SE-1046  Her Lover Son
by Robert Vickers


FOREWORD

Psychologists invariably agree that man has certain needs which are an
inherent part of his nature. The most commonly mentioned are the physical
needs -- the needs for food, for water and shelter. The need for sex -- the
"reproductive drive" as it is often referred to -- is also considered basic
to man.

We see this last need demonstrated time and time again. Witness the
failure of the early Communist drive to abolish the family structure. Or
the contemporary depletion of the pristhood and the institutions of
convents and monasteries.

This is the story of a woman whose sexual drive has been denied its proper
outlet by an uncaring and selfish husband -- a man who feels he is living
up to his end of the marriage "bargain" by insuring that his wife has a
nice home and plenty of spending money. What he has forgotten, however, is
that his wife needs much more than just material things. She also needs
physical love.

But the die has been cast, and when the frustrated and lonely wife sees
the outlet she needs for her pent-up sexuality, she grabs it. The fact that
this outlet is her own son makes her story all the more shocking.

HER LOVER SON -- the story of a woman whose quest for sexual fulfillment
leads her down a shadowy path -- to what? A story of interest to all who
profess an interest in the institutions of marriage and the family.

The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

"Phil, I have something to tell you."

"What is it, Tam?"

"I'm pregnant. And I think it's your baby."

"You think! You think! What do you mean, you think it's my baby? Don't you
know?"

"Oh, fuck you!" Joleen Jensen said as she turned off the television. The
soap operas used to keep her satisfied, but they had long since become
boring. She could sit back and mouth the words of all the characters before
they even said them. Nothing new ever happened. Nothing exciting occurred.
The same old stuff all the time. Women getting knocked up by one of the
other characters.

Joleen didn't like to read the confession magazines any more, either. The
reason was the same. She knew how the damned things would end before she
had finished the first paragraph.

Books from the library grew dreary after a while, too. What she needed was
something to liven thin up.

Joleen sat back, a bourbon on the rocks in her hand, and shouted at the
top of her lungs, "Goddamn! I hate everything!" She took a stiff jolt of
the fiery amber liquor. It seared her throat as it went down, then formed a
warm spot inside her belly. She realized she'd be drunk in another twenty
minutes or so if she kept drinking as fast as she had been for the past
half-hour.

But what else was there to do? Her husband was gone most of the time. Dear
Harold, she bitterly thought, the flying ace out there fucking all those
young stewardesses then coming home and telling me he's too tired to do a
Goddamn thing. He never was any good in bed, anyway.

Her husband was a good provider, if it was only money and a nice house you
wanted. Joleen couldn't complain about that. But a golden cage held her
prisoner as surely as a cast iron one could have. If only Harold wasn't
flying so much. But the airlines needed experienced pilots, and Joleen had
to reluctantly admit that her husband seemed to be one of the best.

He'd never had a crash, obviously. If he had, she thought, she could have
collected a wad of insurance money and lived it up. That tight-fisted
skinflint bought her what she wanted but never let her have any money of
her own. And when she had told him she was going out to get a job, he hit
the ceiling. She remembered the scene as if it had happened yesterday.

"A job? What the hell do you want to work for? We're not starving and I
can damn well support you."

"But Harold, it gets pretty dreary just sitting around staring at the
walls all day long. I want to get out and meet people. You're flying all
over the world. You see people and places that I don't."

His answer had dripped ice. "I want you here. A woman's place is in the 
home." That had settled the argument.

For a while, Joleen had tried the bridge club scene. Those old biddies
were worse than sitting alone and swearing at the uncaring walls. All the
time grousing about something or talking about the people who didn't show
up for their silly games. Vicious, those bitches were vicious. She could
imagine what they said about her when she had decided to drop out of the
club. Joleen imagined really inventive and vivid descriptions, lurid and
all wrong. Joleen sighed and took another pull at her drink, draining it.
She sat staring into the ice cubes wondering if she could finish off an
entire quart today. If she did, she'd have to go to the liquor store for
another bottle. Tomorrow was just as long as today.

The black-haired woman was shaken out of her reverie by the ringing of the
doorbell. She heaved herself out of the chair. At least, she could insult
the Avon lady or Fuller Brush man or whoever it was. That would add a
little spice to her drab life.

The bored housewife opened the door to find the mailman standing on the
steps. "Yes, what is it?" Joleen asked.

"Are you Mrs. Jensen? I have a special delivery package for you." He eyed
her in obvious appreciation. Joleen wasn't bad-looking, but she didn't feel
much reason existed for her to fix herself up properly. She didn't wear any
makeup around the house, and she was dressed in blue jeans and a grubby
denim work shirt.

The mailman ignored such superficial things and studied what lay beeath
her exterior covering. He couldn't ignore the swell of her ample tits or
those fabulous thighs and pert ass sticking out in back. Her jeans looked
as if she had painted them on. Joleen's face was a bit on the pasty side
from lack of sun, but it was finely boned and symmetric. She wasn't pretty
and knew that, but she also knew she was far from being ugly. She was an
attractive woman who tried to keep herself fit. For what, Joleen couldn't
really say.

Seeing the mailman drinking in her attractive good looks gave Joleen an
idea. This guy wasn't all that bad-looking. A run-of-the-mill type, but
younger than a lot of the mailmen. Maybe thirty, only seven or eight years
younger than she was. And he looked as horny as she was feeling.

"I'm Joleen Jensen. Special delivery, you said?" Her tongue licked red
lips, the coral tip barely poking through to wet the entire area around her
mouth. The invitation was erotically obvious. Joleen dropped her gaze to
the man's crotch for the briefest instant and saw the tell-tale bulge of
his cock.

Her hint hadn't been missed.

"Why don't you come in? I'll get a pen so I can sign for that package."

"That's okay, Mrs. Jensen. I have a pen..." His voice trailed off as
Joleen turned and disappeared into the house. She had left the door open
and the mailman standing on the steps wondering what to do.

Joleen called from the depths of the house, "Come on in for a few seconds.
I finally found my pen." The mailman went in, package clutched in his hands
as if he were afraid it would fly away.

He should have held the package more tightly. He dropped it on the floor
when he saw Joleen. She had opened the front of her shirt and exposed her
naked tits. The mailman's field of vision was totally filled with white
fleshy tits and ruddy aureoles cresting them. The red nipples had begun to
harden in obvious lust and seemed to be fingers pointing at him, beckoning
him.

The man slipped the mail sack from his shoulder and placed it beside the
forgotten package he had dropped on the floor. He muttered, "Wow, lady,
look..."

Joleen slipped out of her work shirt and stood before him, naked to the
waist. Her creamy skin was unmarred. Not a freckle or mole was visible to
disturb the expanse of satiny skin. But the man wouldn't have noticed. His
eyes were glued on those twin peaks of Joleen's tits. He felt his cock
growing hard, and his hard-on begged to be thrust into this seductive
woman's cunt.

"Call me Joleen." The woman spun around once, treating the mailman to a
full view of her smooth, silky back as well as her arousing tits. Those
tits bounced slightly, tracing out invisible figure eights in the air as
the woman stopped. The bouncing motion made the mail carrier swallow hard.

"Come on, man!" Joleen cried. "You're supposed to be a male man! The least
you can do is tell me your name."

"M-Mike. My name's Mike." Although he seemed uncomfortable, he didn't back
away when Joleen sinuously glided over to him and threw her arms around his
burly neck.

"How do you do, Mike?" Joleen reached behind Mike's head and pulled his
lips to hers with brutal strength. The mailman resisted for a brief
instant, then, as if saying "What the hell?" responded with a passionate 
intensity matching the brunette's.

Joleen's agile tongue slithered out of her mouth and forced its way into
Mike's. Inside the man's mouth, Joleen's tongue began spiraling and
twisting around in feverish activity. Mike tasted the sweet mixing of their
saliya.

He quickly dropped the thought of leaving. He enjoyed Joleen's mouth, and
she was offering him even more if he'd stay longer. Mike was never one to
turn down such an erotic proposition, though it was the first time he had
been seduced. Usually, it was he who had to seduce the woman. But he
couldn't care less about all that now. He was too busy with an armful of
woman wantonly pulling herself against his muscular body and demanding to
be fucked.

Joleen rubbed against the coarse uniform Mike wore until her nipples were
as hard as marbles. She thrust her body forward and poked her
passion-inflated nipples into Mike's chest. Joleen's mouth sampled Mike's
until the woman was breathing heavily and with poorly concealed lust for
the man she so desperately clung to.

She couldn't stand it any longer. The housewife-turned-seductress began to
unbutton Mike's shirt and unbuckle his trousers. While she was stripping
the clothing off him, Mike was getting the skin-tight jeans off Joleen.

Mike soon stood before the woman dressed only in boxer shorts. Joleen's
panties were brief, almost nonexistent. Mike's cock flipped out the front
of his shorts as he ran his hands over the silk-clad asscheeks and pulled
the woman firmly to him. His throbbing cock was smashed against the mound
of her cunt. The mailman almost lost his mind when Joleen began rotating
her hips in a mock fucking motion. The smooth cloth hiding the dark forest
of cunt hair rubbed against the sensitive underside of Mike's cock.

"Dammit, Joleen, get those things off!" Mike ripped the skimpy briefs from
Joleen's hips with a powerful tug. The elastic band snapped and the
material tore, but neither cared. His shorts were cast aside at the same
time.

Completely naked, they clung to each other. Their kisses became deeper,
more passionate, more demanding. Soon, they crumpled to the floor locked in
each other's arms. The feel of Joleen's cunt grinding against his crotch
really turned Mike on in a big way. He was having to fight to keep from
spewing his jism out in a wild ejaculation all over her belly.

The mailman knew from the way that brown thatch of hair between Joleen's
legs had gotten wetter and wetter, her cunt must be itching and damned hot 
for his cock.

And he was right. Joleen's tongue had never left Mike's mouth. She circled
around and around inside with rising lust, exploring every crevice she
could find. Her hands roved his muscular back; she loved a man who kept his
muscles in good tone. She felt the flex and ripple of his shoulders, his
asscheeks, as he rolled between her wantonly spread legs.

Joleen was out of her mind with lust by this time. The feel of Mike's
massive cock pressing into her stomach and rubbing against her dripping
cunt sent thrills of erotic electricity surging throughout her body. When
Mike gripped her right tit in his strong hand, she felt the beginnings of
an orgasm in her neglected body.

It had been so damn long since a man had made love to her. Harold had been
out of town for over two weeks. She needed a man. She was a sexy woman and
the full ache between her legs had to be filled with pulsing, throbbing,
totally alive cock. Mike began to squeeze her tit like he would a rubber
ball. The fiery red nubbin that topped her snowy-white tit ended up between
Mike's thumb and forefinger. He tweaked the nipple with a powerful grip as
he mashed the soft titflesh below against her chest with the flat of his
hand. The squeezing, tweaking and pushing actions sent lances of sheer,
undiluted ecstasy into her chest.

Joleen's heartbeat increased drastically. Her breathing became tortured,
and her breath gusted out in irregular machine-gun bursts. She felt her
fingernails sink into Mike's back, drag along and leave thin, bloody
trails. Joleen couldn't restrain herself. The man was pushing her closer
and closer to an orgasm.

"Oh, Christ, Christ! Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!" Joleen repeated again
and again.

Mike pulled himself into a position for entry into the steamy interior he
felt lurking near the tip of his cock. He looked down into Joleen's
lust-glazed brown eyes and smirked a bit. He wished all his special
deliveries were as much fun as this one!

Joleen's body quivered when Mike shoved forward with his hips, his cock
seeking entry. He missed her cunt, and his cock slipped down the liquid
path along Joleen's crotch. Before Mike could reach down and guide his cock
to its target, he felt the feverish grip of Joleen's fingers around his
rigid shaft.

Joleen felt the full, blood-engorged cock and pulled it toward her hungry
cunt. As the purpled head of Mike's prick slipped into her body, the 
brunette screamed out, "AAAIIEE! FUCK ME, DAMMIT! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!"

The long, hard shaft pounded its way into her cunt. Joleen screamed again
as she felt Mike drive balls deep into her hot channel. He held his
position for a few seconds, fully inside the tight cunt.

The woman moaned and began to thrash as the sensations grew in her body.
Filled to overflowing, her pussy began to water and dribble out a steady
stream of cunt juice. The tingling feeling of having the cock shoved all
the way up her cunt soon turned into a blazing fire that burned her loins.
The flames licked and lapped at her insides and threatened to totally
consume her. Joleen hunched upward in a vain attempt to take even more of
Mike's wonderful, huge and masterful cock into her cunt.

The man began to retreat from her, however. He pulled out until his broad
cockhead was just inside the pink, scalloped lips that guarded Joleen's
cuntal channel. Mike rotated his hips and circled his cock around and
around until the woman began to cry in reaction. Tears trickled down her
cheeks as she felt the delicate tissues of her cuntlips being hammered by a
jerking, throbbing cock.

Mike shoved back into Joleen's wet, hot and clutching cunt. When the
housewife felt his cock searing along her channel again, she tensed the
muscles in her stomach and clamped down on his cock as hard as she could.

It doubled the intensity of the sensations smashing through her body like
sledgehammer blows. She could feel his cock leap and bounce around inside
her, trying to escape to some spot even deeper in her belly.

Joleen raised her legs and rubbed her inner thighs against the sides of
Mike's body. As he began pumping back and forth, in and out of her clasping
cunt, a lewd slurching noise filled the air.

Mike knew it came from his hard cock being engulfed with the wanton
Joleen's cunt juices, but he imagined it was something more. He pictured a
tiny, pink-lipped and black-furred mouth closing around his cock and
sucking with incredible greed.

Joleen's neglected body was ready for an orgasm as Mike pistoned his meaty
cock into her with increasing force and smashed into her sensitive cuntal
area. Her clit brushed against his hairy pubic bone, and raising her legs
allowed Mike the deepest possible penetration of her cunt. Joleen's cunt
practically spewed forth its hot liquids as she felt his cock expand inside
her.

Joleen knew that Mike was almost ready to come. Knowing she was the one 
who had seduced him, that she was the one who had gotten him to fuck her,
as well as feeling ripped apart by his massive cock, set off the atomic
bomb blast of orgasm in the woman's loins. Joleen's hands clenched and
gripped at Mike's back. Her body rocked up and down as she arched her back
and locked her long, slender legs around Mike's waist in an attempt to pull
him even further into her hungry cunt.

The waves of ecstasy blasted at her brain and set off fireworks that
blanketed her entire universe. Joleen was tossed on the oceans of passion
she had created and was removed from the boring, everyday world of her
reality for a few brief moments.

All too soon, her orgasm passed and Joleen became aware of Mike's slowing
piston action. His fucking of her cunt soon ceased, and a limp, white,
cum-drenched worm slipped from her body. Mike raised himself to kneel
between her legs, cock dangling like a hose between his hairy legs.

"That was really something. You got a tight cunt. About the tightest and
hottest around here, Mrs. Jensen." Leaving her spread-legged on the floor,
Mike stood and quickly began donning his uniform.

Joleen rubbed her clit and found it was still erect, needing attention. As
she fingered it and relighted the fires of passion in her body, the woman
said, "Do you have to go right now, Mike? Couldn't you stay awhile longer?"

"Sorry, lady. Not rain nor sleet nor snow can stop me from delivering junk
mail. Or however that slogan goes. Have fun!" With that, Mike quickly left,
still buttoning his shirt as he went out the door.

Joleen remained on the floor, fingering her clitoris. She sighed and
leaned back, thrusting a finger up her cunt. Another ten minutes of
finger-fucking herself and she climaxed again.

But it wasn't as good as having a man's cock inside her. Any man's cock.

CHAPTER TWO

Joleen dressed after getting off on her masturbation. She idly wondered if
it would be possible to get the mailman to come on a regular basis...
everyday, perhaps. The bored housewife discarded that idea right away. She
knew it wasn't realistic to think that Mike whateverhisnamewas would
provide her with the needed lift to get her out of her boring, dreary rut.
Joleen remembered the old saying, "a rut is just a grave with the ends
knocked out". She felt half-dead -- until Mike had come along to relieve
her boredom.

She poured a couple fingers of bourbon into her glass and swirled it
around for a few seconds before downing the entire contents of the tumbler.
Joleen felt the impact of the alcohol in her stomach. For a moment, her
knees felt weak and watery, and she had to sit down.

After the dizziness passed, she reached for the bottle again. The rest of
the day drifted by veiled in a haze of liquor and longing for a steel-hard
cock shoved up her cunt.

Joleen fell asleep for a while and was awakened when her eighteen-year-old
son came staggering in.

The woman rubbed bleary eyes and knew from the difficulty she had in
focusing her eyes, she was still drunk. But if she was drunk, Larry Jensen
was in even worse shape. Her son couldn't make it down the hall without
bouncing off one wall and smashing into the other.

"Larry!" she snapped. "Where the hell have you been? It's three in the
morning."

Her son's answer came out in a string like taffy being pulled. His words
were slurred, and she knew he was stoned out of his head. "Uh, hi, Mom.
I... I've been over at... a friend's... house." As an afterthought, he
added, "We were... studying. You know?"

Joleen could smell the sweet, pungent odor of marijuana as Larry came into
the room. His clothes would have to be fumigated to get rid of the smell.

"Don't lie to me. You've been over at Katherine's smoking dope." She was
having some trouble making her own words come out in the proper order.

Joleen took a stiff drink from the half-filled glass on the table beside
her chair. She longingly looked at the fluid. It was the last from the
bottle of Benchmark. Even the cheap stuff was gone; she had finished all of
it off a couple days ago.

"So, all right, I was. Big fucking deal. You hit the bottle, I... I take a
hit off... a joint. What's the difference?" Larry flopped down on the floor
in front of his drunk mother.

Joleen studied her son as if for the first time. He looked so much like
Harold, yet acted so differently. Larry had his father's aquiline nose, the
sharp features and flat facial planes. Long black hair and piercing black
eyes the color of coal finished the picture. Right now, those eyes seemed
to be fogged over.

Joleen couldn't say too much about that. She felt a bit on the foggy side
herself. She had drained an entire quart of bourbon, and her body had done
nothing but soak it up like a sponge and get her drunker than a lord.

Besides, the woman didn't really think smoking dope was all that bad.
Larry's grades had been steadily going down, but Joleen thought that was
due more to Katherine than anything else. Larry had run across the
red-haired girl two months after school had begun. Joleen wasn't sure, but
she thought that Larry had probably been a virgin up to that encounter.

Her mind began to wonder about Larry. He looked so much like Harold. Did
he fuck as poorly as his father? Or would he have learned things from
Katherine that would make him a better lover? Harold was too traditional in
his lovemaking. The missionary position or nothing. A woman's place was in
the home. A woman's place was under her man.

Joleen wouldn't have minded the unoriginal fucking if Harold had been much
good at it. She suspected he saved his really expert stuff for those damned
sexy stewardesses. Joleen was certain that Harold balled every one of them
he could entice into bed with him. And he had lots of opportunities flying
to Europe once a month in addition to the domestic flights.

"Aw, come on, Mom. What's the matter?" Larry had reached out and limply
put a hand on his mother's thigh. Joleen looked into her son's eyes again
and realized that her mind had been wandering.

"Nothing, Larry. Nothing's the matter." She pressed her hand on top of
his, then squeezed. Unbidden, Larry's hand closed on her thigh, then began
stroking back and forth. Tremors of anticipation surged through the
brunette's body.

Joleen's hand traveled along Larry's brawny arm while her legs
unconsciously drifted apart. Without even realizing what she was doing, she
was offering her body to her own son!

The thought filtered through her boozedrenched mind, but she didn't care.
Her body was telling her she needed a man. Larry was man. And she wanted
him so badly!

Joleen slipped from the chair and onto the deep pile shag rug. Larry lay
down beside her and ran a hand under her shirt. His hand felt cool,
exciting. As he pressed against her naked flesh, Joleen began to unbutton
his gaudy, embroidered shirt. The buttons quickly parted, and Larry wiggled
out of the garment. He returned the favor, and Joleen was naked to the
waist, too.

Larry mumbled something, then began sucking on Joleen's tit. The woman lay
back on the rug and began to writhe sensuously. The feel of the soft carpet
on her naked back, the wondrous sensation of Larry's wet mouth engulfing
her tit, those were her universe. She felt her son's tongue start at the
base of one of the creamy cones, then begin a slow, agonizing journey up
the slope. He reached the summit after licking most of the soft flesh of
the tit and leaving behind a glistening, saliva-drenched trail.

Joleen felt the tiny nipple begin to surge and fill with blood and her
heart rate accelerated. Her nipple expanded with each beat of her heart
until it was fully erect and feeling as if it would burst like a balloon.

Through the fog that covered her mind like a blanket came the faint
message, "This isn't right!" Joleen ignored it. It felt so good, so damned
good, having a man's mouth sucking at her tits. Larry's hands added to her
stimulation and quickly pushed down any protest that Joleen might have
tried to voice.

The woman felt her son's hand snake its way across her stomach, then under
the waistband of her jeans. Like a miner digging for gold, Larry's hand
plummeted downward until he found the soft mat of her cunt mound. His
fingers began a gentle motion, slipping from one side to the other. Fingers
laced through the coarse strands of pubic hair and then lightly pulled.

Joleen thought that she'd lose her mind from the sheer carnal delight that
hurtled through her body. She never remembered Larry's fumbling to get her
blue jeans off nor did she remember the stroking hands across her torn silk
briefs. The horny woman did remember the finger crammed up her cunt.

She felt as if a knife had ripped into her belly. That slender digit made
her buck and arch her back to shove it as far as she could up into the
seething, liquid interior of her cunt.

"Oh, Larry, darling Larry, my baby... fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" His
mother's words were slurred and indistinct. Larry could barely hear or
understand the words. But it didn't matter. That was what he wanted to do
and that was what he was going to do!

Larry moved his mouth from its position high atop one of Joleen's tits and
began a long, liquid journey down to her cunt. His tongue slipped and slid
over her milky skin until he reached the deep well of her navel. He paused
for a moment, then his tongue hardened and plunged it down into his
mother's navel.

Joleen moaned and reached to take Larry's head in her hands. She pushed at
the back of the black-haired youth's head to insure that his face wouldn't 
leave her belly button unattended for even a second.

