V-6045 Alice's Teenage Boy Lovers


FORE­WORD

 Alice was not your av­er­age house­wife. Not only was she her­self a beau­ti­ful, 
sen­sual young wo­man of thirty-three, but she al­ways seemed to have a house­ful of young 
hand­some studs run­ning about car­ry­ing on.

 Her son, Jack, only four­teen him­self, al­ways seemed to be giv­ing her looks that 
were more than just slightly sexual. She did more than re­turn the looks, too.

 It all star­ted the day her hus­band was out of town and Jack was hav­ing a 
birth­day party with a bunch of his young friends.

 Someone had the idea to play ‘Pin the Tail on the Don­key.’ The only rules were that
every light in the whole house was to be turned out and the per­son who was “it” had to find 
the rest-the one do­ing so in the shortest amount of time would be the win­ner.

 Alice soon found her­self, quite by ac­ci­dent, up in the bed­room hid­ing with one 
of Jack’s friends, hand­some and su­per-hung young Marty Gaynor.

 One thing led to an­other, and since Alice’s in­sa­ti­able quirts for younger flesh, 
some­thing that had been giv­ing her hus­band, Al­len, a psy­cho­lo­gist, con­sid­er­able 
con­cern, she gave in to her fantas­ies of fleshy fun will­ingly, and with no re­ser­va­tions 
what­so­ever.

 What res­ul­ted in this union, was to set Alice off on a whirl­wind of sexual 
ad­ven­ture, a whirl­wind that was to lead her through many of the young boys at the party, 
as well, and es­pe­cially, her young son, Jack.

 She was any­thing but shy with the young boys. She sucked and fucked them un­til 
her pussy was sore. She got it up the ass, and every angle ima­gin­able, and then some.

 She had an un­quench­able thirst for young cock and flesh.


CHAPTER ONE

 What am I get­ting all ex­cited for, Alice asked her­self. It’s only a birth­day for my 
son. There aren’t go­ing to be any guests over four­teen or fif­teen at the party. Why should 
they even look at me?

 She posed in front of the mir­ror and twirled quickly left, then right, mak­ing her 
skirt swirl up around her hips, re­veal­ing the saucy but­tocks as well as shapely legs.

 Un­for­tu­nately, she knew the an­swer, how­ever. It was be­cause they were young,
horny boys. Be­cause she was still at­tract­ive even if she was thirty-three. Be­cause her body 
could turn any man on-no mat­ter how young he was, and even if Alice had to keep that dark 
side of her per­son­al­ity con­cealed, that con­stant yearn­ing to be in sexual con­tact with a 
male-she could still en­joy the lust she in­spired in their eyes.

 Alice loved to be de­sired.

 She lived in her fantas­ies-in their fantas­ies.

 Alice’s mini-dress was really short, and that was not just by ac­ci­dent. There was 
lots of nice, tanned flesh around the edges. The tops of her tits were sweet, golden swells of 
flesh that in­vited the male eye be­fore plunging un­der the low neck­line of her dress.

 She wore no bra and there was a nice, soft jiggle and bounce to her tits un­der the 
ma­ter­ial of her dress. Her nipples weren’t hard yet.

 It took the pres­ence of a man-usu­ally-to cause them to swell and stiffen, but all 
the same, the little buds were ob­vi­ously pok­ing at her dress and giv­ing the ma­ter­ial 
sharp poin­ted peaks.

 The swollen globes of her tits shoved her dress out and then it was pinched in to a 
nar­row waist where her fig­ure al­most im­me­di­ately flared her dress out into gen­er­ous 
hips-wide and smooth and flat. Her na­ked thighs, also a golden, tanned brown, pro­jec­ted 
from un­der the hem of her skirt. They were round and shapely and long.

 Look­ing in the mir­ror, it even ex­cited Alice to look at her legs and ima­gine a 
man’s hard hand slid­ing up the in­side of her thigh un­til his fin­gers dis­ap­peared un­der 
her skirt.

 Alice shivered.

 She was think­ing those thoughts again.

 She knew it was a com­pul­sion. Even when she’d been Alan’s pa­tient-be­fore he’d 
mar­ried her-they’d both real­ized how im­port­ant it was that she con­trol them.

 Alice ima­gined the boys who were com­ing to the party star­ing at her. It star­ted a
strange tingling all over her body. She stood in front of the mir­ror and saw her­self as they 
would see her. Hes­it­antly, her hand dipped to the front of her skirt and lif­ted it.

 “Oh­hhh,” she said, half out loud. Her bikini panties were blue and trans­par­ent and
she could see the soft nest of brown pu­bic hair between her thighs. It looked like a little 
beard of curly brown hair cov­er­ing the soft, pen­du­lous lips of her pussy.

 Just look­ing turned Alice on.

 She felt her nipples stiffen and pop out against the smooth pink and green silken 
ma­ter­ial of her dress. Alice knew she shouldn’t do any­thing. She fought with her­self, but 
fi­nally she couldn’t re­strain her hand from dip­ping down between her thighs and strok­ing 
that soft, warm place. She sighed as she did it.

 I’m wicked, she thought to her­self. It isn’t right, touch­ing my­self here and 
arous­ing my own lust. It is al­most like cheat­ing on my hus­band.

 Pens­ively, Alice watched her hand in the mir­ror, dart­ing back and forth on her 
crotch, and agit­at­ing the soft, quivery lips of her cunt.

 She felt a thrill start­ing up her body from the simple move­ment of her fin­ger 
between her pussy lips. She had to stop right away. If she didn’t, she knew she’d have a wet, 
smelly spot on her panties and have to change them be­fore she could go down­stairs for the 
birth­day party.

 Her fin­gers seemed to be op­er­at­ing all by them­selves. Deftly she hooked the 
waist­band of her panties and skinned them down her long, lus­cious legs.

 Then, pant­ing as if she’d run a hard race, she lif­ted her skirt and stared in the 
mir­ror. Her cunt was clear un­der the cover of brown hair.

 The slit was prom­in­ent, a dark shadow that just in­vited her fin­ger to slide into it. 
It seemed to beckon to Alice and she couldn’t res­ist.

 With de­lib­er­a­tion, Alice stuck her fin­ger up her twat and gasped at the sud­den 
shock.

 Feel­ings shot through her body. The won­der­ful feel­ing of her own fin­ger 
in­vad­ing her love hole was all it took for Alice to lose con­trol.

 Her hips sud­denly shot back and forth, saw­ing her va­ginal lips back and forth on 
her sol­it­ary fin­ger as she moaned in ec­stasy.

 “Mmmmmm,” she sighed. She licked her lips and half closed her eyes, ima­gin­ing 
that it was a man’s hand on her twat, feel­ing her up. She began rolling her hips back and 
forth, jab­bing her fin­ger into her crotch as she pushed her hips to­ward the mir­ror.

 To Alice, she seemed to be fuck­ing her­self. Her thoughts grew more heated as her 
own im­age in the mir­ror seemed to fuck her. The short, tousled hair that sur­roun­ded the 
heated face, flushed with ex­cite­ment, didn’t look like her hair on “her face any­more.

 “More,” Alice moaned. “More,” her hips flailed in and out faster and faster.

 Care­fully she in­ser­ted an­other fin­ger, plunging it into her throb­bing pussy with
full force as she bucked her hips against her hand. Even the slight­est pres­sure of her fin­ger 
on the swollen lips of her cunt was enough to in­crease her frantic pleas­ure.

 All she was in need of was cock. That thought filled her burn­ing thoughts. She 
wanted, needed, some­thing round and hard and alive pound­ing into her sex slit. She 
needed it!

 “Ah­hhh!” she groaned. She felt her cli­max rising in her body. Rising, but not high 
enough. She wasn’t go­ing to make it, and she knew it. Her full or­gasm would be hope­lessly 
out of reach again.

 Frantic­ally she plunged her fin­ger hard into her slot. Her hips popped out, her 
pussy en­gulfed her fin­gers with hot, li­quid flame and a wild surge of feel­ing sprayed 
through her body ig­nit­ing every fiber of her be­ing.

 “Yes ! “ she cried, as much in des­per­a­tion as in sat­is­fac­tion. Her fin­gers had 
slid deep into her aching pussy and spread it wide.

 Wider than she’d ever done her­self be­fore and all she could think about was how 
much bet­ter a big, thick cock would have been. Even as the honey poured from her slit onto 
her grop­ing fin­gers.

 “Hi, Mrs. Brew­ster.”

 The boy smiled at her and Alice felt all gooey in­side. He was about five-foot-six, 
about her own height, but nice and mus­cu­lar. His face was pleas­ant, al­most pretty, and he 
had the soft­est-look­ing long blonde hair Alice had ever seen.

 She was very temp­ted to run her fin­gers through it, but hur­riedly pushed the 
thought aside.

 “Come on in, Marty,” she said and smiled. Marty Gaynor was sort of a stranger. Jack 
had brought him home once and in­tro­duced him as the school track star, but Alice really 
knew noth­ing about the boy. He was new in the. Neigh­bor­hood.

 “Thanks, Mrs. Brew­ster.” He smiled again and slipped past Alice.

 She couldn’t help it. His smooth, bare arm pressed lightly against her bosom and 
Alice went all quivery. She ima­gined him touch­ing her on pur­pose, work­ing his fin­gers 
over the firm flesh of her tits and tweak­ing her nipples and she shivered with de­sire.

 She knew she was only ima­gin­ing the sly ex­pres­sion on Marty’s face. The boy 
was too young to have felt her tit on pur­pose. He was only four­teen, or fif­teen him­self!

 Des­per­ately Alice shrugged off the over­whelm­ing sense of sexu­al­ity that had 
en­vel­oped her ever since she star­ted think­ing about the party that morn­ing.

 As she fol­lowed Marty back to the game room where the birth­day cake was set up
on a card table she was shame­fully aware of the soggy panties between her thighs. She 
couldn’t smell her own odor yet, but she was sure that she would later-un­less she went back 
to her bed­room and changed. She wondered if Al­lan knew how this party would af­fect her 
and if he cared.

 “Hurry up, Mom.” Jack was stand­ing im­pa­tiently by the cake. The candles were lit 
and wax was run­ning onto the icing. The other boys, Tim, Ron and Bob stood around the 
table as if im­pa­tient for the party to be over.

 Some­times it wor­ried Alice that her son was turn­ing four­teen and was still so shy
of girls that he hadn’t in­vited any to his party. In a way, she was glad, but she still felt 
con­cern that he might not be sexu­ally nor­mal. And Alice knew what it was like to be 
sexu­ally ab­nor­mal!

 She squeezed in between the boys. Un­con­sciously, it seemed, she’d picked a spot 
between Marty and Ron. She only real­ized what she had done when she felt the heat of the 
boy’s leg against the out­side of her own thigh. When the boy didn’t auto­mat­ic­ally move 
away, she had looked to see who it was.

 Marty was star­ing at the cake and at Jack, in­no­cent in his con­cen­tra­tion. Alice 
could tell he wasn’t think­ing about his leg touch­ing hers. At least, not the way she was.

 It was wicked and evil, but feel­ing the smooth, warm muscles of Marty’s leg against
hers made Alice acutely aware of the boy’s vi­brant, young body.

 She could only think of the way his smooth, young cock had to be itch­ing to rise 
un­der his pants and shorts. Alice knew it would be a beau­ti­ful prick. She looked down to 
see if he had a bulge in the front of his pants, and felt dis­ap­poin­ted when she didn’t see 
one.

 “Go ahead, Jack,” she said. “Make a wish and blow the candles out.”

 “Okay, Mom,” Jack pursed his lips, his cheeks filled with air and huffed his breath out
in one puff that ex­tin­guished all the candles at the same time.

 Marty clapped his hands and ac­ci­dent­ally moved his arm against Alice, rub­bing 
briskly against her tits with his fore­arm. He didn’t seem to no­tice any­thing hap­pen­ing 
though.

 Alice didn’t say any­thing. She was hot where the boy had touched her and she sort 
of wished he’d touch her tits again. Alice didn’t un­der­stand why, but she knew that her son’s
friend turned her on more than any­body else that she could re­mem­ber.

 She trembled and moved closer. Even the su­per wet­ness of her panties between 
her legs didn’t put Alice off. The boy’s sexu­al­ity was like a mag­net and she could feel 
her­self be­ing drawn closer and closer as if she had no will of her own.

 I mustn’t, she told her­self. It’s wrong and evil to have sex with a boy his age. He 
prob­ably doesn’t even know how to fuck yet. My own son is as old as he is!

 The thought that her own son was as old and as able as Marty to have sex helped 
strengthen Alice’s re­solve. It would be like in­cest, al­most, to give in to the tempta­tion to 
have sex with the boy.

 She was in­stantly ashamed of her wild ima­gin­ings of lur­ing the boy up to her 
room later, after the party and slowly un­dress­ing him. Per­haps stim­u­lat­ing him by 
lick­ing his cute little pecker. If his prick was little!

 Alice real­ized that it had been a long time since she last saw Jack without any 
clothes. She didn’t know how big the prick would be on a boy his age. It could be enorm­ous 
for all she knew. It could stretch her cunt like it had never been stretched be­fore.

 Be­sides, if she did some­thing like that, it would be like rap­ing a vir­gin. Boys of 
that age were just be­gin­ning to fool around with girls. They wouldn’t even know how to use 
their sex rods for an­other couple of years-and they had to learn that yet. Her think­ing was 
simply an ex­er­cise in fu­til­ity, like in­tel­lec­tual mas­turb­a­tion.

 Alice stood quietly in the back­ground as the boys ate their cake and ice cream and 
clowned around, giv­ing Jack his presents. They didn’t seem to no­tice her and Alice was 
re­lieved to feel the sexual fever drain­ing from her body.

 At least she was start­ing to be nor­mal again. She wasn’t go­ing to give in to that 
ter­rible urge that seemed to be with her most of her life.

 If she had done it, if she had ac­ted on that al­most con­stant day­dream she had of
fuck­ing one of the sleek young boys who ran around with her son, Alice was sure she 
couldn’t ever stop the word from get­ting back to her only child and hurt­ing him.

 It would be ter­rible for him to hear that his mother was a nym­pho. Alice wanted to
cry. Des­per­ately. It would be al­most as ter­rible as Alice her­self hav­ing to ad­mit she was 
one-a sexu­ally un­con­trolled fe­male.

 Even Alice didn’t call her­self that-not yet! After din­ner, the kids had star­ted their 
game of blind man’s buff. It was a good thing that Alan was in Chicago for the night. Alice felt 
silly tak­ing part in some­thing so child­ish.

 The boys are pretty big to be play­ing such a child­ish game, she thought to 
her­self. And then she blushed. When she thought big, in­ad­vert­ently she thought about 
Marty’s crotch, about the bulge that had ap­peared in his pants as he rubbed against her as 
they stood around the birth­day cake.

 Alice knew she had to rid her­self of her ob­ses­sion. She couldn’t go around 
day­dream­ing about a teen­age boy’s cock or won­der­ing about the state of his vir­il­ity. It 
wasn’t right. She felt the quiver in her hot cunt and ad­ded si­lently, it’s dan­ger­ous.

 I’m a thirty-five-year-old mother, she told her­self sav­agely. I’m not some cheap 
tramp try­ing to get a .cheap thrill out of a young boy’s vir­gin­ity. I’m not. I’m just like the 
boy, that’s all. It’s nat­ural to won­der about him sexu­ally. That’s just be­ing a wo­man and 
his be­ing a boy.

 She tried to be­lieve it, but she knew bet­ter and her whole body, from her tense tit 
tips to her quiv­er­ing cunt screamed liar at her.

 She couldn’t help her­self. Alice was en­thralled with the idea of see­ing the boy’s 
slick young prick. She saw it in her ima­gin­a­tion, youth­ful and white with a rosy pink head 
and a soft, crinkly-look­ing fore­skin. She wondered if he had freckles on his pecker. He had 
enough of them on the rest of his body. On his hands, and arms and face.

 Alice shivered.

 It wasn’t just see­ing that she wanted. It was do­ing, too. She wanted his hot, 
mother­fuck­ing prick in her cunt. She wanted to squeeze her twat right around it and work it 
up and down in her slip­pery tun­nel un­til he squir­ted her full of hot, white goo. It was a 
dirty, evil thought, but Alice knew it was the true de­sire in her life. Even Alan un­der­stood, 
some­how. He al­ways told her not to feel guilty. Lots of wo­men had thoughts like that. Lots 
of them. All she had to do was con­trol her­self like other wo­men.

 Stand­ing in the dark, tensely wait­ing for Ron to find her, Alice pressed her legs 
to­gether, as if she could phys­ic­ally repress her sexual de­sire.

 She knew it hadn’t been such a good idea, tak­ing part in the game. Stand­ing in 
the dark this way. She had to let her ima­gin­a­tion run rampant. There was noth­ing else to 
do. And all she could think about was cock-youth­ful, teen­age boy’s cock.

 Wait­ing, Alice de­bated mak­ing it easy for Ron to find her in the pitch black house.
Then she could go into the kit­chen and clean the din­ner mess up.

 The game could go on forever. Each of the boys was to have his turn at be­ing the 
blind man and would be timed. When he caught every­body, the game star­ted the next time 
with a new boy. The boy that found every­body in the shortest length of time would be 
treated by the ones at the show the fol­low­ing night.

 But if she made it easy for him, she might ruin the game for the other boys.

 Alice shook her head. While she was mak­ing up her mind she felt the feath­ery 
light touch of a hand against the na­ked flesh of her arm. She shiverd, “Ron?”

 “No, Mrs. Brew­ster, it’s me. Marty.” The boy’s whispered reply was slow and husky 
and it star­ted a trem­u­lous feel­ing along Alice’s back­bone.

 She stared into the dark­ness, try­ing to see. She wondered how he had known it 
was her. She couldn’t see her fin­gers in front of her own face, much less Marty.

 “Come on,” he said. “We’ve got to get mov­ing. Ron will be com­ing down the hall 
any minute and we can’t let him catch us here.”

 Alice felt her­self go all flut­tery in­side when the boy’s hand pressed in­no­cently 
against her breast for a mo­ment and then slipped across her other tit to catch her arm.

 She was sud­denly very weak and she couldn’t protest as he dragged her down the 
hall and groped down in the first door­way they came to. As soon as they stepped in­side she 
real­ized they were in her bed­room.

 Marty steered her across the room and Alice wanted to pull free, to not be 
bump­ing his side and rear as she did so of­ten. It was ex­cit­ing in a strange way to feel her 
na­ked thigh rub against the boy’s but­tocks or brush her tit against his back. She star­ted to 
warn him and then it was too late!

 The boy had steered them into the low, king-sized bed in the cen­ter of the 
blackened out room and Alice felt her­self fall­ing. Fall­ing for­ward against the soft, warm 
flesh and the spongy mat­tress that cuddled them to­gether in the middle of the bed.

 “Shit, what did I trip on?” the boy said un­hap­pily.

 “The bed.” Alice struggled to ex­tric­ate her­self from the tangle of his arms and 
legs. She real­ized with some em­bar­rass­ment that one of his arms was wrapped around her
big soft tits and that when they had fallen to­gether his leg had been jammed between her 
thighs and was put­ting a firm, un­re­lent­ing pres­sure on her sens­it­ive pussy.

 “We’d bet­ter get up from here,” she whispered ur­gently to Marty.

 The boy shif­ted on the bed and it seemed that un­con­sciously he had moved so 
his leg rubbed more en­ti­cingly against her cunt.

 “No,” he said. “It’s a good place.”

 “On the bed?” Alice wasn’t think­ing clearly now. The touch of his hot flesh-even 
through his trousers and the sheer nylon of her panties-burned into the swollen flesh of her 
sex mound.

 All she could think of was how nice it would be for him to touch her there with his 
hand on his mouth or his cock without any­thing in between.

 “Sure,” Marty whispered, “he’ll never think of feel­ing across the bed. Ron will 
prob­ably just feel his way around the room and through the closets for every­body. He isn’t 
the bright­est kid in town. Be­sides, it’s com­fort­able here.”

 As if to ac­cen­tu­ate his last re­mark, Marty shif­ted his hand down from her tits to 
her hips. It res­ted hotly on the out­ward swell where her waist shif­ted em­phasis and 
in­stead of tuck­ing in, flared out­ward to give her broad, flat hips.

 Alice caught her breath. The fact that the boy’s hand didn’t go any fur­ther down 
showed how in­no­cent he was. Alice was pre­pared to scream no at him if his fin­gers 
budged from their place. It would be ter­rible if he, next, were to do any­thing like that.

 In the dark­ness of the bed­room, Alice was acutely con­scious of Marty’s heavy 
breath­ing, of the heat of his body where he pressed against her. She felt his cock, swollen 
and hard, press­ing against her leg. She tried to move away.

 “Shhh, don’t move,” Marty whispered. His hand clamped down on her hip and his 
fin­gers slipped against her roun­ded but­tock. Alice knew it was an ac­ci­dent on the boy’s 
part. He wouldn’t do any­thing that gross de­lib­er­ately, she thought.

 And then she al­most cried out loud. His hand had moved. It slipped over her hrps 
and his fin­gers trailed sen­su­ously across her thigh, dip­ping down the front of her dress 
into the nat­ural de­pres­sion of her crotch.

 “Don’t,” Alice said ur­gently. “Don’t do that, Marty-” Sud­denly, it was per­fectly 
clear to Alice that the boy would and could touch her there if he wanted to. Be­cause that was
ex­actly what he was do­ing! The four­teen-year-old’s fin­gers slid com­mand­ingly between 
her thighs and brushed en­ti­cingly at the soft flesh of her pussy. And then his hand switched 
from its po­s­i­tion on the out­side of her dress to brush up her quiv­er­ing thigh and clasp 
tightly over the swollen flesh of her throb­bing, pulsat­ing sex mound.

 “Oh, Marty,” Alice moaned. She threw her arms around the boy’s neck and rolled 
against him, crush­ing her lips against his. Her tongue dar­ted and jabbed between his 
boy­ish lips. His mouth was hot against her and she groaned, grind­ing her pel­vis against his 
hard, grop­ing hand. His fin­gers felt nice. They felt great against her cunt.

 “Take my panties off,” she com­manded the boy between sear­ing kisses.

 Marty hes­it­ated only a mo­ment, then his fin­gers clasped the waist­band of his 
friend’s mother’s panties and began furi­ously tug­ging them down her long, sexy legs. Marty 
had seen enough of those legs be­fore the party really got go­ing to turn him on.

 Mrs. Brew­ster had beau­ti­ful tapered thighs that dis­ap­peared un­der her skirt 
leav­ing his mouth wa­ter­ing in won­der over the mys­tery of what her crotch would look 
like. In the dark he couldn’t see. But he could feel. And that was really turn­ing him on.

 Alice’s cunt was all soft and squishy. Her tender hole was swampy with her lust and 
she couldn’t con­trol it an­other mo­ment. The touch, the touch of Marty’s fin­gers against 
her na­ked crotch was driv­ing her wild. Each of his fin­gers was like a hot prick search­ing for 
the en­trance to her twat.

 His tongue had star­ted to lash back at her. It bur­rowed and dug between her lips 
and into her mouth and the boy’s en­thu­si­asm was so great it was as if she were be­ing 
raped or­ally.

 Alice was glad of the dark­ness. She didn’t want the boy to see her face con­tor­ted 
with pleas­ure. She didn’t want any­one to see her shame.

 She french-kissed Marty back and writhed her body frantic­ally against him. Her 
hairy pussy sucked at his fin­gers. She wondered in­sanely for a mo­ment if he had ever 
touched a hairy cunt be­fore, or was he used to those sparsely furred teen­age twats that he 
found at school.

 His fin­gers were mol­ten lead in her crevice crack and Alice was ir­ra­tion­ally 
jeal­ous of the boy’s other girl friends. There had to be oth­ers be­cause of the easy way he 
seemed to have with his fin­gers spread­ing the petals of her twat and fuck­ing his hot little 
fin­ger in and out of her gasp­ing cunt.

 He was ex­per­i­enced. There was no deny­ing it. But Alice didn’t care. So what if 
her day­dream of him as a vir­gin was washed away. What she wanted now was his prick, his 
hot little prick. She wanted that all right-any way and every way she could.

 “Fuck me, Marty,” she sobbed. She pulled her lips away from his and fended off his 
knees. She couldn’t wait any longer. Eagerly her fin­gers tugged at his belt, then the front of 
his pants. She got them open without really no­ti­cing whether they were zipped or buttoned 
or snapped. All that mattered to Alice was that she got them open.

 “Fuck, fuck, baby,” she moaned. Her fin­gers fluttered in­side his pants and brushed 
against the soft cot­ton of his shorts. Frantic­ally Alice pushed the waist­band down un­til the 
hard meat of his cock popped over the edge.

 Alice thrilled all over at that mo­ment. Her legs shook and there were quakes in her 
cunt. Her pussy lips were snap­ping fe­ver­ishly at his hot fin­gers while her own hands 
cuddled the boy’s prick. Slowly, gingerly her fin­gers worked down his long stem.

 Alice could feel the juice leak­ing between her cunt lips as her hand slipped down 
his wand. She was get­ting more and more ex­cited as she went fur­ther and fur­ther. There 
was no end to his dick. No end!

 Gone were her fantas­ies of fuck­ing a little nub of a pecker. In­stead it felt like she 
was hold­ing a thick, end­less hose just made to stick up her twat and pump in and in un­til it 
was turn­ing her in­side out.

 She was afraid and thrilled at the same time. She wanted him to fuck her deeply, 
deeper than she’d ever been fucked be­fore. It was with a mix­ture of re­lief and 
dis­ap­point­ment that her hand hit the elastic of his shorts.

 Gingerly she pulled his shorts down and the boy’s fat, full balls popped into her 
hand. They, also, were big. Swollen and soft, like sponges. Alice knew they were stuffed with 
his come and that he’d squirt like a fire hose in­side her swel­ter­ing pussy.

 Her whole body tingled. As she squeezed Marty’s dick the boy’s fin­gers went back 
to work on her flow­ing cunt with re­newed vigor.

 He squeezed the fat, spongy lips of her cunt and his fin­ger pushed frantic­ally into 
the squishy cen­ter of her hole. In and out, in and out his fin­ger fric­tioned stead­ily, 
send­ing tongues of flame lick­ing up her pussy. “I’m ready,” Alice sobbed. “Don’t tease me. 
I’m ready now.”

 Marty rolled her over on her back and his mouth glued it­self to her lips. His fin­gers
played with her tits and her cunt at the same time while his tongue drilled into her hot mouth.
He pulled it out and asked in­no­cently, “Ready for what, Mrs. Brew­ster?”

 “I’m ready,” Alice cried. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” In the dark­ness, Alice felt the
boy’s hands mov­ing down her body. She wanted to change her mind to tell him to get off. 
But her will was para­lyzed by the strong de­mands her cunt was mak­ing on it.

 She trembled and wished he would hurry. She needed some­thing in her cunt. He 
had built her up so far that she wouldn’t come down without be­ing fucked.

 If her hus­band had come through the door into the bed­room at that mo­ment 
and switched the lights on, Alice would still have let Marty put his virile young cock up her 
cunt.

 In her mind’s eye, Alice could see his cock as a sew­ing ma­chine needle zip­ping in 
and out of her cunt, like he was sew­ing a but­ton­hole. It wasn’t at all like thread­ing a 
needle, she thought ir­ra­tion­ally. She spread her legs wider.

 Sud­denly there was a cool­ness across her firm, up-thrust tits. And then her loins 
were also cool. Marty had been un­but­ton­ing the front of her dress and now he had her 
bare na­ked. His hands were all over her, slid­ing up and down her front from her cunt to her 
tit and then back again.

 He played with her sex hole, his fin­gers teas­ing it and then squeez­ing her ri­gid 
clit with half-play­ful prom­ises.

 His hands clasped her tits and coned them some more un­til her nipples were hard 
points.

 His hot tongue licked them and then he sucked her soft tits into his sal­iv­at­ing 
mouth. Her nipples were hot in his mouth and she yowled with pleas­ure when he bit them 
lightly with his teeth and pulled on them, stretch­ing them erot­ic­ally.

 “Fuck me,” she de­man­ded of the boy. “Fuck me!” He was pant­ing heav­ily. “I’m 
go­ing to turn the lights on,” he said.





