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Married . . .With Children	Part 5:  Back In The Saddle Again
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	Kelly clung carefully to her tree perch.  "This is SO stupid," 
she whispered.  "I can't believe I'm sitting in a tree with my little 
brother, waiting to videotape my Mom getting fucked by a stranger!"
	As he peered intently into their parents' darkened bedroom, Bud 
suddenly gestured to Kelly.  "Quiet!" he hissed excitedly.  "Mom's 
opening the bedroom door!"
	Kelly stared in and gasped at the sight.  The door of the bedroom 
framed a silhouette of her mother kissing passionately with a tall rugged 
man.  She saw Peg Bundy's hand reach out and flip on the bedroom light.  
As Kelly looked on curiously, her mouth dropped open: she recognized the 
man!  It was-
	"It's Jefferson!" whispered Bud. "Holy fuckin' shit!"
	Kelly, for once in her life, was silent with shock. She thought 
she'd seen it all (and then some), but here was her middle-aged Mom 
swapping spit with the next-door neighbor as he tried to prod Peg's 
tonsils with his tongue.  
	Her mother fell onto the bed panting, her blouse 
half-unbuttoned.   Jefferson pulled his polo shirt off over his head, 
revealing his tanned muscular torso.  He dropped to his knees, placed a 
hand on the inside of each of her Mom's thighs, and pulled down the 
zipper of her pants with his bare teeth!  Through the window pane, Kelly 
could hear Jefferson boldly say, "Peggy, I'm gonna fuck you like you 
ain't never been fucked before!"
	"Bud," Kelly said in a low voice, "you'd better be taping this!"  
She heard her brother grunt affirmatively as he peered through the 
viewfinder of the camera.  Kelly looked on intently as her mother and the 
handsome neighbor tore each others' clothes off . . .
---
	Jefferson pulled harder on the shanks of red hair grasped in his 
hands.  As he held the back of Peggy Bundy's head firmly, her soft wet 
mouth slurped greedily on his swollen prick.  Peg's stiff-nippled titties 
bounced against his thighs as she quickened her cock-sucking pace.  
Jefferson groaned as he looked down at the amazing view.  Peg's eyes were 
screwed tight while she bobbed her red lip-sticked mouth back and forth 
on his dork with lightning speed.  "Oh, Peggy!" he gasped out. "You give 
head so much better- mmph- than Marcy!"
	Peg couldn't hear Jefferson: she was too busy tasting the stiff 
meat snack in her oral cavity.  Her nostrils flared with her heavy 
breathing. Each of her hands was cupping one of Jefferson's buns as she 
tried vainly to stuff more hard cock into her mouth. Peggy's tongue and 
throat worked hard to milk juicy sex-sap from the furry balls bumping 
repeatedly into her chin.
	Jefferson felt liquid heat boiling in his testicles. He moaned 
gutturally. As sweat trickled down his chest, he clenched his butt 
muscles tight and started to blow his wad.  "It's a fucking gusher!" he 
proclaimed proudly.
	Peggy was in no position to argue - she was too busy trying to 
swallow the sudden surge of semen pumping into her mouth. Gagging, she 
tried to pull back but Jefferson selfishly hung on tight to the 
red-haired mother's skull. Pulse after pulse of sticky ejaculate squirted 
into her mouth, flooding it to the bursting point.  Opening her mouth to 
gasp for more air, thick gobs of saliva and cum spilled out onto her chin 
and breasts. 
	As he yelped with orgasmic pleasure, Jefferson's knees buckled 
and he clumsily sat on the floor. Peggy choked and gasped for air, her 
mouth and throat burning with the crude taste of Jefferson's sperm. For 
several moments, nothing was said as both of the horny fuckers caught 
their breath.  As Jefferson shook his head, he reached for his pants.
	"Where are you going?" demanded Peggy as she tried to wipe the 
white smears off her tits.
