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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Mom's Seduction

CHAPTER ONE

It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigerator and an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.

Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High School until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from work. These next precious hours she had to herself.

Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach. Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting weight.

Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn’t normal for a thirty-three-year-old housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about Madge down the block and Karen across the street. It was no secret that they were having extramarital affairs. And what about Barbara next door? Judging by the clothes she wore, you’d think she was a hustler. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Arlene and everyone else watching knew what had happened. The mere thought of adultery made Arlene cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside her seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was her husband Hal’s, the man she loved. And she was determined that his would always be the only one.

It wasn’t Hal, though, who filled her mind at the moment. It was Ralph, a friend of her son’s, a muscularly overdeveloped sixteen-year-old. It had been he who had bagged her groceries yesterday, and when he had helped her take the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally brushed against each other. The fleeting contact had meant nothing to Ralph, but Arlene had been dismayed to find upon arriving home with the groceries that her panties were soaked clear through. Though she had struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing, she had finally been forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had gone into the bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of vigorous masturbation.

Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning to perspire slightly as her fingers neared her vagina. Scattered untidily on the pillow, her blonde hair reflected the thin stream of sunshine that leaked between the shutters.

In her fantasy, Ralph had come over for some undefined reason. She was alone in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost immediately, she had smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and whispered, “Fuck me!” in his ear. They had rushed into the bedroom, stripped naked and now lay side by side on the bed.

Arlene’s mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue lashed out and made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her eyes, and whispered sexily, “Oh, Ralph!”

She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy puffed-out lips of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she made rhythmic in and out strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her tightly drawn stomach to touch the undersides of her ample breasts. She pushed one breast up as far as she could, bowing her head down to it. Catching the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she aimed the bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a sexual tingle grow within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing nipple.

Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her steadily probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She straightened her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes and feeling the silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.

Her finger… Ralph’s finger… became more savage as it seesawed in and out of the now flooded vaginal passage. A very low, throaty moan came from deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual abandon.

She pretended it was young Ralph sucking her breast and pinching her nipple into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at herself, watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and perspire as her finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping cunt. It gave her lewd fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the hidden cave within the forest of coarse blonde hair. She imagined that Ralph was hovering above her, his brown eyes peering down at her wanton nudity, his cock hard and swollen and throbbing.

The normal Arlene—the shy, inhibited, proper housewife—was nowhere present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in this juvenile hour of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously sexual, wonderfully whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking all over the bed climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and tomorrow she would do it again because she couldn’t help it.

“God!” she whispered. “God, it’s so good!”

She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each time she drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her vagina, stimulating her swollen clitoris.

She knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which excited her so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She released her grip from the breast she’d been feeding into her mouth, allowing the tit to whip back into its natural position. Rolling onto her side while still finger-fucking her vagina, she reached out and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She probed to the backmost part of the drawer, shoving aside the various paperback books and cosmetics. Her fingers found the silk scarf. Wrapped inside were a phallic-shaped battery-powered massager and a candle two inches wide and ten inches long. After a short hesitation, she opted for the candle, leaving the massager hidden in the scarf where sometime soon—perhaps tomorrow—she would remove it and use it against her wet and pouting cunt lips and around the sensitive edges of her quivering clitoris.

While she extricated the candle from its hiding place, her finger played frantically within the sloppy wet recess of her vagina.

A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she gazed at the thick candle with lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her mouth, her tongue lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax phallus because she deliberately held it just out of reach.

Between her legs, her hand was making energetic plunges into the sucking well of her vagina. Her legs were spaced so widely that the pressure on the inner portions of her muscular thighs was almost unbearable. But still she kept them painfully stretched because the exertion reflected the intensity of her lust.

She continued to fix her gaze on the flesh-colored candle. She envisioned that it was Ralph’s penis, and the very nearness of it to her wide-spread lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.

She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while inhaling, squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed vividly.

Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her anxious lips. She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so thick that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the waxy shaft entered her mouth she couldn’t keep from scraping her teeth against it. She lavished great amounts of saliva on it and twirled her tongue around the semi-blunt end where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were forced open, straining the muscles around her ears. But she licked and sucked feverishly, gulping down the flood of saliva in an effort to keep from choking. The swampy folds of her cunt were likewise flooded, and she relished the delicious feel of her juices gushing out to dribble along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and below her pussy, to stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the spread beneath her.

Feeling the walls of her vagina clutching madly at her lone finger, she knew that she could bring herself to orgasm without much more effort. She withdrew the candle from her mouth, giving it several circular sweeps with her agile tongue as it exited.

She removed her hand from between her legs, leaving her cunt to suck angrily at the sudden nothingness. But she didn’t leave herself empty for long. Immediately she was on her knees facing the head of the bed. She waved one hand in the air rodeo-style for balance while clutching the massive candle in the other. She locked her ankles together as she positioned the candle with its base on the bed between her thighs and its wick end pointed straight up at her hotly aroused vagina.

Slowly she lowered herself. The end of the candle, wet with saliva, brushed against her vulva. She rose up again on her haunches, came down then until the wick tickled her clitoris, rose up, down, up. More moisture gathered at the entrance to her already saturated cunt. But wet as she was, she knew that it would be a delicate process getting the instrument inside her vagina. She had had the candle inside her dozens of times, and each required tender determination because her pussy had to stretch so much to accommodate the intruding wax object. But it was worth it, every time had been worth it. Every time had resulted in one or more heaving, draining climaxes, leaving her too weak to move.

She circled with her hips, the wick teasing her inflamed cunt lips. Lower. She felt the pressure of the wax surface against her flushed outer vagina. She sat down until the stress was too much to endure, then retreated slightly.

She kept the candle in place with her left hand, her arm bent behind her back, her wrist up under her buttocks. Her right hand came to rest just above her vagina, and with two fingers she tried to spread the opening enough to admit the candle.

As she squirmed against the wax vertex, the fingers of her right hand pressed her erect clitoris and caused her to groan hotly.

“Oh, Ralph!” she murmured, gazing passionately at the spot where Ralph’s head would be had he actually been there. “Oh, Ralph, we shouldn’t!”

She pretended that the youth was arching his hips toward her, that he was determined to sink his cock into her depths no matter how much discomfort it caused her.

In response to his imaginary lunges, Arlene lowered herself suddenly, feeling a storm of pain as the candle pressed her pussy lips inward, feeling a searing agony as her hot flesh was stretched and folded and several of her pubic hairs were violently uprooted.

She surrendered to the pain and backed off. Then she lowered herself with greater determination. The pain was less severe, and the entrance seemed to be more receptive, but still she had to retreat.

With a sudden mad frenzy of activity, she made sweeping circles with her hips, her firm breasts bouncing as she gyrated. While circling, she pressed downward. The end of the candle seemed to angle into her squirming cunt, and she was surprised at the absence of pain.

“Oh, oh!” she groaned from deep within her. “Oh, my God, it’s in me!”

She then emitted a series of harsh, breathy gasps as she became accustomed to the feel of the foreign object inside her lewdly stretched cunt.

“Oh, Ralph, this is so wrong! I shouldn’t let you… but, but… oh, God, let’s fuck each other!” She whispered so lowly that she could scarcely hear her own words. She was madly excited by her hot utterances. She had never said those dirty words to anyone, not even to her husband in the heat of passion. But she said them freely during these afternoon sessions. She said them even though she felt ashamed afterward.

She lowered herself until her buttocks rested on her locked ankles. The candle eased its way deep within her vagina. She deliberately squeezed her vaginal muscles, imprisoning the staff in her moist well. She began to slowly ride up and down on the intruding shaft, gripping the candle tightly with her left hand as she did so.

Mewling outbursts of passion streamed from her parted lips. She rubbed briskly on her hard clitoris with her right hand, feeling the shivers of ecstasy pulse throughout her body. Trickling rivulets of perspiration made their way across her forehead, stinging her eyes and running along the edges of her dainty nose to her lips. Sweat flowed from between her breasts, from her buttocks and forearms, from her tense and straining back. She felt as though she were in a steam bath, even though the room temperature was comfortable.

Her toes clenched so tightly that she felt pain along the top part of her feet. Her heels dug into her buttocks as she sat down upon her crossed ankles, one heel splitting her ass and keeping the cheeks lewdly open. The lower part of the arm which held the candle was imprisoned between her left thigh and calf. The candle filled all of her vagina, spreading the inner walls as far as she thought possible. Her juices gathered more than ever within her throbbing cunt, oiling the wax surface so that it slid easily as she ground her pelvis downward.

Orgasm was a certainty. She could feel it approaching, her whole body quivering, her mind dead to everything but erotic sensations and lewd images, her clitoris tender and swollen.

“Ralph, Ralph, Ralph!” she chanted.

She churned, increasing her tempo.

Then she came, howling dementedly as she did.

Faster and faster she rocked on the candle and flicked at her clitoris with her finger until a second and third spasm rocked her. A fourth and fifth in rapid succession. More, one spasm every second, each seeming more powerful than the last.

“Oh, fuck it, Ralph! Fuck it really hard!” she screamed.

Sweat bathed her entire body now. Her eyes, glazed, fixed heatedly on the imaginary boy lover. She threw herself forward, her hands abandoning their previous positions and stretching far above her head as she lay stiffly on her stomach. Her fingernails dug brutally into a pillow, her tits throbbed against the bedspread. She kept her legs widely spaced as she ground her cunt into the sweat-soaked bedspread, the candle remaining lodged inside her quaking channel. She drew her ass tightly inward, forming dimples on the outer sides of the cheeks.

“Oouu, ohh! There, there!” she cried.

Then the contractions of her vagina began slowly to diminish in intensity, and a minute later she was gasping in the stunned aftermath, satiated and unmoving, whimpering softly.

Tears filled her eyes, and five minutes later she was sobbing.

***

She felt empty, alone, ashamed, disgusted. Fifteen minutes ago she had masturbated to orgasm, but that wasn’t what troubled her most. A simple, swift fingering of her vagina to bring on the physical release her body craved—that wouldn’t have been so terrible. But she hadn’t been satisfied with so simple an act. She had conjured up in her mind the fantasy that her son’s friend was fucking her, fucking her better than her husband ever had. And that seemed dirty and perverse, even though in actuality she would never let the boy, Ralph, so much as touch her. If he ever made even the mildest of advances toward her she would slap his impudent face and banish him forever from her son’s company. Of course, it wasn’t a likely occurrence since Ralph was the politest of Bill’s friends and had never indicated any sexual interest in either Arlene or her daughter.

Arlene showered.

Afterward she felt cleansed and absolved of wrongdoing. She was somehow able to drive all thoughts of her recent transgression from her mind. It had to be that way, because if she continued to dwell on the disquieting matter of her daily self-abuse, she would be unable to function normally. She had to go on living. She was Arlene French, Hal’s wife—Mrs. Harold W. French—and she had a designated role in life. Faithful spouse. Respectable housewife. Dedicated mother. After dressing modestly in slacks and blouse and pinning her blonde hair behind her neck, she began her housework. She washed the dishes, vacuumed the carpet, planned the dinner for that night.

It was just before her son and daughter arrived home from high school that Arlene found the brown legal-size envelope. It had been tucked between two seldom read volumes on the top shelf of the bookcase. If she hadn’t accidentally jarred one of the books loose while dusting, the envelope would not have been exposed. Now she examined it with trembling fingers. Even before she opened the unsealed flap, she knew what was inside. Money. And she knew it was stolen. Money stolen from her husband’s office. It wasn’t the first such envelope she had happened upon. There had been two others, one containing two-hundred dollars in twenties, another holding two fifty-dollar bills. Now she stared at this third envelope, fearful of what its contents might be, remembering how strange Hal’s voice had sounded when he tried to relate matter-of-factly that money was missing from the office. Even then, Arlene had suspected. A dark, terrible hunch was followed two days later by the first envelope—the first evidence? She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn’t. She could no more speak to her staunchly proper husband about his crime than she could tell him about her masturbation. She nervously squeezed the envelope open and counted five-hundred dollars worth of tens and twenties. She returned the cash to its secret place, arranging the books so that the bulging envelope could not be noticed.

Ten minutes later, Arlene was still shaking. She was in the kitchen staring out the window as she sat at the table. She gazed out into the yard, but she saw nothing, not even Barbara, the wife next door, who was uprooting tiny spring weeds from her still brownish lawn while her ass jutted up in the air, her skirt rising high to reveal her diaphanous panties. At any other time Arlene would have felt irritation at the sight of the tasteless young neighbor, but now she thought only of herself and her situation. She felt guilt—guilt because day after day her lust was driving her to longer and longer episodes of self-indulgence, guilt because the man she loved, the righteous, self-assured, moral man she had married, had for some unknown reason stolen money from his employer. Her hands trembled and she had to grip the edges of the table to still them.

The front door opened and slammed shut. Judy came prancing happily into the kitchen followed by her brother Bill.

Judy’s first words were, “What’s wrong, Mom? You look nervous.”

Fifteen-year-old Bill (who had never been as perceptive as his sixteen-year-old sister) seemed unaware of his mother’s emotional state. He uttered a short “Hi,” and went to the refrigerator to pour a glass of lemonade.

“Nothing,” Arlene said in response to her daughter’s question. “Nothing’s wrong, Judy. How was your day?” She forced herself to smile and to look directly at the girl.

Her eyes passed from daughter to son and back to daughter. The sight of her children was just what she needed to calm her feeling of depression. She had a beautiful daughter with long blonde hair the same shade as her own. A daughter who was intelligent and out-going and eager to explore the life that lay ahead, the way Arlene had been seventeen years ago. Arlene’s eyes lingered momentarily on the hem of her daughter’s skirt. She frowned, thinking that the skirt exposed too much, that it was far too sexy, but she decided to say nothing. She had been quarreling with her children too often, she reasoned. Watching her son gulp down the glass of lemonade, she felt pride in his physique. He was budding into a strong, impressive man, and even though she disliked the way he dressed and the length of his hair, she was momentarily proud of his good looks. No matter what else might happen to threaten her marriage, she still had her children to believe in.

***

Arlene avoided Hal’s eyes all through dinner. She found it impossible to accept the fact that despite his tireless sermonizing about honesty winning out in the long run, he was himself a thief. What if Bill or Judy found out? It seemed to Arlene that his was the ultimate of hypocrisy. If only she knew what had caused him to steal the money. But she would never know unless she asked him… and she could never do that.

At midnight, with Bill and Judy sleeping in their respective rooms, Hal had got up suddenly from the sofa beside Arlene. He had virtually marched to the TV set and flicked off the Tonight Show.

“I want to go to bed!” he announced in his deep, even voice, a voice in harmony with his husky, virile build.

“All right, darling. You go ahead. I’ll be there in a little while,” she said.

He stood glaring down at her, weaving slightly because he’d been drinking vodka all evening, and she detected a savagery in his eyes totally unlike him.

“I want you to come with me, Arlene. I want us to make love like normal married people! Or are you going to put me off again?”

She didn’t think she’d been putting him off. In fact, she felt he was the one who had been neglecting her. Several nights she’d been desperate for a good fuck, and he’d been too tired to oblige her. It was true that she wasn’t in the mood for it at the moment, but she could tell by his fierce expression that argument would do no good.

In the bedroom they stood at opposite sides of the room and stripped. He came over to her then, and yanked her against him. Without even kissing her, he shoved her away from him so that she landed on the bed. He was upon her instantly, staring into her fearful eyes as he forced her legs apart and drove the head of his large erection against the unprepared fringes of her vagina.

“No!” she whispered.

But he pushed harder. She was hardly aroused at all, and the forceful jabbing of Hal’s throbbing cock burned against her vulva. He pulled her thighs more widely apart, gripping the fleshy back portions as he shoved himself at her.

“Hal, no, not yet!” she whimpered, but already the head of his organ was inside the pained lips of her cunt. Tears filled her eyes; under the savage assault she felt defenseless; she tried not to sob, but she couldn’t help it. Hal had never treated her this way.

“Open up, bitch! Fuck up at me!” he shouted.

“Shh! Please don’t shout, they’ll hear us!” she wept. “Please stop, it hurts!”

He paid no attention to her. He shoved his erection all the way in. Arlene clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. The almost-dry walls of her vagina rebelled against the rude intrusion, sending waves of agony to her confused brain.

She knew that he was drunk, and she knew why he was acting so cruelly. The stolen money, the terrible psychological strain. He was tormented and somehow this savage act… this virtual rape… was medicine for his inner wounds.

Even after the pain subsided, she felt little pleasure. But she spread her legs wide and lunged beneath him, bucking and churning like a mad whore. He was her husband and she loved him and this was what he needed. Three minutes after penetration he spewed his full load of searing sperm into her cunt. She was just beginning to feel the wild sexual urges start within her, but it was too late to reach an orgasm.

After another two minutes of gasping recuperation, he rolled over and immediately slept. Arlene remained awake for another hour trying not to cry, trying to understand.

CHAPTER TWO

The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling league. A half hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled out on the couch to wait for her boy friend. They were going to the movies.

Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her daughter on the sofa and stopped short.

“You’re not going to wear that?” she admonished, scanning Judy’s skin-tight stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed between her midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair hung straight, cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl anywhere.

“What’s wrong with this?” Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her mother.

“It’s God-awful!” was all Arlene could say.

There would have been a heated argument—the two often fought about what constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl—but the doorbell rang before the shouting began. It was Judy’s boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed “Glad to meet you,” at Arlene.

Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older and having a driver’s license.

Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy wasn’t going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter’s age. Frequently she would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it was the extent of Judy’s, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn’t because he might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was concerned about her daughter’s chastity. A willing girl could always find a partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.

***

Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He couldn’t very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck Sam Carter’s wife. Barbara Carter… Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until she’d seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone experience hadn’t been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been screwing—they met an average of twice a week—his sex life had reached explosive proportions. He’d fucked more girls recently than he could count, not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she’d taught him. In spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he’d had of late, he never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to be away on business so often. Good old Sam!

He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.

He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his father’s cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.

He was ready.

In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock because the sound might rouse the neighbors.

There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its origin.

“Over here, Billy. Don’t turn any lights on, just come here!”

When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of her. Barbara’s nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young, younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match, leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill’s mind.

She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an ashtray.

“Come down here and kiss me!” she whispered.

He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go, aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.

While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.

God, thought Bill, she’s really hot for it tonight!

Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back, breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, “Let’s fuck now, Bill! I got so hot waiting for you to come over that I’ll come right away if you put it in me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we’ll rest and talk for a while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?”

While she’d been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.

“Fine,” he said in response to her question.

He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck sounded like just the right way to get the night started.

He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, “No, leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!”

She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear. She didn’t let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now, and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew for certain—this fuck wasn’t going to last very long. But that was apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No holding back.

Bill positioned one knee between Barbara’s legs. He then reached up and grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa. Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.

Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina. She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance. Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.

The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt caused her to cry out—a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.

Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.

“Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!” she raved. “Now, now, now! Jam it in all the way!”

Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.

The youth’s penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing against her moist inner thighs.

Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when he’d jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.

Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once every second.

A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. “That’s it, Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes, lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to the carpet.

Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away. Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus. It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her deep-thrust digit.

His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her raging passion.

“Ffaaa… yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I’m going to make it! Don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa…” she wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.

She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into Bill’s face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in Bill’s ears.

She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.

Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of Barbara’s cunt.

“Now, baby, now!” she cried. “Aaahhhfaaauucck! I’m coming nowww! Nownownow, give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh, gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!”

After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch, rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.

Bill’s semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara’s vagina. Her convulsions continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the boy’s spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from the throbbing ridges of Barbara’s cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been deposited by the same couple over the past year.

With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before Barbara got the strength to whisper, “It was beautiful, Billy, just beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!”

***

A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where. Six months ago when she’d first pried the intimate details of his sex encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.

She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara’s husband was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.

“Molly Littleton!” Barbara exclaimed. “How did you ever get that stuck-up bitch to spread her legs for you?”

Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday night. Even though he didn’t have a driver’s license, he had asked to borrow Ralph’s car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl friend’s house when he had spotted Molly’s car stranded on the side of the road. He’d pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her. When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French’s son, her anxiety subsided. Molly’s problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front seat of Ralph’s car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed her. He’d expected her to fight like a wildcat and he’d been astounded when she actually returned the kiss.

“Didn’t she fight you off at all?” Barbara wanted to know. She reached into his lap and began to gently fondle Bill’s partially erect penis.

“Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop me. I guess she needed it real bad.”

While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs, toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.

She was panting audibly when his account ended with, “Old Molly was crying awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn’t even say good-bye.”

“Good,” Barbara said. “I’m glad the bitch got what was coming to her. Maybe she won’t act so high and mighty after this.”

There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say something that was on her mind.

“Billy?” she said in a whisper.

“What?”

“I got screwed this afternoon.” She said the words matter-of-factly, studying his face to see what his reaction might be.

Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her, he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived, though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in her delicate hand.

“You want me to tell you about it?” she coaxed.

“I don’t care,” he mumbled.

“Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you. Tell me you want to hear about it.”

He almost spoke, then held silent.

“Tell me you want to hear it and I’ll give you every juicy detail.” She felt his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.

“Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?” she asked.

“Yes!” he whispered.

“Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know.”

Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.

“Who’d you do it with?”

“Some salesman. I don’t know his name.”

The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn’t know sent waves of lust through Bill’s mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, “Wh-where did he do it to you?”

“Right here on this bed,” Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion which her confession was lighting in her young lover.

“Tell me!” he whispered, his voice almost pleading.

“He was good,” she confided. “But not as good as you.” This last statement was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara’s mind in a way she hadn’t experienced for years.

“Did he make you come?”

