Mother's Captivity
by William St. Cyr


FOREWORD 

As its title indicates, this book is a study of sexual masochism, bondage 
and degradation. Long ago, Freud and his disciples laid the theoretical 
foundation for the understanding of the connection between sex and pain, and 
demonstrated that masochism is a universal trait. That this is so can be 
seen from the numerous examples that abound in everyday life, ranging from 
the meek secretary who allows her boss to browbeat her, to the more 
repugnant examples that are front page copy on the daily newspapers. 

The public's interest in masochism has been given new impetus by the Sexual 
Revolution that began in the sixties. Numerous couples have experimented 
with sadomasochistic sex, and many have learned that exactly the right 
degree of pain and humiliation can considerably enhance sexual ardor. 
Because of public interest in the subject, numerous books on masochism have 
appeared in recent years and sadomasochistic scenes often appear in the 
movies. In the movie "The Roots of Heaven," for example, a big game huntress 
has her buxom bottom bared and spanked for her illicit hunting activities. 

In the past, masochism has been treated as an almost exclusively feminine 
phenomenon. This view is not surprising when viewed in the context of the 
historical subjugation of women in western society, but it happens to be 
quite incorrect. Today, it has been well established that masochism is a 
human trait quite unrelated to sexual gentler, and that men are often as 
masochistic as women. 

In "" the subject of masochism is approached from various directions. 
Maureen Kemper, a well-to-do society matron in her late thirties, and her 
teenage children, Ellen and Bill, are kidnapped and held for ransom. When 
delay occurs in payment of the ransom money, the kidnappers find themselves 
with idle time on their hands and proceed to amuse themselves with sadistic 
sex games at the expense of their victims. Maureen and Ellen become the 
victims of the male members of the gang, while Bill becomes the slave of 
Loretta, the tough blonde girl friend of the gang leader. 

In all three cases, we observe a textbook development of masochistic 
tendencies and desires, commencing with initial revulsion and gradually 
moving down the path of degradation through the various stages of passive 
submission, fascination and total enslavement Despite the sex and age 
differences of the three victims, there are remarkable parallels and 
similarities of reaction, attitude and response among all of them at each 
stage of masochistic development. The universality of masochistic traits is 
clearly demonstrated. 

We believe that Mr. St. Cyr has contributed a timely and significant study 
to the subject of masochism. Although a work of fiction, "" is a scholarly 
analysis of masochistic enslavement. For these reasons, we believe that our 
readers will find this book not only entertaining but informative. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER 1 

The massive, Diesel-powered Hughes semi-trailer was hitting the legal limit 
and gaining momentum as it roared on to Interstate 80 and headed west in the 
bright sunlight. Seated beside the burly driver, Mark Pearson was adjusting 
his citizen's band radio. 

"Checking in," he finally announced when he made contact. "We're headed out 
West and we got Big Mama and both pups!" 

He's gonna be pissed off when he hears we got the kids too, he thought to 
himself. We plan six months to snatch Mama Kemper, and we wind up bagging 
the whole fuckin' family! 

"Jeeeeeesssssus Christ!" The expletive was clearly audible over the 
crackling static of the CB. 

"Couldn't help it, Big Boss," Mark explained hastily. "Mama brought the pups 
along, so we didn't have any choice." 

"And what kind of kennel are they in?" came the reply. 

"The best there is," Mark responded, referring to the fact that Mrs. 
Kemper's late model Toronado and its three occupants had been commandeered 
and locked into the van of the semi-trailer in a swift, well-planned 
operation that took the victims completely by surprise. 

"Well, bring them home. Follow me!" 

"Right, Big Boss," Mark replied, switching off the radio and leaning back 
comfortably in his seat. 

Several feet to his rear but quite out of his hearing, there was pandemonium 
and near hysteria. 

"Mother, can't we do something?" seventeen-year-old Ellen Kemper screamed at 
her mother. The cute brunette was anxiously biting her nails. "Where are 
they taking us?" 

"How would I know?" Maureen Kemper was nearly as distraught as her daughter 
as she looked around in the eerie illumination afforded by the car lights. 

"Turn the lights off, Mom," young Bill Kemper spoke up from the back seat. 
"You'll just run the battery down." 

"Can't you blow the horn? Somebody will hear us!" Ellen suggested. 

"They disconnected it," Maureen replied. "Oh, I've always been afraid 
something like this would happen!" 

Several hours later, the semi-trailer pulled off the interstate to a highway 
frontage road and from there to a gravel road that led to a secluded ranch 
home. As the driver wheeled into the driveway and coasted to a halt, Mark 
jumped out of the cabin opening up the rear of the truck. As he flung open 
the doors, he took the precaution of pulling his revolver out of the holster 
at his side. 

"You kids stay in there!" he called out in an authoritative voice. "But you 
come out, Mrs. Kemper!" 

Pale and obviously badly shaken, Maureen Kemper wedged open her car door and 
managed to make her way to the back of the truck. The blonde society woman 
was wearing a formfitting light blue jersey dress that displayed her bosomy 
figure to best advantage, together with sheer cinnamon-shaded nylons and 
summary white strap sandals that enhanced her full but shapely legs, trim 
ankles and neatly groomed feet. Her class and aristocratic bearing were 
quite evident even in the shadowy surroundings of the truck bed. 

"Just what do you people think you're doing?" she hissed at the swarthy, 
rough-looking man standing on the ground looking up at her. 

"Oh, don't take it personal," Mark spoke laconically. "Here, let me help you 
down from there." 

He extended one hand to help her. Try as she might, there was no completely 
dignified way for Maureen to exit from the back of the truck. Needing both 
hands to keep from losing her balance, there was no way she could prevent 
her light blue jersey dress from inexorably riding up to reveal the two 
darker bands of her sheer nylon stockings, her garter belt clips and several 
inches of milk white thigh. Realizing that her masculine captor was 
thoroughly enjoying the provocative display, Maureen blushed a deep crimson 
and hastily adjusted her dress as quickly as she could. 

"Oh, you..." she gasped. She was tempted to slap his face despite his 
revolver. 

"Ah, take it easy," Mark replied. "It ain't the first time I seen a woman's 
garters. Now, get in the house. There's a man waiting to see you!" 

Maureen felt a deep uneasiness as she made her way across the well tended 
lawn in front of the house. Several times she glanced back to see about the 
children, but there was no activity at the truck. Without being noticeable 
about it, she tried to walk as slowly as possible to enable herself to get a 
better picture of her surroundings. It was a moment before she realized that 
a dark-haired man had stepped out of the front door of the house, and was 
gazing intently at her. His malevolent appearance made her knees nearly 
buckle, and she could feel a chill of fear coming over her as she approached 
him. 

"Don't I ... Don't I know you from somewhere?" Maureen blurted out when she 
got a clearer view of his face. 

"Get in the house!" he demanded without replying. Harry McClintock realized 
that there was a remote possibility that the attractive matron did in fact 
recognize him, as his criminal activities had gotten his mug shot in the 
paper on more than one occasions. But that caused him little concern because 
he was planning to use the ransom money to finance a comfortable and 
secluded exile abroad. 

Harry followed the apprehensive woman into the house, his appreciative eye 
noting her jouncing, nicely rotund hips and the swelling curves of her 
nylon-clad calves. The salacious gang leader had also observed Mrs. Kemper's 
undignified exit from the truck, and the momentary but almost blinding sight 
of dark stocking tops and milk white thighs had his imagination working, in 
high gear. 

"This is going to be your home until your hubby comes up with the dough, so 
you might as well make yourself comfortable!" Harry, told his apprehensive 
captive as he closed the door behind them. He tried to move closer to her, 
but Maureen shrunk away. "That's no way to act, mother!" he tormented the 
frightened woman. "Your kids are out there in the truck and my buddy has a 
gun on them, remember?" 

For a moment, Maureen felt as if she were going to faint. With her 
children's safety at stake, she instantly realized that she would have to do 
everything her abducter demanded, no matter how humiliating or revolting it 
might be! Oh, God, I just hope that ail he wants is money, she told herself. 

A pleased smirk on his face, Harry flopped down on an old couch and leaned 
back in a self-satisfied manner. "We're not going to send out any ransom 
notes for 48 hours, so all the clues will be stale before anyone realizes 
you're even missing." he informed his worried victim. "In the meantime, 
it'll be up to you to entertain me!" 

"Enter ... tain?" Maureen stammered, gulping noticeably. 

"Yeah," Harry replied, leering at her in a mnner deliberately designed to 
make her feel uncomfortable and uneasy. 

Maureen gulped. She wanted to say something but her mind was reelng. "W-what 
do y-you m-mean?" she finally managed. 

Harry leaned forward and cast an appreciative glance at her shapely legs. 
"Those are real nice, expensive stockings you got on!" he remarked. 

Maureen felt herself reddening at the embarrassing personal reference. 

"Let's see how you hold them up!!" 

"WHAT?" Maureen gasped at the deeply insulting suggestion. "Why you ... I 
never heard of such a..." 

"Come on!" Harry barked at the blushing, flustered woman, pretending to be 
irritated although he was in fact quite amused. "You got two kids out there 
in the truck and you're arguing about a little thing like that?" 

"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." Maureen wailed, close to tears. Of course, I 
don't have any choice, she told herself. I'd better placate this nut before 
he tries something worse! 

Blushing a furious crimson to the roots of her platinum blonde hair, Maureen 
reached for the hem of her blue dress. Tears of shame welling in her eyes, 
the attractive matron began pulling it up as slowly as she dared. 

"Mmmmm, that's the way!" Harry said, his eyes intently focused on his 
victim's shapely underpinnings as more and more sheer nylon came into view. 

Embarrassed beyond description, Maureen soon found herself holding her dress 
up over the two darker bands of her stockings, revealing white garter belt 
suspenders and an inch or so of creamy bare thigh. From the way her captor 
was feasting his eyes on her brazenly exposed limbs, the shapely mother and 
housewife had no doubt that he had even worse things in mind. Trembling, she 
instinctively started backing away when she saw him getting up from his 
seat. She wanted to yank her dress back down but her hands seemed frozen. 

"Now, don't try to run away, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips 
lasciviously. The enticing combination of dark stocking tops and white 
thighs had al-ready produced a throbbing erection that was demanding 
immediate gratification! 

"OOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with horror as she caught sight of the awesome 
bulge in her assailant's slacks. Her knees almost went out from under her 
and her heart started thumping furiously. Oh, no, I'm going to be raped! Oh, 
nooo! Oh, God, what can I do? I never dreamed that something like this would 
happen to me! Oh, this is terrible! I've got to stop him somehow! 

Backing against a wall, the terrified woman anxiously looked around for an 
escape route. Once again she caught sight of the imposing bulge in his 
slacks, and shuddered violently at the thought of what was going to happen 
to her. 

"Oh, no, please, please! Oh, no, please! Not that!" she suddenly burst out 
in a totally desperate manner. "Oh, please! Please! Oh, please, don't hurt 
me!" 

"I've got a present here for you, mother!" Harry told her, stopping a few 
feet from her. A leering smile on his face, he began undoing his fly! 

"Oh, nooooo!" Maureen exclaimed as she realized what he was doing. Squirming 
with revulsion, she tried to turn her head to one side to avoid looking at 
her vile tormentor. 

Harry pulled down his zipper, reached inside his shorts, and quickly hauled 
out his hotly swollen, rapidly pounding cock Capped by an oversize 
mushroom-shaped crown, the purplish-hued masculine battering ram was swollen 
to a full eight-inch extension! 

"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with a mixture of revulsion and fascination as she 
caught sight of the obscenely displayed masculine weapon. Shrinking back 
against the wall as much as she could, she tried to close her eyes to blot 
out the horrifying sight but for reasons she could not at the moment fathom, 
her eyes simply refused to close. Instead, the hotly blushing matron simply 
stared at the stiffly erect slab of masculine meat, and found herself nearly 
overcome with shame as flashes of sexual desire began to torment her. 

"How'd you like to put that in your mouth, mother?" Harry" asked with a 
leering smile on his face. 

"Oh, what a filthy idea!" Maureen burst out, shuddering violently as the 
highly aroused man came nearer. 

Harry's throaty chuckle made it quite apparent that he found her distress 
and repugnance quite amusing. 

"Go away! Please!" Maureen demanded in a distraught voice. "Oh, please, 
please!" She tried to take her eyes away from his upright, lust-bloated 
prick, but was simply unable to do so. Guilt-stricken by her own desires, 
she felt as if she were on the verge of hysteria. She wanted to resist but 
her body seemed paralyzed. 

"Come on, let's see what you got here!" Harry suddenly told the frightened 
woman. As he spoke, he quickly leaned forward and yanked Maureen's light 
blue dress clear above her waist! 

"OOOOOH!" Maureen screamed with surprise and embarrassment as she suddenly 
realized that even her panties were on view before the sadistic stranger. 
"Don't! Let me go!" She tried to push downward with her hands against his 
wrists, but he was much stronger. 

The highly aroused gang leader licked his lips as he gazed at the attractive 
matron's well-filled white nylon panties. The diaphanous garment fit her 
curvaceous form like a glove, and the triangle of fluffy, light brown hair 
at the apex of her legs was clearly discernible. The enticing sight made his 
hotly swollen shaft pound and throb even more vigorously. 

"Oh, this is terrible!" Maureen wailed, tears of distress blurring her 
vision. She had always been a highly modest woman, and the very idea of 
having her dress yanked up to display her panties and stocking-clad legs 
before a complete stranger was deeply humiliating. 

"Now, let's get these pants off!" Harry announced, knowing full well what 
effect the statement would have on his hapless victim. 

"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed, ineffectually pulling at his wrists in an effort 
to free himself. "DON'T YOU DARE! LET ME GO!" His greater strength made her 
feel horribly helpless and vulnerable, and she was desperately hoping for 
some last-second miracle that would free her from his lewd embraces. 

Grabbing the elastic waistband of her wispy panties with one hand, Harry 
yanked them down with one vigorous pull! 

"OOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked and frantically tried to reach down to pull her 
panties back up. The comely matron had never been more humiliated in her 
life. "Oh, you beast! How could you do such a thing? Ooooh, this is awful!" 

"Mmmmm, mother, you look good enough to eat!" Harry mused as he gazed at the 
pretty brunette foliage surrounding his victim's coital groove. 

"OH, MY GOD!" Maureen screamed at the revolting suggestion. She was still 
trying to pull her panties back up, but he had pulled them down out of her 
reach. "What a filthy ... What kind of a perv ... Oh, you're ... " 

Still holding her dress up above her waist, Harry feasted his eyes on the 
inviting feminine nest. Maureen's squirms and instinctive efforts to conceal 
her treasure only served to make her look all the more appealing. 

"You mean no one's ever had their tongue in that juicy cunt of yours, 
mother?" he asked with feigned surprise. 

"OH, how can you talk like that?" Maureen raged at her tormentor. "What kind 
of a woman do you think I am, anyway?" 

Harry snickered at her puritanical attitude. "Well, I'm gonna be the first, 
then!" he told her. 

"Oh, no, don't you dare!" Maureen gasped. "How can you even think of doing 
something like that?" She was becoming exhausted from her efforts to 
struggle with him, and found herself sagging weakly against the wall. "Oh, 
please, please, don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded in a breathless 
voice. 

"You're gonna enjoy it, mother!" Harry promised, a bemused smile on her 
face. "You're gonna be begging me to fuck you by the time I get through with 
you!" 

"Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. Although the idea seemed quite preposterous, at 
the same time the attractive matron realized that there was some possibility 
that he just might be right. The idea that she might be aroused by such a 
vile man and would voluntarily surrender to him was deeply humiliating to 
the refined and overprotected woman. 

Without warning, Harry picked her up and almost threw her into a supine 
position on a nearby couch! 

"Oooooh!" Maureen shrieked with surprise and tried to pull her dress down. 

However, he quickly pulled it right back up and yanked her panties 
completely off with one swift pull! 

"Oh, no, don't! Stop!" Maureen yelled at her tormentor, frantically trying 
to hold her legs together as tightly as possible to preserve her modesty as 
best she could. "Oh, this is awful! Please! Please!" she begged, still 
trying to pull her dress back down. 

"Quit fighting it, mother!" Harry told the struggling woman. "Get your legs 
open! Come on!" 

"Oh, no, no, no! No!" Maureen protested, her eyes once again fastening on 
his powerfully erect masculine harpoon with a disturbing mixture of fear and 
desire. "No, please, don't do this to me! Please!" 

"Come on!" Harry spoke impatiently. "You want me to go out there and get 
your daughter instead?" 

"No, no, no!" Sobbing with despair, Maureen miserably opened her thighs to 
her lascivious assailant Deeply ashamed of her wanton exposure, the hapless 
woman covered her face with her hands to spare her eyes from the sight. 

Harry licked his lips as he caught his first glimpse of the shapely matron's 
cuntal groove. The two full, petulant lips were a vivid pink and glistening 
with a light film of feminine dew. "That's the way," he spoke in a 
congratulatory voice. "Now, I'm really going to get you turned on, mother!" 

"Ooooh!" Maureen shuddered at the vile threat. "Can't you stop calling me 
mother? Oooooh!" 

Spreading her nyloned legs farther apart with both hands, Harry knelt 
between her knees. Taking his time to humiliate her all the more, he slowly 
and lingeringly worked up his hands up the insides of her full, shapely 
thighs. His fingers moved slowly over the darker bands of her stockings and 
came into contact with her silken smooth, hot flesh. 

"OH, GOD!" Maureen exclaimed with deep revulsion as she felt her assailant's 
wandering hands lewdly enjoying her voluptuous thighs. "Oh, how can you 
degrade me like this? Oh, this is horrible!" 

"It's gonna be a pleasure eating that beautiful cunt of yours!" he told her, 
deliberately speaking in vulgar fashion to torment her all the more. As he 
spoke, his fingers worked up her inner thighs, pressing firmly against the 
satiny smooth flesh. 

Maureen shuddered violently and wanted to scream with rage at her vicious 
tormentor. The very idea of a complete stranger subjecting her to such lewd 
caresses was indescribably revolting to the well-to-do matron. 

"What a cunt!" Harry told her as he dipped into the brunette foliage and 
quickly began employing his fingers to separate the two plump outer labia. 

"Oh, take your hands off of me!" Maureen screamed as she felt his fingers 
boldly probing right into her cuntal groove. Her hands pushed at his wrists, 
but she felt weak and deeply ashamed. Along with the hatred and revulsion 
she felt for her despised attacker, there was a growing fear that he might 
in fact succeed in arousing her as he had promised. Deep down, she 
suspected, she was capable of sexual plateaus that she had never dared let 
herself experience. 

His fingers hooked into the slippery coral groove, Harry began pulling the 
outer lips open. The two brightly pink petals came open with an audible 
squishing sound to reveal a vivid expanse of succulently coral feminine meat 

"Oh, no, ho, stop!" Maureen gasped, wriggling with shame and crying as she 
found herself so lewdly exposed before her sadistic assailant. "Please, oh, 
this is awful! Please, ifs so undignified! Oh, stop, please!" 

"You got a terrific cunt, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips as he 
gazed at the lush expanse of shimmering feminine meat. "It's gonna be a real 
pleasure eating that!" he added as he leaned forward on his knees and 
forearms. 

"Oh, no, no!" Maureen tried to protest. "Please, don't! Oh, please! No! No!" 

Without further ado, Harry buried his face in the attractive matron's wet 
muff with his tongue fully extended! 

"OOOOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked when she realized that he was really doing what 
he had threatened! Horrified yet fascinated, she lifted her hands 
momentarily from her face but quickly clamped them back down again when she 
caught sight of his head between her legs. "Oh, my God!" she uttered in a 
loudly despairing voice. 

With damp, clinging feminine meat plastered against his face, Harry quickly 
went to work slicing his tongue up and down inside the pink furrow. Warm 
gushes of feminine dew began cascading impulsively from their hidden 
sources, bathing his face in their pungent aromas and trickling into his 
mouth. At the same time, his hands explored her stocking-clad legs, smooth 
bare thighs and satiny buttocks, kneading and massaging the resilient flesh 
in a none-too-gentle manner. 

"Oh, how can you do this to me?" Maureen wailed in a self-pitying, sobbing 
voice. She was keenly aware of every flick of his tongue as well as every 
movement of his busy hands, and realized with mounting alarm that she would 
soon succumb to his lascivious assault if it continued. Her cuntal groove 
already, felt hot and itchy, and her tiny clitoris was beginning to tingle 
and swell with feminine arousal. "Oh, stop, please! Oh, this is awful!" she 
kept repeating. 

Confident that he was in the process of breaking down his victim's 
inhibitions completely, Harry flicked and swirled his tongue around in all 
directions in the hotly steaming groove. He approached her highly sensitive 
love button from various angles, producing a violent twitch and a fresh gush 
of feminine honey each time he made contact. His hands roamed lasciviously 
over her womanly full, satiny soft buttocks, and to torment her all the more 
he finally slid one extended middle finger directly into her anal canal. 

"OH, NO, DON'T!" Maureen yelled with surprise and anger as she felt his 
stubby masculine finger probing deeply into her rear channel. It was mildly 
uncomfortable, but the humiliation of being handled in such a vilely 
familiar manner was much worse than the discomfort. Impaled on his boldly 
probing finger, the hapless matron had no choice but to wriggle with 
movements that were clearly sensual. 

Keeping his finger deeply planted in the meaty aperture, Harry began 
concentrating on her quivering, highly agitated clitoris. Bubbling feminine 
honey cascaded over his face as he flicked and stabbed quickly and 
repeatedly at the tiny and at times elusive target. He could clearly discern 
the sensual twitches and jerks that were beginning to afflict her abdominal 
muscles, giving her no choice but to writhe with coital movements that 
betrayed her growing sexual arousal. 

"Oh, this is awful! Please, stop!" Maureen pleaded. "I'm a decent woman! 
Don't do this to me! Please! Please! Please, stop!" The realization that he 
could easily see how aroused she was no matter how much she denied it was 
deeply humiliating, and the idea that she had permitted herself to become so 
aroused was thoroughly degrading. "Oh, please, no! Stop! This is terrible! 
Oh, please!" 

His face smeared with feminine dew, Harry momentarily drew back from his 
victim's sopping wet nest. 

"I'm gonna keep working on you until you beg me for it!" he told her. As he 
spoke, he jammed his finger even deeper into her anus! 

"OW!" Maureen squealed, twisting like a fish caught on a hook. "Stop! Ow! 
Take it out!" 

"Come on, mother, you know you want that hot, hard meat in your cunt!" Harry 
tormented the highly distressed woman. 

"Oooooooooh!" Maureen gasped. 

Once again, Harry lowered his face against her glittering triangle and 
sliced his tongue between the two puffy outer lips. He quickly found her 
swollen, frantically twitching magic button and attacked it with swift, 
darting thrusts of his tongue. At the same time, his finger thrust 
vigorously back and forth in her anal tunnel, thrusting deep into the 
deliciously soft interior. 