The feel of his rough tongue swirling around inside her navel was a turn
on like she had seldom before experienced. It was indescribable; lances of
carnal pleasure stabbed into her belly each time his tongue lightly touched
her. It was as if he had dipped his tongue in acid before beginning his
explorations in the concave depression of her belly.

Larry wasn't satisfied to stay very long sampling this tiny hole. The one
he aimed for was a bit larger; it was able to take his cock until he was
buried balls deep in his mother. His mouth seemed to demand the right to
explore first, and the youth allowed it the privilege knowing his cock
would be satisfied later.

His chin rubbed against his mother's pubic mound. He followed the patch of
hair down to the fully erect pink pillar of Joleen's cunt. Larry licked the
pleasure-button a few times until his mother screamed out, "DAMMIT! FUCK
ME! FUCK ME HAAARD!" She began to whimper and cry in her need for a cock.
Larry continued to suck on the tiny stub of erectile tissue between
Joleen's firm, well-fleshed thighs.

Larry's mind was moving slowly, still under the influence of the dope he
had smoked earlier. All he saw was the gaping cunt in front of him. The
wetness and the musky woman odor seemed to draw him ever onward and made
him oblivious to the fact that he was getting ready to fuck his own mother.

Joleen was past caring who was sampling her pussy. Her cunt overflowed
with juice and dribbled down the crack into her ass. It tickled; it
stimulated. When Larry's tongue speared into her cunt, she cried out
incoherently. "AAAIIEEEEE!"

Her hips began to shake with the pent-up feeling locked within her loins.
The sexual tensions that had mounted were like flood waters behind a dam.
When the dam burst, all hell would break loose. Her body hunched up to meet
her son's mouth, obliviously cramming cunt forcefully into his face.

Larry continued to slurp up the hot oils that seeped from his mother's
pink-lipped cunt. It was tasty, tangy, a treat he'd sampled enough to enjoy
to the utmost. Larry shoved his ramrod of a tongue up as far into the
slippery cunt as he could. Inside the velvet-cloaked channel, he began to
wiggle his tongue around, tantalizing the walls of Joleen's cunt with the
promise of something bigger and firmer to be rammed up his passage after he
had had his fill of her succulent cunt juice.

The tongue slithering around inside the woman's cunt began to feel as if
it were a branding iron charring her delicate pussy flesh. Joleen reached 
between her legs and shoved the black-haired head into her cunt. She wanted
more of the tongue lashing her son was giving her!

The tiny fire that had begun to burn in her stomach was fanned into a
full-fledged blaze by Larry's oral attentions to her clit. When he began to
lick along the blood-engorged flaps that hid her cunt, the fire turned into
a raging inferno that threatened to devour her entire being. His tongue
thrashing about in her cuntal gash triggered a huge orgasm.

Larry felt his mother's stomach muscles tense and the walls of her cunt
begin to ripple and convulse with orgasmic intensity. The gush of cunt
juice threatened to drown her son. He avidly lapped it up like a cat
lapping cream from a bowl, then Larry tired of the tempting treat.

It as time he fucked this horny woman! His very own mother!

Larry began to make his way up Joleen's body. Her arms wrapped around his
body as the boy reached under his mother's armpits and fervently gripped
her shoulders. As her legs drifted apart in obvious encouragement to him,
Larry slammed his hips forward. His turgid, purpled cockhead smashed into
the area around Joleen's cunt, but he failed to hit dead center.

His cock glided up and across the wet pubic thatch and stimulated the
lower portion of his shaft. Larry gasped in reaction. He began to grind his
hips against the pelvis of the woman trapped under him, and soon he felt
his balls tightening and shrinking into a compressed sac that dangled under
his eight-inch cock.

Joleen managed to guide the boy's massive prick down her cuntlips to the
entrance to her hot hole.

"Now, Larry, oooohhh, NOW! FUCK MEEFE!" the woman shrieked. Team began to
well up at the corners of her eyes as she screwed her eyelids tightly shut.
The sensation ripping through her body threatened another orgasm, but
Joleen wanted to prolong this wondrous feeling as long as possible. She
wanted to revel in the feel of Larry's big, manly cock inside her cunt. She
had felt it throb and jerk under her fingers. Now she wanted it deep up her
cunt where it could do what it was designed to do.

Nature had meant for a man to fuck a woman. She wanted the ultimate
experience of being filled with cock until she felt like she would be torn
apart.

She wanted to be fucked!

Larry found the target and shoved powerfully with his hips. Muscles 
tightened and he rocketed forward, his battering ram of a cock sizzling up
the tight, oozing tunnel of his mother's cunt. Larry felt his balls smash
into his mother's ass, so swift was his initial stroke into her cunt. He
paused for a moment, his heart beating heavily.

The teenager wanted to soak in the juices surrounding his dick. The heat
and pressure around his cock made Joleen's cunt seem like a virgin's
asshole. In a distracted fashion, Larry wondered why his father fooled
around when he had a hot, tight cunt like this waiting for him at home. It
didn't really matter to Larry. If his old man didn't want it, he would take
over.

Larry pulled back, and his cock made an obscene sucking noise as he pulled
out of his mother's cunt. He never hesitated. The boy immediately rammed
forward again to surround his cock with the clutching warmth of the cunt
being so freely and wantonly offered to him.

If Larry felt the compression and warmth on his dick, Joleen was feeling
sensations a hundred times more intense and erotic. His massive cock scored
along her cunt and millions of needles jabbed into her pussy walls. Larry's
cock jerked and twitched inside Joleen; she felt every twitch and tremor,
and her body magnified it until shock waves reverberated throughout her
torso. Her breathing was heavy with lust. She clawed at her son's back with
her fingernails and left bloody tracks to attest to her unbridled passion.

As Larry began an agonizing, slow rotation of his hips, Joleen felt
another climax crouching to pounce on her. She began to hunch up and down
to take as much of that sweet, punishing cock up her cunt as she could. As
her knees raised on a level with Larry's shoulders, he corkscrewed himself
forward another full inch into her hot pussy.

Larry felt the first contractions of his mother's cunt that signaled
another orgasm. As she tightened her stomach muscles and clutched wildly at
his buried cock, Larry began a frantic humping. His own orgasm jolted
electrically throughout his groin. Release was only seconds away, and he
wanted to cram himself even farther into his mother's hot cunt.

As Larry's hard strokes flamed into her belly, Joleen shrieked, "OOOOH
GOD!" and climaxed. The tidal wave of ecstasy that swept through her body
sent her to new, unexplored heights of sexual fulfillment.

Larry grunted as he continued pumping his cock into the well-lubricated
cavity between Joleen's legs. When he felt the fiery tide of his jism creep
down his shaft, Larry moaned and arched his back in one last attempt to rip
his mother apart.

His balls blasted out gallons of creamy cum and whitewashed the walls of
Joleen's cunt. For a brief moment, mother and son rocked together, mutual
passion flooding their bodies. All too soon, the tides of orgasm ebbed and
returned both of them to the world of reality.

Locked together in each other's arms, they rested.

In their drug and alcohol stupors, it wasn't long before they began
fucking again.

CHAPTER THREE

Joleen stirred and pulled the covers over her bare, cold skin. Her
shoulder was exposed to the frigid air of the bedroom. She had forgotten to
turn up the heat again. With her head feeling like a rotten melon ready to
split apart, and the taste of a well-worn sweat sock in her mouth, she
didn't wonder why she had forgotten to turn up the thermostat the night
before.

The blanket covered her to the neck, but as she pulled, she felt a
resistance. That bothered her. Harold was out of town and wouldn't be back
from his overseas flight for another week.

Joleen sat bolt upright in bed and ignored the blood pounding in her ears
and the sharp jab of pain that needled into the back of her eyeballs. In
horror, she saw the naked body of Larry in bed next to her. Bits and pieces
of what had happened the previous night began to filter up out of the
hangover-masked depths of her mind.

She remembered being drunk. She remembered Larry coming home from
Katherine's stoned out of his tree. Her mouth felt as dry and parched as
the desert sands when she remembered Larry fucking her.

She had fucked her own son!

The woman felt her stomach do a flipflop in reaction. That was
unforgivable! Joleen could barely comprehend what she had done, the demands
her body had made that forced her into fucking her own flesh and blood.

Larry stretched his cramped muscles without opening his eyes. He yawned an
enormous yawn, then rolled onto his back and flexed his muscles like a cat
awakening from a long nap. Joleen was fascinated in spite of herself as she
watched the flow and play of her son's tendons and muscles.

Her son wasn't a weightlifter or a jock, but he wasn't any
ninety-eight-pound weakling, either. There wasn't any flab on him like 
there was on Harold. In a way, her son reminded her of the man she had
married nineteen years earlier. Larry was trim, well built, sleek,
streamlined and one hell of a good fuck.

That thought frightened her for a moment, then her triphammering heart
slowed back to normal. What was really so wrong with fucking her own son?
There wasn't any chance of pregnancy; the pill had taken care of things
like that. And she needed a man, a real man, around to sate her aching
desires. Her sexual tensions had built to the point where she thought she
would go insane. Was it really all that bad using her son as the outlet she
needed?

The more Joleen thought about it, the more sense it made. Larry was
around. Harold wasn't. Larry was a man, youthful and lustful. Harold was
getting paunchy and hadn't really satisfied her in the last ten years.

Harold Jensen may have been an expert pilot, but when it came down to
soaring in the sack, he was more of a canceled flight than anything else.

"Hi, Mom," said Larry, his voice tinged with the fuzzy blur of sleep.

"How are you this morning?" loleen could barely stand the sound of her own
voice. The hangover made her tongue feel like a catcher's mitt, and she was
sure that the evil little gnome inside her head would never stop kicking
the backs of her eyeballs with those spiked golf shoes.

"Just great. But you look like warmed over death. You shouldn't drink like
you do. Take up a clean vice."

He was sounding more and more cheerful. And Joleen hated him for it.

"Really, Mom. Dope's a lot better high. You must have one hell of a big
hangover." He watched as she solemnly shook her head no.

"Hmmm," Larry muttered. Then he clapped his hands together in a sharp,
emphatic sound that threatened to burst Joleen's eardrums.

"Dammit! Why the hell did you have to do that?" she cried.

"Ha! Thought so! You do have a hangover. And I bet you've forgotten what
all happened last night. Booze makes people forget a lot of stuff. I
remember everything."

Joleen wasn't sure if her son was boasting or merely stating a fact. She
asked, "And what happened, Mr. Know-It-All?"

"After we finished fucking out in the living room, you sucked on my cock
for a while. Then I got it up, we came in here and got it on again." He
studied his mother for a few seconds, then said, "Mother of mine, have you
ever got a tight one. Even tighter than Kathy's, and is she ever a hot
one!"

Joleen saw her son didn't have the slightest remorse or hangup over
fucking his own mother. In fact, he seemed to have enjoyed it. And he was
complimenting her. Joleen couldn't remember the last time Harold had said
anything halfway nice about their lovemaking. Mostly, he just grunted a
lot, shot his load into her, then rolled off and went to sleep.

The woman shuddered as she thought of the many nights she had listened to
Harold's snores disturbing the quiet.

"Don't you think it's a little... kinky... to ball your own mother?"
Joleen asked in obvious surprise.

"Sure, that's what makes it such a turn on! It's really kinky! Face it,
Mom, I can't stand the same things over and over. It's got to be exciting.
You've got to do different things, or you'll get bored. I bet the old man
is a real downer in the sack. Missionary position or nothing, right?"

It took Joleen a couple seconds to realize that Larry was talking about
Harold. She hadn't realized how obvious it was, her relationship with her
husband. Even her son had seen that Harold was less than adequate sexually.
Joleen would not have cared if Harold had been inexpert as long as he had
tried different positions. That hangup of his about always getting on top
was tiresome after so many years of marriage. He wouldn't even eat her out,
though he sometimes demanded that his wife suck his cock. The woman
sometimes thought Harold had a large streak of sadism in him. That he
delighted in making her do the same tired things year after year, refusing
to innovate.

Hell, she had never even been fucked up the ass! In nineteen Goddamn years
of marriage, Harold had completely missed her rear door.

That sudden thought made her answer, "That's the way it is, Larry. Your
father's not much of an ace in bed. He's never... fucked me in... the ass."
Her words stretched out. She wanted to see what effect they would have on
her son.

Larry scratched his ribs, then his balls. The woman couldn't keep her eyes
off his cock. Her son was really hung. That long cock of his could keep a
harem satisfied. It had certainly kept her satisfied last night.

Larry, almost too casually, said, "That so? That must be a real shame
because you have such a nice ass. It's so round and firm. Doesn't sag and
look flabby like most women. This might sound really kinky to you, but I
get a real charge out of watching you walk down the street. Or just around
the house. Your butt sways so nice. Not up and down or from side to side
but sort of in a circle. Really a turn on watching you from behind."

Larry continued to scratch at his groin, languorously, in obvious
invitation.

Joleen licked her dry lips. Did she really want to be ass-fucked by her
own son? It was apparent he'd do it. As the woman watched, she could see
his cock slowly stiffening. Could she waste his beautiful hard-on?

The familiar aching and hollow feeling in her cunt returned. She needed a
man, and Harold wasn't able to provide for her in that line any more. Larry
seemed more than willing; he seemed to be eager for the opportunity to make
it with his own mother.

The bored housewife made the big decision. She reached over and removed
Larry's hand from his crotch and replaced it with her own. She purred,
"What's a big boy like you doing jacking himself off? When there's a woman
around?" Joleen began a gentle stroking of the semistiff cock curled in his
groin. Her hand felt the stiff, bristling hair of her son's groin before
she started the gradual journey down the hardening shaft. Two trips from
balls to cockhead and Larry's prick was huge. As huge as Joleen remembered
from the night before.

She held the quivering cock in her cool grasp, then squeezed. The
pulsating vein along the shaft thrilled her. The feel of the loose skin as
she stroked the cock excited her. When Larry pulled her lips to his for a
deep soul kiss, Joleen almost ripped his prick out by the roots.

Unlike Harold, Larry didn't seem to mind the painful handling of his cock.
He seemed to ignore it in his lust, his haste to pull his mother's body
firmly against his own. Joleen gasped as the air rushed out of her lungs.
Larry's grip around her body was like that of a bear's.

Her tongue dueled in the erotic, moist playground of her son's mouth.
Their tongues twisted around and around and intertwined as they stimulated
each other. When Joleen felt her nipples harden into tiny pebbles poking
into Larry's sparsely haired chest, she knew that she would do whatever he
wanted. She didn't want to deny him any part of her body, be it mouth or
cunt or... asshole!

That singe thought thrilled her more than the entire last ten years of 
fucking Harold. She had been trapped, and now she was being liberated by
her son. Joleen would gladly forsake everything she had for a good sex
partner.

Larry squirted her tongue from his mouth with a thrust of his own oral
member. He decided that he'd had enough of this mouth play the night
before. He wanted to sample other delights of his mother's body. And her
ear seemed like a good place to begin.

Larry exhaled heavily, hotly. His breath sensitized the delicate flesh of
Joleen's earlobe. That simple action made her gasp in reaction and clutch
him even closer. The feel of her tits pressing into his chest made him
wonder if she could poke all the way through his body with those
marble-hard pebbles on the tips of her tits.

He didn't know; he didn't care. If it killed him, what a way to go!

Larry thrust his tongue, cock hard, into his mother's ear. He wasn't able
to penetrate very far, but it didn't make that much of a difference. She
was properly aroused by his erotic foreplay. When he tasted the tender
flesh of her earlobe, Joleen began to writhe and rub against him with a
fierce sexual need. A need to be fucked.

As Larry tongue-fucked his mother's ear, Joleen gripped at her son's chest
with her fingers. Unable to withstand the need any more, she pleaded, "Oh,
Larry... fuck me! I want you up my ass! It's burning up! Fuck me, fuck me,
FUCKMEFUCKME...!"

Larry heard the plea and felt his cock stiffen even more in response. To
actually bury his cock up his mother's asshole! That was something he had
thought about, had jacked off thinking about. A dream about to come true
since she was actually begging him to do it!

It was lime for him to take command. She had more or less been in the
driver's seat up till now.

Laryy would not allow that any longer. He pushed her away from him as he
ordered, "On your hands and knees! Right now!"

Like a flash of lightning, Joleen obeyed. She almost panted in
anticipation of having that huge hunk of manmeat shoved up her ass. Joleen
poised herself on the bed waiting for her son to take her doggie style up
the asshole.

Like an artist, Larry studied the material with which he had to work. His
mother's perky ass poked up in the air, inviting him to spread those milky 
white asscheeks with his cock and plunge into her shit chute. He took both
globes in his strong hands and kneaded the flesh. The flow of the skin
under his powerful squeezing fingers excited Larry. He knew it excited his
mother, too, because he could see the yawning cavern of her cunt begin to
moisten with juice.

Larry gripped one assoheek and turned it in a counterclockwise direction.
The right cheek was rotated in a clockwise pattern. Joleen felt as if she
were being torn apart. The daggers of pain exploded in her loins like bombs
detonating. Rut it was a good pain, a pain tied together with stimulation
of her cunt. Joleen could feel the skin being stretched around her cunt,
feel her clit being worked back and forth as her cuntlips were moved around
the tiny spike of pleasure buried at the juncture of her labia.

Her son knew it was turning her on. The flow of her inner lubricants,
proved that. Her heavy panting, the way her entire body shivered with
carnal need, all showed Larry he was doing the right thing.

But he needed his own throbbing, jerking cock tended to and fast! He
didn't want to squirt his jism all over his mother's back. He wanted to be
inside her when he came. Getting into her ass would be hard unless he was
properly oiled for the job.

Larry gripped his mother's trim waist with his hands and shoved his hips
forward in a swooping thrust. His aim wasn't off a millimeter. The long,
steely shaft penetrated Joleen's cunt and raced up her channel so fast they
both gasped from the sudden friction.

Larry wished he could have stayed there, in this position, fucking his
mother from behind like an animal. His fingers clamped down so tightly on
her waist he left handprints.

He could stay buried up Joleen's cunt. Sure. But that wasn't what either
of them really wanted. Larry quickly made the decision, then rammed in and
out of the frothy cunt several more times to make sure he was properly
greased and ready for action. Then he moved back and spread his mother's
thighs a bit more. Larry had plenty of room. He just liked running his
hands along the smooth, soft skin of the woman's inner thighs.

His cock glistening in the morning light that drifted into the bedroom
through the open curtains, Larry advanced. The bed was soft and yielding
and did not provide him with as firm a surface as he would have preferred.
But all such thoughts vanished when the tip of his cock lightly touched
against the tight sphincter of his mother's ass.

The tiny little muscle was clenched like a fist. It didn't want anything 
the size of Larry's cock shoved past it. But Larry was determined to cram
his prick up his mother's asshole. The tip of his glans pressed firmly into
the resisting asshole. Larry pulled his mother's hips back into his groin
until the hairy upper portions of his thighs rubbed against the backs of
her legs.

Joleen felt the anal muscle begin to relax as Larry slowly, inexorably
shoved forward into her asshole. Larry didn't batter and smash into her,
for which she was grateful. This was painful. It hurt like hell. She hadn't
felt as much pain since she had her cherry popped when she was fifteen.

With his gradual movements, Larry soon buried the broad, turgid head of
his fat cock inside his mother's ass. He caught his breath and poised
himself. The muscle was relaxed and all was in readiness. He tensed the
flat, strong muscles of his stomach, then heaved.

Joleen screamed as her ass was reamed by Larry's eight-inch cock. The
first inch had been painful; this was a thousand times worse. She felt as
if an entire army of fire ants had been turned loose in her asshole. Yet,
at the same time, it was sheer Heaven. The feeling of a huge cock inside
her, filling her and giving her pleasure, became the foremost sensation in
her body, drowning out all pain.

The woman felt her internal membranes being stretched and pulled in new
and unfamiliar directions. The feeling was delicious. Her entire body
tingled and felt more alive than it ever had before. Joleen wondered why
she hadn't done this before.

Ass-fucking was even more fun than having cock shoved up her cunt!

The warmth in her ass spread like slowly melting butter. The woman wiggled
her butt and shoved back into her son's crotch to let him know that
everything was okay. She didn't trust herself to say anything. All Joleen
was able to do was purr like a contented cat, deep in her throat.

Larry didn't have to be told that everything was going fine. He could feel
it. God, could he ever feel it! If he had thrust his cock into a surgeon's
glove, the fit couldn't have been tighter. If the glove had been filled
with hot lava, his cock couldn't have been surrounded by a hotter
substance. Larry felt the searing heat along his entire shaft. He felt as
if he had been caught in some erotically designed vise, his cock completely
trapped in the jaws.

Larry withdrew, then slammed forward again. His mother groaned, "Uuuummm,
goood, Larry, so goood! Fuck my asss!" Her passions mounted higher and
higher as Larry picked up the speed of his stroking.

The friction became virtually unbearable as Larry made one huge thrust
after another into the grasping, hot tunnel of Joleen's ass. His piston
action continued until his balls felt as if they were ready to explode.

Joleen's reaction to the fucking of her virgin ass was even more potent.
The fire kindled in her loins spread like napalm. She was engulfed in the
radioactive fires devouring her innards. The buried spike of Larry's cock
seemed to be the center for the intense, wonderful sensations radiating
throughout her belly.

The woman bounced a bit on the soft bed and the springing action shoved
her son's prick even farther up her ass. Lance after sweet lance of flame
licked at her and gradually crept along her nerves until her entire being
shook and trembled in reaction.

There was no gradual building toward an orgasm for Joleen. Not this time.
The velvet and iron grip clamped down on her and tossed her high on the
hurricane winds of ecstasy before she was aware of what was happening.
Joleen floated and soared and sailed until her body was drained of all
energy. Never had she felt so sexually sated as when she finally drifted
down from that incredible sexual high.

Larry had felt his mother's body go rigid with climax. His own was quick
to follow. The idea of fucking his mother was a turn on; fucking her up the
shit chute was even more exciting to the youth. His cock seemed to expand
even more, fill up the tiny diameter of the woman's asshole to capacity,
before it literally exploded.

A flood of jism dynamited into Joleen's ass. Larry bucked and hunched in
his lust as his mighty cock spewed out its fiery load. All too soon, his
cock began to deflate and Larry looked down between his legs. His
once-proud cock dribbled out of his mother's ass amid a flow of his own
cum. White gobs of the sticky cream clung to his prick as the fleshy rod
rapidly shrank. Larry felt weak, and collapsed onto the bed. Joleen curled
up next to him and quietly said, "That was super, or whatever you call it,
Larry."

