Four-Way Frenzy
by Alica Goode
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INTRODUCTION 

In this explicit, often shocking new narrative, the many-threaded skein of 
events in the life of Alice Henderson are drawn like an inexorable net to a 
startling conclusion. The young mother and frustrated wife finds herself not 
only at the mercy of fates outside her control, but also victim of her own 
deep-seated and subliminal de'sires, as she yearns to discover satisfaction 
and meaning in a seemingly barren, depressing way of life. And in paths 
unconsciously followed as well as purposely chosen, Alice Henderson seeks to 
solve the overwhelming problems of her disintegrated marriage and the 
raising of her hostile adolescent daughter, Vicky; and in the process, she 
manages to discover the secret to the renewal of her future as a woman in 
strange ways that take her-and the reader-by complete surprise. We, the 
publishers, genuinely hope that this hard-hitting novel will impress upon 
you, the mature, discerning reader, the necessity of open communication 
within meaningful relationships-whether marital or otherwise. The message 
woven throughout this story is plainly that most of our physical 
difficulties and instances of sexual guilt and incompatabilities could be 
erased if we all 

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CHAPTER ONE 

In her fashionable split-level "ranch" home in suburban Porlawn, Alice 
Henderson was working with a savage grudge. She was on her hands and knees, 
vigorously polishing to a high sheen the walnut parquet flooring which 
covered the entrance foyer and short hallway to her kitchen, and every 
rubbing motion she made clearly indicated her irritation, her normally full 
red lips now drawn to a tight line, her expression harried and pursed with 
anxiety. Early evening shadows were beginning to filter through the large 
picture window in the living room, casting across the satiny wood floor and 
making her chore all the more difficult. It was hardly worth doing, she 
thought; hardly worth doing at all. It would only go unappreciated, just 
like everything else-including herself. 

Considering, it definitely was a waste of time and energy, and she might as 
well quit before she strained her back. Alice gave one last swipe to the 
floor and sat back on her heels, wiping her hands on her tight shorts and 
breathing a sigh of disgust. Every muscle of her five-foot-six-inch body 
seemed to ache. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied back in a bright 
cobalt blue kerchief, which made her azure eyes seem an even deeper shade 
than usual; wisps of hair strayed from the kerchief, and her deep shaded 
eyes were depthless with smoldering resentment. Sighing again, she 
straightened to her feet, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs and svelte, 
lush thighs, her figure fuller than when she had been an eighteen-year-old 
bride, but still very provocative and sensual after another eighteen years 
of marriage. 

And one month of separation. 

One month to the day since Dale had walked out on her, calling her vile 
names and swearing he'd file for divorce. One month and not a word, not a 
letter, not a rumor or whisper since. 

He was gone for good. She knew he was; that she'd lost him. She knew it deep 
in her bones like the intuition of a terminal disease. Like a disease, the 
knowledge gave her a clammy sensation of fear and despondency, of bleakness 
and bitterness. Even her daughter gave Alice no consultation; only 
damnation. 

Alice paused for a long moment with the waxing cloth in one hand, her other 
hand on her barely covered hip while sightlessly she stared out the living 
room window. The slanting rays of September sun had washed the peaceful lawn 
and hedges with a pink and golden glow. There was life out there- filled 
with promise and happiness. She was the one experiencing the encroachment of 
autumn and the chill of coming winter. Outside was warmth and light; 
internally was only ice and bleak antagonism. 

Alice was still smarting from the humiliation of Dale abandoning her and 
Vicky. She'd stopped loving her husband years ago, ever since he stopped 
being a man. 

It had been as if their marriage ended every night, when the door to their 
bedroom had been shut, and a woman like Alice simply couldn't take the 
neglect of her healthy physical desires, her insistent sexual fires which 
required so much attention to keep them banked. Alice wasn't ready to become 
an old woman yet, but Dale had proven to be a flash-in-the pan, a man 
capable of fathering a child on the wedding night and then punishing her 
with abstinence ever since for becoming impregnated. 

She should have sued for divorce even before Victoria had been born; she 
knew that now. But this was hindsight, and all of her religious and moral 
training up till now had been firmly geared to staying married at all costs. 
It was the wifely duty to. And Lord knew she had tried to be a good, devoted 
wife to Dale. She'd worked hard in and around the home, learning how to 
cook, how to dress, how to take care of her figure and features and 
entertain his business guests. She attempted to forgive and forget whenever 
he'd curse her and caustically put her down, gritting her teeth and coming 
back more cheerfully than before, ready and eager in case he would relent 
and love her. But try as she might to interest him in paying attention and 
showing her the affection that her nature demanded, she might as well have 
let herself go to pot. 

Alice glanced down at her tapering legs and barely clad thighs, rubbing her 
free hand lightly over the skimpy halter top she wore when cleaning house, 
its cups barely able to contain the uptilted roundness of her still firm, 
thrusting breasts. I've a good body, she said to herself as she had so many 
times in the past. I really do, and I've spent a lot of time making sure I 
keep myself trim...but it's never brought me any happiness in all the years 
of my marriage. Best to be over with, but... 

She moaned, a soft whimper of remorse, because for all of her needs, she 
hadn't yet changed her style of life with the absence of Dale. She had no 
intention of becoming like so many other divorcees-a toy for men on the 
prowl. She could have had all the sex she'd wanted by cheating on Dale, but 
she never had, though the temptation and opportunities had been bountifully 
available. In fact, she admitted, once more glancing out the window, it had 
been an especially easy and tempting attraction to Jim Shannon which had 
directly led to Dale leaving, and the snarling hate-filled accusations he'd 
shouted at her. She had tried to explain and deny, but his words- whore! 
Slut! Sex maniac!- still woke her in the middle of the night, shivering and 
ashamed. 

She attempted to shift her thoughts to the outside world again. But viewing 
the vibrant green lawn, flagstone patio, and the tall protective wood fence 
at the property line, brought painful memories flooding back. I had happened 
out there. Slowly, unconsciously, Alice's hands rose along her smooth, 
satiny sides, the waxing cloth dropping to the floor unnoticed as now her 
right hand caressed up along her ribs and to her throbbing, heated breasts. 
She squeezed her nipples gingerly, recalling against her will how Jim had 
squeezed them so tenderly, lovingly, that fateful day just this past 
August.... , It had been one of those really blistering hot days which can 
happen toward the end of summer, and she'd been out sunning herself all 
alone in the closed privacy of the back yard. Dale was at the office, 
naturally, and not expected home for another couple of hours. 

Vicky was away swimming at the public pool with her current boyfriend, Peter 
MacGregor, frivolous, blind to the world, and deeply in puppy-love as only a 
eighteen-year old can be. She, Alice, was taking a well earned break, 
wearing a mere wisp of a bikini as she lay in the chaise lounge. Jim Shannon 
was her neighbor from across the street; a virile heavy-set man with sandy 
whiskers, about ten years older than her, but full of the devil. At the 
time, he was also rather full of rum collins, enjoying his two-week vacation 
by being underfoot around his house, much to his wife's lament. He had run 
out of ice and had come over to borrow some- or so he'd said, openly ogling 
Alice's nearly naked body with debonair impudence. 

And then what had happened? She still wasn't sure precisely. It was all so 
damn hazy! One moment she'd been sitting up looking at Jim, feeling an odd 
tingling in her loins, and then the next thing she'd known was that she was 
flat on her back on the chaise lounge, Jim stretched out beside her, kissing 
her passionately. She'd been able to feel the hardening bulge in his 
trousers, revealing his urge, and soon their kisses achieved a plane of 
sensuality which she was unable to control. All of her pent-up frustrations 
rose to the surface in an explosion of lust for the man; a man she had no 
particular affection for, but which for some awful, perverse reason suddenly 
wanted- needed- with desperate urgency. She recalled his hands marauding her 
pulsating breasts, tweaking her scantily hidden nipples until they were as 
hard as diamond chips. She made no attempt to stop him from undoing her 
tie-straps, wanting to believe that going this far was alright. Then came 
the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, exposed 
flesh of her suddenly freed breasts, making her moan and thrash and 
deliriously ignore his other hand as it taunted her flat tummy and moved 
lower over her sensitive abdomen to the inside of her quivering thighs. Then 
in one smooth, unhesitating execution, his fingers dipped under the thin 
triangular cloth of her bikini bottoms and insinuated themselves into the 
moist and ready lips of her aching vagina. A dryness crept into Alice's 
throat as she once again remembered how close she'd come to becoming an 
adulterer that afternoon last month; how she had damn near lost her head and 
marital vows to Jim Shannon as he insistently massaged her sensitive 
clitoris and slipped his hand deeper into the seething hunger of her cuntal 
slit, widening her unresisting legs to gain full entry... 

The dryness in her throat hardened into a lump as she recalled what had 
stopped them from completion. It hadn't been second thoughts on his part, or 
an abrupt regaining of morality by her. Oh no. It had been the high-pitched 
horrified squeal of Vicky, and the sickening realization that her 
eighteen-year-old daughter was home early. The girl was standing on the 
patio just a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock and horror, her 
swimsuit and towel strewn on the flagstone where she'd dropped them... 

Vicky. A tremor of regret assailed the mother now, and she stepped away from 
the view of the yard, dropping her arms listlessly to her sides. She crossed 
to the ornate credenza near the entrance of the dining room, and opening its 
doors, took out a bottle of dry gin and some tonic. She mixed them in a 
glass taken from the shelf beside the bottle, dismissing the fact that the 
drink was warm. Getting ice from the refrigerator in the kitchen was too 
much trouble at the moment. Besides, she felt cold enough inside. She sipped 
thankfully, the alcohol allowing her momentary calmness. She drank again, 
long and heavily, as she'd done often since that revolting afternoon last 
month... 

Vicky, Daddy's girl, she was! A lovely and spoiled young vixen, built in her 
mother's image but made in her father's mold. Perhaps crueler than the way 
Dale had been denying Alice his physical love, was the way he'd 
systematically shown his contempt by pitting her against her daughter. He'd 
coveted Vicky, and inexperienced, guileless Vicky had grown to become a pawn 
in his war against his wife. Every chance he'd gotten he had downgraded 
Alice in front of the child, and behind her back Ood only knew what he'd 
been feeding the naive ears of the girl. Vicky matured, resenting her 
mother, considering her almost an outsider in an otherwise idyllic life with 
her father. Of course, finding her mother nakedly squirming in the embrace 
of another man had sent Vicky straight to Dale, and Dale had finally been 
given the wedge with which to break the marital ties which had bound them 
for so many fruitless years. 

Ironically, when Dale had stalked out huffing with righteous indignation, 
he'd not only left his wife behind, but also his ever-faithful daughter. 
Vicky had immediatey turned things around so that she blamed her mother for 
having been "abandoned" as well. It had proven useless to discuss the 
situation with her; Vicky had rationalized matters with a vindictiveness 
which erupted at the slightest provocation and bordered on hysteria. 

Alice fixed herself a fresh drink and leaned wearily against the credenza, 
listening to the shower flowing in the bathroom down the. hall. Under the 
spray was her daughter, defiant and hateful as ever, soaping down her young 
nubile body after a strenuous day with Peter MacGregor. She'd been seeing a 
great deal of the boy lately- far too much in Alice's opinion- but how much 
of it was because of affection for Peter and how much because 

Vicky was out to prove she didn't need or want to be around her mother, was 
anybody's guess. And the burgeoning romance had been taking some rather 
worrisome overtones which Alice knew she would have to deal with, despite 
the conflict she knew it would raise with Vicky. 

Today for example, Vicky had been helping Peter move the last of his 
belongings from his father's home to a new apartment. The boy was of the 
immediate neighborhood, son of Sam MacGregor who had bought the house four 
doors away at the end of the block. Sam MacGregor was a widower, but by the 
number of rowdy parties he held and strange ladies seen coming and going at 
odd hours, it was common scandal that he was leading anything but a celibate 
life. One particular foul joke among the local men was that MacGregor's wife 
had been worn to a frazzle and died of over-use in bed. 

Considering the environment, Alice wasn't too sure she approved of Peter 
dating Vicky frequently and exclusively. She feared that a certain sense of 
objectivity was lost when two young people "went steady" too long and too 
heavily. In that respect, Peter's move to a separate apartment was probably 
for the better, and it was some distance away in mid-town Rapier City, which 
made seeing each other a bit more difficult. The move hadn't been due to the 
father, however, but had been necessitated because Peter was starting City 
College, whose campus was within walking distance of the apartment. 

That too was an encouraging sign, Alice figured, indicating that Peter was 
concerned with a career and a future, and was willing and able to seriously 
apply himself. 

On the other hand, Peter was sharing the apartment with his brother 
Benjamin, who was two years older and also attending City College. Alice 
well remembered Benji from earlier years when he lived at home and went to 
the local high school. He'd been a wild ruffian back then, always seeming to 
involve his younger brother in some sort of mischief, then squeaking out of 
it and leaving Peter to take the blame. College hadn't tamed him, at least 
not according to the gossip; Benji carrying on like a rakehell and evicted 
from three previous apartments that she knew of. Benji was something akin to 
a young edition of his father, it appeared, and Alice fretted that Peter in 
such a milieu would once again fall under bad influence. And what of Vicky? 
How would she fare once that apartment door was closed? No, the situation 
was fraught with potential dangers... 

It was, unfortunately, as hopeless to try talking to Vicky about Peter as it 
was about her and Jim Shannon. Simply existing within the same four walls 
with her daughter was like living in an armed camp. Something would have to 
be done, but Alice hadn't any idea what or how, not without irreparably 
rupturing their fragile truce. She was not only exhausted over her own "slip 
from grace" and Dale's subsequent leaving, but was also fatigued from trying 
to avoid traumatic confrontations with Vicky. Yet she was her mother. She 
had responsibilities to meet- If nothing else... 

* * * 

Briskly scrubbing herself under the hot, steaming spray of the needle 
shower, young Vicky Henderson lathered her body free of the dust and grit 
she accumulated while helping Peter move. She ran the soap over her breasts 
and thighs with lazy caresses, her mind intent upon the boy she'd soon be 
seeing again. Her nipples seemed to stiffen at the mere thought of the 
handsome, muscular youth in his tight-fitting jeans and tee-shirt, his curly 
brown hair and sparkling dark eyes, and his audacious smile-that smirk which 
implied that he was mentally undressing her. 

It was exciting, realizing how much he desired her. And gratifying too, 
knowing how much her mother disapproved and worried about him getting what 
he wanted. Not that she'd given in to him. Or any other boy for that matter. 
She'd save herself for a man who loved her and was willing to place a gold 
ring on her finger to prove it-and that was a few years in the future. When 
she would finally marry, Vicky promised herself that she'd honor her vows; 
not like that bitch of a wife poor Daddy got hooked with. The notion of 
seeing her mother moaning and gasping like some gaffed fish with old Mister 
Shannon made her livid with fury all over again. It was horrible, having to 
stay with her, just because she wasn't old enough to be legally 
"emancipated" yet, but as soon as she was eighteen she'd pack her bags and 
be out of here in a flash, damned if she wouldn't! That is, if Daddy hadn't 
come back to fetch her by then, which Vicky was positive he would the moment 
he found a place suitable for them both. She wondered curiously where he was 
now, and what he was doing. Damn, she missed him! Damn, she was so lonely! 
Oh damn, damn Mother! 

The adolescent girl turned off the water with a snap and stepped from the 
tub enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel. Drying herself, she looked down 
at her tender skin and the way her firm budding breasts grew heavier and 
firm from the inadvertent manipulations. She opened her slim, well-shaped 
legs to dry the thin little cuntal valley with its virginal pink slit, and 
the way the towel parted her blonde pubic hair and showed off her 
coral-smooth flesh and small clitoris made her suddenly jump inwardly. There 
rose a tingling sensation in her loins which she recognized as the familiar 
electric arousal which always precluded her guilty bouts over 
masturbation-fights which invariably she lost, as she would rub her finger 
up and down along her sensitive pussy until waves of pleasure came billowing 
through every fiber of her being. She never dipped inside, even though the 
hole of her sweet cuntal orifice flowered yearningly, seemingly wanting to 
draw her finger deeper, to widen the narrow tunnel so that she could explore 
new and headier sensations. Yet somehow she'd always managed to resist that 
final stoke, for it was in there that her husband-to-be would penetrate. The 
first and only one. But now, staring down and seeing the twitching vaginal 
lips swell with unwanted and automatic desire, she shivered at the way she 
couldn't control her nurturing chemistry, her glandular change from girlhood 
to womanhood. 

She was so like her mother, she moaned sadly. Both of them were natural 
blondes; both had the same provocative figures men pursued, with only her 
mother slightly larger in her breasts and thighs. She was so like her 
mother, and more than just physically. It made her skin creep just to admit 
it, and yet Vicky couldn't deny that the times when she'd seen her mother 
naked-as can happen now and then in even the most prudish families-she'd 
been drawn to study the lovely nudity displayed unknowingly before her. 

Vicky had seen her share of naked girls in the school showers and during 
slumber parties, and she'd never reacted with curiosity or even mild 
interest. But her mother had once accepted her father's thing- his 
penis-urging him on until his seed had spewed forth and conceived her. That 
was the electrifying difference; her mother had carnally experienced her 
father, and the others had not. And when the overwhelming need for sexual 
release struck Vicky, such as after a date when she'd allowed herself to be 
worked up to a feverish pitch, she knew as she lay on her bed afterwards and 
played with her excited cunt, that her sex drives were every bit as strong 
and threatening as her mother's. 

To be that close to someone you despise is a horrid thing, she thought. 
Well, I'll show her. I'll pay her back for every minute she made my Daddy's 
life miserable. Damned if I wont...! 

As she entered her bedroom, she glanced at her bedside clock and saw that in 
her reverie she'd wasted too much time. She didn't wish to be late and allow 
her mother to get her claws into Peter when he arrived, so she began 
dressing immediately, dropping the towel and rummaging through her bureau 
drawers for clean clothes. Naked, she found a pair of fresh panties, which 
she drew up over her taut, rounded buttocks, pulling the filmy white nylon 
so tight that the soft mound of her pussy was snugly visible. She brought 
out a brassiere next, catching a glimpse of her tight panties and the split 
of full, young vaginal lips, and another moment of tiny ripples passed 
through her, her body once more blending dangerously into the sensuality 
which had gripped her while drying. Quickly she slipped into a paisley-print 
blouse and color-coordinated skirt, smoothed out any wrinkles in the pleats, 
and then picked up her comb to untangle her wheat-golden hair. As she looked 
in the mirror and brushed out her long, wavy hair, she saw that her skirt 
clung to her buttocks and was more than half-way up her slightly tanned 
thighs, with small creases forming in front where her legs joined her hips. 
With sudden awareness she realized that she could almost see the 
panty-cupped lips of her vagina. Another forbidden thrill raced up her 
nerves, followed by a blush as she attempted to cease her wandering 
thoughts. 

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vicky opened the door and stepped 
down the hallway to face her mother. There she was, Vicky thought with 
barely disguised loathing, over by the credenza lapping up more booze. She's 
really been hitting the bottle ever since Daddy walked out; good. Maybe 
she'll become an alcoholic and be judged unfit to care for me... 

Alice turned on unsteady feet, staring somewhat bleary-eyed as she focused 
on her daughter. Her heart ached, knowing the gulf which separated them, yet 
still determined to observe her responsibilities as a parent and guardian. 

"Vicky...?" 

"Yes?" The girl's tone was sullen and defiant. 

"Vicky, I want to talk to you." 

"Go ahead. I can't stop you." 

"Please, Vicky, let's try to get along. I know you resent me, but I am your 
mother after all." Alice crossed to her child, but Vicky only stepped 
backward, avoiding her touch. "Please, listen to me." 

"Listen to what? That you're my mother? Big deal. What kind of mother would 
do what you did? Or aren't you thinking of being a mother or a wife then?" 

Alice shivered, cut to the quick. "You don't understand. You see, your 
father-" 

"Don't tell me how he neglected you. I don't blame him. Who'd want to be 
married to a tramp?" 

"Vicky!" 

The girl swiveled around to face her mother, eyes flashing with anger and 
indignation. "And don't start in telling me about Peter either, if that's 
what's on your mind. You're the last one on earth to lecture about staying 
pure, about self-control. I'm not married, Mother. Don't forget that. 
Whatever I do with Peter or any other boy, I'm not married!" 

"Vicky, don't..." Alice trailed off in a sigh, incapable of phrasing what 
she felt so ardently inside. "Be mad at me, Vicky, but don't do anything 
you'll regret later. I...made a mistake, but that's no excuse for you to 
make one too." 

"I'll do what I please and it pleases me to do what you don't want me to." 
She glared at her mother, noting with cruel satisfaction that tears were 
beginning to well in the woman's eyes. "I suppose the next gripe on your 
list is that I don't look proper enough in this outfit. Too short! Too 
tight! Too much a come-on!" 

"Vicky, I beg you-" 

"Well, it's a damn sight more than you were wearing with old Shannon! Or 
can't you remember him, because of all the other men you've been with on the 
sly? You were naked, Mother dear- how's that for a wild set of threads, eh?" 

"Vicky Henderson, I'll not have you talking to me this way!" 

"Soon as I have my birthday, you won't be hearing it." 

"That's not the answer, leaving here. You can't go on hating me, thinking 
I'm some sort of depraved wicked witch. Life isn't all good or bad, it's 
just because you're so young and idealistic that you think in such terms. 
Give me a chance, Vicky, please. Try to see my side. Just a little. I admit 
I was in the wrong, but I swear I never did anything like that before, that 
I never even came close to leading on another man." 

"Sure. It was all just one big mistake." 

"That's right, it was. We all make mistakes, Vicky, and that includes your 
father. You know all mine; you've been raised to spot everything I do as a 
mistake, but can't you see that he-" 

Her talk was interrupted by a sudden ringing of the front door bell. Vicky, 
trying hard not to hear her mother, not to understand or forgive her, said: 
"I'll get it, it's Peter" and hurried to the door. Sure enough, on the porch 
waited the MacGregor boy. 

"Hi! Come on in." 

"Then step aside, cherub. Hello there, Mrs. Henderson. How're you doing?" 
Peter walked easily and almost predatorily into the living room, an arrogant 
grace to his step that grated Alice's nerves and heightened Vicky's 
excitement. He paused near the long, wide couch, his hips thrust slightly 
forward and his legs set apart, and locked his hands in his belt right above 
the pockets, his fingers; pointing suggestively down toward his; genitals. 

At eighteen, Peter MacGregor was a good six feet tall, muscular with 
well-developed! arms and legs and the way his blue jeans stretched across 
his lean young loins, Alice could see embarrassingly well that he was 
endowed fully with male organs. He had a smooth, boyish face with a 
Romanesque nose and thin mouth. His eyes seemed to sparkle with hidden 
amusement as if he were really much older and more experienced that his age 
and looks implied. 

Alice Henderson wondered if Vicky saw the same feral gleam to his eyes that 
she did. While always courteous toward her, albeit with the usual teenager 
nonchalance, she couldn't shrug off her intuition that his polite, if 
casual, manner was only skin deep- was only a facade beneath which lurked 
more sinister instincts. 

How completely right she was, Alice didn't realize at the moment. Peter's 
eyes were smoldering with the poorly masked lust he felt for the sweet, 
innocent body of Vicky j Henderson. He watched the girl in her tight skirt 
and stretched blouse as she walked beside him back into the room, and then 
crossed to the coat closet to take out her jacket. He watched her the way a 
jungle cat j might crouch while stalking game, and he thought about how her 
smooth skin would feel under his hands, and those soft full lips of hers 
opening wide to his own, and that tight, perfectly defined pelvis grinding 
into his own burgeoning loins-Christ! Vicky was one fine little piece, and 
he knew she liked him enough to put out all she had eventually. Well, he'd 
have to go slow and set everything up just right, or he'd scare her 
away...but once she'd made up her mind to get laid, then what more logical 
choice for her first taste of cock than him? Hot damn! He had all he could 
do to stop his cock from leaping into full erection at the lascivious though 
of popping her cherry! Hot damn! Hot damn...! 

"I see you're ready," he said, broadening his grin. "First girl I ever knew 
who was on time. You're something different, alright." 

Vicky giggled at the offhand compliment. "Just wait and see. I may have a 
bunch of surprises for you, Pete." 

"I just bet you have," he drawled in response. 

Alice stifled a groan which was threatening to burst from her chest. 
Managing to calm her voice, she said with a modicum of pleasantness: "I...I 
didn't know you'd planned to go out tonight. I thought since you two had 
been together all day that-" 

"Oh Mother!" Vicky cut in waspishly. "You do too know. You're just 
conveniently forgetting, is all...like so many things you seem to be able to 
forget these days. I told you this morning that Pete had invited me to go to 
a dance." 

"It's at the college, Mrs. Henderson," Peter explained. "Sort of an 
introductory bash for the Freshmen and other incoming new students, and my 
brother Benji is also going to be along, with his girl. It'll be a lot of 
fun, and kinda important to go to." 

"Yes, I suppose...But won't it be rather late?" 

"Well now, I can't exactly say what time it'll be over, but-" 

"Never mind, Peter," Vicky over-rode with a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, it'll be 
late, darned late, and don't expect to see me in till I'm good and ready. 
And I don't expect to find you up waiting when I do come back." 

"But..." Alice was caught unprepared by the venom of her daughter's attack, 
and she faltered, confused, feeling suddenly very lost and lonely. 

"C'mon, let's go," scooping up her purse and adjusting her coat, Vicky 
started for the door, ahead of the boy. "Good-night, Mother dear. Pleasant 
dreams." 

"Uh, so long, Mrs. Henderson," Peter said as the girl dragged him outside. 
"Nice to've seen you again." 

The door slammed on his words, and then there was the sound of feet fading 
down the front walk toward the street. A moment later came the thunderous 
roar of Peter's Honda motorcycle, the gunning of the engine a few times, and 
finally a peal of tire rubber as it sped away. 

"She's...gone," Alice moaned to the silent room. She tried fighting back the 
tears but was unable to and they poured openly down her face, dribbling from 
her chin. "Gone..." 

She had never felt so totally abandoned, so utterly alienated, so fully 
rejected in all her life. Not even when Dale had stormed out. Her daughter 
couldn't have treated her with more contempt if she'd spit on her! Alice 
swallowed the last of her second drink, and once again dipped into the 
credenza for a soothing mixture of gin and tonic. The house was so quiet it 
was like a tomb. Its silence oppressive to her ears; its emptiness similar 
to the emptiness of her heart and thus a sacrilege to her. She slumped down 
on the couch and drank, knowing she shouldn't; knowing that she had to 
somehow pull herself together and act. Things couldn't continue as they 
were, that was all there was to it. They were almost to a head now, 
threatening to explode like some cataclysmic volcano, and Alice realized in 
her sorrow and anguish that she'd have to take charge and control the coming 
eruption. Otherwise it would sweep her and whatever remnants of a future she 
might have right along with it, resulting in a though ruination of all she 
held sacred. 

Groggily she shook her head as if to deny the truth, momentarily clearing 
the misty diffusion of alcohol from her thoughts. Well, she thought, her 
goal was obvious-to get Victoria back. Back? She'd never had her daughter's 
trust and affection to begin with! Just as apparent was the fact that she'd 
never be able to do it alone. She'd need support. But from whom? Dale was 
out of the question, now that he'd left her. But then, he'd never have 
cooperated, considering how he'd always tried to sabotage her disciplinary 
and corrective efforts with their child. Vicky would listen to Peter, of 
course, only he was hardly more mature than she was, and certainly had no 
reason to help. In fact Peter, himself, was a large part of the problem. So 
who was left? Peter's father...? 

Oh no, not Sam MacGregor! The idea was totally absurd! 

Quickly dismissing her erratic notion, Alice contemplated other methods of 
attacking the problem, all of them equally impractical and unrealistic. The 
idea returned, plucking at her until it received her full attention and 
gradually she began to realize that asking Sam MacGregor for help wasn't as 
silly as it initially appeared on the surface. After all, whatever sort of 
wild social life the man might lead didn't stop him from being a father, 
behaving as a father, with a father's concerns and responsibilities. He'd 
want to guide his sons, surely, and would want to keep them in college and 
out of trouble. What sort of father wouldn't? 