"Ow! Ooooh! Oh, no! Ooooh! Ooooooh, no!" Maureen could feel her resistance 
fading with each passing moment, and hated herself for being so weak and 
overcome. The idea of begging to have intercourse with her was almost 
unbearably degrading, but she knew that her ordeal would be prolonged 
indefinitely if she resisted. Her swollen, nearly bursting clitoris was 
almost screaming for release, and the thrusting jabs of his finger in her 
anal canal were forcing her to writhe and twist in a completely abandoned 
manner. "Oh, please! Oh, this is awful! Oh, I'm so ashamed! Ooooooh! Oh, I 
don't ... Ooooooh ... Ooooooooh!" 

Harry drew his back back slightly. "Beg for it! Come on, let's hear you!" he 
demanded. 

"Ooooh, f-fuck me!!" Maureen finally managed. "OOH, FUCK ME! I CANT STAND IT 
ANY MORE!" 

'That's the way!" Harry told the distraught woman as he drew back to a 
kneeling position. "Come on! Keep begging!" 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Maureen begged, her eyes glued on her assailant's bright 
red, hotly swollen cock. "FUCK ME! I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER!" she raved, 
dismayed to hear herself carrying on is such a brazen manner. "FUCK ME!" 

Pushing her stocking-clad legs farther apart, Harry fell down up on her in a 
deliberately rough, commanding fashion. 

"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped as his weight pinned her down against the couch in 
a fully dominating manner. 

A moment later the highly aroused matron felt his thick, rock hard ramrod 
slicing swiftly and almost brutally into her overheated, hungry cunt! It 
felt as if a bayonet had been plunged right into her. 

"OOOOOOOOH!" Maureen's shriek combined sexual ecstasy with an equal measure 
of discomfort and surprise. What a stud he was, she told herself, only to 
shrivel with shame as she realized how wantonly she was giving herself to 
such a despicable man. 

His madly throbbing cockmeat thrust deeply into his wriggling victim's 
sopping wet and surprisingly tight cunt, Harry rested triumphantly astride 
her. "like having all that good hard meat in you, don't you, mother?" he 
asked with a sharp edge of sarcasm in his voice. 

"Y-yes!" Maureen admitted in a stammering voice, feeling guilt-stricken but 
totally entrapped by her own sensual weaknesses. As much as she hated her 
vile tormentor, she knew that at the moment she simply had to have that 
powerful dagger of hia plunged into her starving, frantically twitching 
twat. The sensitive nerve endings in her vaginal canal were already 
responding to the sleek manmeat pressing against them, and her tormented 
clitoris seemed to be reaching out to scrape against the powerful masculine 
harpoon. Hot gushes of feminine dew were lubricating it with their warm, 
pungent oils in preparation for the anticipated joyride to follow. 

"You're going to wiggle your ass for me real nice, aren't you, mother?" 
Harry asked the hapless but highly aroused woman. 

The vulgar words made her cringe, and she turned her head to one side. 
"Y-yes!" she replied. "W-what are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently 
when he seemed in no rush to commence. 

"Don't worry, mother, you're going to get fucked real good by the time I get 
through with you!" Harry promised. As he spoke, he began thrusting back and 
forth atop her with firm but deliberately controlled thrusts. 

"Ooooh, ooooh!" Maureen immediately began responding to the pleasant 
friction. Although she hated herself for being such a weakling, she started 
working her hips around under him with sensual rotations, matching him 
stride for stride. "Ooooh, oooh, my! Ooooooh!" 

"Really need that nice hard sausage in you, don't you, mother?" Harry chided 
her. "Having a man's tongue in there really got you turned on, didn't it?" 

"Oooh, please, don't talk about it!" Maureen protested. "Just ... just fuck 
... Oh, please, I'm so embarrassed ... " Without realizing what she had 
done, she had wrapped her arms around him and was pulling him down against 
her, enjoying his masculine weight on top of her. 

"You got nothing to be embarrassed about, mother!" Harry told her. "You're a 
great piece of ass and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! Now, hang on!" 

As he spoke, he began gliding back and forth with quicker, faster movements. 
Each forward thrust rammed his hotly pounding poker into the nether depths 
of her sex-starved cunt, and he could feel the contractions of her vaginal 
muscles as they grabbed at their masculine intruder. With his steel-hard 
prick thoroughly coated with her hotly bubbling feminine oils, their sexual 
organs were functioning together like two well-oiled pieces of machinery. 

"Oh, God! Ooooh! Ooooooh! I love it! I love your prick!" Maureen shamelessly 
confessed although she realized that she had no business talking that way to 
him. "It's so hard! So big! Oooooh! Can't you fuck me any harder?" 

"Anything to oblige!" Harry replied, grunting from his exertions as he began 
rocking back and forth at a faster cadence. "You're really randy, ain't 
you?" 

"Y-yes!" Maureen confessed. "Ooooooh! Ooooh, that's the way! Oh, I need it 
so bad! So bad! Oooooooooh! Oh, my! Oooh, yes, that's the way! Oooooh! 
Oooooh, my!" 

With her assailant thrusting back and forth astride her with virile, 
forceful strokes, Maureen began elevating her buxom hips from the couch to 
meet him. Arching her back sharply and breathing in loud, panting fashion, 
she made him force her body back down against the couch each time he slammed 
forward. Her shapely, stockinged legs were coiled tightly around him, and 
her long and brightly painted nails were digging into the back of his shirt. 
Her tormented clitoris was twitching in an almost painful manner, and a hot, 
itching sensation along her vaginal tract was becoming more intolerable with 
each passing moment. 

"Oooooh! Oooooh! That's the ... Oooooh ... I love..." Maureen rambled with 
unfinished sentences between breathless gasps. The intense erotic pleasures 
of the moment were blotting out all other thoughts, and she found herself 
being completely carried away. His rock hard prick felt like a battering ram 
inside her, plunging back and forth in a manner that at times felt as if it 
were tearing her. apart inside. Although her mind was reeling, she was 
consciously trying to control her vaginal muscles in an effort to squeeze 
his rampant cock as much as possible. 

"That's the way to shake your ass, mother!" Harry complimented his writhing 
victim. "You just keep shaking it and you're gonna go off like a bomb! 
You'll see!" 

Once again he accelerated the pace, thrusting and driving his savagely 
throbbing penis deep into her man-hungry cunt time after time. Breathless 
and nearly crushed under him, Maureen nevertheless kept up with him and 
repeatedly elevated her hips to make him force her back down. The heat in 
her vaginal canal continued to build and sharp, maddening spasms were 
driving her frantic. Her hotly inflated clitoris felt as if it were simply 
going to explode. 

"HARDER! HARDER! FASTER! OH, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!" Maureen screamed in 
torment at her assailant. "OH, I'M GOING CRAZY! HARDER! HARDER!" 

More than a little dismayed by the passionate response from the attractive 
matron, Harry began plunging back and forth with all his might. Rearing back 
repeatedly until just the sleek crown of his lust-bloated spear was inside 
her hotly drooling cunt, he threw everything he had into each forward 
thrust. Completely breathless and totally distraught with sensuous arousal, 
Maureen gratefully absorbed the brutal punishment he was administering and 
knew that she was soaring to an intense climax. Her pelvic muscles were 
jerking and twitching in a purely instinctive fashion, and the muscles in 
her voracious cunt were frantically trying to grab and snap at his rampaging 
cock. 

"MORE! HARDER! HARDER!" Maureen incessantly demanded although she was almost 
too breathless to get the words out. "HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I JUST 
HAVE TO HAVE IT!" 

Harry slammed forward time after time, driving his wildly throbbing shaft in 
to the hilt and nearly smothering her under his muscular body. He could 
sense her onrushing climax, and held himself back just enough to coordinate 
their mutual orgasms. Her arms and stockinged legs were locked in a tight 
vise around him, and her ability to repeatedly lift her hips up to meet up 
was astonishing. 

"OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOOHHHH! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!" Maureen screamed 
as orgasmic spasms took complete possession of her tortured cunt. 
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" 

Harry rammed forward like an angry bull and exploded like a cannon! Hot 
blasts of thick, milky cum jetted into Maureen's voluptuous cunt and his 
complete weight came crushing down on her trembling body in total conquest. 
The completely distraught matron threw her blonde head back in rapture as 
she felt the hot masculine surges deep inside her vagina, while delicious 
spasms emanating in her pink tunnel radiated throughout her body. For a few 
breathtaking moments, she felt as if she were simply going to swoon. 

"Oooooh! Oooooh, this is wonderful! Oooooh, my! 

Oooh! I can't believe it! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, it feels so wonderful! Oh, 
my!" Maureen repeatedly gasped in a dreamy, self-indulgent voice. 

"There, I knew you'd come, big mother!" Harry remarked as he leisurely 
dismounted from the breathless, quaking woman. "Now don't try to tell me you 
didn't like it, because we both know better!" 

As sanity gradually began to return, Maureen suddenly jerked her dress down 
and started to get up. But Harry roughly pushed her back down on the couch. 

'Take it easy, mother, you're not going anyplace!" he told her. 

"But ... but ... " Maureen sputtered. "W-what about the kids?" 

"They're in good hands," Harry replied. "Very good hands indeed!" 

 CHAPTER 2 

As he watcher Maureen disappearing into the house, Mark Pearson turned his 
attention to the occupants of the truck. "Okay, sonny, you come out next!" 
he called out. "But don't try anything funny!" 

Sixteen-year-old Bill Kemper was in an aggressive mood when he appeared at 
the back of the truck. But he changed his mind the instant he caught sight 
of the weapon in the other man's hand. 

"Jump down here and put your hands behind your back!" Mark demanded. 

Given no choice, Bill obeyed. He did not catch sight of the handcuffs until 
they were secured around his wrists. Twisting around to protest, he suddenly 
noticed a blonde head emerging from a car parked some distance away. 

"Come over here, Loretta," Mark cried out. "I've got a date for you!" 

Blonde and tough Loretta Bridges looked confident and more than a little 
bemused as she strode in the direction of the two males. A well built, 
strong girl in her early twenties who had once skated with the Roller Derby, 
she was wearing a formatting white sweater together with bright red hot 
pants and black pantyhose that did the most for her long, shapely legs. 

"Who's that?" Bill couldn't help asking. 

"Boss' girlfriend," Mark replied with a knowing wink. "Betcha she'll make a 
man out of you before you're through!" 

The inexperienced teenager gulped and looked at the approaching woman with 
mixed feelings. She was obviously the athletic type who would be a match for 
most men. 

"Think you can handle this young stud?" Mark asked with a grin as Loretta 
joined them. 

The curvaceous and rather cheap looking blonde looked Bill over in a 
candidly appraising manner that made him feel more than a little uneasy. "I 
sure can?" she drawled in an easy going, confident manner. 

"Okay, take him away then," Mark told her. "And, you, sonny, don't try 
anything funny or it'll go mighty rough on your mom and sister!" 

Bill gulped at the threat and nodded numbly. 

"Don't worry," Loretta remarked. "If he gives me any trouble, I'll just give 
him a good spanking!" 

The remark and Mark's raucous laugh made Bill flush, and he started to say 
something. 

"Come on," Loretta grabbed him by the arm. "Let's go to the car!" she 
instructed, smacking the seat of his pants with her free hand as she 
escorted him toward the car. 

Humiliated but having no alternative, Bill accompanied the athletic young 
woman to the car. 

After the two of them departed, Mark turned his attention to the remaining 
occupant of the trunk. "Okay, sweetheart, you can come out now!" he called 
out. 

Brunette and shapely Ellen was in a state of panic when she appeared at the 
back of the truck. The sight of the gun in her captor's hand made her knees 
nearly buckle. "What are you going to do?" she asked in a terrified voice. 

Mark had not realized until that moment what an attractive prisoner he had 
on his hands. Her figure-hugging orange knit dress revealed a nicely filled 
bra, narrow waist, and nicely rounded bottom, and was hemmed fashionably 
short to display shapely underpinnings enhanced with dark brown pantyhose. 
Her face was delicately featured and her long brunette hair was worn in the 
chic straight style, cascading well below her waist. 

"Come on down, honey!" Mark told her. 

"Do you have to point that gun at me?" Ellen asked apprehensively. 

"No, I'll put it away, in fact," Mark told her, replacing the gun in its 
holster. 

Ellen jumped down from the back of the truck, revealing an appealing amount 
of nylon as she did so. 

"Now, come with me, kid!" Mark gruffly commanded, grabbing her by the wrist. 
He began leading her in the direction of a small bunkhouse at the rear of 
the large house where her mother was held captive. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Ellen asked, her fear and alarm mounting 
with each passing moment. Both her mother and brother had disappeared and, 
for all she knew, she would never see them again. She looked in various 
directions, but the quiet rural setting was totally unfamiliar to her. And, 
to make matters worse, Mark's swarthy, rough-looking appearance and abrupt 
manners were downright scary to the inexperienced young girl. 

"You'll see," Mark replied. 

Maybe I can get away from him, Ellen thought to herself. Behind the 
bunkhouse there was a path that led to a heavily wooded area. If I could 
just get into those woods, I'll bet I could lose him easily! 

As they neared the bunkhouse, Ellen took a deep breath and aimed a quick 
kick at Mark's shinbone. 

"Ow!" Mark exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and pain. Taken off guard, 
he released Ellen's wrist as he reached down to rub his shin. 

Given her chance, Ellen sped off down the path with her long brunette hair 
flying! 

"Hey, you..." Mark yelled at the girl. "Come back!" Caught by surprise, he 
allowed her to get a good head start before realizing that he would have to 
pursue her. When he finally started running, he quickly discovered that she 
wasn't going to be easy to catch. 

Ellen did not look back. Racing as fast as she could, she dodged various 
overhanging branches and bushes as she made her way along the path. To her 
disappointment, the forest was not nearly as dense as it had appeared from 
the distance and it would be much more difficult to lose her pursuer than 
she thought. Her lungs began to hurt and she could feel her legs getting 
tired. 

"Damn kid!" Mark muttered to himself. "When I catch her I'm gonna..." 

Ellen found herself quickly running out of breath. Slowing down, she 
permitted herself a quick look back over her shoulder and could see that her 
pursuer was gaining on her. It was hopeless, she realized. The woods were 
not thick enough and her bright orange dress was a dead giveaway. 

Mark was breathless and furious by the time he finally caught up with her. 
"Damn it, I'll teach you not to try something like that again!" he told her, 
grabbing her roughly by the wrist. 

"Don't hurt me!" Ellen pleaded, cringing with fright. 

Looking quickly around, Mark spotted a tree stump and began half-dragging 
the reluctant, frightened girl toward it. Sitting down on it, he quickly 
pulled her face down across his lap! 

"Hey!" Ellen screamed with surprise. It was a moment before the sheltered 
young girl realized what he intended to do. "DON'T YOU DARE!" she screamed 
with outrage when she caught on. "DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON ME!" Legs 
kicking, she began struggling but he had twisted her wrist into the small of 
her back, and his greater strength left her quite helpless. 

"I'm gonna give you a good spanking, kid!" Mark told her, holding back and 
waiting until she grew tired of struggling. 

"I've never had a spanking in my entire life!" Ellen spoke in a voice of 
horrified outrage. 

"You're overdue then!" Mark curtly replied as he reached for the hem of her 
orange knit dress. 

"OH, NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Ellen screamed with horror when she saw what he 
was about to do. 

"STOP! DON'T YOU DARE!" She renewed her efforts to struggle, but could only 
twist about miserably and wave her nylon-clad legs back and forth. 

Despite her protests and struggles, Ellen's knit dress came up to reveal 
long, shapely legs outlined in dark brown pantyhose. 

"STOP! STOP!" Ellen demanded furiously, her face becoming beet red at the 
indignity he was inflicting on her. 

With the outraged girl's screams ringing in his ears, Mark pulled the dress 
back nearly to her waist. Her tiny, bright red bikini-style nylon panties 
stood out vividly against the darker tops of her pantyhose, and emphasized 
the delightful sauciness of her teenage bottom. 

"Oh, no, oh, this is terrible!" Ellen protested, crimson with shame at the 
very idea of masculine eyes feasting on her panties. The hotly embarrassed 
teenager tried to pull her dress back down, but couldn't manage to do so. 
"Oh, please, don't embarrass me this way!" she pleaded, blinking back tears 
of shame. 

As Mark gazed at her cute, pan tie-clad bottom and smooth, shapely, 
nylon-encased legs, his anger quickly became mixed with sexual arousal. His 
free hand automatically reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and 
panties! 

"OH, NO!" Ellen screamed in shock and almost total disbelief! No one would 
ever dare to do such a thing to her!"OH, NO! STOP! DON'T YOU DARE! OH, MY 
GODDDDDDH" 

Although the horrified teenager thrashed about as wildly as she could on her 
assailant's lap, there was nothing she could do to save herself from the 
exquisite humiliation of having her bottom completely bared. Down came her 
panties and pantyhose to reveal her pink-white and perfectly sculptured 
buttocks. The two beautifully rounded, girlishly full mounds quivered 
brightly in the afternoon sunlight and were obviously a perfect target for a 
good sound spanking. 

"OH, NO! NO! NO!" Ellen shrieked in horror as she felt the cool outdoor 
breeze suddenly wafting against her completely exposed bottom. Her face 
burning with shame, she glanced back over her shoulder and instantly averted 
her eyes as she caught sight of her cute bare bottom sticking up higher than 
the rest of her body. "OH, NO, OH HOW HORRIBLE!" The highly distressed 
teenager was holding her legs as tightly together as she could, but even so 
suspected that she was probably showing too much. 

Mark's eyes were roaming over the attractive target and a firm erection was 
beginning to expand his slacks. Holding the squirming girl firmly with his 
left hand securing her right wrist in the small of her back, he raised his 
right hand in the air. 

"Don't you dare put a hand on me!" Ellen was still defiant. "My father will 
have you..." 

SMACK!! Mark's ham-like palm landed squarely across Ellen's satiny soft and 
highly resilient bottom, producing a loud splatting sound. 

"Eeek!" Ellen screamed with outrage and pain as his masculine palm flattened 
her pretty sit-upons and sent a sharp jolt of pain through her loins. 
"Oooooh! Take your hand off me! Oh, you filthy beast!" 

Thoroughly intrigued by the velvety softness and smoothness of the cute 
teenager's rotund bottom, Mark was in no hurry to lift his hand afterward. 

"Ooooooooh! Ellen simply shriveled with shame as she found a bare masculine 
palm resting familiarly on her completely bare bottom. The young girl had 
never dreamed that anyone would ever dare inflict such an indignity upon 
her. "Take your hand off of me!" she repeated, tears of shame brimming her 
eyes. 

At last, Mark lifted his hand. Smack! This time he concentrated the blow 
entirely on her right bottom-cheek. 

"Owww!" Ellen shrieked, her brunette head snapping back and her nyloned legs 
flying upward. "That hurts! Stop it! Stop it this instant! Do you hear me? 
Oh, this is awful!" 

Whack! Mark applied the third spank to the opposite cheek, momentarily 
flattening the lush hemisphere with its force. 

"Ouch!" Ellen wailed, a grimace of pain appearing on her hotly fluched face. 
"Stop it! It hurts! Please, that's enough! Take your hand off of me!" 

Smack! Splat! Whack! Mark began thoroughly dusting off the young girl's 
plump bottom with crisp, firm smacks that landed at various angles on the 
lush target. He had never spanked a girl before and had not realized what an 
interesting experience it could be. As her assailant's massive palm bounced 
up and down on her girlishly tender buttocks, Ellen shrieked with pain, 
twisted and squirmed like a worm, and repeatedly kicked her nylon-clad legs 
back and forth in a thoroughly provocative pattern. From time to time, he 
could catch a glimpse of her bright pink cuntal groove and the fleecy hair 
surrounding it. 

"Owww! Stop! It hurts! Ouch! Stop, please! Owwww!" Ellen pleaded between 
howls of pain. The brisk spanking was much more painful than she would have 
imagined, and tears of genuine distress were rolling down her cheeks as the 
bonfire in her bottom began to glow hotly. "Ouch! Oh, no! Ouch! You don't 
realize how much it hurts! Please! Owww! Oh, no!!" 

"Your bottom's getting nice and red, honey!" Mark informed the suffering 
girl. His erection was pounding with masculine vitality and he was not about 
to stop. 

Whack! Smack! Clap! Mark's big hand continued to bounce up and down on the 
young girl's curvaceous bottom, which had already become a vividly bright 
crimson. Breaking down into loud sobs of pain and humiliation, Ellen had no 
choice but to kick her shapely legs hard and wide, fully exposing herself to 
the salacious older man's feasting eyes. Waves of throbbing pain were 
shooting through her hips and each succeeding blow stung and hurt more than 
its predecessor. 

"Ooh, no, stop, please! Owwww! I'm begging you! Please! Owwwww! Oh, this is 
just awful! Owwww! Oh, no, aren't you ever going to stop? Ouch! Ooooh, it 
hurts something awful!" Ellen begged although she was crying almost too hard 
to get the words out. "Owwww! Ouch! Owww! Oh, pleeeeeese! I can't stand it 
any more! Oh, nooooo! Owwww! Oh, this is just dreadful! Owwww! Ooooooh!" 

Thoroughly stimulated by the showing the weeping girl was involuntarily 
putting on for him, Mark was becoming interested in things beside spanking. 
Bouncing one final spank off her flaming bottom, he slipped one hand between 
her thighs and into her juicy cuntal slit! 

"OOOOOOOOOH! STOP IT! YOU FIEND!" Ellen shrieked in horror at her tormentor. 
She frantically tried to flop around on his lap, but there was no way she 
could avoid those creeping fingers that were finding their way right into 
her succulent little box!"STOP IT! STOP IT! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! OH, NO 
MAN HAS EVER . . " 

"You got a great little pussy there, honey!" Mark told the squirming, 
horribly embarrassed young girl. His probing fingers poked and jabbed at her 
wet, exquisitely soft feminine meat. 

"Oh, please, it's indecent! Please, I'm a virgin! Please!" Ellen pleaded. 
Squirming around on his lap, she had become aware of his pounding erection 
and was deathly afraid that he was going to deflower her right on the spot. 

"Well, I got a big randy hard-on, honey, and something's gonna have to be 
done about it!" Mark told the distressed girl. "Got any suggestions?" 

"Ooooooooh!" Ellen gasped at his threatening, lewd words. Although quite 
inexperienced, she was not naive and knew more than she would have cared to 
admit. 

"Well, I'll let you save your cherry but your mouth's going to have to act 
as a substitute!" Mark told her. 

"How about it?" 

"Oh, noooooo!" Ellen wailed in despair. The idea of having that vile man's 
penis in her mouth produced a fresh cloudburst of tears. 

"I hope I don't have to spank you any more!" Mark went on. 

"No, no!" Ellen hastily replied, trying to reach back to protect her 
throbbing bottom from any more anguish. 

"That's better," Mark told her, easing her into a kneeling position between 
his legs. 

Her eyes red from crying and her cheeks smeared with her tears, Ellen stared 
at the foreboding lump in the older man's slacks as she reached back to rub 
her smarting bottom with both hands. "Oh, please, don't make me do something 
like that!" she pleaded fervently. "I'm not that kind of girl. I'm a decent 
girl!" 

"Open up my slacks and see what you find there!" Mark told her. "Bet you 
won't be able to resist once you get a good look at it!" 

Ellen shook her head. "You don't seriously think that I would..." The 
revolting suggestion that she should actually open up a man's fly herself 
was staggering. 

