Turned On Mother
by Jerry Milner


FOREWORD 

Great ambition can be a mixed blessing. It is the driving force that can 
bring to those who possess it the fulfillment of lifelong dreams of money, 
power, and personal satisfaction. But it can also result in a full host of 
negative consequences, as some of those with great ambition lie, steal, 
cheat, or hurt their friends and loved ones in their driven pursuit of 
success. 

Marcy Cooper, a beautiful divorcee, is driven by her ambitions to those 
darker consequences. The mother of a teenage girl, she wants her daughter to 
succeed as an Olympic swimmer and television star. In her relentless desire 
for money and success, Marcy resorts to sexual debauchery. Following her 
mother's depraved example, her daughter finds herself on a similarly 
perverted path. Soon, both of them are caught in a whirlpool of ambition 
driven lust. 

TURNED ON MOTHER- is a reflection on our restless society, and on those 
within it who still believe in great success, no matter what the 
consequences. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Marcy Cooper lay back on the pillows massaging her tits and Walter Van 
Blancen's head while he nuzzled and kissed her cunt. The black string bikini 
she had on made both those activities conveniently possible. The crotchband 
that covered her red haired cunt was only an inch or so wide, and stretchy 
enough for Walter to hold to one side while he ran his stiffened tongue up 
and down Marcy's nicely wet slit and smacked warm little kisses all over the 
sex puffed lips of her cunt. The top of her Brazilian made bathing suit was 
equally brief and stretchy, allowing room for her hand in addition to her 
big, stiff nippled tits. Purring with contentment, she kept shifting her 
very trim legs on her bed, and each time she moved them, faithful Walter was 
right there with his tongue and his lips to take full advantage of what was 
exposed to him. Just outside her bedroom window, Marcy's daughter Cathy was 
hard at work with Marcy's nephew, Johnny, and all was right with the world 
or soon would be. 

Marcy lifted one well tanned leg up high in the air, and Walter's tongue 
slashed down past her fuck hole and on to that wonderfully sensitive stretch 
of her woman flesh between her cunt and her asshole. He loved to kiss and 
lick her there. He loved to kiss and lick her anywhere. He often described 
himself as a forty five year old crotch cannibal, and he therefore made a 
good part time companion for Marcy, for she had a thirty four year old 
crotch that loved to be sucked on and kissed. Still dressed in his business 
suit and tie, he was doing a pretty good job of feasting on Marcy's cunt 
now, at least for a start. Outside, the kids were splashing and laughing, 
and although Marcy didn't like the sound of that laughter, she ignored it 
for now and proceeded to roll over in bed. 

Face flushed and hair tousled, Walter drew back on his knees to watch every 
move Marcy made. His hard cock tented out the front of his pants, and his 
breathing was coming fast through his cunt wetted lips, for Marcy was 
something to look at under any circumstances, and especially these. Her 
flame colored hair was of shoulder length, and her features were piquantly 
pretty. Her coppery skin gleamed with lotion, and was firm and wrinkle free. 
Her lovely big tits lolled heavily in their tiny knitted triangles of black 
cloth. Walter reached down and rubbed at his burning hot cock as the best 
part of Marcy Cooper came into view. 

She had an ass that just wouldn't quit, and she knew it and proudly flaunted 
it. All that covered it now was the single black string that went round her 
smoothly jutting hips, and the second black string that disappeared down 
through the crack between her ass cheeks. Those ass cheeks were perfect in 
every respect, resiliently firm, and yet pliably soft enough to jiggle and 
quiver delightfully as she repositioned herself on the bed with artfully 
practiced moves. 

"My God, you've a beautiful ass!" Walter murmured, as Marcy leisurely drew 
her knees up under her and squirmed her fine, plump buttocks from side to 
side. 

"And you'd better have plenty of beautiful kisses for it, baby doll, " Marcy 
replied, for she'd quickly learned about Walter's main weakness. She kept 
squirming and shifting her hips, and reaching back to run her hands up the 
backs of her thighs and the very warm globes of her buttocks. She smiled 
against her pillow when she felt Walter's warm breath join her hands in 
caressing her nicely presented ass. 

"Marcy, can I kiss your ass now? Pretty please?" 

"Don't be so impatient, " Marcy replied, and went on with her teasing, 
though she was the one with impatience seething all up and down through her 
crotch. 

"Pretty please!" he repeated. "The taste of your cunt, just the smell of it 
has me half out of my mind! The kids can't see. They're busy. Marcy, please 
let me kiss your beautiful, gorgeous ass!" 

She clucked and sighed in mock exasperation with him, hooked her fingers in 
the string between her buttocks, and drew it aside. "Okay, come and kiss 
Marcy's nasty old ass, but do it right. Nice and deep, " she said, and 
thrilled to the very warm chills that ran up and down her spine as Walter's 
hands reverently closed on her hips and he started nuzzling and licking his 
way through the groove of her ass. 

"Most beautiful ass in the world, " Walter muttered, hotly panting his way 
up and down through that groove, kissing and fondling the quivering globes 
of her buttocks, tasting her salty sweet femininity. 

From outside Marcy could hear only giggling, and she didn't like that a bit, 
but she liked the way Walter paid homage to her ass. He worshipped her body 
in every way, but she took her keenest pleasure in the way this important, 
successful man so eagerly got down on his knees and kissed her ass. 

"Do it good, " Marcy murmured, and Walter gladly complied, crouching lower 
and sending his panting, hot breath and the tip of his tongue in search of 
another good taste of the musky juices welling up in her cunt. He inhaled 
very deeply, breathing in the warm, humid fragrance of the fetid, exotic 
swamp that was nestled in the soft red hair between Marcy's legs. Then he 
tickled and delved with the tip of his tongue to her asshole, and licked it 
and lapped it while she squirmed very hotly on her bed and said, "Do it 
good, baby. Do me real good today." 

Walter drew back for just a moment and gazed through glazed eyes at Marcy's 
asshole, a tight, puckered ring of deep tan that was throbbing with life. 
Extending his tongue, he touched that tan ring with it, then wriggled and 
burrowed it on inside and felt her hot vibrations tingling through his 
clasping, caressing hands. 

"Oh, yeah! That's what I like! Tongue fuck my asshole, you dirty old man! Do 
it good, baby doll. Do it deep." Not all of Marcy's hot urging and writhing 
were genuine. Though she adored the sensations that went along with the 
humbling of Walter, what she really preferred was a good hard cock plunging 
up in her cunt. Because of Marcy's keen interest in her daughter's career, 
that kind of sex had been deprived her for quite some time. But she was 
smiling most contentedly as she made the most of Walter's very adequate kind 
of sex. 

"If you're going to tongue fuck me there, then do it!" she ordered. "In and 
out. In and out. Yessss, that's the way!" 

She squirmed and mashed her tits against the bedspread, and she squirmed her 
ass in Walter's hands as the long, tapered wedge of his tongue slipped in 
and out through the ring of her asshole. If she so commanded it, he'd tongue 
fuck her asshole all day, forgetting about his business and hers while he 
did it. Someday Marcy would have him do that very thing, someday soon when 
the money from her Cathy's career started rolling in. But not today. 

"Your tongue isn't big enough!" Marcy moaned, truly itching for something 
with much more substance back there, namely Walter's cock. "Butt fuck me, 
Walter! Take out your cock and shove that big beauty right up my ass!" 

Walter's cock wasn't all that big, but it was just the right size for 
Marcy's well prepared asshole. And he kept her sweet asshole well prepared 
with a finger that screwed and wormed in and out through the soft, tight 
ring while he fumbled about with the fly of his trousers. Now his cock 
sprung out, hot and hard and straining, and Walter quickly bent and lapped 
and licked his flattened tongue over Marcy's warmly throbbing asshole once 
more, just to be sure he'd be as well prepared as she was. 

"God damn it, come fuck me, you ass kissing fool!" Marcy said, hotly 
wriggling her ass in his face. 

"Yes, yes! I'm sorry, sweet Marcy, but sometimes I just can't stop kissing 
your beautiful ass." 

Once again Walter Van Blancen was half out of his head with wanting this 
beautiful, wickedly sexy woman's fiendishly gorgeous ass. He came forward on 
his knees, stiff cock in hand, homing in on his kiss slickened target. He 
felt it clear up in his shoulders when the rubbery knob of his cock kissed 
Marcy's squirming asshole. "Butt fuck me! Shove it in! Ream out my asshole!" 
she kept saying, while he was too breathless and panting to utter a word. 

But he groaned as he shoved his cock in through that hole, for that first 
insertion was exquisite, and now he held onto her sweeping wide hips very 
firmly as he sawed his cock in and out of her butt. 

"Oh, shit! Oh, screw me good, you dirty bastard! Don't hold back a goddamned 
thing, you corn holing sonofabitch!" Marcy chanted, knowing each word drove 
him on into more of a frenzy, a frenzy whose benefits would be hers as well 
as his. 

The friction of butt fucking was good, nice and tight, as cunt fucking had 
been years ago when she was a virgin. Marcy's asshole was now attuned to 
that kind of fucking, and could feel every ridge and ropy vein of the cock 
that had gone up her asshole so often of late. It was almost as good as 
getting fucked in the cunt, just as getting tongue fucked back there was 
almost as good as having her clitoris sucked on. So Marcy's moans and groans 
were quite real as the hot, sliding friction increased in her asshole, as 
Walter's good hands pulled and pushed at her gyrating hips. 

Walter's voice was plaintive now as he spoke, saying, "Marcy, I've got to 
rest for a minute. Marcy, I've gotta stop and rest or my nuts will explode!" 

"Keep fucking me, you sonofabitch! Keep that big cock of yours jamming and 
shoving in and out my asshole, you bastard, and don't hold a fucking thing 
back!" 

"Marcy, I'm gonna cream a quart! I am! I'm going to shoot a gallon of jism 
right up inside your beautiful, gorgeous, marvelous, sexy ass!" 

Marcy wanted to tell him to quiet down, lest the kids outside in the pool 
hear him. She also wanted to feel that hot jism gushing up through his cock 
and into her guts. So she twisted and turned her hot hips in every 
direction, and she snarled at him, saying, "Cum, you dirty butt fucker! I 
want to have all your hot cum in my ass!" 

"Rrrgggh! Oh, my God! Ohhhgh! All of it! Marrrcy, I love you! Gaaaagh! God, 
how I love your beautiful, beautiful ass!" 

Walter was gasping and groaning and thrusting and cumming quite heavily. 
Marcy was stifling her orgasmic moans in her pillow and milking the cum out 
of him with quick, tilting snaps of her hips. She could most clearly feel 
the hard, throbbing pulsing of his pistoning cock each time that part of him 
shot out another hot spurt of his jism. She could feel that hot jism spread 
out through her guts to her tits and her cunt and her brain. She wallowed in 
bed, wallowed in sensory feeling, milking and milking the cock in her ass 
even after its spurting had dwindled to oozing and its owner was sighing and 
relaxing his hold on her hips. Her peak had passed, too, and as usual, it 
wasn't quite enough. But it would do for now, and she'd make up for lost 
time with a truckload of horny young beachboys once Walter Van Blancen had 
helped her launch Cathy's career. Marcy tried to keep career and money 
thoughts out of her head while she rang the last drop of Walter's jism from 
his outward slipping cock, but by the time she rolled over in bed and 
grinned up at him, those thoughts were with her again. 

Walter remained on his knees, gazing adoringly at her, his wet cock drooping 
down out of his opened fly. Marcy hugged herself luxuriously and said, "You 
make me feel so good." He did make her feel good in a sexual way, but not 
nearly so good as her departed husband had made her feel. Kermit had been a 
tall, well muscled athlete who pushed his big cock in Marcy's hot cunt at 
least three times each day, spoiling her rotten for any other man. 

Walter tore his gaze from Marcy's bewitchingly lovely face and looked down 
at her crotch. Her cunt lips were still so puffed up with their passion that 
they held the crotch band of her bikini bottoms aside, showing plump pink 
pillows of her twat, so beautifully fringed with her fiery red hair. He 
licked his lips and said, "Is there anything else at all I can do for you, 
Marcy?" 

She wanted to get outside and investigate the ominous quiet there, but she 
also wanted to keep Walter's interest in her alive and well. So she extended 
a dainty hand and said, "Yes, you can help me into the bathroom." 

His face lit up in a grin. He helped her up from her bed and followed along 
behind her gloriously squirming buttocks, and there in the bathroom, before 
her toilet, he faced her and said, "Marcy, marry me now. I'm begging you!" 

She shook a finger before his face. "Not till we make our first hundred 
thousand from Cathy's career in T.V." 

"But she might not even make the Olympic team in either diving or swimming. 
You know, she's getting up in years." 

"Sixteen isn't too old for a swimmer, " said Marcy, though her only daughter 
was really two years older than that. "She'll make the team, maybe win a few 
medals, and then when your ad agency gets her some good TV commercial work, 
we'll get married and you can butt fuck me every day and night." 

"Marcy, marry me now! Please!" 

She stuck up her nose and pointed a finger downward, and said, "I'll marry 
you when I'm good and ready if at all. Right now, get down there and clean 
up the mess you made." 

Walter fell to his knees in an instant, tore tissue from the roll and 
started wiping at Marcy's crotch. She enjoyed this part of it, too, not just 
his submissive attentions, but her artful teasing as well. 

She opened her legs while he delicately blotted her moisture from her 
cuntlips. She turned about and bent over and leaned her hands on the 
commode, and smiled at the way he blotted tissue all up and down the crack 
of her ass, and then hotly kissed her there. 

"Don't start something now, " she said with mock impatience, and turned 
around again. She held the little triangle of black aside from her 
throbbing, pulsing, itching cunt and said, "You're terrible. Now that you've 
got me all satisfied and happy down there, you want to kiss me all over my 
ass and butt fuck me again. Is that fair? Now just be a sweet dear and blot 
Marcy's pretty little pussy again, and then kiss me goodbye and go." 

The juice was still oozing fast from her cunt. 

There was no way he could keep up with it with just one roll of tissue. She 
thought she'd scream with her frustration as he dabbed about with the tissue 
and then covered her cuntlips with kisses, but through it all she kept 
smiling sweetly, as if she'd just gotten one of those super fucks she'd had 
with Kermit, her prematurely departed Marcy was still hotter than hell, but 
her actions in the aftermath of her sex with Walter still didn't have him in 
the condition he would have to be in before she had him leave. 

"Be a dear and reach me my douchebag, Walter, " Marcy said. 

Walter stopped dabbing at Marcy's cunt and took a deep breath. He tucked her 
steadily throbbing cunt back inside her tiny bikini bottom, sealed it with a 
kiss, and rose to his feet with his cock slowly stiffening. He was almost 
panting as he got the pink rubber bag from its shelf. 

"Can I... do it for you today?" 

"We'll see, but I don't think I have the time. Fill it up. Nice and warm, 
and with plenty of salts. I feel like having a douche and an enema both 
today for some reason." 

Walter looked at her imploringly, and his hand strayed down to his cock as 
he took a step to the basin to prepare the rubber bag for Marcy's internal 
ablutions. She stayed there before the toilet, smiling and languidly 
stretching and yawning, and idly scratching her full, thrusting tits. They 
needed far more attention than merely her hands, as did her cunt, but this 
was all part of the game she played with Walter. Her game was working, at 
least in part, for his cock was almost fully erect when he hung the bulging 
bag on its hook just behind the toilet and held the long white plastic 
syringe up between him and Marcy. 

"Let me do it for you, Marcy? I won't take long at it this time. I promise." 

Marcy pursed her richly red lips and brushed her restless body up against 
him. She nipped along his jawline with her teeth and she took his cock in 
her fingers to rub its fully swollen knob against her warm, well oiled 
belly. She made a sound like an alley cat in heat quite easy for her to 
accom-plish and watched his grin fade away as she took the syringe from his 
hand. 

"Darling, if you give me my enema I won't get another thing done today. It's 
one thing when I fill myself up to the bursting point with warm, slippery 
water, and quite another thing when you lay me down across your lap and play 
all around with my fanny before you slip the syringe up inside me. Ooo. If I 
go on like this, I'll change my mind and let you do it after all." 

"Marcy, please!" 

She shook her head. "You know very well what would happen. You'd get me all 
full and then you'd beg and plead so that I'd have to give you an enema, 
too. I'd have to wait, all cramped up, while you took off all your clothes 
and laid down across my lap and ..." 

"Marcy! Would it help if I got down on my knees?" 

"You've been there before. Now it's time for you to go and for me to quickly 
douche and take my enema and go to work. Go! Move! Skedaddle!" 

Marcy finally got Walter out her front door. He left with a hard-on, as 
planned, for she was an earnest believer that the best insurance for getting 
a man to come back was to see that he left with a hard-on. And she needed 
Walter, at least for now. And it wasn't right for him to leave satisfied 
when she was so raging hot. 

In her bedroom she had several dildos, each of which was only a poor 
substitute for Kettnit's cock. Her very wet cuntlips were squirming together 
as much as her buttocks were as she hurried toward the dresser drawer where 
she kept the precious thing. She changed the course on the way to look out 
through the kitchen window to make sure that Cathy and Johnny were still 
hard at work in the swimming pool. Her sixteen year old nephew was supposed 
to be pacing Cathy as she swam laps in the pool. But now, to Marcy's great 
consternation, she saw that the cousins were out of the pool and on its 
apron, and that little Johnny was between the long legs of her virgin 
daughter and fucking her most energetically. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Marcy's trainer's whistle was on the kitchen sink. She snatched it up as she 
rushed out of the house, too angry to utter a sound. She was greatly 
relieved but her anger was unabated when she saw the kids still had their 
swim suits on. Johnny was humping hard and fast between Cathy's legs and 
Cathy was giggling and squealing when Marcy arrived and laid into them with 
the long leather thong on the whistle. 

She made the thong whistle and sing as she slashed at them indiscriminately. 
She cut stripes into both pairs of legs and across Johnny's back, making him 
yip and yell and bringing much louder squeals from Cathy. Marcy felt 
relieved when Johnny jumped to his feet, for the bulge of his little cock 
was still inside his trunks. One of her tits flopped out of her top as she 
slashed at his dodging thighs, and she quickly righted herself and turned 
her fury on Cathy. 

Marcy grabbed a handful of Cathy's close cropped brown hair and yanked her 
upward, beating her all the way. Her tall, slender daughter was weeping and 
squealing all the way, and then she was doing a mad dance as her mother laid 
thin red stripes across her thighs and back and shielding hands. Cathy was 
wide eyed with hysterical terror by then. Marcy got another good handful of 
her hair and spat angry words up at her daughter's tear streaked face. 

"You're supposed to be training, not fucking! This is the thanks I get for 
trying to make you rich and famous?!?" Marcy held her and slashed her and 
cut her wherever she could with the leather thong, on bare skin and on her 
sleek tank suit, too. Then she shoved her away, saying, "Get your no good 
ass on your bike and get over to Helga's! And tell her to give you an extra 
good workout today! And if I ever catch you and your cousin fucking again. 
I'll use a bullwhip on both of you!" 

"Mother, we were only wrestling!" Cathy said through her sobs. 

In answer Marcy cut her shoulders and chest with the thong, then striped 
Cathy's back with it as she turned, squealing shrilly, and ran away. Again 
Marcy had to tuck one tit in her top as she watched the flight of her 
daughter, five foot eight inches of woman child who was clearly developing 
with tragic rapidity. Cathy's hips weren't quite straight up and down any 
more, and her long legs were very definitely contoured like those of a 
woman. Her waist was narrowing inside the swim suits she wore for her 
Olympics practice, and those suits no longer flattened her growing tits as 
they should have. It might be too late for Cathy's swiftly maturing body to 
gain a place on teams that were dominated by mid-teenagers. Marcy would soon 
have to closely examine the girl in the nude, and take whatever drastic 
steps were necessary to halt her further maturing until after the trials 
were over. She knew one thing for sure. Dry fucking with her cousin wouldn't 
help Cathy's body stay young and straight and girlish. Marcy turned to her 
nephew Johnny with an icy rage in her heart. 

He was trying not to grin as he said, "Honest, we were only wrestling 
around." 

Marcy cut his legs and back with the thong, and he giggled and dodged and 
defended himself. She knew very well he took far worse beating than this 
from his father, Marcy's brother, who ran a large sheep ranch outside of 
town. Her leather thong was nothing at all compared to her brother Barlow's 
big, rough hand, but Marcy was determined to punish her nephew severely, and 
to find out the extent of his dalliance with her daughter. She reached out 
and grabbed him hard by the ear. He was howling, but still he was giggling 
as she dragged him into her house. 

She stopped in the kitchen to slash at his legs again, shouting, "Ingrate! 
I'll teach you to try to fuck Cathy!" 

Still giggling, he said, "We were just wrestling!" 

"We'll see about that!" said Marcy, and marched him on into her bathroom. 
There she pointed down at his trunks and said, "Take those off. Now!" 

Johnny's grin faded away. "Right in front of you?" 

In answer she threw down her thonged whistle and yanked and jerked Johnny's 
swimming trunks down off his body. Their pouch was filled with his pearly 
white jism, but Johnny just shrugged when she held the soiled garment up for 
him to see. 

Marcy flung Johnny's trunks in the corner and snapped, "I ought to send you 
right straight back to Barlow's ranch where you'd work in the sheep shit 
instead of in my swimming pool! I take you away from there, I give you your 
room for doing nothing but helping me train Cathy, and this is the thanks I 
get! I'm so mad I could strangle you! I'm going to whip you within an inch 
of your life and then I still might send you home to that filthy ranch! Lay 
down across my lap!" 

Marcy sat down on the toilet and picked up her leather thonged whistle. 
Naked, with his wet white cock dangling down, her nephew leered at her for a 
moment before leisurely settling himself across Marcy's lap. Once again the 
leather thong whistled and sang, and now it was naked buttocks being striped 
with bright red welts. Johnny laid there and took it without a whimper, 
further infuriating Marcy. She cast about her in desperation to find some 
way to punish him and, seeing the bulging pink rubber bag overhead, grabbed 
its syringe, widely parted his buttocks, and shoved the thing up his ass. 

He arched and squirmed and said, "Hey! What're you doing?" 

Marcy grimly smiled and pressed open the chromium clamp. 

"Ohhhh! Nooo! Whatever it is, cut it out!" Johnny moaned, flailing weakly 
about on her lap. 

Marcy's shoulder strap had broken during the violence of her beating. She 
ignored that and continued to hold him down and fill him up with the soapy 
solution. She could feel his belly distending, and she grinned at his 
growing discomfort. His struggles grew feebler, his moans more plaintive, 
and Marcy reached back behind her and pushed on the deflating bag to further 
add to his misery. He was softly sobbing when the bag was empty. He groaned 
very sharply when Marcy whipped out the syringe and pinched his buttocks 
closed. 

