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C H A P T E R   I ........ The beginning ............


     I am rounding the curve, almost home.  It has been a long
day of work - housework and shopping IS work, you know - and I am
ready to get home.  My husband, Bob, is out of town on business
and my son, Bobby, is away at college.  It will be a peaceful
evening so I can just sit around and relax.  As I pull into the
driveway, I see Ken next door playing with his dog in his front
yard.  Ken, 20, grew up with Bobby and is a year older.  I have
known Ken since he was four years old. He is into body building
and his muscles look hard as a rock.  He is wearing a tank top
today, as usual, to show off his muscles.  He also has on faded
cut off blue jeans.  He is throwing sticks for his dog to fetch.
     I go inside and pour myself a large glass of wine.  Now to
the bathroom, draw a nice tub of hot water, get in, and relax
while drinking the wine and smoking a cigarette.  It feels so
good to just unwind from the stress of the day.  As sit in the
tub drinking my wine, I reach for the soap and washcloth and
begin bathing.  I wash my face and neck.  When my washcloth
covered hand reaches my soft white breasts, my nipples instantly
stand to attention.  Putting the washcloth on the side of the
tub, I take another swallow of wine and my bare hand returns to
massage my soapy breasts.
     I try to squeeze my nipple but it is so slippery that it
keeps slipping from between my fingers.  As I lightly trace
little circles around each nipple, I start to fantasize about
making love to an imaginary lover.  My other hand slips between
my legs, between my lips and begins to massage my clit.  I have
been fantasizing a lot lately about making love to someone other
than Bob.  We have been married for 22 years and I was a virgin
when we met.  I have never made love to anyone but 
Bob.  The wine must be having an effect on me already because I
have an orgasm very quickly.
     After bathing, I get out of the tub, dry off, and slip into
a sexy white lace bra and lacy white bikini panties.  The
doorbell rings.  "Who could that be?" I ask myself.  I put on my
bathrobe and go to the door.  It is Ken.  
     "Hi, Ken, come on in."
     "Hello, Penny.  Is this a bad time?"
     "Oh no.  I just got out of the tub.  Care for a glass of
wine?"
     "That would be nice."
     I pour two glasses.  "Come into the living room and have a
seat."
     Ken sits on the couch and I sit in the soft easy chair
across the room.  As I sit in the chair, my robe slides off my
legs, exposing them to within a few inches of my panties. 
Quickly covering myself with the robe, I am sure Ken noticed.  I
know he must have seen my panties.  I am embarrassed, yet, in 
some strange way, it's stimulating for Ken to have seen such a
private part of me.  My heart beat quickens and I hope I am not
blushing.  
     His muscles look hard as steel.  He rests his leg on the
coffee table and I can see up one leg of his ragged cutoff jeans. 
He has on no underwear!  I can see his balls and the head of his
penis!  I wonder if he is doing this intentionally.  I try to
look him in the eye, but my eyes keep wandering down to his
crotch.  I feel my temperature rise and I feel flush.  I have to
fight to keep my eyes in the proper place.
     I get up to get a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table
in front of Ken.  As bend over to pick up the cigarettes my robe
gaps open. I know he can see my bra and the swells of my breasts. 
I wonder if my firm nipples are showing through my thin bra.  I
hope not.  I am glad I put on my best bra this evening.  He
reaches for the lighter.  I have to bend down again for him to 
give me a light.   As I start to put my hand on my chest to keep
my robe closed, I decide not to.  I notice his eyes lower to my
breasts.  I don't really mind.  I hesitate a few seconds to let
him savor the view.  It gives me a tingle of excitement to have
him staring at my soft mounds.  He really can see no more than he
could if I had on a bathing suit.  
     I still think of Ken as a little boy.  He has been one of
Bobby's friends for years.  His mother is a very good friend and
we chat often.  Our families cook out in the back yard together
frequently.
     "I haven't seen you around much lately, Ken, where you been
keeping yourself?"
     "I have a girlfriend and spend a lot of time with her."
     "Who is she?"
     "Oh, you don't know her.  My parents don't like her.  She is
older than I am."
     "How much older?" I ask as I sit down in the easy chair.
     "She is 36."
     "My god!  She's just a couple of years younger than I am," I
think.
     "I thought maybe you could help me with a problem I have."
     Ken has always been able to talk to me about his problems. 
Even when he was a little boy, he would come to me with problems
he felt he couldn't discuss with his mother.
     "Sure, what's the problem?"  I sneak a glance at his crotch.
     "She likes to dance slow and I never learned how.  Would you
teach me?"
     "I'll be glad to.  Do you want to start now."
     "Yea, if you don't mind."
     "Ok, I'll put on some nice slow music and teach you how to
dance."
     I put a CD on and motion him to help me move the coffee
table out of the way.  Again my robe falls open when I lean over
to pick up the table and this time I couldn't use my hand to keep
it closed, if I wanted to.  Ken again gets a long view of my
cleavage.  I am feeling a little self conscious now because I 
may be showing him too much.  
     Ready to give Ken his first dance lesson, I stand in the
middle of the floor and he stands in front of me.  I have to take
his right hand and put it on my waist.  He is very tense as I put
my left hand on his muscular shoulder and take his other hand in
mine.  
     "Just relax.  You will never be a good dancer until you
learn to relax."  I really feel strange standing with my arms
around Ken.  I hadn't realized how tall he was and for the first
time I can tell that his muscles really are as hard as they look.
     After a few songs Ken is doing great.  He learns fast.  We
sit down for a few minutes, finish our wine and I pour us each
another glass.  By now, I am feeling a little wobbly.  
     "Let's dance one more time and then I have to go home."
     "Ok."
     This time Ken pulls me close to his hard body.  I am a
little startled as my breast presses into his chest.  Not
expecting this, I don't know whether to back away or not.  I
decide that I won't embarrass him, and snuggle close.  His body
is real solid.  I can feel each individual muscle in his shoulder
and neck.  I can't resist stroking my hand over his solid
muscles.
     He dances like he has been doing it for years.  I wonder if
this whole thing had just been a plan to hold me in his arms.  He
uses his right hand on the back of my head to press my head
against his shoulder.  The sentimental song and the wine make me
feel romantic and for a few seconds I forget who I am with.  I
offer no resistance.  I close my eyes and rest my head on his 
strong shoulder.  He hugs me tight for just a second and I hug
back.  His young athletic body feels so good against mine.  My
left hand is rubbing the back of his neck.  Feeling a growing
bulge touching my thigh, I know that he is getting excited.  
     I must stop this now before it goes too far.  Moving my head
from his shoulder, I try to step back a little.  Ken holds his
right arm firmly around me.  He takes my hair in his right hand
and gently forces my head back so that I am looking up, right
into his baby blue eyes.  He looks down at me for a moment, then
leans forward and kisses me on my mouth!  I can't believe it!  I
have known this kid since he was four years old!  He is like a
son to me!  I try to pull away.
     "KEN!  What are you doing?"
     Ken doesn't answer.  He pulls me tight against him and
presses his mouth against mine again.  I am so startled at his
actions that my mouth opens and his tongue slips inside.  
     I try to protest but the sound is muffled my his tongue in
my mouth.
     I gasp in surprise as his hand finds my right breast and
presses it against my chest!  Ken is touching my breast!  It
feels very good!  I hesitate about a minute and think about what
is happening as Ken fondles me.  I want him to continue, but I
know that I can't allow it.  It is wrong!  I use my free hand
and move his hand off my breast.  I wonder if I should tell his
mother.  
     "Penny, you know you like it," his voice is very calm.
     "It feels very good, Ken, but this is wrong.  PLEASE don't
do it again."
     He takes my right hand and holds it with his right hand
behind my back.  Now both my hands are useless.  One is being
held behind my back, the other is over his shoulder and he is
holding me so close to him that I can't move it.  His left hand
again finds my breast.  He presses and caresses it.  I am
helpless to do anything about it.  My breathing increases and my
heart is pounding so hard, it feels as if it will leap out of my
chest.
     "Ken, PLEASE don't!"  I plead with him.  My voice is
trembling.  
     He holds me very close.  He is so strong that I can't
escape.  He very slowly slips his hand inside my robe and begins
to slide it into my bra!  
     "NO, Ken, PLEASE move your HAND!  Let me go . . . NOW!"
     "Relax, Penny, you know it feels good."  His hand is very
warm as it touches the top of my soft rounded swell.  It feels
incredible!  His fingers spread and just brush against each side
of my nipple as his hand dips further into my bra. My nipple
hardens.  
     "Please don't do this to me!  I don't want to!"  I
still try to stop him, but he is determined to feel my breast.
     The skin at the joint between two fingers bend my nipple
down as his hand slowly slides deeper inside my bra.  My hard
nipple springs back into his palm.  He plays with my breast as I
struggle to stop him.  
     "KEN, I DON'T want to do this."  I am fighting the urge to
cry.
     I feel the coarse skin on his hand against the smooth soft
skin of my breast.  He takes my hard nipple between his thumb and
forefinger and twists it and pulls on it, not hard, very gently. 
     "Noo . . . ooohhh."
     It feels great but I must stop this.  I am NOT that kind of
woman.  No one has touched my breasts since I met Bob.  I
struggle to get free.  My heart pounds savagely.  He is so strong
that I know that I will never be able to free myself from his
powerful grip.  
     He maneuvers me back, pins me against the wall and slides my
robe off my shoulder.  He examines my thin white lace bra with
the imprint of my hard nipple protruding through it.  He covers
my breast with his hand, now on the outside of my bra.  He finds
the hook in the front.  His hand moves to it.  HE IS GOING TO
UNFASTEN MY BRA!!!
     "No, Ken, No.  Please don't.  Nooo. . ."
     He unfastens my bra and pushes it aside exposing the milky
white skin of my uncovered breast to the bright room light.  He
examines my breast as his finger lightly traces circles around my
stiff nipple.  
     It does no good to struggle.  I relax my body.  I feel so
vulnerable.  How did I let myself get into this?  Ken clutches my
breast for several minutes.  It really feels phenomenal!  I am
breathing even deeper now.  I hope he doesn't notice how much he
is turning me on.  I want him to stop, but yet, I don't want him
to stop.  I feel so strange having someone so young and handsome 
pay so much attention to my bare breast.
     He lightly presses my soft mound from different angles and
watches it move.  He puts his palm over my entire breast and
makes large slow clockwise motions, moving it with his hand.  He
flattens it gently and then pulls my nipple again.  
     Oh, it feels SO GOOD, particularly when he pulls my nipple! 
I am confused.  I don't know how to stop him and if I did, would
I wish later that I hadn't?
     He is still caressing my fully displayed flesh and
occasionally pinching my nipple.  "When I was ten old, I was here
playing with Bobby and we found some Polaroids of you."  
     I know exactly which Polaroids he is talking about.  It was
some nudes that Bob had taken of me.  I had always hoped that no
one ever saw those photos!
     "I have wanted to play with your tits ever since that day. 
They are just a soft and smooth as I imagined.  Your tits are
even more beautiful than they were in those pictures 10 years ago
and your nipples are fantastic."
     He moves his hand from my breast and just gazes at it.  I
blush.  I can't help it.  It feels so very good to have my naked
softness petted by a muscular young man but I know than I cannot
allow it and I try to struggle free one more time.  When I
struggle, he grasps my breast very hard.  It hurts bad.  I stop
struggling and relax my body again.
     "Please, Ken, You shouldn't be doing this!"  My voice is
still trembling.
     "You know you are enjoying this.  I can tell by your
breathing."
     I AM breathing hard, both from struggling and from being
aroused.
     Ken unties the belt on my robe and opens it, revealing my
white bikini panties.  His left hand leaves my breast and moves
down to my waist and then even lower.  His fingers slide beneath
the waistband of my panties.  
     "No, Ken, please.  Please stop!  Please don't do this to 
me!  Please don't put your hand in my panties.  Don't touch me
down there!"
     I begin to tremble all over and my breaths gets deeper.  My
knees are weak.  I have never been under the control of a man in
this way before.  It is both frightening and arousing.  I can't
escape from his strong grip.
     His hand slips into my panties and pauses at my thin downy
pubic hair.  He twirls his fingers through my hairs and pulls
slightly.  Not to hurt me, but only playing.  His hand explores
my furry pubic mound and every once in a while he pulls a single
hair.  He is taking his time and enjoying toying with me.  
     "Please don't touch me there.  It's ok to touch my
breasts if you just won't touch me down there.  You can do
anything you want with my breasts.  Just please don't
touch me below the waist."  I hope that if I let him play with my
breasts, he will be satisfied and leave my genitals alone.  I
am almost crying.
     His fingers touch my puffy outer lips and very lightly
examine their shape and texture.  He slides down my left lip and
comes back up the right one.
     I try to put my legs together, but his muscular thigh is
between my legs and I can't get them together.  His fingers
slowly explore my lips.  I feel myself getting wet!  I am really
getting turned on!  This is wrong!  I move my hips in different
directions trying to get my genitals away from his hand.  
     "Ooohh."   My voice is almost a whisper.  "Ken,
Please just play with my breast.  Suck on them for me.  Please
suck my tit.  It feels so good when you play with my tit.  I love
it when you pull my nipple.  Oohh."  His fingers drag my wetness 
all over my tingling lips.  "Ken, don't you want to feel my breasts?  
Pinch my nipple."
     Just as I begin to protest one more time, his finger slides
between my lips, finds my tingling clit and very gently massages
it.  The feeling is ecstatic.  Another moan escapes my lips.
     My moan is unmistakable.  I am helpless.  My breathing gets 
still deeper.
     He is molesting me at will as his finger slowly works it's
way down to my wet vaginal opening.
     I gasp and my whole body tenses for a second as he easily
slides his finger up into me.  It is one of the most wondrous
feelings I have ever had.
     "You are real wet, Penny!"
     "That doesn't mean I want you to fuck me.  Please don't.  Please 
remove your finger.  Ken, please.  Stop doing this to me."  I try to 
sound like I'm not turned on, but my voice gives me away.
     He very slowly slides his finger in and out, in and out, in and
out.
     Involuntarily,  I spread my legs wider and I rotate my hips
forward and backward in rhythm with his finger.  
     My body gets hot all over and wet as perspiration covers me
completely.
     Ken is holding his young athletic body against me.  He
slides in another finger, then another, filling my captivated
opening with his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out for
several more minutes.  He returns to my swollen clit and I open
my legs wider and press my pubic bone into his palm.  
     Breathing very hard now, my chest is rising and falling with
each deep breath, I have completely surrendered myself to this
dominant young man.  My willpower has disappeared.  My voice is a
whisper.
     "Oohhh, Ken, that feels so good.  Please don't stop.  I want 
you so much!"
     "You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about
fingering your pussy.  When you wear those tight shorts and I can
see the outline of your pussy lips, it drives me wild.  One time
when I was about 14, I was laying in the floor in this very room
and you walked by me with a dress on and I saw your pussy covered
only by your thin panties.  I went home and jerked off while
thinking about it.  Your body is just as beautiful as it was
then, and your cunt is as wet and hot as I always imagined it
would be."  His voice is still calm and cool.
     I look into those blue eyes and with the hand that is
trapped over his shoulder, I bring his head to mine and give him
a very long deep passionate kiss.  My tongue wanders into his
mouth.  
     Ken releases my hands.  
     Without breaking our kiss, I put one arm around him and
reach for his crotch with the other.  I rub his erect member
through his ragged cutoff jeans.  My hand slips inside the leg of
his shorts.  I find his hard dick and eagerly wrap my fingers
around it.  The last time I saw his penis, it was less than an
inch long (he was very young then).  Now it must be 8 inches now
and hard as a rock.  Pulling it out the leg of his cutoff, I
begin to pump it slowly with my hand.  I feel its swollen
mushroom shaped head, its long hard shaft, and I feel the tuft of
rough hair at its base. 
     He slides my robe off the other shoulder and it falls to the
floor.  My bra also falls off letting both my ashen breasts swing
free.  Returning his hand to my pussy, his finger slides between
my lips and finds my clit again, this time on the outside of my
saturated panties.  His other hand massages my tits, moving from
one to the other and back again, pinching my nipples and pressing
each breast.  
     We are gazing into each other's eyes while exploring each
other's most private parts.  I really want to feel his cock
inside me now!  My mind knows that I shouldn't and that it is
wrong, but my pussy wants his hard dick inside.
     Moving my other hand to the back of his head, I pull him to
me and again lustfully kiss him on the mouth.  My tongue wanders
into his mouth and he opens to accept it.  My other hand never
stops sliding up and down on his hard rod.
     "I want to kiss it.  I want your cock in my mouth.  Do you
like to have your dick sucked?"  I can't believe I am saying
those words.  I've only sucked my husband's cock twice and didn't
enjoy it.
     "It's my favorite thing in the whole world."
     I kneel down in front of Ken, unfasten his cutoffs and slide
them down to the floor.  I am on my knees admiring his beautiful
big hard dick, his hairy balls, and his muscular thighs.  Taking
his massive cock in my hand, I move it to my mouth, open my lips
and slide them over his swollen purple head and begin sucking it
like a popsickle.  I relish the salty moisture on its tip.  I savor
the musk of his shaft.  Cupping his balls in my hand, I squeeze
them gently as I lick down his long shaft and then lick each
fuzzy ball, one at a time.  I take a ball into my mouth and suck
it.  All the time my hands are massaging his firm butt.  I place
his dick in my mouth again and suck as hard as I can.
     "You suck so good.  I always knew that you could suck a dick!"  
Now Ken is moaning and breathing so hard he can hardly talk.
     In just a few seconds his dick begins to swell even more and
starts jerking.  His cum fills my mouth.  I forgot that young
boys cum much sooner than older men.  I swallow all his warm
salty cum and feel very disappointed that he came so quickly.  
     Snapping back to reality, I ponder what has just happened. 
I have done wrong.  I have sucked off the little boy next door. 
I am so ashamed that I let myself get so carried away.  What if
Bob finds out?  Will he leave me?  I can't look at Ken.  I hope
he leaves quickly.  Will Bobby find out?  Will I be the subject
of neighborhood gossip?  Will Ken tell his friends how he got
Bobby's Mom to suck him off?  Will other young boys come over
expecting a blow job?  What if a whole group of boys come over
and hold me down?  What would they do to me?  It's all my fault
for letting him see the tops of my breasts earlier.  I got him
turned on and he couldn't help himself.
     But Ken doesn't leave.  He lays me on the floor and kneels
beside me.  
     Feeling terribly guilty, I close my eyes so I won't have to
look at him.  
     He removes my panties.  He spreads my legs and kneels
between them.  
     I am too humiliated to resist.  I just lay limp on the
floor.  
     His hands lightly glide all over my pussy as he examines it
visually for the first time.  I have very thin pubic hair and he
has no trouble seeing my pussy in the bright daylight.  He
spreads open my engorged lips and investigates my slit.  He bends
over and kisses my downy pubic area.  His kisses drift between my
outer lips and down to my wet opening.  His tongue slowly dips 
inside  me!  
     It feels great.  My breathing again is very deep.  I put my
hands on his head and run my fingers through his hair.
     His tongue wanders all around inside my hot pussy.  He
slides it in and out.  I feel his tongue work its way up between
my wet inner lips, licking very quickly as it slowly inches its
way up to my awaiting clit.  He licks my clit several times
quickly with his tongue.
     "That feels wonderful."
     He sucks my clit into his mouth and moves it in and out, in
and out, squeezing tightly on it each time it passes between his 
wet lips.
     "Don't stop.  Please don't stop!"
     My hips raise up off the floor to his mouth.  I am breathing
very hard.  My skin begins to tingle all over.  All my muscles
tense at once.
     "I'm cumming!  Ooohh!  I'm cumming!  Suck my pussy!"
     After several unimaginable minutes of orgasm, my body
relaxes and Ken moves up and lays on top of me.  It feels so good
to have this strong young body laying on me.  I wrap my arms
around him and hug him tightly.  My legs are spread and laying
flat on the floor.  We kiss passionately. 
     Ken moves his head down to my breasts.  He licks around each
sensitive nipple.  Then gently sucks a nipple into his mouth.  He
sucks on first one breast then the other.  His tongue flicks each
nipple.  He kisses my neck and sucks on  my earlobe and I feel
his hot breath blowing in my ear.  Then he again kisses me on the
mouth.  It is a very long tender erotic kiss.  
     I wrap my arms around him and stroke his muscular back with
both hands.  I rub his neck and the back of his head.  I feel
something move between my legs.  He is getting hard again! 
Something else I forgot about young boys.  Their hard-ons return
very quickly.  
     Without using his hands Ken moves his hips and his penis is
rubbing between my still wet pussy lips!  We both are breathing
passionately again.
     "Oh, Ken.  Put it in me.  I need you to fuck me.  Please 
fuck me."  I can only talk between breaths.
     My legs are spread as wide as I can get them.  I reach down
and take his rigid dick in my hand and guide it to my wet
opening.  He gently slides just the head in.  He moves it around
real slow.  Never putting it in very far.  He is teasing me!  He
is driving me wild! 
     "Ken I want it all. Fuck me hard!"
     He drills the whole thing inside in one hard stroke.  It is
marvelous.  It completely fills my pussy.  
     I wrap my legs around his waist and he begins to thrust.  Up
and down, in and out.  It feels SO GOOD!  I can feel the head and
veins of his powerful dick sliding on my inside walls.  He is
great!  Pumping with long powerful strokes, he thrusts and
thrusts and thrusts.  He is driving me wild with excitement. 
Lasting much longer this time, he cups my breast in one hand and
I grab his round firm butt in both my hands.  My groin starts to
tingle again and I know I am about to cum another time.  My
muscles are tensing again and I have that wonderful feeling of
orgasm.  I feel Ken's dick swell inside me and begin its jerking
motion that tells me he is cumming also.
     Ken collapses on top of me with his dick still inside my
listless pussy.  He kisses me again.  Does this man-child never
get tired?  I want to put my legs together but he is laying
between them.  His tongue probes the inside of my mouth.  In just
a few minutes I feel his dick, which is still inside me, swelling
one more time.  He starts a very slow shallow pumping motion with
his hips.
     "Penny, I have fantasized about fucking you since I learned
about fucking.  I used to jerk off so many times while thinking
about you after coming over here to play with Bobby.  I loved the
way you used to wear your fingernails long and when I watched you
smoke I used to dream it was my cock you were putting between
those wet red lips."
     "Oh, Ken, I had no idea!"  I had never thought about me
being in someone else's fantasy.
     He is pumping very slowly.  One hand is fondling my naked
breast.  My pussy is getting wetter and wetter.  I can feel his
cum from the previous time running down the crack of my ass and
getting the carpet wet.  His kisses are tender and long.  I stick
my tongue into his mouth and rub his back with one hand and the
back of his neck and head with the other.  I am breathing 
passionately again!
     "Oh, Ken this feels so good!"  I spread my legs wide apart 
and flat on the floor, too tired to wrap around his waist.  My 
pelvis is moving in rhythm with his.  His dick is completely hard 
again and fills my pussy.  My groin begins to tingle again and I 
know yet another orgasm is fast approaching.
     At that moment he pulls his swollen dick out of my pussy.
     "No!" I scream. "Please don't stop!"
     "Turn over, Penny, and lay on your stomach."
     I frantically do as instructed.  I've GOT to have that cock
back inside me!  Ken is in complete control of me as he has been
the whole time.  I feel the soft fur of the carpet against my
swollen tits.  It feels very warm.  I spread my legs as wide as
possible to accept his huge dick into my eager cunt.  He kneels
between my legs then lays on top of me.  I feel his dick between
my pussy lips.  
     He slides it between my lips then deep into my wildly
sensitive pussy.
     I am laying flat on the carpet on my stomach with my legs
spread as wide as possible.  He slowly moves his full-grown dick
in and out, up and down.  I move my butt up and down in rhythm
with him.  It feels so good.  My skin starts to tingle all
over my body.  I want to hug him but I am on my stomach and can't
reach him.  I am near orgasm again.  He pulls out before I cum.
     "No!  Don't stop!  I want to cum!"
     He turns me over and puts his knees on each side of my head. 
     His enormous dick is right in front of my mouth.  I hold it
in my hand and lick our love juices off his shaft.  
     He bends over and presses his tongue between my swollen
pussy lips and begins licking my clit.  
     I open my mouth and accept his dick into it as he does the
same with my clit. I've read about this position but never done
it.  I am doing 69 with the kid next door!  
     He moves his hips up and down.  He is fucking my face!  I
love it!
     I feel my crotch tingling again.  My muscles tighten, I
loose my breath.  I am about to cum.  I feel his dick swell in my
mouth.  I start another orgasm.  
     Ken continues to lick my pussy and suck my clit into his
mouth.  His huge dick starts jerking and his cum strikes the back
of my throat.  I swallow every drop.  I suck him hard, wanting
more sweet cum.
     I am still cumming!  
     Ken's dick begins to shrink and he collapses with his full
weight on me and his soft dick all the way in my mouth.  His
pubic hair is tickling my chin and his balls on my nose.  
     I am still cumming!  
     Ken is still sucking my clit.  I have never cum this long
before.  I have never cum this many times before.  
     I am still cumming!  I can't breathe.  My heart in pounding. 
     I am still cumming!  
     Ken's soft dick is still in my mouth.  
     I am still cumming!  I suck strongly on his dick.  My legs
are beginning to cramp from being so tense so long.  I put my
arms around Ken and hug him as tight as I can.  I continue
sucking his limp dick.  
     Finally the waves of orgasm are slowing.  I thought I would
die!  It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had in my life.  My
body finally relaxes.  Ken's dick is still in my mouth.  It gets
half hard.  I suck just a few more minutes and he shoots a small
load in my mouth and he relaxes with his head at my pussy and his
dick still in my mouth.  
     Ken very lightly traces my sore pussy lips with his
finger.  I know he is examining it and I am happy that he wants
to.  I want him to know every fold of skin in my most private
area.  
     I remove his dick from my mouth and examine it.  All these
years, and I've never looked at a cock this closely.  I examine
his furry balls and study where they meet his butt.  I feel the
nuts in his sacks.  I explore the veins in his protrusion.
     After about 30 minutes of both of us exploring and studying
each other, Ken gets up, gets dressed, walks over and gives me a
sweet kiss on the mouth.  I am still laying naked on the living
room floor.
     "Thanks Penny, you're the best.  I have to go home now.  Mom
will be wondering where I am."
     "Thank you, Ken.  You were wonderful. I must have a
submissive streak in me.  I loved being under your control like
that.  I hope we keep this little episode just between us. If
anyone else found out, it could cause a lot of problems."
     "Don't worry, it'll be out secret.  Bye now."