"Super? You mean it was one hell of a fuck!"

"Right on!"

Then they drifted off to sleep, curled up against each other like young
lovers.

CHAPTER FOUR

The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the window bathing the sleeping
mother and son. Joleen stirred and reached out. Her hand found warm flesh.
She began to stroke it. The firm muscles under the asscheek she found began
to flex. In a few minutes, Larry turned over and took his mother in his
arms.

"Morning, Mom. How's things?"

Joleen began to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her hangover was gone. For that she was glad. But the guilt still
remained. She had fucked her own son. And she had done it twice!

Her answer was weak. "All right, I suppose."

Larry laughed harshly. "Still hung up over what we did? Hell, Mom, no
reason to be. If the old man's no good, you deserve someone better. Right?
I just happened to be around."

"Is that all you think about... about screwing your own mother?"

Larry's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah. What more do you want me to say? I
really got off on it. You're one hell of a good lay."

"Y-You're not feeling the least bit guilty? I mean... incest!" Joleen's
brain had cleared and the fog of booze had gone. The full impact of what
they had done had hit her.

"Incest? Shit, that's just a scare word out of the Dark Ages. I dig you,
you dig me. We make a good team together in the sack. And you've got a damn
tight cunt. And don't tell me I'm not any good at fucking. I've fucked
enough chicks to know what's good and what isn't."

Joleen studied her son. She believed her son when he said she was a good
lay. Joleen knew she was, and that bothered her quite a bit.

Her sex drive was strong, and Harold insisted on the old "wham, bam, thank
you, ma'am!" style of fucking. If he ever took more than ten minutes to
ball her, she had forgotten when. And he never even tried for a second
time. Said he didn't like sloppy seconds. Harold usually rolled over on his
pot belly and went to sleep, snoring loudly.

Joleen looked at Larry. Maybe he had the right idea. Why did she even
bother to stick around with Harold? That bastard didn't really mistreat her
physically. He was more cunning. All he tried was mental torture. He kept 
her locked in a golden cage so that she wouldn't get out and find some
other stud to service her.

It was Harold's bad luck that Larry was around.

With him, Joleen thought she might have found the way out of her
money-lined nest. She had been afraid of leaving Harold because he was able
to give her lots of nice clothes, a good house and a new car every year.

The one thing he didn't give her was a good fucking. Ever.

Joleen couldn't even be sure Harold loved her.

"Maybe you're right, Larry."

"Hell, yes, I'm right! And you know it! Don't you?" her son demanded.

Joleen thought for a few seconds as she studied his deep black eyes, now
blazing with cold intensity.

"You're right," she admitted, and meant it.

"Now what are you going to do to get out of here? It's pretty plain that
we can fuck all we want. But you need more. Besides, Katherine's enough to
wear me out. I'm not putting her on ice, even for my own sweet, tight-assed
mother." Larry's tone was conversational.

Joleen marveled at how calmly he took all this. She was lost in a
bewildering flood of emotions.

It must be the new morality, she told herself. He could accept all sorts
of things that her upbringing told her were wrong. And Larry seemed to be
the happier right now. He seemed to be better adjusted than she ever had
been.

What use was money if it made you unhappy? It was certainly no good to
Joleen since it didn't bring her even a moderately good fucking. She had
toyed with the idea of going out and finding a stud to service her. The
money could be wormed out of Harold if she played her cards right. She
could nag him until he gave her some to shut her mouth. If only he were
freer with his money and less so with the stuff like cars and clothes and
furniture.

Joleen knew that she could really knock out a dude if she wore some of the
clothes she had hanging in her closet and never had the chance to wear.
That brilliant red dress slit up the side that exposed her legs, thighs and
ass and let her tits dribble out the top would make any man's cock hard.

But she lacked the courage to go out to a bar and get picked up. Joleen's
strict upbringing and religious hangups caught her in a really bad trap.

"So why not come to a party over at Katherine's tonight?" Larry had seen
the distracted look in her eyes and had guessed what she was thinking.

"A party?" Joleen was unsure of herself. She knew what kind of parties
Larry had been going to.

"Yeah. Don't get so uptight. You don't have to smoke dope unless you want
to. Most of the people that show up usually bring a bottle. You know. Wine.
Sangria or whatever."

"Wh-what do you do at the party?"

"It's just a party. Come along and see for yourself. But you'd better
leave your Puritan morals here if you decide to come. It'll be over at
Katherine's pad. You know where she's at."

Without further discussion, Larry lithely vaulted out of the bed and
walked off. Joleen watched him go. His taut muscles rippling as he walked
made her cunt ache for him again. How she needed a man, a real man -- and
all the time!

That decided her to go to the party. She didn't want to get involved with
the drug scene, but Larry said people showed up and just got drunk. That
suited her fine. And maybe she could find someone who'd be willing to fuck
her. Someone who would be good at it. Someone she could enjoy in bed.

Joleen lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time. The
tiny cracks that had begun to appear in the plaster didn't interest her.
The woman's mind was on her relationship with Harold, how rotten it had
become. Then she lovingly thought of Larry and how fine it had been to have
him fuck her. He had even fucked her up the ass.

That had been the first time for her. And that decided her to go to
Larry's party for sure. If she could find someone who interested her, who
could satisfy her body's sexual hungers, it would be time well spent. And
if she didn't find someone who would fuck her cross-eyed, the time wouldn't
be wasted. She could be getting pleasantly drunk and forget all about her
problems.

Otherwise, she'd just sit around the house getting drunk all by herself,
feeling miserable and maybe watching the crummy situation comedies on 
television.

Joleen was uncertain how to dress for the party, and Larry had long since
gone to spend the afternoon wherever he went. The woman was certain her son
didn't bother to go to school any more. Exactly what he did with his time,
she wasn't sure. She didn't really care one way or the other, either.

As long as he didn't turn out like his father, Joleen figured everything
would be all right.

Joleen finally decided that the clothes she wore around the house would be
the best choice. Larry's friends would all be high school age, or so she
imagined.

Joleen Jensen was in for a big surprise.

She hesitantly approached Katherine's apartment. The noise from inside was
muted, but still audible outside. Nothing too loud to provoke the neighbors
into calling the cops, but there was still enough noise to let Joleen know
she had found the right place. She self-consciously rubbed her sweaty palms
on her blue jeans and wondered if the embroidered work shirt she wore would
be considered out of place.

Would everyone consider her to be an outsider trying to butt in on their
fun? Or would it be like Larry said? Everyone would either accept her or
not, and on their own terms. It would be interesting to meet people who
formed opinions on their own without being influenced by dress or
background. The dreary people that Harold dragged home with him were all
such snobs. Dollar signs seemed to be in their eyes whenever they looked
over the house. And the bitches in the bridge club were just as bad.
Everything was money, money, money.

Joleen would have been willing to bet anything not a singe one of these
old biddies had had a good fuck within the last six months.

She knocked timidly, then louder as her confidence grew.

Katherine came to the door. Joleen recognized her immediately by the
flame-red hair. She quickly studied her son's girlfriend and decided he had
good taste in women. Katherine was tall, a bit on the stocky side. But
everything was in the right place and there was lots of it.

Katherine didn't have a beautiful face, but it was passable. Her body,
however, was obviously her primary asset. In more ways than one. The
redhead had an ass that just didn't quit. It was round and firm. It bounced
slightly as she walked, rolled around with a swaying motion that Joleen 
appreciated, even envied.

The other girl's tits were almost fully exposed. She, too, wore a blue
work shirt with embroidered pornographic designs. Hers was unbuttoned and
hanging loose to reveal the whiteness of the huge tits underneath. They
drooped a bit under their own weight, but those mounds of titflesh were a
real turn on. Joleen couldn't understand it exactly, but she found herself
getting all itchy in the cunt just looking at the lovely red-haired
Katherine.

In some way Joleen didn't quite understand, her own son's girlfriend
turned her on.

"Yeah?" said Katherine, then, recognizing Joleen, she exclaimed, "Hey!
You're Larry's old lady! Come on in! The party's just getting started!"

"Thanks." Joleen went in clutching the bottle of bourbon she had brought.
Inside the small apartment were a half-dozen people lounging around in
various states of undress. A couple of men were stripped to the waist.
Joleen's heart beat faster at the sight of one of them. The hairy mat on
his chest and the bulging biceps made her want to rip off her clothes, go
stuff her cunt into his face and beg him to fuck her as hard as he could.

Joleen refrained from the impulse as Katherine told her, "The glasses and
ice are out in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourself to anything you
want."

The meaning was clear.

Joleen made her way through the crowd to the small kitchen and fixed a
strong drink. She thought she might need it. The faint aroma of grass
drifted to her, but she decided this was one of the things she'd have to
put up with. To get a chance at fucking the guy with the broad chest, she'd
put up with a hell of a lot.

She made her way back to the living room and stood, watching the scene in
progress. Katherine was busy putting another stack of records on the
stereo. Joleen wasn't all that much into rock music, but she thought she
recognized the song that was starting.

Katherine went back to her intimate discussion with a skeleton-thin
teenager sitting on the sofa. The boy's hand drifted to the open blouse and
fondled Katherine's big tits. The girl didn't seem to mind. Quite the
contrary, she seemed to encourage it. Katherine reached over and was soon
stroking the guy's zippered crotch. Joleen could see the outline of the
guys cock pressing against his jeans as he got harder and harder from the 
handjob.

Just watching made Joleen hot. She didn't come to this party to listen to
music or get drunk or watch others making out.

She came to get fucked.

A voice from the floor said, "Aren't you a bit lonesome up there? All by
yourself?"

Joleen looked down and saw a guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, staring up
at her. "It is a bit lonely. What do you suggest to cure that piss-poor
condition?"

"For starters, how about you getting that fine ass of yours down here
where I can see if it's real or not."

"It's real. No padding."

"I don't believe it. It's too perfect not to be padded out."

Joleen felt the boy's hand creeping up her leg, massaging and squeezing
her calf. That was all it took for Joleen to collapse to the floor and lay
beside the man.

He wasn't too bad-looking. Not the muscular type like the dude across the
room, but he was adequate for what Joleen wanted. Besides, she suspected it
didn't matter what kind of equipment the guy had as long as he could use it
well.

Her gaze followed her hand to his groin. She saw the bulge under his
jeans, then felt the outline of a cock under her fingers. A quick motion
freed his cock. Joleen eagerly grabbed it and began stroking up and down.

The guy gulped hard when he felt the friction along his cock.

"Damn, you don't waste any time, do you? My name's Ray."

"Mine's Joleen. And why don't you put that damn thing out and unbutton my
blouse?"

Ray looked surprised and then passed the roach along to someone behind
him. Joleen heard him say, "I won't be needing this for a while."

When Ray turned back, however, he didn't even attempt to work on the
buttons holding Joleen's shirt together. He reached to her waist and undid 
her belt. Then he slid his hands around her to her well-fleshed ass.

"Damnation!" he exclaimed. "You weren't shitting me! Those are for real!
Not a bit of padding anywhere I can feel!" His fingers were cool on her
asscheeks. When Ray began to squeeze, Joleen returned the favor and clamped
down on his cock. She rubbed up and down his prick, feeling it quiver and
jerk under her handling. The woman's fingers traced out the huge blue vein
along the shaft, then drifted up its length to the head of the huge cock.

Joleen lightly ran her fingernails over the sensitive cockhead, then
pressed the tip between her fingers. Ray gasped but said nothing.

He moved his fingers down the humid crease of her ass. His fingers managed
to find her tiny ashole and entered. It wiggled and wormed its way up into
Joleen's shit chute until the woman couldn't restrain herself any longer.

"Oh, God, Ray! Stop it! STOP IT! I want you to fuck me, not play with my
asshole!"

Ray gulped as Joleen tightened her grip on his cock to emphasize her
desperate need.

"You sure as hell don't mince words, do you? You come with anybody
special?"

"No." The woman didn't trust herself to say more. The feel of Ray's finger
diddling up her ass made Joleen feel like jelly inside. She shook with
ill-concealed lust. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed his long cock up
her cunt, not clutched in her hand!

"Hey, wow, I recognize you! You're Larry's old lady, aren't you? Wow!"
Ray's finger increased its depth of penetration in a mock fucking of her
asshole.

"Fuck me, damn you! Get your fucking finger out of my ass and fuck me!"

Ray laughed. "You're so damned horny I can hardly believe it. But if you
want something, mother of my good buddy Larry, then suck on my cock instead
of squeezing it to death!"

His voice changed pitch, and Ray commanded, "Suck my cock, you stupid
bitch!"

The words seared into Joleen's brain. They excited her. They made her feel
so hot she couldn't bear it any longer. If she sucked his cock, maybe then
he would fuck her. And she knew his cock was big enough to please her.

If only he would cram it up her cunt!

Maybe if she did what he commanded, he would grant her wish and satisfy
the need in her burning cunt.

Joleen quickly slipped down and took the head of the man's cock into her
mouth and began to run her tongue around and around in small circles. Ray
gasped and removed his hands from her ass to put them behind her brunette
head. He pressed her face into his groin as he called out, "Suck, damn you,
SUCK!"

Joleen sucked. Her cheeks caved in and she allowed the suction to pull the
teenager's massive cock into her mouth. As his cock was pulled in, she ran
her rough, wet tongue all over the surface, finding every bump and ridge,
leaving a trail of saliva behind.

Joleen was excited by the taste of cock in her mouth. Her tongue found the
tiny pin-prick hole at the end of Ray's shaft. She tried to push the small
tip of her tongue into his cock, knowing full well the effort would fail.
But Joleen didn't really care because it was so much fun trying.

Ray wasn't complaining, either. He was being driven mad by the expert
blowjob. Lances of pleasure jabbed into his balls and tightened them into
compressed spheres. Then they became a pressure cooker with only one safety
valve -- that hole in the end of his cock that Joleen was so avidly trying
to enter with her tongue. The searing delight seized him and burned in his
belly, made his balls tumble and boil with incredible lust.

Ray wanted to blast his jet of cum into Joleen's mouth right then and
there. But he was selfish. He wanted even more of her mouth on his cock. He
wanted the full effect of her expert oral attentions. He wanted her to lick
and tongue his cock from hairy balls to purple tip. He wanted his prick to
feel like it would rupture from the intense pleasure this woman was giving
it.

Joleen sucked for all she was worth. She felt Ray's cock begin to expand
under her tongue as more and more blood pumped into the shaft. He tasted so
good! She began to nibble and gnaw at the rubbery stalk in her mouth while
she continued to suck like a vacuum cleaner on his cock. Ray began to
writhe and buck when Joleen's tongue swept back and forth along the
sensitive underside of his jerking, painfully throbbing cock.

Ray pushed the brunette's head down into his crotch. He needed more, ever
more of this fine head! He had been missing out on a lot fooling around
with the chicks who normally came to these parties. Joleen was so damned 
good it was almost frightening to him. He began to think of ways he could
monopolize her -- she was such a good cocksucker that he didn't want to
share her with anyone else!

As Ray pulled her down, Joleen took his entire cock into her mouth. The
knob on the top of his cock slid slickly along the roof of her mouth, then
the entire prick sailed down her throat. She took it all without gagging.
Joleen had learned the secret of putting her tongue directly under the
invading cock, stimulating it to the utmost as it plunged down her throat.

Ray found that out quickly. He felt the tingly needles of delight jab into
his cock when Joleen's teeth rubbed against his sensitive shaft. The
wetness of her mouth soothed him, he felt himself dragged down into her
throat, tight, hot and wet.

It was too much for his turtured balls to endure. The sensation jolted
back along his tense and jerking cock to his scrotum. The pressure cooker
of his balls exploded with a fierce violence that sent spurt after fiery
spurt of jism down Joleen's gulping throat.

Ray's cock burned with lust as he ejaculated wildly into the woman's
sucking mouth. And Joleen was happy to take all of Ray's cum that she
could. The first spurt seemed to arc down her throat without even touching
her tongue.

The woman pulled back a bit so that the second spurt would roll across her
tongue. She savored the tangy taste, the salty flavor of Ray's jism. She
began to suck as hard as she could to milk hint dry of every drop of his
cum.

"CHRIIIST!" was all Ray could scream out as she applied even more suction
to his cock.

She continued to suck until his pumping prick was emptied of all its
creamy load. Joleen felt his fingers ease their tension from the back of
her head, and she looked up into Ray's lust-glazed eyes.

Her pink-tipped tongue gently flicked out and snatched a droplet of spunk
that had oozed from the tip of his still rigid prick.

Ray relaxed and lay back on the floor, muttering, "Damn, are you something
else!"

Joleen sat up and licked her lips clean of the tasty jism. Sucking Ray off
hadn't sated her desires in the least. And now she had made sure he
wouldn't be able to thrust that long, long cock into her for quite a while.

She watched his cock wilt, and her own comment was, "Damn!"

CHAPTER FIVE

As Joleen watched the exhausted man stretch out on the floor, she heard a
soft voice say, "You're not so bad, you know."

Joleen looked up to see a raven-haired girl wearing the standard T-shirt
boldly emblazoned with the word "FUCK!" Nipples poked against the flimsy
fabric to show off to good effect a really nice pair of tits. The T-shirt
ended just above the girl's belly button to expose her midriff. Joleen
secretly envied the girl the trim flatness of her stomach. Her own was
slightly rounded. Not much, but enough to make her wish she was a bit more
like this girl.

The girl was dressed in nothing else but red silk panties. Trim,
well-formed legs and thighs made Joleen feel that yearning she had felt
seeing Katherine's tits bouncing around underneath her shirt.

"My name's Linda. And that clown you just sucked off is my boyfriend."

Joleen swallowed hard, still tasting Ray's cum in her mouth. Was Linda
mad? Was she going to pick up the nearest blunt object and try to bash a
rival's brains out for fucking around with her boyfriend and sucking his
cock?

Joleen quickly put those ideas out of her mind. Looking up at Linda, she
couldn't detect the slightest bit of animosity. She didn't seem to be
pissed off because Joleen had ruined her man for another twenty minutes or
so. In fact, she seemed almost... eager.

Linda dropped to the floor to sit Indian fashion. "You're new around here.
I've never seen you at one of these orgies before. How're you liking it so
far?"

Joleen looked into the girl's wide brown eyes. No bad vibes at all, just
simple curiosity.

"This is the first time I've been here. My... my son invited me." There,
she'd said it.

"Your son? Oh, wow, this is far out! Your son invited you to this? You
sure don't look old enough to have a son who'd be... hey, you're not
Larry's mother? Hell, yes, I can see the resemblance!"

Linda seemed to be enthusiastic about meeting Joleen. Linda said, her
voice lowered, "See what my T-shirt says?"

Joleen nodded to show that she did. The blatant "FUCK!" was both a
statement of a philosophy and a way of life for the girl. That much was
obvious from the way Linda walked around stripped down for action.

"Well?" she demanded.

"What do you mean?" Joleen wasn't certain, but the thought of what Linda
was proposing seemed sort of kinky to her. But no kinkier than fucking her
own son had been. Besides, she'd never made it with another woman before.

Heaven knew she'd been turned on more than once by other girls since she'd
walked through Katherine's door.

Joleen watched as Linda stripped off the red silk bikini briefs and the
T-shirt. It took two fluid movements for the girl to be sitting totally
naked in front of the increasingly lustful eyes of Joleen. The woman
studied Linda's tits.

Huge mounds of marshmallow flesh bobbed and swayed to and fro as the girl
breathed. Joleen couldn't help but notice the increase in breathing as
Linda's passions mounted -- passion for her!

The slight droopiness of the tits didn't put Joleen off in the least. Not
when she noticed the slightly upturned nipples were as hard as pebbles with
lust. The nipples were a fiery red and seemed to be like fingers pointing
at her and beckoning her to sample them.

Joleen restrained herself for a moment to study the rest of the girl's
body. A trim waist that flared out to a nice ass. But Joleen's heart almost
stopped when Linda spread her legs. Revealed in the shadowy area between
her legs was a beautiful cunt. Light from the single bulb overhead caught
the droplets of cunt juice that already flowed from Linda's hot snatch.

That convinced Joleen that she'd have to sample the offered cunt before
Linda grew bored -- or Ray regained his hard-on. Joleen looked at the prone
man with a little guilt for having sucked him off and deprived his
girlfriend of his massive cock up her twat. Then she looked back at Linda's
juicy cunt.

She wasn't the least bit sorry she'd given head to Ray when she saw Linda
open her arms in obvious invitation.

Joleen stripped off her shirt and quickly discarded the already 
half-removed jeans. She had come prepared and hadn't bothered with
underwear. It would have only gotten in her way. And seeing Linda made
speed imperative.

The two naked women met and their lips melted together in a deep kiss.
Their tongues dashed back and forth between their mouths, and Joleen felt
her lust rising like the tide. She needed more of this -- lots more!

As if reading her mind, Linda reached down to Joleen's cunt mound and
began to rub and grind the palm of her hand into the pubic bone. Joleen
moaned, but it was muffled by the other girl's mouth on hers. Joleen
squirmed and began to writhe around on the floor when Linda's hand moved
down to the now erect clit.

Linda took the woman's clitoris between thumb and forefinger and tweaked
the go-button until Joleen thought she would lose her mind. Spears of
ecstasy lanced into her belly, filled her with wondrous sensations that
added fuel to the flames of her lust.

Linda didn't stay long diddling with Joleen's clit. A deft hand slipped
along the oily slit and probed far into the woman's cunt. Three fingers
inside Joleen's twat caused her to hunch and thrust her hips forward in a
vain attempt to cram them all the way up into her belly.

Joleen felt Linda slide closer and begin to rub her tits against those of
the brunette. Two jolts of electricity seared her nerves where Linda's tits
pressed firmly against her own nipples. When the girl began to move her
body on top of Joleen, her weight pressed down. This gave added stimulation
to her tits crushing into Joleen's.

Linda was soon entirely on top of Joleen. Their mouths were locked
together, tongues wrestling and twirling around each other, pushing
Joleen's passions higher and higher. The taste of Linda's saliva was a real
turn on.