"Now get up off my lap and hold it in!" 

He did so with greatest difficulty, showing not a bit of the pep and energy 
with which he normally moved. Marcy sat calmly watching his acute distress 
until he slowly straightened up, facing her as she sat on the toilet, and 
only then did she see he had gotten a hard-on. 

The grin froze on Marcy's face, for the size of his cock was terrific. 
Johnny's sixteen year old erection was bigger than those of most grown men, 
and just the sight of it was more than enough to remind her of how horny and 
hot she'd been just minutes before. Johnny's thick white cock stuck out from 
his thinly haired loins in a beautiful way. It tightened the skin of his 
scrotum so that his manly balls were clearly outlined, and it loosened the 
flesh of Marcy's cunt and stirred its juices flowing again. The sight of his 
beautiful cock also loosened Marcy's hold on her anger, and her voice came 
out warm and soft as she spoke to him. 

"That was a terrible thing you did to poor Cathy, Johnny. It could ruin all 
my plans if she starts taking up with boys now." 

Each word was a gasp as he held his ass cheeks pinched together, and said, 
"I'm sorry! Never again! Uhhhohh, lemme get this stuff outta me!" 

Marcy beckoned him forward, and he came at her waddling, with his belly 
bulged out and with his wonderfully big cock looming large before Marcy's 
avidly interested eyes. She squirmed her buttocks on the toilet seat and 
felt close to happily swooning as she very gently took his hard, hot cock in 
her hand and said, "Have you fucked a lot of girls already, Johnny?" 

"None!" he gasped. "Aunt Marcy, I'm gonna bust!" 

She pushed his tight foreskin back, exposing the perfectly shaped, roseate 
knob of his cock, and now her mouth was watering almost as much as her cunt 
as she said, "You're a virgin? You don't know anything about women?" 

"Never ... screwed a woman in my life!" he blurted. 

Marcy gently and lovingly massaged his cock. She couldn't stop her hand from 
doing it. She reached down and fondled his very warm balls, shook her head 
to regain her senses, and softly said, "I bet you think about women and jack 
off all the time." 

"All the time! I can't help it!" 

"And I can't really blame you for dry fucking Cathy, " said Marcy, squeezing 
his hard, sturdy cock and thrilling anew at the new way in which he squirmed 
and gasped. "I'd like to keep you on to help Cathy train for the Olympics, 
Johnny, but I can't do it if you're going to be running around with a 
hard-on like this all the time." 

"Please don't fire me, Aunt Marcy! And please, please let me get this stuff 
out of me!" 

His jism was drying on his cock, but it was still fresh and sweet in Marcy's 
flaring nostrils as she fondled his naked cock very warmly, saying, "You'll 
need some help if you're going to stay here with me and Cathy. You need help 
from an older woman, one who knows about boys your age. If I were to let you 
stay, you'd have to come to me for that help whenever you need it, and you'd 
have to promise to take any help I offer you, without question." 

"I promise! Yes! Anything you say! Oh, Aunt Marcyyyy!" he wailed, cramped 
belly bulging out and causing great pain, Marcy's hand warmly fondling his 
cock and balls and producing sensations beyond description. 

"The first order you'll get from me in the new scheme of thing is to sit 
down here and let that water out, " she said, rising on wonderfully weakened 
knees and making a place for him. 

He sat down and let it rush out. She stood before him, anxiously watching 
for any signs of his cock deflating. Johnny's cock remained stiff as could 
be. It poked up at her from out of his naked lap, and as the last of his 
water was expelled, Johnny's gaze roved up over her body, and he was 
grinning at everything he saw. 

Marcy leaned past him to flush the toilet, and his grinning gaze was right 
there on her naked tit as it moved past his face. His warm breath on her tit 
made its nipple rise stiff as his cock, and lovely orgasmic feeling flowed 
through Marcy now. When she leaned back, his gaze was still on her tit, and 
now his hand was moving on his cock. 

"You're never to touch that as long as you're working for me, " Marcy said, 
and sat down on his knee before her legs collapsed under her. Taking his 
hand from his cock, she guided it up to her naked tit, and raunchy good 
feeling were flowing everywhere in her now. "From now on, when your hands 
get restless you'll have your Aunt Marcy's tits to play with. Do you like to 
play with my tits, Johnny?" 

She kissed him before he could answer, though his hotly squeezing hand was 
speaking very well. Marcy's entire body was crying out to devour him, right 
there on the spot, and these feeling poured forth from her mouth as she 
kissed the boy voraciously, sucking on his tongue, stabbing him deeply with 
hers, mouthing all over his lips and hugging him hard about the neck. Marcy 
was cumming. The pleasures she'd just known with Walter were little tickles 
compared to what she now felt. Each squeeze of his hands on her tits, each 
stab of her tongue in his mouth made the orgasm soar, and then it blasted 
right off into space when she lifted one leg over his and straddled his 
thigh. 

Up from her guts came a groan, and she tightened her hold on his neck and 
his thigh. She was panting hard through her nostrils and kissing him wildly, 
while down below, her softly muscular thighs were locked tight around his 
hard little leg and her gushing cunt was grinding and shuddering hard 
against it. She held onto the wonderful feeling for as long as she could 
without breaking his neck, then did her best to compose herself as she ended 
the kiss and leaned back. 

Johnny was panting and open mouthed, stunned by the kiss, but not so stunned 
that he let go of Marcy's big, soft tits, one of which was completely naked, 
its nipple burning hot against his palm. His cock felt twice as big and hard 
as it normally did when he had a hard-on, and so terrifically sensitive that 
he jumped when his aunt closed her warm hand around it again. 

"That's how to kiss a girl, " Marcy said with a bright, warm smile, 
squirming and squashing and rubbing her cunt on his leg. Her cunt, her 
entire crotch was on fire, and she clung to this boy whom she knew could put 
out that fire and start a new one whenever she wanted. "Do you think you can 
kiss me like that now? Right here, Johnny? Right on the end of my lovely big 
tit?" 

Johnny was a boy who didn't need to be asked twice about something like 
that. Having gazed at his aunt's tits with hopeless yearning for as long as 
he could remember, now he quickly bobbed down his head and sucked in the 
nipple of the naked one as she thrust it up at him. He sucked on it heavily, 
squeezing its very warm softness in both of his hands, licking its nipple, 
all but slobbering over the wildly sexy thing in his mouth. And his wildly 
sexy aunt kept warmly fondling his naked cock and the back of his neck, 
giving him all the bare tit any boy could want, and promising more, much 
more. 

"Mmmmmmm, you seem to learn thing quickly, " Marcy said, still squirming her 
very hot crotch on his leg, all aglow with the new orgasm rising in her. 
"But you've got a lot to learn. Suck on that tit, Johnny. Oooo, feels so 
good, and tastes so nice and sexy. You know, you've a very nice mouth. I'm 
going to teach you how to get all your girlfriends hot, Johnny. I'm going to 
teach you every place they like to feel a man's mouth on their beautiful 
bodies. Oh! It feels better all the time! But a woman's got two tits, 
Johnny, and my other tit's just dying to meet your mouth. Take down my top 
and kiss it, Johnny. You've got to learn how to undress a girl, t... Oh, my 
God!" Marcy exclaimed, as his hands exposed and his hungry young mouth 
quickly sucked on her other tit, and her carefully paced orgasm got out of 
control. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it! OH, SHIT! OH, YOU ANGEL, I'M GOING TO MAKE A MAN 
OUT OF YOU! OHH HH, BABY, BABY, BABY!" she exclaimed, when she could no 
longer handle the high rising feeling and had to taste his hot mouth again 
with hers. 

Both aunt and nephew were panting and gasping and clutching and groping when 
the fierce kiss ended. 

"Help me off with this damned bathing suit and then fuck me!" Marcy 
commanded. "I've gotta be naked, naked, naked this first time with you!" 

Together they ripped off her bikini top and grabbed for the bottom. The 
fifty dollar bikini was quickly reduced to a pile of string on the floor. 
Johnny barely had time to look at the red haired cunt of his beautiful aunt 
before her lust weakened legs gave way and she dragged him down onto the 
floor. 

"Stick it in me! Shove it in me! Give me your big, hard cock! OW! YES! 
MORE!" Marcy cried, all pretense of teacher and student relationship 
departed as the wonderful boy shoved his wonderful cock in her cunt. 

"OH! DON'T STOP! NO, DON'T EVER STOP!" Marcy shouted, though he showed no 
intentions of that, humping and pumping with dazzling speed. He knew no 
refinements in fucking and had no time to learn them just then. It was 
straight, hard fucking, exactly what Marcy needed. 

"FUCK ME! SCREW ME! RIP ME, I DON'T CARE! GRAB ME AND MAUL ME AND RIP OFF MY 
TITS, BUT DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!" 

Johnny did as he was told. There was no way in the world he could stop 
fucking her. His cock had found a world of its own, and that world existed 
between the widely parted, kicking, flailing legs of his beautiful aunt. He 
fucked her insanely, using muscles he'd never known of before, and with each 
pistoning stroke of his cock through the soft, slick, hot cunt of his aunt, 
his cock itched and burned more madly. 

Heeding her words, Johnny grabbed a double handful of tit, and though her 
fresh screams were quite shocking, he clung to her tits while he fucked her, 
panting and pumping harder than ever. He cried out when her nails raked his 
back, but all it did was make him fuck her harder. Her heels pummeling his 
fast flying buttocks spurred him on even faster, and made him reach down and 
grab hold of his aunt's naked ass. 

"OH H H H H, MY GOD!!!" Marcy screamed, throwing her convulsively clasping 
cunt up to meet each lightning fast thrust of his cock, seeing stars and 
hearing bells. Her cunt was on fire and nothing would ever put it out and 
she didn't care. 

Johnny was cumming like crazy and still he was fucking his aunt! His fiery 
hot cock was steadily gushing jism up from his balls, and yet he couldn't 
slow down a bit with his frenzied fucking. Slamming, driving, thrusting, 
screwing, his hard little loins jammed again and again into the soft, open 
crotch of his aunt, and then with a shock, he realized he hadn't yet cum at 
all, but that he was about to cum now. 

"Oh! OH! OH!" Johnny said, quite frightened with what was about to happen to 
him, but still quite unable to stop. 

His aunt snarled in his ear, "Baby, give it to me!" 

"Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!" Johnny heard himself shout, as buckets of 
jism shot out of his cock, each bucketful ripping out in a long, forceful 
stream. 

It became so intense that he tried to escape it. It went from simple ecstasy 
to pain, and then traveled far beyond that. He could no longer thrust with 
his cock and could only shudder and moan and cling and shove his hips 
forward, until Marcy's heels in his ass and her words in his ear made his 
hips surge again. 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME OR I'LL FIRE YOU! FUCK ME OR YOU'LL NEVER EVEN SMELL MY 
CUNT AGAIN!" 

"UH, UH, UH, OH, AUNT MARCY, IT'S SO GOOD! I LOVE TO FUCK YOU FOREVER AND 
I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! URRRRRRGH!" 

"MORE! JUST A LITTLE MOR R R RE!" Marcy shouted triumphantly, well past the 
point of complete release, and striving for something beyond. 

"That's all I've GOT!" Johnny said, with a savage thrust that surely drove 
the head of his cock through her lungs, and he heard his aunt shriek as he 
fully collapsed. 

They lay there panting, sighing. Johnny wasn't quite sure what had happened 
to him, but he knew it was something astoundingly great. His first fuck had 
been so cataclysmic that logic said it might be his last, and he felt that 
it was great and wonderful might have been worth it. He felt his aunt's 
naked body stir under him. At least she was all right, even if he wasn't. He 
felt her warmly clasping cunt give his cock a convulsive squeeze, and though 
that little squeeze lasted less than a second before it tapered off into 
warm little fluttering, he knew very well he would live to fuck again. 

Marcy had gone quite out of her mind with it, had completely lost control of 
herself at her nephew's initiation, and didn't mind that a bit just then. 
The size of his fine young cock was exceeded only by his energies, and with 
the experience she had behind her, she'd get the full benefit of his cock 
and his energies both. But she had to keep control of him in the future. 
With great reluctance, she restlessly squirmed under his lovely young naked 
body and told him to get up and let her breathe. She had another fine little 
orgasm just from the feeling of his cock slipping out of her cunt. 

Johnny sat on the bathroom floor beside his aunt, gazing down at what had to 
be the wildest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in all the world. Even flat on 
her back, panting and gleaming with a light film of lotion and perspiration, 
she looked twice as good as her beauty queen daughter. Quite amazingly, his 
cock was stirring to life once again, helped along quite a bit by his Aunt 
Marcy's hand. 

Marcy groped dazedly about on the floor, found Johnny's balls, and tickled 
them. She reached up and felt the base of his cock, and though its gradual 
thickening stirred her to seek for some unused energies in her extremely 
well fucked body, she said, "That's enough for today, Johnny. Get up and 
clean the filter on the pool." 

It was a chore Johnny usually argued about performing. This time he yes 
ma'amed her and slowly got to his feet, gazing down at her supine body, 
tanned and perfectly shaped for her age, with tits that were only slightly 
flattened by their own weight, and whose nipples still stuck proudly up, and 
with a perfectly gorgeous cunt whose red hair was all matted down with their 
fucking. Marcy knew what Johnny saw and she cherished the gaze that swept 
over her. With Johnny and his cock around, her frustrations would vanish and 
she could more fully concentrate on Cathy's career and her own future 
fortune. Johnny was still looking back at her as he left the room. Marcy 
knew she should get up and telephone Helga to make sure Cathy got there all 
right, but just then she was too very pleasantly tired to do anything more 
than smile. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Cathy got to within two blocks of Helga's house, she started crying. 
She certainly had every reason to weep. Her mother had accused her of doing 
something bad, when she and her cousin Johnny had only been wrestling. She'd 
been beaten so badly that she could still feel every mark the leather thong 
had made, and each one of those marks now felt like a burning arrow pointing 
straight at her little cunt. To top it all off, her little cunt was itching 
like crazy as it rhythmically rubbed against the hot seat of her bicycle, 
and she couldn't let go of the handlebars to scratch it. Her titties hurt, 
too, from the beating they'd taken. But Cathy's real distress was down 
between her pumping legs, all through her crotch and all over her behind, 
all up and down the insides of her thighs and inside and out of the lips of 
her little cunt. It had been the cruelest thing her mother had ever done to 
her. 

Helga saw her coming. The tall, trim diving instructress was watching for 
her star pupil from out of her front room window. Helga was dressed in a 
long white terrycloth robe and was nervously twisting her long blonde hair 
in her fingers when Cathy pedaled into view. Helga immediately stood up and 
clutched at her very flat belly, as if she could quiet the butterflies 
taking off there. Cathy swiftly pedaled her ten speed to a point where Helga 
could see she was crying, whereupon Helga's knees got all shaky and her hand 
moved up to clutch at her tit before she hurried toward the back door to 
meet Cathy. 

Cathy let her battered bicycle fall on Helga's driveway and rushed sobbing 
toward Helga's open arms. They met and embraced on Helga's back stairs, just 
in front of the pool and its diving boards, and there the older woman tried 
to comfort the weeping girl. 

"Poor baby." Helga hugged her and petted her, deeply inhaled the sweet scent 
of girlish tears and perspiration and perfume. "What is it she's done to you 
now?" Helga could deliver her sympathies almost directly in Cathy's sweet 
ear, since both were almost exactly the same height, and just about the same 
weight, though Cathy's hips and buttocks were the heavier and Helga had 
bigger tits. "We'll practice later. Come inside now and tell your teacher 
all about it." 

"Just look what she did to me!" Cathy said through her sobs, and there on 
the back steps she turned about and spread her legs and lifted the back of 
her hip length wind breaker. 

Helga immediately went down on one knee, as almost anyone would when invited 
to closely inspect the shapely long legs of a girl who'd won several beauty 
contests. There on her slim, nubile thighs the faintest, lines of pink were 
to be seen through her light golden tan, and Helga ran trembling hands over 
those faint lines and up through Cathy's bathing suited crotch as she spoke: 
"Poor angel! She beat you savagely! You are still all hot and inflamed! Come 
inside, right away, and I'll do all I can to make it all better." 

"It wasn't my fault!" Cathy sobbed, twisting and turning and spreading her 
legs wider and lifting her windbreaker higher for more of the touch of those 
soothing, sympathetic hands on her body. 

Helga felt very pleasantly dizzy and unpleasantly frightened as she rose to 
her feet. She glanced about at the tall fence that ran around her back yard 
as she bustled Cathy toward the door that led into what once had been the 
back bedroom. No nasty neighbors or little boys were peeping, but still 
Helga felt very nervous and frightened until she led Cathy on into her 
training room and locked the door behind her. 

It was a nice little training room, complete with massage table and the same 
kind of exercise equipment that Helga had been around since she was ten 
years old. Now she was twenty nine, well past the age of competition, and 
though she had never lived up to her promise as a diver, she still greatly 
enjoyed the training of aspiring athletes like Cathy. 

She had never had a student quite like Cathy. On the surface, Cathy was 
simply the most beautiful girl Helga had ever seen in her life. Underneath 
that, however, Cathy was entirely sweet and innocent, and totally without 
guile or artifice. She reminded Helga so much of herself when she'd been a 
few years younger than Cathy's eighteen that she ached to hold her and hug 
her and touch her even when Cathy wasn't there. 

"Now, now, " Helga said, hovering close, "don't try to tell me just yet. 
First we'll take off your little jacket and put it here, like this. Then 
I'll help you off with your bathing suit, Cathy dear, and then we'll see to 
those terrible welts." 

"They hurt so bad, " Cathy whimpered, peeling down a shoulder strap and 
rubbing at the long thin line of pink that ran down to the upper swells of 
her left tit. 

Helga drew Cathy's hand away, saying, "You mustn't rub them and make them 
all raw. Just hold still, that's a good girl, while I help you off with your 
wet swimsuit." 

It was like peeling down the petals of a rose to find a living, breathing 
jewel inside. Helga's very pleasant dizziness was there in full force, but 
her fears were all gone as she lovingly stripped the girl naked, getting 
down on her knees as she worked the wet satin down over glorious young hips 
and saucy young buttocks and a perfect young cunt that reeked of virgin's 
perfume. Helga had to steady herself aganst the massage table in order to 
stand up, but she was quite strong enough to help Cathy up on the table as 
they exchanged the warmest of smiles. 

Smiles still beamed between them as Helga poured herbal lotion and warmed it 
between her long, slender hands. Cathy sighed and squirmed on the table as 
Helga smoothed the lotion over her shoulders and arms and tits. 

"This will take the fire out of those nasty old welts, " Helga said, and 
went back to the bottle for more, and spread the warm, slippery stuff down 
from Cathy's beautifully developing tits to her very flat belly and onto her 
smooth, lovely hips. 

"I didn't deserve to be whipped at all, " Cathy pouted, and Helga nodded and 
spread more lotion down Cathy's superbly long legs, and then up between them 
and all through her very warm crotch, sweetly covered with silky brown hair. 
Cathy's pout was replaced by a breathless smile by the time Helga slid her 
long middle Finger up through the lips of her very wet cunt. 

"A girl as precious and pretty as you should never be spanked, " Helga said, 
and covered one of Cathy's tits with her hand as she bent down and touched 
her lips to Cathy's sweet mouth. 

Cathy entwined her arms about Helga's neck and said, "Why didn't I have a 
mother like you?" 

Helga chuckled and kissed her, again and again, all over her beautiful face 
till Cathy was giggling and squirming most happily, and Helga said, "I like 
it the way it is with us. Friends have much better times than mothers and 
daughters do. But come now. Turn over and let me put lotion on your pretty 
back." 

Cathy pulled Helga down for another kiss on her warmly smiling lips and 
obediently rolled over on the smooth marble table. She was already feeling 
much better, just as she always did when she was there at Helga's. Diving 
practice was terrible, for Cathy still had a fear of heights, but it looked 
like there wouldn't be any diving work done that day, since they were 
already in the training room. As always, Helga's massaging hands on her body 
felt wonderful. They eased away all the tension as they worked down her 
back, and they eased away the last pains from her buttocks and thighs as 
they spread more lotion there. Down her closely shaven legs they went, 
relaxing the muscles she'd used on her bicycle, and then up they came again, 
and Cathy breathlessly waited and then giggled and squirmed all about as 
Helga playfully slipped one slick finger inside of Cathy's asshole. 

"Whoops! I'm so sorry, " Helga laughed. "Now turn over, my darling little 
diver, and we'll get to work on your pretty little tits." 

Cathy's tits weren't so little. They were a double handful for Helga's 
smoothly working hands. As Helga massaged them and warmly kneaded them, she 
looked down at Cathy's radiantly smiling face and once again said, "We must 
keep these lovely tits of yours pressed down, so they won't grow big and fat 
like mine and ruin your career as a diver." 

Cathy reached up with one hand and brushed her knuckles over Helga's large, 
terrycloth covered tits, and she said with a sigh, "Your tits aren't fat. 
They're just right, and I wish we could just let mine grow big like they 
should." 

"It won't hurt your career if we help these pretty pink nipples to grow, " 
said the smiling blonde, pulling and plucking at those perfect pink points 
while Cathy giggled and squirmed her thighs together and reached inside 
Helga's robe. 

"But I want 'em big all over, just like yours, " Cathy prettily pouted, 
squeezing and fondling Helga's tits and lifting one of them out through the 
slit in her robe. 

Helga had big, bulbous tits, quite out of proportion to the rest of her very 
slim body. Her nipples were a shade paler pink than the delicate cones 
cresting Cathy's much firmer young tits, and both nipples had been just as 
stiff and hard as could be before Cathy had touched them at all. Cathy 
lovingly gazed at the tit that she'd freed and continued to toy with its 
nipple while Helga's hands worked on her nipples and tits. And now Cathy 
lifted her head and touched her pursed lips to Helga's nipple. 

"Naughty girl! You know very well how ticklish I am to your kisses." Helga 
slid one hand down Cathy's silky torso and slipped one finger within the 
wonderfully warm, wet lips of her little cunt, making Cathy giggle and 
squirm and writhe in every direction, as Helga said, "You be careful with 
your kisses or I'll tickle your little cunt with kisses of mine that will 
make you giggle yourself half to death. Be a good girl now. My tits are 
quite big enough and don't need you to pull on them so. Stop that, precious 
imp, and roll over and let me do your back." 

Cathy stuck out her tongue at Helga, waggled it mischievously, and took 
Helga's terry cloth sash in her hand as she rolled over onto her belly. The 
robe fell open, Helga left it that way as she playfully scolded the girl and 
worked her hands down her back toward her glorious asscheeks. 