From ???@??? Wed Oct 16 13:54:46 1996
      



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C H A P T E R   II  ......... One month later.......


     I haven't seen Ken, since that fateful day about a month
ago.  Deep down inside, I would like for it to happen again.  It
has given me a whole new outlook on life.  I feel so much more
sensuous and have so much more confidence in myself.  I've
started painting my nails again and wearing the red lipstick that
Ken admired.  I've bought myself sexy new lingerie.  Bob even 
commented on how attentive I've been to him.  When we make love,
I feel much more passion than I've ever felt and I have multiple
orgasms almost every time.
     I am on my way home from work and Bob is away on another
business trip.  I really would like to see Ken again.  My heart
begins to throb as I round the curve and see Ken in his yard. 
Then my heart sinks as I see another guy in the yard with him.
     "Damn."
     When I get out of the car, I wave at Ken and he waves back. 
Damn, why does that other guy have to be there?  We could have had
another wonderful afternoon.
     I get a bottle of wine from the fridge and begin pouring. 
There is a knock on the door.  It's Ken and his friend.
     "Hi, Penny, this is Steve."
     Steve is a older than Ken, about 28 or 29, taller, and built
just as well.  He has dark hair, brown eyes, and is about 6'2"
and about 200 pounds.  Both are wearing tank tops and shorts to
show off their muscles.  I am a little apprehensive.  Why has Ken
brought this guy here?
     "Hello, Steve, it's nice to meet you."  We shake hands.
     "It's nice to meet you, Penny.  I've heard a lot about you
from Ken."
     I know my face is red as I look toward Ken.
     "Steve and I work out together.  We talk a lot while we work
out."
     "What did you say about me, Ken?" I say with a stern voice. 
I am anxious to hear the answer.
     Ken puts his strong arms around me, pulls me tightly to him,
and kisses me on the mouth.
     "Ken!"
     With his arms still around me, Ken said, "Your mouth is so
beautiful.  You're lipstick tastes like candy.  It's okay, Penny, 
Steve's cool."
     "Ken, it's not okay!  I am a respectable woman and I don't go
around kissing young men in public."
     "This is not public.  It is in your house."
     "I am a married woman and I don't kiss young men anywhere!" 
I try to push away from Ken.  
     He holds his arms around me and clutches my lower body tight
against his.  Why did he have to bring Steve here?  I would love
to have sex with him, but not with Steve here.
     Ken kisses me on the mouth again.  Unable to resist, I put
my arms around his neck and kiss back for just a few seconds.  His  
tongue is wonderful.  I decide that he probably has told Steve about 
our late afternoon escapade last month.
     Steve moves real close behind me and presses his hard body
right up against mine.  I am caught in a sandwich between the two
burly young men.  Steve places a hand on each side of my pelvis
and pulls my rear end tight against him.  Feeling a hard lump at
his crotch, I try to squirm free, but I only seem to excite Steve
as my butt wiggles across his crotch.  Each one of them is
holding me tight and I can't move very much.  Steve's hands
wander up my rib cage until he has a hand under each of my
armpits.  I can't lower my arms from Ken's neck because of the
way Ken is holding me.  I know what is coming next.
     "No!  Stop this right now!"  I try to sound firm.
     Ken holds me tight against him.  
     Steve's hands slide forward until he has each one of my
breasts covered by his large palms.  I was afraid this would
happen.  He squeezes my breasts several times.  He pushes them
up, then he gropes with them some more.  He finds my hardened
nipples and pinches them through my bra.
     I try to protest, but Ken has his tongue in my mouth.
     As Steve continues to fondle my breasts, I feel his groin
hunching against my butt.  He leans over and kisses me
passionately on the neck while Ken is still kissing me on the
mouth.  The hair stands up on my neck.
     I tear my lips free.  "No!  I will not allow this!  This 
is too kinky for me!"
     Steve's right hand leaves my breast, moves to my buttocks
and begins massaging my right butt cheek.  He sucks my earlobe
into his mouth, blowing his hot breath on my ear.  He rubs my
breast with his left hand and my behind with his right for
several minutes.  He works my skirt up over my bottom and 
slides his hand into my panties as his tongue explores my ear.  I
am glad I wearing the garters and hose and lacy black panties I
bought last week.  I feel his large coarse hand wander all over
the bare skin of my rump and his hot breath on my ear.
     "Please stop. I don't want this!"
     I am getting so turned on, I feel like a slut.  I try to feel 
angry.  Where do these guys get off, coming in my house and trying to
have their way with me.  I don't want this to happen, but they 
won't stop.
     Steve gets on his knees behind me and lowers my panties to
my ankles.  
     Ken rubs my breast.  He kneads it very gently through my
blouse and bra with his sensitive hand.  
     Steve lifts my feet, one at a time, off the floor and
removes my underwear.  He leaves my high heels on.  He unfastens
my skirt and pulls both it and my half slip to the floor.  Naked
from the waist down, I can feel Steve staring at my bare butt. 
He leans forward and kisses it.
     "Please don't," I beg, trying one more time to stop them.
     While Ken continues to kiss me, he fondles my breast through
my blouse and bra.  
     Wrapping both his hands around my right ankle, Steve moves
it about a foot away from the left one.  
     Ken is holding me off balance and I can't get my legs back
together.  I wish I were alone with Ken.  I would love to have
sex with him again, have him cum in my mouth and pussy.  I am so 
turned on, it is unbelievable.  I have never even fantasized 
about two men at the same time, and here it is happening!  
     Steve's hands, still both wrapped around my right ankle
begin to slowly slide up my hose clad leg.  As they slowly work
their way up over my calf, I can feel a palm on each side of my
calf, fingers in front on my shin bone, thumbs in back.  I am
glad I shaved my legs this morning.  When he reaches about half
way up my leg, he pauses and tickles the back of my knee with his
thumbs.  It feels very good.  Steve has found one of my erogenous
zones!
     I start to kiss Ken passionately.  After he unbuttons my
blouse and pushes it off my shoulders, he reaches behind me,
unhooks my low cut black bra and it falls to the floor between
us.  He takes my newly liberated breast in his hand and gently
presses it.  I start groaning continuously.
     Steve's hands resume their journey up my leg.  They stretch
my garters and let them snap back against my thighs.  When they
reach just below my crotch, his left hand (the one between my
legs) stops and his right hand continues up to rub and knead my
bare butt.  He moves my right cheek all around and then just
slides his hand all over my rear end.
     Nobody's ever paid so much attention to my ass.  It feels good.  
I move my bare bottom in circles.  His left hand slides up my now wet 
inner thigh and touches my puffy labia. 
     "Oohh!"  I freeze.
     He slides his hand forward, between my legs, up to my pubic
bone and toys with my hairs for a few seconds, then moves back 
down to the top of my split and moves his finger down
the entire length of my crevice and back up, never dipping
between my lips, just feeling the crack where they meet.  The
feeling is unbelievable.  I want his fingers between my lips. 
For several minutes, Steve explores my cunt lips then finally,
he slips a finger between them and up into my wet and willing
pussy.
     I gasp yet again and spread my legs a little wider.  I start
humping his hand fast.
     Ken bends over and takes a nipple into his mouth.  He sucks
it hard, but not hard enough to hurt.  
     Steve slips more fingers up me.  I can't tell how many.  He
slides them in and out.  I arch my back, sticking my butt back to
Steve.
     "Oh, Christ!  I can't stand it," I hear myself say.  "Let's go to

the bedroom."
     Steve stands up and we walk to the bedroom.  I am in middle
and both guys have their arms around me.  I feel awkward as I am
the only one who is naked.  I am sure both the boys are watching
my breasts jiggle as we walk down the hallway.  Feeling proud, I
hold them out as far as I can.
     When we get to the bedroom, I turn the covers all the way
back to the floor and lay down on the king size bed to watch the
boys get undressed.  I have seen Ken's magnificent naked body
before, so I am really eager to see Steve.  He doesn't disappoint
me.  His body is fantastic.  Larger and more mature that Ken's
and a lot hairier.  His organ is erect and gigantic.
     "One of you go back to the living room.  I want to have sex
with both of you, but only one at a time."
     They both get on the bed with me.  One on each side.  
     "No!  Only one at a time.  One of you must go to the other
room."
     "No, Chickie, we are friends.  We will fuck you together,"
Steve announces.
     "My name is not 'Chickie.'  I won't have sex with both of
you at the same time," I assert as I sit up on the bed.
     Steve puts his hand on my breast and pushes me back to a
reclining position.  He bends over and kisses me on the mouth for
the first time.  My first impression is of the stubble of his
beard on my chin and below my nose.  He slips his tongue into my
mouth.  He takes my left hand and places it on his incredibly
huge organ.  
     I wrap my fingers around it and begin stroking.  I can
barely reach around it.
     Ken puts my right hand on his member also.  It feels so
bizarre and exciting to have a cock in each hand.  I have never
done that before.
     As I kiss Steve deeply and play with both hard dicks, each one of
them fondles a breast.  It feels strange having two people play
with my breasts.  Ken feels the right one gently and tenderly. 
Steve, in contrast, is harsh, to the point of being painful.
     "I told you she had great tits!"
     Now I know Ken has told.  I wonder how many other people he
has told.
     "You were right, Dude.  Penny, your knockers are great."
     I feel anger and embarrassment and flattered.  Anger at Ken
for telling about our escapade and embarrassment at the two of
them talking about my naked breasts.  And proud that two handsome
young studs find me so exciting.
     Ken slides down and begins sucking on the breast he is
playing with and soon Steve does the same.  I have wondered how
it would feel to have both breasts sucked at the same time and it
is wondrous.  I feel like a bitch dog suckling two puppies.
"Oohh, yes, that's it.  That's fantastic."
     I spread my legs as Steve's hand slips down to my most
private pubic area.  His finger enters my split at the very top,
slides down between my lips to my clit and begins to harshly rub
it.
     "Ouch.  Not so hard.  It hurts."
     "That's ok, Chickie, it'll feel good in a minute when you
get used to it."
     I don't like being called "Chickie."  I am beginning not to
like Steve so much.  He is much cruder than Ken.  He places both
my outer lips between his thumb and forefinger and pulls.  He
crams his finger into my wet vagina.
     I yelp, but it's already starting to feel good.
     He fingers me for several minutes while they both continue
to suck my breasts.  I get very wet.  He returns to my clit and
again coarsely rubs it.  This time it feels really fabulous.
     "Oh, yes."
     "Didn't I tell you she was hot!"
     I could tell that Ken was trying to impress his older,
unrefined friend.
     "You found her, Dude.  You fuck her first."
     I don't like the way that sounded.  I feel very sleazy, like
a whore.  I don't like the way this is going.
     "No.  Not while Steve is in here."  
     Ken immediately rolls over on me and gently eases his penis
into me.  I can't fight it.  I'm too hot.  It feels so good.  As 
I put my arms around his back, I raise my legs and move in rhythm 
with him.
     "Oh yes.  Oh yes.  Do it.  Yes."  I really enjoy Ken.  He is
good,
but it is weird having sex with someone while someone else is in
the bed watching.
     Steve takes my left hand from Ken's back and puts it back on
his huge cock.  I pump my hand up and down on his gigantic shaft. 
He is still roughly probing my breast.  Ken continues to thrust
his dick deep inside my orifice.
     I'm jacking Steve real hard.  "Oh yes.  Yes.  I love it."
     Ken begins to breath very hard and his muscles all tense at
once.  I feel his dick shooting its juice into me.  He relaxes
for a few seconds, allowing all his weight to rest on me, then he
rolls off onto the bed beside me.
     In an instant, Steve rolls over onto me and rams his massive
dick into my surprised pussy.
     I cry out in pain as his gigantic organ stretches me to the
limit.  I feel like I have been impaled on a baseball bat.  Tears
come to my eyes.  
     Steve slams into me time after time.  After a very few
minutes, my pussy adjusts to his huge size and it begins to feel
incredibly good, even better than Ken's sweet cock was.
     "Oh!  Oh.  Shit yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard and nasty!  Oh 
Steve, I love it.  Fuck me like a WHORE!"
     Steve is thrusting so hard that my breasts are bouncing all
over my chest, almost hitting my chin.  I pull him to me, roughly
kiss his stubbly face, stick my tongue in his mouth, and rub my
hands all over his back and ass.  Steve is an animal.  I have
never experienced anything like this in my wildest dreams.
     Ken reaches over and begins to fondle my breast, paying a
lot of attention to my very hard, very long nipple.  He sucks my
nipple into his mouth and nibbles on it.
     "Oh!  Shit!" 
     I feel my body begin to tingle and feel a fast approaching
orgasm.  I reach down and wrap my fingers around Ken's cock,
which has already become hard again.  I thrust my pelvis as high
as I can.
     "I'm cumming!  Fuck me harder!  Harder, you bastard!"
     I'm screaming so loud it hurts my throat.
     Steve is still thrusting.  He hasn't cum yet.  He has much
more staying power than Ken.  I am still pumping Ken's organ with
my hand.  Suddenly Steve turns me over very quickly jerking my
nipple out of Ken's mouth and my hand away from Ken's dick.  He
reaches around my waist and pulls me on my knees and elbows
before I know what has happened.  He quickly jams his gigantic
cock back into me from the rear and resumes his hard thrusts.
     "Oh God yes.  Fuck me like a dirty bitch dog.  Yes.  More!"
     "Ken, fuck her in the mouth!"
     Ken obeys his older friend and moves around to my head, puts
his legs on each side of me and leans back against the headboard
sitting up.  His hard cock is right in front of my face pointing
straight up at my lips.  
     "Fuck my mouth, Ken.  I need it in my mouth."
     I open my lips and lower them over Ken's excited maleness. 
I can taste my love juices, mixed with his cum, still on him.  I
move my head up and down as I suck on him.  I really like
pleasing Ken.  He is such a nice young man.  I make purring 
slurping noises as I eat his lovely dick.
     Ken reaches down on each side of my head and finds my wildly
swinging breasts and caresses them both.  Steve wraps one hand
around my waist and finds my clit and kneads it roughly.  With
his other hand, he slaps my butt, hard.  It is very loud and
stings a lot.
     Ken sees what Steve did and begins slapping my breasts.  It
is painful, but not excruciating.
     As he slaps the outside of each breast, it swings toward the
other and they slap together.
     Steve again slaps my butt.  My butt is stinging and both
breasts are beginning to sting.  Steve is still rubbing my clit
and pumping my pussy real hard.  I am engulfed by all the fiery
stimulation.  I feel those familiar sensations and I know I am
near to an orgasm.
     "I love it.  Slap my ass.  Fuck me.  Rub my pussy!!!"
     I lower my head and take in as much of Ken into my mouth as
I can.
     Just before I reach the moment of no return, Steve pulls out
of me.
     "No!  Fuck me!  Please don't stop!  Treat me like a cheap
whore," I beg desperately.  I'll die if I don't cum.
     "Hold her arms, Ken."
     Ken wraps his hands around each of my wrists.  I am
surprised.  I don't know what to expect.
     Steve grabs my legs and jerks my knees out from under me.  I
am now flat on my stomach with Steve kneeling between my legs and
my face in Ken's crotch.  Steve takes his dick in his hand and
eases it between my cheeks of my ass, to my anus.  
     "No!"
     I squeeze my sphincter muscles as tight as I can to keep him
out, but Steve is too well lubricated and he slowly pushes into
my rectum.  
     When I open my mouth to scream,, Steve pushes my head down 
so that my open mouth engulfs Ken's hard dick.
     "Relax your butt, Chickie, and it won't hurt so much."
     It is so painful, l will try anything.  I try to relax. 
Steve is laying with all his weight on me.  After a few minutes
of concentration, gasping around Ken's big hard cock, I manage to
relax my anal muscles.  It starts to feel good to have Steve's
immense cock sliding in and out of my hugely stretched ass.
     Ken is really enjoying the blow job, telling what a fine
cocksucker I am.  My saliva shines on his shaft, drips down my 
chin.  I really starting to enjoy having Steve fuck my ass.  He 
is pushing all the way into me, where nothing has ever been before.  
I feel full, gloriously full.  My clit begins tingling again, more
wildly than before.  Could I be near orgasm from being ass fucked?  
Yes!  I shudder and shake like an earthquake.  My second orgasm
starts!  
     Steve puts his hand on the back of my head and presses it
all the way down on Ken's dick.  It goes all the way down my
throat.  I gag.  I try to pull my head up, but Steve keeps it
pressed down.  My orgasm continues, goes on and on forever.  My
clit tingles like someone is rubbing it, but no one is.  I force
my head up and catch two quick breaths.  Steve's body begins to
shudder as wildly as mine is and I feel his dick spurting a huge
load of cum up my ass.  I am still cumming.  Steve is cumming.  I
didn't know I could have an orgasm from butt fucking.  Finally my
orgasm subsides and Steve collapses on top of me.  I am
exhausted.  Steve eventually rolls off me.
     "Ok, Kid, your turn to fuck her in the ass."
     I am too tired to object.
     But Ken rolls me over on my back, spreads my legs and eases
into my tired, sore pussy.  I am so glad that it is Ken fucking
me now, instead of big rough Steve.  I open my legs to accept
him.  Ken gently eases in and out, up and down.  My hips begin
rising and falling and I hear myself grunting like an animal.
     Steve begins to fondle my tender breasts again.  I am sore
all over.
     "Not so hard.  They're tender."
     My pussy again begins to tingle.  I am about to cum again. 
My body begins to shake uncontrollably.  Steve moves around to my
head and places his limp dick just above my mouth.
     My third orgasm begins.  I have to open my mouth to breathe. 
Steve lowers his soft dick into my mouth.  I thought it would be
repulsive since it had been up my ass just a few minutes ago, but
it isn't.  I can taste a little rectum on it, but it isn't bad. 
I begin sucking hungrily.  My orgasm continues.  Nothing exists
except my convulsing pussy and my sucking mouth.  Steve massages 
my breasts.  It hurts, but the pain only makes my orgasm better.
     Ken's body tenses and he begins to shoot his load into my
exhausted pussy.  This orgasm goes on forever.  I am still
sucking Steve's dick and Ken is still fucking me.  Steve plays
with my tits.  At last, my orgasm subsides. 
     Steve's dick begins to swell and I continue to suck it.  It
swells so big that I think my lips will rip in two.  Thankfully,
in just a few seconds he empties his jism into my mouth.  I
swallow as much as I can.  He removes his hard dick from my mouth
and I feel like my jaws won't close.
     Steve rolls off the bed and begins to get dressed.
     "Come on, Dude, we gotta split."
     Ken starts to get off the bed.
     "Ken, please stay with me for a little while."
     "Okay.  You go ahead, Steve, I'll see you tomorrow at
workout."
     Steve leave leaves and Ken turns to me.  "I'm sorry, Penny. 
I didn't know he would be so rough.  He's really a nice guy."
     "Just come here and lay down."
     He does.
     "Put your arms around me and hold me for a few minutes."
     We turn to face each other and embrace.  Tears roll down my
cheeks.  I think back on what has happened the last two hours.  I
was really turned on and had three orgasms.  It was great.  Then 
why do I feel so bad?
     Ken rubs my bare back.  I do the same to him.  He is so
sweet and gentle.  It feels so good to feel his naked body next
to mine.
     I know why I feel bad.  I feel cheap and trashy like a $5
whore.  I just got fucked by two men, in the pussy and in the
ass, and I sucked them both off and swallowed their cum.  They
played with my tits and pussy.  They fingered me.  One of these
men, I didn't even know.  And nothing's ever felt so good.  I
begin to realize just how much a slut I really am.  I love everything
that they did to me
     Ken wipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses me on the end
of my nose.  He very lightly touches his lips to mine.  Ken is so
nice and understanding.  I kiss him back.  It is a very soft
kiss.
     "Penny, you're the greatest fuck in the world.  I wish you
could have seen yourself cumming.  You were so beautiful, so sexy
with your smeared lipstick and those nasty hose and heels."
     I feel his cock move against my thigh.  His words fill me
with another rush of need.  I roll over onto my back and pull Ken
on top of me.  I spread my legs and his hard dick is at my
vagina.  It very slowly and gently slips inside me.
     My voice is a whisper. "Oh, Ken. I love for you to fuck me.  
I love turning you on.  I love doing nasty things for you."
     Ken slides in and out of me very slowly and tenderly, with
very long strokes. 
     It is like watching a XXX movie on the VCR in super slow
motion.  I see myself as he's described me, waving my heels high
in the air, humping as slowly as he is, my red nails digging into
his muscular young ass.  With each out-stroke, he pulls all the
way out and then slides the whole thing all the way back in as
far as it will go, very slowly.  It is the sweetest, most tender 
fuck I have ever had.
     This continues for almost an hour and then my clit begins to
catch fire again.  Goose bumps pop up all over my body.  Ken senses 
that I am near orgasm and it causes him to go over the edge also.  Ken
begins shorter and faster and harder strokes.  We cum together
for a long time.
     Ken lays on top of me for several minutes after it is over. 
He gets up and gets dressed, comes over to the bed and kisses me
good-by.
     "Thanks, Penny, you're the best in the world."
     "Thank you, Ken. Bye."
     I close my eyes for just a moment and don't wake up until
morning.  I must get ready for another day.




