The Family

Chapter 1



Lois Baxter lay in bed, the covers drawn up around her waist. Next to
her, her husband Bret snored loudly. As was his practice, he wore no
pajamas, sleeping in the nude. He had kicked the bedclothes off of him and
Lois looked over with a faint smile on her lips.

Bret was lying on his back. His hard muscular and hairy chest rose and
fell as he breathed evenly. But what pleased Lois even more was his
massive morning cockstand. Her husband's pecker rose straight up, past his
navel, resting against his chest, half-hidden in the curly thicket of dark
black body hair.

She gazed at it fondly, glancing once again at the alarm clock. It was
nearly seven. She knew she'd have to get up and make breakfast, see that
the kids got to school on time. But she wasn't quite ready. She moved the
blankets down and slipped one hand under her nightgown, touching herself,
reassuring herself that she was still attractive, still a hot piece of ass
at thirty-four.

That's what comes of marrying young, she thought to herself.

She had been a child bride, more or less. Now, she was the mother of
two teenagers, fifteen-year-old Gary and seventeen-year-old Gail. Two
handsome well-built youngsters. She remembered holding them in her arms,
nursing them at her breasts, and smiled, wondering where all the years had
gone.

But I shouldn't complain, she said to herself, running the tips of her
fingers up and around her pubic mound. Her cunt felt damp and slightly
warm and she lay back and closed her eyes, thinking of the workout Bret had
given her the night before.

Even after living with her for seventeen years, he was still insatiable,
still an animal in bed. Not a night had passed that he hadn't taken her
and her fingers grazed along her hairy split, fondling the puffy swollen
lips of her matronly snatch. Then, easing the finger down, she dipped it
right inside, feeling the knobby button of her clitoris, rising up from the
folds of her vulva.

She shivered involuntarily, pushing her finger in farther until she felt
the slick wet walls of her vagina. Her muscles began to work, as if to
hold the finger in place as she moved it in circles, feeling a rush of
warmth bathing her loins.

Again, she looked at her husband. But it was more with hunger than with
fondness. She gazed at his huge erect cock and reached out, running her
fingers up and down the hard swollen shaft. It pulsated in her hand and
she suddenly grasped it firmly, barely able to get her fingers around it,
it was so thick. Bret mumbled in his sleep, but still lay there inert and
snoring.

So nice, so nice and hard. It fills me up so much, she thought to
herself, determined to have a little pleasure before starting the workaday
chores that seemed to constitute her daily existence.

Getting up, crouching, in front of her husband and still keeping her
finger sloshing in and out of her rapidly dampening hole, Lois quickly
straddled the man who lay sleeping before her. Lowering her head, she
thrust out the tip of her raspy tongue and slowly licked the round bulbous
head of her husband's cock.

A pearly drop of pre-come shone on the slit of his piss-hole and she
licked it off as he mumbled louder, awakening slowly. Then, carefully, she
lowered her mouth over the blood-engorged fistful that was the head of his
cock. Her mouth stretched wide and from years of practice she knew exactly
how to manipulate Bret's massive tool.

Bending still lower, she sucked in half of his cock, creating a
deliciously tight suction as she scraped the edges of her front teeth along
his meaty shaft. He yawned and his eyelids fluttered open as he looked
down at her, smiling at the sight of his wife sucking him off.

"Good morning," he whispered, watching as she bobbed her head up and
down, taking more and more of his thick pecker into her wide gaping mouth.
"Man, that sure feels fantastic."

Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat and she said nothing. Her finger
was working rapidly as she frigged herself and she was getting hotter and
hotter as she sucked on her husband's rigid dick, using one hand to fondle
the massive and pendulous sac which hung between his legs.

"Oh baby, you're gonna make me come," he whispered to her, running his
hands down to his groin, pressing them flat to make his cock stand out even
more. "Oh yes, harder, sugar. Let me cream, let me shoot right into your
mouth."

Her pussy was already filling with juice, pungent musky cunt juice which
matted the fleecy hairs of her pubic thatch. Her breasts hung free inside
her nightgown, the nipples pointing forward, hard and firm.

I never can get enough of this, she thought to herself as she inhaled
his sweaty masculine odor and moved her lips and tongue back and forth,
covering every last inch of his hard-on. She could tell that he was
getting more and more excited, for his breath came out in little gasps and
he kept arching his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.

Sucking in her cheeks, she nibbled delicately on the crown of his pecker
and he groaned fiercely, reaching out to grab hold of her boobs. He
squeezed them between his fingers, feeling the nipples swelling underneath
her nightgown.

"Oh baby, baby," Bret kept groaning, watching her as she fingered her
pussy and blew him, both at the same time. "Lift your nightgown. Let me
see your cunt."

Lois did exactly what he asked. She raised her nightgown up, tucking it
around her waist so that her pussy was fully exposed. Her clit poked out
between the outer lips, hard and throbbing from side to side.

Her fingers moved in and out quickly as she tried to bring him off. And
when she moved her fingers down past his nuts, down to the coarse-haired
anal chink that was wet and hot, Bret stiffened, readying himself.

"That's it," he groaned. "Tickle my prostate. Oh shit I'm gonna shoot,
Lois, I'm gonna fucking cream. Let me see your cunt, nice, so nice and wet
looking."

She showed him the puffy ruby-red lips of her snatch, and how her finger
moved in and out. She spread the lips farther apart to reveal her clitoris
and at the sight of it he seemed to go insane, lunging forward with his
out-stretched hand. He rolled the little finger of cunt-flesh between his
thumb and forefinger and, at the same time, Lois shot a moistened finger up
into his asshole.

Bret stiffened and his low-pitched moans and whimpers of pleasure turned
to loud guttural hisses as he felt his nuts tightening, contracting as if
an unseen hand was squeezing them. As for Lois, she had nearly reached the
peak of her pleasure and she frigged herself even more rapidly as her
husband worked on her clit.

"Now, now!" he suddenly shouted out in a hoarse raging voice.

Her mouth pressed hard on his cock. Her finger slammed into his anus
and his cock seemed to explode in her mouth as she felt the first jet of
milky-white jism searing the inside of her cheeks. Swallowing it down, she
began to shake as her own climax came over her. She was moaning and
tossing on the bed, coming simultaneously with him, her mouth filling up
with hot sticky come.

Swallowing down as much as she could, listening to him snorting like a
bull in heat, she felt a tidal wave of excitement and erotic pleasure
washing over her, bathing her body in a soft sensual glow. More and more
come spurted thickly into her mouth. Bret's pecker throbbed violently and,
at last, he fell forward, pulling his fingers away from her snatch.

Carefully, lest she hurt him with her finger-nail, she withdrew the
finger that had been pistoning into his ass. Then, taking a final lick and
swallowing yet another - albeit feeble - gush of semen, she lay back
against his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"You still give the fucking greatest blow-job in the business," he
complimented her with a laugh, sucking on her nipples for a fleeting second
before bounding out of bed. His cock hung down between his legs and as he
turned towards the bathroom, Lois drew herself up and looked at him,
wondering why she still wanted more, wondering why she had always wanted
more than he was willing to offer.

This sense of being cheated, of missing out on something, followed her
down the stairs into the kitchen. By the time her family was assembled at
the breakfast table, she was just emerging from her funk. She sat down
opposite her husband, whose face was buried behind the morning paper.

Such a fucking typical American family, she thought to herself, a note
of anguish and unvoiced bitterness creeping into her mind.

Passing the toast, she stared at her children. The very sight of them
pleased her. They were growing up quickly, maybe too quickly, and she
tried to imagine the things she herself had felt at their age. Gary was
tall, dark-haired like his father, a football player with an appetite
enough for two grown men. At fifteen, he looked two or three years older.

She recalled going into his room a few mornings before. Something had
been tenting up the blankets to an enormous degree and she knew enough to
leave him undisturbed. He had ceased to be her little boy and sometimes,
when she thought he wasn't looking, she would gaze at the prominent bulge
that always seemed to be behind the fly of his skin-tight blue Jeans.

A man already, she said to herself. I wonder if he's still a virgin.
Shit, with a cock like that, if I was a girl his age I wouldn't be able to
keep my hands off him.

"I won't be home for supper," her daughter Gail told her. "I'm going to
be cramming with an exchange student from school."

"Okay, dear," Lois replied, nodding her head, smiling fondly at her
blonde-haired daughter.

Cramming for what? she asked herself. Cramming his meat into her
pussy, more than likely.

For at seventeen, Gail had the lush ripe kind of body that had first
attracted Bret to his wife. She looked like a younger version of her
mother, only thinner, more svelte. Disdaining bras, she wore tight little
skinny-rib sweaters that showed off her boobs, the nipples always pressing
against the material, displaying everything she had to offer.

More than once Lois had caught her husband looking at his daughter with
a little more than just fatherly pride. She wondered if he was hot for
her, with her perfect round little bottom and the sexy way she paraded
herself around the house in mini-pajamas, the bottoms always left unworn in
a dresser drawer.

"Don't forget about the plumbers," Bret told his wife just before he
left for the office.

"What plumbers?" she asked.

"How many times do I have to remind you? To fix the leaking pipe in the
basement," he said with annoyance.

"Oh sure, sure," she mumbled, kissing him on the cheek and waving
good-bye.

Left alone in the house, she made herself another cup of coffee. And
the question, the question kept rising up in her mind: What do I want and
why can't I be satisfied with just one man, one hot-blooded healthy animal
of a husband?

About an hour later, she was still sitting in the kitchen, day-dreaming
and staring out into the back yard. Lois hadn't bothered to change and she
still wore the thin negligee she had slept in all night. But when the
doorbell rang she jerked to attention.

The fucking plumbers, she thought to herself, irritated that she would
have to stay in all morning to supervise the work and make sure they took
care of everything properly.

Opening the door, she smiled, staring at a tall Negro man and his
partner, a squat and burly Mediterranean type. They introduced themselves,
the black man reaching out to shake Lois' hand, saying, "I'm Monroe and
this here is Tony."

She showed them down to the basement, standing at the top of the stairs
as they lugged down their tools. There was nothing else for her to do and
feeling a bit lonely and sorry for herself, Lois decided to wash the dishes
and clean up later. She followed them down to the finished den, hoping to
strike up a conversation and get into a better frame of mind.

Sitting down on a moldy leather couch, she watched them unpack their
things. And the more she looked at them, the black man and his muscular
partner, the more she thought about what it might be like to have sex with
them. She decided she was acting like a kid, for she hadn't slept with
anyone other than her husband. In all the years they had been married she
had been perfectly faithful.

In fact, she had never even looked at another man with lust or desire.
But somehow, it was different today. The sense of loss, the gnawing doubt
that had been with her all morning, emerged and crystallized. Then, she
remembered how her neighbor had told her about a friend of hers, a woman
who had been raped by a Negro. Later, she had admitted that she had rather
liked the experience and that the guy had the most enormous prick she had
ever seen in all of her life.

When her neighbor had mentioned this to her, Lois hadn't paid it much
mind, but now that she watched Monroe and Tony, it all came back to her.

She wondered if what she had always heard about blacks was true.
Someone was always saying that they were better in bed, more physical, more
animal-like. And always it was told how much better endowed they were,
much more hung than white guys. Glancing up at them, she noticed how
muscular and solid they both appeared.

Dressed in overalls, already working on the leaky pipe, Monroe bent over
and it surprised her that she found herself staring at his ass, wondering
at the firm shape of his bottom and how his thickset thighs were muscled so
well as he reached down to find one of his tools.

Like two brick shit-houses, she thought to herself, saying aloud, "Are
your guys married?"

They looked back at her and smiled. "Nope. Two bachelor-boys," they
admitted, grinning at her in an open and friendly manner.

Lois then said, "Two big handsome brutes like you!" surprised at her own
daring. "I don't believe it."

"It's the truth, all right," Tony told her. "Much better playin' the
field, if you know what I mean."

Lois began to laugh. "Sure, I know all about sowing oats," she kidded
them. "But I bet the ladies fall all over you." She got up from the couch
and moved towards them. The nightgown hung loosely around her and she
wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I'm getting as bad as Gail, she said to herself as she came up to
Monroe, the taller of the two workmen. He had coffee-colored skin and a
strongly angular face.

Almost as if she was possessed, Lois reached out and felt the man's
biceps. He looked at her curiously, but said nothing. "Man, that's what I
call muscle," she told him admiringly. "You're really built. I bet you
lift weights, shit like that."

"Just comes natural, I guess," he replied, slightly ill at ease.

She noticed his discomfort, but went on, "Well if you don't, then I bet
you have flab like my husband," she lied, for Bret was in perfect physical
shape. She punched him playfully in the stomach.

Shit, he's hard as a fucking rock, she marveled.

It seemed that the more she looked at them, Monroe in particular, the
crazier she became. She was suddenly overwhelmed by curiosity and
excitement. The need to know whether the black guy was really hung or not
began to consume her and she had an instant image of both of them attacking
her, taking her, raping her and fucking the shit out of her.

There was something raw and savage about both of them that appealed to
Lois incredibly. Their eyes seemed to burn like fiery coals and their very
presence began to give her the chills. But it wasn't chills of fear. No,
for she could feel her pussy getting hot and itchy and she recognized the
signs of her growing physical excitement, excitement which seemed to mount
and grow more intense with each passing minute.

"I bet you could both use a nice cold drink," she suddenly suggested.
"It certainly is hot down her without any ventilation. Please, make
yourselves comfortable. Take your shirts off if you like."

Leaving them with that notion, she hurried upstairs and returned a few
minutes later with three glasses of bourbon and water. Monroe told her
that they never drank on the job.

"What's a little drink among friends," Lois giggled, clinking glasses
with them. And as they drank, she shivered, noticing that Monroe was
slowly unbuttoning his work shirt. He pulled it off and his chest was
bare, naked and thickly muscled. Lois decided that Bret couldn't compare,
for the black man seemed to have an incredibly proportioned body.

"Holy Shit!" she said aloud, moving up to him and gathering her courage.
"You're really a piece of beef cake, aren't you?" and as she laughed,
trying to hide her nervousness, she reached out and ran the tips of her
fingers up and down across the man's chest, scraping her nails over his
small and inverted nipples.

Monroe looked down at her, inflated his chest and suddenly started
laughing. He put down his glass, stepped back and began posing. Lois
watched him rippling his muscles until she thought she would go nuts, she
was so turned on. Monroe was a brute of a man, big, heavy and
overpowering.

Watching his partner, Tony said that he didn't think Monroe was such hot
shit. He too removed his shirt, despite Monroe's boasts that he had the
better physique. Lois noticed that Tony, despite the fact that he was
shorter than his friend, was built almost identically. Except for the fact
that his skin was olive-colored and his chest was amazingly hirsute, almost
bear-like.

The two of them could have posed for a muscle-building magazine, she
decided as they stood before her. When she thought they weren't looking,
she glanced down at her body, pleased to see her nipples perking up,
pointing straight ahead and pressing against the material of her thin and
loose-fitting nightgown.

Standing before them, holding her breath, Lois waited for them to jump
on her. But at first, they didn't do anything. They were both strangely
silent and finally, when she couldn't take the suspense, she opened her
mouth. What came out even surprised her, for she had never spoken to a man
that way before, especially a black man. "Hey," she said gaily, waving her
empty glass in the air. "I'm curious, Monroe. Is it true what they say
about you guys?"

"What?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes, suddenly attentive.

She noticed how he stared at her, his gaze directed at her boobs. "Well
you know ... I've heard that ... well, that you really have incredibly
sized equipment!" Hiding her sudden nervousness in laughter, Lois watched
the men looking at each other as if exchanging signals.

Then, they turned back to her, smiling curiously. "Monroe here is
really not to be believed," Tony told her. "Isn't that so, Monroe?"

Monroe winked at her conspiratorially. "No one's ever complained," he
admitted, reaching down to pat his crotch.

Lois' head was swimming and she felt drunk, drunk and giddy and
incredibly turned on. "No kidding?" she said, rather cynically. "I don't
believe it."

"Show her, Monroe," Tony said, carried away, still staring at Lois' tits
as she kept her hands on her hips, spreading apart the folds of material
across her breasts. He could see the smooth white skin of her belly and
the prominent dark triangle of her snatch.

Monroe looked at his partner and then back to Lois. "You sure you know
what it is you want to see, lady?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied. "We're all friends, isn't that so? I mean, I've
been hearing about this for years now. I might as well find out. It's
either now or never, the way I see it."

"Now, not never," he said softly, his ebony skin gleaming as she noticed
that trickles of sweat were dripping down his armpits. His muscular chest
made her faint with desire and Lois watched him, holding her breath as
Monroe's hands went down to his belt buckle, undid it and slowly unzipped
his pants.

"You sure about this?" he asked again, staring at her intently.

Lois nodded her head. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she was unable
to speak as Monroe unbuttoned his work pants and slowly edged them down off
of his hips. They dropped to the floor and no one spoke. But her eyes
bugged out, for hidden inside the man's thin cotton undershorts was a
massive thick pole, jutting forward and tenting up his briefs as if he had
stuffed a fucking pipe in his drawers.

"Go on, Monroe," his partner said, looking down at the projection in the
other man's shorts.

Somehow it was already hard and Lois felt her pussy burning, itching and
twitching violently as she studied the outline of the Negro's massive
hard-on. She wondered if they could see much of her cunt behind the
nightgown and as she stared at Monroe, sucking in her breath and saying
nothing, nothing at all, he edged the tips of his fingers into the elastic
waistband and pulled his underwear down until it fell around his ankles.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" she said between her suddenly clenched teeth,
gaping incredulously at the most enormous penis she had ever seen, let
alone imagined. It rose up against the man's stomach, stiff and hard, the
color of his skin and crowned with a plum-shaped cock-head that was as big
around as a fucking baseball.

Then, smiling at her, cocking his head to one side, Monroe grabbed hold
of his pecker, curling his fingers around it as he nodded to his friend.
Tony immediately began to take off his pants and as Lois watched,
hypnotized and unable to move, Monroe stroked his dong up and down with his
long black fingers.

His cock seemed to swell, to get even longer and thicker. It was much
bigger than her husband's and Lois felt that she had been cheated all the
years she had been married. She had this incredibly burning desire to have
it inside of her, to feel this massive black pole of meat tearing up into
her hot itching pussy. Already, her cunt was dripping, the juices covering
the curly hairs surrounding her mound as she pulled her nightgown up over
her hips, over her head, dropping it to the floor.

She was now totally naked and Tony stepped out of his pants, pulled down
his jockey shorts and presented his penis to her as well. It was, she
decided, almost as handsome and impressive as Monroe's, a dark ivory color
with a round blood-engorged glans and a thickly braided and veiny shaft.
His nuts were smaller and heavier than his friend's, a tight wrinkled sac
that hung between his brawny hirsute thighs.

They both stood looking at her, staring at her cunt as she bowed her
legs slightly and the outer fleshy lips spread apart, revealing the hot
pink interior of her snatch.

"Is it true what they say about black guys?" Monroe asked her, a smug
expression on his face as he fondled his cock with one hand, looking at her
pussy and smacking his lips with obvious pleasure.

Lois nodded her head as Monroe moved up to her. Taking her in his arms,
he gripped her savagely around the waist so that his huge swollen hard-on
rubbed up against her snatch. Then, he thrust an unbelievably long tongue
right into her mouth, licking and sucking as she felt Tony pressing himself
against her back, rubbing his cock in the crevice between the smooth and
round white checks of her ass.

"We're gonna do a number on you, baby," Monroe promised, curling his
tongue around hers, flattening her lips as his hands moved down and he
squeezed her tits, kneading and groping her flesh.

And Tony said to her, "We're going to make you love every fucking
minute," his pecker slipping up and down the warm moist crack of her ass as
he sucked on her neck, his hands encircling her and squeezing the skin
along the inside of her thighs.

Lois shivered involuntarily as she felt Tony's hands edging closer and
closer to her feverish pussy. The whole thing was too unreal and she felt
faint, dizzy, unable to control herself. Here she was, suddenly being
ravished by two super-hung men, each of them brandishing good nine-inchers,
at the very least.

She couldn't control her rapidly mounting excitement and pressed her
hips up against Monroe's muscular thighs, grinding her smooth belly against
him so that the shaft of his pecker slipped up and down along her moist
vaginal furrow. It wedged hotly against her clitoris and the little knob
of cunt-flesh began to tingle, pulsating violently as it felt the combined
friction and pressure of Monroe's mammoth-sized penis.

"Yes, yes," Lois moaned. "It feels so big, so good. I need it so much.
All of it. Give it to me, put it in me!"

"You dig my big black cock, don't you?" Monroe whispered, pulling away
from her and crouching down, his face in front of her cunt.

Spreading her legs apart as Tony continued to rub against her back, his
hands squeezing and toying with her boobs, fondling the nipples, Lois
watched the black man spreading apart the widely gaping lips of her pussy
and thrusting in the tip of his tongue.

"Eat me!" she suddenly yelled. "Stick your tongue in, suck on it. Make
me hot, oh make me beg for it, make me beg!"

Monroe glued his mouth to her dripping split and his tongue pistoned in
and out with rapid jabbing strokes. He curled it around Lois'
stiff-standing little clit and she thought she would have convulsions, it
felt so good. The hot raspy surface of the man's tongue made her clitoris
throb with an agonizing delight and so she arched her legs even more,
spreading them wide apart as the black man pushed his mouth, lips and
tongue, closer and closer against her twat.

"Suck on it," Tony encouraged the other man, saying, "Give it to her,
make it nice and juicy and then we'll both stuff our cocks in, one after
another. Shit, but she's got a beautiful fucking ass. I'd just love to
get inside it." Then, he bent down behind her and Lois felt his hands
spreading apart the cheeks of her bottom.

Then, his hot slobbering tongue dived right up against her anal chink,
licking and tonguing until it reached her asshole. She was shivering now
as she felt the man's mouth sucking on her ass, chewing the coarse pubic
hairs which grew in the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom.

She heard Tony smacking his lips and felt him swirling his tongue around
her puckered asshole. He licked the folds and creases, probing deeper and
deeper until she relaxed and it began to open up for him. Then, when Lois
relaxed totally, giving in to all her wildest desires, she felt Tony's
tongue slipping up inside her rectum.

He kept licking and sponging the walls of her ass as he groaned and
panted with incredible delight, rimming her until she could barely stand on
her feet. And as her bottom-hole was being plundered so delightfully,
Monroe never stopped working on her cunt. His mouth moved back and forth
and his lips and tongue roamed over every inch of her pussy, slurping and
lapping up her juices as they kept trickling down and the heat built up in
her groin. It was a smoldering insistent fire of lust and unequaled
passion and she suddenly cried out, "I can feel you everywhere!
Everywhere. Up in my ass, sucking, eating me out, everywhere. Oh, I want
both of your cocks so much. I want to taste them, to feel them in me!"

She was suddenly lowered to the floor and as Monroe stretched out in
front of her, working on her pussy until she thought she would explode,
Lois watched Tony quickly straddling her, holding his enormous thick piece
of meat with one hand.

"Taste it, baby," he said with a grin, leaning forward as Lois thrust
out her tongue, lashing it hotly and quickly across the man's round swollen
cock-head. Tony pushed forward slowly and she stretched her lips wide,
taking in more and more of his big hot cock until she could barely swallow.

Then, he eased it half out, cupping his nuts in one hand. Slowly,
working up a tempo, a steady rhythm, he pushed forward again, ramming his
pecker into her mouth as she sucked on it greedily, thirstily, savoring the
taste of his hot excited manhood as it moved back and forth between her
lips, in and out of her wide sucking mouth.

"Thata girl," he continued. "Suck on it. Suck on my prick and make it
good and hard. Shit, I'm so fucking hot for you. I just love the way your
mouth grabs hold of my meat and sucks it dry. Keep moving, baby, back and
forth. Suck it all the way in and taste it. Taste my big fat cock!"

Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat. Her tongue encircled the man's
shaft, licking it anxiously and feeling the thick blue-black veins
throbbing and pulsating underneath the stretched and highly inflamed skin
of Tony's dick. As for Monroe, he didn't stop.

He held her legs up and lashed his tongue down her vaginal furrow,
sucking on her ass and thrusting it in a good four inches until she
screamed out, feeling the black man's tongue roaming up inside her rectum.
It slobbered against the walls of her anus as she kept arching her hips up,
pumping and humping at the air. Then, when she thought she would come,
unable to stop the burning and tingling in her pussy, Monroe pulled his
mouth away and moved back, staring down between her legs.

"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you, lady," he said, enunciating
each word perfectly so that she heard him and trembled, unable to wait
another second.

Monroe watched his friend wiggling his ass back and forth, plowing into
the woman's mouth with faster and faster strokes. Lois gulped loudly and
tried to catch her breath, but she didn't have any time. Tony's cock was
stuffed inside her mouth and up against her cheeks, filling her throat as
she licked it joyously.