Helga's breath was coming faster and her tits were jiggling and swinging 
over Cathy's bottom as Helga got her hands all over her there. She squeezed 
and slapped her protuberant asscheeks and the backs of her long, slim 
thighs, and she went between her legs to rub her little cunt. She had Cathy 
squirming and giggling in earnest now, and mashing her tits on the marble as 
she lifted her gyrating hips in the air for all her young body could get of 
Helga's swiftly moving hands. When Helga had Cathy turn over again, the 
girl's eyes were glazed and her lips wore that vapid grin that Helga so 
loved to see. Woman and girl were both breathing quite deeply as Helga began 
slowly massaging her finger up and down through the swollen lips of Cathy's 
cunt. 

"You are very wet today, " Helga said. "Why is that? Hm?" 

"I don't know, " Cathy murmured, shifting and squirming about, and rubbing 
her hips with both hands. "Maybe it's all the giggling I did at the house. 
Maybe it's this humidity. Are you real wet, too?" 

Helga shrugged and looked down at herself. Her blonde thatch of pubic hair 
showed through the open halves of her robe. Much bigger than Cathy's brown 
nest of silk, Helga's cuntal hair fanned upward and outward from the heavily 
swollen lips of her steadily throbbing cunt, reaching halfway up to her 
navel. She lied, saying, "I don't know if I'm wet. And my hands are too busy 
to see." 

Cathy licked her dry lips and got up on one elbow, legs apart, so Helga 
could continue with her lovely massage. She reached through the tufted 
blonde hair and found Helga's cuntlips, slipped two fingers inside them and 
said, "Ooo, you sure are. And your poor little clitty is all swollen up. Do 
you think my clitty will ever, ever be as big as yours? I mean without, you 
know, without your super special massage?" 

"We wait, and we see, and we work on it, " Helga told her, with the slippery 
wet ball of her finger directly on Cathy's little clitoris, and with her own 
big clitoris sending waves of superb excitement through every part of her 
body each time Cathy's fingers came close to it. Helga stood it for as long 
as she could before saying, "Don't you think we should have our special 
massage right now?" 

Cathy was up off the table in an instant, and helping Helga off with her 
robe. Together they sat down on a blue plastic exercise mat, facing each 
other with their legs extended. Grinning, they moved to meet one another, 
spreading their legs and merging them, helping each other along with their 
reaching hands until each pair of slim thighs was clasping the other's body 
and their cunts were touching closely. Helga nestled their cunts closer 
still by pulling at Cathy's legs. Each of them lay half on her side, smiling 
warmly, and each had the long, lovely leg of the other to pull upward on as 
their special massage began. 

Helga and Cathy shoved and squirmed and wriggled their cunts together. They 
pulled on each other's leg as their cuntlips pushed outward and their vulvas 
very warmly and wetly kissed. Cathy was giggling and panting and her high 
set tits were all ajiggle with her efforts. Helga was stifling her gasping, 
and her bigger, softer tits were dancing about on her chest. 

"Come on!" Cathy said, pulling hard at Helga's leg and pushing hard with her 
hot little cunt. "Let's make it a really good one! Don't quit on me yet!" 

"Darling, I'll try to stay with you!" Helga panted back, already breaking 
out in a sweat and moving her cunt just as fast as she could against that 
loveliest girl in the world. "I'll try, but I don't know! Oh! OH, CATHY! OH 
H H H H!" 

Cathy grimly hung on and kept squirming and thrusting, disappointed with 
Helga's lack of stamina, but determined to make the most of this special 
exercise. She felt sorry for poor old Helga, over the hill as an athlete, 
but still a very good looking woman. Helga was trying valiantly hard to keep 
on with the exercise. She was clawing at Cathy's leg and still thrusting 
with her extremely warm, wet, good feeling cunt, but she was gasping and 
sinking fast on the mat. "Come on! Come on!" 

Cathy said in encouragement, thrusting harder herself and finally pushing 
Helga right off the mat before she let up and jumped up to loose some of her 
excess energy on the other equipment around her. 

Helga lay back watching her protege pedaling the exercycle. Helga's orgasm 
had come on her very quickly, and. it had been a magnificent one. Cathy's 
body was magnificent, too, especially her tits, of late. They were already 
far too big for her to compete as a swimmer, but there was surely a grand 
career somewhere for a girl like her. Perhaps that career might be as a 
diving instructress's assistant. More probably as a Las Vegas showgirl. 
Helga's cunt started softly throbbing and pulsing again as, still watching 
the happily smiling girl, she crawled back to the center of the mat and got 
up on her hands and knees. 

"All right, " Helga called, from over her shoulder. "Try me again, if you 
dare." 

Cathy jumped from the exercycle and skipped toward the mat and the slim, 
heart shaped buttocks that faced her. This part of her training program had 
been introduced by Helga as Double Isometrics. Helga had later explained it 
was a form of Swedish Wrestling. Now she and Helga called it their special 
exercise, but whatever its name was, Cathy enjoyed it a lot. She got down on 
her hands and knees with her back toward Helga's, and backed up until their 
asscheeks were warmly nestled against each other's and each of them had one 
leg between the legs of the other. 

Helga laid her hand on Cathy's ankle, and Cathy grasped Helga's ankle. They 
jostled about, squirming and settling their buttocks together very closely. 
Then Helga said, "Begin!" 

They pushed their athletically firm asses together just as hard as they 
could. Each of them slowly turned in a different direction, still pushing 
hard, until their open crotches were merged and their slippery wet cunts met 
again. As always, Helga's first orgasm with Cathy had come very quickly. 
Now, with their fuck holes merged closely together, she was already starting 
to cum again. She pulled on Cathy's leg and squirmed her cunt against 
Cathy's in a frenzy of fast rising pleasure. Cathy's hot cunt still moved 
faster than hers. 

"I'm going to get you again! I'm going to push you right off the mat!" Cathy 
said, churning her hips and pushing hard with her soft little cunt. 

"No! I won't let you! Oh, darling! Oh, OH, OH H H H, YOU'RE SO WONDERFULLY 
STRONG TODAY!" Helga answered, pushing and squirming as much as this orgasm 
would permit her, and once again being shoved off the mat by Cathy's hot 
little cunt. 

"Two in a row!" Cathy exulted, and .disen-tangled her legs from Helga's and 
rolled over on the mat and started doing sit ups. "I bet I could beat you 
twenty times in a row at Swedish Wrestling today." 

"You'll not beat me again today, " said Helga, still tingling all over with 
wonderful orgasm as she pushed herself back on the mat again. 

Helga hadn't yet reached its center when Cathy threw her open crotch against 
Helga's and started cunt fucking her again. Woman and girl were both 
sweating now, and their entire crotches were very wet. And Helga was still 
feeling waves of orgasmic delight flowing through her even as Cathy's 
squirming cunt started working hers over again. All she could do was lie 
there and wriggle her cunt against Cathy's as Cathy cunt fucked her off the 
mat for the third time in a row. That orgasm left Helga so wonderfully weak 
that she lay there and let it tingle while Cathy jumped up and began with 
the reducing massager. 

It was one of those thing where a four inch wide belt fits across the 
buttocks of the user and vibrates and shakes very vigorously. Cathy's lower 
asscheeks and tits and all of her was quivering and quaking as she stuck out 
her tongue at Helga and said, "Three times in a row I beat you!" 

"I wasn't ready that time, " Helga said, and crawled over to Cathy on her 
hands and knees. 

"Now, don't! Don't!" said Cathy, and slapped at the hand that reached up 
toward her rapidly jiggling crotch. 

"I'll teach you to start wrestling before I'm ready, " said Helga, laughing 
and slipping her fingers all through Cathy's vibrating crotch. 

She played with her clitoris and rubbed her fat cuntlips, slipped the tip of 
her finger inside Cathy's vagina and pushed one finger deep in her asshole 
again, and Cathy helplessly squealed and giggled, squeezing her jiggling 
tits and threatening to turn off the machine. 

It was Helga who finally turned it off. By then Cathy's entire body was 
gleaming with deliciously fragrant perspiration. 

"Again! One more time! Face to face!" Helga said, and unhooked the massaging 
belt and pulled Cathy down with her on the mat. 

Panting and sweating, they quickly positioned their cunts together and 
grapevined their legs to hold them right there. Beautiful Cathy was 
underneath Helga and already shoving fast and hard with her cunt as Helga 
got her clit against Cathy's and started humping and fucking the girl. 

Though Helga's orgasm was already dazzling her, she said, "Come on, angel 
girl! You must do better than that if you want your clitty to grow big like 
mine "I'll beat you again! Ohhhh, I'll beat you!" said Cathy, pistoning hard 
and fast with her hips, mashing and squirming her tits against Helga's, and 
secretly enjoying this part of their exercise session much more than she 
knew she should. 

They rolled all about on the mat, naked bodies all slick with sweat and 
straining and pumping hard together. Orgasm after orgasm crashed and flowed 
through Helga's body as Cathy's little clit rubbed hard and fast against 
hers. Her hands clutched and grabbed at all the naked girlflesh that they 
could. She got herself drunk on the smell of her pupil's perfume. Her 
orgasms were one big dazzling glow of supreme pleasure and she lost her grip 
on Cathy's legs and lay on her back, gasping and panting and cumming 
tremendously while Cathy cunt fucked her in a frenzied and wonderful 
fashion. 

"Got you again!" Cathy said, and rolled out from between Helga's legs and 
got up on her shoulders and elbows and started bike pedaling her legs in the 
air. 

Although Helga was in superb condition, she was close to a state of 
delicious exhaustion by then. Cathy's buttocks gave her new strength to 
move. Cathy's ass cheeks were squirming together as she pedaled her very 
long legs through the air. Helga's hot gaze was fixed on those gleaming ass 
cheeks as she crawled over behind Cathy. 

"Don't you dare super special exercise me now!" Cathy threatened, still 
pedaling with her legs. 

"I've got to best you at least once today, " said Helga, and opened Cathy's 
legs and buried her face in Cathy's hot wet crotch. 

Cathy's hands behind her back still held up her hips. They were in perfect 
position, and it was like having the girl's cunt served on a platter to 
Helga. She foraged voraciously through it with her hotly kissing mouth and 
flashing tongue, lapping up succulent sweetness while Cathy wailed and 
squealed and giggled. She made her way to Cathy's clitoris and sucked and 
lapped it simultaneously while Cathy begged her to stop. 

"Helga, don't! Ooo o o o, that tickles so much I can't stand it! Oooooo, 
Helga, stop it or I'll wet myself! Eeeek! Uh! Uh! Uh! Don't, or my clitty 
will get so big it'll just explode! Oh, Helga! Oh, Helga! Oh, OH H HH, 
OHHHHHHHHH!" 

Cathy's cunt was pushing and shoving and squirming against Helga's as Helga 
lowered the girl's hips to the mat. Helga's mouth was kissing and sucking 
and licking and getting all it could of Cathy's delectably hot, wet cunt all 
the way down. There on her back on the mat, Cathy was murmuring moans and 
twitching all over her body while Helga knelt and placed the last of her 
kisses on Cathy's clitoris. Then she crawled up and nestled in Cathy's arms, 
panting and cumming along with the girl. 

"You sucked too hard, " Cathy said. "You can't make my clitty get as big as 
yours in just one day." 

Helga nuzzled her cunty wet lips all around Cathy's radiantly beautiful 
young face, murmuring, "But I must try. You may not be my pupil forever, and 
while you're with me, I must try to develop you in every way there is." 

"Oooo. Ooooo, " said Cathy, clasping her shivering body closer to that of 
her teacher's. "Mother would really be mad if she found out what we did here 
today. I know how important our special exercises are, but she still thinks 
I ought to be diving all the time I'm here. You won't tell her, will you?" 

"Darling, I'd never tell, " Helga said, and settled down at the side of her 
protegee to take a nap with her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Marcy was still smilling when she woke up on the bathroom floor. Her cunt 
seemed to be smiling, too. She lay their gloating on her good fortune, and 
thinking of ways to keep her good fortune flowing. The secret was to keep 
her nephew away from other women. Once Johnny learned what a good fucker he 
was, he could wear himself out and have nothing left for his aunt. And the 
last person Marcy wanted him fucking was Cathy, for her daughter couldn't be 
allowed to think about anything besides that which would make her and her 
mother comfortably well off. 

That left it squarely up to Marcy to keep Johnny perfectly satisfied fucking 
only his aunt, and to keep him in a velvet gloved iron grip. Marcy wanted to 
lie there and just feel good for the rest of the day, but she knew the time 
to get going with Johnny's sex education was right then. By thinking about 
his lively young cock and by rubbing her lively old cunt, she soon found the 
strength to get up and get to it. 

She showered and dusted herself with fragrant powder. She put on perfume and 
selected a skin tight jumpsuit of gleaming black satin and put it on. It fit 
her ass and her waist and her tits to perfection, and it had widely flaring 
legs. A big silver zipper, slashing down from her shoulder to her opposite 
thigh held the jump suit closed, and terminated with a large silver ring. 
She made up her face and piled her flaming red hair high on her head and 
tied it with a black velvet ribbon, put on black high heeled mules and went 
in search of her nephew. 

He was just finishing up with the pool filter, and to Marcy's satisfaction, 
he was still naked. Down on his knees, he grinned and leered up at her as 
she clacked her high heels on the apron of the pool and inspected his work. 

"Make sure you set the gasket right, " she said. 

"Uh huh, " he replied, ogling her tightly bound crotch in a marvelously 
obscene manner. 

Marcy gave her nephew a good look at her jiggling ass as she strutted to the 
chaise longue at poolside and laid down and picked up a magazine. He missed 
none of her squirming and turning as she settled down, and he looked more at 
her than at the filter as he finished his work. She was in the shade and 
quite comfortable, except for the growing itch between her legs. He was in 
the hot sun on hard concrete, but not complaining at all as he ogled and 
leered at her. 

When he was finished, she called him over, and when she saw how stiff and 
hard his cock was, warm feeling flowed out from her crotch. But she didn't 
smile as she had him sit down on the foot of the lounge chair. 

"You know what we did was very wrong, " Marcy said. 

"It sure did feel good, " Johnny replied. "If anyone finds out about it, 
we'll both suffer a great deal. If your father finds out, he'll beat me to 
within an inch of my life and probably send you to a military academy." She 
shifted on the lounge, pushing her spiked heel into his naked flank and 
giving him a half smile. "Now that we've started, it won't hurt if we go on. 
But at this point, you're a very poor lover, Johnny. I'm willing to teach 
you the ways of women, but you must promise not to even look at another 
woman, or girl, till you've learned a lot more from me." 

"I promise, " he said, rubbing his stiff cock and almost drooling as he 
ogled her satin clad figure. 

"The first thing a young student fucker like you has to learn is how to 
undress a woman. You should be able to do it in the dark. You should be able 
to do it with your hands tied behind your back. Put your hands there now, 
Johnny, and come and undress me, " said Marcy, and sat upright on the chaise 
longue, warmly massaging herself below her tits, and outlining those big 
beauties in a most provocative way. 

"With my ... hands behind my back?" 

"All you need is your pretty mouth, " said the smiling Marcy, leaning 
forward and making the silver ring swing back and forth between her satin 
sheathed tits. "When it comes to pleasing a woman, a man's mouth is just as 
important as his hands. And I'm going to make a man out of you. Take the 
ring in your teeth and undress me." 

Johnny took the ring in his teeth and her tits in his hands, and Marcy 
admonished him sharply and pushed his hands away. It was her hands that 
fondled and squeezed her tits as her nephew tugged down at the zipper, hot 
eyes darting back and forth to the smoothly tanned contours his efforts were 
slowly revealing. The breath from his flaring nostrils was hot on Marcy's 
skin. That and her hands had her nipples up hard and tingling, but she 
maintained only a cooly inviting smile as she majestically rose from the 
lounge to let Johnny's hot breath and clenched teeth work down over her 
tummy. 

She wriggled her shoulders and thrust her big tits out through the widening 
vee, and Johnny's hot gaze looked hungrily up at them as he got the zipper 
tab down to her pubic hair. Still lower it went, and she smiled down on him 
and twined her fingers through his hair and tilted her cunt up against his 
nose. His breath scalded her there in a delightful way before he quickly 
yanked and tugged the zipper tab down as low as it could go. 

Now she had him crouching down low before her in just the right attitude of 
servility, and as he spat out the ring and started to rise, she said, "Now 
work your way back up with kisses. Use your tongue, and linger a while 
wherever you want." 

Marcy lay comfortably back on the lounge once again, smiling benevolently. 
She knew very well she was an absolute vision of erotic beauty, with the tan 
of her most shapely body showing through the black satin, and with the red 
and pink of her cunt glowing out of the tan. 

Johnny started out just fine with his kisses. He clearly liked the smooth, 
warm texture of his aunt's inner thigh, just as she clearly liked the 
approach of his virginal mouth to her steadily throbbing and moistening 
cunt. But now as he got to her cunt with his kisses, his hot little mouth 
scarcely paused there at all. It explored through the hollow of her groin, 
it brushed over the lips of her cunt, and then it went on toward her belly 
button. 

"No, darling, you're missing the best part, " Marcy said, and pushed his 
head down between her legs again. "Women like lots of kisses there. They 
like to be kissed and licked all over between their legs, and there's a 
lovely little thing called a clitoris in a cunt that drives a woman crazy if 
you suck it. Suck and kiss all around my lovely cunt, Johnny, and see if you 
can find my clitoris." 

He found it several times, and each of those times he passed it on by, 
leaving Marcy in a state of growing frustration. She knew very well what his 
problem was. He was too eager to get his cock in her cunt, and he probably 
had some youthfully foolish notions about oral sex. 

"What's wrong, lover boy? Don't you like the taste of cunt?" 

"It's not the taste so much . ." 

Marcy laughed and tousled his hair. "You don't yet know what's good. Stand 
up for a moment and I'll show you what an experienced lover thinks of the 
smell of sex." 

Already Marcy had forgotten how big, how beautiful Johnny's cock was. Now it 
loomed before her face, a thick muscle of very hard manhood, strong and 
sturdy throughout its shaft, and capped with an outrageously lovely knob of 
rich, living pink. It looked as good as choice rare roast beef to Marcy. The 
big drop of very clear seminal fluid forming from its slitted eye made it 
look even better. She leaned closer and inhaled deeply, and his boyish, 
sweaty scent made her feel so suddenly faint that she took his cockshaft in 
her hand and pressed her warm face in his groin for more of it. 

"Are you gonna suck me off?" Johnny eagerly asked. 

"I might, " Marcy said. "First I just want to smell you. Oh. Oh, my God. You 
smell good enough to devour!" she said, excitement rising upward in dizzying 
spirals as she snuffled and panted through his loins, all through the silky 
hair down there and all about his wonderfully big, soft, sweaty balls. She 
was holding more tightly to his cockshaft all the time, and further claiming 
this fine young body as her own by clutching at his naked buttocks with her 
other hand. 

"I've heard about blow jobs. Man oh man!" Johnny said, wriggling his hips 
uncontrollably and thrusting his red hot cock through his aunt's red hair. 

"Oh, my God, " Marcy murmured, and slipped from the lounge to her knees on 
the hot concrete in her terrible need to snort and pant her way up under his 
balls. 

"Wow! My gosh! I don't know if I can stand that!" Johnny exclaimed, opening 
his legs and lifting up his balls. 

"Try. Try, " Marcy panted, down on her butt on the hot concrete now and 
turning around to kiss straight up between his legs. 

Her kisses knocked Johnny off balance. He fell forward and caught himself 
with both hands on the lounge. Still she didn't let up on her kisses at all. 
Quite the contrary, she scrambled about and got up on her knees behind him 
to grasp his hard, plump ass cheeks in both hands and hold them apart for 
more of her hungry kisses. 

"Kissing my butt hole!" Johnny cried out. "Oh, Aunt Marcy! Wow, that's ten 
times better than gettin' an enema!" 

"Mmmmmm," Marcy said, slashing all about his sweaty asshole with her tongue, 
then plunging it deep, deep inside and slashing some more as he writhed his 
hot hips in her hands. 

"Man, I'm gonna cum! Wow, it feels like I already am!" 

Panting fast, almost swooning with hot, hot lusts, Marcy quickly took her 
stiff tongue from his ass hole and smacked a broad swatch of kisses back 
through his crotch to his balls. 

Her cunt was on fire. She couldn't use even one finger to lessen its pain 
without taking her hands from this body she had to devour. At any moment she 
expected to feel a warm flow of jism trickling down through her disarrayed 
hair, but still she had to cover all of his balls with her kisses before she 
could get to his cock. 

The seam in the side of her jumpsuit split open as she scrambled back 
through his widely parted legs for his cock. She grabbed his cock in her 
shaking hand, but was quaking and trembling so badly she had trouble getting 
it in her mouth. One good suck on the big, fat beauty and it started to 
squirt. It started so quickly it choked her and she had to back off for a 
precious moment while the second strong gusher of jism spurted across her 
cheek. But then she had his cock in her mouth once again and was sucking it 
madly, wildly, and rapidly stroking its steely hard shaft in her hand to 
milk more and still more of its wonderful jism out. "Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!!!" 

"Oh, my gooooosh!" 

It was sweet as could be in her mouth. Marcy longed to roll his jism all 
around there, savoring it with her cheeks and her palate as well as with her 
flashing, lapping tongue. There was no time for that. His jism was coming so 
fast and hard it was all she could do to keep up with it. Still and all, she 
felt the rich goo trickling out from the corners of her mouth as she sucked 
and gulped and milked Johnny's cock for more. 

With each gulp of his wonderful, slippery warm jism, an equally wonderful 
surge welled outward from Marcy's hot loins. Her cunt was sopping wet and 
throbbing mightily, and each time she swallowed a mouthful of Johnny's jism, 
that throbbing surged down to her knees on the concrete and up through her 
stiff nippled tits to her brain. She was gulping it fast at first, for 
Johnny's contracting balls carried a heavy load. And then as his surges of 
ecstasy peaked and began to dwindle, Marcy stored up his jism in her mouth 
until her cheeks were bulging with the stuff, then swallowed it down in one 
gulp. 

"NNNNNNNGGGGGH!" She had to hold onto his hips with her claws or she would 
have fainted. The ecstasy was almost too much to bear. But the frustrated 
widow hung on with her hands and her mouth, still sucking, now sliding her 
slick lips up and down the length of his cock from its tip to its hairy 
base. 

Through it all, Johnny had been writhing and gasping and panting as hard as 
he'd been cumming. Now he settled down to puffing and blowing and holding 
onto Marcy's head while she fucked him with her mouth and coaxed any last 
drops of his jism up out of his balls. She had to laugh at the way he was 
wilting now. Giggling like a girl, she took the base of his cock in her hand 
and at last took her hot mouth off the beautiful thing to lick it all over, 
all up and down and around the length of it, hot as could be from the sun 
and her mouth and his boiling blood. 