From ???@??? Wed Oct 16 13:55:23 1996
     



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C H A P T E R   III ...... The Next Week ..........



     It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade
show and won't be home until Sunday night late.  Bobby is coming
home from college for the weekend tomorrow and I am really
looking forward to seeing him.  It's been over a month now.  I am
terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third glass
of wine and smoking too many cigarettes while watching some 
stupid program on tv.
     Under my sweat pants and sweat shirt, I'm wearing a new bra
and panty set I bought just after Ken and Steve fucked me.  The
bra is so low cut my aureoles are visible and the panties are
really just a g-string.  I've just done my nails.  I'm wearing
make up even though I know no one is around to notice.  I feel
wicked and horny and lonely.
     The phone rings.
     "Hello."
     "Hi, Penny, this is Ken." 
     My body starts to tingle just hearing his voice.  I am so glad 
to hear from him.  "Hi, Ken."
     "Is it okay if I come down.  I see Bob's car is not there."
     "Is anyone with you?"  I hope he is alone.  I am not going
to let him come down if anyone else is with him.
     "Only my girlfriend, Ann."
     "Oh."  I hope I don't sound disappointed.  I really wish he 
was alone.  "Sure, come on down."
     I hurry into the bedroom, wanting to be pretty for him, even
though he's bringing his girlfriend.  I fix my lipstick, knowing
how much he likes it.  I'm just stepping into the closet, looking
for something nice to wear, when there is a knock on the door. 
It is Ken and Ann.
     "Penny, this is Ann."
     "Hello, Ann, it's a pleasure to meet you.  You two come in." 
We shake hands.
     Ann is very tall.  About 5'11" with wavy red hair cascading
over her shoulders.  She is stunning.  Her skin is very white
with almost no freckles.  Her face is as impeccably made up as my
own.  Ann is wearing a very short black leather skirt and a white
blouse.  She is much older than Ken (I would estimate about
34-35), and one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.  I
can see why Ken has fallen for her.  It makes me jealous.
     I feel very drab in my sweat pants and sweat shirt.
     I fix them each a glass of wine and pour myself my fourth
glass of the night.  Ken and Ann sit on the couch and I take the
easy chair across the room.  We make small talk and have several
more drinks for almost an hour.
     We begin to talk about the dancing lessons I gave Ken
several weeks ago.
     "I want to thank you, Penny, for teaching Ken to dance.  He
is really a good dancer now.  He was too embarrassed to ask me to
teach him."
     Surely he didn't tell Ann how that dance lesson ended.
     "Why don't we dance now?" Ken suggests.
     "Okay," agrees Ann.
     "I'll put on some music while you two move the coffee
table," I add.
     I put on a CD of old love songs.  
     Ken and Ann begin to dance.  They dance very close, pressing
their bodies tightly together.  They are a very nice looking
couple.  I get jealous again watching Ken hold her so close.
     After the first song, Ken asks me to dance and I accept.  I
am a little wobbly from all the wine tonight.  He holds me close
up against him and rest my head on his shoulder.  He does dance
very good.  I close my eyes and fantasize.  I wish Ann weren't
here.  I would like to take Ken to the bedroom.
     All too soon the song is over.  I don't want to stop.
     "Okay.  You've each danced with me, but you haven't danced
with each other."
     "Oh, Ken, don't be silly."  I am appalled at his suggestion.
     "It's okay with me, if Penny doesn't mind.  I'd love to dance
with her."
     Before I can object, Ann walks over to me and puts both arms
around my waist.  The next song starts.  I don't know how to get
out of this gracefully, so I put my arms on Ann's shoulders and
we begin to dance.  Ann gently pulls me against her.  Her body is
so soft.  Her beautiful red hair tickles my face.  I have to lay
my head on her shoulder to keep her hair pressed down so it
doesn't tickle me.  I have never danced slow with another woman.
     Ann strokes my back with both her hands.  One hand slips
under my sweat shirt.  It is incredibly soft and smooth as it
glides so effortlessly across my back.  She very lightly slides
her soft hand up to my shoulder.
     A very low moan escapes my mouth.  I snuggle up even closer
to Ann.  Her soft body feels so good against mine.  I can feel
her breasts pressing on my chest, just above my breasts.  Her
legs brush against mine.  It feels so weird to dance with another
woman.  I have never been this close to another woman in my adult
life.
     Her hand drifts down my back, across my bra and unhooks it.
     I put my lips on Ann's neck and softly kiss it.
     Her hand slips around to my chest and cups one of my breasts
underneath my unfastened bra.
     "Oh, Ann."
     It feels phenomenal!  I have never had such a feeling in my
life.  Her hands are incredibly soft and smooth on my breast.  I
look up at Ann and without thinking, I kiss her on the mouth.  I
taste the candy of her lipstick and know she's tasting mine too. 
It is my first kiss with a woman.
     Ann kisses me back, oh so warmly and tenderly.  Her tongue
enters my mouth.  She licks my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my
gums, my teeth, my lips at the same time she fondles my sensitive
breast.  
     The room seems to get real hot.  Goose bumps pop up all over
my body.  My vagina gets wet and my clit tingles.
     I lower my arms to the buttons on this beautiful redhead's
blouse.  My trembling hands slowly unbutton the top button.  I 
pause to see if she is going to object, then I tentatively
move my quivering hands to the next button.  I feel like I'm
dreaming as I watch my long red nails work.  As I unfasten the
second button, I notice she doesn't have on a bra.  Lingering a 
few moments, I move to the next button and finally the
bottom one.  My eyes don't move from her cleavage.  I slowly open
her blouse and slide it off her soft shoulders.  I uncover the
most beautiful breasts I have seen in my life!  They are about a
"C" cup and contoured perfectly, with only a very small 
amount of sag.  The skin on her breasts is creamy white with
large, perfectly round reddish areolas surrounding pencil eraser
size nipples in the center.  I place my hand on one of her
breasts.  
     Ann moans lightly.
     Her succulent breast is so incredibly soft and pliable.  I
compress it gently to feel its softness.  I push it up high on
her chest then move it around in circles.  I tug on her hard
nipple.  I am fascinated playing with her breasts!
     Ann moans again as she squeezes my breast and slides her 
other hand under the elastic of my sweat pants and under my panties 
and rubs my bare bottom.
     "It feels so good," I whisper.  I feel my panties getting
wetter and wetter.
     I lower my head, take one of Ann's pristine nipples into my
mouth and suck on it.  I lick it and lick circles around it.  It
feels so good to suck her soft breast.
     Ann's breathing deepens considerably.
     I haven't sucked a woman's breast since I was a baby.  I
feel her smooth skin around my mouth.  I put my hand on her other
breast, cuddle it then play with her hard nipple.
     Ann pulls me up straight, raises my hands over my head,
slips my sweat shirt over my head and drops it on the floor. 
When I lower my arms, my unhooked bra slips off my shoulders. 
She stands in front of me, inspecting my naked breasts.  
     I hold my stomach in, shoulders black and stick them out.  I
hope she likes them.
     She smiles and places a hand on each of my breasts.  She
moves them around all over my chest.  She holds each nipple and
shakes my breasts.  Oh, it feels so good!
     I return to her breasts, as I slide my hands all over them
and press them against her rib cage.  I can't believe how good it
feels to play with breasts.  No wonder boys were always after
mine when I was younger.
     Ken walks up behind me.  
     It startles me because I was so wrapped up in Ann, I forgot
he was here!
     He places his hands on the elastic waistband of my sweat
pants and slides them down to the floor along with my panties.
     l step out of them while still holding Ann's supple breasts.
     Ken moves behind Ann, unfastens her skirt, lowers it and her
panties.
     She never releases my breasts as she steps out of them.  One
hand leaves my breast and finds my pubic region, clasps a handful
of my soft hairs and pulls me close to her.  She kisses me full
on the mouth, this time with great passion.  Her finger sinks
between my engorged outer lips, slides to my wet orifice and
enters me.
     I spread my legs wider so that she will have no trouble 
getting as deep into me as she wants to.
     She slides her finger out of me, glides it all over my
genitals, exploring every nook and cranny, then back between my
lips to my clit.
     My hands leave Ann's precious breasts and I wrap my arms
around her beautiful body and hug her tight, pressing our breasts
together.  My legs are so weak, I have to hold on to Ann to keep
from losing my balance.
     "Oh yes. Please don't stop. Just a little more. I'm going 
to cum!"  In just a few more seconds, I tremble all over, arch 
my tingling pussy toward her and begin a huge climax.
     I kiss Ann on the mouth and frantically slide my tongue
inside.  I move my hands to her firm round butt and pull her
genitals against mine.  I slide my hands all over her butt, which
is incredibly round, solid, and oh, so smooth.  It feels so good
to have our naked bodies touching.  Our breasts, cuddled between
our arms, are pressing together.  Our lips are locked in
passionate ecstacy.
     I maneuver one hand to Ann's genital area.  I am shocked to
find no hair!  Not even stubble.  Her pubic mound is just as
smooth as her butt!  As I slide my hand around her pubic bone, I
discover the dimple that is at the top of her crevice.  I slowly
glide my fingers over her smooth fur-less lips.
     "Yes, Penny.  Feel my pussy."
     The beautiful redhead spreads her legs.
     Her pussy lips are smooth, wet and slippery.  My fingers
slide over them very easily.  One finger dips between them into
her very deep chasm and finds her hard little knot.
     "Oh!  Rub it, honey!"
     She presses her clit against my finger.  I massage her clit
for a few minutes, but then, my curiosity gets the best of me.  I
slide my finger lower and then up inside her.  Her pussy is so
hot.  It is real soft and slippery inside.
     She spreads her legs wider.  
     I slide in another finger, then another, as careful of my
nails as she was.  The heat from her pussy is amazing.  I rub my
palm on her soft puffy lips.  Unable to resist any longer, I
lower myself to my knees and gaze at the most beautiful pussy in
the world.  Two beautiful swollen red lips.  Not a hair anywhere. 
My wet fingers sliding in and out.  Her legs are spread.  A cute
little clit peeking from between her gorgeous enlarged vulva.  I
pucker my lips, lean over and touch them to her.  I extend my
tongue into her valley of passion.
     She presses her pussy against my mouth.  Her legs spread 
still wider.  She is having a hard time standing.
     "Lay on the floor," I whisper urgently.
     Ann lays on the thickly carpeted floor and spreads her legs
wide.  I slide a pillow from the easy chair under her rear to
make her pussy easier to get to.  Her hairless pubic area is
unbelievably beautiful as she lays on the floor with her legs
widely sprawled.
     I kneel between her legs and lower my mouth back to her
drenched musky crotch.  I slide my tongue into her hot opening
and lick her inner walls.  
     "Yes!"
     I am astounded.  I thought it would taste bad.  It doesn't. 
I actually tastes great!  I lick her between her luscious lips,
across her clit, all the way to the top of her crack and back
down again.
     She wails with ecstacy.
     I suck her clit into my mouth.  I do all the things to her
that I love to have done to me.  She is going wild.  Her body
tenses.  She is near orgasm.
     I don't want her to cum yet.  I want to lick her pussy more. 
I remove my mouth and tongue from her.
     "No. I'm about to cum.  Don't stop!"
     I lick the inside of her incredibly smooth thigh.  I kiss,
then suck on her hairless pubic mound, above her crack.  I kiss
her other thigh.  I lick that narrow area between her outer lips
and thighs.
     "Penny, please lick me.  Lick my pussy.  Eat me.  I need to cum!"
     I move my head up to her delectable tits and suck on them
for a few minutes.
     "Please, please suck my pussy!"
     I shift my body 180 degrees to a position where my knees are
above her head so she can suck my tits while I suck hers.  I
lower my tit into her mouth.  She gladly accepts it and begins
eagerly sucking.  Ann really knows how to suck tits.
     I work my way back down her lovely torso, back to her bald
pussy.
     She spreads my legs and begins to lick my pussy for the
first time.
     "Yes!" I scream.
     She slips her tongue inside me.  Her tongue is fantastic! 
The way she twists it, licks my inner walls, and curls it gives
me feelings inside my pussy I have never had before.  She licks
up and down my crack several times then sucks my clit into her
mouth.  She is making me crazy!
     We both approach orgasm together.  We tense our bodies and 
scream out together.
     We relax and I lower my full weight onto Ann's delectable
body.  Both bodies are wet all over.  After several minutes, I
roll off Ann and reposition myself so that I am laying beside
her.  We kiss.  I look up a Ken who is now naked on the couch,
playing with himself.
     "Have we left you out, Sweetie?" I say.  "Come down here
with us."
     Ken lays between us.  The three of us are laying on our
backs on the living room floor.   Ken rests one hand on my pussy
and one on Ann's.  His finger dips between my lips and finds my
clit.
     I moan quietly as my pelvis hunches upward.  He must have found 
Ann's clit, as she moans also.
     I reach for his dick.  Ann's hand is already there.  I place
my hand on hers and we both slide up and down his hard shaft.
     Ann moves her head down to his shank and places her mouth
around it.  She maneuvers her body so that her smooth pussy is
right in front of my face.
     I gladly stick my tongue between her scrumptious lips and
lick her hard little knot.  Feeling left out, I steer my pussy to
Ken's face and he wastes no time.  He immediately begins licking
my most sensitive area.  I guess this is what is known as a
"daisy chain."
     After a very few minutes, we all three cum and collapse into
a pile on the floor.  I can't think of two more beautiful people
to be in a pile with.
     When they leave, I kiss them both passionately and tell them
that I would like to do it again.