If Sam MacGregor were sympathetically inclined, he might be gratified to 
learn of her apprehensions, and he could advise Peter, who in turn could 
influence Vicky. And if he weren't, she couldn't be any worse off than she 
was already, could she? How could she get hurt just by asking? 

Fired with new-found hope and enthusiasm, Alice Henderson struggled upright 
from the couch and teetered toward the telephone. If he weren't busy, she'd 
invite the man over for a chat, that's what she'd do, and get this matter 
rolling one way or another. Hastily she thumbed through the phone directory 
to find MacGregor's home number, and it wasn't until she was half-way 
through dialing it that she realized she was still wearing her revealing 
shorts and halter. But by that time her urgency was too great to hang up and 
go change. What the hell, she told herself, waving her arm in gesture of 
defiance. It's my home and all the neighbors have seen one another in 
skimpier sunsuits and swimming gear than this. Let MacGregor talk to me as I 
am. I've got enough troubles. 

So Alice Henderson cupped the receiver to her ear, waiting for the number to 
ring and somebody to answer, trying to erase the ghosts of her past and 
present. When Sam MacGregor picked up his phone, she was in no condition to 
recognize him as the nightmare of her future. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sam MacGregor had been in his private den when Alice Henderson phoned, 
greedily watching a redheaded woman taking off her clothes. He stared at her 
standing before him, placidly undoing the hooks of her dress, awaiting his 
pleasure and totally unfrightened at the prospect. And quite a prize she 
was, he thought, just the way he liked his cunts. Two full, white globes 
with their rosy nipples hardening to the warm air as her brassiere sailed to 
the carpet. A beautifully matched pair. 

"Take your panties down only part way," he instructed, positive she'd have 
eaten them, waistband and all, if he'd ordered her to. But there was no 
necessity for such an order, and Sam always considered himself a reasonable 
man at heart. 

"That's it, just part-way and then lean over my desk." 

The curvaceous woman complied without a murmur, placing her head on her 
purse and grasping the edge of his ornate walnut writing desk with her 
hands. Her buttocks rose until they were well within his easy reach, and he 
fondled both sensitive orbs, slapping them briskly with the flattened palms 
of his hands. 

"Obh! Ohhhh!" 

Her sharp outcry was of shock, not of coyness, and Sam chuckled with 
delight. "Come, come, I haven't hurt you. And you carry on screaming, you'll 
have the whole block running to see what's the matter. You don't wish that 
to happen do you?" 

"I'd love it," she sighed, not really meaning it, and she promised to be 
quiet if he'd stop teasing her and get on with it. 

Chuckling again, Sam unzipped his trousers and stripped them off his meaty 
flanks. Then his underpants dropped to his trousers and he stepped out of 
both, his large blood-engorged erection swaying menacingly before him like 
some heavy, malicious wand. The redhead surveyed first it and then glanced 
back up at his flushed, aroused face. "Now I know what killed your wife," 
she gasped in an awestruck hush. "You ripped her apart with that thing." 

"Nonsense," he grinned. "She learned to love it so much, she wasted away 
from sadness when I had to stay out of town overnight once on business. 
C'mon. bend over there again." 

Sam stepped up behind the hunching woman, slapping his rigid penis against 
her exposed buttocks. She sighed delightedly, twisting her head around to 
give him a nice, lewd wink of encouragement, and in response, Sam inserted a 
finger in the welcoming crevice between her thighs. She wriggled, clutching 
the edge of the desk and beginning to moan heatedly, jerking back to impale 
herself further on his skewering hand. 

"Give it to me," she sighed. "Ram it in, you bastard!" 

Sam rubbed the rounded, purplish crown of his cock up between her legs, 
sliding it gently until it nestled comfortable in the flaming-haired cavern 
thrusting back toward him in anxious desire. Shit, does she want it! he 
thought wildly, sliding the blunt tip of his hardness between her hungrily 
gaping vaginal lips. He slid; forward, burying the entire length of his 
thick shaft before he became fully aware that she was accepting every inch 
of him. 

"And you were afraid I was too large!" he barked with laughter. 

She let out her breath in a lascivious gasp, then giggled: "My husband ain't 
exactly puny either, Sam...Only he hasn't any imagination like you do. Just 
the old-fashioned missionary position for him will do. He'd never do 
anything like this to me." 

Sam wasn't so sure about that, but he didn't see any reason to discuss her 
husband's love-making techniques at the moment, so he kept silent, 
concentrating on what he was doing. Not that he really had to concentrate, 
the woman was sufficiently skilled and avaricious for a good fuck so that 
she did most of the work for the both of them. She rotated her naked 
buttocks, giving all of her massaging cunt to him wide open. He sawed in her 
as far as anybody had ever penetrated, and if he'd gone much further, he 
figured he'd see the tip of his cock jutting out of her mouth. 

"Yes...Oh God, yes, Sam...If you want me to do anything else, just tell me 
and I'll do it. Gladly. You want me again tonight? Or any other time? You 
can have me like this, or screw me any way you like it.!" 

She meant it literally, Sam thought with evil glee. Any way at all, it's a 
bonafide offer, so snap it up, fuck her, crap on her, rope her by her thumbs 
to eyelets in his living room's beam ceiling-she'd follow through to the 
best of her ability. And her ability was damn good. 

Sam drew her buttocks tightly against his pumping groin, and he could feel 
himself sinking still deeper up inside her gripping pussy. Holding her 
pulsing hips with one hand, he reached around with the other to tickle her 
hardened clitoris, and the woman rolled and groaned with building 
excitement. He thrust faster, harsher, stabbing brutally up inside her warm, 
moist sheath of cuntal flesh, experiencing the first throes of his own 
crescendoing orgasm. 

Abruptly the room grew hazy and dim. Sam ceased to notice things, his mind 
totally absorbed along with his savagely fucking cock on the delights of her 
milking vagina. In...in...IN! The liquid lava of his semen welled up in his 
testicles, swirling down along his rampaging penis and flooding inside her 
belly. 

"Ahhhhh," she shivered in concert, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes 
together as her own climax overcome her. 

Sam sighed with satiation, dropping back into his leather desk chair and 
sprawling with his legs wide apart. The redhead looked at him as if asking 
permission to move from the desk edge, and' with a weary nod, Sam gave her 
his blessing. 

The telephone on the desk rang. 

They both stared at it, letting it ring again. 

"On your knees now," Sam commanded the woman, motioning her to crawl between 
his thighs and kiss his almost limp penis. He picked up the receiver, 
lounging in total relaxation, and said: "Sam MacGregor here." 

"This is Alice Henderson," a slightly blurred voice responded. 

"Alice Henderson. I live just down the street from you." 

"Oh...Oh yes." Sam conjured up her image in his mind's eye, and amused 
himself imagining the expression on her face if she could see him now, with 
a naked broad delicately washing his moist penis and testicles with her 
little pink tongue. Considering who the woman was, it made the phone call 
all the more ironical. It couldn't have been more perfectly timed! 

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr. MacGregor." 

"Not at all, Mrs. ..." Sam paused, realizing it would be best not to use 
Alice's name at the moment. The redheaded cocksucker had more than just a 
mouth; she had a pair of big ears as well. "No, not at all, I assure you. 
What can I do for you?" 

"Well, I'm not sure, to be honest. But I was hoping we might have a chance 
to talk." 

"Of course. Feel free to discuss whatever you want." No, I mean in person, 
Mr. MacGregor." 

"Sam. Please, make it Sam." 

"Alright then, Sam." 

The woman kneeling on the floor was running her tongue along Sam's 
revitalized shaft, holding it like an asparagus stalk in her fingers while 
she nibbled at the once again swelling crown. She placed it greedily against 
her lips, kissing it, smiling up at him with a sly expression of "we aim to 
please your way..." 

"I'm not sure how to begin," the voice on the phone was saying, not too 
coherently in tone or thought: "It's all so embarrassing, and I...I think it 
would be easier-nicer-if we could be face-to-face." 

"I see," Sam replied, not sure that he did. He stifled a groan, watching the 
redhead slide his now thoroughly aroused penis into her mouth, pressing her 
rouged lips against his bare flesh. "It's obvious that something is deeply 
troubling you." 

"Yes...But it's not just about me. It's about my daughter." 

"Ah." 

"Yes, and not only Vicky, but about your Peter as well." 

"My peter? Oh, my son!" Now what the hell had his kid gone and gotten 
himself into? That wild-assed daughter, no doubt! And now likely as not her 
mother wants to raise hell just because her little darling got poked. Not 
that Mrs. Henderson had much room to squawk, he thought maliciously, eyeing 
the redhead between his legs. Her priggish snit of a husband has left her 
for fiddling around with another man, and according to Pete, her daughter 
hated her guts. It added up in Sam's mind that Alice Henderson was 
emotionally upset, was in the process of a nasty separation, and was 
probably ripe for the plucking. And Sam prided himself as being a man who 
never passed by a good opportunity. Here this one was being offered on a 
silver platter, and a tasty dish it was, too! 

"If you'd care to," he said to Alice, "why don't you drop into my office 
tomorrow around, oh, eleven-ish?" And then we could step out for some lunch 
and drinks, he added silently to himself. 

But Alice went one even better. "I'd prefer if we could keep it 
more...discreet, Sam. Could you come over here?" 

"Now?" 

"Not if it's an inconvenience," she added hastily. 

"Nothing of the kind," he assured her. The redhead was squeezing his 
erection between her strong fingers, tickling him with one well manicured 
finger. Sam slid forward in the seat so she could manipulate the full sac of 
his scrotum and explore the brown rosette of his anus, and he wondered how 
much longer he'd be able to control his voice. "I...I'm sure that I can come 
in just a few minutes," he wheezed, licking his lips. 

"I'll look forward to seeing you." 

"Yes, same here. G-Goodbye." 

Sam hung up the receiver with palsied hands, outwardly groaning now from the 
oral ministrations the woman was giving him. She was still crouched at his 
feet, sucking her mouth in a tight oval ring up and down his throbbing 
penis, and pressing it with an expert side-to-side motion of her head and 
swirling tongue. Sam allowed his mind to drift in rapture, his body become 
one explosive mass of sordid sensations. 

Faster and faster she licked and swathed his aching erection, his hips 
beginning to jerk spasmodically in reaction, forcing his resurgent cock 
heavily in and out of her clasping mouth. She coughed and sputtered, toying 
lovingly with his swollen testicles, urging him to completion while using 
her other hand to assuage her own lustfully seeping cunt between her 
kneeling legs. Sam skewered upward and a little to the side into the far 
reaches of her throat, and then he heard her cry on the out-strokes: 

"Cum...God almighty, fill me with cum! I'm therrreee...!" 

His face crimson with excitement at what she was begging him to do, Sam 
rapidly sought to reach his second orgasm. "Shit! Fuck! You prick-sucking 
twat, oh yeah...Oh yeahhh...!" With harshly kneading hands tangled in her 
bobbing hair, his hotly charged cock sank all the way into her soft, 
unresisting mouth and surged out a new load of hot creamy sperm. The 
scalding seed bloated out her cheeks to overflowing, and she grasped him 
tighter, milking him avidly and savoring the pungent male taste as she 
swallowed jet after jet of his fresh semen. Her tongue flicked hungrily 
around and around his glands, seeking more, ever more... 

"Ahhhh...." Sam sighed, once again settling exhausted into his chair. For a 
long moment he sat still, and then he opened his eyes. She was crooning 
delightedly, two fingers pumping deep in her moist cuntal slit while she 
leisurely cleaned him spotlessly with her tongue. 

"You might as well get up now," he told her. 

"Don't you want any more?" 

"Yes...But I've got to go out. And you should go too, if you're to be home 
by the time your husband arrives from work. Now fix yourself up so you can 
make a pretty example of a chaste wife." 

The woman stood reluctantly, pouting as she pulled up her panties and then 
slipped on her dress. She took a gold makeup kit and mirror from her purse, 
working small miracles with them, then pinned back her hair in a neat 
coiffeur. When she was finished she looked pristine and untouched, as if sex 
and depravity were the furthest thing from her mind. 

"I feel so much better about everything now," she said casually. "Even if 
Jim never finds out about us, Sam-and in a way I hope he does just to make 
him squirm-'I'll know, and that's the important thing. I've paid him back 
good, and in his own coin, I have. Him and that bitch Henderson across the 
street." 

"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Shannon," Sam replied with a courteous nod. 
"What are neighbors for if not to come to the aid of one another?" 

"Well, ain't you the altruistic one." 

"No sacrifice is too great." 

"I just bet," she retorted with a straight face, and then burst out 
laughing. "How soon do you expect you can help me some more?" 

"As soon as you feel in need, I'd say." 

"You never can tell, Sam. This sort of thing can grow on a girl, if you know 
what I mean." She pecked him affectionately on the cheek and walked out of 
his den, undulating her sassy hips. 

Sam MacGregor continued sitting contentedly in his chair, basking in the 
afterglow of two furious orgasms. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon, he 
mused-the neighborhood is certainly picking up! And now there was "that 
bitch Henderson" lady to go visit and help as best he could He wondered if 
he could manage three erections and climaxes in so short a time, and then 
pictured Alice's provocative figure as he'd seen it sashaying out in public. 
He concluded that if given the opportunity, he wouldn't have the slightest 
bit of trouble getting himself up again. 

Sam noticed Alice Henderson almost from the moment he'd first moved into 
this suburban block some three years previously. He'd instantly been 
attracted to the way her tight, lithe buttocks moved under her clothing, and 
her breasts jutting fulsomely like milk-jugs yearning to be clutched and 
suckled dry. And he'd been entranced by her pert face with its ruby lips and 
uptilted nose, and her soft swimming blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde 
hair. 

He knew as an expert that Alice would be fantastic in the sack; that she 
would fuck rapaciously once she got started. He also figured that her 
husband had never yet found the switch to turn her on, so stuck-up and 
righteous a bigot that he was a washout in the sex department. Well, now 
Dale Henderson had gone, a result of his own petty mean habits, although 
society was condemning his wife for having caused the split. The world could 
be cruel-you didn't have to go farther than Mrs. Shannon and her vindictive 
retribution this afternoon with him to prove that fact of life! But in any 
case, it left Alice to her own devices, confused and vulnerable, in need of 
comfort and affirmation. And he was just the kind-hearted guy to offer his 
shoulder for her to lean against. 

Or some other part of him for her to hold onto. 

Yeah...Sam's penis throbbed expectantly as he considered various ploys that 
might- work on her. He couldn't say for sure which would succeed, but one 
way or another he vowed to start her on the downhill road that would end 
when his cock was firmly imbedded in her tight cunt and she was begging for 
more...more... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Alice Henderson answered her front door a short while later, she came 
toward Sam as though she were going to kiss him. He involuntarily reached-or 
half-reached- for her before he realized that she only wanted to shake hands 
and had miscalculated her speed and approach. Closer to her now, he 
understood why. The gin on her breath sliced through the Tone mixer, giving 
him a whiff which almost curled his toenails. Christ, she was well oiled! He 
couldn't have planned it better! 

"I'm terribly sorry to interfere with your evening, Mr. MacGregor," she 
apologized. "But I simply had to see you as soon as possible." 

"Don't say you're sorry, because I'm certainly not. I'm honored." He took 
her hand and favored her with his professional guaranteed-to-con smile. "And 
please, I insist you call me Sam." 

"Yes, of course, I forgot. Sam." 

"That's much nicer, Alice." 

"Would you care for a drink?" she asked, shutting the door behind them. 

"As a matter of fact, I'd love one. What're you having?" 

"Tonic with a little Gin." 

"Excellent choice. I'll have the same." 

He followed her into the living room, jealous of the light halter and shorts 
she was wearing, and stood alongside her while she mixed two drinks at the 
credenza. She handed him a full glass, and his glance strayed to her 
breasts; his mind was already between her thighs. 

She motioned to a chair. "Won't you sit down?" 

Sam settled on the couch instead, toward one end of it so that there was 
plenty of room for her to sit down beside him. Without thinking, she 
accepted his inferred suggestion, although leaving a modest space between 
them. "No, I am sorry...Sam," she repeated. "But this seemed quite urgent, 
and I couldn't think of anyone else to turn to. I do hope you'll 
understand." 

"I'll try. Tell me about it, Alice. You said on the phone it involved my son 
and your daughter." 

She leaned back against the cushions and tugged at the hem of her shorts. "I 
think...I worry that Peter and Vicky are seeing entirely too much of each 
other." . 

"Becoming too serious, is that it?" 

She nodded, leaning forward and frowning. "Perhaps I'm over-reacting. 
Perhaps I sound like an old shrew..." 

"Well, we were all young once, Alice." 

"True...How true..." She sipped her drink, searching for words to bolster 
her argument. "But it's one thing when Peter was still living at home under 
your guidance. It's another now that he's on his own, in college, open to 
the...wrong suggestions." 

"You mean from Benji?" 

"Oh, I don't mean to single out your other son, Sam. I mean in general. Yes, 
that's right. So many temptations. And from Vicky too. She might interfere, 
even damage his studies." 

"Oh, now I get it." Sam took a strong swallow, almost gagging. How the hell 
could Alice drink this stuff warm? Blandly he continued: "You're afraid that 
your daughter will get Peter altar-bound. Or that my son will get Vicky 
knocked up. Is that it?" 

"Why-" His crude language burned her ears, and Alice blushed several shades 
fo red as she tried to control her obvious embarrassment. "Why," she 
swallowed, deciding to ignore his wordage, "why yes, there is that to take 
into consideration." 

"And what do you wish me to do about it?" 

"I...I'm not sure. I wanted to discuss it with you first, to see how you 
felt about matters." 

"Hmmm...Well, would you be against them getting hitched?" 

She paused, then nodded. "I believe so, for whatever the reason. They are 
young , after all, and young marriages are often the most difficult." 

"I know," she added bitterly. "I was married when I was just a year older 
than my daughter." 

"I believe you're right, Alice. I was married before I was twenty. And lived 
to regret it." He glanced sideways to see what the reaction would be on her 
face, and gloated inwardly when he saw he'd struck a nerve. "I realize it's 
not respectful to speak ill of the dead, but Mary-Lou, my late wife...Well, 
she wasn't ready for marriage." 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear it." 

"No, no, it's over and done with, I suppose. Still..." He sighed, closing 
his eyes as if lost in memories, while actually he was dredging up a pattern 
of lies about his dead wife. "Mary-Lou always shied away from the physical 
aspects, you see. Sex was always something dirty, something to be gotten 
over with as quickly as possible with the least amount of effort. Just 
another miserable task to perform for her husband, like ironing his shirts." 

Mary-Lou MacGregor had in reality been an insatiable little slut in bed, 
greedily reveling in every act and perversion imaginable, and Sam had never 
before or since been able to find a woman half as talented or interested in 
the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures. But for Alice Henderson's consumption, 
he was manufacturing a mythological icebox of a mate, all the while watching 
how Alice was responding. He saw her gradually relax her natural defenses as 
she began empathizing with him over his plight, her own mind matching and 
dove-tailing his story with her own experiences. She couldn't confess that 
she too had been victimized from male impotency while his was from his 
wife's alleged frigidity. Oh no, that would have been too shameful to admit 
in front of what was still basically a stranger...but mentally she had to 
fight back the urge to blurt out the truth. 

Yet she was putty in the hands of such a skilled manipulator, for inexorable 
Sam channeled the discussion to still more intimate parts of marriage and 
love, sensing as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing when to 
retreat or advance in order to lure her on. Alice shuddered involuntarily as 
she listened, finding herself increasingly attracted to his easy, 
sophisticated charm, his bronzed hard-muscled body, and his dark chestnut 
hair and fathomless onyx eyes. She felt guilty and apprehensive about her 
growing emotions, but bad to admit that it was better to be sitting with Sam 
MacGregor than to be brooding alone as she had been doing. He was what Peter 
would turn into in the coming years, when the boy's experienced eyes were 
matched by the rest of his body and mind, and quite honestly, she couldn't 
fault Vicky for being captivated. She couldn't help but confess that she was 
physically attracted to the father right now-to his easy warm manner, his 
strong rippling figure, the hard bas relief of his penis and testicles 
straining the expensive material of his slacks.... 

Lord! Alice averted her eyes, knowing she was blushing again. She couldn't 
harbor lewd thoughts like that! What would Sam think if he knew what she was 
contemplating? No, stop it.... 

"Would you like a refill?" she asked in order to interrupt her prurient 
thoughts. 

"That's mighty kind of you, Alice. Yes, I could. And I see that your glass 
is empty as well." 

"Oh. I think I've had enough already, Sam. But here, let me act the hostess 
for you." Belatedly she realized she was almost too drunk to navigate, the 
room reeling around as she straightened up. She couldn't even recall the 
number of drinks she'd consumed, and worse, she wasn't really caring any 
longer, and that was definitely the signal for her to lay off, she knew. 

"Whoa there, girl, before you fall," Sam chuckled, coming to her rescue as 
she staggered. He caught her in his arms and gently steered her back down on 
the couch. "I'll play the host instead, Alice. I think that would be 
better." 

"This is terrible," she murmured crest-fallen. "I'm making a fool out of 
myself." 

"So what if you're a bit tipsy. Don't worry about it. I'm here and after 
all, that's what friends are for, right?" 

"It's still not right...." 

His smile altered to a frown of deep concern. "You're not a drinker, Alice, 
I can see that. You're very disturbed about something, something more than 
just Vicky and my son, and possibly you should talk about that now too. 
After all, that's what brought me over here in the first place, wasn't it? 
It's no good to keep problems bottled up inside you where they can fester." 

"No, Sam, that's kind of you, but I can't." 

"Well, at least sit still while I fix the drinks," he told her 
authoritatively. He walked to the credenza, hummed a tune while juicing up 
the glasses again, and then returned, handing one automatically to her. He 
sat down closer to her this time, not touching, only studying her troubled 
face. "It's not healthy, a pretty woman like you all tied up in knots. I 
know it's not easy to unburden yourself, but you really should. We've much 
in common, and I'm sure I can help if you'll give me a chance. This is 
different, Alice; this is the time you should confide in a friend." 

Yes, this was different-somehow as yet undefined. Alice shivered slightly, 
not knowing exactly why, and sipped her unwanted drink. She continued to 
sip, feeling oddly uneasy with Sam's close presence, although she knew there 
was nothing really wrong with him being beside her. Even if Vicky should 
return early, it was still perfectly respectable in this day and age for a 
wife and mother to entertain a neighbor in the afternoon. Besides, she felt 
nothing untoward would happen- couldn't happen here in her own home-and that 
she was perfectly safe. Sam MacGregor was only being friendly, probably as 
lonely as she, as eager to be helpful and good company as any decent 
Samaritan...But nevertheless, as she drank the gin and talked with him some 
more, she still felt a tingling of some un-nameable menace...that same 
pervasive sense of danger that she'd felt toward his son. 

She tried to think back, but as she recalled their conversation so far, 
there'd been nothing portent about his talk or actions. Yet his request to 
have her unburden herself to him was too much. She couldn't. She simply 
couldn't. Alice sipped her drink to keep from having to speak, afraid that 
in spite of her guard, she would blurt out everything to him. 

"You should talk, Alice," Sam said soothingly, as if he'd read her secret 
thoughts and knew she was fearfully reticent. 

She shook her head, her hands kneading the glass. 

"Do," he urged smoothly. "It always helps to cleanse your soul, believe me. 
I did with you just now, and I want you to return the favor and trust me to 
help in kind." 

Alice suddenly felt very small and alone, and sorry that she'd allowed 
herself to emotionally waver even this much. Yet how could she try 
pretending nothing further was troubling her when there was after all, she'd 
acted out of need for solace and advice? 

And all the while, the handsome neighbor was brimming with anticipation. He 
knew that tonight his son Peter would be trying like hell to get into the 
sweet little panties of Vicky Henderson and fuck her silly; and he also knew 
that he himself would be just as busy trying to ravage the passionate 
mother's warmly wet cunt. He was well aware that to savagely hit Alice with 
obscene proposals would sour an otherwise perfect setup, so for all his 
aching desire to glide his thick cock into her pinkly glistening vagina, he 
held himself in check. He knew the secret of timing; he'd been the one to 
teach both Peter and Benjamin the knowledge of gradual seduction. As he 
murmured encouraging words to the distraught young mother, his brain was 
three steps ahead, laying the covert groundwork that would change her 
reluctance into seething hunger for sex. 

"It's about you, isn't it?" he whispered wetly in her ear. "You and Dale, 
that's your big worry. Not about Vicky and Peter..." 

"No, no it's nothing, Sam...Please..." 

"It's everything, Alice. You can't deny it." 

And that was the crux of her dilemma, because she couldn't. 

"It can't be all that terrible, Alice. Embarrassing, perhaps, but probably 
not as ugly as you think." 

"T-To me, it is. I imagine to others it wouldn't be more than a joke, losing 
my husband the way I did, and poisoning what little affection and respect my 
daughter had for me. But..." She trailed off, realizing belatedly that 
without her desiring it, she was starting to tell Sam MacGregor about her 
anxieties. She choked back more words, but the wall had been breached and 
cracked, and the gin was crumbling the last of her resistance. She couldn't 
think of what to do, couldn't control her emotions from bursting through her 
modesty and shame. Everything was so mixed up. There was only this friendly 
Sam MacGregor and a glass of liquor to keep her from mental collapse. Tears 
brimmed in her eyes once more, and she was incapable of stopping herself 
from crying now, feeling so miserable, so confused, so hurt. She let the 
tears flow freely, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from the 
glass. 

"You see, Alice? It's all been too much for you to absorb all alone the way 
you've been doing." Gently Sam placed a comforting arm around her bare 
shoulder. She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his body and his 
masculine cologne...but the arm was strong and the cologne was pleasant, and 
she allowed herself to be drawn against his chest. MacGregor let the soft 
strands of her hair tickle his face, brushing back her kerchief with his 
other hand as if smoothing the brow of a fevered child. 

"Let it all come out, Alice. It'll be better that way..." 

And Alice told him. She could no longer resist his persuasion, her own 
deeply rooted agony, and in broken words she talked of herself and Dale, and 
of that poignantly wretched afternoon with Jim Shannon. And when she was 
through, she pressed her face tightly to his tailored sports shirt and 
continued to cry her heart out. 

Sam MacGregor felt her warm, resilient body crushing against his chest, and 
smelled the heady fragrance of her clean hair and flesh. She was going to be 
good, alright; absolutely fantastic. Yet still he'd have to take care not to 
disturb her growing trust in him, for the wrong move now would destroy her 
budding confidence and hope. He sensed that she was ready for suggestions 
now-she was both ashamed and drunk-so instead of anything overtly physical, 
Sam spoke softly to her. closing the gap between then with carefully chosen 
phrases. 

"Alice, listen to me, Alice. You're not the one at fault, it's been that 
puritanical husband of yours. He denied you life, flesh, the sweet joys of 
the senses, and what you did with Jim was only a natural expression of your 
frustration and needs. You weren't wrong or sinful. Sex is only something 
dirty to warped minds who try blotting out natural expressions. Copulation, 
masturbation, lust-in short, every thing and anything which had to do with 
penises and vaginas are considered unholy. And celibacy and virginity are 
deemed virtues instead of the monstrous crimes against nature that they are. 
Well, times are changing, Alice. There's now a healthy rebellion against the 
tyranny of this attitude and just because Dale was fifty years behind times 
is no reason to chastise yourself for being what you are." 

Sam began stroking the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm, always 
comforting, using the same tone of voice but with different words now. "A 
woman, Alice. That's what you are, heart and soul. A woman denied 
fulfillment, unable to openly, joyously caress a man's cock and feel his 
hands finger your cunt..." 

Sharply Alice sucked in her breath, stirred by the usage of words like cock 
and cunt. She thought about resisting, but Sam's words flowed like warm 
honey, enveloping her in a dreamy torpor. She was aware that he was telling 
her about the multitude of sexual delights she'd been missing for so long, 
and even though she didn't want to think about it, she couldn't help 
herself. She sobbed into the fine material of his shirt, finding a certain 
security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking on her bare 
shoulder and upper arm. 

