YH-108  The Horny Babysitter
(John Fordham)


INTRODUCTION 

Today's teenagers are caught in the throes of a startling and dynamic sexual 
revolution. Sexual subjects which were once considered taboo in American 
society are now openly and frankly discussed. Exponents of free love, 
gay-liberation movements, and champions of sexual equality bombard the 
confused teenager from all directions. Today's X-rated movies are explicit 
in their treatments of conventional and unorthodox sexual practices. Both 
heterosexual and homosexual relationships are dealt with in vivid detail. 
Television programs, advertisements, and publications have greatly relaxed 
their sexual codes and censorship is rapidly fading as the once-forbidden 
subjects involving various sexual techniques and practices, and their 
resultant carnal pleasures, are freely discussed in today's more relaxed 
sexual climate. 

This new candor and emphasis on the joys of sex has the modern teenager 
trapped in a web of confusion. The impact of this new frankness and 
explicitness of hitherto unmentionable topics is often staggering in its 
intensity. Swept up in a time of change and uncertainty, of altering and 
often ambiguous moralistic codes and values, today's teenage girl is faced 
with problems that often prove overwhelming in their magnitude. 

Unlike the young girls of generations past, the modern teenage girl has no 
sharp delineation of what is right and wrong to which she can turn to for 
guidance. She is forced to find solutions for sexual problems that did not 
exist for those before her. In years past, the difference between acceptable 
and unacceptable sexual behavior was clearly defined and society ostracized 
those who broke the rules. Loss of virginity before marriage was severely 
condemned and girls who failed to remain chaste paid dearly for their 
alleged misconduct. 

But that was yesterday and despite the fact that many are shocked by the 
changing climate prevalent in modern times, we cannot turn back the hands of 
time. Today's sexually enlightened teenagers are not the unsophisticated 
innocents of yesteryear. 

Medical research and scientific gains have stripped away the fear of 
unwanted pregnancy. Many forms of contraception are easily obtained and 
readily available. The legalization of abortion in many states offers an 
added margin of safety for the uninformed or careless sexually active 
female. A teenage girl no longer pays the former price for engaging in 
pre-marital intercourse. Should she not wish to terminate an unexpected 
pregnancy, she does not suffer the social stigma of generations past. Even 
celebrities conceive out of wedlock and thrust their swollen bellies 
proudly. 

Today's young girls, therefore, undergo enormous pressures from within and 
from without. No longer able to use the fear of pregnancy as an excuse to 
refrain from sexual experimentation, enticed by the lure that sex is the 
panacea for all frustrations, they are forced to decide what is morally 
right for them as individuals. Some teenage girls indulge in sex out of 
curiosity but others do so for more complex reasons. 

Teenage girls sometimes permit sexual liberties in the hope of gaining 
newfound popularity with the opposite sex. Others turn to sex for far 
different motives. Feelings of inadequacy, insecurity, and loneliness are 
common causes. Sexual promiscuity is often an unconscious way of rebelling 
against the pressures of today's society or lashing out, in secret 
retaliation, at parents or guardians who have hurt them. 

Some girls indulge in sexual experimentation, then go on to achieve healthy 
satisfying adult relationships with the opposite sex. Others, however, are 
not so fortunate. Some girls become sexually promiscuous from neurotic 
compulsion. Motivated by deep-rooted feelings that they are unaware of, they 
seek sexual partners voraciously and indiscriminately. Driven by inner 
forces over which they have no control, they engage in a never-ending, 
compulsive quest for sexual gratification, but their true needs go 
unsatisfied. 

Often striving, desperately, to compensate for a lack of parental love, they 
search for that which was denied them with every sexual encounter. Because 
the sexually promiscuous teenage girl is seeking to fulfill an emotional 
need through a physical act, her frantic quest goes on. Only when she is 
able to come face-to-face with her true need-the desire to be loved-will 
that which constantly eludes her be attained. 

It is the hope of the publisher that this new novel, A Babysitter's Hunger, 
by famed author Andrea Michaels, will shed new light on this growing problem 
in today's society, that it will enlighten you, the reader, to the 
tremendous pressures facing today's teenagers. Unfortunately, promiscuous 
behavior is often condemned instead of understood. Perhaps the story of 
Bonnie Mae Owens will enable you to look upon the promiscuous teenage girl 
as a tormented individual driven by forces that she can neither comprehend 
nor control, to see her as she really is ... an unhappy girl who needs not 
censure but compassion and understanding. 

--The Publisher 


CHAPTER One 

Bonnie Mae Owens posed before the full-length mirror on her bedroom door, 
pleased with the reflection of her nude body. Once Nick sees me like this, 
he'll no longer think of me as a child, she thought, her full, sensual mouth 
curving into a smile. Arching her back, she ' admired her flat stomach, 
jutting white buttocks, and firm, ripe breasts. She lifted her hands to 
fondle her huge bosom, pretending that the fingers caressing their luscious 
fullness were those of the darkly handsome twenty-six-year-old construction 
worker down the hall. Bonnie Mae was only fifteen but she possessed the body 
and desires of a mature woman. Her urgent fingers moved across the twin 
mounds to press their delicate pink nipples. It felt good so she pressed 
harder, pinching and twisting until her nipples sprang into hot, stiff 
points and her vagina throbbed, wet with uncontrollable desire. 

"Oh, Nick," she moaned, closing her eyes. Fantasizing about the black-haired 
young man who'd moved in the apartment building three months ago but had 
failed to succumb to her charms, the voluptuous girl's right hand slid to 
the mound between her legs. How she ached for the real thing, for Nick's 
hands on her naked body, searching, probing, even hurting. And the feel of 
his mouth exploring her most secret places. 

As she imagined him sucking her eager nipples, Bonnie Mae's excitement 
mounted. Breathing hard, she pushed one finger, then another, into her 
milky, pulsating cuntal opening. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her mouth 
slack as she worked her fingers feverishly in and out, rubbing her clitoris 
with her thumb. 

Her other hand pulled and twisted her stiffly protruding nipples, first one, 
then the other, as she thought of Nick LaRocco. Oh, God, how I wish this was 
his penis inside me, she thought, moaning. I'd let him shove it clear up to 
my throat. 

This wasn't the first time that Bonnie Mae had engaged in sexual fantasies 
about Nick. She'd been doing so ever since he moved in last February. Once 
she feasted her eyes on the handsome, young stud, half the guys who screwed 
her became Nick in her imagination. Her battery-operated vibrator was Nick, 
Since she'd started her little game of let's-pretend, Bonnie Mae had enjoyed 
sex more than ever. 

If pretending is this good, she thought, her right hand moving faster, her 
probing fingers digging deeper, real live sex with Nick will probably blow 
my mind! She shoved her fingers higher, her thumb teasing the hotness of her 
swollen, erect clitoris. Bonnie Mae's hips pumped and her breath came in 
short, little gasps as her slick vagina grasped greedily. 

She cried out as wave after wave of sensual pleasure rippled through her 
wet, gyrating love nest. At last, Bonnie Mae sighed contentedly and her 
hands grew still. The lovely, young body no longer ached for release, now, 
and her pink nipples were relaxed and yielding. 

Tingling with the satisfaction she'd given herself, Bonnie Mae went to the 
bathroom to wash away the sticky juices of her spent passion. She bathed the 
inside of her shapely thighs, then spread the lips of her vulva to cleanse 
the tender, pink membranes within. Her fingers manipulated the washcloth 
with care, deliberately stroking the precious opening which had brought her 
such pleasure since she lost her cherry. 

The auburn-haired teenager had been letting boys fuck her for almost a year 
now and enjoyed even her first virginal encounter. How she loved the feel of 
a desire-swollen penis pumping in and out of her convulsing pussy, the 
pleasure-pain of a hungry mouth sucking her huge breasts. 

Lately, though, Bonnie Mae longed for something more. The teenage boys she 
shared her charms with no longer satisfied the young beauty the way they 
once did. In their panting eagerness, her youthful sex partners denied her 
the prolonged pleasure she ached for. 

Whenever she suggested experimenting with new, unusual positions, the young 
studs got so excited that they climaxed right away. The girl found the 
sensation of a pulsating penis shooting warm sperm into her cunt so 
pleasurable that she'd cum, too. And it was all over much too soon. Even 
though her young partners seemed thoroughly satisfied, Bonnie Mae still 
ached with a throbbing need that hadn't been met. 

Frustrated, the lovely redhead bought herself a cordless vibrator to help 
relieve her insatiable desires. What joys the long, penis-shaped gadget 
brought her! The mechanical sex organ never tired. Hour after sensual hour, 
Bonnie Mae lay with ivory legs spread wide and trembling as she thrilled to 
the rhythm of the vibrating, plastic cock. 

Pretending that it was Nick LaRocco's penis moving inside her, the girl 
often worked herself into such a sexual frenzy that she'd cum again and 
again, her quivering, auburn-haired love nest soaked with the milk of hot 
desire as crying out with ecstasy, she enjoyed orgasm after thrilling 
orgasm. 

Still, Bonnie Mae considered her vibrator a mere temporary aid. What she 
really wanted was a real, live cock that could bring her unsurpassed 
satisfaction. 

It's time to stop playing with boys and find myself a man, she decided. Like 
Nick LaRocco. The first time she laid her eyes on the big hunk, Bonnie Mae 
knew that he was the one. For Nick, she'd throw away her vibrator and kiss 
all the other pricks good-bye. Just thinking about him made her thighs 
tingle. Somehow, she knew that the well-built man with the flashing eyes and 
white teeth could thrill her as no one else could. 

I bet Nick could hump me for a solid half-hour before cumming, she grinned, 
wriggling into hip-hugger jeans and an emerald-green midriff shirt. The soft 
knit of the fabric clung tightly to her breasts, the outline of her perky 
nipples clearly visible. The outfit was new. She'd bought it with the first 
of her babysitting money and Bonnie Mae was well aware of the way it showed 
off her ample curves, the way the color flattered her green eyes and long, 
flaming hair. 

Taunting words that her mother often hurled echoed through her mind as fully 
clothed now, the teenage girl stood in front of the mirror once again. 
"You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and 
face reality." 

The stern-faced old woman had repeatedly warned her daughter that dreams 
only came true in fairy tales, not here in Chicago. But Bonnie Mae refused 
to let her embittered mother dim her hopes. 

"Just because Ma wound up marrying a drunk who couldn't hold a job doesn't 
mean I have to," she told her reflection. Mr. Owens had died of alcoholism 
years ago, leaving them penniless. The aging, careworn widow supported 
herself and her daughter by working as a receptionist in a nearby medical 
building. Her modest salary, however, afforded few luxuries. 

Desperate for clothing money once she had set her sights on Nick, Bonnie Mae 
found a steady babysitting job a few weeks ago. She sat for the 
seven-year-old son of Liz and Ralph Conway who lived down the street in an 
old frame house. The hours were flexible but she always started at seven 
when Liz left for the Mood Indigo Lounge where she worked as a cocktail 
waitress. Bonnie Mae babysat for Tracy until the boy's father came home. 

Ralph Conway was an insurance man who'd just started with a new company and 
put in heavy evening hours tracking down new accounts. Usually, Bonnie Mae's 
employer came home around ten but there were nights when he'd return as late 
as one in the morning. 

Bonnie Mae preferred his late hours for she not only made more money, but 
she had more fun as well. Ralph always phoned to give his wife or the young 
babysitter some indication of the time he'd return. Whenever he phoned to 
announce it would be a long evening, thinking the girl could sleep rather 
than wait up, Bonnie Mae had phoned boyfriends instead. She used the Conway 
bed, the living room floor, or the sofa. But not for sleeping! 

It was a soft job. Bonnie Mae was crazy about kids and little Tracy was like 
the kid brother she'd always longed for. Bonnie Mae was an only child, a 
change-of-life baby-unexpected, unwanted, and unloved. Once little Tracy 
settled down for the night, the voluptuous babysitter could do as she 
pleased. Watch television, leaf through magazines, or invite some guy over 
to give her a good humping. Best of all, now she could buy the kind of 
clothes to make Nick LaRocco's eyes light up whenever she passed him in the 
hall. 

And he would notice her! She'd feel that big prick of his inside her, yet. 
No matter what her old lady said, Bonnie Mae still believed in dreams. And 
hers was to seduce the handsome man who refused to give her more than a 
passing glance or a quick nod. 

"All I have to do is make the most of what I've got," she told the image 
gazing back at her in the mirror. And Bonnie Mae had plenty to work with. 

Just before leaving for the Conway house, Bonnie Mae poked her head out the 
door to see if her good-looking neighbor was in the hall. He wasn't, so she 
darted back into the apartment and grabbed the letter she'd stolen from 
Nick's mail-box after school. She'd knock on his door and hand him the 
envelope along with the phony story that the mailman had mistakenly placed 
it in the Owens' box but that she hadn't really looked at today's mail until 
just now. As she approached his door, Bonnie Mae didn't care if he believed 
her story or not. All she cared about was that Nick got a good look at her 
in this sexy, new outfit. 

Just as she lifted her knuckles to knock, Bonnie Mae heard voices from 
within and she paused, listening. 

"Oooohhh, Nicky!" a female voice gasped. 

"Like it, baby?" Nick asked in a husky voice. 

Bonnie Mae waited for the girl's reply but all she heard was a long moan, 
followed by grunting. Crouching, the curious redhead peered through the 
rusty keyhole, grateful for once that she lived in an old building. 

Still, she couldn't see much. All she could make out from her limited 
vantage point was a tangle of legs on the sofa. But the gasps, grunts, and 
cries of pleasure told her what her eyes couldn't see. Nick was fucking some 
young girl and they were having a hell of a good time. 

As she watched as much as she could see of the writhing, intertwined bodies, 
Bonnie Mae felt a slow warmth creep up her thighs and spread deliciously 
across her genital area. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, Nickeeee!" the girl shrieked. 

Bonnie Mae felt a dampness in her crotch as she throbbed with both desire 
and jealousy. Whoever that bitch is, I hate her! she seethed. Unable to bear 
the sights and sounds that she longed to be a part of, the young redhead 
rose and moved away from the doorway. 

Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she ran down the flight of stairs. 
When she reached the vestibule, Bonnie Mae paused by the row of mail-boxes 
and, silently cursing the handsome bastard, she dropped the stolen letter in 
the slot marked Nick LaRocco. 

* * * 

Liz Conway tightened the buckle of her belted nylon jacket and reached for 
her car keys. "Mr. Conway phoned about an hour ago," she said, eying the 
teenager's bobbing, braless bosom as the girl followed her to the door. 
Christ, this kid is stacked, she thought with a ripple of envy. She's got my 
tits three times over and look how they stick right out. "He may be rather 
late tonight, Bonnie Mae," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "He'll try to 
be home by eleven but if you get tired, just spread yourself out someplace 
and go to sleep." 

The redhead smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Conway," she called as her slim, 
platinum-haired employer headed for her car. "I might just do that." Spread 
myself out, that is, she added silently, closing the door. 

The girl made popcorn, then helped Tracy work a jigsaw puzzle on the kitchen 
table. They had such a good time that the little boy didn't get to bed till 
after nine. As soon as she tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, Bonnie 
Mae used the kitchen phone to dial Emil Novak's number. Man, I hope he can 
come over, she thought as the phone rang at the other end of the line. Emil 
is really hung and I could sure use a big hunk of meat in me tonight! After 
what she'd seen through the keyhole and overheard from outside Nick's door, 
the voluptuous girl was ripe and ready for action. 

"Emil ?" she asked, when a young, male voice answered. 

"Yeah." In a muffled voice, as though he were covering the mouthpiece, she 
heard him speak to someone. "It's Bonnie Mae," he whispered. 

"Who you talking to, Emil?" she asked, suddenly worried. I hope he hasn't 
already gotten himself some broad lined up for tonight. 

"Just Weasel. Me and him were just going out for a pizza." 

"Why not have a piece instead?" she teased. "I'm babysitting, Emil honey, 
and I'm awful lonesome." Her voice grew seductive. "Tracy's sleeping and his 
old man won't be home for hours." 

Emil's voice lowered. "What about Weasel?" 

"Bring him along," she invited. "The three of us can have ourselves a little 
party. Tell Weasel that I've got plenty of treats. Enough for both of you." 

Emil breathed harder. "We'll be right over," he promised, hanging up. 

Like all the boys who visited Bonnie Mae at the Conways', Emil remembered to 
come the back way. When she heard his knock, the young babysitter opened the 
kitchen door eagerly. 

"Hi, doll," Emil greeted as he and his friend entered. "Hey," he said, 
giving her a whistle of approval. "Now, don't you look good!" 

Emil was short and stocky with a slight hook nose but he had a crude sort of 
masculinity about him that appealed to the girl. She slid her arms around 
his neck and nibbled at one ear. "Good enough to eat?" she asked in a 
suggestive tone. 

Emil slid his hand down the back of the girl's jeans and squeezed her left 
buttock. She spread her legs and he moved his hand around to the front, 
fondling her fuzzy pubic mound. She tilted her pelvis forward invitingly and 
Emil responded by thrusting his middle finger up her moist vagina. Sighing 
with delight, Bonnie Mae rewarded him with a kiss, her pointed tongue 
exploring the inside of his warm mouth. 

When at last they drew apart, Emil lifted the girl's brief top roughly, 
exposing her large, succulent breasts. Pressing his face to one of her huge 
tits, his hot lips closed around the strawberry tip and sucked eagerly. The 
girl's auburn hair trailed down her back as her head fell back in ecstasy, 
her lips parted. 

The nipple of her other breast stood out like a hot needle, waiting its 
turn. With one final suck, Emil abandoned one tit for the other, his lips 
drinking greedily. He could keep at it until he drew blood and the girl 
cried out for mercy. Still, she loved every moment of the sweet, painful joy 
that his hungry mouth provided. 

But this was just a preliminary teaser and Emil soon pulled away. '"Ain't 
you going to say hello to Weasel?" he asked, gesturing toward the thin, 
pimply-faced boy who stood watching them. His mouth hung open and he 
breathed rapidly, his beady, close-set eyes glittering with excitement as 
they focused in lewd fascination on the elongated nipples punctuating the 
girl's twin, snowy peaks. 

"Hi, Weasel," she greeted, letting her green eyes drop to the bulge between 
his spindly legs. I wonder what his prick is like. she mused, sauntering 
over to him. She'd never done it with Weasel and even if he was homely, the 
thought of a fresh piece of meat appealed to her. Slowly, teasingly, she 
massaged the hot bulge through the boy's jeans. With her other hand, she 
took one of his and pressed it against her bare boob. Guiding his fingers 
with hers, she made him squeeze and press the firm white mound of flesh 
while she continued to fondle his swollen penis. 

"Pinch my nipples," she begged. 

Panting with excitement, the pimply-faced boy quickly obeyed. Using both 
hands now, he pulled and twisted while Bonnie Mae arched her back to give 
him greater access to the hot, stiff points rising between his fingers. 

"Harder!" she pleaded, unzipping his fly. 

The blemished boy's face was flushed now, his eyes glazed as he felt the 
girl's fingers close around the swollen head of his throbbing cock. She 
worked her hand back and forth and after just a few hard strokes, the boy's 
flaming penis reached its full potential. He's not as long as Emil, the girl 
observed, admiring the quivering cock between her caressing fingers. But 
he's deliciously wide. She could hardly wait to sample him and Bonnie Mae's 
jeans felt wet as she contemplated the double pleasure in store for her 
tonight. 

Emil got so worked up watching the curvaceous redhead jag his friend off 
that he quickly opened his pants to expose his own hardening prick. As his 
eager eyes devoured the girl's fiery nipples, flaming under the urgency of 
the fingers that pinched and twisted, Emil's balls quivered and his 
throbbing penis swelled with excitement. 

Bonnie Mae was thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture that her huge boobs 
were receiving but knew, from experience, that it was time to stop. She was 
afraid that Weasel was getting too excited too soon. His purplish, thick 
mushroom was dripping pre-coital juices and spittle trickled down one side 
of his chin. So she let go of his swollen penis and lifted his fingers from 
her quivering breasts. 

"That's enough for now, honey," she told him. "You don't want to shoot your 
load yet, Weasel." Not till your thick cock is buried deep in my love nest, 
she thought as hips swaying, she sauntered into the living room. 

Conscious of their eyes following her, the green-eyed girl went over to the 
stereo and turned it on. "All their records are lousy," she complained as an 
instrumental with a Latin beat filled the air. "But this is a party, right 
fellas? So what the hell, let's dance." 

Losing herself to the sensuous beat of the music, Bonnie Mae began to jerk 
her full hips, accenting the sharp, inward curve of her slender waist. Her 
luscious, full breasts bounced and bobbed under the clingy, green knit top 
covering them. Like a seductive, beckoning eyes, the girl's navel winked at 
Emil and Weasel as her lithe torso convulsed GO-GO style. 

"Hot in here, isn't it, boys?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Let's all get 
comfy." Keeping time with the heavy, sensual beat of the music, the girl 
jerked and twisted until her jeans slid down her well-shaped, creamy legs. 
Stepping out of them, she put her thumbs in the sides of her bikini panties 
and slowly pushed them down over her rounded hips. 

Turning to give the gaping boys a rear view, she gyrated and thrust her 
behind out, the panties slipping to offer them the deep cleavage of her 
ample, quivering, white buttocks. The panties dropped to the carpet and 
Bonnie Mae danced away from them. Running her hands through her auburn mane, 
she half-closed her eyes and pivoted to face her spellbound audience. 

Swirling her hips in a slow, wide circle, the sexually aroused beauty made 
her way over to the boys, pausing before each one to bump and grind her 
hungry pussy in front of their swollen, dripping cocks. 

Emil's hand reached out but Bonnie Mae was too fast for him. Laughing 
huskily, the girl backed away. "Come on, fellas," she urged, lifting her 
green top. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward proudly as she pulled the 
knit shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Don't just stand there with 
your fly open. Take it off-" 

As the boys fumbled with their clothes, Bonnie Mae continued to dance. As 
she jerked and convulsed, perspiration formed in tiny beads on her excited 
body. Her luscious breasts glistened and trembled, their rosy, young nipples 
beckoning eagerly as she moved across the carpet. As the music slowed, the 
wanton babysitter began to sway slowly in place, stroking her firm thighs. 
Her hands moved upward, trailing across the auburn hairs of her pulsating 
genital area. Shivering, she caressed the creamy wetness within the prickly 
lips of her vulva, her long, flaming hair falling across her shoulders as 
her head rolled in lustful abandon. 

Her searching, eager hands abandoned her throbbing love nest to slither up 
her sweating torso as she swayed in time to the music. Stroking her ivory 
breasts, she cupped them until they stood out like two huge melons. Then, as 
the music pounded to a crescendo finale, the girl responded by dancing 
wildly. Beads of sweat trickled down her buttocks and breasts. The snowy 
mounds of flesh trembled and shook on the jerking, convulsing young body. 

The music stopped and the girl dropped to the rug, flushed and panting. She 
watched, her eyes bright and her pussy throbbing, as the two boys 
approached, their big, red pricks bobbing at her like two snakes ready to 
strike. Rising to her knees, the naked girl arched her back to show off the 
exquisite fullness of her pink-tipped, pleading breasts. Lips apart, she 
slid her fingers up her slippery torso to let them close around each swollen 
mound of flesh, offering one to each boy. "Suck me!" she gasped. One on each 
side of her arched and sweating body, the boys' mouths sought their prey. 
Ripples of pain and pleasure delighted Bonnie Mae as their warm, eager 
mouths closed around her rigid, pointed nipples. Emil sucked her right 
nipple good and hard, the way she loved, his teeth bruising the tender flesh 
as he gave it a thorough workover inside his grasping, wet mouth. 

Weasel didn't pull so hard but sucked up as much tit as he could without 
gagging. His entire mouth was filled with the delicious melon of flesh and 
the boy moaned with enjoyment over this rare and tasty treat. This is the 
sweetest tit I've ever tasted, he realized, his balls aching as his cheeks 
worked in and out. His tongue flicked over the girl's entire areola, 
encircling it with agonizing slowness, then probing at the swollen tip of 
her nipple. 

Panting, Bonnie Mae's excitement mounted. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, pumping her 
hips forward, her eyes glazed. "That feels good." She felt the jabs of their 
dripping penises as they pushed against her from both sides. I don't know 
which feels best, she thought, panting as the boys' warm mouths devoured 
her. Emil's mucking or Weasel's tongue. Her boobs had never gotten such a 
great going over and Bonnie Mae was half-crazed with sexual pleasure. 

Weasel tasted the sticky sweetness of the girl's excitement as his tongue 
manipulated the tip of her gently oozing nipple. He swallowed, his tongue 
hard and cruel as he drank greedily, longing for more. As he sucked, he 
shoved his pulsating penis against her sweating body. Christ, how he ached 
to shove it into her cunt! 

Emil was throbbing, too, and he sucked harder, rubbing his stiff, inflamed 
rod against the girl's thigh. He drew blood and hot pains shot through the 
girl's punished mound of flesh but God, how she loved it! She arched her 
back even more and pumped her pelvis wildly. 

"Harder!" she panted, her arms trembling as she arched and gyrated. At last, 
her excitement reached a glorious peak and suddenly, Bonnie Mae went rigid. 
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and she cried out as wave after wave of 
sensual pleasure coursed maddeningly through her body. The slick walls of 
her young vagina rippled and convulsed as the lovely girl enjoyed a deep, 
thrilling orgasm. 

Watching her climax aroused the boys even more. "Jeez, I can't wait no 
longer," Emil panted, releasing the girl's breast. Weasel let go of his 
prize, too, and Bonnie Mae slumped to the floor, sprawled and naked, her 
auburn hair spilling about the carpet. She sighed blissfully, her wet, sore 
nipples pointing accusingly at their recent tormentors. 

Weasel moved aside to let his more aggressive friend mount the girl. It's 
only fair Emil get to fuck her first, he rationalized as he watched the 
short, stocky young stud straddle her. After all, she's really his piece and 
he could have had her all to hisself tonight. 

The boy's close-set eyes glittered with excitement as he watched his buddy 
spread the girl's thighs and with broad thumbs, open the fuzzy lips of her 
cunt. The pimply-faced spectator licked his lips at the blooming, pink 
petals that Emil had exposed. Seeing the girl's milky nectar of passion, 
Weasel's trembling hand fingered the sensitive, gaping opening of his thick 
rod. He could hardly wait his turn. How he ached to shove his pulsating, 
massive prick into that fuzzy little cunt, to empty his quivering balls deep 
inside her passion-coated slit. 

Emil slid his wide hands under her buttocks and grabbed, lifting the girl's 
hips. Grunting with pleasure, he rammed his long penis into her oily vagina. 
He pushed hard, eager to penetrate the length of her love tunnel and Bonnie 
Mae gasped, thrilling to every inch of his wondrously long cock. 

Tilting the girl's hips to gain greater access to her eagerly grasping, 
dripping cunt, the hook-nosed boy was soon pounding against the mouth of her 
cervix. Still, he pushed harder, ramming her again and again, his balls 
slapping her buttocks as, grunting, he soared higher and higher, fucking for 
all he was worth. 

The lovely, young redhead rolled her head from side to side, moaning. 
Christ, it felt good! "Deeper!" she gasped. Emil's hands continued to pump 
her trembling buttocks upward as he fucked harder. Moaning, she clasped her 
slender legs around the boy's neck straining towards his every brutal 
thrust. 

Panting with lust, Weasel stroked his swollen sacs. As he watched the 
writhing, fiercely copulating couple before him, the boy's frustrated penis 
dripped its longing onto the carpet. 

Pumping savagely now, Emil emitted a low, gurgling sound as his long, 
punishing penis jerked and spurted inside the girl, releasing his pent-up 
desires against her cervix and rippling vaginal walls. 

Bonnie Mae's legs clasped tighter and she dug her fingernails into Emil's 
back. A high-pitched cry sprang from her lips. Feeling the boy's warm sperm 
shoot into her in thrilling, convulsive spurts, she reached her second 
climax. 

Emil unwound the girl's limp legs from around his neck and dismounted, 
offering the piece of ass to his pal. Weasel eagerly took the first boy's 
place, his eyes glazed, and hands trembling in lustful anticipation. He 
climbed on top of her but Emil had a better idea. 

"Fuck her from behind, Weasel," he suggested. "Give her a real treat." 

Eager to cooperate, Bonnie Mae rolled over and got up on her hands and 
knees, offering the blemished boy her full, white buttocks. She could hardly 
wait to sample this fresh piece of meat. 

