Finding herself deserted by a faithless husband is enough to make any woman bitter particularly when she has worked for years to provide most of the couple's support. The blow is particularly bitter when the wife is as young and beautiful as Angie Smart, heroine of this sensitive novel, The Timid Divorcee by Millie Van Winkler.
Unlike many other women caught in similar circumstances, Angie does not rebound into another marriage or start a fruitless string of promiscuous affairs. Rather, she devotes all of her energy into building up a real estate agency and abstains for years from sex of any kind.
And then fate throws her way a multi-million dollar real estate listing the biggest chance of her career. Unfortunately, the listing also leads her into the arms of a boy half her own age, Ward Bibbs, grandson of the tremendously wealthy estate owner. She is irresistibly drawn to the handsome youngster, and the dam of her pent-up passion bursts, despite her every effort to control her feelings. A moonlight seduction on a secluded beach is the inevitable result.
From there, Angie is set on the road to the sort of sex she never even knew existed, each sordid sexual episode bringing on a deep sense of guilt and leading her into increasingly difficult circumstances.
True, in the end she does find an unexpected solution to her problems, but knows she will never be the same again. Thus, she gains a new and more accurate insight into her own life, and few people can argue the ultimate validity of any experience that leads to greater self-awareness.
Some readers will undoubtedly condemn her behavior, but the publishers believe the vast majority will feel for Angie Smart and wonder, given the same circumstances, if they might not have acted similarly.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Angela Smart wished she could enjoy her well-deserved lunch in peace and quiet, but that never seemed to happen, no matter which secluded restaurant she chose to eat in. There were always men, in various sizes, shapes, and ages, interrupting her as she tried to eat her low calorie meal a grilled steak sandwich, unbuttered French bread, a cup of bouillon, perhaps a small green salad, and tiny glass of wine. And they invariably wanted to buy her a drink or talk about where they supposedly had met her before.
Angie could be charming in refusing the drink, but in her business it was not good to reject even the most trivial conversation.
For the tall, dark-haired divorcee of twenty-eight years was a one-woman real estate office in one of the wealthiest social enclaves on the central California coast. She needed listings and she needed buyers if she hoped to survive on her own and not have to go seeking a less gratifying job elsewhere. Several times in the past couple of years she'd made a number of lucrative sales through casual tips received from waiters and bartenders which amounted to more tangible leads than she'd gotten from people who worked in banks and savings-and-loan outfits. So, although the full breasted woman with deep blue eyes often wished she could afford the luxury of going to her own modest and heavily mortgaged seafront cottage and fixing a bowl of soup and a hamburger in solitude, she knew that the long lunch hour was one of the most productive times of her eighteen hour working day. On the sale of just one house at twenty thousand dollars, at the current commission rate, she could make twelve hundred dollars gross. Her expenses would cut that sum nearly in half, but if she could sell two such houses a month, the commission on the second would almost be pure profit.
And a house moving for that measly amount of money in the area was almost unheard of. The rugged coastline was becoming so much in demand that acreage was practically selling by the square foot. And nearby was the private fiefdom known as New Yarmouth Estates. With high native stone walls and it's own police force, plus a select committee which carefully screened every new applicant who wanted to buy land or an existing mansion, New Yarmouth was as exclusive as the Hillsborough development on the San Francisco peninsula.
A thirty-room mansion was about average, with suitable grounds to match. The material from which the huge homes had been built had come from all over the world, all over the world, making such houses prohibitively expensive except for those individuals who controlled vast personal fortunes off as a tax loss. It was an economic fact of life that a company which was losing ten million dollars a year was a much more desirable investment than one which was healthy and reporting $500,000 in annual profits. An extremely active multinational corporation, having its choice of giving a huge percentage of its profits to various governments or showing a loss on paper while picking up real estate worth millions, always opted for the latter.
Angie Smart nibbled a bite of her tender steak sandwich and wondered if she'd ever get a chance at any deal like that! Just one, and she could retire to the beach at Acapulco or the French Riviera and put her commission to work in the stock market. She realized that any transaction that big, with her limited experience of only three years, was too much for her to handle alone, but she knew a number of good lawyers and accountants who worked on a split-fee basis and would be glad to share in such a lucrative deal. Angie Smart was sure she could handle the selling side of the affair. She had great confidence in her own personality and innate ability to make friends with people of all ages, from all walks of life, and all levels of finance.
Certainly she was well aware of the way really high finance operations worked. Not from her studies, which were meager, but from actual experience. Widowed when her child was barely able to walk, Angie's mother had found employment as a valued housekeeper to a series of the wealthiest families in the country. Genial Presidents and Prime Ministers had pulled Angie into their laps and tickled her until she screamed with laughter. She had filled their pipes and brought them brandy and cigars in the high-vaulted rooms where world moving decisions were made, and the perceptive child had listened carefully to their complex conversations, disobeying her mother, who, afraid of losing her vital job, had more than once taken the back of a hairbrush to Angie Smart's tender young buttocks.
Yet Angie had persisted and absorbed more business acumen by osmosis than most serious students of Harvard Business College do with four years of intensive study. She had the best teachers possiblethe men who controlled the great banks of the world.
One man had particularly impressed her, a wizened little character who smoked a Sherlock Holmes type pipe. His name was Bernard Organ, and he must have been close to eighty. He was said to be one of the twenty richest men in the world, and he had been a guest in the mansion of her mother's employer when Angie was no more than ten years old.
"A Sharp mind ye have, girl ... I see ye listenin' to our talk, but if ye want some advice from an old man ... Go where the money is with what the money wants to buy. Read everything ye can get your hands on. Ye realize, in the beginning, nobody could even give Xerox or Polaroid stock away ... but those that bought then are millionaires today. Look not to what's making money now that's already available. Look to the future! Stay close to the people with the money and the inside information, even if you scrub their toilets to learn it."
Angie Smart had thought this good advice at the time. She intended to follow it, if only she could stay close to the big men who handled the money. But her own passionate urges had betrayed her a long time back, at the age of twenty years she had married the first man she fell in love with.
"Old Ace In The Hole," Angie had later come to call Clint in bitterness, for he always had a deal working, but nothing ever seemed to pan out in the end. While he stayed home in their tiny San Francisco apartment, Angie had worked at whatever job she could find. At one point, she was a tour guide on a smelly diesel bus from eight until noon, a dining room hostess at a Union Square posh restaurant from twelve until two, and after the expense-account luncheons were done, she slipped into a sheer black dress and carried a tray in the cocktail lounge through the long dinner hour. She seldom got home before 11 p.m., and then she applied herself to the various texts she was studying accounting, real estate law, business administration until her eyelids were too heavy to keep open.
More often than not, Clint wasn't home until long after she'd fallen into an exhausted sleep. During their brief courtship, she had had to fight him off continuously as he tried to get her into bed. Now that she was his and yearning for physical affection, he tumbled half-drunk across the mattress and began to snore within a minute.
When the morning came that Angie Smart finally faced the facts, she had held back the tears as she packed up her meager possessions. Clint was still sleeping off his drunken reverie from the night before. She left no note. She just left in a taxi with her two suitcases. At the bank, she stopped to clean out their joint savings account, and was not surprised to find that there was far less money than her checkbook showed. As fast as she'd made it, Clint had spent it, often without even mentioning that he had withdrawn money from the bank.
She left ten dollars in the account, enough for him to get a Greyhound out of town. As far as she was concerned, he could go pick pears in Oregon and sit in a tree and figure out what dumb girl he was going to take next....
Suddenly Angie Smart was feeling a desperate loneliness. Not that she had to be alone she could have had all the luncheon companions she wanted, but somehow trivial conversation only made her feel all the more empty. As she daintily sliced off a thin bit of filet steak and forked it between her sensuous lips, she had to smile. A filet steak was not the usual fare of the dollar-and-a-half lunch special. But it so happened that Jim White, the college senior who was working in this quietly elegant restaurant for the summer, had eyes for the voluptuous divorcee. He was the broiler chef and knew how to deal with a piece of prime meat, but when it came to relating to beautiful career women like Angie, the tall young man was at a complete loss.
And so was Angie, for she sensed in him the same insecurity she felt within herself. They had met one night when the restaurant was almost empty, and she had been studying the display case from which diners selected their own cuts of meat and gave explicit instructions on the cooking of it. Angie had picked out a beautiful red T-bone steak, but the young man had looked at her for a moment and then shook his head, saying, "You don't want that one. It's good, but too young, Miss. There's some prime beef in the cold room, if you want to look. Specials."
Not quite understanding, Angie had followed him into the huge, walk-in cooler, where he proudly displayed a loin of beef that looked like it had greenish gray moss growing all over it. The meat itself was almost black.
"This piece has aged about ten weeks. You could cut it with a dull tongue, Miss. Try it if you don't like it, I'll cook you the one you wanted for no extra charge." With some misgivings, Angie had agreed to follow his advice, and found the steak the most magnificent piece of meat she'd ever run her sensuous pink tongue over. Now it embarrassed her that Jim White should be still slipping her special cuts whenever she came in for lunch. Without a doubt, he fancied her, would like to date her and eventually make love to her. Yet he was too shy to say anything.
She wished he would. Despite the difference in their ages, he was a full-grown man, not exactly handsome, but interesting in a rugged way. She thought other women would look at her with envy if they walked into a room together: It would be so nice to have an escort, a steady one, again. If only he'd ask her to go someplace. The beach. A chili parlor. Bowling. Bike riding ... anything!
And Angie realized that on her part, she was being too quiet, not giving him the little hints of encouragement that would let him know she too was lonely ... At that point in her reverie, as Angie Smart pushed away her empty plate and looked with calorie conscious eyes at the dish of wild strawberries and whipped cream the waiter placed before her, a Filipino boy in a scarlet jacket laid a card beside the dish and said, "The gentleman at the bar asked if he might join you for coffee. The gentleman with the silver hair and beard."
Angie took one look and said, "I'd be extremely delighted to have coffee with Mr. Bibbs." Then suddenly Angie felt as if she'd caught her finger in an electric socket! Stanley Bibbs! The famous millionaire! He was just past fifty, with a rich head of silver hair and a neatly trimmed beard of the same color. And he had to hire people to count his money. A widower with a son and grandson, he owned one of the biggest seafront mansions in New Yarmouth Estates. Many years ago he had wildcatted some of the richest oil fields in Texas and Oklahoma. An uneducated man at the time, he was shrewd enough to find men who knew how to invest money. Nobody, including Stanley Bibbs himself, knew just how many millions he was worth.
And now this same Stanley Bibbs wanted to buy her a cup of coffee! My, oh my, thought Angie Smart as she put on her best smile for the ruggedly handsome man who approached her table.
"I was told you were prettybut not beautiful enough to run a bear up a tree," he said, smiling through his silver-grey beard. "I got a little business on my mind, if you got the time, Miss Smart."
"I always have the time for business," she said. "Frankly, I'm a little stunned you'd come to me. Like everyone else here, I know all about you."
"You know what you read in the newspapers or hear in bars, and that's what the horse left behind," he said, not unkindly. "I know about you because I had you investigated. It all came out good. Now, I have property to sell. I don't like these long-haired pansies who're selling real estate these days. In the price bracket I'm talking about, it's not the wife who'll make the final decision to buy, but the husband. He won't want to put so much money into the damn place, but he'll arrange it with the income tax people as a tax loss and let his old lady do some elegant entertaining. So it's the man who has to be sold and no long-haired dunce is going to do it right. I want a pretty young woman, with plenty of savvy, to handle this deal. Sell the house at New Yarmouth. Million and a half. Can you handle it?"
"Oooh ... my God!" the exclamation slipped through Angie's lush lips. This was it! The chance she'd been praying for! More money than she'd ever dreamed of dropped right in her lap! If she could move it, the commission would be ninety-thousand dollars! At the moment, she had no prospective customers with a million and a half to spend, but for that price, she could go out and look for some. But the dark-haired divorcee knew this rugged self-made man would have done his own research, that she could tell him no lies about the limits to her own business.
So she said, "I want to take the deal, but for anything of that size, it takes more of a set-up than I have. International listings, brochures in color, tax lawyers, because you don't want to give half of your profit away to the government. There'd have to be a list of possible buyers. The list would have to be analyzed from different directions. Who needs a tax loss? Whose wife is nagging him for a place like it? Who can pay the price, and how and the price should be two and a half million for openers. And ten to one, the furnishings will come into question. There must be works of art there worth half the asking price at least. I met a man in Rome once who had a three room apartment with six-hundred-thousand dollars worth of paintings on the wallHe was eating spaghetti out of a can. You must consider it all, Mr. Bibbs. Talk to your tax men. And I should have a good long look at the property too."
The silver-bearded man sat back with a satisfied smile as he said, "I was told you were good. You've got a mind like a bear trap, Miss Smart ... "
"Angie," she said, brushing her long dark hair back. "I want an exclusive listing if I take it, but I'll cooperate with another agent if a qualified customer is produced. When can I see the place?"
"Right now," the older man said. "Too much too fast," she replied. "If you retain me, I need at least a day to arrange for someone to take care of my routine business while I devote myself to this project. And if I decide it's too big for me, I'll let you know. Okay?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, then?" he asked.
"I think so. I'll get going now and set up my end. I'll want to see the brochures you've had made up."
"Sure. Here's the unlisted number to my place. See you about noon tomorrow and you can have the grand tour." Dazed with her prospects, Angie Smart hiked back to her modest office, her head swimming with possibilities even as her long, perfectly shaped legs scissored back and forth, showing her tanned thighs under her short skirt. Her full, resilient breasts bounced, unrestrained by a brassiere. It was the possibility of deals like this one which had sustained her during many dark and lonely nights, and she was glad her ex-husband wasn't around to louse it up. He would have barged in with his big mouth and blown everything.
"Wow! Do you look happy! Just get laid?" Irene McCoy said, spinning around in her secretary's chair from the switchboard. Irene, a voluptuous redhead who was sometimes uncomfortably outspoken, ran the local telephone answering service. She was older than Angie, nearly forty, but looked much younger, and made no secret of the fact that she lived only for men and what they could make her feel between her long, tapering legs. She could not understand how any woman could hold back her body when there was so much pleasure hiding deep inside it, just waiting for the hard driving penis of a man to release it. Irene was, however, highly selective ... she picked the men, they didn't pick her, although she was smart enough to let them think they had.
Angie tried to ignore the redheaded woman's lewd question, and asked her whether any calls had come into her office while she was out to lunch. "Nothing important ... the title company called to say that the McGowan escrow went through and the bread's in the bank. A couple of browsers went through the listings. One pure bull-shitter who sells vacuum cleaners or encyclopedias or something, and an elderly couple you know, Sociable Security types who want a tiny place out in the country they can fix up. I don't think either one would outlive a mortgage, if any bank would give them one in the first place. They left a number. Here."
Angie looked at the card on which the number was written and thought that with the good fortune that had been dumped in her lap not a half hour before, perhaps she should do her good deed for the day. She had one piece of property on the books five acres, mostly rock and trees, but with a little stream and a small but well-built stone house and around it, enough room for vegetable and flower gardens. Old Pop Kincannon's place. A veteran of World War I, he was nearing eighty and unable to get around too well, ready to go to a veteran's home and die. He wanted to take a few dollars with him when he went.
Some instinct told Angie that the sale was made before she even picked up the phone to call the prospects, a Mr. and Mrs. Babcock, and arranged to show the property immediately. Pop Kincannon didn't have a phone, but neither did he have any place to go. He'd be home.
She found the Babcocks to be pleasant people in their late sixties, and the conversation was interesting enough as they drove nearly twenty miles to the property in her station wagon. At the rock house, she made the necessary introductions to Pop and, seeing that the oldsters readily took to each other, went back out and sat in the station wagon with the tape deck softly playing. She got her portable typewriter out and began typing escrow instructions, leaving only the terms of payment blank. She was not at all surprised when white-haired Mrs. Babcock came out with a broad smile.
"Dear, do come in! Pop has the most delicious beans I ever tasted, and can he ever make biscuits! And don't spread it around, but he shot a deer and there's meat on the table. Don't just sit there, kiddo, come on in!"
Angie Smart did, and had one of the most delicious, if simple, meals of her entire life. And to her further pleasure, she learned that not only were Mr. and Mrs. Babcock going to buy the property at the asking price, but they would not hear of Pop being sent to a veteran's home. They insisted that he should continue to live in the stone house for the rest of his days. And there was a second shock the Babcocks were paying cash! That meant almost nine hundred dollars commission in hand! No dealing with bankers who hit you with interest rates that ran to twelve per cent. Clean, hard money! Angie Smart quickly filled in the figures on her papers, gave a receipt, and took the check. She thought how nice it was to deal with older folks who believed in paying for what they got when they bought it rather than putting property on a thirty-year mortgage.
And the simple meal was delicious. Deer meat and beans and some strawberry wine Pop had made himself. The old veteran insisted the Babcocks stay the night in their new home, which would still have a room left for him.
With the check in her pocket and all the papers signed, Angie Smart drove down the valley toward her seaside cottage. In the morning, she would go to the title company, the courthouse, and the bank to complete the transfer. She made a mental note to lecture Irene on underestimating the appearance of potential clients. Nine out of ten customers drove up in flashy Cadillacs or Lincoln Continentals, but were a day late and a dollar short all over the state. These old people laid cash on the line and got what they were looking for.
She was happy that she had brought the Babcocks and Pop Kincannon together. The lovely young divorcee knew that so often older people were cast aside by younger generations.
Angie decided she could allow herself to celebrate with a brandy at the Oaks Inn before going home to her empty cottage by the sea. The next day fulfilled its promise to be busy ... perhaps too busy, Angie thought as she scampered from the courthouse to the title company and then to the bank. She almost ran, her short skirt flaring up to give passers-by a provocative glimpse of her fully rounded, panty-covered ass-cheeks and her unfettered breasts bouncing under her thin blouse in the hot summer air. She finally cut through the red tape at the bank and everything was in motion for the legal transfer of the Kincannon property.
After some hours had passed, she drove through the ornate gate of New Yarmouth Estates and stood at the front door of the huge mansion, suitably awed by the sheer magnitude of the property. She knew the estate comprised nearly twenty acres of the best land in the area, but had never seen it up close. The archway itself seemed to be three or four times as tall as she was, and a ponderous oaken door suddenly opened and a immaculately dressed butler looked condescendingly down at her. Angie Smart wanted to cringe at the coldness in his eyes, but was not about to be put down by a mere servant. She had a business card in her hand and thrust it at him, saying, "I'm expected."
"Yes, Madam," the butler said. "This way, please. The master was called away on business, but the household had been instructed as to your arrival. Master Ward will serve as your guide. He is young, but knowledgeable, and can surely be of great help. Master Stanley's grandson, you know."
Angie Smart wanted to say something like, "horse water!" It sounded to her like the old boy had changed his mind and made a getaway, leaving it to some kid to brush her off. Yet she mustered her best smile and allowed herself to be escorted into a baronial hall and seated in a wing chair. The sheer dimensions of the room awed her. It must have been sixty feet long and forty feet wide, with a massive beamed ceiling lost in shadow. There were four fireplaces, one large enough to roast an ox, and all made of native stone. The walls were richly paneled in mahogany and hung with expensive-looking oil paintings. Angie was tempted to shout just to hear her voice echo through the house. Beyond the windows, she could see the deep blue Pacific smashing itself on a small rocky cove that encircled a clean sandy beach which was obviously very private.
So this is how the rich live, she thought. Nice! Angie had brought an attache case with her. She opened it, pulled out a pad of legal sized lined yellow paper, and began making notes of what she saw. If ever she came to sell this castle, she would have to know everything about it. She planned to call for the termite inspectors, the electricians, and the plumbers, to make sure that the house was in perfect shape structurally. A sale like this could affiliate her name with immensely rich clients, if everyone was happy. But if there should be a beefshe'd be down the drain and never have another chance. This was the chance she'd hoped for for so long....
"HeyGrandpop told me to show you the joint," a loud voice announced. "You got about two weeks?" Startled, Angie Smart turned to see a tall teenage boy with longish blond hair and muscular body grinning at her. He wore tattered blue jeans and his belly and chest muscles were tautly outlined against his deeply tanned skin.
His facial structure was lean and prominent, and since his lithe young body glistened with pearls of sea water, and she guessed he must have just been swimming at the small cove.
"Don't get up," the youth said with a charming grin. "The old boy told me you'd be coming today, Miss Smart ... and Christ, it's about time he got rid of this mausoleum! Oh, O forgot I'm Ward Bibbs. Grandson and tour guide. How about a drink while I lay the shit and I do mean shit that the old boy's ad agency laid on him to sell this cat house?" The amazed divorcee's eyes boggled. Obviously the boy was only in his mid-teens, but he seemed to have the same outgoing drive as his grandfather, and used the most shocking language in the most casual manner possible. From anyone else, she would have taken offense at such crass words, but he seemed to totally unaware of her reaction that she knew he didn't mean to shock her, that this was the way the current young generation talked now.
"Maybe a glass of sherry," she managed to say, trying to keep her composure and wishing she'd worn a longer skirt, as the one she had on was hiked almost to her hips, completely exposing the curvaceous length of her smooth, slender legs.
The handsome youngster slid back a deeply polished panel wall and exposed a well stocked bar. He deftly poured some wine into a fragile glass and popped the cap from a bottle of beer for himself. He put the sherry on the table beside her chair and flopped down on the deeply carpeted floor with his beer. His eyes were staring intently at her voluptuous body, and Angie knew that this boy was obviously wise beyond his years when it came to women. He seemed so confident in comparison to shy Jim White at the restaurant, yet not in the least offensive. He just carried himself with the ease of a youngster accustomed to money. She wondered just how old he might be. Fifteen would be a good guess.
The love-starved divorcee slowly sipped the smooth cream sherry from the glass in her hand. Her deep blue eyes kept returning to the youth as he casually sprawled on a carpet worth a small fortune in itself, drinking beer directly from the neck of a bottle. An obscene thought suddenly flashed unbidden through her mind.
What would it be like to lie under such a young boy and feel his adolescent penis plundering her clutching pussy?
It had been so long ... the hurt of her divorce had been so depressing that she had abstained from sex for for years! Yet she knew the need for sensual satisfaction had been festering deep in her loins all the while. Angie saw the obvious bulge in his tight jeans as the lean youngster's eyes traveled over the long, slender length of her legs, focused up under her skirt as far as he could see, and then moved upward to the rich swell of her firm, wide-set breasts.
Oh, God, what could she be thinking of! With a jerky motion of her wrist, she drained off the remainder of the smooth wine and stood up, trying to pull her brief dress lower over her curvaceous thighs. She fumbled for her notebook and said, "Do you think we could start looking through the house, Ward?"
"Sure but we won't get half the job done before dinner. Grandma was big on history, and every piece of furniture in this house has a long one. There's Christ-knows-how-many tons of Florentine marble in the joint, and plenty of chairs you wouldn't dare to even sit on. Grandpop told me to give you the grand tour."
"I could come back tomorrow," the aroused dark-haired woman said hesitantly. "I didn't expect dinner ... "
"Dinner is abalone I pried off the rocks myself about an hour ago," the lean youth said with an infectious smile. "Somewhere in the back of the house, the chef is slicing those little buggers real thin and pounding hell out of them with a mallet. And tomorrow would be a lousy time for you to have dinner here there's a bunch of old bags who'll be coming through on a tour."
"All right," Angie Smart said, with a laugh. "We might as well get started then, Ward." It took more than two hours of solid work to catalog the upstairs portion of the huge house. Angie scribbled frantically in her notebook as the history of various pieces of furniture and objects d' art were pointed out. The youngster, for all his rough speech, seemed to know more than she did about such things as seventeenth century French furniture and fifteenth century Italian art work. It was like a conducted tour through a fine museum. She marveled at the Renaissance paintings scattered about the various rooms, having no idea of their true current market value she would have to call an expertand she was especially impressed with a massive bath tub fashioned from black marble in which a porpoise would have been happy. Never before had Angie been surrounded by such wealth, so many masterpieces of art. She knew a roughneck like Stanley Bibbs could never have built up such a priceless collection alone but only a Stanley Bibbs would have the gall to leave it around to be used as casually as something from Sears-Roebuck.
"You dig it?" the teenager said.
"It's it's magnificent!" Angie said, still awed. "I met your grandfather only once, but he didn't seem like the sort of man who'd collect art ... "
"Grandpop couldn't collect garbage," Ward said, laughing. "If he had his way, he'd live in a log cabin and wash his own socks. But when he hit the heavy bread, Grandma wanted all this, and she got it. Just what the hell is it worth, Miss Smart?"
