Archive Note: Although the 'Contents' page of this pocketbook showed one additional chapter entitled 'Don't Tell Your Uncle,' plus a 'Conclusion' and Bibliography, none of those three were actually included in the pocketbook. The actual pocketbook ended with 'LOVE THAT NEPHEW!' and then several pages of advertisements for other Pub Cons pocketbooks.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
INTRODUCTION
BEDTIME WITH AUNTIE
LET YOUR AUNT SHOW YOU HOW
MY AUNT THE SWINGER
LOVE THAT NEPHEW!
DON'T TELL YOUR UNCLE
CONCLUSION
BIBLIOGRAPHY
INTRODUCTION
"Mother had gone to work, leaving me alone with Aunt Deborah. I knew we might go to a movie or something, but that would be later. I was still in my robe, and my aunt was in hers, too. She poured me some more coffee, saying it was too miserable to go out, so why didn't we settle down in the living room and watch TV? This sounded fine with me. Chicago winters are bad, anyway you look at them, so I got a blanket from my room, and we both sat on the couch and pulled the blanket over our legs. I had my eyes on the set, watching an early morning movie, when I felt her hand move under the blanket and touch my leg. I moved away, but her hand followed me. She smiled.
"Don't be afraid," she said softly. "You know, you're almost a man now, Jamie. Have you ever gone with a girl?"
"I started getting real hot and bothered. I mean, I'd turned seventeen that week, and I knew what sex was all about, but to have my aunt put her hand on my leg made me feel uncomfortable.
"The last time I'd seen her, I was only twelve, and she had remained in my mind as a lovely woman. Now, being older, and knowing what she was getting at, I didn't feel it was right. I told her, sure I'd gone with a girl, so she put her hand right on my prick and felt it.
"My, you do have a big one," she said. "Why don't you let me have a look?"
"I knew right then I should have got up off that couch and headed for my room, but her fingers had started their work, and I felt a hard-on starting. My heart was pounding like something crazy so I just stared at her, now knowing what the hell to say. Only two nights before, I had been with my girl, and she had spread her legs for me and I had climbed on-without any problems. Now it was my aunt, and I just couldn't see myself screwing her. I knew she was groovy looking, and all that, but I didn't feel I could look her in the face if I did, or my mother, or myself. Yet I stayed there, letting her hand squeeze my cock until it was so hard I thought it would burst.
"She pulled my robe open, and I felt her flesh on mine, her hands tickling my pubic hair, feeling my balls, then taking my skin and working it up and down my shaft. She didn't try to kiss me then; she just sat there, a smile on her face, while she played with me.
"Don't look so shocked," she said. "There's nothing wrong with us having a little fun together.'
"She opened my robe and let my penis stand up and jerk free. Throbbing in front of me, its red head glistened in the light. Her eyes widened, and she laughed.
"My, I haven't seen one that nice in years," she said.
"Before I could stop her, her head went down, and I felt her lips close around my cock. I was really trembling by this time. She put her hands on my stomach, and started caressing me. My robe was open all the way, and I didn't have any pajamas on. I was naked in front of her.
"Her robe fell open, and I saw her two breasts hanging down. I expected them to be big and floppy, like my mother's, but they were firm and smooth. Her body didn't look that much different from my girl's, except her hips seemed wider, and she had a big snatch, with lots of hair around it. She didn't try to make me do anything. She just lay there, sucking on me, so I figured if that's what she wants, let her have it, every inch of it. She sure was enjoying it, and I could tell she knew what she was doing.
"My girl tried to suck me off once, but she gagged, and the whole thing was a miserable failure. Aunt Deborah was great. She took my cock all the way up to the hilt, and I felt the end of it hitting the back of her throat. Then her tongue went wild, rolling around the head, finding the slit, working it until I felt my ass was ready to explode.
"I scooted down a little on the couch so I could move my hips, and I started pushing it in and out of her mouth. She made little grunts of approval, and I could tell she was loving it. I put my hands on her shoulders and played with her neck and her hair, and this seemed to excite her even more. She made little sounds, and her body started twisting, like she was rubbing her thighs together to give her cunt some sensation. I noticed that her mound was beginning to glisten, like there was something oozing out of it, and I could smell that musky odor.
"I really got with it, then. I forgot all my reticence and inhibition. All I knew was the exquisite feeling of her mouth around my organ, contracting, sliding up and down, her tongue playing with my foreskin, her teeth pulling it down and up, then pushing it down all the way, letting the head get the full benefit of the friction from her lips and mouth. Wow! I had never experienced anything like it before, even when screwing my girl.
"I had read about older women being the best lays, and Aunt Deborah certainly convinced me that day. She knew how to make a guy feel good in spades.
"I reached down under her shoulders and felt her tits. They were soft, but the nipples were as hard as rock candy, and I squeezed them. She quivered and I knew she liked that, so I went on playing with her boobs, putting my fingers all around them, grabbing them like a baseball, touching them, caressing the nipples gently, then tweaking them, before moving my hands below her breasts and stroking the smooth area just underneath. This seemed to make her go at my cock even stronger than before.
"She moved her hands down around my balls, and began playing with them, running her fingernails through my pubic hair and sending more chills down my spine. Her one finger started probing between my buttocks, and soon I felt it reach my anus and gently push its way inside. That's when I thought I was going through the roof. I'd never had anything up my ass before, though I'd heard other guys talk about how good it felt. Her finger went inside, and I felt it moving around, touching and massaging me, while her mouth sucked me quicker and quicker.
"I could feel a pressure building up, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I popped my nuts. It felt so good I wanted it to last, but it was too late for that. Her finger and her mouth did the trick, and I felt that slow surge from deep inside building up. My cock seemed to swell in her mouth, get even harder. Then I felt something start coming from way down deep, up through the length of my cock, and then shoot ... shoot ... on and on, into her mouth.
"I heard her gag for a second, and then gulp.
She took it all, mouthful after mouthful, as I ejaculated, while my whole body shook with ecstasy.
"She lay there, still with my prick in her mouth, after I'd finished coming, and I could feel her tongue pressing along the tube underneath, drawing every last drop of my seed into her, sucking me dry. I put my hands on her head, and stroked her hair. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever known, and she looked so lovely I wanted to kiss her right then, but I let her stay where she was. It felt too good, her holding my cock in her lips, even as it started going soft again. I stroked her hair for a long time before she finally raised up and gazed into my eyes.
"What do you think of your old aunt now?" she said, her voice light and joking, but I could tell she really wanted to know. I bent forward and kissed her quickly on the lips.
"I think you're beautiful," I told her, and I meant it.
"You're the beautiful one," she replied. "We're going to have to do this again, before I take off.' I knew then the rest of her stay was going to be an exciting time for me."
The changing climate of today's morals seems, at times, to defy analysis. The more that researchers, like Masters and Johnson, delve into the whys and wherefores of human sexual behavior, the more we find that what was shameful yesterday has become today's accepted norm. It is doubtful, however, that certain perversions will ever become acceptable outside the small groups that indulge in them, but the multitude of sexual patterns seems to be increasing in public acceptance and understanding. At least today's swinging society does not raise its eyebrows in horror at the news of some new sex diversion. Wife swapping, weekend sex parties, and apartment complexes for single swingers now seem part of the general social scene, yet twenty years ago such things were only jokingly referred to at stag parties.
Human relationships have progressed to a freer and less restricted acceptance, but it took a long time, and the dedicated research of a number of brilliant men in their field.
It was something of a shock, then, when the Kinsey report pushed some doors open wide on a number of practices which Freud had only touched upon years before, but which had been relegated to the area of scientific or psychological treatises. The world suddenly became aware that what it did in private was not so private any longer, and that our sex desires were not as individualistic as we thought. Kinsey uncovered a high incidence of pre-marital and extra-marital sex relations, and the public suddenly became sex conscious in an open fashion. Thousands of articles, and hundreds of books, flooded the market, bought up by an eager population anxious to find out what made people tick. Even today, we still do not know the answers, but we are approaching a more understanding attitude toward the oldest of man's urges.
Some bluenoses may point their fingers and say that America is becoming more immoral as a result. The only increase statistically proven is in the number of men and women in the country, and it is quite conceivable that what was considered immoral a hundred years ago has become accepted socially and psychologically as a purely private affair.
And when it comes to a person's sex life, this should only concern those involved. For one example, the laws relating to sexual activities between two consenting adults have been changed by Federal recommendation, even though only two states have thus far adopted this edict relative to homosexuality.
Who is to say whether other forms of sexual union will also receive the blessings of the Supreme Court? There still exist statutes (outdated, admittedly, and seldom enforced) that label fellatio and cunnilingus as crimes punishable by severe penalties. Yet most men and women are aware that the practice of oral intercourse is a normal part of any happy and successful marriage, as well as a sought-after addition to any sex scene between consenting adults.
The relative key to the moral value of any sex act lies in its effect upon those involved, and the effect upon others related or attached to the individuals. Few men will condone their wives being promiscuous, yet there are many couples who find wife-swapping a stimulant to their own personal relationships.
Playboy Magazine, in its lengthy series of articles on the subject of sex, published many letters from its readers stating that extra-marital sex has improved the quality of their own personal lives with their husbands or wives. Also, many women write in to Playboy, freely admitting that oral intercourse, anal intercourse, and many other variations of the basic penis-vagina activity, has proved enjoyable and has become more than a regular part of their sex lives.
But who gets hurt in a promiscuous relationship? Obviously, a man and woman who take marriage vows do so with the sincerest of intentions of remaining faithful. Yet man is not by nature monogamous, and with the comparatively recent liberation of women it is becoming clear that women do not intend to confine their sex activities to their husbands.
Human nature will cause the normal reaction of excitement, when an appealing sexual object crosses one's path. A man will turn and stare at a girl whose figure is obviously enticing. Women display the same preoccupation, though to a slightly less obvious degree. Society has accepted the syndrome of man's interest in woman, but only recently has the fact been publicized that a woman can feel the same way about a handsome man, whose appearance and manner may cause a sexual response.
The usual attraction is between members of the opposite sex, from unrelated families. But many psychologists have stated that those who live or work in a close situation will find themselves becoming attracted sexually.
The incidence of incest, particularly among low income families sharing cramped living quarters, bears witness to this statement. Among rural families, it is quite common to find incest being practiced without any guilt or remorse on the part of the parents. Many children will experience their first taste of sex with a parent or close relative.
It has been noted that just because two people related does not mean that their desire for each other is automatically turned off. Cousins used to marry quite frequently in many European countries, until the genetic danger of this practice was realized. But the urge still exists, and with today's looseness and moral laxity, compared with last century's, it is not uncommon to find first and second generation relatives indulging in sex; i.e., cousins, aunts, uncles, and so on.
In the main subject matter of this book we deal with aunts, and for a woman to have any type of satisfaction from a man he must be at least past the age of puberty. This means that if a nephew is in his teens, from fifteen to twenty, his aunt will have to be at least in her mid-thirties or early forties, an age when her own marriage may have begun to disintegrate.
Forty has always been regarded as a dangerous age for a woman, yet it is known that a woman's sex drive is just as strong then as it is at twenty. Coupled with this is the fear, founded or unfounded, that she is not as appealing to a man. So, presuming that a woman has been married for twenty years, borne her husband several children, who have now grown and perhaps left home, she finds herself at that nebulous gateway to middle age. She instinctively feels that her husband is more attracted to younger girls. Most women forget that it is experience which counts in satisfying a man sexually. Young girls may be more physically appealing, but their lack of knowledge of "the tricks of the trade" can often send a man running back to his wife's arms, knowing that she is at least more capable of elevating him to a peak of titillation, even though she may be broader in the hips, and her body slightly less than firm.
One method that women employ, to make sure that their husbands achieve the peak of ecstasy, is fellatio, or oral intercourse. This has nothing to do with the physical responses of the vagina, which, by age forty, is not generally as tight or as supple as it is at puberty. Child bearing can have disastrous effects upon a woman's vaginal size. How many men have not complained to their drinking buddies about their wives being as "loose as a goose"?
Accordingly, if a woman has mastered the art of fellatio she can be sure of satisfying her husband, no matter what age she may be. However, there are women who prefer this type of sex activity because of inhibitions and neuroses that can be traced back to childhood. The very first stage that all human beings go through is termed the oral stage, because the limited horizons of sensation shortly after birth encompass mostly objects and gratifications that are oral: suckling at the mother's breast, sucking the thumb or toe, etc.
The mouth becomes the baby's primary source of sensation, and, in later years the mouth again can repeat its role for the individual as a source of satisfaction.
The urge to seek gratification by oral means is seen in adult escape mechanisms such as alcoholism, in the enjoyment of food, drinking, smoking, and chewing gum, all of which can be classified as tension reducers. When a person feels edgy, or a little depressed, he may go out and eat a good meal, or merely a large ice cream, or have a drink. Afterward, he feels better, not because of the intake of food or drink, but because of the pleasure he has had from the oral activity. Cigarette smoking, too, can be traced to a constant desire for oral activity, as well as the habit-forming effects of the tobacco.
Very often orally prone persons are inclined to be of a dependent disposition, making demands constantly on those around them, and needing others to give their lives the meaning and purpose that is lacking when they are alone. Many neurotic people use this behavior as a life-saving mechanism, but frequently do not make lasting friendships, or relationships of any type. A normally adjusted person, who is orally prone, may merely be expressing an innate sexual preference. The degree of a person's dependency upon oral manifestations can be directly related to his stability, both emotional and moral.
With a woman who has reached the age of thirty-five or forty and feels anxiety over her waning appeal to the male, oral gratification in sex can denote not only an intensified desire to please her bed-partner, but a new and even more stimulating way of reaching her own climax. Women do not always have to have vaginal penetration to achieve their orgasm. Rubbing the thighs together while fellating a man can often achieve the same result, and with even greater satisfaction, because the woman knows she is giving the man the ultimate in pleasure. It also eliminates the chance of the man not finding sufficient friction and pressure in the vagina to bring him to his peak. Using the mouth always insures full use of pressure at the right places on the penis, thereby providing the man with his greatest ecstasy. The woman's role is still basic; she wishes to please him, and in so doing achieves her own ultimate satisfaction.
There is also, of course, the woman who has grown tired of her own husband or lover, and seeks someone younger, with greater ability to share her sexuality. It is not at all uncommon to find a woman in her middle age going with a younger man. Many well known celebrities have made headlines with this very practice. One rather famous English actor, who divorced his wife of seventeen years to marry another rather beautiful actress, was possibly just as surprised as the rest of the world when his former wife married a young rock and roll musician within months of the divorce. There are many who look upon such unions as incongruous, accusing the woman of trying to regain her youth through the young man she shares her bed with. But reality cannot be denied. A young man can perform better in bed than an old man. Added to which, as in the case of rock and roll singers, there is an undeniable sexuality oozing from the youth of today, calculated to "turn on" the screaming young fans eager for sexual excitement. But why should the fans be limited to young-girls? Women of thirty and forty are eager for the same delights, and can often attract younger men through their promises of a better time in bed, based on experience, particularly in the oral areas.
Applying this premise to everyday individuals, one can carry the theory into blood relations ; aunts being attracted to their younger and more virile nephews. Once the initial barrier of propriety is overcome, as in the example we have just cited in this introduction, normal body reactions take over, and the couple can "make the scene" as any two lovers do, without repression or inhibition.
The only danger, as with all borderline sexual encounters, lies in the two parties involved being circumspect enough not to let their liaison become more than private knowledge. Whatever an individual does within the sanctity of the bedroom is his own business; once it is known, there can be traumatic results, both for the parties involved, and those near and dear to them.
It is not the intention of the author to cast moral judgment upon any of the sexual practices related in this book. But the reader can, in many cases, project his own situation to any one of the case histories dramatized in the following pages, and, hopefully, realize the wisest choice to be taken should he be confronted with a similar episode in his life.
It is a fact of life that the majority of human beings mate, marry, and settle down to raise a family. Apart from being the social norm, this is man's basic destiny as a rational, intellectual, animal.
But it is also a fact of life that man's sex urges lead him into a variety of variations on this theme, each one singular in its ramifications, depending on the individual. In the ultimate analysis, it is man himself who must make the decision regarding the propriety of his actions.
BEDTIME WITH AUNTIE
"I really don't know how it happened. Maybe if she hadn't grabbed my crotch right away I might have got up and left her. But I was a little high, just like she was, and I figured what the hell, if she wants to go to bed I'm not going to refuse.
"I'd always liked Aunt Doris. She was a real swinger, wore miniskirts, and looked real groovy. It's always been hard for me to think of her and my mother as sisters. Mother's always been kinda square, but Aunt Doris is great.
"She was great that night, too. That was the first time. I'd been working at the motel with her for about three weeks before Uncle Carl was taken to the hospital, and I'd really gotten to like Doris. I didn't look upon her as my aunt. She was more like an older girl friend. In fact, she reminded me a little of a girl I had gone with in school. Maybe that was one of the reasons she turned me on. When I arrived at the motel to work for the summer, I hadn't seen her in two years, and I'd done a lot of growing up in that time. When I first saw her, I thought maybe it would be fun to ball her. She's got a hell of a figure, and she knows how to use it.
"We worked side by side, and we became very close, but, with Uncle Carl there, naturally she couldn't do anything. But, with him in the hospital, I guess she knew she was safe.
"That night, after dinner, we had a few drinks and lay around the living room, watching TV. She said she was getting hot, and went to take a shower. When she came back, she had on this flimsy robe, and she stretched out on the couch and asked me to fix us another drink. I did, and when I took her drink over she took my hand and pulled me down on the couch next to her.
"Come on, Johnny, sit here next to your old aunt," she said. "I'm lonesome this evening.'
"I remember I laughed and told her not so much of the 'old' aunt; in fact, I told her that she looked like my girl back home. She liked that, I know, because she said she'd give me a kiss for saying such a nice thing to her. She bent forward and kissed me, and at the same time she grabbed my crotch. I jumped back, and she could tell from my face that I was more than surprised.
"Come on, Johnny," she told me. "Don't tell me a girl's never grabbed your cock before.'
"I told her that had happened many times, but that I didn't think she should.
"Just because I'm your aunt, doesn't mean you don't want to screw me, does it?" she asked.
"I had recovered enough to laugh and say that I thought she was probably a great lay, but I still didn't think it was proper.
"Hell, come off it," she replied, taking a sip from her glass. "I know you've wanted to go to bed with me ever since you arrived. I can tell from the way a man looks at me. And you're no chicken, Johnny. You're nearly nineteen, and a mighty handsome young man at that. I've wanted to be with you every damn night, but I've had your uncle here.'
"That was the first clue I had had that she wasn't very happy with my Uncle Carl. , "So now he's away, why don't you and me enjoy ourselves?"
"That was when she started really playing with me, and I felt myself getting a hard-on. She giggled, and told me it felt like I was bigger than her husband. "Younger, more handsome, and with a bigger prick," she said. "Come on, I want to see it.'
"She leaned forward and her robe fell open. I could see her tits. Real nice, not fat or flabby, but like those I'd seen in Playboy. Wow, I really got turned on then, I leaned back and let her unzip me and take out my cock, which was almost completely hard by this time.
"Oh, this is really something," she said, holding it tightly, and squeezing it. "I could chew on this all summer.' She pulled the foreskin back and exposed the head, which was throbbing like crazy. I knew what she was going to do, but I stopped her.
"I-I'd better go take a shower," I said, knowing how I perspired during a day's work around the motel. She laughed, and sat back up. "You're a strange one," she said. "Okay, you can take a shower, but you gotta let me in with you. I'll wash your back, and anything else that's handy.'
"We took our drinks to the bathroom, and I undressed and got into the shower. She slipped off her robe, and I gasped at her body. It was like a young girl's. Not an ounce of fat on her anywhere, slender waist, nice firm hips, and those boobs! Jeez, I'd had a hard-on all along, but when I saw her naked, I thought I'd shoot off right then. "You like?" she asked, posing for a second. I nodded, and she came into my arms, and we kissed.
"It was the wildest feeling, holding her against me, feeling her tits, with the nipples hard against my chest and with my cock pushing between her legs while her tongue pushed into my mouth and caressed my own, licking around and sending my blood pounding through my veins like I'd never thought possible.
"I had been to bed with girls before, but it had never been like this. Doris was the first woman I had ever slept with. I had often thought about how it would be with an older person, and here I was standing in the bathroom, holding my aunt in my arms, and it was like a whole new thing to me. I wanted to fuck her right then, and she must have sensed this because she pushed me back and laughed. "Okay, the shower was your idea," she said. "Get with it. I'll wash your back.'
"I turned on the water, and we both stood under it, feeling the warm needles against our skin. I felt her fingers trace patterns across my back, smoothing the soap, all over, even down around my ass. Her fingers knew what they were doing. She stood behind me, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the moment. It was really something standing there, my cock jutting out, throbbing like mad, because I knew what was going to happen soon; and she was loving every bit of it. She told me then that she thought I had the best looking body she'd ever seen. Then her hands came around my front and started on my prick. "Your cock's the prettiest one, too," she told me.
"I'd never thought of a cock as being pretty, but I guess when I think of some of the others I'd seen in the gym at school, mine wasn't bad. At least it didn't have any big blue veins on it. It was smooth, and long and thick, and I guess she liked it. I know I liked what she was doing to it.
"She pulled the skin of my cock back, washed the head, then put her fingers all around my balls and even into my ass-hole, soaping me and giving me chills all over, even though the water from the shower was warm. She held onto my cock, and felt it throbbing. She told me she didn't want me to come then, so she said for me to rinse off, and then we'd go to the bed. I needed no second invitation.
"I dried myself quicker than ever before, and joined her on her big king-size bed. She was stretched out, legs open, looking as beautiful as any woman I'd ever seen. I got up on all fours, with my cock hanging down, and was about to lower myself on her when she scooted over and laughed.
"You're not going to ram that thing home just yet," she said, 'I want this to last.' So we lay side by side and made love, our arms around each other, our bodies touching, our mouths joined.
"I never knew anyone could kiss like that. She sucked my lips, and then slid her tongue into my mouth, licking my teeth and my tongue. I just lay there, loving it, feeling I'd gone to heaven. Then she started moving down, kissing my neck and my chest, nibbling on my nipples and across my stomach. Finally, I felt her mouth close around the head of my cock. I arched my back to drive it in, but she pushed ire back. "Let me do the work," she murmured.
"I relaxed, and she started tonguing the head, working around it, finding the cockslit and pushing in, nibbling a little with her teeth, and increasing infinitely the delights that flooded my loins.
"Her fingers were playing with my balls, rolling them around, her nails tracing patterns of ecstasy through my pubic hair. Then, I felt a finger go to my ass-hole, push gently into my anus, and start massaging around. At the same time, her mouth slid up and down the length of my shaft, sucking and tonguing it from the bottom to the top, then pushing down all the way so that I could feel it hit the back of her throat.
"I must have pulled back, because she looked up at me and asked me if I was going to come. I told her yes, so she quickly stopped and lowered her body onto mine, letting my cock slide between her legs and into her cunt, enclosing it in that hot heaven of wonder like I had never felt before.
"It was too much for me. I grabbed her tightly around the waist and pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out, deep into her vagina. At that moment, I felt the slow rush of my seed from deep within me, and I shuddered. My whole body trembled as I ejaculated load after load into her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm coming!' she cried, in a voice that sounded like it was ten miles away. We thrashed together on the bed until our passions were spent, then we lay still, the sweat dripping down between our bodies. Finally she looked at me and grinned. "Good, huh?" she asked, and I nodded. I knew then that I was hoping Uncle Carl would have a long stay in the hospital. Doris was someone I planned to fuck as often as I could, and I knew she wouldn't refuse. She told me later that she was never so satisfied with any man as she was with me."
John Easdale was the favorite nephew of Doris and Carl Blankenship, who ran a resort motel outside Albany, New York; a rustic retreat surrounded by trees and lakes, that attracted many of the Blankenship relatives. Despite their growing reluctance to offer free vacations to their seemingly limitless relations, the Blankenships had a deep affection for John, who was Doris' sister's boy. He had proved to be a congenial child and after his graduation from high school they offered him room and board for the summer in return for helping out around the motel.
John arrived, and within a week had caught on to running the place, proving a valuable addition to the staff. Doris was especially thankful because her husband came down with an old back injury and was rushed to the hospital for surgery, leaving her to run the motel. John was more than equal to the occasion, and with his aunt helped keep things running smoothly for the four weeks that Carl was away.
During this time, Doris became even closer to her nephew, and began to realize that he was no longer a boy but a young man, and a highly appealing specimen. For the past few years her relations with her husband had deteriorated badly. Never a great lover, Carl had become so engrossed in building up the resort business that at night he was too tired and, in reality, too disinterested to prove himself in bed with his wife.
With the advent of John, Doris began turning her thoughts to having an affair with him. She would stand and watch his muscular body, tanned by the summer sun, and her eyes would appraise the tantalizing bulge in his pants. She would find herself comparing his potential with that of her husband's, remembering that Carl was not overly endowed sexually, and that the initial rush of puppy love had never been exactly what she thought sex should be between husband and wife. Unable to have children, she did not even have the compensation of a family to alleviate the hunger within her. Normally a sexually aggressive woman, she found that her advances to her husband eventually led to frustration, as he would refuse her, claiming he was too tired after the hard day's work around the motel.