Barbara began to writhe as Bill’s fingers sent shivers of desire up her spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her excited clitoris.

“Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!” Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm. Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled voice, “Yes, he made me come.”

“How many times did you fuck each other?” Bill’s words were becoming more breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his incredible lust.

“We fucked three times,” she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and didn’t want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.

“Did he… did he fuck you in the ass?”

“Yesss!” she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of excitement peppered her heaving belly.

This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.

He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.

“Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yeah… no, I want something else?”

“What else?”

“I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon.”

She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. “What do you mean?” she asked, pretending naivete.

“I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!” he breathed excitedly into her face.

They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the year they’d been having the affair.

It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara whimpered, “Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let’s do it now.”

They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her. Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.

Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.

“Do it, damn it, I can’t wait any more!” Barbara pleaded.

Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck, she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.

She moaned, “Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy.”

But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading phallus. “Now!” she screamed. “Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!”

Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum. Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.

Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.

***

While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her vagina.

CHAPTER THREE

It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.

Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face. She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene’s even once, and he didn’t speak a single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing, his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched incredulously as their father left.

***

Judy stretched her legs out on the floorboard of the old Ford convertible. She threw her head back happily. The top was down, and even though the April night air was a little chilly she felt warm. She sat in the middle of the seat, her boy friend Jack by her side alternating his attention between her and his driving. She felt carefree. The past two days had been unbearable. Her father had been freed on bail almost immediately, but his presence around the house had not been pleasant. A deadly gloom seemed to pervade the household, making all but the most essential of speech taboo. Her father had been fired, and the family’s financial situation was in doubt. At school, Judy’s friends had been tactful enough not to mention Hal French’s arrest—but they all knew about it. There was a time when her world would have been shattered by this unexpected nightmare—a time when she looked upon her father as the only man in her life. But during the past years Judy had discovered a new side of herself, a carefree, guiltless, happy, hedonistic side of her personality which conflicted with her parents’ middle class values. It was for this reason that she found the trauma of her father’s arrest tolerable. She knew her brother shared her feelings—that he, too, knew better than to feel personally degraded by their father’s predicament. It was her mother, though, that caused Judy the most worry. Arlene was walking around the house like a zombie. Her eyes had been puffy from crying for two solid days. Judy wondered what could be done. If only her mother wasn’t so wrapped up in her phony pretense of respectability. Didn’t she realize that there were other things in life besides family pride?

Judy kissed Jack on the cheek and turned on the radio.

The stores and houses seemed to be spaced progressively farther apart as they journeyed from the city. Soon they were on the highway which led to Scotch Lake where Ralph’s parents owned a cabin. His parents were unaware that their son, a girl and three other couples were going to use the cabin for an all-night party.

Judy smiled devilishly as she remembered the party she had attended last month at the same cabin. There had been just three couples that time—Ralph and her brother Bill with their girl friends, Jack and herself. For six people they sure had done a lot of balling, she recalled. It had been one of the wildest nights she’d ever known. She had come with Jack and ended up spending most of the hours locked in a small bedroom with Ralph. She smiled now as she thought about how her mother was always hinting that Ralph would make such a nice boy friend for her because he was such a fine shy kid. Mom sure was naive! Still thinking about last month’s party, she remembered staring in fascination while her brother fucked Ralph’s girl. It had been terribly exciting for her, and she regretted that Bill wouldn’t be there tonight. It promised to be a wild party—even wilder than the last one, she speculated.

Her lustful memories were turning her on. She scooted closer to Jack so her shoulder was snug against his. Her pulse was racing and moisture was gathering stickily in the crotch of her panties. She guided her hand to Jack’s thigh and began to slowly caress his trouser leg as he drove toward Scotch Lake.

Jack’s cock had been erect almost from the first minute Judy had got into the car next to him and its throbbing stiffness surged against the restraining fabric of his trousers. His driving became erratic and the car drifted slightly. He was forced to slow down for reasons of safety.

Judy used her hand cleverly, creeping up his pants, circling his groin, walking her fingers across his lower stomach. She never once touched the bulge of his penis, but she still managed to start him squirming around on his buttocks, panting.

She loved to arouse a boy that way; it gave her a sense of power.

The drive to the cabin was only about five miles, but by the time they arrived, both were excessively aroused. During the last two miles, Judy had unsnapped her slacks so Jack had been able to slip his fingers inside to feel her mound through her rapidly moistening panties. Her caresses had become more aggressive, too. When they pulled in front of the cabin, Judy’s hand was inside his pants, her fingers warm against the taut pulsating flesh of his penis. Her hand had been working vigorously, causing Jack to slump low in the seat and gasp loudly while struggling to keep the car on the road. Once parked, they quickly disengaged their hands from each other’s crotches. Judy zipped up her slacks and smoothed the rumpled material of her blouse which had become bunched around her stomach. Jack’s erection still pushed forcefully against the front of his pants as he and Judy got out of the car.

They were walking the short distance between the car and the cabin when Judy stopped short.

“Wow, look at that!” she exclaimed, giggling wantonly and nodding toward a car parked some twenty yards away. In the back seat, two silhouetted figures were entwined, rocking back and forth vigorously. Judy recognized the car—Ralph’s. It was his girl friend Vita, she assumed, whose legs were stretched upward, heels locked on the ledge of the open rear window. The speed of Ralph’s buttocks rising up and down indicated the couple was at the most heated stage of intercourse.

Judy felt Jack behind her. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and hugged her back against him as he, too, stared at the erotic sight. His erection surged against her, pushing at the lower part of her back.

As her eyes focused more steadily on the fucking pair, Judy felt her warm juices seep through her panties and creep along her inner thighs. She’d been thinking about the party all day, getting hornier and hornier as the hours went by. If someone didn’t fuck her pretty soon, she was going to go out of her little mind. Jack was welded to her from behind, and his presence there did nothing to still her rampaging lust. Suddenly she wheeled around, breaking his grip on her shoulders.

With sex-maddened eyes gleaming in the faint light of the moon, she groaned, stood on her tiptoes, and threw her head back to present her soft lips up to him. The tall youth bowed his head and their lips joined, tongues briskly licking into each other’s mouth. She reached up and entwined her arms around his slim neck. She could feel the tip of his upthrust penis against her belly, and the contact sent an earthquake of longing through her body. Their kiss continued for several minutes, growing wetter, more wanton, more active. Her own breath came in harsh gasps, harmonizing with Jack’s labored breathing—and the sound of Vita’s passionate murmurs from the back seat of Ralph’s car added to Judy’s sense of total lustfulness.

She pulled her mouth from his and said, “I can’t wait much longer! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m just so awful horny tonight!”

She could see the lust gleaming in Jack’s eyes. The feel of his tall, thin, athletic body against hers was turning her on fast and she felt like fucking him right there on the ground among the leaves and pine needles. Instead, she took Jack’s hand in hers and started toward the porch. They passed within a few feet of Ralph’s car, and the sight of the copulating couple was much more graphic from this distance. Judy stared right into the back seat of the car as she passed, and she saw Jack was doing the same. Unconsciously her pace slowed so she could have more time to take in the frantic action. Ralph’s white ass was squirming around, his buttocks clenching as he drove again and again into the wildly gyrating Vita. His pants were down around his thighs, his shirt unbuttoned as Vita ran her hands hotly across his heaving chest. He’s only sixteen and already he’s got as much hair on his chest as Father! Judy thought excitedly, remembering how his hairy chest had tickled her erect nipples the last time they had fucked. Vita was squealing insanely now, her bare feet sticking straight out the window, toes clenched and pointing at Judy. The sight was too much for Judy, and she headed for the cabin, tugging Jack behind her.

The only light inside radiated from a fireplace in a far corner of the main room where several logs were burning brightly. Lying on their stomachs side by side facing the fire, a blanket beneath them, were Connie and Linc. They were dressed and unrumpled. Even though they had been alone in the cabin, they were not in the midst of any sexual foreplay. Their voices were low and serious, and Judy realized they were talking philosophy, as usual. They were an intellectual pair, and it often seemed they didn’t fit in with the rest of the gang—yet they were two of the most likeable seniors at Washington High. Sometimes Judy thought that Connie would rather discuss Plato than screw, but once Connie got turned on, she really got turned on and it took a lot of sex to cool her off. Judy knew from experience that Linc was an able stud once he got sexually aroused.

The two on the blanket turned and uttered brief, friendly hellos. Then they returned to their conversation, ignoring the new arrivals who made their way into the only bedroom. Jack closed the door, and they were alone in the dark room. They stood kissing passionately. Then, as if by secret signal, they made their way arm in arm toward the bed. They sat on the edge and kissed again, this time holding the embrace for a long while, their tongues making frantic circles inside each other’s mouth.

“Want to get undressed?” Jack asked when the kiss was broken.

“Yeah!” Judy responded in a throaty whisper. “Oh, yeah, baby, do I ever want to get undressed!” The thought of his nude flesh against hers sent waves of insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her palm cupping the bulge of his penis through his pants. Then her hand went quickly up to his belt, undoing it. She considered undressing him, peeling away his clothing bit by bit in a slow, teasing manner like she had so many times in the past. But she was too hot, her panties already like tissue glued soggily against her quivering vagina. Her hand came back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed briefly between her thighs, and she smiled a little as she felt how her juices had leaked through her slacks to form a warm circle around her crotch.

She began to unbutton her blouse with one hand while freeing the snap of her slacks with the other. She kicked off her sandals, then stood and worked her pants and undies down over her young hips. It was too dark to see much, and Jack could barely make out her silhouette. But even that was exciting to him—the outline of her nude hips and thighs, her blouse hanging open, no bra beneath, her slacks and panties bunched at her feet. He stood and began stripping frantically. Judy watched him, finding his haste thrilling; the mad way he was stepping out of his pants excited her. He practically ripped his shirt off.

They were both naked.

They melted together, their mouths fusing. Judy stretched up on her tiptoes, her head tilted, Jack’s tongue firm and aggressive inside her lips. Oozing from the head of his erection was an abundance of sticky liquid. His seminal fluids clung to her belly as his cock was sandwiched between their heated bodies. She squirmed against him as the kiss continued. Her tits were crushed against his lower chest, nipples hardened and throbbing savagely. She groaned into his mouth like a woman ready to come at any second. She felt it all gathering within her, a great storm of excitement, a furious raging river of passion. Her toes clenched against the hardwood floor. She pressed her body still more forcefully against his until the pressure was delightful and agonizing at the same time. Their kiss became combative—a miniwar fought with nibbling teeth and thrusting tongues. She tightened her lips and began to suck hard, causing Jack’s tongue to plunge deep into her mouth, almost to her throat. No gentleness left in him now, both his hands pulled viciously at the back of her head. She couldn’t stand it any more. She was too hot. Somehow she managed to free her lips from his and turn her head to one side.

Hotly she whispered in his ear, “Let’s get on the bed now, I’ve got to…”

“Got to what?” he teased.

Long ago she had learned how Jack liked to hear crude words and phrases uttered from her trembling young lips. She didn’t mind; it excited her, too. What could be more exciting while fucking than to speak honestly and passionately from the soul of your sexual being?

She spread her legs a little wider and licked his earlobe, making him squirm and rub his penis against her stomach. She whispered, “I’ve got to get fucked! You’ve got to fuck me, Jack, or else I’ll die! I’m so hot it’s running down my legs! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!”

Her voice was gaspy and uneven. They crashed to the bed together, the old mattress acting like a trampoline beneath them, causing them to bounce nearly off its surface. Jack ended up flat on his back sideways across the bed, his feet hanging over one side, while Judy straddled him, her legs doubled under and her knees at the sides of his hips. His erection was grazing her wet cunt, and she wasted no time reaching for the hard cock. She guided the long, slender erection into the opening of her vagina and immediately began to circle her hips, until the staff was imbedded all the way into her tight young channel. She sat still momentarily, savoring the feel of his penis. She squeezed it with her muscular cunt. Then she hissed loudly, her lips parted, and started a feverish up and down tempo.

“Jack!” she cried. “Oh, Jack, it’s so fucking good!”

She could see the outline of his face, his lips widely parted, great gusts of breath heaving out of him from his straining chest. Now and then his eyes reflected what little light there was in the room, and Judy knew his hot gaze was fixed on her wildly pumping hips. Her own eyes were wet with lust, glazed over and pleading, and she wondered whether Jack could see the same aroused sparkle in her stare that she saw in his.

Her fluids filled her cunt, causing less and less friction as his cock plummeted into the depths of her pulsating vagina.

“Jack, I’m going to come right away—right away, baby, I’m so hot!” Her voice was an outpouring of alternate high and low tones, garbled sounds and sobbed syllables. She felt a powerful orgasm welling up within her.

She sat down heavily on his hips and the feel of his throbbing cock, shoved up her cunt as far as it would go, sent her mind spinning in erotic delirium.

“Aaaa!” Jack groaned as Judy began to move her hips in an increased circular tempo. “Judy, don’t stop!”

She had him crazy for it now, and that knowledge—the knowledge that she was driving him insane with her wild whorelike motions—made her incomprehensibly hot. She had such power. She could slow her pace and make him plead. She could jerk her groin around furiously for thirty seconds and make him shoot his load of scorching sperm right into her dripping cunt. Beneath her was well over six feet of muscular male animal, and she could control it. Sex seemed so glorious to her. Two people dependent on each other to achieve the single most rewarding experience in life. Sex was beautiful—and right.

Her hands moved to her breasts, her palms rubbing briskly across her hard young nipples. The buds were alive with sensual ticklish delight, sending waves of arousal all across her body. Her whole being seemed sexually ignited. Every part of her seemed to tingle with sexual awareness. She felt like she had never been so hot—and yet she knew better. Every time she fucked, she felt hotter than she had ever been before. That was the beauty of fucking.

Jack reached up and placed his hands atop Judy’s. He rode the backs of her hands, feeling her tease and fondle her pretty young breasts. He tightened his thighs, arching his hips upward and lifting the twisting girl with him. Her juices leaked from her cunt to the base of his erection, puddling there, acting as a glue which united their wet and tangled pubic hair.

There was no up and down rhythm now. Jack kept his hips arched high, and Judy ground down against him as hard as she could. Each of them felt a thundering climax approaching. All movement was stopped. Jack let out a deep, loud animal groan as he felt the sperm boiling in his testicles. Judy held her breath, then hissed violently. Jitterish jerks began in her thighs and belly and spread.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh… oh… oh, yes! It’s happening! Oh, Jack, it’s happening right now! I’m coming! Aaahhhh!”

She tore her hands out from under his and pressed them against his sparsely haired chest. She leaned down, supporting her weight against him with her outstretched arms. Like an enraged mare, she threw her head back and bellowed her lust toward the ceiling. Jack’s body was rigid. Only his feet and shoulders anchored him to the bed. Judy’s knees were no longer on the mattress; she was being lifted up, way up. Her cunt was contracting, great clutching spasms one after another. Her buttocks tightened and loosened in time with her orgasm.

“Shoot it into me!” she begged, and just then he did.

The first jet of hot sperm left his balls and shivered up the length of his staff. It hurled forcefully from the split in the tip of his cock and slammed against the quivering insides of her climaxing cunt.

“It’s coming out!” he blustered. “Want me to pull it out of you? Want me… shit, it’s too late! Fuck, oh, fuck, I’ve got to give it all to you!”

Jack’s cry sent new thrills to Judy’s brain as her climax continued. Sometimes she and Jack had broken their connection at the moment of his ejaculation, and he had come all over her breasts and belly. They had done that to avoid the chance of pregnancy. She realized now, though, that her boy friend couldn’t withdraw even if he wanted to. And it didn’t matter. The time of the month was right for her—no chance of conceiving. Not that she would have let him pull it out, anyway. Her orgasm was too intense.

“God, I’m still coming!” she shouted, not remembering the last time an orgasm had lasted so long.

There was a momentary pause between the first hot blast of Jack’s semen into her vagina and the next shot. He still kept his hips up high, straining in blissful agony as the next cannonball of jism fired from his tautly drawn balls. His feet pushed down on the side of the mattress, his curled toes dangling over the edge. The second fiery blast of sperm jetted from his cock, joining the sticky pool of secretions already in her cunt. The third and following spasms came more rapidly from his penis, flooding Judy until the sperm poured like a river from her vagina, along the upper parts of her thighs, and dripped to the blanket.

As if by some mysterious mutual signal, they both abandoned their frozen positions. They began to gyrate intensely, Jack falling back to the mattress, Judy jerking and twisting madly like a spineless puppet. She threw herself flat on top of him, her breasts bulging and smashed into his chest, her legs stiff above his, her toes scratching across his shins. He lifted his head to her, turning it sideways to find her mouth. Her tongue was dancing wildly between his teeth as she twisted her pelvis frantically against him, sapping the last of his sperm and feeling the final tremors of her own orgasm ripple in her belly.

He grabbed her ass tightly in both hands and pulled her down harder against him while spearing up at her with his still-spouting erection. They kissed and groaned and fucked until the terminal convulsions ebbed. Then they lay glued together with sweat and sex juices until they finally rolled apart.

“I’m so tired, Jack, so tired!” Judy whispered happily as she began dressing.

“Not too tired, I hope! The party’s just starting!”

She smiled, a wickedly satisfied smile that went unseen by Jack because of the darkness. “You don’t have to worry about me,” she said. “I’ll be ready for more fun when the time comes!”

It wasn’t just the sex that made her feel wonderful. There was something overwhelmingly exciting about fucking—but, then, everyone knew that. It was more than the fucking, though, that turned her on. It was the whole scene—everyone balling without anyone being exploited, nobody uptight, no one feeling ashamed and dirty. It was so obviously beautiful that she wondered why there were so many people in this world, people like her own mother, who couldn’t see how fabulous sex was.

***

As soon as Jack and Judy had left the bedroom, they discovered that a squabble of sorts was in progress. Ralph and Vita were in the cabin now, standing with Connie and Linc by the fireplace. The four of them were in a line with their backs toward the fire. Facing them, waving his hands irately as he spoke, was George Benson, a physically well-developed but mentally immature youth who had been invited to the party for one reason only: to furnish the marijuana. Usually grass was easy to come by. But several of the group’s pot-supplying friends had left the city recently. For the time being, George was their only contact.

“A virgin!” Connie exclaimed, lifting her oversize thin-rimmed glasses to stare cutely at George. “This isn’t the kind of scene to bring a virgin to—you know that!”

“Yeah, you were supposed to bring Bobbie,” Ralph reminded him.

“Bobbie’s old lady is sick, so she had to stay home,” George said flatly. He obviously felt ill-at-ease, and he shuffled his feet nervously. He scratched his head several times, messing his long, disorderly hair even more. He made a deliberate point of looking no one in the eye.

“You’re a fucked-up kid, you know that!” Connie said, shaking her head in disapproval and bewilderment.

Linc leaned over and elbowed her gently in the ribs as if to say: Easy, baby, this dude’s got the grass!

George’s mouth fell open. His expression became shocked, then defensive, them embarrassed. His eyes mirrored the hurt he felt at the unexpected rejection coming from a girl he had considered a friend.

Judy clutched Jack’s hand tighter. She felt sorry for George. George was a fucked-up kid, but he was a human being with feelings, and Judy disliked the way Connie had addressed him. She clung to Jack’s hand as the scene before them unfolded. There was a long silence, George staring at the others and those four looking right back at him. Connie glared defiantly, taking on the appearance of intellectual superiority. Linc was expressionless. Ralph and Vita had their arms around each other’s waist. Their clothing and hair were disheveled. Both were flushed, evidencing the wild fuck they had just had in the car outside the cabin.

George was fighting back tears when he finally whined, “Well, do you want me to bring her in or not? You don’t have to act no different just ‘cause she’s cherry! She ain’t a prude!”

“You bring the grass?” Linc asked.

George nodded.

“Okay,” Connie said more softly. She stepped forward and touched George affectionately on the cheek. It was a sincere gesture, because she was obviously feeling a little ashamed of her earlier hostility. Hostility did not become her philosophy of love and, like all the others in the group, she considered herself a loving person. “Bring your virgin inside, George. This might be interesting.”

Jack and Judy looked at each other and smiled uneasily.

Susan was the virgin’s name. She was a pretty blonde who didn’t act at all timid. When Connie and Linc stripped in the center of the main room, everyone was watching Susan, expecting to see her show signs of shock. But she merely leaned against a wall, her eyes riveted to the couple as they disrobed. Just as George had said, Susan was no prude. She was a sophomore who simply hadn’t had the opportunity to shed her virginity under circumstances which she felt were appropriate. This gathering of eight young people in a cabin, all of them frank and open about sex, was just the situation in which she had always dreamed of surrendering her virginity. When Connie lowered her nude body to a blanket in front of the fireplace and the naked Linc descended upon her with a gigantic erection in his hand, Susan realized that she was being watched by those around her. George was watching, and Jack and Judy and Vita and Ralph. What did they expect her to do? Go screaming from the cabin? Did they think every virgin was a reluctant prig who had to be raped that first time? Susan was eager to experience her first act of intercourse. The sight of Linc rubbing the head of his penis in the wet hairy slit between Connie’s long legs made her own passion boil within her. It had been fifteen minutes since she’d sat in the car outside with George, welcoming his crude but impassioned advances upon her almost fifteen-year-old body. He had kissed her savagely and rubbed her tits and worked his hand up under her miniskirt, and she still felt the heat of sexual longing throughout her body. She watched as the lean, handsome Linc steered his erection into the opening of Connie’s vagina.

