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   RCL-228 Little Boys And Laura By Lydia Gray

   Chapter 1

   When Jack Norton climbed into bed, Laura moved over close to him and
reached out to take his limp prick in her hand affectionately.

   "Not tonight, Laura," Jack sighed, moving away.  "I had a bad day and
I'm really bushed.  Goodnight, dear."

   Laura was so mad she wanted to scream at her husband!  She wanted to dig
her fingernails into his useless, rubber like cock until he bled!  It was
the same damned thing night after night, month after month, year after
year!

   She dug her fingernails into her palm, took a deep breath to control her
temper, turned away, and whispered, "Good night."

   Within minutes, Jack was snoring.  Laura adjusted her pillow and changed
positions in her search for sweet Morpheus.  Her pussy itched, burned with
frustration and desire, but she forced herself not to think about her
physical being.  She turned again, desperately seeking sleep, but it
continued to elude her.

   Finally, Laura gave up and slipped out of bed.  She thought about
getting a robe out of the closet, but the house was warm and she didn't
want to wake Jack.  Somehow, walking naked through the house tonight seemed
terribly inappropriate!

   Closing the bedroom door, Laura walked into the bathroom and turned the
light on.  The first thing she saw was her naked body reflected in the full
length mirror.

   Laura stood appraising herself for a long moment.  At the age of
forty-two her body was well preserved.  She had never had to worry about
her weight.  Laura was as slender today as she had been in college.  She
was tall, almost too tall at five-nine, and her body was full without being
angular.

   Her breasts, which had always been her best feature, were full and
heavy. Laura studied them in the mirror.  They were perhaps sagging a
little now, but they were still proud spheres on her chest.  She reached up
and cupped her breasts in her hands to lift them and the contact reminded
her of the strong need in her body.

   How she needed a hard cock driving into her cunt!  How she would love to
have one in her mouth, sucking it for all she was worth!

   She shook her head and drove these thoughts from her mind and began
studying her face in the mirror.  The wrinkles in her forehead and the
tell-tale crow's feet around her eyes were where her age told the most.

   Laura Norton was an attractive woman.  In college she had often been
called a brunette Debby Reynolds and the resemblance was still evident. 
She wore her jet black hair shoulder length and it had retained its natural
silky softness over the years.

   Sighing, Laura walked into the living room and began searching for a
cigarette.  She found one in a crumpled pack on the end table and lighted
it.

   For some reason this thing with Jack had reached the crisis point
tonight.  They had been married for twenty-one years.  The first seven or
eight years had been a prolonged honeymoon.  At that point they had fallen
into a routine that made the next seven or eight years pleasant.

   The past seven years had been a living hell for Laura.  Jack had simply
lost interest in her sexually.  Or was it that he was indulging himself in
a series of affairs?  Laura often wondered about that.  Was he getting his
sex outside?  She had suspected a number of times that he was playing
around, but she had either forced that ugliness out of her mind or been
unable to find anything in the way of evidence.

   Laura wondered if she was oversexed.  Was it normal for a woman her age
to think about and yearn for sex so much?  The male sex organ was so much
on her mind she often caught herself studying mens' crotches as she walked
along the street!

   Her thoughts returned to her husband and her suspicion that he was
playing around.  She searched her brain for any new woman in his life. 
There was no one!  Except Candy Delany, the seventeen-year-old daughter of
their Mends, Mike and Mary Delany.  As a favor to Mike and Mary, Jack had
hired Candy for the summer.  She had started out as a file clerk, but now
she was acting as Jack's secretary while Betty Morrow was on vacation.

   Laura had always thought it absurd to name anybody Candy, but she had to
admit that Candy Delany certainly lived up to her name.  She was a
gorgeous, auburn-haired girl with a luscious face and figure.  But Candy
was seventeen!  Much too young for Jack.  And there was no one else!

   She stopped her nervous pacing of the room and returned to the end table
to take the last cigarette from the pack and light it as she sat down on
the couch.

   Laura hated to face it, but it seemed obvious that she was simply no
longer desirable sexually.  What other explanation could there be?  How
unfair it was when her desires and needs were stronger than they had ever
been in her life!

   Maybe my new career will help turn me around, she said to herself. 
Laura had volunteered to help with the foster children program the year
before.  She had always wanted children, but Jack would have none of it,
not even when she suggested that they become foster parents.  Jack simply
didn't want children around the house.

   So Laura had volunteered to help in what they called the transition
stage when the children were between institutions and foster homes.  She
had worked hard and she initiated a program of taking a small group of
children home during the day to teach them the proper attitudes about
living in somebody else's home.  The program had ended last summer and
little had been said about Laura's contribution.  Then after several
sociologists had made surveys and analyzed the results it was learned that
the children Laura had worked with had an infinitely better rate of
adjustment in foster homes.

   Laura had been approached two weeks ago and offered a permanent position
with full salary.  She was to begin work the next day and she was both
excited and apprehensive about the prospects.  Maybe it will take my mind
off the seemingly constant crisis I'm faced with, she thought.

   Just the thought of her crisis brought her mind back to her body.  She
reached over to stub the cigarette out and accidentally brushed her arm
against her breast.  The contact of her flesh against her sensitive nipple
sparked the banked coals between her legs.

   What she wouldn't give for a nice, hard prick!  She dosed her eyes for a
moment and let her imagination fix on a male penis.  She could see the
shaft gracefully curving upward toward the swollen pink head.  She could
see the blue veins pumping their hardness through the gorgeous organ, the
hairy balls hanging beneath a tear of lust forming in the eye at the tip.

   Laura opened her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to cast off these
erotic longings.  Her eyes carefully swept the room and the hall.  Her ears
listened to the night sounds of the house.  After a moment she heard the
rhythmic cadence of her husband's snoring in the bedroom.

   Jack is still asleep, she told herself with a sigh of relief.  The itch
between her legs had become a desperate burning now and Laura reached down
to touch her heavily matted pussy.

   The contact of her finger on her sex sent a shock wave of desire
coursing through her body.  She shook her head telling herself over and
over--not again!  but all the time her finger worked its way through her
pubic hair and into her slit.

   Why not?  she asked herself.

   Laura spread her legs wide apart and slid her fingers into her already
moist slit.  She began rubbing up and down the length of her crack and then
began caressing her erect and quivering clitoris.

   "OOoooohhh!" she moaned as she began masturbating in earnest.

   Chapter 2

   Laura was surprised to find that only three of the people she had worked
with the year before were still on the staff.  Carl Mersh, the director,
and two secretaries were the only familiar faces.  The rest were all new,
mostly young men with shaggy hair and beards and girls with frizzled
hairdos.

   "Your in-home, daytime training," Carl Mersh told Laura, "seemed to work
miracles from the standpoint of stabilization.  We've had very few
complaints from the foster parents where your children were placed."

   "As I told you, Carl," Laura said with a smile, "I didn't do anything
special."

   "Nevertheless, Laura, what you did worked.  And that's what we have in
mind now.  I gather that you had no structured situation when you took the
children home?"

   "None whatsoever," Laura laughed.  "Sometimes we'd work on table
manners, how to use the fork and knife and ask for things politely.  I made
a game of it.  Then other times we'd go swimming in our pool and talk about
how it was just as difficult for the foster parents as it was for the
children in a new situation.  Other times I'd work on neatness, teaching
them how to keep their bedroom and how to treat a bathroom.  Oh, and I
often harped on taking care of clothes."

   "That's a good point," Carl remarked.  "Often orphan children have
nothing of their own.  Then, when they acquire possessions like clothes,
they lack the appreciation necessary to take care of them."

   "That what I thought," Laura said.

   "Well, Laura, I want you to do exactly what you did last year," Carl
commented, standing up to indicate that their interview was coming to a
close.  "I'm afraid to have you structure it because it may lose its value,
but I would like you to start keeping notes on what you do."

   "Should I keep notes on the individual children as well?" she asked.

   "I think that might be helpful," Carl agreed.  "We can add your notes to
the child's file.  Nothing detailed.  The psychologist will take care of
that.  Just your own brief impressions.  Now, you've met the new members of
the staff?"

   "That's what I did all morning," Laura replied.

   "Good.  And you've seen the children on hand at present?"

   "Barely.  Mister McGrudder took me through and told me a little about
each of them."

   "Well, that should be enough for today.  Tomorrow, Laura, you may begin
your special program.  I'll have McGrudder pick out several of the children
who are about to be placed.  Now I have a busy schedule this afternoon, so
why don't you call it a day and we'll see each other in the morning?"

   "Fine," Laura said, accepting the older man's hand.

   It was just after three when Laura climbed into her car.  She was quite
pleased at how the day had gone, and quite relieved that they hadn't
expected something from her that she might not be capable of doing.  In
fact, Laura was very happy.

   She decided to drive downtown and drop in on Jack at his office.  She
hadn't done that in years!  And his office wasn't far from the facility.

   It was warm, one of those sunny Sacramento days that served notice of
the sweltering heat to come in the summer months.  Laura closed the windows
of her two-year-old Mustang convertible and turned on the air conditioning.

   Laura was wondering where she should park near her husband's office on B
Street when she suddenly saw his green Skylark convertible emerge from the
underground parking in his building.  She was about to honk at him when she
noticed that Jack was not alone in the car.  The top was down on the Buick
and the soft auburn hair blowing in the breeze left no doubt in Laura's
mind about who was with her husband.

   It was Candy Delany!  They probably quit early and he's driving Candy
home, Laura told herself.  But why so early?  Jack almost never came home
until six.  Maybe they just finished early today.

   Laura was five cars behind Jack and was about to pull into the left turn
lane and turn on her blinkers at Fourteenth Street when she saw that the
Skylark was continuing on down B Street.

   Where in the devil are they going?  Laura wondered.  She hesitated for a
brief moment and then decided to follow.  Laura felt a little guilty as she
stayed behind the Buick.  She'd never done anything like this before!

   The green Buick convertible turned right on Larson Street and headed,
for the freeway.  Staying almost a mile behind with the car barely in
sight, Laura followed in her Mustang.

   It wasn't until Jack turned off the freeway and made a complicated
series of turns that led to an old highway along the river that Laura had
an inkling of where they might be going.

   The Nortons had an old cabin cruiser they kept docked at what had once
been a private camp on an inlet to the Sacramento River.  The club had
fallen on bad times and was now open to the public, but only a few
die-hards kept their boats there.  The monthly fees were cheap enough to
allow the Nortons to keep their old, thirty-two-foot cabin cruiser.

   They had bought the boat not long after they were married and they
struggled to keep up the payments for five years.  Laura had given up
suggesting that they sell it.  Although she seldom set foot on the boat,
Jack liked to use it occasionally for fishing.

   When the Buick turned onto the county road that wound up the inlet,
Laura was certain that they were headed for the boat!  She thought quickly
and continued along the river road and came into the camp the back way. 
That way her approach would be covered by a thick screen of brush that had
grown around the old club house that was now abandoned.

   Laura arrived in time to see the Buick pull into the trees along the
river and park.  Why didn't he park by the dock?  she asked herself.  The
place is deserted.  The answer hit her like a flash of lightning!  He
doesn't want to be seen!

   She watched her husband climb out of the car and walk around to open the
door for their friend's seventeen-year-old daughter.  "The bastard never
opens my door," Laura mumbled aloud while she watched them walk toward the
pier.

   Jack climbed aboard the old boat and offered his hand to help the pretty
young girl aboard.  Then they disappeared into the cabin.

   Laura was both angry and curious.  She opened the door of her Mustang as
quietly as she could and got out.  Not risking the sound of a door closing,
she left the Mustang door ajar and began walking very quietly toward the
boat.  Laura cautiously stayed behind the brush and trees as long as she
could to avoid being seen.

   She stood for a long moment at the end of the trees studying the
situation.  If she walked along the bank of the river, there was little
chance she could be seen from the boat.  And if she could crawl onto the
lower landing, she might be able to see through the porthole.

   Laura removed her shoes and stockings, cursing herself for wearing
pantyhose, and felt a little childish as she crept along the river bank,
crawled under the old pier and pulled herself up on the lower landing with
stealth.

   She could hear voices from inside the cabin as she crept quietly across
the landing to the moored boat.  Laura smiled to herself when she peered
into the porthole at the bow and realized that she was looking into the
tiny, cramped head.  It was empty.

   Laura moved down the side of the boat until she came to the porthole
over the two sleeping bunks.  When she raised on her toes to look inside,
Laura's hear almost stopped beating!

   Her husband and seventeen-year-old Candy Delany were in the cabin.  Both
were stark naked!  Jack was stretched out on his back on the bunk and Candy
was squatting over his face with her red-haired pussy pressed against his
mouth!