	Jefferson raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm done now-"
	"Oh no you aren't, you bastard!" said Peggy in a menacing, almost 
evil tone of voice. "We're just getting started!"
---
	Kelly watched, her small nipples hardening with desire as the 
carnal scene continued in front of her.  After gulping down her big 
mouthful of cum, Peggy Bundy had pushed Jefferson onto his back. Climbing 
on top of Jefferson, Kelly's mother had straddled the sex-for-money 
stud.  The two adults were now fucking their brains out: Peg was pounding 
up and down on Jefferson's impaling penis, her large round boobs bouncing 
with each stroke. The insatiable housewife's head lolled about as she 
groaned, causing her long red hair to whip like a comet's tail. Drool and 
dried cum coated Peggy's chin and chest.  For his part, Jefferson merely 
lay on the floor, grunting with pleasure as he held onto Peg's bucking 
broad hips.
	Kelly whispered to her brother Bud, "Shit, this is something 
else, huh Bud? Bud?"  She looked over when she heard no response.  Her 
eyes opened even wider with surprise:  Bud was masturbating furiously 
with his unbroken arm! In Kelly's excitement, she hadn't noticed Bud 
unzip his pants. She stared with disgust at the sight of her very own 
little brother flailing his curled fist on his- Wow!
	The blonde girl couldn't help looking: for such a small guy, her 
brother had a HUGE cock! Kelly blushed. Bud was hung better than just 
about any other man she'd seen!
	Bud was impervious to his sister's gaze: he was far too busy 
gaping into the viewfinder as he pulled his prong. His hand stroked back 
and forth.  "Uh- I think- uh," Bud managed to croak out, "I think they're 
gonna cum soon!"
	Kelly reluctantly took her eyes from the sight of the big bobbing 
prick next to her and looked into the bedroom window.
	She saw that her Mom had increased her pumping speed.  The 
helpless Jefferson hung on for dear life to the redhead's hips as his own 
ass bucked and bounced off the carpeted floor. "Oh God!" Kelly heard her 
Mom shout, "I'm almost there!"
---
	"Hang on, bitch!" Jefferson gasped, "I'm- I'M- CUMMING!"  In a 
fury, he clutched Peggy's hips and rammed harder and faster into her 
slippery wet vagina. Like a rocket blasting into space, a shot of 
cock-cream fired up his rod into Peg. Scrunching his eyes, he grimaced as 
wad after wad of cum tore almost painfully out of his dick.  Peggy 
grunted as she felt the hot tide of liquid fill her pussy. "I'M CUMMING 
TOO!" she yelled.
---
	Bud groaned. "So am I!" he whispered through his clenched teeth. 
With a spasm, his swollen cock-head spat out a lump of cum. The white 
slime splattered on Kelly's blue-jean clad thigh.
	"Hey!" hissed Kelly. "Fuck off!" She slapped at her brother as 
his arm pumped repeatedly. Spinning toward the bedroom window, more cum 
burst from his beating boner. Losing his foothold, Bud tottered on the 
branch.  He reached out with his semen-slicked hand and grabbed his 
sister's bare arm.  Shocked with the sudden wetness on her arm, she tried 
to push Bud away and lost her footing. "Oh shit!" she said as they both 
fell from the tree.
---
	Peggy rubbed the sweat from her eyes, then handed Jefferson his 
pants. "Hurry up and get your ass out of here!" she ordered. "My kids 
will be home soon!" Jefferson quickly pulled his clothes on.  As he 
quickly went to the bedroom door Peggy called after him, "Hey, Jefferson?"
	The dazed and sore stud looked back at her with glazed eyes. 
"Yeah?" he asked.
	"Thanks a lot," the flame-haired woman grinned.
	Jefferson shook his head. "No, ma'am," he mumbled. "Thank you, Peg!"
	Peggy slowly put her clothes on and tidied up.  As she looked out 
the bedroom window at the large tree in the back yard, she noticed some 
fresh streaks of white fluid dribbling down the glass. "Shit!" she 
exclaimed. "Not those damn starlings again!"