“Aaahh!” Connie moaned as Linc’s cock slid into her passion-drenched orifice. She threw her hands against his shoulders to brace herself as he lowered himself toward her. She spread her legs wide, feet flat on the blanket, knees pointed upward. She made brisk, involuntary sweeps with her tongue around her lips as Linc’s cock worked deeper and deeper into her saturated vagina. He hovered over her, supporting himself with his arms above and to each side of her head. His hair, longer than hers, cascaded down to tickle her forehead, his blond hair tangling with her jet-black tresses. Linc sunk his groin between the open thighs of the mindless girl, his cock sinking into the churning warm depths of her vagina. Connie was so hot for it that she began to jibber, crazy insane sounds pouring from her mouth, exciting her young lover as well as the other six people in the room who were watching. Her belly began to flutter. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, gliding down along his back to his ass where she grabbed his flexed buttocks and drew him closer against her.

Without anyone giving a signal or saying a word, the six young voyeurs gathered around the blanket where Connie and Linc were fucking. First Ralph and Vita fell to their knees at the blanket’s edge. From a distance of about two feet, they glared with obvious erotic interest as the couple began to twist and strain in an initial effort to establish a fucking rhythm. Vita threw her arm around Ralph’s waist and leaned against his strong young shoulder. She was perspiring, her thin blouse clinging to her skin, her clothing rumpled badly from her earlier act of intercourse in the back seat of Ralph’s car.

As if drawn toward the blanket by hypnotic command, Judy stepped trancelike across the room, pulling Jack along behind her. They reached the blanket and slowly fell to their knees directly across from where Vita and Ralph knelt. Judy’s eyes feasted on the writhing, perspiring forms of the copulating Linc and Connie. The flaring, unsteady light cast upon the couple by the fire made the sight seem even more erotic than it would have been had the light been constant and brighter. The shadows crawling across the fucking couple, the fingers of gold firelight, seemed somehow to dance in time to their now leisurely strokes. But the motions wouldn’t remain cautious for long. Everyone in the room sensed that Connie and Linc were on the verge of losing control, that any second they would give up their teasing, tentative movements and start making wild, abandoned sexual lunges.

Judy noticed that George was now kneeling at the head of the blanket, and at the lower end, where Linc’s and Connie’s feet were planted, knelt the virgin Susan. All six of the onlookers virtually held their breath as the two on the blanket continued to make slow circles with their glued-together pelvises. Everyone knew it was going to happen any time now. Explosive, animal, frenzied sex. At any second there would be a thunderous surge of activity. The young voyeurs were eager and apprehensive.

Judy gurgled in spite of her efforts to kneel quietly as she watched. Her panties were flooded, not just with Jack’s spent seed, but with a renewed flow of her own lubricants. It was so thrilling to watch. Her eyes focused on Connie’s face. The girl’s large-lensed funky-looking glasses were falling across her forehead exposing her eyes which were glazed over with mad lust. Her mouth was twisted, her firm pink tongue licking frantically across her lips as if she were practicing fellatio on an imaginary cock.

Judy groaned again. She couldn’t help herself. Her own tongue licked across her lips in a manner just as feverish as the girl on the blanket.

Jack was breathing heavily now. The couple kneeling on the opposite side of the blanket was becoming restless, too. Ralph was working one hand playfully up and down Vita’s thigh, and she was reciprocating by letting her palm cup the bulge where his erection thrust against the front of his pants. At the head of the blanket, George was almost wheezing as he watched Connie squirm more heatedly while working her cunt up around Linc’s implanted erection. At the other end of the blanket, George’s virgin girl friend was going out of her head with lustful longing. It was the first time she’d ever seen two people fucking, and she couldn’t restrain her own hand from making soft contact with her inner thighs up above the hem of her miniskirt.

Judy shifted her gaze from the slowly copulating pair on the blanket to the virgin. Susan was really turned on, Judy knew. The girl’s young, firm breasts bulged against her flimsy blouse, surging and retreating as she breathed laboriously. She’s so hot! Judy thought. Just the way I was the first time I watched two people making it! I’ll bet her panties are really hot! I’ll bet she’s dying to get fucked! Suddenly Judy realized that the girl was staring back at her. Their eyes met and they smiled warmly, a silent affirmation that they were both women and they both knew exactly what sexual feelings the sight of the couple on the blanket was arousing in their respective young bodies.

Suddenly Connie cried, “Oh, God, fuck me hard!” Her voice was hoarse and desperate. Her eyes were coated with a thin film of temporary lust-inspired insanity. She was bucking up at Linc, and suddenly her movements were crazy and abandoned, and the force of her sexual feeling was transmitted to everyone gathered around the blanket.

Everything exploded.

Linc frantically began to raise his hips and slam himself into Connie’s sopped hungry cunt. The brisk, rapid smacking sound as their bodies collided was an erotic spur to the other six people. Judy began to strip, unconsciously aware that everyone around her was doing the same. Clothes were flying in all directions—shirts and blouses and pants and skirts and shoes and panties and underwear. On the blanket, Connie and Linc were fucking like crazy.

“Watch me, everyone!” Connie screamed. “Watch me get fucked. Please! Please, watch me!”

Connie’s hot words served to incite the others in the room. Naked now, they grouped around the blanket, male hands reaching for cunts and nipples, female fingers beginning to touch stiff penises.

Judy felt someone grab her breasts from behind. She wheeled to throw herself at whatever male was fondling her, only to find herself kneeling into and french-kissing George. She didn’t really like George. He was always making an ass out of himself at school, striving to get attention. Maybe in a few years he would mature socially and… and… Geez! she thought, feeling his cock spear against her belly button. Geez, he’s got a beautiful body—so big and firm and I want him to fuck me! She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth. She gasped, she ground against him, her hard nipples digging into his hairy chest.

The sound of Connie getting fucked thrilled Judy. Con was always so high and mighty with her Socrates and Plato. Hearing Con beg for it, groaning and screaming like a mindless female animal, Judy felt a certain smugness sweep over her. When it gets right down to it, Connie baby, Judy said to herself as she dueled aggressively with George’s probing tongue, you’re just horny like the rest of us!

Connie was babbling incoherently. Her hips were arched off the blanket, her vagina frozen to Linc’s well-oiled cock. They ground their groins tightly together, and Con threw her arms over her head and waved them frantically. “Yesss!” she wailed. “I’m coming already!”

Judy glanced over George’s shoulder as she continued to kiss him. Susan was on the hardwood floor near the foot of the blanket. She lay on her back with her legs widely spread. Between her thighs was Ralph’s head, his tongue teasing her pink pouting cunt lips. Susan raised her feet off the floor and locked her heels behind Ralph’s neck, drawing his whole mouth flush against her passion-soaked labia. Her head rolled from side to side, sending her straight blonde hair flying about. Her mouth was twisted in a lewd grin, her hands on her lower stomach, fingers straight out pulling her vagina open. God, Judy thought, for a virgin that girl sure doesn’t waste any time!

Across the blanket from where she and George were kneeling and kissing, Judy saw her boy friend Jack being expertly mouthed by pretty, short-haired, athletic-looking Vita, whose tongue made swift circles around the crown of his penis, her lips sucking at the foreskin as she knelt between his thighs. A series of hot murmurs crept from her throat as she sucked avidly on the groaning, squirming Jack’s upthrust penis.

Still kissing George hotly, Judy fastened her eyes upon the strenuously copulating pair on the blanket. Connie was howling shrilly with each thrust of her boy friend’s huge cock into her cunt. She bucked up at him like a wild whore, her belly tightening and untightening spastically as she experienced the last crests of her orgasm. Her heels hammered brutally into the rough wool blanket, her arms stretched above her head, her hands made into tight fists of passion. Linc managed to maintain control through Con’s hot, straining climax, and as her convulsions ended, he increased the tempo of his fucking, secure in the knowledge that he could bring her to many more orgasms before he pumped his scalding sperm into her insatiable little cunt.

The sights, the smells, the sounds all around her made Judy crazy with lust. She sucked hungrily on George’s tongue. Everyone was so hot. Everyone was so near to her, just a few feet away.

George mumbled into her mouth, “You’re really hot to fuck, ain’t you?”

Instead of answering, she returned his kiss more vehemently. She could feel his seminal fluid spreading from the tip of his cock against her stomach. His penis, sandwiched between his belly and hers, throbbed forcefully, making her eager to have the erection deep inside her juicy vagina.

She grabbed the bottom of his buttocks in both hands and yanked upward. He bellowed his displeasure as her fingernails raked his ass, but then she lessened the pressure. Using only the palms of her hands now, Judy yanked up on his ass. He got the idea. Slowly, in time with her insistent tugging, he began to fuck his cock against her belly, up and down, spreading his gooey emission around the area of her navel. While he continued this rhythm, she withdrew her hands from his buttocks, placed one on each of his shoulders and pushed him backwards. He yielded, throwing his arms behind him to catch his weight as he sprawled to the floor. His legs unfolded and shot out straight, his ass crashed loudly onto the floor. He was flat on his back with his shoulders jerking harshly from the contact with the cold wood. But within a few seconds, he became accustomed to the feel of the floor, and he lay there submissively, gazing up at Judy who knelt between his legs.

She wasted no time. She leaned forward until her head was hovering over his hard-on. Her lips opened. She lowered her head more, feeling the heat of his erect penis as it neared her lips. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and bowed down lower. She tried to take the end of his cock into her mouth without having any of his flesh touch her. She succeeded at first, surrounding the first two inches of his tight flesh and breathing hot, tickling gusts of air onto it. The feel of Judy’s warm breath against George’s tingling penis caused him to jerk. Judy’s tongue was forced against the burning skin at the crown of his cock, the salty taste of his semen driving her mad. She closed her soft lips tightly around the quivering staff. Her tongue went round and round and she began to slurp greedily.

“Yeah, oh, yeah! You sure know how to blow a guy!” George praised, swiveling on his hips while pulling her head down farther against his cock with both hands.

She almost choked as the full length of his penis was jammed to her throat, but she managed to continue the sucking, working her tongue still faster.

“Oh, yeah, baby, I ain’t never had my cock sucked so good!” George hollered.

What bothered Judy most about George’s utterance was that it was more a cry for attention than a cry of passion. He was plenty hot, and he was squirming around so frantically that she expected him to shoot his load into her mouth any second. Still, she knew what kind of a person he was, and she knew he was getting a childish delight in yelling out so everyone else would look to see that he was, indeed, getting his penis sucked. If Judy hadn’t been so damned turned on, she might have been angry. As it was, the feel of his cock thrust deeply into her mouth was making her crazy with desire. She wanted to fuck—fuck like she never had fucked before. All around her the sexual actions of horny couples added to her runaway stimulation. She gurgled against George’s erection and hoped that he wouldn’t squirt his load into her mouth. She wanted to fuck him. Now. Maybe a good fuck would do this socially ill-adjusted male a lot of good.

She gave the tip of his cock a final flick with her tongue. Then she withdrew her mouth.

“Wh-whatsa matter?” George said in a complaining voice.

She crawled over him, her arms stretched down with one hand to each side of his head, her knees resting at opposite sides of his hips. She gazed straight down at his face, a bitchy smirk written across her lips. Her young breasts dangled enticingly above him.

“Whatsa matter, yourself, Georgie!” she mocked, loud so everyone would hear. “Don’t you want to screw—or are you afraid I’m too much to handle.”

Ralph, whose mouth was busy lapping at the virgin Susan’s steaming cunt, let out a happy snicker.

Feeling his young manhood had been unfairly questioned, George shot back, “I’m gonna fuck you, Judy! I’m gonna fuck you good for saying that! I’m gonna fuck you like you ain’t never been fucked before!”

She bent down to kiss him, mumbling, “Promises, promises!”

She let her knees slide back so that her hips automatically lowered toward George’s straining penis. The tip of his cock brushed the top of her fluffy pubic forest. She squirmed until the crown was touching the sloppy-wet slit of her vagina. She kissed him madly while working her hips circularly so that his cock excited her puffy flesh just below her clitoris.

She was aware of the action around her. On the blanket Connie was having another orgasm, her legs lifted up and pointing straight out away from her body, her stomach tense, a loud scream of pleasure beginning to trill from her throat. Linc still kept his pace as he fucked the girl, still determined to make it a long, pleasurable ride during which he intended to bring Connie to as many climaxes as he could. Across the blanket from where Judy was straddled over George’s cock, Jack and Vita were still engaged in a sixty-nine. Jack was grunting heatedly from on top as he thrust his cock rapidly into Vita’s receptive lips. Below, Vita was swept up in sexual madness. Her hips jumped up again and again to meet Jack’s tongue. She twisted and strained as his lips washed the plane of her vagina, bathing her hot cunt in saliva and making her erect clitoris throb with her every heartbeat.

The sounds all around Judy were purely sexual and increasing in volume with each passing minute. What most caught her attention as she rubbed her cunt back and forth across the tip of George’s swollen penis was the sight of Susan and Ralph. The couple was only a few feet away from where Judy and George lay, and Judy realized that she could reach out and touch the other twosome if she wanted to. No longer was Ralph kissing Susan’s vagina. Now he had taken a pillow from a chair and wedged it beneath Susan’s buttocks. He was on hands and knees above her, ready to jam his abnormally large erection into the sopped confines of her virgin pussy. Susan was willing and ready to receive his cock. She was eagerly anticipating being fucked by the strong manly body of the experienced Ralph. Her legs were stretched out wide apart, making her vagina easily accessible. Ralph had one hand on top of his penis, pushing the stiff organ down slightly to line it up with the babbling girl’s vaginal entrance. The hot, crazy sounds that were pouring now from Susan’s lips were louder than any others in the room. She was sex-crazed and desperate. Her hands were locked behind Ralph’s shoulders, pulling him toward her. Her nipples pointed up erectly toward his chest. She twitched and quivered, ripples of anticipation making her stomach bulge and retreat in time with her labored breathing. If ever Judy had seen a girl more ready to be fucked than Susan, she couldn’t remember when.

The sight had Judy so hot she felt she was going to come any time. The soft, circling contact of George’s thick cock against the outer area of her cunt was more than she could endure. With a long, tortured hiss, Judy used one hand to guide the groaning youth’s penis into her humid channel. She fell down atop him, her whole body resting flat on his. The penis jammed all the way into her in one easy thrust.

“Give it to me!” she whispered urgently in his ear. “I’ve got to have it now! Please, please fuck me good!”

She gripped his shoulders and began to slide back and forth, their perspiring flesh supplying a slick surface for Judy to slither. Her cunt began to contract harshly, gripping his cock time after time as she struggled to skewer herself more deeply than was possible. She felt his hands on her ass, then his fingers curling around the sides of her buttocks. First his fingertips were playing with the flowered-out lips of her pussy where his penis was jammed into her. Then he danced his fingers the short distance to her anus. Without any show of tenderness, he jabbed a finger all the way up her rectum. She cried out, searing pain blinding her because of the unexpected entry.

She stopped all movement, but George picked up the rhythm when she ceased her fucking. He made short punches with his hips, screwing into her until the pain diminished for her and she gleefully joined him in striving frantically toward a climax.

“God! God, it’s good!” she cried, not caring that her voice was piercingly loud. She wanted everyone to hear just how hot she was. “Fuck, fuck! Move your finger around in my ass! Yes! Fuck yes, baby!”

She sucked on George’s tongue while she twisted her pelvis around like a demented bitch. Her clit was pulsating like mad, rubbing around on his groin, becoming more and more sensitive to the excruciating contact with his genital hairs.

“Fuck, fuck!” she continued to rant. Her mind grew dizzy with lust.

She broke the kiss and gazed madly at the nearest couple, Susan and Ralph. Ralph had inserted his cock into the virgin’s cunt and was slowly feeding the full length of it into her.

“Aaahhhh! No… go slow!” Susan whined up at Ralph.

Sensing that he was hurting her, Ralph withdrew several inches, then pressed into her again, more slowly.

Susan’s pained cry alerted George. He twisted his head and saw that his virgin girl friend was getting fucked.

“Stop!” he shouted. It was tormenting for him to see Ralph easing his cock into the virgin he himself had hoped to fuck first. “Let me have her first!” he groaned.

Ralph ignored George. He slipped his cock deeper into the ultra-tight passage of Susan’s never-before-fucked vagina. When Susan heard George’s shout of protest she had looked over at him, seen that he had his erection squarely inserted into Judy’s hot vagina, and turned her attention back to Ralph.

Judy, sensing that George was considering withdrawal of his penis so that he could pull Ralph away from Susan, began to fuck more vigorously. As obnoxious as she found George sometimes, she didn’t want to quit fucking him now. She needed him. She was within minutes of a shattering orgasm and she couldn’t deny it to herself. She craved it, she had to have it.

“Oh, don’t stop!” she screamed. “I have to come! Please, please don’t stop!”

Her stomach was glued to his by perspiration. She remained stretched out on top of his bulkier form, bucking and squirming so wildly that he lost interest in the sexual gymnastics of Susan and Ralph. He began to lunge back mightily at the groaning, gasping girl above him. His finger played wildly in her ass.

“Keep fucking!” he shouted. “Oh, wild, wild! You’re a wild little bitch, ain’t you!”

She answered him by making several powerful clutching contractions around his cock with her saturated vagina. She hissed fervently, and she knew her orgasm was getting near.

Across the blanket, Jack and Vita had broken their sixty-nine. The tan-skinned Vita had rolled onto the blanket and was now kissing Connie wetly on the mouth as the latter went rigid and experienced another climax beneath Linc who still seemed to be in control of the situation. Vita was wildly massaging her clitoris.

Even in her insane state of arousal, Judy noticed that Jack and Vita had separated. Since she hadn’t heard Jack’s familiar groan of orgasm, she wondered why they had dissolved their sixty-nine. Then suddenly she knew.

Her hips were being tugged up. Jack had wedged his fingers between her body and George’s and was gripping her pelvic bone with his strong fingers.

She slowed her fucking momentarily, then found that she was too aroused to curtail her twisting actions. George’s cock was driving into her, inciting her lust-maddened body to a state of absolute sexual bliss. Even as Jack lifted her hips until her stomach was separated from George’s by a full foot, she kept churning around. Beneath her George arched off the floor, slamming his tightly stretched erection hard into the quivering confines of her pussy.

“What are you doing?” she managed to gasp as she felt Jack’s hand prying George’s finger out of her rectum. The digit slipped from the elastic passage, and she felt a cooling emptiness. She tightened her buttocks, wanting desperately to have something plugged into the hot, convulsing passage of her ass. While still twisting about crazily, savoring the feel of George’s thick, fucking cock, she removed one hand from his shoulder and reached behind her. Her fingers crept across her buttocks into the deep separating valley. But when she touched near her anal opening, Jack gently, but sternly, pushed her hand aside.

“What are you going to do?” she gasped loudly.

Beneath her a smug George supplied the answer.

“He’s going to fuck your cherry ass, that’s what! And you’re going to love it!”

It was true, her ass was virgin. Often it had been invaded by a boy’s deep-thrust finger during copulation, and frequently she drove her own finger up her ass while masturbating. But it had never been fucked, and the thought that her usually gentle Jack was about to jam his big erection into her rectum was too much. Her mind spun out of control with a mixture of fear and eagerness.

“Yeah,” she heard herself choke excitedly. “Yeah, Jack, I want it! Fuck me, fuck my ass!”

She twisted even more aggressively on George, and the boy grunted heatedly as he surged up at her flooded cunt. So much juice was pouring from her vagina that Judy could feel a great sticky mass of it running down her open thighs. Suddenly she was aware of another wetness. Without slowing her pace, she turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Jack held a bottle of lotion in one hand and was spreading the gummy cream around her anus with the other. The cool contact of the lotion with her sensitive ass made her cry out harshly.

George fucked up at her furiously, his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide while Jack applied the lubricant.

She was going to come, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. Not until her boy friend’s cock was imbedded in her anus.

Things began to happen so suddenly that her mind couldn’t keep up with it all. Jack’s fingers played around in the tight opening of her ass, stretching her entrance, rubbing the lotion around the orifice. Then, while she bucked down insanely upon George, Jack was up above her, his hands on her elbows to steady himself. She felt his stomach flush against the top of her buttocks, his penis brushing back and forth in her anal canyon. Then he removed one hand from her elbow and she felt him guiding his cock against her puckered, tight anus.

She cried out in fear.

For a short moment she ceased all movement, but then she felt unable to restrain herself, and she squirmed and twisted more wildly than ever. While George held her ass cheeks wide open, Jack made the penetration. The blunt end of his erect cock pushed her flesh inward. Even with the abundance of lotion, the entrance was difficult.

“Uunngghh!” Judy wailed as the first quarter-inch of her boy friend’s penis entered her tight ass.

Jack leaned over her and breathed hotly on her neck. Then he kissed her shoulder lightly, a kiss meant to assure her that everything was going to be all right. And she felt less afraid. She trusted him.

George was nearly ready to ejaculate. She could tell by looking into his glazed-over eyes and hearing the way he was wheezing and bellowing his breath up at her. He was no longer disciplined in his movements. His lunges had become untimed and choppy as he struggled to climax. It didn’t matter to Judy. She realized that her movements were just as frantic and uncontrolled. That was what fucking was supposed to be, and it was beautiful.

“Ah, no!” she shouted as Jack’s cock sank a full inch into her ravished rectum. The pain was searing, her anus stretched out beyond its intended limits.

He stopped his intrusion, leaving his cock imbedded in her by scarcely more than an inch. She stopped completely in her gyrations, but her cunt still made voluntary contractions around George’s penis.

Jack’s lips were near her ear and she could hear his heavy, unsteady breathing as he began to lose control of himself. All at once he gasped, “It’s all right, Judy, it won’t hurt for long!” And with a deep groan of pure lust, he thrust his pelvis at her.

“Ahhh!” she cried as she felt the walls of her tunnel splitting apart. His cock was going deep, deeper, and tears of pain came instantly to her eyes as his staff forced its unwelcome way into her virgin asshole. “No, no, no!” she wailed, but it was too late.