The boy ran his fingers down the sweaty sides of her slim waist, then along 
the curve of her wide hips, pulling her against him. He fumbled for a few 
moments, trying to find the right opening, then his throbbing, dribbling 
mushroom head slid easily into her passion-soaked slot. 

This piece of ass was worth waiting for. Whimpering with excitement, the boy 
shoved himself into the slick opening. Bonnie Mae pushed her rump backwards 
to meet his every forward thrust, her huge, dangling breasts bouncing back 
and forth as she pumped enthusiastically. She felt the walls of her vagina 
stretch to accommodate this thick, new conqueror and was aroused once again. 

"Come on, Weasel," Emil urged, enjoying his front-row seat now that he'd had 
his fun. "Go to it, pal. Give her the fucking of her life!" 

Weasel responded by pumping his slender hips forward with even greater 
vigor, withdrawing his quivering rod almost completely before he slammed it 
back in again. His swollen testicles slapped against the back of Bonnie 
Mae's thighs with each re-entry. 

Emil sprawled beside them on the carpet, enjoying his friend's lustful 
whimpers, the girl's grunts of pleasure, and the slapping sounds of flesh 
meeting flesh. 

Her muscles straining, Bonnie Mae lifted her buttocks higher. Her elbows 
buckled as Weasel gained speed and momentum, making her dangling breasts rub 
against the soft carpet as she pumped back and forth. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes hooded with sexual pleasure. The swollen 
organ rubbing against the quivering, sperm-coated walls of her love slot 
felt marvelous and the lusty knowledge that Emil was watching their 
performance added to her carnal pleasure. For once, she didn't have to 
fantasize about Nick in order to enjoy herself. Two sexual partners was a 
new adventure for the girl, one she found so stimulating that pretending was 
unnecessary. 

With one final inward jab, Weasel uttered a strange, animal-like cry, his 
entire body shuddering as he reached the ultimate moment of sexual release. 
His trembling hands grabbed for the girl's dangling tits and he squeezed and 
kneaded their firm, white flesh as he squirted his love juice deep inside 
her. 

The pulsating, hot spurts felt so good that Bonnie Mae dropped to her 
elbows, groaning with satisfaction as her luscious, young body thrilled to 
the ripples of still another orgasm. 

Weasel collapsed on top of her and they fell, limp and spent, sprawled 
together on the carpet. The sounds of labored breathing filled the air. 
Bathed by the warmth of afterglow, Bonnie Mae reached for Weasel's hand. 

"Well, time to get your ass moving, Weasel," Emil ordered, abruptly now that 
the show was over. "We better get the hell out of here before the kid's old 
man turns up." 

Rising on one elbow, Bonnie Mae glanced at the clock, blinking in surprise 
at the lateness of the hour. "My," she said, sitting up to stretch lazily. 
"How time flies when you're having fun, huh, fellas?" 

She expected them to answer, or at least laugh, but the boys seemed 
preoccupied with their clothes. They dressed quickly and with hurried 
good-byes left the Conway house. The girl locked the door behind them and 
sighed. Suddenly, her naked body didn't feel so tingly anymore. 

That's what's wrong with all of them, she decided, making her way to the 
bathroom. Once they have their fun, that's it. They forget all about me. She 
could just picture them rushing down to the pizzeria to boast about the good 
time she'd given them tonight. 

And she had to admit that they'd given her a rollicking time, too. At least, 
she'd thought so at the time. But now, doubt and confusion set in. Why then, 
was this familiar sadness settling over her as she cleansed her body? And 
then she faced the bitter truth. Once again, she knew that the physical 
satisfaction she'd experienced tonight was only temporary. Just like all the 
other times she'd had sex. 

Oh, it had been exciting, all right, a real novelty having two lovers. 
Still, it wasn't enough. Something was missing. Now that the lustful evening 
was over, Bonnie Mae felt a strange sort of emptiness. She longed for 
something more in her life, something she had not yet experienced. 

Just what that intangible something was she did not know. Yet, a small voice 
somewhere inside told the girl that once she found whatever it was she was 
searching for, she would be truly happy, that as a woman, she would know 
complete and lasting fulfillment. 

After she bathed herself, the girl returned to the living room to retrieve 
the clothing she'd strewn about while performing her sensual dance. As she 
bent to pick them up, she noticed the spots on the carpet. Emil and Weasel 
had left milky traces of sperm. She wriggled into her clothes and started 
into the kitchen to get something to clean the soiled carpet when she heard 
a key turning in the lock. 

Hurrying back to the living room, she sat down on the sofa and opened a 
magazine. It was too late to do anything about the rug now. She'd just have 
to hope that the stains would dry up and go unnoticed. She didn't want to 
lose this job and Bonnie Mae was afraid that should Mrs. Conway find out 
what was going on here during her absence, the woman would definitely fire 
her. The teenage babysitter had the distinct impression that the 
platinum-haired woman resented her, anyway. 

"Hi there, Bonnie Mae," Ralph Conway greeted, coming in from kitchen. "You 
still awake?" 

Bonnie Mae looked up from the magazine and blinked in mock surprise. "Oh, 
Mr. Conway!" she exclaimed. "I didn't realize it was so late." 

He gave her a sympathetic smile. "You should have napped, my dear. After 
all, you have to get up for school in the morning. Come on, I'll see you to 
your door. Your mother must worry until you're safely home." 

Bonnie Mae suppressed the bitter reply that leaped to her tongue. That's a 
laugh, she thought, as she followed her attractive employer to the door. The 
only thing Ma worries about is getting me off her hands. 

As he held the door open for her, the lovely, young redhead noticed the way 
that Ralph Conway's gray eyes took in her entire figure, the way they 
flickered with unspoken admiration. And she smiled. For she was fairly 
certain that should Ralph Conway ever find out about her little sexual 
escapades in his house, she wouldn't lose her job. Him, she was pretty sure 
she could handle. 

Just how well-and how intimately-she was going to handle Ralph Conway, 
Bonnie Mae was yet to discover! 

CHAPTER Two 

Liz Conway scrubbed at the carpet with a stiff brush, removing the last of 
the suspicious looking stains she'd noticed that morning. She was relieved 
that they'd come out but the slender housewife was still upset. 

What the hell's going on here behind my back? she wondered as she stood up 
and frowned at the damp carpet. It wasn't the first time she'd asked herself 
that question since that young sexpot had come to work for them. She hadn't 
wanted to hire the curvaceous redhead in the first place but she'd had no 
choice. With Ralph just starting out on a new job, they needed the extra 
income that she brought in working as a cocktail waitress at the Mood 
Indigo. She'd been lucky to get the job and had needed a sitter right away. 
Bonnie Mae was the only girl available. The older girls in the neighborhood 
preferred to clerk in stores and the younger ones who wanted the job were 
too immature. 

So much as she hated to, she'd hired Bonnie Mae Owens. She had to admit, 
though, that little Tracy was crazy about the girl. But Liz didn't like her 
at all. Because she was afraid that her husband was crazy about her, too. 

Oh, she knew that Ralph had cheated on her in the past. There had been 
others but they were women, mature adults who'd thrown themselves at his 
feet. And Ralph, weak when it came to the opposite sex, couldn't resist the 
temptation of an easy score. 

But whenever Liz found out, he begged her forgiveness and swore he loved 
only her. Then, he'd make it up to his blonde wife. Her fur coat was to 
compensate for that buxom brunette. That trip to Miami Beach was to help Liz 
forget the topless dancer Ralph had taken up with. And the car that Liz now 
drove was an act of contrition for getting tangled up with a co-worker's 
willing wife, a mistake which had cost Ralph his job. 

Each time, Liz had forgiven him because she was crazy about her husband and 
realized all too well how attractive other women found him, too. And, hell, 
she'd known right from the start that he was no saint. Lord only knows he 
got into Liz fast enough-right on their first date. There had been other men 
for Liz before Ralph, but none since. Even though he'd cheated on her, Liz 
had remained faithful, had stuck with her philandering husband through good 
times and bad. 

But this was something else. To Liz Conway, screwing around with a 
fifteen-year-old babysitter was sick, perverted, something she couldn't 
tolerate. There wasn't a fur or vacation or car in the world to make her 
forgive that. Everyone had a breaking point and for Liz, it was the thought 
of her husband screwing a Goddamn kid! The mental image of Ralph humping a 
fifteen-year-old girl made her sick to her stomach. 

And right now, her insides churned, for Liz's ugly suspicions were growing 
like a fast-spreading cancer. She knew damn well what these spots were here 
on the carpet. Last week, she'd found similar stains on the edge of the 
bedspread. And what about all those wet washcloths in the bathroom with the 
pungent smell of genital secretions still lingering? And the telltale pubic 
hairs lining the wash basin? 

Ralph must have fucked that precocious little whore right here on the floor 
lust night, Liz realized as she picked up her scrub brush and pail and 
carried them into the kitchen. His two-timing prick is so eager, he's 
getting careless. But Liz would see to it that her cheating husband paid 
through the nose for his lecherous acts. 

She wouldn't say a word to either one of them, just go on pretending she 
didn't suspect a thing. But Liz was determined to set a trap for the pair. 
She'd give them just enough rope to hang themselves and then Liz would reap 
her revenge. She'd divorce the fucking bastard, take his son away from him, 
and bleed him dry! 

Her hands trembling with jealous rage, the blonde housewife lit a cigarette, 
took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled as she made her plans. She'd make 
Ralph curse the day he first laid eyes on Bonnie Mae Owens. For she was 
going to be the costliest piece of ass he'd ever screwed! 

* * * 

Elmira Simms' pudgy face grew mottled as she listened to her classmate 
describe last night's activities in the Conway house. The two girls were 
sneaking a cigarette in the school john while Bonnie Mae told her all about 
what she'd done with Emil and Weasel the night before. 

"It was really wild," Bonnie Mae said, rolling her eyes while her obese 
friend listened intently, leaning close. "You know how Emil's hung and how 
far in he can get. But Weasel really felt good, too. God, he's wide!" 

Elmira's eyes sparkled with excitement and she felt a soft throbbing between 
her heavy thighs. "How many times did you cum?" 

"Three times," Bonnie Mae sighed. "And each time was better than the last. I 
thought I'd go crazy it felt so great." 

"I came six times once," Elmira boasted, tossing her stringy, lifeless brown 
hair. "When some of the guys gang-banged me in the back of the field house 
one night." The throbbing below became an ache as the girl recalled the 
night she'd sprawled on the grass, her heavy thighs spread wide and 
yielding, as penis after swollen penis entered her. "Man, that night was the 
greatest." 

"Well, last night wasn't bad either, honey," Bonnie Mae said, lifting her 
cigarette to her full lips. "It was the first time I ever had two guys at 
once." Smiling, she stroked her full breasts. "Christ, Elmira, did they ever 
give my boobs a going over. Look at the marks I've got," she said, lifting 
her sweater. The melonous mounds that bobbed at her friend were bruised with 
purplish hickies and her lovely nipples were red and inflamed. The redheaded 
teenager stroked them tenderly. "But it was worth it. Mmmmmm, how I love to 
have these babies sucked." 

Elmira stared at her friend's huge, bared breasts, the excited blotches in 
her face getting brighter. "I know a guy who's really great, Bonnie Mae. As 
a matter of fact, he gets his cookies from sucking tits as much as he does 
from fucking. And he can take on two pairs of boobs at a time." 

Bonnie Mae lowered her sweater and grinned. "No shit!" 

Elmira giggled. "I'm telling you, this is really his hangup. Just give Potsy 
a mouthful of tit and he's happy as a baby." Her eyes grew thick-lidded and 
dreamy. "But he sucks a hell of a lot harder than some hungry kid. And the 
things he does with his tongue! Oooh, I could almost cum just thinking about 
it." 

"Potsy?" Bonnie Mae repeated incredulously. 

The pasty-faced boy was even fatter than Elmira. Potsy was in her afternoon 
study but she'd never given him a second glance. 

"Bonnie Mae," Elmira said, her voice lowering, "how about you and me and 
Potsy getting together for a little fun ? I can guarantee you'll enjoy 
yourself." Her eyes dropped to her friend's bulging sweater. "But I warn 
you, you better wait till those big boobs stop aching. Because once Potsy 
gets through with them, they're going to hurt like hell." 

Why not? Bonnie Mae asked herself, still annoyed with the way that Emil and 
Weasel had taken off so abruptly last night. Let them find someone else to 
screw! She'd let her boobs heal and then give Elmira's idea a try. It 
sounded like fun. And two girls going at it with one guy would be still 
another treat for her. "I'm game, Elmira," she said, smiling. "It sounds 
wild." 

Elmira giggled with excitement as they discussed their plans. Potsy's 
apartment wasn't any good as someone was always home. And Elmira's 
prostitute of a mother needed their place herself. 

"We could use my house after school," Bonnie Mae offered. "My old lady 
leaves for work at one and gets home about eight thirty. But I have to leave 
for the Conways' at seven." 

Elmira shook her head. "That's no good either, sweetie. Potsy works after 
school and don't get home till after nine." 

The girls decided that the Conway house was their only solution. Bonnie Mae 
would wait until Ralph Conway announced that he was going to be quite late, 
then she'd phone Elmira. Elmira would contact Potsy and the two of them 
would hurry over to where Bonnie Mae babysat. 

"And don't forget to come the back way so no one sees you," Bonnie Mae 
reminded. 

The bell rang for their next class and the two teenagers tossed their 
cigarettes in the nearest toilet and headed for the door. "And don't you 
forget either," the pudgy-face girl teased as they parted in the corridor. 
"Save those gorgeous tits of yours for our big night!" 

* * * 

Bonnie Mae was returning from the corner store, a carton of Coke in one hand 
and a sack of groceries in the other, when she saw Nick LaRocco's red 
Riviera pull up to the curb. Her heart fluttering, the girl quickened her 
pace so that she reached the door of their apartment building just as he 
did. 

"Oh, hi, Nick," she greeted, feigning surprise as the dark-eyed young man 
emerged from his car. Jeez, he's built, she thought, admiring his firm, 
muscular body as he walked towards her. Even in his soiled, sweaty work 
clothes, Nick did something to her that she didn't quite understand. 

"Well, if it isn't little Bonnie Mae," he replied, white teeth flashing in 
his tanned face. "Here, let me carry that." He took the heavy carton of soda 
from the girl and held the door open for her. 

The young redhead was so taken by surprise that for a few moments, she 
forgot to play temptress. The boys she knew never did things like that. 
Then, regaining her composure, she smiled seductively, her green eyes 
teasing as she sauntered through the doorway. 

Taking full advantage of the fact that Nick was directly behind her, the 
teenager swung her hips from side to side as she mounted the steps, fiercely 
glad that she was wearing her tightest pair of low-cut jeans. 

"Thanks, Nick," she purred as they reached the door of her apartment. "How 
about letting me pay you back with an icy Coke?" 

He shook his head. "Thanks, anyway, little girl," he said, trying not to 
stare at the perky nipples poking their way through her bulging sweater. 
"But I can't. No time. Got to get out of these clothes and into the shower." 
Winking, he handed her the carton of Coke. "Got me a big night in store, 
know what I mean?" 

Whistling, he gave a little wave, stuffed his hands into his pockets and 
strode down the hall. Bonnie Mae stood staring after him until, without so 
much as a backward glance, the handsome, young man turned into his own 
apartment. 

"Damn him!" the girl muttered, dropping the carton of Coke onto the kitchen 
table with a thud. Tears of frustration stung her eyes as she emptied the 
small sack of groceries. He called me little girl again, she thought, 
slapping two pieces of baloney onto a stale slice of bread. If I wore a bra, 
I'd need a D-cup, but he still thinks of me as a kid! 

She opened a bottle of Coke, poured it over ice and lifted the glass to her 
lips, trying to swallow the lump in her throat before sitting down to her 
cold and lonely supper. 

* * * 

Nick LaRocco scrubbed his powerful body and tried to think about Maria, the 
broad he planned to screw tonight. Maria was slim and pretty in a delicate 
sort of way, with soulful eyes, and Nick had taken her out three times now. 
An experienced and expert lover, Nick had sensed, instinctively, that he'd 
have to take it slow and easy with this one. He'd wined and dined the girl, 
sent her flowers, the whole bit. And tonight, Nick knew he would reap his 
just reward. For little Maria was ripe and ready. How well he recognized the 
familiar signs of an approaching sexual conquest! 

Still, he kept seeing the outline of Bonnie Mae's pointed nipples, the 
tempting fullness of her young breasts under that sweater she wore. God, 
that kid's got a pair of knockers, he thought, scrubbing his testicles. Once 
again, he saw the curve of her rounded buttocks as she'd ascended the 
stairway tonight. "Man, how I wanted to reach out and grab myself a handful 
of that cute little ass," he muttered aloud, knowing full well that the 
teenage girl had wiggled it for his benefit. 

His muscular arm reached out to turn the hot water handle to off. Cool it, 
man, he told himself as he stood under the cold spray. Forget Bonnie Mae 
Owens, Nicky boy. That kid spells trouble with a capital "T". And you've had 
enough of that, remember? So she's a looker and she's stacked and she's 
dying to offer you her pretty, little pussy. She's out of bounds. 

No matter how luscious her tits looked, or how cute her ass, there was no 
getting away from the fact that the kid was fifteen years old. Jailbait! 
Nick had had trouble with the law already and didn't want to go that route 
again. It had been a long road back but he had a good job now, drove a new 
car, and fucked more than his share of broads. He didn't want to mess things 
up. Why screw around with jail-bait when he had plenty of legal pussy 
putting out for him? 

No, he'd keep right on discouraging the aggressive teenager down the hall 
until she finally gave up and went panting after someone else. Besides, that 
old lady of hers looked as hard as a prick that was ready to blow its wad. 
Nick didn't want the law on his tail again and he didn't want a shotgun 
wedding, either. And Mrs. Owens looked like she'd either blow the whistle or 
arrange a quick ceremony if she caught anyone screwing around with her 
daughter. 

Nick didn't want to wind up behind bars again and knew that marriage could 
be a prison, too. Like his father, Nick had a powerful sex drive but unlike 
his old man, Nick didn't want to marry someone with an average libido and 
constantly cheat on her. His old man's sexual exploits had driven Nick's 
mother to suicide. 

Nick had loved his mother and after her tragic death, he went off the deep 
end himself for a while. That's when he got into trouble and did a stint 
behind bars. Unlike the father he now hated, Nick had paid for his mistakes. 
Nick didn't know where his old man was now and he didn't give a damn. But he 
did know that he wasn't going to fuck up his life the way his old man did. 

As much as Nick liked kids, he wasn't going to get married unless he found a 
piece of ass that was really special. It would take a hell of a lot of woman 
to satisfy his huge, insatiable cock. He'd screwed so many broads over the 
years that he'd lost count and none of them was good enough to make him give 
up all the others. 

Most couldn't match his frenzied pace. The few who could keep up didn't 
excite him enough to make him want to screw them exclusively. Whoever became 
Mrs. Nick LaRocco would have to be a looker and a sexpot. But not a nympho. 
He wanted a hungry pussy, all right, but not one with the morals of an alley 
cat. Nick would demand complete fidelity from his wife or he'd break her 
ass. 

He stepped from the shower and rubbed his tanned body briskly with a towel. 
His broad penis stiffened as his thoughts strayed, again, to the 
well-stacked teenager down the hall. "Down, boy," he said to his growing 
erection. "That kid's jailbait, remember? Besides, she's probably not half 
as good as she looks." Nick often found that the broads who looked and acted 
the sexiest wound up being the biggest flops in the sack. 

"Concentrate on little Maria," he reminded himself, his hand closing around 
the neck of his enlarged organ to give it a few quick, vigorous strokes. 

CHAPTER Three 

Even though she longed to scratch Bonnie Mae's green eyes out, Liz Conway 
did her best to mask her suspicions when the young babysitter arrived the 
next evening. 

"Hello, Bonnie Mae," the blonde housewife greeted, pasting a smile on her 
face as she waved the girl in. 

"Hiya, Tracy," the teenager bubbled as the freckled boy ran to meet his 
babysitter. "Guess what I've got?" she teased, showing him a paper sack. 

Seeing the way her son's eyes lit up made Liz seethe with jealousy. She 
quickly averted her gaze and concentrated on applying the rest of her 
mascara before the oval mirror in the foyer. The fucking bitch has both of 
them wrapped right around her little finger, she thought, resentment flaring 
as little Tracy jumped up and down with excitement, trying to guess what was 
in the sack. 

Liz returned the mascara to her purse and glanced at Bonnie Mae. Her eyes 
narrowed as they appraised the twin mounds rising beneath the girl's 
sequined T-shirt. I'll bet Ralph has himself a great time with those! She 
could just see her husband's lips closing around the girl's nipple, sucking 
greedily, while his hands grasped the firm, young flesh. With a little 
shiver of disgust, the woman shook her platinum head to banish the unbidden, 
ugly image from her mind. 

"Look, Mommy," Tracy cried, running to show his mother the gift he'd 
received. "She brought me a punch-out set! Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!" 

"How nice," Liz murmured, smiling stiffly as she reached for her jacket from 
the front hall closet. "Say thank you to Bonnie Mae, dear." 

As the boy ran to hug his babysitter, Liz opened the front door. "Mr. Conway 
phoned just before you got here," she told the girl, studying her face. "And 
he expects to be home by ten tonight." 

When Bonnie Mae merely looked up with a brief nod, Liz reminded Tracy to be 
a good boy, then bade them both good-bye. 

"They must have some kind of signal set up," Liz muttered, thinking aloud as 
she threaded through the evening traffic. Liz had been trying to find 
something to go on and the more she thought about the telltale signs of 
funny business she'd found at home, the more she realized that she'd always 
noticed a pungent-smelling washcloth or trail of pubic hair on nights when 
Ralph had worked late- supposedly! 

Liz knew the exact time her husband returned each night because she left a 
scratch pad on the table in the foyer for just that purpose. For Ralph to 
record his time of arrival so that they could figure out exactly what they 
owed the babysitter at the end of the week. Last night, Ralph had gotten in 
late-according to the time he'd marked down, anyway. And last night, there 
were the sperm stains on the living room carpet! 

And Liz was almost positive that she'd found that stain on the bedspread 
last week on a Wednesday morning. The morning after Ralph had gotten home 
just minutes before Liz got in at her usual time-one thirty a.m. She reached 
for a cigarette, lit it with the car's lighter, and exhaled angrily. Here, 
I've been paying that little slut a buck an hour extra those nights. 
Actually paying her to let my husband screw her! 

Tires screeching, she pulled into the parking lot of the Mood Indigo Lounge, 
wondering if Ralph paid the girl a little something extra on the side as 
well. For she was pretty sure that Ralph was only pretending to work late on 
certain nights. Instead, he'd come home a lot earlier than the time he'd 
mark down. And while she was still on the payroll, he'd fuck the hell out of 
a fifteen-year-old kid! Liz pulled into her usual parking space, jammed on 
the brakes, and slammed the car door so hard that a passer-by gave her a 
curious glance. 

The two cocktail waitresses met at the bar. Stella had gone off duty but was 
lingering for a drink. "Something's bothering you tonight, ain't it, Liz?" 
Stella asked as she slid onto the bar stool beside her. "Know how old Stella 
can tell?" her friend asked, studying Liz through thick false eyelashes. 
"You been forgetting to wiggle your fanny at the customers, luv. And you 
ain't been smiling much, either. Now, that just ain't like Liz Conway." She 
leaned close, offering the platinum-haired waitress a cigarette. "How 'bout 
it?" she added, her voice sympathetic. "Wanna tell old Stella your troubles? 
Maybe I can help, luv." 

Liz accepted the cigarette and studied the dissipated, puffy face of her 
friend as she bent toward her extended lighter. Maybe I should confide in 
Stella, Liz thought. The older, dark-haired waitress had been divorced twice 
and might be able to give her some pointers. 

Without wasting words, Liz got right to the point. "Ralph's up to his old 
tricks again, Stella," she announced through a cloud of smoke. "Only this 
time he's gone too far." Liz quickly explained what she thought was going on 
between her husband and their voluptuous babysitter and what she'd found to 
justify her fears. Her voice trembling, Liz made it clear that should her 
ugly suspicions prove accurate, she was definitely through with Ralph. "I'm 
not staying with a creep who screws fifteenyear-olds," she concluded. 

Stella patted Liz's hand. "I don't blame you, luv," she sympathized. "I 
always did think you were too good for the son-of-a-bitch, anyway. Now I 
know you are!" 

"Well, in all fairness to Ralph, I have to admit I'm not positive. At least 
not yet. But, believe me, I plan to find out." Liz turned to look straight 
into the older woman's puffy eyes. "And that's where you come in. In order 
to get the proof I need, I'll need help. Can I count on you, Stella?" 

Stella lifted her drink in a salute. "You bet your sweet ass you can, 
honey," she said. "Just name it and I'll do anything I can to help you nail 
that bastard. When I think of all the times you could've cheated on him and 
didn't!" The dark-haired waitress gulped the rest of her drink and set the 
empty glass on the bar with a clink. "What do you want me to do, luv?" she 
asked, leaning close. 

Squeezing her friend's arm, Liz gave her a grateful smile. "Just fill in for 
me here when the time comes." Lowering her voice, Liz explained how she 
planned to lay a trap for the pair, then return to the house with a loaded 
camera to catch them right in the act. "That way, I'll have the proof I need 
to take Tracy away from him." Her voice bitter, Liz crushed her cigarette. 
"And take Ralph to the cleaners as well!" 

"That's the spirit, honey," Stella praised, beaming at her. "You make that 
son-of-a-bitch pay. Get smart like old Stella. Pump the dirty bastard dry, 
Liz. Then you can lean back, collect alimony and child support, and have 
yourself a real ball. You got plenty guys panting after you, you know. Maybe 
now, you won't be so dumb." Her words softened by the kindness of her voice, 
the older woman put her arm around the slender blonde's shoulder to give it 
a comforting pat. "You know, luv, it just don't pay to give everything you 
got to one guy. Especially a two-timer. Get smart like old Stella, honey. 
Find yourself some big spenders and start having some fun!" 

* * * 

Bonnie Mae spoke on the phone with Elmira Simms while Tracy sat at the 
kitchen table, snapping figures from the punch-out book that the babysitter 
brought. "Guess it'll have to be one night next week, Elmira," Bonnie Mae 
told her friend. "He's coming home early tonight and I don't sit on 
week-ends. Only if they go out, but so far Mrs. Conway's been too beat from 
her job to go anywhere. Besides," she added, stroking her breasts, "my boobs 
are still kind of sore, anyway." 

Elmira giggled. "Yeah, I bet they are. Well, remember to be a good little 
girl this week-end 'cause it's all set with Potsy. In fact, he can hardly 
wait. So tell the guys to let those babies of yours alone this week-end, you 
hear?" 

"Don't worry," Bonnie Mae said. "I won't be seeing anyone, anyway. My old 
lady's been after me to paint our old kitchen set and she bought the paint 
yesterday. I guess I might as well get it over with." 

Elmira groaned. "Sounds like a gruesome week-end." Her voice turned sexy. 
"I've got something much more interesting in mind." 

"Like what?" 

"Like going to the drive-in with Willy Jones. A triple-feature, I hear. 
Three X-rated flicks." Again, she giggled. "We might come up for air once in 
a while and watch a few scenes. Just to get some ideas. But most of the 
time, we'll be too busy to bother with the movies. That back seat will be 
X-rated, too." 

Bonnie Mae had heard the black girls whisper excitedly about Willy Jones. 
According to what she'd heard, he was supposed to be one of the top black 
studs, a tireless performer. "Well, have fun, Elmira," she said. "I'll be 
thinking of you and Willy while I slave away with my paint brush. And you 
can tell me all about it at school Monday." 

"You ever sampled a chocolate prick, Bonnie Mae?" Elmira teased, already 
aware of what her friend's answer would be. "You really should," she urged, 
her voice husky when the redhead confessed that she had not. "Mmmm, you 
don't know what you're missing." 

"Come on, Bonnie Mae," Tracy urged, punching out a dwarf. "You promised to 
help!" 

"Listen, I gotta go, Elmira," the young redhead told her. "I'll talk to you 
Monday morning." 

Joining the boy at the kitchen table, the girl helped remove the rest of the 
pieces from the book. She related the famous story, one of her favorite 
fairy tales, as together, they assembled the colorful scene. 

By the time Tracy was ready for bed, a cardboard replica of Snow White and 
the Seven Dwarfs graced his night stand. "Goodnight, Tracy," Bonnie Mae 
smiled, tucking him in. "Sleep tight," she whispered, kissing the boy's 
cheek. 

" 'Night, Bonnie Mae," the sleepy boy murmured. "I sure like my present." 