"I'm thinking," she said. "And I can smell food. How about eating some of that abalone, and then I can look a little more and maybe answer your question. It was a gourmet meal, served by a French maid under the stern eye of the butler, at a candlelit table with brilliant white table linen and gleaming silverware. Angie almost laughed aloud when she looked down the length of the ponderous table to see Ward dressed in a ragged T-shirt and faded jeans. It was all so out of place! But, she supposed, the extremely rich dined in such splendor every night, just to keep in practice. After Turkish coffee and cognac, which young Ward sipped with all the ease of a Foggy Bottom diplomat, he led her on a continued tour of the lower floors, and the beautiful divorcee found herself mesmerized by the dazzling accoutrements of great wealth.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think I have to think," Angie said, still awed by the magnificent mansion. She felt she must be running on pure adrenalin. No chance like this had ever come along before, and there would probably never be another. Oh God, if only she could make a deal on this place! She'd have a reputation and an income for life! She'd never have to even think of depending upon a man again not that Clint had ever provided anything anyway except pure animal satisfaction, for which she had paid dearly. This was her big chance to be a truly independent woman, something she had longed for her whole life without consciously realizing it. Now was the opportunity to fulfill her dream.
"What's that mean?" Ward said, questioning her ambiguous statement. "It's too complicated to go into now, after that delicious dinner. One thing, I want to get a good look at the grounds in daylight, especially the cove. The beach will be a big selling point."
"In daylight, it's not much. You should see it at night under a fat moon," the teenager said. "Come on, I'll show you."
"But it's cold on the beach," Angie protested. "Grandpop didn't tell you about the hot springs? There's some sort of thermal spring right at the bottom of the horseshoe, so the water stays about eighty degrees, even at night. You can wade in and try it if you don't believe me. You can find a swim suit in the beach house. Come on!"
Caught up in his youthful exuberance, Angie followed the boy through the big house. She saw him pick up a small black box and press some buttons on its surface, and then, suddenly, the entire seaward side of the estate was illuminated by soft lights. Angie allowed herself to be led down a stairway until she was standing in the horseshoe of the cove. Around her were pale red lights which radiated heat. Scattered casually about were chaise tongues, and to her right, backed up against a rocky cliff, was a small building half concealed by palm fronds.
"Right hand side ... you'll find something to fit," the blond-headed boy told her. See you in a couple of minutes." Angie entered the small building and found it somewhat stark, but there were dozens of swim suits hanging on the walls. Unfortunately, no single one fit her. If she found a bikini top which fit, the bottoms slid to the tiled floor. And if she found a bottom which fit, there was no way to clasp the top of it over the rich swell of her full, pliant breasts. She finally compromised by putting two different suits together and then finding a robe to cover her near nakedness. There were also huge, fluffy towels, and she picked up two of them before stepping out into the cool night air again to find Ward waiting for her.
The long-limbed divorcee felt herself blush as he whistled softly at the sight of her barely concealed voluptuous body. His interest thrilled and at the same time worried her, because she had been so long without a man. While Ward was only a boy, he was still built like a man.
The moon was new-silver bright. He did something with the little black box and the floodlights on the cove dimmed; then, eagerly grasping her hand, he said, "I told you the water's warm. Let's get wet!"
Angie tried to protest, but didn't have the strength to resist the teenager's eager pulling of her arm. She dropped the big towels and let herself be pulled into the sea. It was like being reborn. The water was warm in this spot. The dark-haired woman splashed and dove into the tepid seawater, hardly noticing when young Ward's hands grasped her luscious body, sliding smoothly up the soft flesh of her sensitive inner thighs, pressing momentarily, as if by accident, against her concealed vagina. With a boyish laugh, he pushed her underwater again and again until she was exhausted and he had to help her onto the tiny, moonlit beach, where she collapsed helplessly onto the thick towels. Now it was cold, and she moved close, seeking the warmth of his body.
The difference in their ages dissolved in the quicksilver moon. Feeling slightly giddy, Angie let his arms enclose her sleek body, and found her own closing around the teenage boy's slim waist. And she made no effort to turn her head away as his seeking mouth came down to meet her parted lips. Only when the hot spear of his tongue drove into her open mouth did the reality of what she was doing come home to the too-long-denied divorcee.
This is wrong ... he's only a boy! But it was already too late, she realized. His probing tongue was seeking hers, teasing it, sucking it into his saliva-filled mouth. For nearly a minute, Angie was rigid with shock, and then felt herself yielding, fiercely returning the teenager's ardent kisses and pressing her trembling body tightly against his pressuring loins. She felt the rigid length of his aroused cock pushing against her naked belly, and sudden carnal desire overcame her long established sense of propriety. Just to have his stiffened penis rubbing against the tender flesh of her aroused loins ... only that and nothing more ... would fulfill the need for sensual release which had been building for years deep within her quivering belly. Of its own accord, her desiring body began to slowly undulate against his eagerly moving pelvis even as her mind told her how wrong this was! Or was it wrong?
After all, they were just necking in the moonlight on a secluded beach. Even though Ward was only half her age, he was still male and she female, and if by just kissing they could give and take pleasure, who would be harmed? Angie was sure the handsome boy had gone "all the way" with a girl before, but never thought for a minute he'd try it with her, because she was so much older. His kisses were exciting, but she would let it go no farther....
"You know we shouldn't...." she mumbled against his mouth. "You know...." and then his avid lips sucked her tongue deep in his mouth again, and her long, slender body writhed wantonly against the firm bulge in his swimming trunks. It felt so good to be loved again, if only for a few minutes, so good ... "Noooooooo...." Angie murmured as she suddenly felt his deft fingers undo the clasp of her bikini top and then close over her palpitating left breast. Before she realized what was happening, the full, high-peaked mounds of her breasts were throbbingly exposed to the moonlight as Ward moved lover to kiss and suck her turgid nipples and set fires of rampant lust surging within her uncontrollably excited loins.
"No more ... NO MORE!!!" the aroused divorcee pleaded, yet couldn't stop her hands from pulling his blond head closer to her pulsating nipples as they grew ever harder with each passing moment. "Ward ... WARD!!! ... Please don't!"
The lust-driven boy paid no attention to Angie's desperate plea. He continued to nibble teasingly at her painfully erect nipples until the dark-haired divorcee was squirming wildly in his passionate embrace and panting like a bitch in heat. Her hands were running all over his straining young body, at first trying to push him away, but then urgently clutching at his fevered flesh. He felt her sharp fingernails draw blood from his biceps and back as she frantically grabbed at his body, glorying in the pain, knowing how he had aroused her to the point of no return!
Grandpop had told him about how to handle women: "Grab 'em by the pussy and don't turn 'em loose!" while his indulgent father, Burt, divorced at thirty-six, seemed to be scared of females ... imbued with some sort of Victorian thinking. He bowed and scraped even when one of the maids came into a room to clean up.
He thought now was the time to do what Grandpop would do.
Fuck this beautiful woman until she begged for his cock! He remembered the old man's timely advice old man, hell, he was only in his 50's to grab them by the pussy and make them squeal, but give them a cock to hold onto while they're doing it!
Twisting quickly, young Ward tore his swimming trunks off and then grabbed Angie's right hand, guiding it to his rigid penis while he forcefully said, "Hold it tight!" The passion-blinded woman mumbled a weak protest, but then yielded to his lewd demand as he began to thrust his aching cock in and out between her clutching fingers. It had been so long since she'd touched a penis! She wanted to stop right then, to end this lust-inciting situation before it really got out of hand, but she couldn't take her hand away as she felt her own unwilling fingers roll the fleshy foreskin back over the mushroom shaped head of his distended cock. She could feel his semen-laden balls rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her thighs, and was unable to control her own wanton desire to have his adolescent penis thrusting up into her over-stimulated pussy. The blond-headed boy's teeth were nibbling at her pebble-hard nipples, his lips sucking hungrily at her heaving breasts, and all she could hear were obscene sucking sounds and the crashing of the waves on the beach.
What's happening to me! This is wrong ... all wrong! The words clattered through Angie Smart's mind even as she held young Ward's bloated organ even tighter in her gripping hand and felt the fires of pagan lust burning out of control. She twisted her body one last time in a frenzied attempt to escape, yet then lay docile as he stripped her bikini bottom away from her satin-smooth buttocks and left her as naked as he was already.
"Noooo ... Ward ... Please...." the yearning divorcee pleaded, realizing that there was not the flimsiest piece of clothing now between their desirous bodies, and that she was unconsciously undulating her hungry cunt up toward the burgeoning head of his cock wanting his blood-engorged penis buried deep in her love-starved body. Even as she protested, Angie found her lewdly grasping fingers tightly clutching at his pulsing staff, guiding the lust-thickened glans to the flexing lips of her inflamed cunt, running it up and down her tight cuntal slit, tantalizing the sensitive button of her own clitoris with the bloated tip of his cock.
The dark-haired woman had not intended to go nearly this far. Maybe a kiss or two to reassure her of her too-long-denied femininity would have been enough. But to lie on a secluded beach in the moonlight with a teenage boy, naked, letting him kiss her breasts and then obscenely taking his penis in her handleading it right to the voracious lips of her steaming cuntthat was unbelievable!
But there was no way to deny the fact that she was shamelessly holding his rigid penis in her grasping hand, and no way to ignore the reality of her teasing the smooth rubbery tip across the impatient mouth of her quivering vagina. She knew that the real battle raging now was within her own mind, that Ward, strong as he was, couldn't have physically forced her body to respond this way. She was at fault for what was happening, that much she knew, but mere knowledge couldn't stop the craving need to have his stiffened penis driving up her squirming cunt. She had to have his cock, and she had to have it now!
"Yesssssss!!!" she gasped. "Give it to me now, Ward!" Angie screamed in mingled pain and ecstasy as the thick rod of his male flesh savagely plundered up into her wide stretched pussy, sending rippling waves of tender flesh ahead of it as the bloated cockhead slammed into the dilating mouth of her womb while the boy's cum-filled balls smacked with a wet, surging sound against her lewdly-splayed ass-cheeks. "Oh, God!" Angie cried out. Frantically she clutched Ward to her heaving body and screwed herself down onto his fiercely impaling cock, biting into his shoulder in the frenzied heat of her passion. Her soft little belly churned with rampant lust and she began to chant, in an almost drunken voice. "Gooooood ... Goooooooddd ... More ... Harderrrrrrr!!!"
Completely a slave to her own carnal desires, the lovely divorcee strained, fucking as she never had with her faithless husband, wallowing obscenely in the salacious sensations of her own cock-stuffed body as the teenage boy's thick cudgel rammed mercilessly up into the seething depths of her yearning cunt.
Angie could feel her tender cuntal flesh rippling ahead of his rampaging cock-shaft, feel his pressuring glans smack against the mouth of her womb, and then be drawn out on the backstroke, her smoldering pussy lips clinging tightly to his blood-filled penis. His sperm laden balls were slapping wetly against the smooth roundness of her wide stretched buttocks, driving her wild with pure animalistic lust!
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she sobbed, her legs wrapped tightly around his surging young body. Even as her body was wantonly responding to his pistoning member, through her mind flashed the nagging question: How can you be doing such an obscene thing ... and with a young boy!
Angie had no answer for herself. All she knew was that it was happening, and sinful though it might be, she could not help herself. She had needed a penis for so long! But why did it have to happen this way? Why couldn't she have succumbed to one of the many adult males who were always after her? She was sure that Ward had had made love to plenty of young girls, as had most boys his age nowadays. It was an accepted thing.
But it was not an accepted thing for a woman, a mature woman of twenty-eight, to revel in the lust-arousing embrace of a boy who couldn't be much more than half her age!
Something had to be wrong with her! Yes, something has been wrong with you, a small voice inside Angie's wildly reeling brain replied as she urgently screwed her painfully stretched pussy down onto the full length of his reaming cock. You forgot what a woman's body is for and it took a boy to show you!
As she felt his swollen penis charging up into her hungrily accepting pussy, Angie yielded her body and soul to her long pert-up sexuality. With all the vibrant strength in her skewered body, she locked her smooth legs around his thrusting pelvis, crossing her slender ankles high over his back so as to give him even greater access to her ravenous pussy, feeling Ward's pile-driving penis going deeper and deeper up into her sucking vagina while his sperm-filled balls slapped lewdly against her wide-splayed ass-cheeks. She pulled his hands to the upthrust mounds of her ripely mature breasts and urged him to painfully squeeze her tender nipples until she cried out in masochistic delight. She pulled his panting lips down to her gasping mouth and sucked his tongue deep into her throat, reveling in the freedom of utter abandoned passion for a sweat-covered male body.
"Harder, Ward, harder! Fuck me harder! I need it deeeepppp!" She gasped, her blatant lust no longer hidden from her teenage lover. But nothing mattered, nothing at all, except his stabbing cock lunging far up into her torrid cuntal crevice.
Deep in her surging loins, a battering ram was driving up into the fluid inferno of her clasping cunt, driving her mad with unfettered primeval lust. His drilling cock was slicing through her tender cuntal flesh, touching thousands upon thousands of sensitive nerve ends, each one sending a tiny electrical shock shooting through her wildly writhing body.
The lewdly thrashing divorcee could feel every one of the blood-filled veins which lined his lunging cock, could feel every sinewy fibre of his pulverizing cudgel slamming far into her hidden vaginal depths, could feel her tiny belly quaking as her back arched involuntarily off the blanket and her pussy lips hungrily sucked at the jutting shaft of his pounding penis. Her heels drummed on the thrusting youth's back and she sank her teeth once more into her hard muscles of his shoulder as his impaling cock slashed even more viciously up into her ravished vaginal sheath.
This might be wrong, but it was what she had needed for so long ... she couldn't stop it from happening now ... it was too late, far too late to stop anything now. Her dark hair flailing from side to side in the moonlight, Angie cried out, "I'm cummminggggg! Oh, God, I'm cummmingggggg!!!" She furiously thrust her cock-contorted cunt up at his pillaging penis, feeling his flesh-rending member fill her yearning loins to the hilt and his semen-bloated balls smack loudly against her lewdly open buttocks. "Cum with meeeeee!!"
Even as she screamed out these impassioned words, her gyrating body began to convulse wildly, her bucking pelvis and churning buttocks undulating desperately at mind blurring speed, her aching thighs clamping powerfully around his laboring back to pull his plundering penis even deeper up into her spasming vagina. She wanted to feel only one thing: his hot male sperm gushing up into her long-denied pussy, burning the tender tissues of her vaginal passage, filling her shuddering belly and then bursting back out her clenching cunt. With a lust-filled vengeance she never knew she possessed, the older woman fucked herself down onto his battering penis.
Just as her tumultuous orgasm broke over her loins, Angie felt the swelling of his plunging cock and then the hot flood of young male semen spurting endlessly from the jerking cocktip into the gulping lips of her lust-distended cunt.
"Arrrggghhh!" Ward cried out as he pummeled his pelvis savagely into her wildly pumping loins, "I'm cummmminnnnggggg!" He could feel his testicles lurching uncontrollably as stream after stream of his boiling semen burst from the exploding tip of his cock and rushed into her avidly milking pussy. With a deep sigh of relief, he fell over onto her perspiration-soaked body, dead to everything but the pure primal bliss of sexual release.
Angie lay exhausted beneath him, still panting from the sheer intensity of her ecstatic orgasm. She wanted to understand what had just happened, wanted to understand why she had done it, but her body was so weary, so totally depleted by her first sexual experience in years, that she could do nothing more than close her eyes to sleep, vowing that this would never, ever happen again. She let herself be weak this one time, but never again....
CHAPTER TWO
When she awoke the following morning, Angie Smart could not believe it had happened to her!
It had to have been a dream. But the ache of her long unused cuntal muscles, and the stickiness of congealed cum on her inner thighs she had tumbled into bed too weak to wash were unmistakable evidence of the reality of her memories.
It had happened. A teenage boy had given her more carnal pleasure than she'd ever known in her entire life, and she had responded wildly, sinfully. She'd read of divorced or widowed women running off the rails before, but never thought it could happen to her!
She could even be pregnant! For a long time the limber brunette thought about that startling possibility and had mixed emotions about it. During her unhappy marriage, it had been out of the question. Now that she was on her own with a budding business to run, it should be also out of the question as well. But she needed someone to love, and what would be more lovable than a baby from her own flesh and blood? In this enlightened age, the father of a child was unimportant ... only the child himself really mattered.
Angie considered every angle she could think of. She believed she could be a good mother, give the child a decent home, and plenty of love. That would be fine for the first few years, but what of later? What happened when the other kids started asking the child about his or her non-existent father. God! It could be Peyton Place all over again! Angie knew she could easily with her full-breasted body, long limbs, and absolute beauty make a marriage of convenience, but that would be cheating herself just to give an unborn baby a legitimate name.
Having a name isn't worth much today anyway, she told herself as she crawled from the bed, she managed to find the number of Doctor Griffin, and was for once in luck he had a half hour open at 10:30.
Angie Smart set about getting herself together. She dressed in her normal fashion, in short skirt, thin sweater and calf-high boots. She stepped in front of her full-length mirror and stared at her curvaceous body, her nipple-crested breasts outlined starkly against her tight sweater, her flaring hips and rounded buttocks accentuated by the form-fitting skirt she wore.
She was wishing that she felt as good as she looked when she finally stepped into Doctor Griffin's office and the receptionist kept her waiting only a few minutes. The doctor was comparatively young, in his early thirties, but had managed to collect one wife and six children in addition to thousands of off-color jokes to keep his patients from thinking of the scalpel. Two years ago he had removed Angie's tonsils, stuffed her with ice cream, and everything had worked out well. The lean, dark-haired doctor always seemed to be able to diagnose a case without using instruments. He wasted neither time nor words.
"You got laid and you're worried. When?" he asked as she entered the examining room with the nurse standing by. Does it show that much? Angie Smart asked herself as she whispered her guilt-ridden story without mentioning where or who. It was humiliating to hear the doctor chuckle as he asked her to lie back on the examining table with her feet in the stirrups. Abruptly she felt a cool thin phallus of some exotic metal probing in the depths of her vagina, and then a gentle sucking sensation from a machine like a small vacuum cleaner.
It took only minutes before Dr. Griffin was handing her a bottle of birth control pills and reassuring her troubled mind. Angie could hardly face the young medico as she got off the examination table. He was so outspoken and firm.
"I don't want pills," she protested. "You don't want babies either," he retorted. "You did it once, you'll do it again. Why not it's a hell of a lot of fun! Now take one a day." Embarrassed yet strangely titillated by his frank words of advice, Angie found herself laughing by the time she reached her real estate office. There were no urgent calls, but a messenger had brought a packet of brochures on the Bibbs estate. Technically speaking, she believed. A brochure picturing people enjoying themselves in the mansion, while still illustrating the property's inherent beauty, would be far more effective in attracting potential customers. So she would have to persuade Mr. Bibbs to re-do the brochure. It might cost a thousand dollars, but it might be worth a million in the end; besides, for a man of his means, a thousand dollars was a small investment indeed!
On a sketch pad, the long-haired divorcee began to lay out a new prospectus. Angie was so immersed in her new design that time passed without her realizing it, until Irene turned the switchboard over to her evening relief and came into Angie's office with a lewd grin on her enticing face and said, "Hey, kid, let's go get laid!"
"Huh!" Angie blurted, her face turning red with embarrassment.
"You got some cock last night it showed all over your face when you came in this morning," the redhead started kidding.
"It's damn well time! You know, any day that begins and ends with a fuck can't be all bad. Why don't we go out and look for some eligible males right now!
"That sort of talk makes me sick!" Angie retorted, almost wanting to hit the foul but beautiful mouth that was spewing out such obvious obscenity. "Okay, so I free-wheel a little. How about just a drink or two and something that looks like food? The two of us. If I find a man, I might go with him. Where the hell do you have to go but home anyway?"
Despite her initial anger, Angie Smart knew that the rough-talking girl was only trying to help her get over the pain of loneliness that had haunted her life ever since her divorce from Clint. Their concepts of morality might be worlds apart, yet the sexy Irene was a compassionate person, and it was not for the dark-haired divorcee to make judgment on anyone's behavior especially not after what had happened with young Ward last night. She agreed to go out with Irene. In less than an hour they were in a Mexican restaurant, drinking potent glasses of Sangria while a complex meal was being prepared in the kitchen.
Angie thought that eating out was really a good solution to her depression about Ward, as course after course of genuine Mexican food arrived at their table. She had little idea of just what she was eating, but it was all spicy and delicious, and the Sangria was swimming in her head, making her relax and enjoy herself. The attractive woman found the weight of deep-set guilt being lifted from her shoulders with the teasing music of the strolling mariachi, who played and sang loudly, if not well. It turned into a fun evening, although Angie had not imagined one was possible after the continual loneliness of the last few months. The restaurant was authentically Mexican, and she found herself ready and willing to imitate Irene and dance with the handsome Latin men who approached their table seemingly by the dozen.
It was past ten o'clock when Irene whispered, "I'm gonna split ... this guy has one like a baseball bat! You'll be okay, right?"
"I'll be okay," Angie stammered, not really wanting to be left alone, but reluctant to deny the aroused Irene her carnal pleasure. There was a small bar and she found an empty stool and sat down. She asked the barman for cognac and coffee, black, and tried to assess her own character. She was not pleased with what she found.
A mature woman, love-starved, who lay down with a boy teenager ... and went wild with sexual arousal!
How could she?
After all the years of denying her natural urges, she had become as wanton as a seasoned whoreand with a boy barely half her own age! Angie decided the only thing to do was to blank out her shame-filled memories, and she set about doing it, drinking whisky and water with increasing frequency. The alcohol hit her quickly and she was only too eager to accept when a young blond-haired man asked her to dance. He, it turned out, was equally intoxicated, and rough as well. Within minutes he had a calloused hand shoved up between Angie's flexing legs and a finger slid under the thin elastic band of her bikini panties, taunting obscenely at the fleshy lips of her cunt.
"No!" the lovely divorcee pleaded. "Please ... nooooo!"
"You want to fuck, don't you?" the man lewdly asked. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. Did her latent sexuality show so much that a total stranger could just pick her up, fondle her private parts, and set her on fire, with ungovernable desire? Well, he was right ... she did want a man buried deep in her yielding body ... but not this man. He was young and good-looking, but she could tell that he would be a bragger, and spread the story of his conquest all over town. She couldn't have that sort of reputation if she expected to pull off a two million dollar real estate deal.
Angie thought furiously for some way to get rid of this objectionable character without causing a scene. She could barely scream RAPE!!! in the restaurant. After all, he hadn't done anything except run his hand up under her provocatively short skirt and finger her helpless cunt. Perhaps if they went to the bar, she could make an excuse to vanish, like taking a trip to the toilet. Meanwhile, she would have to submit to his lewd caresses. More importantly, she would have to fight down the carnal desire that was relentlessly building deep in her love-starved loins with every plunging stroke of his finger reaming far up into her tingling pussy. She thought of how good it would feel to have his cock filling every inch of her aching cunt. No!!! she screamed at herself. You have to resist him. This is wrong all wrong!!!
But the blond man was coming on too strong, too fast. She could feel the rigid length of his erect penis rubbing enticingly against her soft belly, and had to fight herself against responding to its insistent pressure, and the fluttering sensations of arousal that were churning deep in her too-long-denied loins.
"I've got to have a drink," she gasped. "Enchiladas and tamale pie ... muy calor ... very hot ... whew!" Grinning with lewd anticipation, the tall man escorted Angie to the small bar, which was now empty except for a stunning Eurasian girl with long, blue-black hair, small but firm breasts, and a doll-like Oriental figure set off beautifully by her loosely worn dress, which was slit up the sides to the hip to expose a slender, olive-hued leg. The dark-skinned woman gave the blond man a languorous deep-eyed look as he-edged onto the stool beside her, and the tiny tip of her wet pink tongue slithered slowly across her full sensual lips. She was the most beautiful female the man had ever seen, and he quickly lost all interest in Angie; he didn't even turn his head as the uncomfortable divorcee excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Angie had immediately noticed the man's obvious interest in the Eurasian girl, and hoped that he would drop any desire for herself and concentrate on the beautiful Dragon Lady.
Angie almost fainted away when she finally returned from the ladies' room to find them in a deep embrace at the bar. But it was no embrace of love. The dark-skinned woman held a hatpin which had been keeping her barrette in place, a mere quarter of an inch from the eyeball the right eyeball of the blond man, and she was saying something very softly to him, smiling all the while. It was a deadly smile.
His face pale with fear, the man backed away without looking around, and quickly fled through the door. The exotic Eurasian girl casually slipped the long steel pin back through her barrette, fixing it firmly to her jet black hair again. She smiled at Angie and motioned her to sit on the stool the blond man had so suddenly evacuated. With no small amount of uncertainty, the dark-haired divorcee accepted.
"Hi, I'm Suzie Wing and no bad jokes about Suzie Wong, please," the Eurasian woman said. "I'm afraid your friend has left."
"He wasn't exactly a friend," the confused real estate woman replied. Angie introduced herself and added, "I don't know what you said to him, but whatever it was, thank you."
"I just told him that if he didn't leave, he would have my hat pin stuck through his eyeball and into his brain," she said with a soft laugh. "I think you could use a drink."