His phallus was jammed all the way in, the pain shooting in hot-cold flashes up her spine.

“Don’t move,” she whimpered. “Don’t move, please.”

And he didn’t, but beneath her George seemed to have less pity. He continued his wild pumping, fucking her quaking, nearly climaxing cunt more vigorously than ever.

“Oooo! Oh, no!” she sobbed as the intense pain still throbbed throughout her abused rectum.

At the same time, Susan groaned in pained ecstasy as Ralph rammed through her hymen. Susan’s hot cry sent shivers of lust raging through Judy. Judy remembered how it had been when she herself had surrendered her virginity—that hot, angry pain, the diminishing agony replaced quickly by rampant desire. It had been so lovely. And there, not two feet away from her, Susan was experiencing it at this very instant. And over on the blanket Connie was still engaged in a long, hard fuck that had already brought her four orgasms, and Vita was hotly sucking Con’s breast while Linc panted above. Everything was so sexy.

Jack’s aggressive thrust into Judy’s virgin ass had sent her back down upon George. Jack had caught himself on both outstretched arms and now rested half of his weight upon Judy. She felt utterly helpless and surrounded as she was sandwiched between the two sweating young males. Crushed as she was, she found breathing difficult, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the absolute, undeniable fact that she was about to come.

Slowly, with measured caution, Jack began to make rhythmic strokes with his penis. Her ass still ached, but the pain had lessened. Her anus contracted again and again around his cock in an effort to expel the invading staff, but gradually these contractions lessened, too. Soon the cock was sliding easily, the lotion having provided ample lubrication. Then a new, more intense feeling began to build within her. Judy could only whimper as the thrill of her dual fucking sent her mind reeling crazily.

“Fuck me, both of you!” she shouted.

Jack increased his pace, drawing his cock out two inches, and then slamming it back again. He repeated this over and over, his balls slamming against her juicy outer cunt where George’s cock was inserted. George and Jack were both grunting fitfully. Neither could hold out for long, particularly Jack who had been sucked just short of ejaculation by Vita and who now was being held tightly by his girl’s never-fucked rectum. Judy’s whimpering became loud and feverish. She was going to come—one more stroke, one more.

Her attention was drawn to Susan who suddenly cried, “Yes, come inside me!” and went completely rigid, her heels drumming into the hardwood floor, her buttocks squirming down into the pillow as Ralph unloaded.

Susan was wild. Her head was rolling around as if it weren’t attached to her neck. Her thigh muscles were bulged out, the cords in her neck were prominent.

Ralph jerked mightily as he groaned and pumped his seed into the no longer virgin girl. His expert technique had been more than Susan had expected, and now she panted and strained without a trace of sanity.

Beneath Judy, George was coming. He let out a deep grunt and stiffened as his cock swelled and shot his sperm up into the girl’s vagina. The slamming semen triggered Judy’s climax, and she shouted, “Now, now, now!” and reached across to Susan. She grabbed Susan’s hand and squeezed tightly, and the squeeze was returned. While the two girls came together, hands locked, a woman-to-woman bond was formed between them.

“Oh, God!” Susan cried. “It’s still happening! I’m still… coming! Oh, oh, oh!”

Judy felt the novel sensation of Jack’s sperm jetting into her rectum. George was still spouting the last of his semen into her cunt, her own climax making her entire body shudder. Jack’s juices overflowed her rectum and poured along her thighs, joining with George’s gushing out of her vagina. She kept coming, and Susan kept coming, and Ralph and George and Jack.

A boisterous male sigh told her that, on the blanket, Linc was finally ejaculating into Con’s vagina, and Con was coming again. Vita, still sucking Con’s breast, had fingered herself to her own orgasm and was squirming around all over the blanket. Everyone was coming at once. Everyone’s lust had been ignited by everyone else’s. And it was beautiful, Judy thought, beautiful.

She was actually sobbing out her joy as finally the spurting cocks in her cunt and rectum calmed and began to shrink slowly.

***

The whole night was wild and wonderful. It was beautiful for Judy to see how hotly Susan responded to Linc and Jack and George after having been a virgin only hours before. It was beautiful for Judy to have fucked Ralph and Linc. Connie had kissed her vagina until she had come, and that had been beautiful. All the twosomes and threesome and foursomes were beautiful. Sex was beautiful and natural, and Judy wondered why some people thought it was dirty and perverted. While sitting with her friends late that night, smoking pot and recuperating from the wild hours of steady sex, Judy thought of her mother. If only there were some way to make Mom less uptight. Her father’s brush with the law was really turning Arlene French into a pathetic human being, and Judy wanted to do something about it. Why couldn’t Arlene become turned on to life and to sex and to beauty the way her daughter was? Judy tried to picture her puritanical mother in bed with a man other than her father. The concept seemed shocking, yet…

Judy passed the joint to Jack who sat naked beside her. She giggled out loud. A wicked, monstrous, devious, but beautiful plan was forming in her sweet little head!

CHAPTER FOUR

Hal French, his head hung down in silence, listened as the judge passed sentence upon him. The trial had taken only a few hours; the judge’s guilty verdict had come swiftly. Because Hal’s employer was somewhat sympathetic toward the plight of the long-time servant, only a small portion of the money stolen was reported. The charge had been petty theft rather than grand theft. Hal heard the judge decree a term of one month in the county jail and an additional ten-month period of probation. It was a less severe sentence than he or Arlene had expected.

Arlene rose from her seat in the courtroom upon hearing the sentence. She went forward to where her husband stood and threw herself in his arms. They kissed briefly, and she wondered how she was going to survive these next thirty days without him. Moreover she wondered how she could face her friends and neighbors, and she wondered whether Hal would ever be able to get another job. What would become of him? What would the future be like? Would they ever be a proud mother and father again—proud of their children and themselves? She said good-bye to Hal softly, trying not to show just how shattered and undignified she felt standing in the middle of the courtroom. She promised him she would take good care of their son and daughter, and, of course, she promised to be faithful.

It was shortly after midnight, less than a week after Hal had begun spending his month in jail. Arlene lay in bed, restless, trying to sleep. Judy was in her brother’s room, sitting on the edge of his bed, talking while his hand rode delicately up and down her soft inner thigh.

This wasn’t the first time Bill and Judy had been in bed together. Frequently they shared intimate caresses, stroking, kissing, hugging each other. Never had they experienced intercourse, and neither of them had ever expressed a desire to do so. But they both felt something warm and rewarding about their open, loving relationship. They talked often of their most personal problems and feelings. For Judy, Bill was the only person in the world to really communicate with on a deep level. They had always been close to each other, squabbling less than the average brother and sister, showing compassion and empathy even years ago. It seemed only natural to them both the first time they had fondled each other—and it seemed natural now.

“Mmm!” Judy purred at her brother’s touch.

He sat with his legs crossed Indian-style, the mattress creaking beneath him whenever he shifted his weight. Judy had her feet on the carpet, her legs stretched out leisurely in front of her as she thrilled to Bill’s gentle stroking of her thigh. They were facing the same direction, Judy staring across the room, glimpsing herself and her brother in a mirror which was mounted atop a dresser. The very dim nightlight seemed to make everything sensuous and erotic.

Bill leaned forward to breathe down the back of Judy’s neck, causing her to shiver happily.

Judy fixed her gaze into the mirror, admiring the way her fifteen-year-old brother’s muscles bulged through the thin fabric of his pajamas. His long hair really turned her on. God, she thought, he’s going to make some girl one hell of a husband some day! He really has a gorgeous body. And then she stared at herself, too, noting how sexy she looked with her legs outstretched, and the transparent nightie clinging gently to her hips and breasts. She breathed hotly.

“She’s a fantastic lay,” Bill whispered in answer to an earlier question. He was referring to Barbara, the wife next door. For the past fifteen minutes he and his sister had been freely discussing each other’s recent sex experiences. It was no secret that they both got turned on hearing about those intimate things which the average uptight brother and sister never talked about.

“I’ll bet she is!” Judy said, squirming suddenly as Bill’s finger went higher, nearly touching the bushy hair around her vagina. She wanted him to touch her cunt. His teasing caresses were making her crazy.

But he continued to tease while describing in detail his most recent fucking of their neighbor. During the account, his fingers dipped several times into the sopping-wet clutching lips of Judy’s cunt. But he never left his hand there for more than two seconds. He was tormenting her deliberately, and she knew that sooner or later she would beg him to rub her clitoris, just the way she had begged so many other times. They would probably end up like always, their hands busy on each other’s genitals, bringing each other to orgasm.

There was something special on Judy’s mind, though, and she wanted to talk to her brother about it before her lust made her too hot to think.

It was the reason she had slipped into Bill’s room so late at night.

These past several days she had witnessed further deterioration of her mother’s emotional state. The woman never smiled, she bitched more about the way Judy dressed and the length of Bill’s hair. Her whole world was broken into tiny bits, and she seemed to have nothing left to live for. She never talked about Hal’s arrest, yet that seemed to be the only thing on her mind. But she’s so pretty, Judy thought, and so young just thirty-three—and it’s not too late for her to live a more rewarding life! Despite the ideological differences between her and her mother, Judy truly loved the woman. Tonight Judy had thought again of the outrageous scheme she had devised at the recent party by the lake. The way to broaden her mother’s mind was through sex. She had learned from a psychology book the importance sex plays in developing a well-balanced personality. And she knew from observing the girls in her class. Those who were leading open, honest sex lives were always happiest and more tolerant of other people and things. Those who were still virgins or who felt guilty about their sex experiences were unhappy and insecure about other things. Her mother, Judy felt, fitted into this latter category. She was unhappy, bitchy, conservative and strict because she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience. And Judy intended to do something about this. She knew exactly the right male to seduce her mother—Ralph. Young, handsome, experienced Ralph. Judy had taken careful note of the sex-hungry way Arlene had eyed Ralph whenever he visited Bill. Judy would bet a month’s allowance that her mother thought about Ralph when she masturbated. And her mother did masturbate. Several times at night when her father was away, Judy had heard Arlene alone in bed gasping in sexual heat. Yes, Ralph was just the person to fuck Arlene right out of her uptight mind and into sensual awareness.

“Bill, I’ve got to talk about something serious!” Judy said, half panting as she brought her legs tightly together in an effort to stop her brother from petting her for the time being.

“What is it, Sis?” His hand was trapped between the overheated flesh of her thighs. He stopped his movements and waited for her to answer.

“It’s about Mom,” she whispered.

“What about her?” Bill grumbled, somewhat irritated at this sudden and unexpected change of subject.

Judy shifted around, drawing her feet up off the floor and repositioning herself on the bed. She sat facing her brother, her knees drawn up to her breasts and her arms wrapped around her shins for support. Bill’s hand had been forced to leave the area of her thighs, and he now sat cross-legged, his hands limp and to his sides, looking at his sister in her see-through nightie.

“Don’t you see how unhappy Mom’s been lately?” Judy probed.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Why do you think that is?”

Bill didn’t like it when his sister took on a pretense of superiority and peppered him with probing questions, but he knew she was trying to get at something, so he answered. “Because of Dad’s being in jail and her being alone…”

“No!” Judy interrupted. “That’s only a small part of it. She isn’t getting enough sex, that’s her problem.”

A small frown gathered on Bill’s forehead as he considered this last statement. He never thought about his mother’s sex life. In fact, the concept of his mother in bed fucking made him uneasy. And yet, here was his pretty sister bringing the subject right into the open as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He thought about what Judy had said. His mother wasn’t getting enough sex. Yes, now that Judy had blurted out the words, it seemed perfectly obvious to him. But where was this conversation leading? What would his sister say next?

She said nothing at all for a while. Bill’s eyes timidly traveled up from her legs where he’d been staring. His glance crossed her jutting breasts and lifted more until he was looking her straight in the eyes. There was a certain electricity passing between them. They had always been able to talk guiltlessly about sexual matters. But this—this sexual matter about their own mother presented a new barrier. But the barrier was crumbling. As they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, a new understanding formed between them. Simultaneously, knowing smiles formed on their lips.

“What our mother needs is…” Judy said at last, letting her voice fade into silence.

They giggled then, happily, suddenly, and together they finished Judy’s sentence: “A GOOD FUCK!”

They began to laugh hysterically, trying to stifle their gleeful giggles, but barely succeeding. It was all so outrageous and wicked, but they had said the words together, and now it was right out there in the open. Their mother needed a good fuck. They had agreed on it. And now it was easy for Judy to tell Bill about the plan she had, how she and her brother would go somewhere tomorrow night, and how Ralph would come to the house to seduce their mother.

Even as she was spilling out the plan to her somewhat uneasy but attentive brother, his hand had again gone between her legs and she had opened her knees to let him play with her. His fingers did not tease around her inner thighs this time. Instead he placed a finger directly on her vagina. She gasped as she felt his touch against her wildly excited clitoris, and she spread her legs still wider. She reciprocated instantly, her hand going to the front of his pajamas and finding his cock pushing up at the thin material.

She squeezed tightly.

“Ah, Sis!” he cried.

“You want to make me come, baby brother?” she teased.

He hated to be called baby brother except at times like this. Under these circumstances, his sister’s words meant something different. She meant baby brother in a loving, deeply sexual way, and he thrilled to the hot tone of her voice.

“Take your pajamas off, baby brother!” she whispered, her eyes still fixed heatedly on his. Her lips were open, her tongue making sexual circuits of her mouth.

Bill withdrew his hand from Judy’s warm cunt. He undid the buttons along the front of his pajama shirt. Then he discarded the garment and rolled back onto his shoulders, his legs in the air while he worked his pants up across his knees, over his feet and off. As he stripped, Judy pulled her nightie over her head and flung it aside to join his pajamas on the floor.

Again they stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes magnetized by passion.

Judy’s gaze dropped. She saw his hugely erect penis and couldn’t restrain a hot gurgle from forming in her throat. She reached for the cock, felt it ooze sticky liquid into her palm as she stroked it. Her brother lay flat on his back, and she crawled up beside him while continuing to hold his penis. She kissed him. It was a wet, savage kiss that conveyed to him exactly how horny she really felt. Judy couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned on. It always got her excited when she touched her own brother’s erection, but tonight she was especially horny. The long discussion with Bill during which he had told her how he had fucked Barbara next door and she had related the way in which she acted at the cabin—that made her plenty hot. And his skillful petting coupled with the lewd talk about getting Ralph to fuck their mother—it was too much. She was one solid hunk of seething, tingling female flesh.

While she kissed her brother, she leaned into him. She straightened her legs to parallel his. Her pelvis pressed against his hip, her vagina slid against the top of his nearest thigh. The sensation was overpowering. Like a feverish whore she began to rock up and down against him. The pressure she exerted caused her cunt lips to open and suck onto his flesh as she squirmed.

She squeezed his cock harder and moved up and down against his leg with wilder determination. She wanted to fuck herself against her brother’s thigh, fuck fast and furious until she came. The bed made crazy noises of protest which blended with her gasps and his.

“I’m so hot! Oh, Billy, you’d never believe how hot I am!” she murmured into his open mouth.

He responded by looping his hips madly off the mattress, fucking up at her clutching hand.

Her cunt lips grew more puffy as she rubbed them against his thigh, and it seemed like the syrupy liquid would never stop flooding out of her vagina. She thought, God, I’ve never been so wet! What’s happening to me? She positioned herself more on top of him, mashing her breasts wildly into his chest. She threw one leg up over his thigh so that one knee was between his legs. She was now able to grind straight down upon his thigh, applying more pressure. Sparks of erotic sensation danced in her brain. She french kissed Bill so hotly that they both found trouble breathing.

Then she wiggled up a little higher and worked her way more to the center of his body so that his cock touched the hot edge of her cunt.

Had it happened accidentally? Judy wondered. Or had she done it on purpose? Was it possible that in her madly aroused condition she had deliberately guided her brother’s erection against her cunt? Had she subconsciously wanted her brother’s hot young penis pressed against her passion-soaked vulva?

Did she want to get fucked by her own brother?

She didn’t have any answers. She only knew she was going crazy with the feel of his penis touching between her legs. She told herself silently to move away, to reposition herself so she could again work her cunt up and down against his thigh. But she felt physically unable to comply with her own wishes. She held her body perfectly still, only her hand moving. As she squeezed along the thick trunk of his cock, she felt the crown bulging out against the swollen lips of her sensitized vulva.

Wrestling her tongue aside with his own, Bill managed to blurt, “Put it in, Sis!”

Her brother’s direct plea only served to augment her already incredible lust. A throbbing dizziness engulfed her brain. Still, she couldn’t put his penis inside her—she just couldn’t. But why not? She’d done everything else with Bill besides fuck him. Why not that, too? Why not…

Incest! No, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even though her body craved to be fucked, ached and lusted as it never had before, she couldn’t make the simple twist of her wrist that would have guided her brother’s rock-hard cock into her flooded and tingling vagina.

He lunged up at her, and her instant response was to push down on his cock until it was mashed flat against his belly with no chance of making the penetration. She felt more of his semen escape onto her fingers as she pressed hard.

“Please, Sis!” he whined.

She pulled her mouth back from his and stared into his desperate eyes.

“I can’t,” she gasped.

“Why? Fuck me, Sis, please, fuck me! Why not?”

That same question—why? Why did she feel so reluctant to initiate the act? Intellectually, she saw nothing wrong with it. Was she being prudish? If it wasn’t wrong, why was she denying herself something she wanted so badly?

“I can’t wait, Sis! I gotta fuck you! Please!”

Beneath her he arched his body, struggling to free his imprisoned cock from her hand. His fingers went behind her thighs, then around, then up until they slid around the gooey rear area of her vagina.

She hissed hotly down on him. She whimpered, and her hips began to squirm from side to side.

“Please, just this once!” Bill begged.

“I’ll jack you off instead,” she said, her words coming in broken wheezes of passion.

“No!”

“Yes, let me jack you off, baby brother, and you can come all over me and…”

“Please!” His voice was becoming higher in pitch. “Put it in! I just gotta fuck you, Judy!”

She continued to shift her weight. The thick bottom end of his erection rubbed back and forth against her cunt lips, making her gasp hotly. The pressure was teasing her clitoris, making the knob ache for release.

“We can suck each other!” she whispered as a last resort, her voice almost obliterated because of her harsh panting.

“Fuck!” he hissed. He had tried to utter a full sentence, but that was the only word that had come out. He said it once more, more forcefully.

“You’re my brother!” she said.

“So what?” His response was immediate.

So what! The words cut like a hot sword into Judy’s brain. Why was she being so irrational? She prided herself on her logic; her classmates looked to her for leadership. And here she was acting like her mother—putting restrictions on herself without any logical reason. And here was her own brother, whom she considered less mature than herself mentally, making a mockery of her inhibitions. So what, he had said. So what if he was her brother. She did want to fuck him. She was hot out of her skull. Her whole body was alive with desire, her breath coming in chaotic spurts, her vagina soaked with the evidence of her need.

She repositioned her body without really thinking about it. She slid up several inches and loosened the firm downward pressure of her hand against Bill’s penis. Once again, the head of his cock brushed the puffed-out folds of her vulva, as an ultra-hot surge of lust swept up her spine.

“Yeah! Do it, Sis! Shove it in!”

She was almost beyond control now. Yet, from her quivering lips came the words, “Just around the outside! I’ll let you rub it around the outside of my pussy!”

But Bill was too aroused to compromise. He twisted his hips in an effort to jam his penis into his sister’s overheated channel. His wrists were tight against the backs of her thighs, his fingers holding the lips of her pussy wide open.

Despite Judy’s whimpering protests, she held her legs wide open and secretly hoped that his cock would thrust into her cunt—maybe just an inch or so, and then she could expel it right away.

His erection battered against the opening of her vagina. The whole head of it sank in for a split second. The agonizing thrill was more than Judy had expected, and she cried out hotly. But then, because they were both squirming so frantically, the crown slipped back out and rested against her vulva just below her clitoris.

She looked down at her brother’s face and saw the raw, twisted lust written on him. His mouth gaped open once, but he said nothing.

Then he was pleading, “Judy! Please, oh, Sis, let me fuck you! I’ll do anything! Please!”

The feel of his cock raking back and forth across her clitoris as he swiveled his hips was too much for Judy to endure. She knew the fight was over, and she was glad. She splayed her legs still wider until her toes were digging into the sheets on each side of his ankles.

“All right!” she hissed. “I’m going to fuck you, little brother! I’m going to fuck you like crazy! Just tonight, just this once and never again!”

Then she threw her whole weight down on him, covering his mouth with a jamming soul kiss while her hand helped his erection slip into the unbelievably wet pit between her thighs.

“Oh, yes!” she groaned as the staff glided into her slit.

He was all the way in. They froze for ten seconds, growing accustomed to the feel of each other. Then Judy began to move. She lifted her ass and slammed her belly down against him. She screwed hard and briskly, panting both from arousal and exertion. She was powerless to oppose the storm of sexual bliss that consumed her. All her energy, her every twitch and quiver, was directed against her brother’s hard young cock. She wanted it. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to overflow and mingle with her own juices. She wanted to give Billy one hell of a ride; she wanted him to know just how good a fuck she really was.

Their tongues stirred about in each other’s mouth. They moaned with their lips sucking together. Judy’s tits tickled deliciously as she brushed them against Bill’s soft, sweating chest.

“Give it to me, Billy!” she wailed. “Fuck your come right up into me!”

He was jerking spastically beneath her. It thrilled her to know how hot she was making him. She clutched with her cunt, making him moan louder and squirm.

She spread her legs wider than she thought possible, the muscles screaming silently in her thighs. Her toenails scratched viciously across the sheets. Her arms flung up above their heads, her fingers curling into the pillow.