Sam could feel her firm warm breasts pushing against him, her nipples 
hardening slightly, and he knew that his salacious conversation was having 
the desired effect on her. She was thinking about sex, raw lusty carnal sex, 
just as he wished her to, and the images were in turn causing unmistakable 
signs of arousal. 

"You've been without a man for such a long time, Alice....Without a hard 
cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, in and out until it shoots its cum 
deep into your belly and you climax with your legs clasped tightly around 
him, your loins arching high in supplication....For such a long time, 
Alice..." 

Sam felt the mother trembling beneath his arm now, trembling with something 
more than misery and shame. He thought exultantly: She's ready now! She's 
turned on and is wanting badly...and I'm not going to disappoint her...! 

"Alice... Alice..." 

"Sam," she moaned, her voice quavering with tension. 

"I'm going to kiss you, Alice," he whispered, tilting up her chin with his 
free hand and staring into her puffed, frightened eyes. "A sweet kiss, 
Alice, a tender kiss...Just for you..." 

She knew she should resist him, try to push him away and insist they stop 
this dangerous game...but her throat felt dry and the words just wouldn't 
form. She tried to speak, but suddenly his lips were upon hers and he was 
kissing her, slowly, with no sensation of haste or pressure. Gradually he 
increased the force of his lips until her mouth was slightly open and he 
could slide his tongue inside. Despite her startled horror at this teasing 
intrusion, her hands fluttered upward to his shoulders and she felt herself 
eagerly kissing him in sordid response. 

It must be the gin, she thought, again trying to tear herself free of him 
and the delicious temptations he represented. But still she was unable to 
pull away from Sam's insistent embrace. It seemed as though she could keep 
on kissing this man forever, and she had no defenses against the frantic 
turmoil or erotic sensations that were overcoming her. Seizing her drunken 
bewilderment as a sign of surrender, Sam held her close with one hand, and 
eased the other between their tightly locked bodies, moving upwards to the 
soft, uptilted roundness of her breasts. He felt her tremble convulsively as 
his fingers gently closed over her yielding flesh for a first tentative 
exploration of her nipples. 

"Sam... no... don't," she gasped, feeling his groping hand and struggling 
feebly to disengage herself. But her entire universe was whirling around, 
and she couldn't seem to focus her attention long enough to collect her 
ambiguous thoughts, Sam's gathering demands pulling her magnetically into a 
spiralling vortex of passion she'd never experienced before in her life. She 
couldn't catch her breath, smothered as she was by his kisses, which were 
starting a hot, searing flame in the pit of her long-starved loins. In spite 
of her fear and chagrin, her flesh and blood were responding with the hunger 
her body had suffered for years. His lewd, vile words spun and tumbled in 
her mind, making her want to believe that sex was perfectly all right, and 
what she'd done with Jim Shannon-what she was allowing to be done to her 
now-was the clean, healthy way, and that Dale was wrong. 

Sam's hand was under her halter, lifting it up while simultaneously seeking 
the catches in back. "Stop that, Sam, stop..." She tried fighting both 
herself and the man, squirming away from his grasp, but in doing so the 
halter broke loose, spilling her majestic breasts proudly into full view. 
Before she could recover herself, Sam had sunk his head onto the exposed 
soft mounds, moaning as he buried his mouth against the smooth warmth. He 
encircled one of the pink aureoles with his lips, sucking softly, 
encouraging them to harden and stand out in aching little points. 

"Ahhh," she moaned against her will, feeling sharp tingling sensations 
coursing up and down her spine. I cant let this happen...I can't...I must 
control myself...But the primeval urge she'd been denied during her marriage 
boiled to the surface, and she let Sam's tongue saw mercilessly around her 
warm throbbing breasts, curling her fingers in his hair and pressing him 
closer to her. Alice sensed she was at that juncture where she'd been with 
Jim Shannon that fateful afternoon-to where she couldn't be the one to end 
this attack. And then...Oh God, and then...! 

Still sucking and nipping her breasts, Sam slipped dexterously out of his 
own shirt. He then guided her back against the cushions of the couch, 
stretching out beside her, his muscular body three-quarters on top of her. 
One leg was thrust across her knees, and he used it to pull her closer to 
him so that his hugely swelling penis thrust insistently into her softly 
trembling thigh. Sam could feel his balls contracting and swelling with 
renewed virility, and it was all he could do to keep from tearing off her 
shorts and sticking his iron-rigid cock into her right then and there. 
No...Take it slow, he cautioned himself, forcing his attention away from his 
painfully burgeoning erection and back to his seduction. Take it slow and 
that way take the prize...! 

Slowly he began inching his hand along her shorts, until it found the bare 
flesh at the hem of one tight-fitting cuff. Reaching around in back of her, 
he massaged the fleshy curve of her buttocks and began to squeeze them with 
gentle urgency. Her ass-cheeks were soft and quivering - underneath her thin 
shorts and gossamer nylon panties, and then he discovered the zipper, and 
gradually he eased it down... down... until her shorts were open in the 
back. His fingers rummaged inside like a mouse in the walls, moving swiftly 
and surely until he touched the first hot strands of her curly pubic fleece. 

Alice jackknifed against him from the electric contact of his hand on her 
naked crotch, her whole being singing out for more...more. She started 
oscillating violently on the couch, her mind and flesh two separate 
entities, neither of which she could control any longer. This is wrong.. I'm 
not a slut like Dale thinks I am... I have to stop Sam... I must stop him... 
But the drunkenly moaning mother was incapable of pulling away from the 
delights Sam was bringing her, for in truth it was like trying to run away 
from herself. She wanted his touch on her genitals, wanted his mouth on her 
breast...even though she tried her hardest to deny the facts to herself. Yet 
her body, famished for affection and released now abruptly from years of 
denial, kept on insisting for fulfillment. 

"Sam," she managed to gasp, "Stop, please, you mustn't..." 

"But I must, Alice...And so must you..." 

He dipped his middle finger into the moist trembling passage of Alice's 
burning cunt, playing with it and the soft warm walls of her vaginal slit, 
reveling in the texture of her pussy and the vibrations of her aroused 
passions. She must have been without cock for a hell of a long time to get 
like this...and when a woman gets as fired up as she is, there's nothing 
that can stop her! 

"No," she continued to protest, twisting futilely, trying to break the hold 
of his buried finger. "I'm afraid...My daughter...I can't let Vicky find me 
like this, not after the last time... Please, Sam, please let me up..." 

But then he pawed her shorts and panties all the way down her trembling 
thighs and legs, stripping her bare and dropping the garments to the carpet. 
He pressed tightly against her now fully exposed flesh, kissing her with a 
fury, flattening and spreading her lips until she couldn't resist...and she 
uncontrollably splurged her own tongue in response into his welcoming mouth. 
A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of her belly as she suddenly 
felt herself being literally swept off her feet and into Sam's strong arms. 
The next thing she knew he was transporting her like a bride across the 
living room and down the hall, over the threshold of her room and to her 
wide double bed. 

"There," he said as he gently lowered her onto the covers. "Now you don't 
have to worry about your daughter or anyone else spying on us." He kicked at 
the door to shut it, and then smugly satisfied, he quickly shed his own 
pants and shoes, flinging his underclothing every which way in his furious 
haste. 

Alice's weakened state of resistance left her nothing to fight with as he 
crawled naked onto the shadowy room's bed beside her. His hands once more 
commenced to explore her defenseless body, caressing the swell of her 
breasts and splaying the tender lips of her sensitive pussy. He separated 
the soft outer lips, sucking in his breath at the sight of her delicate pink 
crevice so narrow and tight, and the hard little nub of her excited 
clitoris, almost hidden in the tangle of her dampened pubic hair. 

Oh, did he want to fuck her, ram himself far up into her naked twat and 
ride! But he knew he had to control himself, bring her with him every step 
of the way or it wouldn't be any good. That was the kick-the power, the 
control, the mastery over her body until he could drive her wild with the 
tiniest of gestures. 

"Ahhh," Alice sighed as she felt Sam's fingers teasingly explore the full 
throbbing length of her tender pink vagina. Her entire body quivered from 
the jarring shock of his talented hands roaming freely over her nakedly 
exposed flesh, fondling her breasts and pressing their nipples between his 
fingertips, all the while still tickling her moist trembling pussy and 
massaging the little bud of her clitoris. His skillful finger-fucking was 
sending her crazy with desire, and she dug her fingers into the bed's 
covers, lewdly shoving her pelvis upward. Sam knew this was wicked and evil. 
Alice was a married woman no matter how much Dale ignored her or abandoned 
her...but a greater portion of her fevered mind was crying out that she 
didn't care. She wanted it to stop, but it seemed that the only way she 
could make it stop and satisfy the unleashed passion of her inflamed body 
was to do it more, to drive her hotly seething pussy up against the waggling 
force of Sam's tormenting hand! She wanted to devour it, feel it buried to 
the elbow up in her belly, give herself entirely to the electrifying 
sensations that were invading every pore of her flesh! 

Suddenly Sam was on his knees between her legs, no longer able to resist the 
temptation to fuck her. He had to fuck her-now! He had to throw his aching 
cock deep up into her tight little cunt and feel it sink into her as far as 
it would go, or he'd be creaming all over the bed! 

Alice felt the bulbous, rubbery head of his lust-enraged penis insinuating 
itself against her vulnerable cuntal entrance. She moaned convulsively and 
flexed her knees back. She had to have it! Nothing else would slake the 
thirst of her furiously contracting pussy! Yet Sam didn't enter immediately. 
Instead he ran the blood-swollen crown of his penis up and down across the 
sensitive exposed opening of her vagina, torturing them both further until 
Alice was flailing about wildly and digging her nails into his shoulders, 
trying to force him down on top of her. 

"You want it? His voice was like a caress. "Tell me, Alice, do you really 
want it?" 

"Yes..." she managed to gasp. 

"Yes, what?" Still holding his cock in place up against her wildly pulsating 
cunt, he began kissing her neck and running his tongue along the hollow of 
her shoulders. 

"Lord, you can be cruel!" she moaned, shivers spiraling along her spine. 
"You know it, Sam!" 

"But I want you to tell me," he murmured into her hair, pressing his 
hardened penis maddeningly against her pussy, almost but now quite 
penetrating her. "Go on, say it!" 

Alice couldn't stand it any longer. "I want you to make love to me, Sam," 
she blurted. "Make love...or fuck you?" 

"Yes, yes...Fuck me, Sam, fuck me good!" Her hands fluttered convulsively 
between her legs and she grasped hungrily for his cock, pressing her pelvis 
up against him and trying to force it inside of her. "Fuck my cunt with your 
cock!" 

"Well, since you insist...!" he answered maliciously, suddenly pushing 
forward and sliding easily up into her moistly sucking young cunt. Alice 
wrapped her legs eagerly up and around his back, squirming and twisting 
against him as he began to stroke slowly and evenly in and out, building his 
rhythm to a peak and battering against the soft cushiony mound of her 
cervix, far up inside her deep vaginal cavity. Arching his body like a bow, 
and supporting himself on his hands and Alice's entwining legs, he plunged 
back and forth until Alice thought she would faint from the exquisite 
pleasure he was giving her. He twisted his huge lust-hardened penis deep 
inside her cunt, all the while keeping his tempo controlled, taking her 
higher and higher but never quite letting her go over the brink. 

"Ohhh, ooohhh, ooohhhhh..." Alice chanted, mesmerized, lost in the 
wonderment of what she'd almost forgotten could feel so delightful. She 
clawed at his back, unaware of anything save his thick intrusive cock, 
surrendering herself to the furious fucking of his drilling penis. 
Curiously, though she was pinned down on the bed in an obscenely naked 
position with her legs wrapped practically around the neck of this strange 
man, she was feeling a growing sense of freedom and accomplishment. 

Again Sam altered his rhythm, pushing her legs still further back and 
hooking his elbows under her knees, so that her entire throbbing cunt was 
painfully exposed to his merciless onslaught. Faster now, faster and harder 
into her defenselessly splayed loins he lunged, seeming to penetrate the 
helpless wife and mother to the marrow of her being. Her every nerve ending 
was begging for release until she thought she couldn't stand it any longer. 
Alice didn't understand why she felt this way, only knew that somehow she 
felt better than she ever had in her life, as though by taking her so 
forcefully and against her will, Sam MacGregor was relieving her of all 
moral responsibility for her wicked enjoyment. His penis seemed so large and 
hot up inside her vagina which was stretched wide to receive to its fullest 
extent, adjusting to each stroke and answering each driving blow with a 
squeezing force of its own. 

"Fuck back, you sweet piece of ass, fuck back, fuck back..." Sam's lewd 
voice was like a hypnotic drone above her, searing her ears. No one had ever 
dared to say such offensive things to her. She would have been shocked and 
horrified, even repelled. Yet somehow this dark handsome stranger made them 
seem attractive, exciting her still further, and much to her amazement, she 
heard herself groaning in response: 

"Yes, oh yes, ram me with your hot cock, Sam! Oh, fuck me hard, fuck me 
hard...!" 

She felt like a whore as, responsively, she lifted her pelvis off the bed to 
thrust eagerly against his lewdly skewering penis. She was no longer a lady, 
a wife and good mother, but only some sort of human pleasure machine to be 
abused and degraded and bent to his will. She wanted it! Wanted him to do 
everything to her, things she had never allowed herself to even consider 
before, anything to satiate the wild hungry desires that were setting her oh 
fire and driving her insane. 

Feeling the sudden surge of her wantonly abandoned lusts, Sam increased his 
stroking until he felt as if he were flying. And she was right there with 
him. He knew it! Knew by the way she was flailing her silky blonde hair 
unrestrainedly about on the bed, by her half-gaping mouth, her taloned nails 
which were clawing his naked shoulders and back, and mostly by her greedy 
little pussy that was grasping his enflamed erection in a velvety iron grip, 
milking him for all it was worth. 

Theirs was almost a contest, a battle between giants of prurience and 
hedonism. And locked as they were in their private love-hate embrace, 
neither Alice Henderson nor Sam MacGregor took notice of the bedroom door 
slowly opening behind them, or of the dark shadow which hovered in the dimly 
lit hallway, rigid with horror and disbelief. They were totally oblivious to 
the girl who stood hypnotized by their carnal tableau presented before her 
rounded eyes, her tender features drained of blood as she choked back an 
insane fury of loathing and shock, her vision swimming close to insanity. 

The pretty teenager, Vicky, slumped against the doorway, aghast at what she 
was witnessing. Her mother! Just like she'd been that time before with old 
Mr. Shannon, only this was even worse! Indescribably worse! She was exactly 
the bitch and slut that Daddy had called her, and this time she couldn't 
deny it! And....Lord in heaven, the strange man with her was Peter's father! 
Her mother and Mr. MacGregor rutting like lewd beasts right here in her own 
sacred marital bed! It couldn't be happening! 

But it was. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"I hate her," Vicky had told Peter when first they'd left her house that 
evening. "I hate her because she's no good." 

"Naw, she's okay as mothers go," Peter replied soothingly. He didn't want 
tonight ruined just because his girl was all upset over her old lady. "Just 
feel lucky you've got one, cherub." 

"Not with the one I've got, I don't." The angry girl lifted her tight skirt 
and straddled the powerful motorcycle's buddy-seat, picking up Peter's spare 
crash helmet and slipping in on with savage little jerks. "I'll feel lucky 
in a few months, when I'm eighteen and can split out on my own like you." 

For a moment the roar of the engine drowned out her voice, and she sat 
huddled against Peter's strong back, arms clasped tightly around his waist. 
Then she shouted over the din: "Never mind, Pete, forget about her! Let's 
have us a time tonight, okay?" 

"Right on!" 

The motorcycle's acceleration shoved her back against the chrome chiken bar 
behind her, her long blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind like the mane of 
some incredibly beautiful young colt. She laughed in delight as Peter 
MacGregor geared down to make the turns on the narrow suburban streets 
leading to the highway that connected Portlawn with Rapier City, the tires 
screaming on the asphalt, the bike like a low-slung rocket shooting forward. 
They were on their way to the dance, her first real college dance, and she 
couldn't wait. 

She was happy that she was Peter's girl, for he was really a great boy, even 
if those fiery eyes of his did look at her as if he were stripping her 
naked. But he knew how to make her laugh and feel good inside, and was just 
plain fun to be around. She hugged him tighter, rubbing her cheek cat-like 
against his lean back, thrilled with the image she knew he made, sitting 
hunched powerfully in his saddle, eyes riveted on the road and both hands 
gripping the handlebars with easy confidence. He had a handsome profile, so 
dark and masculine and...well, and virile, there was a magical kind of 
chemistry happening inside her whenever she was with him; a special 
ingredient that hadn't been there with the other boy's she'd dated, and she 
knew that she was going to have a difficult time controlling her desires to 
give him her virginity. Was it Peter that caused this in her, or was it 
because her own body was developing to maturity and it was time? Time! One 
of her girl-friends in school had told her that one day you're a girl, and 
the next you're ready to become a woman, all set for sex and everything, and 
God help the guy who's around when that happens! 

Vicky gritted her teeth, trying to steel her resolve, and she guessed that 
it truly didn't matter whether it was Peter or herself behind the quivering 
feelings in her breasts and between her legs. The important thing was that 
it was present, and that she had to learn how to contain it. Unlike her 
mother, who obviously never practiced what she liked to preach.... 

A short while later, Peter MacGregor headed his motorcycle down Pearson 
Boulevard, off the main highway from suburban Portlawn. They raced through 
the heart of Rapier City with its gaudy neon signs and busy main strip, 
Broadway, which was known as the "Gut" to all the teenagers. At the end of 
the Broadway drag stretched the campus of the city college, the main 
facilities in a cluster of low brick buildings, the grounds around them well 
tended and resembling an urban park. Pete and Vicky rode along the looping 
drive which fronted the buildings, veering to the left and angling toward 
the camelback-roofed gymnasium, where most of the social as well as sporting 
events were usually held. 

Already the parking area was lined with cars, pickup trucks, customized 
vans, and other cycles. Vicky recognized Peter's brother's Chevy van parked 
far off to one side in a dark pocket of shadows formed by overhanging trees. 
Benji's van was easy to spot, sitting high on oversized tires and painted an 
outrageously iridescent orange with flame striping all along the sides. 

"We're late," she said as they wheeled in to a halt. 

"Not by much," Peter replied, helping her off. "Besides, it's not like we're 
missing anything yet. The joint won't start jumping for another couple hours 
or so." 

They walked to the entrance of the gym, and Vicky could hear music coming 
from within. At the door she met an elderly couple who were serving as 
chaperones-an assistant professor of literature and his wife-Dr. & Mrs. 
Cardigan. After the requisite introductions and showing of tickets, Peter 
took Vicky's hand and led the way into the gym's main court, where the dance 
was being held. It was dark and warm there, decorated with ribbon and 
bunting, with lots of round, candle-lit tables set around the polished 
"dance" floor. Off to one side, where the inner doors led to the locker 
rooms, was a "bar" which Peter sadly related sold nothing stronger than soft 
drinks. 

On a temporary podium across from the entrance was a five-piece rock group, 
obviously local talent, playing with more enthusiasm than professionalism. 
The music was loud, full of drums and electric guitars, and it filled the 
gym with an ear-splitting cacophony of pulsating noise. Close by, right in 
the thick of the blare, was Peter's brother Benjamin and his girlfriend. 

"Hey, there they are," Peter said to Vicky, gesturing toward the table. 
Benji was standing and beckoning to them, smiling broadly, but if the older 
boy was shouting anything, it was lost over the raucous din around him. 
Peter and Vicky elbowed their way through the milling throng of dancing 
couples, who were all gyrating in the modern style of arm-waving, 
leg-twisting abandonment. 

"Hi," Peter greeted his brother and the girl. "Been waiting long?" 

Benji shook his head, pointing for them to sit down. "Naw, not really. We 
got here early so we could get a good table, is all." 

"Hello, Pete, Vicky," the girl said warmly. "Cripes, that's a knockout of a 
skirt. You paint it on?" 

"It's a second skin," Vicky cracked back, giggling. She was well acquainted 
with the girl, Carol Summers, just as she was with Benji, and had grown to 
feel friendly and at ease with them both. They made a fine couple, she 
thought: Carol was shorter than Vicky, but made up for that across the 
breasts, hips, and seat. She was already a voluptuous woman, though likely 
in coming years she'd begin to sag unless she took extra care to keep in 
shape. She wasn't fat, merely over proportioned in the parts which 
traditionally turned men on. She certainly turned Benji on, who was also on 
the husky side. An inch taller than his brother, Benji looked larger, being 
heavier and broader with much more a swagger to his personality. He had a 
gift for gab and a streak of mischief he'd never outgrown, and probably 
never would, and although he often came on too strong for Vicky's personal 
taste, she still liked and admired Benji for his devil-may-care personality. 

And now Benji turned to Carol, asking: "Wanna rattle your hocks out there?" 

"You promised me a drink first." 

"Oh yeah, I was just about to go get one, that's right." He glanced at Vicky 
and Peter. "You want something, too?" 

"I'm thirsty after that ride," Vicky admitted. "A 7-up, please." 

"Make it two," Peter added. "No, make it three. I'm more parched than she 
is. They got any munchies over there?" 

"Potato chips and some sort of stale corn gizmos." 

"I'll have a bag of chips, then." 

"None for me," Carol cut in, patting her tummy. "I can't afford it." 

"Go on," Benji kidded her. "I'll work it off you in a little while. 

They laughed as Benji wormed his way over to the snack bar. When he 
returned, laden with their orders, he set the cups down on the table and 
then slyly produced a pint of vodka from inside his shirt. "This'll liven it 
up!" he declared, and he splashed generous shots in all the drinks. Vicky 
looked at her doctored 7-Up, hesitating, not really wanting to imbibe. She'd 
never had much tolerance for alcohol, half a bottle of beer usually giving 
her the woozies, and she wanted to keep her head straight tonight. 

"What's the matter, cherub?" Peter frowned. "You suddenly turned into a 
teetotaler?" 

"Or has your old lady laid down the law?" Benji razzed. 

Vicky stared at the cup and in her mind she could hear the high warning 
voice of her mother: "No, that's the wrong thing to be doing... Be a good 
girl, my daughter dear..." And then she visualized her writhing and panting 
in old Mr. Shannon's embrace that afternoon, and the raw hurt and resentment 
once more welled up inside her. Who was her mother to tell her how to act? 
Her mother wasn't decent-why should her daughter listen respectfully? No, it 
was up to Vicky alone to decide whether to take that drink or not. She alone 
was inescapably responsible now for everything she did, now that her mother 
had proven herself unworthy and a hypocrite. 

"Well..." Vicky faltered, still torn by her ambivalent conscience. Then she 
remembered how her mother had been drinking heavily when she'd left. Taking 
this one drink now couldn't possibly do any harm, she figured, and would be 
a satisfying spit in her mother's eye. She lifted the cup, her expression 
one of defiance. 

"That's it, cherub," Peter laughed. "Open your lips-" 

Carol added the next line: "Widen your gums-" 

"Look out belly, here it comes!" Benji concluded, and let out an encouraging 
cheer as Vicky tilted the cup and swallowed. The mixture proved to be very 
refreshing with no strong taste of liquor, and it easily flowed down her 
parched throat. 

For the next hour, Vicky chattered and danced until her face was flushed and 
her head swam dizzily to the frenzied beat of the rock group. And all the 
while she gulped the refreshing vodka-and-7s in quantity, knowing that she 
was drinking much too much, but not really caring any longer. She was really 
enjoying herself, and she felt giddy and light-headed and proud of her 
self-asserted independence from her mother's apron-strings. There was a deep 
delightful tingling down in her belly, so deep that she couldn't imagine its 
bottom? She drank another cup-how much vodka did that add up to? Who cared? 

"How're you feeling, cherub?" Peter asked her. 

"Like I'm flying!" she breathed, rolling her eyes. 

"You're smashed!" he laughed, and slapped the table with the palm of his 
hand as if it were all a tremendously funny joke. 

"Better believe it!" Benji chimed in. He turned to leer at Carol, sliding 
his hand down the wide neck of her peasant blouse. "And how's it going for 
you, sweet-ass?" 

"Fuckin' wild, man!" the girl cackled shrilly. "I wanna 'nuther." She placed 
her hand on her blouse and squeezed her boyfriend's roving fingers. 

It was difficult for Vicky to focus now, but she managed to hold her head 
still by pressing against her jaws and peering gravely at the others. "Three 
people with six heads," she said slowly, thickly. "Petey always had two 
heads, but yours, Benji, yours is new to me." She giggled, her voice rising 
high and piercing. "An' two hands, Benji! You got two hands on four boobies, 
Carol has four big titties right in a row!" 

"Keep your voice down," Peter warned. "Cardigan will hear us and throw us 
out for drinking. 

That also struck Vicky as funny, and Carol laughed with her. "Him? That 
scrawny old fart ish going to throw us out?" 

"Him and the cops." 

"Whups," Benji said, nudging Peter. "Here he comes now." 

"So what?" Vicky retorted. "He can smell my breath any ol' time he likes." 

"Thas right," Carol added. "Just you bend over and lift up that skirt of 
yours and give him a real breath to sniff!" 

And that set the girls off in fresh gales of giggling. 

Cardigan, looking patriarchal and stern, loomed over their table with his 
hands on his hips. "I believe you should be going." 

"We were just leaving, sir," Benji said, standing up. 

"Sounds like just in the nick of time," Cardigan snorted. 

"I wanna stay!" Carol objected. 

"Me too!" Vicky chimed in. 

Peter brushed Vicky's chin with an open hand. "C'mon, cherub, let's move 
on." He said it with gentle insistence. "We've got places to go and things 
to do." 

"Are we being tossed out?" Carol asked indignantly. 

"Of course not," Benji grinned. "Just a mutual understanding is all. Isn't 
that right. Professor Cardigan?" 

"If you're planning to pass any course from me, it is." 

Cardigan shepherded them through the gym to the entrance where, still 
frowning, he left them to guard the door, arms folded across his hollow 
chest. The fresh air hit the two girls like a wet towel in the face. They 
lurched across the parking lot, holding onto the sides of cars for balance. 
Behind them, grinning, Benji turned to his brother and joked: 

"Look at them, will you? Really big time, eh?" 

Peter nodded. "Very." 

"Must've been around a lot." 

"For years and years." 

Vicky clung to Peter for support and tried to look insulted by the snide 
remarks, but the boy kept changing from one to two, then wavery all over 
like a poor TV picture. When she tried to think angrily she couldn't, not 
even of her mother, and she began to laugh. "Where're we going to now?" 

"Let's finish the bottle of vodka," Carol suggested. 

"Good idea," Benji agreed. "I've got another quart in the back of my van. We 
can drink there and not get rousted." 

They continued through the parking lot, the loud sounds of the college dance 
fading in the background. Reaching Benji's van, he opened its rear doors 
with a flourish and gave a mock bow. 

"Hop aboard, folks. The Midnight Special's about to leave!" 

Carol was the first to scramble in, followed by Peter. The boy helped Vicky 
crawl in and then guided her into a sitting position along one wall panel, 
sinking down beside her as Benji climbed in and closed the doors. 

It was very dark inside the back of the van, and kind of spooky, Vicky 
thought. But then Benji switched on some small lamps and the interior took 
on an atmosphere of a snug comfy hideaway. He had it all fixed up, lavishing 
much time and money to make it a minor showplace, with thick shag carpeting 
that resembled real fur, quilted door and side panels of crushed-velvet 
velour, Plexiglas bubble windows, and a fluorescent black light which 
illuminated with a soft, intimate blue glow. From a small compact bar, he 
took some fresh glasses and that additional fifth of vodka he'd promised, 
this time pouring the alcohol straight and not bothering to mix it with a 
soft drink or juice. 

"Pretty wild, isn't it?" Peter grinned at Vicky. 

"Far out," she gasped, for this was the first time she'd been inside Benji's 
van, and she was highly impressed. She rested her chin on her drawn-up 
knees, gazing around at the mellow shapes of Benji and Carol as they 
snuggled close together just a few feet away, and felt Peter's arm 
encircling her shoulders. He pulled her tightly to him, and the full hard 
tautness of her budding young breasts pressed against him, his fingers 
brushing down over the slim soft warmth of her shoulder to within inches of 
her swelling breasts. 