The young redhead went to the living room and glanced at the clock, noting 
that Mr. Conway should be home in an hour or so. She turned on the 
television set and settled back on the sofa. But the program failed to 
capture her interest. Instead, the girl's mind wandered. She thought of 
Elmira and wondered about the things she'd be doing with Willy tomorrow 
night at the drive-in. 

Then, she found herself reliving some of the things she had done at the 
drive-in herself, and her crotch began to ache. She could hardly wait until 
next week. The girl lifted her blouse to examine her bare breasts. Her 
nipples weren't quite so sore now and the hickies were beginning to fade. By 
next week, her big boobs should be in good shape for their night of fun with 
Potsy. 

The girl's mouth curved upward as she imagined the way that Potsy's thick 
lips would feel drawing on her nipples. And it would be fun watching him 
alternate between her huge tits and Elmira's. Even though it was mostly fat, 
Elmira had an Olympic-size pair on her, too. Potsy would really have his 
hands full with the two of them. And his mouth, too. Bonnie Mae wondered how 
Potsy's face would look with a mouthful of tit in it. Would his pasty cheeks 
be flushed with excitement? And what would Elmira's expression be when Potsy 
sucked away at her? Did her fat friend love the feel of a hungry mouth 
pulling on her nipples as much as she did? 

Bonnie Mae envisioned Nick LaRocco's mouth pressed against her breast and 
the ache between her legs throbbed harder, demanding satisfaction. The girl 
quickly rose, got her purse, and opened her jeans. She let them fall to the 
floor, then wriggled out of her panties. Lying back on the sofa, the girl 
opened her purse, removed her vibrator and, bending her knees, let her 
thighs spread apart. Her left hand slid over the auburn mound between her 
legs to probe into the moistness of her pulsating love nest. She stroked the 
secreting membranes for a few delicious seconds while her right hand, 
holding the vibrator, came closer. 

"Ahhh," The lovely, young redhead moaned, her auburn-haired pussy arched and 
trembled as it felt the joys of the pulsating, mechanical cock. "Ohh, Nick," 
she cried, visualizing the handsome, dark-haired man who had proved 
unattainable. "Mmmmm, it feels so good," she gasped, shoving the 
battery-operated prick up herself, then withdrawing it with agonizing 
slowness. The beautiful green eyes were thick-lidded, her sensual mouth 
slack with desire. 

The girl's tissues were well lubricated now, and each time she pulled the 
mechanical sex gadget backwards, it was more coated with the oils of her 
eagerness. Bonnie Mae spread her legs as far as she could. As she thrust the 
whirring vibrator higher and higher, the trembling walls of her vagina clung 
to the plastic invader longingly. 

Bonnie Mae's hips lifted and she began to pant. Working the artificial penis 
in and out, she pretended that it was Nick's swollen rod penetrating her and 
her excitement grew to a feverish pitch. Her heart pounded. "Deeper, Nick!" 
she cried, shoving the machine higher. 

At last, her lovely body arched and the walls of her eager opening rippled 
with pleasure as the moment of supreme sexual gratification coursed through 
her. She lay panting for a few moments. Then, dressing quickly, the girl ran 
her precious vibrator under the faucet in the bathroom, watching the oils of 
her self-induced passion run down the drain. She returned the sex gadget to 
her purse and went back to the living room. Satisfied for the moment, Bonnie 
Mae smiled contentedly as she flicked channels on the television set. 

* * * 

Ralph Conway had just completed his final business call of the day and it 
had proved profitable. He'd convinced a proud new father, a young college 
graduate with a promising future, to take out an extra policy on himself. 
And a hefty one at that. 

Ralph slid behind the wheel of his car and started the motor, pleased with 
the progress that he was making in his new job. And he was equally pleased 
with the unexpected fringe benefits-like the one he was on his way to right 
now. A very attractive fringe benefit by the name of Paula Grenshaw. 
Frustrated wife of Arthur Grenshaw, a successful businessman. Ralph had 
taken care of Arthur's insurance needs early last week. 

Paula, his wife fifteen years his junior, had needs of a different kind, 
however, and they hadn't been met. But those special needs would be 
satisfied tonight. Ralph would see to that! 

Pausing for a red light, Ralph checked his reflection in the rear-view 
mirror and smiled. Women, he knew, found his gray eyes and sensitive 
features extremely attractive. The youthful cut of his styled hair and 
trimness of his physique made Ralph Conway appear younger than his 
forty-three years. 

Ralph was glad he still turned them on, for he liked a little variety in his 
sex life. Not that he had any complaints with Liz but, hell, a man got tired 
of pumping the same old pussy. And Ralph figured if he played his cards 
right and was careful, he could have his cake and eat it, too. A faithful, 
good-looking little wife who was bringing in extra money and a few tasty 
pieces on the side, too. 

All right, so he had promised Liz not to chase around anymore. But Ralph 
eased what little conscience he had by reminding himself that the 
sex-starved thirty-five-year-old housewife he planned to ball tonight had 
chased him. Paula Grenshaw was the one who phoned Ralph to invite him to her 
home this evening, emphasizing the fact that her husband would be gone until 
ten o'clock. Paula also made it quite clear that she could hardly wait to 
spread her legs for him, an invitation that Ralph found hard to resist. 

As the light changed and he moved forward in traffic, Ralph wondered if 
teenage girls found him sexually attractive, too. One teenager in particular 
was on his mind-Bonnie Mae Owens, the fifteen-year-old babysitter with the 
grown-up body that almost blew his mind whenever he thought about it. And 
he'd done plenty of thinking since the tender little piece came to work for 
them. 

Man, that kid is built, Ralph grinned, a mental image of the girl's jutting 
breasts, flat, smooth-skinned tummy with its high navel flashing in front of 
him. Once again, he could see the sensual curve of the teenager's full hips 
flaring from her narrow waist, the way her rounded, young buttocks jiggled 
when she walked. A sharp longing filled his groin and he felt his prick 
harden the way it always did whenever he thought about Bonnie Mae. 

Such huge boobs, he thought, rounding a corner. And they're so high and firm 
even without a bra. The fact that the young redhead went without a bra 
hadn't escaped Ralph Conway's lecherous eyes. He licked his lips, wondering 
how those savory heaps of flesh would taste. I'd like to get my tongue 
inside that pretty little pussy of hers, too, he mused, wondering if the 
hair on her bush was as red as the hair on her head. If only I had that 
tender little piece of ass spread-eagle and naked, I'd shove my tongue up 
her juicy cunt and flick it back and forth till she went wild. I'd lick her 
dry, then use my prick to get her all juiced up again. Christ, Id give the 
kid one hell of a fucking, make that sweet little pussy of hers purr like a 
contented kitten. 

Ralph's swollen penis was fully erect now and it ached with desire as he 
fantasized about the fifteen-year-old babysitter and how good it would feel 
to have his cock penetrate her tender, young flesh. Jesus, I bet the kid's 
even tighter than Liz was in the beginning. He could almost feel the satiny 
smoothness of the young redhead's skin beneath his fingers and he gripped 
the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. 

Ralph Conway loved his slim, platinum-haired wife as much as he was capable 
of loving any woman, but he couldn't help himself. After all, Liz's breasts 
were small and rather pendulous and her stomach was marred by stretch-marks. 
A man just wouldn't be normal if he didn't admire a perfect, ripe young 
figure, a body devoid of the flaws of child-bearing and the passage of time. 

Nevertheless, Ralph would continue to admire Bonnie Mae's physical assets 
from a safe distance. He'd already had several close calls with his wife. 
Buying her forgiveness was getting costlier with each new extra-marital 
affair. And he'd risk losing everything if he got mixed up in an ugly sex 
charge involving a minor. Liz, Tracy, his job, maybe even his freedom. Of 
course, if the kid was willing, that would be a different story. If Bonnie 
Mae offered him her tender, little pussy, he'd drop his pants before she 
could spread her legs. 

Until then, he wouldn't dare approach the girl. For all Ralph knew, the 
auburn-haired teenager's luscious body was still virginal. 

Ralph pulled up in front of Paula Grenshaw's house and killed the motor. As 
he started up the cobblestone walk, he blinked several times, trying to 
shake the image of an unattainable teenager from his mind and turn his 
thoughts to reality, toward the eager and willing housewife waiting just a 
few feet away. 

Even before he touched the bell, the door swung open. One look at the 
flushed face that greeted him told Ralph that Paula was ripe and ready for 
action. 

"Come in, Ralph," she purred, the red jumpsuit she wore unzipped to expose 
the deep, inviting cleavage of her ample bosom. It was obvious that she was 
wearing nothing beneath her seductive outfit. 

She led him to a thickly carpeted den. The heaviness of musk oil pierced 
Ralph's nostrils as he entered the dimly lighted room. Soft music throbbed 
from hidden speakers. 

"How about a drink?" Paula asked, sauntering to the well-stocked bar. 
"What'll it be, honey?" 

"Scotch and water is fine," Ralph said, his glittering eyes undressing the 
plump brunette as she moved about. She's got a nice pair of tits on her, 
Ralph observed as Paula lifted the lid of the ice bucket. They're starting 
to sag a little but what the hell, she's no kid. They'll still make a good 
handful. Her waist is too thick, he criticized as the woman turned. But her 
big ass sort of balances it. 

Ralph continued to appraise the body that he would soon vanquish as Paula 
came toward him, carrying their drinks on a tray. I bet she can really wrap 
those muscular legs around me, he speculated, his eyes boring into hers as 
he lifted his glass. They look good and strong, like they can help me give 
her a really good fucking. Ralph knew that that was exactly what the 
sex-starved female wanted and he intended to oblige. He'd give her the best 
damn screwing she ever had! His lust-thickened cock throbbed hungrily as 
Paula leaned close, her eyes answering his silent question as she gazed over 
the rim of her glass. 

Ralph downed his drink in a few quick gulps, set it down on the nearest 
table, and moved closer to the crimson-clad body. "You're driving me crazy, 
baby," he whispered, taking the glass from her hands. He placed it beside 
his and slid his arms around Paula's thick waist, then downward over the 
sharp curve of her large, jutting behind. Cupping an asscheek in each hand, 
Ralph squeezed the huge mountains of flesh, his fingers hard and demanding. 

Paula gave a little gasp of delight, letting her head fall backwards. 
Ralph's lips found the pulse in her throat, kissed its pulsating hollow, 
then trailed downward to the dark crevice of her swollen breasts. 

Moaning, the sex-starved brunette quickly unzipped her jumpsuit and yanked 
it open, her bare and bobbing twin hills of pleasure quivering expectantly 
as they loomed forward to cradle Ralph's face. Ralph's fingers quickly 
abandoned the huge buttocks to knead and press the fleshiness of Paula's big 
tits. His mouth gnawed and nibbled, teasing each breast until at last, it 
closed around her protruding nipple. 

"Ahhhhhh," Paula murmured, her lips wet and parted. It feels great to have a 
hungry mouth at my boobs again! Her jumpsuit slid to the carpet, leaving her 
completely naked. A slow, delicious warmth spread up her heavy thighs to 
meet the throbbing of her gently oozing cuntal opening. As Ralph sucked 
noisily, Paula's trembling hands opened his fly, then stroked the precious, 
blood-engorged organ that lunged forward. 

The moment Ralph's lips relaxed their grip, Paula sank to her knees. 
Grabbing his firm buttocks, she guided his bloated, dripping cock-head into 
her eager mouth. Her eyes hooded with lust, Paula's oval mouth closed 
hungrily around the swollen organ. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as she felt his hot 
penis slide back and forth, pressing against her tongue and the roof of her 
oral cavern. 

Longing to taste the entire length of him, the naked brunette stretched her 
lips wider. Her head bobbed back and forth as she tried to swallow even more 
of his mammoth penis. Her huge tits became two quivering, drooping spheres 
of flesh as she worked feverishly at her task. How she loved the pressure of 
his thick shaft against the warm wetness of her oral cavity. 

What a gorgeous hunk of meat, she thought, glorying to its incredible 
hardness, the strength of its erection. Not like the burnt-out, limp noodle 
of a prick I'm married to. Paula's fingers kneaded Ralph's buttocks, 
slithering down to stroke his muscular thighs as well. She'd worked his 
slacks and shorts down so that she could grasp the fullness of his swollen 
testicles. As she caressed his quivering balls, her hungry mouth continued 
to move back and forth over the glistening, pulsating penis. Tasting the 
stickiness of his pre-coital fluid, Paula's own sexual juices flowed more 
freely. 

The dripping, parted crevice between her open, tingling thighs ached with 
desire. Ralph's lust-thickened cock was driving her wild. She sucked 
greedily, her cheeks working in and out with a steady rhythm. Lord, he 
tasted good! She couldn't get enough of him. Moaning, Paula flicked her 
tongue around the oozing, open tip of the mammoth pole of flesh, then probed 
down inside the opening, searching for more of his creamy syrup of passion. 
As her finger stroked and titillated his prickly, swollen sacs, Paula's 
belly grew hot with longing. She hated to abandon this delicious cock 
pumping in and out of her warm mouth. But she had to. She had to have this 
wondrously huge pole of flesh between her legs now! Her entire being was 
aflame with need. And only Ralph's flowing semen could quench the fire 
raging through her throbbing, burning body. 

But when Paula tried to pull away, Ralph clasped his hands firmly on each 
side of her head. Pumping his hips forward, he thrust his quivering, 
saliva-coated penis to the back of her throat. 

"Don't stop!" he panted, thrilling to the warmth and wetness of her oral 
cavity. "Suck harder!" 

Paula quickly obeyed, her eyes glazed and unseeing as her flushed cheeks 
worked even more feverishly. 

"Ahhhhhh." Ralph's jaw went slack. Christ, it feels good! he thought as the 
bent and naked brunette did marvelous things with her slitheringly warm 
tongue. The sensitive, throbbing head of his huge cock oozed joyfully as her 
warm, probing oral member dug deeper into the gaping mouth of his bloated 
prickhead. Ralph watched the dark head pump back and forth, the oval mouth 
stretch wide to accommodate his increasing thickness. Every time the 
grasping mouth came closer, he jerked his hips forward to meet it, his eyes 
admiring the roundness of her wide, jutting ass as she bobbed to and fro. 
Moaning with pleasure, Ralph timed himself perfectly. A well-practiced 
expert, he enjoyed every possible suck, the very last flick of hot tongue 
before withdrawing his quivering, dripping cock from her mouth. 

Ralph was panting with eagerness now, and his swollen, veined cock throbbed 
painfully, demanding release. In seconds, he stood stark naked, straddling 
the dark-haired woman who lay sprawled beneath him on the thick carpeting. 
With glassy eyes, she looked up at him with a lascivious smile on her lips. 
Her thick legs widespread and yielding, Paula offered him the flowering 
inner folds of her lewdly parted, glistening crevice. Her tongue darted out 
at the delectable sight of his towering, massive penis as he hovered over 
her. 

Ralph dropped to his knees and spread her pale thighs even further. "Let's 
have a look at your pussy, baby," he said. His fingers touched the tender, 
pink membranes of her cuntal opening to expose the quivering, oozing slit 
beneath the blossoming folds. 

Paula caught her breath as she felt his thumb massage the hotness of her 
stiff clitoris. Nearly mad with desire, she tossed her head from side to 
side as he teased and manipulated her feverish, pulsating pussy. 

"Oh, please!" she gasped, her voluminous tits trembling as her chest heaved 
with passion. "Fuck me, fuck me!" 

Instead, Ralph grabbed two handfuls of tit and squeezed hard. She pumped her 
wide hips in the air, fucking an imaginary cock as his lips closed around 
the ambrosial tip of first one breast, then of the other to suck greedily. 

"Oh, please!" she begged, whimpering. "Put it in. Now!" 

Ralph couldn't wait any longer, either. At last, his massive, dripping organ 
slid into her passioned-soaked tunnel. Moaning as if in delirium, Paula 
swiveled and undulated as he penetrated her with near-savage force, her 
sex-crazed body moving wildly in glorious rhythm with his brutal fucking. 

"Harder!" she shrieked, wrapping her thick legs around his back in pretzel 
fashion, as she struggled to capture even more of this cruel and masterful 
invader. 

Ralph bore down on her, thrusting his great shaft farther and farther into 
her spongy, grasping vaginal opening until he felt himself bump against the 
mouth of her womb. The slick, saturated walls of her dilated love tunnel 
grasped greedily as, using her powerful legs for leverage, she forced her 
wide hips ever upward. This bitch can really screw, Ralph thought, pumping 
harder, giving her every last inch of his great, quivering length. His 
aching and swollen testicles slapped against her huge ass as he jammed Paula 
for all he was worth. 

Rivulets of sweat trickled down his back into the dark, hairy recess of his 
asshole as he fucked and grunted, his handsome features contorted with lust. 
Ralph was thrilling to every frantic twist of her whirling pelvis, every 
responsive ripple of her oily cuntal crevice. 

With one final inward thrust, Ralph's expanded testes released their 
turbulent load. Hot semen shot against the panting brunette's battered 
cervix in great, pulsating spurts. "Aghhhh," he gurgled, his eyes rolling 
backwards, only their whites showing, as his entire body became a bucking 
mass of sexual release, his liquid fire bursting inside her, coating the 
walls of her quivering, rippling cunt. 

With a shrill animal-like cry of release, Paula humped like a bitch in heat, 
as a soul-searing orgasm tore through her entire being. Their naked bodies 
fused and sweating, the pair jerked and convulsed like two epileptics in 
seizure as, together, they climaxed. 

They lay on the carpet, spent and panting, until Ralph finally dismounted. 
"I wish we could go another round, honey," he said, glancing at his watch. 
"But I better make tracks. 

Arthur will be back soon." He reached for his strewn clothes and dressed 
hurriedly. 

Paula watched him for a while, then rose reluctantly. Her features were 
relaxed now, her plump body glowing with satisfaction. She came over to 
Ralph, her huge, slightly pendulous boobs jiggling as she moved. The bright 
rosettes punctuating her twin heaps of flesh were soft, wide circles now and 
her down-coated pussy, filled to overflowing with their combined sexual 
fluids, purred contentedly. 

"You're quite a man, Ralph," she cooed, coming up behind him to rub her big 
tits against his back as he buttoned his shirt. "Better than I expected." 
She reached up to nibble his ear. "You will call me, won't you, Ralph?" 

"You bet I will," he assured her, his voice husky. "You're good, baby. Real 
good!" 

* * * 

As Ralph drove home, he found himself humming along with the car radio, his 
spirits high. He's had his little diversion and Liz would never be the 
wiser. He'd wait awhile, of course. Just long enough to have her panting 
again, then he'd phone Paula and arrange for another clandestine meeting. 

So she had a thick waist and her tits were somewhat droopy. Paula Grenshaw 
was still the best damn piece of ass he'd had in a long time! 

CHAPTER Four 

Ralph Conway didn't work later than his usual eight-thirty or nine o'clock 
until the following Wednesday. When he phoned Liz to say he'd be home some 
time between eleven and midnight, his platinum-haired wife hid her 
suspicions. 

"Poor Ralph," she murmured into the mouthpiece, trying to sound sympathetic. 
"You'll be so tired tomorrow." Will it be because you worked late ? she 
asked silently. Or because you wore yourself out screwing a fifteen-year-old 
babysitter? 

"I know," Ralph agreed, sighing heavily. "But I've got a really hot prospect 
lined up later tonight, honey. If I close this deal, I'll get one hell of a 
commission." 

Hot prospect? Liz wondered. It wouldn't happen to be a red-haired, 
green-eyed kid with an enormous pair of boobs, would it, my dear husband? 
But aloud, she clucked her tongue dutifully, playing the role of the 
impressed wife. "Good luck, dear. Oh, and I'll tell Bonnie Mae you'll be 
late tonight." 

"Thanks, Liz. See you later." 

"Righto. And I'll be thinking of you with that hot prospect. Bye, Ralph." 

I'll be thinking of you, all right, Liz thought as she hung up the phone. If 
my guess is right, that's your signal to Bonnie Mae. Oh, you may work for a 
little while, Ralph, but not for as long as you say. You'll get your ass 
back here in plenty of time to have yourself some fun before I get home from 
work, won't you? Well, enjoy yourself tonight, Ralph. Because if I find 
anything suspicious when I get home, it'll mean the end of your little game. 
Next time, I'll catch you right in the act! 

* * * 

Later, after Bonnie Mae had come to the house to stay with Tracy, Liz 
watched the girl's face very carefully when she delivered Ralph's message. 
"I'm afraid you're in for a late night, dear," she told her with a stiff 
smile. "Mr. Conway doesn't expect to get home until eleven or twelve 
tonight." 

"Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Conway." the girl assured, turning to young Tracy. "I 
don't mind." Liz's smile became genuine as she experienced a strange, 
bittersweet sense of triumph. For the blonde housewife was certain she'd 
detected a brief flicker of excitement in those lovely, green eyes before 
the girl quickly averted them. 

I'll bet you don't! Liz longed to retort as she kissed her son. "Be a good 
boy now, you hear?" she reminded, waving good-bye. 

* * * 

Liz drove to the Mood Indigo Lounge with her jaw clenched and her hands 
clutching the steering wheel with an iron grip. The thought of what might 
occur in her house tonight made her stomach queasy. The agonizing vision of 
Ralph's mouth devouring the girl's huge breasts, his stiff, red penis 
sliding between her long, slender legs, flashed before her. The sudden honk 
of the car behind jolted Liz back to reality and the grim vision faded. 

Much as she detested what was going on behind her back, Liz had to give 
Ralph enough rope to hang himself. If he was really playing around with that 
kid, she had to know. She was willing to take a lot from the man she was 
married to, even though he'd let her down so much in the paSt. But Goddamn 
it, she wouldn't stay married to any dirty, fucking lecher, a horny creep 
who screwed kids! 

Ralph, she knew, would deny such a thing vehemently should Liz ever accuse 
him openly. He was a practiced liar, too. No doubt, he'd get the girl to 
play innocent as well. The only way that Liz could know for certain was to 
beat Ralph at his own little game of deception. That way, she'd be able to 
get the proof she needed to make him pay for his vile acts. And, dear Lord, 
how she'd make him pay for fooling around with Bonnie Mae Owens. 

Holy shit, how Liz hated that girl! She not only hated her for turning her 
husband into the lowest form of animal, a child debaucher, Liz hated her for 
possessing the kind of body that could lure Ralph down such a perverted 
path. 

Waiting to make a left-hand turn, Liz's eyes narrowed with envy. For she 
suddenly saw herself standing next to Bonnie Mae, sharply aware of the 
marked differences that Ralph must also see. As if looking through her 
husband's eyes, she compared herself with the fifteen-year-old beauty, and 
the task proved painful. 

The babysitter's complexion was soft and smooth, while Liz applied creams 
and lotions to her dry, aging skin. The girl's jade-colored eyes were clear 
and bright, while Liz relied on drops to help her bloodshot eyes and applied 
balls of cotton, soaked with witch hazel, to the frequent puffiness 
surrounding them. Bonnie Mae's well-stacked body was firm and supple, not 
showing signs of flabbiness and loss of muscle tone like hers. The girl's 
tits were mountainous, far bigger than Liz's could ever hope to be . . . 
even with the help of her fiber-fill bras. Unlike Bonnie Mae, Liz did need 
the support of a bra. Nursing Tracy had robbed her small breasts of their 
youthful contours. They were no longer firm under Ralph's touch, and they 
definitely sagged when Liz removed her bra. 

The only consolation that Liz had was the knowledge that she always kept 
herself slim and well-groomed despite what the ravages of time and gravity 
had done to her body. What more could a woman do to hold her man? But if all 
that she feared was going on between Ralph and their youthful babysitter 
proved true, Liz Conway no longer wanted to hold her man. 

Tonight, when she got home from work, Liz would check the house carefully, 
painstakingly, for telltale signs of sexual activity. Should she find 
anything at all to justify her ugly suspicions, she would talk to Stella and 
enlist her aid in setting the trap. Right now, Liz was just giving her 
husband some rope. If it proved to be enough, next time, she'd see the dirty 
bastard hang! 

* * * 

Bonnie Mae picked up the phone as soon as her employer's car pulled away 
from the curb. Her fingers dialed rapidly. "Elmira?" she said, a grin in her 
voice. "Get in touch with old Potsy, pal. Tonight's the night!" 

Her obese friend shrieked with delight. "Ohh, Bonnie Mae!" she squealed. "I 
can hardly wait!" She giggled with excitement. "I'll phone Potsy right away 
and tell him to pick me up straight from work." 

The babysitter lowered her voice. "What time do you think you'll be here?" 

"Oh, nine-fifteen or so. Nine-thirty the latest." 

"Good, I'll have Tracy in bed by then and the coast will be clear." 

"Oooh, my boobs are tingling already," Elmira told her. "And when I give 
Potsy the good news, he'll probably be bent over with a hard-on the rest of 
the night." 

Now, it was Bonnie Mae's turn to laugh. "You kill me, Elmira," she told her 
fat friend. "But I better hang up, now. Tracy wants me to play a game with 
him." 

"We'll play better games after he's in bed," Elmira teased. "Which reminds 
me, I better get some things together." 

A puzzled frown formed between the babysitter's lovely green eyes. "What 
things, Elmira? What are you talking about?" 

"Yoou'll seee," the girl sing-songed. 

Again, Bonnie Mae chuckled. "Okay, be mysterious, you big ass! I'll see you 
later." Whispering, she cupped the mouthpiece. "And don't forget. Come the 
back way." 

"We won't forget. I'll phone lover boy right now." Elmira sighed 
dramatically. "Tell those great big tits of yours they're in for a great big 
treat." As she hung up the phone, Bonnie Mae could hear Elmira giggling at 
her own humor. 

* * * 

Tracy was bedded down for the night, his door firmly closed, and the living 
room clock showed nine-twenty-three, when the babysitter heard a soft 
knocking at the back door. Grinning, she hurried to welcome her schoolmates. 

"Hi," she greeted cheerfully, ushering the pair in. 

Elmira lumbered through the door, her face mottled and her eyes glittering 
with anticipation. "Potsy, you know Bonnie Mae, don't you, honey?" she 
asked, turning to the pale hulk of flesh at her side. 

With an affirmative grunt, the boy gaped at the voluptuous redhead as if he 
couldn't believe his luck. His big mouth hung wet and loose as he stood with 
his huge blob of a stomach spilling over his low-slung jeans. Beneath barely 
visible white brows, Potsy's eyes, a washed-out shade of blue, were glued to 
the enormous breasts poking from behind her tight blouse. 

What gorgeous tits, the boy thought, his mouth watering. Breathing heavily, 
he licked his thick lips. I can't wait to taste them. His eyes slithered 
down to the girl's crotch. And I'm gonna fuck the crap out of her, too. The 
sweating prick crowding between his huge thighs hardened. Guys like me don't 
get a chance at good-looking cunts very often. Most of the time-, I'm stuck 
with dogs like Elmira. 

"Sure he does," Bonnie Mae agreed, leading the pair into the living room. 
"But after tonight, we're going to know each other a lot better, huh, 
Potsy?" The lovely girl flopped on the sofa to strike a seductive pose, 
throwing her chest forward so that her voluminous breasts curved to their 
full advantage. "Elmira, here, tells me you've got hidden talents, Potsy." 

Clutching the paper sack she carried, Elmira giggled, tossing her stringy 
hair as she threw back her head. "He sure does," she said. Nudging up to the 
boy, she reached out a fleshy arm to fondle the growing bulge between his 
legs. "And one of them," she said, squeezing his penis, "feels like it's 
aching to perform." 

"Hold your pants on, Elmira," the boy advised in a nasal tone, leering at 
her as her fingers kneaded his balls. What a slob, he observed, taking in 
her greasy hair and dirty slacks. But what the fuck, she's always ready to 
spread those fat legs. And she does have huge tits on her. His eyes moved to 
the sack that Elmira held in her other hand. "What kind of stuff did you 
bring?" 

Elmira abandoned his balls to open the paper bag. "Your favorite, Potsy 
honey," she cooed, lifting a jar of strawberry jam in the air. "And mine, 
too." She reached for an aerosol can. "Whipped cream." She rolled her eyes 
and smacked her lips. "Mmmmm," she murmured, grinning at the colorless blob 
of a boy. "I can taste that big prick of yours already!" 

Elmira emptied the contents of the bag onto the coffee table. "What's your 
pleasure, Bonnie Mae?" she asked, lining up jars. "Grape jelly, maybe? 
Peanut butter? Or how about some nice, gooey chocolate syrup?" She covered 
her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. "Here's your big chance to 
sample a chocolate prick, honey!" She lifted an elbow to nudge her friend. 
"Get it?" she asked, shrieking with laughter. 

