Houseguest
by Rod Craymore


FOREWORD 

The theme of Author Rod Craymore's important new novel A Teen-Aged 
Houseguest seems to be well phrased in the inner monologue of Harry 
Thornton, the book's forty year old anti-hero protagonist. Faced with the 
revelation of the fact that he has been having an affair with two teen-aged 
girls just past puberty, fearing prosecution, trying to come to terms with 
his own doubts about his guilt or innocence, Thornton muses: 

"Maybe I deserve it, too. Who knows?" But Harry knew one thing ... Maybe 
with just the right jury in the box, his case could become a legend law 
students would study for years to come. Because Harry Thornton couldn't help 
but wonder what man or woman today could judge him guilty when faced with 
defendant Harry Thornton in the dock and confronted with a smooth-talking 
mouthpiece parading (the two young girls) in court in their skimpy bikinis 
(material evidence) and looking the jury in the eyes saying "Wouldn't you? 
Let him who would not cast the first stone...." 

Harry Thornton, for the life of him, couldn't figure out who in clear 
conscience could cast it.... 

Mr. Craymore delves unflinchingly into the question of Harry's surrender to 
temptation, leaving the question of his guilt or innocence to the reader to 
decide. But it is an old question. As Bible students will quickly be 
reminded by the reference in the above quote, it was posed some two thousand 
years ago by Jesus Christ when asked to pass judgment on a woman caught in 
adultery. Her accusers didn't have the answer. 

We the editors, with all due humility, are proud to lend Mr. Craymore the 
chance to pose this same question to the American reading public in this 
saga of a man who has done wrong, who knows he's done wrong, yet still 
cannot understand how he could have acted any differently. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Charleen Remmings shifted beneath the sheet and opened her eyes. Almost, but 
not quite, asleep, she'd been on the verge of dreaming, but something had 
snapped her out of it and now she was wide awake. 

"Drat it," Charleen whispered to herself. "Fifteen years old and I'm an 
insomniac already." Sleep had come very hard for the sensuously developing 
young blonde during the week since she'd come to stay with her aunt and 
uncle. Well, they weren't really her aunt and uncle. Harry Thornton had been 
her father's college roommate. They'd played football together and had been 
in Korea together. One of them was supposed to have saved the other's life 
then, but though she'd heard the story many times Charleen still couldn't 
get it straight who was supposed to have rescued whom. They had also done a 
lot of cavorting with women together. Once when Harry had visited her 
father, Charleen had overheard them talking, late at night over a bottle of 
whiskey, about what they referred to as the "good old days". They'd been 
discussing a particular incident involving a particular woman and even now 
the sensuous blonde teenager almost blushed to think of what she'd heard. 
She could hardly imagine Harry Thornton committing the obscene act they'd 
described, let alone her father. And if the description had been less 
explicit, regarding such detail as their relative positions, she would only 
have been able to conclude that they'd meant something else when they talked 
about "sharing" the woman. Though "sharing" wasn't really even the word they 
had used. What they'd said was "gang-bang", among a few other things 
Charleen didn't even want to repeat in her own mind now. 

But she supposed to men who'd been around as much as her father and her 
"Uncle Harry", that was just all part of being friends. But it was still 
difficult for Charleen to rationalize what she'd heard. She was just 
beginning to discover the mysterious world of sex, or had been beginning to 
before her father had been summoned to South America for a three-week 
business trip on which he'd absolutely refused to take Charleen because of 
the current wave of terrorist activities directed at American economic 
interests there. And though she'd been very fond of Harry and his wife 
Eileen when she was a little girl, she'd been very angry at being shipped 
out here with hardly a moment's notice. She'd even been compelled to break a 
date she had with a junior for Saturday night. She could still remember the 
look on her father's face when she'd brought that point up; she could still 
almost hear his words, which she hadn't quite understood, echoing in her 
ears: "That's another reason I think it would be a good idea for you to 
spend a while with Harry and his wife. During the next couple of years 
you're going to be continually faced with decisions that will be very 
difficult. You need counseling that I can't give you. Eileen Thornton's a 
good woman; getting to know her should be the next best thing to having your 
mother to help you." He'd paused, almost ominously, before adding: "I should 
know; I almost married her." 

Instead, though that was the first Charleen had ever heard of that subject, 
he'd married her mother. And Charleen had been born. And when she was three 
years old her mother had been killed in a car accident. 

* * * 

Charleen started. Once again she'd been almost over the breach between sleep 
and consciousness and something had disturbed her. She rolled over, curling 
on her side, her hand brushing over her soft young breasts, hardly protected 
by her flimsy nightgown, and trailing absently down her smooth belly and 
across the silken panties that covered the thinly-haired mound of her pubis. 
Then, hearing a distant-sounding moan coming from somewhere in the house, 
she jerked her head up from the pillow. Suddenly the young girl's heart was 
pounding in her chest and her breathing had drastically hastened. She felt 
almost afraid, as if she stood in the doorway to a strange and magic domain 
she'd never known before. Because something told her, some primordial 
instinct that defied her ignorance of the subject, that the moans she'd 
heard were not moans of pain. They were moans of pleasure, savage and lusty 
sexual pleasure. 

Uncle Harry and Aunt Eileen were making love just down the hall from the 
bedroom where Charleen slept! 

Hardly conscious of the possible consequences of what she was doing, the 
curious fifteen year old slipped from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the 
door. As she pushed it open she heard an even more audible gasp come from 
down the hall. Breathless, she waited. Then, knowing what she was doing was 
wrong, but unable to contain herself, Charleen slipped through the door and 
made her way in the darkness along the corridor toward the doorway from 
which issued a thin shaft of dim yellow light. It was candlelight, she saw 
as she peeked through the crack, but it was the action the light illuminated 
that prompted the almost audible gasp that rose in her throat. 

They were naked, entwined above the covers on the bed, and nothing Charleen 
had ever seen in her life could compare to this lewdly shocking site. It 
looked almost as if they were wrestling, as if in their naked thrashings 
they waged a struggle for life and death. Aunt Eileen was pinned on her back 
on the bed and Uncle Harry was on top of her. The lusty thirty-five year old 
brunette's hands were digging hungrily into the rippling muscles of her 
husband's laboring back, leaving deep red scratches on his flesh. Her face 
was grotesquely contorted, her dark hair tangled and flying. Her legs were 
extended upward, locked about his flanks, kicking and thrashing and pounding 
at a furious pace on his buttocks to urge him on in his assault of her 
pinioned body. And his muscles glowed with perspiration in the soft 
candlelight as he dipped his mouth down to plant leech-like kisses over her 
naked flesh. 

Charleen dug her knuckles into her mouth to stifle the cry of shock and 
excitement that threatened to burst from her lips, and then she almost 
fainted as she first glimpsed her uncle's huge penis withdrawing from his 
wife's lust-moistened cunt. The teenager's eyes bulged as she drank in the 
length of it, and she could never have imagined that a man's sexual organ 
could be so thick, so heavy-looking. She'd never seen her father's penis 
before, never seen any man's penis. She'd never even seen a picture of one. 
And now, at the terrifying sight of Harry's lust-inflamed hardness, a 
strange new sensation caught hold of her sensuously blossoming young body. 
She gazed with rounded eyes at the hotly skewering instrument, the 
blue-veined underside, the angry red blood-engorged head. She saw his balls 
dangling obscenely down between his legs, seeming to throb almost visibly 
with the weight of the lewd caldron of sperm that churned within. 

Charleen gawked with amazement as Uncle Harry took her aunt's legs behind 
the knees and raised them up so high they dangled over his shoulders. His 
face contorted with lust, he drew back for a moment to gaze down in greedy 
anticipation at the salacious view of her unprotected pussy that the 
position afforded him, and as he did so Charleen could also see the whole of 
the woman's upraised pelvis. She could distinguish the hungry clasping slit 
of the older woman's cunt, opening and closing in anticipation, the outer 
lips swollen with passion, the reddish tip of her clitoris visible through 
the hair-lined flanges. 

Then suddenly Harry plowed forward again, sinking the hardened rod of his 
cock all the way into her uplifted pussy, racking her softly perspiring body 
with the violence of his lunge. 

"Oooooh," Eileen moaned from the devastating sensation as the swollen head 
of her husband's cock rammed against her cervix, immorally exposed to his 
obscene assault from the unnaturalness of the new position he'd forced her 
to assume. 

Their blonde teen-aged ward watched mesmerized as Harry's buttocks jerked 
forward again and again, his hands digging into Eileen's nakedly quivering 
ass-cheeks to jerk her loins up in helpless surrender to his vicious attack. 
As Charleen watched with building interest, she ran her tongue over her 
lips. Her mouth was dry and she felt hot and clammy all over. There was a 
burning sensation between her legs the likes of which she'd never 
experienced, and she clamped her thighs together in an effort to quench it. 
Beads of sweat broke out on her face and she felt dizzy. She knew she should 
turn away, should go back to her room and her bed before she passed out 
right here in the hall, but she couldn't bear to leave. Obscene and 
frightening as the spectacle before her was, she had to see it. She had to 
see everything, and her eyes were still glued to the frantically fucking 
bodies even as she began to sway on her own feel almost in time to their 
thrashing undulations. 

Still hardly conscious of what she was doing, Charleen again trailed her 
hand up over the smooth, sensitively tingling flesh of her own supple young 
body, caressing her budding breasts and gently massaging the tiny nipples 
which had begun to ache involuntarily. With a slow circular movement she 
moved her palms over the sensitive little points, awakening them to tingling 
hardness. But the action only served to increase the fire burning between 
her legs and frantically she dropped one of her hands to her pubic mound, 
pressing it firmly against the quivering softly-haired flesh to stop the 
throbbing. 

Charleen knew that it was really time for her to go. The scene was too much 
for her tender eyes. But try as she did, she couldn't bring herself to leave 
the titillating sight of the wildly fucking couple. Now the fire raging 
between her legs almost completely consumed her, and without concern for the 
consequences of her action the lust-inspired teen-ager dropped her hand down 
to lift her short nightgown and push her fingers beneath the tight elastic 
waistband of her panties and down through the soft sparse curls of her pubic 
hair. 

She gasped aloud with relief as her outstretched middle finger found sudden 
arousing contact right over the moistened lips of her cunt, and she could 
only be thankful for the lewd panting and grunting noises that issued from 
the lips of Harry and Eileen and served to obscure her own strained whimper 
of delight as she stroked up and down her tingling pussy slit almost in time 
to their frenzied gyrations. And as her stroking increased in rhythm, her 
eyes never left their two nakedly writhing bodies. 

Charleen's breath was coming in hoarse guttural gasps as her fingers 
searched hungrily in the warmly hidden folds of her virginal cunt. With 
another tiny moan, she found the tip of her pulsating clitoris and began to 
tweak the erotic button. Shivers of ecstasy raced through her thinly clad 
flesh as she stroked and caressed the little curl-hidden bud, and her eyes 
narrowed until she could see Harry and Eileen only as dim blurs as they 
continued to buck and jerk against each other on the bed, Eileen's pelvis 
thrusting higher and higher, her back arched in quivering tension to press 
her full breasts hard against her husband's muscled chest, a ceaseless 
tirade of moans and whimpers swelling from her throat. 

A warm flush enveloped Charleen's body and she stroked her awakened clitoris 
in time to her uncle's rhythmic sawing, her other hand continuing to tease 
and manipulate the tingling buds of her nipples. Rivulets of perspiration 
ran down her inner thighs and she could barely control the mewls of 
frustrated want pouring almost audibly from her throat. In desperation she 
eased her panties down off her slender hips and let them drop almost to her 
knees. All caution abandoned, she worked her hand full up between her 
trembling thighs and tested the tightly resisting inner ring of her cunt 
with her middle finger. 

Charleen sucked her breath in deeply from the sheer raw sensation as she 
pushed her finger against the unwilling entrance and probed up into the 
fleshy petal-like opening to insinuate the tip of her finger inside the 
warmly moistened little hole. Chills and shivers ran up and down her back, 
raising goose bumps over her entire body as she winced from the pain and 
wormed her finger relentlessly deeper up into her virgin pussy tightness. 

Then, seeing the frenzy of the fucking couple in the bedroom building 
rapidly toward a peak, Charleen could stand it no longer. With a 
deep-throated grunt, the aroused young teen-ager rammed the entire length of 
her finger up into her quivering vagina. She gasped from the stabbing 
penetration as she rotated her finger in the clasping elastic walls of her 
sensitive cunt and felt the warm pussy-flesh close in around it, wrenching 
new spasms of joyous sensation from the nerve-ends of her lust-tortured 
skin. 

Then, obsessed with her manual self-violation, she inserted a second finger, 
until both were embedded as a wedge up into her secret cuntal depths. At 
last the fire was quenched. She experienced the sensation her body had cried 
out for, but now an even new and more devastating hunger consumed her. 
Desperately she spread the fingers up inside her tight pussy, lewdly 
stretching the sensitive vaginal walls, and began to finger fuck in and out 
between her thighs as tears of frustration filled her eyes. Even this wasn't 
enough. Her awakened body was demanding more and more, and she knew though 
she was terrified almost to immobility by the thought that there was only 
one thing in the world that would really satisfy the consuming need that had 
overcome her. 

Finger fucking wasn't enough. She needed the real thing. She needed a real 
male cock! 

Her legs going weak with that devastating admission, Charleen stared 
transfixed at Uncle Harry's huge rod of flesh ramming in and out of his 
wife's welcoming cunt. And as she observed, the anger and jealousy welling 
in her breasts almost caused her to cry aloud. She wanted that cock inside 
her! She had to have it. She had to discover what it was like to really give 
herself to a man, had to find out what exotic sensation could prompt the 
cries of ecstasy that poured from her spread-eagled aunt's throat. And she 
wished, wished as she'd never wished anything in her life, that it was her 
and not Aunt Eileen that was in there now-in there being fucked! 

Closing her eyes, Charleen tried to imagine what it would be like to have it 
actually done to her, to feel the weight of a man's body rocking on top of 
her and his penis skewering deep inside her belly. But all she could feel 
now was the inadequacy of her own two fingers. The sensation paled in 
comparison to the mental image, but as she let her mind wander, the waves of 
heat coursing through her loins gathered momentum. Before she knew it, she 
was completely out of control. Something was happening to her she'd never 
known before. She couldn't imagine what it was, but she didn't care and now 
hardly even feared it. Because it felt good. That was all that mattered, and 
again she opened her eyes and fastened them back on the obscene vision of 
the gigantic red cock plowing in and out of Eileen's upturned loins. The 
position of the couple on the bed afforded her a detailed view and her eyes 
were riveted on the lewd vision of the woman's dark-haired cuntal flesh 
clinging hungrily to the hardened male shaft as it withdrew, then opening 
eagerly to receive it back on the in-thrust, just as Charleen's own tingling 
pussy-lips clung to and sucked at her skewering fingers. 

Then the girl's eyes closed again, but in her mind the vivid picture 
remained, Harry's lust-engorged cock sawing in and out of Eileen's cunt, his 
rounded balls pounding the puckered hole of her anus, his fingers digging 
into the pliant flesh of her buttocks as her arms locked about his shoulders 
and her legs around his back, her naked vagina thrusting up defenselessly 
before his ceaseless lunges. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" Ooooooh God! I'm cummmiinnnggg!" Eileen whined. 

The sudden cry prompted Charleen's eyes to open again, and she saw the naked 
couple were bucking and thrashing even more wildly than before. Eileen 
looked like a heathen savage, her face contorted with passion, her head 
flailing from side to side, her mouth open and her eyes rolling. Another 
groan pierced the stillness of the darkened house, this a low masculine 
grunting, and she saw Harry begin a series of frenzied lunges that racked 
his naked wife's body even more mercilessly as the spasms of orgasm overcame 
him and he pumped his hot, searing sperm in a torrent up into her ravished 
loins. 

And something was happening to Charleen too. Waves of heat swept as from a 
furnace through her loins and out over her trembling flesh. Her hips jerked 
in desperate undulations and she felt as if she were drifting out of 
herself, as if her spirit were ascending to an eerie and depraved Nirvana of 
sexual bliss. And then the shattering orgasm overcame her in a rain of 
descending sparks and a dribbling of her own vaginal juices down into her 
hand and down her thighs, in a blurring of her vision and a weakening of her 
legs that almost caused her to drop to a quivering heap on the floor. 

Dazed, she watched her Uncle Harry sag heavily on his wife's naked body. She 
drew her finger from her heated pussy with a little sucking pop and 
retreated backwards down the hall to her room, still hardly able to grasp 
what had just happened. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Harry Thornton smiled at the sensuous teenage girl lounging in her bikini on 
the edge of the kidney-shaped swimming pool situated in back of the rambling 
ranch-style house he and Eileen had bought a couple of years ago. Jack 
Remmings's wife had been a real looker, and she'd passed on her looks to her 
daughter. Harry had been pleasantly surprised when his old buddy had phoned 
from back east to see if he and Eileen would put her up for three weeks. 
He'd known Charleen as girl, and since they'd been unable to have children 
themselves he'd thought having her around the house would be a nice 
diversion, particularly for Eileen. 

But it had been years since he'd seen the girl, and he hadn't been prepared 
for the sight that had greeted him when he'd driven down to San Mateo to 
meet her at the airport. He'd expected a child, and Charleen was almost a 
woman. She was just at that ripe age that appeals most to a man who has been 
around the way Harry had been around. She was an innocent flower waiting to 
be plucked. Of course he'd never be the one to do it. He had at least that 
much sense of loyalty to his old friend. But that didn't stop him from 
thinking about it and imagining what it would be like to bust that hot 
little cherry. He was human. 

Unfortunately, Eileen was also human. She was thirty-five and she was still 
a hell of a good-looking woman and had plenty of good years left. But she 
was sensitive about the fact that she wasn't as young as she use to be. She 
required as much or perhaps even more attention now than she had when they'd 
first gotten married. She couldn't help but have noticed Harry looking at 
Charleen on occasion. She'd been increasingly bitchy toward him the last 
couple of days, though she didn't take her hostility out on Charleen. Last 
night her fantasy-mind seemed to have gotten away from her. She'd accused 
him of actually wanting the young girl. It was true of course; he did want 
her, though he could never have her, but that was the kind of accusation 
that could put an end to a marriage if allowed to go unanswered. And Harry 
hoped he'd answered it with sufficient decisiveness that the question 
wouldn't come up again. He'd thrown one real helluva fuck to Eileen last 
night. She'd woken up complaining of a sore pussy this morning, so maybe at 
least she wouldn't complain further about a lack of attention. 

But damn it, that did nothing to solve Harry's problem. The fact remained 
that he could hardly even concentrate on his work for thinking about that 
little nymphet Charleen. He'd had a couple of meaningless extra-marital 
affairs, but he had nothing going right now, and as much as he loved Eileen, 
he was getting restless for some stray stuff. And having that kid running 
around all the time in her skimpy little bikini was about to drive him out 
of his mind. 

"Screw it," Harry said to himself, turning away from the picture window 
through which he'd been observing his skimpily attired house guest. He had 
work to do anyway, whether he had his mind on it or not. 

Harry left the house and headed down the walk that passed the swimming pool 
and led down into the redwoods to the small cabin, designed originally as a 
servants' quarters, where he'd set up his office. His Marin County real 
estate business was successful enough that he was able to do most of his 
work at home, but he did like the feeling of "getting away" from the house, 
even if he was less than a hundred feet away. 