She reached up and ran her hands over the swarthy man's hard muscular
body, his muscles thrilling her as he kept pumping his tool into her mouth.
And when she heard the black man calling out to her, she shivered once
again, knowing that she was powerless to control herself, powerless to stop
the fierce flow of passion which made her loins glow with lust and
uncontrollable desire.







Chapter 2



"I'm gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff." Monroe told her,
loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. "I'm gonna fill you
with so much cock that you won't be able to move. And then I'm going to
pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until
you'll think your pussy's on fire."

Yes, she thought. Do it, don't wait. Screw, ball me, shove it in until
I burst, until I can taste it in my mouth.

"Oh baby, you're gonna beg for more," he kept promising her. "You're
gonna do anything, anything we ask. Because you've never had a fuck like
the one I'm gonna give you. You've never felt what it's like to have a
black guy thrusting his cock right up between your leg's, his big thick
black cock, babe. Bigger and thicker than any fucking cock you've ever
seen or felt!"

Yes, yes, she kept thinking, pumping her hips up and down, her legs
spread wide as her mouth was filled to the gills with Tony's thick
pulsating dick. Indeed, the man never stopped moving, taking hold of Lois'
hands and directing them to the round swollen bag between his thighs.

She fondled his nuts and toyed with the stem, the base of his cock as it
moved in and out of her mouth. Then, Lois felt the black man lifting her
legs and she glanced around Tony to see Monroe slowly lowering himself down
against her.

Tony lifted one leg and turned sideways, pivoting around so that Lois
had to bend her head all the way back, still sucking on his cock as he
crouched behind her, allowing his friend to get on top of the woman's lush
and highly excited body.

"Sure gonna be a tight fit," the big black stud said with a laugh.
"You've got a hot sweet little box, lady. I'm gonna fill it with cock
until you scream for more, for more and more of my tail."

Then, with a grin stretched across his wide sensuous lips, Monroe braced
himself on the palms of his hands and pushed down. As Lois watched,
breathless with anticipation, she saw the fistful of cock-head slipping
forward, moving against her vaginal furrow and wedging tightly inside, up
against her clitoris and vulva.

Monroe held himself rigid, unmoving, his pecker stroking gently, slowly
and tantalizingly until Lois pushed her hips up as much as she could,
trying to get the Negro's cock all the way down inside of her. Seeing how
turned on she was, Monroe shoved down with a hard brutal force.

He knocked her breath away as Lois felt her tissues stretching. Her
hole was expanding incredibly, almost to the breaking point as if, within
another second, it would rip apart, spurting blood all over her thighs.

But it never happened. Her body adjusted itself as more and more of
Monroe's cock slipped inside, banging against the walls of her twat as it
plowed a hot tunnel down into the depths of Lois' womb. She couldn't move.

Her mouth was stuffed with cock and now her cunt was jammed, packed with
hard burning meat until she thought she would be split in half. Monroe
clenched his teeth, concentrating as he plunged down with a violent
penetrating thrust. He slammed every last inch of his penis into place
between the lips of the woman's vagina.

Grinding his hard hairy belly against her mound, he stayed where he was,
looking up at her. "How does it feel?" he asked. "How does it feel to
have cock everywhere, all the way in, tight as a drum?"

Slowly, he eased himself up, pulling his cock five or six inches out of
her bole and then ramming it in again. He kept stroking into her that way,
shoving down hard and pulling out gently as his buttocks quivered with each
fresh insertion. Lois felt herself being stretched wide as a gaping
toothless mouth. Harder and harder the man moved his cock, plunging in and
out with a reckless abandon, a speed that seemed to make her cunt burn as
she lifted her legs, locking her ankles around Monroe's throbbing black
buttocks.

She was being held immobile, rigidly in place. Suddenly, Tony screamed
out, "Shit, baby! Now, suck on it, suck my cream down! Oh shit, swallow
my come! What a fucking mouth. Holy mother, I'm shooting, shooting!"

Lois could feel the man's penis throbbing inside of her mouth and as she
glued her lips to it, still conscious of Monroe's penis plowing in and out
of her pussy, Tony exploded. He shook and groaned loudly as suddenly a
great spurt of hot white cream gushed between her lips, splattering inside
her mouth.

Lois tried to swallow his semen down as fast as it came. One shot
followed another as her mouth filled up and Tony's cock kept ejaculating.
Bullet-like wads of jism cascaded into her throat and she swallowed
quickly, feeling the man's hot salty come trickling down her throat like
oil or syrup. And all the time he came, Tony kept ramming his meat in and
out of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.

Hearing her, he still didn't stop. His cock was spurting like a
fire-hose gone out of control and he held her head in place, panting and
whimpering as his eyes rolled up. The force, the sheer power of Tony's
orgasm amazed her, for Lois recalled that Bret had always come rather
quickly, and certainly not as loudly or vocally.

Finally, the come trickled down and with a final feeble spurt, his cock
was milked totally dry. Tony didn't move, keeping it in Lois' mouth until
some of the trapped blood was released and it got smaller and less thick,
less hard. Then, when his pecker was limp, Tony pulled it out of her mouth
and fell back on the floor, breathing hard.

It was then that Lois felt Monroe really going into action, for he
gripped her suddenly with a viciousness and raw animal energy that made her
heart beat wildly. Thrusting his cock down into her snatch, harder and
faster than ever before, he grabbed her as Tony leaned over to watch,
staring intently as his partner's cock whistled in and out of the woman's
wide dripping hole.

"Fill me with come!" she begged him, staring into his glazed and
dilated, almost feverish, eyes. "Give me more, more!"

Monroe was tossing, moaning as he rolled from side to side on top of
her. "Use your cunt muscles, hold me down in place!"

Lois clamped and unclamped her muscles, making the walls of her cunt
flutter as she tightened the width of her hole, narrowing the circumference
as she felt the heat and friction building up incredibly. It was as if her
vagina was an oven and she felt ready to come, no longer in control of her
senses.

She kept screaming for more as she heard the black man groaning louder,
seemingly piercing her very insides, her gut, with each brutal and forceful
thrust. His penetrating jabs kept her glued to the floor and when Lois
felt her climax mounting, she told him to come with her, the two of them
creaming together.

She was sobbing, screaming, "Please, fuck me. I feel your cock
everywhere. It's so big, so black and thick. Your big black body, you big
black stud. You animal, give it to me, more, harder!"

Babbling almost incoherently, she heard Monroe laughing, gnashing his
teeth as she felt his heavy pendulous nuts whacking against her upraised
bottom. They felt like a fist, landing blow after blow against her ass as
he hurtled down on her, drilling her to the floor. It was as if his cock
had gone berserk.

"Cream, baby," Tony called out. "Fill her up with your juice. Shit,
look at her move. She's going nuts! Fuck the shit out of her, harder,
Monroe, harder!"

Then, Lois began to come.

She was moaning at the top of her voice, writhing on the floor and
unable to speak as a great roar filled her ears and her cunt was splattered
with Monroe's come. He gripped her close and his semen rushed out thickly.
His cock was spurting and his climax made him hammer blow after blow into
her until his belly hairs became entangled in her own curly pubic bush.

"What a fuck, man," he groaned. "What a tight hot fucking cunt. I'm
shooting, coming, creaming! Holy shit motherfucker she's burning me with
that tight-assed pussy!"

Lois' snatch was drenched and as she lay on the floor, coming as well,
she felt Monroe's cream dripping out of her hole, it was filled so
completely with his huge and copious emission. Monroe kept his cock in
place as it throbbed inside her vagina. He drooled and his spittle
trickled down his chin as he trembled all over, shaking as if he was having
a fit. His muscles went spastic and his legs shot out as Lois felt the
overwhelming energy and force, the virility of the Negro's climax.

No orgasm had ever affected her as much.

And as for her own climax, it left her weak and exhausted on the floor
as Monroe finally pulled his limp tool out of her pussy and lay back,
breathing deeply, his eyes closed and his hard muscular chest rising and
falling.

Lois thought that would be the end of it. But she never realized that
what she had heard from her neighbor was the truth. For Monroe, and even
Tony, were insatiable. They, were greedy, hungry for more. They weren't
about to stop now that they had started something.

Before she could even get to her feet, she saw them edging closer and
closer to her, until she felt their hot excited breath bearing down on her
body. "Don't run away, lady," Monroe said to her, leaning forward and
licking his way back and forth across her pendulous boobs.

Lois felt the man's hot panting breath on her tits and she shivered,
wondering what they planned to do to her next. She was vaguely frightened,
not sure if she had made a mistake or not. But she kept her discomfort to
herself, hoping for the best.

And as Monroe crammed her nipples into his mouth, chewing on them
delicately with the edges of his front teeth, he began to pull and tug on
his cock. Tony, Lois noticed, began to do the same, moving between her
legs and licking up his friend's copious spendings.

The very sight of the swarthy muscle-bound man bending down to lick up
another man's come surprised her and as she saw his tongue shooting out,
dipping into the wads of gooey semen which covered her pussy, she thought
that the both of them were nothing but sex-machines, geared only to
physical satisfaction.

Tony was flicking the come back into his mouth as he swallowed it down
with what Lois imagined was obvious pleasure. He tongued the outside of
her pussy until it was dry, playing with his pecker at the same time until
both he and his friend once again had regained their rigid boners.

Lois looked from one man to the other, her eyes fascinated with the
sight of their two huge hot cocks. Their peckers thrust up, quivering like
spears and bobbing from side to side in the air. Their sexual appetites
were incredible, for Bret had rarely, if ever, fucked her twice in the same
night.

Lois was no longer ashamed of herself. She wasn't sorry for what she
had done and what she was about to do again. Rather, she gave herself up,
feeling fulfilled and satisfied and no longer bitter about her life. When
she heard Tony speaking up, she turned her attention to him, her eyes glued
to the massive pole between his grizzly thighs.

"You know what?" he asked her, reaching down between her legs and
cupping her pussy with the palm of his hand. "I'm going to pack your shit
in."

She looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"That's what I said, baby," he went on to explain. "I'm going to take
this here big fat cock and ram it right up inside your ass, that tight
plump ass that looks like it's just begging to get plowed."

Lois laughed nervously. "It's too large," she told the man, trying to
make a joke out of the matter. "You don't want to cause me any pain. That
wouldn't be nice now, would it?"

"Oh, don't worry about pain, sugar. It won't hurt, not a bit. I'll get
my pecker nice and wet and you won't feel a thing. Just cock, but no pain.
Because I just can't resist an ass like yours. See how my meat is
throbbing," Tony told her, pointing to his cock which rose up like a huge
pipe from between his legs. "I'm going to put it right into place without
any trouble, whatsoever."

Then, he grabbed Lois by the legs and as she struggled to get away, he
flipped her over on her belly. She tried to pull back, but Monroe laughed
and grabbed hold of her arms, pinning her to the floor.

"We don't want any trouble, lady," Tony told her, a strange almost
sadistic kind of excitement welling up in his voice. "Don't you know about
guys like us? We're like tigers, sugar. We can never get enough ass or
pussy to keep us satisfied. But today we're not going to go away unhappy.
You understand, don't you?"

His hand swung out and Lois felt it slapping roughly across her
buttocks. The skin tingled and he pushed her knees up to her chest as she
kept trying to pull away. But it was no use. She was going to be raped,
going to be fucked up the ass by a man with a massive cock, a man who
wouldn't stop at anything until he had achieved complete physical
gratification.

Lois began to cry out. She was frightened out of her wits. But Monroe
clamped his hand over her mouth and held her down to the floor, his great
muscled bulk hovering over her as she felt Tony's hands around her waist.
She looked back nervously, just in time to see the man spitting into the
palm of his hand.

Rubbing his spittle up and down the length of his pecker, it rose up all
slick and wet, shining in the light, covered with natural lubricant. Then,
when his dick was ready, he took hold of it around the base of the thick
rigid staff and crouched down on his knees. He was positioned directly
behind Lois as he pushed forward, lodging the round bulbous head of his
cock right up between the smooth white cheeks of her ass. She held her
breath, feeling faint as the man shoved forward.

Suddenly, she couldn't bear the pain. Lois began to scream out, biting
Monroe's hand. "Watch it, bitch!" he yelled at her, slapping her roughly
across the face.

The blow subdued her. She felt her head rattle as the black man hit her
and, at that instant, the pressure against her asshole exploded. She was
trembling with pain as she felt Tony's penis pushing against the sensitive
skin of her bottom-hole. Finally, it was forced open, stretched wide in
order to accommodate his enormously thick dong.

Clinging to her, he rammed forward again, harder than the first stroke.
More and more of his nine-incher plowed up into her rectum, making her
scream out again and again. Her cries were muffled by Monroe's heavy hand
across her mouth. Her body was on fire and the pain mounted steadily,
filling her loins until she thought she would go insane from the suffering
torment.

But Tony never stopped.

He thrust forward once again and this time his entire hot bulky tool
worked its way up into her anus. Every last inch was rammed in, filling
her bottom to the breaking point. The skin was stretched incredibly and
she couldn't understand the strange, almost weird, sensations which were
coming back to her.

But the pain began to fade as the man continued to pump into her,
frictioning hard and pushing his pecker in and out with faster and faster
strokes. And, at the same time, she was forced to open her mouth as Monroe
rammed his really gigantic penis between her lips, He stuffed it own her
throat until she couldn't breathe and then he too began to hump it in and
out, mouth-fucking her.

Lois rolled about on the floor, her mouth crammed full of black cock,
her ass filled up with yet another pipe-length of hot pulsating dong as
Tony kept smashing into her, harder and harder. He said nothing, using all
of his brute force and weight to slam his cock up into the very depths of
her bowels. And at the same time, he thrust two fingers underneath her and
right into Lois' hot, mushy and come-filled snatch.

She screamed out then, the pain turning to pleasure as the man
frictioned his fingers in and out of her twat while he worked his cock
deeper and deeper into her rectum. She could even feel the skin along the
shaft of his thick penis scraping along the hot dry walls of her ass,
plowing a deep penetrating furrow into her rectum as Monroe humped and
pounded his meat in and out from between her lips.

He was certainly enjoying her blow-job, smiling and shivering with
growing lust as she stopped feeling anything but delight. For her body, as
far as Lois was concerned, belonged to them. They could use it as they saw
fit. It was, almost, as if it was at their disposal. They were taking her
against her will, but it was like being raped and the idea of being forced
to submit to unnatural sexual acts made Lois shiver with pleasure.

Tony kept groaning, grunting loudly, "What a fucking tight ass, man!
Shit, it's so fucking hot and narrow, like she's burning my meat, skinning
it raw!"

Hammering away, he ground his hairy belly against Lois' ass, his penis
moving back and forth, in and out, never stopping as the heat and friction
mounted slowly but inexorably. Her cunt began to get hotter and hotter as
he thrust his two deeply penetrating fingers in and out of her pussy.

Keeping his cock in place, Monroe pushed it in and out of her mouth as
Lois gave herself to both of them, to these two big animal-men, loving what
they were doing to her. She knew that she wouldn't stop them, that they
could use her for as long as they wished.

"Oh baby, now, now!" Tony yelled out, cork-screwing down with a vicious
twisting motion as she moaned loudly, feeling the man's penis making her
ass throb with pain.

And then he came.

Snorting, screaming, his voice loud, guttural and hoarse, Tony's cock
shuddered and suddenly gushed, spurting his load deep into Lois'
well-filled and tortured bottom. She kept Monroe's cock in her mouth,
lashing her tongue around the thick pulsating shaft. But he didn't move or
come right then. Instead, he stared at his partner, watching Tony
carefully as he came, shooting his cream into Lois' bottom and bathing her
rectum in a rich and almost soothing emission. Her pussy was dripping wet
and it seemed as if Tony's fingers were scooping out her insides, her guts,
digging in and scraping up along the walls of her overheated box. She was
going to come again, but at that moment Tony pulled his hand away and
lifted himself off of her, his cock sliding out of her ass, coated with
reek and come.

As soon as Tony's enormous pistoning dick was removed, Lois felt the
walls of her rectum collapsing. She heard the guy's cock plopping out with
a loud and resounding squish and before she could do anything, before she
could move a muscle or say a word, Monroe had pulled his penis out of her
mouth, throwing himself down on top of her.

He turned her over on her back, lifting her legs up into the air. Then,
as she gazed with shock and disbelief at his sweaty black body, Monroe
slammed down and she screamed out, seeing his shoving his enormous hot
penis right up into her come-dripping asshole.

"Oh don't, don't!" she pleaded. "It's enough. I just can't handle
anymore. You'll kill me. You're much too big!"

But he only laughed at her, smacking his lips and flicking out his
tongue like a snake, a poisonous snake she thought with a shudder. He
guided his thick weapon in and out of her anus as Lois clawed at the air
and felt her insides screaming out with raw tortured pain.

Her rectum was filled with semen and Tony watched as his friend moved
his own hard dick in and out of the woman's mushy asshole, never stopping.
"Shit, it's so nice and scummy," Monroe called out, stretching Lois' rectal
walls as much as they could bear. She was nearly blinded by the pain as
the man's cock worked its way into her. It seemed much bigger and thicker
than Tony's and her sphincter muscles were going out of control, having
spasms as the man plowed into her, harder and faster.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he kept moaning, pounding into her. "What a
fuck, what a great hot mushy fuck!" Holding her legs up, he worked quickly,
breathing in deeply as Lois stared up at him, not believing what was
happening to her.

She watched Monroe's blue-black cock appearing and then disappearing
between her legs. He didn't touch her pussy and she felt the pressure of
his cock-shaft pushing against the thin septum, the divisional membrane
which separated her vagina from her rectum.

It was, she realized, as if he was plowing into both holes at once,
fucking up a storm, moving heavily against her. She listened to the
insistent thud and pounding as her weary flesh was used without mercy. It
seemed to her that Monroe had a sexual appetite which knew no bounds. He
wasn't a man, but a freak, a freak with a cock that rightly should have
belonged on a horse and a libido that made him seem like a wild-man, an
insane sex-starved savage.

And then, as far as Lois Baxter was concerned, the grossest moment
arrived. Tony rummaged among his tools and returned with something in his
hand. Suddenly, she saw Monroe brandishing a thick wooden hammer, a
blunt-headed mallet of some kind. He held it in his hand and kept
laughing, even as he continued humping away.

"Oh you won't, you couldn't!" she shouted, thinking that he was going to
kill her.

That, however, hadn't even entered Monroe's mind.

For he took the wooden instrument, this foot-long thick wooden mallet
and pushed it right between the lips of her pussy, shoving it down into her
snatch. Lois screamed out as she felt the thick phallic weapon bearing
down into her, filling her completely. It was thicker and longer than
either of the two cocks she had already experienced and she felt about to
disintegrate.

Then, using one hand to friction the makeshift dildo in and out of her
widely gaping and amazingly stretched hole, Monroe kept moving, pumping
into her ass even faster and harder than before. His huge pendulous nuts,
still loaded with come, slammed and thudded against her upraised bottom and
Lois saw the man's muscles rippling sensuously across his chest.

The veins stood out as his black shaft came into view, braided with
thick protruding bands that pulsed hotly as Monroe kept working on her
bottom, enjoying his non-stop fucking with gusto and considerable
excitement. And then Lois began to come, suddenly, her orgasm catching her
unawares.

Her hole was filled with the mallet which moved and frictioned up
against her battered vaginal walls. She began to claw and scream, a gurgle
of lust rising up from her guts, as Monroe kept pouring his meat into her,
coming as well.

His pecker exploded, showering hot come into her ass, filling her bottom
once again as he screamed out vile names, cursing her and raving on and on.
His body hammering her down to the floor as he shoved the mallet down to
her uterus, battering it into place.

"Man, what an ass. Shit mother you fucking tight-assed white bitch!" he
cried. "How does it feel? Do you have what you want? Is it enough for
you, honky, or do you want me again? Shit, you wanted cock so bad, big
black cock and now you have it. Oh god it feels so good all this come
shooting out, shooting ..." and his words trailed off as he fell against
her, pushing the mallet almost out of sight as Lois cried out, trembling
and shaking with orgiastic pleasure.

Her excitement was unbelievable and she was still experiencing yet
another climax when Monroe lay against her. His cock was petering out and
several minutes later she began to feel the pressure decreasing as his
penis got smaller. Finally, Monroe lifted himself off of her and pulled
the mallet out of her snatch. It was soaked with cunt juice and he threw
it disgustedly to the floor, pulling his tool out and staggering to his
feet.

Lois lay there, trying to catch her breath.

She was covered with sweat and come. White gobs of cream covered and
filled the wet chink of her ass, pouring out of her vagina as well. She
was literally resting on a puddle of semen and she didn't have the energy
to get to her feet. Every part of her body throbbed and the memory of what
had happened - what she had allowed to happen, she saw then with a flash of
recognition - the memory of her orgasms and what the men had done to her,
filled her with a nameless shame and unvoiced dread.

She didn't know what to do.

As she watched Monroe and Tony pulling on their clothes and moving back
to their work, Lois got to her feet, clutched her nightgown to her naked
body and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't know what to do and
it was several hours later that they left, saying that they had fixed the
leak.

But as for Lois Baxter, she was still dripping, even after having taken
a second shower.



* * *



Had he known what his wife had been up to that morning, what had been up
her in more ways than one, Bret Baxter might have felt a little easier, a
little more sure of himself. But he was as ignorant of Lois' infidelities
as she was of his.

No wonder she thinks I'm getting old and dull in the sack, he thought to
himself, sitting over his second cup of coffee and knowing that he'd have
to get back to the office in less than half an hour.

But he couldn't move. He was rooted to his seat at the lunch counter,
thinking of the things he had done in the last few months, thinking of the
women he had screwed and the times he had come home late at night with a
ready excuse on his lips, able to lie away any of his wife's nagging
doubts.

I don't know what it is, he thought to himself. I just need more, more
and more. One cunt doesn't satisfy me. Shit, everyone we know thinks
we're a perfectly happy married couple. If they only knew the truth, if
they only had a smattering of what really goes on in our lives.

For things, he knew, were not as they should have been. Despite a
successful career, a loving wife and two good kids, Bret Baxter was not a
particularly happy man. He wanted to save his marriage, but it seemed to
him that his cock always got in his way. He was always hankering after
pussy, pussy that belonged to someone other than his wife.

Not that Lois didn't satisfy him, but the very act of making it with a
stranger really turned him on and made him perform all the better.
Glancing about, bored and ill at ease, he found himself staring at one of
the waitresses.

She wore a slinky black uniform of some satin-like material, a huge and
elaborately folded hanky covering one of her tits. Big boobs, he noticed
with growing delight, feeling his cock tingling in his pants.

That's what I need, Bret decided. A good fast piece, one-two-three, no
questions asked.

And the more he looked at the waitress, the more he wanted to ball her.
A sense of excitement overcame him as he glued his eyes to the woman's lush
curvy figure and her huge ripe jugs. Draining his cup of coffee, he was
determined to have her. And as she walked behind the counter, taking
orders, handing sandwiches and plates of steaming food to the other
customers, he watched her ass swaying and dipping, bouncing an invitation
from side to side until his penis was poking up, struggling to get out of
his trousers.

Bret had a large cumbersome bulge in the front of his pants and he sat
on the lunch counter stool, still eyeing the young woman, waiting for her
to catch his penetrating and questioning stare. Finally, she saw him
looking at her, particularly at the lush ivory-white cleavage which peeked
out from the folds of her uniform.

"You finished?" she asked, pointing to his empty coffee cup. "Or you
want something else?"

Bret nodded his head.

"What'll it be?" she asked, rather impatiently, looking at him
curiously. "I don't got all day, mister. There are other people waitin'
for service."

Her arrogant and irritated manner amused him and he laughed to himself.
She was a turn-on, all right, he felt sure of that. Slowly, he got to his
feet, standing in front of her so that she would have no trouble, no
difficulty at all in seeing the enormous protruding bulge in front of his
fly.

Bret's pecker was hard and rigid, throbbing hotly as he watched the
waitress giving him the once-over. He knew that she would soon enough
notice his hard-on and he knew as well that she wouldn't be put off by the
sight of it. There was something tough and experienced about her,
something that told him that he might just be able to succeed in his little
scheme of things.

"So?" she asked, her hands on her hips, her lacquered black hair rising
above her head like a crown.

Reaching into his pocket as she followed his motions, Bret saw how the
waitress opened her eyes wide at the sight of the thick pipe-like outline
which rose up in his pants. Then, laying three ten-dollar bills on the
counter, he pointed to his cock.

"What the fuck's going on?" she asked, looking at him with a mixture of
awe, excitement and hostility. "This a proposition, mister, or somethin'?"

