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RWS-214 The Family Bed by Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1


It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted for it 
being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas vacation. 
Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that the day had been 
so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the lights in her classroom 
before the usual last minute gossip wandered in, keeping her from 
leaving on time. It happened often during the school term and 
ordinarily the attractive blonde teacher didn't mind in the least, as 
she wasn't happy about going home to an empty house. But this day she 
had good reason to get home early, as she was expecting a phone call 
from her daughter.

Before the last of the lights were turned off, the young teacher 
checked to be sure the list of instructions for the janitor were firmly 
attached to the bulletin board. Everything was in order, so she picked 
up her purse and coat, then walked to the door. After looking back at 
the small room, she closed the door and locked it from the outside. She 
glanced up and down the familiar, but now unusually quiet, corridor, 
then walked briskly out to her car, remembering that tomorrow she would 
be meeting her daughter and son for a much needed holiday.

"Good grief!" she exclaimed out loud to scold herself for having 
forgotten why she was in a hurry. Sheri was due to call in half an 
hour, and Donna knew her daughter would worry if she wasn't there to 
receive the call. Sheri had become so mature in the past few months 
that it was almost frightening. In fact, when both the children had 
arrived home for a weekend last month, she had been amazed at how grown 
up they had become since their last visit. They seemed more worldly 
wise; a look about them that she wasn't sure how to interpret, and in 
some ways, she had been even more conscious of the changes in her son.

Kevin was no longer her little boy, but instead he was a young man 
maturing rapidly. Yet there was still that special gleam in his eyes 
that made her feel proud, and as always she had a hard time keeping her 
emotions in check. He was her boy, and she would always want to hold 
and squeeze him, maybe even more than a mother should. In fact, she had 
even trembled when he had walked into the house, greeting her with an 
innocent childish kiss on the cheek.

Her immediate concern was for her daughter, however, as she had never 
really taken the time to discuss the things a mother should pass on to 
a daughter. After Sheri had announced that a boyfriend was coming to 
visit them during Christmas vacation, several times in the few days 
that followed that statement, Donna had wanted to call her daughter and 
talk about it. Yet she hadn't, and somehow she felt that Sheri was more 
aware of sexual matters than she.

It took fifteen minutes to drive from the school to her Pasadena home 
at a safe speed, and although she was in a hurry that evening, Donna 
drove at her usual pace. She knew that she would be there in plenty of 
time, yet she still felt apprehensive. As always, there was that little 
nag, that tiny feeling of guilt. It was her biggest regret in life that 
she didn't have more time to be a mother to her children, instead of 
their sole support.

Donna Howell, long ago, had decided that her children should have the 
best education possible within her means, and to her way of thinking 
this meant private schools. Her decision, influenced by the necessity 
to teach in order to support herself and her children, was also 
predicated on a belief that they would benefit from the close ties and 
relationships of a private school that would hopefully fill the gap 
left by her absence. This thinking, however, was far from what either 
Kevin or Sheri really needed, and while it was true that they both had 
developed intellectually, physically and socially in the private school 
environment, there was a glaring lack of parent-child love.

Donna Howell, in making her choice, had not only neglected her own 
personal life, but had inadvertently alienated her son and daughter 
from a family life of love and understanding they sorely needed. Now 
that Sheri was in college, it only compounded Donna's financial 
responsibilities, and on the rare occasions when they were together, 
she found that the gulf between them had perceptibly widened.

It had been Sheri who had first suggested the Christmas trip to 
Yosemite, and when Donna had eagerly agreed to the reuniting of the 
family, she had no way of knowing what had really precipitated her 
daughter's motives. Nor at the time could she have imagined what would 
actually happen--and happen in such a way that went far beyond the 
bounds of family unity the young mother envisioned.

It was only on rare occasions like this that Donna Howell questioned 
the way things went in her life, as she wholeheartedly believed her 
main function as a parent was to do whatever was required to provide 
for her children, a belief fostered by the problems she had had to face 
at a very young age. She had been the only child of a policeman, her 
mother having died shortly before Donna's tenth birthday, and although 
her father did everything possible to create opportunities for her 
betterment, she was left on her own shortly after she turned twenty 
when he was slain trying to avert a bank robbery. Donna had been a 
junior in college and dating Walter Howell at the time, but not until 
her father's tragic death did she attach any significance to Walter's 
romantic intentions. Shortly after graduation they were married and 
Donna divided her time between teaching and making a home for her 
husband, but with the birth of her daughter the following year, all of 
her attention was required at home. A year after Sheri was born they 
had their second child, Kevin, and Donna had pretty well settled down 
to being a mother and housewife, a life she was willing to accept. But 
then, when she was only twenty-two, tragedy struck again--her husband 
was the innocent victim of an automobile accident.

Donna, already twice hardened by fate, rebounded quickly from the 
shock, knowing full well that she had two young children to support, 
and the only avenue open to her was teaching. During the next few 
years, she had many male admirers, one of whom even asked her to marry 
him, but she became completely absorbed in the task of supporting her 
children, and in the process neglected her own personal life. She told 
herself that she would never marry again and risk the chance of losing 
another husband, but the truth was that although her short lived 
marriage had produced two offspring, she had been young and naive and 
unable to cope with the sexual requirements that went with it.

To her way of thinking, dating exposed her to risks that she couldn't 
afford to take, especially if it meant taking her time away from 
earning income for herself and the children. Yet, her startling good 
looks attracted many men, and she was constantly put in the position of 
finding excuses to spurn offers of dates. At first she used her 
children as an excuse, but later, when they were older and away at 
school, she fooled herself into believing that male companions would 
only be after her small, but hard earned savings. And, next to the 
children, teaching was her life. Yet there were times when she had 
feelings she didn't want to recognize.

Late at night when she was lying in bed, unable to sleep, tingling 
little flames of sexual desire would creep forth to dance enticingly 
over her long-denied body; her loins would begin to throb with a 
burning consciousness that dominated her mind, making her want to touch 
herself everywhere, to be covered with the hard muscular body of a man. 
Sometimes, in a dreamlike state, she would answer the demanding fires, 
stroking and probing between her thighs with hungrily searching 
fingers. But what always remained was a constant gnawing hunger, a 
desire for a close, intimate relationship, and she had to force herself 
to put it out of her mind. The security that she had worked for so 
diligently, the years of teaching, none of it was to be wasted away for 
some brief moment of weakness. Over and over again, she told herself 
there would be time for personal pleasures when her children were 
educated and grown to adults, able to stand on their own, and when they 
were home from private school, and now college for Sheri, she was 
constantly worried that she wouldn't have enough time to spend with 
them.

Turning off the street to the long driveway that led to the house, 
Donna slowed down, then finally stopped the car. She shut off the 
engine and sat quite still for several minutes, realizing that she had 
been day-dreaming, driving automatically. Of late, when her thoughts 
had dwelt for too long on the opposite sex, she discovered that a warm 
moisture quite unexpectedly dampened the narrow crotchband of her 
panties, and as she got out of the car, she found that such was the 
case now. Self-consciously she walked up the path, her mind in search 
of the cause for the effect between her thighs. This state of affairs--
her reminiscings of her long departed husband, her son, and her 
daughter's unseen, undescribed boyfriend--perplexed her, but when she 
finally had the front door open, the insistent ring of the telephone 
brought her back to reality.

"Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear."

"You okay? You sound sort of funny."

"I ... I'm fine. Just a little tired. I was finishing up some paper 
work at school and I just got home."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Everything's set here. Kevin will be here any minute. He's going 
to spend the night here at the apartment, and we'll be leaving about 
noon tomorrow. We'll meet you at the Ahwahnee as planned. Okay?"

There was no answer for a minute.

"Mom?"

"... Sheri ... There's something I want to talk to you about."

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"It's ... it's about ... Ward."

"Oh, mom! Don't be silly. He's really very nice. You'll like him."

"I ..."

"We can talk about it tomorrow. I've got to go now. Kevin's due any 
second. See you tomorrow. Bye."

The line clicked dead with finality, but Donna Howell held the phone to 
her ear for several seconds longer. Finally, the unspoken questions 
still choking in her throat, she replaced the receiver in its cradle.

She stood quite still for a long minute, then finally with a shrug, she 
headed for her bedroom and the unfinished packing. Tomorrow, she 
thought. Tomorrow I've got to talk to her.

*   *   *


Kevin Howell gave the address to the taxi driver, then sank gratefully 
into the security of the cab's seat cushions. He looked upon the busy, 
late afternoon streets of San Diego with apprehension, his thoughts of 
that day more than a little bewildering; first the bus ride from 
Riverside that had seemed unending, then the arrival in this strange 
city, and now the cab ride itself.

At sixteen Kevin was nearing physical maturity, but having lived a 
rather cloistered life, he was not fully prepared to cope with adult 
decisions and adult anxieties in a suddenly adult world. His six-foot 
frame, still youthfully slender, was the only feature that did not bear 
a startling resemblance to his mother and seventeen year old sister; a 
resemblance that bore very little likeness to the man in the old and 
wrinkled photograph in his wallet. In the past there had been many 
times when Kevin removed that photograph and studied it intently, but 
of late this practice had all but disappeared. It was the only picture 
he possessed of a father he had never known, and along with the 
fragments of the past passed on by his mother, it had ceased to hold 
much sentimental value for him. Yet, he did not discard it. Nor did he 
fail to inquire on the rare occasions his mother mentioned his father. 
The fact that these occasions were rare was not a deliberate attempt on 
Donna Howell's part to suppress any knowledge about her long-dead 
husband, but stemmed more realistically from the absence of Kevin and 
his sister Sheri from their Pasadena home.

Kevin sat forward in the cab, his attention drawn suddenly to row after 
row of carefully sculptured lawns lining the residential street. At the 
last intersection the cab had swung onto a wide palm-lined avenue, and 
Kevin deduced that his sister's apartment building was only eight 
blocks away. The apprehension that had been dogging him all day abated 
somewhat with the realization that he would soon be there, and he began 
to take note of his surroundings.

The neat houses, row upon row, and identical except for color, appeared 
staid and lifeless, cold and unreal, colder even than the towering 
palms rustling in the winter breeze. This appearance reflected Kevin's 
own feelings. It seemed that of late even his free time away from 
school was becoming routine, dull, painfully boring. The activities 
that had once dominated his thoughts, had somehow lost their 
importance. Sports, movies, card games--all failed to fill the vacant 
hours with meaningful pleasure. Life had suddenly seemed to have become 
useless child's play.

He hadn't put it into conscious thought yet, but his boyhood was 
steadily and surely slipping away; he was becoming a man.

Six blocks to go; his sister would be waiting. He knew, she had told 
him so last night on the phone. But the apprehension would not end 
there--that he also knew. Irrefutably. At the apartment he would learn 
whether it was on or off. Sheri had tricked him into it, and now there 
was no escape. Deep down, though, he hoped it was on.

It had all started with his sister's kidding, had built up from there 
until there was no backing out, and he knew that he would soon be faced 
with it. It--was to be his first real date outside of the supervised 
dances at school, and he had pressed her for details, but all she would 
tell him on the phone was that the girl was "something else".

Four blocks to go. He wanted to lose his virginity, but such a 
happening had seemed to be such an impossible task in the restrictive 
private school environment that he found it hard to believe it was 
really going to happen now. He was certain he'd have been far more 
experienced with the opposite sex had he gone to public schools, but 
then, that just hadn't been possible. His mother had to devote too much 
time to supporting them, and he understood that. It wasn't her fault 
that co-educational boarding schools didn't exist.

Two blocks to go. As far as he was concerned, Sheri had it made. She 
could just about have her pick from thousands of boys at San Diego 
State and get laid anytime she wanted to. Hell, all girls could 
probably get screwed if they went out with the right guy, but his older 
sister was popular and sexy enough to have an even larger choice. He 
didn't know how much experience she had, maybe none, but he couldn't 
help feeling a bit envious of her position at times. She seemed so wise 
and experienced, like a free spirit able to get what she wanted, when 
she wanted, and he wished he could feel that way too. Yet, it was 
because of this feeling about her that he worried. He was constantly 
thinking she might get into a situation she didn't want, and then not 
be able to back away from it.

No blocks to go. He was paying the cab driver when the clicking of high 
heels reached his ears, and he turned to watch his sister coming 
quickly down the walk toward him. Even from a distance she looked 
sharp, her long blonde hair flowing in the breeze like a golden halo 
around her pretty face. She had become a young woman in such a 
seemingly short time that every time he saw her he was amazed. She was 
wearing a dress that accented her figure, and he couldn't help 
wondering how she would look naked. It was as if she was too sexy to 
believe; her breasts firm and full, her narrow waist accenting softly 
flared hips and long tapering legs, and her trim young buttocks--sexier 
than any young girl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm 
ripe melons waiting for someone to come along and squeeze them. He'd be 
happy if his date looked half as good as his sister!

With a smile on her lips, Sheri watched her younger brother approach. 
He was handsome, and even more than that, physically appealing. Kevin 
had been the athletic type for some time, the kind interested in sports 
and nothing more, but she noticed with satisfaction that he was 
changing, and she liked what she saw. His character and motion had 
mellowed into a smooth appearance, and he exuded an intense physical 
sexuality that seemed to boil from within.

"Hi, good looking!" she said fondly.

"Hi, Sis!" he responded casually. The tone would have hidden his 
anxiety to anyone but her.

"Right on time I see," she said trying to look forlorn. She wanted to 
keep him guessing for awhile.

"Yeah." He wanted to stay cool, but he was having a hard time 
containing his disappointment. "You look nice ..."

"Thanks. So do you. How are you fixed for money?" she questioned 
without explanation.

"I've got ten bucks left. You need it?" He started to reach for his 
wallet.

"No," she answered, then dropped the subject. She looked past Kevin and 
up the street. He turned to see what she was looking at. "Ward's 
picking me up. He should be along soon," she said looking back to her 
brother. His expression was strained, and she couldn't go on torturing 
him any longer. She reached into her purse and pulled out a ten dollar 
bill, handing it to him.

"What's this for?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the money as if it 
contained some mystery.

"You'll need it tonight ... for your date!" she smiled, seeing his eyes 
widen.

"Oh ... thanks," he said, but his voice was strained, giving away his 
excitement. He wanted to know more; what the girl was like! "You ... ah 
... sure you won't need this?" he asked, indicating the money in his 
hand.

"Her name is Susan Hatton," she replied, shaking her head negatively to 
answer his question. "You're taking her out to dinner, so you'll need 
more than ten dollars!"

"Oh, great, swell! Susan Hatton, huh?" He wanted to come right out and 
ask his sister if the girl was a willing type, but he didn't have the 
nerve. He was excited enough just knowing that the date was on, and he 
had a million other questions.

"It's quite simple," she said seeing that he was still confused. "Susan 
is going to pick you up here ... She'll be driving a white Cadillac. 
Anyway, I told her to meet you here at five-thirty! She'll probably be 
late, so don't get antsy and leave." There was a burning question in 
his mind, and she knew it. But she was determined to leave it for him 
to ask.

So that was it. The girl, a big car, it was all perfect, and he hoped 
he was ready for it. His seventeen year old sister was far wiser and 
aware of such matters, and her reassurance would be a big help. It was 
a question of time enough to discuss it, and he looked at his watch, 
seeing it was five-fifteen.

"What time you expecting Ward?" he asked trying to sound relaxed.

"He's late now." She waved one arm toward the apartment building. 
"Sorry I don't have time to show you around. It's 8-A."

"Great. It's okay." Kevin swallowed, then cleared his throat. "I guess 
you've had a lot of experience these past few months ..."

Sheri cut him off. "I'm still a virgin if that's what you mean!" she 
said, and when he started to nod his head, she continued. "But I don't 
intend to stay one much longer!"

He didn't know what to say then. He could only stare at his pretty 
sister, wondering what came next.

"When I meet the right guy ... well, you don't have to look so 
worried," she protested on seeing her brother's expression. "Ward isn't 
the one! At least I don't think so ... I just don't believe virginity 
is a prize I should cling to forever," she added defensively.

He was impressed by her decisive attitude, and actually surprised that 
she still was a virgin. Most important at that moment, it gave him the 
opportunity he was looking for. "Is that the way Susan Hatton thinks?" 
he said unable to disguise a sheepish expression.

Sheri laughed out loud, realizing that he had succeeded in getting to 
the point. "Maybe she doesn't have to worry about it anymore," she said 
to stimulate his imagination. "You'll like her well enough, I'm sure. 
Just let things happen as they will."

He wanted more details, but she spoke as if that was all she would give 
him. Maybe knowing too much was bad, at least that was what she seemed 
to be getting at. "I sure appreciate your fixing me up this way ... if 
there ..."

"Just have a good time and get what you want!" she interrupted 
hurriedly, and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "I see Ward's 
car coming ... come on and I'll introduce you." She walked to the curb 
pulling him with her.

Kevin looked up the street, and his eyes followed the expensive sports 
car as it pulled up along side them. He was impressed by the car alone, 
but the guy behind the wheel really surprised him. He was sharply 
dressed, "suave" was the word that came to his mind, but Kevin guessed 
the man had to be at least in his middle thirties. Probably old enough 
to be his and Sheri's father, he thought.

Sheri didn't wait for Ward to get out of the car, but opened the 
passenger door and slipped onto the seat. "Ward Murdock ... my little 
brother, Kevin!" she said motioning toward each.

Since there was no top on the car, Kevin reached out over his sister's 
blonde head to shake the older man's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Your sister has talked about you so much, I feel like I already know 
you," Ward answered the greeting, shaking the boy's hand firmly.

He had a pleasant, sincere smile on his face, and Kevin couldn't help 
but like the man immediately. "Well don't let me hold you up. Thanks 
again Sheri!" he said giving his sister a meaningful look.

"Just have a good time, little brother!"

"See you later." Ward said, and he started to pull away from the curb.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kevin yelled after the car, but he 
guessed they didn't hear him. He watched as the car disappeared from 
view, his mind placing himself behind the wheel of an expensive sports 
car. With a machine like that, he thought, making out with chicks would 
be easy.

He moved back away from the curb after looking up and down the street, 
but there was no sign of a Cadillac in either direction. The idea of 
him being picked up by his date made him feel a little self-conscious, 
but he knew that the chances of sexy things happening were far greater 
in a car than walking. He looked at his watch, and as there was still 
several minutes left before Susan Hatton was due to meet him, he walked 
toward the apartment building, wondering what she looked like. He 
reached the apartment and, after quickly glancing at the furnishings, 
moved to the front window with its view of the street. His gaze 
followed the direction the sports car had taken and he wondered how 
much longer his sister was going to remain a virgin. Not long, he 
finally concluded. Not long at all, judging by the look in Ward 
Murdock's eyes.

And not long for himself either--he hoped.



Chapter 2


"What is it your brother wouldn't do?" Ward had to raise his voice 
above the noise of the freeway as he shifted into fourth gear, the 
sports car running smoothly in the direction of his apartment. He had 
carefully arranged everything before going to get Sheri at her 
apartment, and he felt certain the steak dinner and candlelight setting 
would provide just the right atmosphere for an intimate seduction.

"He's young and adventuresome. Does that answer your question?" Sheri 
was used to his attempts at guiding their conversations toward sex, and 
she recognized the implications in his question. Usually she squelched 
his efforts, though she did enjoy discovering his different approaches. 
Dating him was like a continuing lesson in the techniques of seducing a 
girl, and in some ways she was proud of his failure to win her over. 
Yet he never pushed, but instead was cool and mature, and she liked 
that in him too. Though convinced she would never give in to his 
advances, the young teenager also became more and more sure he was the 
type of man she would eventually want to lose her virginity to.

"Well, I hope you feel like an adventuresome dinner tonight," he said 
after a moment, "I'm going to treat you to the experience of my own 
cooking ..."

Finally he's going to take me to his apartment, she thought. Since they 
started dating, Sheri had been curious about how a thirty three year 
old bachelor lived, and she wasn't at all worried over the idea of 
being alone with him there. It was simply another opportunity to learn 
more about him, and therefore men in general.

"Do I have a guarantee that I won't have to do the dishes?" she asked, 
her voice casual and undisturbed.

"Well ..." He acted like he was thinking about it, and he was pleased 
that she had accepted his dinner plans so readily.

"Say yes or I'll refuse to eat!"

"I have a dishwasher ..."

"Male or female?"

"Female of course!"

"O.K. then," she said, and they both laughed. She felt it was going to 
be an interesting evening, and she relaxed, letting the wind blow her 
long blonde hair as the car sped down the highway.

It seemed only a few minutes before Ward was pulling up in front of a 
large apartment house, and she was impressed at how luxurious the 
building appeared. They got out of the car, and he led her through the 
archway into a garden courtyard. It was nicely landscaped, and in the 
middle was an inviting looking and lighted swimming pool. They walked 
past the pool to the rear of the building, and after climbing a short 
curving stairway, stood before a single door. Sheri turned around to 
look out over the courtyard, and she noted that the building was 
arranged in such a way as to give the illusion that each apartment was 
separate. She guessed the rent had to be high, and after being ushered 
inside the apartment, she knew her judgment was correct.

Off to the right of a large entry hall was a spacious living room like 
she had never seen before in her life. The lush carpeting was almost 
pure white, and it all seemed to focus on a sunken area in front of a 
huge stone fireplace. In the center was a low, black table, and it was 
surrounded by large colorful pillows. The table was already set for a 
candlelight dinner, and it looked so cozy, she was ready to start 
eating right then.

Walking through an arched passageway, they were in a kitchen completely 
equipped with all the modern conveniences, and Ward slipped off his 
jacket, draping it over a chair. "This is where the magic begins," he 
said as he pulled up his sleeves to get ready to work.