"Go on, honey, or I'm gonna haul you over my knee for another spanking!" 
Mark warned. 

Crying and feeling that her self-respect were forever destroyed, Ellen 
haplessly reached for the zipper of his fly. Fumbling at it, she finally 
managed to pull the zipper down all the way. As she nervously pulled open 
his fly, his bright red, blood-swollen cock sprang right out into the open 
in full, upright rigidity! 

"OOOOH!" Ellen gasped and suddenly felt weak before the crimson masculine 
tower. To the inexperienced young girl's eyes, the lust-bloated masculine 
shaft seemed simply huge! Her mouth flew open in astonishment and her 
vibrant young pussy instantly began creaming in a manner that impulsively 
threatened to send her virginity down in shipwreck. "OOOOH!" she repeated, 
one hand slowly coming up to cover her oval-shaped mouth. 

"See! I knew you'd really go for it once you actually saw it!" Mark told the 
hotly flushed, wide-eyed girl. "Now, start eating it just like it's a great 
big old lollipop!" 

Ellen gulped. Although she would never have admitted it, she was really 
quite intrigued by the idea of having that rock hard sausage in her mouth. 

"Go on!" Mark urged. "You won't be the first girl who ever had a cock in her 
mouth!" 

Squirming girlishly and gulping more than once, Ellen tentatively extended 
one hand and circled the throbbing base. The smooth sleekness and the 
pounding vitality inside the elongated masculine pleasure weapon astonished 
her, and brought fresh gushes of girl juice bubbling through her puffy 
cuntal lips. She could not resist the temptation to squeeze as hard as she 
could, and tilting the swollen shaft forward at the right angle, prepared to 
sample it with her tongue. Her heart was thumping furiously as her slippery 
pink tongue emerged from her full, sensuous lips and came into contact with 
the sleek crown. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" the young teenager emitted a muffled sound of excitement as 
her tongue brushed against the velvety smooth masculine meat. 

That's the way, kid!" Mark told her, leaning back slightly and preparing to 
enjoy being eaten by the comely young girl. "Go ahead! Enjoy yourself!" 

Ellen's mind was reeling as she lolled her tongue swiftly over the purplish 
hued cock-head, while at the same time holding the hotly throbbing shaft in 
her small hand. Her free hand roamed beneath her still upraised dress and 
into the wet waterfall at the fork of her legs. A fresh gush of feminine dew 
soaked her fingers as she quickly slotted a finger between her plump, 
slippery labia, and began gently consoling her highly agitated button. The 
sudden contact sent shivers racing through her body, and made her squirm 
girlishly before her captor. 

"You're catching on!" Mark told the hotly blushing girl. "Now put it in your 
mouth and start sucking on it!" A flicker of a smile crossed his face as he 
caught sight of her masturbatory movements. 

"It's so big I don't think I can!" Ellen replied, gulping at the thought of 
having all that solid cockmeat in her mouth. Her finger continued toying 
with her rapidly swelling clitoris, and the heat from the spanking was 
making her feel all the more squirmy. 

"It's easy!" Mark assured her. "Just work it in slowly and you'll see!" 

Still holding the firmly pounding muscle in her hand, Ellen took in a deep 
breath and began forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Squirming 
anxiously and not the least bit confident about the results, the shapely 
young teenager lowered her mouth down over the up-thrust head. The sleek 
masculine meat brushed against her opened lips, and almost before she 
realized it the mushroom-shaped crown was completely inside her hot young 
mouth! 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Mark emitted an exclamation of pure animal pleasure as he 
suddenly felt the young girl's delightfully wet, warm mouth circling his 
furiously throbbing manhood. "Ahhhhh, that's the way, kid!" he added, 
brushing her long brunette hair back out of the way so that he could see 
what she was doing. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned with feelings that mixed excitement with concern. 
Fingering herself at a faster pace, she wanted to get more of that rock hard 
meat into her mouth although she was afraid that she was going to choke on 
it. Bubbling spurts of girl juice were coating her fingers and trickling 
down the insides of her thighs, and her vibrant young pussy had become 
thoroughly hot and itchy. 

Sliding her hand down out of the way, Ellen slowly began taking more of the 
older man's hot, hard cock into her delicious young mouth. The sleek crown 
brushed against the roof of her mouth, and she found her salivary glands 
going into high gear, quickly filling her mouth with saliva and forcing her 
to pause to swallow with an audible gulp. 

"You're doing great, kid!" Mark remarked as he watched more and more of his 
hotly swollen prick disappearing into the delectable oral cavity. "See how 
much of it you can get into your mouth!" 

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned as the thick masculine sausage pried her 
jaws apart much farther than she would have imagined possible. Squirming 
anxiously on her knees, the comely young brunette gradually lowered her head 
farther downward on the upright masculine battering ram. More and more 
saliva flooded the area, forcing her to pause once again to swallow. Her 
busy fingers titillated the silky lining of her vaginal orifice and 
repeatedly scraped her blooming clitoris, making her feel all the more hot 
and bothered. 

"Beautiful, kid, beautiful!" Mark complimented the youthful fellatrix. "Suck 
on it! It won't take you long to get the hang of it!" 

With several inches of swollen, wildly throbbing cockmeat penetrating deeply 
into her mouth, Ellen paused to swallow her saliva and immediately began 
sucking with drawn-in cheeks. Using one hand to stroke and caress the 
portions that were not in her mouth, the inexperienced girl was both curious 
and worried about the ultimate results of her efforts. She had no idea what 
it would taste like, and was more than a little concerned that she was going 
to wind up choking on it. She knew that several of her girlfriends had 
experimented with fellatio, and wished that she had asked them more about 
it. 

"Ahhhhh, feels great, kid! Just what I needed!" Mark exclaimed, his voice 
reflecting the sensual enjoyment he was experiencing by violating the young 
girl's mouth. That's the way! Wow!" He was no longer able to hold still and 
was thrusting his pelvis back and forth with coital movements. 

Her brunette head bobbing up and down in the older man's lap, Ellen twisted 
her head from side to side to allow the lust-bloated masculine harpoon to 
bulge outward against first one cheek and then the other. The elongated 
shaft was thoroughly coated with saliva and slid easily back and forth in 
her opened mouth. At the same time, her busy fingers were tantalizing her 
vaginal orifice and feverishly taut clitoris, and she found herself writhing 
with sensuous undulating movements. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned in a distraught, strained manner that 
reflected her growing emotional turmoil. Her busy mouth repeatedly filled 
with saliva, compelling her to stop and swallow with a loud gulp before 
resuming. Her entire body felt so hot that her clothes were quite 
uncomfortable, and she had to resist the temptation to impulsively strip 
them off. "Ahhhhh! Mmmmmm! Ahhhhhh!" Mark grunted with lustful pleasure as 
he enjoyed the young girl's initiation to oral sex. "Ahhhhh! That's the way, 
baby! Oooh, wow, did I ever need to get my rocks off!" Thoroughly teased by 
Ellen's delightfully hot mouth, he was breathing irregularly and holding 
himself back to prolong the exquisitely pleasurable sensations as long as 
possible. 

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmrammmmmm!" Sensing that her masculine tormentor would not be 
able to resist her tempting mouth much longer, Ellen found herself moaning 
and groaning with anticipation and worry. Her fingers were busy poking and 
rubbing her lust-expanded magic bud from every angle, and she could tell 
that it was on the verge of an explosion of fireworks. Although she was 
quite breathless, she began bobbing her head up and down as fast as she 
dared, driving his hotly bloated cock in nearly to her throat with each 
forward dive. 

"Ohhh! Ahhh! Wow! Oooooh! Wow! Can't take much more of this!" Mark spoke 
between loud gasps. "Oh, wow! Ahhhh! Ooooh! Jesus H. Christ! Owww! OOH! 
OOH!" 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he suddenly grabbed Ellen's brunette 
head with both hands and began pumping it up and down in his lap! 

"MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" Ellen groaned with a mixture of discomfort and rising 
excitement. Scared to death that she might choke, she instinctively began 
sturggling but could not free herself from his powerful grip. His swollen 
prick felt like a hot bayonet stabbing deep into her mouth and nearly to her 
throat, and she found herself gurgling on her own saliva. At the same time, 
her fingers worked frantically to satisfy her demanding clitoris. 
"Mmmmmmmm-mm! Mmmmmmm..." 

"Oh! Ah! Oh, this is it! I can't take it any more! Oooooh, wow!" Mark 
exclaimed in a highly agitated voice. "Ooooh! Wow! Ooooh!" 

Resisting to the last second, the highly aroused man suddenly lifted himself 
several inches off the tree stump and exploded like an erupting volcano! 

"MMMMMMM!" Ellen's brunette head reflexively snapped back as the hot jets of 
masculine cream suddenly hit the roof of her mouth and splattered in all 
directions. For a horrible instant, she was just sure she was going to choke 
to death! Mark's hands held her in place and gave her no choice but to take 
his entire climax directly in her mouth. Gurgling and gasping and at times 
nearly half-strangling, the highly agitated young girl finally managed to 
avoid choking and suddenly became aware of the tangy, virile, delicious 
taste of the masculine cream that was filling her mouth to the brim and 
threatening to overwhelm her! As she did so, the overwrought girl jammed 
three fingers deep into her vaginal orifice and dissolved in a shivering, 
breathless climax!"Mmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmm ... mmmmmm..." 

"Ahhhh! Ooooh! Wow!" Mark exclaimed with relief as he at last released his 
powerful grip on the young girl's brunette head. "Ooooh, wow! What a 
relief!" 

As he re-seated himself on the tree stump, Ellen was in no hurry to release 
his suddenly limp prick from her oral grip. Resting her head on his lap, she 
began carefully licking up all the spare cum she could find and letting it 
linger in her mouth before swallowing it with obvious relish. At the same 
time, she kept one finger on her tiny clitoris to fully enjoy its climactic 
convulsions. 

"Great blow job, kid!" Mark told her. "With that little mouth of yours, you 
and I are going to get along just great!" 

 CHAPTER 3 

"Where are you taking me?" Bill Kemper asked as the car sped away from the 
parked truck. As he spoke, he glanced uneasily at the young woman driver 
attired in clinging sweater, bright red hot pants and black pantyhose. 
Despite her tough appearance, there was something appealing about her. 

"You'll see!" Loretta Bridges replied, flashing a superior smile at the 
apprehensive young man seated at her side. "You heard what the man said. 
Don't give me a hard time or it might go hard on your mother and sister!" 

Bill nodded. Despite her admonition, he was trying to devise a way to 
escape. However, the handcuffs on his wrists were not the type that one 
could easily escape from, and besides he was none too confident of his 
ability to handle the well-built and athletic blonde who seemed to know 
exactly what she was doing. Obviously, his captors would not have left him 
alone with her if they doubted her ability to handle him. It was humiliating 
to be under the control of a female. 

Looking out the window, he realized that he had completely lost his 
bearings. The farmhouse where his mother was held captive had disappeared 
from sight, and he wasn't even sure what direction they were going. Within a 
few minutes, his female captor pulled up in front of what appeared to be a 
small cottage. Turning off the ignition, she reached over and suddenly began 
undoing his belt buckle! 

"Hey, what are you doing?" Bill burst out, instinctively trying to struggle 
against the brazen assault. 

"Hold still!" Loretta demanded. 

Despite his struggles, she quickly undid his belt, unfastened his slacks, 
and yanked down the zipper of his fly! The young man's face instantly became 
quite red and he ineffectually tried to free himself from the handcuffs. 

"Hey, what do you think you're doing anyway?" he demanded. 

Without bothering to answer, Loretta jumped out of the car and moved around 
to his side. On the way, she paused just long enough to equip herself with a 
whippy willow switch about three feet in length. A confident and severe look 
on her face, she pulled the car door .open. 

"Come on!" she demanded. "Out we go!" 

As he awkwardly climbed out of the car, Bill knew that there was no way to 
keep his slacks from falling down and down they came. 

"In the house!" Loretta demanded, grinning at his intense embarrassment. As 
she spoke, she slashed the switch across the backs of his bare thighs! 

"Oww!" Bill cried out, wincing as the highly flexible switch stung his bare 
flesh much more than he would have imagined. 

"Let's go!" Loretta ordered in an unnecessarily loud voice, grabbing his arm 
and propelling him forward. Once again the switch slashed across his bare 
legs. 

"Oww! Please!" Bill cried out. Nearly tripping on his lowered slacks, Bill 
found himself being forcibly marched into the samll cottage by the 
switch-wielding young woman. Embarrassed nearly to the point of tears, the 
well-built 16-year-old simply had no choice but to obey. "Oww, please!" he 
repeated on more than one occasion as the switch cut across his bare flesh 
at a horizontal angle. 

The interior of the cottage was sparsely but adequately furnished, but the 
distressed young man had little time to acquaint himself with the premises. 

"You're going to do what I say!" Loretta warned him. "Or else! Understand? 
Now, I'm going to give you a good spanking to show you who's boss!" 

"W-what?" Bill stammered. His mind seemed to be reeling under the impact of 
the swift-moving events, and he couldn't think straight. Still trying to 
struggle free of the handcuffs that left him at her mercy, he watched with 
growing alarm as she produced an oval-shaped wooden paddle that obviously 
packed a wallop! 

"I'm going to take you over my knees just like a little kid!" Loretta told 
him, smiling at the prospect of putting the nicely built young man through 
his paces. "Ever been spanked before?" 

Bill shook his head. He wanted to protest, but couldn't quite think what to 
say and didn't want to risk antagonizing her more. 

"Well, you've never been spanked until you've had a Roller Derby gal warm 
your booty, I can tell you that!" Loretta promised. As she spoke, she seated 
herself on the side of a small cot with her nylon-clad thighs slightly apart 
and patted one knee. "Come here, little boy, and get over my lap!" she spoke 
sarcastically. 

Bill wanted to refuse but realized that it might just make things worse for 
him. Hobbled by his lowered slacks and red with humiliation, he started 
making his way over to the sadistic young woman. Despite his embarrassment 
and fear, he was keenly aware of her well-filled white sweater and her long, 
shapely legs outlined in sheer black nylon, and could feel a most 
embarrassing erection starting to expand his shorts! 

"Hurry up!" Loretta demanded. "Quit stalling!" 

As Bill approached her, the athletic young woman reached out and grabbed his 
arm to pull him face down over her attractive but capable lap. Losing his 
balance, Bill toppled forward over her shapely thighs and suddenly found 
himself upturned over her lap like a kid. 

"These will have to go!" Loretta announced, grabbing the waistband of his 
shorts and yanking them down with one powerful tug! 

"Hey!" Bill protested, his fingers clawing out futilely in an effort to 
retrieve his shorts. "Come on! You don't have the right to..." 

WHACK! The first whack of the solid paddle landed squarely on his completely 
bare bottom! 

"YEOW!" Bill screamed with a mixture of pain and outraged dignity. Suddenly 
realizing how much she was capable of hurting him, he instantly tried to 
resist but the former Roller Derby skater was strong enough to control him. 
With a sinking feeling, he realized that he couldn't defend himself from 
that wicked paddle of hers. 

SMACK! Loretta applied the paddle with a wrist-snapping stroke that brought 
it down full force across both bottom-cheeks! 

"OWWW!" Bill shrieked, trying as best he could to twist out of the aim of 
the paddle. It was deeply humiliating to have a young woman mistreating him 
like that, and he was even more embarrassed by the erection that had sprung 
up as if it had a mind of its own. "Let me go! You have no right to do this! 
Come on!" 

SPLAT! Once again Loretta applied the paddle with a resounding whack. 

"Owww! Please, no!" Bill exclaimed, tears of pain and shame welling in his 
eyes as the paddle seared across his exposed rear. 

"I'm going to give you a good hot one!" Loretta promised the distressed 
teenager. "I can tell you like it!" 

Whack! Smack! Crack! Easily holding the handcuffed young man face down over 
her lap, the athletic blonde began putting the paddle to him with regular 
and firm strokes. Each whack landed with a loud report and produced a loud 
howl of genuine distress from the suffering young man. Despite his frantic 
efforts to defend his suddenly blazing bottom, Loretta quite easily managed 
to control him. 

"Ouch! Owwww! Stop, it hurts! Owwww! Ouch!" Bill cried out. His bottom 
already felt as if he had been sitting on an oven, and hot tears were 
beginning to blind his vision. Although the humiliation of being spanked by 
such a well-built young woman was intense, at the moment the highly 
distressed adolescent was more concerned about sparing his bottom from the 
fiery kiss of the paddle. "Ouch! Please! Owww! Ouch! Oww! Come on, it hurts! 
Owww!" 

"Your bottom's getting red!" Loretta teased the distressed youth. There was 
nothing more the well-built blonde enjoyed than putting a member of the 
opposite sex through his paces, and that was the reason why she had taken 
over supervision of their male captive. 

"Please, that's enough!" Bill pleaded. "No more! I'll do what you say! 
Please!" 

Whack! Splat! Smack! Loretta continued wielding the paddle in authoritative 
fashion, pausing only a few seconds between strokes and then striking again. 
As the tearful young man tossed about on her lap, she caught his rock hard 
erection between her nyloned thighs and squeezed firmly on it! 

"Owww! Please! Please!" Bill begged, sobbing hard. "Please! Ouch! Oh, no! 
Owwww!" He kept trying to struggle, but felt out of breath and exhausted. 

"There, that ought to last you for awhile!" Loretta said as she applied the 
final whack and abruptly shoved the highly distressed young man off her lap. 
"You'll get some more if you don't do what I say!" 

Collapsing in a heap on the floor, Bill tried to get himself under control. 
The hotly burning, deeply penetrating heat in his buttocks felt as if a 
blowtorch had been applied to him, and the throbbing pain left him sobbing 
with pain and humiliation. 

"Now I'm going to give you a chance to show me how good you are!" Loretta 
told him. Thoroughly stimulated by the vicious spanking she had 
administered, the well built blonde began peeling off her white sweater. 

Though his tears obscured his vision, Bill watched as her sweater came off 
to reveal a well-filled white nylon brassiere that shaped her full bosom to 
two steep points. Kicking off her shoes, Loretta stood up and prepared to 
remove her bright red hot pants. Despite his distress, Bill's eyes widened 
with interest as the hot-pants came off to reveal her fully curvaceous hips 
and long, shapely legs outlined in sheer black pantyhose. He could see the 
enticing clump of mashed hair behind the clinging garment, and could feel 
his hot and hard prick beginning to throb even more vigorously. 

"Let's see what this does for you, young man!" Loretta remarked with a 
confident smile as she reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. 

Although he kept telling himself that he should hate her for humiliating him 
so much, the inexperienced teenager watched with fascination as her 
rose-tipped, melon-sized breasts tumbled slinkily from the cups of her 
supporting garment. The two plump mounds jounced provocatively as Loretta 
playfully tossed the bra in his face and laughed in a manner that clearly 
indicated that she found it quite amusing to torment him with her feminine 
charms. 

"Now don't go popping your cock too soon, kid!" she told him in a mildly 
contemptuous voice. "You do and you'll get some more of the paddle!" 

As she spoke, the cheap-looking but sensuous blonde hooked her fingers into 
the waistband of her pantyhose and began peeling them downward. She moved in 
a deliberately slow manner designed to tantalize the young boy all the more. 
Bill gazed wide-eyed as the triangular tuft of curly hair, several shades 
darker than her blonde head, came into view. Loretta slowly rolled the 
pantyhose down her smooth legs, dark nylon departing to reveal creamy white 
flesh, and a flash of pink meat appeared as she kicked the rolled-up garment 
away. 

"Come on, kid, you know what I want you to do!" she announced, standing 
naked before him with her feet spread well apart and her arms akimbo. 

Although trapped by his handcuffs and lowered slacks and shorts, and still 
aching painfully from the almost brutal spanking she had administered, Bill 
nonetheless found himself completely enthralled by the voluptuous blonde who 
stood dominantly over him. Awkwardly moving into a kneeling position before 
her, he found himself staring at her pendulous bosom and the vivid pink 
crease at the apex of her legs that was partially camouflaged by light, 
fleecy hair. His prick felt as hot as a poker and he remembered her 
admonition about ejaculating prematurely. 

"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Loretta asked with a laugh. Reaching 
forward with both hands, she suddenly grabbed his head and mashed his face 
right against her pussy! 

"Ooooh!" Bill gasped with surprise but did not try to pull away as he 
suddenly found his face buried in the furry thicket. The entire area was 
slightly moist and sticky. 

"Come on, use your tongue!" Loretta demanded. "See if you can get me turned 
on!" As she spoke, she pressed his face even more tightly against her lush 
underbrush and wriggled her hips with the grinding movements of a burlesque 
dancer. "Come on, eat me! Eat me!" 

At first nearly overcome with the heady feminine perfumes that assailed his 
nostrils, the inexperienced youth extended his tongue and servilely flicked 
it up and down along the pink crease. A warm gush of feminine honey suddenly 
inundated his face and trickled into his mouth as Loretta kept a firm grip 
on his head. 

"Eat me, eat me, that's the way! I can feel your tongue!" the voluptuous 
blonde demanded. "Get it inside me! I'm going to teach you how to eat 
pussy!" 

As she spoke, she ground her hips around in an undulating fashion and 
tightened her grip on Bill's head. His face mashed against the older woman's 
hotly moist, sticky pussy, the highly aroused young man struggled to insert 
his-extended tongue between her plump outer labia. The two slippery pussy 
lips pressed against his face as he finally managed to work his tongue into 
the succulent groove. Feminine dew cascaded over his tongue and directly 
into his mouth, making him feel as if he had dived into a warm, wet pool. 

'That's the way! Eat me!" Loretta directed, keeping a firm grip on his head. 
"Find my clit! Go on!" 

His face plastered against the combination of wet feminine hair and meat in 
a manner that left him almost breathless, Bill began working his tongue up 
and down in the wet furrow. The close-up angle prevented him from focusing 
his eyes and he could only grope blindly in search of her tiny love bud. 
Sliding along her inner labia in a swirling river of feminine soup, his 
tongue finally discovered the diminutive knob and was more than a little 
dismayed by the violent shiver that suddenly afflicted her entire body. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Loretta gasped, her blonde head snapping back and her back 
arching sharply. "That's the way!" 

Though at times he thought he was simply going to drown in turbulent gushes 
of warm girl juice, Bill stabbed his tongue repeatedly at the tiny feminine 
organ. He could feel it swelling and twitching with raw physical arousal, 
and worked to suck it as far into his mouth as possible. Spread lewdly open, 
her plump outer labia plastered her feminine sweetmenats against his face. 

"Ahhhh! That's the way! There! Ooooh! Uhhhhhhhh!" Loretta exclaimed in a 
tense voice. Clenching her teeth and grimacing as her body responded to the 
intimate caresses, she was breathing with clearly audible gasps that 
betrayed her growing arousal. "You're catching on! That's the way! 
Ooooooooh! That feels great! Keep doing it! Mm mmmmmmmmm! Oooooooooh!" 