Unconsciously she sipped the vodka which had been pressed into her hand, 
cuddling in Peter's protective embrace. She felt oddly uneasy and just a 
little apprehensive, wondering if perhaps she was allowing herself to get 
into a sticky situation. What if Peter tried to make love to her in here? 
She had no idea how to get the rear doors open; she'd be trapped! No, that 
was silly. Benji and Carol were with them, and nothing would happen with the 
four of them together. 

She glanced again at Peter's brother and the girl, hearing the unmistakable 
rustling of clothes and the heavy panting of breath. She saw that they had 
sunk to the spongy soft carpeting and were writhing in growing passion as 
they locked their arms around each other, making soft sounds of kissing and 
moaning. She felt her breasts tingling with excitement as she watched them, 
and a strangely pervasive aching started deep within the confines of her 
vagina. The drugging effect of all the alcohol eased her mind of fear at the 
sensations that were beginning to slowly kindle into fires of lust, and she 
snuggled back against Peter as the lewd noises of heavy petting became an 
increasingly erotic stimulant. 

"Cherub...Cherub, you're the one for me..." Peter crooned softly in her ear 
as his hand moved in tiny circles on her side. Then he shifted his gaze 
around to her stomach region, almost touching the cups of her brassiere 
thinking lewdly of her ripening breasts which were pulsating underneath the 
thin fabric. The image was so strong that he could almost taste it, and as a 
result his virile penis swelled in his pants, his youthful scrotum throbbing 
with heatedly impatient sperm until he thought it would explode. He gloated 
when he saw that Vicky was breathing harshly, moaning with her sparked 
arousal. Her lips were moist and parted, her eyes lightly shut... 

And then he kissed her, hard, mashing his lips down upon hers. She mewled 
under the pressure of his wetly grinding mouth, but after one panicky 
moment, she fell limply against him again, savoring his moistly rough lips 
and darting tongue which wormed hotly into her mouth. She ground her firmly 
fleshed buttocks down against the luxuriant carpeting, her thighs trembling 
with growing urgency. The sensual movements caused her tightly stretched 
panties to dig into her moistening cuntal slit, exciting the bud of her 
overly sensitive clitoris. 

Peter clutched her tighter to him, brazenly moving his hands in greater 
freedom, guiding his fingers up until they caressed her firmly trembling 
young breasts. She pressed her thighs tightly together in a futile effort to 
contain the first small teasers of indecent sensations his massaging fingers 
were producing, feeling his cupping, squeezing hands all the way down to the 
sensual valley between her legs. 

"No...No, Pete, no please..." Vicky murmured through his kisses, trying to 
force him to cease by moving away. Her short skirt had hiked up over her 
hips, exposing her naked young thighs and the white band of her flimsy nylon 
panties. She tried to pull her skirt down to a more modest length, hoping 
that in the dim fluorescent black-light, Benji and Carol couldn't see what 
Peter was doing to her. But eyeing them to make sure she was still safe, she 
sucked in her breath, shocked with disbelieve! 

Carol Summers was sprawled out on the floor of the van now, with both legs 
spread wide apart and her dress up over her succulent loins. Benji's hand 
was inside her thin white panties, cupping her pubic mound and stroking his 
fingers deeply into her vaginal crevice. Carol, unaware or uncaring that she 
was in blatant display, was grinding her lush buttocks in rhythm to the 
fingers rummaging in her eagerly splaying cunt. Vicky shivered at the 
outline of Benji's fingers slipping faster and deeper under the sheer nylon 
cloth; a warning bell sounding in her subconscious mind. She knew she should 
call an immediate halt-now-realizing belatedly that Benji and Carol would be 
no restraining force on Peter's own demands. The other couple would be the 
exact opposite, goading them both on to surrender to the same lewdly carnal 
urges! 

But before she could muster her wavering defenses, Vicky gasped for breath 
and squirmed harder against the carpet. Peter had once again moved close 
beside her, and was busily gliding his hand beneath the frail blouse she 
wore, sneaking up under one cup of her brassiere to fondle her helplessly 
quivering left breast. A jolt of terror compounded with illicit excitement 
shot through her body as he mauled the softness of her firm, warm mound, 
trapping the tiny nipple harshly between thumb and forefinger. His hand 
caressed her hardening breast until passionate reverberations palpitated 
through her blood, and frantically she tried pulling his fingers away, her 
own hand clamping his above her blouse-and then stayed there of its own 
volition, refusing to obey her mind's commands, merely lying limp and 
useless over his kneading fingers. With a mournful sigh of submission, she 
slumped against her boyfriend, her flesh trembling expectantly for fuller 
and more intimate touches. A trickle of perspiration rivuleted from between 
her breasts down her belly and into her pubic hair, its slowly teasing trail 
causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined fringes of her warmly responding 
pussy still harder against the carpeting. 

Now other beads of sweat coursed down her body from the heat of her arousal, 
the humidity of the warm, closed van, and the sensual fire radiating from 
the couple who undulated before her tortured eyes. All too clearly she could 
see that Benji's hand was probing still more furiously between Carol 
Summers' loosely spread thighs, the girl's expression appearing glazed with 
rapture through the dimness as she ground her voluptuous pussy up against 
the rapidly dilating fingers. Her wide-necked peasant blouse had been pulled 
low off her shoulders and was slung underneath her braless breasts, cradling 
her bare quivering mounds with their ebon-budded nipples. Her flimsy white 
panties were stretched to the ripping point down around her ankles, and she 
was twitching and kicking at them in her delirious effort to shake them off 
and obscenely splay her legs yet wider to the boy's rapidly thrusting 
fingers. Her own anxious hands were dipping along Benji's embracing body, 
running frantically over the tight bulging front of his blue jeans. 

Vicky bit harder on her lower lip to stifle a groan of building frustration, 
her forehead covered with a spray of perspiration now from the sight and 
sound of the openly exposed performance. Another trickle formed in the 
valley between her maturing breasts that Peter was massaging and kneading 
into hardness. One of his hands wiped the droplet away as it slid midway and 
pushed the tight, restricting brassiere up and away from her swollen, aching 
globes. His fingers cupped her resilient flesh as they rose free, trapping 
the sensitive nipples and squeezing them until a small, excruciating 
sensation brought a gasp of pleasure-pain from her, and shuddering, she let 
the half-empty glass of vodka drop from her nerveless clasp. The liquid 
soaked into the carpet, totally ignored by her, for now Peter was weaseling 
his other hand underneath the bunched hem of her skirt along the insides of 
her thighs. 

He was almost to her panties before Vicky found the strength to react, and 
grasping his wrist tightly, she attempted to hold him back from her secret 
recesses. But the lust-driven youth moved deeper by sheer force, and soon 
was caressing the softness of her lower abdomen and warm mound of her eager 
loins. The wretched thought surged through her drunken mind that he was 
going to take her panties off and touch her there between her tightly 
pressed thighs, just as his brother was fingering Carol's pussy, and Vicky 
struggled to find the will-power to resist it happening. But her blood 
boiled too heatedly, and his fingers felt so wickedly nice, she could only 
undulate her trembling hips with the rising tide of passion that was roaring 
unabated through her nubile flesh. 

"Peter... Ohhhh, Peter...!" she moaned as his roving hand finally reached 
the damp softness of her panty crotch. His outstretched middle finger snaked 
beneath her elastic leg band, reaching the spot no one except herself had 
ever touched before, and then he was gently stroking the wet, hair-lined 
lips of her vaginal crest until they spasmed from the wantonly lurid 
sensations. Vicky involuntarily raised her buttocks, rotating her 
sex-innocent cunt wider apart so he could move his hand more freely into her 
panties. Soon he was teasing the moistly pink folds of her inner pussy, 
parting her soft, tender flesh carefully with his hand until he was able to 
make delicious contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her mind screamed with 
delight, and moaning submissively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, 
trailing warm kisses across his lust-contorted face. There was an odd 
sensation of weightlessness as Peter moved, and then Vicky's drunken brain 
caught on to what he wanted of her. Even as she was telling herself not to, 
she was lifting her quaking buttocks off the carpet, allowing the handsome 
youth to slowly peel her wetly stained panties down...down her trembling 
thighs and legs...down off her feet. He tossed them beside her discarded 
shoes, where they lay-a crumpled white flag of her surrender. 

Then, as he lay down alongside her and began to tease and caress her 
defenselessly exposed vagina, something snapped within Vicky's tormented 
mind, and she made one final effort to stave off his ultimate conquest of 
her purity. 

"I won't," she gasped, whimpering soulfully. "I can't, Peter, don't make 
me!" 

"You'll really be begging," he replied with a harsh, sardonic laugh. "But it 
won't be for stopping, cherub-but for fucking!" 

"Never! Don't say such awful things!" she wailed, tears of fear and shame 
flowing from her eyes. "I'm not that kind of girl!" 

"All girls are that kind-if they're honest with themselves." Again he 
snickered with lewd glee. "You want me, you know deep down in your soul you 
want me. Just like Carol wants Benji...." 

"Never, never, never," the distraught girl babbled, her attention drawn back 
to the other couple as Peter referred to them. She gaped with astonishment 
when she viewed what was now taking place nearby on the van's carpeting, her 
own fervent denials sounding increasingly hollow and meaningless the longer 
she stared at them. She blinked her eyes that were already foggy from her 
passion and the drinking, trying to bring them into focus to assure herself 
she was merely hallucinating. But she was not. 

Benji and Carol were completely nude, their clothing strewn helter-skelter 
around them. Carol was lying on her back with her curvaceous legs raised 
high in the air, her feet pressing flat against the headliner of the van, 
and Benji slid around until his head was between her vee splayed thighs, his 
face even with her wide-open cunt. Vicky thought she saw his tongue lash out 
snake-like and disappear into her wildly trembling vagina as coarse mewing 
noises began emitting from the girl's straining throat. 

"Ohhh lover, lover, lick it... Ahhh, that's right, that's so good..." Vicky 
heard the girl cry out. "Ohhh, lick my twat...!" 

The salacious sights and sounds were mesmerizing, and Vicky found they were 
effecting her even more erotically than before: She felt a strangely wanton 
quivering up between her own thighs, while Peter's fingers still played with 
her moistly hot pussy. She could see Benji's tongue clearer as she squinted, 
seeing how it worked slavishly at the lubricious valley of Carol's cunt, and 
she could see the contortions of lust on the girl's face above the white 
mountains of her shivering breasts. A rash of goosebumps rippled across 
Vicky's tender skin, making her nipples ache in hardness, and she clenched 
her eyes tightly shut to blot out the immoral sight which was creating such 
temptations in her mind. 

"Eat me... Ohhhh, eat my twat good...!" Carol whined, writhing her hips 
frantically at the wickedly lapping tongue burrowing mercilessly at her 
black-haired loins. "Shove your finger in there! Yeah... Oh yeah, lover! 
Ohh, stick it right up my asshole, you know it sets me wild...!" 

Vicky found it hard to breathe now, the rasping that came from her own lungs 
sounding like sandpaper in her ears. Her mouth was hot and dry, and the 
prurient emotions billowing up between her naked thighs caused her to clamp 
them tightly together, squeezing Peter's hand in her wetness and stirring 
still greater sensations. She found herself dreaming of Peter doing the same 
perverted acts upon her as he continued stroking her pubic mound, and 
sensuously she wished he would fuck her, right here... right here and right 
now, the moment in which she was spellbound with lewd fascination. 

"I... I'm cumming, lover... Ohhhhh...!" Gurgling from the throes of her 
orgasm, Carol writhed and heaved her saliva-glistening pussy up against 
Benji's slithering tongue rubbing her cunt around and around against his 
nose and lips and drooling chin. Her voice finally crooned off into a weird 
little wail and she fell back to lie quivering on the carpet, smiling with 
fulfillment. 

Benji lowered her legs and raised himself up over her, kneeling in front of 
Carol's face with his knees straddling her head on either side. His long, 
rigid penis stood out in the van's dim light like a massive rod of steel. He 
had his hand firmly around its shaft, rubbing the gleaming blunt head softly 
against her moistly parting lips. Vicky saw Carol's face come eagerly 
forward as he thrust his hips at her, and the huge crown of his cock slid 
deeply within the confines of her hollowing mouth. He tangled his fingers in 
her hair as she began a gentle sucking motion, her tightly ovaling lips 
clinging to Benji's massive penis each time he withdrew and speared forward 
again. She watched transfixed as Carol reached between his wide-spread 
thighs and fondled the softness of his testicles in her palms, stroking them 
lovingly as she sucked voraciously on his rhythmically sawing cock. In the 
soft glow of the van's fluorescent lighting his penis appeared to Vicky like 
a wetly reflecting battering-ram pounding methodically in and out of the 
girl's hungrily nibbling mouth. Again, she caught the salacious mewls and 
grunts of pleasure-Abruptly, an electric-like spasm seared through Vicky, 
bringing her back to her own plight, as Peter threw her flat on the carpet, 
groaning with his own pent-up arousal. His hands commenced to explore her 
naked body, caressing the fleshy swell of her jutting breasts and prowling 
devilishly over her trembling thighs, brushing the velvety pubic hair of her 
cringing loins until she thought she would die from the heat and pressure 
growing between her legs. His hands followed every tormented motion she 
made, until his fingers caught and splayed the tender lips of her 
desire-moistened vagina. His mouth pressed tightly upon hers again, and the 
hopelessly aroused young virgin ground her pink tongue into the hot wetness 
of his mouth, unable to contain her emotions as she writhed, impaled upon 
his fingers. 

Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then Peter was 
out of his pants and shorts. She heard him breathing harshly at the sight of 
his own nakedness, and for the first time in her life she felt a male organ 
hotly throbbing against the smooth flesh of her hip. His fingers continued 
to assault her tingling passage, digging deeper and deeper even while she 
was grinding her naked buttocks down into the furry carpet in an effort to 
escape his determined onslaught. 

"No, no, no," she muttered and the word ricocheted around the walls of her 
drunken mind, for she knew it was already too late. 

And then Peter was moving up over her, removing his fingers from the wet 
confines of her clasping pussy and leaving her virginal little cunt on fire. 
His rigid penis glided along the furrow of her inner thighs, dangerously 
close to the sensitive pink flesh of her yearning cunt as he rolled atop 
her. She could feel a warm stickiness on her pubic hair and wondered if he 
had cum, yet his cock was still erect and hard. It must be the lubrication 
men produce, she thought crazily... 

"Cherub, this is it," he cooed in her ear. "This is what we've both been 
wanting, waiting for all this time..." 

Peter shoved forward. 

Vicky felt the lips around her hungry vagina spreading open. The elastic 
tightness of her hymen-of her sacred virginity-resisted the first flesh 
invasion. Peter flexed again, driving harder at the entrance to her womb. 
The hymen suddenly tore loose, giving way before his cruel pressuring, and 
the pain was sharp, and she mechanically resisted for a moment, emitting a 
long low groan from within her chest. Warm blood gushed from the wound and 
pooled on the carpet, wetting her spasming buttocks with the stain of her 
defeat. 

He shoved again-a deeper groan-and then he rammed forward, sinking all of 
his lust-inflated cock until his balls slapped tightly against her 
defensively clenching anus. Vicky screwed herself down on the wet carpet in 
an attempt to escape the savage impalement, her legs jerking out wide, 
kicking futilely into the dark air. 

"Peter! Peeeter, noooo...!" she squealed, not caring if Benji and Carol 
could hear, not caring about anything except the pain which was burning deep 
in her belly. But Peter pinned her down with his body and arms, and his 
burrowing cock sunk in again, then again, deeper and deeper with each 
rampaging thrust. The fiery plunging shaft was alive inside her! The rubbery 
tip pressing against her cervix, the rock-hard shaft burgeoning against the 
sensitive walls of her vagina... it was all a part of her and she was one 
with it in spite of the pain! Her tongue started a wild licking of her lips, 
and she flexed her cuntal muscles in an effort to relieve some of the 
pressure, but only inciting Peter on to greater and harsher plowings of her 
vainly resisting passage. 

Slowly the pain began to recede, giving way to a flame of tingling 
sensations which started in her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw 
nerve ends of her flesh. "Ohhh," she whimpered, baring her teeth. "Ohhhh," 
she groaned again, holding her breath as his buried cock stabbed her again, 
stretching her newly defiled orifice further apart with pleasure now instead 
of agony. "Ohhhh Peter, Peter... Ohhhh God!" 

The boy could feel her beginning to respond to his seduction, her wet cunt 
softly opening and closing around his member. He initiated lengthy hard 
strokes into her increasingly aroused loins; the full 'throbbing length of 
his incited cock sinking again and again into her ravaged vagina. His 
shoulders pushed against her and kept her secured in that helpless position 
as he battered like a machine gun into her. Moaning and mewling, Vicky began 
to thrust up against him, rotating her hips with urgent quick motions, the 
juices of her now eagerly welcoming pussy flowing freely down the insides of 
her voluntarily spread thighs. Her nails gouged a path down his back, and 
she drew his thick wet tongue voraciously in her mouth, swallowing it 
greedily as she squirmed and skewered, turning her head to one side so she 
could dazedly watch Carol sucking Benji to his climax. 

Vicky began to thrust up against him, rotating her hips with urgent quick 
motions, the juices of her now eagerly welcoming pussy flowing freely down 
the insides of her voluntarily spread thighs. Her nails gouged a path down 
his back, and she drew his thick wet tongue voraciously in her mouth, 
swallowing it greedily as she squirmed and skewered, turning her head to one 
side so she could dazedly watch Carol sucking Benji to his climax. 

"Get set, sweet ass!" she heard Benji grunt at the girl, and Vicky stared 
intensely as he pummeled her mouth, groaning while he spewed his semen down 
her rapidly swallowing throat. She could see Carol's tightly clinging lips 
milking the huge ejaculating shaft for all its delicious seed, quaking 
wildly beneath Benji as a signal of her own orgiastic upheaval. Thick white 
liquid oozed from her ovaling lips and trickled down her cheeks, thin trails 
of sperm gleaming against her skin and beading the carpet beneath her head. 
The swiftly deflating cock slipped from her greedy mouth with a sucking 
sound that echoed lewdly through the van, Benji still lost in the craze of 
his release as he continued chanting mindlessly: 

"Cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." 

"I... I'm cumming tooo...!" Vicky blurted in her frenzy, her passion 
stimulated even more by the vision of the climactic abandonment so close 
around her. With a last deep-throated cry, her body began to quake 
uncontrollably, torrents of fluids gushing from her pulsating pussy and 
immersing Peter's spearing cock as he reached his own frantic peak. Vicky 
felt a new sweet pain in her vagina as the head of his cock suddenly flared 
into a size which threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! 
She could feel the delicious hot liquid soaring into her belly like molten 
streams of fire, the very pores of her cuntal valley opening receptively to 
it, oozing forth their own enraptured response. It was magnificent! She was 
going out of her mind with ecstasy! She mustn't ever let it stop! 

"Fill me! Oh fill me up, Peter!" she screamed while the seething walls of 
her conquered pussy sucked ravenously at the jerking penis. Finally it did 
stop, despite her fervent wishes, his rampaging erection offering one last 
convulsive spurt...and then Peter fell forward, sighing with exhausted 
contentment while her heated vaginal walls continued to pulsate around his 
now softening cock. 

Vicky also lay in quivering stillness, her legs feeling like rubber on 
either side of the boyish torso locked between her ravaged thighs. But 
though her body lay drained of energy, her mind was slowly returning to 
sober reality, and in misery, she realized the dying wake of her orgasm was 
bringing on an aftermath of shame and disgust. She stared with humiliation 
at the handsome seducer who finally wreaked his will on her, watching him 
gaze, with pride and limpid satiation. Remorse and fear-primarily- clotted 
in her throat. 

She had let herself go and had been sucked into a tidal whirlpool of 
sensuality through anger and arousal. Anger at her mother, a way of hitting 
back at the hurt and anguish which had been eating away her insides since 
that affair with Mr. Shannon; arousal at the hands and body of a boyfriend 
she thought she could love and trust, and his obviously depraved brother and 
his equally bawdy lover. And now it was over. She was no longer a virgin. 
She had nurtured a dream of honeymoon privacy as her husband tenderly, 
patiently taught her the purpose of physical love... Well, that dream had 
been corrupted tonight. She had not had the honeymoon, nor the privacy, nor 
the husband, nor even tender patience. The dream hadn't exactly turned into 
a nightmare, but it certainly hadn't left her with a sense of self-being. 
She was a confused, frightened little girl. 

She wriggled awkwardly from under Peter, who rolled on his side and propped 
himself up on one elbow to gaze at her. She averted her eyes, huddling in 
shameful silence for a long moment. Peter, now subdued from sexual frenzy, 
looked at her quizzically, then frowned. "Hey, you okay?" 

"Fine. Great. Just peachy-keen," she answered in a dull voice. "Take me 
home." 

"Vicky-" 

"I mean it, Peter. If you won't I'll get out and walk." 

"Listen," he said, trying to placate her, his voice dripping with false 
chagrin, "it happened. I got carried away, and it just happened. I'm sorry, 
really I am." 

"It's not your fault," the girl sobbed. "I should've stopped us sooner." She 
realized even in her hysteria that a male's sex drive was savage and swift, 
and that she hadn't done enough to calm it down and control his advances. 
She felt guilt-ridden and humiliated, and wanted to do nothing more than go 
home to bed. Alone. 

Peter sighed, studying her with growing irritation. The silly little bitch 
had gotten screwed half to death and loved every minute of it, and now she 
was acting like she'd been ruined for life. The Fate Worse Than Death ploy, 
that's what she was trying to pull on him, and she was making him look 
asinine in front of his brother and Carol. He glanced toward the other 
couple, and saw that they were so engrossed in new fucking that they weren't 
noticing any of this embarrassing argument with Vicky. Thank Christ for 
that! 

Otherwise, he'd never live down Benji's razzing. 

He turned back to Vicky, seeing that she was trying to clean his sticky seed 
from where it was oozing from her inflamed vagina, using her pair of soiled 
panties as an emergency rag. The view of her swollen, ruby-colored cuntal 
lips drenched with his cum sent reviving sensations racing up his spent 
body. He'd teach her to play the martyred innocent, he vowed; damned if he 
wouldn't when he got the next chance to ram his cock into that moistly 
parted slit and lay his load in her! Well, tonight was shot, that was for 
sure, but possibly if he buttered her up now, he could get another try in a 
day or so. Swallowing his antagonism and restored arousal, he turned and 
began gathering his clothes together. 

"Sure, cherub, sure. Anything you say. Only...Only hell, I don't want this 
to be the end of it." 

"I... I don't know, Peter. After this-" 

"That's just it, Vicky. You've got to admit it proves how much we care for 
each other." 

"Yes, I suppose it does..." She considered what he was saying, and the 
contriteness of his voice punctured any resentment she might have fostered 
against him. "Alright, Peter, we'll keep on going out together." She smiled 
tentatively, touching his cheek. "But let's keep things cool from now 
on...Cool and clean." 

"Sure," the boy said, rubbing his hand comfortingly along her bare leg. 
"Sure we will. Cool as an iceberg..." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"It's still awful early," Peter MacGregor said hopefully as Vicky climbed 
off his motorcycle. 

She shook her head, weary but adamant. "No Peter, it's late. Very late. 
Maybe even too late." 

"Now don't talk that way," he rebuked mildly. "We only made love, after all, 
not murdered somebody." 

"Shh," Vicky cautioned, holding a slim finger to her lips. "The light's on 
in the house, so Mother's probably still awake. She's got ears like a hawk." 
The girl rummaged in her purse, finding her house key, and then gave Peter a 
sidelong glance. "Would you promise me something?" she asked softly, 
hesitantly. 

"What?" 

"Don't...Don't every take another girl in Benji's van." 

Peter leaned from where he was sitting astraddle his motorcycle, grinning as 
he affectionately ruffled Vicky's blonde hair. "Hey, cherub, have some 
faith. There ain't going to be any other girl for me." 

"You're sure?" 

"Pos-i-tively!" 

"Forever!" she sighed, feeling the reassurance she so desperately needed and 
was so afraid to ask for. It made their act less sordid, her gift of 
virginity worthy and meaningful. She stood motionless on the sidewalk as 
Peter carefully rode away with a minimum of noise. Then, turning slowly, she 
started up the walk to her front porch, the cycle's exhaust rumbling off in 
the distance. 

How did she feel? she asked of her self while inserting the key in the 
latch. Physically she felt fine. Wonderful, in fact, with her muscles and 
nerves in an ambivalent mixture of satiation and excitement. Her tender 
pussy still tingled and was wetly sensitive from the savage assault she'd 
endured. Now that she had tasted forbidden fruit she hungrily yearned for 
more. Yet mentally she was enmeshed in guilt and humiliation for her 
abandonment, still mortified for having allowed herself to become aroused by 
Benji and Carol's lewd perversions, and then succumbing to Peter's hardened 
penis. Compounding her shame, she realized that even now her blood was 
simmering with exciting little spasms of desire. My God, it was all too much 
for her think about rationally, at least not yet, not until she'd had a good 
rest and a chance to get over it. 

She gripped the door handle, sucking in her breath to calm herself. She 
prayed that she'd gotten all of Peter's hot thick semen off her pubes and 
inner thighs, and that her clothes weren't in such disarray that they'd 
flunk an inspection. Hoping that in spite of the living room light, her 
mother had fallen asleep after drinking too much, Vicky quietly slipped 
inside the house. She felt she was in no condition to face any sharp 
questioning, and sighed with relief when she saw that the living room was 
empty. Good...Her mother had evidently gone to bed after all, and simply 
forgotten to turn off the lights on the way. 

And yet...Vicky frowned, looking about and thinking how strange things 
appeared. Drinks were on the coffee table, two of them, half finished, and 
clothing was strewn on the floor as if hastily discarded. That certainly 
wasn't like her mother, who was neat and tidy, and always nagging at her to 
pick up after herself. 

Giving the messy room a backward glance, Vicky skirted the kitchen and 
started down the hallway to her bedroom. She padded on tiptoes as she neared 
her mother's room, wanting to silently bypass it and not disturb her. But 
then Vicky noticed that the door was open just a crack, and that weird 
noises were filtering out from the other side. Soft and repetitive were the 
sounds, peculiar creaking and twanging as if for some crazy reason her 
mother were jouncing on the bed like it was a trampoline. Was she drunkenly 
trying to exercise? Well, whatever she was up to, it was obvious that she 
was wide awake. Oh God, Vicky thought, now I'll have to say goodnight or get 
bitched at in the morning. 

Reflexively brushing the front of her skirt, the timid girl reached for the 
doorknob. A harsh male grunt came from within! Vicky hesitated, holding her 
breath with sudden trepidation. Who was in there with Mother? There was 
another groan and then some odd slurring and slapping, and bewildered, Vicky 
stepped away, trying to fathom what was going on. And then she breathed with 
relief, an answer suddenly occurring to her. It's Daddy, she figured 
happily. He's the only one it could be! Daddy's back! 

Infused with love and eagerness, Vicky smiled cherubically and returned to 
the door. Oh, what a wonderful surprise! She hoped she wasn't too late and 
that Daddy wasn't already preparing for bed-Daddy always got upset if she 
interrupted him while changing clothes or taking a bath-for now Vicky really 
wished to say goodnight. She'd better take one quick peek inside to see if 
they were still decent, and if they were, she'd rush in and give Daddy the 
biggest, bestest hug and kiss he'd ever had! 

Slightly crouching, Vicky tensed expectantly as she silently slid the 
bedroom door open. Darkness hid the sight for a few seconds, and then her 
sparkling eyes accustomed themselves to the dim shadows, highlighted by 
spillage of the living room lights behind her. The puzzling sounds of groans 
and creaking continued unabated, punctuated now by whimpering and 
high-pitched sighs. Then Vicky saw-and almost fainted in horror! 