But certainly not where it ends, she thought, wondering where his 
bedroom was. She figured it had to be on the opposite side of the entry 
hall, a distance that would give time for second thoughts in a heated 
situation, so she guessed he would make his play on the large pillows 
and plush carpet. Now that she was there in his apartment, she wasn't 
sure if she would refuse him or not?

"Are you going to do all the cooking?" she asked, noticing the makings 
of a dinner spread out on a counter.

"Absolutely ... been doing it for years," he answered with a wink. "But 
first we can have a couple of martinis. There's a limit of two, because 
I have an excellent wine to go with the steaks."

Sheri liked the way he treated her when it came to drinking liquor, and 
she knew that he thought her older than seventeen. In the beginning, he 
had believed her to be a young student teacher at the college, and she 
never bothered to correct his notion. She felt he might be reluctant to 
take her places she wanted to go if he knew her to be underage, and she 
was fortunate to look mature enough to avoid questions from bartenders. 
She had considered telling him her true age on several occasions, but 
her real reluctance was a fear that he would just stop taking her out. 
Since he had never tried to ply her with drinks, she didn't see any 
reason to destroy the good times she had, nor the chance to get away 
from schoolwork at every possible opportunity. She had a good thing 
going with no obligations, and she was glad to keep it going as long as 
she could.

Ward made her take her second martini into the living room as he busied 
himself with the final preparations for the gourmet dinner. He had 
music playing on the stereo, and Sheri was glad to make herself 
comfortable by the table in the sunken area. The large pillows were 
soft, and as she lay back luxuriously against one, she couldn't help 
feeling excited. Her first martini had made her feel a warm sensation 
flowing through her body, and the second one seemed to amplify it 
tenfold. She seemed to be more aware of her whole body than she had 
ever been in her life, and the contact with her surroundings was very 
pleasant. Then the thought occurred to her that she was alone in that 
alien environment with a man, and there was nothing she could think of 
to convince herself to say no to him when the proper time came.

She had taken the last sip of her martini when Ward entered the room 
carrying a large tray, and when she started to jump up to help him with 
the food, she felt like her blood had suddenly rushed to her head. She 
had to sit back again to shake the dizziness away, and she was pleased 
to discover that he hadn't noticed her slightly tipsy condition.

"Sit back and relax. It's prepared to perfection, so we'd better eat it 
right away," he said as he stepped down into the sunken area with her 
and placed the tray on the low table.

Sheri was embarrassed by the way such a small amount of liquor had 
affected her, and she felt she should hide it from him. Seeing the food 
reminded her that she had skipped lunch that afternoon, and two 
martinis on an empty stomach had obviously been too much. But the food 
looked good, and she felt terrifically hungry. Eating, she figured, 
would help curb the effect of the liquor.

"I have to admit, it certainly does look good," she said seriously, and 
it tasted good too. With candles on the table glowing with a softly 
dancing light, they both sat on the pillows eating the rare steak and 
drinking a good red wine. It didn't dampen Sheri's mood in the least, 
but rather her reverie increased with each passing moment until she 
felt herself floating with excited anticipation. It was an uncommon 
sensation of tantalizing warmth that took control of her mind and body, 
and when they had finished eating the meal, it seemed perfectly natural 
for Ward to move slowly in her direction, his mouth moist and slightly 
open as it met with her lips.

Like a continuing gesture of unique indulgence, the kiss thrilled her 
to the very depths of her aroused young body. He drove his tongue deep 
between her parted lips, and she sucked on it as her nerves tingled 
with growing excitement. In her pulse-quickened state, the dinner had 
been like foreplay to an extraordinary seduction. The factors behind 
her stimulation were not important to her at the moment, but instead 
she knew that she was ready right then and there to resign her body, 
her virginity, to the older man kissing her so passionately.

In the open space in front of the fireplace, Ward turned her body 
against his, no longer willing to contain the urgency of his desire. He 
had set the stage for the seduction of this voluptuous young woman, and 
now his penis was throbbing with lust. Still kissing her deeply, he 
moved his hand down over the smooth curve of her buttocks, and pressing 
hard against the firmly rounded cheeks, he ground his rigid shaft 
against the softness of her thighs. Her fresh young female scent, her 
figure, everything about her was sexually exciting, and he was 
determined to have her sensual young body squirming under him in 
passion once and for all. Sliding his hand lower, he pushed his fingers 
in toward the narrow hidden space up between her thighs as his lust-
engorged cock throbbed with tremendous pressure.

"Darling," she said, twisting away from his kiss. She put her mouth 
close to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even more as she 
spoke. "Wait, darling, please! I ... I want ..." Her belly was burning 
with a passion that grew more intense from thinking about what she had 
to say. She knew resisting was hopeless, as her own mind and body 
wanted sexual fulfillment now more completely than ever before. 
"Undress me, darling!" she exclaimed, partly surprising even herself. 
"I want to be completely naked when you do it to me."

His blood-filled cock jerked as her words came hotly into his ear, a 
clear and concise indication of her acquiescence. She wanted to be 
naked! Moving his head back, he looked directly into her liquid eyes, 
but she only looked down, almost shyly, he thought. He didn't want to 
give her the opportunity to reconsider, so he raised up on his knees, 
turning her so that he could loosen the zipper running down the back of 
her dress.

It seemed only right to remain somewhat proper, even after having 
requested to be stripped of her clothes, so she couldn't look into his 
eyes. She wanted him to make love to her, to have him gently caress her 
naked young body, kiss her lovingly from head to toe until finally her 
virginity would melt away in heated passion. But, he didn't know that 
she was a virgin, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to know about it 
either. Being seventeen and still totally inexperienced in sex was 
almost shameful these days.

After numerous rejections, Sheri's sudden willingness was hard for Ward 
Murdock to believe. It was as if she had become a different person, but 
one that was very obviously ready and able to be fucked. It seemed 
apparently that the dinner and drinks had worked in compounding her 
true emotions and making her finally ready to be taken by him. He was 
so anxious for it, that he didn't really care what the reason behind it 
all was.

Reaching out hurriedly, the suave older man pulled the zipper of her 
dress down toward her narrow waist. His hard, pulsing cock was ready to 
burst with the intense excitement of finally conquering her previously 
reluctant young body. The idea of shoving his cock up into the soft wet 
folds of her hair-lined vagina was more arousing under the 
circumstances than would normally be the case, and his lust-tightened 
balls pounded with unbearable pressure from his churning sperm. In one 
swift movement, he unhooked the back of her brassiere, then pushed both 
dress and brassiere forward leaving her naked to the waist. She shyly 
bent her head down as he turned her, the golden strands of her hair 
cascading down over her shoulders so that the taut pink tips of her 
full, firmly set breasts were just peaking out from behind her silken 
curls, and he knew then that he would have to hurry or he wouldn't last 
a minute.

The inexperienced young teenager was suddenly aware of a desperate kind 
of energy from the older man, as his hands seemed to move over her body 
with vibrating quickness. Yet, for the moment she was more concerned 
with her vulnerable nakedness, and she looked at his face for an 
indication of his approval. He bent forward suddenly, and she caught 
her breath as his mouth closed wetly over the bud-like tip of her naked 
breast. His arms held her pressed tightly to him as his tongue rolled 
around and around the pinkly puckered flesh of her hardened nipple, and 
his teeth nipped at the sensitive tip, sending thrilling little surges 
of pleasure through her tense young body. She was totally absorbed by 
the lewd sensations, hardly aware of his fingers working their way 
teasingly into the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon panties.

"Ooooohh, darling ... we ... I ... Ohhhh!"

The thirty-three year old businessman was only sampling what he had 
wanted and waited for for so long, so very long, and the tenderness of 
her soft young flesh in his mouth was as bittersweet as the first taste 
of unrequited desire. Too often he had been held off by this voluptuous 
young blonde, and now with her half-naked body in his grasp, he was not 
to be denied anything. He wanted all of her, hard and fast, ramming his 
lust-engorged cock deep into her smooth, trembling little belly until 
she begged and pleaded for his heated sperm to gush out and fill her 
seething vagina with its milk-white thickness.

Lifting Sheri up with one arm, he pushed her dress down from her 
flaring hips, trying in the same motion to remove the lacy material of 
her panties. Her dress dropped at her feet, but her panties remained 
half-on, the tight waistband clinging to her firm full thighs just 
inches below the lightly curling little hairs of her blonde pubic 
triangle. He didn't bother with her panties then, but pressed her 
tantalizing nakedness back down on two of the large pillows, 
positioning her so that her buttocks were raised up and her long, well-
tapered legs sloped upward like an easily climbed hill.

The sudden and unexpected manner in which she was placed on the pillows 
frightened the teenage girl, and her natural instinct to protect 
herself took hold of her mind. It was too sudden, too real, and she 
felt terribly open and vulnerable with her panties pulled half-way down 
her thighs. Her position was humiliating, not romantic as she had 
expected, and she wanted to object, to let her boyfriend know that she 
felt wronged.

"Please, Ward ... be gentle ... not like this ... please!" Sheri cried 
as his mouth on her breast suddenly seemed like it was sucking the 
inside out of it, his teeth nipping hotly at her nipples and leaving 
tiny impressions like a lewd physical symbol of his lust. She was 
pinned helplessly beneath his strong muscular body, the pillows beneath 
her making any movement difficult, and she couldn't twist out from 
under him as he locked one knee between her whitely trembling thighs. 
Slowly and surely her girlish fantasies were crumbling down around her, 
and the final blow to all of her dreams of the first time with a man 
came with the ripping sound of her white lace panties being torn away 
from her now totally naked body.

Ward could hear her cries of protest, but his passion was unleashed, 
refusing to give heed to anything but complete possession of her 
vibrant young body. She had teased him on other dates, acting coy and 
innocent, and continually putting off his advances. He had let her play 
her game, but now that she had committed herself, he was going to show 
her what fucking was all about. He wasn't interested in preliminaries 
or childish rhetoric, and he was intent on making up the lost time from 
their other dates.

Running his hand up between the soft inner flesh of her quivering 
thighs, he felt the silken curls of her pubic hair, and he squirmed his 
fingers slowly into the soft warm folds of her pussy, searching for the 
tiny clenched opening nestling in between. The heated young cuntal 
flesh was already moist, in spite of Sheri's terror, and he parted the 
narrow, hair-fringed slit with his middle finger, working it 
relentlessly toward the sensitive little opening to her cunt with 
experienced skill.

A state of hopeless confusion engulfed the teenager's mind as she felt 
his fingers working their way relentlessly into her naked vagina. She 
tried to clamp her legs together, wanting nothing else but to close off 
any access to her trembling virginity, but he had her legs held wide 
apart. Her efforts were futile as she felt her defenseless young pussy 
being ravaged as his fingers probed hotly into the thin, hair-lined 
cuntal lips, seeking like tiny insects the virginally hidden passage to 
her womb. Even when his fingers brushed across her pulsing clitoris, 
still hardened from her previous anticipation, her fear outweighed the 
bolt of electric-like pleasure. This wasn't the way she wanted her 
first sexual experience! She wanted to reach the sexual heights that 
she had imagined so many times in recent years, heights that her own 
fingers had failed to bring her when she had played with herself, but 
her older boyfriend's aggressive method was not what she had planned 
for, not the way she wanted her deflowering to be.

"Oooohhh ... noooo! Pleaseee, darling!" She moaned when Ward's middle 
finger wormed hungrily into the tender flesh around the opening of her 
tight moist cunt. She wanted to tell him she was a virgin in hopes of 
making him understand her cries, but the words caught in her throat as 
she felt his fingers searching spider-like up between her legs.

Sheri was every bit the sensual woman Ward Murdock had expected to 
find, and just the sight of her nakedly curved young body made his 
blood race with lust. Her cunt was tight, virginally tight, and he 
worked his finger in between the soft, hair-covered lips, worming it up 
inside the warm fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for 
his waiting cock. Her moans went unnoticed in his frenzy, and he drove 
his finger in and out of the tightly restricting passage with savage 
thrusts. Her efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his 
knees placed firmly on the carpet between her thighs, and he stayed 
bent over her body, his mouth kissing and nipping voraciously at her 
throbbing young breasts.

Yet, in spite of his unthinking assault upon her naked flesh, the 
blonde teenager still felt the lewdly rising thrill of seduction 
swirling through her loins as his middle finger slithered full length 
up into the tight wet passage of her cunt. It was his abrupt manner 
that bothered her, but despite her shame and humiliation, she felt the 
familiar tingle of excitement from her aching clitoris. Her virginal 
pussy was becoming moist with her own secretions, and she tried to 
focus her attention on the erotically growing sensations from his 
obscene finger-fucking, but before she could firmly grasp the lewd 
feeling, he pulled his hand from between her open thighs.

She knew that he was frantically groping with his pants, and the 
thought of what he was preparing to do excited her in spite of his 
rough, almost uncaring treatment of her. A shiver ran the entire length 
of her spine when he crawled up between her widespread thighs, his arms 
placed firmly on her shoulders to pin her back against the pillow. She 
saw the blazing lust in his eyes then, and she looked away only to see 
his turgid penis standing out huge and menacing from the tangled growth 
of hair covering his loins. It was pointing directly at the sparsely 
curling triangle of her own pubic hair, throbbing and jerking like a 
hungry animal about to devour its prey, making Sheri shake 
uncontrollably with fear.

"Wait ... pleaseee, Ward ... I'm a virgin ... a virgin!" she cried, the 
words finally finding their way out of her throat. Yet, they seemed to 
fall on deaf ears as her thirty-three year old bachelor stared down 
between their poised bodies, not lifting his eyes to meet her pleading 
gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't listening, and she prepared 
herself for the worst. She felt certain that his thickly distended 
penis would split her in two, and the thought made her anxiously 
examine its throbbing length. The tip was thick and purple, a rubbery-
like head that seemed to bulge with his frenzy. She could clearly see 
the long shaft lined with a network of blood-filled veins which pounded 
with his heartbeat, and the entire lust-engorged shaft protruded like a 
huge sawed-off telephone pole from the tight tangle of black pubic hair 
at its base. The heavy, sperm-filled sacs holding his balls below were 
drawn up tightly between his thighs, and she knew the semen within was 
stirring hotly, anxious for release. As much as the sight frightened 
her, the young blonde suddenly had visions of the huge cock spurting 
out its white-hot cum from the dilated tip, and she couldn't help 
wondering how it would feel erupting and spewing out its liquid deep 
inside her naked belly.

Feasting his eyes upon her openly spread vagina, Ward felt like cumming 
all over her milk-white body, and drenching her white sensuous little 
belly and pussy hair with his sperm. She seemed helpless and pure, 
unlike any other girl he'd had before, and he hesitated to take in a 
moment longer the sight of her tight young pussy nestled so warmly up 
between her long trembling legs. The silky, pale-colored pubic hair 
lining the narrow pink slit of her cunt was like cornsilk and where it 
parted around the tight, mouth-like opening, there were tiny droplets 
of moisture clinging to the curling strands. The fleshy outer-lips 
looked absolutely untouched, like a brand new glove made for his cock 
alone, and he knew it was ready and waiting now to absorb up inside the 
throbbing length of his penis, and hold it there until it had sucked 
and milked all of the eagerly waiting semen from his cum-filled balls. 
He had to fuck her, and right away!

Shifting his weight to one side, he reached down with his free hand and 
grasped his long hard cock, moving his hips forward until the smooth, 
rubbery flesh of the tip made light contact with the soft-fleshed 
warmth of her seeping cunt. With her pelvis slightly elevated by the 
pillow beneath her buttocks, he was able to work with ease, and using 
the lust-hardened cock-head like a wedge, he moved it up and down in 
the hair-lined slit, parting the thin fleshy lips that hid the tiny 
opening to her virginal little belly. She moaned when he brushed the 
tip of it across her pulsating clitoris, and he teased over it several 
times until he couldn't wait to fuck her any longer. With his blood-
filled cock positioned right at the opening of her cuntal passage, he 
raised himself higher over her spread-eagled young body to ready 
himself for the thrust of his lust-hardened cock quickly and deeply up 
inside her defenseless belly.

The flanges of her virgin pussy were parted outward, the soft hair-
lined cuntal lips spread open and wrapped tightly around the huge 
bulbous head of his cock, poised and ready to drive far up inside her 
helpless body, tearing her well-protected young virginity into useless 
shreds as it passed. She cried for mercy, but the words only echoed in 
her head, unable to get out past her choked-up throat. She wanted to 
plead with him to have mercy, that he was much too big for her, and she 
knew that all the excitement and anticipation she had felt would be 
destroyed by a flesh-tearing lunge into her unyielding little vagina. 
The pressure against the tightly clenched little opening became greater 
and greater, and she was sure the huge rod of flesh could never fit 
inside her. It just couldn't. Not without killing her!

"Noooooooo! Pleaseeee! Ooohh!"

Her cringing little cuntal mouth was like a tight elastic band that 
refused to give way under his insistent force, and he continued pushing 
his hips forward with all his strength. His aching cock was ramrod hard 
and stiff, and the thrill of finally having it pressing nakedly against 
her seething pussy-lips made his penis swell even larger. Pushing his 
knees out to force her legs wider apart, Ward gave a heavy shove 
forward, and the huge rubbery head of his cock popped suddenly up 
inside her excruciatingly stretched cunt.

"Aaaaagghhhh!" she screamed as a great flashing pain seared through her 
captive loins, and her vagina was stretched wide to take the giant head 
of his lust-hardened penis inside. She felt like she was being impaled 
by a red-hot poker iron, and this was just the tip of his cock! She 
couldn't imagine how it could hurt more when the rest of his pulsing 
hardness was pushed up into her belly. Desperately she tried to squirm 
her naked body out from under him, but to no avail. She was held too 
securely by his arms and legs, and looking down over the tops of her 
full round breasts, she could see that only an inch of his blood-
engorged cock had penetrated her impossibly stretched vagina. Her 
situation was hopeless.

The tightly clasping flesh around the head of his blood-filled penis 
served only to excite Ward more. He had to have his cock buried all the 
way up inside her moist young cunt before he jetted his impatiently 
churning sperm right then and there. He was aware that she was fighting 
him, her narrow unstretched vagina not yet adjusted to his massive 
thickness, but he couldn't keep himself in control any longer and only 
shoved deeper into her hotly squirming body.

"Ooooohhhh! Aaagghh! Nnnoo!" It was terrible, worse than Sheri had 
imagined it could possibly be, and she sank her teeth into her lower 
lip to stem the pain. He was like a maniac in his lust, and she thought 
he would kill her without ever knowing he was doing so. Worse than the 
pain was his apparent lack of concern for her feelings, and she felt 
humiliated and shamed for having led him on earlier. But when he shoved 
forward again, sinking his heavily throbbing cock in another few 
inches, the pain in her vagina was gone. The hurt that remained was in 
her mind, an accumulation of the suddenness of his approach and methods 
with her body, and for the young teenager, the last vestiges of her 
dreams about virginity lost, shattered with undignified force.

The warm glove-like feeling of her tightly clinging cunt around his 
pounding cock-flesh was sending such wild tremors of enjoyment to 
Ward's brain, that he knew he would have to do something quickly or he 
would cum at any second. Only a few inches of his swollen, raging cock 
remained outside the helplessly clasping mouth of her wide-split pussy, 
and he shoved hard forward with all his strength to sink the full 
length of it to its maximum depth up between her trembling legs. The 
lust-bloated cock-head ploughed up into the warm moist passage, parting 
the futilely resisting cuntal flesh like a massive pile-driver racing 
out of control.

"Uuugghh! Aaaaagghh!" Sheri didn't know what hit her, the suddenness of 
his penetration catching her unprepared. She felt as though the handle 
end of a baseball bat had been plunged up into her naked belly, and the 
surprise of being so suddenly filled by his mammoth penis made her 
tense up in a desperate effort to stop the final debasement of her 
body. She felt the hard rubbery tip of his cock pressing into her 
cervix deep inside, and she raised herself slightly on the floor 
cushions to look down between their lewdly joined bodies. His dark 
pubic hair was tangled with the lighter hair covering her wide-splayed 
vagina, and it staggered her imagination to think that his huge cock 
was now sunk all the way inside her no-longer-virginal belly!

Ward was almost beside himself. The fact of finally having his cock 
sunk deep in her snooty little belly was overwhelming, but the older 
man fought off his desire to cum, flexing the huge bulging head deep 
inside her quaking belly in an attempt to ward off the growing urgency 
of completion. She moaned as it stretched her wider still, her eyes 
dazed and unseeing from his cruel assault, but he couldn't wait. He 
wanted to fuck her for all she was worth, and immediately!

Pulling his hips back slowly, Ward withdrew his lengthy hardness from 
the depths of her constricted cuntal passage until only the thick, 
lust-swollen tip remained inside, and then with smoothly accelerating 
speed, he plunged heavily back into the warmth of her newly deflowered 
pussy.

"Oooohhh ... Pleeeeease! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The young blonde teenager chanted 
her displeasure to no avail as he began to fuck unmercifully up between 
her open thighs with long hard strokes.

Sheri was feeling nothing but shame and frustration, unable to 
understand why her boyfriend was acting so cruel and selfish, and the 
thought dominated her mind to such a degree, she didn't notice the 
reigniting sexual flame in the pit of her cock-filled belly.

The tight wet walls of her cunt seemed to flower open and then wrap 
warmly back around his hard driving cock as he shoved his hips forward 
in a powerful upward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and as fast as 
he was able, anxious to make up for all the frustrating nights he had 
longed to do it to her. Each deep, swift plunge of his lust-hardened 
penis was like a blow that released his pent-up emotions, and the 
strain of having to act like the perfect gentlemen all those times 
before now, was eased. It was as though he was finally completing an 
act that had started weeks in the past, and he was furious in his 
efforts to make up for lost time.