CHAPTER TWO


“No!”

 Panic flashed through Alice’s body.

 He would be able to see her firm, ex­cited tits stretch­ing up for his touch. He would
look at her sex-mad, slob­ber­ing pussy beg­ging for his cock. It was too de­grad­ing for Alice
to ima­gine or con­done. “No,” she half-sobbed. “I’ll leave this room if you do.”

 “All right,” the boy grudgingly said. And then he had rolled on top of her and Alice 
was pulsat­ing un­der the won­der­ful weight of his body as it pushed down on her and 
mol­ded it­self to her curves and his own knees slipped between hers.

 The feel of Marty’s body on hers in the darkened bed­room was sheer heaven. Alice 
trembled through every inch of her be­ing. She felt his pecker with her fin­gers, gently 
squeez­ing it, mold­ing it. She hadn’t ima­gined a boy could be that big.

 Boys were small, at least she had al­ways thought that. Her fin­gers rolled around 
the slick, greasy head, feel­ing the first few drops of come lub­ric­at­ing his skin. He was 
get­ting slip­pery, ready to plunge his prick into a tight, hot hole. And Alice had just the place 
for it.

 Pant­ing like a steam en­gine, she lif­ted her hips and guided his cock down 
to­ward her slit. It struck her clit and set her whole body res­on­at­ing to the touch. Prickly 
heat ran from her slot to her toes and back up the sens­it­ive in­sides of her legs and past her 
ex­cited pu­bes to her lust in­flamed swollen tits and hard, red nipples.

 “Ohhh!”

 His cock had struck the right place, that swampy pit between her hot thighs. 
Im­me­di­ately Alice raised her legs straight up in the air and clamped them tight around 
Marty’s nar­row hips.

 Her toes poin­ted to the ceil­ing as she felt the bulbous head squeeze her slot open 
and pop in­side her cunt. She writhed with pleas­ure.

 There was some­thing won­der­ful about the teen­age boy’s pecker slid­ing just 
in­side the lips of her twat. He was so, so in­no­cent about it.

 At least it seemed that way to Alice!

 Her legs wrapped around his hips and she en­twined her fin­gers in his hair as she 
mashed her lips against his and began french-kiss­ing him as his cock slid painstak­ingly into 
her dis­ten­ded sex hole.

 “Mmmmmm,” she groaned around his tongue as it slipped into her mouth and 
began to fill her up. It seemed to glide into her oral cav­ity at the same speed as his pecker 
drilled her cunt and Alice had the weird sen­sa­tion of be­ing fucked in both places.

 Mo­ment­ar­ily she even ima­gined the boy’s tongue was his cock and 
sur­pris­ingly the thought sent cur­rents of feel­ing sweep­ing her body.

 It didn’t mat­ter that Marty couldn’t un­der­stand her cry. She was try­ing to say she
wanted more, but the hot in­va­sion of Mrs. Brew­ster’s tongue into his mouth and then the 
way she sucked his tongue when he stuck it back into her mouth turned him in­side out.

 He wriggled against her, slip­ping his prick deeper and deeper into the fiery 
fur­nace of her twitch­ing twat. His pecker, like his tongue, was ringed by hot, suck­ing lips.

 Marty didn’t have to be told she wanted more. He knew what to do without be­ing 
asked.

 Alice felt the boy’s hot hands wrap them­selves around her boobs. His fin­gers 
pinched her lust-swollen nipples into full wake­ful­ness and then began to twist” and squeeze 
her tits into hard, battered mounds of warm flesh.

 “That’s the way,” she cried between clenched teeth. “Do it some more, Marty. I love 
it like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please. More, more, more!”

 Whip­ping his tongue out of her mouth, Marty had played it around her face and 
neck. But fi­nally he had dipped his head and fastened his hot lips on one of her lusty nipples.

 To Alice, it was as if a flame had been lighted at the tip of her tit. It was melt­ing like 
wax and the feel­ing made her buck and squirm un­der the boy’s full weight.

 Each move of Alice’s twist­ing, throb­bing hips was a tri­umph to Marty. Her tight 
cunt lips were strip­ping and squeez­ing the hell out of his pro­trud­ing pecker. His sex meat 
was bathed in the hot juices of her cunt and her pu­bic hair scratched against his pel­vis.

 “Dam­mit,” he sighed as his pel­vis poun­ded down and against Alice’s soft lower 
belly. He was ec­static about the way her hot cunt lips grabbed his cock and the feel­ing he 
had as his shaft plunged down into her twist­ing, writh­ing va­gina.

 It was like shov­ing his cock down a tight, greased chute. Her clamp on it was so 
firm it was mind-bend­ing.

 “Oh­hhh!” Alice squealed.

 His big love pole slid­ing up and down her cun­tal tun­nel felt so good it was 
some­thing she seemed to have waited years to hap­pen. She wished, ir­ra­tion­ally, that she 
could see the boy’s face twis­ted with pleas­ure as he slammed his big rod in and out of her 
aching twat. It would have been even bet­ter if she could have seen him ex­per­i­en­cing the 
joys of fuck­ing her big, hairy pussy.

 “More,” Alice cried. “Deeper, deeper, fuck me harder.” Marty dug his knees into the 
yield­ing sur­face of the bed and plunged harder and harder against Alice’s boun­cing, 
twist­ing body.

 His cock ground wildly in her grasp­ing hole, ream­ing her out vig­or­ously. His 
prick was a match head in­side a fire box. The boy thought his prick was go­ing to be burned 
off by the heat of her pas­sion. As he slammed into her, feel­ing Alice rise up and present her 
hole in per­fect po­s­i­tion, each jab of his cock was a per­fect lunge.

 He filled her twat, mak­ing her lips bulge out and around the swollen base of his 
prick. His balls poun­ded like soft, wa­ter-filled bal­loons between her spas­ming legs. Her 
crotch was fevered, sweaty. Marty was plunging in and out of a bot­tom­less swamp. His prick
couldn’t reach bot­tom no mat­ter how hard he strained and stretched.

 Alice wrapped her long, beau­ti­ful legs around the boy. Her calves caught his 
but­tocks and rammed him down harder and harder against her swollen pussy.

 She sighed each time Marty plunged his hard cock into her slit, like the wind was 
be­ing driven out of her and Marty was frightened that he had hurt Mrs. Brew­ster. But he had
done some­thing far from it. His pul­ver­iz­ing cock in her pout­ing cunt had prac­tic­ally 
shaken Alice loose of her senses. All that con­cerned her was the boy’s hard rod.

 “Fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed, fe­ver­ishly.

 “I am,” Marty prac­tic­ally cried. His pecker was float­ing around in her hot hole and 
he tried to sink it deeper, but to no par­tic­u­lar avail.

 “Faster,” Alice mumbled through lust-drenched lips. Her mouth was dry, her whole 
body was dry ex­cept for that won­der­ful feel­ing between her legs. There she was sweaty. 
She was drenched with li­quid and even though she couldn’t see Marty’s pecker zip­ping in 
and out of her pulsat­ing hole, she could feel it.

 It was an elec­tric thrill and seemed to pulse up and down in in­tens­ity. At times 
the strength of her feel­ing threatened to lift her off the bed and then it would fade away and 
she pan­icked lest it dis­ap­pear al­to­gether and then his pecker shot back into her and she 
was rid­ing on the crest of her sexual or­gasm.

 She wanted him to shoot in­side her. She knew if the boy ever turned loose with his 
steamy white li­quid, splash­ing the in­sides of her hot-fleshed cunt with it, Alice would soar 
on sexual wings. It would be the next thing to heaven, or even hell!

 “Oh, Mrs. Brew­ster, I can’t hold it. I can’t!” Marty’s voice lif­ted in a high-pitched 
whine as his hips flailed faster between her legs.

 Alice tried to pull him down into her. She stuffed her crack with his cock and then 
wrapped her legs around his but­tocks and tried to push more of the boy into her hole. The 
soft, spongy feel of his balls push­ing against her crotch made her even more flut­tery in­side.
In­sanely, Alice wished she could stuff those up her crack, too.

 “I’m com­ing, Mrs. Brew­ster, I’m com­ing.” Marty twis­ted and writhed in the hot 
grip of Alice’s beau­ti­ful thighs. He couldn’t help it. He had to come. He felt her legs tighten 
around his but­tocks, for­cing his pecker into her cunt and he couldn’t stop her as she guided 
him.

 In and out. In and out. His pecker was a ram open­ing her cunt lips wide and 
shoot­ing down into her fuck well and out again.

 Her legs were slip­ping. They clamped around his but­tocks and forced his cock to 
slam into her quiv­er­ing hole, but they were slip­ping in the rivers of sweat that poured off 
him and go­ing down his thighs.

 Des­per­ately Alice moved her legs and threw her cunt up at his soft hard in­truder.

 Marty felt the move­ment and re­spon­ded. “I’m com­ing,” he shouted again and 
threw him­self against Alice as hard as he could. His chest bucked against her soft, quiv­er­ing
tits. His legs skid­ded wildly between Mrs. Brew­ster’s tight grip­ping thighs. His cock rammed
with full force up her spas­ming, beg­ging, drool­ing pussy.

 “Oh,” Alice cried as she felt him pen­et­rat­ing her to her deep­est re­cess.

 “Fuck!” Marty ex­claimed as the full force of her cunt muscles closed hotly around 
his prob­ing pecker. And then it was fi­nally hap­pen­ing, he was com­ing in her beau­ti­ful 
grown-up body. It star­ted with a tingle in his battered balls and throb­bing pulsat­ing along 
the length of his ri­gid cock bur­ied to the balls in her snatch.

 And then he, too, was scream­ing with ec­stasy as the flam­ing li­quid poured out 
of his prick hole.

 Alice, too, was ex­per­i­en­cing a mind-blow­ing or­gasm. She felt his cock 
swell­ing in her pas­sion-deadened cunt and she heaved her ass up to ex­tract the last drop 
of feel­ing. Then there was a hot, lusty feel deep in her belly where the knobby head of his 
sprout­ing prick was bur­ied. She was high with ex­cite­ment and sex and a second seemed to
stretch for hours.

 And then the wait­ing broke-like a rub­ber band snap­ping.

 Marty was com­ing. His come was spray­ing through her cunt, burn­ing hot and 
cling­ing to her cunt walls like hot grease. She loved it and her cunt con­vulsed in re­sponse 
to his steamy li­quid. She was be­ing douched out with hot se­men and Alice prac­tic­ally 
swooned as it was hap­pen­ing.

 “More, more, more,” she crooned hap­pily as she felt Marty’s hard rod soften and 
start to drop out of her post-or­gas­mic spas­ming hole.

 “More,” she said into the dark­ness as the boy col­lapsed against her throb­bing 
body.

 “More,” she mur­mured even as she dropped into a light nap! Alice’s head snapped 
up with a start. Marty’s hot body pressed against hers and his half soft cock brushed against 
the tender lips of her cunt.

 She rubbed up against him and couldn’t un­der­stand the strange, sav­age thrill 
that ran through her pulsing body.

 Some­thing was dif­fer­ent in the pitch black room. They weren’t alone.

 And then she heard the harsh breath­ing. It wasn’t Marty. It was some­body else in 
the bed­room with the two of them and Alice was sud­denly des­per­ately, ter­ribly 
frightened.

 What if they find us like this? She couldn’t brush away the thought that gnawed at 
her. What if the other boy, Ron, entered the bed­room look­ing for them and found them like 
they were? Na­ked, twined to­gether? She could feel Marty’s leg wrapped around hers, his 
knee jammed between her thighs and rub­bing en­er­get­ic­ally against her plump vulva.

 The thought made her blush with shame. She felt the color flood­ing through her 
body, turn­ing her na­ked skin a rosy red even in the dark. Some­body was in the room with 
them and sup­pose he turned on the light. That was the fear that con­sumed Alice.

 There was an un­ex­pec­ted jolt against the bed. Alice barely had time to re­act. She
clamped her hand over Marty’s mouth be­fore the wakened boy could say any­thing in his 
sleepy state. Alice wasn’t sure how he’d wake up-or even when.

 In the mean­time, she listened to the searcher stum­bling around the wall, grop­ing 
in the closets and stum­bling over chairs as he looked for his quarry.

 Alice al­most giggled. It was so funny. She and Marty were in the cen­ter of the 
room. A blind man couldn’t miss them if the lights were on, a con­tra­dic­tion in val­ues, if 
ever there was one, but to all in­tent and pur­poses true.

 And in the mean­time, Ron was stum­bling around like a blind bear in the 
dark­ness. Marty had been ab­so­lutely right!

 Alice ex­per­i­enced a strange, for­bid­den thrill. Slowly she reached out with her 
hand and felt for Marty’s soft, sticky prick. When she grabbed it, the boy’s body stiffened, but 
not enough to make noise and tip Ron off to what she was up to.

 Slowly, painstak­ingly, Alice crept down the bed un­til her face was in po­s­i­tion. 
The kids’ word for what she was go­ing to do was giv­ing head, but it didn’t mat­ter to Alice.

 What she felt was de­sire-and the thrill of do­ing some­thing for­bid­den and 
dan­ger­ous.

 Slowly Alice bowed her head over the teen­ager’s cock and sym­bol of male 
dom­in­ance.

 Marty stiffened at first. He, too, heard Ron prob­ing around the corners of the room,
but when he felt Alice’s cot­ton soft mouth, slick with her hot saliva, close over the end of his 
throb­bing hot prick, he re­laxed and re­solved to help her.

 He’d never had his cock sucked off and the boy couldn’t think of a bet­ter place or 
time or it to hap­pen to him for the first time. He was ex­hil­ar­ated by the fact that Ron was 
in the room close enough to watch and see everything if the light was on. The thought made 
his prick ex­tra hard.

 Alice wasn’t aware of what passed in the teen­ager’s mind, of course, but she was 
im­pressed by his sud­den ac­cept­ance of what she was do­ing. He moved slowly and 
without noise-as was im­per­at­ive.

 He wanted her to suck his dick! He couldn’t tell her to stop. It would have 
des­troyed him to do that. In his mind he could visu­al­ize her hot lips, full and juicy red, wet 
and gleam­ing with her saliva, des­cend­ing on his big knob. And when her lips ac­tu­ally 
closed on his joint, it was twice as good as sink­ing it in her su­per soft pussy.

 He was also ex­cited by the fact that he was go­ing to get his pecker sucked clean 
after it had been in Mrs. Brew­ster’s cunt and it was covered with the gooey rem­nants of his 
whit­ish se­men and her own pussy juices. It was dirty. Some­thing per­ver­ted and the boy 
real­ized in a way that was why he wanted it to hap­pen, be­cause it was per­verse.

 Alice moved down on the bed and eagerly cradled Marty’s balls in her hands while 
her lips found his erect cock. The mo­ment of truth had ar­rived for both of them.

 In the dark­ness, the smell from his pecker floated up to his nos­trils. He just knew 
for sure that she could smell it, too, the mingled odors of their two sex or­gans. Marty was 
be­ing driven wild by it and he also real­ized that the fact that her mouth would be on it in 
seconds lick­ing everything off would make it bet­ter.

 The boy circ­ling the bed in the dark stumbled and said, “Damn!” Alice and Marty 
didn’t move. They froze to­gether, even though Marty’s fin­ger was lan­cing up into her 
va­gina, ex­cit­ing her to tre­mend­ous gyr­a­tions of pleas­ure as it diddled around in her 
hot box.

 It be­came a war of nerves. Alice couldn’t move a muscle, even though she was 
fe­ver­ish to do it. Hes­it­antly she lowered her mouth to his cock. Si­lently she slurped and 
sucked at his pecker un­til it edged its way into the tight, hot re­cesses of her mouth.

 Once she held it between her lips, Alice faced a new kind of chal­lenge. To drive the 
boy crazy even as he was do­ing, fin­ger-fuck­ing her cunt-yet keep him quiet.

 Marty’s fin­ger twis­ted and turned in Alice’s twat. She heard Ron mov­ing around 
the bed­room and she didn’t dare move-but she was lighted up in­side. Her cunt was turn­ing
into a cres­cendo of feel­ing and fire­works and Marty’s fin­gers were be­com­ing more 
im­possible as she real­ized what he was do­ing with them; jam­ming into her tight twat with 
them and twist­ing and squeez­ing her pink clit un­til it throbbed.

 She wanted to moan with the pleas­ure of it. And she si­lenced her­self by slid­ing 
her mouth over the bulbous head of his prick.

 Her lips tracked down the long, vi­brant shaft, seem­ing to stick to the soft flesh as 
she felt the head of his cock pok­ing at the back of her throat.

 Taste flooded her mouth.

 The fla­vor of his se­men and her cunt mingled and spread through­out her mouth 
and per­meated the es­sence of her saliva.

 Stir­ring and twist­ing on the bed, Marty con­veyed his si­lent pleas­ure to her. His 
ri­gid cock in her mouth did, too. His hips were in­sist­ent, push­ing his pecker deeper into 
her mouth un­til it seemed he would be ram­ming it down her throat in just a mo­ment.

 Ex­cite­ment flowed through Alice’s body in a con­tinu­ous wave. And what made it
even more in­tense was the know­ledge that Ron was walk­ing around in the darkened room 
look­ing for them-lit­er­ally a few feet away and ob­li­vi­ous to what was hap­pen­ing on the 
bed.

 At­tack­ing Marty’s cock with her teeth, Alice nipped and wor­ried at it, caus­ing it 
to swell and lengthen in her hot mouth. Her tongue wrapped around it and Alice was 
at­remble with the know­ledge that she was ac­tu­ally suck­ing the teen­ager off.

 All the time she had thought of hold­ing a boy’s cock in her mouth, caress­ing it 
with her lips, now it was com­ing true. She was do­ing it, and noth­ing could stop her. She 
was fel­lat­ing the smooth boy’s prick and hop­ing, pray­ing that he would come in her 
mouth so that she could swal­low down the hot river of sweet, youth­ful come.

 Cock­sucker, Alice thought shrilly to her­self. I’m a fuck­ing cock­sucker! The 
ad­mis­sion of her de­prav­ity was like a prick rammed up her twat. She was sud­denly twice 
as sexu­ally re­cept­ive to Marty’s fin­gers in her cunt. She wanted to tell him to suck her off, 
but she didn’t dare. Ron was still in the room. He’d hear. But Alice was des­per­ate to get the 
boy go­ing the right way. She wanted her cli­max-her or­gasm.

 With one hand she reached down and grabbed Marty by the hair and pulled his face
against her swel­ter­ing, hairy pussy. She forced his lips to touch it, hard.

 The boy stiffened as his nose was driven over the smelly pit of Alice’s seep­ing sex. 
The odor over­whelmed him. Then his lips were rub­bing against the slick, smooth lips of 
Alice’s cunt.

 It was like she was kiss­ing him back des­pite the strange pussy taste that coated his
lips like a fine oil. The boy couldn’t res­ist the in­vit­a­tion. He gingerly stuck his tongue out as
he had when he was kiss­ing Alice’s mouth and began to french-kiss her cunt.

 “Ahhh,” Alice groaned. The swift, smooth slid­ing of Marty’s tongue between her 
hair pussy lips into the depths of her aching, quiv­er­ing va­gina set Alice’s body aflame. His 
tongue was so hot and firm lan­cing into her hole that Alice wasn’t sure he wouldn’t die from 
the sen­sa­tion.

 She loved it!

 The young boy’s tongue stuck up her snatch was al­most more than she could bear.
The fact that it was a young boy’s tongue made it even bet­ter than if it was a man’s.

 She didn’t un­der­stand her­self and she’d never really re­vealed to her hus­band 
the fant­astic yearn­ing she al­ways had to have a boy fuck her, but it was very real. Real 
enough that now Alice was un­con­trol­lable. She didn’t care that there was an­other boy in 
the bed­room.

 It was enough that Marty was there. That his hot tongue was there, push­ing into 
her crotch, slid­ing hotly over the folds of her cunt.

 “Ohhh, fuck me,” she groaned in ec­stasy.

 Marty was hot, too. His pecker was be­ing stretched and sucked off so ex­pertly he 
couldn’t feel any­thing else ex­cept for his tongue dig­ging and coil­ing it­self in Mrs. 
Brew­ster’s hot twat.

 His nose was jammed against her slit and her pussy hair tickled his lip-but what was 
driv­ing him crazy was the way her cunt squeezed and milked his tongue. It was like a hand 
was try­ing to jack his tongue off in­stead of his prick.

 From his prick to his mouth, Marty felt like one big prick be­ing rubbed to or­gasm. 
He pulsated and throbbed and loved the slip­pery feel of her lips strok­ing his saliva slick 
cock. Clev­erly his tongue bored into her cav­ern and stroked every inch of her va­gina walls.

 Ron had stopped mov­ing and the only sounds in the room came from the bed! 
Alice was cry­ing out and bob­bing her head frantic­ally up an down on Marty’s cock, 
swal­low­ing it to the balls. Faster, faster. The feel of his boy­ish cock slid­ing in and out 
between her vi­brat­ing lips was an aph­ro­dis­iac to her whole body.

 Marty’s tongue was a hot probe that seemed to reach up to her ton­sils but lit her 
cunt on fire. She was twist­ing her hips around his im­pal­ing flesh. Lov­ing it!

 “Mmmmm,” she gasped around his swollen cock flesh. The pres­sure was build­ing 
in his balls and she used her hand to stroke them. He was hot, ready. He was go­ing to erupt. 
To blow his load in her hot, suck­ing mouth. Marty couldn’t think about any­thing else ex­cept
that. “Suck it,” he cried. “Suck it, suck it, and suck it.”

 Alice groaned around the big stalk in her mouth. It stretched her lips way out so 
that she could barely hold his prick in her mouth. Her tongue swirled wildly around it. Faster 
and faster. Her cheeks caved in and she sucked the bul­ging head and licked wildly at the tip. 
His cock head was a hot glow in her mouth as it shim­mied in and out between her lips. It 
really turned her on.

 Marty’s fin­gers were churn­ing in her cunt. Stretch­ing, tear­ing, pulling her apart. It
felt de­li­cious. Alice flailed her hips up and down in a frantic ef­fort to move his fin­gers in 
and out of her gyr­at­ing slot faster.

 She barely heard the sound of Ron mov­ing across the room over the blanket­ing 
sound of her pant­ing and groan­ing and be­sides, it wouldn’t have mattered to her 
any­way-in the state she was in. She heaved her cunt lips against Marty’s mouth and felt her 
cunt stretch open, pulled by the boy’s frantic fin­gers to make room for his fant­astic tongue.

 It was the first time Alice had ever had a tongue in her sex hole. And she knew it 
would be the best time. She twis­ted her ass and rose to even greater heights when she felt 
Marty’s tongue slide past her pussy and up between her but­tocks and rap against her 
ass-hole.

 The boy’s tongue in her be­hind was un­be­liev­ably erotic. She moaned and flailed 
her hips back and forth, twist­ing and quiv­er­ing. His tongue paused on the very rim of her 
ass-hole, teas­ing her, and then plunged in like a bar of mol­ten steel.

 Suck­ing des­per­ately on the boy’s cock, Alice didn’t even cry out. At the same 
time, Marty had rammed two fin­gers vi­ol­ently into her con­vulsing cunt and she was 
flooded with sexual joy.

 She was com­ing! She was be­ing split in half between her lush, beau­ti­ful thighs 
and it was tre­mend­ous.

 At the same time, Marty squealed. His cock throbbed and sud­denly Alice’s mouth 
was bul­ging with the hot flow of come that she had to swal­low with gusto. She was float­ing
in an un­named heaven. Her cunt throbbed with dull joy. Her mouth was filled with sweet, 
boy­ish se­men and Alice was happy.

 And then the light flashed on.

 And Alice, see­ing her­self in the mir­ror, choked off a des­per­ate scream of agony!
Alice was mor­ti­fied. There was no other word to de­scribe it.

 Ron, the sweet, dark-haired boy about four­teen or maybe only thir­teen, stood at 
the light switch para­lyzed by what he saw.

 Mrs. Brew­ster was sprawled on the bed with Marty and she was half na­ked. Her 
dress was rumpled and twis­ted around her waist and her tits were free and her long, sexy 
legs were na­ked to her hips. She didn’t even have on the skim­pi­est pair of panties.

 But that wasn’t what was para­lyz­ing Ron. It was the fact that her lips had been 
wrapped around Marty’s tur­gid pecker and Ron could see the tell­tale marks of white come 
on her juicy red lips and he knew Mrs. Brew­ster had just sucked Marty’s pecker off un­til it 
ex­ploded in a white hot foun­tain of sticky fluid.

 Ron hadn’t ever done any­thing like it. He’d heard about such things, but the closest
he’d ever got­ten was jack­ing him­self off in the dark­ness of the bed­room while he thought
over what the other, older boys had to say about sex.

 It was shame­ful, what he was see­ing. Ron wanted to run home, but he couldn’t 
with the big, grow­ing lump form­ing in his pants. There was no way!

 “I was look­ing for you, too,” the little boy said lamely.

 “Dam­mit, get out and look for us some­where else,” Marty growled at the boy.

 “Where?” Ron asked, be­wildered. “I caught every­body else.” He couldn’t take his 
eyes away from their en­twined bod­ies. He licked his lips and stared again at Alice’s gap­ing, 
hairy pussy like he had never seen one be­fore.

 Alice’s scream of shrill protest died in her throat. What she saw in the mir­ror was 
enough to shock her into si­lence. Her dress tucked up around her waist and her na­ked pussy
and tits were bad enough. But the fact that one little boy had caught her with an­other, older 
child, do­ing a sixty-nine.

 There was no ex­plan­a­tion, Alice knew, that could really jus­tify her be­ha­vior.

 Marty’s soft prick fol­ded against her cheek. She felt fool­ish as she sat up and 
no­ticed the boy’s gaze go­ing to the soft, soppy, gap­ing en­trance of her pussy. Fear raced 
in waves through her body-and some­thing else. She re­cog­nized it as ex­cite­ment, 
an­ti­cip­a­tion.

 “Ron,” she said sweetly, “you won’t tell any­body, will you?” The boy looked at her 
blankly, his mouth hanging half open as if he didn’t un­der­stand.

 Alice squirmed and opened her legs wider. Her pussy pulled open with a wet, 
smack­ing sound. Ron’s eyes auto­mat­ic­ally locked in on the tar­get of her cunt lips.

 “You could hide with me this next time,” Alice said teas­ingly.





CHAPTER THREE


There was a light in the boy’s eyes. He gulped and sud­denly looked like he 
un­der­stood.

 “Would you like to hide with me?” Alice smiled and spread her legs. “Would you?”

 “Yeah,” Ron said. He gulped and his Adam’s apple bounced. “I sure would, Mrs. 
Brew­ster.” He licked his lips again and his eyes re­turned to the hot in­sides of her thighs.

 Quickly Alice slid off the bed and pulled her clothes on. Some of Marty’s gooey 
se­men rolled down the in­side of her leg, but she ig­nored that. “Get dressed,” she ordered 
Marty. The teen­aged boy hur­ried to com­ply.

 When they were ready, Alice smoothed her dress down her body with the flat of her 
hand and felt her hot palm pass over her still in­flated and puffy sex mound. It re­minded her 
of how good Marty’s cock had felt push­ing in and out of it. How su­per good it had felt and 
she treas­ured that memory. It made her feel won­der­ful all over again.

 “Re­mem­ber, Ron,” she said, “you won’t say any­thing about this and you’ll get to 
hide with me this time and we can have a lot of fun, can’t we?”

 The boy nod­ded eagerly. Alice wanted to nod, too. Ron was a nice, in­no­cent 
ap­pear­ing boy with short brown hair and soft blue eyes and a wist­ful ex­pres­sion around 
his mouth that made Alice want to mother him. She couldn’t help but won­der what his lips 
would feel like wrapped around her pulsat­ing tit. Good, she told her­self con­fid­en­tially.

 As they all went out of the room and groped their way down to the play­room, Alice
was ab­so­lutely pos­it­ive of one thing. She and Ron were go­ing to have a great time 
to­gether and she only hoped they could find a good hid­ing place this time, be­cause she 
wanted to make it really last with the sweet young­ster who looked too young to fuck.

 Fer­vently she hoped he wasn’t too young, be­cause if he was, the way she felt she 
was go­ing to have to make him grow up in a great big hurry, a real hurry!