She had always been orally inclined. She would tell Carl that if he didn't want to put forth the effort of intercourse, he could simply relax and let her enjoy herself with his penis. But, though this occurred several times, it was more than obvious to Doris that Carl was doing it only to placate her. There was no mutual response, no sharing of ecstasy that normally should accompany any sexual union.
Finally, Doris suggested that they consult their family doctor, a proposal which Carl flatly refused. He felt that there would be plenty of time for them to catch up on their sex life once the business was established and they could both take it easy.
But Doris was a persistent woman, and on her own went to the family doctor to discuss the matter. A very understanding man, he advised her to try and get Carl to cut down on his work and take at least one day off, at which time they could both go off somewhere together, have a nice day's outing, and top it off with a night in bed together.
This was put to Carl, but despite his good intentions it was not practical. The motel demanded his full-time attention, and Doris found herself no better off than before. She decided to try a little extramarital activity and indulged in a brief fling with the local saloon-keeper, but both of them realized that it wasn't working, and Doris broke it off before it reached any significant proportions.
By the time her nephew came to spend the summer, Doris had not had any form of sex, other than masturbation, for over six months. John's youthful virility and sex appeal tipped the scale, and day in and day out Doris found herself looking longingly at him, beginning to imagine them both in bed together.
The hidden tensions boiled up one night when she and John had been drinking after a particularly hard day, and she seduced him, first fellating him and then indulging in sexual intercourse. For the first time in years, Doris found complete satisfaction. Orally inclined by preference, she enjoyed her nephew's penis, which was larger than her husband's, and also more appealing in shape and appearance. He had no compunctions about satisfying her, and for the balance of Carl's sojourn in the hospital she and John slept together, enjoying every possible variation of sexual activity, with a strong emphasis on the oral. Doris was more than willing to play the role of teacher, and John proved to be a more than willing pupil.
His prior experience was limited to a handful of teenage girls, pitifully lacking in the finer elements of satisfying a man. John found his aunt knew more tricks than he had ever imagined, and his summer vacation turned into an endless orgy with her. They would even take an hour off in the afternoon and climb into the sack, to give vent to their passions.
Although at first shocked by his aunt's advances, John found the physical satisfactions undeniable, and after the initial episode his qualms of conscience were overwhelmed by his normal instincts. He was very mature for his age, having first experienced sex with a girl at the age of twelve, after which he indulged as often as he could. This was not as frequent as he would have wished, but he masturbated daily, always with the image of a girl in his mind, bringing a mental satisfaction to his actions.
When Carl returned from the hospital, Doris was fully aware that her affair with John would have to be terminated, or at least discreetly handled. She wanted her husband's security, but she had, in four weeks, learned the meaning of fulfillment again. In fact, more than ever before, with Carl or any man.
Her womanly instincts could not deny the young man's services. She made it clear to him that they would have to be careful, but when the opportunity arose they could have an occasional few hours together. By this time, John himself had become more than accustomed to his aunt's convenient sexual outlet, and he too did not want to see it end. But more important, he did not want his uncle to find out. He told Doris that if they played it cool he could stay the summer, and they would have their moments together.
For the first week out of the hospital, Carl was still rather weak, and spent a lot of time in bed, which gave Doris ample opportunity to be alone with John. But as the weeks went by Carl returned to his normal routine, and it became increasingly difficult for Doris and John to see each other. Their sex activity dwindled and their frustrations grew, until one afternoon they sneaked away into the woods and spent a delirious two hours in a particularly dense part of the forest.
However, unknown to them, one of the motel staff happened to observe them, and being an old friend of Carl's he related what he had seen. When Carl confronted Doris, she denied it. but the look on John's face was sufficient evidence for Carl.
He flew into a rage, which prompted Doris to lose her temper and admit the affair, telling him that John had more to offer than any man she'd ever known, and had brought her happiness she had never thought possible.
Carl ordered John to pack his things, and after the youth had left Carl calmed down enough to insist that Doris see a psychiatrist. He said he had known that their marriage was in serious trouble, but he had not realized how serious until this affair was brought to light. He accused her of being perverted and sexually out of control. Knowing what she stood to lose if Carl were to divorce her, Doris agreed to his suggestion and saw a psychiatrist. She knew that her summer idyll with John was only a passing phase, but was sensible enough to know that it was not impossible for her and Carl to continue their relationship, provided several things between them could be adjusted. She went to a psychiatrist on the condition that, if the professional man deemed it advisable, Carl would also attend.
After hearing the initial situation the psychiatrist asked to talk to John as well. John spent a day with him, at which time the young man's side of the story was heard. With this information the psychiatrist was then able to listen to Doris' account, which was given him in great detail, starting with her attitudes towards sex from her earliest remembrance up to her present condition.
Doris proved to be a willing patient, once she overcame her initial shyness. The professional man was more than understanding, and Doris found herself without reserve as she related the experiences that led to her seduction of her nephew.
"I was really not planning anything with John until I saw him. After all, he was my sister's child and I had known him since he was a baby. But I had no idea he would grow up into such a handsome young man. I mean, he really turned me on, and I think even if Carl and I had been having regular relations, I would still have felt an attraction. Hell, he was tall, and good-looking, and the way he filled his pants made me fell all weak inside. I could picture what he had, and how he looked with a hard-on. I was really excited over the prospect. I hadn't been with a man in so long, and I never really had found a man who could satisfy me. John had everything I felt would fill my needs, so I decided to bide my time, hoping for an opportunity.
"When Carl was taken to the hospital, I realized that the time would never be more opportune; I might never have this chance again. Then came that night when John and I got a little high. We had both worked our tails off, and a drink was just what we needed to relax us. II sure relaxed him. As for me, it sparked the urge to seduce him that night.
"I was hot and sticky, so I took a bath and put on that real flimsy nightgown of mine, and when I walked into the living room I saw John's eyes almost drop out. That was all I needed. I reached out and grabbed him. My heart just about stopped beating when my fingers closed around his penis. It was just what I had imagined it would be ... thick and long. I couldn't wait to take it out of his pants. That was when my mouth started watering. It was the prettiest piece of meat I'd ever seen, smooth and clean looking. As it grew to a full hard, I knew that here was a cock that could satisfy me.
"John made me laugh when he stopped me from doing anything until he'd taken a shower. I joined him, and washed his back for him and played with his cock. That was the most wonderful feeling ever. I let my hands stray over that beautiful body of his, feeling every ripple, every muscle, and every fold of skin around his shaft. His balls were particularly wonderful, big, round, and firm, not hanging down like Carl's. I knew I had a handful with him, all right.
"I was on fire! I could tell my vagina was oozing with anticipation. My juices were flowing, readying my passage for that lovely cock to penetrate and give me the pleasure I'd been without for so long. It was all I could do not to let him stick it in right there in the bathroom. Instead, I went into the bedroom and lay down and waited. It was the longest wait of my life, although it couldn't have been more than a few minutes.
"Finally, he came to me, walking out of the bathroom, his cock jutting out. I knew he planned to lower himself onto me, but I wanted to make it last so we lay down side by side. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed. It was like I'd reached heaven. My tongue went wild in his mouth, licking and sucking, while I felt that big prick pressing between my legs.
"It was at that exact moment that all my pent-up frustrations broke loose and I took over. I pushed him back and started kissing his neck, licking around his ears, which drove him frantic. I could feel him start to tremble. I slid my mouth down to his chest, that broad, smooth, chest with the muscles sticking out, giving him such a virile appearance.
"My lips found his nipples and went to town. Then I slid down to his flat, firm, stomach and, finally, I found the ultimate ... that broad red head sticking out from those folds of enticing skin. I took it in my mouth and slowly pushed the skin down, exposing the throbbing red pinnacle of delight. I let my tongue caress it, running around the edge, and underneath, to that sensitive spot, then to the end, finding that slit which was oozing fluid that I could taste ... the sweet salty forerunner of his climax, which I knew would be coming any second, if I didn't let up. I slid down his shaft, taking his balls in my mouth and rolling them around. My fingers were caressing him all around his crotch, between those tight buttocks, to his ass-hole. I gently pushed in with my middle finger, and I could feel him quiver from the added sensation I knew this produced. He started squirming, and I knew he was floating in a complete sea of ecstasy. I rubbed my own legs together, giving myself an added thrill. I could feel the juices oozing out of my labia and running down my skin. I could feel the undeniable urge to have his cock push itself into me, deep into my cunt, and fuck me like I'd never been fucked before.
"It's funny, at moments like that your whole life flashes before your eyes. I remembered the first time I'd ever had intercourse ... the first time I'd ever sucked a dick ... and how I'd thought afterwards. If that's all there is to sex, why all the shouting? It had never been truly satisfying. Even when I married Carl, he was far from fulfilling. Carl has a rather small cock, and he seems afraid to use it. He doesn't mind my sucking him, but he doesn't give his all, like Johnny did, that first time.
"Johnny started moaning, and his hips were beginning to move. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he came. I lifted up, and he grabbed me and mounted me. I was ready by then. I spread my legs, letting his member penetrate me as far as it could. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling an infinite joy as his rod dug deep inside me, his balls slapping against my ass every time he drove home. His entire body was shuddering and trembling, and I knew he was about to pop his nuts. I told him to go ahead, fuck me, fuck me. Then I felt my own orgasm begin, and my tits seemed ready to explode as my hard little nipples rubbed against his chest. With a gigantic rush, we both came at the same time. I knew he was pumping his come deep into me, once, twice, three times. I forgot how many times he came because I was shaking and crying out with sheer delight I had finally found a man who could satisfy me, deeply, wonderfully, with a cock that was everything I'd always dreamed a cock should be, and a body to match. Johnny was my dream boy, but what we did was no dream. It was reality, and I knew that summer was certainly one that I would remember for a long time.
"He lay on top of me for a while after we came, and then slowly rolled off, his limp penis pulling out of me, flopping against his leg. I kissed him gently and we stared at each other, knowing that we had both experienced the ultimate. For me, it was something I had looked for for years. For him, it was the first time with a woman who knew what she was doing. His eyes were shining, and he smiled at me with such a look of affection and love that I almost cried.
"I asked him if he thought it was good, and he really didn't need to answer me. His look told me all I needed to know. We lay together, his hands caressing my tits. He told me they were the loveliest tits he had ever seen, or felt. He started kissing them, running his tongue around the ends, nibbling on the nipples, getting me all hot. I noticed that he was starting to get hard again, so I switched around into a sixty-nine position and began sucking his cock. He was staring at my crotch and something told me that he had never gone down on a woman before, and he was thinking about it. He obviously didn't think very long, because his mouth came forward on my thigh, and the next thing I felt was his tongue, running up my skin and through my hair. Then his hands grabbed my labia and pulled them open. His mouth went forward and I felt his tongue find my clitoris and start sucking it. He really went wild then, and I did, too. His cock seemed to stiffen even more in my mouth, then grow thicker and pulsate. My lips rubbed up and down, sliding down its beautiful length, feeling its smoothness all the way down until the head pushed against the back of my throat. We thrashed together, sucking and feeling each other, until I felt myself reaching another orgasm. Our bodies trembled and I heard him making little animal sounds in his throat as his cock expanded, spurting great gobs of his seed into me. I swallowed, but not before I had tasted the sweet saltiness on my tongue. I quivered with added delight as my own loins responded to his final ejaculation.
"Looking back on that first night with John, I can honestly say it was the best sex I'd ever had. Even better than what we had after that, because that was the start of the daily pleasures we shared. With Carl in the hospital for the next few weeks, I knew that John and I would make music at every opportunity.
"We did not neglect the motel. We worked just as hard as before. In fact, I think John worked harder then, out of appreciation for my efforts to satisfy him in bed. He thought I was doing it for him, but in reality I was doing it for me, to try and make up for all the years of frustration, and lack of fulfillment.
"Carl called me a sexual pervert when he found out about John and me, but do you think he would have said that if it had been anyone but my nephew? Does a person's relationship make that much difference? We're still men and women, and experience the same attraction. So what difference does it make? All I know is the fact that after that first night with John, I knew that it couldn't last, and I planned to make the most of it. I knew that after Carl returned, it would be difficult, and I didn't want to let this one chance for happiness slip out of my grasp.
"Maybe this sounds ridiculous, but I didn't think of John being half my age. After all, many women of fifty marry younger men, so what could the age difference mean? Or the relationship for that matter? He was a man, and I a woman. We were finding incredible enjoyment together. We both knew it was a passing thing, so we wanted to make the most of it. After that first night, we took every possible moment we could together to explore every sensation our bodies could produce.
"In fact, the following night we went a step further. We started off in the bathtub. John had been working very hard on a new unit for the motel and he was covered with grime and sweat. He took off his clothes and climbed into the tub. I followed him, squatting down between his legs, and soaping him all over. It wasn't really the way you wash yourself, but it was more a sensual trip. I started with his thighs, rubbing my fingers over his skin, up to his crotch. His penis, floating on the water, slowly rose and attained full erection. It was a glorious sight, seeing that member stiffen, seeing the skin pull back slowly as the red head peeked through, while his balls swayed back and forth underneath, in the water. I played with him gently, rubbing his penis with the soap, and then down between his legs, around his balls, and back to his buttocks. Then I told him to turn over and get on his hands and knees.
"His ass was now facing me, and the sight thrilled me. He has firm round buttocks, smooth and white. I pulled them apart and soaped his ass-hole real good, pushing my finger in and massaging him awhile. Then I washed it off and lowered my face to his ass. My tongue came out and found his anus. He squirmed.
"God, that feels good," he said to me, and I knew he liked it. I know from experience that a lot of men like having you french kiss their ass-hole.
"My tongue licked up and down over the opening and then I pushed. It entered a little as he relaxed. I tongued him, while my hand went around his body and took his firm and hard penis in my fingers. He moaned. "I'm gonna come," he told me. "You'd better quit.' I let go of his cock, but I continued sucking his ass-hole.
"I love oral sex of any kind, cock or ass. I get more satisfaction out of my mouth than my cunt, I believe.
"He couldn't stand it much longer, and turned over. "Suck my dick now," he whispered, I needed no second invitation. I went down and took that glorious tool between my lips and pushed my finger up his ass. That's what did it. He started jerking, and I could feel his shaft between his legs pulsate with his orgasm. Then he quivered and shot into my mouth. I was rubbing my own thighs together, increasing my own sensations, but when I tasted that come on my tongue I felt my loins warm even more, and I came, myself.
"It was an incredible moment. I remember years ago my girl friend told me that the only way a woman can reach a climax is by having deep vaginal penetration. I found out this is not the case with me. I can rub my thighs together, and if I have a cock in my mouth, or have something going on with a man, I can reach a climax without any penis in my genital area. It's the wonderful excitement, the exquisite sensations I feel all over, just holding a naked man in my arms, and feeling him, particularly his crotch.
"John's crotch was beautiful. His penis was just the kind I liked. Just to look at it gave me more than a passing thrill. I wanted his prick in my mouth as often as possible, and I think I could have happily sucked him twenty-four hours a day for the rest of my life. I told him this and he laughed. He confessed that I was the first woman he had had sex with, and it was better than he had ever thought it would be. He wanted me to teach him as many tricks as I could. I told him it would be a pleasure.
"That episode in the bath, with my sucking his ass, was only the beginning. We finished in the tub, dried off and went to bed, and he was all over me. He said that my body excited him more than anything. He began kissing me all over, nibbling on my tits and kissing my stomach, and then he went down on me. I lay back and let. him do his thing, let him find out all he wanted to about my cunt.
"I lay there and watched him, his head between my thighs, his mouth pressed against my vulva. His tongue came out and licked all around the opening, then, as his fingers pulled my labia open, he pushed in with his mouth, found my clitoris and sucked on that, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue until my whole body was trembling with passion and my loins seemed to be on fire. He asked me if I was going to come and I told him I was, so he really went at it then, sucking and pushing his mouth in my cunt and squeezing my ass with his hands. I told him to put his finger up my ass-hole, and he did, and then suddenly he lifted my ass and started kissing my anus. That felt almost as good as his eating my pussy. He tongued me back there, while his finger went into my cunt and played with my clitoris.
"I began floating. I had never felt such sensations. With a sudden shudder I felt myself coming, and I cried out. He pushed his tongue and it went right into my anus, sending prickles of delight through by body. I collapsed and lay back, breathing deeply. He crawled up next to me and kissed me gently on the mouth. "Was that good?" he asked, and I nodded. "You like it back there?" I told him I did, so he said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Much as I wanted to suck him off instead, I let him go ahead.
"I rolled on my side, and he took me in his arms. I felt his hands close over my breasts, as his big, hard, cock pushed between my buttocks. My ass-hole was still wet and slippery from his sucking on it, and when his glans hit my anus it slipped in without too much trouble. His fingers played with my tits, rubbing the nipples, sending more sensations through me. Then he started slowly pumping, in and out, and although I had relaxed after my first coming and did not tighten up to allow him easier entry, I could not help but feel I was being torn apart by that shaft, pushing in and out like a railroad piston.
"He asked if he was hurting me, and I lied to him. I said I was all right, but despite the exquisite sensations there was still the feeling that I would break open any minute. I told him to go slow, to push in and out slowly, to take it easy. "It's so good," he murmured, 'I can't go slow. I'm going to come.'
"Just about then, he rammed it home with a massive thrust, and I could feel it throbbing inside me as he shot his seed into my body, groaning and moaning with ecstasy, kissing my neck and back. Finally he relaxed, and we lay still together. Slowly his penis went soft, and I could feel it starting to slip out of my ass-hole. "Leave it in.' I whispered, wanting it in me. But, although he pushed his hips forward, nothing could stop it from receding, and finally sliding out.
"He went to the bathroom where he must have washed off, because, when he returned, his prick was dry and clean again, looking so enticing that I automatically leaned forward and kissed it. He stood, looking down at me. "Kiss it again," he said, and I grinned at him, knowing that he wanted more of my mouth around his shaft. I told him to straddle my stomach, and put it to me through my tits. He was soft, and it took a while before he got hard again. During that time, he held his cock and rubbed the end against my nipples. He even pushed the head against a nipple, and then pulled his skin over the end, enclosing the nipple. Then he rubbed, giving us both some new sensations.
"After a little of this play, he started to get hard again. Not a full erection, but stiff enough to push between my tits, back and forth. As it came forward, I opened my mouth and took the end of it, licking that head which I loved so much, and covering his shaft with my saliva, making it slide that much easier between my tits. I told him to keep at it, to see how long we could go without his reaching another orgasm. He said that was fine with him, because he enjoyed sex play just as much as climaxing. He sat on top of me, and I ate his organ. I can never tell you how much I enjoy sucking cock.
"I remember when Carl and I were married I found that he liked to have his penis sucked, but he really preferred to fuck me. Carl has an average size penis, actually a little smaller than normal. I enjoyed sex with him, but not nearly as much as I did with John, later. Even the affair I had with that other man wasn't fully satisfying. He wanted to screw me and that was all. I believe that there is more to sex than just spreading your legs and letting a man push his cock in. But that's about all that Carl and my other lover wanted. But John was young, inexperienced, and willing to learn just about everything one could do. Added to which, his cock was beautiful. It was a good size, clean and white, with lots of skin. The perfect picture of what a man's cock should be like I knew that finally I had found someone to satisfy me.
"Actually, if Carl had been a little freer in bed, I believe we could have had a completely happy marriage. He is a great guy, a hard worker, and he loves me, I know. But I am overly sexual, and he should realize that it will take more than an occasional fuck to keep us together.
"He says I am perverted because I had relations with my nephew, but would he have said that if it had been some other man ? Is it the fact that I have been unfaithful to my husband, or because it happened to be my nephew? What Carl doesn't understand is the fact that I need sex, and if I don't get it from Carl I'm going to bust out and get it somewhere else, before I lose my mind. I'm just grateful that it happened to be someone who has everything I've ever dreamed of in a bed partner.
"John is great. He's a wonderful guy, and his body is out of this world. And that cock! I always get back to his cock, don't I? Maybe it's because I'm hung up on a man's penis. And why not? It's the focal point of interest when it comes to sex, and John has the best piece of interest I've ever seen. I think about it and my mouth starts drooling.
"Anyway, after that first couple of times, we bounced in and out of bed at every opportunity, fucking and sucking to our heart's content. The weeks went by. and then Carl came back from the hospital. He was still weak, and the first week he stayed in bed most of the time, which meant that John and I could still have a little fun, though we knew it was going to be more and more difficult. Carl finally got back to his regular schedule, and that meant no more fun and games between John and me; there just wasn't the chance. Let's face it, when you've been eating well for four weeks, and then suddenly the food's cut off, you're liable to feel more than a little hungry. Let me tell you, both John and I felt those hunger pains. Working together around the motel, we would look at each other and see the need in each other's eyes. We had to do something. Finally, Carl said he was going to town to pick up a few things, and I felt this was an opportunity I couldn't let slip by. I told the assistant manager that I would be away for the afternoon, then John and I took off into the woods. We made sure no one saw us leave, and we certainly didn't leave together. But off we ran, into those thick trees beyond the hill above the motel. It was my first taste of freedom since Carl had returned, and John and I could hardly wait until we could hold each other and kiss again.
"That first kiss was like the dam bursting. Our tongues met and our mouths closed over each other and we didn't break apart for five minutes, by which time John had a roaring hard-on. I could feel it pressing through his pants, through my dress, eagerly trying to penetrate my body. I told him we had better go deeper into the woods where we would be certain no one could see us, so we ran, pushing our way through the underbrush, until we came to a spot that was perfect. Tall trees, thick bushes, and a little flat spot of virgin grass. It was a miniature Garden of Eden, and without second thoughts we ripped off our clothes and lay down together.
"We had been without each other for years, it seemed, even though it had been only days, and the excitement made us wanton and eager. We kissed, and then I slid my lips down that beautiful body of his, nibbling, kissing, sucking his tits, and down over his stomach, until finally I felt that hard thick cock in my mouth. I was hungry for the taste of his come, and went at it like I only had a few seconds. He lay back, and gasped.
"Take it easy' he whispered. "I'll shoot if you keep that up.'
"I remember looking up at him and saying that I wanted him to shoot. Then I could work on him for a second helping. He lay back, closed his eyes, and I again slid my mouth down his shaft, all the way down, until my lips touched his pubic hair and the head of his prick was pushing into my throat. I lifted up, keeping my lips around the head while my teeth played with his foreskin, pulling it up and over the end, then pushing it down. My tongue found his slit, and massaged it. My hands felt his balls, playing with them, rolling them around. His cock was throbbing, jerking, and the heavy cord underneath was standing out, firm, ready to carry his seed through its length and into my mouth. My tongue went down, past his balls and between his buttocks. He lifted his ass, and I spread his cheeks, pushing my tongue forward to his anus. He groaned with delight as I started licking his ass-hole, and, at the same time, playing with his cock with my hand.
My thighs were together and I started rubbing them, exciting my own sexuality. I could feel my labia squeezing together and my clitoris responding, throbbing. Deep inside, an incredible satisfaction told me that I would be reaching my own climax very soon.
"But my mian interest was getting John to his orgasm. I slid out of his ass-hole, back past his balls, and up the length of his cock, which was stiff as a tree trunk and pulsating with excitement. I closed my lips over the end, and started sucking up and down, while my finger went up his ass-hole. He moaned, and his hands came down and held my head against him. I knew what this meant. I increased the pressure on his organ until I felt every movement against the inside of my mouth and my lips. His hips pushed upward, and with a convulsive shiver he started to come. I tasted the sweet, salty liquid, spurting out of his cock, and held it all in my mouth until he had shot his last load. Then I rolled it around, savoring its taste before swallowing it, still with my lips around his organ. He sighed.
"Jeez I needed that," he said. Then he looked at me. "Did you come?" he asked and I shook my head 'I will later," I told him, but he shook his head. "I'll make you come now," he said, twisting around and lowering his head to my crotch.
"I had been about ready to climax when John did, and the feel of his mouth on my crotch, his tongue pushing into me, sucking my clitoris, finished me off. In two seconds, my body trembled and I felt my juices flowing as my organs responded to his manipulation. His finger was up my ass, and his mouth buried in my snatch. I cried out in sheer ecstasy as I felt myself coming. He looked up at me, and then with a violent movement we came together. Our lips met, giving the final touch to a need that had been festering in us for days.
"We broke apart, and I stood up. I threw my arms out. "I feel like Eve in Paradise," I said, laughing. He stood up and joined me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. "I'll play Adam," he said. "Do you mind if we fuck for the rest of eternity?" I broke out laughing. "You're getting very poetic," I told him, 'but that's okay with me.'