Sheri was squealing and squirming about beneath her boyfriend with each 
shattering lunge of his pistoning cock, and he gazed down hungrily over 
her writhing young body as he fucked his way in and out of her upturned 
pussy-flesh. Her thighs were pressing hard against his hips, making it 
more difficult for him to fuck her as fast as he wanted to, but there 
was little resistance as his cunt-moistened cock sluiced wetly in and 
out of her wide-splayed vaginal depths. The outer ring of glistening 
pink cuntal flesh seemed to flow inward with his rigidly sinking penis, 
and then it would roll back out as he withdrew again. Her tight little 
hair-lined slit was clasping around his inflexible cock so hard that he 
felt as though he could actually feel the blood swirling around deep 
inside it. His semen-filled balls swung freely below, slamming against 
the widespread crevice of her buttocks with a loud wet smacking noise, 
as her full, sensuously formed young breasts quivered and jerked on her 
chest from the impact of his lunge.

Her long blonde hair was spilled out all around on the carpet, twisting 
and tangling as she rolled her head from side to side. Her eyes were 
staring blankly upward, but her tongue was flashing out through her 
full red lips like a tiny pink phallus. Aroused by the sight of her 
moistly flicking tongue, the older bachelor pushed his hand beneath the 
rounded cheeks of her buttocks to lift her loins up higher to his 
vicious thrusts.

The incessant pounding in her ravaged young vagina was like thunder 
reverberating through her entire body, and she wanted to cry from the 
confusing emotions that darted through her mind. She couldn't let 
herself enjoy it even if she wanted to, because that would be like 
showing Ward that she approved of his violent methods. The 
inexperienced young teenager didn't want to believe that was the way 
sex was performed, so she tried to shut out the lewdly building little 
fires in her belly, a self protest to the way she was being treated.

Yet, she had to lift her head again to look down between her thighs at 
the huge, wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of her widespread 
vagina. It was angry red and slick with her cuntal secretions as it 
pulled out from between her milk-white thighs, and when it plunged into 
her belly again, she could feel his swollen testicles smack into her 
buttocks a moment before his unyielding cock hit the end of her ravaged 
young pussy. He fucked into her now with such savage force, she felt it 
like a shock wave pulsing through her entire body, and her firm young 
breasts quivered and danced lewdly from the force. Sheri thought she 
knew how a common whore must feel, used for sheer sexual gratification 
and nothing more. Her own no-longer-innocent cunt was now being fucked 
as though it were nestled there between her legs for Ward Murdock's 
lust alone.

But in spite of his savage attack on her naked body, the absence of any 
response was beginning to bother the older man, and he wanted to bring 
at least some sign of pleasure from the subjugated young girl beneath 
him. Her buttocks felt warm and soft cupped in his hands, and he could 
imagine the look of the tiny anal orifice tucked between her ass-
cheeks, like another mouth just below the tight fleshy warmth of her 
cunt. Extending his middle finger, he pushed it in between her buttocks 
and touched the hairless valley that led to her tiny puckered anus. 
Running the tip of his finger along the heated crevice, he felt certain 
that this one final action would get her to respond the way he wanted. 
The moment his finger made contact with the rubbery flesh of the nether 
opening, he pushed hard against it, causing her to moan in surprise. 
The elastic-like ring of warm anal flesh seemed to loosen and tighten 
as he pistoned his blood-engorged cock in and out of her clasping cunt, 
and twisted his fingertip around inside the tightly clenched lips of 
her anal passage.

"Ooooohhhhh! Uuuuugggghhh! Oooohhhh!" she groaned from the sensation of 
his unnatural probing at her defenseless anus. It seemed like she was 
again about to feel the pain of virgin entry as he worked his finger 
around and around inside the tiny orifice, but at the same time she was 
oddly stimulated by the notion of his violating her back there too.

"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped when he suddenly shoved his middle finger hard 
into the tightly resisting passageway, sinking it in to the first 
knuckle and feeling it held there by the warmth of her rectum. He could 
feel the hardness of his cock grinding in and out of her cuntal 
passage, through the thin membrane separating the two channels, and he 
probed deeper, driving his middle finger into the rubbery depths of her 
rectum to the second knuckle.

"OOOO ... uuuuuuggggghhh! Oooohhh!!" She reacted to the initial pain of 
his foreign entry, but there was something new, something almost 
masochistic in the pleasure that poured through her lewdly pinioned 
body. Her total mind and body were bombarded with the wild sensations 
of this new erotic experience, and the blonde teenager grunted softly 
and ground her buttocks back down onto his finger without actually 
being conscious of it. He accommodated her growing desire by worming 
his finger upward between her widespread buttocks until his palm was 
pressing tight against the nakedly quivering ass cheeks. Immediately, 
he began to slither his finger in and out of her clutching anal 
passage, in time to the intense motion of his pistoning cock in her now 
hungrily squeezing cunt, and she squirmed on the pillows beneath him, 
her anguish suddenly taking second place to the sensual delight filling 
her trembling belly. He was debasing her, using her, as if she were 
willing to do anything he wanted her to do, but the hard, long thrusts 
into her ravished young vagina were forcing her, in spite of her 
hesitation, to fuck back violently beneath the older man.

An unexplainable transformation in thinking suddenly engulfed the young 
girl's mind, as if she were oddly tuned in on the correct wavelength of 
her sexuality, startlingly aware of her body for the first time. She 
had known the pain of being so lewdly double-fucked, and now she wanted 
to know the heights of that pleasure too. The fire in her belly seemed 
to pulsate through every level of her dually impaled flesh as it became 
more and more intense. Sheri thought she could sense her swollen 
clitoris beating like a snare drum roll as its signals of lewdly 
spiraling desire danced electrically over every nerve in her lusting 
young body, and she knew that it was only going to get better and 
better. There was no question in her mind but that she was approaching 
an orgasm, and almost wantonly, she began fucking her hips up and down 
at his deeply embedded penis and finger in the frenzied rhythms that 
her thirty-three year old boyfriend had instigated in her seething cunt 
and anus.

"Aaaaaahhhh ... oohhhh ... yyeesssss!" She mewled like a lust-crazed 
she-devil, crying her newly discovered ecstasy to the mindless room. 
She was more now than just the hot, sensual young woman the bachelor 
had expected to find, her response to his fucking growing as though it 
were all that mattered in the world. The warm rubbery flesh of her 
rectum seemed to pull and suck at his skewering finger, wanting it 
deeper and deeper up inside her as he drove it through the tight, 
greedy grasp of her tiny anus. Her whole body was coming to life, her 
buttocks grinding smoothly under the long hard plunges of his throbbing 
cock, raising up to swallow hungrily his deepest drives, then gripping 
his hips between her straining thighs as if not wanting him to pull out 
of her again. She raised her legs up, opening her thighs even wider to 
his thrusts, and she arched her nakedly grinding hips up to meet him, 
writhing and twisting around the lust-knotted rod of flesh shoved to 
the furthest reaches of her wildly churning cunt.

"Ooooohhh, Godddd! Yessssss!"

He couldn't stop himself. Sheri looked and felt so explosively sensual 
as she moaned and squirmed passionately beneath him, his desire-bloated 
balls could no longer hold back the insistent pressure of his sperm. 
Then, like a boiler about to explode, the white hot cum began its wild 
dash toward the blood-filled head of his swollen penis. Slamming his 
hips forward to completely bury his bursting cock inside her fiery 
young belly, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first 
gratifying surge of his climax shot deep into her hungrily clasping 
cunt. He couldn't stop it, and his penis swelled to massive proportions 
as it fired out the raging semen with wild staccato jerks.

"Oooohhh ... ohhhhh! Goddddd! I'm cummmmiinnnngggg!" The young teenager 
twisted violently on the pillows beneath her body as she felt the blast 
of searing male cum splash into the wildly spasming depths of her cunt. 
Her mind swam with a thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out 
wide and ground her lust-heated young vaginal passage up hard against 
his loins, her belly seeming to explode in violent answer to his hotly 
spewing sperm. The wickedly forbidden feeling of his middle finger 
buried deep in her burning rectum seemed only to intensify everything 
she felt, and she wanted it all, again and again and again.

"Oooooohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted the 
obscene words mindlessly beneath him.

His emptying balls seemed to dash right past the head of his squirting 
cock, his mind deep within the liquid depths of her crazily sucking 
cunt, and her heated orgasmic secretions suddenly gushed back out 
around the thick base of his throbbing penis. Tiny pearl-like drops of 
cum clung briefly to the curling blonde strands of her pubic hair 
before slowly running down the widespread crevice of her buttocks to 
moisten his finger buried deep in her puckered anus below. He bucked 
insanely over her sweat-slick body, filling her steadily milking pussy 
with his boiling cum until it overflowed again and again out her 
tightly locked cuntal lips and down onto the cushions beneath.

"Ooohhhhhhh ... uuugggghhhh! Ugghh!" Sheri groaned as her belly rippled 
nakedly with the passion she had so long tried to deny herself, and she 
was lost in the frenzied heat of total sexual abandonment. For several 
moments she hung suspended on the peak of ecstasy, her newly matured 
young cunt welded hotly to the fleshy shaft squirting out its liquid 
fire into the hidden recesses of her now unquenchable pussy, and there 
was no way on earth she could deny the sheer animal pleasure it gave 
her. She was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had 
occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever and ever.

For several long moments, Ward's heavily jerking cock throbbed out the 
last of his steaming cum, filling her satiated little cunt, with the 
final rippling spasms of his orgasm. But then he was exhausted, spent, 
and his arms trembled, feeling like they could no longer hold up his 
sperm-drained body. He fell heavily on top of her still slightly 
jerking body, pulling his middle finger from her heated anus as he 
groaned and gasped for air.

It was over, but she didn't want it to stop. Wiggling her buttocks 
sensuously up against his deflating cock, she tried desperately to milk 
more life from his cum-drained balls, but then her muscles, too, felt 
the strain of their wild, uncontrolled lovemaking. Slowly the spasms in 
her belly died down, and for a brief moment she remembered how she had 
come to be in her present position. She knew she should be angry with 
her boyfriend, but the newly discovered pleasure of sexual passion had 
dissipated her initial fury.

The ceiling stopped spinning above her, and Sheri remembered that she 
was lying on her back, her body naked beneath the partially clad man 
that she had promised herself would not be the one to take her 
virginity. His limp penis was still clamped inside her cum-flooded 
pussy while the combined secretions of their mutual climax trickled 
slowly down between the cheeks of her buttocks, warming the tiny 
puckered opening to her rectum. Sheri tried to make herself angry 
again, working up steam to tell him off for the way he treated her, but 
all she could do was laugh to herself. She had lost her virginity, but 
she never considered that a big prize, had she? What was important was 
the experience of sexual involvement, and now that she had a taste of 
it, she knew that she had to have it often.

When Ward began to stir, his breathing coming more evenly, her only 
thoughts were concerned with him. She hoped he'd liked what he had just 
taken, as she could think of no other way to get him to spend Christmas 
vacation with her, and now she couldn't imagine going through those 
three weeks without getting fucked, often and hard!



Chapter 3


Walking back toward Sheri's apartment in the darkness of late evening, 
her brother Kevin felt an entirely different atmosphere from what he 
had experienced late that afternoon on the same street. The tall palms, 
dark and bulky against the night sky, should have seemed foreboding, 
but he missed that aspect of the street completely. Where earlier it 
had seemed staid and lifeless, the lighted houses now appeared warm and 
inviting, and there was no doubt in his mind about the human qualities 
of the people within. The surroundings radiated with warmth, matching 
the almost iridescent waves radiating from his satisfied ego ... to say 
nothing of his body. It had been quite an evening!

He had asked Susan Hatton, wonderful Susan, to drop him off several 
blocks from his sister's apartment, as he needed time to think before 
returning to the unfamiliar apartment and the certain questions from 
his sister. He walked in a semi-daze, his gait somewhat buoyant, as if 
his feet were hardly touching the ground, and in his mind, he recounted 
again and again the events of the past few hours, imagining far more 
significance in each turning point than was actually deserved.

Susan had been late, more than half an hour overdue, and he had 
considered his waiting of major consequence. Had he become angry, 
nervous, or simply given up and left, the whole thing would never have 
happened! Actually, he had considered giving up after the first fifteen 
minutes, but it was because he had little else to do and nowhere to go 
that he remained standing in front of the apartment window.

He was watching the undulating hips of a young female stroller when a 
large, expensive Cadillac came speeding up the street and suddenly U-
turned in the middle of the street. Immediately his heart began to 
pound in his chest, but in spite of his overwhelming curiosity, he held 
back from going out to the curb, waiting to be sure the car was going 
to stop. It did, and when he saw the girl behind the steering wheel, he 
stayed frozen to the spot, taking in a vision he had not anticipated.

She got out of the car on the driver's side, and for a moment he 
figured she was someone else, possibly someone just visiting the 
apartment building, but as she came around the vehicle, there was no 
doubt that she was staring up at him. He silently thanked his sister as 
the girl came into full view, her appearance far better than he ever 
would have expected. In fact she was downright sexy!

Her pretty young face was smooth and unblemished, a face that could 
easily be taken as that of an innocent young girl, but there was 
something more, something in her look that implied experience. Her 
reddish-brown hair was straight and long, the purposely uneven ends 
falling at least six inches below her shoulders, and its thick lushness 
was such that he thought it would be a joy to touch. He was relieved to 
see she was wearing a casual outfit, the cardigan sweater with large 
buttons down the front, and a short skirt of material similar to the 
sweater, and his eyes roamed excitedly over the lush young figure her 
clothes revealed.

"You must be Kevin, Sheri's brother?" she said, her voice soft and 
pleasant when he reached the curb, slightly out of breath. She extended 
her right hand as she came up beside him, and he touched it lightly, 
feeling the warmth of her flesh against his palm.

"Right you are. And you're Susan of course!"

She nodded in answer, her bright blue eyes flashing as she openly 
looked him over. He held her hand a little too long to be a simple 
greeting, and the moment that they stood face to face seemed like hours 
of intense wonder. He remembered it as being the time of decision, the 
second major event of the evening.

As he thought back on it while walking home to the apartment, he 
couldn't clearly remember what he had said after the initial meeting, 
but instead it had seemed like he took command so to speak, guiding her 
to the expensive Caddy, then sliding behind the wheel himself. He 
didn't think he had even bothered to ask if she minded his driving her 
car. One thing had been certain however, and that had been his total 
unconcern about where they went for dinner.

"If you're really hungry, we can go to a restaurant, but what do you 
say we just grab a hamburger somewhere?"

It was the right thing to say, though he wasn't aware of it. Susan 
liked his manner, because he obviously wasn't trying to impress her 
with money.

"Hamburgers sound fine."

Her reply had made things simple for him, and he happily drove the 
expensive car toward one of the nearby drive-ins.

They conversed along the way, but it was mostly small talk, the kind 
that feels out the other person without being too blatant. As he had 
surmised, the car was her father's, but he was surprised to learn that 
she had lied to her parents and was supposed to be out with other girls 
from her high school tonight.

"It was the only way I could get my father to give me the car. I didn't 
want to go into any long explanation. He was late getting home, and I 
was afraid you wouldn't wait," she said smiling mischievously.

The prattle continued while they ate hamburgers and French fries, and 
they became so engrossed with each other, they got hungry all over 
again. Kevin was first to suggest having something else, and she 
readily agreed.

"You know, I'd like another hamburger!"

"Me too!" she replied, and they both laughed.

They ate their second "dinner" in an even more relaxed mood than the 
first. They joked about each other's schools, and compared notes on the 
types of teachers each had. Through it all, however, he couldn't keep 
his mind off Susan's sexy body.

The top two buttons of her sweater had been left unfastened and just 
enough of her young firm breasts was exposed to keep him somewhat 
distracted. The lush fullness filled her sweater nicely, and he was 
pretty sure that the small pointed impressions in the middle meant she 
was wearing no brassiere. When she leaned forward across the narrow 
table, he could look in the open top of her sweater and see the upper 
part of her hugely-set breasts and the narrow valley plunging down into 
darkness between their firm, full roundness. When that happened, it was 
difficult for him to hear what she was saying.

Several times during the meal his cock jerked hotly in his pants from 
just looking at her, and, as chance would have it, when they finished 
eating he was painfully hard. He stayed seated, waiting for his hard-on 
to recede, and the moment he thought it would no longer be noticeable, 
he jumped up and suggested they leave. It wasn't until they were back 
in her car that he realized he didn't know where to go next.

"Anything special you'd like to do?" he asked, putting the burden on 
her. He knew what he wanted to do, but he felt it might be a little too 
early to just drive somewhere and park.

"We're near a place I know. You drive, and I'll give directions," she 
answered, her smile telling him more than he understood.

He realized later that if he had known where she was guiding him, he 
most probably would have been too nervous to take advantage of the 
situation when they got there. He had believed she was talking about an 
ice cream parlor or something, and had driven innocently along 
according to her directions, all the time wishing that he had a private 
place to take her. In retrospect, it was his success at covering his 
surprise when they reached "the place," that had to be the final 
significant turning point on the road to his achievement of the 
evening. What remained was etched clearly in his mind as an event he 
knew he would never forget.

He had driven the car without conscious concern where her directions 
were taking them, but instead, he thought about the places he might go 
later in the evening. He was frustrated by his lack of knowledge of the 
area, and he was unable to come up with a satisfactory conclusion to 
his thoughts. There was no place he knew of that would be private 
enough to make him feel comfortable in his efforts to conquer her 
luscious young body. But his frustration was quickly replaced by 
excitement when he realized where Susan Hatton was guiding him.

"Turn left there ... on the other side of that big oak tree!" she said.

It suddenly dawned on the teenager that they were headed toward the low 
coastal hills, and when he saw the narrow dirt road beyond the large 
oak tree, he realized she wasn't talking about just any old place. In 
the rear view mirror he could see the shimmering lights of the harbor 
area, spread out below ... a carpet of colored jewels.

"Stop here!" she said suddenly.

"O.K., you fooled me. I haven't the slightest idea where we are," he 
said, looking around the deserted area. Once the car headlights were 
shut off, the nearest light he could see appeared to be miles away.

"Simple. This is the beginning of a new suburban housing development. 
Out there about half a mile is where the first buildings are going up," 
she said pointing over to her right.

It was too dark for him to see what she was pointing at, but he nodded 
to imply that he understood, though he didn't. If it wasn't for the 
dull glow from the city lights far below them on the hill, he thought 
he wouldn't even be able to see her sitting next to him.

"That's very interesting. How did you know about this place?" He made 
the comment lightly, but he was seriously interested in knowing. He 
still wasn't sure how much experience she had, and if she had been in 
that spot with others in the past, he would have some idea of what he 
could expect to get from her.

"That's easy, my father engineered this whole thing!" She gestured with 
her arms as if to indicate everything around them.

He was impressed, but he didn't show it, as he was more interested in 
why she had led him to that spot. It certainly wasn't just to show him 
her father's development!

"I don't think I could ever get any work done having a view like that 
to look at all day ... Kinda spectacular, huh?" He wanted to get the 
conversation back to themselves.

"I thought you'd like what you could see up here," she stated, her 
double meaning unmistakable.

"I do," he said turning to look at her. He was still sitting directly 
behind the steering wheel, and she was across the wide seat, almost 
against the door. But her eyes seemed to beckon to him, an invitation 
to slide over next to her voluptuous young figure. Her long, tapering 
legs were stretched out in front of her, but not crossed, and in that 
position, her already short skirt seemed even shorter to him. The 
smooth white flesh of her thighs was almost completely exposed, and he 
felt a twitch in his pants as he imagined what was nestled a few scant 
inches up from the hem of that tantalizingly short skirt.

He hesitated, not realizing that his pause had a dramatic effect, and 
when she rolled her tongue slowly over the soft red oval of her parted 
lips, he moved over toward her. Her eyes stayed fixed on his, as if she 
were overcome by his intense physical presence, and it was enough to 
give him all the confidence he needed. She was willing and ready, of 
that he felt certain, but for how much, he didn't know.

His mind was filled with questions as he leaned close to her, his mouth 
slightly open as he pressed it against her parted lips. He didn't 
really know very much about Susan Hatton, and he was wondering if she 
was actually only interested in some innocent petting. But then he felt 
the warm, wet flesh of her tongue slipping between their tightly joined 
lips, and the unusual thrill that danced through his loins made him 
decide to go for broke.

A feverish sense of urgency took hold of him, and he answered her kiss, 
driving his tongue deep inside the warm moist cavern of her mouth in a 
plunging search for heightened pleasure. She responded by opening her 
mouth wider, and her reaction encouraged him to explore her sensually 
curved young body with his hands.

Caressing her softness through the warm, smooth material of her 
sweater, the eager sixteen year old found that even limited contact 
with her body made his blood begin to boil. His desire-engorged penis 
was painfully hardened in the restrictive confinement of his pants, and 
he twisted on the car seat in an effort to get comfortable. He wanted 
to open his fly to free his rigidly lengthened cock, but it was an 
action that he couldn't bring himself to do. It had to wait until he 
was sure she was ready to let him put it to work, and while letting his 
hands roam more intimately over her, he still was afraid of moving too 
quickly, too soon.

He kissed her harder, his tongue teasing at the sensitive inner flesh 
of her mouth, believing his action would distract her from his real 
purpose as he ran the palm of one hand up over the tips of the full 
rounded mounds of her breasts. Even with the sweater between, he knew 
that he was feeling the erect bud of her nipple, and the idea of seeing 
her breasts naked made him even bolder. With the fingers of one hand, 
he unfastened the buttons running down the front of her sweater, 
unaware that she was sloping her shoulders forward to make his efforts 
easier, and once the last button was undone, he pushed the soft 
material to either side.