Married . . .With Children	Part 6:  A Good Show On TV
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	Al Bundy scratched at his nuts as he stared at Kelly and Bud. 
"What the hell's with you two kids?" he asked.  "How could anyone be so 
damn clumsy?"
	Sitting on the sofa beside him, Kelly rubbed at the bandage 
covering her broken nose like a huge gauze beak. She turned and glared at 
her brother Bud sitting in the armchair. "It's all Bud's fault!" she 
stammered angrily.  "If he hadn't hit me with his stupid-"
	"Bat!" interrupted Bud as he stared back at Kelly meaningfully.  
He held up his arm. "We were down at the park playing a ball game, and I- 
uh-"
	"Slipped with your bat, Bud?" Kelly finished, biting out each syllable.
	"Cut it out, you two!" ordered their father. "I'm tired of your 
bickering. Which reminds me: where's your mother?"
	Bud shrugged (ouch!). "When we came in the house from the, uh, 
ball game, she was out. I dunno where she is."
	"I'd like to know where she is too," said Kelly.  "Bud and I need 
to talk to her."
	Al snickered.  "Who knows? Maybe she's out grocery shopping."  
The three Bundy family members looked at each other, then burst into 
laughter.  Al then stood up. "When your Mom gets home," he said, "let her 
know I've gone in the car to the nudie bar to watch the peelers!"
	The two teenagers waited for their father to leave, then popped 
the video tape they'd made that afternoon into the VCR. "Let's hope this 
session turned out as good as the last one." said Kelly.
---
	At that moment, Peggy Bundy was pushing a shopping cart through 
the local food mart. Peg threw food randomly into the buggy as she 
stumbled in a semi-daze. What's wrong with me, she thought; I can't stop 
thinking about sex!  Ever since her marathon fuck with Jefferson several 
hours before, her pussy had been throbbing with desire.  Peggy frowned.  
She knew it had been a while since her last fuck, but even so, she should 
have "settled down" by now!  She was surprised that shopping (even just 
for groceries) hadn't taken her mind off her illicit sex fling.
	Peggy stopped in the vegetable section as something caught her 
eye.  She walked over to the bin and read the sign above.  Cucumbers, it 
said; half-price!  Peg reached out and grasped one of the long green 
veggies.  She hefted it in her hand. It felt so good: cool, crisp, and 
tasty.  You could do a lot of things with a cuke like this, she thought. 
Peggy put the ripe vegetable into her cart next to a large salami sausage.
---
	Jefferson picked up the receiver of his ringing phone. "Hello, 
this is the D'arcy residence," he answered.  Maybe it was Peggy phoning, 
he hoped; his cock was still turgid and horny from the afternoon rendezvous.
	A strangely-accented voice spoke. "Mr. D'Arcy? This is Dr. Wong," 
the caller said. "I have very, very bad news!"
	Dr. Wong, remembered Jefferson, was the herbalist from Chinatown. 
He wondered what the old fart was phoning him for. "Go on," he answered, 
rubbing his fingers against his inflated bulge.
	"Potion I give you today all wrong!" Wong said in his thick 
Chinese accent. "I got wrong mixture of ingredients in love potion!"
	Jefferson scratched his dick. "What do you mean? It worked great!"
	"Oh no!" yelled Wong. "You took potion?"
	"Yes," answered Jefferson in puzzlement. "Why?"
	Wong sounded very upset. "Potion not good for two hours like 
normal!" exclaimed Dr. Wong. "That love potion good for two weeks!"
--- 
	As the taxi droned through the streets, Peg pressed her hand 
between her thighs.  She looked at the taxi driver in front of her.  A 
thick layer of glass was between them to protect the driver from 
muggers.  The streets were busy and the driver seemed distracted.  Fuck 
it, she thought. 