"You see, " Marcy said, tossing her hair and struggling up to sit on the 
lounge again, but still holding onto his cock. "You see, the smell of sex 
isn't bad. The taste of it isn't so awful, either. Really, you'll...whew! 

"You'll enjoy it a lot when you're used to it. I mean, there's more to sex 
than just fucking. Was it good? Do you like to have your cock sucked?" she 
asked, convulsively shuddering all over her body, then leaning quickly 
forward for one more short suck on his cock. 

"Man, it was great! Could I fuck you now, Aunt Marcy?" 

All it took was his words to bring an upsurge of orgasm through Marcy now, 
though his cock in her mouth helped a bit. She held onto his cock, still 
wonderfully hard, and leaned gracefully back on the lounge, saying, "Of 
course you could try, but don't be a hero and wear yourself out." All her 
flaming cunt wanted was one little touch of his cock, at least for the 
moment. 

"You want I should undress you all the way first? Gee, your pant leg got 
torn on the concrete." 

"This jumpsuit opens up conveniently wide, " Marcy said, spreading her legs 
in just that way, then carefully spreading her cunt lips, for one little 
touch at her clitoris then would have sent her into a wild orgasmic frenzy. 

She carefully guided the knob of his cock to her hole, and the frenzy began 
in spite of her care. She cried out very loudly and heaved up with her hips 
just as Johnny thrust in with his cock, and her hand was mashed between them 
as full penetration was made. 

"OH! FUCK ME FOR ALL YOU'RE WORTH!" 

Marcy cried, throwing her arms and legs around him as his hot, hot cock 
plunged deep in her guts. She threw her hips up at him and rocked and rolled 
right off the foot of the lounge. 

"OHW!" she exclaimed, for his cock drove still deeper inside her as she 
landed on top of him with all her weight. But still she didn't relax her 
hold on him for a moment, not with her arms or her legs, and certainly not 
with her fast flying cunt. 

"YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM, CUM, CUM, 
CUM, CUM!!!" Marcy chanted, quite out of her mind from the pistoning cock in 
her cunt. 

The heat from its friction was enough to drive any woman insane. And Marcy 
was a woman who liked to feel friction all through her cunt. She clung to 
him like a monkey while he provided that friction, driving and shoving and 
jamming his cock in her cunt from every direction, regardless of whether he 
was above or below her. 

"Gonna do it again! Gonna cum!" Johnny said, and triggered still another 
reaction in Marcy. 

Her arms and legs flew away from him and slapped out against the hot 
concrete. Spread eagled there, she arched herself up till her quivering ass 
cheeks were well off the apron of the pool. Now her cunt was the highest 
part of her body as, on his knees between her legs and holding onto her 
hips, Johnny fucked her so hard and so fast that the stars she was seeing 
turned into bright meteors, and the bells she was hearing turned into 
resounding reverberations perfectly timed with the hot thrusting surges of 
jism that gushed and spurted up in her cunt. Still in that up thrust 
position, she squeezed down with her cunt and wrung the last drops of his 
jism out of him, then collapsed like a buttered pancake on a hot griddle. 
She felt herself deflating even further when Johnny drew his cock out of her 
cunt. 

"Are you okay?" Johnny said. "Gee, I hope I didn't hurt you." 

"I'm fine. A woman can always outlast a man. Just help me up. My legs ..." 

Together they got her to her feet. She leaned against her worried nephew as 
he guided her toward her back door. His cock was still hard as she tottered 
along, and she couldn't take her gaze from it as she further reassured him. 

"No, you didn't hurt me at all, dear. I might have gotten a little sunstroke 
when we moved out of the shade. And you should be a little careful about 
getting your cock all sunburned. My God, what a dreadful thought! Do keep it 
in a shady spot, like in my mouth or in my cunt, " Marcy said, patting at 
that glowing part of her body and almost collapsing against him. 

"You think maybe I should call a doctor?" Johnny asked. "I heard sunstroke 
can be pretty bad." 

Marcy laughed gaily and pushed him away, staggered back and caught herself 
against the side of her redwood cabana, and there in the shade of its eaves, 
she said, "No, I'm perfectly fine. I'd be ready to fuck again if you were up 
for it." 

Johnny was up for it and he took her against the side of the cabana. With 
her back well braced against it, Marcy surged with new youthful energy at 
each new upward surge of her nephew's cock. Her cunt was extremely well 
lubricated by then, so much so that their mixed juices were running down her 
inner thighs by the spoonful as Johnny, her wonderful nephew, kept jamming 
his cock in her cunt with such splendid ardor that Marcy's buttocks were 
being flattened against the wall. 

This fucking lasted longer than the one they'd just finished. By the time he 
was squirting his jism up through the overflowing lips of her cunt this 
time, Marcy's head was lolling from side to side, her grinning mouth was 
hanging open, and her body was drenched with their sweat. Still and all, she 
managed to eke one more orgasm out of a body that had turned into jelly when 
Johnny drew his dripping cock out of her cunt. 

Marcy dozed for a moment and woke with a start, saying, "What're you doing?" 

"I was going to carry you inside and call a doctor. I thought you fainted." 

"Perfectly all right, " she declared, and pushed him away and walked on 
toward her back door by herself. But she walked an unsteady line, and when 
she was balanced on one foot and flailing her arms at the rim of the pool, 
Johnny rushed forward and pulled her to safety. 

He said, "Don't you think I should .. .?" 

"I think you should vacuum the pool!" Marcy snapped, and walked on unaided 
into her house, where she caught her bare foot on the edge of her bedroom 
carpet and fell to her knees, then laid down to rest for a moment. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Cathy found her mother sleeping on the floor. She skipped through the house 
just at dusk and saw Marcy lying there all bloodied and torn and disheveled, 
and she screamed, "MURDER! RAPE! SOMEBODY HELP!" Johnny was snoozing in the 
cabana, and didn't hear a word she said. But Marcy groggily lifted her head 
and said, "Hush, dear, and let Mother take her nap." 

With no one at all to help her, Cathy was weeping as she got her mother up 
on her bed. Marcy, limp as a dishtowel and dreamily smiling, looked as if 
she needed a hospital bed, but on second inspection, Cathy saw it wasn't all 
that bad. Her hair was tangled and matted, some substance had dried on her 
cheek, and her make-up was gone. The knee and one side of her jump suit was 
gone, its zipper was wide open, and the back of the black satin garment was 
covered with slivers of wood. Cathy continued to weep and Marcy continued to 
slumber while Cathy got the jump suit off and looked at her mother's back. 

With tweezers and lotion, Cathy extracted the slivers from Marcy's smooth, 
tanned back and did her best to soothe the pain. When she rolled Marcy over, 
she was still smiling, and now her eyes were half open. She came further 
awake when Cathy washed her face and brushed some of the tangles out of her 
long red hair. 

"How'd it go at diving practice today?" Marcy asked. 

"Mother, what happened to you?" 

"Me? I tripped and fell. Nothing to worry about. Did you work out on the 
high board today, like a good girl?" 

"No, we just did Double Isometrics in Helga's training room today. Where was 
it that you fell?" :Out by the pool. Really, it's nothing to worry about, " 
Marcy said, stretching luxuriously on the bed, and squeezing her thighs 
together over her tender but luxuriously good feeling cunt. "Double 
Isometrics? What're those?" Cathy had never mentioned that type of training 
before to her mother. Her mother thought jumping off boards was the only 
kind of worthwhile training for a diver. This had been pointed out to Cathy 
by Helga, but now in her distress, Cathy had mentioned their special 
exercise and she somehow felt relieved about that. Still using the lotion on 
her mother's nude body, Cathy quickly tried to explain the importance of 
regular use of the training room. As she did so, the smile slowly left 
Marcy's face and she raised herself up on one elbow. 

"I want to hear more about this Swedish Wrestling, or whatever you call it, 
" Marcy said. "But first, just how big are your tits and exactly what sort 
of exercise does Helga do to keep them small?" 

In answer, Cathy simply peeled her tight bathing suit down to her waist, 
then sat wide eyed and biting her lip as her mother gazed at her naked tits. 

"My God, they are getting big!" Marcy murmured. "You've got one helluva good 
set of tits, but not for a swimmer. What's Helga doing to keep them from 
getting any bigger?" 

"This, " Cathy said, and made her mother gasp as she reached out and 
massaged Marcy's big, soft tits with both hands. 

Marcy looked at her daughter's young hands at work there and thought she was 
having a nightmare. She couldn't believe there was anything strange going on 
between Cathy and Helga, nor could she believe the sudden excitement that 
rose from the way her daughter was fondling and squeezing her tits. 

"Is...that all?" Marcy said after several minutes of this. 

"Not quite, " Cathy shyly said. "Helga says it's okay if a swimmer has big 
nipples. So she does this." 

The first little plucking of Cathy's fingers at her mother's already stiff 
nipples almost made Marcy jump out of her skin. She was hard pressed to keep 
from squirming all over the bed and rubbing her moistening cunt as the 
plucking continued, but she lay there and took it without flinching, and 
finally said, "And, uh, I suppose you've exercised Helga's tits while she's 
exercising yours?" 

Solemn faced, Cathy slowly nodded while she continued to work with her 
hands, plucking and pulling at Marcy's big nipples, massaging the big, warm 
globes. 

Cathy truly did have a fine pair of tits. They were young and very proudly 
upright, with superbly developing spherical undersides and exquisitely pink, 
turgid nipples. Marcy had never touched tits other than her own. Cathy's 
were right there before her eyes. And Cathy would be more at ease, and would 
open up and talk more about what was going on at Helga's house if Marcy 
didn't start making a fuss about it. 

Marcy reached up and ran her hand over her beautiful daughter's lovely tits, 
and Cathy shyly smiled. Her smile broadened and her eyes grew brighter as 
Marcy gently pulled at one of her nipples. Marcy laid back on the bed and 
reached up with both hands to more thoroughly work on those beautiful tits, 
and Cathy continued with Marcy's as she said, "Yes. This is how we do it." 

Something was wrong inside Marcy's body. The strenuous, super fucking she'd 
had with her nephew that day should have kept her sated for weeks, or even 
for years, since she hadn't been fucked like that since her husband had died 
years before. Quite the contrary, she was hornier than she'd been that 
morning, and getting homier by the moment. It wasn't because of some latent 
lesbian tendencies coming out in her. She would have felt the same sort of 
breathlessly rising excitement if those hands on her tits belonged to some 
dirty old man. Well, perhaps not quite so horny, since the perfect, firm 
tits she was so freely fondling added more than a little to Marcy's 
spiraling excitement. Still she hid that excitement well, as a mother 
should, when she spoke to her daughter again. 

"And, uh, what's this Double Isometrics you and Helga do?" 

Cathy squirmed and blushed and squeezed Marcy's tits and said, "It's 
something we do in different way. It's sort of hard to explain." 

"Could you show me, dear?" 

Cathy's very fond gaze roved down over Marcy's body, kindling little fires 
as it went. She was looking right at Marcy's red haired cunt as she nodded 
and got to her feet. 

It was amazing how much one little bathing suit could conceal. Cathy had a 
simply incredible body, long and supple and athletically trim, but bursting 
with youthful femininity and all aglow with rapidly blooming sexuality. Her 
mother could understand why Helga hadn't been able to keep her hands off 
that body. Now she wanted to know what else Helga did in her lesbian 
seduction of Cathy. She was almost sure of what it was. She'd read a lot of 
dirty books since her husband had died, and a lot of them dwelt on the 
wonderful lesbian technique in kissing cunts. Cathy's cunt looked almost 
good enough to kiss, but Marcy stayed where she was, all aflutter inside, 
absolutely intrigued by the thought of her daughter kissing her cunt. Why 
not? If Cathy was already a lesbian, her mother should know all about it. 
And no female diving judge in her right mind could fail to give points to a 
gorgeous girl like this with a reputation for peeling off her suit after a 
meet and climbing into bed with her. Marcy's cunt was throbbing and pulsing 
when her daughter climbed naked onto the bed with her. 

"This is how you do your Double Isometrics?" Marcy said, when Cathy started 
twining her lovely long legs through Marcy's. 

"Uh huh, " Cathy said, blushing beautifully as she inched her beautiful 
little black haired, pink lipped cunt ever closer to Marcy's flaming hotbox. 
"First we get our ... we get our cunts real close together, like this." 

"Oh, my God!" Marcy said, clutching at bedclothes, clutching at Cathy's leg, 
clutching at anything to keep from exploding right out of her mind at the 
feeling of warm, wet, young cunt pushing softly and vibrantly up against 
hers. 

"And then we try to push each other right off the bed!" Cathy said, shoving 
and thrusting and fucking her cunt against Marcy's in a sudden outburst of 
frenzied energy. 

"OH! OH! OH, MY GOD!" Marcy cried, fucking back just as hard as she could, 
though her daughter's wildly hot crotch had instantly triggered an explosive 
orgasm that seized every part of Marcy's thrashing body. 

"OH! OH! OH!" Marcy cried, till her head was mashed up against the headboard 
and her daughter's wild thrusting had changed into giggling. 

"Isn't it fun?" Cathy said. "We do it all the time, and I almost always 
win." 

Through her panting, Marcy said, "I don't think Helga loses too much when 
you do. What do you do for an encore?" 

"I get up and exercise while Helga rests and then we wrestle again, " Cathy 
said, and started to demonstrate. 

Marcy grabbed hold of her daughter's leg and held her right where she was. 
And she kept her soft, wet cunt closely kissing Cathy's as she scooted back 
down to the middle of the bed. 

"Are you already ready to wrestle again?" Cathy eagerly asked, squirming and 
wriggling her cunt against Marcy's in hot anticipation. 

"No need to rush into it, " Marcy said, and lifted her leg up high in the 
air, and pushed Cathy's leg up, too. 

Now their wide open crotches could merge with marvelous intimacy. Mother and 
daughter were breathlessly smiling as they squirmed their cunts closer 
together still, legs very widely parted, not a stitch of clothes on between 
them. The superlative fit of their cunts became even better when Marcy 
lowered their legs and pulled upward on Cathy's. 

Cathy squealed very happily. "Oooo! I can feel your clitty! I bet it's as 
big as Helga's!" 

"Whew! Honey, I can feel it, too. Cathy, your Double Isometrics are 
terrific! Do you ever ... do you like to kiss each other's cunts?" 

Cathy giggled and wriggled and said, "Helga sort of kisses mine, but I never 
have done hers. She doesn't need it. Her clitty's already so big it doesn't 
need any more sucking. Oh, Mama, your cunt feels so good against mine! Helga 
sucks on my clitty to make it get bigger. She calls it her super special 
exercise." 

"I bet you like it a lot, " Marcy said, squirming and squashing her cunt 
against Cathy's, panting and nibbling on Cathy's little pink toes as she 
clung to her ankle and clung to the orgasmic good feeling flowing all 
through her body. "I bet it drives you crazy when she sucks on your pretty 
little cunt." 

"Boy, does it ever!" said Cathy, panting and squirming her cunt even faster, 
and further spreading their slickness all through their hotly kissing 
crotches. "Sometimes it feels so crazy I can't even stand it!" 

"Baby, don't try to push me off the bed. Let's just lie here and rub our 
cunts together. Honey, it feels so good! I've never cum this way. Cathy, 
let's cum together, right at the same time. Let's rub our hot cunts together 
and cum!" 

"I don't know, " Cathy said. She was blurting and babbling her words, 
churning her hips all around and shoving her cunt against Marcy's and 
pulling hard at Marcy's leg. Her eyes were glazed over and she was rolling 
her head back and forth on the bedspread, and her tits were shaking and 
jiggling as she said, "I don't know how to cum. I don't think I've ever done 
it. Oh, Mama, it never felt this good before!" 

"That's 'cause I love you so much, and I know just exactly what you need. My 
God, we look sexy together! Look at us, Cathy! Our cunts are just as close 
as they can be, and our naked tits are sticking out and we're both feeling 
good all over!" 

"Yes! Feel so good! Yessss, " Cathy moaned, shoving and squelching her cunt 
against Marcy's and thrashing about on her bed. "Both of us feeling so good! 
Oh, Mama! Mama, I don't know if I can stand it!" 

"Yes, you can! You can feel better, darling! We can both feel even better 
than this! Just don't be afraid, pretty baby! Feel better and better and 
better! Feel good all over with me!" 

"Yes! Oh, Mama, yes, yes, YES!" Cathy cried, going crazy at last, really 
crazy, and dragging her mother right along into the marvelous craziness with 
her. 

"I'M CUMMING!" Cathy announced again. "AND IT HURTS SO BAD I CAN'T STAND IT 
AND IT FEELS SO GOOD I CAN'T STOP!" 

"MORE! UHHHHHH, WE GOTTA HAVE MORE!" Marcy loudly demanded, hauling Cathy's 
cunt harder against hers as her daughter's wild gyrations threatened to 
break them apart. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUNT, BABY CATHY! FUCK ME WHILE I FUCK 
YOU!" 

"CUNT FUCKING! YES! URRRRRGH! 

THAT'S WHAT HELGA CALLED IT ONCE! OHHHHHHH, MAMA! IT'S SO NASTY AND SEXY AND 
I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN'T STAND IT! CUNT FUCK ME SOME MORE, MAMA! MAMA, HELP 
ME CUM!" 

Marcy helped her daughter along. The explosive peak of the orgasm was behind 
her, but still the sensations were bursting everywhere in Marcy's hot body 
as she quickly repositioned them on her bed. Never taking her fast moving 
cunt from Cathy's for an instant, Marcy heaved Cathy back till the girl was 
up on her shoulders and Marcy was then straddling Cathy's upward facing 
crotch with their cunts still closely kissing and fucking. There Marcy 
rubbed her gushing slick cunt all over her daughter's open crotch, while 
below her Cathy grimaced and panted and squealed and writhed in helpless 
ecstasy. 

Caught in a frenzy of lust, Marcy looked down on Cathy's twisting, 
contorting features and panted, "You never looked so beautiful, baby! Right 
now you could win any beauty contest in the world! Oh, how I'd like to sit 
down on your beautiful face and start cumming all over again, but your cunt 
pushing up against mine feels too fucking good to quit! Cum, baby! Cum, cum, 
CUM!" Marcy hotly demanded, starting up to a new peak of orgasmic delights. 

"SIT ON MY CUNT! OH, MAMA! OH, HARDER! I'M GONNA CUM WITH YOU! AGAIN! AGAIN! 
AGAINNNNN!" Cathy wailed, ripping up the bedclothes with her hands, kicking 
the air with her feet, and twisting and turning her hips and rubbing her 
cunt against Marcy's with dazzling hot friction and wonderful energy. 

"Oh! Oh h! Ohhhhh!" It was too much for even a woman of Marcy's lusty 
appetites. Her legs were caving in and she could no longer even begin to 
keep up with her daughter's orgasmic frenzy. She was slowly settling down 
toward the bed, cunt first, with her cunt against Cathy's still thrusting 
little cunt, until they were back where they started. But now Marcy was laid 
back and almost motionless on the bed, while Cathy was still squirming her 
cunt against Marcy's crotch. 

"Rest now, baby. Now it's time to rest, " Marcy murmured. 

Cathy's voice was as urgent as her thrusting. "Mama, I want a little bit 
more. Mama, please let me feel it again! MAMA, CUNT FUCK ME SOME MORE! MAMA, 
PLEASE!" 

Marcy had to get up on top of her daughter in her efforts to quiet her down. 
She didn't like lying on top of Cathy, tit to tit and cunt to cunt. The 
position made Marcy feel too much like the dominant lesbian bull dyke, and 
she didn't like that feeling at all. 

She spoke soothing words to Cathy now, but still the girl trembled and 
crooned and quivered with this, her first orgasm. It took Marcy a very long 
time to quiet her down, and still Cathy's young body convulsively twitched 
now and then as mother and daughter dozed off in each other's naked arms. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Mama, let's fuck some more." Those were the words that brought Marcy out of 
her slumber, delivered by Cathy who was already starting to fuck with her 
cunt against Marcy's. 

"Darling, I'm too sore, too tender just now. And you'll be, too, if you 
overdo it. Calm down. Relax. You can't be doing it all the time." 

"Yes, I can. Oh, Mama, it feels so good to cunt fuck! Let's do it again 
right now. You can if you try!" Cathy said, reaching around her mother and 
clutching hotly at her naked asscheeks. 

"Just relax, Cathy! What you need is a hot cup of tea and a cold shower. You 
go in my bathroom and start on the shower while I fix the tea." 

Marcy's cunt was so tender she could walk only with difficulty. If Cathy 
kept on like this, she could influence lady judges for years to come. She 
returned to her bathroom with tea on a tray, and found her naked daughter 
seated on her toilet rapidly frigging herself. 

"Cathy, stop that. You'll wear yourself out. Cathy, I told you to stop 
that!" 

"Mama, I can't!" Cathy whined, still hard at work with her fast moving 
fingers in her wet, swollen vulva. "Let's cunt fuck some more. Mama, 
please!" 

"Drink this tea. Then we'll take a shower and talk it over. But calm down!" 

Tea jiggled out of the cup several times as Cathy drank from it. Two or 
three times she had to set it down and frantically rub her cunt, explaining, 
"But Mama, it burns! It itches so!" 

The shower did little to cool Cathy down. She kept reaching for Marcy's cunt 
as well as her own, increasing Marcy's maternal concern. She was sorry she'd 
introduced the girl to the glories of orgasm. And she was getting angry at 
Helga for starting her out as a lesbian. 

Dried off and dressed in sweet pink pajamas, Cathy's cunt stayed in charge 
of her body. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her very stiff nipples poked hard 
at the pink cotton, and when she wasn't squirming her thighs close together 
she was stealthily reaching her hand down toward her cunt. And all the time 
she kept saying, "Mama, let's cunt fuck some more." 

Marcy finally had to slap her. Cathy burst into tears, and as she lay 
weeping on her frilly, four poster bed, Marcy said, "I'm going to go get 
Helga. Maybe she can help calm you down, but not till I've had a chance to 
say a few thing to her. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?" 

"Sure, " Cathy said, sniffling and wiping her eyes, then reaching down to 
scratch at her cunt again. "Where's Johnny? Is Johnny home?" 

Marcy shook her head in despair and telephoned Walter Van Blancen and told 
him to come over at once. 

She had on a dress and sandals when Walter arrived. She frankly explained 
much of what had happened to Cathy under the very special training program 
of Helga Rasmussen, adding, "It could work into a perfect setup. Helga 
travels with us to the different swimming and diving meets. She gets to know 
the judges, she hints around about Cathy being a lesbian, and between the 
two of them, they get every woman judge in bed with Cathy. And Cathy wins 
lots of meets on her way to the Olympics and on her way to making a lot of 
money modeling." 