“Keep fucking, Sis!” His cry was followed by a long, inhuman groan that sent a thrill sailing up Judy’s spine.

His fingers still spread her cunt open wide while he jammed himself into her. His thumbs played with her anus, one wedging into the spongy opening and making her scream in tormented ecstasy.

“Ah, ahh, aahhh! Fuck me, baby brother! Fuck me, fuck me! I’m going to come already! You, too! Yes, come too, Billy! Come, come, come, come!” The sound of her own heated words mingling with Bill’s bellowing gasps excited Judy beyond belief. She had never known such sexual hunger. Her whole self seemed aflame; every inch of her quaking, perspiring body seemed to crave release.

Then her orgasm was upon her—a thunderous, straining climax that sent her bucking around like a demented whore on top of her horny brother.

She stretched out stiffly, her fingernails ripping through the pillowcase, her hair hanging down into Bill’s contorted face, perspiration running wildly from her forehead. Her cunt clasped and contracted, milking at the rapidly driving penis.

Bill cried piteously and arched his body rigidly at her. He came.

“Oh, Sis, now! I’m shooting it in you!” he grunted.

She bit lightly against his lips, feeling the blast of sperm crash with great force against the inner walls of her convulsing pussy. She whimpered, then screamed.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she sobbed. And she kept coming.

His sperm spilled out of her pussy in a hot river, gushing down over her thighs and his testicles, dampening the sheets. And she continued to climax right along with him, her mind oblivious to everything but sex as she made stiff, jitterish movements with her hips and blurted out her passion in throaty sobs. She clenched her buttocks around his probing thumbs and howled in pleasure as his fingers played around the edges of her throbbing cunt where the juices spilled out.

“It’s so good!” she finally managed to say when the heat of her climax had ebbed somewhat. The last waves of their orgasms faded, and they were left lying limply, gasping, their muscles lifeless.

They parted finally, but she didn’t leave his bedroom. They talked about the plan, scheming how Bill would approach Ralph with the request that the boy seduce their mother. It was so deliciously thrilling, lying naked in bed with her younger brother, talking about it.

Ten minutes after they had finished their first fuck, Judy spread her legs so that Bill could climb above her. She hadn’t really believed they would never do it again.

***

Arlene had thought she’d heard strange noises coming from Bill’s room, but she was too wound up in her own lust to investigate.

Her dirty little fantasy was recurring, causing her to drive her fingers powerfully into her aroused vagina as she rolled between the sheets. She couldn’t help herself. It was happening again and she couldn’t stop it.

“Ralph!” she whispered hoarsely, tossing about beneath her own expert caresses. “Fuck me, Ralph! Fuck me!”

CHAPTER FIVE

Arlene tried to pretend her husband was merely away on business, but her mind refused to be tricked. She felt empty and lonely.

Hal was in jail.

She couldn’t imagine how he was coping with the situation. Such a proud, upstanding man. Did he exchange friendly talk with the other prisoners? Or did he simply keep his eyes cast low and never speak at all? These thoughts pained Arlene so much that she forced her mind to wander to images less disquieting. She forced herself not to worry about her community standing, forced herself not to think about how she and Hal would feel toward each other when he was released from jail in three weeks. What she thought about was Judy. How warm and loving her daughter had acted today. And it wasn’t a special sort of day at all—no holiday, nobody’s birthday or anniversary. Judy was such a wonderful daughter. Perhaps Arlene worried too much about the girl’s manner of dressing and her obvious flirtations around boys. She should put more trust in Judy, Arlene decided. Her daughter was too bright and too self-respecting to let those boys have their way with her. The more she thought about it, the more certain Arlene became that Judy wouldn’t let any boys get into her pants.

Even though she was certain of this, the mere thought of some boy between her daughter’s legs sent strange shivers storming to Arlene’s brain.

Were they shivers of revulsion? Or were they shivers of excitement?

Arlene was in bed. It was eight at night, and both Bill and Judy were at a party. The fact that her children were partying on Monday night with school tomorrow struck Arlene as odd. But Judy had been especially sweet and thoughtful ever since she got home from school this afternoon. It would have been awkward for Arlene to have objected when her daughter had mentioned the party tonight at dinner.

Arlene’s hand had seemed to slip between her thighs of its own accord. Realizing she was beginning to masturbate, she yanked her hand away and flushed the image of Judy and an unknown lover from her brain. What’s the matter with me? she scolded mentally. Thinking about her own daughter like that. And… and enjoying it.

Aloud she grumbled, “And what the hell do you think you’re doing in bed, anyway, Arlene French?” No sooner had Bill and Judy gone out the door than she’d stripped, got into her housecoat and flopped onto the bed.

She made what she thought was a legitimate effort to get out of bed. But she managed only to turn onto her side. She felt her clitoris hammering one lustful throb after another. As her hand once more crept down toward her vagina, she ordered it to stop. She willed her hand to fall limply to her side—but it didn’t. It was as if two separate parts of her brain were waging war, the decent, rational part against the forces of lust. And lust was winning.

Her fingers danced up under the hem of her housecoat, going directly to the ultra-slick, distended lips of her cunt.

Quivering tremors of excitement shot through her. Her legs opened automatically as she rolled onto her back again. The tip of one wiggling finger stabbed the cunt’s threshold, the hot flesh lubricating the invading digit. Arlene groaned hotly. She rocked on her hips. Her other hand went quickly to join the first. Several fingers now teased around the edges of her orifice. She fucked up at her fingers, babbling throatily, squirming.

She knew she had no control. She was going to make herself come again, just like that night. Just like the night before last. Just like always. She was going to fingerfuck herself again because she couldn’t help it.

Expelling a harsh, lustful sigh, she spoke aloud. “Damn you, Arlene! All right, all right! You want to make yourself come, so let’s get it over with! For God sakes, don’t spend all night playing with yourself!”

She kept one hand busy against her crotch as she rolled on one side and reached for the nightstand drawer. She quickly fumbled to the rear of the drawer, finding the scarf which held her cherished tools of masturbation. She unwrapped the candle, set it aside and grabbed the battery-powered vibrator.

She wasted no time. Flicking the switch at the base of the five-inch long, one-and-a-half inch wide, phallic-shaped vibrator, she slipped it beneath her housecoat. She didn’t linger around the edges of her cunt. She jammed it right in—all the way. It buzzed, a low-pitched buzzing that accompanied the lightning-quick tremors. God, what a thrilling sensation. No hands could ever duplicate the fantastic effect. And it would go on and on as long as she could endure the exquisite pleasure.

Sometimes she could come within a minute of inserting the smooth plastic shaft into her vagina. She felt now that she was going to be able to climax almost instantly.

While one hand clutched the base of the vibrator, holding the object firmly, her other hand played around one side of her clitoris, making the mini-erection throb wildly though she never touched it.

The intense vibrations seemed to draw the juices from the inner walls of her vagina in a never-ceasing flood. The glue-like substance poured out of her cunt, sticking to her fingers and thighs, matting her pubic hairs. She danced around helplessly on the mattress, striving, striving, striving…

The doorbell rang.

“Damn it!” Arlene moaned, and for several seconds she made no move to get off the bed. She merely continued to fondle her lust-aching cunt, shoving the vibrator up her passage as deep as it would go.

Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as she stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were unbelievably intense, and she had to come. She had to.

Again the doorbell.

“Oh, damn!” she almost shouted. She rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, her brain dizzy and confused. Reluctantly, she switched off the vibrator and, pulling the slick object out of her vagina and placing it beneath her pillow, she stood up.

Her legs were shaky. She adjusted her housecoat and staggered out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the living room.

She cracked the front door open slightly, and said, “Who is it?” Her voice was hollow and annoyed.

“Ralph,” came the reply.

She opened the door fully. She tried to smile. She really liked Ralph. He was so well-mannered, so polite. She wished that all of Bill’s friends were like Ralph, that way she wouldn’t have to worry about her son. Sometimes she had hinted to Judy that Ralph would make a good boy friend. Then there was the disquieting thing about Ralph. Ralph, Ralph, Ralph. His name seemed to sing through Arlene’s mind all day long. But it wasn’t his fault. He was just a bright, personable boy, and he had never done anything to encourage Arlene’s perversion. Perversion? Yes, what else was it? A grown woman constantly masturbating and often thinking about the handsome sixteen-year-old Ralph as she fingered herself.

She could hardly look him in the eye as he stood in the doorway. She felt guilty. She had used the mental image of this boy while she made herself come. That was ugly, dirty, unnatural. How could she ever look Ralph in the eyes with this terrible deep secret burdening her?

“Hello, Mrs. French. I came by to borrow Bill’s science textbook. I lost mine, and he said I could borrow his.”

“Bill’s out at a party right now,” she told the boy. Then she added, gazing down at her bare feet, “But I’m sure it would be all right if you just went into his room and got it.”

She stepped aside and let the smiling Ralph enter. He closed the door behind him, and Arlene felt a hot shiver in her groin. God, I’m alone in the house with Ralph!

For some reason, unclear even to herself, she followed Ralph to her son’s bedroom. She trusted Ralph, and it would have been perfectly natural for her to let him go into the room unescorted. But still she stood in the doorway while the boy rummaged through Bill’s drawers and closet.

Arlene realized with amazement that she was getting more aroused. Watching Ralph was turning her on, and she tried to fight it. But the mere nearness of the boy sent undeniable waves of lust through her. Several times Ralph turned to look at Arlene.

Could he tell she was aroused? she wondered. Did he know she was completely naked beneath her housecoat? Could he sense that her nipples were firm and aching? That her thighs were smeared with her own seeping passion juice? That she was deliberately contracting her vagina again and again while she watched him?

Despite her revulsion, her mind conjured up the lewd, lewd image of her and Ralph tangling naked on her son’s bed. She pictured herself fucking the surprised Ralph, bucking around like some cheap gutter whore.

“No!” she gasped aloud.

“What?” Ralph asked, turning to face her.

“Nothing, oh, nothing!” she said. “I was just talking to myself.” She tried to breathe normally, but she knew that Ralph had detected the shrill excitement in her voice.

She couldn’t stand there any longer.

Fighting to control herself, she said, “You’ll have to excuse me, Ralph. I was taking a nap when you rang the doorbell, and I’m still pretty tired. You just look until you find the book, and lock the door behind you when you leave the house.”

“Okay, thanks, Mrs. French.” His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her whole body.

My God! she thought. He’s such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty thoughts about him? What’s wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?

Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to her bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly, leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.

A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size mattress, her housecoat open down the front, her hands slipping down across her belly. There was no reasoning left in her. She had to finish herself now. Right now, and it didn’t matter that Ralph was still in the house.

She rubbed hotly around the edges of her cunt, her fingers dancing and fluttering as both hands worked in tandem to excite every nerve cell.

She tried to quiet her breathing, but the task was impossible. Her hot breath was coming in swift, forceful gasps, tiny moans of passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. The index finger of her right hand went into her vagina, first as deep as the middle knuckle, then all the way. She made a sweeping, stirring motion with the finger, round and round until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Then she began to stroke briskly in and out while her thumb applied off-and-on pressure just below her engorged clitoris.

“Mmmm!” she purred. “Oh, mmmm, oh, oh!”

Her left hand was fanned out on her groin, two fingers spreading the top of her cunt lips wide. Then she removed that hand from her lower belly and fumbled under the pillow above her head. She extracted the vibrator, flicked it on, and brought it without hesitation to the lips of her hot, creamy cunt. She touched the rounded end to her clitoris, leaping up off the bed because of the excruciating pleasure.

She whimpered aloud. She hoped that Ralph wouldn’t hear the humming of the vibrator or her hot, ceaseless moaning. She passed the vibrator from her left hand to her right. With the latter, she worked the instrument into her madly pulsating cunt. She spread her legs wide and arched off the bed again and again, laboring toward the climax which seemed so vital to her.

She lunged, hissing great sobs, perspiration beginning to shine on her body, wetting the housecoat which was open and hanging to her sides. One hand busied itself by brushing across her hot nipples, kneading the rubbery hills of her breasts, violently pushing at the sexually tingling flesh.

The vibrator droned on. And then, as she squirmed and jerked her hips in ecstatic abandon, she heard the front door open and slam, and she knew Ralph had left.

***

Ralph was no fool. The minute Mrs. French had answered the doorbell, he had a pretty good idea what she’d just been up to. She was disheveled, and panting like crazy. Her eyes were hazed over. She was flushed and perspiring. And the real clincher was her hands. Her fingers were glistening and coated over with a clear, sticky substance.

Yes, Ralph guessed right away that Arlene French had been masturbating when he’d rung the bell. He decided it was going to make his seduction of the inhibited housewife a whole lot easier.

He had hardly believed it today when Bill had approached him with the plan. Bill, his best friend, wanted his services. Bill wanted his own mother seduced. Of course, Ralph knew right away that it wasn’t Bill’s idea. Such a wild, incredible scheme could only have been conceived by Bill’s sister Judy. That beautiful young nymph. When Bill had shyly approached him with the idea, Ralph had pretended to be reluctant. But it required some pretty tough acting, because he was more than eager to fuck the beautiful, blonde, prudish mother of his best friend. He liked fucking older women, especially uptight, horny older women who craved his young cock but were ashamed to admit it. Twice he had made it with mothers of girls he had dated. Once he screwed his father’s secretary. But those times were different. The fucking had been secretive. What he would try to do tonight was fuck Arlene French with her children’s blessing. Of course, his intended copulation with Mrs. French wouldn’t have Hal French’s blessing. But he was in jail, and couldn’t do a thing.

Ralph hadn’t acted any differently than usual when Mrs. French had opened the door. He had noted the tell-tale signs of masturbation without giving himself away. He was polite, too polite—the way he always was around adults. He was a young prince, an angel. Maybe it was his well-bred aura that turned older women on. Or maybe it was just his body—his manly, muscular, overdeveloped physical form.

Anyway, he had long ago discovered that the adults in his middle-class community responded to him a lot better when he was overbearingly polite. So that’s the way he always acted in their presence.

While he scouted Bill’s room for the textbook (which he had no interest in finding and which Bill had securely hidden), he couldn’t help noticing the way Arlene’s breasts pushed against her housecoat. Every time he cast a glance in her direction, she was looking directly at him. But each time, she quickly, timidly shifted her glance just as soon as their eyes met. She must have been even hotter than he’d guessed she was, because she suddenly had excused herself, saying she had been interrupted in her nap and was returning to bed. No sooner had she got into her bedroom than Ralph had tiptoed down the hall to her door and listened. Soon there came harsh gasps, murmurs, groans. Then the bed creaked. Ralph supposed the humming sound was some kind of vibrator.

“Mmmm!” came a strangled sob from the bedroom.

Then Ralph walked briskly to the front door. He opened it noisily, then slammed it hard. The sound of the door crashing closed echoed thunderously. He was sure that even though Arlene was concentrating on satisfying her lust, she had heard the door open and slam. Now she would be thinking she was alone in the house.

Ralph tiptoed back to the closed door to Arlene’s bedroom. He crouched and listened.

Through the door filtered the woman’s hot sounds. “Mmmm! Mmmmfff! Oh, God! God, oh, oh, oh!”

The bed was creaking so loudly Ralph was mesmerized. It was almost musical, the creaking bedsprings mingling with her hot gasps and the faint buzz of what Ralph judged to be a vibrator.

His cock was surging up and out, pressing against his pants, nearly erect now. He wanted to see the woman. He wanted to get a glimpse of her face and body as she struggled toward orgasm. Should he crack the door open? Did he dare? Would she notice? Probably not. She was too excited. Besides, if she did notice, it wouldn’t matter. Ralph was going to make his presence known to her soon anyway.

Slowly he reached for the door knob and turned it. Then he pushed in. A narrow crack formed through which he could see into the bedroom. But he couldn’t see the bed. The door opened at the wrong angle. Then he noticed the mirror, and it was positioned perfectly. The reflected image of the masturbating Mrs. French was clear, the bedside lamp supplying just the right amount of light to cast an erotic gleam over her body.

She was certainly a sight. Her housecoat was wide open, flared beneath her like a cape, only her arms covered by the material. Her legs were drawn back against her breasts, her thighs spread apart so she had easy access to her vagina. One of her hands kneaded her breasts wildly while the other held the vibrator deep within her cunt. Her pussy juices were smeared all over her inner thighs, and the sheet beneath her was stained with her passion flow. Her movements were frantic. She rocked back and forth, doing the first third of a backward somersault again and again.

Deep gurgling groans came from within her. Then she was spitting out words, words that startled the boy who crouched in the doorway and peeked at her reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, baby!” she blurted. “F-fff-fuck! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it’s so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, Ralph, I need it! I’m going to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!”

Ralph’s fully erect penis now thrust painfully within the confines of his trousers. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Mrs. French was thinking of him while she diddled. She was pretending she was fucking him. Shit, this is going to be easy! he thought.

He watched as her leg muscles made tiny spastic ripples. She groaned deeper, and he knew she was ready to get her relief. This was the perfect time for action.

He stood, shoved the door wide open and strode into the bedroom. His gait was that of a young, self-assured conqueror.

***

Now that she had heard the front door slam and was convinced that Ralph was out of the house, Arlene began to fuck herself with wilder abandon. She no longer tried to muffle her outcries or to control her movements. The visit of her imagined young lover had really set the fires blazing within her body. She was building toward a climax more shattering than any she had ever experienced.

She was irrational, and she made no effort now to control herself. She didn’t try to expunge the image of Ralph from her delirious mind. She welcomed it. She pretended that he hadn’t left the house, that instead he had come into her bedroom and was fucking her silly.

The vibrator was tremoring relentlessly inside her incredibly drenched cunt. She became wilder and wilder, one hand playing havoc with her tingling breasts while the other anchored the massager. She brought her legs up, doubled, and pressed her knees almost against her tits. She nearly somersaulted backward. Then she began an insane, rhythmic rocking.

Words and garbled moans escaped her lips. Finally she was almost coming, and she ranted, “Oh, baby! F-fffk! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it’s so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me Ralph, I need it! I’m going to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!”

Her legs quivered. Her stomach trembled. She was sliding toward her climax, her brain numb. And then…

God, she thought, there’s someone in the room!

Even as this ominous truth blanketed her brain, Arlene continued to writhe. Instead of immediately halting all movement, her fingering of her breasts and vagina began to taper off slowly until finally she was able to remain relatively still—the vibrator still humming deep in her vagina—and turn toward the unknown intruder.

It was Ralph. The boy she had just pretended was fucking her now stood two feet from her bed, a smoky lust in his eyes.

She should have felt rage, but she felt nothing of the sort. The blood swirled like a tornado inside her head. She wanted to faint.

She’d been caught. Caught. Caught.

A grown woman. Playing with herself. And this teen-age boy gaping down at her, staring at the vibrator that still buzzed within her vagina. God! she thought. Don’t let this be real! But it was real, terribly, unchangeably real—and she felt like dying.

She had been on the verge of coming, and now her lust seemed to be frozen right on the edge of orgasm. She was neither cooling off nor getting hotter. Her clitoris went right on throbbing. But her brain would have no part of her sexual excitement. All she could think about was the ugly trauma that confronted her.

Her legs lowered and came to rest on the mattress. The vibrator slipped halfway out of her cunt, still buzzing.

She drew her thighs together, and somehow had the presence of mind to reach down and flick off the vibrator. She tore the instrument from her vagina and threw it asides if this ridiculous gesture could help make things right again. She began buttoning her housecoat, hardly realizing what she was doing, putting the top button in the wrong hole.

He stood over her, a partial smile on his lips.

Arlene’s thoughts had no consistency, they merely floated around in her brain. She felt only shock and guilt and distress. A horrible, creeping shame swept over her. It was worse than a nightmare.

She finally managed to fit the last button into a buttonhole. Her housecoat was uneven, but at least it was on—at least Ralph couldn’t stare at her depraved nudity any more.

She looked away from the boy, her eyes open and fixed on the ceiling. If she remained perfectly still, if she said nothing, perhaps he would slip out of the room and go away. Perhaps he would leave her alone to suffer.

This hope was quickly shattered.

“Were you having a good time, Mrs. French?” His voice was cocky, assured, so unlike the normally polite tones he used.

Tears of shame and humiliation formed in her eyes. She threw the top sheet over her to give her still another shield against his stare.

When she failed to answer, he said, “Must be real lonely with your husband in jail, huh, Mrs. French?”

“Ralph, don’t! Please, don’t!” His words were cruel, terribly cruel. Surely this wasn’t the same mannerly boy she thought so highly of.

“Want me to get in bed with you?” he asked coyly.

“No!” she sobbed. “No! No! No! Please get out!”

“If I get out, you’ll just finish what you started. Would you rather make love to that vibrator or to me?”

His words stung her. “I… I could never make love to you,” she whispered. “You must leave!”

He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.

“No!” she screamed, suddenly aware of what his intentions were.

He wanted to fuck her.

Before she realized what was happening he had wormed his hand beneath the sheet and between two buttons of her housecoat. Without hesitation, he shoved a finger up into her cunt.

“Oh, oh, no!” she cried. Her hand gripped his wrist firmly, trying to pull him away. Her thighs remained locked together, and this only served to imprison the finger she was struggling to expel.

She sobbed in frustration. He was so strong. And now he was wiggling his finger around in her vagina. And it felt good. Oh, damn, don’t let it feel good! she thought.

“Get away! Get out, damn you!” she screeched.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he breathed, leaning over her and pressing his lips to hers.

She kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to have anything to do with the kiss. Waves of shock continued to engulf her, but she couldn’t deny that his probing finger was reawakening the explosive lust she had felt when he entered the room. She had to stop him. He was going to make her come. She had to make him leave.

