XE-562  A Curious Family
(Mark Jackson)


FOREWORD 

At any given moment, the majority of the people in the United States 
probably are experiencing some sort of transitory sex problem. It is 
something that occurs in a single period or moment of a day or a month or a 
year, and usually takes care of itself. But sometimes people need help with 
their problems. 

This novel is a proof once again that no matter how skilled the 
professional, he can be too close to the problem himself to really grapple 
with it. Such is the case of Annie Brownwell, a woman with the not 
completely unnatural yen for sex with young boys, and her psychologist 
husband. 

As Annie loses control she is drawn into a web of circumstances which, 
though they may appear farfetched, are tame in comparison to the truth 
related on a psychologist's couch. 

The fact that the problem develops, that incest and pedophilia become the 
disoriented base of this woman's life, is simply proof that help is not 
rendered as readily as condemnation. There is no longer reason to let people 
suffer as Annie must in this completely humanistic novel of what happens 
between a psychologist and his disturbed wife. 

Although the duty of the author is that of drawing the clear values out of a 
murky human situation, and crystallizing them so that the lesson is clear to 
every reader, this does not mean a book must end with murder or turmoil. It 
can also end with dignity and make the point plain. 

This is a book about a desperate situation in America, but we hope it is not 
a desperate book. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Annie posed in front of the mirror and twirled quickly left, then right, 
making her skirt swirl up around her hips revealing she had saucy buttocks 
as well as shapely legs. What am I getting all excited for? Annie asked 
herself. It's only a birthday party for my son. There aren't going to be any 
guests over fourteen or fifteen. Why should they even be looking at me? 

But as she whirled in front of the mirror, Annie Brownwell knew her answer. 
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 Annie 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. Annie loved 
to be desired. She lived in her fantasies-in their fantasies. 

It was no accident that her mini-dress was really mini. There was lots of 
nice, tanned flesh around the edges. The tops of her breasts 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 breasts 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 obvious 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 Annie 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. 

Annie shivered. She was thinking those thoughts again. She knew it was a 
compulsion. Even when she'd been Arthur's patient-before he'd married 
her-they'd both realized how important it was that she control them. 

Annie 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. 

"Oooo," 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 Annie on. She felt her nipples stiffen and pop out 
against the smooth pink and green silken material of her dress. Annie 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, Annie 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 Annie, and she couldn't resist. 

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

Feeling shot through her body. The wonderful feeling of her own finger 
invading her love hole was all it took for Annie 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. 

"Mmmmm," 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 Annie, 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, flush with excitement, didn't look like her hair 
on her face anymore. 

"More," Annie 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 vagina was enough to 
increase her frantic pleasure. 

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

"Aaagghhh," 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. 

"Yyyyieee," 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. Brownwell." 

The boy smiled at her and Annie felt all gooey inside. He was about five 
foot six inches tall, about her own height, but nice and muscular. His face 
was pleasant, almost pretty, and he had the softest looking long blond hair 
Annie had ever seen. She was very tempted to run her fingers through it, but 
hurriedly pushed the thought aside. 

"Come on in, Mickey," she said and smiled. Mickey Grant was sort of a 
stranger. Jerry had brought him home once and introduced him as the school 
track star, but Annie really knew nothing about the boy. He was new in the 
neighborhood. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Brownwell." He smiled again and slipped past Annie. 

She couldn't help it. His smooth, bare arm pressed lightly against Annie's 
bosom and she 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 Mickey's face. The boy 
was too young to have felt her breast on purpose. He was only fourteen or 
fifteen himself! 

Desperately Annie shrugged off the overwhelming sense of sexuality that had 
enveloped her ever since she started thinking about the party that morning. 
As she followed Mickey 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 
Arthur knew how this party would affect her. And if he cared. 

"Hurry up, Mom." Jerry was standing impatiently by the cake. The candles 
were lighted and wax was running onto the icing. The other boys, Tom, Ralph 
and Billy stood around the table as if impatient for the party to be over. 
Sometimes it worried Annie that his 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 
Annie knew what it was like to be sexually abnormal. 

She squeezed in between the boys. Unconsciously, it seemed, she'd picked a 
spot between Mickey and Ralph. 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. 

Mickey was staring at the cake and at Jerry, innocent in his concentration. 
Annie 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 Mickey's leg 
against hers made Annie 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. Annie knew it would be a beautiful penis. 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, Jerry," she said. "Make a wish and blow the candles out." 

"Okay, Mom." Jerry 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. 

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

Annie didn't say anything. She was hot where the boy had touched her and she 
sort of wished he'd touch her tits again. Annie 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 Annie 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 ... 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 Mickey to have sex 
helped strengthen Annie'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 penis was little. 

Annie realized that it had been a long time since she last saw Jerry without 
any clothes. She didn't know how big the penis 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. 

Annie stood quietly in the background as the boys ate their cake and ice 
cream and clowned around, giving Jerry his presents. They didn't seem to 
notice her and Annie 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, 
Annie 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. Annie 
wanted to cry. Desperately. It would be almost as terrible as Annie herself 
having to admit she was one-a sexually uncontrolled female. 

Even Arthur didn't call her that-not yet. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

After dinner, the kids had started their game of Blind Man's Bluff. It was a 
good thing that Arthur was in Chicago for the night. Annie 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 Mickey's crotch, about the 
bulge that had appeared in his pants as he rubbed against her as they stood 
around the birthday cake. 

Annie 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 ... I 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 ... 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. Annie was enthralled with the idea of seeing the 
boy's slick young peter. 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. 

Annie shivered. It wasn't just seeing that she wanted. It was doing, too. 
She wanted his hot, mother-fucking prick in her cunt. She wanted to squeeze 
her twat tight 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 Annie knew it was the true desire in her life. Even Arthur 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 Ralph to find her, Annie 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, Annie debated making it easy for Ralph 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 others at the show the 
following night. 

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

Annie 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 shivered. 
"Ralph?" she hissed. 

"No, Mrs. Brownwell. It's me, Mickey." The boy's whispered reply was low and 
husky and it started a tremulous feeling along Annie'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 
Mickey. 

"Come on," he said, "we've got to get moving. Ralph will be coming down the 
hall any minute and we can't let him catch us here." 

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

Mickey steered her across the room and Annie 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, kingsized bed in the center of the 
blacked out room and Annie felt herself falling. Falling forward against his 
soft, warm flesh and the spongy mattress that cuddled them together in the 
middle of the bed. 

"Christ, what did I trip on?" the boy said unhappily. 

"The bed." Annie 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 and 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 Mickey. 

The boy shifted on the bed and it seemed that unconsciously he had moved so 
his leg rubbed more enticingly against her vagina. "No," he said. "It's a 
good place." 

"On the bed?" Annie 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 or his mouth or his 
cock without anything in between. 

"Sure," Mickey whispered. "He'll never think of feeling across the bed. 
Ralph 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, Mickey shifted his 
hand down from her tits to her hip. 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. 

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

In the darkness of the bedroom, Annie was acutely conscious of Mickey'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. 

"Shhhh. Don't move," Mickey whispered. His hand clamped down on her hip and 
his fingers slipped against her rounded buttock. Annie 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 
hip and his fingers trailed sensuously across her thigh, dipping down the 
front of her dress into the natural depression of her crotch. 

"Don't," Annie said urgently. "D-d-don't do that, Mickey...." 

Suddenly, it was perfectly clear to Annie 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. 

"Ooooh, Mickey," Annie 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 hers and Annie 
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. 

Mickey 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. Mickey had seen enough of those legs before the party 
really got going to turn him on. Mrs. Brownwell 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. 

Annie'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 of Mickey's 
fingers against her naked crotch was driving her wild. Each of his fingers 
was like a hot penis 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. Annie 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 Mickey back and writhed her body frantically against his. 
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 Annie was irrationally jealous of the boy's other 
girlfriends. There had to be others because of the easy way he seemed to 
have with his fingers spreading the petals of her twat and shagging his hot 
little finger in and out of her gasping cunt. 

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

"Fuck me, Mickey," she sobbed. She pulled her lips away from his and fended 
off his kisses. 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 Annie was that she got them open. 

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

Annie 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. Annie 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 and in until it was turning her inside out. 

She was afraid and thrilled at the same time. She wanted him to fuck her 
deep, 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. Annie 
knew they were stuffed with his cum and that he'd squirt like a fire hose 
inside her sweltering pussy. 

Her whole body tingled. As she squeezed Mickey'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 vagina 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," Annie sobbed. 
"Don't tease me. I'm ready now." 

Mickey 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. Brownwell?" 

"I'm ready," Annie cried. "I'm ready for you to fuck me." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

In the darkness, Annie 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 couldn'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, 
Annie would still have let Mickey put his virile young cock up her twat. 

"Thread the needle," she moaned. "Thread the needle." 

In her mind's eye, Annie 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 titties. And then 
her loins were also cool. Mickey 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 tits and then back again. He played with 
her sex hole, his fingers teasing it and then squeezing her rigid clitoris 
with half-playful promises. His hands clasped her breasts and coned them 
some more until her nipples were hard points. His hot tongue licked them and 
then he sucked her soft titties 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. 

"No." Panic flashed through Annie'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 Annie to 
imagine or condone. "No," she half-sobbed. "I'll ... I'll leave this room if 
you do...." 

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

The feel of Mickey's body on hers in the darkened bedroom was sheer heaven. 
Annie 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 cum 
lubricating his skin. He was getting slippery, ready to plunge his penis 
into a tight, hot hole. And Annie 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 clitoris 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. 

"Ooooooo." 

His cock had struck the right place, that swampy pit between her hot thighs. 
Immediately Annie raised her legs straight up in the air and clamped them 
tight around Mickey'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 ... innocent about it. At least, it 
seemed that way to Annie. 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. 

"Mmmmmphhh," 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 Annie 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 Mickey couldn't understand her cry. She was trying to 
say, "more", but the hot invasion of Mrs. Brownwell'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 penis deeper and deeper into the fiery 
furnace of her twitching twat. His pecker, like his tongue, was ringed by 
hot, sucking lips. 

Mickey didn't have to be told, "more" he knew what to do without being 
asked. 

Annie 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 breasts into hard, battered mounds of warm flesh. 

"That's the way," she cried between clenched teeth. "Do it some more, 
Mickey. I love it like that. Don't stop. Don't STOP. Please, more, more, 
MORE" 

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

To Annie, 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 Annie's twisting, throbbing hips was a triumph to Mickey. 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. 

"Damn," he sighed as his pelvis pounded down and against Annie'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 clasp 
on it was so firm it was mind bending. 

"Ohooooo, uh, ohooo," Annie squealed. His big pecker 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," Annie cried. "Deeper. Deeper. Fuck me deeper." 

Mickey dug his knees into the yielding surface of the bed and plunged harder 
and harder against Annie'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 penis was going to be burned off by 
the heat of her hole. As he slammed into her, feeling Annie 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 peter. His balls pounded like soft, water filled balloons 
between her spasming legs. Her crotch was fevered, sweaty. Mickey was 
plunging in and out of a bottomless swamp. His penis couldn't reach bottom 
no matter how hard he strained and stretched. 

Annie 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 Mickey plunged his hard cock into her slit, like the 
wind was being driven out of her and Mickey was frightened that he had hurt 
Mrs. Brownwell. But he had done something far from it. His pulverizing cock 
in her pouting cunt had practically shaken Annie loose of her sense. All 
that concerned her was the boy's hard rod. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeee," she screamed feverishly. 

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

"Faster," Annie 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 Mickey'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 least 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, Annie would soar on sexual wings. It would be the next best thing 
to heaven. Or even hell. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Brownwell, I can't hold it. I can't." Mickey's voice 
lifted in a high-pitched whine as his hips flailed faster between her legs. 

Annie 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, Annie wished she could 
stuff those up her crack, too. 

"I'm coming, Mrs. Brownwell. I'm coming." 

Mickey twisted and writhed in the hot grip of Annie'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 of him and going down his thighs. 

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

Mickey felt the movement and responded. "I'm coming," he shouted again and 
threw himself against Annie as hard as he could. His chest bucked against 
her soft, quivery breasts. His legs skidded wildly between Mrs. Brownwell's 
tight gripping thighs. His cock rammed with full force up her spasming, 
begging, drooling cunt.... 

"Ohooooo," Annie cried as she felt him penetrating her to her deepest 
recess. 

"Fuck!" Mickey 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 grownup 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 penile hole. 

Annie, 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. 

Mickey was coming. His cum 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 Annie practically swooned as it was happening. 