	Peggy unzipped her tight polyester pants and pushed both them and 
her undies halfway down her thighs. Reaching into a grocery bag, she 
pulled out the cucumber. Watching the driver to make sure he wasn't 
catching on, Peg put the thick raw pickle next to her vaginal lips. She 
used both hands to carefully feed the long ridged cuke into her wet hot 
cunt. Biting her tongue, she slowly pushed a few inches of the cucumber 
in. "Mmm," she moaned.
	The taxi driver turned around. Luckily for Peg, he saw just her 
head and shoulders. "Hey lady," the cabbie said. "Relax! We is gonna be 
stuck in this traffic fer a while!"
	"Oh!"  Peggy Bundy grunted in a daze. "Oh!- Kay!"
---
	"Damn!" said Bud in amazement. He rewound the tape using his 
unbroken arm. "Let's watch that again!"
	Kelly grinned, her nose bandage making her look a bit like a 
witch. "With this tape," she smirked, "we'll be able to black-mail Mom 
into giving us money for a new car!"
	"Or to pay for my tuition!" laughed Bud.  As Bud rewound the 
video, Kelly sashayed into the kitchen, her buns wiggling nicely in a 
tight leather miniskirt she had changed into.
	"I'm thirsty," she said. Opening the fridge, Kelly looked inside. 
"Hey Bud!" Kelly called out. "Mom made grape kool-aid. You want some?"
---
	"There is no antidote!" Wong told Jefferson.
	Jefferson shrugged and laughed. "Oh well, Doc," the for-hire stud 
grinned, "I guess my wife Marcy will have to put up with me for a couple 
of weeks!"
	Wong snorted. "Make sure to destroy all potion. Otherwise sex 
drive go crazy for two full weeks!"
	"Take it easy," said Jefferson. Man oh man, he thought, Peggy's 
gonna be breaking down my door for more of my good stuff! "Don't worry, 
Doc, it's all used up-"
	Suddenly it hit him: what if Al drank some of the left-over 
kool-aid? I won't get a chance to pork Peggy again, the gigolo thought. 
"OH SHIT!" he shouted. Jefferson dropped the phone, grabbed his jacket 
and ran to the door. As he reached the door, it opened. In walked Marcy, 
his short domineering wife.
	"Where do you think you're going?" demanded Marcy. As Jefferson 
tried to think of an excuse, she pushed him toward the kitchen. "It's 
your turn to cook dinner tonight!" she scolded.
---
	Peggy paid the cabbie in cash, her face bearing a funny glazed 
smile. As the driver thumbed through the dollar bills, he watched Peg 
stagger toward the door of the house with her shopping bags. "Hey lady!" 
he yelled. "Are youse okay?"
	"Oh yes!" Peggy smirked at him. "I feel terrific!" After watching 
the taxi drive away, Peg unlocked the door and walked in. She saw Kelly 
and Bud watching a video on TV.  As she walked past them into the 
kitchen, she called over her shoulder, "I felt like getting some food 
into the house for a change."
	Putting the groceries away, she noticed it was strangely silent. 
Peggy looked into the living room.  Both teenagers were staring at her 
with mischievous grins as they sipped some kool-aid she'd made earlier in 
the day. "Kids? What's wrong?" Peg asked. Then she stepped into  living 
room and froze with shock at what she saw. On the TV screen, she saw a 
blurry video image of herself, buck-naked, bobbing her open mouth up and 
down on Jefferson's jutting prick!
	"You- you bastards!" the red-haired woman shouted.
	Bud grinned and hit the fast-forward with his good arm. "Wait," 
he said as he gulped more grape drink. "There's more to come!"  Peggy 
looked at the screen again.  She saw herself riding horsey-style on 
Jefferson as he lay on the floor, writhing in ecstasy.  Although the 
picture was fuzzy, there was no doubt as to whom was on the tape.
	"There's no use in getting mad," warned her daughter, a smirk 
half-hidden by the nose bandage.  Calmly sipping at her glass, she said, 
"We've hidden a copy, so you can keep this one as a souvenir!"