"Exactly," he said in an even voice, smiling all the while. "I'm not
fussy or too particular. Do you have a back room? It'll do perfectly."

"Shit, some guys are really too much," she mumbled. But, obviously, the
sight of the money was too enticing. She glanced over at the chef who had,
Bret realized, been watching what had been going on between the two of
them. He was a squat burly man with powerful arms and a florid complexion.
The guy nodded his head and winked at the waitress.

Then, she turned back to him. Bret wondered if the chef was the boss,
wondered too if he was pimping for the waitress, for it seemed that she
just might conceivably do this kind of thing pretty often, perhaps even on
a regular basis. His wink seemed to say to Bret that it was all right for
her to leave her station behind the counter and then, as she looked at him,
he noticed the sneer planted on her lips, a sneer of unvoiced arrogance and
superiority.

Her manner excited him all the more, for he hoped that she wouldn't be a
quick lay, a woman who lifted her legs, shut her eyes and didn't budge.
"Sure thing, mister," she told him, tossing her head back and motioning for
Bret to go through a swinging door that led into the kitchen.

He heard plates rattling and smelled food cooking as he got up and
walked behind the counter. He didn't look back. Through the swinging
doors he saw another door that led off from the kitchen. Turning the knob,
he stepped inside. It was dimly lit, but he made out a couch and an old
office desk. Excited by the prospect of having sex with the nameless
woman, especially in the back of the lunch counter, he quickly unbuttoned
his shirt, undid his cufflinks and took them off, laying them carefully
over the desk chair.

He could feel his heart racing. The thought of the woman's lush
sensuous body made his loins ache with lust and desire and he whipped off
his belt, unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His shoes and socks
followed until he was down to his undershorts.

Bret glanced up and down the length of his body, pleased with himself.
He was still in good shape and his cock rose up in front of his briefs,
stiff and ready for action. Then, sitting down on the moldy leather couch,
he lit a cigarette and waited for the waitress with considerable desire and
even more impatience.







Chapter 3



Less than ten minutes after Bret had disappeared into the back room of
the lunch counter, the waitress opened the door and stepped inside. She
closed it behind her, glancing at the man who sat on the couch, clad only
in his briefs.

"Aren't we a fast worker," she said smugly, looking at Bret sitting
before her with a huge hard-on, smoking a cigarette and acting calm and
relaxed.

"I'm not one for wasting time," he said, glancing at his watch and
hoping that his secretary would cover for him. He stubbed out the
cigarette and got slowly to his feet.

Moving over to the woman, whom he saw was wearing an embossed name plate
upon which was engraved NORMA JEAN, he suddenly lunged out, no longer
willing to wait or hold himself back. He grabbed the woman tightly,
squeezing the cheeks of her plump ripe ass as he pressed his lips against
hers and she began to struggle, trying to free herself from his fierce
embrace.

But the more she sidled away, the more she resisted, the more excited
Bret became. He was holding her firmly, thrusting his tongue in and out of
her mouth, mashing his lips against her and feeling his pecker growing even
larger as it frictioned against the front of her uniform. Her ass was warm
and yielding and before she could say another word, he moved back a step
and reached out for her boobs.

Standing where she was, her arms on her hips, the waitress glared at
Bret as he fondled her jugs, carefully and slowly undoing the topmost
buttons of her uniform. He pushed the satiny material aside and stared at
her black lace brassiere. Inside the wide deep cups he could just about
see her firm round boobs, the nipples pointing straight out as Norma Jean
sucked in her breath.

Reaching down to rub his fingers up and down the length of his
cock-shaft, Bret told the woman to get undressed. "And make it snappy," he
added, picturing what it was going to be like, the kind of things he would
do to her, the kind of things he would force her to do to him.

He was determined to get his money's worth, but Norma Jean still didn't
move. Her eyes were unblinking, glassy and doll-like. But he noticed that
her gaze was fixed on the outline of his cock. Grabbing hold of her hand
he pressed it up against his quivering penis and she groaned slightly,
running the tips of her fingers along the entire hot length of his cock, as
if to judge its very shape, thickness and size.

"Man, you ain't no bummer," she said with a laugh. "Ain't no slouch at
all. That's what I call a stud."

He laughed with her, caught her off her guard and helped her out of her
uniform. It dropped to the floor and Bret studied her, noting every detail
of her body as she stood before him. Clad only in her bra and a pair of
tight nylon panties, he was able to see the dark triangular shadow of her
pubic mound behind the thin and tightly stretched cloth of her undies.

Bret licked his lips, edging his undershorts off of his hips until they
fell around his ankles. Then, kicking them off and onto the floor as his
cock plopped out into view, he reached over and undid Norma Jean's bra
straps. They slipped off and she quickly unhooked them from behind her
back.

The bra came off then and he sucked in his breath, staring with lust and
mounting excitement at the sight of those two lush creamy-white tits,
rising high and firm before his eyes. He touched them, fingering the
nipples, kneading and fondling the soft resilient flesh as the waitress
watched his fingers feeling her up, cupping her boobs in the palms of his
hands.

Then, unable to resist, Bret bent down, crouching before the woman and
sucking in one nipple right between his lips. He scraped his teeth up and
down the firm pointy little knob, making her shiver and tremble against
him.

"Oh more, baby, more," she whispered, her hands moving up and down along
his sides as Bret got more and more aroused. He pressed up against her, so
close that his stiff-standing cock - rising up against his hairy belly -
grazed along the waitress' pubic mound.

With arms encircling her, keeping her against his hot excited body, he
kept sucking on her tits, stuffing as much of her flesh into his mouth, as
much as he could possibly get inside. Reaching lower, he edged down to her
belly, touching the elastic waistband of her panties.

Then, he simply tugged them down over her wide ample bottom and as they
fell to the floor his cock jerked violently. Bret could feel the crisp
hairs of the woman's pussy frictioning against his pecker and he cupped his
hands around her buttocks, squeezing and toying with the cheeks of her ass,
pleased that she was now clinging to him, sucking on his neck.

"You feel so nice and hard, baby," she whispered, thrusting a hand down
between the two of them to grab hold of his cock. Bret edged back and
Norma Jean gripped it all the more firmly, almost as if she was afraid he
was going to leave her standing there alone in the middle of the dingy
little room.

But that was the last thing from his mind.

He just pushed her down to the floor, took hold of her head and rammed
her mouth against his dick. At first, Norma Jean was unwilling, playing at
hard to get, she kept her lips glued together and Bret rubbed her face
against his crotch and pecker, savoring the warmth of her skin.

"Suck on it, you fucking cunt!" he yelled at her. "That's what I'm
paying you for. Suck on it until I tell you when to stop. And do a
fucking good job, too."

He pulled her stiff black hair until she screamed out and finally opened
her mouth. Then, Bret plunged his dong right inside, thrusting forward and
letting the waitress blow him as he ground his hips in and out, back and
forth, stuffing more and more of his rigid burning cock between her lips.

He held onto her shoulders and jerked forward and back, groaning softly
and loving the way Norma Jean used her tongue to curl hotly around his
cock-shaft, licking every square inch of his overheated meat. Her mouth
made loud slurping sounds and the heat built up in his groin until he began
to shake, unable to control his insatiable desires.

"Play with my nuts," he told her.

Norma Jean reached up, cupping Bret's balls and jiggling them in the
palm of her hand. They felt heavy and pendulous, bloated as if with come
and as he rocked on the balls of his feet, he knew that everything was to
work out perfectly, exactly as he planned, exactly as he desired.

He was aware of every sight and smell, of the musky pungent odor her
body gave off, of the way her tits moved and her ass quivered as she kept
mouth-fucking him, sucking him off with an expertise that told Bret that
Norma Jean was quite accustomed to servicing men.

"Having fun?" he asked, getting more and more worked up. "It's nice and
fat, just the way you like it. And I'm gonna wait until it gets so fucking
hard that when I ram it in between your legs you'll think that I'm putting
a pipe up your pussy."

He began to laugh, humping into her mouth as her warm moist lips
encircled his meat. Her tongue flew up and down, covering his prick,
caressing and lapping his virile pole of flesh until Bret felt his climax
readying itself. He pulled away quickly, abruptly, and threw her back down
on the floor.

Norma Jean looked up at him with wide-open eyes. She tried to catch her
breath as she saw the man bending down with catlike grace, felt him ripping
off her panties and crouching between her legs. Her mouth opened wide as
she looked up at him and she knew instinctively as most women do, that he
was going to give her one helluva good fuck.

As for Bret, he stared at the woman's tight little pussy, all covered
with crisp black hair. Spreading apart the tightly clenched outer flaps of
cunt-flesh, he marveled at the slippery red walls that were the inside of
her cunt. Norma Jean's clitoris was nicely developed, he decided to
himself, bigger than his wife's as it jutted forward out of the folds and
creases of her vulva.

She arched her hips forward and he decided that time was running short.
Her hole opened even wider as he heard her say, "Shove it in, lover. Don't
wait. I'm so fucking hot for your meat."

Listening to her panting loudly, Bret wasn't sure if she was putting him
on or not, anxious to have him fuck her and thus get it over with as soon
as possible. So he made up his mind to control himself, to hold back until
she really couldn't stand the suspense.

"We're not finished yet," he told her, bending down in front of the
woman's widely parted legs. He thrust out his tongue, lowered his head and
smashing his mouth against her hot crimson snatch, began to eat her out.

Norma Jean moaned all the louder, pushing upwards as Bret slurped his
way across her box. It was hot and sweaty and he licked and sponged her
pussy, paying particular attention to the stiff button-like knob of her
clit.

For when he chewed on it, Norma Jean seemed to go insane. She lunged
forward, trying to touch him. But Bret held himself back, hoping to entice
her even more, to make this bitch beg for his cock as she had never begged
for anything in all of her life.

He kept eating her out, faster and faster as he rummaged around her
pussy until his lips were smeared with her oily discharge and Norma Jean's
body was coated with a thick layer of sweat. Her skin shone brightly and
the dark red inside of her cunt, seen surrounded by its thick curly patch
of hair, made him go wild with sexual hunger and raw unparalleled lust.

He was pleased to see how aroused the waitress was getting. Looking up
at her, he smiled as she flailed around. Then lifting one of her legs over
his shoulder so that he could glance down and see what her asshole looked
like, Bret dived into her warm gaping hole, slithering his tongue in and
out with lightning-like speed.

But he still couldn't see her asshole. The crevice between the cheeks
of her plump white ass looked dark and inviting, wonderfully exciting and
he spread them apart quickly, marveling at the sight of her dark brown
puckered hole. It was creased and folded with swirls and corrugated lines
and he moved his middle finger down between her buttocks, fondling her
hole, rubbing against the thick black hair which grew in abundance, lining
her crevice.

Norma Jean remained silent. She was totally passive and Bret grew
quickly put off, annoyed that she was saying nothing, not even groaning any
longer. He suddenly jabbed his finger hard against her bottom-hole, trying
to push it right into place and elicit a response, some kind of comment
from the woman.

"That doesn't tickle!" she said sharply.

"But I like it," he said with defiance. "So tough shit, baby. I like
to see you wince a little." He felt angry, but his hostility was coupled
with incredible desire. A second thrust forward and his finger was deep
inside her rectum, twirling around and scraping against the tight dry walls
of her bottom.

Norma Jean began to moan then.

"Oh stop, stop it," she cried out.

But Bret just kept finger-fucking her ass, licking and sucking on the
woman's pussy at the same time. She began to toss about and was soon
writhing on the floor, her body convulsing. It was then that Bret was
fully convinced that Norma Jean was truly excited and no longer faking it.

"Okay, now tell me exactly how badly you want to get plowed," he said to
her, lifting his head and smiling at her, pleased to note the pained and
almost frantic expression on her face.

"Yes, shit yes," she told him with a rising inflection. "I want you to
do it, to stick it all the way in."

"Tell me more," he said sharply, pulling his finger roughly out of her
ass, disgusted to see it coated with shit. Bret grabbed the waitress'
panties up off the floor and wiped his finger clean, thrusting it down into
her twat and pushing up against her clit until she began talking again.

"Do it! Fuck me. Put your cock right inside and fill me up. I want to
feel you coming. I want to feel a load of hot cream spurting inside, your
cock moving and filling me so completely that I won't be able to stop
loving it!"

She was, he knew, putting on a good show for him, but he enjoyed hearing
her talk and told her to continue.

"Don't wait, baby. Stuff it right inside my hot wet snatch. Oh do it,
do it."

Bret got up on top of her and braced himself, his legs outstretched
behind him. "Take my prick in your hand. Put it right into place," he
told the waitress.

Norma Jean reached between his legs, grabbed hold of his enormously
swollen ivory cock-shaft and waited for Bret to move down. Then, when he
was in place, she aimed his dong into position and he moved even lower,
another few inches and it touched the lips of her pussy.

Pushing her hand roughly away, Bret took a deep breath, centered his
weight at his hips and rammed his cock right into place, right down between
her legs where her vagina made a V-shaped gash that was too lovely to
resist.

"Oh shit, it's too big, too big," she moaned loudly.

Bret laughed viciously and slammed down hard, feeling his cock moving
into place, making a tunnel down into the very hot depths of the waitress's
slick and dripping pussy. Her vagina was so tight that it felt as if she
was scraping the skin off his dick. Burrowing all the way down, he rested
on top of her, feeling the last hot inches of his pecker disappearing into
her hole.

His hairy belly pressed against her loins and he held her in a rigid
embrace, his arms around her shoulders as he began to beat out a sharp
resounding tattoo. Bret hammered his tool in and out with deeply
penetrating strokes.

Faster and faster he worked on her as he felt her cunt grabbing hold of
his meat like a well-oiled sleeve, a tight-fitting glove. "Use your
muscles, your fucking cunt muscles," he told her, banging into her snatch
with a wild kind of fuck-hunger such as he hadn't felt in quite awhile.

It's not Lois, It's not Lois, he kept saying to himself, reveling in his
virility, in his power and strength and ability to do it with whomever he
desired.

Norma Jean clamped and unclamped her cunt muscles around the man's rigid
cock. She felt him lashing down again and again, whacking into her, his
hips pressing her flat against her back. She felt her curly pubic hairs
against his flesh and she arched her pelvis up to meet his strokes, one
after another.

Bret felt insane, filled with uncontrollable excitement. His body was
keyed up like a well oiled machine and every thought, every rippling
motion, was centered on fucking Norma Jean.

The girl's like an animal, he thought to himself as he felt her raking
her fingernails against his back. They tossed and rolled around from side
to side in a frenzy of erotic delight. Bret slammed into her snatch with
all of his energy, savoring the tightness and the warmth as Norma Jean
began to nip his shaft, using her muscles to milk his cock, gripping it so
tenaciously that Bret thought there were fingers and not a cunt holding
onto his meat.

"Kill me with your cock," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Split me in two
I love it, I love your meat, your big fat meat," she ranted, clutching him
and humping up to meet each shattering cunt-splitting stroke.

He rained down blow after blow as his buttocks quivered with each
penetrating insertion. Bret was pumping his meat in like a maniac, push it
down into the woman's hot body, into the depths and farthest reaches of her
pussy. He felt a kind of molten energy overcoming him, giving him back his
youth and his adolescent fuck-power. And then, he knew it was all over.

He felt his huge bloated scrotal sac tightening as it plopped and
whacked against Norma Jean's upraised thighs. "Shit, now, now!" he
screamed out, grabbing her breasts and twisting the nipples savagely,
ferociously, as suddenly he came.

"Do it, come, come!" she cried out to him, feeling Bret stiffening on
top of her.

"Oh god, I'm shooting, coming into your cunt you fucking bitch, coming,
coming!" Red-hot wads of jism spurted up out of his piss-hole, drenching
the inside of the woman's hairy muff as Bret's entire body went through
spasm after spasm. Each burst, each shot of come was followed by a
convulsive shudder as if every muscle in his body was being used to pump
his semen into the waitress's deliciously tight and arousing twat.

He was still coming, his wads of sperm spraying into her womb when she
seemed to shoot as well. The waitress clutched him, held him against her
as she smashed her body up against his powerfully muscled physique. Her
tits pressed and flattened against his hairy chest as she kept shivering,
yelling, "What a fucking cunt-splitting cock, what a piece of meat, meat!"

Then, her climax overcame her.

Her words turned to incoherent ramblings and Bret sensed her going rigid
in his arms as she trembled and he felt a fresh discharge of her pungent
musky juice slithering down the cock-filled walls of her vagina. It bathed
his own spurting shaft in a sensual and oily film of liquid warmth.

Finally, they could do no more. They had exhausted their come, at least
for the moment.

He lay on top of her, drawing deep draughts of air as he tried to catch
his breath. He was sopping wet and his cock was fast going limp inside her
well-stretched and belabored snatch. When he pulled it out he offered it
to her and Norma Jean closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and licked
Bret's pecker dry.

But he could feel the old familiar signals telling him that he wasn't
ready to call it quits. Forgetting office responsibilities, forgetting
that once was usually enough, Bret was determined to stretch his thirty
bucks, to buy as much physical pleasure as he possibly could.

The waitress' eyes were closed as she lay there exhausted and Bret took
the opportunity to jerk himself off, rubbing his fingers up and down the
length and breadth of his cock until it slowly began to throb again,
filling up with blood.

Rubbing one finger along the woman's juicy come-smeared vaginal furrow,
he lubricated his cock, hoping that she wouldn't open her eyes and see what
he was doing. He knew that if she saw him with another pulsating and
throbbing hard-on, she'd say that it would cost and he wasn't in the mood,
wasn't willing, to lay out any more bread. So he worked quickly,
secretively, gazing at the waitress' beautiful lush body and her firm ripe
boobs as they rose and fell with each breath she took.

Finally, he was ready.

His cock stuck straight up in the air, jutting forward between his
grizzly muscular thighs. His rotund balls swayed from side to side and he
knelt down and turned the waitress over on her belly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked, opening her eyes
and taking a look at him.

He was crouched behind her, gripping his cock as he pulled apart the
cheeks of her luscious and irresistible bottom. Her asshole was too lovely
to be ignored and Bret knew that he had to fuck her that way before he
left. His cock was just itching to get inside those plump ripe orbs and he
remembered how tight and dry her rectum had felt when he had thrust his
finger deep inside it.

Smiling, he said, "I'm just going to plow right into your ass." Then, as
she tried to pull away, moving like a snake along the floor, Bret lunged
forward, wedging the round blood-engorged head of his cock right up between
her ivory-white cheeks.

"You motherfucking bastard!" she screamed as she felt the man's hot
poker pushing against her asshole. "You wanta kill me or somethin'?
You'll rip me in half you fucker! Stop it, now, this minute!"

But Bret wasn't about to stop for anything in the world.

He shoved forward again and with a great rippling moan, shuddered with
delight as more than half of his cock slid up inside the waitress' tight
dry hole. He shoved again, not wasting a second, impaling her to the very
base of his well-lubricated penis. Feeling his nuts hitting her ass and
his hairy belly frictioning the cheeks of her butt, he kept his dong in
place, savoring the tight warmth which embraced and surrounded it.

Norma Jean was panting, her face filled with pain. "It hurts so much,
so much," she moaned.

"Just take it easy. Relax," Bret told her, pulling his cock half-way
out, slowly and steadily. Then, he hammered his dick again, working up a
regular beating rhythm as he began to pound into the woman's ass, harder
and harder. At the same time he reached around and thrust three fingers up
into her mushy come-dripping snatch.

Norma Jean sighed with pleasure, her pain fading as Bret fingered her
pussy, exciting her incredibly as he worked his huge unwieldy tool in and
out of her ass. It was so tight, so incredibly hot, that he thought
everything was going along perfectly.

But he was in for a surprise. And not a very pleasant one at that.

Suddenly, the door to the back room opened and the squat burly chef
stood on the threshold. He closed the door behind him and stepped inside.
Bret heard footsteps and glanced over his shoulder, not so much embarrassed
as fucking annoyed.

"Get the fuck out of here!" he told the guy. "Can't you see we're still
busy?"

"Sure I see," the cook told him, standing with a toothpick between his
lips, grinning wickedly. "Man, I ain't ever seen Norma Jean here gettin'
fucked and plowed into like that. Shit, you just managed to stuff your
cock all the way into that girl's nice little ass. You should be ashamed
of yourself, mister."

As for Norma Jean, she said nothing.

She held onto Bret as he stopped stroking, waiting for the chef to leave
them in peace. But the man only edged closer and Bret grew vaguely
apprehensive, wondering what the guy intended to do. And when he took a
closer look at him, he just didn't know what to expect. For he saw that
something was tenting up the man's greasy white apron, something which
moved from side to side in front of his crotch, something that looked
definitely alive.

He's some kind of pervert, some kind of fucking voyeuristic bastard,
Bret thought to himself, wondering if the chef was the kind of guy who
liked to sit back and watch. He'd heard about people like that, although
he'd never personally come across them.

"He's just fuckin' raped me, Lou," Norma Jean spoke up. "He just pulled
my legs apart and raped the shit out of me while I wasn't even lookin'."

"What kind of shit is that!" Bret yelled out, trying to pull away from
her. "What are you fucking talking about, telling lies like that?"

But he couldn't get up. Lou threw him down and his cock, still hard,
sank down into Norma Jean's ass. "Where you think you're going?" the chef
asked, taking off his apron. "We're not finished with you, buster."

And saying this, he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it right off and
exposing his naked chest. He was, Bret saw, unbelievably muscled, powerful
as a wrestler. He was suddenly scared shitless and his cock was fast going
limp as he tried to get up again.

But Lou's foot shot out, kicking Bret in the side. "I said not to move,
feller," the burly powerful man went on, unbuckling his pants.

Bret didn't know what to do or what Lou was going to do, for that
matter. He had visions that the man intended to whip him or do something
else, something equally as freaky, equally as perverse. But when Lou
stepped out his trousers and his baggy white jockey shorts, Bret nearly had
a fucking heart attack, almost a seizure.

The guy had the cock of a mule.

Bret saw this long thick penis the size of a salami. It was dark pink
in color and as big around as his arm. He stared at it incredulously, his
face filled with disbelief, not seeing how such a cock could possibly be
real.

"You see this here piece of meat," the chef said, waving his dick in the
air. "Well, mister, I'm gonna use it just the same way you're using yours
on Norma Jean over here."

Bret still looked dumbly at the chef, not knowing what he was talking
about. He thought the guy meant for him to get up and let him get in his
place. That was fine with Bret, but when he told the chef that, the man
only laughed, pushing him down and ordering him to continue fucking Norma
Jean.

"He's a mean fucker when he gets angry," the waitress whispered to him.
"You'd better do what he says, mister."

So Bret reluctantly turned to the woman and closed his eyes, trying to
believe that it was all a joke, a sick and sadistic kind of game. He began
to move in and out of Norma Jean's ass and the friction, the pressure and
the heat all built up, combining to get him going again.

Despite his fears, he was still hard, still physically excited and
aroused. Pretty soon he was ramming into her with the same speed and
agility as before. His eyes were slammed shut and he was concentrating on
the pleasure when he felt someone's hands spreading apart the hairy
muscular checks of his ass.

At first, Bret thought it was the waitress.

He fingered her snatch quickly, hoping to bring her off, rather turned
on to the fact that she'd play with his prostate, tickling and massaging it
just as Lois had done for him that morning. He didn't mind a well-greased
finger up his ass, providing that was all there was to it.

But the chef, although Bret still didn't realize it, had other ideas
about pleasure and sexuality.

As he worked his cock in and out of Norma Jean's bottom, Bret felt the
fingers on his ass. They were strong and insistent, too strong to belong
to a woman and suddenly there was something shoving down against his
asshole. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder with frantic
speed, his mouth opening in fear.

But it was too late.

Bret saw the chef, Lou, squatting behind him, lodging his huge
mule-sized cock right between the round white globes of his bottom. "No,
please no, no!" he screamed out, begging the man to stop.

Once again, Bret was seconds too late.

Laughing like a maniac, the man shoved forward and a scream caught in
Bret's throat as he felt a huge fist-like thing bearing down on his rectum,
ripping apart the skin around his anus and shoving itself down into his
guts. He nearly blacked out from the pain and as he kept his cock in place
inside of Norma Jean's ass, Lou maneuvered his huge column of cockmeat
until it was sliding inside Bret's hole, stretching and ripping the skin as
it tunneled its way inside of him, going down without moment's pause.

"Man, shit it feels so nice, almost as good as a pussy," Lou boasted,
shoving hard until the last enormous inch of his super-sized dick was
buried up inside Bret's rectum.

He couldn't take the pain and as he began to feel the man pistoning in
and out of his hole, his heavy weight against his back, Bret fainted dead
away. When he came to, minutes later, Lou was still at it.