"More, more, more," she crooned happily as she felt Mickey'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. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Annie's head snapped up with a start. Mickey'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 Mickey. It was somebody 
else in the bedroom with the two of them and Annie 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, Ralph, entered the bedroom looking for 
them and found them like they were? Naked, twined together. She could feel 
Mickey'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 Annie. 

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

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

Annie almost giggled, it was so funny. She and Mickey 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 intents and 
purposes true. And in the meantime, Ralph was stumbling around like a blind 
bear in the darkness. Mickey had been absolutely right. 

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

Slowly, painstakingly, Annie 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 Annie. 

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

Slowly Annie bowed her head over the teenager's symbol of male dominance. 

Mickey stiffened at first. He too heard Ralph probing around the comers of 
the room. But when he felt Annie's cotton soft mouth, slick with her hot 
saliva, close over the end of his throbbing hot peter, 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 for it to happen to him for the 
first time. He was exhilarated by the fact that Ralph was in the room close 
enough to watch and see everything if the light was on. The thought made his 
penis extra hard. 

Annie 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. Brownwell'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. 

Annie moved down on the bed and eagerly cradled Mickey'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. Mickey 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." 

Annie and Mickey didn't move. They froze together, even though Mickey'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. Annie 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, Annie faced a new kind of challenge. To 
drive the boy crazy even as he was doing, finger fucking her cunt-yet keep 
him quiet. 

Mickey's finger twisted and turned in Annie's twat. She heard Ralph 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 Mickey's 
fingers were becoming more impossible as he realized what he was doing with 
them-jamming into her tight twat with them and twisting and squeezing her 
pink clitoris 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, Mickey 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 Annie's body in a continuous wave. And what made 
it even more intense was the knowledge that Ralph 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 Mickey's cock with her teeth, Annie nipped and worried at it 
causing it to swell and lengthen in her hot mouth. Her tongue wrapped around 
it and Annie was atremble with the knowledge that she was actually sucking 
the teenaged boy off. All the times 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, ungnarled 
boy's penis and hoping-praying that he would ejaculate in her mouth so that 
she could swallow down the hot river of sweet, youthful semen. 

Cocksucker, Annie 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 Mickey's fingers in her cunt. She 
wanted to tell him to suck her off, but she didn't dare. Ralph was still in 
the room. He'd hear. But Annie was desperate to get the boy going the right 
way. She wanted her climax-her orgasm. 

With one hand she reached down and grabbed Mickey 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 Annie's 
seeping sex. The odor overwhelmed him. Then his lips were rubbing against 
the slick, smooth lips of Annie'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 Annie's mouth and began to French kiss her cunt. 

"Aaahaaahaaah," Annie groaned. The swift, smooth sliding of Mickey's tongue 
between her hair pussy lips into the depths of her aching, quivering vagina 
set Annie's body aflame. His tongue was so hot and firm lancing into her 
hole that Annie wasn't sure she 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 Annie was 
uncontrollable. She didn't care that there was another boy in the bedroom. 
It was enough that Mickey was there. That his hot tongue was there, pushing 
into her crotch, sliding hotly over the folds of her cunt. 

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohh, fuck, fuck meeee," she groaned in ecstasy. 

Mickey 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. Brownwell'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 penis to his mouth, Mickey 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. 

Ralph had stopped moving and the only sounds in the room came from the bed. 

Annie was crying out and bobbing her head frantically up and down on 
Mickey'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. 

Mickey'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. 

"Mmmph," 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. Mickey couldn't 
think about anything else except that. "Suck it," he cried. "Suck it, suck 
it, suck it." 

Annie groaned around the big stalk in her mouth. It stretched her lips way 
out so that she could barely hold his penis 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. 

Mickey's fingers were churning in her cunt. Stretching, tearing, pulling her 
apart. It felt delicious. Annie 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 Ralph moving across the room over the 
blanketing sound of her panting and groaning. Besides, it wouldn't have 
mattered to her anyway-in the state she was in. She heaved her cunt lips 
against Mickey'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 Annie 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 Mickey's tongue slide past her pussy and up between 
her buttocks and rap against her asshole. 

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 asshole, teasing her, and then plunged in like a bar 
of molten steel. 

Sucking desperately on the boy's cock, Annie didn't even cry out. At the 
same time, Mickey had rammed two fingers violently into her convulsing cunt 
and she was flooded with sexual joy. She was coming. COMING. She was being 
split in half between her lush, beautiful thighs and it was tremendous. 

At the same time, Mickey squealed. His cock throbbed and suddenly Annie's 
mouth was bulging with the hot flow of semen 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 Annie was happy. 

And then the light flashed on. 

And Annie, seeing herself in the mirror, choked off a desperate scream of 
agony.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Annie was mortified. There was no other word to describe it. 

Ralph, the sweet dark-haired boy about fourteen or maybe only thirteen, 
stood at the light switch paralyzed by what he saw. Mrs. Brownwell was 
sprawled on the bed with Mickey, 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 Ralph. It was the fact that her lips had 
been wrapped around Mickey's turgid pecker and Ralph could see the telltale 
marks of white cum on her juicy red lips and he knew Mrs. Brownwell had just 
sucked Mickey's pecker off until it exploded in a white hot fountain of 
sticky fluid. 

Ralph 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. Ralph 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 two," the little boy said lamely. 

"Goddamn, get out and look for us somewhere else," Mickey growled at the 
boy. 

"Where?" Ralph 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 Annie's gaping, hairy pussy like he had never seen 
one before. 

Annie'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, Annie knew, that could really justify her 
behavior. 

Mickey'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. 

"Ralphie," 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. 

Annie squirmed and opened her legs wider. Her pussy pulled open with a wet 
smacking sound. Ralph's eyes automatically locked in on the target of her 
cunt lips. 

"You could ... hide with me this next time," Annie said teasingly. 

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

"Would you like to hide with me?" Annie smiled and spread her legs. "Would 
you?" 

"Yeah," Ralph said. He gulped and his adams apple bounced. "I sure would, 
Mrs. Brownwell." He licked his lips again and his eyes returned to the hot 
insides of her thighs. 

Quickly Annie slid off the bed and pulled her clothes on. Some of Mickey's 
gooey semen rolled down the inside of her leg; but she ignored that. "Get 
dressed," she ordered Mickey. The teenaged boy hurried to comply. 

When they were ready, Annie 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 Mickey'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, Ralphie," 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. Annie wanted to nod, too. Ralph was a nice, innocent 
appearing boy with short brown hair and soft blue eyes and a wistful 
expression around his mouth that made Annie 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, 
Annie was absolutely positive of one thing. She and Ralphie 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. 

Annie was smiling by the time she joined the other boys in the game room and 
she was pleased to see that Mickey 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 Ralph kept his mouth shut, so Annie knew everything 
was going to be all right. It really was. 

It was Mickey's turn to be it and when Annie left the game room she smiled 
at her son, Jerry. 

He smiled back at her. "This is really super fun, isn't it Mom?" he asked. 

"Yes, it is, Jerry. I've got to admit, you kids really know how to have 
fun." 

Then Jerry was gone and Annie was slipping through the darkened house and 
right behind her she could hear Ralph, keeping as close to her as she could 
in the darkness. They went through the dining room and Annie was relieved to 
hear her footsteps on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. The curtains iii 
the kitchen were thin and gauzy and a little light came in, just enough so 
Annie could make out the shape of Ralph's body as he stopped next to her. 

"What are we doing in the kitchen, Mrs. Brownwell?" the boy asked. "There's 
no place to hide here. I looked already." 

Annie put her arm out and rested her hand on Ralph'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, Ralph," she said conspiratorially. Annie opened the broom closet 
door and gestured the boy to go in ahead of her. 

"Gee, it's dark in there, Mrs. Brownwell," he said doubtfully. 

Annie slid her hand down his back 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 Annie 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 Ralph stepped into the broom closet, walking gingerly as if he was 
going to trip over something. 

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

Go in further," she commanded Ralph. "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, Annie stopped Ralph 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 lay against him and press her breasts against his back until they 
were flattened out, but Annie 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 Annie didn't think any of the boys groping around in it 
in the dark would step all the way inside. Besides, if Mickey did find them, 
Annie was sure that she could convince him to leave her alone with Ralph for 
a while. It wouldn't be too hard to do, she was sure. 

"Hey," Ralph said uncertainly, "it sure is dark in here, isn't it?" 

"It sure is," Annie whispered in his ear. She leaned against him in the dark 
and her fingers continued to play with his pecker and Annie 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 Ralph was the youngest 
of the boys at the party and his penis 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 Annie 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. 

Annie's cunt was throbbing with fierce desire. She'd been right. Ralph'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 ... and take off your pants." 

Ralph loved the hot feel of Annie's fingers on his cock and when they 
loosened, he hurried to comply with her instructions. He want-ed 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 Ralph was sure of one 
thing-he liked it. And he didn't want it to stop. Not yet. 

Annie 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 to frigging her hole. 

"That's what I like," she moaned. "Finger fuck my cunt. That's the way, 
Ralphie." Annie 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." 

Ralph was ecstatic with Annie's instructions. His fingers burrowed around in 
the tight slick hole between Mrs. Brownwell'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. Brownwell, show me how to fuck. 
I've never done it before. Please, Mrs. Brownwell . . 

Annie felt her heart 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, Annie spread her legs as far as they would go. They bucked up 
against the narrow walls of the closet and she pulled Ralph 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 Annie's nothing happened. 

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

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

Everything Annie 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 pecker making the long glide up her sex tunnel. 

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

The problem was, Ralph was too short-or Annie was too tall. 

Annie couldn't get fucked unless they got together. And for that, Ralph 
needed a pair of elevator shoes.... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Wait," Annie 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 Ralph only a moment to get his hands on her hot, naked butt and 
start squeezing and feeling her round, soft cheeks. 

Annie 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, split 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 Annie wasn't being calmed. 

Cupping her round asscheeks, Ralph's hands ran all over Annie's butt and 
into the crack and even slid enticingly over the puckered anus between her 
cheeks. It convulsed and throbbed when his fingers touched it, and Annie was 
surprised at the heat of her own reaction. She wiggled her fanny impatiently 
and Ralph'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 Annie's backbone. That was 
what she wanted, that hot finger and she moaned softly for him to hear her. 
And then Ralph's finger had glided up the slot of her cunt and was sinking 
into the fleshy swamp of her sex hole. 

"OooooooOOO." 

The sound burst from Annie'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," Annie demanded savagely. "Ram that cock of yours into my cunt, 
Ralphie. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee." She twitched her hips and luxuriated 
in the sensation of his finger plunging involuntarily into her pulsating 
fuck hole. 

"I don't know how," the boy said mournfully. "Really, I don't." 

Annie swayed uncertainly, her wide hips brushing uselessly against the sides 
of the closet. It was too big a confession. She was being consumed by hunger 
for the boy's smooth, slippery penis 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 Ralph 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 juices as 
she guided it toward her ripe cunt lips. Ralph pressed forward until his 
belly was slapping against Annie's naked, upturned butt. And then she had 
him where she wanted him. 

triumphantly, Annie steered the boy's rigid pecker into her sweltering cunt 
hole. 

"Aaaaagghh," the boy groaned. The sound was wrenched out of his mouth as he 
automatically pressed himself tighter against the soft globes of Annie'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 Ralph wanted to let go right away. 

Resolutely the boy restrained himself. He bit his lip as he resisted the 
fantastic pull of Annie'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. Ralph 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 cock for ever and ever. And Ralph suspected 
that Mrs. Brownwell might be disappointed if he shot too fast and had to 
stop too soon. 

Besides, Ralph wasn't only thinking of Annie's desires. The boy stirred his 
penis around in the soggy depths of Annie's cunt and was overwhelmed by the 
buttery feel 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," Annie chanted in a kind of frenzy. She twitched her butt 
and felt the boy's long, slender penis 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 open. 

Harder and harder Annie flailed her hips back, impaling her shamefully 
exposed cunt on the hard nail of Ralph's penis. She sank her passion pit 
around his cock until it hit bottom and his hard, round balls were bouncing 
against her vagina opening and sometimes knocking on the tender nubbin of 
her clitoris. 

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

"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," she gasped with each lunge of her beautiful soft 
buttocks against his hard, young body. His pecker zipped in and out of her 
slit with startling speed. But it was almost like Annie couldn't really feel 
it. There was enough heat and movement to tease her. The in and out sliding 
of his pecker in her sex slit was like a hungry man nibbling on Jello. It 
whet her appetite to have something bigger, 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 her 
throbbing, writhing asshole.... 

Annie knew some women took peckers in their butts. She'd even thought of it 
before, but never seriously. She knew her asshole 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. 