As he walked past the reclined blonde girl, she opened her blue eyes and 
turned to stare at him, a teasing smile on her lips. Harry let his eyes 
descend briefly to the tight-formed mounds of her developing breasts, 
scarcely concealed by the flimsy bikini top. Then he looked abruptly away, 
certain he'd flushed. 

"Where are you going, Uncle Harry?" Charleen called after him. 

"Work," Harry grunted, not looking back. Damn the little bitch, he thought. 
She knows. The little bitch knows exactly what she's putting me through. 

Harry was sweating in the warm summer heat by the time he reached the cabin 
and stepped inside. It consisted of two rooms, the office and a small room 
in back where he kept a cot he occasionally used for an afternoon nap when 
he didn't feel like working and didn't feel like returning to the house. Now 
glancing through the door to that neatly made bed it occurred to him what a 
perfect set-up he would have here if he were a less scrupulous husband. This 
cabin was his lair, his sanctuary. He had an unspoken agreement with Eileen 
that she was not to disturb him while he was here, and right now he couldn't 
resist imagining what it would be like to spend the afternoon romping on 
that bed with the succulent blonde teenager now languishing beside the 
swimming pool up at the main house. 

"Damn it," Harry muttered to himself. "I've got to quit thinking like that." 

Wiping his dampened brow, Harry unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it from his 
muscular shoulders and torso. He looked down absently at his own hairy chest 
for a moment, then went to the small refrigerator in the comer and got out a 
beer. He twisted the flip-top lid and went over and sat down at his desk. He 
propped his feet up and pulled some papers from the drawer and began to 
shuffle through them. Then he was startled by the hesitant knock on the 
door. 

"Yes?" 

It opened and Harry's eyes bugged as he saw Charleen framed against the 
bright afternoon light in her bikini, her soft flesh now glistening with 
moisture from a dip she must have just taken in the pool. She looked at him 
with narrowed, sultry eyes, and her lower lip stuck out in a slight childish 
pout. 

"Are you busy?" she asked almost bashfully, her eyes descending with open 
curiosity to his hairy chest. 

"Well, I've got some things to do...." he began, then quickly added. "But 
they can wait. Come on in. What's on your mind?" 

As the girl walked toward him, Harry couldn't help noticing how the blonde 
of her hair contrasted with the deeply-tanned skin of her sensuous body. She 
came to stand beside him, then turned and walked to the door and peered 
curiously into the small bedroom. 

Jesus! Harry thought to himself, his eyes devouring her tightly clenched 
little ass-cheeks on which the flimsy bikini hung so low he could 
distinguish an inch or so of the darkly forbidden crack that separated them 
showing above the top of the elastic material. 

"What's on your mind?" he croaked, barely able to control his voice. 

She turned back and smiled. "I was just curious what this place was. I see 
you coming here so often. And I wanted to ask you something." 

"Yes?" 

She walked slowly back to him, obviously conscious of and relishing the 
descent of his eyes to her upthrust breasts. "I was going to invite Donna 
Williams-you know, the girl down the hill-to stay the night with me if it's 
all right with you." 

"Of course it's all right. You're welcome to have her here anytime you want. 
Donna's a very nice girl. I think it's great you two were able to make 
friends so quick." 

She was also a very delectable little nymphet too, Harry thought to himself. 
Another bit of temptation for him to cope with. And a really hot-blooded 
little bitch too. He'd caught himself drooling over the sight of her working 
in the front yard of George Williams's place more than once, wearing nothing 
but a pair of pussy-high shorts and a little halter for her tits. "But you 
could have fixed that up with Eileen," Harry added absently. 

"Eileen makes me nervous," Charleen said, looking at him with her round, 
innocent blue eyes. 

"Why does she make you nervous?" 

"I get the feeling she's ... jealous or ... suspicious of me or something," 
the girl said, moving closer so her bikini-clad little cunt was hardly a 
foot away from Harry's face. She smiled down mischievously as he flushed 
red. "You know what I mean, don't you?" 

Harry shook his head, crossing his legs to try to make the erection bulging 
in his trousers less conspicuous. "You're mistaking Eileen's ... Eileen's 
... it's just her nature. She knows ... she knows your not that kind of a 
girl." 

Charleen licked her lips in an intentionally seductive gesture. "What kind 
of a girl, Mr. Thornton?" 

Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. Though it was 
probably nothing but his imagination, he thought he could almost smell 
Charleen's hot little pussy. With just the slightest leaning forward he 
could have flicked his tongue out and licked right over the triangular 
crotch of the bikini covering her pubic mound. She was teasing him, 
prick-teasing him, his own best friend's daughter, and he wasn't the kind of 
man who liked to be teased. And worst of all, he wasn't sure it really was 
teasing. He couldn't help but imagine that if he actually made a move, she 
wouldn't stop him. At least not immediately. She wanted something. Damn it. 
He knew that as sure as he knew his own name. 

"Uncle Harry?" she purred lustily. 

Harry jerked his gaze upward between the out-thrust peaks of her breasts to 
her sultry, smiling face. 

"You were staring at my ... you know." 

"No! No, I wasn't. I was just ... thinking," he stammered inadequately. 

"I guess I have a problem," Charleen purred. "That's really why I came down 
here." 

Abruptly Harry stood up in his seat and backed against his desk. Now 
Charleen's eyes dropped for a moment to the crotch of his trousers and he 
realized she not only saw but recognized the hard bulge that tented them. 
"What's ... what's your problem?" 

"I guess it's ... the facts of life." 

Harry's mouth dropped open. And as the sensuous blonde teenager moved closer 
to him he tried to retreat and found himself pinned against his desk. "Don't 
you think you're better off asking your own father that question?" he asked. 

"My father seemed to think that being with you and Eileen might be the 
answer. And he was right." She flicked her tongue from her mouth and made a 
little purring sound in her throat. "Last night for instance, I learned a 
whole lot. Enough to let me know I want to find out more." Harry stared down 
in disbelief as the young girl's hand moved up to brush through the thick 
curls of gray-flecked hair on his chest, then edged slowly closer to him 
until the little tips of her nipples protruding against the thin material of 
her bikini top were almost touching his skin. Then she seemed to sense 
something, and she turned suddenly away. 

The door opened and Eileen stood glaring at them, hands on her hips, her 
breasts rising and falling visibly with her strained breathing in the loose, 
low-cut dress she wore. 

"Oh, Aunt Eileen," Charleen said. "I just came to ask Uncle Harry if Donna 
Williams could spend the night with me here tonight." 

Without another word she left, and Eileen stepped through the door, fixing 
her husband with a venomous stare. "I bet you said 'yes' too!" 

Harry was gazing past her at the diminishing figure of the bikini-clad 
teenager going away from them up the trail to the main house. "What?" he 
asked absently, turning back to her. 

"I said I bet you said 'yes'. I bet you're only too glad to have another 
little sex-pot around here for you to lech on." 

"Go to hell." 

Eileen's dark eyes sparkled with rage. "And don't think I haven't noticed 
the way you look at the Williams girl when we drive by their place, either." 

"I said 'go to hell'." 

"What was she doing here, Harry? It looks like she had to sweet-talk you 
into letting her invite Donna." 

Harry's face was beaded with sweat. His breath was coming in strained 
heaves. His balls were aching and the erection that had tented his trousers 
had hardly diminished. And he was frustrated and pissed off and in no mood 
for the third degree. That mocking contempt that registered in his wife's 
eyes as she let her gaze descend to the tented crotch of his trousers was 
the last straw. Hardly thinking of what he was doing, he reached out and 
seized her by the wrist, jerking her angrily toward him. He saw her hand 
lashing out as a blur, heard the loud smack of it striking his face and felt 
the sting only belatedly, as though that sensation were the thunder's echo 
of the lightning. He blinked, momentarily stunned, blinded by his anger. He 
watched the bitter smile appear and fade on her voluptuous red lips, and 
heard her voice as a distant sound in his ears: "You horny, dirty old man." 

"All right, you cunt," Harry whispered. "I've tried everything I know to get 
through to you these last few weeks and nothing has worked. But maybe I've 
just been too gentle." 

His hand had almost relaxed on her wrist, but it tightened in a vise-like 
grip as she tried to jerk free. With his other hand he pulled the chair out 
from behind the desk to the middle of the room, and even before he dropped 
down into it and pulled her with a violent jerk down onto her stomach across 
his lap, the color had drained from her face, as though she knew intuitively 
what was about to happen to her. 

"No!" Eileen, screamed, her legs kicking, her doubled fists trying to lash 
back at him and cleaving the air before his face. "If you touch me I'll...." 

"You'll what?" Harry growled, yanking the hem of her long loose skirt up 
onto her back, staring down with sadistic lust at her tightly clenched 
buttocks, the darkly inspiring crack between them visible through the near 
transparency of her panties. His eyes wild with a warped excitement he'd 
never experienced in his life, he held her firmly by the waist and seized 
the tight elastic waistband at the top of the panties and drew the flimsy 
silken garment down off her rounded ass-cheeks and thighs until it clutched 
uselessly at her knees. Now the silken half moons of her buttocks were 
revealed to him in complete nakedness, the whiteness sharply contrasted to 
the dark tan of the backs of her thighs. And they almost visibly quivered in 
terror of what was to come. 

"Harry," she sobbed, looking back over her shoulder in desperation. "Don't 
do that to me. Please don't. I'm sorry. Harry! Please!" 

He said nothing. He lay the palm of his hand almost lightly over her two 
clenched and naked ass-cheeks, letting it rest there for a moment before he 
raised it and brought it down with a whoosh in the air to land with a 
resounding smack across her soft bare flesh. 

"Oooowwwwww!" Eileen sobbed, wincing from-the stinging pain and resuming her 
struggle as she realized Harry was really serious about spanking her. 

Harry watched the red print of his hand appear on her white flesh and fade 
slowly away, then slammed his hand down again, even harder this time, 
Eileen's wail of pain and protest only strengthening his own sadistic 
determination. She stared over her shoulder, an incoherent babble issuing 
from her lips, tears streaming down her face, her arms and legs thrashing in 
a futile attempt to defend herself. And he hit her again, then again, faster 
and harder until her two naked ass-cheeks turned completely red. And as he 
beat her, she ground her loins down in his lap in a futile attempt to flee 
the stinging sensation, crushing the mound of her pubis against his once 
more fully erected cock looming up hard inside his trousers. 

"Oh please stop!" she screamed. "Please, Harry! You're hurting me." 

But he went on unheedingly, mesmerized by the very rhythm of the up and down 
movement of his hand, by the loud spaced cracks as he struck her naked 
flesh. Something was happening inside him he couldn't quite understand. The 
cries and pleas for mercy that poured from his wife's throat, the grinding 
of her loins against his swollen penis, the clapping of his palm on her 
buttocks that sounded oddly akin to applause, all sparked an unnatural flame 
deep within his guts. His cock lurched and flexed in his trousers, each hard 
cruel r stroke of his hand seeming to prompt it to even larger and more 
pulsing hardness, driving him nearer and nearer to a frenzy of perverse 
excitement. 

Eileen's voice was now a steady whine, interspersed with only 
half-intelligible pleas for mercy. But Harry was untouched by her anguish. 
Hypnotized, he lashed on and on until his hand began to ache. But even then 
he couldn't stop. There was a connection between the rising and falling of 
his hand and the churning in his loins, the intensity of pressure welling in 
his throbbing balls. His cock was rock-hard, jerking against his trousers as 
Eileen's naked cunt squirmed and pressed against it in an effort to escape 
the blows raining continuously from above. 

Now the perspiration began to drip from Harry's face. His broad chest was 
heaving and his knees and thighs felt numb from the weight of her body. His 
arm ached, feeling as heavy as a nine-pound sledge. But still, as though 
guided by some demoniac power, it kept rising and falling. His eyes closed. 
He was entranced by the sound, by the stinging on his own palm, by her 
continued cries and sobbing and the great swirls of heat building in his 
balls. He was a man possessed. He didn't even know any longer what it was 
that he was doing. 

Now Eileen was really frightened. Try as she might, she couldn't escape 
Harry's punishing hand. His other arm gripped her tightly, pinning her 
helplessly across his knees. Her whole body ached from the strange position 
and every slap across her now half-numb ass-cheeks sent fresh flashes of 
pain shooting up her spine. And now she was acutely aware of his cock 
pressing into her lower belly and against the naked lips of her unprotected 
pussy and the tingling bud of her clitoris. And even as she cringed in agony 
from the continued assault, the heat building in her own loins made her want 
to cry out for shame. 

Harry grunted, his cock suddenly flexing even harder as he felt himself 
begin to lose control. He jerked and ground his pelvis up from the chair, 
intensifying the friction of his boxer shorts rubbing against the 
lust-swollen head of his penis. Then, having almost been eluded by the 
numerous warning signs, he realized that any minute he was going to cum. 

With a bear-like snarl he shoved his dark-haired wife off his lap, still 
holding her arms to let her fall sobbing in a heap on the floor. He stared 
down at her with fury in his eyes, her body racked by the convulsive spasms 
of her crying, her dress still bunched obscenely at her waist and her 
panties hobbling her knees to completely expose her red-spanked ass-cheeks 
and the flowering triangle of black hair between her thighs. Then she almost 
fainted as she looked up at her husband and saw him jerk the zipper down to 
open the fly of his trousers. A moment later he'd pulled his surging, 
lust-hardened shaft of flesh to freedom. It loomed up to terrifying size, 
seemingly larger than it had ever been before when they made love in more 
orthodox fashions. Then a whimper rose in her throat as he reached beneath 
her arm pits to jerk her to a sitting position. He pulled her toward him 
until she was sitting on the floor in front of him between his legs. Then 
one of his hands was in her hair, pulling her face closer between his legs, 
and the other was seizing the hard pulsing shaft of his exposed penis, 
bending it downward until it was pointed straight at her mouth. 

"No!" Eileen sobbed. That was her worst mistake. As she opened her mouth to 
protest, Harry thrust the full-length of his throbbing cock-shaft between 
her lips. She gulped, almost gagging, then swallowed to keep from choking as 
the first hotly searing drops of cum surged up from Harry's balls and spewed 
across her tongue. 

Grunting in perverted satisfaction, Harry used his grip on his wife's dark 
hair to guide her face back and forth, working her ovaled lips up and down 
on the jerking rod of his cock. He pumped spurt after spurt of his pungent 
male cum into her mouth as she sobbed and moaned in helpless submission 
around the violating rod of flesh. 

Then, sated, he sank back in the desk chair. Still convulsing with sobs, her 
face streaked with tears, Eileen let the swiftly deflating cock slip from 
her mouth. She swallowed the last drops of his punishing semen and wiped her 
lips. She retreated on her hands and knees across the floor to the opposite 
wall, where she sat staring with all the bitterness of a spanked child for a 
moment. Absently she unbunched her dress and pulled it down over her still 
throbbing buttocks. Then with another little sob she got up and fled out the 
door and back up the trail to the house. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The late movie ended with everyone joining in the song. The lovers, 
reunited, strolled away in a soft rain. There was test pattern on the screen 
for a moment, backed up by inspirational music. Charleen scooted across the 
rug and flicked off the sound and turned back to dark-haired Donna Williams. 

"What a drag, hunh?" 

"Yes," Donna said, obviously thinking about something else. "Where's Mr. 
Thornton tonight?" 

Charleen shrugged, a little tremor of excitement coursing through her loins 
at the memory of the way her "uncle" Harry had looked at her this afternoon 
before they were interrupted by his wife. And then remembering the look on 
Aunt Eileen's face, Charleen's excitement changed to hostility. She still 
hadn't told Donna the real reason she wanted to have her stay here tonight. 
She'd hoped last night's lurid scene in the Thornton's bedroom would be 
repeated, and she'd wanted to share her voyeuristic thrills with her new 
girlfriend. But instinct told her she would be denied that pleasure tonight. 

Something had happened down at the cabin Harry Thornton used for an office 
after she'd left there this afternoon. She'd been back at the pool for about 
twenty minutes when Aunt Eileen returned to the main house, walking by 
without saying a word. But Eileen had looked disheveled and it was obvious 
from her swollen eyes that she had been crying. Charleen had gone after the 
older woman into the house and seen her slam the door to her and Harry's 
bedroom. She'd gone to her own room and a few minutes later Harry had come 
in. He and his wife had argued, and then he'd left, and he hadn't been back 
all evening. Charleen knew she must have been the cause of the trouble, 
though Eileen had been perfectly gracious during dinner with her and Donna. 
But it wasn't really her fault. She hadn't done anything. All she wanted was 
a little attention, friendly attention, from the man of the house. Eileen 
had no reason to be bitter about that. 

Then both girls looked sharply toward the window as they heard a car motor 
and saw lights appear in the drive. 

"There's Harry now," said Charleen. 

"Do you call him Harry?" asked Donna. "He's really a dream, I think. Do you 
really call him Harry?" 

"I used to call him Uncle Harry," Charleen said, gazing mysteriously at her 
friend. "Today I switched to Mr. Thornton." She licked her lips. "But 
tomorrow it will be just plain Harry, I bet." 

Both girls waited attentively as they heard the car door slam and the 
footsteps coming up the walk. Then a key turned in the front door and Harry 
Thornton came in. He paused in the foyer outside the den, staring through as 
though stunned at the two young teen-aged girls sitting on the carpeted 
floor, the brunette in shorts and halter and the blonde in a flimsy, 
revealing miniskirt. Then, weaving slightly on his feet, he turned away and 
stalked on down the hall. 

"He's been drinking," said Charleen. 

"Come on. Let's go to my room. From there we can hear what's going on." 

"What do you mean? Why do we want to hear?" 

"Don't ask silly questions. Come on." 

Charleen took her friend by the hand and led her out. But even as they 
reached the hall they saw the door at the end of it slam closed. They went 
to the guest room, which she'd already come to think of as her own, and 
Charleen left the door open by a crack. She held her fingers up to her lips 
for silence and listened intently, but she could hear only low voices from 
the other room. 

"What are you listening for?" Donna asked. 

Charleen sighed. "I watched them doing it last night. That's why I wanted 
you to stay with me. I thought they'd do it again." 

"Do what?" 

Charleen stifled a giggle. "I watched them screwing! You know. Have you ever 
seen anybody screw? Your parents, maybe." 

Donna was staring wide-eyed at her friend. "God, no! I can't even imagine my 
parents screwing." 

"Well they must have at least once," said Charleen. "You were born." 

Donna seized several strands of her long brown hair, pulling them across her 
cheek and taking them absently in her teeth. "Gee, I never thought of that." 

The girls started as the door opened down the hall and slammed shut again. 
They listened to the stalking footsteps, and through the crack of the door 
to the room Charleen occupied, they watched Harry flash by. 

"Where's he going?" Donna gasped. 

"I don't know," Charleen answered, rushing over to sprawl belly-down on her 
bed and gaze out the window. In a moment Harry Thornton appeared, walking 
briskly in the moonlight along the edge of the swimming pool and down the 
trail that led to the cabin. She watched for a moment, then turned back to 
her girl friend. Again she held her finger to her lips for quiet. "Come on. 
We'll follow him." 

"But...." Donna stammered, apprehensive. 

Charleen took her hand and led her out of the room and down to the back of 
the house. She eased the door open and ushered her friend through, then 
closed it just as quietly as she'd opened it. Turning, she squinted, gazing 
down the trail. Harry Thornton was no longer visible, but she could see a 
light in the window of the cabin. 