Norma Jean was humping up towards him, clenching and unclenching her
sphincter muscles in an effort to get him excited once again. But Bret
couldn't stop feeling the pain, no matter how hard he tried to relax, to
forget the nightmare that was closing in around him, happening as it always
did in what he thought were only Grade-B movies.

It was only when he sensed that Lou was unwittingly massaging and
tickling his prostate as the skin of his huge cock-shaft moved along his
rectal walls, that Bret relaxed and some of the pain and discomfort
lessened. But he was now incredibly angry, rage taking the place of
physical disgust and torment.

Ready to kill her for what she had done, for what she had purposely
allowed to happen, Bret swore to himself that he would fuck Norma Jean so
she would never forget it. He began to plow into her ass with renewed
energy, with a vigor and violence such as he had never felt himself capable
of.

Harder and faster he rammed his pistoning cock into the very end of her
bowels and her moans of pleasure were mixed with fear and rising pain as
Bret hammered away, hoping that Norma Jean was suffering just as much as he
was.

For Lou didn't stop.

He was a huge burly man, heavy and sexually insatiable. He crammed his
tool into Bret's ass like a demon, shoving it in so fast and furiously that
Bret's ass was on fire, burning and stinging as the man kept moaning,
breathing down his neck. "So nice and tight, feller," he moaned, pressing
his thickset thighs around Bret's legs and holding him in place as he bore
down with all of his weight.

At the same time, Bret drilled his cock into Norma Jean, feeling some of
his curly pubic hairs actually slipping inside her ass, he was grinding
against her so tightly.

Again and again he gave it to her, one merciless stroke after another as
Lou continued pounding into him. Hoping to get the man to come as soon as
possible and thus relieve him of the terrible pain, Bret worked his
long-unused sphincter muscles, tightening the width, the diameter of his
asshole and rectum so that he felt himself squeezing the chef's cock, as if
to milk it of its as yet unreleased semen.

"Harder, pack my shit in," Norma Jean called out excitedly. "Oh keep
doing that, fuck me, mister, more, more."

Bret couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying herself, actually
pleased with the rough non-stop treatment he was giving her. But evidently
he hadn't been the first person to drill into her hole. His fingers were
sopping wet as Norma Jean kept dripping her liquids and Bret knew that he
wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, nor keep up the steady and
relentless pace of his madly careening pecker.

The pressure inside his ass mounted, as if he was having his back
broken. Lou ripped into him with such force and animal excitement that Bret
could barely see straight. "Come, come already, hurry, now, now," he told
the chef. "Shoot man, we'll all cream and shoot at the same time."

It seemed incentive enough, for Lou lunged forward, faster and harder
than ever before. He pounded his unbelievably mammoth cock into Bret's
rectum and then it snapped and suddenly Bret was screaming, shaking as he
lay wedged between the chef and the lush hot body of the waitress.

His penis was down in Norma Jean's ass while his own bottom was filled
to the breaking point with Lou's thick overlarge dong. Suddenly, great
wads of cream gushed out of the head of Bret's tool, spewing into the
woman's ass as he shuddered and saw stars.

He came with an incredible force and energy. His semen, hot and
steaming, seared the waitress' butt as Bret shuddered again and again, his
muscles twitching as he felt Norma Jean reaching yet another orgasm a few
seconds later.

With his fingers wet with her juice, they rolled on the floor and then
Lou finally reached his climax as well. "Hold on!" he called out to them,
battering into Bret's ass as he felt his grapefruit-sized scrotal sac
whacking between his legs. "Now man, now. Feel it boy. Feel a man's
cream! Oh shit, I'm so hot, I'm coming, coming you cock-sucking
pussy-licking bastard!"

Something akin to an explosion happened inside Bret's ass. For that was
the only way he could describe the strange and perhaps incredible
sensation. As his cock petered out, drained of come, his bottom was
suddenly awash with a soothing thick ointment that he knew was the chef's
jism.

Bret kept his cock inside of the waitress as he felt Lou spraying into
him and he could actually feel it spurting, unbelievable as that might have
been. He felt it hitting the walls of his stretched and tortured rectum
until the pain began to fade completely away, replaced by a numbness that
was easier to handle than the insistent pressure of the man's enormously
thick and long penis.

Finally, Lou dribbled off and fell down on top of him, his balls milked
dry, his body drained of energy. Bret couldn't move and a few minutes
later, his cock totally limp and lolling between his muscular thighs, Lou
pulled away from him and Bret got unsteadily to his feet.

He didn't say another word.

Dressing quickly, he hurried out of the diner, having had his fill for
one afternoon. But when he finally made it to the office, telling his
secretary that he had forgotten something at home, something that he needed
for the afternoon's conference with his boss, Bret disappeared into the
men's room.

He closed the stall behind him and sat down on the toilet seat, lowering
his pants. His ass was bleeding and it was a good half-hour later before
he could get back to his feet, shuffling slowly towards his office,
wondering when the pain would stop.







Chapter 4



That day at school, Gail Baxter's mind was not on her studies. She was
a graduating senior in high school, having already been accepted to a
branch of the state university. Nothing seemed to matter to her, nothing
that is, except Paolo, the Italian boy who was an exchange student and who
sat next to her in her English class.

She had a study date with him that night and the people that he was
staying with wouldn't be home. It would just be the two of them. The very
idea of being alone with the tall and intense-looking young man made her
shiver with expectation.

And then she thought of her parents, and frowned.

Just that morning she had heard them carrying on in bed. It wasn't
enough for them to go at it every night, she thought. No, they had to do
it in the morning, too.

But her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had peeked into
their room, hoping that they wouldn't catch her spying. What she had seen
that morning still gave her goose-bumps. Her mother had been sucking on
her father's cock and the very sight of him naked filled her with a strange
creepy-crawly kind of sensation.

It was difficult for Gail to admit that she had liked what she had seen.
She had stared at her father's cock, feeling envious, jealous of her mother
for being able to take it between her lips and suck on it. It was the
first time she had seen him naked and now, as she sat in class, it all came
back to her.

She sensed that something was wrong, that she was thinking and feeling
things that were dirty and perverted. But she couldn't help it. The more
she pictured Bret's naked body, his firm muscular chest with its thick
growth of hair, his huge jutting cock and his heavy nuts, the more excited
she became.

There was a dampness spreading between her thighs and she tried to turn
her mind away, to concentrate on other things. But she couldn't. She
finally had to admit to herself that she would give anything, anything at
all, to have her father moving his penis right between her legs.

"Gail, Gail Baxter!" a voice suddenly rang in her ears, awakening her
from her reverie and jerking her to attention. She saw her teacher
standing before her desk, her orthopedic black oxfords pressed together.

Looking up, she smiled, hoping that Mrs. Phillips wouldn't accuse her
of daydreaming. "Take this note down to the janitor, Gail. He's in the
basement," her teacher instructed, handing her a folded slip of paper.
"It's about the broken window," and she pointed to a missing pane of glass.

That morning she remembered seeing Mrs. Phillips' collecting the shards
of broken glass, as well as the rock which had been thrown by someone who -
in her teacher's words - didn't care for public institutions or respect
municipal property.

Glad to be excused, she took the note and hurried out of the room. She
had seen the janitor on several occasions, a tall and stern-looking man who
spoke with a foreign accent she couldn't place. Once or twice she had seen
him in the halls, but most of the time he kept to himself down in the
basement.

But as she went down the stairs, Gail recalled the man's face. It was,
she thought, as if he radiated a kind of fierceness, as if he was angry at
the world. She had wondered what he did with his spare time, for he hardly
ever spoke to anyone except, she recalled, one of the new young teachers
who had started working that fall. Opening the door to the basement, she
stepped inside. It was strangely quiet. At first, she didn't see the
janitor. She moved into the main room of the basement, feeling a little
spooked. Pipes hung over her head and she heard the boiler hissing, the
furnace roaring several yards ahead of her.

Curious, having a kind of woman's premonition, Gail walked slowly
towards the rear of the basement, cocking her head to one side and
listening. It was, she decided, unusually quiet and then, from the
farthest corner of the huge echoing room, she heard someone giggling.

Her pulse quickened and she stopped moving, holding herself rigid,
listening carefully. "You shouldn't, really you mustn't," she heard a
woman's high-pitched voice say. Gail couldn't place it, although it
sounded vaguely familiar.

"You love it, you tell me so before," she heard a man saying. It was
the voice of the janitor and she tiptoed closer, hoping that they wouldn't
see her approaching, especially as stealthily as she moved right at that
moment.

Peering behind one of the thick pipes which disappeared into the
concrete floor, right into the school's very foundations, Gail peered
around and nearly gasped with surprise. For there on the floor was none
other than the janitor and the new school teacher, Miss Reed.

They were lying on their sides, still dressed. But Miss Reed's dress
was thrown up around her hips. Her undies were down to her ankles and her
pussy was fully exposed.

Gail just couldn't believe what she was seeing.

First of all, she had never seen a woman's cunt. Except her mother's
and Lois was a good ten years older than Miss Reed. She was extremely
curious and kept staring as the janitor slowly moved his big meaty hand
down over the young woman's smooth rounded belly, obviously exciting Miss
Reed even more.

"Emil, it feels so nice," she whispered, arching her hips and spreading
her thighs apart.

Her pussy was covered with a dense tangle of curly brown hair, forming a
perfect triangle. Gail could see the faint dark pink gash separating the
two outer lips of the woman's vagina and as Miss Reed spread her legs
further apart, the gash opened to reveal the hot and slick interior of her
snatch.

It affected Gail strangely. No longer a virgin, she found herself
getting excited, physically aroused despite herself. Then, ever so slowly,
Emil the janitor moved his fingers down, tickling the teacher's navel and
then grazing up and down across her pubic mound. Gail shivered
involuntarily.

She heard Miss Reed moaning, pushing her hips up again and again until,
finally, Emil thrust his long middle finger right inside her split. Then,
the teacher cried out with pleasure and the janitor used his other hand to
pull apart the outer cunt lips. Coming out from the inner folds of her
vulva was her clitoris.

It was much more developed than Gail's, a little thumb-like stalk and
knob of highly erotic flesh. It seemed to her to wiggle from side to side
and the janitor took it between his thumb and forefinger and began to play
with it, twisting it back and forth, rubbing it between his fingers.

"How nice, nice," Miss Reed kept panting. "Oh Emil, you shouldn't. But
it feels so nice. Oh, yes, do what you did last time."

"What?" he asked, looking up at her.

"With your mouth. Remember?" she asked. Emil chuckled loudly.

"You know," the teacher persisted. "Oh yes, eat me out. Make me come.
Suck on it and make me shiver, Emil. You must. Now, now."

Still laughing, Emil reached up and pinched the teacher's tits. Gail
saw how they were covered by the woman's blouse, but they rose up against
her chest, round and full. Then, Miss Reed closed her eyes and Emil moved
over, crouching in front of her. His back was to Gail and he was still
fully dressed.

Suddenly, he grabbed hold of her legs and lifted them up until they
rested over his shoulders. Then he dived down between her thighs, causing
Gail to crane her neck, just able - albeit barely - to see what the janitor
was doing.

It was incredible, she realized, watching as Emil's tongue began to lash
up and down across the young woman's tight little pussy, tonguing and
slurping as Miss Reed kept panting with what Gail knew had to be growing
excitement.

She thought of the first time she had gone to bed with a boy, almost a
year ago to the day. It had not been particularly pleasant for her and she
had avoided screwing after that. But now, as she watched the tall
virile-looking janitor eating out the school teacher's twat, Gail Baxter
decided that she had waited far too long.

The image of her father and the Italian student, Paolo, flashed across
her mind. She trembled, squeezing her thighs together, thinking of what it
might be like to have them plow into her, burying their cocks deep inside
her young fleecy cunt. Then, she turned her thoughts back to the scene
being enacted before her widely staring adolescent eyes.

Emil had buried his lips between the outer puffy folds and creases of
the woman's vagina. He nibbled on her clitoris until she was screaming in
a high-pitched voice. Emil covered her mouth gently with his hand, saying,
"We don't want the principal to find us."

Miss Reed quieted down and then, with a determination Gail had never
realized a man might possess, Emil pushed forward and thrust his lips and
tongue right inside the teacher's hole. He licked and sponged the inside
of her hairy muff until she was writhing on the floor, shaking from side to
side.

Despite herself, Gail just couldn't resist. Carefully, hoping that they
wouldn't hear her, she lifted up her skirt and bowed her legs slightly.
Then, she slowly inserted one finger under her panties until it went right
inside her vagina.

Ever since she had lost her virginity, Gail had taken to masturbating,
to playing with herself almost every evening before she went to bed. She
began to manipulate her clitoris as her finger moved in and out of her hot
gaping hole.

It surprised her that it was already moist and juicy, for she was
getting wonderfully excited as she watched Emil sucking on Miss Reed's
tight little snatch. The man kept slurping and cramming her pussy into his
mouth and all the while Gail wiggled her finger in and out, using her thumb
to friction against her clit until it stood out, hot and erect.

"Oh yes, baby. More, more. Suck on it," the teacher purred. "Cram
your tongue all the way inside. Oh shit it feels so good, Emil, so good."

Emil's head bobbed up and down as his tongue flicked across Miss Reed's
snatch. He was breathing hard and Gail could see his chest heaving as he
got more and more worked up. She wondered if he had as big a cock as her
father's and the vision of Bret's pecker exploded in her mind, making her
tremble uncontrollably.

"You want real thing?" Emil asked, moving his head away, staring down at
the young woman who lay before him.

"Emil, you know you shouldn't," she whispered, her eyes piercing,
intense and questioning. "What if someone should come down and see? We'd
lose our jobs. I couldn't teach again."

"No one come to basement," he assured her. "We hear, anyway."

He got slowly to his feet and then, still looking down at Miss Reed as
she kept her legs spread wide apart and Gail frigged herself rapidly, her
finger darting in and out as she got more and more excited - as if she was
seeing her father in action once again, Emil began to unbuckle his belt.

Gail held her breath, wondering what would happen.

Miss Reed looked at the janitor, the tip of her tongue flicking out from
between her parted lips as she watched Emil. He pulled down the zipper to
his pants and lowered them off of his hips. He was wearing thin cotton
underbriefs and when he pulled them down as well, the teacher gasped out
hotly.

Gail stared at the round hairy globes of the janitor's muscular
buttocks, still not able to see the man's cock. But when Emil moved Miss
Reed around so that they would have more room on the bare floor, away from
an adjacent pipe, Gail nearly blew everything by groaning out loud.

She crammed her fist into her mouth just as the moan of lust and
impatient desire emerged from between her lips. Luckily, they didn't hear
her. But she had seen it and she kept staring, unable to take her eyes off
the janitor's penis. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most amazing
cock she had ever seen in all of her life.

Rising up against Emil's lean washboard belly was the most monstrously
swollen cock she had ever dreamed of. It was even bigger than her
father's, although not by much. But as far as Gail was concerned, the inch
difference was still significant. It looked as thick around as her wrist
and almost as long as her forearm. It was, she saw, a deep pink color with
a darker hued cock-head. The head itself was like a fist or a ripe piece
of fruit, it was so big around. Hanging below were the man's nuts, huge
and hairy, wrinkled as well.

"I never can stop looking at it," Miss Read admitted, her voice filled
with admiration as she stared at the janitor's most amazing tool.

Emil grinned at her, wagging his hard-on in her face.

"It's always hard for me to believe it's real, that it's all you," she
went on, still staring, mesmerized by the sight of Emil's ten-inch penis.

It was true, Gail realized. The man had a cock that was too large, too
thick to be real. She couldn't imagine how Miss Reed would ever be able to
get it up inside her pussy. But when and if she did, Gail just knew for
sure that Emil would excite her incredibly. He just had to, she thought to
herself, staring hotly at the man's throbbing mammoth pole.

It rose up in the air, pulsating violently as Emil crouched down in
front of the school teacher. He tucked his work shirt up and out of the
way. Then, bracing himself on the palms of his hands, he leaned forward
and the young woman stuck out her tongue.

"Yes, suck, suck," he whispered, encouraging her as she began to lick
the bulbous and blood-engorged head of his amazing penis.

"I'm going to make you so nice and hot," she promised, "that when you
ram that ... that thing into me I'll just explode."

Gail was trembling and she thrust yet another finger into her already
sopping wet and dripping pussy. She hadn't come yet, but she knew it was
just a matter of time, a matter of minutes. Slowly, inch by thick and
cumbersome inch, Miss Reed opened her mouth to the breaking point, sucking
in more and more of the janitor's oversized dong.

When it was halfway in, she started to gag, unable to take anymore.
Then, Emil began to mouth-fuck her, pistoning his pecker in and out quickly
and smoothly, getting more and more excited. His huge bloated nuts swayed
between his grizzly thighs and Gail saw how the man kept arching his hips
forward, impaling Miss Reed with his enormously long and thick penis.

Yes, Gail said to herself. Tonight I'm gonna get into Paolo's pants, if
it's the last thing I do.

Still, she couldn't quite believe what was happening.

Here she was watching the janitor having sex with one of the teachers at
the high school. It was a spectacle that she was sure no one else would
believe. For after Miss Reed had sucked on Emil's cock for five or ten
minutes, he pulled it slowly out of her mouth and Gail held her breath,
waiting for the grand finale.

Grabbing hold of his meat with one hand, unable to get his fingers
around his own cock because it was so thick, Emil lowered himself down. He
moved slowly and Miss Reed looked up at him with wide and expectant eyes as
he pressed the fistful that was his cock-head right up to the entrance of
her hairy muff.

Gail's fingers were covered, dripping with cunt-juice as Emil shoved
down. She shoved them in and out, holding her breath as she watched the
janitor lunging forward once again, this time succeeding in thrusting the
head of his rammer right between the woman's outer and ragged-edged cunt
lips.

Miss Reed panted eagerly, begging him for more.

Then, once again, Emil pushed forward and the teacher gasped hotly as he
began to shove in his cock. A third and then a fourth frenzied and excited
thrust forward and he moaned out loud, his penis buried all the way inside
the teacher's incredibly stretched and cock-crammed pussy.

"Oh baby, baby," she sobbed. "I can taste it. In my mouth, everywhere,
it's everywhere! Fuck me, do it, give me more, more of that cock!"

Gail saw how the teacher's breasts heaved up and down as Emil rested on
top of her, grinding his pubic bush down against the woman's hairy mound.
And then, as her first climax readied itself and she tried to keep from
crying out with the intense pleasure of her orgasm, Gail saw the janitor
begin to fuck Miss Reed.

He started hammering his pecker in and out, plunging down quickly and
then pulling out again, never stopping. His huge round balls battered
loudly against her upraised buttocks and he moved with a fluidity and grace
that thrilled Gail to the very quick.

And as she came, her fingers clutching her clitoris as her body burned
with the fires of adolescent passion and mounting desire, Gail kept
watching, staring as Emil pounded away, plowing into the lush young body of
the school teacher, Miss Reed.

He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her hot gaping hole before
ramming it in again.

Miss Reed clutched him around the shoulders, emitting little whimpers
and sighs of delight. "Give me more, more!" she kept crying out, holding
onto him and locking her ankles behind his heaving back. "Plow into me,
Emil. Cram it in. Shove harder, harder. Yes, more, fill me, fill me with
your big beautiful thick cock!"

Emil snorted like a raging bull and Gail kept trembling, hypnotized by
the sight of the janitor's massive body bucking and swaying on top of the
young woman. His cock worked in and out like a sledgehammer, thrusting
deeper and deeper until she found herself gasping at the same time the
teacher cried out with joyous abandon.

Still unable to believe what was happening, Gail kept fondling and
playing with herself, her first orgasm passed and the second one was
getting ready to explode inside her overheated loins. She had never felt
so aroused, so physically and sexually excited, in all of her life.

"Hot, so hot, tight, fucking tight," the janitor swore in his halting
immigrant accent, thrusting into Miss Reed with jabbing dog-like strokes.
His cock, moving faster and faster, seemed to have a mind of its own, to
exist independently of his body.

Gail just didn't know how the teacher was able to take it.

Emil's lean muscular asscheeks were quivering and - in Gail's estimation
- his luscious come-filled nuts were whacking against the young woman,
never staying still for an instant. Then, when Gail thought she would go
berserk, Miss Reed cried out that she was coming, and coming soon.

"Now, oh yes, now!" she screamed hotly. "Cream, fill me, baby. Shoot,
shoot you beautiful motherfucker, shoot!"

Emil slammed into her with loud resounding thuds and as the teacher
raked her fingernails over his bucking swaying shoulders, he suddenly
seemed to stiffen. Having already reached a second climax, Gail's cunt
juices were streaming down the walls of her snatch and dripping down her
legs. She trembled and watched the janitor getting ready to come.

He babbled in a foreign tongue, his voice bellowing as he shook and
trembled on top of her and is cock drilled in, deeper than ever. Then, he
just kept it there.

Gail could imagine what it felt like and the very image of Emil's cock
gone out of control, spraying thick wads of jism into her hot dripping
hole, made her come again as well.

Clutching her, Emil lay heavily against her body, breathing deeper,
trying to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled away from Miss Reed and as
Gail quickly lowered her skirt and hitched up her panties, she looked at
the janitor's cock.

It was already getting limp, covered with milky-white flecks of his
semen. Come was dripping out of Miss Reed's pussy and she lay on the
floor, drenched in sweat. Emil helped her to her feet and she bent down,
sucking his cock dry as he ran his fingers through her hair. Then, when he
was clean, he stuffed his cock back into his work pants.

Even in repose, Gail noticed that it was a good seven or eight inches
long, a regular thick piece of sausage hanging between the man's thickly
muscled thighs.

"You sure know what you're doing," Miss Reed kidded him as he leaned
over and pinched her tits with his hand. "I just can't say no to you,
Emil."

"No one says no," he replied in a slow and halting voice.

It was then that Gail decided it was time to leave. She crept away,
trying not to make any sounds or attract their attention. The note lay
crumpled in the pocket of her blouse; as yet, undelivered.

She was still shaking when she got back upstairs and entered the
classroom. The period was just about over and her teacher made no comment
about the note, assuming that it been duly delivered. She had been too
involved in disciplining an unruly boy to notice how long Gail Baxter had
been out of the room.

As she sat in her seat waiting for the bell to ring, Gail kept thinking
of what she had seen. It stayed with her like a stain, an indelible stain
coloring her mind. And when she saw Paolo the next period in English, she
looked at him and smiled, wondering what lay behind the loose rounded bulge
in his European trousers.

She was determined to find out, and the sooner the better.







Chapter 5



If anyone would have told Gary Baxter that his parents and his sister
were not as normal and clean-living as he had always supposed, he would
have simply laughed at them. The very notion that the other members of his
family were secret swingers, sensualists of the first order, had simply
never entered his mind.

"Dullsville," he was apt to say when asked about his mother and father.

"A prune," he was invariably heard to say when questioned about his
sister.

But as far as he was concerned, life was just beginning.

At fifteen, he had already chalked up his first lay. The memory of that
adolescent conquest was still with him and he would recite each vivid
detail to his friends while showering in the locker room after football
practice.

Any why not? he thought to himself. Why shouldn't I be proud? I'm not
a virgin anymore. I tasted cunt, I felt it and that's a lot more than most
- if not all - of my friends can boast.

It had happened to him the previous summer.

He had been at summer camp and it was here that he had heard about Crazy
Annie. She helped the cook out in the mess hall kitchen and one of the
kids in his bunk, a tall pimply boy who had gone to the same camp the
summer before, had confided in him one night.

"She's cuckoo," the kid had told Gary. "She lets the boys feel her up,
shit like that."

"Did you ... did you ever see her ... naked?" Gary asked, wide-eyed
and excited at the very idea of a woman without her clothes on.

"Naw," the kid told him. "I don't like her looks."

But Gary had seen Crazy Annie and he didn't mind her looks at all. She
was a huge almost rotund woman in her thirties, with mammoth boobs and a
plump ass to match. He'd seen her waddling around the camp grounds and
once, when he had gone into the kitchen to bring back a cup of coffee for
his counselor, he had seen her leaning over.

As he moved closer, he sucked in his breath, for the rattle-brained
Annie wasn't wearing any panties. The very sight of her round white and
naked asscheeks made his heart pound and he covered his crotch with his
hands, embarrassed to be caught with so obvious a hard-on.

For Gary Baxter took after his father. At fourteen (and especially now,
at fifteen) he was physically well-developed, more mature than most boys
his age. He liked to believe that his cock had gotten as big as it was
because he had exercised it, jerking off three and even four times a day
since the first time he was able to come, when he was twelve.

But the sight of Annie's bare ripe ass could not be forgotten.
Afterwards, Gary was determined to see it again and see more, if he could
manage it. He took to sneaking off to the woman's cabin, a ram-shackle
affair off in the woods, not that far away from his bunk.