Bonnie Mae laughed, too. "Elmira, you really do kill me!" For the curvaceous 
babysitter did get it. They were going to smear this stuff on Potsy's penis 
and go down on him. And Potsy was going to coat them with strawberry jam. I 
wonder where? she speculated. Just on our tits? Or is he going to coat some 
other parts of our bodies, too? Her pussy started to throb as the girl 
imagined how good it would feel when Potsy's tongue and lips got busy 
cleaning the strawberry jam away. 

"The syrup will be just fine, Elmira." she replied, still grinning at her 
friend's joke. "Come on," she said, her eyes bright as she wriggled with 
eagerness. "Let's get started." 

"Here," Elmira handed her the can of syrup. "You take this." She turned to 
the pasty-faced boy and gave him the strawberry jam. "Come on, gang," she 
ordered, smiling over her shoulder, as she headed for the kitchen. "We 
better do this bit where there's a linoleum, not a rug. Fun as this is, it 
can get messy. Right, Potsy?" 

"Hey, everyone grab a shade first," Bonnie Mae ordered, lowering the one on 
the back door. 

"Yeah," Potsy said, shuffling to the nearest window. "We don't wanna shock 
the neighbors. Or have them break down the door begging to join in." His 
nervous laugh was punctuated with frequent snorts as he enjoyed his little 
joke. 

Once all the shades were drawn, the three teenagers stood facing one 
another. Suddenly, Elmira unzipped her blouse and opened it wide, letting 
her mammoth tits spill forward. "Last one naked is a rotten crotch!" she 
challenged, pulling her bulky arms out of the sleeves. 

Bonnie Mae and Potsy quickly followed suit. After a brief flurry of 
discarded clothing, they stood flushed and breathless, appraising each 
other's naked bodies. 

Bonnie Mae looked at Potsy and tried not to snicker. What a mess! she 
thought, eyeing the pale and blubbery mountain of flesh. Jesus, he looks 
like a great, white whale. Her eyes fell to the fuzz-topped genitals 
squeezed between his drooping stomach and dimpled thighs. And his prick and 
balls are pathetic. Like a tiny cocktail sausage and two Swedish meat balls. 
The girl had a sudden vision of Potsy's genitals arranged on a serving tray, 
skewered with colored toothpicks, surrounded by crackers and cheese and she 
bit her lips to keep from bursting into laughter. With a body like that, she 
thought, he better be good. Or I'll give Elmira hell tomorrow! 

Potsy didn't even notice the lovely girl's strange expression. He was too 
busy taking in everything from her neck down. Man, oh, man! he drooled, 
feeling himself harden. This broad is really something! Christ Almighty, she 
could be in stag movies. Or even Las Vegas! His colorless eyes stared as if 
hypnotized. Fixing his gaze upon her perfectly formed breasts, the shriveled 
penis between his massive thighs began to smooth out as it quickly expanded. 

Bonnie Mae watched the rapidly growing hunk of meat and no longer felt like 
laughing. Well, what do you know! she thought, her eyes incredulous as his 
veined, blood-engorged prick quivered and bobbed, pointing at her like an 
enormous red arrow. He's really hung after all! 

Catching Elmira's eye, the young babysitter rolled her eyes toward Potsy's 
bloated cock-head and nodded her approval. 

Elmira followed her friend's gaze and smiled vacantly. As far as she was 
concerned, any naked human body, thin, fat, or in-between was a beautiful 
sight to behold. Male or female. As for studs, she wasn't fussy. Just, as 
long as the guy she spread her Legs for had a couple of sperm-filled sacs 
and a functioning cock, he was okay by Elmira. 

The overweight girl found Bonnie Mae's nude body pleasing, too. Jeez, she's 
really beautiful, the teenager observed, her eyes glittering as they took in 
her girlfriend's two swollen hills of flesh, topped with dainty pink 
rosettes. She admired her friend's tiny waist, flat tummy, and graceful 
curving hips. And will you look at that pretty little auburn pussy! she 
thought as her eyes settled on the fuzzy vee between Bonnie Mae's slender, 
white legs. 

Her mottled cheeks grew brighter and she shot Potsy a sidelong glance, 
noting how the blubbery boy's sexual excitement was also mounting at the 
sight of Bonnie Mae's delectable body. But Elmira wasn't the least bit 
jealous. It never occurred to the shapeless girl to consider the lovely 
redhead a threat. 

After all, Elmira had a mirror and twenty-twenty vision. She knew damn well 
that her body was a mess. Her ripples, bulges, and spare tires could never 
compete with her friend's centerfold figure, so why worry about it? So 
Bonnie Mae was a knockout and Elmira was a dog. So what! All she really 
cared about was equal time with Potsy. And one of the reasons that Elmira 
liked her red-haired pal so much was that the girl was one hell of a good 
sport and wouldn't hog the naked boy with the lust-thickened cock tonight. 
Elmira was content in the knowledge that she would get her fair share of 
cock-sucking, fucking, and tit-pulling, too. 

"For shit sake," Elmira scolded, shaking her aerosol can. "Let's not just 
stand around drooling at each other. Let's get the show on the road." She 
turned to her girlfriend. "Do you want first grabs at this blow-job, honey? 
Or should I get him started so he can blow his wad in your mouth? 

"Seeing you arranged this little party, I'll let you choose, Elmira." 

"Then you go first," the obese girl replied, her face getting blotchier as 
she watched Potsy's bobbing prick. "Then, let me have a go at him and I'll 
make him cum." Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she grinned salaciously. 
"Mmmmmmmmm. Nothing tastes better than whipped cream and cum." 

As the lovely redhead approached him with her jar of chocolate syrup, 
Potsy's cock quivered with anticipation. He could hardly wait to feel her 
mouth on him. His pasty complexion pinkened as her fingers reached out and 
stroked, coating his great length with thick, gooey syrup. She dropped to 
her knees, brought her pretty face forward, and opened her mouth wide. 

Potsy sucked in his breath, his massive gut heaving, as" he felt her hot, 
wet lips close around the pulsating tip of his inflamed cock. 

The sprawled and naked girl began to move her head back and forth, sending 
ripples of ecstasy throughout his massive bulk. The gasping boy wound his 
stubby fingers through her auburn hair to pull her face closer, making her 
swallow up more of him. Bonnie Mae's puckered mouth stretched wider as she 
pumped to and fro, her huge breasts undulating. She massaged his swollen, 
aching sacs with one hand while she grabbed the thick base of his 
chocolate-covered hardness with the other. 

At last, she began to suck. She sucked good and hard and Potsy whimpered in 
approval, shoving his slippery cock deeper. Bonnie Mae tasted the sweetness 
of chocolate mingled with the pungency of the boy's sticky syrup of desire. 
She closed her large, green eyes, swallowed greedily, and worked harder. 
Potsy heaved his huge hips forward, shoving himself even further into the 
girl's salivating oral crevice. His doughy, dimpled asscheeks jiggled 
loosely as, undulating wildly, he fucked his vast pole of flesh in and out 
of the grasping wetness of her warm mouth. 

Naked and kneeling, the big-breasted girl sucked more and more of his 
pulsating cock, swallowing the thick chocolate syrup as her mouth worked 
enthusiastically. Ummmmm, it tastes good. The gooey, brown confection 
dripped from his distended spearhead onto her bobbing tits and sprawled 
thighs, running over onto the linoleum. Once her hungry mouth licked him 
clean, the girl relaxed her grip and moved back, releasing several inches of 
his slippery length. Then, her pointed tongue darted forward to outline the 
sensitive, fiery tip of the lust-bloated prickhead. Potsy's thick lips hung 
wet and loose and his glassy eyes were unseeing as he surrendered himself 
completely to this new and wonderful sensual delight. 

Her tongue felt so good! The boy's heart pounded and his breathing grew 
labored, almost asthmatic, as the big-titted red-head continued to circle 
the tip of his throbbing penis, her pointed tongue increasing its pressure 
with every delicious swirl. His huge thighs trembled as the girl's warm and 
wet oral member darted quickly downward, forcing the gaping hole of his 
battering cockhead to open even wider so that she could reach down inside to 
taste the sticky nectar of his passion. As her determined tongue dug deeper, 
Potsy began to whimper, his knees buckling as he ran his fingers through the 
girl's hair, tangling it like a madman. 

"Deeper!" he begged in a nasal tone, his eyes crazed. "Go deeper! Make me 
cum!" 

Responding to his frantic plea, the girl breathed hard and flicked her 
tongue faster. She kneaded and tickled his prickly, sweating balls as she 
probed, completely absorbed in her lustful act when she felt a clammy hand 
on her bare shoulder. "Hey, prick-hogger," Elmira protested good-naturedly. 
"I'm supposed to make him cum, remember?" 

The babysitter's eyes flew open. "Mmmm," she replied around her mouthful of 
cock. She gave Potsy one final jab of her tongue, sending it deep into his 
urethral canal. Groaning with appreciation, the colorless eyes rolled 
heavenward and he tore at her hair. The voluptuous redhead opened her mouth, 
releasing the slippery pole of flesh. Unwinding Potsy's fingers from her 
matted auburn mane, she turned to Elmira with a chocolaty grin. "Okay, pal," 
she said, moving aside. "Your turn." 

Her pudgy cheeks riddled with fiery blotches of passion, the corpulent 
teenager reached for the aerosol can and the jar of strawberry jam. "Say, 
Potsy," she crooned, her enormous boobs, flopping as she shuffled toward 
him, "let's make a deal." Grunting, she dropped heavily to her knees, 
situating herself before the boy's widely splayed thighs. She lifted her 
dilated pupils to the lust-thickened, saliva-coated organ swaying in front 
of her like a slimy, open-mouthed reptile. "I'll eat you if you eat me. 
Whaddya say we make each other happy, huh, baby?" 

With a teasing leer, she gave the can a few shakes, pointed it at his 
bobbing prick and pressed the nozzle, covering his quivering length with 
whipped cream. Watching his reaction with eager eyes, the girl's fingers 
stroked, smearing the frothy, white mounds under and around, then up and 
down over the gaping tip of his thick shaft. 

She set the can aside and reached for Potsy's hands, forcing him to his 
knees also. Then she handed him the strawberry jam. "Come on," she urged, 
spreading her fat legs. Placing a hand on either side of her dark, hairy 
cunt, she pulled sideways, spreading the fuzzy lips of her vulva to reveal 
the glistening, coral slit that throbbed within. "Don't that look good, 
honey?" she asked with a salacious grin. "Come on, open the jar. Have 
yourself some strawberry-flavored pussy." 

The naked boy's hands shook as he hastily unscrewed the lid and dug his 
broad fingers into the jar. Slack-mouthed and wheezing, he smeared the 
bright jam onto the girl's pussy, his broad fingers moving up and down, then 
pressing to paint the folds and crevices lining her exposed, inner flesh. 
Elmira's eyes grew hooded and her dimpled thighs split even wider as the 
strawberry-coated fingers rubbed against the hotness of her stiff clitoris. 
She throbbed, aching for the feel of the boy's tongue upon her tender, 
sensitive tissues. 

Bonnie Mae sat cross-legged, her big breasts draped across her knees and her 
gaping pussy glistening with the oils of her arousal, as she watched the 
elephantine couple lower their heavy, panting bodies to the floor. Elmira 
rolled over on her back, spreading her massive thighs wide to bare her 
thickly coated genitals. 

Grunting, Potsy pulled himself on top of her and with his head aimed at her 
parted, pulsating crevice, grabbed her thighs to yank her legs even further 
apart. Letting his swollen testicles and whipped cream-coated penis dangle 
in the girl's face, he burrowed his face deep into her cunt. Her 
outstretched thighs trembling, the heavy girl lifted her wide buttocks off 
the linoleum in a frenzied effort to offer more of her wildly throbbing 
pussy. How she loved the warmth of his tongue slithering up and down the 
length of her oozing, strawberry slit. 

"Mmmm," she moaned blissfully, rotating her hips to match the pressure of 
his warm tongue. Like a fish out of water, the girl opened her mouth wide 
and grasped hungrily for his huge, hovering cock. Her head bobbing back and 
forth, she finally captured her prize only to have it slip out of her mouth 
and quiver out of reach. Grasping it with one hand this time, she lifted her 
head and let her eager lips close over the deliciously coated organ. Elmira 
had his huge cock firmly in her mouth now, so she let her hands move to his 
widely spread thighs as she sucked vigorously. 

Her eyes lifted to gaze adoringly at the boy's huge testicles, swinging only 
inches from her face as he thrust his pelvis forward to drive his slippery 
cudgel deeper into her warm mouth. Elmira felt the sudden warmth of the 
boy's tongue as it darted into her vagina. Moaning and squirming her 
pleasure, the excited girl sucked even harder. Her big buttocks shook as, 
straining her legs, she lifted herself higher and higher in the air, her 
mouth working furiously around Potsy's quivering cock as his tongue probed 
deeper and deeper, exploring the leaking furrows and ridges within her 
cuntal walls. 

Bonnie Mae panted, her sensual lips parted and her jade eyes glassy as she 
watched the writhing, sweating bodies before her on the kitchen floor. Her 
lovely body was aflame, aching for release and she stroked her lubricated, 
but neglected love nest as she listened to the couple's passionate moans and 
noisy suckings. How she envied Elmira at that moment! Seeing her fat friend 
twist and jerk in response to the delicious fucking of Potsy's tongue, the 
naked, sexually-aroused redhead ached to trade places with her, to feel that 
long, probing tongue explore the hidden depths of her painfully-throbbing 
pussy! Her finger flicked the hot, swollen bud of her clitoris as Bonnie Mae 
looked on, panting in lustful longing. 

Potsy stretched his tongue as far up as it would reach, then let it slither 
downward with titillating little swirls, jabs, and pokes in an effort to 
reward Elmira for what her mouth was doing to his pulsating cock. Forcing 
his glans open with the tip of her determined oral member, she lapped up the 
stickiness of his pre-coital juice, swallowing it along with the whipped 
cream. With the expertise of an experienced nympho, Elmira plunged her 
pointed tongue in a vicious downstroke, sending hot, shooting sensations of 
mingled pain and pleasure to every cell of the boy's body. His fat legs 
trembling, he pumped up and down, letting his aching, churning balls swing 
in Elmira's face with little slapping sounds. 

Elmira's wide pelvis gyrated furiously, making Potsy's head dart up and down 
as his tongue probed mercilessly. The mutual sucking reached a frantic pitch 
as the couple moaned, jerked, and convulsed on the sticky, jam and whipped 
cream-coated linoleum. Then, suddenly their arched bodies bucked and 
thrashed about as Potsy abandoned her dripping cunt and the girl released 
his ejaculating penis. 

"Aghhhhhhhh," Elmira screamed, her hips pounding the floor as she 
experienced a rapturous, penetrating orgasm that made her massive body 
tremble violently. 

Wheezing and gasping for air, Potsy climaxed, too, sending a warm stream of 
semen spurting down into Elmira's face and splattering across her voluminous 
tits. Opening her mouth, she tried to capture the boy's ejaculating penis 
once again but her efforts were in vain. Potsy fucked the air so violently, 
as he shot his load, that the girl groped futilely. 

At last, their sweating, secreting bodies grew still till only the sounds of 
labored breathing filled the air. And Bonnie Mae's breathing was heaviest of 
all as she sat with legs spread wide, eyeing the sexually gratified pair 
with lust-crazed eyes. Her fingers pressed against the wetness of her 
flowing cuntal membranes that throbbed in painful frustration. She fixed her 
gaze on the pale, hulk of boy who was just rolling away from Elmira. 

"Eat me, too, Potsy," the lovely redhead begged as the boy sat up. 
Whimpering, she scrambled toward him on her hands and knees, her huge 
dangling tits undulating as she rolled over. "Please!" she sobbed, drawing 
up her knees, then spreading them wide to lay bare the pink, dewy petals of 
her moisture-coated cunt. Writhing on the floor, the naked girl lifted her 
hips in a slow, circular motion, her erect clitoris fluttering like a 
beckoning finger. 

"It's no use, honey," Elmira crooned softly, drawing her huge bulk closer to 
her friend's outstretched legs. "He's burnt out for now. We gotta let him 
catch his breath first. Then, we'll get him good and worked up again for our 
next little game." 

But Bonnie Mae would not be pacified with words. Moaning, she rolled her 
head from side to side, her auburn-coated pussy saturated with the milkiness 
of her urgent, throbbing need. "Eat me, eat me!" she continued to beg, 
ignoring Elmira's explanation. 

"Ahhhhh," the lovely redhead sighed as at last, she felt the delicious 
warmth of a wet tongue stroke her oozing, parted crevice. Rotating her hips 
in wide, sensual circles, she sighed blissfully and closed her eyes, 
submitting herself completely to this heavenly carnal pleasure. The probing, 
urgent tongue teased the bud of her throbbing clitoris, then darted up 
inside the coralline slit of her cuntal opening, making her tremble. 

Hands slithered up her smooth stomach and ribs to grab and squeeze her ivory 
mounds of flesh, then reach for her hot, pointed nipples. As the eager 
fingers pinched and twisted the hot, pointiness of her distended nipples, 
the lovely girl arched her back, moaning. The marvelous tongue dug deeper 
and deeper, flicking the secret innermost folds of her lust-soaked walls. 

"Deeper!" she cried, lifting her hips higher in an effort to grasp more of 
the warm and wonderful tongue that was thrilling every fiber of her being. 

At last, the teenage babysitter cried out in sweet release, her arched and 
trembling body bucking furiously as she enjoyed a deep, thrilling climax. 

She lay panting for a few moments, then smiling, lifted her head. 

Suddenly, Bonnie Mae's smile froze as a look of horror contorted her lovely 
features. 

For the face looking back at her from between her open legs was that of her 
wet-mouthed and leering friend, Elmira Simms! 

CHAPTER Five 

"For Chrissakes, Elmira," the green-eyed girl gasped, her face livid as she 
scrambled to her feet. "I didn't take you for a fucking lesbian! What the 
hell's the big idea?" 

"Cool it, honey," Elmira soothed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand 
as she got up. "I was just trying to help you out." Her lips jutted to form 
an exaggerated pout. "Besides," she said in an accusing tone. "You said 
you'd try anything once, remember?" 

"Once, yeah," the redhead conceded, calming down. "But I don't want you 
getting horny with me, pal," she warned as she went to the sink to wash the 
dried syrup from her face. "Or it means the end of a beautiful friendship, 
dig?" 

"Don't be such an asshole," the obese girl was quick to retort. "You know 
damn well I got a real healthy appetite for the opposite sex. Right, Potsy?" 
she asked, turning to the naked, doughy boy who was struggling to his feet. 
"It's just that this is supposed to be a party and I thought everyone was in 
a party mood." Lifting a flabby arm to smooth her lifeless hair, she shot 
the auburn-haired babysitter a reproachful look. "Don't tell me you're gonna 
turn out to be a party pooper, kiddo. You better not be," she added, her 
eyes narrowing. "Or you ain't gonna like our next little game." 

A worried frown lining his pale forehead, Potsy shuffled over to the girls. 
He didn't want them to start arguing, maybe even fight, and ruin everything. 
What the fuck, the fun was just beginning. "Aw, come on, Elmira," he said, 
grabbing the girl's huge tits in an attempt to humor her. "She's only 
kidding. You shoulda seen her flipping around on the floor while you went at 
her. She loved every minute of it, didn't you, Bonnie Mae?" 

"Well," the curvaceous girl hedged, a smile playing at the corners of her 
mouth as she watched Potsy tug at Elmira's big boobs. "It did feel pretty 
good at that." 

The two girls stared at each other, their eyes twinkling. Finally, they 
burst into giggles and Potsy sighed with relief. "You really liked it, huh?" 
Elmira persisted with a wicked grin as the boy rubbed her nipples. 

"Yes, you big ass," the babysitter admitted, smiling. "I liked it, all 
right. But only because this is a party and tonight . . . anything goes, 
right? But like I said, don't go getting any funny idea, sweetie, because my 
head is still screwed on straight." 

Potsy laughed nervously. "Well, now that you two got that settled," he said, 
his fingers sliding down to nuzzle the sticky mound between the fat girl's 
legs, "what's next?" 

"Yeah, Elmira," Bonnie Mae wanted to know. "What's this game you were 
talking about?" 

The corpulent teenager opened her heavy thighs to make room for Potsy's 
probing fingers. "If you don't quit playing with me, honey, I just might 
forget all about it," she grinned, rubbing against the boy. 

Giving her jam-coated, matted pubic hair a little tug, the naked boy removed 
his fingers, his eyes sliding to the beautiful redhead. Whatever this whore 
has in mind, I hope I get to play with that juicy little cunt next, he 
thought, licking his thick lips as he stared at the tempting auburn 
triangle. 

"We," Elmira announced dramatically, "are going to play cards." 

"Cards?" her two cohorts chorused, their faces reflecting disappointment. 

Ignoring their protests, the girl trotted back to the living room, a naked 
mountain of moving flesh, to remove one last item from the paper sack she'd 
left on the coffee table. "Umm-hmm," she hummed as the pair followed her. 
"It's a very special game and you have to use very special cards. It's 
called Pick-A-Pose." Spreading the deck in fanlike fashion, she held them up 
to reveal some of the lurid photos on the back. 

The colorless boy whistled appreciatively, his eyes glittering as he reached 
for the deck of pornographic cards. "Man, these are wild," he said, 
shuffling through them with eager hands. 

Elmira nudged her girlfriend, gesturing toward the dangling penis that was 
beginning to lose some of its wrinkled limpness. "Look at lover-boy," she 
giggled. "He's shaping up already. A few hands at this and he'll be raring 
to go again." The girl grinned at Bonnie Mae's breasts, then looked down at 
her own voluminous blobs of flesh. Cupping them in her hands, she lifted 
them high. "Then, these babies of ours are gonna get sucked good and proper, 
honey." 

Grinning, Bonnie Mae's nipples rose into stiff points and tingled with 
anticipation. "How do we play?" she asked, peering over Potsy's shoulder. A 
delicious warmth spread across her thighs at the sight of the lewd poses. 

"First, we sit down," Elmira said, lowering her heavy body to the rug 
gracelessly. She snatched the cards away from the fascinated, slack-mouthed 
boy and shuffled them. Then, she spread them out across the carpet with the 
photos facing down. "Next, we take turns picking a card." She paused to give 
them an unwholesome smile. "And you have to act out the pose on the one you 
get!" 

"Crazy!" Potsy said, licking his lips while he feasted his faded eyes on 
Bonnie Mae's luscious, nude body. 

"Elmira, you're so creative!" Bonnie Mae praised. "How do you think up all 
these things?" 

"It's easy," Potsy snickered, "when your mind is always in the gutter." 

"Up your ass!" the girl retorted, making an obscene gesture with her middle 
finger. 

"Not unless it's on the card I pick, baby," he replied, grinning. 

The three teenagers burst into appreciative laughter. "Well, what do you 
know?" Elmira said, giving the boy an admiring glance. "Potsy finally made a 
funny." 

"Come on, let's get started," Bonnie Mae urged, looking at the clock. "It's 
after ten already." 

"Wait a minute," Elmira said. "I haven't explained the rules. First of all, 
you have to do whatever's on your card." She shot Bonnie Mae a meaningful 
look. "No copping out, honey." She turned her glittering eyes to the boy. 
"And you, lover, don't get to cum." 

"Hey," he whined, looking crestfallen. "That ain't fair!" 

"Don't get your balls in an uproar, dumb-ass! You already shot your load 
once tonight. If you get your cookies again, you won't be worth an old man's 
fuck for our grand finale." 

The boy gave her a blank look. 

"The tit-sucking bit, stupid. I been bragging to Bonnie Mae so don't go 
making a liar outta me by wearing yourself out before the big scene, okay? 
Our boobs have been aching for days just thinking about it." 

"You can blow your wad after you show me what that talented mouth of yours 
can do to these," Bonnie Mae consoled, shaking her shoulders so that her 
huge tits performed a wild dance. "Then, you can cum deep inside my pussy, 
okay?" she teased, stroking herself while he watched hungrily. 

"Just one more thing," Elmira continued. "There's a three-minute time limit 
on each pose." Her eyelids dropped. "That's in case you want to enjoy it a 
little." She looked at her girlfriend. "But we don't want to overdo it 
'cause the last one to cum is the winner. Once you get your jollies, honey, 
you're out of the game. You can't pick a card, then, you can only help Potsy 
and me act out ours until I get my gun. If I cum first, the same goes for 
me, okay?" 

"Okay!" 

Elmira wet her lips. "Who wants to pick the first card?" 

"Me!" Bonnie Mae volunteered, reaching for the outspread deck. A bit stung 
by her friend's insinuations that she was a spoil sport, the girl was 
anxious to prove her wrong. She chose a card, turned it over, and felt her 
palpitating pussy grow even wetter. Her jade eyes grew thick-lidded as they 
slid from Potsy to Elmira. "I'm going to need both of you to help me act 
this one," she said. With parted lips, she held the card up to show them the 
lewd act portrayed in the photo. 

* * * 

Ralph Conway pulled up in front of the sprawling suburban mansion and killed 
the engine. I'm really going to strain my balls on this deal, he told 
himself as he got out of his car and strode briskly up the walk. He carried 
his new attache case with a firm grip, striving for an air of quiet 
confidence. This son-of-a-bitch is rolling in dough. If I play this cool and 
easy, I can walk out of here with the fattest commission yet. I'll be able 
to pay off Liz's car and pad my wallet, too. Maybe I'll even treat myself to 
an expensive piece of ass, one of those near-northside hookers whose rates 
are out of sight. 

Ralph lifted the heavy brass knocker and chimes pealed within. Straightening 
his shoulders, he assumed a pleasant, businesslike expression as he waited. 
When there was no response, he lifted the knocker again. Still, silence. 
Peering through the gleaming, paned windows to the left of the massive door, 
he saw a richly paneled den. One wall contained a well-stocked 
floor-to-ceiling bookcase and massive leather chairs flanked the stone 
fireplace. On the Oriental rug between the mahogany desk and huge stereo, a 
white Persian cat posed regally. The long-haired feline glanced in his 
direction, blinked, then looked away in bored sophistication. 

Shifting his attache case to the opposite hand, Ralph tried the door knocker 
for a third and final time. His expression changed to one of annoyance. 
Don't tell me the fucking bastard forgot about our appointment. We set this 
up days ago. 

When the massive door failed to open, the ambitious insurance agent faced up 
to the unpleasant knowledge that he'd made a hell of a long drive for 
nothing. A complete waste of time, for it was obvious that no one was home. 
The man either forgot that he was coming over this evening or went out 
without bothering to cancel out. 

Ralph spun on his heel and returned to his car with brisk, angry strides. 
Maybe he wasn't as well-heeled as this son-of-a-bitch but his time was 
valuable, too. He slid behind the steering wheel and slammed the door with 
vengeance. Glancing at his watch, he inserted the key in the ignition, 
started the motor, and roared away. 

Should I stop somewhere for a drink? he wondered as he headed for the 
expressway. But by the time he descended the entrance ramp, the gray-eyed 
man decided to chuck the idea. He had a good half-hour drive ahead of him. 
Maybe he should go straight home, see the babysitter to her door, then mix 
himself a stiff drink and try to unwind. 

Tension made the muscles in his neck tighten as he pressed his foot down on 
the accelerator. How he ached to phone the cocky SOB who stood him up 
tonight and chew his ass. But damn it, Ralph was determined to sell him that 
policy. He knew all too well that first thing tomorrow morning, he'd swallow 
his anger, and part of his pride, when he phoned to set up another 
appointment. 

Liz Conway brushed against the attractive gray-haired man as she bent over 
to serve him another drink. His eager eyes took in her slim figure and short 
skirt and liked what they saw. "Thanks, honey," he said a bit thickly, 
running his hand down the back of her net-stockinged thigh. "But how about 
joining me? It's kind of lonely sitting here all by myself." 

Ordinarily, Liz would squirm out of reach, smile, and give the man a 
good-natured brush. But tonight was different. Tonight, the platinum-haired 
cocktail waitress had been brooding about her husband and that big-busted 
babysitter. By now, the girl probably had those long legs of hers split wide 
open and Ralph was fucking her for all he was worth. And if he were, then he 
wasn't worth a shit! 

Stella was right, Liz decided, setting the man's drink on a cocktail napkin. 
It was time she started having herself some fun, too. And this traveling 
salesman who'd been ogling her all evening looked like he could provide 
plenty. The gray-haired man came in regularly whenever he came to Chicago 
and seemed particularly interested in the slender, blonde waitress. Much to 
Stella's disgust, however, Liz always discouraged his advances in a firm, 
but friendly, manner. 