"Come on." 

The two figures crept stealthily along the path toward the smaller house. It 
was a cloudless night and though the crescent of the moon cast a light that 
made it easy for them to negotiate the trail, it was not bright enough that 
they would have been noticeable to anyone who wasn't specifically looking 
for them. 

The two teen-aged girls approached the cabin from the front, then skulked 
along the side wall around to the back and made their way to the window that 
opened onto the little bedroom. 

A look of horror crossed Donna's face as Charleen rose to her tiptoes to 
peer through. "But this is window-peeping," she gasped. 

Charleen glared at her angrily, then turned her gaze to the little room 
where Harry stood by the bed, staring at himself in the mirror that hung on 
the wall, still weaving a little drunkenly on his feet. "Damn that silly 
bitch," he muttered drunkenly. "If she'd show up here now I bet I'd give her 
a...." His voice trailed off and hurriedly he peeled the sport shirt from 
his muscular torso. 

Now Donna Williams also ventured to look through the window, a little gasp 
welling in her throat at the sight of Mr. Thornton's swelling biceps. Then 
she blushed as he unbuckled and dropped his trousers, letting them fall 
about his ankles, and stepped out of them. He raised his arms, flexing both 
biceps, then suddenly reached down to lower his shorts off his rippling 
buttocks and hard-muscled thighs, completely revealing the large but now 
limber shaft of his cock hanging down from his profuse black pubic hair. And 
to the amazement of the two girls he then took it in his hand, tugging 
playfully at the foreskin. Charleen gasped aloud as she watched him roll the 
protracted member in his palms, and Donna blinked in disbelief as she saw it 
increase in size before her very eyes. Charleen nudged the other girl as 
Harry cupped his balls in his left hand, seeming to weigh them gently in his 
palm. 

Then his fingers entwined about the shaft and he began a soft back and forth 
pumping motion along its gradually increasing length. 

"What's he doing?" Donna whispered. 

"Maybe he's going to jack-off." 

"Golly." 

Harry turned away from the mirror, his back now to the window though it was 
obvious his hand was still working up and down on his cock. Charleen felt 
hot all over, even though the night was cool. Little beads of perspiration 
broke out on her forehead and cheeks. Her hands felt clammy and there was a 
moistness between her legs. A frustrating tingle had begun deep in her 
stomach and her breasts felt tight enough to burst. It was all she could do 
right now to resist the temptation to go around and knock on the front door. 
She wanted Harry. She thought he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen 
in the world, next to her own father and, of course, she could never have 
him. And Harry was obviously excited. She bet that if he'd have had his way, 
he would be doing the same thing to Eileen that she had watched him do last 
night, and the knowledge that she was partly responsible for his troubles 
made her wish only that much more that there was something she could do to 
make it up to him. 

Standing beside Charleen in the soft grass, Donna was mesmerized by the 
sight of the naked, masturbating man. She felt at once hot and cold all 
over, as if her entire body was bathed in a feverish sweat. Tremors were 
shooting through her loins and there was a strange gnawing sensation in her 
breasts and up between her legs. She wanted to be touched, or to touch 
herself. Her body was crying out for something and the need coursing through 
her was almost more than she could bear. And almost unconsciously, the young 
girl raised one of her hands to touch her small hard breasts on the outside 
of the tightly constricting halter she wore. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Donna sighed, barely audibly. 

Closing her eyes, she drew the palm of her hand over the jutting little 
nipple-points, again murmuring softly from the delicious contact. She raised 
her other hand and timidly touched the burning spot between her legs on the 
outside of her tight-fitting shorts, the searing sensation causing the 
flames of lust to leap like wildfire across the tingling flesh of her body. 
Then she glanced at her friend and was amazed to see that the other girl had 
reached inside the neck of her minidress to play with her unencumbered 
breasts, and that her other hand had worked up beneath her skirt and was 
jerking up and down in an intensely rhythmic movement between her thighs, 
her eyes still glued to the sight of the naked man through the window. 

Raising her eyes, Donna saw Harry Thornton turn again to face the mirror and 
she almost cried aloud at the sight of his penis, which had now swollen to 
complete erection. Then he dropped his hand from it, leaving it to loom 
straight up from his loins with no need of support. He doubled his fists and 
began to shadow-box in front of the mirror, shuffling in circles about the 
room, ducking imaginary punches and throwing rapid jabs and quick 
combinations, the exercise filming his naked skin with shining sweat and 
serving to reveal his rippling muscles to even greater advantage. 

To anyone else the sight might have been ridiculous, but to the two curious 
girls it only inspired more and greater unnatural lust to well in their 
lewdly awakened young bodies. Donna stroked her tiny breasts frenziedly and 
Charleen wormed her finger up in the legband of her panties to find 
delicious titillating contact with her already lewdly moistened cuntal lips. 
She had a cottony feeling in her throat and her lips felt parched and dry. 
Her skin was a mass of sensation, crying out for contact, and she thought if 
she merely touched her clitoris she would cum right there on the spot. But 
she didn't want it to be that easy, that quick. She wanted more than just a 
self-inflicted orgasm like she'd had last night while watching Harry 
Thornton fuck his wife silly in their bedroom up at the house. 

Then her glance fell back to Donna and she saw that her friend had inserted 
a hand down inside her shorts from the front and was frenziedly stroking her 
fingers back and forth between her legs. She looked oblivious to everything 
but the sight of the naked man before them, lust-crazed and maddened by the 
desire that permeated her innocent young body. 

Then suddenly Harry ceased his naked shadow-boxing. He sighed, his penis 
already appearing to deflate slightly. He stepped to the door and flicked 
off the light and the room was cast in darkness. They saw him only as a 
shadow as he walked back to the bed and lay down and pulled the sheet over 
him. In a moment the sound of his breathing had changed. Then he began to 
snore. 

The two girls turned to stare feverishly at one another, their faces softly 
lit by the faint rays of moonlight cascading over them. 

"Were you . .'. finger-fucking yourself?" Donna asked cautiously. 

"Yes. And so were you." 

"I guess I liked it, seeing his big thing. " 

"I liked it too," said Charleen. "And I'm still so hot I can hardly stand 
it. Come on, let's go back up to the house. We can finish ourselves off in 
bed." 

"I ... guess," Donna said, apprehensive. The two girls hurried up the trail 
and slipped back into the house and to their room. Charleen put on the light 
and turned to face the other girl, hesitating but a moment before she 
started to strip off her minidress. Donna reluctantly followed the blonde's 
example and in a moment the two girls stood completely naked. Charleen's 
eyes roved with curiosity over the younger girl's supple, darkly tanned 
body. Then as Donna reached for her nightgown, she seized her wrist and 
shook her head. "No. Let's get under the covers naked. Together." 

"I don't know...." 

"Yes," Charleen said firmly. She pulled the covers back and urged Donna down 
on the bed, then lay beside her, drawing the sheet up over their bodies, 
pressing herself against the other girl. She still held to Donna's wrist, 
and she waited for a moment of the warm contact of breasts upon breasts and 
thighs against thighs before the girl's breathing had perceptibly changed. 
Then she guided Donna's only slightly resisting hand down between her own 
legs and up into searing and shattering contact with the already lewdly 
moistened slit of her blonde cunt. 

Donna stiffened at the contact with the wetness between Charleen's thighs, 
then tentatively she began to stroke her fingers over the girl's 
desire-quivering pussy and to probe experimentally at the fleece-lined 
folds. 

"Eeehhhmmmmm," Charleen sighed, shiver after shiver of heated arousal 
tingling through her body from the tantalizing contact of the other girl's 
hand on her cunt. 

Donna felt the desire-engorged little button of Charleen's clitoris and 
began to stroke back and forth more eagerly over it. Then she sighed deeply 
as Charleen's hands sought out her lust-moistened inner thighs and she felt 
one of her blonde friend's fingers worming slowly up into the soft yielding 
tightness of her pussy. She stiffened momentarily from the shock, then her 
body relaxed and she pressed her breasts even harder against Charleen's, 
intensifying the finger-fucking rhythm of her own hand-on the blonde girl's 
naked pussy, a slow moan escaping her lips: "Oh yes, Charleen. I like it. I 
like it. It's much better than doing it to yourself." 

"Yes," Charleen purred. "It's much better than just doing it to yourself." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lunch, eaten in silence, was finished. Eileen slid her chair back and rose 
from the table and began to clear away the plates and silverware she and 
Harry had used. The girls had taken sandwiches to the pool, so at least she 
didn't have to worry about cleaning up after them; and she'd been spared 
having to watch her husband drooling over them through the course of the 
light meal they'd had. 

Harry watched his wife turn to the sink, his eyes tracing the lines of her 
voluptuously curved body, her tight ass-cheeks outlined in the clinging 
pants she wore with her light, sleeveless blouse. "Look," he said after a 
deep breath. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I don't know what else to say 
but we can't go on like this." 

"I can." She turned to stare at him with loathing, her eyes burning into 
his. 

"I'm not going to live with a woman who's not speaking to me, and...." 

"I just did speak to you, you bastard." 

"And I'm not going to make payments on this house and live like a hermit in 
that goddamned little cabin." 

"Then you can take a blanket and sleep on the couch in the den." 

"Fuck you." 

"Fuck you!" 

Harry sighed, exerting all his effort to control himself. "Eileen, I'm sorry 
I spanked you. I'm sorry!" 

Eileen laughed bitterly. "I'm not angry about being spanked. I liked being 
spanked. I just don't like living with a dirty old man who spends his time 
leching on girls young enough to be his daughter." 

Harry rose and walked from the kitchen. He slammed the back door on his way 
out, blinking at the sight of the two girls sunbathing in their bikinis on 
the edge of the pond. 

"Hello, Mr. Thornton," the blonde said in a lusty voice, with an intonation 
she must have picked up from late night grade-B movies. 

Harry nodded and forced himself to look away. He strode swiftly past the 
girls, sneaking but another peek at their inviting little asses, and 
continued down toward the cabin. When he was halfway there he heard the 
sound of a car starting and stopped to look back. His wife's compact emerged 
from the garage, slinging gravel, and streaked away down the street toward 
town. 

"The hell with her," Harry grunted, continuing. He unlocked the door and 
went in, got a beer from the ice-box and sat down at his desk. Fuming, he 
drank. 

Perhaps five minutes had passed before he heard the knock on the door and 
started in his chair. "Yes? Who is it?" 

The door opened and Charleen, her body again glistening with moisture from a 
dip in the pool, stepped through. "It's me, Mr. Thornton." 

Mister Thornton? Harry realized it wasn't the first time she'd called him 
that, and it was a disquietingly significant switch from "Uncle Harry", 
which was what she'd always called him before. It put them on a more formal 
basis, and yet there was a disturbing promise of intimacy in it. 

"Hello, Charleen. What's on your mind?" 

"The same thing as yesterday." Charleen paused, licking her lips 
suggestively. "Your wife is really mad at you, isn't she?" 

"Yes. She's mad." 

"And it's all my fault." 

Harry crossed his legs, making every possible effort to avoid letting his 
eyes descend to the girl's scarcely concealed body. "It's not all your 
fault." 

"I don't really think it is either. I don't know exactly what it was that I 
wanted yesterday. Just a little attention, I guess, but I didn't mean any 
harm. 

"I know you didn't." 

"But I still know it's my fault that you're in the doghouse." Charleen took 
a deep breath. "And I'd like to make it up to you." 

Harry's mouth dropped open. He pushed it shut with his hand, staring at the 
slightly nervous, smiling girl. "What do you mean?" 

"Do you find me attractive?" Charleen cooed. "I know I'm just a kid. I know 
I could never substitute for Aunt Eileen. But don't you find me just a 
little bit attractive?" 

As Harry gawked speechlessly, the young girl reached up behind her back and 
with a delicate flick of her finger she undid the snap at the back of her 
swimsuit top. She smiled, her eyes narrowed, and shrugged her shoulders just 
slightly to let the flimsy garment drop from her body and completely expose 
her firm young breasts, sweeping up proudly, the nipples tightly puckered 
from her swim in the cold pool. 

"Charleen!" 

"Don't you like them?" she teased, her fingers reaching up to tweak the 
little nipples in lewd emphasis of their tempting hardness. 

Harry stared at the precocious blonde teenager in silence for a moment. Then 
he turned away, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his 
perspiring forehead. "Yes, Charleen. I like them. But I want you to get your 
bikini top back on and get out of here right now before I do something we'll 
both regret." 

"I won't regret it, Mr. Thornton." 

Harry frowned. Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps he'd heard a difference in 
her voice that told him she was no longer standing behind him. He didn't 
know. But even forewarned, he could hardly believe it as he turned to find 
himself staring at the completely naked girl standing in the other room 
beside the bed. Jesus Christ! She was naked as the day she was born and 
Harry's eyes were riveted on the golden triangle of thinly curling pubic 
hair that had just begun to sprout between her legs. It was almost more than 
a man could resist, more than any man could be expected to try to resist. 
But somehow he had to get control of himself. He had to remember that this 
nymphet offering herself to him wasn't just any girl; she was his best 
friend's daughter and only fifteen years old to boot. But to the penis 
looming to sudden erection in his trousers, that fact seemed as 
inconsequential as minor league baseball scores. 

"I want to learn about sex, Mr. Thornton," Charleen purred. "And I know you 
can teach me. I've seen you in action." 

"You've what?" 

"The other night your bedroom door was open. I watched and you ... and you 
were just beautiful. Oh please!" the young girl added in a tone that would 
melt a celibate monk. Then she dropped down on her back across the bed, arms 
crossed above her head to arch her firm young breasts in complete surrender, 
her long legs slightly parted so Harry could see the slender pink lips of 
her pussy nestled in the sparse strands of blonde pubic hair between her 
thighs. It was too much. It was just too much. 

There comes a time, he thought, in every man's life when he stares off the 
precipice into the bottomless lake of certain disaster, and has to close his 
eyes, hold his nose, and leap. 

Harry Thornton was not a religious man, but he crossed himself going through 
the door into the bedroom. 

He paused, looking down almost deliriously at the waiting girl on the bed. 
Then, his hands trembling, he started to undress. 

Charleen watched with narrowed eyes as the muscular forty year old man 
peeled off his shirt and started to unbuckle his trousers. Then a low gasp 
welled in her throat as she saw him pull his pants down off his hips, taking 
his boxer shorts with them, and his penis loomed into shocking view, already 
risen to terrifying tumescence from the stimulation of her nakedly tempting 
young body laid out as an offering on the bed. 

Harry's mind had ceased to function. He knew Jack Remmings would never 
forgive him for what he was about to do to his teen-aged daughter, knew he 
would never forgive himself. He knew also that it would be very difficult to 
keep what had happened a secret from Eileen. 

But even that didn't seem to matter now. And he was also vaguely aware that 
if he didn't do it, he would also have a hard time forgiving himself for 
having passed up the opportunity, no matter what the consequences he might 
have to face later. And now it was too late to stop anyway. 

Stepping out of his trousers, Harry lowered himself onto the bed, kneeling 
over the prone body of the girl. He stretched out a hand, laying it 
tentatively on her bronzed shoulder. Then suddenly his head was buried 
between her glistening young breasts, tasting the dampness of her 
sun-bronzed skin, and his cock fell hard and hot against her stomach and 
jerked along the smoothness of her flesh. He felt a tremor run through her 
naked body and he grasped her shoulders, holding her to him for a moment. 
Then he raised his head and gazed into her soft blue eyes. In them he read 
only acquiescence and desire. 

Slowly Harry lowered his lips to the trembling girl's wetly parted lips. An 
electrifying chill shook him as he touched her lips, their soft pliant 
lusciousness awaking new sensations in his brain. Eagerly he ground his 
mouth against hers, gently slipping his tongue out and probing it in 
cautious jabs between her almost gritted teeth. For a moment she seemed 
hesitant about submitting to this familiarity, then the tip of her tongue 
touched his and he felt her timidly begin to respond. Their tongues 
entwined, slipping and darting together in play as he began to thrust, 
deeper toward her throat. Her mouth felt like velvet and she was rapidly 
gaining expertise in tongue-kissing. 

Then Harry felt the girl's arms reach up around his neck to draw his face 
even closer to hers. His hands still gripped her shoulders and unconsciously 
he dug his fingers hard into her nakedly pliant flesh. He could feel the 
vibrations of her first mewls of pleasure rising in her throat, and rapidly 
he was shedding his own inhibitions. Nothing mattered to him now but the 
sensation of the moment, the feel of this hot young teen-aged body squirming 
beneath him, and he moved his hand up to caress the wet blonde hair 
plastered over her neck, at the same time slowly lowering his lips to kiss 
softly down her throat and across her shoulders. 

Harry felt a gentle undulation begin in the girl's already aroused body, her 
flesh seeming to cry out in desire, causing him to imagine that every tiny 
nerve-ending on her skin was sending a message to his own lust-aroused 
senses. There was nothing he liked better than getting a girl hot, and his 
best friend's fifteen-year-old daughter was going to be burning up before he 
finally plucked her precious little cherry. 

Then eagerly the older man dropped his face lower to close his lips over one 
of Charleen's tight ruby nipples, pulling on it gently with his teeth, 
rolling the swollen tip between his lips and pressing his teeth down around 
the crinkled outer skin. He felt the little bud rise to even greater 
stiffness in his mouth, as though it were a thirsty root reaching out for 
water, and he kissed gently over the other rosy little bud, eliciting from 
it the same voluntary response until it pulsed with the heat of her body. 

Harry's lips wandered hungrily over the finely grained surface of the young 
girl's burnished body, tracing a moist trail down her flesh which seemed to 
be instantly soaked up by her love-parched skin. Now her hands grasped his 
burly shoulders, digging thoughtlessly into his bare flesh to leave reddened 
nail imprints. Her mouth opened, pouring out strained phrases that seemed to 
come only distantly to his ears: "Oh do it to me, Harry. Please do it to me. 
Kiss me like that. All over." 

Harry was in his present crazed state only too willing to oblige, to submit 
to that self-subjugation to an extent even Charleen could not imagine. 
Tenderly he stroked down over the firm curves of her hips, sliding lower on 
the bed to run his tongue over the soft flat smoothness of her stomach. His 
hands dropped down to her inner thighs, caressing lightly over the sensitive 
flesh to awaken the nerve-filled path leading up between them to her hot 
little cunt. 

Almost reverently he kissed the sparse young curls of her uplifted pubic 
mound, breathing in her lust-inciting female odor as she began to jerk and 
writhe beneath him. He eased her thighs farther apart, his fingers 
continuing to play up and down along them. He could see the faint sheen of 
moisture clinging in the soft blonde hair of her cunt, now only inches from 
his face, and as he worked his thumbs up to seize the fleshy petals of her 
pussy and pull the lips apart, he beheld the inner pinkness of her tight 
little vaginal mouth itself. Now even the tiny tip of her clitoris was 
discernible, peeping out like a vermilion needle point through the pale thin 
fuzz that lined her glistening outer cuntal lips. 

A low whimper rose in Charleen's throat and her hands, now hardly able to 
reach Harry's shoulders, moved back up her naked torso to tease and tweak at 
her hardened nipple buds in augmentation of the maddening sensations she 
derived from his hands working obscenely between her widely parted and 
scissoring thighs. 