"We kissed again, and it was so great, feeling my tits against his smooth, broad chest, His cock was between my legs. Not hard, but I could feel it there. For that one moment, I was a kid again, naked and unashamed, just like I'd been one day when I was about eleven, and my brothers and I had run off from a picnic into the woods. For some reason, we took off our clothes and started running around naked. There was nothing sexual about it. We were just kids having fun on our own. Even though nothing happened, I remember looking at by brothers' pen-ises and wondering about them.
"It was only about two years after this that I had my first sex experience, not with my brothers, but with a neighbor child. We had all gone to the ocean, and the child and I ran off down the beach. It was deserted, and we ran up through the dunes, exploring. Finally, we were tired and lay down under a tree to rest in the shade. He had this bulge in his swimsuit and I became curious, so I reached over and touched him. He got hard, and took it out. I went down on him, sucking him like crazy. I guess he was too young to reach a climax, but he liked it, and I did, too. Come to think of it, he never tried to fondle me, or find out what I had between my legs. He just lay there, watching me as I sucked on him. But I enjoyed it, and didn't want anything more. I knew that if he stuck it in me I might have a baby. I'd heard my parents talking once about that, and I was afraid. But I felt it was all right to suck him. There was nothing wrong in that, I felt, and it pleased me. It was just as John and I had done that first day, except that we were adults and knew the full implication of what we were doing.
"John and I stayed out in the woods a couple of hours that day. I guess we did everything possible. After resting awhile, we started over, and I sucked him until he reached a full erection again. He said he wanted to screw me in the ass this time.
"We found an old tree trunk that was just the right height for me to bend over and allow him entrance to my ass. He pushed me over and then dropped to his knees behind me. Spreading my buttocks with his hands, he plunged forward with his mouth and I felt his tongue on my anus, licking and sucking, Then his hands came around the front and started playing with my cunt. He opened my labia and pushed both his hands in, tickling me with his fingertips while his tongue pushed and sucked on my ass. It got me hotter'n a firecracker.
"Oh, John, fuck me," I told him, 'I'm ready. Stick it in.'
"He stood up and slowly pushed his organ forward. It was firm, and as the end touched my anus I felt it quiver and then enter. Carefully he pushed until it was all inside me. It was easier this time, as we'd had practice and I was no longer tight. I relaxed, and he was able to fuck me easily, while his hands masturbated me in front. "Jeez, this is good," he whispered in my ear. That really excited me. I love it when I know I'm satisfying a man.
"I contracted my anus as he pushed forward, and I heard him groan in appreciation. His movements became faster and faster and his hands were bringing me to orgasm. Then, with a final thrust, he discharged into me, and about the same time I shuddered with the ecstasy of my own climax.
"He pulled out and lay back on the grass, his eyes closed. I stared down at him, marveling at that great beautiful cock lying limp against his leg, still glistening from the juices of his coming. I knelt down between his legs and started caressing it. I used some of my saliva to clean it off, and then I began sucking it again, gently. He pulled me around so he could reach my crotch, and we lay there, sixty-nining, our tongues bringing pleasure to each other.
"He did not get hard for awhile, which was fine. I like sucking a cock whether it's hard or not, and when John's is soft it is still big enough to make a good mouthful. And that skin of his is great. I nibbled on it with my teeth, pushing my tongue between its folds, touching his glans, feeling for his cockslit and caressing that. I could feel his tongue in my cunt, sucking me at the same time, sending chills through my whole body. Finally, after awhile, he began to get hard again, and he sat up and took me in his arms.
"I want to fuck you now," he said. "The best goddamn fuck you've ever had.'
"I laughed. "You make it sound like it may be our last," I said jokingly, not ever dreaming that it might be.
"I lay back and spread my legs, and he mounted me, putting the end of his cock just inside my labia and holding it there, pulling and pushing the head so that it massaged my clitoris. I started moving my hips.
"Go! Go! Fuck me!' I told him. "Shove it in. All the way.'
"He grinned 'All in good time," he said, keeping it just inside, but with most of the organ still visible. I stared down at the beautiful instrument of pleasure he was holding. His hips were rotating, making his muscles quiver. He was a wonderful sight, that young body of his poised above me. I shall never forget that moment as long as I live.
"He bent down his head and kissed my tits, taking the nipples one at a time and licking them, still with his cock not all in. I thought
I'd go out of my mind. "Go on, stick it in," I pleaded. "I want it all.'
"He straightened up, and then slowly pushed his penis until it had disappeared into my cunt, all the way, and I felt his balls slap against my ass. Then he lowered his body and we started that long ride home, in and out, our bodies merging in a complete unity of delight. His mouth closed over mine and our tongues touched and sucked while our bodies quivered with passion. His driving cock seemed to reach even deeper into me, and it felt even thicker than it usually did. Maybe we were both subconsciously trying to make this the best time ever, to give each other the most of ourselves.
"My vagina was contracting and loosening with every thrust of his organ. We were merging our actions with each other into a perfect blend of sensuality. It was so wonderful I wanted it to last forever, for us to stay there in the woods, away from everyone, alone and private in our world of delight, where we could enjoy each other to the fullest.
"He broke away from my mouth and I felt his teeth sink into my neck, nibbling, biting, then slowly he moved down to my breasts. "Bite them, bite them," I implored him, and his teeth sank into my flesh. My body contorted with ecstasy and I felt his hips push quicker, pulling and pushing his penis in and out, quicker ... quicker ... .
"Our breaths came faster and I knew this was it. I was going to have the greatest orgasm of my life. My hands went around his back, and my nails dug in, tearing weals across his skin as I thrashed in my delight. "Fuck me, fuck me," I whispered, "His body trembled and his cock went all the way in and stayed there, pulsating. Soon I could feel his warm seed shooting into me. I quivered with my own orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices as our bodies achieved the ultimate in satisfaction.
"John had been right. It was the best fuck ever. We lay joined like that for several minutes before he climbed off and stood up. We both knew we'd shot our wads for the day, and besides, we had to get back to the motel. We got dressed and slowly walked back. We didn't say much. We were still too engrossed in the delicious afterglow that lingered in our bodies. I think if I never have sex again, that afternoon will be the one episode I shall call my best.
"That night, Carl had a visitor, and after the man left Carl came and spoke to me, accusing me of carrying on with John. I denied it, so he called John into the room and accused him in front of me. I'm afraid John's face gave us away. That's when the shit hit the fan. I lost my temper and admitted the affair, telling Carl that if he'd been more of a man, and able to satisfy me, this would never have happened. Carl called me a pervert, sexually out of control because I'd seduced my own nephew. John at least spoke up and said it wasn't my fault, it was both of us. Anyway, the scene was a bad one, and Carl looked like a broken man. In one way, I felt sorry for him, but I was too mad right then to let any feelings of sympathy take over.
"I was especially mad because of this friend who had seen us in the woods coming and telling Carl. Hell, what if we had just been out walking? According to Carl, this friend of his had seen us running around naked. I wondered whether he had been hiding in the bushes, watching us fuck, while he jacked off to get his kicks. Who knows? Anyway, the fat was in the fire and I saw no reason to try and lie about it. At least, I felt it might get Carl to the realization that our marriage was on the rocks permanently, unless he did something about it.
"I'm a normal healthy woman who wants a lot of loving from her husband. I guess I do love Carl. Hell, I married him. And we have had some good times together, but, to me, unless those good times are topped off with a good night's fucking, what use is the marriage scene? I might as well be single and just go to bed with whomever I want, whenever I feel like it.
"Anyway, Carl told John to pack his things and get his ass out of the motel. I tried to intervene, but Carl was madder'n I'd ever seen him. I guess he couldn't be blamed for reacting like that. After we calmed down a little, Carl said he wanted us to keep our marriage going. We had a lot at stake, with the motel and our future, and he felt that if I could sort out my feelings about sex perhaps we could stay together and make a go of it. So I agreed to come and see you and talk about our problems. I thought it would be good for you to talk to John, too, to corroborate my feelings.
"I'm not just a lecherous woman out to make a young man. If Carl were fulfilling his role as a husband, there wouldn't be any need for my thinking of sex outside my own home. I don't think that's abnormal or perverted, as he said. Because I like oral sex as much as any other kind doesn't mean I'm some sort of freak. Sex is sex, I feel. It's a satisfaction between two people, and whichever way satisfies the best should be what you should do. I don't know. Maybe you can advise me, or at least sort this mess out, for Carl's sake as well as mine.
"I'm not worried about John. He's young, and he's had plenty of experience with me to help him adjust to his adult sex relations, as he gets older. And he had no hang-ups about sleeping with me. He's as free as I am about sex, which is healthy, I believe. Too many people have inhibitions which only make for a lousy sex life once they are married. And unless you get along with your husband in bed, there's no marriage as far as I can see."
The psychiatrist had several more sessions with Doris and then called in Carl, at which time he related a lot of what Doris had discussed. Not the intimate details, but more her philosophy on what made up a successful marriage.
Carl explained that during the first few years of their marriage they had had fairly happy sex relations. He agreed that Doris preferred oral sex, which he did not object to, but he felt that it took away from his masculine role in their relationship. He felt he should be the aggressor, to climb on her, and have penis-vagina activity rather than lie back and let her fellate him.
The psychiatrist realized that Carl was lacking in some areas of masculinity, in not asserting his own-likes and dislikes. Because of Doris' aggressiveness he had become the weaker half of the pair. As their work in the motel began to occupy more and more of his time, Carl found relief in his daily routine, sublimating his sex drive. This proved satisfactory to him, but not to his wife. Doris still needed the intimacies of marriage to satisfy her completely.
As for Doris seducing her nephew, the psychiatrist explained to Carl that many established theories claim that those in close association will develop a sexual attraction. Doris and John had worked closely together, becoming more and more used to each other, culminating eventually in the mutual attraction between Doris and John. The fact that they were related might have been repugnant to Carl, but, in reality, had John been a young man who was merely working for them, and no relation, the same thing might have happened, and without the repugnance on Carl's part. Society has set up moral standards which preclude intimacy between members of the same family, but nevertheless such activity does go on, though it is not commonplace.
Ih his final resolution, the psychiatrist advised Carl and Doris to forget the episode, and to try to do better themselves, in bed. Doris, being the aggressive woman she was, demanded constant attention. Carl, being somewhat more reticent, had not fulfilled his role in their marriage, and Doris' actions with her nephew became a symptom of the lack of communication with her husband. Once her husband satisfied her, she would have no reason to stray from her marriage bed.
Carl decided to try, and in the following weeks he and Doris indulged in nightly intercourse, which soon had Doris adjusting in a normal fashion to her husband's attentions. Her affair with John soon faded into the past as a pleasant memory.
LET YOUR AUNT SHOW YOU HOW
"I had been used to my husband for twenty years, and there wasn't much that we hadn't done in bed, but after that length of time our sex life had dwindled to once or twice a month, and that wasn't enough for me. I tried to make him cooperate more often, but he would always say he was too tired, or make some other excuse. Even when I'd reach over and grab him or go down on him, which I love to do, he'd show as much interest as a whore at a revival meeting.
"So, when Ray arrived on the scene, I knew that something was bound to happen. It did. That night when I opened the bathroom door by accident and saw him standing there, stark naked, with this shaft between his legs. That made me realize what I'd been missing all these years. He wrapped a towel around himself right away, and of course I shut the door, but I couldn't get that sight out of my mind."
"When he came out and headed for his room, he gave me a funny look. I told him I was sorry I'd barged into the bathroom, and that I was not aware he was inside. He gave me a shy laugh and said next time he'd lock the door. I couldn't help saying that at least he shouldn't be ashamed to show what he had. "The last time I saw you," I added, 'You were about ten, and looked like any other kid that age. But now, you look like a stud pony.'
"He got the message and grinned. "The girls like me," he said, 'And I like the girls.'
"My heart was pounding like mad, and I said that I felt any girl who had him would be lucky. He blushed, and went to his room. But by that time I was too wrapped up in the memory of what I'd seen.
"So what if he was my nephew? He was almost a grown man, and what he had between his legs certainly made my husband look sick. I wanted that cock of his, and I wanted it then. Jim was working and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours at least. I had the opportunity, and I was burning with desire.
"I went to Ray's room and knocked. He told me to come in. He was sitting on the bed, with just his pajama bottoms on. "Going to bed this early?" I asked. He told me he was feeling sleepy, that his back was aching from the work in the restaurant that day. "Okay, if your back's aching, I got a good cure for it," I told him. "Let your aunt take care of you. Roll over on your stomach.' He refused, saying he'd be all right, but I insisted, pushing him back on the bed and rolling him over. "Come on, don't be shy," I said. "I used to rub your back when you were a kid.'
"I let my hands massage his back, marveling at the heavily muscled shoulders and the slender waist. "You're pretty well built," I told him. "You must have played a lot of football at school.'
"He mumbled something, and I figured he was falling asleep. You know how a backrub will relax you. I didn't want him to do that, not right then, so I started concentrating on his lower back, pushing his pajama pants down to expose the crack of his buttocks. I then let my fingers slip under the material and caress his ass. He didn't move, so after awhile I just put my hand on his leg and slid it up between his buttocks. I could feel something hard jutting out flat on the bed, and I let my fingers close around it. It was a hard-on all right, like I'd never thought possible for a kid his age. He moved slightly, and looked up at me.
"See what you've done to me?" he said. "I told you I didn't want a back rub. It always gets me hard.'
"I pushed him over on his back, and immediately his cock stuck up through the fly of his pajamas, throbbing and pulsating with excitement. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen," I told him. With that, I lowered my head and closed my lips around the head. He started squirming and moving his hips, pushing his rod into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat."
"I was in ecstasy. I've always liked doing a man that way, and, while Jim had given me many happy nights during our marriage, never once had it been like this. Of course, Jim was not as big as Ray, who had a wonderful piece of meat. He was circumcised, with a large, flat head and a nice, smooth shaft, straight as can be. Jim's cock bent slightly when it was hard, but Ray's was perfectly straight, sticking up like a beacon pointing to heaven. I took it in my mouth, knowing that it was what I wanted, and to hell with the consequences.
"I let my hands run across Ray's chest, feeling the hair in the middle that formed a line down across his stomach and into the pubic jungle from which his penis hung. His muscles were tight and firm, knotted hard with the excitement of sex, and his efforts to pound his cock into my mouth.
"I know that some men have a difficult time reaching a climax when they are being sucked. It has something to do with the lack of friction, the softness of the lips as opposed to the firmness of a vagina massaging the penis.
"I could tell Ray was trying to come, pushing his cock into me and twisting his hips. I lifted my mouth and asked him, 'Feel good?" And he nodded, but told me to suck it harder. I put my hand around the base of it, leaving the end sticking in my mouth, and massaged him as
I sucked it. This got to him, because he groaned in appreciation. "That's great," he said. I knew I had him then, and continued playing with his cock.
"I could feel it throbbing as I sucked and ran my tongue around the end, feeling under the glans (that real sensitive spot) and then up on top, finding the slit and sucking that while my tongue pushed in. I thought he would go through the roof then
"The bed was rocking beneath the violence of his movements, and his entire body was arched, trying to push his organ into me. I felt the thing bang against my throat, in and out. Each time I felt it stiffen even more, and I swear it even got thicker. The cord at the back of it was quivering, and under my hands his body was shaking uncontrollably. Then he grabbed my head and jammed it down, holding my mouth over his cock. Then he let out a long drawn out moan. "Jeez, I'm coming! I'm coming!' he said, and I felt the first burst of hot seed on my tongue.
"He shot load after load into me, moaning all the while. I swallowed it all, and kept my mouth around his cock while it slowly got soft, then let it slip out. It lay against his pajamas, and I looked at it. It was soft, but not that much smaller than it had been hard. It was a beautiful cock. I licked it again a couple of times, and when I lifted my head I noticed he was staring at me. "That's the first time," he said softly, 'and it sure beats fucking.'
"I wanted to laugh at the way he had put it. Ray was a big country boy, really, and I imagined he'd had his share of screwing those eager little country girls, but I would certainly have thought one of them would have gone down on him, but he assured me he was telling the truth.
"I asked him why it beat fucking, and he said it was less work and more pleasure. He wanted me to do it again. "I can come again real soon," he said proudly.
"I didn't object. Only, before I began, I pulled his pajamas down so that his body lay exposed and naked on the bed. He really had a great build for a kid. Those years on the farm must have helped develop his muscles, which were firm and well-formed. He wasn't overly lumpy like a weight lifter, but lithe and trim, the kind of body that to me is ideal. Lots of muscle, but no bulges.
"As my lips closed around his cock again, I thought to myself it was the best looking rod I'd ever seen. Certainly better than Jim's, which was beginning to get wrinkly and tired-looking. Hell, Jim was forty-five. Ray was only twenty. I guess youth does make a difference, but when it comes to sex I think experience counts. Ray said later that night, that none of the girls he'd screwed had ever given him the sensations that I had.
"As I went down on him this time, I squeezed his ass and put my finger up the hole. Well, that really drove him wild. He pulled away at first, but when I told him it would feel good he relaxed. After my finger was inside for awhile, massaging around while my lips sucked him, he started moaning again, saying this was better r than the first time.
"I was having my best time ever. Ray was handsome, with a good prick. What more could a horny broad want? I'll admit, I was a horny broad that night. I hadn't had a good screw in weeks. Jim wasn't the most exciting man any longer, while here, under my own roof was my nephew, available, and giving me as much pleasure as I was giving him. I knew, as I licked his cock, that this was going to be the start of something wonderful. I just prayed that I could manage things so that Jim wouldn't find out. Then Ray and I could fuck all summer without being discovered."
Theresa and Jim Golden lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, where they owned a restaurant, and lived above it in a large apartment. Jim came from a small town in the country, and had met Theresa while he was going to school in Chattanooga. They were married when Jim was. in his late teens. They later had two children, a boy and a girl.
Their marriage had been a happy one, but after ten years, when Jim managed to buy the restaurant with a loan from his father, they both found their lives centering around the business, working long hours with little chance for relaxation. Their children grew up and went to college, which meant an added financial burden that kept them hard at work. The restaurant stayed open day and night, providing them with a better than average income, but necessitating constant supervision.
Despite Jim's love for, and sexual interest in his wife, he found his energies and his time limited. Despite their early years of frequent intercourse, they now found their moments of intimacy dwindling to infrequent spells, squeezed in whenever they had the time and opportunity.
"Theresa had always been a hot-blooded woman, and often she would find her eyes studying the male customers at the restaurant, wondering whether she might ever indulge in an affair outside her marriage. Her sexual appetite was strong, and when her husband no longer satisfied her she turned to her work in the restaurant with an unnatural vigor, in order to compensate for her frustrations. She sublimated a lot of her urges, but there still remained the moments when her body cried out for a good night of sexual activity. It was unfortunate that at the times when Theresa was most anxious for sex Jim was either too tired, not in the mood, or unable to carry the act through to completion.
However, theirs was an abiding love, and despite the lack of connubial joys they stayed together, knowing that they were building a solid retirement for themselves, and a good future for their children. In moments when she thought about the problem between them, Theresa would rationalize with the thought that once the business was big enough to run itself she and Jim could retire and pick up their intimate relations again.
But rationalization does little to satisfy the deep-rooted sexual urges of women, and Theresa found herself at times becoming unbearably frustrated. One night she grabbed her husband, and, when he did not get an erection after some preliminary sex play, she became so incensed that she lost her temper and questioned his manhood, a grossly unfair accusation, which led to words between them. Jim tried to reason, but found his own patience exhausted by his long hours of work. He accused Theresa of being oversexed, to which she reminded him acidly that it had been four weeks since they had had relations, and she was now ready for some more. Jim bluntly bared himself and let her fellate him, but after five minutes when he still did not achieve an erection their situation became impossible. They fell asleep that night as if they were strangers.
"Afterwards, Theresa found herself avoiding the subject, knowing that it would only lead to more dissension between them. However, Jim was not without his moments of passion, and when he did have the urge and the time he tried to make up for his inadequacy by violent sex with Theresa. Although she enjoyed these moments, she yearned for a more tender and steady diet of intimacy, such as they had during the early years of their marriage. But, like many couples, they adapted to, and endured, their maturing responses, despite the shortcomings.
Their children had grown and gone off to college when Jim received a call from his brother, asking if Ray, his oldest, could get a job at the restaurant for the summer. Ray had been working in their small hometown, but had been laid off temporarily. He was just twenty, a strong youth, not overly intelligent but a willing worker, and he had had some experience in restaurant work. Jim agreed immediately, and a few days later Ray arrived and was given one of the spare bedrooms in the apartment. Theresa was immediately taken with the youth. She had not seen him in several years, remembering him as a rather gangly boy. He had matured, however, into a good-looking young man with a fine build and a pleasant, simple manner. She took him under her wing and showed him his duties in the kitchen. He proved to be sharp enough to catch on without any problems.
After a week or two, Jim's night manager quit, and Jim took over until he could find a new man. This meant that Jim would not work from ten at night until six in the morning. Theresa worked as hostess and cashier from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, occasionally pinch-hitting at other hours when needed. This schedule left Theresa alone at night with Ray, who worked days in the kitchen.
Their relationship up to now had been strictly aunt and nephew, but leavened with a growing warmth and closeness. Theresa found Ray a congenial companion, and what he lacked in mental prowess he made up for in humor and earthiness. She sensed a deep animal quality in him which intrigued her, and after a few days, when he dated one of the waitresses and took her out for the evening, Theresa realized that her nephew was well on his way to being a ladies' man.
She kidded him about his date, especially about coming home at three in the morning, and Ray became quite shy about it. Theresa realized that despite his activities he might not be as sophisticated in sex as she had imagined. She questioned him further, but found him not at all anxious to talk about it.
The following night, she thought he was out, and unwittingly burst into the bathroom to find him standing there, naked. He at once covered himself, and Theresa closed the door, but not before she had observed that her nephew was more than well hung. Jim had always been ample to satisfy her sexually, but it was obvious that Ray had more to offer. Theresa's frustrations boiled up. She soon found herself thinking about her nephew in a sexual manner.
She went into his bedroom and made advances to him, which were not denied. She ended up fellating him, discovering that he had never had this experience before. He enjoyed it immensely, stating that he found it better than normal intercourse.
"Theresa could not deny that his physical appeal and sexual size left nothing to be desired. She wanted more, and told him that as long as Jim worked nights they would be able to enjoy each other as often as they wanted. She planned on further episodes (which eventually transpired), including intercourse, anal activity and oral sex. Just about everything that could be done between man and woman. Ray stated his preference for fellatio, which suited Theresa fine, as she enjoyed this even more than the regular penis-vagina action.
The fact that Ray was her nephew did not bother her at all. Ray was her husband's brother's child, which in her eyes placed him sufficiently far apart from her family ties to make him virtually a stranger. Sex therefore was no taboo; and Ray himself, being a virile country boy with few sexual inhibitions, found himself completely entranced by his aunt, who knew all the tricks of the trade. She taught him a lot, and he was more than willing to learn.
They did discuss the matter of being discovered by Jim. Theresa made certain that the front door of the apartment was double-locked so that they could not be interrupted unexpectedly. She felt that if her husband questioned her about the lock she had a legitimate excuse. She did not feel safe unless she double-locked the door, which opened onto a stairway leading to the street.
Ray and Theresa continued their relationship without any problems, until one night Theresa went to the door in answer to a knock. After getting rid of the unwelcome visitor, she forgot to double-lock the door. In the middle of sex with Ray, she heard the door open, and by the time she had jumped out of her bed Jim was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, a horror-struck look on his face.
Ray was lying in bed, naked, and Theresa was trying to struggle into her pajamas. Jim took a quick step forward, knocked his wife down, and then proceeded to beat up his nephew. Theresa ran for the telephone and called the police Jim had gone wild, and was having a violent brawl with Ray, who, being as strong as he was, gave back everything he received. The two men made a shambles of the bedroom before the police arrived. Jim charged his nephew with disturbing the peace and had him spend a night in jail to cool off, before shipping him home the next day.
When the excitement had died down, he faced Theresa, holding himself in check, so as not to commit violence on her body as well. Theresa started crying and said that she had been violated by Ray, trying to place the blame on the young man. Jim knew better.
He accused her of carrying on with his nephew behind his back, of being a tramp, and every other sordid activity his shocked mind could muster. By morning their tempers had both cooled, and they were able to discuss the matter rationally.
Jim told Theresa that he knew their marriage had been on shaky ground for some time, but he had had no idea that it was so bad he had driven her into another man's arms. He said that if she sought professional help he would accompany her, and they would try to work out their situation. At first, Theresa was hesitant, but realizing that she and Jim had a future together with their business, and their deeper affections (which superseded sex), she agreed to consult a psychiatrist and try to arrive at a new beginning.
The psychiatrist listened to their story, and then asked Theresa to relate her sex experiences from as far hack as she could remember, advising her to spare no intimacy of detail, and to tell everything. He explained that only through a complete purging of the subconscious could she hope to arrive at a new and clean outlook toward a future with her husband. Theresa settled back, and began her story.