From ???@??? Wed Oct 16 13:55:53 1996
      



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C H A P T E R  IV ....... Bobby Comes Home ........



     It is Saturday about 3 p.m. and Bobby is due home from
college any minute now.  It has been about 6 weeks since I have
seen him and I am looking forward to it.
     Doing my usual Saturday household chores, I have already
changed the sheets on Bobby's bed, cleaned his room and done the
washing.  Bobby always brings home some clothes for me to wash.
     I hurry to change clothes, blush when I realize I'm putting
on the same bra and panties Ken and Ann took off me the day
before.  My nipples swell with the memory of the feel of Ann's
tongue dancing in my wet pussy and the taste of the first cunt
I've ever eaten.  I know I have on more make up than Bobby's 
seen me wear in years and hope my short skirt and slightly
transparent blouse don't offend him.
     I hear Bobby come in the door and rush to meet him.  I put
my arms around his neck and hug him tightly.  He gives a
superficial hug back.  He has never been one to hug his mother
with enthusiasm.
     We sit in the living room and talk for a few hours.  It is
nice to have him here with Bob gone.  It gives me a chance to
talk to him privately.  He's looking at me really strangely and is
so quiet.
     He goes to a party at a friend's house and returns around
midnight.  I am already in bed, in one of my new teddies, but
since I am not asleep, I get up and slip on a light robe to talk
to him some more.  He acts gruff and angry and isn't interested
in talking and immediately goes to his room to bed.  I'm worried. 
Something is bothering him.  I give him a few seconds to get in
bed and then I go in.  He is laying on his water bed with the
covers up to his waist.  He always sleeps nothing but his
underwear.  His chest is lean and muscular.
     "Is anything wrong, Bobby?" I ask as I lay on the bed beside
him.  I am concerned because Bobby is usually such an upbeat kid. 
     We talk for a few minutes but about nothing important.  He
offers no clue as to what is bothering him.  I can tell by his
slurred speech that he has been drinking heavily.
     Bobby turns on his side and faces me.  I am laying on my
back and Bobby's head rests on my shoulder.  His hand lands on my
stomach.  I don't think he even realizes that it is there.  I
drift off to sleep with his fingers moving ever so slightly on my
tummy.
     Sometime later I awaken and realize that Bobby's hand is
laying on my breast!  It is moving very very slowly around,
exploring.  Not knowing if he is awake or asleep, I am afraid to
look in his direction.  His head is still laying on my right
shoulder and arm and I use my left hand to remove his hand from 
my breast.  I place it on my stomach and he lets it lay there for
a few seconds then slides it down to my crotch and cups it in his
hand!  I quickly cross my legs and take his hand off me.
     "Bobby!  Stop that!  I'm your mother, not some college date!"
     "You fucked Ken and Steve and you're going to do it with me,
too!"
     I'm stunned!  Those words hit me like a ton of bricks.  He
must have found out.  I'm suddenly afraid the whole town knows.  
I don't know what to say or do!
     Bobby's hand slips under my gown and boldly fondles my
breasts underneath.  All I can think about is the dirty stories
than he must have heard, about me fucking his friend Ken and
acting like a cheap whore with Ken and Steve.  Maybe he knows
about how I went crazy over Ann's sexy pussy, too.  I am too
dazed to react.  I just lay there and let him feel me.  His hand
moves from one breast to the other, roughly squeezing and
pressing.  My nipples become erect as he pulls them and rolls
them between his fingers.  He pulls my gown up over my chest,
exposing my two white mounds and the swollen pink nipples at
their tips.  First he studies them for several minutes,
especially my very long hard nipples, then he sucks them like he
did when he was a newborn baby.
     Why did I let myself get carried away with Ken and then with
Steve?  I wish I hadn't let that happen.  It's all my fault.  I
really am a slut and now my son knows it.  I am sure the whole world
knows it.  What am I going to do?
     Bobby's hand slides across my bare abdomen to my panty-less
crotch.  My legs are tightly crossed, but he fools around with my
hairs for a few minutes.  He dips his finger into the top of my
crack and tries to move it further down, but my legs are squeezed
together too tightly.  I hope he realizes what he is doing and
stops.
     "Relax your legs," Bobby orders.  
     Before I think, I do as I'm told.
     Bobby spreads my legs with his hand.  His finger drifts
between my lips.  I am still paralyzed, so humiliated that my son
found out about my serious indiscretions, what a wanton, easy
fuck I am for all his young friends.  His finger drifts over my
sensitive lips making my love juices flow like a river. 
     "Uuuhhh," I gasp as my breathing deepens and his finger
sinks inside me.  Instantly, I start tingling.  I forget whose 
finger it is. 
     My legs spread slightly wider.  His mouth returns to my
breast and sucks my nipple once again while his finger is
slipping in and out of me.  He moves his finger up to my clit.
     My hips involuntarily begin to move up and down.  It feels
so good.
     "Oh, Mom," he whispers, reminding me of who it is giving me
all this wonderful pleasure.
     No!  This is very wrong.  I'm not supposed to do this with
my son!  He is rough with me, but I am getting turned on.
     "Bobby, please don't.  I'm very sorry I did what I did."
     "You're going to pay for all the embarrassment you've caused
me.  They laughed and told me what a great fuck you are.  I
pretended I already knew, that I'd been fucking you for years. 
They think I'm the luckiest kid in town now.  I always thought I
had the sexiest Mom around, now I am going to fuck that nasty
body of yours.  I have always dreamed about burying my cock
between your legs and squirting cum in your cunt.  You've let
everybody else do it.  You've humiliated me.  You owe me."
     His free hand takes my wrist and moves my hand under the
covers to his erect penis.  Immediately, my fingers encircle it,
but my hand doesn't move.  Tears roll down my cheeks.
     Bobby's hand explores my genital area completely.  His
fingers cover my lips and clit and dip into my wet vagina again
and again.  He toys with my hairs.  He returns to my clit and
concentrates there for a few more minutes.
     My breathing quickens even more.  My legs spread wider.  My 
hand begins to slide up and down Bobby's stiff pole and my pussy 
soak his clean sheets in my juices.
     Bobby squeezes my pussy lips between his thumb and finger
and pulls them hard, lifting my butt off the bed.  It hurts, but
I don't let him know it.  I know he is trying to hurt me.  I have
never been picked up by the pussy lips before.  Even Steve didn't  
do that to me.
     He pulls the covers off himself and sits on my rib cage with
his hard penis pointing between my naked breasts.  I had no idea
that his cock was so large.  He takes my hands in his and lays
them on the outside edges of my breasts and forces them together,
pressing my breasts around his aroused dick.  He begins hunching
his penis between my breasts.  My own son is fucking my tits!
     I am wet with perspiration and his organ slides very well
between my soft mounds.  I realize that he has moved his hands
and my hands alone are pressing my breasts around his cock.  His left
hand reaches behind him and finds my pussy again.  This time he
slides several fingers in.  I am wide open to his rough thusting
fingers.
     Bobby stops hunching.  "Massage my dick with your tits."
     I remove my hands from my breasts and put them beside me.
     Bobby slaps both my breasts hard with his open hands.
     I quickly place both my hands on my burning breasts.
     "Now, massage my dick with your tits."
     I move my breasts around with my hands, massaging his
swollen cock.
     "Oh, yes.  That feels good!" he says.  "God, what a whore 
you are, Mom!"
     I know he's right.  Bobby slides higher on my chest, his
penis resting on my face.
     "No, Bobby.  Please don't force your mother to do this to
you.  Don't put it in my mouth!"
     He places one hand behind my head and the other encircles
his penis and he presses it to my mouth.  He forces my mouth open
and slides his dick inside. 
     I can't stop him.  He slides it all the way down my throat. 
I have to fight not to gag.  He slides it back and forth in my
mouth.  I remember doing this to Ken and Steve, how good it was
to have their cocks all the way down my throat, their balls
slapping my chin.  I begin to suck, and all those good feelings
come back, stronger than ever.
     He reaches behind and again plays with my pussy as he rides
my chest.  I notice that my hips are again moving up and down
with his fingers.  It really feels good and his cock tastes good
also.  I begin sucking him seriously now.  When he pushes all the 
way down my throat, I'm ready.  I don't choke.
     Bobby gets up and turns around on his knees so that his dick
is right over my mouth and his head is at my pussy.  His tongue
enters my widely spread crack and finds my clit.
     I scream.  I have to raise my head off the pillow to reach his 
dick with my mouth.  It is depraved, but I really want to suck his
rigid cock and drink his sweet cum.  I want to make my son hotter
than any woman's ever made him.  I want to be the best fuck he'll
ever have in his life.
     Sucking just the very tip into my mouth, I apply a lot of
suction on it.  My tongue furiously lashes its tip.  In just a
few seconds it explodes with a salty mouthful of cum.  I swallow 
every drop of the cum as he lowers his entire body weight on me,
lowering the entire length of his softening dick into my mouth.
     Bobby continues to lick my pussy all over.  
     "Oh yes!  Suck it, baby!"
     He inserts his tongue inside my pussy and laps my juices.  He 
runs his tongue the entire length of the wide open fissure between 
my tingling cunt lips.
     He sucks my clit into his mouth.
     "Eat my wet cunt, honey. Make your slutty mother cum!"
     As Bobby shifts his position, his young penis begins to grow
again.  He kneels between my widely spread legs, takes his dick
in his hand and slides it up and down between my wet lips a few
times.  Then he finds my opening and rams it into me with one
fast hard stroke.
     I scream loudly.  Instantly, my orgasm begins right where
it left off.
     He thrusts with very long, very fast, very hard strokes.
     "Oh God!  Oh yes.  Do it!  Fuck me good, baby!"
     Bobby's hand finds my sore breast and squeezes it hard.
     "Oh Bobby, it feels so good.  I'm so sorry I hurt you.  Please
forgive me.  Oh ram it in me.  Yes.  Ream me good.  Fuck your 
slutty mother!  Treat me like a whore!!!  Fill me with your sweet
cum!"
     Bobby arches his back and I feel his penis jerking inside
me.  The thought of him cumming inside me makes me cum again,
even more powerfully than before.
     We both relax as Bobby rolls over on to the bed beside me.
     "God Mom, you were great!  I guess you just don't think of
your own Mom being such a nasty slut in bed.  I'm sorry if I hurt
you, but I wanted to hurt you, just as you hurt me."
     "I know darling, it's okay.  I deserve it.  We've both been
hurt.  I'm so sorry I have acted the way I have.  I promise it
won't happen again."
     He laughs and kisses me again.  I suck his tongue.  We
embrace and fall asleep.




From ???@??? Wed Oct 16 13:56:16 1996
      



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C H A P T E R  5 ........ Bobby's Friends ............