"Oh please, Uncle Harry!" the girl moaned. "Please don't stop." 

Harry stiffened, that manner of address serving momentarily to remind him of 
the seriousness of what he was about to do. But the sight of the girl's 
lust-tortured face swept away the last of his inhibitions. Determined, he 
hesitated no longer, pushing Charleen's knees up until the whole expanse of 
her virginal vagina was visible to his hungry view. 

The thinly haired outer lips appeared to throb and increase in size before 
his eyes, swelling blood-laden with her building desire. He could see the 
tattered edges of her tiny inner lips, guarding the pinkly pulsating bud of 
her clitoris. Her already hotly moistened cuntal opening, petaled like a 
delicate rose, lay just beneath the sensuous pivot and farther down he could 
just glimpse the faint brown ring of her puckered little anus. 

Harry's breathing was further hastening now as he surveyed the bewitching 
panorama in all its most intimate detail. In hungry anticipation he ran the 
tip of his wet tongue over his own parched lips. Then slowly and surely he 
lowered his head between her outspread tan thighs. He reached out 
tentatively with his saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicking at the narrow 
slit, savoring its taste and smell. 

Charleen's whole body jerked from the strange and shocking contact. It was a 
completely new sensation for the teen-aged virgin, and her first reaction 
was to grind her buttocks down into the mattress of the bed in an 
unconscious attempt to escape it. But Harry's face followed, his tongue 
flicking out again to dart up and down the entire length of her throbbing 
little cunt. 

"Ooooooh!" she cried out, her hips jerking from side to side on the bed in 
continued retreat. Then Harry grasped her firmly just below the waist, 
holding her fast as once again his tongue flicked out and began to probe 
more eagerly at the hidden folds of her tender young pussy. It lavished the 
desire-swollen outer lips, his mouth sucking greedily at the tangy-tasting 
inner softness, searching gradually deeper up into the secret depths before 
flicking outward and upward to come at last to rest right on the tingling 
little bud of her clitoris. 

Charleen almost screamed with pleasure as he took the tiny little button 
between his lips, imprisoning it there as he began to torment it with the 
tip of his tongue. She writhed spontaneously from the novel contact, and 
Harry could feel the little bud growing large beneath his taunting tongue. 
He repaid this sign of response by nibbling gently, then began to peck in a 
small series of little bird-like bites on her clitoris and up and down the 
glistening hair-lined slit of her pussy. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Charleen wailed, her voice taking on a new urgency 
with the maddening sensation to which she was being subjected. Harry raised 
his head and watched the flush of passion spread over her face, noting the 
clenching of her teeth and the fact that her eyes were tightly closed as 
though to blot out everything but feeling. 

Then as he plunged back between her thighs Charleen's hands moved down from 
her breasts, her fingers pulling at his bushy hair as though she were still 
trying to resist the assault of his mouth on her sensitive vaginal orifice. 
But now Harry slavered on unheeding, licking and sucking without restraint 
at her palpitating pussy. His tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening 
and his attempts to force an entry prompted further gasps of shocked 
pleasure from her parted lips. At last, with a desperate surge, Harry 
managed to embed just the tip of his tongue up between the tightly flanged 
folds of her cunt-lips and through the resisting membrane of her virginity. 
And with continued effort he sunk it gradually deeper into the warmly 
pulsing hole. 

"Oh, Mr. Thornton!" Charleen moaned. "Oh God, that feels good!" 

She ground her pelvis up in eager undulation to receive his thrusting tongue 
and frantically he seized the opportunity to worm it even deeper into her 
tight little sheath, which he felt begin to open and close around his 
plunging tongue. Using his thumbs, he spread the hair-lined flanges of her 
pussy wider apart to allow himself even greater access to her succulent 
little cunt. He was ready to really eat her out in earnest how, and his nose 
and mouth were buried hungrily in her heady young moisture and warmth, his 
own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel of lust before 
his face. 

Charleen was ascending into the throes of spine-trembling delight. She'd 
never known anything like this. She'd been thinking about Mr. Thornton, her 
Uncle Harry, plotting and dreaming about seducing him for the last several 
days, almost determined to go through with her scheme since she'd peeked on 
him and his wife last night. But even as she'd done all that she wouldn't 
have dared to dream that if it did happen it could possibly be as wonderful 
as this. His tongue aroused a primitive joy in her she'd never experienced 
and passion rushed out of control through her body from the tips of her toes 
to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of 
excruciating pleasure through every vein and nerve-ending of her body and 
she writhed without thought or complaint of the indignity to which he was 
subjecting her with his shameful oral assault. 

Then Charleen clamped her thighs together, locking them on Harry's ears, and 
the stubble on his chin adding abrasively to the sheer sensation of his 
tongue working in and out of her steaming cunt stimulated her dewy flesh to 
still greater erotic heights. Now her hands clawed wantonly at his head, 
pushing his slavering face harder against her throbbing pussy-opening as the 
tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she felt herself ascend to 
an even higher plane of depravity and joy. 

Harry labored unceasingly on, his pistoning tongue coaxing his young ward's 
responses to a feverish pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with 
involuntary fury, her thighs opening and closing around his ears and head. A 
savage gurgle spewed from her throat as she jerked her buttocks up from the 
bed in time with the lappings and thrustings of his tongue, masking his face 
with her now fully awakened cunt, her vagina seeming to suck at his tongue 
like a tiny mouth. 

Her passion continued to build for a few moments longer. Then a series of 
rending wails pierced the cabin and suddenly her body was flailing and 
tossing in savage fury, her hands pulling cruelly at his hair and her hips 
bucking in a last frenzy as if she were mounted on an untamed stallion 
trying to toss her off. 

"Ooohhh ... oooohhhh!" she moaned in complete delirium as her courtesy 
uncle's exhausted tongue continued to prod and probe up into her clenching 
little pussy, as his mouth continued to suck and he swallowed the warm 
moistness that enveloped his face in the unleashed gushing of her consuming 
lust. 

Then she sank down, still, and for a moment he lay face-down between her 
legs, her orgasmic juices draining from her cunt down onto the mattress 
before him. He heard a sigh of satisfaction escape her lips, then raised his 
head to gaze up between her tautly arched breasts at her face. She'd raised 
her head and was looking down between them in turn at him. 

Harry's still semi erected cock leapt back toward hardness from the very 
grateful sensuality of her gaze. Her smoldering blue eyes stared hungrily at 
him, her lips voluptuously parted and moistened, her cheeks flushed with 
lingering passion. And looking at her breasts Harry saw that her nipples 
remained perked to tingling stiffness. 

He stared back at her, almost mesmerized. In all his life he didn't think 
he'd ever seen as erotic a sight as she now made. He thought perhaps he 
should speak to her, but he didn't know what to say and his throat was so 
dry he probably wouldn't have had a voice if he tried. Her unwavering stare 
burned through him, down to the pit of sensuality fermenting in his own 
loins. 

Then, with an almost animal growl, he raised himself from the bed and slid 
up over her still prone and surrendered body. 

Harry stared down in triumphant anticipation for a moment, then smashed his 
mouth down hers, his cock twitching suddenly back to full-fledged erection, 
gentleness leaving him like breeze leaving summer air. And as he ground down 
with a harsh, brutal kiss on her lips, her arms reached once more around his 
neck to hold his face to hers and she returned the crushing bestiality of 
his lips with a hungry nibbling and sucked his tongue greedily into her 
mouth. 

Harry felt the still obscenely aroused teenager's hands move over his back, 
her nails scratching cat-like across his flesh. He could feel her turgid 
nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his head was 
spinning from the combined lust and exhaustion which enveloped his aging 
body. But this cock-hungry teenager wanted to be fucked; he knew that now 
without a doubt and his penis loomed up harder and harder, prodding 
threateningly at her lust-wet pubic mound as he shifted his hips to fit 
better up between her widely parted thighs. 

She squirmed, drawing her legs together to clamp her soft moist pussy flesh 
about his hardened cock, hollowing in and out as though to milk it and draw 
it out to even greater length and rigidity. With a deep moan, Harry pulled 
his lips from the blonde girl's mouth and bit down hard on the tender skin 
of her neck, leaving a trail of red teeth-marks on her tanned skin as he 
worked his way down toward her upward arched breasts. Savagely he took one 
of the nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling until the girl cried 
out aloud from the sheer sensation. Then he spread her legs brutally wider 
with his knees, grasped the hard-throbbing shaft of his cock in his hand, 
and guided it toward her tiny virginal cunt. Without further preparation he 
surged heavily forward, pressing with all his might against the fearfully 
resisting little opening and the taut-stretched membrane within. 

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" Charleen cried out, snapping Harry back to his senses. 
Christ, what was he thinking? He'd just ripped into her like she was a 
ten-dollar whore. He looked up and saw that tears were streaming down her 
peach-fuzzed cheeks. Her hands, no longer touching him, were clenched in 
agony on the bed and her face was contorted with pain. Her features seemed 
particularly child-like and again it occurred to Harry how serious was the 
act he was committing. And the least he could do was be gentle with her. 
After all, she was only fifteen and his best friend's daughter. Then he 
could hardly believe his ears as the girl raised up and gazed down at him 
through her tear-filled eyes, speaking through gritted teeth with her 
cracked and quivering voice: "No, Uncle Harry. Don't stop. Come into me. I 
want you inside me." 

Harry couldn't believe it. She was actually begging him to continue. But 
still he hesitated. 

"Put your prick in my cunt," she gasped, her eyes never leaving his face. 
"Fuck me." 

The lewd words coming from this innocent young girl incited the older man 
back to his original plane of lust and he banished all thought of conscience 
from his mind. His passion-inflated cock was aching for release, and slowly, 
still keeping in mind that she was Jack Remmings's daughter, he squirmed his 
hips downward again to press the hard head of his cock against the entrance 
to her still tightly resisting little vagina. He dropped his hand between 
their sweat-streaked bodies, gently massaging her inner thighs and pushing 
them wider apart in hopes of facilitating the penetration to come, widening 
her cuntal lips with his fingers. Looking down, he could see the petal-like 
pink opening of her cunt contracting in dread and expectancy, a thin stream 
of vaginal fluid running mercifully down to further lubricate the tight 
little slit. Seeing that, he knew she was as ready as she would ever be. 

Now gently Harry guided the blood-engorged head of his cock up to the small 
waiting orifice. Even he was aware of the size difference and knew it was 
going to be difficult to get it in. But he'd brought her this far and now he 
was determined to try his best. He hesitated a moment longer, then took a 
deep breath and pushed slowly forward. 

Charleen squirmed away from the contact of the rock-hard penis against her 
lust-seared little pussy, and again Harry hesitated. But the sight of her 
silky tanned skin and the memory of her saltine taste in his mouth 
reinforced his determination, and eagerly he began to moisten his aching 
cock-head in the lubricant still flowing freely from her pulsating vagina. 

Tenderly he tested the slick head against the little star-shaped hole, 
flexing his hips slightly and causing his hardened rod of flesh to jerk 
forward against the continued resistance. Again Charleen's virgin cunt held 
firm, and now, almost desperate, he seized her hips and held her still 
beneath him, at the same time surging forward and managing to insert just 
the lust-bloated head of his penis up into the tight elastic hole between 
her open thighs. 

"Arrggghhh!" Another wail of pain erupted from Charleen's throat, but this 
time she could not draw back from the thrust and didn't try. She bore her 
pain as Harry rested with his cock-head lodged just inside her 
wide-stretched cuntal opening, giving her a chance to become accustomed to 
the unnatural violation. Then inch by inch he moved forward, embedding more 
and more of his mammoth cock up into the still tightly resisting vaginal 
sheath. 

Moan after tortured moan escaped the scheming teen-ager's lips, and her 
blonde head jerked from side to side on the bed. The sinewy walls of her 
cunt closed in on Harry's penis like an elastic glove, and she could feel 
every ridge and ripple as he sunk it at last to the hilt in her once-virgin 
pussy, shattering her maidenhead with the force of his size. 

"Auurrhh!" she moaned, but she took it all without struggling. 

Beads of perspiration had broken out on Harry's forehead from the exerting 
task of the excruciating entry, and his cock felt like it were being crushed 
in a velvet version of the iron maiden. Charleen's moans soon ceased as he 
remained motionless, but he could see the lingering imprint of pain mirrored 
in her face, and no sign of pleasure or passion. He knew this was part of 
woman's lot, like child-bearing, but somehow the sight of a virgin grunting 
in skewered agony had always struck a chord in Harry Thornton's heart and 
this time was no exception. He pitied her and he didn't want to hurt her, 
not any more than was necessary, that is. He could only hope for her sake 
that before he really started throwing it to her tight little pussy, the 
pain would somewhat subside. 

In the most gentlemanly manner he knew, Harry slowly withdrew his cock from 
the grasping crevice, and to his surprise it came out easier than he'd 
expected. He withdrew until just the bloated head was still buried within 
the tender folds of her cuntal entrance, then began to plow slowly forward 
again. This time his cock fitted into the tight sheath more easily, and 
though Charleen grimaced and further tears spilled down her cheeks, Harry 
enjoyed the consolation of at least not having to listen to her screams. The 
next time he was able to saw out and back in even more easily, as her 
ravished cuntal passage adjusted to his abnormal size and, aided by a fresh 
flowing of internal secretions, expanded freely with the approach of the 
burgeoning instrument up into her most secret depths. 

Now Charleen began to relax too. She'd already learned the first lesson, and 
that was that it didn't hurt half as bad if she didn't fight it. But she 
still experienced the uncomfortable sensation of feeling as if she'd been 
ripped apart at the seams. She didn't think she would ever be the same 
again, but she'd asked for this, hadn't she? Yes, she'd wanted it, and after 
a few more penetrations the pain had almost completely gone, and something 
had taken its place that felt almost good. A flicker of renewed heat was 
smoldering in her loins, and as Harry's in and out stroking became easier 
and easier, the spark ignited gradually into flames, shooting rushes of 
sensual heat up through her soft teen-aged body. Now her uncle began to saw 
in and out with longer and smoother strokes, and her virgin hunger fanned 
the flames into an inferno of raging lust that consumed her whole wantonly 
quivering body. 

And Harry's own not inconsiderable control was also failing him rapidly with 
the volcano that threatened to erupt in his own loins. He'd never felt 
anything like this tender young cunt, and he'd never dreamed a virgin could 
get so turned on the first time she had it done to her. He forgot his 
problems. He swept his troubles aside. Even his guilt and his anger at his 
wife Eileen faded for the moment and he concentrated on nothing but the 
effort to please and to be pleased by this supple young girl writhing in 
ecstasy and desire beneath him, begging for more and more of his hotly 
plunging cock. 

Charleen's hands moved up to clench about Harry's neck, and she lifted her 
legs and locked her ankles behind his back to give herself increased 
leverage. Mewls of wanton submission punctuated her every gasp for breath 
and her entire body writhed in serpentine frenzy. Every inch of her tanned 
flesh was naked and alive, hungering for his satisfying masculinity. Now her 
cunt longed for the continuation of the brutal ravishment and flowered 
suckingly open to receive the marauding instrument deeper and deeper up into 
her most secret and treasured depths. 

The inferno raging in the fifteen-year-old blonde was now completely out of 
control and she bucked her hips frenziedly against Harry's gyrating loins. 
Waves of passion flowed over her entire body and her eyes watered, dimmed 
with lust and impossible to focus. The feeling emanated from her loins, 
where every nerve-ending seemed to be boiling in a lewd fire of passion, and 
spread relentlessly over her sex-scorched flesh. 

"Ooohhh! Ooohhh Harry!" Charleen moaned. "Faster! Fuck me faster ... I'm 
cuummmiiinngg! " 

Then suddenly the jerking of her hips went completely out of control. Spasm 
after spasm twisted and racked her body. Her head spun and flashes of pinks 
and purples and reds and blues interspersed with brilliant white light 
exploded in her brain. The room whirled about her, a multi-colored 
kaleidoscope rotating with the speed of light. A strange banshee wailing 
welled to her lips and she rocked and tossed in a final mania of lust and 
passion, all restraint left behind in her hedonistic search for 
gratification. 

Finally, the volcano erupted in Harry too. He battered his hips against her 
hotly spasming loins in staccato frenzy as he spewed spurt after spurt of 
hot bubbling cum far up into her yielding cunt. Savage growls tore from his 
throat, sounds he couldn't have recognized as coming from himself and over 
which he had no control. And together they clung and tossed in a feverish 
love-grip, her tight quivering belly undulating in spasms from the force and 
impact of his shattering orgasm pumping its r essence deep into her no 
longer virginal cunt. 

Then Harry collapsed on the exhausted fifteen-year-old, their bodies 
mutually spent in lust. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He was beset 
vaguely by guilt, by apprehension, and he knew that by no known law of 
nature would he be permitted to have what he had just had without paying for 
it some time in the future. 

But even knowing that, the lust-inured older man couldn't bring himself to 
regret what he'd done. He'd save regret for later. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In the event that Eileen had returned home and happened to be watching the 
cabin from the house, Harry had Charleen slip out the back window. From 
there she could make her way down to her friend Donna's, where she could 
pretend to have been the whole time, then return by way of the road and the 
front door of the house. He kissed her and cautioned her to say nothing to 
Donna about what had happened. Then he freshened up in the bathroom, combed 
his hair, and strode, pretending nonchalance, back up the trail to the 
house. 

Eileen, clad in a brief bikini, was indeed home, sitting in the den with a 
drink in her hand. Her voluptuous, richly tanned flesh was damp, revealing 
she'd also been for a swim. And Harry could tell from the look in her eyes 
that this drink was not her first. w 

"Hello, Hon," he said, trying to sound casual. "Where'd you go?" 

"Where'd I go?" the angry brunette mimicked her husband, waving her glass. 
She laughed. Then her laughter faded, as did the smile on her face, and only 
a contemptuous glare remained. 

Harry stared back at her, rage again welling in his chest. But even in his 
satisfied state he couldn't help being conscious of her bare flesh, of her 
full rounded breasts that appeared as if any moment they could burst out of 
her bikini, conscious of her smoothly tanned skin, glistening with moisture, 
and most of all of the striking contrast between her mature body and 
Charleen Remmings's fresh and virginal figure. Was one more attractive than 
the other? Now Harry couldn't be sure. Each had it's own merits. It seemed 
almost that the two such different female bodies complimented each other. It 
seemed as if both belonged in his repertoire of women to love. It seemed now 
to Harry that his response to his wife's body, after the wanton seduction at 
the hands of their sensuous young houseguest and the rousing ejaculation 
she'd wrenched from his balls and cock, were the greatest argument in favor 
of returning to polygamy, perhaps even to the oriental harem system, he'd 
thought of in a long time. And he told himself that system could have its 
advantages for the woman too. If he could, by some twist of fate, have 
enjoyed the possession of Charleen and Eileen at the same time, they could 
each have the satisfaction of knowing that when he took them-and it would be 
often he was taking them for themselves, not just because of habit or 
because they were the only female around. 

"Where's the little love-nymph?" Eileen asked, her voice slurred. 

Harry's eyes narrowed and his face reddened as he was snapped from his 
winsome reverie. "Are you referring to Charleen?" 

"Yes, Dear. That's exactly who I'm referring to. Did you leave the little 
thing down at your hideaway? To sneak back later under a cover of darkness 
perhaps?" 

"She hasn't been to my office. She went to the Williams's with Donna." 