"I don't know, " Walter said. "What if all the judges aren't lesbians 
themselves?" 

"I'm not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but once I saw how 
Cathy looked in the nude, hell, I went to bed with her." 

"You? With your own daughter?" 

"She's more than my daughter, Walter. She's my meal ticket. I've spent 
almost all my saving getting her this far, and there's nothing I won't do to 
get her all the way into modeling and TV where the big money is." 

"Marcy, I could promote her without all of this. Do you really want to see 
your daughter become a lesbian?" 

"You can promote her career a whole lot faster if she's got some gold medals 
for swimming and diving. And if she's a lesbian, she won't be falling in 
love with some guy and quitting her career to have a flock of kids. She's in 
her bedroom looking at TV. I don't care what you do as long as you stay with 
her and keep her from rubbing her little cunt raw, and as long as you keep 
my nephew away from her. I'll be back as soon as I can. You better get in 
there before Johnny smells pussy in heat and breaks through the window." 

Marcy wasn't a woman to argue with, especially not for a man with Walter's 
inclinations. He liked his women her age or a little older, and he liked 
them best when they were very firm in telling him what to do. And if the 
thing they told him to do included anything at all to do with enemas, he 
liked them all the better. Marcy had made a good choice in choosing Walter 
Van Blancen as a watchdog for her lesbian nymphet daughter. Walter headed on 
to do his duty in hopes his reward from Marcy would last through the night. 

Cathy was sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard as Walter 
entered her dimly lit bedroom. Her covers were drawn up to her chin, and her 
lovely face looked pale and wan by the flickering light of her television 
set at the foot of the pink bed. Her voice was thin and reedy as she greeted 
him. 

"Hi, yourself, " Walter said with a smile, and closed the door behind him 
and moved a chair to the side of her bed. She was looking at a political 
panel discussion. "Good show?" he asked as he sat down. 

"Uh huh, " she replied, wide eyes staring over the twin peaked tent made by 
her knees under the covers. 

"Have they mentioned anything about impeaching Carter?" 

"Uh huh, " Cathy said, breathing slowly and deeply, and moving very softly 
in her bed. 

Walter peered through the dimness and said, "And I suppose they've talked 
about Queen Elizabeth being our next President." 

"Uh huh, " said Cathy, nodding her head, slowly nodding her entire body, or 
at least undulating her body under the covers in an extremely suggestive 
fashion as she stared at the droning TV. 

Moving swiftly and smoothly, Walter got up and turned on Cathy's bedside 
light and flipped back the covers of her bed. 

Walter found exactly what he had expected and a good deal more. The bottoms 
of Cathy's pajamas were down to her knees, and her wet fingered hand was 
still there between her parted legs. 

She squealed very shrilly and grabbed for her pajamas as she rolled over, 
but her movements were nearly fast enough for a man like Van Blancen to miss 
the sight of her naked ass. And what an ass the girl had! It was an ass that 
would put her mother's lovely bottom to shame. 

Walter's preferences tended toward rather broad asses, with cheeks that were 
so big and soft that less appreciative men than himself would call them 
flabby. His tastes in asses had run to those with buttocks so large he could 
wriggle his fingers between them till his fingers could no longer be seen, 
and then burrow his face just as deeply between the soft pillows of flesh. 
His tastes had changed when he'd met Marcy Cooper. He'd given no more than a 
glance to her ass when they'd met, for Marcy's ass was simply too small. It 
was just as big as any thirty four year old woman's ass should be, not 
nearly big enough to satisfy Walter's lusty old craving. But at second 
glance he'd noted and appreciated the shape of Marcy's ass. And the third 
time he'd seen it, waggling and winking and doing its best to squirm out of 
a bikini at a swimming party, Walter had fallen in love with it. He'd been 
hopelessly hooked when he'd seen it in bed, smiling saucily up at him and 
naughtily winking its beautiful eye. And now there was this ass before him, 
that of Marcy's young lesbian daughter, still smaller than Marcy's behind 
but exquisitely shaped and already naked and in bed, though it was cringing 
and trembling instead of smiling and winking at him. All it took was one 
glance at Cathy's blushing ass and Walter was hopelessly hooked once again, 
though the glance was a short one, for she immediately yanked her pajama 
bottoms up till their crotch seam was gone and her buttocks were quivering 
through a tightly stretched film of pink cotton. 

"I wasn't doing anything, Uncle Walter!" She often called him Uncle Walter, 
though they were not related. "My pajamas just slipped down while I was 
looking at TV! Please don't look! Please don't tell Mother!" 

"You haven't all that much to look at, " Walter said, and gently laid his 
hand on Cathy's hot little, firm little ass, and felt it trembling more than 
his hand was. "And I won't tell your mother unless you've been a bad little 
girl." 

"I was being good!" she declared, adding soft little writhing to the hot 
little quaking of her ass. 

Walter fondled it, stroked it, caressed it, and felt his cock grow stiff and 
hot in his pants, and he chuckled and said, "You mean you were feeling good. 
You were playing with yourself, Cathy. You had your fingers in your little 
cunt." 

"No! Honest! I wasn't!" 

"Look me in the eye and say that and perhaps I'll believe you." 

Cathy was silent. A hot shudder rippled through her long, slender body. 
Walter softly, deeply squeezed her ass and thought he heard her softly moan. 
Then she whipped over onto her back and, still holding her pajama bottoms up 
as far as they would go, she looked at Walter through fear stricken eyes and 
blurted, "I really wasn't playing with myself!" 

"Tsk, tsk. Fibs to your old Uncle Walter?" His hand had stayed right where 
it was as she'd turned. Now it was lightly resting directly over Cathy's 
cunt, which radiated animal heat up against Walter's palm. The scent of her 
young sexuality was very discernible now, and the stiffness of her nipples 
poking up at thin cotton was further mute proof of her seething excitement. 

Very large tears oozed out from the corners of Cathy's eyes and she had to 
bite her plump under lip to stop its trembling. 

Still smiling benevolently, Walter lifted his hand and peeped under it, and 
saw every soft contour of her cunt very clearly through the damp and tautly 
stretched fabric of her pajama bottoms. 

"Yes, you were playing with yourself, all right, " said Walter, brushing the 
balls of his fingers over the plump, split bulge of her little cunt, and 
over the tight Y of crevices formed by her tensed thighs and groin. 

Cathy clutched at his hand with both of hers, weeping openly now, and 
saying, "I didn't mean to! I couldn't help it! Please don't tell Mama! I was 
just itching and burning so bad down there I couldn't help but do it a 
little!" 

Walter drew her hands away from his and tested her cunt with his fingers 
again, saying, "A little? You're so hot and feverish and wet you must have 
been doing it a lot. Now, open your pretty legs and let your old Uncle 
Walter see just how bad you've been. Oh, my! Oh, Cathy, your little cunt's 
so hot and wet you must have been playing with it for the longest time." 

"I just couldn't help it!" she said, grabbing his hand again and pressing it 
harder against her writhing cunt, all hot and wet and so deeply split by the 
crotch seam of her pajamas. "It just started itching like this today, and I 
just had to scratch it and rub it or I'd have gone crazy! Just feel how hot 
it is! Oh, Uncle Walter, just feel it!" 

"There, there. I know how you're suffering. I'm going to help you, " Walter 
said. Walter didn't have much use for a woman's tits. As far as he was 
concerned, the finest pair of tits were only useless appendages to a woman's 
body, and all that really counted was that part of a woman between her waist 
and her knees. But now Walter put Cathy's tits to work by lifting her hands 
from her steaming loins and placing them on her tits. And he said, "You keep 
your pretty hands right here, dear, while I take down your pajama bottoms 
and have a look at your little cunt. Raise your hips, Cathy." 

"You can't just look at me naked, " she said, blinking tiny tears from her 
eyes and holding hard to her tits. 

"Why not? There's nothing to be ashamed of. I understand about playing with 
yourself. I used to do it myself when I was your age. And we're good enough 
friends so a little nudity shouldn't bother us. You see?" he said, and 
unzipped his fly and fished out his cock, very hard and hot, and fitting 
nicely in his fist. "Now raise up your hips and I'll help you off with your 
pajamas." 

"Oh, Uncle Walter!" said Cathy, squeezing her tits very hard and slowly 
lifting her hips while she gazed wide eyed at all she could see of Walter's 
cock. 

He gave her more to look at as he pulled down her pajama bottoms. For a 
budding lesbian, she showed a lot of interest in his cock, and that was fine 
with Walter for he was avidly interested in what he was smoothly unveiling. 
Her cunt hair was incredibly fine and delicate, closely clasping her firm 
pubic mound. Her pajama seam stuck within the prim little lips of her cunt, 
and she gasped and sighed when Walter pulled it out. Her sweet perfume 
filled the air over her bed then, and Walter bent over her to breathe it in 
deeply and gaze very closely at her delicate pink cunt as he pushed the 
pajamas down over her knees. 

"It looks all sore and hot, " Cathy murmured as she stared at Walter's cock. 

"It is. But your poor little cunt's even hotter, " said Walter, and brought 
Cathy's full attention back to herself by slipping his hands up her naked 
legs and cupping one of them over her cunt. 

Still arched up in the air and holding onto her tits, Cathy at once was 
panting and churning her hips, and saying, "Yes, I'm so hot down there! 
Touch it and feel it and make it all better! Oh, Uncle Walter, that feels so 
good!" 

"Of course it does. I'm only here to help you, just as your mother wanted." 

He was moving the ball of his finger up and down over the curve of her cunt, 
sliding it just inside the portals of her wonderfully slippery wet cuntlips. 
Her nudity forgotten, she was mauling her tits and gyrating her ass over the 
bedsheet and gasping and panting. 

"Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Yes! Please! Oh, that's wonderful! 
I want to feel like this all the time!" 

"You want to cum, Cathy. That's what would make you feel better for now. 
I'll help you do that. 

And then I'll make your nasty little itch go away so you can get some 
sleep." 

Walter took one of her hands from her tits and guided it to his cock. She 
showed no reluctance to touch it. Quite the contrary, she was grasping and 
stroking it freely but clumsily as he slipped his moving finger deeper 
through the thrusting lips of her cunt. 

"Just relax and feel good now, " he said, finding her tiny clitoris and 
giving that part of her flaming hot cunt some special attention each time 
his finger reached the top of its arc. 

She fell back on the bed and continued her thrashing and writhing. Her jaw 
was slack and her eyes were almost closed as her head rocked from side to 
side. Her long, silky legs were hobbled by her twisted pajama bottoms at her 
ankles, but still they were twisting and kicking as Walter deftly massaged 
in her cunt lips. Her left hand either clutched at her tits or at the 
bedclothes, while her right hand never left Walter's cock. 

Smiling, he said, "Do you want to cum now, baby?" 

"Yes! Walter, please help me cum! That's what feels best of all!" she 
replied, looking imploringly up at him. 

Walter pressed the button of her clitoris and Cathy started cumming. She 
cried out sharply and doubled and tripled her thrashing and heaving's and 
clutching, moaning and groaning and starting to sweat and pushing her 
flaming hot cunt up against Walter's burrowing finger. It seemed as if she'd 
go on cumming in that frenzied fashion for as long as he held his finger on 
her clitoris, and indeed, when he took his finger away and cupped his hand 
over her cunt, she sighed and relaxed and smiled dreamily up at him, 
murmuring. "Thank you, Uncle Walter. Thank you ever so much." 

Her eyes were closing and her hand was going limp on his cock. It was time 
to leave her and let her get some sleep. Walter bent over her to kiss her 
goodnight. One of her feet was up under her ass and the other was drawn up 
under her knee and held there by her pajama bottoms. Her thighs were very 
wide apart. As Walter very gently touched his lips to the lips of her cunt, 
he got a close up view of the curvature of Cathy's tight buttocks, and he 
knew right away he wasn't ready to leave her just yet. He pursed his lips 
and gave one sharp suck on her clitoris and had her on fire again. 

"Easy does it, darling. I'll make it better. You stay here in bed and do 
what you can with your fingers while I get what you need to calm down and 
get some sleep, " Walter told her. 

He quickly went to Marcy's bedroom and prepared Marcy's douche bag. When he 
returned, Cathy's bedclothes were rumpled in every direction and she was 
still gasping and thrashing and rubbing her hot little cunt. She didn't even 
notice his presence till after he'd hung the pink bag over her toilet and 
returned to her bedside. 

He had to take her hand from her cunt several times while he worked her 
twisted pajama bottoms off over her feet. He had to help her out of bed and 
support her as he led her into her bathroom. There she became aware of her 
surrounding and, blinking her eyes and looking around, she asked him to 
repeat what he'd just told her to do. 

"I said, bend over and put your hands on your knees." 

She did as she was told. Her pajama top hung loosely down from her torso and 
its sleeves concealed her hands, but the rest of her sleek, slim, young body 
was entirely naked, including that glorious ass which Walter had almost 
forgotten in his excitement at seeing a virgin caught in the frenzy of 
orgasm. 

He found cold cream in her medicine cabinet. He dipped his finger deeply in 
the jar before crouching down behind her and brushing one hand over the 
divinely contoured swells of her quivering buttocks. He parted those 
blushing pink asscheeks gently, sighed at the sight of her virginal asshole, 
and pushed the ball of his cold creamed finger inside. 

"Uncle Walter!" she said in alarm. "What're you doing???" 

"Hold still, dear. It's all for your own good, " Walter assured her, and 
eased his whole finger in through the quivering tight hole of her cringing 
ass. 

"It's so big!" she exclaimed, and she sobbed. "And it hurts!" 

"That'll soon go away, " Walter said, sliding and screwing and easing his 
finger in and out of her ass, somehow holding down the excitement that now 
raged within him as he watched and felt her flinching turn into Teaching for 
more. 

"Is it all right now, Cathy?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes, now it feels almost...good!" 

"And better all the time, " Walter told her, and savored each of her little 
shudders as he drew his thick finger out of her ass. 

"Stay right where you are, dear. Oh, you're going to like this. It's just 
what you need. It'll make you feel so good when I'm through." 

"Oo, now it tickles!" she said, giggling and wriggling as he inserted the 
long, thin syringe through her well prepared hole. 

"Stay right where you are, " Walter said, and holding the syringe in its 
place, he pressed the clip on the pink rubber tubing. 

"Oh! Oh, Uncle Walter! OH! OH, UNCLE WALTER, MAKE IT STOP!" 

"Easy does it. You can do it. Just relax and get ready to hold it all in." 

She sobbed and pleaded and begged for him to stop. He soothed her and petted 
her beautiful ass and told her everything was going to be fine. Her words 
were lost in her sobbing, but Walter continued, determined to introduce her 
to the delights of the enema with at least a half bagful on her first time 
out. 

"Now hold it in, dear, " he said, easing the syringe back out. "And 
straighten up and turn around." 

"I can't! I can't hold it in!" she said, trembling with tenseness all over 
her beautiful body as she turned her tear streaked face to him. 

He told her she was doing just fine. He kissed and caressed her, played with 
her tits and felt he might change his mind in the future about those parts 
of a woman's body. Her distended belly made it look as if she was six months 
pregnant, absolutely beautiful. She was already breathing fast with her 
anguish, and the tempo of it stepped up when Walter's roving hand moved down 
to her cunt. 

He purred his words close to her trembling lips. "Mmm. Your pretty cunt's 
still nice and wet. Feel nice?" 

She quickly nodded. "But my tummy, it's so full it hurts!" 

"We'll make it all better. Stand over the toilet now with your legs wide 
apart, so I can play with your little cunt and make you feel good all over. 
And hold your water in till I tell you." 

"Yes, Uncle Walter!" She was hanging onto him as she waddled back over the 
open toilet. "Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Make me cum like you 
did before!" 

"Trust me to do that, " Walter said, and got his fingertip right on the 
quick of her clitoris. "I'll make you cum even better, starting right now!" 

"OH! OH, WALTER! ... OH! ... OH! .. . OH!" 

It was a beautiful sight to behold. She stood there with her feet spread 
wide apart and her head thrown back. Her mouth was wide open as she cried 
out in her ecstasies, and both of her hands were now clutching hard at her 
quivering tits. Her body was quivering everywhere as Walter finger fucked 
her. It was vibrating like the head of a snare drum as he said, "All right, 
darling. Now you can let it all go." 

"Uh...uh...UHOHHHHHHHHHH!" Her long, wailing outcry drowned out the sound of 
the rush of her water into the bowl. Walter kept steadily finger fucking her 
clitoris while the water gushed out and her trembling changed into twitching 
and writhing and jerking and she slowly collapsed on the toilet. She was 
still very beautifully cumming when he took his finger from out of her cunt, 
and now she was babbling almost incoherently as he laid his hand on her 
tossing head and guided her face toward his loins. 

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you're so wonderful! Uncle Walter, I'm still 
cumming! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! How can I ever .. . MMmmmmmm! Oh, Uncle 
Wal...ter, mmmmmmmm..." 

She was sucking his cock in a beautifully abandoned way. No technique at 
all, but plenty of licking and sucking and kissing the upright organ she 
held in her grasping hands. Walter's heavy creaming didn't slow her down a 
bit. More of his thick, slippery jism went onto her face and into her hair 
and on her hands and her pajama top than went into her belly. She was still 
coming down from her first enema aided orgasm when he convinced her to go 
for a second. 

It didn't take much convincing at all for that one, and she was the one who 
requested a third one. She took a whole bagful of soapy warm water on that 
one, and she held it all in for several sweet seconds after he'd told her to 
let it all go. By that time Walter's cock was up hard once again, and Cathy 
was giggling and squirming all over him and pleading for more. 

He told her it was time for him to tuck her in bed. She kept squirming her 
ass against the sink basin and gazing starry eyed at him while he washed her 
face, and she was the one who took his hand and led her to his bed. 

She lay there licking her lips and roving her hands all over her dear, sweet 
body, and watching him undress. She nodded her head and quickly turned over 
at his request, presenting her beautiful ass to him by the light of her 
bedside lamp. 

"You're going to love this, darling, " Walter said as he climbed up on her 
four poster with her. 

"I know I am! I just know it! Do hurry and put it in!" 

It was probably the most beautiful thing Walter would ever know in the years 
that were left to him, the sight of his grizzled old cock parting young, 
alabaster buttocks, the feel of it sliding deep in an eagerly reaching hole. 
She was tight, of course, and her slender, firm hips fit perfectly in his 
hands. He wanted to make it last forever, but with Cathy that was quite 
impossible. 

"Oh, Walter, I do like it! Oh, it feels wonderful! It feels just super good, 
but it makes my clitty itch so! Can I rub it a little while you fuck me like 
this! Walter, can I! Please, Walter, please let me play with my cunt!" 

Walter stayed her until just the right moment, then reached around her 
gyrating hips and pressed her hot button, triggering not one, but two 
soaring orgasms. He poured forth a gallon of jism. She squealed and thrashed 
and took it, with her asshole wildly demanding still more. He came as he 
hadn't cum in thirty years, and when he was finished, she nestled like a 
happy puppy in his arms. He knew it was wrong, but he had to ask the 
question. 

"Cathy, what about you and me getting married?" 

"Sure! I'd like that a lot." 

"I could make a big TV star out of you." 

"Ooo, that'd be fun." 

"And you'd be my little Enema Queen." 

"Ooooooo, every day and every night and all the time! Can we do it right 
now?" 

"In the morning. We'll have to get a license first. And I'll somehow have to 
get your mother's permission." 

She raised up to look at him and say, "Do you have to have a license to give 
enemas?" 

He chuckled and said, "To get married, dear. My God, me with a child bride. 
Let's kiss goodnight now and get some sleep." 

She gave him a kiss on the mouth and said, "Will you kiss me goodnight down 
here?" 

"Darling, I'm a little tired by now." 

"Ooo, but it itches again so bad." 

"For my Enema Queen, anything, " Walter said, and went to do her bidding, 
and found that he wasn't so tired at all. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Marcy's cunt was still tender and swollen when she walked up to Helga's 
front porch and rang the bell Her hair was done up in a bun, she was wearing 
a very plain dress and flat shoes, and looking altogether as matronly as she 
could manage to look. Helga answered the door in a long white terry cloth 
robe, and seemed startled to find that her caller was Marcy Cooper. She 
looked pale as she nervously asked Marcy inside. 

"I wasn't expecting company, but this is a pleasant surprise, " Helga said. 
"I was taking a nap." 

"At the end of a hard day's work?" Marcy said, looking disapprovingly up at 
the taller woman. 

"Yes, I, uh... May I get you some coffee? Or perhaps a glass of sherry?" 

"I think we might both appreciate a glass or two of sherry while we talk 
about Cathy, " Marcy replied. 

Marcy sat down on the couch while Helga went to get the wine. She didn't 
expect Helga to confess that she'd seduced Cathy, and her plan was to lead 
Helga to show that she was a lesbian before confronting her with the fact 
that Cathy had told her all about it. Helga returned with fresh make up on 
her face and a bottle of sherry and two glasses on a tray. The two women sat 
on the couch and sipped wine. Helga had no intentions whatsoever of making 
sexual advances at Marcy. She was deeply in love with her daughter, Cathy, 
and didn't really consider herself to be a lesbian at all. Both women were 
nervous, and each of them therefore was drinking the wine too fast. Marcy 
was looking ahead to the very near future, when they'd all be traveling 
together and promoting Cathy's career, and Helga was looking ahead to a time 
when she and Cathy could live together as lovers, and never have to see 
Marcy again. And Marcy was looking ahead to those times on the road when she 
could summon Helga to her bed and have the tall, blonde lesbian eat her 
cunt, while Helga was guiltily thinking back to how she had once again 
tricked Marcy's daughter into having sex with her that very afternoon. 

Marcy led the conversation all around the edges of female loneliness and 
masculine roughness. Helga kept leading it back to swimming and diving and 
women's athletics. The level of the wine in the bottle quickly diminished, 
and Marcy was feeling its effects as she tried a more direct approach. 

She cupped her hands under her tits and said, "I've been worrying lately 
that Cathy's been maturing too quickly. If her breasts get to be as big as 
mine, they'll interfere with her swimming speed." 

Helga knew very well Cathy's tits were already too big for a competitive 
swimmer, but she said, "Oh, no. This is nothing to worry about." 

Marcy smiled and went on fondling and cupping her tits. "Big tits are always 
an asset when it comes to nasty old men, but not when it comes to athletics. 
But you have a pair of big tits. Did that hurt your career as a diver?" 

"Not at all, " Helga lied, and watched as if paralyzed as Marcy reached out 
and untied her sash and opened her robe. 

"Beauties!" Marcy murmured, and indeed she hadn't expected to find such a 
pair of big, heavily pendant tits on a woman as slim as Helga. She tested 
their weight in her hands, feeling wonder-fully mischievous in teasing a 
lesbian like this. 