But the weight of the other girl's body pressing down on her did a lot to
add to the erotic stimulation. Their tits were mashed together, nipple to
aroused, pebble-hard nipple. With Linda's palm shoved hard against her
pubic mound and three fingers buried knuckles deep up her cunt, Joleen felt
like she was in Heaven.

Joleen felt her sweat-slickened body slip and slide against Linda's as the
two women passionately wrestled around. It finally occurred to Joleen that
she could be doing the same thing to Linda that the girl was doing to her.
She groped around for a moment until she found the oily patch that marked
the entrance to Linda's cunt. Joleen stroked up and down the cuntlips for a
moment, feeling the delicate tissues quiver and chum with lust.

A quick twist of her wrist sent two fingers far up Linda's cunt. The flood
of cunt juices drenched Joleen's hand. She began to rub the slippery stuff
off by rubbing her hand back and forth.

This nearly drove Linda wild. The girl cried out, "OOOHHH! Damn, that
feels good! Keep doing it, Joleen! AAAIIIEE!"

Joleen had discovered Linda's clit and began to shove her thumb into it.
The pleasure-center of the other girl was hard to trap because of the river
of pussy juice flooding from her cunt. The woman had to be content with
fucking the girl's cunt. Each time the clitoris sprang erect after being
pushed down, Linda moaned louder and ground her hips into Joleen's hand a
little further.

This gave Joleen an idea.

She broke off their kiss, and before Linda could protest, had spun
completely around. She spread her legs and took Linda between them, then
began to work her cunt down over the other girl's. Legs scissored together,
their cunts met and began to devour each other.

Joleen spread her cuntlips in a lewdly erotic kiss that trapped Linda's
pussy. She tightened her muscles, and her pussylips closed around Linda's
cunt as if she were a man eating out the raven-haired girl's twat. Joleen
worked her cunt back and forth and a loud slushing noise filled the air.
Several people stopped their own intimate lovemaking and looked, but Joleen
and Linda were too busy to notice their audience.

The sensations that flooded Joleen's body were wonderful. Lances of
undiluted joy filled her cunt, then exploded in her belly each time her
cuntlips closed over Linda's. Their cunt juices mixed and made their
pussies slippery. Black hair pressed firmly into brown, the coarse mats
drenched with both girl's cunt juices. Joleen was getting enough
stimulation out of feeling Linda's snatch grind across her clit to get off,
but she wanted to add to the stimulation she was receiving.

She grabbed Linda's trim, well-shaped leg and pulled it to her body. The
woman managed to get the ankle between her tits and started to caress her
body with Linda's leg. The feeling of the girl's trim ankle and calf
pushing hard against her tits sent fresh waves of sensation knifing into
Joleen's body. She felt the stab of delight deep in her chest meet the
warmth rushing up from her active cunt which still avidly slurped and
fondled Linda's cunt.

Joleen lay back in a carnal paradise. She felt Linda kiss her leg and
begin to stroke all the way down to her thigh. When the other girl arched
her back and shoved their cunts together -- hard -- Joleen came.

Her orgasm seized her and blotted out the room entirely. She couldn't
think straight, her mind was glazed over with lust as she felt Linda
repeatedly heave her cunt against her own wet thatch of pubic hair.

Joleen cried out, "Ooooh, Linda! Godddaaamn but thaaat's niiice! Ooohh,
niiice!"

Linda's heavy breathing and the sound of blood pounding in her ears
prevented her from hearing Joleen. But she did feel the sudden convulsive
squeeze on her cuntlips by Joleen's. Linda knew that the woman had
climaxed. This caused her to increase the speed of her rubbing. As the
tempo picked up, Linda felt the familiar stab into her gut as her own
orgasm began.

It mounted, possessing her slowly at first. Then, like a snowball rolling
downhill, it grew until she could no longer deny it. The orgasm burst on
her, and she tensed all her muscles in reaction and screamed out, "AAAHHH!
UUUNNGGGHHH!!"

The two women collapsed, exhausted. Linda managed to untangle their legs,
her cunt spread wide for Joleen's lustful gaze. The woman had gotten off on
the lesbian lovemaking, but it still didn't satisfy her cunt-deep itch for
a man.

She needed a man's cock ramming hard and fast into her cunt before she
could feel satisfied. Joleen began to wish that Larry was here. He knew how
to take care of her properly. He knew the things to do that made her feel
good all over.

Linda called out, "Wow, Joleen, that's neat! I've never tried that
before."

Joleen wasn't sure if Linda meant lez action or that particular position.
She made her own answer intentionally vague since she didn't want to appear
to be out of it.

"Neither have I. Like it?"

"Damn right!" came the immediate answer. "Do you want to have at it
again?"

Linda's voice drifted off as she looked toward Ray. Ray had finally gotten
enough rest from his blowjob. His cock stood hard and straight above his
crotch.

Linda quickly said, "Later, Joleen. I see something else!" The girl stood
and quickly straddled Ray's prick. Joleen watched the girl's cuntlips open
greedily as they tasted the his cock, then there was a loud, sloppy sound
as Linda dropped down hard onto Ray's stomach, taking his entire cock up
her cunt. From the look of sheer pleasure on Linda's face and the smile of
satisfaction on Ray's, Joleen knew they would be fucking each other for
some time before either of them would even think of another partner.

She was left naked and alone, still burning with the need for a cock to be
rammed up her cunt. Joleen looked around, hoping to find the hairy-chested
giant she had seen when she had first arrived.

She found him. He was busy eating out a blonde's cunt while another fucked
herself silly on his cock. From this position, Joleen thought the guy must
be at least ten inches long. And from the expression on the girl's face, he
could have been even longer.

The woman's shoulders slumped in disgust. It'd be quite a while before
either his mouth or his prick would be available. Joleen took a long pull
at her bourbon as she heard the door open.

She turned to see Larry and an older man walk in. The man with Larry
seemed to be about thirty. Definitely older than most of the crowd in the
room. He seemed to have a commanding air about him, masterful and sure of
himself. He wasn't all that good-looking, but Joleen hardly noticed. The
way he carded himself, the way he seemed to be so confident, appealed to
her.

Joleen began to study his body and found it to her liking. He wasn't as
muscular as the stud across the room who was still noisily sucking on the
blonde cunt, but he hard a wily look about him. He was rawhide and steel
wire. Tough and a little bit cruel. His nose hooked slightly like a hawk's
beak, and he had hair as back as Larry's. Piercing black eyes seemed to
bore into Joleen's soul.

Her own eyes silently pleaded, "Fuck me!"

Larry introduced them. "Willie, this is... Joleen. I've told you about
her."

Joleen didn't cower under the close scrutiny that Willie gave her. She was
proud of her body, and she positively glowed after the lesbian lovemaking.

Her nipples were still erect, and to make sure that Willie got the full
message, Joleen spread her legs to reveal her moist cunt to him.

She almost laughed when Willie's hand shot to his crotch. He rubbed up and
down a couple times, the hard-on obvious even through the expensively
tailored slacks.

"Pleased to see you here, Joleen. I just happened to be in town, and Larry
brought me by for a little action. Know where I can find some?"

Joleen smiled. This man was definitely to her liking. She lay back, her
feet flat on the floor and her knees raised. She supported herself on her
elbows and opened her legs even more for Willie.

"Does this look like enough action for you?" she asked, smiling lewdly.

Willie smiled crookedly and began stripping off his expensive suit. "Looks
good from up here. But I'd rather check out that lovely snatch of yours
firsthand."

As he dropped his trousers and kicked aside his shorts, Joleen saw the
huge cock the man had. Erect and quivering with lust, his cock was a good
nine inches long. This was what she'd been looking for all night long.

"I don't want you checking out anything firsthand. I want all of that to
do the checking." Joleen's eyes were riveted to Willie's massive cock.

Larry had circulated around the room and had come back. He said in
disgust, "Hell, every available hole's already taken. Shit!"

Willie never took his eyes off Joleen's cunt. He said, "This chick has a
rear door, too. I'll take the front and you can be a back-door man for a
while. Dig, kid?"

Larry smiled and began removing his clothes. "Got it, Willie! And we'll
all get it, huh?" The two laughed.

Joleen had missed part of their talk. Willie reached down, grabbed her
under the arms and lifted her to her feet as if she were a rag doll. She
was frankly amazed at the smooth, well-controlled demonstration of strength
he had just shown.

"Spread 'em, baby!"

Willie's hand pressed against Joleen's inner thigh until she split her
legs to give him all the access he needed for entry into her cunt. He 
continued to caress and fondle her tender inner thigh until she started to
breathe hard. It was obvious he wanted her strung out to the highest
possible sexual tension before he granted her the feel of his mighty cock.

Willie was a few inches taller than Joleen, and had to bend at the knees
to get his cock under her. He gripped her around the waist and pulled her
strongly to his body, her nipples poking into his chest with fierce desire.

"Ready?" he asked.

Joleen felt Willie's body tensing for the thrust. She nodded and braced
herself.

Like a rocket taking off, his cock roared straight up and plunged into her
cunt. She shrieked, "GOD, OOOOHHH! CHRIIST!" as he sailed up her twat and
banged against the end of her cuntal channel.

The pain was intense as he stuffed her cunt. Her legs turned watery and
she began to collapse around the spike of cock that was stuck into her.
Willie's arms supported her. He allowed her to drop just enough to cram a
fraction of an inch more cock up into her cunt, then he lifted her.

He gave his hips several rapid twists to rotate his buried cock. Joleen
felt a fire ignite in her cunt.

Her pussy walls had been trickly with cunt juice. Now they seemed to gush
forth gallons of lubricant as her lust mounted. She wanted Willie more than
she had ever wanted any other man. He filled her. He gave her the cock she
so desperately needed.

And Willie seemed to realize this. He held Joleen steady, withdrew, and
then smashed into her again with his massive battering ram of a prick. The
surge of Willie's cock up her cunt caused Joleen to faint in reaction.

She awoke to the steady fucking motion up and down inside her cunt. Willie
had decided the best way to bring her out of her faint would be to give her
an increased dose of the medicine that had blacked her out in the first
place.

He had been right. Willie's monstrous prick was just the medicine the
cock-hungry woman needed.

When he saw that she had regained consciousness and was getting off on the
expert, powerful fucking he was giving her, Willie said to Larry, "Climb on
board! Strap her on and get to fuckin' that hot, tight ass!"

Joleen felt her son's hands on her ass. The flesh trembled under Larry's
touch as Joleen anticipated what was to come. Larry's cock jerked and
bucked as he neared his mother's asshole. He knew exactly how hot and tight
she was up the ass.

Larry filled both hands with asscheek and pulled. The deep, dark crease
between the two hunks of meat opened to his lustful inspection. Buried at
the bottom of the trench was his target. The tiny asshole he intended to
fuck just like Willie was fucking Joleen's cunt.

To stimulate his mother even more, Larry began to rotate the two halves of
Joleen's ass while he squeezed down as hard as he could. He left red finger
outlines in the snow-white flesh. Larry enjoyed the feel of the skin
flowing under his grip like putty. He didn't want to rearrange his mother's
ass in any way, but the sensation of flesh oozing around his fingers like
toothpaste turned him on in a big way.

It turned him on so much that he had to get inside her ass or he'd shoot
his cum all over her backside. That would have humiliated Larry as well as
leaving him unsatisfied. He moved up to the small opening in front of him.

It didn't seem possible that he could thrust his large cock into such a
tiny place. Larry spit on his hand and transferred the spit to his cock. He
rubbed it along the purple head of his prick until it shone brightly in the
light. Properly lubricated for the job, Larry guided his cock straight to
his mother's asshole.

He pressed forward a bit and felt the tremors sail through Joleen's body.
This excited the youth, knowing he was responsible for such passion in his
mother's body. He continued to push forward with a gradually increasing
pressure until his entire cockhead was buried up her ass. When he felt the
searing heat boiling out of her shit chute, Larry rammed forward as hard as
he could with his hips.

He roared up Joleen's ass and felt his balls smash hard against her
asscheeks when he was completely buried. The heat from her asshole seared
him. The tight fit gripped at him and made him think he had been trapped in
a velvet-lined bear trap.

While he was fully inside Joleen's ass, Larry felt something move against
the underside of his cock. In his lust-numbed daze, it took a couple of
seconds for the him to realize that this was Willie's cock pounding away up
and down inside Joleen's cunt.

The thin internal wall was all that separated the two men's cocks.

The sensation was kinky enough to push Larry's passions to even greater
heights. He began to retreat from his position. Pulling out of his mother's
ass caused a vacuum to form. Larry felt as if he'd have his guts pulled out
through his cock. With the added stimulus of the vacuum sucking away at his
cock, he felt his balls begin to harden and prepare to blast out their load
of jism.

Joleen groaned, "This is... is... too much! Stop, please, ooohhh, please,
stopppp!" The statement ended in a deep grunt as Willie crammed his prick
all the way up her cunt again.

Willie was beginning to get the feel of Joleen's incredibly tight and hot
cunt. She really did need to be fucked hard. Willie guessed that the
woman's cunt was so tight because it had seldom been used. He considered
this a real pity. Such a hot one could be fucking two or three times a day
for a long time and never get that loose. Willie liked it when she clamped
down on his cock with her cuntal muscles. He gasped, but he kept on fucking
the woman. He couldn't stop now. And every now and then he could feel
Larry's prick brush against his through her cuntal wall. It had been a long
time since he had had that turn on.

He grunted, "Damn, Larry, you go in when I do, and we'll really get this
hot bitch off!"

Without further words, both men straightened their legs and rammed their
long cocks into Joleen. She felt both pricks surge into her belly, bum her
loins as Larry reamed out her ass, and Willie's big cock threatened to tear
her apart.

Joleen came close to fainting again. She could barely stand, the
incredible pressure of Willie's tremendous prick inside her. The sensation
of having both cocks shoved into her at the same time blasted away at her
brain and ripped at her consciousness.

She held on and enjoyed the erotic sensation as much as possible. When
they were both inside her to their limits, she wantonly began to twist from
side to side. She wanted them to feel like she was threatening to tear
their pricks out by the roots, and she succeeded.

Both men gasped in unison and pulled out of her.

"Goddamn, Joleen, that's something really different! Damn good, too!"

With that, Willie shoved his mighty cock back into her gushing cunt. He
stirred around with his rod as Joleen twisted from side to side, a lewd
squishing noise coming from between her legs.

Larry wasn't able to say a word. His passions had caught up with him, and
his only goal was to ream out his mother's ass as fast as he could. He
began to frantically fuck away, using deep and powerful thrusts. Larry
didn't even try to match Willie's tempo. His own need was too great.

In a few short seconds, he felt the heat sear his cockhead and light his
fuse. He blasted his cum into his mother's asshole as he pumped in and out
with as much speed and depth of penetration as he could. In too short a
time, Larry's balls were drained of their sticky white jism. His cock
flopped out of Joleen's asshole, and the youth simply sat down on the floor
to watch Willie and Joleen continue with their fucking.

Willie smirked when he saw Larry collapse behind the woman. He said, "One
down... and two to come!"

His arms circled around her waist and lifted her. The woman raised her
legs and locked them around his middle. By crossing her ankles behind
Willie, Joleen found that she could get enough leverage to let his
incredibly long cock bounce up and down inside her cunt.

Willie began to be aware of the things happening in the room around him.
The stereo had begun to blare out a rock song. The man started to lift and
drop Joleen in cadence with the music as she rode him for all she was
worth.

The woman felt Willie's prick thrust deeply into her well-oiled cunt, and
then slide out smoothly. As the tempo of the music built up, so did his
fucking rhythm. He shoved in and out of her cunt with more and more
forceful strokes until each thrust buried him balls deep inside her
quivering body.

Joleen was still burning from the fucking Larry had given her ass. That
was only the second time she'd had a prick up her ass, and she wasn't
really used to it yet. But she wondered if she could ever get used to such
a huge cock up her cunt.

"Oh, Willie, fuck me harder, harder, damn you, damn you, damn you,
HARDER!"

"Okay, baby, you asked for it!"

His arms pulled her close to his body until her nipples were mashed far
down into her tits. Then Willie seemed to drop Joleen.

She screamed out in terror, "NOOO!"

But at the last possible instant, his powerful hands grabbed her. She felt
his cock bend inside her, stimulating her cunt in ways it had never before
experienced. He pulled her up and off his cock, then shoved it into her
flaming cunt again. Then he dropped her once more, again grabbing her at
the last second.

With this odd motion, Joleen felt herself growing tense, and then her
universe exploded with orgasm. Her muscles tightened down, and she felt her
cunt collapse around Willie's cock.

Willie wasn't made of iron, although his control was good. When he felt
the cuntal contractions that told him Joleen was locked in the grip of a
climax, he felt his own orgasm kick him in the balls and erupt a steady
fountain of hot cum into her clutching cunt.

Willie shot load after load of jism into Joleen's snatch until he was
drained and felt as limp as a dishrag.

Joleen continued to clutch at his body while another orgasm racked her.
When she had relaxed from the ultimate human experience, her legs unlocked
from his waist and she tried to stand. She found she couldn't.

Willie lightly put her down on the floor, exhibiting the same power and
controlled strength that he had before he had started fucking her. He had
just given her the fucking of her life and still seemed as cool as ever.

"Was that good enough for starters?" he asked, smiling.

Joleen looked up at him. Starters? He wanted to fuck some more?

"I suppose so," she said, not wanting to betray just how much he had taken
out of her.

"Okay. I'll make the rounds, and as soon as you're ready, I'll be back.
See you later!" With that, Willie was off.

In a few minutes, Joleen saw him fucking the blonde who had been discarded
by the brawny guy she'd had her eye on all night long. It seemed that her
dream lover had fallen asleep, while Willie was just beginning to get into
the swing of things.

Joleen said to Larry, who had begun to fondle her tits, "I like this
bunch. Why the hell didn't you invite me to one of these orgies sooner?"

Larry didn't answer. He was too busy sucking on one of his mother's tits.

CHAPTER SIX

"Tell me about Willie," Joleen coaxed her son. Larry sat eating an apple,
apparently at ease after the party the night before at Katherine's. Joleen
hadn't had the opportunity to get drunk and didn't have her usual hangover.
Larry had managed to fuck just about every chick there and was feeling
cocky about it. He and Katherine had finished off the evening with them
going outside and falling into the swimming pool and fucking in the water.
Since it had been almost four in the morning, no one had complained.

If anyone had seen them, they would have been more interested in watching
than bitching. Katherine and Larry enjoyed fucking in the water and had
gotten it down to a fine art, stoned or sober.

"What do you want to know about him? He's just a friend of mine, that's
all." From the way her son said it, trying to be too casual, Joleen knew
there was more.

"What's he do for a living? He seems a bit old for the crowd that shows up
for your parties."

"No older than you are, Mother dear." Larry continued to munch his apple.

"What's he do for a living? You didn't mention that."

"Well, let's say that Willie is a dealer in used items that most people
wouldn't want to handle because of the low resale value."

"He's a junk dealer?"

"Hell, no!" snapped Larry. "He doesn't even touch the hard stuff." When he
saw that his mother had meant things like old cars rather than dope, Larry
quickly added, "No, he doesn't deal in trash."

Joleen understood the meaning of the word she had used and saw how Larry
had reacted. Willie had nothing to do with illicit drugs, that much was
clear. What else could he do that was a trifle bit illegal? It was apparent
that Willie was not engaged in anything legal or Larry would have flat out
told her what he did for a living.

"Spell it out for me, Larry. In words of one syllable or less."

"Aw, hell and damnation, Mom." He saw the determined look on his mother's
face and realized she would start digging if he didn't come through and
tell her.

"Okay. Willie's a fence. He deals in hot merchandise. He takes stuff that
no one else can handle, travels around a bit and gets rid of it. He makes
damn good money. Better than the old man does, betcha."

So Willie was a fence. Joleen had heard how much money such men could
make. They'd take stolen goods for ten percent of their value, then resell
in other parts of the country for about eighty percent of the true value.
On a hundred thousand dollars actual value, Willie stood to make as much as
seventy grand. If he was a big-time operator.

Joleen thought back. Willie might be that big an operator. Or larger. He
didn't strike her as being a loser, and from the things he said, he did a
hell of a lot of traveling. There was a lot of risk, but the payoff seemed
to be worth it.

"What's your connection with him?"

"Nothing much," said Larry. "I just sort of act as a go-between. Sort of
his assistant, you might say. I know a lot of the guys in school who knock
off joints and then can't move the stuff. I take it off their hands and
pass it along to Willie. I get my cut, of course."

Joleen was curious as to what Larry's cut was. She refrained from nosing
into his business. She didn't really care, but she thought he probably
pulled the same deal that Willie did, but on a smaller scale. He paid ten
percent of the value, possibly sold it to Willie for twenty percent. Then
Willie moved it out of town and made sixty percent without even being seen
by the punks ripping the stuff off.

It was a sweet deal, although Joleen didn't like to think that her son was
leading a life of crime.

"How long have you been doing this, Larry?"

"Six months or so. Made some damn good money at it, too." He studied his
mother, then added, "Would you believe almost ten grand? Better than I
could make as a short-order cook burning hamburgers. In another couple
years, I'll be making more than the old man. Not so bad pulling down that
much without even a high school diploma. Course, I'll probably graduate
since that's my source of contacts right now. I'd hate to lose some of
them, too."

"But I think of the old man out there busting his balls, and then I think
of how easy this is. Willie's told me he'll introduce me to the big boys in
another couple months, and I might be able to move up to some of the 
better-class stuff. Maybe jewelry instead of stereos and that kind of
shit."

In spite of herself, Joleen was fascinated. This wasn't the dirty end of
crime. Willie and Larry didn't go out and stick a gun under some poor
schmuck's nose and threatened to blow him away. They were only the
middlemen, no more a criminal than some guy who embezzled from a big
company.

"You say Willie travels a lot. Where does he go?"

Larry finished off his apple with one last big crunch. "All over the
place, depending on what he's got. Some pictures at an exhibition were
stolen, and he took them to Paris last year. Mostly he goes to New York and
San Francisco. Sometimes up to Montreal or Toronto, though I can't say what
for. He told me once that he had to go to Johannesburg, then to Amsterdam
with a monster shipment of diamonds. Some black dude in South Africa ripped
them off from a mine owner, Willie bought 'em for almost nothing, then took
them straight to Amsterdam, had them cut and imported them to the States as
legal as you please. Netted him close to half a million. But he had to
split it with his boss. That guy really makes out fine."