Eileen smiled a leering smile. "My, my. And how do you know. She sent you a 
f message by homing pigeon, or were just her thoughts enough?" 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" 

"Well, Harry, if you've been at your cabin and she's been here and at 
Donna's, how do you know that's where she went. Can you be sure she didn't 
run away with a tinker or a traveling evangelist?" 

He hadn't even been aware of his movement, his walking feet. He hadn't 
realized he'd been striding toward her. It was instinct, the instinct of a 
trapped animal. He knew he'd given himself away, and his two choices were to 
retreat or to attack. Harry attacked without thinking, hardly knowing that 
was what he was doing until he felt and heard his hand strike her face. 

Eileen recoiled from the blow. He stood over her, trembling, confused. She 
shook her head, then laughed raucously. "I should have married Jack 
Remmings," she said. "That was the big mistake of my life." 

"I'm sure it was," he growled. 

"I really don't know why I didn't," said Eileen. "But if I had, then she 
wouldn't even have been born. Now that would hardly have been fair to you, 
would it?" 

"Fuck off." 

"But that's not the real reason I should have married him." 

Harry said nothing. It was a sore spot he didn't want to talk about. It had 
almost cost him his friendship with Jack. There'd been a time when they'd 
both loved Eileen, or both thought they loved her. But she'd been Jack's 
fiance, and it was Jack who enlisted first. Harry was drafted a month later 
and during a month a lot of things can happen between a lonely woman and a 
man who knows that soon he will be in the army, in a war, possibly dead or 
wounded or in a freezing prison camp. When he left for boot camp he, too, 
was engaged to Eileen, and in that sense she had technically two fianc's. 
Jack had been rejoined with his friend by coincidence at the front, some 
months later, and to Harry's shock, Jack hadn't learned about his and 
Eileen's engagement. He hadn't received a letter, though Eileen had sent 
one. Apparently the letter had been blown up in an artillery attack and 
never delivered. Then it was up to Harry to break the news to Jack. 

"Do you know or not?" 

That was Eileen. She'd been repeating the question over and over, louder 
each time, but only when she screamed it did it serve to snap Harry back. 

"Do I know what?" 

"Do you know why I should have married Jack instead of you, Harry Dear?" 

"You tell me." 

"He's better in bed." 

Watching the transformation in her husband's face, Eileen realized she'd 
gone too far. She'd wanted to attack Harry's super ego right at the point of 
origin-his balls, and she had really gotten him. She'd gotten him good. But 
not quite good enough. She'd never seen him look the way he looked now. By 
comparison, the expression he'd worn the day he spanked her was cherubic. 

"I didn't mean it," she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Harry. I was 
kidding." 

He slapped at the drink in her hand. The glass went flying across the room 
to shatter with a crash against the wall. Then he seized her wrist and 
yanked her, whimpering, to her feet. 

"No, Harry. No, please. I'm sorry." 

He reached for her bikini top, slipping his hand down between her ripely 
rounded breasts to grasp the flimsy halter, and yanked violently, almost 
pulling her off her feet. She felt the strap cutting into the tender flesh 
of her back, the elastic stretching. Then the snap tore loose with a pop and 
he tossed the strip of cloth away, leaving her naked from the waist up and 
with nothing to protect her but the skimpy bottom half of her swimsuit, 
which he reached for immediately. 

"I'll take it off," she whined. 

Harry grinned as Eileen, retreating just out of reach, started to shimmy out 
of the bikini bottom. Pleased with the erection looming up in his trousers 
in spite of the fact that less than an hour before with Charleen he'd 
thought himself completely sated, he watched the teasing revelation of the 
black triangle of hair of his wife's cunt and her white naked buttocks, 
hardly even marked from yesterday's spanking. 

"Get down on the floor," he snapped, undoing the buckle of his belt and the 
snap of his trousers. 

Eileen hesitated, cringing with terror. "But ... Charleen?" 

"She can watch. Get your ass down on that floor before I knock you down." 

With a sinking feeling Eileen realized she had no choice but to comply. Her 
husband was a madman, and now she couldn't be completely sure she wasn't 
actually in physical danger. As Harry's pants dropped to his thighs to 
expose the frighteningly large erection in his boxer shorts, Eileen dropped 
weakly to her knees, then started to recline on her back. 

"The other way," Harry growled. "On your hands and knees." 

Eileen shook her head in desperation. "No, Harry, not that." She rolled 
over, cringing with shame, as Harry started to position himself behind her. 
"Not dog fashion." 

"We're not doing it dog fashion; dogs don't do it in the ass." 

A little yelp rose in Eileen's throat and she looked back in terror over her 
shoulder, tears streaming from her eyes down her cheeks. Then she shuddered 
as her husband's hand came down on her shoulder, shoving her face and 
breasts down to the carpet until her naked buttocks waved defenselessly back 
in the air. Her ass-cheeks were completely unprotected, and though it was 
futile, she clenched them together in fearful desperation. Then his palms 
flattened on her buttocks and he spread them wide apart in spite of all her 
efforts, feasting his eyes on the little puckered ring of her anus nestled 
between the quivering half-moons. He could see the pink split of her cunt 
beneath it and just glimpse the hair-shrouded little button of her clitoris. 
The faint piquant odor of her loins rose to his nostrils, and he inhaled 
with savor. 

Then deliberately he lowered his head, flicking his tongue from his mouth to 
run it along the length of the widespread nether crack. Eileen pulled 
forward spontaneously in an attempt to escape the salacious licking, but he 
held her fast and she could do nothing to free herself as his tongue grazed 
right over her tiny elastic anal ring, jabbing at its tight resiliency. He 
nipped at the fleshy loaves of her buttocks, leaving indentations of his 
teeth in the tender white skin, the bristle on his chin sandpapering the 
flesh to angry redness. Then with his extended middle finger, he began to 
probe at the tightly resisting little entrance to her rectum as Eileen r 
whimpered in fear and trembled on her knees before him. 

Harry felt as if he were possessed by the devil, being driven on and on to 
greater and more perverted cruelties. It was as if he had no control over 
his base actions and could only follow the orders of his unmentionable 
master. He was spellbound by the perverse deed he contemplated perpetrating 
on his wife and the very lewdness of it seemed only to spur him on. Saliva 
from his lascivious licking of her upturned buttocks drooled down her 
trembling thighs as he prodded with his tongue at her anus, and his 
breathing was only a hoarse animal wheezing. 

Eileen, kneeling before him, was almost beyond fear. She was getting to know 
a side of her husband she could never have suspected even existed, but she 
still didn't believe he really had the slightest intention of doing to her 
what he'd said he wanted to do. But whatever it was he finally would subject 
her to, she just wanted to have it done with and over, and she doubted if 
she were any longer even capable of feeling pain in the traditional sense. 
She thought that she'd gone beyond the level of human feeling. 

Then, as she felt Harry's finger jab suddenly and brutally at the small 
tight hole nestled between her upthrust buttocks she realized how very wrong 
she had been in that assumption. She felt this, and felt it with an 
intensity beyond almost anything she'd ever known. 

"AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!" Eileen screamed suddenly as the tip of the finger 
penetrated ruthlessly into the tight elastic opening of her anus and slipped 
painfully deep into her rectum. A lash of agony shot through her and she 
felt as if her entire back passage was on fire. It was like having a red-hot 
poker shoved directly into her rectum, and she jerked her buttocks wildly 
from side to side in an attempt to escape the searing penetration. Reaching 
back with her hand, she seized Harry's wrist and yanked it away so his 
finger left with a pop that seemed to turn her anal ring wrong side out and 
caused an even more desperate cry to burst from her lips. 

Harry stared agog for a moment at his wife's brazen action. Her continued 
defiance kindled an additional anger in him, and snarling like a cornered 
wolf, he jammed his finger without warning back between her defenseless 
buttocks, shoving it all the way up into her vainly resisting anus. 

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Eileen shrieked, the new intrusion even more painful 
than the last. She ground her head down into the carpet, trying to block out 
the brain-shattering pain that danced up her spine from its source deep in 
her tortured asshole. 

But the finger remained deeply embedded in her virginal rectum. And then to 
add injury to insult it began to probe curiously around inside the tender 
canal, stretching and widening it almost beyond the limits of her endurance. 
At the same time, Harry's other hand dug cruelly into her hip, holding her 
in position so it seemed that her entire body was just one seething mass of 
pain. Even her knees ached from the hardness of the floor beneath the 
carpet, and her very spirit was almost broken by the sheer indignity of her 
physical position. 

Then, to her intense and unexpected relief, she felt Harry drawing his 
finger back out of her sorely stretched rectum, and the pain seemed to 
lessen momentarily. Eileen was on the verge of actually sighing with relief 
when suddenly she felt her ass-cheeks being stretched apart even more 
relentlessly than before. Looking back over her shoulder in confusion, 
Eileen saw that her husband was kneeling behind her and prodding up between 
her buttocks with the anger-hardened shaft of his penis itself, and she 
whimpered distantly as she felt it prod right up against the already 
obscenely ravished little hole of her anus. 

Harry tested the fleshy lust-filled head of his cock against the tiny 
opening that was his objective. Her anus was stretched some from the obscene 
plundering of his finger, and was lubricated from his furious tongue-licking 
and the spreading upward of her freely flowing vaginal juices. After careful 
consideration, he determined his plan was worth a try. 

With a sudden grunt, Harry lunged forward, implanting just the tip of his 
cock inside his wife's tortured rectum. A long low moan of pure animal pain 
sounded from her lips and Eileen feebly tried to jerk her buttocks away from 
the cruelly skewering rod of blood-inflated cock-flesh, but her strength was 
ebbing and almost without effort Harry was able to hold her in the proper 
position. 

"Arrgghhh! Unh! Unh! Nooooooo!" Then he sliced forward again, thrusting his 
giant shaft of male flesh deeper into the tightly clinging depths of his 
wife's anus, straight up into the glove-like recesses of her sacred rectum 
itself. He felt her body quivering under his touch, and another scream of 
pain rent the air. 

Now Eileen's mind went almost blank. She was conscious of only one thing, 
the agonizing pain. Even her shame and embarrassment at her humiliating 
circumstances disappeared, and all that mattered was the desire to be 
finished with her ordeal. 

"Oh stop, Harry. Please stop," she sobbed. "You're splitting me open." 

But Harry was only goaded on by the whining quality of her plea and he 
thrust forward again and sank even more of his lustfully twitching cock up 
into the rubbery walls of her outrageously distended rectal sheath. Then, 
realizing that her every movement only served to draw the brutally stiffened 
weapon deeper into her forbidden sanctuary, Eileen ceased to struggle. 

At last, his penis embedded to the hilt, Harry rested the weight of his body 
on the soft cushion of his wife's buttocks for a moment, then began to 
slowly fuck in and out of the now slickly lubricated passage of her rectum. 

Pain spread like wildfire through Eileen's body as she felt the cheeks of 
her buttocks being pulled even farther apart, allowing her husband to sink 
his fleshy cock-shaft deeper and deeper into her virginal rectum. She lay 
completely still, not daring to breathe or move in response, fearful that 
any motion would only serve to further increase the pain. Her hips, 
inhumanly gripped by his strong hands, still felt numb, but her anus had 
attained an unknown height of sensitivity and she could feel every ridge and 
ripple of the enormous cock buried far up inside it, the hard fleshy length 
and thickness expanding the softly yielding flesh almost unbearably. 

Harry stared down at his plunging penis working in and out between his 
dark-haired wife's buttocks. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink-fleshed 
inner ridges clinging to his withdrawing pole, his eyes remaining riveted as 
he rammed it hard back into her caressing anal depths until he felt his 
balls slap into her moistened cunt-hair lower down between her thighs. He 
could feel her periodically clenching in an attempt to squeeze him out, and 
though he figured that would only increase the pain for her, the glove-like 
tightness only multiplied the pleasure for him, transporting him to even 
more intense enjoyment of the obscene ravishment he was subjecting her to. 

Eileen knelt with her head pressed flat on her hands, letting her body sag 
beneath Harry's brutal assault. Gradually she relaxed and then to her 
surprise the pain began to abate. Her breath returned almost to normal. 
Again she was able to think about something besides the excruciating agony 
she'd experienced during and right after the initial penetration, and she 
tried to occupy her mind by contemplating the source of her husband's 
cruelty. It derived immediately, of course, from her remark about his friend 
Jack being better in bed, a remark that wasn't quite correct as she'd never 
been able to decide which of the two men was the best. They were both 
excellent. But even that remark didn't seem to justify his doing this to 
her. This was far worse than the spanking he had given her. It was depraved, 
outrageous, inhuman. 

Then Eileen was drawn suddenly from her thoughts as she became aware of a 
new sensation that seemed to be replacing the pain that had previously 
devastated the depths of her rectum-a small needle-prick of fire. It was a 
not completely unpleasant tingling that quickly grew. Remembering the lewd 
flowing of her cuntal secretions when Harry spanked her, Eileen shivered in 
sudden horror that her body might betray her again. If she wasn't very 
careful, she might find that by some warped masochistic sense of response 
she would actually start enjoying the vile action she was being subjected 
to. Against this, she clamped her legs together, clenching her buttocks in 
an attempt to quell the little spark that was beginning to ignite within her 
belly. But it was all to no avail. Now her tightening efforts only served to 
intensify the sensation, and as Harry's sawing and rocking rhythm continued, 
the desire welling through her body only increased. The flames licked up to 
spread out of control over her nakedly quivering flesh and her whole body 
felt charged with electricity, tingling, demanding more and more of the 
sheer raw sensation until she realized miserably that she'd become a willing 
accomplice in her husband's obscene assault. 

She was just as bad as he was. 

The strange masochistic pleasure swirling through Eileen's belly would not 
be contained, and a low ecstatic moan escaped of its own accord from her 
lips. Her slowly awakened body began to undulate and she clenched her 
ass-cheeks fist-like in time with her husband's surges as if to suck the 
hard shaft of his cock all the way up into the depths of her rectum. 

Harry realized his wife was finally on the verge of giving in. She was an 
adaptable woman with a basic love for cock and he'd been pretty certain 
she'd come around to his way of thinking on the subject of sodomy before too 
long. Sensing his triumph, he felt an exultant pride overtake him and he 
intensified his efforts, sending his penis slashing harder and harder up 
into her widened nether passage, shattering the last resistance of her 
clenching sphincter, his cum-filled balls pounding hard against her upraised 
cunt. 

Now all concern for the moral considerations of what was happening to her 
was abandoned and Eileen really began to respond in earnest. She rocked her 
buttocks backward, flooded with ecstatic masochistic joy that enveloped her 
in a whirlpool. She jerked her naked ass-cheeks violently against her 
husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum back against his hotly impaling 
cock, trying to devour every inch of its massive length in her 
wide-stretched anal canal. 

"Oooooooohhhhh," she mewled through clenched teeth. "Oh fuck it, Harry. Fuck 
it harder!" 

Incited by her lewd command, Harry complied, ramming even more furiously up 
between her buttocks, lunging again and again until his breathing became 
strained and ragged and perspiration dripped from his chest down onto her 
squirming back. 

"AAAAYYYYEEEE!" Eileen moaned like an Indian. "Hurt me! Split me apart! Make 
me feel it!" 

Her body thrashed uncontrollably as her hungry rectum gobbled the powerfully 
driving cock-shaft and now the salacious realization of what she was being 
subjected to only served to heighten the skewered brunette's frenzy. She was 
obsessed. She wanted more and more and nothing mattered but the obscene 
smacking of Harry's hips on her buttocks and the surging penetration of his 
enormous cock up between them. 

Now the lust-crazed woman could feel her rectum contracting of its own 
accord as if in attempt to milk every ounce of sensation from the skewering 
impalement of the lust-engorged cock that violated her. Then she shuddered 
as she heard Harry suddenly groan and felt his body begin a wild trembling 
above her. 

"Oh Christ," he gasped. "I'm going to cum in your ass. Fuck back, for 
chrissake. Fuck back!" 

An instant later she felt the hot river of his semen sweep like a floodtide 
deep up into her anal passage, lubricating it so completely the pain she'd 
experienced earlier was not only gone but forgotten and she experienced 
nothing but searing masochistic pleasure. She was conscious of every pumping 
twitch as he emptied his hot load of sperm far up into her wildly clasping 
depths, and as her hand shot up involuntarily to touch her own bursting 
clitoris, she was also overcome by an almost insane convulsion of pleasure. 
She flailed madly, wiggling her buttocks from side to side, screaming 
obscenities she'd rarely ever even heard as her naked ass-cheeks were 
battered in a last fury of violent lunges and she was swept away in the 
mainstream of a shattering orgasm that almost blanked her mind. 

Then she sank, whimpering in exhaustion, down onto the rough carpet of the 
floor, Harry's weight sagging heavily on top of her, his deflating cock 
slipping with a little pop from her violated anal orifice. 

She convulsed for a moment longer, then the madness of the climax that 
engulfed her began to fade. And as she felt Harry's hand caressing lightly 
along the back of her neck, she stiffened. 

"There," he cooed in her ear. "That didn't hurt so bad, did it?" 

Something happened inside her. The masochistic bliss she'd so thrived on was 
forgotten, and she felt only loathing and bitterness. She experienced a 
return of the suspicion that had originally prompted them. She turned, 
wiping her eyes, and glared at her husband with contempt. 

"It didn't hurt you, you mean to say, don't you! It hurt me very much." 

Not bothering to retrieve her bikini, Eileen pushed herself up and walked 
naked from the room and down the hall to their bedroom. Once inside, she 
locked the door. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Harry waited at his desk in the cabin. Out the window he could see Charleen 
splashing lazily in the pool. He looked at his watch. Three in the 
afternoon. In a few minutes, he thought with hungry relish, she would emerge 
from the pool. She would go into the house and tell Eileen she was on her 
way over to Donna Williams's. She would leave the house by the front door, 
then down the road she would duck into the woods. A short while later he 
would hear the knocking on the back window and let her in. 

It was nice, a really nice set-up. Of course he still felt occasional 
conscience pangs, and he did wonder what he was going to do a week or so 
from now when Jack got back and his daughter left. His marriage continued to 
"work" only because of Charleen. He had all he wanted from the sensuous 
young blonde, and to hell with Eileen. Funny, even now he didn't really feel 
that way. But his wife had stone-walled him completely. She'd closed him out 
and it seemed there was nothing he could do about it. Of course maybe things 
would change for the better, as far as the two of them were concerned, after 
Charleen had gone. But Harry wouldn't have made a bet on it. After all, it 
didn't seem now that Charleen had anything to do with their problem any 
more. His relationship with the supple blonde teenager had been so discreet 
that Eileen couldn't still suspect he was even interested in the girl. 

Looking up from his thoughts, Harry was surprised to see that Charleen was 
gone from the swimming pool. He glanced again at his watch. She was going to 
be on time for today's rendezvous, a rare occurrence. But he was so fond of 
the young girl, he found her tardiness more charming than annoying. 

Harry smiled and got up and walked to the bedroom. He unlatched the window, 
then unbuttoned his shirt down the front and lay it open across his hairy 
chest. He closed his eyes lazily and it seemed he'd slipped into a dream 
before he heard the light tapping at the window, opened his eyes and saw 
Charleen's beaming face framed in it. 

"It's open," he said. 