Helga still sat as if paralyzed. It was utterly weird to see and feel 
Cathy's mother's hands on her tits. Though she didn't like it at all, she 
couldn't help but react to it, for she couldn't help but think about Cathy's 
hands caressing her tits. Helga's nipples became stiff and elongated as 
Marcy toyed with her big, round tits. When Marcy's fingers gently pulled at 
her stiffened nipples, Helga very clearly felt it in her cunt. Helga was 
getting aroused and she didn't like it at all, and so she brushed Marcy's 
hands away from her and reached for the bottle to refill their glasses. 

Marcy giggled and sipped her wine and said, "Yeah, you've sure got'em. 
They're as big as mine, and my tits make it hard for me to swim fast. You 
want to see?" 

Helga sat nervously clutching her wine glass, then gulped down its contents 
as the smiling Marcy opened the front of her dress, baring a beautiful pair 
of tits. Helga's tits were big and round, drawn down into discoid shape by 
their weight. Marcy's tits were equally big, but much more conical and 
upright. Marcy's nipples were bright pink cones, turgidly stiff and pointing 
accusingly at Helga as Marcy warmly caressed the fully rounded under swells 
of her tits. Helga's nipples were larger, drawn down into ovals by the 
weight of her tits. 

Marcy reached behind her head and loosened her hair, and her lovely big tits 
swayed and jiggled as she shook out her long red tresses, fondling her tits 
once again, and saying, "Cathy tells me you've done your best to keep her 
tits from getting so big. Some sort of exercise. I suppose it's too late for 
me, but would you show me what it is you do with her?" 

Helga certainly didn't want to lay hands on Cathy's mother, but nevertheless 
her hands were reaching out and touching those beautiful tits. She stumbled 
and stammered through some sort of an explanation about breast reduction 
massage while Marcy sighed and smiled and inched closer to her on the couch. 

Now that she'd touched Marcy's tits, Helga didn't want to let them go. Of 
course they were wonderfully sensuous to touch and a perfect delight to 
caress, but they were also a preview of Cathy's tits as the girl grew into a 
woman. More than slightly drunk by then, Helga dreamed on to her future with 
Cathy as she fondled and squeezed the big tits of Cathy's mother. 

Marcy was getting drunk, too, and certainly getting aroused. She had worn 
neither panties nor bra beneath her dress, and as her daughter's lesbian 
lover played with her tits, she could feel the soreness of her cunt being 
replaced by very moist comfort. Looking down at Helga's long, graceful hands 
caressing her tits, she was now looking forward to sometime soon when 
Cathy's hands would be there, too. Why not? From what she'd so far 
experienced of lesbian sex, it was certainly thrilling. And it would be even 
more thrilling with two women loving her up, one of whom was her daughter. 
Furthermore, with both Marcy and Helga helping Cathy in her career, she 
would surely succeed without any help from Walter. The Olympics, Hollywood, 
TV, anything seemed possible to conquer with their triple charms. 

"Mmm. Your hands feel so nice on my tits. D'you mind?" Marcy said, and 
reached for Helga's warm globes. "So much better than a man's hands. Don't 
you think?" 

"I... have very little experience with men, " Helga said, by then completely 
mesmerized by Marcy's big tits in her hands, and by Marcy's hands softly 
working on her naked tits. 

"I can't understand why, " Marcy said, moving closer still, and successfully 
hiking the hem of her skirt past mid thigh as she did so. "You've not only 
got a beautiful pair of tits, you're a very beautiful woman. So warm and 
soft and loving, I'd think every man you met would be after you." 

"I've been pursued. I've been caught. But the men who've caught me have all 
been disappointed, and haven't come back to try again. You have very 
beautiful tits, too, Marcy. I'll bet you have no trouble with your men." 

"No trouble except getting tired of them with their rough hands and their 
hard old cocks. I much prefer softness, " said Marcy, licking her very soft 
lips with a tongue that was too inviting for Helga to resist. 

It seemed as if Helga was kissing Cathy at first. But Cathy's sweet lips 
never tasted of the mature, womanly lust that flowed forth from the lips of 
her mother. What began as a soft touching of lips suddenly zoomed into a 
hot, closely clasping embrace, with both women now mauling the tits they'd 
been fondling, and each of them probing deeply with her tongue in search of 
more of the taste of the other. When the long kiss was ended, both women 
were panting and looking hotly into each other's eyes. 

"Helga, what are you doing to me?" Marcy ardently asked. 

"I didn't mean to ... " Helga's words were cut off by Marcy's hot mouth, 
demanding and giving much more of the sample they'd already taken. 

They strained at each other now, twisting ever closer on the couch. Helga's 
robe had come open and Marcy's hands were inside it, and Marcy's skirt was 
now up to her hips and Helga's hand was clutching hard at her soft, full 
thigh. Helga was still getting jumbled up flashes that this was Cathy in her 
arms, but Cathy had never responded with such demanding ardor to any of the 
kisses they had shared in this house. 

Marcy suddenly pushed Helga away, then grabbed her and kissed her again. She 
was really very hot, but acting much hotter, and doing her best to make it 
seem as if Helga was the aggressor. 

"What are you doing to me?" said Marcy. "My God, I've never felt this way 
with a man in my life. Helga, how can we keep away from each other when we 
go with Cathy to her swim meets? I had no idea you were a lesbian. I never 
dreamed any woman could make me feel that way, too. If we go on, Cathy's 
sure to find out about us. And when she does, we're sure to drag her right 
into bed with us. Helga, we've got to stop this madness!" Marcy said, and 
threw herself at the highly aroused and hotly confused blonde and kissed her 
more passionately still. 

Helga didn't know who it was she had in her arms, and she could no longer 
care. She had hot, lusting feminine beauty all around her, and although her 
eyes were closed, she could clearly see it was Cathy Cooper she held in her 
arms. She saw Cathy and some other woman she didn't care who thrashing and 
wrestling naked on a bed. 

There were enough silken arms and legs to make it seem as if there were 
three women there on the couch, and certainly enough naked tits. 

Helga found her hand was up under a skirt and encountering naked cunt, all 
hot and wet and hairy. For an instant she realized it was the cunt of 
Cathy's mother she was feeling, but then a pair of warm thighs closed hard 
on her hand and it didn't matter whose cunt it was. At that moment, Helga 
gave up any pretense of being less than a lusting lesbian and cast aside any 
restraints. 

"Just relax, my pretty, " Helga purred at the delicate ear of the girl she 
was with. "We're alone and no one can see us. I'll make you feel so good. 
What a warm, lovely cunt you've got. And such gorgeous big tits. This kind 
of love is the best there is. Relax. Lie back. I'll make you feel better 
than you ever dreamed you could feel. I'll make it so you'll laugh at the 
next man who tries to shove his dirty cock up your beautiful cunt." 

All aglow with good feeling, Marcy lay back on the couch, quite ready to 
receive the ardent attentions of this woman who needed her so, and who would 
do all in her power not only to make Cathy famous and Marcy rich, but also 
do all she could to satisfy them both sexually. As Helga buried her mouth in 
Marcy's soft throat and warmly rubbed at her cunt, Marcy smiled at the 
thought of her doing those same thing to her in a Hollywood hotel suite. As 
Helga cast off her terrycloth robe and started lavishly kissing Marcy's 
lolling tits, Marcy could see it all happening just like that in a New York 
penthouse. Marcy spread her naked legs and settled down to enjoy the first 
of thousands of cunt kissing she'd get from this woman as they traveled all 
over the world. 

Marcy's dress was all bunched up about her waist. Helga's hot kisses went up 
and down from there to Marcy's panting mouth several times before they 
crossed that border of twisted cloth. Marcy indeed had a gorgeous cunt, a 
triangular patch of silky red hair set closely between a pair of soft, 
superbly tanned thighs. Consumed by the freedom of being an all out lesbian 
at last, Helga had to have all of that beautiful cunt. And Marcy certainly 
wanted her to have it. 

"Yes, darling! Oh, please!" Marcy said, with her hand on the back of Helga's 
neck. "Oh, how I want to feel your hot mouth on my cunt. I've had it done 
for me before, but only by dirty old men, and never by a beautiful woman 
like you. Ever since I first saw you I wanted to feel your mouth down there 
between my legs, kissing me, sucking me, making me feel like a woman at 
last. Kiss it, darling! Helga, put your beautiful mouth on my beautiful cunt 
and kiss it and suck it all over!" 

Inspired by this, Helga climbed up on the couch to get her hot face 
completely in between the legs of this beautiful woman so willing to 
surrender herself completely to the delights of lesbian love. Her cunt was a 
deep split, edged with lips whose pink flesh showed up brightly and wetly 
through the silky red hair of her cunt. Helga lowered her face and kissed 
all through the red hair, felt a sustaining surge of lesbian lust as the 
woman below her arched up her body to offer her more of her cunt. 

Helga was grinning as she covered the cunt with hot kisses, avoiding the 
most sensitive parts of the cunt, those parts which she knew so well, and 
building the woman up to a frenzy of wanting and sharing before she would go 
on to satisfy her as she'd never been satisfied before. She wanted this 
woman begging and pleading before that would happen. She wanted this woman 
completely enslaved to the touch of another woman's mouth on her cunt, so 
much so that she'd never again look at a man without laughing at him. 
Without even extending her tongue from her hotly kissing mouth, Helga soon 
had the red haired cunt dancing and leaping and reaching before her face. 
Then she threw one leg over the writhing body on her couch and moved in with 
her flashing tongue and her sucking lips. 

The first stab of the lesbian's long warm tongue through her slit brought 
Marcy on up to orgasm. She'd been led to that point very beautifully, and 
now as she reached it she cried out in her ecstasy and clutched at whatever 
she could in her burgeoning need to hold onto the pleasures she felt in her 
cunt. Her hands clasped around Helga's silken smooth arms that seemed 
thicker than they should have been, and Marcy opened her eyes to realize she 
was holding Helga's legs. 

Not a foot before her face was Helga's cunt, a thick tangle of blonde hair 
that was somehow very wildly beautiful. Panting and arching her orgasming 
body upward, Marcy clung to the legs and stared at the cunt and let the good 
feeling flow. Helga was right, what woman needed a dirty old man when she 
could feel like this? Who needed a gnarled old cock in her cunt when soft 
warm tongues such as Helga's were available? Who needed a hairy old back to 
hang onto when there were smooth, long flanks like these to stroke? Marcy 
stretched out in her orgasmic luxury and felt the far more sensuous flesh of 
Helga's love, slim ass cheeks, and her hands closed on these and squeezed 
very fondly to show Helga that all of her tongue lashing were greatly 
appreciated. 

Helga settled down to eating cunt. She knew it wasn't the adored little cunt 
of Cathy Cooper she was eating, but by then she knew she was such a complete 
lesbian that any cunt at all would do. Why should she fight when those urges 
were very natural to herself? 

She licked and kissed through the plump wet lips of this woman's hot cunt. 
She breathed in its fragrance and lapped up its goodness and went back for 
more. She fastened her lips around the cunt's throbbing clitoris and she 
wriggled her belly closer against the soft, warm pair of tits underneath 
her. 

Marcy saw Helga's cunt coming down to her face and at first she tried to 
escape it. She tried to twist her face away, but all that her panting mouth 
encountered was more of the satiny flesh of the thighs that her hands had 
been appreciating. Her hands were now locked on Helga's ass cheeks, for they 
felt so superb she couldn't let go of them. Still the hairy tangle of 
Helga's crotch descended, so close now that Marcy could see the long slit 
that ran through the matted and tufted hair. There seemed to be no escaping 
from Helga's cunt, though Marcy tried. Still closer it came, and now Marcy's 
hands went to Helga's slim hips to push them away. But now Helga's tits 
could be felt on her belly, and that sweet sensation brought on yet another 
peak in Marcy's orgasm, and as she writhed and arched in response to it, her 
face lifted up into the aura of Helga's cuntal scent. 

Marcy had been smelling it all along, and being repelled by it. But now when 
the gust of it hit her, it seemed like the essence of musky perfume. She 
raised up her head once again, breathing deeply, and the musk was so strong 
that she had to have more of it still. Her arms encircled Helga's 
athletically soft hips. Her nose brushed against tendrils of hair as she 
inhaled again. Another orgasmic peak seized Marcy and made her cling even 
harder to the wonderful woman who made it all possible, and now her whole 
face was enveloped in the hairy, musky, hot loins of another woman, and she 
almost fainted with the overwhelming scent of sex. 

But it was the taste that seduced her. She couldn't help but taste it, for 
her lips were pressed against cuntal lips, those latter lips were all plump 
and slippery, deliciously scented and tasting even better than they smelled. 
Marcy thrust out her tongue tip for one little taste of pure cunt, and her 
arms locked around Helga's hips to mash the cunt hard on her mouth. 

Helga's orgasm came more from surprise than from pure sensation. She hadn't 
had her cunt sucked since she was a girl, and she certainly didn't reject 
its sucking now. She waddled her hips in the tightly encircling arms and 
squirmed her cunt down on the face of the woman below her, and the woman 
responded with ardor. 

Marcy was being suffocated with cunt and she loved it! Her fingers dug deep 
into Helga's buttocks and her tongue flashed through Helga's hot, wet slit. 
It wasn't enough! Marcy had to have more, and to this end she thrashed and 
heaved and succeeded in getting them both on their sides, where she could 
push Helga's legs very widely apart and make a feast of her cunt. 

It was all there before her! Fuck hole and cunt lips and clitoris and hair, 
taste and smell and orgasming woman flesh, all these were hers! She had 
often sixty-nined with a man, but never with a woman, and perhaps it was 
this and the wickedness of it that made her demand still more. 

Helga found that the woman whose cunt she was eating was agile as well as 
strong. She found herself wrestled onto her back while her cunt was being 
devoured. It wasn't just her cunt, it was her entire crotch that was being 
sucked and licked and kissed and lapped to such an enormous extent that all 
she could do was cum, cum, CUM! She couldn't even pay proper attention to 
the wet, matted cunt that writhed before her upturned face. It was all she 
could do to hold onto her sanity while orgasms burst and burst inside her to 
almost a point of pain. 

"YES!" Helga cried. "EAT MY CUNT! LICK IT, SUCK IT, DARLING, MAKE ME CUM! 

URRRRRRRRRGH! OH, MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN LOVER, EAT MY CUNT!" 

Marcy needed no further encouragement at this, but it was most welcome. She 
burrowed her face still deeper into the wide open crotch, kissing wildly, 
clasping closely against the slim, frenzied body beneath her, still cumming 
herself though now there was nothing but hot breath and hot words kissing 
her cunt. She was savage in her attack upon Helga's cunt. The wildness she 
knew had to be shared, and this was the woman to share it with, now and 
forever. She used every part of her very wet face from her chin to her nose 
in her frantic efforts to make Helga feel as she was feeling. 

"OH! OH, IT'S TOO MUCH!" Helga cried, orgasming painfully hard now, and 
unable to keep from orgasming still more. "CATHY, STOP! CATHY, LET ME REST 
FOR A MOMENT! OH! OH, CATHY, PLEASE!" 

Marcy didn't know if she was Marcy or Cathy. All she knew was that she was 
eating cunt at last, after having deprived herself of this great joy for far 
too long. Every touch of Helga's hands, every taste of her slippery hot cunt 
sustained Marcy's orgasm, until at last she couldn't bear the sweet burden 
of that any more. 

Marcy hugged Helga's cunt to her face with all of her might. She tried to 
climb into that cunt face first, hoping never to see or feel another 
troublesome cock for as long as she lived. Men were the source of all her 
trouble, women were the relief from all care. Marcy sucked cunt till she was 
exhausted. She collapsed on top of the wonderful Helga panting and saying, 
"The three of us ...you and me and Cathy. Between the three of us, we'll 
cunt fuck and tongue fuck every diving judge in the world, and we'll get to 
the top. Cunts, give me cunts, give me nothing but cunts and success!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Marcy slipped off into a heavy slumber, so heavy that she didn't wake up 
when Helga wriggled out from under her. Helga sat down on the floor beside 
the couch to recover from the unexpected onslaught of Marcy's lesbian lusts. 
She didn't want to experience that sort of thing again, not with any woman, 
and especially not with the mother of the girl she loved. The thing Marcy 
Cooper had done and said frightened Helga. She feared for Cathy's future and 
she had to do something about her fears. 

Marcy might wake up at any moment. Helga got up and threw a coat over her 
naked body, wanting to be gone from the house and on her way to Cathy's 
rescue before her violently lustful mother awoke. She had no plan for Cathy 
other than to get her away from the life of the rapacious lesbian that her 
mother apparently had in mind for her. 

Ten minutes later, Helga was at the Cooper house. She got in through the 
unlocked back door and went through the house softly calling for Cathy. She 
was shocked at the sight she beheld in the girl's bedroom. 

Cathy lay on the bed naked, arms and legs splayed in the tangle of her sex 
reeking bedclothes. And there below her, half on and half off the bed, lay 
the equally naked body of Walter Van Blancen, Marcy's partner in her 
nefarious scheme to promote the career of her innocent daughter through sex. 
It was all very clear to Helga then, and it so infuriated her that she 
snatched up a hairbrush from Cathy's dresser and attacked the sleeping form 
of the filthy old rapist seducer with fury and vengeance. 

Walter had fallen asleep while nursing on the cunt of the beautiful virgin 
Cathy. He awoke to a rain of blows being delivered by the lesbian who had 
already ravished the girl he intended to marry. Cathy slept on through it 
all as at first Walter tried to defend himself, then launched himself at 
Helga Rasmussen with an anger he hadn't felt in years. 

She swung at him as he drove her back out of Cathy's bedroom, defending 
against her shower of blows with his elbows and forearms. She was calling 
him a rapist and a pervert and a filthy old man, and he was dodging and 
ducking and warding off blows till he could mount a counterattack. 

"OOF!" He drove the wind out of her by burying his shoulder in her 
shockingly fragile midsection. His force drove her backwards across the 
room, where she staggered about, clutching at her belly and dropping the 
hairbrush. Walter snatched it up and swung it at her, landing a resoundingly 
good smack with the flat of it as she leaped and tried to twist away. Now he 
saw she had nothing on under her coat, and he knew she'd come there to slip 
into Cathy's bed and further pervert her. He kept on with his attack, 
yanking her coat aside to land hard, smacking blows on the bare flesh of her 
twisting, retreating body. 

Helga's retreat was panicked and blind, and it led her into Marcy's bedroom. 
She was dodging and twisting in every direction, quite in vain, as the 
cruelly smiling rapist continued with his sadistic attack. She stumbled back 
against Marcy's bed, recovered and tried to dart for the door. He caught her 
by the tail of her coat and ripped that garment from her as he threw her 
down on the bed. 

Walter's wild fury mounted at the sight of the naked body that had embraced 
Cathy Cooper's naked form. He threw himself at Helga and pinned her down. He 
wanted to strangle the woman, but reason prevailed, and he therefore 
straddled the thrashing small of her back and started to seriously punish 
her. 

The back of the hairbrush was turning her asscheeks from pink to rosy red. 
That, and the frenzied wriggling of her back against Walter's balls had his 
cock on the rise. He ignored the loveliness of her ass, for this was a 
lesbian seductress, the lowest kind of woman in the world. He couldn't 
change what she'd already done to Cathy, but he might be able to make her 
think several times before doing it to some other young innocent like her. 

Now the backs of her thighs were reddening under his paddling, too. Still he 
kept on, concentrating on her slim, oval buttocks, making them leap and 
quiver and jump under his punishing hand. She was sobbing quite loudly and 
writhing less, but still Walter's cock remained firmly upright, like a high 
priest overseeing the punishment of a sinner. Now she stopped altogether in 
her struggling, and Walter paused to catch his breath. Her buttocks were 
beautifully red, like a flaming sunset, and they felt satisfyingly hot to 
the touch. But even blistered buttocks would heal, and soon enough the 
lesbian would be back to her old filthy tricks with young girls. A spanking 
wasn't nearly enough of a lesson for a woman like this, and Walter had the 
means at hand to properly punish her. He climbed off her back and rolled her 
over and parted her legs very widely. 

She was breathing very fast through her open mouth, but she seemed to be 
unconscious. With her arms flung out from her sides, her big, flattened tits 
reminded him of a pair of especially soft and lovely buttocks which were 
capped with big nipples. Her waist was incredibly long and slim, her hips 
were sleek and narrow, and her filthy blonde cunt was the trap that had 
lured countless girls to the lesbian way of life. It was so big and 
beautiful and hairy and wet that Walter felt like burying his own face in it 
for just a few seconds, so he knew very well how Helga's girls lost their 
heads over her. Cock in hand, he positioned himself over her panting, 
sweating body and proceeded to ravish her thoroughly. 

"Ow!" They both cried out in unison, though Helga's outcry was by far the 
most piercing and sharp. Walter's cry came from having his hard cock bent 
double as he tried to jam it in through the lesbian's fuck hole. Helga's cry 
came from the very stout club that had hit her cunt. 

Small as Walter's cock was, Helga's fuck hole was smaller. He couldn't 
believe it, he thought she was fighting the penetration with powerful cuntal 
muscles, and he continued to try to force his cock inside her. Helga, 
weakened by the cruel beating, did all she could to escape from more cuntal 
pain, twisting and turning under his heavy, naked body, crying out and 
begging him to stop. 

Her pleading only further enraged him. He shoved even harder, felt his stiff 
cock bent double again, and now as he backed off to lunge once again, she 
managed to twist away from him. 

She was crawling rapidly over the bed. He could see her lesbian's cunt 
mocking him from between her long, slim thighs. He caught her ankle and 
dragged her back, determined now to fuck her in the most primitive and 
humiliated of manners, dog fashion, for she was a bitch. 

Her struggling hips were hot in his hands from the beating he'd given her 
when he got her into position. Her ass cheeks were even hotter against his 
belly as he shoved and probed at her still resisting cunt with his cock. It 
was all slick and slippery wet down there in the hair, but still not wet 
enough to let him get in. He drew back for one more attempt, she dodged, and 
his cock plunged inside her asshole. 

"YAAA A A A A A!" Helga had no idea what it was, pain or pleasure, but she'd 
never felt anything close to it in her life. And, not knowing what it was, 
she had to feel more. Gone was any fatigue she had felt. Gone was the pain 
of the beating. What came on in place of those thing was every bit of her 
splendidly trained and conditioned body as it reached out in every direction 
for more of the wonderful thing in her asshole. 