One afternoon he had disappeared from the nature walk he was supposed to
be on. He tramped through the woods and began walking more furtively when
he saw her cabin looming up before him. He didn't know if she was in or
not, but when he peeked through a dusty window, he was really in for a
surprise.

For there, squatting on an old-fashioned toilet bowl which was separated
from the rest of her room by a thin sliding curtain, was Crazy Annie. She
had neglected to pull the curtain across and Gary was able to see her, her
dress hiked up around her hips so that from the waist down she was
completely naked.

He remembered shivering with delight and getting an immediate and
flaming boner. Annie sat on the toilet seat and he heard a great rushing
steam of urine coming out. But what really got to him, most of all, was
the sight of the woman's cunt. He nearly came in his pants when he took
one look at it. It was a great hairy black thing, covered with a thick mat
of pubic curls. Visible through the ringlets of hair were two flaps of
thick skin that looked like lips and as the woman sat on the seat and peed,
she spread apart those lips and looked down between her heavy plump white
thighs.

As far as Gary was concerned, the whole thing was fantastic, just not to
be believed, because the inside of Annie's pussy wasn't like anything he's
seen or known about, except maybe the inside of a mouth. It looked all
slick, wrinkled and folded over with skin. She kept pushing one finger
down between those outer lips and suddenly, Gary sucked in his breath.

At first, he just couldn't believe his eyes.

He thought that Crazy Annie had a cock, a little pecker just like the
one he used to have before his own cock had gotten larger, longer and
thicker. It was about as long and thick as his thumb, wiggling back and
forth as the woman pulled aside the folds of her cunt-flesh and exposed it
to his sight.

It hadn't been until later that Gary had found out he had been looking
at a clitoris. But then, it was the first time he had seen a pussy and he
just couldn't get enough of it. Friends at school had drawn pictures, but
obviously, he realized then, they had made it all up, for none of the
drawings he had seen looked anything like what Annie had between her legs.

But what was more, Annie had stopped pissing, but she wasn't about to
stop what she was doing. Quite carefully, her eyes closed as she leaned
back. Gary watched as the feeble-minded woman thrust one finger in and out
of her wide gaping hairy hole. And as she played with herself, she twisted
her little finger of clit-flesh back and forth.

A few minutes later, he heard her begin to moan softly. Her legs
started to twitch and his eyes bugged out when he saw the woman's cunt lips
actually fluttering, waving back and forth, clenching and unclenching like
two fucking butterfly wings!

Annie clamped and unclamped her thighs together, pressing her finger
down into her hole, almost sucking it right inside as Gary reached into the
pocket of his blue Jeans and felt the throbbing outline of his cock. It
was hard and rigid inside his undershorts and he began to stroke it as he
kept looking at her, licking his lips and feeling his excitement mounting.

Annie then pushed in yet another finger. There were two of them, moving
quickly in and out as her great obese body trembled and her huge pendulous
boobs heaved up and down inside the top of her dress. Gary had a sudden
urge, a desire to bury his face between them, to thrust his fingers into
Annie's hole and feel the soft warmth that he knew, almost instinctively,
it must be like.

And as she worked, jabbing with short little strokes, he could see how
trickles of some kind of liquid were moving down the slick dark red walls
of her pussy. They formed little oily droplets which covered her cunt
hairs and her groans grew louder, as if she was in some kind of pain.

Only he knew that it had to be pleasure, for it was very much like
jerking off, even if Annie didn't have a cock. At the time, he thought
that the woman's clit was only an underdeveloped penis and the more she
played with it, the more he played with his own virile tool.

He suddenly looked around, just to make sure that no other campers, or
counselors for that matter, were lurking in the woods nearby. Satisfied
that he was alone and not being watched, Gary had pulled down the zipper of
his blue Jeans, thrusting his hands inside and grabbing hold of his cock.

It was stiff and really hard, the head swollen so round that his fingers
didn't fit around it. Still watching, his eye glued to the dusty window,
he began to rub and stroke up and down along the veiny bristling shaft of
his dick. It got even longer and began to pulsate, throbbing as he felt
the heat building up in his groin.

But Crazy Annie was almost finished.

Her fingers jabbed and poked in and out of her pussy and the droplets of
juice trickled down her thighs as suddenly she gave a convulsive little
shudder. Her eyes rolled up and her moans grew even louder. Gary knew
that she must be experiencing something very much like what he felt when he
came.

The woman's body was heaving and trembling on the toilet seat.
Suddenly, Gary's cock erupted without warning. He looked down and sighed
to himself, shivering as he saw his youthful cream cascading out of the
head of his pecker, filling his curled fingers with a thick milky deposit
of semen. Quickly, afraid that the nutty woman would catch him looking at
her, he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Then, he hurried back to his bunk, deciding to say that he had had a
splitting headache and had decided to take an unscheduled nap. He knew his
counselor would believe him. In fact, he knew his counselor would believe
anything he said because Uncle Dick - so Gary had noticed - had a pair of
very curious eyes.

Horny eyes, to be more exact.

On more than one occasion he had caught the older man staring at him in
the shower house. His eyes had been riveted to the sight of Gary's
amazingly well-developed cock and the boy knew enough about life to
recognize the look of someone who was hot for his body.

So he didn't worry about getting bawled out for leaving the nature walk
without telling anyone. As he lay on his bunk bed, he closed his eyes and
thought of what he had seen. It was pussy, he realized with a smile,
actual honest-to-god pussy. He couldn't forget about it for a minute.

Then, about two weeks later, the grand event finally took place. The
very thought of it still gave Gary the shivers, for it had been the first
(and as yet the last) time he had gotten fucked.

Late one night he lay under the covers, dreaming of what it would be
like to shove his cock right inside that great hairy cunt he had seen
between Crazy Annie's legs. And the more he thought about it, the more
excited he became. He just couldn't fall asleep, his cock hard and ready
to burst, he was so turned on to the thought of fucking the older woman.

The lights were out, the campers and counselors sound asleep when he
slipped out of his bed, rearranged the blankets so that it looked as if he
was sleeping with the covers over his head, and tiptoed out of the bunk.

He shivered in his thin summer pajamas and hurried off into the woods,
heading for Crazy Annie's cabin. A plan, a devious scheme, had come to his
horny boyish mind. Knowing that the woman was really not in her right
mind, he decided to fool her and get the one thing he really desired, the
one thing he knew he had to have before returning home at the end of
August.

Without knocking on the door of her cabin, he burst inside, only to find
Annie sound asleep, a huge whale-like mass huddled under the bedcovers at
the far end of her little room. At first, she didn't hear him and Gary
crawled into her bed, feigning an attack of the jitters. He pressed his
shivering body against her back getting an instant erection as he felt the
woman's warm smooth skin beneath her nightgown.

He began to rub his hard-on right between the crack of her ass. Annie's
buttocks pressed against him, round and plump and really inviting. Holding
his breath, wondering what she would say or do, Gary waited for the woman
to wake up.

And the more he rubbed, the harder his cock became. It was already
burning, itching with a persistent throbbing sensation when Annie finally
began to mumble, turning over in her sleep. All of a sudden he was against
her front, his head buried between her enormous swelling jugs.

Gary inhaled her womanly scent, feeling his cock inside his pajama
bottoms. It was pushing against something that felt crisp and hairy and he
kept shivering, knowing that he was touching the woman's cunt, even if it
was still hidden inside the folds of her nightgown.

Finally, Crazy Annie opened her eyes, really wide. She looked at the
boy, recognizing him as one of the campers. "Oh," she said in a funny
faraway voice.

Looking down at him, Gary turned red under her stare. He wondered if
she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy. He stopped moving and
replied in a frightened boyish voice, "I had a nightmare, Annie. I was ...
I was walking in my sleep. I feel so afraid, so alone." He trembled
purposely, looking up at her with wide frightened little boy eyes.

"Poor, poor baby boy," she said in that same freaky voice, a voice that
gave him the shivers. She reached out and drew him up against her, as if
he was a doll and she an over-age over-large little girl.

Her big strong arms encircled him and held him in their embrace. Gary's
dong was still stiff, as hard as it could get, moving almost of its own
volition up and down the front of the woman's nightgown. But when she
pulled the covers back and looked down at his crotch, he thought he would
faint from embarrassment.

"Mousie?" she asked, staring at his cock as it tented up the front of
his pajama bottoms.

His penis stuck up, hard and long like a stake. He couldn't say a word
to her, but he noticed how intently she stared, finally reaching out and
touching the head of his dong as Gary shivered once again, overcome with
excitement just by the woman's one tentative and fleeting caress.

Indeed, at that moment she was the first person other than Gary to have
touched his pecker. "What?" she asked, pointing to his cock.

"A present. A present for you, Annie," he said, gathering his courage,
determined to see the whole thing through to the end, to its logical
conclusion.

"For me! For me!" she said, bursting into a smile and suddenly pulling
his pajamas down over his hips. His enormous virile cock sprung out into
view and he looked at Annie as she stared at it, clapping her hands.

"Touch it again," he told her. "It makes me feel nice, Annie."

Nodding her head, as excited as a little girl confronted with a new doll
or a puppy dog, Annie reached down again and laid hold of Gary's cock,
running the tips of her fingers up and down along the thick pulsating
shaft.

"Hard, hard like Mr. Sam's cockie," she told him, rotating her palm
over the head of his enormous hot dick.

Gary smiled then, knowing that the rest would be easy as pie. For Mr.
Sam was none other than the cook and it was obvious to him that Annie had
not only seen, but had touched the man's penis just as she was touching his
at that very moment. And knowing Sam's reputation as an ass-man, a
cunt-man, Gary knew that the woman had been most obliging, letting the cook
use her cunt the way he must have desired.

A rush of pleasure and excitement welled up in him and gathering his
courage, he asked her if she had a "cockie" as well. Laughing, Annie shook
her head from side to side.

"What then?" Gary persisted, knowing full well but deciding that if he
acted like an innocent little boy he'd be able to pull the whole thing off
and get as much of her as he wanted.

"Pussy, Pussy, pussy," she purred, still, giggling, still fondling
Gary's penis.

"Oh let me see, Annie. I won't tell anyone. Honest," and saying this,
Gary reached down to the bottom of the woman's nightgown and quickly threw
it up around her waist. She lay back with a reassuring sigh and he got up
on his knees, sitting on the backs of his legs as he stared down with joy
at the sight of Annie's big hairy pussy.

It looked even nicer than the first time he had seen it. Gary wanted to
touch it, to taste it, to put his cock into place right between those thick
puffy flaps of skin which peered out from beneath their cover of curly
black hair.

"It's so funny looking," he told her, still play-acting, pretending to
be an innocent little boy. "What's that called?" and he poked a finger
right between the hairy lips of Annie's snatch. He felt the round swollen
knob of her clitoris and spread the outer flaps apart with his other hand.
Annie lay there and didn't move, watching him intently.

Then, he gasped with surprise and delight when her huge finger-like
clitoris popped into view. It seemed to be imbedded in the folds of her
cunt-flesh, jerking about from side to side on its thumb-like stalk.

Figuring that her silence could only mean one thing, that being that she
was plainly enjoying what he was doing to her, Gary suddenly threw himself
down between the woman's plump ripe thighs. She sucked in her breath,
saying, "Nice, nice. Cockie and pussy, pussy, nice."

He barely heard her.

His lips and tongue lashed out across her wide hairy twat, slurping and
sucking greedily. His nose pressed down into her split and he inhaled
deeply, savoring the hot spicy scent of the woman's vagina. It was musky
and pungent and Gary began to tongue and kiss her private parts, his
excitement and sexual enthusiasm mounting with every liquid touch, with
every swipe of his hot raspy tongue.

Pawing through the dense thicket of pubic hair, he stretched Annie's
puffy cunt lips as wide as possible. They were gaping open and he stared
intently at her clitoris before opening his mouth. Then, bending down, he
sucked it right between his lips.

"Nice, nice," she kept saying as he felt the little thumb of clit
trembling inside his mouth. Gary kept sucking on it like a child sucking
on his thumb.

And the harder he tongued it, scraping the tips of his front teeth up
and down the thick wiggling stem, the more excited Annie seemed to become.
"Oh cockie, cockie bigger than Mr. Sam. Nice," she whimpered.

It felt wonderfully hot inside his mouth and he drew it in and out from
between his lips, curling his tongue around it and sucking down hard.
Almost immediately, Gary felt droplets of Annie's cunt juice trickling into
his mouth. He tasted them on his tongue and smiled to himself, knowing
that he was about to succeed.

Then, swallowing them down, he lapped hotly in and out of her pussy,
pistoning his tongue quickly as he rubbed his inflamed thick cock against
the sheets.

He was stretching out in front of her when he felt Annie grab hold of
his legs and swing him around. She pulled off the bottoms of his pajamas
and he undid the top part himself. Then, as he hovered above her, his legs
outstretched along her shoulders, he looked back just in time to see Annie
lifting her head and impaling his penis right between her lips.

"Oh yes, yes," he groaned with pleasure. "Do it more, Annie. It feels
so good. Yes, suck on my cock. Make it hard, nice and hard. It feels so
hot, so wet."

Annie covered his cock with her lips, her tongue roaming up and down
along the shaft until Gary was in an ecstasy of delight. Even as he worked
his lips around the woman's amazing stubby clitoris, sucking and chewing on
it delicately, Annie was busy sucking on his pecker.

She had, he noticed every last inch of his dong inside her mouth and it
was so damp and warm that he felt weak, faint with desire. At the same
time, she fondled his tight little scrotal sac, fingering the root of his
cock and slipping one thick middle finger right up along his anal crack.

Spreading apart the tight dimpled cheeks of Gary's ass, Annie rubbed her
finger along the damp hot crevice until he shivered, his nuts contracting
as he quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth. He hadn't wanted to come
right then and as she looked up at him, surprised that he had pulled away,
Gary pivoted around and grabbed hold of Annie's nightgown.

He wanted, more than anything, to do it then and there.

He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control himself. Wrenching the
nightgown off of her he stared at her tits, huge white gourds capped by
dark pink nipples as big around as cherries. Then, throwing himself on top
of her, his cock slipping up and down along her hairy pubic mound, Gary
sucked in one nipple after another.

Clinging to him, Annie shivered violently and Gary felt the nipples
growing longer and harder, more firm, inside his mouth. He played and
fondled her tits, weighing them, cupping them in the palms of his hands
with the flesh overflowing out of his fingers and Annie's chest rising and
falling as her sounds of passion grew louder and louder.

"Oh cockie, cockie in pussy," she whispered, pointing between her legs
as Gary moved back on the bed.

"I'll make you feel good all right," he promised her as Annie spread her
thighs wide and the lips of her vagina opened up, all wet and glistening
with his spittle as well as her abundantly flowing juices.

Then, taking hold of his dong, he moved down, lowering himself slowly.
He watched his cock moving closer and closer to those wide gaping cunt
lips. Finally, he jabbed forward as he imagined he must do, crying out as
he felt the head of his penis making contact.

It slipped right into place between Annie's toothless gaping cunt lips,
almost swallowing him as he plunged forward. He shoved the entire manly
length of his thick weapon right down inside of the woman's snatch.

Annie clamped her legs around him, holding him in place as Gary felt the
shaft of his pecker touching and slithering against the slick wet walls of
the woman's vagina. It was the most incredibly exciting feeling of his
life and he kept his cock in place, as far down as possible so that his
thin pubic bush curled together with Annie's own thick womanly thatch.

She was whispering to him hoarsely, urging him on. Lifting up slowly,
Gary eased his cock out of its damp enveloping confines before shoving it
down again. Soon enough he realized that the harder and deeper he rammed
forward, the more pleased and excited Annie became.

So he shoved down hard and pulled back halfway before hammering his tool
in again. He could feel her using her muscles to hold him in place and the
more he pistoned in and out of her wide gaping hole, the hotter he became.

Gary was pressing his chest up against Annie's enormous bloated and
balloon-like tits, rubbing and frictioning along her body as his penis
plowed in and out, never stopping. He could hear his little wrinkled sac
whacking against her and she reached around and cupped his balls in her
hand, making him tremble with pleasure and growing delight.

"Oh Annie, it feels so good. Such a sweet tight thing it is. I can't
stop feeling so hot, as if I'm on fire."

Annie laughed, although Gary wasn't sure she had understood what he had
said. But it was, nevertheless, a laugh of physical excitement and not so
much one of amusement. For even then, the woman was humping forward,
pushing her hips up to meet each of his strokes as he crashed down against
her, cushioned on top of her plump thick white skin.

It was better, much better he reasoned, than jerking off.

Gary just couldn't get enough of her and the harder he worked, the more
excited he became. Finally, he couldn't hold back. "It's happening,
happening!" he yelled out as Annie squeezed his nuts gently as if to push
his come right out and up the length of his buried cock-shaft.

"Cockie hard, hard," she cooed.

"I want to fill you, fill you until you can't take anymore," he told
her, clutching her tits, one in each hand. He squeezed them frantically
and came. With a loud piercing shriek Gary yelled out as he felt his jism
flying up the length of his shaft and gushing out hotly into Annie's wet
gripping pussy.

She kept holding him down as he creamed, his orgasm making him weak and
senseless. More and more come spurted out into her hold and just as he was
about to stop, the last thick milky wads splattering into her snatch, Annie
came as well.

Clutching him, her legs trembled as she gripped Gary's back and shivered
violently. He felt something wet and syrupy covering his dick and as his
cock began to go limp, Annie kept coming, moaning and tossing her huge
girth from one side of the bed to the other. She kept Gary locked in a
rigid viselike embrace so that he felt his ribs pressing tightly against
her chest.

Her excitement was much more intense than when he had seen her on the
toilet. Every part of her body trembled and shivered and she was even
crazier than usual, moaning on about Cockie, cockie everywhere and pussy,
pussy, pussy ... she babbled, on and on, until she lay beneath him, so
exhausted that she fell right to sleep.

Gary crawled out of her bed and quickly put on his pajamas. Taking one
final look at her wet naked body as she began to snore, he opened the door
to her cabin and stepped outside. But before he could see what was
happening, he felt someone grabbing him on the shoulder.

Spinning around he opened his eyes wide, finding himself staring up at
his counselor, Uncle Dick. But before he could say a word or think up a
likely story, the older man began to shake him, throttling him from side to
side and dragging him into the woods.

"A fine sight!" he railed. "Is that what happens when I decide to trust
you, Gary? I saw what happened, I saw everything!"

"What do you mean?" Gary asked, frightened, wondering if the counselor
would tell the owners of the camp and have him sent home to the merciless
wrath of his irate parents.

"You know what I'm talking about, kiddo," Uncle Dick said sarcastically.
"I saw you plowing into the poor crazy woman. I saw you sucking on her and
fucking the shit out of her. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Gary looked up at the man, smiling nervously.

"Did you like what you saw?" he asked.

"What kind of a question is that? And wipe that shit-eatin' grin off
your face, young man. This is some serious business you've gotten yourself
into," the counselor went on.

But Gary already knew how to get out of any difficulties. He knew, once
he was finished with Uncle Dick, that the man wouldn't dare tell a soul
what he had seen the young fourteen-year-old camper doing inside of Crazy
Annie's cabin.

For he remembered, recalled with perfect clarity, the looks and intense
stares Dick had given him in the shower house. Now, shivering in his
pajamas, he decided to take things into his own hands, hoping that his
suspicions about the man would prove correct.

"But did you enjoy ... enjoy watching me?" Gary had asked, standing
with his hands on his hips, hoping that the older man would look down and
notice the erection he was slowly getting.

"What do you mean?" Dick said curiously.

"Well, you know. How did I look? I mean, did it turn you on because I
have such a big piece of meat?" and saying that, he took hold of Dick's
hand and pressed it against his crotch, rubbing the guy's fingers up and
down the length of his huge swollen hard-on.

His brazenness pleased him, even excited him. But what he was doing
still made him gag. He knew that he had no choice and he could see how
Dick was trembling, not moving his fingers away from his cock.

"Touch it," Gary whispered. "I'd like that."

Dick said nothing, but a strangled moan escaped his lips and suddenly he
was crouching in front of Gary, fumbling at the waist of his pajama
bottoms. He yanked them down and stared at the boy's huge virile cock.

"Do it," Gary kept whispering. "Take it in your mouth, just like Annie
did. Suck on it. I won't tell anyone. I like it. I like it a lot."

That was all, he realized, Dick had to hear.

Groaning loudly, the man grabbed hold of his cock and pressed his eager
mouth forward, taking it inside his lips as Gary closed his eyes, feeling
nauseous and unclean. And even as the counselor kept sucking him off,
playing with his own cock at the same time, Gary didn't say anything else,
not another word.

But he came, nevertheless. And Uncle Dick had swallowed down every drop
of his cream, smacking his lips with gusto and obvious delight while his
own cock erupted, spraying come all over Gary's feet.



* * *



Gary Baxter recalled all these things, the events - traumatic and
significant - of the previous summer. But since that time, he hadn't found
a girl to fuck. The chicks his own age were virgins, unwilling to let a
boy do anything more than feel them up. Occasionally, he let one of the
guys on the football team jerk him off and once, a month or so before, the
coach had even taken Gary into his office and had given him a rather expert
blow-job.

But that, he knew, wasn't his style.

He wanted pussy and the more he thought about it, the hornier he became.
He just had to get a piece soon or else he'd go insane, as insane and crazy
as Annie herself.

In fact, he already had a likely candidate in mind. A girl in his
sister's class had really turned him on. She had long blonde hair and
really big boobs, just the way he liked them. He had watched her from afar
and once, had even rubbed against her in the crowded hallway, feeling the
round smooth globes of her tight little ass.

If necessary, he knew he would rape her to get what he wanted. It had
been, he knew, far too long since his experience with Crazy Annie. And
Gary Baxter, unknowingly just like his father, was far too impatient and
far too sexually insatiable to wait until a piece of ass offered itself to
him on a silver platter.

He knew that he'd have to do something, something drastic if necessary,
to get what he wanted. And the sooner he did it, the better.







Chapter 6



Gail did not come home until late that evening.

She had told her mother that she would be studying with an exchange
student and so she had no idea of the fight Lois had had with Bret. It had
to do with money and love and, of course, sex.

Lois had ran out of the living room crying, locking herself in the
bathroom. The things she had gone through that morning with the plumbers
were still on her mind, although she would have felt much better and far
less guilt-ridden had Bret admitted his lunchtime escapade with Norma Jean,
the hot cock-teasing little waitress.

Had Gail been there, she wouldn't have believed that her parents were
actually fighting. After what she had witnessed that very morning, she was
firmly convinced that the two of them were still just as much in love as
they had been on the day they had gotten married.

But Lois had screamed out that she would divorce Bret and Bret had
railed out that he'd sooner fuck a chicken than take her in his arms.
Gary, upstairs in his room, jerked off, ignoring the loud crashing sounds
which came back to him. Like all "perfectly normal" families, he didn't
think it very unusual or noteworthy that his parents were arguing with each
other. Besides, he had more important things to think about. Like Sharon,
for instance, Gail's friend.

At the same time that Bret and Lois were having their free-for-all,
their "perfectly normal" daughter, Gail, was on her way over to see Paolo,
the Italian exchange student she had made a study date with that night.

She kept thinking of what she had seen that day.

First her father and then Emil. Both of them had huge cocks, far bigger
than the one which had plowed into her cherry, taking her virginity the
year before. She couldn't understand why she was so intrigued by size
alone, for she had read that the length and width of a penis had nothing to
do with sexual gratification for a woman.

But still, she just kept thinking that the bigger the cock, the better
it must be.

Maybe I'm neurotic, she thought to herself, embarrassed that all she
kept thinking about was cocks and more cocks.

And then she drew up a picture of Paolo in her mind as she neared the
house he was staying at. Ever since she had first seen him, she had known
that he was perfect, absolutely perfect for her. She had sat next to him
in class and her knees had gotten weak. He was six-foot-two with huge
rippling muscles and a massive wrestler-like physique. Someone had told
her that he had been a champion soccer player back in Italy, and she didn't
doubt it for a minute.

She had decided almost immediately that she had to go to bed with him.
His olive complexion, his thick crop of jet black hair and his dark black
and piercing eyes had all gotten to her. In fact, it was the very second
day of class that she had made her first move.

Paolo had, at the time, seemed rather shy and distant. But without even
realizing it, Gail had found herself pressing her thigh against his nearest
leg as they sat in class together. The young man didn't move, but when he
glanced at her, she smiled and whispered an introduction. He seemed
pleased and nodded his head and Gail had kept her leg in place, moving it
up and down very slowly, so as not to be too obvious.