The sensuous teenaged girl retrieved the box Harry had left in back of the 
cabin for this purpose and hoisted herself through the window and to the 
floor beside the bed. She paused for a moment, licking her lips in a 
suggestive gesture, then reached up behind her back to loosen the snap of 
her bikini top. She let it fall lightly away to reveal her small, ripely 
contoured breasts, then quickly shimmied out of the bottom. She stood beside 
the bed, enjoying the feasting of Harry's eyes on her naked loveliness, then 
after a moment got onto the cot with her knees beside his still prone body. 
He waited, his head resting on his palms, hands locked behind his neck, 
curious to see what she would do. She had a vivid imagination, and he 
unceasingly marveled at the curiosity with which she approached the act of 
making love. 

Again she licked her lips. Then, with a clumsiness that excited him she 
reached down and unbuckled his trousers, her hand brushing his stirring cock 
from the outside of the material as she drew the zipper slowly downward to 
open his fly. Then her fingers slipped in to withdraw his still half-limber 
penis. 

Harry sighed, closing his eyes as he felt the young girl begin to stroke 
slowly up and down along his sensitive flesh, her hands lightly cupping his 
balls. She searched with her fingers through the wiry pubic hair, tugging at 
the matted curls, then returned her attention to his now swiftly erecting 
cock. She took the hardening shaft in her hands, rolling it back and forth 
between her palms, all the while pulling at it gently as if to stretch it 
forcibly to the greater length she desired. He could feel it twitching 
spontaneously in her hand and when he opened his eyes to peer downward he 
saw it had become infused with a reddish glow. The head had taken on more 
obese proportions, and the whole length of it began to protrude up pole-like 
from the forest of his pubic hair. The blue veins were raised against the 
smooth surface, seeming to palpitate beneath the girl's gentle touch. Then 
her fingers grated along the webbed underside and she probed at the base 
where it separated from his loins, digging at the foundation to send little 
thrills of delight coursing over his tingling flesh. 

With a sultry smile on her face, Charleen leaned down over his loins and a 
moment later the caress of her fingers on his penis was augmented by the 
delicious contact of warm lips. Her mouth kissed softly over the burgeoning 
head, then more of the swollen length was sucked tenderly up into the 
exquisite warmth and moisture. Her eyes were closed, her silken blonde hair 
falling down over her face and over his own loins, and through the golden 
veil Harry could see her pinkly ovaled lips slide lower down the straining 
shaft until the head of his cock was touching all the way to the back of her 
throat. He thought it must be choking her, but even in his concern he made 
no move to withdraw as he felt his sensitive flesh ripple along her ridged 
palate and he discerned her teeth scratching softly up and down along the 
slippery length. 

Harry's balls were still cupped protectively in the young girl's palm and 
her other hand gripped the little bit of his penis-shaft that remained 
outside her mouth. Her tongue teased hungrily at the tiny opening at the tip 
of the blood-engorged head, darting in and out of the little slit and 
licking up the faint emission of seminal fluid that seeped to the surface. 
Her teeth played gently against the sensitive under channel and her lips 
slipped claspingly up and down as she began a slow bobbing movement. 

The young girl labored as if in a trance. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded, 
her head pumping from side to side as she lasciviously sucked and licked 
every tingling inch of the monstrous pole, her tongue swirling faster and 
faster and her breath issuing hotly down around the base and into his pubic 
hair. 

Now the aroused teenager could taste the mildly sour flavor of his freely 
seeping seminal fluid, and it served only to stimulate her hunger and 
longing. Her hand pumped automatically at his sperm-loaded balls, pummeling 
them as if in an effort to send their seed prematurely on its way to her 
throat. She could feel the knobby head pressing almost painfully toward her 
larynx, but she made no move to ease the giant instrument from between her 
lips. Instead she seemed to relish her suffering, seemed to attempt to 
swallow more and more of it into the cavern of her already completely filled 
mouth. 

A blissful rapture was spreading over Harry Thornton. He felt as if his head 
were floating, ballooning upward to dizzy sensual heights. Every muscle and 
vein in his body seemed to be bursting with unspent passion, and he thought 
that around the two of them the whole world must be standing still in 
reverence to the beauty of the young girl's act of uncompelled submission. 

His buttocks began to jerk and twitch on the cot, spurring her to even more 
intense efforts. He groaned, opening his eyes to stare down leeringly as he 
felt the fire growing up inside his loins, as he felt his balls begin to 
swell and chum. He knew Charleen could understand these signals by now, and 
yet her sucking only intensified, the rhythm of her bobbing head only 
increased. 

Then, just when he thought the beginnings of uncontained release would 
overcome him completely, a sixth sense seemed to warn Harry. He stiffened, 
his eyes opening wide. He looked first to the door, still securely closed, 
then turned his gaze the other direction toward the window through which 
Charleen had entered. And his mouth dropped open at the sight which greeted 
him. 

Donna Williams, clad in her familiar tight shorts and halter, stood on the 
box, looking through. And not only was she looking through; she was about to 
climb through. 

"Jesus Christ!" Harry gasped, his penis starting almost instantly to 
deflate, though Charleen, still oblivious to the other girl's presence, 
continued her fervent sucking of his cock. 

As he watched the voluptuous, dark-skinned fourteen year old shimmying 
across the window ledge, Harry could not even find the words to speak. And 
he couldn't separate the montage of thoughts running rampant through his 
mind. All he knew, all he could fix on coherently, was the realization that 
he was probably in worse trouble than he'd been in for years. He was through 
in Marin County. He was through in California. He was probably through in 
the whole country, everywhere except San Quentin or Soledad where he might 
not be finished for a great many years to come. 

Then with a mighty effort Harry did manage a feeble grunt: "Charleen. Stop. 
We're in trouble." 

"That's all right, Mr. Thornton," said Donna. "Charleen and me planned 
this." 

Harry jerked his head back, his mouth dropping open. Then he almost passed 
out, his cock twitching again of its own volition up into Charleen's 
enveloping mouth, as he saw Donna Williams strip off her halter to free her 
budding young breasts, and start to wriggle out of her tight pussy-high 
shorts. Oh my God, Harry thought. I better vote against that death penalty 
referendum or after what's going to happen today San Quentin might only be a 
stopover on my way to the bosom of the Lord. 

Then Harry gasped as the brunette girl, the daughter of his next-door 
neighbor, bounded onto the narrow bed to a standing position, her head 
almost touching the low ceiling of the cabin, her feet planted on either 
side of his face so that he stared straight up her inner thighs right into 
the pink-flushed slit of her dainty and almost hairless little pussy. She 
smiled down at him hungrily, wriggling her buttocks in a little shimmy that 
almost made Harry forget that this was not a blessing but sheer disaster. 

"Will you eat my pussy, Mr. Thornton?" the tempting little sexpot asked with 
a giggle. "Will you eat me the way you ate Charleen the other day?" 

Harry didn't even get a chance to answer. Donna squatted quicker than a 
monkey and suddenly he felt a weight on his chest, a stifling warmness over 
his face as a shadow descended over him. Before he could pull away, the 
moist fleshy heat settled itself down on his cheeks and nose and mouth and 
for an instant panic seized him as his breath was cut off completely. He 
didn't have to guess what it was that had smothered him. It was Donna 
Williams's succulent little cunt and, pinioned beneath her, Harry had no 
choice but to accede to her demands. Shifting his head slightly, he caught a 
few precious gasps of air in his lungs and in the process sniffed in deeply 
of her spicy feminine odor, flavored with the moisture of her sweet little 
cunt. 

Tentatively, Harry flicked out his tongue to dab at the narrow pink slit 
above him. He felt the girl's buttocks jerk over his face from the 
unexpected contact. Then with a groan she settled herself back on his tongue 
and lips and he began to swipe hungrily at her luscious little cunt, blowing 
and sucking and twirling his tongue around the moistening folds and crevices 
of her tight little vaginal orifice to elicit tiny gasps of pleasure and 
anticipation from deep in her throat. 

Then a louder cry welled up from her chest as his searching tongue found the 
tiny little bud of her clitoris and he began to massage and tweak the 
swollen button, gently titillating and tracing his tongue up and down along 
the sparsely haired cunt-lips until they filled with blood and began to 
swell perceptively with the brunette's rising desire. 

Encouraged by her response, Harry tickled the moist pink inner lips of her 
pussy, feeling their immediate dilation, and dabbed eagerly up and down 
along the small cuntal opening as Donna purred and mewled in gratitude for 
his self-subjugating endeavors. 

The excited forty year old man lifted his hands to the teenager's hips, 
placing one on each of the girl's tightly rounded buttocks, his fingers 
caressing eagerly over the velvet flesh and guiding her to undulate in a 
wide circular motion. At the same time her hands instinctively began to 
massage his shoulders, running lightly along his neck and down into the hair 
of his chest and armpits. 

Now Harry was really licking and sucking voraciously at the proffered cunt 
snuggled down over his face. He flicked his tongue repeatedly up and down 
the quivering inner pussy flesh, drawing its nectar-sweet juices into his 
mouth. His teeth nipped lightly at the edges of her thinly haired lips, 
clinging to them as his tongue teased the imprisoned flesh unmercifully. 
Then, determined to please, he returned his attention to her budding young 
clitoris. 

The little organ had increased considerably in size since his last contact, 
and he bit the little bud with a series of little nibbles, each sending a 
jolt through the brown-haired girl's twitching body. 

Deep sighs escaped her as his tongue snaked in and out of her lust-seared 
pussy, deeper and deeper up between the warm wet walls as though in search 
of her most secret inner sanctum. 

Harry could feel the velvety vaginal sheath contracting and spasming on his 
tongue and he twirled his tongue around inside it more rapidly, whipping up 
a froth of the freely flowing female secretions which dripped from her 
vagina and formed a foam at the comers of his mouth. His face was becoming 
flushed from his exertion. His lungs cried for fresh air. His penis, over 
which Charleen had ever persisted with her own masochistic ministrations, 
was crying out for eruption and release. 

The engorged hardness had risen back to even greater erection after its 
momentary deflation, and now it towered out from his hairy loins. Charleen 
was purring like a kitten around the hard fleshy pillar, her throat muscles 
milking at it with a durability that astounded even Harry. The whole length 
of her velvet tongue washed the underside of his straining cockshaft with 
the saliva that issued from her throat, and periodically she raised up to 
kiss and blow gently at the sensitive tip, or let it slip from her mouth as 
she plunged her face down to paint his balls with her slavering tongue, her 
hand still holding his cock-shaft itself firmly by the base as if she feared 
it would attempt to escape her. And already Harry felt the quivering in his 
sperm-bloated testicles as she trailed her wet tongue over them again and 
again, sucking them greedily up between her lips. Then she let them drop and 
enclosed her mouth back over the jerking shaft of his penis, continuing to 
exploit it as if in effort to milk it forever dry. 

Harry would love to have seen all this, but his head was still helplessly 
imprisoned between Donna's thighs, his cheeks crushed together, his nose 
tickled by her downy cunt-hair and his tongue pulled almost from its roots 
up into her slipperily suctioning pussy. And now with diminishing 
conscience, he licked harder up and down the softness of the tingling little 
slit, relishing the pungently flowing cuntal moisture that still dribbled 
freely down over his cheeks and chin and into his mouth. His strange sucking 
sounds echoed through the little room and he devoted himself without 
inhibition or restraint, longing to bring this sensuous young girl to climax 
simultaneously with his own. 

Donna had never really known anything like this. Old man Thornton really 
knew how to do it to a girl, and she rode his tongue like an equestrian 
heroine misplaced on a wild bronco. Never for a moment did she relinquish 
the grip of her thighs around his face. Her body rocked with a movement of 
its own and she squirmed her hot little pussy eagerly down to meet the 
slurping of Harry's tongue up into her lust-moistened loins. The walls of 
her cunt closed in on his lips and tongue in spasming contractions as he 
worked desperately to maintain her building desire. 

Now Harry could hear Charleen moaning from her own exertions around his 
rock-hard cock, and he flexed it deeper into her throat, lunging his hips up 
so his loins smacked against her face. Opening his eyes, he peered up 
between the two developing buds of Donna's naked breasts to her 
desire-contorted face. Her eyes were closed, her lips bared over gritted 
teeth. Her torso swayed and her small breasts bobbed maddeningly as thin 
rivulets of perspiration drained down the little valley between them. Her 
taut flat stomach palpitated with the force of her grindings down onto his 
face and the curly surface of her sparse-haired pubic mound glistened with 
more of the perspiration. Again he raised his hands and kneaded the rocking 
moons of her ass-cheeks, shaping the tightly rounded flesh with his fingers, 
guiding her frenzied undulations over his slavering face. Between the two 
teenaged girls his body was wracked and buffeted, convulsing with tremors as 
he surrendered completely to their hungry needs. 

Now, Harry thought, they were really getting somewhere. He could tell it 
wasn't going to take Donna much longer, and his own prick was leaping 
gymnastically in the heat of Charleen's mouth from the building fomentation 
swirling in his balls. His flesh was on fire, as though volcanic lava surged 
up from his loins all through his veins, and as he began a last series of 
rapid lunges into Charleen's mouth, Donna's sex-aroused body contorted even 
more wildly above his face. 

"I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" the girl shrieked, bouncing frenziedly up and down 
on his cheeks. Her warm juices flowed like oil over his mouth and nose, 
their honey-like sweetness seeming to seep in through his skin. Her tight 
little cunt convulsed in orgasmic spasms, and as he strained to take her to 
the very end, he felt an ache at the root of his tongue as if any moment her 
little pussy would rip it up and swallow it entirely. 

But at the same time the fire within his own balls and cock was raging also 
out of control. His body began a lewd dance of wanton abandon in its prone 
position on the bed. He jerked and tossed in a frenzy of passion and 
release, continuing to slurp and lick at Donna's pussy even as he pumped the 
hot torrent of his lustfully searing cum up into Charleen's mouth. 

Then as Donna started to sink in exhaustion above him, he jerked his head 
free from beneath her buttocks, determined to bear witness to Charleen's 
masochistic humiliation, leering greedily as her face billowed and hollowed 
over his gushing cock, as she milked and swallowed every drop of his molten 
semen. She gasped and sputtered, gagging as though she would be drowned, 
then sank to her side in exhaustion, an excess of milk-white cum overflowing 
from the comers of her pouty little mouth. 

Finally, they all regained their breathing, and after a moment the two naked 
young girls moved up to lie lengthwise on either side of the sated Harry 
Thornton. They kissed him gratefully on the lips, one of them at a time. And 
then.... 

And then they kissed each other. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Eileen sat alone, sipping her gin and tonic, on the edge of the pool. She 
gazed down sadly at her two deep-tanned, fully voluptuous breasts, pushed up 
high and close together by the tightly constricting bikini top. Angrily she 
downed the rest of the drink, then leaned over and set the glass carefully 
into the water. To her surprise, it floated. 

"Big deal," Eileen muttered bitterly. She was feeling sorry for herself and 
she knew it. But damn it, she certainly had nothing not to be sorry about. 
She'd lost Harry. She'd lost him, she supposed, by her own rejection of him 
after he'd sodomized her that afternoon a week ago. He'd hardly looked at 
her since, and now she'd come hardly to blame him. Because in a way what had 
happened that day wasn't all his fault. It couldn't all have been his fault. 

Because she had responded too. 

She needed a man. Oh God, she needed a man. She needed Harry. She needed to 
be able to forgive him and have him forgive her. She needed his cock inside 
her. She needed his company. She needed anybody's company right now. She 
would almost have settled even just to have Charleen to talk to, but now 
Charleen spent almost all her time over at Donna's. And Harry spent all his 
time at his cabin, to get away from her ... she ... supposed.... 

The words caught in her mind, flashing suddenly back: Charleen spent all her 
time at ... Harry spent all his time at ... and suddenly, even before she 
happened to look up and see the movement in the trees, Eileen thought she 
understood. And it should have been so simple. There was one little thing 
that should have told her immediately: Harry had quit looking at Charleen 
the way he did before. He had quit looking at her for one simple reason, 
that he no longer needed to look. He was doing a whole lot more than that! 
And if Eileen had had any remaining doubt regarding her suspicion, it was 
quickly erased as she glimpsed a second flash of color and movement in the 
trees below the cabin, though now closer to it. 

She recognized the combination of tanned skin and the bright red bikini 
their fifteen-year-old house guest had been sunbathing in but moments ago 
here beside the pool. 

Then Eileen was on her feet and running, her eyes almost blind with the 
tears that flooded them, her breath almost choked off by the tightening 
anger that constricted her throat. She didn't stop to consider her actions, 
she didn't think or prepare herself. She merely lashed out, the way Harry 
had lashed out before. 

Moments later she was at the door of the shack. She tried it and found it 
locked. She pounded furiously, but for only an instant before she realized 
that would only serve to warn them; then, dashing to the rear of the little 
house, she saw the fruit crate sitting on the ground beneath the window. But 
she didn't need to stand on it to look through the window and see that 
though her suspicion certainly had been founded, she hadn't guessed the half 
of it. 

Though she could hardly even make out which part belonged to who among the 
tangle of naked bodies on the bed that now appeared to be trying to 
disengage themselves, she could recognize the participants easily enough. 
And she didn't have to count arms and legs to determine that there were 
three people instead of two. And they were all easily identifiable in spite 
of their complicated entwining: Harry and Charleen, as she expected, 
accompanied by a very voluptuous and very naked Donna Williams. 

"You rapist!" Eileen screamed in delirium at the top of her lungs. 

Harry raised his head up, his face paling for a moment before the color 
returned. Now the girls did disengage themselves from each other and from 
Harry, and they also raised up, then looked at each other and simply 
giggled, nervously and self-consciously as the basically timid and blushing 
schoolgirls they were. 

Watching his wife, Harry shook his head, shrugged, and spoke quietly: "The 
only person I ever had to rape in my life was you." 

That reference to last week's shocking event was more than Eileen could 
take. A sudden tortured feline cry rising in her throat, she ascended the 
box and stepped over the window ledge, tripped and started to tumble into 
the room. Then by some fluke, the strap to her bikini top caught on a nail 
in the facing and for a moment she seemed to hang by its elasticity. Then 
the strap snapped and the flimsy halter fell away to expose her voluptuously 
bouncing breasts as she sprawled headlong and naked from the waist onto the 
floor beside the bed. She lay for a moment, trembling, in a heap. She heard 
the girl's laughter, then heard Harry join in. Embarrassed and enraged, she 
got to her feet, glaring at him, at the girls and at him again. Helplessly 
she tried to cover her exposed breasts with her arms. Then, forgetting 
modesty as Harry's uncontrollable laughter continued, she lashed out at him 
with her fists, pounding him on the chest and shoulders and face as he 
stared at her in astonishment. Then, still racked with sobs, she backed away 
and stood, heaving, so her full breasts rose and fell in uplifted pride 
before her naked torso. 

"You're going to pay for this, you bastard. I'm sure Mr. Williams will see 
to it that you pay to the limits of the law." 

Harry frowned. "Now just a minute." 

"Just a minute, nothing. You child molester!" 

"I didn't molest them. They molested me. What's a man supposed to do?" 

"A man is supposed to control himself." 

"Control himself?" Harry gasped. "You take a look at these kids and then 
tell me how many men in this town you'd expect to show any control if one of 
them showed up on his doorstep with her panties in her hand." 