     In the morning, I wake up with my nose itching.  I try to
move my hand to it but it won't move.  Neither will the other
one!  Am I paralyzed?  I look over at Bobby.  He is gone. 
Looking up at my hand, I see that it is tied to the headboard of
Bobby's water bed.  The blanket is over me, but I feel my legs
being held apart.  Bobby has tied me spread-eagle on the bed!
     "Good morning, Mom," Bobby cheerfully remarks as he walks
into the bedroom.  He is already dressed, wearing cut off blue
jean shorts and a tank top.
     "Bobby, untie me, now!"
     "Not just yet, Mom.  I'm not finished with you."
     He pulls the blanket all the way off the bed, exposing my 
body to the bright room light.  My tits are outside my teddy. 
It's bunched around my waist, leaving my pussy totally exposed. 
     I am so embarrassed, I want to hide, but can't.  Sitting on
the bed beside me, he grasps one of my bare breasts and shakes
it.
     "How are your lovely titties doing this morning?"
     "Bobby!  Stop it!"
     "And your cute little nipples?"
     He squeezes one and shakes it.
     "Bobby!  Don't!"
     "Is your pussy feeling sexy this morning?"
     He slaps my wide open pussy several times, harder than I
like.  It hurts and my body flinches with each whack, creating
waves on the water bed.
     I begin to sob, "Please don't, Bobby, darling."
     Bobby lays on the bed beside me, cuddles up close to me and
rubs my breasts.  He sucks on a nipple and his hand drifts down
to my crotch and he massages my very responsive zone.  My juices
instantly begin to flow.  He slides several fingers inside me. 
     I cannot put my legs together, because they are tied to the
foot board on the bed.  I try to struggle free, but the ropes are
securely tied.  I am helpless and at Bobby's mercy.
     Bobby stands up and removes his clothes and straddles me,
sitting on my tummy with a knee on each side.  He roughly kneads
both my breasts at the same time.
     "You really have nice titties, Mom."
     I blush.  I am so embarrassed and humiliated.  My only son
is sitting on my stomach, roughly groping my breasts.  Knowing
that he is trying to decide what to do to me next, I try to
struggle free one more time.  It is hopeless.
     Bobby shifts higher and straddles my head with his knees and
sits on my chest.
     "I think I want you to lick my balls."
     "No, Bobby.  Please."
     He reaches behind him and tightly squeezes my breast.  It
hurts so bad!  I stick my tongue out and lick his balls.  The
hair on his balls tickles my nose and chin.
     "Oh, yes, Mom.  That feels so good!"
     As I continue to lick, he reaches further back and pokes his
fingers inside me again.  My pussy instantly gets very drenched
in my juices.
     "Take one of my balls into your mouth."
     I do as instructed.  Tied up like I am, I am helpless and 
can't stop him from doing anything he wants.
     "Now, lick it while it is inside."
     I maneuver my tongue all around his ball inside my mouth
while he continues to molest me between my outstretched legs.  He
pinches my clit between his fingers.  It is too rough and doesn't
feel good.
     "I want to cum now, Mom.  Suck me off."  He sticks his hard
penis in my mouth and I immediately begin sucking.  He tastes so
good that I don't mind sucking him, if he just wouldn't be so
rough with me.
     He slides his dick in and out while I suck him as good as I
can, and I think that is pretty damn good.
     "Oh, Mom, you are one great cocksucker."
     Just as he says that, he fills my mouth with his jism.  He
crams his fingers into my pussy and then places them on my lips.
     "Lick your pussy juice off my fingers."
     Again, being helplessly tied, I do as instructed.  I lick my
juices from his fingers.
     The doorbell rings.  I freeze.  Who could it be?
     "Bobby, untie me, quick.  Someone is at the door!"
     Bobby, putting on his shorts and shirt replies, "Don't get
excited, Mom.  I called some friends and invited them over while
you were still asleep.  It's probably just some of them."  He
walks out of the room.
     I hear him open the door.  I hear voices, but can't tell how
many.  Listening real close, I discover they have some beer and
they are sitting in the living room talking.  I am real quiet,
still tied spread eagle on Bobby's water bed, struggling to free
myself.  I soon discover to my horror that it is hopeless, I
can't get loose.  It is about midmorning and very bright in the
room.  I am surprised that these boys are up so early.  Usually
Bobby sleeps til noon on Sunday.  I look at the door and to my
horror, I notice that Bobby left the door wide open.  Anyone
walking down the hall can see me laying naked on the bed.  I
don't know how to get out of this mess.
     "Hi, Penny."
     "Jimmy!"
     It is one of Bobby's old high school classmates.  He has
never called me by my first name before.  He walks over to the
bed and sits beside me.
     "God, Penny.  You're beautiful."  His eyes roam over my
entire body, helplessly exposed before him.  His eyes are wide as
he visually explores every inch of me.
     "Jimmy, please untie me."  I blush as he continues to
examine me with his eyes.
     "I can't do that.  The other guys would kill me."
     "Jimmy, I have a hundred dollars.  You can have it and I
will meet you one night next week and you can do anything you
wish to me.  I will be your slave for a night."
     "I can do anything I want to you right now."
     He reaches over and cups my left breast in his hand.  
     "Uh.  No, Jimmy, don't."
     He very lightly moves my tender mound in circles.  He tweaks
my nipple and then watches it as it quickly hardens.  He is very
gentle and moves very slowly.  He leans over and sucks my nipple
into his mouth.  
     "Oh.  Please don't."
     His hand roams down to my widely spread crotch.  He very
delicately explores my outer lips with his fingers.  I feel
myself getting wetter.  No!  I don't want to get wet.  It will just
encourage him.  He will think I am getting turned on.
     "Please untie me.  Oh!"
     His finger slides between my lips and into my drenched cunt. 
Jimmy fingers me for several minutes.
     "Penny, You're so wet!  You are REALLY turned on.  Steve was
right, you really are a hot woman."
     Damn that Steve!  He has told the whole world that I am
putting out.  That son-of-a-bitch probably gave a blow by blow
description of his night with me to the whole town!
     "No, Jimmy.  It's not true.  I'm not hot.  Please, please untie 
me and let me up."
     "No, you're so hot, your pussy is on fire.  I've got to fuck
you NOW."
     Jimmy stands up and takes off his pants, kneels between my
legs, and places the head of his dick at my opening.  I am
defenseless.
     "No, Jimmy.  Please don't do this to me!"
     He enters me and pumps with long slow strokes.  Oh, God, it
feels good.  His penis is smaller than the others I've had
recently and feels so good sliding slowly in and out.  My pelvis
soon unconsciously starts to hunch with him.
     His hand reaches to my breast and begins to massage it once
more.
     "Oh, you have nice tits, Penny."
     Man, I've heard that before, but Jimmy is expert at handling
breasts.  And the way he pumps his penis in and out of me with
such long slow strokes feels incredible.  I feel an orgasm
approaching.
     "Oh Jimmy, keep fucking me, just like you are.  It feels so 
good!  I'm gonna cum. Oh yes!  Now.  Here it is.  I'm cumming!"
     I feel Jimmy's cock spurting its load inside me.  Sweat
drops off his head onto my face.  When he finishes, he lowers his
head and sucks my nipple just a few more minutes then gets up,
gets dressed and leaves the room.
     "Jimmy, don't leave me like this.  Please, please untie me. 
You can't -"
     "Hi, Penny."
     It's Don, another of Bobby's high school buddies.  The second
I see him, something snaps inside me.  It's almost like my orgasm
starts up again.
     "Don, Please untie me.  I will do anything you want."
     "I don't think I want to untie you just yet, Penny.  Damn,
your body's sexy.  I always thought you were the sexiest Mom
around."
     Now its Don's turn to visually examine every inch of my
naked defenseless body.  He sits beside me on the bed and his
hand immediately reaches for my crotch.
     "I love a hot pussy, and you have one of the hottest.  I
always wished you were slut enough to fuck me."
     I know it is useless to fight these boys.  How many of them
has Bobby called?  Are they all going to fuck me?  I already know
the answer to that.  Yes, they are.  There's nothing I can do to
stop them.  I really don't want to.  I want them to cover me with
their young cum.  I want to feel it running from every hole I 
have.  I want to cum and cum until I pass out.  My pelvis arches
off the bed in invitation.  I hear myself speak the slutty words
running through my mind.
     "Well, you got your wish.  Come on and fuck me, big boy. 
Show this hot Mama what you've got."
     Don wastes no time in getting his clothes off.  His cock is
already hard.  I know they have been sitting in the other room
drinking beer and talking about fucking me in every nasty way
they can think of.  They've all heard about what a whore I am.  I
feel bizarrely proud.
     Don lowers himself on me and his large dick slides easily
inside my soaking, cum filled pussy.  He pounds me much harder 
than Jimmy did.  I start hunching back.  Don sure has a lot of 
self control for a young man.  He fucks me for about thirty minutes 
and shows no sign of cumming.  I do though.  I spasm around his 
prick three times, screaming every obscenity I know.
     One of the other boys gets impatient and pokes his head in
the door to see what is happening.  I see him and realize I need
another cock in me.
     "Come on in.  Yes.  Fuck me.  Oh yes.  Tell everybody.  I'm 
cumming again!  Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"
     I don't recognize the other boy, but he accepts my
invitation, strips and straddles my face.  His penis is flaccid,
but he lowers it into my waiting mouth.  His entire soft dick
fits easily inside my mouth and I begin to suck it hungrily,
still enjoying Don pounding his hard rod into my pussy.  The
strange boy's dick begins to grow inside my mouth.  I hear others
coming into the room.  
     Someone unties my right wrist and places my hand on his
cock.  My left hand is untied and placed around another hard
dick.  I stroke them both.  The other boy's dick begins to grow
down my throat.  A hand strokes my left breast and I feel another
hand on my right one.  Someone licks my clit.  By the softness 
of the face, I know it must be a female.  She licks my clit for a
few seconds then moves to Don's shaft still pumping in and out of
my pussy.  Then she returns to my clit, then back to Don's dick,
then again on my clit.
     I hear voices talking.
     "Hurry up, Don, I want to fuck her."
     "No, I'm next."
     "I just want to fuck her mouth!"
     "Look at her fuck!  I've never seen anything like this!"
     "Man, she has great tits."
     "Look at that spread out pussy!"
     I explode into a monstrous orgasm.  My whole body is
cumming!  I have never felt so many sensations in my life!  Don
rams my pussy, while some young girl licks my clit.  Two people
are fondling my breasts while I jack off two young studs and suck
another.  My huge orgasm triggers one in the young man I am
sucking and he explodes a ton of cum into my mouth.  I gulp it
down.  Don, unable to control himself any longer, gushes his cum
into my pussy.  The people playing with my breasts pinch my
nipples.  The boys whose dicks I am so violently stroking begin
to release their load and I point them to my breast and let them
shoot their hot stuff on them.  I feel like I will never stop
cumming! 
     The boy straddling my face rolls over on the bed and is
replaced by someone else.  My eyes are closed in orgasm, so I
open my mouth to accept the next big dick.  I feel fur on my
lips, but no dick.  I am still cumming.  I open my eyes to see a
naked young pussy hovering over mouth.  The dark hair has been
trimmed away from her pouting, moist lips.  It is just as
beautiful as Ann's was yesterday.
     She lowers her pussy onto my mouth, stifling my protest.  I
try to turn my head to the side, but her knees are too close to
my head and I can't move it.  I feel another dick slide into my
drenched pussy.  The girl slides her musky smelling pussy all
over my face.  She lowers her skirt over my head and since no one
can see, I begin to lick her sweet pussy like a madwoman.  When
she raises her skirt, I stop licking and start trying to free my
head again.  I don't want anyone to see me licking a pussy and
loving it so much.  She lowers her skirt back over my head and I
resume eating her.  I really love eating pussy.  
     Until just yesterday I thought it would be repulsive, but I
found out very different.  Eating pussy is even more enjoyable
than sucking dicks.  The taste is enough to trip my trigger yet again.
     The girl cums violently with a piercing shriek while my
tongue slides up and down her slit.  It causes me to have the
strongest orgasm I have ever had.  Having a large dick pump my
cunt while a sweet tasting pussy is on my face and having both
tits played with is just too much for me.  I pass out from 
the excitement.
     I wake up some time later.  The bed is soaking wet from
sweat and cum.  Everyone has left.  Bobby is naked lying next to
me.  He reaches over and cups my very sore breast in his hand.
     "Hi, Mom, how do you feel?"
     "Very sore.  That was unbelievable."
     "Yeah, I know.  I really got off watching you fuck and suck
all those people."
     "How many were there?"
     "Ten, counting Mary and Susan.  Even after you fainted, we
kept fucking you.  You were humping and sucking just like you
were awake.  Do you remember waking up and begging for more?"
     "No.  Oh, Bobby.  I'm so sorry I'm such a whore.  I know how
bad you must feel."
     "No, Mom.  You've got it all wrong.  I'm real proud you're a
slut.  I've always dreamed of having you fuck me and all my
friends.  It's like having a dream come true!  I don't want you
to ever stop.  Fuck whoever you want to.  Just fuck me, too."
     I am crying helplessly and don't know whether I'm happy or
sad.  "Oh, Bobby, please hold me in your arms."
     Bobby rolls over on top of me and slides his hard penis into
my sore vagina.  Very slowly, he pumps in and out.  I want this
new relationship with my son to continue.  At this moment, I feel
closer to him than I ever have.  His sweet young cock brings me
to another orgasm, and I fall asleep in his arms.



From ???@??? Wed Oct 16 13:56:41 1996
young6



                         Y O U N G  L O V E


CHAPTER VI . . . . . . A DAY IN THE LIFE . . . . . .