He was surprised to find she was wearing no brassiere, even though he'd 
thought before that she probably wasn't. The direct contact with her 
warm smooth flesh made his heartbeat quicken, and he cupped his hand 
over one soft resilient mound, feeling the hardness of her tiny nipple. 
His fingers instinctively squeezed the pliant flesh, rolling the bud-
like tip between his thumb and forefinger, and the provocative brunette 
reacted by twisting her lips from his, then moving her mouth close to 
his ear.

"Let me kiss your thing," she had whispered, and then for emphasis, she 
had moved her hand over the excitedly rising bulge in his pants.

Reflecting on it as he walked along the quiet street, Kevin wondered 
what exactly had gone through his mind when his date for the evening 
had spoken those stimulating words. What had followed occurred quickly, 
though each second of it was as vivid in his memory as if it had just 
happened. He knew that Susan's suggestion had without a doubt appealed 
to him, but he had it in his mind then to fuck her, and he guessed he'd 
thought to take her up on her offer at a later time. He wished he had 
her sensual young mouth around the head of his cock right now as he 
walked along the street, but somehow he had the idea that he would 
never see her again. The earlier events of the evening now seemed 
almost unreal, as even the place they were parked had been too good to 
be true. It was so isolated that he didn't have to worry about someone 
interrupting them, and he thought perhaps that was a help in what 
happened next.

His sensitive young penis had jerked in his pants as her hand rubbed 
against its hardness, and he thought he would be unable to hold back 
his boiling sperm when he realized her fingers were unzipping his fly. 
Christ, he had to get into her pussy, and fast! Dropping his hand from 
her breast, he reached under the hem of her skirt to slide his fingers 
up between her soft inner thighs. He was anticipating difficulty with 
her panties in the close confines of the car, but as his fingers moved 
closer to his goal, he felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair against 
them. For a second, he hesitated, but then, as his hand moved on up 
between her slightly parted thighs, he suddenly felt his fingers 
pressing into her warm, naked cunt. Susan wasn't wearing panties!

Trembling with excitement, he traced the unfamiliar outline of her 
wetly waiting pussy, running his fingers over the soft hair-covered 
mound that was divided by the narrowest of slits up between her legs. 
Her pubic hair was soft and silky in texture, and he parted it with his 
middle finger to feel the warmly pulsating flesh of her vaginal lips. 
By that time she had his zipper down and was working with the fastener 
at the waist of his pants while he slowly and carefully worked his 
finger up into the hair-fringed folds of her moistly seeping cunt. She 
stopped her frantic groping for his penis for a moment and clamped her 
legs together, trapping his hand tightly between her inner thighs. It 
was like he was directing her thoughts as his middle finger pressed 
against her clitoris, and she moaned aloud from the wild stimulation it 
created.

"Ooooohhh ... yesss ... Oh, Kevin, rub it there!"

Feeling the hardened little pleasure bud under his fingertip, he rolled 
it back and forth, and each movement of his finger seemed to be 
amplified through her twisting body like great crashing waves. She 
intermittently groaned and gasped as he massaged her clitoris with 
quickening motions, and her entire body seemed to be guided by his 
middle finger, suspending her in thrilling ecstasy. Then, as if she had 
never stopped, she again started working with the clasp of his pants, 
only her actions now were more frantic, creating a tantalizing new 
feeling of mystery and urgency.

With his mind already imagining the stirring excitation of having her 
hand on his nakedly upstanding penis, Kevin moved his middle finger 
down the soft, curl-covered furrow of the brazen girl's pussy until he 
felt the warm moisture around the tight little opening of her cunt. 
Screwing his finger into the smooth, butter-soft flesh, he wormed it 
unhesitatingly up inside the narrow passageway until his palm was 
pressed flat against her naked pubic mound. At the same moment that the 
slick wet walls of her pussy flesh clamped tightly around his middle 
finger, she succeeded in getting his rigid cock free of his pants.

Clear of the confining material, his blood-filled shaft swelled even 
larger, purple veins throbbing with pumping blood as she grasped it in 
her hand. He was anticipating the contact, and when it came, his whole 
body tensed with exhilarating desire. After a moment of exploring its 
rigid shape with her fingers, she began to tease and stroke his 
excitedly pounding member while grinding her own widely spread pelvis 
down against his lewdly buried finger, and a flood of passion took over 
his mind and body. He had to get inside of her ... had to ... had to 
fuck her until every drop of his cum was drained from his sperm-bloated 
balls.

"Now," he groaned, twisting across the car seat to position himself on 
the floor in front of her. It was awkward as his pants dropped down 
around his thighs, but there was enough room in the large car so that 
he could position himself on his knees between her wide-spread legs. 
His erectly jutting cock was pointing toward the spot his finger had 
probed only seconds before, and that was the way he wanted it.

The floor of the car felt hard under his knees, but he did not concern 
himself with the minor discomfort. It was his first real chance to see 
what he had been fondling with his fingers. He stared with excited 
anticipation as the teenage girl, her eyes glazed with lust, pulled her 
skirt up and bunched it obscenely around her hips.

There was no question about her being aroused, and yet at the same time 
her slow, deliberate hip movements were driving him crazy. It was the 
most sexually stimulating sight he'd ever seen, and it was all he could 
do to hold back and not lunge for her immediately. Her open sweater was 
a soft frame for the twin mounds of her proudly quivering breasts, and 
the dark pink nipples that crowned the lust-inciting flesh were 
hardened like raised buttons. But more important to him at that moment 
was the simple fact that her hot young pussy was completely exposed to 
his gaze. Her naked lower torso was a glowing white expanse of warm 
feminine flesh, and nestled right below her flat belly, there between 
her soft inner thighs, was the silky smooth curve of her curl-rimmed 
little pussy!

He looked up, awe-struck for a second, and his heartbeat quickened as 
he saw the tip of her tongue roll slowly and wetly around her full 
sensual lips. Her breasts seemed to quiver with her heavy breathing. 
Then she was sinking down, squirming her naked buttocks across the seat 
toward the smooth, rubbery flesh at the head of his throbbing cock. She 
hesitated for an instant, but then gasped as if having to resign 
herself to a craving need. As she slouched down, her wide-splayed knees 
rising, she moved her glistening pink pussy lips to the edge of the 
seat, close enough so that the wisps of her dark pubic hair were 
brushing lightly against the tip of his rigid penis.

"Ooooh, do it to me ... Fuck me, Kevin ... NOW!"

Her lewd words reverberated through his lust-crazed brain, a mixture of 
sensual pleading and positive demand. Groaning with unleashed passion, 
the young teenager arched his hips forward, thrusting at her open 
little cunt mouth with urgent abandon, but she held him back with her 
hands on his shoulders as if cautioning him to go slowly. Feeling 
ashamed of his display of over-eagerness, he slowed down, but his 
testicles throbbed with the pressure of swirling sperm as she used the 
tip of his blood-engorged penis to teasingly part the thin hair-lined 
slit of her pussy. It was all he could do to keep from spewing his cum 
all over her naked belly right then, as the smooth, tickling contact of 
her pussy hairs sent shock after shock of violent pleasure up the 
length of his rigidly swollen cock.

Then it was there. The lust-thickened cock-head was pressing into the 
tight wet mouth of her vagina, and she raised her buttocks up off the 
seat as if signaling that she was ready to suck him up inside her 
desire-inflamed flesh.

Kevin's only thought was to get his painfully aching young cock buried 
in her heated cuntal depths, and nothing could have stopped him then, 
including the girl changing her mind. He pressed forward, feeling the 
resistance of the elastic-like outer lips give way to his rock-hard 
penis, and for a moment the pink flesh of her tight young cunt rolled 
inward with his thrust. But then, the path was suddenly clear, and he 
snapped his hips forward, driving his long hard rod of flesh deep up 
inside the tightly clasping passage until the whole pulsating head was 
caught in the unyielding grip of her cunt mouth.

"Ooooohhh, darling! You're so biggg!" Susan moaned through passion-
tensed lips, and she spread her legs, pulling her knees as far apart 
and as far back as was possible in the close confinement of the car 
seat.

Kevin was in complete control of the situation now, and he knew it, 
although this was the first time he'd ever fucked a girl. She was at 
his mercy. He ground his heavily throbbing cock forward a fraction of 
an inch at a time, and each tiny advance brought a squeal of pleasure 
from the depths of the wealthy girl's throat. His pounding cock seemed 
to grow even larger as it gradually unfolded deeper and deeper in her 
tight warm pussy flesh, and he could feel the walls of the flowering 
passage parting before him and sucking wetly and warmly all around the 
sensitized shaft of his cock. It was almost more than he could stand, 
yet the apparent mastery he experienced over her body and mind at that 
moment kept him from ramming the whole length of his cock up into her 
quivering belly with one vicious thrust. As he ground his buttocks 
around, fucking deeper and deeper, she seemed to become more and more 
frantic with lust, and finally with all of his senses stimulated, the 
youth could no longer proceed bit by bit. The sight, smell and feel of 
her sensually squirming body was just too overwhelming, and with nearly 
half of his rock-hard cock still protruding from her tautly locked 
pussy, he thrust forward to drive the remaining length all the way 
home.

"Ooooohhh ... God! Uuuuggghhh!" She cried out as the fullness of his 
thickly pulsating flesh drove mercilessly up the desire-moistened 
passage of her resisting cunt until the blunt tip smashed heavily into 
her cervix. His almost hairless young loins slapped up against her 
cock-pierced loins with a loud thud, the impact causing the full twin 
mounds of her breasts to jiggle on her chest.

For a moment he was afraid to move, as the sensation of her tight 
vagina rippling warmly around his flaming cock made it lurch 
perceptibly close to orgasm, and he took several quick breaths in an 
effort to still the sperm in his pounding balls. Jesus! In her own car, 
he was fucking the most sensual female animal he'd ever known in his 
life, the first woman he'd ever fucked in his life! He had to get on 
with it, and quick!

She began to moan softly in his ear, grinding her naked buttocks up 
hungrily against his loins, and the tantalizing motion made his cock 
jerk several times deep inside her burning womb.

Feeling every inch of her contracting cunt around his deeply imbedded 
shaft, he withdrew with a long even stroke until only the huge, bulbous 
head remained inside the clasping mouth of her pussy. Her obscene 
undulations seemed even more animated now, as though begging him to 
plunge back up into her, and he acknowledged her unspoken plea with a 
vicious forward thrust, ramming into her belly with agonizing force.

"Aaaaaggghh ... Oooohh ... Yesss, lover! Like that! Like that!"

The silken hair-covered lips of her cunt seemed to snap up his lengthy 
cock as he drove it to maximum depth, the smooth wet walls rippling 
before it as the thick head skewered even deeper into her quaking 
belly. What a fuck ... What a wild, ecstatic fuck, he thought, better 
than he'd ever expected his first time to be. Her eyes, wide open, 
looked down over jiggling breasts at the thick rod of male flesh 
ramming up between her milk-white legs, and the harder he drove, the 
wider her eyes became. Her tongue flicked wetly out of her sensuous 
mouth again and again, as if tasting some invisible pleasure that clung 
to her soft parted lips. Her breasts, ripe, round and pointed, were 
rising and falling with her excited breathing, and the dark material of 
her skirt bunched at her waist served as startling contrast to their 
pale form. It was a sight he had dreamed about many times.

He fell into an easy rhythmic motion, his hands gripping her smoothly 
flaring hips to control the violent pace, and he too stared in awe at 
the glistening pussy that seemed to be perfectly made for his rigid 
penis. On the long instroke his pubic hair would entangle with the thin 
dark wisps of her sparsely growing pubic curls, his cum-heavy balls 
slapping into the deep crevice dividing her ass-cheeks. Leaning back, 
he could watch the pink flanges of her tightly gripping cunt roll 
outward with his withdrawing penis as if wanting to hold on, keeping it 
from ever leaving her hungering cuntal depths. The sight was 
exhilarating, and the lust-crazed young teenager drove his cock deep 
into the very core of her loins on the verge of exploding with his 
growing need.

Susan was grinding back and forth beneath his long hard thrusts, her 
knees lifted up and out wide, spreading her vulnerable young cunt to 
his will. Her deep throaty groans became louder and louder, and she 
pulled at his waist with her hands, seeming to plead for her final and 
complete submissive debasement.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard like that! Fuck me!" she 
chanted, the lewd lust-inciting words intoned to each of his frantic 
yet rhythmic strokes.

There were so many things he wanted to do to her while he had her like 
this, numerous images of sexual fantasy filling his brain so quickly 
that he didn't know where to begin, and the thoughts of those pleasures 
were so intense, he knew he was destined to finish before he ever 
really got started. She was just too arousing, too animalistic in her 
sexual frenzy, and he was unable to contain himself any longer.

"God ... going to cum ... I'm ... uugghhh!"

He jerked his hips forward with hard urgent thrusts, the swollen, 
blood-filled head of his cock buried deep in her burning cunt, and he 
gasped again and again as he struggled to hold back his boiling sperm 
another second. An electric sensation at the tip of his deep-sunk cock 
sent pleasure signal after pleasure signal up the turgid length of his 
thickly distended shaft, and his balls released the heated cum with 
swift reply.

Groaning, Kevin shoved his full quivering length into her wide-splayed 
cunt as the sperm dashed wildly through his heavily jerking young 
penis, and he groaned again as the first shattering burst of thick male 
cum shot out with tremendous force from the dilated tip and splashed 
deep into her receptively waiting vaginal channel. She was ready for 
it, and she shoved her hips up to meet his forward lunge, locking him 
tightly against her pelvis with the backs of her calves wrapped 
serpent-like around his hard-driving buttocks.

"Oooohhh! God, lover! Give it to meee! Give it to meee! I'mmm 
cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

The soft wet walls of her spewing cunt seemed to ripple crazily up and 
down the full length of his jerking cock, flash after flash of her 
orgasm exploding from deep in her naked belly. Her sensuality was all 
consuming, and Kevin felt the overpowering sensations might last 
forever. She squirmed and writhed against his squirting, swollen cock, 
gasping and moaning alternately as the thrills of her own orgasm racked 
through her luscious young body, and the combined juices of their 
mutual climax dripped slowly back out around the thick base of his 
penis, soaking their tangled pubic hair with its warm, clinging 
stickiness.

What a way to go ... What a beautiful fucking way to go! Kevin thought, 
realizing that his cock was half-hard again, trying to put the images 
of young Susan Hatton out of his mind as he neared the entrance to the 
apartment building. His date had ended abruptly after his still jerking 
young cock had pulled from her satiated vagina. She had hurriedly 
buttoned up her sweater and pulled her skirt down, and without speaking 
had slid behind the wheel and started the car. A bit confused by her 
actions, he had held back saying anything until they were close to his 
sister's apartment, and then he had simply asked her to drop him there. 
She had said something earlier, but he'd paid little attention to her. 
He was totally overcome by his own reaction to the evening, and since 
he would be returning to Santa Maria after the Christmas vacation, he 
doubted there was much chance of seeing Susan again, anyway.

When he entered the apartment grounds, he stopped for a moment to look 
at the building, dark against the night sky, and as he'd expected, 
everything around him looked different. Everything looked different to 
the young teenager now that he was no longer a virgin. But the most 
important element of his adventures that evening was that they held out 
the promise of other, more daring experiences, and he made a mental 
note to keep that fact foremost in his mind. By doing so, he felt 
certain that even the Christmas vacation might prove to be as 
exhilarating as tonight.



Chapter 4


The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's radio her 
sole companion. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary. Add the facts 
that she had slept restlessly the previous night, had left much later 
than anticipated, was now traveling over an unfamiliar road, and it was 
not hard to understand that the blonde schoolteacher was slightly 
irritable as well.

It was an exhausted Donna Howell who finally stumbled into the lobby of 
the Ahwahnee Hotel, inquired about her family, and dutifully followed 
the bag-toting bell captain across the terrace, over a rough-hewn 
bridge, and up to the door of a large, single story cabin tucked under 
stately pines in the shadow of the towering main building.

And it was a bubbling, stretch-pants and ski sweater clad daughter who 
answered the bell captain's knock.

"Mom! There you are! We were worried." Donna smiled a greeting to her 
daughter, then followed the bell captain inside. Her eyes widened in 
surprise at the handsome man who rose from his chair and followed the 
now empty-handed hotel employee back to the door, filling it with a 
single crisp note. Donna's mouth must have been gaping open because 
when the stranger turned, his eyes suddenly crinkled with matching 
incredulity.

"Mom. This is Ward Murdock," Sheri said cheerfully.

Donna was too stunned to speak. Good God, she thought, he's nearly my 
own age!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Howell," he replied expectantly.

A short, but definitely awkward silence followed. Finally Donna managed 
a crisp: "Mr. Murdock." Then, swinging around, her eyes challenging 
Sheri's, she asked: "Where's Kevin?"

"He met another boy," Sheri answered, "who's staying at the hotel and 
they've gone over to the Camp Curry ice skating rink with the boy's 
family. He said not to worry, they invited him to dinner, and not to 
expect him back until nine."

Donna was too stunned to think clearly, but sober enough to wonder what 
was happening to her close-knit family. First this strange older man 
and then Kevin not being here when she arrived. The exhaustion of the 
day caught up with her, and she suddenly felt giddy. Stretching out one 
arm, she steadied herself against a nearby chair.

"You look tired, Mrs. Howell," Ward Murdock said pleasantly. "Can I fix 
you a drink?"

"A drink?"

"Ward makes excellent martinis," Sheri interjected. "And just wait 
until you see all the groceries and things he bought us."

Donna glanced at the coffee table and noted the martini glasses and 
pitcher. It was apparent that he had been about to prepare drinks. 
Maybe a drink would steady her nerves, she thought. She nodded yes, and 
then realized that, by her own word, Sheri had experienced this man's 
martinis before.

"I was about to mix a batch, but if you'd prefer something else?"

"No. A martini sounds fine. Thank you."

Donna moved to the couch and sat down next to Sheri as Ward began 
busily mixing the drinks. When he served them, she took a sip before 
remembering she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Being tired and not 
having eaten was a dangerous combination, she realized, but the drink 
did taste good and she quickly drank it down.

"Would you care for another?" Ward asked.

"I really shouldn't, Mr. Murdock."

"... Ward," he interjected.

"Ward," she repeated. "But it was very good."

He needed no further incentive, and the confused young mother did not 
object when he refilled her glass. The three of them sat sipping their 
martinis, interspersing the consumption of alcohol with small talk. 
Ward was very suave and polite, asking Donna questions about school, 
and he proved to be surprisingly knowledgeable about teaching. It came 
to her as no great shock when he explained he was an assistant 
professor of English Literature at San Diego State, and Donna, with the 
aid of alcohol, began to warm to his easy banter. After a half hour and 
one more martini, Ward abruptly asked:

"I was planning to take Sheri to the hotel for dinner. I hope you'll 
join us."

"Thank you," she said rising, "but I really can't tonight. It's been a 
long day for me, and to be quite honest, I welcome the opportunity to 
go to bed early."

"Oh, Mom! You need to get out more, and you can't have eaten already. 
Won't you change your mind?" Sheri asked.

"No, really, I can't, but don't let me hold you two up. I'm sure you 
must be famished."

"Maybe tomorrow night then?" Ward said, rising.

"Perhaps ..." Donna replied indecisively, weariness clearly evident in 
her tone.

"Well, if I can't change your mind, we'll be going ..."

Donna walked with them to the front door, then stood in the open 
doorway until they had disappeared over the bridge, across the terrace, 
and into the hotel. Closing the front door, Donna walked slowly back 
into the living room, staring vacantly at the coffee table, her mind 
whirring with concerned thoughts. Unconsciously, she picked up the 
martini pitcher, poured the remainder into her empty glass, and drained 
it in one gulp. The burning sensation in her throat seemed to suddenly 
bring her to her senses.

"Damn!" she exclaimed aloud, then set the glass down and walked 
uncertainly toward the kitchen. She was hungry and opened the 
refrigerator, searching, but nothing looked appetizing. Confused and 
upset, she decided the best thing to do was to go to bed.

She walked down the short hallway that led to the four bedrooms and 
sitting room, checking each one as she passed. Three of the bedrooms, 
like the sitting room, were fairly small and each contained partially 
unpacked suitcases, but the fourth bedroom, the one next to Ward 
Murdock's, was quite large. It had a separate dressing room and 
bathroom, and she was pleased to note that they had left it for her 
use.

Donna returned to the living room for her own suitcase and carried it 
back to her bedroom; the effort bringing into sharp focus her 
weariness. She did not often drink alcohol and the effect of the four 
martinis left her gasping at even this slightest exertion.

She walked straight into the dressing room, and began to disrobe, 
trying to keep her mind off her daughter. It was too much to believe 
that she might be involved with a man old enough to be her father, a 
man that should more fittingly be dating a woman her age instead of 
Sheri's. Putting her dress on a hanger, the troubled young mother then 
closed the closet door, and in the process saw her own full reflection 
in the mirror mounted on the outside. Whether it was making a mental 
comparison with her daughter, or just seeing how much her own age 
showed, she stood there for a moment examining herself.

She looked younger than thirty seven, that much she was willing to 
concede, but she didn't think of herself as being very attractive. This 
opinion was part of her defense mechanism, and she couldn't have been 
more off base. Her body was still like that of a girl in her early 
twenties, soft where she should be soft, and firm in all the tight 
places. She loosened her brassiere, letting it fall away from her full, 
rounded breasts, and though she wouldn't admit it, she was proud of the 
fact that they still stood out high and proud without support. Lowering 
her hands to the elastic waistband of her panties, Donna shifted her 
gaze down over her flat, still taut stomach, watching the smoothly 
curved flesh of her buttocks come into view as she lowered her white 
nylon panties. An instant later she was staring at her naked figure, 
and her eyes looked again and again at the soft triangle of light 
blonde pubic hair. It looked silky smooth and untouched, a condition 
that had been the case for some time, and she allowed herself to wonder 
for a moment if she really looked as young as she appeared, or if it 
was just her imagination. She decided it had to be her old weakness 
asserting itself, and she turned away from the mirror, grabbing a 
nightgown on her way to the bathroom.