 Alice was smil­ing by the time she joined the other boys in the game room and she 
was pleased to see that Marty didn’t look very much dif­fer­ent from when they were there 
last, and that she prob­ably didn’t, either. The other boys weren’t sus­pi­cious and Ron kept 
his mouth shut, so Alice knew everything was go­ing to be all right. It really was.

 It was Marty’s turn to be it and when Alice left the game room she smiled at her son,
Jack.

 He smiled back at her. “This is really su­per fun, isn’t it, Mom?” he said.

 “Yes, it is, Jack. I’ve got to ad­mit, you kids really know how to have fun.” Then Jack 
was gone and Alice was slip­ping through the darkened house and right be­hind her she 
could hear Ron, keep­ing as close to her as she could in the dark­ness. They went through the 
din­ing room and Alice was re­lieved to hear her foot­steps on the li­no­leum of the kit­chen 
floor. The cur­tains in the kit­chen were thin and gauzy and a little light came in, just enough 
so Alice could make out the shape of Ron’s body as he stopped next to her.

 “What are we do­ing in the kit­chen, Mrs. Brew­ster?” the boy asked. “There’s no 
place to hide here. I looked already.”

 Alice put her arm out and res­ted her hand on Ron’s warm shoulder. She thought 
about slid­ing it down to his crotch and feel­ing the small, boy­ish bulge that she knew was 
there, and then de­cided against do­ing any­thing like that. Yet.

 “Come on, Ron,” she said con­spir­at­ori­ally. Alice opened the broom closet door 
and ges­tured the boy to go in ahead of her.

 “Gee, it’s dark in there, Mrs. Brew­ster,” he said doubt­fully.

 Alice slid her hand down his neck to the tight, smooth round­ness of his but­tocks 
and urged the boy for­ward. She couldn’t stop her­self from tak­ing the op­por­tun­ity to 
slide her fin­gers between his legs and feel for the hot, taut swell­ing of his little balls from the
rear.

 She felt them and Alice al­most juiced on the spot. Her fe­male lips were slick with 
her sex slot mois­ture and she ima­gined with ex­cite­ment what the boy’s cock would look 
and feel like once she had her hands on it. She pushed again and Ron stepped into the broom
closet, walk­ing gingerly as if he was go­ing to trip over some­thing.

 Alice stepped in be­hind him and im­me­di­ately was squashed up against the boy. 
Her tits pushed against his back and her pel­vis pressed against his roun­ded but­tocks.

 “Go in fur­ther,” she com­manded Ron. “It’s deeper than it seems.” Al­though the 
closet was barely wide enough for the two of them to walk for­ward and they both brushed 
against tow­els and things hanging from the walls, it seemed to go on forever.

 When they had gone far enough, Alice stopped Ron by sud­denly wrap­ping her 
arms around the boy’s neck and cross­ing her arms across his chest to al­low her hand to play
with the full bulge of his gen­it­als in front of him.

 She had to lie against him and press her tits against his back un­til they were 
flattened out, but Alice en­joyed the feel­ing.

 The broom closet was a freak of con­struc­tion in the house. A mis­cal­cu­la­tion in 
the plans had left the two and a half foot wide, six foot deep cav­ity where there should only 
have been a two foot deep closet for brooms and clean­ing tools and Alice didn’t think any of 
the boys grop­ing around in it in the dark would step all the way in­side.

 Be­sides, if Marty did find them, Alice was sure that she could con­vince him to 
leave her alone with Ron for a while. It wouldn’t be too hard to do, she was sure.

 “Hey,” Ron said un­cer­tainly, “it sure is dark in here, isn’t it?”

 “It sure is,” Alice whispered in his ear. She leaned against him in the dark and her 
fin­gers con­tin­ued to play with his pecker and Alice could feel it grow­ing harder and longer
as her hand warmed it and pulled it and squeezed it. She wished she could see the boy’s cock.
She knew Ron was the young­est of the boys at the party and his prick would be the most 
in­no­cent. In her mind she ima­gined it be­ing all white and pink and stiff, like a little kid’s, 
and hair­less.

 Eagerly Alice un­snapped the front of his pants and dipped her fin­gers into his 
crotch. Her fin­ger­tips glided down his slick, smooth groin and slowed only when they 
en­countered the hard pro­jec­tion of ri­gid flesh. Ex­citedly, her fin­gers en­circled it.

 Alice’s cunt was throb­bing with fierce de­sire. She’d been right. Ron’s prick was all 
but hair­less and she knew she had to feel his sweet pecker glid­ing in and out of her hairy 
pussy. She had to!

 “Turn around,” she said. “And, take off your pants.” Ron loved the hot feel of Alice’s 
fin­gers on his cock and when they loosened, he hur­ried to com­ply with her in­struc­tions. 
He wanted her to start feel­ing his pecker once again how­ever she wanted to do it. It was the
first time a girl had ever touched his rod and Ron was sure of one thing. He liked it and he 
didn’t want it to stop, not yet! Alice hadn’t put her panties back on and it only took her a 
mo­ment to hike her skirt to the waist and guide the boy’s fin­gers between her legs to feel of
her swel­ter­ing cunt. She even rubbed his hand back and forth, start­ing his fin­gers in 
frig­ging her hole.

 “That’s what I like,” she moaned. “Fin­ger-fuck my cunt. That’s the way, Ron.” Alice 
squirmed and pressed her soak­ing wet twat against the boy’s eager fin­gers. “Fuck, fuck, 
fuck,” she moaned. “Stick your fin­ger in my cunt. Stick it all the way up.”

 Ron was ec­static with Alice’s in­struc­tions. His fin­gers bur­rowed around in the 
tight slick hole between Mrs. Brew­ster’s thighs. He could feel his own pecker throb­bing in 
re­sponse to the firm feel of her twat grip­ping his fin­gers. He wished it was his pecker and 
not his fin­gers in her grasp­ing cunt. “Fuck me,” he moaned. “Please, Mrs. Brew­ster, show me
how to fuck. I’ve never done it be­fore. Please, Mrs. Brew­ster!”

 Alice felt her heat reach­ing out to the boy. His plea was one of agony. It came from
the depths of his soul, and it suited her own needs al­most per­fectly.

 She wanted to fuck him. In fact, she needed to feel his little pee­hole squeezed up 
her cunt and work­ing wildly back and forth in her hot tun­nel. She was throb­bing and 
pulsat­ing in­side her hot twat so wildly she couldn’t stand it a mo­ment longer. Her cunt was 
pour­ing out its slick flu­ids.

 Pant­ing hard, Alice spread her legs as far as they would go. They bucked up against
the nar­row walls of the closet and she pulled Ron to her in the dark­ness. His thighs hit 
against her legs. His knees pressed against her and even when he squeezed his own legs 
between Alice’s noth­ing happened.

 Alice brushed her hand down his front. She played with the vel­veteen soft­ness of 
his cute little prick. And she pushed her pel­vis for­ward to im­pale her­self to the hilt on 
Ron’s wildly throb­bing, flam­ing hot cock.

 Her wet pussy lips rubbed lov­ingly against hfs shirt where it covered Ron’s up­per 
belly. Her pussy hair thrust yearn­ingly to­ward his cock, in­vis­ible in the dark­ness be­low.

 Everything Alice did was in­ten­ded to seat his cock in her cunt like a sword in its 
sheath. She wanted, she needed, the smooth, ex­cit­ing feel­ing of the boy’s cock mak­ing the
long glide up her sex tun­nel.

 Only as Alice’s hips twis­ted and bobbed furi­ously, seek­ing the sweet in­vader, she
knew it was fu­tile.

 The prob­lem was, Ron was too short-or Alice was too tall.

 Alice couldn’t get fucked un­less they got to­gether and for that, Ron needed a pair 
of el­ev­ator shoes!

 “Wait,” Alice panted. She twis­ted in the nar­row closet and turned around in the 
pitch dark­ness un­til she was fa­cing where the door was. Then she leaned for­ward and 
hiked her dress up around her waist.

 It took Ron only a mo­ment to get his hands on her hot, na­ked butt and start 
squeez­ing and feel­ing her round, soft cheeks.

 Alice trembled with sup­pressed ex­cite­ment. She was glad the boy couldn’t see 
her in the per­vad­ing dark­ness. She knew her ass was lewdly ex­posed, stick­ing up higher in
the air than her head. She knew, too, that her cunt lips pro­jec­ted back between her thighs 
like an ob­scene, hairy mound and it would have shocked the boy to have seen them.

 She star­ted at the sud­den feel of the boy’s hand rifling the hair on her pussy. The 
air was cool as he dis­turbed the layer of fur that covered her cunt. And her pussy juices had 
dampened the en­trance to her snatch, mak­ing it twice as cool and sexy. It was like a cool 
hand run­ning over her fevered flesh, calm­ing it. Only Alice wasn’t be­ing calmed.

 Cup­ping her round ass cheeks, Ron’s hands ran all over Alice’s butt and into the 
crack and then slid en­ti­cingly over the puckered anus between her cheeks. It con­vulsed and
throbbed when his fin­gers touched it, and Alice was sur­prised at the heat of her own 
re­ac­tion. She wiggled her fanny im­pa­tiently and Ron’s fin­gers drif­ted on-down­ward.

 The con­tact of his fin­ger­tips with the silky folds of flesh that guarded the 
open­ing of her va­gina sent shivers drift­ing down Alice’s back­bone. That was what she 
wanted, that hot fin­ger and she moaned softly for him to hear her. And then Ron’s fin­ger 
had glided up the slot of her cunt and was sink­ing into the flesh swamp of her sex hole.

 “Ohhh!”

 The sound burst from Alice’s lips. It was pure heaven feel­ing the boy’s fin­ger in her
slot. She wanted more. A lot more. She was too hot to wait for him to build up to it!

 “Fuck me,” she de­man­ded sav­agely. “Ram that cock of yours into my cunt, Ron. 
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She twitched her hips and lux­uri­ated in the sen­sa­tion of his 
fin­ger plunging in­vol­un­tar­ily into her pulsat­ing fuck hole.

 “I don’t know,” the boy said mourn­fully. “Really, I don’t.” Alice swayed un­cer­tainly,
her wide hips brush­ing use­lessly against the sides of her closet. It was too big a con­fes­sion.
She was be­ing con­sumed by hun­ger for the boy’s smooth, slip­pery prick and he was telling
her he didn’t know how to fuck, how to ful­fill her need.

 Shakily she stabbed her hand back between her hot thighs and groped in the 
dark­ness un­til her fin­gers brushed against his stiff, pound­ing cock. She could tell by the 
feel that al­though Ron didn’t know what to do, he and his body were ready to do it!

 The swollen crown of his pecker was already wet with pre-sem­inal fluid as she 
guided it to­ward her ripe cunt lips. Ron pressed for­ward un­til his belly was slap­ping 
against Alice’s na­ked, up­turned butt. And then she had him where she wanted him.

 Tri­umphantly, Alice steered the boy’s ri­gid pecker into her swel­ter­ing cunt hole.

 “Ahhh,” the boy groaned. The sound was wrenched out of his mouth as he 
auto­mat­ic­ally pressed him­self tighter against the soft globes of Alice’s ass while his prick 
sank between her hairy pussy lips like a hot knife through but­ter. The boy was 
ex­per­i­en­cing a spe­cial kind of ec­stasy. It was a mil­lion times bet­ter than jack­ing off. 
Her cunt lips were so soft and de­light­ful around his jab­bing pecker that Ron wanted to let 
go right away.

 Res­ol­utely the boy re­strained him­self. He bit his lips as he res­isted the fant­astic
pull of Alice’s pussy muscles around his fiery prick. He could feel the hot fluid start to rise in 
the tube that ran through his cock but he willed it down.

 Ron was only thir­teen-but he knew enough that girls weren’t in­ter­ested in guys 
that shot them full of stuff in only a minute or two.

 They liked to ride men’s cocks forever and ever. And Ron sus­pec­ted that Mrs. 
Brew­ster might be dis­ap­poin­ted if he shot too fast and had to stop too soon.

 Be­sides, Ron wasn’t only think­ing of Alice’s de­sires. The boy stirred his prick 
around in the soggy depths of Alice’s cunt and was over­whelmed by the feel­ing that seemed
to swirl around his fuck tool. It made him won­der if she hadn’t sucked his pecker into her 
mouth and was tonguing it un­til the boy couldn’t stand it any­more.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Alice chanted in a kind of frenzy. She twis­ted her butt and felt 
the boy’s long, slender prick slip­ping around in the slimy grasp of her cunt.

 She pushed back harder and harder against his prob­ing meat. She wanted it 
shoved up her twat all the way. She wanted him to split her in half with his virile young pecker.
She wanted to stretch and stretch and stretch around it un­til she was go­ing to be torn apart.

 Harder and harder Alice flailed her hips back, im­pal­ing her shame­fully ex­posed 
cunt on the hard nail of Ron’s prick. She sank her pas­sion pit around his cock un­til it hit 
bot­tom and his hard, round balls were boun­cing against her cunt open­ing and some­times 
knock­ing on the tender nub­bin of her clit.

 But it was no use. Alice swayed her hips back harder and harder.

 “Uhhh,” she gasped with each lunge of her beau­ti­ful soft but­tocks against his 
hard, young body. His prick zipped in and out of her slit with start­ling speed. But it was 
al­most like Alice couldn’t really feel it. There was enough heat and move­ment to tease her. 
The in and out slid­ing of his cock in her sex slit was like a hungry man nib­bling on Jello.

 It wet her ap­pet­ite to have some­thing Dig­ger, more sub­stan­tial ram­ming her 
blatantly ex­posed cock box.

 She wanted to be fucked big­ger and harder so it al­most hurt. She wanted a pecker
push­ing in and out of her swollen cunt lips un­til it brought tears to her eyes and stretched 
her gushy cunt muscles un­til they hurt.

 And then she re­membered the funny feel­ing his fin­ger had had against the 
throb­bing, writh­ing ass-hole.

 Alice knew some wo­men took peck­ers in their butts. She’d even thought of it 
be­fore, but never ser­i­ously. She knew her ass-hole was too small. Be­sides, it was a ter­rible 
thought to stick some­thing-some man’s cock up there and ream out her back­side.

 But, not for the first time, think­ing about do­ing it star­ted a wild tremor in her tail.

 Ron was ob­li­vi­ous to Alice’s un­sa­ti­ated hun­ger. His prick was slid­ing 
won­der­fully in the greasy chute of Alice’s va­gina. He didn’t want it to be any place else. His 
pecker head was on fire from nudging against the res­ist­ant, heated walls of her sex tun­nel.

 His balls were swollen from pound­ing against her hairy cunt lips. Her cunt could 
have been tighter. If she hadn’t fucked Marty’s big rod, it would have been.

 But Ron didn’t know that and as his prick slipped and slid through the gooey debris 
of Marty’s se­men and sex juices, the boy thought he was get­ting the tight­est, greatest ride 
in the world.

 The boy was jab­bing his slender wand in and out of Alice’s slit and then, sud­denly,
it was wav­ing in the air. The cool air of the night was all that circled it, that stroked it.

 Ron was ter­rific. The boy didn’t know what to do and he was filled with re­lief when
he felt Alice’s hot fin­gers wrap around his sex staff and guide it back to its tar­get.

 For a long mo­ment, Ron struggled and pushed as his cock head seemed to hang 
up against her hole. He was frantic to get it back in­side her throb­bing slot. He wanted to be 
over­whelmed in heat and sloppy wet­ness to en­gulf his pecker once again. He needed it. 
The hot sur­ging of his juice had risen in his cock tube and he had felt on the verge of 
com­ing. He knew what that was. When he was jack­ing off, he was ready for that ex­plos­ive 
mo­ment when his hot seed spewed out of his prick end and splashed across the room. That’s
what he wanted and in his eager­ness, Ron was de­term­ined not to be cheated.

 Ur­gently the boy flexed his hips. His fin­gers clawed at the jig­gling round flesh of 
Alice’s but­tocks and then he lunged and jammed his pecker into her, all the way.

 “Ahhh,” Alice cried, as the burn­ing, plunging length of the boy’s cunt lub­ric­ated 
pecker ripped deep into her ass-hole.

 It wasn’t like her cunt. Not at all. Bent over and tak­ing the lan­cing prick dir­ectly 
into her bowels, Alice could really feel it. There was a sharp burn­ing around the en­trance to 
her ass-hole and a fierce pres­sure along the length of her rectum.

 He couldn’t move his cock an inch in the rear without send­ing elec­trical im­pulses 
ra­cing through Alice’s body.

 I mustn’t let him, Alice thought. I mustn’t let him fuck my ass-hole. It’s dirty and 
shame­ful. Her mor­al­iz­ing would have been more ef­fect­ive, though, if the boy hadn’t 
sud­denly star­ted jazz­ing his pecker in sav­age de­light in and out of her im­paled ass-hole.

 “Oh,” Alice groaned breath­lessly as each stab of his hips sent his cock slid­ing up 
her ass-hole with rail­way ex­press speed. It was bet­ter than her cunt, she told her­self wildly. 
A mil­lion times bet­ter.

 Alice couldn’t res­ist the sav­age ass-fuck­ing for long. Every move­ment of the 
boy’s hips had an equal re­ac­tion in her crotch and she was com­pletely at the mercy of her 
feel­ings and emo­tions. “More,” she said. “More, more, more.” She humped back furi­ously, 
twist­ing Ron’s pecker in her hot rectum.

 She was get­ting there. Her cli­max was build­ing in her toes and she was get­ting 
set to go off. All it would take, she knew, was a hot stroke or two in her ass-hole, and she’d be 
there.

 And she was amazed!

 She couldn’t be­lieve that she was go­ing to come be­cause of a prick slid­ing in 
and out of her butt hole-but she was, she was!

 Alice gasped a deep breath of air, feel­ing it fill her lungs and spread the oxy­gen 
through her body like al­co­hol, mak­ing her giddy, mak­ing every nerve end­ing 
hy­per­sens­it­ive. She was get­ting ready for the cru­cial strokes when it happened.

 The closet door was flung open and the dim light from the kit­chen flooded the 
depths of the closet and a head poked in and a voice said ami­ably. “Well, here you are.”

 And then the flash­light clicked and Alice cried out sickly.

 “Just a minute,” Marty said. Then he stepped into the closet and in the light of the 
flash­light Alice could see that he was hold­ing out his prick for her. For her!

 She wanted to tell him, no, that she wouldn’t do that, not now! But she looked at 
the stiff­en­ing piece of meat. It was so long and firm and sweet-look­ing she couldn’t very 
well re­fuse it.

 Hes­it­antly, Alice opened her lips and with her hands bent it a little so the smooth, 
fruity head popped into her mouth and she was sa­vor­ing the taste as it washed through her 
en­tire mouth.

 The light flashed out and she was left in the dark with Ron’s slender cock rammed 
up her sweet, aching ass-hole and with Marty’s massive prick in her mouth, stretch­ing her 
lips.

 “Please, please, Mrs. Brew­ster, move your ass,” Ron pleaded. “I want to come, Mrs. 
Brew­ster, or I’ll ex­plode. Hon­est, please!”

 Alice hes­it­ated for only a mo­ment, and then she was buck­ing her hips up and 
down and her head just nat­ur­ally seemed to bob up and down, too, on Marty’s hard cock.

 She, too, was only strokes away from com­ing. And when Marty bent down and his 
fin­gers wrapped around her loose hanging tits and stroked her hot nipples, Alice was that 
much closer to or­gasm.

 Closer and closer!

 Harder and harder her butt poun­ded back swell­ing Ron’s cunt un­til she was 
lit­er­ally rap­ing the young boy.

 And then her lips were bit­ing down, her ass-hole was clench­ing tightly around 
Ron’s pecker, and she knew she was com­ing for real. Her whole be­ing was ex­per­i­en­cing 
the ul­ti­mate pleas­ure.

 Marty sensed it be­fore it happened and his fin­gers cruelly squeezed her dangling 
tits and dia­mond hard nipples send­ing a fant­astic surge of sexual ex­cite­ment rolling 
through her whole body as she felt Ron’s end­less come pour­ing into her rectum, spray­ing 
hotly in­side her. Like ex­plos­ive surfs against the rocks.

 At the same time, Marty’s pecker erup­ted in her mouth and a fresh flow of gooey 
white stuff plopped into her mouth and in­und­ated her taste buds.

 Alice was be­ing lif­ted to ec­stasy on the spurt­ing cocks of two virile teen­agers.

 The ma­gic chariot ride to heaven was al­most too much for her. Her whole body 
trembled in sym­path­etic re­sponse to the waves of feel­ing that con­sumed her body. She 
was ab­sorbed by the shock waves of feel­ing that made her nerves twitch even after Marty’s 
cock fell out of her mouth and Ron’s slender, lov­able prick pulled from her rectum with a soft
plop.

 “You’re the last ones,” Marty said proudly. “I man­aged to find all the oth­ers first.” 
He opened the closet door and let them out into the kit­chen.

 Alice stumbled as she came out of the closet. The tile floor seemed to wave un­der 
her feet and the ceil­ing swam dizzily above her head.

 She had a hard time listen­ing to what Marty was say­ing. It buzzed in and out of 
her head like a loud fly.

 “This time it’s Jack’s turn to look,” Marty was say­ing. “So we’ll go back and then 
hide to­gether. I’ve got a place he’ll never find us, Mrs. Brew­ster.”

 Alice pulled her­self to­gether.

 “No,” she said.

 “But, we’ve got to,” Ron said. “I’m still hot.”

 “No,” Alice re­peated.

 She shook her head and knew she had to stick to that. She could just see the three 
of them hid­ing some­where, fuck­ing wildly when her son found them, in­ter­twined.

 How could she ever face her fam­ily after that? She couldn’t. And, be­sides, Alice 
knew she was all fucked out. It had never happened be­fore and was prob­ably just a 
tem­por­ary mood, but she knew she had to take ad­vant­age be­fore her in­sa­ti­able 
hun­ger was back on her.

 She didn’t want to have her son find her with her na­ked legs wrapped around his 
teen­aged friend’s body per­haps while Ron was plunging her ass-hole or her mouth and 
spurt­ing his come in her and on her. She couldn’t ever face that!

 “No,” she said and she straightened her dress and went back into the game room 
and an­nounced even be­fore Marty and Ron had got­ten into the room that she was sick and
was go­ing to have to go to bed.

 The boys groaned, but Jack smiled at her. “It’s all right, Mom,” he said when she 
tried to apo­lo­gize for ru­in­ing his party. “It was a stu­pid game, any­way.”

 Alice left then and went up to her bed­room and locked the door and drif­ted off 
into a dream troubled sleep as she heard the boys leav­ing the house.

 When Alice got out of bed in the morn­ing, her hus­band was snuggled up against 
her, his butt push­ing warmly against her hip. It felt good. Se­cure. She wanted to shake him 
and make love to him. She wanted him to blot out the aw­ful memory of the pre­vi­ous night 
with the point of his pecker stir­ring around in the depths of her cunt.

 But she didn’t. Alice was too torn by guilt and re­crim­in­a­tions to wake Alan.

 Hell, she thought to her­self, I didn’t douche. Sup­pose he rammed his prick into me
and felt all that goo? Sup­pose he real­ized he was fuck­ing in some­body else’s playpen?

 Alice shivered with sud­den fear. He might for­give her, and he might not.

 Hur­riedly she rushed into the bath­room and filled the douche bag with warm, 
soapy wa­ter. Shed­ding her clothes, her nightie and her panties, she hung the bag and gently
in­ser­ted the plastic end into the al­most dry lips that guarded her va­gina open­ing.

 “Oh­hhh,” she quivered as she felt the first warm surge of soapy wa­ter welling up 
into her uterus. It was de­light­ful-so tender and sooth­ing. It was like she was rub­bing her 
in­sides with baby oil. Alice couldn’t say how much she loved it. It was too good.

 In a sort of wild ec­stasy, she squirmed her butt around on the toi­let seat, twist­ing 
the plastic end in her hairy pussy like a hard fin­ger.

 The sud­den pas­sion lit­er­ally en­gulfed her brain and body and made her hips 
buck. She was fuck­ing the nozzle of the douche bag!

 What was she com­ing to? First she had been with one young teen­ager, and then 
two. Cunt fucked, ass fucked and mouth fucked, now she still seemed to be un­sa­ti­ated.





CHAPTER FOUR


“Shit, I was right,” she mumbled to her­self as she grit­ted her teeth and tried to get 
the plastic to do the one thing it couldn’t do-turn into a real life prick!

 The wa­ter filled her in­sides and weighed her down. She was all sloppy and wet 
in­side, prac­tic­ally sea­sick, and the nozzle in­tens­i­fied her feel­ings. She was rising to the 
edge. It didn’t take much to push her to the edge, but once there, Alice couldn’t do it. She 
couldn’t go over in the sear­ing, flam­ing leap that would com­plete her or­gasm.

 Harder and harder she stabbed her nozzle up her twat. Harder! Still she couldn’t get 
re­lief. She had been right. If she’d given in to the boys again, she couldn’t have stopped. Not 
ever!

 She would have had youth­ful peck­ers jab­bing in her hot box all through the night
un­til she couldn’t move for the won­der­ful feel­ings that lanced through her.

 “Alice?” The rap­ping had stopped on the bath­room door.

 Alice froze in sud­den con­fused shame. Her twat begged for at­ten­tion while her 
brain worked wildly, try­ing to put her back to­gether.

 The voice was Alan’s and Alice ima­gined him stand­ing by the bath­room door, 
na­ked, listen­ing to the strange sounds she was mak­ing while he tried to get in. He could 
think she was hurt from the sounds. Maybe she could pre­tend to have a fit.

 “Yes, Alan?” Alice was proud of her­self. Her voice hadn’t quavered.

 “Aren’t you done yet? I’ve got to take a pee, darling.” Flustered, Alice yanked at the 
toi­let pa­per and pulled a big gob off. “In a minute, darling,” she said. She pat­ted her cunt 
dry with the toi­let pa­per after re­mov­ing the plastic nozzle. Then she pulled her panties 
back up her legs, aware of her body’s re­ac­tion to the snug feel of nylon around her 
dis­tant-feel­ing pussy lips.

 Even when she opened the door, she knew she was still pain­fully horny and there 
was no way she could even stem the feel­ing.

 “You took your time,” Alan said. He winked at her las­ci­vi­ously.

 Alice forced a smile to her lips and arched her na­ked breasts for his in­spec­tion. 
For a wo­man her age, she had a mar­velous pair of jugs.

 They were full without be­ing flabby. Her tits were roun­ded in­stead of 
bottle-shaped the way some wo­men went after hav­ing ba­bies. Her nipples were hard, 
brown-red dia­monds top­ping each soft mound.

 Alan licked his lips and Alice ex­amined her hus­band in turn. He had black, tousled 
hair that wouldn’t comb and a mat of black hair on his chest and between his mus­cu­lar 
thighs.

 His skin was dark and stretched tautly over the muscles of his chest and belly and 
slid down his groin.

 It was Alan’s turn to lick her lips. Stick­ing straight up out of the thatch of fur at his 
crotch was her hus­band’s dick. It was a beau­ti­ful thing. Solid and just as mus­cu­lar as the 
rest of his body it evoked old memor­ies in

 Alice.

 She re­membered how it had plowed nu­mer­ous times in he short fur­row 
between her legs, how he had dug deeper and deeper. And the feel­ing she had when he was 
so deep he was tear­ing her apart.

 “Is it a pee-hard?” she asked him, al­most hold­ing her breath for the an­swer.

 Alan winked.

 “It’s too hard to pee with, “ he told her jauntily.

 “Is it too hard to do some­thing else?” Alice smiled, but her eyes didn’t leave his 
beau­ti­ful cock. It seemed to swell un­der her gaze even though she didn’t touch it.

 “It’s never too hard for that, baby,” Alan said. It was his turn to smile.

 “Well,” Alice slid past him to­ward the bed. Her tits pressed against his chest, 
flat­ten­ing on his pec­toral muscles, her nipples sharpened and dragged like nails across his 
skin. “What are you go­ing to do about it, darling?” She slid into bed.

 Her hus­band turned away from the bath­room and fol­lowed her to the bed where 
he stood look­ing down at her. His eyes sparkled as they ran over her soft curves and caressed
her warm body. Fi­nally they fo­cused on the bul­ging crotch band of her panties.