His mouth still pressed to hers. Involuntarily she uttered a hot gasp, and her lips parted slightly. He took the opportunity to lick his tongue across her straight white teeth.

Then his thumb was up against her clitoris, and she couldn’t prevent herself from lunging with her hips. Her thighs opened slightly.

“Please don’t!” she begged. “Please, please, please, please, please don’t!”

When she was finished with her plea, her mouth remained open. She couldn’t help herself. He wedged his tongue into her mouth, and her tongue tasted his.

“No!” she mumbled. “Nnnooooo!”

Her legs shot wide apart, acting without any instructions from her brain. She realized he was unbuttoning her housecoat, and she didn’t stop him. Then his hand left her cunt and he quickly stripped his clothes away, heaving the garments carelessly onto the floor.

She was horrified. This was going too far.

“Oh, no! No you mustn’t!” But she watched him disrobe, and when his huge young cock was unveiled, she gasped. It was bigger than her husband’s. Much bigger. It was even bigger than she had imagined in her hot fantasies.

Then he was naked and he pulled the sheet off her body. Her housecoat was open now, showing her flawless breasts, her vagina wet and slippery, the cunt hairs gathered into unnatural sticky curls.

Her mind froze. Suddenly he was over her, his cock held in one hand, aimed at her vagina.

A dizziness clutched her mind. She couldn’t let him. She’d never let anyone except her husband. It was wrong, dirty, perverted, and her clitoris was throbbing like crazy.

What’s wrong with me? Those same haunting words jolted her mind again and again. She couldn’t let herself be fucked by a teen-age boy.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. French!” His calm words sent the ultimate shock through Arlene’s already tormented head.

Then his hand was no longer guiding his cock, but was teasing her cunt and clitoris. She squirmed despite herself. She groaned.

He kissed her more feverishly than ever, and she returned his kiss with a savage tongue.

But then the true horror of what she was doing dawned on her, and she broke the kiss, crying, “Oh, we must stop! Oh, don’t do it! Please, don’t!”

But his hand was working her into a frenzy of lust she couldn’t control. She spread her legs wider. She bucked beneath him.

Ralph smiled to himself. He had her now. Only her mind was fighting, her body was his to fuck.

She said, “Go away, Ralph!”

He almost laughed out loud at her silly plea. She no more wanted him to leave than she wanted to die. She wanted to live and fuck. He’d never seen a body more desperate for it. Just to prove his point, he rolled away from her. He even got up off the edge of the bed and began slipping into his underwear.

“Wh-what…” She left her thought unsaid.

“You told me to go away, Mrs. French!”

My God, has it come to this? Arlene thought. Does he want me to beg for it?

Suddenly she knew she must speak to save her sanity. She couldn’t let him leave, not now.

In a whispering voice, choked with passion, she said, “Come back!”

“What for?” he asked coolly.

She knew what he was hinting at. He wanted to hear her say that awful debasing word. He wanted to hear her beg crudely like some street whore.

“Say what you want!” he demanded.

She couldn’t possibly. She sobbed in agony as his cock was buried within the fabric of his shorts. He began to step into his trousers.

“I can’t…” Arlene whined. “I can’t say it!”

“Yes you can,” he retorted. “You can and you did! I heard you. And you used my name, too! So why can’t you say it now, Mrs. French?” He spat the words at her as if he were enjoying her torment.

He continued to dress.

Arlene’s legs arched, her thighs quivered. Her whole body pulsated in excruciating arousal. Her hands danced down to her belly, but she didn’t touch her vagina. She didn’t dare.

And then nothing seemed to matter except her hot, rampant desire and she groaned, “All right! God, I can’t help it! I want it! I want you to. Come back! Come back and fuck me! Hurry, Ralph! Hurry and fuck me!”

CHAPTER SIX

Her crude, urgent cry was exactly what Ralph had wanted to hear. He stepped out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his undershorts down over his hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Arlene had begged him to fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working vigorously between her hotly open thighs.

She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually spoken the words. But she had, and they couldn’t be unsaid now.

It wasn’t a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of the situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb—numb mentally—uninterested in all the social taboos that declared her behavior wrong and indecent. She only knew what she needed. Sex.

It was happening. Her dark, dirty fantasy was about to come true, and she wasn’t even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the mattress and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her housecoat. She heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet on top of the vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.

She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.

His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she murmured.

She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis pressing into her thigh. His hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of her vagina with his young able fingers.

“Mmmfff!” she groaned into his mouth. “Oh, Ralph! I need it, do whatever you want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come.”

Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn’t stifle them. It was as if a dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled through the broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had no power over her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more and more liquid to flow out of her vagina onto Ralph’s skillful fingers.

“Fuck, fuck!” she moaned hysterically.

“Roll over,” he demanded, and she was surprised to hear how controlled his voice sounded despite his obvious arousal.

He’s experienced! she realized. He’s been fucking a lot of women! His authoritative tone made her all the more eager to obey. She turned all the way over, her hot, hard nipples now pressing into the sheets below. At first she held her thighs locked together. Ralph’s hand had been forced from her pussy when she’d turned, and now there was no physical contact between them—only his hot breath crashing against the back of her neck as he hovered above her. Then she felt compelled to spread her legs, and she did so. She felt wicked and excited, the knowledge that his lecherous young eyes were feasting on her buttocks making her wild with desire.

“Oh, God!” she groaned. “Oh, God, oh!”

“Kneel up,” he ordered.

Again she obeyed instantly, thrusting her ass up and folding her knees beneath her. Her shoulders remained on the mattress.

He positioned himself behind her, his knees inside hers. He gripped her waist, pulling her hips higher. His stiff, throbbing cock rubbed between her thighs. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She squirmed and moaned hotly. He made several jabbing lunges with his pelvis, stabbing at her cunt but not entering.

“Don’t tease!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, but don’t tease!”

She felt him move back away from her, and she loosed a hollow groan of disappointment.

Then she felt something hot against her vaginal lips—his breath. He had his mouth near her exposed cunt and he was breathing harshly.

“No!” she whimpered. She hardly ever let her husband kiss her there. It was wrong, sordid, unnatural.

But Ralph’s lips were almost touching her vagina. He was gazing hotly at the elongated, glistening slit—and his mouth was getting nearer, nearer.

“Oh, no, don’t!” she hissed. But his breath felt so good.

And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh.

“No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!”

He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully.

“Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French,” the young boy praised, continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.

His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more depraved? she wondered. She was on her husband’s bed letting a mere boy slurp and suck at her vagina while making lewd comments—and she wasn’t even fighting him. Worse than that, she was beginning to saw back and forth, pressing her cunt right up against his open mouth. It all seemed so evil to Arlene.

“You want me to stop sucking your cunt, Mrs. French?” he teased, confident of what the now crazy woman’s answer would be.

The words poured out of her; she couldn’t stop them. “No, don’t stop! I want you to suck my cunt! I-I love it!”

Now she was rocking madly back and forth. Her head was turned sideways against the mattress, her blonde hair falling across her face and nearly obliterating her contorted features.

He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing the entire length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited by the feeling of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and shifted in response to his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill’s mother to be this hot in bed! he mused.

His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra and up to tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his head going right with her as she lunged back and forth. His cheeks brushed against her sticky thighs, his nose buried itself between her clasping buttocks.

What fun it was tormenting this uptight bitch, Ralph thought. But his cock was aching for release and he could hardly contain himself any longer.

“Want me to make you come?” he mumbled, his voice now uneven with lust, less masterful than before.

“Yes!” she wailed, and just at that very instant she felt her muscles ripping apart. She threw her arms fitfully out to her sides, she tightened her leg muscles, she sucked her stomach in painfully then thrust it far out, she groaned laboriously, and she came. And came, and came.

While the incomprehensibly delicious spasms continued to rock her body, Ralph came up flush behind her and slipped his cock into her contracting vagina.

Arlene was so delirious that it took her several seconds to realize he had made the penetration. When it dawned on her that he had slipped the whole massive bulk of his penis into her and that she had felt no pain, she became still wilder. Her dream lover was fucking her. All those afternoons and nights of masturbating and thinking of Ralph. And now it was true. She ground her hips back at him while her climax consumed her. The lubricants oozed from the spasming walls of her cunt, surrounding his erection in a juicy ocean of female come.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she ranted. “Ralph! Fuck!”

He had known he was hot when he’d inserted his cock. But he hadn’t realized how close to coming he was. Mrs. French was jerking around tumultuously, her cunt clutching desperately at his erection, making his balls tighten and sending him to the very verge of ejaculation.

He tried to warn her. “Not so hard! You’ll make me shoot!”

Her only response was to stare back between her legs through the hair that had fallen across her eyes. She saw his cock slicing in and out of her, the staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd, wonderful sight. She cried, “Yes! Come inside me! I want all of it! Fuck!”

She kept coming.

She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His cock had been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his stroke as he readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw his skin work back tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft trembled and she could almost see the path his sperm took as it shot from his balls up the length of his erection.

He jammed it in all the way, burying himself into her humid passage, his balls slamming against her clitoris as the first searing jet of sperm splashed from his cock.

Her climax had begun to ebb, but the first spurt of semen crashing against her cervix gave renewed life to her orgasm.

She screamed out again and again, her wails broken by gasps and sobs. Her eyes remained opened. She continued to stare between her legs as Ralph fucked his load into her. He pressed his belly harshly into her tensed buttocks and rocked furiously with her, the bed groaning beneath them.

A second shot of sperm collided with her womb, a third, a fourth. One jet after another sent her to the farthest limits of lust. She watched the sperm seep slowly out of her vagina, at first milky white, then clearer and more glittery as it trickled down her thighs, mingling with the juice and perspiration already coating her flesh.

“You’re a great fuck, Mrs. French!” he praised with an exhausted sigh after the last of his semen had been emptied into her.

She collapsed to her stomach, stretching out flat on the sweat-soaked sheets, his cock shrinking but still inside her. It was over.

Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her brain. Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.

She lay perfectly still, not wanting to speak or be spoken to—not even wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt suddenly empty. She hoped he would go away and never come back. She wished she could sleep and wake to find it had all been a dream—like all those others.

But then, she wasn’t sure how many minutes later, his hands were touching her again. He was tugging at her shoulder, trying to coax her onto her back.

She fought him, twisting her shoulder back down against the sheet. She didn’t want to face him. She couldn’t possibly face him, not now with his sperm still swirling hotly around in her just-fucked cunt. She could never face him again.

In a whisper savage with conviction, she said, “Get out of my bedroom!”

“You sure change your mind in a hurry,” Ralph observed. “Five minutes ago you were begging for it! Now you got what you needed, so you think you can act snooty again!”

His words stung her.

“Please leave,” she gasped.

But he ignored her and said, “You’ll never be the same again, Mrs. French. You’ve done it now, and you can’t take it back, so you might as well have some more fun. I know you want some more!”

She couldn’t believe these were the words of a sixteen-year-old boy. She felt oddly as if he were the mature one and she were just a naive young girl. But she must fight against him—she must!

Unexpectedly he rolled away from her, and she felt the mattress bounce as he got off the bed. Could he be leaving? Had her ordeal ended? Then she heard the drone of the vibrator. He had picked it off the carpet and switched it on. He had the tool of her masturbation in his hand. Her brain swam through a sea of humiliation.

Then the mattress sank beneath his weight as he knelt onto it. A second later she felt the head of the phallic-shaped massager wedging between her buttocks.

“No! Don’t, Ralph, stop!”

“Why stop? You did it to yourself, so what’s wrong with me doing it to you? This vibrator’s still gooey from your cunt,” he said.

His terrible lewd words tortured her mind, but she couldn’t deny that she felt a surge of excitement as the vibrator pressed against her anus. Then Ralph worked lower, working the buzzing staff between her tightly locked thighs, slipping it against her spermy vagina.

Another spasm of pleasure shot through her. It was happening all over again and she couldn’t control it. It was true what Ralph had said—she had done it once and now it didn’t really matter if she did it again. She had fucked another male. She had cheated on her husband. Her legs spread slowly as Ralph rubbed the vibrator against her soiled vagina.

She whimpered, then bit her lip to silence herself as the object was forced into the lips of her pussy. He jammed it all the way up, and it slipped in easily.

“Please… don’t,” she begged, but her plea was a dying whisper lost beneath the harsh sound of her own breathing.

Protest was futile. She wanted to be ravished by her boy-lover. She needed it, more of it, more sex, more fucking.

He was tugging at her shoulder once again, and this time she allowed him to roll her over. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He held the vibrator tightly, pushing it all the way into her vagina. She threw her legs farther apart, moaning, twitching.

Suddenly he was straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts. She didn’t understand what he was contemplating until she felt the hot crown of his erection brushing against her mouth. She groaned in revulsion.

She couldn’t… she would never…

But even as she cringed in disgust, her lips opened and sucked the stiff, pungent rod into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip hungrily. She closed her lips tightly around the shaft, lifting her head off the mattress to align her mouth with the erection.

“That’s good, Mrs. French! Suck! Oh, you give a good blow job!” he praised.

Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she choked, “Yes, I love to suck it!”

She held his hips in her hands, pulling him nearer and mashing her breasts up against his loins. He began to shift his weight, crushing her to the bed while he still reached behind him, keeping the vibrator stuffed up Arlene’s vagina.

Just when she hungered for him to shoot his jism into her avidly sucking mouth, he twisted off her body, pulling his cock from her mouth with a swift sideways motion. A drooling string of saliva now trailed from the corner of her empty mouth.

Suddenly he was rolling her onto her stomach. He scooted downward, placed his hands on her waist and lifted her hips. He was going to fuck her the same way he had the first time, she thought. But what about the vibrator still implanted in her cunt? Wasn’t he going to remove it?

Then she knew the answer. She felt his cock pressing against the tight hard entrance to her anus. He was going to try to fuck her there!

“Oh, no!” she screamed. “Anything, anything else!”

“Too damn dry,” was all he said.

He touched her ass with the tip of a finger, then let the digit trail down to her vagina, playing circularly in the swampy curls around the edges. He then traced his way back to her rectum, inserting his now lubricated finger. He repeated this process often, each time driving his finger farther up her anus, feeling the hot tight elastic ring become less and less resistant to his touch.

Then he was pressing his cock against her buttocks, wedging his oversize member into the orifice of her ass.

“Nnnoooo!” she shrieked as she felt the searing pain of her virgin rectum being abused.

The puckered opening was forced in, her own flesh being stretched and pushed up into her ass. And then the ring gave little by little. She was being split open, she felt.

“Oh, no! Please, no!” she whined. And she jerked furiously, trying to dislodge him.

But he was strong, so very strong, and he kept his cock pressed against her ass, pushing until her rectum had no option but to open and admit more of his huge cruel cudgel.

Her physical agony encompassed her while she buried her face in the mattress, biting desperately into the sheets while tears of shame streaked from her eyes.

“You love it, don’t you, Mrs. French!” she heard him groaning excitedly. “You love being fucked in the ass, don’t you? Tell me, tell me!”

“Nnooo!” she shouted. “No, stop! I can’t stand it! Please, I’ll do anything else!”

But her sobbed plea only caused him to surge more cruelly against her ass. The pain was like fire, hotter. She was being torn apart, and she was sure that further agony was impossible, that she had reached the known limits of torture.

But then, because her ass was growing accustomed to the continuing pain, she was reawakened to the feel of the vibrator which was working her pussy into a seething cavern of excited nerve endings. The conflict between her cruelly ravished ass and her hotly excited cunt was ludicrous. How could a woman possibly be aware of both these sensations at once? Arlene wondered dizzily.

And then the white hot pain in her rectum diminished rapidly. She was bewildered. He was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking madly, and the pain was fading. How could the change happen so suddenly? A minute ago she’d been dying from pain and now… and now… God, she was actually working her hips back against him.

“Ah! Mmmm! Mmmmfff!” she moaned.

Her anal passage was gripping at his cock, great muscular spasms making her feel sensations unknown to her until now.

She bucked up at him willingly, loving it now, longing for him to fuck her more harshly, wanting him to send his sperm sailing into her expanded rectum. The vibrator was driving her crazy. She was going to come—any second.

Her orgasm rocked her suddenly—her stomach tensed, her back strained, she ripped through the sheets with her fingernails. Spasmodically her buttocks clenched. Never before had she been so excited. Her anal tunnel contracted with such force around his hot penis that she feared she might crush it. He continued to fuck into her, continued to hold the vibrator within her cunt.

She reared up madly with her buttocks, bucking crazily as she rocked on her knees. The bed creaked harshly, the sound melting and blending with her crazed groans and Ralph’s excited male grunts.

“Oh, darling! It’s wonderful!” she wailed in her delirium. “Wonderful! Keep fucking! Fuck me forever, Ralph!”

Nothing mattered now except her enduring orgasm. Her toes curled so tightly that she sent a flashing pain up the soles of her feet—a delicious deliberately induced pain that enhanced the electric sensation of climax.

“Fuck, fuck!” Her words were more than mere groans now—they were shouts, unashamed screams of joy.

Her climax diminished, but Ralph was still fucking her ass savagely. He leaned up over her back, his belly impaled on her upthrust grinding hips. Her buttocks dug into his groin. He was nearly out of his head with lust, and his breath exploded in bursts as he kissed the back of her neck. His long hair tickled across her perspiring back as he twisted his head from side to side.

“You’re a great piece of ass!” he whispered.

Strangely, his words didn’t shock her. She was beyond shock. New waves of arousal were teasing through her loins. The vibrator kept on relentlessly. Ralph never faltered in his rhythmic pace.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me more! Make me come again!”

He shoved his cock up as far as it would go and held it there. She was doing all the fucking now, and it felt delicious. Her hips were churning and rotating so wildly that he wondered how long he could contain his orgasm.

“I love it! I love it! I love to fuck!” Arlene choked as her son’s best friend teased the sloppy wet edges of her engorged clitoris with able fingers.

Everything was blurry. She thought the room was spinning. White hot flashes of passion sliced into her brain as she felt another climax approaching. She could feel the vibrator and his penis pushing against each other through the thin partition between her ass and cunt. She cried out, a garbled insane wail. She screamed mindlessly and came.

“Oooohhhh! Aaaaggghhh! Oh!” she yelled as her clitoris throbbed harshly and began to drum out another orgasm. She raked her fingernails across the sheets, her hands trekking to her spasming cunt, pressing her fingers around the sides of her quaking clitoris. She felt Ralph’s fingers beside hers holding the vibrator. Their fingertips met and danced juicily against each other. She screamed louder.

Then Ralph groaned in deep passion. His words were high-pitched and excited when he said, “I can’t hold back! I’m coming, too!”

Her wildly contracting anus sucked the first jet of sperm from his quivering penis. She could feel the hot spurt collide with her inner rectum, oiling her channel and smearing around his tight-fitting cock.

“Give it to meeee!” she screamed as the subsequent shots of semen escaped his balls and leaped up his staff and out the tip of his erection. The milky substance filled her ass quickly, overflowed and trailed warmly along the short distance from her rectum to her vagina.

Ralph bit lightly at her neck, bruising her sensitive skin as his sperm kept billowing out of him. His groans spurred her lust, and she came harder than she ever had before. It was wicked and wild, and she couldn’t stop.

She thrust her legs out stiffly, collapsing flat onto the mattress. The ejaculating young Ralph fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing his cock into the farthest possible depths of her ravished rectum.

When her climax ended, Arlene felt drained.

She was in a stupor, a satiated trance, and she hardly realized that Ralph had pulled his penis out of her rectum. She vaguely heard him dressing, and she was aware that he was saying good-bye. Hardly above a whisper, she said, “Good night.” She said nothing else to the boy who had just fucked her silly—the boy who had slipped into her room and found her at her perverted little game of masturbation and taken her to peaks of sexual ecstasy higher than she thought possible.

He was gone.

She lay unmoving on the sperm-stained, ripped sheets, hardly believing that it had really happened.

And she didn’t know whether to die of shame or feel happy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When the alarm woke her the next morning, Arlene was dazed. Had last night been merely a dream? Then she became aware of the dried sperm matting her thighs. It was true. She had been fucked by young Ralph.

She shook her head rapidly, chasing away the lingering sleep. She wanted to shower, but she didn’t have time. First she had to fix breakfast for Bill and Judy. Her children—how could she face them now? How could she ever face her husband Hal again? She felt overcome by guilt. She had been unfaithful—she was no better than a whore. She struggled out of bed and slipped into her housecoat.

She was amazed to find that her feelings of revulsion were not nearly as strong as she felt they should be. Nevertheless, she resolved that she would never repeat last night’s experience. Hal would never know—and she would make it up to him somehow.

Later, after Bill and Judy had left for school and Arlene had finished a lengthy shower, the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be so early in the morning.

She was surprised to see her neighbor, Barbara, standing in the doorway. She hardly ever spoke to her next-door neighbor. Arlene resented the flashy, cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious way she carried on in the presence of men. Then she mentally chastised herself. How could she possibly be so critical of Barbara after what had happened last night?

Barbara stayed only long enough to drink a cup of coffee and invite Arlene over to a party that evening. The last thing in the world Arlene felt like was attending a party—especially one of the typically raucous kind the Carters gave—but she politely accepted, figuring that she could put in a quick appearance and slip quietly home.

***

She arrived at the party a little before nine. She wondered if she had dressed too sexily. Her dark green, one-piece dress had a hemline halfway up her thighs. The neckline dove all the way down to her navel, exposing the white cleavage between her lovely breasts. She wore black nylons held in place by a frilly garter belt, the snaps becoming exposed whenever she sat or bent low. She had applied more make-up than usual and dabbed herself with an excessive amount of perfume. She told herself she had dressed this way because she knew all the other women at the party would be similarly attired. She wondered if that was really the reason. Had last night’s carnal experience with Ralph incited something dark and relentless within her? She refused to give any credence to this idea. The terrible thing that had happened between her and Ralph was history. She would be haunted with guilt for the rest of her life. It was a despicable thing, and she wished she could erase it from her mind.

