Wild-Ass Widow
Jay Wood
(YLL-136)


FOREWORD 

In the recent best-selling novel, Looking For Mr. Goodbar by Judith Rossner, 
the principal character is a young and lonely woman, a school teacher who 
frequents singles' bars. Instead of companionship, and love, she finds 
degradation and death at the hands of a rapist. In researching Goodbar, the 
author visited a couple of singles' bars, and stated, "They are pretty 
rotten places, worse for women than for men...." 

She's right. But where does a single woman with good taste and background go 
to find male companionship, and hopefully love? This problem faced Lulu, the 
protagonist in our story. Suddenly widowed at age thirty-eight, she found 
herself alone in a marriage-oriented society. The married couples she knew 
previously no longer wanted to know her. As a single woman, attractive, and 
financially well-off, she posed a threat to her married girl friends. She 
did visit singles' bars, and like the author of Goodbar found them 
revolting, a meat market that she wanted no part of. What few available men 
she did meet turned out to be weaklings, mommy boys searching for a mother 
substitute. This wouldn't do for a woman who had enjoyed a long and happy 
marriage with a strong man, a virile lover. 

Perhaps it was the memory of her late and beloved husband that pushed her, 
inadvertently, into a sexual experience with a young boy. In one blinding 
moment of ecstasy, she fantasized that the boy was her husband as a young 
man. There were other compelling reasons, too. During the later years of her 
marriage, her husband suffered ill health and had been sexually incapable. 
Her body, still young and in need of fulfillment yearned for a virile lover. 
But in her need, she associated virility not with young boys but with her 
husband as she had once remembered him. She simple refused to believe that 
she, a mature and intelligent woman, could ever willfully respond to the 
sexual attentions of a pre-teen but virile and maturely endowed boy. A 
product of middle class morality, Lulu simply refused to believe that a 
sexual mating between a mature woman and a boy was natural. Yet, she found 
herself in bed with not one but several boys. Why? 

In The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior by Robert M. Goldenson, Ph.D., the 
author states that, "... the pedophiliac is one whose sexual impulses are 
distorted by crippling anxieties." Lulu was such a person. Unwanted 
widowhood filled her with self-pity, frustration, and loneliness. There was 
no longer any place for her, she felt. But she felt this way because she 
still clung to her old attitudes that no longer applied in her single 
status. She was going to have to build a whole new world for herself, with 
new attitudes, new outlooks. 

When Lulu finally did learn to play a new role, she discovered that she 
could meet a man her own age and relate to him sexually. Her new attitude 
became broad enough to include other loves as well. 

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 Chapter One 

Lulu Morrow stepped out of the shower and stared pensively at the reflection 
of her naked body in the full-length mirror. At age thirty-eight, the lines 
of her tall, shapely figure were almost as firm as they were at twenty. The 
breasts were round, full and heavy with spear-shaped nipples, the color of 
over-ripe strawberries. A lump grew in her throat as she remembered how her 
late husband Dan used to suck on her nipples as though he had been a little 
boy. Her husband, even in his terminal illness, never ceased to wonder at 
the perfection of her body. 

"Your fuckable, fuckable body," he used to murmur as his eyes drank in the 
beauty of her narrow waist that flared dramatically out into round, smooth, 
and very firm hips which in turn, blended into her long, shapely legs. 
"Nutcrackers", as Dan called them. And in the mirror in back of Lulu, she 
examined the shape of her back. Her husband had been an "ass man," and loved 
to turn her over for rear end love. First, he'd cover the .globular, cheeky 
ass with a hundred kisses, and then gently pry aside the flesh to jam his 
tongue deep into her asshole. 

At memory of Dan, Lulu instinctively ran a finger in back of her and 
inserted the tip into the brown spot. The contact into that nerve-studded 
orifice goose-pimpled the skin of her entire body and tears flooded her 
eyes. Now pressing the palms of both hands over her hairy sex organ, she 
cried aloud, "Oh, Dan, why ... why did you leave me all alone. I... need 
you." She hesitated to mouth the word, "fuck." That particular description 
of the sex act seemed to demean it as far as she was concerned. Dan had 
always loved to mouth the word over and over again as he rode her. "Cunt 
feels so good," he'd gasp. "My wife's the best piece of ass in the world!" 
After, Lulu always used to chide him for reverting to vulgarity. 

But now, as she stood alone and naked in front of the mirror, she almost 
shouted, "I ... I need your fucking Dan, sweetheart. I... I can't go on 
alone anymore. I'd rather join you," and the tears continued to flow down 
her face even as her fingers grasped her clitoris and commenced to flip the 
female penis back and forth. She wasn't, even aware that her hips began to 
rotate lasciviously in a bumping, grinding motion as her forefinger dipped 
deep into the love hole. "Dan, Dan," she gurgled, "f ... fuck me. Give it to 
me ... the way you used to. Make me blow for you, darling. I need it so. So 
tired of being alone____" 

Dan had been much older than Lulu, and when he came down with the flu, the 
previous winter, he faded, quickly and before she even realized what was 
happening, the man slipped away. And Lulu entered the world of single, 
unwanted people. All of her married friends quickly shunned her. The women 
wanted no good looking rivals for their ail-too horny husbands. At first, 
the shock of the sudden and unexpected bereavement precluded any attempt to 
find another husband. But as loneliness took its toll, she began to venture 
out and visit the so-called single clubs, and bars. The venture into such 
places, Lulu found to her dismay, revolted and sickened her. Most of the men 
were misfits looking for women to support them. A lot of the men were also 
married looking for a one night stand. She wanted no part of them. The 
memory of Dan was still very much a part of her conscious life. She'd do 
nothing to dishonor that memory. 

Lately, she had started to masturbate in an effort to relieve the tensions. 
But most times, the final orgasm left her more frustrated, and unrelieved as 
ever. At least, Dan had left her financially well off but that only 
compounded the problem. The men who appeared attracted to her were merely 
looking for a meal ticket. She had given up as far as finding a decent, 
honorable and honest man. She was doomed, it seemed, to spend the rest of 
her life, alone, unloved, and... unfucked. Her fingers flew even faster in 
and out of her cunt-hole, and the grasp tightened on her clit. But as hard 
as she fingered and as fast as she flipped the she-cock, she was unable to 
reach orgasm. Finally, she stopped moving her hips, the fingers ceased their 
masturbatory efforts, and she straightened up to look searchingly at her 
reflection as though the answer to her problems was contained on the other 
side of the large mirror. 

"What should I do?" Lulu asked the reflection, and waited as though she 
expected a reply. "What can I do?" 

The door bell rang. 

Startled, Lulu looked guiltily over her shoulder as though she thought 
someone had been watching her. 

The bell rang again. 

Strange, she thought, she wasn't expecting anyone at four o'clock in the 
afternoon. Probably a door-to-door salesman or someone soliciting a charity 
donation. After the death of her husband, Lulu had taken the precaution to 
install a protective, outside television camera which permitted her to 
inspect any stranger who rang her doorbell. A woman alone was so vulnerable. 
Wrapping a huge towel around her body, she stepped into the living room and 
turned on the outside camera. To her amazement, a small boy was standing on 
the porch. 

Lulu picked up the phone which connected her with the porch. "Who are you?" 
she demanded to know. "What do you want?" 

"Grocery boy, ma'am," the lad replied. "Jiffy Deli. You asked for home 
delivery." 

She had forgotten. Sick of going out alone, and sick of cooking for herself, 
Lulu had called in an order to a nearby deli. "Oh yes," she remembered, and 
wondered what to do. Should she let the boy inside while she was just 
wearing a towel? It won't do any harm, she decided as dressing up just for a 
boy who looked no older than twelve wouldn't make sense. She had planned a 
dinner alone and watching television. She had not planned to dress at all. 

Pressing the button that released the electronically-controlled door, she 
said, "Come in," and cradled the phone. The door opened and a shy boy of not 
more than twelve or even younger entered with a box of groceries. The box 
appeared bigger than the delivery boy. "In the kitchen," Lulu ordered. 
"Carry it into the kitchen and put it down on the shelf beside the sink." 
Inwardly, she was a bit angry at the deli owner for sending over a boy who 
had to struggle with the box of groceries. She felt guilty about making him 
carry them into the kitchen. But the doctor had forbidden her to carry any 
large load. 

"Struggling, the boy finally made it, and set the box down beside the sink 
in the large, bright and very cheerful looking kitchen. She and Dan had 
always loved to sit in the kitchen, and chat by the hour. The room contained 
a treasure house of cheerful memories. And Lulu brightened. 

Looking down at the boy, she said, "Aren't you a bit young to be working?" 

"Taking my older brother's place for the day," he replied, hesitatingly with 
a shy, timid smile. Long, black curly hair fell down past his ears and he 
wore glasses which gave his very young face a curious intellectual look. 

As Lulu looked down at him, she thought, "What a pretty boy. Probably will 
grow up to be a musician." His fingers were long and shapely and probably 
played the piano, she guessed. Not the rowdy type at all, she nodded with 
approval. Still, he was wearing a T-shirt which told her his body was 
strong, and to her surprise, his blue jeans were probably several sizes too 
small. She could make out the shape of his legs, and as much as she tried 
not to stare, the crotch area was all too apparent. The shape of his penis 
and balls were perfectly clear. Doubtless, that was the way young kids 
dressed now, she thought, and yet... there was something disturbing about 
such attire. Despite an effort to pull her eyes away from the boy's crotch, 
she continued to stare down as though trying to visualize the exact sight of 
the young genitals. In the mirror in back of the boy, she noticed that his 
buttocks had a very nice shape, too. 

Lulu's heart leaped into her mouth. I must be out of my mind, she silently 
scolded herself. Admiring the body of a twelve-year-old kid. I have sunken 
low. 

"Will that be all ma'am?" the boy asked in his high, boyish voice. His 
smooth, boyish face had turned scarlet for he realized that the woman had 
been staring down towards the vicinity of his crotch. And much to his 
consternation, the penis began to stir, like an awakened earthworm, and 
slide slowly upwards. He bent over slightly in an effort to conceal the 
hardening nature of his shaft. But to no avail. The protrusion became all 
too obvious. 

Lulu's eyes widened. Good heavens, she thought with considerable agitation 
herself. The child is getting a hard-on! She quickly told herself it was 
merely a natural thing, and that small boys achieved erections for no reason 
at all. The boy, she tried to tell herself had not even reached puberty and 
didn't even know the meaning of the erected penis. 

Finally, and to much confusion and shame on the boy's part, the penile shaft 
reached its maximum length, about five inches. And the head pressed 
insistently against the inner cloth of the fly. The middle-aged woman could 
easily make out the shape of the cockhead, circumcised without a doubt, and 
the balls at the root of the stem. 

"Will that be all?" the boy asked again with considerable anguish. Quite 
often when he delivered groceries, there was an additional item he had to 
return for. 

"Yesss," Lulu nodded as though in a trance, and then she surprised herself 
when she added, "I'll give you a tip for delivering them on time." 

The boy was about to reply that a tip wasn't necessary but the thought of an 
unexpected windfall of fifty cents or even a dollar kept his mouth tightly 
sealed. 

"My purse is in the living room," Lulu told the boy. "Wait here, and I'll 
fetch it." Turning, she headed towards the adjoining room where she guiltily 
berated herself. She really didn't know why she had made the offer. Yet, 
deep down, a terrible answer struggled to make itself known to her. An inner 
voice, and a mocking one whispered to the distraught woman, "You're 
detaining the boy because you want to stare a little longer at that 
beautiful, stiff prick!" 

"No!" Lulu cried out aloud as she picked up the purse and shoved her hand 
inside of it. "All I want to do is reward the boy for being so prompt... for 
being such a gentleman. Why... he's young enough to be my son... my 
grandson. To even hint at sexual relations with him is perverse." 

And haying thus told off her voice within, she wheeled, a dollar bill 
clutched in her hand and strode back to the kitchen where the boy was still 
waiting for her. But despite the vehemence of her denial, the instant she 
entered the room, her eyes involuntarily looked down at the lad's crotch. 
The erection seemed to have grown since her absence. And there was no 
mistaking that the penile shaft was throbbing. The boy's fly fluttered as 
though there was a mechanical device beneath it. Slightly bent over, the boy 
appeared more embarrassed than ever. 

Was he really attracted to her sexually? Lulu wondered as she continued to 
gaze down at the bulge. Or was he merely affected by the sight of a grown 
woman in a towel. Yet, the towel, a fluffy Turkish one, was enormous and 
actually draped her body more efficiently than a long dress. And then, from 
no where, a thought of the most perverse nature leaped across her mind. How 
would he react if he caught a glimpse of her womanly, hairy box? 

The woman's handsome, mature face turned scarlet as she struggled to deeply 
bury such an insane suggestion. She was certainly not a pervert. Yet, within 
her, the battle raged on. One voice, and electrified, tantalizing and even 
convincing one whispered lewdly, "Go on, woman. Have some fun. You deserve 
it. Let him catch a glimpse of your cunt. You don't have to go any farther 
than that. And after he leaves, you can have a terrific jack-off just 
remembering the look on the kid's face." 

The other side of the middle-aged, middle-class woman raised a voice too. 
"Don't be a fool," it warned. "You'll get into trouble. This isn't the way 
you were raised. And what would Dan think?" 

That last question was the clincher. Of course, she had never possessed the 
remotest intention of teasing the boy. But she nodded as though 
acknowledging the wisdom of the last voice. 

"Here's a dollar," Lulu said with considerable agitation for the strange 
struggle within her was not won easily. "Take it and go." She spoke quickly, 
an urgency in her voice as though there was a chance of succumbing to that 
alien and perverse part of her nature that she had never realized existed. 

When the boy straightened to reach up and take hold of the paper bill, his 
erection became more pronounced, and certainly more noticeable. As he 
reached up to take the dollar, the tip of his cockhead brushed against the 
towel area that hugged Lulu's crotch. An electric like charge lighteninged 
through the woman's body, and she felt her senses reel. Thinking she was 
about to lose balance, the boy reached up to steady her and her body pressed 
tightly up against him. Now, the cockhead burrowed deeply against the towel, 
and pressed directly against the crack of cunt. Lulu felt the lips widen and 
secretions spurt through. 

"Oh, no," she wailed and struggled to free herself from any contact with the 
boy. But as she pushed him back, he tottered against the kitchen shelf where 
he had placed the bag of groceries. Losing balance, he reached back to grab 
hold of support. Instead of support, he found himself clutching the small 
bag of flour. That didn't stop him from dropping hard onto the floor with 
the seat of his pants. The paper bay of flour hurst as he hit the floor. At 
the blink of an eyelash, the white stuff splashed all over him until he 
looked as though he had just emerged from an Arctic blizzard. 

Looking down at the flour-spattered boy, Lulu didn't know whether to laugh 
or cry. Relieved of tension, she started to laugh. The crazy incident had 
saved her from making a fool of herself. And the purgative effects of 
laughter had washed away all thoughts of sexual desires for the boy's penis. 
He was simply a clumsy, twelve-year-old boy and dry behind the ears. Her 
mother instincts took over. 

"It's all my fault," she said and still chuckling knelt down alongside of 
him. Brushing the, flour from his face, she added, "You're going to clean up 
before you return to the deli. I happen to know Mr. Green is a tyrant and 
he'll wonder all about it." 

Blowing flour out of his mouth and shaking more out of his ears, the boy 
giggled. "Bet I'd give old Green a shock if I went back to the store like 
this.n 

Lulu stood up and pulled the boy to his feet, too. "You're not going back to 
the store like that. You're going to wash up, and Mr. Green isn't going to 
know anything about it." 

Looking down at the floor, the boy mumbled apologetically, "Your floor is 
all messed." 

"Never mind the floor," Lulu replied. "I'll clean it up. As for you," she 
ordered, "into the tub. Ill throw your clothes in the wash and have them 
ready for you in less than an hour." 

The boy hesitated. "Y'mean, I'll have to take off my clothes?" 

"For just a little while," Lulu assured him. At the moment, all thoughts of 
sex had evaporated from her mind, and she was genuinely concerned for him. 

Disarmed by Lulu's candor, the boy shrugged, "I guess I can't leave looking 
like this." 

"Won't take long at all," the woman assured him. 

"Where will I... ?" the boy stammered. 

"Go into the bathroom and undress. Draw water for the tub, and I'll be in 
after a while to pick up your clothes. And don't be bashful," she laughed. 
"You're young enough to be my son, or even grandson if I had started having 
children at a young age." 

He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." Clearly, he was used to obeying his own mother. 

Lulu led him to the bathroom, and pointed inside. "Go ahead, and I'll clean 
up the mess in the kitchen. Be right with you," and before the boy could 
offer any further objections, she wheeled and strode away. The boy slowly 
entered the bathroom, and closed the door. 

As Lulu swept up the flour in the kitchen, inner, conflicting voices resumed 
their strident attack for control of her mind and actions. 

The harsher voice, the perverse one chuckled, lewdly, "Nice going kid. You 
handled it real good. Now you can fuck the boy ... in an innocent sort of 
way, of course." 

"Never!" replied Lulu aloud as though there was real form and substance to 
the phantom within her. "I'm concerned for him. That's all and that's all 
there is to it. Ill never sink so low as to have sexual intercourse with a 
boy young enough to be my grandson. Never!" she added, her voice rising 
shrilly. 

The voice persisted. "No one will know. The kid will love it. And he did get 
a magnificent hard-on. Wouldn't you just love to take that sweet, young 
prick and bite on it?" 

Lulu's hands trembled as she mopped up the last trace of flour. "I'll never 
touch him that way," she kept repeating over and over. "Never. I... I don't 
want that kind of sex." But her voice broke on that last statement, lacked 
conviction. 

The voice within taunted. "Oh my but you know you'd love sweet, young cock. 
One that's never been handled by another woman. One that keeps stiff and hot 
and cums again and again. Think of the joy as you expose your pussy to him 
for the first time. Maybe ... maybe ... just maybe, you'll teach him how to 
suck that gorgeous asshole of yours. Remember how Dan loved to drill his 
tongue up your brown spot? Remember how sensitive you are in the back." 

"No!" Lulu almost shouted. 

"And you'd get relief," the obscene voice snickered. 

"Real relief. Not the phony, unacceptable kind of relief you think you get 
by fingering your own cunt." 

As though fleeing from the tormenting phantom within, Lulu turned and strode 
swiftly towards the bathroom. She'd convince the voice and herself, once and 
for all that couldn't even be remotely concerned in sexual intercourse with 
a mere child. She'd pick up the clothes, wash them and send the boy packing. 
And she made a mental note of changing delis, one that didn't send boys 
around with the groceries. 

The woman stopped outside the closed bathroom door, and then tapped softly. 
"I'm coming in," she called out in a soft voice. 

"All right," the boy replied. And then, "I'm in the tub," he added as though 
cautioning her not to look at him when she entered. 

Despite her inner conflict, Lulu couldn't help but smile at the boy's 
innocence. "Here I come," she sang out, and tried to sound very indifferent 
about the situation. 

From the corner of her right eyes, she caught a glimpse of him in the tub. 
But she headed for the clothes that were draped over the toilet bowl. 
Picking them up, she said, "I'll have these cleaned and dried in a jiffy." 
She had still managed to avoid looking directly at the naked kid soaping 
himself in the tub. He had closed his thighs to conceal his pecker, she 
noticed. 

With the clothes gathered in her arms, Lulu was about to open the door and 
leave when an overwhelming impulse forced her to take just a peek at the 
nude boy in the tub. She thought, one peek won't do any harm. He does have 
such a lovely body. 

Looking down, she caught her breath for his body was so perfectly formed, so 
smooth without a trace of fat, and so sweet looking, the tiny nipples the 
belly button and somewheres between his closed thighs the virginal cock. She 
wondered whether it had hardened again. It... it wouldn't do any harm at 
all, she further rationalized to take just one peek at the virginal dick. 
She had never seen a virginal one before. And the way it had stiffened in 
the kitchen still entranced her. Was it an instinctive thing, she wondered, 
or was the boy really attracted to her charms? Perhaps the boy wasn't a 
virgin after all. Perhaps, he was sexually skilled. This latter thought 
snaked through her body, making her hands tremble and a certain moistness 
appear in the pit of her pussy. 

Nerves in her face twitched excitedly. "Would you want me to soap your 
back?" she asked and tried to sound nonchalant. I'll bet your mom, or 
grandmom does that for you." 

The boy smiled timidly, "Sometimes, grandma does it for me when I visit 
her." 

Lulu dropped the clothes and picked up a cake of soap. "Then, just think of 
me as your grandma, and started to rub his back. 

"Feels good," the boy sighed and started to relax. Slowly, the muscles in 
his thighs relaxed and he permitted his legs to spread slowly apart. His 
penis leaped into view. 

Lulu's eyes saucered as the image of young, stiff, throbbing cock filled 
both her pupils. Never before in her entire life had she seen a cock so 
hard, so beautifully colored, and so ... so ... in spite of herself, she had 
to admit... so eatable. The heat flowing through the pores of this prick, 
she thought, had to be furnace hot. Entranced by the stiffness of young 
cockbone, she stopped moving. Even her breathing became audible in the 
stillness of the room. Dan, her husband, had never been able to get such a 
hardon. Although Dan's penis erected easily enough, the shaft never retained 
the rigidity that her cunt craved. Perhaps that explained the reason for her 
failure to orgasm on many occasions with Dan. And she was amazed too at the 
size of the instrument on so young a boy. Making a quick guess, she felt 
certain it would very easily choke her pussy with all of its stiff goodness. 
But of course, she told herself quickly, she would never touch the boy. That 
part was completely and utterly out of the question. 

The trembling woman was about to pull away and leave the room when the boy 
took her by surprise. With his cock fully exposed now, his shyness had 
evaporated, completely. And he took her by surprise, again. 

He said with a grin, "Grandma always gets in the tub with me when she soaps 
me around." 

For a moment, Lulu couldn't find her voice. "You mean," she finally said, 
"your grandma gets in the tub with you? You both take a bath at the same 
time?" 

"Uhhuh," the boy said innocently. 

The woman wet her lips. "And ... you wouldn't be embarrassed if I did the 
same thing?" 

"OH, no," he quickly assured her. "You kind of remind me of grandma." 

Firmly convinced that the boy was truly innocent, Lulu nodded. "Well, I 
guess it will be all right. As long as you do it with your own grandma." 
Clearly, she thought, he had not as yet reached the age of puberty. He 
didn't know the difference between boys and girls. And as far as his cock 
erecting, that could be attributed to sheer youth animalism. There was 
nothing sexual about it. He had looked at his grandmother's cunt without 
giving it a second thought. 

She managed a weak smile. "I need a good wash, too," and let the Turkish 
towel slide down and gunnysack to the floor around her ankles. For a moment, 
she stood perfectly still, excited at exposing her body to a member of the 
opposite sex, regardless of his age. This was the first time she had exposed 
her cunt to a male since the death of her husband. Curiously, she watched 
the boy's reaction. Was the boy really innocent, or not? Her heart kept 
pounding dangerously against the ribcage as she attempted to ferret out a 
sign that the boy was hot for her ass. Was it possible, she kept asking 
herself, that he was sexually precocious? 

But no sign was immediately apparent. In fact, the boy continued to stare 
ahead of him and avoided looking directly at her naked body. 

Forcing him to look directly at her, Lulu held out a hand. "Help me in the 
tub," she smiled. "I don't want to fall." 

Now, the boy was compelled to turn his face and stare straight at the big 
tits, the smooth, slightly curved belly, the erotically dimpled navel that 
somehow, resembled a cunt, and then her pubic hair, thick, curly, reaching 
out like tentacles. And last but by no means least, the long, shapely legs, 
the nutcrackers that her husband had adored so much. In back of Lulu, a 
long, wide mirror clearly revealed her back, and the shape of her buttocks 
that she spread deliberately apart to give him a look inside the valley of 
brown, the spot where Dan had tongued lovingly countless times; 

"You ... You look so ... so beautiful," he managed to breathe. 

They were still holding hands as Lulu bent over further. There was no longer 
any conflict within her. She knew precisely what had to be done. "Do you 
like my titties?" she whispered in his ear. "Are they as nice as the ones 
your grandma has?" 