"I don't know when it was that I started realizing there was such a thing as sex. I think I was around eleven or twelve. I had a boyfriend who was about thirteen and we used to go out together to movies, and so on. The sort of thing that kids do, perfectly innocent. Of course, it became more than that one afternoon when we both came back after school and mother was out, and we were alone in the house. He tried to kiss me and I let him, but as our mouths met his tongue came out and touched my lips. He said he had heard about French kissing and why shouldn't we try it. I was curious, so we sat on the couch and tried it. I felt real funny, but he got very excited. I noticed that there was this bulge in his pants. He told me he was getting hard, and didn't I want to see his thing. I said that wasn't nice, but he told me it was. Then he unzipped himself and took out his penis.
"It was the first real erect penis I had ever seen and I was fascinated. I remember reaching out and touching it, and he told me to rub it up and down. I did this, and he said it was great. He had not been circumcised, and I found it very stimulating to pull the skin back and expose his head. I shall never forget how red it was. He told me to go on playing with it, and I saw nothing wrong with that. Then he reached over and started feeling my leg. He told me he wanted to see my thing, too. His hand went up my dress and I felt his fingers probing my genital area. He pulled down my panties and looked at my vagina. Then he stuck his fingers in and starting feeling around. I had never had such a sensation. He said he wanted to stick his penis in me, but I was scared. I knew that was how babies are made, and I didn't want that. He said he was hot and needed to finish himself off. I didn't know what he meant, at that time. He said if I wouldn't let him stick it in, I could at least suck it for him. I thought that was dirty, and I told him so. He laughed, saying that the girl next door did it to him, and she liked it. I guess my curiosity got the better of me, and I finally did go down on him.
"I shall never forget the feeling of that penis in my mouth for the very first time. I just let it sit there, but finally after he told me to suck it I began, and as my lips closed around it I heard him moan and say how good it felt. Then suddenly it stiffened even more, and he pushed his hips forward so it went into my throat. I felt it jerk, and then I tasted his come. It came as such a surprise I guess I automatically swallowed, and before I knew it he had completed his orgasm, and I had taken every drop of it.
"The taste was very exciting, and I overcame my initial repugnance about the act. He loved it, and said I was better than the girl next door.
That pleased me, because I really liked him and considered him my "steady". The next day, we went into a deserted garage on the way home from school and I performed the act on him again. He said it was even better. I guess for some time after this we indulged together every chance we had. He always wanted to stick it in my vagina but I wouldn't let him. I still felt that that would give me a baby, and I knew that was wrong.
"I never felt that sucking him was wrong, though. It was something I enjoyed doing, and he certainly got his kicks out of it. He sometimes played with me, sticking his fingers in, and once he tried to go down on me, but he stopped and said he didn't like it. So we stayed with our initial activity of my going down on him, which satisfied us both. I guess it was back then that I developed my preference for fellatio.
"The first time I had intercourse was in my last year of high school. I had long since broken up with my first boyfriend and had had several since then, all of which I sucked at one time or another, but had never had intercourse with. Then I met Stevie, who was on the football team. He was big, strong, and handsome, and he thought I was really something. We had a few dates before he suggested anything sexual.
"By this time, I was really hung up on him. I felt he was the prize catch at school, and it was a feather in my cap to be seen with him. I didn't want to do anything to disturb our relationship, so when he asked me if I'd drop my drawers for him (as he put it) I felt I couldn't say no. I really didn't know whether I should tell him first that I was a virgin. I perhaps figured that he'd find that out soon enough, once it happened.
"I was more than scared when it did happen, though. It was in my own room at home, one night when my parents were out. I was alone in the house with Stevie after we had gone to an early movie, which got out at eight-thirty. I knew my parents would be gone until around eleven, which gave us plenty of time. Stevie and I necked a little on the couch downstairs, and then he started getting real hot. I felt his penis through his pants, and it was as stiff as a board. It felt bigger than any I'd experienced before. He had my bra off and was kissing my tits, and I loved that. I told him if he wanted to go on kissing my tits, I'd get so hot I might kiss his penis. He grinned at this, and told me to take it out and try it. He unzipped his pants, and a moment later his organ sprang into view. It was bigger than those I'd seen before and certainly more interesting. It was broad and flat at the end, and very red. There was a drop of something oozing out of the head. I took it in my hands, and started playing with it. "Go down and say hello to it," he said to me, and I slowly bent forward and took it between my lips.
"From practice, I knew how to really make a guy feel good, licking under the head, near the end. I did this, and nibbled on it with my teeth. He moaned and stretched back, so he could push it up all the more with his hips. I felt it thicken as it entered way back in my mouth and push against the back of my throat. Then he started pushing and pulling it in and out of my mouth while I closed my lips hard around his shaft.
"We lay there for a while. Then he lifted my head up and kissed me gently, and told me he wanted to go all the way and fuck me. By this time, my own sexual parts were oozing with juices, and I had this deep desire to feel his penis within me, to feel the ultimate in relations which I had so far denied myself. I felt so much for Stevie that I would have done anything for him.
"I told him my folks would be back in an hour or so, that we could go upstairs to my bedroom. I remember giggling as he walked next to me, his rod sticking out of his pants. I even touched it now and then and we both laughed.
"Upstairs, I quickly got undressed and he did, too. I lay down on the bed, trembling now because I wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was very gentle, though. He sat down and started playing with my tits, then bent down and kissed them. I felt his tongue on my nipples and my whole body seemed on fire.
His finger went down to my crotch, and I felt him probe inside, touching my clitoris and playing with it. I was all wet and ready for intercourse, I knew. He climbed on and slowly lowered his body on top of me, and I could feel his penis between my legs. I was trembling, and he told me to be still and relax. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said.
"Slowly, he started moving, pushing his shaft up to my opening. I spread my legs and kissed him. I felt if I kissed him hard, it would take my mind off what was happening to me. Much as I wanted it, and had agreed to it, I still had some reserve. I felt I should have stuck with sucking him, but it was too late now. I felt his head enter, and then this pain ripped through me. I gasped out loud as his length rammed all the way home. There was still pain, but now the incredible ecstasy of intercourse flooded my being, and I cried out. He gasped, too, and closed his mouth over mine again, and our tongues went wild. I felt him pumping me, harder and harder, until finally I felt him shudder and I knew his seed was shooting into me.
"He fell back, staring at me, his eyes at my crotch, where his limp cock had just pulled out. "I didn't know you were cherry," he said, his voice very small. "Why didn't you tell me?" I mumbled something about liking him so much that I didn't feel I should have told him. He was real mad and said that if I got pregnant he wasn't going to marry me, and all that. Then he got off the bed and got dressed.
"By this time, I was almost in tears. I felt that I'd made a mess of everything, especially the bed, which was covered with a big red stain. Anyway, Stevie finally came over and kissed me, and agreed to take the sheet to the laundromat down the street so my folks wouldn't know about it. I got a clean sheet from the linen closet and remade the bed, and then he left. I went back to my room, hardly believing what had happened. I took a bath and felt better, and by the time my folks got home I was asleep.
"The next day I saw Stevie at school. He gave me the sheet, wrapped in brown paper, and told me that he was sorry about what had happened and maybe we could still see each other. I said of course we could. We had lots of dates after that, but I never again went to bed with him, which sounds real funny, doesn't it? I mean, maybe that night was too much of a shock for both of us, but after that I just went down on him, and he liked that. He used to come in my mouth, and I loved taking it, every drop. It was good, and certainly a lot less messy than intercourse. Quicker and easier, as he used to say. We could do it almost anywhere, instead of having to worry about going to bed. Maybe that's why I got to like it better than intercourse. Even a year later, when I met Jim and fell in love with him, I didn't go to bed with him until we were married. I used to suck him off, but I never spread my legs until that honeymoon night, which was such a fiasco.
"Jim had been going with me about six months before we decided to get married. He was always an appealing person to me, not overly handsome like Stevie had been, but clean and serious. I felt, and my folks did, too, that Jim would make a reliable and steady husband who would provide for me. After all, security is more important than good looks. I also felt attracted to him sexually. He had an unusual way of talking and behaving, and I felt he was like a tiger, or that he would be once we were alone in bed.
"We had been alone lots of times, but all that had happened had been a lot of necking and several times I had gone down on him. It was my idea, not his, and the first time it happened, he was more surprised than anything else, I think. He said it was the first time anyone had ever done that to him. He liked it enough, that's for sure. But we saved the ultimate for when we got married.
"That first night out of town, on our honeymoon, I think he was as nervous as a kitten. I knew he had screwed a few girls before, but obviously he was still not sure whether he would do it right, so I had to take the initiative. He undressed and got into his pajamas. I had on a real flimsy nightgown, one of those black lace things that are designed strictly for sex nights. I'd seen it advertised in one of the movie magazines and I'd sent for it especially for the honeymoon. I guess it was all kinda silly, because it didn't take long before I had it off, and Jim had slipped out of his pajamas, and we lay naked on the bed together.
"He took me in his arms and we kissed, and I could feel his penis getting hard as it pushed between my legs. As we lay there, our tongues entwined, Jim's hands went to my breasts and started fondling them. Something told me that he would need some sort of push in the right direction, so I broke away from him and began kissing his neck, then his chest, and worked my way down to that hard piece of meat sticking up between his thighs. I closed my lips over the end, and I heard him sigh with ecstasy. I sucked hard and let it slide all the way into my mouth, playing with his balls at the same time. He started moving his hips, and I felt he was finally relaxing and getting into the mood of things. I sucked him not very long before I scooted up and lowered my body on top of his, letting the end of his penis touch my labia. "Go on, Jim," I whispered in his ear. "Push it in.'
"I felt his hips move, and then his cock entered me and slid all the way in. As it did so, I heard him gasp as he clung to me and kissed me passionately. I rotated my hips and felt that hard rod in me. My vagina contracted and I began pumping on top of him. "Oh, honey, that's wonderful," he breathed in my ear. "I think I'm going to shoot if you don't stop that.' I told him to go ahead if he wanted to. The night was young and we had all the time in the world. His body trembled and he seemed to contract his muscles all over. Then I felt his cock throbbing inside me, and it was all over.
"I was frankly disappointed. I thought at least that Jim would have been more passionate. As I said, he gave me the impression of being a tiger when he got going. But then I realized that he was a little more inhibited than I anticipated, and he would need a lot of help from me to bring him out of his shell. After that first orgasm, I lay on top of him, kissing him and playing with his ears and neck. I left his penis in me, even though it had started going soft. I thought I would try to get him excited again, and see if the second time would be better.
"He began kissing my breasts again, nibbling on the nipples with his teeth, and slowly I felt him begin to stiffen again inside me. I told him to let himself go. "Fuck me, Jim," I said, trying to excite him into action. "Let me feel your cock in me, fucking me.'
"He must have given himself a mental jolt or something, because he started pumping. I grabbed him and rolled over, so that he was on top of me. Maybe that's what did it, because after that he really went to town. He didn't even kiss me or anything. He just closed his eyes and concentrated on pushing that thing of his in and out of my cunt, faster and faster, until at last he moaned, and grabbed me so hard it almost hurt. I knew he was coming again. His prick shuddered in me and discharged another load of his seed deep inside. After this, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The rest of the honeymoon was all right, but I still had the feeling that Jim was more reserved than I gave him credit for.
"It wasn't that I was disappointed, but I had expected him to assert himself a little more than he had. As the next few months went by, he had occasional moods of passion when he would really go wild, but in between those times he seemed almost uninterested in sex. I had to start things going, and it was usually by going down on him. I think that's where I continued my oral preference. It was the easiest way out for him, and I enjoyed it. I always have. Jim has a nice cock, a little bigger than average, and there were many nights I used to lie between his legs, sucking away to my heart's content until he reached his climax.
"We had our two children and this compensated a lot for whatever lack he had in the passion department. I was too busy taking care of the kids to be overly concerned with his inadequacy. But then, after the kids grew up, I felt we might look forward to better relations between us. But Jim was involved with building up the restaurant business, and he was often too tired or just not interested. It was very frustrating. But I love him, and when you love someone you make allowances. Then when Ray arrived, there was something about his youth, his blatant virility, that got to me. I couldn't help noticing the way he filled his pants, too. Jim's cock is fine, like I said, but Ray obviously had something bigger and more interesting, so I found myself concentrating on what it might be like with him.
"That was why things happened the way they did. After I walked into the bathroom and saw him naked, all the fires that were seething inside just bubbled over, and I had to have him. That was why I went into his room. I went in with the explicit idea of going to bed with him. As it turned out, Ray just let me fellate him that night, but it started something. I really dug him. His cock is beautiful and his body is young and firm, and there's nothing that makes a woman feel young again better than a good, hard cock on a firm, handsome body.
"Ray satisfied every yearning that had been lying dormant for years. It was fun teaching him, too. He told me he had never had anyone go down on him before, and he had liked it. I enjoy it, anyway, so it worked out fine. Of course, we progressed to other things as well. In fact, I think the next night we waited about a half hour after Jim had taken over his shift downstairs, and then we got undressed and got into bed. Ray had lost a little of his self-consciousness by this time, and he took me in his arms without any reservations. He kissed me, and I gloried in the touch of his skin against mine, his exciting hairy chest against my nipples. Rubbing them to a fever pitch of hardness, he would then suck them. He said he liked my tits, because they were firm, round, and big. He would take one of my breasts in his hands, cup it to his mouth, and then run his tongue around the end, sometimes sinking his teeth in around the nipple and biting gently. It sent chills through every particle of my body, and made my cunt start dripping in anticipation."
"It was such a glorious feeling to be treated as a woman wants to be treated, to be a love object for a man, and to give him all the satisfaction she can. Ray would then slide his tongue over my stomach and down to my crotch, licking around the pubic hair and then into the slit. He would then put his hands there and pull my labia apart. After he pushed his mouth into my snatch, his tongue would dart in and out, sending shivers through me as I felt him lick my clitoris and then suck it. He loved that, and, watching him, I saw his cock was jerking with desire as he went down on me. It was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing him, but he said he wanted me to relax and let him do this for a while. Then he came back up, kissed me, and lowered his cock between my legs. He didn't push it in right away, but gently moved it up, sliding along my skin. Then his head penetrated.
"I cried out as I felt his length enter me and push all the way into my vagina, his broad, flat head penetrating deep, and giving me such ecstasy that I thought I was floating off the bed. It had never been like this with Jim, or with any man. Ray really had a cock that could do the job. He kissed me then, and started moving his hips, driving his rod in and out, slowly in quickly out, twisting his hips at the same time.
"I began moving my body and together we thrashed on the bed, bringing ourselves to a peak of sensation. I felt his teeth sink into my neck and his muscular arms grip me tighter than before. "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... " he gasped, and it felt as though his shaft stiffened even more, grew thicker as it pounded into my cunt, and then, with a convulsive shudder, he ejaculated load after load into me, on and on, as though he couldn't stop. Finally he collapsed, and his body relaxed on mine, and I felt his cock get soft and slowly withdraw from me. I tried to squeeze myself together to hold it in but it slid out and lay on his leg as he rolled over. It was all shiny and wet, but beautiful. I couldn't resist it. I crawled down and took it between my lips and sucked it.
"That was beautiful," I told him. He stared at me. "You sure like eating it, don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Especially a good-looking cock like yours," I told him, and he laughed at that. He knew he had a big penis but I guess he'd never been complimented on it before. I told him we tell people if they have pretty eyes, or nice hair, so why not a good word about a man's penis, if it deserves it? In his fumbling, boyish way he returned the compliment with words of praise about my breasts and body. "You sure look great," he said, 'You're more like my girl friend back home than my aunt.'
"That was the first time he had made mention of our family relationship, and for a moment it sounded awkward. I smiled at him and told him that that shouldn't make any difference. He said it didn't. "Pussy is pussy," he said bluntly, 'and you know how to use yours.'
"I think his naive country earthiness was part of his charm, part of the something that had turned me on to him in the first place. Ray had obviously not mixed with city people much. He hadn't had the opportunity, but growing up in the country he had certainly had his share of sex, but not the more sophisticated varieties I introduced him to as the weeks went by.
"It was about a week after our initial encounter that he told me he wanted to screw me in the ass. "I thought you liked a blow job better than fucking," I said, remembering his words after our first night together. He said he did, but at that moment he felt like screwing. I was not averse to this activity. Jim had had anal intercourse with me a couple of times and I had enjoyed it. I was wondering whether I could accommodate Ray, however, considering his size. There was only one way to find out.
"He went to the bathroom and got some vaseline. "Here, grease me up," he said with a grin, laying back. He was soft at this time, so to get him hard I went down and sucked him until he was like a poker. Then I got the vaseline and smeared it all over his shaft, starting at the base and moving up to that lovely big head.
"As my fingers reached the top he groaned and told me how wonderful my hands felt on his cock. I laughed and said maybe he wanted me to jack him off but he said no, he wanted to stick it in my ass, so, after he was thoroughly greased, I lay down on my stomach and he climbed on, letting his member slide between my buttocks. I felt it against my anus as he slowly pushed, trying to gain entrance. I tried to relax, but found his size too much. "Come on, relax," he said, leaning forward and grabbing my shoulders while his body lay full-length on my back. I tried, but he was too big. I told him to get off, and I rolled over on my back and lifted my feet in the air. "Try it this way," I said.
"He came forward, and tried again. This time I felt his glans enter my anus and slowly push forward. At first I thought my ass-hole would be ripped apart, but once his cock was in it felt good. Soon he was pulling it out and pushing it in. At the same time, he put a hand on my cunt and began fingering me. That made all the difference, as I was being titillated front and rear. The sensation was exceptional. I felt his rod deep inside my body, and the friction on my sphincter gave me a pleasing feeling all through my loins. The massaging of my clitoris combined with the anal eroticism provided me with a pleasure I had never gotten from ordinary vaginal penetration. I asked him if he felt good, and he told me it was great.
"The more he fucked me the more I relaxed, until his cock was sliding quite easily in and out of my ass-hole. I looked at him, watching his prick as it entered me. It was a good feeling, and I loved to watch it. It gave me a deep sense of satisfaction that I was able to take that big member up my ass and give him pleasure. He was a sight, his body tensed, his muscles rippling all over, his hips stiffening, as he rammed himself in and rotated his organ inside me to get the ultimate sensuality out of his actions.
"His movements became faster and I knew he had started that joyful ride home. I felt myself reaching a peak, too, and told him to masturbate me quicker. He pushed his hand in and almost got it all inside me. It was the most erotic feeling I'd ever had. Then he started groaning, and he rammed his cock all the way home. His balls slapped against my ass and I felt him shudder and discharge inside me. At the same time, I cried out as my body quivered with orgasm, and then we collapsed on the bed. He pulled his cock out, and lay next to me, gasping, and breathing heavily. The sweat was pouring out of us, and we rested awhile before he put his arm across me and touched my breasts. "That was great," he told me. I nodded. "Come on," I said. "Let's take a shower and clean up. There's time for another one before Jim gets home.'
"We went into the bathroom and I ran the tub full of water and we both climbed in. Ray sat down and I soaped his back and then his front. He lay back while my hands rubbed the soapy lather into the hair on his chest, down across his stomach, and to his crotch, rubbing his prick and balls, and massaging them gently. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. His penis was only half hard, but I enjoyed it just as much as when it was fully hard. I love playing with a man's organ, and, more than that, having it in my mouth.
"I rinsed off the soap and went down on him, sucking him gently, up and down. Then he lifted his ass out of the water and I slid my tongue under his balls, between his buttocks, and found his anus. It was tight and firm, and my tongue caressed it, licking it around and exploring the crevice. He moaned in delight, saying this was the best yet. I sucked on his ass-hole while my hands played with his cock, which now had gotten very hard, and was sticking up in the air, glistening in the light. The wetness was still on it, making the head look even redder and more appealing.
"He told me he'd come if I didn't stop, so I did, and stood in front of him while he knelt before me and started licking my cunt. He kissed my thighs and ran his tongue up and down the inside of my legs, right up to my crotch. Then, with a rush, his mouth closed over my orifice and I felt his tongue probe inside me. His hands moved up my body, seized my breasts, and played with the nipples as he tongued my cunt.
"I was standing there with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, when I heard the doorbell. I froze for a second, and then without hesitation I stepped quickly out of the tub. "You stay here," I said quietly, reaching for a towel. "I'll see who it is.' I dried myself quickly, put on my robe, which was hanging behind the bathroom door, and went to the front door. "Who is it?" I asked, and a voice answered, 'it's me, Maisie.'
"I breathed a sigh of relief. I had thought for a moment it was Jim. I unlatched the chain and opened the door a fraction. "What is it, Maisie?" I asked, and she told me she wanted to borrow some flour. Maisie is our neighbor across the street. I told her I was fresh out, and to go downstairs to the restaurant and ask Jim to let her have some. "I'm in bed," I told her. "I'm real tired tonight.'
"Maisie left, and I was so eager to get back to the bathroom that I forgot to put the chain latch on again. I took off my robe and climbed back into the tub. Ray was laying there, still with a hard-on, playing with it gently. He grinned up at me. "I was keeping it ready for you," he said. I looked down at him, marveling again at the beauty of his young, muscular body, and that erect prick between his legs, promising many moments of delight for me. Country boy or not, Ray was a good hunk of man for any woman.
"I climbed back into the tub and knelt down in front of him, taking his penis in my hands.
Holding it firmly, I lowered my mouth to it, licking the end quickly with the tip of my tongue. I felt for the cockslit and caressed it, which made him squirm. Then with a rush I let my mouth take it all, right down to the balls, feeling the head hit the back of my throat and lodge there, throbbing with passion. Keeping his cock all the way in, I pushed my tongue out and managed to lick his sac. I lifted his balls up with my hand and licked them with my tongue, back and forth quickly. I shoved my hand under the water, found his ass-hole, pushed a finger in and rotated it inside, massaging the hard cord of his cock from inside his body while my mouth held him outside, my tongue adding to his delight. I rubbed my own thighs together and felt the sensations flood my cunt. The warm water on our bodies only added to our sensual feelings, and my eyes took in his body, stretched out ahead of mine, rippling and glistening in the soapy water, a beautiful sight that added to my excitement.
"I forgot everything at that moment. To me there was only one thing that mattered: Ray, and his complete satisfaction, which at the same time, meant my own. I was lost in a world of utter sensuality, and after being without such release for so long I felt I had finally reached heaven. I never thought of Jim for a second. My whole being was concentrated on this virile young man, blending his body with mine. As I felt his cock throbbing and expanding in my mouth I knew that he would reach orgasm soon, and I wanted this climax to be delayed, to make this moment last longer, because there would not be time to start another sex session that night. So I lifted my head and told Ray we should dry off and go back to the bed and finish our sex there.
"We dried off, and a few minutes later I was in his arms on the bed, his tongue in my mouth, his hands feeling me up, across my body, touching my breasts and my cunt, my ass, everywhere. His hands went wild and I knew that he was really hot, ready to achieve the ultimate in sex with me that night. He threw me on my stomach and started kissing my back, down to my buttocks. He spread them apart, and I felt his tongue slide down the crack to my anus and start sucking. I lifted my ass so he could get in better, and while he mouthed my ass-hole his fingers played with my cunt, pushing in as far as they could, playing with my clitoris and massaging the sides of my orifice. The sensation was delicious. I closed my eyes and let pure sensation take over. I lifted my shoulders and bent my head so that I was looking between my legs, watching his face at my ass, and, beyond that, his trim body, with his big cock hanging down, swaying back and forth with his balls as he moved.
"The sight of his penis made my mouth water, I rolled over and told him to sit on my stomach and push his cock between my tits. As it came forward towards my mouth, I opened my lips and took it. His hands bunched my breasts together, making a soft passage for his cock to slide between. It was slippery from my saliva and it slid through easily. He looked down at me, and I watched his cock as it approached and then entered my mouth. My tongue caressed it, then licked the end as it slid back out between my tits, back and forth, as he fucked me slowly. I knew he was loving every second of it, just as I was.
"Much as I would have loved him to come in my mouth like that, he said he wanted to fuck my cunt, so he slid his body down. His penis dragged across my stomach and landed right in my pubic hair, its end twitching, ready to plunge home into my vagina. "Slowly, Ray, slowly," I begged him. "I want to feel it a long time.' Gently, he pushed his shaft until it slid in, inch by inch, until it was all in, and we were joined cock to cunt, throbbing together in a culmination of passion. He began kissing my tits, rubbing his tongue over my nipples. I reached across his broad back and touched his buttocks, pushing my fingers between. My finger found his anus and I wiggled it inside. I could feel the hardness of his cock within his body, and I massaged it.
"He pumped away, slowly pushing his magnificent organ in and out of me, while my finger added to his pleasure and my body trembled with the fingers of fire that danced over my every nerve. His head came down and kissed me and our tongues caressed each other, sucking our lips, rubbing the insides of our mouths. We tried to join our bodies at every possible point, reaching the ultimate in sensual ecstasy. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him even deeper penetration of my vagina. With every thrust I felt his balls swing against my ass, rubbing and caressing my skin. I took my hand away from his anus and grabbed his sac, holding on to it, playing with his testicles as he was fucking me. As he lunged forward I held on, stretching them, digging in with my nails, knowing that this only added to his enjoyment.