There was her mother, no question as to who the naked woman on the bed was! 
But the man heaving on top of her wasn't Daddy! Vicky wanted to rash in and 
tear them apart, to claw and bite and scream-but shock and horror held her 
riveted to the thresh-hold of the door. She found herself like a frozen 
statue, unable even to close her eyes and blot the depraved scene from her 
eyes, just as a short while before she'd been hypnotized by the sight of 
Benji and Carol rutting like perverted beasts. Only this time it was worse, 
a thousand times worse! This was her mother! Not some promiscuous girl she 
happened to be friends with, but her own mother! With some strange man she'd 
evidently picked up in the few hours that Vicky had been away! 

"Fuck back, you sweet piece of ass, fuck back, fuck back..." 

The stranger's obscene commands burned Vicky's ears, and then she reeled 
under the impact of hearing her mother panting in lewd response: "Yes, oh 
yes, ram me with your hot cock, Sam...!" 

Sam? 

Sam MacGregor! 

With a sudden flash of insight, Vicky recognized the lecherous man pumping 
insanely into her mother. She hadn't recognized him with his clothes off, 
but given the clue of his name, there was no longer any doubt in the 
shattered girl's mind. It was Peter's father! Mr. MacGregor was on the bed, 
locked between her mother's legs in the vulgar embrace of intercourse! 

Every detail of their lurid coupling was etched on Vicky's tormented vision. 
The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the doorway, so that she 
was able to see Mr. MacGregor's penis disappearing and reappearing with 
every cruel thrust he made into her. She could see the muscles standing out 
on her mother's thighs, and the thinly parted pubic hairs as they grazed 
teasingly against the hard thickness of his fleshy, glistening shaft. My 
God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of unadulterated debauchery 
before-for although the sordid display performed in Benji's van had been 
terrible enough, this wanton performance was inexcusably involving her own 
mother! Daddy was right! Her mother was a slut, a nymphomaniac rolling with 
any neighborhood man who'd be interested! What a bunch of crap all her talk 
had been about never having been fucked by another man while being 
married-to Daddy! There she was in her true light, a hypocritical whore! 

Again the awestruck girl tried to break away, but the immoral scene seemed 
to shackle her motionless the longer she watched it. It was fracturing the 
crust of her immature control, her own introduction to sex less than an hour 
before helping to undermine her normal restraints. She discovered to her 
lament that instead of being physically sick with revulsion, she was 
listening and staring at the depraved mating with an erotic light-feathered 
quivering in her stomach and loins. The worming tingle continued to grow, 
almost as if...as if she were becoming excited by seeing her mother get 
fucked! Oh God, no... This can't be happening to me... 

Yet it was...and as Vicky watched in terrified fascination, the same loss of 
control which had surrendered her to Peter now once again began to melt 
away. The gleaming expanse of MacGregor's erection screwed lubricious into 
her mother's wetly accepting pussy, and unconsciously the daughter 
identified with how her mother felt. recalling the exquisite sensations the 
man's son had created in her a short while before. She could empathetically 
experience each surge of hard cock in her own flushed vagina, and as her 
mother moaned and writhed, seductive shivers rippled across Vicky's now 
heaving breasts, making her nipples distend and ache. 

Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down to the flat plane of 
her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where the sensitive lips of 
her nubile pussy were swelling with perverse arousal. Passion was flowing 
unchecked through her loins, and unable to contain herself, she placed her 
other hand on one breast, rubbing her thumb and forefinger gently around the 
bra-encased nipple the way Peter had done previously. Her own heavy 
breathing went unheard by the thrashing couple, and emboldened by her 
desires, she gathered up her skirt and slowly slipped to the floor, 
sprawling wide-legged as she propped her back against the wall so she could 
continue watching. She was bare beneath her skirt, having thrown away her 
semen-soaked panties after she'd cleaned herself in the van, and now she 
exposed her naked thighs and moist pink cuntal hole to the same din light 
that was illuminating the lovers for her. Splaying her thighs, she lowered 
her hand to her throbbing vaginal lips, fingering her clitoris and the 
sensitive pink flesh of her pussy as she had so many times before. Only this 
time she knew she was sinning far more than in the past, for this time she 
wasn't playing with herself in private. This time she was masturbating while 
viewing her mother being fucked. 

"Ohh you hot bitch," she heard Sam grunt with passion. "I'm going to make 
you cum, I'm going to make you cum damn good!" 

"Yes, do it, do it," her mother pleaded as he pummeled his cock into her 
faster and faster. "Make me cum with you...!" 

Rubbing her own precocious cunt harder and harder, Vicky saw that Mr. 
MacGregor was no longer able -to restrain his building ardor. Her mother's 
gyrating pelvis locked around him, opening up to him as a receptacle for his 
burning sperm, her naked body convulsing with spasms. Vicky slid her fingers 
in and out, teasing her hardening clitoris, feeling wave after wave of 
consuming pleasure in concert with the pounding, shuddering couple heaving 
on the bed. 

"I'm...I'm... cu... cumminggg....!" Alice Henderson screamed, her voice 
rising from a choking whisper to a shout that echoed in Vicky's ears. Her 
words, and furious contractions around Sam's fast-driving cock, triggered 
his own orgasm, his body moving of its own wild volition, lunging and 
fucking up into her. 

"I'm right there with you, oh go, go go....!" He wasn't even sure he was 
coherent, nor did he care as he felt a sudden rush of hot viscous fluid 
surging upwards from his spasming testicles, and then spew into the sucking 
sheath of her cunt. 

Want to cum...want to cum too... the daughter's crazed brain chanted, 
imagining 

Peter's grinding cock inside her. Once again that night, Vicky saw white 
creamy liquid cascading around tightly clasping flesh, this time foaming 
from her mother's pink vaginal lips and running down her smooth inner thighs 
to the sheets below. And this time, her own climax was set off by the 
obscene vision itself, her vagina filling with orgasmic secretions until 
they driveled down her own trembling wet lips to the hallway floor. She 
strained in her release until she thought her limbs would break, squeezing 
her tender cunt with both hands over and over in a spasmodic tempo. Then, 
drained and exhausted, the girl collapsed the rest of the way on the floor, 
breathing harshly. 

Peering through dulled eyes and hearing through ringing ears, she made out 
her mother and Mr. MacGregor cradling each other in their naked arms, still 
oblivious that they were being spied upon. 

"You...want more, Alice?" MacGregor asked in a pant. 

"Ohhh, Sam! Sam, what have you done to me?" 

"I've awakened you. I've brought out the woman in you." 

"You feel so good, so good..." 

MacGregor chuckled smugly, grinning down at her like a conquering warrior. 
"Then tell me, Alice. Tell me what you want me to do to you again!" 

"Fuck me!" the sex-crazed mother groaned helplessly. "Fuck me and fuck me 
and fuck meeee...!" 

His deflated cock already hardening under the obscene imploring of Alice 
beneath him, MacGregor did not delay but instantly began pumping into her 
once more with long, hard strokes. His gleaming wet penis slid in and out of 
her now overflowing pussy like a well-oiled piston, his testicles smacking 
rhythmically into the wetted crevice of her wide-spread buttocks. 

"Ahhhh!" Alice sighed with rapture as his welcoming fuck resumed. Her 
gratefully trembling cunt flowered open and swallowed the whole of his now 
fully erect cock with each heated plunge it made. The bedsprings groaned 
loudly as she entwined her legs around his muscular thighs and struggled 
urgently in tempo with him. 

The noise of naked, sweat-soaked flesh smacking moistly from newly resurgent 
coupling jarred young Vicky back to her senses. Her own climax having 
temporarily salved her driving urges, she paused, cringing, with her fingers 
still glued between her legs. Then slowly she removed them, her whole being 
once more clammy with dread and loathing. Straightening on shaky legs, she 
let her skirt fall back to cover her shame, staring for a final moment at 
her mother being fucked more viciously with each passing second. Abruptly 
she turned and stumbled blindly down the hall. Tears of abject hurt and 
humiliation showered down her cheeks as she lurched out the front door and 
let it swing silently shut behind her. Just as the door closed, she heard a 
loud shrieking plea for cock, her mother obviously humping out of control 
again under the carnal drubbings of Mr. MacGregor. And just as obviously, 
they'd be at it for the rest of the night. 

But what of her? Where could she go at this time of night? Certainly not 
back in that house, not ever again, not after having seen her mother being 
ravished by Peter's father. And the remembrance of her own wicked reaction 
brought fresh tears to Vicky's eyes. What could she do? She'd left her purse 
behind with what little money she had, and now she couldn't get back inside 
if she wanted to. The door key was in her purse. She didn't even know where 
her daddy was, so she couldn't run to him for protection. 

No, Vicky had to' think of something-somebody-else. 

Peter! 

The idea came to her in a lightning stroke. He'd understand if anyone would, 
and besides, he had a right to know about it. After all, his father was 
involved just as much as her mother. She'd walk down to the filling station 
near the highway and use the pay phone to call Peter. He'd come and fetch 
her, she was sure he would...only, damn! She didn't have so much as a dime 
for the call! She'd have to hitchhike when she reached the highway, that was 
the only solution, and just pray somebody nice gave her a ride into Rapier 
City where his apartment was. 

Without a second thought, Vicky began walking impatiently down the quiet 
suburban street, feeling she owed her mother nothing, neither loyalty nor 
love. Peter was the only one she had left in spite of his seduction of her 
that evening. She had to make him help her, for she knew somehow the entire 
course of her life was radically altered now. Oh God, why did she have to 
catch her mother committing adultery? Nothing-nothing ever could be the same 
again! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Completely unaware that her daughter had seen her with Sam MacGregor, Alice 
Henderson cried out deliriously while the man hammered into her, bringing 
her to her third or fourth-or was it her fifth?-shattering orgasm. Beads of 
perspiration dotted her satiny flesh, and she strained for her latest 
climax, just as she had for the seeming eternity she'd been fucked by him, 
all of her existence wrapped up in MacGregor's talented cock buried deep in 
her cunt, pulsating with abandonment. She no longer possessed any shame, any 
pride, any sense of reality...only the monstrously lewd sensations she was 
obscenely begging the man to continue. 

"Ohhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" The foul language burst from her swollen lips, and 
the thought of her total subjugation to MacGregor's smutty demands excited 
her further, and she groaned and pulled her buttocks tighter against his own 
surging loins. The naked mother heaved with the intensity of her unleashed 
passions, the earlier climaxes forgotten as if they'd never occurred, in the 
intense rapture which was spiraling freshly through her body. 

Christ, MacGregor thought as he jammed into her with ever-increasing force, 
he'd never run into such a tigress before! She was insatiable, it seemed, 
exploding under him and then hurtling herself wildly at him for more, ever 
more. It was as if he'd fed her some secret aphrodisiac the way she demanded 
more cock. He grunted and strained above her, feeling the walls of her 
milking vagina seep the warm, sticky fluids of her coming orgasm. She arched 
high off the bed and pressed herself against his pubic mound, rotating with 
rekindled fire. 

"God...God... Don't let this ever stop!" she squealed. "Whore... Bitch... 
Slut... She was all of those and worse at that moment. She was a woman! A 
full-blooded woman twisting in the buildup of her latest release. "I'm 
cumming again, you bastard! Ohhhh, you're making me cum again...! 
Ahhhhhhh.....!" 

She bucked under MacGregor, maddeningly, wantonly, uncontrollably, and 
abruptly his plunging cock stiffened and spewed still another load of white 
hot sperm far up into the already inundated cavern of her ravaged belly. A 
shudder of delight surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body, her breasts 
quivering up against the pressure of his masculine chest, their hard nipples 
digging into him like buttons on a coat. She fucked back insanely until her 
climax poured over her like a breathtaking tidal wave of elation, roaring 
through her muscle-clenching loins, the lips of her bruised cunt sucking his 
erection, her breath rasping in short, frenzied gasps as the powerful 
sensations rocketed through her. 

Alice's firm body fell back on the bed, her thighs still trembling from the 
eruption of her passions. Never had such joy existed! Her flesh was 
fulfilled at last! 

"Hot damn," MacGregor husked as he rolled from her. sliding his deflating 
penis from her cunt. "I guess you've had it for awhile, Alice?" 

She was only able to moan in reply, everything a soporific daze in the 
aftermath, a lovely lavender fog of oblivion. The years of her sexual 
deprivation had taken their toll, making her utterly abandoned once she'd 
allowed herself to let go, and in a fury of excess, she'd tried to make up 
for her unwanted, forced celibacy in one magnificent night of orgy. Now, for 
the moment, she was satiated, and as Sam rose from the bed and padded out to 
the bathroom, she felt a blissful sense of detachment, a flooding lethargy 
which made her drift... She couldn't open her eyes past mere slits, and it 
seemed as though her limbs were severed from her torso. It was so divine 
just to lie there, drifting.... 

Then abruptly the import of what she'd been doing seared through her foggy 
mind, and she thought of where she was and who'd been with her, and of the 
thick hard penis which had been so recently spewing semen inside her vagina. 
She realized with dawning horror precisely how immoral and wicked she was, 
committing adultery in her own marital bed with the father of her daughter's 
boyfriend. Her body had not only betrayed her tonight, but had forced her to 
search out and repeat her disgraceful actions, and tears of abject dejection 
brimmed her eyes with self-incrimination. 

"Ohhh," she groaned, the traces of her sleepiness vanishing as she abruptly 
sat up. "Ohhh, no I didn't! I didn't!" 

Alice staggered from the wetly stained bed, thinking perhaps it had all been 
a scurrilous nightmare. She lurched against her dresser and stared at the 
mirror that hung above it. "No, no," she moaned thickly. "It has to be a bad 
dream, it just has to be!" 

Yet heavy lines marred her fresh, clear skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply 
as if she'd aged a decade in the last few hours. She gazed down at her naked 
body and saw the mass of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her 
breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, pink-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and 
her battered loins ached dull and throbbing. Gentle exploration of her 
swollen vagina proved to be sharply painful, and the golden-colored curls of 
her pubic hair were matted with the secretions of multiple cummings. She 
gripped the edge of the dresser from the acute spasm of pain which lanced 
through her torn pussy and up her belly as she moved her finger along its 
sensitive furrow in building horror. 

"Oh God, it's true..." Her eyes puddled anew at the thought she might be 
pregnant...a fitting punishment for being the harlot her husband considered 
her to be. 

Then the toilet flushed and the naked Sam MacGregor entered the bedroom, his 
cock swaying limply against his large, hairy scrotum. "I don't know about 
you, Alice," he said heartily, coming up and cupping one breast familiarity, 
"but I've got to take a breather. You've worn my pecker to a frazzle." 

"Ohhh," the mother wailed, wrenching herself away from his grasp. 

"What's eating you? You liked it, didn't you?" 

"Of course I did," she replied bitterly. "I proved that enough times, didn't 
I?" 

"Well, it'll get even better, I promise." 

"No! No, there can't be another time, Sam." 

"Why not? You're not angry with me, are you?" 

"No," Alice said. "I'm quite satisfied with you. You were very good, and 
I'll remember tonight for as long as I live, but it's finished. I... mustn't 
ever see you again this way." 

"What's the matter, afraid that Dale will find out? What if he should? You 
don't want that eunuch of a husband back again, I know you don't. Wake up, 
Alice! Get somebody worthy of you." 

She couldn't answer, the anguish of her betrayal of everything she ever felt 
was right and proper made words gag in her throat. 

"Or maybe it's Vicky," MacGregor went on. "Maybe you're afraid your daughter 
wouldn't approve of me as your lover. I don't know why the hell not, 
considering she's going with my son." 

"Sam," Alice finally managed to say, "Sam, I don't want Dale, you're right 
about that. And yes, I've got to take my daughter's considerations very 
seriously. I've only this one chance to show her that I love her and that 
her father is wrong about me, only this... tonight... proves that Dale was 
right, too. I... I want you to forget what happened between us. I've never 
been with another man before except, my husband, and I..." 

She choked, unable to continue, her mind too confused and miserable to sort 
out her disparaging thoughts. She wanted a drink, her throat parched and 
arid, a drink to steady her nerves and give her a few seconds of respite. 
"L-Let's go in the living room, Sam. I... I must have something to drink." 

"Be my guest," he said, giving her an exaggerated bow and sweep of his hand. 
"It's your gin." 

She stumbled naked down the hall, picking up her half-empty glass from the 
coffee table in front of the couch. Sam retrieved his drink and stood 
staring at her nudity with a lascivious gaze. She lowered the glass, burning 
with shame, feeling dirty and filthy in her exposure. 

"Don't look at me that way," she pleaded. "I feel enough like a slut 
already." 

"But why? Why can't you relax and enjoy your God-given body? When you made 
love with me, you were wild, a regular nymph. Why do you have to act so cold 
after being so hot? 

Alice sipped her drink, finding that she was enjoying its taste and the 
removal of the chill from her bones. "Maybe it's the way I was brought up, 
Sam. My parents always told me so; Dale always told me so; even Vicky holds 
what I did with Jim Sahnnon against me as if I were perverted and sex were 
ugly. Or maybe..." 

"Yes?" 

"Maybe it's the fact that I'm old-fashioned at heart, Sam. That I do believe 
that sex should be savored for couples in love, and not merely used as a way 
to scratch an itch." 

MacGregor put his glass down and came to her, placing his strong arms around 
her and gently nestling her to his chest. He brushed her hair with his lips, 
bending to kiss the nape of her neck, and then whispered in her ear: "Then 
let's be in love." 

"Don't, Sam, oh please don't toy with me!" 

"I'm not," he said, and for one of the few times that evening, he was 
fervently telling the truth. "You've got warmth, affection, loyalty-every 
fine quality a man could desire. You've certainly been truer for a longer 
time to that prick-less husband of yours than any other wife I've ever heard 
about, and I think you're chastising yourself needlessly now that you've 
given in to your natural femininity. You're not a round-heels, believe me, I 
know those types all too well. You've been guarding your virtue all these 
years wiih an almost furious intensity, and now that you've capitulated, you 
enjoyed your physical senses with similar intensity. Don't confuse 
promiscuity with passion." 

"And you, Sam?" 

"Me? Well, I can't deny that I want you for your body. I have since we first 
met, I did when I came over here this evening, and I still do now more than 
ever. Hell, Alice, I've been around. I've got a lot of mileage on me, but 
for all of that I'm lonely. With Peter moving out on his own, I'll really be 
at loose ends, and until...until you, tonight, I was afraid I'd just go on 
drinking and wenching myself into an early grave. But you're the first woman 
I've met since Mary-Lou died who's made me want to straighten up and fly 
right." 

"Don't tell me you're in love with me, Sam." 

"No, and you're not in love with me, either. Not yet. But I like you, Alice, 
I like and respect you a great deal, and perhaps if you'd be willing to give 
us a chance, we might fall in love." 

She shivered at the beginning tendrils which his barest touch seemed to 
arouse in her, and she wilted in his pressuring embrace, wanting desperately 
to believe him-to believe in him. "I'm married, Sam, don't forget that." she 
sighed heavily. 

"And soon to be a divorcee, don't forget that. If Dale doesn't file one, 
then you charge him with desertion. Then when you're finally free of 
him...." 

"Yes...?" 

"Then enough time'll have passed to know how we stand," he whispered 
earnestly, his hand moving in small circles along her bare arm. His fingers 
eased slowly around to her front, toward her breasts, and cupping one 
intimately in his palm, he turned her so that he could kiss her tenderly, as 
if to seal their pact. Alice shuddered, unable to resist the temptations of 
his embrace, thinking of how much she wanted to submit again to his 
virility. She felt her loins pulsating, her vagina aching with the rekindled 
moisture of her needs...and then of her determined promise not to surrender 
no matter how arousing the provocation. 

"No, Sam," she gasped, pushing free. "No, I mean it." 

"Alright, alright," he snorted irritably. stepping back and holding up his 
hands in mock defeat. "I told you I respect you, and I will even if you're 
being foolish." 

"Oh Sam, let's not quarrel. Things are happening to me so fast and furious, 
that it's like a...a revolution inside me. You want me to give you a chance, 
and I will gladly...but only if you'll give me a chance to come to terms 
with all that's new." 

"Yeah, you're right," he acknowledged with a nod. "And I'm just being pushy. 
Say, have you any cigarettes around here?" 

"I've some filters, I think. They'd be in my purse." With the hand that was 
still holding her drink, she gestured in the vague direction of her handbag, 
then she smiled wistfully into the glass and took a welcome sip. She heard 
him rummaging around in the bag and then his curse: "Damn! None in here, 
Alice." 

She turned, frowning. "Odd...I'm sure I bought a fresh pack when I was 
shopping this morning." Then she choked, aware now of the purse which 
MacGregor was pawing through. "Oh no!" 

"What's the matter?" 

"That purse, Sam!" 

"What about it? It's kinda cute, I think." 

"Of course it's cute! It's Vicky's!" 

"So it's your daughter's. I still don't see why-" 

"Because it shouldn't be here, Sam! It couldn't be here! That's the purse 
she took when she went out with Peter tonight!" 

"You mean-" 

"Exactly! She must've come home early!" 

MacGregor pushed the purse away from him, biting his lower lip with growing 
concern. "But she's not here now..." 

"No, no! She left again and forgot it in her haste!" 

"Alice, don't shout. Perhaps you're wrong, perhaps-" 

"She saw us, Sam! She saw us fucking our heads off and ran away! Oh God, oh 
my God, oh God oh God!" 

MacGregor crossed and took the naked woman harshly by the shoulders, shaking 
her until her teeth rattled. "Get a hold of yourself," he snapped. "It won't 
help to get hysterical." 

Alice felt as if her neck were going to break, and her heart stopped as she 
fought for air. But his shaking had brought her back to sanity, and slumping 
against his chest, she spoke in a more rational tone. "I.. .I'm alright 
now." 

"Sorry." 

"I needed it. But Sam, we've got to find her." 

"Yeah, the sooner the better..." His forehead creased in concentration, 
MacGregor thought out loud: "Well, she was out with Peter, so maybe she was 
with him here...No, he'd have barged in on us instead of running... Where 
would she have gone... Back to him, that's where..." He glanced up at Alice, 
grinning now with the answer. "Sure, where else could she go?" 

"Oh Sam, that would mean your son would also find out about us!" 

"He would anyway, honey. I'm serious about trying to make this a permanent 
arrangement between us. Now, don't fret about Peter thinking any less of 
you. He's a big boy. And if Vicky has gone to his apartment as I figure, 
then that's the best place she could've picked. He'll get her to see things 
right, him and Benji." 

"I want to see her, Sam, I want to explain..." 

"Yeah, okay. The sooner we make a clean breast of things, the sooner we'll 
get both our families on our side. It's the sneaking around kids hate, you 
know how idealistic they can be. Quick, now, slip into a robe or something. 
We'll take your car. Don't forget the keys. 

Let's make it fast!" 

Without waiting for her, MacGregor trotted back to the bedroom and scooped 
up his clothes, dressing in lightning speed. When he was done, Alice was 
standing by the door wearing only a raincoat, its belt wrapped tightly 
around her waist. She was still reeling from the impact of this horrifying 
disaster, confused and trembling with agonizing emotion. MacGregor grinned 
encouragingly at her, stirred in spite of the emergency by the 
provocativeness of her naked body so lightly covered by the thin raincoat. 
He could see her nipples poking the cloth, and the way the draped material 
clung to her curves, dipping into the triangle of her vaginal cleft. 

"Christ," he breathed, feeling a lewd throb in his loins. "If only we had a 
little more time." 

Then grabbing her hand, he almost threw her off her feet as he rushed out 
the door and into the street where her car was parked beside the curb. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Peter! Peter!" young Vicky Henderson called out, pounding on the door of 
his apartment with small, tight fists. "Oh please, Peter, open up!" 

At first there was no answer, and Vicky had a terrible sinking sensation 
that her only hope wasn't here, that he'd gone out again. But she'd spotted 
his brother's van parked in its tenant's stall down on the ground floor, and 
she figured that if Benji were home, Peter would be as well. She renewed her 
knocking, crying out again: "Peter! For God's sake!" 

"Awri'... Awri'..." came a muffled reply from inside. "Keep your shirt on!" 
Then she heard a shuffling of feet and then a grumbling curse. The door 
opened and Peter MacGregor stood in the entrance, blinking owlishly, his 
hair messed and his face puffed with sleep. He was tightening the belt of a 
short, cotton bathrobe, his bare legs and feet sticking out from below. 
Vicky's heart stopped for an instant, for she intuitively knew that the boy 
was naked underneath his wrap...but then she swallowed, deciding that it 
didn't make any difference how he Was dressed, the important thing was that 
he was there! 

"Vicky," he mumbled, scratching his hair and yawning. "What're you doing 
here? You know what time it is?" 

"Late," she babbled frantically. "Way past midnight, I bet, but there wasn't 
much traffic and rides were hard to get. I walked half the way here, I'm 
sure I did, and-" 

"Wait, hold on, you're not making any sense," Peter objected, waving at her 
to calm down. "You mean you hitchhiked from your house?" 

She nodded. "Uh-huh. and... Oh Peter, let me in!" 

"Sure, but..." Frowning, he held the door open for her. "What's wrong?" he 
asked as he saw the anguish which was etched on her face once she stepped 
into the glare of the apartment's lights. "Did your mother find out 
about...what we did?" 

"No, it's worse," she moaned, shaking her head convulsively. "In fact, you 
could say it's just the opposite! Oh Peter, I'm never going back there, 
never! You've got to help me!" 

"Jesus!" He licked his lips, still sleep-fuddled and confused. "Well, c'mon 
into the living room and tell me about it." 

The apartment was a two-bedroom efficiency unit designed expressly for the 
collegiate trade. As a result, the corridors in the back of the building 
connected to the apartments by way of the kitchen, thereby allowing the 
living room and bedrooms to have a clear view overlooking a central 
courtyard and swimming pool. Peter closed the apartment's "front" door and 
led the way through the narrow, in-line kitchen to the living room, 
gesturing for her to make herself comfortable in one of the chairs while he 
crossed to the balcony window, closing its drapes against any peeping eyes. 

Vicky curled up in a soft easy-chair next to her legs under her. Peter came 
over and was settling close by on the couch, when his brother called from 
one of the bedrooms: "Peter? Who the hell is that at this gawd-forsaken 
hour?" the couch, kicking her flats 

"Just Vicky," Peter answered, "with a problem." Then he turned to the girl. 
"Well, let's hear it, cherub." 

She glanced toward the bedroom. "Oh, I.. .Not with Benji, Peter, it's too 
awful!" 

"Nonsense," he scoffed taking her hand. "There're no secrets between us, you 
should know that after what we were all doing together tonight. Besides, if 
you need help, he know lots of angles and is good for figuring ways out of 
trouble." 

No sooner had he spoken than his brother appeared from his bedroom, 
similarly yawning and scratching his hairy chest. Instead of a robe, he was 
wearing only a pair of jockey shorts, the hard, bas relief of his manhood 
straining the thin cotton material like a white elastic accent mark against 
his darker tanned flesh. 

Vicky averted her eyes, shamefully recalling how she'd watched him without 
his underwear on, his now flaccid penis thickly erect then, his scrotal sac 
swollen with sexual arousal. And that in turn reminded her of his father's 
nakedly excited state, and the wretchedly humiliating reason she'd traveled 
here. A tightness constricted her throat, spreading down to clamp the 
muscles of her abdomen, and suddenly she felt incapable of blurting out the 
truth to the sons of her mother's latest lover. 

"Okay," Benji said, lounging in a chair across from her, his legs stretching 
out so that his genitals were more obscenely displayed than ever. "So what's 
the mess you've gotten into?" 

"No, I...I made a mistake," she said hastily. "It's nothing, really, and I'm 
sorry to've bothered you. I-" 

"Don't be flaky," Peter cut in. "You didn't come all the way here for 
nothing. You've obviously got your tail in a knot." 

"We only want to help," Benji added, but Vicky thought she detected a slight 
tone of cynicism behind his words. She glanced at Peter and saw his 
encouraging smile, and some of her reluctance dissipated. There was no way 
to avoid it. She was all alone now that she'd left her mother, and after all 
the tragedy did involve their father. She had to trust somebody, and there 
wasn't anybody else except these two brothers. She still would've preferred 
talking to just Peter by himself; it would be far less embarrassing that 
way, and yet it appeared that it was either both of them or nothing. They 
said they wanted to help her, and even if they couldn't, she could leave 
afterwards, having lost merely a little more pride. 