Ralph was oblivious to Annie's unsatiated hunger. His penis was sliding 
wonderfully in the greasy chute of Annie's vagina. He didn't want it to be 
anyplace 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 Mickey's big rod, it would have been. But Ralph didn't 
know that and as his prick slipped and slid through the gooey debris of 
Mickey's semen and her 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 Annie'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. 

Ralph was frantic. The boy .didn't know what to do and he was filled with 
relief when he felt Annie's hot fingers wrap around his sex staff and guide 
it back to its target. 

For a long moment, Ralph 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 the overwhelming warmth 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 penis end and splashed across the room. That's what 
he wanted and in his eagerness, Ralph was determined not to be cheated. 

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

"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh," Annie cried as the burning, plunging length of the 
boy's cunt lubricated pecker ripped deep into her asshole.... 

It wasn't like her cunt. Not at all. Bent over and taking the lancing penis 
directly into her bowel, Annie could really feel it. There was a sharp 
burning around the entrance to her asshole 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 Annie's body. 

I mustn't let him, Annie thought. I mustn't let him fuck my asshole. 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 asshole. 

"Oh, oh, oh," Annie groaned breathlessly as each stab of his hips sent his 
cock sliding up her asshole with railway express speed. It was better than 
her cunt, she told herself wildly. A million times better. Annie couldn't 
resist the savage assfucking 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, MORE!" She 
humped back furiously, twisting Ralph's pecker in her hot rectum. 

She was getting there. Her climax was building in her toes and she was 
getting set to orgasm. All it would take, she knew, was a hot stroke or two 
in her asshole and she'd be there. And she was amazed. She couldn't believe 
that she was going to come because of a penis sliding in and out of her butt 
hole. But she was. She WAS. 

Annie 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 Annie cried out sickly. 

"Just a minute," Mickey said. Then he stepped into the closet and in the 
light of the flashlight Annie could see that he was unbuttoning the front of 
his pants and holding out his penis 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, Annie 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 Ralph's slender cock 
rammed up her sweet, aching asshole and with Mickey's massive prick in her 
mouth, stretching her lips. 

"Please. Please, Mrs. Brownwell, move your ass," Ralph pleaded. "I want to 
come, Mrs. Brownwell, or I'll explode. Honest. Please, please...." 

Annie hesitated only for 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 Mickey's 
hard pecker. She, too was only strokes away from coming. And when Mickey 
bent down and his fingers wrapped around her loose hanging tits and stroked 
her hot nipples, Annie was that much closer to orgasm. Closer and closer. 
Harder and harder her butt pounded back swallowing Ralph's cock until she 
was literally raping the young boy. And then her lips were biting down, her 
asshole was clenching tightly around Ralph's pecker, and she knew she was 
coming for real. Her whole being was experiencing the ultimate pleasure. 

Mickey sensed it before it happened and his fingers cruelly squeezed her 
dangling breasts and diamond hard nipples sending a fantastic surge of 
sexual excitement rolling through her whole body as she-felt Ralph's endless 
semen pouring into her rectum, spraying hotly inside her. Like explosive 
surf against the rocks. 

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

Annie 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 Mickey's cock fell out of her mouth and Ralph's slender, 
loveable penis pulled from her rectum with a soft plop. 

"You're the last ones," Mickey said proudly. "I managed to find all the 
others first." He opened the closet door and let them out into the kitchen. 

Annie 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 Mickey was saying. It buzzed in and out of her head 
like a loud fly. 

"This time it's Jerry's turn to look," Mickey was saying. "So we'll go back 
and then hide together. I've got a place he'll never find us, Mrs. 
Brownwell." 

Annie pulled herself together. "No," she said. 

"But ... but, we've got to," Ralph said. "I'm still hot." 

"No," Annie repeated. She shook her head and knew she had to stick to that. 
She could just see the three of them hiding somewhere, fucking lasciviously 
when her son found them, intertwined. How could she ever face her family 
after that? She couldn't. And, besides, Annie 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 Ralph was plugging her asshole or 
her mouth and spurting his semen in her and on her. She couldn't face that. 

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

The boys groaned, but Jerry 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." 

Annie 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.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When Annie 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. Annie was too torn by guilt and recriminations to wake 
Arthur. 

My God! she thought to herself. I didn't douche. Suppose he rammed his penis 
into me and felt all that goo? Suppose he realized he was fucking in 
somebody else's play pen? 

Annie 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 vaginal opening. 

"Ooooo." 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. Annie 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. 

"God ... 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 weighted 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, Annie 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 feeling that lanced through her. 

"Annie?" The rapping had stopped on the bathroom door. 

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

The voice was Arthur's and Annie 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 had a fit. 

"Yes, Arthur?" Annie was proud of herself. Her voice hadn't quavered. 

"Aren't you done yet? I've got to take a pee, darling." 

Flustered, Annie 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," Arthur said. He winked at her lasciviously. 

Annie 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 breasts 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. 

Arthur licked his lips and Annie 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 Annie'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 Arthur's body it evoked old 
memories in Annie. She remembered how it had plowed numerous times in the 
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. 

Arthur winked. "It's too hard to pee with," he told her jauntily. 

"Is it too hard to do something else?" Annie 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," Arthur said. It was his turn to smile. 

"Well," Annie slid past him toward the bed, Her breasts 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, Arthur? Just look?" Annie 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." Annie opened 
her arms and spread her body out on the bed like an offering to be scooped 
up and carried away. 

Arthur 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," Annie murmured. She didn't want him to stop. She was too 
turned on. Every muscle in her body was twitching from repressed desire. 
Annie 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," Annie responded. "Take them off." 

"Like this?" Arthur's fingers hooked in her waistband and slowly stripped 
the panties down her smooth, long thighs. 

"Ahhhhhhhaaaa," Annie 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 
Annie enjoyed fully. 

The panties were whisked off her legs and over her feet and then Arthur was 
back, leaning over her pelvis. His eyes were trying to penetrate the thick 
hair over her snatch. His fingers riffled the moist hair and exposed the 
bare flesh underneath. 

With anybody else, Annie 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, Arthur." 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 Arthur knew how to do it so that 
she really enjoyed it. 

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

"Touch it. Stick your ... 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. 

Arthur's voice was teasing. "All right, darling," he said. "If you wish." 

Annie squinted her eyes closed and let her breath out in a 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. 

"Ooooooo," Annie 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, Annie's biggest problem was keeping her ass still enough for 
Arthur 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. Annie 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?" Arthur 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," Annie 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, Arthur. I really need it 
now." 

"What other thing?" he asked innocently. His fingers in her snatch slowed. 

Annie raised her head and looked past her naked breasts 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. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You know," she said hoarsely. "Your tongue. Stick your tongue up me." 

Annie fell back onto the bed groaning in ecstasy. Arthur'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 nerve 
between her legs and as they moved he was playing her like a guitar. 

Annie'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 a grip. She was ready for what was going to happen-she 
thought. 

And then Arthur's tongue stroked across the hard bump of her clitoris. Annie 
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 
Arthur's shoulders. 

"Tongue fuck me," she moaned. "Tongue fuck me, Arthur. Give it to me. Stick 
that wet, slimy beautiful tongue up my twat. Oh, I need it, darling, I 
really do." 

Annie 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 
out-thrust spear of cock flesh next to her. Eagerly she began jacking her 
hand up and down on it, crudely but efficiently stoking 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. 

Annie 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, Annie 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 
semen. "Harder. Harder," she gasped and stroked his penis 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. 

Arthur 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, Arthur was holding out. He wanted to shove his hot rod 
into her cool twat. He'd married Annie 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 hangups. 

Launching his sloppy tongue into her grasping cunt, Arthur 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 more than that. And sometimes he felt 
guilty, too. 

Pressing his face against his wife's soft, quivery lower belly and inhaling 
the ripe odor of her cunt, Arthur 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, Arthur," Annie 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. 

Arthur'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. 

Annie 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 wrapped-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. 

"Mmmmmpphh," she mumbled around his probing tongue. 

It was a 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 Ralph and Mickey.... 

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. 

Annie's resolve wavered, however, when Arthur'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 he 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 Annie 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, Annie felt she could fuck forever 
and ever. And it didn't work that way with Arthur. One fuck in the morning 
and he was done 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. Annie's butt squished back and forth as she 
slid her slot on and off of his peter. 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 vagina was a wrenching, beautiful experience. 
When Arthur fucked, she knew she was being properly and truly fucked. 

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

Arthur was quick to comply. His hips sped 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 Annie out of her head. 

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

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

"Now," Arthur panted. "Get ready to come-nowwwwww," he moaned. 

He lunged hard against her and Annie almost swooned as the full length of 
that monster penis 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 Arthur 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 semen. 

"I'm cominggggg," he yelled. And then his hot juice was shooting out of his 
balls and through the long tube of his penis to spray inside his wife's 
warm, fleshy uterus. 

"Ahahahaha," Annie 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 
more semen-and more cock. 

Arthur 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. 

Annie 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." Arthur kissed her and rolled over on the bed and 
closed his eyes. 

Annie 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?" 

Annie wanted to scream out "of course it's important." But she clamped her 
lips shut. If nothing else, Arthur had taught her discretion : think three 
times before talking once. It saved a lot of words, he always told her. And 
he was one hundred percent right. 

Annie 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 Arthur was a psychologist and 
shared some of her problem with her, Annie 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 asshole. I enjoyed it. 
Tremendously. Does that mean I'm a little perverted, Arthur? Somehow, Annie 
had the feeling that that type of thing wouldn't make things a whole lot 
better between her and Arthur. Christ! She hadn't ever let Arthur near her 
asshole, even though she suspected it was one of his secret compulsions to 
fuck her there. Several times he had made overtures in that direction. 

Annie 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 Mickey. 
A lot bigger. 

Thoughtfully, Annie rubbed her asshole 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 Ralph'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 asshole. But then, she couldn't tickle herself either, 
so she didn't have the right to expect everything would go her way. 

"Wha ... what was it you wanted to say?" Arthur 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?" Arthur was sitting straight up in the bed, stark naked. "I've 
got appointments," he said. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" 

Not waiting for an answer, Arthur hurried into the bathroom, his semen 
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, Annie thought to herself as she collected her husband's clothes, maybe 
that would have helped. Maybe ... just maybe if he stuck that elephantine 
prick of his up her tight rectum it would drive out all thoughts of fucking 
little boys. 

Annie 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?" Arthur 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 Annie'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," Arthur said softly. He put his arm around her. 

Annie 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 poking up her petite behind as he gave her an assfuck that would 
threaten to tear her completely apart. 

Unfortunately, her resolve was too late. Arthur 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 Annie 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 Annie 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 Arthur 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, yessssss." 

The shower water beat on them both as Arthur backed Annie against the cool 
shower tiles. His pecker 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 Annie. 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 Annie 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, to get away from it in time. 

Her soft, round buttocks nakedly struck against the tiled walls of the 
shower and a fine spray of hot water hit her breasts. Each spatter of water 
seemed like a fine needle drumming against her engorged nipples, stirring 
them to full, aware erection. 

And then Arthur was going into her dark sex tunnel with his penis. 

Inch by resolute inch Annie felt the long, stiff rod of his pecker slide 
into her cunt. His rough skin grated pleasingly against the tight lips of 
her pussy, inflaming the reddened insides even more. Her cunt muscles 
clamped down tightly around his cock, but inside she was smooth and slick, 
like silk and velvet and butter. 

"Uhhhhhh," Arthur gasped. His pecker had slid to the end of her tunnel and 
pounded into her with the force of a spike. She was totally impaled on his 
hard cock and she loved it. 

Annie was delirious about the dick rammed up her tight slot. It felt soooo 
good she couldn't begin to put herself back together. Automatically, she 
moved her hips and began the almost ritual fucking movements. Sometimes, she 
thought, what she needed was to find a way to draw sex out longer-to make it 
last. Screwing her cunt up and down on her husband's cock was too fast. She 
always came before she was ready-and so did he. 

Furiously Arthur pounded his sex rod into her convulsing cunt. 

Harder, harder, harder. Annie writhed under his fierce attack, crying with 
ecstasy as his plunger rammed in and out of her bottomless pit. She was 
pouring fluid from every pore as she lubricated the shining length of his 
cock as it thrust into her. 

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

"That's it, baby," Arthur groaned in her ear. "That's the way to fuck." 

Every time his pecker plunged into her slot, Annie's ass bounced off the 
tile and shoved it an extra fraction deeper into her hole. The action was 
driving them both wild. Annie couldn't control her frantic impulses to fuck. 
She had to have his cock in her. All of it stabbing and banging in her hole 
until his pelvis smacked against her puffy vaginal lips as they squeezed up 
around his pecker and sent a fresh thrill vibrating through her body. 