"I could," Angie admitted. "Why? Why would you do that to whoever-he-was?"
"I am a woman. I don't like to see another woman mauled. You were in distress ... "
"I suppose I was ... thanks...." Angie said as the barman delivered a huge pitcher of Sangria, a red wine lashed with gin, bits of bananas, pears, oranges, lemons, cherries, and whatever else came to hand. Angie needed it, as she needed to talk with someone.
Time went by ... more pitchers came and were drained.
Sangria is subtle ... it sneaks up and envelopes the unwary drinker. Not like hard whisky, but much more effective. It kills a lot of time. Angie Smart was amazed when she found the lights going on bright and the barman saying it was closing time. How had the night gone by so fast? Her brain seemed to be scrambled. She knew she was drunk when she tried to walk to the door and her feet wouldn't track. Twice she almost stumbled but was caught and steered right by Suzie Wing.
"You're in no shape to drive," Suzie said. "I'll take you home."
"Nice of you, Suzie," Angie mumbled as she was helped into a Mercedes convertible. "God, I've never been drunk like this!"
"It happens ... to all of us," the tiny Eurasian girl said as she started the powerful motor and kicked the Mercedes through the gears.
She took Angie Smart not to her own home, but to an expensive penthouse apartment. The bristling wind rushing over her face suddenly sobered the inebriated divorcee.
"I don't live here!" Angie protested. "For tonight you do ... unless you want to go to your house and find that clown from the bar waiting for you there. He was writing down your address when I took him over," Suzie said. "I scared him pretty good with that hatpin, but you can bet he's hanging around your neighborhood, just hoping you'll show up so he can even the score."
"Oh, my God!" Angie blurted. Such an idea had never occurred to the naive woman, but she could see how it was possible. She was grateful to the black-haired beauty for rescuing her from her own foolishness ... and at the same time embarrassed because she had no nightgown, nothing but the scanty clothes on her back. Having lived alone for so long, Angie didn't own a nightgown or negligee. She considered such garments to be sex thing, anyway, and she had been a long time without sex, until that wild night on the beach with Ward Bibbs. But despite her doubts, she knew that she had no where else to go, so she said, "Yes, thank you ... I'd like to stay with you."
The apartment was magnificently furnished, and immediately that Suzie Wing was either very rich or had a good friend who was. With the teak-wood furniture, the expensive paintings, the antique mirrors, she guessed it would sell for better than half a million dollars. The marble bath itself was at least twice as big as one in an ordinary tract house.
Angie's professional eye told her "It is very pleasant here, yes?" Suzie's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "Undress and join me." Angie Smart's eyes boggled when she turned around to see that Suzie Wing was naked, her hair rolled up into a chignon and covered with a plastic cap. With no sign of embarrassment, she stood there, her small, proud breasts up-thrust, her curl-fringed vagina visibly trembling with wanton desire. Her belly looked so tiny, her hips so rich and sweet ... she was a full foot shorter than Angie....
As though mesmerized, Angie Smart slipped out of her own clothes. She stood beside the alluring half-Oriental girl who twisted a handle which unleashed powerful streams of water from all directions, buffeting the startled divorcee, and throwing her into the waiting arms of Suzie Wing, who only laughed and held her voluptuous body close to her own curvaceous nakedness.
"You like this," Suzie said, as she slowly slid her hand down between the shocked real estate agent's thighs. Angie tried to cry out a protest, but instead found herself shamelessly grinding her pelvis against the intruding female fingers. They were so much more delicate than the rough hand of the blond man at the bar. She felt the exotic girl's long fingernails dance like butterflies up and down the burning furrow of her tingling pussy, taunting her swollen clitoris while Suzie pulled Angie's head down and kissed her deeply, her tongue spearing in and out of the divorcee's soft, saliva-filled mouth, while her lips sucked hungrily at every groan of submission that rose from deep in the white-skinned woman's throat.
And then suddenly the Eurasian girl broke away, pulling her delving finger from Angie's smoldering cunt, and with eyes as dark as the pools of hell, she looked deep into Angie's face.
"We're ready for bed," she said.
"Oh, yes, yes ... ye" ... yes...." Angie mumbled slavishly, and allowed herself to be led like a blind woman toward the bedroom.
She could not wait to feel Suzie's lush lips sucking her aching cunt, her teasing tongue delving deep into her seething vagina.
Obscene? Immoral?
Yes, but she needed something, anything to quell the raging flames of lust that threatened to consume her very being. She needed something, and she needed it now! With her breath catching in her throat, Angie watched the olive-hued girl take her long, blue-black hair down, letting it tumble until it almost covered her unblemished ass-cheeks. Then she tossed her head to the side and half of her silken hair flipped over her shoulders, streaming down to half-conceal her naked breasts.
Angie found herself helpless to resist as the other woman drew her to the huge bed and eased her down on it, kissing her perfectly shaped breasts, while she whispered, "We will make love."
"Noooooo...." Angie protested weakly, her heart skipping a beat when the words reached her brain.
Yes she didn't draw away as Suzie Wing's soft, wet lips brushed against her painfully swollen breast, and her tiny pink tongue began to slide around one turgid nipple and then the other. Angie found herself parting her long, tapered legs to allow the girl's burrowing fingers free access to her aroused pussy. She sighed as one thin finger, then a second, eased up into her feverish vagina, teasing at her sensitive cuntal folds. The excited divorcee began to writhe around on the big bed, discarding all thoughts of morality, humping her pubic mound up urgently, wanting her throbbing vaginal passage to be filled with more than probing fingers.
If only Suzie Wing had a cock!
But Suzie didn't need one ... she had her tongue and lips.
"Let me...." she whispered. "Just lie back and let me kiss you...." Angie Smart was unable to stop herself from obeying. Moaning softly, she was trying to understand how she had escaped the lecherous clutches of a potential rapist, only to yield so readily to a lesbian!
Her long, slender legs were drawing apart in lewd invitation to the naked girl before her, and she could feel her pussy lips filling with the blood of arousement as Suzie's deft little tongue licked like a taunting whip lower and lower on her quivering belly. This was not what she wanted ... it had never happened before ... but she was spreading her legs wide, even pulling at Suzie's black-haired head, wanting her mouth and tongue ... wanting to pull this exotic woman's face straight into the seething cauldron of her tingling vagina.
As the divorcee's clutching hands wrapped themselves in her silken hair, the Eurasian girl slowly parted the trembling lips of Angie's pussy and began to blow her warm breath into the steaming wet cuntal furrow. Her mouth went up and down the seeping vaginal sheath, teasing with her breath but keeping her lips a fraction of an inch away from the inexperienced woman's hungry cunt. She could feel Angie quivering like a mare in heat, and wanted to tease her loins into a fever-pitch of excitement. Her eyes stared at the cuntal crevice gaping open beneath her soft lips, giving off its piquant aroma of feminine arousal, and Suzie Wing wanted so much to glue her moist lips to the proffered pussy slit only inches away ... but she was no novice ... she knew Angie would be out of her mind with desire if she waited just a few more minutes....
"Lick it ... ooohhhh ... lick!" Angie chanted. "Suck meee...!" Wildly she ground her hips and thrust her pussy up toward the teasing lips that were so enticingly close to her burning vagina. "Pleaseeeeee ... "
Suzie Wing's response was to draw a deep breath and slowly blow it over the squirming woman's palpitating cunt.
At the same time, she delicately parted the older woman's squirming ass-cheeks, and deftly slid a slender finger far up into the hot warm moistness of Angie's anus. The vulnerable divorcee didn't flinch at all. Instead, with a muffled groan of pleasure, she wantonly screwed herself down onto the impaling digit, feeling it move deep inside her quavering body, the long, curved fingernail slowly rotating within her narrow rectum.
And then finally, at long last, she felt the inciting liquid warmth of Suzie's fervent mouth caressing her fire-filled vaginal flanges. "Ooooohhhhh!!!" Angie moaned, grinding her pelvis up to meet her massaging mouth as the probing finger plunged even deeper up into the tight clutching depths of her stretched anus.
She felt tiny fingers from the Eurasian girl's other hand gently spreading the fleshy lips of her overheated cunt, and then Suzie's tiny pink tongue was fluttering up and down her vaginal furrow, dancing as light as the wings of a butterfly, teasing the coral-hued inner flesh of her desecrated pussy.
And then Suzie's soft lips were enclosing the lust-swollen bud of Angie's clitoris, sucking the tiny sensation organ while her probing tongue continued to spear deep into the real estate agent's steaming cunt.
"Oh, my GOD!!!" the passion-incited woman cried, tightly locking her smooth legs around the slowly bobbing face of the Eurasian girl and violently jamming her cunt up against her pleasure-giving mouth. And then with a barely suppressed chuckle of triumph, Suzie Wing went on to the next sexual delight of her lesbian seduction. She moved lower and her tongue slithered far up the churning depths of Angie's cuntal passage, swirling and twisting like an eel even as her caressing lips sucked voraciously at the soft, pulsing lips of Angie's gyrating pussy. Her stiffened tongue drove up into the divorcee's tender, sensitive vaginal flesh like a slickened spear, hot and urgent, bringing Angie to a peak of sexual excitement she had never dreamed for any female to experience.
Her shaking thighs clasped and unclasped; her flailing body thrashed across the bed as though touched by an electric wire; and suddenly she screamed at the top of her lungs, "I'm cummmmiiinngggg!!!
Angie clamped her sweating thighs violently around the glistening face of the Eurasian girl, and with a savage strength she didn't know she possessed, pulled the burrowing face even tighter against her heaving loins as her scalding cum-juices began to gush from her spasming cunt. She felt the greedy mouth between her thighs swallowing her passion juices eagerly, the hot tongue still boring deep up into her burning vagina.
"Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Not yet ... more, MORE!!!"
"Ummmmmmmm...." Suzie murmured as she continued to kneel subserviently between the groaning woman's clutching thighs. The fleshy lips of Angie's tight cunt fascinated her, and time and time again she teased across their slickened surface with her fluttering tongue. Suzie had never made love to such a passionate woman before ... she kept cumming and cumming until her milk-white body trembled with exhaustion. The Oriental girl realized that this was the first lesbian experience for Angie. Well, it wouldn't be the last, either ... Suzie Wing promised herself this.
She reached up, letting her deft fingers tease the still thrashing body of the beautiful brunette until her hands closed softly over the jiggling mounds of Angie's breasts. She began to knead the pliant flesh and tweak the turgid nipples just enough to stimulate Angie to further sensual pleasure. With the tip of her probing pink tongue, Suzie once more delved deep up into the dripping cunt that glistened with her own saliva and Angie's burning cum. Urgently she pressed her soft lips against the writhing divorcee's insatiable vagina and sucked wildly as her tongue drove far up into the piquant depths of her lust maddened pussy.
Only when the totally exhausted Angie fell back on the sweat-soaked bed, her long legs splaying open, her sated body unable to move, did Suzie Wing cease her oral lovemaking and slither up in the big bed to embrace the dazed woman and lewdly whisper, "Want to see what your pussy tastes like?"
She kissed Angie full on the lips, her tongue probing into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Angie tried to resist at first, then passively submitted to the kiss, sucking the fluttering tongue deep into her mouth and caressing Suzie's sleek, smooth body, cupping her little breasts and even exploring between her legs, lightly caressing her moistened cuntal lips.
Angie Smart fell asleep with her hand imprisoned between the soft sensitive flesh of Suzie Wing's supple thighs. Hours later, when a splitting headache overcame her weariness and forced her awake, Angie could not believe it had happened that she had actually allowed another woman to make love to her!
God! That was even worse than what had happened on the beach with Ward! He may have been a teenager, but at least he was a male. An enlightened society could probably understand how, after so much painful loneliness, she could have yielded to her long suppressed carnal desires and, under the influence of a full moon and warm water, had sex with a young boy. But who would understand or possibly condone her all-too-easy seduction at the hands of an experienced lesbian? How could she expect anyone to understand it, since Angie Smart was unable to understand it herself.
At first she was not sure it had happened maybe it was just a bad dream.
But the way her body still shivered from the lewd oral ministrations of Suzie Wing's tongue was no dream. The rumpled bed in which the lovely Eurasian girl lay at this moment with her legs spread wide, her hair-lined cunt still fully exposed to Angie's gaping eyes, her firm breasts like smooth, olive-hued little cones peaked by tiny cherry nipples, was certainly not any dream.
Angie slowly looked around the lavish room and brought her hand to her mouth. She breathed deeply, and smelled the sweet musk of cunt on her fingers.
Suzie Wing's cunt.
My God! How did I ever do such a thing? Clasping her hands to her aching head, she sought out the bathroom and discovered some aspirin. She gulped four pills down and began to run warm water into the huge tub, suddenly aware that her thighs were sticky with her own cum-juices. She remembered climaxing wildly with Suzie's hot mouth sucking her pussy, but could not remember how many times it had happened.
As Angie stepped into the tub and began to slowly lave her body with a bar of expensively scented soap, she wondered how it had all happened.
Why would a beautiful young girl like Suzie want her! Suzie was so fragilely lovely, the best of Oriental and European blood: it was obvious that she could make any man her slave. She could easily have taken off with the big blond haired man yet she had chosen to put a sharp steel hatpin to his eye and threaten to take his life.
Instead, she had taken Angie home and made love beautiful oral loveto her. Blushing in the big black marble tub, Angie recalled her own wild response to the mysterious woman's flickering tongue and sucking lips.
Languidly soaking in the warm soapy water, Angie Smart tried to bring her mind back to bare on the important factors of why such an immoral seduction should happen in the first place. For the moment, attempting to be impartial, she set aside her own undeniable guilt.
Even with the cold eye of logic, Angie could not understand why another woman would want to kneel humbly between her legs and use her mouth and tongue on her steaming vagina as Suzie had done. Yet it had obviously filled a real need for the lovely Eurasian. And she herself had responded with a wantonness that she wouldn't have believed was possible ... What woman could help but be aroused in such a titillating situation? She thought of several other young, pretty women she knew, and the shocking confidences they had shared with her about their own sex lives.
At first she had thought they were putting her on with the lewd and intimate descriptions of what they did with their boyfriends or husbands.
She could not imagine how a girl could take a penis into her mouth or anus! But they said they did and loved every moment of it, too! "Angie, you should try it before you knock it," one angelic-appearing blonde had told her one night. "I mean, it's nice to have a hot thick cock in your pussy, and if the guy's good, he'll see that you cum. But what do you feel when he cums? A hot spatter of sticky juice ... and then he's lying on top of you, panting like a beached whale, and there's nothing left.
"But if you go down on him, you can make it last for a couple of hours. Kiss and lick his cock until he's moaning with pleasure, and then start to suck, just a little, very slow. You know? Move your tongue around that soft rubbery head and feel him tingle all over. With the tip of your tongue, you can pick up every heartbeat. You know when he's going to cum! And then you suck his spurting semen down with his prick buried deep in your mouth. And when he's stopped cumming, when there isn't a drop left, use your tongue again, around the head of his cock. For a couple of minutes after he cums, a man is so sensitive there that hitting it with a feather is enough to make him jump out the window!"
"Oh, for the love of Christ!" Angie Smart had blurted, and quickly fled such licentious chatter.
But the obscene words had stayed with her all these months, reappearing with a startling vividness whenever she was weak with desire.
Now, facing the sordid fact of her sinful behavior, she tried to get her thoughts organized as best she could in her confused mind.
She realized now that one of her basic problems with Clint had been her absolute refusal to indulge in anything but straight sex. Time after time he had attempted to perform cunnilingus on her and she had fought him off violently. And even more staunchly had she resisted his every effort to make her take his stiffened penis in her mouth.
That was a filthy, dirty thing to do, and she knew it. She resented his attempts to violate her body with his lewd demand. Many nights she had lain, sleepless, beside her husband and had had images of sadistic violence that had appalled her the next morning.
She had thought how satisfying it would be to draw a pair of long black nylon stockings up her smoothly curved legs and fasten them to a jeweled garter belt, and then slip her feet into patent leather shoes with ridiculously high heels, and finally come into their bedroom, clad in nothing else but these provocative garments.
And as he reached for her, panting with desire, she would smash the sharp nail heel of one shoe into his stiffened cock and cum-bloated balls.
Or very subtly, she would let Clint force her into fellatio. And then, as he was cumming in her mouth, she would whip out a hidden knife and slash his cock and balls off. Of course, Angie had done none of these fantasy things, but the very presence of such sadistic images in her mind made her doubt, at times, her own sanity. Who knows, she thought to herself, maybe if I had stayed longer with Clint I actually might have done one of those ghastly things.
But she had meekly gone away when she could stand no more. And it had been a good move. Now she was independent.
Or was she?
Only a woman who is in desperate need of a man is going to make love with a teenaged boy, and then to a beautiful lesbian. "Get out of here!" she whispered at the disturbing memories of her lewd behavior with Ward and Suzie as she turned on the shower to rinse the soap off her satin-smooth flesh. She hoped Suzie Wing would not be awakened by the sound of running water. She quickly dried her perfectly formed body in a fluffy towel and scooped up her clothes, struggling into them as though her life depended on it.
Angie found a phone in the living room of the lush apartment and started to call a taxi, only to realize she had no idea of where she was. Some searching produced a phone book, and in it she found Suzie's address. She made her call. Within minutes the cab arrived, and Angie settled back with a sigh of relief in the rear seat, asking the driver to take her to her own beach cottage.
Once there, she changed clothes and checked in with Irene on the phone.
"Get your ass down here, baby, you've got clients."
"I've got a headache," Angie Smart protested. "Can you stall?"
"They're driving a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow ... like no, you don't stall that kind of money. They want to look at the Bibbs joint. Get your ass down here or you'll blow the whole damned deal!"
"Tell them fifteen minutes ... I'll make it in ten!"
She made it in eight, even allowing time for a change of clothes and a phone call to the Bibbs mansion. To her horror, she discovered that Stanley Bibbs was not at home. He had been called away on business, his grandson informed Angie. Her heart sank. The house and grounds were so big that she hadn't had time to absorb all of it, so she couldn't properly show it alone. "Ward, I need help," she pleaded. "I don't know the place well enough yet to make a sales pitch ... or even to show them around for that matter. Could you ... please be there and help me?"
"No sweat," he said calmly. "Question do you love me?"
"Oh, Ward!" Angie cried and hung up the phone, tears bursting from her deep blue eyes. The prospective buyers, Joe and Samantha Durocher, were in their mid-forties and had been waiting patiently for a good half an hour by the time the harried divorcee arrived. They waved off Angie Smart's profuse apologies for keeping them so long, and escorted her to their luxury-designed Rolls-Royce. Joe Durocher drove the heavy machine like it was a sports car through the cypress-lined curving roads of New Yarmouth. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. In minutes there was a relaxed air of conviviality as Angie sat in the front seat between the couple and Samantha built drinks from a tiny bar in what had once been the glove compartment. Angie sipped a fine Bloody Mary and learned how the two of them had come to hear about the mansion being for sale.
The Durochers had known Stan Bibbs for years and had always loved his seafront estate. They wanted to buy it. The day before, they had phoned him, only to be told that Angie would handle any sale ... so they had come to her. The deal could not be concluded immediately because of tax problems, but they would work out the financial details with Stan Bibbs.
"I'm his agent," Angie said, almost choking on her tongue. "What's your offer?"
"Million and a half," Joe said casually.
"I took inventory," she said, trying to match his cool. "For that you get a bare house. No Chippendale chairs, no oils on the walls. And five acres, not twenty."
"Bitch," he said. "I know what it's worth. The paintings alone, at least a million. Tapestries and sculptures, another million. House and grounds a million and a half." Angie took a deep breath and decided to go for it all. "If you want the whole place, everything included, the price will be three and one-half million dollars. If you're not interest, you can turn this beautiful car around and take me back to my office. "
"Tough bitch," he said. But he kept on driving toward the mansion.
Angie noticed that Joe Durocher was sweating as he finally stepped out of the luxurious car, slipping a small black box into his pocket. She was sure she had blown the sale, and wondered why in the name of God she had demanded so much money for the estate. How could she have been so bold? Although she believed in her heart that the property was worth every cent of the price she had quoted, it was a terrible jump from what Stanley Bibbs had expected to receive for his rambling mansion. And yet, Mr. Durocher hadn't turned the car around.
Angie could hardly look young Ward in the eyes when they arrived. But showing the house turned out to be a breeze. The couple seemed to know it much better than she did, and Ward, bless him, gave no indication that anything had ever happened between them.
The harmony of the meeting was broken up by a phone call. Ward took it, blinked, and then handed the instrument to Angie. Irene was on the other end, speaking quickly, with an audible quaking in her normally cool voice.
"I'm screening ... are you still with that couple?"
"Yes," the puzzled divorcee said.
"I'm holding a call. The man on the other end says he's the President. Like the White House."
"Wait...." Angie was not in a mood for jokes. She took in three deep breaths, her ripe full breasts rising and falling with each one, before turning to Joe Durocher and asking casually, "Do you happen to know the President?"
"Oh, damn!" he said, and grabbed the phone. Angie heard a long string of "yessirs" and "nosirs" before the man hung up. He suddenly looked older as he said to Angie, "I'm sorry, we'll have to cut this short. You know who that was. I don't even have time to drive you back to your office. Please excuse us we'll be in touch as soon as we can."
And with that he was gone. Already his wife was outside in the Rolls, gunning the motor. The big car spewed gravel behind it as it swerved violently down the curving drive, disappearing in a cloud of dust.
"Jeez ... you think that really was the President?" the blond-headed boy asked.
"Irene McCoy checks out the jokers. I think it was," Angie Smart said. She rubbed her hand over her eyes and muttered, "Oh, Ward ... I'm sick."
"Huh?" he said, not understanding what she was saying.
"Please don't ask questions!" Angie almost screamed at him. "Let me tell you myself!"
The teenaged boy was stunned. He could not understand what had set off such an irrational outburst. Certainly he had done nothing. Was this beautiful woman going crazy?
"I don't get it," he said.
"I don't get it either," Angie admitted. "But ... do something for me ... please!"
"Anythingbut what?" Ward said, totally confused now. "Take me to the cove ... and make love to me." Angie Smart could not believe that such lewd words were actually coming from her own mouth, yet she knew she had to somehow regain her sanity ... to know she was a full-blooded woman, and not a perverted lesbian. She swallowed hard and added, "After, I'll tell you something terrible. About me!"
"What the hell...." Young Ward was now more confused that ever. He had always been the seducer, not the seduced. Yet this lovely older woman was literally begging him to give her his cock. And she had something bugging her head, something she seemed to think he could unlock. Grandpop would know how to handle this, but Grandpop wasn't around to give him advice. He would have to play it by ear. The lovely divorcee was pleading with her eyes for compassion and understanding.
And he remembered all too well the tight sweetness of her voracious cunt. Oh damn, to get his hard cock in her pussy just one more time! Shit, she didn't have to ask him to do that. That's all he'd been thinking about since she left the other night. But why the hell do it on the beach? Damn, there were beds enough to supply an army in the mansion. But the yearning boy sensed the woman wanted to be taken under the hot afternoon sun by the crashing surf, that this would satisfy some craving in her that he couldn't logically understand.
Well, if that's what she wanted, that's what he'd give her, Ward thought, feeling his penis getting rock hard with salacious anticipation. The tiny cove was completely isolated. They couldn't be seen by anyone, except in an airplane.
"Okay, let's fuck!" he shouted, and before Angie could protest, she was being pulled from the huge house down the hill to the beach and onto one of the chaise lounges. Young Ward was immediately on top of her luscious body, ripping her clothes off until she was completely naked in the hot sun.
"No ... Noooooo...." she pleaded, her arms struggling to stop him from the crass abuse of her body.
Yet the soft wet lips of her pussy were visibly dilating, encouraging him to frantically lust for her vagina. As she felt his mushroom-shaped cock-head pressuring at the nibbling entrance of her trembling cunt, she cried out softly and thrust her pelvis upward, completely engulfing his stiffened organ to the hilt. She felt her tender pussy lips spreading like the rippling waves of the ocean as her straining vagina stretched grotesquely to accommodate his rampant penis up inside her quivering belly.
Even as she cried out a desperate plea for Ward to stop, she found herself wildly screwing her ravenous loins up the thick length of his plundering cock, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his rampaging young body, the moistened flanges of her cunt locked securely around his rapidly thrusting cock-shaft.
God! She could feel every hot inch of his burgeoning manhood ... every thick vein of his cock tearing her pussy apart ... every swing of his semen-filled balls smacking harshly against her tiny, defenseless anus! And he was savagely biting her tender, heaving breasts, the searing pain driving her absolutely wild with uncontrollable lust.