Walter no longer quite knew what he had ahold of, but he knew he couldn't 
let go. Her asshole was nice and tight and good and slick from her cunt 
juice, but that was the smallest part of the action in this marvelous butt 
fuck he'd quite literally fallen into. The lesbian was going wild! Her body 
was like a serpent's body, souped-up on high speed drugs, but still 
supremely sensuous and soft. She was sweating and it made her body slick, 
though never once as slick as the tight little hole that was so wildly, so 
crazily massaging his cock. He forgot about his revenge for the moment, more 
than content to hold onto her jerking and gyrating hips while she thrashed 
up the bed and ripped her hot asshole up and down the length of his cock. 

"Urrrrrgh! URRRRRGH! OH OH OH, URR RRRGGH!" 

The groans came up from the depths of Helga's bowels, gained momentum in her 
guts, swept down through her cunt, and exploded in a fresh fucking frenzy. 
What she'd experienced at first penetration, fantastic as it had been, now 
paled into nothing as this thing hit her. She realized it was only an 
orgasm, something that happened to other women daily, but that made it no 
less astounding to her when she felt it. 

It seized her and shook her, inside and out, and made her aware that she was 
a woman. Her nipples, her toenails, the lobes of her ears, every part of her 
body came awake as a woman, and especially her hotly flying, ever squirming 
ass. Hot chills raced about in her body, seeking somewhere that wasn't 
already in orgasm and, finding none, they burst forth through her brain. She 
thought she'd go mad, and she loved the feeling and clutched back behind her 
for more of it. 

Her fingers dug deep in his hips. She lost control of her body, and it 
arched forward, shivering and shaking, her asshole keeping very tight hold 
on his precious cock. She teetered on the tightrope of total insanity, 
wringing every last bit of ecstasy from the wonderful cock of this wonderful 
man, and then she twisted her head about to look over her shoulder in 
disbelief at the man who had done this thing to her. 

"Did you cum?" Walter said. "Yes!" she replied, as a wonderful aftershock 
hit her, ripping up and down her taut body, making her grind her hot ass 
cheeks still harder against Walter's wonderfully hard, hairy loins. 

"Then why must you fuck with girls like Cathy?" Walter demanded, lunged his 
cock up through her ass. 

There was no way Helga could answer, for that one lunge of his sent off into 
new paroxysms of heavy, orgasmic pleasure. She could neither speak nor see 
as Walter's pistoning cock plunged in and out of her asshole. All she could 
do was feel the. violently exquisite sensations of massaged all over, from 
the inside out, all she could hear were sirens going off inside her and all 
she could see was a vivid violet starburst of dazzling intensity. Still 
holding hard to his hips, she bent forward to give him more of her ass to 
fuck and to feel more of his cock reaming in and out through her most 
grateful asshole. She had never before thought about the fact that there 
might be nerve ending inside her back there, but now she became acquainted 
with each and every one through the heavenly miracle of Walter's hard cock 
jamming and slipping and sliding in and out through her butt. Those nerve 
ending there sent transmissions on through the rest of her body, and she was 
all aflutter everywhere when Walter's cock once again came to rest, balls 
deep between her flaming buttocks. 

"With a body like yours, you could have any man you want. Why pick on 
girls?" Walter asked her. "Nice and slim, not half a pound of fat anywhere 
on you, and a set of tits that could get you on the cover of a magazine. Too 
bad you just go for girls." 

Helga couldn't explain to him just then that the only thing in the world she 
went for was his cock up her ass. Girls? As far as she was concerned just 
then, she was the only girl in the world, and he was the one who had proven 
that. As he'd spoken, he'd looked with his hands for that pound of fat on 
her long, slender body. That hadn't started her cumming again, but it had 
started her writhing in sensual ecstasy. When he'd mentioned his admiration 
for her tits, he'd put Ms hands there, and that had started the first 
roaring of orgasm. And those had started her hips to flying, zooming her up 
to the peak of her climax and holding her there while she bumped and jammed 
and shoved her red hot ass back against Walter in an all out effort to feel 
more and still more of the fast flying friction of his cock. For a moment 
she feared she was raking long gashes down his hips with her clawing hands. 
Then she didn't care. Nothing at all mattered between them except having him 
close like this, with his cock in her asshole like this, with his hands on 
her tits and his hot breath panting hard at her ear. His cock came to a halt 
in her asshole, and her explosively hot orgasm continued on a lower level as 
she tried to twist about and kiss his dear face and tell him she was his 
forever. 

"If you cum like this with a man, " Walter said, before Helga could speak, 
"you must go completely out of your mind with a woman. I've got a good mind 
to cunt fuck you and see how you like that. Is that hole open to me now? 
Would you still fight back if I slipped my hard cock in you here?" 

"FUCK ME IN THE ASS!" Helga screamed, as Walter's hand went to her cunt. 

"MY CUNT IS TOO SMALL FOR A COCK, BUT MY ASSHOLE IS YOURS, NOW AND FOREVER!" 
she cried, doing her best to prove that with her asshole as well as with her 
words. 

Just as he'd suggested, she was now completely out of her mind. His one hand 
on her cunt, rubbing and frigging and pulling at her clitoris, his other 
hand on her tits, roiling and rolling them both and pulling at their 
nipples, were marvelous supplements to the hot driving friction of his cock, 
a friction Helga was now producing in many ways. 

"I DON'T WANT ANY GIRLS! I WANT YOU IN MY ASS!" she shouted, reaching for 
him with everything she had. 

To an outside observer it may have seemed as if the long, slender, big 
titted blonde was trying to escape from the buggering, for her elegant legs 
were going through all the motions of running and her hips were surging 
forward and back. The scissoring of her legs served to squirm her quivering 
buttocks hard against him and his cock, and the surging motions of her hips 
sucked his cock in and out of her faster and deeper than ever. Helga's body 
was running and flying in place, but the clue for the outside observer as to 
her demanding need to stay right where she was, was her hands reaching back 
to hold onto Walter's ass. 

"IT'S TOO SWEET, IT'S TOO GOOD, I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE PERFECTION!" Helga 
shrieked. "CUM IN ME, SHOOT IN ME, GUSH IN ME, GIVE ME AN ENEMA WITH YOUR 
WONDERFUL JISM!" 

That five letter word pulled a trigger inside Walter's body, and Helga's 
wildly contorting body pulled that trigger down. The trigger sent off 
rockets of jism blazing with tails of magnesium white that went shooting up 
through his balls "OH! YES! CUMMING! ENEMA! CUMMING!" Walter cried, 
helplessly thrashing and churning against this marvelous woman, helplessly 
shooting long, searing streamers of jism up between her squirming buttocks 
and deep inside the tight ring of her pulsing, throbbing asshole. 

"MORE! Please give me MORE!" Helga shouted, moving like lightning in every 
direction, twisting about to lavish kisses on his panting mouth, sandwiching 
his hands between her hands and her tits and her cunt, and feeling his cock 
grow to astonishing proportions each time it spurted a fresh surge of jism 
inside her sparkling, vibrantly soaring body. 

"No more. No more for now, " Walter said, lest his balls join his jism and 
come rushing up through the end of his cock. 

"But you will stay with me a while?" Helga plaintively asked. 

Walter's cock had never found a hotter, tighter, altogether sweeter hole to 
rest in. It soaked there most happily in the steadily pulsing ring as he 
smiled and said, "Yes, for a while. But don't you want to get back and take 
more advantage of poor little Cathy?" 

"Walter, I only tried to help her!" said Helga, twisting about to convince 
him with her eyes as well as with her words, and by so doing eking another 
lovely little gusher of jism from out of his cock. "If we played some sex 
games together, it was only because we were lonely, and because she needed 
someone to hold in the urges awakening in her. Yes, I've laid with other 
women, but I swear that will never happen again. Now that I've known a real 
man you, Walter, my beloved, I will do without sex completely unless I can 
have you again. Walter, believe me, I need you!" 

"You need me to fuck you in the ass?" 

"Yes! Ohhhh, yes!" she declared, shivers going through her again, feverish 
shivers she'd never known before. 

"You mean you like me to, uh, well, give you an enema with my cock?" 

Helga's hot writhing ceased and she went rigid. She looked back over her 
smooth, soft shoulder beseechingly and said, "Did I say that, too? I must 
confess to you. My father used to give me enemas, and that was the closest 
thing to true ecstasy I have ever known up till nowAnd then later, when I 
had failed in my career as a diver, I became a physical therapist, and I 
administered high colonics to many people. And Walter, I liked that, I did. 
I... I have something strange in me about giving and taking enemas, but you 
must know everything about me. Are you terribly disappointed in me?" 

Walter drew in a long breath before he answered, "Helga, I don't believe 
you. It's something I'll have to see for myself. While I was with Cathy and 
by the way, I did not fuck that poor, lonely girl, I happened to see an 
enema bag hanging up in her bathroom." 

He felt Helga's body shiver against him. He felt her temperature rise 
several degrees. And he certainly felt her asshole close upon his cock now 
She looked close to fainting and every part of her body was in soft, 
squirming motion again as she said, 'Do you want me to go get it?" 

Walter shook his head, for his cock was fully hard once again, and he said, 
"In a while. Don't be impatient. First let's see if we can get you up on 
your hands and knees without letting my cock slip out of your adorable 
little asshole." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Marcy's brother, Barlow Johnson, parked his battered old pickup truck in 
front of her house and got out. It was just after dawn, and Barlow had 
already tended to all the chores on his ranch in the hills outside the city, 
although it wasn't his ranch any more as of that day. He had sold it, and 
now he was in the city to pick up his son, Johnny, and take him on a long 
camping trip before buying some undeveloped land and establishing another 
ranch. 

He didn't expect anyone to be awake at his sister's house yet, so he didn't 
bother to ring the bell. He went around to the rear and found the back door 
open, and he entered the house. He figured on taking a shower and having a 
shave, having some breakfast and talking with his sister, and then taking 
off with his son on their trip. 

Not wanting to track up Marcy's carpets, he took off his shoes in her 
kitchen before going farther into the house. Not aware that Johnny slept out 
in the poolside cabana, Barlow looked for the boy's bedroom. He found 
Marcy's bedroom first, and smiled and shook his head at the sight of the 
woman he thought to be Marcy who was sleeping in the bed. She and some guy 
were huddled under the covers, and Barlow quietly retreated. He found the 
second bedroom of the house had been converted into a TV room. In the third 
bedroom, he found his niece Cathy sleeping, and he didn't retreat from 
there. 

She had grown quite a bit since he'd last seen her. And he could see all of 
her now because she was naked as a jaybird and the covers of her bed were 
thrown out all around her. She sure was a good looking girl. She had a 
really nice set of tits on her, very plumply conical, and capped with the 
prettiest pink aureoles and nipples he'd seen in a long, long time. Her body 
was slim and her skin was pure satin and softness, without a wrinkle or a 
blemish. She looked amazingly healthy in spite of her city upbringing. Flung 
out in every direction, her long legs and arms looked extremely graceful. 
Her lovely face was sweet and innocent in repose, rosy pink lips slightly 
parted, long brown lashes kissing her smooth young cheeks. And there between 
her legs was nestled the cutest little cunt he'd ever seen in all his life, 
all pink and sweet and open and so very inviting he had to stand there and 
smile at it while he rubbed his cock through his soiled blue overalls. 

Barlow had himself a good long look at his niece. Being the parent of a 
teenager himself, he knew she wouldn't wake up that easily at this time of 
day. And if she did, it was only her old Uncle Barlow there in the room with 
her, and she'd find no fault with that. He was still looking back at her as 
he went on into her bathroom, and she was still sleeping so soundly she 
wouldn't be disturbed by the sounds of his bathing. 

He left the door open while he scrubbed with her scented soap. The clothes 
he'd left piled in a corner of his bathroom stunk when he got out of the 
shower. He could see her in the mirror while he scraped off his week's 
growth of beard. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stood in her 
bathroom doorway to look at her and do a little daydreaming while she slept. 

Barlow Johnson wasn't tall, but he was big. He had thick, sloping shoulders, 
heavy arms, and a deep, hairy chest. His waist was thick, but it wasn't 
layered with fat. His buttocks were large, and so were his thighs and 
calves, and his cock was so big and powerful it easily lifted the hem of the 
towel and peered out at Cathy with him. Barlow covered his cock as best he 
could with the towel before walking silently forward and sitting down on 
Cathy's bed. 

She woke up and squealed, yanked a sheet up over her fine big upstanding 
tits, and then recognized him. Through her brief panic, Barlow sat smiling 
and silent, and then she calmed down a bit and said, "Uncle Barlow! I didn't 
recognize you without your ...without your whiskers." 

"And without my clothes. I'm just passin' through. Where's Johnny?" 

Cathy told him where Johnny slept, but Barlow stayed where he was, for he'd 
always liked Cathy and he hadn't seen a pretty girl in a long time. Very 
soon she calmed down. He told her about his plans and kept up a slow 
conversation while he kept crossing his legs and brushing his hands over his 
big, thick cock to keep it from itching too bad while they talked. She 
glanced down there once and then several more times, and a lovely pink blush 
suffused her cheeks, reminding him of the color of her nipples. He 
accidentally let the towel slip aside. 

"Oh, Uncle Barlow!" She cowered back from him, but she didn't look away from 
the bulbous big knob of his cock that lurked out from under the edge of the 
towel. 

He chuckled and said he was sorry, but he didn't cover it up. He said, "If a 
gal's never seen one before, she don't know what it is. And if she has seen 
a man's cock, she knows it's nothin' to be afraid of. What kind of a gal are 
you, Cathy?" 

He stretched, and his cock rose right up through the gap in the towel. "Oh, 
Uncle Barlow!" Cathy exclaimed, and scrambled back and got up on her knees, 
holding the sheet up in front of her, but not in front of one of her tits. 
Eyes wide and blinking, mouth open wide enough to take in a cock even as big 
as Barlow's, she stayed there on her knees with one of her tits so 
invitingly naked that Barlow couldn't think of leaving her then. 

Barlow patted the bed beside him and said, "Come on, sit down. You got no 
call to be afraid o' me. Sit down, let's talk some more. It's been a long 
time since I talked all alone with a pretty young gal like you, and you know 
I ain't gonna hurt you." 

Staring all the way, fumbling about with the bedsheet in front of her, Cathy 
sat down beside him again. He rattled on about this thing and that, and she 
kept looking at his cock. He scratched at it, shifted it about, even stroked 
it, and she kept twisting the sheet against her tits and looking at it with 
increasing, anxiety. 

At last she blurted out, "Uncle Barlow, you've got such a big one! I didn't 
know men's thing got so big!" 

Barlow sighed and moved closer. His knee nudged against Cathy's as he parted 
his thighs, exposing the proportionate size of his big, hairy balls and 
letting the towel stay behind so all of his very thick cock stood stoutly up 
from his loins. He sighed again and said, "I might be bigger than most, I 
don't know. I know I never had a woman complain about my cock. You want to 
feel how hard a cock can get? Here, gimme your hand." 

He had to pull her hand away from her breast. It came slowly and jerkily in 
his big paw, and it jerked away the moment it first touched his cock, but 
then quickly grabbed it, exclaiming, "Uncle Barlow, it feels so hot!" 

"Hot and hard and horny, " he chuckled. "Your hand feels nice and cool on 
it. And soft. Go on, take a good grip on it. You sure can't hurt it, and it 
sure does feel good on this end. Rub it a little, stroke it a little, like 
this, " Barlow said, and wrapped his big hand around his cock and gave it a 
few good strokes. 

Cathy pushed his hand aside and grabbed it with both of hers. The sheet fell 
away, laying both of her lovely young tits bare, but she noticed that not at 
all as she stroked his cock with both hands, saying, "Like this? Is that the 
way to do it? Oh, Uncle Barlow, it's so big and hot and hard!" 

"A whole lot harder than these, " Barlow said, and reached up and ran his 
callused hand over her tits. 

She stopped her stroking and started panting, looking down at his hand at 
play on her tits. She stifled a gasp when he pulled at her pretty pink 
nipples, nice and gentle, and when he gently squeezed one of her tits, she 
closed her eyes and squeezed his cock very hard in her little hands. A 
shiver shook her body. She opened her eyes and started stroking his cock and 
breathing fast again. Barlow scooted conveniently closer and got both his 
hands on her tits. 

"You been lettin' all the boys in the neighborhood put their cocks up your 
cunt, Cathy? Do you like to fuck?" 

Her cheeks flushed even brighter and she shook her head, but she went on 
stroking and squeezing Barlow's cock. 

He slipped his hands down to her waist, roved them around there, and she sat 
more upright and writhed like a snake charmer's cobra in every direction. He 
glanced back over his shoulder and said, "Your mom's fast asleep, but I 
better go close that door." 

"Don't leave me now!" she said, pulling herself forward till her parted 
knees were up against his, and still holding her claim to his cock. "Mama 
sleeps real late. She won't wake up. Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow, you've got such a 
big, big cock!" 

"And you've got such a pretty little cunt. I took a good look when you were 
sleepin', and that's what made my cock big and hard like it is. Sit still 
and don't be a fraidy cat. You know I ain't gonna hurt you." 

She very coyly smiled and fluttered her eyelids, and she kept right on 
stroking his cock as he reached for her cunt. The brutally big red knob of 
his cock was all shiny and wet with his oozing by then, but not nearly so 
wet as the cuntlips which Barlow parted with his finger. 

Her smile disappeared when he touched her there, and her eyes and her mouth 
grew very round. But he soon had her smiling again and swaying from side to 
side and forward and back as he grinned and tickled her cunt and said, 
"Yeah, that's a fine little cunt you got. You sure are a pretty girl. Just 
sittin' there like that, you make a man feel good all over. And what a nice 
pair of high risin' titties you got. My old cock looks like it's tryin' to 
reach up and bite 'em." 

"Oh, Uncle Barlow, " she cooed, squirming her hips all about on the bed, 
wriggling her hot little cunt on his finger, then leaning forward and 
clasping his cock to her soft, supple body. 

"It does want to bite 'em, " she said, giggling and rubbing the knob of his 
cock all over her tits, then pressing it deeply against each of her nicely 
stiff nipples. 

Barlow leaned back with his hands on the bed and shifted his foot between 
her smooth, warm thighs. He grinned and she giggled as he burrowed and 
wriggled his toe well within her wet cunt lips, and then she was squirming 
her cunt on that as she rocked back and forth with his cock closely clasped 
to her tummy and tits. She took deep, even breaths as she rocked. Her eyes 
were closed now and the smile was fixed on her face. Every now and then she 
stopped her rocking and hunched up her shoulders and shivered all over and 
squeezed his cock harder against her. By the time Barlow was leaning back on 
his elbows, his cock was rubbing up between her tits till its knob touched 
her throat as she rocked. 

She rocked and she swayed. Her face looked even more dreamily beautiful as 
she turned her head from side to side and warmly caressed the head of her 
uncle's cock in the very warm hollows of her throat. Its oozing went on 
unabated, and now there were shiny smears of pre-seminal fluid all over her 
torso and tits and on up to her chin. Her nostrils had been flaring widely 
as she swayed all about in the aura of Barlow's heavily masculine scent, as 
she squirmed her hot, wet slit all about on the side of his foot. His grin 
grew broader as she kissed what she held in her hands. 

Pursing her lips, she smeared them all over the knob of his big, fat 
cockhead. Now her nostrils were flaring more widely still, and now both 
hands were tightly holding it just under the heavy ridge that circled the 
underside of the knob of Barlow's cock. A gleaming web of seminal fluid 
stretched from the knob of his cock to her puffed lips as she drew back and 
took a deep breath, and then she opened her eyes to gaze dazedly at him 
before parting her lips very widely and taking his cock in her mouth. 

Cathy's fair cheeks caved in. She sucked on her uncle's cock very hard, 
still rocking and rubbing her soft little tummy against his balls, still 
tightly holding onto his cock. Her mouth was very soft and warm and moist, 
and the suction was just the way he liked it. He lay back on his elbows 
enjoying life, moving his foot and wriggling his toe to help his niece enjoy 
life, too. 

She suddenly stopped and opened her eyes very wide. Her cheeks turned 
scarlet and let his cock slip from her mouth and her hands as she leaned 
back and sat upright before him. She brushed back her short, tousled hair 
and said, "I didn't mean to . .. Uncle Barlow, I feel so funny!" 

"Down here?" Barlow said, and wriggled his toe in her cunt. 

"Yes!" she exclaimed, reaching down for his foot with both hands, pulling it 
hard up against her hot cunt. 

Barlow stopped her from doing that. He reached down and took her slender 
little wrists in his hands and drew her hands up to his cock. And he looked 
her straight in her very wide eyes and said, "You know what we can do about 
that. Now, don't you, honey?" 

Her voice was a whimper. "But it's too big. Just look!" she said, and as 
Barlow straightened out his legs on her bed, she quickly straddled his lap 
and held his cock flat against her belly. "See? It reaches right up past my 
belly button!" 

He sighed and shrugged, and she said, "But we could still try!" 

Barlow leaned back on his hands and Cathy got up and squatted over his cock. 
Her smile was bright and hopeful as she rubbed the tip of his cock through 
the very wet lips of her cunt. She stopped with it poised at the portals of 
her fuck hole and partially lowered her weight on it, winced, and said, "It 
really is big!" 

He shrugged again and said, "That sure wasn't much of a try." 

Grim determination set her features, and she shifted her hips over his cock, 
holding it firm in her hand and pulling upward. She chewed on her lip in her 
concentration, wincing from time to time, and then a gasp escaped from them 
both as the knob of his cock popped inside her. 

"Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow!" she said, swaying on shaking knees, while her cunt 
squeezed his cock even harder than her hand was squeezing it. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed, slipping down on it, bracing herself with her 
hands on his hips, and panting and blinking her eyes. 

"Feel okay?" Barlow said. 

"Feels wonderful!" she replied, and started to bob up and down on it. 

The size of the ridge under Barlow's cockhead kept his cock from slipping 
out of her cunt as she moved up and down. Her splendid young tits danced and 
jiggled with her enthusiastic efforts. Now and then she stopped and her 
lovely face screwed up in a grimace and her body went tight and tense, but 
then she was back again at her slowly progressive descent on her uncle's 
cock. Descending those last few inches, till her pubic hair was mingled with 
his, Cathy looked as if she was in pain, real pain, but then as she settled 
down on his powerful thighs, her sweet young smile reappeared and she said, 
"We did it!" 

"Why, sure, " Barlow said. "Heck, I knew we could." 

Cathy went to work on it then. She squirmed around getting comfortable, and 
then she slowly and carefully worked her cunt several inches up off the base 
of his cock. She settled down on his thighs, and then she went up again. 
Four or five repetitions of this and, as thick as it was, Barlow's cock was 
sliding easily through the well lubricated lips of Cathy's cunt, and her 
smile was back again in full force. 

She threw back her head and laughed, then rocked back and forth and side to 
side, smiling broadly as she worked over the very thick base of Barlow's 
cock with her widely stretched vulva. She swayed like a temple dancer, 
roving her hands all over her naked torso, squeezing her tits, reaching down 
between them to feel how well they fit together, and all the while beaming 
smiles on her uncle. 