She had wondered if Paolo was turning on to her and when she looked at
his crotch, she couldn't see anything but a rounded nondescript bulge.
Temporarily disappointed, Gail had concentrated on what her teacher had
been saying, wondering what Paolo was thinking and curious to know if he
liked her or not.

But as time went on, he opened up to her, becoming much more friendly
and warm than she had ever believed possible. And now, finally and as far
as she was concerned, "at long last," he had suggested that they study for
an English exam together.

Pleased with herself, glad that she hadn't worn undies or a bra, Gail
knocked on the front door and a minute later it opened up. Paolo stood in
the threshold, huge and imposing. He ushered her inside and she was
pleasantly surprised when, once she was in the living room, she found he
had set out wine and cheese and had even lit several candles.

It all seemed impossibly romantic, wonderfully grown-up and she sat back
on the couch, put her books on the coffee table as he went to turn on the
stereo.

She poured the wine and they clinked glasses. She kept hoping that he
wasn't as shy as he had always seemed. Then, the boy began to explain what
he understood and what he found confusing. But Gail was only aware of the
sound of his voice and not what he was saying.

She kept looking at him, studying him as her eyes roamed up and down his
body. He was wearing American clothes, faded blue Jeans that seemed molded
to his legs, as if he had showered with them on in order to get them to fit
so tightly.

His blue work shirt was open at the neck and she saw his dark wiry chest
hairs, little curls and ringlets which grew profusely across his wide
rugged chest. At eighteen, he looked even older and Gail shifted position
so that her skirt rode up a little and she hoped that Paolo could now see
more of her bare legs.

"Tell me," she asked, the wine having already gone to her head. "What
are Italian men really like?" She giggled nervously and ran one finger up
and down his hairy muscular arm, staring into his eyes.

Paolo seemed to get flustered and looked down at his lap. Gail looked
down as well, smiling to herself. Something was growing in the young man's
pants, definitely getting bigger and bigger by the second. She kept
running her finger along his arm, inching closer.

"Are Italian men really such good lovers?" she asked, noting the
intensity of his stare as he watched her every move, as he listened to her
every word.

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"You know," and she laughed. Paolo drained his glass and poured himself
another. Gail could tell that he was getting a little lewder. "They say
that Italians really know how to make a woman wild."

"Yes," he agreed, laughing amicably. "That is what I hear them say.
But I see how curious you are, Gail."

"Yes," she admitted, feeling giddy. Her heart began to beat wildly.
"I'm very curious, if you must know the truth."

Suddenly, she just couldn't take anymore game-playing.

She leaned forward and threw her arms around Paolo's shoulders, pressing
her lips to his. He put down his glass and grabbed her tightly, thrusting
his mouth against hers and slipping his tongue in and out from between her
lips.

Gail was overcome with excitement. She clung to him as his strong
powerful arms encircled her, drawing her up against him. Then, tonguing
her deliciously, his hot raspy prober curling in and out of her mouth, she
began to respond in kind. She felt Paolo's hard muscular body pressing
against her, gently lowering her down on the couch.

"I had my first woman when I was twelve," he told her, looking into her
eyes. "Since then I have slept with many, many different woman. But only
with older women from my country. Never with an American so young and
beautiful as you."

All she could do was smile.

It was as if she was in a movie, only the movie was real life and real
life was absolutely perfect. Gail looked at him as if he was a prince,
come to ravish her and make her his personal love-goddess.

She felt silly and romantic, but she loved the feeling, nevertheless.
Griping Paolo around the shoulders, they slid off the couch and onto the
carpeted floor. He moved away the coffee table so that they would have
enough room.

Then, holding himself above her, he looked down and thrust out his
tongue, licking her lips, sucking on her chin and then her neck. Gail was,
at first, quite passive. She let Paolo do whatever he wanted, loving the
way he moved his mouth down to her neck and sucking on her flesh. He
nibbled her skin gently and she began to get more and more excited.

Pressing his hands over the heavy mounds of her breasts, he squeezed
them slightly. Gail shuddered from his touch and he rolled her nipples
around between his thumb and fore-finger, sliding down off of her and
stretching his legs out on the carpet. Slowly, his hands traveled down
over her breasts, fondling and caressing them.

Then, he massaged her smooth rounded stomach and then crept almost
cautiously to her snatch. Gail moaned hotly as she felt the tips of
Paolo's fingers rubbing up against her pubic bush, still hidden beneath the
cloth of her skirt. Suddenly, he wrenched her legs apart and shoved his
face down between her thighs, pressing his mouth over her crotch and
stuffing the cloth up inside her chink as she lay back and trembled,
feeling more aroused than ever before, even more than the first time she
had allowed a boy to touch her private parts.

Gail could feel Paolo's tongue dipping into her split, separated from
him by the material of her skirt. She wanted him to rip it off her and
rape her, to take her brutally and violently until she couldn't see
straight.

Perhaps he read her mind or perhaps that was the way he was accustomed
to making love, but without warning Paolo grabbed hold of the bottom of her
skirt and pulled it down. Gail squirmed over on her side as Paolo wrenched
off her skirt and then her blouse, leaving her on the floor, completely and
absolutely naked.

"Oh yes, yes," he whispered, gazing with narrowed tiger-like eyes at her
naked, vulnerable and totally defenseless body, "You are beautiful, good
enough ... good enough to eat." He chuckled to himself and Gail shivered,
overcome with sexual desire.

Paolo looked at her and it was as if he was fucking her with his eyes,
taking in every detail of her body as she spread her legs apart so that the
outer lips of her pussy opened up to reveal the hot pink interior of her
twat.

"I am going to give you everything you want, Gail," he said to her, his
eyes fixed on her pussy, already damp and glistening with natural moisture.

"Tell me," she whispered, dry-mouthed, staring up at him with unabashed
lust.

Paolo rose slowly to his feet and Gail moaned with delight, gazing at
the thick long outline of his cock, encased in his skin-tight dungarees.
It looked enormous and she kept hoping that it would prove to be as
formidable and cumbersome as the janitor's had been. For she wanted
nothing less, only a cock that was as big if not bigger.

Of course, she didn't tell Paolo what she was thinking. But she watched
him without blinking an eye as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.
His chest was covered with a thick tangle of dark black hair, hair that
fanned out, covering his skin and his small pink inverted nipples.

His belly rippled, the muscles like ridges on a washboard. As far as
Gail was concerned, Paolo was just beautiful to simply look at. He was a
perfect specimen of a man and as he fumbled with his belt, she held her
breath, waiting for the promise she had wanted for so long, the promise she
had wanted ever since she had laid eyes on him.

Then, he stopped abruptly.

"Undress me," he told her. "And then take what you want so much into
your mouth and show me how much you have to have it."

He stood rooted in his place, his legs spread apart, his arms crossed
over his chest like a statue of a Greek god. His muscles bulged
unbelievably and Gail got cautiously to her feet, her knees weak with
sexual desire and physical hunger.

Then, crouching down in front of him, assuming what she imagined was a
position of supplication and adoration - as if he was not an ordinary man
but indeed her long-lost prince, a god worthy of no one - Gail pulled down
the zipper to his Jeans. Slowly, trying to excite him by the very
tentativeness of her motions, she lowered them down over his hips and
thickset thighs.

Glancing up at his narrowed eyes, she saw that he was breathing hard,
obviously quite aroused. Tugging hard, his Jeans slid down over his hips
and a groan of delight escaped from between Gail's lips. Paolo was not
wearing anything underneath his dungarees.

She couldn't hold herself back any longer.

Gail suddenly wrenched down his Jeans and gasped out, groaning so loudly
that Paolo began to laugh. For standing out, just inches from her mouth,
inches from her lips, was the janitor's penis! It was identical: the same
size, color, shape, everything. Gail couldn't believe it and without
waiting another second, flung herself against Paolo's cock.

She opened her lips wide and tried to cram the monstrously swollen organ
inside her mouth. "Yes," he said, stroking her hair. "Suck on it. Make
it get even bigger, harder. And then I will give you what you want, Gail.
Then I will fill you until you cry out, until you burst in two!"

Greedy, thirsty for a taste of his flesh, Gail ran her tongue around the
glans of his penis, probing the tiny slit of his puckered piss-hole as if
to suck up his as yet unreleased juices. Paolo shivered as she played with
his cock. She tried to get more and more of his massive erection into her
mouth, reaching up at the same time to fondle his nuts.

Jiggling them up and down as cunt juice trickled down her legs, Gail's
excitement and sense of desire was incredibly intense. Paolo responded to
her hot caresses pumping his meat forward as he tried to cram every last
thick inch of his cock deep into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat
and she nearly choked, pulling away and then bearing down on him again.

She ran her hands up and down around his hairy groin as he shivered and
she knew that he was certainly responding, that he was getting himself more
and more worked up. Finally, Paolo flung her down and off of him,
swiveling around.

Gail lunged forward, stuffing his cock into her mouth as he grabbed her
legs and buried his face between her moist and dripping thighs. "Eat me!"
she screamed out, licking and running her tongue up and down the
arm's-length that was the shaft of his dick. "Suck on it, eat me out.
Move your tongue inside my cunt. Lick it, harder, go deeper, deeper!" she
screamed, caught up in a veritable whirlwind of erotic pleasure.

Paolo's tongue was incredibly long and he dived down into her hole
rubbing it briskly up and down the slick moist walls of her pussy before
wrapping it tightly around her clit. He kept squeezing that hot little
knob of flesh until she had to beg him to stop, for she couldn't take the
exquisite intensity of her excitement and mounting lust.

But Paolo wouldn't stop.

He kept tonguing and sucking on Gail's twat, never pausing for even a
moment. His hips pumped down as he stroked into her, forcing her to suck
on his penis, harder and harder as she inhaled his musky sweaty scent and
reached up to grasp his buttocks, pulling his firm and muscled body against
her. His hairy chest was soon rubbing over her belly and his pubic bush
scraped briskly and fiercely between her boobs.

Gail was on fire. Shivers of pleasure and sensual delight coursed
through her body and all she saw was cock, big thick juicy cock staring her
in the eye as she tasted it, smelled it, felt it and clawed at Paolo's ass,
pulling him down to her.

Then, she did something she had never imagined. It was as if she wanted
to experience him totally, to know every part of him. Slowly, Gail pulled
away from his cock and began to suck on his nuts. They were heavy, filled
with hot cream and Paolo moaned loudly as he felt her lips and tongue
working over his balls.

But then she just kept going. Even as Paolo's tongue dug all the way
down into her pussy, Gail was already licking her way along the virile
youth's furrow at the underside of his scrotal sac. He shivered and
trembled, pushing himself against her as her tongue worked its way between
the cheeks of his ass.

"What is ... what?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. He was just
in time to see her spreading apart the cheeks of his ass. Paolo went
through a violent convulsion of pleasure and delight as Gail dug her tongue
down into his damp and coarse-haired anal fissure. She kept sucking as he
returned to her pussy, slowly sliding off of it and licking his way down
her vaginal furrow.

He was going to rim her as well and Gail responded by relaxing totally
as her tongue felt the puckers and creases of Paolo's corrugated and
dark-brown asshole. She inhaled his scent, his manliness and heavy body
aroma as the tip of her tongue worked its way in circles, swabbing his anus
and chewing on his coarse dark hairs which grew in abundance, almost
obscuring his asshole from sight.

Meanwhile, Paolo had found her own asshole and before Gail could do a
thing - not that she wanted to stop him, though - he had jabbed his tongue
down hotly, pushing it right up inside her rectum.

"Shit, god it feels so nice, so hot," she panted as she kept whimpering,
feeling his tongue entering, stretching the sensitive skin wide as Paolo
began to lick and tongue her dry rectal walls. His excitement and growing
lust was evident in the way his cock twitched as it rubbed up and down
between her boobs, frictioning hotly in her cleavage as her own tongue
corkscrewed down into his anus, slipping right inside.

She poked it in and out, tickling and exciting his prostate as he rubbed
his body against her, grinding down hotly until Gail thought his cock was a
crowbar, so hard and rigid that it seemed to press against her rib-cage,
making her weak with hunger pains, pangs of cock-hunger as her pussy itched
and burned fiercely.

"Do it, now, now!" she suddenly begged, unable to control herself a
minute longer. "Paolo, please, fuck me. Fuck me before I go insane. Give
it to me. I beg of you!"

He swung around and hovered above her, his eyes glinting, his tongue
darting in and out of his mouth like a snake. "You want it now?" he asked
in a whisper that gave Gail the shivers.

She nodded her head, looking down between his legs to where his cock
rose up past his belly, swollen and heavy, an arm of hot flesh which she
burned to have thrust inside of her.

"Tell me how much you want it. Is it big enough for you, Gail? Or
perhaps you would like two at once? That could be arranged, too," Paolo
said, motioning to the telephone.

Gail wasn't thinking straight and she began to babble. "No, just you
now. Just you. Oh, I want you to give it to me, to ram it in. Give me
your sweet hot cock for god sakes. Please! Fill me, shove it in, make me
groan for it. It's so big, so thick. I never saw a cock like that before.
I need it, I need it inside of me I feel so empty!"

Paolo kept smiling, showing two rows of perfect large white teeth.
Everything about him seemed oversized, from his cock to his fingers to his
heavy virile presence. He reached down between Gail's legs and took hold
of his penis. Then, crouching in front of her, his knees resting on the
carpet, he wagged it before her eyes, bent lower and began to rub the huge
fistful of cock-head across her quivering vulva.

Gail shivered, spasms making her tremble as if she was getting the
chills, "Yes, do it, fuck it feels great," she kept moaning, her eyes fixed
on Paolo's penis as it rubbed across her hairy crimson gash, spreading
apart the cunt-lips until she felt the smooth blood-filled and stretched
skin against her stiff little clitoris. "Give me all of it, every last
fucking inch!"

"All in good time," Paolo said, wedging the head of his massive steely
dick right between the outer fleshy lips of her pussy. It frictioned up
against her clit and Gail arched her hips, hoping to draw it down into her,
to fill her and consume her with his thick staff of virility.

But Paolo had other plans.

He obviously wanted to get Gail so worked up that she wouldn't be able
to control herself. And the more he teased her, the more excited she
became. He rubbed his cock-head back and forth over her clit and vulva,
never pushing it farther down to where her hot gaping hole waited.

Her cunt muscles kept fluttering, clenching, clamping and then opening
up and loosening again at the emptiness inside her snatch. "Please!" she
screamed out at the top of her voice, a rising plea which broke the
overheated turgid silence. "I can't, I can't wait ..." and the words
trailed off, stuck in her throat as Paolo lunged forward with a massive
bone-jarring thrust.

The scream hovered like a bubble before her lips as Gail's eyes bugged
out. For Paolo, with a crazed fuck-hunger which knew no bounds, had
plunged his dong right inside her twat. But he didn't stop thrusting,
penetrating and inserting, moving forward until every last thick inch was
buried down inside her vagina.

Gail couldn't breathe. The pressure pinned her to the floor as more and
more of the exchange student's enormously thick lengthy pecker shoved down
into her womb. It kept coming, more and more until the head of Paolo's
cock hit her uterus and she nearly fainted from the sheer joy, the sheer
thrill of having the youth's penis buried into her until she couldn't move
a muscle.

Finally, he stopped.

He looked down to where his wiry black pubic bush rubbed up against her
own curly mound. Paolo was in her cunt all the way, filling her to the
bursting point. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point and
his cock pressed against the thin divisional membrane which separated her
vagina from her rectum.

It was as if he was fucking her ass as well, pushing up against her
belly, his cock almost in her throat as Paolo slowly began to pull away and
Gail kept whimpering, panting and sobbing as he pulled his tool halfway out
and then plunged it down with a brutal agonizing force.

Harder and harder he slammed into her, never saying a word,
concentrating on what he was doing. Gail felt his heavy pendulous nuts
hitting her upraised buttocks, battering against them like a fist as he
drilled and hammered his way in and out, crushing her clit flat against his
cock-shaft.

He breathed down her neck as his huge hairy body fucked her, fucked her
expertly and with every muscle, every ounce of energy he possessed, "So
sweet, so tight, grip me, grip me!" he called out and Gail clenched and
worked her cunt muscles as Paolo pounded away, trying to hold him down in
place.

She had her legs up over his heaving back and she gripped his shoulders
as he crushed her with his weight and the sheer brute force and hunger of
his deeply penetrating thrusts. "I'll come, come," she told him, barely
able to talk.

Her orgasm seemed to ready itself in an amazingly short period of time.
Never had she felt the things that were happening to her now. Never had
she believed a man could fuck her like this, with such raw animal power,
with such strength and lust and driving throbbing force.

Paolo was her prince and he was raping her, taking her in his arms until
she felt his cock penetrating everywhere, impaling her to the floor as it
whistled in and out of her snatch, driving down like a sledgehammer until
her head swam and she felt her loins twitching, her cunt burning and her
juices readying themselves for the final moment of pleasure.

"Shoot you little bitch!" he swore at her, gnashing his teeth. "Come
and come and cover my cock with your sweet thick oils. Make me feel your
juices, your liquids pouring down over my meat."

His words were like perfume to her. They filled Gail's head and then it
happened and her climax was upon her, sending her hurtling over the edge,
filling her with an incredible tidal wave of pleasure as she came, her
ankles locked over his back, writhing and tossing about beneath him.

"Now, now!" she screamed with the sweet agony of her final release.
"Oh, it's so good, so good. I love your cock, your big thick juicy cock. I
love it. More, fuck me harder, harder. Coming, shoot oh shoot and fill
me," she moaned, unable to hold herself back as suddenly Paolo reared up,
pulling his cock out to the very tip.

His eyes were on fire; his lips drawn back in a snarl of erotic violence
as he screamed out like a raging animal. Plowing down into her, he
shuddered, trembling all over and coming as well. Suddenly, great
bullet-like wads of his come began to sear the walls of her dripping
cock-stuffed pussy, cascading like a flood into her hole and making Gail
weak, speechless, unable to do anything but hold Paolo as he creamed into
her snatch.

He babbled on, his words unintelligible, cursing and bellowing as more
and more thick semen spurted and gushed into the depths and dripping
recesses of her pussy. Gail's own orgasm was still gripping her in its
fierce engulfing hold and she was dizzy and drenched with sweat as she felt
Paolo's cock exploding.

She had never realized a man could shoot so much come. Paolo's jism
kept rushing into her box. He was like a horse, a fucking stallion,
shooting seven, eight, nine times in quick succession until her pussy was
filled with his thick white cream and it dripped down over her pubic bush.
It covered his belly and her thighs, dripping onto the carpet as he kept
tossing and rolling from side to side, unable to stop.

But finally, he began to quiet down and with a last and harried tremor
of excitement, fell on top of her, closing his eyes. He was breathing hard
as he crushed her to the floor. A few minutes later, Paolo pulled away and
Gail looked down to see where his come completely obscured her pussy,
dribbling out of her snatch and matting her cunt hairs.

Paolo's cock was slimy with his jism and he smiled at her, kissing her
breasts, her nipples, tonguing her pussy dry before he got to his feet and
disappeared into the bathroom. She heard him running the shower and lay
there on the floor, still in a daze.

Slowly, she got to her feet, looking down as come and cunt juice kept
dribbling along her thighs. She headed towards the sound of the running
water and when she got into the bathroom and closed the door behind her,
she could see his silhouette moving behind the shower curtain.

Pulling it aside, she stepped into the tub and looked at him. The water
coursed over his body, but what really surprised her was that even after
their strenuous workout, Paolo's cock was getting hard, lengthening and
thickening before her very eyes.

Reaching out, she touched it, knowing that she wanted more, that she had
to have it inside of her again. Paolo smiled at her, rather mysteriously,
soaped her up and thrust two jabbing fingers into her sudsy pussy. She
held onto him as he poked them in and out of her hole, scraping out the
come and releasing yet another fresh emission of her own pungent fluids.

Then, he turned off the water and they stepped onto the bath mat.
Suddenly, not knowing what to expect, Gail staggered back a step as Paolo
grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up off the floor. He held her
aloft and aimed his huge spear of a cock right between her legs.

"Wow, yes, give it to me," she told him hotly, locking her ankles behind
the small of his back as Paolo concentrated his weight and power at his
hips, thrusting upwards. The ruby-red head of his enormous penis pushed
right inside Gail's snatch and she screamed out with joy as she felt Paolo
thrusting his rod even deeper into her wet and dripping hole.

Pushing down, she looked between her legs, staggered at the sight of
Paolo's cock buried all the way up inside of her. Once more, she felt the
flesh twitching and burning between her legs. Desire and passion were
flashing through her body like a neon sign as Paolo started to pump into
her, pushing upwards as he held her in the air, her feet around his back.

His tongue was suddenly in her mouth and she sucked on it with delight
as he kept thrusting his huge penis in and out with savage probing strokes,
almost as if he was attacking her with a spear. Gail felt Paolo's enormous
blood-engorged pole of muscle. It pulsated and throbbed inside of her,
alive, moving as she kept groaning out with rising ecstasy.

And all the while Paolo slammed into her, leading her out of the
bathroom as she clung to him. The unbelievable pressure against the walls
of her pussy made her quiver and she kept gasping with delight, holding
onto Paolo as he carried her into the living room, impaled and squirming at
the end of his massive penis.

He led her to a mirror and they watched each other through the glass,
seeing their reflections shivering and moving as Paolo kept shoving upwards
with jabbing lightning-like strokes that burned her, singed her cunt with a
marvelous flood of pure and unadulterated physical pleasure.

"Yes, this is how it should be," she told him. "Always moving it in me
all the time. Shit it feels so good, so big and hot."

He laughed and gripped her more tightly, and as she watched in the
mirror, she saw his hairy muscular buttocks contracting, dimples forming as
he used his muscles to push upwards, ramming his pecker deeper and deeper
into the depths of her vagina. It was even better than the first time, she
decided as she kept kissing him, completely satiated, filled with even more
cock than she could handle.

But finally, Paolo couldn't take the intensity of his excitement. He
shuddered, screaming out that he was going to come, going to shoot yet
another thick load of semen into her pussy. "Do it!" Gail encouraged him,
hugging him around the neck as her legs slipped down to his upper thighs
and she wiggled her body back and forth, mashing her belly against Paolo's
flat and hairy loins.

Screaming out, the young man came with a roar, every muscle in his body
twitching and shaking as Gail felt yet another load of semen pouring into
her, dripping over her pussy and down her thighs. Her insides felt mushy,
churning with come as she too let loose, her orgasm upon her in a flash.

"Cock!" she yelled out. "Cock, fuck me, harder, harder shit I love it
so much. I want more, more you big cocked animal. Fuck me. Do it, fill
me, more!"

The words came out like his come, in bursts and wads that stung her
insides as she lay against him, her head buried in the hollow of his
shoulder, shivering violently and feeling such love, such ecstasy, that it
was all like a dream, too good to be true, too exciting to be real and
actual.

But it was real and even as he pulled his mule-cock out of her wide and
mushy hole, letting her down gently to the floor, Gail was still coming,
squirming and mewling as she looked up at him, looked at his come-dripping
cock and closed her eyes, totally satisfied, totally fulfilled.

Less than an hour later, when she had dressed and Paolo stood before
her, wearing his Jeans and his shirt and looking at her with a smile of
gratification, Gail couldn't resist.

She dropped to her knees, pulled down his zipper and thrust her mouth
over his thick but detumescent tool. It rose up in her throat, filling her
mouth as she sucked him off yet another time, kept blowing him, tonguing
and lapping on his dick until he fell against her and shot his load,
pouring his come into her mouth with amazing force and vitality. She
couldn't believe that he could have so much jism in him, so much come to
give her as she swallowed it down, wiped a trickle of hot come from the
corner of her mouth and got to her feet.

"Tomorrow," he promised, kissing her on the cheek and shoving one hand
under her skirt, pressing it against her damp and overheated vulva.

"Tomorrow," she repeated, gathering up her books and leaving him
standing there in the living room, his pecker hanging out of his pants,
reaching halfway to his knee as he waved a hand and said goodnight.







Chapter 7



Gathered around the breakfast table were the Baxters, that wonderfully
amusing, perfectly normal American family. Only Bret wasn't on speaking
terms with Lois and Gail was too preoccupied thinking of Paolo while her
younger brother, Gary, was thinking of what it would be like to ram his
cock right between Sharon's legs. The latter being a friend of his sister,
Gary looked up and stared at Gail curiously.

"How was your date last night?" he asked.

Gail did not enjoy his sarcastic tone.

"Did you get a lot of cramming in?" her mother asked.

"I'm late," Gail announced, jumping up from her seat and hurrying out of
the kitchen.

"What's the matter with her?" Gary asked. He stayed where he was,
waiting for his hard-on to go down so he could leave for school. He didn't
want his parents to think he was that much of a freak. But finally, when
the tremors of his imagination had passed and his penis had assumed normal
proportions, he too got up and excused himself.