"Well?" Peter urged, squeezing her trembling hand. 

"I... don't know how to start..." 

"How about from when I dropped you off." 

"It was so horrid... After we said good-night, Peter, I went in the house 
but Mother wasn't in the living room like we thought. It was all in a 
clutter, though, and her clothes were heaped around on the floor. I left 
everything like it was. I didn't know what was going on, and was walking to 
my bedroom when I heard noises coming from mother's room. I thought Daddy 
had returned, and glanced inside. It...It wasn't Daddy. Mom was with 
somebody else. With...your father." 

"Well, what's so all-fired horrid about that, Vicky?" 

"You don't understand, Peter! They were...making love!" 

If Vicky had expected the boys to gasp with horror and outrage, she was 
sadly disappointed. Peter jerked upright, surprised, but broadening with a 
grin. "Well I'll be damned! Ain't that a pip!" And Benji let out a big 
guffaw, clapping his hands once, loudly, as if it were a joke that tickled 
him. "So the old guy finally got into her pants! God knows he's had the hots 
for her long enough!" 

Vicky sucked in her breath, her face turning a bright crimson. "How can you 
act this way! I'll never forgive her, and I can't understand how you can 
think it's funny that it was your father who... Ohhh, you should be ashamed, 
not proud!" 

"We're crushed," Benji said, and laughed again. 

"Thoroughly torn asunder," Peter added, equally mocking. 

"And we're going to run away and join a monastery." 

"And wear hair shirts in repentance all the rest of out lives." 

"Just because our father was screwing your mother." 

"Don't talk like that!" Vicky wailed. 

"Screw," Benji repeated caustically. "A cock in a cunt." 

"She's my mother!" Vicky almost screamed, feeling she was losing contact 
with reality the way the conversation was going. "My mother, rutting like 
some jungle beast!" 

"More like just being a woman, I'd say," Peter replied. "What the hell, 
Vicky, she wasn't hurting anybody-except you, and she didn't know you were 
watching. She was just having a ball. Like you were with me. Why shouldn't 
she have her kicks too?" 

"Stop it, stop it!" She pressed her hands over her ears, her mind whirling 
with confusion. "I tell you it was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen 
in my life!" 

"Sure-re, it was," Benji said snidely. "That's why you were watching right?" 
He snickered lasciviously. "Cut the crap, will you? You got your jollies 
taking a gander at them, just the way you did seeing me and Carol." 

"No, no. I was sickened!" 

"Afterwards, maybe," Peter said. "But Benji's right, cherub. It's exciting 
seeing other people fuck, and you know it." 

"No, no," she chanted in a whimper. He and Benji were wrong...or were they? 
She had been aroused by watching her mother and Mr. MacGregor, just as she'd 
been aroused earlier in the van, but this went directly against every 
ingrained ethic her darling Daddy had ever taught her. Oh God, she didn't 
know what to do, what to think; the vast, boiling anger toward her mother 
was subsiding a little, forced as she was to admit to her own prurient 
emotions, though she still felt bitter and resentful as if her own shameful 
lusts were her mother's fault as well. 

"Ah well, do you think we can help her, Benji?" 

The older brother clasped his hands behind his head and stretched in the 
chair, grinning sardonically at the girl. "I dunno," he smirked. "I guess we 
could-if she'll help us." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked weakly. 

Peter smiled, his fingers tightening around her hand. "You can stay here 
awhile, if you like. At least until you can get a job and a stake for your 
own place. But like I told you, there're no secrets between men and Benji." 

"Share and share alike," Benji added. "And share equally." 

Vicky's stomach knotted in convulsions, suddenly aware of what the two boys 
were driving at. There was little question as to the living arrangements 
they were implying, only whether she'd be agreeable or not. Coming here had 
been the worst mistake yet. Peter totally untrustworthy and as unscrupulous 
as his corrupting brother. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as once again vivid 
memories of Benji's huge penis slithering in and out of Carol Summers' 
vagina flooded her mind, and for a moment she thought she was going to 
vomit, the blood draining from her face. 

"No, I don't want to. I'll go somewhere else..." 

"She doesn't want our "help," Benji said. "I guess we'll just have to 
convince her it's the best way, won't we, Peter?" 

"I don't thing it'll take much persuading," Peter replied cynically, still 
holding a firm grip on her so she couldn't move. 

"Yeah," Benji said, standing up and stretching languorously. "But how's this 
for a big persuader?" And then abruptly he rolled down his underpants, 
kicking them aside to display himself totally naked and hotly aroused. Vicky 
cowered back against her chair, aghast at the fulsome sight of the boy's 
suddenly erect penis springing thick and gleaming into bright-lit view. Her 
eyes trailed a slow path up along his bare torso to his face, and saw 
nothing save a savage, unyielding expression leering back at her. 

She turned away, glancing at Peter with a piteous and useless plea dying in 
her throat, seeing that he had shed his robe and was straightening up with 
his penis pointing hard from his loins, a droplet of emission already 
forming at the eye of his cockhead. She gaped transfixed in horror at the 
two projecting rods of flesh that were poised ready to attack her. 

"It can't be...It can't...!" Vicky whined, shaking her head in utter 
disbelief. "Why are you two doing this?" she heard herself ask foolishly. 

Snickers and chortles offered the only reply as she stared incredulously at 
the grinning features, one to the other, who were hovering closer... 
closer... advancing in their lewd assault. 

She was going to be raped! 

Raped by two boys who thought and acted no better than their despicable 
father! Her buttocks quivered from the terrifying fate overtaking her, for 
there was nothing in the world that could save her from them. Her future had 
been doomed the moment she'd heard the first moan from her mother's bedroom, 
and there was no way she could turn back the clock and start over. 

"I... I'll scream if you touch me," she hissed in warning. 

"So scream," Benji retorted nonchalantly. "There're nothing but college 
students in this building. They're all used to hearing lots of yelling and 
shouting." 

Vicky moaned and her eyes glazed with tears. She had to fight back, somehow 
resist and escape before she was forced to submit to their depravities. She 
struggled as Peter's hand grasped at her blouse, tugging at the buttons and 
jerking her from the chair. 

"Let go of me!" she cried out. "Take your hands off!" 

"Just remember how you liked my hands on you before, cherub," the boy 
retorted, laughing harshly as he continued pawing her cringing body. "You'll 
learn to like them this time, too!" 

"No, no... You can't make me!" 

But then Peter's lips crushed tightly down upon hers, his long thick penis 
pressing harshly into her softly yielding belly. He seemed to be all over 
her like an octopus, arms and legs making her helpless and unable to 
struggle. He let up on his pressure, and she whirled around trying to 
wriggle free and race for the front door, a bare foot kicking her shoes 
aside in her haste to evade the naked boy's clasping embrace. 

But Benji was ready for her. He grabbed her before she was able to sprint 
more than three feet, and tackling her, they tumbled to the floor, his 
weight bursting the air from her lungs. She gasped, choking, the feral odor 
of his lust-sweating body nearly nauseating her as she writhed feebly 
beneath him. 

"Get her goddamn clothes off!" Peter yelled over them. 

"I get to fuck her this time," Benji said. 

"Fine, because I'll fuck her in the mouth!' Peter hunkered down and began 
helping her older brother unzip and unbutton her, his voice glottal with 
vengeful passions. "I told you I was sorry about tonight in the van, Vicky, 
but actually the only reason I was, is because you wouldn't screw around any 
more. 

You and your la-de-da morals, acting like I was a turd for having punctured 
your precious twat! Well, you'll learn! You'll learn before I'm through not 
to snub a free fuck when it's offered!" 

"Yeah, and you could learn a few things about sexing from your mother, too," 
Benji added. "She's got the right attitude!" 

And that was the unkindest cut of all, to be compared unfavorably to her 
adulterous mother. To even consider that she might learn to desire both 
these boys mauling her body, the way her mother lustfully responded to their 
father, was a thousand times more degrading than to simply accept her 
inevitable rape. Weakly, Vicky rolled back and forth in limp protest, the 
last of her clothing being stripped away, her brassiere unsnapped and 
roughly torn from her. Dear God, she was helpless and outnumbered, 
completely at their mercy! But no matter what they said, what they did, they 
could never teach her to react passionately; she was positive they couldn't! 
She must submit because she had to, but only in tormenting pain... 

Then cruel hands forced her over, pulling her legs out straight until she 
was on her back with both Peter and Benji holding her flat and 
spread-eagled. Brazenly crouching, his hefty erect cock shoving menacingly 
from his crotch, Peter chuckled and said: 

"There, that's better. You just relax, cherub, and let yourself go like you 
did back in Benji's van. When you were staring at Benji licking Carol's 
pussy. Remember?" 

Vicky watched wild-eyed as he bent closer, his face gnarled with illicit 
greed. She could barely catch her breath. Benji was still I holding her 
trapped and the wafts of air she could suck into her tortured lungs were 
pungent with genital odors. In terror she gaped at the boy she'd thought she 
loved as he slowly knelt prostrate between her wide-spread thighs, his 
lickerish eyes feasting on the vision of her golden-haired vagina. As 
Peter's head moved forward to her tenderly cringing cunt, the young girl 
realized what he was planning to do to her, and in a flash she did remember 
the scene in Benji's van-every lurid instant of it, sharp and clear in her 
mind, of Carol moaning and undulating, pulling her legs back and shoving her 
pussy up into Benji's slavering face, so he could run his tongue right up 
into her flushed pink slit. In mournful revulsion now, Vicky moaned and 
wept: "Not that, oh not that..." 

"Go ahead, Peter!" Benji urged breathlessly. "Can't you see how bad she 
wants it? Go on, juice her up for my prick!" 

A convulsive jerk spasmed in her thighs as she felt moist lips pressing 
against the soft naked flesh of her unprotected belly. She tried to squirm 
away from Peter's liquid touch, but his sudden wet contact sent an unwanted 
chill racing through her pelvis. Then she sensed his laving tongue slipping 
downward toward the triangle of her crotch, and the spreading of her wispy 
pubic hair with his thumbs as his tongue traced snake-like into the 
sensitive crevice of her cunt. A shudder rippled through her at the 
electrifying union of his mouth and her clitoris, his sweating palms 
clamping against the sides of her inner thighs to draw her open wider so he 
could delve deeper into her tingling vaginal cleft. She forced her head up, 
her eyes round in abject horror to see him hunched on all fours down between 
her stretching legs, grinning up at her between her proud, uptilting breasts 
like a beast of prey pouncing on its hapless victim and devouring it in 
savage feast. The pink flesh of her helplessly exposed loins were presented 
to Peter in humiliating sacrifice, her agony complete as she watched his 
tongue slowly encircle his lips as he prepared for the ravishment to come. 
Then once again he dropped his head, burying the full length of his long 
slippery tongue into the throbbing walls of her splayed, hair-fringed cunt. 

Vicky shuddered; a moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground 
hard against the floor as she endeavored to elude the tantalizing assault on 
her sensitive pubes, but with a maddening suck of his lips, Peter drew her 
tiny erect clitoris into his mouth, nibbling on it with the sharp tips of 
his teeth until she cried out with spontaneous reaction. Her loud call 
dimmed to a long, low, continuous whimper as he continued his depraved 
attack, her head still raised while she watched in horrified fascination the 
boy's head rocking up and down, back and forth, in greedy delight. It can't 
be! It can't be! she thought dizzily, groaning over and over in open 
mortification. She fell back fully supine again, her hair flailing from side 
to side on the floor while his tongue speared unceasingly in and out of the 
involuntarily dilating lips of her vagina. 

Yet in spite of her terror and repulsion at the perverted act being 
performed on her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure 
began to purl deep down in her belly her firm round breasts jiggling j 
sensuously now from the buffeting her loins were undergoing. The temporarily 
banked coals of her once flaming passion were ready to bust into sexual fire 
again, and the whirl -pools of sensations coursing through her blood from 
Peter's oral fucking were fanning those coals into a red-hot conflagration. 
She tried fighting back with all of her strength. Dear God, she mustn't 
succumb as she had before! She mustn't allow her body to betray her yet 
another time! She mustn't! 

But abruptly, the sucking boy's tongue snaked forward and burrowed far up 
into her vagina just like his teasing fingers had back in the van, and 
pleasure spiraled crazily through her from the base of her spine right up to 
her brain, where it exploded in a cascade of delight. Spontaneously, her 
naked loins arched upwards to capture more of Peter's lapping tongue and 
kissing lips, eroticism rapidly replacing her reticence... Lord, what was 
coming over her to do this? She was coming alive as never before, demons 
dancing along the softness of her inner thighs, her buttocks involuntarily 
undulating in wicked reaction, nothing her mind could tell her body was 
capable of tempering this new sensation. 

Frantically she redoubled her efforts to quell the soaring hot flashes of 
desire licking along with Peter at her quivering pussy, but it was futile to 
resist, and her pleas to the boy and God Almighty went unheeded. Peter's 
tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her 
sex, until she could only groan in pitiful uncontrol. His hot probing tip 
wormed its way the entire length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the 
lower curve of her belly and pressuring its way down over the elastic-rimmed 
opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks. 
Where it paused momentarily to pay slippery homage to her tightly puckering 
anus. Her hips ground involuntarily into the cold hard floor, soft mewing 
escaping from between her gritting teeth. Her nubile loins jerked and bucked 
of their own volition, burying his flicking tongue to its roots...until to 
Vicky nothing existed for her except her passion-seared cunt. 

She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt! 

"Ohhhh, don't stop! Suck me! Suck me off..!" Nothing else mattered now-not 
fear, not morals, not humiliation, just the crawling reality of that 
salivating mouth whose tongue was lacing up between the hoi steamy channel 
of her tender cunt. 

Lust-incited by the erotic sight of Vicky being orally fucked into 
submission, her young flesh flowering in avid desire,' Benji MacGregor could 
stand it no longer. "That's enough, Peter! We don't want her cumming yet! 
Move over, give me room-I'm going to ram it to yer and fuck her living 
toenails off!" 

Reluctantly Peter drew his mouth away from Vicky's throbbing pussy, sliding 
aside so that his older brother could take his place between her 
wide-angling thighs. Vicky rotated her passion-clenched hips upwards in 
heavier erection, the older brother filling her belly with living fire. 
There wasn't one single ridge of his massive cock that she couldn't feel 
pressing forcefully against the tender membranes of her pussy, his penis a 
thundering weapon enclosed in her sensitive sheath like a flaming sword 
driven deeply into an enemy's entrails. 

"Jesus, is she tight!" Benji grunted lewdly. "Are you sure you fucked her 
tonight with your prick, and not just your finger?" 

"Big deal," Peter -sneered back. "She's fighting you, that's why. Me, she 
didn't struggle against, she opened up wider'n hell and sucked me right up 
inside." 

And then clamping his wet mouth over one hardening nipple, Benji began a 
slow rocking motion between Vicky's cradling thighs. The agony was worse 
than when Peter had broken her hymen, she thought, for his words had been 
true-she'd wanted to be made love to back in the van; she'd been ready, 
willing, and able to accept her lover's penis, whereas this was rape, pure 
rape, and she was resisting. She had to be resisting! Surely she couldn't be 
eager for Benji's cock. 

But her naked body was acting as if it were severed from her reluctant mind, 
and as Benji continued skewering into her squeezing flesh, sensual bolts of 
lightning-like pleasure sparked up through the fibers of her muscle and 
bone. She was melting under the influence, losing her last will to fight. 
She was losing, and now she realized that despite the revulsion and shame 
she felt in her soul, she was surrendering totally to the carnal joys of 
gross physical sex. The mere thought of her dissolute feelings sent chills 
racing search of that delicious wet suckling, groaning when she felt instead 
the full length of Benji's hard muscled body sweep up over her, pressing her 
down against the floor. She knew dimly she must resist this new sordid 
invasion, but didn't know how as she felt his erect shaft parting the 
swollen lips of her slickly moistened vagina, seeking entry into her aching 
belly. 

"That's it!" she heard Peter excitedly exclaim, the boy moving around so he 
could watch his brother's cock prod and pummel the outer flesh of her 
hair-lined slit. "Now shove it to her!" 

Grunting harshly, Benji heaved forward, determined to penetrate her smooth 
pink passage. Vicky closed her eyes, tossing her head with a shudder of 
remorse as she felt his cockhead taunt the ragged sensitive edges of her 
cunt, holding her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in her 
subjugation. 

"Nooo, no I don't want-" She gasped suddenly, Benji's bulbous penis finding 
her vaginal orifice at last and sliding up inside her with a battering 
intensity. The soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls pushed in painful waves 
before his stabbing onslaught, until with a raucous sigh, he plunged all .of 
his meaty shaft to its root, his testicles bouncing obscenely against the 
clenching rosette of her rectum. 

"Arrrggg...!" she wailed beneath him. She'd only been entered by one hard 
penis before, and that only a few hours ago-and now she was being impaled to 
the bursting point in one savage lung! Her cuntal passage felt as if it were 
being chiseled to fit Benji's thicker, along her spine, as immorally she 
responded to the quickening tempo of Benji's seductive fucking. 

The initial pain was easing now, her feverish cunt adjusting gladly to the 
mature girth of the older brother's penis. Subconsciously she flexed and 
unflexed the naked curves of her flaring thighs, Benji slipping his hands 
back and cupping her undulating buttocks, thrusting her legs higher and 
wider so that the moist wet cavern of her cunt could receive yet more of his 
pounding cock. Vicky could mentally imagine how she must look now beneath 
him, seeing in her lusty mind's eye the similarity between her and the way 
her mother had been pinning back her legs while deliriously accepting all of 
Mr. MacGregor...and that made the daughter writhe salaciously with a 
new-found fervency of emotion. So this was fucking, she gurgled privately to 
herself; fucking without love, without tenderness, without any redemption 
except the ecstasy of the fucking itself! And Lord! Lord! Wasn't it 
wonderful...? 

"Yeah..." she breathed hotly up into the straining boy's face. "Yeah, go 
ahead and ram it to me! Fuck mmeee....!" 

Peter peered unbelievingly at his brother grinding his virile cock into the 
craving maw of his girlfriend's succulent cunt. He was amazed at how her 
tight little hole was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh, Benji 
pumping mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal, battering her 
sensation-crazed body hard against the floor. He was envious of the moans of 
rapture gasping from Vicky's bubbling mouth as she rolled and tossed and 
begged for more. He wanted to join in before they climaxed-he had to join in 
before his balls exploded from the boiling seed that the lurid performance 
was creating in them! With quick, trembling motions, he scooted up to where 
Vicky was opening and closing her mouth in fish-like delirium. Getting down 
on all-fours, he croaked: 

"Move aside just a little Benji, and let's make a sandwich outta her!" 

His brother immediately tilted his head, shifting slightly without missing a 
single stroke of his furious fucking. "Sure, go to it, Peter! She's dying 
for some nourishment to suck on!" 

Peter placed both legs over her straining body, positioning himself with his 
buttocks over her breasts, his knees drawn snugly up into her armpits, his 
throbbing penis dangling before her face. "Now it's my turn, cherub," he 
hissed down at the girl. 

Ripples of horror skyrocketed through Vicky's mind as she stared at the 
boy's swollen shaft, and she wanted to cry and gag as it jerked toward her 
mouth like some fat arm coming from a dark lair of thick curly hair. 

"Go on, suck it!" he urged, flexing his buttocks. The rounded tip of his 
penis left a wet trail across Vicky's smooth pallid cheek, and then 
impatiently, he pressed his cockhead directly against her crimson lips. 
"Suck, cherub, suck my prick!" 

At first, she did the normal thing and resisted, rolling her head aside in 
an effort to avoid taking the meaty erection in her mouth. 

But Peter had her in too strong a grip, and Benji was assailing her vagina 
still harder now. stretching her feminine channel with increasingly potent 
surges. The pleasures were too great to deny, and slackly she opened her 
mouth to gasp out her seething emotions-and in that instant, Peter plunged 
his penis all the way to the back of her throat. 

Vicky gagged reflexively, her ovaling lips brushing the wiry pubic hair of 
his virile loins, his testicles slapping wetly against her moistened chin. 
She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the initial outstroke of 
Peter's sawing assault, groaning inwardly from the utter degradation she was 
being forced to participate in. Oh God, help me! How could this be 
happening? 

But then the very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through 
her mind. The imagined picture of how she must look now, nakedly abused like 
a rag doll between two degenerate brothers incited the hunger in her belly, 
her prurient longings beginning to rage out of control again. She began 
rotating her buttocks up off the floor, constricting with her cuntal muscles 
the hot, fleshy rod rampaging in her pussy, while simultaneously she started 
sucking voraciously at the penis filling her mouth. 

She could feel Peter twisting slightly from the exquisite sensations she was 
causing in him, and his moans of passion spurred her on, even though this 
was her first time and she was experimenting. She remembered the old 
feelings which had coursed through her own body when Peter had used his 
tongue on her cunt, and now she returned the favor, twirling her tongue 
hotly around the hard shaft drubbing into her mouth, clasping her lips 
tighter, sucking harder, thrilling from the louder panting coming from the 
boy. 

"Ahhh, cherub! You're a natural!" she heard Peter sigh delightedly. Elated, 
Vicky licked and sucked more strongly at his blood-engorged penis, wondering 
with anticipation what his semen would taste like when finally he ejaculated 
in her mouth. She wanted that now. She wanted to exploit everything to its 
fullest, to saturate herself to the limit of her endurance with ecstasy, 
filled as she was by the sweet agony of the swirling sensations 
rising...rising like a torrent in her naked flesh. A strange, masochistic 
insanity seemed to possess her as she lay defenseless beneath Benji's thick 
cock squeezed in her cunt, and Peter's hard penis absorbed by her mouth, and 
she writhed and slavered in eager response, using her body as an obscene 
chalice for their debauching lusts. 

Cum...Cum... Lord, let's all cum! 

Somebody came, but not whom Vicky expected.... 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Only moments before, Vicky's distraught mother was riding the apartment 
house elevator with Sam MacGregor. Alice Henderson kept hugging her raincoat 
tightly to her body, which merely seemed to accentuate her nudity 
underneath, blushing from the overt glances of the elevator's third 
passenger, a straggly-haired youth in threadbare jeans and dirty sandals. 
She was gratefully relieved when the elevator finally reached the fifth 
floor and MacGregor hustled her out and down the corridor to 506. 

"This is the place," MacGregor said, knocking on the apartment's door. He 
received no answer, and rapped harder a second time. There was still no 
response. 

"Maybe we're wrong," Alice said fretfully. "Maybe Vicky hasn't come her 
after all." 

"Well, somebody's here," MacGregor grunted, pasting his ear to the door and 
hearing noises from within. "And Benji's van is parked downstairs. No, 
there's something going on." 

He rummaged in his pants pocket, pulling out a ring of keys and selecting 
one. "Benji loaned me a spare," he explained as he inserted the key in the 
door lock. "Quite often he wouldn't be home when I'd be running an errand 
for him or wanted to stop by with something. It's proven rather a 
convenience." 

"But Sam, maybe we shouldn't interrupt," Alice objected, dark foreboding 
clawing at her mind, making her wish to turn and run. 

"Don't hand me that." came the retort. "You're the one who's been so 
insistent we go on this mercy mission, and I'm in full agreement. Your 
daughter needs rescuing, if only from herself." 

He stepped into the kitchen, Alice gripping his arm for support. The door 
behind them swung shut as they went further into the apartment, the sounds 
emanating from the living room loud enough now to mask its closing. They 
reached the end of the kitchen counter and were about to enter the living 
room when both stopped dead in their tracks. "Jesus H. Christ!" MacGregor 
gasped. "Oh no, not Vicky!" the mother moaned, her wail muffled by 
MacGregor's stiffened body. "Not my darling child!" 

"I...I..." the man stammered, for as experienced and jaded as he was, he was 
caught unprepared for the revelry he was witnessing. "I... don't believe 
it!" 

Alice Henderson let her jaw drop and her eyes bulge, her heart leaping in 
her chest. Unbelievable? The scene was incomprehensible to her, and her 
brain spiraled close to madness. My daughter isn't part of it, she kept 
repeating to herself dismally, as if to hide the truth. Vicky couldn't 
be...she wouldn't be... 

But, God, it was! There was her innocent, virginal daughter sandwiched 
between Sam's two sons, sucking with fish-ovaling lips around Peter's cock 
as he pumped wetly in and out of her mouth, her legs bent obscenely high and 
wide while she ground frenziedly up against Benji's pounding erection. She 
watched thunderstruck as the older boy's hand curled beneath Vicky's jerking 
buttocks and the tip of his middle finger circled tauntingly at the rubbery 
ring of her tightly puckered anus. It played there for a long, tantalizing 
moment, then suddenly he brought a gurgling moan from the twisting girl 
beneath him as he shoved his finger through the protective sphincter muscle 
and up inside her rectal passage. Lithe slender legs kicked out 
convulsively, another tormented squeal with toes curling, and the legs 
relocked themselves around Benji's flanks, pumping more furiously than ever 
against both probing shafts. 

Alice fought for breath, incapable of lucid speech from the staggering shock 
of seeing her child the object of an orgy. A clenching sensation caught her 
in the depths of her muscle-taut belly as she continued to stare in stunned 
incredulity. With each ragged breath she managed to suck into her lungs, her 
head seemed to lighten, unable to withstand any more torment without going 
totally insane. The horrified mother started increasingly to feel as though 
the three-some were figments of her overwrought imagination, and her own 
nude torso began to involuntarily sway in rhythm to the tempo of the lewd 
fucking her daughter was receiving. Deep in her subconscious, the smoldering 
emotions which had been dormant throughout her years of barren marriage were 
being re-ignited, rampant and untamable now that they'd been set loose by 
MacGregor's turbulent seduction earlier that night. 

But on the surface, Alice's conscious thought were a shattered mixture of 
torment and indecision. She'd never dreamed of such barbaric abuse of the 
flesh, and vaguely she perceived that she was viewing the full consequences 
of her fornication with Sam. It was all too apparent that Vicky was reacting 
dementedly to having seen her on the bed with Sam; that her daughter was 
striking back in hurt and angry desperation, and that none of this would be 
happening if she'd been able to control her own immorality. Vicky was 
punishing her by punishing herself, and that fact made the mother respond 
sympathetically to the foul spectacle before her. Her heart went out to her 
naked daughter spread-eagled and double-fucked in front of her eyes, and 
against her will, she slowly grew aware of a gradual, maddening tendril of 
prurient thrill teasing along her nerves. There's my child, and but for the 
grace of God, there could be me... That's where I deserve to be, instead of 
her... 

The muscles of Alice's flesh were drawing tight as bowstrings, the salacious 
sight masochistically arousing her in a perverse rejection of what she tried 
to will. Excitement caressed the puckering nipples of her ripe breasts, 
trickling downwards to play erotically around her vaginal slit before 
curling into the spontaneously moistening crevice of her loins. She felt the 
heated wetness of her gathering arousal starting to seep out around her 
inner thighs, and she clenched her trembling buttocks together in an effort 
to stem her slackening control. But she couldn't seem to help 
herself-watching her daughter fucking and sucking like there was no tomorrow 
was too much to resist! She continued to gently but inexorably become 
sexually entranced in a hot, seething fever of passion unrestrained. 

"Sam, I can't-" She hesitated. Cant stand it any longer, she was going to 
blurt out, and she knew she couldn't dare admit that. "I mean, we've got to 
stop them, Sam!" 

"What for?" he asked, turning to look at her, a strange gleam in his eyes. 

"What for!" 

"Shhh," he warned. "They'll hear you." He whispered as he drew her back 
against the kitchen counter, maneuvering silently so that he was standing 
almost directly behind her. He pressed up against the soft cleft between her 
rounded buttocks, and even through the raincoat and the material of his 
trousers, Alice could sense that his penis was growing hard and burgeoning. 
"Christ, my kids are really pouring it to her, aren't they?" 

"How dare you!" Alice hissed shrilly over her shoulder. "That's my daughter 
they're raping!" 

"Raping!" MacGregor chuckled softly. "Some rape. She's having the time of 
her life by the looks of her. Takes after her mother, I'd say." 