"Oh, yes. Yes. YESSSSS," Annie screamed full strength from the bottom of her 
lungs. "Yes, yesssss, yesssssss. Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Fuck MEEEEEEE." 

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. Annie was being consumed by the heat of her own 
passion and she couldn't stop. 

"I'm commmmmmming," Arthur moaned in her ear, pressing against her. 

His pecker drove a fraction of an inch deeper, poking against her tender 
insides, and then he released his semen 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 Annie 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. 

"Ooooh, that was wonderful," she said weakly. She leaned back from Arthur 
and let the hot shower water spray both their bodies and wash the sweat and 
the semen and her own cum down the drain. "I loved that, Arthur," she said 
softly. 

"Me too, darling." Arthur 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. 

"Arthur...." she began uncertainly. 

"Later," he said gaily. "Tonight. I'm late as it is already." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Getting out of the shower after her husband had left the house, Annie rubbed 
herself down with a fuzzy terrycloth 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 Annie knew it, she had the classical symptoms of 
nymphomania-but not the usual, underlying causes. Arthur 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. Annie 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 the boys. She could still remember how Mickey's cock had looked when 
Ralph turned the lights on in the bedroom. It had been so pure and innocent 
looking. Closing her eyes, Annie 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 
Arthur's was, even though the boy's pubic hair had made a good start in 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 his 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 Annie licked her lips, 
thinking about it. 

Even now, after all that had happened, she imagined the taste still lingered 
on her lips. He had smelled so good, and then the wondrous taste of his cum 
had been like an aphrodisiac. Annie trembled, gripped by the strength of her 
recollection. 

"This won't do," she said out loud to herself. "Get a grip on yourself, 
Annie." 

Giving her ego a firm shake to keep it in place, Annie got out of bed and 
took a yellow two-piece bikini bathing suit with large blue 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 Annie 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, to Annie it was as if she had 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 tangles of pubic 
hair curled blackly from under the edge of her bikini panties to embarrass 
her, Annie 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 buttocks. 

Laying on the chaise lounge, Annie 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 top slipping off her lush tit and the end of 
her breast pressing through the meshed straps. Throughout her troubled 
sleep, Annie 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. 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. Annie 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?" Annie started to say, raising her hand to shelter her eyes. 

"It's just me, Mrs. Brownwell." 

Annie 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 a 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 ... Mickey," she yelped. But it was too late for a mild 
reprimand. 

A widening stain of moisture on the crotch of her panties gave Annie away. 
She was getting really warmed up. Mickey'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. 

Annie 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 Eugenia hedges growing on their sides of the 
fence. Arthur had often cursed the high shrubs for dropping their small 
rounded leaves over the fence and in the pool. But now Annie 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, Mickey," she repeated. She almost whispered her protest. 

"Gee, Mrs. Brownwell, we didn't get to finish at the party last night," the 
boy said. 

"Last night was last night," Annie 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. Brownwell. I even brought some pictures because 
no one knows all there is to know about fucking. I mean, I know you know a 
lot. But there's always more." 

Annie 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, Mickey." 

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

"That." Annie 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 Annie'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," Mickey replied thickly. His eyes were glazed and he was busy 
watching the movement of his fingers in Annie'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. It was a wonder to him that his finger could 
sink into her hairy pussy so easily and deeply and it didn't hurt her. 

Mickey's penis got hard in his Levi's. The bulge rose in the front of his 
pants and while Mickey watched her crotch, Annie 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 Mickey's cock was as beautiful and sweet as she remembered it being. She 
just had to see it, no matter what, and she reached out with her hand. 
Instinctively, Mickey moved closer as if sensing her innermost desire. 

Annie was breathing heavily by the time her fingers wrestled the stiff 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. Mickey's cock jerked out through the opening she made and 
dangled in a soft arc in front of her innocent green eyes. 

"Suck it," Mickey urged her. "Put your hot fucking lips around it and suck 
it, Mrs. Brownwell. It really feels groovy when you do that. And I'll suck 
your cunt for you too, if you do it, Mrs. Brownwell." Mickey 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 Annie 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 Mickey jerked his hips. A drop of clear, white cum rolled out 
of the end of his cock. 

"That's it, Mrs. Brownwell," he gasped. "Jack it off. Jack it off and suck 
it." 

No! Annie's conscience 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 Mickey's dick until the boy was uncomfortable. 
His fingers jerked out of her wet snatch in his sudden confusion at the 
unexpected pressure. 

Annie swung her legs off the chaise lounge and stood up. Mickey just stared 
at her. 

"Go home," Annie 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 Annie was sure of was that she was escaping. 
Perhaps she was getting away from Mickey-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, Annie 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, Annie smiled at Mickey standing hesitantly at the 
edge of the pool looking down at her. "You'd better go home, Mickey," she 
said. "That's the best thing. And come over whenever Jerry's here. He likes 
to see you around." 

"But ... but, Mrs. Brownwell...." The boy's voice verged on the pathetic. 

Annie 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 pubes 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," Annie ordered the teenager. "Please. It's the best thing to do." 

But Mickey didn't seem to hear her. 

He stripped. 

And then he plunged into the pool. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The fountain of white water that splashed into the air after Mickey's wild, 
naked dive into the water seemed like Annie's personal atomic blast. She was 
stunned by it. 

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 Annie was 
staring across a billiard smooth pool. 

There was no sign that Mickey had ever dived into the green-blue water. 

Frantically Annie spun around. She didn't see him anywhere. Forgotten was 
the sudden, fierce sexual emotion that had seized Annie. The throb between 
her thighs was gone under the fierce mantle of fear that gripped her. She 
couldn't help but think Mickey had struck his head on the bottom of the 
pool. That he was still there, drowning.... 

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

"Booo," Mickey 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. 

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

"Don't do that," she shouted angrily at him. "Don't you ever do that again!" 

"This?" Mickey asked. His body floated against hers and as he stared 
innocently into Annie's eyes, his fingers underwater began touching and 
caressing her soft sex mound. 

"No," Annie said breathlessly. "I mean, don't scare me like that." 

"I won't." Mickey 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. 

"Nooooo," Annie 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." 

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

Annie 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, Mickey could see it too. 

His hand floated up to her belly like a fish. Annie almost came as it 
settled down and touched her flesh. She was so embarrassed and ashamed she 
could feel the blush start in her face and flow over her body until it 
covered the surface of her breasts and seemed to fizzle out against the 
water that wrapped around her like a knife edge. 

His fingers crawled against her flesh and pubic hair. Then they were 
twitching in her slit and stroking the round, pink rubbing of her clitoris. 
Electricity lanced through her body making her legs twitch involuntarily. 
Annie 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," Mickey said softly. He was pressing almost against her and Annie 
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. Annie 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, Annie nodded her head in agreement. She couldn't stop looking at his 
prick. 

Mickey slipped his arms up her body from her slit. Annie 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. 

"Ohhhh, Mickey," Annie 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 Mickey 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. Annie 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 ludicrously away, like a single tit poking out of the water 
heralding an invisible siren. 

"What do you want me to do now, Mrs. Brownwell," the boy asked. 

"Aaaahhhh." The sound gurgled in the bottom of Annie'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. Brownwell?" the boy teased. "Don't you have any ideas?" 

"Yes," Annie groaned. "Yes. Fuck me, Mickey. Please fuck me." 

Annie'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. 

"Ohhhh," the boy said. His hips jerked back and forth and he fucked his 
prick again 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 fingers. 

They had drifted against the side of the pool and Annie 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 Mickey'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," Annie half shouted. "Yes, yes. Stick that big cock 
up my twat and fuck it, fuck me. Please dick me. Shove it in me and make me 
come...." 

Mickey 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. 

Annie 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 Mickey 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 Annie, Mickey was practically floating. As 
his body sank down against hers his pecker nudged softly against her ass 
cheeks-so softly as first that Annie 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 asscheeks. "Lower. Put it in the other hole and 
fuck me with it." 

In order to make it easier for the boy, Annie 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 Annie. 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, Annie told herself. 

And then Mickey 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. 

"Owwwww," Annie cried. She couldn't believe it. But it had happened. Mickey 
had shoved against her and forced his throbbing pecker into her asshole. 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. 

"Mickey," she sobbed. "Please don't ass fuck me. I'm ... not used to it." 

"Shit...." Mickey's growl was of disdain. "You fucked when Ralph 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. Ralph's is so much smaller than yours...." 

"You just like his more than you like mine," Mickey said accusingly. 

"Noooo." Annie 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 nor cold. There was no feeling except 
between her warm buttocks. And there was a fire. It was a flame, growing 
hotter each moment. 

Annie 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 asshole. She was stretched so much that tears came to her eyes when she 
concentrated on the sensation. 

"Please, don't fuck me there." Annie writhed and appealed to the boy. "Fuck 
my cunt, Mickey. 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, 
Mickey, both of us will." 

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

Dear God, Annie 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 Annie 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, oooooo, my God," she cried. It felt soooo good. Annie heaved her 
buttocks back and felt her asshole gobbling the boy's rigid prick. It slide 
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 Annie. 

"You like it, don't you, Mrs. Brownwell?" Mickey asked teasingly. 

Annie felt so helpless in the pool, clinging to the side with Mickey pulled 
up tight against her, his hands clutching her battered breasts. 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. 

"Mickey," she moaned. "God ... Mickey...." 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, Mickey," she moaned. "Do it, darling. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and 
don't stop. Pinch my boobs and fuck my ass, Mickey. Cram me full of your 
cock." 

Annie 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 
asshole with his oversized cock. 

"I'm going to fuck you out of your mind, Mrs. Brownwell," Mickey promised. 

"I dare you," Annie responded. "Try it. Just try it. I'm not some cheap 
whore." 

"Stick your ass further back, Mrs. Brownwell. 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 in her body, Annie braced her feet against the wall of the 
swimming pool and shoved her buttocks backward. The water flowing over her 
naked asscheeks 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 Annie like he had ruptured her asshole. 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. 

Annie 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 Mickey'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 Annie was catching that ungnarled, youthful 
pecker in her squirming butt. 

"Huh, huh, huh ... Mickey was breathing hard. Each stab into her rear was 
heaven. She wanted more. More. MORE. She couldn't stop. 

Annie twisted and writhed under the weight of Mickey's body behind her. Her 
eyes were glazed, feverish. Her asshole was pulpy and sore. But she was 
getting fucked the way she wanted to 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," Mickey shouted in her ear. "I'm commmmmmming." 

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. Annie 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 tore more resolutely at her behind 
and then it was lodged firmly in her ass to his balls while he tightened up. 

"Eyoooo," Annie squealed. The hot liquid of his cum 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. Mickey squirted spurt after 
spurt into her asshole until she was so full the milky white fluid of his 
cum 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. 

Annie 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 asshole only nodded dumbly, paying her no 
mind. 

"Well," Annie said, "it goes this way: Dear Mrs. Burnside 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 Annie 
laughed uncontrollably and Mickey's soft prick fell out of her asshole and 
left her rear end empty. 

"Wasn't that funny?" Annie asked Mickey 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 Annie looked up at her whoever was talking. A shadow loomed over 
her, but it didn't keep Annie from getting suddenly sick. "Jerry?" she said. 
"Is that you, Jerry?" 

The shadow moved and said, "Yes, Mother. How did you ever guess?" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Mickey's eyes suddenly widened as he looked up at his school chum. He 
released his hold on Jerry's mother's tits and fell back in the water. "I 
... I ... I...." he stuttered. 

"Mother fucker," Jerry spit out, staring at Mickey as the boy paddled away. 

Annie wanted to cry. She knew she had hurt Jerry 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 Mickey's prick between her buttocks. 
Suddenly Annie just felt awfully empty. 

Grabbing the pool ladder, Annie 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 Annie that she 
could feel her son's hot eyes boring in on her hair covered pussy. The pussy 
that Mickey hadn't fucked with more than his finger. 

"Why can't I look, Mother?" the boy asked. "Everybody else gets to feel...." 

"Jerry," Annie cried. "Jerry ... come in the house with me this minute." 

Although she was on the verge of tears, Annie 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. Her heart 
was thudding frantically. Her tits hobbled 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 Jerry was 
staring at her rear as she went into the house and she tried to keep her 
hips from swaying and her asscheeks 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, Annie thought to herself. My own son wouldn't ... couldn't 
get excited looking at me, his mother. I mustn't even think 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 Jerry's 
Levi's. 