Angie Smart arched her back and bucked furiously back up against his adolescent loins, luxuriating in the spell-binding feeling of his rampaging penis ripping up into her helpless cunt. She bucked her pelvis wildly upward to meet the skewering penetration of his erected member, her vaginal muscles sucking his pistoning shaft deeper into the raging inferno of her cuntal slit, her long fingernails raking blood from Ward's laboring back. Her full, sensual mouth was gasping, her passion-glazed eyes staring up at the glowing sun, her soft skin drenched in sweat.
"Oh, I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Angie cried out, clutching her furiously fucking lover tight, her slender legs snaking out to wrap themselves around his pounding pelvis. "You cum toooo!"
"In your mouth ... take it in your mouth!" he blurted.
"Noooooo ... Nooooo...." The writhing, aroused girl protested. "This way! Cum in my cunt nooowwww!" Squirming and thrusting, she screwed her voracious vagina up and down his pillaging cock, biting and scratching his straining shoulders, until he had no choice but to orgasm as his swinging balls exploded with a white-hot fury, his thick cum pouring far up into the hotly clutching depths of her spasming pussy. He heard the older woman gasp in carnal ecstasy as his scalding semen burned into her heaving loins. "Oh God, here it comes," he cried out, "my cum in your cunt! Cummminnnggg!"
When the last gushing drop of his semen had been milked from his cock, Ward collapsed upon Angie's sweat-slickened body. Damn, but she's a good fuck, he thought to himself. But what was this problem in her pretty head?
What had she wanted to tell him? Beneath him, splayed out on the sand, her legs still clutching around his slim waist, Angie Smart lay panting with her spent passion. Every few seconds she shuddered and clutched at his body.
With the wisdom of a newly enlightened youth, knowing she had just orgasmed furiously and would talk about any problem, young Ward set about making her do just that. After all, he reasoned, she'd said she wanted to tell him something.
With all the virility of a young male, Ward's cum-coated penis was still hard as a rock inside her trembling body. And her hot pussy was still twitching around his imbedded cock-shaft, seeking more of his lust-quenching seed. Her hands were trailing sensually over his back as he lay in the warm cradle of her clutching legs.
Damn, she's a fine little piece of ass! He didn't want to lose her. "You wanted to tell me something," he said, pushing his penis slowly in and out of her pulsing vagina. He felt her tender cuntal flesh ripple ahead of the mushroom-shaped knob of his penis, and listened pridefully to her soft sigh of contentment. "About Grandpop's house?"
"No ... no ... about ME! And I can't Yet Angie Smart could not stop talking, not with his thick penis gently teasing in and out of her desirous cunt. Her words came from her lush lips in little gasps, and stinging tears of guilt poured from her blue eyes as she confessed her shameful lesbian encounter with Suzie Wing ... and how much she had enjoyed it.
The teenager laughed jovially and cupped her firm breasts in his hands, rolling them like rubber balls as he continued to slowly fuck her cum-drenched vagina, his stiffened cock sliding in and out of her clutching cunt, drawing soft pink flesh with his glistening shaft on every outstroke, then driving the sensitive folds back up into her undulating loins on the instroke.
"You got eaten by a girl and you liked it," he said.
"Yes," Angie admitted. "Yes! And I loved it!"
"Big fuckin' deal!" the boy said. "So you got licked by a queer broad! You think that makes you queer too? Well, I'm gonna show you a man can do it a hell of a lot better than any chick!"
Angie struggled to get free of his powerful embrace as she felt his still hard cock slip from the warm clutch of her cunt, but the youth's strength was superior to her own feeble efforts. She was helpless as he relentlessly spread her long, thrashing legs apart, then dropped his tanned face down into the hair-covered "vee" of her trembling thighs.
"Eeeeeeaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" the pinned-down divorcee cried out as she felt his searing lips glue themselves to her exposed pussy and the twisting spear of his young tongue plunging deep up into the innermost secrets of her smoldering cunt.
Against her will, she found her hands clutching his bobbing head, pulling it even tighter against her torrid cuntal cleft.
How could this sort of thing happen to her? How could she, who had lived alone for so long, free from sex of any kind, suddenly yield to anybody, man or woman, who wanted to ravish her voluptuous body? But her question could not be answered, not when the only thing that Angie Smart was aware of was the plunging tongue diving deep into her tingling cunt.
She wildly fucked up to his lewdly bobbing head, watching her cuntal juices glisten on the young boy's face as his delving tongue made the insatiable volcano inside her loins explode again in a mind-shattering orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out as her cumjuices spilled out of her gaping pussy and drenched Ward's plundering tongue.
As if in a dream, Angie saw his still rigid cock as he finally rose from his kneeling position and stood over her. I know it's wrong, but I want to suck it, she thought. Oh dear God, what was happening to her She was completely unable to control her traitorous body, completely at the dubious mercy of her own carnal lust!
With a wild scream, she ran to the beach and plunged into the near-frigid waters of the Pacific, swimming furiously, feeling her nipples harden and her satiated pussy clench against the cold. Her long dark hair streamed behind her in the clear blue water as she tried to cleanse her body and mind of the mindless lust that would give her neither rest nor peace.
How easy it would be just to give up and sink under the surging waves.
But Angie felt she owed a debt to herself which had to be paid.
There were sins she had to expiate.
The sin of seducing a boy half her age. The sin of making love with a girl. She swam for nearly an hour and then, exhausted, she came back to the little beach and saw young Ward lying in the sun, his teenage penis still rock hard and glistening in the bright sun.
She had the sudden lust-filled desire to drop on the brilliant white sand beside him and engulf his blood-engorged cock-shaft with the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.
Noooo! she screamed at herself, Not again!
And with a sudden surge of willpower that surprised her, the determined divorcee stalked up the hill to the house and dressed without looking at the boy.
She cried all the way home in the back of the taxi she'd called.
CHAPTER THREE
For two full days, Angie devoted herself to nothing but business, plunging herself into the myriad details involved in selling a very expensive piece of real estate. She found herself being snappish and irritable with everyone she came in contact with.
And having Irene McCoy in the same office became an almost intolerable annoyance. Irene was giving her the needle, just for fun the vivacious redhead was not a vicious person but it hurt Angie anyway. Irene kept talking about getting laid and sucking men's cocks until Angie Smart wanted to scream with shame and outrage.
The guilt she was carrying was bad enough without having to put up with Irene's constant kidding. And it was also one of those frustrating weeks when no prospective clients were showing up to look at property. For hours at a time Angie retreated to a quiet coffee shop and planned out the type of brochure she wanted to show on the Bibbs's estate. She had heard nothing more from the Durochers, and was ready to write them off as potential buyers until, by discreet inquiry, she discovered that the man was tremendously wealthy in his own right, a highly respected corporate lawyer who often served without pay as a consultant to high federal officials. He sometimes was called to Washington by the President himself for months at a time. So he was still a potential prospect, and she would just have to wait and see what developed.
Meanwhile, she mentally designed the brochure she wanted to put out, and sought facts which would be important to anyone who could afford to buy such an expensive estate. From the county courthouse, Angie got precise figures on taxes, present and projected. She checked zoning regulations and restrictions. In a confidential interview with the president of New Yarmouth Estates, she established just what type of buyer would be acceptable to the exclusive community. Although there were no laws against racial discrimination, the Estates were a privately held corporation, and the stockholders, meaning the owners of the vast expanse of land, voted on all potential newcomers. There were no blacks. There were two Italian families, but only because they happened to be among the owners of the biggest bank in the world. There were eight Irish names. Otherwise, it was WASP country through and through.
"This is illegal," Angie Smart protested to the president. "You know as well as I do how the courts have ruled on the issue of racial discrimination in housing."
"My dear," the balding man with a bulging belly said, "The Supreme Court is not going to argue with one and a half billion dollars, which is roughly the net worth of the property owners in New Yarmouth Estates."
"I see," Angie said, knowing all too well that what he was saying was a fact of life in the United States. She knew from her business experience there would be no outward indications of discrimination. There would be subtle but powerful pressure brought to bear to insure that no loans were given to undesirable applicants. Police would be instructed to run checks on everything from parking tickets on up. Private investigators would be hired to look into rumored girlfriends. Or sexual perversions. Some way, somehow, such a person would be refused entry into the community.
It could be a very dirty business, but all strictly legal. The WASP could sting ... and she wasn't big enough to fight it. The message was clear. Jews, Catholics, Negroes, Indians, Italians, Polish, and Orientals were not welcome. They had their own areas.
Angie Smart wanted to be sick, yet she couldn't dislike the elderly man. He had at least been honest with her. And she could tell he felt uncomfortable about revealing the way his housing project discriminated against all but a select group of human beings. She flashed him a pleasant smile as the interview was concluded.
Then there were private sessions with a certified public accountant, who produced a variety of potential options on the purchase of the property, and then sent her to a good tax lawyer.
Finally, with her financial and legal advice firmly in hand, Angie Smart sought out a somewhat scruffy, but talented, photographer who was short of money She told him what was needed. A layout on the grounds, misted, to create an antebellum atmosphere. An elegant layout of the interior of the mansion with people included in the picture. A shot of the horseshoe cove with young people cavorting in the surf, cooking up a big clambake, playing guitars, the whole bit.
"I can do it," the photographer said. "But there's a problem. My best cameras are in hock. And I don't have any money to buy film."
"A true artist!" Angie exclaimed, reaching for her purse. "How much?"
"Four bills, to get rolling," he said after a moment's thought. "I want two thou for the job ... the hock money comes out of that. You can get it done for a lot cheaper, but I'm the best and I need the bread, honey. Kid you not."
The young man looked like he'd been subsisting on beans and bread for a long time. But Angie Smart had been taken before because of her soft heart. Now she had to be hard. "Give me your pawn tickets," she said. From her purse she pulled out her wallet and counted out ten twenty-dollar bills. "Two hundred dollars; for walking around money. I get your cameras, you put them to work, and then you get the rest of the money when you're done and I can see your work."
"Okay ... you'll like it," he said. She liked it. She liked the haunting exteriors of the Bibbs estate caught in seaside mist and fog, sitting quietly among the twisted cypress. The dew-gleaming roses, the stately appearance of the mansion itself, the shrouded sea beyond the cliff, draped in dark, fat clouds, all of the photographs were everything that she had hoped for.
But now Angie Smart was worried. So far, all the expenses had come out of her own thinly-lined pocket. If Stanley Bibbs didn't like her presentation, she would be down to her last dime. With fear making her soft little belly quiver, she phoned the mansion and was surprised to discover Stanley Bibbs at home.
She was more surprised when, without a question, he approved all her plans and cut through her well-rehearsed explanatory speech. "You want two parties ... one with adults in the house and one a beach-blanket thing," he said. "Good thinking. Ward can raise an army of teens in ten minutes, but for appearance's sake, there has to be a chaperone. You'll have to be there anyway to direct the photography. Let's plan on you supervising the party as well.
Angie Smart almost cringed at the thought of being close to young Ward again. She didn't know if she could trust herself. But she had no choice but to agree to Stanley Bibbs's suggestions.
Angie was pleased with the way the party for the adults worked out. It began in mid-afternoon with everyone in casual dress, strolling about the grounds or relaxing with a drink on the huge patio. Later, there was an elegant black-tie dinner in the dazzling elegance of the huge mansion.
Only one incident troubled her. As she was standing in a darkened hallway, Ward, dressed in a tuxedo, had slid up behind her and cupped her ripely mature breasts in his hands and rubbed her nipples into a near-bursting arousal.
"Let's go fuck," he whispered lewdly in her ear, blowing his rasping breath over her sensitive neck.
"Oh, God! Ward!" Angie gasped, trying to free herself from his obscenely clutching hands. But even while she was trying to escape, she found the smooth roundness of her buttocks grinding back against his insistently pressing loins, and felt his young, robust penis hardening and pushing deep into the pliant cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Angie blurted, "It was a mistake ... "
"You loved it ... you loved me eating your pussy." Angie knew she had to move, and quickly. If his grasping hands clutched her heaving breasts another half minute, she would yield wantonly to his every demand. With a sob, she raised her right foot and brought her spike heel down onto his instep. And as he yelled in pain, she dug her elbow deep into his ribs and broke away, almost running back to the party.
From somewhere behind her she heard him shout, "Bitch! Damn bitch!" But luckily for her, the walls of the house were so thick that the loud curse didn't reach the cavernous hall where all the guests were having their after-dinner drinks. A butler passed with a tray and Angie snatched two tall glasses without thinking.
"Thanks ... I've been trying to flag Jeeves down for half an hour," a voice said as a hand appeared and took one of the glasses. "I think that flunky believes he's one of the POSH set ... you know, the old British colonial days when the letters stood for Port Outbound, Starboard Homebound, on the luxury liners; to be a member of the POSH set meant you always got a cabin on the side of the ship away from the burning hot sun."
Angie Smart gulped and blinked. It was Suzie Wing.
What the devil was Suzie Wing doing at this sort of party? Vividly recalling the passionate mouth which had brought her so much lesbian pleasure, she found herself blushing furiously while the beautiful Eurasian girl chuckled knowingly at her obvious confusion.
"A friend invited me," Suzie said, fluttering her tongue provocatively over her soft pink lips. "Your photographer friend is doing an excellent job." She smiled slyly. "I heard what you asked for the place. Stanley really doesn't understand money ... I think you'll get three million at least, and probably quite a bit more."
Exotic Suzie appeared to know a great deal about what was going on in a highly sensitive and supposedly confidential real estate transaction.
Idiot! Angie accused herself. She should have realized instantly when she found herself in the lovely Eurasian's magnificent apartment that the dark-skinned girl had a very wealthy "friend" who not only took good care of her, but allowed her a lot of freedom as well. And like all men of grandiose means, said "friend" no doubt knew all about what was happening with the Bibbs's estate and passed his information on to Suzie.
But who could that mysterious "friend" be? Not Stanley Bibbs, she decided. If lovely Suzie was his mistress, the butler would never have left her without a drink. He would have been hovering over her, anxious to serve, anxious to maintain his position.
And, she was sure, not young, handsome Ward. If Ward had a woman like Suzie, whom Angie considered far more beautiful than herself, he wouldn't have been so passionate with her, wouldn't have fondled her as urgently as he had just minutes ago.
Her frantic thoughts were broken by the intrusion of the young photographer, who separated her quickly from Suzie Wing to ask her just what she wanted in the way of pictures of certain rooms. Angie was happy to discover he was the only one in the place without the smell of liquor on his breath. When she hired him, she had been warned that he was a lush ... but that when he worked, he was the best. So she had taken the chance and given him the job. He looked haggard and underfed, but there was a military precision in his movements as he framed and shot every picture. And any suggestions Angie had, he improved upon.
Although he wore a rented tuxedo, he wouldn't eat with the others in the baronial dining room. Instead, going into the serving pantry, he made himself a thick sandwich of turkey breast and tomatoes sliced thin, with olives and a pickle on the side. He looked at Angie Smart for a long time and then made her one of the same. He found a bottle of milk in a refrigerator and drank directly from it.
"Why?" she asked, her mouth stuffed with the delicious sandwich as they sat together on the opulently tiled kitchen counter. "You know. You checked me out. I'm an alky. Cleaned out now, but one drink and I'm down the chute. I haven't had a drink in almost three years, but nobody believes me. The dog has been given a name. If I get through this job, and do it right, maybe I can get started again in a straight business.
Compassionately, Angie Smart tried to kiss him gently, but was pushed away roughly. "NO!" he spat out. "IF I touched you, I'd lose it all."
Angie recognized that the man was fighting some terrible inner torment. Gently she touched his hand and went away. Stanley Bibbs eventually found her in a garden swing. He, too, was sober, wanting to keep an eye on the interior photography. Angie, her hair blowing in the cool coastal wind, wanted to ask him about the presence of Suzie Wing, but thought it best she should not inquire about the guests of an eccentric millionaire.
"Your photographer seems to know his business," the bearded man said. "I really liked the exterior shots. I'll leave it to you to select the interiors you want."
"I think you should see them all ... if you have time, Mr. Bibbs," the dark-haired divorcee replied. "I think I'll leave it up to you, my dear," he said again, with firmness in his voice this time. "Now, I've given some more thought to the beach party. It's an excellent idea, but there could be legal problems. Parties get noisy, and even in New Yarmouth Estates, there are some old farts around who'll call the police on any pretext. There must be chaperones present at all times."
"There will be adults," Angie replied. "I'll have to be there So will the photographer, and he's over twenty-one." She drew a deep breath. "We can keep the noise down. I suppose if some of them want to have sex they can sneak away and do it. I I don't think I'm fit to be anybody's moral keeper."
"I suspect they're all sleeping together anyway," he said. "Just keep the stereo from breaking any eardrums. These will be kids Ward knows ... and he's old enough to keep them in line. Shall we go inside now and have some cognac and coffee?"
Angie Smart had taken another of her long-shot gambles by letting young Ward arrange most of the details for the beach party. After all, to the youngsters, she would appear as the Older Generation and Establishment She felt it would cause less potential rebellion if she let Ward handle things, after impressing on him the absolute necessity of keeping the noise level at a reasonable pitch. They argued on some other points, and Angie found that it was hard to keep her mind on her words as she sat with the deeply tanned teenage boy.
She could see his cock rigidly outlined in his cut-off jeans. Shamefully, she wanted to feel his adolescent penis driving up into her hungry pussy yet again. When would this insane desire of hers ever stop? She could hardly look him in the eye the whole time they talked.
He insisted on no servants. He and his friends, he maintained, could build their own fire of driftwood, cook their own hamburgers and hot dogs, and make up a good clambake, without anyone else's help. His guests would pose for the pictures she wanted, but after that was done, they would expect to be free to do whatever they wanted. Otherwise, nobody would come.
Thoughtfully, Angie accepted this somewhat tenuous logic, but insisted, "No hard liquor."
"Okay," young Ward conceded. "We all drink a little at home, but I guess this is different. Promise you, anybody caught with a bottle of hooch gets his bare ass dunked in the cold water."
Stanley Bibbs took personal responsibility in seeing that the party would be uncrashable. Gate guards at New Yarmouth Estates had been alerted to turn back any cars filled by rough-looking young people. Other guards were posted at the gate to the Bibbs estate, and still others, accompanied by fierce Alsatian attack dogs, patrolled the high stone fence. And if any energetic types penetrated those barriers, they still had to climb down the narrow steps cut into the cliff bordering the cove, at the base of which a ferocious German shepherd was chained and handled by still another armed guard. Angie couldn't have asked for better security.
It was an unseasonably warm night, with none of the usual coastal fog. Angie Smart found herself accepted by the young people, and, to her great pleasure, learned that they thought she was from their own age group. Ward had intimated that she was his new girl and lived in a distant town. She compared her bikini-clad figure with those of the attractive teeny-boppers, deciding she came out far ahead. She had no baby fat to speak of, and her ripe, full breasts were firm and out-thrust, her hips were fashionably narrow, yet her rounded ass-cheeksformed a sensuous heart shape which none of the other females could hope to match.
Only one thing embarrassed the voluptuous divorcee the tinyness of her newly bought bikini. The flimsy top barely covered the thrusting nipples of her high, wide-set breasts, and the bottom was so miniscule as to be almost invisible, clearly showing several soft curling strands of her dark pubic hair on either side of her vagina.
She was virtually naked before the lustful gazes of the teenage boys and how many of the girls were looking at her with the same animal desire as Suzie Wing had? yet there was something vaguely exciting about being the center of attention that kept her from returning to the big house to put on a less revealing bathing costume. She had bought the suit she was wearing in a discount store for less than two dollars. And this was the first time she had worn it since she had first tried it on. At the time, Angie had found it to fit well, covering her vagina and proudly swelling breasts in a way which would be attractive ... possibly enticing ... but certainly not in any sense obscene. Nobody had told her that it would shrink to nothing after she routinely ran it through her washing machine before coming to the party.
And now here she was, nearly naked, through no fault of her own, before a large group of impressionable young people. Her hard little nipples were fighting to burst through the thin cloth of the bikini top, and the tightening pressure of the fabric covering her sensitive cunt was nearly driving her out of her mind.
But what was worse was that a number of the teenage boys, obviously spurred on by the irresistible sight of her scantily-clad voluptuous body, were giving her the most lewd invitations possible, trying to draw her off into the shadows where they could do what they wanted with her nearly-naked body.
"I want to eat you."
"Suck my prick." Finally the lovely brunette could stand no more. She got up and ran for the shelter of a huge rock on the edge of the cove, aware that strobe lights were flashing wildly now and that rock music was beginning to pour from some hidden speaker. Angie Smart fell on the cool wet sand and lay there panting. Fortunately, none of the youths had bothered to pursue her ... there were enough yearning young girls on the beach to satisfy their prurient appetites. She was aware that the blinding floodlights had gone out at last, and could hear the young people devouring the hamburgers and hot dogs and digging into the clambake. She drifted off into a troubled sleep....
"Hey, Miss Smart, where are you?"
"Huh?" the disorganized divorcee mumbled. Then in the bright silver moonlight she saw young Ward Bibbs striding toward her carrying a big paper plate in one hand. Even at a distance she could smell the heady aroma of hot buttered corn, a piece of prime meat singed over an open fire, clams, oysters, and God only knew what else. In his other hand he held a huge beach blanket, soft and scented. The offering of food was the perfect thing to counterbalance the humiliation she'd just gone through. She rolled onto the blanket as the teenage boy spread it on the damp sand, and suddenly found she was absolutely ravenous for food. When at last the plate was bare except for the corncob and some oyster shells, she lay back on the fluffy blanket and looked at the silver white moon and whispered, "Thanks Ward, I really needed that."
Angie Smart felt at ease enough to snuggle close to the teenage boy's warm body in the chilled night air, but when he smoothly slipped his swimming trunks off and led her trembling hand to his throbbingly erect penis, she began to protest and tried to shove him away.
"Nooooooo!!!!!" she moaned softly. "Not again ... it was a mistake ... please stop."
"Just hold my cock in your hand ... no more," the boy pleaded, staring deep into her blue eyes in a way he knew would melt her resistance. For a long time Angie was silent. She knew this was wrong, but after all the sordid acts she'd already taken part in, how wrong could it be to just clasp the stiff penis of a boy this young? She wouldn't do anything else ... just hold his penis in her hand ... to comfort him. "All right ... but no more," she finally conceded.
Ward lay still for a short while. Then, when he was certain that her defenses were down, he began to gently stroke his fingers across the flat smooth plane of her belly. Angie Smart felt herself growing paralyzed, unable even to move, as his hand slowly unsnapped the top of her tiny bikini and pulled the flimsy garment free from her proudly swelling breasts. And then he undid the cloth ties to her shrunken bikini bottom and peeled the skin tight material down over her smoothly tapering thighs, casting the panties aside once he had got them over her ankles. The fires of desire were mounting in her voracious vagina, and her loins were boiling with the sheer fury of her ungovernable lust for this teenage boy.
Angie groaned gently, trying to form words to protest this blatant violation of her body, but nothing came to her lips. Oh God, she didn't want to be weak, she didn't want to yield to his demands, but his penis felt so warm and hard in her grasping hand ... and she couldn't help but remember how much better it felt shoved far up inside her aching pussy. Oh no, she was lost, totally lost to the carnal demands of her own traitorous body. It was only a matter of time before he would have her begging for his cock, only a matter of time....
Ward sensed the dark-haired divorcee's rapidly crumbling opposition to his lust-inciting caresses. If only he could get his cock up into her tight cunt he knew she'd go wild with passion, the same way she'd gone wild both times that he'd fucked her before.
He held her luscious body close to his and kissed the rich mounds of her breasts, then teasingly slithered his tongue down her quaking belly and delved for a moment into her smoldering pussy, but just when she was on the point of cumming, he withdrew his wetly seeking mouth and heard her groan with ever-mounting frustration as the flames of arousal burned hotter and hotter within her over stimulated loins.
Suddenly, as if in a dream, Angie heard muffled moans of ecstasy emanating from the shadows not ten feet away. That could only mean one thing: the two young teenagers were making love on the same secluded portion of the beach as she and Ward were laying on! She craned her head and watched as a young boy no older than Ward mounted the more than willing girl from behind.
Suddenly the hunched-over girl screamed, "Not in my ass! Please!" And then, after silence, a desperate panting voice that said, "Now it's okay. Fuck! Fuck my ass!" Angie blanched at the rampant vulgarity in the young girl's words and tried to resist when Ward suddenly stopped his oral ministrations and said, "Let's get closer so we can get a real good look at what they're doing."
She tried to protest but her words went unheeded as he grabbed her hand in one of his and the beach blanket in the other and dragged her into the moon-shadow of a huge cypress tree. He threw her down onto the blanket and embraced her urgently, forcibly turning her head toward the burgeoning orgy taking place just a few feet away.
"Look at all that fucking!" the boy said, his eyes wide with ill-disguised lust.