Larry got up and left without saying anything further about Willie.

Joleen sat thinking of what her son had told her of Willie's profession.
In a perverse way, she was excited by the prospect of knowing a big-time
fence. It was so Goddamn dull just sitting around the house all the time,
and Harold never took her anywhere. She never met anyone exciting,
certainly never as exciting as Willie. She could hardly contain herself.
She fantasized what it must be like going to far-off places, eluding the
cops by wits rather than brute force, and making fortunes with every deal.

That was just like some of the detective shows on television. And she
actually knew one of the "bad" guys. But Joleen couldn't think of Willie as
being evil. He was too much a man, too good with his huge cock.

The woman's reverie was broken by the doorbell ringing. She looked at her
watch and decided it was too late for the mailman to come by. Besides, ever
since their brief encounter, he had been spooked about talking with her.
Joleen had to laugh at the thought. Poor man had probably never been
seduced by a cock-hungry female before.

She rose and went to the door. Much to her surprise, Willie was there.

"Uh, hi, Willie. Come on in!" She stepped aside to let him into the house.

"Good to see you again, Joleen. But I wanted to know if Larry is in. I've
got this deal in the works and figured he was the one to handle it for me."

"You mean you want him to go pick up some stolen merchandise?" She was
surprised at the calmness with which Willie took the news that she knew
what his business was.

"Yeah, something like that. The big boys need a bagman for some of their
money outside of town. I figured Larry could use the grand they offered to
get the bag to the airport."

"Why so much for taking some money or whatever it is across town? It must
be awfully dangerous or they wouldn't pay so much." Joleen felt Willie's
eyes taking in her slim figure. She could imagine the lust mounting in his
body as he stood there.

"Larry's not known to, uh, certain people. And the regular bagman sort of
vanished with the last haul. So we need a dependable man to make one run
till we can replace Slaten."

"What happened to him?" Joleen began to run her hands along her thighs.
Just looking at Willie gave her the hots. The pink tip of her tongue made a
quick circuit around her lips. Willie didn't miss it.

"Took off with the bread. But the money keeps coming in from the
numbers..."

Joleen took the hint not to question him further. She'd seen enough on TV
to know all about the numbers racket and the amount of money it could
generate in one day.

"Larry's gone out. Don't even know when he'll be back, much less where he
got off to."

Willie's eyes raked Joleen's body. He didn't miss a single curve, any of
the planes of angles of her body. It became increasingly apparent to Joleen
that Willie had waited until he knew Larry would be out. He didn't want to
enlist the boy as a bagman. He wanted to fuck her.

She changed the subject.

"Larry says you travel around a lot. Been anywhere exciting lately?"

"Yeah. Up inside a really hot, tight cunt. Last night. Over at
Katherine's."

"Oh?" Joleen began playing with the top button on her blouse until it fell
open to expose the tops of her white tits. She pretended to nervously play
with the next button, got it unfastened and shrugged her shoulders.

Willie said, "You know something? I wouldn't mind going back there right
now."

"Come on back to the bedroom. The living room isn't a fit place for
discussions of this sort."

Joleen quickly turned and walked away from Willie. She undid the rest of
the buttons fastening her blouse and put as much wiggle into her ass as she
could. She knew it twitched and rolled from the stares she got from males
whenever she went to the shopping center. She turned up all the heat she
could for Willie.

The effect wasn't lost on the man, either. He appreciated every twitch and
wiggle of Joleen's pert ass.

They entered the bedroom and Joleen, with her back still to Willie, said,
"Go ahead and get out of those clothes. I want to show you something
interesting."

Willie didn't hesitate getting out of his clothes. Whatever was in store
for him must be special or Joleen wouldn't have the quaver in her voice.

And it was special. Joleen began a slow, methodical strip that would have
given a hard-on to bronze statue.

She kept her back to him as she held both ends of the shirt tail in her
hands. Joleen carefully moved her hands out to either side of her body and
looked over her shoulder at the naked Willie. His cock hung limp between
his legs, but she saw it quiver and begin to stir with lust. She wiggled
first one white shoulder, then the other to free herself from the blouse.

With agonizing slowness, she allowed the blouse to slide down her back.
Then, in a flash, she discarded it, and her hands flew to the white bra
strap. She looked back at Willie and let her tongue lick her lips
suggestively once more.

His cock was rising up, slightly bent, but he was definitely becoming
aroused by her strip tease.

She snapped the clasp on the bra and spun around, her arms outstretched in
front of her body, beckoning to Willie. Pressed together, her slender arms
kept the bra cups in place over her tits. Joleen began to lower her arms, 
and the bra fell away to reveal the twin mountains of titfiesh that bounced
and swayed with her every movement. The ruddy nipples traced out invisible
figure eights in the air in front of her as she spun around, her smooth
back once again to the man.

Joleen began to work on the skirt, and quickly stepped out of it to reveal
her long, tapering legs. This time, Willie's hard-on was complete. His cock
bounced and throbbed with each beat of his heart. He was fully turned on
and was feeling the mounting need to thrust his prick all the way up her
slippery cunt.

Joleen wasn't going to let him get in her pants that easily. It was her
turn to string him along for a while like he had done with her the night
before. Clad only in the briefest of panties, even the pubic hair from her
cunt mound peered over the elastic band in front. The crease of her ass was
plainly visible behind.

With a slow, sensuous wiggle, Joleen began to remove her panties. They
slid over her full asscheeks, then she twitched her ass a bit before she
continued to pull the briefs down her legs. Once off, she looked between
her legs and saw Willie's hand moving up and down on his prick.

She tossed the panties to him, and they landed across his cock. Joleen
laughed at the sight of the massive cock hidden by her panties.

The woman pivoted and stood, hands on hips, with her legs spread wide. She
said, "Now, you long-cocked, fucking fool! Now you can fuck me!"

Joleen crossed to Willie and faced the man. He viciously tossed aside her
panties and snarled, "Bitch! You cock-teaser! You're driving me crazy, and
you damn well know it!"

"Not half as crazy as I am for you, Willie!"

Joleen virtually dived on the man, crushing him under her weight. Their
mouths found each other and they engaged in a long, deep kiss. Their
tongues dueled erotically, moving from one mouth to the other. The sweet
tang of Joleen's saliva made Willie's cock even harder. So hard, his cock
felt as if it would burst like an overinflated balloon.

Willie loved the feel of Joleen's body rubbing against his. As they
kissed, she moved to straddle his body so that her legs would be widely
split apart. His groping hand roved down over her ass, then found the
groove that ran into her gushing cunt.

He began to dip into and out of her flowing pussy, his plunging finger 
sending shivers of delight throughout Joleen's body. When he added an extra
finger, she kissed him with such fervor that his lips were crushed against
his teeth and bruised.

With his free hand, he pulled her down as hard as he could. As if intent
on breaking her back, he applied more pressure. The woman seemed to become
more excited by the minute and began rubbing her cunt up and down across
Willie's taut stomach.

He began finger-fucking Joleen as he crushed her to him. He felt the soft
nubbins of her nipples harden as they filled with blood from her pumping
heart. Soon, Willie could even feel her heartbeat through the aroused flesh
of her tits.

With her legs positioned on either side of his body, Joleen was totally
exposed to whatever Willie wanted to do. She felt his fingers play along
her pussylips, then thrust brutally into her cunt. The juices that flowed
out of her manhole lubricated his entry. When he began to plunge his
fingers in and out, she pressed even closer to his body and hunched down to
take as much of his hand up her cunt as she could.

She felt the prickly sensations rocket into her belly as her cunt mound
rubbed against the hair of his lower stomach. As her nipples inflated with
blood from her pounding heart, she felt as if she would poke holes in the
man's chest. He didn't seem to mind, and Joleen certainly didn't!

The feel of her tits being compressed and twisted around by his body sent
lances of joy into her body. She reveled in the feeling and ground her cunt
down even harder on Willie's hand.

She went down so far that Willie hooked a finger inside her and dragged
her down to his cock. He arched his back as he shoved on her body, and
Joleen felt herself being pushed down around Willie's mighty cock.

Again, the tearing and ripping sensation assaulted her body. Flaming
arrows shot upward through her cunt and burned in her gut. Willie
effortlessly lifted her, and Joleen managed to get her legs up under her
body on either side of his ass.

Held upright by her own legs, they could maintain a deep kiss, and she
could fuck herself on his long prick. Her hips moved back and forth, slowly
at first, then with increasing speed. Joleen's tits rubbed against Willie's
chest until she felt as if the nipples would be ripped off by the friction.

Her cunt watered frantically to keep up with the friction being generated
inside her body. The warmth spread as she pistoned back and forth along 
Willie's huge cock. Each thrust filled her, stretched her apart as if she
was being pulled in all directions at once.

Willie felt the effects of Joleen's frantic fucking even more. The entire
length of his prick burned as if he had dipped it into a jar of acid. The
first plunge into her cunt had been made quickly, brutally fast. He hadn't
been property oiled for the job, and the friction had pulled at his skin,
chaffed and rubbed him raw. The second time her hips shoved her back down
his cock, her cunt was juiced up enough so that there was no sensation of
friction. But she had been increasing the speed of her fucking, and her
secretions couldn't keep up with the pace her body set.

Willie also felt the nipples gouging into his chest. This didn't bother
him. It stimulated him as much as it did Joleen. And their kiss became more
and more passionate, more demanding as she mindlessly rammed herself down
onto his cock. The man was amazed at her need, the intense longing she had
for him.

But he wasn't so stupid he would question it. He felt his balls tighten in
their hairy sac.

"Wow, doll, keep it up! Keep on fucking!"

Joleen's breath came in short, machine-gun bursts. She wasn't able to do
more than moan as she continued her fucking.

"That's it, Joleen! God, is that something else!" Willie was beginning to
really enjoy this. The woman was doing all the work, and he was getting a
large measure of the enjoyment. He had no doubt the sensations racking her
body were similar to those being built up in his, but he didn't guess the
half of it.

Joleen was beyond the point of sensing anything but the huge cock that she
was jamming up between her legs. Each time Willie's cock sailed all the way
up her cunt, Joleen was pushed that much closer to an orgasm. Her body soon
betrayed her.

The woman used her arms to add to the speed and force of her downward
thrust. Willie's steel-hard prick rammed up inside her cunt with the force
of a battering ram. That, the friction of her nipples rubbing against his
chest, and the sexy taste of Willie's mouth all triggered Joleen's orgasm.

She climaxed. A huge, soaring, tremendously satisfying orgasm.

Willie felt her cunt clamp down on his cock as the convulsive force of her
orgasm rippled through her pussy walls.

"Oh, Jesus God, Joleen, are you tight! TIIIGHT!" the man shouted.

Joleen collapsed limply onto Willie's chest, momentarily drained by her
orgasm. But Willie's cock was still as straight and hard as an iron bar
inside her cunt. She recovered her breath and some of the weakness was
replaced by the familiar aching in her pussy.

In spite of the massive hunk of manmeat inside her cunt, she still needed
to fuck some more.

"Ready again, Willie? Here we goooo!" She began pumping her hips up and
down again, this time raising her body from Willie's so that Joleen
straddled his waist and could drop straight down on his cock.

She lifted up and plummeted down with the force of a falling meteorite.
Her cuntlips were pressed tightly together around his cock every time she
shoved downward. Joleen felt her cuntlips forced inward, and this excited
her even more.

As she bent back, Willie thought she would tear off his cock. His balls
complained, and threatened to erupt. But he held on. He had never before
come across a woman so desperately in need of being fucked. Joleen wasn't a
nymphomaniac. She was just a housewife who wasn't getting enough.

When she found someone who would give her all the cock she wanted, she'd
cool down a bit. But Willie imagined that would be a long time in the
future. Joleen had been starved for so long, she'd glut herself every
chance she could get. And Willie was more than willing to let her glut
herself on his cock.

The tiny flame that had been ignited in Willie's groin soon burst out into
a forest fire. The fire became hotter and hotter until even iron would melt
in the blaze of sheer lust. Willie loved the feel of her cunt sliding along
his prick. He loved the feel of her fleshy ass smashing into his rock-hard
belly. He loved reaching up and fondling those big tits of hers.

But Willie was only a man. Flesh and blood and no more.

When Joleen made an exceptionally hard and penetrating thrust, spearing
her body as deeply as she could on his cock, Willie blew his wad. Like a
shotgun going off, he fired splatter after splatter of hot cum into her
gulping cunt.

Joleen felt the jism scorching her cuntal walls and climaxed. But she
continued to pole up and down on Willie's erect cock. The tempo of her 
fucking increased as she realized through her lust-fogged brain that
Willie's prick would soon wilt.

She became frantic, and her body seemed to blur as she wantonly crammed
her ass down onto Willie's crotch. Willie kept his hard-on longer than he
had expected after so large an ejaculation. It was probably because of the
tightness of Joleen's cunt and the desperate need she had for cock.

Soon, she came again. This time, Willie's prick seemed to melt within her
and oozed out amid a flow of his cum and her own cunt juices.

Joleen collapsed onto the bed alongside Willie.

"Dammit, baby, you're going to have a heart attack if you keep that kind
of fucking up!"

Joleen smiled wanly, happy and content for the first time in quite a
while. The ache inside her cunt was momentarily gone. Willie's massive cock
had sated her lust.

"Maybe, but what a way to go!" She dreamily began to caress Willie's
chest, playing with his nipples and stroking across his stomach.

Willie caressed Joleen's flanks as she drifted off to sleep. He thought to
himself: Damn, but she's a hot one. I wonder if her old man knows what
she's got locked up inside her?

He looked at the peaceful face of the woman and mentally added, I hope to
hell not! I want her all to my own!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Joleen didn't see Willie for three days. Curious about his absence, she
asked Larry where his friend was.

"I've been wondering what's happened to Willie. He hasn't been around.
And, well, I've been wanting to see him again." Her voice betrayed exactly
why she wanted to see the man.

Larry smirked. He knew his mother's reason for wanting Willie.

"I guess he's down in Mexico City. Willie said something about going there
to pick up some stuff. Mexican artifacts and shit like that, you know?"

"When will he be back?"

"Can't say. Willie comes and goes as he pleases. No time clock to punch.
He just sort of drifts in and out whenever he wants."

"What would he be doing down in Mexico? I mean, besides picking up some
funny little statues and plaster bulls?" Joleen put her elbows on the table
and leaned forward, obviously eager for Larry to answer her question.

Larry took his time replying.

He scratched himself, looked thoughtfully at his mother, then said, "I
figure it this way. He took a suitcase full of jewelry down to a guy that
lives there. The jeweler will screw around with the hot stuff, remount it
into new settings and then Willie'll bring it back in with a bill of sale.
Clean stuff marketable anywhere at full value."

"How often does he go?"

"Are you an undercover cop or something? What's with all these questions
about Willie? The first thing he told me was to keep my lip buttoned tight.
Otherwise, it might get closed permanently for me by someone I don't much
like."

Larry studied his mother. She didn't give a damn about the jewelry or
anything. She was just interested in Willie. And maybe the life he led.
Larry became more and more certain about that. His mother was getting off
on the adventure of knowing a guy whose style of living was not quite
legal. The danger element in their relationship excited her almost as much
as Willie's big cock did. "I suppose I can find out when Willie gets back.
Might even be back now for all I know. I don't meddle in his business."

Joleen seemed relieved. "I'd really appreciate it if you would find out
when he'll be back. I'd... I'd like to see him again." Her lust was not
well concealed.

Larry's black eyes narrowed. A cunning look entered them, making them
gleam with evil intent. He settled back in his chair with crossed arms and
propped his feet up on the kitchen table.

"Of course, if it isn't worth my time to find him..." He let his words
trail off.

Joleen looked surprised. "I thought you saw him all the time. That you two
were business partners or something..."

"Well, yeah, you might say that."

"Then you'll know where he is. When he'll be back!" Joleen was becoming
frantic.

"Yeah." Larry was enjoying this. Watching his mother squirm was a lot more
fun than he had imagined.

Joleen suddenly realized what was happening. She also knew that Larry had
figured out that there wasn't anything free in the world. That everything
had a price. For the information she wanted, there had to be a price.

She asked him, "What do you want for his address?"

Larry smiled broadly and said, "I thought you'd never ask, Mother dear.
Willie's got this really neat five-carat diamond pendant. He's going to get
it reset. Katherine saw it and really dug it, you know? And I'd sure like
to give that to her."

Larry waited to see how his mother was taking this. She seemed to sense
what was coming.

"Yeah, Katherine really liked that little diamond trinket. But I'm sort of
low on bread right now. I bet Willie'd give it to you if you asked him real
nice. I find out where Willie is, you get the pendant and pay me off for
the info. A deal?" Larry crossed his feet on the table and watched his
mother's reaction.

She thought about it. Hard. Her own son was extorting something out of
her. She knew what she'd have to do to get the pendant from the fence. That
didn't bother her since she wanted him to fuck her. The idea of acting as a
prostitute for her own son didn't set too well, though.

Then an idea hit her. If Larry could get the diamond from her, she could
pull the same routine on him.

"It sounds all right. A couple things bother me about this, though."

"Such as?" Larry was obviously enjoying this cat and mouse game.

"What's to keep me from never coughing up the diamond? Or what if Willie
won't give it to me or hasn't got it any more?"

"Those are the breaks of the game. Just get whatever you can, and I'll be
satisfied. And I'll make sure that Katherine is, too."

"Fair enough. But I don't like the idea of you using me. You're going to
have to put up some show of interest to get me to do it."

Larry dropped his feet to the floor. His brows furrowed as he wondered
what was coming off. He hadn't expected Joleen to agree so easily. Neither
had he expected her to come back with some blackmail of her own.

"What do you want?"

"My poor little pussy needs feeding."

Larry began to smile again. This he could get into without any problem.

"That's a shame. I really hate to see poor little animals go without
proper care, you know?"

Joleen put her feet up on the table. Her skirt hung down around her legs.
Then she spread her thighs wide and began to pull up her skirt. Revealed
was her greedy snatch. It glistened with cunt juice and seemed to cry for
attention.

Larry was more than happy to give it all the attention it deserved. His
mouth began to water at the thought of fucking Joleen. His mother was such
a hot one.

Larry stood and started to unzip his jeans when Joleen stopped him.

"Keep it inside, Larry. I don't want your prick up my cunt. I want your
tongue wiggling around inside me."

His mouth had been watering. And he certainly wasn't one to turn down such
an obviously offered piece of fur pie. Larry dived under the table, crawled
on hands and knees to Joleen's chair, then surfaced.

His face was level with her cunt. The odor of her cunt was unmistakable.
She had gotten turned on just talking about him eating her out.

He'd show his mother just how great his tongue was. He'd really make her
twitch and jerk and beg for more. Larry knew that before he was done with
his mouth on her cunt, Joleen would be screaming for his long, hard cock.

The black-furred triangle pointed straight down to her cuntal mouth.
Without a second's hesitation, Larry leaped into the breach. His tongue
found cuntlips and licked along them. The tangy, salty taste of cunt juice
was strong. It aroused him and made his cock stiffen and strain against his
jeans.

Without his mother noticing, Larry freed his prick. It was too damn 
painful leaving it inside his pants.

Larry placed his hands on Joleen's thighs and pushed his face into her
pussy. His tongue leaped out to trap any stray drop of cunt juice he could
find. As soon as the pussylips were licked clean, his tongue pushed them
aside. A new flood of juice gushed out from the steaming cunt. Larry
quickly lapped up this added bonus as his tongue thrust up into his
mother's cunt.

The boy's tongue was surrounded by the hot liquid and the quivering walls
of his mother's cunt. He kissed her pussylips as he thrust his tongue as
far up her twat as he could and began to wiggle it around. He stroked the
walls with his rough tongue until Joleen muttered a stream of incoherent
phrases.

He pulled back a bit and sucked. He pulled the fragile cuntlips into his
mouth and lightly gnawed on them. Larry felt the blood-filled flaps with
his tongue. They pulsed and throbbed with each beat of Joleen's heart.

As he lightly ran his tongue along one of the lips, Joleen cried,
"Oooohhh! That's it, Larry! Yessss!"

Getting the idea, the youth ran his rough, wet tongue completely around
his mother's manhole.

"Goddamn! Tongue-fuck me! TONGUE-FUCK MEEEE!"

Larry's tongue continued to ring the cunt hole until his mother's cries
became incoherent again. Then he speared his cock-hard tongue into her cunt
one more time.

The taste was incredible. Larry loved the woman-musk odor. He loved the
feel of hot cunt pressed into his face. He loved wiggling his nose in the
mat of pubic hair. But most of all, he loved the taste of cunt juice.

He couldn't get enough. Larry lewdly sucked and lapped and licked. Each
time his tongue raced up Joleen's cunt, she tried to thrust her hips into
his face. Rocked back on the chair, she couldn't go too far without her ass
falling off the edge.

Perched on the brink of the chair, she began to wiggle and twitch in an
effort to get Larry to shove deeper into her cunt with his tongue. Larry
hardly needed the urging. He was getting off on this. While his hands
roamed up and down her thighs, Larry was thinking.

He was enjoying this entire scene, sure. But he could be getting a lot 
more out of it.

He kept one hand stroking his mother's well-fleshed thigh. His other hand
dropped to his cock. While he was busy eating out his mother, Larry began
to stroke his prick. He could jack off while he was slurping up her flow of
cunt juice.

Joleen reached down and put one of her long-fingered hands on the back of
Larry's head. She wanted to make sure he kept his mouth firmly planted on
her cunt. She didn't want him to leave her unattended. Not when she felt
the surge of orgasm building up inside.

"Keep sucking, Son, keep sucking, damn you!"

Her hand insistently pushed his face into her cunt. Larry let the pressure
guide him to her joyhole as he lapped and licked along her pussylips. His
tongue shoved into her cunt again and came out with a fresh coating of
juice. Larry pursed his lips and began to suck.

"AAAAIIIEEE!" screamed Joleen. She thought her guts would be pulled out of
her gushing cunt.

Larry secretly reveled in the knowledge that he was getting back at his
mother in some small way for ordering him to suck her off. He continued to
apply suction on her cunt. In short order, he managed to drain it
completely of all its juice. He licked his lips and looked for another
place to suck.

As his hand moved up and down his prick, he felt his scrotum harden. His
balls pounded in their hairy sac and began to demand release. Larry
intended to keep his cum imprisoned for a while longer.