Lois and Bret were left alone.

Lois broke her self-imposed silence to ask, "Are you going to be home
tonight?"

"And why shouldn't I?" he replied.

"Look, Bret, do what you please. But we accepted that cocktail party
invitation over at the Lanes." The Lanes were a new couple that had moved
in down the block. Lois had seen Mr. Lane for the first time a few days
ago. She was immediately impressed with his rugged good looks and
determined manner and, as a result, was rather anxious to go to his party
and get to know him better.

"Are you still angry with me?" he suddenly asked, putting down his paper
and looking at her with a serious and questioning intensity. Lois did not
know what to say.

She felt confused, speechless, not understanding what her marriage had
come to. It seemed to her that each day was filled with nagging little
worries, doubts, petty problems which she no longer wished to handle or
confront.

"No, I'm not angry with you," she finally replied, knowing that she was
too much in love with her husband, despite his deficiencies, to keep up a
grudge for any period of time.

"I'll be home, straight from the office," he promised her, getting up
and giving her a fast peck on the cheek. Then he was gone and Lois sat
there, alone with her thoughts. She had wanted Bret to take her in his
arms, to press against her and smother her with kisses and fierce burning
caresses.

That was the way it used to be, she reflected bitterly, staring into her
empty coffee cup.

But now, Bret always seemed too busy, always seemed to be running and
the modicum of affection he gave her, even his nightly bouts of fucking,
were not enough to keep her happy. She needed something more, something
more exciting. Something exotic, arousing, forbidden.

She thought of her son and smiled secretly to herself.

She thought of Mr. Andrew Lane and shivered involuntarily, pressing her
thighs together, knowing exactly what she would do.

Andrew Lane worked in advertising. His wife June had been a high
fashion model before her marriage and that evening, as Lois stood talking
to her new neighbor with a drink clutched in her hand, she couldn't help
but notice that her husband Bret wasn't able to keep his eyes off Andrew's
wife.

But, at the same time, she sort of flipped out for Andrew. "Andy," he
had insisted, looking at her and smiling broadly. Lois felt that she had a
crush, a girlish infatuation for the handsome granite-faced man.

He reminded her of a movie actor, one of her favorites. There was
something of the frontier hero in him, as if he should have been a
gunfighter or a law-enforcing sheriff in a Western town. He walked like a
panther, all svelte and muscled, slinking around with amazing grace and
poise. In fact, Lois felt that Andy Lane radiated sexuality and she began
to wonder what it might be like to go to bed with him. The thought lodged
in her brain and began to nag her.

And the more she looked at him, the more physically aroused she became.
Something was happening to her, she realized. Ever since the morning
before, when she had done all those things with the two plumbers, Monroe
and Tony, Lois felt that she had somehow changed, somehow crossed over an
invisible boundary line. Now, she knew she couldn't go back; she couldn't
return to being the chaste and staid Mrs. Bret Baxter, beloved wife and
mother of two.

She looked at Andy with unabashed lust, having no control - or desire to
control - over her feelings. When her drink was empty she disappeared into
the kitchen to fix herself another. The first had already gone to her head
and she was leaning against the sink counter, fantasizing and dreamy-eyed,
when Andy Lane came through the swinging shutter doors.

She turned around and caught him staring at her ass. Lois turned red,
suddenly embarrassed, but secretly pleased that her new neighbor had
already begun to show interest, especially in her body. "Are you enjoying
yourself?" he asked, looking as if he was mentally undressing her.

He wore an open-necked shirt that showed the muscles on his chest. It
was tapered and highly fashioned, clinging to him tightly. Lois saw how
the man's muscles rippled and how firm and well-proportioned he was. And
when she glanced down, she could see a promising loose bulge resting
against one thigh.

She wondered how big Andy Lane's cock was and she blushed even more,
ashamed of herself for thinking such wicked thoughts. "I'm so glad we're
neighbors," she finally said, looking up and into his eyes, two dark blue
eyes which seemed to pierce her, to drill into her thoughts as if to
discover what she really and truly felt about things and perhaps him in
particular.

"I think you and your husband are going to end up being good friends of
ours," he replied.

"We'd love to have you over for dinner. How about sometime next week?"
Lois said hurriedly, wondering if he was going to leave her standing there,
alone with her thoughts and unexpressed physical desires.

"I'm sure June would really enjoy that," he told her in a deep throaty
voice that made her knees weak.

Despite herself, Lois could feel something happening to her. Her loins
seemed to be getting hotter and something itched and tingled, burning
slightly inside her pussy. She believed that she was actually getting so
turned on as to be unable to control herself or realize what she was
saying.

Holding her drink in one hand, she suddenly began to shake. She felt
nervous and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused, all at once. And as she
stood there, wondering what she should do or say next, she sort of tipped
her hand and the drink spilled over, splashing over the front of Andy's
trousers.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. That was awfully clumsy of me," she told him,
apologizing and ashamed of herself for being so graceless. She grabbed a
napkin off the counter and bent down, wiping the front of his pants in an
effort to get up some of the fast-spreading liquid. It was already
staining his lap and she rubbed briskly, feeling awkward and confused.

And then, the strangest thing happened.

The more she rubbed against his trousers, the more excited she became.
Lois began to realize what she was doing, but it was already too late to
stop or make amends. Besides, she just didn't want to put a halt to her
fumbling caresses.

Andy Lane stood with his legs spread apart, saying nothing to her. But
as Lois stared at the man's crotch which faced her at eye-level, she saw
the loose bulge along one thigh coming alive. She kept rubbing, secretly
wishing to feel what it was like. She wondered if he knew what she was
doing, for he kept quiet, breathing deeply.

Shit, he's m-a-n, she thought to herself, gathering her courage and
suddenly pressing her fingers flat against the mound which bulged out of
his trousers. Lois stifled a gasp of pleasure and delight as she felt the
outline of his cock.

Andy had an erection, but it was no ordinary hard-on.

It thrust forward along his leg, reaching almost all of the way down to
his knee. She just couldn't believe it was real, for it seemed twice as
big as her husband's penis and much, much thicker.

No one has small cocks anymore, she said to herself, drunk and giddy and
feeling wonderfully excited.

She thought of Tony and Monroe, shivered slightly and then turned her
attentions back to Andy Lane. Feeling the liquor moving inside her system,
she didn't get to her feet. Instead, she stayed crouched down in front of
her new neighbor, making little motions with the damp napkin, really
feeling him up.

Suddenly, he asked, "Does it excite you, Lois?"

She jerked her head up, incredibly embarrassed. Her face turned red and
slowly, she got to her feet. But she still looked down to where the man's
huge thing pulsed and throbbed inside his pants. Lois didn't know what to
say and Andy Lane took her by the arm and led her to the back of the
kitchen.

He opened the door to the basement and she walked down the stairs,
staggering, half-blind in the dim incandescent light. Her heart was racing
wildly and she didn't know what to do or what to expect. When they got
downstairs, Andy led her to an old foam rubber couch against one of the
room's knotty-pine paneled walls.

She sat down and as soon as her ass touched the seat cushion, he reached
over and took her in his arms. Suddenly she was weak, unable to hold back
any longer. She looked at him as he held her in his embrace, radiating
tremendous virility and hyper-sexuality.

Andy leaned forward and Lois kept her eyes closed until she felt the
man's thick sensuous lips touching her own. At first, the kiss was gentle,
subtle and easy, but soon he gripped her more firmly and after a moment or
two he became almost fierce, pressing his mouth feverishly against her
lips.

Lois responded to his kiss as she had never responded before. And when
Andy thrust the tip of his long hot tongue between her lips, she opened
them up and let him move inside. His tongue curled around her own, hot and
raspy as he licked the insides of her cheeks and kissed her with a warmth
and passion that made her feel like a girl again, a young hot-blooded
teenager who was like putty in his arms, his to command, to use as he saw
fit.

Gently, slowly, even as he kept his mouth against hers, kissing and
tongue-fucking her deliciously, Andy's hands moved down off of her
shoulders. Lois shivered again as she felt him edging closer and closer to
her breasts. And when he touched them, she trembled, feeling the tips of
his long strong fingers grazing gently across her heaving and succulent
boobs.

Andy pressed the palms of his hands over her blouse and squeezed her
tits, fondling them, moving them around in his huge meaty paws. Lois kept
kissing him, her eyes still closed, but her own two hands moving now that
Andy had unleashed the tigress in her.

"Wonderful," she whispered to him. "So hot and hard, so big. I love
the way you hold me, the way you feel you big motherfucking stud!"

He laughed, but it was a laugh of delight and Lois rubbed her fingers
over his chest, slipped her hands into his open shirt and felt the heat of
his smooth burnished flesh. His chest was perfectly hairless and so
velvety and slick that she crushed her lips against his and leaned forward,
pushing her hips upwards to his crotch as he lowered her down on the couch
and moved on top of her.

And then they were grinding together as he dry humped her, pushing his
body down against hers so that Lois could feel the massive swollen cock
that moved in the man's pants.

It rubbed against her pussy and her panties were already soaking wet,
dripping with her abundantly flowing hot juices as her cunt burned with a
fire that could only be extinguished once he shoved his pole of manhood
down into her hairy snatch.

Andy sucked on her neck and edged lower, licking down her chest and
deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed his head over her tits, still
encased in her bra. Then, he began to suck on them through the lacy
material. Her nipples grew hard and firm as he lashed his wet hungry mouth
over her boobs and, at the same time, Lois moaned softly as she felt Andy
sliding one hand up and under her skirt.

"God, you're making me feel insane," she told him, not daring to move,
holding onto him as his large and powerful hand edged up her thigh, rubbing
and exciting her incredibly.

"Baby, I'm so hot for you. I'm burning to get inside, sugar," he
groaned, finally reaching the front of her panties.

Lois gasped as Andy felt the wetness of her undies. Then, he slipped
one finger under the elastic legging and grazed against the border of her
pubic turf. She didn't know what was happening, except that there was this
animal on top of her, this animal that was a man who excited her to a
degree she found almost frightening.

Whereas Monroe and Tony constituted blind and mindless cocks, devices
she had used for her own ends, Andy Lane was different. Somehow, she felt
that he was special, unusual and she clung to him with abandon, shivering
as his finger kept exploring, moving over her pussy until he reached the
hairy split between her two outer cunt lips.

"They're so puffy, swollen," he told her, wiggling the tip of his finger
up and down the hot wet furrow. "Shit, my cock's so hard it's ripping my
pants open."

Lois pushed her hips upwards, trying to snatch up his finger, to impale
herself with it. She wanted Andy to shove his hand down into her pussy and
fill some of the emptiness which she was incredibly aware of.

Her cunt muscles fluttered, seeking to hold his finger in place as she
kept gasping and whimpering, arching her body as he finally moved his hand
down. "Yes, push it in, more!" she begged. "Give me more. Shit, I need
cock, I love it!"

He touched the knobby button of her clit and she went berserk.

With a short scream of pure animal lust, Lois raked her fingernails
across Andy's back and pushed upwards, wanting more, more of his hand and
then his cock to fill her and make her whole again, to make her cream until
all the unpleasant memories and bitter thoughts were purged from her body,
exercised like demons.

But Andy was nervous.

There were people upstairs and here he was cavorting around on the couch
with a married woman. But Lois didn't care. At that moment she didn't
care if her husband came down and saw her, her blouse undone, her skirt up
around her waist and this man on top of her, fingering her twat, sucking on
her tits and making her do things she never would have believed herself
capable of.

For she was far from passive.

Slipping one hand down between them, Lois tried to feel Andy Lane's
cock. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from under her skirt and sat up,
staring at her with a smile on his lips. "You're really a piece, kiddo,"
he said admiringly. "A real hot piece of ass."

But she didn't hear him. She was looking at this thing, this huge hard
thing which moved in Andy's trousers. Lois touched it, squeezed it and
made him shiver. Oh, but she wanted to feel his cock going into her,
stretching her pussy wider than ever before, making her groan and pant for
his cock until she got what she wanted, got it right between her legs.

Slowly, seductively, she reached for his zipper, she pulled it down inch
by inch and reached inside, gasping loudly as her fingers curled around his
penis. For he wasn't wearing underwear - that in itself she found
marvelously erotic and exciting - and she touched the shaft of his dick and
pulled it out into the open.

It was difficult maneuvering it out of his pants for his cock was so
large and unruly that she had to let him help her get it out. And when it
finally emerged, stiff, the skin stretched so tight that his penis looked
as if it was sculpted out of marble, she could only stare at it with wide
and unbelieving eyes.

From the cock-head which was as big around as a large peach, to the
pulsating veins along the shaft, Lois couldn't think of anything other than
to shove her lips towards it and suck greedily and excitedly on this huge
massive instrument of sexuality.

"Do it, baby," he groaned. "Suck on it; lap it up with your tongue you
sweet little cunt you," and he felt her lips covering the round smooth and
blood-engorged head of his pecker.

Lois could barely get her lips around it and she stretched her mouth as
wide as possible, trying to accommodate him. Never had she enjoyed sucking
a cock as much as Andy Lane's magnificent throbbing dick. She looked at it
with such longing and desire, thrilled to have it between her lips.

It was so big, so gargantuan, that the very thought of Andy ramming it
down between her legs made her dizzy. Lois knew he would satisfy her as
Bret, or even Monroe and Tony, had never done before. She lowered her head
over his cock, sucking in as much of his juicy meat as she possibly could.

Then, she pulled back, raising and lowering her head and mouth-fucking
him while her tongue slurped and licked circles along the pulsating shaft.
She felt the veins which stood out like braids of rope along the length of
his penis and she felt the underside with its ridge of highly sensitive
flesh.

Harder and harder she worked on it as he cupped her tits in both of his
hands and massaged them hotly, groaning, getting more and more excited and
physically aroused. "Make me come, baby. Oh shit, make me cream right in
your fucking hot little mouth!" he begged hotly, shoving his hips upwards
as if to stuff every last bulging cumbersome inch of his hose down her
throat.

Lois wanted him to reach a climax. She wanted to see how wild and
animalistic Andy could become when he got ready to shoot. So she worked
harder, harder and faster, sucking so quickly that her neck began to ache
as her head bobbed up and down over Andy's enormously thick and rigid tool.

Finally, she could sense that he was approaching the peak of his
pleasure and that his physical fulfillment would soon become a reality.
Swiftly, Lois reached inside his pants and grabbed hold of his round
wrinkled sac. His nuts were so heavy she could barely hold them up in the
palm of her hand and as she fingered the base of his penis, juggling and
toying with his nuts, Andrew Lane suddenly stiffened and screamed out.

"Now you cunt, now! I'm shooting! Suck on it, swallow it down oh yes
so hot, it feels so hot and wet!" he sobbed as her mouth clamped tightly
around his throbbing dick and she felt the first gush of hot white semen
splattering into her throat.

It gushed out, splashing thick and creamy and Lois kept sucking on the
man's penis as she swallowed more and more of his slimy cream. Bret had
never come as much, she decided. More and more cream flowed out, thick
wads of the stuff which seared her throat and clung to her tongue and
teeth.

Andy was rocking, going insane, pawing at her tits and foaming at the
mouth as he ejaculated with a force and power that truly amazed her. But
finally, the last thick wads of his semen dribbled out and she began to
tongue his cock hotly, licking it dry as he moved back, pulling his limp
shriveled tool out of her mouth.

Even in repose, bloodless and detumescent, it was still amazingly big
and thick. Lois looked at it and felt the last traces of come sliding down
her throat. She was exhausted and didn't even believe it when she felt how
wet her panties were. They were soaked through and she had to take them
off and dry herself for fear that her cunt juice would leak down her legs
and people - especially her husband Bret - would notice what was happening.

"That was beautiful, just unreal," he told her, looking into her eyes as
he carefully shoved his cock back into his pants and rearranged it until he
was comfortable.

She didn't know what to say and merely smiled.

Kissing her on the cheek, Andy took her by the hand and told her to go
upstairs and join the party, he'd wait a few minutes so that no one would
notice or realize that they had been gone so long together.

Lois did what he suggested and sure enough, Bret was so drunk by then
that he hadn't even missed her. He was still talking with June, Andy's
wife, and Lois wondered if he was as hot for her as she was for her
husband.

Indeed, Bret certainly was.

He had not noticed that his wife had been gone from the party. One
drink followed another and as the livingroom filled up with late arrivals,
noisy and bursting with party cheer, he suddenly took hold of June Lane's
hand and led her out of the room.

She followed obediently, staggering a little, wondering what her husband
was up to and if he would miss her. But she didn't think so, for she knew
Andrew long and well enough to realize that he was always on the make,
always on the lookout for pussy to add to his little personal collection.

Well, she decided, if he gets it on the side, there's no reason I can't.

Of course, she didn't tell Bret Baxter that.

Opening a likely-looking door, he pulled her inside and closed it behind
him. They were in the bathroom and he was so hot to get his hands on her
lush ripe body that he grabbed her, cupping her ass in the palms of his
hands and pulling her up a against him. Bret hoped that she could feel his
boner, for his cock was hard and pulsing, struggling to get out of his
pants.

"Oh shit do I want to get into you, honey," he told her, drunk and
horny, all at the same time.

She let him hold onto her roughly, enjoying his awkward and excited
caresses, loving the way he began to paw at her as she pushed her mound
against the front of his pants, not expecting anything as formidable as her
husband's cock, but still hoping that Bret was well-hung, at least big
enough to get her excited.

Bret felt June's warm yielding flesh and he was seized with desire and
animal longing. Ever since he had made it with the waitress, he had wanted
to try his luck out with another woman. Lois had begun to bore him in bed,
but the thought of getting his hands on June Lane was too much to take
lightly.

He had to have her, and as soon as possible.

Holding her tightly against him, he bent his head and licked her flesh.
Warm and salty were the two sensations that came back to him as he massaged
the round smooth cheeks of her ass, trying to lift up her skirt.

"You're in such a hurry," she said with a laugh.

Her sarcasm, her light manner, both worked to annoy him incredibly. He
was too drunk to know what he was doing but suddenly he lashed out, grabbed
the top of her skirt and yanked it down roughly. He heard material
tearing, heard her cry out and then he was looking down at her, staring at
her lacy panties and burning to touch the dark and mysterious shadow that
lay in wait before his feverish alcoholic gaze.

"I'm leaving," she said, making a move to the door.

"Bullshit, you ain't going anywhere," he replied, his words slurred as
he gripped her fiercely around the waist and spun her around. He dropped
to his knees and pulled her panties down, thrusting his mouth between her
legs, thrusting it forward until his lips touched the warm mouse pelt of
her pussy.

June staggered back, clutching his head as Bret trembled with raging
desire. He pushed her legs apart and stared at her pussy, gobbling it with
his lips and tongue, frantically sucking on the curls and ringlets of pubic
hair that covered her tight juicy little snatch.

It was wonderfully exciting, just to look at, just to touch, he thought
to himself as he swabbed her vulva and felt his tongue pushing hairs inside
her furrow, making contact with the slick wettish walls of her vagina. His
hands came up and he pried apart the outer lips of her pussy, looking
inside to where her hole gaped, wide and mysterious.

He had to have it and with only that thought in mind he worked his
tongue down inside, finding her clitoris rearing up between the folds and
lush creases of her womanly sex.

"Shit, what a fucking hot tongue," he heard her mumble.

But he wasn't paying much attention to what June was saying. He was
fixated, obsessed with the idea of fucking this woman right in her own
home, right in her bathroom while her husband and his wife were outside,
innocent of what was going on under their very noses.

Taking her clit between his teeth he twisted it savagely and she moaned
loudly, banging her fists down, blow after blow descending on his shoulders
as he used one hand to quickly unbuckle and unzip his pants.

Then, he stood up and pulled them down, pushed down his underwear until
it fell around his ankles and his cock jutted out, hard and incredibly
excited. It throbbed in the air, bobbing between his grizzly thighs.

Bret sat down on the toilet seat, grabbed hold of June and pulled her
onto his lap. Her back was to him, but she offered little if any
resistance as he felt her ass nestling down against his hairy crotch,
flattening his cock as he pushed it back and forth against her crack,
savoring the warmth and moisture her body seemed to generate.

"Baby, I want to fuck you, right now, just like this," he whispered in
her ear, hot and so excited, so drunk, that he didn't even know what he was
saying.

June kept quiet, looking back at him as he breathed down her neck. She
hadn't expected Bret to be so forceful, so wild and animalistic. But the
very novelty of their position, the fact that they were in the bathroom
together doing things she had always thought herself incapable of, pleased
her immensely. She knew, then and there, that she would go along with
anything he suggested.

Lifting her up slightly, Bret reached down and took hold of his cock.
He wanted to thrust it right into place, dog-fashion, right up inside the
woman's beautiful and alluring pussy. June seemed to sense what was
expected of her, for she lifted herself up and got into position.

Then, watching between her legs, she moved down and wiggled around until
the round swollen head of Bret's cock was lodged right between the outer
flaps of her vagina. "Move your ass," he told her, feeling his cock-head
stretching open the narrow passageway that led into the very depths of her
twat.

June pushed down and the two of them worked in unison as more and more
of Bret's stiff-standing pecker was thrust up into her hole. She wiggled
her backside against his lap and he was neighing like a stallion as he felt
the skin along his bursting cock-shaft scraping along the clinging walls of
her pussy.

Finally, he was buried up to his root and reaching around, he grabbed
hold of her tits, fondling them as he humped upwards and she moved down so
that his cock slid in and out of its tight sheath. Then, he kept his
position, sitting on the seat as she rode his meat like a candy cane.

The insistent in and out movement made his cock burn and it seemed, as
far as Bret was concerned, to swell up inside the hot oven that was her
pussy. "Baby, do it, move your cunt, squeeze me, hold me in place," he
moaned to her.

June was getting more and more excited. Granted, Bret's cock wasn't
anything as impressive as her husband's, but it still managed to fill her
quite nicely. So nicely in fact that she felt her juices trickling down
and washing over Bret's dick. And Andy had never assumed such an
interesting position. For June relished the idea of getting fucked,
sitting on top of a man as he plowed his meat into her from behind.

She felt like a bitch in heat, trumping her body down, feeling Bret's
hairy groin and belly rubbing briskly against the round smooth orbs of her
ass. She loved the sensation, for it only added to the delightfully
insistent friction he was giving her as he shoved forward, again and again.

As for Bret, his head was swimming. He was working at non-stop speed
and when someone knocked on the door, he yelled. "Go away. I'm not done
yet," not hearing what he was saying as the footsteps rapidly retreated.

He had only one thing in his mind, and that was to come as soon as
possible. Accordingly, he slammed into her, harder and faster than before,
beating out a fierce pulsating rhythm as they rocked back and forth
together, fucking up a veritable storm.

"Give it to me," she begged. "I'll come with you, together, just the
two of us. Oh shit, do it, cream, fill me with your come, baby."

Her words inflamed him, worked on his senses as he drilled upwards,
plunging into her pussy with renewed vigor. He couldn't stop moving now.
His nuts seemed to be contracting, pumping and churning as he felt his body
tingling with flashes of impending orgasmic pleasure.

"Do it, now, I'll shoot, I'm creaming!" he yelled at her, pinching her
nipples as she came with him, the two of them reaching their climaxes at
precisely the same moment.

"Yes, come, fill me, shoot, cream, what a hose, what a fucking hose of a
cock," she mumbled, pounding down against him.

Bret's jism flew out of the head of his cock, squirting into June's
snatch with a tingling power that made him shake and tremble beneath her.
He pushed upwards until his balls threatened to disappear inside her widely
gaping hole. He could barely speak, crying, "Fuck, cunt shit what a fuck,
cream I'm spilling, come you bitch, come!"

And if his words made no sense, it didn't matter. The pleasure he was
experiencing was so intense that he lost track of time and place. He was
only conscious of how he felt, how his cock pulsated and kept ejaculating,
spraying out his semen into June's mushy insides until she had milked him
dry of the last thick drops of his cream.

She lay against him, sitting on his cock as the blood began to drain off
and his tool got limper and limper by the second. Finally, she got to her
feet, feeling drained and totally and beautifully spent. Looking back, she
saw Bret's limp pecker lolling across one thigh, coated with jism and cunt
juice. She bent down, kissed it lightly and found her skirt.

Then, putting it on after drying herself with a towel, she slipped out
of the bathroom, hoping that he'd give her a few minutes before he returned
to the party.

Bret watched her leave, closing the door quickly behind her. He got
slowly to his feet, feeling drunk and dizzy. Splashing his face with cold
water, he pulled up his shorts and trousers, zipped up his fly, buckled his
belt and looked at himself in the mirror.

Facing his reflection, he smiled approvingly. "You're still a stud, ole
man," he said aloud. "Still one helluva good fuckin' stud."