After brushing her teeth, the young mother turned off all the lights 
except the one by her bed, then turned down the covers and stretched 
out between the cool sheets. Once again feeling tired, she switched off 
the bedside light, closing her eyes to wait for peaceful sleep. But it 
didn't come easily, as she couldn't stop worrying about Sheri.

Donna knew that she was going to have to find more time to spend with 
her children. Ward Murdock had aroused her protective instinct. Her 
daughter was young and innocent, and a man nearly twice her age could 
quite easily get her to do things she might later regret. Yet, Donna 
thought, Ward was certainly acting like a gentleman, and it was 
possible that he was only being kind, taking the place of the father 
Sheri had never known. Perhaps she should give him the benefit of the 
doubt, Donna thought. He didn't seem the type to take advantage of a 
seventeen year old girl. Keeping that in mind, she began to drift off 
into a restful void where sleep was not very sound.

What exactly made Donna awaken with a start several hours later, she 
didn't know, but suddenly she was sitting up in bed, listening intently 
to the silence of the vacation cabin. The clock on the bedside table 
said one o'clock in the morning.

It was unusual for her to wake up like that, and she listened for some 
odd sound that might have disturbed her, but all she heard was the hush 
of a winter morning. She got out of bed and started toward the dressing 
room to get a robe, when an odd creaking sound made her freeze.

It had seemed like it was right there in her own room, and she listened 
intently, hearing faint, but distinct voices. She thought somebody was 
still up and the sound might be coming through the heater vents. But 
when she heard the voices again, she realized they were not coming 
through the heater vents, but from the next room, the room where Ward 
Murdock was sleeping.

There was something wrong, something about it that made her nervous and 
tense. It was faint, but she was certain that it was a female voice she 
was hearing, and her curiosity aroused, the young mother moved 
carefully to the wall. As she pressed her ear against the wall, another 
creaking sound came through, and what she heard kept her frozen to the 
spot.

"Ohhh, wow!"

It was Sheri. There was no mistaking her giggle, and she wondered what 
her daughter was doing in the next room, especially considering the 
hour! Then she heard a second voice, and it was unquestionably Ward's.

"Hey, ssshhh! What about your mother?"

"Don't worry, silly ... she was sound asleep when I looked in. Nothing 
wakes her up!"

Were they only talking? What was that other sound she kept hearing? Was 
it the bed? Donna wanted to move away from the wall, to go back to her 
own bed and put the whole thing out of her mind, but she couldn't make 
her legs move.

"Oooh, God! You're so hard, so big I'd like to take it into my mouth 
and suck it ... let me kiss your cock, lover!"

Donna was stunned, unable to believe that she had heard the words 
correctly. Her daughter, talking about that man's penis, about taking 
it into her mouth and it was too horrible and repulsive to believe!

"Oooooohhhhhh ... ooohhh, honey! Your mouth ... breath ... so warm ... 
ohh, yes! Lick it like that," she heard Ward's voice saying. "Aaaahhh 
... the way you make your lips ... so tight around it! Yes, yes, yes 
... ohhh, Sheri ... your tongue! Yes! Oh, suck it, baby, yes, ohhhh!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"God that feels good! Ssshhh! Don't suck so loud ... ooooohhh, wait ... 
no you don't ... get that beautiful little ass over here ... there! 
Your cunt's so warm and wet ... I want to finger-fuck it while you suck 
my cock!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."

"God, ohhhhh! Yes, like that! Oooohhh, suck it baby!" His voice rose to 
a gruff whisper, and on the other side of the bedroom wall, Donna stood 
petrified, unable to move. She was fascinated by the sounds of sheer 
lust coming from the next room. "Oooohh, God! Your hot little mouth is 
like butter ... ooooohh!"

Donna's hands began to tremble, and she ran her tongue around and 
around her lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she suddenly 
felt. She wanted to back away from the wall, from the cabin, and escape 
the terrible obscene sounds that were so near. Her mind was filling 
with vivid images of what was happening in the next room, and it seemed 
so clear, so precise, she felt like she was looking right through the 
wall. It was awful. Her own seventeen-year-old daughter ... certainly 
not the innocent girl she had believed her to be ... doing things that 
she herself had never even imagined doing! The horrified young mother 
was immobilized by the sounds, by the involuntary thoughts of that 
older man's muscular body stretched out nakedly on the bed, his penis 
erect, its blood-swollen head sunk up inside the moistly sucking oval 
of her daughter's mouth, and her long blonde hair lying across his 
stomach, kneeling over him and performing the terrible, unnatural act 
of fellatio while he finger-fucked her innocent young vagina.

His voice, gasping and groaning seemed to echo through the wall, 
"Oooohhh ... don't let it slip out of your mouth ... ohh, God, honey!"

A lewd slurping noise seemed to penetrate the entire cabin. "Ooohhh, 
lover! My cunt's on fire ... let me get up over your face so you can 
lick me ... lick it! Ohhh!"

"MMMmmmmmmm ... uuuugggghhhh!"

"Like that. Yes, yes!" Sheri wailed. "Oh, God, your cock's so hard, so 
warm and wet against my tongue ... Mmmmmmm, that's so nice!"

Donna's mind was screaming at her to run away, but, her body wouldn't 
obey her mind. She was transfixed by the words her ears were hearing, 
the obscene sounds of sexual pleasures she hardly knew existed! It made 
her feel strange, as if she wasn't standing there at all, but was 
somewhere else, dreaming that she was hearing all this.

"God! Oooooohhh ... your teeth ... so sharp ... ooooh!" Sheri was 
crying out in ecstasy now. "Yesss, oh, oh, oh! Yeeessss, lover, 
yeeessss!"

"Sheri ... I've ... got to ... fuck you ... NOW!" Ward Murdock was 
gasping, his voice coming unevenly, slurring out his words. "Got to ... 
put it in!"

"Yes, yes ... do it to me like in the film, lover ... from behind like 
the dog in the film ... slowly!" And Donna gasped again as she heard 
the lewd, unmistakable squeak of movement in the bedsprings.

"From behind?"

"Yes, yes! Put it in my cunt ... there!"

"Oh, baby ... your ass ... cunt ... so goood! Looks so good with you 
kneeling in front of me like that!"

"Ooooohh ... slooowwwlllyyy ... oh, God, yes yes yes! Fuck me good ... 
ooohh, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

Donna could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body beneath the 
folds of her nightgown. And between her tightly clenched thighs, she 
could feel her pussy tingling, quivering in a strange way, like it had 
never done before. It was beyond her understanding, her mind, body, 
every nerve and fiber mesmerized into a state of sensual shock. It 
hadn't been like that even on the nights she had succumbed to her own 
weakness. These sounds were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and 
reason somehow was not important. As if controlled by an outside force, 
the confused mother moved automatically, her own intense and demanding 
physical need all that mattered.

Her left hand began to move down along her body to the narrow curve of 
her waist and across her stomach to rest on her own swollen pubic 
mound, then exploring, rubbing back and forth across the soft material 
of her nightgown and then up underneath it as her fingers searched 
lewdly between her trembling thighs. A strange exciting wetness seeped 
from her cuntal lips, running freely from her lust-inflamed pussy. Her 
right hand came up to cup one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny 
nipple into painful tautness through the restrictive nightgown.

The moaning from within the next room was almost incoherent now, as 
daughter and boyfriend thrashed about wildly on the bed in sinful 
intercourse. Donna gathered up her nightgown, bunching fold upon fold 
of its silky material in her left hand and drawing it farther and 
farther up around her firm, white thighs to expose the lightly curling 
pubic hairs covering her pulsating cunt. Holding the gown bunched at 
her waist, she lowered her right hand slowly over her stomach to her 
hotly steaming pussy and began to massage it as she had done before, 
knowing it was perverted and wrong, but powerless to stop herself. 
Pressing harder and harder, her middle finger sliding wetly along the 
moist hair-lined slit, she found her clitoris and gently began teasing 
the erect little nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-
consuming sensual pleasure ripple through her body. She dipped her 
finger still lower, insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist, 
inflamed cunt, and began pistoning in and out while her thumb rubbed 
rapturously across her swollen clitoris.

"Ooooohhhh, keep on, lover. Don't stop!" Sheri's voice seeped through 
the wall.

"Something new ... you'll like it ... wait!" came Ward's muffled reply.

There was a small cry of protest and the unmistakable squashing sound 
of an erect cock pulling from a passion-drenched vagina. Donna heard 
them moving on the bed, or were they merely moving up and down?

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass-hole, baby. You'll like it!" 
he said, his voice tense and straining.

"Oh, God, yessss! Put it in my ass-hole. Fuck my ass-hole, darling!" 
Sheri cried.

"Uuuugghh. God, you're tight back here!"

"Aaagghh ... it hurts ... hurts, so good! Don't stop! Aaagghhhh!!"

Trembling, Donna shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was transpiring 
on the bed in the next room surging through her mind. She could picture 
her young daughter bent over, kneeling with her buttocks waving high in 
the air, her hands spreading the twin cheeks wide and exposing the 
little brown ring of her anus to the lewdly waiting cock.

"Ooohh ... yesss, ohhh, yesss!" Sheri groaned. "All of it, lover. Hurt 
me. Jam your cock all the way up into my ass!"

How could she? How could her own child allow such an obscene and 
unnatural act to be done to her? Donna groaned in helpless torment. She 
heard the older man's lunging gasps as he drove deep into Sheri's 
defenseless ass-hole. She imagined his stiff cock ramming into her 
teenage daughter's tiny puckered anus, skewering it mercilessly as the 
full length of his heavily elongated cock fucked in and out of the 
tight rubbery little hole.

"Oooohhh, yesss. Oooohh, ooohh, oooohhh!" came the terrible sounds from 
the next room. But as much as those sounds and the lewd images in her 
brain were shocking her, they were also stimulating her beyond reason.

The bewildered young mother was caught up in the frenzy of the moment, 
her entire body trembling with unwanted excitement. She dropped down 
onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom, her glistening thighs splaying 
wide. A rush of cool air moved across her steaming cunt, giving her a 
new thrill of ecstasy, and she squirmed a second finger in next to the 
one already working there. The wet sucking noises of her desperate 
finger-fucking pervaded the master bedroom, as her voluptuous body 
heaved and jerked in time to the rhythmically moving fingers between 
her open thighs, and the tight flooding walls of the passage pulled and 
sucked hungrily at her buried fingers.

She cupped one breast almost brutally, squeezing the supple flesh, 
pinching the tender nipple with wild, animal-like abandon. Her whole 
lust-incensed body was writhing about on the floor in a turbulence of 
self-induced passion.

"Oh, baby, reach back under your cunt and squeeze my balls ... oh, God, 
yes!" Ward cried suddenly. "Your ass ... so tight ... so tight!"

"Ooohhh, yes, lover ... so good, so good ... I love your cock, love it, 
love it!"

Donna wanted to scream, to wail in unison with the two nakedly locked 
bodies in the adjacent room as she hung on the edge of her own release. 
She was near, so near that mysterious peak, delirious with her own 
sizzling passion. She removed her hand from her breast with conscious 
intent, and licking her left forefinger, reached around under her 
smoothly rounded buttocks to probe the tiny puckered ring of her own 
anus. She shut out the guilt, the knowledge that she was doing wrong. 
Her mind was caught up in her own depraved sexual hunger, and she 
didn't care about anything else. She wormed her finger slowly into the 
resisting nether ring, and nearly went out of her mind with the 
excitement of the entrance.

"Your cock ... harder ... ooohh, God, lover, hurt me! Fuck my ass-hole 
harder!"

"Can't hold back ... uuugghh ... I'm going to cummm!" Ward groaned in 
response.

Yes, oh, yes, Donna thought, me too, me too! Insanely she plunged her 
fingers into her wetly heated cunt, rubbing her clitoris with her 
thumb, the middle finger of her other hand impaled deep in the tight 
little opening of her anus, buried to the second knuckle. She too was 
going to cum!

"Ooohh, lover, yesss. Fill my ass-hole. Give me your hot cum. Fill 
meeeeeee!"

It almost seemed as if it was her voice crying out instead of her 
daughter Sheri's and Donna drove harder and faster, deeper and deeper, 
her body undulating under the pressure, gasping for imminent release.

"Aaagghh!" Sheri gasped, then her voice rose in pitch. "Oooohhh, 
ooohhh, noooowwwww! I'm cuummiinngg!"

Ward's deep-throated cry of pleasure vibrated through the wall as his 
sperm cascaded far up into Sheri's cock-split rectum. "Yessss ... 
ooohh, yessssss!"

It was as if she were controlled by the wild passion in the other 
bedroom, and Donna felt her own body automatically react. She strained, 
flaying her legs wide in spasmodic jerks and the floor seemed to rumble 
beneath her. Lifting herself up in a convulsive arch, her fingers 
reaching for maximum depth in her moisture-drenched cunt and burning 
rectum, she gasped out her own climax. Its tremendous force, rebounding 
through her quivering belly, spilled out of her churning cunt around 
her deeply implanted fingers, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks 
to where her other finger rotated deep up inside her rectum.

How long it lasted, she didn't know, but suddenly spent and exhausted, 
the young mother collapsed to the floor, her legs trembling from 
effort, her breathing ragged. She could still hear noises in the next 
room, though they were no longer wild sounds of passion, but now only 
soft sighs of contentment. She lay there for several minutes, waiting 
for strength to return so that she could make her way back to the bed, 
and when finally her heart stopped its wild pounding in her chest, she 
stood up and moved cautiously on shaky legs.

Stretching out on the bed, she felt the nightgown clinging stickily to 
her inner thighs, a lewd and obscene reminder of her self debasement. 
She sat up abruptly, pulling the garment off over her head, then 
slipped between the sheets naked, wanting to sleep, wanting desperately 
to escape the thoughts that were running wildly through her mind. There 
was no longer any doubt about her daughter's relationship with Ward 
Murdock, and it was far worse than she had dared to imagine. But what 
bothered her as much as her teenage daughter's lost innocence was the 
fact that her own lewdly inspired sexual experience had been so 
obviously pleasurable.

Trying desperately to block these images from her mind, Donna lay 
perfectly still and waited for sleep to overtake her body. As she 
waited, another, more persistent thought emerged.

Knowing now what Sheri had done, was it possible that her little boy, 
too, had experimented with sex? He had changed, his tall, muscular body 
now that of a man's, not a boy, and in spite of her efforts to resist, 
she couldn't help imagining him naked and sexually aroused. She 
shuddered with a mixture of revulsion and excitement, ashamed with 
herself for having such thoughts, but her dreams that night allowed her 
no escape.



Chapter 5


Stepping out of the shower and feeling better, Donna Howell hurriedly 
dried herself, being careful not to linger too long on sensitive 
places. It was late, almost noon, and she hadn't slept that late in the 
day since she could remember. She had concluded that her feeling tired 
was the result of too much sleep, having successfully put her restless 
dreams out of her mind.

Once dry, she walked quickly into the dressing room, put on brassiere 
and panties, then slipped into a comfortable shift. The cabin had been 
quiet since she awakened, and although she was not anxious to face 
Sheri or Ward, she was curious to know what was happening. The incident 
she had overheard in the middle of the night was far enough away now 
that she could look upon it with some degree of objectivity, and she 
knew that it was essential for her to become more of a mother than she 
had been in the past. Somehow she had to make her daughter realize that 
a relationship with Ward Murdock, a man old enough to be her father, 
was wrong. How she might succeed in doing this, Donna wasn't sure, but 
she did know something had to be done. Why it could even affect Kevin 
in some way, and that was totally unthinkable as far as she was 
concerned. It was too late to salvage Sheri's innocence, she had to 
keep him from discovering their shameful relationship.

She left the bedroom quietly, walking down the hallway without looking 
in the bedroom where Ward and Sheri had performed their indecent 
perversion the night before. The thought of the bizarre act made her 
spine tingle, though she wasn't able to interpret her reaction as 
repulsion or wicked excitement. She just knew that she didn't dare even 
think about it.

At the doorway of the living room, she hesitated, listening for voices 
or some sound that would indicate what her children were doing, but she 
heard nothing. It seemed that she was alone in the cabin, and she 
walked to the kitchen, seeking some sign of activity.

Breakfast dishes were placed in the sink, and the electric percolator 
light was on, indicating that some coffee was still in the pot. The 
scent was pleasant, and she went to the cabinet where cups were kept, 
taking one out. When she picked up the coffee pot to pour out the 
steaming liquid, she saw a note that had been left beside it. She 
finished pouring out a cup of coffee before she picked up the note to 
read it.

"Mom, didn't want to wake you, so hope you don't mind my taking your 
car. Have gone up to Badger to go skiing. Expect Sheri and Ward to join 
me. Will be back by five. Kevin."

She smiled to herself as she reread the note. An afternoon of skiing 
was certainly innocent activity, even if Ward Murdock was to be with 
them!

It wasn't until Donna had finished cooking and eating some bacon and 
eggs, that she began to feel rejected. Normally after eating breakfast 
she would be hurrying to school and to work, but with the children 
gone, she felt the day would be wasted. She could only find solace in 
the fact that Kevin had said in his note that they would be back by 5 
p.m. While cleaning up the breakfast dishes, she decided to spend the 
afternoon working on term papers, hoping that she would be able to stop 
feeling sorry for herself.

*   *   *


It was shortly after one in the afternoon, and Ward felt certain he 
would find Donna Howell up and about. More important, she would be in 
the cabin alone, and Kevin and Sheri wouldn't be returning from skiing 
until after five. It meant he would have four hours, and that was 
enough time to do what he wanted to do.

Everything had worked out well, at least Sheri had appeared to believe 
his story, when they reached Badger. He was a bad liar, so he had 
telephoned the lobby of the resort hotel and left a message for himself 
at Badger to call his business partner. Amazingly, it had worked.

Now, turning back into the parking lot of the resort, Ward was humming 
to himself, pleased and convinced that it would be a very interesting 
afternoon. The moment he had met Donna Howell the night before, he knew 
that he had to fuck her, and she was certainly the equal of her 
daughter in beauty, if not superior. More important, she was a woman, 
not a young, budding girl, and if he sized things up correctly, she 
would provide him with pleasures that would even outweigh those he had 
had with Sheri the previous night.

The front door of the cabin was unlocked, so he walked in, listening 
for sounds that would indicate where Donna was. He heard nothing, so he 
called out her name.

"I'm in here ..." came the reply, and following the sound of her voice, 
he walked through the living room and down the short hallway.

"Am I disturbing you?" he said as he entered the sitting room. She was 
seated at a desk, her back to him, and he quickly sized up the room. At 
one side was the desk and on the opposite side was a sofa and chair set 
with a table lamp set between. He thought the sofa was the convertible 
type that made into a bed, but the room was fairly dark with the drapes 
closed, the only light coming from a lamp on the desk, so he wasn't 
sure.

"No, I was just ..." She turned in the chair to see Ward standing at 
the doorway, alone. "Are the children with you?" She thought it odd 
that he was alone, and she spoke without thinking. After she had said 
it, she was sorry she'd referred to Kevin and Sheri as children.

"They're on the slopes ... I had an errand to run, so I missed out ..." 
he answered, smiling as if he was making a joke. Then he added, "But 
I'm glad for the opportunity to visit with you ... if you have the 
time, that is."

He seemed sincere and so polite, she didn't know what to make of his 
sudden arrival. She had thought she wouldn't be able to look at him 
after overhearing the wild sex scene the previous night, but now that 
she was talking to him face to face, it wasn't so difficult after all.

"Certainly ... I was just going over some term papers. Can I get you 
something to eat?" she said, standing up from the desk chair.

"No thank you, but perhaps ..." he looked at his watch. "It's a little 
early, but it's such a cool day, suppose I fix up some hot buttered 
rums?"

She wasn't sure whether to say yes or no, but reflecting on it, she 
thought it might calm her nerves. "If you like, that would be fine ..."

"Be right back then," he said, and he turned and disappeared down the 
hall connecting the sitting and bedrooms with the living room. She 
followed him, going as far as the hallway, and walked into the small 
bathroom off the hall to wash her hands. Almost unconsciously, she 
looked at herself in the mirror over the basin, making sure that she 
looked presentable, then drying her hands with a towel, she returned to 
the sitting room. She switched off the desk light, and going over to 
the sofa, turned on the lamp placed between it and the chair. She sat 
down on the sofa just as Ward entered with the drinks.

"How do these look?" he asked holding out one of the steaming cups.

"Perfect. Thank you," she replied as she took the offered drink.

Ward held his cup up, looking across the rim at her eyes. "To my 
gracious hostess, and an exceptional parent!" and he sipped down some 
of the heated liquor.

She felt flattered in spite of herself, and she knew that her face 
reddened slightly. "You exaggerate, but thank you ..." she said, then 
drank from her cup to hide her embarrassment.

He sat down beside her on the sofa. "Not at all ... Kevin and Sheri are 
exceptional kids, especially considering that you've raised them all by 
yourself!" He wanted to put himself in proper perspective by reminding 
her that he was her age too. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere if she 
thought of him as Sheri's boyfriend.

She was suddenly remembering the scene that she had overheard, and 
again her protective instinct was aroused. This was her opportunity to 
possibly save her daughter from him, though at the moment she wasn't 
sure how. She could only smile pleasantly, as if gracefully accepting 
his blatant compliment.