"I loved the feel of those round circles of joy from which his seed sprang. I loved holding them in my fingers, knowing that here was the source of all the come that he was depositing within me. My own juices were flowing, giving him ease of entry, and I could feel them trickling down out of my cunt and between my legs, adding that musky odor to our activity, exciting us all the more.
"This was, without doubt, the best moment we had enjoyed together since we began our affair. All our inhibitions were gone, and there was no thought in our minds other than the complete giving over to pleasure. For me, it was a delight stemming from the beauty of his body and the size of his cock, which was now ramming in and out of my cunt, giving me the ecstasy that my marriage had never afforded me. Even my most passionate moments with my husband could never compare with what I was feeling at that moment with Ray. He was young and virile, and he was doing all that a man can do with a woman. I loved it, every great throbbing inch of the prick that was buried in my cunt. I forgot the disappointments of the past, the miseries I had had on occasion. Everything disappeared in a cloud of joy. Finally I had a man in me who satisfied my every yearning, and though at the back of my mind I knew it was a fleeting thing, I felt sure it would be a memory that would carry me through the lonely moments when Ray was no longer part of my life.
"Ray continued pounding his cock into me, and our bodies streamed with sweat. My breasts were rolling from side to side as we wriggled and pushed together, and my legs gripped him vise-like. I could feel the muscles in his back stiffen as he lunged forward. His arms were knotted from holding on to me, and the sight of his strength gave me added excitement and inspiration.
"I could feel the rising climax within me, and I knew that Ray could not possibly hold back much longer. The pressures of my vagina on his penis were more than any man could stand, together with the incredible thrills that we felt and shared in this moment of ultimate ecstasy. He gasped, 'I think I'm coming soon...' and I told him I was almost there myself. "Stop a moment," I said. "Let's make it last.' He shook his head. "I can't," he murmured. "I want to come. I want to shoot in you. Now ... now ... . " Then he lunged forward with such force that the bed rocked beneath us. I felt his cock inside me, throbbing and pulsating, and it seemed to thicken as it spurted out its load into my vagina, hot flushes of liquid that joined with my own in a glorious pinnacle of fucking. His hands gripped me so hard I almost cried out from the pain, but at that moment nothing mattered but our orgasm. He pumped, on and on even when he was through shooting, pushing his cock in and out until it started to soften. Then he collapsed.
"I unwound my legs and he sat back on his haunches. His prick slid out of me and hung between his legs. It was red almost all over from the exertion and the fucking, but it still looked like the most beautiful piece of meat I'd ever seen. He stared down at me and grinned. I knew he was more than satisfied and he told me so. "That was the best we've ever had.' he said. I nodded and gently fondled his cock.
"He lay down next to me and we lit cigarettes and relaxed, glowing all over from the warmth that our bodies had generated. It was a wonderfully peaceful moment, and we did not speak. My eyes caressed his body, and he was looking over me. I knew we were enjoying just the sight of our nakedness, side by side.
"To me, it was the most wonderful moment I'd ever had, so when I heard the front door click open, at first I didn't believe it. Ray's eyes opened wide and he stared at me. We both knew what was happening and who it was. "You didn't lock the dor," Ray whispered. "Jeez...' I was off the bed in a second, and reaching for my pajamas. At that moment, Jim walked into the room. He looked over, and when he saw us together there it was as though a bullet had gone through him. He was transfixed, not believing his eyes. I stared at him, and there was nothing any of us could say or do to alter the situation. I struggled into my pajamas, and then Jim was across the room, fire in his eyes, words spilling from his lips that I had never heard him utter in all the years we had been married. His fist lashed out and I felt it connect. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the floor. Ray had leaped off the bed, and he and Jim were fighting. Jim was powerful, but Ray was no baby and the two men were locked in violent combat. I guess if I'd had any sense of humor at that moment I'd have started laughing, seeing Jim, fully clothed, and Ray, stark naked, exchanging blows. But there wasn't anything funny about it, and we all knew it. But most of all I knew it was the end of my affair with Ray. I had no way of knowing what would happen then between Jim and me."
The psychiatrist heard all of Theresa's story and then talked with Jim. A careful analysis disclosed to both husband and wife the fact that marriage demands mutual enjoyment of all its aspects, including sex, and Jim's neglect of his wife's sensual nature had precipitated the affair with the younger man. Theresa admitted that this did not justify her actions, but it had happened nevertheless. The only way to preclude a repetition would be stronger attentions from her husband. Jim realized that if he wanted to hold on to his wife he had better fulfill his obligations in bed. The psychiatrist advised him to forget the incident and chalk it up to experience. For every action there is always a reason, and
Jim finally agreed that he had been lacking. He forgave Theresa, and they proceeded, hoping that things would improve. Jim made an effort, and decided to take two weeks off to go away with Theresa and start afresh. Their two weeks gave them complete freedom from their business and enabled them to reactivate their sex lives to the point that both were satisfied and happy with each other.
MY AUNT THE SWINGER
"I hadn't seen Aunt Susan in seven years. I was only fourteen then and I thought she was pretty hot stuff. She sang and played piano in clubs, and by the time I visited her she was a permanent fixture at this bar in Las Vegas, and had improved, if that were possible, in looks. But what got me was her boyfriend. He lived in one of those nudie apartment complexes where everyone swam without s w i m s u i t s and lay around bare-ass in the sun. I went with her that first day, and didn't want to be chicken, so I lay out there, too, but it sure was a problem not to get a hard-on with all those groovy chicks around the pool showing everything they had.
"Aunt Susan's boyfriend was a real cool cat, and he asked me if I wanted to make a threesome with her. I knew if I said no I'd feel like a kid or something, so I agreed, but I didn't know what the hell would happen, or who did what. So Ed (her boyfriend) and I went up to her apartment overlooking the pool and had a party.
"My aunt told me to call her Susan, because my calling her aunt made her feel old, and she said that thirty-five wasn't old. She had a real cool body, trim and slender, with big tits. I'd always liked big tits, and the chicks I'd balled in college had all been well stacked. I guess with sex, the more you have to offer, the better. I know Ed felt that way, because he remarked that I didn't have to be ashamed of what I had between my legs. He didn't have to be either, for that matter. His cock and mine were both a pretty good size. I wondered which one would get to Susan first.
"We climbed onto the bed and Susan started messing around with both of us at the same time, one hand on each cock. She looked at me with a smile, and asked me if I felt strange. I told her no, but inside I did feel a little funny having my own aunt play with my prick. She told me not to feel awkward, but just to relax. Ed laughed. He was around forty, I guess, but with a good build, and very handsome. He was a dealer at one of the casinos, and had been going steady with Susan for about a year. I wondered why they didn't just live together, but I didn't bother to ask. I knew they had fucked because they both had that real easy manner that people get after they're used to each other in bed. I wondered about Ed, really, because he wanted to watch Susan fuck me. I'd heard about people like that before.
"She got us both hard, and then she went down on me, closing her lips around my cock and sucking like crazy. It felt real good, and I leaned back and watched her. Ed was playing with his own cock and watching. I was circumcised but he wasn't, and he pulled his skin back and forth over the end of his prick, which was long and thin with a flat head on it. I had a thicker cock and Susan remarked about this, telling Ed I was competition for him. He didn't seem to mind this remark and said as far as he was concerned a cock was a cock, irrespective. Anyway, I couldn't have cared less at that point because Susan was sucking me, making me feel like I was floating ten feet up. She sure knew what she was doing. Her fingers were playing with my balls, and the sensation was better than with any chick I'd ever balled before.
"I started moving my hips, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I guess she thought I was ready to come, because she stopped. "Your turn," she said, spreading her legs. "Don't you want to eat me?" She had a nice thin little snatch and so I went down, spread her labia apart with my hands, and pushed my mouth forward. I heard her say something to Ed, and the next moment he was lying down next to me, spreading her ass and licking her anus. By this time I couldn't care what he did, or what happened. I was wrapped up in the excitement of the moment.
"The way Ed and I were lying, our hips were opposite each other and our erect penises almost touching. Susan reached down, pulled them together, side by side, and began rubbing them gently. Ed's foreskin afforded plenty of movement, and it sure felt good. Susan spat in her hand, and this saliva gave us added lubrication. It felt almost better than fucking, having her hands rubbing my cock against his. I could feel our heads rubbing, that real sensitive spot underneath the glans, and my whole body began trembling with sensuality. I went on licking Susan's cunt, and, finding her clitoris, began nibbling on that with my teeth. I could see Ed's tongue going like mad around her ass-hole at the same time, and I knew she was feeling good. She began moaning and twisting her hips, and I could taste her juices coming out of her slit. Ed was making little sounds in his throat that obviously told us he was enjoying it.
"I thought I would come any minute and pulled my cock away from Susan's hand. She laughed. "About to pop your nuts?" she asked teasingly. "Maybe you'd better.' 'Let him fuck you," said Ed. "With that cock of his, it'll be good watching.' So she lay down on her side and lifted her legs. "Come on, Les," she said. "Sock it to me.' I lay next to her and pushed my cock until the head was at the opening of her vagina. Ed leaned forward to get a good view, masturbating himself at the same time. I fell on top of her and pushed my prick all the way home. Susan squirmed and let out a gasp. "Jeez, that's great," she said. "Fuck me, Les. Fuck me good.' I began pumping in and out, while I kissed her tits. I nibbled on her nipples and she twisted her hips, making her cunt contract and give my cock even more sensation. She wasn't the tightest pussy I'd fucked, but she was fine. Ed was watching all the time, and then I felt him scoot down behind me. His hands went to my ass and spread my buttocks. Next thing, I felt his tongue on my ass-hole, sucking and licking. It was the wildest sensation ever. He licked and sucked until my anus relaxed and I felt the tip of his tongue going in and out.
"I was busy concentrating on Susan, and didn't notice that Ed had risen on his haunches and was pushing his cock between my buttocks, but as soon as the head of it pushed into my anus I was aware that he was trying to fuck me. "Cut it out," I said, and they both laughed. "Easy, baby," he said. This doesn't hurt a bit if you relax.' He pushed gently, and for the first time I had a man's cock up my ass. It slid in quite easily, and once it was inside I felt the most incredible sensations, as though the ecstasy from my penis had been doubled. I was being massaged from the inside at the same time as I was fucking on the outside, pushing my cock deep inside Susan in rhythm with Ed's screwing me in the ass.
"I was too wrapped up in the sensuality of the moment to question too deeply what was happening. If Ed liked to fuck me, and he was able to, all I had to do was enjoy it, and I did. I had often thought of the act, but had never indulged. Now I knew why some people enjoyed it. It felt real good, especially as I was screwing a broad at the same time. I felt a greater thrill than I ever had before starting deep inside, and I knew I was going to come. I bit on Susan's tits real hard and she cried out. Then I felt my cock expand within her and I ejaculated, load after load into her. As I climaxed, I knew my ass was contracting, and this must have made Ed pop his cork. He moaned out loud and plunged his rod into me. "I'm there! I'm there!' he shouted, and we all thrashed together on the bed, rocking to the rhythm of three fucks at the same time. I can never describe how I felt. It wps better than anything I'd ever enjoyed before."
Susan Harris began her singing career in Atlantic City and slowly worked her way across the country until she made one of the better lounges in Las Vegas. Her easy style and good rapport with the customers soon made her a permanent fixture behind the piano in the South Seas Room, where she became as big a draw as the one-armed bandits in that city.
A highly ambitious woman, Susan had never seriously considered marriage, and as a result had remained single, with an occasional affair to satisfy her naturally sensuous nature.
After her first year's contract in Las Vegas was renewed, she decided to settle down there, at least for the next few years, and she began an affair with Ed Snowden, who worked in one of the casinos and lived in an apartment complex where nude bathing was the rule at the pool. Susan spent many hours over at Ed's, and the free and easy atmosphere and sexual laxity of the occupants soon drew her into a promiscuous life where she indulged in sex not only with Ed, but with others at the apartment complex. Ed enjoyed sex of any kind, and the more the merrier as far as his tastes were concerned. He received as much enjoyment out of visual participation, and Susan's lack of inhibition lent itself to the threesomes and foursomes that often occurred among the residents.
Susan's only sister, Phyllis, had married early in life, and when her only son, Leslie, was about ten the family moved to Phoenix, Arizona, where Phyllis' husband got a very good position with an accounting firm.
As Susan settled down in Las Vegas, she made occasional trips to Phoenix to visit Phyllis, and enjoyed the congenial family atmosphere of her sister's home. She found a ready fan in her nephew, Leslie, who looked upon his aunt as a big star. When Leslie was fourteen, Phyllis took him to Vegas and they spent an evening at the piano bar, listening to Susan. Leslie was entranced and went back to Phoenix filled with adoration for his aunt, who was not only very talented, but very attractive.
Leslie graduated from high school and was sent East to college, and only after his twentieth birthday did he have the opportunity to visit his aunt again. Phyllis suggested that he spend a couple of weeks in Las Vegas taking in the sights and staying with Susan. Leslie was most enthused over the idea, knowing that he would have a different appreciation of the town now that he was no longer a child.
Leslie had indulged in sex with several girls in the East and was aware that his good looks provided him with a ready passport to a young lady's affections. He looked forward to his stay in Las Vegas and hoped there would be the opportunity to find himself a girl or two. He had no idea that his first sexual encounter would be with his own aunt and her boyfriend.
Leslie arrived, and was even more taken with Susan than he had been six years before. Susan was extremely lovely, and her free and easy attitude struck a responsive chord in Leslie. She took him over to Ed's apartment and they went out by the pool to swim and sunbathe. The nudity was a little strange at first, and Leslie found himself getting stimulated by the girls lying around without their clothes, including his aunt, whose body was in great shape. The scene had its effect upon him, and although he did not become fully aroused his sex organ enlarged enough for Ed and Susan to notice, and admire inwardly.
Ed, perhaps a little more libidinous than most, suggested to Leslie that they have a threesome. Leslie was taken aback, but did not wish to appear juvenile, and agreed. They retired to the apartment, where Susan fellated her nephew and allowed him to have intercourse with her. While on top of his aunt Leslie was impaled by Ed, who enjoyed anal as well as vaginal encounters. Leslie had never experienced this before, and found himself enjoying the erotic sensations.
After the initial experience, Leslie found his inhibitions, such as they were, no longer a barrier to frequent sex episodes with Susan, who sometimes included Ed, sometimes not, depending on her mood. She taught her nephew many new procedures in sex, and after the first week Leslie was anticipating staying longer than the scheduled two weeks with his aunt.
However, one night, as Susan and Leslie were in bed having sex, there was a ring at the door. Susan, thinking it was Ed, went to the door in the nude, leaving Leslie in bed. Instead of her boyfriend, Susan saw her sister, Phyllis, standing there. She said she'd decided to come over and join her son for a few days and then travel back with him. Before Susan could stop her, she entered the apartment. The sight of her sister in the nude did not disturb her, but when Leslie wandered out of the bedroom stark naked and with an erection, Phyllis realized that something unusual was going on.
She accused Susan of leading Leslie astray, and gave her son a violent tongue-lashing. She insisted Leslie get dressed and join her at a motel. They returned home to Phoenix the following day after Phyllis and Susan had a parting of the ways, with Phyllis accusing her sister of being a degenerate.
Back home in Phoenix, Phyllis discussed the matter with her husband, who agreed that it was not the most pleasant episode but secretly thought it rather amusing, though he did not share this reaction with his wife. He pointed out to her that Leslie was twenty years old and had obviously been going with girls for some time. He was a man, not a child.
Phyllis, however, insisted that there had to be something wrong with their son for him to agree to such actions with his aunt, and wanted Leslie to see a psychiatrist.
Leslie was confronted by his parents and they all discussed the matter in detail. Leslie admitted that it might not be the most morally acceptable behavior, but after he related the circumstances of his first encounter with Susan and Ed his parents realized that it had been a case of out and out seduction by Susan and her boyfriend. Leslie argued that if his mother had walked in and found him in bed with a girl there would have been nothing more to it, but because it happened to be his aunt this made the difference. He did not see that it made any difference. He had not seen his aunt in six years. To him, she was a very attractive woman who desired relations with him, so why not?
Leslie's father was anxious to let the episode be forgotten but Phyllis grew more and more intense in her desire for Leslie to go to a psychiatrist. She claimed that he had a morally loose outlook, that he needed therapy to straighten him out and give him a normal attitude before he turned into a pervert.
Phyllis' hysteria stemmed greatly from her own rather narrow outlook. Her relations with her husband had been adequate, but rather out of necessity than sensual desire. Un-like Susan, Phyllis had been rather withdrawn, and in the area of sex definitely on the frigid side. She had witnessed her parents having sex one night and the apparent violence and moaning involved gave her an "antipathy to the act. She was only ten at that time, and by the time she reached puberty she was frankly terrified of the opposite sex. It was only due to a very gentle and understanding boyfriend that she was able, at the age of eighteen, to have intercourse for the first time, after which her attitude mellowed slightly. Phyllis still retained a hesitancy in her approach to sex. After her wedding, her husband, a normally passionate man, found his wife almost unwilling, and only over a period of months was he able to get her to relax to the point where they both enjoyed relations together.
The birth of their son was a difficult one, and after this Phyllis refused to have any more children. Despite their lack of regular sexual intercourse, Phyllis and her husband maintained a relatively happy union. The subject of sex was not a major issue in their relationship.
However, Phyllis' attachment to her only son was a strong one. She had always felt overly protective towards him. During his teen years she did not object to his girl friends, but made it quite clear that he had to be home at a respectable hour. It was only when Leslie went East to college that his sex life really blossomed into what his normal instincts dictated.
Phyllis' discovery of his affair with his aunt was the most shocking revelation to her, and it brought back all the trauma she had experienced over sex in her early years. She felt that her son had been defiled, and was in danger of being perverted into a sex maniac through a loose attitude towards a subject which she felt should be held sacred.
Her arguments continued, and despite her husband's more rational and realistic acceptance of Leslie's actions, Phyllis adamantly held to her opinions. She stated that she would not allow her son to continue his schooling in the East unless he agreed to visit a psychiatrist.
Finally, Leslie agreed, feeling that if this is what it would take to placate his mother, it was little enough to endure. Phyllis made an appointment and Leslie attended several sessions at which the psychiatrist had him relate his background in detail together with all aspects of his sex life to date.
"It was difficult for me to have any sort of sex life when I was real young. I mean, just after I reached puberty, because mother was always on my back about not getting involved with girls. She's always had this hang-up about sex. I could sense it with my father, although we had never discussed it. But you know when your parents make little comments between themselves, thinking you don't know what they're talking about. But kids are pretty smart. At least I think I was, and I sensed that my father wasn't getting all he should have from my mother as far as sex was concerned. She was always talking to me about how loose some girls are, and how boys can get into trouble ... talk like that. I was only fourteen when I got my first piece of tail, and I was scared to death that my mother would find out. There was no way she could have, but I still was scared.
I knew I was able to come because I had my first orgasm when I was about thirteen. A friend and I were messing around in the showers one day and we both got hard-ons. I think he was kidding me because my cock was bigger'n his and he grabbed it. By the time we were through he had jacked me off and I had shot all over the floor of the shower. It was the first time ever and I was real proud of myself. After that, I would masturbate in the bathroom every night, always taking a picture of a girl to look at while I did it. Then I met this girl at school, and she thought I was pretty groovy. She told me she thought I would be fun to kiss, so one afternoon after school we went out together, way out on the edge of town where there are lots of trees. We found a spot real private and we lay down and started necking. I got real hot and hard and she felt my cock. She remarked that it felt bigger than some of the other guys and then I knew that she'd been messing around already and knew what to do. I didn't let her know that I hadn't ever had anything to do with a girl. I just lay back and let her play with it. She took it out of my pants and examined it all over, telling me how nice it looked and everything. I reached over and touched her leg, and before I could do much more she had dropped her panties and was showing me her twat. It was the first time I'd seen one real close and I almost came right then. It was nice and smooth, with not much hair on it, and it was oozing juices. She told me to stick my cock in. She lay back and spread her legs and I climbed on her. I was trembling all over as I felt the head of my dick touch her skin and slide all the way in. She squealed and twisted her hips and said it was so big it hurt her, but by this time I'd started coming. I shot in her, and then went soft and pulled out. She giggled and said it felt good, that she was just crying out because she had read in a magazine that girls should always cry out to make a man think they've got a real big prick. But then she assured me that I really did have a big one. That made me feel good.
"I used to screw her quite often after that, whenever we had the chance, and after the next couple of times I wasn't so nervous about it. We took our time and it really was great. But then her family moved away and I found I didn't have a sex partner any longer. I tried to start something up with other girls, but it was about six months before I found one who would do anything with me, and she wasn't nearly as willing as the first one.
"Anyway, by this time I was getting really interested in my school work, and was studying hard, so I sort of lost interest in sex for a while. It was only when I graduated and went East to college that I started screwing around again. The first girl I went with was named Betsy, and she was from New York. A real good looker, with big tits and a great figure. She started talking to me in our English class, and came back to my room to study. We studied about a half hour and then I tried to kiss her. She said she had really wanted to do that all along because she thought I was the best-looking guy in the class. It took us about five seconds to take off our clothes, and then we lay down on my bed and I banged her right away. I guess I was so anxious I forgot about all the preliminaries. She said she hadn't come, so she sucked me until I got hard and then she told me to fuck her again so she could reach a climax. That second time was real groovy. I must have screwed her for about a half hour before I came again, and by this time she had come, clawing my back and screaming, telling me how great it was, and that she loved me, and all that crap. I think that was when I began realizing that the second time is often the best. You don't come so quick, and you can enjoy the sensations without worrying about the climax.
"Betsy and I used to screw quite often after that, and she always said she was in love with me, but I didn't want to get emotionally involved. Besides, I knew I wasn't in love with her. She was merely someone to bang and that was all. A chick has to really have something more than just sex to make me feel I'd fall in love with her. I've never really been in love, I guess, although I've often wondered if I ever will be. I guess when it happens it will really hit me hard. But until then, I'll be just as happy fucking.
"Which is probably why I grooved on the scene with my aunt. I had never gone with a woman that old before, and if she weren't such a good looker I guess I'd have never done it more than the first time. But Susan is a real humc-ger. She turned me on all right. You see, I Y "d only remembered her from when I was fourteen, and at that time I never even dreamed a thing sexual between us. She was my mother's sister. She was my aunt. That meant she was an older person, and even though she was very glamorous and sang in a big Las Vegas nightclub that still didn't mean she was someone I could screw. She was someone I admired, looked up to, worshipped, if you want to call it that. But that first day after I arrived there for the vacation I must admit I looked at her in a different light. I wasn't fourteen any more. I was twenty. I had had plenty of screwing by this time and I felt a little surer of myself. I'd had many chicks tell me I was good in bed, and that I had a nice big cock. I personally don't think it's that big because I've seen guys with larger ones. But it's the results that count, and every chick I laid at school always came back for more. That made me feel good, made me realize that I could pick and choose.
"The first few hours after my arrival in Las Vegas, to visit my aunt, she asked me if I'd like to come over and swim at her boyfriend's place. She warned me that it was one of those apartment complexes where everyone lay around the pool nude, and asked me if I had anything against that. I didn't want to appear chicken so I told her no, there was nothing wrong with a bare ass. She laughed at that. "You'll see plenty over there," she told me, 'including mine.' I told her if it looked as good as the rest of her, it should be really something. I remember she looked at me with an odd expression. "I think my little nephew has grown up," she said, 'and grown up into a real handsome guy, too.' She let it go at that, and we got in her car and drove over to Ed's place.
"I met Ed and liked him right away, and I knew he liked me. He put his arm around my shoulders and asked me if I minded that he and my aunt were lovers. I told him it was none of my business, and that kinda settled that. Then he said we'd better go out to the pool.
"Susan went into the bedroom, took off her clothes, and came back out. Ed and I had dropped our clothes in the living room by this time. I felt a little strange at first, but Ed made me feel right at home. I couldn't help noticing that he looked hard at me as I disrobed. And when I finally took off my shorts he whistled. "Wow, you've got something to match me," he said, and grinned. I looked at his cock and realized what he meant. We were both about the same size, only I seemed to be a little thicker, and I was circumcised, he wasn't. I guess his extra skin made him look bigger than he really was. Then Susan walked in, and I had to control myself not to start getting hard. She had a wonderful figure, real big tits, slender waist, and broad hips. It didn't look like there was an ounce of fat anywhere. Real groovy. Ed grinned as he saw my reaction. "Okay, Les," he said. "Just keep your pecker down. At least for now.' We all laughed, and walked out to the pool. That was when I really had to fight for control.
"There must have been about ten chicks out there, each one bare-ass naked, each one stacked like a Playboy centerfold. They all lay around, sunning, talking with each other. A couple of them had boyfriends who were young and well-built, and with a good piece of meat between their legs. It struck me that all the men there must have been chosen as boyfriends because of their physiques and penis size.