"Ohhh!" she groaned in shame and loathing. "This is awful! And take your 
hands off me this instant!" She tried to squirm free of his caressing 
fingers on her breasts, feeling once more rising sensations from his touch 
as he ground his throbbing pelvis into her quivering backside. Wild thoughts 
of what he might have in mind raced crazily through her brain, and she 
decided that if she didn't charge in and break up the trio right then and 
there- 

But Sam MacGregor was not about to release his hold. He was becoming more 
and more aroused by the venal scene in the living room, continuing to 
beadily stare at his two sons humping Alice's daughter between them. And not 
just in her cunt either-but in her goddamn mouth as well! And Vicky was 
adoring it! One look at her eagerly sucking face, and at the way she was 
gyrating those nubile hips, not even her mother could honestly deny she was 
blissfully eating up everything his sons could give her. Shit-how could it 
not excite him? Responsively, Sam increased his grinding pressure of his 
stiffly pulsating cock into Alice's buttocks, while his hands massaged her 
breasts and he whispered in her ear: "Now why're you getting so upset, 
honey? You've been standing her trembling like a bitch in heat. I bet you 
wish you were her, getting those juicy cocks poured into you." 

Again, Alice tried to quietly struggle with him, revolted by the obscenities 
he was spewing in her ear. 

"Please," she moaned. "Let me go, please." 

Instead, Sam pushed her forward slightly so she could gain a better view of 
the utterly deplorable performance, continuing to squeeze and caress her 
sensitive breasts, his rigidly palpitating cock insinuating itself between 
the cheeks of her defensively clenching buttocks. She was beside herself 
with a near uncontainable mixture of outrage, fear, and abhorrence, these 
blending with an unfathomable burning lust the fucking trio and Sam 
MacGregor's lewdnesses were kindling inside of her. 

"See there. Alice, see how my sons are loving your daughter?" he murmured. 
"It's like one big happy family get together, right?" And then his hand was 
slipping down inside her raincoat, parting the buttons so that it opened in 
front to expose all of her voluptuous nakedness. He cupped one of her 
throbbing breasts hard in his hand as she gaped at the wildly fucking 
offspring on the floor, and then the father gave a sudden pinch against her 
soft ruby nipple, forcing Alice to clench her teeth together to keep from 
moaning a loud helpless mewl. Then his tongue flicked moistly into her ear, 
causing her to squirm back against his bulging penis. 

"See?" he taunted. "Boys and girls, male and female, writhing and twisting 
in the throes of sexual abandonment. Vicky's loving it...just like any woman 
loves sex once she's been introduced to fucking properly." 

"Oh God, please don't," she pleaded, tears flowing from her eyes. He had her 
in a position where she couldn't fight back, and he knew it and was playing 
it for all it was worth. If she resisted too strongly, they were bound to be 
noticed, and then she would be discovered watching her daughter while 
nakedly being fondled. Good God, why had she ever given in to Sam in the 
first palce? It had only been a treacherous path leading to her and her 
daughter's destruction. 

Suddenly Alice's body stiffened as she felt Sam's free hand gliding down 
along her bare stomach...down to gently apply pressure against her moistly 
quivering cuntal lips. She closed her eyes, fighting the erotic sensations 
that were beginning to surge through her, but the soft fingers of his hand 
teasingly tweaked her nipples, and the hardness of his cock prodded deeper 
into her buttocks, bringing forth only soft moans of near helpless surrender 
from her anguished lips, "No...Oh no, don't, don't...don't..." Alice 
whimpered as she felt the lewdly delicious feelings sizzling through her 
naked flesh. 

"Don't take it so hard," he crooned, drawing her thin raincoat farther down 
her arms, down her slender back until it bunched provocatively around her 
slender waist, held only by the slightest tension of the belt. "Or should I 
say do take it hard?" 

"Oh God..." she groaned, sobbing. She tried to pull away again, using all of 
her willpower to overcome the myriad sensations building deep in her belly. 
But she couldn't-and all her wriggling accomplished was to loosen her coat 
the last little bit, and send it fluttering in a pool around her feet. 

She gasped, holding her breath as she felt the cool night air in the kitchen 
rush against her hotly flushed skin, and then she felt the searing contact 
of Sam's fingers stroking the curves of her naked body. She squirmed back 
against him, one hand trying to push him away while the other clung atop the 
hand squeezing her breast. Dear God! She was totally nude in a strange 
apartment, watching her daughter engaged in an orgy, while she was reacting 
like an alley cat to the erotic caress of her breasts and vagina. Tears of 
humiliation flooded down her blushing cheeks, as she found to her 
mortification that her pelvis was rotating suggestively to the light teasing 
of his fingers between her thighs. She could feel the warm lubrications of 
her arousal dribbling down over his hand and matting her tingling pubic 
hair. 

Weakly she shook her head in mute protest, but then Sam was forcing her to 
kneel down on her hands so that she could continue viewing her daughter's 
licentious couplings, knowing that the whole of her rounded buttocks and 
glistening vagina were obscenely exposed to Sam's lecherous gaze. 

"You know that you want it," he whispered smuttily down at her, as he 
unbuckled his pants and let them drop. He slid out of his underwear, and 
from the corner of her eye, Alice could see his thick, throbbing erection 
standing upright in vicious hardness. He poised above her for a moment 
longer, his hands on his hips, his sperm-filled testicles hanging like 
gourds from his menacing penis. Then he hunkered down behind her, pressing 
his hands into the tender flesh of her buttocks, spreading the moon eagerly 
apart. 

"Ohh dear God," she mewed despondently. 

"Yeah, honey, you're just aching for my nice long cock to slide smoothly up 
inside that tight pussy of yours again, just like my son Benji is doing to 
your daughter now." 

Alice could feel him move his way between her legs, guiding his massively 
thick penis forward until its rubbery head parted the moist lips of her 
expectantly quivering vagina. She groaned as she felt the first hard 
pressure against her cuntal opening, wanting to scream and recoil in fear 
and horror, but too petrified by the wildly ecstatic sensations flowing from 
the hot, hungry depths of her loins. 

Gripping her trembling buttocks with both hands, Sam MacGregor held her in a 
firm, brutal position so she couldn't move an inch from him. Then he thrust 
his hips forward, sending his hard, impatient cock sliding into her 
receptive cunt with a roaring fury, instantly beginning an urgent hammering 
in and out while she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. Sam flared his 
nostrils and quickened his pumping tempo with long, lunging strokes that 
slammed against her cervix, savagely gripping the firm curve of her hips as 
he forced the stretched sheath of her vagina back and forth over the 
pulsating shaft of his cock. 

"Move your ass," he hissed behind her. "C'mon, if your daughter can do it, 
you sure as hell can too!" 

Alice complied, undulating her buttocks as she bucked beneath his cruel 
demands. And then, feeling a strange lessening of her pain and degradation, 
she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and arching her wide-stretched 
pelvis back against his driving erection as if she were glued to it. "Oh, 
oh, oh, oh..!" The sounds she made were low and indistinct as a result of 
her face being buffeted down into the coat bundled below her head. Sam 
battered into her throbbing cunt with a growing frenzy of sensation, the 
sight of her sensually bucking form inciting him to deeper and faster 
efforts. In response, Alice's breath was becoming one long continuous rasp 
that was no longer muffled by the discarded raincoat, and she was droning it 
out into the living room, half in torment, and half from the slowly mounting 
feelings of wanton delight surging through her. Lewd flames of desire were 
once more coursing through her veins, the shame lessening and disappearing 
as unhindered passion swirled insatiably through her rippling belly. She 
realized the unforgivable wickedness of her situation, but somehow it no 
longer mattered. Alice's blood was steaming and the heatedly pounding cock 
buried so deep in her wetly clasping pussy was feeling so good...so hard and 
so good-She rotated her hips mindlessly, and the tiny muscles in her now 
flowering cunt worked hungrily at his rampaging penis. 

Panting and writhing Alice glanced up and gazed fondly at her obscenely 
impaled daughter, then heard Peter suck in his breath and coarsely command 
the girl: 

"Squeeze my balls, cherub! Take them gentle-like and suck, suck, suck!" 

Vicky cupped his sweaty, semen-filled scrotum, sucking demon-like, not 
because she was ordered to, but because she couldn't resist it. Her head 
bobbed up and down his turgid shaft like a machine, the masochistic joy of 
being fucked senseless in the mouth permeating her young body in tingling 
submissiveness. She murmured her willingness around her lips, which were 
tightly locked around his sawing cock, and she knew that any moment he would 
be ejaculating his thick creamy sperm into her mouth until it ran from the 
edges of her lips in sticky milk trails. And instead of revulsion at the 
idea, as she had experienced before when viewing Carol swallowing Benji's 
hot cum, or the seed which she'd seen inundating her mother's cunt and 
spilling out onto the bed, she thought of it as liquid candy, as the most 
potently delicious ambrosia ever invented in the whole wide world! 

Insatiably she sucked at Peter's hardened cock in her mouth, swirling her 
tongue with increasing dexterity over the first masculine flesh she'd ever 
tasted, thrusting her loins earnestly up against Benji to get every fraction 
of his mighty hardness. She wanted to be saturated in cum until it 
spluttered from her glutted cunt as it would from her hollowing mouth! She 
wanted to be saturated in warm white sperm until her stomach was as filled 
as her pussy! She wanted...and she sucked and fucked to obtain her goal. 

Then- 

At the same time as her own climax commenced to crescendo, the hard cock 
fucking her cunt spurted its creamy hot charge far up inside her quaking 
belly, splashing violently against her vaginal walls and dribbling back out 
of her pubic slit to saturate her blonde curls and inner thighs. Benji's 
pulsating testicles massaged her wide-splayed crevice, causing Vicky to 
spasm upwards and submerge Peter's sluicing penis in her ovaling mouth until 
her nose was nuzzling the hairs of his groin. As if on cue, the boy's shaft 
thickened and burst forth with eruptive violence, flooding her mouth and 
throat with the deliciously pungent liquid she'd been thirstily seeking, her 
cheeks bloating as she swallowed spurt after spurt of Peter's orgasmic 
fluids, her lips firming in a tight-fitting ring so she wouldn't lose a 
single drop of the hot, thick cum. But it was still too much for her, and 
some dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and she 
lashed out her tongue in a sweeping motion to wipe the stringy semen into 
her mouth, as Peter's cock began to collapse and pull free from her lips 
with a wet, sibilant sound. 

She skewered her buttocks up rapaciously onto the still pumping cock of his 
older brother, and Benji demoniacally goaded his finger farther up her anus 
while he squirted the last of his climax out against the blunt tip of her 
cervix. With a wail coming like a whirlwind from between gnashing teeth, 
Vicky felt her own lithe body mushroom into a fantastic cyclone of 
fluorescent stars, her cumming racking her entire being with an ecstatic 
delirium that sent her mind whirling. 

She fell back flat against he floor, exhausted, the boys sprawled satiated 
on either side of her. Her flesh was beaten, pummeled and tortured beyond 
repair...but no longer was the girl's mind torn by shame or remorse. She'd 
been fucked and fucked good, fucked for the sake of being fucked, and now 
she knew why her mother and, yes, even Carol Summers, were so eager to have 
a man's cock buried up inside their bodies-any man's cock, in any of her 
orifices. This was it! This was what she'd been denying herself and 
chastising her mother for, but for no reason she could find acceptable any 
longer! Sex .was great, any ol' way...! 

Simultaneous with Vicky's release, her mother was approaching her own 
climactic peak. Alice Henderson could hear the boys', father panting in 
gasps, but was deaf to her own soulful moaning as he jammed flesh up inside 
her gluttonous cunt and began throbbing out its milky seed. Her own buttocks 
slowed the frantic scramble for completion and started small, spasmodic 
jerks back tightly against Sam's spewing penis sunk deep in her backsides. 
His hotly splashing cum filled her pussy as completely as his sons' youthful 
semen was flooding both ends of her daughter, and Alice could see clearly 
the shining ivory streams surging from the pink lips of Vicky's mouth, and 
roll down the stretched crevice of her cunt to pool at her head and bottom. 
The fucking mother and father jerked against each other for a moment longer, 
and then they too lay still. 

Alice's legs grew limp, then, and satisfied with pleasure and completion, 
she started to slide free of Sam MacGregor's deflating penis. She sighed 
dreamily as his cock trickled out the last remainders of his cum onto her 
quivering buttocks as she lay half-comatose on the kitchen linoleum... 

But then Alice glanced back up to where her daughter lay cradled between the 
two brothers, and in one split second of horror, her inner peace was 
abruptly shattered, and she instantly returned to reality. Her naked child 
was sitting up, her nubile thighs bent in such a way as to show her softly 
curling pubic hair- soaked and glistening now with Benji MacGregor's fresh 
white sperm. Vicky Henderson wasn't looking at herself, however... She was 
staring at her mother with eyes as large as dinner plates. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Alice's orgasmic moans, bubbling spontaneous and unnoticed by her in her 
sensual daze, was, for that critical moment, the only sound audible in the 
stifling, sex-saturated air of the apartment. The noise penetrated her 
daughter's numbed consciousness, even though her own climax was still 
drumming loud and enveloping her scenes, and sent Vicky pivoting where she 
lay, startled, hysterical and unaware of its source. For a split second the 
girl didn't recognize just who or what had interrupted them, her mind 
fragmented with fright at the idea of being discovered here, like this, 
nakedly soiled and subverted. 

Then, with terrifying clarity, she saw her mother. Jerking upright, she 
comprehended the whole incredibly lewd tableau; Sam MacGregor's long, red 
gleaming penis withdrawing from the tumescent buttocks hunching before him 
on the kitchen floor...her naked mother sliding forward, quivering and 
sighing with her spent passions... And in a blinding flash, Vicky realized 
that her mother had been watching her being fucked by two boys, while 
allowing their father to do the same to her from behind! 

And then Alice raised her exhausted head, seeing Vicky staring at her. Their 
eyes locked for a breathless, stunned instant, before Vicky managed to gasp 
out: 

"Mother!" 

Alice, her mind tumbling crazily as she stared at her crouching nude child, 
slowly tottered to her feet. She couldn't find words to utter, her mouth 
working mutely with anguish. Tears of abject shame trickled down her pallid 
cheeks, and she was unable to function more than stagger a few steps in 
Vicky's direction. 

The stunned girl cowered at first, watching with puff-lidded eyes as her 
mother hesitantly approached. Then she too gradually straightened, to stand 
weakly in torment for whatever might develop. She knew that although she'd 
caught her mother fucking Mr. MacGregor, it still didn't absolve her of her 
own guilt. 

"Vicky," Alice said in a choking whisper, "Vicky, please don't hate me..." 

The naked girl gazed at her mother and then down at herself, at her fresh 
smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at her pink-tipped nipples 
and her alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with love-dew, at her pubic 
mound with its inflamed vaginal lips and matted curls. Then she looked back 
up, understanding and compassion finally dawning in her. "I don't hate you, 
Mother... To hate you would be like hating myself." 

"It's all my fault," Alice moaned, coming still closer. She forced back her 
tears, stiffening her resolve, for there was a time for weeping and a time 
to face up to a situation, and she had to try to make amends to Vicky no 
matter what the cost or what happened to her afterwards. "You saw me with 
Sam, and you hit back to purge yourself, and it's all my fault... Fm so 
ashamed..." 

"It's not your fault," Vicky murmured gently. "Okay, so I saw you and Mr. 
MacGregor, but I was excited by it. And I was excited having sex with Peter 
and Benji. I wanted it-I'm not sure why. or why I couldn't control myself 
once we started-but I've got to be honest and admit I wanted them to cum in 
me together. And...And I didn't care who they were, just so long as they 
fucked me." 

Alice swallowed hard, ignoring the three naked males in the room as she 
studied her daughter's wistful face, inwardly cringing from the lash of her 
obscene confession. 

"You're young, inexperienced," she said, hoping to wash the blight of guilt 
from Vicky's mind. "While I... I'm responsible for this whole sordid affair, 
and should've known better. I'm unfit to be your mother. I'm just what your 
father called me, a tramp. A sluttish tramp." 

"If you are, then so am I." 

"You don't mean that, you can't, not truly." 

"Truly. But we're not sluts, Mother. Daddy is wrong. He's been wrong all the 
years you've been married to him, and now that I know what you've been 
denied, I don't blame you the least little bit. And I want you to keep on 
this way. I want us both to." 

"Oh, Vicky," her mother sobbed, and suddenly they were in each other's arms, 
hugging tightly to bridge the gap which had separated them for so long. 
Vicky clung with her face pressed to Alice's warm maternal breasts, rocking 
gently, and Alice realized that her daughter was no longer a child but a 
woman...a woman capable of responding to the same sexual drives as any other 
healthy person. 

"But what about us?" rose a lament beside them. 

Alice turned, Vicky glancing up as well, to see the MacGregor brothers 
standing with hopeful if apprehensive expressions on their faces. Peter had 
been the one to speak, and his was the more eager of the two faces. "What do 
you mean?" Vicky asked him. 

"I, uh...Hell, cherub, you're kinda special to me. 

"I'm fond of you, too," she answered cheerfully, then deliberately let her 
eyes rove over his brother's well-knit frame, dwelling blatantly on his 
smooth penis nestling against the soft swell of his testicles. "And of you, 
Benji, now..." 

"That's what Peter's driving at," Benji said, beginning to grin. "I mean, 
look at your mom. She and Dad are getting awful thick together, just like we 
are. We're like a family." 

"We are, in a way, aren't we?" Vicky giggled. 

"And since you're not planning to go back to the old ways of doing 
things..." 

Vicky and her mother looked at each other. "I guess not," Alice replied. "It 
doesn't make any sense to, does it?" 

"Not even if Daddy comes crawling back," Vicky sighed, giving her mother an 
extra squeeze around the waist. 

"Well, then why don't you start a new life?" Benji went on to suggest. "One 
that fits your new, uh, preferences?" 

Alice regarded the boys with surprise. "You don't mean that we should all 
start living together, do you?" 

"Why not?" Peter said almost bashfully, scuffing a bare toe against the 
floor. "Huh? Why not you two and all of us?" 

"Far out!" Vicky squealed, suddenly turning to throw her arms around Peter's 
neck. "What a great team we'd make!" She sprang upwards in her enthusiasm, 
wrapping her legs affectionately around his hips. "Let's do it, Mother, lets 
do it! I want to!" 

"It's not entirely up to me, dear," Alice replied with a wry smile, arching 
an eyebrow toward the father, who was standing perplexed by this swift and 
unexpected turn of events. "Well, Sam What do you think of your sons' idea?" 

"I..." MacGregor felt a choking constriction in his throat as he considered 
the loaded question. "I'm not sure..." 

"Please, Mr. MacGregor," Vicky urged, Peter squeezing her buttocks playfully 
as he eased her to the floor. "You like my mother at least enough to give it 
a try, don't you?" 

MacGregor scratched his hair, trying to conceive an answer. To outright say 
no would surely lose the most desirable woman he'd ever known since his wife 
had died, and deep in his heart he knew he'd miss Alice tremendously. Yet to 
say yes would mean giving up his bachelorhood with all of its pleasurable 
compensation. Her warm sinuous body was a constant joy to explore and he 
doubted he'd ever tire of her the way he had of so many others...But if 
given the invitation, could he resist catting around on her? Could t they 
really figure out some workable arrangement? And then there was his career, 
even his property to consider. Being single and playing the field was a 
condition his employers and their priggish wives could tolerate, but to 
start "Living In Sin" would be taboo. They'd have to be kept carefully 
ignorant of the affair, or else Alice and Vicky would have to agree to act 
in public as his new "wife" and "step-daughter". Plus he'd have to sell out 
and move from Portlawn for sure; that stuffy pinch-nosed suburban community 
already sniffing indignantly about his comings and goings. 

Shit on a stick! Alice had spoken about the "revolution" he'd caused to her 
way of thinking...but it was nothing compared to the upheaval of his way of 
life they were proposing...! 

"Not so fast," he hemmed. "There're considerations to, ah, consider. What 
would your father say if he found out, Vicky, which quite likely he would?" 

"Just what he's always said," she retorted. "Besides, who cares? Divorce is 
a simple fifty-fifty, no-fault separation these days, and no court would 
award him custody of me." 

"Yes, well, and then there's your schooling," he hawed "and my boys' college 
to take into account." 

"Poo! We'll move into town, close by here, where it's more liberal anyway." 
Vicky sidled over to him, taking his arm to tug him closer to the group, 
pouting sweetly as she pleaded with him. "Aw, Mr. MacGregor, it'd be load of 
fun. Oh let me show you how exciting it could be with two women in the same 
house!" 

Abruptly she thrust herself into his arms, forcing her nubile body against 
his chest, kissing him boldly on the lips. Her tongue found its way between 
his teeth, and she darted it lewdly around inside, flicking it over the 
sensitive roof of his mouth and encircling his own moist tongue. Her hands 
roved over his hard thighs and around to his tight, firm buttocks, then 
across to lightly comb her fingers through his thick pubic hair and gently 
cup the warm expanse of his testicles. 

"Don't you want me to do this to you, Mr. MacGregor?" she purred 
suggestively. "I've only started learning how to make men happy, and don't 
you want to help teach me...?" 

Her slender hands caressed his softened penis, teasing it into unexpected 
wakefulness. An electric thrill of desire charged through the older man, but 
he remained motionless, simmering with frustrated indecision. This coy young 
vixen was daring him to fuck her, and he was growing a rabid urge to do just 
that and prove she couldn't play games without getting burnt...But while her 
mother stood watching? Christ, her taunting was diabolical! 

As if reading his mind, Vicky called out: "He's wavering. Mother! C'mere and 
help me convince him, will you?" 

"With pleasure, dearest," Alice agreed, laughing at her lover's obvious 
discomfort. In a twinkling, Sam MacGregor felt the long curves of her 
opulent body rubbing kittenishly against him from the rear. Alice 

Henderson's breasts crushed against his back and he could feel the tingling 
moistness of her pubic hair undulating against his naked buttocks. Her hands 
encircled his chest and she ran her tongue seductively over his neck and 
ears. Before he was fully cognizant of what was being done to him, mother 
and daughter were pulling him over to the couch, pushing him down lengthwise 
on his back, and pressing their naked bodies like writhing blankets of 
erotic flesh all over his torso and flanks. 

Vicky took his thickening penis in her hands again, rolling it between her 
palms with newfound expertise. It throbbed involuntarily to life, its 
half-erection mute testimony to her natural-born talents. Alice meanwhile 
was bending over him and letting her pendulous breasts swing down over his 
face. Teasingly she swayed her body back and forth, brushing his lips 
lightly with the swelling tips of her nipples, while smoothing her fingers 
back and forth over his chest and stomach. "Unbelievable," MacGregor sighed, 
the sky perfume of Alice's flesh filling his nostrils. He reached for her 
warm sensitive buds and pressed them against his cheeks, feeling drunk with 
sensuality. Unbelievable...But I'd be a tool to say no to it, he thought, 
beginning to drown in the lewd sensation the two naked women were creating 
in him. 

"Alright, you win," he groaned. "I'm convinced! I'm convinced, goddamnit!" 

"I don't- believe you," Alice laughed in banter. "You're giving up too soon, 
too easily! 

You'll change your mind!" 

"Why you-!" he spluttered, gasping as Vicky continued to gently coax his 
penis into rising hardness. "You hightail your ass up here on the couch and 
fuck this pole of mine, Alice and you'll get hard evidence of my sincerity!" 

"No!" Vicky panted before her mother could reply. "No, let me do it, Mr. 
MacGregor. Fuck me instead!" 

"But...But your mother..." 

"You love her, don't you?" she argued, crawling up onto the couch and 
squirming against MacGregor. "Well, then, love me too, love me like you do 
my mother! Let's make us a real family!" 

MacGregor groaned again, unable to resist the lewd supplication, and he 
rolled on his side to face the girl as she languidly stretched out and 
pressed her loins against him. He fingered her receptive pink cuntal slit, 
his penis rubbing against the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, causing her 
to undulate passionately in tiny circles and moan feverishly from her mouth. 
And all Vicky could think about was that Sam MacGregor had given her mother 
his hard cock, and now he'd be giving it to her...and like her mother, she 
was accepting it with love... 

"Oh Sam, be gentle...Don't hurt her!" Alice pleaded. The salacious sight of 
her lover poised at the entrance of her daughter's young pussy made her 
quiver with prurient captivity. The fleshy column of Sam's penis was sliding 
up and down along the warm, moist slit of Vicky's cunt now, as hypnotically 
fascinating as before when it had been insinuating blissfully against her. 
You're so big...!" 

"Yeah, maybe you're right," MacGregor said, and hugging Vicky, maneuvered 
around so that she was lying on top of him. "It'll be easier if you ride up 
and down on my cock," he murmured huskily to Vicky. "Kneel on either side of 
my hips and ride me like a pony, got it?" 

"Not yet, but I will," Vicky replied with a mischievous grin. Unhesitant, 
she levered up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down over her head 
and sweeping the naked man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with 
their erect little nipples lightly touching his skin. She kneeled, 
straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either side of MacGregor's 
hips, sensing his hardened cock pointing directly upwards at the desire-wet 
crevice of her vagina. 

She thought expectantly of what was going to follow, and bent to stare down 
between their bodies. She could see him holding the shaft of his penis in 
one hand and taunting it up against the spread pink slit of her cunt with 
its hardened blunted head. The immediate contact of its moist warmth against 
the tingling flesh of her vaginal opening instigated little carnal 
sensations upwards through her loins. And then- 

"Uggg!" she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight 
elastic opening of her wide-splayed cunt lips. 

"Just relax," he panted, wrapping his hands tightly around her twisting 
waist securely atop his penis. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between 
her tender loins. 

"Ohhhh, you're so large, Mr. MacGregor!" she mewled, feeling his fleshy 
girth slicing deeply up inside her stretching pussy. "You're so much thicker 
and longer than your sons!" 

"Boys will be boys," he answered with a lurid chuckle. "Since you want to be 
taught, consider that your first lesson." 

In deference to her nubile body, MacGregor lay still for a moment, letting 
his rigid shaft soak in the vise-like tightness of her cuntal passage, 
allowing her a respite to become accustomed to his greater size. God, but 
she was tight! If he hadn't known better, he could've sworn she was still a 
virgin! 

Vicky, too, became immobile, reluctant to move for fear of the pain it would 
bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a 
throb deep in her belly, his firmly encased penis burrowing deeper as 
MacGregor flexed inside her vagina. 

"So how does it feel to have a man inside you?" he tormented below her. 

"Nnnnggg," she groaned breathlessly, the cords of her neck standing out from 
the pressure of her impalement. 

He flexed again, grinning up in crude delight at the pained expression on 
her face. "I said, how does it feel with a full-grown man-sized cock stuck 
in you?" 

"Ohhh. I love it." she cried out. "I love it." 

MacGregor could feel her tight narrow vagina widen with each short smooth 
stroke he gave her, and sensing that she was finally able to accept a 
man-sized fucking, he initiated a slow rocking motion up between her slim 
sensitive pelvis. Then clawing his fingers into the tender skin of her 
waist, he helped her pump up and down in obscene concert with his own 
increasing rhythm, hearing her moan and gasp in helpless excitement as she 
willfully submitted to the buffeting he was subjecting her to. It was upbeat 
music to his ears! 

Vicky's whole body started twitching and writhing above him, and she sighed 
uncontrollably, lowering her head to shove her tongue into the moistness of 
his mouth. Low hums of servile abandonment were seething out from deep in 
her chest, her body beginning to respond as it never had before. She 
voluntarily started matching the tempo of MacGregor's cock skewering wetly 
inside her, new delights racing through her with every lunge he made. She 
was being ignited by a man old enough to be her father, and she deliriously 
groveled in this unique experience. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was 
working slavishly down into her throat. Yes... God, yes! She hadn't the 
slightest pang of regret, and gratefully she surrendered body and soul to 
the scurrilous eroticism permeating her flesh... 