   The anger raging through Laura's system caused her to clench her fists
until her knuckles were white.  Jack had never eaten her pussy, never in
their twenty-one years of marriage!  Yet here he was licking Candy's cunt!

   And from the expression on the seventeen-year-old girl's face, Laura had
no doubt that Candy was enjoying every second of it!  The lids of the young
girl's eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open.

   "OOOooohhh, Jack!"

   The young girl's moan of pleasure was muffled by the closed porthole,
but Laura could hear her loud and clear!

   "Oh!  OH!  Oooh, Jack!  I love...  the way ...  you eat me!"

   Laura wished she had a gun.  She would have jumped on board and shot
both of them at that very instant!

   "Lick it, Jack!  Oh, yes, like that!  OOoooohhh!!"

   Laura raked her nails across her palm as she watched the pretty young
girl go through the throes of ecstasy.  Candy reached up and began
caressing her nipples as she ground her hips to mash her hot cunt against
Jack's mouth.

   "I want to come on your face, Jack darling.  Eat it.  Eat it! 
OOoooohhh!!  Now.  NOW!  I'm COMMIINNG!!"

   Laura's eyes were glued to the porthole and the sight inside the cabin.
She found herself actually living the sexual experience taking place
inside. When Candy cried out as her orgasm gripped her, Laura felt a
burning itch between her own legs.  Slowly, Candy pulled her crotch away
from Jack's loving mouth.  The seventeen-year-old girl lifted her leg over
Jack's body and gave Laura a close up of her gaping hole.  Then she
stretched out beside Jack on the small bunk and reached over to take his
long, hard prick in her hand.  Laura strained to listen as Candy spoke.

   "Oh, Jack darling," Candy said as she stroked his hard cock in her warm
hand, "you'll never know how much I love you.  This summer has been just
dynamite!  To think how stupid and naive I was when I met you!"

   "You've learned fast," Jack chuckled.

   "Only because you've taught me.  Honestly, I thought my cunt was to pee
with before I met your and whenever I'm with you, I'm so horny it's all I
can do to control myself!  Know what?"

   "What?" Jack asked.

   "At the office sometimes I get an overwhelming urge to walk into your
office, whip your great cock out of your pants and blow you right then and
there.  Honest!  What would others say?" she laughed.

   "I get the same feeling," Jack laughed.  "I see you swish that luscious
ass of yours as you walk and I want to walk up and grab you, lift your
skirt and fuck the hell out of you."

   "Why don't you do it!" she cried excitedly.  "When nobody is around, I
mean.  God, that would be dynamite!  Just thinking about it makes me hungry
for your delicious prick, darling."

   Laura watched the pretty young redhead pull herself up and lean down to
bring her mouth to Jack's crotch.  As Laura watched, Candy began licking
Jack's cock like it was made of peppermint.

   "Would Jack's cock like being sucked?" Candy asked as she teased the
stiff organ in her hand.  "I want to suck it until you're so hot you can't
stand it, darling.  Then I want you to get on top of me and fuck the hell
out of me.  Okay?"

   "Okay!" Jack groaned as she stroked his prick and teased it with her
warm, young tongue.

   The calves of Laura's legs began to ache as she remained on tiptoe
watching the erotic liaison inside the boat.  She saw Candy purse her lips
and slide them over the swollen head of Jack's penis.  Laura could almost
feel her husband's hardness crushing her lips.  How many times had she
sucked that same cock?

   Grudgingly, Laura had to admit that Candy was good at what she was
doing. She took Jack's cock very slowly into her throat and fondled his
balls in her hand at the same time.

   "AAAaaahhh!!  Candy!  That's good, so good!"

   The sound of her husband's voice broke through the erotic haze that had
enveloped Laura's mind.  He'd never told her that!  Yet she knew that she
was good because she'd made him pop his nuts in her throat so many times!

   Laura watched Candy's mouth begin moving faster and faster.  The pretty
young girl's lips seemed to caress every inch of Jack's shaft as she moved
her head up and down.

   Then Candy let his hard, quivering prick slide out of her mouth and she
began lashing the blood-engorged head with long, wet swipes of her pink
tongue.

   "Are you getting hot, Jack darling?" she asked teasingly.

   "You'd better believe it!" Jack moaned.

   "Good," the seventeen-year-old girl giggled.  "I want it so hot it's
ready to explode.  Then you can fuck me, darling!"

   Forming an "O" with her mouth once again, Candy slipped her lips around
the forty-three-year-old man's cock and drew it into her warm, wet oral
cavity.

   Laura could hear her heart beating in her temples as she watched through
the porthole!  She wanted to run in there and yank that teenage bitch away
from Jack's hard cock.  Jack's cock belonged to her, Laura Norton!

   Not hard like that it doesn't, Laura reminded herself with a tear
forming in her eye.  She hadn't seen it hard like that in months!

   "Jesus, Candy!" Jack Norton moaned.  "You've really got me turned on! 
Hey!  I'm trying to tell you that you're about to--OH!--make me COME!"

   "Then fuck me, darling!" Candy cried excitedly, jumping up and flinging
herself on her back on the other bunk.

   Jack followed her quickly and the shift in weight inside the cabin
caused the boat to rock in the water.  When the boat rocked, Laura lost her
balance and began to topple backwards.  She had to fling her arms out to
her sides to keep from falling down.

   When she finally managed to gain her balance, Laura breathed a sigh of
relief that she had avoided falling.  They surely would have heard the
noise inside the boat and discovered her here!  Laura frowned when she
glanced back at the boat and saw it rocking up and down in the water.

   Walking on tiptoes again, she moved once again to the side of the boat
and peered in through the porthole.  Candy was on her back and Jack was on
top of her.  Candy's long legs were wrapped around Jack's waist as he
pumped his long, hard prick into her hot young cunt.  Laura could see her
husband's prick sliding in and out of the seventeen-year-old girl's hole.
She could even see Candy's moisture glistening on Jack's cock as he fucked
her.

   Laura found the sight no longer exciting.  It was, in fact, now
depressing to her.  She lowered herself onto the platform again and started
to crawl under the pier.

   "Fuck them!" she said under her breath as she stood up straight and
walked directly back to where she had parked her Mustang.  Laura couldn't
bring herself to confront her husband with his young girl friend, but at
this point she didn't give a damn if they saw her!  And she knew that it
was very unlikely that they would see her with their current preoccupation.

   She felt both defeated and furious as she walked barefoot back to her
car.

   Laura didn't bother to put on either her shoes or her pantyhose.  She
climbed into the Mustang, slammed the door, started the engine and drove
back down the dirt road as fast as she could.

   The drive back to Sacramento gave Laura time to think.  Once she managed
to control her anger, she tried to consider everything logically.  From
what Candy had said, it seemed obvious that Jack had seduced her as a
virgin.  It was also obvious that they had been having sex regularly.  Jack
was teaching Candy sex!

   That thought made Laura's anger flash back.  He was so busy laying that
teenage bitch and teaching her how to suck cock and fuck that he didn't
have anything left for Laura at night!

   Yet their sexual problem had been going on longer than just a few
months. Had there been others?

   "The important thing," Laura said aloud to bring her mind back to a
logical track, "is, what in the hell am I going to do about it?"

   She knew that she could demand a divorce, but was that what she really
wanted?  Regardless of his infatuation with Candy's young body, Laura knew
that she still loved Jack.  She wasn't ready for anything as drastic as a
divorce--at least not yet!  "A smart man never tells everything he knows,"
Laura remembered her father telling her.  She decided that she wouldn't say
anything.  Not yet.  Not until she had carefully worked it out in her mind
and was absolutely certain what she wanted to do.

   Chapter 3

   That evening and the next were living hells for Laura Norton.  Jack
arrived home at a little after six and acted just as he acted any other
night.  He had his cocktail before dinner and chatted about things at the
office.  He listened with interest and questioned Laura about her new job.

   If she hadn't seen him with her own eyes, Laura would never have
believed that he'd been making love to the seventeen-year-old daughter of
their closest friends!

   Every time she wanted to scream at him and throw Candy in his face,
Laura dug her fingernails into her palms and forced herself to remain
silent.

   She was now certain that he had no idea that she had followed him to the
boat.  Jack Norton was playing the same game he had always played,
completely unaware that his wife knew what was going on.  And for now that
was the way Laura wanted it!  Her day would come.

   Laura explained that she was bringing some of the children home during
the day, just as she had the summer before.

   "That's a great idea," Jack said.  "I've been thinking about putting in
an extra hour at the office this summer.  It stays light so much later now
and I might be able to get enough work done so that we can take a vacation
later on."

   Laura's nails dug into her palms.  An extra hour fucking and sucking
your teenage Candy!  she thought to herself.  You bastard!

   "We haven't had a vacation in several years," Jack went on.  "Maybe we
can get away for a week or so in September."

   "That would be nice," Laura said in as even a voice as she could.

   "So maybe you could plan dinner for eight instead of seven every night,"
Jack suggested.

   "Okay," Laura agreed quietly.

   That night Laura watched television until she was certain that Jack was
asleep.  Only then did she trust herself to climb in bed beside him.

   The first three days Laura brought a mixed group of young boys and girls
home with her.  She worked hard on appearing to be relaxed and at ease as
she taught them how to get along in a strange house.  She found that her
patience with the young girls was marginal and Laura scolded herself for
letting thoughts of Candy interfere with her work.

   These particular girls were at that particularly difficult age of
fifteen, and from several remarks Laura overheard between the girls in the
bathroom, she gathered they were already sexually experienced.

   Too bad my husband isn't here to teach you, Laura thought to herself,
immediately regretting it.

   By the fourth morning Laura was concerned about the children she was
working with and expressed her anxiety to Carl Mersh.

   "Maybe things have changed in the past year, Carl," she said in his
office, "but the children I've been, working with bother me.  They don't
seem to give a damn.  It's as if all of this is a big game to them."

   "Didn't you find that last year, Laura?" Carl asked.

   "No, not at all," Laura replied immediately.  "But I was working with
younger children then.  Most of them were between nine and twelve...."

   "And hadn't yet formed their attitudes and behavioral patterns," Carl
sighed.  "I know.  And the foster homes know, too.  We're having more and
more trouble placing children who are over fourteen."

   "And while we're talking," Laura said, "I might as well tell you that
I'm sure that several of the fifteen-year-old girls are experienced
sexually."

   "I'd be surprised if they weren't, Laura," Carl laughed.  "Not that I
don't think it's a little premature, mind you.  It's just that with
everything else we have to do it's virtually impossible for us to regulate
their sex lives, too."

   "But ..."

   "And, I might add, recent studies show that incidence at that age isn't
all that uncommon or harmful.  I'm not condoning it, Laura," Carl added
with a sigh.  "I'm just being realistic and concentrating on what we can
do."

   "I see," Laura replied with a smile.  She knew how hard he worked and
she felt sorry for him.

   "The other point you made, about attitude," Carl continued, "is well
taken.  I've seen this myself.  I think that you're wasting your time on
those teenagers, Laura.  Their attitudes and behavioral patterns are
already well formed.  Where you were so effective was with younger
children, and that's where you should be concentrating your efforts.  I'll
speak to McGrudder."

   "Okay," Laura said.

   They talked for a while and then Carl excused himself when his phone
rang.

   Laura didn't see McGrudder until the next morning.

   "Hey, it's fine in theory what you and Mersh have in mind," the young
psychologist said, "and I agree one hundred per cent.  Our only problem is
that we're really short of young children at the moment.  We have two eight
year olds, but they're both in the infirmary.  I've lined up Joey Lind,
he's twelve, and Donnie Mason, he's ten, for you today..."

   The phone on McGrudder's desk rang and he spoke into it for several
minutes, then hung up with a sigh.

   "Strike Donnie Mason," McGrudder sighed.  "That was George at the dorm
and he put Donnie on report for refusing to make his bed this morning.  So
he's grounded today.  You'll have to make do with Joey, unless you can't
work in a one-on-one situation."

   "I don't mind that at all,'!  Laura responded sincerely.  "Last summer,
half of my sessions were what you call one-on-one.  Sometimes it's even
more effective."

   "In my line," McGrudder said, "I much prefer one-on-one to the group
session, but it isn't always practical.  If I ever get the time, I'd love
to monitor your work with the children.  The reports we gathered were truly
intriguing."

   "Thank you," Laura smiled.  "And I'd love to have you come along any
time."

   "If I ever get the time," McGrudder sighed.  "That's my cross in
life--no time for anything."

   Laura went to the files and removed the folder on Joey Lind to study it
before she took the child home.