Quite astonished by the older woman's passionate responses to his exploring 
tongue, Bill tried to concentrate all his efforts on her frantically swollen 
love bud. His wildly pulsating cock was simply aching to be sequestered in 
the pink tunnel that lay just beyond the reach of his tongue, and he was 
praying that she wouldn't be sadistic enough to deny him that gratification. 
He kept working at the handcuffs that held him prisoner, but there was no 
way he could free himself from her dominance. 

"Ahhhhh! Oooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Loretta gasped with rising wantonness. 
"Ooooooooh! Love it! Oh, wow! That's the way, kid, eat it! Oooooooh! Do I 
need it!" 

Her hands tightened their grip on his head and Bill began to fear that he 
was going to smother in that sopping wet jungle of hair and feminine meat. 
He was quite breathless and his face was red from his efforts, and feminine 
honey seemed to be pouring over his face in hot streams. 

"Oh, wow, I've got to have more in there than just your tongue!" Loretta 
suddenly announced. 

The breathless, fully aroused woman suddenly released her grip on Bill's 
head and pushed him away. 

"Come on, kid, stretch out on the cot!" she instructed, leaning over to 
assist him. "On your back." 

"It's too uncomfortable!" Bill protested at the prospect of having to lie 
supine with his back with his hands cuffed behind him. 

"Shut up!" Loretta replied, pushing him on to his back. The well built 
blonde moved quickly to pull off his slacks and strip him completely from 
the waist down. 

Twisting to minimize the discomfort of the position as much as possible, 
Bill watched with mounting excitement as the shapely blonde woman knelt 
astride him with a flushed and highly expectant look on her face. 

"Got to have some of this hard meat inside me!" she exclaimed, grabbing his 
hotly swollen joystick in her hand and aligning it with her brightly pink 
pussy lips. I Wriggling around quickly, she began lowering her self on the 
plum-shaped crown. "Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped as bare masculine and feminine 
meat came into contact. 

Given no choice but to play the passive role, Bill sucked in his breath and 
held it as her exquisitely wet, clinging tunnel slid down over his hotly 
aching prick. He could see it disappearing into her voracious cunt-hole, and 
could feel her hot juices soaking it in their slippery oils. 

"Ah, that's more like it!" Loretta exclaimed in a contented voice as she 
found her hungry twat very nicely filled with rock hard prick. Settling down 
until the crown of his hotly bloated shaft was driven deep into her 
overheated cunt, she immediately began twisting her hips and pelvis around 
in various directions. "I can tell you're cherry!" she tormented her 
youthful partner. "Remember what I told you about popping off too soon!" 

"Okay, okay," Bill replied, not wishing to be reminded again. His eyes 
focused on the older woman's jouncing breasts as she rode him cowgirl style, 
the lower half of her body undulating with sensuous movements. He could feel 
the crown of his wildly pounding cock probing deep into the nether depths of 
her juicy, clinging cunt, and despite the difficulties of the position he 
was in began thrusting up and down with his pelvis. 

'That's the way, tiger!" Loretta told him, flashing a wide smile at him. 
"Oh, I love having all that good hard meat in me!" 

A blissful expression on her hotly flushed face, the athletic blonde 
continued working her hips around with tantalizing thrusts from one side to 
the other. Although his buttocks were still throbbing painfully from the 
sadistic paddling she had administered, the young man was too intrigued by 
his sexual initiation to be concerned about anything but the raw physical 
pleasure of highly aroused sexual organs in contact. He could feel her 
vaginal walls grabbing and snapping at his hotly swollen masculine tool as 
she twisted around on top of him. 

"Mmmmmmmm, this is what I need!" Loretta purred. "I'm going to teach you to 
be my own private stud! A gal my age needs a really hot teenager to give her 
what she needs!" 

Her full, scarlet-dipped breasts swaying provocatively before him, she 
spread her legs even farther apart and drove his desire-bloated prick even 
deeper into her warmly yielding cunt. Her back arched rather sharply, the 
voluptuous blonde once again began twisting her torso from side to side in a 
rhythmic pattern. 

"Mmmmmmmm, I love your cock!" she told him, licking her lips sensuously with 
her pink tongue as she spoke. "It feels so thick and so hard!" she added in 
an exaggerated manner. 

Biting his lip to hold himself back as much as possible, Bill responded to 
her tantalizing movements by upward thrusts of his hips. Her hotly flowing 
juices poured downward over his red hot poker, reducing the friction between 
their sexual organs and producing an incredible slipperiness. He would have 
loved to have his hands free to play with her wildly jouncing boobs. 

"Bet if I let you go, you'd get on top of me and really slam it to me!" 
Loretta suggested, abruptly stopping her gyrations and looking down at him 
with a pleased smile on her hotly flushed face. "How about it?" 

"You bet I would!" Bill replied, although he wasn't sure whether or not she 
was simply teasing him. 

"Okay!" Loretta agreed, quickly dismounting from his supine body. She 
quickly produced a key and reached behind him to undo the cuffs. "There!" 

As she finished speaking, she promptly stretched out supine on the couch 
with her bare legs thrown lewdly open. "Hurry up!" she demanded, her eyes 
fixed on his bulging, glistening cock. She began rocking her pelvis back and 
forth in anticipation of the pleasures to come. 

His eyes glued on the shapely older woman's glittering pink crevice, Bill 
hastily yanked off his shirt and undershirt and dived down on top of her. 

"Ooooh!" Loretta let out a whoop as the young man's lean, muscular body 
crashed down upon her soft feminine form. With practiced skill, she slid one 
hand under him to guide his rigid harpoon into her wet wonderland. "Ahhhhh!" 
she gasped with pleasure as she felt the sleek cockhead penetrating her 
outer labia. 

Throwing all of his strength into it, Bill thrust forward with a powerful 
drive that jammed his wildly pounding cock into the hilt! 

"OOOOOOH!" Loretta gasped, instantly wrapping her smooth bare arms and legs 
around the young man's hairy body. Throwing her blonde head back and arching 
her midsection, she dug her sharp fingernails into his back in an urgent, 
demanding fashion. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she exclaimed in a breathless voice. 

His mind unable to think of anything but the raw, lustful pleasures his 
swollen prick was enjoying, Bill instantly began ramming back and forth with 
muscular thrusts. Loretta responded with cooperative thrusts of her buxom 
hips, working them around in a circular fashion and lifting them up off the 
cot to meet his forward strokes. At the same time, her vaginal walls sucked 
greedily inward, as if trying to swallow his proud young cock completely. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Loretta demanded between loud, passionate gasps. 
"Harder! Come on! Really ram it in hard! Jeez, I'm so cock-hungry I could 
die! That's the way! Harder!" 

Thoroughly tantalized by her warm, tightly clinging body and sensuous 
movements beneath him, Bill pumped at a progressively faster pace. Loretta 
easily matched him stride for stride, lifting her hips high in the air and 
forcing him to ride her down. Her fingers worked downward and her long nails 
began scraping his well-paddled and still hotly throbbing buttocks, digging 
in like powerful spurs! 

"Owwww! You bitch!" Bill yelped, an anguished expression coming over his 
face. "Owwww! Christ!" 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Loretta taunted him, sadistically scraping her 
fingernails across his sensitive flesh., Bill drew back until just the head 
of his furiously pulsating member was just inside the older woman's drooling 
cunt. "I'm going to fuck you all right!" he told her in a determined voice. 
"Christ, what a goddamned bitch you are!" 

"WELL, GO AHEAD!" Loretta replied, driving her fingernails in all the 
harder. 

"Owwwww!" Uttering a roar of outraged fury and pain, Bill slammed forward 
with all his might, driving his bloated young battering ram in nearly to the 
cervix! 

"OOOOOH!" Loretta gasped as she felt the hard masculine ramrod thrusting 
deep into her hot, man-hungry cunt. "HARDER! HARDER! JESUS, MY CUNT'S 
DRIVING ME CRAZY!" 

Driven by a mixture of hatred and physical desire, Bill thrust back and 
forth with powerful masculine strokes. His blood-gorged prick repeatedly 
thrust the full length of her vaginal tunnel, scraping her swollen and 
twitching clitoris with each forward thrust. Beneath him Loretta twisted and 
squirmed with serpentine movements, her back arching sharply in anticipation 
of each forward thrust. Her vaginal walls began contracting with spasmic 
jerks, snapping and pulling inward in possessory fashion. 

"Oh, that's the way! Beautiful! Just what I need!" Loretta exclaimed in a 
dreamy, radiant voice. "Perfect! What a cock you got! Oh, don't stop, never! 
Oh, wow! What a prick! Oh, Jesus, is my cunt hot! I never realized I was so 
goddamned randy!" As she spoke, she continued digging her long nails into 
his aching buttocks in a deliberately sadistic manner. 

"Oh, you bitch!" Bill screamed at her. "Goddamn it! Take that!" 

Drawing back until just the very tip of anguished prick was inside her pink 
groove, he slammed downward with all his might! 

"OOOOOOH!" Loretta cried out with a mixture of wanton pleasure and 
discomfort as the young man's weight came crashing down upon her. Her 
vaginal walls were starting to spasm, and her tautly distended clitoris felt 
as if it were going to burst at any moment. "HARDER! CHRIST! MORE! HARDER! 
MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME HARDER! OOOOOH! OOOO OOOOH!" 

Breathless but determined to hold out just as long as possible, Bill rammed 
back and forth like an angry bull. But no matter how many times he crushed 
her body under him and drove his red hot prick deep into her steaming cunt, 
Loretta thrust her hips upward to challenge him again. Their naked bodies 
glued together, the two of them wrestled wildly for supremacy in a frenzied 
manner that at times threatened to make the small cot collapse under them. 

"MORE! MORE! OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I'M GOING TO CUM! OOOOOOH! DON'T STOP! OH, MY 
CUT'S GOING TO ... OOOOOOOH!" Loretta screamed as she found her voluptuous 
body beginning to surrender to the bliss of orgasmic fulfillment. 
"OOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! JEEZ ... OOOOOOOH! AHHHH..." 

More than a little dismayed by his older partner's lustful abandonment, Bill 
plunged back and forth at a furious pace. Each forward thrust drove the 
crown of his wildly throbbing cock in to the hilt, and each time he 
immediately drew back to repeat the assault. 

"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I'M CUMMMMM-" Her blonde head thrown back, Loretta 
emitted a loud shriek as orgasmic convulsions suddenly overcame her 
tormented clitoris and overheated vagina. Hugging him tightly with all four 
limbs, the distraught woman struggled to pull him down against her. "OOOOOH! 
OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!" 

Drawing back as far as he could, Bill slammed forward with all the force he 
could muster and simply let himself go! His lust-tormented cock gave way 
like a dam bursting and frantic blasts of hot cum poured deep into the older 
woman's hotly yearning cunt. His full weight came down upon her and he 
pushed forward as hard as he could as voluminous jets of semen spurted from 
his red hot prick. 

"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! WOW!" Loretta repeatedly gasped as her climactic spasms 
sent waves of wanton pleasure racing through her vibrant body. Her wildly 
twitching clitoris scraped against the young man's furiously discharging 
penis, sending electric shivers coursing through her entire nervous system. 
"OOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOH!" 

Gradually regaining his sanity after the exhilarating experience, Bill 
slowly started to draw back from his blonde captor. 

"No, let it soak!" Loretta told him, pulling him back down toward her. "You 
can't escape anyway, so you might as well enjoy yourself!" 

 CHAPTER 4 

"You can't keep me here forever!" Maureen Kemper demanded. After two days in 
captivity, the attractive society woman was a nervous wreck. 

"Shut up, mother!" Harry replied. "Soon as your old man comes up with the 
ransom money, we'll let you go." 

"But what about the kids? Are they all right?" she persisted. "Tell me, 
please!" 

"I told you to shut up," Harry growled. 

"But tell me, please!" Maureen went on. "Please, it's terrible to treat me 
like this!" 

"If you don't shut up, I got something nice and big to put in your mouth!" 
Harry warned her. 

"Ooooooooh!" Maureen gasped with disgust. He had made that threat several 
times, and each time it made her shudder with revulsion. "Tell me about the 
kids!" she nonetheless persisted. "Are they all right? Just tell me they're 
all right." 

Harry flashed her an irate glance. "Come here!" he demanded in an angry 
voice. Maureen was afraid to disobey. Gulping hard, the comely blonde slowly 
walked over to the easy chair where he was seated. "Please, tell me about 
the kids. Where are they? Are they all right?" 

"I warned you!" Harry spoke in a hostile voice. "The only way to shut you up 
is to put something hot and hard in there! Now, get down on your knees!" 

"OH, NO!" Maureen gasped. "What a filthy idea! I'm a decent woman! I 
couldn't possibly..." Trembling and blushing hotly, she began backing slowly 
away from her tormentor. 

Harry regarded her with grim amusement. "I have ways of persuading you!" he 
warned her. 

"Please, I couldn't possibly ... " Maureen protested. "I've never done such 
a thing in my life..." 

"Come on!" Harry told her. "This is your last chance! Get down on your 
knees!" 

"No! Ho! No!" Maureen gasped with mounting horror as she realized that he 
was in fact quite serious. 

"Okay," Harry announced, jumping to his feet and quickly grabbing her wrist. 
"Let's go!" he told her, pulling her in the direction of the bedroom. 

"What are you going to do?" Maureen asked in an anxious voice. She was 
trying to hold back but was afraid he would hurt her if she offered too much 
resistance. 

"You'll see!" Harry promised, half-dragging the reluctant woman with him. In 
the bedroom, he quickly spotted an old-fashioned, oval-shaped wooden 
hairbrush lying on a dresser top. "I've got just the thing for you, mother!" 
he said, grabbing the hairbrush and pulling her toward the bed. 

"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Maureen screamed with shock 
and dismay as her captor abruptly seated himself on the side of the bed and 
yanked her sprawling face down across his lap! 

"You're gonna get a good spanking, mother!" Harry announced in an amused 
voice, quickly pulling her right wrist into the small of her back to make it 
impossible for her to escape. 

"SPANKING!" Maureen shrieked. The idea of a woman of her age and status 
being spanked was so preposterous that her mind could scarcely absorb it. A 
wave of humiliation and fear suddenly swept over her entire body, and she 
instinctively began to struggle to free herself from his grip. "You can't 
possible do such a thing to me!" she gasped in a horrified voice. "You 
wouldn't dare! You wouldn't!" 

"Wouldn't I?" Harry mocked her. Her squirming body and kicking legs were 
already having a pleasantly stimulating effect on him. Her light blue jersey 
dress had ridden up to display the darker portions of her brown nylon 
stockings, and her prettily kicking legs were more than enough to get the 
blood flowing into his prick. 

"Let me go! You wouldn't dare!" Maureen exclaimed. Although she tried to 
struggle, it was obvious that she didn't have a chance and the only hope was 
to talk him out of it. "Let me go! Please, you're hurting my arm. Please! 
Let me go! Please! I'd feel silly getting spanked! Please, this has gone far 
enough!" 

Ignoring the distressed woman's pleas, Harry allowed her to struggle until 
she was quite breathless and then reached for the hem of her blue dress! 

"OH, NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed when she realized what he planned 
to do. The attractive blonde matron bucked up frantically on his lap and 
haplessly tried to reach back to keep her dress down. "Oh, no! Please! Don't 
humiliate me like this! Stop! Stop this instant!" 

Despite her pleas and last-ditch efforts, Maureen's dress came up to reveal 
her dark stocking tops, creamy white thighs and finally her panty-clad 
buttocks. The white nylon panties were drawn skintight across her spacious 
but beautifully rounded posterior, and creamy white flesh spilled out along 
the lower slopes of both hemispheres. Squirming frantically, Maureen blushed 
furiously at the intense humiliation of being exposed in such a shameless 
manner. 

"Stop! Stop!" she demanded, tears of shame welling in her eyes. "No one has 
ever done this to me before! Please, this is embarrassing!" 

Amused by her embarrassment and outrage, Harry paused to enjoy the sight of 
panty-clad buttocks and shapely, nyloned legs and found himself with a 
firmly pulsating erection. Easily maintaining control of her squirming body, 
he paused for dramatic effect and then slowly and lewdly slipped his hand 
into the elastic waistband of her panties! 

"OH, NO, DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed with outraged horror when she 
realized what he intended to do. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! DON'T YOU DARE! 
STOP! STOP, I MEAN IT!" Once again the desperate woman began struggling to 
free herself, twisting her torso and wildly kicking her nyloned legs in an 
unintentionally provocative manner. At the same time, she tried to reach 
back with her free hand to rescue her panties but he easily pushed her hand 
aside. "STOP! YOU BEAST! STOP!" she constantly raged at him. 

Despite all of her efforts, however, her flimsy white nylon panties came 
down to reveal her fully rounded, quivering feminine buttocks in all their 
glory. Maureen emitted a high pitched scream of shame as she suddenly felt 
the cool room breeze against her completely bare bottom, and instantly 
reached back in a frantic effort to retrieve her panties. 

"OH, THIS IS AWFUL!" the attractive society matron screamed. The indignity 
of being turned up bare-bottomed across his masculine lap made her nearly 
faint with shame. Blushing a deep scarlet, she cast a quick glance back over 
her shoulder but the sight of her big bottom sticking up bare made her 
instantly close her eyes and turn her head aside. "OH, NOOOOOO!" she gasped. 
In her humiliation she was not thinking about the physical pain of the 
spanking to come, although her fleshy buttocks were flexing and puckering in 
anxious expectation. 

Quite amused by his victim's outraged protests, Harry carefully peeled the 
panties down well below the tops of her dark brown stockings. He did not 
disturb her garter belt and nylons, which provided a perfect frame for her 
superbly rounded buttocks. She was holding her shapely legs as close 
together as she could, but an intriguing glimpse of fleecy pubic hair was 
still visible. 

"Oh, this is just awful!" Maureen hissed at her sadistic captor. "You have 
no right to do this to me! I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I 
ever..." 

WHACK!! A resounding smack of the solid hairbrush interrupted the indignant 
woman in mid-sentence. 

"OWWWWW!" Maureen screamed with a mixture of surprise and pain. The oval 
shaped wooden hairbrush hurt far more than the totally inexperienced woman 
could have anticipated. "OH, NO! IT HURTS!" 

SMACK! The sturdy brush landed on the exquisitely tender base of her right 
buttock, temporarily flattening the plump mound., "YEOW!" Maureen shrieked 
once again, her blonde head snapping back and her legs swinging backward 
with a reflexive jerk. "Stop! You're hurting me! Stop it, I tell you!" 

SPLAT! Harry applied the third spank to the opposite cheek with a loud 
report. 

"OUCH!" the indignant matron howled, her shapely legs momentarily jerking 
open to display her vividly pink crease. "Stop it this instant! Stop it! You 
have no right to..." 

Smack! Splat! Whack! Thoroughly enjoying the unusual opportunity to spank a 
highly attractive and mature pair of feminine buttocks, Harry lustily 
applied the hairbrush to her rotund posterior with noisy smacks. A 
high-pitched shriek followed each application of the brush, and the 
miserable older woman began putting on quite a show of frantic squirming and 
kicking. Her spacious bottom quickly became as red as her face. 

"Ouch! Stop! Ow, please! It hurts! No! Stop! That's enough! Please! Ouch!" 
Maureen pleaded between howls of pain. Tears were rolling down her cheeks 
and her bottom felt afire in a manner the inexperienced woman would have 
thought quite impossible. "Owwww! Oh, stop! You don't realize how it hurts! 
Owwww! Oh, this is just dreadful! Stop, please!" 

"Your bottom's getting red, Big Mama!" Harry told the suffering woman. 

"Oh, stop it! Please, I'm begging! It hurts too much! I can't stand it!" 
Maureen pleaded. She hated herself for pleading so abjectly with her 
criminal assailant, but the raging flame in her posterior gave her no 
choice. "Owww! Oh, please, stop! I can't stand it!" To her dismay, she 
realized that she had become soaking wet between the legs, and felt 
thoroughly ashamed of herself. "Oh, no, stop! Please! That's enough! Oh, 
please, I'm begging!" 

Smack! Whack! Splat! The solid hairbrush continued to descend at various 
angles against the attractive blonde's plump and highly reverberative 
buttocks. Each spank sent ripples of flesh sweeping over the plump 
hemispheres, which were becoming progressively redder and hotter with each 
passing moment. Crying hard, Maureen could no longer control her leg 
movements and was jerking hard and wide in a manner that exposed herself 
completely to her assailant's feasting eyes. 

"Oh, God, stop! I can't stand it! I'm on fire!" Maureen cried out in an 
anguished voice. Her buxom bottom felt as if she had backed into a beehive, 
and the throbbing, deeply penetrating heat was becoming quite unbearable. 
The overly protected woman had never known such pain or humiliation before. 
The intense conflagration in her buttocks spread into her cuntal groove, and 
her highly sensitive clitoris quickly began to swell and twitch in a quite 
maddening fashion. "Oh, God, stop, please! Please! Pleeeeeese! I can't take 
it..." 

"I'm not through with you yet, mother!" Harry told her as he repeatedly 
applied the brush to the ample I target. His lust-swollen cock throbbing 
furiously, he was thoroughly enjoying the sight of feminine suffering, 
reddening buttocks and wildly kicking, nylon-clad legs. 

"Ouch! Oh, this is terrible! Owwww! Ouch! Oooooh!" Maureen gasped between 
sobs. "Ouch! I can't stand it! I can't, I mean it! Oh, this is terrible! 
Oooooooh! Please, have mercy! Owwww! Owwwww!" 

Harry paused and gazed at her brightly crimson buttocks. "You about ready to 
suck cock now, mother?" he inquired. 

"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed impulsively. "WHAT A REVOLTING ... " She could 
feel his hotly throbbing prick against her, and the thought of defiling her 
mouth with that slab of raw masculine meat filled her with revulsion. 

WHACK! SPLAT! SMACK! Harry instantly went back to work with the hairbrush, 
applying it with even more lusty swipes to the suffering woman's hotly 
enflamed posterior. 

"OUCH! OW! OOOOH! STOP IT! I CANT STAND IT! OWW!" Maureen screamed at the 
top of her lungs. OUCH! OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!" 

"Tell me when you're ready to start sucking, mother!" Harry casually told 
his miserable victim. 

Smack! Whack! The hairbrush landed first on one cheek and then the other, 
temporarily flattening each cheek and sending more heat and pain surging 
through them. Maureen's shapely, nylon-clad legs jerked reflexively back and 
forth, fully exposing her brightly glistening cuntal slit, while at the same 
time the hapless woman tossed and writhed in a frantic effort to obtain some 
relief for her tortured buttocks. 

"Owwwww! Ouch! Oh, my God! Oooooh! Oh, noooooo!" Maureen screamed in 
anguish. "Ouch! Owwwww! Stop, I can't stand it! Oh, pleeeese! This is just 
awful! Please, stop!! Owwwww!" Sobbing hysterically, she realized that there 
was no choice but to comply with his degrading commands. 

Whack! Whack! The hairbrush felt like a hot branding iron against her hotly 
blistered bottom. 

"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I-I-I'LL DO IT!" Maureen heard herself saying. "S-STOP! 
I'LL--I'LL ... " 

Harry paused and waited. 

". . . DO-DO IT!" Maureen finished the sentence. 