 “Is that all you’re go­ing to do, Alan? Just look?” Alice spread her legs.

 “Hardly. What is it that you have in mind, sweet­heart?”

 “We might get fur­ther faster if you’ll start by warm­ing me up.” Alice opened her 
arms and spread her body out on the bed like an of­fer­ing to be scooped up and car­ried 
away.

 Alan didn’t do that, ex­actly.

 He looked at his wife’s tempt­ing, lovely body and grinned and then he got to his 
knees be­side the bed. His hands began caress­ing her, start­ing at her shoulders and 
work­ing their way down across the smooth curves of her tits over the con­cave of her belly. 
When his fin­gers hit her panties, he stopped.

 “Keep go­ing,” Alice mur­mured. She didn’t want him to stop. She was too turned 
on. Every muscle in her body was twitch­ing from repressed de­sire.

 Alice wanted him to plunge against her, to rub his fin­gers over her sex-hot pussy, 
to cool the fant­astic itch in her crotch. She arched her back and offered her tits up to him-as 
a gift.

 “What do you want, baby?” His fin­gers played with her belly but­ton.

 “Take, take my panties off,” Alice re­spon­ded. “Take them off.”

 “like this?” Alan’s fin­gers hooked in her waist­band and slowly stripped the panties 
down her smooth, long thighs.

 “Ahh,” Alice sighed. The moist crotch band peeled away from her cunt lips and it 
was a sen­sual feel­ing as it did. It was a feel­ing that Alice en­joyed fully.

 The panties were whisked off her legs and over her feet and then Alan was back, 
lean­ing over her pel­vis.

 His eyes were try­ing to pen­et­rate the thick hair over her snatch. His fin­gers rifled 
the moist hair and ex­posed the bare flesh un­der­neath.

 With any­body else, Alice would have died of shame. But her hus­band’s touch was 
so re­as­sur­ing that she man­aged to lie still, even though she knew he was star­ing at her 
most secret places. Even though he was fuck­ing her with his eyes.

 “Do it to me, Alan.” She licked her wet lips. She was wait­ing for the next step. The 
one that star­ted that won­der­ful tingling in her soppy cunt. It was the height of her life to 
feel that. And Alan knew how to do it so that she really en­joyed it.

 “Do what, darling?” His voice was in­no­cent and be­wildered.

 “Touch it. Stick your dirty old fin­ger up my pussy and swirl it around and warm my 
cunt up. You know what I want you to do,” she said.

 Alan’s voice was teas­ing. “All right, darling,” he said. “If you wish.” Alice squin­ted 
her eyes closed and let her breath out in spon­tan­eous whoosh. His fin­ger had sud­denly 
jabbed against her clenched cunt lips and the wished-for strok­ing was heav­enly.

 She squirmed her butt on the bed as his fin­ger­tips traced the tight groove 
between her aching cunt lips. Slowly he star­ted to worm his fin­ger into her na­ked box.

 “Oooo,” Alice cried. Part of her wanted to run away. What was hap­pen­ing was evil 
and lech­er­ous.

 It was broad day­light and she was let­ting her hus­band have his way with her 
na­ked body and she was lov­ing every in­stant of it.

 In fact, Alice’s biggest prob­lem was keep­ing her ass still enough for Alan to do it 
right.

 His fin­ger hooked in her snatch and twis­ted and turned eagerly between the hot, 
slick walls of her sex.-Her hips humped up and drove his fin­ger harder into her hungry cunt.

 Alice was so hot her pussy was ready to swal­low any­thing. As long as she could 
get it rammed up’ her snuff­ling hole, she would fuck it. Prac­tic­ally any­thing.

 “How do you like that, darling?” Alan whispered to her. His fin­ger was a blur as he 
jacked it in and out of her cunt.

 She spread her legs to make room for his fast mov­ing fin­gers and tightened her 
snatch down around his di­git. It was feel­ing so good down there that her hips twis­ted and 
pressed back against his diving fin­ger as she sought more and more of it fuck­ing into her.

 “Give it to me, honey,” Alice whispered between sobs. She humped her ass and 
im­paled her soft, juicy snatch on his prob­ing fin­ger.

 “Give it to me,” she sobbed. “You know. Give me the other thing. Please, Alan, I 
really need it now!”

 “What other thing?” he asked in­no­cently.” His fin­gers in her snatch slowed down.

 Alice raised her head and looked past her na­ked tits at the puffy mound of her 
snatch and the dark in­truder his arm was, his fin­gers bunched and shoved into her love hole.
Some­how that made it seem even bet­ter.

 “You know,” she said hoarsely. “Your tongue. Stick your tongue up me.” Alice fell 
back onto the bed groan­ing in ec­stasy.

 Alan’s fin­gers had star­ted knif­ing in and out of her stretched cunt and be­ing 
able to see his fin­gers stretch­ing her wet, juicy open­ing up was squirmy. See­ing those 
fin­gers made it seem like each one was at­tached to a par­tic­u­lar nexus between her legs 
and as they moved he was play­ing her like a gui­tar.

 Alice’s cunt was fe­ver­ish. And then she felt the cool­ness of lips. They were 
glid­ing down the soft front of her lower body to­ward the hairy de­fense of her cunt.

 Closer and closer it got and she twitched her hips, rolling the red­lined mounds of 
her cunt up at his nose, as if she could hurry him up. Faster, she thought. FASTER!

 She wrapped her fin­gers around her hus­band’s na­ked shoulders and squeezed 
hard. She had grip. She was ready for what was go­ing to hap­pen, she thought.

 And then Alan’s tongue stroked across the hard lump of her clit­oris. Alice 
con­vulsed. Everything seemed to drop out through the es­cape hatch of her twat and leave 
her with a sud­den va­cant feel­ing. Her fin­gers clawed into Alan’s shoulders.

 “Tongue fuck me,” she moaned, “tongue fuck me, Alan, give it to me. Stick that wet, 
slimy beau­ti­ful tongue up my twat. Oh, I need it, darling, I really do.”

 She really did!! !

 Alice squirmed in an­ti­cip­a­tion and then fi­nally she felt it.

 His tongue was curled and stiff and it wrapped grace­fully around the lips of her 
cunt even as she shoved her crotch up at him.

 “Lick it,” she screamed. “Tongue fuck it, darling, do it for me!” Her hands thrashed 
about and fi­nally her right hand caught the firm out­thrust spear of cock flesh next to her. 
Eagerly she began jack­ing her hand up and down on it, crudely but ef­fi­ciently strok­ing the 
flames of her hus­band’s own de­sires.

 He groaned and his mouth en­gulfed her whole vulva. His teeth nipped cun­ningly 
and hard at the bob­bing pink head of her clit­oris.

 His tongue sought the juicy pink slot and pushed into her crack and dug al­most full
length into her va­gina.

 Alice squealed. It was like hav­ing a long snake in there. A snake that twis­ted and 
turned and stretched her open and sucked out every pun­gent drop of fluid in her twat.

 Al­though her hips bobbed frantic­ally up and down, Alice could not force her 
hus­band to tongue-fuck her hard enough to bring her to cli­max.

 Her grasp tightened on her hus­band’s pecker. He was hot! Swell­ing with come! 
“Harder, harder,” she grasped and stroked his cock with all her strength.

 His soft, pink tongue flashed in and out of her hole. It had slurped away all the 
mois­ture and she was su­per-sens­it­ized.

 It was a com­bin­a­tion of vel­vet and sand­pa­per do­ing the mo­tion between her
cunt lips.

 She opened and closed her legs in a frantic ef­fort to catch his tongue and force it 
to do what she wanted it to do, to spear her cunt even harder.

 Alan wanted to.

 His whole fo­cus was on his tongue slid­ing in and out of his wife’s hairy pussy and 
it was be­gin­ning to fa­tigue him. He was afraid she wouldn’t let up un­til he jazzed her into 
a mind-blow­ing cli­max.

 And if he got too tired, he’d have to do it!! ! But for the mo­ment, Alan was hold­ing
out.

 He wanted to shove his hot rod into her cool twat. He’d mar­ried Alice fif­teen years
earlier know­ing that he’d never see or suck a more beau­ti­ful pussy on a wo­man. It seemed 
crass think­ing it, but after fif­teen years he was still in love with the wo­man he 
mar­ried-des­pite her sexual hang-ups.

 Launch­ing his sloppy tongue into her grasp­ing cunt, Alan made a face. Any other 
psy­cho­lo­gist would call him a liar. He didn’t know any who hadn’t been di­vorced at least 
once-and most of them more than that. And some­times, he felt guilty, too.

 Press­ing his face against his wife’s soft, quiv­er­ing lower belly and in­hal­ing the 
ripe odor of her cunt, Alan wondered if he couldn’t cure her prob­lem faster if he had her go 
to some­body else.

 A psy­cho­lo­gist who treated him­self or his fam­ily had a fool for a prac­ti­tioner. 
He knew that. And yet, what they went through was so con­fid­en­tial and sens­it­ive he 
didn’t know if they could go to any­body else. It was too trau­matic.

 “Fuck me, Alan,” Alice moaned.

 She had fi­nally given up her ef­fort to feel his tongue bring her to a sur­ging 
cli­max. Her hands had wrapped them­selves se­curely around his ears and she was pulling his
head up her body.

 Alan’s wet lips trailed up the length of her body. They touched her tense breasts and
flipped her ex­ten­ded nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and chewed on it for a 
mo­ment, pulling it like taffy and mak­ing her breast stretch ex­cit­ingly.

 And then he was slid­ing on the bed, his knees between hers and his hands 
catch­ing her legs and buck­ing them up un­til she was fol­ded in half with her ankles on his 
shoulders.

 They both liked it that way.

 He felt between their bod­ies and sep­ar­ated the sticky lips of her fully swollen 
cunt. Her pussy stuck out-de­fi­ant and ready for him. He moved tight be­hind her up­swept 
thighs and leaned for­ward to press his lips down against his wife’s and he knew he was 
go­ing to ex­per­i­ence fuck­ing the way it was really in­ten­ded to be.

 Alice was ready, too.

 Her heart was pound­ing so hard in her breast she was afraid it would burst. There 
was no turn­ing back. She was help­less in this po­s­i­tion and it was just like be­ing 
raped-there wasn’t a single thing she could say or do that would change the in­ev­it­able, so 
she could lean back lit­er­ally and en­joy be­ing screwed in the cunt!

 Her hus­band’s hot lips des­cen­ded on hers and then his tongue was worm­ing its 
way between her clenched lips and at the same time his cock was pen­et­rat­ing her tight 
cunt.

 “Mmmmmm,” she mumbled around his prob­ing tongue.

 It was won­der­ful feel­ing.

 She was be­ing pen­et­rated at both ends at once and she wanted it to hap­pen. 
There was noth­ing quite like it. It re­minded her of Ron and Marty.

 That’s dirty, she thought wildly, com­par­ing my hus­band’s tongue in my mouth to 
a teen­aged boy’s tongue in my cunt is low, shame­ful. It’s filthy and evil and I, I won’t do 
it-Alice’s re­solve wavered how­ever, when Alan’s tongue began slid­ing in and out of her 
mouth to the same rhythm of his cock slip­ping in and out of her hairy cunt.

 She heated up in­side and the faster she went the hot­ter she got. In and out. In and
out. She knew she was go­ing to ex­plode in­side her. His pecker would fill her cunt with his 
burn­ing hot fluid. His cock would stroke a fire into the pit in the middle of her swampy 
crotch.

 But Alice real­ized that she also wanted the tongue in her mouth to change form 
and be­come a prick. There was some­thing bet­ter about two virile pricks be­ing in her at 
one time. And right now, Alice felt she could fuck forever and ever.

 And it didn’t work that way with Alan.

 One fuck in the morn­ing and he was down all day. He was older and she knew it 
wasn’t fair to be al­ways com­par­ing, want­ing his sex hun­ger to match hers.

 But she couldn’t stop her­self from do­ing it. That was al­most all she thought about
any­more.

 The rhythm had got­ten to her.

 Alice’s butt squished back and forth as she slid her slot on and off his prick. For that,
she was thank­ful. Her hus­band’s cock was more than ad­equate. She felt it in­side her cunt 
and she couldn’t claim she was be­ing cheated.

 It scraped her open from wall to wall and each move­ment in­side her cunt was a 
wrench­ing, beau­ti­ful ex­per­i­ence. When Alan fucked, she knew she was be­ing prop­erly 
and truly fucked.

 “Faster,” she sighed when his tongue came out of her mouth.

 Alan was quick to com­ply.

 His lips sucked up like ma­chines. His pel­vis poun­ded frantic­ally against her 
crotch. His huge pecker shif­ted in and out of her cunt at fant­astic speed. The head was 
tear­ing her cunt walls apart and the sen­sa­tion was driv­ing Alice out of her mind.

 Faster, faster, she screamed in her head, lift­ing her hips for a bet­ter angle.

 Alan thud­ded in and out of her with un­be­liev­able au­thor­ity. She felt each 
lunge.

 “Now,” Alan panted. “Get ready to come, nowwww!” he moaned.

 He lunged hard against her and Alice al­most swooned as the full length of that 
mon­ster prick sheathed it­self to the hilt in her in­flamed cun­tal hole.

 He didn’t move but ground against her body, twist­ing and turn­ing his pecker in 
her slot like he was try­ing a key in a lock. Only for Alan it was even bet­ter.

 His cock was swell­ing and grow­ing more and more sens­it­ive. It seemed that he 
could feel every fold in his wife’s cunt with his cock­head. He twis­ted it around and then he 
was float­ing on a plunging column of come.

 “I’m com­ing,” he yelled. And then his hot juice was shoot­ing out of his balls and 
through the long tube of his prick to spray in­side his wife’s warm, fleshy uterus.

 “Ahhh,” Alice wailed as she felt his sexual tide burst in­side her cunt.

 She felt like she had been shot in­side with buck­shot. And it was an in­cred­ibly 
good feel­ing that per­vaded her en­tire be­ing and made her ache for some se­men, and 
more cock.

 Alan pumped des­per­ately against her and then sagged away from her, his pecker 
limp and dangling between his legs after it slid out of her slimy cunt.

 “Did you like it?” he asked her softly, ten­der­ness in his voice.

 Alice dropped her stiff legs from the up­raised po­s­i­tion they’d been in and 
wrapped her arms around her hus­band. “I loved it, darling, I’ll al­ways love it, every time we 
do it.”

 “I hope so, darling,” Alan kissed her and rolled over to the bed and closed his eyes.

 Alice knew the signs. He was get­ting ready to go to sleep again.

 “There’s some­thing I want to tell you,” she sud­denly blur­ted out.

 “What’s that, baby?” he mumbled. “Is it im­port­ant?” Alice wanted to scream out, 
“Of course it’s im­port­ant,” but she clamped her lips shut. If noth­ing else, Alan had taught 
her dis­cre­tion. Think three times be­fore talk­ing once. It saved a lot of words, he al­ways 
told her. And he was on hun­dred per­cent right.

 Alice shook her head. What was she go­ing to say? That she had played fun and 
games with two of her son’s teen­aged friends? So­ci­ety could put her in jail for that. It was 
dan­ger­ous. And even though Alan was a psy­cho­lo­gist and shared some of her prob­lems 
with her, Alice wondered if he could really take any­thing she heaped on him. Like say­ing, last
night I sucked off this boy with a big cock while this other little boy jabbed his pecker into my 
ass-hole. I en­joyed it. Tre­mend­ously. Does that mean I’m a little per­ver­ted, Alan.

 Some­how, Alice had the feel­ing that that type of thing wouldn’t make things a 
whole lot bet­ter between her and Alan. Shit, she hadn’t ever let Alan near her ass-hole, even 
though she sus­pec­ted it was one of his secret com­pul­sions to fuck her there. Sev­eral 
times he had made over­tures in that dir­ec­tion.

 Alice stared down fondly at her hus­band, her eyes sweep­ing down to his na­ked 
pecker. It was big even in re­pose. And hard he was a lot big­ger than Marty, a lot big­ger!

 Thought­fully Alice rubbed her ass-hole and slid a fin­ger into the hot gap. In­side 
she was all hot and mucky feel­ing. Her fin­ger had gone in eas­ily enough and the feel­ing 
was sort of pleas­ant, but it didn’t really turn her on. Not the way Ron’s pecker had. She 
re­membered with fond­ness that long, slender wand jab­bing up her butt and some­how she
was all turned on again. Even her cunt was wa­ter­ing furi­ously. It was really funny that she 
couldn’t fin­ger fuck her own ass-hole, but then, she didn’t tickle her­self either, she didn’t 
have the right to ex­pect every thing would go her way.

 “What was it you wanted to say?” Alan groaned as he slipped half out of sleep and 
re­gained a meas­ure of con­scious­ness.

 “You have to get in to the of­fice today, it isn’t a week­end, you know.”

 “It isn’t?” Alan was sit­ting straight up in the bed, stark na­ked. “I’ve got 
ap­point­ments,” he said, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Con­fu­sion reigned.

 Not even wait­ing for an an­swer, Alan hur­ried , into the bath­room, his come 
smeared cock dangling gaily in front of him like a loose hung bell. “Get me my clothes, will 
you hon?” he called out as she heard the shower run­ning.

 Damn, Alice thought to her­self as she col­lec­ted her hus­band’s clothes, maybe 
that would have helped. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuck that ele­phant­ine prick up her tight 
rectum it would drive out all thoughts of fuck­ing little boys.

 Alice car­ried his un­der­wear and pants and shirt to the bath­room and opened the
door. A bil­low­ing cloud of steam came out of the shower and wetly caressed her na­ked 
body. She hung the clothes, and then walked to the shower stall and opened the door.

 “What do you want, honey?” Alan was rins­ing the sham­poo out of his hair and he 
looked at her in sur­prise. A light star­ted in his eye. She was still na­ked and her beau­ti­ful 
body was enough to turn any man on. He smiled.

 “Want to come in?”

 A crazy tingle surged through Alice’s body. Without say­ing a word, but hold­ing 
her breath, she stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed be­hind her.

 “This is more like it,” Alan said softly. He put his arm around her.

 Alice quivered all over as the hot wa­ter poured down in a small rain of hot drops, 
sens­it­iz­ing her skin. Then her hus­band’s arm en­fol­ded her and his fin­gers clev­erly ran 
around her chest and slipped up­ward to cuddle her boob.

 “Kiss me,” she said hotly. That wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. She’d wanted to tell 
him to fuck her in the ass. That she wanted his fat, long pecker up her petite be­hind as he 
gave her an ass-fuck that would threaten to tear her com­pletely apart.

 Un­for­tu­nately, her re­solve was too late. Alan had bowed his head and his lips 
covered hers. His hot tongue wormed its way between her lips and into the steamy vast­ness 
of her mouth and Alice was over­come with pas­sion.

 Her nipples dis­ten­ded and his fin­gers squeezed and crushed one. Her pussy 
seemed to get loose and flabby, big­ger. In just a mo­ment her whole body had heated up 
and Alice was a whim­per­ing mass of sexual read­i­ness.

 She didn’t have the will to say, “No.” She couldn’t even tell him about her 
res­ol­u­tion to give him what he wanted, her beau­ti­ful soft, vo­lup­tu­ous ass to fuck. His 
tongue was in the way. She sucked eagerly on it, just like it was a ready to spout cock, and 
wiggled with de­light as his knees forced her thighs open.

 Then Alan was drag­ging her body against his and his hand was play­ing with the 
soft puff of pussy hair between her legs. His fin­gers were squeez­ing her cunt lips, play­ing 
with the soft, greasy flesh and stir­ring her to a white-hot sexual heat.

 “Yes,” she groaned, pulling her head back. “Yes, yes, yesss!” The shower wa­ter beat 
on them both as Alan backed Alice against the cool shower tiles. His prick rubbed en­ti­cingly 
against her lower belly and above, even above her cute, puckered belly but­ton.

 She felt it and dis­join­tedly wondered if his cock went that high up in­side her. She 
knew it had to. Even higher. And the real­iz­a­tion star­ted a whole new series of wild 
feel­ings throb­bing through her in­sides. She knew he was go­ing to fuck her with that prick 
and jam it up her cunt and twist it around in­side her va­gina and the thought was sheer 
de­li­cious­ness to Alice. That’s what she wanted, all right, gone was her de­sire to be fucked 
in the ass.

 “Now,” she moaned, squeez­ing against her hus­band. “Give it to me now.” His hand
fiddled between their bod­ies, and then Alice cried out in de­light.

 She felt the first prod­ding of his massive cock head between the soft, spread lips of
her hairy pussy. It felt too big to get in. It was a mon­strous in­truder and she couldn’t take it 
all, she was sure of that. Vainly she tried to pull back.

 Her soft, round but­tocks na­kedly struck against the tiled walls of the shower and a
fine spray of hot wa­ter hit her breasts.

 And then Alan was go­ing into her dark sex tun­nel with his cock.

 Inch by res­ol­ute inch, Alice felt the long, stiff rod of his cock slide into her cunt. His
rough skin grated pleas­ingly against the tight lips of her pussy.

 “Uhhh,” Alan gasped.

 Alice was de­li­ri­ous about the dick rammed up her tight slot. It felt too good to 
back away from. It was so good she couldn’t be­gin to put her­self back to­gether. She was in 
total ec­stasy.

 Furi­ously Alan poun­ded his sex rod into her con­vulsing cunt. Harder, harder, 
harder. Alice writhed un­der his fierce at­tack, cry­ing with ec­stasy as his plun­ger rammed in 
and out of her bot­tom­less pit.

 “More, deeper, deeper, more,” she chanted as he fucked her thor­oughly.

 “That’s it, baby,” Alan groaned in her ear. “That’s the way to fuck!” Her hips writhed 
and twis­ted frantic­ally against her hus­band’s body. She felt his cock in­side her flesh hole 
bend­ing and slid­ing, light­ing the in­side of her tun­nel on fire. Alice was be­ing con­sumed 
by the heat of her own pas­sion and she couldn’t stop.

 “I’m com­ing,” Alan moaned in her ear, press­ing against her.

 His prick drove a frac­tion of an inch deeper, pok­ing against her tender in­sides, 
and then he re­leased his come in a tre­mend­ous flood of goo that welled up her canal like 
boil­ing wa­ter and steamed the in­side of her cunt to a fant­astic de­gree. His cock jerked 
and throbbed and poured more stuff in­side her and Alice squealed hap­pily. She was 
com­ing too.

 Her in­sides were col­lapsing into a mol­ten mass of sex flesh. Her cunt 
con­stric­ted down to a tiny open­ing as she throbbed and burned with the force of his 
ejac­u­la­tion in­side her chan­nel. Even as her hus­band’s cock shrunk and softened and 
drew out of her, her own pussy sucked on it and tried to keep it in­side of her body.

 “Ohhh, that was won­der­ful,” she said weakly. She leaned back from Alan and let 
the hot shower spray both their bod­ies and wash the sweat and the se­men and her own 
come down the drain. “I loved that, Alan,” she said softly.

 “Me too darling,” Alan caressed her with a bar of soap and then pulled away and 
briskly rubbed him­self down. “I’ve got to get go­ing,” he said and stepped out of the shower. 
“Stay here and have a good shower and then go back to bed. “ He winked at her.

 “Alan,” she began un­cer­tainly.

 “Later,” he said gaily. “To­night, I’m late as it is already!”





CHAPTER FIVE


Get­ting out of the shower after her hus­band had left the house, Alice rubbed 
her­self down with a fuzzy terry cloth towel. Her body ached from the pound­ing of his penis 
in her cunt, but she was still un­sat­is­fied.

 What’s wrong with me? She threw her­self down on the bed and prac­tic­ally 
sobbed. The trouble was, and Alice knew it, she had the clas­sical symp­toms of 
nym­pho­mania-but not the usual, un­der­ly­ing causes.

 Al­len was try­ing. She knew that. He did everything pos­sible to help her, from 
sat­is­fy­ing her needs to for­giv­ing her trans­gres­sions. Only she shivered when she 
thought about what her trans­gres­sion had been.

 Boys-prac­tic­ally chil­dren, really-and she had lured them into sexual 
re­la­tion­ships that any judge and jury would think was im­proper.

 Alice wanted to cry. How could her own hus­band for­give her for what she had 
done when she couldn’t for­give her­self. She was un­able to stop her­self from rolling nude 
into the bed and think­ing about boys.

 She could still re­mem­ber how Marty’s cock had looked when Ron turned the lights
on in the bed­room. It had been so pure and in­no­cent look­ing.

 Clos­ing her eyes, Alice was able to visu­al­ize ex­actly what it had looked like. He 
had been sparsely-haired. His penis wasn’t as hairy at the base as Al­len’s was, even though 
the boy’s pu­bic hair had made a good start at his crotch. That was one of the things she 
no­ticed. The ab­sence of pu­bic hair when she sucked the boy’s dick.

 And then the skin of the cock had been so clean look­ing. His skin had an al­most 
trans­lu­cent healthy glow about it. It was pale and the blood pound­ing un­der the sur­face 
gave it a pink tint and there weren’t any wrinkles in his skin.

 His glans had been a beau­ti­fully formed, ruddy mush­room sprout­ing from the 
end and Alice licked her lips, think­ing about it all. Even now, after all that had happened, she 
ima­gined the taste still lingered on her lips.

 He had smelled good, and then the won­drous taste of his come had been like an 
aph­ro­dis­iac. Alice trembled, gripped by the strength of her re­col­lec­tion.

 “This won’t do,” she said out loud to her­self. “Get a grip on your­self. Alice.” Giv­ing
her ego a firm shake to keep it in place, Alice got out of bed and took a yel­low two-piece 
bikini bathing suit with large polka dots from her dresser and put it on.

 For a long mo­ment she stood in front of the mir­ror star­ing at her­self. She had a 
hard time be­liev­ing that the events of the past twenty-four hours didn’t make them­selves 
vis­ible on her skin or on her body.

 It was astound­ing to Alice that the smooth, golden tan of her skin hadn’t 
dis­colored. She hadn’t broken out in pimples and the strik­ing good looks of her face weren’t
dis­turbed by some hor­rible blem­ish.

 She just didn’t look like a child-fucker and strange as it seemed, Alice thought she 
must have been re­prieved.

 Glan­cing at her­self again, this time to make sure that the tiny tri­angle of cloth 
that spanned her wide hips did its job and no stray tangle of pu­bic hair curled blackly from 
un­der the edge of her bikini panties to em­bar­rass her, Alice de­cided she was ready for the 
swim­ming pool.

 But even as she turned away from the mir­ror, she couldn’t help but glance over her
shoulder and ad­mire the saucy sway of her pert ass.

 Lay­ing on the chaise lounge, Alice lux­uri­ated in the sun bak­ing into her skin and 
re­lax­ing the tense muscles that seemed de­term­ined to tie her in knots. The wa­ter was a 
spark­ling blue. Chlor­ine was a sharp but re­fresh­ing odor in the morn­ing air.

 She didn’t know how long she stretched out in the re­clin­ing lounge, rolling on her 
side and feel­ing the stretchy plastic straps press­ing against her boob. Some­times she was 
awake and some­times asleep. She re­membered day­dream­ing about the bikini slip­ping off
her lush tit and the end of her breast press­ing through the meshed straps.

 Through­out her troubled sleep, Alice had the same re­cur­ring dream, her na­ked 
tit stick­ing through some­thing like a fence or a net and then she dreamt kids com­ing up to 
her and suck­ing her en­larged nipple on her tit.

 Her whole body was en­gulfed in the tingle she got from that. In her dream her tit 
grew longer and big­ger and more suck­able be­cause she wanted it to.

 And in the same dream she was con­stantly con­fron­ted by peck­ers stick­ing back 
through the mesh at her-suck­able, young, virile pen­ises that she knew were loaded with hot 
white, tasty sperm.

 “Nooooo,” she cried out in her sleep. She thrashed about on the chaise lounge and 
rolled over un­til the sun was strik­ing her straight in the face and then she woke up.

 When she did, she al­most fain­ted. Alice was no longer alone in the sun. A dark, 
cool shadow fell over her face and when she looked up she could see a dark face out­lined by 
the shift­ing sparkle of the sun flar­ing over­head like a halo.

 “Who . ... ? “ Alice star­ted to say, rais­ing her hand to shel­ter her eyes.