He sat quietly, watching her sip down more of her drink, and he was 
convinced that he was taking the right track. "I suppose kids today are 
young adults much sooner that when you and I were young, but I can't 
help feeling that they shouldn't be allowed to grow up too quickly." He 
hoped that statement would make her think he had no sexual relationship 
with Sheri, but instead only took her out to give her the things she 
missed not having a father.

Donna nodded and smiled, but inside she was seething. Yet she wondered 
what he was getting at, and she remained quiet, waiting for him to get 
to the point.

"I suppose I do have paternalistic feelings ... I hope that doesn't 
disturb you?" he added, expecting his words to drive the message home.

It disturbed her tremendously, but she nodded her head from side to 
side, then gulped down more of her drink in hopes the liquor would keep 
her calm. "I don't see anything wrong in that, Mr. Murdock," she 
answered. She certainly didn't want him to know that she was aware of 
his true relationship with her daughter. At least not then, she 
thought.

"Good ... I'm relieved to hear you say that, Donna." he replied, and 
then he turned toward her, looking directly into her liquid eyes. 
"Sheri is a beautiful girl, and there is no question about where she 
got her looks ..."

It suddenly dawned on her what Ward Murdock was after, and her initial 
reaction was anger. Apparently this thirty-three year old Lothario had 
the nerve to make a play for her too, and that kind of gall infuriated 
her. But before she reacted openly, something else entered her mind, 
and it showed her the way she might possibly protect her teenage 
daughter. Yes, in fact, it might be the only way she could protect her!

"You're too flattering, Ward," she said softly, and she lowered her 
eyes as if to be coy. But her mind was going rapidly over the 
situation, and she thought if she did go along with his advances, it 
would keep him away from Sheri. The only question in her mind was 
whether she could tolerate a sexual encounter with him. Yet, if it was 
the only way to save her daughter, she knew it was a sacrifice she 
would have to make.

"To be direct and honest, Donna, the moment I saw you, I was 
captivated. You are beautiful!" he said in deep, whispered tones, and 
taking the cup from her hand, he leaner closer. She didn't back away 
nor show any sign of resisting him, so setting the drinks aside, he 
leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. She seemed to open her 
mouth willingly, and he was somewhat surprised at how easily he had won 
her over, but he dismissed the thought, completely absorbed by her 
sensuality. He kissed her long and deeply, pushing his tongue into her 
warm wet mouth in the ultimate French kiss.

Donna felt it was then or not at all, and when he made his move, her 
decision was final. She was going to allow him to take her, but for one 
reason only, and that was to keep him away from her daughter from that 
moment on. She was unsure of her actions, it having been a long time 
since she was kissed like that, and her pride was such that she 
couldn't allow him to think she was easy either. After a moment, she 
twisted her face away from his, but he stayed close, his lips covering 
her bare neck with kisses.

"Please ... I ..." She was feeling tensed up from the thoughts that 
were passing through her mind, lewd thoughts that made her wonder why 
she was really letting him touch her.

"I want you, Donna ..." he said, his voice a deep, raspy whisper, and 
he began to unfasten the buttons running down the front of her shift.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her, and she wanted to run 
away, escape his searching hands. But she didn't move as she remembered 
her plan to save Sheri from him. If she kept him busy, then at least he 
wouldn't have the opportunity to corrupt her young daughter any more 
than he already had, so she took a deep breath, knowing that she was 
committed to the complete act.

"I don't know ... please, Ward, let's take time to think this out ..." 
she said, wanting him to believe she was thinking him serious. Her 
statement made him want her all the more, and his voice took on an 
urgent tone.

"Donna, you know you want me too ... I'm going to fuck you ... now ... 
admit you want me to fuck you!" he said his voice sounding hoarse and 
dry.

His use of the crude word made her shiver, from excitement or disgust, 
she wasn't sure which, and before she could think what to say, his hand 
was suddenly moving into the open front of her dress, heading for her 
brassiere. She was momentarily spellbound by the uncommon sensation, 
and she realized she was enjoying it too much.

"Wait ... please ... not like this ..." she said as she moved away from 
him. Then she saw that he was confused, and she believed that he might 
not proceed but instead actually give up. "I want it to be right!" she 
added to keep him interested. She stood up then, the front of her dress 
falling open and exposing the white raciness of her brassiere and 
panties underneath, and she held out her hand to indicate she wanted 
him to stand also. He did, but he immediately began to undress, and to 
avoid looking at him, she leaned down to the sofa and began opening it 
out into a bed.

So it was a sofa-bed after all, Ward thought as he pulled off his 
clothes, and seeing her so casually opening it for them made his blood 
speed through his body even faster. It left no doubt that she was ready 
and willing to let him fuck her, and his thick penis was fully erect as 
soon as he stepped out of his shorts. Jesus Christ, he thought, a 
mother-daughter twin score right in the same cabin! Before Donna could 
turn around to face him, he moved to her, pulling her shift away from 
her shoulders to let it fall in a heap on the floor. She turned, her 
eyes directly on his, and placing his hands on her slim waist, he 
pulled her close to his naked body. His hard, erect cock slid easily 
between her smooth inner thighs, a rigid reminder of what she was about 
to get.

"You haven't told me how you want it ..." he said softly. As he spoke, 
he reached behind her back, and finding the hook of her brassiere, 
unfastened it, letting the material fall away from her full firm 
breasts. The voluptuously rounded mounds of flesh stood out high and 
proud, and the pink nipples on the tips began to harden as he brushed 
against them with the dark curly hairs on his chest.

She told herself over and over that she was doing it for Sheri, doing 
it to protect her daughter from him, but it was hard for her to ignore 
the pleasures pouring through her nearly naked body. She couldn't allow 
Sheri's seducer to possess her mind too, so she turned her face away, 
trying to control her emotions. She could feel the full rigid length of 
his throbbing cock rubbing hotly between her smooth thighs, and the 
thick rubbery head seemed to be pressing into the flimsy fabric of her 
panties as if it could drill right through it. She had to get it over 
quickly before she succumbed to the heat of her wickedly rising 
passion.

"Fuck me ... yes, just fuck me lying on my back with my legs spread 
open," she said softly, surprising even herself with the choice of 
words. Yet at the same moment she was telling herself that it was vile 
and crude to be fucked by the same man who had done it to her teenage 
daughter too. It was an act that she could never let herself enjoy.

But her lewd words were all the encouragement the depraved older man 
needed, and he pulled Donna tightly to him, kissing her deep and hard. 
The contact with her body was overpowering his senses, and everything 
about her seemed to smell and taste like pure, unadulterated sex. 
Lifting her up without breaking away from the kiss, he carried her to 
the sofa-bed and laid her panty-clad body gently down on the soft 
mattress. She seemed a little tense, in fact enough so that he was 
unsure of how much he could get away with, as it was hard for him to 
believe she would fall for his line so quickly and completely with 
little or no effort on his part. Yet, having her voluptuous body so 
close was stimulating beyond reason, so he proceeded slowly taking care 
not to disturb her reverie. Reaching down across her smooth, trembling 
belly to the elastic waistband at the top of her panties, he pulled the 
filmy material slowly down over her flaring hips.

Though believing she felt no passion, no arousal, the voluptuous mother 
unconsciously arched her buttocks off the bed to make the removal of 
her last remaining garment easier for him, and as her blonde curling 
pussy hair was exposed to the cool air, she realized her cunt was moist 
and warm beneath it, despite her resolve not to feel anything. The 
moment was totally different from any previous experience with a man, 
and Donna wondered if it was what she had overheard the night before 
that made her feel so stimulated and free. She knew that maintaining 
objective presence of mind was going to be difficult, as she lifted her 
legs up so that he could slip her panties all the way off and leave her 
completely naked and vulnerable to his advances.

His excitement growing with each passing second, Ward traced the line 
of her smooth-skinned thighs with his fingernail, and when he felt her 
lightly waving pubic hair brush against his hand, she seemed to let her 
legs go limp as if inviting him to go further, but he held back. He 
wanted to look at her closely, tease into her moist pink vagina with 
his tongue, and explore every inch of the heated passage. He wanted to 
be assured of her total submission to his demands, and he felt certain 
that his tongue worming around up between her legs would do the trick.

Easing his lips away from her open mouth, he ran his tongue down the 
sensitive flesh of her long, shapely neck, and hesitating there for a 
moment, he licked and nipped at the taut muscles. She moaned quietly, a 
humming sound which started deep in her throat, and he felt the 
transmitted vibrations against his lips. He wanted her to groan like 
that until she had to scream out for his throbbing, hard penis, and he 
moved on down her body with his tongue, pausing at the full round flesh 
of her breasts. The tiny pink nipples at the tips were hardened into 
erect little buds of pleasure, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe 
hot air over them. Kissing one of the desire-hardened nipples, he took 
it into his mouth, laying his warm, wet tongue under it as if he were 
testing the temperature of some succulent food, and then he licked 
wetly around it and closed his mouth to suck and nip it gently with his 
teeth.

"Oooohhh ... that's ..." She caught the words before they came out, 
trying to resist the growing excitement in her body. The pleasure from 
his teeth biting at her nipple seemed to travel down to the pit of her 
belly, and the fire ignited there seemed to burn more brightly. It was 
arousing to experience such sensual delights, and the hard-working 
mother reminded herself again that it was only to save her daughter 
that she was allowing him to take such liberties with her nakedly 
stripped body.

Her smell and feel were unbearably sensual, and what the bachelor was 
finding seemed almost unreal. He found it hard to believe that a woman 
with two teenage children could appear so virgin-like and innocent, yet 
that was precisely the impression he got. Though warm and willing, 
Donna Howell reacted like it was all new to her, and he was anxious to 
show her what sex was all about. Raising his head up from her breast, 
Ward traced the smooth flatness of her belly with his tongue, and it 
left a wet trail to the sparse beginnings of her triangular-shaped 
pubic mound.

Donna had become so engrossed in the pleasure from his lips on her 
breast that for a moment she was unaware of what he was leading toward, 
but suddenly she realized that he intended to continue his sucking, 
only instead it was going to be down between her legs--there in her 
defenselessly naked pussy! He had slithered down upon the arching slit 
of her quivering vagina, his head just at the junction between her 
thighs, and knowing what he was about to do made her recoil in sudden 
fear.

"No, no, no! Please ... not that ... ooohhh!" she groaned, afraid that 
her already tortured mind could not take such a lewd act. She twisted 
her hips around in a futile attempt to escape his grasp, but he had 
taken a firm grip on her legs and was holding her fast.

"You're going to love it, baby!" Murdock said with demanding authority, 
and she was so surprised by his colder tone of voice that she stopped 
struggling. He was staring up between her widespread thighs, looking 
hungrily at the thin vertical slit of her vagina, edged so delicately 
with soft blonde pubic hair. Tiny gleaming droplets of her excitedly 
seeping cuntal moisture trimmed the blonde curls, then more was visible 
as her cunt began pulsating gently like a flowering rose blossom 
covered with dew. Her clitoris stood out rigidly, a tiny pink bud of 
quivering pleasure, and he placed his thumbs on either side of her 
yearning pussy-lips, spreading the soft curls of pubic hair apart with 
deliberately hesitating action. The coral-colored flesh of her 
throbbing vaginal mouth was completely exposed to his gaze.

"Oooohhh God!" Donna moaned, turning her head to the side. It was 
horrible and humiliating that she should be so excited by his actions, 
and she closed her eyes tightly as she groaned out in helpless shame. 
She was petrified for having given in to such a debasing act with 
hardly a struggle, as she knew exactly what her own inaction meant ... 
that she actually wanted this! His breath was grazing hotly against her 
sensitive flesh, and she drew in her own breath as she felt his head 
move closer to her helplessly exposed vagina. Then it happened! Her 
whole body jerked convulsively as his tongue shot out to probe her 
glistening cuntal furrow. She was lost!

"Oh--oh--no!" another groan escaped from her throat as she ground her 
hips shamefully down into the sofa, but the bestial outrage continued 
down between her nakedly quivering legs. Her stomach churned with the 
terror filling her mind, and she cried out an animal-like wail of 
unwanted passion as his tongue licked hotly at her inner thighs, then 
shot up into the thumb-spread folds of her vagina lips to swirl 
teasingly around the hardened bud of her throbbing clitoris.

"Ooooohhh ... Gooodddd! Pllleeassee!"

She tried to draw her legs together in an effort to keep the lusting 
tongue from driving her insane with passion, but Ward was too strong 
for her, holding her legs wide apart as he dipped his head toward her 
openly spread cunt. His tongue wetly covered her throbbing clitoris 
with heated sensations, and his lips closed around it to suck the bud-
like nerve center up inside his mouth. Electric-like bolts of 
excitement thundered through her as she felt his teeth nipping at the 
sensitive bud, and like a wanton whore from the streets, she threw out 
her legs, kicking them wide apart and open to his lewd oral assault up 
between them.

"Aaaaggghhh ... oooohhh!" Tilting her head up, the helpless young 
mother stared with tear-filled eyes at his devouring of her thumb-
spread pussy. She was stunned by the recognition of the depravity of 
such an act, and it was one that she had never permitted previously 
when her husband was alive. But she couldn't stop the violent bolts of 
pleasure that were permeating her body from the tip of her toes to the 
top of her blonde head.

Slipping his hands under her softly rounded buttocks to lift her pelvis 
up tighter to his probing tongue, the heartless bachelor squeezed the 
pliant flesh, holding the twin cheeks tightly with his fingers while he 
ran his tongue around and around in the soft wet valley of her wide-
splayed cunt. Her thighs raised so openly to his face made him press 
deeper in the juicy flesh, and slowly and deliberately he ran his 
tongue down to the tiny clenched opening of her vaginal passage. The 
elastic-like orifice seemed to flower open to his touch, and with 
absolute sureness, he thrust his tongue deep up inside the passion-
drenched walls.

"Oooohhh!" she wailed, her mind vaguely wondering why she had not let 
such a thrilling thing happen to her before, but she still insisted to 
herself that she was submitting to this man for her daughter's sake, 
and nothing more.

Driving his tongue like bolts of lightning, Ward felt her giving in 
completely to his lewd cunt-licking, and he roamed with his hands 
around the crevice of her arched buttocks. Finding the soft curving 
nether valley with his fingers, he spread the cheeks wide apart as he 
orally fucked her with his hotly swirling tongue. Her firmly tensed 
inner thighs held his head locked against her burning vaginal passage, 
and he could feel her pushing her loins up against his sucking mouth 
with increasing intensity and abandon. Prim Mrs. Donna Howell was 
giving in to his oral fucking, and with that knowledge adding to his 
confidence, he shoved his middle finger into the parted cheeks of her 
buttocks, seeking the tightly clenched circle of her puckered anus. 
Finding the elastic-like orifice in the narrow hairless valley, he 
wormed his finger around to screw it slowly up inside the rubbery ring, 
and she moaned out deliriously into the silence of the room.

"Uuuggghh, ooohhh! Aaaaggghh!" Donna was confused by the strange new 
pleasure that streaked through her lust-inflamed body. It was like she 
was being assaulted by two different men at the same time. His finger 
explored the rubbery opening to her rectum, and then suddenly, his 
tongue was pulled from her seething cunt to flick out wetly at the 
edges of the stretched nether opening. She wanted to scream out her 
rapture as the fiery sensations danced through her body with multiple, 
wickedly growing explosions.

"Ooooh, God. Please ... don't ... oooh!" She protested weakly, as all 
the while she was raising her hips up to the tongue endeavoring to rape 
her tight little anus. She cried out again and again, her complete 
degradation overwhelming her thoughts, her blonde head tossing from 
side to side while the horrible realization of shattered control 
flooded through her, her body quaking with self-reproach at its lewd, 
uncalled-for reaction. She sobbed in shame and humiliation as the 
pleasure-giving tongue kept licking on and on, flicking obscenely from 
her vagina to her anus and back again with complete freedom. Her loins 
began to quiver, to jerk with a frenzy of raw nerve ends. The love-
starved young woman could no longer fight the intense ecstasy she was 
experiencing, but gave in totally to his lewd demands. She began to 
cry, and moan profusely now, but now ... now it was for the fulfillment 
she had so long denied herself. She ground her desire-soaking cunt in 
to his face, her only wish to submit to his slightest whim, and she 
circled her naked loins against his mouth, thrilling in the wanton lust 
of his lewdly stabbing tongue.

Ward wanted to make her cum with his tongue before he fucked her, and 
he went at his oral fucking like a machine gone mad. His girlfriend's 
mother was hotter and wilder than he ever would have hoped, and he was 
elated over his decision to try and get inside her panties. Working his 
tongue furiously in the heated depths of her seething cunt, he stroked 
and teased until he had to come up for breath, and then he bent down to 
it again, parting her tightly clenching little passage with his slickly 
pointed tongue. Her body began to grind and roll with the deep slow 
agony of a mounting climax, and she twisted her head while moaning 
loudly.

"Oooohhh, God, keep it up, keep it up! Fuck it! Oh, God! Fuck it--
harder!" Donna wasn't fully aware of what she was saying, as she had 
never before been so close to release in her life. With his mouth 
sucking on her lust-maddened pussy-flesh, the young widow was 
experiencing for the first time in many, many years the real sensual 
gratification of desire, and she writhed and jerked with faint mewls of 
passion rising from her chest, her face tensed with animalistic 
abandon.

She was almost there ... she knew she was! "Oooohhh, God! Fuck ... oh, 
fuck it hard!" she chanted as he screwed harder up into her inwardly 
sucking pussy with his long tongue. His hands seemed to touch every 
sensitive part of her body like a raging sheet of flame; her breasts, 
anus, clitoris, all aroused beyond the point of reality. Her cunt was 
pulling his tongue deeper and deeper up into her, sucking and draining 
at the warmly flowing saliva as she tingled from one end of her 
writhing body to the other. It was heavenly ... better than anything 
she had ever known ...

Ward worked furiously, sure that his new conquest was on the verge of 
orgasm, and suddenly she moaned again, her voice sounding like the 
depths of lusting passion transcribed into a wailing sigh. "Ooohh ... 
oooohhhhh ... yessss! Now ... now ... now Now!!!! I'mmmmmm 
cuuummniinnnGGG!!!"

She jerked and heaved against his relentlessly sucking mouth, twisting 
crazily as the hot spasms of orgasm flooded through her body, carrying 
her to the heights of unbelievable ecstasy. Heated secretions from her 
viscously clasping cunt ran slowly out of her vagina to be sucked up by 
Ward's greedily working mouth.

She groaned out her joy over and over again, mouthing out the path of 
her new-found pleasure that would lead inescapably to a life of total 
sensual depravity.

It was done, he thought, his self-praise enlarged by the taste of 
Sheri's mother's wild, uncontrolled orgasm. Donna fell back onto the 
sofa-bed after a moment, her body still jerking with the last of her 
climax, and he raised his head up from her wetly quivering cunt, a wide 
grin of triumph spreading across his face. It was his turn now, and he 
was more than ready to begin.

Opening her eyes, Donna was confronted with the sight of Ward's lewdly 
grinning expression, and immediately shifted her gaze down in order to 
avoid the obvious glee in his eyes. Her gaze fell on the dark tangle of 
his pubic hair, and she gasped as she saw the huge throbbing cock that 
stood straight out from his loins. It had grown even larger, the 
purple-colored head like a clenched fist on the end of a vein-covered 
arm. It looked menacing--and dangerous.

Seeing the wonder in Donna's glazed eyes, Ward wanted to shock her, and 
he grasped his blood-engorged cock and began to stroke it lewdly. It 
was obvious that the size of his long thick penis was frightening her.

"Now, it's my turn ... you're going to get a fuck like you've never had 
before!" His grin widened and he thrust his hips forward to add 
physical emphasis to his statement.

The woman on the sofa-bed gaped at the giant, lust-stiffened cock in 
complete misery, and her naked body jerked in convulsive anticipation. 
She was filled with shame, yet she was excited, stimulated, and the 
thought of what he was about to do made the fire in her belly burn even 
brighter. A new sense of wantonness was now a part of her being. She 
stared at the tip of his throbbing penis, studying the dilated end-slit 
with its drop of moisture tucked just inside, then shifted her eyes 
down to the shaft, realizing what it could to do her. It would split 
her tiny, unused cunt apart!

"You're ... you're so big!" she gasped, her eyes wide with terror. "I 
... can't take it ...!"

"My turn now, baby ... your cunt is ripe and ready for a good fucking 
... and it's high time you found out what it's like having a real cock 
fucking you again!" He watched for her reaction as he spit out the lewd 
words, and the change in her expression indicated that his crude choice 
had had its effect. He could see that she was frightened, and he 
intended to again change her whimperings of fear into cries of 
passionate lust.

He laughed openly, narrowing his eyes to look down at her freshly 
assaulted cunt.

"I want to fuck you dog-fashion! Turn over! Get up on your hands and 
knees!"

"No!" she gasped, a faint memory of what she had heard through the wall 
last night suddenly coming back to her. "Pleeassee ... I can't take it 
... ohhh, God, pleaseee!" But her words were muffled by the sofa as he 
forced her over onto her stomach.

"I'm going to fuck you from behind ... now!" he said with certain 
finality, then grabbed her by the waist, lifting her into a slave-like 
kneeling position that left her buttocks waving lewdly in the air 
behind her.

Ooohhh God she thought helplessly. He's going to do it to me like he 
did to Sheri, my baby!

It was like she was bent over in total subjugation before a master, an 
object for his lust and nothing more, even worse, she was convinced he 
would certainly injure her with his massive cock. Looking back beneath 
her swaying breasts, she saw his knees holding her legs widely apart, 
then forcing them out still further. She saw the hairy sac containing 
his cum-filled balls swinging freely beneath his long rigid penis, and 
the thick purple head of his penis was pointing menacingly up between 
her thighs, its tip almost pressing against her moist pink cunt.