     I'm laying on a lounge chair in our securely fenced back
yard, drowsily baking my body in the sun.  It's been over three
months since Ken, the muscular young hunk next door, became the
first man other than my husband to fuck me.  I'm sleepily
wondering how many there've been since.
     About a month after Ken had forced himself upon me, showing
me what a lusty slut I am, he'd brought his rough friend, Steve,
over, and they'd both used me for hours, taking my ass for the
first time.  I'd had lots of young cock in my shit chute since
then, and had come to adore it almost as much as I loved eating
pussy.
     My first time for that had been a week after Ken and Steve
had sandwiched me, when Ken had introduced me to his hot,
gorgeous girlfriend, Ann.  I feel my tongue slither over my heavy
red lips as I remember the taste of her rich, musky fluids and
the sleek softness of her shaven cunt.  My hand slides over my
flat belly and pets my own hairless slit through the thin fabric
of my new thong bikini.  I feel my lower lips moisten, and I
resist the impulse to spread my legs and let my fingers play.  I
remind myself that I'm trying to count the number of times I've
been laid.
     I hear myself moan with both desire and shame.  My next man
was my only child, Bobby, the day after I'd fucked Ken and Ann. 
Steve and Ken had spread the word about what a wild, willing fuck
I was to their friends, and Bobby'd heard about it when he came
home from college for a weekend visit.  In his rage, he'd
demanded that I put out for him, too, and he'd overcome my
resistance to that ultimate perversion, forcing me to beg for his
sweet young prick and making me cum like a cannon while he fucked
my cunt and mouth on his waterbed.
     I squirm on the lounge chair as visions of what happened the
next morning wash over me.  While I slept, Bobby had tied me to
the very bed where he'd defiled me and invited ten friends, male
and female, to come over and gangbang me.  I'm sweating heavily
now, and it has little to do with the baking sunshine.  They
hadn't kept me tied to the bed for very long.  They hadn't had
to.  After the first two, I'd been more than ready to do whatever
they wanted.  I try to list their names.  Don, Mary, Jimmy, Susan
. . .
     I lose count.  My hand has unwittingly crept under my bikini
bottom.  My middle finger has invaded my loosening cunt.  The
long red nails of my thumb and forefinger are lightly pinching my
long clit.  My bare feet have dropped beside the chair onto the
searing concrete and have lifted my thrusting hips off the
webbbing.  My other hand is working on a hard nipple, which is
about all of my heavy tit that's covered by the skimpy top.
     Good.  So good.  All those hot young bodies.  The thick,
musky honey of those two wet young pussies.  Being literally
bathed in cum.  Completely covering my big tits, my face, my
hair.  Hungrily swallowing cock like a bitch in heat while
somebody drilled my gushing cunt and both my hands were filled
with yet more dicks that had no hole to pump their sperm into.
     I shout as I cum.  I've become very vocal, very loud during
my frequent orgasms.  The noise jerks me back to reality.  I
hastily pull my hands away from my dripping cunt and heaving tit,
shamefully look around to make sure I haven't attracted unwanted
attention.  The privacy fence is tall, and I'm all alone.  My
hands are trembling wildly as I light a cigarette.  I stare
numbly at the lipstick on the filter and realize just how deeply
I've changed since this all began.
     From a modest thirty-six year old housewife and responsible
mother, I've become a cock and cunt hungry slut.  My every waking
moment is colored by thoughts of sex.  Within days of opening my
legs for Ken that first disgracefully glorious time, I began
using the bold, wet red lipstick and long, painted nails that
he'd confessed he jacked off to, dreaming of me, when he was just
a kid.  At his prompting, I threw away my pantyhose and started
wearing nothing but garters and stockings.  Now, all my bras are
lacy, tight, and demi-cupped.  When I wear panties, they're just
as wispy as my bras.
     But that's just the start.  The weekend after he'd shared me
with all his friends, my son Bobby came home again, bearing gifts
he insisted I accept.  It'd been a horrid week for me.  Having my
own son fill me with both incestuous ecstacy and gouts of sperm
was just too much.  Compounding that horror by cumming until I
passed out while being fucked by ten teenagers I'd known since
they were born - and begging for more cock and cunt, even while I
was only semi-conscious - had driven me to the brink of suicide. 
I explained my feelings.  I tried to resist for a moment when he 
pushed me onto my back on the living room sofa.
     But all he'd had to do was grab my left tit and ram a hand
under my dress, and within minutes I was eagerly fucking him like
the slut I am, telling him how wonderful his cock felt in my wet
pussy, and trying to suck his tongue down my throat.  I was the
one who offered him my moist asshole and kept sucking his long
cock back to erection after each of his explosions into my
willing holes.  The next time he displayed his presents, I was
whorishly overjoyed to do whatever he wanted.
     That's how I became the brassy, trashy blonde I am now. 
Bobby fucked me from behind and kept me cumming almost
continuously while I applied the boxed color to my mousy brown
locks.  He wanted me to look as cheap and easy as I am, and he
made me admit I wanted that, too.  The black fishnet hose and
stiletto heels he gave me went with a couple of my more revealing
dresses.
     I stayed dressed and erotically made up for my son all
weekend.  I wallowed in an unrelenting lusty haze while I
sleazily paraded myself for he and the four other boys he invited
to come over and fuck his hot slut of a mother.  All five of them
had used me whenever they felt the urge, which was often, from
Saturday afternoon until Sunday night.  I was their virtual
slave, a sex toy they could do whatever they wanted to with. 
     Bobby loaded his father's camera and shot three dozen pictures of
me entertaining himself and his friends with my body.  Except for
the one he keeps in his dorm room, the prints and negatives are
securely locked away.  I look at them once a week or so, and am
always astonished by what a wanton, hopeless whore I look like.
     When I look into the mirror, that's all I see now, and my
son and his friends make me do about everything I can to enhance
my image further.  I've cut way back on the amount of wine I
drink, have started dieting with shedding a few unsightly pounds
in mind, and, if I can't get enough exercise riding teenage
dicks, I use my husband's basement gym.  Fortunately, I don't
have to resort to that very often.
     Ken, the stud next door, drops by once or twice a week for a
piece of my hot ass.  Sometimes he brings Ann, and sometimes she
sneaks over without his knowledge to trade pussy juice with me. 
Fucking ourselves with her huge double headed dildo, in either
the cunt or ass, makes me scream like a banshee.  Twice in the
last month, Ken's crude friend Steve has tied me to spread eagled
to the bed and viciously fucked me in every hole, leaving me
bruised, battered, exhausted, and temporarily sated.  Something
about being restrained and absolutely helpless makes all the
perverse, cruel things he does to me even more intensely
satisfying.
     Basically, any time my husband Bob's car is absent from the
driveway, it's a signal that Penny's ready, willing and able to
take on all cummers.  It amazes me that my frequently absent
spouse suspects nothing.  He's commented on my renewed level of
passion, and the fact that I've gotten over my aversion for
sucking his cock, and he doesn't exactly complain about being
kept fucked dry whenever he's home.
     My platinum blonde hair shocked him when he first saw it. 
So did my shaved slit.  Ann did that for me, late one passion-
crazed night, and I'm still astonished by the new degree of
sensitivity it gives me.  Of course, I don't wear any of my
slutty new dresses when Bob's around, nor do I ever wear them out
of the house.  They're all tight, bright, and skimpy enough to
show off all my charms, leaving no doubt about my availability. 
I don't flaunt myself publicly.  Every teenager in town might
know they can fuck me however and whenever they want, but
thankfully the adults haven't heard how their kids spend their
time away from home.
     I'm desperate to keep it that way.  I may have to spread my
sleek legs for anybody who wants between them, but I still love
my husband.  The thought of losing him is almost enough to make
me wish none of this had ever happened.
     I stir on the lounge chair, sip some lemonade, and roll onto
my stomach to even my tan.  Thinking of Bob reminds me that he'll
be home tomorrow afternoon and I need to go through the motions
of cleaning house, hide my growing collection of sex toys, and
try to clean the cum stains Ken made on carpet yesterday
afternoon.
     I'd been feeling especially nasty and wanton all day.  I
hated the fact that being without a stiff young prick for six
days had left me in such a state of almost perpetual arousal. 
I'd finger fucked myself many times since sunrise that my hands
had cramped, and I'd picked up the phone with Ann's phone number
in mind a half dozen times, dizzy with the need for her pussy and
dildo.
     After paying bills and running errands, I'd turned the
corner and seen Ken in his parents' driveway waxing his car,
wearing nothing but a tight pair of cutoff jeans, and almost lost
control of my minivan.  His sweat glistening bronzed muscles
rippled in the sun and his hard ass muscles bunched and relaxed
just like they did when he fucked me.  My pussy felt hollow and
tingled.  My mouth went dry, and when I licked my lips I could
almost taste his salty cum.
     We exchanged casual, neighborly greetings.  Feeling
recklessly needy, I put on a little show for him as I leaned into
the back of the van, planting my high heels a little wider than
necessary and giving him a lingering look at my ass through my
modest but slightly tight cotton summer dress.  I could feel his
eyes caressing me.  Just to make sure he got the idea, I gave him
an over the shoulder smile that I hoped was as suggestive as it
felt.
     "Here.  Let me help you with that, Penny.  It looks heavy."
     I flushed under the weight of his stare at my red lips.
     "Thank you, Tim.  That's very sweet."
     I led the way inside, very conscious of the sway of my ass,
certain his eyes were glued to my circling hips.  I'd never tried
to seduce him or anyone else before, and was deeply ashamed of
myself.  The second we entered the house, I got tense and started
regretting my actions.  What in the world was I doing?  Having
sex with him when he forced me was one thing, but even subtly
inviting him to fuck me was something entirely different.  I was
flooded with enough guilt to submerge my desire for him.
     But when he put down the box, he stepped up behind me and
pressed the big lump in his shorts into the crevice of my ass
cheeks.  His hands delicately traced the lacy cups of my low cut
bra until he found my warming nipples.
     I stepped away and lit a cigarette, hoping he couldn't see
how my hands were shaking.
     "Stop that, Ken.  Can't we just be good neighbors?"
     He chuckled.  "You're something else, Penny.  Just a minute
ago you were bending over like you were begging me to stick my
rod into you from behind, and now you're acting as innocent as a
nun.  We both know you want it.  Who're you trying to kid?"
     "You're imagining things, Ken.  Can I get you a glass of
iced tea or something?"
     He followed me as I retreated to the refrigerator.  I backed
up against it, feeling trapped.  He fondled my heavy breasts like
he owned them.  He smiled down at me insolently.
     "Look at yourself, slut.  See how hard your nipples are? 
See how fast you're breathing?  I bet your pussy's already wet."
     He quickly grabbed my pubic mound, pressed a broad finger
through my dress to where he knew my clit would be.  I slapped
his hands off me and wiggled away.
     "Ken!  Stop this second!  I mean it!  My nipples are almost
always a little erect.  You know that.  It doesn't mean I'm
excited."
     I hurried to the living room.  He lounged in the doorway,
watching me.  I veered away from the sofa, afraid he'd think I
was inviting him to join me if I sat there.  I smoked nervously,
looking anywhere but at him, trying to fight the rising tide of
lust he'd awakened so easily.
     The unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened made my
head turn.  He was digging his cock out!  He wasn't wearing any
underwear, and his long, fat staff was already at half mast.  I
helplessly watched him stroke it and make it grow still more.  He
took one slow step toward me, then another.
     "No . . . Ken . . . please don't. . . I didn't mean to turn
you on . . ."
     I knew my hollow voice was giving me away.  I stood, ready
to flee yet further, but my my high heels suddenly felt like lead
weights.  I couldn't catch my breath.  My knees felt rubbery. 
His cock overflowed the hand he held it in.  The other hand came
up and brushed my tits in slow motion.  My eyelids fluttered.
     "Oooohhh . . . Ken . . . don't . . . it's not right. . . I'm
old enough to be your mother . . ."
     "If my mother was half as hot as you are, I'd fuck her, too.
Bend over, Penny.  You want it from behind, don't you?"
     His hand gently urged me to turn around.  I felt like a
sleepwalker as I obeyed.  The weight of his arm bent me forward
from the hips.  He released his magnificent prick and delved
between my legs, going straight to my damp panties.  His probing
fingers pushed the material into my shaved crack.
     " . . . Oooooohhhhh . . . don't, Ken. . . please stop . . .
at least let me . . . finish my cigarette . . ."
     His hand rubbed up and down my slit.  It felt so good.  My
hips began rocking, keeping time with his touch.  Without
warning, he gripped the lacy panties and ripped them off me!
     "You can smoke and fuck at the same time, whore!  Spread
those sexy legs of yours!  Imagine the cigarette's a little bitty
cock!  Suck it while I stick my dick in your cunt and fuck you
just the way you want it!"
     It was like the hand abusing my pussy was lifting me off my
feet.  I planted my high heels far apart, leaned against the
chair I'd been sitting in, and felt him slide his swollen cock
all the way in me in a single slow thrust.  I was shamelessly
wet.  God, it felt so wonderful!  I sucked smoke from my
cigarette like I was trying to make it cum while he gripped my
hips and fucked me with agonizing slowness.
     "Yeeesss . . . ooohhh, yyyeeesss . . . fuck me, baby . . .
give it to me . . . hard and fast . . . please, Tim . . . fuck
me hard . . . I need it so bad . . ."
     "Admit it, Penny," he gasped, accelerating his pace a
little.  "Tell me how bad you wanted this."
     "Ooohhh, Ken . . . yeessss . . . yyyyeeeessss . . . I've
been wanting your sweet cock . . . you ffuucckk me so good . . .
you feel soooo good . . . ffffuuuucccckkk . . . mmeee . . .
realll . . . gooooooddd!"