 “It’s me, Mrs. Brew­ster.”

 Alice felt it then, a per­sist­ent pleas­ant feel­ing at her crotch and she re­cog­nized 
what had awakened her lust. Her eyes fell and fol­lowed the line of bare arm down to her 
quiv­er­ing crotch.

 She was sur­prised to see the fin­gers ma­nip­u­lat­ing her twat through the crotch 
of the yel­low and blue polka dot bikini panties. Sur­prised and dis­mayed.

 “Don’t ... stop that ... Marty,” she yelped. But it was too late for a mild rep­rim­and. A
widen­ing stain of mois­ture on the crotch of her panties gave Alice away. She was get­ting 
really warmed up.

 Marty’s fin­gers had done their work and she couldn’t con­vince the boy that she 
didn’t want him to do it to her. He knew bet­ter. Her cunt was telling him the truth even if her 
mouth wasn’t. It was hope­less to protest.

 Alice re­laxed and fell back on the lounge and let the feel­ing wash over her. After 
all, her back­yard was private enough. It was sur­roun­ded by a solid six-foot red­wood fence 
and if that wasn’t enough, the neigh­bors on both sides had thick eight foot hedges grow­ing 
on their sides of the fence.

 Al­len had of­ten cursed the high shrubs for drop­ping their small roundish leaves 
over the fence and in the pool. But now Alice was glad of the ex­tra touch of pri­vacy.

 She knew she was go­ing to let it hap­pen. She couldn’t help her­self. It was the 
thing that was wrong with her, this soar­ing, build­ing de­sire for sex.

 “Don’t Marty,” she re­peated. She al­most whispered her protest.

 “Gee, Mrs. Brew­ster, we didn’t get to fin­ish at the party last night,” the boy said.

 “Last night was last night,” Alice replied.

 She looked up at the boy and re­membered how ma­ture his penis had seemed the 
night be­fore and it star­ted a hun­ger in her again.

 “Sure.” The boy smiled. “And it sure was swell. And, I was think­ing, there’s a lot 
more we can do, Mrs. Brew­ster. I even brought some pic­tures be­cause no one knows all 
there is to know about fuck­ing.”

 “I mean, I know you know a lot, out there’s al­ways more.” Alice struggled to sit up 
and get her crotch away from the boy’s eager fin­gers. That was hard to do mostly be­cause 
she felt so weak as her pussy lips slipped from between his tweak­ing fin­ger­tips.

 He wasn’t hold­ing her hard at all. She just couldn’t seem to move.

 “Stop that, Marty.”

 “What?” the boy asked in­no­cently. His fin­gers glid­ing over the hot in­sides of her
thigh.

 “That.” Alice opened her legs slightly and his fin­ger glided down the front of her 
bikini and rubbed the swollen knob of her clit­oris through the cloth, caus­ing her to writhe.

 In a mo­ment he’s go­ing to be fin­ger fuck­ing me, she thought aghast. In broad 
day­light in my own back­yard. That’s ... that’s ... per­verse and sin­ful and ... and ... I ... I ... 
Alice’s re­bel­li­ous thoughts trailed off.

 Her will was no match for the de­light­ful throb­bing that star­ted in her cunt as the
boy’s fin­gers rolled un­der the hem of her panties and probed the na­ked flesh of her pussy 
un­der­neath.

 She knew she was go­ing to give in and let him fuck her. The worst part about it was
she wasn’t giv­ing in to him-she was sur­ren­der­ing to her­self.

 “You said ... you had some ... pic­tures,” she said, try­ing to change the sub­ject.

 “Yeah,” Marty replied quickly. His eyes were glazed and he was busy watch­ing the 
move­ment of his fin­gers in Alice’s slit. Most of the ac­tion was un­der her panties but 
oc­ca­sion­ally the ma­ter­ial rolled back and he could see everything.

 He caught his breath at the sight of his stiff fin­ger push­ing between her spongy 
cunt lips. If was a won­der to him that his fin­ger could sink into her hairy pussy so eas­ily and
deeply and it didn’t hurt her.

 Marty’s penis got hard in his jeans. The bulge rose in the front of his pants and while
Marty watched her crotch, Alice watched his. She licked her lips and tried to re­strain her­self 
but the day­dream that had plagued her sleep in the sun was too com­pel­ling. She had to 
see it again. To de­term­ine if Marty’s cock was as beau­ti­ful and swell as she re­membered it 
be­ing.

 She just had to see it, no mat­ter what, and she reached out with her hand. 
In­stinct­ively, Marty moved closer as if sens­ing her in­ner­most de­sire.

 Alice was breath­ing heav­ily by the time her fin­gers wrestled the uig metal 
but­tons of his fly open. The but­tons even hurt her soft fin­gers. But when she suc­ceeded 
she sucked in her breath and con­ceded the ef­fort had been worth­while.

 Marty’s cock jerked out through the open­ing she made and dangled in a soft arc in
the front of her in­no­cent green eyes. “Suck it,” Marty urged her.

 “Put your hot fuck­ing lips around it and suck it, Mrs. Brew­ster.” Marty was ex­cited 
all over. He forced his cock on her. At first, she told her­self she just wanted to look. But that 
mo­ment passed and Alice knew that she had to touch too. Not just touch, but caress. Her 
white fin­gers wrapped dain­tily around his pro­ject­ing sex rod and squeezed and Marty 
jerked his hips.

 A drop of clear, white come rolled out of the end of his throb­bing cock. “That’s it, 
Mrs. Brew­ster,” he gasped. “Jerk it off. Jerk it off and suck it.”

 No! Alice’s con­scious screamed at her. I can’t do that. I can’t do some­thing so 
sin­ful. Not here. Not like this, cheat­ing on my hus­band, on my fam­ily. I can’t.

 Her fin­gers squeezed down on Marty’s dick un­til the boy was un­com­fort­able. 
His fin­gers jerked out of her wet snatch in his sud­den con­fu­sion at the un­ex­pec­ted 
pres­sure.

 “Oh, God.” he moaned.

 Alice swung her legs off the chaise lounge and stood up. Marty just stared at her. 
“Go home,” Alice al­most sobbed. She pushed past the boy, feel­ing her hot skin brush 
against his, and then she was ra­cing across the short span of hot ce­ment and plunging off 
the side of the pool into the cool, re­fresh­ing wa­ter that beckoned to her.

 As she hit the wa­ter, all Alice was sure of was that she was es­cap­ing. Per­haps she
was get­ting away from Marty or her­self. She wasn’t sure.

 The is­sue was too com­plic­ated but the swirl of cool, chlor­in­ated wa­ter around 
her body helped to make everything right. She broke the sur­face of the wa­ter and the 
heated air seemed like a blast fur­nace.

 Shak­ing her head, Alice sprayed wa­ter across the pool. It spattered the sur­face 
like shot­gun pel­lets be­fore she dived down again.

 That’s it, she thought, cool it off. Cool my child fuck­ing cunt off be­fore I burn it up 
from over­use. Yes. That’s what I need. In­deed, the wa­ter flow­ing over her lust swollen 
breasts was do­ing its work.

 Even the wa­ter, seep­ing through the crotch of her bathing suit was cut­ting the 
heat of her pas­sion like a pleas­ur­able knife. She spread her thighs, wide, in­vit­ing the pool 
to work its way into her throb­bing cunt and take the heat out of it.

 I can turn it off, she thought ex­ult­antly. Cool cunt. That’s what I need. Float­ing to 
the sur­face, Alice smiled at Marty stand­ing hes­it­antly at the edge of the pool look­ing 
down at her.

 “You’d bet­ter go home, Marty,” she said. “That’s the best thing. And come over 
whenever Jack is here. He-likes to see you around.”

 “But . ... but, Mrs. Brew­ster ... “The boy’s voice verged on the pathetic. Alice stared 
at the massive cock stick­ing whitely out of his pants and knew why.

 She was sym­path­etic. It had to be hard on the boy, but it was hard on her too. The
cool pool wa­ter flow­ing through her bikini panties and over sex-swollen pu­bis wasn’t icy 
enough to take all the feel­ing out of her pussy.

 And she dis­covered she still har­bored de­sires. But those were bet­ter left 
un­voiced and in the realm of ima­gin­a­tion in­stead of real­ity.

 “Go home,” Alice ordered the teen­ager. “Please. It’s the best thing to do.” But 
Marty didn’t seem to hear her. He stripped and then he plunged into the pool. The foun­tain 
of white wa­ter that splashed into the air after Marty’s wild, na­ked dive into the wa­ter 
seemed like Alice’s per­sonal atomic blast. She was stunned by it all.

 The shock wave rolled back and forth in the small pool. She bobbed up and down 
like a cork in the tur­bu­lent wa­ter and had to paddle like crazy to keep her po­s­i­tion in the
pool.

 And then the waves evened out and Alice was star­ing across a bil­liard smooth 
pool. There was no sign that Marty had even dived in the green-blue wa­ter.

 Frantic­ally Alice spun around. She didn’t see him any­where. For­got­ten was the 
sud­den, fierce sexual emo­tion that had seized Alice.

 The throb between her thighs was gone un­der the fierce mantle of fear that 
gripped her. She couldn’t help but think Marty had struck his head on the bot­tom of the 
pool. That he was still there, drown­ing ...

 Some­thing slid up her long, slender leg. It was slither­ing up her skin, tick­ling 
slightly, and then was warm and caress­ing between her thighs and up to the crotch of her 
bikini.

 “Booo,” Marty yelled in her ear. The quiet of the pool was broken by the wa­ter 
splash­ing from the boy’s hair as he shook his head like a shaggy dog dry­ing it­self.

 Alice al­most died. The sud­den quiet, the fear, the solitude in the wa­ter un­der the
hot sun, and then Marty’s sud­den ap­pear­ance made her heart surge and pound 
er­rat­ic­ally.

 “Don’t you ever do that again.”

 “This?” Marty asked. His body floated against hers and as he stared in­no­cently into
Alice’s eyes, his fin­gers un­der­wa­ter began touch­ing and caress­ing her soft sex mound.

 “No,” Alice said breath­lessly. “I mean, don’t scare me like that.”

 “I won’t.” Marty smiled and floated closer against her. His hand slid in the front of 
her tight bikini and it only took him a mo­ment to sink his fin­ger full length into her long sex 
slit. “I wouldn’t think of scar­ing you,” he said quietly and wiggled his fin­ger.

 “Nooo,” Alice moaned in des­pair. Her legs flailed use­lessly in the cool wa­ter as 
she felt his fin­ger vi­ol­at­ing her cunt. She wanted him to stop, but in that in­stance the 
ur­gency that she had been try­ing to es­cape des­cen­ded on her again.

 She didn’t even ob­ject when the boy’s hand con­tin­ued down her body and began
to slide her bikini bot­toms down over her ample, wide hips. It didn’t mat­ter any­more.

 She was gripped by a ter­rible need to get fucked. Her hips shim­mied un­der the 
im­pact of his hand touch­ing her private parts un­der wa­ter. “Hurry up,” she begged him. 
“Hurry.”

 Marty didn’t need any ur­ging. The boy pulled her bikini panties free and let them 
go. They both looked down at the lonely scrap of cloth as it settled to the bot­tom of the 
pool.

 Alice quivered. Her breasts were still sort of prim and proper in her gaudy bra with 
its ef­fer­ves­cent blue polka dots. But her eyes stared into the crazy ripples of blue-green 
wa­ter and she could have died of em­bar­rass­ment.

 Down past the jut­ting slope of her tits, which were half na­ked mounds of flesh on 
top, her flat belly slid past the dimple of her belly but­ton and curved away from her sight.

 But she could see the even line of black, curly hair that guarded her cunt. And, she 
real­ized, Marty could see it too. His fin­gers crawled against her flesh and pu­bic hair.

 Then they were twitch­ing in her slit and strok­ing the round, pink nub­bin of her 
clit­oris. Elec­tri­city lanced through her body mak­ing her legs twitch in­vol­un­tar­ily.

 Alice was so ashamed of her­self. She re­acted to the most prim­it­ive, despic­able 
touch of his hand on her twat like some com­mon whore. It wasn’t right. It was ter­rible, 
sin­ning like that and she wanted to stop . ...

 “There,” Marty said softly. He was press­ing al­most against her and Alice couldn’t 
stop from look­ing into the wa­ter at his na­ked body.

 The wa­ter seemed agit­ated by his pres­ence and the teen­age boy’s pecker stood 
up ri­gidly between them. Alice stared at it and licked her lips.

 Her mouth was sep­ar­ated from it by a couple of feet of wa­ter. And yet, she was 
ashamed to ad­mit to her­self she had a sud­den urge to plunge her face into the cool wa­ter 
and suck him off.

 “Since I’m already na­ked,” the boy said, “I think you should be too.” Dumbly Alice 
nod­ded her head in agree­ment. She couldn’t stop look­ing at his prick.

 Marty slipped his arms up her body from her slit. Alice felt al­most deser­ted when 
she watched his fin­gers leav­ing her twat and felt the cold wa­ter rush in to take their place 
between her hot cunt lips.

 Then his hands were around her and the boy squeezed tight against her front and 
his pecker rubbed ex­cit­ingly against her belly.

 “Ohhh, Marty.” Alice moaned. She was help­less in the boy’s arms. Her own hands 
moved enough to keep them float­ing, but her body was without strength and even as Marty 
un­clasped her bikini bra she flipped her hips against him. Lux­uri­at­ing in the smooth stroke 
of his cock against her na­ked flesh.

 She wanted it. She wanted his hard, young pecker up her snatch. Alice banged her 
body against the boy’s. What she was do­ing was wicked and she knew it but she didn’t know 
how to stop. She had gone too far and couldn’t change what was go­ing to hap­pen.

 When her bra dropped on the wa­ter, one firm cup settled in the wa­ter with a 
pocket of air trapped in its tip. The yel­low and blue polka dot bikini top drif­ted away, like a 
single tit pok­ing out of the wa­ter her­ald­ing an in­vis­ible siren.

 “What do you want me to do now, Mrs. Brew­ster,” the boy asked her gently.

 “Aaaahhh.” The sound gurgled in the bot­tom of Alice’s throat. She was acutely 
aware of his hand wan­der­ing over her crotch and ten­derly spread­ing her lower lips with his
fin­gers.

 The ac­tion let a cool, shock­ing stream of wa­ter force its way up her pussy. She 
wished it was some­thing else, some­thing hard like a cock in­stead of just wa­ter.

 “Well, Mrs. Brew­ster?” the boy teased. “Don’t you have any ideas?”

 “Yes,” Alice groaned. “Yes. Fuck me, Marty. Please fuck me.” Alice’s hand bur­rowed 
between their two bod­ies and found his stiff pecker and began to play with it. It pulsed and 
jerked in her hand and she knew he was hot too.

 She ringed it with her thumb and fore­finger and began to slide her hand up and 
down, feel­ing the fric­tion of his skin rolling up and down un­der her fin­gers, build­ing to an
ex­cit­ing cli­max.

 “Ohhh,” the boy said. His hips jerked back and forth and he fucked his prick against 
her hand. His balls seemed to float back and forth in slow mo­tion in the wa­ter as he 
poun­ded his en­gorged pecker in and out of the fake va­gina formed by her slender fin­gers.

 They had drif­ted against the side of the pool and Alice hung on with one arm. The 
chill touch of the tiled side of the pool against her bare skin re­minded her she was na­ked all 
over and al­most any­body could fly over­head in a plane or a heli­copter and see what was 
hap­pen­ing, see her bare ass and tits and cunt in the clear, blu­ish wa­ter.

 Her hand jerked too hard and her fin­gers came off of Marty’s pecker and sud­denly
he was free. Roughly he wrapped his hands over her shoulders and drif­ted be­hind her.

 “What do you want me to do?” he de­man­ded again, this time in a fierce voice.

 “I want you to fuck me,” Alice half shouted. “Yes, yes. Stick that big cock up my twat 
and fuck it, fuck me. Please fuck me. Shove it in me and make me come ... “

 Marty laughed and his hands slid down her sides and un­der her arms and he was 
cling­ing to her back like an over­grown mon­key baby while his fin­gers cupped her breasts.

 Alice al­most sank as he trans­ferred his weight to her. Then she grabbed the side of
the pool with both hands and hung on. His cock lay against her back.

 She could feel every inch of it pressed against her skin and she ima­gined it 
plunging and lan­cing in and out of her weepy cunt and she could feel her­self juicing 
between the legs as Marty clutched her.

 The boy’s fin­gers moved with reck­less aban­don over her tits. They were driv­ing 
her to dis­trac­tion. When she looked down she could see her firm, squeezy brown nipples 
peek­ing out between his fin­gers.

 She could feel it, too. The sen­sa­tion was wild. Hanging loose in the wa­ter be­hind
Alice, Marty was prac­tic­ally float­ing. As his body sank down against hers his pecker nudged 
softly against her ass cheeks so softly at first that Alice could barely feel the marsh­mal­lowy 
flesh on her but­tocks.

 “Not there,” she muttered hoarsely when she fi­nally felt the boy’s joint for­cing 
open her quiv­er­ing ass-cheeks. “Lower. Put it in the other hole and fuck me with it.”

 In or­der to make it easier for the boy, Alice pulled her legs up and placed her feet 
against the wall of the pool un­der­wa­ter and swung her ass out.

 Just do­ing that was las­ci­vi­ous enough for Alice. She could feel the com­plete 
na­ked­ness of her cunt ex­posed to the chill wa­ter, the seep­age into her hole as her cunt 
lips clasped and un­clasped un­der the un­ex­pec­ted changes of pres­sure and po­s­i­tion.

 He can’t miss it now, Alice told her­self. And then Marty launched his body at hers 
and his search­ing prick sought out its tar­get. His cock was hard, su­per hard, and the wa­ter 
swirl­ing around his prick helped.

 “Owwww,” Alice cried. She couldn’t be­lieve it. But it had happened. Marty had 
shoved against her and forced his throb­bing pecker into her ass-hole.

 At least, part way into her burn­ing shit hole. And she had no doubts that he was 
go­ing to try to get all the way in. In fact, he was already try­ing and she couldn’t stop him.

 “Marty,” she sobbed. “Please don’t ass fuck me. I’m not used to it.”

 “Shit ... “ Marty growl was of dis­dain. “You fucked when Ron was in your be­hind,” 
he said “So don’t go telling me you don’t know how ... or don’t like it.”

 “That was ... dif­fer­ent. Really. Ron’s is so much smal­ler than yours ... “ “You just like
his more than you like mine,” Marty said ac­cus­ingly. “No ... “ Alice denied his charge. She 
had a hard time con­cen­trat­ing. She was float­ing in the weight­less world of the swim­ming
pool.

 She had ad­jus­ted to the wa­ter and it was neither hot or cold. There was no 
feel­ing ex­cept between her warm but­tocks. And there was a fire.

 It was a flame, grow­ing hot­ter each mo­ment. Alice couldn’t see it, but she did feel
his penis. It was jammed into the tiny, puckered hole of her anus and she was well aware of 
how it stretched her ass-hole.

 She was stretched so much that tears came to her eyes when she con­cen­trated on 
the sen­sa­tion. “Please, don’t fuck me there.” Alice writhed and ap­pealed to the boy. “Fuck 
my cunt, Marty. You’ll like it there. You’ll have a lot of fun slid­ing your dick in and out of my 
hairy pussy. And I’ll like it a lot, too. Hon­est, Marty, both of us will.”

 The boy chuckled and his arms tightened around her and Marty pressed closer, 
closer un­til his body was tight against her back. And his cock ...

 Dear God, Alice thought. He’s tear­ing me in half with that pecker. I can feel it all the
way to my cunt. Je­sus, it hurts ... it hurts ... it hurts. It’s hot and it hurts ...

 Sud­denly Alice was sur­prised to dis­cover it didn’t hurt. The boy’s hips heaved and
his penis shot in and out of her rear and then it didn’t hurt any­more. It felt good. Like a 
su­per fuck. Her whole crotch was turned on and she was amazed.

 She couldn’t tell where his pecker was go­ing in and out of her. One mo­ment she 
felt the wa­ter on her hairy pussy feel­ing like ice on red hot steel, the next mo­ment she felt 
her va­gina writh­ing and twist­ing around what she could only think of as hot steam in her 
bowels.

 “Oh, oh, oooo, my God,” she cried. It felt so good. Alice heaved her but­tocks back 
and felt her ass-hole gob­bling the boy’s ri­gid prick.

 It slid up her shit chute like it was a greased pole and rocked her when his pel­vis 
bot­tomed against her soft be­hind. The jolt of the meet­ing of their flesh lit­er­ally shook 
Alice.

 “You like it, don’t you, Mrs. Brew­ster?” Marty asked teas­ingly. Alice felt so help­less
in the pool, cling­ing to the side with Marty pulled up tight against her, his hands clutch­ing 
her battered tits. She stared at her fin­gers, white at the knuckles she was hold­ing on so tight,
and knew she had to tell him how wrong it was.

 “Marty,” she moaned. “Go ... Marty ... “ She threw back her head and writhed as the 
boy jabbed his burn­ing pecker into her rear. She shoved her butt back to help him.

 “God, Marty,” she moaned. “Do it, darling. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and don’t stop.

 Pinch my boobs and fuck my ass, Marty. Cram me full of your cock.” Alice couldn’t 
stop her­self then. She was a twist­ing, squirm­ing ball of burn­ing flesh. She gave in 
com­pletely to her per­ver­ted de­sire. The most won­der­ful thing in the world was the way 
he plowed into her clench­ing ass-hole with his over­sized cock.

 “I’m go­ing to fuck you out of your mind, Mrs. Brew­ster,” Marty prom­ised.

 “I dare you,” Alice re­spon­ded. “Try it. Just try it. I’m not some cheap whore.”

 “Stick your ass fur­ther back, Mrs. Brew­ster. Hold it up so I can shove my pecker in 
straight. You know how. Put it up where I can get at it.” His fin­gers squeezed her tits.

 Frantic with the sud­den feel­ing that he knew the re­ac­tions the as­sault he was 
mak­ing caused her body, Alice braced her feet against the wall of the swim­ming pool and 
shoved her but­tocks back­ward.

 The wa­ter flow­ing over her na­ked ass-cheeks was like a gentle wind on a balmy 
day. But the res­ults of the move weren’t. She was jol­ted by a flood of fant­astic feel­ing.

 The move­ment had rammed his cock into her ass to the fi­nal depths. It felt to Alice
like he had rup­tured her ass-hole. Her rectum trembled about the huge piece of ri­gid meat 
he had squeezed into her rear.

 She sucked at it with her ass. It felt good. Good. Alice began to twist and sway her 
hips in the wa­ter. The move­ment caused his pecker to lance in and out of her tor­men­ted 
rear end.

 It was a tre­mend­ous sen­sa­tion. She couldn’t be­gin to get enough. She wanted 
him to pour his sperm into her. She wanted it. Harder and harder, faster and faster she jazzed 
back against Marty’s body.

 Each time she was re­war­ded by the vi­ol­ent stab of a cock up her ass. She poured
it on. Her churn­ing hips whipped the wa­ter to froth around her crotch. But all that mattered 
to Alice was catch­ing that un­g­narled, youth­ful pecker in her squirm­ing butt.

 “Huh, huh, huh . ... “ Marty was breath­ing hard. Each stab into her rear was heaven. 
She wanted more. More. More. She couldn’t stop.

 Alice twis­ted and writhed un­der the weight of Marty’s body be­hind her. Her eyes 
were glazed, fe­ver­ish. Her ass-hole was pulpy and sore. But she was get­ting fucked the way 
she wanted to really be fucked.

 She wished she could let go of the swim­ming pool wall and reach back and hold 
her butt open for his mon­strous tool so that he could ram it good and proper up her rectum.
She wanted him to tear her apart, to rend her in half.

 “I’m com­ing,” Marty shouted in her ear.

 “I’m com­ing.” His an­nounce­ment seemed to trig­ger off a chain re­ac­tion in her 
body. Atom by atom she seemed to dis­solve in a fiery burst of heat.

 Alice was fig­ur­at­ively melt­ing at the core. She was over­heated, steam­ing. She 
ima­gined she could even feel the steamy flu­ids build­ing for her or­gasm leak­ing from 
un­der the fringe of pussy hair that guarded her sex.

 She was con­tam­in­at­ing the pool. There was no ques­tion about that. And she 
had to take a pee. And her butt hurt so beau­ti­fully that she didn’t want it to stop hurt­ing.

 His cock flesh got hot­ter and swelled. It dove more res­ol­utely at her be­hind and 
then it was lodged firmly in her ass to his balls while he tightened up.

 “Eyooo,” Alice squealed. The hot li­quid of his come spattered the in­sides of her 
rear and left her shaky and float­ing on the sud­den jet­ting foun­tain of hot se­men.

 She looked down and couldn’t be­lieve her eyes. Marty squir­ted spurt after spurt 
into her ass-hole un­til she was so full of the milky white fluid of his come was spurt­ing out of
her rectum and gath­er­ing in a thin, white cloud in the pool wa­ter.

 She seemed to be fall­ing out of a plane at ten thou­sand feet, it felt so good. She 
was eu­phoric and didn’t care what happened next.

 She was wrung out by the fant­astic or­deal she had un­der­gone.

 Her cunt lips clasped and un­clasped hope­fully for his hot peter she was ready for 
more, in her front. Alice giggled. She was re­minded of a joke. She turned her head and said, 
gaily, “Stop me if you’ve heard this one.”

 The boy with his pecker up her ass-hole only nod­ded dumbly, pay­ing her no mind.
“Well,” Alice, said, “it goes this way.”

 “Dear Mrs. Brew­ster sat on the far side of her bed­side rub­bing per­ox­ide into the
front side of her back­side be­cause on the whole she’d heard gen­tle­men prefer blondes ... “
And Alice laughed un­con­trol­lably and Marty’s soft prick fell out of her ass-hole and left her 
rear end empty.

 “Wasn’t that funny?” Alice asked Marty gaily. “Do you want to hear it again?”

 “No, it wasn’t a damn bit funny,” an angry voice from the edge of the pool said. 
Gingerly Alice looked up at who­ever was talk­ing. A shadow loomed over her, but it didn’t 
keep Alice from get­ting sud­denly sick.

 “Jack?” she said. “Is that you, Jack?”

 The shadow moved and said, “Yes mother. How did you ever guess?” Marty’s eyes 
sud­denly widened as he looked up at his school chum. He re­leased his hold on Jack’s 
mother’s tits and fell back in the wa­ter ... “I ... I . ... I . ... “ he stuttered.

 “Mother fucker,” Jack spit out, star­ing at Marty as the boy paddled away. Alice 
wanted to cry. She knew she had hurt Jack ter­ribly.

 Tears had sprung up at the corners of his eyes and the thing she wanted most to do 
was to mother him to tell him she was truly really sorry.

 Gone in an in­stant was the won­der­ful glow of feel­ing from Marty’s prick 
between her but­tocks. Sud­denly Alice just felt aw­fully empty.

 Grabbing the pool lad­der, Alice climbed out of the wa­ter into the bright, hot glare 
of sun­light. Her son stood in front of her, his eyes ac­cus­ing.

 She re­membered her na­ked­ness and tried to cover her tits and cunt at the same 
time. How­ever, her hands were in­ad­equate and it seemed to Alice that she could feel her 
son’s hot eyes bor­ing in on her hair covered pussy.

 The pussy that Marty hadn’t fucked with more than his fin­ger. “Why can’t I look 
Mother?” the boy asked. “Every­body else gets to feel . ... “

 “Jack,” Alice cried. “Jack ... come in the house with me this minute.” Al­though she 
was on the verge of tears Alice squared her shoulders and held her head high as she wheeled 
about and strode na­kedly across the patio to the slid­ing glass doors that al­lowed her to 
enter the liv­ing room.

 She had to ex­plain to him that this was all a ter­rible dream. She had to make him 
see that it was not what he thought it was. Jack had to be shown that she was not some 
lust-crazed house­wife with a crav­ing for young boys.





CHAPTER SIX


Alice’s heart was thud­ding frantic­ally. Her tits bobbed up and down, the red tips 
look­ing like cher­ries about to fall. Between her thighs she felt the silky slide of her cunt lips 
against each other, the light kiss of erotic skin on erotic skin.