Jerry 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 asshole 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 Mickey's clothes lying in a crumpled heap on the edges of the pool. 
Stooping, Jerry 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 a hip pocket. Jerry took them out and suddenly his heart pounded faster 
and cock stuck out stiffer. He could barely believe his own eyes. 

"Hey, Jerry, don't...." Mickey screamed. The boy started swimming toward 
him. 

Paying his former friend no heed, Jerry wadded the clothes up and threw them 
the length of the pool. Desperately, Mickey swam after them as they sank in 
the deep end. His naked butt was a bright spot in the glittering water. 

Then the Jerry strode into the house after his mother. The fourteen-year-old 
was teeming 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 asshole. 

Annie 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 Jerry 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, Jerry." Annie 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?" Jerry challenged her. "It's all right to fuck my 
friends?" 

"Don't be cruel, Jerry." Annie 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, Jerry." 

"I don't believe you, Mother. You don't look beat up enough for that." 

Annie 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!" 

Jerry 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 Mickey's pocket. They hit the top of 
the coffee table and skittered across it in confusion. 

Annie 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 Annie. 

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 ... Annie stared at her son. "I didn't see 
these. Honest, Jerry. 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," Jerry said. His voice was grim as he looked from the pictures to 
her. 

Staring in horror at her son, Annie 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. 

Annie 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 
toying 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 Annie noted he didn't try to move away. 

Dexterously 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," Jerry 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 
lightening 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 and 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. 

"Oooooo, Momma," Jerry 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 goo into his mother's 
sucking mouth. But he held back. 

Annie's lips slipped eagerly up and down 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 flavor of his cum 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 his 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 Jerry's rigid, 
throbbing penis drove Annie closer and closer to the realization that she 
wasn't doing it just for Jerry, 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," Jerry gasped. His fingers tightened around Annie'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. 

Annie 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," Jerry cried. "Suck me, suck me, Mother. Please suck me." 

As if he weren't sure that his words would be enough, Jerry 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. 

"Mmmmpphhhh," Annie sobbed. Her mouth and throat were clogged by his pecker. 
She couldn't talk around the huge roll of sex between her lips and Jerry 
wouldn't let her head back off. The boy was frantic with lust. Annie 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. 

Annie 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," Jerry shrilled. "I'm coming. I'm commmmmming." 

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

Annie'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 of will that kept her from 
gagging. And then he really was coming.... 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It seemed to Annie that the flow of his hot, gooey cum 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 Jerry'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 in almost a whisper. 

"What was?" she chided him. "Tell momma what was great." 

Jerry'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?" Annie 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 ... loved it." 

"With your own mother?" Annie shrilled, her voice risen in mock horror at 
her son. 

Jerry hung his head. She'd made her point. At least, Annie hoped she had. 

"How would you like to fuck me, too?" Annie 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 Annie 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, Jerry?" 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 Jerry. "I'll let you suck them, if you want." Gracefully she moved 
toward Jerry and he stood up to meet her. 

Jerry 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 breast as he fastened to the 
very end, the rigid, upthrust nipple that felt like a diamond in her son's 
mouth. 

"Oooooo," Annie moaned as the first solid stab of pleasure shot through her 
chest. He was suckling her breast, just as he had done as 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. 

Annie 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. Annie 
felt like she could drop a truck in it and her cunt would swallow it without 
a trace. Or, Jerry's delightful fingers. Because they were doing things to 
her already. 

Jerry'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. Annie 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 Annie faint. 

"Momma," Jerry said. He pulled his mouth off her throbbing breast with a 
strong plopping sound, "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, Annie 
nodded. "Yes, darling," she gasped. "Stop finger fucking momma and we can do 
it, baby." 

The fingers sliding gushily about in Annie'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 Annie 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. Her whole crotch 
was a blatant invitation to Jerry. One that the boy couldn't possibly 
refuse. Annie 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, Jerry 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. 

Annie 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, Annie thought looking at it, if it will just jerk like that in me, 
in my twat. I know will be heavenly. It will be out of this world. 

As if reading his mother's mind and noting her impatience, Jerry stretched 
himself out on her body and his chest rubbed nicely against her upthrust 
boobs. His prickhead 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 guarded her opening, and then by the slick, 
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 find folds of pink flesh. 

"AAAaaaahhhhh." Annie groaned audibly. His cock was jabbing at her sensitive 
opening and missing by fractions of an inch. Each touch ignited the fever in 
Annie'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 Annie 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. Annie was 
lying very still under Jerry 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 to 
her sex tunnel. Her fingers opened the soft, elastic folds of flesh and let 
their moistness meet. 

Jerry 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. 

"Yaaaaa," Annie screamed, releasing the tension that had built in her. 

The feel of his cock lancing into her, slamming the depth of her tunnel in 
one thrust was tremendous. Jerry had violently stretched her cunt lips open 
and plumbed her depths and the sensation filled Annie 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," Jerry 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. 

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

Annie 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." Jerry's voice was surprised as she sank her finger in his asshole. 

Jerry drove down with his hips and Annie 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 asscheeks, and then her longest finger 
poked against his asshole and it was sliding back in deeper and this time 
when Jerry drove down it felt different. It felt like her finger had slid 
all the way down his asshole and into the stiff 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, to 
Annie, a million times better than masturbation ever had been or could be. 

"Fuck me, fuck meeee," she wailed and lifted her hips. 

"MOTHER," Jerry 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 Annie wanted it. She guided 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. 

"Goooood," she moaned. "You're fucking me good. Good. Good." 

"Oh, yesss, Mother," Jerry 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 Annie. Her body was a conduit for feeling. She was 
being shredded by joy. 

"Oh, God, God, Mother," Jerry groaned. His body tensed. His pecker plunged 
into her and his asshole 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 Annie 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 on 
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 IT. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Jerry had seemed strangely different after they had fucked. It worried 
Annie. He had said practically nothing, although it was obvious that the 
emotional impact had been tremendous. Fretting about it, Annie feared it may 
have been too much for the boy. But she had had to show him that sex was a 
powerful force, that she wasn't just 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 Mickey and Ralph be 
shoved away. Continually she was haunted by the worry that Arthur would 
discover her desire to have sex with boys-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 Jerry 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. Annie 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 terribly lonely and wished Arthur would hurry home before ... 
before she did something foolish. And then she thought about Mickey 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 to those thoughts and answered the door without 
thinking. 

"Mrs. Brownwell, is Jerry home?" Ralph smiled up at her surprised face. 

"Why, no, Ralph. 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 Annie 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 Ralph's. He looked away quickly. 

My God, she thought, he's thinking about fucking me. He doesn't want to see 
Jerry. 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 Ralph smiled up at her 
and said, "Can I wait for Jerry, Mrs. Brownwell. I mean, if I'm not any 
bother?" 

"Of course, Ralph," Annie 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. Annie 
was sure it wasn't an accident. The boy wanted to fuck. 

What have I done? Annie cried to herself. He's only thirteen. THIRTEEN. And 
he thinks I'm going to do it some more with him. My God, he's only 
thirteen.... 

Annie'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." 

Ralph 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. Brownwell," he 
told her. 

Of course, Annie realized what it was. Unlike Mickey, Ralph 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 asshole. An older boy would have fainted with joy. Ralph had 
seemed even then apologetic. 

He was just too nice. 

"Could I get you some cookies?" she asked him, going toward the kitchen. 

Ralph shook his head. "No." His answer was flat. Emphatic. "I ... I ... uh 
... would you talk to me, Mrs. Brownwell? I mean, about something serious, 
if I asked you?" 

"Surely, Ralph." Annie 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 Annie 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. 

"I ... um ... It's about last night." He stared at her intently and his eyes 
sparkled. 

"About last night, Ralph," Annie 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," Ralph quickly said. "I wouldn't think anything like that, Mrs. 
Brownwell. It's just that, well, it isn't about me. It's Mickey." The boy 
looked pleadingly at Annie. 

"Mickey. I don't understand," Annie 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." Ralph averted his eyes from Annie's as the 
gross words came out of his mouth. "He was telling practically everybody. 

He wanted me to come with him." 

Annie's heart stopped. "Who," she asked quietly and carefully, "is 
everyone?" 

"Well," Ralph said slowly, "John Wilson and Pete Riley, friends of his." 

"He told them he fucked me?" Annie looked at Ralph out of sick eyes and 
practically begged the boy to make the right answer before she got sick and 
threw up on the floor. 

"Not exactly, Mrs. Brownwell." Ralph 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 John and Pete were good pals he might share. Honest, Mrs. 
Brownwell. He didn't say your name to anybody." 

"You didn't tell anybody, did you, Ralph?" 

"Me? No. Honest, Mrs. Brownwell. You told me not to and I wouldn't do that." 

"That's good, Ralph. I really appreciate you telling me. And not telling on 
me." 

"That's all right," Ralph said. He stared fixedly at the bulge in her blouse 
that was a tit and Annie was uncomfortable at that. She moved and he moved 
his eyes to follow her. 

"Please don't stare at me, Ralph," she said quietly. "It isn't polite." 

"I know, Mrs. Brownwell." The boy shifted his gaze and then he suddenly 
breathed out hard. His eyes had fallen to the dirty pictures on the coffee 
table. Jerry had forgotten to pick them up when he went out of the house and 
now Ralph was looking intently at them. 

"Oh, wow," he said. His words were like surprised exhalings. 

"What's wrong?" Annie 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 Annie had shoved her finger in 
Jerry's butt. With her hand, the woman was jerking the man's cock off. It 
was a big prick. A real big one and Annie wasn't sure if Ralph had gasped 
because of the woman's sex act-or the size of the cock. 

"It's ... It's that she's naked," Ralph stuttered. "She doesn't have any 
clothes on." Annie 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, Ralphie?" Her voice was soft. 

"Well, just yesterday when I turned on the light, Mrs. Brownwell. 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, Ralph shook his head. "I don't have a girlfriend-or a sister." 

Watching the boy, Annie 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 you like to look at one real close? Real close, Ralphie?" 

The boy nodded. His eyes were starry with excitement and his cock bulged his 
pants. 

Annie smiled. "Would you like to look at me, Ralphie. Would you like to see 
me naked." 

"Boy!" Ralph said. "Would I?!" The thirteen-year-old seemed to shine. 

No, Annie 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 
Ralph. And she led him to her bedroom where the soft, feminine surroundings 
made her feel even more sexy. 

I'm doing it for Ralphie, 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, Annie 
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 closer, Ralph." 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 ringed her breasts and her fingers fondled her nipples. She 
played with them and they swelled even as Ralph watched. The tips grew 
darker and redder and harder, like little pricks. 

Ralph leaned closer. His lips were dry for some reason and he licked them. 
His eyes stayed glued to Annie's beautiful, creamy breasts with their rigid 
tips. 

"Do you want to touch them, Ralphie?" Annie asked the boy softly. 

Ralph nodded. He couldn't say anything. Even when Annie held her tit up for 
his fingers to stroke and fondle he was speechless. 

"Kiss them, Ralphie." Annie 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. Sucking 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. 

"Ohohohoh," Annie 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 Ralph. But it was the fantastic sensation of 
him sucking her that turned her on. 

Ralph bobbled 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 had. 

Annie's fingers slipped down her bare front to her crotch. "Look," she 
gasped. "Look at my cunt, Ralphie." 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, 
Ralph. That's the place girls like boys to lick the most. The absolute most. 
That's the place to stick your lovely tongue." 

"In there?" Ralph's voice conveyed a degree of uncertainty at her words. 

"Yes. Yessss, 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." 

Ralph 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. 
Brownwell?" 

His tongue was almost there and Annie was enveloped in her own lust. "Yes. 
God yes, it feels that good, Ralph. 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." 

Annie 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. 

Ralph paused, staring down at Annie'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...." 

Annie 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 Annie the motion of that piece of flesh in her sex tube was 
paradise. "More," she moaned. 

Ralph 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. "Oooooooo." 

She thrashed her hips up and down. "Suck, suck, suck," she demanded of the 
boy. 

Ralph 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. 

Annie's whole body was attuned to the blazing movement of Ralph'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. 

Ralph 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 Annie was coming. It was like a giant fist knotted in her pelvis 
around her insides and squeezed, forcing her higher and higher. Annie 
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 Ralph's tongue slide-slide down her tubes and touch her 
button. The button that exploded her into a blistering mass Of sexual 
flame.... 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"Now," Ralph said, "it's your turn, isn't it, Mrs. Brownwell? Isn't it?" 

Annie stared at the boy from dazed eyes. It took her a moment to realize 
what he was talking about. Then it came to her. Ralph 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 Annie'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. 