	Peggy started to cry. "You little shits!" she said to her teenage 
children. "Why did you do this? You wouldn't- no!"
	"What's that?" smiled Bud evilly. "Black-mail our own mother? Why 
as a matter of fact, yes we would!"
	"We're doing this for your own good, Mom," Kelly jumped in.  
"After all the complaining you've done about lack of sex, we're going to 
make sure you get all the sex you could ever want!"
	"Wha-what do you mean?" their mother stuttered as she wiped tears 
from her eyes.
	"Remember the little chat we told the escort service to give 
you?" replied Bud. "We asked them to let you know what being an escort 
was like."
	Peggy's face went red. Tears trickled down her face, splashing 
onto her impressive tits. "I can't ever work a job like that!" she wailed.
	"Yes, you can." Kelly took a swig of the purple drink in her 
hand. She felt flushed with the excitement of black-mailing her mother. 
"You can, and you will."
	Bud handed his mother a kleenix. It was strange, he thought; he 
should feel awful for making his mother cry, but instead he felt gleeful. 
With shock, he realized the sight of his Mom blubbering and crying away 
was arousing him: he could feel his penis starting to get hard! "It's 
simple," he explained. "You'll start working for them as soon as you 
can.  You'll split the money fifty-fifty with us, or we give the tape to 
Dad!"
	Kelly leaned forward excitedly. "It's a win-win situation!" she 
giggled. "You get lots of sex, we all get lots of money, and Daddy 
doesn't know anything!"
	Peg lost it. "You- you- I hate you both!" she screamed.  Peggy 
ran upstairs, crying and sniffling.  As she marched up the flight of 
stairs, Bud appreciatively watched his Mom's round hooters spring up and 
down. His cock stiffened still more.
	He turned to his sister. "I'm going upstairs to give Mom more 
instructions," he said to Kelly.  "Better hide the video."  He walked to 
the stairs and called over to his sister, "If Dad comes home, keep him busy."



Married . . .With Children	Part 7:  An Evening Well-Spent
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	Al Bundy stumbled out of the nudie bar toward his car. He belched 
loudly as he tried to fit his car keys into the door lock. With a loud 
barking sound, a beer fart ripped out of his shorts. "Whew!" he grimaced.
	Al somehow managed to get in the car and start it up.  As he 
whistled tunelessly, the drunken father weaved the old Dodge through the 
dark street lanes.
---
	After straightening his stiff hard-on, Bud walked into his 
mother's bedroom. He saw his tearful mother sitting on the bed as she 
sobbed. She turned and glared at him with her puffy red eyes.  "What do 
you want now?" she asked angrily.
	Bud gulped nervously.  For a second he almost turned and left, 
but then the thought dawned on him: he was in charge here! Bud closed the 
bedroom door and locked it. He looked his Mom in the eye. "Do you want 
Dad to see that video?" he asked his mother.
	Peg wiped at her face. "No, he'd want a divorce," she sniffed 
sadly. "I'll go to work tomorrow for that damn escort service!"
	"Good!" grinned Bud. He reached down and unzipped his trousers, 
letting them drop down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and walked 
toward his mother. Bud watched her jaw drop open as she saw his huge 
man-meat sprouting out from his curly pubic hairs. "And I'm gonna be your 
first customer!" he told his mother as he shoved his cock at her face.
---
	"Aw Marcy," Jefferson protested. "I have to go over and talk to 
the Bundys!"
	Marcy shook her head and handed Jefferson his kitchen apron.  
"Get cooking, lover boy!" she ordered. "I worked hard all day at the 
bank, and you're not leaving until I get a home-cooked meal!"
	"But Marcy-" Jefferson whined.
	Marcy put a forefinger on Jefferson's mouth to silence him.  "No 
buts," she told him. "Once we've had dinner, we'll go over and see the 
Bundys." She then looked down at his crotch. "Unless," she said to 
Jefferson, "I want to do something about that bulge in your pants first . 