"Take it in your hand and put it in!" he ordered, all the while 
thinking how differently he was treating her in comparison with Sheri. 
Mother and daughter were similar in appearance, but there the likeness 
ended.

"No, please! Oh, God ..." Donna moaned helplessly, knowing she couldn't 
stop herself even if she wanted to. She trembled, realizing that the 
reason for allowing this sexual encounter had now taken second place to 
the overwhelming desire in her body. She wasn't doing it to protect her 
teenage daughter anymore. She was doing it because she wanted it ... 
she wanted to be fucked by this man, her own little girl's boyfriend!

"Do it ... now ... damn it, I can't hold off forever!" he commanded, 
squeezing the soft flesh of her white inner thighs with his strong 
fingers, and cruelly pulling them wide for an easier entrance into her 
tight, pulsating cunt.

Lust conquered fear as her body instinctively reacted to his demands. 
Donna reached back between her legs and wrapped her hand around the 
thick fleshy cock, feeling the blood pounding hotly through it. Guiding 
it into the passion-drenched opening of her fearfully quivering cunt, 
she moved the thick cock-head back and forth to part the moist hair-
lined slit of her vagina, and when it made contact with her clitoris, 
she felt a tantalizing shock of further pleasure coursing through her 
nakedly kneeling body.

"There ..." she sobbed, feeling the completeness of her humiliation. 
She was no better than a whore, she thought, wanting his cock more than 
anything she'd wanted before.

The warmth of wet cuntal flesh around the head of his throbbing cock 
was like a blanket of soft delight, and the stirring pressure in his 
balls began to build even higher. Shifting his hips forward, Ward 
pressed his painfully pounding cock-head against the tightly 
restricting mouth of Donna's desire-moistened cunt, and to his surprise 
the smooth rubbery tip sank easily up into the tight warmth.

"Oooohhh ..." Donna moaned. Her face was mashed heavily down against 
the mattress as she lurched away from the giant penis driving into her 
cuntal slit, but Ward's hold on her was like a steel vise.

He pushed harder, the rubbery flesh of his cock-head slipping up inside 
her palpitating opening another inch until the clasping tightness of 
her unused pussy resisted.

"Oooohhh ... no, no, no ... don't fuck me too deep, please ... I can't 
take it!"

Firmly then Ward continued pressuring into her heated cuntal depths, 
ignoring all pleas of mercy. Inch by inch he thrust his way into her 
nakedly squirming belly, slowly filling her virgin-tight passage with 
the length of his huge throbbing penis.

"Aaaagghh ...!" she cried. It felt like she was being stretched to the 
bursting point by his entry, the walls of her stretched vagina so tight 
that she could feel every wrinkle and ridge of his massively thrusting 
cock. She didn't think he could possibly fuck up into her any deeper 
and she was relieved when he hesitated for moment. Her relief was 
short-lived however, for seconds later he grunted and slammed his hips 
forward, his unyielding rod of hard male flesh tearing through her 
until the spongy head struck with sickening agony deep against her 
cervix.

"Aaaagghh!" she grunted from the pain, sure that she had been ripped 
apart. When Ward flexed his cock several times, she whimpered like a 
hurt dog, and in answer received yet another painful thrust, his sperm-
filled balls swinging like a leaded pendulum up between her widespread 
thighs.

The tight wet warmth of her quivering cunt felt too good, and Ward 
didn't wait to give her a chance to adjust to his massive size, but 
immediately began to fuck in and out of her vaginal passage, his long 
hard strokes pounding relentlessly deep into her belly. His lust-
contorted eyes stared without mercy at the helplessly subjugated form 
bent over on the bed before him, seeing her buttocks begin to wiggle in 
time to his driving rhythm, seeing the smoothly curving back sloping 
down to her flailing blonde hair and twisting head, a picture that made 
the sperm in his balls churn with lusting passion.

"Ooohhh! Ooohh!" Donna now began to chant in time to the long hard 
strokes, her upturned buttocks grinding back and taking up the 
demanding pace he set. She fucked back wantonly now, rising to each of 
his forward strokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as 
deep as possible between them. Nothing else mattered except the hard 
thick cock pistoning deep into her hungrily clasping cunt. There was no 
purpose or plan now, no sacrifice for her daughter's sake, but only the 
ultimate lusting desire of being fucked, fucked good, fucked hard and 
deep.

"Ooohhh ... good ... so good ... give it to me, darling ... fuck me 
good!" she groaned as her sexual frenzy took full control of mind and 
body. The lewd words streamed from her mouth in unfamiliar cries of 
passion, a passion she had not realized possible, a passion magnified 
by the lust-inciting tongue-fucking she had gotten earlier. Nothing had 
ever been like it before, and she loved it! Loved it!

Ward Murdock's sudden, almost strange success with Sheri's mother was 
forgotten as the bachelor engrossed himself in her gratifying 
reactions. The only thing that mattered now was the way she thrust her 
buttocks back against his driving cock. His grip tightened, pulling her 
milk-white buttocks up to his loins with violent strength, then pushing 
her away again as he fucked rhythmically into her. He wanted to make 
her scream with the pleasure of his assault, to beg him to pump his hot 
sticky cum deep inside her belly, to drain his aching balls dry. Her 
writhing cuntal flesh was like hot melted butter around his throbbing 
penis, the slick walls clasping every part of it like a rippling wave 
of heat.

"Oh, oh! OOOh ... ooooohhhh ... OOOOhhhHHHHHH!" Donna began to chant, 
her lovely face contorting with sensuous passion, bearing no 
resemblance to her normal expression. Then, words spilling from her 
mouth incoherently, she cried: "Hard! Harder! Oh, Ward ... Ward, 
darling! Fuck ... me ... hard!"

Ward grunted deep in his throat in an effort to drive his throbbing 
cock even farther up into the tender vaginal flesh. He watched her 
heaving breasts that quivered salaciously with the shock of his 
punishing cock in her cunt, and the tiny rivulets of perspiration that 
ran down between the berry-tipped mounds.

Then suddenly Donna began to convulse under him!

"Oh, my God! My God ... it's going to ... to happen ... to me again! 
It's almost here! I can feel it! Oh, God! Ward ... I'm going to cum! 
Oh, yes! Yesss ... Ward! That's it! I'm ... I'm ... cuuummmmiiinnGG! 
AAAAaaaaauugghhh!"

He pounded deeper and faster into her, with every ounce of his 
strength. And as he felt her spasm wildly under him, her cuntal lips 
sucking voraciously at him, he felt his own white-hot sperm begin to 
race the length of his cock in welcome release. His lust knew no bounds 
then, as his body convulsed in one final, slamming plunge far up into 
the hidden recesses of her still cumming pussy, the semen jetting from 
him through the tiny slit in his cock-head in a seemingly endless 
stream. And she ground her buttocks back at him, to take all of him, to 
receive all of his steaming fluid deep into her wildly contracting 
womb.

Donna moaned aloud. Her soft white thighs quivered and her belly quaked 
with the intense pleasure of her orgasm. She could clearly feel the 
expansion of his cock buried in her and the warm moistness of his sperm 
as it splashed into the depths of her nakedly spasming belly. Dear God 
in heaven! Never had she realized that such pure joy existed on the 
face of the earth. With a final convulsion, she ground back against 
him, her heart pounding in her breast, her mouth open wide and gulping 
air into laboring lungs to forestall the dizziness that tried to 
overcome her. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as wave after wave of 
relaxing euphoria swept through her, and for the first time in her life 
she was fulfilled, completely satiated.

Ward collapsed then, pinning her down to the sofa-bed under them. Donna 
tried to think clearly, but no coherent thought came to her. Every 
fiber of her being was concerned only with the physical part of her. 
Later, she would be rational and try to think through what had 
happened, but for now she found it impossible.

One thing she did know for sure: She had really and truly been fucked! 
Ward's cock was still buried deep inside her and she could feel the 
liquid warmth of his semen as it began to run in a tiny, viscous 
rivulet from the mouth of her vagina down her thighs, pooling on the 
bed beneath her.

"How was that?" he whispered breathlessly.

"God, Ward! It was really ... unbelievable," she murmured, her breath 
still coming hard.

The young mother's mind began to whirl with thoughts of lust, not 
trying to decipher the perverted events that had put her there on that 
sofa-bed naked with her teenage daughter's thirty-three year old 
boyfriend! She didn't care what her reasons had been, but she knew that 
there had to be more of this, much more. She would arrange it, and if 
she could judge by the way Ward was gasping over her, she wouldn't have 
any trouble at all convincing him.



Chapter 6


Kevin's heart was racing wildly, pounding in his chest when he got back 
to the Ahwahnee Hotel's parking lot. He took several deep breaths to 
help calm down before walking to where his sister was waiting for him 
in his mother's car. He wasn't sure that she should know what he had 
discovered.

He had gone back to the cabin to pick up his ski goggles, and what he 
had heard while in the cabin had left him stunned and dazed. He had 
hoped he was wrong, he hoped, too, that his sister hadn't seen Ward 
Murdock's car tucked in a far corner of the parking lot. He had gone in 
the cabin expecting to find his mother and Ward in conversation, 
probably about Sheri he'd guessed, but instead he saw no one. He'd just 
about decided to call out when he heard a noise coming from the sitting 
room, and when he went to investigate, he was half way across the 
living room before he heard the wailing cry from his mother.

"Oooooohhhhh, God! Keep it up, keep it up! Fuck it! ... Fuck it 
harder!"

He had been stunned, frozen to the spot as the chilling reality stung 
him to the quick. His mother was being fucked by Ward Murdock, Sheri's 
boyfriend! He had been unable to move for a long moment, and when he 
finally did, he thought to investigate for his sister's sake. He had to 
be sure, didn't he? Trembling with excited fear, he had moved quietly 
to the short hallway, and he didn't need to go further. From where he 
stood, he was able to see his mother lying on the sofa-bed naked, her 
shapely white buttocks drawn up--and waving lewdly in time to Ward's 
rutting thrusts.

"Ohhhhhhhh, God! Fuck it! Fuck it!" his mother had cried, and he had 
watched with mixed emotions flooding through his mind. The sight of his 
mother being fucked by his sister's boyfriend was arousing as well as a 
shock, and when he had realized his penis was becoming erect with 
excitement, he had turned and ran out of the cabin, completely 
forgetting the ski goggles he had returned to get.

His sister was still sitting in the car, and she looked up as he 
approached, his mind still undecided about what to tell her. He didn't 
know himself what to think about it.

"What took you so long? Where are the goggles?" she asked good-
naturedly.

"Couldn't find them ..." Kevin answered hesitantly, and hoping to avoid 
further questioning, he quickly opened the car door and got in.

"Was Mom there?" she asked the moment he had the motor started and was 
heading out of the parking lot.

"Yes ..." He watched his blonde sister who looked so much like his 
mother, as she sat casually, one arm stretched along the top of the 
seat. He was torn with conflicting emotions, undecided whether to tell 
her what he had seen. His perceptive sister, however, spared him the 
agony of a decision.

"Listen, little brother, what is it that's bothering you?" She moved 
her hand down to his leg, and Kevin looked up quickly, nearly jumping 
away. "What happened in the cabin? Must have been something, you forgot 
the goggles. Come on!"

Her touching his leg had surprised him, especially since it was so near 
his half-hard penis, but he looked at her, knowing that he would have 
to tell her all. Quickly, then, he pulled the car onto the shoulder of 
the road and turned to face her.

"Remember what you told me about Ward Murdock? I mean about his not 
being the one ..."

"I remember," she answered, her expression unchanging.

"Is that still true? I mean when you invited him up here, I sort of 
suspected ..." He was sure that Sheri would be hurt to learn what he 
knew.

Sheri smiled, a questioning look behind it, and she nodded her head. 
"Well, no ... it's not still ..." She stopped seeing the look of 
consternation on her brother's face, and somehow her intuition told her 
the rest. "He was with Mom! That's right, isn't it?" his sister said 
suddenly.

Kevin nodded and his expression filled in the gaps. "You can say that 
again!" he said, unable to think of any other way to put it. He glanced 
quickly back toward the cabin. "I'm sorry ... they ... were really 
going at it!" he said, and his voice seemed to travel in the quiet 
surroundings.

"I guessed as much. It's not surprising after the way he looked at her 
last night," Sheri said, and then she turned her attention to her 
brother, thinking he must have been terribly shaken. "Don't be upset on 
my account, Kevin. I don't really care!"

She reached out, putting her arms around her young brother, and her 
closeness was both tender and arousing. He felt confused by her 
contact, and it only made him feel even more aroused than before. "It 
being him ... it didn't seem right. His ... he was ..." God, he 
thought, I wish it'd been me!

"I'll make it up to you ... I brought him here, so it's my doing ..." 
she said suddenly, and he jumped as he felt his sister's hand glide 
slowly between his thighs to touch the bulge in his pants.

"Sheri ... I ..." He was embarrassed by his excitement, yet it seemed 
to dominate his mind and body. It seemed right that his sister should 
touch him, that she knew how he really felt.

"Let's go back to the cabin," she said seductively. "There's no reason 
why they should have all the fun."

Kevin was shocked at his sister's implicating words, but the memory of 
his mother's naked body and Sheri's enticing fingers on his throbbing 
hardness were all the encouragement he needed.

The clarity of his actions after that were lost in a swirl of rising 
passion, and several minutes later it was a dazed and unsure Kevin who 
found himself inside the cabin moving across the living room. The pause 
before the open sitting room door was short, and before he realized 
what had happened he was stretched out on his sister's bed. He didn't 
resist when she removed his pants and shirt, nor when she inserted her 
fingers into the elastic top of his underpants. Moments later they were 
down around his ankles, his virile young penis standing straight up in 
the air from his naked loins.

Sheri was kneeling on the bed beside his hips, staring down at his 
throbbing, blood-filled cock, and he kicked the underpants off his 
feet, still wondering why he didn't resist but instead wanted to have 
her naked too. He'd thought a lot about his experience with Susan 
Hatton, and now with an attractive, sexy girl bending over his naked 
body, it didn't seem to matter that she was his sister.

"What ... are you going to do?" he asked in a near whisper, but he had 
a pretty good idea already.

She smiled mysteriously without answering his question. "You're so big, 
little brother! I'm going to like sucking it for you ..." she added, 
and she unhesitatingly reached out and grasped his erectly pulsating 
penis.

Her touch was like an electric shock, and seeing her wetting her 
ovalled lips with her tongue, his excitement grew tenfold now that he 
was fully aware of her intentions. He felt suspended on a bed of 
needles as he watched her hunch over his rigid shaft, her long blonde 
hair spilling lewdly around his hardened, young cock, her hand slowly 
stroking its full blue-veined length. When her fingernails dug lightly 
into the base of his fleshy penis, they left tiny electric trails as 
she traced the long thick form up the underside and beyond to the very 
tip. Joining her thumb and forefinger, then, she encircled his youthful 
hardness just below the swollen, purple head, and ran her hand down to 
the base. Her open mouth was but inches from the bulbous tip, and he 
could feel her warm breath blowing across it. God, he thought he'd cum 
and squirt it right up in her face if she pumped her hand one more 
time.

She moved her face closer and closer then to the rubbery cock-head and 
her tongue suddenly flicked out, sliding wetly across the dilated slit 
in the end several times. Then, bathing his straining penis with her 
heated saliva, she licked hungrily up and down its turgid length.

"Oooohhhhh God! Don't stop. Don't ever stop!" he crooned. In answer, 
his sister's mouth pressed down over the tip of his blood-swollen cock-
head as if kissing it, her mouth slowly widening to conform to the 
thickness of his desire-hardened flesh. Slowly then, so slowly he could 
hardly stand it, she lowered her head. It was unbearable! He jerked his 
hips up off the bed, thrusting the head of his licentiously pulsing 
penis up into her warm moist mouth. Sheri's teeth pressed softly down, 
nipping immediately at his hardness, and her tongue swirled around and 
around, leaving no portion untouched. It was so stimulating that he 
didn't notice her wriggle out of her clothes, but moments later when he 
opened his eyes her firmly rounded breasts and milk-white buttocks were 
quivering madly only inches from his feasting gaze.

The sight of his own older sister's nakedly voluptuous body and her 
mouth around the blunt, blood-filled head of his cock was almost as 
stimulating as the contact of her warm, wet lips, and he had to make an 
effort to keep from ramming the full length of his excitedly swelling 
shaft all the way down her throat. But he resisted the urge both from 
fear of choking her and possibly shooting out his cum before he even 
had the chance to fully enjoy the experience.

She crouched lower then, her full breasts swaying slightly over his 
loins, her body twisting seductively, the hardened nipples brushing 
across the sensitive flesh of his thigh. One hand moved down to cup his 
cum-swollen balls, the other gripped the thick base of his cock, while 
her tongue rolled around and around his lewdly pulsating cock-head. 
Then, without encouragement, she bobbed her face down, taking an 
unbelievable amount of the lengthy shaft up into her throat.

Kevin gasped and it seemed like the whole bed rolled with his sister's 
lunge, the sensation making him think he would cum in her mouth right 
then. When she finally raised her head again, her teeth bit down, 
leaving trails of white lines along the fleshy column where the blood 
had been forced from the surface and the young teenager thought he was 
going to explode from the excitement that titillated his entire body. 
Sheri bobbed up and down on his firm pulsating cock several times in 
rapid succession, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as she sucked with 
powerful force on his throbbing shaft, then paused to move around on 
the bed so that she was lying beside her younger brother.

She nearly choked when she moved, the change in position forcing 
Kevin's hard fleshy cock deeper and deeper up into her throat, but her 
nakedly seeping cunt was on fire with a lusting need brought on both by 
the taste of his youthful penis and a mental picture of the erotic act 
she was performing. She wanted to be touched too, and she knew if she 
was tongue-fucked like her boyfriend had done to her so many times, she 
would have an orgasm immediately. She moved her body around without 
stopping the soft sucking motions of her lips, and straddled Kevin's 
head with her knees. Her fiery pussy was then only inches from his 
mouth, and she felt he would understand, even though she had an 
indication when his blood-engorged rod of flesh jerked upward in her 
mouth. For added incentive, she bobbed her head downward, taking nearly 
the full length of it up into her hungry throat.

Having his older sister's naked pink vagina so close to his nose was 
all the arousing enticement Kevin needed. He stared wide-eyed at the 
moistened pussy flesh above his face, it's silky, hair-covered edges 
tinged with tiny drops of her vaginal secretions, and the tight cuntal 
mouth that seemed to open hungrily before him made him boil with 
unquenchable desire. Reaching up and around her firm, white thighs, he 
placed his hands just below the cheeks of her buttocks, spreading the 
soft yielding flesh wide apart as he pulled her juicily pulsating cunt 
down to his face. He lifted his head slightly and snaked his tongue out 
at the thin hair-lined little slit, driving directly toward the 
hardened little bud of her clitoris.

"MMmmmmm!" Sheri moaned around his saliva coated penis, then began to 
bob her head up and down with renewed passion. The first taste of her 
fresh young pussy was all the encouragement Kevin needed to go further, 
and he flicked her burning clitoris with his tongue again and again, 
evoking further grunts of rising sexual pleasure from deep in her 
throat. Then, running his tongue along the narrow pink valley like a 
wedge, he reached the tightly clenched little mouth of her vaginal 
passage. When he circled it several times, it drove her into a frenzy, 
and she began to wiggle her buttocks desperately in an effort to 
capture his tongue with her sensuously quivering cunt. This response so 
pleased Kevin that he continued until he thought his sister would 
scream. He wanted her to cum with him, but her sucking of his thickly 
extended young cock was driving him insane with passion, so he thrust 
his tongue into the heated passage of her cunt, stretching it out full 
length. The scent, feel and taste overwhelmed his senses, making him 
even more enchanted with his beautiful naked sister's lewdly suspended 
pussy, and he drove his tongue relentlessly up into her clasping cunt.

The quick stabbing sensations churning in Sheri's belly drove her wild 
with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward an orgasm at 
breakneck speed. Her cheeks, bloating and hollowing from the intensity 
of her efforts, slaved over her younger brother's firm, virile cock in 
an effort to make him cum with her. She had to taste his semen, to suck 
his blood-filled penis until his eager young balls went dry. And as his 
tongue unraveled its length in her burning, clasping cunt, then pulled 
back again like a lapping dog, she forced her widespread pussy down 
against his sucking mouth, thrilling with a new, more joyous pleasure 
that grew with each hard thrust of his teasing tongue.

Kevin could feel the sensitive tip of his cock slither up along the 
inner roof of his sister's warm mouth as she sucked harder and harder 
on it, and a moan began to build deep in his chest. The hand that was 
fondling and massaging his balls suddenly moved up between his thighs, 
the middle finger pressing into the crevice of his buttocks to make 
contact with his tingling anus. He didn't expect the jolting shock of 
pleasure that followed, and for a moment he was stunned by its sheer 
force. With all her incestuous manipulations gripping his aroused body, 
Kevin knew he couldn't hold back his climax for long, so he started 
sucking at her pussy like it was the last moist pink cunt on earth. In 
response her heated pussy flowered open wider, secretions of wild 
arousal running down her thighs and onto his chin. He ran his tongue 
around her excitedly clenching vaginal passage, then he dug his fingers 
into her firm buttocks, searching for the opening of her own tiny 
puckered anus. Finding the fleshy, interfolded ring, he screwed his 
middle finger into the tight little nether mouth, forcing it up inside 
her anal passage to the first knuckle. In answer his older sister 
moaned around his ramrod stiff cock, and the spasms in her trembling 
body told him she was nearing release.