But Eileen was already looking. Her eyes had wandered almost absently first 
to Charleen's naked body, then to Donna's. They took in the small uplifted 
breasts, bursting with continuing development, the velvet smooth skin, thin 
and soft, the virginal little cunts nestled almost hairlessly between their 
thighs. And as she stared at the now silent girls, she felt the strangest 
stirring of excitement in her own loins. Oh yes, she thought to herself. Oh 
God yes! They were so beautiful! They were beautiful even to her, like 
innocent little objects to be reverently possessed. No man could have 
refused them. She wouldn't have felt comfortable, now that she understood, 
with any man who could have refused them once the temptation had been placed 
in his way. She was almost tempted herself. 

Harry frowned as he saw the transformation come over his wife's face. The 
idea that hit him then was almost too crazy to be believed, but it was so 
crazy it just might work. It might solve not only his present problem, but 
the larger problem of patching up his tattered marriage at the same time. 

"Uh, girls," he said, attracting the two teenagers' attention though Eileen 
remained oblivious, almost transfixed. "Uncle Harry's got a little problem, 
I'm afraid. Would you like to help see he doesn't end up busting rocks on a 
chain gang for the next twenty or thirty years?" 

"Gee yes, Mr. Thornton!" said Donna. "I wouldn't want to see that happen to 
anybody." 

"Especially not to you," Charleen added. 

"Fully aware of the potential of a woman's scorn, I think the safest thing 
is to get my wife in on the fun too. Then she might think twice about 
telling what she knows. Think there's room for another girl in bed?" 

"Sure," the willing nymphets chimed. "We may have to force her at first. 
She's a little inhibited about experimenting." Only then did Eileen's eyes 
suddenly jerk back to Harry and in an instant the fascination was gone, 
replaced by a mingling of revulsion and terror. "No you don't," she gasped. 
"No you don't!" 

"All right, let's get her!" Harry snapped. Eileen retreated, stunned, toward 
the window as the three naked bodies came bounding suddenly off the bed 
toward her. Harry caught her as she tried to dive through, and slung her 
violently back into the room. Then the two girls seemed to be all over her 
at once. She struggled and kicked and screamed, but all the time she was 
increasingly conscious of the small naked breasts brushing her body, the 
naked little cunts scratching their silken hairs against her own bare 
thighs, the urgent but gentle caresses of the small soft hands pawing upon 
her own sensitive flesh as the two young girls danced around her. 

Her strength began to fail. She was too exhausted, too stunned, too 
demoralized to resist. When Harry entered the struggle, she went limp on the 
bed. She was only vaguely conscious of their voices as Harry gave them some 
directions. She understood only when she found herself completely naked, the 
swimsuit bottom having been yanked from her buttocks, and lying 
spread-eagled on the bed, Charleen pinning her arms and Harry standing at 
the foot holding her ankles wide apart. Kneeling over her grinning 
lasciviously, was Donna Williams. 

"Oh no!" Eileen gasped, realizing with a new surge of terror what her 
husband had in mind. Now she again began to struggle, but she had no chance 
against their superior numbers and Harry's far superior strength. 

Then a broken sob escaped the trapped brunette housewife as the 
fourteen-year-old daughter of the couple down the street lowered her face to 
take a closer look at the throbbing pink delicacy between her captive's 
wide-parted thighs. A shudder went through Eileen's body as the young 
teenager covered her pussy with both hands and began to knead gently at the 
dark hair-covered mound. 

Slowly Donna spread the soft hair-lined lips of Eileen's pussy, her thumb 
and forefinger pressing out either side. She drew apart the outer lips as 
Harry, watching from his place at the foot of the bed, craned his neck to 
see the pinkly splayed flesh of his wife's cunt come into view and even the 
tip of her little bud-like clitoris visible through the maze of black curls. 

Donna had never been this close to an adult woman's pussy and her eyes 
widened at the luscious sight that greeted her. There was something almost 
terrifyingly beautiful about Mrs. Thornton's pussy and though it almost 
frightened her, as Charleen's delicate flower-like cunt had not since that 
first night they'd made love together, she felt an excitement and curiosity 
that overrode her fear. Greedily she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing 
folds, the winking little vaginal opening itself and even the darkened and 
crinkled skin of the forbidden anus nestled beneath it and barely noticeable 
between the rounded half-moons of the older woman's naked buttocks. 

Then Donna looked up at the quivering mounds of the woman's breasts, arched 
up full and wide apart by her starfish position on the bed. They were three 
times as big as her own budding breasts, maybe more, the nipples flush with 
color. The tanned swells rose up proudly, forming a deep golden valley 
between them, and Donna wondered if she could ever hope to have such big and 
beautiful breasts. 

Then the teen-aged girl's eyes swept back down to Eileen's fine wide hips, 
to the shadowy indentation of her navel which gave away to a thin line of 
jet-black hairs running down to the triangle of her pussy. And as her gaze 
returned at last to the sensual feast spread open before her, she extended 
an index finger and guided it straight up toward the tightly quivering apex 
of Eileen's cuntal slit. The older woman jerked back from the alien touch on 
her secret flesh, but Donna persisted in stroking the narrow furrow, digging 
her finger underneath the shielding outer lips and running it teasingly 
along the quivering edges of the pale mauve inner lips up to the sensitive 
button of Eileen's clitoris. 

A second spasm racked Eileen's pinioned body, but the finger remained in 
place, tweaking slowly back and forth over the nerve-filled bud and expertly 
urging it to swelling hardness. The young girl could feel it growing under 
her practiced caress and she continued her massaging carefully, reveling in 
the sight of the miniature cock-like organ rising to its tiny erection. 
Donna had had enough experience finger-fucking herself, and then with 
Charleen these past few days, to know exactly what would drive Harry's wife 
wild, and she was right. 

The gentle assault on her clitoris caused Eileen's outer pussy-lips to swell 
with unwanted passion and assume a reddish color. Now they throbbed almost 
visibly, and Donna dropped her finger to the viscous opening of Eileen's 
vagina and began to tentatively probe, sending renewed shudders through the 
spread-eagled and helplessly pinioned woman as she inserted the tip of her 
finger inside the tiny moist opening. Immediately, the walls contracted and 
closed in around her finger so tightly that Donna could feel their 
throbbing, and it only increased as she gradually wormed her finger deeper 
and began to swirl it in gentle circles within the warmly caressing 
tightness. And to Eileen's own surprise and shame, she couldn't quell the 
little whimper of joy that burst from her throat and the slight but 
undeniable rotation of her hips in response to the perverse penetration. 

Harry was stunned. He saw the flush of excitement spreading over his 
attractive wife's face and he could hardly believe his ears when she 
actually began to whine and moan with pleasure. Even as he released his 
strong grip on her legs, they remained wide apart, though her knees doubled 
back as if in attempt to encircle the girl laboring between them. Shaking 
his head in disbelief, Harry pulled up a chair and sat down to watch the 
lewd spectacle he'd arranged. 

Reluctantly Donna withdrew her finger from the tempting pussy hole and began 
to massage Eileen's inner thighs as she bent her face lower. Then she pushed 
the thighs wider apart, shoving the bent knees back toward Eileen's soft 
shoulders to create an even better view of her upturned and completely naked 
genitalia. And now slowly she lowered her face right toward the pulsing, 
hair-lined slit of the older woman's cunt. 

"Mmmmmmmmm...." Eileen sighed completely beyond her own control as she felt 
the girl's hot tongue find contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. 
Little ripples of unwanted pleasure raced relentlessly along her flesh, and 
a sensuous writhing of her body came to her only naturally under the 
circumstances. Then Donna really began to lick her soft pussy-flesh in 
earnest, lapping up the freely flowing cuntal moisture, her tonguetip 
seeking out and probing into the tightly enveloping orifice, searching and 
drawing out every drop of the warm-tasting vaginal fluid. She played 
teasingly with the burgeoning bud-like clitoris and darted in and out of the 
roseate cuntal opening as she surged onward, working more and more 
frantically. Deeper and deeper, she plunged her tongue, twirling and 
slashing into the brunette wife's lust-seared pussy depths, as she felt 
Eileen's buttocks jerk and clench in almost uncontained response. 

Eileen was almost going out of her mind now. Her hips waved in time to the 
lusty rhythm of Donna's tongue probing her loins, and the ripples that had 
begun gave way to waves of tumultuous pleasure as she closed her eyes and 
ceased to resist the compelling physical sensation. She surrendered her body 
completely to the tormenting ecstasy, experiencing sensations unlike 
anything she'd ever known before, realizing suddenly something she should 
always have known but had never brought herself to admit: What counted in 
sex was the pleasure. It did not matter by what method that pleasure was 
attained. 

And now she was attaining real pleasure. The maddening lashes of Donna's 
tongue were driving her to a frenzy, and with sudden superhuman strength she 
tore her wrists loose from Charleen's grasp and reached down to Donna's 
head, running her hands into the long brown hair and desperately pushing the 
girl's face downward to even more intimate contact with her jerking loins. 
For good measure she raised her knees up higher, clasping her inner thighs 
about the teen-ager's ears to imprison the pleasure-giving tongue even more 
securely. 

Now Donna's entire face was buried in the warmth of Eileen's voracious cunt 
and inner thighs. She could feel the woman's hands guiding her head, pushing 
her down until she feared she would suffocate, but she labored on, slavering 
hungrily, her reptilian tongue working furiously to excite the now fully 
aroused woman to even greater abandon. 

Harry, still watching from the chair, was mesmerized by the scene before 
him. He was amazed by what he'd learned about his wife, and also enticed by 
the possibilities. He could not imagine that after this she wouldn't welcome 
even more experimentation with other women. And if she, his own wife, could 
experiment with them then, by God, he could to. 

Charleen, too, was almost hypnotized by the lewd spectacle. She knew Donna's 
cunt-eating well enough by now, and as she watched the other woman being so 
fulfilled by it she again felt cheated, as she had that first time she'd 
peeked on Harry and his wife in their bedroom. Now, in sheer desperation, 
she dropped down over Eileen's face from the head of the bed and reached out 
and began to massage the full-swollen mounds of the prostrate woman's 
breasts, feeling the nipples grow instantly larger beneath her experienced 
caress. 

Eileen's eyes were now closed and at first she didn't concern herself with 
this additional stimulation. She felt her nipples tingle and stiffen, felt 
an even more vivid and warm sensation as Charleen leaned over and covered 
one of the hard-swollen little buds with her lips and began to suck fiercely 
on it. Eileen didn't know the source and she didn't care. The only thing 
that mattered was the streak of added ecstasy that danced over her nakedly 
writhing flesh. 

Charleen trapped the swollen nipple-bud in her teeth, spreading her lips 
hungrily around the firmly arched breast and beneath her the older woman 
writhed even more intensely, arching her body to shove her nipple even 
deeper into her mouth. Then the hot-breathing blonde released the bud and 
kissed eagerly up over the upper reaches of the rounded mound, on up to 
Eileen's neck, slavering with her tongue and pecking with her wetly pouted 
lips. Then shifting slightly, Charleen covered the other woman's mouth with 
her own. 

Eileen's breath drew in sharply. She didn't know if she could take this-a 
woman kissing her on the lips, but she still had no choice in the matter. 
Too far gone to make a decision, she relinquished by default as she felt her 
lips being pried apart and Charleen's tongue rushing headlong into her 
mouth. 

The aroused brunette was stunned. She had never been kissed like this in her 
life. There was something so tender, so sensitive about the way the young 
girl was doing it that made Eileen want to suck the delicious tongue all the 
way down her throat. Then, to Eileen's dismay, Charleen withdrew and moved 
away from her lips, and her eyes clouded with disappointment. But almost 
immediately a weight descended on her face, darkening her vision and almost 
cutting off her breath. Something warm and moist and clinging was on her 
face and she didn't have the slightest idea what it was. The comprehension 
came over her but gradually, and yet with a shattering impact. 

It was Charleen! Eileen was put completely off-guard by the sweet fragrance 
of the young girl's cunt. It smelled of something vaguely familiar, like 
roses or musk, or both, and the wet softness clung tantalizingly to her face 
as the girl settled herself down, burying Eileen's nose and mouth in the 
finely haired flesh of her still almost virgin cunt. 

Gingerly Eileen extended the tip of her tongue and flicked it briefly at the 
tender outer area, causing Charleen to flinch and cry out at the searing 
touch. Encouraged by the teen-ager's quick response, Eileen tried harder, 
reaching her tongue out again and sweeping it along the entire warmly 
pulsating length of Charleen's vaginal furrow. 

"Ooooohhhh," the young blonde sighed, her hands reaching back to caress 
Eileen's face and hair beneath her own nakedly squirming buttocks. 

Eileen's tongue swept out again and began to kiss the passion-damp curls of 
hair that were tickling her mouth and nose as the girl shimmied her hungry 
loins back and forth over her face. She licked softly, leaving the blonde 
strands wet and slick like a fresh-washed kitten's fur. She tripped her 
tongue along the outer lips, tasting Charleen's pungent female-odor, licking 
submissively up into the tender folds of soft young flesh. Her tongue found 
the crinkled edges of the fine little pussy lips, and she sucked with 
building hunger on the slender fringes. Her tongue dabbed at the girl's tiny 
clitoris nestled just inside the golden curtain of hair, teasing the swollen 
nubbin and feeling it begin to stiffen. Her tongue roamed with insatiable 
curiosity, testing here and searching there, at last finding the petal-like 
flower of Charleen's cunt. 

This was really more than Eileen had expected, but now she flicked her 
tongue eagerly at the sensuous opening as the supple young teenager gasped 
and sighed above her, rocking her buttocks over Eileen's face in a desperate 
attempt to draw the madly lashing tongue deeper into her voracious cuntal 
depths. 

Now on the verge of losing her inhibitions completely, Eileen reamed her 
tongue forward, slicing into the open wet pussy flesh. It jumped into 
Charleen's tender young cunt like a striking snake searching for a target, 
slashing and poking at the softly hidden walls, the dark and secret inner 
tightness. 

The older woman had never imagined she'd ever orally fuck a member of her 
own sex. Nor had she dreamed the act could be so heavenly as this. At the 
same time, the intense tongue-fucking she was getting below incited her to 
greater action, and she strived to give Charleen the same magnificent 
satisfaction she was getting. She now felt an overwhelming love and desire 
for these two beautiful young girls, and she wanted to lave both their 
tender young bodies with her saliva and with the freely flowing pussy juices 
of her own building lust and emotion. 

And thus she slaved onward, her tongue working as though a demon possessed 
of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of 
Charleen's buttocks that rapidly increased above her. The moaning blonde was 
writhing and twisting in every direction, caught up in a swiftly spiraling 
whirlwind of lustful want. 

At last Eileen dared to open her eyes. She gazed up over the fair-haired 
plain of the blonde teen-ager's pubis and flat stomach and between the 
girl's small, tightly trembling breasts Eileen could just glimpse her face. 
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open and closing 
like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in tight crimson points, 
danced with the force of her thrashings and a thin trickle of perspiration 
ran down the valley between them and dribbled into the mysterious little 
hole of her navel. 

It was such a beautiful sight. Eileen continued to look, never slacking in 
the furious working of her tongue over the girl's delicious pussy. She 
watched Charleen's belly quivering in and out, a faint sheen of perspiration 
covering the entire smooth plane. Her soft pubic curls, sparse as they were, 
were still dampened by saliva, and out of the comers of her eyes Eileen 
could see the tendons of the girl's inner thighs stretching taut with the 
straining of her body. 

Now the thirty-five-year-old brunette housewife felt her own hips begin to 
jerk like a whiplash and suddenly her entire body took up the lascivious 
lust-inspired dance. She writhed and flailed on the shuddering cot, an 
overwhelming tide of pleasure washing over her as spasm after spasm of 
convulsive rapture charged through her trembling flesh. Orgasmic gurgles 
rose in her throat, shrieks that were smothered almost unheard in the 
wide-splayed pussy hollow of the girl sitting on her face. And then, as if a 
description of the miracle taking place up in her own loins and pumping 
belly, Eileen heard Charleen's triumphant cry: 

"I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiinnngggg!" And as she groaned it, the teen-aged girl 
began to buck and pound her naked loins even more brutally against Eileen's 
gasping mouth and juice-streaked face until she thought her skin would be 
bruised and her very bones crushed. 

Through her satiated eyes, Eileen could see Charleen's arms waving akimbo 
above her head, her body thrashing and twisting out of control. Her own body 
still twitched from the last licks Donna was administering to her loins. 
Then Charleen, her orgasm extending as though it would never end, turned to 
seize the young girl who'd been sucking licking Eileen's cunt. They rolled 
over together, surrounding Eileen with their two luscious young bodies until 
the three of them were writhing on the cot in unadulterated passion, arms 
and legs and cunts and mouths entwined beyond description until they all 
finally lay still, the warm juices of their orgasms still flowing eternally 
from their feminine orifices. 

* * * 

It was some time after that when Eileen finally sank from her state of 
lust-inspired ecstasy and reality gradually returned, and along with it came 
the comprehension of the seriousness of what had happened. She'd done it 
again, she realized. Her body had betrayed her and what had seemed only 
right and natural before now seemed gravely wrong, perverse and disgusting. 
She was overcome by guilt and she knew that her reaction a few moments ago 
to the wanton licking of her own cunt and her oral assault on Charleen's 
naked loins was even worse than her final acquiescence a few weeks ago when 
she'd been sodomized by her husband. And it was his fault again. She'd been 
half-seduced, half-tricked by Harry, all for the purpose of saving his lousy 
hide. But he had made a child-molester out of her too, and if he thought he 
was going to get away with that he had another thing coming even if she had 
to pay for their crime with a penalty as serious as his. 

Harry frowned as he saw the glow fade from his wife's face. She sat up 
abruptly in the bed, then dropped her feet to the floor and pulled on her 
bikini swimsuit bottoms. She picked up the top and held it cupped 
protectively over her naked breasts, then walked through the cabin to the 
door. "Eileen? Where're you going?" 

She looked back at her husband with tear-filled eyes. "You're not going to 
get away with this, Harry Thornton. You're still going to have to pay your 
debt to society. Maybe I will too, but if so, I deserve it." She turned 
without another word and went out. Harry stared grimly at the door. Then he 
was startled by Charleen's voice: "You don't think she's going to tell do 
you, Uncle Harry?" 

He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. She says she is." 

"What will they do to you?" Donna asked, her eyes wide. 

"They won't put you in prison?" Charleen said. "Not just for having a little 
fun with me and Donna?" 

Harry laughed. "Sometimes they put people in prison for having fun." 

"But ... aren't you going to stop her?" Harry thought about it for a minute. 
"How can I stop her? Kill her? Beg her to forgive me?" He shook his head. 
"No. I won't stop her. I'll just wait and see if she changes her mind. If 
she doesn't, I'm in real trouble." 

Maybe I deserve it too. Who knows? But Harry knew one thing. He'd learned 
that from Eileen an hour or so ago. Maybe, with just the right jury in the 
box, his case could become a legend law students would study in years to 
come. Because Harry Thornton couldn't help but wonder what man or woman 
today would condemn him when faced with defendant Harry Thornton in the dock 
and confronted with a smooth-talking mouthpiece parading these two girls in 
court in their skimpy little bikinis (material evidence) and looking the 
jury in the eyes, saying "Wouldn't you? Let him who would not cast the first 
stone...." 

Harry Thornton, for the life of himself, couldn't figure out who in clear 
conscience could cast it. And he knew one thing else. If he was going up the 
river, he wasn't going with the hard-on that was now looming up from his 
loins. 