Ralph's eyes shifted to the picture he had brought unnoticed into the 
bedroom with him. Annie saw it lying on the carpeted floor. It looked 
positively obscene on the white shag 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. Ralph pointed at it dramatically. 

"But ... but ... you can put your dick up my twat," Annie 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." 

Annie 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," Ralph 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." 

Annie 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 crueler 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 Annie's body. 
"There's a cucumber in the refrigerator," she said. "In the vegetable bin at 
the bottom." 

Ralph stood indecisively next to her, looking down at her naked body 
stretched out on the bed. "Okay,' he said finally. "Okay. I'll go get it. 
It'll be okay, Mrs. Brownwell." 

While he was gone, Annie played the small boy's words over in her head. He'd 
been hurt terribly. And everything she said, it seemed, hurt him even more. 
She didn't know what to say around him. He was too smart. He picked up every 
nuance 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. 

Annie 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 asshole. Just thinking about it started 
the erotic juices in 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 Annie 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 Annie moaned softly. Ralph 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. Brownwell," Ralph 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. 

Ralph stood and silently ripped off his shirt and jeans. And then Annie felt 
the bed sag a very little as the boy got on it behind her. His skin was hot 
and greedy against hers as the boy's stomach pressed against her behind. His 
pecker was a long toothpick irritating her satiny asscheeks. But, to Annie'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 fruit to turn her on. 
Annie 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," Ralph gritted. And then, miraculously, the boy's pecker was 
pushed between her legs and giving her fuck hole a transfusion of youthful 
posture. 

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, Ralph stroked his joy into her tight twat. She'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, Ralph," 
she said. "That's the way I love to be fucked." 

Her hips rolled up and down as she impaled her twitching cunt on the hard 
rod of Ralph's sex. Insides, 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. 

Ralph's cock had been zipping insanely in and out of her 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 Annie 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." Annie 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, Annie 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 ... 

Annie'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. Ralph twisted and turned it with his hands as if 
he really was fucking her. And Annie 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. 

"Aaaaaah," 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. Annie's cunt was one 
continually convulsing pair of toothless lips munching on the cucumber 
slipping up her hole. 

"Do you like that, Mrs. Brownwell?" Ralph 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 Annie's buttocks and when he looked at 
it critically, his cock throbbed fantastically hard. There was something 
about Annie'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. Brownwell," he said. 

"That's ... that's good," Annie 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 very desirable. She recalled how innocent it 
appeared. A long, slick wand just right for reaming her asshole out. And now 
that her cunt was already full-overfull, in fact-and aching.... 

"Ralphie," 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 in there. Fuck it 
good." 

There was a long pause while Ralph absorbed her words. Annie 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 asshole 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. Brownwell? Can I?" 

Annie shivered with almost uncontrollable intensity. Ralph wanted to kiss 
her asshole and she hadn't even thought of it herself. It was dirty-but 
exciting. Really exciting. 

"Yes, Ralph," she said in a strained voice. "You can ... lick and kiss my 
butt." 

"Oh, boy," Ralph said. And then his face was being pressed against the 
round, full curves of Annie's delectable ass. His breath swept hotly over 
the moist, tender rose bud of her rectum and it started wild chills in her 
asshole. Closer and closer his hot lips moved between her soft, cushiony 
buttocks and finally they brushed over her anus. 

"Aaaiiieeeeee," Annie screamed softly. The sensation was too fantastic. 
Then, a moment later it was followed by yet another shock. 

Ralph's long, twisty tongue slid into her tight asshole and began to screw 
her butt in fierce jabs. 

Buffeted by the continuing shocks of his tongue drilling her anus, Annie 
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 orgasms 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, fuck, fuck me, Ralphie," she crooned to the boy. 

Annie 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 assault. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, pushing 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. 

Ralph had moved back. He stared at Annie'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 penis. 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. 

"Ah, uh, ah, uh...." Annie'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 asshole 
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 cum was running down the insides of her 
silky thighs in sheets. The bedroom was flooded with the musky odor of her 
unstoppable cum. Her mind was a blaze of feeling and ecstasy that she 
couldn't turn off. 

"Fuck, fuck, 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. 

Ralph 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 Annie's joy to 
experience pleasure. 

Annie's voice rose and fell. Ralph cried out, too. His voice was thinner and 
more savage. He was a male, venting his strength on the female's submissive 
body. 

Annie reared back, trying to swallow every millimeter of his pecker with her 
juice dripping asshole. And at the same time he spewed his hot sperm 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 
Annie 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 asshole. She was one non-stop vagina from her throbbing 
clitoris to her expanded rectum. A single slit lady. And she was delirious 
with the incredible pulse beat of her sexual pleasure. 

Annie felt her butt filling with hot juice from Ralph'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. Brownwell passed out on the bed under his still pulsating 
cock, Ralph 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. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Annie 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 asshole was still tender from having Ralph's penis ramming in it 
continuously for God only knew how long. 

"Well, Mother, what have you done now?" Jerry stood in the doorway. 

"Jerry, son," Annie started to say. Then her voice faded. What could she 
say? 

It was obvious to Jerry that she had done something. She looked exhausted. 
Her usually creamy breasts were discolored from the fierce squeezing they 
had been subject to. And, most condemning of all, there were semen stains on 
the spread. 

"I ... I know how it looks, son, but I can explain everything...." 

There was a pregnant pause while Annie 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, Annie had to admit to herself, 
guilty of a terrible, wicked sin. 

"There's nothing to say, Mother," Jerry said. "I'm waiting for your ... 
explanation." 

Suddenly Annie 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. Its not my fault I'm like this. I just can't help it." Annie's 
eyes begged her son to forgive her. 

Contemptuously he looked where she covered her cunt. "You're just a whore, 
Mom." Anguished, Annie sobbed, "I'm not. Jerry, 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." Jerry 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. 

Annie 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 penis and she saw the 
end swelling slightly. The hole gaped open in the end. His pecker was 
jerking slightly. 

"What are you doing?" Annie asked at last, as she finally understood. 

"I'm going to piss on you, Mom. I'm going to pee all over you." 

Annie 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 Jerry's 
cock. She shivered with repressed excitement. He was doing the right thing, 
punishing and degrading her in this way. What could be righter. She'd be 
punished-and Jerry would forgive her. 

There was a small drop of yellow urine gathered on the outer edge of Jerry's 
piss hole. Annie 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 arced high 
into the air and descended in a hot, spattering stream against her soft, 
quivery breasts. 

Annie 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 Annie ripped the covers entirely away from 
her body and exposed herself completely to Jerry's punishment. 

The fountain of piss splattered down the front of her body and splashed 
forcibly against the hot insides of her thighs. Wordlessly, Annie opened her 
thighs and felt the heavy, steamy yellow stream beat against her sensitive 
cunt lips. She stretched her thighs wider and droplets invaded even the 
outer entrance of her twat. It soaked her pussy hair. 

The punishment was having a strange effect on Annie. As the heat of her 
son's piss invigorated her cunt, Annie could only wonder what it would feel 
like inside her twat. There it might be even better. Just imagine, a hard 
yellow stream of piss shooting up my cunt and splashing against my womb, 
Annie thought to herself. It practically made her orgasm. 

This isn't what I want to happen, Annie told herself desperately. I want to 
be punished. I want to be stopped from ever doing these evil things again. 

As the pee stopped, dwindling to a few last drops, Annie leaned over the 
edge of the bed and wrapped her lips around the boy's throbbing, swelling 
penis. She tasted the bittersweet remnant of his urine and savored it even 
as she began the rhythmic sucking that swelled his cock. She had her son's 
penis in her butter soft mouth, her lips milked it causing fantastic 
sensations to shoot through her body. The cycle was starting again. 

Eagerly her fingers stripped up and down the soft length of his penis. She 
loved the soft feel of his cock skin sliding under her fingertips. 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. 

Annie 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. 

"MMmmmmphhh," she moaned around the penis 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 finger tips into the hot pit of her sex hole and she 
floated on the sudden sensation. At the same time she spread her hot thighs 
further apart. 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, Annie 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. 

Jerry 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, Jerry 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. 

Jerry 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. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

"Yagggghhhh," Annie 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. 

Jerry 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 clitoris. The 
pale pink nubbin shivered each time he hit it with his tongue and Annie 
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. 

Jerry raised his head. His tongue left her twat empty like a vault yearning 
to be filled. "I'm coming," he howled. "I'm coming, coming, coming. Mother. 
MOTHER." 

Annie 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 cum. 

He was exhausted by his pumping cock. Jerry 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, Jerry. That's good, baby," Annie mumbled. She smiled and her 
tongue licked the last traces of his sperm from her full, cushiony red lips. 
She didn't really see her son. Annie 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. 

Jerry 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. 

Annie was in a light sleep when Jerry 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 used-but 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 Mickey walked into the bedroom right after 
him. Mickey was a little nervous. 

"It's all right," Jerry whispered. "She said we could do anything. Just to 
wake her up when we came back with a little surprise. You dig?" Jerry winked 
at Mickey. 

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. Annie slept on, not even waking to compare the difference 
between her son's gorgeous cock with its limber, pale shaft and Mickey's 
thicker, older looking root. Jerry motioned to the other boy to get into bed 
gently. He slipped onto the sheets on the other side of his mother. For a 
long moment, there was a time of hesitation-indecision. 

Jerry looked across his mother's gently heaving breasts. "I want her ass," 
he said. "You already got it in the swimming pool. This time it's mine." 

Mickey nodded, and then the two boys went into action as if they had 
rehearsed it. 

Jerry helped roll Annie on her side facing Mickey. He wrapped his fingers 
around her lush thigh and draped her warm flesh over Mickey's hip. And then 
he watched in fascination as Mickey wiggled against her. His redheaded cock 
pressed warmly against her lax pussy lips. Jerry was enthralled to watch how 
it slid in inch by gentle inch. Mickey had a long cock and it kept sliding 
between Annie's two, puffy lips and up into her body. 

"Wow," Jerry said. He forgot his anger at Mickey for fucking his mother 
first. The boy forgot everything except the slow advance of Mickey's prick 
until it was stopped by being full length in Annie's pussy. Jerry could 
hardly believe what he was seeing. His mother's pussy hair was tightly 
mingled with Mickey's lighter crotch hair. Her soft cunt lips sucked out 
around the boy's stiff prick, stopped only by the swell of his balls. "Wow," 
Jerry said again and began stroking his cock with his hand to get it ready. 

Everything was fuzzy and soft feeling in Annie's head as she woke from her 
sleep. She remembered what had happened with Jerry 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. 

Annie 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 pecker with her pussy. She opened her eyes 
and groaned with delight as she rubbed her naked boobs against his chest. 
She had thought she was fucked out. But now she knew better. 

"Oooh, Mickey," 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. Mickey 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 Annie's mind that what pressed against her asshole 
was a penis, and she was twice as sure when the squirming body behind her 
began to drive it up her asshole 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. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she grunted, each move of that cock in her asshole 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 asshole that much easier. 

"Fuck," Annie moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass...." 

Annie 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, Mickey," Annie sighed. She felt so good. The boy behind her was finally 
still and his cock was rammed balls deep into her rear just as Mickey'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, Annie 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. Annie wished, at that moment, that every woman 
could be fucked by two young cocks at one time. Her asshole was sore. But it 
had been sore before and now it was alive with sexual feeling. 

"Harder," Annie 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 asshole and then her pussy was impaled on the boys' 
cocks. 

In and out, in and out. Annie's world was a blur of motion and feeling as 
her tight twat slid up and down over Mickey's pulsating penis and her 
asshole clasped and unclasped her own son's throbbing cock. It was ecstasy. 
It was the end of everything and the very beginning. It's wicked and evil, 
Annie 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. Annie 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 Annie she could feel the two pricks inside her vagina and asshole rubbing 
against each other. The friction of the movement caused her crotch to become 
incandescent, to make her asshole 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 cum," Mickey gasped. The boy was panting. His hips were 
slowing in their ceaseless hard pounding against Annie's pelvis. His cock 
was losing some of its buoyancy. His body against Annie's was slippery with 
sweat. 

"Don't," Annie 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 Annie 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," Jerry sobbed. His hips slapped against Annie's wide, soft butt and 
his cock shot slippery wet into her asshole and twisted and turned and 
swelled for the one 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, God. Oh, God," Mickey panted. His arms tightened convulsively around 
Annie'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. 

Annie 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. 

Jerry, at the same time, felt his mother's asshole pulling at his root. And 
it was too much. He heaved against her. His pecker drilled into the hot, 
mucky depths of her ass and then the boy was trembling with an uncontrolled 
fever. His pecker jerked and throbbed in her butthole while it poured out 
cupfuls of his hot sperm. 