"Nicer," he replied, his eyes larger than twin moons. "Bigger, and ... you 
got longer nipples." 

Taking hold of one breast, Lulu shoved the tip into his mouth. "Then, taste 
it," she laughed, and no longer gave a damn about the inner voices. Her cunt 
felt like a blast furnace as the boy's full lips enclosed on nipple and he 
noisily began to suck. 

As the lad gulped hungrily on the big boob, Lulu stepped into the tub and 
changed her mind about sitting down. The throbbing, sunset-red and 
tasty-looking prick presented a challenge. For a moment, she squatted over 
the cockhead and then, sat down permitting the twelve year old cock to slide 
easily into the moist orifice of desire. The shapely cheeks of her ass sank 
down on his thighs. 

"Ohhh, grandma..." the boy gulped, hoarsely. 

"Your cunny cunt feels so good." 

As though possessed by a demon, and perhaps she really was, the middle-aged 
woman continued to sit, astride the boy, and said, "Know what I'm going to 
do, darling?" 

The smooth face of the boy wrinkled in ecstasy. 

He was unable to reply. 

"Fuck," the woman hissed, crudely. "Fuck your little ASS off! Going to get 
the hottest piece of ass in my life. Going to get everything that's been 
denied me for over a year." The woman sounded demoniacal. 

"Yesss," the boy managed to gasp. "Fuck me... fuck me just like grandma 
does!" 

The thought of the boy's own horny grandmother possessing him sexually 
almost drove Lulu wild, and she commenced to hump. Knees flexed as she 
raised the cheeks of her ass upwards until the pole almost escaped from the 
soft-walled prison. But Lulu had no intention of letting that magnificent 
cockhead from leaving before she had climaxed. Abruptly, she sat down again 
and the boy grunted with pleasure. 

"Yeah," he croaked, "that's the way grandma does it. Up and down real hard. 
But fast... faster__fuck me faster!" 

Leaning over, Lulu stuck one tit in her young lover's mouth and prepared 
herself for a fast and furious pumping. She didn't want him to orgasm too 
quickly, and yet, she was too excited for a slow, leisurely fuck. And she 
had guessed right. Despite the tender age of the penile bone, the shaft 
filled her pussy parlor completely and deliciously. She could almost taste 
the sweet meat. In fact, the thought of sucking and fucking him at the same 
time, jettisoned more juices from her already slobbering cunt. 

At that point, the boy demonstrated his expertise by flexing his knees back, 
and scissoring both legs around Lulu's waist to grasp her in a tight 
leg-lock. In that way, his pole of cock slid deeper into the canyon of cunt; 
deep enough to make the pumping woman think the cockhead was knocking 
against her tonsils. 

"Oh my gawd," she panted as the room reeled around, and her eyes slid 
backwards until only the whites were visible. "It's so great," she raged. 
"So ... fucking great," and she arched her back which permitted her to slide 
up and down the pulsating prick in a perfectly vertical manner. Massaging 
both of her jiggling boobs as she pumped, Lulu grasped her clitty with the 
other hand and proceeded to masturbate herself. The world of reality receded 
farther and farther away until she was certain she was pumping Dan. This WAS 
Dan. That's why she was loving every bit of the fuck. She was back with her 
beloved husband again. 

Her voice burbled upwards, "Oh Dan, your prick never felt so good. Ram it to 
me lover. I'll never be a prude again. Never, never again. Tell me to FUCK 
you sweetheart. Sing it out loud and clear." 

Thinking that she was talking directly to him, the boy lustily obliged. 
"FUCK ME," he sang out. "PUMP YOUR HOT ASS UP AND DOWN. BLOW MEEEEEE...." 

"Yes, sweetheart," Lulu replied as her head jerked all the way back until 
she could see the wall in rear of her. "Yes, darling. Oh, my, yes, fucker 
mine." And as she humped and babbled, she continued to massage both of her 
big boobs with one hand and jack off with the other. 

The boy's mouth twitched back to such an extent, he looked as though he was 
going to throw up. But he was totally unable to form a single word. All he 
could do was stare dumbly at the pumping, aging woman, at the way she played 
with her tits and fingered her own twat. In the mirror in back of her, the 
lad could also see her cheeky ass bounce up and down, and when she raised up 
the buttocks spread revealing the brownish cavity in between. His nostrils 
quivered as though trying to catch a whiff of her gorgeous ass. Finally, his 
innards jellied and he knew he was teetering on the verge of an orgasm. 

"Gonna," he coughed out. "GONNA____" 

Inside of Lulu's love valley, the cockbone enlarged to such an extent, she 
firmly believed the bold bone filled her entire body. Throbbing walls of her 
cunt signaled an impending blow-out of explosive proportions. This feeling 
of losing her balance on the edge of an active volcano snapped her back to 
reality. She wasn't fucking Dan. She was pumping a boy's prick, a 
twelve-year-old boy's swollen boner. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered 
except the force of the orgasm which had to be only microseconds away. Then, 
a scream ripped out of her throat. 

"COMEEEEEENG," the voice shrilled upward. "BLOWEEENG____" 

"Me, too," the boy grunted in a hoarse voice that sounded as though he had 
suddenly aged. Indeed, a river of cockcream hurtled towards the head of his 
penis with rocket-like force. "Can't stop it," he warned. "Gonna blow ... 
BLOW ... BLOW!!!" And he did. 

Thick, superheated blobs of cream shot through the eye of his cock like so 
much mortar fire. The youthful, protein-rich jism splashed against both 
sides of Lulu's cunt and crawled down again. 

This sudden increase in the temperature of her pussy triggered the 
middle-aged woman's own climax. Wave after wave of twat tricklings sprayed 
out the soft, inner lining of cunt to intermingle with the thicker, richer 
male cum. And she continued to pump until every drop of the release exited 
from her now cavernous cunt. 

Finally, however, the dick, limpid and awash with both male and female cum 
drooped out of the cunt-mouth and dropped backwards to one side. 

Lulu looked down at the now silent boy. He looked up at Lulu. Reality 
flooded harshly back into her senses. An inner voice of conscience cried, in 
anguish, "You horrible, dirty, old woman. You've just fucked a 
twelve-year-old boy, a lad who still has a hairless cock. How low can you 
sink?" the inner voice of torment demanded to know. 

Lulu threw both hands across her face as though to hide her guilt. "What 
have I done?" she asked aloud. "What in heaven's name have I committed?" 

The boy blinked. "You just fucked me, ma'am. And I gotta admit. Golly shit, 
ma'am, you've got my grandma beat a mile. She don't do it half as good as 
you." 

"No," Lulu wailed. "Don't tell me any more..." she grasped for the 
appropriate words. "Any more filth. Ill never be able to live with myself, 
I... I must have lost control of my mind," and without another word, she 
leaped out of the tub, prudishly draped the huge towel around her body, and 
ordered the boy out, too. 

"Get dressed," she told him and managed to avoid looking down into the tub. 
"What happened, you must forget. I was ill... temporarily ill. Now, dry 
yourself and go!" 

"Aw shit, Ma'am," the boy said as he soaped off his dick. "You didn't do 
nothing wrong. My grandma fucks me all the time." 

"Get out!" Lulu ordered as though a harsh voice and a hard face could wash 
away her very guilty conscience. 

The kid shrugged. "Okay, okay, but my clothes are still dirty." 

This was true. In her haste to jump into the bathtub with the boy, Lulu had 
neglected to wash his flour-spattered clothes. 

Nodding, the woman picked them up and told the boy, "Get into my bedroom and 
stay there. I'll wash them and when I give them back, I want you to dress 
and leave as quickly as possible." 

"Okay, okay," he replied. And he couldn't help but add, "You may be a better 
fuck than grandma but at least, she don't get sore after she's laid me." 

Lulu literally flew out of the room and down into the basement where she 
threw the clothes into her washer. The noise of the machine calmed her 
somewhat. The boy really couldn't be blamed entirely. And once he left her 
house, she'd force herself to forget the incident. Never, never, she 
promised herself, would it happen again. 

Finally, the dryer completed its cycle and Lulu carefully folded up the 
clothes and carried them back to her bedroom and the waiting boy. A sudden 
thought occurred to her, and .she almost smiled. She didn't even know the 
boy's name. But the smile quickly faded. That business of him being sexually 
intimate with his own grandmother sickened her. Shaking her head, she 
attributed such talk to the boy's overactive imagination. At least, she'd be 
soon rid of him, and she'd be able to resume her quiet if uneventful life. 
Of course, she needed sex, the woman told herself but not the perverse kind. 

Lulu's full lips thinned into a frown as she entered her bedroom. The boy 
was sprawled across her bed. Of course, he was still naked but he didn't 
even have the decency to get under the coders, she thought. She tossed the 
clothes on the bed. 

"Get dressed and get out," she snapped, harshly. 

"Sure," the boy said indifferently as he straightened. The flesh of his 
peter glowed with a healthy, pinkish aura which appeared to brighten the 
room. And the fact that the tool was still hairless did make it attractive, 
Lulu had to admit as she stared down at the instrument again. 

The cock hardened. 

Fingering the stiffened shaft, he said, apologetically, "I can't help it 
when I get a hard-on. Sometimes, it stays stiff all day. That's why grandma 
fucks me ... to make it soft again." 

"Don't talk like that," Lulu admonished. "And I refuse to believe your own 
grandmother would be so depraved as to willingly have sexual intercourse 
with you." 

The boy picked up his shorts. "She sure does," he said. "Not only screws me 
but gives me sixty-nine which is my real favorite." 

Lulu blinked. "Sixty-Nine?" she echoed, puzzled. 

The youngster looked up at her, incredulously. "You mean to say you was 
married and you don't know what sixty-nine is? You gotta be kidding. I love 
it better even than fucking." 

"I... I think you'd better get dressed," Lulu said but in spite of the 
severity of her expression, her voice didn't sound convincing. 

Patting the mattress of the bed, the boy said, "Get on, and I'll show you. 
Won't take a minute." 

"Oh, no ... I'd better not. Please go," she said but in a whispery, faint 
voice. 

"There's no fucking connected with it," the lad assured her. "None at all. 
It's just a horny kind of a position to get into." 

Butterflies fluttered around in Lulu's stomach again, and her knees weakened 
to such an extent that she plumped her broad buttocks down on the edge of 
the bed. "Really, I... I don't feel well at all. Please...." 

Ignoring her, the boy stretched out flat on the surface of the mattress, and 
spread his legs. Rigid again, and flooded with a fresh and vigorous supply 
of blood, the cockhead and staff purpled deeper than an over-ripe plum. 
"Come on," he cried. "Won't take a sec. A woman your age oughta know about 
sixty-nine." 

"Yes," Lulu said, resignedly. "I should know." Her eyes remained glued at 
the sight of the discolored, rod-rigid prick. Her fingers twitched with 
desire to cuddle the soft balls. "What do I do?" 

Sounding like an authority on the sixty-nine, the boy replied, "Face the 
other way, towards my bone, and throw both legs over my face. That way," he 
assured her, "your mouth is over my cock and my tongue can lick your pussy 
and asshole." 

Lulu shivered. The muscles of her sphincter fluttered at the thought of 
receiving a soft, moist and very warm piece of tongue flesh. Her asshole 
hadn't been treated to a good tongue job since Dan left her. That part of 
her mind that told her she was expression on his face. She could see the way 
he Tightly gripped by her pent-up and lustful desires, the mature woman 
succumbed to the boy's instructions. Throwing both legs over his face as 
ordered, she assumed the recognized position of the sixty-nine. Indeed, 
their two bodies resembled a sixty-nine with her head down over his cock and 
his face curled up against her ass. She was the six and he was the nine, or 
vice versa. 

From a wall mirror in front of her, she could follow the boy's movements and 
watch the expression on his face. He could see the way he looked up at the 
cheeks of her curvaceous ass with a worshipful gaze. 

"Beeeoootiful," he sighed. "You got my grandma beat a mile." His thin, 
sensitive fingers crept over the curved flesh of her ass. "Hope it smells," 
he said, reverently. "Just love to smell a grown woman's ass." 

In spite of the position that he had willingly assumed, Lulu couldn't help 
but blush and feel flattered. Dan had always loved to smell her ass, too. 
Indeed after she had her fart on the John, her husband had pleaded with her 
to, "Don't wipe your ass good. Love to smell and wipe it with my tongue." 
Now, she remembered that she had sat on the John prior to the arrival of the 
boy. Perhaps there was still a bit of odor for him to inhale. Boldly, now, 
she deliberately spread both cheeks and spread the valley of brown. Again, 
taking the initiative, she shoved her ass in the boy's face. 

"Does it smell good, lover?" she called back over her shoulder. "Is that 
what you're after. My hubby just loved to eat my fragrant ass, too." 

"Oh gawd yes," the kid replied, hoarsely. "Smells good, and all those 
beeeoootiful hairs around your asshole. I... I'm gonna tongue, gonna eat 
your asshole. Here I come," and without uttering another word, he pried 
Lulu's cheeky bum even wider apart and shoved his entire face into the fart 
funnel. His grasshopper-like tongue rolled out and he drove the tip past the 
ringlet of hairs around the orifice. 

"Deeper," Lulu babbled. "Deep down in my shit hole. All the way." For the 
first time in over a year, the warmth of loving, moist tongue penetrated 
Lulu's rectum. Tears flooded her eyes as the image of Dan leaped into her 
consciousness again. Dan was lovingly lapping her ass, she felt strongly. 
Dan's face was immersed deep in the valley of fleshy ass. 

"Oh wipe me, Danny darling," she whimpered. "Wipe my ass with your tongue. 
Don't you love the smell, fucker dear?" 

The boy could hear her yelling but with his face engulfed by the twin hills 
of ass-flesh, he couldn't distinguish the words. Bobbing up and down the 
crevice, he continued to suck the smelly bum. But the odor was far from 
offending to him. To the contrary, his nostrils were inhaling the most 
fragrant of perfumes. 

With the heat of the drilling tongue flooding through her asshole and 
through her entire body, Lulu's spirits quickly soared to the roof of the 
world. Tears were quickly forgotten as she seized the long, stiff, reddened 
bone of prick and shoved the tasty flesh deep into her mouth, or rather her 
throat. The cockhead actually slid far into her oral apparatus but she 
didn't gag. More heat from the blazing skin of prick flowed into her own 
tongue and engulfed her with an even hotter and hornier aura of lust. This 
increase in the temperature of her body, and the sensations the heat 
triggered made her very conscious about the needs of her cunt. Tongue up her 
rectum was marvelous for a while. But after a certain point of feeling was 
attained, she craved that same tongue inside her pussy parlor. And in the 
position of the sixty-nine, she could enjoy the best of both worlds; a 
tongue up her ass, and one up her cunt, too. 

As Lulu sucked noisily on the very young and very stiff erection, she 
maneuvered her rear end around until the thick bush of her crack mopped 
against the boy's face. And since the cuntal lips were already widely 
distended, there was no need to reach back and pull them apart. The wet, 
oystery flesh of inner cunt mashed into the kid's mouth as his fingers dug 
deep into the flesh of the woman's maturely contoured ass. Without 
hesitating for a single second, he stiffened the muscles of his tongue and 
drove the piece of mouth flesh straight ahead, past the thick, hairy lips, 
and deep into the pocket of female flesh that was normally meant to receive 
a hard cock. 

"OHHHHHHH," Lulu shrieked as her head jerked back and her eyes rolled back 
until only the whites were apparent. "DannnEEEEEE ... your tongue up my 
cunt... driving me wild ... WILDDD..." and she proceeded to piston her hips 
back and forth in rhythm with the boy's pump-fucking tongue. In her 
lust-fevered mind, her husband was giving her tongue, laying it up her twat 
like no other man could. The sound of the gulping, smacking noises coming 
from the direction of her rear end was music to her ears. A male was eating 
her box, and she loved every grunt and slurp spiraling from his greedy 
throat and lips. 

As for Lulu, she returned to the delicious dick that was never far from her 
mouth. Her own tongue went to work around the swollen cockhead, up and down 
the pulsating pecker, and all over the soft, boyish balls. She even managed 
to run her tongue between his legs and around his rectum although she 
couldn't quite reach the orifice of brown. 

With both heads and tongues tirelessly working over their respective 
genitals, the explosive point of climax was quickly reached by both parties, 
the middle-aged woman and the twelve-year-old boy. With the entire prick in 
her mouth, Lulu felt the sides swell, or rather balloon up as the cream 
flowed towards the exit. And the walls of her own cunt shot urgent signals 
that they, too, were about to detonate. 

The first drop of cream squeezed through the eye of the cock and was 
greedily engulfed by the woman's moving mouth. Then, a stream of hot, thick, 
gobby cream blew into her mouth, and over her lips as she swallowed, licked 
and sucked with deep, convulsive gulps. Never before in her entire life had 
she tasted such tasty, such delicious cock-cream. The stuff was sweeter than 
honey and she kept sucking on the spurting horn as though she intended to 
pull it off the kid's body. 

Her young lover wasn't exactly idle, either. With his nose, eyes and mouth 
totally immersed in the fuck funnel, he kept on lapping and trying to 
swallow the oily, transparent liquid that kept gushing from the inner walls 
of pussy. Long, curled, pubic hairs poked into his face but he didn't feel 
them. All that mattered was the taste of this old woman's love liquid. His 
face glistened with the tricklings of inner twat but he continued to gulp 
and smack his lips as though he had been dying of thirst. 

Excitedly, Lulu bobbed her rear end up and down to give the boy a taste of 
her ass and cunt at almost the same time. But eventually, the eruption 
slackened, the flow of love lave diminished, and the doors of her pussy 
parlor began to close as the boy's dick started to bend from lack of starch. 
The lust that had gripped Lulu in so fierce and tight a grip faded, and her 
reeling senses grew steady. 

Reality returned with the abruptness of a slap in the face. She jerked her 
face up from off the spent cock, her eyes horrified, her lips twisted in 
anguish. 

"In the name of heaven," she gasped to herself. "What have I done? How lower 
can I sink?" Quickly, she disentangled herself, and rolled off the bed. 

The boy looked at her with a sheepish grin. "Sixty-nine is real great isn't 
it ma'am?" 

As she wiped off her slobbering pussy, Lulu barked, "Get up! Get dressed! 
Never come back to this house again. And don't you dare tell anyone what 
happened. I must have been out of my mind. Insane." Rationalizing, she 
added, "I thought you were my late husband. For a moment, I was insane. 
Never... never will it happen again. I am not a perverse, or immoral woman." 
Her voice broke, "I am not a loose woman at all. I... just want to forget 
such a thing ever happened." 

The boy shrugged and got to his feet. After giving his limpid dick a quick 
wipe with Lulu's towel, he began to dress. "Shit ma'am," he said, "you 
didn't do nothing wrong. My grandma sucks and balls me all the time. It's 
fun. I'd rather get in bed with women like you and grandma then play a lot 
of silly kid games at school." 

"Please go," Lulu urged. "And never breathe this to a living soul. I 
treasure my reputation. I cannot be blamed for a moment's insanity." 

As he gave his fly a final zip-up, the kid continued to smile as though he 
had been through many such experiences with older women who suddenly 
developed a bad conscience after they got their nuts off. He started for the 
door. Then, he stopped. 

"Name's Leroy," he told Lulu. "Don't think I mentioned it before. I live 
alone with my dad who divorced my mom about a year ago. My older brother 
lives with mom. Every weekend I visit my grandma, and stay overnight for her 
to get balled." 

"I am not in the least interested," Lulu assured him. "Please go." 

Nodding, Leroy said, "Just in case you want to get in touch with me, we're 
in the phone book. Dad's name is Oscar Brooks. He won't mind if I come visit 
you, and stay overnight." 

"Leave," Lulu almost shouted, and when she finally shut the door behind him, 
and returned to the bedroom, she stared down at the bed, and mattress with 
the impressions of her ass still very much in evidence. Also, there was a 
lot of cum-spots all over the sheets, and the towel on the floor was more 
evidence of the copious climax on her part and that of the boy, too. 

Lulu sank to her knees alongside the bed, and stared blindly ahead of her. 
"Oh, Dan darling. Forgive me. I... I lost control. Lonely, I'm too lonely. 
But I'll do something about it. I won't be lonely anymore. And, Dan darling, 
I'll... I'll never disgrace you again!" 

But even as she repeated this vow over and over again, she unconsciously 
picked up the towel that was still drenched with the youthful cock cream. 
Without realizing what her hands were doing, she rubbed the towel gently 
against her exposed pussy. 

 Chapter Two 

One way to beat the loneliness business was to get involved Lulu finally 
decided. For a week after the distressing -incident with the twelve-year-old 
boy, the woman had remained in her home like a nun in a monastery. Over and 
over again she vowed both to herself and to Dan's memory that she would 
never slip into the sexual mire again. Yes, she wanted sexual intercourse 
but of a normal kind with a fine and decent man of her own generation. 
During her long marriage she had never shown any craving for little boys. 
Certainly, she didn't want them now. By the end of the week, she finally 
convinced herself that she had been taken advantage of by a sexually 
precocious and lascivious youngster who came from a depraved background. And 
after absolving herself of all or any guilt, an idea struck her, an idea 
that would end her problems of loneliness once and for all. 

The very next day, Lulu dressed in her usual expensive, good taste applied 
at one of her favorite charities, The Daughters of Charity. She and Dan had 
donated many thousands of dollars for the upkeep of the institution. Now, 
she decided, they'd give her a job, an unpaid one of course. Still, it would 
be a job, something to keep her mind off of herself and on the problems of 
those less fortunate. 

Mrs. Cornelius Vander Nook read through Lulu's application with considerable 
interest. "I'm so glad to have you with us," the president of the 
organization beamed at Lulu. 

Lulu smiled back at the tall, and rather buxom gray-haired woman in her 
early sixties. Still handsome despite her age, she was also dressed smartly 
in a tailored suit with her hair swept back in a bun in back of her neck. 
Lulu faintly wondered whether the president's husband appreciated those 
huge, cushiony breasts that swelled out so proudly. 

But the president surprised Lulu when she said, "After I became a widow, I 
found great comfort in helping the less fortunate." 

"You are a widow, too?" Lulu asked. 'Then, you know------" 

"About loneliness? About trying to make it in a society completely geared 
for married couples? Yes, I do, dear. I know all about the problems, a 
middle-aged woman must face. Every one of them," she seemed to add with a 
certain emphasis. 

Lulu wondered whether she was talking about the sexual problem as well but 
the subject never came up. That was one subject she didn't wish to discuss 
with another woman, and so she plunged on. 

"What will my duties be? I'm so anxious to start." 

The president leafed through her assignment book. "Ah, here is a good case 
for you to start with. The Nelson kids. Both of their parents are drunks, 
and our organization has taken the kids under its wing. They still live with 
their parents because we can't legally separate them. But we make sure 
they're taken care of, have proper food, clothing and money for their 
pockets." 

The Nelson kids" Lulu echoed apprehensively. "Two small... girls?" 

"Boys," the older woman replied with a smile. "Two darling boys, one ten, 
one eleven, absolute darlings, I assure you. I've fallen in love with both 
of them." 

Lulu stammered. "Perhaps another case then. Since they're your charges, 
they'd think I was an intruder." She didn't want to get mixed up with boys 
again under any circumstances. 

"Nonsense!" the gray-haired woman blurted. "They'll be good for you. A young 
widow like you. They'll be like your own kids. And," she assured Lulu, "you 
won't have time to think about your own loneliness." 

Lulu gave in. Two boys at ages ten and eleven sounded harmless enough. There 
couldn't be many depraved children at that age. 

"All right," she said. "When do you want me to look in on them?" 

"Right now," came the reply. "We're keeping them home this week because they 
were both coming down with the flu. Of course, their no-good parents are out 
in some bar. Please look in on them and make certain they're okay, and don't 
need anything." Scribbling out the address, the imposing president of the 
charitable organization stood up and handed the slip of paper to Lulu. "Good 
luck," she said, "I know they'll love you. And you'll love them, too." 