   Joey had been born and raised in Marysville, a small mountain community
north of Sacramento.  His family had been average middle class.  He was an
only child and his parents had died several months ago in a tragic
automobile accident.  At the time of their death they were his only family
and Joey became a ward of the state.

   The reports on the boy were generally good.  He was attentive and seemed
eager to please.  He was a fair student at school, but seemed to lack
interest in studies.  While watching the Olympics on television, Joey had
expressed an interest in diving.  The case worker had noted this on his
record.  He was suspected of masturbating after the lights went off in the
dorm, but to date no evidence had been produced to substantiate this
suspicion.  During the last month he had taken an interest in girls.  Joey
was a light eater and had to be encouraged to finish his meals.

   Laura smiled to herself as she-replaced the file and started for the
dorm to pick up key.  The reports hadn't changed that much in the last
year, she told herself.  Still the same old bullshit on paper to justify a
job.

   Chapter 4

   Laura was pleased to see her home didn't overly impress twelve-year-old
Joey Lind.  Not that her house was that impressive.  She and Jack had
bought a small but attractive ranch house in a solid middle-class
neighborhood in suburban Sacramento some ten years before.  Although the
house had doubled in value in the last decade, so had everything else.

   The fact they had a swimming pool in the back yard didn't set the
Nortons apart from their neighbors.  Ten years ago it would have, but
lately a number of the houses in their area had added swimming pools.

   What so often concerned Laura was, while her home was terribly average
in today's world, it could appear to be a palace to an orphan of humble
origins.  And this in turn could serve to intimidate the child, which often
resulted in a nonproductive situation.

   Joey's background had been middle-class and he seemed to accept the
house readily.  When she opened the front door and they walked into the
living room, Joey remarked, "You have a nice house, Missus Norton."

   "Why, thank you, Joey.  But please call me Laura, okay?"

   Laura liked Joey the minute she met him.  He was slender, of medium
height, had an open, pleasant face and a ready smile.  His hair was pale
blond, cut short to give him a neat, clean look.  His eyes were light
blue.. Laura found them almost hypnotic if she stared into them for any
time.

   They talked and did things together all morning.  Laura taught the nice
young boy things without seeming to.  She noted quickly that Joey's manners
were excellent and Laura was a little disappointed to find that there was
actually very little that she could help the boy with.  He had obviously
been raised in a nice family and would have little, if any, trouble
adjusting to a foster home.

   Several times in the course of the morning Laura caught the boy staring
at her chest.  She smiled when she remembered that his report indicated a
new-found interest in the opposite sex.

   Laura prepared hot dogs for lunch.  This was something the children did
not get at the facility and almost always loved.  Joey was no exception. 
He ate two and then let her talk him into a third.

   After lunch, they sat outside by the pool and talked.  Laura asked the
cute young boy what he wanted to be when he grew up.

   "Gee, I guess I'm sort of grown-up now," Joey replied.  "I mean, with my
mother and father gone, I'm my own family."

   "Well, sure," Laura smiled, "but you'll still need help and guidance
from adults, Joey.  Have you thought about what kind of career you would
like?"

   "My dad was an electrician," Joey responded.  "He taught me some things
about electricity and I sort of thought I might do what he did."

   "Do you plan to study electricity in school?"

   "Yeah, as soon as they'll let me.  They say I can start as soon as I'm
in high school."

   "Are you reading books on electricity now?" Laura asked.

   "Well--no," the boy admitted.

   "You could, Joey," Laura suggested.  "You could take books on
electricity out of the library and start studying now."

   "They don't have any," Joey said.  "I looked."

   "That's great, Joey," Laura said.

   "What?" the boy asked in a confused voice.  He liked Laura.  She was
real nice and so easy to get along with.  She was also very pretty.  And
did she ever have a big set of tits!  But sometimes he couldn't understand
her.

   "That you've looked," Laura smiled.  "That shows that you're interested
and serious about wanting to learn.  Where did you look, in the library at
the facility?"

   "Well, you see the facility has a very limited budget for books, Joey.
So I'm not surprised that you didn't find anything on electricity.  The
place to go for that would be the public library.  There's a branch library
just a few blocks from here.  Would you like to go there?"

   "Gee, sure."

   Laura and the boy climbed into the Mustang and drove over to the branch
library.  She talked to the librarian and got Joey a temporary library
card. The librarian then suggested several books on basic electricity and
Joey chose one and checked it out.  He was obviously impressed with having
his own library card and he carefully put it in the thin wallet he carried.

   It was almost two o'clock when they arrived back at the house and the
afternoon sun was quickly turning the day into a scorcher.

   "I understand that you like to watch the diving on TV," Laura remarked
as she turned, the air conditioning on in the house.  "Do you like to swim,
Joey?"

   "I...  I don't know how," he admitted with a light blush.

   "Would you like to learn?" Laura asked.

   "Gee, sure!"

   "Well, why don't we go swimming?" Laura suggested.

   "Gee, great!  Oh!  I...  I didn't bring my suit," the boy said in a
dejected tone of voice.

   "Well, we won't let that stop us," Laura laughed.  "With that hedge and
those trees in our backyard, nobody can see in.  I often swim in the nude
myself."

   "Gee..."

   The twelve-year-old boy's cheeks flushed bright pink and Laura knew that
she was embarrassing the child.

   "I've seen plenty of boys, Joey," she smiled, "so it won't bother me. 
But if it bothers you, you can swim in your undershorts.  Come on, let's
get in the water and cool off.  Then, if you want, I'll teach you how to
swim."

   "Okay," the boy responded after a moment's hesitation.

   Laura told the boy to undress and leave his clothes in the kitchen and
she went back to the bedroom to change.  She undressed and tossed her
clothes on the bed.  Then she opened a drawer in the bureau and chose a
swim suit.

   She smiled to herself when she realized which suit she'd chosen.  It was
a string bikini, one Jack had bought her several years ago.  Laura had only
worn it once because it was so revealing she felt a little uncomfortable in
it.  She hesitated for a moment, thinking about putting it back and taking
another, then shrugged and slipped into the string bikini.

   "If he's just developed an interest in girls," Laura said softly to
herself as she hooked the bra behind her back "it won't hurt to give him a
little treat."

   Laura had to force back a smile when she saw the young boy's eyes widen
the minute she walked out by the pool.  His pale blue eyes were like
saucers as he stared at her chest.

   Twelve-year-old Joey Lind could hardly breathe!  His lungs cried for
air, but his throat was constricted.  Mrs.  Norton was wearing almost
nothing!  Her tits were sticking out like big balloons!  All that covered
them was two little triangles of white material at the very tips.

   Perspiration broke out on the boy's brow when he dropped his eyes to
that place between her legs, what the other boys called a girl's pussy. 
This, too, was covered with nothing more than a small triangle of white
cloth!  He could even see her black curly hairs escaping from the sides!

   There was a tension growing in the boy's groin and he was afraid to look
down to see if his prick was sticking out.  He was dressed in just his
underpants and she'd surely see it!

   "Come on, Joey," Laura laughed, "let's get in the water!"

   "But...  I don't know how to swim," the boy protested.

   "Welt, you can't learn if you don't get in the water," Laura chuckled.
"You're not afraid of the water, are you?"

   "No," the boy replied.

   "All right, then, let's start out down in the shallow end," Laura said.
She eased herself into the water.  "Gee, this feels great!  Climb down the
ladder, if you want."

   Laura caught herself looking at the young boy's crotch and quickly
turned her head away.  He had a hard-on!  His prick was bulging in his
undershorts!  She shouldn't have worn this suit.  Well, it was too late to
change now.

   Joey climbed down the ladder and eased himself into the water.  It was
nice and cool and felt good.

   "You can stand up here, can't you?" Laura asked.

   Joey placed his feet flat on the bottom of the pool and found that his
head and shoulders were above water.

   "Good.  Now the first thing to learn is bow to float, Joey."

   Laura explained how the human body would float naturally if it was
relaxed and then demonstrated the proper floating technique to the young
boy.  Placing her hand against the small of his back for support, she
patiently taught him how to assume the proper position and relax.

   After several failures as a result of panicking and tensing his body,
Joey learned how to float.  Laura was relieved to see that his hard-on had
disappeared while he concentrated on what she was teaching him.  To give
him confidence, Laura kept supporting his body with her hand against his
back.  Then, when he was perfectly relaxed and floating, she carefully
removed her hand and backed away.

   "See, you're floating, Joey," she remarked from across the pool.

   "Hey!  You're not holding me up!" the boy cried excitedly.

   "You don't need me now that you've learned," she laughed.

   Joey managed to remain afloat for a full minute after he learned that
Mrs.  Norton wasn't supporting him.

   Next she taught him how to hold onto a rung of the ladder and stretch
his body out and kick.  Laura explained that kicking provided at least
fifty per cent of the human being's propulsion in swimming and that kicking
properly made swimming easy and fun.

   Laura sat on the edge of the pool with her legs dangling in the water
and watched Joey practice kicking for ten minutes.  The boy was panting
when he pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool
next to her.

   "You're learning fast, Joey," she commented encouragingly.

   "Really?" the boy asked.

   "Sure.  I'll bet you can swim the next time."

   "Not today?"

   "Well, we can try if you want," Laura chuckled, "but aren't you tired?"

   "No," the boy replied quickly..  "I just have to catch my breath.  Teach
me, today, please!"

   "Well, maybe we could try the dog paddle," Laura said.  "Sure you're not
too tired?"

   "Okay, let's get in the water."

   Laura had the boy watch as she demonstrated how to dog paddle.  He tried
to copy her eagerly and started to go under.  Laura reached out quickly and
placed her hand on his tummy for support.

   "Don't move your arms so fast, Joey," she said, "and remember to keep
kicking."

   Joey heard what she said, but in his eagerness to learn he thrashed his
arms about.  His thrashing threw Laura off balance and her hand slipped
down his body.  Her fingers slid beneath the elastic waistband of his
undershorts and she suddenly found that she had his cock and balls in her
hand.

   The moment she touched his genitals, Joey's prick became as hard as a
rock.  Everything happened in what seemed like a fraction of a second. 
Laura knew that she should remove her hand from the child's crotch
immediately, but the months and years of frustration seemed to come
crashing down on her!

   She was holding a hard cock in her hand, and her entire body trembled
with excitement.  In that one instant Laura knew that she was going to
seduce the twelve-year-old boy.  She knew that it was wrong, but she didn't
give a damn!

   Laura also knew that she had to go easy with the child and not scare him
out of his wits.  She fondled his rockhard prick gently as he dropped his
feet to the bottom of the pool.

   "My, my, Joey," she said softly, "you are grown up!  That's a man's
prick you have.  And a nice one."

   Joey was so embarrassed he could have died!  The older woman was holding
his aching, throbbing prick in her hand and caressing it.

   "Really?" was all he could say.

   "Oh, yes, Joey," Laura said softly.  "You have a nice prick.  I'll bet
the girls love it."

   "Gee..."

   "Can I see it?" Laura asked, leading the embarrassed young boy to the
ladder.  "I'll take off my suit if you take off your shorts.  Would you
like to see me naked, Joey?"

   "I...  well...  well, gee ..." the boy mumbled.  Did she have any idea
how he ached to see a naked woman?  And with her body!?!

   "Come on," Laura said climbing out of the water and pulling the boy
after her, "let's go inside where nobody can see us."

   Laura moved quickly across the patio, dragging the boy behind her by the
hand.  She led him through the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom.

   "We'll dry each other off first," Laura said, handing the boy a towel.
"I'll take my suit off and you dry me."

   Chapter 5

   Laura carefully avoided the young boy's eyes as she reached behind her,
unsnapped the bra of her swimsuit and slipped it off her shoulders.  She
didn't have to watch his eyes.  She could feel them burning her flesh.

   Without hesitating, the forty-two-year-old woman untied the knot that
held the bottom part of her string bikini together and pulled the material
free of her wet skin to stand stark naked before the child.

   "Now dry me, Joey," she said with a smile.  "And rub me.  I love to be
rubbed dry."

   She turned her back to the boy and waited.

   Joey's heart was pounding in his ears as he stared at the older woman's
pretty naked body.  His eyes had feasted on her tits and her pointed
nipples..  Her breasts were so big and round!  And he had seen for the very
first time a woman's pussy when she pulled the bottom part of her suit off.
It was so hairy!  Her heavily matted black triangle between her legs seemed
burned into his brain.

   And now he was staring at her ass!  Joey thought that Mrs.  Norton was
the most beautiful woman in the world.  Her ass was so round and firm on
her slender body!