     He stung my ass cheek with a hard slap.  "My cock?  Just
mine?  That's bullshit!  You just wanted ANY cock, didn't you? 
You're just a worthless slut, Penny!  Admit it!"
     He kept slapping my ass repeatedly, ramming me so hard it
rattled my teeth.  I braced myself against the chair and thrust
back at him, screaming every time his flat palm reddened my ass.
     "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!! . . . TREAT MMMEEEE LIKE A
FFFUUUCCCKKKIIINNNGGG WHORE!!! . . . FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKK MMMEEEEE
. . . FFFUUUUCCKKK MY NASTYYYY CUUUNNNTT!!!!"
     "TELL ME!  WHAT ARE YOU, PENNY!!!"
     My orgasm broke over me like an avalanche.  It was like I
hadn't already masturbated to three or four already, like I
hadn't cum in weeks or months.  I shrieked and wailed what he
wanted to hear.
     "YYYEEESSSSS . . . I'M JUST A COCK HUNGRY BITCH . . .
CUMMMIIINNGGG . . . CUUUMMING LIKE A SSSSSLLUUUUTT . . . I
NEEEEEEEEEED COCK . . . LOTS AND LOTS OF HARD COCK . . . HOT COCK
. . . ANY COCK . . . CUMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG LIKE A DIRTY WHOOOORRREEE
. . . FUUUUCCCKKK MEEEE . . . SSSSLLLLAAAAAPPP MYYY NNAAASSSTTY
AAASSSS WHILE I CCCCUUUUMMMM!!!!!!"
     When his thumb found my hugely engorged clit, my knees gave
way and my raw screams died.  He lowered me to my hands and knees
on the carpet without missing a single pounding stroke.  I was
cumming so hard I felt like I was turning inside out.  Every time
his balls slapped against my ass, I grunted like some kind of
animal.  My pussy walls were spasming so hard around his slick
dick that I hurt.  And the longer and harder he fucked me, the
more intense it got.
     By the time I felt his whole body tense, ready to drive his
cum into my clutching womb, my world had shrunk to include
nothing but my own delirious orgasm.  I started whimpering,
knowing that when he exploded, when I felt the lava spew into me,
I was somehow going to cum even harder.  When he suddenly ripped
his cock out of my convulsing hole, it was like he'd torn my guts
out with it.  I screamed louder than ever.
     "NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!! . . . PUT IT BACK IN MEEEEE!!!!! . . .
CCCUUMMM IN MEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
     Instead, I watched, stunned, while he blew wad after wad of
precious sperm over my exposed ass and thighs, my stockings,
garters, and the dress bunched around my waist.  My hips were
squirming like I was still being fucked, and the just the sight
of his leaping dick was enough to keep me cumming like a wanton
slut.
     When he finished, I clumsily turned and bathed his spent
cock in wet, noisy kisses, covering it with my lipstick and
hungrily sucking it clean of every last trace of delicious sperm.
     He picked up the cigarette I'd flattened between my fingers
and dropped to the carpet.  He stuck it between my lips.  The
smoke tasted like cum.  I didn't care about the hole it'd burned
or the cum I was dripping onto the carpet.
     He pushed me onto my back and played with my clit,
deliberately keeping my orgasm alive, until I'd smoked the
tobacco to the filter.  Then he put his cock between my sucking
lips while he crouched over my pulsing pussy and licked my puffy,
swollen cunt lips until I'd made him hard again.
     The second time he fucked me, he gave in to my helpless
pleas and filled my hole with his sweet, sweet cum.
     I jerk awake on the lounge chair.  My hand is under me,
inside my bikini bottom again, rolling my clit.  I'm gasping from
the wild power of the orgasm I've had while I dozed, dreaming of
Ken.  I'm tremendously thirsty and drenched in sweat.  My back
stings with sunburn as I roll over and sit up.  I gulp down the
half glass of warm lemonade beside my cigarettes and blot the
sweat from my face and chest.  My nipples still dent my flimsy
top and the triangular patch of material between my legs is dark
with my fluids.
     I sigh and enjoy the afterglow.  When I realize how good I
feel after my second masturbation of the morning, I'm ashamed.  I
shouldn't be doing things like that.  I blush furiously when I
see the lipstick I've stained my cigarette with and remember Ken
calling it a little cock.
     The first clue I have that I'm not alone is the scuffle of
shoes on the patio.  I quickly face the back door.  Three
grinning boys are emerging from the house.  I know Don and Jimmy,
but the other one is a stranger.  I quickly grab the towel and
cover myself.
     "What are you doing here!"
     Don's smile grew and they moved toward me.  Their rigid
cocks stretched their summer shorts.
     "The front door was open.  We watched you rub your pussy
until you came.  You looked so fucking hot!  Now we're going to
give you some of the real thing!"
     "Go away!  Get out of here before I call the police!"
     They form a circle around me.  Strong arms and a heavy
weight force me onto my back on the lounge chair and Jimmy pulls
my legs apart.  "Relax, Penny.  It's only us.  We're not going to
hurt you."
     I try to force my legs back together, but it's no use. 
Jimmy's fingers have parted my lower lips and his thumb has found
my sensitive clit.  Don forces his fingers between my sweaty
breast flesh and the twin triangles covering my tits, finds my
nipples and starts pinching them.  Already my voice is thick with
rising passion.
     "Stop that!  The neighbors will see!"
     Jimmy laughs.  "She always says no at first, but she doesn't
mean it.  Look.  Her cunt's already wet, just thinking about how
good our cocks are going to feel," he tells the other boy.
     "Yeah," Don agrees.  "Her nipples are already hard as
bullets.  She needs fucking real bad.  Don't you, Penny?"
     "Oooohhh . . . Please stop . . . Please don't do this to me
. . ."
     But my pussy has a mind of its own.  My hips angle my wet
hole so Jimmy can finger it better.  I quit trying to get my legs
back together.
     Jimmy's hands dip inside the swimsuit bottom and encounter
my slippery wetness.  I try to hump them, get them inside me, but
he holds back, teasing me.  He smears some of my fluids between
my ass cheeks, using it to lubricate my asshole.  He's in a
hurry, and when he rams a finger in my back door, it hurts a
little.
     "Noooooo . . . not here . . . not this way . . . please stop
. . . please take me inside . . ."
     "Sit up, Penny," Don orders and lifts his weight from my
chest.  I do, leaning into Jimmy's probing fingers.  Don unties
my flimsy top and lets it fall away.  My tits jiggle and my
nipples throb.  "Come on, Paul.  You wanted to fuck her tits. 
She loves it."
     "Nnnoooo . . . please . . ."
     Jimmy feeds me another finger.
     "Show him how much you want it, bitch.  Show him, or I'll
stop fingering your hole.  Squeeze them for Paul, Penny.  Tell
him how much you want to feel his cock sliding between those big
fat tits!"
     The other boy has moved closer, is staring hungrily at my
heavy breasts.  My hands cup my tits, push them together.  I use
my sharp red nails to tweak my nipples, making them swell even
more.  Jimmy has fingers in both my pussy and my ass now and is
sliding them in and out at the same time, rubbing them together
when he's pushed them in me as far as he can.  The wild sensation
is driving me crazy.
     "Take me inside . . . I'll do anything you want . . . but
not here . . . not like this . . . please . . . please fuck me in
the house . . ."
     The new boy, Paul, looks around the back yard.  "Yeah. 
Let's get her out of the sun.  It's too hot here."
     I almost sob when Jimmy takes his fingers out of my holes. 
They have to help me to my feet.  My knees are too weak to
support my weight and they half carry me through the patio doors.
     They lay me across the counter top on my back with my ass
hanging off one side.  Jimmy peels off the tiny triangle of my
bikini bottom and pushes my legs wide apart, forcing my thick,
hairless pussy lips open.
     "Shit," Paul murmurs excitedly, "her cunt juice's running
down her legs!  She really wants it bad!"
     "Told you!" Don bragged.  "She's the hottest fuck in town! 
Now get up there and ride her tits, stud."
     Jimmy's fondling my pussy and asshole again, just like
before.
     "Ooohhh . . . shit . . . yyyesss . . ."  Every time he
pinches his fingers together inside me I jerk and moan like a
shameless slut.  My hands are working on my nipples again. 
"Ooohh . . . Paul . . . hurry . . . fuck my nasty tits . . .
slide your hard cock between them . . . cum all over me . . ."
     He's out of his cut offs and straddling my waist in a
flash.  He taps his beautiful medium sized prick against my rock
hard nipples.  I push his silky shaft into the deep valley
between my tits and squeeze them together around it.  My sweat
lubricates it and he starts pumping his hips.  Every time the
head of his circumcised dick protrudes, I reach for it with my
tongue.  This excites him even more and he thrusts harder,
higher.  When I lift my head and kiss the tip, he groans and lets
me suck it for a moment.  He pulls back and really starts humping
me then.
     Meantime, Jimmy's bending down and eating my sopping cunt,
lapping my flood like an eager puppy, nipping at my hard nub and
driving his tongue into my loosened slit.  He's got more than one
finger in my back door and it still reaming me there, too.  Don
lifts one of my legs and starts rubbing his cock over my calf and
ankle and the bottom of my foot, like he's trying to fuck my
painted toenails.  No one's ever done that before.  It's too
much.
     I feel the tingling heat of my orgasm building in my gut,
rushing out in all directions, despite the fact that I came hard
not ten minutes ago.  I strain my neck, trying to capture Paul's
dick in my mouth.  When I do, I suck hard.  He jerks away, making
a wet popping sound.  The upper half of his shaft is stained with
my lipstick.  He smears it in my cleavage as he wildly fucks my
tits.
     "Cuuuummmiiinnnnnggg . . . oooohhhh . . . ffffuuuccckkk . .
. I'm cccuuuummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnggg. . !"
     I choke and howl the words between lashing at Paul's fuck
tool with my tongue.  The orgasm rushes over me like wildfire. 
My whole body shakes and pulses with it.  It's a good one.  A
very good one.  I feel Paul tense on top of me.
     "AAAHHH . . !" he shouts and arches back and starts shooting
his hot young cum between my tits, spurting all over my upper
chest and neck.
     Jimmy bites down on my clit and rams several fingers into my
spasming cunt.  The waves of my ecstasy redouble in intensity.
     "FUCK ME!!" I scream.  "FUCK MY CUNT . . . SHOVE A COCK UP
MY ASS . . . HURRY . . . OH, GOD, PLEASE HURRY!!!!!!!!!"
     Paul relaxes and slides off my chest.  I feel Jimmy's dick
probing for my cunt and I grunt like an animal when he slams it
home, burying himself to the balls.  I feel the unmistakable hot
silky hardness of another cock on my cheek, and turn my head to
suck Don into my mouth.  He grabs me by the hair and roughly
starts fucking my face, slamming his dick head against the top of
my throat.
     I'm still writhing, still cumming like a mindlessly wanton
cunt.  It's getting better and better.  I'm filled from both
ends.  I smear Paul's thick sperm all over my jiggling tits while
the two young studs ravage my body.
     I'm still cumming like crazy when I dimly hear Paul speak.
     "Climb on top of her, Jimmy!  I want to fuck her asshole!"
     Jimmy flops on my body.  I circle him with my arms and legs.
Paul's already stone hard again!  I feel his dick between my ass
cheeks, rubbing my flooding cum between them and trying to
penetrate the shit hole Jimmy's loosened with his fingers.  When
Paul finally forces his way past my sphincter, his prick rubs
Jimmy's inside me.
     "MMMMMUUUUUPPPPPHHHH!!!!!!"
     My raw scream is blocked by the cock I have my lips locked
around.  My cumming escalates to impossible levels.  It's too
fantastic.  I'm not sure I can stand much more.  Every nerve in
my body is on fire.  It's even better than being gangbanged by
ten kids.  I'm afraid I'm going to faint and miss the best part.
     I can tell by the change in Don's frantic rhythm that he's
about ready to fill my mouth with explosions of sperm.  He
thrusts harder, forces himself down my throat until his balls
slap against my chin.  It hurts, but I don't care any more.  I'm
starved for the taste of cum.  When his prick starts jerking and
balls start pumping, my throat contracts around him like it's
cumming, too.  I never want it to end.  I never want to breathe. 
All I want it for this to never stop.
     After the first two blasts straight into my stomach, Don
jerks free of my mouth and shoots the rest all over my slutty
face.
     "Yyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssss . . . cuuummmm . . . cuuummm . . .
aaalll . . . ooovvveeeerrr . . . mmmmeee!!!" I wail shrilly. 
"Fffiiillll . . . mmmeee . . . up . . . wiiiith  . . . your . . .
CCCCCUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!!!"
     I feel like the nastiest whore in the world as Don rubs his
softening prick through the sticky cum coating my face, dragging
it over my eyes, my cheeks, my chin.  I suck madly when he lets
me get it back in my mouth, savoring the wonderful nectar,
licking it clean, praying it'll get hard again.  When he takes it
away from me, I want to cry.
     But the two teenagers pounding my other holes claim my
attention.
     "Yyyyeeeeeeeessssss . . . harder . . . fuck . . . me . . .
harder . . . fuck . . . me . . . like . . . a . . . whore . . .
deeper . . . deeper . . . give . . . me . . . AAAALLLLL . . .
YOUR . . . CCCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!"
     They do.  In fantastic unison, both cocks erupt.  Both boys
shout and pummel me.  The room spins dizzily.  Brightly colored
dots swim in my eyes.  My whole body convulses.  It's too good,
too mind boggling.  Everything blurs together and gets dim.  I
pass out.
     They're gone when I awaken.  They've left me laying
obscenely spread on the kitchen counter, their cum sticky on my
face and tits, oozing down my dangling legs from my gaping cunt
and ass.  I've been used, abused and abandoned.  I feel like a
total slut for having begged them to fuck me everywhere like
that.
     My legs are rubbery as I groan and stand.  My ass burns from
being fucked so savagely.  My throat is raw from the way Don's
fat cock invaded it.  I find a loose terry cloth robe and
gingerly go back outside to collect my cigarettes and discarded
bikini top.
     Only after I'm back inside the house do I glimpse myself in
a mirror and realize how I look.  My hair is stiff with cum.  My
lipstick is smeared all the way down to my chin.  I stagger to
the bathroom and let a stinging, steaming shower ease my aching
muscles.
     Somewhat refreshed, I realize how hungry I am.  I haven't
eaten anything but cock all day, and the refrigerator is empty. 
I dry my hair and apply new makeup.  I still feel nasty.  I fit
my puffy tits into a tight bra and roll clean hose up my sleek
legs.  I step into a fairly modest dress and tall heels.  I have
to go grocery shopping.  I wonder if anyone will be able to tell
how thoroughly fucked I am. 