 And her round, wob­bling but­tocks itched fiercely. She knew Jack was star­ing at 
her as she went into the house and she tried to keep her hips from sway­ing and her 
ass-cheeks from mak­ing their nor­mal sexy bouncy mo­tions.

 But the harder she tried the more im­possible con­trol be­came. She couldn’t help 
but won­der if they gave him a hard-on. That’s wicked, Alice thought to her­self. My own son 
wouldn’t ... couldn’t get ex­cited look­ing at me, his mother. I mustn’t even think of such 
things. Not even to my­self.

 She couldn’t stop from turn­ing her head, though as she went into the house and 
she no­ticed that there was a tell­tale bulge to the front of Jack’s pants.

 Jack stared after his mother’s re­treat­ing fig­ure and his mind was still full of the 
pic­ture he had of her lush, full body as she climbed out of the swim­ming pool. The even 
rhythmic move­ment of his mother’s but­tocks had turned him on bey­ond be­lief.

 They were so round and soft he wanted to squeeze them. To stick his prick between 
them and rub it in there un­til it was all hot and ready. He real­ized then that he wanted to 
fuck his own mother’s ass-hole and cunt.

 He wanted to rub his pecker between her tits and make her lick it ... Seeth­ing 
in­side, he star­ted to fol­low her into the house. Then he stumbled over Marty’s clothes ly­ing
in a crumpled heap on the edges of the pool. Stop­ping, Jack picked them up and was about 
to throw them in the pool when he felt some­thing un­der his fin­gers. They were pic­tures, 
half stick­ing out of his pocket. Jack took them out and sud­denly his heart poun­ded faster 
and cock stuck out stiffer. He could barely be­lieve his own eyes.

 “Hey, Jack, don’t ... “ Marty screamed. The boy star­ted swim­ming to­ward him. 
Pay­ing his former friend no heed, Jack wad­ded the clothes up and threw them the length of 
the pool.

 Des­per­ately, Marty swam after them as they sank in the deep end. His na­ked butt
was a bright spot in the glit­ter­ing wa­ter. Then Jack strode into the house after his mother. 
The four­teen-year-old was seeth­ing with rage, and with some­thing else. With his de­sire to 
feel his pecker bor­ing into his mother’s hot cunt or her mouth or her ass-hole.

 Alice was sit­ting primly on the edge of the sofa, still totally na­ked. Her knees were 
pressed tight to­gether and her el­bows were on her thighs and her chin on her hands.

 When Jack looked at his mother, he couldn’t help no­ti­cing the glimpse of her full, 
round breasts and the way her soft but­tocks squashed out un­der her be­hind on the couch.

 It was so en­ti­cing the boy couldn’t speak. All he could do was stand quietly and 
look. “I want to talk to you, Jack.” Alice stared into her son’s eyes even though she was 
think­ing about his prick.

 Her whole body was a tingle of feel­ing, lan­cing from one sexu­ally sens­it­ive part 
to an­other. She real­ized it would have been bet­ter if she had put some clothes on first.

 Talk­ing to him while she was na­ked was sure to be dis­tract­ing to both of them.

 “About what, Mother? Fuck­ing?” He stared boldly back into her eyes.

 “Well, yes, if you want to put it that way. It’s nor­mal to want to ... to have sex. You 
know that. And you ... you shouldn’t think badly be­cause I want to have some too.”

 “With my friends?” Jack chal­lenged her. “It’s all right to fuck my friends.”

 “Don’t be cruel, Jack.” Alice looked up at him and star­ted cry­ing. “He ... he made 
me ... I tried to get away in the pool and he forced me to do it with him, Jack.”

 “I don’t be­lieve you, Mother. You don’t look beat up enough for that.” Alice stood 
quickly, prac­tic­ally spring­ing off the sofa. “I couldn’t help it. He ... he touched me and 
teased me un­til I couldn’t stop my­self. You have to un­der­stand.” Jack shook his head and 
stared at her dis­be­liev­ingly. He tried not to be turned on, but his mother stand­ing in front 
of him was a won­drous sight.

 “Here,” he said. “I know what you two were do­ing.” Grimly he threw down the 
hand­ful of pho­to­graphs he’d found in Marty’s pocket. They hit the top of the cof­fee table 
and skittered across it in con­fu­sion.

 Alice caught her breath, shocked. In front of her eyes was a pic­ture of a wo­man on
her hands and knees. She was mas­turb­at­ing her­self with a cu­cum­ber while she was 
suck­ing off an over-sized cock in her mouth.

 Her lips were curved in an ex­pres­sion of pleas­ure. It was a grimly las­ci­vi­ous 
pic­ture and mo­ment­ar­ily stunned Alice. Next to it on the table was a pho­to­graph of the 
same wo­man ly­ing on her back. A young boy was suck­ing her tit which she was feed­ing to 
him with her hand. Her legs were spread wide and there was an­other boy put­ting a long, 
slender penis into her slimy hole ... Alice stared at her son.

 “I didn’t see these. Hon­est, Jack. You’ve got to be­lieve me. It wasn’t any­thing like 
you’re think­ing. I’m your mother. You’ve got to trust me.”

 “I know,” Jack said. His voice was grim as he looked from the pic­tures to her. 
Star­ing in hor­ror at her son, Alice knew she had to con­vince him, show him that it wasn’t all 
that easy to just say it could be done.

 He had to un­der­stand the power sex had over a per­son. He had to know what it 
was like to be caught by pas­sion. Alice pulled him to­ward her and forced him to sit on the 
edge of the cof­fee table while she sank back down on the couch. And then her fin­gers 
began play­ing with the but­tons on his shirt and pants un­til he was open all the way down 
the front.

 His shorts poked up hard from his crotch and her fin­gers caressed the soft cot­ton, 
play­ing with the flesh un­der­neath un­til the boy was writh­ing un­der her touch.

 “Mother,” he said in­dig­nantly. But Alice noted he didn’t try to move away. 
Dex­ter­i­ously she peeled his shorts down over his cock and ex­posed it to the air. She licked 
her lips and re­membered again how na­ked and de­fense­less she was as she lowered her 
head and ten­derly licked the head of his ri­gid cock.

 “Oh, wow,” Jack said. He couldn’t be­lieve it was hap­pen­ing to him, that he was 
be­ing sucked by his own mother. The shock of com­ing home from school to find her 
fuck­ing his best friend in the swim­ming pool had shaken him emo­tion­ally.

 But then, look­ing at her na­ked body had done some­thing else. It had made him 
horny. His pecker was rock hard and his balls cramped from the in­ner heat that had seemed 
to fill them.

 His rage had be­come jeal­ousy and de­sire.

 The boy wasn’t aware of all of his re­ac­tions. But he did know what he wanted and 
felt. When his mother had sat him down and opened his fly and taken his penis out to play 
with it, he had al­most come in his pants.

 And then when she lowered her head and licked the swollen head of his cock it was 
as if light­ning had struck him there. He looked again at her na­ked­ness. Her breasts 
quivered as her head slid up and down on his swollen rod.

 Her red lips seemed to stick to the slick skin of his cock caus­ing an ex­tra pang of 
pleas­ure to surge through his body. It was hard for him to ac­cept, but his own mother was 
ac­tu­ally suck­ing him off.

 And what he was aware of was the hot, but­tery feel of her lips and mouth around 
his stiff pecker. “Ooooo, Mother,” Jack groaned. His hands dug into her hair and held her head
still while he savored the sen­sa­tion of his penis throb­bing in her mouth.

 The touch of her tongue against his cock­head was elec­tri­fy­ing and he wanted to 
come right then, blow­ing his load of milky good into his mother’s suck­ing mouth. But he 
held back.

 Alice’s lips slipped eagerly up and down on her son’s rod. She had star­ted to teach 
him a les­son. But the les­son was for­got­ten in the wild, plunging mo­tions of his pecker 
between her full, sweet lips. She loved the feel and the taste of her own son’s cock in her 
mouth. It was bet­ter than any other penis she had ever tasted.

 It was de­li­cious with its youth­ful pun­gency. The heavy odor and fla­vor of his 
come seep­ing from the end and filling her mouth was nec­tar.

 As her lips slipped up and down his sexual wand she could al­most ima­gine her 
pussy lips do­ing the same thing. Think­ing about this pale, al­most hair­less cock rid­ing in 
and out of her hairy twat, plunging in her swampy crotch, star­ted an ex­hil­ar­a­tion in her 
va­gina that made her whole body shake.

 She wanted to suck and fuck her son to com­ple­tion whether or not he wanted it 
to hap­pen. And each stroke of her mouth on Jack’s ri­gid, throb­bing penis drove Alice closer
and closer to the real­iz­a­tion that she wasn’t do­ing it just for Jack, she was suck­ing him off 
be­cause she loved do­ing it.

 She loved the taste and feel of his cock in her hot mouth and she knew she was 
go­ing to love fuck­ing him. “Faster, faster, faster,” Jack gasped. His fin­gers tightened around 
Alice’s head, en­twin­ing them­selves in her hair as he guided her rhythm. He loved the feel of
her lips ringing his pulsat­ing pecker.

 He was ec­static about the hot fric­tion of her lips as he moved her head up and 
down on his tur­gid pole. Alice pulled her head up and his pecker pulled free from the 
soft­ness of her mouth.

 “Do you want me to quit?” she asked him. “Should I stop?”

 “Je­sus, no,” Jack cried. “Suck, suck me, Mother. Please suck me.” As if he weren’t 
sure that his words would be enough, Jack guided her head where he wanted it. He dir­ec­ted
his heated prick to her lips and prac­tic­ally forced her mouth down over it. And then he 
sighed as he felt her swal­low­ing his sex or­gan into her swampy mouth.

 “Mmmmmphhh,” Alice sobbed. Her mouth and throat were clogged by his pecker. 
She couldn’t talk around the huge roll of sex between her lips and Jack wouldn’t let her head 
back off.

 The boy was frantic with lust. Alice knew that was what was hap­pen­ing. He 
couldn’t stop. He had to pump her mouth up and down on his ready-to-erupt prick.

 Alice wanted him to do some­thing to her, too. She wanted him to shove his 
fin­gers in her twat and pinch her nipples. She wanted to soar on a blast of sexual feel­ing that
would ex­plode in­side of her like a bomb.

 Ur­gently she sucked his cock. Her fin­gers played up and down on the long, sturdy 
shaft coax­ing his or­gasm from him. Please stick some­thing in my twat, she prayed. Her 
head bobbed up and down and she felt his sex ex­plo­sion gath­er­ing in his balls.

 And she wanted it. She wanted to taste and smell and drink her son’s beau­ti­ful 
sperm as it pumped into her suck­ing mouth. “I’m com­ing, Momma,” Jack shrilled. “I’m 
com­ing. I’m com­ing.”

 His pecker felt like it was burn­ing up. It was on fire from both ends and felt ready 
to ex­plode. Des­per­ately he gripped Alice’s head and forced her face down on his cock.

 Alice’s nose pressed against his al­most in­vis­ible pu­bic hairs and she in­haled the 
aroma from her son’s balls. His prick forced its way into the back of her throat and it was only 
an ef­fort that kept her from gag­ging. And then he really was com­ing . ...

 It seemed to Alice that the flow of his hot gooey come was never go­ing to stop. It 
filled her mouth and made her cheeks bulge. Her nos­trils were filled with the odor of his 
sperm. And she loved it. She couldn’t get enough of the sweet suck­ing of his cock.

 Slowly she lif­ted her head from Jack’s crotch and smiled at him. Her eyes sparkled 
with the sud­den in­tens­ity of her feel­ing. She seemed to ra­di­ate the com­plete love that 
she felt for her son, the com­plete phys­ical and spir­itual meld­ing between them.

 “That was ... that was great, Mom,” the boy said al­most in a whis­per. “What was?” 
she chided him. “Tell Momma what was great.”

 Jack’s face turned red. He stuttered and looked down at his lap and turned red­der 
as he stared at his na­ked prick, slip­pery still with her hot saliva.

 “It was, Mom. You know, suck­ing my cock. Giv­ing me head. You know ... “ He 
looked up de­fi­antly. “Why didn’t you want me to stop?” Alice asked, press­ing him for a 
con­clu­sion.

 “Be­cause ... be­cause I liked it too much. It was too great, your mouth twist­ing and
turn­ing around my pecker. I mean ... you were suck­ing me in­side out and I,I ... loved it.”

 “With your own mother?” Alice shrilled, her voice risen in mock hor­ror at her son. 
Jack hung his head. She’s made her point. At least. Alice hoped she had.

 “How would you like to fuck me, too?” Alice dropped the bomb­shell with the 
dig­nity and aplomb that made it sound like. Would you like me to scratch your back?

 Her son looked up at her and for a mo­ment Alice was startled by the hot look in his
eyes. It could have been the start of a sud­den rage and she was frightened by what it might 
mean. But then she in­ter­preted it as burn­ing lust be­cause he nod­ded his head slowly.

 Stand­ing, she walked across the room and posed for him like a dan­cer show­ing 
off the grace of her body. Her black hair swished smoothly and she twis­ted her beau­ti­ful, 
al­most per­fect body so he could look fully at her without re­ser­va­tions of any kind.

 “Do you like my body, Jack?” She lif­ted her arms over her head and felt her tits rise, 
two creamy mounds mov­ing higher and tauter as her arms moved up and pulled her nipples 
higher too. They were red­dish-brown and seemed to fas­cin­ate Jack.

 “I’ll let you suck them, if you want.” Grace­fully she moved to­ward Jack and he 
stood up to meet her. Jack was short enough that when his mother wrapped her arms around 
his neck he was able to nuzzle her soft, scen­ted breasts.

 Her body was fresh smelling to the boy. She was clean from the pool and the 
faintest linger­ing trace of chlor­ine per­fumed her body.

 And then his lips were hot against her skin. Streaks of feel­ing shot out­ward from 
her tur­gid breasts as he fastened to the very end, the ri­gid up-thrust nipple that felt like a 
dia­mond in her son’s mouth.

 “Ooooo,” Alice moaned as the first solid stab of pleas­ure shot through his chest. He
was suck­ing her breast, just as he had done when he was a child, and the pleas­ure was 
ex­quis­ite.

 This time it wasn’t a child’s simple, suck­ing mouth on her tit. It was a young man’s. 
This time he didn’t only want to be given pleas­ure, he wanted to give it and he was.

 Alice was so happy that she couldn’t really think clearly. When the feel­ing of 
ur­gency des­cen­ded to her crotch and filled her cunt with an in­defin­able ache she could 
only take his hand and guide it there.

 She held his fin­gers and palm in place while she showed him how to stroke her 
hairy pussy, how to ex­tract the ut­most in pleas­ure from her soggy, pal­pit­at­ing va­gina.

 She was wet. Her crotch was a bog with a deep, suck­ing hole in its cen­ter. Alice felt
like she could drop a truck in it and her cunt would swal­low it without a trace. Or, Jack’s 
de­light­ful fin­gers. Be­cause they were do­ing things to her already.

 Jack’s mouth slurped hap­pily at her breasts. First one sharp-poin­ted cone and 
then the other. His head bounced back and forth, arous­ing both her lovely tits. At the same 
time his fin­gers speeded their tempo in her gap­ing slot. Alice felt like she was flow­ing out 
through the wide mouth of her hairy pussy along with her own sex juices.

 The feel­ing of de­sire grew and grew in her. She wanted more as each thrust of her 
fin­gers stabbed into her sex hole and she thought about the cu­cum­ber in the pic­ture.

 The wo­man be­ing fucked by that thick, round ve­get­able while she sucked a 
sweet prick. It made Alice faint. “Momma,” Jack said lust­fully, “I want to fuck you. I want to 
shove my dick up your hot hole, Momma.”

 Breath­ing hard, twist­ing her hips to the driv­ing tempo of his fin­gers, Alice 
nod­ded. “Yes darling,” she gasped. “Stop fin­ger fuck­ing momma and we can do it, baby.”

 The fin­gers slid­ing gushily about in Alice’s twitch­ing twat stopped and part of the
spell was broken. She could think again even though the first throb of de­sire never left her. 
She didn’t have to bend to each touch of his hand. She could make de­cisions.

 The de­cision Alice made wasn’t hard. She lay down on the floor on her back and 
spread her legs. She pulled them wide apart un­til her pussy lips ac­tu­ally opened un­der 
their cov­er­ing of curly pu­bic hair. I Her whole crotch was a blatant in­vit­a­tion to

 Jack. One that the boy couldn’t pos­sibly re­fuse. Alice shivered. It was go­ing to 
hap­pen.

 Her son was go­ing to dip his hard prick in her slip­pery foun­tain and fuck her out 
of her mind. For a long mo­ment, Jack stood between her spread legs look­ing down at his 
mother’s na­ked body.

 He saw the gentle flow of her body, the swell of her breasts and hips and even the 
prom­in­ent bulge of her pu­bic mound. And it ex­cited him. The penis which had been 
mo­ment­ar­ily limp, dangling along his leg, was stiff­en­ing as he looked.

 His ima­gin­a­tion was put­ting his cock into the tight, hair covered hole between 
his mother’s plump thighs and he quivered as he fan­tas­ized how it would feel.

 Then the boy slumped to his knees. His cock arched straight up in front of him. It 
was hot and throb­bing and the end was prac­tic­ally purple from the force of his blood.

 He touched it with his fin­ger­tips and was thrilled by the alive feel­ing that he had 
from it. Alice looked between her boobs and couldn’t take her eyes off his pecker.

 She’d touched it and even sucked it. But now there was some­thing dif­fer­ent 
about it. Her son’s cock seemed to have grown up in just a few seconds.

 Angry with the force of his blood, the very tip seemed to jerk im­pa­tiently. Oh, God,
Alice thought look­ing at it, if it will just jerk like that in me, in my twat. I know it will be 
heav­enly and it will be out of this world.

 As if read­ing his mother’s mind and not­ing her im­pa­tience, Jack stretched 
him­self out on her body and his chest rubbed nicely against her up-thrust boobs. His prick 
head seemed nat­ur­ally to find the right place.

 The boy was doubly ex­cited by the scratchy feel­ing of his cock­head plow­ing 
through the tangle of cunt hair that slip­pery feel of her twat ac­tu­ally press­ing against his 
penis.

 It forced for­ward, bend­ing slightly un­der the pres­sure, blindly try­ing to find its 
way into the re­cesses of her va­gina pro­tec­ted by the fine folds of pink flesh.

 “Aaaaah­hhh.” Alice groaned aud­ibly. His cock was jab­bing at her sens­it­ive 
open­ing and miss­ing by frac­tions of an inch. Each touch ig­nited the fever in Alice’s body 
and she wanted it to slide in and quench her in­sa­ti­able hun­ger for be­ing fucked.

 Her hand wiggled between their two bod­ies and worked its way to his ri­gid prick. 
Her fin­gers wrapped hotly around it. And then Alice was guid­ing his penis with her hand.

 Still­ness dom­in­ated the room for a long time. Like the still life painted by a 
mas­ter, the scene threatened to leap off the can­vas into ac­tion. Alice was ly­ing very still 
un­der Jack as her hand moved im­per­cept­ibly between their bod­ies.

 She seemed to be pay­ing no mind to what she was do­ing. Her eyes fo­cused on 
the ceil­ing. Her lips pouted, as if she were think­ing of some­thing dis­tant and cool in­stead 
of some­thing close and hot.

 And then her hand po­si­tioned the head of her son’s prick at the en­trance of her 
sex tun­nel. Her fin­gers opened the soft, elastic folds of flesh and let their moist­ness meet.

 Jack was ready. The minute the con­tact shot into his prick like an elec­tric spark, his
hips vi­brated back and forth and his penis slid like a nail into a pre-drilled hole.

 “Yaaa,” Alice screamed, re­leas­ing the ten­sion that had built in her. The feel of his 
cock lan­cing into her, slam­ming the depths of her tun­nel in one thrust was tre­mend­ous.

 Jack had vi­ol­ently stretched her cunt lips open and plumbed her depths and the 
sen­sa­tion filled Alice with over­whelm­ing pleas­ure. She was be­ing fucked right.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted. Her hips lashed up and twirled her cunt around 
her son’s plunging cock. She frantic­ally rubbed her pel­vis up against his, frig­ging her 
clit­oris against his soft, boy­ish skin.

 And all the time she was de­li­ri­ous with the know­ledge that it was his pecker 
drilling her hole, filling her cunt with an in­cred­ible sexual buzz.

 It was a feel­ing that was con­sum­ing her from the in­side out.

 “Oh, Mother,” Jack cried. His hips swung up and down rhyth­mic­ally and his cock 
dipped into her hole with dev­ast­at­ing pre­ci­sion. They matched their tem­pos and each 
time they came to­gether, his cock sank deeper into her crotch.

 Alice couldn’t take her eyes off the steady rise and fall of her son’s ass over his 
shoulder. Her lingers en­circled his body and caressed his ass cheeks. She cupped his 
but­tocks and let her fin­ger­tips sink down to­ward the pulsing cen­ter core of his butt.

 Alice knew what was there. She could prac­tic­ally feel it be­fore her fin­gers were 
all the way down in his crack. His hot, soft anus wink­ing open and shut as he heaved his body
up and down on hers seemed to wel­come her in­vest­ig­at­ing fin­ger.

 “Ooooo.” Jack’s voice was sur­prised as she sank her fin­ger in his ass-hole. Jack 
drove down with his hips and Alice writhed un­der the hard pound­ing.

 His cock rammed into her like a spike be­ing hammered into her twat. And then he 
was pulling away and his cock was be­ing dragged out of her sens­it­ized twat and she 
grit­ted her teeth to hold back her cries of pleas­ure.

 Her fin­gers clenched around his soft ass-cheeks, and then her longest fin­ger 
poked against his ass-hole and it was slid­ing back in deeper and in this time when Jack drove
down it felt dif­fer­ent.

 It felt like her fin­ger had slid all the way down his ass-hole and into the still rod of 
his prick. There was no other way to de­scribe it. The pound­ing of his cock into her was like 
an ex­ten­sion of her own fin­ger drilling down into her cunt.

 Only, Alice it seemed a mil­lion times bet­ter than mas­turb­a­tion ever had been or
could be.

 “Fuck me, fuck me,” she wailed and lif­ted her hips. “Mother,” Jack cried. “I’m 
fuck­ing you and you’re fuck­ing me.” He raised his ass and in­vited her to frig his butt 
be­fore he drove down again and filled her sex tun­nel with his hot flesh.

 His cock tore wildly at her cunt. That was the way Alice wanted it. She loved what 
the fierce pound­ing her son’s penis did to her twat and wel­comed it.

 She writhed un­der it to feel him slap­ping every inch of her va­gina with his prick 
head. She twis­ted her hips to in­tensify the pleas­ure of the slip­pery fric­tion in­side her 
hole.

 “Good,” she moaned. “You’re fuck­ing me good. Good. Good.”

 “Oh, yesss, Mother,” Jack bent his head and clasped her tit in his teeth and bit down 
and it was like open­ing the sky to a de­luge of feel­ing.

 Pain and pleas­ure shot through Alice. Her body was a cen­ter for feel­ing. She was 
be­ing shred­ded by joy. “Oh, God, Mother,” Jack groaned. His body tensed. His pecker 
plunged into her and his ass-hole writhed wildly around her prob­ing fin­ger.

 And then he was shoot­ing. His body shook from the in­tens­ity of his 
ejac­u­la­tion. It shot into her twat like shot­gun pel­lets. She was filled by the thick, burn­ing 
fluid and the boy’s joy was trans­mit­ted to Alice in a muted way. She was full of ec­stasy as 
was her son.

 “Oh, oh, oh, that’s good,” she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around his body 
and held him in the cradle of her thighs and rocked him back and forth, milk­ing his juice into 
her cunt. Even long after he was limp she held him in her that way.

 Her son, she knew now for sure, was a won­der­ful mother fucker. And she loved it 
from her toes to her cunt to her boobs. She loved every second of it.

 Jack had seemed strangely dif­fer­ent after they had fucked. It wor­ried Alice. He 
had said prac­tic­ally noth­ing, al­though it was ob­vi­ous that the emo­tional im­pact had 
been tre­mend­ous.

 Fret­ting about it, Alice feared it may have been too much for the boy. But she had 
to show him that sex was a power­ful force, that she wasn’t wan­ton.

 Over and over she asked her­self if she had to do it that way. And her an­swer was 
never com­pletely sat­is­fact­ory. Maybe she had done it to share the guilt.

 She couldn’t brush away the aura of sin that ac­com­pan­ied the act. Nor could the 
feel­ing of furt­ive­ness over her re­la­tion­ship with Marty and Ron be shoved away.

 Con­tinu­ally she was haunted by the worry that Al­len would dis­cover her de­sire 
to have sex with boy-chil­dren. She was so ashamed of that.

 But in her un­guarded mo­ments she caught her­self moon­ing over the 
re­membered job of suck­ing a slender penis. Her crotch ached to have a boy’s springy, virile 
cock shoved up it. She wanted to come and come clutch­ing her son to her breasts.

 After she screwed Jack on the liv­ing room rug, he had got­ten dressed and then 
looked at her with his un­usu­ally hot eyes be­fore leav­ing without say­ing a word.

 Alice hadn’t tried to stop him. She was sa­ti­ated. Her cunt and her ass and her 
mouth had been filled with youth­ful cock and flow­ing se­men and she was ex­hausted. Her 
mind had been dull.

 Wip­ing her crotch dry in her bath­room, she had dressed in hip hug­ger slacks and 
a sheer white blouse and then wandered dis­con­sol­ately through the empty house.

 She was so ter­ribly lonely and wished Al­len would hurry home be­fore ... be­fore 
she did some­thing fool­ish. And then she thought about Marty and his big boy’s cock and 
she re­membered the feel of it in her hands and how it had pushed against her but­tocks 
seek­ing to fuck her . ...

 Stop that, she screamed at her­self. Don’t think thoughts like that. Not now. Not 
ever. When the door­bell rang, she was stand­ing at the glass door that led out to the patio 
and the pool.

 Think­ing, re­call­ing what had happened; the look on her son’s face. She blanked 
her mind of those thoughts and answered the door without think­ing.

 “Mrs. Brew­ster, is Jack home?” Ron smiled up at her sur­prised face. Why no, Ron. 
He ... he went out and didn’t say where he was go­ing.”

 “Oh.....” The boy stared at her as if she were half na­ked. Hast­ily Alice looked down 
at her­self for open but­tons or tears. There weren’t any to be seen. Not one.

 Slowly she raised her eyes and stared into Ron’s eyes and he looked away quickly. 
My God she thought, he’s think­ing about fuck­ing me. He doesn’t want to see Jack. What 
have I done? How am I ever go­ing to get out of it? Or can I?

 While the wild thought banged around in­side her head Ron smiled up at her and 
said, “Can I wait for Jack, Mrs. Brew­ster? I mean, if I’m not any bother?”

 “Of course, Ron,” Alice said, dis­trac­ted by her thoughts. And then she could have 
bit­ten off her tongue as the boy came into the house.

 His cock was bul­ging like a rock in the front of his blue jeans and he shuffled as he 
walked. He sort of brushed against her breasts as he came in the door. Alice was sure it wasn’t
an ac­ci­dent.

 The boy wanted to fuck. What have I done? Alice cried to her­self. He’s only 
thir­teen. And he thinks I’m go­ing to do it some more with him. My God, he’s only thir­teen 
...

 Alice’s ex­pres­sion didn’t re­veal any hint of her thoughts, though. “Why don’t you 
wait in the game room down­stairs?” she asked cas­u­ally. “You can play darts.”

 Ron shrugged and glanced un­eas­ily from the corners of his eyes at her. “If it’s all 
right with you, I’d just as soon stay up here, Mrs. Brew­ster,” he told her.

 Of course, Alice real­ized what it was. Un-like Marty, Ron was shy. He wanted the 
same thing, but the boy was re­spect­ful of her and em­bar­rassed and ex­pect­ing to be 
re­fused.

 Her heart went out to him. He was cute in his im­ma­ture way and she 
re­membered the un­cer­tainty when she had jammed his pecker up her ass-hole.

 An older boy would have fain­ted with joy. Ron had seemed even then apo­lo­getic.
He was just too nice. “Could I get you some cook­ies?” she asked him, go­ing to­ward the 
kit­chen.