   She really wanted him to touch her, to dry her off with the towel she
had handed him!  His hands trembled with excitement as he stepped close to
her and brought the towel up to her back.

   "Um!  Joey, that feels good!" Laura said encouragingly as she felt the
boy begin rubbing her back and shoulders with the dry towel.  She had
chosen to let him dry her back first to get him used to touching her.  "Oh,
yes!  I love that!  Now dry my legs, Joey."

   The twelve-year-old boy bent down and began rubbing the towel over her
firm legs.  She had her feet slightly apart and he could see her black
pubic hair between her thighs.  His body was so excited his hands trembled.

   "Now dry my bottom, Joey," Laura said.  "Get the towel inside my crack.
OOOooh!  Yes, that's it!"

   When the boy followed her instructions and ran the towel up and down her
crack, Laura's body quaked with a building desire.

   The only thing that separated Joey's fingers from the flesh of her ass
was the damp towel and a fire swept through the boy's body.  She was so
pretty!

   Laura felt the tremor in the child's touch and knew that it was time to
turn around.  She turned slowly until she was facing the young boy.

   "Now dry my front, Joey," she said with a warm smile.

   Joey felt his cheeks flush as he reached up and brought the towel to her
shoulders.  He rubbed them with trembling hands until they were dry.

   "Now my tits, Joey," Laura said softly.  "Do you like my tits, Joey?"

   "Gee...  yes!" the boy gasped.

   "Then rub them.  I love to have them rubbed, dear."

   The boy's hands remained on her shoulders until Laura reached up and
gently guided them down to her chest.

   The twelve-year-old boy felt an ache in his groin when he felt the firm
flesh of her gorgeous tits beneath the towel.  He took a deep breath and
began rubbing them gently.

   "I can hardly feel that, Joey," Laura laughed.  "You won't hurt them. 
Rub them!  OH!  OOOooohhh!!  Yes, Joey, like that!"

   Joey moved the towel briskly over the firm mounds that stuck out from
the woman's chest.  He felt her nipples pop erect and bard beneath the
towel and her body seemed to quiver every time he touched them.  The
tension at his groin was almost unbearable!  His prick ached and felt like
it was going to rip his wet shorts!

   Laura closed her eyes for a moment and let her body ride on the
wondrously electric cloud the child had created when he caressed her
breasts.  She hadn't been this excited or felt this good in a long, long
time!  The forty-two-year old woman wanted to grab the twelve-year-old boy,
rip his shorts off and rape him, but she took a deep breath and imposed an
iron will on her body.  She couldn't take a chance on scaring the child
half out of his wits!

   "Oh, Joey, that feels so good!" she moaned.  "Now why don't you dry my
legs and pussy, darling?"

   Joey almost popped off in his shorts when he heard the pretty older
woman use that word!  She was the sexiest thing in the whole world!

   He brought the towel down to her tummy and rubbed her dry.  Then he ran
it up and down her firm legs.

   "Now my pussy, Joey," Laura gasped.  He was driving her crazy by rubbing
her everywhere but where she burned!  "And make me feel it."

   When the older woman parted her legs, Joey slowly brought the towel up
her thigh until he was touching the heavy mat of her pubic hair.  He passed
the towel gently over the dew covered garden.

   "Rub my pussy, Joey!" Laura moaned, barely able to control herself. 
"OOOooohhh!!  Yes, like that!  Oh, god yes!"

   Joey saw the woman's body shake when he firmly pressed the towel between
her legs and began rubbing briskly.  Even the muscles in her thighs and
tummy were quivering.

   "Does that...  does it feel good?" he asked, wondering if he was hurting
her.

   "Oh, Joey, it feels...  wonderful!" she gasped.

   It did!  Laura's clitoris was erect and protruding between the lips of
her cunt and each time the boy rubbed it with the towel she thought she was
going to lose her mind!

   "Is it dry now?" he asked.

   "Yes, darling," Laura sighed.  She could have let him rub there until
she exploded, but she had to play the game.  "Now it's my turn to dry you.
Take your shorts off, Joey."

   "Do...  do I have to?" the boy asked, his cheeks flushing.  She'd see
his hard-on!

   "Of course you do, Joey," Laura said.  "Here, I'll help you.."

   The forty-two-year-old woman slipped her fingers beneath the wet elastic
band of his undershorts and quickly jerked them down around his thighs.

   The boy's rigid penis jutted straight out from his crotch and it was all
Laura could do to keep from reaching out to take it in her loving hands. 
Instead, she reached for a fresh towel.

   "Now step out of them and turn around so I can dry your back," Laura
said softly.

   The boy did as he was told and Laura began rubbing his shoulders and
back briskly with the dry towel.

   "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked as she let her hands caress his
tender, young skin with the towel.

   "Yes," he replied honestly.

   Laura dried his legs quickly, then rubbed his precious little bottom
dry.

   "Now turn around," she said.

   The boy hesitantly turned slowly until he was facing her.  His prick was
still hard and at full attention and nothing he could do would will it
down.

   Laura began rubbing the child's shoulders and chest briskly, then dried
his tummy and ran the towel up and down his slender young legs.  She
dropped to her knees on the floor in front of the young boy to dry his
ankles and feet.

   Then, when she could stand it no longer, Laura reached up with the towel
and began caressing the child's quivering genitals.  She held his darling
hard prick in the towel and stroked it gently.

   "Oh, Joey," he said softly, "you have such a lovely prick!"

   Laura meant it.  The boy's penis was beautiful!  She allowed her hungry
eyes to feast on it.  The shaft was fairly long for such a young boy, at
least four inches, Laura thought.  It was slender and curved gracefully
upward to the swollen head that looked like a rosebud ready to bloom.  His
prick was as smooth as polished ivory.  Laura could see the blue veins, but
they remained beneath the surface.

   The twelve-year-old boy was afraid he'd pop off in the towel as she held
his prick and examined it affectionately.  Beneath her cradling hand, Joey
could see her big tits swaying on her chest as she knelt before him.

   Joey had only discovered the joys of his body in the last month and had
been playing with himself at least once a day since that delightful event,
but this was the first time anyone else had ever touched his prick.  And
the way she was doing it, rubbing it in the towel like that!

   "Your prick is so pretty I want to kiss it, Joey," Laura said.  "May I?"

   "I...  well...  gee..."

   Before the child could stutter his reply, Laura dropped the towel on the
bathroom floor, took his hard, trembling cock in her hand and brought the
swollen head to her lips.  She kissed it lovingly and then slipped her
tongue between her lips to start licking his shaft.

   The flavor of the young boy's fresh, virginal sex exploded on her taste
buds and made her entire body rage with lust!

   "I know it's naughty, Joey," Laura moaned, "but I just have to suck your
pretty cock!"

   Joey didn't know what to say when he saw the older woman purse her lips
and capture the aching head of his prick between them.  He saw her draw his
dick into her warm mouth and for a moment he was afraid that she was going
to bite him!  Instead, he felt her lips and tongue working on his root and
his young balls began to quake!

   Laura could feel the excitement surging through the young boy's virginal
body as she sucked his sweet little prick in her mouth!  It was so good! 
And what difference did it make if he was just a boy?  If Jack could play
around with young quail, why couldn't she?

   She ran her tongue round and round the child's delicious shaft inside
her mouth and felt her body shake with excitement as a churning began in
those darling little balls She held in the palm of her hand.

   Joey Lind was beside himself as he stood staring down at the pretty
woman taking his aching prick in and out of her mouth.  It felt so good! 
Better than anything he had ever done to himself had felt!

   The twelve-year-old boy was worried that his cock would explode in the
forty-two-year-old woman's mouth!  He could feel that familiar thrill in
his nuts and he knew that he was close.  She would get mad it he shot off
in her mouth, wouldn't she?  What could he say?  How could he tell her?

   "Hey!  OOOooohhh!!  Missus....  Laura," he gasped as she sucked and
sucked on his hot rod.  "I'm ...  I'm...."

   Laura knew that the child was close.  She could feel it in his balls and
in the trembling, quaking, surging prick she held in her mouth.  She wanted
to taste the child's virginal honey.  She wanted him to fill her mouth with
his sweet come!

   "Aaahhh!  OH!  OOOooohhh!!" the boy gasped when without warning his
prick exploded and began shooting its load in the older woman's wonderfully
exciting mouth.

   "UUUuuummm!" Laura moaned as she sucked and sucked on the boy's prick
while it kept splashing its warm juices into her throat.  The minute he
came, Laura experienced a small orgasm of her own--and that was the first
time anything like that had ever happened!

   She sucked and sucked until the juices stopped oozing from the small
slit at the tip of the child's still rigid penis.

   "Gee, Missus...  Laura...  I'm...  I'm sorry about ..." Joey began,
feeling a desperate need to apologize for shooting off in her mouth.

   "Oh, Joey!" Laura said, standing and hugging the boy's tender body
affectionately.  "That was wonderful!  I loved having you come in my mouth
like that, Joey."

   "You did?" the boy said.

   "Oh, yes!" Laura replied.  "Did you like it?"

   "Y ...  yes!" he sighed.

   "Your prick is so delicious!" Laura said as she took the child's hand
and began leading him into the bedroom; "I'd love to suck it every day like
that!"

   "You...  you would?" Joey asked.

   "Sure, if you like it," Laura said.

   "Gee, sure I liked it!" Joey responded.  She was serious.  She liked
doing that to him!

   Laura sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the boy down beside
her. She noted that his darling little prick was still as hard as a rock!
Were pulled the young boys like this?  Did they have perpetual hard-ons? 
Laura wondered.

   "Everybody likes to be sucked and eaten, Joey," Laura said softly,
reaching over to once again take the child's cute prick in her hand.  "I
love it myself."

   "But ...  but you don't have...  you don't have a PRICK," the boy
blurted out.

   "No, Joey, but a girl likes to have her boy lick her pussy."

   "Really?"

   "Didn't you know that?" Laura teased.

   "Would you like to do it to me, Joey?" Laura asked almost breathlessly.
She'd never had her cunt eaten in her entire life, but ever since she'd
seen the expression on Candy Delany's face she knew that she had to try it!

   "Well...  sure, but...  well, I don't know how," Joey said.

   "I'll teach you," Laura replied.

   The forty-two-year-old woman stretched out on her back on the bed and
spread her legs wide apart.  She told Joey to get between her legs and when
he was in position she reached down with the tips of her fingers and spread
the lips of her already moist cunt.

   Joey felt the ache in his groin again as he knelt between the older
woman's legs and stared into her open sex.  She bad pulled the heavy mat of
curly hair apart and he could see the lips of her vagina and even her hole!

   "Now just put your mouth on it, Joey, and lick it," Laura said with her
heart pounding in her throat as she watched the darling boy stare into her
pussy.

   Joey lowered his head and brought his face to her waiting crotch.  The
odor of her sex, a strong salty smell, waft to his innocent young nostrils
and made them flare wide open.  He liked the strong smell of her sex!

   Her heavy pubic hair tickled the child's nose as he brought his mouth to
her pink meat.  He kissed her with his lips and then began running his
tongue over her juicy cunt.

   "OOOooohhh!!  OH!  Yes, Joey!  That's it!" Laura gasped when she felt
his warm young tongue moving up and down her slit.

   Her pussy tasted almost as strong as it smelled, the boy found, but it
was an exciting flavor that made his balls twitch as he licked her wet
crack.  Even more thrilling was the way her body quaked and trembled with
every stroke of his tongue!

   "AAAaaahhh!  OH!  Joey!  There!  Right there!  Lick that part, darling!
OOOooohhh!!"

   How could she have done without this all of her life?  Laura wondered.
When the twelve-year-old boy's eager, probing tongue licked her quivering
clitoris, Laura thought she would faint with joy!

   She damned Jack for denying her this all of their married life! 
Particularly when he didn't seem to mind licking Candy's seventeen-year-old
pussy!

   Wave after wave of passion swept through the forty-two-year-old woman's
body as the innocent young child licked her cunt.  Her nipples burned like
coals on her breasts and she reached up to caress them as the tension
continued building in her body.

   Joey's tongue was getting tired, but he kept on licking the little
button nestled between the lips of the older woman's pussy because it was
giving her such pleasure.  She acted like she was going crazy!  Her hips
were grinding on the bed now and her thighs were shaking like hard Jello!

   "OH!  OH, JOEY!" Laura gasped.  "GOD...  THAT'S...  SO...  GOOD!  Now,
Joey, NOW!  AAAaaiiee!!"

   It felt like a bomb bad exploded inside Laura's body!  A tidal wave of
passion swept through her system and engulfed every facet of her being! 
Through misty eyes she watched the child's darling face grazing in her
garden..  She could see his pink tongue darting in and out of her nest and
her chest expanded with a throbbing love.