Harry quickly shoved the sobbing, distraught woman to a kneeling position 
between his knees. Rubbing her furiously burning bottom with both hands, 
Maureen watched with mounting distress as her assailant quickly opened his 
fly and permitted his hot, hard prick to snap out into full view. Her face 
as red as her bottom, the anguished woman gulped heavily at the sight of the 
turgid masculine organ that she had agreed to fellate. 

"Please, please!" she pleaded. "Don't make me! My self-respect ... OH, 
PLEASE..." She was on the verge of hysteria, and would have tried to flee 
had she not been in a state of near emotional and physical collapse. 

"Go on!" Harry told her in a voice that mirrored his growing impatience. 

"I CANT ... I JUST CANT!" Maureen screamed at him. 

"Go on!" Harry repeated in a much louder voice. 

Staring at his rigidly erect masculine battering ram, Maureen slowly shook 
her head. "I can't ... I can't ... " she repeated. 

"Okay, mother, you're really going to get it!" Harry spoke in an irate 
voice. 

Reaching down, he grabbed the hapless woman with both hands and yanked her 
upward. 

"Oh, what are you going to do?" Maureen screamed in a petrified voice. 

"You'll see!" Harry replied. 

Using his greater strength to advantage, he quickly threw her face down on 
the bed. Maureen could feel her panties ripping as he tore them off. She 
wanted to resist, but felt exhausted and breathless. 

"Oh, no, please! P-please!" she begged, trying to crawl away from him. Her 
heart was thumping wildly and she was unable to think clearly. Realizing 
that he was crawling on top of her from the rear, she tried to pull her 
dress down to protect herself. 

"Hold still!" Harry demanded, yanking her dress back up and grabbing her at 
the waist with both hands. 

"DON'T! DON'T!" Maureen yelled at her assailant. She was terrified yet 
strangely exhilarated by his overpowering assault. Hot gushes of feminine 
cream were bubbling from her plump cuntal groove, and her clitoris felt 
hotly swollen and itchy. "DON'T! LET ME GO!" she kept repeating in an 
anguished voice, trying to look back over her shoulder to communicate with 
him. 

"Quit fighting!" Harry commanded, grunting from his efforts. With his knees 
between her stockinged legs, he began pulling her knees farther apart to 
make her all the more accessible. 

"No! No!" Maureen protested. Her arousal made her feel deeply guilty and 
ashamed, but she was too exhausted to offer more than token resistance. She 
could feel her thighs being relentlessly forced open by her attacker in a 
manner that left her brazenly exposed for his pleasure. "No! No! Oh, how can 
you do this to me?" she wailed in a self-pitying voice. "Oh, this is 
terrible!" 

In full control over the helpless woman, Harry lewdly grabbed her 
bottom-cheeks and roughly spread them open! 

"NO! NO!" Maureen screamed with horror as she realized his true purposes. 
"NO! NOT THAT!" Her heart pounding furiously, she tried to wriggle away from 
her vicious assailant. 

Quickly moving forward to align his hotly bloated cock with the tiny 
aperture, Harry lowered his heavy body over hers and simply rammed forward! 

"EEEEK!" Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs as his meaty cock-head 
forced its way into her anal orifice. A sudden stab of pain suddenly hit her 
with the force of a bayonet, and her entire body twitched spasmodically. She 
desperately tried to bring her legs together, but that was impossible. 
"OOOOOOH! OWWWWW!" the tormented woman shrieked with pain and humiliation. 

"You're going to take it up the ass, mother!" Harry told her in a hostile 
voice, resting his weight on top of her in a manner that told her that she 
didn't have a chance against him. 

"OH, NO! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!" Maureen screamed, completely forgetting 
her dignity under the stress of the moment. "PLEASE! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! I 
CAN'T STAND IT!" 

"Next time you're gonna suck, I'll bet!" Harry casually remarked as he gave 
a forward thrust with his pelvis, driving his rock hard prick slightly 
deeper into the exquisitely tight, meaty channel. 

"OWWW!" Maureen screamed in anguish. The pain was worse than anything she 
had ever experienced before, and her sphincter muscle was working 
frantically to expel the masculine invader that felt as if it were tearing 
her apart "OWWWWW!" she repeated, quickly breaking down into loud sobs. 
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!" 

Thoroughly exhilarated by the humiliation and pain he was inflicting on his 
miserable victim, Harry thrust forward once again into the tight little 
tunnel. 

"OWWWWW! OH, GOD! OWWWWW! OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE! I CAN'T STAND IT!" The pain 
was so intense that Maureen was afraid that she was simply going to black 
out. It felt as if a telephone pole had been driven between her legs. She 
tried to struggle, but his weight was pressing her relentlessly downward. 

"One more shove ought to do it!" Harry announced. Employing all the power in 
his muscular thighs, he thrust forward one more time! 

"YEOWWW!" Maureen shrieked as the powerful masculine ramrod relentlessly 
forced open her anal canal. Despite the frantic convulsions of her sphincter 
muscle, there was no way to dislodge the masculine sword that was slicing 
its way deeply into her midsection. Sobbing heavily, the hapless matron lay 
face down on the bed with her entire body wracked with anguished spasms. 

"There!" Harry spoke in a highly satisfied voice. 

"That feels great, mother!" 

"Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much!" Maureen protested between sobs. 

"You'll get used to it, you'll see!" he told her. I'll bet you even cum 
before I get through with you!" 

"Ohhh!" Maureen gasped at the insulting suggestion. "Oh, how could you do 
such a thing to me?" she added in a despairing voice. 

Running one hand lewdly under her body, Harry explored her wet bush and 
sliced a finger into her juicy crease. His amused chuckle made Maureen 
shrivel with shame and humiliation, and she hated herself for being such a 
weakling. 

"Let's see what this does for you!" Harry remarked, pressing his finger 
against her wildly fluttering clitoris. 

"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" Maureen gasped, squirming like a worm as the pressure 
sent shivers racing through her voluptuous body. "Don't! Don't, please! 
Please! Don't! Oh, please, this is humiliating!" 

Keeping his finger against her lust-swollen magic button, Harry slowly began 
pumping from the rear, sliding his madly throbbing cock back and forth in 
the narrow shaft. The exquisitely tender meat lining her anal canal lovingly 
caressed his hotly swollen sausage, and the repeated spasms in her sphincter 
muscle added to his lustful pleasure. 

"Oh, no, it hurts! Don't! Oh, please! Ooooooh! Don't! Oh, this is awful! 
Ooooooh! A woman should have to take it up her ... Ooooh! Owww! Not so deep! 
Oooooh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Maureen's remarks reflected a strange mixture of 
discomfort, humiliation and sexual arousal. The pain of the forcible anal 
penetration was gradually giving away to blissful masochistic torment, and 
her hotly blooming clitoris was sending off hot sparks that radiated through 
her nervous system. "Ooooooh! Owww! Oh, don't! Oh, I can't ... Ooooooh! Oh, 
you're driving me ... Ooooooh! Oh, no! Oww! Not so far in ... Oww! Oooooh!" 

Pumping steadily back and forth, Harry worked two fingers into her vaginal 
orifice and began vigorously jabbing them back and forth, while at the same 
time using one finger to continually scrape her bulging love bud. Hot gushes 
of feminine honey poured over his fingers as the moaning and gasping woman 
squirmed around under him. He began thrusting with more powerful movements, 
driving his rock hard harpoon in to the hilt with each forward shove. 

"Oooooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my, oh! Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. "Ohhhhhh! 
Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" It seemed impossible that she could actually be 
enjoying the lewd assault he was inflicting on her. "Oooooh, my, ooooooh! I 
can't ... Oh, you're driving ... Oh, I can't believe ... Ooooooh, this is 
... Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!" 

"That's the way, mother, let yourself go!" Harry told the breathless, 
wriggling woman. "Let yourself go! I'll make you cum, you'll see!" 

"Oh, you're terrible!" Maureen burst out impulsively. "It's awful to do this 
to a woman!" 

"You seem to be enjoying it!" he replied sarcastically. 

As he spoke, he speeded up the tempo, working his desire-bloated prick back 
and forth with swift jabs that mixed discomfort with pleasure. At the same 
time, his fingers probed deep into her steaming vagina to torment the highly 
sensitive nerve endings throughout her love tunnel. She was instinctively 
working her pelvis back and forth under him with coital movements, arching 
her back and lifting upward so that his forward thrusts forced her down 
against the bed. 

"Ahhhh! Ooooh! Ahhhhh!" Maureen began gasping in a heavily labored manner as 
the thick masculine rod knifed repeatedly back and forth in her anal canal. 
"Ooooh!! I'm ... Ooooooo! Ooooo! Oh, it hurts ... Oooooh! Oh, the pain ... 
OOOOOH! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! OOOOOOH! I CANT STAND ... AHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh 
... . " 

"C'mon, mother, you're gonna make it!" Harry told the breathless, struggling 
woman. His fingers were clawing deep into her vaginal canal, tormenting her 
to a frenzy of erotic arousal. At the same time, his furiously pulsating 
cock was ramming back and forth with continually gathering momentum, and the 
rapid forward thrusts were driving deep into the tight, meaty tunnel. 
"C'mon! C'mon! Let yourself go, mama!" he grunted in a lewd voice. 

"Oooooh! Oh, I'M ... OOOOOH! Ooooooooh! Ooooh! AHHHHH!" Maureen cried out 
with a mixture of anguish and total abandonment. Her vaginal walls were 
itching furiously and her hotly inflated clitoris felt right at the bursting 
point, and despite the agony of having her anal canal so viciously violated 
she was throwing her hips around as much as she could. "OOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M 
CUMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGG! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Maureen emitted an exultant scream and pitched forward on the bed in a state 
of collapse as an intense climax suddenly detonated her clitoris and sent 
wild surges of electricity racing through her body. With several fingers 
jammed deeply into her honey-flooded cunt, Harry rammed forward with all his 
might and blasted his hot, murky cum into her yielding anus! 

"OWWWW!" The final bayonet thrust deep into her tortured anal channel 
produced a shrill scream of masochistic intoxication. Nearly choking to get 
some air back into her lungs, Maureen could scarcely comprehend the 
exquisitely raw, lush feelings of feminine surrender that were sweeping over 
her entire body. Though she knew she could never admit it to anyone, the 
attractive matron knew that sooner or later she would simply have to have 
more of that rough, almost brutal, sex that her tormentor was inflicting 
upon her. 

 CHAPTER 5 

"Come on, kid, we're going for a ride!" Mark announced. "Now don't try any 
funny stuff or I'll tie you up." 

"Where are you taking me?" Ellen asked. After two days of captivity, the 
cute young brunette was still terrified of her captors although she realized 
that she could have been treated much worse. At least, her precious 
virginity was still intact. 

"You'll see! Come on!" Mark told her gruffly. 

A few minutes later, he and Ellen were standing outside the door of the 
cottage where her brother was held prisoner. 

"Come on in!" Loretta said as she opened the door. The cheap looking but 
attractive platinum blonde was attired in a severe riding outfit that made 
her look all the more dominant. "This ought to be real interesting!" 

Ellen's tummy flipped over and she felt a chill of fear at the sight of the 
other woman. She did not want to go inside but there was no choice. The 
instant she stepped inside the cottage, her blood turned cold and she 
clasped one hand over her mouth in horror. "Bill!" she screamed in a 
horrified voice. 

Completely naked and blindfolded, her brother was tied supine in a 
spread-eagle position on a bed! Each wrist and ankle was lashed to a 
separate bed post in a position that left him completely helpless and quite 
uncomfortable. 

"Recognize your brother, huh?" Mark chuckled in an amused voice. 

"Sis? Is that you?" Bill asked, turning his blindfolded head in an attempt 
to see. 

"Shut up!" Loretta yelled at him. Picking up a leather riding crop, she 
slapped it hard against his bare leg. 

"Ow!" Bill cried out with a mixture of surprise and pain. 

"Don't!" Ellen protested, horrified at the sight of her brother being so 
mistreated. Her face had become quite red and she was trying very hard not 
to look at her brother's naked body. Although nothing had been said, she was 
already beginning to have serious misgivings about her captors' motives in 
bringing the two of them together. 

"Be quiet!" Mark told her, grabbing her arm and squeezing it in a manner 
that reminded her that she was his prisoner. "And take off your cothes!" he 
added. 

Ellen gulped and hesitated. "B-but wh-what for?" she stammered, trying to 
stall as much as possible. 

"Do as I say!" Mark demanded her, throwing her a warning glance. "Don't want 
to get spanked, do you?" 

Her face as red as a beet, Ellen began disrobing as slowly as she dared. She 
was at least grateful for the blindfold that shielded her brother's eyes 
from her lush young body. 

"Hurry up, kid!" Mark urged her. Both he and Loretta were watching her 
closely. 

Hotly embarrassed and keeping her eyes averted, Ellen finally finished 
undressing and stood completely naked before her captors. She tried to cover 
herself with her hands but knew the task was hopeless. 

"Not bad!" Loretta remarked as her eyes roamed over the young girl's 
delectable figure. 

"Now, kid, get up there on the bed and show your brother what a great little 
cocksucker you've become!" Mark commanded. 

"OOOOH!" Ellen screamed at the vile suggestion and clasped her hand over her 
mouth. Her knees went weak under her and she slowly began backing away. 
Surely he did not really want her to... 

"W-what?" Bill asked, thoroughly dismayed by the words he had just heard. 

"Shut up!" Loretta ordered, once again slapping his bare legs with the 
riding crop. 

"Go on, kid!" Mark demanded. "Show your brother what a great cocksucker you 
are!" 

"OH, I COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SUCH A THING!" Ellen screamed. "WHAT DO YOU 
THINK I AM ANYWAY?" Her heart was pounding furiously and, like a trapped 
animal, the naked young girl was looking around for an escape. 

"Don't do it, sis!" Bill urged his sister although the comment merited him 
another vicious cut with the riding crop. 

"Got something I could use to persuade this little gal to cooperate?" Mark 
asked. 

"How's this?" Loretta asked, producing the oval-shaped wooden paddle that 
she had previously employed on Bill. 

"NO, DON'T!" Ellen cried out, cringing at the sight of the mean-looking 
paddle. 

Although she attempted to struggle with him, Mark grabbed her by the wrist 
and pulled her toward a nearby chair. Seating himself, he abruptly yanked 
the wriggling girl face down across his lap with her wrist twisted into the 
small of her back. 

"NO, DON'T! LET ME GO!" Ellen yelled, kicking her bare legs wildly backward 
in a last-ditch effort to defend her vulnerable bottom from the paddle. The 
pretty teenager still had highly vivid memories of the spanking he had 
previously administered. 

WHACK! The solid wooden paddle landed squarely across Ellen's lushly plump 
bottom-cheeks, momentarily flattening each resilient hemisphere. 

"EEEEK!" Ellen shrieked as the paddle sent a flash of heat and pain coursing 
through her highly tender little bottom. The paddle packed much more of a 
wallop than she had anticipated, and she instantly realized that she 
couldn't take very much of that. 

"Don't hurt her!" Bill protested, yanking at the ropes that held him lashed 
to the bed. 

"Shut up!" Loretta commanded, slapping the leather riding crop viciously 
across his exposed chest. 

"Ow!" Bill exclaimed as the sadistic blow nearly knocked the wind out of 
him. 

SPLAT! Once again the paddle landed squarely on Ellen's completely 
defenseless bottom. 

"OWWW!" Ellen screamed, her brunette head snapping back and her bare feet 
flying upward. Tears came to her eyes as the paddle branded both tender 
cheeks with a kiss of fire. "Ooooh, please, it hurts! Please!" 

Smack! Easily controlling the frantically wriggling girl, Mark applied the 
solid paddle to the young girl's reddening bottom. 

"Owwww!" Ellen yelped in a high-pitched voice. "It hurts! Stop! Stop! 
Please!" 

"You're gonna get it until you agree to suck your brother's cock!" Mark told 
the suffering girl. 

"Oh, I couldn't possibly do such a thing!" Ellen wailed in a distressed 
voice. "Oh, please, no! Please! Not my own brother! Oh, nooo!" 

Whack! Splat! Whack! Mark applied the stout paddle at brief intervals, 
aiming at the tender lower bases of her cutely rounded buttocks where it 
would sting the most. Each loud report of the paddle was followed by a 
shrill soprano scream from Ellen, who was frantically kicking and doing all 
she could to evade the painful whacks that left her poor bottom burning and 
throbbing. Her shapely legs were wide open, completely exposing her 
glistening cuntal groove and the luxuriantly brunette fleece surrounding it 
The lower slopes of her cutely rotund bottom were a fiery scarlet and 
obviously burning with a deeply penetrating heat. 

"Owww! Stop! It hurts too much! Owww! Oh, this is just awful! Owwww!" Ellen 
shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ouch! Ow! Stop it! Ooooh! Owwww! 
Ouch, please! Please! Ouch! Owwww! I can't stand it! Owwww! Owwww!" 

Smack! Splat! Whack! Smack! Despite the suffering young girl's cries of 
anguish, the solid wooden paddle continued to fall unmercifully on her hotly 
burning bottom. Sobbing hard, Ellen repeatedly tried to twist and squirm out 
of the way but her sadistic assailant was easily able to control her. Her 
bottom felt blistering hot and both cheeks were throbbing painfully. 

"Ouch! Stop! Owww! Oh, no! Ouch! Owww! Stop, I can't stand it! Owwww! 
Please!" Ellen cried. "Please, it hurts too much! I can't stand it! Please! 
Owwww!" 

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Bill could not bear to remain silent any longer. 
Once again he began yanking at the ropes that held him to the bed. 

"Cut it out!" Loretta demanded, slashing the riding crop across his bare 
chest. 

"Ow!" Bill yelped as he suddenly saw stars. "You bitch!" 

"Hold still or you'll really get it!" Loretta warned him. 

"Ohh, please, please!" Ellen sobbed. "I can't stand it any more! Oh, 
please!" 

Mark paused with the paddle lifted over his shoulder. "Ready to suck cock 
now?" he asked. 

"Oh, how can you make me do such a thing?" Ellen wailed, shaking her head 
with distress. "He's my own BROTHER!" 

Both Mark and Loretta laughed. Whack! Mark brought the paddle down once 
again. 

"OWWWW!" Ellen screamed as the paddle sent waves of pain through her hotly 
blazing bottom. The sobbing and highly distraught girl knew she couldn't 
hold out much longer. 

"It's up to you, kid!" Mark told her. "I'll stop any time you give the 
word." 

Ellen gulped hard. "Okay, I'll do it!" she finally managed to stammer. "I-I 
can't stand any more of that..." The thought of what she was about to do 
made her shudder violently. 

"Okay, kid!" Mark told her, releasing his grip on her trembling body. "Now 
go over there and suck your brother's cock!" 

Getting up, Ellen reached behind her back with both hands to try to rub some 
of the fire out of her burning bottom. She tried not to look at her 
brother's naked and spread-eagled body, but knew she had no choice. 

"Go on, suck it!" Mark demanded. 

"Don't do it!" Bill called out, once again pulling at the ropes that held 
him to the bed. 

"I don't have any choice!" Ellen replied in a highly distressed, nearly 
choking voice. "They're forcing me! Forgive me!" 

Sobbing with shame and pain, the pretty teenager crawled on the bed between 
her brother's outspread legs. Mark and Loretta, expectant smiles on their 
faces, moved to the side of the bed to watch the incestuous exhibition from 
close up. 

"Oh, how can you make me do this?" Ellen tearfully addressed her captors in 
a deeply reproachful voice. 

"Go on! Suck dick!" Mark abruptly told her, waving the paddle at her in a 
threatening manner. 

Ellen gulped as she found herself staring at her brother's red cock and the 
two bloated sacs beneath it. Swallowing hard at the thought of fellating her 
own brother, the distraught teenager extended one hand and gently tilted the 
supple masculine muscle in an upward direction. 

"Don't, sis!" Bill protested, sucking in his breath sharply as he felt his 
sister's small, smooth hand circling his prick. 

"I don't have any choice!" Ellen impulsively replied. T don't want to but 
they're forcing me!" 

"Put it in your mouth!" Mark instructed. "See if you can get it hard! Come 
on! We haven't got all day." 

Emitting a loud moan of distress, Ellen haplessly leaned forward and slipped 
her mouth down over her brother's sleek cockhead! 

"Ooooh!" Bill gasped. With his vision cut off by the heavy blindfold, the 
young man jerked with surprise and unexpected pleasure as his sister's 
warmly sweet and wet mouth suddenly assaulted his penis. His back' arched 
sharply upward and, despite his conscious will, blood instantly began 
flowing toward his midsection. 

'That's the way!" Mark told the young girl. "Suck it and play with it with 
your hand! You know how! Come on, make your brother's dick hard for us!" 

Moaning with shame but convinced that she had no choice in the matter, Ellen 
complied. Pulling and stroking with her soft hand, she lolled her tongue 
over the velvety sleek head and sucked with drawn-in cheeks. She could feel 
it growing bigger, and could not suppress a thrill of excitement despite the 
fact that it was her own brother's cock that was beginning to fill her 
mouth. 

"Don't sis, please!" Bill pleaded in an anguished voice as he found himself 
quite unable to resist his sister's busy tongue and hand. 

That's the way! Keep doing it!" Mark ordered as he and Loretta watched 
intently. "Bet you never thought you'd be eating your own brother!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Ellen groaned at the embarrassing remark. Tears of shame 
dripped down her cheeks as her brother's blood engorged cock expanded to 
fill her mouth with hot, hard meat. Her salivary glands were in high gear, 
lubricating his swollen battering ram with their slick and delightfully wet 
juices, and forcing her to swallow with a gulp every so often. Though she 
kept trying to remind herself that she was fellating her own brother, her 
clitoris was beginning to twitch and gushes of pussy juice were dribbling 
from her plump cuntal lips. 

"Oh, how can you people do that to her?" Bill protested, squirming with 
arousal despite the guilt feelings that resulted from being so lewdly 
embraced by his very own sister. 

"What are you complaining about?" Loretta asked, tapping the tormented 
youth's bare chest with her riding crop. "It's rather obvious that you 
appreciate what your sister's mouth is doing for you!" 

"Ooooooh..." Bill wanted to reply to the insulting remark, but didn't know 
what to say. His prick was rock hard and pounding furiously, and his 
sister's tormenting mouth was driving him to distraction. 

Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced to do it and had no 
choice, Ellen bobbed her brunette head up and down on her brother's rigidly 
stiff prick. She could not resist flicking her tongue around with serpentine 
thrusts although she knew what effect that would have on him. Her fingers 
were caressing those portions of his hotly swollen cock that her hyperactive 
mouth couldn't reach, and his entire body was jerking with response. 

"Your sister sure is a great cocksucker, ain't she?" Mark asked. 

"Answer him!" Loretta demanded when there was no reply. 

"Y-yes!" Bill finally stammered in a choking, hotly embarrassed voice. 

Squirming around with her mouth impaled on her brother's magnificently 
swollen phallus, Ellen could barely resist fingering her feverish and hotly 
itching pussy. Her clitoris had expanded into female erectness and was 
quivering furiously, and warm gushes of feminine perfume were trickling down 
the insides of her thighs. 

Mark signalled to Loretta and the latter proceeded to yank off Bill's 
blindfold. The young man caught his breath sharply at the sight of his own 
fully elongated cock inserted deeply into his sister's pretty mouth, and 
Ellen blushed even more hotly when she realized what had happened. 