Annie groaned as she felt her butt getting the hot enema of the boy's semen. 
At the same moment, or an instant later, Mickey jerked and shook against her 
and he, too, was filling her with a liquid tribute. 

Annie swelled inside. She was a sausage being stuffed with hot pleasure. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

For a long, quivery time Annie and the two 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 Annie 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 Annie's thighs front and back. They tickled 
running across the flesh. Her breasts were sore and swollen. Red marks 
marred the surface where Mickey had bitten her tits, or where Jerry had 
squeezed with his hand and fingers as he vigorously fucked her asshole. 

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. 

Annie 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 Annie 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 on her skin 
all faded away into the uniform pink and the painful flush of hot pleasure 
that covered her whole body. 

Annie 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 from 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 Jerry's room where she let herself in and 
stretched out on his bed. Even as she was sinking down into blessed sleep. 
Annie 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 Annie 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, Annie was covered with sweat. She stank 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. 

Annie 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 Arthur. She loved to fuck Arthur. 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 
tremulous clitoris. But she couldn't help herself. 

Annie loved little boys. Nice, sweet big-cocked or little-cocked little 
boys. She loved to suck their sweet little peters or ... or even lick their 
assholes 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 
asshole. And she didn't know how she could ever explain that to Arthur. 

He was a psychologist. But, and it was that that made Annie break out into a 
cold sweat, he was also a man. What would he say if he ever discovered that 
she did such sordid things with children? In fact, with his own son? 

Annie 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 Arthur 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 Annie tried to pull her disoriented thoughts together, that 
it was almost seven. SEVEN! I would be a miracle if Arthur wasn't already 
home. Annie felt her heart thump. It was too late already. It had to be ... 
and it was the end of her marriage.... 

"NO," Annie 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 Annie's body. Relief. The boys had cleaned up the room and 
left it spotless-and all she had to tell Arthur was that she started 
changing the beds and ... and she had fallen asleep in Jerry's bedroom. 
Relief flooded Annie and she almost went back out the door to see if Arthur 
was downstairs. And then she remembered she was practically 
naked-PRACTICALLY! Annie 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, Annie was thankful to note that her skin 
was as 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 Annie had resolved in her mind to make it all up to 
Arthur 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 Annie meant it to be a special invitation to her 
husband. 

As if reading her thoughts, the door popped open and Arthur looked in. He 
stared at Annie 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." Annie smiled, a radiant, sexual smile. "I ... I was 
changing beds and I sort of fell asleep in Jerry's room. I'm ... sorry, 
darling." 

"Oh ... it's okay," Arthur said. "I was just worried. You don't usually go 
out without leaving a note or telling me...." He looked at her and Annie 
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?" 

Annie 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." 

Annie 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. 

Arthur'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 Annie's body. She imagined she could feel a trace of 
moisture starting in her pussy. 

"Yes, darling. Yesssss," 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, Annie 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. 

Arthur 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. 

Annie 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. It looked like a deflated life belt. 
But Annie didn't care about that. 

Without waste motion, Arthur had managed to slip one of his fingers in the 
tight gash between her thighs. She was sweating throughout her crotch. Her 
cunt lips under their fine covering of hair were slippery with perspiration. 
And his finger slipped in with no trouble at all. There was just a tiny bit 
of pressure, and then he was finger fucking her. 

"Iiiieeeeee." Annie's voice keened loudly in the room. The shock of her 
husband's finger playing in her grotto was too much for her. She was super 
sensitive to the cadence of his finger fucking her. But, after the initial 
impact, the sensation leveled off. 

Annie pretended that she was just as enthralled by his finger as she had 
always been. But it wasn't easy. In that remarkable moment of clarity, she 
realized that what she had been going through with Jerry and his friends had 
changed her. Maybe not irrevocably, but at least the immediate present was 
changed. She was hyper sexed and yet under-responsive. What had been sheer 
delirium two days earlier was hardly adequate sexual stimulation anymore. 
She needed more. More.... 

Annie groaned and slumped against Arthur. "Hurry, darling," she whispered in 
his ear. "Fuck me ... different. This time, darling. Please...." 

Her heart was pounding wildly. Annie felt she was being consumed by her 
needs and yet she was gratified beyond belief by the results of getting her 
desires. She knew there was a danger that she would burn herself out, that 
if she continued she would be a destroyed shell. She was like the moth 
dancing to the candle flame. But she couldn't stop. 

She wanted to-she had to-make Arthur happy. She had to give him everything. 
In Annie's heart she feared what might happen and there was no room to wait 
for tomorrow. 

"Hey, slow down," Arthur said in surprise. He balanced with Annie clinging 
to him. Her hot thighs opened to clasp at his body and draw it to her. Her 
twat raised to rub enticingly against him like some bitch in heat, no longer 
coy or beguiling. 

Annie's message was clear. The time had come to fuck. To drown the both of 
them in the hot, spicy nectar of sex. She wanted his cock to drown in her 
fevered crotch. She needed him to fuck her, hurt her, rape her, make love to 
her, to take and give. 

And Arthur couldn't resist the demand. It was wrong. He knew that, too. But 
all along he had tried to reason, to analyze, to balance his relationship 
with her to make her a well person-and he had failed. He had failed as a 
husband and as a professional healer of emotions. 

Perhaps Annie demanded, but it was Arthur who surrendered.... 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Arthur fell back into the bed as Annie swarmed over him, pressing her soft 
body against his hot skin. His fingers roved over her fine skin, stripping 
her naked even as she plucked his clothes off, discarding them carelessly 
about the bedroom. 

"Darling," Annie sighed, "fuck me ... like I deserve to be fucked. Do 
everything to me that you want to. I deserve it. Everything." Annie stared 
up into her husband's eyes and when she saw how hot and fierce they were she 
trembled in fear. She was suggesting so much ... and yet she deserved to be 
treated that way. And Arthur deserved to treat her like that ... Poor, 
patient Arthur. She cheated with his own teenage son ... 

The both of them lay naked on the bed and Annie looked at her husband's 
prick. It was still soft, bent over. She stroked it and wondered at how 
small and delicate her hand on his penis was. He had a powerful, massive 
cock and she was noticing it for the first time. 

"I took the blankets and sheets off the bed," Arthur said quietly. 

Annie's heart leaped. But her face didn't betray her. Her fingers tightened 
lightly on the thick, meaty tube of her husband's penis. But she didn't 
move. "I thought so. Jerry wouldn't have been that considerate," she said in 
a small voice. 

"Jerry ... Arthur said it almost as if it didn't matter. "Just Jerry?" 

"Arid two of his friends." Annie rolled over on her front side and pressed 
her face into the pillow. "Do you want to hit me. I won't scream. Do it 
right now. Please." 

"No." Arthur sat up in the bed. His cock wilted more. "I suspected ... that 
you were sliding. But ... not with Jerry. I ... I...." He looked at her 
helplessly and couldn't continue. 

"Spank me," Annie demanded. She looked at his wilted pecker and knew she had 
to be punished, for both their sakes. It wasn't enough to just confess-ever. 

"No," Arthur said again. He put his hand on her rounded buttocks and watched 
the twin globes quiver like Jello. Gently he slapped her ass. 

"Harder," Annie demanded. "Do it right, Arthur. You know what you have to 
do." 

"I can't," he said. He slapped her asscheek very, very lightly. 

"I let him fuck me in the ass, Arthur. You always wanted that. But I let him 
do it to me first. I cheated you, Arthur. Cheated you out of your 
maidenhead." 

"I know." Arthur slapped his hand down harder. Annie yipped and craned her 
neck and they both watched the handprint form on her butt like a red 
birthmark. 

"That was good, Arthur," Annie sighed. "Do it again-just like that." 

Slowly, as if against his will, Arthur raised his arm. His fingers tingled 
as they remembered the soft, squishy feel of her butt flesh against his 
palm. And then he lashed down suddenly. The sound was like a shotgun blast. 
It filled the entire bedroom. 

"Eeiiii," Annie squealed between gritted teeth. The impact of his hand 
striking her naked behind shot between her thighs and started a quivery 
feeling in her cunt. It felt marvelous, a hundred times better than his 
finger had. And Annie was glad, because she was being punished, she was 
being forgiven for what she had done. 

Mercilessly Arthur's arm rose and fell, his hand paddling her-butt while she 
writhed and squirmed. Her behind was hot. It was rosy red from where his 
hand had slapped her. And each contact of his palm with her soft rear end 
energized Annie some more. 

"Oh, that's good. Do it some more, Arthur. Spank me some more...." 

His hand bounced on her beautiful butt. His fingers slid between her thighs 
and played with the twin pillowy pads of her vagina. The slap of her 
husband's hand stung-rightfully so, because he was punishing her. But the 
after affect was like atomic fallout. Annie's body was being shaken apart by 
the penetrating, joyful throbbing it started. 

Arthur hadn't wanted to spank Annie. It hurt him to bring her pain. But he 
forced himself. It was a catharsis for them both. He knew that Annie could 
never forgive herself if she wasn't punished thoroughly and severely. That 
she was her own worst critic and the punishment she was getting was what she 
decreed herself deserving of receiving. 

And-to his shame, as his hand rose and fell with accelerating fury-Arthur 
began to suspect that he, too, needed the same cleansing. He needed to 
punish his wife. He had to bring his rage and frustration into the open by 
physically molesting her. 

His palm smacked with hysterical frequency on Annie's red, raw butt. His 
fingers flailed wildly on the satin smooth orbs of her ass. Occasionally 
they whipped down between her thighs and snapped stingingly against his 
wife's unprotected cunt. And when she flinched and mewed softly, he thought, 
Take that, bitch, and was instantly sorry. But, the part of it he couldn't 
control was the feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment he felt. 

At first, Arthur had been reluctant to punish his wife. Then the physical 
activity of actually spanking her harder and harder had released his inner 
feelings of frustration and emasculation. But as he fatigued, even those 
were drained away as if by alchemy. 

What was left was a warm stroking motion of his arm and hand. Almost 
automatic, his palm slapped politely at her ass and his fingers curled in 
Annie's warm crotch slot. His fingertips slid up his wife's sex slit, 
rubbing her throbbing clitoris and burrowing in the tight, clasping hole of 
her pussy. He responded to her warm sex organs down to his cock. 

Annie stirred against him softly, like some sleepy animal coming slowly 
awake. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Arthur," she moaned. "Don't stop, Arthur." 

Shivers of unaccountable pleasure stirred through Annie. She had thought her 
whole body was numb from the countless shocks of getting her butt paddled. 
But that wasn't the case. Her cunt lips, battered and swollen from the 
wicked spanking she had taken, wiggled in ecstasy at the touch of his 
calloused fingers. She felt swollen to twice her normal size, ten times 
even. Her cunt lips swelled so big between her thighs she wasn't sure but 
that they interfered with closing her legs. But Annie wasn't particularly 
concerned with closing her thighs at that particular moment. In fact, she 
wanted to open them, to invite more of the fantastic touching Arthur was 
already doing. 

"Deeper," she moaned. "Harder." There was no doubt in Arthur's mind what she 
meant. Convulsively he clasped tight into her crotch with his crooked 
fingers. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Annie sighed. The feeling was one of pleasure. In the state 
she was in, even Arthur's finger felt like an elephant cock. She was so 
swollen and congested that her sex passage was tiny, shrunken down until it 
almost didn't exist. 

"Fuck me, Arthur," Annie begged. In the sudden heat of the moment, she knew 
that this was what she needed. It would be like a new beginning for her. As 
if she was giving up her maidenhead for the first time-and to the right man. 

Desperately she rolled onto her back, ignoring the baked-in heat that 
billowed around her ass. She pretended it didn't exist as she arched her 
back and raised her hips in invitation. She rejoiced at the sight of her 
pussy leaping up into the air, begging for Arthur to shove his cock into it. 
The soft, hairy entrance to her sex turned even Annie on. 

Arthur wasn't immune to the sight. He was shaken by the violence he had just 
accomplished. He had been a pacifist all his life. He had abhorred physical 
violence, and yet he had beaten his wife until her butt was aching and red 
from the bruising it had received and he was emotionally satisfied by it. 
And now she was begging him to fuck her. 

Arthur looked at her upraised slot and licked his dry lips. He owed her 
something. He owed her ... Slowly he inched forward and breathed in and 
filled his nostrils with the musky odor of her sex. He licked his dry lips 
again and began to lower his head between his wife's upraised knees. 