With her brother's finger implanted deep up into her defenseless rectum 
and with his tongue worming salaciously inside her burning cunt, Sheri 
felt like she was going to explode. She sucked even harder on the hotly 
throbbing hardness in her mouth, and clenched her soft warm thighs on 
either side of his face, while rubbing her palpitating young cunt 
hungrily against his lips. When his tongue seared even deeper into her 
widespread vagina, she pulled savagely on his swollen penis with ever 
increasing speed and felt the first spasms of a shattering orgasm 
begin.

Her entire body seemed to explode over his face, and she began to twist 
and wrench herself wantonly, her lips locking around his rock-hard cock 
as though she were trying to suck it from his loins. Her back arched 
and the juices of her desperately contracting cunt flowed forth in 
torrents of feminine cum that spread sticky wet warmth over his face. 
Unable to contain his own climax any longer, Kevin convulsed with the 
explosion of hot semen that churned upward from his balls.

Sheri bobbed her head furiously over his jerking shaft, sucking each 
erupting jet of hot cream-like semen into her throat and belly, as her 
younger brother bucked and groaned beneath her in wild abandon. Her 
lips locked tight around his jerking penis so as not to loose one 
precious drop of his fresh spurting cum, and she gulped continually to 
keep up with the flood that steamed up and out, again and again from 
his wildly throbbing cock-head.

Kevin moaned over and over into the wetly clasping cunt above his face, 
his body warped with the sensational heat of orgasm. Each spasmodic 
burst of white hot cum sent vibrant thrills flashing through his entire 
sixteen year old body, and he rammed his finger in and out of his 
sister's anus as if answering the pleasure he was receiving. Even after 
the final splash of semen fired from his slowly deflating cock, and he 
felt totally drained, Sheri continued licking at the soft flaccid flesh 
until every drop of the sticky white fluid was gone. When she finally 
lifted her head, his half-hard penis slid from her cum covered lips 
with a small wet sucking sound. She glanced back under her breasts to 
see his tongue stab once more up into the soft blonde curls of her 
satiated young pussy. Then, as if signaling his satisfaction, she felt 
him pull his finger slowly from her still tightly clenched little anus 
and saw him fall back in exhaustion.

It was several moments before either stopped gasping for breath, 
several moments before either realized what they had done. They knew 
then that it was not enough, that it had to go further, but it was 
Sheri who first put it into words.

"Tonight," she gasped, "after ... midnight ... in the ... sitting ... 
room."

Her words, delivered as she raised up onto her elbows, brought a smile 
to her brother's lips, an affirmative nod from his head, and a newly 
acquired glint of perversion into his eyes.



Chapter 7


It was only a few minutes past midnight when young Kevin Howell walked 
quietly down the hallway, heading for the sitting room where he had 
seen his mother with his sister's boyfriend, wrapped in the throes of 
passion earlier in the day. It was his sister's idea that they should 
meet there, primarily because it was the only room not adjacent to 
either Ward Murdock's or their mother's bedroom, and therefore the 
safest. But he felt there was more to it than that, as it was the same 
place his mother had been fucked half crazy by Ward, and he was going 
there now to fuck his own older sister.

He and Sheri had left the cabin before the older couple had finished 
their own lewd fucking, and when they returned later they found Ward 
and their mother sitting in the living room, talking casually while 
sipping hot buttered rum and presenting a perfectly innocent 
appearance. Kevin found it a little difficult to act like nothing had 
happened, but he was assisted in keeping up an act by the feigned 
coolness of his sister. Fortunately, everyone in the house wanted to 
retire early, and they were all in their respective bedrooms by ten.

Kevin had spent the time waiting for the prearranged meeting reading a 
book, but he had grasped very little of what he read as his thoughts 
kept straying to his sexy sister. He was sure that Ward and his mother 
would be fast asleep by midnight, so all he had to do was stay awake 
and slip into the sitting room naked. It had all the makings of a good 
plan, and he had become progressively excited at the prospect of 
sinking his already hopelessly aroused cock into his sister's liquid 
cunt.

He moved slowly along the darkened hallway, feeling his way toward the 
door that led to the cabin's sitting room. He figured he would arrive 
there ahead of Sheri, but when he reached the open door, he heard soft 
sounds of slow, but excited breathing. So she's as anxious as I am, he 
thought, moving quietly into the room, his throbbing young penis half 
hard beneath his robe.

It was so dark inside that he thought of turning on a light, but he had 
second thoughts, remembering that it might attract attention and bring 
on a discovery they certainly didn't want.

Instead he had a better idea. It was easy for him to recall precisely 
where the sofa-bed was located, and slipping out of his robe so that he 
was fully naked, he followed the wall around to where the bed should 
be. It wasn't very far from the doorway, and feeling ahead with his 
hand extended, he found it quickly.

Even as his eyes became adjusted, he could still only make out a vague 
form stretched out under a blanket on the sofa-bed, and listening 
carefully, he heard nothing changed in the excitedly low breathing. He 
thought Sheri might even be playing with herself a little, and grinning 
to himself, he lifted the end of the blanket and slipped under it head 
first. She was turned on her left side, her back to him, and he reached 
out with his right hand, gently touching her smooth skinned thighs. She 
stirred, and he moved closer, running his tongue up the tender flesh 
toward her nakedly exposed buttocks.

"Ooohhhhh!" she moaned very low, controlling the volume of surprise in 
her throat.

"Sssssshhhhh!" He made the sound of silence with his lips still close 
to her warm flesh, a reminder that they both needed to keep quiet. He 
was crouched down beneath the blanket at the foot of the bed, and his 
proximity to her naked vagina gave him an idea of how to get things 
started. Turning her unresisting body over onto her back, he placed his 
hands between her thighs, and pushed her legs wide apart, then knelt up 
between them. It was so dark under the blanket he could see nothing 
with his eyes, but he could feel her smooth naked curves with his 
fingers as he moved them to the warm silky mound of her pussy. He 
traced the outline of her warm damp cunt, finding the soft hair-lined 
slit and spreading it gently open with his thumbs. Then bending close 
until he felt the tickle of her pubic hair against his cheeks, he 
flicked his tongue out lizard-like, directly against the hardening bud 
of her clitoris.

"Ooohhhh, Goddddd!" she hissed quietly through tightly clenched teeth, 
then, squirming her openly spread pussy up from the bed, tried to 
capture his tongue deep inside.

The smell and taste of her naked cuntal flesh made his aroused young 
cock lurch fully erect, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer before 
slithering up her sexy body and driving his impatient cock into her 
moist cunt. Nipping at her lust-hardened clitoris, he moved his hands 
to bend in her knees, pushing her legs back until they were nearly 
touching her shoulders, and leaving the entire vaginal plane open in 
naked abandon to his will. Then moving his tongue down along the 
smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of 
her vagina, he licked his tongue hotly across the elastic-tight little 
mouth. He wanted to tease her, to drive her to the point of insanity, 
but he couldn't hold back, his youth and impatience wouldn't allow it. 
All control was gone, and immediately he began to tongue-fuck her, 
driving deep up into her already greedily clasping cunt.

As the depraved young teenager swirled and flicked his tongue around in 
the velvety interior of that softly throbbing pussy, his mind's eye was 
seeing a different time. A time when his beautiful, sensual mother was 
being fucked by Ward Murdock, and somehow he couldn't help imagining 
himself in that place, doing the same thing to her passionately 
writhing body. Sheri was so much like her, he just couldn't help 
thinking those thoughts, but he recognized such thinking was insane. 
Yet the images in his mind were so intense, so incestuous, he licked 
and swirled his tongue through that searing hot pussy-flesh with 
fevered urgency. He couldn't wait much longer to crawl up between those 
widespread legs and have his blood-filled cock ramming into that 
velvety sheath.

*   *   *


It was so much like it had been earlier to the woman writhing 
erotically on the bed that she wanted to scream out obscenities, to beg 
for the male flesh that would give her release, but she couldn't run 
the risk of making too much noise. It would be horrible if the others 
in the cabin knew of her indiscretions! She was here, and although she 
hadn't had to beg the man between her wide-splayed legs to come, she 
still felt like a wanton whore. With her legs drawn up and splayed out 
obscenely wide, her naked, burning pussy was fully open to his ravaging 
tongue, and she ground it shamelessly into his face, thrilling to the 
agonizing passion it brought her. A sigh caught in her throat as he 
suddenly withdrew his tongue, but moments later it returned to trace 
along her naked curves, snaking across her quivering belly, then slowly 
up to her breasts, until finally his face was hovering over hers and 
the blunt, thick head of his rigid throbbing cock was pressing against 
her desire-enraged cunt.

"Put it in! God, hurry. Put it in!" he groaned half inaudibly in her 
ear. He had to fuck her. He had to!

Donna suddenly felt as though she had stepped on a high voltage 
electric wire. For a moment she thought she was imagining it, and she 
almost convinced herself it couldn't be true!

It couldn't be. It just couldn't be her own son! Or ... or could it? 
... Was that what she really wanted? Did she really want it to be him? 
But then, the smooth rubbery cock-head throbbed enticingly against her 
spread vagina again. It didn't matter. Her body was on fire. She had to 
have that wonderful, hard cock. She had to! It was Ward Murdock, 
absolutely, as she could never in her right mind allow such a horrible 
shameful thing like incest to occur. Closing her mind to any further 
rational thought, the young mother groaned and wrapped her hand around 
the pulsating cock at her loins, its lust-hardened mass jerking to her 
touch, and knowing what she was about to do could be horribly wrong she 
guided the blunt searching head to the thin, vertical mouth of her 
vagina. Then as if to clear her conscience, she spoke to the heavily 
panting form lying over her in quick pleading tones.

"Fuck me! Oh, darling, whoever you are, fuck me!"

"Oh, God ... MOM!" Kevin said, his heart leaping to his throat from the 
shock. It was her! It wasn't just his dream, it was her! His own 
mother! But he couldn't stop! "Mom ... I ... I want to ... I have to 
... Oh, God, I'm going to fuck you!" he cried, and in lust-aroused 
excitement jerked his hips forward with all his strength, driving his 
long, rigid penis with a heavy stroke deep into the forbidden depths of 
her cunt.

Oh, God! It was true! It was her own son she was fucking! But Donna 
couldn't stop him, didn't want to stop him, and she arched her hips up 
to receive him. "Oh, God ... God, it's a mistake. Wrong! Oh, God ... 
God!" she cried as the virile young shaft of hopelessly excited cock-
flesh tore into her, stretching the slick walls of her hungry vagina 
and plunging deep into its seething depths. She didn't understand how 
he happened to be there instead of Ward Murdock, but all that was 
unimportant for the moment. The important thing now was what was done 
and what her lust-driven mind wanted done. The head of his massive 
adolescent cock smacked hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix 
deep inside her raging belly. She loved it, loved it like nothing 
before in her life!

Ward Murdock, entering the room moments later, understood the soft 
sucking sounds immediately, but moved to the low table light to be 
sure. Something had obviously happened to cross up their plans, but he 
wasn't one to mind sharing a piece. When he turned on the lamp, he 
grinned in the dimly filtered light at the incestuous coupling on the 
sofa-bed, and stripped off his robe quickly.

The strange reverie that had overwhelmed Donna's body delayed her 
recognition of the other man in the room, her mind intent only on the 
wonderful fucking she was getting from her own son. But when Ward was 
on the bed beside them, speaking softly to her, she was confronted with 
the reality of the situation, and a wave of shame swept over her.

"I'm going to fuck your ass-hole!" Ward repeated as he knelt down 
beside her, his hardened cock fully erect in his hand.

Kevin was cognizant of Ward's presence and started to protest, but his 
mother spoke first and he could only grunt out his agreement.

"Yes. Do it. Fuck my ass-hole, darling!" Donna groaned in helpless 
passion, not totally unconcerned with their sudden discovery. It was 
her punishment for allowing this incestuous act to proceed, and she 
knew the older man's words were a perfect solution. Such a bizarre act 
would certainly be debasing, but she deserved to suffer pain and 
humiliation for what was happening to her at that very moment. She 
couldn't turn away from her son or his wonderful fucking of her 
hungrily burning cunt, and such debasement might absolve her of this 
terrible incestuous sin.

Ward rolled Donna over on top of her teenage son who remained locked 
tightly between her open thighs, then put his face close to her now 
upraised buttocks to watch Kevin's thick, hard cock bury itself deep in 
her wetly grasping cunt. Donna lay spread-eagled over him with the 
cheeks of her buttocks split wide, exposing her tiny virgin anus. Ward 
knew her anus was going to be tight, and without further comment, he 
probed into the tiny rubbery passage with his middle finger, preparing 
it for an even greater entry.

"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, the sudden thrust of his finger searing 
through her naked belly like a red-hot poker. She was frightened and 
wanted punishment, yet her body shivered with lewd and wicked 
anticipation. Her loving son had held his long, throbbing cock deep and 
unmoving as Ward started to rotate his middle finger around inside her 
defenseless anus, and she was wild now with masochistic passion.

"Fuck it!" she pleaded. Ward could feel her young son's heavily 
pulsating cock now making short impatient strokes in her hungry cunt 
through the thin wall of flesh that separated the woman's two passages, 
and realizing he could wait no longer, he slipped his finger out of the 
rubbery clinging flesh. His testicles felt like they would burst from 
the pressure of his building sperm, and he moved quickly up between her 
lewdly spread ass cheeks, the hard blunt tip of his cock pushing hard 
against her virginal anus. Kevin, holding his mother tightly in his 
arms from below, began to steadily increase his own pressure against 
her clasping cuntal passage, his rock-hard penis throbbing with 
increasing lust.

"Ooohhhhhhh!" Donna grunted, wondering how she was going to survive 
this unnatural and perverse punishment of her body. When they both 
lurched forward again, the pain was overwhelming.

"NNnnnnnnooooo!" she groaned, trying to squirm away from the terrible 
pressure, but it was hopeless, her pinned body completely open to their 
simultaneous assault. Ignoring her protests, Ward shoved his hips 
forward and suddenly felt the tiny, elastic-like anal opening give way 
to his force. Pushing harder still, his thick-headed cock suddenly 
popped noisily inside.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" Donna cried in agony, her futilely resisting ass-
hole stretched to impossible size, the pain of his entry ripping into 
her like a thunderbolt. She desperately wanted to escape the cruel 
double impalement between her wide-stretched thighs, but there was no 
way out.

Feeling the resistance give way, Ward rammed his hips forward, driving 
his mammoth penis several more inches into her fleshy, rectal passage 
and when the strong outer muscle of her anus clamped tightly around his 
throbbing shaft, it only served to excite him more. He had to have it 
all the way inside, and ramming forward again, he drove smoothly and 
brutally into her heated rectum until his loins smashed hard against 
her upturned buttocks.

"Uuuuggggghhhhh!" It felt to Donna like her loins were being stretched 
beyond the limits of probability by the two lust-hardened male cocks, 
yet somehow, the initial pain in her loins didn't affect the crazed 
desire in her sexually stimulated body. Instead, a masochistic blend of 
agony and passion was taking hold of her mind, driving her to want even 
more indignities heaped upon her.

"Damn, what a tight little ass-hole your mother has," Ward groaned to 
Kevin, his cock pulsating with urgency, the tip of his rigid hardness 
tingling with agitated lust. Drawing his hips back again, he tried to 
pick up the rhythm of the blood-engorged cock fucking into her wide-
stretched cunt from below.

At the same time, Sheri Howell froze as she moved cautiously into the 
room, stunned by the sight of her naked mother sandwiched between her 
boyfriend and her younger brother. She had accidentally fallen asleep 
only to be awakened by the groans and lewd smacking noises coming from 
the sitting room. Nonetheless, she hadn't expected to find her mother 
locked like this between the two men who had brought her such pleasure. 
She watched wide-eyed, too excited and aroused at seeing such a strange 
unexplainable transformation take place. Her mother's loins seemed to 
be impossibly stretched and filled by the two giant cocks, yet the 
elastic-like flesh seemed to open willingly, almost pleadingly, to the 
twin fucking. Her mother even appeared to be liking both of them 
fucking her at the same time! Sheri moved around the sofa-bed so that 
she could clearly see her mother's face. The contorted expression she 
saw was almost unreal: her eyes were open and there was no doubting the 
glaze of ecstasy in them, as her pink moist tongue circled hungrily 
around parted lips. Her mother was completely transformed, no longer 
the pious woman Sheri had known for so long, and suddenly she wanted to 
share in her perverted joy!

To Donna Howell, it was as if she had become a sexual receptacle for 
all the debased acts in the whole world. It was as if something had 
snapped in her long-controlled mind. Every pore that was a part of her 
aroused body was joyously receiving her son and lover. All was open and 
willing, ready for the extraordinary lust being showered upon her. She 
loved it! The more bizarre, the better! The two throbbing cocks were 
fucking relentlessly between her unbelievably stretched thighs, one 
slamming thrillingly into her rectum, while simultaneously the other 
drove slickly up into her clasping cunt. She was being buffeted like a 
helpless rag-doll between two male bodies that worked together toward 
mutual climaxes, and she loved it more than anything she had ever 
known!

"Oooooohhhhhh, Goddddd! Fuck me ... Oooooh, yessss, fuck me hard!" she 
pleaded, and the two men, her men, seemed to answer her request with 
thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep into 
her belly at the same time, then withdrawing their long throbbing cocks 
only to plunge back into her greedy cunt and rectum more quickly and 
lustfully than before.

It was wonderful, and she squeezed and sucked her vaginal and rectal 
sheaths hungrily at the driving shafts, wanting desperately to milk 
them of all the hot male cum they contained.

Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of passion, but 
through it all, she recognized her daughter standing near, and she 
wanted to bring her into the wonderful pleasures too.

"Sheri, darling ... come here. Come quick, baby!" she groaned at her 
naked daughter. It was all the encouragement the young teenager needed, 
and she was up on the bed, spreading her legs out wide, her burning 
cunt close to her mother's full sensual lips. Donna was like a wild 
animal, anxious to lap up the sexual juices that flowed hotly from her 
daughter's freshly flowering cunt, and her tongue snaked out into the 
thin, blonde-fringed vaginal slit like a hot electric probe, sliding 
smoothly up and down the quivering valley until it found the clasping 
opening of her burning vagina. Quickly then, licking around the tight, 
little hole, she drew all the excitedly seeping pussy fluids hungrily 
into her mouth, then groaning and stretching her tongue out its full 
length, she thrust it deep into the smooth steaming pussy flesh between 
her seventeen year old daughter's widespread legs.

"Oooohhhhh, yessss ... suck it like that, mother! Suck it!"

It was all there, and Donna couldn't think of anything that had ever 
made her happier. She was lost in a swirl of sexual happiness she had 
denied herself all her life. Until now she had never fully realized her 
sexual needs, but filled as she now was with her family and new-found 
lover, it was all perfectly clear. At last she had acquired the taste 
and scent of a wild rutting animal and at the same time she felt a new 
and unbelievable motherly passion of love for her children, and she 
knew she would soon feel it all culminating together in both her liquid 
smooth cunt and tightly burning rectum. It was complete fulfillment, 
and she was straining to reach its mysterious peak.

Trapped between the three nakedly aroused bodies, she seemed to churn 
with sexual energy, pulling and sucking with curious force at all the 
sexual probes within her. Her motions acted as a trigger for the 
releasing of all the grinding passion that had become electrically 
charged as one. Kevin moaned as he slammed his blood-filled cock into 
the farthest depths of his mother's hungrily rippling cunt, and the 
moment it began spewing its hot white cum, Ward increased his strokes 
into her greedily milking rectum, his mammoth cock expanding rapidly, 
then exploding in a rocket-like searing release. Both cocks, buried 
deep, now spewed fiery blasts of sperm far up into her crazily jerking 
belly.

"Aaaaaaaggggghhh!" Donna's all-enveloping climax was groaned out into 
her daughter's fleshy, quivering cunt as she trembled with the glowing 
pleasures of the heated sperm being pumped into her rectum and greedily 
contracting cunt. She heard Sheri moan too, and suddenly her mouth was 
busy sucking in the climactic juices she so hungrily wanted. The four 
nakedly connected bodies, mother, son, daughter and daughter's 
boyfriend, jerked and bounced together for indeterminate time, and when 
they finally collapsed in an exhausted, sweat-glistening heap, it was 
only the beginning of a long, lust-filled night.



Chapter 8


It was four in the afternoon, and the last day of school before summer 
vacation. It was smoggy and overcast, and Donna was hurrying. She took 
one long, last look around the classroom before turning off the lights, 
then stepped into the corridor and closed the door, but she did not 
lock it for she no longer had the key. The familiar corridor was quiet 
as she walked briskly toward her car.

Almost six months had passed since the Christmas vacation at Yosemite, 
and thanks to Ward Murdock and her son, she was a totally different 
person. Perhaps her family was different from most, but at least they 
knew and understood what was important to them. Most significant to 
Donna, however, was that for the first time in years, family love was 
more important than the mere support of it. Comfort and happiness came 
first and foremost now, and she finally realized these difficult 
commodities were not achieved by simply making money.

It usually took her fifteen minutes to drive from school to her 
Pasadena home, but tonight she cut the time to a little over ten. 
Tonight there was no daydreaming, just simple expectancy, and when she 
swung into the driveway, the narrow crotchband of her panties was damp 
with moisture. The car stopped with a jerk, and she was out and up the 
walkway almost before the engine sputtered to a stop. Her mouth opened 
and words rushed out the instant the front door was open:

"Kevin? ... Sheri? ... Ward? ... Anyone home yet," she cried 
expectantly.

"Mmmmmmmm ... in ... here," came the muffled cry from the back bedroom.

"We ... couldn't ... wait ..."

She didn't bother to answer, but headed toward that voice, leaving a 
trail of hastily removed clothing.

For better or for worse, Donna Murdock had arrived!


The End