Angie Smart didn't want to look, but she couldn't resist the temptation to actually see the sordid act these two youngsters were committing. The slavish girl who had screamed out her protest against sodomy remained on elbows and knees even after the boy had emptied his cum up into her tight anus, and crooned unbelievable words of the most explicit profanity as another male took his place, ramming his swollen spear of flesh deep up into her forever-stretched rectum. And then a second boy knelt in front of her, his penis waving back and forth before her eyes, and with a wanton cry of utter carnal lust, she took his blood-engorged cock deep into her gaping mouth. Angie watched the two thick organs ramming simultaneously into both ends of the sensuously writhing young female. She was both morally aghast and yet tremendously excited to see the three youngsters bucking wildly against each other's sweat-covered bodies on the sand on the secluded beach.
And I'm the chaperone? she asked herself suddenly, as the full extent of what was happening before her shocked eyes reached her passion-clouded mind. She had to do something to stop this uncontrolled fornication before the neighbors found out what was happening!
"Make them stop!" she pleaded, but even as the words left her lips she parted her legs wider to allow young Ward's frantically working fingers fuller access to her aroused cunt, which was already wet and swollen with unrestrainable desire.
"Let 'em fuck ... It's fun to watch," he said lewdly, crushing one of her unblemished breasts in his strong young fingers. "Take a look off to the left ... the little girl with the short hair. She's only thirteen, but she's better at sucking cock than anybody you'll ever care to meet. Lie quiet and watch her do her boyfriend up good."
Although revolted by Ward's obscene language, Angie Smart could not help but look toward where he was pointing. Whatever the girl did, could she condemn her after what she herself had done with Ward and Suzie Wing? After all, here she was lying in the shadows, furtively fingering an erected penis as she watched other couples perform the most immoral sexual acts possible.
The girl was exquisitely beautiful, her dark hair a cap of tossing curls on top of her head as she fondled the rigid cock of her kneeling boyfriend. And then she slowly eased herself down his body, tiny fingers peeling back the soft fleshy foreskin of his penis while her soft wet pink tongue began to lick at his burgeoning cock-head like an ice cream cone.
Angie could hardly breathe, her eyes riveted to the utterly salacious spectacle taking place a few feet away.
She watched the young girl wet her lips sensually and then open her mouth wide and take in the thick head of the boy's passion-bloated rod of flesh. She saw her cheeks suck in and then her head slowly descend along the ramrod-like shaft as the boy fucked far up into her tautly ovaled mouth.
Immediately the beautiful teenage girl began frantically bobbing her head up and down over the wildly surging loins of her enraptured boyfriend. Over the crashing surf, Angie could hear the girl moaning in carnal delight as his rigid cock plunged deep into her welcoming throat.
And then, just as he cried out his overwhelming release, silvery cum began to drool from the girl's avidly sucking mouth while her frenziedly working hand continued to wantonly pump his spurting penis.
It was the most obscene thing Angie Smart had ever seen ... but also the most exciting. The girl had obviously sucked the boy's penis out of desire on her own part. She hadn't been forced to perform the sordid act. She was greedily licking her cum-covered lips and eagerly kissing the boy when a second handsome youth came to stand over them, his erected penis out-thrust and rock-hard. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl rose to her knees and began to avidly suck on the newcomer's proffered penis, never giving a second look to the sated youth whose cum still dripped from her lush lips.
"Oh, Jesus!" Angie whispered, nakedly clutching young Ward. "I can't believe it! What sort of girl is she?"
"Just like all the rest," he retorted, rubbing her aroused pussy all the more fervently with each passing second. "Haven't you ever wanted to suck cock?" For a long minute Angie was silent: then she broke down and confessed. "I-I guess maybe. My husband wanted me to, but I wouldn't .. not for him. I suppose I didn't love him enough."
"How about me?" the boy pressed, at the same time slithering his middle finger up into Angie Smart's defenseless cuntal crevice. She felt the plundering digit fill her vagina to the hilt as the calloused palm of his hand slapped against the obscenely widespread cheeks of her tender buttocks. "Do you want to go down on me ... "
"Leave me alone." Angie pleaded abjectly. "Please ... noooooo!!!"
"You want to," he persisted, "I know you do." She could feel the thick rod of his male flesh swelling in her fingers, but the thought of imitating what that young girl had just done with her mouth was terrible. She sought an escape and whispered in his ear. "Can't we...." She almost choked on the words, but forced herself to say them. " ... can't we just make love?"
Angie stared intently into his handsome face, waiting to see his reaction to her suggestive words. She was sure that her offer would mollify him, make him forget about having her suck his cock and just concentrate on making love to her. Surely that was more important to him than any of these ... perverted acts the other teenagers were doing.
"Fuck, hell!" he almost yelled. "You want to taste cock. Okay, we can wait until they all finish." His hand gripped her dripping cunt all the more tightly, "When we're alone, I'll show you how to suck a ripe prick." .
"Ward ... please ... noooooo," the distressed dark-haired woman pleaded.
"Shut up and wait," he said. "Watch them ... they'll be fucked and sucked out in half an hour." Angie, weakened by her intense desire to be sensually satisfied, cried softly as she lay her head on the young boy's tanned belly. She tried to pull her tender fingers away from his lust-swollen penis, but was unable to stop subserviently caressing his passion-bloated cock-shaft. In time, the obscene sounds from the beach stopped. When she looked up over Ward's shoulder, she saw that they were alone. The teenagers had gone, the photographer had gone, leaving them all alone on the deserted beach. And she wanted to go also, but his powerful arms drew her tightly to him. And despite her every mental objections, she was still sinfully rubbing his stiffened penis with her rhythmic fingers.
"Now we're alone," he said, pressing his fire-filled loins against her quivering belly. "Go down on me."
"Oh, nooooooo...." the miserable divorcee moaned. "I never ... "
"Go down!" he insisted. "You know you want to!" Angie Smart could not deny the truth of his words. Although she had never done anything quite so utterly immoral as this, she couldn't dismiss the fact that an insane desire to taste his adolescent penis was surging through her passionately thrashing body.
She did want to taste the long, thick penis in her hand. She wanted his cock in her mouth and ... God forgive her ... she wanted it to spurt its scalding cum down her throat. She wanted to taste his teenage semen just this one time, if only to find out for herself if the young girl on the beach had really enjoyed such a debauched display of unnatural lust.
At the moment she wished she had not been brought up under such a strict morality. She thought of the youngsters on the beach who had enjoyed all kinds of sexual intercourse. If only she had been brought up so freely....
"I never ... Ward, really, I never...." Angie whispered even as she knelt above him and slowly stroked his iron-hard penis. "I saw that girl do it ... but I never ... "
"You gotta be forced, don't you?" he said.
Silently she nodded her acceptance. Angie did not resist as his strong young arms pulled her body from the kneeling position down onto his expectant loins. She expected him to be violentshe knew he must be tremendously aroused yet his hands were almost gentle as he held her head over his throbbing cock and slowly pressed his swollen penis against her left cheek, and then against her right cheek She could feel his seething pre-seminal fluid smearing like burning oil over her unblemished checks. Then the boy lifted her trembling body up so he could rub the bloated head of his rigid cock over her swaying breasts, making her groan aloud in lewd anticipation. She found herself growing more eager by the moment as he finally ceased tantalizing her sensitive nipples and drew her head back toward his distended penis, yet still she kept her lips tightly closed, unable to bring herself to willingly take a male organ into the warm sanctuary of her mouth.
But Angie Smart knew that her feeble resistance was crumbling when she felt the soft rubbery cock-head being rubbed across her gasping mouth. She was by now completely enslaved by her own carnal desire.
"Kiss it." the boy said, thrusting his hips upward and pressing his burgeoning glans against her lush lips.
The mushroom-shaped cock-head filled her vision in the bright moonlight, just as young Ward's penis filled her grasping fingers. Angie knew she should jump up and run away, but the compulsion to actually taste his blood-engorged penis was too great to resist. Tentatively, she wet her lips with a nervous tongue and then softly kissed his lust-swollen cock-tip. Angie found herself growing even more excited, not just from the physical movement of touching a male's penis with her mouth, but also from the way she was being forced to perform this obscene act. Angie looked up to find the boy raised on his elbows, his eyes delighting in her subserviently kneeling position over his slowly undulating loins.
The humiliation of being used this way perversely thrilled her, but the beautiful dark-haired woman was afraid to go any further. She knew what she was doing was all wrong, even if it were happening with a man of her own age instead of a teenage boy. Yet she couldn't stop herself from placing moist kisses all over his passion-bloated glans.
"Now lick!" the youngster demanded. "I want your tongue all over my prick and my balls!"
Angie Smart almost cried in distress, but deep inside her heart she knew she had been waiting breathlessly for this very command. With a feeling of ultimate degradation that somehow excited her, she slowly obeyed his lewd order. The flicking tip of her hot wet tongue began to teasingly encircle the lust swollen head of the young boy's penis. His hands were on her head, guiding her open mouth lower until suddenly she found her wet lips pressed tightly against his semen-filled testicles. The pungent male scent filled her flaring nostrils, and she tenderly drew his swaying balls into her warm moist mouth, her tongue running over the hair-covered ridges while his hands urgently pulled at her long black hair.
"Ummmmmmm...." Angie sighed, taking her mouth from his cum-inflated balls with a lewd sucking sound. With a frustrated groan, she raised her head, formed her sensuous lips into a smooth "O" and gulped his throbbing penis into her yearning mouth, her tongue working slavishly over the entire length of his grinding cock-shaft even as her slender fingers tightly squeezed his semen-swollen balls.
"Goddamn!" The boy suddenly cried out, and jammed his cock far into the milking depths of Angie's throat. "Suck meeeee!!!" The orally impaled divorcee needed no further encouragement. Despite the fact that Ward's wildly plunging penis was practically choking her, she was loving every moment of this cruel debasement of her gaping mouth. She knew at last why the young girl on the beach moaned with such obvious pleasure. It was exciting beyond belief to have this young boy's gyrating penis pistoning smoothly deep into her open mouth. She could only tremble with anticipation of what it would feel like to have Ward orgasm in her mouth. Oh God, she wanted it, wanted it so badly.
But not too soon ... oh, not too soon....
It was so good to have him this way ... she wanted it to last forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dimly, in a far part of her confused mind, Angie Smart could not believe she was actually doing this utterly obscene thing.
But there was no way to mistake the thick phallus that was driving so urgently between her avid lips, or the semen-loaded balls she so wantonly caressed with her working fingers.
And despite the voices of moral reason which still screamed at her to stop this degrading act of animal lust, Angle, wild with desire, wanted to give the surging young boy an experience he would never forget. Slowly, her sucking lips never surrendering his blood engorged penis, she shifted her position until she was straddling his right leg, rubbing the dilated lips of her simmering cunt over his firm thigh. Angie could feel his pistoning penis hardening and thickening in her ovaled mouth, his balls tightening up to his surging groin, but every time she felt him getting too close to his orgasm she stopped sucking, just slowly working her saliva-filled mouth up and down his upthrust staff.
"Oh, damn, quit teasin' me!" the boy finally cried out. "I gotta cum now or I'll explode!" Lifting her wildly bobbing head only a fraction of an inch from the glistening tip of his jerking penis, Angie whispered, "Oh, darling, yessssss! Yessssss! Cum in my mouth! Fill my belly with your sperm!"
Her head dipped again, and as she felt the hot thickness of his cock ram deep into her slavishly-opened mouth, Angie sucked furiously on the entire length of his distended cockshaft. She began squeezing his tightening balls in a lewd tempo with every upthrust of his bucking pelvis. Without warning, the first scalding jets of his pent-up semen burst into her mouth, and she nearly choked on the rushing liquid filling her frantically swallowing throat. His hands were clutching her head tight against his wildly undulating loins as lie rammed his pelvis again and again against her open mouth, smashing his pubic hair against her cock-contorted face with an almost savage vengeance.
Suddenly his rasping voice filled the still summer night. "Suck it. Miss Smart! Suck every drop of my cum! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Angie felt the raging gushes of his burning semen flood down her throat to pool in her quaking belly, filling her whole shaking body with the warmth of his adolescent sperm. Her lips were tender from her first experience of oral sex, hut her mouth was rich and sticky with the savory juice of the boy's teenage loins.
Gasping and panting, she crawled into his clutching arms and luxuriated in his ardent kisses.
And then with four thoughtless words, the boy broke the magical spell, ruining everything for the orally-initiated divorcee.
"You're a beautiful cocksucker!" he said.
It was like having a knife driven through her heart! Cocksucker!
When she had tried to love him ... Angie's brain reeled. Certainly she had her own guilt ... she had to admit to her own wanton desires ... but what she had done was out of love for this callous boy, not some perverted need.
She was instantly sick with the vision of what she had become. Harlot! Lesbian! Cocksucker! Wildly she jumped up, not trying to retrieve the scraps of her shrunken discount-store bikini, only clutching the beach towel on which she had knelt while sucking Ward's eager penis.
"Please leave me alone, Ward!" she cried out as she ran up the rough steps drilled into the cliff above the cove. Dark hair streaming behind her, the moonlight flaring on the jiggling cheeks of her naked buttocks, Angie Smart managed to find her station wagon. The keys were under the floor mat. In seconds she had the motor running and was throwing gravel all over the manicured lawn as she headed for the gate. Tears streaming from her eyes, she managed to steer her way out of New Yarmouth Estates and home to her seaside cottage.
And then she threw herself on her bed and began to softly sob out her sorrows. "Oh, shit!" the lean teenage boy shouted as Angie Smart fled up the hillside. He was sure he'd just lost a beautiful chick who gave the best head he'd ever run into. So what if she was twice his age? She was a hell of a better fuck than any teen cunt he'd ever found. He hadn't intended an insult when he called her a beautiful cocksucker. In his crowd, that was a compliment! He couldn't understand why that sort of praise should cause such a violent reaction in the voluptuous real estate agent's mind.
What stuck in his mind was that Angie Smart had been crying.
So maybe she still cared, and their affair could be patched up. But he knew he was too young to really understand the complicated workings of a mature woman's mind. Maybe Grandpop could. He could lay his problems on the line with the old boy in a way which he never could with anyone else, even his closest friends. But it was so tremendously frustrating to the young boy not to be able to comprehend what it was that was making his relationship with Angie Smart so chaotic.
"FUCK IT ... FUCK EVERYTHING!" he shouted in a burst of pent-up anger, and began the long climb from the cove back up to the big house.
Alone in her beach cottage with the surf groaning and smashing against the cliffs and rocks. Angie was softly crying. Her mouth was still sticky with the boy's hot cum, and she licked her lips slowly as she took stock of herself.
Who had been the seducer? She knew in her heart that she was the guilty party. Even though young Ward had appeared to play the aggressive role, she had led him into the sordid encounter in the first place. She'd known how scanty her bikini was ... she'd let him lead her into the shadows while the other kids had their wild sex, even when she was supposed to be chaperoning the beach party. She had eagerly clutched his rigid cock and avidly gazed at the obscenely fucking teenagers, all the while making the young boy think he was the seducer, that she was yielding only to his male superiority. And worst of all, she knew that all along, right from the beginning, she had wanted to suck his stiffened cock, and that she had resisted only because of her guilt. But the fact remained, stark and glaring in her troubled mind, that she had actually wanted to suck him off.
There was no excuse for it! She was older than Ward's contemporaries ... she ought to know better!
And then, in male arrogance, he had called her a cocksucker!
Well, the distressed divorcee admitted to herself, there was no escaping the fact that was what she was. A cocksucker! She recalled how she had heard the word before, how it had revolted her, how she had thought herself miles above such sordid and totally perverted female behavior. Now here she was, sitting alone in her own house and openingly admitting to herself that she was no better than a two-bit whore! How could this have happened? How could she have sunk so low?
With a moan of despair, the distraught divorcee dropped her head on her pillow and cried herself to sleep. Although neither of them had been aware of it, the oral lovemaking of Ward and the dark-haired real estate agent had been stealthily observed from the cliff above the cove by several of the teenagers who had been at the beach party.
"Damn, she gives a great head," a boy named Jimmy whispered.
"Better than me?" a blonde girl said loudly Without a glance, he slapped her across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up and watch. You don't suck cock, you chew it."
The girl wanted to strike back, but was afraid. She was only a town girl, and the boys were all from extremely wealthy families. Jimmy would just as soon throw her over the jagged cliff as look at her, knowing his family money would take care of everything. Her smooth young cheeks still stinging from Jimmy's cruel slap, she tentatively reached into his swimming trunks and found his aroused penis.
"Do you want me to?" she begged. "Why not?" he said casually, never taking his eyes from the lewd tableau taking place on the beach below as the teenage girl's soft mouth slid down the length of his swollen cock. He was so interested in Angie and how he might get his hands on her luscious body that he hardly felt himself cumming in the blonde's open mouth, even though she was a very talented cocksucker and in ordinary circumstances would have driven him out of his mind with her wet lips and lashing tongue.
As a reward for her oral ministrations, he let her lie beside him and even kiss him, tasting his own cum on her semen-slick lips and darting tongue. And then he pushed her away. He wanted Angie Smart, and had to make some plane to get her.
The other boys, satiated by multiple sex, got rid of their girls too. Jimmy discovered that they were as anxious to get Angie in bed as he was. They drove in their separate cars to an apartment owned by a friendly bartender, who rented it out by the hour. It was a safe place to talk about how they could corner the dark-haired divorcee when she least expected it.
They had all avidly read James Bond books, and had picked up a rough knowledge of keeping an eye on someone's habits. For them it was particularly easy to follow Angie Smart as she worked through one day at a time, not even thinking she might be followed by a lust-driven group of young males. She went about her business of putting through the new brochure for the Bibbs' estate, and even found time to make a profitable sale, although she had to split the commission with another broker.
Irene McCoy had found a new lover but he was giving her problems. He was tremendous in bed, she confided ... but she had happened to go into a gay bar one night and spotted him holding hands with a long-haired, snake-hipped boy while she was getting a pack of cigarettes.
"I guess he AC-DC," the lithe redhead said unhappily. "Even if I'd let him know I was there, he still might have gone home with the boy!"
"It could have been something very innocent," said Angie, not wanting to get involved with giving advice about such sordid matters. "Look, why not come down to the beach shack tonight. We'll have a couple of drinks and a light meal."
"Beautiful," Irene said. "I'll pick up some stuff at the store on the way over." Angie was delighted. She needed some nighttime company. A lonely week had healed her fury at Ward, but had also increased her yearning need to be with him. Somehow, he'd never been home on the three occasions she'd gone out to New Yarmouth Estates to talk with Stanley Bibbs. He hadn't phoned her, and it would be an idiotic thing to try and phone him, even if she could think of a reasonable excuse for doing so. Every time she thought of the lean, handsome teenager, she found her soft pussy lips quivering with excitement and her pink tongue running around the sensuous oval of her mouth.
It began as a pleasant, if somewhat hot, summer evening. Between what Angie already had in the refrigerator and the fresh vegetables and cheeses Irene had found in a small Italian market, they put together an exotic chilled salad which they washed down with a bottle of rose wine.
And as if this were no man's land, neither woman spoke of sex, although Angie Smart desperately wanted to unload her story, even if it meant telling it to the most gossip oriented girl in town.
It was nearly eleven o'clock, with the waning moon illuminating the rugged coast, when Jimmy and his friends made their planned-for appearance. They didn't ring the doorbell, and Angie Smart was not a witness to their startling arrival, but she certainly heard it. Irene had suggested they top off the evening by going for a couple of drinks in a quiet bar, and Angie had agreed, but pleaded she wanted to shower first; so she had gone to the bathroom and luxuriated in the cool water pouring down from the shower head.
Suddenly there was a crashing sound and shouting voices from the living room. She heard raucous male laughter and Irene shouting for help.
The soap-glistening divorcee hastily grabbed the closest towel and ran into the main part of her little cottage only to find five naked boys licentiously mauling Irene's cringing body! Still clutching the soft fluffy towel, Angie Smart reacted with pure animal instinct. She began to throw anything she could get her hands on, and bowls, pitchers, and plates from her valued sideboard crashed and shattered like bombs in the small living room. Even as she screamed, she knew it would do no good. because she had bought the beach cottage primarily for it's absolute privacy. No neighbors would hear her cries for help and call the police.
Yet the sheer fury of her attack drove the boys back. She saw their penises soften and shrink in the face of her unexpected violence. But she knew she had only seconds to escape. In a few moments, no doubt, the boys would reorganize themselves and counterattack. She could never hope to overpower five virile youths.
"Run!" she screamed at Irene. Then, throwing a dining chair and tripping one of the boys who was rushing toward her, she fled stark naked out into the dimly-lit night. She heard feet pounding behind her, and in desperation she ran toward the distant beach. Without a second thought she plunged into the heavy surf, swimming for all she was worth to escape the marauding teenagers.
Her eyes blurred by the burning salt water, she rolled onto her back and tried to focus on the distant beach. She could see several figures standing near the edge of the sea. but even though they were pointing toward her, none seemed willing to risk the cold water to bring her back.
Yet, if she swam ashore, they would have her. She couldn't let that happen. She would rather die than be raped. Even though she had done unspeakable things with young Ward, she would drown herself before being subjected to the heartless bestiality of the boys who had invaded her little beach house.
And Angie Smart suddenly recognized another negative factor ... the chilling water of the Pacific. Naked, she could hope for no more than an hour before the freezing sea would make it impossible for her to swim. She knew she had to escape, to get moving, so that her circulation would keep her from going numb.
But to where?
Those teenage rapists had taken over her house ... and they were waiting for her on the beach. She was vulnerably naked in the chilling ocean.
There Was no sanctuary.
And then she thought of the Bibbs' estate. Although it was over five miles from her home by road, it was only half a mile around the point by sea.
She could make it! Angie Smart had no idea of how long her desperate swim lasted. Every muscle in her limber body ached with exhaustion. The moon was going down. Yet finally she felt the warmth of the thermal spring at the cove, and a seventh wave lifted her weakened body and cast her on the smooth sand of the deserted beach.
Her black hair carpeting her naked body, Angie lay exhausted on the beach until the orange-red sun rose and awoke her with its heat. She realized then that she was still stark naked, and the grueling events of the night before came back to her in shocking clarity.
Angie's first concern was for Irene. Although she herself had escaped the lewdly grasping hands of the teenage boys, Irene might not have been so lucky. Even at this very moment she might be the victim of a brutal gang rape!
Even though such a thought filled her with dread for Irene, Angie couldn't stifle a perverse wish that she herself had not escaped, a wish that she had been caught and subjected to their hard teenage cocks. Her sordid episodes with Suzie Wing and young Ward had reawakened her hibernating sexuality, and it had been days since she'd had a male in any way. She yearned for a rigid cock to be buried deep tip in her aching pussy, and now she could remember so many adolescent penises that were so eager to fill her vagina. With perverse remorse, the beautiful divorcee knew that, had there only been one young boy, she would have yielded to his demands ... even become the aggressor. But the way all of them had burst in had frightened her and caused her to escape.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, suddenly realizing the inherent carnality in her own thoughts. Somehow she had to get moving, away from this beach and away from her own mind. Although she had only seen them for a few seconds, she thought she recognized the intruding boys as some who had been at the beach party. She was almost positive that a couple of them had been there, but had no idea of what their names might be. Ward, of course, would know, as he had arranged the whole party in the first place. And that meant she had to go to the seafront mansion and do two things: find a phone and see if Irene was all right, and then get the names of the boys from Ward.
But she had no clothes. She remembered the beach house and the huge selection of swim suits that were kept there for guests. It was only a hundred feet away, and thank God unlocked. Her hair tangled with bits of seaweed and a lot of sand, Angie Smart made her way to the small building in the heat of the rising sun. There was a cold water shower in which she shivered as she shed her body of the sand and salt water. There was not much she could do with her hair, but for the moment that wasn't important. In the dressing room she fitted herself into a bikini and found a brief beach robe.
Angie hiked up to the big house, going around to the servants' entrance in the rear. Her perfectly shaped breasts bounced firmly under the thin robe, and her tanned legs moved with ballet rhythm, yet she couldn't help but feel that she must still look like something that had washed up on the beach. She could have gone to the front door, but didn't want to be confronted by the snooty butler. She had met the cook, an elderly Italian lady, and they had gotten along well; she hoped the woman would come to the door that adjoined the kitchen when Angie knocked there. She was sure the cook would help her to get to Ward.
Yet it wasn't the cook who answered her ring. The door was opened by a lean, hawk faced man wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He needed a shave and his eyes were terribly blood-shot.
"I'll be double damned," he said, looking slowly and knowingly up and down her scantily clad voluptuous body. "I had a tooth taken out yesterday, and look what the Tooth Fairy brought me! Whoever or whatever, come on in!"
Angie Smart gulped. She had no idea of who he might be. But she could smell the rich aroma of coffee brewing and bacon frying on a grill. "I'm mermaid of the day," she quipped. "Angie Smart. I deal in real estate. I went for a swim and the current brought me here."
"Oh ... you're doing the job for Dad," the man said. "I'm Burt Bibbs."