Yet when she felt Sam Carter’s arm slip around her waist an hour after she’d arrived at the party, she was stunned to feel an unwanted wetness gather in her panties. He was just being friendly and she was getting turned on. What was wrong with her?

She drank more Scotch than she should have. Despite feeling giddy, she was able to turn aside Sam’s increasingly forceful flirtations with flippant comments. Still, her arousal kept mounting until she was fighting herself more than him. She found his straightforward but light-hearted manner appealing, that and his undeniable manly good looks. He was no more than thirty years old, younger than Arlene. Tall, muscular, rugged features, always casting a virile but somewhat condescending smile.

All around her couples were casting knowing glances, not at their spouses, but at the man or woman they were paired off with at the moment. Arlene wondered how the husbands and wives could let their mates carry on so blatantly. She would never let Hal. Hal would never let her. Once she caught herself leaning hard against Sam, thrilling to the feel of his hip against her waist. It was a definitely sexual sensation, and she quickly pulled away.

Then came two shocks within five minutes of each other. The first was the sight of her friend Madge copulating in the bathroom with someone else’s husband. Arlene had been surprised to see them in the semi-dark room—the door hadn’t been locked. She stood frozen for several seconds, leaning against the door while watching the fully clothed, perspiring twosome batter each other on the bathroom floor. What kind of a party was this getting to be? Minutes after tearing her excited eyes off the lascivious sight, she encountered her second shock—this far more appalling to her than the first. She had gone alone into the backyard for fresh air, and there she had spied the incredible embrace of her own son and Barbara Carter. They were standing in the shadow of the garage, their mouths open and locked to each other, their tongues dueling. And Barbara was grinding her body against Billy like a common prostitute. It can’t be true! Arlene thought. This evil woman with my own son! She almost cried out in rage and disbelief, but somehow she managed to retreat into her neighbor’s house unnoticed.

For the next ten minutes she felt numb. She defended herself against Sam’s pawing advances again and again. She noted with dismay how other men at the party were fondling friends’ wives. It was ugly, depraved. Arlene felt sexually aroused, and she couldn’t understand why. The horrible image of her son in Barbara’s arms kept flashing through her brain.

“The filthy pig!” she whispered aloud.

“What?” quizzed Sam.

“Nothing, nothing at all!” she replied bitterly to the man who sat beside her on the couch, tapping his fingers on her thigh in time to the stereo. She felt like telling him where his wife was—or had been. What kind of man would let his wife wander off and seduce a teen-age boy? Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he enjoyed having his wife make love with boys. She knew nothing about the way any of these guests thought or acted. She felt so alone, so very, very out of place.

Later she managed to feign a headache and excused herself. Bewildered, dizzy with resentment, she walked across the front lawn to her own home. A dark part of her was comparing the rather harmless embrace between Bill and Barbara with her own bout with Ralph only twenty-four hours earlier. How was she any better than Barbara? She entered her house, unprepared for what awaited her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Arlene stood in the shadows beyond the wide beam of light that came from the open door of her son’s bedroom. Never had she felt so lost and alone.

Fucking side by side on the bed were Bill and Barbara, and Judy and Jack! Her own son! Her own daughter!

None of the four was naked. Obviously they didn’t intend to spend much time on the bed. They were fucking fast and hard-fucking for release only.

A choking sob of self-pity flared from deep within Arlene. Only a few months ago her life had been in perfect order—and now it had come to this. How quickly her house of security had crumbled. First her inability to refrain from increasingly hot hours of self-abuse, then the startling discovery that her moralistic husband was stealing from his company, then Ralph’s seduction of her own body, the sight minutes ago of her son embracing the neighbor slut, and now… it was just too awful to comprehend.

The bedspread and blankets were tossed back over the foot of the bed. Bill was stretched out beneath Barbara, his cock sticking up through his open fly as she squirmed crouchingly down on him. Bill’s impressive young erection glistened as the housewife, her miniskirt bunched up around her hips, fucked madly. Judy’s worn blue jeans—the ones she continued to salvage from the throw-away box whenever Arlene tried to discard them—were lowered to her hips. Jack’s jeans, too, were pushed down. His trousers bunched at his knees while his undershorts clung by their elastic waistband to his legs just below his jutting penis. Judy’s bare feet were raised, shaking lustfully in the air as her boy friend drove his cock into her faster and faster.

Arlene wanted to burst into her son’s bedroom and put a halt to the sexual madness. Three teen-agers and that tramp Barbara. How Arlene hated the woman. She had caused it to happen. Arlene’s children would not have discovered such perversion on their own accord.

The hot gasping passion stung Arlene’s ears. The four on the bed were bellowing out a storm of lust, and Arlene hated the sound more than she had ever hated anything. She hated Barbara Carter more than she had ever hated anyone. She watched as, beneath the grunting bulk of Jack, her daughter Judy moved her hips in a way only experience could have perfected. Experience? Her daughter?

Arlene fell heavily to her knees in the hallway. For some reason she could never understand, her hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soaked panties while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the activity on the bed.

***

Unaware that they were being watched, Barbara, Bill, Jack and Judy lurched and twisted in a frantic race for climax.

Barbara circled her head excitedly, sending her black hair twirling about as she jerked her hips and dug her knees into the mattress.

“Oh, Billy!” she wailed. “Fuck me! Oh, look! Look how your sister’s getting fucked!”

Bill gazed with hazed eyes at his sister, two feet away, who was lifting her buttocks far off the mattress and mashing her pelvis into Jack’s.

“I’m going to come!” Judy cried. “I feel so crazy—it’s going to start! Oh! Oohhh! Keep fucking!”

The bed sang in agonized rhythm as the two couples slammed their sex-maddened bodies into the mattress.

Judy threw her legs out wide and teased her short-clipped fingernails across Jack’s biceps. His arms were straight pillars supporting himself so his weight didn’t crush the writhing girl beneath.

“Oh, oh wow!” Judy cried. “Jack! It’s so good!” Had she known her mother was watching her at that very moment, she couldn’t have stopped.

Nothing could thwart her orgasm which was almost upon her. She raised up fiercely off the bed, grinding her gooey pubic mound against Jack’s. She whimpered mindlessly. His hot erection throbbed within her pussy, and she could feel each involuntary spasm of the rod as he drove it into her. His face was twisted in pleasant agony, and Judy knew from past experience that her boy friend was going to come any minute. She wanted his hot sperm to splash into her seeping crevice. Her thighs ached, her belly screamed for release. Her own wheezing breath mixed with his, and with her brother’s and Barbara’s. It was all so fantastically exciting.

Now oblivious to the teen-age couple next to her on the bed, Barbara concentrated on her own blazing lust. She gazed down at the sex-crazed face of Bill. This was an especially exciting fuck for him, too. His eyes opened and closed alternately. His mouth gaped hotly open. Sweat washed across his cheeks and forehead in an endless flow. His breath was blasting out of him in chaotic bellows, the scent heavy with sex because he had sucked her vagina only a few minutes earlier. Barbara noted with intense pleasure that she was driving her neighbor’s son crazy. Never had she seen him so hot—not in the fifty or so times they had fucked together. His hips were working up at her with such youthful determination that her clitoris was blazing under the hammering of his pelvis. Her knees remained folded beneath her, and she clamped her nylon-covered thighs vise-like against his sides as she ground around in hot furious circles. The sweat flowed from her pores, staining her minidress as she struggled for her inevitable climax.

“Billy, Billy!” she cried in breathless elation.

Judy heard the older woman’s cry, and the quavering sound triggered cannonballs of desire in her young straining body. She was experiencing the tentative muscular spasms that foretold her orgasm. It was the first time she had ever shared a bed with a woman as old as Barbara, and the lewd thrill of being fucked alongside a married woman made her own lust all the more savage.

Judy dug her bare heels into Jack’s buttocks, sliding her feet around in the slick perspiration that rained from beneath his shirttail.

She heaved her teen-age body up off the sheets one final time. She held herself suspended, her groin crushing against her boy friend’s, her thighs bulging as she strained to keep all but her head and shoulders thrust upward at his deep-thrust erection.

“Jack, now!” she screeched. “Now, now, now! Oohheehhhaaaa! Aaaahhhhh!”

Everything seemed to be pulling apart within her, muscles straining against muscles, tendons stretched tight, jerking tidal waves of tension ripping through her stomach.

“Give it to me!” she hissed, her teeth mashing together as her climax drove her to the farthest heights of insanity.

Jack jammed his cock into her harder, grunting and perspiring because of the exertion. He watched Judy’s eyes fog over with the intensity of her climax. Around her lovely, flawless face her hair was strewn in chaotic blonde sunbursts against the white sheets. His groin tightened. His balls constricted. His stomach felt inside out, his thighs quivered madly like the flanks of a stallion being bothered by a fly. Then he was frozen and rigid and growling out the beautiful agony of climax. He shot his load into her convulsing cunt, shot a series of hot jets into her already drenched pussy.

He battered her back down to the mattress and collapsed atop her, his tall body blanketing her smaller form as the sperm gushed from his taut testicles.

“Oh, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh!” Judy chanted as the shots of sperm splashed against her womb.

While a white, creamy geyser of mingled male and female juices gushed from Judy’s pussy to coat her inner thighs and stain the sheets, her brother was blasting his sperm into Barbara’s convulsing vagina.

Barbara sat down heavily on the boy beneath her. She fell forward across him, snapping her legs out from beneath her. She fitted her lovely twenty-six-year-old body flat atop the perspiring teen-ager. She kissed him fiercely as the spasms within her vagina milked every drop of semen from his ejaculating cock. She wore no bra, and the fabric along the top part of her one-piece minidress sent electric tingles through her as she ground her thinly shielded tits into his sweat-soaked shirt.

“Billy, I’m coming so hard for you!” she gasped. A particularly shattering spasm shook her entire body and made her black out for a second.

Bill said nothing, nothing intelligible. He garbled hotly, groaned, gasped. The sperm kept ripping from the sensitive tip of his rock-hard penis. His eyes were fastened to the couple next to him. His sister was grinding and straining just as hard as she had the night he had fucked her.

Their fourfold simultaneous orgasm took more than a minute to die. Barbara finally heaved a long sigh of fulfillment and collapsed. Judy’s whimpering ceased. Jack and Bill struggled to get their breathing back to normal. Muscles relaxed, movement stopped, the creaking bed fell silent. There was nothing left now except the smell of animal sex in the air, the sticky thighs and sheets, and the unspoken desire to engage in one more quick repetition of what had just occurred.

***

Arlene’s eyes were fixed on Judy while her daughter climaxed. It was too horrible, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her own hands busied themselves beneath her minidress, clawing harshly—sometimes teasing gently—at the slick gooey flesh around her clitoris. Her fingers pried around the edges of her frilly panties, tormenting her cunt lips as she knelt watching the depraved scene on her son’s bed.

She knew she should be physically ill; she knew she should be horrified beyond reason by the vulgar, debasing sight. And, indeed, a part of her was horrified, a part of her did feel sick. But there was another part of her character, and that second part had complete control over her at the moment.

When she saw the hot grinding climaxes of the four on the bed, she suddenly found that she was stretched out on the hall carpet going completely rigid, quaking. There were five of them coming.

***

Ten minutes later Arlene witnessed something far more hideous than the mere copulation between her son and Barbara, her daughter and Jack. She crouched in the shadows, spying. She wanted to vomit, but she watched. And once again her disgusting fingers wandered up under her skirt and began to play. Jack was getting ready to insert his penis into Barbara’s spermy cunt. And… and… God, no! Bill was about to penetrate his sister’s vagina with his fully erect penis. Brother and sister! Her son, her daughter! A groan, deep and quivering, escaped from within Arlene. She watched. She didn’t want to, but she watched, and her hands were making her pussy hot all over again.

***

“Do it to her!” Barbara said in a lewd and excited voice. She was watching Bill position himself above Judy. The girl was lying on her stomach, her buttocks tight in anticipation, her thighs wide open. Bill’s pink-purple erection was held in his hand, aimed at Judy’s tiny anus. Then he lowered the angle, guiding the fanned-out crown of his cock against the foamy lips of her stretched cunt. “Yes, fuck her!” Barbara continued to rant, feeling Jack’s massive cock sliding up and down against her inner thighs. “Fuck your sister, Billy! I want to see it!”

Barbara had been lying on her stomach in a position similar to Judy’s. Now she jacked herself up onto her hands and knees and reached behind her thighs to guide Jack’s cock. His staff slipped quickly into her hot wet passage, slicing all the way up until his pelvis ground against her buttocks. They were both filmy with perspiration, and their bodies made a wet sound as their flesh rubbed. Her head turned to the side, her eyes fixed hotly on the adjoining couple, Barbara began to saw back and forth on her knees. She gasped madly as she felt Jack’s strong hands gripping her shoulders for support. He began to lean over her, breathing down on her neck and matching her thrusts as he fucked her from behind. Bill’s penis was squishing around in the sucking lips of Judy’s pussy, and the sight was driving Barbara to a pitch of desire never before experienced. “Oh, fuck me, Jack!” she whimpered at the boy who was mashing his pelvis against her own ass while his penis worked in and out of her clutching vagina.

Right beside the frantically rocking housewife, Judy was howling inhumanly, hissing pleas of gibberish as her brother continued to tease and torment her. His erection was only touching the outermost part of her cunt—and she wanted all of the long shaft stuffed within her. She made rippling motions with her buttocks, fighting to get the whole of his staff inside her. But her position—flat on her stomach beneath him—didn’t allow for much maneuvering.

“Please!” she shouted.

And then she felt Bill pull his cock entirely out of her. She moaned in mixed anger and disappointment. Then she felt him tugging at her hips, and she knew what he wanted. His cock was being repositioned, the tip of it now pressing against the resisting ring of her anus.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Yes, I want it!”

Ever since her first experience with anal intercourse, at the party at the cabin, Judy had been eager to partake again of this newly found thrill. Jack and she had done it a lot recently, and she had learned to come as quickly as the regular way. Now it wasn’t Jack who was about to ram his penis up her ass. It was Bill. Her own brother.

“Oh, oohhh!” she groaned.

She reached behind her, stretching her arms down behind her back and separating the cheeks of her ass with her fingers. Her anus was now completely available to her brother.

“Wet it!” she hissed. “Reach down into my pussy and spread it around my ass! Make it good and wet and then fuck me, fuck me, Billy!”

Judy’s hot cries were turning Barbara into a seething animal. The housewife kept her eyes attached to the brother and sister, grinding her own buttocks back madly at the youth who was fucking harshly into her vagina. She bucked back and forth with such force that the action sent waves across the mattress, bouncing Judy’s head about.

When Bill worked the head of his cock into his sister’s pliant rectum, the girl wailed a long, agonized, “Aaaggghhh!” Nearby, Barbara began to fuck back against Jack more furiously. Jack grunted, trying to hold back his orgasm, but the woman was jerking so crazily he was losing control.

Bill slipped his penis deeper into his sobbing sister. The pain was engulfing her, but now it was easing. She was whimpering hotly as he gently slid his stiff cock up her ass. He moaned deeply, bellowing, groaning. He began to fuck in smooth strokes, becoming more savage as Judy became accustomed to his presence. She began to buck up at him, impaling herself eagerly on his deep-thrust cock.

“Oh, Sis!” he whined.

“Fuck it!” was all she could say. Her breath wheezed from within her, giant forceful gasps and exploding gusts.

“Fuck your sister good and hard! Make the little bitch come!” Barbara ranted, dazed with her own blazing need as Jack pumped into her grinding hips, putting her near the edge of orgasm.

A thick aroma of sperm and perspiration saturated the room. The fucking continued wildly, the bed being battered beneath the crashing forms of the foursome.

***

In the hallway, Arlene was coming. Never before had her own fingers brought her to such a devastating climax. Her legs were thrust out in front of her, her buttocks bouncing all over the carpet as the juices flooded out of her convulsing vagina to smear her fingers and further drench her sheer panties.

She supported herself by leaning against the wall. To have stretched out flat on the floor while this orgasm swept her would have denied her the opportunity to watch the fucking in the bedroom.

Her big, wide-open eyes feasted on the depraved sight of her son and daughter engaged in anal copulation. Both had their jeans pushed down around their knees, their exposed groin areas slick with sperm and perspiration, their young bodies mashing hotly together.

Arlene kept her fingers dancing across the sensitive lips of her pulsating pussy.

From the bed, the wicked Barbara cried, “Make her come, make your sister come, Billy! Make her come all over the bed! She’s such a hot little bitch!”

The evil woman’s ranting caused the climaxing Arlene to shift her gaze momentarily away from her son and daughter. She looked at the perspiring housewife on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth acrobatically, her miniskirt soiled and bunched up over her ass, her dark nylons rubbing against Jack’s trousers.

Slut! Arlene thought. Dirty, slimy whore! In her confused state of arousal, her orgasm tearing through her mightily, she didn’t know whether her contempt was aimed at Barbara or herself. Her own appearance was equally lewd as the woman’s on the bed—legs spread, fingers up her cunt, minidress rumpled and disarranged.

Again the obscene sound of Barbara’s impassioned voice stung her. “Oh, look at those two fuck!” the woman on the bed exclaimed. “Oh, look at Billy feed her his cock! She’s going to come! She’s going to come like crazy and… and… so am Iiieeee!”

Judy reached over to touch the older woman’s dangling breasts. While Barbara began to tremor in climax, Judy rubbed her palm briskly across the housewife’s nipples, causing the woman to groan even more heatedly. Judy’s other hand left her own ass and went beneath her, sliding up toward her cunt. She crossed the bottom hem of her blouse and found the golden-lined mound of her vulva. She fingered her clitoris frantically as her brother continued to fuck her squirming young ass.

Arlene kept coming. Her fingers dug into her panties, squeezing inside the fabric, through the fabric, around the fabric, driving her own body wild with sexual fulfillment.

She leaned heavily against the wall while sitting on the carpet. Her legs stretched painfully in front of her, toes curled within her shoes. She began to drum her heels against the floor as the final spasms shook her. Horrified by her own words, she found herself whispering, “Yes, Judy! Come! Come like a bitch! Make your brother come! Yeah, make him squirt it… up your ass!”

Her sideline comments ended abruptly as her orgasm died. She felt numb for several seconds, then horrified as she watched her darling daughter stiffen and scream out in orgasm. Her son’s white hot sperm gushed out of Judy’s asshole in a sparkling river, rolling down her thighs onto her panties and blue jeans.

Arlene picked herself off the floor, tearing her eyes away from the perverted spectacle. She heard the harsh sexual sounds, tried to ignore them, tried but failed. Now that she had satisfied herself, the hot sounds of lust seemed hideous and unwelcome.

Even after she entered the sanctity of her own bedroom and closed the door, the creaking of Bill’s bed and the mingled male and female groans continued to haunt her.

CHAPTER NINE

She had taken pills to make her sleep, and now it was morning.

Bill and Judy had fixed their own breakfast and left for school without waking her. The emptiness of the house seemed only to compound the tangled state of her emotions. Last night she had seen her teen-age son and daughter fucking each other. Yet it didn’t seem to shock her as much as she felt it should. Perhaps so many things had happened lately that she was becoming stupefied. But she wouldn’t, she couldn’t let last night’s incident slip from her mind as if nothing had happened. She had to do something. She had to at least say something.

She drank a cup of instant coffee, then dressed herself conservatively in slacks and a boyish blouse.

It was clear to her now what she must do. She would go next door and give that fucking whore Barbara a piece of her mind.

Arlene applied only a bare amount of make-up. She looked disapprovingly in the mirror, studying the disarranged, slept-on hair that surrounded her pretty face. She pulled the blonde strands straight behind her neck and slipped a rubber band around the knot. She looked pretty, she knew, but not as pretty as she was capable of looking. It didn’t matter. She was going next door to tell Barbara exactly what kind of a sluttish pig she was. Why should she make herself beautiful to do that?

***

Arlene stammered when Sam Carter, not Barbara, opened the door. Wasn’t he supposed to be at work? Wordlessly, he left the door open for her, and she followed him through the entrance hall and into the living room.

He looked like he had a hell of a hangover. He was wearing a wrinkled robe, tied loosely around his waist. His hair was in shambles. His eyes were red and not fully open.

“I came to see Barbara,” Arlene announced coolly, remembering how vulgarly Sam had pawed and fondled her at last night’s party.

“Out shopping,” he said.

His terse response left her with nothing to say, and she felt suddenly deflated. She feared she would have second thoughts about telling off Barbara, and she never would get the courage again to denounce the evil neighbor to her face.

“I’ll… I’ll come back later,” Arlene said.

Then she felt Sam nudge her. He stood beside her, wrapping his long arm around her shoulders.

“Stay. I’ll fix you a drink.”

Just the touch of his arm started curious tingles of desire racing to her brain. She stepped away from him, saying, “No, I better leave.”

“For God sakes, Arlene, stay and have a drink. No reason for you to be rude.” Despite his unkempt appearance, Sam’s tone was authoritative and charming.

“Just one,” she responded, the strange passion still raging in her belly. “I really shouldn’t, but…”

He went to the bar to prepare her drink. Damn! What’s wrong with me, anyway? she mentally scolded. I’m hot! I’m sexually aroused! But why? Get a hold on yourself, Arlene French! Don’t you dare let him seduce you! He’s going to try, so don’t let him! That one dirty little episode with Ralph the other night ought to be enough to last you a lifetime! Now don’t get horny, Mrs. Harold French! Don’t you dare get horny!