 Ron shook his head. “No.” His an­swer was flat. Em­phatic. “I . ... I ... uh, would you 
talk to me, Mrs. Brew­ster? I mean, about some­thing ser­i­ous, if I asked you?”

 “Surely, Ron.” Alice pat­ted his hand. “Let’s sit down and be com­fort­able and you 
tell me whatever it is that’s both­er­ing you. It’s good to talk about things ... cer­tain things.”

 They sat down on the couch and Alice was pleas­antly sur­prised when the boy sat 
at the far end, too far away to try to arouse her with his hands.

 Though she had made up her mind not to let the boy even try. He was so cute, so 
in­no­cent she just wanted to cuddle him. ‘Turn ... It’s about last night.” He stared at her 
in­tently and his eyes sparkled.

 “About last night, Ron,” Alice said. “Don’t even think about it. We can’t do that sort 
of thing any­more and there just isn’t any­thing to be said. Pre­tend it doesn’t ex­ist.”

 “Oh no,” Ron quickly said.. “I wouldn’t think any­thing like that, Mrs. Bruster. It’s just 
that, well, it isn’t about me. It’s Marty.” The boy looked plead­ingly at Alice.

 “Marty. I don’t un­der­stand,” Alice said slowly. “You tell me.”

 “Well, he was at school today and he kept talk­ing about com­ing over here and 
rip­ping off a piece of ass.” Ron aver­ted his eyes from Alice’s as the gross words came out of 
his mouth.

 “He was telling prac­tic­ally every­body. He wanted me to come with him.” Alice’s 
heart stopped. “Who,” she asked quietly and care­fully “is every­body?”

 “Uh, well,” Ron said slowly,” Jim Werner and Pepe Ro­jos, friends of his.”

 “He told them he fucked me?” Alice looked at Ron out of sick eyes and prac­tic­ally 
begged the boy to make the right an­swer.

 “Not ex­actly, Mrs. Brew­ster.” Ron looked down at his ten­nis shoes. “He just told 
them that he had a good, old piece of ass and how good it was and how he loved stick­ing his
cock up your ... I mean ... this old piece of ass’ cunt and if Jim and Pete were good pals he 
might share.”

 “Hon­est, Mrs. Brew­ster. He didn’t say your name to any­body.”

 “You didn’t tell any­body, did you, Ron?”

 “Me? No. Hon­est, Mrs. Brew­ster. You told me not to and I wouldn’t do that.”

 “That’s good, Ron. I really ap­pre­ci­ate you telling me. And not telling on me.”

 “That’s all right,” Ron said. He stared fix­edly at the bulge in her blouse that was a tit
and Alice was un­com­fort­able at that. She moved and he moved his eyes to fol­low her.

 “Please don’t stare at me, Ron,” she said, quietly. “It isn’t po­lite.”

 “I know, Mrs. Brew­ster.” The boy shif­ted his gaze and then he sud­denly breathed 
out hard. His eyes had fallen to the dirty pic­tures on the cof­fee table.

 Jack had for­got­ten to pick them up when he went out of the house and now Ron 
was look­ing in­tently at them.

 “Oh, wow,” he said. His words were like sur­prised ex­hal­ings.

 “What’s wrong?” Alice moved closer to the boy on the sofa and fol­lowed his gaze 
to the table. He was look­ing at a pic­ture of a wo­man eat­ing a man’s ass out.

 The wo­man’s tongue was long and stiff and there could be no ques­tion it was 
pok­ing in the man’s rectum just like Alice had shoved her fin­ger in Jack’s butt.

 With her hand, the wo­man was jerking the man’s cock off. It was a big prick. A real 
big one and Alice wasn’t sure if Ron had hasped be­cause of the wo­man’s sex act-or the size 
of the cock.

 “It’s ... It’s that she’s na­ked,” Ron stuttered. “She doesn’t have any clothes on.” Alice 
laughed. She couldn’t help her­self. Of all the things that she ima­gined would have shocked 
the boy in that pic­ture, that was the one thing that hadn’t oc­curred to her.

 “Haven’t you ever seen a na­ked wo­man, Ron?” Her voice was soft. “Well, just 
yes­ter­day when I turned on the light, Mrs. Brew­ster. You.”

 “No, no. I don’t mean that. Haven’t you ever looked at a girl­friend-or your sis­ter? 
Haven’t you ever really seen a na­ked pussy up close and sort of . ... .ex­amined it?”

 Sadly, Ron shook his head. “I don’t have a girl­friend-or a sis­ter.” Watch­ing the 
boy, Alice felt the fa­mil­iar old ex­cite­ment rising in her again.

 She was hot between her thighs. She was hot all over. Even her nipples were jets of 
flame against her blouse. “Would you like to see a na­ked wo­man? Would like to look at one 
real close? Real close, Ron?”

 The boy nod­ded. His eyes were starry with ex­cite­ment and his cock bulged his 
pants. Alice smiled. “Would you like to look at me. Ron. Would you like to see me na­ked?”

 “Boy!” Ron said. “Would I?” The thir­teen-year-old seemed to shine. No, Alice told 
her­self. Don’t do it. I mustn’t do this sort of thing.

 Un­for­tu­nately she couldn’t re­strain the burn­ing urge that swept over her from 
her loins and filled her body with long­ing. “Come with me,” she told Ron. And she led him to 
her bed­room where the soft, fem­in­ine sur­round­ings made her feel even more sexy.

 I’m do­ing it for Ron, she lied to her­self. The boy needs to know about sex. About 
wo­men. It isn’t fair to keep him ig­nor­ant about pussies and cunts and fuck­ing ...

 But as she stood in front of the bed and began to un­but­ton her blouse, Alice 
secretly ad­mit­ted that she wanted to do it for her­self. As she opened her blouse and 
watched the boy’s de­lighted ex­pres­sion and felt that fant­astic tingle start around the tips 
of her breasts she knew why she was do­ing it.

 Slowly she un­snapped the baby blue hip hug­gers and pushed them down her 
legs, step­ping out of them and stand­ing proudly for a mo­ment, her legs spread a little so 
the boy could see her hairy twat be­fore she stretched out on the bed.

 “Come close, Ron.” She smiled up into his face and her hands swept up from her 
sides to fondle her breasts. “These are my tits,” she said.

 Her hands held her breasts and her fin­gers fondled her nipples. She played with 
them and they swelled even as Ron watched. The tips grew darker and red­der and harder, 
like little pricks.

 Ron leaned closer. His lips were dry for some reason and he licked them. His eyes 
stayed glued to Alice’s beau­ti­ful, creamy breasts with their ri­gid tips.

 “Do you want to touch them, Ron?” Alice asked the boy softly. Ron nod­ded. He 
couldn’t say any­thing. Even when Alice held her tit up for his fin­gers to stroke and fondle he 
was speech­less.

 “Kiss them, Ron.” Alice squeezed her tit and forced it up to­ward his mouth. “Kiss it 
and suck on it, baby, Make me feel good. You’ll like do­ing it. Suck them.”

 “Yes,” he re­spon­ded in a small voice. He leaned closer and his hot breath washed 
over her sens­it­ive breast start­ing goose bumps on them.

 Then his lips par­ted and clamped down like a suck­ing cunt on her tur­gid tit tips. 
His tongue stroked it at the same time. “Ohhh,” Alice whimpered.

 Her res­ist­ance was dis­solv­ing and she felt her breast melt­ing like chocol­ate in 
the boy’s eager mouth. She tried to tell her­self she was do­ing it for Ron.

 But it was the fant­astic sen­sa­tion of him suck­ing her that turned her on. Ron 
bobbed his head back and forth faster and faster, from one hard nipple to the other.

 His youth­ful lips sucked and stretched her breasts un­til her tits were frantic with 
the throb­bing of her blood and sa­ti­ated with the suck­ing they had ueen given.

 Alice’s fin­gers slipped down her bare front to her crotch. “Look,” she gasped. “Look 
at my cunt, Ron.” She held the soft, wet folds of her sex hole open so he could stare down into
her pink-lined hole.

 “That’s my pussy, Ron. That’s the place the girls like boys to lick the most. The 
ab­so­lute most. That’s the place to stick your lovely tongue.”

 “In there?” Ron’s voice con­veyed a de­gree of un­cer­tainty at her words. “Yes. Yes, 
darling. I wouldn’t tell you a false­hood. Stick your tongue in my twat. Eat my cunt out and I’ll 
let you do any­thing you want to me later. Any­thing at all.”

 Ron looked at her a little un­cer­tainly. “Just for lick­ing your hole, you’ll do 
any­thing I want you to do? Does it feel that good, really, Mrs. Brew­ster?”

 His tongue was al­most there and Alice was en­vel­oped in her own lust. “Yes. God 
yes, it feels that good, Ron. Stop fuck­ing around. Lick me. Lick my cunt. Stick your tongue up 
my twat and jazz my hole un­til I can’t stand any­more. But do it be­fore I go mad.”

 Alice tensed her body. Her knees, cocked and raised her off the bed, tilt­ing her 
crotch up to the right angle to let his hot, slip­pery tongue slide into her slimy hole.

 Ron paused, star­ing down at Alice’s crotch.

 His tongue stuck out of his mouth like a wig­gly worm. And then he was lower­ing 
his face to­ward her twist­ing, gyr­at­ing crotch and the never end­ing flow of sex honey that 
seemed to run from it.

 “Oh, oh, oh, oh ... “

 Alice twis­ted and bucked as his tongue entered her tight cunt. It shoved in a little 
ways and then wiggled back and forth mak­ing it looser and easier to tongue fuck. To Alice 
the mo­tion of that piece of flesh in her sex tube was para­dise. “More,” she moaned out loud.

 Ron was quick to ac­com­mod­ate her. Eagerly his tongue lashed out like a snake 
and slithered down her cunt. She was spread­ing and stretch­ing to take it. Her pussy lips 
thrilled to the swift, sat­iny slide of his tongue between them.

 The feel­ing was so in­tense she felt like she had to pee. But it was too good for 
even that. “Ooooooo.” She thrashed her hips up and down, “Suck, suck, suck,” she 
de­man­ded of the boy. Ron was try­ing. His lips rubbed eagerly against her hard, sens­it­ive 
clit­oris.

 His tongue twis­ted in her sex slot un­til she couldn’t seem to hold on any longer 
and then it slipped in and out, back and forth. Harder and harder. Deeper. Faster.

 Alice’s whole body was at­tuned to the blaz­ing move­ment of Ron’s tongue 
pound­ing in and out of her hot box. She was in ec­stasy over it. She was in love with him, 
with the thir­teen-year-old boy’s long fa­cile tongue and the way he used it on her twitch­ing 
twat.

 “That’s the way,” she screamed. Her fin­gers wrapped in the boy’s hair and her 
crotch rose off the bed and rubbed it­self against his face.

 She im­paled her­self on his never still tongue. She screamed with de­light each 
time he stabbed her harder than be­fore. “More, more, more.” She moaned as her in­sides 
dis­solved in a sheet of flame.

 Ron tried to give her more. His tongue dove into her box and he licked her juices 
away as fast as she could make them. He chewed on her cunt lips send­ing in­ex­press­ible 
waves of pleas­ure through her body.

 Her cunt was drool­ing. And then Alice was com­ing. It was like a gi­ant fist 
knot­ted in her pel­vis around her in­sides and squeezed, for­cing her higher and higher. Alice
thought she was go­ing to ex­plode. She couldn’t take any more.

 She was in­tox­ic­ated with the wild sen­sa­tion of her or­gasm. She screamed and 
thrust her hips up and felt Ron’s tongue slide down her tubes and touch her but­ton. The 
but­ton that ex­ploded her into a blis­ter­ing mass of sexual flame . ...

 Alice couldn’t be­lieve that this young boy could give her such pleas­ure. Her whole 
body was on fire from the sen­sa­tions soar­ing through her body.

 Ron quickened his speed and as he slid his tongue around her hard stiff slit, he 
caught it some­how between his teeth and tongue and gave it a suck­ing sen­sa­tion.

 This drove Alice to the heights of or­gasm. All of a sud­den her body was thrash­ing
up and down and Ron had to grab hold of her hips to suck on her pussy without miss­ing a 
single stroke.





CHAPTER SEVEN


“Now,” Ron said, “its your turn, isn’t it, Mrs. Brew­ster? Isn’t it?” Alice stared at the 
boy from dazed eyes. It took her a mo­ment to real­ize what he was talk­ing about. Then it 
came to her. Ron meant it was her turn to do what he wanted be­cause she had prom­ised 
him she would do any­thing-any­thing that he wanted.

 A sud­den thrill lanced through Alice’s body. What did a thir­teen-year-old boy 
know about fuck­ing? And not know­ing, how per­verse could his ima­gin­a­tion be.

 The thrill of an­ti­cip­a­tion changed to a shiver of ap­pre­hen­sion. Of course she 
had to do what he wanted. But her hand dipped to her well-sucked cunt and cupped it 
pro­tect­ively. “What?” she asked.

 Ron’s eyes shif­ted to the pic­ture he had brought un­noticed into the bed­room 
with him. Alice saw it ly­ing on the car­peted floor. It looked pos­it­ively ob­scene on the 
white fuck rug. Her eyes widened. It was the pic­ture of the wo­man with the cu­cum­ber up 
her twat while she was suck­ing a man’s cock.

 Ron poin­ted at it dra­mat­ic­ally. “But ... but you can put your dick up my twat,” 
Alice said in be­wil­der­ment. “I know,” the boy looked at her with a quiz­zical smile on his 
face. “But the reason you made me fuck your ass yes­ter­day was be­cause my cock was too 
small, too thin.”

 Alice looked into the boy’s eyes and saw the hurt there. “You’re young,” she said, 
“you’ll get big­ger. A lot big­ger. You’re big now for your age and that’s some­thing.”

 “Yeah,” Ron said. “And my cock now is too small. You can’t hardly feel it. I know. 
That’s what all the guys at school kid me about be­ing a peewee cock.”

 Alice couldn’t help but sym­path­ize with the boy. There was no ques­tion in her 
mind that he needed help. He was be­ing eaten up in­side be­cause he was too little to fuck 
good.

 Prob­ably girls even laughed at his skinny pecker. Girls were a lot cruder than boys. 
“Are you go­ing to do it? You said you was go­ing to do any­thing I wanted. Any­thing.”

 Tremors half of fear, half of an­ti­cip­a­tion rattled through Alice’s body. “There’s a 
cu­cum­ber in the re­fri­ger­ator,” she said. “In the ve­get­able bin at the bot­tom.”

 Ron stood in­de­cis­ively next to her, look­ing down at her na­ked body stretched 
out on the bed. “Okay,” he said fi­nally. “Okay. I’ll get it. It’ll be okay, Mrs. Brew­ster.”

 While he was gone, Alice played the small boy’s words over in her head. He’d been 
hurt ter­ribly. And everything she said, it seemed to hurt him even more. She didn’t know 
what to say around him.

 He was too smart. He picked up everything about sex and he un­der­stood her even
when she was try­ing to be de­vi­ous. And it was all be­cause his pecker hadn’t de­veloped 
nor­mally. It had got­ten ab­nor­mally long early and not very thick.

 Alice re­called how it had slid in her hot ass. It felt good, then. It slid and slid forever
down her pooper. His tim­ing was per­fect and his tal­en­ted pecker had made a second cunt 
of her ass-hole.

 Just think­ing about it star­ted the erotic juices of her cunt to run. She lif­ted her 
legs and stared at her black-haired fuck hole. It was still shiny with the boy’s avid saliva. First 
his tongue, but never his penis.

 She’d hurt him and now Alice wondered if he meant to hurt her. It was within the 
realm of pos­sib­il­it­ies in any case. Sud­denly he came back into the bed­room and Alice 
moaned softly. Ron was car­ry­ing a big, green cu­cum­ber in his hand. She knew he had 
picked the biggest.

 It was too big for her cunt, she was sure of that if noth­ing else. “Get on your knees, 
Mrs. Brew­ster,” Ron ordered. She didn’t know why. It was just some­thing she had prom­ised.

 Still, she did as he ordered her. She got on her knees and leaned for­ward like in the
pic­ture. She was stark na­ked and her lush tits draped for­ward and swept al­most against 
the bed­spread.

 It was shame­ful, pos­ing like that. Her cunt was poised in hairy, sin­ful re­lief 
between her thighs and there was an ob­scene thrill pound­ing through her breasts.

 Ron stood and si­lently ripped off his shirt and jeans. And then Alice felt the bed sag
very little as the boy got on it be­hind her. His skin was hot and greedy against hers and his 
stom­ach pressed against her be­hind.

 His pecker was a long tooth­pick ir­rit­at­ing her sat­iny ass-cheeks. But, to Alice’s 
dis­may, the boy wasn’t plan­ning on us­ing his cock where it be­longed in her tight, wet little
pu­bic hole.

 In­stead he would use the ve­get­able to turn her on. Alice couldn’t say even how 
ashamed she was that she would let him. Surely her cunt wasn’t drool­ing at the thought that 
she was to be fucked by a cu­cum­ber.

 “Hold still,” Ron grit­ted. And then, mi­ra­cu­lously, the boy’s pecker was pushed 
between her legs and giv­ing her fuck hole a trans­fu­sion of youth­ful mois­ture.

 Her cunt lips twis­ted around his boner with evid­ent joy. She was re­prieved and 
she knew it. Even her cunt knew that some­thing spe­cial had happened.

 In and out, in and out, Ron stroked his pud into her tight twat and he’d been wrong 
be­fore. It wasn’t big and it didn’t give her that spe­cial feel­ing of stretch­ing her cunt apart 
into torn, burn­ing flesh.

 It only felt good and warm and gentle saw­ing in and out of her vi­brat­ing hole. 
“That’s it, Ron,” she said. “That’s the way I love to be fucked.”

 Her hips rolled up and down as she ima­gined her twitch­ing cunt on the hard rod 
of Ron’s sex. In­side, way down deep, it was su­per. He went so far into her cunt she thought 
the boy would take her ton­sils out.

 But it was the out­side that gave her spe­cial feel­ing. Ron’s cock had been zip­ping 
in­sanely in and out of sex hole and thud­ding down at the end of her sex tun­nel. But 
sud­denly all that ceased.

 His cock pulled free after plunging into her depths and Alice felt strangely empty. 
She wanted him to saw his pecker in and out of her and con­tinue the mel­low glow of sex.

 She was en­thralled in it. Drown­ing in it. “Now, now,” he said. His body res­ted 
lux­uri­antly on her na­ked back while his fin­gers played hap­pily with her cocky tits.

 Then they swooped down to her cunt and he was shov­ing some­thing beau­ti­fully
thick and blunt and cold against her res­ist­ing cunt lips.

 “Not the cu­cum­ber,” she moaned. “Please, not that.” Alice had been frightened by 
the awe­some size of the boy’s cunt stretcher. She didn’t know if she could take it.

 She wasn’t even ready. But once the cold, slick skin of the cu­cum­ber pressed 
against her hot twat she began to soar with tre­mend­ous shocks of pleas­ure pound­ing her 
body.

 He’s go­ing to fuck me with a cu­cum­ber, Alice thought. He’s go­ing to force that 
thing in­side me and stretch me wide open. He’ll tear me apart. It’ll hurt ... It ... it ...

 Alice’s fears roiled in­side her head and stopped as she was en­vel­oped by the full 
sen­sa­tion of that mon­strous thing work­ing its way into her cunt.

 She tried to pre­tend that it really was the boy’s cock. After the ini­tial shock of the 
chilly ve­get­able be­ing forced past her pussy lips left her, it seemed more and more like a 
penis.

 Ron twis­ted and turned it with his hands as if he really was fuck­ing her. And Alice 
was get­ting stretched open so good that she couldn’t res­ist.

 It was tre­mend­ous. She was pulled wide, like she was be­ing torn apart, and she 
was so full. And still it kept com­ing into her twat.

 “Aaaaah,” she fi­nally groaned. She was so full she couldn’t move. Her va­gina felt 
like a stuffed saus­age. Every tremor of move­ment of the cu­cum­ber set off a series of minor
or­gasms between her legs. Alice’s cunt was one con­tinu­ally con­vulsing pair of tooth­less 
lips munch­ing on the cu­cum­ber slip­ping up her hole.

 “Do you like that, Mrs. Brew­ster?” Ron asked. The boy tried to keep his voice calm, 
but there was no doubt that he was highly ex­cited.

 His little hand trembled as it stroked between Alice’s but­tocks and when he looked 
at it crit­ic­ally, his cock throbbed fant­ast­ic­ally hard. There was some­thing about Alice’s 
creamy but­tocks with her slightly spread thighs and the huge cu­cum­ber stick­ing out of her
snatch that turned the boy on.

 “I’m go­ing to do it now, Mrs. Brew­ster,” he said.

 “That’s ... that’s good,” Alice replied. Her body was sa­ti­ated with the pleas­ure of 
that aw­ful thing in her snatch and she wasn’t con­cen­trat­ing. But the im­age she got from 
the boy’s words star­ted new tremors of de­sire in her twat.

 She could visu­al­ize his long, slender pecker even though he was be­hind her. And 
sud­denly it was de­sir­able. She re­called how in­no­cent it ap­peared. A long, slick wand just
right for ream­ing her ass-hole out.

 And now that her cunt was already full-over­full, in fact and aching.

 “Ron,” she moaned. “Will you put it in my ass? Fuck my ass for me?”

 “Sure! Would I? You bet. As soon as I get that cu­cum­ber out of your snatch.”

 “No! Leave it in. Just, just fuck my butt while it’s irt there. Fuck it good.” There was a 
long pause while Ron ab­sorbed her words. Alice scrunched her eyes tight shut and 
con­cen­trated on the lovely feel of the cu­cum­ber between her thick, fat cunt lips and how 
won­der­ful it felt. Her ass-hole was all twitchy, too. Now that she had thought of it, her butt 
stick­ing up in the air was as ex­cit­ing a pro­spect to her as her strained cunt.

 “Can I, can I kiss it first, Mrs. Brew­ster? Can I?” Alice shivered with al­most 
un­con­trol­lable in­tens­ity. Ron wanted to kiss her ass-hole and she hadn’t even thought of 
it her­self. It was dirty, but ex­cit­ing. Really ex­cit­ing.

 “Yes, Ron,” she said in a strained voice. “You can lick and kiss my butt.”

 “Oh, boy,” Ron said. And then his face was be­ing pressed against the round, full 
curves of Alice’s de­lect­able ass.

 His breath swept hotly over the moist, tender rose bud of her rectum and it star­ted 
wild chills in her ass-hole.

 Closer and closer his hot lips moved between her soft, cush­iony but­tocks and 
fi­nally they brushed over her anus.

 “Ah­hhh,” Alice screamed softly. The sen­sa­tion was too fant­astic. Then, a 
mo­ment later it was fol­lowed by yet an­other shock.

 Ron’s long, twisty tongue slid into her tight ass-hole and began to screw her butt in 
fierce jabs.

 Buf­feted by the con­tinu­ing shocks of his tongue drilling her anus, Alice al­most 
fain­ted when she ex­per­i­enced the su­per-strong shock of move­ment in her stuffed twat. 
The boy’s chin was rub­bing with full fury against the end of the cu­cum­ber pro­ject­ing out 
of her twat.

 Each move­ment was like an or­gasm. Feel­ing rippled and rolled through her body 
and into her nerve end­ings and skin. She was be­ing turned into one huge ant­hill of 
cease­less pleas­ure. She didn’t know how long she could stand it, or even if she could stand it
for long. Everything was in second place to the or­gasm that seemed to roll over” her like 
ocean break­ers, maul­ing her senses and feel­ings, only to leave her stran­ded and bruised 
after they passed over, a help­less tar­get for the next surge to over­power her.

 “Oh, fuck, fuck me, Ron,” she crooned to the boy.

 Alice couldn’t move an inch. She was rooted to the spot, sa­vor­ing the cu­cum­ber 
in her cunt and the boy’s tongue in her ass. She thought of the pic­ture and wondered that it 
had given her a thrill when she saw the other wo­man do­ing this sort of thing, but that thrill 
had been no pre­par­a­tion for the ac­tu­al­ity of this in­cred­ible on­slaught.

 “Ohhh,” she groaned, push her butt back to en­cour­age the boy.

 Sud­denly her butt was empty. She stopped mov­ing and amaz­ingly the 
sen­sa­tions bom­bard­ing her senses left her. She was just aware of a dull ache around her 
cunt, a pain­ful pleas­ur­able sort of feel­ing. She was sore there. Really sore and she didn’t 
want to move her thighs an inch, but she was also full of pleas­ure.

 Ron had moved back. He stared at Alice’s rear, at her saliva shined but­tocks and 
rosy anus and the green cu­cum­ber stick­ing out of her con­vulsing hole and the way her red
lined cunt lips tightened and re­laxed spas­mod­ic­ally around it mak­ing the ve­get­able 
move in and out in a mini­ature fuck­ing mo­tion.

 His hand played with his na­ked prick. He knew he wasn’t big, but he was hard. His 
cock was a steel pry bar. And long. It seemed to have grown inches in just minutes and he 
couldn’t wait. He eased for­ward slowly.

 “Ahhh,” Alice’s breath was a series of ragged gasps. She had no voice left. When his 
hard, hot pecker slid into the very rim of her ass-hole she had screamed for joy.

 Then he was slid­ing in and out, in and out. His balls poun­ded the end of the 
cu­cum­ber driv­ing it deeper and deeper with feather light taps.

 She was go­ing in­sane.

 She heaved and bucked and twis­ted and came and came and came. Her come was 
run­ning down the in­sides of her silky thighs in sheets. The bed­room was flooded with the 
musky odor of her un­stop­pable come. Her mind was a blaze of feel­ing and ec­stasy that 
she couldn’t turn off.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, and then again.

 She was be­ing split open. She was in­cin­er­at­ing and split­ting into heat and 
smoke and ash like an atomic bomb. Her cunt was a witch’s cauldron of spit­ting, boil­ing 
in­gredi­ents.

 Ron chose that mo­ment to come too. He drove his cock into her with trip ham­mer
blows. His long pecker reached for her womb and bruised the in­sides of her cunt with hard, 
bat­ter­ing blows that re­leased Alice’s joys to ex­per­i­ence pleas­ure.

 Alice’s voice rose and fell. Ron cried out, too. His voice was thin­ner and more 
sav­age. He was a male, vent­ing his strength on the fe­male’s sub­missive body.

 Alice reared back, try­ing to swal­low every mil­li­meter of his prick with the juice 
drip­ping ass-hole, and at the same time he spewed his hot come up her rectum, flood­ing 
her be­hind with the vi­tal force of life, burn­ing her ass out.

 The cu­cum­ber was jol­ted al­most com­pletely into her dis­ten­ded snatch and 
Alice thought for an in­stant that she would be rup­tured, and she didn’t care. It would be 
that fi­nal pleas­ure. One that could be du­plic­ated in no other way. She was high on sex. 
High on the feel­ings of her own body sur­ging to the beat of her own in­cred­ible sexual 
re­sponses.

 What was hap­pen­ing to her, what had happened, surged through her brain in an 
in­stant re­play of heat and lust. An­imal, sav­age lust. She wanted to be rent from hole to 
hole and she was. She felt like her cunt had torn open and merged with her ass-hole.

 She was one non-stop va­gina from her throb­bing clit to her ex­pan­ded rectum. A
single slit lady. And she was de­li­cious with the in­cred­ible pulse beat of her sexual 
pleas­ure.

 Alice felt her butt filling with hot juice from Ron’s cock and then she sighed and 
fain­ted, miss­ing the fi­nal mo­ment when she fell for­ward and the boy’s pecker pulled out 
of her and jerked spas­mod­ic­ally and shot huge drops of hot sperm onto her sat­iny, creamy
skin.

 Look­ing at Mrs. Brew­ster passed out on the bed un­der his still pulsat­ing cock, 
Ron be­came frightened. She didn’t move when he talked to her. She didn’t stir and he was 
afraid she might have died. Ter­ror made his cock wilt.

 Hast­ily the boy pulled his clothes on. Then he stood in the door­way of her 
bed­room watch­ing her still form for a long time be­fore flee­ing the house.

 Alice awoke, acutely aware of the battered con­di­tion of her body. The cu­cum­ber 
had slipped out of the spread lips of her throb­bing, aching cunt. Her ass-hole was still tender 
from hav­ing Ron’s prick ram­ming in it con­tinu­ously for God only knew how long.