So this was Ward's vanishing father! He looked better than Angie had pictured him in her mind. She had expected a slob, but this man, although his body was noticeably scarred, appeared to be in good shape. Uncomfortably good shape, she thought as she saw a growing bulge under the towel that was his only garment. She passed through the door and down the short hallway to the kitchen, wondering where and when he had shown up. Stanley Bibbs had given her the impression that his son was no longer welcome, but obviously he had appeared and made himself at home. And he surely was not self conscious, because with almost every stride, the short towel he wore flipped up to give her a brief glimpse of his dangling testicles and hardening penis.
"How about a little breakfast?" he said, going to the stove and tossing several thick slices of Canadian bacon onto the grill. "Around here they all sleep late, like they had money or something. Cook too."
"I I was hoping to see Ward," the long-limbed divorcee stammered. "There was a little trouble at my house last night. Some of his friends ... I didn't want to tell the police about it until I'd had a chance to talk with him ... "
"Oh ... HO!" Burt said. "So you're a friend of Ward's." Again his eyes swept over her curvaceous body, taking in her enticing breasts that were almost entirely exposed by the too-small robe, as well as the slender length of Angie's beautifully tapered legs. She wished now she'd brought one of the blanket sized towels from the beach house to cover the rest of her exposed body.
"He's a very nice boy," Angie gulped. "Has he got you knocked up?" Burt said casually.
"What?" She almost screamed the word. "Let's not play games, pretty girl," the hawk faced man said, his face suddenly serious. "A girl as beautiful as you just doesn't rise from the sea at six-thirty in the morning and knock on the back door of this place unless you've got something going with the boy. Don't flinch and squirm. Matter of fact, I think he's got damn good taste."
Tears flooded Angie Smart's eyes and she gulped, "It's not what you think ... not at all! Please I just want to see Ward for a minute ... to get his friends out of my house before I have to call the police!"
"Well, he's not here. He's off on a hiking trip. The old goat is in San Francisco or someplace. The cook got into the sherry last night, which is why I'm making my own breakfast. If you have a house full of teenage punks, grab a phone and call the cops."
"Oh, Lord," Angie Smart wailed, and decided to at least call her home and see if Irene was still there.
"Are you all right?" Angie said anxiously as the phone was picked up on the third ring. "I'm going to call the police."
"Don't you dare!" Irene said urgently. "I'm just in the middle of a sandwich and it's beautiful!"
"You mean they left?" the naive divorcee asked. "No, Angie dear," the redhead chuckled. "They're still here and I'm the meat in the sandwich! One in my pussy and another in my ass ... and until you called I had a beautiful prick in my mouth ... and one in each hand as well! You shouldn't have taken off last night. Hustle on back here I'll save a couple for you. There are five of them and damn, they can get it up and up and up like you wouldn't believe!"
"Jesus!" Angie said as she slammed down the phone.
How could a woman be like Irene? Certainly she herself was bad enough, seducing a teenage boy and wanting him to fill her needing pussy with his hard cock. But to yield eagerly to a gang bang? And welcome one cock in her anus, another cock in her cunt, and still a third in her mouth?
How could a woman be that way?
Yet, how could a woman be the way she herself was? Seducing a teenage boy, making wild love with a beautiful Eurasian girl, and then wantonly sucking the young boy's penis?
Who was she to pass judgment? God, just to think of everything she'd done almost made her sick. Yet she returned to the kitchen to find that Burt Bibbs had scrambled some more eggs, grilled a thick stack of Canadian bacon, and set out a big bowl of strawberries drenched in rich whipped cream. An electric coffee pot gurgled on the table, filling the room with an indescribably wonderful aroma.
After the conversation with Irene, she had thought it impossible to even consider eating. Yet the fragrance of the coffee and ham made her ravenous, and there were slices of fresh French bread popping from a toaster, and she couldn't resist the hunger brought on by her long swim of last night. Pushing all her troubles from her mind, she ate eagerly while the scarred man kept passing her hot toast and jam and grilling more ham. At one point the phone rang, and he left to answer it. When he returned, he said nothing, only drank more coffee and ate a bit of the skillfully scrambled eggs. He waited until Angie Smart finished with the bowl of strawberries and whipped cream before speaking.
"That was very nice," she said. "Thank you."
"A pleasure," he replied. "But Miss Smart, let's get the shot up where the geese are flying. The phone call was from Ward. He'll be home in an hour. He asked about you."
"Oh!" the long-haired woman gulped, almost choking on her coffee.
"I'm his father. I don't get along too well with my own father ... or my son. But this I have a right to know ... "
"What?" the anguished woman whispered.
"In simple words, is he fucking you?"
"Oh, Jesus," Angie whispered, feeling all her defenses stripped away by his blatant use of the lewd word. She buried her face in her hands and wept as she murmured, "Yes ... God forgive me ... we made love! I was so alone and I met Ward and ... I needed him."
Angie expected to be slapped across the face for her shocking confession, but the saturnine man only laughed softly, and one of his scarred fingers reached out to tickle her under the chin as he said, "Good! Magnifico! You know that song Dean Martin does so well ... 'Everybody Needs Somebody Sometime' ... well, the boy's been pretty much shit upon. Oh hell, there's a lot of money lying around, he's never wanted for that. But no mother, a father he sees maybe once a year, things like that are hard on a boy. I'm surprised he's done as well as he has. I can't talk about the nature of my own work, even to him. He thinks I'm a jet-set bum. Well, I do ride around in jets and occasionally hang out with bums."
"I suppose you're actually the last of the secret agents!" Angie Smart said tartly. "Thanks for breakfast ... it was delicious. I'm going to call a cab and go home!"
"Please don't," the lean man said. "I told Ward you were here. He said he wanted to see you. He'll be here in a couple of minutes ... and I'll be swimming down in the cove. You can have all the time you want with him."
Alt the time I want!
Is there that much time in any one person's life? Angie asked herself. What will I say to him? How will I explain my feelings to him? Oh, DAMN! She filled another cup of coffee as her teenage lover's father grinned and went out the door, heading for the beach.
Was handsome young Ward really coming? If so, she certainly had to be ready for him. The beach house shower hadn't done too much for her appearance, and she could still feel sand coating her long dark hair. Angie ran upstairs to the huge black marble bathtub and quickly turned on the water.
In a cabinet, she found an ample supply of shampoo and scented soap. She washed her hair, soaked in the massive tub. and then slowly dried herself, studying her exquisite figure in the misted full-length mirror. Then, the damp towel wrapped around her limber body, she searched for fresh clothes, with no success.
Damn, doesn't anybody keep a woman around here' she thought irritably as she went through room after room, finding nothing at all to wear. She considered fishing the bikini she'd foraged from the beach house out of the laundry hamper, but it would be sticky with sand. The towel was better ... certainly bigger, even if it was somewhat hard to keep in place.
Again she thought of calling a taxi to take her home, but after talking to Irene, she was sure she didn't want to go there. Not into the middle of an orgy. Besides, she had important things she wanted to talk to young Ward about.
And Angie Smart was interested in Burt Bibbs also, partly because he'd kissed her off so coolly and gone swimming. She wasn't accustomed to having men just wave her off ... she was more used to fighting them off, and having him just go away sort of put her down in a vague way she wasn't sure she even understood.
"Damn," Angie said. She could still smell the coffee from the kitchen and decided she wanted another cup. She went downstairs and emptied the percolator into a stone mug and stirred a half teaspoon of sugar into it. She found a cigarette and smoked, damning herself for the sort of woman she had become.
Lesbian ... harlot ... cocksucker! And now she was waiting eagerly for her teenage lover, wanting to taste his hot eager tongue and feel his long thick penis reaming up into her feverish cunt. Through her aroused mind flashed visions of the lovely redheaded Irene taking on five young boys at once. Angie Smart couldn't guess how such a combination could be possible, but if Irene said she was doing it, then, no doubt, it was really happening, probably at this very moment and on her own bed!
Abruptly the door swung open and Ward, a backpack bending his shoulders, clumped in on heavy boots. He took a look and said, "Hi ... what're you doing here?" Angie wanted to hurl her heavy mug of coffee at him, but could only blurt out "Where have you been?"
"Hiking," the boy said, shrugging the backpack off. It landed with a loud clatter on the tiled floor. "My old man showed up here, so I split."
"I've met him," Angie said acidly. "His manners are far better than yours."
"Oh, fuck off," the boy said. "I'm damn tired and I want to get clean."
"Oh, you're a sweet one!" she shot back. "You know what some of your friends did? They broke into my house last night when I'd just finished having dinner with a girl friend. I had to jump into the ocean stark naked and swim over her to get away from them!"
"No shit?" he said, eyebrows raising. "You call the fuzz?"
"Not yet ... I called home instead. My friend says it's all right now."
"Cool."
"How could I ever have done what I did with you?" Angie suddenly sobbed, the memory of the sex-filled beach party abruptly flashing through her mind.
"You needed it," the youth said. "I stink and I'm sweaty. I'm going upstairs and get clean. Come on up and help me."
"I'm too disgusted," the lovely divorcee retorted. "I'm calling a cab and getting myself home."
"Yeah, go join the orgy," he said as he left the room, shedding his clothes and kicking his dust-covered boots off.
"I hate you!" Angie screamed as he began to climb the stairs, but he never looked back.
CHAPTER FIVE
And the frustrated woman did hate him. Not for what Ward had just done, which was all too typical of teenage behavior, but for the way he knew he could manipulate her at will. He never said anything nice ... just kept putting her down, despite the way she'd yielded to him, giving her beautiful body to him as she never had before with any other man ... even becoming so aroused that she eagerly sucked his stiffened cock and swallowed every drop of his adolescent cum, something she'd never done before, not even for her husband. She knew the youth could make her do anything he wanted ... because, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be a slave to him, wanted to be humiliated by his every sensual desire.
She heard water running as she slowly finished the last of the coffee in her cup.
Moving like a zombie, Angie left the big kitchen and slowly climbed the stairs to the immense bathroom. The fluffy towel slid from her shoulders on the curving staircase, and she didn't realize that her curvaceous body was now nakedly exposed to view. The bathroom door was open. Ward was submerged in the black marble tub, relaxing his muscles after a hot cleansing shower. He was lean and muscular, more so than Angie Smart remembered him being.
Naked and shamed, she stood over the tub and said, "Ward, I'm sorry ... sorry that I said the things I did." Her milk white breasts heaved with her emotion. Angie could feel the soft tender lips of her cunt quivering with desire for the boy. She couldn't help herself as an overwhelming urge led her to step into the huge tub with Ward. The water level was just high enough to cover his softened testicles. She grasped his limp penis and tenderly rolled the thick foreskin down, uncovering the purple-hued glans. With a sigh of desire, she brought her soft mouth down on his flaccid cock, her tongue swirling off the soap until the burgeoning tip was clean and she could suck without swallowing any of the bitter taste of the bath water.
She went down until her face was under water, choking for lack of air even as the boy's penis was hardening in her ardent mouth. Her hair swirled in the water as her eager lips encircled his rigid staff, but the water forced her to come up to breathe, leaving his cock poling up through the surface without her mouth to enclose it.
"Hey you'll drown!" young Ward said. "Let's go do it in bed." Reluctantly, but realizing it was really a practical idea, Angie slowly let his now iron-hard penis slip from her desiring lips and lifted herself from the tub. She was pleased when Ward toweled her dry and then led her out into the hallway.
His penis still stood up like a railroad spike from his teenage loins, but as she kneeled between his legs to lick his erected cock-shaft again, he stopped her, pulling her up by her long dark hair.
"How come you're so hot?" he asked. "I know I've been a shit, not calling you or anything. It almost blew my mind, finding you here. And the old man splitting ... well, we can ball all day, but I'd like to know why you're feeling this way. Is it on account of what that chick is doing at your house?"
For almost a minute she looked him steadily in the eye, until finally she found words which really didn't fit her mind at all. Angie Smart smoothed back her dripping hair and said, "Ward, darling, I have to talk ... have to tell you. I want to lie down with you and have you hold me and touch me and listen to me. It may not make any sense to you, but I have to talk to someone!"
"Sure, Angie," he said. "We all get hung up. Let's go find a bed." He led her through the huge house to a bedroom which was dim because the shutters over the windows were closed. But the windows themselves were open, letting a cool breeze flow into the immaculate room. Seduction pit! Angie Smart thought as she glimpsed the huge mirror on the ceiling over the bed, and the other long mirrors beside it and on every wall. In this room, people could watch themselves make love from a dozen directions at once.
And this boy, for all his arrogance which she was beginning to think was really a defense mechanism to hide his own fears seemed to be more frightened than she was standing here in front of the double bed. He was still just a teenager and she was a mature woman. Yet his male staff was thrusting out, rigid as the limb of an oak tree, and he tried to push her to her knees and make her put it into her mouth again.
"No ... no!" Angie protested. "Not yet ... I've got to talk! Then then I'll do anything! But please, Ward, PLEASE just lie down with me first!" Angie fully believed that he would refuse and force her to her knees, and she knew if that happened, she would oval her soft mouth anyway and drain his hardened young cock of every drop of semen his cum-swollen balls contained.
Yet he didn't. He let her pull him onto the big bed, and they lay on their backs, watching their reflections in the mirrors, as she told him in vivid detail about what Irene said she was doing with his five friends. As she spoke, she casually stroked his erect penis, her fingernails gently teasing at the red-rimmed corona just below the blood-swollen head of his cock and the sensitive nerves between his semen-heavy testicles and his anus.
He heard her out, his excited penis becoming harder by the minute while his calloused young fingers teased the aroused nipples of her breasts and explored the soft lips of Angie's cunt.
"Irene digs being the meat in a sandwich," he said. "Let's go over to your house and we can ball all day."
"Oh, Ward!" Angie protested. She was stunned to think that with her lying beside him, fondling his rock-hard penis, that he could even think of such a thing! What she was doing was certainly sinful enough ... but to think of joining an orgy with a bunch of teenagers and Irene was revolting! "Absolutely NO!"
"Groupies are fun!" he said. "But if you don't dig it, well...." Suddenly his hot mouth came down on the tender nipple of her left breast, and he began to suck earnestly on the turgid bud even as his fingers slithered slowly, tantalizingly, up and down the length of her distended cuntal lips, pulling at the soft curly fringe of pubic hair which-edged her vaginal opening.
Angie groaned in mounting passion and began to undulate her loins up against his probing hand, clutching his cock tightly in her soft fingers. She mumbled a soft protest as his hand worked up into the tight crack of her clenching ass-cheeks, and then gasped aloud as she felt a finger begin to press at the tight ring of her anus. "Noooooo...." she protested, trying to struggle free, but the superior weight and strength of the teenaged boy overcame her. Angie felt the elastic ring of her sphincter muscle yield, and then his finger popped up inside her rectum to the first knuckle and began slowly to twirl, stretching her tender anal flesh in an ever-widening circle.
"Please ... please ... don't " the lovely dark-haired woman pleaded, even as she was raising herself off the bed, lewdly spreading her legs, and then screwing down on his stiffened finger until finally it was buried to the very hilt in the hot depths of her clenching anus. "Oh, God! Don't make me be like this!"
"How do you think my prick would feel up there?" he whispered, watching her eyes grow wide with shock as his obscene suggestion registered in her brain. "This ... is ... isn't natural!" she moaned, yet hardly gasped as the boy slid still a second finger up into her burning rectum. She found her body wantonly churning up and down on top of the bed, heard the wet slapping of his hand against her widely stretched buttocks, and realized that her hand was now wildly pumping his spike-hard cock. "Ward ... don't do this to meeeeeeee!"
"Why not?" he said. "You told me your girlfriend Irene was getting sandwiched. You know what that is? Fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time!"
"Ooooooohhhhh ... nooooo...." the distressed divorcee pleaded, her mind reeling with the obscene vision of what he was describing.
"Doesn't this feel good?"
"Ooooooohhhhh ... Yesssssss!" Angie admitted as his fingers drove still deeper up into her clutching anus, seemingly filling her rectal channel to capacity. "But nooooo! Don't do it to me this way!"
"Then let's play a little sixty-nine," Ward said, a suggestive grin spreading across his handsome features as he withdrew his finger from her anus with a lewd sucking sound. Angie Smart didn't know what the boy meant for a minute. She had never even heard the term. But she understood the meaning quickly as he twisted his body around on the bed and his head dove down between her obscenely splayed legs, his eager mouth engulfing the already quivering lips of her pussy and his tongue spearing deeply into the trembling depths of her over stimulated vagina.
Ward's lust-fired loins were now turned so that they were mere inches from her face. The length of his turgid male member, and the semen-swollen balls at its base, filled her vision, and she knew then what he wanted her to do. And deep in that place where all of her secret thoughts were hidden, Angie knew that she wanted to perform this obscene act as much as he did.
Deftly, her fingers peeled his foreskin back and the pink tip of her tongue began to lick at the mushroom-shaped head of his penis, burrowing into the tiny hole at the tip, tasting the pungency of his secreting pre-seminal fluid. His own tongue was slashing deep into her surging cunt, working up and down her sensitive vaginal furrow until it found the throbbing button of her clitoris, and then his lips were sucking the tiny sensation-bud even as his tongue delved into every sweet crevice of her wildly writhing pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Angie Smart moaned around the swollen length of his cock stuck between her lush lips. In the overhead mirror she could see his thick shaft plunging deep into her throat, and it obscenely excited her to see her mouth being fucked by this mindlessly reaming male organ. She saw her sensuous lips being weirdly distended, being pulled out like the mouth of a feeding fish, as his blood-engorged cock pistoned smoothly in and out of her saliva-filled mouth.
Her own oral lovemaking, plus the titillating reflection of the boy's delving tongue plunging in and out of her gaping cunt, was driving her mad with sheer ungovernable lust! Gasping, her nostrils flaring as she sought to breathe, Angie clutched her arms around his muscular shoulders, her sharp nails scraping blood from his laboring back. His passion-bloated penis looked like the trunk of a tree buried between her avid lips as she strove to get every inch of his stiffened member into her hot, wet mouth. And Ward was avidly sucking her seething cunt, his fingers once again reaming up into her tight anus, and they were both groaning in lewd delight, their sweat-covered bodies locked together in the most obscene manner possible.
Angie felt herself cumming, and with a groan deep in her throat began to screw her steaming pussy hard against the boy's frantically working lips. A momentous explosion reverberated through her bucking loins, and then she felt her copious cum juices gushing down and over the spasming lips of her cunt while Ward sucked up every sweet drop as he fucked his distended penis all the more wildly into her willing mouth.
"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed, still grinding her cuntal mouth up into his cum-streaked face, knowing she could climax again and again if he kept sucking her cunt like this. She drew his lust-swollen cock deep into her throat, then slowly began bobbing her head up and down over his undulating loins again, feeling his rubbery cock-head push almost to her tonsils.
Sometimes she was on top, straddling his body, grinding her pulsating cunt chokingly hard down onto his handsome face. And then they would roll over so she was beneath him, his head buried between her clutching thighs as Angie's eager lips stretched wide with his pistoning cock fucking wildly into her lust-contorted mouth.
The long-haired divorcee didn't know how many times she orgasmed ... it seemed to be one long searing stream of never-ending ecstasy.
And then she felt his rampaging cock ballooning in her mouth, swelling to unbelievable proportions, and she urgently clutched his bouncing testicles, milking them as the first hot jet of his semen spurted deep into her gulping throat.
"Ummmm ... Ummmm ... Ooooohhhh!" Angie moaned between swallows of the boiling liquid that poured into her sucking lips. Angie's trembling lips girdled his spurting glans, savoring every lust-inciting drop of his scalding cum, and then she sucked the entire swollen length of his ejaculating cock-shaft back into the hot wet furnace of her mouth and held him there until his sated penis was soft and shrunken. Suddenly, just as his cum slickened penis was slipping away from her lush red lips, she felt her torrid vagina begin to spasm convulsively around Ward's still frantically spearing tongue. "Oh God! I'm cummmiinnnggg ... again!"
Angie wildly fucked her shuddering loins up against his face, her long, sleek legs clamping behind his bobbing head while the plunging spear of his tongue ran like an electric eel far up into her ravenously clutching pussy....
And then, completely exhausted, they fell apart, too tired to touch each other, or even to talk.
"We can't go on like this," Angie groaned much later. "Ward, it's all my fault ... I don't blame you at all ... but we can't!"
"Why not?" he said. "You're a beautiful lay ... you dig it! If you don't have it with me, you'll get fucked by some older guy who'll throw your ass out the door when he gets through using it."
"You're right," the distressed woman admitted. "Oh, Ward ... what am I going to do?"
"Hang in tight and I'll ball you all you want," he replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. Angie Smart almost choked when she heard Ins calloused words. Tears spewed from her deep blue eyes, and she buried her face in the pillow. Suddenly, furious with emotional frustration, she rolled onto an elbow and spat the remnants of his semen from her mouth.
"I thought you might care a little about me!" she cried.
"Hey, I do," the teenage boy said, alarmed at her unexplainable outburst of anger. "Then why do you say such filthy things to me when what I need most is to be held and kissed?" she demanded. Her voice rose. "I've never had as much sex with anyone as I've had with you! And never so much abuse! So I suppose you've turned me loose. I can go out and just get laid! Suck a man if that's what he wants. Even a girl! Even you know I did it with a girl! "
"Oh, for Chrissakes!" he blurted and slapped her hard across the face. Then he rolled her over onto her belly and tried to force his still-swollen cock up into the smooth crease of her ass-cheeks, but Angie Smart wriggled away from his straining embrace until finally his hard penis slammed viciously against her still tender cunt. He cried out, "That fucking Irene! She's the one who's messed your head up! Well, I'll show you what sex is I'll show you in a way you'll never forget!"
Angie tried to thrash away from the enraged boy, but it seemed her every struggling movement only pressed his raping penis deeper into the soft, wet vault of her cringing vagina. Moaning, she clutched his rampaging cock tight with her cuntal muscles, afraid that, if he pulled his plundering hardness out of her violated pussy, he would only spread her quaking ass-cheeks apart and ram his blunt-tipped cudgel up into her virginal anus.
His plunging penis reamed up into her helpless pussy, sending rippling waves of sensitive vaginal flesh ahead of the throbbing head of his cock as it smacked hard into the mouth of her womb, and she could hear the wet slapping of his balls against her lewdly spread buttocks.
Unable to control herself, she screwed back, rising to her knees, feeling his blood engorged member drive deeper and deeper up into her uncontrollably quivering body. Oh God! She knew it shouldn't, but this rampant defilement of her vulnerable vagina was beginning to feel good too good for her to resist any longer!
"Aaaaahhh ... Aaaaauugggghhh!" she began to chant, fucking back on the wildly impaling phallus. "Harder! Oh, Ward! HARDER!!!" His swinging balls slapped loudly against her lust-swollen clitoris, raising her to even greater heights of passion as Angie's long dark hair flailed across her cream-colored back, and she saw herself being wantonly fucked half to death in the multiple mirrors which covered the walls of the room.
"Oh, God! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!" she cried out as a tidal wave of unbelievably erotic delight swept through her clutching loins, and she felt her cum gushing over his plunging cock as she madly ground her heaving buttocks back against his savagely thrusting pelvis.
"Fuck, oh FUCK me!!!" the wildly aroused woman screamed, totally lost in her own swirling universe of sensual release. As she continued to hump her smoothly fleshed buttocks back against his pistoning loins, straining for the last flickering sensations of her overwhelming orgasm, Angie suddenly felt his cock explode deep in her gyrating vagina, spurting scalding cum far up the burning depths of her clenching cunt until she thought it would flood every cell in her body. As his swelling penis began to jerk wildly in her clutching vagina, Ward suddenly cried out, "Ahhhhh! I'm cumming! Fuck back! Fuck back!" His entire body spasmed frenziedly as his spewing semen rushed up from his cum-laden balls to fill every inch of her frantically milking pussy.
After every last drop of his sperm had emptied into her vagina, Ward collapsed on top of Angie's sweat-slickened body.
"You like that better than your girlfriend?" he panted, still gasping from his tumultuous climax.
"Oh, Jesus!" Angie whispered, and found herself grinding her buttocks back against his flaccid penis again. "Oh, you!"
"What's that mean?" he whispered, gently biting her ear to tease her.
"Stay in me ... sleep with me ... I need you...." she whispered, suddenly overcome with an intense desire to hold tightly onto his virile young body.
He rolled her onto her side, his softening penis still buried deep in her cum-coated cunt, and Angie said, "That's better. Now I can touch you."
"You should have let me put it up your ass," he said, beginning to caress her breasts with his exploring fingers.
"Oh, nooooo...." she protested. "I've never ... "
"You never went down on a man before you met me, either," the teenager said. "And you dug it. And you know you liked my fingers up your ass, didn't you?"
"Ummmmmm...." Angie admitted, moving her still trembling ass-cheeks back against her young lover. "Maybe maybe the next time. No promise ... you've really done a lot to my puritanical morality these last few weeks. It takes time to adjust."