   "Oh, Joey," she sighed when her orgasmic quakes at last subsided, "that
was ...  wonderful!"

   "Did I do it right?" Joey wanted to know.

   "Joey, if you had done it any better, I would have died!" Laura sighed.
"You were perfect!"

   "Come up here and stretch out beside me, Joey dear," she sighed.

   Laura smiled when she saw the lovely boy's cute prick standing straight
out from his crotch.  She reached out and took it lovingly into her hand as
he laid down beside her.

   "We sure have fun together, don't we?" Laura sighed as she gently
stroked the boy's delightfully ever-ready penis.

   "Gee, yeah," Joey said.  "Can I ...  can I touch your...  your tits?" he
asked haltingly.

   "Why, of course, darling!" the forty-two-year-old woman smiled.

   Joey hesitantly reached out and placed his warm hand on Laura's closest
tit.

   "Play with my tit, Joey," she encouraged the child.  "I love that."

   Joey found her tits exciting!  He ran his fingers over and around the
firm mound on her chest and then touched her nipple.

   "OOOooohhh!!" she moaned.  "That feels good!"

   Laura gripped the boy's delightfully hard penis more firmly in her hand
and began stroking him faster.  She loved the feel of his probing hands on
her breasts!

   "Do you like my tits, Joey?"

   "Wow, yes!" Joey replied, running his fingers back and forth across her
now hard nipple.

   "I love the way you play with them, Joey."

   "Really?  Gee!"

   "Why don't you take my nipple in your mouth and suck it, dear?" she
suggested with a tremor running through her body.  It was incredible the
way this boy could turn her on almost immediately after he'd made her come!

   "Okay," Joey responded eagerly.  He pulled himself up and placed his
mouth over the pointed nipple of her right tit.

   "Yes, Joey, like that!  OOOooobhh!!  That's so goooooood!"

   The moment the innocent young boy sucked her hard nipple into his hot
little mouth, sparks began sweeping through the forty-two-year-old woman's
system and she felt her clitoris come alive and erect.

   "Nibble on it with your teeth, dear.  Gently!  OOOooohhh!!"

   Joey's body began quaking with excitement as the older woman's hand
pumped his already aching cock.  Sucking her tits was thrilling!  They were
so big and she squirmed so when he did it!

   "Are you hot, Joey?" Laura asked as she kept pumping the child's
throbbing shaft in her hand.  "Your prick feels thee and hard and hot."

   "Yes," the boy responded.

   "Do you know what would be fun, Joey?"

   "What?"

   "Would you like to put this nice hard prick inside my cunt?" Laura
asked.

   "Is that fun?" Joey asked innocently.

   "It's what they call fucking, Joey, and it's lots of fun," Laura said.
"I want you to fuck me, Joey."

   "Sure!" the boy responded quickly.  He'd heard the boys talk about
tucking.  "I don't know how to fuck, though."

   "I'll teach you, Joey.  Get on your knees between my legs, dear," Laura
said breathlessly.

   She watched the innocent child respond instantly.

   "Do you want me to lick your pussy again?" the boy asked as he stared
into her dark nest.

   "If you want," Laura moaned, "but only for a minute or two.  I want to
feel that cock...  OH!  OOOooohhh!!  Joey!  I ...  I can't take much of
that, dear!  Put your prick inside me now."

   The boy's tongue on her slit and against her clitoris made the banked
fires in the forty-two-year-old woman's body rage almost out of control. 
How she loved to feel his tongue on her clit!

   She lifted his darling face from her steaming crotch and had him crawl
forward.  Then she took his lovely bard prick in her hand and gently guided
him down to her pussy.

   "Let's put it in my hole, dear.  OH!  God, that feels good!"

   Joey watched the older woman rub his prick up and down the length of her
wet slit and he agreed that if felt super!  Then she brought the bead of
his cock to her hole and wormed it inside her hot cunt.  That felt even
better.  It was like having it in her wonderful mouth!

   "Shove it up me, Joey!" she gasped.  "Push it IN!"

   Joey wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.  He leaned down and felt
his prick worm its way deeper into the woman's hot hole.

   "Shove it up me!" she cried.

   The twelve-year-old boy pressed down with his hips and felt his prick
disappear into her warm body.

   "OOOooohhh!!" Laura gasped when the child sent his hard prick as far
into her vagina as it would go.  How she had yearned to have her cunt
filled with a hard cock!  The walls of her vagina gripped the intruder and
held it warmly.

   "Do you like this, Joey?" Laura asked.

   "Wow, yes!"

   "It feels so good!" Laura moaned.  "Fuck me, Joey dear.  Fuck me!  Move
your prick in and out of my cunt."

   Joey obeyed and used his hips hesitantly.

   "No, not all the way out, darling!" Laura gasped.  "Just almost out. 
Yes, like that!  Now shove it back in!  OOOooohhh!!  That's fucking,
darling!"

   Joey caught on quickly and began thrusting his hips up and down to run
his hard, throbbing shaft in and out of the woman's hot hole.  It felt so
good!  Her hole was nice and tight and even more fun than her mouth had
been!  And the way she squirmed beneath him as he shoved his prick to her
thrilled him.

   Laura threw her legs around the young boy's waist and locked her ankles
behind his thrusting hips as she rode his darling cock.  This was what her
body had yearned for, demanded!  And how she loved to feel his young balls
slapping against her tail as he fucked her!

   More confident of himself now, Joey reached out and placed his hands on
the pretty woman's firm tits.  He began playing with her hard nipples as he
rammed his cock as deep into her fantastically hot body as he could.

   "Fuck me, Joey!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!"

   The young boy could feel his balls contracting and churning.  He loved
the way she said those words.  They were so exciting to his young ears! 
And he loved the way her cunt seemed to hold on to and milk his lunging
prick as he fucked her!

   "Hurry, Joey darling!  Hurry!  I want to feel your come inside me! 
Please!  Please hurry.  Fuck me.  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!"

   Laura was riding one of the highest clouds she'd ever been on.  The
boy's marvelously hard prick was raging in and out of her vagina and his
tender young balls were slapping loudly against her ass.  How she loved
this!

   "I'm ...  I'm...  gonna..." Joey groaned.

   "FUCK ME!  Come inside me, Joey!  Fuck me."

   Laura reached around his back and grasped his darling young balls in her
hand and began fondling and pumping them.

   "Hey!  Oh, WOW!  I'm commiinng!!"

   "Fuck me, Joey!  FUCK MEEEEEeee!!"

   When the forty-two-year-old woman felt the twelve-year-old boy's cute
prick begin spurting inside her and his hot juices splashed into her womb,
her body was gripped in one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever
experienced!

   Spasm after spasm ripped through her flesh with earthquake force.  She
reached up and started pulling her hair as her head flailed back and forth
on the mattress.

   A dam that had been years in the building had suddenly burst inside
Laura Norton's body and she almost fainted with the joy it gave her.

   After what seemed like an eternity, Laura managed to pull herself back
to reality.  Joey was still on top of her and his darling prick was still
inside her.  Better yet, his cute cock was still as hard as a rock!

   "Was that fun, Joey?" she asked breathlessly as her lungs fought for
oxygen.

   "Gee, was it!" Joey exclaimed.  "Did I do it right?"

   "Oh, yes!  You did it perfectly.  Don't we have fun together, Joey
dear?"

   "Gee, yes!" Joey said eagerly.  "Can we...."

   "Can we what, dear?"

   "Can we do it again?" Joey asked.

   "Right now?" Laura chuckled.

   "Sure, if you want to," Joey replied.

   Laura could feel the hardness of the boy's cute cock inside her cunt and
knew that he was serious.  She'd never been fucked twice without at least a
brief intermission, but she was game!

   "Sure, Joey," she said.  "Give me a good fucking with that hard prick of
yours!"

   Chapter 6

   The next three days were a sexual paradise for the forty-two-year-old
woman and the twelve-year-old boy.  On one pretext or another, Laura
managed to bring Joey home alone each day.  From the moment they entered
Laura's house until they climbed back into her Mustang for the drive back
to the facility they were naked and doing things to each other.

   They went to the bathroom together, took showers together, and fucked
and sucked until they were both raw and chafed.  Never in her life had
Laura Norton felt so completely fulfilled and happy!  Even her husband
commented on it at dinner the fourth night.

   "Your job certainly seems to agree with you, Laura," Jack said.  "I
haven't seen you so happy in years."

   "I haven't been this happy in years, Jack," she replied, withholding the
guilty secret of why she was so happy.

   "You seem to have a glow," Jack added.  "It's good to see you like this
again..  Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you.  I have to go out of town
for a few days on business."

   "Oh?"

   "It's the Federated account," he added a little vaguely.

   For some reason, Laura knew that he was lying!  It was nothing she could
put her finger on, but she knew he was lying.

   "How long will you be gone?" she asked softly.

   "It's hard to say," he replied vaguely.  "Not more than a couple of
days. I thought that we'd leave Sunday evening."

   "We?  Jack, I can't possibly go now.  I have so much to do," Laura
protested.  "Maybe if I had more notice...."

   "I'm sorry, honey," Jack smiled.  "I didn't mean you and me.  I'm taking
Candy Delany along.  We're going to have to negotiate new contracts with
Federated, and I'll need her to take notes in the meeting and type the
contracts."

   "You're taking Candy Delany on a trip out of town?" Laura asked with
tight lips.

   "Betty Morrow is on vacation, Laura," Jack said.  "I'm sure Mike won't
mind letting Candy go."

   "You can't be serious!" Laura snapped, even though she knew he was. 
"You're going to take a seventeen-year-old girl on a business trip!"

   "For God's sake, Laura!" Jack snapped.  "It is a business trip!  It's
not as if we were lovers!"

   Laura's nails bit into her palms and it was all she could do to control
herself.  Not lovers!  Bullshit!!

   "And just how do you think that Candy's parents are going to react to
all of this?" Laura demanded.

   "Hopefully, a lot better and more realistically than you are!" Jack shot
back.

   "Get off of that, Jack!" Laura snapped in warning.  "You're not going to
use that old trick of making me look like the guilty one!  I'm not slipping
out of town with a teenage sex bomb--you are!"

   "Sex bomb?  Oh come on, Laura!" Jack said with a forced laugh.  "Candy
is the daughter of our best friends--"

   "I'm surprised you remembered that," Laura retorted with sarcasm
dripping from her voice.

   "--and my secretary," Jack continued.  "Honestly, Laura, I can't see why
you're making such an issue of this."

   "You can't?"

   "No, I can't!" Jack said with mounting anger.  Laura could tell from his
tone of voice that he was now beginning to see himself as the wronged.  How
could he?  He'd been balling the young girl every afternoon, but now he
could suddenly see himself as a paragon of virtue!

   "I think you've lost your mind, Jack," Laura said firmly.  "What's
happened to your common sense, your usual good judgment?"

   "What do you mean by that!" he snapped.

   "Don't try to tell me that you don't know what people are going to say
about you traveling around with a seventeen-year-old girl!"

   The expression in his eyes, flashing only briefly, told Laura that she
had touched a sensitive nerve, made a telling point.

   "People who think things like that have lousy, dirty minds!" he shot
back weakly.

   Laura had a flash of intuition.  Jack wanted to back down!  He knew that
what she was saying was right, and he really didn't want to go through with
this ridiculous scheme.  Yet she also knew that for some unknown reason he
couldn't back down, that he had to go through with it.  Why?

   "Jack," she said quietly, "you're making a big mistake and you know it."

   "That's your goddamned opinion!" he retorted in a flash of anger.

   "Yes, Jack, it is," Laura retorted.  "And nothing you can say will
change it.  You can hire a secretary up there, and one of those Kelly
girls. You don't have to take Candy and you know it."

   "Candy knows our business," Jack offered weakly.  "It would take a
strange girl a day or more just to understand what we're doing."

   "Bullshit!" Laura snapped.  She wanted to scream at him that a couple of
lays in a strange city with his seventeen-year-old mistress wasn't worth
having eyebrows raised everywhere, but she forced herself to curb her
tongue.

   "I've never seen you so damned unreasonable about anything, Laura! 
You're being a real bitch about this."

   "Not at all, Jack.  I'm being very reasonable and trying my best to make
you listen to reason.  You're the one who's being a stupid, obstinate
bastard about the whole thing!  You've got it in your stubborn mind that
you're going to take that young girl with you even if it destroys you.  You
don't care what it does to us, to your business, or anything."

   "I just can't understand why you're being so over dramatic and making
such an issue out of a couple of days business trip!"