 “Well, Mother, what have you done now?” Jack stood in the door­way.

 “Jack, son,” Alice star­ted to say, then her voice faded. What could she say? It was 
ob­vi­ous to Jack that she had done some­thing. She looked ex­hausted. Her usu­ally creamy 
breasts were dis­colored from the fierce squeez­ing they had been sub­jec­ted to, and most 
con­demning of all, there were se­men stains on the spread.

 “I, I know how it look, son, but I can ex­plain everything.” There was a preg­nant 
pause while Alice waited for a reply that didn’t come.

 “Don’t you have any­thing to say?” she asked her son. Des­per­ately she wrapped 
part of the blanket over her na­ked body. It was em­bar­rass­ing for him to see her like that, 
na­ked and vi­ol­ated. And, Alice had to ad­mit to her­self, guilty of a ter­rible, wicked sin.

 “There’s noth­ing to say, Mother,” Jack said. “I’m wait­ing for your ex­plan­a­tion.” 
Sud­denly Alice began to cry co­pi­ously. Her sobs rent her body and made her shud­der and 
shake with emo­tion. “I can’t darling. There is no ex­plan­a­tion. I’m just that way. Don’t you 
un­der­stand? I thought I made you see what sex is like. It’s not my fault I’m like this. I just 
can’t help it.” Alice’s eyes begged her son to for­give her.

 Con­temp­tu­ously he looked where she covered her cunt. “You’re just a whore, 
Mom.” An­guished, Alice sobbed, “I’m not. Jack, you must be­lieve me. Pun­ish me, but don’t 
say that. I’ll do any­thing, any­thing, to prove I’m not really like that.”

 “Sure Mom.” Jack moved up the bed and stared at her. “I know what you are.” The 
boy’s hand went to his fly and he began open­ing the front of his pants.

 Alice stared at his fin­gers with re­newed hope. Even when he fished in the front of 
his pants and pulled out his pecker, it re­newed her faith that her prayer had been answered. 
Hes­it­antly she reached for the soft, white meat. She wanted to touch his prick.

 He jerked away, though. His hand tightened around his prick and she saw the end 
swell­ing slightly. The hole gaped open in the end. His pecker was jerking slightly.

 “What are you do­ing?” Alice asked at last, as she fi­nally un­der­stood.

 “I’m go­ing to piss on you, Mom. I’m go­ing to pee ail over you.” Alice sat very still 
on the bed and let the blanket fall away from her. A hot flush star­ted in her skin. It ran all 
over her body as the im­pact of his words pen­et­rated.

 Fi­nally she said, “That’s right, son. Pun­ish me for what I’ve done. Pun­ish me!” She 
stared dir­ectly into the single, open­ing and clos­ing eye of Jack’s cock. She shivered with 
repressed ex­cite­ment. He was do­ing the right thing, pun­ish­ing and de­grad­ing her in his 
own way. What could be righter? She’d be pun­ished, and Jack would for­give her.





CHAPTER EIGHT


There was a small drop of yel­low ur­ine gathered on the outer edge of Jack’s piss 
hole. Alice stared at it, fas­cin­ated that he should start to pee so slowly and de­lib­er­ately.

 When it star­ted, the boy’s pee was a solid yel­low stream that arched high into the 
air and des­cen­ded in a hot, spat­ter­ing stream against her soft, quiv­er­ing breasts.

 Alice moaned and cupped her breasts in her hands, ex­pos­ing her nipples to the 
solid spray of ur­ine that tingled hotly on her flesh. Her nipples grew hard un­der the 
bom­bard­ment and Alice ripped the cov­ers en­tirely away from her body and ex­posed 
her­self com­pletely to Jack’s pun­ish­ment.

 As the pee stopped, dwind­ling to a few last drops, Alice leaned over the edge of 
the bed and wrapped her lips around the boy’s throb­bing, swell­ing prick.

 Eagerly her fin­gers stripped up and down the soft length of his prick. She loved the
soft feel of his cock skin slid­ing un­der her fin­gers. The slick­ness of his cock­head in her 
mouth turned her on. Slowly at first, then faster and faster she began to pump her lips up and 
down his stiff rod.

 His cock jabbed at the back of her throat. She moaned and grabbed his hips and 
pulled him to her. Then she was fall­ing back in bed and he was fol­low­ing his cock as it drew
him after her.

 Alice didn’t know how it happened. One mo­ment she was lean­ing half off the bed 
to suck her son’s throb­bing dick, and the next mo­ment she was on her back star­ing up at 
his balls as they dangled just above her eyes. His cock was a solid stick of candy pop­ping 
sweetly into her mouth. She could only suck on it. And suck and suck and suck.

 “Mmmmm,” she moaned around the prick between her suck­ing lips. She had felt 
the first touch of her son’s fin­gers on her crotch-between her thighs. He was bur­row­ing his 
fin­ger­tips into the hot pit of her sex hole and she floated on the sud­den sen­sa­tion. At the 
same time she spread her hot thighs. They were both on fire, seared by the aw­ful heat of her 
build­ing lust and in­sa­ti­able pas­sion.

 For­got­ten was the prickly heat of her son’s piss drum­ming against her pussy lips. 
In­stead, Alice was filled with the frantic heat of her de­sire. Her hairy pussy was a boil­ing 
cauldron of lech­er­ous de­sire. She put her hands on his body and urged his head down. 
Down!

 Jack res­isted.

 His head was over the gap­ing cav­ern of his mother’s cunt. He could look into the 
mys­ter­i­ous crack of her sex. The thick, fleshy lips were pink-lined, al­most del­ic­ate in­side 
com­pared to their gross fat­ness on the ex­ter­ior.

 His tongue ached to plunge into that honey hole. He knew it was wrong, yet the boy
thrilled to the idea.

 Al­though his nos­trils were filled with the strong, ac­rid odor of his own ur­ine, Jack
also smelled the heavy scent of his mother’s sex. It rose from her hot box and filled his 
nos­trils with the ob­vi­ous no­ti­fic­a­tion of his mother’s un­tamed sexual pas­sion.

 He was be­ing torn apart by his mother’s mouth twist­ing and turn­ing on his stiff 
pecker. Her hands slid lov­ingly over his vel­vety balls build­ing a charge of elec­tri­city in 
them-that threatened to rip through his body.

 Jack couldn’t help him­self. He hated his mother for mak­ing him so weak. Yet he 
plunged his red, youth­ful tongue into her twitch­ing snatch and sank it to the hilt.

 “Yahhh,” Alice screamed around his plunging prick. She was ec­static. When her 
son’s pound­ing tongue lanced into her, it star­ted her va­gina writh­ing and twist­ing with 
un­sus­pec­ted power and force. She sucked hard on his throb­bing cock. She pulled 
des­per­ately on it with her mouth, lick­ing it mer­ci­lessly with her tongue.

 Jack could barely move against the sud­den fury of his mother’s oral at­tack. His 
tongue was held firm by her clamp­ing, slimy va­ginal muscles. He stroked it in and out and 
flicked the tip hard against her en­larged clit. The pale pink nub­bin shivered each time he hit 
it with his tongue and Alice re­spon­ded through­out her en­tire body.

 Mostly her lips tightened around her son’s cock. She pulled harder at his sex tool 
with her mouth. She squeezed her own breasts with her hands and pinched her own nipples, 
ima­gin­ing it was her son do­ing that. Higher and higher she rose in her sexual fantasy. She 
was be­ing car­ried aloft on an ex­cess of pas­sion.

 But some­thing was wrong. The hard, steady throb of his cock in her mouth-the 
reg­u­lar pump­ing of his thick tongue in her twat-it was all im­possible. She knew it had to 
be an il­lu­sion. It couldn’t be hap­pen­ing be­cause it was too gross and evil.

 Jack raised his head. His tongue left her twat empty like a vault yearn­ing to be 
filled. “Pm com­ing,” he howled. “I’m com­ing, com­ing, mother!”

 Alice slurped hap­pily.

 The boy’s thick load spilled into her mouth. It filled her cheeks and she gulped and 
swal­lowed and lux­uri­ated in the taste of her son’s come.

 He was ex­hausted by his pump­ing cock. Jack swung his leg off the bed and 
ig­nored his mother as his soft pecker pulled limply from her still suck­ing lips. He was dry and
the touch was ir­rit­at­ing.

 “That’s good, Jack. That’s good, baby,” Alice mumbled. She smiled and her tongue 
licked the last traces of his come from her full, cush­iony red lips. She didn’t really see her son.
Alice was dazed. She was over­loaded by the de­mands that had been made on her.

 She was lit­er­ally in a wak­ing dream-un­able to sep­ar­ate real­ity from fantasy 
and what had happened made everything even more un­real. “More,” she mumbled.

 Jack stood and looked at his mother writh­ing na­kedly on the bed. “I’ll give you 
more,” he said men­acingly. “I’ll fill your fuck­ing cunt, Mother.” He turned and pulled his 
pants on and star­ted out the door. His mother lay quietly in the bed and smiled after him as 
if she un­der­stood ex­actly what the boy had in mind-and ap­proved.

 Alice was in a light sleep when Jack came back. She was on her back, smil­ing at the 
ceil­ing, her body in prac­tic­ally the same po­s­i­tion it had been in when he left. She looked 
con­ten­ted.

 The sat­is­fied ex­pres­sion on her face hardened the boy’s re­solve. He knew what 
it was that he was go­ing to do. Open­ing the bed­room door all the way, he mo­tioned with 
his head and Marty walked into the bed­room right after him. Marty was a little nervous.

 “It’s all right,” Jack whispered. “She said we could do any­thing. Just to wake her up 
when we came back with a little sur­prise. You dig?” Jack winked at Marty.

 The big­ger boy looked doubt­ful and then grinned. “Sure,” he said, “I dig.” Quickly 
the two boys stripped, throw­ing their cloth­ing haphaz­ardly around the bed­room. Alice 
slept on, not even wak­ing to com­pare the dif­fer­ence between her son’s gor­geous cock 
with its limber, pale shaft and Marty’s thicker, older look­ing root.

 Jack looked across his mother’s gently heav­ing tits. “I want her ass,” he said, “You 
already got it in the swim­ming pool. This time it’s mine.”

 Marty nod­ded, and then the two boys went into ac­tion as if they had re­hearsed it.

 Jack helped roll Alice on her side and fa­cing Marty. He wrapped his fin­gers around
her lush thighs and draped her warm flesh over Marty’s hip. And then he watched in 
fas­cin­a­tion as Marty wiggled against her. His red-headed cock pressed warmly against her 
pussy lips. Jack was en­thralled to watch how it slid in inch by gentle inch. Marty had a long 
cock and it kept slid­ing between Alice’s two, puffy lips and up into her body.

 “Wow,” Jack said. He for­got his an­ger at Marty for fuck­ing his mother first. The 
boy for­got everything ex­cept the slow ad­vance of Marty’s prick un­til it was stopped by 
be­ing full length in Alice’s pussy.

 Jack could hardly be­lieve what he was see­ing. His mother’s pussy hair was tightly 
mingled with Marty’s lighter crotch hair. Her soft cunt lips sucked out around the boy’s stiff 
prick, stopped only the swell of his balls. “Wow,” Jack said again and began strok­ing his cock 
with his hand to get it ready.

 Everything was fuzzy and soft feel­ing in Alice’s head as she woke from her sleep. 
She re­membered what had happened with Jack and she was so ashamed she could have 
died. She still felt the line of hot piss splat­ter­ing off her body and cunt, heat­ing her sex 
or­gans to an in­can­des­cent fury.

 But she also felt some­thing else. Some­thing more real and im­me­di­ate. There 
was some­thing play­ing with her cunt. And it felt like a beau­ti­ful some­thing.

 Alice jol­ted to aware­ness in small, horny stages. At first she was aware of the boy’s 
fin­gers play­ing with her cunt. Then the nat­ural slow move­ment of his mon­ster prick into 
her slot was a. Con­tinu­ous thrill. Gradu­ally she be­came aware of her leg cocked over his 
hip, of the way she thrust her hips for­ward to swal­low more of his prick with her pussy.

 She opened her eyes and groaned with de­lights as she rubbed her na­ked boobs 
against his chest. She had thought she was fucked out, but now she knew bet­ter!

 “Ohhh, Marty,” she said. She opened her lips and pressed them hotly against the 
boy’s mouth. Her tongue snaked between his lips and into his mouth, writh­ing and twist­ing 
in their mingled saliva. Marty lashed back with his own tongue.

 She al­most missed the move­ment be­hind her, the soft slide of a body closer on 
the bed, the arm that wrapped around her chest and the hand that fol­ded over her full tit, 
but there was no miss­ing what happened next. There was no way to miss it! There wasn’t a 
doubt in Alice’s mind that what pressed against her ass-hole was a prick, and she was twice as 
sure when the squirm­ing body be­hind her began to drive it up her ass-hole like it was a nail. 
It hurt. She was dry back there even if her cunt was swampy enough to drown the boy’s cock 
that was in it. The cock jam­ming into her butt hurt.

 “Oh­h­hhh,” she grunted, each move of that cock in her ass-hole an ef­fort on her 
part. She couldn’t ex­plain, but she wanted it. She was still fuzzy with sleep but her cunt felt 
warm and cozy around the sur­prise in­truder. Her butt was also send­ing her 
sig­nals-twinges of pain that were mostly pleas­ure. She moved her hips and was sur­prised to
feel the cock slide into her ass-hole that much easier.

 “Fuck,” Alice moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Alice didn’t have to en­cour­age them. Both
boys were pant­ing hard. Their hips were banging back and forth and she was hav­ing their 
pegs drilled deep into her sex holes.

 “Oh, Marty,” Alice sighed. She felt so good. The boy be­hind her was fi­nally still and
his cock was rammed balls deep into her rear just as Marty’s cock was balls deep into her 
front. She loved the full, stuffed feel­ing she had, even though nobody was mov­ing. She 
loved the sen­sa­tion of two pairs of balls press­ing between her legs.

 “Oh, fuck,” she screamed.

 In a mo­ment, suit­ing her ac­tion to her words, Alice was flail­ing her hips back and
forth in reck­less aban­don. She thrilled to the saw­ing mo­tion of the cock in and out of her 
rectum in a kind of gen­tle­man’s agree­ment with the cock in her cunt.

 She was al­ways be­ing fucked, front or back, and en­joy­ing the cease­less flow of 
fuck sen­sa­tions through her whole body.

 She was a sexual torch, light­ing the way. Alice wished, at that mo­ment, that every 
wo­man could be fucked by two young cocks at one time. Her ass-hole was sore. But it had 
been sore be­fore and now it was alive with sexual feel­ing.

 “Harder,” Alice screamed. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” She didn’t know who she was 
scream­ing to. She just wanted to be fucked right, fully and deeply.

 Rap­idly her hips ma­chine gunned back and forth between the two boys. First her 
pussy then her ass-hole and then her pussy was im­paled on the boy’s cocks.

 In and out, in and out, Alice’s world was a blur of mo­tion and feel­ing as her tight 
twat slid up and down over Marty’s pulsat­ing prick and her ass-hole clasped and un­clasped 
her own son’s throb­bing cock. It was ec­stasy. It was the end of everything and very 
be­gin­ning. It’s wicked and evil, Alice thought, and I must be wicked and evil.

 And then she would really ex­per­i­ence those two plunging cocks ream­ing her out
front and back and she would change her mind. It was heav­enly. It was pain and pleas­ure 
and wo­man­hood rolled up into one tre­mend­ous ex­plo­sion that threatened her very 
ex­ist­ence. Alice was groan­ing with pleas­ure and de­light. Harder and harder. She fucked 
the two boys with fury and pleas­ure and loved the hot throb of their cocks slap­ping the end 
of her fuck tun­nel.

 It seemed to Alice she could feel the two pricks in­side her va­gina and ass-hole 
rub­bing against each other. The fric­tion of the move­ment caused her crotch to be­come 
in­can­des­cent, to make her ass-hole and cunt be­gin to boil.

 “Fuck me,” she moaned. It was her fa­vor­ite re­frain. She had burst from her 
co­coon to face her own needs. She wanted to be fucked, hard and of­ten and by every­body.

 She wanted hot cocks up her ass and twat and in her mouth. She needed them! “I’m
go­ing to come,” Marty gasped. The boy was pant­ing. His hips were slow­ing in their 
cease­less hard pound­ing against Alice’s pel­vis. His cock was los­ing some of its buoy­ancy. 
His body against Alice’s was slip­pery with sweat.

 “Don’t,” Alice begged breath­lessly. She didn’t know how long the three of them 
had been fuck­ing and she didn’t care. She wanted it to go on forever and ever.

 When she tired too much she just sort of stopped mov­ing and let the pis­ton­ing 
ef­fects of the boys’ cocks slam­ming into her front and back carry her hips to and fro. Time 
and again she rose to the heights of her cli­max, soar­ing like an eagle es­caped from her 
body, feel­ing the thrusts of the two cocks in her body like the pound­ing of the surf on 
dis­tant rocks.

 More and more Alice rose to such heights. And she stayed there longer and longer. 
Her body and the fuck­ing was noth­ing more than the in­stru­ment to get her there. To 
para­dise. And she didn’t want to come com­pletely down again ever. That was what she 
wanted from life. To soar in sexual ec­stasy. To burn her­self out with her throb­bing cunt.

 “Me too,” Jack sobbed. His hips slapped against Alice’s wide, soft butt and his cock 
shot slip­pery wet into her ass-hole and twis­ted and turned and swelled for the last time. He 
was worn out, too. And he had to shoot his load into his mother’s heav­ing, twist­ing butt. He 
felt like his cock would fall off if he didn’t.

 “Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” Marty panted.

 His arms tightened con­vuls­ively around Alice’s body. His head dipped down and 
his lips and teeth fastened hard to one of her ripe, hard nipples and crushed and pulled and 
sucked at it as he ground his cock up her juicy twat.

 Alice quivered to the trans­mit­ted ex­cite­ment of his body. The boy was try­ing to 
cram everything up her twat, even his balls, and she tried to help. She wanted it that way. Her 
hips pulled for­ward and she willed her already stretched pussy lips to open wider.

 Jack, at the same time, felt his mother’s ass-hole pulling at his root. And it was too 
much. He heaved against her. His pecker drilled into the hot, mushy depths of her ass and 
then the boy was trem­bling with an un­con­trolled fever.

 His prick jerked and throbbed in her but­ton­hole while it poured out cups full of 
his hot come.

 Alice groaned as she felt her butt get­ting the hot en­ema of the boy’s come. At the 
same mo­ment, or an in­stant later, Marty jerked and shook against her and he, too, was 
filling her with a li­quid trib­ute. Alice swelled in­side.

 She was a saus­age be­ing stuffed with hot pleas­ures! For a long, quivery time Alice
and the boys lay to­gether as a single lump of sexual con­tent­ment.

 The ten­sion drained from her and was re­placed by a sort of ma­ter­nal love for the
two boys. Their hot, na­ked flesh was a com­fort against her body. Their hands on her tits and 
but­tocks and thighs re­as­sured her that it had all been real, not a dream.

 Gently she dis­en­gaged her­self from the two boys and got out of bed.

 The mir­ror re­vealed to Alice that she was a mess. She hadn’t es­caped the 
rav­ages of al­most con­tinu­ous sex through­out the day without be­ing marked by it this 
time.

 Stream­ers of se­men trailed down Alice’s thighs front and back. They tickled 
run­ning across the flesh. Her breasts were sore and swollen. Red marks marred the sur­face 
where Marty had bit­ten her tits, or where Jack had squeezed with his hand and fin­gers as he 
vig­or­ously fucked her ass-hole.

 Even the area between her but­tocks where her son had rammed his pecker into her
was dis­colored. Her cunt lips were pen­du­lous and looked used.

 Alice was half dis­mayed by her own ap­pear­ance. But her dis­may was tempered 
by con­tent­ment. She had un­der­gone the most severe fuck­ing pos­sible and loved every 
mo­ment of it.

 The vis­ible signs of that fuck­ing were like honor badges or medals.

 Her think­ing was still muddled and her cunt was so sore that it pro­tested as she 
walked. Her anus also felt as if some­thing was still rammed up it.

 Gingerly Alice man­aged to find her way into the bath­room and turned on the 
shower. When it was so hot it was steam­ing, she plunged un­der it and re­strained her cries 
of pain.

 The hot wa­ter beat against her skin, wash­ing off the se­men stains and turn­ing 
her lob­ster pink all over. The marks and dis­col­or­a­tions of her skin all faded away into the 
uni­form pink and the pain­ful flush of hot pleas­ure that covered her whole body.

 Alice real­ized then that she was still horny-but even more tired. While stand­ing 
un­der the drum­ming spray of wa­ter from the shower, she douched her­self-front and back. 
The hot wa­ter pour­ing into her rectum had its pre­dict­able res­ult. She had to scramble for 
the shower to the toi­let and groan as her shit pressed the battered walls of her anus.

 When it was over, she felt so drained she could have gone to sleep sit­ting on the 
white toi­let bowl. But she forced her­self to stand up.

 She tip­toed past the two boys sleep­ing in the middle of the king-sized bed she 
nor­mally shared with her hus­band. Quietly, she let her­self out of the bed­room and went 
down the hall to Jack’s room where she let her­self in and stretched out on his bed. Even as 
she was sink­ing down into blessed sleep, Alice had the aw­ful feel­ing that she had 
for­got­ten some­thing. But she told her­self, it couldn’t really mat­ter, noth­ing mattered.

 At least, noth­ing mattered to Alice at that mo­ment more than the sleep she was 
miss­ing. She closed her eyes and shut off her last con­tact with real­ity as she slipped into a 
fantasy dream world of cocks and cunts and un­end­ing fuck­ing.

 When she woke, Alice was covered with sweat. She quaked with the dread she had 
ex­per­i­enced over and over in her sleep. That her hus­band had walked in on her fuck­ing 
her son and his friend-and en­joy­ing it with all the force of her be­ing. That was the worst 
part. Alice loved her hus­band. Yet she couldn’t seem to make her­self act like it. She was torn 
by the com­pul­sion of sexual de­sire and her very real emo­tional at­tach­ment to Al­len. She
loved the slip­pery slick and glide of his cock in her well-lub­ric­ated cunt. She was ec­static 
when he put his tongue in her hot cleft and sucked her hole or nibbled at her tre­mend­ous 
clit­oris. But she couldn’t help her­self.

 Alice loved little boys. Nice, sweet big-cocked or little-cocked little boys. She loved 
to suck their sweet little cocks or, even lick their ass-holes and feel their little hands play­ing 
with her tit­ties and her crotch.

 She died to feel their cocks squeez­ing into her hairy pussy, and when they were too
small for that, to rub against the tender open­ing of her ass-hole, and she didn’t know how 
she could ever ex­plain that to Al­len.

 He was a psy­cho­lo­gist. But, and it was fact, that made Alice break out into a cold 
sweat, he was also a man. What would he say if he ever dis­covered that she did such things 
with chil­dren? In fact, with his own son?

 Alice shivered with the mord­ant fear that en­vel­oped her. She had some­thing to 
be afraid about and she knew it. Her crotch was sweaty-and not with her in­sa­ti­able de­sire.

 The other thing she had real­ized was what she had not done. She had left the two 
boys sprawled out in the se­men and piss stained bed. Com­pletely na­ked. And she had no 
idea when Al­len would be home. His hours were er­ratic, but she glanced at the cur­tained 
win­dow and her heart plummeted. Out­side, it was dark already.

 That meant, and Alice tried to pull her dis­or­i­ented thoughts to­gether, that it was 
al­most seven. Seven. It would be a mir­acle if Al­len wasn’t already home. Alice felt her heart 
pump. It was too late already. It had to be, and it was the end of her mar­riage.

 “No,” Alice screamed. She ran to the door and threw it open and ran down the hall 
to her own room. She jerked the door open and ran in, ex­pect­ing to see the two boys on the
bed still sleep­ing off their sexual ex­haus­tion just as she had been do­ing.

 Her mouth slumped open. There was noth­ing on the bed. The cov­ers and sheets 
were gone and the mat­tress was covered by its pristine white mat­tress cover.

 Feel­ing flooded Alice’s body. Re­lief. The boys had cleaned up the room and left it 
spot­less-and all she had to tell Al­len was that she star­ted chan­ging the beds and then she 
had fallen asleep in Jack’s room.

 Re­lief flooded Alice and she al­most went back out the door to see if Al­len was 
down­stairs. And then she re­membered she was prac­tic­ally na­ked-prac­tic­ally! Alice 
stared down at her­self in hor­ror. She was stark na­ked. She wasn’t covered by a single shred 
of de­cency.

 As she des­per­ately rum­maged through her draw­ers for panties and a bra and 
then pulled on a soft, knit dress, Alice was thank­ful to note that her skin was soft and 
beau­ti­ful look­ing as it had al­ways been. Even the most ob­vi­ous marks made by her 
im­pas­sioned love mak­ing had dis­ap­peared.

 That was im­port­ant.

 Be­cause Alice had re­solved in her mind to make it all up to Al­len that night. To 
give him the kind of fuck­ing he could never get any­where else ever-even if she was sore and
in agony.

 It would be her pen­ance!

 She swore it to her­self, and she swore that never again would she stray.

 Dressed, she swirled in front of the bed­room mir­ror, acutely con­scious of her own
lush beauty. The way her breasts bulged out the ma­ter­ial of her blouse, the way her hips 
caused her skirt to flare and stretch were an in­vit­a­tion to any man. And Alice meant it to be 
a spe­cial in­vit­a­tion to her hus­band.

 As if read­ing her thoughts, the door popped open and Al­len looked in. He stared 
at Alice for a mo­ment as if be­mused, as if he hadn’t ex­pec­ted to see her there and he was 
sur­prised.

 “Oh,” he said. “I didn’t think you were home.” He paused. “I was wor­ried.”

 “I’m sorry, dear.” Alice smiled, a ra­di­ant, sexual smile. “I, I was chan­ging beds and 
I sort of fell asleep in Jack’s room. I’m sorry, darling.”

 “Oh, it’s okay,” Al­len said. “I was just wor­ried. You don’t usu­ally go out without 
leav­ing a note or telling me.” He looked at her and Alice could see the lust in his eyes. His 
gaze swept up and down the smooth curves of her body re­vealed by the dress. “Do you think
we could take up where we left off this morn­ing-be­fore din­ner, honey?” Alice felt her­self 
melt­ing. Her cunt was hot with the fe­ver­ish­ness of de­sire. She was sore and yet she 
wanted noth­ing more than to have her hus­band fuck the shit out of her.

 “Yes, darling,” she whispered. “A thou­sand times yes!” Alice pressed her­self against
him and res­ted her hot lips on his. She quivered with an­ti­cip­a­tion as his hand slipped to 
the in­sides of her quivery thighs and stroked up and down on her hot, dewy flesh.

 His fin­gers were close to her cunt lips. They were hot and dry. They were so dry 
they were gritty as if a desert wind had blown across them.

 Al­len’s hand was cup­ping her crotch. His fin­gers were hold­ing the swollen, soft 
flesh of her twat lips in a firm em­brace and it sent shocks of pleas­ure shoot­ing through 
Alice’s body. She ima­gined she could feel a trace of mois­ture start­ing in her pussy.

 “Yes, darling, yesss,” she moaned. She writhed and twis­ted her cunt in his hand. It 
felt so won­der­ful that she wanted it to go on forever. She thrilled to the soft touch of his 
fin­gers over the but­tery soft­ness of her pen­du­lous cunt lips. “Hold me,” she softly cried.

 Squirm­ing in her hus­band’s firm em­brace, Alice man­aged to shake off the dress 
after slip­ping the zip­per down her back. The knit ma­ter­ial peeled off like a clingy skin 
down to her waist. The bra snaps popped loose and the cups fell away from her firm, cream 
skinned breasts.

 Al­len wasted no time.

 His hand rose to cup her tits. His fin­gers closed firmly on the pro­ject­ing nipples 
while his other hand played with the ex­cited flesh of her pussy.

 Alice was in heaven. She squirmed her hips and used her hands to push her own 
panties down her thighs. The once suave dress was a bunch of rumpled ma­ter­ial bil­low­ing 
around her waist. She was in love.


 THE END