The address turned out to be on the other side of the tracks, in the very 
worst part of the city. Lulu looked up at the old gray-bricked tenement 
house and shuddered. She didn't realize that human beings still lived in 
such poverty. Making her way up several flights of wooden, rickety steps, 
Lulu came to 23A, the number that she read on the slip of paper. 

The newly appointed social worker knocked a timid knock and waited, her 
heart beating a trip-hammer-like beat against her ribs. 

Finally, a very young voice piped out, "Who is there, and what in the hell 
do you want?" 

Lulu's mouth flew open but for a moment couldn't find the words to reply. 
Then she remembered that she was dealing with disadvantaged children, and 
had to deal with them on their grounds. She couldn't expect them to have her 
own sense of middle class morals and a sense of what was right and wrong. 

Finally, weakly, she said, "I'm with the Daughters of Charity. Mrs. Vander 
Nook sent me over to find out if you need anything." 

A small boy flung open the door and looked up at Lulu, a broad smile 
creasing his lips. "I'm Teddy, and that's my brother Tad. A slightly taller 
boy, the eleven-year-old one Lulu surmised made an appearance, too. Lulu 
found herself looking down at two sturdy looking youngsters in their 
pajamas. They didn't appear to be very sick. Indeed, they had been bubbling 
with laughter even before Lulu arrived. Something was amusing them. 

The older boy Tad said with a wave of his hand, "C'mon in. You're okay." 

Teddy chirped up. "I told you old Vander Nooky would send us someone we'd go 
for." 

Lulu didn't quite understand. Probably, she thought, they had trouble 
relating with some of the ladies the organization sent out. The boys looked 
cute enough , she decided. And she told herself she'd make every effort to 
try and understand them. She'd be a second mother, or grandmother to them. 

The society woman stepped into a living room that looked as though it hadn't 
been cleaned or dusted for a hundred years. She made a mental note about 
sending over a cleaning lady to brighten the place up. But as she stepped 
into the center of the room, she was surprised to see that a telescope had 
been set up at the window. The boys had been amusing themselves by looking 
up at the sky although it was broad daylight. But as she approached the 
instrument she realized that it was aimed at the apartment building across 
the way. 

"Old lady Vander Nooky gave it to us as a present," Toddy laughed. "Wasn't 
that swell of her." 

"Horse-shit," his older brother spat. "She wouldn't give it to us until I 
promised to show those pictures I made of her." 

"Please, please," Lulu admonished her young charges. "You musn't use 
profanity. And please refer to Mrs. Vander Nook with respect. She is being 
very kind to both of you." 

"More horse-shit," Tad sneered. "She comes around here all the time for some 
of this," and to Lulu's horror opened the fly of his pajamas and stuck out 
his penis. The cock was in a semi-state of erection. 

Not to be outdone by his older brother, young Teddy pulled his fly apart too 
and exposed his shorter but stiffer prick. 

Lulu's face tightened. "I order you both to behave. Now ..." and she waved 
for them to cover their exposures. 

The boys paid no attention to her. Tad said with a sneer, "Take a peek 
through the scope. It'll knock your eyes out." 

Confused, Lulu did as the boy asked, or rather ordered. When she could 
collect her thoughts, she had every intention of making a detailed report to 
Mrs. Vander Nook and question the wisdom of giving aid to this particular 
family. At any rate, it couldn't do any harm to humor the foul-mouthed boy 
and peer through the scope. 

"I don't see a thing," she said after bending over to squint through the 
sights. 

Tad laughed, "You're dumber than my kid brother. Here, let me focus it for 
you, and he fiddled with a lever until outlines of human forms leaped into 
view. The human forms included a woman, a middle-aged one and a boy. The 
telescope was aimed into the bedroom of the adjoining apartment house. 

Lulu's face reddened. "Why this is peeping on your neighbors. Shame on you. 
I refuse to look." 

"Take a real close look," Tad urged. "You'll see someone you oughta 
recognize." Again, he fiddled with the focusing mechanism until the people 
in the room were sighted with a sharpness that made them instantly 
recognizable. 

Lulu sputtered, "Why . . .why . . . it's. . . ." 

"Mrs. Vander Nooky," the boys chorused in unison. "She used to ball us, and 
now she's fucking that good looking kid across the street. Of course, he's 
younger and she sure goes for young nooky. Bought us this telescope when I 
threatened to tell. And she promised to send us over a real hot piece of ass 
when she started taking up with angel-face across the way." 

Part of Lulu wanted her to tear away from the scope and dash wildly out the 
door and never return. But another side of her, the perverse one perhaps, 
wouldn't let her budge. Fascinated and shocked, she stared dumbly into the 
scope at the oddly-matched couple across the way. Mrs. Vander Nook who had 
to be at least sixty, or sixty-five, and the boy, angelic-faced, with 
golden, curly hair and bright, blue eyes. For a while, Lulu simply refused 
to believe her eyes. The couple couldn't be lovers! 

But Mrs. Vander Nook was behaving in a most peculiar way. The couple were 
seated on a couch, she with her arms around the boy and at the moment, they 
were in a heavy kissing embrace. When the old woman pulled her tongue out of 
the boy's mouth, she spoke to him. Lulu had once studied lip reading when 
she thought Dan was going deaf in his later years. She had little difficulty 
now, in making out the words. For a moment, she thought she was going to 
throw up. Old Mrs. Vander Nook was speaking in the foulest way imaginable to 
a boy who looked as though he wasn't any older than nine or even eight. 

"Do you want to look at Mrs. Vander Nook's great, big hairy pussy, darling?" 
she asked the boy as she unzipped his fly and took out his very stiff prick. 
Looking down at the tender sliver of hard flesh, the woman sighed, "It's 
just beautiful, dear," and gave it a squeeze. 

The angelic-looking child piped up, "I want a piss-on. That's what I love 
best. You squatting over me with your great, big, hairy pussy and holding a 
piece of toilet paper paper in your hand. Then, watching you pee and feeling 
it all over me. Oh boy, that's the best trick of all that you taught me." 

Lulu echoed the words. "Taught him?" Was this woman abusing her trust as 
president of a charitable organization by seducing and abusing the 
youngsters that came under her charge. She resolved to report the incident 
the moment she returned to the foundation's office. 

Behind her Tad and Teddy laughed as they stroked their own exposed cocks. 
The older boy said, "I'll bet she's gonna give him a piss-on. That's what 
the kid loves best. He told me so yesterday." 

Lulu had convinced herself that it was her duty to watch every lurid detail 
in order to properly report the incident. She'd document the actions on 
paper, and attest to the accuracy of her observations. Children had to be 
protected from such hypocrites as Mrs. Vander Nook. 

Across the way, the sixtyish-aged woman and the nine-year-old boy stood up 
and headed for the bathroom. Fortunately, the window in that area was also 
accessible to her telescope and without thinking twice about it, she trained 
the sights in the required direction to pick up the action. 

In the bathroom Mrs. Vander Nook pulled off her stylish clothes and seemed 
to take a certain pride and excitement in exposing her body to the rounded 
eyes of the cherubic-faced child. One by one her garments fell away until, 
she stood stark naked in front of her young lover. Lulu had to admit that 
for a woman in her sixties, old Mrs. Vander Nook was well stacked. The tits 
hung down a bit, of course but they were more than ample with large, 
wrinkled, brownish nipples. She did have a bit of a belly but not 
excessively so, and between her legs, an enormous patch of pubic hair curled 
upwards in the form of an inverted triangle. There was so much that it 
almost reached her navel. The lips of cunt pouted through the tangle of 
hair, and her clitoris, her female cock, was in a state of full erection. 
Her clit was almost the size of a human finger. Lulu had never seen a bigger 
one. No wonder the old crone was so horny, Lulu thought. When Mrs. Vander 
Nook turned around to be inspected by the boy, Lulu could make out the shape 
of the woman's rear end. The cheeks were rounded firmly, and the smoothness 
was almost flawless except for a few scars in the area of the crease. 

As for the child, he had the sort of body Lulu had once seen in paintings by 
the Masters, the old classics depicting cherubs and heavenly children. The 
stiffness of his pearly white cock lent an erotic effect to the otherwise 
purity of his firmly-built body. 

"Got any piss in your bladder?" the angel-child asked. 

Mrs. Vander Nook laughed. "You know your granny has always got a barrel full 
of hot, horny pee for her little angel child. But you've got to promise, 
you'll give me a good eating after I finish." 

The blue-eyed boy smirked. "You know I'll eat it up and make you scream for 
more like the last time." 

Mrs. Vander Nook nodded. "Yes, darling. Your fantastic ability to eat cunt 
is why I threw over all the other little boys. You're my one and only 
sweetheart now." 

The boy shrugged. "I don't care who you fuck as long as I get my nuts off. 
C'mon," he gestured, impatiently. Let's get in the tub. I can hardly wait 
'till I feel your hot, yummy pee all over my face and dick." 

Drawing about a quarter of a tub of water, the boy stepped into the tub, and 
sat upright. "What you waiting for?" he demanded to know. "Golly shit, I 
want a face full of steamy, hot old lady pee." Heeding the demands of her 
very young lover, the aged woman stepped gingerly into the tub, and lowered 
her bum over the face of the boy. Finally, she achieved the squatting 
position that every female, human or animal must assume in order to 
discharge the contents of their bladders. 

Lulu gasped, "I... I can't believe it. I simply don't believe my eyes. That 
horrid, old woman is squatting over------" 

Tad and Teddy howled with laughter. Tad, still, chuckling asked, "Haven't 
you ever given a man your piss? Shit lady, you haven't lived yet. Any time 
old Vander Nook squatted over me and pissed, I always ate her out like I was 
never gonna eat any more pussy in my life. Except," he added dolefully, 
"that angel kid can eat cunt better than any man or boy put together. No 
wonder she gave us all the air once she got a sample of that damned kid's 
educated tongue." 

"It's all so ... so disgusting," Lulu shuddered but despite her 
protestations and utterances of indignation, her eyes remained glued to the 
telescope, and there was an unmistakable twitching in the pit of her cunt. 
One droplet of love liquid managed to squeeze through the cuntal door. But 
she was too obsessed by the behavior of Mrs. Vander Nook to give any 
attention to her own body. She did admit to herself j however, that there 
was a bit of excitement to such a position. But purely in a perverse, and 
completely unacceptable way. 

In the bathroom, aged woman and child had taken up their obscene positions. 
The woman squatted over the boy's face that was turned up towards her hairy 
crack. 

"Pee," he begged. "Shoot the golden flow all over my face. But first, 
first...." 

The woman nodded, happily. "Of course, sweetheart. You want to plant a 
great, big, smacking kiss right in the center of my cunt. Yes, yes," she 
encouraged. "Go ahead. Then, let's go, and give you every drop I've got." 

Running both hands beneath the full, curving ass of the gray-haired woman, 
the boy leaned forward, and puckered his lips. "Here it is," he sang out 
pressed his cherry red lips directly against the very hairy box that had 
been fucked many years before the boy was even born. Then, satisfied, he 
leaned back and closed his eyes. 

"Ready," he chirped, cheerfully. "Ready for the golden stream." 

Mrs. Vander Nook didn't disappoint him, nor had she exaggerated her ability 
to force out a tankful of hot, sizzly pee. One drop, golden and shining in 
the light, sparkled on a strand of cunt hair and then fell atop the boy's 
nose-tip. Before he could fully savor the feel and warmth of this drop of 
love liquid, the dam burst. A bladder full of urine flooded out of the crack 
and splashed noisily over the boy's upturned face. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Lulu cried out and turned away, sickened by the sight. "How 
degrading, how lewd. I... I must report this disgraceful behavior." 

But when she turned around, she found her way to the door barred by the two 
boys who still had their cocks exposed. But now both of their genitals were 
stiff and throbbing for action. 

"You're gonna fuck us," Tad informed us. "Mrs. Vander Nook promised she'd 
send around a real good-looking widow woman who'd love to screw both of us 
and at the same time." 

Alarmed, Lulu made another step forward. "Get out of my way," she ordered 
but not in a very strong voice. Fear tugged at the corners of her lips and 
they twitched, uncontrollably. 

As though they had worked out a plan beforehand, both boys dropped their 
pajamas, simultaneously. Now, they stood naked before the startled gaze of 
the social worker. 

Tad handled his erected pole. "Hell lady, you'll love it once you feel it up 
your cunt. All women your age love young cock." 

Teddy started to masturbate. "Hurry," he urged his brother. "Get her to lay 
for us or I'm gonna blow off. I gotta blow!" 

The older boy became threatening. "You heard him lady. Stop farting around 
and bare your hot, horny pussy for us. Old lady Vander Nook told us you were 
ripe to be fucked." 

Lulu's voice broke. "I'll call the police," she managed to get out but just 
barely. "Keep away from me. I'll... I'll yell." 

Tad laughed, mirthlessly. "Go ahead. No one will pay any attention. Jerkoffs 
in this building are always yelling about something. You'll just be one more 
meat-head letting out steam." 

"I want to see her cunt," Teddy wailed. "When am I gonna get a good look at 
her cunt?" 

"Right now," Tad replied as he looked directly at Lulu. "In a minute the 
lady's gonna be begging us to pump her hot, wet pussy." 

Lulu had chosen to wear slacks for her trip into the ghetto area and now she 
regretted this choice of attire. They were held in place with an elastic 
belt that could be easily stretched and pulled down. And that's exactly what 
Tad did. Lightening-fast, he reached out, grabbed hold of the slack belt and 
tugged the pants down. 

"Noooooo," Lulu wailed trying as best as possible to protect panties, the 
last bit of cloth between her and her genitals. But Teddy sneaked up behind 
her, ran the palms of both hands under the briefs and almost ripped them 
off. Her ass, pussy and long, shapely legs were completely exposed to the 
widening eyes of the two, tough youngsters. 

"Boobs," Teddy piped out. "Got to see her boobs jiggle back and forth while 
we pump." 

Tad nodded in agreement. "Off with the blouse lady. My kid brother is a tit 
man. He wants to suck on your jugs. So off with it." 

Lulu looked wildly towards the door. "Help," she screamed, "someone ... 
someone please help me. ..." 

"Shit on you too," Tad spat angrily. "I'll take it off myself arid as his 
pincer-like fingers clawed towards her, Lulu surrendered. If he tore off the 
garment, she wouldn't have it to wear to leave. Her nervous fingers 
unbuttoned the garment and she felt it yanked off her body. The younger boy 
reached up behind her and with strong, expert hands unhooked her bra. In no 
time at all she was standing in the center of the room, naked and terrified. 

"What... are you going to do?" she asked, her voice shaking. 

The boys didn't answer her directly. They were too busy admiring the many 
attributes of her unclothed form. 

"Wow, look at them boobs," Tad enthused. "Could suck on those jugs all day 
long." His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they roamed over her 
hairy vulva area. "And that cunt. Boy do I love .a lot of hair around pussy. 
Feels good when I get my face down there." Then, his lips pursed together in 
a low, long wolf whistle. "Them long legs. What a couple of nutcrackers they 
are!" 

In spite of her agitated state of mind, Lulu couldn't help but feel a bit of 
flattery. And the boy had used the exact expression Dan had employed many 
times when describing her shapely legs. Nutcrackers. She began to feel less 
threatened. Perhaps she could talk them out of any violence. 

"I'll dress and leave," she managed to say. "And I won't say a thing to 
anyone." 

Neither boy paid any attention to her. Young 

Ted had stationed himself in back of the middle-aged woman and his eyes 
remained riveted over the cheeks of her ass. 'They're really something," he 
managed to say at last in a voice that was unusually husky for one so young. 
"Bet it smells good to eat." 

The word eat galvanized his brother. "Eat!" Tad yelped. "What in hell are we 
waiting for?" 

And without another word both boys dropped to their knees and proceeded to 
eat the lady with a gusto that would have done justice to older, experienced 
men. Tad knelt in front of Lulu's pussy, and without a bit of hesitation, he 
dived into the muff. Sticking out his tongue as far as possible, he drove 
the moist weapon past the long, curly hairs and into the cuntal slit. 

"No, no, no," Lulu wailed."Don't do that. It's not right... not right," and 
she took a step backward. 

But that didn't do her any good at all. The boy stationed at her rear end 
clawed the cheeks of her ass apart, and drove his tongue up her asshole. 

"Ohhhhhhahhhhhhnoooooo," Lulu sang out but no longer in a frightened or 
anguished way. The myriad nerve endings embedded around her anus sprang into 
life, and fired off nerve impulses to her brain. Those impulses demanded 
more tongue, more hot, moist, wriggly, lapping tongue. 

And with this demon for more tongue, her clitoris at the summit of her 
cuntal crack leaped up into an erection that was every bit as stiff as the 
cocks on the two lust-filled boys. 

The condition of her female cock did not go unnoticed by Tad who raised his 
lips and ensnared the worm-like she-prick over his tongue. With the head of 
the clit tightly lodged between his lips, he pulled back like a bird trying 
to yank a worm out of the ground. 

Lulu's knees sagged a bit. "Oh gawd," she croaked in what was supposed to be 
a protest. But the deliciously ecstatic sensations flowing through every 
pore of her body took charge of her vocal chords and of the expression on 
her face. "Oh yes, cunt sucker," she yelled, her eyes rolling around, a 
smile transfixed on her face. "Suck my cock. Tongue it, lover." This was 
precisely the way Dan used to eat her pussy. He had always started off the 
suck with a tongue treatment of her clit. "Oh, Danny boy, is that you?" Lulu 
asked still looking up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. "Eat me, Dan. 
Give it to me like only you can." 

Jealous that his brother was getting all the attention, Teddy, with his face 
up Lulu's ass pried her cheeks apart even further and proceeded to eat the 
slightly smelly orifice with a hunger he had never before experienced. 
First, his head bobbed up and down as he gave the brown valley of flesh a 
saliva-drenched lapping. Literally, he was wiping Lulu's ass with his 
tongue. This lapping exercise enabled him to pinpoint the exact location of 
the asshole. Hairs encircled the orifice, and excitement goosed up the flow 
of saliva as he realized that his tongue was sweeping over the shithole. 
Here was the opening he craved to penetrate with his tongue. And as he began 
his next upward sweep of the tongue along the base of the fleshy ass 
crevice, he stopped over the depression and stiffened the muscles of his 
tongue. Taking careful aim, he shoved his entire face ahead with all of his 
strength. The tip of his drooling tongue drove past the sphincter, and into 
the tunnel of rear-end love. Lulu's back arched like the bow plucked back 
with the strength of a sturdy archer. The feel of the velvety tongue, the 
sizzly saliva and the hot breath from the panting boy almost propelled Lulu 
to a premature orgasm. 

"Oh me oh my," Lulu shrieked at the top of her lungs. "What a sensation. Oh 
wowww that's the way to suck my asshole, darling. Only deeper. Deeper up my 
fart funnel. Give me all you've got. Lay it on there. I'll take all of it, 
every inch... every fucking inch____" 

A contest of tongue quickly developed with Lulu in the middle. Not to be 
outdone by his younger brother, Tad, who was still voraciously eating cunt, 
stepped up the tempo of his mouth movements. His face entirely covered with 
cunt hairs, he blindly jabbed his tongue deeper into the woman's juicy box. 

"F ... Fantastic," Lulu warbled. "Don't neglect my cunt, lapper boy. Give it 
to me from both holes," and bending lower in a semi-squat to accommodate her 
oral-boy lovers, she proceeded to piston her hips back and forth to receive 
the tongue-fuck from back as well as front. With knees flexed, she easily 
swung to and fro, shoving her fuck furnace against the kneeling boy in 
front, and then as his tongue curled wildly around inside of the pussy 
purse, she shoved her ass backwards. Young Ted's face disappeared completely 
within the globes of ass flesh but his tongue sank deeper into the now 
distended asshole. To make certain, he stayed up. her bum for the length of 
time demanded by her, Lulu reached back, grabbed hold of Ted's face and 
guided him to the proper spot. Every now and then, she ran his face up and 
down the cleavage as though wiping off her ass with him. 

And as her hips pistoned back and forth, Lulu reached up with her one 
remaining hand and played with her big boobs, and nipples. The ravage by 
two, very young and totally uninhibited tongues quickly brought Lulu to an 
impassioned orgasm. The walls of her vagina began to flutter uncontrollably, 
and then the dam burst. Juices flowed uncontrollably out of the labyrinth of 
love, and into the mouth of the little cunt sucker. His jaws worked back and 
forth until they ached. He simply couldn't get enough juice to swallow. The 
fanny lapper wasn't disappointed either. As Lulu's cunt commenced to climax, 
secretions of a brownish nature flowed out of her rectum and into Teddy's 
eager mouth. These fluids were mostly nervous sweat but collected on the 
walls of the rectum, they were naturally brown, and odoriferous. A fragrant 
odor as far as Ted was concerned. As he sucked, licked and lapped, he also 
inhaled with all his strength. His nostrils quivered as his tongue darted 
back and forth like a starving anteater. 

Finally, exhausted, and depleted of all of her love fluids, Lulu sank to the 
floor, too. Juices still dribbled forth from her cunt crack and the cheeks 
of her ass glistened with liquid, too; the stuff from her asshole and saliva 
from Ted's mouth, too. With her excitement past, and her lusts evaporated, 
sanity gripped the mind, soul and body of the woman again. Looking down at 
her spent pussy as though just realizing what happened for the first time, 
she shoved a clenched fist in her mouth to stifle a scream. 

"Good heavens, what happened? What did I do?" And looking at the boys, "What 
did you do to me?" 

Ted had pulled his face out of Lulu's ass, and he had taken up a position 
alongside that of his older brother, the cunt gobbler. 

The boys looked at each other as though the woman was insane. Finally, Tad 
spoke up. "Shit, lady, ain't you with this world. I just ate your juicy cunt 
and my young brother just got through sucking your ass and licking your 
asshole. Didn't you feel our tongues front and back?" 

"Oh no," Lulu said, wearily. "Not again. I must have been insane. 
Temporarily insane." Then, she remembered. "You wicked boys attacked and, 
and...." 

"Ate you," Tad supplied the word for her. "I ate your pussy and Ted ate your 
asshole, and smelled it too if I'm not mistaken." 

The younger brother whined. "I've gotta fuck. After smelling that asshole 
and laying in tongue, I've just got to get sucked or fucked." 

"Me too," Tad agreed. "Eating pussy makes me horny as hell. I gotta fuck, 
too." 

"No," Lulu's eyes widened in horror. "No, not the final degradation. Let me 
go, and I'll forget what you did. Rape is a very terrible thing to do to a 
woman." 

"Rape?" the boys chorused, incredulously. Tad's face tightened. "Don't go 
using that word with us lady. You wanted tongue up your cunt and asshole in 
the worst way. You wouldn't have blown you box if you didn't. And now," he 
added, ominously, "you've had your kicks and got your nuts off. It's our 
turn, now." 

Lulu started to struggle to her feet. "I'm getting dressed and out of here," 
she said. "Don't you dare lay a hand on me. I've had enough filth for one 
day." 

But the boys were too busy taking up their agreed-upon positions to pay any 
attention to her. Pushing Lulu back on the floor where she sprawled with her 
legs apart, Tad straddled her stomach and slid his long tool between the 
mature woman's jelly-soft jugs. 

"Gonna throw a fuck between your big tits," Tad laughed but his young face 
was hardened with lust and the desire to achieve a climax. 

"No," Lulu protested. "It's ... it's too perverse. 

Too degrading. Anything but that. No one has ever done such a thing to me 
before." 

"Someone's gonna do it to you now, lady," Tad assured her. "Feeling that tit 
flesh against the skin of my prick is heaven. Pure heaven. And when I start 
to cum ... don't be too surprised at what I do...." 

"Do?" Lulu echoed, alarmed. "What- are you going to do?" 

Tad, astride her stomach reached down and grabbed hold of her two breasts. 
"Never mind. "Just lay back, relax and enjoy your tit fuck." 

Meanwhile, Ted had positioned himself between Lulu's legs. "Your cunt's 
still wet from Tad's tongue but I bet it'll feel good when I start to fuck 
it," he piped out. 

The awful truth struck Lulu. Or it seemed to her awful at that particular 
moment. The boy was going to screw her pussy while the older brother rode 
between her breasts. She had never heard such lewd and obscene behavior 
before in her entire life. 