   "Because you're acting like a schoolboy following his penis around
without using his brain!" Laura cried.

   "That does it!  That hacks it, Laura," Jack screamed.  "I don't have to
sit here listening to you when you're raving like a jealous maniac!"

   Jack walked quickly out the front door and slammed it behind him Laura
heard the engine of the Skylark in the driveway.

   This wasn't the first time in their marriage Jack had stormed out the
door, but it was the first time in a very long time.

   Laura was livid!  She was furious, both with him and with herself, and
she paced the living room like a tigress until her anger began to subside.

   After her daily adventures in paradise with twelve-year-old Joey, what
right did she have to be mad at Jack for his affair with seventeen-year-old
Candy Delany?  She wasn't mad at him about the affair.  It was taking Candy
on a trip, and doing it publicly, that infuriated her.  That was a
challenge to their marriage, an open challenge!

   Laura was willing to tolerate the affair.  After all, wasn't she having
one of her own?  But she wasn't flaunting it for the world to see, for
god's sake!  And she wasn't challenging their marriage with it!  She was
trying to be discreet and maintain at least some semblance of their
marriage.

   She stopped pacing long enough to find a cigarette and light it.  Why
did she have the feeling that Jack really didn't want to go through with
the trip?  Her intuition told her this and her intuition was seldom wrong!
Why?

   Laura, shook her head and sighed, then walked out and began cleaning up
the kitchen..  Something else her intuition told her was that Jack would
not back down on this.  He would take Candy on the trip.  They would fuck
themselves weary and then come home.  There was nothing Laura could do
about it.

   She turned out the lights in the kitchen and stood in the living room
for a while thinking.  The ball was in her hands now.  Jack had tossed it
to her with this trip.  Did she want to let this be the last straw that
broke up their marriage?

   For all of his thoughts, and as mad as she was at him right now, Laura
knew that she still loved Jack.  They had lived together twenty-one years
now, and she couldn't imagine a life that didn't include Jack.

   The thought crossed her mind that perhaps Jack was trying to force the
issue, that maybe he wanted to marry Candy and this was his way of forcing
her to ask him for a divorce.

   No, she decided, Jack might be going through his second childhood, but
be was smart enough to know that society would never accept him marrying a
seventeen-year-old girl, a girl young enough to be his daughter.  She could
just picture Mike Delany's reaction to that.  And even as angry as he had
been, Jack wasn't all that sure of himself.

   "Well, I'm sure as hell not going to make it easy for him!" Laura said
aloud as she went into the bedroom and picked up Jack's pajamas and pillow
and threw them out in the hall as she closed and locked the bedroom door.

   Chapter 7

   The weekend was strained between them.  Laura spoke to him, but only
when absolutely necessary.  Several times Jack was on the verge of pleading
with her to be reasonable, but somehow couldn't bring himself to do it.

   Laura did not pack for him, as she usually did when he went on a
business trip.  She didn't offer to drive him to the airport, or even say
goodbye when he left late Sunday afternoon.

   She was certain that he knew that this was a true crisis in their
marriage, but it was obvious he had no intention of dealing with it until
his return.  That was fine with Laura.  She wanted time to think everything
out herself.

   Early Monday morning at the facility, Laura received a blow.  Joey Lind
had been placed in a foster home!  His new foster parents were coming to
pick him up at ten o'clock.  Laura managed to have only ten minutes alone
with the boy before he left.  He was as crushed as she was, but he accepted
the situation.

   "One thing, Joey," Laura said, fighting back tears, "t he ...  well, the
things we did together--you must never tell anyone...."

   "I know," the boy said softly.

   "And you mustn't...  well, don't expect the same things from your new
foster mother."

   "I'm going to miss you terribly, Laura," Joey said.

   "I know, dear, and I'm going to miss you," Laura said, now regaining
control of herself.  "This had to happen sooner or later, I suppose.  And
you have your whole life in front of you, Joey.  I want you to study and
make something out of yourself.  You're a fine young man and you can have a
great future...."

   The sound of Carl Mersh's footsteps coming down the hall brought their
conversation to an end and they pressed hands in a final farewell.

   Laura's heart wasn't in it when she rounded up the three young boys and
an eleven-year-old girl to take home for a scheduled swimming class. 
Joey's placement had depressed her terribly.  She had been counting on
exciting hours with Joey to help take her mind off of her own problems.

   By the time she had the children in her car, Laura knew that she would
have her hands full today.  Her class was made up of ten-year-old Donnie
Mason, who was now off report and still sullen, Pete Carbon, a
twelve-year-old boy who had just arrived at the facility, eleven-year-old
Cindy Murphy, a red-haired pixie with a round, butterball figure who
giggled constantly, and Matt Harper.

   Matt Harper was eleven years old and as black as the ace of spades. 
Laura had never worked with black children before, but Carl Mersh asked her
to include Matt in at least one of her home sessions.  Matt had been $aced
in a black foster home a month ago and returned to the facility last week.

   McGrudder explained to Laura that the child had a white fixation.  He
did not like other blacks and would not associate with them if he could
avoid it.  When asked why he wanted to associate with whites and even be
placed in a white home, Matt responded, "Because that's where it's at!  The
whites have it all locked up."

   The director asked Laura to observe Matt with the white children and in
her white home and report back if she felt a placement in a white home
might work.

   When they arrived at Laura's house, the children were well behaved. 
Donnie Mason seemed to lose some of his sullenness, but remained a little
withdrawn from the group.  Laura decided he was basically a shy, reserved
boy.  He was of average height for his age and wore glasses.  His face was
covered with freckles and his body was round and pleasingly plump.  Donnie
seemed to get along well with Matt and Pete, but he made it plain that he
didn't care much for Cindy Murphy.

   Laura felt sorry for Cindy.  The young girl was so round and plump she
had all of the sex appeal of a beach ball.  Her hair was straggly and her
teeth were crooked.  Cindy was obviously in that awkward, pre-puberty stage
that all young girls suffer through.  She had a high, somewhat shrill voice
and her incessant giggling grated on everybody's nerves.

   Cindy was also quite obviously interested in boys and desperate because
they wouldn't have anything to do with her.

   Pete Carlson was so average he made Laura smile.  He was short and
stocky, but very solid.  His face was pleasant and he wore an open
expression that was inviting.

   Matt Harper surprised Laura.  If she hadn't known that he was eleven,
she would have guessed him to be fourteen or fifteen.  He was tall and
lanky, yet his every movement was graceful.  His skin was the color of
polished ebony and his pink lips and sparkling white teeth gleamed like
beacons on his face.  The whites of his eyes were like two flashlights
blinking in an indigo night and his black, kinky hair was like a short mop
pasted on his head.

   Laura noted immediately that Matt was quiet and unassuming in her home.
She saw him watching the other children carefully, as if he was studying
what they did so that he wouldn't make a mistake.  Even though he said very
little in the living room, he gave Laura the impression of one being very
eager to please.

   After they had relaxed in the living room and chatted for a while, Laura
told the children to change into their swim suits.  She chose a
conservative, one-piece suit for herself and changed in the bedroom.

   The swimming class was a frantic session for Laura.  Peter Carlson swore
that he knew how to swim and promptly almost drowned.  Donnie Mason tried
to hide a deadly fear of water and became a brick the moment he was
immersed.  Cindy Murphy was a near disaster.  She had absolutely no fear of
the water, but her ability to learn anything Laura tried to show her was
nil.  The plump young girl also displayed an amazing lack of common sense.
She continually jumped into water that was above her head and thrashed
about until Laura would rescue her.

   Mitt Harper was the most cooperative and the most eager to please, but
it was obvious the black child was afraid of the water.  He learned to
float only after Laura supported him with her hand against his back for
over fifteen minutes.

   Laura fixed hot dogs for lunch and when she sat down with the children
to eat she realized she was exhausted!  The muscles in her body spanned and
ached.

   Politely, the other children limited themselves to two hot dogs each,
but Cindy Murphy had no reluctance to ask for a third.  No wonder the child
was so plump!

   Laura could see that Matt was still hungry and she insisted that he have
a third hot dog with Cindy.

   "It's polite to keep her company, Matt," she chuckled, "unless you just
can't eat any more at all."

   "Yes, ma'am," Matt said politely as he joined Cindy on the trip to the
kitchen.

   Laura smiled to herself when the boy came back with another hot dog and
his plate was heaped high with potato chips.

   After lunch Laura took the children through the house, making helpful
suggestions about living in other people's homes.  It was interesting to
watch the children and their reactions.  Cindy Murphy might as well have
been in another world for all of the attention she paid to what Laura said.
Cindy actually brought up the end of the procession, making no attempt to
even appear interested:

   Donnie Mason seemed to withdraw into his sullen attitude again.  Peter
Carlson, on the other hand, exhibited an interest in much of what Laura
told them and even asked some pointed questions several times.

   Matt Harper remained close to Laura during the whole tour, listening to
every word she said and asking what seemed like endless questions.  His
questions, Laura realized, were not designed to impress her.  The boy
really wanted to know.

   She was patient with the black child and answered his every question as
well as she could.  There was even an intensity in his desire to learn how
to please his next foster parents.

   As she drove the children back to the facility, Laura couldn't remember
being so physically tired.  They had truly worn her out.

   She was about to leave for the day and go home to rest when Carl Mersh
stopped her in the corridor.

   "Well, how did you get along with Matt Harper today?" the director
asked.

   "He seems like a very nice boy, Carl," Laura replied with a smile.  "He
gets along with the other children well and seems eager to please."

   "How do you think he'd adjust in a white home, Laura?" Carl asked.

   "I honestly don't know."

   "Some years ago we placed black children in white homes," Carl
explained. "And in other parts of the country they do it today.  Of course,
we're a private agency, so we don't have Federal or State pressure on us."

   "Even in the case of children who are wards of the state?" Laura asked.

   "Not even in those cases," Carl replied with a smile.  "We work with the
state under contract and as long as we continue to work within their
standards they leave us alone.  Matt is a special case.  He's got it in his
head that he wants to be with whites.  Matt's background is humble.  He
grew up in a ghetto in Oakland and his father and mother died last year in
a fire.  They found him hiding in an old condemned building and suffering
from malnutrition."

   "That's terrible!" Laura remarked.

   "And Matt is determined never to go back, I suppose," Mersh sighed. 
"McGrudder thinks that it's a toss up whether Matt could adjust to a wasp
home.  That's why I wanted your opinion, Laura."

   "That's not fair, Carl," Laura said.  "I've only observed the boy within
a group for a few hours.  And I had my hands full today, believe me!"

   "You say he seemed eager to please?"

   "I thought so," Laura replied.  "He was attentive and tried to learn."

   "How about doing me a favor?" Mersh said.

   "Name it."

   "How about spending some time alone with Matt and see what you think? 
We're low right now anyway and you shouldn't be overloaded.  Normally, I
wouldn't be this concerned, but I want to do what's right for the child."

   "I understand," Laura replied.  "But aren't you asking me to operate in
the area of a psychologist?  I'm not qualified for that, Carl."

   "We'll leave the psychology to McGrudder," Carl laughed.  "What I want
is a down-home, honest opinion, Laura, and no psychologist can give me that
hi less than a thirty-page report.  I'll take whatever you tell me as just
an unqualified opinion--okay?"

   "Okay," Laura laughed.

   Chapter 8

   Laura was already sound asleep that night when Jack called from Seattle.
She fumbled with the bedside lamp and picked up the phone.

   "I'm sorry," Jack's, voice came through the phone, "I didn't realize
you'd be asleep already."

   "That's all right," Laura responded in a sleepy voice.  "They wore me
out today."

   "Well, I just called to tell you that I won't be home until Wednesday or
Thursday," Jack said.  "The negotiations are even more complicated than I
thought."

   "Oh, I'm sure that they are," Laura said with sarcasm.

   "Federated is threatening to change firms," Jack said, ignoring her
biting remark.

   Laura was both angry and short of patience.

   "Have fun, Jack," she said.  "I'll see you when you get back."

   "Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jack said.

   Laura was about to reply, but thought better of it.  She simply hung up.

   "The nerve of that bastard!" Laura said aloud as she searched vainly for
a cigarette.  "Calling me to tell me that he's going to stay a few extra
days with his girl friend!"

   Laura couldn't honestly say that she hadn't expected the call.  She was
sure that they would be having so much fun balling themselves to death that
they wouldn't want to come right back to Sacramento and that Jack would
dream up some excuse to have to stay up there for an extra day or two.  But
the call still galled her!

   She fumed for a few minutes, then gave up her search for a cigarette and
turned off the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

   The next morning she got up early, had breakfast and went to the
facility early in order to have time to pull Matt Harper's file and study
it before bringing him home with her.