"Now that you've seen what a great cocksucker your sister is, maybe you'd 
like to bust her cherry for her!" Mark suggested with a lewd smile. 

"WHAT?" Bill gasped. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Ellen shuddered, a chill of fright and excitement coursing 
through her vibrant young body. 

"We saved her cherry just for you!" Mark explained with a chuckle. 

"A guy can't do that to his own sister!" Bill protested with mounting 
horror. 

"Sure he can!" Loretta joined in. 

"It's no big deal," Mark went on. "Lots of guys bust their sister's cherry!" 

"You two have got to be crazy!" Bill protested. 

"It's time you two trade places!" Mark told them, pulling out a gun to make 
sure there would be no opposition. "Loretta, untie Bill and tie Ellen down 
in his place!" 

"Sis, I don't know ... " Bill spoke with great distress as Loretta proceeded 
to carry out her comrade's instructions. 

"They're forcing us, Bill, we don't have any choice!" Ellen replied, hoping 
that she didn't sound too compliant. 

Although he kept trying to turn his head away, Bill watched with fascination 
as his shapely sister's naked body was tied supine and spread-eagled on the 
bed. With her smooth legs spread wantonly open, the delectable pink groove 
at the apex of her thighs was in full view in the furry brunette nest. The 
entire area was noticeably wet and the glittering hairs were matted and 
stuck together. Despite the fact that she was his own sister, Bill's rigid 
cock pounded all the more furiously at the inviting sight. 

"Go on! Bust your sister's cherry!" Mark insisted, poking the gun in Bill's 
ribs. 

The hapless teenager shook his head. "A guy can't do that to his own 
sister!" he protested. "It's ... it's incest!" 

"Go on!" Loretta told him, slashing at his bare legs with the riding crop. 

"Go on, look sit that cunt! You don't realize how lucky you are!" Mark 
tormented him. 

Ellen was staring at her brother's lust-bloated prick with a mixture of 
desire and trepidation. Though lashed to the bed in the tightly 
spread-eagled fashion, the seductive young teenager was working her pelvis 
back and forth with movements that anticipated intercourse. "Come on, Bill 
they're forcing us!" she pleaded. "We don't have any choice! Get it over 
with!" 

"Go on! You heard your sister! She's practically begging for it!" Mark urged 
the tormented youth. 

Seeing no alternative, Bill crawled up on the bed between his sister's 
outspread legs. 

"Loretta, help him get it started in her!" Mark suggested with an amused 
chuckle. 

"I'm sorry, sis, I don't know what else to do!" Bill said as he mounted his 
sister's spread-eagled body. 

"It's okay, let's get it over with!" Ellen replied. The prospect of being 
deflowered made her bite her lip with fright, although she could feel her 
vaginal walls itching with feverish expectation of fulfillment. 

"Here, let me get it started!" Loretta suggested, reaching under Bill's 
naked body and grabbing his hotly swollen prick with her hand. 

"Ooooooh!" Ellen gasped as she felt the sleek crown of her brother's rigid 
harpoon probing against her plump outer labia. 

"Go on! Go on! Ram it in her!" Mark demanded in an excited voice. He was 
leaning forward to observe the defloration at first hand. "Bust her cherry!" 

Bill squirmed forward and Loretta released her grip as his penile crown slid 
between his sister's plump, succulent pussy lips. Ellen gasped and caught 
her breath as she felt her brother's meaty cockhead poking its way into her 
wet interior. 

"Go on! Go on!" Mark urged. 

"Oh, it going to hurt!" Ellen cried out, clenching her teeth and fists in 
anticipation of the forthcoming rupture of her hymen 

"I can't help it!" Bill told her. He could immediately sense the tightness 
of her juicy young twat as he thrust forward, stopping as he came into 
contact with the thin membrane that certified her sexual purity. 

"Go on! Bust your sister's cherry!" Mark demanded in an impatient voice. 

Tears welled in Ellen's eyes as she anxiously awaited the big moment. Her 
taut arms and legs were straining against the ropes that lashed her to the 
bed, and her lungs were gasping for air. "HURRY UP! I CAN'T WAIT ANY 
LONGER!" she finally screamed, breaking under the tension. 

Bill hesitated and then thrust forward with all his might. Both of them were 
aware of the ripping sensation as his lust-swollen prick rammed through the 
flimsy barrier, tearing it aside and suddenly dilating her vaginal tract for 
the first time in her life. 

"OWWWWW!" Ellen screamed with anguish as the knife-like thrust ripped her 
hymen to shreds. She could feel the gush of blood that signified the loss of 
her virginity, and for a moment nearly fainted at the intense stab of pain 
that surged through her midsection. 

'There!" Mark announced, winking at Loretta. "The kid busted his own 
sister's cherry!" 

Crying with a mixture of discomfort and excitement, Ellen found herself 
nearly crushed under her brother's muscular body. His hard, hot cock was 
jammed deep into her drooling pussy, forcing her vaginal walls far apart and 
scraping against her hotly agitated little clitoris. The initial stab of 
pain was already beginning to recede, and warm gushes of feminine honey were 
beginning to lubricate his deeply penetrating bayonet. 

"Well, go on, fuck your sister!" Mark demanded. "Make her cum!" 

Picking up her riding crop, Loretta slapped it smartly against Bill's bare 
bottom. "You heard him! Fuck her!" she ordered. 

"Ow!" Bill gasped as the riding crop bit into his sensitive flesh. Given no 
choice in the matter, he began slowly pumping back and forth on top of his 
sister's body. 

"Ooooh! Ooooooh, it hurts!" Ellen exclaimed as her brother's hotly swollen 
cockmeat slid to and fro in her tight young cunt. "Oooooooh!" She was 
clenching her teeth tightly and there was a look of distress on her pretty 
face. 

"You'll get used to it, kid!" Mark told her. "Won't she, Loretta?" he added, 
winking at his partner. The two of them were watching the incestuous 
coupling with great interest. 

"Make your sister cum or I'll really use this on your rear!" Loretta 
ordered, slapping Bill once again across the buttocks with the riding crop. 

Trying as much as possible to ignore the two obnoxious spectators, Bill 
glided back and forth astride his sister's spread-eagled body. Bubbling 
gushes of ho creamy feminine dew poured over his hotly throbbing cock, 
reducing the friction and easing its passage in the tightly confined tunnel. 
Despite the fact that she was tied down tightly to the bed, Ellen was 
instinctive! thrusting her pelvis back and forth in response to his pumping 
movements. 

"Ooooh! Ahhhhhh! Oooooooh!" Ellen gasped as the initial discomfort of the 
penetrating masculine thrusts began to be replaced by an exquisitely 
pleasant, hotly itching sensation. Her ultra-sensitive clitoris was becoming 
swollen and was twitching frantically each time his bone-hard prick scraped 
against it. The highly agitated girl kept telling herself that she shouldn't 
allow herself to surrender to such feelings with her own brother mounted on 
top of her, but the raw, physical sensations created by his hot, hard meat 
thrust deep into her yearning cunt were getting the best of her. "Ooooooh! 
Ahhhhh! Oh, it's ... Oooooh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Oooooooh!" 

"She's getting turned on!" Mark remarked. "Why don't we untie her ankles so 
she can hook her legs around him?" 

The two spectators quickly untied Ellen's slender ankles from the bedposts. 
The breathless teenager quickly wrapped her bare, smooth legs around her 
brother's thighs, and began moving her hips back and forth at a faster pace. 

"Make her cum, Bill! Make her cum!" Loretta told him. "Make your sister cum! 
If you pop your cork too soon, I'll really let you have it!" 

Threatened by Loretta's menacing words and at the same time tantalized by 
his sister's squirming body and hot cunt, Bill found himself tightly 
clenching his teeth as he rode back and forth at an accelerating pace. His 
weight was resting on her and he could feel her strawberry nipples scraping 
against his hairy chest as she responded to his masculine thrusts. The fact 
that he was participating in what amounted to the rape of his own sister was 
deeply disturbing, but he too had become the prisoner of the lustful 
pleasures he was experiencing. 

"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Oooh, my! Ooooh!" Ellen gasped as she began breathing in a 
loud, passionate manner. Thoroughly tormented by the hotly burning itch that 
left her succulent pussy completely enflamed, she was lifting her hips high 
off the bed to meet her brother's forward thrusts. Highly pleasant but 
tormenting spasms were attacking her vaginal walls, contracting them and 
squeezing firmly against his sliding prick. Her clitoris felt like an 
over-ripe melon that would burst at any moment. "Oooooh! Ahhhh! Ooooh! 

Ahhhhh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" 

"That's the way, kids!" Mark told the coupled pair. 

Loretta had quietly brought out a camera and was discreetly photographing 
the two teenagers from various angles, making sure that their faces would be 
clearly discernible. 

"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Ellen was becoming more and more aroused with 
each passing moment, and was yanking her hips back and forth quick, 
reflexive jerks. "Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! HARDER! I HAVE TO HAVE IT HARDER! HARDER! 
PLEASE!" 

Bill stepped up the pace, repeatedly drawing back and thrusting forward in a 
powerful, driving manner that rammed his madly pulsating cock deep into his 
sister's pink tunnel. Her shapely legs tightly locked around him, Ellen 
responded by sharply arching her back and raising her hips, forcing him to 
press her down against the bed. A river of feminine honey was pouring over 
his thrusting prick, and her vaginal walls were sucking inward as if trying 
to pull him all the way inside her. 

"HARDER, BILL, HARDER! FORGET I'M YOUR SISTER!" Ellen screamed. "I JUST HAVE 
TO HAVE IT! I'M GOING CRAZY!" 

"Make her cum!" Mark yelled at Bill. "Make your sister cum!" Struggling to 
hold himself back as much as possible, Bill pumped and thrust with powerful 
drives that shoved his red hot poker in to the hilt. Beneath him Ellen let 
herself go completely and clung to him like an animal in heat. Her swollen 
clitoris was sending off sparks, and one hot burst of feminine syrup 
followed another. 

"HARDER! HARDER! HURT ME, I DON'T CARE!" Ellen was too aroused to know what 
she was saying. "HARDER! HARDER! OOOOOOH! THIS IS HEAVEN! OH, IT'S 
WONDERFUL! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOH!" 

"We got a couple of rabbits!" Loretta remarked as she set the camera aside. 

"Make her cum! Make her cum!" Mark kept repeating. "Make your sister cum!" 

Bill was throwing everything he had into it, plunging downward repeatedly on 
his sister's wildly squirming body with punishing strokes. 

"OOOOH! I'M ... AHHHHHH! OHHHH! I'M GOING TO ... AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Her 
brunette head thrown back and her pretty face contorted with physical and 
emotional strain, Ellen found her careening dizzily toward the big moment. 
"AHHHHHHHH! I'M ... OOOOOH! OH, THIS IS ... AHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOH! 
AHHHHHHH..." 

"Your sister's cumming! Your sister's cuming! Give it to her!" Mark cried 
out in an excited voice. 

Bill drew back and plunged forward as if taking a dive off the high board. 
His furiously throbbing cock suddenly unleashed all of its pent-up force and 
voluminous bursts of hot, sticky cum suddenly began jetting into his 
sister's hungry cunt. His full weight collapsed down on top of her, nearly 
crushing her under him. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Ellen screamed and kicked her legs high in the air as the 
full force of an intense orgasm suddenly hit her. "AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOH! 
AHHHHHHHH!" 

"Christ, the kid went off like a bomb!" Mark commented in an admiring voice. 

Breathless and wallowing in the incestuous pleasures to which they had been 
introduced, the two teenagers were in no hurry to disengage. 

"I'll bet you both are hoping that your old man won't be in too big a hurry 
to raise that ransom money!" Mark told them with an amused laugh. 

 CHAPTER 6 

"Come on, mother, you've been in there long enough!" Harry McClintock called 
out, pounding on the bathroom door. 

Wrapped in a large bath towel, Maureen emerged from the pleasant bathroom 
where she had been allowed to shower and get herself straightened up. The 
bathroom was next to a large bedroom and the attractive blonde matron 
instantly noticed the feminine garments spread out on the bed. A matching 
pair of black panties and brassiere were lying next to a bright red, satin 
garter belt which in turn was lying next to a pair of sheer black nylon 
stockings. A pair of bright green, spike-heeled pumps was on the floor next 
to the bed. 

"Get dressed up, mother!" Harry ordered, pointing to the items on the bed. 

"I don't understand why you want me to ... " Maureen spoke in a puzzled 
voice. 

"Just do as I say!" Harry impatiently interrupted her. 

"Well, are you just going to stand there and watch?" Maureen asked when he 
showed no inclination to leave. She could feel her cheeks growing quite 
warm. 

"Yes," he replied quite simply. "Now hurry up! You're going to look real 
cute in that outfit!" 

Blushing and quite flustered, Maureen let the towel drop to the floor. 
Reaching for the bright red garter belt, she quickly snapped it in place and 
picked up the panties. Though she was keeping her face averted, she could 
tell that her captor was feasting his eyes on her attractive figure as she 
hastily donned the black panties. Working quickly to minimize her exposure, 
she grabbed the brassiere and put it on. 

'Take your time, mother, we got all day!" Harry told the hotly blushing 
woman. "Your husband's taking forever to raise that ransom money." 

Wondering if the ordeal would ever come to an end, Maureen sat down on the 
side of the bed to put on the black stockings. "Do you have to watch me like 
that?" she asked in a highly uneasy voice as she smoothed the sheer nylons 
up her shapely legs and anchored them to the garter belt suspenders. 
Crossing first one leg and then the other, she slipped on the green pumps. 

"Come with me!" Harry told her. 

"But don't I get to put on a dress or anything?" Maureen asked with alarm. 

"No," Harry replied. "I'm going to have you do some pin-up modeling for me!" 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Maureen protested as he escorted her out of the 
room. 

He took her down the stairs to a well lit family room at the rear of the 
house. 

"Now, sit down on the couch over there and cross your legs!" he told her, 
picking up a camera. 

"Are you serious?" Maureen gasped, her mouth flying open with dismay when 
she saw the camera in his hand. "You can't take my picture like this!" she 
protested, hastily looking around for something to cover herself with. 

"Smile for the birdie, mother!" Harry said with a smirk, quickly snapping a 
photo of the scantily-clad woman. 

"Oh, what are you going to do with that picture?" Maureen demanded in a 
horrified voice. 

"Just relax, mama, I'm going to make a whole set of pin-ups of you and 
there's nothing you can do about it!" Harry told her. "Now just pose like I 
tell you and keep your mouth shut!" 

Indignant and embarrassed, Maureen haplessly posed as he demanded. Whistling 
and obviously enjoying her discomfiture, Harry walked around photographing 
her from various angles. He finally set the camera aside and lit up a 
cigarette. 

"That's enough for now," he told her. "Course I'm going to take some beaver 
shots of you later on!" 

Maureen had no idea what he meant. "Will you tell me if the kids are okay?" 
she asked. It was the first time she had dared bring the subject up since 
the unpleasantness of the day before. 

Harry shrugged and grinned. "The kids are fine," he replied in a 
deliberately casual voice. "In fact, they're having a ball," he added with a 
chuckle. 

"What do you mean by that?" Maureen asked. 

"Here, I'll show you," he replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out 
one of the photographs Loretta had taken the day before. "Here, look at 
this!" 

Maureen took one look at the pornographic photo of her own children and 
nearly fainted. Her eyes widened with horror, her nostrils flared and her 
mouth flew wide open. "OH, YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE..." she raged at her 
captor. She wanted to rush at him but was too shocked to get to her feet. 
Instead, she took one more quick look at the photo and proceeded to tear it 
into tiny pieces. "OH, YOU VICIOUS, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PEOPLE!" she yelled. 

Harry found her furious outburst quite amusing. "We got lots more pictures," 
he told her. 

It was several minutes before Maureen calmed down enough to try to think 
rationally. "I suppose you're going to use those pictures to blackmail us 
some more," she said. 

"That's sort of the idea, but there's more to it, as you'll find out soon 
enough," he told her. "Now, let's change the subject. Remember what happened 
yesterday when you refused to suck cock?" 

Maureen shuddered and knew that her face was becoming quite red. 

"Now, I don't think you're going to be so unreasonable any more, are you?" 
Harry asked. 

Maureen gulped and slowly shook her head. 

"Okay," he replied. "Now to prove that you're going to suck the cock of the 
first male that walks through that door!" he told her, pointing to the door. 

Once again, Maureen gulped. She wanted to think but events seemed to be 
moving too swiftly for her and her mind was spinning with confusion. 

"Now, maybe we'd better take some of those beaver shots I was telling ... " 
A knock on the door interrupted him. "Come in!" he said, leering at his 
unhappy and alarmed prisoner. 

Clad in her riding outfit and equipped with her riding crop, Loretta 
appeared in the doorway. Behind her, led on a dog's leash, appeared 
Bill-naked, handcuffed with his wrists behind his back, and gagged with a 
rubber ball on a dowel stick! 

"BILL!" Maureen screamed with horror at seeing her son being treated in such 
a degrading fashion. Yet at the same time it was something of a relief to 
see that he was still alive. 

"Mmmmmmm!" Bill tried to respond but the gag silenced him. His eyes widened 
with surprise at seeing his mother attired in the sexy black undies, red 
garter belt and black stockings. 

"What in the world are you two doing to him?" Maureen demanded. "What are 
all those red marks on his legs? Why won't you let him have anything to 
wear? That's a terrible way to treat someone!" 

"Shut up, mother!" Harry told the outraged woman. Catching Loretta's eye, he 
motioned to a chair. 

Flicking her riding crop against Bill's bare legs, Loretta led him over to 
the chair. "Sit down!" she told him in a curt, bossy voice. 

Maureen watched the proceedings with complete dismay. 

"Hey, your mom's kind of sexy don't you think?" Harry grinned wickedly at 
the helpless young man. "Don't those black stockings and undies do something 
for you?" 

"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Maureen spat out the words furiously. It 
was horribly embarrassing to have everyone seeing her in such scanty attire, 
but there was nothing to cover herself with. 

With Bill seated on the plain wooden chair with his handcuffed wrists thrown 
back over the chair, Loretta employed a short length of clothesline rope to 
tie his handcuffs to the chair. 

"Now, what did I tell you about sucking cock, mother?" Harry suddenly asked. 

Realization dawned slowly on the naive matron. "What?" she asked quietly 
before she realized what he meant. "WHAT? OH, NO! YOU CANT POSSIBLY MEAN ... 
HE'S MY OWN SON!! A WOMAN COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT FOR HER 
... NEVER! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE ... I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! GO 
AHEAD AND KILL ME, I DON'T CARE..." The very idea was so staggering that she 
was nearly in a state of collapse. 

"Mmmmmmm..."Despite his gag, Bill tried to join in the protest but stopped 
abruptly when Loretta shot him a warning glance. 

"You're going to suck your son's cock, mother!" Harry told the distraught 
woman in a no-uncertain-terms voice. "You're gonna suck him until he cums!!" 

'Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" Maureen protested. The hapless woman buried her 
blushing face in her hands and burst into loud sobs. "You can't make me do 
such a horrible, horrible thing! You just can't! He's my own son! A woman 
can't do something like that with her own son!" 

"Let me tell you what's going to happen to you if you don't," Harry told the 
miserable woman. "I'm going to give you a spanking that's twice as hard as I 
did yesterday! And if that's not enough, Loretta here's got a bull dyke 
dildo that she'd just love to shove up your ass! Don't you, Loretta!" 

"I sure do!" Loretta replied, rubbing her hands in a manner that made it 
quite clear that she would really enjoy putting the scantily-clad woman 
through her paces. 

"Oh, no, no, no!" Maureen wept. She knew she had no choice but to capitulate 
to her captors' demands, but the very idea was totally devastating to her 
pride and self-respect. "Don't you realize what you're doing to usr she 
protested in a reproachful voice. "It'd never be the same between us again. 
Please, I'm his mother, don't you understand? His mother!" 

"Go on! Quit stalling!" Harry told her in an angry voice. 

"MMMMMMM..." Bill tried to protest through the rubber ball gag. "And don't 
try to hold back, sonny!" Harry turned on the seated youth. "Your job's to 
feed your mother a meat and cream sandwich, and if you try any monkey 
business I'll have Loretta take you out to the woodshed!" 

"Don't worry," Loretta spoke up. "He'll come through for us!" 

"Go on, mother!" Harry told the sobbing woman. "I'm gonna count to five..." 

Keeping her face buried in her hands, Maureen slowly got to her feet. Her 
knees nearly buckled for a moment before she began making her way over to 
her son. Harry and Loretta watched with bemusement as the trembling, sobbing 
woman slowly dropped to a kneeling position between her son's outspread 
legs. Removing her hands from her face, the well-to-do matron gulped hard at 
the close-up sight of the teenage son's dangling prick. 

"Mmmmmm..." Bill continued trying to protest through his gag, but there was 
nothing he could do but sit there frozen with embarrassment and shame at his 
mother's degradation. 

"Put it in your mouth, mother!" Harry told her in a quiet determined voice. 
"You're gonna have to do it, so let's get it over with!" 

Crying and deeply shamefaced, Maureen timidly extended her right hand and 
clasped Bill's sleekly supple young cock to tilt it upward to a more 
convenient angle. The teenage organ quickly began responding to the feminine 
touch and Maureen shuddered as she felt it elongating right in her hand. 

"In your mouth!" Harry insisted, leaning forward to watch while at the same 
time signaling Loretta to pick up the camera. 

"Oh, I'm so ashamed!!" Maureen uttered one final sob of complete despair and 
leaned forward with her mouth open. 

Bill caught his breath and sat bolt upright in his chair as his mother's 
delectably wet mouth suddenly encircled the head of his vibrant young cock. 
To his great embarrassment, the result was an instant, fully mobilized 
erection! 

"Ha! Ha!" Loretta and Harry both laughed at the young man's total inability 
to resist his mother's mouth. 

"Nothing like mother's mouth, heh, kid?" Harry asked with a knowing smile. 

Maureen wanted to die with shame when she found herself wantonly fellating 
her own son's magnificent young cock. At the same time, she found herself 
becoming quite exhilarated and aroused by the vile act that she was 
performing, so much so in fact that her pussy felt hot and sticky and her 
breasts were becoming taut. Although her arousal made her feel all the more 
guilty and ashamed, the hapless woman hastily rationalized that she was 
being forced to defile her mouth and had no control over the situation. 

'That's the way, mother! Suck on it!" Harry instructed in a voice that 
indicated that he found the incestuous scene thoroughly exhilarating. "See 
how much of it you can get in your mouth!" 

At the same time, Loretta quietly picked up the camera and began 
photographing the bizarre scene! 

"Mmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest through his gag when he discerned what 
Loretta was doing. 

"Shut up!" Harry told him, flashing a leering smile at the distressed youth. 
"Just lean back and enjoy being eaten by your mother!" 

Stroking the lower portions of her son's firmly throbbing masculine sword in 
her small, soft hand, Maureen moved her mouth up and down in a twisting, 
tantalizing fashion. From time to time, she had to stop to swallow her 
rapidly gathering saliva, but managed to keep the hot, hard ramrod at least 
partially in her mouth. Though nearly sick with shame, she could feel her 
heart thumping with excitement as she caressed her son's magnificently 
swollen prick with the wantonness of a whore. 