"You're crazy, luv," Stella once told her, shaking her head in disbelief. 
"What I wouldn't give to have that big hunk look at me the way he looks at 
you! Get a load of those classy suits he wears, honey. And that big rock 
flashing on his pinky! He's obviously loaded and he practically drools 
whenever you wait on him. How the hell can you keep turning your back on a 
stud like that?" 

Liz straightened up to return the man's gaze, letting his hand linger. "I 
can't join you right this minute, handsome," she said with a slow, inviting 
smile. "But I get a fifteen-minute break soon. Can I take a rain check till 
then?" 

The man's eyes lit up and his smile broadened. "I'll be waiting, baby," he 
said, his voice husky. 

Liz wiggled her trim hips more than usual as she continued her rounds, 
conscious of the salesman's watchful eyes. Tonight, she would merely 
encourage the man. She'd have a drink with him, get acquainted, and drop a 
few broad hints that she might be willing to get a lot friendlier. She'd 
keep the guy dangling until she had more on Ralph. If it turned out that her 
husband was balling that fifteen-year-old kid, then Liz would dump the 
frigging bastard and drop the goody-goody bit once and for all. 

She'd take old Stella's advice . . . find herself some big spenders and 
start enjoying life. Never again would she let any man hurt or humiliate 
her. The tables would turn. Liz would start using men instead of having it 
the other way around. 

As she carried a tray of drinks, she caught the stranger's eye. He winked at 
her, lifting his glass in a little salute. Liz smiled over her shoulder, 
wiggled her ass, and winked back. So he was a traveling salesman out on the 
prowl, looking for a little diversion. Liz was just about ready for some fun 
and a little diversion, too! 

Bonnie Mae placed the card she'd chosen on the rug with the obscene photo 
facing upward. Emulating the position of the naked girl in the center, she 
dropped to her knees and arched her back, letting her head fall back so that 
her long, auburn hair spilled onto the carpet. She spread her ivory legs 
wide, like the girl in the photo, until her cuntal lips parted, their 
glistening, flowering petals throbbing expectantly. Her lovely face flushed, 
the girl waited for her partners to play their parts in this lewd act. 

Elmira lumbered to one side of the arched girl, and Potsy to the other. With 
one last reference to the card, they acted out their roles. Elmira brought 
her pudgy face down on the girl's left tit, opened her warm mouth as far as 
she could, and filled it to capacity with the delectable, firm flesh. 

His eyes froglike, Potsy devoured the girl's right breast. "Ummm," he 
moaned, savoring the delectable mouthful. His quivering joint thickened with 
lust as his pale cheeks moved in and out. The boy's talented tongue 
performed as if it were a separate entity, rolling, pinching, and sucking 
the tender tip, doing electrifying things to the girl. 

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her body aflame. Elmira sure wasn't exaggerating, 
she thought, her right breast swollen and hard in response to the exquisite 
torment that it was receiving. Elmira was doing a pretty good job on her 
left boob, too. The girl's salivating oral cavity felt good against her 
fiery nipple. 

Suddenly, the lovely redhead cried out and sucked her stomach in as first 
her girlfriend, then the boy, completed their parts in the obscene 
portrayal. "Oh, shit!" she panted, elevating her hips as their fingers 
entered her throbbing vagina. Each had two fingers shoved up inside her, 
teasing and stroking the spongy, dripping caverns of her inner passage. 

"Ooooohhhh, sweet Jeeesus!" she cried, her straining pelvis rotating in the 
air as their fingers grew more demanding. Potsy jammed still another finger 
up her cuntal passage and Bonnie Mae panted, beads of moisture dotting her 
forehead. Moaning, she worked her hips furiously. She felt the scrape of 
fingernails deep inside her and she closed her eyes to the wonderful, new 
sensations coursing through her arched and burning body. 

Just when she was about to ascend that ultimate peak, the probing fingers 
made a hasty exit and the warm, wonderful mouths punishing her tits pulled 
away. The panting girl's eyes flew open in bewilderment, her abandoned body 
still poised and waiting. 

"Time's up!" Elmira announced cheerfully, crawling back to the outspread 
deck, her drooping sacks of flesh swinging back and forth while her mammoth, 
dimpled asscheeks shook and wobbled. "And not a minute too soon either, 
sweetie," she teased as the girl and boy joined her reluctantly. Elmira 
looked at Bonnie Mae's flushed face and distended nipples and grinned. "A 
few more seconds and you would have lost." 

"Yeah, I could tell you were ready to cum," 

Potsy added, leering at her. 

"Okay, my turn!" Elmira said, picking a card. She turned it over and batted 
her lashes at the boy. "Poor Potsy," she said in mock sympathy. "Looks like 
you have to sit this one out." 

"Whaddya mean? Let's see," the boy said in a petulant tone. 

Elmira flipped the card over, showing it to the pasty-skinned boy, then to 
her girlfriend. Seeing the sudden gleam in the babysitter's eyes brought a 
grin to the fat girl's lips. "How about the feather duster and rolling pin, 
sweetie?" 

"I know where they are," Bonnie Mae said, quickly rising. Her two sex 
partners admired the perfection of her nudeness as the lovely girl hurried 
into the kitchen to return with the two props. 

Elmira turned over on her back with her heavy thighs split wide, the 
well-trodden slit of her sticky cunt winking lewdly as it awaited its next 
treat. Climbing on top of her spread-eagle friend, Bonnie Mae straddled her 
with her weight on her bent knees. She lowered her face to her friend's 
crotch and thrust her own bare behind out so that her pretty, auburn pussy 
was easily accessible to her partner. 

Their naked male observer's bulging eyes were on the redhead's pink, 
quivering sphincter and he felt his balls quiver. How I'd like to shove my 
finger up her tender, little asshole, he fantasized, stroking his growing 
penis. 

Elmira flung a flaccid arm out to lift her chosen card for another look. 
"Hand me the rolling pin, honey," she said in a throaty voice. 

The girl obeyed, keeping the feather duster in her hand. Her lovely face 
just inches from the girl's oozing, coral niche, Bonnie Mae's left hand slid 
down to open her milky slot even further. With her right hand, she eased the 
tip of the feather duster's plastic handle into her slick receptacle. 

Elmira giggled and drew her legs even further apart. "Don't be so gentle, 
honey. Shove it in good and hard. I never been fucked by a turkey before and 
I want to gobble it up." The girl's laughter soon ended when her friend 
complied with her request. Her mouth drooped wet and loose and her eyes 
shone glassily as the long handle invaded her spongy canal. Bonnie Mae 
thrust the handle deep inside the girl, rotating it vigorously before 
withdrawing it almost completely. 

Her hand pumped in and out, in and out, shoving the plastic rod higher and 
higher until only the bright fan of feathers was visible. With each 
penetration, the redhead worked the long handle in a circular motion, 
watching Elmira's dimpled inner thighs twitch while she moaned blissfully. 
"Mmmm. It feels . . . mmm . . . marrrvelousss!" 

Elmira's fat arms lifted the rolling pin and she brought her lust-contorted 
face close to her girlfriend's parted, pink crevice. Aiming the end of the 
kitchen utensil at her dripping, center slot, Elmira jammed it in. 

"Eeee!" the girl shrieked, her ass bucking high in the air as her anus 
puckered. Elmira wasted no time thrusting the wooden object deep inside her 
friend until the jutting handle bumped against the mouth of her cervix. "Oh, 
Christ!" the girl gasped, her legs trembling. 

Elmira pulled the thick rolling pin backward with tantalizing slowness. 
Bonnie Mae whimpered, her quivering vaginal walls clinging to the object, 
reluctant to part with it. As the fat girl withdrew it, Potsy grinned 
salaciously, for the massive pseudo-prick was saturated with the creamy 
fluids of excitement. 

Elmira continued to fuck her friend with the wide rolling pin and Bonnie Mae 
reciprocated by shoving the long feather duster in and out of Elmira, 
rotating it savagely on every in-stroke. Potsy's breathing was asthmatic as 
he looked on, his faded eyes fascinated by the girl's perverse activity. His 
madly pulsating cock was fully extended now and his stubby fingers toyed 
with its dripping, gaping tip as he listened to their outcries and watched 
the luscious redhead's bucking ass and the swinelike girl's gyrating pelvis. 

Everyone was so thoroughly engrossed in what was going on, that the 
three-minute time limit was completely forgotten. Each girl screwed the 
other with fervor, thrilling to the forceful invasion of the household 
objects. Elmira's great hips heaved higher and higher while Bonnie Mae 
whirled her rounded ass in the air like a madwoman. "Harder!" she gasped, 
loving the feel of the luscious thickness of the rolling pin, crazed by the 
steady bump of its handle against her cervix. "Mmmmph! Shove it . . . mmmph 
. . . higher!" 

"Fuck me faster!" Elmira begged, pumping her pelvis up and down in rhythm 
with the circular thrusts of the deliciously long feather duster handle. 

The two girls kept at each other's throbbing pussies, their hands pumping at 
a steady pace, until Bonnie Mae, driven to the supreme height of carnal joy 
by the pistoning wooden object, cried out in sweet release, her buttocks 
quivering as she bucked up and down in wild abandon, twirling the buried 
feather duster furiously as she climaxed. 

Aroused by her girlfriend's convulsive response to her manipulations of the 
rolling pin and the increased attack on her own passion-soaked cunt, the 
corpulent teenager strained her pelvic muscles in one final upward thrust 
before she jerked and gyrated, mewing like a cat on the prowl, as a 
devastating orgasm ripped through her massive body. 

By now, the boy's cheeks had grown pink and he wheezed with lust. "I'm 
next," he panted, reaching out for a card. 

Elmira looked up from the tangle of arms and legs that she and her 
girlfriend had become when they collapsed in exquisite fatigue. The feather 
duster was still buried in her satisfied pussy, its bright plumage 
protruding ludicrously. "The game's over, Potsy," she drawled, withdrawing 
the rolling pin from between her sex partner's limp legs. "We both came, 
honey." She grinned lazily, her eyes hooded and dreamy. "Or couldn't you 
tell?" 

"Ohhh, Elmira," Bonnie Mae sighed, lifting her leg to roll over and sit up. 
"That was out of sight. Even better than my vibrator." 

"Whaddya mean the game's over?" Potsy demanded, staring at them with 
incredulous, washed-out eyes. "Don't I get a turn, anyway? You two just had 
yourselves a hell of a good fuck. You mean, all I get is a rip-off?" 

"He's right, Elmira," Bonnie Mae conceded, touching her arm. She glanced at 
the clock. "We've got time for one more card before the grand finale. It's 
twenty after ten and Mr. Conway is due back between eleven and twelve. Just 
so's the two of you are out of here by eleven, okay?" 

Sighing, Elmira pulled the feather duster out and sat up. "Yeah, I guess 
poor Potsy should have his turn. But this is the last card trick, lover-boy. 
Understand?" 

"Sure, sure," he was quick to agree, turning his card over. His snake-like 
tongue darted wetly across his lips as he leered at the two girls. "I'm 
gonna need both of you for this one." Grunting, he pulled his unwieldy body 
off the rug and stood up. "We're gonna play choo-choo. Com'ere, Bonnie Mae." 
He grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "You're the 
engine," he explained, grabbing her slender waist to position her in front 
of him. "And you," he pointed to Elmira, "are the caboose. Get behind me, 
will you ?" 

"Just a minute," she protested, reaching for the card he left on the carpet. 
"You forgot to show us the picture, dumb-ass." She picked up the card and 
rolled her eyes. "Look at this, sweetie." She held it up to show her 
girlfriend the lewd performance of the trio in the photo. 

The lovely redhead grinned and bent forward, knees bent, with her hands 
resting on her firm thighs. Her big tits dangled like two giant teardrops. 

"How come I have to be the caboose?" Elmira wanted to know as she took her 
position behind Potsy. Rising to her knees, she put her hands on both of his 
flabby asscheeks and spread them wide, exposing his winking, hairy asshole. 

"Because I've fucked you a hundred times," he retorted, a look of contempt 
on his homely face as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "And right now, I 
wanna soak my prick in her for a change, all right?" 

"All right, already," she replied good-naturedly. "Don't get your great big 
balls in a great big turmoil, lover-boy." 

"Besides," he added as an afterthought, "I'm the engineer!" With that, he 
bent his knees until his great, swollen penis was aligned with the beautiful 
white ass in front of him. His clammy hands encircling her waist, he thrust 
his weight forward, sending his thick joint into her cuntal opening. He 
fucked slow and deep, enjoying every inch of her spongy vaginal walls. 

I'm in her gorgeous cunt at last, he thought, moaning as he balled the girl 
nice and easy, hoping to prolong his ecstasy. Mmmm, she feels nice . . . not 
all stretched out like that dirty slut behind me. 

Just then, Elmira's tongue darted up his rectum as she acted out her role in 
the depraved pantomime. Potsy responded involuntarily, jerking his hips 
forward to penetrate Bonnie Mae's juicy cunt even further. The fat girl's 
hands pulled at the boy's dimpled buttocks, separating them to make room for 
her burrowing face. She shoved her wet, eager tongue far up inside him, 
exploring his quivering rectum with the skill and fervor of the nympho that 
she was. 

Potsy's colorless eyeballs practically disappeared as they rolled 
heavenward. Elmira's a fat, smelly slob, he admitted to himself, but, holy 
shit, there's nothin' this whore can't do! 

Bonnie Mae was happy with the doggie-style screwing she was getting. Mmmmm, 
it feels good this way, she thought, lifting her behind to meet the boy's 
every forward movement. It makes his prick seem even bigger and it hurts a 
little, too. She sighed contentedly as the boy's slippery cock continued to 
burrow, her eyes closed. 

Potsy was in heaven. Fucking a pretty, red-haired pussy and getting the shit 
licked out of my asshole, too. And I've still got those gorgeous tits ahead 
of me. His mouth watered as he imagined it filled to capacity with eager 
tits. Jesus, what a night! 

The naked threesome moaned and grunted, their sweating, secreting bodies 
moving in a weird, unholy unison as if they were one. They forgot all about 
the three-minute time limit. Even if they had remembered, they wouldn't have 
cared. For they were losing themselves in complete abandon to the wicked 
splendor of their unwholesome act. 

Not one of the three teenagers heard the key turning in the lock, nor the 
sound of footfalls crossing the kitchen floor. And they were all blissfully 
unaware of the eyes watching their lewd performance with dilated, fascinated 
pupils. 

It wasn't until the gaping mouth cried out in shocked disbelief that the 
naked trio pulled apart! 

CHAPTER Six 

Ada Owens' tired eyes felt heavy as the television newscaster signed off. 
The gray-haired woman rose with difficulty, clicked the set off, and yawned. 
Guess I'll go to bed, she decided, her bent, arthritic body shuffling to her 
bedroom. 

Her stiff fingers, with their painfully swollen knuckles, fumbled as she 
undressed and donned a flannel nightgown. Sighing heavily, the weary woman 
lowered herself onto the bed and lay staring up at the chipped ceiling. 
Guess Bonnie Mae's going to be late tonight, she mused. But she's young and 
don't need her sleep the way I do. And the money she earns over at the 
Conways comes in mighty handy. 

Lord only knows I can't keep a fifteen-year-old girl in clothes on what I 
make. Not at today's inflated prices. 

The exhausted woman closed her tired eyes, her thoughts whirling 
helter-skelter as they often did just before she drifted off to sleep. She 
thought of her widowed sister, Clara, down in Florida. Only Clara had been 
luckier than she. Clara's husband was a successful businessman, not an 
alcoholic as hers had been, and he left his widow financially secure. Her 
sister owned and operated a nice little retirement trailer court in the 
sunshine state and her two grown sons doted on her. One gave her a color TV 
last Christmas and the other paid for a trip to Bermuda. 

But Clara had had her children while she was young, not in her late-forties. 
Forty-seven is just too old to have a baby, Ada told herself again, 
something she'd been repeating over and over ever since Bonnie Mae was born. 
The girl was an unexpected burden, a terrible mistake. But then, so was 
Ada's marriage. But to Ada Owens, divorce was a mortal sin and abortion was 
a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Instead, she chose to live her hell 
right here on earth by remaining with her drunk of a husband until he died 
and "doing her duty" by Bonnie Mae. 

And she had done the right thing. The woman worked hard to give the girl 
everything she needed and then some. By pinching pennies, she'd even managed 
to give her daughter some fairly decent presents over the years. 

For the girl's tenth birthday, Ada had surprised her with a secondhand 
bicycle. Last Christmas, she'd given the girl an electric hair dryer and 
styling brush with all the attachments. For her sixteenth birthday, Ada 
hoped to be able to buy her daughter a cassette recorder. 

Yes, Ada Owens had done her motherly duty and would continue to do so until 
the girl reached eighteen. Then, once Bonnie Mae was graduated from high 
school and was on her own, Ada planned to move to Florida and live with 
Clara. 

Clara longed for the day that her sister could come to live with her and 
help her run the trailer court. But Ada couldn't make the move for three 
more years. Pets and children under eighteen were not allowed in the 
retirement community and much as she wanted to, Clara couldn't make an 
exception for her sister and niece. 

Ada could scarcely wait until the next three years passed and she'd be free 
to join her beloved sister. Free to enjoy the companionship of people her 
own age, to bask in the healing warmth of the Florida sun. How she hated the 
Chicago climate and what it did to her painful arthritis! Work worn and bone 
tired, Ada hated to go out to work day after miserable day . . . as she had 
for so many years. And though she wouldn't admit it, even to herself, she 
hated Bonnie Mae, too. The girl was the image of her father, a constant 
reminder of the torment and humiliation that Ada had endured as the wife of 
an alcoholic. 

Still, she tried to be a good mother to the girl, to see that she had 
everything she needed. Everything except the one thing that Bonnie Mae 
needed most of all. That's where . Ada Owens failed. For she was totally 
incapable of giving her daughter love. 

* * * 

Liz Conway and the gray-haired salesman smiled at each other as she joined 
him at his table. "I made it my business to find out a few things about you, 
Liz," he said, as another waitress left with their order. "Just so you're 
not at a disadvantage, I'm Bill Evans, traveling salesman, and mighty 
lonesome. I keep coming back to this joint strictly because of you, baby." 

"I'm flattered," she answered coyly, batting her eyelashes. "That's real 
nice to hear, you know, coming from a handsome guy like you." 

The waitress brought their drinks and Bill lifted his glass in a toast. "To 
us, Liz," he murmured, gazing deep into her eyes. "May this be the beginning 
of a warm and mutually rewarding relationship." As she sipped her martini, 
Bill Evans placed his manicured hand over hers and the slim blonde was 
shocked at her electrifying response. "I want you to know something right at 
the start, Liz," he said in a sensual voice. "When I like someone, I like to 
do things for them, make them happy, you know what I mean ? And I really 
like you, baby. You did something to me the first time I laid eyes on you." 

Bill Evans was doing something to Liz, too. 

Delicious, warm tingles spread through her body as his warm fingers caressed 
hers. "I'm glad to know that, Bill," she drawled, her eyes transmitting a 
silent, stronger, message, "because I have a feeling you and I are going to 
be very close friends." 

"When can we get together, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with eagerness. 
"How about tonight, when you get off work?" His eyes admired her modest 
breasts and slender arms. As the man pictured Liz lying naked on a bed, her 
knees bent and open with her arms outstretched and inviting, he felt his 
hungry penis swell and pulsate. Trim, narrow-hipped broads with small tits 
really turned him on. Big-busted cunts with fat, wide asses didn't appeal to 
him at all. It was the gals with more angles than curves that made Bill 
Evans' balls churn. 

"Well, I. . . uh . . . I'm not sure," she hedged, suddenly confused. Things 
were happening much too fast. Liz had planned to let him pursue her. The 
attractive blonde hadn't foreseen the explosion of their body chemistry. If 
the mere touch of his hand across a table can set off all these vibrations, 
what would happen if I went to bed with the guy? she wondered. 

As she lifted her glass to her lips, stalling for time before answering, she 
conjured up a mental image of the man's nude body lowering itself onto hers. 
I wonder how big his cock is? And how it would feel sliding in and out of 
me? she asked herself. It would be exciting to have a new mouth at my tits, 
she decided. And to have that handsome face take a dive at my pussy. 

Their eyes met and in that moment of contact, Liz made her decision. She 
wanted to be screwed by the good-looking man sitting across from her. She 
ached for the feel of his big, red penis pumping in and out of her. And she 
longed for the taste of his swollen masculinity inside her mouth, as well. 

The hell with Ralph! she quickly rationalized. Let the horny bastard screw 
fifteen-year-olds. I'll get even! Liz was certain that her husband was 
balling that kid right now, even if she didn't find any proof when she got 
home tonight. Liz wanted Bill Evans, all right, but not tonight. She was 
just too tired and emotionally drained to enjoy herself. She wanted to know 
about their date in advance, so she could take a nice, long nap before she 
left for the Mood Indigo that night. After all, she didn't go off duty till 
one in the morning. 

"I'd rather wait a couple of days, honey," Liz told him. "I'm . . . well, 
I'm just getting over my monthly visitor, you know ?" 

"How about Friday night?" he asked, his voice eager. "I'm heading back home 
Saturday morning and may not be up this way for several weeks. I'd sure like 
to get better acquainted before I leave, doll face." 

Liz felt a sharp sting of disappointment at the thought of not getting laid 
until he got back, so she quickly accepted. "Friday night is just fine, 
Bill," she said, smiling seductively as he stroked the palm of her hand. 

Ralph was never awake when Liz got home from work, so he'd never be the 
wiser. Not that she gave a damn now that she was on to him and Bonnie Mae. 
Still, once her cheating husband dozed off for the night, nothing short of 
an explosion could stir him. And the only explosion likely to take place 
Friday night, she thought, will be between me and Bill Evans. 

Won't old Stella be proud of me? she mused. I should have taken her advice a 
long time ago. Her cheeks bright, the platinum-haired cocktail waitress 
wriggled out of her high-heeled shoe and slid her stockinged foot up inside 
the attractive salesman's pants leg. 

* * * 

"wHat the hell's going on here?" Ralph Conway shouted, his face crimson as 
he stared incredulously at the naked, fucking trio. "A fucking orgy?" 

The startled teenagers jerked apart. For a few horrified seconds, they 
froze, gaping dumbly at the furious man looming in the threshold of the 
kitchen. Then, in a jumble of bouncing, naked flesh, they scrambled past him 
for their clothes. 

"Holy Jesus!" Elmira hissed, reaching for her slacks. "I'm sorry, kiddo!" 

"Me, too!" the babysitter whispered, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. 
Shit! she said to herself, her heart pounding. There goes my soft job. He's 
really mad! 

Wheezing, Potsy jammed his fat legs into his jeans, his face pink as his 
shaking fingers tugged at the zipper. "Let's get the fuck outta here!" he 
panted. 

"You do that!" Ralph Conway ordered, his voice thick with rage as he shot 
contemptible looks at the boy and Elmira. "And don't let me catch your fat 
asses around here again!" 

Elmira didn't appreciate his insult. "Fuck you, mister!" she retorted, 
pulling on her blouse. "Come on, Bonnie Mae," she urged, heading for the 
door with Potsy right behind her. 

"Wait!" the girl pleaded. Still bare-breasted, the lovely redhead struggled 
into her slacks. She sneaked a look at her enraged employer as she wriggled 
and squirmed, her voluminous, pink-tipped mounds of flesh bobbing. She 
pulled the slacks over the graceful curve of her hips, her racing pulses 
slowing. Suddenly, the babysitter was no longer afraid. For she saw 
something other than anger in Ralph Conway's glittering eyes as they ogled 
her huge tits. 

"Just a minute," the man said, his voice softening as he watched the 
voluptuous girl don her blouse. Conscious of his eyes, she sucked in her 
stomach and lifted her breasts high as she slid her arms through each 
sleeve, making the most of her final moments of semi-nudity. "I'd rather you 
stay. Don't you think we should talk about this, young lady?" 

"I guess so," she replied, making her voice quaver and lowering her eyes in 
the hope of appearing contrite. 

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Elmira persisted with a 
worried frown, her hand on the door knob. 

"No, that's okay," Bonnie Mae assured her, turning so that her back faced 
her employer. 

"I guess I do owe Mr. Conway an apology," she added, giving Elmira a 
meaningful look while a little smile played at the corners of her sensuous 
mouth. 

With narrowed eyes, the corpulent teenager glanced at Ralph Conway, then 
back to her friend. The little furrow between her brows relaxed for Elmira 
understood perfectly. For her sharp eyes hadn't overlooked the telltale 
bulge between the man's legs as he looked at Bonnie Mae. "Okay, sweetie," 
she said, opening the door. Potsy tripped over his feet in his eagerness to 
depart. "See you tomorrow." 

No sooner had the door closed behind them than little Tracy appeared in the 
doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I heard yelling, Daddy," he said in a 
small, frightened voice. 

In a few quick strides, Ralph was at his son's side. He lifted the 
pajama-clad boy into his arms and patted his shoulder. "Don't be scared, 
partner," he soothed with a reassuring smile. "I just happened to catch some 
boys running through our yard when I came home and I had to yell at them. 
But I chased them away and they're gone now, aren't they, Bonnie Mae?" He 
gave the girl a long look. "Everything's just fine, isn't it?" 

The babysitter blinked, impressed with the ease and swiftness of his 
fabricated story. "That's right, honey," she was quick to agree. "There's 
nothing to worry your sleepy little head about so you better get back to 
bed. And on the double." She smiled fondly at the boy. "School tomorrow, you 
know." 

"All right," he sighed, pouting. "But only if you come and tuck me in and 
tell me a story, Daddy." 

Ralph hesitated, looking at the girl. "Why don't you, Daddy?" she prodded. 
"I have a little tidying up to do, anyway, before I leave." 

"I won't be long, Bonnie Mae," he said softly as the son he idolized padded 
barefoot to his bedroom, eager for the rare treat of a bedtime story told by 
his father. 

The babysitter worked quickly, scooping up the various jars, cards, and the 
aerosol can that Elmira had left behind. She returned them to the paper 
sack, then retrieved the coated utensils which she and her girlfriend had 
used to screw each other and carried them into the kitchen. She ran the 
plastic handle of the feather duster under running hot water, rinsing it 
thoroughly. After hanging it back on the nail in the pantry, the girl filled 
the sink with hot, sudsy water. She cleaned the rolling pin, dried it, and 
returned it to the drawer from which she'd taken it. 

Tearing off several layers of paper toweling, she dipped them into the sudsy 
water and bent to rub the sticky jam, syrup, and whipped cream from the 
spotted linoleum. She tossed the soiled toweling into the garbage pail and 
emptied the sink. By the time she had completed her tasks, her employer 
reappeared. 

"I'll see you home," he told the girl. "Tracy will be all right for a few 
minutes. He's just about ready to drop off again." 

They walked side by side in awkward silence before Ralph spoke. "I'm really 
shocked at what I came home to tonight, Bonnie Mae," he began. I thought you 
were still a virgin, honey, he added silently. And am I ever glad I was 
wrong! "A lovely girl like you with a couple of pigs like those two." His 
voice softened, became sensual. "I realize a girl your age has to experiment 
in order to learn about the joys of sex. And believe me, my dear, it can be 
joyful. It all depends on who you're making love with. And someone as lovely 
as you can do a lot better than those two fat slobs you were fooling around 
with tonight." 

Like you, for instance, right, Mr. Conway? the girl was tempted to reply. 
Instead, she played dumb. "I guess you're right, Mr. Conway," she sighed, 
gazing up at him through her thick lashes. "But you see, Potsy and Elmira 
know so much more about sex than I do and . . . well, I was hoping to learn 
a few things." 

His quick response was exactly what the girl expected. "I can teach you 
everything there is to learn, honey." His voice was husky now, his breathing 
labored. "If you'll let me, I'll show you what it means to be a real woman. 
I can make you happier than you ever dreamed possible." His loins ached, hot 
with desire as the man imagined how great it would feel to sample the 
teenager's luscious, firm tits, to treat his swollen, throbbing penis to her 
young and tender pussy. 

They had reached the girl's apartment building and she turned to give her 
employer a seductive smile. "That would be wonderful, Mr. Conway," she 
purred. 

The gray-eyed man felt a dampness in his crotch. "Call me Ralph, honey," he 
invited, his voice thick with excitement. 

* * * 

Potsy's old Chevy burnt rubber as it tore away from the Conway house. 
"Christ, I thought we'd never get outta there," the boy said, taking the 
corner with a screech of tires. "I was scared that old guy would do 
something crazy. Jesus, did you see how red his face was ? Like he was gonna 
have a stroke or something." 