"Ed grabbed three lounge chairs, and we spread our towels and lay down. I couldn't help noticing that Susan and Ed both stared at my crotch more than once and then exchanged glances. I had begun to get hard, but not fully. I guess I had a half-hard. My prick was still soft and lying down, but it was thicker than normal. I felt that one touch or thought and it would spring up in a flash, so I purposely closed my eyes and lay back in the sun.
"Ed was lying next to me, Susan on the other side of him. His leg moved over and nudged me.
"You're not falling asleep, are you?" he asked.
"I told him no, I wanted to relax after my trip from Phoenix.
"You're missing all the scenery," he said in a joking tone.
"I'd better miss it until I get used to it," I replied. "Otherwise there's going to be rape by the pool.'
"I heard Susan laugh as she overheard this remark. "I don't think Leslie's the raping kind," she murmured, 'but I'm sure he knows his way around in bed.'
"Ed nudged me again. "Do you?" he asked.
"Do I what?" I said.
"Know your way around in bed," he said in a low voice.
"Of course I do," I told him. "I've been balling chicks at school for longer than I can remember.'
"Ever had a threesome?" he asked cautiously.
"No, I haven't," I told him. "like to try?" he said.
"I stared at him, and grinned. "I'll try anything," I said. "Especially now, with the mood I'm in.'
"Ed laughed. "You think you'd like to try with me and Susan?"
"This really floored me. When he had asked about a threesome, I thought he had meant maybe he had two chicks lined up for me. I never imagined it would be with him and my aunt.
"When I didn't answer right away, Susan spoke up, saying that maybe we'd better forget it. "You're too anxious, Ed," she said. "I knew you'd like him.' Then I realized that Ed must swing both ways ... that he enjoyed both men and women, and obviously Susan didn't object.
This was something new to me because I'd always thought that men like that were not as masculine looking as Ed. He was as straight-looking as they come. Once, in school, a homosexual had approached me and I put him off because I was balling this chick and had no desire for second best. The guy was an obvious fairy, and I couldn't see myself going for that. I'd played around in the showers at school when I was younger, but since I started going with girls I'd had no sex experience with men at all.
"I was really kinda shook up that Ed wanted sex with me. I immediately figured that he had used Susan as bait to get to me, and I really didn't know what to say. I didn't want to cause a scene at the pool. Above all, I didn't want to upset my aunt on my first day with her. I felt I had only one course open: to agree, though I had no idea what would happen or who would do what. In a flash, I pictured Ed screwing Susan, but then where would I fit in? Unless ... and then I realized that perhaps Susan wanted me and Ed. I'd heard about women who liked to have two men at the same time, maybe having one fuck her while she sucked the other one. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind at that moment, and when Susan spoke up I knew I had to quell her putting Ed down. I turned to her, and smiled.
"I'm game for anything," I said as firmly as I could, 'as long as ... Susan is.' I hesitated before calling her by her name without the 'Aunt' before it. She grinned. "You realize, Leslie, that this will be our little secret," she said. "I know you're a big boy now, but I'd hate for your mother to get any ideas that I was leading you astray.' Ed turned to her. "He's not just a big boy," he snapped, 'he's a man. Anyone can see that.' 'Okay, okay," she said, rising from the chair. "Let's go inside.'
"As the three of us made our way back into the apartment building, I noticed a couple of the guys grinning at Ed. I knew then that everyone knew what was going to happen and I felt a little funny, but what the hell ... no one there knew I was Susan's nephew, so what difference did it make? And what difference should it make, anyway? Even though she was my aunt, she was a groovy looking broad, and lots of broads of thirty-five or so will dig a young stud, and I was quite willing to be a young stud. My only apprehension stemmed from Ed's presence. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I soon found out. After we'd all finished our first go-round I knew that I was in for a swinging time in Vegas. I couldn't care less about the casinos or the shows. All I looked forward to was sex with Susan, and if Ed joined in, fine, because he had showed me something new that I had also enjoyed.
"Susan had sucked me, I had fucked her, and Ed had fucked me, and we all reached a climax, and it was great. We lay on the bed, and as I looked at them they both grinned at me, and Ed asked me if I had enjoyed it. I told him I had, and he asked me if I'd ever been fucked before. I told him, no, but there was always a first time for everything. Susan laughed. "Even a first time for screwing your aunt," she said.
"I don't look on you as my aunt," I told her truthfully, 'You're the most beautiful broad I've ever seen.'
"Ed roared. "Quit that," he said, 'She'll be impossible to live with.' She leaned over and tweaked his prick, and he jumped. "Watch it," he said, 'if you don't want it, don't hurt it.'
"I want it," she said, and rolled over so that her head was between his legs.
"Her lips closed around the end of his cock, and started sucking. I watched, fascinated. She pulled his foreskin back with her hand and ran her tongue around the end of his head. She put the tip of her tongue on the end of it, right at the slit, and rubbed her tongue back and forth real fast. Ed had a wide cockslit and I could see it open and close each time her tongue passed over it. "Eat it, baby, eat it," he breathed, leaning back with his head on a pillow, watching her. She took his balls in one hand and rotated them in her fingers, while her mouth slid down all the way over his prick. Ed's prick was long and thin. It must have entered her throat every time she went all the way down.
"He grabbed her hair and played with it while her head bobbed up and down slowly as she took his organ in and out of her mouth. Ed looked at me. "Why don't you fuck her in the ass?" he said. "She-likes that.' 'I will when I get hard again," I said. I was still soft from my last fuck, and, although I was excited at watching her foliate Ed, I still wasn't erect. Ed laughed. "Come here, Les," he said. "Bring that big cock over here. I'll get you hard.'
"He reached over and grabbed my leg, pulling me towards him. I moved over, thinking he was going to masturbate me, but instead he lowered his head and went down on me. I've never had such a sensation. It was even better than Susan had done it earlier. If she knew how to suck cock, then Ed was a master. His firm jaws closed around my shaft, taking it all in, and his tongue felt like ten thousand needles of fire against my skin. He raised up a second and looked at me. "Jeez, you got a great cock," he said. "I like 'em thick like you.' And then he went down again, sucking hard. I felt his teeth nibbling on the end, taking the glans and rubbing it back and forth between his teeth while the tip of his tongue massaged the end. If I was soft when he started, I wasn't soft very long. I felt a surge within me, and within seconds it was as hard as a poker in his mouth, throbbing and pulsating with excitement.
"His head came up and down with a practiced movement, his hands played with my balls. His finger moved between my buttocks and up my ass, still loose from his own cock a while before. I felt it inside me, rubbing my hardness from within, while his mouth gave me incredible sensations on the outside. Automatically I started moving my hips, pushing my prick as far as I could. I felt it hit the back of his throat, and he made little animal moans.
"All the time, Susan was chewing on his meat, just like a cat playing with a mouse, and from the look on her face she was loving every minute of it. I watched her, bent over as she concentrated on him, her lovely breasts hanging below her body, swaying gently with her movements, the nipples brushing the sheets and obviously giving her extra thrills. I wanted to reach out and touch them, and I saw no reason not to.
"My hands closed around them and I felt the wonderful smoothness with the little marbles at the end. It excited me even more, and I felt my prick practically stretching out of its skin. My jerking became faster, and Ed must have realized that I was soon approaching another climax because he lifted his head off. "Go on, fuck her ass now," he said. Without a word, and without lifting her mouth off Ed's penis, Susan lifted her rear end slightly. I moved around so that I could push my hard organ towards her, pushing between her smooth ass and feeling the head touch her anus.
"I was trembling with anticipation. My prick was slippery from Ed's saliva, and there was no hesitation on my part. I pushed, and it slid into her all the way. She squirmed with pleasure as she felt it go in. "Fuck me good, baby," she said, lifting off Ed for a moment to speak, and then descending once again on her lover's crotch to take all his meat within her mouth as she felt all of mine start pumping her ass. Ed let out a moan. "Jeez, this is great," he said, and as I felt his hands on my ass his head came forward and his mouth covered my anus, his tongue sliding around my orifice, tonguing me and pushing into me while my cock was buried deep in Susan. It was a tangled mess of bodies, each one enjoying the other to the limits of sensual delights. I was blowing my mind.
"I put my hands around Susan's body and grabbed her breasts again. One tit in each hand, I hung on, pinching and feeling them, pulling at them each time I rammed my rod home into her ass-hole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her still fellating Ed, whose body was tensed with his exertions, his muscles standing out firmly on his trim body. He licked my ass-hole, and then ran his tongue all over my buttocks, up each side and down the crack. Then he took my balls in his mouth and sucked them hard, rolling them around with his tongue. But he always came back to my anus, which pleased me.
"By this time, I had realized the wonderful extra pleasure that could be felt that way. Up until then I had thought sex was only for the front of the body. Now I knew there was double the enjoyment to be had and given with this new avenue of sensuality. And Ed sure knew how to do it. He was kissing my ass-hole like he was eating an ice cream cone. His fingers held my buttocks, caressing them with his fingernails, adding to the shivers that flooded over my skin and the ecstasy that went deep into my loins. I was feeling prickles of delight up and down my cock as well, each time it entered Susan's anus. I pushed it all the way in, then slowly pulled it back out until it almost slipped from her sphincter, then rammed it home again. As I oushed it forward, Ed would hold my balls, stretching them away from my body, which made the skin around my cock as tight as a drum, increasing the sensations of Susan's body enclosing my shaft. I could feel her body twitching as though she had a mouth inside her, sucking and biting my glans.
"I felt my orgasm coming but I didn't want to shoot then, so I pushed all the way in and held it there, not moving. Ed lifted his face from my buttocks. "You gonna come?" he asked. "I am, too. Let's come together. Go, Susan. Bite it hard, baby.'
"He lowered his face to my anus and I heard a slobbery sound as he rammed his cock into Susan's mouth. I started fucking again, and this time it felt so good, I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to.
"Maybe it was the thought that Ed was going to come at the same time as I was ... I don't know. But I went at it, good and hard, feeling the growing urge within me, the approach of climax, and then, as I felt Ed's tongue push violently into my ass, I rammed home and let my cock stay there, pulsating, and it seemed to thicken as I shot load after load into her. Ed could tell I was coming, and he licked me quicker and faster, making my ejaculation the most spectacular I'd ever experienced. I thought I'd never stop coming. I heard Susan making grunting sounds and I could picture her throat distending as she took Ed's long thin cock deep within her, his seed spurting over her tongue and down into her.
"The sweat was pouring off our bodies and we finally collapsed. Ed lifted his face off my ass and put it under my balls, watching my cock as it slowly got soft and slipped out of Susan's anus. He took it in his hand and felt it. "Wow, that's a beauty," he said, 'I'd like it up me next time.'
"I stared at him, and then laughed. "We'd better wait a while," I said, 'I've already come twice today.'
"That's okay," he replied, 'Let's go out to the pool and cool off.'
"Susan sat up, and wiped her mouth. "Keerist, but you shoot a load," she murmured.
"Ed kissed her gently on the mouth. "You love every drop of it," he replied.
"She stood up, and looked down at us. "You're both beautiful," she said softly, 'I hope we'll have more good fucking soon.'
"Ed slapped her on the ass. "You'd better believe it," he replied, 'With Les here, we can really go to town.'
"I smiled at them both. By this time, all my inhibitions had flown. I reveled in the complete sensuality of the scene. Susan was a delicious broad. Ed was a wild cat, and my introduction to anal sex had been more than enjoyable. I wondered whether he would want me to fellate him, and I didn't know whether I could do that. I'd never had any desire to do that, but I guess there's always a first time for everything. I knew that my vacation in Las Vegas had started off pretty wild, and it looked like it would get even wilder. It did, and I loved every minute of :t. I didn't think anyone could fuck so much and so often.
"We went out to the pool and laid down. One of the guys came over and spoke to Ed. He stared down at me, and he could see from my cock that we'd been fucking. My cock was red, and still thicker than normal from all the activity. He smiled and told Ed it looked like he had found a great addition to the family. After he left, Ed turned to me and asked me what I thought of the guy. I told him he seemed all right. He was very handsome, that I couldn't deny, and had a good build and an average size cock. Ed laughed. "He wants to ball you," he told me. I told Ed that I didn't mind what had just happened, but I liked girls. "You'll like everything by the time you're through here," he replied. "Sex is sex. What the hell's it matter who swings on your dick as long as you're feeling groovy.'
'I still like girls best," I told him, not wanting to get into an argument about that subject right then.
"Susan laughed. "I hope we're not corrupting you, Leslie," she said. I told her that wasn't the case, it was just that I liked screwing girls better than the idea of having sex with another man. "Okay," she said. "We'll screw alone tonight. Just you and me. How's that?" I smiled at her, hardly believing my ears. "You're not going to peter out on me?" she asked. I shook my head. "By tonight, I'll be ready to go again," I said.
"We lay out at the pool until dinnertime, and then we all got dressed and went to a restaurant. Susan and Ed had quite a few drinks and were in real good spirits. I had a few myself, and by the time we got back to Ed's place we were all feeling pretty groovy. Susan said she only got tanked one night a week, and that was on her night off, which was this particular night. "So we don't have to worry about a thing," she said. "Ed goes to work at eleven, and he won't get back until breakfast. That gives us the whole night to enjoy ourselves.' She leaned over and kissed me, a real good slobbery French kiss that sent my senses reeling and my cock jumping, even though it wasn't hard. Ed leaned over and grabbed my cock, and at the same time grabbed one of Susan's tits. "I'll be thinking of both of you while I'm working," he said. "And I wish I could be here. But then ... there's always tomorrow.' Susan kissed him. "Sex maniac," she teased.
"Ed left us then, and Susan carelessly undressed and lay down on the bed. "Come on, I'm waiting," she said. I stared at her. "Gee, you're beautiful," I said. She laughed, and then lit a cigarette and watched me as I took off my clothes and came over to her. I had half a hard on by this time, even though I didn't want to have sex right away. I just wanted to hold her, and make love to her quietly. She looked up at me. "You're beautiful, too," she said, 'And to think you were such a shy little kid at fourteen. You've sure grown up in a hurry.'
"I sat on the bed, and put my hand on her shoulder. "And I'm growing up even faster with ou," I told her. T couldn't want a better teacher, either.'
"She reached up with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft and she let them touch mine, and then, very gently and slowly, she rubbed our lips together. It was like a feather on my skin, and the effect was devastating. I felt my prick almost jump to attention. Her hand strayed down my chest to my crotch and she closed her fingers around my shaft. "It's a beautiful cock you have, too," she said. "I'm going to make him feel good in a minute.' I lay down next to her, and took her in my arms. She was so responsive she almost melted against my body, what with her breasts touching my chest and her legs enclosing my erect penis.
"I kissed her cheeks and her eyes, and then let my lips slide over her ears and down to her neck, nibbling slowly. This seemed to drive her out of her mind and she began squirming. I could feel something slippery around my cock, and I knew her cunt was oozing juices that were running down between her legs and lubricating her skin. I almost shoved my dick into her then, but I held back. I wanted this moment, alone with her for the first time, to be the greatest. She seemed to sense this, too, because she made no effort to maneuver her cunt around my cock. Her mouth went wild, however, and before I could start tonguing her tits she had pushed me back and lowered her head on my chest. She ran her lips over it, and sucked on my nipples. "I love smooth chests," she told me, 'And yours is great.'
"I didn't tell her, but lots of chicks had said the same thing. I've always had a good chest development, and because of the Indians in my background I guess I don't have much hair. In fact, I only have hair in my pubic regions, and hardly any elsewhere, except on my head. I felt her tongue sliding over my chest and my stomach and finally come to rest at the base of my prick. Slowly I saw her slide up to the top, each touch of hers sending fingers of fire through my loins. Her mouth closed over the top, and my cock jerked spasmodically from the feeling of warmth that encircled it. Then the ecstasy of her mouth around my flesh took over in full, and I closed my eyes.
"I lay there, letting her fellate me to her heart's content because I knew subconsciously that this is what she liked. Her fingers enclosed my balls, her nails caressing the folds of skin and pulling through the hairs gently around each side, then down the middle and underneath to that smooth part. I felt her finger trace a pattern towards my ass-hole. I lifted myself slightly. I knew by now the added enjoyment from that part of the body. Gently, her finger probed my anus, went in, and started massaging. It was more than I could stand. My body started trembling and I wanted the taste of her pussy in my mouth. I swung around and went down on her.
She quivered as my hands spread her labia apart. My lips went forward, pushing into that dark cavern of delight. I found her clitoris and started sucking on it, nibbling with my teeth and licking the sides of that soft heavenly spot. I felt her mouth quicken around my cock at the same time, and my shaft go deep into her throat. We lay together, locked in that sixty-nine position, my arms around her, touching her ass, feeling all over it and down the crack to her hole, pushing my fingers in while I ate her pussy like I'd never done before. It was sweet and smelled great, musky and mysterious. The odors excited me, making my cock pulsate and thicken between her lips.
"I knew that if I continued like this I'd shoot off in her mouth, and, as I'd already come twice that day, I knew that once more would probably be my limit, and I wanted to come inside her twat. Sucking is fine, but it still doesn't beat having your cock deep inside a cunt that can grip it hard and give you all the pleasure a man expects from sex.
"I lifted my head off her crotch and sat up. She stared at me, and I slid around. "You know what I want now," I told her, and she nodded. "I want it, too," she said softly. "You're thicker than Ed, and I want that thing in my cunt.'
"Maybe it was the bluntness of her words, but I suddenly felt a swift surge of passion. I grabbed her body and slammed it against my own, feeling my cock press between her legs and push hard towards its goal. She opened her thighs and I felt the head of my shaft touch that soft, slippery opening. I put my lips on hers and rammed my hips forward. My prick slid in, quickly, violently, and she convulsed, and her breath exploded. "Jeez, baby ... " was all sircould gasp, and then our bodies were pounding together, her hips moving in rhythm with my own as we worked ourselves towards the wanted and inevitable climax. Thrills coursed through my body like never before. It was better than the times before, and our bodies responded to the excitement trembling and pulsating in every nerve.
"Earlier that day, with Ed, Susan had completed her orgasm without crying out, but now she started moaning, her voice rising to a soft shriek as my cock pushed deep into her vagina, its broad shaft quivering with excitement and sensual delight, expanding under the force of my thrust to give her even more pleasure, as it did me. "Oooh, fuck me, fuck me' she kept repeating. "Leslie baby, good cock, good cock, fuck my cunt good.'
"The rawness of her words, coupled with her clawing hands across my back and the vibrations of her body, drove me to a peak of animal intensity. My fingers gripped her soft flesh and pulled her to me as my hips pushed hard, driving my lance faster and faster, cleaving her cavern to gain the ultimate enjoyment. I could feel her approaching her orgasm, smooth tightness of her cunt caressing every inch of my penis with growing firmness, as though her folds of flesh were trying to squeeze every possible drop of sensation out of my length.
"As I rammed all the way in I could feel my glans being massaged, sucked, gripped by the innermost parts of her cunt, making that broad, flat of mine tingle and shake. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I hit deep, and their swinging against her body only helped my mounting passion. I wanted this to be the greatest come I'd ever had, and I was working hard at it. I knew she was, too. She was putting everything she could into satisfying us both at that moment.
"I remembered how great it had been with some anal stimulation before, so I put my mouth to Susan's ear and whispered to her, 'Put your finger up my ass.' She did not reply. She was too engrossed in the thrill of my big cock up her cunt, but she did move her hands down my back and grab my buttocks. I could feel her nails biting into me as one hand slid between my crack and found my anus. I imagined it might have been with the same force and feeling with which I had entered her, the way her finger pushed into me. There was a sudden stab as she inserted it, and then I could feel it moving around, touching every side, pressing hard against the rigid stem of my penis inside me, rubbing up and down, around, sideways, sliding in and out of my ass-hole. If her cunt felt half as good as my ass then, she must have been in heaven.
"Apart from the sensations that tingled up and down my prick, I felt a complete glow of satisfaction all through my groin from my ass-hole to-my cock and through my limbs. Susan must have known how good it was because she pushed a second finger into me. I thought I'd go through the roof. If one finger had felt good, two felt that much better, and my ass was relaxed and loose enough by now not to tighten. I felt her whole goddamn hand could have gone in there. No wonder she said she liked my thick cock. The thicker the better. All the more to make her feel good, just as her two fingers were making me feel that much better. Her other hand was holding my buttock, her nails digging in. Sweat was pouring out of our bodies, running down our skin. Where we touched, it was wet and slippery, creating even more sensations to delight us.
"I put my lips over her breasts and started biting her nipples, closing my teeth around those firm, hard, little heads, and sliding my tongue over her flesh. She arched her body to push them nearer my face, and this movement seemed to enable my cock to penetrate deeper into her. "More, more," she gasped, and then I felt her legs lift up and swing around my waist. She locked them there, holding herself up, allowing her twat to split open as wide as possible, and my cock to ram home another inch or two. I felt her juices running out of her crack, adding to the sweat that greased our skins. She was panting heavily, and my own breath was coming in deep gasps. I knew we couldn't last much longer. Our passion was too strong, our actions too violent, our excitement too consuming.
"As my cock hit home for the hundredth time I felt that familiar tingle deep inside. Even before I felt my seed start its journey from my balls to her cunt, she screamed out. "I'm coming ... Jeez, I'm coming ... Fuck me, you big-cocked stud, fuck me!' Then up through my shaft, it came, load after load of come, ejaculating so hard that I thought my ass was being blown off.
"It was over, and her legs dropped away from around my waist and I rolled off of her, my cock pulling out of her and flopping on the sheet. We both lay there, our eyes closed, our bodies glowing with streaming sweat.
"I don't know how long we lay there, but eventually I felt her hand on my arm. I opened my eyes and saw Susan staring at me. "You're something else," she whispered. "You, too," I told her, and kissed her lightly. Not long after this we both fell asleep.
"When Ed came in the next morning he had to shake us hard to wake us. I know I was exhausted from all the fucking, but it had been great. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to go again, and Susan needed no encouragement. She told me that she hoped I would stay longer than two weeks, so we could keep going. She loved sex, and she told me she liked my cock. She made a big thing over it, but truthfully, it isn't that big. I mean, Ed's was about the same, only not as thick. A couple of the guys around the pool had cocks much bigger than Ed's or mine, and I knew from the way they had talked that they'd joined in with Susan before. I had the feeling she had fucked every guy in Las Vegas. Anyway, that didn't change my feelings for her. And Ed didn't mind her having one or more guys in bed with them both. He sure enjoyed the threesomes and foursomes that we had over the next week or so. I haven't had that much sex ever in my life, and I sure grooved on it.
"I think it was just lucky that the night my mother arrived unexpectedly Susan and I were alone. In fact, we were in bed, just messing around, waiting for Ed and another guy to join us. We weren't fucking, but I had a hard-on because Susan was going down on me. She told me that although she liked being fucked in the ass, or in her cunt, she really enjoyed sucking a man's cock the most. She still could have taken lessons from Ed, who was the best cocksucker ever, but she did all right.
That night, I was lying back and she was between my legs, her lips sliding up and down my rod. That was when the doorbell rang, and she smiled at me. "There's Ed now," she said, sliding off the bed. "I hope he brought Johnny with him. Johnny's great, and a real big cock.' She went to the door, and of course I lay there waiting. Then, when they didn't return, I decided I'd go inside. I walked in, still with a hard-on, and there stood my mother and Susan, talking in the living room. Mother took one look at me, and her face I shall never forget. She looked at me, then back at Susan, and said, 'Leslie, go put your clothes on.' As I left the room I heard her say, 'Susan, I'd like to know what's been going on.' Hell, I knew she was so mad she could hardly speak.
"I didn't blame her. Susan's her sister, and it's a bit rough to find out your sister's been screwing your own son. I didn't think anything of it, like I said before, because even though she was my aunt I hadn't seen her in six years. To me, she was a groovy broad, and after that first time in bed I just looked upon her as someone great with sex.
"I saw nothing wrong in it, but then my mother's always had a sex hang-up. I think that's why I'm an only child, and why she and my dad don't always make the scene. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that my mother and father haven't slept together in months. There's nothing wrong with me, though. I think I'm as normal as anyone. If it hadn't been Susan who was screwing me, it would've been some other chiek. I sure as hell didn't plan to spend two weeks in Vegas and not shack up at least once or twice. Just because it happened to be my aunt, doesn't make me abnormal, I feel.
"As for Susan, what she does is her own business, and I don't see how it can hurt anyone else. That's the way she lives, the "way all those people live out there. It's no Sunday School scene, but then what is these days? I think it's time my mother woke up to the fact that I'm not a child any longer. I can do what I want, and, sure as shooting, I'm going to sleep where I want. And if I get the chance to go back to Vegas I know damn well I'll be knocking on my aunt's door."
Leslie completed his story for the psychiatrist, and a week later Phyllis was called to come in and talk about the matter. The psychiatrist explained that he felt Leslie was a perfectly normal young man, perhaps a little oversexed, but there was no reason to suspect he had become perverted by his sessions with his aunt. He also stressed that there had obviously been a long-standing inhibition on Phyllis' part about the subject, as evidenced in her son's comments. He asked her if she did feel any reservations about sex. Phyllis admitted that she herself had never been totally adjusted to sex, a matter which had caused some problems between her husband and herself, but nevertheless they were happy together; they loved each other and had a solid relationship. She knew that her inhibitions had been a source of concern during her formative years, and she was afraid that her son might well mature with the same fears and problems that she had encountered. Apart from this, she was horrified that her own sister would indulge in relations with Leslie.