"Keep away from there," Lulu shouted. But to no avail. 

Teddy leaned forward and his hairless tool slid easily between the walls of 
wet and still slobbering snatch. Instantly, the nerve endings in the cunt 
cavity leaped to life, puckered up and created a vacuum to better suck in 
the flesh-covered bone. 

"Aw gee shit," the youngster hissed through clenched teeth. "That feels 
good. So damned shittin' good!" 

Lulu was about to open her mouth in further protest but was unable to force 
words passed her larynx. A new and strange sensation of excitement pimpled 
the skin of her entire body. The opening of her pussy parlor was so large 
that the kid had sunk his balls as well as cock into the orifice. The 
contact of that hairless, young genital inside her pouch rippled nerves in 
back of her spine. 

The mature woman heard herself say, "Shove it in a little deeper, dear. It 
won't hurt you. I want to feel all of the cock and balls up my twat." 

Her cooperation assured, Tad now began to move his very stiff dick between 
Lulu's tits. First, he gathered up both boobs between his hands, crushed 
them over his weapon of cock and created a very tight friction between the 
flesh of dick and the skin of tit. Then, he commenced to pump. 

"Yipes," he managed to yelp through gritted teeth. "Tit skin sure feels 
good. Oh wow, lady but your tits sure give a guy a good fuck," and ceasing 
all further efforts to speak, he started to pump back and forth though 
Lulu's mammaries were indeed the cuntal orifice. And this kind of fucking 
was not even devoid of a certain amount of necessary moisture. Drops of 
cream dribbled through the eye of his cock every so often, and slid back 
under the shaft. Eventually, this fluid worked its way into the pores of the 
female bust, and permitted the rod to slide back and forth at a greater 
speed. And as excitement mounted and as he neared the point of explosion, 
Tad shoved the head of his tool closer and closer to Lulu's mouth. Already, 
the cockhead bumped against her lips which opened encouragingly. 

Lust gripped Lulu until every other normal sensation was stifled. All that 
mattered was cock. Young cock. Skillful cock. Cock to make her cum, again 
and again. 

"Fuck meee," she whined in a high, nasal, trilling whine. "Twin fuck me. 
Give it to my tits, lover. And pump that cunt. At the same time," she kept 
panting. "Both of you cum at the same time. I want to feel that blow of hot 
cream from two pricks at the same time." 

Her lewd, crying demands stung the boys into an extra frenzy of activity. 
The tit-pumper tried different techniques to swell Lulu's pleasure. When he 
thrust forward, he also flexed his knees which brought the cockhead bumping 
against Lulu's lips. 

Craning her neck, the supine woman managed to snare the treasure of penis 
between her lips, dart her tongue beneath the shaft and then let it swing 
back again. 

At her lower extremity, young Teddy was also discovering new ways to fuel 
Lulu's fuck furnace. Reaching under her buttocks, he drove a finger deep 
into the smelly orifice of shit, and as he pumped his balls and cock into 
her stretched slot, he finger-fucked her rectum. 

With both of her holed plugged up and in process of receiving the fuck, Lulu 
commenced to swivel her hips in exaggerated, obscene movements that 
succeeded in forcing the boy's penis and spheroids into her innermost, 
vaginal area. By contracting and expanding the muscles of her sphincter, she 
created a vacuum which pulled the boy's finger much deeper into her asshole. 

Spittle foamed at the corners of the mouth of the lust-possessed woman and 
she shrieked, wept and cursed for more cock, more finger up the brown hole. 
Jumping up and down like two over-wound, mechanical toys, the brothers raced 
towards their respective orgasms. Lulu, too, was rapidly reaching the blow 
... off point, too. Her neck jerked back and forward and around as though it 
was broken. She felt as though all of her bones had jellified and were going 
to flow through her cunt. 

"Gonna, gonna ..." Teddy coughed. 

"Me too!" Ted cried. 

The penis on both boys had enlarged which meant the cock-cream, like rivers 
out of control, was racing towards the exit. And inside of Lulu, she thought 
a dam had burst. Throwing both legs straight up into the air to form the 
letter V, she reaped, "Blow ... Blowing... Bloweeenggg------" 

Oily, vaginal fluid splashed through her box at the precise moment, her 
cunt-fucker shot his load deep into the twat tube. And not more than a 
micro-second later, the breast buster's cock swung up at an angle that was 
almost parallel to his body, and shot out his sex syrup. But as he realized 
the explosion was due, he leaned forward and shoved the cockhead into Lulu's 
wet lips. Eagerly, voraciously those lips engulfed the head, sucked in the 
shaft and let the meat gun spurt its gobby contents over her tongue and down 
her throat. She continued to suck on the softening peter to extract every 
possible drop. 

Finally, the cream depleted bodies disentangled. The two boys fell off of 
Lulu's body, and she rolled over away from her two, little boy lovers. And 
once again, sanity flooded back into every pore of her being. 

"What... what happened?" she asked as she stared dumbly down at her drenched 
pussy, and at the puddles of boy-cream that still remained on her breasts. 
Sitting up with a start, she demanded to know, "What happened? What did you 
do to me?" 

The boys stared at her in amazement. "You dippy, or something?" Tad asked. 
"We just got through giving you a twin fuck." 

Ted enthused. "You sure a terrific lay. One of the best fucks I've ever had. 
A helluva lot better than old lady Vander Nook." 

Galvanized by shame and conscience, Lulu leaped to her feet, and gathered up 
her clothes. "This is dreadful! I'm going to have a talk with this Mrs. 
Vander Nook. I'll put a stop to this abuse, at once." 

Tad laughed. "You won't get any help from old lady Vander Nook. She loves 
boy cock too much. Hell, you two ladies ain't the only ones that we have 
screwed." 

The younger brother asked, innocently, "Don't all old ladies love to suck 
and fuck young kids?" 

Pulling on her slacks and buttoning her blouse, Lulu ran to the door. "I'll 
put a stop to this sort of thing." She had been taken advantage of by Mrs. 
Vander Nook, and the two degenerate boys. She had been raped against her 
will. Her conscience demanded that she confront the horrid, phony woman who 
had been pretending to do so much good. Mrs. Vander Nook was merely using 
the charitable organization to further her own lewd and lustful ends. 

That is going to stop, Lulu vowed. 

 Chapter Three 

Her eyes blazing, Lulu charged into the office of Mrs. Vander Nook who 
looked from her desk with astonishment. "I demand an explanation!" Lulu 
shouted at the president of the charitable organization. "And it had better 
be a good one." 

The handsome, gray-haired woman looked up at Lulu with narrowed, thoughtful 
eyes. "You mean the two boys?" 

"I mean," replied Lulu with considerable agitation, "those two perverted, 
obscene brats. They ... they raped me," she added but her voice dropped to a 
whisper when she mouthed the word, "rape." 

"Raped you?" the older woman echoed, surprised. "According to the account, 
you enjoyed every second of their attentions." 

"They ... they forced me," Lulu replied but hesitantly now. She wondered how 
much old lady Vander Nook knew. 

That question was quickly answered when the president of the Daughters of 
Charity plugged in a tape. Lulu's voice spiraled up from the machine. 

"Fuck me," Lulu heard herself say in a lust-charged way. "Drive your 
twin-pricks up my cunt and through my tits. And into my mouth. Give me cock. 
I'll take all you can give ..." and so on went the tape. 

"Blackmail," Lulu whispered, frightened and incredulous. 

The other woman hastened to assure her. "No, not at all. The boys always 
keep a tape running. Just to keep the record straight. But," she added, "I 
thought you knew... I mean... we are a charitable organization. We do help 
less fortunate families. But all of our volunteer workers are... are widows, 
or divorcees. Middle-aged women or older who need a sexual outlet. We help 
others, and we also help ourselves. It works out splendidly, don't you 
think?" 

Amazed, Lulu sank into a chair. "You mean to tell me...'. ?" 

Mrs. Vander Nook nodded with a smile. "Forgive me, I thought you knew. Oh 
come now," she laughed, "it wasn't that bad. Sounded to me as though you 
loved the attentions of those two little fuckers. Older women love them." 

"I simply don't understand," Lulu moaned, and she wasn't exaggerating. Her 
mind reeled, befuddled. Older women who deliberately took advantage of 
little boys for sexual pleasure were acting contrary to her every belief 
against everything she had been raised to believe in and accept. The fact 
that she had lost her husband didn't mean to say, she had also lost all of 
her morals. 

As though reading her mind, the other woman said gently, "We've all been 
through the terrible ordeal of widowhood. Of finding ourselves without a 
male companion. Suddenly, we're no longer wanted in a world of happily 
married couples. We're odd balls, women without mates. We don't fit in. We 
not only go crazy from loneliness but from lack of...." 

"Sex," Lulu supplied the word in a calmer, steadier tone of voice. 

"You do understand," Mrs. Vander Nook beamed. "Exactly. Lack of sex. And 
where are we supposed to go for it. I'm in my sixties but men my age are 
just too damned old. I need cock, plenty of it and stiff." 

Lulu fidgeted uncomfortable at such frank language. "Yes. .. but...." 

"No buts," the president replied quickly. "I'm not about to support a 
gigolo, and pay for sex. That would be too degrading. And so, we ladies got 
together, and decided the best outlet of all could be provided in...." 

"Young boys?" Lulu asked, still incredulous. 

"Young boys," the big-bosomed, mature woman replied, emphatically. "And for 
a number of considerably valid reasons." 

"Valid reasons?" Lulu still sounded doubtful. 

"First of all, they love older women," Mrs. Vander Nook elaborated. "They 
don't want any money. And they are capable of getting the stiffest bone on 
imaginable. And not only do they bone up easily, they can get another 
erection on in a matter of minutes after spilling out one, big load of cum." 

Lulu shook her head. "It's against every thing I believe in. I just can't 
buy that sort of thing. It... it happened to me," she confessed, "but I was 
taken advantage of. It will never happen to me again. Sexual intercourse 
with young boys is wrong. Very wrong." 

"Your attitude needs reshaping," the other assured her. Then, Mrs. Vander 
Nook glanced at her watch. "I have an idea that may change your mind," she 
said, and elaborated the details of that idea. 

According to Mrs. Vander Nook she was going to interview a ten-year-old boy 
in a matter of minutes. He came from a needy family, and required financial 
assistance with school books, and with music lessons he wanted to take. Mrs. 
Vander Nook had persuaded his parents to let him come to her office alone in 
order that she might better interview him, and assess his eligibility for 
assistance. 

Lulu stirred uncomfortably. "And you intend to have sexual relations with 
him." 

"If I'm attracted to him that way, and if he is mature enough to handle a 
good fuck," came the reply. Rubbing a palm over the crotch area of her 
business suit, Mrs. Vander Nook confessed, "I've been feeling horny all day. 
My cunt's been twitching and sending me signals. I need cock, and young 
cock. The younger the better as far as I'm concerned. And the stiffer the 
better." 

Lulu blushed but she had to admit that there was a certain excitement and 
pleasure too in hearing another woman voice aloud her own needs. Of course, 
she needed sex but not with boys, she quickly assured herself. Still, she 
decided, it wouldn't do any harm to watch Mrs. Vander Nook handle the 
interview with the boy. 

"Shall I leave when he arrives?" Lulu asked. 

"No, not at all. I want you to watch. And watch with open, unprejudiced 
eyes. I want you to see the happiness in the boy's face and eyes, the 
pleasure I'm giving him, and he is giving me." 

"I... I'll try not to be prejudiced," Lulu said in a small voice. But she' 
knew that she was already very much prejudiced against such a thing. 

Mrs. Vander Nook opened the desk drawer and handed Lulu a strange looking 
instrument. 

"What on earth is it?" the younger woman asked as she handled a pole-like 
instrument that resembled a male penis. 

The gray-haired woman nodded. "It's exactly what it looks like. An 
artificial prick, balls and all." 

Lulu continued to look puzzled. 

The other woman explained. "If I decide to fuck this kid, the action is 
going to be very hot. You'll get hot. You can jack off with that thing while 
you watch." 

Lulu fingered the cock-shaped instrument with a certain amount of 
excitement. Her own masturbatory efforts had never been particularly 
successful. Would she hit an explosive orgasm with such a tool? she 
wondered. In a way, it comforted her to realize that she wasn't the only 
widow-woman with a problem. Still, Mrs. Vander Nook's solution to that 
problem with young pre-teen boys was not the answer as far as Lulu was 
concerned. 

She handed the dildo back to Mrs. Vander Nook. "I don't think I'll want to 
use anything like this," she said. "In fact, I have to leave. I'm no longer 
in a position to condemn you. But I can't condone such behavior. Naturally," 
she added, "I'm dropping my membership in the Daughters of Charity." 

But Mrs. Vander Nook refused to accept the return of the artificial cock and 
she wouldn't hear of Lulu's resignation. "At least suspend judgement until 
the boy comes. If you think it is degrading then you have a right to your 
choice. But if the scene excites and pleases you, then remain as an active 
member of our secret boy-fucking society." 

Lulu was about to stand up and leave when the door opened, and a 
ten-year-old boy entered, timidly, hesitantly, embarrassed to find himself 
in the company of two matronly women. 

"Come right in, darling," Mrs. Vander Nook smiled at the newcomer. She 
introduced Lulu and herself as the boy settled into a chair alongside of 
Lulu and in front of Mrs. Vander Nook. According to the records that Mrs. 
Vander Nook read aloud, the boy's name was Tommy Crenshaw, age ten, and 
lived with his maternal grandmother, an aged woman who couldn't properly 
take care of him. The grandmother had applied to the Daughters of Charity 
for financial assistance. The boy was a product of a broken home and rarely 
saw his real parents. He needed love and attention, Mrs. Vander Nook had 
penciled in the margin of her report on the boy. 

After reading the report aloud, Mrs. Vander Nook placed the papers down on 
the desk, and quietly scrutinized the physical assets of the youngster. 
Lulu's eyes roamed over the boy's body, too. The boy was thin and dark with 
unruly, curly hair that fell past his neck and ears. The narrow, slight body 
made him look even younger than his ten years, and his legs were short and 
spindly. But the tight, cotton trousers revealed a bulge between his legs 
that would have done justice to a full-grown man. The slumbering dick and 
balls created a protrusion that made Lulu want to reach out and take hold. 
Mrs. Vander Nook's eyes bore into the cloth of the trousers and were lewdly 
analyzing the anatomy of the boy's genital organs. Her breathing came faster 
and she was compelled to spread her legs wider apart to let the heat flow at 
an unimpeded rate through her cunt crack. The"" pupils of her eyes dilated 
as though she was already in the throes of passion. There wasn't a doubt 
that she intended to make the boy. 

But how? Lulu wondered. How was this gray-haired, stout woman of past sixty 
going to make the boy. Was he at the age of puberty? Probably, Lulu guessed, 
he wasn't even interested in sex as yet. And yet, he was hung so 
beautifully. Perhaps, old Mrs. Vander Nook could arouse his sleeping 
interests. She had dropped the dildo in her purse when the boy had entered 
the room. Now, Lulu opened the purse, and nervously fingered the instrument. 
Would she get to use it or not? It would all depend on the way Mrs. Vander 
Nook went about seducing the boy. 

With her eyes still fixed tightly on the boy's crotch area, Mrs. Vander Nook 
asked, "Would you like to go to camp, darling? Be with other boys your own 
age, and play games?" 

The boy spoke for the first time. "Oh, yes. That would be keen. I'd love to 
go." 

His voice, surprisingly deep and vibrant for one so young excited both of 
the matrons. In spite of herself, Lulu felt a hungry, gnawing sensation in 
the pit of her own genitals. Her fingers curled around the shaft of the 
dildo. And she waited for 

Mrs. Vander Nook to make her first move. 

The tall, buxom president stood up. "Then, we'll have to examine you, dear. 
Insurance regulations, you know. All boys must be physically fit before they 
are sent to our camp." 

The boy stood up, too. "You mean, you've got a doctor in the next room?" he 
asked. 

Mrs. Vander Nook laughed, "No, sweetheart. I also happen to be a registered 
nurse. I can examine you, precious. Mrs. Vander Nook knows how to take care 
of her little boys." 

The boy looked happily excited. "And if I'm okay, you'll send me to camp?" 

"Yes," the woman murmured. "Ill take you there, personally. But let's get 
the examination over with. Into the next room with you." 

Lulu stood up, too and followed the oddly matched pair into the examination 
room. The only furniture in the room was one large bed. 

The boy looked puzzled. 

But Mrs. Vander Nook's cheery face calmed any doubts. "Off with your clothes 
dear heart. I'll examine your heart, and other things too." 

"My ... my clothes?" he echoed, surprised. "All of my clothes?" 

"All of your clothes," Mrs. Vander Nook assured him. "I have to be thorough. 
Hurry dear, you needn't be embarrassed in front of a nurse." Nodding at 
Lulu, she quickly added "And Mrs. Morrow is a camp counselor. You needn't 
have a single worry. So hurry, dear. We're wasting time." "I want to go to 
camp," the boy rationalized, and there wasn't a doubt that the only way he'd 
get there was to pass a physical examination. Sitting on the side of the 
bed, he started to disrobe. 

"I'll help," Mrs. Vander Nook sang out, and knelt on the floor between his 
legs. Reaching up, she took hold of his fly zipper, and pulled it down. 

The boy looked started. "Oh, wait a minute," he cried out. "That's my____" 

"I know what it is," the kneeling woman assured him. "I help little boys 
undress all the time. You just relax, and we'll get this examination over 
with as soon as possible." 

Lulu surprised herself by calling out, "That's right, you do as Mrs. Vander 
Nook tells you." Moist between her legs, the widow could hardly wait to 
watch the action, and apply the dildo up her crack. Lust was fogging her 
mind again. In her last rational second, she told herself that she must be 
as perverse as Mrs. Vander Nook. But there couldn't be a doubt in her mind. 
She was on fire to watch the old woman make the kid, and she could hardly 
wait to start jacking off. 

As she yanked on the boy's fly zipper, Mrs. Vander Nook slid one hand under 
the cheek of one boy-buttock. Her forefinger curled and the tip found its 
way up his tiny rear-end hole. 

"Ohhh," the boy gasped. "You've got your finger------" 

"To give me leverage, dear," the woman explained with her snakelike eyes 
held fixedly towards the boy's crotch. In a moment, she'd satisfy her own 
curiosity, and Lulu noticed that the well-manicured fingers of the older 
woman were shaking. 

But when she finally succeeded in pulling the zipper all the way down, the 
boy's shorts prevented her from taking a good look at the cock. Impatiently, 
she clutched hold of the trousers and yanked them off. 

"Can't examine you with these pants on," she panted. "And take those shorts 
off too," she ordered. Her voice now became harsh with lust. 

Lulu took the dildo out of her purse, and sat down on a chair opposite the 
bed. Without another moment of hesitation, she tugged up her skirt and 
dropped her panty to reveal the hairy twat. 

"Hurry on," she exhorted Mrs. Vander Nook. "I've got to see action. I've got 
to treat my you-know-what. Hurry!" 

The boy stared with bulged eyeballs towards Lulu and her exposed pussy. "Is 
she going to get examined, too?" he asked no one in particular. From the 
evident interest he displayed in exposed cunt, there couldn't be a doubt 
that he had reached the age of sexual awakening. Perhaps, he had already had 
sexual experiences. Claw-like, Mrs. Vander Nook's fingers almost ripped off 
his under shorts, and the dick, like a coiled spring unwound. The snakelike 
hose tumbled out of the shorts and dropped between his legs. But with two 
females present, and with one exposing her pussy, the meat of cock didn't 
remain supine very long. 

"This is absolutely adorable," the gray-haired woman exclaimed in a hard, 
raspy, lust-charged voice. "The most adorable, the most suckable boy-cock 
I've ever seen." 

The boy's attitude changed, too. He knew where he stood, and he certainly 
knew what the ladies wanted. The experience wasn't exactly new to him. 
"Shit," he giggled. "You carry on worse than my teacher at school when she 
keeps me late. She keeps telling me how beautiful and big my prick is. I 
almost have to shove it in her mouth to keep her quiet." 

Mrs. Vander Nook's voice trembled. "I'll... I'll show you my cunt, too. Does 
darling cock-boy want to look at my big, old hairy box?" 

"Yeah," the kid replied. "I love to look at pussy. And the hairier the 
better. Like to look at an old woman's big, fat ass, too. Do you have a big, 
fat ass?" he asked the president of the ladies organization. 

"Judge for yourself," she chirped like a school girl as she quickly divested 
herself of her clothes. Huge mammaries tumbled out of the confines of the 
brassiere, and a lot of cheeky ass spilled out of the removed girdle. The 
hairs around her cunt slit were entirely gray and curled up the lower 
portion of her belly until they almost reached her navel. The lips of her 
genitals were thick, and at the top, the clitoris extended out in an 
advanced state of erection. There wasn't a doubt that little boys turned her 
on. 

"Turn around," the boy ordered,"I wanna look at your big, fat ass." 

"Yes, dear," she said dutifully. "You can look at my ass to your heart's 
content. You can even...." 

"Kiss your ass," Tommy supplied the words with b laugh. "All you old gals 
want a boy to kiss and tongue your assholes." 

"I like that, too," Lulu piped out as she started to insert the dildo inside 
her cunt. "Hurry on and kiss Mrs. Vander Nook's ass while I... take care of 
myself." 

The boy faced both women and took hold of his elongated tool. Despite his 
tender years, the organ must have reached a length of seven or eight inches. 
A grown man would have been proud of such an appendage. But to see one on 
such a small boy was a spectacle that aroused both mature women. From the 
way the skin on the undershaft kept vibrating, blood was continuing to pump 
into the aroused cunt-sticker. And the cockhead had discolored to a rich, 
deep purple. The pores at the head glistened with moisture, and one drop of 
cream bubbled out the eye of the dick. 

Despite the fact that she had turned her back on the boy, a mirror on the 
wall permitted her to examine his every reaction. There couldn't be any 
doubt that this kid was already a confirmed ass man. His eyes rounded as he 
endeavored to drink in every bit of the fleshy ass as possible. There was a 
lot of ass to examine. Mrs. Vander Nook was a big-boned woman with huge, 
cushiony breasts and massively proportioned buttocks. The cheeks presented a 
rather wide cleavage, and the boy spread one of the globes aside to peer 
inquisitively into the fleshy valley of shit. 

"Wow," he exclaimed, sniffing the orifice. "I can still smell something. 
Love to smell ass on an old woman." 

Growing impatient, Lulu cried out, "Hurry on and do something. I want to 
masturbate in .the worst way, and I don't want to start pumping until I've 
got something hot to watch. I want to make certain I blow out this time." 

Tommy turned towards Lulu. "Piss on that jacking off stuff. That's for kids. 
I'm going to eat and fuck you, too." 

Flabbergasted, Lulu replied, "you can't do that to both of us." 

"At the same time," he assured her. Then, he added with a smirk, "My teacher 
has a sister. They taught me how to ball two women at the same time." 

Mrs. Vander Nook winked towards Lulu. "Let him have his way. Sounds like 
fun." And pointing to the mammoth cock. "I just think he can do it." 

Lulu sounded skeptical. "I just don't see how. Grown men have tried to do 
that, and failed. This little fellow is merely a boy, a ten-year-old boy," 
she added with amazement. 

"Take all your clothes off, too," Tommy ordered, "and lay down on the bed. 
Both of you," he ordered in a take-charge voice of authority. 

"All right, darling," the two women sighed in unison. They loved masterly 
type kids. Already the tunnel in both cunts was filling up with droplets of 
love juice. 

As instructed, the two women dropped their buttocks on the edge of the 
mattress, and stretched back. Tommy knelt on the floor between them. 

He shouted up. "Now raise up both legs and clasp your knees with your 
hands." 

Dutifully, they complied. Now, they were laying in such a way to expose 
their respective cunts to the boy who was kneeling in front of them. A 
generous portion of ass was also revealed to him. At any rate, he could 
examine both of the hairy boxes, and both were within striking distance of 
his tongue. Certainly, it was physically possible for him to dart back and 
forth and tongue both genital organs provided he was swift enough. 