"Yeah, the bastard was really worked up, all right." Elmira snuggled next to 
the boy, her hand sliding between his vast thighs. "But we must have been 
one hell of a sight, huh, Potsy?" The girl broke into giggles as she 
pictured how the three of them must have looked with her licking Potsy's 
asshole while lover boy did the doggie routine with Bonnie Mae. 

"I don't know, maybe it wasn't too smart leaving Bonnie Mae alone with the 
guy." He spread his legs wider so that the girl could grab more of his 
balls. "Do you think she'll be all right?" 

"I know she will," Elmira told him. "With all she's got going for her, that 
girl can handle any guy." What a dumb-ass! she thought. Couldn't he see how 
the guy was drooling in his pants over her? "Let's concentrate on us, 
honey," she drawled, her fingers kneading his sacs harder. "We never did get 
to do our grand finale." 

"Yeah, I know," the boy said, breathing harder. He could use a good mouthful 
of tit about now. Then, he'd give Elmira the fucking of her life. He never 
did get to shoot his load into Bonnie Mae's luscious, passion-soaked pussy. 
Still, Potsy wasn't complaining. I was lucky I got to dip my stick in her at 
all, he realized philosophically. Cunts like her are really outta my class. 

The boy pulled up to their familiar parking spot behind a deserted factory 
on a dead-end street. He killed the motor, doused the headlights, and 
unzipped his pants, resigned to the fact that he had to be content with 
slobs like Elmira Simms. 

As Elmira unbuttoned her blouse and tore it open, she wondered, fleetingly, 
what was happening between Bonnie Mae and Mr. Conway. Then, she felt Potsy's 
warm, wet mouth on her enormous left boob, his serpentine tongue sucking the 
nipple mercilessly. And the girl sighed rapturously, closed her eyes, and 
forgot all about Bonnie Mae. 

* * * 

As Ralph Conway turned to retrace his steps, Bonnie Mae watched him for a 
few seconds, a smile on her face. Then, she entered her apartment building 
and ascended the staircase quickly, her face flushed and her eyes glowing 
with excitement. So much had happened tonight that her mind was reeling and 
she felt giddy, light-headed. First, all that far-out sex with Potsy and her 
imaginative girlfriend, Elmira. Second, getting caught by Mr. Conway. 

And finally, having the man proposition her. And I bet he can really teach 
me plenty, she thought as she climbed the last step and turned into the 
hallway. 

Nick LaRocco was just placing his key in the door to his apartment, a tall, 
blonde draped against him, and both turned at the sound of the girl's 
approach. The sophisticated-looking girl looked at Bonnie Mae, frowned, and 
quickly averted her eyes. Much to her annoyance, Nick continued to stare at 
the girl. 

Christ, that kid is a knock-out, Nick thought, taking in her incredible 
body, glowing complexion, and radiant eyes. And every time I see her, she 
looks better and better. 

Bonnie Mae paused by her door, returning Nick LaRocco's bold gaze. Thrilled 
by the fact that the handsome Italian was ignoring a glamorous blonde to 
stare at her, the girl's jade eyes shone even brighter, making her 
breath-takingly lovely. 

"Come on, Nick," the blonde said, her voice sharp. "Are you going to open 
that door or not?" 

With a triumphant smile, Bonnie Mae unlocked her own door and hurried 
inside. Now, her evening was complete . . . perfect in every way. For Nick 
LaRocco, the man of her dreams, had noticed her. She knew, now, with 
absolute certainty that the man she wanted found her appealing after all. 
I'll get that gorgeous hunk yet! she promised herself. I'll use everything 
Ralph Conway teaches me to make Nick mine! 

Her thoughts whirling in a kaleidoscope of joy, Bonnie Mae was totally 
unaware of the dried splotches of Potsy's spilled semen that she had failed 
to notice when she cleaned up the Conways' kitchen linoleum. 

CHAPTER Seven 

Much to her surprise, Liz found nothing suspicious when she got home from 
work that night. With quiet determination, she checked the carpet, the 
bathroom, even the sofa for signs of lovemaking. The next morning, she 
examined the bedding, as well. 

So he was careful last night, she decided as she fixed Tracy his morning 
cereal. I still don't trust him with that babysitter! 

If the boy hadn't stacked his school work beside him at the breakfast table 
so that his speller slid from the pile of books and papers and fell to the 
floor, Liz might have missed the stains completely. Her sponge mop may have 
cleaned away the evidence the next time she mopped the linoleum. But as the 
slender blonde bent to retrieve her son's schoolbook, she noticed the dried 
blotches that hadn't been there the day before and knew, intuitively, what 
they were. 

It wasn't until her son left for school, however, that Liz dampened a paper 
towel, and rubbed at some of the marks, and lifted the towel to her nose. 
The familiar pungent odor told her, without a doubt, that the stains 
consisted of dried semen. 

Jesus, they must be trying everything, she thought, rubbing at the rest of 
the blotches with angry swirls. Ralph has screwed the kid on our bed, the 
living room rug, and now the kitchen floor! Come to think of it, it was 
unusual to find all the kitchen shades drawn when I got home last night. 

Well, that's it! she told herself as she washed her hands at the sink, 
mentally washing her hands of her cheating husband at the same time. I'll 
talk to Stella tonight, so she'll be ready to fill in for me any time, now. 
The next time dear Ralph says he'll be late, I'll just work until Stella 
goes off duty, then I'll leave while she finishes my shift for me. 

Tracy usually went to bed between eight-thirty and nine and Liz was sure 
that Ralph wouldn't dare sneak back to the babysitter while his son was 
still awake. He was too smart for that. But Liz was wizing up, too. She 
would have her loaded camera in the car that night, complete with 
flash-cubes. After she left the Mood Indigo Lounge, she would drive around 
for a while, just to be sure that her son was sound asleep before she made 
her move. Then, she would drive home, park several houses away, and walk the 
rest of the way. Liz would enter the house slowly and quietly, her camera 
poised and waiting. 

Yes, the platinum-haired housewife was mapping everything out in her mind. 
She would execute her every move with painstaking care. For she was 
determined to get the evidence she needed to prove that her husband was a 
filthy lecher, worthless scum that liked to climb on top of little girls 
with grown-up bodies. Then, she would see a smart lawyer, sit back, and 
enjoy seeing Ralph squirm. Let the fucking bastard stew in his own 
ejaculating juices! Liz thought, her eyes narrowed. By the time I get 
through with him, he'll be sorry he ever looked twice at little Bonnie Mae 
Owens! 

* * * 

Elmira Simms giggled when Bonnie Mae told her all about Ralph Conway's 
proposition. "The big phony!" she said, shaking her head as she opened her 
gym locker. "Acting so high and mighty, so holier-than-thou about us when he 
had ideas himself. I bet that big prick of his has been aching for you all 
along, honey." Her eyes glittered and she licked her lips. "I bet the old 
guy's good, though. Think of all the screwing he must have done over the 
years. And he's kind of easy on the eyes, too, you know. Maybe he'll make it 
all up to you, huh?" 

Bonnie Mae's forehead creased to form a puzzled frown. "Make what up to me?" 

"You know. Sneaking up to us the way he did, coming home before he was 
supposed to." 

With a wicked grin, the obese girl lifted her soiled sweater so that her 
enormous tits spilled forward. "Look what you missed out on, honey." 

Bonnie Mae's eyes grew wide and she gasped at the sight of her friend's 
badly bruised and battered breasts. 

* * * 

Ralph Conway's lustful mind was so crowded with fantasies involving himself 
and the fifteen-year-old babysitter that he could think of little else. The 
next day, the insurance agent canceled his evening appointments for the 
following night. Instead, he'd clear up some work in the office, then head 
for home. Now that the auburn-haired teenager with the luscious body was 
within his reach, Ralph was obsessed with the thought of possessing her. 

He told the girl of his plans for Friday evening when he walked her home 
that night. "How about you and me having our first lesson tomorrow night, 
honey?" he asked, his eyes fastened to her incredible bosom. 

"Sure, that's fine by me, Mr. Con-I mean Ralph," she corrected with a sultry 
smile. 

"I want to wait till Tracy's sleeping though, honey," he added, his 
lecherous eyes sliding down to the navel winking at him above her low-slung 
jeans. "What would be a safe time?" 

"I usually see that he's in bed no later than nine," the girl explained as 
they walked along. "And it doesn't take him long to fall asleep. So it's up 
to you, Ralph. Whenever you decide to come home, I'll be ready and waiting." 

The gray-eyed man saw the babysitter safely to the door of her apartment 
building, then headed back to his sleeping son. But the man had difficulty 
walking because of the aching bulge between his legs. 

Liz Conway left for the Mood Indigo Lounge well-rested from her long 
afternoon nap, perfumed from her luxurious bubble bath, and glowing with 
anticipation. She'd been dreaming of Bill Evans for hours, thinking about 
their date later tonight, and her slender body was tingling with 
anticipation. Even though the platinum blonde had just wiggled into her new 
black-lace panties a few minutes earlier, her crotch felt wet by the time 
she threaded her way through the thickening Friday evening traffic. 

Liz was her usual smiling, hip-swinging self as she waited on customers, but 
there was an unusual restlessness about her the entire evening. She glanced 
often at the luminous dial of her wrist watch and her searching eyes kept 
scanning the faces of unescorted men in the darkened, smoke-filled room. 

* * * 

Time never dragged with such agonizing slowness as it did for Ralph Conway 
that Friday night. By nine-forty, the man had waited as long as he possibly 
could to get his hands on Bonnie Mae. The lovely, young redhead smiled at 
the sound of his key turning in the lock, rose from the couch, and went to 
greet her lecherous employer. 

"Is Tracy asleep?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. 

The girl nodded. "He konked out a long time ago." 

At once, his features relaxed and he let his gray eyes travel the length of 
the girl's firm, ripe body. Jesus, I can hardly wait to get inside those 
pants of hers! he thought, his gaze settling on the mound between the legs 
of her form-fitting slacks. "Come on, honey," he said, taking her hand to 
lead her toward the bedroom. 

Once inside, Ralph closed the ill-fitting door as best he could, wishing 
that he could lock it. I'd sure hate like hell to have the kid walk in on 
us, he thought. Then, he quickly reminded himself that the boy had just 
fallen asleep and the possibility of his awakening was most unlikely. This 
isn't the time to borrow trouble, he told himself, turning to the voluptuous 
girl. Not with a juicy, little cunt like this in store for me. 

"Let me take your clothes off " he begged, breathing heavily as his hands 
unbuttoned the teenager's blouse. More and more of the delectable, swollen 
mounds appeared as his fingers worked each successive buttonhole. At last, 
he undid the final button and opened the front of her blouse wide to expose 
the girl's mountainous, twin peaks of perfection. Ralph gasped and his prick 
sprang to life, pressing hotly against his trousers. 

"Do you like them, honey?" the girl asked in a sultry voice, letting the 
open, hanging blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor. 

Moaning, the man fell to his knees before her, his hands closing around the 
swollen hills of flesh topped with pink rosebuds. "Oh, baby," he croaked. 
"They're beautiful!" While his fingers squeezed the firm, white flesh, his 
hungry mouth sought her exquisite pastel nipples, sliding wetly from one to 
the other. The girl smiled, loving the feel of his warm, wet mouth. 

His head moved downward, pausing to let his eager tongue encircle the high 
slit of her navel before he reached down to unzip her slacks. His fingers 
grabbing the elastic of her underpants at the same time, he pulled and 
worked at the fabric until he had the girl's slacks and panties gathered 
around her ankles so that she was able to step out of them. 

Ralph Conway's swollen cock throbbed painfully as his lustful eyes devoured 
every tantalizing inch of the proud and naked body displayed before him. His 
glassy eyes slithered up the creaminess of the girl's firm, supple legs to 
dote on the fuzzy mound of auburn hair nestled between them. What a luscious 
looking cunt, he thought, licking his lips. And look at that flat, smooth 
tummy of hers. Not a mark on it. 

"Spread your legs, sweetheart," Ralph panted, his flushed face hovering over 
the bright-colored "V" between them. "Let me taste that pretty, little pussy 
of yours." He slid his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, 
making the girl tremble with delight. "Open up, honey," he urged, his voice 
gentle and persuasive. "You're going to like this a lot. It'll feel real 
good." 

How well she knew that! The girl obeyed eagerly, spreading her ivory legs 
far apart, her love-nest pulsating as it waited, the oils of her cuntal 
walls flowing expectantly. It felt so marvelous when Elmira tongued me down 
there, she recalled. She remembered how happy her fat girlfriend had looked 
when Potsy was eating her pussy and how desperately Bonnie Mae longed to 
trade places with her. Ever since she watched them that night, the 
red-haired babysitter ached for the feel of a masculine tongue licking the 
inside of her cunt, too. And now, Ralph Conway was going to satisfy her 
carnal desire. Mmmm, I'd much rather have a man do this to me, she thought, 
the bud of her clitoris poised and throbbing, than a clumsy teen-age boy. 
And Ralph, here, is good looking while Potsy looks like a bleached-out 
walrus. 

With trembling fingers, Ralph spread the downy lips of the teenager's vulva. 
Its tender, pink petals flowered, dewy with the nectar of her desire. As he 
lifted his face to her dripping pussy, the faint odor of her sexual juices 
pierced his nostrils and he breathed deeply, even more aroused by the smell 
of her youthful femininity. 

His tongue slid out to caress the tender membranes of her delicate inner 
folds and the girl gasped, sucking her stomach in as she felt its warm 
wetness. He stroked her gently, slowly, working his way across the entirety 
of her throbbing genitalia. His fingers massaged her downy, open lips as his 
tongue lapped up the syrup of her passion with deliciously swirling strokes. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh," the girl responded, her knees buckling slightly at this 
pleasurable sensation. "You're right. It does feel good!" 

Encouraged, the man's saliva-coated oral member found the leaking slit of 
her wanton vagina and darted upward, seeking its spongy, cavernous walls. He 
shoved his tongue as high as he could, his muscles aching with effort. Then, 
he withdrew it at a slower pace, flicking its pointed tip across the girl's 
inflamed, pulsating clitoris. Again and again, his agile tongue found the 
entrance to her dark tunnel to probe its inner depths. 

The lovely girl moaned, her pale thighs trembling. "Ohhhhh, it feels 
wonnderrfulllll," she sighed, her auburn hair trailing down her back as her 
head lolled backwards. Suddenly, Ralph's tongue gained momentum as it 
slithered uncontrollably in and out, flicking its wetness against the fire 
of her swollen clitoris before each new insertion. The girl's mouth 
slackened and she began to move her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm that 
matched every upward thrust of the deeply probing tongue. Faster and faster 
the wet tongue worked, licking away the milky juices cradled between the 
rippled layers of the teenager's inner cuntal walls. The girl's pelvis 
pumped faster, too, her excitement mounting. At last, the man's reptilian 
oral member carried her to the apex of sexual stimulation and she cried out 
with uncurbed passion, her erect clitoris fluttering beneath the pressure of 
the warmly wet tongue. 

"Didn't I tell you you'd like it, honey?" he asked, rising jerkily to his 
feet. His balls were churning like mad, now, and he had to have release! His 
fingers moving hastily, Ralph shed his clothing and led the naked girl to 
the bed, his swollen cockhead scarlet with lust. He lowered his nude body 
onto the bedspread and lay on his back with his distended penis looming like 
a giant mushroom as he jerked her wrist, pulling her alongside him. 

"Get on top of me," he panted. 

The girl obeyed his command, letting her round buttocks rest against his 
thighs as she straddled him. Admiring the man's great pole of flesh, she 
grasped it like the handle of a churn and began to pump up and down. Ralph 
moaned at the girl's touch, his huge shaft leaking profusely. Pre-coital 
fluid oozed from its gaping, throbbing tip to dribble downwards, running 
onto the fingers that manipulated it with such enthusiasm. 

His lascivious eyes sought the luscious rotundity of her twin hills of 
resilient femininity with their pink and pointed crests. He reached up to 
squeeze the firm flesh and tease the bright nipples, his breath coming in 
little gasps. Jesus, what gorgeous tits! he thought, his prick beating 
painfully as he played with the teenager's enormous young boobs. 

"Give me a suck!" he begged, opening his mouth. 

Bonnie Mae quickly abandoned his leaking penis to lower one of her huge, 
dangling tits into the man's eager, waiting mouth. 

"Ummmmmm," he moaned, closing his eyes as he sucked greedily. He pinched and 
twisted the swollen nipple of her other breast until it stuck out, stiff and 
hot with desire. 

Bonnie Mae's pussy was palpitating again and getting all juiced up in 
readiness for another thrilling penetration. Ralph's tongue had felt 
marvelous, but now she wanted more. I can't wait to feel his big, hard 
prick! she thought, letting her fingers slide down to her crotch. She teased 
the slick folds and crevices of her dripping cunt while thrilling to the 
persistent tugging of the man's mouth. He sucked noisily, wetly, mouthing as 
much tit as he could without gagging. This will be my first time with a man 
and not some fumbling teenager. Her masturbating fingers moved faster. I 
hope he fucks me good and hard! 

Ralph was reluctant to give up his savory mouthful of flesh but his aching 
blood-engorged cock was purple now, deeply veined, and excreting heavily. He 
longed to prolong his carnal pleasures, to keep nibbling and teasing the 
girl's delicious big tits and have her suck on his prick for a while, too. 
Mmmmm, he thought, picturing Bonnie Mae's auburn head bobbing up and down 
while he jammed his thick shaft into her warm, wet mouth. I bet those young 
and tender lips could really slither up and down my prick once I show her 
how. And I'll teach her how to use that tongue of hers, too! Ralph's swollen 
sacs were quivering with their turbulent load and his distended joint was 
throbbing painfully. I've got to fuck her! he thought, releasing the 
saliva-coated melon of flesh to let it bob and jiggle away. I have to fuck 
this kid right now! 

He reached up to grab her by the waist, guiding her back until her great, 
white ass hovered over his bubbling, bloated prickhead. The oozing tip of 
his slippery shaft explored the dripping folds of her pussy until it found 
the passion-soaked slit it was seeking. Then, pulling the teenager down, he 
thrust his pelvis upward, sending his massive erection into her cuntal 
opening. 

"Aghhhhh," the girl cried, her lovely features contorting in response to the 
combined pleasure and pain. Ralph had pictured this moment in his 
lust-filled mind countless times but it wasn't happening the way he had 
planned. The lecherous man meant to fuck the teenager slow and easy like, 
pausing frequently to sample her tits. He'd planned to hold back, to stop 
whenever he felt his passion rising but now that he was actually inside her 
tender little cunt, he couldn't help himself. 

The man hurled his hips in the air while he pulled the babysitter's body 
down hard. Grunting and gasping for air, her auburn mane awhirl, Bonnie Mae 
jerked up and down, her enormous tits undulating wildly. Her eyes closed and 
cheeks burning, the girl pretended that it was Nick LaRocco's swollen penis 
pounding into her again and again. Every inch of her sweating body felt as 
if it were aflame as the man beneath her fucked into her with savage force. 
The cruel, pistoning cock hurt but it was thrilling her, too. For her mind 
had transformed it into Nick's cock and she bucked up and down in wild 
abandon, riding him like a broncobuster. The great, merciless shaft of flesh 
pounded against the mouth of her cervix, sending hot bursts of masochistic 
pain coursing through her. 

Ralph was almost crazed with animal lust as he rammed the girl again and 
again. Whimpering incoherently, sweat ran down his legs and over his prickly 
balls to mingle with the juices of their passion that were already dampening 
the bedspread. His mouth was open and panting. Spittle leaked from the 
corner of his mouth to trickle down his chin as he battered the girl 
relentlessly. 

At last, his cruel poundings ceased as the man's burning, swollen prickhead 
erupted with volcanic force, sending the great spurts of liquid fire into 
the girl. Feeling the hot semen burst inside her, Bonnie Mae climaxed, her 
naked body convulsing. At last, she collapsed on top of him in an exhausted 
heap, letting their combined sexual juices ooze from her violated pussy onto 
the dacron bedspread. 

Now that Ralph Conway's lust had been temporarily satisfied, some of his 
sanity returned and he was anxious for the babysitter to leave. "We better 
get dressed," he told her, taking his spent and shriveled penis out of her 
vagina. "I'll see you home, then, honey. I wouldn't want Tracy to catch us 
together like this." 

* * * 

While Bonnie Mae slept, her pussy purring contentedly, she dreamed of Nick 
LaRocco. 

Ralph was still awake, however, just lifting the dacron bedspread from the 
automatic washer. He stuffed it into the dryer and turned the dial, setting 
the machine into motion. I'll have this looking good as new before Liz gets 
home, he thought, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. 

Little did Ralph Conway suspect that his attractive, blonde wife was going 
to enjoy a hell of a good fucking herself later that evening! 

Just as Liz was going off duty, Bill Evans finally showed up. "Well, hello 
at last," Liz greeted, joining him at his table. "I was beginning to think 
you'd forgotten all about tonight," she grinned, her voice teasing. 

His hand reached for hers as he gave her a slow smile. "You know better than 
that, baby. I thought tonight would never come." Liz smiled back. She could 
tell by his relaxed features and clear eyes that he had rested up for their 
date, too. She wondered if he had been picturing how it would be when they 
went to his motel room, how it would feel when their naked, eager bodies 
finally became one. 

"What would you like to do first, Liz?" he asked. "Go somewhere for a few 
drinks, then have a bite to eat? Just name it, doll face. I'll take you 
anywhere you want to go." 

"I've been carrying booze all night and right now, I'm sick of the smell of 
the stuff." Her voice grew husky as she gazed at him with lowered eyelids. 
"And it's not food I'm hungry for either, handsome." 

Swallowing, Bill Evans gave her hand a firm squeeze. "Then shall we go to my 
place, baby?" and the traveling salesman were in bed together, their nude 
and sweating bodies clasped together like human pretzels as their hips 
pumped furiously. 

"Harder, Bill!" Liz panted as his dripping, blood-engorged penis slammed in 
and out of her eager cunt like a thick, hammering bludgeon. Her slender legs 
curled around his waist and her fingernails dug into his back. "Mmmmmmmmph!" 
she grunted, lifting her pelvis to meet his demanding inward thrusts, the 
matted hairs of their dripping genitals rubbing together. Fuck me till I 
forget all about Ralph and that teenage slut of his! she thought, gasping 
for air. 

Minutes later, the platinum-haired housewife 

CHAPTER Eight 

The following Monday, Bonnie Mae and her nympho girlfriend stopped for Cokes 
and cigarettes at the local hangout after school. Elmira listened 
attentively as her red-headed girlfriend gave her all the juicy details of 
her private sex lesson with Ralph Conway. 

"Mmmmmm," the girl murmured, her cheeks mottled after she'd heard everything 
the man had done. "That old guy sounds like a super cocksman! I wonder what 
he's got planned for lesson number two?" She gave her friend an exaggerated 
pout. "Some people have all the luck. But if you ever get sick of that 
babysitting job, put in a good word for your pal here, huh?" She grinned. 
"And tell old Ralphy boy that I'm a real fast learner." 

Bonnie Mae was still chuckling over her friend's remark when she got off the 
bus and walked to her apartment building. Little Danny Gordon, the son of 
the young divorcee who lived upstairs, had his new roller skates on and he 
waved excitedly as the girl approached. 

"Hi, Bonnie Mae!" he called with a proud grin. "Look at me! Watch, Bonnie 
Mae! I can roller skate!" 

"Oh, be careful, Danny," the girl warned as he skated toward her, his cheeks 
flushed with triumph. The first-grader had been struggling for days to 
master his very first pair of roller skates. He glided up to Bonnie Mae, 
stopping himself abruptly by slamming the palms of his hands against the 
side of the building. "See?" he boasted, beaming. 

"Hey, that's real good, Danny," the girl praised. "I bet your mommy's proud 
of you, huh?" 

"Mommy ain't seen me skate yet," he told her, skating off to display more of 
his newly acquired skill. 

"Do you want me to go get her, honey?" Bonnie Mae asked. 

"She ain't home," the boy replied, skating faster and faster, his thin arms 
swinging back and forth. "Watch this!" he called over his shoulder. By 
looking backwards, the boy failed to see the raised section of sidewalk 
looming just ahead. The wheel of his skate caught when it hit the bump, 
sending the boy sprawling to the sidewalk. He fell forward hard, landing in 
a crumpled heap, his feet still while the wheels of his skate still spun 
furiously. 

"Danny!" Bonnie Mae cried, running to him. Nick LaRocco's red Riviera pulled 
alongside the curb at that moment but the girl was too busy with the injured 
child to notice. "Are you all right?" she asked, trying to help the sobbing 
boy to his feet. 

Nick LaRocco jumped from his car and ran over to them. "Hey, that was quite 
a spill you took, fella," he said, checking the boy over. Blood oozed from a 
cut on the boy's knee and his arms had some nasty scrapes. Despite his 
hiccupping sobs, however, little Danny Gordon did not seem to be badly hurt. 
"Hey, look at that," Nick teased, pointing to a large, jagged crack beside 
them. "You went and broke the sidewalk!" 

The boy's sobs gradually diminished as Nick and Bonnie Mae each removed a 
roller skate. Sniffling, the boy wiped his nose with the back of his hand 
and looked up at Nick. "Aw, I did not break it," he said, breaking into a 
grin. 

"But you did break your skin, Danny," Bonnie Mae said in a gentle voice. 
"Come on upstairs with me, honey, and I'll fix you all up good as new, 
okay?" 

The boy shrank back. "Ain't it gonna hurt ?" 

"Mmm, maybe just a little," she admitted. "But I bet it won't bother a big 
boy like you. I've got some neat band-aids to put on those cuts, too, 
Danny," she enticed. "Wait till all the kids see you all bandaged up, huh? 
And you can tell them how you didn't even cry." She gave him a wink. "Well, 
just a little maybe. But I won't tell if you won't!" 

"Okay," the boy agreed, his small chin jutting forward. 

"I think a brave, wounded soldier deserves to be carried up the stairs, 
don't you, Nick?" she asked. 

Nick looked at the lovely redhead with admiration, noting how skillfully she 
was handling the situation. "You bet!" Lifting the child with ease, the 
handsome Italian followed Bonnie Mae up the flight of stairs and waited for 
her to unlock the door of her apartment. 

Once inside, Nick watched as she cleaned the boy's wounds, her fingers 
gentle. Afterwards, she applied non-stinging antiseptic spray and made a big 
production of bandaging each little cut and scrape. "There!" she said, her 
hands resting on her rounded hips as she stood back to admire her handiwork. 
"I think that should do it, don't you, Nick?" 

The man was about to agree when a familiar melody tinkled in the air, 
drifting through the open window. "The ice-cream truck!" the boy cried, 
running to the window. 

Nick reached into his pocket for some loose change. "Here, champ," he said, 
offering the boy several coins. "Buy yourself a great big ice-cream cone. 
And treat your friends, too." 

"Gee, thanks!" the boy said, his eyes wide as he stared at the handful of 
coins that Nick had given him. He grabbed his roller skates on the way out 
and seconds later, they could hear him thundering noisily down the stairs. 
Nick laughed, his teeth breathtakingly white against his sun-darkened skin. 
"Well, he sure had a speedy recovery, didn't he?" 

Bonnie Mae laughed, too, as their eyes met across the room. Then, suddenly, 
their laughter died and the room became strangely silent. The air grew thick 
with tension as Nick kept staring at the voluptuous redhead, his dark eyes 
bright as they traveled across the swollen mounds beneath her tight 
pullover, lingering on the perky buds of her nipples. 

This little gal is really something, he thought, noting the sharp curve of 
her small waist, followed by the sensual flare of her full hips. Nick had a 
sudden vision of the lovely girl standing before him without her clothes. 
And he was naked, too. His prick hardened as he imagined how good it would 
feel to take the beautiful redhead in his arms, to let the downy softness of 
her pussy rub against his penis. Nick's cock mushroomed, throbbing against 
his work pants as he visualized the girl's proud tits mashed against his 
bare chest. Clenching and opening his strong fists, he gazed into her jade 
eyes, unable to walk away. He knew that he should tear his eyes away from 
the young babysitter's luscious body and get out of that apartment as fast 
as his legs would carry him, but he couldn't move. He was trapped, 
captivated by her beauty. He gazed into her jade eyes with nostrils flaring, 
his passionate longings reflected in every feature of his handsome face. 