And with that thought in mind and his cock dripping after-come so that
his crotch felt slightly sticky and wet, he returned to the party, moving
directly over to his wife. "Having a good time, sweetheart?" he asked,
wondering if she could tell what he had been up to, wondering is his body
smelled of sex and come.

"Lovely, just delightful," Lois replied, glancing at her husband
curiously. "I've invited the Lane's over for dinner next week. I thought
you'd approve."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled, wondering if she was up to any dirties
herself.

You can't put anything over on Lois, he thought to himself, accepting
yet another drink. She knows me like the back of her fucking hand.





Chapter 8



Early the following Saturday, Bret Baxter found himself alone in his
house. His son had left for football practice and Lois had gone as well.
He found a note explaining that she had gone downtown to have her hair done
and that she wouldn't be back until early that evening. As for Gail, he
didn't know where she was.

Getting out of bed, he was surprised that it was already past noon. He
yawned, stretched and stood before the mirror which covered the back of his
bedroom door. Studying his naked body, he was pleased that it had still
held up and that he was in pretty good physical shape.

I still look younger than I am, he decided.

Showering, he closed his eyes, picturing June Lane shoving her pussy in
his face. But then, the image changed, became altered and suddenly he saw
himself visualizing Gail, his daughter. He was undressing her in his mind
and the very thought of her fantastic hot lush little body made his cock
tingle with long-suppressed desire.

By the time he had stepped out of the shower, his pecker was huge and
ready to burst. And then the doorbell rang. Cursing to himself, ashamed
at having such carnal and unclean thoughts of his own child, Bret wrapped a
towel around his waist and trod barefoot to the front door.

He hoped that it was a door-to-door salesman or someone he didn't have
to let in, for his cock was so big and hard that it looked ridiculous
behind the towel. There was no hiding his erection and when he asked who
it was, he gulped loudly and opened the door wide.

"You caught me in the shower," he said, a little embarrassed but not as
much as he had feared when he noticed how interested Gail and her friends
suddenly became.

"I forgot my key, daddy," she told him, walking inside. "You remember
Sharon and Debbie, don't you?"

The girls kept sneaking looks at him and Bret smiled, nodding his head
as he gave Gail's two girlfriends a quick going over. He was conscious of
their piercing adolescent stares and when he glanced down, he turned red,
seeing that the towel was still tented up, barely covering his otherwise
naked body.

"We're just gonna listen to records and stuff," Gail explained, leading
her friends into the living room.

Bret watched them moving away, and he caught himself following them with
his eyes. Sharon had long blonde hair and a great tight little ass.
Debbie, on the other hand, looked dark and intense, with two pointy boobs
and a small boyish bottom.

I wouldn't mind getting into her panties, he thought to himself, moving
back towards his bedroom. He threw on a pair of old faded pants, but
decided to leave his chest bare. Bret knew, then and there, what he was
after and he wanted to get it accomplished as soon as possible.

He had watched his daughter on more than one occasion, watched her as a
man watches a woman and not as a father looking at their off-spring. He
knew how long he had hungered after her body and something inside of him
clicked, all the gears and thought processes locking into place.

Lois was gone. Gary wasn't expected back and now, it seemed as if he
had the perfect opportunity. Ever since he had noticed Gail spying on him
when he was in bed with Lois, Bret had been determined to get the one thing
he had never touched, the one thing he had long been afraid of, namely,
Gail's snatch.

Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock
made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had
decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the
living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and
Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and
she poured them all a drink.

Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right
next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't
say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious
interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch.

Bret felt uncomfortable. He hadn't been around teenage girls in years
and he didn't know what to say. Finally, he chose the weather, innocent
enough as he asked, "Hot enough for you?"

Sharon and Debbie giggled.

"I'll put on the air conditioner, if you like," he volunteered with a
smile.

"No, we're fine," Sharon spoke up.

"Well, I'm still pretty warm," and Bret pointed to his bare chest as if
that was explanation enough.

Spreading his legs slightly, he touched against the two girls who sat on
either side him. They were both wearing micro-mini skirts and his thighs
rubbed up against their bare legs as he leaned back against the couch,
watching both of them out of the corner of his eye.

Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never
done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex
with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to
believe that it might even be possible.

Had he known about Gail's feelings, especially since she had seen him
being sucked off by her mother, Bret would certainly have felt differently,
but he was as ignorant of her desire for him as she was of his hopes of
getting between her legs.

Nevertheless, he kept picturing what it might be like to carry on with
all three youngsters and the idea of having them, all at once and all
together, was so staggering and exciting that his cock kept throbbing,
twitching as it hung down against one thigh.

"Where's Mother?" Gail asked, her eyes riveted between her father's
legs, glued to the prominent thick bulge in his pants.

Bret caught her staring, wondering what she was up to. She had never
been so daring, so brazen as right at this moment, almost as if she was
reading his mind. "She went to get her hair done," he replied. "She won't
be back for hours, not until this evening."

"And you're all alone," Sharon said, clicking her tongue.

"All by your lonesome," Debbie agreed, her tits bouncing up and down.

Bret didn't know what to make of it. He wondered if his daughter had
planned this all in advance, if she intended to do exactly what he most
desired.

"That's right," he told them and they suddenly got quiet. "It's just
the four of us and no one else." He got slowly to his feet, turned to face
Sharon and Debbie, his pecker inches away from their faces. "Just the four
of us." he repeated in a stage whisper. "And do you know what I think
about when I'm alone? Do you girls have any idea?"

He turned to Gail, who sat in her chair, looking up at him intently, as
if she was trying to figure out her father's next move. Moving towards her
on his bare feet, he walked languid and cat-like.

"What do you ...?" and Gail stopped as Bret drew up in front of her.

"What do I what?" he asked.

"Think about, when you're alone," she stammered, turning red.

"Oh, I think about how you used to sit on my lap when you were a little
girl," Bret replied with a laugh. "Want to try it again?"

Hesitantly, Gail got to her feet and her father sat down in the chair.
Then, she rested her ass on top of his lap and he immediately put his hands
around her waist, holding her against him as he watched her friends,
curious to see how they would react.

As for Gail, she pushed down and winced as she felt something long and
hard against her bottom. She didn't have to think twice to know what it
was. Her father, she realized with a little gasp of shock and pleasure all
rolled into one, had a wonderfully enormous hard-on. And right at that
moment it was pressing hotly against the crack between the cheeks of her
ass.

Bret felt his daughter's warm ripe body sitting on top of him and his
cock began to burn with a fierceness that soon grew uncomfortable. It was
struggling to get out of his pants and as they all sat there, strangely
silent, he moved his hands higher up along her chest, edging closer to the
two round mounds of her tits.

Then, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that he wasn't making
a mistake, Bret took hold of one of Gail's hands, spread his legs apart and
pressed it down right against the rounded bulge in front of his. She
stiffened against him and he whispered in her ear, "See how excited I can
get?"

At first, all he heard was the stereo.

There was an incredibly deadening silence in the room, punctuated only
by his heavy breathing. But then, Gail began to show her true colors. Her
fingers had not moved away from the bulge of her father's hard rampant
cock, even when he dropped his hand onto her lap.

Rather, she kept her fingers in place, edging off of him so that they
sat squeezed together on the chair, side by side. Slowly and tentatively
she moved her hand about, feeling, kneading, judging the very shape and
thickness, the size of her father's huge virile organ.

Bret was breathing deeply, and he spread his legs wider apart, hearing
his heart beating wildly as his daughter pressed her lush woman's body
against him, feeling him up at the same time.

"That's a joke, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh, looking up at him.
"I mean, it's not real, is it?"

"Oh, its very real. A hundred per cent meat," Bret told her, laughing
self-consciously at the crudeness of his joke. He wondered what Gail's
friends were thinking, for they hadn't said a single word all the time that
he had been sitting next to his daughter.

"Daddy, you're just incredible!" Gail said with admiration welling up in
her voice. "You're almost as big as Paolo and shit, he's hung like a
fucking horse!"

Although he was instantly shocked to know that Gail wasn't the innocent
little girl he had always imagined her to be, Bret now saw that he could
get his way and have anything he wanted from her. Perhaps it was the
admiration in her voice, perhaps her honesty or the way she played and
fondled with his bulging hard-on, but whatever it was, Bret suddenly lost
all sense of decency or control.

He lunged sideways, throwing himself down against her, grinding his body
on top of her as his hands grappled for her tits, pulling them hard as he
tried to unbutton her blouse.

Gail, not surprisingly, offered little if any resistance. She seemed to
look over her shoulder at her friends, before turning back to her father.
Then, Bret felt her arms encircling his back as he leaned against her,
unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling, wildly excited fingers, groping madly
for her lush swelling tits.

He thrust one hand inside her blouse and felt one of her boobs, firm and
round, covered by nothing, nothing at all. And as he squeezed her ripe
heavy breast, he began to pant. The very touch of her body sent back
charges of electricity through his fingertips. He had hungered about Gail
for so very long and now he wasn't about to let her slip through his
fingers.

"The girls were hoping you'd try something," she whispered to him.
"They ... they always thought you were really sexy and they really freak
out on big meat."

Her giggles filled his ears and the blood rushed to Bret's head, making
him giddy, heady, filled with delight and sensuous abandon. He reached
behind Gail as she leaned forward, deftly helping her slip her arms out of
her blouse. Then, he lowered the blouse right off, throwing it onto the
floor.

What delight! What fantastic boobs awaited his sight! Gail's tits were
creamy, pure white, capped by beautiful little dark red nipples which stood
out, taut and firm beneath his touch. Bret rolled one after the other
between his thumb and forefinger and Gail twisted in her seat, moaning
softly.

He cupped her high swollen mounds and felt them, fondled them, toyed and
squeezed her full ripe boobs until his daughter was panting, breathing down
his neck and arching her hips up against his crotch with a spasmodic kind
of fuck-hunger and sexual intensity.

Bret heard footsteps approaching, turned quickly around and found
himself staring at Sharon and Debbie. They crouched down beside him,
purring like two fucking horny kittens, rubbing their bodies against him as
he kept on handling Gail's tits.

Then, when Bret bent lower, opening his mouth and thrusting out his
tongue, lapping and slurping excitedly on his daughter's lush round mounds,
the other two youngsters went into action. He felt one of them massaging
his back, dipping her fingers under the waist of his pants to scrape
erotically against the top of his buttocks as the other girl - which one of
them it was he couldn't be sure - pressed her tits against his back,
grinding down against him.

Bret felt insatiable, no longer in control of his senses. Grabbing Gail
around the waist, he pulled her down to the floor, climbing on top of her
and panting, dry humping her with quick jabbing stokes as he felt the
outline of his huge pole bearing down upon the V-shaped mound which lay,
still hidden, between her supple thighs.

As for Debbie and Sharon, they were attempting to pull off Bret's
trousers. One of them reached underneath him and quickly unbuttoned the
top fastener, pulling the zipper down as well. Then, the two of them
worked in unison, tugging at the tight-fitting pants legs until he lifted
his body an inch off of Gail's moaning tossing figure and let his snug
fitting trousers slide down off of his hips, down over his buttocks, his
thighs, until finally they were wrenched completely off with a tug and he
was naked, absolutely stark naked.

"Shit, take a look at that!" Sharon said excitedly, gazing at Bret's
back and his firm hairy muscular buttocks. "Your ole man is too much,
Gail. Fantastic!"

Bret kept humping his daughter, reaching down in an effort to pull up
her skirt. He was so excited that he couldn't stop what he was doing and
her loud whimpers and groans of delight filled his ears like music. His
cock stuck up against his belly, like a huge column of ivory-white meat
that quivered and pulsated violently.

Bret's hands were still on Gail's tits, holding them and squeezing them
like balloons and he glanced up, just in time to see both Debbie and Sharon
pulling off the last of their clothes. He began to roar and he got to his
feet, lunging forward and grabbing the nearest of them, Debbie, around the
waist.

She was totally naked, her long black hair swinging wildly as she
laughed like a vixen, holding him around the shoulders while Bret ground
his hips against her flat smooth belly. He pulled her away and held her at
arm's length, gazing with unparalleled delight at her beautiful and naked
body.

Her tits were smaller than Gail's, but pointier, covered with a thin
trace of blue veins that made her skin look transparent. As for her cunt,
it was incredibly hairy, covered with a thick matting of dark black hair
which curled down several inches along the inside of each lush and
well-formed thigh.

Bret could barely see the ruby-red cunt lips behind that pubic triangle
and as Debbie bent her legs slowly, she smiled lewdly at him, flicking out
her tongue in his direction and thrusting one finger right in the middle of
her carmine gash.

As for Sharon, she was soft and blonde and downy, her pussy covered with
a wonderful curly patch of light blonde hair, the same color as that on her
head. Her tits were rounder and fuller than either of her friends' and she
reminded Bret of a milkmaid, a country girl, all healthy and white and
smiling.

She kept looking at his cock, her hands circling her pussy as she pumped
and ground her hips back and forth, imitating coitus. Finally, Bret looked
down at Gail, his daughter, his beauty, the one he had lusted after for so
very long.

He knew that he had to take her first, that he had to give her the first
spurts, the first gush of his come. Bending down, he pulled off her mini
skirt, leaving her lying there on the floor, clad only in lime green
panties.

Behind them lay the shadow of her pussy and Bret lay down on the floor,
pulled his daughter's legs apart and stretched out in front of her, his
cock against the carpet as he lowered his head and suddenly thrust his
mouth right between her legs, sucking on her pussy, pulling the panties
into his throat as he felt her pubic hairs and licked harder, trying to
stuff all of her cunt between his eager hungry lips.

"Too much, what a fucking humpy body, what a tongue," Gail sighed with
pleasure, clamping her ankles over his back as Bret felt one of the other
girls massaging his ass, running her fingers around his muscular buttocks
as he trembled with joy and sexual vitality.

Quickly, not wanting to go without Gail's pussy for another minute, Bret
pulled her panties down and as she kicked them off of her ankles, he opened
his mouth wide, gasping with pleasure at the sight of the most perfect cunt
he had ever seen in all of his life.

Curls and ringlets of fleecy hair formed an impossibly perfect triangle
around her mound. And as Bret pawed through the soft hair, he stared at a
pair of smooth-edged and slightly puffy pink lips, clenched tightly
together like the lips of a pouting mouth.

Without saying another word, he threw her legs up in the air and buried
right down, his mouth chomping, clamping onto her pussy as he spread her
thighs wide and used his fingers to pull apart the outer folds of her downy
snatch. There, poking out from the lush creases of her vulva was her
clitoris, a short wiggling little knob of flesh that looked too good to
resist.

Quickly, Bret sucked it right up into his mouth, curling his tongue
around the little delectable morsel of cunt-flesh until he thought Gail
would come, she was crying out so loudly, shaking and thrashing about on
the floor.

"Suck on it, eat me!" she screamed like a fucking cock-starved bitch.
"Make me come, daddy. Oh what a fucking hot mouth you have. So wet, so
nice oh I need you. I have to feel your cock inside of me. Oh, it's so
nice and big it'll feel so good, daddy, so good."

Bret listened, smiled and licked and sponged his daughter's
fantastically beautiful vagina. At the same time, the other two girls
weren't about to stand by idly. No, for suddenly he felt something wet and
raspy running lightly up and down his hairy anal-chink.

Then, a pair of hands spread apart the globes of his ass and a mouth
dived down. He looked up for a second, smiling at the sight of Debbie
thrusting her head down, right into the crevice of his ass. Her tongue was
lashing hotly, energetically, up and down the coarse-haired furrow, licking
until she found his brown puckered bottom-bole.

"Do it!" he called out to her, wiggling his ass up and down with
excitement. "Rim me until I can't take anymore. Tickle my prostate and
you, Sharon," he went on, pointing to the blonde who fingered herself with
a dreamy expression in her eyes, "get the fuck down on the floor and suck
on my cock. Pronto!"

She moved like a fucking bat out of hell. They turned Bret over on his
side and as he continued to nibble and chew on Gail's clitoris, thrusting
his tongue in and out until she began to trickle hot pungent cunt-juice, he
felt the two girls getting more and more aroused.

While Debbie rimmed him, slurping joyfully in and out of his ass,
penetrating right into his rectum with her wildly pistoning tongue, Sharon
had gotten down on her side. She gripped Bret's thick rammer with one
hand, unable to even get her fingers around the shaft, it was so wide and
swollen, so ready for action.

Then, opening her mouth until it looked like a fucking cavern, she
lowered her head over his pecker. It was only with the greatest of
difficulty that she managed to cover the round fistful of cock-head with
her mouth.

But Bret loved every second of it.

Sharon's tongue flicked wildly across the smooth stretched skin of his
glans, probing into the slit of his piss-hole feverishly as she pulled her
lips back and gently grasped the tips of her front teeth along his shaft,
trying to cram more and more of his oversized dong into her throat.

But after she had sucked in a good five or six inches, it hit the back
of her throat and she gagged, pulling away slightly and swallowing loudly
before continuing her exotic mouthing and tonguing strokes. Bret's penis
was filled with blood, ready to explode. He just didn't want to waste any
more time.

"Baby, now," he said, looking up at Gail who lay on the floor, already
covered with sweat, cunt-juice trickling down over her pussy. "I'm going
to fuck you like you've never been balled before. See this?" and he pulled
his cock out of Sharon's mouth and brandished it like a spear before his
daughter's startled and wide-open eyes.

"Oh do it, Daddy. I can't wait. Fuck me! Fuck me forever, forever!"
she suddenly screamed.

Bret mounted her quickly as the other girls pulled away, breathless,
watching with incredible excitement as both of them thrust fingers down
into their soft wet honey pots, never having witnessed such a display of
overt sexuality.

Holding his cock steady with one hand as Gail lifted her legs high,
locking her ankles around his sweaty back, Bret lowered himself slowly,
guiding the round flaming head of his enormous penis down to the gaping and
open pit of her vagina. Slowly, the glans wedged itself tightly, fitting
like a glove between the two outer lips of his daughter's snatch. A
low-pitched moan escaped from between Gail's lips and the tightness
increased until Bret was frictioning up against her clitoris, pushing down
once again and watching with a smile on his lips as more and more of his
thick nine-incher disappeared between her legs.

"Oh daddy, daddy," she cried. "Give it to me. Fill me oh I want you so
badly, oh shit it feels so big you'll pull me in half, you'll rip me apart
with a fucking beautiful cock. Give me more, more!" she babbled on.

Bret suddenly thrust forward with a wicked laugh and a piercing lurch,
impaling her as she stiffened, her eyes, rolling up in her head as every
last enormous inch of his massive and unwieldy penis thrust itself down
into the very depths, the very farthest reaches of her glorious adolescent
pussy.

He hit something at the end of her canal and finally stopped, his hairy
pubic bush rubbing against her fleecy curls as he grabbed hold of her tits
and began to piston quickly in and out of her hot gaping hole.

"Man, oh man I can taste it, it's everywhere. Everywhere!" Gail shouted
out as Bret lowered his head and began to suck on her beautiful ripe boobs.

Meanwhile, Debbie was obviously remembering what she had done to him.
It must have really turned her on for now Bret felt her moving behind him,
wrenching apart the tightly clenched cheeks of his ass and slipping down on
her knees, her tongue thrust out as she licked frantically up and down
along his hairy anal furrow.

He felt her sucking on his asshole and trying to work her tongue inside
his rectum as he relaxed his sphincter muscles, letting the girl rim him
and eat out his ass with youthful vigor and excitement. But he was feeling
Gail's cunt and that, of course, was the most important, the most
delightful.

It was incredibly tight, angled straight down without curves, slick and
slippery and enveloping his cock like the most perfectly fitting sheath.
Bret slid in and out, feeling Debbie handling and fondling his heavy
pendulous nuts as they whacked against Gail's legs. Faster and faster he
worked as suddenly Sharon crouched down in front of him, lifting his face
and shoving her blonde-haired snatch right up to his mouth.

How could he resist?

He slobbered hotly over the girl's pubic mound, sticking his tongue in
and out of her dark-pink and ragged-edged cunt lips, right into her
delicious little hole. It was already dripping wet, sticky as her juices
poured down her canal, salty and pungent on his tongue as Bret swallowed
them down.

"Nice," she moaned in a whisper, humping forward and shoving her pussy
back and forth against his thirsty lips. "Do it, suck on it and make me
cream, baby."

He kept tonguing her, slurping and nuzzling her twat as he worked even
more excitedly on his daughter's pussy. For he knew that he wouldn't be
able to hold out much longer. Debbie was rimming him, tickling his
prostate and handling his nuts as well as the wet hot stem of his cock as
it slid in and out of her friend's hot and widely-stretched pussy.

And Bret was eating out Sharon, sucking on her twat as he pounded away,
ramming harder and faster with each succeeding stroke as Gail worked her
muscles, clamping her father's cock down into her fantastically hot tight
snatch. Bret couldn't control himself and suddenly he screamed out that he
was going to come.

"Move your ass, baby. Your muscles, come with me oh god it feels so
good, Gail, so good," he moaned loudly, thrusting away until finally, it
happened.

His come was churning, gushing up the length of his enormous hose until
it spurted thickly, deep into the farthest recesses of his daughter's
vagina. He shook and rattled on top of her, screaming, "Now. Gail do it
now I'm coming holy shit motherfucker I'm spraying, shooting. Fucking hot
white come it feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling baby."

"Give it to me, daddy," Gail begged, arching her hips and hugging her
father as she too began to feel the effects of her orgasm. Bret was beyond
help, his mouth slobbering over Sharon's pussy, his tongue flicking in and
out as he kept coming, his jism cascading like a fountain, splattering the
walls of his daughter's battered vagina as a climax of amazing force and
intensity began to consume him.

He couldn't say anything else. His cock pulsated, quivered and trembled
inside of her as he just kept shooting. Six, seven, eight, nine times his
penis spurted, ejaculating with super-human force and discharging more come
than he had ever shot in all of his life.

Finally he lay down on top of her, unable to move. He wondered why he
was suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done to his daughter.





Chapter 9



That same afternoon, as ignorant of his father's and sister's escapades
as his mother was, Gary finished football practice, joined a rather boring
- in his critical estimation - circle-jerk with his teammates and went
downtown to see a movie. He sat alone in the top balcony, watching a woman
get sexually attacked. Although the film wasn't all that explicit, he
knew, almost by instinct, that that was the way he would most enjoy having
sex.

So he decided that it was time. Time to do it, then and there.

He wasn't about to wait for his sister's friend Sharon to make herself
available and he waited until twilight had set in and most of the people
were returning home. He took the long way back to his house, roaming the
already dark streets in search of a suitable victim.

His cock was on fire. He had had a hard-on ever since he had walked
into the movie theater and he had come to the realization that jerking off
was a waste, a complete waste of time. There seemed to be so much cunt
around, that he knew he would be able to find satisfaction if he looked
hard enough.

Gary was looking for a nice young chick to pull into an alley or a
vacant lot, a chick he would use to fuck the shit out of and sure enough,
he found somebody. On a rather dark and almost deserted looking side
street he saw a girl walking all by herself.

She had a large tote bag in one hand and she was obviously afraid, for
she kept looking over her shoulder as she hurried down the street. Once he
caught sight of her, Gary remained hidden, darting behind cars and getting
closer. He had been in this particular neighborhood before and he
remembered an alleyway next to a building that was due to be demolished
further down the block. So he decided that would be the perfect place to
grab her.

Just as she passed the building before it, he ran out from behind two
parked cars. She heard his rapidly approaching footsteps, turned quickly
around and opened up her mouth to scream. But it was too late. He was
upon her like an animal, a handkerchief covering his face so she wouldn't
be able to recognize him.

His cock was huge and bloated, just dying to plow its way into her soft
white pussy. Gripping her around the mouth so she couldn't scream, her saw
her wide-open and horrified eyes - the eyes of the woman who was raped in
the movie he had just seen - and he knew she was perfect, absolutely
perfect.



* * *



It happened that on that particular night, Lois and Bret were
entertaining the Lanes. Things had progressed rapidly until, sometime
after dinner, the four adults found themselves upstairs in the master
bedroom.

When the bubble of their carnality exploded, Lois was in the midst of
being serviced by Andy Lane and her husband, both men employing their cocks
at the same time. But then the telephone suddenly rang out.

Everyone stopped moving.

Both men kept their cocks in place as Lois said, "Oh shit," under her
breath. Then, she picked up the receiver. She listened on the other end,
turned white, said, "We'll be right down. Thank you," and hung up.

Then, she looked back at her husband, tears forming under the lids of
her eyes. "It's Gary," she said, beginning to sob. "They have him down at
the police station. He raped a girl, Bret. He almost killed her."

And so the perfectly normal parents of two perfectly normal children
stopped what they were doing and got up, put on their clothes and walked
into a nightmare.

The End