Watching her lover fuck her daughter, Alice Henderson smiled winsomely, 
relishing the debauching sight. She placed her hand across the saturated 
mound of her tingling wet cunt, beginning to knead her quivering slit and 
clitoris in responsive cadence to the heaving couple on the couch. She 
churned her hips, gliding her fingers over her vaginal flesh, only dimly 
aware of the two boys clustering next to her. Then Peter reached up and 
caressed one of her pear-shaped breasts, so soft and pliant and promising, 
kissing her tenderly on the nipple. Her initial response was automatic 
denial, but as his brother Benji covered her rubbing hand with his own 
fingers and started aiding her masturbation, she found herself relishing 
their lewd attentions with rising passion. 

Lord, this was the ultimate in physical gratification, without even the 
rationality of romance between the partners! She stiffened reflexively, 
dizziness overcoming her as she recalled her desire to make love to only 
those she loved... But ooohh, how she was enjoying it! Is this what I want 
after all...? 

Alice gazed once more at Sam before submitting to his sons and the delicious 
sensations they were smothering her with. She saw his wild grin and gleaming 
eyes and the way he was ferociously pile-driving into her daughter's 
greedily absorbing pussy, and she felt as if her flesh were afire with 
obscene prurience. She couldn't resist, she couldn't help herself any more 
than she could before when Sam had first seduced her...and deep, deep down 
inside she knew she really did not wish to. As long as Sam understood and 
approved, then she wanted all of the marvelous ways of satiating her 
unleashed and unrequited appetite for sex. 

"You want them, honey?" MacGregor called to her. 

"Yes,"' she mewled, watching him surge up into Vicky's buttocks. "Yes! 
Anything your sons want to do to me! But Sam... Sam, I love you!" 

MacGregor marveled at her sweet confession, hardly able to believe his ears. 
He'd been a callous, cynical corruptor when first he'd visited her, but 
nevertheless Alice was offering herself to him, all of herself, if he wished 
to have and keep her. The few short hours of their intimate acquaintance 
were more like centuries, inexorably changing the rest of their lives far 
beyond anything he could have imagined! 

He trailed his hands over the slim curves of her daughter's naked body, and 
felt the long smooth muscles beneath Vicky's silken skin rippling lightly 
from his hungry touch. He felt the moist walls of her young cunt gripping at 
his hardness buried deep inside, and his brain spun wildly from his erotic 
victory over not one, but two sensual females. Christ, he possessed Alice, 
even while he was fucking Vicky! He really did...and now he realized that no 
matter what the future might hold for them all, he loved that blonde goddess 
of a mother too! 

"Then it's alright, honey! Let them fuck you all they want, because nobody 
can ever tear us apart!" He laughed with his own released emotions and said 
to Benji: "Go on, you and Peter sock it to her anyway-every way-that turns 
you on! Do it for me, boys, do it with love!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Freed from the last of her reservations, the naked mother stared in open 
lust at first one and then the other of the MacGregor boys. Which one? her 
licentious brain asked in fevered passion. Which one would she choose first? 
And then Peter noisily suckled her breast in longing for this voluptuous 
older woman, and Alice's mind was made up. Since her lover was hotly fucking 
her daughter, then it only seemed right for her to get fucked by Vicky's 
lover! Turnabout was fair play...and fun! 

She turned toward him, saying in a passionate tone: "Well, Peter, let's 
start the nice games with you. shall we? We won't forget your brother Benji, 
not one tiny bit, but first there'll be you..." 

She began to blanket his smooth face and neck with ardent kisses, one hand 
moving gently down his belly to find his straining penis. The boy trembled 
at her obscene touch, and a similar galvanic sensation raced through Alice 
as she delicately fingered his hardening cock. Dropping her head, she kissed 
his palliating chest, tonguing her way to each breast and playing with the 
tiny nipples until Peter groaned with unbearable pleasure. Then, moving down 
over him with distended tongue to lave his belly and navel, she stroked his 
erection until it was blood-engorged to a swollen purple, slightly thinner 
and stubbier than his father's massive rod, but still long and thick enough 
in its own right to engorge her cunt with exquisite sensations. 

Oh Lord, it was beautiful! They were both so deliciously beautiful, she 
thought, swiveling to inspect Benji's hefty cock. And Benji was just as 
delightfully firm and hot inside her fingers, she decided, closing her other 
hand around its fleshy shaft. Excitedly, Alice drew the two uncircumcised 
foreskins downwards over their red coronal rims, feasting her eyes on their 
fully exposed tips while the boys jerked spasmodically in her grip. 

Her mouth twisting in a depraving smirk, and her eyes gleaming with 
corruption, Alice said to Peter: "Now tell me...you've seen lots of girls 
naked, haven't you? You've seen my daughter's pussy... But have you seen a 
grown woman's close up?" 

Peter swallowed twice before he could answer. 'N-no, Mrs. Henderson, no I 
h-haven't." 

"Well, here's your lucky chance, Peter," Alice sighed salaciously. "You've 
been looking at my cunt all night, only this time get down between my legs 
and take a real bird's-eye squint!" 

Alice squatted down and patted the floor encouragingly while she continued 
to pump his older brother's cock. She read the hesitancy in his movements as 
he slowly sat before her, and the sight of his apprehension fed her own 
insatiable hunger even more. Lewdly she settled lower, moving one leg over 
him so that he fell back prostrate and she was straddling his waist with her 
loins directly in front of his face. She teasingly widened the full white 
columns of her shapely thighs, kneeling outwards with both legs so that her 
entire pelvis with its maturely swelling crevice was fully exposed to his 
bulging eyes. 

"Go ahead, Peter," Alice urged him. "Take your thumbs and spread my 
cunt...just like it was Vicky's you were fingering!" 

His heart pounding in his chest, Peter lay the palms of his hands on the 
insides of Alice's quivering thighs, and then began to draw the fleshy 
vaginal lips slowly apart. He gasped in lustful fascination as he touched 
her silken blonde hairs and fingered the moist blushing channel of her inner 
cunt, greedily absorbed at the sight of it twitching in passionate response. 
Christ, diddling around with girls his own age was always wild sport, but 
half the time it turned out to be a wrestling match just to get their legs 
apart...This was something special, somehow a hundred times more seductive 
and arousing, to have his girlfriend's mother almost sitting on his face, 
craving to have him play with her naked twat! 

"Rub it...There, Peter, that's it, rub harder...!" Alice gasped, pushing her 
vaginal slit down hard against his probing hand, while she eagerly continued 
masturbating Benji who joined them on the floor. "Ohhh, it feels so damn 
nice...!" 

God in heaven, it truly did! And it wasn't only the wild sensations coming 
from his fingering! It was the power she wielded! The ability to manipulate 
Peter and Benji to obey her slightest whim, just like their father was 
subverting Vicky to satisfy his own lecherous demands! His sons were hers 
now to use for anything she desired...Anything, no matter how disgusting and 
degenerate... In fact, the more depraved the better! 

But what...? She tried to think of some -unnatural perversion that sounded 
appealing to try, but she quivered with sheer animal passion as Peter's 
extended middle finger sliced through her wetly pulsing cuntal flesh and 
circled teasingly against her clitoral bud. Growing brasher with his own 
mounting desires, the boy tried a few more variations on her instructions, 
his own breathing becoming harsh and tortured as she sighed down at him: 
"Ohhh, you must love cunts to do so well!" And the thought seared through 
her mind, love them enough to kiss them! 

Alice had never had her pussy licked before. Her husband Dale had refrained 
from it, as he had most everything sexual, and she'd always considered it to 
be a wicked and debasing act against nature. Yet now, despite her ingrained 
abhorrence, the very forbidden nature of the idea made her determined to 
command it. 

"Kiss my cunt, Peter!" she moaned back down at him. "You love my cunt so 
much you want to kiss and lick it, don't you?" 

"Yeah! Yeah, I do!" 

"Then kiss it right now! Show me how much you love my cunt while I play with 
your brother's prick!" Alice heard herself order him. 

The sound of her voice cracked with authority, and Peter's cock leaped in 
feverish excitement to do as she bid. He inhaled the delicate female 
fragrance and then thrust up his tongue, making delicious contact with the 
older woman's moist smooth vaginal flesh. The warm liquid feel of it was 
mellower than Vicky's pussy juices, he thought, and had a different tang and 
aroma to it...different but equally sublime, causing his nostrils to flare 
and saliva to spontaneously flow. 

"Ohhh, you're a born cunt-licker! Eat it, lick it, suck it and keep your 
finger right up inside it! Yessss...!" 

The young MacGregor son began to move his tongue around wildly now, 
encouraged to explore all of her sweet-tasting pussy until his nose was 
buried in her loins and he could hardly breathe. He fluted his tongue to 
join his middle finger, spearing them both far up into the warmly straining 
folds of her sensitive cunt, finding that when he did, Mrs. Henderson gasped 
and trembled as if he'd kicked her in the stomach. Peter hardly knew what he 
was doing any longer-only that somehow he'd ended up sucking the flaring 
pussy of his girlfriend's mother, and that he had a hard-on which was 
threatening to explode, it was aching so much. The salacious twist of her 
satin smooth thighs...the unbelievable taste of her blonde-fringed 
pussy...Christ, no wonder his dad was so crazy about her! She was the 
hottest woman he'd ever met! 

"Ahhhhh," Alice sighed as she hunched on all-fours above the obscenely 
slavering boy. 

She thrashed and shivered, whipping her hand up and down over Benji's 
tumescent penis in lewd rhythm to his younger brother's laving tongue 
burrowing up her vagina. Oh God, had she ever been so foolish as to think 
such delightful sensations could be wicked? Oh God, God, what an idiot she'd 
been! Ohhh, it was so beautiful a feeling, that quivering tongue licking, 
those moist lips kissing, that gluttonous mouth nibbling ever tender inch of 
her pulsating cunt! Peter MacGregor was orally fucking her as if his face 
were a cock! Cock! That's what she needed now! Cock! But not in her cunt, 
not yet, not until she'd satisfied more of her suddenly unshackled urges. 

"Keep on sucking," she ordered breathlessly, beginning to gradually shift 
her position on the floor. Never once did she miss a hand-stroke upon 
Benji's turgid penis, gently easing around with slow, deft directions so as 
not to break the obscene contact of his brother's mouth against her seething 
loins. And finally after a few minutes she was settled, just the way she 
wanted. Her wide-splayed buttocks were still hovering directly over Peter's 
head, and she could glance down between her quivering breasts and see his 
slender tongue sluicing her saliva-gleaming vagina. And right in front of 
her now was Benji, his naked body stretched out and his legs drawn up and 
folded back so that all of his virile pelvis was in lust-arousing view. She 
could rest on her elbows and fondle his throbbing penis to her heart's 
content, his lean thighs splayed apart before her so she could even study 
the tiny pink circle of his anus as well as the round sac of his testicles 
and the sperm-filled ridge of his stiffened penis. 

She smiled at Benji with ill-concealed avarice, seeing his envious eyes dart 
from her haunting nakedness to his younger brother's slaving face, and then 
back again to her. 

"Now it's your turn," she whispered hungrily, softly squeezing his erection. 
"You see? I hadn't forgotten, Benji." 

"Do we fuck, Mrs. Henderson?" he bluntly asked. 

"Later," she hissed fervently. "But first..." 

Slowly Alice bowed her head and kissed Benji on the inside of his upper 
thigh. She was surprised by her own lewd boldness, knowing she should dread 
what she was planning to do, but she could think of no greater corruption 
she could commit now than to take that cock she needed into her mouth 
instead of her cunt...something which she would have detested to do even so 
close as yesterday. She crazily recalled the image of Vicky sucking avidly 
on Peter's sawing erection here on this same floor, and how the immoral 
sight had horrified her...but now, now she understood exactly the sheer, 
wanton desire that had been reflected in her daughter's eyes: 

Tentatively, Alice began licking her tongue in a lewd wet line up along 
Benji's inner thighs, her hand still grasping his lusty penis. She could 
feel the boy twist slightly from her ministrations, and she trembled 
sympathetically with her own delights while Peter continued teasing her open 
pussy with his lips. She worked gradually higher, leaning forward carefully 
so she would not dislodge the driving tongue scouring into her vagina from 
below, pausing only when her face was directly above Benji's up-thrusting 
hardness. Her lips were a scant inch away from the firmly rounded cockhead, 
and she opened her mouth to blow against it, allowing her hot breath to flow 
over the pulsating tip in a maddening caress. 

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Henderson!" she heard Benji whine, and his pleading exclamation 
aroused her all the more. Her saliva laden tongue flicked out, coming into 
contact with the blood-swollen crown of his manhood, then circling around 
and around as the boy groaned from her erotic teasing. The point of her 
searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted maddeningly 
into it, while one hand pulled back the loose foreskin and exposed the 
tender pink head to the sensuous softness of her lips. She began planting 
moist warm kisses in a tracery down the full length of the rigid shaft to 
its base, and then wetly back up again to the blunt rubbery crown. She 
played longer than she knew she should, wanting to make sure Benji never 
ever forgot this moment of aberrant lust. 

But Benji could stand her teasing no longer. With a gurgling deep in his 
throat, the muscular youth reached out with his hands and tangled them in 
the mother's hair, thrusting his loins up with all the impatience of his 
age. He felt Mrs. Henderson pause in momentary doubt, and then he was 
guiding his cock between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm cavern 
of her wet mouth. He couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure as he saw her 
lips tighten around his aching penis like an elastic band. He'd been sucked 
off plenty before: some chicks he'd dated preferred tasting to fucking-but 
just to realize that she, Vicky's proud mother, was swallowing his prick, 
was fantastically more exciting! The sight of his erection captured between 
her ovaled clasping lips while his younger brother was licking her cunt was 
crazy-wild. Man, what would Mrs. Henderson do if he suddenly shot off his 
wad in her mouth? Did the lady want to have his cum, too...? 

Alice closed her eyes to keep from choking. She could feel his stiffened 
penis rubbing along the full length of her tongue, infiltrating almost to 
the back of her thraot. Saliva filled her mouth, all of it, drowning Benji's 
swift-pumping hardness, as it sawed insanely between her tightly clasping 
lips. She felt at the same time the arousal growing in her own body from the 
unspeakably sinful thought of using her mouth this way on one rutting boy, 
while his brother licked ceaselessly at her vagina from below. 

And totally caught up in his cunt-sucking assignment, Peter MacGregor 
glanced sidelong at the lush white nakedness of his girl's mother trapped 
between his tongue in her cunt and his brother's ramming penis in her mouth. 
Crap! Benji's prick was completely vanishing between her lips! It must be 
sliding right down her throat, what with her nose and chin brushing against 
his pubic hair! Peter's own hard-swollen erection was throbbing from 
frustration, every fiber of his loins anticipating how sweet would be the 
sensation of sliding into her lushly enveloping body. He could feel a small 
dewdrop of seminal emission forming slowly on the end of his painfully 
aching cock, and he realized that if he didn't fuck her now, it'd be too 
late! And he didn't want to fuck her just any ol' way... Oh no, not after 
the warm-up she'd been making him endure! 

With some difficulty, Peter slithered out from under Alice, worming between 
her thighs until he could scoot up on his knees. Facing her uptilted 
buttocks from between her spread legs, he crawled as far up against her now 
wetly gleaming crevice as he could go, nestling the blunt head of his penis 
into the pulsating hot slit of her backsides. He groaned, feeling that never 
in his life had he felt anything so firm yet tender around his penis. 
Trapped between the warm, ready lips of her vaginal plane, the lewd contact 
of his sensitive hardness pressed insistently into her defenselessly raised 
bottom, inciting him to uncontrollable lust. 

"Reach back, Mrs. Henderson," he panted keenly. "Reach back and put my prick 
in your ass!" 

"What? My what?" Alice whimpered from around Benji's penis. "Oh, not that, I 
can't do that, not there!" 

"Put it in!" the boy demanded, digging his fingers tightly into her hips. 
"Dad said to fuck you any way we want-and I want to fuck you in the ass!" 

"Ohhh," she mewled, in muffled tones as she felt the flesh of her hips being 
squeezed painfully. She couldn't resist it, and soulfully she realized that 
the commanded had become the commander, usurping her short-lived power and 
forcing her to unquestioningly submit. In desperation, she reached between 
her legs and closed her hand over his hard, youthful shaft. Oh God, it 
seemed enormous to her now, far, far bigger than it'd appeared to her 
before! He was going to impale her rectum! He would split her in two! 

Peter squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from the 
naked mother's clasping lips. She tearfully placed the angry head of his 
cock against her puckered anus, feeling it begin to prod against her 
sphincter muscles, parting them and slowly crushing its way inside the 
restrictive channel of her rectum. There was a painful stretching of her 
buttocks as if her pelvis were being pulled asunder-then abruptly she felt 
his virile length sweep aside her defensive tightness and penetrate into her 
cringing belly, pushing her forward and down against Benji's mercilessly 
working penis in her mouth. 

"Mmmmaaawwww!" she strangled on the meaty hardness, struggling and jerking 
her buttocks in a vain attempt to elude the cruel impalement. But Peter had 
skewered into her rectal passage up to the hilt, and she was his helpless 
prisoner, stuck on the shaft of his cock like a mounted insect. Her 
backsides were burning from the unaccustomed size of his unnatural entry, 
and she felt as if the boy were sodomizing her clear up to her breasts. She 
moaned against the humiliating agony, her lips opening and closing around 
Benji's penis in sensation and torment. 

Through her pain-flecked daze, the kneeling mother glanced toward her 
daughter, hoping for rescue or at least a flicker of pity. But Vicky had 
seemingly turned insane from her wanton passions, nakedly crouching over Sam 
MacGregor and grinding her buttocks down against his hairy loins, moaning 
lewd encouragements and begging to be fucked harder and faster. The girl was 
no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh 
pleading for subjugation, and watching her, Alice couldn't help but respond 
in a similar manner to the brutal penis sodomizing her. A strange 
masochistic gleam began to filter through her shame-filled eyes, the sight 
of her child succumbing plus the humiliating knowledge of her own dual 
ravishment combining to send perversely carnal emotions coursing through her 
mind. She slowly started to undulate her soft-fleshed buttocks in lascivious 
circles, not fully aware at first that she was gradually learning to desire 
the wetly shimmering fucking her in the anus. 

Behind her, gasping with brutal delight, Peter quickened his pace as he 
thrust rhythmically in and out of her defenseless rectum. He stretched the 
quivering moons of her buttocks with his fingers, reveling at the view of 
her glistening crevice enveloping his long impaling shaft. He gloatingly 
gripped her harder, squeezing her unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, 
hurting her, hearing moans from her tormented throat as she sucked 
helplessly on his brother's jerking cock. 

Slowly the pain began to ease a little, and Alice grew to feel even more 
masochistic pleasure trickling though her. She bobbed her head above Benji's 
sawing penis with a lost glaze of eroticism now, spreading her thighs wider 
until she could feel with obscene delight the curly hair at the base of 
Peter's loins brushing against the soft inner slit of her buttocks. She 
could feel his tunneling penis behind her imbedded far up in her belly, 
routing its fleshy hardness deep inside her rectal sheath where no man had 
ever been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave 
while the son of her lover fucked into her anal passage; forgotten was her 
nakedly fucking daughter on the couch-all that mattered to her right now was 
the perverted lusts surging out of control through her loins. She wanted to 
be fucked in the ass like this; she wanted to be subjected to any lewd 
demands placed upon her nerve-wracked body. 

"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me deep in the ass," she groveled rapturously around 
the cock skewering her mouth. "I like it, ohhh God, cum, cum, cum in my 
ass...!" 

Hearing her mother's muffled pleas, Vicky turned her head and stared at the 
trio bucking on the floor. She blinked in wonderment as she saw Peter's hard 
cock sink to its root between her mother's splayed buttocks, disappearing 
until not even a tiny bit of it was visible, and his gourd-like testicles 
were beating against her upturned vagina. Alice Henderson was frantic with 
sensation, and it was exciting to Vicky to watch-God, how it excited her, 
almost as much as when she'd seen her mother fucking Mr. MacGregor. She 
could feel the hollow pit of her stomach growing hotter from the salacious 
scene, building more and more into an intense desire to join in this brutal 
sodomizing with her boyfriend's father. 

"Fuck me in the ass too," she hissed down at Sam MacGregor. "Ohhh, treat me 
like Mother's being treated... If it's good enough for her, it's good enough 
for me!" 

The violently aroused father was wild and uncontrollable now. goaded by the 
grunts and moans of pleasure all around him, and nothing sounded better to 
him than to ram his hotly fucking penis up into Vicky's sweet rectum. 

"Okay, you asked for it!" 

Gripping her around her swaying waist, Sam tilted the girl up off his 
pummeling cock, his shaft slipping free of her greedy little cunt with a wet 
slurping sound. He repositioned them both while she hunched expectantly over 
his loins, and Vicky could feel his hands fumbling between her tender 
buttocks, pulling the tensed and trembling cheeks wider apart. She then felt 
the enormity of his tall erection pressuring against her quivering pink 
anus, the jerking head of his lust-swollen penis insinuating itself in her 
tightly puckered orifice. He pushed upwards, much as he had when first 
penetrating her pussy, but this time his blunt cockhead nudged open her 
pain-clenched rectal muscle. "Ohhh!'' she screamed. "That smarts!" 

The initial spasm was so painful that she twisted and lurched like a wild 
animal thrashing to escape a stabbing spear, but her frantic jerks only 
helped to wedge his hotly throbbing penis deeper inside her belly. She 
groaned piteously as she cowered over him, wondering mournfully what on 
earth had ever possessed her to try such an agonizing stunt-and what was 
possessing her now, her rectum feeling stretched as if Mr. MacGregor had 
shoved in a telephone pole. Clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly 
together to keep from moving, Vicky resisted the sadistic invasion....but it 
was useless. Her feeble struggles only incited MacGregor further, her anal 
passage clutching his erection warm and wet like a hot, butter-filled glove. 
The sensation she unwillingly was providing him caused his hardness to grow 
inside her until she felt filled beyond all measure. 

Yet gradually, just as it had happened with her mother, Vicky's anal canal 
began to adjust itself to the unnatural intrusion. Kneeling atop him, the 
tiny bit of whore that is in every woman broke forth in a tingle of 
masochistic arousal. There was still pain, but it was weirdly turning more 
and more pleasurable, and she did not fight it, allowing herself to begin 
thrusting and squirming down to meet the obscene impalement as he jabbed 
upwards into her dilating rectum. 

"Christ, Vicky's turning on to ass-fucking too!" the ecstatic Peter gasped 
down at her mother, and Alice watched with disbelieving eyes at her 
daughter's gyrating submission to the sodomizing she was receiving. 

Beneath Vicky, the impassioned and delighted Sam MacGregor groaned each time 
he surged up into her anus, and now she too was moaning incoherently, 
humping her backsides down against him in a lewd invitation to fuck her ass 
as he'd fucked her cunt. The girl glanced about and glimpsed her mother 
churning nakedly in her own seething passion, and saw that she in turn-was 
staring hotly at her daughter's libertine performance with pure sensual 
excitement. A smile passed between them, a different kind of smile than 
Vicky had ever seen before. It was a smile that meant more than a thousand 
words, for it was a mute message that they were soul-naked as well as 
physically naked. And that from now on, whatever they did separately or 
together would be accepted and cherished by the other-and that nothing would 
ever come between them again. 

And so, released of their mental torments of guilt and shame, the voluptuous 
mother and her once innocent child surrendered themselves fully to the 
erotic pleasures of the three MacGregor cocks driving so deeply into their 
naked bodies. They strove mightily for their orgasms, the heat and rapture 
in the urgently undulating loins intensifying with every passing second of 
their spiraling delight. It didn't take long... 

Alice felt herself nearing her climax at break-neck speed, Peter's wildly 
expanding penis digging into her anus like a pulsating jack-hammer. Abruptly 
she felt it overtaking her in a blinding storm, and her muscles tightened 
convulsively in an unmistakable signal of her cumming. 

"Ohhhh... Oh, Peter, fuck harder! Fuck my ass harder!" 

Behind her, the youth groaned and Alice's head whirled in abandoned 
sensuality as the hotly spurting waves of thick semen spewed up into her 
hungrily flowering rectum. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured, redoubling her efforts at 
sucking Benji's cock. "Mmmm!" 

Then without warning, the older brother jerked free his penis from her 
ovaling lips, and held his rigid harness about two inches away from her 
face. With an expiring groan escaping from his chest, Benji began to pump 
fresh creamy sperm from the bloating head of his penis, directly up into the 
mother's open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his throbbing 
shaft like milk from a cow udder, filling her tender mouth to the brim. 
Alice swallowed voraciously, her adam's apple bobbing up and down in an 
effort to keep pace with the ejaculating cock shooting its lewd seed into 
her face. 

"Oh- Oh, Mr. MacGregor!" Vicky gasped, twitching and heaving uncontainably, 
her passions stimulated even more by the sight of climactic abandonment all 
around her. 

"Ohhh, yesss...!" She was rapidly approaching her own orgasm, the warm 
smooth folds of her rectum squeezing tightly around his penis until she 
could feel every corrugated inch of flesh on his rigidly pounding cock. She 
screwed her pelvis down against his loins, the wiry curls of his pubic hair 
dancing teasingly against the inner flesh of her vaginal slit, sending 
shivers of lewd delight surging through her ravaged nerves. And then-Sam 
MacGregor started a long continuous stream of curses that swelled to a shout 
as he began filling her belly with seething torrents of sperm. Vicky 
clenched her buttocks down against his jerking penis, her hands darting 
behind her to spread the cheeks of her quivering buttocks apart, her cum 
juices flowing wetly out around her vaginal slit and down to his pubic 
mound. 

"I'm cumming, Mr. MacGregor! Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, shoot up my ass, I'm 
cumminnnggg...!" 

Bright flashed filled Vicky's brain as she continued babbling out her 
orgasm, her secretions still flowing in unrestrained gushes around Sam's 
sodden, matted loins. The girl was drained of everything, only dimly 
perceiving her mother collapsing loosely forward to lay spread-eagled on her 
stomach, Peter's deflating penis slipping free from her sweat-soaked, 
semen-filled buttocks. And then the exhausted daughter groaned and fell into 
MacGregor's arms, her body limp like a doll, held in place only by the 
father's tender embrace and his softening cock still clasped in the hot, 
wetly-flooded depths of her rectum. 

It took quite some time before they revived. But when finally they had, the 
night ran a rapid course, everyone making love to everyone else in a hundred 
different ways, though never reaching that same intense peak they had felt 
when Sam had to be convinced they should all live together. He didn't raise 
another objection, and the five naked lovers were happy and satiated when 
dawn broke and the kids had to prepare for school. They ate breakfast as a 
family-a true loving family, albeit a tired family, for one could only take 
so much sex. A lot maybe...but still, there's a limit to everyone. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The hot water of the shower cascaded over Alice as she lathered her full 
ripe breasts. She hummed tunelessly to herself, recollecting the wonderful 
time she'd had last night and most every night since she and Sam had 
combined their broods two months ago. There was nothing better than an 
enriching, close-knit family, and she couldn't think of a more closely-knit 
family in all the world since the night she and her daughter had given 
themselves to a life of sexual pleasure. 

She soaped down between her legs, widening her sleek thighs to let the rich 
frothy lather cleanse her blonde pubic hair, remembering how Sam had sucked 
her while Peter fucked her at the same time-one of the many- variations 
they'd done before cradling in one another's arms and falling asleep. 

Her reverie was interrupted by Vicky, who thrust the shower curtain aside 
and stepped in beside her. "Morning, Mom," she said, smiling angelically up 
at Alice. 

"Good morning, dearest," Alice said. "Did you sleep well?" 

"When Benji gave me the chance to. Is Peter gone?" 

''Oh yes, he left for an early class right after breakfast." 

"That's too bad," Vicky said dreamily. "I was sort of hoping he'd have time 
to make me cum this morning. I'm awfully hot, and Benji says he's 
recuperating for a date with Carol." 

"Mmmm," her mother replied sympathetically. "I tell you what: After our 
shower, let's got into my bedroom and see if we can rouse Sam. He's slept 
long enough this morning." 

"You sure he's up to it?" Vicky teased. 

"We'll see if we can't persuade him. I'll help you," her mother promised. 
"After all, it's just between the family!" 


THE END