"Hurry and start sucking," Lulu cried out. "I can hardly stand this 
waiting." 

"Me too," Mrs. Vander Nook shouted. "Do something. "Lick pussy or asshole, 
or I'm going to start jacking off. I can't stand this suspense any longer." 

Tommy grinned. He loved to hear old women beg for his services. It made him 
feel important and needed. "Here I come," he laughed, and stuck his tongue 
out. 

First, he speared the hairier but older box of Mrs. Vander Nook. His 
youthful tongue penetrated past the cleft and slid down into the fleshy 
valley where only cock are supposed to travel. 

"Ohhhiiiahhh," the old woman chortled. "S suck me, lover. Suck my old, gray 
cunt." 

But like the head of a woodpecker, Tommy bobbed his head out of her slit and 
rammed his tongue into Lulu's cunt. 

"Geeeeeezis," she yelped. Without a doubt, she felt she was getting treated 
by the most educated tongue that had ever lapped her pussy. Better even, 
than Dan, she admitted to herself. This ten-year-old boy was a better cunt 
lapper than Dan. fox the first time, she made such an admission to herself. 
And this time, she wasn't fantasizing that Dan was eating her. She had a 
much firmer grip on reality. A boy was licking her pussy. He couldn't have 
been more than ten, and she was loving every swipe of the tongue. The very 
fact that her lover was exceedingly young, and sexually talented excited her 
all the more. For the first time, she was admitting to herself that perhaps 
a young boy could make a satisfactory bed mate. At the moment however, she 
wasn't wasting too much time on the pros and cons of a preteen boy lover. 
Lulu was concentrating on getting eaten in the most satisfactory way 
possible. To this extent, she kept rotating her hips, and wriggling her 
pussy to catch the tongue in her most sensitive spots. 

The boy was a dynamo of energy. One moment, his tongue disappeared inside of 
Lulu's love box, the next moment he was lapping away at Mrs. Vander Nook's 
gray-haired cunt slot. 

Both women were screaming their respective heads off. "That's right," Lulu 
urged. "Right there ... right there ... now pull on it... pull on my 
she-prick... run your tongue around it. Ohhhhh that's right honey-cock, 
that's right ... ohhhh that's right____" 

Most of Lulu's cries were drowned out by the louder, and much hoarser and 
probably more excited voice of the older woman. More experienced with young 
boys, Mrs. Vander Nook wasn't restrained by any inhibiting conscience. She 
let herself go both mentally and physically. Her shouts of exhortation were 
much lewder and more obscene than anything Lulu could come up with. "Chew my 
cunt up lover," she screeched, "Gobble it down and spit it out again. Give 
me a good mouth job, and I... Ill give you a hot piss-on. Hurry, and make me 
cum. I need it, need ittttt____" 

Swiveling his head back and forth between both of the female genital organs 
that were thrust so invitingly in his face, the boy's educated tongue lapped 
both ladies to a climax at the same time, or almost at the same time. 

Throwing her legs back until her toes almost touched her face, Mrs. Vander 
Nook exposed two, fleshy but very shapely cheeks of ass, and her entire 
hairy organ as well. The skin of her ample belly-crippled as the inner walls 
of her cunt fluttered agitatedly. Juices began to spill unabatedly through 
the mouth of cunt. Opening his mouth as wide as possible, the boy knelt 
under the fuck faucet and let the pussy-scented liquid run into his mouth. 
His tongue, jaws and throat muscles worked in unison and as hard as possible 
to swallow every drop before Lulu started to gush. 

But he was still drinking from the fountain of fuck when Lulu's head snapped 
back, her eyes rolled crazily around in their sockets, and her strained 
voice burst through her lips like a hurricane. 

"Cunt's on fire," she bellowed. "Burning up. Going... going...." and 
finally, as foamy spittle whistled through her teeth, "Gone!" 

Now, the boy twin-cunt sucker was compelled to dart his head away from the 
older woman's box, and attend to the needs of the younger woman. Lulu's 
river of love must have tasted sweeter to the lad for his jaws worked much 
harder, and his tongue lapped at a more frenetic rate to ensnare every drop 
of the precious honey-sweet nectar. 

Both women had thrown their legs back of their heads in order to give the 
boy freer access to their holes. And he tried in the most valiant way to 
plug each hole and keep them plugged with his flying tongue. First his lips 
and tongue smothered Lulu's cunt, and then her asshole, and then over to 
Mrs. Vander Nook who received the same cunt-asshole treatment. And then, 
back again to Lulu's slobbering slot. 

Finally, both flows diminished and the trickle subsided to a few drops. His 
face glistening with smeared cunt-cum, the boy pulled his face away and 
happily surveyed his work. Puffing with pride, he piped out. 

"You both blew. Both you old cunts blew out a load. Wow. I made both of you 
cum at the same time. Now," he added as he stood up, "it's my turn." 

The women dropped their legs and remained in a supine position, too 
exhausted to get up. But Mrs. Vander Nook did ask, "Are you going to fuck 
both of us, too, lover?" 

"Uh huh," the boy replied, nonchalantly. The experienced lad had 
participated in threesomes with older women before. He knew exactly what had 
to be done, and how to do it. 

Lulu struggled up onto one elbow. "Fuck both of us?" she asked, wide-eyed. 
"Impossible! Not even a grown man can do that." 

Standing up, the boy grabbed hold of his elongated, and very stiff cock 
which could have belonged on a mature man. "I ate both of you," he said, 
"and I intend to fuck both of you." 

"At the same time?" Mrs. Vander Nook interjected. Despite her experience 
with a variety of young boys, she had never encountered such a resourceful 
nor confident lad. "How is that possible?" 

"Get on your knees and elbows," the boy ordered. "Doggy style. Gonna screw 
you both like you were dogs with hot cunts." 

The women scrambled to get in position. Lulu remained skeptical. "I think 
he's in for a disappointment," she whispered. 

"I can do it," the boy shouted, his ego stung. "Done it before with old 
women and can do it again. Just do like I say for you to do." 

In the center of the bed, both Lulu and Mrs. Vander Nook assumed the classic 
position of the canine population. On knees and elbows, their heads touched 
the bedsheet and their respective buttocks were well-exposed in mid-air. The 
cunts on both females were already well-lubricated from their orgasms. Yet, 
it appeared to be an impossible task. The boy's penis was long for one of 
such tender years but it would have to be much longer for him to accomplish 
such an unusual feat. 

When Lulu and her companion were ready, the boy got on his knees behind and 
between them. His eyes ravishing the curves of the spread asses, he came to 
a decision. He'd plant cock into the older woman's box first since it was 
wider, wetter and easier to penetrate. Then, he'd take care of the younger, 
more attractive lady with the tighter-looking cunt. 

Prying the gray-haired lady's buttocks apart, the boy shoved his cock into 
her deep and wide twat tunnel. Despite its size, he was able to make contact 
with the walls. 

Mrs. Vander Nook gasped, "Oh my gawd, he really is fucking me," and she 
started to rotate her hips and shove them back to make the penetration all 
the more sensuous and exciting. What the boy lacked in length, he made up in 
rigidity. She had never felt a stiffer prick in her cunt, and responded 
accordingly. She had lost a lot of juice from the previous attentions of 
tongue. But now, the walls of pussy started to spasm again, and fling out 
more liquid. 

After a series of hard and determined thrusts back and forth, the ambitious 
fucker, pulled his dick out of the slot entirely, skittered over behind Lulu 
and without wasting a single second, rammed the dripping pole deep into the 
younger woman's love hole. 

"Oh yeah," Lulu sang out, twisting her head over her shoulder. "Pump, lover. 
Pump me out another hot cunt-blow." 

Driving several of his fingers into her wet asshole, the lad proceeded to 
piston back and forth is a series of hard-hitting and accurate thrusts. With 
a smaller female box to work with, he was able to touch all bases, the 
sides, the base and with one free hand reached under and jiggled her clit. 

"Up a wall," Lulu wailed. "You're driving me up a wall. Gonna cum soon ... 
soon ..." 

Having achieved his initial objective of bringing her close but not to the 
point of orgasm, the boy again pulled the drenched tool out of cunt, 
skittered back to the other impatiently waiting ass, and drilled up Mrs. 
Vander Nook's twat tube again. 

The woman's lips twisted back as more foam bubbled out the corners of her 
mouth. "All the way, lover," she urged. "All the way. Blow me all the way." 

There wasn't any doubt that the horny senior citizen was rapidly approaching 
the orgasmic point of release. Her cheeky ass rotated around, and she jerked 
her hips back and forth in unison with the pumping cock. The boy decided to 
remain with her until she did achieve climax. But he would have to be 
extremely careful about exploding, too. He would have to save his cream for 
the younger, good looking cunt who was anxiously awaiting his attentions. He 
gave himself another three pumps to reach his goal. Gathering up his 
strength, he began to count. 

"One . .. two ... and ..." but he never reached the third count. With only 
two thrusts completed, he felt a heat wave flow out of the inner recesses of 
the old woman's cunt. The intense wave of heat was followed immediately by a 
river of female cum that scorched the head and shaft of his dangerously 
throbbing peter. He realized instantly that he was only micro-seconds away 
from his own climax. 

Pushing himself away from Mrs. Vander Nook's ass, he took one, long stride 
with his knees and pressed his belly against Lulu's quivering cunt. Without 
looking down to make certain his aim was on target, he humped forward. 
Fortunately his instinctive push was on target. The cock whistled past 
Lulu's cuntal lips and into the pussy pocket. 

"Go," Lulu urged. "Go, go, go," and in very much the manner of her older 
friend, rotated her hips and puckered the lining of her cunt to tighten the 
friction between the respective male and female genital organs. 

This time, the boy let everything hang out. No longer trying to restrain his 
own climax, he fucked for his own benefit now. And his goal was quickly 
achieved. Not more than three thrusts at the very most brought both Lulu and 
himself to the blow point. 

Afraid, he'd take out his cock before she was ready, Lulu reached back under 
his legs, grabbed hold of the lad's nuts and held him in position against 
her ass until the last drop of his creamy semen had dropped into her 
yearning cunt. 

"Ohhhjeezusss," Lulu warbled. "I'm still cumming, still cumeeengggg." 

She simply couldn't believe that she was capable of such a discharge. Even 
Dan, during the vigorous fucking days of his youth, had never delivered such 
service. Apparently, the young fucker had hit a certain spot that triggered 
off a veritable Niagara Falls of an orgasm. Or was it the way he had handled 
the entire scene? Or, Lulu wondered, was it the fact that he was so young? 
Was she really attracted to young cock? 

Behind her back, the boy's knees crumpled after his dick completed the task 
of fucking two mature women at almost the same time. 

Mrs. Vander Nook turned and grinned at the kid with undisguised admiration. 
"That was the best piece of ass I've ever had. And unabashedly, she asked, 
"Will you come live with me and keep my cunt pacified?" 

Wiping off his semen-spattered penis, the kid shrugged, "Why not? I have to 
fuck, too. But I'll want you to buy me anything I want. A lot of old women 
want to screw me, too." 

"Anything you want," Mrs. Vander Nook promised without hesitation. "I could 
even adopt you if things work out." 

The boy's instrument began to thicken again. "I always wanted a mom of my 
own I could eat and fuck. That would be the greatest." 

The gray-haired woman held out her arms, "Come to mommy," she urged. "I've 
always wanted a son that would sleep with me and give me stiff cock whenever 
I needed it." 

The prick leaped up to a full-blown erection. 

"Yeah," he whispered as lust wrinkled the corners of his smooth, young face. 
"A mother of my own to fuck whenever I craved a hot piece of ass," and 
without uttering another word leaped onto the bed and into the 
sixty-year-old woman's arms. His head disappeared between her enormous tits. 
"Mom," he cried, "mom, I want to fuck you." 

Mrs. Vander Nook turned around, and reached back. Seizing one cheek of her 
very big ass, she pulled it apart to reveal the inner valley, the 
hair-encircled asshole, and a scent of the very special and expensive 
perfume she sprayed her buttocks, and rectum with. 

"Suck my ass first, son," she urged him. "I want my son to eat mommy's ass 
and tongue her asshole. Will you do that for your loving mother?" she asked 
in a teasing way. 

"Yeah," the kid said as his eyes saucered. "You got a delicious looking ass, 
mom," he told his newly acquired mother. And if getting it eaten by your own 
son is what you want, that's what you're gonna get." 

"Suck," she urged with an urgency in her voice. "Suck my ass, and go deep. 
Very deep. That's ... that's where I'm most sensitive." 

Disgusted by the new development, Lulu leaped from the bed, wiped off her 
still dripping pussy and dressed, hurriedly. Now, there wasn't a bit of 
doubt about the perverseness of having sexual relations with young boys. 
Clearly, an older woman, young boy relationship led to degeneracy. There 
couldn't be a doubt that Mrs. Vander Nook was condoning the most horrible 
sex crime of all. Incest. A sexual union between a mother and son. She was 
going to adopt the boy as her son, and then sleep with him. How low could 
one sink? Lulu asked herself as she bolted for the door. 

Never again, she promised herself, would she have a sexual relationship with 
a small boy. By the time she reached her home, however, she developed a 
strong urge to masturbate. In the privacy of her bedroom, she fantasized 
many situations in an effort to reach a climax as she flipped her clitoris, 
and fingered her cunt hole. But nothing seemed to work. She'd climb up near 
the point of climax, and then miss exploding. She kept fantasizing herself 
with all sorts of different partners. 

Finally, in desperation, she saw herself with a beautiful looking boy of 
about nine. The kid had an enormous erection on, and she was urging him on 
with all sorts of earthy but foul kind of sex talk. All of a sudden, her 
clitoris hardened up, the walls of her vagina fluttered like the sails of a 
wind-tossed boat, and juices spilled out of the soft part of her body she 
privately referred to as lapland. 

When it was all over and she wiped herself off again, tears clouded her 
eyes. It was true. Small boys and their very stiff cocks did excite her that 
way. But, she promised herself, she'd never succumb to the temptation. She 
didn't want to wind up like that disgusting old Mrs. Vander Nook. A 
pathetic, elderly woman searching for a little boy to fuck, and claim as her 
son. 

But as she visualized Mrs. Vander Nook and the young boy, Lulu's she-cock 
sprang up again. 

 Chapter Four 

For weeks, Lulu kept to her house like a cloistered nun. She preferred to 
live alone with her memories of Dan. Life had been so simple, so 
uncomplicated and so ... normal. "Normal," she repeated her thought aloud. 
"I've got to get back my proper perspective, my normalcy. Dan had taught me 
to keep my feet on the ground. I can't let him down," Lulu told herself. "I 
won't," she promised. When next she had sex, it would be with a man her own 
age, a man of whom Dan could be proud, and approving. 

And yet, after she took a long, warm, perfumed, cunt-tingly bath, there 
wasn't any harm in fingering her pussy, and fantasizing a hot fucking scene. 
She tried to keep young boys with their deliriously looking stiff cocks out 
of her fantasies as much as possible. By masturbating herself in the 
bath-tub with her pussy under the water, Lulu discovered she could reach a 
fairly acceptable climax. Of course nothing could take the place of a stiff, 
quivering, cum-shooting prick but someday, she'd meet her man, Lulu kept 
telling herself. She couldn't remain lonely forever. 

It was loneliness that pushed her into accepting Cora Smith's urgent 
request. Smitty had been a girl friend for many years, and she and Dan had 
double-dated with Smitty and her husband. Since Dan's death, Lulu had seen 
very little of Smitty. 

"You've simply got to help me," Smitty begged over the telephone. 

"I... I'm not so sure I can," Lulu hesitated. Smitty and her husband wanted 
to take a sort of second honeymoon trip to Europe for a couple of weeks. But 
they had a nine-year-old son, and simply couldn't leave him alone in the 
house. Smitty wanted Lulu to take care of the boy for a couple of weeks, 
until they returned. 

"He's no trouble at all," Smitty assured Lulu. "Keeps to himself a lot. On 
the introverted side. All you have to do is make his meals and keep him 
company. Oh, darling," she implored, 'I'll be your slave for life. And," she 
added, "when we return from Europe, I want you to meet this simply, yummy, 
eligible widower. A young man yet but loaded and lonely. He's just ripe for 
your charms dear. He'd make a perfect husband for you." 

"Oh," Lulu brightened, "tell me about him. I... I really need someone, 
Smitty. I've been so lonely." 

"Of course you have, sweetheart," the married woman clucked sympathetically. 
"No one to warm your bed at night, and give you a stiff hosing. I know what 
you're going through." 

"Then, you'll introduce me to this widower friend of yours?" Lulu almost 
implored. 

"When I get back from Europe," Smitty promised. "Now, be a dear and look 
after little Charlie for me." 

"Yes," Lulu almost shouted forgetting the dangers of living around a small 
boy. "I can hardly wait until you return. I need a man, Smitty," she shouted 
into the speaker. "I want to get married again, dammit!" 

"You want to get fucked again," Smitty said, evenly. "And you shall, I 
assure. I'll match you up, and you'll be living with a man again before you 
know it." 

"All right, it's a deal," Lulu laughed, happily at the thought of finding a 
man she could relate to again. 

Excited at the prospect of finding a man, Lulu moved into Smitty's home on 
the departure of her friend for Europe. And she didn't really expect any 
trouble from Charlie. As Smitty had described the boy, he was extremely shy, 
withdrawn, and didn't seem to be interested in Lulu, or in sex. She heaved a 
huge sigh of relief. All she had to do was cook his meals and keep him 
company in the evening. He wasn't even trouble at that time, since he 
preferred to spend most evenings in his bedroom by himself. 

After the third day of this withdrawn behavior, however, Lulu began to feel 
concerned about the boy. He didn't seem to have any friends his own age, and 
he was too quiet for one so young. Unfortunately, the boy didn't inherit any 
of Smitty's good looks. Instead, he took after his father, a near-sighted, 
bald, owlish-looking man with little or no personality. What did they boy do 
alone in his room every evening? Lulu wondered. 

One evening, as the boy excused himself after the supper, Lulu washed the 
dishes and made up her mind to find out the boy's secret. Something drew him 
into his bedroom every evening after he had eaten. During the meals, he 
rarely spoke but ate in silence, and answered Lulu with a grunt, or rude 
silence. He preferred his own thoughts, and his own solitary ways. 

The boy was simply too young to exhibit such antisocial behavior, Lulu 
decided. Someone had to help get him out of his shell. She wondered whether 
of not he was self-conscious about his thick glasses he had to wear to 
correct his myopia. And he was decidedly overweight. 

After putting the last dish away, Lulu made up her mind to help the boy. 
She'd confront him in his room, and have a talk to him. Perhaps she'd get 
him to join the boy scouts and seek out the companionship of boys his own 
age. Quietly, she crept up the steps and walked down the hall to the boy's 
bedroom. Listening at the door, Lulu didn't hear a sound, except for a 
strange buzzing whine. Opening the door a crack, Lulu peered in. The room 
was pitch dark. But as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and she 
pushed the door open a bit wider, she discovered to her surprise that the 
boy was looking at a moving picture. Using one of the walls as a screen, the 
boy sat beside the projector, his mouth agape, his eyes glazed as he watched 
with fascination, the color pictures on the wall. Lulu had to push the door 
open a bit farther to look at the moving pictures. But once she made out the 
forms, she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a shout. 

The boy was engrossed in what appeared to be erotic movies. And they weren't 
the kind that one bought commercially. They were shot in an amateurish sort 
of way. Then, Lulu realized the awful truth. The boy must have taken the 
pictures himself. At age nine, he was a peeping Tom; a peeping Tom who 
documented what he saw with a moving picture camera. 

Lulu studied the figures on the wall. Then, she recoiled in horror. The star 
of this particular epic was the boy's own mother, Smitty. Tall, red-headed 
and stacked, Smitty was standing without a single garment to cover her ample 
curves. Splashed around her cunt was a profusion of bright red hair. The 
lips of the pussy were thick and the clitoris was very much in evidence. 
Apparently, she was aroused. But by whom? As yet, Lulu couldn't make out 
Smitty's partner. Probably her husband, she thought. The boy had secretly 
filmed his parents during an intimate moment. 

The camera then picked up Smitty's lover, or lovers as the case turned out. 
They were boys, a multitude of them, three at least. Then, the included 
another adult figure. Smitty's husband, the near-sighted, owlish looking, 
little guy. He, too, was naked, and his dick was hardly visible under the 
rolls of fat from his gut. 

Who was he going to fuck? Lulu wondered. 

That question was quickly answered. A little girl came up to the 
bald-headed, middle-aged man and he took her up in his arms. His penis 
erected, immediately. Smitty looked down at her husband's cock and laughed. 
They both knew what the other needed, it seemed. Smitty needed the attention 
of a number of small boys. Her husband required the excitement that only a 
young, curvy girl could give him. 

The horrible truth began to make itself known inside of Lulu's stunned mind. 
The boys and the girl in the film were Charlie's classmates at school. 
Smitty and her husband used him to get them fucking partners. 

In the film, the three boys clustered around the statuesque Smitty and took 
up positions around her body. Alongside of her in the same bed, the young 
girl went down on the husband and took his cock in her mouth. 

For a moment, Lulu thought she was going to be sick. It was true that Smitty 
had married for money, a physically undesirable man. But she never realized 
that they got their sexual thrills by getting into bed with mere kids. 
Obviously, Smitty was the more robust of the pair. She had to have three 
kids satisfy her. Her husband could be taken care of by one girl. But the 
girl, about twelve, was certainly a hot piece of ass. Only silky wisps of 
hair adorned her lips of cunt that looked as though they had been 
cock-broken before. Tits were pushing out on her chest and the curve of her 
bum could have done justice to a mature woman. Without a doubt, she was 
already a skilled cocksucker. 

Her full, red lips engulfed the middle-aged man's penis and sucked the head 
into her throat with the expertise and power of a vacuum cleaner. 

Charlie's father screeched out encouragement. The film was silent but from 
the contortions of his jaws, it was clear the man was shouting at the top of 
his lungs. The precocious girl licked the stiffened shaft, and then let her 
curling tongue roam all over his hairy balls, and even into his asshole. As 
she sucked, the girl stroked her own pussy which moistened up quickly. 

The man's lips formed the obvious word, "Fuck. Gotta fuck. Hurry get on the 
bed, sweetheart before I lose my hardon." 

Lulu realized that the man must have experienced problems in keeping his 
dick stiff. Towards the end, Dan had encountered the same embarrassing 
problem. But Dan had never even mentioned the need to screw young girls to 
keep his erection stiff. 

Obediently, the young girl withdrew her mouth, rather reluctantly, from off 
the man's wet cock and scooted down the bed. Laying on her back, she spread 
her legs and held out her arms. Now, her lips worked back. "Fuck me," they 
said. "Fuck me, daddy." 

"Yeah," the bald-headed man growled. "I'm going to fuck your young twat, and 
fill it up with lots and lots of juice." 

Mounting her, he shoved down. The cockhead bounced harmlessly off of her 
thigh. The girl reached down, took hold of the shaft and guided the 
middle-aged missile into her pre-teen pussy. Now, the lips of cunt were 
brushed aside and the bone filled up the hole. 

"Ooooooo" the girl screeched as though the sticker was much too large for 
her young love box. But by grinding her hips, and throwing her legs straight 
up into the air to form the letter V, the man managed to push all the way 
down until the entire tunnel was stuffed. 

"Fuck meeee," the girl's lips seemed to mouth. "Fuck meee daddeeeee." 

Reaching under with one hand, the lewd old man dug one finger up her shit 
hole and proceeded to pump. 

Her head waggled back and forth as a storm of oaths and obscene, gutter 
language broke out of her throat. 

Alongside of her husband, Smitty was busily engaged with her three young 
boys. The mechanics of this particular foursome were quickly solved by the 
experienced woman. Throwing up a shapely leg and taking a position on her 
side, the shapely, attractive redhead permitted one of her pre-teen lovers 
to shove a wriggly tongue up her ass hole. Another boy positioned himself 
against her pussy and started to lick with unabashed delight. The third kid 
shoved his elongated prick into her bow-like lips. Smitty loved a lot of 
tongue up her asshole, and watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. 