He had found Joleen's clit.

When he took that organ in his mouth and sucked hard, his mother screamed
again, "Oh, God, Larry! That's so damn GOOOOD! OOOHH SHIIIT!"

His tongue flicked against the clit repeatedly. The little go-button
seemed to tingle and throb under his delicate touches. Larry began to apply
pressure on the clit. He shoved it down as hard as he could with his
tongue. Larry felt his mother's clit quiver and mash flat. Her hips
wantonly crammed her cunt into his face. Larry knew he had found the center
of her sensations.

Her cunt was tasty. Her thigh was warm and soft. But Joleen's clit gave
her the limitless pleasures of orgasm.

As Larry sucked on it, he tightened the grip on his cock. The friction of
his hand began to chafe. To remedy this, he quickly plunged his fingers far
up Joleen's cunt and soaked his hand in her juices. Then he went back to
jacking off.

His hand slid up and down his prick easily now. He built up speed and felt
his cock jerk and throb with the need to release its load of jism. As he
gasped in reaction, he sucked his mother's clit into his mouth.

"Sooo niiice, Larry! Keep doing thaaat! Please!"

Larry closed his teeth around the clitoris. He gently stroked his teeth up
and down as his hand heaved back and forth along his cock. He managed to
keep the two motions going at once. He wanted to satisfy his mother. Larry
certainly wanted to satisfy himself. If she was going to be so greedy that
she wouldn't let him stuff his prick up her cunt, he'd have to jack off.

Larry called out, "How's this?"

His tongue assaulted the tiny clit, boxed it around and then he started to
suck on it again.

Larry received his answer from Joleen's long, low moan. "Yesss! Sooo
goood, Larry. Tongue-fuck meee!"

Larry continued to circle his cock with his hand and run up and down its
long length. He stopped stroking for a moment to squeeze the bag holding
his balls. As he compressed the scrotum, Larry almost lost his control. He
was very close to orgasm, and he hadn't brought his mother off yet.

He abandoned the fondling of his nuts for a while. Larry decided that he
could continue to stroke his cock without much danger of coming. With that
thought fixed in his head, he shoved his mouth back over his mother's cunt.

Larry sucked again and drew the cuntlips into his mouth. Larry's tongue
licked inside and out to capture all of the new batch of cunt juice that
welled up. Then his tongue speared out like a snake's and darted up
Joleen's cunt. Larry twisted and rolled and lapped at every exposed portion
of his mother's cunt.

He tried not to miss anything in his sexy journey into the depths of her
snatch. He ground his face brutally into Joleen's delicate cuntlips as he
sucked and licked. In a very short time, Larry knew that he had achieved
his goal.

Joleen came with a loud "UUUUNNGHH!"

Her thighs clamped down on his ears. Deafened, Larry continued to lick and
stuff his tongue as far up her cunt as he could. His hand pumped up and
down on his prick until he felt it stiffen even more.

He tightened his grip on his cock as he spurted out his jisin. The first
white gob sailed through the air and splattered on the kitchen floor. The
second spurt didn't shoot as far before dropping to the linoleum. The
third, fourth arid fifth jets of come fell under Joleen's chair. The rest
dribbled down his cock and over his clutching fingers.

Larry felt the pressure ease on his ears as his mother released her death
grip on his head. Her thighs opened once more. He continued sucking until
the seemingly bottomless well of her cunt dried up entirely.

He peered up at her and said, "Good?"

Joleen seemed to crumple in the chair. She smiled as she said, "That was
plenty good enough."

"All right. I'll get you the address." Larry stood, the fact he had
masturbated obvious to Joleen for the first time.

Larry looked at his jism-covered hand and thrust it out to his mother.
"Here, lick it clean!"

Joleen dutifully lapped up all the cum from his hand and his limp cock.

When he was properly cleaned, Larry tucked his dick back into his jeans,
zipped up and left the kitchen without another word to his mother.

Joleen dropped her skirt and sighed.

To have Willie inside her again! she thought, her recently sated cunt
already beginning to replenish its juices.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Joleen didn't see Larry for two days. She suspected that he was spending
his time with Katherine. The couple times she tried to reach him at his
girlfriend's apartment, however, Katherine had denied seeing Larry.

On the third morning, Larry breezed in and handed Joleen a piece of paper
with a number scrawled across it.

"That's Willie's phone number. If you want to talk to him, call him up."

"Where have you been?" Joleen demanded. Her son was only sixteen, and she
felt she had a right to know what he'd been up to.

"Been around. Made a trip to San Francisco if you really have to know.
Far-out place. Especially the strip joints. See you." Without further
words, Larry spun on his heel and left.

Joleen stared at the paper for a moment, then rushed to the phone.

As she was dialing, Larry came back in. He called out, "Hey, Mom! Found
out that Willie's already unloaded the diamond. Try to get the ruby ring,
huh?"

Joleen looked up, startled. Larry had left again. She shrugged. Diamond
pendant, ruby ring, what was the difference? She dialed the number Larry
had given her.

The phone rang twice, and a sleepy voice answered, "Yeah? It's your dime
so start talkin'."

"Willie? This is Joleen. What else could she say? Could she admit she
wanted him to come over and fuck her silly? Or would he know what she
wanted and come willingly?"

"Uh, sure. How's things, Joleen?"

"Just fine, Willie. I... I was wondering if you'd like to come over
sometime this afternoon. I want to talk to you about something."

"I've been on a business trip, doll. I'm really dragging. But seeing as
how it's you, I'll be over. Call it an hour, okay?"

Anything would have been all right with Joleen as long as she could see
Willie again. He had become an obsession with her.

"That'll be just fine. See you then!"

The phone on the other end dropped into its cradle with a loud bang.
Joleen stared at her receiver for a moment, then carefully deposited it
back into its cradle.

Willie was coming over. And she only had an hour to get ready for him. She
rushed out of the hall and into her bedroom. What would she wear?

She had barely finished dressing by the time the doorbell rang. Joleen
hurried to the door and opened it to find Willie standing there. Parked at
the curb was a Jaguar.

"Willie! Is that your car?"

Willie glanced over his shoulder at the Jag. "Sure, doll. No sense in me
driving a cheap Detroit hunk of tin. What have you got to drink around this
place?"

Willie pushed past Joleen and never gave her a chance to reply. She felt a
bit insulted, then hurried to make a drink for him.

"What do you want, Willie? To drink?" Joleen leaned far forward over the
bar to give the man the best possible view of her tits. She had put on a
flimsy green dress with a plunging neckline. Her nipples pressed into the
fabric in obvious invitation to him. If that weren't enough, her big tits
swayed back and forth like pendulums when she shrugged her shoulders.

Willie seemed to take all of Joleen's feminine charms in with a single
glance.

"Give me a Scotch and soda. Chivas if you have it, tell me what you got if
you don't."

"Well, I don't drink Scotch." She didn't add that Harold did. "I think all
we have is some Glen Livet. Is that good enough?"

"Sure! But no soda with anything that good."

Willie took the drink and settled back in an overstuffed chair. He watched
Joleen flounce around the room, wiggling her ass. He had to admit she was a
damned fine piece of ass, too. He watched the flash of her creamy thighs
under the short dress. That sight alone made his cock itch and begin to
stiffen, and along with the sight of her tits bulging out of her dress,
Willie knew he'd fuck her a couple times before he left. Maybe three or
four times.

"Tell me about your trip, Willie. Larry said you went down to Mexico
City."

"Larry's got a big mouth. I told him not to blab where I go. But since it
was you, I suppose it's okay. What do you want to know?"

Joleen bubbled over. "Oh, just everything!" She felt like a schoolgirl
with her first big crush.

But she was a schoolgirl with a thirty-seven-year-old's experience. Joleen
leaned forward the proper amount to show off her tits without being too
obvious about it. Willie appreciated the fact that she wanted him to fuck
her. He also appreciated it that she was willing to wait a while and not
demand too much too soon.

"Not all that exciting a trip. If you've seen one hotel room, you've seen
'em all. Hell, why don't you come along with me next time? Might be an
interesting trip, too."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"Can't tell you for sure. Maybe Chicago." He took a long drink from his
glass. The Scotch burned all the way down to his belly and felt good
glowing inside him.

"I didn't mean to nose into your business. I mean, I know all about it and
how you have to keep it quiet." Joleen crossed her legs and let Willie see
that she hadn't bothered to put on any panties.

Joleen Jensen was ready for action.

Willie's cock hardened into a steel rod. He finished his Scotch in a gulp
and said, "Let's not play around any more. Want to fuck?"

Joleen smiled. He was so direct. So masterful. Nothing namby-pamby about
Willie. He came out and spoke his piece, and that was it. Harold was so
wishy-washy it was painful at times.

To chide Willie a bit, Joleen said, "Isn't that a bit... crude?"

She didn't want him to leave so she uncrossed her legs, then recrossed
them in the opposite direction, making sure he saw her cunt again.

"Not as crude as seducing me with a naked pussy. Let's stop beating around
the bush."

Willie stood and grabbed Joleen. He pulled her up and crushed her lips
with his. It took a second for her to begin to respond, then she returned
the kiss with the same passion. Their tongues began to slip back and forth
between their mouths.

Willie tasted the sweetness of Joleen's saliva again. It mixed with the
Scotch he had had and the bourbon Joleen drank. The mixture was
intoxicating, both physically and sexually. He began to suck on the woman's
tongue. When it flickered into his mouth, he lightly bit down on it. He
chewed the tongue while he was rolling his own around it Joleen's body
pressed firmly against his, and the man felt the twin points of her tits
poke into his chest.

He broke off the kiss and said, "I want you naked!"

Willie put his fingers into the neckline of Joleen's dress and yanked. The
material ripped apart, and Joleen stood naked in front of him.

She gasped and tried to back away. Willie told her, "Forget the dress.
I'll buy you another one. Right now, I want to fuck the hell out of your
tight little cunt!"

Joleen felt her pussy grow damp. Her cunt ached for his cock to be slammed
into it again. She desperately needed him. Somehow, this roughness only
added fuel to the flames of her lust. Her cunt began to flow with juice.

Their mouths met again, and they kissed. Joleen's naked body rubbed and
chafed against the still clothed man's chest. She quickly forgot any
discomfort when Willie reached behind her and grabbed a handful of ass
flesh. He squeezed down hard on her butt. As he pulled her toward him, his
other hand gripped one of her tits.

The combined action of his hands made her break off their kiss and pant
out, "Fuck me! Willie! Fuck me now!"

Willie looked around the living room. He shook his head as he surveyed the
furniture. Nothing seemed very promising to him for a good, methodical,
hard and long fucking.

"Let's get to the bedroom. I want a bed."

"This way..." Joleen pulled in the direction of her bedroom.

Willie allowed himself to be towed away. But he kept his firm grip on
Joleen's tit. He crushed the flesh and quirted the nipple out between two
of his fingers. The man loved the way the big tit moved and seemed to
respond to his every command.

In the bedroom, the pair quickly stripped off Willie's clothing. Willie
removed his shirt in record time, but Joleen hesitated with his trousers.
As soon as she had them off the man, his cock snapped out into her face.

The sight of the hard prick was too much for the woman to pass up. She
took it into her mouth and began to suck. Willie felt the wetness surround 
his cock and smiled.

This was the stuff he liked. He wanted a woman to worship his cock. Beg
for it. Make him feel like a king.

He fumbled in his pants pocket for a moment and pulled out a small package
wrapped in brown paper.

Willie grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled Joleen's sucking mouth
away from his cock. He held the package in front of her and said, "This is
the ruby ring Larry wanted. You can give it to him or not whenever you
please."

"To hell with the ring!" cried Joleen as she went back to sucking on
Willie's cock.

The man had to smile. He had her pegged right. That boy of hers was a
greedy son of a bitch. He'd make it big in the rackets. But the mother...
she was just a cock-hungry bitch!

Willie felt the woman's tongue slide along his cock and knew he had made
the right decision in coming over. He'd been leery of getting too involved
with Joleen. And Larry was a loudmouth. The kid might amount to something,
but he talked too much.

Maybe good mouths ran in the family. Larry's was too big; Joleen's was
driving him mad with excitement. The delicate, feathery touches of her
tongue on the underside of his cock were sheer torture. But it was a
torture that Willie would be willing to endure for a long time!

"Fine, Joleen, real fine. Now get the hell up on the bed where I can fuck
you!"

The speed with which the woman moved was surprising. Willie blinked twice
in disbelief. One second Joleen had his prick in her mouth. The next, she
was on the bed with her legs spread open in obvious invitation to him.

Willie studied her. Joleen had her legs lifted and spread so that he could
see her cuntlips, and the shadowy region of her slit. His eyes raked across
her slightly domed belly, took in the mountainous tits, then came back to
the black fleece jungle of her cunt mound. The triangle pointed down to her
manhole.

And it was here that the man was really going to dig. He could see the
pink-tinged cuntlips open for him. They begged him to cram a long, hard
cock through them and into a hungry cunt. Hard. Fast. As many times as he 
could manage before he blasted off into her steamy hot cunt.

Willie hopped up to the bed and asked, "Ready?"

Without waiting for a reply, he slid forward and shoved his hips toward
Joleen's spread pussylips. His cock sailed through the pink flaps and
seared deep into her cunt.

"Oooh, God! Willie, you're ripping me apart! OOOOHH!"

Willie smiled. This was what he liked to hear from his women. He wanted
them to feel his big cock inside them. He wanted their cunts to be filled
to overflowing with his meat. Joleen obviously appreciated him. She said so
with her low-throated moans of joy as he began to pump in and out of her
cunt.

"Faster, damn you, faster! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Willie grunted as he picked up the tempo of his fucking. His strokes began
to lengthen. Each time his cock rammed forward, he penetrated a fraction of
an inch deeper into the woman's cunt. He felt her begin to get really
juicy. Her gash flowed with her oily secretions. Willie continued to fuck
as hard and fast into her joyhole as he could until he felt the fires begin
to bum in his balls.

His orgasm was rapidly approaching. If he kept up this frantic fucking of
Joleen's cunt, he'd blow his wad before long. Willie began to use a
corkscrewing motion with his hips every time he fucked into her. He rotated
his hips in a powerful circle and spiraled deep into her cunt. Joleen began
to buck and hunch up to meet each thrust.

Willie slowed the pace and grabbed Joleen under the knees. With his
powerful arms, he lifted and bent her double on the bed, her legs draped
over his shoulders. In this position, she was even more exposed to his
pounding cock.

Joleen moaned out, "Don't stop! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"

"Don't sweat it, babe. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"

To make good his claim, Willie shoved his hips forward. He smashed into
the stretched-open cunt with the force of a battering ram. Willie's cock
shot the complete length of Joleen's pussy and impacted against the end of
her cunt with brutal force.

She cried, "YESSS! YESSS! MORE! I... I... FUCK MEEE!"

Willie obliged and began slamming into Joleen's body with as much power as
he could summon. His cock vanished into her tight, wet cunt with each
stroke. He felt the searing heat boiling out of her interior as his cock
raced along her cuntal channel. Willie knew that he was really getting to
her in a big way when Joleen's entire body began to quiver. It was as if
she were possessed by a demon.

In a way, she was possessed by a demon. A demon of sheer lust. She needed
the feeling of Willie's massive prick inside her cunt. She was getting it
harder, faster and deeper than she had ever thought possible. Now was the
payoff. Her orgasm surged through her body and convulsed the walls of her
cunt.

Willie gasped. It felt as if his cock had been grabbed by a velvet fist.
His entire prick was trapped inside Joleen's cunt. The woman's pussy was
slippery wet with her cunt juices, but the force of her contractions held
him as surely as if he had been glued in.

Willie's own passions mounted. He felt his balls chum and begin to boil.
With a great effort, he began to pull out of Joleen's cunt. He would have
liked to stay there, buried balls deep, to enjoy the heat and tightness,
but he knew better. If he lingered much longer in this carnal passion pit,
her cunt would squeeze him dry. It would pull and suck at his cock until it
milked the jism from his balls.

From this position, Willie saw something which would be a lot better than
fucking even this tight, hot cunt. Any chick would be willing to put out
for a stud like Willie. But few had tits like Joleen.

He was going to fuck her tits.

To do that, he needed his cock as erect and hard as it could possibly get.
And right now it was close to the maximum. The man knew the feelings inside
his body, felt his balls act like a boiler getting ready to explode. If he
wanted to fuck those mounds of flesh rising from her chest, he'd have to do
it now.

He twisted his hips one last time and felt another orgasm surge through
Joleen's body. Willie was satisfied with the fucking he had given her
already.

The man asked, "How's it going, babe? Had enough?"

Joleen managed to gasp out, "You bastard! I want more of your cock! I want
more!"

He released her legs so they could fall to the bed. In a short leap, he
managed to straddle her waist. He looked down into her lust-glazed eyes and
said, "So you want more, eh? Then you'll get more! A hell of a lot more!"

He wiggled forward on her body until his ass rested on her belly. He
reached down and took a tit in each hand and began to squeeze. Joleen's
body bucked and hunched up under him, but his weight kept her pinned to the
bed. Willie continued to play with her tits until the nipples were fiery
pebbles. He pressed his thumbs into the tops and felt the woman's heart
beat through the aroused flesh.

She was ready for the second act.

Willie hunched his shoulders together and leaned forward. His hands
pressed Joleen's tits together until the nipples touched. She gasped, but
Willie ignored her moans. They were from pleasure, not pain. He rubbed one
nipple against the other until he was almost thrown off her body by the
violent thrashings. Sensing Joleen was strung out to just the right point,
Willie moved his cock to the very end of the deep crease between the
woman's tits.

He pressed the head of his cunt-juice dampened cock into the tight
opening. With his hands pushing the marshmallowy mounds of titflesh
together, the hole was very small. He didn't care. That just added to his
fun. With all the power in his body, he rammed forward.

His greased prick made it through the artificial cunt he had formed
between Joleen's jugs. His cock began to fuck the cunt made of titflesh as
if it were the cunt buried between the woman's legs. Joleen squirmed and
began to hump up with her hips.

This action only slid Willie forward with more force. His balls slapped
against the slopes of Joleen's tits each time he shoved forward. With the
cunt-juice oiled prick, his fucking became faster and faster.

Joleen was incapable of uttering a coherent word. Everything that came
from her mouth was either a moan or a long, loud shriek of pure joy. She'd
never had her tits fucked before. And the feeling of friction on the
insides of her boobs was a big turn on for the woman. She tried to capture
Willie's prick with her mouth when the purple head of his cock emerged
through the tunnel of snowy white flesh, but she couldn't quite touch his
glans. She tried to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Once, she almost
succeeded. Finally, she gave up.

It was so much better to just lie back and let the man do what be wanted 
with her body. She was assaulted with so many sensations at once it was
driving her wild. She felt the slickness of his cock as the man slid
through his titflesh cunt. Joleen smelled the sweat from their bodies as
they picked up the rhythm of their fucking. She felt the growing friction
on her body as Willie crammed his cock faster and faster between her jugs.

Joleen was in Heaven.

CHAPTER NINE

Willie was really getting into this tit-fucking. He enjoyed the feel of
the doughy blobs of Joleen's boobs sailing along his cock. He felt his dick
stiffen with increasing desire and knew that his orgasm wasn't far off.

The man increased the tempo and pressed brutally hard on Joleen's tits. As
he rammed into her and his balls smashed hard against the ivory slopes of
her tits, Willie's cock exploded. He blasted shot after gooey shot of jism
all over her face.

Willie released the hold on Joleen's tits and leaned back. A thin trickle
of his cum dripped onto Joleen's stomach. Willie took his cock in hand and
dragged his rigid rod back and forth until the last gobs of jism were wiped
from his prick.

He looked at Joleen in satisfaction. She was avidly licking the cum off
her face. One glob stuck above her eyebrow. That one was impossible to
reach with her tongue.

As she reached up to snare the stray blob with a finger, a voice boomed,
"Goddamn! What the fuckin' hell's going on here?"

Joleen cast a frightened look to the doorway. Standing there, suitcase in
hand, was Harold.

Her husband had come home three days early.

"Of all the Goddamn things I've ever seen! I come home early to be with my
wife and find her with some Goddamn man squatting on her belly and fucking
her!"

Willie didn't seem to be overly upset. He calmly slipped off of Joleen and
said, his voice controlled and even, "I guess you're Joleen's husband. I
wondered what a grade-A prick would look like. Seeing you, I know
everything Joleen's said is the gospel truth."

Harold dropped his suitcase and took a swing at Willie.

The naked man danced back, and the blow missed him by scant inches. He
taunted Harold, "Come off it, man! You're not going to do anything just
because your wife and I've been having a little fun. Don't get yourself
hurt, man. You could get a hernia straining like that!"

Harold stepped back, and Joleen could see him working himself into a rage.
He'd been in the Air Force and knew all sorts of unarmed combat.

Joleen cried out to Willie, "Better get out of here! He knows judo and all
kinds of stuff like that!"

Willie laughed harshly. "Aw, man, you can do better. But this might be the
only exercise you get. You certainly don't strain yourself in bed fucking.
Unless it's with those sexy little stewardesses, eh?"

Harold launched a straight punch at Willie's neck. The man moved and
seemed to pat Harold's clenched fist. The blow missed its target by a
considerable distance. Willie slapped Harold. Not hard, but enough to show
that he could do anything he wanted to the man.

Harold didn't take the hint. He launched a kick at Willie's stomach.
Willie casually grabbed the foot and twisted. Harold sailed through the air
and landed in a pile against the wall.

As he was standing up, Willie kicked out. The ball of his foot connected
with Harold's stomach. A dull whoosh signaled the air gushing out of the
man's lungs. As Harold doubled up, Willie brought his knee up into Harold's
face.

There was a dull crunch as cartilage broke. Harold collapsed to the floor
with a broken and bleeding nose.

"Man, I told you not to hassle me. That hand-to-hand combat jazz just
doesn't make it, you know? Try living out on the street, and you'll learn
to fight for keeps." Willie's voice was harsh and biting. It told the
beaten man that if he tried anything further, one of them would never get
up again.

And Willie had just shown how inept Harold was at fighting.

Harold pulled himself erect, holding his bleeding nose. "Okay, okay." He
stumbled to the dresser for support.

Joleen cried out, "A gun! Willie! There's a gun in the drawer!"