"Barlow, it feels better all the time!" 

"That's the way it is with fuckin', " Barlow said, rolling his hips up under 
her in a lazy, relaxed fashion which Cathy found to be perfectly delightful. 

"Oh, that makes it even better!" said Cathy, tilting and rolling her hips in 
perfect tempo with him. 

"Like I said, " Barlow told her, and reached farther up with the big bulbous 
knob of his cock, finding nothing but tightness and sweetness and wet, warm 
goodness wherever it went. 

She was quite a beauty to behold when she started cumming. Pale patches of 
pink appeared on her chest, and her nipples grew visibly harder. Her jaw 
went slack but still she managed to smile. The blotches on her chest grew 
and merged until all of her very fair skin was suffused with a delicate 
pink. And now the pink softly gleamed as a fine film of perspiration broke 
out on her body, and though she was actively fucking him now, her sweat 
didn't come from the exercise of it. She had a good, lively tempo, and it 
was picking up all the time as she warmed to the good feeling swelling 
inside her, as her very trim, slim body worked her hot little cunt up and 
down on her uncle's thick cock. 

She was snapping her hips, not just moving them, and her tits were jouncing 
along at double time. She was panting through her half opened mouth, and her 
heavy lidded eyes were glazed. Her cunt was very hot by then, and getting 
hotter all the time. The day before, an itch like she had in her cunt would 
have driven her crazy, but now she instinctively knew it would soon be gone. 
She was huffing and puffing out little exclamations of pleasure, in time 
with the rapid movements of her cunt and leaning farther forward as she 
went. Soon those little puffs of pleasure were panting against Barlow's ear 
as she laid with her tits mashed flat on his chest and made her hot cunt fly 
on his cock. And now as the peak of her climax approached, she spoke to him, 
hot and fast. 

"Feels so good! I knew it would! Oh, Barlow, why did you make me wait so 
long??? Oh! It's so big! So hot up inside me! Burning me! Love it! I LOVE 
IT!. I LOVE TO FUCK!!! UNCLE BARLOW! IT'S HAPPENING! REAL, REAL BIG!!! NOW! 
AND NOW MORE!!! OH, UNCLE BARLOWWWWWW!!!!!" Cathy wailed, still fucking 
furiously, scarcely slowing down a bit when Barlow easily rolled her over 
and started fucking her back. 

"ALL THE WAY! ALL THE WAY! ALL OF IT! YES, GIVE IT TO ME!" 

She was thrashing and throwing her arms and legs in every direction, then 
stopping the thrashing to arch her shuddering body up under his humping form 
in a show of amazing strength. He was fucking her steadily, feeding yards 
and yards of big, thick cock through the channel of her hot and clasping 
hole. She was all wet and slick and overflowing. He was harder and thicker 
than ever. 

"MORE! DO IT SOME MORE! FUCK ME SOME MORE!" 

Her arms and legs went about his burly body and locked there, and her belly 
slapped up against his. Up on his knees and holding her close, he drove on 
with his cock without letup. She was groaning and snarling and gnashing her 
teeth and panting hotly at his ear. His balls, already wet with her 
overflowed love-juice, now slapped very wetly and heavily against her 
drenched crotch each time he lunged his huge cock through her tiny and 
totally uncomplaining cunt. 

"BIGGER! OH H H H H, IT'S GETTING BIG-GER, UNCLE BARLOW!" 

"YEAH, CATHY! IT IS FOR ME, TOO!" 

Barlow had been without a woman for far too long. Just seeing his naked 
niece had compounded his problems, and laying his hands on her had tied up 
his nuts in a knot. Now they broke loose and so did he, fucking furiously, 
squirting jism like a volcano pumping out lava. The hot stuff had to come 
out of him, and Cathy had to take it in her cunt. 

Her lips peeled back from her teeth and her head rocked from side to side as 
he fucked her relentlessly hard and fast. With deep, driving strokes, he 
drove in his cock from its tip to its base, and although her arms and legs 
and torso and head, and even her ass, thrashed about all over the bed, her 
hot little cunt stayed centered for each new plunge. Barlow was astounded at 
the size of his spending. He was even more astounded that Cathy was there to 
meet each of his lunges up into her cunt, not only to meet them but greet 
them with a powerful upward surge of her girlishly slender hips that insured 
fullest, deepest penetration. His body answered her pleading. It came and 
gushed and spurted till there was no more of his jism to give. Then he 
rested for only a moment before rolling them both over so his once virgin 
niece could rest on his big, broad chest. 

She was limp as could be, and apparently swooned. But then she shuddered all 
over, especially all through her cunt, and Barlow found there were still 
drops of jism left in his balls. Several more times she shivered, milking 
him completely dry. Then she lifted her lovely face and smiled very dreamily 
at him, and said, "Can we do it again in a day or so, sometime before you 
and Johnny go away?" 

Barlow patted her sweetly turned ass and said, "I'll betcha we can, and 
maybe sooner than that. Let's just lay here and rest and talk, and see what 
we come up with." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The morning sun was high in the sky when Marcy woke up on the floor. It took 
her a moment to realize it was Helga's floor she was on, and it took her 
some time after that to realize she was all alone in Helga's house. The 
lesbian had probably gone out to get something for Marcy's breakfast. Marcy 
couldn't wait around for her, because Cathy and Johnny were alone in Marcy's 
house, and Marcy didn't trust Johnny. Marcy didn't want Johnny fucking 
Cathy, especially now that Cathy was on her way toward excluding men from 
her life as she rose to success as a model and TV star. 

And when Helga returned and found Marcy gone, she would hurry to Marcy's 
house, for Marcy was sure Helga was hot for her body as well as for Cathy's. 
Marcy's appearance wasn't very presentable as she hurried out to her car and 
drove through the quiet residential neighborhood toward her house. 

She had lost one of her sandals during her lesbian orgy with Helga, and 
going barefooted was better than wearing just one shoe. Her short, flimsy 
dress was badly wrinkled, for it had remained bunched around her waist all 
through the night. Her hair was a mess and she didn't have any make up left 
on her face. Her tits felt swollen and her nipples were very tender within 
the very thin covering of her dress. Her cunt was even more tender, and she 
had to walk with her legs slightly parted as she went from her car to her 
house. 

Marcy was relieved to see her brother's old pickup there. Although he was 
the disreputable member of the family, the presence of that crude country 
lout would surely keep Johnny from sniffing around at the cunt of Marcy's 
daughter. Everything seemed as if it would work out fine, until Marcy 
entered the kitchen of her house, and there her jaw dropped open in her 
astonishment. 

Johnny was standing in front of her stove and leering at her, and Barlow, 
Cathy, Walter and Helga were sitting at her kitchen table. Barlow and Walter 
were sitting in chairs, and Cathy and Helga were sitting on their laps. All 
four of them were facing the stove. Johnny was wearing his swimming trunks. 
The other four were clad in loose fitting terrycloth robes, voluminous to 
cover most of their bodies, but not quite so loose that Marcy couldn't see 
hands moving over the female bodies inside those robes. Johnny was scowling 
as he stirred the contents of a frying pan, and the four at the table were 
regarding her with insolently sleepy smiles. 

"Just what's going on here?" Marcy demanded. "Cathy, you shouldn't be 
sitting on your uncle's lap like that. And Helga, you of all people 
shouldn't be sitting on Walter's lap. Why aren't you out in the pool 
practicing?" 

Walter grinned and shifted in his chair, and upon his lap, Helga tittered 
and squirmed and twisted about to look adoringly at him from over her 
shoulder. Her robe fell partly open to reveal she had nothing at all on 
under it, except for Walter's hands. They were roving about over her long, 
slender torso. Her big tits were still concealed by the halves of the robe, 
but her cunt could be seen, very hairy and blonde, and moving about in a 
most lascivious fashion as she squirmed her ass on Walter's lap. 

Marcy turned her angry glare on the other couple at her kitchen table. 
Barlow also appeared to be feeling Cathy up as she sat on his lap facing 
Marcy, but Cathy's robe was closed. Her legs were sprawled open, however, 
and up from between them jutted something that had to be Barlow's cock. It 
was under the terry cloth and between Cathy's outspread legs, and Cathy was 
holding it through the terrycloth with both hands as she leaned back against 
her uncle, grinning and squirming contentedly. 

Johnny said, "These darned eggs! How the heck do you scramble eggs?" 

Marcy pointed at the quartet at her kitchen table, saying, "Cathy, get up 
from there and start swimming laps! Barlow, get out of my house! Helga, I 
want to talk to you in my bedroom! I'll deal with you later, Walter!" 

They all simply smiled in answer to her angry words. Barlow said, "Cathy 
don't have to practice swimming any more. I just sold my ranch for over a 
million dollars, and with Walt's help we're gonna make big TV stars outta 
both Cathy and Helga. We was just talkin' it over. You take over cookin' us 
breakfast while we settle it up. Johnny, give your aunt the spatula." 

"A million dollars?" Marcy said, as the kitchen utensil was thrust in her 
hand. 

They were already back to talking thing over. The two men were conversing in 
a lazy, contented fashion. Helga was squirming all around on Walter's lap, 
rubbing her back against his chest and holding hands across the table with 
Cathy. Cathy's other hand still grasped what had to be Barlow's amazingly 
large cock as she twisted and squirmed on his lap. All four were ignoring 
Marcy, but Johnny hadn't forgotten she was there. He was leaning against the 
sink and leering at her, and the bulge in his swim trunks was very 
prominent. At the table they were discussing portable swimming tanks and 
contracts and promotions. Marcy felt so suddenly useless and left out of 
thing that tears welled up in her eyes as she dumped the burned eggs down 
the garbage disposal and started again on breakfast. 

"You're sure lookin' good, " Johnny said, edging closer, looking Marcy up 
and down. 

"I look awful, " said Marcy, sniffling and trying to smile at him, and 
catching in her breath as she looked past him. Indeed it was Barlow's cock 
Cathy had been holding onto, and still she held onto it now. Her robe had 
come open, and Barlow's big, stiff cock stuck up from between Cathy's legs. 
She held its shaft in her hand and worked her little cunt up against the 
base of it, so worked up herself she didn't care a bit about her mother 
being there. 

"You look pretty good to me, " Johnny said, and reached over and slipped his 
hand inside Marcy's bodice to squeeze and knead her bare tit. 

"Not in front of them!" Marcy hissed, blushing and pushing his hand away. 

"Why not?" His hand went under her skirt to grope and feel through Marcy's 
naked crotch. "They been foolin' and feelin' around with each other all 
morning. I want some, too." 

"Johnny, don't!" Marcy whispered, but the boy wouldn't be put off. All the 
time she was breaking eggs he kept slipping his busy hands inside her dress, 
squeezing her tits and diddling her cunt and feeling around at her ass. 
Nothing she could say or do would stop him, and the four at the table 
certainly weren't giving her any help. The two men were still talking and 
the two women were still squirming around on their laps happily. Cathy was 
clasping Barlow's disgustingly huge cock to her naked belly, and now with a 
shock Marcy realized that Walter's cock was inside the asshole of the 
happily writhing Helga. 

"Let's go in your bedroom and fuck, " Johnny said. He pushed down the 
waistband of his trunks, and out popped the head of his cock. "You see what 
I got? They've been fuckin' and suckin' and foolin' around all night and 
half the morning, and all I got to show for it is a big old hard-on." 

She tried to hold him at bay as she said, "I feel so left out of thing. 
They've arranged everything without me. Johnny, stop! Perhaps we can go to 
bed later, but I couldn't stand having anyone watch while we make love." 

"Who wants to make love? I just want to fuck. Hey, you smell pretty good 
today. You don't have any of that stinky old perfume on. Hold still. They're 
too busy foolin' around with each other to look at what we do." 

Marcy couldn't get away from the horny boy. He pinned her back against the 
stove with his insistently pushing body, squeezing her tits and trying to 
kiss her, and rubbing his hot young cock up against her belly. All there was 
between them was her flimsy little dress, and the upward Teaching of his 
half naked cock were pushing the hem of it up past the level of Marcy's 
puffed and tender cunt. As her Lips evaded Johnny, he dropped his down to 
her throat to smack kisses there while she vainly tried to escape from his 
ardent embrace. He ripped her dress in the process, but he got her tits out 
of it, and then he was kissing and squeezing those as she tried to push him 
away. 

Cathy turned her head and looked at her mother and giggled, and then the 
other three turned grinning faces on her as Johnny crouched lower and lifted 
up her skirt. She tried to push it down, but he held her firmly by her hips 
and kept her skirt up while he snuffled and panted and kissed all around 
through her red cunt hair. 

Barlow said, "Looks like she gave my boy some trainin' while he was here. I 
sure hate to see him down on his knees eatin' cunt when he could be up on 
his feet fuckin' it." 

"Oh, it's fun to kiss cunts!" Cathy said. "But not as much fun as it is to 
play horsey on your cock, Uncle Barlow." 

"Mm, he's really going for it, " Helga said, squeezing Cathy's hand and 
smiling over her shoulder at Walter. 

He grinned back at her, and with his hands full of tit, said, "As soon as we 
finish talking business, I'll demonstrate my technique on you. We'd get to 
it sooner if you and Cathy would go entertain yourselves for a while." 

Johnny was making a meal of Marcy's cunt as Helga and Cathy rose from the 
laps of the men and started toward the living room. The boy crouching down 
on the floor was holding Marcy's cuntlips far apart with his fingers while 
he licked and lapped through her cunt. The control knobs of the stove bit 
into Marcy's ass as she writhed in mixed embarrassment and unwanted 
pleasures there in her crowded kitchen. Cathy and Helga made it more crowded 
still by the stove. 

Both of them slipped out of their robes as they sauntered toward her, 
leaving two very stiff cocks behind them. Tall and willowy and naked, Cathy 
and Helga stood at Marcy's sides. By then Johnny's hot kisses between her 
legs had Marcy writhing in helpless ecstasy and grinding her ass cheeks 
against the stove. 

Helga pressed up against Marcy's side, smiling and squeezing a tit, and 
said, "It looks like your plans have changed. Be good and we'll take you 
along with us when we go to Hollywood." 

Cathy was claiming Marcy's other tit, happily fondling and squeezing it as 
she said, "Sure, Mama, you can come along. Do you want to come with us to 
watch while we do our Double Isometrics now?" 

Marcy wasn't going anyplace. Pinned against the stove by the hot cunt kisses 
of her nephew, she could only gasp and writhe as, hand in hand, Helga and 
Cathy sauntered on toward her living room. The boy on the floor was driving 
her wild, and she couldn't stop him. He kissed her all over her cunt and 
poked his fingers up her slippery wet hole while she panted fast and hovered 
helplessly on the brink of an orgasm. The men at the table were absorbed in 
their business talk now, but that made their presence no less embarrassing 
to Marcy as the sixteen year old boy got to his feet with his naked cock in 
hand. 

"Johnny, let's go in the bedroom! Please!" 

"Heck, I can't wait for that, " he said, nuzzling cunt smelling kisses at 
her mouth while he quickly fitted the knob of his cock in her cunt and gave 
a hard upward lunge. 

"My God!" Marcy cried, for his hard insertion had taken cunt hairs and cunt 
lips and even the hem of her skirt with it, and he wasn't concerned about 
correcting that as he fucked her fast and hard. 

Marcy reached down between them to pull out her skirt and open her cunt 
lips. Johnny kept fucking her steadily, holding onto her hips and slamming 
her big soft buttocks back against the stove. One shoulder of her dress had 
come down and her tits were flopping around, and Johnny ignored those big 
beauties while he jammed his cock up her cunt. When she felt he was cumming, 
she had to give in to it all. But now as she rose toward an orgasm, Johnny 
grunted and sighed and backed off, and his dripping cock came out of Marcy's 
wildly throbbing cunt. 

"I'll go wash up and come back, " Johnny said. 

Marcy said, "I'll go with you!" 

"You stay there and fix them eggs, " Barlow told her, and Marcy turned about 
and faced the stove as Johnny left her. 

Frustrated and humiliated, Marcy wept. Her cunt was sopping wet and drooling 
with Johnny's jism. It throbbed in time with the throbbing of her bare 
nipples as she bent over the hot stove and stirred her tears into the eggs. 
Her ass cheeks hurt, and she twisted around and lifted her skirt and saw the 
round red imprints left by the burner controls. 

Walter saw them, too. He got up from the table and went to her, rudely 
yanked her skirt out of her hand and ran his hand over her bruised buttocks. 

"Stop that!" she snapped. "Just wait till I get you alone! I'll have you 
crawling, Walter Van Blancen!" 

In answer he ripped up the back of her skirt and shoved her up against the 
stove. She cried out and tried to twist away, but he held her there, shoving 
and pushing up between her buttocks with his cock, and continuing on with it 
into her asshole as he spoke very harshly to her. 

"You'll be the one who crawls around here from now on! From now on you're 
taking orders from me!" 

He bent her over the stove and buggered her quivering butt without letup. He 
jammed and thrust his hard cock through her soft asshole while his clutching 
hands added more bruises to the big round cheeks of her ass. And, like 
Johnny before him, he took out his jism dripping cock and left Marcy 
seething and sobbing with hot frustration. 

The big, strong hands of her brother helped straighten Marcy up. She turned 
to sob in his arms, but he pushed her back, saying, "You got egg all over 
your tits. What's the matter? How come you're bawlin'?" 

She fell to her knees, sobbing bitterly, wailing, "Because I'm so useless 
now! Nobody needs me any more!" 

"Aw, shit. There's always somethin' you can do." 

There was, and she saw it. Right there before her was the beautiful big cock 
of her suddenly rich brother, and Marcy took it in both hands and hungrily 
gobbled its fat knob inside her mouth. Her entire crotch was steaming hot 
with mixed fuck juices and orgasmic frustration, but all she could think of 
just then was thoroughly pleasing her brother so she wouldn't be left behind 
when they all went on to success. Her brother tried to push her away. 

"Hey, cut it out, Sis. I want to go watch the gals do their exercise. I told 
you, back off!" he said, and pushed her away. Though his cock was all wet 
from her kisses, he took that beautiful big thing away and left her weeping 
there on the floor. 

She could hear squeals and laughter coming out. of her living room. Her 
dress was torn and dirty, her ass was bruised, her crotch was a seething 
mass of hungry flesh, and her tits were hanging down as she crawled toward 
the door. There before her, Cathy and Helga were on their hands and knees, 
still naked, with their buttocks wriggling hotly against those of the other 
female. Walter and Barlow were cheering them on in their bare assed pushing 
contest as they knelt before the girls on the floor. All four of them were 
having a wildly good time, and certainly none of them gave so much as a 
thought to Marcy. 

But Johnny did. Entering the kitchen from the other door, the first sight he 
saw was his aunt's upturned ass, completely exposed through her torn skirt. 
Her buttocks were beautiful, bruised though they were, and her jism 
slickened asshole looked very inviting. But down below that was her cunt, 
all puffed up and pink between the twin pillows of her vulva, and very 
nicely fringed with red hairs. His cock was up hard as he got down on his 
knees behind her and fitted it into her cunt and shoved. 

Cathy and Helga were sucking on Barlow's and Walter's cocks as they ass 
wrestled. Marcy no longer cared. She had Johnny's hard, fast moving cock in 
her cunt and it was setting off all the orgasms she'd fallen short of that 
morning. 

He was hauling back and fucking her good and hard. Backing off, the tip of 
his cock came into view, and then all of his cock plunged into Marcy's cunt 
on his in strokes, so that each one of those was like an entirely new 
insertion. She braced herself lest he fuck her flat to the floor. He hung 
onto her hips and kept fucking her dog fashion. Orgasms were exploding in 
her cunt, and now a new orgasmic dimension was added as Johnny's cock 
slipped out and skidded up through her sodden slit to slam against her 
clitoris. She screamed in ecstasy, and screamed again when he jammed it up 
in her cunt again. 

The two women before her gazed sidelong from their cock sucking, but that 
was all the notice Marcy's screams got. Who cared if she was being watched 
while this glorious thing was happening to her. She grinned and lowered her 
head and watched her big. pendant tits do a jiggling dance over the kitchen 
floor, and felt Johnny's thick, hard cock splitting the lips of her cunt 
again and again. 

Fuck juice was dripping down the insides of her legs, and still he kept 
screwing her good and hard. She tilted her hips up for more of the tight, 
driving friction of cock in hot cunt, resting the weight of her torso on her 
elbows while the boy fucked her. Now her stiffly elongated nipples were 
grazing the tile floor as she rocked back and forth with the fucking and the 
cumming. Johnny was snarling and grunting and so was she as, over and over 
again, his cock wedged its way through her fuck hole and his balls slapped 
up under her wide open cunt. 

She could feel he was driving on toward a climax. His cock was thrusting 
harder into her, and with something less than total accuracy. 

"NO! OH! JOHNNY!" she cried, cumming heavily herself, cumming constantly, 
regardless of whether his soon to be bursting cock was plunging into her 
cunt or missing that and going up to slam against her clitoris or errantly 
jamming inside her asshole. It was all the same to Marcy by then. By then 
Marcy's entire body existed as one big, hot wet cunt that had to be filled 
with cock and more cock. 

Johnny filled it with cock and filled it with jism. His eruption was heavy 
and thick. It spurted and gushed from the end of his hard driving cock, 
driven on by the rush of more jism from out of his swinging balls. He didn't 
know what hole his cock was in and he didn't care. All he cared about was 
the great rush of ecstasy pouring out of his body and into that of his 
beautiful aunt, and this he could clearly feel in the vibrant churning of 
her hips in his hands and in the convulsive clutching of her crotch as he 
fucked her down flat on the floor. 

He lay there on top of her panting for a time, balls deep in her steaming 
hot crotch. The others had stopped their fun and games to watch. Marcy 
shoved back at Johnny and he pushed himself up to give her some breathing 
room. She used it to shred off the remnants of her dress and turn over under 
him, and now she was smiling adoringly at him as she wrapped her arms and 
legs around his naked body. 

"I don't think I can fuck again for a little while, " Johnny said. 

"Baby, that's okay. Just let me feel your cock and balls nestled up against 
my cunt. Oh, you feel so good!" 

There they lay, softly writhing together, while the other four crawled over 
to them. Barlow said, "We just talked it over again, and you can come with 
us if you like, Sis." 

Marcy shook her head. "Johnny and I will stay right here. We may come and 
visit you in Hollywood, but I think well be happier living the quiet life 
here at home. Right, Johnny?" 

"Right!" he said, clasping her close to him. "Aunt Marcy?" 

"Yes, deaf?" 

"I'm just about ready to fuck you again. Would that be okay with you?" 

"Anything you want is fine, angel boy." 


THE END