After three or four minutes of wild sucking on her ass and cunt, Smitty 
tapped one bare cheek of her ass. This was a signal for her lovers to take 
up different positions. The asshole tonguer became the asshole fucker. He 
swung around, shoved his belly against the smooth, firm curve of her lovely 
ass and guided his tool into her electrified asshole. After grunting and 
shoving, he managed to penetrate past the sphincter and enter her slot of 
shit. 

Smitty's eyes rolled around in ecstasy as she felt the long, hard and very 
young bone fill up her rear end opening. The kid in front stopped lapping 
her pussy and straightened up. Smitty took hold of the penis and deftly made 
it disappear within the folds of her cunt pouch. 

"Yummy," she seemed to say, and ran a shapely finger into the boy's bum 
hole. 

The boy who had been screwing her mouth resumed his position and Smitty 
waved for him to recommence the oral fuck. This, he did with obvious gusto. 
As the mouth of the red-headed woman opened wide, the tiny pumper shoved his 
very stiff prick past shapely lips, over tongue and down throat. Smitty 
handled the throat job, handily. Her Adam's Apple bombed up and down as her 
tongue and jaws worked in unison to suck the marrow from the tasty bone. Her 
long, shapely finger worked in and out of the brown hole, and that added bit 
of stimulus excited the boy all the more. He tried to say something, make a 
sound. But no intelligible word made itself heard. 

The woman's husband was still busily engaged in the act of humping his cock 
in and out of the young girl's cunt. She was screaming for him to hurry and 
fuck her, to gouge her pussy, to tear it apart with the magnificent weapon. 
Although the film was silent, there could be no doubt that her language was 
that of the gutter. 

As Lulu watched the obscene posturings on the bed, she started to rub the 
area of her own crotch for her clit was elongating despite her own inner 
revulsion at such behavior. As though her hand didn't belong to her body, it 
started to move up and down the region of her cunt. In spite of the skirt 
she was wearing, moisture penetrated the cloth through her inner garments. 

Growing accustomed to the darkness in the room, Lulu could more sharply pick 
out the form of young Charlie, the introspective, lonely child. As he 
unreeled the erotic film, Lulu realized now that he was playing with his 
cock. The boy had unzipped and removed the erected penis. His fingers 
tenderly stroked the shaft but he was not, as yet, stroking the bone. 

On the film, the participants were beginning to reach a climax. One by one, 
the boys blew their loads into the respective holes that they were treating. 
The asshole pumper spattered cream into the rectum, and the stuff crawled 
out of the tiny orifice and bubbled up on the skin of her ass. The cunt 
pumper exploded his load with a scream that ripped out of his throat. His 
cannon of cock went off to not only flood into the cuntal crack but to spill 
over the brim, and slither down her thigh. The oral fucker let loose with a 
shout that sounded like a battalion of charging troops. His gun pulsated 
violently between her lips as it shot out wave after wave of the gooey 
stuff. Smitty endeavored to swallow her precious gift as quickly as 
possible. 

As he watched his mother suck off the boy in the film, Charlie started to 
jack off in earnest. His curled fingers tightened around the shaft, and 
proceeded to slide up and down in an ever increasing movement. 

Lulu frowned as she looked down at Charlie with his cock in hand, and 
engaged in a masturbatory effort. The entire episode disgusted her to such 
an extent, that, in spite of misgivings on her part, she spoke aloud. 

"Don't do that," she said to Charlie. "And turn off that disgusting film." 

The boy froze in the chair. For a moment, he didn't even breathe. No one had 
ever invaded his privacy before. Slowly, he removed a hand from his cock 
that started to wilt. Shamefacedly, her flicked off the projector but 
remained staring ahead, too embarrassed to look directly at Lulu. The woman 
felt sorry for the boy. Clearly, he had been taken advantage of by his 
horrible parents. Never again would she speak to Smitty, Lulu vowed. But her 
heart ached for the lonely child. She wanted to help the introverted 
youngster. Switching on the lights, Lulu entered the room, and sat down 
opposite Charlie. She tried not to look at his penis which had softened. The 
head glowed with a lively, pink color and did make one want to fondle it 
gently. But Lulu shoved all thoughts of lust from her mind. She was going to 
help the boy. 

"You don't have to be embarrassed, darling," she said in a soft voice. "Did 
... did your parents make you take those . . . those horrible pictures?" 

Charlie nodded but still kept his eyes averted, shamefacedly. 

The mature woman guessed the awful truth. Smitty and her grotesque husband 
had forced their own boy into recruiting sexual partners from among his 
school mates. She had to know the truth. 

"Are those boys and that girl members of your class at school?" she asked 
but her voice remained soft, understanding. She had to let poor Charlie know 
that, in no way, did she blame him. 

Finally, the abnormal child stirred and made a gesture. Nodding, he replied, 
"Uh huh. Mom makes me bring home boys and girls from my school. Daddy likes 
to fuck the girls, and mom loves boy cock." 

"You poor child," Lulu gushed and wanted to reach over and embrace him, 
reassure him that no one would blame him. 

Charlie shrugged. "I don't mind. Pop lets me take movies, and I can use them 
to jack off with. Mom and pop don't mind if I stroke off if I get them fuck 
partners from school." 

Shocked, Lulu heard herself ask, "Did ... did they disapprove of your 
masturbation before you started bringing home partners for them?" 

Again, the boy nodded. "Yeah. Mom caught me jacking off in the toilet. She 
said she'd tell my teacher to punish me if I didn't bring home my friends 
for her." 

"Oh darling," Lulu said, sympathy rushing through her, "what a terrible 
thing to do to a young boy," and instinctively she reached out to pat his 
leg reassuringly. Quite by accident, however, the tip of her red-polished 
fingernail touched, ever so lightly, the skin of the penis head. Instantly, 
the wrinkled flesh uncoiled and the shaft slid silently but determinedly 
upward. 

Charlie blushed crimson. "I.. . I'm sorry. But I think, I think," he 
sputtered, "I'm getting another stiffer on." 

"Oh you musn't," Lulu told him, agitatedly. "You musn't do any thing like 
that. Perhaps, you'd better put it back in your pants." 

The boy nodded but the cock had erected to such an extent, he couldn't zip 
up. He'd have to let it remain exposed until it lost its starch again. 

Lulu came up with a solution. "Ill pinch it," she said. "The pain will make 
it go down. I... I promise not to make it hurt too much. But it's the only 
way." She added. "You simply must not expose that thing in front of me." 

"Yes ma'am," Charlie said dutifully. "You can pinch it if you want. But I'm 
not sure if it will do any good." 

Lulu reached over but instead of pinching the skin of the shaft, her 
fingers, as though they had a life and will of their own reached under and 
gently cupped the balls. The skin of the pre-teen spheroids was so soft, so 
cuddly soft, that Lulu shivered. 

Charlie piped out. "No, don't do that. Pinch them, don't cuddle them. I... 
I'll blow out if you do that. You'd better not touch my balls like you like 
it. I won't be able to control myself." 

Lulu blushed. "Oh, excuse me, dear. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. 
But... but perhaps, it would be best, for the sake of your health," she 
quickly added, "if I made you cum. Pinching you now might do you harm. I 
wouldn't want to be responsible." 

Charlie shrugged. "You wanna jack me off?" 

The woman winced. "Please don't use such language. But I could masturbate 
you, and that could give you relief." 

The boy shook his head. "Naw, I stroke and stroke but nothing ever happens. 
Can't jack off unless mom does it for me." 

Lulu caught her breath. "You mean ... your mother takes your penis in her 
hand and ..." 

"Jacks me off," Charlie nodded. "That's the agreement. If I bring her home 
boy friends, she'll jack me off." 

There was nothing Lulu could do to undo that sort of incestuous damage. But 
she felt responsible for him now, and truly wanted to help him. "You could 
pretend I'm your mom," she told him. "And I will do my best to make you 
cum." 

"Okay," Charlie nodded. "That might work. But you'll have to do it the way 
mom does it. That's the only way that works for me." He added sheepishly. "I 
get uptight if everything isn't just right." 

"All right, darling," Lulu agreed. "Ill do it just the way your mom does 
it." Then, hesitantly, she asked, "How does your mom do it?" 

Charlie explained, "Mom takes off all her clothes, and sits on my face. 
Then, she reaches over with one hand and jacks me off. With her other hand, 
she bangs away on her own cunt so she can cum, too." 

"Oh," Lulu said, startled. She hadn't intended disrobing in front of the 
boy. That would be going too far. And yet, she did feel responsible for the 
child. Perhaps, she could get him to attend a psychotherapy session with 
her. Certainly, the boy was in need of understanding, and it could possibly 
harm him if she denied him his desires at this time. 

"Well, all right," Lulu finally said. "But just this once. You need relief 
after looking at those horrid films." 

Charlie jumped up. "Take off your clothes," he told her. "And I'll show you 
how mom does it for me. 

Slowly but with a mounting excitement that Lulu couldn't understand, she 
took off her clothes. But she didn't parade in front of the youngster. 
Prudishly, she sat down on the edge of the bed with her back to the boy. 

Charlie kicked off his clothes in record time, and in his nudity, he 
appeared to lose his timidity. "Look at my pecker," he crowed. "Don't you 
think I get a beaut of a hardon?" 

Lulu peeked over her shoulder, and caught her breath. Yes, she had to admit 
to herself, the boy was certainly hung. She had never realized that a 
pre-teen boy could manage to achieve such a monstrous erection. The staff 
and brilliant head reminded her of a gigantic toadstool that had been 
splashed with red paint. 

"What... what do you want me to do, now?" she asked, in a low voice. 

Charlie stretched out on the bed. "Sit on my face," he told her. "Love to 
feel my face up mom's big ass. Love to smell your ass, too." 

Lulu could hardly believe her ears. "Are you sure you need all this?" she 
asked, a desperate edge to her voice. "Wouldn't you just prefer me to stroke 
you off?" 

The boy's voice sounded angry, impatient. "Spread those big cheeks of yours 
and stop talking so much." 

Shaking her head in bewilderment, Lulu straddled the boy's face, and sat 
down. First, she squatted as though about to take a piss and then lowered 
both buttocks over the youngster's face. Charlie grabbed the ass flesh. 
"Yeah," he called out from underneath. "But spread them apart wider. Pull 
them out with your hands." 

Reaching under her posterior, Lulu took hold of each cheek and pulled it 
out. This movement widened the cleavage, and permitted the boy's face to 
sink out of sight. His face was now tightly lodged up the valley of ass. 
Lulu felt his tongue shoot out wan wriggle around her asshole. 

"Ohhh," she sighed. She didn't know she'd react -so lovingly. The warmth of 
the boy's tongue flooded through her body and into her canal of cunt. The 
she-penis erected. "Ohhh," she cried for the second time. 

The boy's muffled voice floated out from beneath the curves of her rear end. 
"Start jacking me off, " he shouted. "Grab hold of my prick and give it to 
me. And give it to yourself, too." 

Lulu leaned over and took hold of the very long, and very stiff penile 
shaft. More heat flowed into the skin of her palm. And even more heat was 
generated when she started to stroke the stem of cock in an up and down 
movement. 

The skin-covered penile bone enlarged under her treatment, and she had to 
restrain an erotic impulse to dig her fingernails deep into the penile skin. 
Crazy thoughts shot through her mind. She wanted to break it off and shove 
it into her mouth. Her hand increased the tempo of the jack-off, and the 
temperature of her own body increased, too. That's when she automatically 
reached for her own clit. Masturbating Charlie with her left hand, she used 
her right hand to flip her clit as though she was plunking away on a jazz 
banjo. Also, by flexing her knees, she was able to bob up and down to permit 
the spear of tongue to make a deep penetration of her shit hole. She 
remembered visiting the bathroom a short while prior to this exercise. But 
the fain odors spiraling around her rectum only excited the lad all the 
more. His tongue hungrily licked all around the anus, and lips tugged on the 
anal hairs that profusely encircled the rear end hole. Nerve endings sprang 
into life as Lulu's ass flew up and down over the bum sucker. 

It took her a while to remember that her function over the boy's head was to 
masturbate his thickening. cock that looked as thought it was nearing the 
verge of climax. Reaching over, she seized the weapon and proceeded to 
stroke it, vigorously and expertly. Towards the end, when her late husband 
Dan could no longer mount her, she had jerked him off countless times. She 
had become quite expert in the task. And she had not lost the masturbatory 
touch. While she stroked, she also caressed the balls, and let the tips of 
her fingernails rake the skin of the undershaft. Every now and then, one of 
her fingers would snake under Charlie's balls and drive into his asshole. 

The situation excited her own masturbatory fingers, and in all too brief a 
time, Lulu realized that the inner walls of cunt were preparing to fling out 
pent-up juices. 

"Oh me oh my," she coughed when she became aware of her condition. Never 
before in her entire life had she reached the orgasmic, blow-off point in 
such a hurry. Clearly, this type of situation excited her. She had never sat 
on Dan's face although he had lapped her smelly ass on many occasions. She 
had always been overly sensitive in the anal cavity. As for the boy, pellets 
of cream were already beginning to fly through the eye of the cock, preludes 
to the deluge to follow. 

A split second later, both woman and boy blew out, together. "F ... F ... 
Fab ... Fabulous," Lulu managed to croak. A river of female cum, a veritable 
torrent raged through the crack of her cunt, splashed over the hairs and 
crept under the cheeks of her ass. 

When the boy's cannon of cock erupted, cream sprayed backwards with such 
force that jism spattered all over Lulu's nicely curved belly and into her 
navel. Muffled cries were heard from inside her ass but Lulu continued to 
ride Charlie's face. The warmth flooding out of his tongue and mouth and 
into her body filled her with such a sensuous, wonderful feeling that she 
hoped it would last forever. The kid didn't say too much but he certainly 
knew how to use tongue. Even Dan's tongue technique up her asshole couldn't 
compare. Saliva trickled down from the hole-behind and back into the boy's 
mouth. 

Finally, Lulu's knees buckled and she fell off of the boy's face, liquid 
streaming out of her asshole. The liquid was a combination of her own rectal 
secretions and Charlie's saliva. 

Disentangled, Lulu laid over the bed and breathed hard in an effort to 
collect her bearings and catch her breath. The boy's shriveling dick 
glistened from his own cum, and the cunt juice from his mom-like sweetheart. 

Lulu looked at the boy, curiously. "Where did you learn to give tongue like 
that?" she wanted to know. 

"Mom," Charlie replied, nonchalantly. "I've been eating mom since I was 
eight years old. She goes for kids my age. Pop likes young girls." 

"So I gathered," Lulu frowned. With her inner needs met, she began to have 
second thoughts about lying in bed nude with a young boy. At least, the kid 
didn't fuck her. And she was very definitely going to have a talk with her 
long-time friend Smitty. A woman who screwed her own son was sick as far as 
Lulu was concerned. She swung her legs onto the floor. 

"Where you going?" Charlie asked. 

Lulu stood up, and faced him. "I'm going to get dressed. I don't approve of 
this kind of behavior. I... I was weak. But," she added, resolutely, "It 
won't happen again. And as for you, young man, you should be out playing 
with boys your own age. It's not normal or proper for you to be alone so 
much and ... and masturbate. You should have a healthier outlet. Baseball, 
or other sports. You're alone too much and dwell too much on sex." Lulu 
really hoped her lecture would do some good. 

But Charlie wasn't paying any attention. He was gazing with round, 
disbelieving eyes in the direction of her own sexual apparatus. 

"Gee ma'am," he finally said, "you got the most beautiful looking cunt I've 
ever seen. You even got my mom beat. I don't care for red hair around the 
pussy. But those hairs you got, so black against your white skin. Wow, I'd 
.. . I'd love to give your cunt hole an eating." 

Lulu blushed but despite her obvious embarrassment, she couldn't conceal a 
certain amount of pleasure on hearing herself contrasted more favorably then 
the boy's mother who was a beautiful woman. 

Yet, she managed to say, "You shouldn't talk like that, young man. You've 
got to get your mind off sex." 

Leaning on one elbow, Charlie shoved his face closer to the crotch of love. 
His nose and lips were less than a micrometer away from the tips of her 
hairs. 

"Please... get dressed," Lulu said in a faint, whispery, almost 
unintelligible voice. "It's not right. You're so young. I'm old enough to be 
your grandmother." 

"Yeahhhh," Charlie said but to himself rather than Lulu. "Best cunt I've 
ever seen. Looks so ... so fucking yummy." Then, he looked up at Lulu. "I 
ate out your asshole, and loved the smell. That gives me the right to eat 
out your cunt." 

Lulu didn't understand this type of logic. And she was about to raise her 
voice in a much firmer way when Charlie took matters into his own hands. Or, 
to be more precise, he took a cunt into his own mouth. Throwing both arms 
around her shapely hips, he cupped his hands under the lovely curve of her 
ass and forced her closer to his mouth. Then, with the wiry hairs of pussy 
almost smothering him, he shoved out his tongue and trailed the tip all the 
way up the cuntal cleavage. 

"Noooooo," Lulu protested, firmly. "It's not right... not right for a little 
boy to eat an older woman___" 

But Charlie couldn't hear a word she uttered. A goodly portion of his face 
was lodged between the lips. Juices smeared over his forehead, lips, nose 
and chin as his tongue flapped all over the cunt, and inside the trench, 
too. 

Lulu's legs almost buckled under the onslaught. No one had ever 
tongue-attacked her cunt with such vigor, with such an appetite. Her female 
penis leaped out of its hiding place and brushed against the boy's smooth, 
rosy cheek. 

"Nooooo," she continued to groan but instead of trying to pull away and 
shove the boy's face out of the snatch, she took hold of his ears and pulled 
him deeper in the cuntal chasm. 

While he sucked with loud, smacking, gulping, eating sounds, the boy dropped 
his hands over both cheeks, pulled them way apart and shoved several fingers 
deep into the beloved asshole. Now, Lulu, swept up in the rhythm of love, 
started to co-operate with lascivious, grinding movements of her hips as she 
literally fucked his mouth with her cunt. Or rather, he tongue-fucked her 
box with his oral, sex instrument. As her shapely body gyrated back and 
forth, her ample tits jiggled like twin bowls of jelly and the flesh of her 
buttocks was equally as mobile. 

When she realized that another niagara-like orgasm was rushing on its way, 
her fingers clawed into the boy's face and imprisoned it against her cunt. 
She couldn't permit him to pull away at such a crucial moment. 

"Don't stop, lover," she babbled. "Tongue ... lay in tongue ... all the way, 
lover. Oh my darling cunt lapper, all the way ... wayyyyyyy...." 

The dam burst. Love liquid splashed through the oystery flesh of inner cunt 
and out the door. "Crazeeee," she wailed, her neck snapping back until she 
was staring dizzily at the room's ceiling. "Crazeee... Wildddd ... 
Wonderfulll ..." and still the juices kept flowing, and flowing. This was a 
first for Lulu. She had never climaxed for more than a split second. But now 
she was continuing to orgasm as though she was taking a piss.. 

Finally, however, the flow thinned to a trickle, and then disappeared 
altogether. Weakened, her face stained with tears of joy, Lulu staggered 
backwards. "Oh that was wonderful," she acknowledged. "The very best cunt 
job I've ever had. Oh, why," she wailed, "can't you be a grown man. I'd 
marry you in a minute. I need tongue like that at least two or three times a 
day." 

Wiping off his mouth, the boy looked up at her curiously. "Seems you don't 
have such a big problem," he said. 

"What do you mean?" Lulu asked, still enthralled over the intensity and size 
of her climax. "Explain yourself, young man." 

Licking his lips to ensnare another drop of the sweet-as-honey nooky nectar, 
the boy said, simply, "Find your self a guy your own age who eats cunt like 
I do." 

Lulu couldn't suppress a smile. "That's not simple at all, darling. I've 
been looking for just such a man ever since I became a widow." 

Charlie offered another solution. "Then, adopt a kid my age and make him eat 
and fuck you. A lot of kids my age are good at giving tongue." 

"Oh no," Lulu said, stunned at such a suggestion. "That would be ... incest. 
No, never," and she fled out of the room. 

In spite of her longing for his expert tongue. Lulu managed to avoid the boy 
until Smitty and her husband returned from the trip abroad. Lulu never 
mentioned the incident nor did she discuss sex with Smity. 

"How can I ever repay you?" the red-headed matron asked Lulu. 

"Don't try," Lulu said, coldly and picked up her suitcase. "I'll be going 
home, now." 

"Wait," Smitty called out. "I promised to fix you up with a date." 

"Don't bother," Lulu called over her shoulder, and scurried out the door. 
She didn't want anything more to do with such a perverse person. And she was 
convinced that her friends would be just as lewd. 

And try as she might, she couldn't throw 

Charlie's advice out of her mind like the garbage it was. If she ever 
adopted a young boy and slept with him in bed and made him eat her cunt, 
she'd be as perverse as people like Smitty. 

Never, she told herself, never will I sink that low. 

But that night in her own bed, she masturbated again. In her fantasy, she 
saw a young, handsome boy lapping her pussy and she was urging him on. "Eat 
me son," her fantasy figure kept screaming. "Eat out mommy's hot box." 

But after she climaxed, Lulu wept bitterly. She couldn't let herself sink 
into the mire. "I've got to be strong," she cried helplessly for she felt 
trapped in circumstances that were gradually overpowering her. 

 Chapter Five 

The jangle of the telephone awoke Lulu from a bad dream. Hesitantly, she 
reached over and picked up the receiver. Normally, she didn't oversleep but 
her reluctance to awake and face the day with the same old problem had 
drugged her. She'd prefer to remain in bed all day if possible. However, it 
was past ten in the morning and any number of people could be calling her. 

"Who is it?" she asked, impatiently. 

"Lila Day, honey chile," came the reply. 

For a moment, Lulu stared dumbly into the receiver. At first, the name 
didn't register at all. Then, gradually, it dawned on her. She did know a 
lila Day. But that had been years ago when she went to boarding school. 

"Are you ... ?" she was about to ask. 

The voice laughed. "Surprised after all these years sweety pie?" Lila had 
come originally from Alabama and her speech dripped with sugary endearments, 
and she spoke in a slow, Southern drawl. 

Lulu awoke fully, now. "What a surprise! Where did you come from? How long 
have you been in town?" 

Lila replied, "Just passin' through sugar. Thought I'd give my old school 
mate a jingle." 

The lonely widow laughed heartily for the first time in a long while. "Oh, 
please come by, Lila. I want to see you in the worst way." She added, "Did 
you bring your husband?" 

"Oh, he kicked the bucket," the voice replied, lightheartedly. 

Lulu sucked in her breath. "Oh, I'm so sorry, dear. We're all becoming 
widows, it seems." 

"Don't be sorry," Lila chuckled. "Best thing that could have happened." But 
she quickly changed the subject. "Put on your face and I'll be over to have 
brunch with you." 

"Oh yes," Lulu almost sang out with happiness. "It will be so good to see 
you again." For the first time in a long while, the morning flew by as Lulu 
busily put the house in order to receive her guest. They were both widows. 
She remembered receiving an invitation to Lila's wedding but she and Dan 
couldn't attend. Then, she had lost contact with her former school mate. 
Now, out of the blue, when she needed company the most, Lila had contacted 
her. It was going to be a happy day, for a change, Lulu told herself. 

And when her doorbell finally rang around the noon hour, Lulu ran to open 
up. "Oh Lila, what a wonderful surprise," Lulu gushed. "After all these 
years. You're more beautiful than ever." 

Lila was a beautiful woman, tall, well-figured, smartly groomed, 
shapely-busted and with the kind of cheeky ass that would make any "ass" man 
drool over. And she was a natural blonde with wide, incredulous blue eyes. 

"You look pretty good, too," Lila returned the compliment as the two women 
settled down in the living room. 

Lulu pouted. She didn't intend to discuss her problem of loneliness but she 
couldn't help pouring out her heart to Lila. 

"What's the good of looking great if you haven't got a man?" Lulu asked, 
peevishly. "I'm so lonely, I could die." 

The blonde settled back, and lit a cigarette. Blowing the smoke out in thin 
streams through her nostrils, she surveyed Lulu with narrowed, and 
thoughtful eyes. "In other words," she finally said, "you're not getting 
your share of fucking." 