"Looks like mother's starting to enjoy herself!" 

Harry observed with a lewd chuckle. 

They're both enjoying it!" Loretta put in, flashing a wicked smile at Bill. 
"You just love being sucked by your mother, don't you?" she added. 

"Mmmmmm!" Bill mumbled through the gag, glaring at the buxom blonde woman 
who had enslaved him. 

Trembling with indignation, Maureen drew back until just the tip of her 
son's hotly swollen cock was between her lips. "You people are both 
degenerates!" she denounced them in an outraged voice. "You're going to get 
caught and put away! You'll see!" 

"Just suck cock!" Loretta told her, reaching down and pushing her head 
forward. 

Harry seemed to find the hapless woman's outrage quite amusing. "She's 
calling us degenerates and she's the one who's eating her own son's dick!" 
he remarked with a laugh. 

Blushing and humiliated beyond description, Maureen allowed her mouth to 
slide down over her son's firmly pulsating prick. Its sleek hardness and the 
hotly coursing blood that filled it made her squirm in a manner that the 
tormented woman realized was quite shameful, and she could barely refrain 
from slipping a finger inside the leg band of her panties to console her 
feverishly twitching clitoris. Spasms of desire were irritating her cuntal 
walls and making her almost frantic with a mixture of lust and shame. 

"Mmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest as his mother's tantalizing caresses began 
to get the best of him. The very idea of inseminating his own mother's mouth 
filled him with revulsion, yet at the same time he felt hopelessly trapped 
by his own carnal desires. The gasping and tormented youth could no longer 
hold still, and was working his pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky 
movements. His rigidly swollen cock felt as if it were going to burst at any 
moment! 

"Getting to you, ain't she?" Harry asked with a wide grin. "You getting all 
of this, Loretta?" he added, glancing at the camera. 

"I sure am!" the tough-looking blonde replied. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Maureen moaned as she anticipated the explosion that was 
obviously just over the horizon. The deeply humiliated and frightened woman 
wanted to flee, but at the same time found herself driven by strangely 
perverse desires that seemed to have taken full command of her tormented 
body. Her blonde head began bobbing insanely up and down in her son's lap, 
driving his wildly pounding cockmeat nearly into her throat! Although she 
was quite breathless and gurgling on her own saliva, she sucked at a 
progressively faster rate of speed. 

"Look at that!" Harry remarked, leaning forward to observe the incestuous 
spectacle from an even better angle. 

"Come on, give your mother a mouthful!" Loretta urged, gazing at Bill in a 
commanding fashion. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Squirming with a last-ditch effort to stave off the 
inevitable, Bill gazed at his captors with a look of anguish on his face. 

"GO ON! CUM IN YOUR MOTHER'S MOUTH!" Harry yelled at the tormented teenager. 

"GO ON! GIVE IT TO HER!" Loretta joined in. "CUM RIGHT IN HER MOUTH!" 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Maureen groaned as she wildly bobbed her blonde head up 
and down in her son's lap. Her panties were soaked with feminine cream and 
her clitoris was itching frantically. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" 

"GO ON! GO ON!" Harry and Loretta both yelled in unison, excited looks on 
their faces as they leaned forward to watch. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" With a groan of despair and relief, Bill suddenly jerked 
bolt upright in his chair and shot his load right into his mother's mouth! 

"UHHHHHHH!" As the initial blast of warm, thick semen splattered against the 
roof of her mouth, Maureen's blonde head instinctively snapped back. 
However, Harry quickly caught her head in both hands and forcibly held her 
in position, giving her no choice but to take her son's climax directly in 
her mouth! 

"EAT IT, MOTHER! EAT IT!" Harry screamed at the distraught woman. "EAT IT!" 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mm mm mm mm mm!" Gurgling and at first nearly choking on the 
warm, milky fluids that were cascading into her mouth like a flash flood, 
Maureen found herself struggling for survival. Although she was fearful that 
she was going to strangle in the onrush of saliva and cum, at the same time 
the tormented woman was quick to discern the tangy, masculine taste of her 
son's surging semen! The delicious taste made her shiver all over and desire 
more, much more! 

"That's the way, kid, give your mother a real mouthful!" Harry said as he 
continued holding Maureen's head in a firm grip. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Bill bit into his gag as his rampant penis unleashed one hot 
blast after another into his mother's defenseless mouth. 

"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" Her mouth filled to the brim with the heady masculine 
joy juice, Maureen had no choice but to swallowing it with clearly 
discernbile gulps. As her fear of choking began to subside, the tormented 
woman found herself shamelessly enjoying the lewd act she was performing. 
Her hands roamed over her own body with sensuous movements, and her clitoris 
felt hotly swollen. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm-mm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

As several droplets of white cum trickled down Maureen's chin, Loretta 
snapped a close-up photo of the lewd scene. "That ought to prove real 
interesting!" she remarked in a pleased voice. 

"There, wasn't that a nice snack, mother?" Harry asked with an amused smile 
as he at last released his grip on Maureen's head. 

Gulping for breath and filled with shame, the attractive matron withdrew her 
mouth from her son's suddenly slack cock and lowered her head so that no one 
could see her face. "Oh, how could you possibly do such a thing to me?" she 
protested in a weak, breathless voice. "I'll never be the same after ... 
after..." 

"Come on, mother!" Harry said, grabbing her arm to pull her up. "I want 
Loretta to snap some beaver shots of you!" 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Bill ineffectually tried to protest the indignity that was about 
to be inflicted on his mother. 

Pulled to her feet, Maureen stood quaking before her tormentors. 

"Take off your bra and pants!" Harry instructed. "But leave your garter belt 
and stockings on. You look great in them, doesn't she, Bill?" 

"Ooooooooh!" Maureen gasped. "Please, for heaven's sakes! Haven't you done 
enough to us already?" 

"I told you to take your bra and pants off, and I mean it!" Harry warned. 
"And stand facing that young man of yours while you do it! I want him to see 
what a really good looker he's got for a mamma!" 

"OH, YOU FILTHY..." Maureen protested. "Oh, please, please, Bill, don't 
look! It's ... it's shameful!" Crying with shame, the hapless woman reached 
behind her back to unsnap the strap of her brassiere. 

Loretta stepped behind Bill and ran her hands playfully over his bare 
shoulders. "Keep your eyes open, honey!" she teased in an amused voice. 
"Otherwise, Loretta will spank and you sure don't want that, do you?" 

Squirming uncomfortably in the chair, the naked teenager watched as his 
blushing, shamefaced mother unsnapped her brassiere and permitted her plump, 
strawberry-crested breasts to tumble out into full view. Although he told 
himself not to watch, he could not take his eyes off the two jouncing 
feminine mounds and could feel a surge of blood stirring his inert cock. 

Miserably trying to cover herself, with her hands, Maureen pulled the 
garment free and let it drop to the floor. 

"Now your pants! Hurry up!" Harry directed. 

"Oh, Bill, don't watch, for heaven's sakes!" Maureen protested in a deeply 
strained voice as she relucantly hooked her fingers into the waistband of 
her black panties. 

Loretta's massaging fingers told him he had no choice in the matter, and 
though he didn't want to admit it to himself the young man knew that he 
really wanted to watch his shapely mother stripping off her panties. 

"Quit stalling!" Harry demanded when Maureen found it almost impossible to 
perform the degrading task. 

Uttering a choked cry, Maureen gave up and pulled down her panties, 
shriveling with humiliation as she felt her son's curious eyes focusing on 
her fluffy feminine nest. Trembling with shame, the attractive blonde pulled 
the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, inadvertently exposing 
herself all the more as she did so. Dropping the panties, she quickly placed 
both hands in front of herself to shield her bush as much as possible. 

"Come on, mamma, don't be so modest!" Harry chided the deeply embarrassed 
woman. Take your hands away!" 

Crying softly and blushing beet red, Maureen complied. Standing with her 
hands at her side and attired only in bright red garter belt, black nylon 
stockings and spike-heeled green pumps, she could feel everyone's eyes 
enjoying the sight of her brazenly displayed body. Worst of all, she could 
sense that her own son was simply feasting his eyes on her pendulous bosom 
and fur-lined cuntal groove! 

"Come over here!" Harry said, taking her by the arm. "Loretta, got some film 
in that camera?" 

"Oh, no, no, no!" Maureen protested when she realized their vile purpose. 
"Oh, God, no, I couldn't stand to have myself photographed like that! It's 
indecent! Oh, please, please!" 

Despite her wretched tears and pleas, the unhappy woman was posed for a set 
of highly compromising beaver shots with her shapely, stocking-clad legs 
wantonly wide open. Harry positioned her in different poses while Loretta 
moved around shooting from various angles. 

"Hey, look at this!" Harry suddenly shouted. "Bill's got himself a terrific 
hard-on staring at his mother's beaver!" 

Squirming in his chair with his handcuffed wrists thrown over the back, the 
well-built teenager could in no way conceal his pounding erection! Maureen's 
eyes opened wide with dismay as she discerned the effect her own indecent 
posing had had on her son, and Loretta broke into a wide grin. 

"Oh, Bill!" Maureen's voice reflected the state of shock that was coming 
over her. 

"If he wants to fuck his mother that bad, I don't see why we shouldn't let 
him!!" Harry spoke with great amusement. 

"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE CRAZY!" Maureen screamed at him. "HE'S MY OWN SON! I'M 
HIS MOTHER! WE COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! OH, THIS IS 
TERRIBLE!!" A crazed look of horror on her face, the distraught woman backed 
against one wall and hastily looked around for an escape route. 

Picking up her riding crop again, Loretta strode over to the chair where 
Bill was embarrassedly seated. "On your feet!" the blonde dominatrix 
demanded, slashing him across the shoulders with the riding crop. "Go on! Go 
over there and fuck your mother!" 

Standing up and looking thoroughly sheepish about the jutting erection that 
proved his attraction for his mother, the tormented young man hesitated and 
also tried to look around for a way to escape. 

"Go on! Go on!" Loretta ordered, slapping his exposed thighs with the riding 
crop. "You're going to fuck your mother!" 

Grimacing at the stinging blows and trying to speak through the gag in his 
mouth, the aroused youth gazed at his mother's shapely figure and slowly 
started advancing toward her! 

"OH, NO, NO, NO!" Maureen screamed and backed against the wall. "OH, NO, 
BABY, YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! YOU CANT RAPE YOUR MOTHER! YOU CANT! OH, 
PLEASE, OH, MY GOD! OH, NO! NO! NO!" Her fully dilated eyes were staring 
with total horror at her son's cement-hard and outthrust cock, and she was 
feverishly biting her fingernails. 

"Go on! Fuck her!" Loretta urged, walking behind the naked young man and 
continually flicking his legs with the riding crop. 

"OH, NO, BILL! BILL! NO! NO! YOU CANT POSSIBLY DO SUCH A THING TO YOUR OWN 
MOTHER!" Maureen screamed as he came closer. She was gasping for breath and 
squirming in a manner that made her melony breasts jounce up and down all 
the more provocatively. "OH, NO! I BEG YOU! DON'T STICK THAT BIG ... IN YOUR 
MOTHER'S . . 

"Aw, quit carrying on so!" Harry curtly told the nearly hysterical woman. T 
can see your cunt's just drooling to have that big banana in it!" 

"OH, YOU VICIOUS, CRUEL..." Maureen screamed at her captor. To make it 
worse, she knew that he was right and that she really was in fact highly 
stimulated at the prospect of being impaled on her adolescent son's massive 
battering ram! Hot, highly perfumed gushes of feminine honey were bubbling 
through her petulant pussy lips and trickling down the insides of her legs. 

Preceded by his wildly pounding, lust-swollen cock, Bill stepped up to his 
highly distraught mother. 

"Spread your legs for him!" Harry yelled at the frantic woman. "Then grab 
him with your arms and legs!" 

"OH, NO, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!" Maureen screamed as she felt her son's 
towering body taking command of her. Nevertheless, she opened her legs and 
clutched at his shoulders with both hands. 

"Get the camera!" Harry hastily told his companion. "We're gonna see some 
good motherfucking!" 

Fully aroused and knowing he had no choice anyway, Bill dipped his knees 
slightly and brought his rock hard cock into alignment with his mother's 
sopping wet and overheated cunt. Her plump bosom scraped his bare chest as 
he leaned well forward and suddenly raised himself up with all the force he 
could muster. 

"EEEEEEEK!!!" Maureen emitted a bloodcurdling scream of pain and degradation 
as her son's blood-swollen prick viciously sliced through her yielding cunt 
like a rapier! The force lifted her feet off the floor and forced her back 
against the wall in a manner that nearly knocked the breath out of her, and 
she suddenly found herself clinging to him with all four limbs. "OWWWWWWWW! 
OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, a look of anguish on her distraught face. 

"Fuck your mother, kid! Fuck her hard! She needs it!" Harry told the young 
man. 

"OH, YOU'RE HURTING ME! TAKE IT OUT!" Maureen screamed, twisting like a worm 
as she found herself fully impaled on her son's thick, cement-hard pile 
driver. The blood-engorged masculine ramrod was thrust all the way in to her 
cervix, splitting her vaginal tract wide open. Fresh cloudbursts of feminine 
honey were inundating the area and thoroughly greasing his pounding cock for 
the ride ahead. 

Despite his mother's agitated protests, Bill began thrusting back and forth 
with masculine strokes. Given no choice in the matter, Maureen held on with 
her arms and stockinged legs wrapped tightly around him. 

"OOOOH! OOOOOH, NO! OOH, IT HURTS! OH, WHAT A DISGRACE, BILL!" Maureen 
carried on, her voice mixing excitement with shame and distress. "DON'T YOU 
REALIZE ... OOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOH, MY! HOW CAN YOU FUCK YOUR OWN MOTHER LIKE 
... OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH!" 

Her riding crop tucked under her arm, Loretta was busy photographing the 
mother-son fucking scene at various angles, making sure that the 
participants' faces were clearly discernible. 

Tuck her! Fuck her, kid!" Harry kept urging the well built teenager on. 
"Make your mother cum! She loves it!" 

"OH, YOU FOUL..." Maureen cried out in rage at her tormentor. "Oh, Bill, 
please it hurts! You shouldn't fuck your own mother! You shouldn't! Oh, it'd 
be terrible if you came inside me! OOOOOH! Oh, please stop before it's too 
late!" 

"Don't pay any attention to her!" Harry warned the husky youth. 

Thoroughly tantalized by his mother's hot, hungry cunt and slippery body, 
and knowing that her protests were largely feigned, Bill kept thrusting with 
powerful strokes that kept her back forced tightly against the wall. Each 
time he drove forward he could feel her cuntal walls sucking and grabbing at 
his swollen prick as if trying to swallow it completely. Both of them were 
short of breath and their squirming bodies felt as hot as fire against one 
another. f 

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Bill strained and bit against his gag as he slammed 
against his mother's yielding body. 

"OOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!" Maureen valiantly tried to fight against the forbidden 
pleasures that were tempting her, but was inexorably succumbing to them. The 
interior walls of her cunt were aflame and almost boiling over, while her 
tiny love button was almost painfully swollen. "OOOOOOH, NO, HONEY, STOP NOW 
BEFORE ITS TOO LATE! OH, PLEASE, WE CANT LET OURSELVES ... OOOOOOH! IT'S 
GOING TO BE YOUR RESPONSIBILITY IF WE ... OOOOOOH! I CAN'T STAND MUCH MORE 
OF THIS ... AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH!" 

"Fuck your mother! Fuck her!" Harry yelled. "Make her cum! Make your mother 
cum!" 

"Oh, don't do it, Bill! Don't!" Maureen shuddered as she spoke. "OOOOHH! 
OOOOOH! OOOOOOH! STOP, NOW! PLEEEESE!" 

Totally disregarding his mother's last-second pleas, Bill pumped all the 
harder. His powerful thigh and pelvic muscles drove his wildly throbbing 
cock deep into her drooling cunt time after time, and he could feel her 
fingernails clawing deep into his bare flesh as she held on frantically. 

"OOOOOH, NOOOOOOO!" Maureen screamed with distress as she found herself 
surrendering completely to the incestuous assault. "OH, I CANT TAKE IT! 
OOOOOOOH! OOOOOH, I'M GOING CRAZY! OH, YOU SHOULDN'T ... AHHH! OOOOOOOH! 
AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOH, THIS IS ... OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHH!" 

"Now you got her going!" Harry told the highly aroused teenager. "Make her 
cum! Make her cum!" 

"AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!" Maureen began gasping in a loud, passionate 
and totally abandoned manner. Her blonde head thrown back as far as possible 
with a look of total rapture on her face, the distraught woman wriggled with 
snake-like movements as her son's elongated pole thrust back and forth like 
a powerful jackhammer. "OOOOH! I ... OH, MY! OOOOOOH! I'M ... OH, WE 
SHOULDN'T OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! I'M SO ASHAMED OF MYSELF ... OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! 
AHHHHHHH! CAN'T YOU GET YOUR PRICK IN ANY DEEPER? CAN'T YOU? OOOOOOOOOOH! 
OOOOOOOOHHHH ... " 

"Listen to her!" Loretta remarked with a laugh as she finally set the camera 
aside. 

'The kid's gonna make his mother cum all right!" Harry predicted 
confidently. 

Maureen was too far gone to hear their remarks. "OOOOOH! Ahhhhhhh! OOOOH! 
OOOOOH, MY!" the deeply aroused woman gasped as she clung desperately to her 
son's hard masculine body. Reflexive spasms were beginning to torture her 
hotly enflamed cunt, and rivers of feminine syrup were pouring over his 
rapidly thrusting prick. "OOOOOOH! I'M ... OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! OH, MAKE ME 
CUM! MAKE YOUR MOTHER CUM! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH ... " 

Clawing and scratching, Maureen arched her back away from the wall in a 
frantic effort to permit the deepest possible penetration. Each upward 
stroke of his powerful young cock sent shivers of ecstasy racing through her 
body, and it seemed just impossible to get it in deep enough. Her mind was 
reeling and the thought that it was her own son who was producing such a 
wanton reaction was, for the moment at least, very much in the background. 

"OOOOOOH! A AHHHHHHH! I'M ... I'M GOING TO ... AHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOOH ... 
OOOOOOOOOH..." Maureen found herself totally surrendering to the bliss of 
the moment. 

With perfect timing, Bill drove his lust-bloated cock to the very nether 
depths of his mother's frantic cunt and exploded with a vivid artillery 
barrage of hot semen! 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Maureen screamed as if struck by a bolt of lightning. 
Her agitated body froze for a moment and then dissolved in violent spasms 
that felt as if they were going to tear her apart. Her eyes were closed and 
an expression of radiant bliss came over her face as she began wallowing in 
the sinful pleasures of the orgasm that had been inspired by her own son's 
magnificent prick. "OOOOOOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOH ... I CAN'T BELIEVE ... 
AHHHHHHHHH ... " 

"Wow, look at those two!" Loretta remarked as she and Harry stood watching 
the struggling mother-son twosome. "I wonder how many people ever get to see 
a kid screwing his own mother?" 

"That gives me an idea!" Harry replied. "I'll bet there's quite a few people 
who'd like to see something like that!" 

 CHAPTER 7 

"How'd you like to see a movie where a kid makes it with both his mother and 
sister?" Harry McClintock asked his two confederates. 

Mark shrugged and took another puff on his cigarette. "You wouldn't have any 
way of knowing whether it was really his mother and sister," he pointed out. 

"Ah, but in this case you would," Harry replied. "As soon as we let our 
visitors go, their pictures are going to be on the front page of every 
newspaper in the country. That way, anybody seeing a picture of young Bill 
Kemper screwing his mother would know it was the genuine thing." 

"You mean you want to make a movie to blackmail old man Kemper some more?" 
Loretta asked. 

"If he wants to pay to get it out of circulation, that's up to him," Harry 
told her. "But the idea is to run off some prints and sell them at very good 
prices to any connoisseurs who want to see some really genuine incest!" 

"But what if our visitors refuse to go along with the idea?" Mark asked 
skeptically. 

"They won't have any choice," Harry bluntly replied. "Now, Mark, I want you 
to round up some movie equipment. And, Loretta, you get some sexy outfits 
for our two actresses. I've already got the script worked out in my head, 
and I'll take care of teaching the roles!" 

Within an hour, all three participants in the proposed pornographic movie 
had been informed of the matter. As might be expected, Maureen reacted the 
most, crying and bitterly railing at her captors for inflicting such 
degradation on them. But after allowing her to carry on for some time, Harry 
quickly convinced her that her safety and that of the children would depend 
on her complete cooperation. Knowing that she had no choice, Maureen 
haplessly agreed to cooperate. 

It took Mark a day to line up the proper movie equipment and sufficient 
lighting. The living room was selected for the studio, with the action to be 
featured around a couch and a large, brightly colored fuck rug placed in 
front of it. After spending some time coaching the three participants, 
omitting various details so that the action would be more spontaneous, Harry 
decided to shoot the movie the following day. 

"Sit on the couch, kid!" Harry directed Bill as the teenager was escorted 
into the living room. 

The young man blinked at the bright lights, and seated himself on the couch. 
Despite the lights he could see that his two male captors were both carrying 
sidearms, and that it would be quite impossible to put up any resistance. 

"Let's go!" Harry directed. "Aim the camera to catch Ellen as soon as she 
comes through the door. Okay, Loretta, send her in." 

The door opened and Ellen uncertainly made her way into the room. The 
shapely brunette teenager was attired in a bright green micro-mini dress 
that completely failed to cover the tops of her sheer brown stockings, 
leaving a dazzling gap of bare white thigh on full display! The brazenly 
short outfit made her blush prettily and tug ineffectually at the hem of the 
dress. 

"Ellen!" Bill gasped in genuine dismay at the sight of his older sister in 
the sexy outfit that Loretta had provided her with. 

"Go on! You know what you have to do!" Harry directed the embarrassed 
teenager. "Go over to your brother and see if there's anything in his pants 
that might interest you!" 

Ellen hesitated and, aware that three pairs of masculine eyes were intently 
riveted upon her dark brown stocking tops and bare thighs, slowly began 
walking over to the couch. Although embarrassed to death, as instructed she 
managed to smile provocatively at her brother as she slowly sank to a 
kneeling position between his outspread legs. 

"Bring the camera in close after she gets it out!" Harry whispered to his 
companion. 

Rolling her pink tongue over his lips in a teasingly expectant manner, Ellen 
reached for her brother's fly and began fumbling to get it open. The sight 
of his sister in the micro-mini had already produced a noticeable effect, 
and the contact of her hands against the front of his slacks was sufficient 
to do the rest. As Ellen succeeded in pulling his zipper down, Bill's rock 
hard, wildly pulsating cock sprang out into full view! 

"Ooooh!" Ellen gasped and her eyes widened with interest as she caught sight 
of her brother's fully elongated and swollen penis. 

Squirming with girlish excitement, the attractive teenager paused just long 
enough to brush her long brunette hair back out of the way and impulsively 
leaned forward to fellate her well-built brother! Grasping the thick trunk 
of his bulging cock in her soft hand and tilting it forward to just the 
right angle, she quickly opened her pretty mouth and plunged it down over 
the silken head. 