"Okay ... I can get hard again. You want some more cock?" Angie Smart ground her body hard against him in reply. She knew she shouldn't respond like a bitch in heat to his every demand, but it felt so good to have a cock deep in her hungry cunt ... "
Hours later, after numerous other sessions of lovemaking, Angie felt his lean teenage body pressed tight against her back, his now soft penis still imbedded deep in her sucking pussy. He had just pulled his fingers from her tight little anus-she remembered a slushy, popping sound and she drowsed, delighting in the tremendous pleasure his vigorous male body had given her. She could still taste his pungent male cum in her mouth, and she lazily licked her lips as she felt his strong hands gently squeeze her resilient breasts and teasingly play with the rising buds of her coral-hued nipples.
Through her mind ran distorted visions of Irene, lying in her bed in her home, taking one penis after another into every orifice of her Umber body and loving every minute of it!
Well, Angie Smart asked herself, was she any better?
Seducing a teenage boy wasn't exactly worth a Nobel prize in morality either.
Yet she knew she couldn't help herself from behaving this way ... one sultry look from his dark eyes and she was putty in his hands.
And besides, their lovemaking had been so beautiful, all of it. The way they strained against each other's body ... the way his thrusting cock tasted in her open mouth ... and the way his lashing tongue brought her pussy to heights of carnal release she'd never thought possible for a female to experience. His flaccid penis was still buried in her hot, moist cunt, and she unconsciously clutched her vaginal muscles around it and screwed her smooth buttocks back against his adolescent loins. She pulled his grasping hands tighter to her sensitive full breasts, and guided his fingers to firmly squeeze her tender nipples that were still pebble-hard from her last shattering orgasm. Angie shifted slightly on the bed until she could feel his lips pressed against the sensitive back of her neck, and then she sighed in utter contentment.
The slender, long-legged woman might let herself pretend she was being loved, but a deeper part of her mind knew that Ward was incapable of loving her ... he was too young to truly understand a mature woman.
He might be infatuated with her in a physical sense, and he had certainly given her the ultimate sexual pleasure a woman could hope for. He had also opened new doors for her inhibited life which might have remained forever closed if she hadn't met him. He had led her into the pure carnal delight of oral sex which her ex-husband Clint had clumsily failed to do-and even made her realize her anus could be a great source of pleasure, something she would have never dreamed to be possible before. He was at times crude, even rough, but what could you expect from a boy who was hardly fifteen?
Angie Smart decided that her body had been a sleeping reservoir of sensual desire which had just been awakened by a boy barely half her own age. She snuggled into Ward's young body and let herself go to sleep.
The summer afternoon sun was shining through the cracks in the closed shutters as a movement against her voluptuous body woke the lovely divorcee up from her drifting reverie of passion-filled dreams. Angie Smart slowly realized that the thick shaft of Ward's erect penis was teasing against her cunt from behind as it moved up in the soft depths of her clenching ass-cheeks. She trembled in renewed desire and swallowed her initial shame. She knew she would submit to anything now!
"Can't I suck you?" she mumbled, hoping to divert him from what she knew he wanted to do to her. "You've got a beautiful ass," Ward said, as he worked his finger into her tight little anus and felt her shudder in response. "Just slide a pillow under your belly and get your sweet tail up! I've got plenty of Vaseline here to make things easier."
Unable to resist either his words or his body, the long-haired divorcee subserviently spread her slender legs and let the boy part the quivering cheeks of her pliant buttocks. She felt him spreading the Vaseline on the smooth half moons of her buttocks and then fingers working the lubricating substance up into her tight anus. Despite her reluctance, she found it exciting that a male was preparing to sodomize her virginal rectum.
And then young Ward was clutching her curvaceous body, his hands fondling her tender breasts while his tongue licked up and down her sensitive spine. Angie Smart found herself moaning in lewd anticipation of what he would do to her slavish body next. His tongue was actually slithering around the sensitive rim of her quaking rectal channel, probing and licking at her anus while his hot wet lips kissed the soft smooth flesh of her buttocks.
"Kneel up," Ward suddenly commanded, his voice harsh with expectancy. Angie obeyed. She could not imagine how she ever got herself into such a sordid situation, but she couldn't resist the temptation to actually experience the forbidden act he was about to perpetrate on her willing body. The dark-haired woman slowly lifted herself up on the bed until she was on her elbows and knees, legs spread wide, her tensed buttocks high in the air as she waited for the teenager to position himself behind her.
Sobbing softly, yet wild with some unexplainable desire for this new experience, Angie Smart reached back with one hand and spread her open buttocks even wider apart as she felt the blunt knob of the boy's penis press insistently at her proffered anus. The contact of his bloated cock-head against her tiny rectum excited her prurient lust, and she screwed her ass-cheeks back, humping and writhing, her taut little belly visibly undulating with the effort.
His thick penis suddenly rammed against the puckering hole of her anus, causing the distressed divorcee to cry out in abject pain. "It hurts ... hurts ... OH! YOU'RE HURTING MEEEEE!" the straining woman cried. And then her tight anal ring yielded to his powerful pelvis muscles, and she felt his blood swollen cock-head suddenly pop up into her narrow anal passage. "Oooooo ... aaaggggghhhhh ... Slow, Ward ... SLOW!!!!!"
But the aroused boy couldn't restrain himself. He jerked Angie Smart's churning hips up and roughly pressed her head down so that her squirming buttocks were pointed up at the mirror-covered ceiling. Then, even as she cried out in pain, he heartlessly drove the iron hard shaft of his cock up into her clutching anus.
"Eeeeaaauugghhh!!!" she cried out as she felt his reaming penis slam far up into her tender rectal passage, pushing soft waves of tender flesh before its relentless advance. She was sure she could feel every vein of his blood-bloated cock ... her rectum was going to be torn apart by his ravaging penis ... and his heavy balls were smacking ever harder into her exposed cunt!
Angie collapsed onto the double bed, but the lust-driven boy pulled her to her knees again, his distended cock still buried deep in her violated rectum. Angie wept silently, her tortured body wracked with an unbelievable amount of sheer agony. Why did she let him do this to her? Why, why, why?
The searing pain in her ravished anus at first was unbearable, but quickly began to ease once her cock-stretched rectum adjusted to the unnatural presence of his erected male organ. He was holding her tight, one hand on her hip and the other clamping over her dilating cunt, and she could feel his swollen rod of flesh flexing deep within her belly, his cum-laden balls pushed tight against her flowering pussy.
In the mirror at the side of the bed, she could see his thick young penis buried between the widespread crevice of her buttocks. The sheer obscenity of such a depraved sight began to fan the flames of masochistic lust deep in her voracious loins. She felt her limber young body adapting to this forced intrusion of her most secret passage ... and the way Ward was now expertly caressing her tingling cunt and swaying breasts was driving Angie Smart WILD with wanton, animalistic desire!
Despite the blinding pain she still felt from his callous entry into her virginal rectum, she couldn't stop herself from screwing back onto his sodomizing penis, feeling the boy's dangling balls smack wetly against her wide open cunt. His plunging cock seemed to fill her whole body as it remorselessly reamed in and out of her defenseless anus, pulling her tender rectal flesh with it on every outstroke, then cruelly driving the sensitive folds back up into her squirming body.
Gradually, Angie became aware that the blazing agony that had accompanied his initial entry into her narrow anus had all but disappeared. In its place, though she scarcely was able to believe her own feelings, was growing an ever-increasing amount of pure carnal pleasure, pleasure so intense that the dark-haired woman hardly knew how to react. All she knew now was that she wanted his cock deep, deep as he could drive it up her clutching anus.
"Oh, Ward, this is so good!" Angie gasped. "Do it as long as you can!" Relentlessly the boy quickened thy pace of his strokes up into her gaping rectum. Damn, she was tight and sweet this way, he thought. Angie couldn't be faking it ... not the way her ass was churning and humping around his plundering cock! She wanted it! Well, he would fuck her ass off! The only problem was that her asshole was so tight she might rip the skin right off his stiffened prick!
But then again, ass-fucking like this was worth the risk! Groaning with masochistic pleasure and wanton desire, Angie Smart suddenly saw her past in a new light. How she had deceived herself! Everything seemed so clear now with what Ward had taught her about her own self. She knew she could never be the same person she had been just a few weeks before. Into her mind flashed an image of her sex life before Ward.
Clint had been sexually adequate, in a straight way.
But she'd never experienced the carnal pleasure with him that this strapping young boy had given her, that he was giving her this very moment.
She had never taken a penis into her mouth ... she had never felt a hot, wet tongue in her cunt ... or a cock in her anus ... before she met Ward.
How much she had missed! And the lesbian encounter. Perhaps a man wouldn't understand that sort of thing, but the night spent with Suzie Wing had been beautiful in its own way because of what it taught her about her own repressed sexual needs.
Why couldn't a woman ... particularly a lonely woman ... have pleasure with anyone who desired her! Man, boy, woman! Who was to stop her from discovering the sexuality inherent in her own body, except herself?
Closing herself off from sexual stimulation as she had for years was a ridiculous thing to have done! Angie Smart ground her smooth ass-cheeks back at the pistoning pelvis of the boy who was so powerfully sodomizing her. His balls continued to smack hard directly against her out-thrust clitoris and she began to orgasm again, gushing burning cum-juices from her spasming pussy just as his cock jerked wildly and began to spurt stream after stream of scalding semen up into her tightly clutching rectum. She could feel his virile sperm flooding her loins, and she milked his lewdly-slapping testicles dry with her tight anal muscles. Angie was panting and sweating as he slowly turned her onto her side, his softening cock still buried deep in her cum-filled anal channel.
"How do you dig ass fucking now?" he whispered into her ear. "If anyone knows, you do," Angie murmured, a suggestive smile on her lush lips.
"Twist around a little and kiss me," Ward said. Angie Smart wanted to twist around and savagely kiss her young lover, but if she did, it would pull his flaccid penis out of her clutching anus, so she contented herself with the tiny kiss that hardly let her suck his probing tongue. She led his hands to her throbbing breasts and held them there. She could feel his warm cum oozing from her pussy and spreading over her trembling thighs, and his cock was still pulsing rhythmically in her semen-slick rectum.
"I'm going to say an idiotic thing."
"Like what?" the youngster said, caressing her breasts with gentle fingers.
"I love you ... need you ... you broke me out of my cage."
"Oh, Christ!"
"Don't curse! I mean ... I couldn't find myself ... sex was dirty until I met you ... I wanted you ... I did things with you I've never done with anyone before. Even opened up to where I could make love with a girl ... and yes, I liked it ... very much!"
"Oh, shit," the boy said. "Irene?"
"No ... an Oriental girl."
"My Grandpop says they're the best ... and he's been around the world a few times." He began to move against her yielding body, his penis hardening once more in her clenching rectum. Ward said, "You want to go again?"
"I'm too tired to get up on hands and knees," she pleaded.
"Then just lie the way you are."
His thickening cock swelled in her tight anus, and they began to move their bodies together in a lewd rhythm of raw animal lust.
"Fuck me ... fuck me there she whimpered, grinding her buttocks back at his pressuring pelvis. Angie groaned in ecstasy as she felt his rigid penis once more surging in and out of her tightly gripping anus, and she began to understand how Irene McCoy had become the way she was. She let her mind imagine what it would be like to have more than one cock in her at a time ... one in her cunt and the other in her eager mouth.
Or how did Ward describe a sandwich? A man in her cunt and another at the same time in her anus? She didn't think that was really possible for a woman to do, but the salacious fantasy was certainly exciting enough to make her ache for more cock.
"Go in deeper," Angie pleaded, rotating her clutching ass-cheeks and screwing hard up the length of his reaming penis. His smoothly thrusting cock-shaft seemed to be boring right through to her belly and she couldn't get enough of it!
Suddenly another cataclysmic orgasm broke over her slavishly kneeling body, and Angie was swept away by the sheer power of the sensation even as she felt Ward's thrusting cock burst loose with scalding streams of his teenage cum.
Making love could be so beautiful! Angie thought, her mind still reeling, if only you knew how to approach it. She realized how prudish she had been before, when she had denied her body's sexual needs, and how much pleasure she had missed by not being honest with herself.
Was she a lesbian, she mused, thinking of the carnal delights she'd found with the exotic Suzie Wing. She decided no. She couldn't be as long as she enjoyed a male penis so much as she was at this very moment.
Or perverted because now she took delight in oral and anal sex?
Again she mentally said NO to her question, thinking of what a knowledgeable man, a highly respected writer, had once said ... and how at the time it had shocked her ... "For centuries, some countries have been overrun by war. Soldiers want women, and they take them. The women have learned over these hundreds of years that if they don't want children from the invaders, they must offer an alternative ... their mouths or their rectums. Arab girls particularly will offer their anus but the French prefer to suck a man ... and whether their culture will allow them to admit it or not, they all take pleasure from the experience. And in harems, where a sheik may have thirty wives, it is physically impossible for him to satisfy every female under his sway. Eunuchs guard the harem ... but perform a dual purpose. An adult male, although castrated, is still capable of serving a woman, although he can't impregnate her. They take care of the sultan's wives ... but are careful not to be too good at their jobs!"
Well, Angie Smart thought as she drifted into sleep again, she'd surely been wrong most of her life. Her puritanical upbringing had robbed her of so many bodily pleasures. It seemed so beautiful to lie here with her teenage lover ... even realizing that it couldn't last forever. But there would be other men as time went by. She wasn't ready to give up her hard won independence just yet, but knew now she could take sexual pleasure from a man, and give him pleasure in return.
But I'll worry about the future some other time, Angie wearily thought as she closed her eyes. An impish smile passed over her lips as she thought: After all, I've got enough to keep me busy right here for some time to come.
CHAPTER SIX
The morning sun shining through the shutters woke Angie up from an engrossing dream. Ward was still asleep beside her, curled into a fetal ball. The dark-haired woman, a smile parting her lush lips, reached over and began fondling the boy's limp penis. "You want to love me a little this morning?" she whispered huskily as his eyes fluttered open.
"I dig," the blond-headed teenager said. "But you just about wore me out yesterday."
"You can do something!" Angie murmured. For a moment she wished she was with Irene and the five teenage boys in her own house. "Think of something!"
"Hold it a minute," Ward said. He jumped from the bed and soon was back with several photo-illustrated books which showed beautiful naked girls in bondage being whipped or spanked. Angie had never seen such obscene pictures in her life.
"Where did you get these?" she demanded.
"The old man and Grandpop sort of collect them."
"Filth!" Angie retorted, yet she couldn't take her eyes from the titillating color photographs. The women were obviously all being humiliated, yet there was a wild sensuality burning in their passion-glazed eyes. The pictures were accompanied by a faked text, probably hammered out by some out-of-work hack writer.
Utterly disgusting! She slid from the bed and said, "I'm hungry. I suppose there's some food in this huge mansion."
"Shit, I didn't think you'd get up-tight," Ward said, also climbing from the huge bed. "Cook's on a running drunk ... we'll have to do our own thing in the kitchen."
Angie found a short robe, but was dismayed to see that Ward was making no effort to cover his nakedness.
"You're not going downstairs that way are you?" she asked. "Who the fuck do I have to impress in this house?" he retorted. "A wino cook? A queer butler? Fuck them!"
It was a rough bit of logic, but it did make sense to Angie, so she made no further protest. The two of them took over the kitchen and soon had a substantial, if simple, meal prepared. Ham and eggs, hash brown potatoes, toast, butter, jam, and coffee; all were set on the large kitchen table. Angie found her appetite perhaps enhanced by her rigorous sexual activity to be overwhelming and she ate ravenously of everything.
Even though she appeared to be totally engrossed in eating, visions of pictures in the books Ward had shown her ran through her susceptible mind. Most were completely revolting, but a few did vaguely excite her, she had to admit. As she finished the last bit of her toast, she boldly reached under the table and groped for his penis. She found the flaccid organ and began to stroke it slowly, teasingly.
"Can you ... again?" she whispered. She felt his cock beginning to grow hard in her lewdly caressing fingers and said, "Oh, yes, you can!"
"You'll screw me to death," he laughed, amazed at the change that had come over the formerly puritanical Miss Smart.
"You've almost done that to me already," Angie said with a wanton grin. "We could try something different, if you want."
"Like what?"
"Well ... those books," she said, her face flushing in embarrassment. "I mean, they're really revolting, and all ... but maybe if you just spanked me a little ... with your hand ... no whips or belts ... I think I might like that. Then, we'll do whatever ... "
"Sound's great," the virile youth said. "Let's go back to bed." Angie Smart trembled with excitement as she returned to the bedroom and stripped her robe off, exposing her luscious body to the fervent gaze of her boy lover. She was tantalized, wondering how he would use her body this time to satisfy his insatiable lust. With a tremor in her voice, she said, "How do you want me?"
"Kneel like you were taking it in the ass," he said.
Abject and now fearful, she complied, seeing her slavish reflection in the big mirrors alongside the bed.
"That's perfect," he said. Then, without warning, he whipped his hand across her proffered buttocks.
SMACK!!! "Eeeeyyyyaaah!" she cried out. "Harder!" Time after time the boy's open hand cracked across her quaking buttocks, and she could see in the mirror that her satin-smooth flesh was turning a bright cherry red, from his feverish blows. She suddenly realized that her vagina was fully aroused now, and that cuntal juices were trickling down her trembling thighs.
"More ... more ... harder!" she chanted. The tingling sensation in her pussy was growing stronger and stronger, the heat in her loins growing hotter and hotter. It was just a matter of moments before she would orgasm, before she would explode with a fury she never dreamed possible. Just a matter of moments....
"I'll be double-damned if the boy hasn't grown up, and learned how to handle a woman," a male voice boomed out from the doorway.
Startled on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her life, Angie Smart looked around and blinked in disbelief.
Staring and grinning with lewd pleasure were Burt Bibbs and Suzie Wing!
"Oh Jesus!" Angie cried out, trying to cover her aroused and naked body under a cum soaked bed sheet.
Meanwhile, Ward seemed perfectly calm as he stood there stark naked, not trying to cover his rigid cock that poled out stiffly from his adolescent loins. He grinned at his father.
"Sounds like the pretty girl likes it," Burt Bibbs said. He winked at his son. "Is she good?"
"I told you she's beautiful," Suzie Wing said.
"You had her," Burt said.
"I told you. You know how I am."
"Honey, I know you go both ways, but you're numero uno in fucking and sucking department," Burt replied. Terrified at being caught in such a compromising situation, and not understanding just what was happening, Angie Smart cowered under the sheet, and with tears in her eyes cried out, "What's going on?"
Her pleading question evoked laughter from the other three people standing in the room, and that only made her feel all the more alone and confused. "You really don't know?" Burt Bibbs asked. "I don't know a thing ... except that I was hired to sell this big house. And I got involved with Ward ... and then Suzie ... and had to swim in the freezing ocean to escape a gang of young rapists."
"Guess that could be confusing," the lean, saturnine man said. "Here's some identification. It's supposed to be top secret, but everyone on the other team knows me anyway. We all drink together."
He slid a slender wallet from the pocket of his tight-fitting slacks and flipped it open. There was an identity card and a small badge. She read the words on the card and gulped as he said, "I don't carry these papers on the job."
Angie could immediately see why. According to the identification papers, Burt Bibbs was one of the top men in one of the most secret of the counter-intelligence agencies operating out of the Pentagon. He was part world-roaming spy, part espionage agent, and sometime political assassin.
"And this is my woman," he said, nodding toward the beautiful Eurasian girl, Suzie Wing. "Suzie has been keeping an eye on things here while I was gone. Including you and Ward. The report was good. She said you were good for him ... and he for you. No sweat. Ward's known about my job for a long time now, and he's kept his mouth shut like he knows he's supposed to.
"I thought he didn't think much of you," Angie whispered.
"My cover is a jet-set bum. He knows better. Right, Son?"
"Sure, Dad," the youth replied.
"Well, let's all get into bed," his father said as he shed his clothes and Suzie Wing peeled off her dress.
"Ooooh, my God!" Angie cried out as she was suddenly surrounded by naked flesh. It seemed like male and female bodies were swarming all over her. "Don't do this to meeee!"
"Group scenes are the greatest," Ward said as he fondled her pliant breasts. "And besides, it's been a long time since the old man and I did anything together. You'd be sort of breaking up a father and son get-together if you split now."
"Relax and enjoy, Angie," said Burt Bibbs as his hands slid slowly over her cringing body. At first, she trembled in fear at his touch, but his stroking fingers were so lewdly exciting that she couldn't help but part her sleek legs to allow his obscenely delving hand greater access to her simmering cunt. As if in a dream, she heard him say, "I've got her warmed up. Why don't you give her a little of your tongue?"
Angie found herself unable to resist as her thrashing legs were pulled apart by Burt Bibb's powerful hands. And then Suzie Wing's soft mouth was between her widespread thighs, her fluttering tongue licking up and down the inside of Angie's quaking pubic mound while her slender fingers parted the moistened petals of her aroused cunt.
"I can't stand it!" the pinned-down divorcee cried even as she arched her back and thrust her nakedly exposed pussy up against the Eurasian girl's full lipped mouth. She felt the soft probing of the dark-skinned woman's tongue pressing into her vagina, licking apart the suffused cuntal folds while Angie moaned in ecstasy. Her quivering thighs clutched tight around Suzie's beautiful face, and Angie Smart lost all sense of moral decency once more, wanting only to have the lust-inciting tonguing of her vagina continue forever. "Eat meee!!!" she cried out in animal passion, pulling Suzie's face even tighter to her throbbing cunt.
"Why don't you eat me?" Burt Bibbs said. He was kneeling by Angie's face, provocatively rolling the fleshy foreskin back from the lust-swollen head of his cock. "Enjoy it from both ends."
For a moment the lewd words shocked Angie, but the mere sight of his blood-engorged penis pulsating just inches from her face aroused her almost as much as the delving tongue that was still driving deep into her orally impaled vagina.
"Oooooooo ... YES!!" she moaned, reaching frantically for the thick veined rod of flesh. She clutched at his semen-heavy balls and guided his mushroom-shaped cock-head to her wetly parted lips as Burt straddled his body across her face. Eagerly she sucked his swollen manhood into her desiring mouth, her soft tongue licking his distended penis while her mouth formed a tight oval around his invading cock-shaft. Suzie's tongue was spearing up her pussy like a piston gone made, and she realized that young Ward was playing with her breasts, sucking and squeezing her burning nipples in lewd accompaniment to the other three undulating bodies on the wildly rocking bed.
With wanton desire, Angie clutched at Burt's lean, muscular buttocks and pulled him downward, filling her throat with his passion-bloated penis as she sucked furiously, desperately wanting the burning semen from his lust-swollen balls. Her nose was buried in the dark curly hair of his loins, and her eager lips were distended grotesquely as she sucked relentlessly on his burgeoning cock. From the corner of her eye she could see herself in the mirror, and the obscene image of her cock-stuffed mouth only inspired the lust-driven divorcee to suck his plundering penis all the harder.
Angie glanced at the mirror again, longer this time, and she could see her mouth filled with a spearing male organ while a beautiful girl was slavishly licking her cunt and a handsome young boy tongued and sucked her heaving breasts!
This was carnal ecstasy beyond all human imagination! The huge bedroom was filled with wet slurping sounds, and Angie Smart was receiving every ounce of sensual attention three other people could give her. Her soft mouth tightly ringing the bloated head of his pounding cock in her gaping mouth, she impulsively thrust a finger straight up into the anus of Burt Bibbs.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" he cried out, more from shock than actual pain. Jerking wildly, he fucked his spasming penis deep into her mouth and Angie was rewarded by great jetting spurts of hot, thick semen. Just the pungent taste of roiling cum brought her to a powerful orgasm, and she furiously ground her steaming pussy down against the eagerly sucking mouth of Suzie Wing.
Angie thought this was the most sensually exciting thing she had ever experienced ... having a hard driving cock cum in her mouth while she in turn spewed her gushing cuntal juices into the urgently sucking lips of a beautiful girl; and all the while a young boy wantonly licked her swaying breasts.
Avidly the undulating divorcee swallowed every drop of his ejaculating sperm, while she savagely rubbed her tender cunt against the ferociously sucking mouth between her legs, tightly clutching her thighs around the beautiful Eurasian face. Salty cum was filling her belly and Angie was thrashing between Burt and Suzie like a sleek fish that had just been hauled into a boat.
Burt Bibbs tried to withdraw his spent penis from her tightly clamping mouth but she refused to let him go, not until she was sure she had taken every single bit of his seething semen. And then she locked her long, slender legs around Suzie's face and shoulders and captured her as well in a desperate quivering embrace.
"I told you she was a real woman, Dad," Ward said. "But when do I get mine?"
"I thought you'd gotten all you could handle for a week already." Both father and son raucously laughed at this last statement. "Ooooohhhhh!" Angie groaned in humiliation as she heard the two males cross words, and she pulled her still sucking mouth from Burt's flaccid cock and released Suzie Wing from the tight grasp of her sweating thighs. "I'm meat ... just a piece of meat to all of you!" she cried out, her lush lower lip trembling with suppressed emotion.