The psychiatrist explained that close relationships often come about between members of the same family, and, while society does not encourage or wholeheartedly approve, the fact remains and must be accepted as a social phenomenon. In the case of Susan, her appearance and life style was so totally foreign to her sister's that it would be unrealistic to expect more conventional behavior from her. She looked upon her nephew as a handsome young man and was attracted to him. The rest was only nature taking its course.
The psychiatrist felt that no psychological harm had come to Leslie, that he would mature to full manhood with no problems. His experiences had broadened his sexual knowledge and appetite, but had certainly not made him that much different from the majority of the younger generation today, whose sexual customs and habits are far freer than their parents'. The psychiatrist advised Phyllis to forget the incident and send Leslie back to school with her blessings. He also suggested that in the interests of her own happiness and her own marital security, she and her husband should try to work closer together to achieve a closer sexual compatibility. He said that it was not Leslie's attitude which demanded his attention but rather her own, and that her own life would be a lot happier if she were able to overcome her long standing inhibitions.
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"We'd had a few drinks and I guess my reserve fell away and I couldn't help myself. I'd been married to Walter for so many years, it seemed, and he isn't the sexiest man in the world. I mean, I love him and all that, but he has never really turned me on the way that David did, with his rugged build, deep tan, and sensual manner. I knew the moment he arrived that there was something between us. I hadn't seen him since he was about ten, and he had grown into a very handsome man. He was wearing blue jeans, and the way he filled them filled me with the worst longing imaginable.
So, when we were sitting together on the couch with about three drinks in us, and Walter not due home till morning, I'm afraid I went wild.
"David was leaning back, his legs spread before him, and he was telling me about some of his experiences as a cowhand on the ranch, but I was hardly listening. My eyes were glued to that big bulge between his legs, the way it protruded and stretched down one leg, and in my mind's eye I could picture the length of his penis, the way it was shaped, and the contours of it, every indentation.
"I decided to ask him how it was way out in Montana, without women. He was old enough to have known what sex is all about. I said to him, 'David, you must find it pretty lonely out there, week in week out. No girls, no fun.' He laughed and told me he was usually so tired at the end of each day that he never even thought about that. I put my hand on his leg and asked him if he had thought about it since he came to stay with Walter and me. He stared into my eyes and said that he had. "In fact," he said, 'I'm thinking of going out Saturday night and finding me a date.' Then he looked coyly at me. "Maybe I'll find one as pretty as you, Aunt Maureen," he added. I knew then he liked me so I let all caution fly out the window. I reached up his leg and gently squeezed his penis. "I like you, David," I said in a voice that I hardly recognized as my own. "Maybe I can make up for those lonely nights.' When my hand touched his crotch I felt him start, but he didn't try to pull away. He sat there, his drink in his hand, and smiled at me.
"My fingers started feeling his organ and I could tell he was beginning to get an erection. My heart was beating wildly, not only because of the thought of sex, but because what I held in my hand was obviously much bigger than what I had been used to with Walter. David stretched his body so that his hips moved down on the couch, bringing him closer to me, and enabling my hand to feel everything he had, prick, balls, and everything.
"He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. I put my drink down on the coffee table and moved closer to him. By this time, he had a noticeable hard-on pushing against his jeans and straining to get out. I unzipped him and reached inside, pulling out his shaft. Oh, what a glorious sight it was! Long, fairly thick, and with a deep tan on the skin, which extended all the way over the head. He was not circumcised like Walter, and this made him look all the longer and more appealing. Gently I closed my fist around it and pulled back on the skin, which slid back to reveal a bright red head, glistening in the light, already with a pearl of lube oozing out of the wide cockslit. It was the most appealing thing I'd ever seen. And without any hesitation, my head went down and I closed my lips over the end. As my warm mouth enclosed him I heard David groan in appreciation, and I felt his hand come down on my head, holding me gently and pushing me down. I pulled his fly wider to allow my hands to reach his balls. He scooted his rear end up and slid his jeans all the way down to his knees, baring his crotch to my hungry eyes. His stomach was firm and flat, and heavily tanned, like his penis. He had hair starting at his navel, growing bushier around his pubic area, a positive jungle of dark brown, and out of the middle this beautiful cock growing to full height, throbbing in anticipation.
"I seized his balls and played with them, rotating each one in my hands while my lips caressed his glans and my mouth slid down his shaft, taking it all, feeling it bump against the back of my throat. I swear it was the largest cock I'd ever encountered, and every particle of me responded. Sex with my husband had never been particularly exciting, and now I had someone who thrilled me beyond measure, who made me want to do every possible perverse thing I'd ever dreamed of. David was a dream boy, a young man who every woman would go wild over, and here he was, lying next to me, his cock in my mouth. I almost had an orgasm right then from the sheer excitement of the moment.
"I felt his hands caress my ears, keeping my head down so that his shaft stayed buried deep in my mouth. My tongue played with it, sucking and licking, giving him every pleasure I knew. I kept my eyes open, taking in the wonder of his stomach and his thighs. In my mind I pictured his body naked, out on the plains like a primitive man. He must have been naked in the sun to get that tan, especially on his penis. Most men's penises are very white, but David's was dark, and this made it all the more attractive to me.
I've always liked dark-skinned men.
"Up and down my mouth went, my tongue doing everything I knew to give him sensation. I stopped at the end and pushed my tongue into his slit, licking it. He liked that, I knew, because he squirmed and moved his hips. I moved my tongue under his wide head, touching that sensitive spot. With my teeth, I gripped his foreskin gently and pulled it back and forth over the head, grinding my teeth so that he would get added delight. I had sucked lots of cock before, but never one that had thrilled me deep inside my vagina, making me feel almost as though it were inside me already, massaging my cunt with its length.
"David was making little moans and his body was trembling. I let my nails run through his pubic hair, then around his balls and underneath to that smooth spot between his scrotum and his ass-hole. I clawed down his muscular thighs, wanting to feel those quivers of sensual pleasure beneath my fingers. All the time my mouth was going like mad around his prick, which seemed to be getting even thicker as it pounded in and out.
"He was jerking himself so that his crotch was raised up as high as it could be in his position, getting as much of his prick into my mouth as he could. As I went down, my nose was buried in that thick dark hair, and I smelled the earthy, exciting odor of his crotch. My nostrils seemed to quiver with delight. My whole mind and body seemed to be floating. I was impaled on the end of this wonderful organ, the like of which I had never experienced before.
"I've heard some women say it doesn't matter what size a penis is, but let me tell you, the bigger they are, the better. At least, with me that's the way it is, and David's shaft had everything I'd ever wanted.
"I wanted this moment to last forever, but I knew this was impossible. The excitement of the moment, and my passionate sucking, had their effect. David's moans became louder and he cried out, 'I'm coming....'
At that instant, I thrust my mouth down, and at the same time he pushed his cock up and my hands felt his crotch throbbing and pulsating with his climax. My mouth tasted the sweet saltiness of his come, great loads of it bursting into me. I let him shoot it all and then swallowed, and held his shaft in my mouth as it slowly got soft. I had no desire to let loose, and we lay there in that position. I knew he was satisfied, and nothing can describe the glow that filled my body. For the first time in my life I'd gotten everything I wanted in sex from a man."
Oral preference in sex can stem from a number of childhood traumas, as well as conditions in early adult years. With Maureen Martel, it was a combination of both. As a child, she had been attacked by an older man. Fortunately, the man was interrupted before he could complete his violation of her, but the experience left a psychological scar which took years to erase, and which gave her an aversion to being covered by a man's body during intercourse. She preferred the active position above, and by indulging in fellatio rather than vaginal penetration she felt less prone to physical harm and complete submission.
She had her first voluntary sex experience in high school with a boy who attracted her with his skill as an athlete. Well-built and virile, he was the first boy Maureen felt a complete infatuation for. They went together for about a month before he made an advance, and she submitted, not to intercourse, but to oral sex. She fellated him in the front seat of his car one night after a movie, and found that she had enjoyed the experience very much. The boy did not object at all. In fact, he agreed that it had been ' just as enjoyable as vaginal penetration, with the added assurance that there was no pregnancy risk involved. He and Maureen indulged together many times before he moved away to another city to go to college. Shortly after this, Maureen met Walter Martel, an engineering student, and they fell in love.
Walter was anything but athletic. A little on the thin side, he was nevertheless very attractive, with a smile that captivated Maureen, and a manner which was calm, assured, and appealing. Maureen went out with him several times before they indulged in sex, and again it was strictly oral. Walter wanted her to have intercourse, but she refused. Her longstanding fears were still strong at that time, and she told him that she would fellate him as often as he wanted, but she did not want to submit to vaginal penetration. Within six months, Walter had proposed, and they were married.
Their first night together on their honeymoon, Walter raised Maureen to such a state of sensual excitement that she submitted to intercourse. Walter was very gentle, and, as a result, she grew to lose her fears, and finally enjoyed it as much as oral sex. However, deep inside, she still preferred to have a man's penis in her mouth rather than her vagina. Her love for Walter overcame her disappointment over his physical size. He was not overly endowed sexually, and while he was extremely sensual in their relationship Maureen often wished that his penis were larger. His build in general was slight, and she often used to fantasize during their sexual encounters, having the picture in her mind of the well-built, muscular athlete with whom she had gone during school.
Walter wanted children, but during the first few years of the marriage Maureen seemed incapable of conceiving. She consulted a doctor about it, but he could find no reason.
It was in the twelfth year of their marriage that Maureen finally became pregnant. Walter was overjoyed, and Maureen herself was happily surprised. Their baby girl, Stacy, was born, and shortly afterwards they moved from Chicago to Seattle, Washington, where Walter went to work for an aircraft company as an engineer. They settled down quite happily, and Maureen found her life completely taken up with raising her daughter.
Maureen's older sister, Ellen, had married very young and moved to Montana, where she raised a family of five boys, the oldest of which was David, who worked in his spare time on one of the ranches. He quit school in the tenth grade and went to work full time as a cowhand. The outdoor life appealed to him, and he had ambitions of having his own spread one day.
When David turned twenty, his mother suggested that he spend a week or two with his aunt in Seattle. She called Maureen, who said they would be delighted to have David visit them. She had not seen her nephew since he was a child, and she looked forward to his stay. However, she had no idea that David had matured very young, and at twenty he stood six foot two, and weighed almost two hundred pounds, all muscle. He was a man in every sense of the word, and on his arrival Maureen found herself completely captivated by her nephew. He had a rare sense of humor, and within a couple of days he had firmly .entrenched himself in the affections of his uncle and aunt. He got along well with Stacy, who adored her "cowboy," as she called him in her childish voice.
Despite her deep feelings for Walter, Maureen saw in David the image of the athletic type she had always preferred. Compared with her husband, David stood out in every way. His build, face, and manner were sexually exciting to Maureen, and each night, just before she fell asleep, she would think of him lying in the adjoining room, and wonder what it would be like to be lying next to him, feeling his strong arms about her, his body blending with her own. But, naturally, Walter's presence made this impossible.
About ten days after David's arrival, Walter got transferred to the night shift at the plant, ten in the evening until six in the morning. For the first few nights, Maureen and David would sit and watch television and then around midnight, go their separate ways to bed. Although David's eyes stayed glued to the screen, Maureen found herself staring at him more than at the programs.
There was an animal quality about his body which drew her attention. The way he would lie across the couch, his frame spread out and his legs stretching, the big bulge of his crotch showing clearly through, sent erotic thoughts flashing through Maureen's mind. The more she thought about him, the more she wanted him sexually. She remembered Walter's penis, and from the outward appearance of her nephew he obviously had more to offer. The titillation was more than Maureen could stand.
One night, after Walter had left for work, she brought out a bottle of Scotch and suggested they have a drink. David did not object, and after a couple of drinks they were both pleasantly relaxed. Maureen brought the subject of girls into their conversation, and then made a physical advance on him. He did not stop her, and she ended up fellating him. She found him better than her dreams, and he enjoyed the experience.
After their initial affair, Maureen and David indulged nightly in some form of sex, their activity growing more and more intense. For the first time in her life, Maureen discovered how enjoyable relations could be with a man. Not only orally, but in every other way she gained her satisfaction. David was a naturally virile young man, and the fact that Maureen was his aunt proved no stumbling block. He considered her a very attractive woman, and welcomed the sexual release she gave him.
Their affair would probably have never been anything more than a transitory experience, ending when David returned home, had it not been for Walter suffering a minor injury at work and coming home early one night. He walked in and caught them in bed together. He told David to pack his things and leave the next morning.
After David's departure, Walter and Maureen had a long talk. He was disgusted, and found his love for her stretched almost to the limits, but after she asked his forgiveness and explained how she had found herself carried away, he suggested that perhaps psychiatric help would help her to overcome her fixation about that type of man. He said that if it had happened with David it could well happen again with any other man who appealed to her in the future. He wanted to save their marriage, and as long as she had this hang-up he saw no hope for it. Maureen agreed to visit a psychiatrist, to whom she related her feelings about the affair with her nephew, as well as the details of her sexual encounters since childhood.
"The very first thing I remember sexually was this attack by this man. I was only about ten at the time. No, wait, I was younger, maybe eight or nine. It was so traumatic that I have difficulty remembering exactly. This man was a worker in the neighborhood. I think he had been painting some apartments close by and had seen me playing with my friends.
"He used to bring his lunch in a tin pail, and one day he offered me an apple, which I accepted. He talked to me and seemed very nice and friendly. In fact, we talked together every day for about a week. Then one afternoon I was playing in our back yard. It was late, and my friends had gone home, leaving me by myself out at the back of our garage. This man came down the alley, and pushed open our yard gate. He was very friendly and talked a few minutes before squatting down on the ground next to me and picking up one of my dolls. Then he" put out his arm and touched my shoulder. He said I was a very pretty girl, and asked me if I liked him. I told him I did, and then he asked if I liked him enough to kiss him. I saw nothing wrong in this, and kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed me and held me to him.
"I even remember today that sweaty smell of him, his work clothes, and his rough hands. He patted me and was mumbling something in my ear. It was the way he did it which terrified me, and I struggled to free myself, but the more I struggled the tighter he held me. He started covering my face with his lips, slobbering kisses all over me, holding my body close to his. Then I felt his hand go up my skirt and start feeling around my genital area, and he pulled my panties down and ran his fingers over my buttocks and over my labia. I started crying, not loud, but just enough to make him tell me to hush, that he wasn't going to hurt me, and just to stay still. Then I felt his finger pushing into my vaginal opening and I really got scared. I let out a loud shriek, calling for my parents. You would have thought the man would stop then and try to escape, but he had obviously gone too far. While I screamed my head off he held me, lowering his head and trying to suck my genital area. I remember his stubbly chin scratching my thighs as he pushed his face forward, his tongue protruding and licking me.
"To this day, I wonder how he managed to do as much as he did. I was struggling and kicking, not trying to stop him because I didn't really know what he was trying to do, but just because I was afraid of him now. I knew he shouldn't be trying to hold me so firmly, and that what he was doing was wrong. Then he threw me down on my back and covered me with his body. This was how my father found us as he ran round the garage. Daddy let loose with a kick which dislodged the man, who rolled away and sprang to his feet. Daddy knocked him down, and was shouting obscenities at him. I think if the rest of the neighborhood hadn't arrived then, my father would have killed the man. They held him down, and called the police. The man was taken away and I never saw him again. Daddy pulled me up and held me, trying to soothe me. I was frightened, terribly frightened. I told daddy that the man had tried to touch me "down there" but I guess my father didn't need any details to know what the man had been trying to do.
"My folks were very upset about it, but by bedtime that night I was fine, laughing and quite happy. But after that I began having nightmares, and every time there was this rough-looking man chasing me, and trying to get in my pants. It became a fear of mine, and I suffered greatly. I would awake screaming, and mother would try to comfort me. It was always the same. I would scream that this man was trying to do things to me. The nightmares stopped after a while, but as I grew older I retained an abiding fear of being touched by a man. I felt that every man was after my private parts, though I didn't fully comprehend why.
"I had a close girl friend, Sadie, who was two years older than me. Sadie knew about the episode, and she would tell me that the man was trying to put his prick in me. I asked why, and she would giggle and say because it felt good. I said if it felt good, why was I so scared?
"Sadie actually initiated herself into sex at about the age of twelve, and she told me about it, how great it was. Her boyfriend used to come round often, and Sadie asked me if I wanted to try it, because her boyfriend said he wanted to do it with me. One afternoon they both came by the house, and I was alone, doing my homework. I remember Sadie told him to take out his penis and show me. I'll never forget him unzipping his fly and taking out his penis, which was hard, sticking out like a white lollipop with a cherry on top. He told me to feel it if I wanted. I was naturally curious, and with Sadie there I saw no cause for apprehension. I put out my hand and felt it, and it did give me a strange thrill. Sadie said for me to let him stick it in my crack, as she called it, but then I got frightened again, and refused. Then Sadie went down on him and sucked him a little, and she told me to try that. It tasted good, she said. I did, and found it exciting. I stopped, but the boy told me to continue. He said I'd get some love juice out of it if I sucked it long enough, and he and Sadie laughed together, as though they knew something I didn't. I went on sucking him, and then it began jerking and he ejaculated in my mouth. When it first started coming, I didn't know what was happening and I automatically gulped. I tasted his come, and it was sweet and slightly salty. He didn't shoot too much, but I took it all and swallowed it. This really amazed him. He said that Sadie spat it out every time. Sadie said she didn't want to have a baby, and that stuff made you have one. The boy ridiculed her and said it didn't hurt you down your throat, only if it went in your cunt. That was the first time I'd heard a woman's parts referred to by that word. I think Sadie must have been afraid I would steal her boyfriend away because I had swallowed his come, and she never brought him around again. I was sorry, because I liked him, and I liked sucking his penis. That was my first experience with oral sex. It certainly laid the groundwork for me for my future experiences with sex. I mean, I didn't think about it or anything like that, but, a few years later, when the matter of boyfriends became more pressing, I remembered the experience and was able to cope with sex orally, rather than any other way.
"It was really in high school when I became very attracted to boys. Up until then they had been there, and I used to go with them to the movies and so on, but nothing really serious until I met Ronnie. He was an athlete, tall, good-looking, and more muscles than the rest of the class put together. I fell hopelessly in love with Ronnie. I wasn't a bad looker myself, so the feeling seemed mutual. At least, that's the way I read the signals.
"Ronnie and I began dating, and after about a month, I guess, he drove me home in his car one night and we began necking. Up until then, I had never let a boy touch me. Not even touch my breasts, or anything. But that night I was so madly in love with this handsome hero that when he put his hands around my breasts I didn't stop him. In fact, I undid my bra and he played with my tits and sucked them 'til I felt so hot I thought my panties would catch fire. I was dripping with eagerness, and when Ronnie put his hand between my legs he knew I was ready. He wanted to have intercourse, but my age-old fear asserted itself and I refused. However, by this time, his penis was out of his pants, and I had my hands around it. It was large and thick and so to satisfy him I went down on him. He started moaning, and saying how wonderful it felt. In fact, I remember him whispering, "Eat me, baby, eat me. Good pussy.' It didn't take him long to come, and he shot in my mouth, great loads of come which I swallowed with great joy. To me, this was the ultimate.
"I was really infatuated with him. He was my Greek god, my Adonis, my hero ... he was everything to me, but despite this terrifically strong feeling I couldn't bring myself to allow him to penetrate my vagina with his penis. The memory of that childhood attack was too strong. However, my natural impulses demanded sex, and I guess I compromised by fellating him. He said he didn't mind it because he was sure I wouldn't get pregnant that way. So, for all the time we went together, that was the only type of sex we had. He went down on me once or twice, and I enjoyed that. In fact, one afternoon when my parents were out of the house, we stripped and climbed into my bed together, sixty-nining until he came, and I felt sure from my ecstasy that I reached orgasm, too. Those days with Ronnie were really something. Talk about a teenage crush! It was a sad day for me when he moved away and our affair ended.
"Anyway, it wasn't too long before I met Walter. At that time I hadn't the vaguest idea he would end up as my husband. Walter was everything that Ronnie was not. I really am attracted to the muscular type of man, and Walter was thin, not skinny you understand, but not too much muscle, and not the most handsome guy I knew, either. But there was something about him ... perhaps his gentleness, his concern for my feelings, his general attitude, which made me realize that he was a man who would take care of me. Whatever it was, we started going together.
"My mother used to kid me about Walter, saying that I had gone from one extreme to the other: from football hero to bookworm. Walter was studying to be an engineer, and I think we only went out about once or twice a week; he was glued to his books most of the time. I didn't care, though, and finally we got married.
"Our honeymoon was really something. I had fellated Walter a few times before we married, but on our first night together as man and wife he told me he wanted more than just oral sex. I did not tell him about the episode when I was a child, and I guess all he suspected was that I did not want to put out to anyone before marriage. At any rate, Walter got himself a virgin on his wedding night, and if he hadn't been so gentle, and at the same time so sensuous, I'm sure he'd have never gotten as far as he did. But Walter knew his way around a girl. We crawled into bed, and he took me in his arms, and started kissing me. It was wonderful, holding his body close. This was the first time I'd had the full sensation, even thought Ronnie and I had gone to bed naked that one day. This was different. Walter and I were married, and mentally this made a big difference to me.
"I gloried in the feel of his skin under my fingers, and his hard cock pressing between my legs. My only sense of disappointment was in his penis. Ronnie had had a large, thick rod, with lots of skin around it, and it was great.
Walter's penis was thin, more I guess what you would call 'average size," and he was circumcised. Anyway, I was in love, and in the afterglow of the wedding it didn't seem to make that much difference.
"He began by kissing my breasts and running his mouth over my stomach and down to my labia. Then his tongue entered me, found my clitoris, and started sucking it. I was twisting and humping, and my whole body was tingling. I reached down and grabbed his penis, and I could tell how excited he was. Lube was oozing out of the end, and I rubbed it over his glans and started masturbating him. His penis was as hard as a rock. Then he climbed on and kissed me on the mouth. We clung together. Then I felt his cock slowly enter me, inch by inch, and before I could do anything he was in, bursting through, and whatever pain there was I ignored in the thrill of this deep vaginal penetration. He really went to town then, humping me slowly, in and out, until we both reached a peak and I knew he had shot in me. His body trembled and quivered, and he was moaning loudly. It was great! Looking back, I am thankful that Walter knew what he was doing, and helped me overcome my mental aversion to intercourse.
"As the years went by, we both enjoyed each other more and more, although many times we had oral sex rather than vaginal. By this time, I had told him everything, and he said if I liked sucking instead of fucking that was fine, but when he felt like it he made his wishes known, and I submitted. Actually, when Walter and I had been married about a year there was very little we hadn't done, although the oral method was still number one on my list of preferences.
"We started hoping for a family, but it was years before I got pregnant. In fact, only four years ago. I don't know what it was that prevented my conceiving before. I went to doctors about it, and heaven knows Walter tried hard enough, but I guess it wasn't in the cards. But we do have our baby girl now and we are both very happy with her. She is a source of great joy. In fact, I would say that I love Walter even more now than ever before, and I do want our marriage to grow, and remain the deep bond it always has been.
"But even in the moments of our highest ecstasy together I sometimes found myself thinking of Ronnie, and particularly his penis, which up to Walter's had been the last man's organ I had experienced. Every contour of it remained in my memory. Often when Walter was screwing me I would think of Ronnie's cock, and my enjoyment seemed to triple right then, just thinking of it. So when David came to stay with us, and he is so like Ronnie was, I found my thoughts straying to sex, and how it would be with him. It was something I almost couldn't control.
"Is it ridiculous to say such a thing? I mean, here I am, a grown woman, having feelings like that for my twenty-year-old nephew ... does that make me so perverted? All I know is that when David walked into our house a few weeks ago, my whole being responded. He's handsome, he's muscular, and the way he fills those jeans ... well, I could hardly keep my eyes off his crotch. I could tell he was well-built. The outlines of his cock appeared through the fabric of his jeans, and I could visualize every crease and fold of it. It was driving me out of my mind.
"In one way I loved it, and in another way I hated it. It was threatening my whole life, my whole existence with Walter. I began realizing how much I had missed by marrying Walter. Ronnie's organ came to my mind again and again, only this time it was David's. It all worked up to that first evening when I fellated him and he loved it, and we began our affair.
"After it was over, that first night, I naturally asked him if he felt any remorse over what had happened. He said not at all, it was great. What was the difference whether it was some broad, or his aunt? He didn't say it disrespectfully, or try to put me down. He was just being blunt and practical, the way he is. And he's all man, just the type that would turn on any woman.