Married . . .With Children	Part 9:  The Day's Efforts
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	Kelly cleaned off the now deserted table. As she picked up the 
dishes, she spied a bank note left by the two truckers. Wow, thought 
Kelly excitedly, it was a $20 bill!  As she looked at it, she found a 
note underneath.
	"I think you need my big tip!" the paper said. "If you want to 
make more $$, cum see me in the blue Ford outside! - Terry."
	Kelly started to crumple the note, glaring out the window. She 
saw the handsome man smiling at her from a blue truck outside. As she 
noticed his big toothy grin, the lusty blonde started to feel weak in her 
knees. Well, she thought, he was cute. No one else would know - and she 
could sure use more money!
	She quickly put the dishes away, then told her boss she was going 
for a smoke break.  After making sure no one was paying attention, Kelly 
quickly walked over to the cab of the truck. Terry opened the door. "Come 
on in!" he greeted her.
	Kelly climbed in and sat beside him. "Listen," she said urgently. 
"I've never done this for money-"
	"Oh, I believe you, babe," Terry grinned. He showed the horny 
girl five twenty-dollar bills, then said, "I just want some sucking and 
some fucking, nothing fancy."
	Kelly bit her lip. In the back of her mind, she knew some people 
would think it was immoral to swap money for sex, but her feverish sex 
drive had her pussy screaming for satisfaction. 
	She leaned over and kissed Terry warmly. "Uh- okay," she agreed 
hesitantly. Then as his long black fingers slowly pulled up the hem of 
her pink skirt, Kelly impulsively pushed her warm pink tongue into his 
wet mouth.
---
	"Bud Bundy?" the lab instructor asked. Bud shook his head: he'd 
been nodding asleep, dreaming of slipping his cock back into his mother's 
well-curved body. The instructor, Dimitri Panagopoulos, called his name 
again. Bud raised an arm.
	Panagopoulos motioned at him. "Mr. Bundy," the instructor said, 
"I found your answer to lab question four to be particularly innovative. 
Can you please explain it to the class?"
	"Uh, okay," Bud answered. He then started to haltingly explain 
his answer, but Panagopoulos interrupted. 
	"Mr. Bundy, the back of the class can't hear you," Panagopoulos 
said. "Can you please come to the front and start again."
	Bud rose from his chair and started to stroll up to the front of 
the room. With shame, he felt a huge erection tenting up the crotch of 
his pants. Oh shit, he thought, everyone's gonna see I've got a fucking 
hard-on!
	Gritting his teeth, Bud turned around and faced his classmates. 
Taking a deep breath, he began his explanation. As he talked he heard 
whispers start to spread through the classroom. Two attractive woman in 
the front row started giggling. One then pointed at him. Bud looked down 
at his crotch. Aw Christ, he swore to himself, I've got a big wet spot!
	Suddenly, Bud's head snapped up. "AGGH!" he cried out loudly, 
realizing he'd been sleeping and had just woken up from a dream. The rest 
of the students in his class turned and stared at him in puzzlement.
	"Mr. Bundy?" he heard the instructor ask. "Do you have something 
to say?"
	Shaking his very red face, Bud meekly said, "Uh, no."
---
	Al sat behind the store's counter watching Victoria help a 
customer.  It excited him to watch the lovely college student get down on 
her knees and slip shoes onto the feet of the potential buyers. At the 
moment Victoria was helping a pretty brunette try on several pairs of 
high heels. The middle-aged father gazed on as his assistant's hands 
carefully held the other woman's slim, sexy nyloned calf. His penis ached 
with frustration.
	Enough is enough, thought Al. Making sure no one could see what 
he was doing, he unzipped his pants and wrapped his fist tightly around 
his hard shlong. He then hammered up and down on his cock as he stared at 
the two beautiful woman only a dozen feet away.