"Prime cut," Burt said with a grin.
"I hate you all!" Angie shouted, her blue eyes blazing in righteous anger. "Who hates whom and why?" an older voice inquired. "And what the hell's going on here, anyway?"
Angie blinked and rubbed her tear-filled eyes. With a feeling of utter dismay, she saw the handsome figure of Stanley Bibbs standing in the open doorway.
"Just a little fucking, Grandpop," Ward said.
"I saw that much before I spoke," the bearded man said. "I just want to know one thing ... why wasn't I invited?"
"Oh my God!" Angie whispered. She was sure that Stanley Bibbs would have been in a total rage to see his huge mansion being used for a wild orgy. And she was equally sure that he would fire her on the spot, thus crushing all her dreams for the future. But instead of anger, he had a bemused smile on his face as he surveyed the four naked people sprawled obscenely across the huge bed.
"I'd like a little taste of that pussy myself," Stanley Bibbs said as he ripped off his golfing sweater and dropped his pants. His exposed penis swayed menacingly as he moved toward the monstrous bed. With a lewd grin, he said to Suzie, "I'll show you how to eat cunt, girl."
Before the stunned Angie could move, he was on the bed and had his face between her widespread thighs. For a moment she tried to fight this violation of her defenseless loins, but his strength was too great, and her own animal lust defeated her every effort at resistance. Groaning in abject humiliation, she spread her legs even wider apart and then clamped her soft thighs around his neck as Stanley's tongue stirred her already aroused cunt to a renewed fever pitch. He caught the tingling bud of her swollen clitoris between his teeth and then began to suck on the tiny sensation-button even as he licked furiously into her piquant cuntal folds.
Even Suzie hadn't been so skilled! With a soft moan of mingled surrender and carnal delight, she ground her voracious pussy up against his bobbing face, feeling his beard tickle the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Angie could see the others in the room grinning knowingly to one another at her wanton lust, but couldn't help herself from reacting this way. She furiously fucked her pelvis up to his delving face, welcoming his lewdly probing tongue, pulling his working mouth as tight to her hungry cunt as was humanly possible.
"Oh God, I'm cummiinnngggg again!" the wildly thrashing woman screamed as her loins exploded in ecstasy and her cunt gushed a thin stream of cum-juice into the millionaire's wantonly sucking mouth. "Lick ... LICK MEEEEEEEE!"
For a long time her perspiration-soaked body lay trembling, spasming, and totally exhausted.
She felt as if she could sleep for a month, but then she heard Stanley Bibbs say, "Now let's screw."
"Yeah," Ward added. "I'm still horny."
"I can't," Angie Smart protested. "I can't ... let me rest a little while ... please!"
"Everyone knows that pussies don't wear out," Burt said, his eyes gleaming with renewed lust. His sated penis was already becoming rigidly erect again. Angie suddenly saw three thick cocks all moving toward her, pearl-like drops of pre-seminal fluid glistening on the bloated glans of each one. She looked pleadingly to Suzie, but the Eurasian girl only shrugged, silently, letting the divorcee know she'd gotten herself into this situation and now would have to get out on her own.
Angie's mind spun. She had no aversion now to more sex, but was just too tired! If only they would give her some rest. Then an idea flashed into her mind, a lewd but practical solution to her present predicament.
"Give me a little time ... and I'll get another girl to come over here. We can do it all together." Slyly she winked. "After all, there are only two of us girls and three men now."
"A whore?" Stanley Bibbs inquired, an interested sparkle in his brown eyes.
"She's no whore ... but she loves to fuck. Let me use the phone."
There was one by the bed and she dialed her home number. Irene McCoy answered on the second ring and Angie Smart asked, "Have those boys gone yet?"
"They left after they had all the pussy they could handle. You should have stuck around. We had one hell of a good time. I'll say one thing young guys sure can fuck!"
"Are you all right? How do you feel?"
"Beautiful but horny ... you know me," the redhead replied, "never satisfied with just five males."
"Want to come over to a party right now?"
"Party? This time of day? What kind of party?"
"A fucking party," Angie whispered, adding where she was and who was there. "I've had so much cock I can't walk straight."
"Fifteen minutes," Irene replied and hung up.
"She'll be here in a quarter of an hour ... now for God's sake, at least let me rest that long!"
"Oh, wow!" young Ward said. "Let's all have a drink while we're waiting!" Irene, her normally pale complexion fairly glowing and her copper-hued hair a tousled mass of disarray, arrived at the mansion to find them all naked in the baronial living room drinking vodka and orange juice. After an initial shock of seeing such blatant sexuality in such a regal setting, the worldly woman quickly regained her composure enough to smile at everyone gathered together on the thick carpet.
"Hi," Angie said with a conspiratorial wink as she made the necessary introductions. "That big silver jug on the table is full of ice cold screwdrivers, so join the party."
"I feel overdressed," the long-limbed redhead said. She whipped off her short dress and brassiere and then bent over to slide her flimsy silk lace panties down her smoothly tapering legs. She filled a tall glass with the refreshing drink and sat between Angie and Ward on the over length sofa, boldly reaching to measure the size of the boy's penis with her lewdly clutching fingers. She grinned at him and said, "I'm looking forward to this!"
"You'll get it," he promised, reaching to squeeze one of her fully rounded breasts. Beginning to feel the strong drink breaking down whatever inhibitions she had left, Angie said softly, "You're positively glowing ... radiant!"
"I never had five young boys so many ways ... and so often," Irene said with a suggestive grin. "You shouldn't have split ... but then again, until this moment, I never suspected you were into the kind of fun I like best. What happened to you, anyway?"
"Thank the boy whose penis you're holding for that!" Angie Smart said with a knowing smile. She was admiring Irene's milk-white body, and thought that the phone operator, even though she must be at least ten years older than herself, was even more beautiful ... and one thing Angie had never done was underestimate her own loveliness.
But Irene's breasts were bigger, without a trace of sag, her out-thrust nipples only faintly darker than her fair skin. Her supple belly was flat and smooth, her hips flaring, her shapely legs long and tapered. And her vagina seemed almost tiny, with only a sparse triangle of fire-red pubic hair setting it off from her unblemished thighs. Angie looked across the room and saw Suzie Wing's dark, almond-shaped eyes lustfully fastened on the beautiful newcomer, and she thought, Yes, I want her too!
Angie had no idea if Irene had ever had a lesbian experience. Outspoken as the redhead was about her flagrant sex life, she had never mentioned making it with a girl. Well, if she hadn't, today would be a good time for her to find out what it was all about, just as the dark-haired divorcee had learned what sex was all about during this incredible day.
All six of them trooped up the curving staircase to the mirrored bedroom. The huge bed was large enough to accommodate all of their naked bodies at once, but as they began to fondle each other indiscriminately, there was some confusion about who would or should couple with whom. Finally they decided to settle the matter impartially by dealing cards, and each would make their selection of a partner in descending order, according to the value of the card they received.
Suzie Wing won first choice with the ace of hearts and didn't hesitate a moment. She reached for and started to deeply kiss the startled redhead, but Irene protested, "I've never ... "
"I hadn't either until a few days ago," Angie said. "You'll like it ... go on ... we'd love to see you two together." Irene thought it over. The way Suzie had kissed her, and the way her deft fingers were now toying with her heaving breasts and then sliding down to caress the tender lips of her pussy was arousing. To refuse to play along would be chickening out.
"Well, I'll do it if you'll do what I want to see you do." The excited dark-haired woman thought she'd already done everything imaginable and quickly nodded her assent. Besides, she'd drawn the lowest of the six cards, meaning she would make the last choice, anyway.
"I want to see you in a sandwich ... with your pussy and your pretty ass filled with plenty of good solid cock. And maybe you'll think of something to do with your mouth, too!"
"Oh, my God!" Angie Smart whispered, flinching at the very thought of her body being used in such a totally debauched way. Yet, she had agreed to do what Irene directed, and the faces of the others told her they expected her to go through with her promise.
How could her slender young body ever take two swollen penises at the same time? She recalled the excruciating pain when Ward had first initiated her into the forbidden rite of sodomy ... and how good it had finally felt to have his cock thrusting deep in her clutching anus. But to have her vagina filled when her rectum was already stuffed full with an erected penis seemed to be a different matter altogether. Well, Irene claimed that she sandwiched herself often and loved every moment of it. The dark-haired divorcee decided she would just have to try. Abjectly, she whispered her acceptance.
With a wanton grin, Irene stretched out on the bed with Suzie Wing as the others watched, caressing each other's naked bodies. Suzie kissed Irene long and deeply, running the tip of her tongue around and around just inside the full sensuous lips of the voluptuous redhead. Her hands stroked the phone operator's milk-white flesh, cupping and squeezing Irene's high, wide-set breasts. For a long time, Irene lay almost motionless, but then her curvaceous body slowly began to undulate as the wetly seeking mouth kissed lower and lower along the smooth flat plane of her belly. The burnished-haired woman watched their obscenely entwined reflection in the mirrored ceiling and began to pant in arousal as Suzie's skillful fingers teased her feverish cunt, drawing the moistened cuntal folds open as she dropped her lovely Eurasian face closer and closer to the enticingly spread thighs that were so slavishly offered to her hungry hands and mouth.
Angie remembered when the dark-skinned woman had done the same things to her and knew exactly the rising desire the lovely redhead was experiencing as Suzie's flickering tongue began to lick into the redhead's dilating vagina, burrowing her probing member slowly up into the soft pink inner flesh of the other woman's torrid cuntal crevice. Irene, groaning with undisguised desire now, began to gently stroke Suzie's olive-hued flesh and finally reached her trembling fingers up to cup her dangling breasts. With a smile of triumph, Suzie glued her straining mouth all the harder to the seething vaginal furrow before her and sucked with renewed urgency.
"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Irene sighed and began to grind her expanding and contracting pussy hard into Suzie's delicately featured face. "Oooohhh! This is far out! Beautiful!" Slowly, with Oriental grace, Suzie slid around on the bed until their two female bodies were face to loins. Irene's nostrils flared as she scented the piquant fragrance of feminine arousal emanating from Suzie's excitedly quivering vagina. She reached to caress Suzie's richly rounded buttocks as her tongue circled her full, rich mouth in licentious expectation ... and suddenly, with a muffled moan of surrender and desire, Irene pulled the other girl close and began to eagerly kiss and lick her perfectly sculpted thighs.
Suzie quickly swung her leg up and straddled Irene's shouldered, lowering her aching cunt toward the beautiful, pale-skinned face whose passion-glazed features were bare inches from her fire-filled loins.
Angie avidly watched as Irene's mouth first hesitantly kissed the smooth cuntal furrow of the younger woman and then her tongue plunged up into its burning depths with sudden animalistic ferocity. In seconds, her long lingual member was slithering up and down the yielding length of Suzie's impatiently squirming pussy, and Irene's arms locked tight around the grinding buttocks of the younger woman and pulled her voracious loins against her own face, no longer caring about the ancient taboos forbidding lesbianism, just taking obscene delight in this titillating experience. Irene was going wild now, whimpering with blatant carnal desire as her long thin fingers delved up into the spreading crease of Suzie's quivering ass-cheeks.
The others in the room were silent, and only the liquid sound of frantic tongues licking throbbing vaginas filled the mirror-covered room. Angie rolled onto her side, and her arm brushed against a male leg. Her hand blindly sought and found an erect penis. She began to pump the lewdly distended cock-shaft, but her hand was pulled away.
"I want to watch you and Suzie," said Stanley Bibbs. "You'll get your turn with my prick later." Angie felt her pussy tingling with suppressed desire and wantonly wished there was some way she could join in this luridly exciting lesbian coupling. And then, when the two nakedly undulating women suddenly gasped aloud and cried out their simultaneous climax, their passion-contorted lips glistening with each other's cum-juice, the wide-eyed divorcee felt an orgasm sweep through her trembling loins, triggered by pure voyeuristic excitement at seeing two beautiful women cum against each other's working mouth. For long minutes, Irene and Suzie lay with sweat-slick thighs tight around each other's cum-drenched faces, and then finally parted their sated loins and sat up on the bed.
Irene, licking her lips, still savoring Suzie's piquant pussy fluids, smiled at Angie and said, "I've been missing a lot ... now you learn something new."
"Who wants to ... initiate me," Angie said, her voice trembling, as she looked expectantly at the son, father and grandfather. She hoped Ward would be one of the males involved because she was at ease with him, and it would make her ordeal a little easier. "You know I've never done this ... "
"I think I'll just watch and play with Suzie and Irene," said the bearded Stanley, an amused smile on his face. "I guess the younger members of the family should handle this operation."
"Then it's a father and son act," said Burt. "Ward, you've no doubt had Angie's asshole before. How about letting me in there?"
"Sure, Dad," the boy replied. From a dressing table, he got a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to his father. With a sigh of utter resignation, Angie got up on her knees and elbows and spread her unblemished ass-cheeks apart in lewd invitation. But Burt pulled her down beside him on the bed, saying, "You're not ready for that yet."
I don't think I'll ever be ready, Angie wanted to say, as the lean, hawk-faced man pressed his muscled body against hers. But then she felt the first stirrings of arousal in her loins as his groping fingers began to caress her out-thrust breasts and slither over her smooth body, gradually teasing across her satin-smooth buttocks. She felt the slick jelly being spread between her quivering ass-cheeks as a slick finger probed at the puckered hole of her anus, causing her to unconsciously grind her buttocks back against the invading digit in pure wanton desire.
"Aaaahhh...." she sighed in anticipation and found herself slowly parting her cream colored thighs to allow his exploring finger greater access to her tight anal channel. His stiffened middle finger pressed against the clenched ring of her sphincter muscle, and Angie gasped as it suddenly popped inside her narrow rectum. His working finger began to probe and stretch her anal passage, sinking deeper and deeper until it was buried to the hilt in her vulnerable rectum. An unbidden wave of animalistic lust swept over Angie's reeling brain, and she was suddenly eager to have, not just his thin finger, but the whole throbbing length of his blood-swollen cock filling her wriggling rectum. She knew there would be pain, but she wanted to be hurt by his stiffened penis, and the sight of the others watching it happen to her only heightened her already rampant lust. "Ooooohhh ... get in me!
Then she felt his finger slide out with a popping sound out of her nether passage, and the bloated head of Burt's distended cock pressing at her feverishly excited rectum. She could see the whole sordid spectacle unfolding before her in the full-length mirror. Angie grunted and thrust her slender buttocks back hard against his pressuring pelvis, and the thick mushroom-shaped glans burst through her anal opening like a hot knife through butter.
"Eeeeyyyaaahhh!" the lovely brunette cried out. She struggled to get back up on her hands and knees to ease the pain, but Burt held her firmly on her side. She felt his cock flex several times, stretching her tender rectal passage, and then his strong hands were tightly grasping her grinding hips, pulling her buttocks against his hairy loins.
Angie expected the big man to be gentle with her as Ward had been when he'd first entered her anus, but suddenly Burt savagely thrust his passion-swollen cudgel deep into her impaled rectum, his semen-laden balls bouncing loudly against her painfully stretched ass-cheeks. She felt the sensitive walls of her anal passage rolling in great waves ahead of his plundering piston of hot male flesh.
"AAAAAUUUGGGHH!!!" Angie screamed at the top of her lungs. She struggled to free herself of his viciously spearing penis, but he was holding her thrashing body to the bed with all his strength. She sobbed loudly and stinging tears of anguish poured from her deep blue eyes. It felt as if a huge burning bar of steel had been thrust up into her squirming body. "It's killing meeeee!"
"Lie still and relax a minute," he said. "Getting it that way is a lot easier than an inch at a time." Helplessly pinned down by his lust-swollen cock, Angie could only obey. She felt Burt slowly flex and unflex the full length of his flesh-rending male organ, and gradually her cock-contorted rectum became accustomed to his unnatural presence, and the pain diminished almost to nothing. He began to fuck slowly into her ravished anus and began to give her a masochistic sense of pleasure instead. With a backward thrust of her lewdly spread buttocks, she began to match his plunging rhythm as he withdrew all but the burgeoning head of his cock and then thrust the entire length of his rock-hard manhood up into her suddenly willing rectum again.
"Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhh! ... More!!" the lust-driven dark-haired woman began to chant as she furiously screwed her widely stretched anus up and down his drilling rod of male flesh. Reflected in the mirror, she could see his skewering penis boring in and out of her quivering ass-cheeks relentlessly at a maddening pace. "Ooooo ... Yessss! Give it to meeeee!"
"Ready for Ward now?" Burt grunted, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained lust. "I'm ready for ANYTHING!" Angie cried out, grinding her buttocks back against his jolting penis like a female dog in heat.
Burt rolled onto his back, pulling Angie on top of him so that her heaving breasts pointed up at the mirror-covered ceiling and her long legs splayed lewdly across his undulating loins. She had never even imagined herself ever getting into such a totally obscene position with a man, and the thought that she was actually participating in this lewd orgy drove her mad with pure animalistic desire. And then Ward's slender, muscular body was mounting her own, his erect penis probing at her flowering cuntal slit even as the jackhammering cock of his father continued to bore up into her fevered anus with unbelievable force.
"AAaaaauuggghh!" the long-haired divorcee cried out as she felt the hot, rubbery tip of the youth's swollen penis pressing apart her moistened pussy lips. It was terrible ... her writhing body was so stuffed with cock already that she didn't see how the straddling teenager could ever get into her empty pussy. Nevertheless, his passion-bloated phallus with his cum-laden balls swinging at its thickened base, forged relentlessly up into her resisting cuntal flesh. She whimpered, "It's impossible! You can't both fit in me at once!"
"We'll see about that, Miss Smart," and with those determined words, Ward Bibbs grabbed her lewdly parted legs and pushed them up over her struggling body until her knees pressed her jiggling breasts almost flat, exposing her seething genitals to his lust-filled eyes. His back arched as he lunged powerfully forward, and his rigid penis inexorably forced its way up into her cringing pussy. Angie moaned in abject agony as the boy continued to heartlessly penetrate her wildly writhing body without thought of the searing pain that was wracking her doubly impaled loins.
"Aaaauuuuuhhhh ... OOoohhh!" she groaned as she felt her two bodily passages, separated only by the thinnest of membranes, gradually being forced to expand as the teenager's thick rod of flesh slid deep up into her cock-stretched vagina. Deeper and deeper the boy bore up into her trembling belly until finally his balls smacked wetly against her wide open ass-cheeks.
Oh God, she moaned to herself, how did I ever let myself get into this position? Why did I ever agree to let these two males use my body this way?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angie lay between father and son, her soft feminine body hopelessly skewered by their two plundering cocks. Tears of anguish and humiliation welled up in her deep blue eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she felt the lust-swollen penis in her rectum jerk and then begin to move slowly in and out of her violated anus. The boy also began to undulate his adolescent pelvis, and the resultant agony in her loins was the most painful sensation she had ever endured or even imagined in her wildest fantasies.
Angie Smart ruefully admitted to herself that she had this obscene punishment coming. She'd done every lewd and wanton sexual act possible since meeting young Ward. She had seduced and let him fuck her on a moonlit beach, had sucked his cock, and allowed him to perform cunnilingus on her more than willing vagina. And she had finally yielded to sodomy, to say nothing of eagerly entering into a sordid lesbian act with Suzie Wing.
The two cocks were moving rhythmically in her sorely stretched pussy and rectum now, and though the pain was still intense, Angie could feel the first flickering sensations of masochistic pleasure with which she had become so familiar these last few weeks. Abruptly both males pulled their thick spears of hardened flesh almost out of her clasping pussy and clutching rectumand then in concert lunged their blood-engorged penises far up into her degraded body, buffeting Angie like a pliant mass of foam rubber between their thrusting loins.
Her long legs flailed the air and then wrapped tightly around Ward's humping back as their muscular bodies slapped wetly against her own sweating skin. Time after time Burt and his son rammed their lust-filled loins against the helpless dark-haired woman and suddenly Angie found her own body moving in lewd cadence to their rhythmical ravishment of her squirming body. She ground her ass-cheeks down hard onto the older man's sodomizing penis, and then her cunt seemed to engulf Ward's pistoning penis like the gulping mouth of a fish. The pain had vanished as suddenly as it had come, and Angie realized with a shiver of excitement that she never wanted this lewd triple coupling to end.
She knew now that she wanted to be used like a common streetwalker, that every act of debasement that she was forced to endure only excited the pent-up fires of passion that had lain dormant in her voluptuous body for years. Yet, rather than cringe from such a shocking revelation into her own character, the dark-haired divorcee decided that she had denied her own essential self for far too long. It was only her strict upbringing that made her recoil from the truth of her own nature, and Angie knew at long last that she was finally coming to grips with the basic biological drive for sexual release which she had suppressed for so long. For the first time in her life she felt truly free, and she was determined to enjoy any and everything these two males could do to her wildly writhing body.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced with every spine-shattering thrust of their combined cocks, the aroused nipples sending sparks of fire shooting through her heaving belly every time they came in contact with Ward's smooth chest.
"I told you it was the greatest," Irene said with a grin of lewd triumph. "Oh, yesssssss!" Angie moaned in mounting ecstasy, her sensuous lips pulled back across her white teeth in a wanton mask of animalistic pleasure. The two iron-hard cocks were plundering her soft flesh with increasing intensity now, driving deeper and deeper into her wildly fucking body as she chanted out her rising passion like a woman gone mad. Never had she imagined anything could be this erotically exciting as she cried, "Deeper fuck me harder!"
Suddenly her dually filled loins exploded with the unbelievable intensity of a mind obliterating orgasm. Hot cum gushed from her pussy to soak the teenage boy's bouncing testicles and ooze down over the plunging cock of his frantically fucking father.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Yeesssssssss! More!" she cried. "I want more!" While Angie was still moaning incoherently from the force of her tumultuous climax, Irene leaned over on the bed and said to Ward, "Can you raise up really high, arms straight out? Then we can all get in this act."
The boy didn't quite understand what the older woman meant, but took his weight onto his stiffened arms, lifting the upper part of his body away from Angie's sweating face. Without a moment's hesitation, Irene's smooth buttocks were in front of his eyes as she squatted over Angie's salivating mouth and pressed onto the dark-haired woman's lust contorted mouth. Shocked for just a second by the shuffling of bodies, Angie began to suck on the copper-fringed cuntal lips for all she was worth.
"Hey, Grandpop," Irene said as her pussy began to churn with passion from Angie's darting tongue, "Lie here in front of me!" Stanley Bibbs placed his loins directly under Irene's expectant face, his erected cock standing straight out from his hair-covered pelvis as Irene's skilled mouth quickly drew his blood-filled cock-shaft between her glistening lips. Her fire-tressed head began to bob frantically up and down, her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing as she feasted on his up-thrusting penis.
And then Suzie Wing quickly completed the obscenely entwined sextet by straddling the grandfather's bearded face and bringing her feverish pussy down onto his open mouth. The older man didn't hesitate a single moment; instead, he immediately began to lick and suck her proffered vagina with a dexterity borne of many years of experience with women from all over the world.
Wildly thrashing with their combined lust, stirred to savage heights of passion by staring at their flailing and spasming bodies in the mirrors, the three couples fucked on and on, seemingly without end. And then Angie, delirious with sensual pleasure, suddenly cried out as she felt both Ward and Burt's cocks jerking and swelling deep in her shuddering pussy and rectum.
"Fill me, fill me with your cum!" she screamed as suddenly both her anus and vagina were flooded with scalding semen from the two ferociously thrusting cocks that were slamming into her doubly impaled body.
"Oooooooohhhh!" Angie moaned in burning delight, her sound of carnal ecstasy muffled by Irene's convulsing cunt as it flowered open and spewed her pungent cum-juices into Angie's avidly sucking mouth.
Within seconds, Irene's own devouring lips were gulping madly to swallow Stanley's streaming sperm as it rushed into her gaping mouth. And Suzie Wing was grinding back and forth atop of the millionaire's bearded face as she coated his pressing lips with her own vaginal secretions.
Finally, the wild orgiastic rite having depleted them all, the six exhausted lovers fell into a deep sleep in a tangle of naked bodies.
It was hours later and getting dark when they stirred awake. It was Stanley Bibbs who spoke first.
"Angie, I'm afraid I'm taking the estate off the market."
"How come?" the still drowsy Angie said, her cum-coated body just beginning to sit up on the big bed. "Well, it was much too big with just Ward and myself living here. But now Burt's going to be working in this area, and that means Suzie will be here as well. And if you and Irene feel like living here, that should make a nice congenial household."
"That would be what I call living!" Angie exclaimed.
"Well, then let's live a little," Irene endorsed.
And they tumbled into each other's arms, seeking the same sexual release they had found only hours before.
It promised to be a long night, the first of many to follow.