   The eleven-year-old boy was both pleased and nervous at being singled
out to spend the day alone with the attractive Mrs.  Norton.  He was so
stiff and cautious when they first arrived at the house he made Laura
smile.

   "Look, Matt," she laughed, "get over the feeling that you're somehow on
trial here today.  I'm not assigned to your case at all.  Yesterday, you
seemed so eager to learn how to swim, I just thought that we might get
further with a day alone."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "And please don't call me ma'am," Laura chuckled.  "My name is
Laura--okay?"

   "Okay, uh...  Laura," the boy responded nervously.

   "Maybe you're not comfortable with me because I'm white," Laura said,
hoping to open the child up.

   "Oh, it's not that at all!" Matt said quickly.

   "I thought you liked whites, Matt."

   "I do!" the boy insisted.

   "Okay, then.  Relax," Laura laughed.  "If there's anybody at the
facility you can relax with, Matt, it's me.  Nobody pays much attention to
what I have to say, so let it all hang out."

   Gradually, as the morning wore on the eleven-year-old black boy began to
relax with Laura.  They talked as he helped Laura clean house, something
she bad been too tired to do the evening before, and Matt began to tell her
thing about himself.

   "After what you've been through, Matt," she remarked, "I don't blame you
for not wanting to go back."

   "Do you understand that?" Matt asked quickly.  "I mean--really?"

   "Of course."

   "Gosh, I sure like you, Missus...  Laura," the boy said intensely.

   "I like you too, Matt," Laura responded, "but only when you're relaxed
and honest like this with me.  Just be yourself.  You're a nice, handsome
boy."

   They finished the housework by ten-thirty and Laura suggested that they
change and work on Matt's swimming lesson.

   "I know that you're a little afraid of the water, Matt," she said, "but
if you learn how to swim then you'll never have to be afraid again.  Now
why don't you go into the bathroom and change into your swim suit and we'll
take our time teaching you today?"

   Laura dosed the bedroom door and undressed.  When she reached into the
drawer in her bureau, she unconsciously picked up her string bikini.  Laura
looked at the skimpy garment in her hand and wondered why she had chosen
it.

   She remembered the day she had worn it with Joey and the wonderful
things that had happened.  Was that why she picked it out?  Was it because
it was filled with pleasant, exciting memories?

   Or was it the result of some subconscious desire on her part?  Did she
want to excite Matt?  Laura shook her head.  She'd never even imagined
herself making love to a black.

   Matt's voice through the door broke Laura's reverie.

   "I'm ready, Missus ...  Laura," the boy called.  "Okay, Matt.  Go out by
the pool and I'll be right with you," Laura called back.

   She decided that as long as she had the string bikini in her hand she'd
go ahead and wear it.

   The eleven-year old black boy's eyes doubled in size when Laura joined
him at the pool in her very revealing swim suit.  Matt had only recently
begun to develop an interest in the opposite sex.  Until this moment he had
not even looked at Mrs.  Norton as a female, but with her big tits almost
hanging out and the fringe of her pubic hair escaping from the patch
between her legs, he became aware of her sexuality.

   Laura noticed the boy's glance and a tiny tremor swept through her body.
It made her feel good to be looked at like this!

   "Okay, Matt," she* said in a businesslike tone, "let's see if we can
teach you how to swim today.  Do you think you can remember how to float
from yesterday?"

   "I don't know," the boy responded with a sheepish grin.  "It sure wasn't
easy for me."

   "It's all in your head, Matt," she laughed.  "Floating is easy.  Come
on, I'll show you."

   Laura lowered herself into the water and assumed a floating position.

   Matt tried bard to concentrate on what the older woman was showing him,
but his eyes couldn't seem to leave her big tits.  When she told him that
it was his turn to float, he jumped into the water and tried his best.  He
was able to get his body to the surface, but he couldn't hold it there for
more than a few seconds and his feet would sink to the bottom.

   "That's much better, Matt," Laura said encouragingly.  "The secret to
floating is to relax completely."

   Laura stood next to the boy and placed her hand on the small of his back
for support, all the while encouraging him to relax his body completely.

   After several false starts, Matt was able to float for almost a full
minute without her supporting hand.  The knowledge that he could do it
excited him and he tried hard.

   Patiently, Laura took the black boy through the fundamentals of
swimming. She found it hard to believe that he was only eleven years old.
He was so big!

   Several times, Laura caught herself looking at the boy's crotch.  He was
wearing skin-tight, green swimming trunks that were cut in the jockey
style. The inexpensive knit material when it was wet clung to his genitals
and she could see the clear outline of his penis and testicles.  She shook
her head each time she caught herself staring at his crotch and quickly
looked away.

   The black boy learned the proper kicking technique quickly, but seemed
to have trouble coordinating his arms.

   "Watch me, Matt," Laura said *as she did a slow lap of the pool with an
American crawl.

   Matt watched carefully and then tried to imitate what he had seen the
older woman do, but after the first two strokes, he began thrashing at the
water with his arms and began to go under.

   "Let's try it up here on the cement," Laura suggested.

   She had the child stretch out on his tummy on the side of the pool and
taught him how to move his arms.  Kneeling beside him, she held his wrist
in her hand and guided his arm through the proper stroke.  Laura saw the
muscles in his shoulders tense and she reached down and placed her hand on
his back and told him to relax.

   "That's better!" she cried when he managed to take his arm through a
complete stroke without tensing the muscles in his shoulder.

   A tingle raced down Laura's spine when she felt his muscles ripple
beneath his ebony skin and she quickly removed her hand from his back.

   "Should I try it in the water?" Matt asked.

   "Sure."

   Laura climbed back into the pool with the black boy and watched him.  He
pushed away from the edge of the pool with his legs the way she had taught
him and began kicking immediately.  The first three strokes went well
enough, but then he began thrashing again and started going under.

   "Matt, I think I know what's wrong," Laura said patiently.  "Do you
trust me, Matt?"

   "Sure, Laura," the boy replied, shaking the water out of his ears.

   "Okay, then do what I tell you and trust me," Laura said.  "I'm going to
be right beside you and I won't let you go under.  Okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Your problem is that you're trying to go too fast.  Your whole body is
tense and you're kicking your legs much too fast.  That in itself won't
hurt, but what's happening is that you're trying to stroke your arms as
fast as you're kicking your feet.  Do you understand?"

   "I think so," he replied slowly.

   "What I want you to do is relax, and I mean really relax," Laura
continued.  "I'll be right beside you.  Kick your feet slowly and move your
arms slowly.  Okay?"

   "Okay."

   Matt kicked himself away from the edge of the pool and followed her
instructions to the letter.  He relaxed his body and kicked his feet
slowly. He stroked his arms in what seemed to the eleven-year-old boy like
slow motion.

   On the sixth stroke of his arm his band hit cement and he pulled up
short to find himself on the other side of the pool.

   "I DID it!" he cried.

   Before the smiling woman could say anything, he turned, kicked away
again and swam back to where he began.

   The triumphant look on the young black boy's face warmed Laura's heart.
His pearl white teeth slashed his face in a sparkling smile.

   "Can I do it again?"

   "Sure," Laura laughed.

   She climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool with her
feet in the water and watched the boy swim back and forth.  His excitement
was infectious and she encouraged him on.  He crossed the pool a total of
fifteen times before he stopped to rest.  When he did stop, he stood in the
water directly in front of Laura looking up at her.

   The, beautiful white woman's thighs were apart and Matt found himself
looking directly at her pussy!  His pulse quickened as his eyes fastened on
her crotch.  That patch of material between her legs didn't cover anything!
He could even see her snatch outlined in the cloth!

   Laura saw him staring at her pussy and a tingling sensation coursed
through her system.  Beneath the water she could see a bulge growing in his
swim trunks.

   "Come on up here and dry off," Laura smiled.

   It was all Matt could do to yank his eyes away from the tantalizing
sight of the pretty white woman's crotch, but he managed to get on the
ladder and climb out of the water.  Matt saw her eyes go to his groin when
he emerged from the water and he brushed.

   "Say, you are quite a young man, aren't you, Matt?" Laura said as she
stared at the pointed bulge at his crotch.  "I like your body.  Do you like
mine?"

   "Well, gee...  Laura, you sure are pretty," the boy said haltingly.

   "That looks like a full size prick to me, Matt," she laughed, boldly
reaching up and placing her hand on his hard-on.  She fondled it for a
moment and felt it quake beneath her hand.  "Why don't you pull those
trunks down, Matt, and let me see that nice prick of yours?"

   Chapter 9

   "Don't be embarrassed," she chuckled when he hesitated.

   "I've never ...  done...  anything...  like...  well, like ..."

   "Don't you want to, Matt?" Laura teased.  "Or maybe it's because I'm
white."

   "No!" the boy cried, summoning up the courage to hook his thumbs beneath
the waistband of his trunks and work them quickly down his muscular thighs.

   "OH!" Laura cried when his prick bobbed free of the restraining trunks.
"That is a nice one, Matt!"

   She was surprised.  Matt's cock was much bigger than Joey's had been! 
It was both longer and thicker.  The shaft was the same color as his skin,
gleaming ebony, but the head was a contrasting dark pink color.  His balls
hung directly below the rigid shaft in their tight little sac.  His pubic
hair was kinky like the hair on his bead.  Laura felt a burning itch
between her legs when she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the
boy's hunk of hot meat.

   "Would you like to see my body, Matt?" she asked, squeezing his black
cock lovingly in her hand.

   "Yes," he replied in a tiny, faltering voice.

   Reluctantly, Laura released the child's hard penis and pulled herself to
her feet.  Staring directly into his excited eyes, she reached behind her
back and unsnapped her bra.  She pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it
to the cement, watching his eyes bulge as he was treated to a full view of
her big breasts.

   A tremor raced through Laura's veins and she quickly untied the string
that held the bottom patches of her suit up.  She pulled the cloth away and
dropped t on the cement to stand stark naked before the young black boy. 
His eyes were like saucers and his jaw hung limp as he stared at the curly
bush of her cunt.

   "Do you like my tits, Matt?" she asked softly.

   "Wow, yes!" the boy gasped.

   "Would you like to touch them?"

   "Can ...  can I?" he asked eagerly.

   "Sure."

   The boy hesitated and Laura reached out and took his hands and guided
them to her chest.  The sight of his jet black hands on her creamy white
breasts made her pulse quicken.  As he began to gently probe her flesh,
Laura reached down and once again took his hard piece of ebony in her hand.
She felt it tremble with excitement when she touched it.

   "I like you, Matt," she said softly.  "You're quite a man."

   The eleven-year-old black boy was both excited and confused.  The older
woman had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and her hand on his cock
felt so goad!  He loved the firm feel of her tits in his hands.

   Gaining confidence by the minute, the boy dropped one of his hands from
her thrilling chest and brought it to the curly nest between her legs.

   "OOOooohhh!!!  OH, MATT!  That feels so good!" Laura moaned when his
hand began probing her pussy.  "I'll bet that you drive the girls crazy! 
OH!  Oooohh!  You know what I'd like?"

   "What?" Matt asked quickly.  He wanted to please her in any way he
could.

   "I'd like to feel your mouth where your hand is, Matt," Laura said
softly.  "I'd like to feel your tongue in my pussy."

   "Gee!" the boy gasped, his balls rumbling when she said those words.

   "Would you like to do that?" Laura asked teasingly.

   "Sure!" Matt replied instantly.

   "Oh, good!" she squealed.  "Let's go into the house, dear."

   Laura held onto the child's, jet black rockhard cock and led him into
the house.  She squeezed his straining prick every few steps and felt it
throb in her hand.

   When they reached the bedroom, Laura led the eleven-year-old boy to the
bed and pushed him down.

   "Stretch out on your back, Matt," she said.

   Laura's flesh tingled as she watched the ebony toned boy lie down on his
back.  The forty-two-year-old woman wanted to try what she had seen Candy
do with Jack.  She wanted to sit on the boy's face and have him eat her
pussy.  As soon as she was settled, Laura climbed on the bed on her knees
and straddled the young black child's head with her thighs.  She faced his
feet so she could see his darling cock and then slowly began lowering her
cunt to his mouth.

   Matt's heart was pounding in his young chest.  He had never seen a
woman's cunt before and now he was being treated to a real closeup as Laura
lowered her snatch to his face.  It was so hairy and it had a strong aroma!
He could see the pink lips of her pussy beneath the thick mat of hair. 
Hell, he could even see her puckered asshole!

   The child had no idea what was expected of him.  She'd said that she
wanted to feel his tongue in her pussy, so he surmised that he should lick
her crack.  He pressed his tongue out between his dark lips and darted ft
into her moist jungle.