Startled at first at Lila's blunt language, Lulu nodded, "I guess you could 
put it that way. I need sex ... but I also need companionship." 

Lila nodded. "I went through the same thing until I got smart." 

"You found yourself a man?" Lulu asked, breathlessly. "Where does one go to 
find a good one?" 

The blonde laughed. "There's no such thing as a good man at our age. I found 
that out the hard way. Either, they want money to fuck, or they're inept, or 
they're married with a bunch of hangups, or they want a mother." She shook 
her head. "Piss on men. You can have them." 

Lulu looked puzzled. "But ... apparently, you've made your adjustment to 
widowhood. What are you doing about... ?" "My cunt?" Lila laughed. "Yes," 
Lulu nodded. "About that problem. I simply can't go on masturbating. And 
I've run into the same problems you've had with men. Most of them just won't 
do." 

Lila came to a decision, "okay, I'll tell you. You may or may not approve. 
But it suits my style. And I love the kind of cock I'm getting." 

Lulu looked puzzled. 

The blonde woman stood up. "I'll bring in my lover and introduce you to him. 
Don't be too shocked." 

"Your lover?" Lulu asked in a thin voice. 

Without replying, Lila stepped out of the house and walked towards her car. 
Watching from the living room window, Lulu remained mystified. As far as she 
could determine, the car was vacant. But Lulu was wrong. Lila opened the car 
door, and out leaped a Great Dan dog. The animal reared up on its hind legs, 
wrapped its forepaws around the blonde and lapped her face with his tongue. 

Laughing, Lila pushed him gently back on the ground and led him back to the 
house. 

Lulu still didn't understand. "He's beautiful," she said. "He must be a 
great pet for you. But where is your... lover?" 

"This is King," Lila introduced her pet. "And King is my lover. He fucks me 
every chance I give him." 

Lulu's knees gave way, and she sat down hard in the chair. "Your... lover? I 
can't believe it." 

"Believe it," Lila said, good-naturedly. "He's the best fuck I've ever had 
in my entire life. Much better than my late, unlamented husband. Half the 
time, he couldn't even get a bone on. This dog can get one on any old time 
of day or night." 

"But he's a dog," Lulu almost shouted. "An animal! It's it's..." she 
floundered for the right word to express her disgust and shock. 

"It's terrific," Lila filled in a word, and to express her devotion to the 
dumb beast reached over, wrapped both arms around his neck and gave him a 
great, big kiss on the mouth. Happily, the dog reciprocated with his long, 
waggly tongue. And as he licked Lila's mouth, his penis slid out into a 
full-blown erection. The cock of bone glowed red. The sack containing the 
enormous balls moved agitatedly. 

"Oh the darling," Lila gushed, "my lover is on fire to throw me a good, hard 
fuck now. You can watch," she told her friend. 

"Watch?" Lulu asked. She was about to reply in the negative but changed her 
mind. "I'm willing to watch but I don't think you'll change my mind." She 
didn't want to hurt Lila's feelings after so many years. Otherwise, she told 
herself, she would have never permitted her to engage in such a bestial act 
in her home. What would Dan think? she asked herself. 

But it was much too late to change her mind. In the bedroom, Lila quickly 
disrobed as the huge animal waited, impatiently. Lulu sat down to watch and 
permitted her eyes to roam under the four-legged lover's body. She had to 
admit silently to herself that the canine was endowed with a very long and 
very hard looking penis. But Lulu still felt revolted by a sexual act 
between a male dog and a female woman. 

Lila stepped out of the last garment and threw up her arms, laughingly. 
"Look how beautifully I'm hung, and that no good shit of a husband couldn't 
even get it up for me." Her voice was heavy with sarcasm. 

There was no doubt that Lila was a natural blonde. Long, silky and very 
blonde hairs curled enticingly around the crack to form an enormous inverted 
triangle of hairs that crept up her lower belly. The cheeks of her ass 
sloped out like a couple of well-developed breasts, and a long, 
golden-colored hair stuck out of her rectal area. The legs were as perfectly 
proportioned as those on a professional dancer, and Lila had managed to keep 
her waist trim despite the fact that she, too, must have been pushing forty. 
An unmistakable odor, not an unpleasant one, wafted up from between her 
legs; the odor of hot cunt. 

His nostrils picking up the smell, the dog started to whine. Perfectly 
trained, he wouldn't make a move until signaled by his lovely mistress. 

King smells my cunt," Lila laughed. "Hell also want a sniff of my ass. Watch 
this," she said and turned around. Bending over slightly and spreading the 
cheeks of her ass, she gave her four-legged lover a sharp whistle of 
command. 

Instantly the dog bounded over to the woman's rear end, and stuck his long 
snout between the cleavage of ass. She explained in a slightly shaky voice. 
"This way, he gets to smell my ass and suck it out too. It will insure me of 
getting a very stiff doggy dick." 

There couldn't be any doubt about the dog's devotion to Lila's asshole.. His 
head had almost disappeared between the twin folds of her fleshy buttocks. 
And his tongue wiped up and down between the valley of brown. 

Lulu murmured to herself. "She's trained the dog to wipe her ass with his 
tongue." That part was all right as far as she was concerned. Lulu was 
sensitive in the rear end, and she wouldn't have objected to a dog's tongue 
licking her asshole. But she would never approve of the actual insertion of 
an animal's penis into the female vagina. Still, the scene of a dog sucking 
off Lila's ass did excite her. A drop of moisture worked its way through the 
confines of her own cuntal crack. 

As the dog sucked, Lila shoved and rotated her buttocks around and back and 
forth, and to heat up the act, she reached down and grabbed hold of her own 
clitoris. She piped up, "I won't actually jack off but it makes me hot to 
play with myself as King sucks my asshole." 

"Hmmnnnn," Lulu sighed and fantasized a hot tongue licking her asshole, too. 
Dan had always given her such a good tongue job. But there was emotion 
behind Dan's efforts. They loved each other, and the tongue in such a 
private place was an affirmation of that love. How would she react to the 
tongue treatment from a dumb dog? Lulu wondered. Would it be the same? 

Lila didn't seem to distinguish between a dog or man. Indeed, she was 
moaning and gyrating her hips as though she was in the clutches of the 
wildest lust. 

"More," she shouted to her four-legged sucker. "More, sweetheart. More 
tongue. Lay it in, darling. All the way. Right up my asshole. Please, 
inside, inside. All the way," and to make certain the lapping tongue reached 
the right spots, she reached back, grabbed hold of the dog's head and guided 
his snout into her rectum. 

Lulu's eyes bulged when they noticed Lila's clitoris. The she-prick had 
leaped out of its hiding place, and stood moist and erect like a male peter 
waiting to be sucked or fucked. Lila's skilled fingers crept down, seized 
the lady-cock between thumb and forefinger and proceeded to masturbate at a 
mile a minute. Juices spattered from the cleft of cunt. 

Swept up in the contagion of lust, Lulu dropped her slacks, pulled down her 
panties, and grabbed her own elongating prick. 

But even as she took hold of herself, Lulu realized that she'd never reach a 
climax. The sight of her friend getting anal tongue by the dog was an 
exciting one. But it didn't generate enough heat in her body to guarantee an 
orgasm. She needed more than a dog licking an asshole. And as though 
realizing the needs of her friend, Lila pulled away from her rear-end lapper 
and turned around. She was sufficiently aroused to receive her dog fuck. 

Dropping to her knees and elbows in the classic stance of the dog-fuck, Lila 
called over her shoulder, "Come on lover. Go get it. Get my cunt. Fuck me, 
lover. Fuck me hard, hard," she whined. "Harddd ..." 

King stuck his snout against her exposed pussy and at first sniffed and 
licked. Then, he reared up on his hind legs, and dropped his forepaws over 
Lila's shapely back. His prick had telescoped out and the pointed tip was 
aimed directly at the already juicy cunt. Instinctively, and probably by 
experience, too, he appeared to know exactly where to drive his tool. 
Thrusting his haunches forward, the missile-shaped cock whistled forward, 
barged past the cuntal lips and penetrated deep inside the pussy pocket. 

Lila grunted under the force of the thrust, but she in no way complained. 
"Yeah," she coughed, her eyes hardened with naked, unadorned lust. "Deep, 
deep ..." 

Pulling back, the trained animal obeyed the command of his mistress. Next 
time, he put much more power into the thrust inward. His balls flattened 
against Lila's curved buttocks. Her lips pulled back into a smile. 

"Oh yeah fucker. You got the message. That's right. Now, keep it up. Pump me 
the fuck just like that. Deep and hard. Go, boy, go. All the way. All the 
fucking wayyyy ..." 

Lulu's legs spread wider apart to let out the increased flow of heat through 
her cuntal cleft. The sight of the dog humping his canine-positioned 
mistress triggered enough heat in her own body to insure an orgasm. Of 
course, it would also depend on the skill of her fingers, too. Lulu plunked 
away Ion her cunt, flipping the clit, fingering the hole, gyrating her hips, 
moaning and slobbering at the mouth. Her eyes rolled around, and in her 
fantasy, she could almost feel a hard dick deep within the confines of her 
own pussy parlor. 

All of a sudden, Lila's head jerked back, her mouth flew open, her facial 
muscles grimaced as she teetered on the brink of a cataclysmic climax. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she yelled. "It's gonna... gonna...." 

As though sensing that his mistress was on the verge, and needed an extra 
effort to fall over the climactic cliff, King started to fuck at a much 
faster speed. His balls flew backward as he humped, his own mouth wide open, 
foamy spittle in the corners, eyes glazed, tongue slobbering saliva over 
Lila's back. 

Lulu, too, increased the rate of her own masturbatory efforts. And in a very 
few seconds, she, too, would hit the jackpot. 

"Oh gawddd," Lulu gasped and squeezed her eyelids tight as the juices poured 
through her cavernous cunt. And when she opened them again, the dog and Lila 
were separated. They had climaxed during Lulu's own cum period! Huge globs 
of dog cum trickled and crawled down Lila's rear end as the dog had filled 
up her box to the brim. The lips of her cunt were still twitching like a 
beached fish. 

Sprawled on the floor, Lila gasped for breath. "The greatest," she managed 
to whisper in a hoarse voice. "Greatest fucker I've ever had." 

King was busily engaged in licking off his cum-spattered dick that was still 
in a state of semi-erection. 

Lulu felt drained. "Watching was great fun," she had to admit, "but I don't 
think such a sport is for me. I have to feel an emotional thing with my 
lover. Dog-fucking is something like masturbation. Relieves the itch for a 
little while but not really satisfactory." 

"Bullshit," Lila spat. "I've tried all kinds of men I had emotional things 
with, and they were lousy. Some were afraid to lick my cunt, and I couldn't 
get one lover to stick his tongue up my asshole." Patting King on the head, 
she added, "I need an uninhibited lover who can suck up a storm and get a 
terrific boner on anytime I need it." 

"I don't think a dog would do me a bit of good," Lulu declared with 
emphasis. 

Lila remained silent but it was clear an idea was turning around in her 
mind. Then, she made up her mind. Placing two fingers in her mouth, and 
whistled. Instantly, King leaped to his feet, his cock elongating again. 
Pointing to Lulu, the blonde hissed at the trained beast. 

"Fuck her, boy. Throw her a fuck she won't forget." 

Lulu's cunt was still exposed. "No!!" she yelped. "No, not that. I would 
never degrade myself. Stop him," she pleaded as the dog reared up on his 
hind legs. "Please stop...." 

Lila remained silent, and the dog preceded to perform his assigned task. 
Since Lulu was seated, she closed her legs to try and prevent the canine 
cock from penetrating into her genitals. But she wasn't strong enough to 
push him away. With his paws wrapped around his waist, he shoved his 
boned-up prick towards her pussy. The pole of cock forced its way between 
her legs and managed to make contact with the cuntal lips. 

"Noooooo," Lulu screeched. "Call him off," she kept begging. "This is too 
degradingggg ..." 

But the voluptuous blonde merely sat and smiled at the sight of the dog 
bang. And instead of calling him off, she urged him on. 

"Shove it in her cunt, darling," she ordered her four-legged fucker. "And 
suck on her tits, too," she added. "Give her the full treatment." 

The massive-bodied Great Dane managed to make contact between the head of 
his now-reddened penile shaft and Lulu's outer love hole. As long as she 
kept her thighs tightly closed he couldn't make proper entry but he could 
still feel the warmth of her exterior box. And this heat prompted him to 
begin to hump back and forth as though he had actually penetrated the 
pocket. And as he pumped, his tongue, long, red, moist and wriggly shot out 
to cover the cleavage of her breasts which were visible under her blouse. 

"Pleaseeeee," Lulu wailed, and threw her arms around the dog in an effort to 
push him away. But after a minute or so of frenetic pumping by the canine 
cock, her arms tightened, and her legs spread slowly apart. 

Lulu's capitulation to her dog lover, excited the blonde woman who started 
to play with her own pussy. "Yeah," she kept on shouting out her commands. 
"Fuck her sweetheart. You're getting her all hot and bothered. Now show her 
what a tremendous screw you are. Keep it up. Don't stop. Blow her cunt, 
King. All the way lover!" 

Lulu tried to speak but only strange, unintelligible sounds warbled through 
her mouth. And her legs kept spreading farther and farther apart. Then, at 
one point, after one tremendous shove by the dog, the cockhead and shaft 
barged past the door of cunt and stuffed up the entire pussy pocket. Lulu's 
knees flexed backward from the force of the thrust, and her legs shot into 
the air. And as though her hips had a life and will, they began to rotate in 
a lascivious way, and actually encouraged the beast to shove his fuck stick 
in deeper. Indeed, by scooting down a bit on the chair and thrusting her own 
lower abdomen upward, the penis had to make a deeper penetration. There 
couldn't be any doubt. Lulu was actively encouraging her four-legged fucker 
to reach a climax. 

Her arms tightened around the dog's neck, and she opened her mouth for a 
canine kiss. "Oh kiss me, lover," she sang out. And without waiting for the 
dog to lap her mouth, she planted a loud, wet kiss against his snout. This 
stimulated the animal to stick his tongue in her mouth, and they became 
engaged in a very hot bit of French kissing, wriggling tongues together, and 
shoving them down each others throats. All the while, the rear end of the 
dog kept up the humping movement into Lulu's cunt with ever increasing and 
more vigorous thrusts. The woman's lower body kept gyrating around, and 
pumping back and forth, too, and in perfect rhythm with the dog's movements. 

Lila had fished out a dildo, an artificial cock from her purse and was 
busily applying the instrument to her own cunt. She loved to be fucked by a 
dog, and she loved to watch another woman receive the same canine treatment. 
With her knees flexed back, and legs spread apart as wide as possible, she 
managed to shove the artificial penis into her body until the man-made 
cockhead bumped against the base of her vagina. From the look in her eyes 
and on her face, Lila was getting as big a thrill out of watching as Lulu 
was receiving from the genuine article. 

Still, it was clear enough that Lulu was responding to her dumb lover's 
advances. Shouting and screaming, she urged King to reach climax. 

"Fuck me, dog!" she shouted. "Hard. Oh jeezusss, it's hard. Hardest prick 
I've ever felt. Oh wow, doggy, keep it up, keep up fucking mommy. Hard, and 
fast. Hard and fast," she kept repeating over and over again. 

A hard and fast fuck was what she was getting from her dumb beast of a 
lover. And then, after one particularly vicious thrust inward, she felt the 
tool thicken prior to the pay-off. The knowledge that the dog was going to 
climax triggered her own orgasm. 

That's when Lulu threw back both legs until they touched her shoulders. This 
widened her cunt hole and made it much more accessible to the dog. The 
combination of odor, and sensation from the female pussy touched off the 
dog's detonation. Strange sounds ambled from his throat as the first drops 
of the flood leaped out the eye of his dick. Feeling the heat of his semen 
on the membranes of her vagina, Lulu let out a howl that reverberated 
against the ceiling of the room. Then, her own cunt let loose with a blast, 
too. 

Watching the cream spatter into Lulu's willing womb, and then leak down the 
cheeks of her ass, set off Lila's masturbatory-induced orgasm. With one 
final shove inward with her dildo, love liquid splashed out the widely 
distended pussy pouch, and the skin of her belly started to ripple as wave 
after wave of the stuff continued to flow from the inner depths of her being 
to the exit of her cunt. 

Spent, the dog disentangled himself from Lulu who sank wearily back on the 
couch. Lila dropped her dildo, and let the oily liquid flow from her box. 
Neither woman uttered a word. Even the dog collapsed onto the floor and 
proceeded to lick off his wet dick. 

Finally, still silent, Lulu managed to get to her feet and head towards the 
bathroom where she showered and scrubbed her pussy. She scrubbed as though 
the orifice had been contaminated. In her mind, her cunt had been violated. 
Her insides where sore from all the pounding, and the feeling of 
satisfaction was completely lacking. Getting dicked by a dumb beast was 
definitely not what she wanted. And she intended to tell Lila what she 
thought of females who permitted dumb animals to fuck them. 

But when she reentered the living room, Lila and her dog lover had departed. 
Sensing, no doubt, that Lulu had resented the dog rape, the blonde had 
quickly left the house. 

Relieved, Lulu sank back onto the couch, and couldn't stem the tears that 
flowed out of her eyes. There was simply no future for her, no hope. Pushing 
forty, with the best years past, she couldn't hope to attract the kind of 
man she yearned for. They wanted younger women. At that moment, Lulu was 
convinced she'd spend the rest of her life, lonely, unloved and unfucked. 
The tears continued to flow unchecked, and she buried her face in her hands. 
She didn't even look up when the door bell rang. 

Finally, she shouted in a broken voice, "Go away. I don't want to see you 
now. I don't want to see anyone." 

The doorbell continued to ring. Her caller refused to go away. Finally, Lulu 
stood up, tightened the belt of her bathrobe around her waist, and walked 
slowly to the door. She even forge to check out the caller on her video 
screen. She thought that Lila was merely returning to apologize. 

The person who kept on ringing Lulu's doorbell so insistently wasn't Lila. 
The caller was a man, Lulu had never seen him before in her entire life. 

"Go away," Lulu shrank back, alarmed, and tried to shut the door. 

But the newcomer grabbed hold of the door and forced his way into the house. 

 Chapter Six 

"What do you want?" Lulu asked, visibly alarmed, now. The stranger appeared 
determined to speak to her. 

"Take it easy," he said with a smile. "I just want to talk to you, to 
explain. I want to apologize." 

Lulu stared intently at the man. He was about forty years old, she guessed, 
tall, slender, on the muscular side with dark, wavy hair, and dark, liquid 
eyes. A foreigner of some kind, she guessed. However, he was well-dressed, 
and spoke with a politeness, an articulation that very few men possessed. 
Her earlier fears receded. 

Finally, she said, "Apologize? About what? I've never seen you before in my 
life. You're a total stranger to me." 

He smiled, thinly, "Yes, but in a way, you're not a stranger at all. You 
see," he explained, "my name is Brooks. Oscar Brooks." 

Lulu still looked back at him with a blank expression. 

"Leroy's father," he went on. "The kid who delivered groceries here one day, 
and you and him..." 

Lulu's face reddened. "He forced himself on me," she retorted, quickly. "I 
should have reported the incident to the police." 

Oscar continued to smile. "Oh you needn't be ashamed. A lot of women your 
age are hot for my boy. He appeals to their mother instinct, I believe." 

"What do you want?" Lulu asked again. She didn't want to hear about the 
precocious youngster who had forced his unwanted way into her cunt. She 
still had a bad conscience about the incident. 

"I want to talk to you," the dark-complexioned Oscar insisted. "May I come 
in. Won't take a moment," he assured her. 

Realizing the man was determined, Lulu shrugged. "Come in," she finally 
said. "I've only got a minute to give you," and wrapped the bathrobe tighter 
around her body as though she was in danger of being assaulted again. 

The tall, slender man walked into her living room, and sat down. He was 
rather good-looking, Lulu thought, but on the greasy side. She wondered if 
he didn't have a bit of foreigner in him. His lips were on the very full, 
and sensuous side. A Mexican, perhaps, or did he merely work outdoors a lot. 

As thought reading her mind, he smiled, "I'm a door-to-door salesman. 
Weather kind of keeps me on the dark side. My wife objected about me being 
gone so much. That's why we split." 

Lulu nodded. "I understand. But if you're trying to sell me something, I'm 
not in the market." 

This time Oscar laughed. "Oh no. That's not why I'm here." 

"Get to the point," Lulu said a bit rudely. There was something about him 
that made her uneasy. 

He began. "Well... Leroy told me you were a widow, and lived alone." 

Lulu remained silent. 

Oscar went on. "I'm a divorcee and live alone. I kind of got to thinking. 
Maybe it would be a good idea if we sort of got together." 

"For what purpose?" Lulu asked, coldly. "Sex? Do you think I'm an easy lay 
because I live alone and am lonely." 

"No, no, no," the salesman quickly said. "Dammit, we're both about the same 
age, and I'm lonely. I know you are. Maybe ... just maybe we've got a few 
things in common. Maybe ... we could get together for a few laughs and 
sociability. And I'm not broke. I make a good living." 

Lulu looked back at the man. "Are you serious? You want to get to know me as 
a person with ... honorable intentions." 

"Hell yes," Oscar smiled his easy smile. "I mean here we are alone and 
lonely. Maybe, we could share something together. It------it's not normal to 
be alone." 

"No," Lulu agreed. "Not normal at all. But..." "Go on," Oscar urged. "But... 
what?" he wanted to know. 

Lulu settled back. She felt completely easy with this man for reasons she 
couldn't immediately fathom. But as long as they were being frank with each 
other, she'd give it to him straight. 

"Sex," she said with a release of breath. "Pure and simple sex." 

"What about pure and simple sex?" Oscar asked. 

"You're not against it?" he asked. 

Lulu shook her head. "I'm very much for it. But," she added, dramatically, 
"with the right person." 

"Maybe I'm that right person," Oscar said. 

Lulu continued. "Since my widowhood, I've had a few affairs with men my own 
age. Men your age," she said. "And ... and found them wanting. They didn't 
satisfy me at all." 

Oscar frowned. "I don't have the biggest prick in the world, but I think I 
know how to use it, and..." 

"T!hen," Lulu cut in, "quite by accident, I assure you, I had a sexual 
encounter with your very young son, Leroy." 

"And you were satisfied?" Oscar asked. 

Lulu thought a bit. Then, "Yes," she nodded. "Oh, I know it wasn't right. 
But there was something about his young, unshaved cock, his enthusiasm, the 
way he looked at my body." She shivered. "It did turn me on." She added 
quickly, "I'm being perfectly frank with you." 

"Please do," Oscar replied. 

"But," the woman continued. "But... I need more. Much more. I need a man to 
respond to emotionally. A man I can lean on, and a boy won't fill the bill 
at all." 

Oscar was silent a while, and then he said. "But that's what I want to talk 
to you about. I wouldn't mind if Leroy continued to fuck you, provided ..." 

"Go on," Lulu said with increasing interest. 

"If you fuck me, too. Maybe ... you could get to love me in time. And then, 
you'd have the both of us. Leroy to fuck, and me to love." 

Lulu felt her eyes grow moist. "That's the most beautiful thing that anyone 
has ever said to me. Oh Oscar, is it possible that people like us can find 
happiness?" 

"If we don't try, we never will," the salesman said. "Trying, making the 
effort, that's the important part." 

"Yes," Lulu agreed. "But... maybe you won't be attracted to me. Maybe I 
won't be attracted to you." 

"Let's put each other to the test," Oscar winked. "If you can't cum with me, 
I'm not for you, and you're not for me." 

Lulu thought a while, and then came to her decision. "It's worth a try," she 
admitted, and impulsively flung open her bathrobe. "Do you like what you 
see?" she asked, anxiously. She did want this relationship to work out. 

Oscar's eyes slid over the rounded breasts, the long, juicy-looking nipples, 
the narrow waist and the flaring hips, the dimpled navel and the hairy cunt. 
And the legs." 

He moistened his lips. "You've got a pair of nutcrackers for legs," he said. 

Lulu hesitated. "Are ... you?" 

"Well endowed?" Oscar asked. 