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CHAPTER VII . . . . . . Going Shopping . . . . . .



     I can't believe I'm really leaving the house not wearing any
panties.  I climb into my minivan and hike my short dress so the
cool vinyl sticks to my bare ass.  Blushing at how wicked I feel,
I cover the front of my legs with the skirt so no one can see
what a slut I am as I drive to the supermarket.
     But as I park and check my makeup in the rear view mirror, I
realize that I've used so much eyeshadow and bright red lipstick
that I look like a cheap whore.  Embarrassed, I blot my mouth and
wipe off some of the color covering my eyelids.  I'm here to buy
food, not to advertise my availability in public.
     I still get curious looks from other adults I know.  They
aren't used to seeing me as a blonde.  For a number of years I
went without wearing much makeup, and was seldom seem dressed in
anything but jeans.  The changes in me surprise them, and I try
to act normal and talk about the PTA and my husband as if
nothing's different.
     But the kids all know.  A boy named Tim, who was one of the
four boys my son invited over to fuck me the weekend before,
gives me a knowing smile as I push my cart past the elevated
office platform.  He was the one who couldn't get enough of
sucking my nipples.  I blush and look away, feeling my tits
tingle.  I regret having worn the light bra that lets them bounce
so much and doesn't hide my nipples very well.
     I hurriedly turn down the produce aisle and select fruits
and vegetables.  I can't believe that carrots and cucumbers make
me think of boys' cocks, and the softness of ripe oranges reminds
me of firm young girl's tits as I squeeze them in my hands.
     I reprimand myself sharply for such sleazy thoughts and turn
my mind to my shopping list.
     I'm in another part of the store, searching for Bob's
favorite breakfast cereal, when Tim and a stock boy find me. 
There aren't any other shoppers in sight.  By the gleam in their
eyes, I know I'm in trouble.  Tim stands close to one side and
the other boy flanks him.  They use my shopping cart to imprison
me.
     "Hiya, Penny.  Do you know Roger?  Been getting enough these
days?"
     "Hello Tim.  Pleased to meet you Roger."
     "Hi, Penny.  Bobby's told me all about you.  Sorry I've
missed all the parties at your house."
     I'm horrified.  My own son has been telling everyone he
knows about what a shameless slut I am!
     "Excuse me, boys, but I've got a lot to do today.  My
husband -"
     "Isn't getting home until tomorrow, is he?" Tim smiles.  His
hand goes straight for my tit and begins playing with my nipple.
     I bat his hand away and pretend to be reading a cereal box. 
"Stop that, Tim!  Are you crazy!"
     Roger's hand is groping my ass through my dress.  I slap at
his wrist and frantically look around, terrified that someone
will see how they're molesting me.  We're still alone.
     They both ignore my protests and press up against me.  Roger
is behind me, his erection hard against my ass cheeks.  Tim's
mouth dives to my tit and he starts sucking it, right there in
the store!
     When I resist him, I have to push against Roger.  When I
pull away from Roger, I'm forcing more tit into Tim's mouth.
     "Noooo," I whisper.
     They're both very strong, very insistent.  Despite my
horror, I feel my nipple leaping to attention between Tim's
hungry lips.  Roger's hand forces its way under the front of my
skirt and instantly stabs a finger into my shamelessly naked
cunt.
     He's shocked not to encounter and obstacle.  "Jesus, Tim! 
The cunt's not wearing any panties!"
     "Stop . . . for God's sake . . . stop!!"
     My pussy's beginning to drool.  I'm utterly humiliated. 
I've just been fucked by three boys and had more orgasms than I
can count and I'm getting hot again while two more kids feel me
up in the grocery store in broad daylight!
     I'm getting frantic.  I have to make them stop.
     "Please . . . I mean it . . . You'll get fired!!!"
     That makes them both look around.  "Maybe she's right, Tim."
     Tim gives up his lip lock on my nipple.  Roger backs off a
little but keeps his finger in my wet hole.
     "OK, Penny.  We'll let you go for now - if you promise to
drive around back when you're through and fuck us both."
     My hips are trying to move on Roger's finger.  My cunt's
making soft squishing noises.  It's all I can do to manage not to
plant my high heels further apart and let him have his way with
me right here.
     "Noooo, Tim . . . I can't . . . we'll be seen. . ."
     His fingers attach themselves to my hugely swollen nipple
again.  Roger whispers in my ear.  "Then we'll drag you into the
stock room and fuck you right now."
     "Nooooooo . . . please . . . stop . . . I'll . . . I'll do
it . . . in . . . the . . . car . . ."
     Just like that, I'm on the verge of cumming.  They back off,
leaving me feeling hot and empty.
     "God, what a fucking nympho you are Penny!" Tim growls,
staring at the wet spot his mouth has left on my blouse.  "I bet
you never get enough dick to satisfy you."
     I know it's true.  No matter how much I get, all it takes is
a touch, no matter how gentle or vicious, and I'm ready to go
again.  I can't shop any more.  My mind's gone blank.  The only
thought in my head is that I'm going to fuck them in the back of
the van, behind the grocery store.  Will they fuck me one at a
time or both together?  Which of my holes will they want?  This's
the first time it's happened away from home.  Will that make it
different?
     It does.  It's bizarre, but having Don's dick lodged in my
throat and Tim's in my pussy virtually in public makes my orgasm
begin almost before they touch me and endure even after they
stop.  I keep looking around to see if we're being observed and
am disappointed that we're not.
     Their continual curses, their nonstop praise for what a
fabulous fuck I am, make me feel so raunchy, such an utter whore. 
And all I feel is gratitude.  For once, I'm not ashamed of what
I've become.  Being treated like a sex toy in the grocery store
and beside the loading dock has changed things.  I know now that
it'll happen again and again, wherever I go.
     The taste of cum lingers in my mouth after they hurry back
inside, and I lay there, spread and nude, stroking my long clit
and nipples, like I'm waiting for someone else to climb in the
back with me and the sacks of groceries.  I coax yet another
rolling spasm from my tired body before buttoning the blouse over
my naked tits and wiggling the skirt down to cover my reddened
pussy.
     I don't start the van immediately.  I light a cigarette and
thrill to the memory of the danger as I repaint my face.  This
time I consciously decide I want to look cheap and sleazy for the
drive home.  I apply as much lipstick as I want, all the
eyeshadow my lids can carry.  I don't give a damn who sees me or
what they think.  I don't even bother to tug the skirt low enough
to cover the tops of my stockings.  I leave my flimsy blue bra on
the passenger seat, in plain view.  I am what I am, and I'm proud
of it.  I don't have anything to hide anymore. 