"Oooooooo!" Annie squealed at the first dry contact between her cunt lips 
and her husband's dry mouth. A flush of heat like a hot desert day spread 
through her loins. Then his hot, wet tongue was pushing into the tight-tight 
folds of her cunt. 

Carefully Arthur's tongue pushed the petals of Annie's cunt aside as it 
forcibly enlarged her fuck hole. It was so soft and tender, and yet Annie 
squirmed at the almost unbearable twinges of pain-pleasure that accompanied 
the intrusion. She was prepared to be ripped open forcibly by a rutting cock 
and the gentleness of Arthur's prick was heavenly. 

She fucked her hips up and down, wincing as her inflamed buttocks bounced 
softly on the bed. Stabbing pangs of heat shot from her rear into her front, 
lighting her thighs on fire as well as the liquid volcano constantly 
erupting between her fevered thighs. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, ooooo," she cried, twisting and corkscrewing her twat around 
his flickering, jabbing red tongue. He pushed his tongue tip into that 
constricted tunnel that was her twat and Annie shuddered with wave after 
wave of orgasm. She could barely cry, "I'm coming," before she was tied in 
pleasure knots by the wave of feeling that swept over her. She thrust her 
cunt up hard and screamed as his nose rubbed her gritty, sensitive clitoris. 
She heaved and convulsed and cried. The feeling was so good that she was 
afraid she might faint. 

Weakly Annie looked up at Arthur over the twin mounds of her softly swelling 
breasts. "I want you to fuck me, darling. I want to have your beautiful 
prick tearing in my cunt, ripping it open and making me feel it. I want to 
come around your beautiful cock and swallow your cum up my hole. Now, 
darling. Right away." 

Arthur lifted his head and his busy tongue pulled out of her hole and licked 
the last sweet drops of her juice off her pussy lips. "I thought you'd never 
ask," he said. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

Annie held herself in an iron grip as Arthur shifted his weight and moved up 
above her. His mouth, slick and smelly with her cunt juice, came down on her 
lips and his long tongue wiggled into her mouth and caressed her tongue. 

It was like being raped. He was so hot and fervent boring between her lips 
that Annie could only surrender as gracefully as she knew how while her 
fingers glided down between their two bodies and stroked the hard, long 
pecker that lay against her inflamed belly. 

His weight pushed her tender ass down into the bed and she flinched as her 
hot butt rubbed against the sheets. Involuntarily she jerked her pelvis up 
and Arthur's swollen, round penis was ready. The enlarged, purple head 
nudged against her saliva slick slot and then was shoving inside her portal. 
Annie moaned even as her cunt poured out a tremendous load of cunt juice on 
the delightful intruder. 

"Ohm, oh, oh, God," she cried out in a blind frenzy. She was being consumed 
by the fantastic experience of having his pecker penetrating her cunt, 
stuffing her tight tube with his sex meat. Her vagina was tight around it, 
like a glove around a finger, and she could feel each exuberant throb of his 
erotic penis in the depths of her womb. 

Then Arthur was pouring his cock to her. Up and down, in and out, his 
slippery cock slithered in and out of her clasping hole. She was soooo tight 
each caress was a heavenly dream filling her bottomless well. She closed her 
eyes and imagined she could see the pistoning of his pecker in her cunt. She 
knew that his cock was shiny with cunt juice and pink toned with blood. She 
stretched her legs wide to let him in deeper and deeper. 

Arthur plunged down against her and drove her ass into the soft bed. Fire 
spread through Annie's body. The heat in her loins was matched by the 
prickly pain-pleasure in her buttocks that seared wildly through her. 

Annie loved it. She rolled her eyes wildly and flailed up at Arthur, 
impaling her soft cunt on his hard prick. She had to remember she was doing 
it for him. That she was being punished for being a naughty girl. The 
punishment-the big, tearing penis in her tight slot-was too much like 
pleasure. She was crying and tearing at Arthur's naked back with her fingers 
trying to force more and more of his cock inside her hole. 

"Give it to me, Arthur," she screamed. "Give your fucking cock to me." 

Each movement of her hips encouraged the downward thrust of his pecker and 
Arthur drove his sweaty body against her naked flesh. His cock slithered 
eagerly in and out of her hairy pussy. His balls bounced enticingly between 
her gaping thighs and punished her sensitive asshole and battered asscheeks. 

Harder and harder they ground against each other. She was so tight that 
Arthur could barely keep himself from shooting in her twisting, writhing 
channel. And he stretched her to the point that she thought he was tearing 
her cunt open-tearing her soft ass in half. 

"I'm going to," Arthur sighed. "I'm going to come. Now. Nooooowwwww...." 

"Wait," Annie cried. She hunched her hips up. She wrapped her legs around 
her husband's waist and opened her delightful slit to his plunging penis to 
the utmost extremity. She was begging him to saw her in half with his 
weapon-and he tried. 

He plunged her body against the mattress and as she came up on the spring 
his penis drilled an extra fraction into her slithery cunt. His fingers tore 
her crotch apart, making it easier for his penis to fill her slathering, 
trembling sex hole.- 

"More, more, more," Annie moaned in an almost sexual delirium. She was 
loving it, every fucking minute of it. His cock was like a high speed drill 
buzzing in her hairy pussy. She couldn't get enough of it. She vibrated to 
the ends of her toes with the surging tide of her orgasm as it built in her. 

Arthur's arms tightened around her body. He stiffened and even his penis 
seemed to grow harder as he rose to the brink of his climax. He stabbed into 
her cunt. His hard pelvic bone ground with incredible force against Annie's 
soft-hard clitoris. 

Electricity flashed from her clitoris to her diamond hard titties. Her 
buttocks rubbed desperately against the hard mattress building the heat in 
her hungry cunt, filling her crotch with deep down, bone feeling. She was 
going to explode. Her vagina pulsated hotly around his penis, milking it, 
sucking it, loving it. 

And Arthur responded. His cock surged and lunged in her pussy and swelled 
and the heat started in his tight, tight balls and burned out along the 
length of his cock to the bulbous, swollen head. He pounded in her and his 
soft flesh hammered against the silken womb at the end of her tunnel. 

And then Arthur erupted. 

His hot sperm jetted into her sucking well. His cock pulsated in her sex 
tunnel and swallowed the almost non-stop outpouring of semen. 

Helpless, Arthur wrapped his arms around Annie and ground into her, his hips 
cradled by the saddle of her thighs catching and holding his body. His bare 
buttocks trembled as he poured his load into the swampy softness of her 
pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh," Annie sighed. Her own orgasm flowed over her in smooth ripples 
that lifted her to small heights and drilled her sensitive hole with 
pleasure and then dropped her only to raise her again. She was ecstatic. 

She cradled her husband and rocked him in her arms and crooned to him. It 
didn't matter that she was stiff from the spanking, that her sore ass made 
her almost too tender to lay on her behind. In her own, simple female way 
she had proved to herself that Arthur loved her enough to overcome her 
evilness. 

She smiled up into her husband's face and he smiled back. And then they 
kissed and their tongues played hotly in each other's mouths. But for the 
moment they were satiated. They were full of each other and more sex would 
have been just wasted frosting on the cake. 

For Annie, the world was becoming a sunny place again. 

And then she looked up. Her face clouded and a chill seized her heart. Her 
arms trembled and she tightened them around Arthur's bare back and tried to 
recapture the rapture that had filled her only moments earlier. 

"Gee, Mom, that's really swell," Jerry said. He sneered at her with his 
voice. 

"Get out of here." Arthur raised his voice and stared at his son. "Get to 
your room where I can talk to you later," he ordered. His voice snapped 
loudly with the ice in his tone. 

"Why don't we talk now, Dad," Jerry said. "I mean, we're going to talk about 
mom, and she's right here and might as well hear." 

Annie was ashamed and embarrassed. Her son was seeing her in sexual embrace 
with his father-fucking. It seemed too evil and wicked to contemplate. She 
tightened her hold on Arthur and cried, "No." 

But it was too late for that. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

"You don't know it, Dad," Jerry said, swaggering into the bedroom. "But mom 
is the town whore. The best lay on the beach, if you know what I mean." 

Arthur was standing up and waiting quietly while the boy came to him. His 
nakedness or the limpid cock straining over his balls didn't bother him. And 
Arthur was proud enough of his physical condition to have no hangups over 
being seen in the nude by his son. 

Unfortunately, Jerry didn't realize that. He had the power, the knowledge to 
make things go his way, and the boy planned on exercising it whether his 
father liked it or not. 

Annie couldn't look. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her legs 
spread. The hot trickle of semen oozed from her gaping cunt and made her 
pussy hair a sticky bog. 

"I got witnesses, Dad. Everything you need for a divorce. Maybe enough to 
get her locked up somewhere, if you want. She can't stop you with what I 
know .. 

Jerry was still smirking when his father hit him. The grin was wiped from 
the boy's face as he spun back and hit the wall. "Goddamn you," the boy 
screeched in frustrated rage and came off the wall waving his fists. "I was 
going to help you ... get rid of her. The whore ... the cunt. . 

And then Jerry looked surprised and he ran into his father's naked fist and 
he slumped quietly to the bedroom floor, the sneer gone from his face. 

Arthur looked at his wife, dazed by what he had just seen-what he had done. 

"Annie," he cried desperately, "what's happening to everything?" 

And then he wrapped his arms around her and let her stroke him as she 
comforted him. After a while, she said, "Jerry is right...." Arthur had his 
emotions in hand and he sat next to her, glancing at her naked, beautiful 
body and unable to resist the rise of his cock. His wife was magnificent. 
Enough to give a plaster saint a hard-on. And he realized what was wrong. 

"Darling," he said. "It's my fault. It's not Jerry or you-it's my fault." 

"No," Annie said. "Never...." 

"Yes." He shook his head at her. "The boy is jealous. All along he's wanted 
you. He's wanted to fuck and suck you and then, when it happened, it 
happened to others too. He probably dreamed about you and jacked off. And, 
when you broke down, when your barriers were overrun he couldn't stand the 
thought of sharing you. He wanted you to be a plaster saint because he knew 
he couldn't have you-he shouldn't. And when he did and the other boys were 
fucking you and sticking their dicks up your cunt, it was too much for him. 
He even wanted me to side with him against you." Annie bowed her head and 
held her husband's cock in her hand and rubbed it alongside her face in 
abject submission and apology. She didn't even notice the trail of shiny 
semen it left. "It was my fault," she said. 

"No, you don't see," Arthur said, shaking his head with a bitter expression 
on his face. "I wouldn't admit that I couldn't do for my family what I do 
for others. I had to have it all. So I diagnosed you wrong. I thought you 
were simply a controlled nymphomaniac...." 

"But I am...." 

Arthur brushed away her protest. "No," he said. "Perhaps a little oversexed. 
But that's the way you're made. You personify sex. Boys and men can't help 
but daydream about sticking a cock into you because you're a real woman. And 
how can you do anything but want it to happen-because that was what you were 
made most for: to fuck!" 

"I ... I don't understand." Annie kissed his prick and savored the salty 
flavor of it flooding her mouth. 

"It's my fault. I've kept you sex starved-and Jerry was attracted to you 
like a magnet to iron-he's sexually frustrated all the time, too." 

"But...." Annie looked up at him. 

"It isn't too late, darling." Arthur lifted her up to his height and kissed 
her lips and tasted the heavy flavor of his cum on her saliva. "I don't have 
to be so selfish. I ... I can share you." 

"Share...?" 

Arthur's eyes moved to Jerry lying on the floor, starting to wake up. "Me 
and Jerry, are we enough for you?" 

"Darling, darling, of course." Annie pressed herself against him and felt 
her tits tightening, hardening and rubbing erotically against his body. 

"We'll share you equally-prove we love each other equally," Arthur said. He 
reached down to lift Jerry to his feet. The boy looked at both of them, 
uncomprehending. 

"I know just the way," Annie promised. And she put her naked arms around her 
son and her husband and squeezed them both to her bosom. 

In just a few minutes, she knew she was going to go back to bed with the 
both of them, her experienced, virile husband and her innocent and equally 
virile son. And then she was going to share her body, her abundance with 
both of them at the same time. She'd never had two cocks going into her cunt 
at the same time. But it had to be equal. And that was the way. She could 
see herself sandwiched between the two of them, both pricks stabbing into 
her tender vagina, which opened reluctantly to accept them both. Annie knew 
it might hurt a little. It probably would. But it would be worthwhile to 
feel both her men filling the aching void that had caused her so much agony 
for so many years. 

She smiled at them and hugged them. "I think," she said, "we can start by 
getting on the bed together...." 


THE END