She nodded. "Yes, I mean it wouldn't make any difference if you didn't have 
a big one. But..." 

Oscar smiled, sadly. "But it would help," he said, resignedly. Shaking his 
head, he said, "Lengthwise, no, it's not big. I can't muster more than five 
solid inches. But," he added quickly, "I know how to use it. And I'm good 
with tongue." 

Lulu sounded uncertain. "Well, go ahead and undress, and then we'll see if 
we're made for each other. I hope," she said, soberly, "it works out. I mean 
I need a man I can relate to." 

"And one who can make you cum, too," Oscar nodded. "I understand. I'll try 
my best," he promised. 

In the bedroom, Oscar disrobed, and then, a bit shyly, stood naked in front 
of the critical-eyed woman. Oscar had been telling the truth. His penis, in 
a soft condition, was barely discernible. She couldn't help but appear 
disappointed. 

"I know, I'm not well-hung," he admitted with a sigh. "But," he was about to 
describe his prowess in the bed when Lulu cut him short. 

"Aren't you going to get it up?" she asked, bluntly. 

He had, not as yet, erected. 

The middle-aged man confessed. "I need a bit of playing with. You know what 
I mean?" 

Lulu shook her head. "Not really. I mean what kind of play do you require? 
Something normal, I hope." 

Oscar hesitated. "It all depends on what you define as normal." 

Lulu sat down on the edge of the mattress. "What is your definition?" she 
asked. She was about to tell him to dress and forget any notion of sexual 
contact. They weren't mated, she had already convinced herself. 

Oscar blurted, "I need the piss-on. The shower of gold. When your hot pee 
hits me, I'll get the stiff est bone on you've ever seen." 

"The piss-on?" Lulu asked, and then remembered the scene she had previously 
witnessed between Mrs. Vander Nook and the little boy. The old woman had 
squatted over the kid and released a stream of urine in his face. 

Lulu shuddered. "Why on earth would something like that turn you on and make 
you bone up? The thought turns me off." 

Oscar was resolute. "If you want the hottest fuck of your life, do as I say. 
Don't ask questions. 

You can't judge a book by its cover," he added as though that explained 
everything. 

Lulu was about to turn him down cold. Yet, she heard herself ask. "What do 
you intend to do?" 

Oscar took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come on," he said, 
impatiently. "I have to be fucked, and so do you. We're wasting time. Let's 
go!" 

Thrilled by his sudden and masterful behavior, Lulu stood up and followed 
him into the bathroom. 

"Got any piss in your bladder?" Oscar asked over his shoulder as he led her 
into the John. 

Lulu had to admit, "Like so many women, I've always got piss in me. But I 
still don't see how ...." 

Oscar was no longer paying any attention to her. He started to draw a bit of 
water for the tub. "Okay," he nodded. "Climb in." 

They both climbed in the tub. Under his instructions, Lulu assumed the 
classic position of the piss-on. She squatted over his face and lowered her 
cunt until it was aimed directly at his mouth. 

Blood flushed his cheeks red. "Yeah," he murmured, happily. "Nothing turns 
me on faster than to look up and see a good-looking twat about to leak all 
over my face. Grab a handful of toilet paper," he said. 

Lulu reached over the side of the tub and managed to pull off a wad of the 
paper. "Ill be using your face like a toilet," she said. "I still don't see 
what kind of charge you can get out of it." 

Oscar paid no attention to her doubts. When Lulu was properly positioned 
again with her cunt against his face, he grinned, happily. "Nice," he 
murmured and planted a loud, smacking kiss directly against the center of 
the pee funnel. "Now," he gurgled, happily. "Piss ... give me the piss-on. 
Splash that hot, sensuous love liquid all over my face and chest. The hotter 
the better," and he closed his eyes. 

With her legs spread wide and her knees flexed, Lulu prepared herself to 
empty the contents of her bladder. "I... I'm nervous," she confessed. "First 
time, I've ever done such a thing." Secretly, she vowed, it would be the 
last time, too. 

"Let it go," Oscar cried out, impatiently. "Cock's stiffening already." 

Glancing over her shoulder, Lulu was amazed to see that he was telling the 
truth. The formerly wrinkled and diminutive appendage was firming up, 
sliding upward in what appeared to be a very stiff bone-on. The contagion of 
excitement spread to her own genitals. The thought that a man could be 
sexually aroused by feeling her hot piss over his face started to make her 
hot, too. Massaging one hand over her lower abdomen, she looked down at her 
supine lover. 

"I think it's starting to flow," she said. 

She was right. One drop leaped out of her pee-hole, and bounced over Oscar's 
lips. 

"Ahhhhh," he murmured. "More... give me more. Can hardly wait." His penis 
had already achieved a full state of erection. 

From a wall mirror in front of her against the wall, Lulu's eyes widened to 
notice the agitated state of his cock. And in her excited eyes, the shaft 
certainly looked as though it had reached a length considerably in excess of 
five inches. A good six inches she guessed, or even more. 

"Okay, honey," she laughed like a school girl. "If this makes you hot, you 
can have it. You can have all I've got. Here comes," she piped up, smiling. 
Here it all comes." 

The orifice of the pee apparatus distended as the stream left the female 
bladder. The golden liquid splashed against the man's face. 

With his lips curved back into an ecstatic smile, he silently urged her on. 
Once the stuff started to leave her body, the rate of flow increased quickly 
and for a while the pressured liquid sizzled across his face, chest and down 
to his abdomen. 

As she urinated against her lover's face, Lulu kept a curious eye glued on 
the mirror to witness the reaction on the man's peter. The head and shaft 
continued to grow as more hot pee splashed off his facial skin. The cock 
darkened red, and the cockhead grew an even darker shade. There couldn't be 
any doubt that the feel of her pee against his facial skin was exciting the 
man. But Lulu wondered, would he soften up again, the moment she stopped 
urinating? 

To her utter surprise, her piss-loving lover opened his mouth as an 
especially strong gusher hit his face. His lips, tongue and jaws worked back 
and forth to swallow as much of the golden fluid as possible. Then, he 
clamped his lips tight again to swallow the precious pee at his leisure. 

Lulu's eyes saucered. "He's actually drinking my piss," she told herself, 
and couldn't stem the mounting sexual excitement that mushroomed throughout 
her body. Her late husband Dan had sucked and tongued her asshole, an act 
that always flattered her. But this was the first time in her entire life, a 
man had swallowed her urine, and loved the act. At least, from the look on 
Oscar's face, there couldn't be a doubt that he was loving and savoring 
every swallow of the hot stuff. For the first time in a long while, the 
widow began to feel needed and wanted by a man her own age. And this act of 
the piss-on, as alien to her as any act could be, strangely affected her but 
in an agreeable way. As the flow from her cunt began to diminish, Lulu felt 
a strong desire for the man. This act of the piss-on, more intimate than the 
actual fuck, had endeared Oscar to him. Finally, the last golden drop left 
her pussy. 

"Ohhhhh gawdddd that was good," Oscar gurgled, happily. "Hot piss fresh from 
a good-looking cunt. How lucky can I be?" 

Lulu remained in her squatting position and wondered what her piss-drinking 
lover would try next. Was she supposed to do something? This was all so 
strange and different that she was at a complete loss. There was no denying 
that she felt a strong desire for the man. But was he going to fuck her, or 
was she supposed to ride him? she wondered. A glance in the mirror told her 
that Oscar's cock was still very much in a stiff state of erection, and 
needed cunt in the worst way. 

The answer to her questions quickly made themselves known. Once the last 
drop of female piss had flowed down his gullet, Oscar reached up, and 
slipped the palms of both hands under Lulu's cheeky ass. Then, as though 
lifting a bowl to his lips, he pulled her lower extremities towards his 
mouth, and stuck out his tongue. 

"Oh yes!" Lulu screeched. "That's it lover. Eat my hot cunt. Eat my hot 
piss-soaked cunt. Hurry, darling. Can hardly wait, hurrreee____" 

The female-cock uncoiled and stiffened against Oscar's lips as they closed 
over the lady-prick with loving care. 

"Ahhohhughhh," Lulu coughed as she rotated her hips, and slapped her pussy 
back and forth against Oscar's pee-stained face. After a good pee, Lulu's 
cuntal lips were always widely distended, and now the innermost flesh of the 
soft valley was exposed to the man's rapacious tongue. The piece of soft 
mouth flesh, electrified by the taste of female piss, flapped back and forth 
like an eel. Now, he sucked on the clit, and now he speared his vibrating 
tongue deep into the pocket of pussy. He was using his tongue like a prick 
and stuck it in and out. Literally, he was pumping a hard-driving tongue 
fuck into Lulu's love nest. 

Lulu's ass slid back and forth along his chest as she received tongue, and 
let it go, and then took it back into the cunt again. Bending over, she 
stuck one tit into his face, and rubbed the soft, sensitized skin over his 
forehead as his mouth gobbled cunt. 

A very little bit of that kind of action brought Oscar to a point where he 
stood in danger of losing his ball cream. Alarmed, he pulled tongue out of 
pussy, and pushed her tit away from his face. 

His lips trembled. "Fuck... Fuck me. Get on and..." 

"Yessss," Lulu hissed. Tongue was great and brought her to the edge of the 
precipice of cum. But to leap over into the glory blow, she required the 
feel of a hot, stiff prick plunging, stallion-like, into her gaping box. 
"I'll fuck you, lover," she promised as she skittered her ass down his chest 
and towards his crotch. 

Reaching back, she took hold of the shaft of dick, and lifted up one cheek. 
For a moment, she rubbed the cockhead against the slobbering cuntal trench, 
and then, with one forceful shove, rammed deep inside her pocket. 

Oscar grunted and arched his back upward. Despite the fact that he was not 
wielding an enormous cock, Lulu gasped for it did feel huge inside of her 
body. Pressing the palms of both hands against his chest for leverage, she 
proceeded to pump up and down, to ride him a way that she had never even 
rode her own husband. Her tits flew up and down and the cheeks of her ass 
fluttered from the force of her powerful pounding fuck. 

Oscar's fingers clawed the air, his eyelids were squeezed tight, his voice 
came in short, gappy bursts, his tongue vibrated in an effort to scream out 
obscene words. But only harsh, unintelligible grunts rumbled out of his 
throat. The walls of the prick thickened, and he knew that the blow-off 
point was rapidly approaching. 

"Ready," Lulu screeched as she humped up and down, her eyes rolling madly 
around in their sockets. "Can't hold back any longer. Gonna ..." 

"Me too," Oscar managed to shout. "Prick is getting big, stuff wants to 
shoot____wants to shootttt..." 

Hot, gobs of cream walloped the inner walls of Lulu's vagina. 

For a brief second, she sat perfectly still in the squat position as the 
waves of cum sprayed the lining of her love nest. Then, she started to pound 
the man's cock like a demented woman, up and down, from one side to the 
other. 

All of a sudden, without warning, the inner walls of cunt seemed to collapse 
and turn to liquid. Oily, cuntal fluids streamed unabatedly through the hole 
and over Oscar's shooting cannon of meat. At that precise moment, both man 
and woman were releasing their sexual fluids and all of their pent-up 
emotions as well. For the first time in a long while, Lulu felt like a 
woman. And Oscar felt like a man. 

When their respective genitals finally stopped leaking cum, Lulu collapsed 
from off of the man, and Oscar wilted backwards. For a while, they remained, 
crumpled up in the bathtub, neither one of them speaking or even 
acknowledging the others presence. Finally, Lulu moaned and stirred, and 
started to climb out of the tub. Oscar looked up at her ass as she stepped 
out of the tub. 

"Best fuck of my entire life," he told her. "You're the greatest." 

"You're all right, too," Lulu admitted as she took hold of a towel and wiped 
off her pee and cum-soaked pussy. "I feel marvellous," she smiled down at 
her spent lover. "Maybe," she added, "we've got something going for us." 

"I... I think so too," Oscar said. 

Lulu nodded to herself. "Yes sire," she said, "any man who can lap up my pee 
and suck my cunt and then fuck me that good, is a man I can relate to." 

Oscar nodded. "I go for you, too, sweetheart, and I think we'd be happy 
together. But," he added with a certain reluctance, "there's only one 
problem." 

"Problem?" Lulu echoed. Now that she had found a man she could respond to 
she wasn't going to lose him. "What kind of problem? We'll solve it 
together." 

"Leroy," he said and averted his eyes. 

"Your son?" Lulu asked, puzzled. "What about him?" 

"If we live together, he'll have to live with us," 

Oscar told her. "So what?" 

Oscar hesitated, and then in a release of breath - said, "You'll have to 
fuck him, too." 

 Chapter Seven 

For a moment, Lulu could hardly believe her ears. Then, she asked, "You 
expect me to live with you, and your son? You expect me to fuck the both of 
you?" She shook her head. "You must be sick. And just when I thought I met a 
man I could go for." 

Oscar scrambled out of the tub. "But you'll love it, honey. When I can't 
ball you, he can. Leroy can always get a stiffer on. And, it will keep him 
out of trouble. He has to be fucked, and often." 

"No," Lulu said, emphatically. "No, no, no. The whole idea is sick. And as 
far as we're concerned, we can cool it, too. I don't think this is the kind 
of relationship I've been looking for." 

"Try it," Oscar pleaded. "Once. And then, if you think it's sick, we'll 
forget it and go on our different ways. But at least, give it the benefit of 
the doubt." 

"But Leroy is only twelve years old," Lulu protested. "It's not right." 

"Who are we to say what is right or wrong? The boy has to be bred. And I'd 
rather have him fucked at home than go wandering the streets," Oscar 
explained. "After all, I'm his father, and I'm very much concerned for him." 

This last argument softened Lulu's heart. A man, concerned about others, 
really turned her on. That was the kind of man she was looking for. 
Hesitantly, reluctantly, she nodded. "Just once. And if I hate it, and I 
know I will, well never discuss it again." 

"Agreed!" Oscar said, and quickly pulled on his trousers. "I'll get Leroy 
over here, immediately. "I've lost my load, and can't do you any more good. 
But Leroy always has a snootful of cream. Give it a try. And if you really 
hate it, okay, I won't bring up the matter again." 

Lulu sighed. "I wouldn't agree at all," she said, "if I wasn't so determined 
to find a man my own age. You're the best prospect I've met since Dan died. 
Okay, bring on your son but it's going to be an ordeal for me." 

Oscar picked up the phone, and dialed his number. "Get over here," he told 
his son. "I've found a fuck for you." 

Leroy entered the house with a hardon. "I've never forgotten you," he told 
Lulu. "You were the best piece of ass I've ever had." 

Lulu shuddered. "Never mind that kind of talk. Let's get it over with." She 
told him, bluntly, "I'm not doing this because I really want to. Your father 
is the man I'm interested in." 

"Yes ma'am," Leroy said, politely. "Ill try to get it over with as quickly 
as possible." 

"But only one time," Lulu said, quickly. "I don't want any all night 
sessions." 

Leroy whined. "I can't help it if I bone up fast after I cum. I'D need more 
than one feel of cunt." 

Oscar cut in. "One time only," he said, authoritatively. "And just to make 
sure the rules are kept, I'll get in bed with you." 

"Thank you, Lulu said. "I feel so awful about this." 

"Then, let's get it over with," Oscar said, gently. "Won't take a minute." 

In the bedroom, Leroy disrobed quickly and once again, Lulu was amazed at 
the length of his penis. The cockhead and shaft extended to a greater length 
than the meat hung on Oscar. She did have to admit to herself that the sight 
of the hairless prick was an exciting contrast to the hairy one on an older 
man. Yet, she didn't feel right about it even though the boy's own father 
approved of the arrangement. And certainly, it flattered her womanly ego to 
watch his adoring eyes as they examined every inch of her exposed, naked 
body. As she recalled, Leroy was an "ass man" and that pleased her. At 
least, she'd get an ass licking although she doubted that she'd experience 
an orgasm under the circumstances. 

Probably, she'd feel inhibited with Oscar in bed and watching the entire 
scene. 

Holding his pulsating prick, Leroy said in a low, whisper of a voice, "You 
got the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen." 

Pleased, Lulu laughed, "But you haven't seen many on women my age." 

"Oh but he has," Oscar explained. "Many women, middleaged and older, have 
seduced him. 

That's how he got interested in older women." Lulu rubbed a hand over her 
hairy box. "And you think I've got the most beautiful? Why, dear? 

Why is mine so special?" 

Leroy pointed to the swirl of pubic hair that curled so enticing up the 
lower portion of her slightly curved belly. "I love a lot of hair in my face 
when I eat. Girls my own age don't have any hair. And a lot of older women 
don't have much, either. You've got a lot and it's thick and curly." 

"Precocious child," Lulu laughed again. To be admired by two males 
regardless of their ages flattered her vanity. Perhaps, the scene wouldn't 
be entirely displeasing to her. She'd let the boy have his way and then send 
him home. 

"What do you want to do?" she asked and glanced in the mirror. Running a 
finger between the fleshly cheeks of her ass, she winked, "I am rather 
sensitive down there. Would you like to...?" 

"Suck your ass?" Leroy asked. "Better believe I do. I love to suck lady ass 
and smell it, too." 

Lulu blushed. How adorable, she thought. Even Dan had never expressed a 
desire to actually smell her ass. In spite of her earlier misgivings, she 
felt herself warming to the boy. Perhaps, having two lovers of different 
ages would be all right. She climbed onto the bed, doubtful but hopeful. 
Quickly, she found herself sandwiched between father and son. Leroy 
stationed himself against her back where he could get to her ass, and Oscar 
faced her. Accidentally, her hand brushed against her penis and to her 
surprise discovered that the appendage was returning to an active state. The 
cockhead was enlarging, and the wrinkled skin of the shaft started to smooth 
out, as the bone slid forward. 

Her face still red, she asked, "What are you two guys going to do with me?" 

"Fuck you," Oscar said, matter-of-factly. "At the same time." 

"What?" Lulu gasped. "How can that be possible?" 

Oscar started to scoot down towards her pussy. "It'll take a few minutes," 
he said. "But I promise you that it is possible. And when you feel two cocks 
in you at the same time, you'll love it, I know." 

"But..." Lulu was about to protest. However, before she could manage to 
utter a single sound, father and son had taken up their stations at two 
different but highly sensitive holes on the widow's body. Lulu remained on 
her side as Leroy pressed his face against her ass, and father Oscar 
puckered his lips against pussy. Lulu was going to get eaten from both sides 
at the same time. 

"Are you sure you both want to do this?" she asked as she lifted up one leg 
and threw it over Oscar's face. This also permitted the cheeks of her ass to 
spread wider apart. Leroy could now look deep within the shithole that he 
was so entranced by. 

Neither father nor son felt it necessary to give Lulu a vocal answer. At 
precisely the same moment, they both started to tongue her body; Leroy, with 
his tongue up her asshole, and Oscar with his tongue up her cunthole. "It 
really isn't necessary to prove anything to me," she said for Oscar's 
benefit. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling and her hips began to churn back 
and forth and around in order for both tongues to penetrate her body as 
deeply as possible. But to make certain Oscar didn't withdraw his face, she 
reached down with one hand and pressed him tighter against her box. With her 
other hand, she reached back and grabbed hold of Leroy's face, and started 
to run it back and forth up and down the cleavage in an ass-wiping movement. 
And the faster they sucked, the faster Lulu wiped their respective faces 
against her cunt and asshole. And she didn't release her grip until they 
cried out in unison. 

"Fuck," they babbled. "Got to fuck." 

"Are you stiff enough?" she asked Oscar. 

"Yes," he said through his cunt-wet lips. "Very stiff." 

She didn't have to ask Leroy about the state of his penis. She knew he'd be 
more than prepared to penetrate her anus. 

"All right," she agreed releasing her grip on then-faces. "Give it to me, at 
the same time." She pleased. "Try to cum at the same time, too. Love to feel 
both holes fill up with cream at the same time." 

By lifting one leg straight up to form a V-shape in the vicinity of her 
crotch, both holes, cunt and ass were opened wider. Oscar wasn't going to 
have any trouble shoving his rejuvenated tool into her pussy. She wondered 
about Leroy and his very thick shaft of cock. Her asshole wasn't really wide 
enough to accommodate an erected penis. Dan used to suck her ass but had 
never really thrown her an asshole fuck. This was going to be a first, and 
she didn't know whether or not she could properly handle the situation. 

To facilitate the matter, Leroy grasped both cheeks of her ass and pulled 
them apart as far as possible. Then, he eased his tool forward. The cockhead 
brushed pst the smoothly curved hills of flesh and into the bottom of the 
valley. First, he located the exact position of the rectal opening by 
brushing the tip of the cockhead against the ringlet of hairs that encircled 
her bum hole. Then, taking a deep breath, he shoved forward. The mush 
roomed-shaped head barged into the shithole, and managed to make a beachhead 
into the tight-walled tunnel. 

"Ohhhh that hurts," Lulu wailed. "Not so hard. Take it easy back there. 
Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "If it's going to hurt I don't want to get 
fucked back there." 

Leroy paid no attention to her at all. He had fucked a lot of older women in 
their assholes and knew exactly what he was doing. Initially, there was 
always a problem, but he'd overcome, he felt certain. At least, the cockhead 
felt as though it had lodged a short distance inside the rear end. Grasping 
the cheeks of her ass like tentacles, he arched his hips back a very short 
distance, took a deep breath and shoved again. This time, he shoved with all 
of his strength. 

"You're killing meeee," Lulu shrieked as she felt something give and her 
entire shit tunnel fill up with solid cock. "Easy ... take it easy. Pull it 
out and forget it." 

Leroy almost laughed. He knew that in a very few short seconds, she'd be 
singing a different tune. The worst part of the asshole fuck had been 
accomplished. All that was required now was a bit of more gentle pumping to 
work up a bit of rectal secretions. This ass fluid would not only lubricate 
the path for him but release a delightful odor. That's exactly what 
happened. As the tool slid in and out of the asshole, brownish secretions 
made the walls slippery, and a strong rear-end odor did flow through the 
opening. 

"Smells good," Leroy chortled excitedly at his success. "Shit smells good, 
lady," and he increased the momentum of his fuck. His ass flexed wildly back 
and forth as he drove his brownish-stained shaft in and out of the 
shit-tunnel that he loved so much. 

Lulu felt the difference. The pain faded, and the throb was replaced with 
the most sensuous sensation she'd ever felt. Her nerve endings became more 
attuned and receptive to the presence of cock in her bum hole, and she 
started to cooperate by grinding her hips back and forth. 

"Yeah," she called excitedly over her shoulder. "Pump my ass, lover. Fuck 
me. Smell me. It's all yours sweetheart. Take my shit and eat it." 

Oscar's prick thickened with lust as he heard the woman he loved shout 
obscenely to his son. Attaching his mouth over one tit, he started to hump 
back and forth until the insides of her cunt felt like a bowl of jelly. 

Both father and son were fucking the same woman wildly and at the same time. 
The son ravished her asshole, and that's the part that he most coveted. 
Oscar pumped her pussy and that's where he felt most at home. And Lulu loved 
and thrilled at the two cocks inside her body at the same time. There was no 
longer any denying that her asshole was almost as sensitive as her cunt and 
demanded the same kind of action. 

"Goingggg," she cried at the top of her lungs. 

"Goingggg," Oscar rasped. 

"Gone," Leroy rasped as his meat cannon started to fill up her asshole with 
his fresh, young and very hot semen. 

Oscar's cock was shooting a load of cream into her cunt at the same time. 

Lulu's cuntal lips flew open and spilled out her juices. More rectal 
secretions flowed through her asshole... 

When it was over, Lulu, sandwiched between father and son reached down and 
took hold of both cocks in her hands. 

"They both belong to me," she said, happily. 

Oscar turned to her. "Do you mean ...?" 

"Yes, I'll marry you," she said. "And Leroy can live with us." 

"And sleep with you, too," Leroy said. 

"Of course," Lulu agreed. "I've fallen in love with both of you. Fucking is 
beautiful," she declared. "There's no such thing as right or wrong. It's 
just beautiful, and for us to enjoy." 

With a husband and a son to fuck, she'd never be lonely again, The young 
widow had finally adjusted to life. 


End