With a suddenly leap he was on the bed. The girls, their attention span 
naturally limited, forgot Harry's troubles and, laughing and giggling, fell 
quickly upon him. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Eileen raced sobbing up the trail and into the house. She dropped the bikini 
top from her breasts and went straight to the telephone inside the living 
room door and lifted the receiver. She reached down to dial, then hesitated. 
The question was, who did she call? Did she phone the police directly? Or 
the Marin County district attorney? Or did she simply phone Mr. Williams 
down the street? It occurred to her that Dave Williams might actually prefer 
to take care of Harry himself. Maybe then she would be in the clear. But of 
course the girls would talk, faced with an inquest into the death of Harry 
Thornton, child-molester. And besides, if she started thinking like this, 
she was just as bad as Harry. Worse even. And she didn't really want to get 
off free, her own awful dead weighing forever on her conscience. She wanted 
to pay her debt too. Didn't she? 

It was this series of mental contortions that occupied Eileen for those 
crucial two minutes before the car pulled up outside the house and she heard 
the slamming of a door and footsteps coming up the walk. But the delay was 
enough to save Harry Thornton's hide. Distracted, Eileen dropped the 
receiver back into the cradle. She stooped to pick up the bikini top and 
place it back over her voluptuously naked breasts, then walked to the window 
and looked out to see Jack Remmings walking up the steps. 

For an instant Eileen was paralyzed with indecision. She sucked in her 
breath, her body trembling. The bell rang once. Again she heard footsteps, 
then Jack's handsome face appeared in the window, staring wide-eyed through 
the crack beside the shade at Eileen's near-naked body and her own dazed 
face. 

She turned and went quickly to the door. Still gawking at her, her ex-fiance 
bounded up onto the steps and almost staggered through as she moved back to 
let him by. 

"Eileen? What's ... wrong?" 

"You're back early. Charleen didn't expect you till the end of the summer." 

"Didn't you get my card?" 

"No," said the stunned housewife, aware of the man's eyes straying to her 
nearly unprotected breasts. 

"It's the Latin American postal system. It'll probably be here by Christmas. 
I phoned from the airport and got no answer, but I thought you all might be 
at the pool." 

"Yes," Eileen stammered. "Yes, I was at the pool and Harry, Harry's ... 
gone. And Donna is down the hill visiting her girlfriend." 

"Eileen? Is something wrong?" 

The plan, more perverse than anything Harry Thornton could have dreamed up, 
was impressing itself ruthlessly onto the young wife's tortured mind. But 
what vengeance, she thought. What perfectly exquisite vengeance! 

"Something is wrong," Jack insisted. Eileen giggled and nodded. "Yes. I tore 
my bikini top. The strap." 

She removed the flimsy garment from her luscious nipple-peaked breasts and 
held it up to Jack's face for him to see. But as she'd expected, he didn't 
even look at that. His eyes were wide, riveted on the two voluptuous mounds 
of her upstanding breasts and the dark mauve nipple crescents protruding out 
at the tip. 

Then, before he'd regained his composure enough to act, she rushed into his 
arms, snaking her hands up around his neck to arch her naked breasts and 
squirm them against his chest, showering kisses on his cheeks and lips, 
pressing her thinly covered pussy against the involuntary erection starting 
to bulge in his trousers. 

"Oh Jack, Jack...." she moaned in his ears. "Make love to me, Jack. Make 
love to me like you did so long ago." 

"But ... Harry." 

"Harry's not here," Eileen gasped. 

"Where? Where is he?" 

"It doesn't matter." 

Allowing him no further opportunity to question or protest, Eileen seized 
her old boyfriend's hand and hurried, half-leading and half-dragging him 
down the hall to the bedroom. Then she turned and began urgently tearing at 
his clothing, little moans of renewed excitement swelling to her lips. He 
protested at first, but though the astonishment remained in his eyes his 
protests faded. Then he started to unsnap his trousers, and Eileen stepped 
back, wriggling out of her tight swimsuit bottoms and reclining on her back 
on the big double bed in total naked surrender. 

He hesitated for a moment, looking down at her proffered body with nostalgic 
appreciation. She reached up and took one of his hands, smiling as she drew 
him down upon her, noting the hardness of his penis looming up from his 
hair-covered loins as she raised her head and parted her lips and let him 
kiss her full on the mouth. Straining her lips against his, clinging to 
them, she determined not to let him stop. 

Jack's hand rested cautiously on Eileen's naked shoulder and though he 
couldn't completely rationalize what he was doing, he reached up to gently 
stroke her hair and neck, feeling her trembling under his caress as she 
pulled him down even more tightly against her voluptuous nakedness. 

Then, his excitement getting the better of him, Jack began to kiss hungrily 
over her naked torso, gazing down with building want at her exposed beauty 
laid out beneath him on the bed. His eyes drank in the voluptuous mold of 
her upswept breasts, the smooth line of her waist fanning out slightly to 
silken hips and then descending to her satin-fleshed thighs. His gaze came 
to rest on the dark shimmering triangle of her pubic hair, and he remembered 
it vividly, even though it had been many years since he'd last seen her body 
naked. And thinking of that, he decided suddenly there wasn't a reason in 
the world why he should worry about allegiance to Harry Thornton. Harry 
might be Eileen's husband now, but she'd been Jack's fiance long ago and 
Harry had stolen her away. 

Eileen stared up at her former lover with half-closed eyes. She saw the 
growing rigidity of his cock and her body ached with desire, every 
nerve-ending quivering with renewed longing and want. She shuddered as his 
hands coursed over her tingling breasts. And as she felt his heavy breathing 
on her face, she undulated her buttocks in gentle anticipation of the lewd 
things he would do to her, feeling his hand trailing urgently down the 
sweeping curves of her body to come to rest on the soft ebony triangle of 
her pubic hair. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of inner 
flesh, feeling the palpitating lips of her cunt already swollen and wet. 

The aroused brunette flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eagerly clinging 
pussy up onto Jack's invading middle finger, gasping aloud as he wormed it 
in through the gleaming wet walls of her hungry vagina. 

Then he lowered himself over her squirming body and began to kiss the 
resilient mounds of her breasts, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples 
with an almost brutal pressure of his lips. She trembled with delight, 
whimpering as his hands moved over her passion-heated flesh, her own hands 
clutching at his shoulders to pull him tighter between her widely parted 
thighs. 

Jack's penis was a throbbing mass of sensation, and he used his knees to 
lever Eileen's thighs wider out to either side, placing the full length of 
his desire-stiffened penis against her willing vaginal flesh. He felt her 
move hungrily under its size and hardness as he flexed his hips forward, 
thrusting relentlessly up against her soft silky cuntal warmth. Then he took 
the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the blood-inflated head in 
toward the gleaming entrance to her willing body, hesitating for a moment as 
he pressed against her tightly throbbing cuntal opening. 

"Oh, put it in," she sobbed. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me now." 

Reaching down between her parted legs, Eileen grabbed the thick-shafted rod 
of male flesh and pulled it forward, impaling herself willingly on his 
lust-hardened member. Sensing her urgency, Jack surged forward and sank his 
jerking penis deep into her openly receiving loins. 

"Oh ... oh, it's so good! So good!" she chanted unintelligibly, thrusting 
her buttocks up to skewer herself even deeper. 

Jack dropped his hands to seize the aroused woman's naked buttocks, cupping 
the softly resilient half-moons and raising her pussy up to his attack, 
grinding down against her as she jackknifed her loins upwards. Her whole 
torso began to jerk almost immediately in a frenzied cadence and her arms 
went around his neck, pulling his face down to hers as he covered her lips 
with a violent kiss and she raised her legs and locked them obscenely around 
his back, bucking up in wild abandon against the skewering thrusts of his 
cock. 

Now Jack's penis was sawing without mercy into the lewdly penetrated opening 
of her loins with long rhythmic strokes, buffeting her body with his 
wracking thrusts. She was really being fucked now and she was fucking back 
like a madwoman, her body already striving to meet the shattering climax 
that loomed on the horizon of her consciousness. 

Then, hearing faintly the sound of the back door opening and footsteps at 
the far end of the house, she stiffened for a moment, her heart pounding in 
her chest. Then, determined that Jack should not hear her husband come in, 
she began a loud and crazed chanting, pouring unintelligible swears and 
curses in a ceaseless stream into his ears. 

* * * 

Harry stopped, perking his ears like an alerted dog as he heard the strange 
outpouring of lascivious sounds coming from somewhere in the house. He had 
sent Charleen home with Donna and had returned here determined to face 
whatever fate awaited him, but now he almost laughed. Eileen must have had a 
change of heart, and curious as it seemed, she must be masturbating in the 
bedroom. He couldn't imagine from what other source the wanton sounds he was 
hearing could have derived. Nor could he see how on earth she would have 
felt the need to masturbate now after what she'd just been through down in 
the cabin with the girls. But Harry was only too happy to give her relief if 
she still needed more. 

His penis already twitching in his trousers, Harry headed for the bedroom 
door. It was only half-closed and made not a sound as he pushed it open. 
Then he stopped in his tracks, dazed. 

His wife wasn't masturbating. She was being fucked by a man. 

"What the hell?" 

Jack stiffened, his motions ceasing as he heard his old friend's voice 
behind him. He tried to withdraw and found it impossible as Eileen's legs 
wrapped tightly around his back, ankles and calves locked over his buttocks, 
arms entwined around his neck. 

Eileen herself sank back on the bed, gasping to catch her breath. Then she 
looked coolly at her astonished husband. "Hello," she purred softly. "Fair 
is fair, isn't it, Harry?" 

"Why, you little bitch...." He began, but as he saw the sultry smile that 
appeared on Eileen's face his voice trailed off. Never in his life had he 
seen her look quite so calm and ... sexy. 

"It is fair, Harry. So why don't we all be friends again?" 

"What do you mean?" he croaked. 

Eileen squeezed tightly to Jack, still struggling futilely to disengage his 
body from hers. "You forgive me and I forgive you. Jack forgives you, which 
he's obviously-as you must see-never completely done. And you forgive Jack." 
She paused, moistening her lips suggestively with her tongue. "And to prove 
there are no hard feelings, why don't you come and join us? Let me suck you 
off while Jack finishes fucking me. With a little luck we should all be able 
to cum together for a change." 

Harry blinked. What could he do? He was being cuckolded right before his 
very eyes, but perhaps it was better than San Quentin. Maybe, even, it was 
fair. 

Eileen closed her eyes, whispering softly into Jack's ear. "Come on, 
darling, fuck me. It's all right, I promise." 

Jack hesitated for a moment, still understanding almost nothing, and then 
resumed his steady sawing in and out of Eileen's clasping cunt as he felt 
her buttocks surge up from the mattress, her vaginal muscles lapping 
hungrily at the straining shaft of his cock. 

Beneath him, Eileen listened to the hesitant footsteps drawing closer to the 
bed. Only after she'd heard the parting of a zipper and felt something hard 
and rubbery and hot brushing her face did she open her eyes to see Harry's 
throbbing cock thrust down toward her lips. For a moment she stared at it, 
taking in its massive length and thickness and appreciating anew its 
satisfying proportions and steel-like rigidity. Looking farther up she 
examined her husband's face and relished his dazed expression even as she 
shuddered from the continued plunges of Jack's throbbing penis into her 
loins. Then she closed her eyes and flicked out her tongue and began to 
lick. 

Eileen knew that her marriage was saved, and a little shiver of pleasure 
coursed down her spine as she tasted the piquancy of her husband's cock. She 
was determined to please him now and she wanted it in her mouth. She wanted 
to suck it until he spurted the seed of his manhood in searing hot droplets 
down her throat at the same time her other lover ejaculated his own scalding 
semen into her welcoming loins. The knowledge of her incipient carnal 
fulfillment heightened her already almost unbelievable pleasure, and she 
raced her tongue eagerly along the swollen shaft of Harry's angry red cock. 
She brushed her nose against the base, snuggling into the thick damp curls 
of his pubic hair, and slipped her tongue up to the widening head to lick up 
the white little drop of seminal fluid that issued from the slitted glans. 
Then she withdrew her tongue and closed her eyes and opened her mouth in 
warmly ovaled surrender. 

Jack stared with complete astonishment as Harry's cock brushed over Eileen's 
face. Then the two men locked eyes, but only for a moment before Harry 
returned his attention to his wife. And Jack still didn't know what to make 
of the whole set-up. His buddy just looked dazed, as if this was his first 
day of life on the earth and he was trying to figure out where he'd come 
from. Then Jack forgot the consideration entirely and resumed his wanton 
fucking into Eileen's willing cunt, the room resounding with his grunts and 
her own distant-sounding mewls of lust. 

Eileen waited, her tongue twirling over her own palate, until she felt Harry 
insert the lust-engorged head of his cock between her open lips. She made a 
little slurping sound, rounding her lips and again shooting her tongue into 
his tiny glans to elicit a spontaneous groan of longing from her husband's 
throat. She felt his hands move down to cup her swollen breasts, tweaking 
the nipples to tingling hardness as he leaned over her face to sink his cock 
gradually deeper into her throat, pushing it harder and harder until at last 
she almost gagged from the pressure against her larynx. 

Now Eileen was completely skewered in both her wantonly yielded orifices. 
Hungrily she licked and sucked along the hard straining organ of flesh in 
her mouth, mewling sounds pouring from her lips around the plunging rubbery 
head, her body squirming as Jack continued to rack her loins with his 
violating thrusts and Harry pawed her breasts with his strong ruthless 
hands. 

Shivers of abandoned pleasure coursed wildly through her loins and breasts. 
She sucked the length of Harry's cock so deeply into her mouth she could 
feel the head pressing all the way to the back of her throat, and in her 
masochistic desire to please, she almost choked. But even then she strove to 
swallow more and more of the punishing shaft. Her hands reached up to knead 
her husband's balls and her forefinger flicked between his legs and up into 
the crack of his buttocks, prompting an involuntary jerking of his body as 
she pressed against the tightness of his puckered anus. 

Above her, Jack began to utter animalistic grunts and he couldn't take his 
eyes off the sight of Eileen sucking Harry's cock. She'd learned a few 
tricks since the last time she'd done that for him. And, Harry too, was 
equally astonished. Eileen had never displayed such fervor when she'd 
submitted in the past to oral sex, and shudder after shudder convulsed in 
him as he felt the pressure building in his drum-tight balls. He'd just cum 
only moments ago with Donna and Charleen, but it seemed he possessed an 
endless supply of semen, ready at any second to explode his whole being. 

Eileen sensed that Harry was losing control and she intensified the pressure 
of her lips around his cock, at the same time probing harder with her finger 
against his anus. A moment later the torrent burst forth, and with a sudden 
shove she popped her finger to the first joint right up into his clenching 
rectum, never slacking on her voracious cock-sucking as his sperm volcanoed 
from his cock, pouring in an obscene rush down her gulping throat, as his 
pelvis pummeled her face. She swallowed as quickly as possible, hungering 
for the hot shooting jets as if she were dying of thirst, her finger still 
worming in the tightness of Harry's shuddering anus. 

Jesus Christ! thought Harry. What was the world coming to? The excruciating 
pain in his rectum was enough to make him dance a jig, but it only seemed to 
heighten the intensity of his resounding climax as he pumped flood after 
flood of his gushing sperm into his dark-haired wife's suctioning mouth. And 
maybe even that was fair, though he wasn't going to go so far as to admit 
it. Then he forgot all that and concentrated on fucking as hard as he could 
into her passion-flushed face, draining himself body and soul into the 
tender receptacle of her mouth. 

Then another low masculine growl echoed through the room and Eileen found 
herself battered like a boat in a storm as Jack's climax welled up from his 
loins and he furiously poured out his shower of semen into her frantically 
clasping cunt. And at the same time she strained for her own cataclysmic 
orgasm. And a moment later she found it. 

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" Eileen shrieked out around her husband's emptying 
cock, her body thrashing in uncontained abandon as the climactic waves swept 
over her. Her head flailed from side to side, her lips still clinging to 
Harry's lewdly shaking penis. Her finger slipped from his rectum with a 
searing pop and her arms twined tightly about Jack's neck. Her hips bucked 
in a frenzy as she ground her spasming clitoris against the base of his 
ejaculating cock. 

His surging sperm continued to pour geyser-like up into her quivering womb, 
and her cunt milked voraciously at his spending cock as it twitched a last 
time and began to go soft. Then at last she lay still, Jack sagging heavily 
on her breasts, Harry's deflated cock slipping limply from her lips. 

Then Jack disengaged and rolled to the side, panting. Harry sat down in 
exhaustion on the edge of the bed. For a moment there was silence in the 
room except for the sounds of their strained breathing. 

Then reality returned again, and this time Harry's wife felt entirely 
different. She felt as if finally, after everything she'd been through, that 
a harmony had been achieved. She felt now, even after the frenzy of the 
pleasure had passed, though the satisfaction remained untainted, that the 
end had justified the means. She'd rationalized post-coitus with the coitus 
itself. 

The happy and satisfied brunette closed her eyes. When she opened them again 
she saw Jack had also raised to a sitting position and he and Harry were 
staring at each other silently. She smiled. Then she laughed softly. Both of 
the men looked down at her in confusion. Her laughter continued. Her eyes 
darted back and forth from one to the other. Jack smiled first, followed 
quickly by Harry. 

Within minutes the three of them were rolling together on the bed with 
laughter. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Jack and Harry shook hands on the front porch of the house. The two of them 
looked at Eileen, and Harry grinned at his friend and nodded. Jack turned to 
his ex-fiance then and took her in his arms. Eileen surrendered willingly, 
snuggling her full breasts against his chest and parting her lips to receive 
his tongue as he covered her mouth. After a long time they separated and she 
drew back, smiling at him through narrowed, almost watering eyes. Standing 
to the side with tears streaming down her face, Jack's daughter regarded the 
scene in silence. Harry looked at the pretty blonde teen-ager and cast 
Eileen a warning glance. 

"You'll miss Donna, won't you?" Eileen asked tactfully. 

The young girl bit her lip, then nodded her head, her eyes cast downward. 

Jack regarded his daughter tenderly for a moment, then lay a hand on her 
shoulder. "Come on, Charleen. We've got a plane to catch." 

Charleen turned reluctantly away, after Eileen had bent to give her a peck 
on the cheek. Her father picked up her bag and they walked arm in arm 
together down to the car. Then she stopped, wriggling away from him, and 
came running back into the arms of a surprised Harry Thornton. She reached 
up about his neck, pulling his face to hers, smothering him with kisses and 
then thrusting her lips against his. She clung to him for a moment, then 
broke away and rushed back to the car and slid in beside her father. Eileen 
and Harry both saw him look at her, fixing her suddenly with an astonished 
stare as she turned to gaze defiantly back at him. Then he jerked his head 
around to peer in awe at Harry. 

Harry met his gaze, then shrugged and smiled. "Wouldn't you?" he asked loud 
enough that Jack could hear. 

Jack looked for a moment as though he would pass out. Then he shook his 
head, not in negation but utter inability to reply to the question, and 
drove away. 

"Well," Eileen said, smiling sensually at her husband. "Good to have you 
back." Harry slapped her buttocks. "Good to be back." And swallowing her up 
in his arms, he kissed her the way Charleen had just kissed him ... but it 
lasted much longer. 


THE END