It was too late. Harold had opened the top drawer and yanked out a .38
snub-nosed revolver. He had it pointed at Willie. And instantly saw that
Willie had a 9mm Browning automatic cocked and aimed at him.

"Don't try it, Harold. I know I'm a damn sight better shot than you are.
And I've got fourteen tries to pump your miserable body full of holes. That
popgun of yours doesn't even scare me."

Joleen felt like laughing. The scene before her was funny in spite of
being so deadly grim. Harlold had his bloody nose and a toy of a gun aimed
at Willie. Willie was still naked but had the businesslike automatic aimed
at Harold.

They held the pose for a moment, then Harold snarled, "Get the hell out of
here, you filthy..."

Willie snapped, "Watch your tongue! I'm leaving."

He gathered his pants and shirt, slipping into his shoes as he picked the
other things up. All the time, his gun never wavered from its target on
Harold's chest.

Willie backed out of the room and called, "I'll see you later, doll!"

With that, he vanished down the hallway. The sound of the front door
slamming punctuated his departure.

Harold turned angrily to Joleen. "Who the fucking hell was that scum? And
what were you doing with him?"

Joleen settled back on the bed. "Put that gun away, Harold. It doesn't
scare me any more than it did Willie." She was really frightened of the man
waving the gun around since she knew he was a lousy shot and very mad. He
might just pull the trigger and never know it until it was too late.

Harold tossed the gun aside.

"Thanks. I guess it's pretty obvious what we were doing. How was your
trip?"

Harold's face turned an ugly red with anger. He reached out and backhanded
Joleen across the face. A red handprint was left on her cheek.

"Goddamn slut! 'How was my trip?' you say. Just like that. Just like you
hadn't been cheating on me!"

Joleen held her cheek. She'd never seen Harold this mad and didn't know
what he would do or what he was capable of doing. She decided she had
better try to calm him down, or he might do something she wouldn't like at
all.

"Ah, look, Harold. You're gone so long. Look at it from my point of..."

Harold smashed his hand into her face again. This time he didn't bother to
do it flat-handed. He punched her with his fist.

"Whore! Bitch! Scumbag! You're such a slut you sicken me!"

He began to slap her repeatedly. Joleen fell back on the bed and tried to
protect herself as best she could. In a few minutes, the rain of blows
stopped. Joleen remained curled up on the bed, shaking and sobbing. Tears
ran down her face and dampened the bedspread.

How could life be so cruel to her? Why did Harold have to come back from
his Goddamn trip three days early?

She thought the man had left her alone. Joleen couldn't have been more
wrong.

Harold had gone into the bathroom to stop the flow of blood from his
broken nose. He came back into the bedroom with his nose plugged with
cotton and a strip of adhesive tape over the bridge.

He silently went to the closet and took out a handful of his neckties.
Still without speaking, he went to where Joleen lay cowering on the bed. A
mighty slap on the side of her head made her gasp and reach out to stop a
second blow.

Harold tapped her hand and quickly looped the tie around her wrist. He
knotted the silk and yanked hard on it. When Joleen's arm straightened,
Harold fastened the tie to the head of the bed, using a knot that couldn't
easily be undone.

"Wh-what are you doing, Harold?"

"Shut up, you disgusting pig! You make me sick!"

Harold slapped her again. When Joleen touched the bruised cheek, Harold
took her slender wrist and rapidly tied another of his neckties around it.

He dragged her out so that he could fasten the tie to the other side of
the headboard. Joleen tried to kick him. This only played into his hands.

He grabbed one flailing foot and soon had it fastened securely at one end
of the bed. It was child's play to capture the other foot and tie it the
same way.

Joleen was fled spreadeagle to the bed. Naked and exposed, her face
bruised and one eye beginning to blacken from where her husband had punched
her, she was a sorry sight.

Harold looked at her without the slightest trace of pity in his harsh
black eyes.

"Why are you d-doing this t-to me? WHY?" Joleen pleaded, knowing her words
were falling on deaf ears.

Harold sneered but didn't answer. He removed the broad leather belt from
his waist and doubled the strap. He slapped it against his palm serveral
times to test the feel of its impact.

When Joleen saw what Harold intended to do to her, she began to scream as
loudly as she could.

As quick as a flash, Harold was next to her, stuffing his handkerchief
into his wife's mouth. He took another of his neckties and fastened the
silk band around Joleen's head to keep the gag in place.

"Now, slut. Scream all you want. And I hope you choke to death after what
you've done to me!"

Harold raised his arm, and the broad belt slapped across Joleen's tensed
stomach with a dull whack!

She groaned, but the gag prevented the slightest sound from escaping her
lips. Harold began to beat her. Methodically and thoroughly, he continued
to swing the belt and land it on her body. She was soon covered with a
checkerboard of red welts from the belt.

"How's it feel to suffer, bitch? This is nothing compared to what you've
made me feel!"

Harold went to a wooden chair and picked it up. He raised it over his head
and, for a horrifying second, Joleen thought he meant to smash it into her.
Instead, he broke the chair against the dresser. He picked up two of the
broken rungs from the legs and brought them over to the bed and the bound
woman.

Harold coldly informed the bound Joleen, "I don't think I got those
bindings tight enough. You don't look like you are enjoying them at all!"
Harold took one of the pieces of wood and slowly looped one of the ties
binding Joleen's legs around the rung. He began to spin the wood and
tighten the bond. He repeated the action on the tie on Joleen's other
ankle.

Harold pulled so tight that his wife's joints began to pop and crack. She
silently screamed her agony into the gag in her mouth. It was like being
drawn and quartered.

Seeing her ass lift off the bed and hang suspended in the air due to the
incredible tension of his crude torture rack, Harold declared, "Now I can
really begin to punish you!"

He brought the belt down again and again on her white body. The once
flawless expanse of her skin now was criss-crossed with ugly red welts and
the beginnings of blood blisters. Once, Joleen passed out from the pain. A
pitcher of icy water revived her to more pain. When her husband began
beating her cunt with the broad black leather belt, Joleen thought she was
going to die.

Harold stopped to rest. He looked at the battered body of his wife
stretched out over the bed. He said, his voice coming in harsh, panting
tones, "I never thought you'd do a thing like this to me. I've given you
everything. And how do you repay me? You find some hood and let him fuck
you. You probably begged him to fuck you! You're nothing but a Goddamn
whore!"

Joleen thought that Harold didn't know the half of the situation. Yes,
she'd begged Willie for his cock. Yes, she'd begged him to fuck her. She'd
done everything to seduce the man. And why the hell not? Harold was never
around. And she was seeing a new side of her husband that hadn't been
revealed to her before.

Joleen hoped that Harold Jensen would burn in hell for what he was doing
to her!

"Your slimy hole probably drew him like garbage does flies. Here's
something for your filthy cunt!"

Harold rammed a leg from the chair into Joleen's snatch. Drawn and
stretched as she was on the bed, her cunt was tightly compressed. The pain
of the varnished wood along her unlubricated cunt made her pass out again.

When she regained consciousness, Harold was beating her with the belt with
renewed urgency. There wasn't a single square inch of her body that wasn't
marked. When he brought the belt down across her tits, she tried to scream.
When she saw that her muffled moans were only egging him on, she vowed to
remain as silent as she could possibly be.

The pain was excruciating in her shoulders and hips from where he had
tightened the ties binding her. She silently wished for one of them to
break, but the material was too tough. Joleen would have to endure the
torture awhile longer.

She'd try to take whatever he did to her in complete silence.

Harold soon changed when he saw the more placid attitude his wife was
trying to maintain. He became furious. He brutally twisted the chair leg he
had crammed up her cunt. Joleen bit down on the handkerchief in her mouth.
She almost choked but did not utter a single sound.

Harold's wrath grew. "I'm going to show you what it's like to have a real
man fuck you! I'm going to fuck you until you'll wish you could beg me to
stop! But I won't! I'll keep fucking your foul, stinking cunt until I feel
like stopping!"

He stripped off his bloodied shirt and tossed it aside. His trousers
followed. Joleen saw that her husband had a hard-on. She didn't have to be
a mind reader to guess that his cock had been stiff since the start of this
painful episode with her. He apparently got off in a big way on sadism.

If Joleen could have had any wish in the world, she'd have wished for that
big gun of Willie's. He had said it held fourteen shots. She would have
enjoyed putting each and every round into Harold's bloated belly. She would
have laughed as he quivered and kicked out his death agonies.

It would have been fitting punishment for what he was doing to her.

But she knew that she wouldn't get the chance and resigned herself to her
fate. Harold stood over her on the bed. His prick danced in front of his
body. He held it like a knife as he dropped to his knees and savagely
gabbed at her cunt.

"This is what you wanted from him, isn't it?"

Harold squeezed down powerfully on Joleen's snatch to indicate what he
meant, as if she didn't already know. She tried to keep from gasping, but
she failed. He had her by the most sensitive part of her body. And the
bastard knew it!

"I've decided to let you enjoy this for a while." Harold bent forward and
guided his cock into Joleen's cunt. With a mighty surge of his hips, Harold
rocketed forward.

His cock zinged up the woman's ungreased cunt. She felt as if he were
tearing her apart as her inner tissues tried to stop the huge invader.
Harold laughed cruelly, then began to really fuck her dry cunt. Each time
he thrust into her it was excruciatingly painful for Joleen.

In spite of herself, Joleen felt her cunt begin to flow. The cunt juices
soon gushed out to protect her. In some way she didn't even begin to
understand, she wanted Harold to fuck her. But not like this. She didn't
want to betray her need for cock in such an obvious and blatant way.

And yet she did. Harold noticed her flowing cunt instantly.

"Damn! You are one hell of a slut!"

He began to fuck her with wild abandon. His prick seared along her cunt
and made her writhe with the sensations battering at her mind. Her entire
body was a giant raw nerve end, and now Harold was starting to really fuck
her. Joleen thought she would lose her mind from the intense pain -- and
pleasure -- that seeped through her body.

She tried to forget all the pain from the welts on her body. Joleen's
universe was filled with a red haze of agony, but there was a way she could
get even with Harold.

If she enjoyed the punishment he was inflicting on her body, enjoy the
living hell out of it, he might stop. It was apparent his goal was to hurt
her. He wanted to humiliate her in the worst way possible. Robbed of that
pleasure, he'd quit.

Joleen continued to moan. But she concentrated on the pleasure of Harold's
puny cock inside her cunt. Her pussy was now well oiled in self-defense
against his inconsiderate fucking. The woman tried to imagine it was Willie
fucking her; that Harold didn't even exist in her world of pleasure.

Harold mumbled, "You're a real pig!"

He continued to fuck her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes, hoping to
intensify the pain in her body. Harold thought that anyone so mistreated
wduld have to hurt if they were beaten, had a chair leg shoved up their
cunt, and were then fucked.

Joleen's determination prevented him from realizing his goal. He felt his 
cock begin to burn. His balls slapped mercilessly into her ass with every
stroke. He felt the internal pressure building in his body. And Joleen only
moaned in contentment.

Furious, Harold pistoned in and out of the woman's cunt with violent
force. He fucked her with all the pent-up emotion he felt. She had cheated
on him. He wanted to discipline her. He rammed his prick into her cunt as
hard and deep as he could.

Still, his wife seemed to enjoy it. Her hips began to wiggle a bit; she
seemed to be asking for more.

Harold was not able to hold back his jism any longer. He blasted his spunk
with mindless fury into her tortured cunt. Joleen didn't feel anything but
the throb of Harold's cock jerking and spurting off inside her. She knew,
however, that he had blown his wad a lot sooner than he had intended.
Joleen could tell by the crazed look in her husband's eyes that he had
intended for this to go on for a long, long time. He wanted to make her
suffer, and she refused.

Joleen refused to let Harold reach her. She built a mental wall around
herself to shut out the pain. Humiliation meant nothing to her now. She was
not going to let him degrade her further.

Harold snarled, "You liked that! You like being fucked and beaten! You
dirty animal!"

Harold stood on the bed, his feet braced between Joleen's widespread legs.
From his superior height, he looked down at his wife in contempt. She was
as bound and helpless as she could have ever been. Joleen saw the white cum
oozing off Harold's cock and dripping onto the bed.

If she had been able, she would have laughed at him. He was a ridiculous
and pitiful sight.

Harold Jensen seemed to sense the amusement from the gleam in her eyes. He
knew how she had thwarted his plans for revenge on her body. With obvious
malice, Harold took his cock in hand and coldly told her, "You're subhuman.
You're the lowest scumbag that ever existed. You're not fit for anything.
You're not even fit for me to piss on!"

Joleen's eyes widened in horror. She saw the hole at the end of Harold's
cock expand.

The woman screwed her eyes shut and tried to avoid the hot stream of piss
that splashed and splattered on her face. The smelly piss warmly trickled 
down her face, over her lips, even spurted up her nose.

Joleen snorted and cleared the horrible liquid from her nostrils. But the
stench remained. She tried to shake her head and get some of the piss off.
She could tell it wouldn't work that easily. In a few seconds, her hair was
drenched.

Harold laughed harshly.

"Is that more to your liking, bitch?"

She peered out from under one eyelid and saw Harold pull out a pocket
knife from his trouser pocket. The puny penknife looked as big as a machete
to her. He opened it and advanced on her. She watched the gleam of the
silver blade with complete fascination. It seemed to hypnotize her. As
badly as she wanted to look away, to cower from that wicked knife, she
couldn't.

He stood over her and shoved the thin blade up inside one nostril. He
wiggled it around a few times, enjoying the look of tenor on her face. The
amusement in her eyes had changed to stark honor. Even through the gag, she
managed to mutter, "NO!"

"So! The whore doesn't like the pretty knife."

With a motion too fast for her to see, Harold slipped the knife away from
her nose and slashed the silk tie binding her left wrist.

"Slut!" was all he said. He dressed and left without another word to his
bound and gagged wife.

Joleen managed to loosen her other bonds and was soon free. She sat on the
edge of the bed for a moment, trembling and sick in reaction to what had
happened to her. Finally, the stench of the piss was too great for Joleen
to endure any longer. She rushed to the bathroom and heaved her guts out.

The first spell of vomiting past, the pain from her body began to take its
toll. She vomited again, this time with the dry heaves.

The woman was drained physically and mentally after puking out her guts.
Like some zombie, she turned on the water in the shower and slipped into
the tub. The jet of hot water hurt as it washed over her body. But she
didn't care. The pain wasn't any worse than the beatings Harold had given
her.

When the piss was washed from her hair and her body had become one giant, 
dull ache, an intense hatred flowed into her mind. She wanted to get rid of
Harold for what he had gone. She would do anything to get even.

Joleen didn't know how or when. She just knew that she would get even with
that bastard.

Harold Jensen had created a monster.

CHAPTER TEN

Joleen sat under the hot shower for an hour. The aches in her body began
to fade as her hatred grew. She finally heaved herself erect and stepped
out of the shower. She knew that Harold was going to pay for this. But her
first consideration was to get the hell away from this house.

The only problem was that she had nowhere to go.

Joleen considered her few friends and immediately decided that they would
want nothing to do with a squabble between her and Harold. The way Willie
had left, Joleen wasn't sure what her reception would be if she called on
him for help.

In a flash of inspiration, Joleen called Larry's girlfriend. Katherine
could help her. And Harold knew nothing of the red-haired girl since he
never bothered even finding out where Larry was, much less who he was with.

Joleen dressed, careful of the many large welts that criss-crossed her
body. She stumbled into the bedroom and sat on the bed. The woman tried to
compose herself as best she could before calling.

She dialed the number, the phone rang several times, and then Katherine
answered.

"K-Katherine? T-This is Joleen. Larry's mother."

"Oh, yeah, hi. Say, you sound pretty shitty. Is anything the matter?"

Joleen explained what had happened and how she needed some place to crash
until she could begin divorce proceedings against Harold.

"Sure, Joleen. You're welcome to come over and stay at my place as long as
you want." Katherine paused for a moment, then continued, "You don't think
Harold'll come looking for you, do you?"

It was obvious that she was afraid of what he might do if he found Joleen
in anyone else's apartment.

Joleen quickly put her fears to rest. "He doesn't even know about you,
Katherine. Larry's never told him and neither have I."

"Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to have him wasted on my doorstep, you
know."

"Wasted?"

"Yeah. Dusted. Bang, bang. A bullet through his head or something. I've
got some pretty rough friends who might think he was trying to beat up on
me if he came storming over. But if he doesn't know where I five,
everything's groovy. Come on over. And better bring whatever you think
you'll be needing. I doubt if you're going to be able to get back into your
house for a long time."

"I'll pack a suitcase. And thanks, Katherine. I appreciate this more than
I can tell you."

"No hassle, so forget it. I'll spread the word about your old man, though.
He needs to be taken care of -- bad."

Joleen hung up, then hastily packed a suitcase. She didn't pay much
attention to what she packed. Undergarments, a couple of dresses, a pair of
shoes. She remembered her toothbrush and crammed that in. She looked in the
mirror after she finished dressing and saw the black eye forming. The woman
shuddered at the thought of all she had been through in the past couple of
hours. It seemed almost unreal. It was dreamlike, but a dream of nightmare
proportions.

Joleen would have never thought Harold capable of such violence. If she
never saw him again, it would be too soon. And yet she wanted revenge on
him. Not only for what he'd done to her physically, but for the years of
mental torture.

Keeping her locked up like a slave was another score that would have to be
settled.

Joleen went out to find the car gone. She went back into the house again,
called a cab, and fumed until the yellow car drove up in front of the house
a half hour later.

They quickly drove across town, and before she knew it, Joleen was
standing on Katherine's doorstep. She wasted no time in knocking. She was
certain that the cab hadn't been followed, but Harold was a cagey bastard.
He might have taken it into his head to follow her if she tried to leave 
the house.

Katherine immediately opened the door and let out a low "Goddamn!" In a
louder voice she said, "Come on in, Joleen. God, but you look a mess."

The older woman didn't have to be told that. Katherine gasped when she saw
the black eye and the nasty bruises on Joleen's once unmarked body.

Katherine vented a long sigh and said, "I think your old man's going to
have hell to pay for this. If I know Willie, he'll arrange something really
messy for your late husband."

"He's not dead yet, dammit!" snarled Joleen.

"Dear, I think he will be. Soon. Nobody fucks over one of Willie's
girlfriends like this and lives to brag about it. I'll give you any odds
you want that Harold's going to get himself wasted."

Joleen began taking off her dress. The material chafed and rubbed her raw.
The welts were beginning to really bother her in spite of the care she had
taken.

She told Katherine, "I hope you're right. And I hope to God nobody expects
me to go to the funeral. I hate that son of a bitch!"

Katherine looked at the fine body being revealed to her. She said, "Let me
get some ointment, and I'll spread it on your body. Those welts are really
nasty-looking." In a moment, she had returned with a bottle of lotion.
Katherine slipped the cap off and poured a generous amount of the thick
fluid into her hand.

"Come over here so I can rub this in. It'll burn for a second before it
works. Great stuff for sunburn, and it was some kind of a pain-killer in
it."

Joleen moved her naked body over to the sofa and lay down. She stared up
at the ceiling and wondered what she could do to Harold to begin to pay him
back for this. He had created a very big debt that he wouldn't like paying
off.

"Ouch!" Joleen cried as Katherine began to apply the lotion. "That burns
like fire!"

"Take it easy for a minute. The stuff'll begin to kill all the pain, and
you can relax a bit." Katherine's cool fingers seemed to linger as she
began to rub the lotion into Joleen's body. Her hands caressed and fondled 
Joleen's tits as the girl applied the sunburn ointment.

"Hmmm, that feels soooo good!" The woman liked the feel of Katherine's
hands on her body, stroking gently. The anesthetic in the lotion began to
take effect, and Joleen was able to forget about the pain in her tortured
body. The sensuous feel of Katherine's stroking along her body filled her
mind now and replaced the bad memories of the affair with Harold.

"You have such a nice body, Joleen. So smooth and soft and tender I just
love feeling it!" Katherine began applying the lotion on Joleen's belly,
then went further down to her cunt.

"Damn that bastard!" the teenager exclaimed. "He even fucked around with
your cuntlips. Now, does this feel better?" She gently caressed the
pussylips with a dab of the oil. As she rubbed her hand over the woman's
cunt, she noticed another oil gathering and mixing with that she was
applying.

Joleen was turning on, the flow of her internal lubrication dribbling out
of her cunt. Katherine began smearing that wonderful cunt juice around just
as she had the sunburn ointment. She knew that the woman's own secretions
would do her as much good as any store-bought medicine.

"Katherine... your hands feel so good... sooo goood!"

Larry's girlfriend sensed the hidden message in Joleen's words. She wanted
to make love. And Katherine was more than willing.

"You poor dear," were the only words Katherine spoke before kissing
Joleen. Their mouths met and pressed together in a deep kiss. Their tongues
flicked in and out of each other's mouths until their saliva began to mix.
Joleen tasted the mixture and was turned on by it. She gave more and more
of her attentions to Katherine. It drove the bad memories of Harold from
her brain.

Good thoughts were always better than bad. And anything having to do with
her husband was bad.

Joleen happed Katherine's tongue between her teeth. She gently bit down
while she sucked. Katherine moaned and began to run her hands over the
lotion-slick body of the supine woman. Joleen felt nothing but the erotic
sensations in her body. The pain-killer had done its work well.

Katherine took one of Joleen's tits in her hand and gently squeezed. The
feel of the warm flesh under her fingers was incredibly sexy. Katherine
began to rotate the mound of tit until the nipple cresting the marshmallow 
mountain came to life. When the nipple became a fiery red with the blood of
Joleen's lust pounding into her boob, Katherine took the nipple between her
thumb and forefinger. She started to rotate the little rock-hard nubbin
until Joleen moaned constantly.

Stabs of sweet pain went into Joleen's chest. It didn't hurt like the
beating Harold had given her. This was sweet torture, good feelings being
generated in her body. Katherine's touch was feather light and sensuous,
not painful.

When Katherine put her mouth to the tit and began to suck, all thoughts of
Harold left Joleen's mind. She could only think about the hands roaming her
oil-slick body. The feel of Katherine's mouth was indescribably nice. The
sight of the fiery red hair in wild disarray around the girl's tits even
turned her on.

Joleen knew that Katherine was giving her tits the attention they
deserved, not the beating Harold had given them. Katherine fluttered from
one tit to the other, giving both equal oral treatment.