	 Out of the corner of her eye, Victoria noticed Mr. Bundy's arm 
jerking slightly. It dawned on her what he was doing back there! What a 
disgusting pig, she thought. Well, she reasoned, if he's going to behave 
that way, I'm really going to make him suffer.
	Victoria shifted her position and deliberately allowed the split 
in her skirt to fall open, showing off most of her silky thigh. While 
helping the customer try on another pair of shoes, she noticed with some 
satisfaction that Al's arm was now moving faster.
---
	"Suck it more, Kelly!" howled Terry. "Fuck that feels good! I 
haven't had my cock in a woman's mouth in ages!""
	Kelly's slick lip-sticked mouth plunged up and down on the 
groaning man's big black boner.  Working on his prick with all her best 
effort, the blonde was putting everything she'd ever learned about 
fellatio into practice. As she gently kneaded and squeezed Terry's hairy 
nuts, she forced his hard penis deeper into her mouth and throat with 
each stroke of her head. Kelly's nostrils flared and she could smell the 
musky scent of his genitals. "Mmm- mmph- glurk!" she managed to grunt out 
between bobs of her head.
	Just then, Kurt popped his face through the cab's window and 
said, "Hey Terry-" He then stopped and stared at the sight of Kelly's 
cock-choked face, his own jaw hanging open. 
	Terry spoke first. "Kelly," he asked slowly, "can Kurt join us?"
	"No!" she said after an audible gulp. "Forget it: he's gross!"
	"Ohh, please!" whined the tubby Kurt. "Can't I at least watch?"
	"No!" Kelly stated firmly.
	Terry pulled a roll of bank notes from his shirt pocket. "If you 
let Kurt watch us fuck," he told Kelly, "I'll pay you an extra fifty 
bucks." 
	Kelly paused to think the offer over. As she did, Terry put his 
fingers on her wet pussy and started to touch her clit. "Well, okay," she 
agreed reluctantly.
	While Kurt climbed into the cab of the truck, Kelly put the stiff 
black penis back into her mouth and continued to suck on it. As she 
tasted the first drops of precum trickle from the cock, Kurt unzipped his 
jeans and began to masturbate while watching . . .
---
	After checking her make-up in her pocket mirror, Peggy Bundy 
knocked on the door. It opened to reveal an older, scholarly gentleman. 
"Hello," she greeted him warmly. "I'm Peggy from Susan's Escort Service. 
You wanted to purchase my, er, companionship?"
	Looking embarassed, he invited her in and sat in a chair. "I feel 
a little awkward," he explained. "My wife, God rest her soul, passed away 
a few years ago. I haven't had, well, any sex since then." He paused. "I 
hadn't even thought about sex, until today, that is," he then said.
	Peg took off her jacket, revealing a plain white blouse that did 
nothing to hide her large scrumptious melons. The older man's eyes 
widened as he took in the sight. She then kneeled in front of the seated 
man and slowly slipped her hands up his legs. "Really?" she purred. "What 
made you phone me up and ask for sex?" she asked, wetting her lips with 
her long tongue.
	The gentleman swallowed uncomfortably. "A young man in one of the 
college classes I teach was strutting around with a large erection in his 
pants," he explained. "I started to think about my youthful adventures, 
and well, I soon had an erection of my own."
	Peggy unzipped the man's pants, revealing a quickly swelling 
prick. As she lowered her open mouth toward the growing meat, the 
professor added, "I hope that  poor Mr. Bundy also gets some relief-"
	Peg froze. "Bundy?" she asked unbelievingly. "BUD Bundy?"
	"Why, yes," said the puzzled professor as he gently nudged the 
mother's head toward his turgid penis. "Do you know him?"
	Peggy reached out with her tongue and gave his erect penis a wet 
lick. "Er- why, yes, he's also a customer," she quickly lied.
	"Really?" said the professor.
	She unbuttoned her blouse. "Please," she smiled as she then 
slowly stroked his dong with her hand, "tell me more about this student .