What astounded Arlene most about her mental state was the weakness of her convictions. A week ago the mere thought of getting seduced by Sam Carter would have sent her reeling in genuine horror. Now the seduction seemed naughty, something to be avoided. Naughty. But not sickening. Was it true what they said—that after the first time every infidelity got easier and easier? She hoped not. She still had her sense of morality. What Barbara and Bill had done last night was wrong. And what Bill and Judy—brother and sister—had done was horribly wrong. But why, while she observed it happening, had Arlene felt only lust? And why now was she less outraged than she wanted to be?

She knew a basic change was occurring in her character, and she felt she must fight the change with all her might. But did she have the resolve to fight it? Was the new Arlene which now struggled for power any different than the old Arlene? Had she always been potentially promiscuous? Had her supposed prudishness been a disguise by which even she had been fooled? She had to stop thinking these thoughts.

Sam brought her a drink and guided her to the sofa. He sat beside her.

She realized she had an excuse for leaving soon. It was eleven, and at one she had to go to the jail to visit Hal. It would take her at least an hour to get ready.

Five minutes after she’d positioned herself modestly on the sofa, she was wrapped in Sam’s arms, kissing him hungrily. She couldn’t remember exactly how it had happened, and she didn’t care. She knew only that she was good and horny, and she wasn’t fighting.

He placed his palm on her slacks just above her knee. The contact electrified her. Her breath was already irregular, her tits ached to be touched, her pussy was wet and impatient.

“You’re a pretty damn hot bitch today, Arlene. Hotter than you were at the party.” He mumbled the words around her tongue.

His kiss was more intoxicating to her than the drink she had only half finished. She ran her hand across his rugged, handsome face, unshaven since yesterday. His muscles felt good against her. He was so damn good-looking it was driving her crazy. If he only knew just how awfully hot she was, he wouldn’t be wasting all this time on preliminaries.

A last pang of guilt stabbed her mind. She wrestled it aside by thinking that she was getting revenge. Barbara had seduced her son and… No, no. What a bunch of crap. It had nothing to do with revenge; it had everything to do with her natural physical need for sex. When finally she admitted this last fact to herself, she was stunned—and she broke the kiss.

She felt suddenly that she had been imprisoned all her life, and now she could be liberated. All she had to do was break the last barrier. She formed the words mentally, the words she wanted to say. But she wouldn’t dare. Women aren’t that blunt. But she had to say them. She felt so close to freedom, all she had to do was speak out and decree her emancipation.

Sam had no idea that a mental war was raging in Arlene’s mind. He planted his lips back on hers, thrusting his tongue far into her open, eager mouth. After ten seconds, she again pulled away.

The words seemed to flow from her now, and they came far easier than she’d expected. “Sam, this is silly. I only have a few minutes, so let’s not waste them sitting here on the couch. Take me into the bedroom and let’s fuck each other! That’s what we both want, isn’t it?” Her tone was free of guilt.

She felt suddenly relieved. It was as if she were floating. Finally… finally she had spoken aloud and admitted to herself who she really was. A sexual being. And it felt just beautiful.

The happily stunned Sam took her hand and led her promptly to the bedroom. She giggled joyously.

She wondered how it was that she was thirty-three years old and just now discovering herself.

CHAPTER TEN

It wasn’t until she was stripped nude and centered on the bed that Arlene thought to ask, “Will Barbara be home soon?”

Sam discarded his T-shirt, the last item of clothing separating him from nudity. Then, his erection pointing out stiffly from his black-haired groin, he stepped toward the bed, knelt on the edge of the mattress, then crawled between her open thighs.

“I don’t know,” he said in answer to her question.

“You certainly don’t sound too concerned about it,” she said.

He placed one hand beneath each of her thighs, raising her legs slightly. Then he pushed down on his cock, aligning it with her wet-and-ready pussy.

“If we get caught, we get caught,” he said in his most charming manner. “What’s to worry about?”

Just then the tip of his penis touched the puffed-out lips of her vagina, and she sighed in hot excitement. She no longer worried about whether or not Barbara might come home. She cared only about getting fucked. And, for once in her life, she wasn’t trying to con herself into believing something different.

To assist him, she reached for her cunt with both hands and spread her dampened vulva. His cock slid about an inch inside.

“God, do it, fuck me!” she whispered.

“You’re very beautiful,” he praised, keeping his penis in a fixed position, not driving it in any deeper.

His inaction was tormenting her. She didn’t want to be slowly aroused, she simply wanted to get the hell fucked out of her. She started making whorish rotations with her pelvis, arching up and skewering herself on his penis.

If he wouldn’t take the initiative, she would.

“Oh, Jesus, Sam!” she groaned, feeling his cock enter the deepest parts of her pussy.

He knew what she wanted now, and he began to fuck her wildly. He collapsed upon her, letting his full weight mash her against the mattress. Her aroused nipples rubbed against his perspiring chest as he took up her rhythm. Back and forth they rocked. She drew her knees up, then lifted her feet completely off the bed. She waved her feet in the air while their bodies grew accustomed to each other’s hot strokes. Then she bowed her legs outward and dug her heels into his muscular buttocks. Her hands still rested on each side of her vagina, mashed between her grinding pelvis and his, her palms pressed against her hot inner thighs, her knuckles digging into his groin. She could feel his tight balls rubbing against her fingers, and the slickly coated staff of his erection brushed her fingernails each time he withdrew.

His lips covered hers, and she opened her mouth wide to receive his tongue. They groaned loudly, their lips sucking.

It was too good. She was going insane.

“God, I think… I think… Oh, God, yes, I’m going to come!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”

“So you are,” said a calm feminine voice.

Arlene pitched wildly beneath Sam’s heaving body. She pounded his buttocks with her heels. She slipped her hands to the top of her vagina and touched her triggering clitoris. She was dimly aware of the intruder, and she knew it was Barbara standing beside the bed, but she didn’t stop fucking.

Obviously embarrassed, but too aroused to stop, Sam kept pumping into the gasping, quivering, climaxing woman beneath him. “Jesus Christ!” he grunted. “Don’t stand there watching!” he told his bemused wife.

Barbara had always suspected her husband played around, and it had never bothered her. She hardly had a legitimate gripe since she had been screwing around for years. But this was the first time she’d ever caught him in the act, and despite Sam’s insistence that she not watch, she stood there frozen, excitement building up between her legs.

Arlene couldn’t contain her lust. She knew her legs were jerking about obscenely and that Barbara was watching, but her climax continued.

Neither could she prevent the words that seemed to seep from her lips of their own volition. “Fuck it, Sam! I’m still coming! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Sam suddenly pumped his load of sperm into the quaking woman. It escaped from the tip of his cock in jetting spurts, washing her womb.

While this twisting activity continued, Barbara could not resist bending over and cupping her husband’s balls in her hand. She let her thumb touch his anus and felt his convulsions registered there.

Sam and Arlene finally finished their orgasms. Their muscles relaxed, and they lay limply entwined in each other’s arms, panting and perspiring in the exhausted aftermath of a perfect fuck. Only when their senses began returning did they realize that Barbara was now naked and on the bed beside them.

***

When, a few minutes later, Barbara started touching Arlene’s breasts, Arlene made no move to defend herself. Strangely, this new sensation seemed to her like a natural extension of her sexuality. Although she felt somewhat apprehensive, she was not disgusted. Yesterday she might have been repulsed. But not today. Everything seemed so different now; she had resolved something within herself, and she was happy.

“Just relax,” Barbara said. Her mouth fastened itself to Arlene’s nearest breast, her tongue making swift circles around the aureole and washing the tight nipple.

Arlene began to squirm. She was flat on her back, Barbara lying beside her but a little lower on the bed. A foot away Sam watched intently as his wife sucked his neighbor’s tit.

“Feel good?” Barbara asked.

“Y-yes!”

Still licking Arlene’s excited nipple, Barbara mumbled, “Did you enjoy fucking my husband?”

“Oh, Barbara, I’m sorry! I couldn’t help…”

“Don’t apologize. I understand, and I’m not mad.”

“Mmmm, oh, Barbara! How can you be so understanding?” Arlene whimpered. She had never had her breast sucked so expertly.

“I’ve known Sam’s been playing around all along,” Barbara mumbled.

“You knew all along!” Sam said incredulously.

“That’s right, darling. But there’s something you should know.” Barbara released Arlene’s nipple from between her teeth. She faced her husband, keeping her eyes on him while she repositioned herself. She straddled Arlene’s face backward, leaned forward, mashing her tits into the woman’s belly and planted her lips squarely on the pink vaginal mound.

Arlene groaned protestingly, but Barbara ignored the woman. She flicked her tongue out and lapped hungrily at Arlene’s sensitive cunt.

Arlene squirmed madly. “Oh, don’t,” she protested weakly. Barbara’s tongue was getting her so excited she could hardly stand it. And hovering only two inches above Arlene’s mouth was her neighbor’s vagina. Suddenly she tickled Barbara’s pouting cunt folds with her tongue. She just grazed it timidly, but then the lewd contact of the soft feminine genital flesh against her own tongue made Arlene tingle with fierce excitement. She began to lick savagely, the taste new and arousing.

“You said there was something I should know,” Sam reminded his slurping, churning wife. The two women were moaning and twitching around like a couple of true lesbians. His wife’s vaginal juices were mixing with Arlene’s saliva and running down the latter’s cheeks.

“There is something you should know,” she mumbled. Then, to Arlene, she said, “Jesus, you taste good, baby! Of course, it’s mostly Sam’s come, but it really turns me on!” She gripped the genital flesh tightly between her lips, pulling it up, sucking mightily while teasing the clitoris with her tongue every now and then. Again addressing her husband, Barbara said, “While you’ve been fucking all those skirts, darling, I’ve been fooling around with more men than you could begin to count!”

While this revelation didn’t actually shock Sam, it did send a surge of anger through him. How could she confess so blatantly? She was throwing it right in his face. But suddenly it didn’t seem to matter. Suddenly it was funny, and he began to chuckle. Then the chuckle grew to a laugh, and soon he was bellowing outrageously, muttering, “Jesus, Jesus, both of us fucking around all along, Jesus!”

At another time Barbara and Arlene might have shared in his laughter. But right now they were too aroused. Barbara’s tongue was slopping all over Arlene’s clitoris, and Arlene was trying to mimic every move of the more experienced woman.

Their bodies teetered from side to side, spastic twitters playing across their thigh muscles.

In lewd delight, Barbara continued to speak. “Not just men, Sam. I’ve been fucking boys, too! Teen-age boys like Arlene’s son!”

Arlene stopped licking. Her body continued to rock from side to side despite her efforts to calm herself. “Don’t talk!” she begged. “Don’t say anything now—don’t spoil it for me! I’m too hot! Please, please… suck me!”

Barbara’s voice was coy but not peevish. “Why should my fucking Billy upset you? You fucked Ralph!”

Arlene wondered how Barbara knew about her and Ralph.

Arlene struggled to make herself be still. But the woman’s tongue was working hard as ever at her sopped vagina, and Arlene’s muscles seemed to throw her body about without her permission.

“H-how do you know about Ralph?” she managed to gasp out.

“Bill told me. Your darling son and daughter asked Ralph to seduce you. They thought… for God sakes, use your tongue, Arlene! Don’t give up on me now! There, yes! They thought you needed a good fuck! Oh, oh!”

Arlene’s legs lifted stiffly in the air, and she knew she was about to climax. Nothing could prevent this orgasm, nothing. She curled her toes, aimed her feet outward. She groaned hotly again and again as her neighbor’s cunt was jammed tightly against her working mouth.

“You really owe your children a lot!” Barbara gasped.

“Yes!” Arlene screamed. She knew she was a new and beautiful person—and she owed it all to her children.

She came, crying, “Now, now, nownownow!” She heaved her buttocks off the bed, carrying Barbara’s face with her.

Barbara moaned louder and louder, then screamed and came. The bed creaked hysterically under the bouncing weight of the sucking women.

Sam didn’t understand all of what had just transpired. He only knew that he had an erection and that some new meaning had crept into the relationship between him and his wife. He positioned himself behind his climaxing spouse and rammed his cock suddenly up her ass. She was so crazy with coming that she didn’t feel the pain.

***

A half-hour later, Arlene staggered from the bed, leaving the couple peacefully asleep. She didn’t want to leave, but she had to visit her husband. Hal was in jail, and he needed her. And although Arlene was not the same person she had been, she needed him, too.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The long month was nearly over. Tomorrow Hal would be released from prison. Arlene wondered if he would notice the change in her. She awaited the next day with growing excitement. She loved her husband, and she could make him understand that life didn’t need to be a phony masquerade of social propriety. If their love was strong, they didn’t need to be continually jealous and possessive. She’d had long conversations with her daughter these last few days, conversations which had made her feel closer to her children than she ever dreamed possible. She no longer felt ashamed of her sexuality—that was probably the biggest change. She was a sexual creature. Not a slut or a tramp, but a woman with normal sexual drives who needed to express them. She was alike in this respect with her daughter and with Barbara next door and with her friends Madge and Karen. She was more tolerant, more loving—and she liked herself better. Arlene felt she had more to offer Hal now than she had before his arrest. She had so much to give.

She would help him. He’d get another job, and maybe she’d work, too. They’d move somewhere—to the country, maybe. Judy and Bill would be off to college in two years and… the prospects seemed wonderful to her.

***

It was late afternoon. Arlene was on the bed naked and four teen-age boys were nearby, two standing on each side of the mattress. They, too, were nude.

Ralph was one of the boys. The other three were members of the same baseball team. Earlier that afternoon, Bill had invited a dozen members of the team to the house for hamburgers and Cokes. Judy and Arlene had done the serving. Ralph had asked if he could see her afterward, and she’d told him yes. Yes! She’d been dying to get into bed with him again ever since that first time. The boy had asked if he could bring some friends along. Arlene had balked at that idea. But then, after Ralph had sworn that the others would all be discreet, she’d relented. The idea of having several boys in the same bed with her was fantastically arousing, and since this was the last day before Hal’s release from jail, she thought she should allow herself this one wild fling. Bill and Judy had left to visit a friend.

“What do you want to do first, Mrs. French?” Ralph asked, his erection held in his hand. His was clearly the biggest of the four cocks.

She fitted her hands behind her head and bowed her legs outward in a gesture of submission. She began to roll rhythmically from side to side, her eyes dancing around the bed to watch them fondling their penises. She noted with mild disappointment that one of the cocks was only partially erect. It belonged to a small boy named Alan who seemed very shy and ill-at-ease. It was because of this that Arlene had taken a special liking to him.

“Come here, Alan,” she whispered.

The young boy froze while the other three and Arlene looked at him. He was at least a year younger than the other boys—fifteen, she guessed. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that turned Arlene on.

“Get on the bed, Al!” a stocky youth named Tex urged. “She wants you first. You’re real lucky!”

Alan made a jerking movement as if trying to lean onto the bed. Then he changed his mind and stood rigidly, his hand hooked around his limp cock. His face became flushed.

“I can’t,” he sobbed, trying to fight back real tears.

Arlene felt filled with compassion. “All right, later then,” she said. “Just watch. Ralph, get on the bed with me, I’m so hot!”

About thirty seconds later, Ralph’s man-size cock was stuffed into Arlene’s hotly aroused vagina. She was bucking wildly, almost throwing him off her. Every few seconds, her eyes fixed on Alan standing beside the bed. She wanted to see if her hot movements were exciting him. Sadly, his cock still was only half erect.

Arlene threw her arms around Ralph’s shoulders. She locked her heels into the backs of his thighs. She fucked. She fucked more strenuously than ever before, and the perspiration poured off her like rain.

“Jesus, Mrs. French!” Ralph grunted. “You’re going too wild. I can’t… keep up… with you!”

Despite his cry, she kept her constant, chaotic pace. He gripped her waist cruelly in an effort to hold on. He flexed his buttocks in an attempt to prevent an ejaculation.

Tex and a tall youth named Bob were masturbating unabashedly. Their excited comments of, “Look at her fuck!” and, “Shit, she’s going out of her head! Shit, she’s a fucking tornado!” were almost unheard by the gasping, wheezing woman.

She noticed that Alan’s hand was no longer on his penis. His arms hung limply at his side; his cock hung limply, also. Poor baby! Arlene thought. She’d tend to him later. Right now, her lust was blazing. Her clitoris was being excited by her pelvis mashing against Ralph. Her cunt lips were sucking hard at the bulky staff of Ralph’s erection. She wanted to come… she would come any second.

She no longer felt concern for Alan. She felt only the fiery need within herself. The sweat flowed from Ralph onto her. He struggled to match her pace but failed. She was just too fucking wild.

“Fuck!” she cried, this single word uttered over and over with greater and greater intensity as her passion began to peak.

The slippery sounds from the two masturbating boys thrilled her. Suddenly Tex knelt onto the mattress, and said, “Touch it! Jack me off, I’m going to come!”

Arlene knew the lad was on the verge of ejaculation, and she removed a hand from Ralph’s shoulder and fumbled for the prick beside her. She rubbed back and forth briskly, taking up the same rhythm Tex had used on himself. The foreskin slid in her palm, the gooey lubricant wetting her hand.

Then Bob was on her other side, and she gripped his cock with her remaining hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Arlene continued to rant as she jacked off the two boys while rotating her hips frantically up at Ralph in an effort to initiate her own climax.

Tex and Bob were grunting madly while she played with their slippery cocks. “Man, Mrs. French, where’d you learn to give that kind of a hand-job?” Tex praised. Bob merely hissed his agreement.

She was ready to scream out her climax when Ralph emitted a long, shattering groan and pumped his load into her.

“Not yet!” she moaned hysterically. “A little more, just a little more, please!” But it was hopeless.

“Somebody fuck me!” she screamed, feeling Ralph extract his shrinking cock with a sloshing smack. The sperm spilled slowly out of her cunt, smearing her thighs and dripping to the already soggy sheets.

Tex pulled his swollen cock from Arlene’s hand and positioned himself between her open thighs. Ralph rolled to one side of the bed, panting exhaustedly.

“I can’t last very long,” Tex said almost apologetically as he jammed his organ up the soggy channel between Arlene’s legs.

“Aahhh! I don’t care! That’s it, fuck, it will just take a minute! I’m almost there! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His cock was smaller than Ralph’s but adequate. She ground at him, bucking, lurching, almost dislodging him. She continued to stroke Bob’s penis.

Suddenly Bob cried out, his muscles tensing. “I’m going to shoot it! Shit, you better let go of me, Mrs. French! Let go, it’s going to splash all over you! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!”

She gripped the boy’s cock hard with her hand. The first jet of hot sperm caught her on the chin, the second grazed her lips leaving a salty taste on her tongue, a third and fourth smacked against her arm and belly, a fifth glued itself to her disorderly blonde hair.

She loved it! She was taking a bath in sperm and it made her feel lovely. Just then Tex’s cock began to expand and then throb. His semen shot deep into her already spermy cunt, blasting against her cervix and making her scream. Her legs were thrust up in the air waving as she too began to climax.

“Oh, now!” she cried. “Fuck hard now! I feel you coming—both of you! Smear it all over me, Bob, with your hands! Oh, yes! Smear it on my face! Yeah! God, Tex, it feels so good in my cunt! Now, now! There! I’m coming so hard! I’m commmiiinnnggg! Aaahhhhh! Aaahhhh!”

She squeezed viciously on the still-spurting cock of Bob, feeling a shot of sperm splash against her eyelid, momentarily blinding her.

She writhed and sighed and bucked until finally Bob fell backward to lie next to Ralph. Tex’s cock grew limp within her, and finally he withdrew it.

When she regained her composure, grabbing some Kleenex from the nightstand and dabbing away the sperm on her face, chest and between her thighs while lying on her back, she gazed once more at Alan who was still standing timidly beside the bed. His penis was not quite erect.

With a sigh of empathy, Arlene said, “Everyone leave except Alan. He and I want to be alone for a little while.”

During the next hour, Arlene managed to crack Alan’s shell of shyness. She learned the thrill of being a seductress. And she fucked the boy until he screamed for mercy.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Judy and Bill had gone to a friend’s house so that their parents could be alone. On this first night together, Arlene was especially loving.

They had dined alone by candlelight. Afterward, they sat holding hands in the living room and she had assured him that she still respected him just as much as always.

Now they were in bed together. The same bed where Arlene had discovered so much about herself. The same bed where she hoped to teach Hal what she’d learned. Hal was nude, his cock sticking up in the air as he lay on his back watching Arlene strip.

She peeled off her nylons while sitting on the edge of the mattress. Then she unsnapped her bra and twisted slightly so Hal could get a good look at her lovely breasts. Playfully, she tweaked the nipples into firm arousal. Then she slid her pale pink panties down her legs and kicked them aside. Now completely naked, she threw herself out flat on the bed alongside her husband.

He grabbed for her, trying to pull her immediately atop him.

“No,” she sighed. “I want to do something else to you first.”

Without further explanation, she crawled between his legs, making him spread his thighs out. She lowered her head and kissed his navel. She kissed lower, touching the top part of his hairy groin with the tip of her tongue.

“God, Arlene, what are you…”

“Shhh!” she told him. “Just be quiet.”

She pulled several strands of his hair between her teeth to show him she meant business. Then she cupped his balls in one hand and began to nibble at the base of his cock. Slowly she worked up the erection, dragging her tongue along the underside.

“Oh!” he exclaimed.

She retraced her path, down the cock, up again, down.

Suddenly she went up all the way to the crown and engulfed the tip with her soft lips. Her tongue circled briskly, tasting the seeping fluid that had escaped the tiny slit.

She sucked harder, more expertly, and Hal began to squirm beneath her. His grunts pleased her.

“It’s so good!” he gasped.

“And it’s going to get better,” she promised.

THE END

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