Bonnie Mae returned the man's gaze as though hypnotized. Her heart pounded 
so hard that she heard a tremendous roaring in her ears. No man had ever 
affected her like this before. Her full lips parted as she breathed harder, 
the melonous mounds of flesh bulging from beneath the clinging fabric of her 
pullover, rising and falling with each breath she took. He's so handsome! 
she thought, her pulses racing. I feel hot all over just looking at him. Oh, 
God, how I want him! Her eyes were drawn with magnetic force to the growing 
bulge between Nick's muscular legs. Suddenly, her tremendous need 
overpowered the girl and she whimpered. 

Hearing her small cry, Nick opened his arms wide in silent invitation. 
Moaning, the lovely girl stumbled forward and fell into them. 

Their hands sought each other's bodies eagerly as their lips met in a long, 
passionate kiss. Bonnie Mae thrust her warm tongue into Nick's mouth and 
swirled it around slowly, maddeningly. Groaning, Nick's hand slid up under 
her pullover to caress the luscious ripeness of her tender, young breasts. 
The girl's body burst into flame at his touch and she let her lips trail 
down his neck, smothering him with little kisses as her hand sought the flap 
of his trousers. She opened the zipper, setting his superb, erect penis 
free. Sighing rapturously, she stroked him gently, tenderly, loving the feel 
of his wonderful hardness. 

Nick's body temperature skyrocketed at the touch of the girl's fingers and 
his aching penis throbbed with an intensity he'd never known before. 
Moaning, the passion-swept couple's knees buckled and they dropped to the 
floor. Nick tore at the girl's jeans, yanking them down over her legs and 
she assisted him, squirming and writhing to set herself free. Once she was 
naked from the waist down, she helped Nick with his trousers. Panting with 
eagerness, their hands worked together in frenzied harmony until Nick's 
soiled pants lay in a crumpled heap. 

Whimpering, he climbed on top of her and she opened her creamy thighs, 
tilting her hips so that his throbbing, dripping spearhead slid into her 
leaking cuntal opening. Legs intertwined, they swayed together, their locked 
bodies working as one. Their breathing grew ragged and labored as their 
passion quickly mounted. After just a few deep thrusts, Nick and Bonnie Mae 
reached the ultimate peak together. Shaken to the very depths of their 
being, the room seemed to shake and tremble, suddenly alive with blinding 
bursts of color. 

At last, their exhausted bodies grew still. "Oooooohhhhh, Nick!" the girl 
whispered, her voice filled with awe. She nestled against him, running her 
fingers along the firm muscles of his shoulders. Her body was aglow as never 
before, her heart fairly bursting with newfound joy. "Oh, Nick, Nick!" 
Burying her face against his chest, she began to weep softly. 

Nick stroked the girl's auburn hair with gentle, loving fingers. "Don't," he 
pleaded, longing to console her. "Please don't cry, honey." 

"I can't hel-help it," she said, trying to swallow her tears. "It's just 
that-that it was so beautiful, Nick. I never knew it could be like this!" 

"I know, baby," he said, his lips touching her shoulder. "Neither did I!" 

No one had ever held her like this, stroking her tenderly, and Bonnie Mae 
sighed and caressed him in return. Filled with the warmth of afterglow, she 
felt completely fulfilled, satisfied spiritually as well as physically. This 
is what the girl had been yearning for ... to have a man make love to her 
instead of merely using her body. Their lovemaking had been wild, 
uninhibited, and totally gratifying. For the first time, the lovely redhead 
felt cherished instead of used. She not only possessed a deep, burning 
passion for Nick, but she also felt something completely foreign to her 
before now. . . tenderness as well. Nick LaRocco was no longer just a 
handsome, young stud that she longed to seduce. Bonnie Mae was deeply in 
love with him. 

Nick fondled the girl's naked body, still shaken from the impact of their 
powerful lovemaking. The handsome Italian had sampled plenty of pussy over 
the years but he'd never felt like this afterwards. In the past, once he'd 
shot his load inside some broad, Nick grew restless. His mind strayed and 
he'd be eager to be on his way, already wondering about his next piece of 
ass. But not this time. For the first time in his life, Nick did not feel 
contempt for the cunt he'd just balled. Because to him, Bonnie Mae wasn't 
just another cunt. He remembered how maternal she'd been with little Danny 
Gordon and he had a sudden vision of the red-haired beauty holding his son 
in her arms. He held her close, feeling warm and protective toward the girl. 

When the shrill ring of the telephone pierced their euphoria, Bonnie Mae 
groaned, not moving. 

"Aren't you going to answer that, honey?" Nick asked after it had rung 
several times. The girl sighed, reluctant to leave the warmth of his arms. 
"I guess said, pulling away. Moving unhurriedly, she rose to pick up the 
receiver. "Hello," she answered in a dreamy voice. 

"Is this Bonnie Mae Owens?" a grating female voice inquired. 

"Who wants to know?" the girl replied. 

"This is Dr. Richard's nurse down at the medical center," the voice informed 
her crisply. "We have your mother here, young lady, and I'm afraid she's had 
a little accident." 

Bonnie Mae sucked in her breath. "Accident?" she echoed in a thin voice. 
Nick sat up, looking at her with concern. 

"Now, now! We mustn't get upset. Dr. Richards had X-rays taken and nothing 
is broken." 

"But what happened?" 

"Your mother took a bit of a tumble at the bottom of the staircase leading 
down to the lab. She's rather shaken, of course. And she did wrench her back 
and sprain her ankle. I'm afraid she'll have to take it easy and stay off 
her feet for several days." 

"Where is she now?" 

"Right here, young lady. Dr. Richards wants me to send her home in a taxi 
and we're lending her a wheel chair. Now! Is there someone you can turn to 
for help, my dear? A neighbor or friend, perhaps? I understand you live on 
the second floor and there's no elevator. Your mother will have to be 
carried up the stairs and someone will have to help you with the wheel 
chair, too. It is lightweight and collapsible, though." 

Bonnie Mae looked at Nick. "Yes, I have someone to help me with my mother." 

"Fine," the crisp voice replied, sounding pleased. "Then, we'll call a taxi 
and send her right home. Dr. Richards has written instructions for you, and 
there's a prescription to be filled. To relieve your mother's pain." 

Bonnie Mae relayed the news to Nick as soon as she hung up the phone. They 
dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to wait for the taxi. When the car 
pulled up, the teenage girl ran over to it. "Nick LaRocco's going to help 
us, Mother," she told the gray-haired woman slumped in the back seat. 

Ada Owens nodded tiredly, her lined face pinched. 

While the cabbie struggled with the wheel chair, Nick and Bonnie Mae 
assisted the girl's mother. Each taking a thin arm, they helped her out of 
the taxi. "Are you in much pain, Mother?" the girl asked, seeing her wince. 

"It's my back," she gasped as she tried to stand on one foot. "It hurts 
worse than my ankle." 

"Here, lean on me a minute," Bonnie Mae advised, noting her bound and 
swollen ankle. "Then Nick will carry you up the stairs." 

"You want I should take the wheel chair up for you?" the cabbie asked in a 
monotone. 

"Just carry it into the entranceway," Nick told him, lifting the frail woman 
easily. "I can take it from there." 

Bonnie Mae hated to leave her pain-riddled mother that evening but the woman 
insisted that she go to her babysitting job as usual. "I'm just going to lay 
in bed now, anyway," she told the girl in a weary voice. "You can bring in 
the portable television, though, and turn it on low for me, okay?" 

"But what if you have to go to the toilet, Mother?" the girl asked with a 
worried frown. 

"Go ask Mrs. Cusack if I can borrow her bedpan," the woman instructed, 
resting the back of her hand on her forehead. "You can leave it here on the 
bed for me, Bonnie Mae. If I have to go, I'll use that." 

Bonnie Mae left for the Conways as usual but she hated to go for another 
reason, too. Now that she and Nick had been together, now that she knew she 
loved him, she was no longer interested in her employer's sexual advances. 

At least, I know he won't bother me tonight, she thought as she headed for 
their old frame house. Ralph said he had to catch up on all the appointments 
he broke last Friday. By the time he gets home, he should be tired. And I'll 
tell him about Mother's accident, how I have to get right home. 

When Ralph Conway returned that night, Bonnie Mae met him at the door, 
trying to sound worried as she explained why she had to get right home to 
her mother. As the man walked her back to her building, he tried to set up a 
new date. "There's no point in my cutting out early because Tracy would 
still be up." He looked perturbed. "Your mother should be better by the end 
of the week, honey. How about Thursday night?" Bonnie Mae was trying to 
think of an excuse when Ralph snapped his fingers. "Goddamn! That's out, 
too. Some of the guys are coming over and one is bringing his latest stag 
film." He gave her a lecherous grin. "You could learn plenty from one of 
those, Bonnie Mae." 

"Oh, well, my period is due Thursday, anyway," she lied. "And it lasts a 
whole week. I get horrible cramps, too, so you'll have to count me out for a 
while, I guess." 

He looked disappointed. "You mean Friday night's no good, either?" 

The girl shook her auburn head. "God, no. I'll be gushing all over the place 
by then." 

Shit! the man thought to himself as the babysitter entered her building. 
I'll really be worked up after that stag film. I was hoping to blow off some 
steam inside that sweet little cunt of hers. Then he remembered a certain 
sex-starved brunette who should be all worked up about then, too. Turning, 
he stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked back home. 
Tomorrow morning, he'd make a phone call and set himself up a hungry piece 
of ass for Friday night after all. He'd call that strong-legged spitfire who 
could really fuck . . . Paula Grenshaw! 

CHAPTER Nine 

Nick and Bonnie Mae met in the hallway the following night as the girl was 
leaving for her babysitting job. "When can I see you again, baby?" he asked, 
his voice thick with need as he pressed his body next to hers. "I can't stop 
thinking about yesterday and how good it was between us." 

Thrilling to the warmth of his firm, muscular body, she strained closer, 
running her hands along his broad back. "Oh, Nick, I want you, too! But I 
can't get away!" 

Old Mrs. Cusack's door creaked open just then and the couple jerked apart. 
"Evenin', Bonnie Mae," the ancient woman greeted, working her way toward 
them with small, shuffling steps. She nodded to Nick. "How's your mama 
doing, dearie? Is the pain dying down any?" 

"A little, Mrs. Cusack," the girl replied. "And the pills help, too." 

The shriveled woman clucked in approval. "Well, you just make sure you look 
after your mama now, you hear? Don't forget how she's been looking after you 
all your life. Keep soaking her ankle like you been. And giving her them 
back-rubs." She sighed, heaving her narrow shoulders. "It ain't no fun 
falling down when you're past sixty, dearie. Your body gets so tired. Tired 
and worn out, you know? And a tired old body . . . well, it just don't heal 
so fast no more." 

Bonnie Mae smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Mrs. Cusack," she assured 
her. "I'll take good care of her." 

Clucking her tongue in approval, the bony old woman shuffled slowly down the 
hall toward the stairway, a shopping bag clutched in one hand. 

Once the old woman was out of earshot, Bonnie quickly told Nick how things 
were. How she had to hurry right home from school to bathe her mother's 
ankle, clean up, and empty the bedpan. "I help her to and from the toilet 
whenever I'm home but she has to use the bedpan whenever I'm gone." She went 
on to say how she had to bathe her mother, cook supper, and give her 
back-rubs as well. "But I want to see you, Nick" she concluded, reaching up 
to touch his handsome face. "I'll try to think of something, some way we can 
sneak some time together." 

* * * 

Ralph Conway supplied the answer to her problem. "Well, kid, I had to find 
myself someone else for this Friday night," he couldn't resist boasting as 
he walked her home. "Too bad you'll have your curse then, because I'm sure I 
can give you a real good lesson after I see that stag film. From what I 
hear, it's supposed to be terrific." His lascivious eyes stared at her 
bouncing tits and he longed to reach out and have himself a good squeeze but 
he didn't dare. Not here on the street. 

"You mean you'll be out late Friday night?" the babysitter asked. When the 
man nodded in agreement, she forced herself to appear concerned, when 
actually Bonnie Mae was jubilant. She could tell Nick to come to the Conway 
house Friday as soon as Tracy was sleeping. And fuck! "Oh, well, I guess 
it'll be all right," she said, sighing heavily as they walked along. "Mother 
will just have to get by without me for once." 

The voluptuous teenage girl could hardly wait for each day to pass. She 
told- Nick about Friday night the following day and he agreed to be at the 
Conway house about nine-thirty. Bonnie Mae came straight home from school, 
without fail, all that week to wait on her ailing mother. By Friday 
afternoon, Ada Owens' condition had improved to such a degree that the 
gray-haired woman could manage to get in and out of the wheel chair 
unassisted, relieving her daughter of the unpleasant task of cleaning a 
soiled bedpan. The lovely redhead forsake all her friends to devote herself 
to caring for her mother. Even though the girl knew, deep down inside, that 
it was a losing battle, she still sought to win her mother's love. 

Ada, however, resented the girl even more since her accident. If it hadn't 
been for Bonnie Mae, she brooded while her aching body slowly healed, I'd 
never have fallen down those stairs. I wouldn't have to go to work in a 
medical center every day if I didn't have to worry about taking care of her! 
I'd be down in Florida with Clara. 

* * * 

Liz Conway replaced the phone in its cradle, waited a few seconds, then 
lifted the receiver again to dial Stella's number. So my dear husband is 
working late tonight, huh ? she thought, smirking as she waited for her 
friend to answer. Like hell he is! But he's probably working his big cock 
into a lather right now, drooling over that big-titted kid he's going to 
ball tonight. Well, I'll show him. And her, too. Dear old Ralph and that 
precocious redheaded whore are going to get the shock of their life when I 
sneak up behind their naked asses with my camera and the flash cube pops 
right in their fucking faces! 

"Stella?" she greeted when her friend finally answered her ring. "Liz here. 
Just want to tell you the big news. Tonight's the night! Ralph just called 
to say he'll be late tonight. And you know what that means, Stella." 

"You bet his cheating prick I do. That's the signal to the babysitter that 
he'll be back to screw her after the kid's asleep. Well, you can count on 
old Stella, luv. I'll be only too happy to fill in for you at the club as 
soon as I finish my shift. I want to see you nail the dirty bum, too!" 

* * * 

Tracy Conway kept complaining of a tummy ache and Bonnie Mae had difficulty 
getting the boy settled down for the night. I don't think his stomach really 
hurts at all, she thought, once she finally tucked him in. I think he just 
wants attention. But the curvaceous teenager was in no mood to sit and read 
stories tonight. She'd been dreaming of this night all week, and every cell 
in her body ached with desire for the man she loved, Nick LaRocco. 

He should be here any minute, now, she realized as she returned to the 
living room and glanced at the clock. She'd taken a bath before she left 
home, dusting her entire body with talcum powder and cologne, paying special 
attention to the deep cleavage of her large breasts, the crease between her 
rounded buttocks, and the inside of her smooth, creamy thighs. Her lovely 
auburn hair had been brushed until it shone, dancing with highlights. Her 
face was flushed with excitement and her jade eyes flickered with the fires 
of passion. 

The girl moved to the foyer to check her reflection in the oval mirror. She 
hoped that Nick would be pleased with her. She was wearing a most flattering 
slack set of green denim that accented the color of her eyes. I hope Nick 
likes my new outfit, she thought, gazing at her reflected image. Then she 
smiled. But not too much! she told herself. Because I don't want to be 
wearing it for long! 

When she heard his knock at the back door a few minutes later, the girl's 
heart fluttered like a captive bird. He's here! she exulted, running to 
greet him. Bonnie Mae took one look at Nick in his red shirt and gray flared 
pants and gasped. Even in his soiled and sweaty work clothes, he made her 
heart beat faster. The sight of him dressed like this almost took her breath 
away. 

"Oh, Nick," she whispered, melting against him. 

"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, brushing his lips against her clean hair. "You smell 
every bit as delicious as you look." He lifted his head, his dark eyes wary. 
"Is the kid asleep?" he asked, his voice low. 

The girl nodded. "I had a time with him tonight. He fussed a little bit but 
I finally got him to bed about half an hour ago. And I haven't heard a peep 
out of him since." 

"Is his door locked?" Nick wanted to know. 

The lovely redhead chuckled. "The doors in this old dump don't even close 
all the way much less lock. You know these old houses." 

Nick looked worried. "You better double check then, and make sure he's 
sleeping. I'd hate like hell to have the kid walk in on us." 

Bonnie Mae did as he asked, opening the boy's bedroom door slowly, trying 
not to let the hinges squeak. Seeing a still figure lying under the covers 
with eyes closed, she smiled and shut the door as quietly as she could. 

"He's out like a light," she told him, emerging from the darkened corridor 
leading from his room to rejoin him in the living room. "Sometimes he likes 
to stay up a little longer than he should, but once his head finally hits 
that pillow, Tracy doesn't wake up again unless there's a big commotion 
outside or something." 

Nick grinned and held out his arms. "Well, we're going to have a big 
commotion inside," he teased. "But we'll have to hold it down to a safe 
noise level, okay, baby?" 

Bonnie Mae fell into his open arms and their hot lips and hands began to 
explore each other's throbbing bodies with relish, their breathing heavy and 
labored. "Take your clothes off, baby," Nick croaked, his voice hoarse with 
passion. "I want to watch while you make yourself naked for me." 

He stepped backwards, his mushrooming prick throbbing its urgent need by 
pressing against his pants. He wanted the girl with such intensity that his 
huge cock was dripping, staining his slacks, and his testicles felt so tight 
they could burst, but first he wanted to see her naked. 

Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the big-breasted teenager and watched her 
wiggle her rounded ass for him, he'd dreamed of what she would look like 
without clothes. And now, his dream would come true. He wanted to see her 
standing before him exactly as she had countless times in his fevered 
imagination, with her full lips parted and her eyes burning with desire for 
him. He longed to see those bulging twin mounds of flesh that had set his 
prick aflame so many times, as they teased him from beneath a clinging 
sweater, unveiled. To see the pointed tips of her swollen, beckoning nipples 
exposed at last. 

The voluptuous girl undid her green denim shirt slowly, gazing at the 
handsome Italian through thick-lidded eyes as one by one, she pulled open 
each metal snap. Reaching for the open flaps of her shirt, she did a slow 
pirouette, turning her back to him as she let the jacket slide from her 
smooth, ivory shoulders and drop to the floor. Smiling at him sensuously 
from over her shoulder, her long auburn hair trailing down her back, she 
unzipped her fly and wriggled her full hips, easing her denim jeans downward 
with lazy fingers. She swayed her hips from side to side as the pants slid 
down with agonizing slowness. At last, Nick could see the deep crevice of 
her smooth, white buttocks and his swollen sacs felt even tighter. The pants 
finally dropped to the carpet, exposing the entirety of her round, 
unblemished behind and the snowy whiteness of the backs of her legs. 

Then, the girl turned and Nick sucked in his breath. She was magnificent! 
Her naked body was far superior to anything he had ever imagined. Her 
exquisite breasts loomed proudly, their luscious nipples like delicate 
rosebuds. His eyes traveled down across the smoothness of her creamy torso 
to the velvet auburn triangle nestled between her legs. 

"Oh, baby," he whispered, his voice ragged. "You're gorgeous!" 

"Let me undress you," she gasped, coming toward him in naked splendor. When 
Nick felt the girl tug at his clothing, he panted, his swollen penis beating 
against his trousers. The girl slid his shirt from his shoulders and he 
trembled at the touch of her fingers against his bare skin. The shirt fell 
to the rug and Bonnie Mae worked at his trousers. 

With urgent, determined fingers, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down 
over his muscular legs, then reached up once again to lower his shorts. As 
they dropped around his ankles, the girl gasped at the great shaft of flesh 
that lunged out at her like a mighty spearhead. She took his swollen, 
dripping prickhead in her hands and dropped to her knees, moaning as she 
opened her mouth hungrily, her eyes thick-lidded and glazed as she let her 
lips close around the impressive width of his mighty pole of manhood. 

Nick groaned at the feel of the wonderful wetness of her warm mouth sliding 
back and forth over his burning prickhead. He bent his knees and tilted his 
pelvis so that she could get at him more easily. When she began to suck on 
him, drinking up his pre-coital secretions, he moved his hips back and 
forth, sliding his slippery cock further and further into her wet mouth. 
Bonnie Mae stroked the firmness of his widespread thighs as she sucked, 
making his legs tremble. Never had a mouth felt so good! Still, he fucked in 
and out of her spongy oral cavity slowly, cautiously, for he did not want to 
ejaculate prematurely. Not in her mouth. Nick wanted to shoot his wad in a 
very special place! 

As the lovely redhead lapped up more of his stickiness, Nick knew he would 
have to pace himself very carefully. For his balls were quivering under the 
pressure of their vast storehouse of semen. The turbulent load that he would 
soon deposit deep within a special, untouched passageway between the girl's 
buttocks. Nick would fuck her cuntal opening first . . . just until the girl 
climaxed. Then he knew he would be compelled to submit to a more urgent 
need. He ached to shove his big, slippery cock deep within still another 
opening, one he felt certain no other prick had yet violated. He longed to 
possess Bonnie Mae as no other had possessed her before him. 

As the handsome Italian worked his hips, sliding his penis in and out of the 
sprawled and naked girl's eager mouth, he surrendered himself completely to 
her magnificent suckings. Neither Nick nor Bonnie Mae was aware that they 
were no longer alone. They had failed to hear the child's bare feet pad 
noiselessly down the carpeted hallway leading from his bedroom. And they 
were thoroughly oblivious to the presence of the small figure hiding in the 
darkened shadows of the corridor. 

Little Tracy Conway did not understand what it was that he was witnessing. 
But he sensed, with a child's natural intuitiveness, that he should not be 
standing there watching. Something told him that what was happening before 
his excited eyes was wrong for him to see. It was something that grownups 
did in secret, something he'd heard whispers about but did not yet 
comprehend. 

As he watched the babysitter he so adored suck the dark-haired stranger's 
penis, his cheeks grew flushed and his face felt hot. A strange, tingling 
sensation spread across his groin and he touched himself where he knew he 
shouldn't. But it felt so good he couldn't stop. As he continued to watch, 
wide-eyed and fascinated, his fingers toyed with the sensitive tip of his 
small, excited penis. 

* * * 

Liz Conway sat at the counter of the all-night diner chain-smoking, letting 
her cup of coffee grow cold. Her eyes kept darting nervously to the large 
electric clock on the wall above her. I've got to give Ralph enough time, 
she reminded herself. I have to be certain that Tracy's asleep, that Ralph 
and that kid are going at it full blast before I make my move. It only takes 
ten minutes to drive home from here, so don't rush things, gal, she thought. 
Play this scene cool or you'll blow the whole thing. When the hands of the 
clock showed five after ten, Liz figured she'd given her cheating, lecherous 
husband just about enough rope. Her loaded camera was waiting for her in the 
glove compartment of her car. 

Suddenly, something told the platinum-haired housewife that the time had 
come for her to act. That she was about to witness a hanging. She crushed 
her cigarette in the ashtray, left some coins on the counter and, moving 
abruptly, rose from the stool. 

It was still spinning long after she pushed her way through the swinging 
door and headed for her parked car. 

CHAPTER Ten 

Ralph Conway ordered another drink, his fingers drumming the polished 
surface of the bar as he waited impatiently. Paula Grenshaw was late. The 
well-stacked brunette should have been here half an hour ago and Ralph was 
getting worried. It wasn't like the sex-starved housewife to play hard to 
get. When Ralph had phoned, asking her to meet him here tonight, Paula had 
accepted with unabashed eagerness. 

"Arthur the Punyprick is out of town," she'd told him, her voice thick with 
the contempt she felt for her sexually inadequate husband. "He's away on 
some business trip and won't be back till late Saturday so we can really 
live it up, handsome." The two infidels agreed to meet at an out-of-the-way 
cocktail lounge Friday evening, then make the rounds of a few night spots 
before going off to a motel together. 

After that lusty stag film Ralph had viewed the night before, he was as 
eager to spread the brunette's muscular legs as she was to open them. I'll 
really give her hungry pussy a night to remember, he thought as the 
bartender brought his drink. I'll fuck her frontwards, backwards, arid 
sideways, he mused, lifting his glass. By the time I get through with her, 
she'll be as sore as that whore in the stag film must have been after the 
workover she got! As Ralph thought about the many lewd acts he'd witnessed 
in last night's pornographic movie, he grew even more impatient for the 
dark-haired housewife to arrive. 

He looked at his watch, downed the rest of his drink in a few quick gulps, 
and headed for the phone booth. He dialed Paula's number hoping that it 
would go unanswered, indicating that she was already on her way. Ralph's 
hopes were dashed at the sound of the receiver being lifted at the other 
end. And he uttered a silent curse when he heard the voice that answered. 
For he recognized it as that of Arthur Grenshaw! 

The man repeated his hello, his voice annoyed by the lack of response. 
Ralph, however, said nothing. He merely replaced the telephone in its cradle 
and slumped against the wall of the phone booth. He wasn't going to get to 
screw Paula tonight, after all. It was obvious that her husband had come 
home sooner than expected and the sex-starved brunette wouldn't be able to 
keep her date. 

"Shit!" Ralph muttered under his breath. "I could almost feel that eager 
cunt of hers already!" Note what? he wondered, his balls aching for release. 
Liz is at work and Bonnie Mae's pussy is all bloodied up. And I can't stand 
a clot-filled cunt. But when he pictured the voluptuous teenager in his 
sexually stimulated mind, the gray-eyed man remembered her sensual mouth and 
he smiled. 

Guess I'll head for home after all, he decided, opening the door of the 
telephone booth. And give Bonnie Mae lesson number two. His prick hardened 
as he left the cocktail lounge to cross the darkened parking lot to his car. 
For he ached for the feel of the babysitter's mouth sliding wetly across his 
penis. The subject for tonight will be How To Suck A Cock, he decided, 
grinning as he unlocked his car door and slid behind the wheel. I can still 
have myself a mouthful of those gorgeous young tits, he thought as he pulled 
away. After I've sucked away to my heart's content, I'll settle for a damn 
good blow job! 

* * * 

Little Tracy Conway continued to peer in secret from the hidden shadows of 
the corridor as the babysitter's mouth devoured the whimpering stranger's 
bloated cockhead. The excited boy's fingers sought the tip of his own 
throbbing penis with greater urgency as he listened to the sounds of the 
girl's suckings and watched her huge, dangling tits swing back and forth as 
she knelt before the naked man's split thighs. 

Nick LaRocco moaned with ecstasy, letting himself glory to the very last 
warm suck of the lovely redhead's tightly ovaled mouth before he quickly 
withdrew his pulsating prick. An expert at timing his ejaculations, Nick 
knew that the moment had come for him to pause, to let his fiery, bubbling 
prick cool a while. The girl's open mouth still sought the pleasure which 
was so unexpectedly denied it but Nick knelt down and kissed her, offering 
his tongue instead. 

Embracing each other, they dropped to the carpet locked in a long, 
passionate kiss. Nick rolled his tongue around, tasting the pungency of his 
own pre-coital juices coating the inside of her warm mouth. Bonnie Mae 
sighed, straining against him so that the hard points of her swollen nipples 
stabbed his bare chest like hot needle heads. As the handsome Italian's 
mouth left hers to leave a trail of feverish kisses down the side of her 
face, the lovely young girl moaned and lifted her pelvis hungrily. It felt 
so wonderful to be loved like this, to be held and kissed. 

Nick's eager mouth continued its ardent journey, nipping at her throat, 
shoulders and breasts. Bonnie Mae arched her back, offering him the fiery 
tips of her swollen mounds of flesh. Nick's hot lips found first one nipple, 
then the other, darting back and forth as he sucked eagerly. Groaning with 
desire, the girl felt her entire pelvic area grow hot with need and she 
spread her ivory legs wide. She lifted her auburn pussy so that it rubbed 
pleadingly against the distended, dripping cock that it longed to grasp. The 
lips of her vulva opened and the ambrosial petals flowering within were wet, 
coated with the nectar of her passion. Her throbbing, aching coral niche 
glistened with the milkiness of her need and the bright red bud of her 
clitoris stood waiting and expectant, throbbing with anticipation. 

"Oh, Nick!" she gasped, straining against him hard. "Fuck me! Please! Fuck 
me now!" 

His small chest rising and falling with each excited breath he took, Tracy's 
fingers sought the moist glans of his tiny prickhead as he watched the 
dark-haired, sweating stranger mount the naked babysitter and slide his 
gigantic penis into some secret place between her widespread legs. It must 
be a wonderful place, the boy thought, his heart pounding as his round, 
fascinated eyes observed the obvious pleasure on the man's face as he fucked 
in and out. It must feel good, he thought. Even better than my fingers. 