Her tongue lashed out and taunted the marble of flesh on the tip of each
tit. Katherine drove her tongue straight down and smashed it into the
nipple, then pushed that nubbin around in a small circle to stimulate it.
She knew her technique was working from the moans of pleasure being uttered
by Joleen.

When the nipples were fully erect and aroused into fingers of crimson
flesh, Katherine began to suck. She drew the nipple into her mouth. As it
entered her mouth, she nipped at it lightly. She caught the nipple between
her teeth and gnawed away at the resilient flesh. Joleen began to move
against the soft covering on the sofa.

"Keep doing that, Katherine. It's... it's GOOD!"

Katherine had no intention of stopping. Not now. Not after she had tasted
the succulent flesh of Joleen's tits. The girl continued to suck and give
the tits the tongue-lashing of their lives. While her mouth avidly sucked
and pulled at Joleen's jugs, Katherine's hand strayed down to the matted
jungle of the other woman's cuntal mound.

In the tangled thatch of coarse hair Katherine began to rub and stimulate
the buried nerve endings. She pushed down hard on the pubic bone before
moving to the softer cuntlips. Katherine's hand became drenched in the cunt
juices flowing out of Joleen's joyhole. Properly greased, Katherine shoved
two fingers up the woman's cunt.

Joleen jumped as if she had been shot. She cried out, "OOOOHHH DAMN! That
hurts so good!"

Katherine was scared that she had injured the woman further. She had no
idea what Harold had done to Joleen and feared that he might have injured
her internally. Katherine looked at her hand and found a tiny splotch of
blood on it. She couldn't possibly know that a chair leg had been shoved up
the woman's cunt. But she did know that Joleen didn't seem to care about
the pain.

Joleen settled back down and told Katherine, "Please, Katherine, please!
Go ahead and fingerfuck me. It felt bad for a second. Then it felt good! If
you do it right, I'm sure it'll be a lot better and take my mind off...
off... things."

"Okay, Joleen. But I sure as hell don't want to hurt you any more than you
have been already."

"You won't. You can't."

That spurred Katherine on to a fresh flurry of activity. Her hand roamed
up and down the slicked track of Joleen's cunt. The teenager pushed the
delicate, pink cuntlips together and held them between her fingers. She
rubbed and massaged the pussylips, then found the tiny bud of Joleen's
clit.

Katherine looped her oily finger around the tiny nubbin, and Joleen
uttered a soft groan of pleasure as Katherine began to stroke up and down
the erect clitoris. She started at the slightly broadened base and went all
the way to the tiny tip. When she reached this point, Katherine pushed the
button of flesh down with her thumb. It would spring back to attention, and
Joleen would moan louder.

"Gooood, soooo gooood! Suck on it, Katherine! Please suck on my little
clit!"

Just fondling the woman's clit was fun, a lot of fun, but if she wanted it
mouthed, Katherine would be the last to deny her that pleasure. Like she
was slurping up milk from a saucer, Katherine began to lap and lick away at
Joleen's cuntal gash.

She tasted the wonderful salty tang of the cunt juices that lubricated the
area. The bitter taste of the sunburn ointment remained, but was soon
washed away from Joleen's cunt by her own juices and the avid licking
tongue of Katherine.

Joleen was in Heaven again. The wet, slightly rough tongue coursing up and
down her cuntlips made her feel like a woman again. She enjoyed the
relaxed, yet tingling feeling in her body that was building up as a result
of the tonguing. When Katherine's tongue began to play with her aroused
clitoris, Joleen felt she was going to climax then and there.

The feeling died in her belly but left a warmth that suffused her entire
body. When the teenager's tongue stabbed into her cunt, the woman was
certain she wouldn't be able to take much more. The feel of the tongue
rolling around inside her stimulated her. It made her cuntal walls ripple
with lust for Katherine. When her son's girlfriend began to suck out the
cunt juices that had welled up from deep inside her cunt, Joleen climaxed.

Pain and pleasure mixed together in her battered body. All of her nerves
sang out a duet of good and bad. The good came from Katherine's tongue
thrusting in and out of her cunt. The bad came from her injured body.

In the end, pleasure triumphed. Joleen writhed about on the soft sofa
moaning and shrieking out her enjoyment for any and all to hear. She was
assailed with feelings of ecstasy as the orgasm totally possessed her
nerves.

Katherine continued to sample the tasty flow of cunt juice for some time.
She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, for she knew that Joleen
wouldn't be able to do much about it.

The answer to Katherine's problem entered her apartment. Larry walked in,
his face grim and drawn.

He saw the two women, his mother writhing in ecstasy from an orgasm, and
Katherine eating out the woman's cunt. Larry knew then that things weren't
too bad.

"Hungry, dear?" he asked Katherine.

"Yeah. And now I got an itch up my cunt that needs scratching. You don't
happen to have a long, hard prick to take care of such an ailment, do you?"

"Well, you horny bitch, I just might have. I suppose you'd want it crammed
up your cunt a couple times, eh?" Larry began unzipping his trousers.

"Sure would!" came the enthusiastic reply.

Joleen had recovered sufficiently from her orgasm to gasp out, "You two
aren't leaving me out of this!"

Katherine looked up from between the woman's bruised thighs and said, "I
think you'd better be careful, Joleen. There's some blood coming out of
your cunt. Harold might have ripped up some tissue or something way up
inside you. You'd better not let anyone fuck you until you see a doctor."

Larry smiled as he cast aside the last of his clothes. "That's one way of
making sure you have my cock all to yourself. But it's a good argument! I
think you're going to have to admit, though, it just isn't polite letting
my mother sit around and watch us fuck." Then he added, "Unless she wants
to sit on my face!"

"Sounds like a comfortable place... and very exciting, too!" exclaimed
Joleen.

Larry sprawled on the rug in the middle of the living room floor. His cock
bounced and jerked as it stuck upward from his groin like a flagpole. His
prick quickly disappeared into Katherine's hungry cunt as the girl
straddled his waist and lowered herself onto his huge cock.

She smiled blissfully as Larry's rigid cock slid into her hungering cunt.
It felt so damned good to be filled with him again. She could sense the
jerking and throbbing of his mighty shaft crammed up inside her cunt.
Katherine even imagined she could feel the big blue vein along the length
of his cock. But that didn't matter as much as the crammed to overflowing
feeling she got every time Larry fucked into her twat.

Larry relaxed as Katherine began to bounce up and down on his cock. He
watched as his iron-hard prick entered and left her gushing cunt. The pink
cuntlips seemed to reach out in an erotic kiss around his cock. Then they
would close on his shaft and suck him into her moist cunt.

His girlfriend began to rise and plummet down, slowly fucking herself.
Larry got off just watching Katherine's tits sway and bounce around in
front of her body. As he started to reach out and grab a double handful of
titflesh, he found his arms momentarily pinned by another body.

His face was filled with cunt.

Joleen had gotten up from the couch and had come over to join the fun. She
had taken Larry's words to heart and decided to sit on his face. His tongue
fucking in and out of her cunt wasn't exactly what she wanted thrust into
her, but it would have to do until she could see a doctor.

She was afraid that Katherine was right. Joleen felt needles of pain from
deep inside her cunt. It was possible that Harold's use of the chair leg
had embedded splinters in her cuntal walls. If so, fucking might bury them 
deeper into her tender flesh. She'd have to be satisfied with Larry's
tongue for the moment.

But she had to admit that that was good enough for her. His tongue leaped
in and out of her cunt, lapped and licked away the love juices that had
boiled out of her, then began to ring her. His rough, wet tongue circled
her manhole, then started on a short trip up and down her cuntlips. Her
clit quivered in reaction when her son's tongue thrust against it.

Larry, however, wasn't content to stay in one place too long. His tongue
continued to move. He tasted the salty delight of the juices pouring out of
his mother's cunt. Those were good, succulent and normally enough to
satisfy him. However, with Katherine bouncing up and down on his prick, his
own lust had made such a simple pleasure inadequate.

He moved his mouth to suck on Joleen's cuntlips. He lightly gnawed at
them. Not too hard, since he realized that his father had beaten her with a
belt. He made sure that the oily cunt juices were properly spread around.
His saliva also lubricated her entire cuntal area.

Larry played a bit with Joleen's clit and felt her strain and moan out her
joy. Then his tongue dived into her cunt again for a fresh taste of her
juices. Tiring of her cunt, Larry moved his tongue back along the woman's
perineum and found her tiny, clenched asshole.

He tried to shove his hardened tongue up her ass, but the attempt failed.
He couldn't get his face into the proper position for an easy entry up his
mother's tight, hot shit chute. But he tried his damnedest to give Joleen
the pleasure she needed.

Besides, Larry was being diverted by Katherine. The friction along his
cock had increased immensely as she began to piston up and down with even
harder strokes. She fucked herself with wild abandon now. Her well-toned
stomach muscles clamped down on Larry's buried cock when her cunt totally
surrounded him. Larry's self-control began to erode.

He felt like a giant hand, burning hot, had reached out and grabbed his
prick. When Katherine rose off his prong, the suction created inside her
cunt made Larry sure that all of his guts would be dragged out of his cock.
The tiny opening at the end of his dick expanded the smallest amount. His
balls thrashed around and his cock stiffened even more.

Larry's jism blasted out into Katherine's cunt. He whitewashed her walls
and filled her with his creamy cum. She continued to fuck herself on his
rigid prick until she got off. She had an orgasm that seized control of her
body and shook her like a cat would shake a mouse.

She began to rise and fall frantically on his cock, fucking faster and
faster. The friction of his cock on her cuntal walls sent Katherine soaring
through a wilderness of erotic sensation. She burned. Her cunt convulsed
and grabbed crazily at her already sated boyfriend's wilting cock.

All too soon, she collapsed into a heap. Katherine opened her eyes and
stared at Larry. His face was still hidden by the twin moons of his
mother's asscheeks. The girl could hear his slurping and lapping as he ate
his mother's cunt.

Katherine let his limp cock dribble out of her soggy twat and didn't even
bother trying to revive it. She decided she'd let Larry finish off Joleen,
then maybe they could have a rematch. After all, it was Larry's mother who
needed the tender loving care right now to make her forget her husband.

After all she'd been through, Joleen had to have her mind taken off the
shitty treatment given her by Harold. Her husband would pay eventually, but
now it was more important that Joleen's sexual needs be satisfied.

Larry was doing a good job of that. His tongue speared into his mother's
cunt one more time. He tasted her juices, felt the ripply surfaces of her
cuntal walls. Then he traced out the slightly bristly rim of her manhole
before moving back to her clit. The tiny nubbin had risen up and demanded
more attention.

Larry gave it his full oral attention. He licked and sucked at the clit
until it was a bright cherry red. When he lightly ran his tongue over the
pleasure center of his mother's body, she came amid loud shrieks of joy.

Joleen screamed out, "AAAIIIEEEEE! Oh God! MOOORE!"

Larry continued to tongue and suck his mother until she was sated. Totally
exhausted by her sexual encounters with Katherine and then her own son,
Joleen went over to the sofa and sat down, her legs spread far apart to
give her well-used cunt a chance at some cool, refreshing air.

"Thanks," Joleen said, "both of you. I really needed to get all that messy
business out of my head for a while and you've both managed to do that."

Larry looked up from the floor. "It's not over yet. The old man to be
taken care of. I'm not letting him get away with what he did to you."

"Please, Larry. Sooner or later, I'll figure out a way to get even with
that slimy bastard. I don't want you getting involved with him. Besides,
it's my revenge. When I decide what I want to do, I'll do it."

"Too late. I..." Larry broke off as Willie came striding into the
apartment.

He glanced at Joleen, then turned to Larry. "Did you hire some muscle?"

Larry sat upright, then stood. He looked Willie square in the eye when he
said, "I paid the Mafia four bills to do a job for me. Yeah, I hired some
muscle."

Willie reached into his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet and rolled out
four one-hundred-dollar bills. He handed them to Larry.

"I'm taking care of this. Nobody does to your mother what Harold Jensen
did without really paying for it. Four hundred wouldn't buy you more than a
good beating."

Joleen watched in silence for a moment, then said, "What's going on? What
have you done, Willie?"

He turned back to her and said, "I haven't done a damn thing to that son
of a bitch husband of yours. In fact, it's a real shame how clumsy he is.
He's going to fall down some stairs tonight at ten o'clock. Going to break
every bone in both of his hands and even impale himself on an iron-spiked
fence. Through his balls."

His words fell flat and harsh.

But there was no denying that Harold had met his match and would really
pay for his brutal torture of his wife.

Joleen remained silent for a while, then said, her voice low and barely
controlled, "That seems to be appropriate enough punishment. Thank you."

"I take care of the people I like. And I like you. Besides, I don't want
your snot-nosed kid fooling around putting out small contracts like that.
Not yet." Turning back to Larry, Willie told him, "I handle the tough
stuff. And don't forget it, kid!"

Larry smiled broadly. "Gotcha, Willie!"

"Yeah." The man went and sat next to Joleen, taking her hand in his. "Now
what're you going to do? I doubt if Harold's going to fool around with you
again so you don't have anything to worry about there. But you don't have
anywhere to go."

Joleen shrugged. "I've got some money..."

"Forget it. I can put you up in style. You deserve more than that prick
was giving you. Why not be my girl?"

Joleen studied Willie's wiry build and thought about how good he was in
bed. Then she thought of the things he had done for her. She smiled and
nodded assent.

Being Willie's mistress was worlds better than putting up with Harold.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Joleen and Willie got off the plane from New York. Their trip had been
successful. Willie had unloaded almost forty thousand dollars' worth of hot
jewelry to another fence. The merchandise would be out of the country by
that night.

And Willie was close to fifteen thousand dollars richer after splitting
with his boss.

It had been a very profitable trip.

Joleen was happy, too. She hadn't paid any attention to the business
dealings. She had gone to Fifth Avenue and wandered up and down looking at
all the department stores and the fabulous things in the windows. And it
made her feel like royalty to walk into a store and be able to pay cash for
anything she wanted.

Literally anything, no matter what the price. Willie had given her almost
two thousand dollars to spend as she liked. And, had she asked for more,
Joleen was certain that Willie would have let her have the bread. To him,
the green stuff wasn't worth anything unless you spent it on something you
enjoyed.

Back home, they unloaded their bags from the back of Willie's Jaguar, then
carried them inside to the posh apartment. Joleen still felt a little
cramped living in an apartment after so many years in a house, but she
could bear it. She was with Willie. She had money to spend as she saw fit.

And Willie didn't mind taking her along on his trips. She was free of her
four walls. The apartment wasn't a trap, it was merely a convenient place
to return and spend a week or two between buying and selling trips.

Willie dumped the bags down on the middle of the floor and told her, "I'm
going to have to start lifting weights unless you cut down on buying all 
this junk."

"But Willie," she said, "there's nothing in there but shortie
nightgowns... lots of different ones."

"Yeah? So show me one. I want to know what I'm breaking my back for."

Joleen smiled and took the case from the floor and vanished into their
bedroom. Willie went and fixed a couple of drinks for them while Joleen
changed. He didn't care a damn about how much she spent. It was just his
way of letting her know she had to give value for value.

He took a quick gulp of his Chivas when Joleen came back into the room.
She was a sight to behold. All the nasty red welts and ugly purple bruises
had vanished from her white body. Joleen was again a thing of beauty.

Willie felt his cock getting hard.

He studied her critically as if she were a bug under a microscope. "Hmmmm,
nice legs, yeah, real nice."

Her white legs flashed beneath the flimsy material of the nglige. They
were as trim and firmly muscled as any young woman.

Willie's eyes worked up to Joleen's thighs. Firmly fleshed, shapely and a
real turn on. The transparent netting of the nightgown couldn't hide the
flare of her ass or the creamy skin. The man loved to watch the action of
her asscheeks as she moved.

To demonstrate, Joleen pivoted around a couple of times. Then she walked
across the room wiggling her ass as much as she could. He loved watching it
rotate and swing from side to side.

But her tits swayed even more. Their ruddy tips prodded against the
loosely tied front of the nglige. The three tiestrings hadn't done much
to fasten the material together.

The material was a deep emerald green which offset the woman's lustrous
black hair. As Joleen moved, it seemed as if a white river of flesh flowed
between banks of green nylon. The swell of her tits gave Willie a real
hard-on as he watched them flow in and out of the material, the ruddy
nipples poking out every time she moved.

Willie commented, "Yeah, I guess it's okay."

"Okay? Is that all you can say? Just okay?" The woman sounded indignant.

"Not all. Why don't you get the hell out of that thing so I can fuck you?"

Joleen hadn't tied the strings very tight in case the garment had the
desired effect on Willie. She was out of the nglige in a flash and
standing naked in front of the man.

Willie skinned out of his clothes in record time. He went to Joleen and
grabbed her in his arms. He pulled her body to his, crushing her tts
against his broad chest. Their mouths met and tongues flashed in and out in
a mock fucking. That was only the preliminary for what was to come.

Willie reached between Joleen's thighs and felt the wetness surrounding
her cunt. The entire area was bathed with her cunt juice. She was as hot as
he was hard!

They slowly collapsed to the soft, fleecy rug in the middle of the living
room floor. They had fucked many times on this rug and it was great. The
sensuous feel of the fur under their fucking bodies was as much of a turn
on as the feel of a hard cock ramming into a hot and willing cunt.

Joleen reveled in the weight of Willie's body on hers. He pressed her tits
almost flat against her chest. Whenever he moved, it dragged the flesh
around in tiny circles. Each and every movement made Joleen feel as if her
tits would be ripped from her body. As Willie rocked up and down, Joleen's
nipples became harder and harder with her growing lust for him.

The man felt her arousal immediately. He reached one hand to a tit and
squeezed the already compressed flesh. Joleen would have shrieked out her
pleasure except that Willie's mouth pressing on hers prevented it.

Instead, she thrust her tongue hard against his. She didn't want him to
stop! She needed him! She needed the love he could give her aching, hungry
cunt!

She desperately needed his massive cock reaming out her cunt.

Willie's cock pressed down hard into her belly. Joleen reached down and
took it in her hand. She guided it lower until it brushed against her
cuntlips. The thrill that raced through her body was worth the acting that
had gotten Willie's cock so hard for her.

She moved the glans of his iron-hard cock up and down along her cuntlips.
It tickled and sent jolts of electricity racing through her body. Joleen
finally tired of the teasing action and aimed Willie's prick straight into
her cunt.

Willie said, "Tired of playing with me?"

"Never, lover, never! I just want you in me!" With those words, Joleen
squirmed down and thrust Willie's cock up her cunt. She felt the sudden
pleasure surge inside her body. Her pussy felt stretched by the massive
girth and length of his dick. She loved the sensation of the man's cock
inside her. She could stay this way all day long.

But Willie needed something more. He lifted himself on his hands and
pulled his hips back until only the purple head of his cock was buried by
Joleen's cunt.

With a mighty shove, he soared through Joleen's cunt and smashed his groin
into hers. He was buried balls deep and the hairy sac containing his nuts
nestled wetly against her ass. He pulled out and repeated the mighty
thrust.

The rhythm was slow at first. Both of them enjoyed it. As his passion
built, Willie's hips moved faster. Soon, he was cramming his prick into the
woman's hungry cunt as fast and as hard as he possibly could.

Both of them hunched together. Joleen thrust her hips up to meet Willie's
strokes. Together, they raced up the slopes of orgasm. In a few short
minutes, Joleen climaxed.

The feel of Willie's prick racing back and forth in her cunt was too much
for her. His heavy breathing and gentle nibbling at her ear, the weight of
his body crushing her tits, but most of all, the friction of his cock
reaming out her cunt set her off.

Willie's climax wasn't far behind. It had been almost twenty-four hours
since he had properly fucked Joleen. Such were the drawbacks of plane
travel and having to make connections at airports. There just wasn't the
opportunity tofuck as much as they would have liked.

Willie shot his cum into Joleen's eagerly waiting cunt. His jism spurted
with the force of a fire hose. They humped up and down and bucked around on
the sensuously soft rug until their passions were completely spent.

Then they lay together in each other's arms for a while catching their
breath.

"Still want to keep me, Willie?"

The man seemed to be thinking, his brows furrowed. "I suppose so. You're 
still the hottest, tightest cunt I've found. I suppose I'll keep you for a
while longer. Until it gets saggy and makes me feel like I'm fucking a
sewer pipe."

"Yech! What a thing to say! But I'm doing all sorts of things to keep my
pussy in shape. I'm even starting..."

Joleen was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Damnation, who could that be?" Willie said.

He stood up and went to the door. He peered through the peephole, then
said, "It's okay. It's only Larry and that red-haired cunt of his."

Willie opened the door and said, "Come on in, you two."

Larry took a quick look from Willie's cumsoaked cock to his mother. She
was still lying on the rug with her legs spread apart. Larry couldn't take
his eyes off the hairy cunt so wantonly presented to him. His mother had
really changed after Harold had been removed from her life.

"Howdy. We were wandering if you two had come... back yet." Larry wanted
to fuc his mother on the spot she was so damned seductive, but he
restrained his urge.

Willie seemed to have similar intentions for Katherine. He told her, "You
remember that ruby ring you wanted, Kate? Come on back to the bedroom, and
I'll show you a collection I picked up in Memphis. And start getting those
duds off!"

Katherine smiled wickedly and slapped Larry's crotch. "See you in a while,
Tiger!" With that, she and the naked Willie left for the bedroom.

Joleen said, "Are you just going to stand there with your mouth hanging
open or are you going to do something about that hard-on?"

Larry began unbuttoning his shirt. "I suppose I could shove my cock into
some available hole to cool it off."

"Not around this chick, you don't! You stuff that hunk of manmeat into me,
and I'll bum it off for you! My cunt's hotter than any blast furnace, and
if you don't believe me, shove your prick up it and see!"

Larry dropped his pants and fell to his knees, kneeling between his
mother's spread legs. His cock throbbed with the desire to be inside her
hot cunt.

"Okay, lady, let's just find out how hot and tight you really are!"

Larry's prick slammed all the way up his mother's cunt. She grunted, then
moaned with pleasure as he filled her twat completely. This was the life!
This was what she'd been missing all those years with Harold!

Joleen would never again be starved for cock. Not with Willie around.
Willie and her very own son!


THE END