"Ahhhhh!" Completely oblivious to the whirring camera, Bull sucked in his 
breath sharply as his sister's wetly delicious mouth suddenly encircled his 
hotly throbbing cock. 

"Go on! Love it! Show him how beautiful you think it is!" Harry directed. 

Ellen did exactly that. Holding the base in her hand, the shapely brunette 
lovingly kissed and licked her brother's bright red and powerfully swollen 
cock all over, plunging it deep into her mouth from time to time and then 
kissing and licking it some more. Thoroughly tormented by his sister's eager 
oral caresses, Bill could not refrain from jerking his pelvis back and forth 
while emitting grunts and gasps that clearly demonstrated the effect she was 
having on him. 

"Loretta, send her in!" Harry called out after the camera had filmed the 
incestuous scene at various angles. 

The side door opened and Maureen walked into the room. The attractive blonde 
was attired in a white blouse, short navy blue skirt that ended several 
inches above her knees, black stockings and high heeled pumps. Her blonde 
hair was done up in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she was heavily made 
up. 

"OOOOH!" Although she knew what to expect, Maureen gasped with horror at the 
sight of her two teenage children engaged in the degenerate act of fellatio. 
Her' blood suddenly went cold and she could feel her heart beginning to 
thump wildly. 

"Mother!" Ellen gasped, jumping to her feet and looking delightfully 
embarrassed at having been caught with her brother's cock in her mouth. 

"Can't let the kids get by with that, can you?" Harry taunted the older 
woman. "You know what you have to do!" 

Grimfaced, Maureen began walking toward the couch. On the way she picked up 
a solid wooden hairbrush that had been thoughtfully placed on a small coffee 
table beforehand. Bill made room for her on the couch by standing up beside 
his sister, who quickly cupped one small hand over his jutting erection. 
Maureen seated herself on the couch, looking more than a little flustered as 
she could not prevent her short navy skirt from riding up to reveal the 
darker bands of her sheer black nylon stockings and a glimpse of bare thigh. 

"Here!" Maureen directed, motioning to Ellen. 

"Mother!" Ellen protested, looking around at the others. The cute teenager 
wasn't sure whether her mother was serious or was simply play-acting. 

"Go on, kid! We haven't got all day!" Harry directed the confused girl. 

Biting her lip and looking more than a little concerned, Ellen slowly 
wiggled over to her mother with her hands clutching at the hem of her green 
mini. As the long-haired brunette collapsed face down over her mother's lap, 
her abbreviated dress rode up to reveal stocking-clad legs and bright yellow 
panties that were barely able to contain her voluptuous young bottom. Mark 
quickly moved the camera in position to catch the spanking to come. 

"Mother, you're not going to spank me, are you?" Ellen asked in a suddenly 
alarmed voice. "Oh, please, not too hard!" she added as she began to realize 
that the script apparently called for her to be spanked. 

With Ellen's green mini flipped back far enough to reveal her narrow waist, 
Maureen reached for the waistband of Ellen's cute yellow panties. 

"OH, MOTHER, NO!" Ellen squealed as she realized what her mother intended to 
do. 

Redfaced and wriggling with girlish shame, Ellen felt her flimsy panties 
departing from her softly rotund posterior. Standing a few feet away with 
his throbbing erection still poking out of his fly, Bill watched intently as 
his older sister's delectably spankable bottom came into full view. The 
rippling muscles in both curvaceous cheeks revealed the shapely teenager's 
anxious expectation as her mother pulled the panties down below the tops of 
her stockings. 

"Oh, please, mother, not too hard!" Ellen tried to whisper to her mother so 
that the others would not hear. 

With the decks cleared for action, Maureen picked up the solid hairbrush and 
took careful aim. Whack! The wooden hairbrush landed squarely on Ellen's 
exquisitely soft right buttock. 

"OWW!" Ellen shrieked with surprise and pain. "NOT SO HARD!" Her stockinged 
legs flew up and her cute bottom twitched with a frantic jerk at the sharp 
stab of pain. 

Smack! This time Maureen applied the hairbrush to the opposite cheek. 

"YEOW!" Ellen squealed, a grimace of pain appearing on her pretty face. 
"Please, mother, it hurts!" she added with genuine distress. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Holding her squirming daughter firmly around the waist, 
Maureen applied the oval-shaped hairbrush with crisp, authoritative strokes. 
Each smack flattened the resilient flesh and sent reverberations rippling in 
all directions, and was instantly followed by a loud soprano yelp and even 
more frantic squirming and kicking from the distressed teenager. Swinging 
her stockinged legs merrily back and forth, Ellen knew only too well that 
masculine eyes were feasting on her glittering cuntal slit. 

"Oww! Please, mother, this is embarrassing! Owww! Not so hard! Ouch, please! 
That's enough!" Ellen cried out, tears trickling down both cheeks. "Ouch! 
Owww! Owww! Oooh! Oh, no, please, that's enough!! Ouch! Ooooh! OooooooohM" 

Deeply shocked by the sight of her own daughter performing fellatio, 
although she knew that the poor girl really had no choice in the matter, 
Maureen could not resist the opportunity to chastise her bare buttocks quite 
soundly. As a result, the hairbrush continued to rise and fall with a 
thoroughness and regularity that quite dismayed the hapless girl. Breaking 
into sobs of shame and pain as the hard-backed brush sent the temperature in 
her pretty bottom soaring, Ellen frantically squirmed and tried to reach 
back to defend her hotly throbbing hindquarters. From his vantage point a 
few feet away, Bill found himself with an even more frantically pulsating 
erection as he watched his sister's lush buttocks turning a bright scarlet 

"Owww! Please, mother! That's enough! You're hurting me!" Ellen protested 
between sobs of pain. "Ouch! I'm on fire! Oh, this is just dreadful! Oooooh! 
Ouch! Oooooh! Ooooooooh! Ouch! On, no! Please! Please!" 

"There!" Maureen announced with a satisfied voice as she applied the final 
spank. 

Released from her mother's firm grip, Ellen instantly leaped to her feet and 
went into her war dance. At times nearly tripping on her lowered yellow 
panties, the tearful girl pranced around the room with both hands furiously 
consoling her blazing, throbbing bottom. She was much too worked up to 
realize what a show she was putting on for everyone. 

"You're next!" Maureen told her son. The attractive blonde society matron 
looked quite flushed and exhilarated from the spanking she had just 
administered. 

"Me? Bill looked thoroughly surprised. His eyes swept over his mother's 
attractive lap, where her blue skirt and ridden well over the tops of her 
tautly drawn black stockings. Having been thoroughly indoctrinated by 
Loretta in the masochistic pleasures of lying over a nylon-clad lap for 
erotic chastisement, he was not about to offer any resistance. 

"Yes," Maureen told him. Take off all your clothes first!" 

As Ellen continued to dance around the room vigorously rubbing her blistered 
bottom, Bill quickly disrobed and stretched out naked over his mother's 
beautiful lap. Both of them were keenly aware of his rock hard, firmly 
throbbing cock pressing against her nylons. WHACK! Maureen didn't waste a 
second applying the hairbrush to her son's bare bottom. 

"OW!" Bill yelped more with surprise than pain as he discovered that his 
mother was quite capable of wielding a hairbrush with authority. 

Smack! Maureen applied the second spank to the opposite cheek and low, where 
it would sting the most. 

"Yipe!" Bill howled. Take it easy, mom! That thing hurts!" 

But Maureen was in no mood to take it easy. In fact, she was becoming quite 
aroused by the unusual opportunity of being allowed to spank her two 
physically mature and attractive teenagers, and Bill's stiff prick rubbing 
against her thighs added fuel to the fire that was beginning to ignite her 
drooling pussy! 

Whack! Smack! Whack! Maureen began putting the hairbrush to Bill's bare 
bottom with firm snaps of her wrists, spreading the spanks around in an 
irregular pattern that made it impossible to know where the next would land. 
As embarrassing as it was to react to his mother's hair-brushing, the well 
build young man nevertheless howled and tossed about on her lap. 

"Owww! Hey, mom, come on! Be reasonable! Ouch!" Bill exclaimed, grimacing 
each time the brush made contact with his bare flesh. "Owww! Please! That's 
enough! Ouch! Owwww!" 

Maureen would have liked to have spanked him much longer and harder, but was 
becoming much too stimulated for such indirect gratification. Whack! She 
applied the hairbrush directly across the crevice of Bill's bottom just as 
hard as she could and held it there. 

"OWWW!" Bill squealed, his eyes involuntarily becoming moist and his body 
jerking spasmodically as a jolt of pain shot through his rearend. 

"Now stretch out on your back on that rug!" Maureen directed. 

"Anything you say, mom!" Bill replied, relieved at being able to escape from 
that severe hairbrush. Jumping up, the highly aroused young man quickly 
stretched out supine on the brightly colored fuck rug. 

Requiring no direction from the film crew, Maureen quickly began disrobing. 
Her high heels, white blouse and navy skirt quickly came off, and she paused 
for a brief moment attired in black stockings and white garter belt, panties 
and brassiere. Her eyes fastened on her son's stiffly rigid prick, the 
highly flushed woman quickly peeled off her bra and panties and tossed them 
aside. Stepping quietly in her stocking feet on the rug, she stood directly 
astride Bill in a position that enabled him to look directly up into her 
voluptuous cunt! 

"Mother, what are you..." Ellen asked in a puzzled voice. Following her 
mother's example, she had pulled off her yellow panties and green mini and 
was attired only in her dark brown stockings and garter belt. 

Without further ado, Maureen began lowering herself to a kneeling position 
astride Bill's upturned face! The young man found himself staring intently 
up into his mother's vividly pink crease as she squirmed and wriggled to 
bring herself directly down upon him. Her nylon-clad knees brushed against 
his shoulders as her plumply rounded feminine bottom began blocking out his 
vision almost completely. 

"Mother!" Ellen gasped as she watched her mother sitting down right on her 
brother's face!"I can't believe..." 

A highly flushed look on her face, Maureen spread her knees wide apart as 
she seated herself directly on Bill's face. The young man squirmed as he 
found his mother's wet pussy and sticky pubic hairs tightly plastered 
against his face, making it more than a little difficult for him to breathe. 
Slotting his nose between the crevice of her spacious buttocks, he extended 
his tongue and began using it as a ladle to extract her warm feminine 
fluids. 

"Ooooooh!" Maureen's mouth formed into a wide oval and her entire body 
jerked as she suddenly felt her son's extended tongue caressing her pink 
groove. 

"Mother ... you ... cunnilingus!" Ellen gasped in dismay as she stood there 
watching her mother using her brother's head as a throne for her royal 
bottom. 

"Shut up, Ellen, and suck!" Maureen curtly told the astonished girl. 

Tossing her long brunette hair back out of the way, Ellen instantly dropped 
to her knees and attacked her brother's lust-bloated prick with her hungry 
mouth. With his vision completely sealed off by his mother's outspread 
buttocks, Bill twitched spasmodically as he suddenly felt his sister's eager 
little mouth surrounding his madly pulsating cock. Ellen quickly worked the 
thick muscle just as far into her mouth as she possibly could, and began 
sucking on it with noisy slurps. Her busy fingers quickly found his balls 
and began gently fondling them. 

"Oooh! Ahhh! Ooooh! Ahh! That's the way!" Maureen instantly found all her 
inhibitions dissolving as she felt her son's fully extended tongue burrowing 
its way into her feminine sweetmeats. "Oooooh! AHHH! Oooooh! Oh, my!" 

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Nearly smothered beneath his mother's squirming 
buttocks and fighting for each breath of air, Bill nevertheless managed to 
insert his tongue into her slippery cuntal groove and began flicking it back 
and forth as best he could. Warm feminine honey poured out over his face and 
into his mouth in a manner that at time gave him an almost drowning 
sensation. At the same time, Ellen's busy mouth and tongue were eagerly 
caressing his feverishly palpitating cock in a manner designed to drive him 
frantic. 

"Oh, wow! That's great!" Maureen exclaimed, her blonde head thrown back 
rapturously. "Suck your mother! Suck her dry! Oh, wow! Ooooh, that's 
beautiful! Suck! Suck! Suck!" 

Becoming completely carried away, the attractive housewife bounced up and 
down on her son's face, at times lowering her weight completely on him and 
grinding downward in a smothering manner. Her ultra-sensitive clitoris was 
twitching frantically and hot spasms were shooting through her entire 
vaginal canal, and she was panting in a manner that emphasized the lush 
fullness of her plump, scarlet-tipped breasts. 

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Stretched out at right angles to her brother's naked 
body with her stocking-clad legs extended, Ellen was thoroughly enjoying her 
hot bananasnack. Keeping his firmly throbbing cockmeat deep in her mouth, 
she sucked intently on it with cheeks collapsing inward. Her busy tongue 
roamed along the exquisitely ticklish underside, tormenting each sensitive 
nerve-end. At times she twisted her head to one side, allowing the bloated 
organ to press outward against one cheek. 

"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! Oooooooh! Oh, that's the way!" Maureen gasped. "Keep 
sucking! Don't stop! Oooooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooh! Oh, does that ever feel 
wonderful! Ooooh! Oh, I should have tried this a long time ago! Ooooh! 
Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" 

Doubly tormented by his mother and sister, Bill jerked and squirmed around 
under them. Although he managed to keep his tongue inserted deep in his 
mother's hotly drooling cunt, he was completely breathless and constantly 
struggled for air beneath her grinding, rolling, gyrating buttocks. At the 
same time, Ellen's highly talented mouth and tongue were torturing his hotly 
aching penis in a manner designed to quickly overwhelm him. 

"OOOOH! AHHHHH! I'M CUMMMM ... OOOOOOOH!" Maureen found herself falling 
victim to a rapidly approaching orgasm. "OOOOOH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! OH, 
GOD ... AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH ... OHHHHH, I CANT HELP ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Arching her back and throwing her blonde head back, the distraught woman 
emitted a loud, soprano scream and began creaming all over her son's face! 
Nearly drowning and smothering under his shapely mother's voluptuous 
buttocks, Bill jerked spasmodically and sent his hot semen jetting wildly 
into his sister's eagerly awaiting mouth. Ellen's head snapped back 
instinctively, but she quickly caught herself and hungrily began sucking out 
the deliciously thick, milky cum with greedy slurping noises that were 
clearly audible around the room. "AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Leaning back 
and thoroughly relishing her vivid orgasm to the fullest, Maureen rested her 
weight entirely on Bill's face, nearly mashing him under wet feminine meat 
and a rich harvest of thoroughly soaked feminine hair. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! 
AH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen lewdly smacked her lips as she savored her 
brother's hot, creamy cum. Her throat muscles working noticeably, the 
excited teenager kept the spurting organ deep in her eager mouth as she 
swallowed the voluminous gobs of masculine cream as if she were simply 
starving. 

Look at that, Harry muttered to himself. This is one movie that doesn't need 
a director. 

As Maureen at last lifted her buxom bottom from Bill's face, the red-faced 
and thoroughly breathless young man struggled to get some air back into his 
aching lungs. At the same time, Ellen deftly employed her tongue to lap up 
the final residue of white frosting from her brother's slackening prick. 

"Let's trade places, mom!" Ellen suggested, a teasing smile on her face. 

"Let me catch my breath first!" Bill protested. 

"I'll count to three, but I can't wait!" Ellen said as she proceeded to 
crawl into a kneeling position astride her brother's face. "My pussy's 
really itchy. One ... two ... " 

As Ellen began the countdown with her brother gazing upward at her pink 
cuntal groove, Maureen stretched out on one elbow at right angles to his 
body and tilted his inert cock toward the ceiling. 

"Three!" Ellen announced with a delighted cry. 

Just as Ellen sat down plop right on her brother's face, Maureen leaned 
forward and slipped the crown of his sleek penis into her wet mouth! The 
dual effect of suddenly being fellated by his mother while his sister's 
moist pussy squirmed around on his face produced a spasmodic jerk from the 
supine young man, who quickly extended his tongue to flick it against his 
sister's plump cuntal groove. 

"EEEK!" Ellen emitted a high-pitched squeal of surprise and delight as she 
suddenly felt her brother's tongue servilely caressing her feminine gash. 
"OH, WOW!" she added, her long brunette hair flying as she threw her head 
back and let her weight sink down firmly over his face. 

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest the nearly smothering effect of 
his sister's cutely rotund bottom, but never got the words out. 

As Ellen wriggled and bounced up and down on her brother's face, Maureen 
sucked lovingly on the head of his supple penis and continually pulled and 
stroked on the trunk with one hand. It took her only moments to get the 
blood flowing in the right direction again, and the youthful masculine 
weapon quickly began to expand and harden. 

"Oh, wow, mom, you're really getting to him!" Ellen remarked as she watched 
Bill's cock expanding to its full potential. Her breasts jouncing prettily, 
the shapely teenager squirmed seductively as she felt her brother's tongue 
slicing into the wet interior of her juicy young cunt. "Oh, wow, Bill, I can 
feel your tongue in there! Wow, I can feel it! Ooooooh!" 

As his sister's hotly perfumed juices inundated his face with one gush after 
another, Bill pressed his nose tightly into the crevice of her cute bottom 
and strove to tongue wash her inner labia and fluttering clitoris. At the 
same time, he could feel his throbbing cock becoming rock hard from his 
mother's tantalizing oral caresses. The blindfold-effect created by his 
sister's rotund bottom seemed to make him all the more aware of his mother's 
darting tongue and coaxing hand. 

"Oh, wow, this is really something!" Ellen exclaimed in an excited voice. "I 
never thought I'd have my own brother eating me!" 

Feeling her son's magnificent young prick becoming as hard as steel right in 
her mouth, Maureen found herself itching feverishly to get that hard slab of 
meat in her cunt. As she sucked audibly with drawn-in cheeks, the shapely 
blonde matron found herself squirming and playing with her wet groove with 
one hand. Finally, she could no longer resist the temptation and began 
scrambling to a kneeling position. 

"Hey, mom, what are you doing?" Ellen asked, still grinding her wet pussy 
around on her brother's face. 

"You'll see!" Maureen replied. Kneeling astride Bill's supine figure with 
her back to Ellen, the shapely blonde housewife grabbed his madly pulsating 
prick and aligned it with the plump outer lips of her cuntal groove. 
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped with relief as she settled down over it, feeling 
the hard meat expand her hungry vagina to the limit. "Ooooooooooooh, that's 
better! Oh, my!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up brightly and a blissful 
expression suddenly appearing on her hotly flushed face. 

"Hey, let's really give him a ride!" Ellen spoke up in an excited voice. 

Moving around simultaneously, the two attractive females began grinding 
their buxom hips around astride their supine masculine partner. His tongue 
constantly at work on his older sister's delightfully wet pussy, Bill once 
again found himself struggling valiantly to control himself under the double 
feminine assault. Becoming thoroughly aroused by the incestuous three-way 
sex, Maureen and Ellen repeatedly squealed with delight and urged each other 
on enthusiastically. 

"Oh, wow, oh! I could do this all day!" Ellen exclaimed as she wriggled 
around on her brother's face with progressively faster movements. 

"Oh! So could I!" Maureen replied, wriggling around with her son's thick 
masculine organ penetrating deeply into her hot, clinging vagina. "Ooooh! 
Ooooh! OOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH! OOOOH! AHHHHHHHH!" 

Nearly drowning in his sister's feminine honey and feeling almost smothered 
by her plump young bottom, Bill nevertheless managed to continue probing 
into her delicious sweetmeats with his tongue although he was virtually 
breathless. At the same time, his mother's rotating vaginal walls continued 
to thoroughly tantalize his furiously pounding cock. The double combination 
of two bouncing feminine bottoms moving up and down on him at the same time 
produced sensations quite beyond anything he could have imagined. 

"OOOOH! AHHHHH! MY PUSSY'S SO HOT! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Maureen suddenly cried out. 
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH! ANNNNNNNNNNNN! OOOOOH!" Panting heavily, the breathless 
woman began pumping up and down with frantic movements that drove her son's 
hotly rigid prick deep into her voracious cunt." 

"OOOOOOOH!" 

"OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH!" Ellen's ecstatic cries echoed those of her 
mother. "AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOH! WATCH OUT, BILL, I'M GOING TO ... 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" 

Rocking his hips back and forth vigorously beneath his two tormentresses, 
Bill found himself doubly tormented by his sister's wet and sticky pussy and 
his mother's frantically hot and clinging vagnial walls. Finally, the well 
built teenager could stand the pressure no longer and began climaxing with 
spasmodic jerks of his pelvix! 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Maureen and Ellen emitted simultaneous shrieks 
as intense climaxes suddenly took possession of their lust-tormented bodies. 
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOCOOOOOOOH! 

That's the way, girls, really put on a show for us, Harry mumbled to himself 
as he watched the two distraught females writhing in the throes of perverse 
incestuous pleasure. "You getting all this on film, Mark?" he asked quietly. 

"Yeah, I got it!" Mark replied. "All of it!" 

"Hey, what was that?" Harry alertly asked when he heard a noise outside on 
the lawn. 

"What?" Mark asked as he put down the camera. 

There was a sudden crashing noise at the door and three uniformed state 
troopers suddenly burst into the room! 

"HANDS UP!" they demanded. 

Maureen and Ellen screamed at the top of their lungs and frantically 
scrambled to get back into their clothes. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Taken completely off guard by the rescuing task force, the kidnapers offered 
no resistance and were quickly handcuffed and led off to be arraigned. In 
the confusion that followed, young Bill Kemper displayed enough presence of 
mind to privately confiscate and take with him the pornographic film that 
had just been shot. Within hours all three Kempers were placed on a flight 
headed for O'Hare Field in Chicago, where they managed to avoid the 
newspaper and television reporters who were anxious for a report of their 
ordeal. 

As it turned out, Harry McClintock and his partners in crime received rather 
short prison sentences. The Kempers were understandably reluctant to 
prosecute, and the defendants obtained an attorney who managed to plea 
bargain quite successfully on their behalf. Loretta Bridges received a 
suspended sentence, and the male defendants were given the minimal jail 
terms generally reserved for politicians. 

However, the story does not quite end there. Coming home unexpectedly early 
one afternoon, Maureen's husband discovered the rest of the family 
rehearsing what was apparently intended to be a sequel of the pornographic 
movie they had made! 

Before sunset, Ellen was on her way to live with a discipline-minded 
spinster aunt in the East, and Bill was headed for a private military school 
in Indiana. And at sunset, Maureen, having tearfully confessed everything to 
her husband, reported to his study for the punishment she not only deserved 
but urgently needed and desired. 

The hotly blushing housewife was attired in a punishment uniform consisting 
of white blouse, green micro-mini that had been borrowed from her daughter 
and was so short that it failed to conceal the tops of her black stockings, 
and platform suedes. Harold Kemper took one look at his errant wife, swept 
her face down over his lap, flipped her mini back, yanked her black panties 
down to her knees, and administered a spanking that left her screaming in 
anguish. 

Afterwards, the weeping woman was compelled to kneel and demonstrate her 
new-found talents as a fellatrix. She would be satisfying him that way from 
then on, she was told, as she was marched to the corner to stand 
bare-bottomed and disgraced. 


THE END