And she likes it, too, he realized, his penis throbbing as he watched the 
young babysitter's reaction. Bonnie Mae's head rolled back and forth on the 
carpet and she lifted her hips higher and higher into the air, gyrating 
wildly as she greeted each inward thrust of the magnificent pole of flesh 
penetrating her dripping, pulsating pussy. 

"OOOOHHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOOD," she moaned, gasping for breath. "OH, NICK! 
MMMMMMMMMPH! DEEPER! HARDER! MMMMMMMPH!" 

Nick obeyed, battering her with all his strength. Tracy saw how the man's 
testicles swung back and forth, slapping against the girl's wildly pumping 
pussy as he continued to fuck. And the boy wished that it was his thing 
sliding in and out of that secret place somewhere between the babysitter's 
open legs, that she was crying out for him. to fuck her deeper and harder, 
that his balls were banging against her pussy. And his labored breathing 
grew louder and his tiny glans felt sticky to his touch. 

Then, Tracy got scared, for the babysitter he idolized seemed to be having 
some kind of fit or something. She cried out and arched her back. After 
that, he saw her entire body convulse and jerk while her eyes rolled 
backwards. The small boy stood motionless, hidden in the dark of the 
corridor, his masturbating fingers idle until Bonnie Mae's body stopped its 
terrible jerking. When he saw her smile and heard her groan with pleasure, 
his fingers began to move, toying with his penis once again. And the boy 
pretended that he had made Bonnie Mae feel good like that instead of the 
dark-eyed stranger. That it was his thing, not the man's, that was buried 
deep, deep somewhere inside her warm and naked body. 

"Oh, Nick," she sighed, stroking his shoulders. "That was wonderful. Oh, 
thank you, darling." She moaned happily as she felt him suck her breast, 
then give her nipples a gentle bite. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," she told him, 
turning so that he could suck and bite the other one as well. Her entire 
body was alive and tingling, her cuntal walls soaked with the lather of her 
sexual joy. Nick's warm penis was still deep within her, and as she felt his 
magnificent hugeness, Bonnie Mae realized that he hadn't yet shot his load. 
So she began to move her pelvis again, rotating it in little circles, 
thrilling to the incredible vastness of the swollen cock that was filling 
her saturated pussy to capacity. "It's your turn now, Nick," she whispered 
as she continued her rhythmic fucking. 

The girl's jade eyes widened in surprise when she felt Nick's distended 
spearhead suddenly vacate her vagina. "Turn over, honey," he whispered in a 
shaky voice, his dark eyes burning with a need that had to be met. Bonnie 
Mae longed to give the man she loved the same joy he had given her so she 
quickly obeyed, rising on all fours. 

Little Tracy, still spying from his concealed hiding place, gasped at the 
sight of the babysitter's rounded white buttocks rising in the air, at the 
brightness of the oozing cuntal membranes that were exposed when she spread 
her legs for the man crouched and waiting behind her. The boy could see 
Bonnie Mae's big tits dangling, their rosy nipples pointing at the carpet, 
and he licked his lips, wondering how it would feel to suck on them like the 
man had done. Maybe they taste good like lollipops, he speculated. 

The lovely teenager sighed as she felt Nick's mighty pole of flesh rubbing 
against the sponginess of her vaginal walls once again. She spread her legs 
further and pumped backwards, offering him more of her syrupy pussy. She 
closed her eyes as her voluptuous, naked body worked back and forth, her 
enormous breasts undulating as she balanced herself on her hands and knees. 

Nick's swollen, lust-thickened prick slid in and out with carefully measured 
strokes for the man was timing himself perfectly. Unaware of what was to 
come, the girl relaxed, letting her hips work in harmony with those nestled 
against her buttocks. Skillfully, without losing a single stroke in the 
steady rhythm of their finely attuned bodies, Nick completely withdrew his 
slippery cock from the redhead's oozing cuntal opening and tightened his 
grip on her hips. When her pumping behind came towards him again, the man 
inserted his huge, dripping prickhead into the pink and unsuspecting opening 
directly between the girl's smooth, spreading buttocks. 

Bonnie Mae uttered a sharp cry of protest and her entire body stiffened as 
her anus puckered violently. "OH, GOD!" she gasped as this previously 
unviolated passageway was forced to stretch wide in order to accommodate its 
vast, determined invader. Sharp pains shot through the girl's rectum as 
Nick's great phallic length continued to burrow. "IT HURTS!" she cried, 
clenching her buttocks tightly. But Nick's hands held her firmly in place. 

Little Tracy's eyes widened and his heartbeat matched that of a frightened 
rabbit. The sweating stranger was doing something to Bonnie Mae that she 
didn't like, yet, for some strange reason, it excited him to watch her 
squirm and cry out as the man continued to hurt her. Whatever he was doing, 
Tracy could tell that the man was enjoying himself. Sweat rolled down his 
face and along the ridges of his spinal column, trickling down into the 
hairy recess of his behind. His dark eyes glittered and his muscles bulged 
as he held the babysitter firmly in place. He thrust his hips forward 
mercilessly until his enviable penis disappeared somewhere inside her. 

As the boy listened to the man's grunts of pleasure, his jaw grew slack and 
he tugged harder at his small but throbbing penis, trying to feel some of 
the strange, mysterious sensations that the man must be feeling, knowing, 
somehow, that whatever the stranger was doing to Bonnie Mae felt far better 
than whatever his fingers could do. 

"Relax, honey," Nick whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke the girl's 
vulva. As his searching fingers slithered across the wetness of her cuntal 
membranes, Bonnie Mae gasped again . . . this time with pleasure. When Nick 
found the hot bud of her clitoris, he stroked and pinched it until it began 
to swell and tingle. Gradually, Bonnie Mae's tense body began to relax and 
her hips began to move once again. Nick's middle finger slid up into her 
saturated vaginal opening and he began to slide it in and out, pressing 
against the thin connective tissue between her vagina and rectum. As Nick's 
middle finger penetrated the girl's soaked vagina, he continued to fuck her 
asshole with his prick while his forefinger plucked away at her fiery 
clitoris. 

Bonnie Mae's rectum was no longer indignant. It relaxed, stretching to 
welcome its determined conqueror. Never before had the girl felt so totally 
possessed by a man. Her entire body was aflame and she began to pump 
backwards so Nick's big cock could penetrate her asshole even further. Her 
cunt was saturated with the juices of her passion, now, and it trickled down 
the paleness of her inner thighs. She felt as if she'd burst with sexual 
excitement for never in her life had she been so thoroughly and 
magnificently fucked. Nick was infiltrating her splendidly, masterfully, and 
she surrendered herself in total submission. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, lifting 
her buttocks higher to claim more of his burrowing length. 

Nick thrilled to the knowledge that he had conquered Bonnie Mae completely. 
He, alone, had claimed her as no other man had done before him. His cock had 
penetrated her virginal rectum and the girl had enjoyed her introduction to 
this diverse sexual act as much as he! The sense of power surging through 
his veins intoxicated Nick and his passion mounted. The exquisite tightness 
of the girl's dilated rectal opening grasping his great, pistoning shaft of 
flesh brought him to the epitome of sexual stimulation. With one final 
triumphant thrust, Nick's handsome face contorted and he cried out in wild 
abandon as his hot semen exploded within the lovely teenager's stretched 
rectum. It splattered against the tender walls of her inner passageway in 
torrid bursts. Feeling the volcanic eruption deep inside her, Bonnie Mae 
joined Nick at the peak of sexual excitement for she climaxed once again. 
United and orgiastic, the naked pair bucked and jerked as ripple after 
ripple of erotic pleasure coursed through their sweating bodies. 

It was then, while caught in the ultimate throes of their passion, that a 
flash cube exploded somewhere behind them! Bonnie Mae gasped, too stunned to 
speak. Nick withdrew his dripping cock from her asshole and whirled around, 
cursing. 

Tracy's eyes widened in recognition as he recovered from his temporary 
blindness caused by the sudden glare of the bright cube. When he saw the 
familiar figure behind the poised camera, he retreated further into the 
shadows, his heart hammering. The boy stood backed against the wall, unable 
to move. He knew that there was going to be trouble and he was scared. The 
babysitter and that man were doing something wrong and he was bad, too, for 
watching them like this. I mustn't get caught! he realized. But his bare 
feet seemed rooted to the carpet and he remained trapped and unnoticed in 
the dark of the corridor. 

Nick turned to face the platinum-haired woman with the camera, his face 
twisted with fury. 

Liz Conway gasped, staring at the naked man with the enormous penis with an 
incredulous look on her face. It's not Ralph! she realized, her jaw slack. 
As Nick lunged forward, his dark eyes blazing, Liz's throat tightened with 
fear. What's he going to do? What the hell have I got myself into? she 
wondered, backing off. "Who-who are you?" she croaked. 

"Never mind who I am!" Nick replied in a thunderous voice, his face just 
inches from her. "Who the hell are you? And what's with the fucking camera?" 

"It's Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae told him, regaining her senses. The teenager 
scrambled for the clothes she had dropped when she'd stripped for Nick and 
dressed hurriedly. Her fingers trembled as she jerked her arms through her 
green shirt. Jesus, what's going to happen now? she asked herself, wriggling 
into her denim pants. I don't give a shit about this job anymore but I sure 
as hell don't want to get Nick into trouble. 

Nick grabbed the camera from the stunned woman, ripped open the case to tear 
out the film, and threw the camera on the floor. "That's what I think of 
your photography!" he told her, his face ominous. 

The sound of the camera crashing to the floor sent the blood coursing 
through little Tracy's veins once again and he was able to move at last. His 
heart in his mouth, he scurried noiselessly down the dark, carpeted corridor 
to his bedroom. The frightened boy closed the door behind him and jumped 
into bed. He lay huddled and whimpering with the covers pulled over his head 
as he listened to the angry voices from the living room. 

"You b-better get out of here," Liz told him in a tremulous voice. Her 
tongue felt thick and her pulses were racing but she tried not to show it. 
"I don't know who you are," she went on, trying to keep her voice level, 
"but this is my house and if you don't get out right now, I'll call the 
police!" 

That was the wrong thing to say. Nick grabbed her slender arm and the woman 
grew pale with fright as his livid face loomed even closer. "I wouldn't do 
that if I was you," he threatened through clenched teeth. "It wouldn't be 
smart, lady. Because I wouldn't like it, understand?" 

Liz's tongue darted out to slide nervously across her dry lips. The man's 
fingers were bruising her arm and her heart was pounding. "Okay, okay," she 
said, her voice raspy. "Let's just not have any trouble, huh?" She shifted 
her frightened eyes to Bonnie Mae. "Look, kid," she pleaded. "Why don't you 
and your fella just go. We'll let bygones be bygones, huh? Let's just forget 
we ever knew each other, all right? I mean, you two go your way and I'll go 
mine." With her free arm, she reached into the large handbag looped over her 
shoulder and took several bills from her wallet. "Here," she said, offering 
them to the girl with trembling fingers. "Your final pay. Now we're all 
squared away. And no hard feelings, okay?" 

Bonnie Mae observed her former employer's shaking hand and white face and 
knew that the woman wasn't going to make trouble. Nick was scaring the shit 
out of her and the girl was glad. She accepted the money and slid it into 
the pocket of her denim pants with a feeling of satisfaction. The girl had 
always sensed Liz Conway's dislike for her and she was pleased to see her 
cowering like this. It served her right. 

Seeing how scared the blonde woman was, Nick finally released his iron grip 
on her arm. He reached for his clothes and pulled them on leisurely, taking 
his time. His anger was subsiding now for he knew he had Liz Conway under 
control. He had the upper hand now and he was determined to keep it. He was 
certain that the trembling, wide-eyed woman would not dare blow the whistle 
on him if he threw a big enough scare into her. 

"I hope you mean that, lady," he taunted in a mocking tone. "Because I have 
lots of friends, you know what I mean? And they get awful upset when things 
go wrong for me." He paused for emphasis, zipping his fly. "In fact, my 
friends worry me now and then and you know why? Because they just can't seem 
to control their awful tempers." 

Liz swayed, her temples pounding. He must be linked to the underworld, she 
thought, feeling faint. Holy shit, I could wind up bleeding in some dark 
alley. Maybe even killed! 

Nick shook his handsome head and breathed an exaggerated sigh. "I've seen my 
friends do some terrible things." He shot her a menacing look. "And I'd hate 
like hell to see anything happen to a nice lady like you." As he buttoned 
his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder to Bonnie Mae. "Right, honey?" 

The girl nodded, linking her arm through Nick's. She was proud of her man, 
of the way he had brought Liz Conway to her knees. She was thoroughly 
enjoying watching the platinum-haired woman squirm and she couldn't resist 
giving the knife an extra twist. "I don't think she'll have to worry about 
your friends, honey," the babysitter said. "Not as long as she keeps her 
mouth shut. If she behaves herself, maybe your friends will go easy on her. 
And if she doesn't make waves, we won't either." She shot the woman a 
disdainful look. "You know, we could go to the police ourselves. But I don't 
think you'd like being charged with attempted blackmail." 

Liz looked confused as well as frightened as the haughty couple sauntered to 
the front door. 

"Don't try to look so innocent, Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae hurled over her 
shoulder as she turned the knob. "I'm sure you weren't taking our picture to 
paste in your family album!" 

* * * 

Nick and Bonnie Mae were grinning as they made their way to his car but they 
contained their laughter until they had climbed inside. 

"You sure had her crapping in her pants, Nick," the redheaded teenager 
praised, snuggling up to him as they pulled away from the curb. 

"Yeah, but it cost you your job, baby. Sorry!" 

"Sorry?" the girl repeated incredulously. "Oh, Nick, how can you even say 
that?" She put her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I never knew that 
making love could be so thrilling," she told him, her voice dreamy. "I'm 
warm and tingly from my head to my toes. I feel all lit up and glowing, like 
a Christmas tree!" 

Nick lifted his right hand from the steering wheel to stroke her hair 
tenderly. "I know, honey. I feel the same way myself." His hand slid down to 
circle her shoulder. "Where to, honey? My place?" 

Bonnie Mae nodded, smiling happily. "As long as my mother still thinks I'm 
babysitting, let's make the most of tonight, Nick." 

* * * 

The moment they left, Liz started to shake. 

To think I've been leaving my son with a slut like that, she thought as she 
picked up the broken camera and exposed film and put them into her large 
shoulder bag. She let the purse slide from her shoulder onto the coffee 
table and held her head in her hands. And I've been accusing poor Ralph of 
fooling around with that little bitch when it was someone else all along. 
She thought of Nick and shivered. Someone so dangerous he's connected with 
the Mafia! Maybe he's even a gangster himself. God only knows what crimes 
that man has committed. And he and that disgusting girl were alone in this 
house with my baby! 

Her eyes stinging, Liz hurried to her son's bedroom to check on him. The 
distraught housewife was upset by the veiled threats that she had just 
received as well as the shock of seeing a fifteen-year-old girl willingly 
submit to a sexual act that Liz considered perverse and utterly repulsive. 
When she saw the boy lying quietly under the covers with his eyes tightly 
closed, she breathed a shaky sigh of relief and tip-toed down the corridor. 
Thank God he didn't see anything! she thought, turning into the kitchen to 
pour herself a shot of bourbon. 

At the sound of a key turning in the lock, Liz jumped so that the amber 
liquid she was pouring sloshed over the sides of the shot glass and spilled 
onto the counter top. "Oh," she gasped when her husband walked through the 
back door. "It's you!" 

Ralph took in his wife's pale face and the open bottle of whiskey she held 
and his mouth went dry. "Liz, what's wrong?" he cried. "Is Tracy all right?" 

Liz leaned against the counter, nodding wearily. "He's all right, Ralph," 
she assured him, reaching for the shot glass of bourbon. She lifted it up to 
her lips with trembling fingers and downed the fiery liquid in a few 
swallows. 

Ralph's tense body relaxed. Nothing had happened to his beloved son! Still, 
he looked puzzled. "But why are you home so early? And why the booze?" It 
wasn't like his wife to drink alone and Ralph's mind darted in a different 
direction. Once again, he stiffened. Had Liz found out about him and the 
babysitter? Come to think of it, she has been acting funny lately, he 
remembered, biting his lip. But how the hell could she know? I covered all 
my tracks so carefully, he thought. 

"Where's Bonnie Mae?" he asked, craning his neck to peer into the living 
room. 

"I fired the fucking little bitch!" Liz shrieked, her voice nearly 
hysterical. "I won't have a teenage whore taking care of my son!" 

Ralph's face lost its color. "Take it easy, honey," he consoled, grasping 
his wife's shoulders. "You're getting yourself all worked up." What about? 
he wondered, his heart beating heavily. Does she know about the kid and me? 
Jesus Christ, I hope that fool kid didn't tell her anything! Surely the 
little idiot doesn't think I care about her? Holy shit, did she confess 
everything to Liz with the crazy idea I'd divorce Liz and marry her? 

"Why shouldn't I get worked up?" Liz retorted shrilly. "Now that I know 
what's been going on around here?" 

Ralph looked at his wife with one corner of his mouth twitching. "What do 
you mean, Liz ?" he asked in a dull voice. 

"I mean I came home early and found her and a grown man fucking away for all 
they were worth! Right in the middle of our living room!" Liz was so 
outraged that she failed to detect Ralph's deep sigh of relief or note how 
suddenly the color returned to his cheeks. "And do you know where that 
bastard was screwing the kid? In her asshole!" 

As Liz turned to pour herself another shot of bourbon, Ralph chuckled 
inwardly. Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! he thought with grudging 
admiration for Bonnie Mae. That kid is really a dynamo. I should have had 
her give me lessons. She's a damn good liar, too. Pretending to have her 
period so she could let some other prick come over here and ram her tonight. 
And up her ass, no less! 

"So you see why I had to fire her, Ralph," Liz went on, turning to face him. 
"I never did like that girl, you know. Right from the start, I knew there 
was something funny about her, something I didn't like." She lifted the 
amber liquid to her lips and swallowed. "I'll have to get someone else over 
the weekend. And this time, I'll hire an older woman!" 

As she sipped her bourbon, she looked up at Ralph, knowing that she would 
always have to keep a sharp eye on him. From now on, she would avoid 
throwing temptation in his path the way she had done with that precocious 
kid with the queen-size knockers. Liz realized that she still loved her 
good-looking, gray-eyed husband even if he was a weakling when it came to 
the opposite sex. 

The surprise on Ralph's face was genuine even though his words were false. 
"Well, I must admit I'm shocked, Liz," he told his wife. "Bonnie Mae seemed 
so sweet, so innocent. She seemed to be a good babysitter for Tracy. The boy 
was nuts about her, you know?" He shook his head in mock disbelief. "The 
whole thing seems incredible, honey. To think she'd go and do something like 
that when we've been so good to her, when we've trusted her. And the worst 
part of the whole thing is that she's just a kid!" 

Liz finished her second shot of whiskey, finding comfort in its spreading 
warmth. "Well, she may be a kid but she sure wasn't playing hopscotch with 
that guy." The slender blonde set her shot glass on the counter. "He looked 
mean, Ralph," she added in a low voice. "Real mean. In fact, he scared the 
hell out of me." Her voice caught. "I hope I never see him again!" 

Ralph put his arms around his wife. "My poor baby," he soothed, holding her 
close. "Coming home to something like that." He frowned. "Why did you come 
home early, dear?" 

Liz sighed. "I had a terrible headache, Ralph," she lied. "It got so bad 
that Stella offered to fill in for me so I could come home. And when I did, 
I got the shock of my life." Now it was her turn to frown. "How come you're 
home already? I thought you were going to be late tonight." 

"So did I," Ralph answered easily. "But one of my appointments was canceled 
at the last minute so I just stopped for a drink, then came on home." His 
hands began to caress his wife's shoulders. "How's your headache now, honey 
?" 

Liz sensed the subtle change in her husband's manner and she knew what it 
meant. "Better," she told him. "Maybe the whiskey helped. Either that or the 
shock I had." 

"Come on to bed then, baby," he urged, his hands sliding down to squeeze her 
trim buttocks. Ralph's balls were loaded and aching for release. He'd been 
looking forward to fucking Paula Grenshaw tonight. When that fell through at 
the last minute, he'd gotten himself all set for a blow-job from that little 
red-haired firecracker. But those plans had been thwarted, too. At this 
point, Ralph was ready to settle for his own wife. "What do you say we get a 
little action ourselves?" 

Liz felt a tingling in her thighs and she rubbed her throbbing pussy against 
Ralph's hardening prick. "Let's" she agreed, smiling up at him with glassy 
eyes. The bourbon was beginning to take effect and Liz felt unusually loving 
toward the man she'd been cursing for days now. The guilt she felt for 
accusing him so unjustly added fuel to the fire of her emotions. As they 
headed for the bedroom, Liz was determined to give her husband a hell of a 
good fucking. She had to make up for thinking such awful things about him. 
That he was a filthy lecher, a perverted debaser of innocent children. Even 
worse, she had to pay penance for those faithless hours she had spent in 
that motel room with Bill Evans. 

Liz undressed and turned back the bedding. 

She lay on her back and spread her slim legs invitingly, offering her 
glistening pussy to her husband. As Ralph climbed on top of her and slid his 
big prick into her receptive cuntal opening, he thought of the stag film 
he'd seen the night before and he pumped in and out of his wife's cunt with 
rare gusto. 

As their naked bodies intertwined, moving together with practiced 
perfection, the small boy down the hall lay wide-eyed and panting in his 
darkened room. Visions of the naked babysitter and the dark-haired stranger 
kept flashing through his young and impressionable mind while his fingers 
worked back and forth, feverishly, inside his pajama bottoms. 

* * * 

The red Riviera pulled up in front of the apartment building and Nick jumped 
out to open Bonnie Mae's door. The curvaceous teenager got out of the car 
and smiled at the dark-eyed Italian. She loved everything about Nick. His 
handsome face, his dazzling smile, the way his masterful body thrilled her 
to the very depths of her being. And the way he remembered all the little 
courtesies that mean so much, that make a girl feel special and cherished. 

They entered the foyer and ascended the creaking staircase side by side, 
treading softly. For the first time, Bonnie Mae didn't even notice the musty 
smell of the old building, how dingy the walls were, or how the ceiling was 
chipped and peeling. She was only aware of the man beside her. "Thank God 
it's past old Mrs. Cusack's bedtime," the auburn-haired beauty whispered, 
suppressing a giggle. "She'd insist I hurry right down to Mother." 

"Well I insist that you hurry right up to my place," Nick retorted softly, 
with a teasing grin, his arm circling her small waist. 

They climbed the final stair and turned down the hallway and Bonnie Mae 
stiffened. Feeling her body tense under his touch, Nick's forehead creased 
and he turned to follow her narrow-eyed gaze. A big-titted woman in her 
early-twenties stood outside Nick's door, her fist poised in the air as if 
she were about to knock. 

"Nicky," she greeted in a sugary voice, dimpling as he approached. "I was 
gonna pay a little surprise visit but I see you're busy tonight." Chewing a 
mouthful of gum, the woman shot Bonnie Mae an unfriendly glance, then 
quickly focused her attention on the handsome young Italian. 

"That's right, Sherry," Nick told her, tightening his grip on the teenager's 
waist. "I am busy." 

Sherry chewed noisily, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, 
throwing her hip forward in a seductive pose. "Well, maybe we can get 
together tomorrow night, huh, Nicky?" 

"I don't think so, baby," Nick said, pulling the redhead close. "You better 
find yourself a new playmate, honey. Because I'm going to be real busy from 
now on." 

The young woman stared at him, cracking her gum angrily. "What is this, 
Nicky?" she asked, her cheeks brightening. "You kissing me off or something? 
What the hell did I do? 

Seems to me I been real good to you." 

"Cool it, Sherry," Nick soothed, giving her a disarming smile. "You haven't 
done a thing, baby. It's just that I'm crossing all you dolls off my list." 
He turned to smile at Bonnie Mae. "Everyone, that is, except this gorgeous 
creature." 

Sherry crossed her arms, creating a shelf for her enormous bosom. "Yeah? 
What's so special about her?" she wanted to know, glaring at the lovely girl 
beside Nick. 

"She's going to be Mrs. LaRocco, that's what makes her so special," he 
replied, grinning broadly, his teeth startling even in the dimness of the 
hallway. 

While Bonnie Mae stared at Nick with large jade eyes and an oval mouth, the 
big-titted woman swore softly. "For Chrissakes, Nicky, I never thought you'd 
go that far. All the way to the fucking altar!" Cracking her gum furiously 
now, she shot Bonnie Mae an envious glance. I wonder if he knocked her up? 
she asked herself. "Well, congratulations," she offered, her voice as 
insincere as her smile. She's getting herself a damn good cocksman, she 
thought. And her gain is my loss. Nick's one of the best! Ah, but what the 
hell, she decided philosophically, there are plenty of other studs willing 
to hump me. "Well, I hope you'll both be very happy," she said, turning 
away. "And don't forget to invite me to the wedding," she added with a 
parting wave. 

The young woman hurried down the hall, her huge breasts bobbing 
purposefully. There was no sense in wasting any more time here. Sherry was 
in the mood for action and the throbbing between her legs had to be 
satisfied. She hurried down the stairs and out the door to find another 
prick to fill her aching hollow. 

Bonnie Mae didn't speak until they were inside Nick's apartment. "Did you 
really mean what you said, Nick?" she asked in a small voice as he took her 
in his arms. "You weren't just saying that to get rid of her?" 

"I really meant it, Bonnie Mae," he said, gazing tenderly into her eyes. 
"I'm crazy about you, baby, and I don't want you putting out for anyone 
else." He gave her a little shake. "You got that straight?" 

"Oh, Nick," the girl sighed. "I don't want anyone else. Not now. Not since 
I've found you." 

"I'm really glad to hear that, honey," he told her. "Because I'll break your 
ass if you ever spread those pretty legs of yours for anyone but Nick 
LaRocco from now on!" The girl threw her arms around his neck, squealing 
with joy. "Hey, there won't be any problem with your old lady, will there?" 
Nick asked with a worried frown. "I mean, getting her permission. You are 
underage, you know." 

The ecstatic teenager laughed and shook her head. "You don't have to worry 
about getting permission from dear old Mom," she told him. "I bet she'll be 
as happy as I am. This is what she's been waiting for, Nick. Her freedom. 
Now she can quit the job she hates, leave the Chicago climate she's always 
been complaining about, and wash her hands of me all at the same time. Now, 
she can go live with her precious sister down in Florida. She'll be rid of 
me at last!" 

"But you'll never be rid of me, Bonnie Mae," he said, his face 
compassionate. "I love you, honey, and I want to spend the rest of my life 
proving it to you." 

"And I love you, Nick," she said, her eyes misty. 

He pulled her close and lowered his lips on hers. The girl ran her fingers 
through his hair and slid her tongue into his warm mouth. She strained 
against him eagerly, her body alive and glowing. Bonnie Mae was happier than 
she ever dreamed possible. She was actually going to become Nick's wife, the 
mother of his children! They were going to walk through life side by side as 
man and wife, planning, working, and growing old together. 

When they finally drew apart, Nick touched the tip of her nose with his 
forefinger. "This, my lovely fiancee, calls for a celebration. I'll fix us a 
drink." 

He disappeared into the kitchen and Bonnie Mae heard the clink of ice cubes 
against glass. She whirled about the room, hugging herself. The beautiful 
redhead felt as if she were dreaming, that any moment now, the alarm clock 
would jar her back to reality. But as she whirled in front of the 
full-length mirror framing the closet door, the girl knew by her flushed 
cheeks and dancing eyes that this was really happening. 

The girl paused, her arms dropping to her sides as she studied her 
reflection. Her long auburn hair spilled across her shoulders and the green 
of her outfit emphasized the jade of her eyes. Even beneath the heavy denim 
fabric, her full young breasts jutted proudly. 

As she stood admiring her small waist and flaring hips, her mother's 
frequent taunts echoed through her mind. You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy 
dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and face reality. 

But Bonnie Mae had been awakened. Wonderfully and completely awakened. And 
reality was even better than all her fantasizing. The former babysitter 
knew, now, that she had finally found that intangible something she'd been 
searching for all her life. She'd discovered it with Nick. Together, they 
had found love. And she felt totally fulfilled. 

As she saw Nick come up behind her in the mirror, smiling as he offered a 
drink, Bonnie Mae turned to face the man she loved, knowing that she had 
proved her mother wrong. As she and Nick lifted their glasses high, touching 
them in a silent toast to their future, the radiant teenager knew that 
happiness wasn't limited to the fairy tales she'd read to Tracy. Despite 
what she'd been told most of her young life, Bonnie Mae Owens knew, from 
experience, that dreams really can come true! 


 End