"Well, the next night after Walter went to work, we really got into it. The first time, there had been some hesitation on my part because of the whole situation. But once we had overcome the first hurdle we felt no self-consciousness. We were two people attracted to each other, able to enjoy every aspect of sex. Walter had hardly been gone five minutes when David came up to me, put his arms around me, and asked me if I was in the mood again. I think if I hadn't been, his presence, the warmth of his body against mine, and his aura of sexuality, would have turned me on in two seconds. I kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'll always be in the mood for you," I replied. He closed his mouth over mine and our tongues met and caressed each other. I could feel his penis rising and pressing against me. I started oozing right away, and my breasts heaved. I wanted him to fuck me right then, so intense were my feelings for him.
"You know what I'd like," he said, and I shook my head, so he told me. "The last chick I slept with in Montana," he explained, 'she gave me a bath before we went to bed. It was real great, having her in the tub with me.' He didn't have to go on. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I told him I'd like nothing better.
"I went into the bathroom and ran the tub, then I went to my room and undressed. By the time I got back, he was standing before the mirror, naked, and I gasped at his body. It was the first time I'd seen him fully naked, and the effect was fantastic. His arms rippled, his shoulders were broad and smooth, and his chest almost hairless. The only hair he had on his body started just below his navel and trickled down to his pubic area, where that beautiful, tanned cock was hanging, waiting for me to minister to it.
. "I came into his arms and we embraced. It was heaven feeling my breasts crushed against his chest, his strong arms around me. His lips slid down my neck and then closed around one nipple, sucking hard and then nibbling. He cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed them until I was so hot I was gasping. By this time, he had a full erection jutting out before him like a signpost to paradise. "Okay," he said with a laugh, 'Bath time.'
"He climbed into the tub and lay back full length. His cock stood up out of the water and he flipped it with his hand. "Come and get it," he said in his Montana drawl. I stepped in and kneeled down between his legs, dropping my head to his penis and taking it in my mouth. He let me suck just a few seconds and then lifted my head up. "Okay, start with the soap," he said, grinning broadly. He handed me the soap, and I began by telling him to stand up. I knelt before him, soaping his legs, then his crotch.
"It was glorious, running my fingers up and down his legs, then up to his crotch, soaping his hair there, and then concentrating on his penis and his balls. I pulled his skin back and rubbed his glans, slowly, gently, knowing that the slower I went, the greater sensation he would enjoy. He loved it, and began moaning quietly. "Oh, that's wonderful," he said softly.
"He turned around, and I started on his back and his buttocks. His ass was firm and tight, and I dug my fingers in, pulling his cheeks apart and feeling for his ass-hole. I soaped that well and began massaging it. Slowly it relaxed so I could get a finger inside and begin massaging him there. My other hand went around the front and masturbated him. I could tell he enjoyed this because he began trembling, saying I'd better quit before he shot all over the bathroom. He sat down again and I finished washing his chest and back.
"While I was doing this, his hands were playing with my breasts, rubbing them all over with soap, and tweaking the nipples. Then he ran his hand down and felt my crotch. He stuck his finger in and played around there, sending chills through me. "Stand up," he said, and I did. His face came forward and he buried it in my pubic hair, licking and eating me. His hands pulled my labia wide open, and he ran his tongue up and down my slit, pushing in and sucking, then rubbing around. Fire spread through my loins.
"I wanted him then. I wanted that big cock of his buried deep within my cunt, giving me the ultimate in pleasure. "Come on," I said. "Let's go to bed. I can't stand this any longer. I want you.'
"We climbed out, dried off quickly, and walked into his bedroom. I told him it would be better to use his room instead of mine because Walter could tell from the sheets that I hadn't just been lying in bed reading. This was the wisest suggestion I ever made, because by the time I staggered back to my room hours later David's bed was a shambles. You'd think an army had marched through it instead of just two people indulging each other.
"We stood by his bed and he took me in his arms. "You know, you're really something else," he said, and kissed me so hard I thought my lips would bruise. Then he lifted me, lowered my body to the bed, and straddled me. I looked up at his handsome face above mine and my whole being shook with passion. It was hardly believable. David was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life, and here he was, his naked body on top of mine, his powerful frame encasing me, his penis pushing hard between my legs, ready to plunge inside me. I wanted him to fuck me so hard then, I could think of nothing else.
"I twisted my hips and felt the tip of his cock position itself, and then with a thrust he entered me. I gasped. He was big, and I wasn't used to a penis his size. I felt every inch of it slide all the way into my vagina, giving me sensations that I had long since thought I was unable to achieve. He put his arms out straight, supporting himself so that our bodies were joined only at the crotch. He looked down. "I like to watch my cock going in and out a pussy," he said.
"He stared down, and I lifted my head and watched, too, gaining added sensual enjoyment from the sight of his penis sliding into me, and then out. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, and it was wonderful to see the thickness of his prick slowly going forward, feeling the pressure inside me as it entered, and then the final slap of his balls against my ass. He left it in for a moment, and then pulled it almost all the way out, so that his glans was right at the opening, massaging my clitoris. I could feel that big head rotating and caressing me, and then slowly penetrating further, deeper, the thickness of his shaft following, sending chills of delight through my loins.
"Never once had Walter given me such pleasure. Never once had I imagined I could feel so good. I wanted it to continue forever, but I knew our passion had to be satisfied right then. We were both ready for this moment, and there would be more.
"I've always felt that the first orgasm is good to have quickly, then you can settle down to the matter of sensual enjoyment without worrying about orgasm. David told me later this was his reaction, too.
"He held himself up for a few minutes, and we watched our bodies as he fucked me. My breasts were standing up, their nipples real hard. David said he thought my tits were the best and biggest he'd ever had. He sure liked to suck them, too, and he did, many times.
"Finally, he lowered himself on top of me, his hips pounding quicker and quicker, and he closed his mouth over mine. His body was trembling, and I was quivering from head to toe. Our tongues went wild in our mouths, and his hands held me tightly. I had my arms around his back and my nails were digging into him. I wanted more and more of that cock in me, so I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He lunged forward, and I felt him penetrate my vagina even more. Then he started pumping, faster and faster. I could feel the force of his movements as his hips came down on my body. The sweat was streaming down our skins, and I knew my juices were seeping out of my cunt and running down my crotch. "Squeeze, squeeze it," he muttered, breaking from my mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, good pussy, good pussy.'
"I twisted my hips, and then a violent contraction occurred within me and I felt my own orgasm flood me. Then he cried out, 'I'm coming
. . . I'm coming ... . "
"Our bodies were pounding, pressing, fucking, and it seemed his cock grew ten times in size as it expanded with his climax. I could feel great loads shoot inside me, and with each shot he groaned, and kissed my neck and tits, sucking and biting. Then quickly he collapsed and lay on top of me. We were breathing heavily, and we clung together. I had never experienced such a wonderful climax. Even as it was over I was wanting more, wanting that big cock spurting inside me again and again.
"He stared down at me, and kissed me gently. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," he said. "You sure know how to work that pussy of yours.' I grinned at him. "It works well with the right prick in it," I said, and we both laughed. He lay down beside me, and his prick, getting soft, lay against his leg. He looked down at it. "It sure is a big one, isn't it?" he said, lifting it in his fingers and fondling it. "I'm mighty proud of it.' He lifted his penis and turned it around, so that its glistening head shone in the light. He pulled the skin over the head, and then back again. "Yes, sirree, it's a pretty one," he said.
"I realized then that a lot of David's enjoyment of sex was watching, seeing what was going on. He liked to watch his own penis in action. He even enjoyed masturbating himself in front of me, I found out later. He was a wonderful guy, but he sure was hung up on his own sex. I don't blame him one bit. I guess if I were a man and were built like him, I'd be proud of myself, too. But at that moment, we were so wrapped up in the pleasure of each other, that he could have told me to do anything and I'd have done it. And I wouldn't have cared. He was my pagan love god, and I was worshipping at his shrine.
"We lay together for a few minutes, then he put his hand on my cunt and began playing with it. He moved down on the bed, pulled my labia open, and looked inside. He seemed to enjoy examining me. Then his head went forward and he started licking me.
"My cunt was dripping with my juices as well as some of his come, and his mouth got it all. He sucked and licked all around it and put his mouth as far inside as he could, wrapping his lips around my clitoris and titillating it. It was almost more than I could bear. I'd just been fucked like I'd never been before, and here he was, back at that very spot, exciting me all over again. I could tell that he was getting ready for another session, too. His prick was beginning to get erect again, stretching out from his body, his skin pulling back, making his shaft tight and smooth-looking. I lay there, watching him, taking in his crotch. I understood why David liked to watch. I enjoyed just looking at his body and his cock. He was a beautiful sight.
"His hands came up and started playing with my breasts again. Soon I was so hot I was ready to start fucking all over again. He seemed content to eat me however. He lifted my buttocks and ran his tongue down between my legs. His tongue found my anus and he began sucking that. He stuck a finger in my cunt and played with me there while his mouth excited my ass. It was the wildest sensation. I wanted to do the same to him, so I scooted around and we got into a sixty-nine position. My face was right at his pubic area, and that lovely cock stood up, inches from my eyes. I opened my mouth and took it all, tasting its stickiness and sweetness, reveling in its glorious size.
"I sucked awhile, then pushed my mouth down over his balls. He had a large sac and I took it all, rolling each ball around inside my mouth, licking the hairs on the outside, playing with his cock at the same time. Then I slid down between his buttocks and put my mouth to his anus. It was tight and firm, but as my tongue caressed it he relaxed, and I was able to push the end of my tongue inside a little, licking around his flesh while my hands played with his penis. I felt like I was floating.
"His mouth was sucking my ass, and I was doing the same to his. His hands were in my cunt, and I had his cock in my fingers. We were engrossed completely in a sea of sensation, and never in my life had I felt so completely satisfied. Any inhibitions I might have had were gone. I was free, and I liked this freedom. At that moment, I could have cheerfully given up everything I had tospend the rest of my life with this man, and preferably in bed with him. For once, sex meant everything. We were indulging everything we knew to achieve the ultimate in sensual satisfaction.
"He lifted up and brought his face close to mine. "You like it between the tits?" he asked. "Anything," I replied, and lay back. He climbed on and sat across my stomach, pushing his cock between my breasts. He held them together, making a soft passage to enclose his shaft. He pulled the skin right over the end, trapped it between my tits, and then began pulling and pushing.
"His prick slid out of his foreskin and towards my mouth. I opened my lips and let the end of it slide in. He left it there while my tongue found his wide cockslit and licked there, around the glans, and then concentrated on that spot underneath, licking like mad. He pulled it back and it slid again between my tits. All the time, his fingers were tweaking my nipples, making them harder than ever and sending more sensations through me. His cock looked even bigger than ever so close, and I watched as it slid towards me and into my mouth. While I sucked, I looked up at his body above me, his chest heaving, his shoulders moving, and just the sight of his muscles and firm skin excited me almost to orgasm. He went on fucking me between the tits until he got tired of the position and moved off.
"He lay down next to me, and whispered in my ear. "You know what we do out on the range in Montana?" I shook my head, and giggled. "Probably jack off," I replied. "No, we fuck each other in the ass," he told me, 'And that's what I want now.'
"I was about to refuse, thinking of the size of his organ, but suddenly I had a mental picture of that cock penetrating my ass-hole, and knew that this would be a sensation like nothing before. The perversity of it sent shivers through me. Without a word, I rolled over on my stomach. I felt him lie on top of me, his cock between my buttocks.
"Walter had done this to me a few times, and it hadn't hurt a bit, because Walter's cock isn't that big. But David's was like a telephone pole, and it felt like it as he pushed it forward, the head touching my anus. His prick was already wet from my sucking it so there was no need for any lubrication. Despite his size he slipped in easily, and I felt my ass-hole expand beneath the thickness of his rod. He was gentle, and slowly he pushed until it was all in. Then he put his hand around the front of my body, and his fingers found my cunt and started masturbating me as he fucked me in the ass. I felt his fingers on my clitoris, and from the inside his mighty prick was exciting my organs until I felt my whole intestines were one churning mass of sensation.
"Feel good?" he asked, pounding his hips, and I nodded. "You want me to come this way?" he asked, and I shook my head. "I want you to come in my cunt," I said. "Okay, next time," he replied, and I began to wonder if David was able to fuck all night and never stop. I'd heard of some men who could have multiple orgasms, though the most Walter had ever come in one night was twice. That was why I wanted David to come in my cunt rather than in my ass, because I thought it would be the last time that night. I had underestimated him. He was a sex machine, and he loved every way, every kind, as often as he could get it, as I found out later.
"He left his cock in my ass and went on, his movements getting faster. I worked my hips in rhythm with his own, pushing back as he pushed forward so that my ass hit his body, ramming his organ deep inside, and I felt his balls slap against me. I put my hands back and started playing with them, circling them with my fingers and letting my nails caress his sac. "Stick your finger up my ass," he whispered.
"Feeling around his body, I pushed my hand between his buttocks. I had to push because they were tight and muscular as he jammed home into me. But I located his anus and pushed my middle finger in, rotating the hard mass of his rod inside. It was as stiff as a board. I rubbed around inside, knowing that this only increased his sensations. He began moaning. "Honey honey...' he said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.'
"His cock was moving in and out and around, and my finger stayed in him, helping him towards his final thrust. Then I felt him quiver, and push his penis deep inside me, and then spurt load after load into me, while his finger pushed deep into my cunt. I felt a paroxysm of ecstasy, and my body convulsed with my own climax. He gasped and lay still on top of me. I pulled my hand away, and he slowly slid off my back and lay still, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. "Jeez, that was the best ever," he muttered. "Nothing like a good ass-fuck.'
"I was exhausted. My ass was feeling a little raw from his enormous joint, and my cunt ached from his rubbing, but it was all a good feeling. Inside, I was incredibly satisfied, and I knew he was too. He lay there, his eyes shut until his breathing settled down, and then he turned to me and kissed me gently. "I could fuck you all night," he said softly. "You want some more?" I nodded. "I'll never turn down that prick of yours," I told him, and I really meant it, which was why we went on, night after night.
"I was in love with his cock. It gave me more pleasure than I dreamed was possible in sex, and that was important, considering how my love life with Walter had been. No matter how much you love someone, there does come a time when you want a night of honest-to-goodness fucking, good solid sex, to get rid of all the pent-up emotions. This is what David did for me. He released everything that I had stored up for years. I had waited patiently for the one moment when I could let the flood gates open and enjoy myself without any remorse or inhibition. Every womanly instinct I ever had had come to the surface then.
"I lay back and let him start kissing my tits again. He licked them all around, underneath, on top, at the end, biting the nipples until they were firm and quivering, until my cunt was oozing once more in anticipation of what was coming.
"This time I wondered how David would want it. I soon found out. He looked over at the mirror above the dresser. "Come on, I want to watch this time," he said, taking my arm and pulling me off the bed. He stood in front of the mirror and pushed me down between his legs. He spread them wide and pushed his cock forward, towards my mouth. It was stiff-soft, hung down, half sticking out because of its length. I took it in my hands and pulled it towards me, stretching it as far as I could. We both looked in the mirror, and he laughed. "Ain't it a pretty one?" he said, admiring himself. He drew himself up, stuck his chest out, and put his hands on his hips. "Suck it, baby, suck it good," he said.
"I closed my lips around the end, while I held the rest of it firmly between my fingers. Even soft, the end filled my mouth. I massaged his skin back and forth, while my mouth sucked his glans and my tongue caressed his skin. Gradually, I felt him rise, and his organ begin to throb again. As it became firm enough to stand up, I let my hands slide down to his balls, playing with them, rolling them around. I put one finger up his ass again, and massaged him. His eyes were glued to the mirror, watching every moment, loving the sight of himself being fellated. Just for a change, I lifted my mouth off and pushed my breasts forward, rubbing them together around his cock. I knew he liked this, and it felt good to me, too.
"Then David took my arm, lifted me up, and kissed me. "Okay, the final fuck," he murmured, and pulled me over to the bed, lowering himself on top of me, his prick ramming into my soft, juicy cunt. He must have exhausted all his imagination by now, because he just lay there, his hips moving, driving his organ in and out of me. His eyes were closed, and he seemed totally wrapped up in the act. I was content to run my fingers over his back, feeling his muscles tighten and flex, and glorying in the joy of such a body on top of mine taking me completely, as a woman wants to be taken.
"There was no kissing now, no side play, just plain honest-to-goodness fucking, and his hips drove his rod into me with practiced efficiency. He was a machine, I thought, a sex machine.
"How long we went on, I don't know. It seemed hours, but finally he started jerking and quivering more than usual. His hands dug into me, and I knew he was approaching his climax. His lips suddenly closed over my mouth, and he tongued me briefly, then he lifted his head. "Fuck, fuck, pussy," he cried out, and jammed his cock into me, holding it there. I could feel it pulsating as it ejaculated, and then he collapsed on top of me, and lay still.
"I think he would have fallen asleep with his prick still in me if I hadn't gently pushed him off and regretfully reminded him that I had to go back to my room. He kissed me and told me to keep it warm till the following night. I didn't have to do that. Just the thought of him made me hotter'n a firecracker. I knew it would be difficult getting through the day, knowing what was in store for me at night after Walter went to work.
"The next night it was wilder than ever before. We both had the memory of what we had done, and we wanted to do it better. His passion was more violent, and mine matched his in intensity. As each night went by, we tried new and different ways. Some nights we fucked before the mirror, other nights in the bathroom. One night we even did it in the middle of the living room. We were so hot, we wanted it then, and not a second later.
"I found myself caught up in complete sexual preoccupation. Every minute I was thinking of David's body, his prick, his face. Everything about him filled me with such satisfaction that I didn't even want to think about the time when he would be leaving, yet in the back of my mind I knew this was a temporary thing, a passing fling, and I didn't want it to end. That was why when Walter came home unexpectedly, and the shit really hit the fan, it wasn't so much what Walter said that bothered me, it was the knowledge that my affair with David had been brought to an end sooner than otherwise.
"I don't know whether I really felt it could continue much longer, or if we would ever see each other again. David meant so much to me by this time I guess I really overlooked my position as Walter's wife, and, regretfully, as David's aunt. I certainly didn't dream I would get so carried away, and definitely didn't want Walter to find out, ever, not because of my own guilt, but because I didn't want to hurt him. He would have been aware, I knew, as he was, that David was more appealing physically than he was. Walter knew about my affair with Ronnie way back in school, before we were married, and he knew the type of man that really turned me on. I guess Walter's anger stemmed more from the insult he felt than the fact that I had been having intercourse with my nephew. You see, Walter is an engineer, and they think very logically, very carefully. I guess if Walter had been a little more devil-may-care, he might have been able to excite me the way David did. Even his physical lack would have somehow not been that important. Although, truthfully, after having sex with David, I don't think I could ever be totally satisfied with any other man again, because I don't think any man could ever match him. David has been the ultimate in my life, and I just hope that I'll be able to continue now, satisfied with my situation. I do want to stay with Walter. We love each other, which may sound very strange, but I don't think a sexual fling is any reason for a marriage to break up. There are other things that hold two people together, and Walter and I do have a lot in common, as well as having our child. If he will realize that I do still love him, and am willing to try to make a go of our relationship, then I'm sure he will forget this eventually.
"This may sound very selfish of me. like eating one's cake and having it, too. But then I'm a woman, and when you've been frustrated as long as I have been with Walter, you just break loose when a man like David comes into your life. If it hadn't been David, it would have been someone else. Now I think I've got it out of my system, at least for a while."
The psychiatrist studied the case for several days, and then called in Walter and Maureen together. He told them both that while marital fidelity is the ultimate ideal, it is not a practical one. He asked Walter if he had had any extra-marital affairs since his marriage. Walter immediately reacted violently, and was about to refuse to continue the discussion, when the psychiatrist stopped him and explained that there cannot be a double standard in marriage. If Maureen had been unfaithful, was it the fact that the man she had had intercourse with was her nephew, or just the sex itself? And, either way, was she any more guilty of breaking her marriage vows than he was? He said that honesty between marriage partners is the only key to a successful relationship, and the reason he had asked Walter about his own extra-marital episodes was to clarify the fact that neither partner is blameless.
Walter calmed down and realized the wisdom of the psychiatrist's strategy. He admitted that he had not been completely without blame, and that it was more the fact that David was Maureen's nephew that had cast such a feeling of repugnance over him. The psychiatrist explained that this relationship, while frowned upon by society's moral codes, had little to do with the basic problem. Maureen was attracted to this type of man, and because he happened to be related to her was merely coincidence. He advised that Maureen be given more attention sexually, and that they both look upon the encounter as a reason to draw more closely together. Walter could never change his physical shape, but he could alter his attitudes, and he had to realize that his wife was a demanding one, and needed the physical attention as well as the love they shared.
The fact that they had shared their marriage bed for many years should make no difference, and as Maureen's husband, Walter should realize that her sexual needs had not abated but had grown in intensity, and that now, as a result of his discovering her affair, he should try, as her husband, to fulfill her in every way.
THE END
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MLP-131 LESSONS FOR A VIRGIN
MLP-132 GANG RAVISHED TEACHER
MLP-133 A LOVING TEACHER
MLP-135 MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
MLP-136 THE TIMID BRIDE
MLP-137 THE RAVISHED TEACHER
MLP-138 BLACKMAILED WAITRESS
MLP-139 MOTHERS CARNAL DESIRE
MLP-140 THE AMBITIOUS WIFE
MLP-141 SWAPPERS FEVER
MLP-142 IN MOTHERS BED
MLP-143 GIRLFRIENDS VACATION
MLP-144 LOVE FOR LITTLE BOYS
MLP-145 INCESTUOUS LUST
MLP-146 THE VIRGIN CAPTIVE
MLP-147 MOTHERS FRIENDS
MLP-148 NEIGHBORHOOD WIVE
MLP-149 THE KIDNAPPED FAMILY
MLP-150 CAROLS INITIATION
MLP-151 THE PUNISHMENT OF TERRI
CAPTIVE WOMEN SERIES
CWS-121 ABDUCTION OF CINTY VOL I
CWS-122 RELUCTANT HOSTAGE
CWS-123 ABDUCTION OF CINDY VOL. II
CWS-124 PUNISHMENT FOR KATHY
CWS-125 BLACKMAILED FAMILY
CWS-126 THE TORMENTED WIFE
CWS-127 THE RAPED HEIRESS
CWS-128 THE ABUSED TEENAGER
CWS-129 THE CAPTIVE TOURISTS
CWS-130 THE ABDUCTED HOUSEWIFE
CWS-131 THE CAPTIVE NUDIST
CWS-132 THE CAPTIVE SISTER-IN-LAW
CWS-133 THE CAPTINS VIRGIN
CWS-134 THE CAPTURED FAMILY
CWS-135 CAPTURED BY DRUG ADDICTS
CWS-136 HITCHHIKING WIVES
CWS-137 WHITE SLAVE CAPTIVE
CWS-138 HELD HOSTAGE
CWS-139 THE CAPTIVE FAMILY
CWS-140 THE SADISTIC STEPFATHER
CWS-141 THE RAVISHED MODEL
CWS-142 THE INNOCENT COED
CWS-143 ABDUCTED IN GREECE
CWS-144 THE KIDNAPPED BRIDE
CWS-145 CAPTIVE IN MEXICO
FAMILY SERIES
FAM-118 MOTHER SON & DAUGHTER
FAM-119 BROTHER & SISTER
FAM-120 HER SISTERS HUSBAND
FAM-121 HOT FOR BOYS
FAM-122 SISTERS LEWD REUNION
FAM-123 A HUSBANDS COMMAND F
AM-124 A SISTERS LOVE
FAM-125 HUSBAND WIFE & SISTER
FAM-126 THREE WAYS WITH MOM
FAM-127 THE FAMILY PARTY
FAM-128 THE LEWD STEPFATHER
FAM-129 MOTHER SHARON
FAM-130 FAMILY REUNION
FAM-131 SISTERS LITTLE BROTHER
FAM-132 UNCLES WEAKNESS
FAM-133 THE TEAMSTERS DAUGHTER
FAM-134 MOTHER DAUGHTER & SISTER
FAM-135 LOVING COUSINS
FAM-136 THE FAMILY CURSE
FAM-137 DADDYS GIRL
FEMALE PRISONER SERIES
FPS-101 PRISON HOUSE FOR GIRLS
FPS-102 HONEYMOON OF TERROR
FPS-103 HER SADISTIC HUSBAND
FPS-104 THE CAPTIVE GOVERNESS
FPS-105 THE CAPTIVE MOTORIST
FPS-106 THE FEMALE PRISONER
FPS-107 CAUGHT IN CHINA
FPS-108 GERMAN DETENTION
FPS-109 TORTURE TRAINEE
FPS-110 PRISON BROTHEL
FPS-I'll SADISTIC TERROR
FPS-112 VICTIMIZED CAPTIVE
FPS-113 HORROR CHAMBER
FPS-114 DEFILED PRISONER
FPS-115 TRAINED TO OBEY
FPS-116 JUNGLE MERCENARY
FPS-117 CUBAN CAPTIVE
FPS-118 PRISON CAMP DEGENERATES
FPS-119 THE PERVERTED ARYAN
FPS-120 TERRORIST TORMENTERS