   "OH!  OOOOooohhh!  That feels good, Matt!" Laura gasped when she felt
his warm tongue slide into her slit.  She allowed her weight to fall and
crushed her cunt against the precious black child's face.  His tongue moved
freely in her crotch, caressing every inch of her slit with long, warm
swipes that sent sparks flying through her system.

   Laura glanced down through the valley between her breasts and watched
the black boy's pink mouth working on her cunt.  The pearl white of her
thighs contrasted with the ebony skin on his cheeks and seemed to add to
her excitement.

   Her husband hated blacks.  He called them niggers, even in this day and
age!  Wouldn't he shit if he saw her squatting on a black boy's face!?!

   "OH!  AAAAaaahhh!!  OH, MATT!" she mewled when he found her clitoris and
began licking it with his electric tongue.  "That's my hottest place, Matt
darling!  OH!  Yes, lick it and suck it, darling!"

   The black boy's tongue had a slightly coarse quality that was driving
Laura wild.  It was like having fine sandpaper rubbed against her cunt!

   And how she loved this position!  No wonder Candy had been in such
sheer, ecstasy!  Laura ground her hips and crushed her cunt against the
boy's mouth.  She could even feel the tip of his young nose pressed against
her asshole when she moved!

   Young Matt felt like he was being smothered in pussy!  The way she kept
squirming on his face it was difficult to breathe at times.  But he loved
it!  How he loved this!  She had a juicy cunt and he licked it like it was
covered with honey!  The flavor of her sex was strong and very salty and it
excited every ounce of his being to swirl it around in his mouth.

   Equally exciting to the young boy was the fact that he was pleasing her
so much!  There was no doubt about that, not with the way that she was
moaning and squirming around.  She loved what he was doing to her, and he
loved doing it.

   Laura glanced down the child's exciting ebony body and saw his cute
black cock sticking straight up from his groin.  She reached out and took
it in her hand.  It was so warm to her touch and she loved the way it
throbbed when she held it!

   She had never experienced sixty-nine before because she had never had
her pussy eaten until she began indulging herself with these wonderful
young boys, but she'd always been curious what it would be like to suck a
cock while she was being licked.  Why not?

   Leaning down without removing her cunt from the child's marvelous
tongue, Laura wrapped her fingers around the firm base of the child's jet
black shaft and brought the dark pink, swollen head of his penis to her
lips.

   The boy's crotch had a strong, animal like odor that made Laura inhale
sharply.  She slid her tongue between her lips and began licking the head
of his black prick like an ice cream cone.  The black boy's cock somehow
tasted different than Jack's and even Joey's, but she liked the flavor.  It
was strong and heady.

   "UMMMminm!!" Matt moaned against the muff of her cunt when he felt her
take his dick in her hands to begin playing with it.  Then, when he felt
her warm tongue swiping against his aching meat, the boy thought he was
going to let go at the very moment!

   When a sudden warmth surrounded his aching prick, Matt knew that she had
it in her pretty mouth.  Man!  he said to himself.  He'd never in his young
life felt anything like this!  He could feel her lips slowly moving down
his throbbing stalk and she was fondling his balls while she did it!

   Matt began flicking his tongue around in her wet nest as fast as he
could.  His balls were roaring a demand for release and he knew that he
would pop off any minute!  God, that felt good!  Her mouth was so warm and
exciting on his already hot cock!

   Laura was ashamed of herself for being so conscious of the difference in
their skin colors, but she couldn't help it!  Watching his black shaft
slide in and out of her pink lips sent thrills racing through her.

   She cradled his balls in her band and caressed and pumped them while she
sucked and sucked on his ebony root.  What was so exciting about a black
cock, she wondered?  She loved the taste of his sex, it's strong flavor
seemed to increase her own excitement.

   Suddenly all thoughts fled Laura's mind.  The boy was rubbing his grainy
tongue furiously back and forth across her clitoris and had started a fire
that all but consumed the forty-two-year-old woman's body.

   "UUUUu uuuumminmmmppppphhhhh!" she moaned with Matt's ebony prick
stuffed in her mouth.  Her orgasm exploded like a hurricane inside her body
and spasms raged through her.  And all the while he kept licking!

   Laura gripped the black rod in her hand firmly and bobbed her head up
and down at the child's writhing groin.  Her whole body was still trembling
from the fantastic orgasm he had set off in her and she was determined to
suck the honey out Of his chocolate stick!  She kneaded his young, tender
balls in her hand and ran her lips up and down his throbbing shaft while
her tongue swirled over, under and around his cock inside her throat.

   "Hey!  Oh, wow!  Hey!" Matt cried against the muff of her cunt that
still covered his face.  Did she want him to shoot his load in her mouth?
He couldn't control it any longer, he knew that!

   "AAAAAAAAAAAiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!" the eleven-year-old cried when his young
balls exploded to send his hot cream into the pretty woman's mouth.  He
arched his hips upward and allowed the older woman to take his spurting
prick deep into her throat.  The warmth of her sucking mouth made him feel
better than he had ever felt before in his young life.

   Laura felt a surge of exquisite joy sweep through her when the first
black cock she had ever had in her mouth erupted and began splashing its
hot load down her throat.  She grazed her teeth against his throbbing
shaft, ran her tongue around and around his hard meat and sucked and
sucked. She fondled and pumped the black child's precious little balls in
her hand until she felt them contract with their new void.

   "Oh, Matt!" she mewed as she removed her mouth from his spent ebony
stick and reluctantly lifted her emit from his face.  "That was so good! 
Did you enjoy it, Matt?"

   "Hey!  Like, wow!" the boy sighed.

   "Was that your first time, darling?" Laura asked, stretching out beside
the boy on the bed and reaching down to hold his now partially limp penis
in her warm hand.

   "Yes," the boy replied softly, as if he was a little embarrassed.

   "I'm glad," Laura sighed.  "I loved sucking your cock.  Did you like
eating my pussy?"

   "Gee, sure!  That was fun."

   "And I loved the way you did it.  Ummm!  I could have you eat my pussy
every day, Matt."

   "Gee, I'd like that!" Matt said eagerly.  "Do ...  do all women like to
have ...  to have their cunts licked like that?"

   "I can't speak for all women, Matt," Laura chuckled, "but I sure do!  I
expect they all would, once they tried it.  Ummm!  Just thinking about your
tongue in my slit makes me warm."

   Laura felt the boy's blood begin pumping into the shaft she held in her
hand and knew that talking about sex was turning him on, too.  She squeezed
his darling prick and began stroking it slowly in her fist.  How readily
these children responded to her caresses!

   "Missus...  Laura?"

   "Yes?"

   "Would...  would you...  teach me all about sex?" Matt asked haltingly.

   "I don't think I could teach you everything about sex, Matt darling,"
Laura replied with a laugh, "because I'm learning more every day myself. 
There's so much!"

   "Haven't you done everything?" the boy asked in an amazed tone of voice.

   "Heavens, no!" Laura chuckled.

   Matt reached over hesitantly and placed his hand gently on the muff
between her thighs.  When she didn't protest, the black boy ran his fingers
down into her nest and began caressing her wet slit.

   "Ummm!  That feels good!" Laura moaned softly.

   "What haven't you done in sex?" the black boy persisted.

   "Oh, lots of things," Laura replied.  "I've never tried it with a girl.
I've never had a man fuck me in my ass.  I've never done it with two or
three men at the same time.  Lots of things, Matt darling."

   "Gee!" the boy said, rubbing her now erect clitoris beneath his finger.
"If you want to do it with two or three boys, we should have a party with a
couple of the guys at the facility."

   "Who?" Laura asked idly.

   "Hey, those two who came here yesterday, Donnie and Peter," Matt said.
"They talk about sex all the time.  They'd love to learn."

   "Really?" Laura asked with interest.  Matt's probing fingers had her
motor running and the thought of having an orgy with two or three boys sent
tingles racing up and down her spine.

   "Sure.  And they wouldn't tell anybody," Matt assured her.  "Hey, all
I'd have to do is put the word on them and they'd jump at it!"

   "That's a good idea," Laura remarked noncommittally.

   "And if you'd like to try that other..." "What?" Laura asked, writhing
her hips as the fire from his probing fingers began spreading through her
body.

   "You know," Matt said softly.  "Have a man...  well, have a man fuck you
in your ass...  Well, I'd...."

   "Matt darling," Laura laughed, "do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

   "Well ...  gee, sure," the boy said.

   "I've never done that, Matt," Laura said, stroking the child's now hot
and throbbing prick in her hand.  It was true.  While Laura bad never done
it, she'd read about it in books and even seen it on the screen in Last
Tango In Paris.  She knew some women loved it while others claimed it hurt.

   "We could try it ..." the boy suggested.

   Laura hesitated for a long moment.  Her body trembled.  This was
something she had experienced several times in erotic dreams.  Why not try
it?

   "Okay, Matt," she said in an excited voice.  "But first you have to lick
me there and get me good and wet."

   "Okay!" Matt agreed eagerly.

   Laura slowly pulled herself up into a kneeling position on the bed.  She
humped her buttocks high in.  the air and rested her head on her arms on
the mattress so she could look back through her legs and watch.

   The eleven-year-old boy felt a primal surge of animal desire as he
crawled up behind the kneeling white woman.  The first spheres of her
buttocks were like big, ripe melons in front of him and he could see her
heavy matted snatch between her legs.

   The very whiteness of her skin thrilled him, and the way she was
kneeling there with her ass way up in the air waiting for him made the
young black boy feel like a king.  Matt saw the dark starfish of her
asshole nestled between the globes of her firm tail and his balls
contracted.

   How many times had he heard his father talk about ramming a good hard
black cock up a white woman's ass to show them what he thought of them? 
His father had rambled on about how he'd spear their honky asshole with his
staff and fuck them until they learned to love it!

   These memories flashed through the eleven-year-old black boy's mind as
he stared at the thrilling sight of the older white woman's bottom.  The
tension in his cock was almost unbearable!

   Matt placed his hands on her cheeks, experiencing a surge of desire as
he* noted the difference between his beautiful ebony skin and her pale
white flesh.

   "Lick me, Matt, and get my asshole good and wet," Laura said, the
naughtiness of what she was doing serving to increase the joy of
anticipation.

   Matt brought his face to the cheeks of her ass and he dipped his pink
tongue into her crack.  He ran his grainy probe down the crevice between
her buttocks until the tip touched her puckered ring.

   "AAaaahhh!!!" Laura moaned when she felt the boy's tongue on her anus.
She was surprised to find that it felt so good!  She could feel the fires
igniting in her body once again.

   Through her legs she watched the boy's chocolate face approach her tail.
She saw his pink tongue dart out and dip between the cheeks of her tail. 
Then its wetness was moving down her crack.  All of this helped build to
the moment when she felt the pointed tip of his tongue caress her anus and
her reaction was intense!

   "OH!  I like that!  Yes, Matt darling!  Yes, yes, yes!  Lick my ass,
dear!"

   The boy's tongue moved all over her crack, but the tip concentrated on
her puckered asshole.  He kept bringing saliva from his mouth and wetting
her anal entrance until it was thoroughly lubricated.

   During all of this, the forty-two-year-old woman became more and more
excited.  Why was it so exciting to have a male kiss her ass?  Was it
because she was so mad at her husband and she liked to picture him on his
knees licking her ass?  Laura admitted to herself that this probably had
something to do with her intense reaction, but there was also the thrilling
physical aspect of what the boy was doing to her.  She had never realized
how sensitive her asshole was!

   She moaned with delight and kept encouraging the eager young boy.  She
was even wondering if she could have a climax this way, with a boy licking
her ass, when Matt suddenly stopped.

   "It's good and wet now," he said.

   "Okay," Laura sighed.  "Now shove that cute cock of yours up there,
Matt."

   Matt needed no urging.  Although this was his very first time with a
woman, he did not need instructions on what to do.  He took his quaking
prick in his hand and moved forward until he was able to guide the swollen
head to her puckered asshole.  Pressing the head of his cock firmly against
her anus, the eleven-year-old black boy lunged forward.

   "AAAAAAArrrruuuuu�ugggghhhhh!!!" Laura screamed.  She had been in an
erotic euphoria until the child rammed his hard black cock deep into her
rectum.  The pain was incredible!  It felt like he was twisting a dull
knife inside her body!

   Something inside Matt snapped.  He heard her scream with pain, but he
ignored it and drove his hard prick deeper into her white ass.  The thrill
of watching his black rod penetrate her white ass caused his heart to pound
in his ears.

   Laura's eyes gushed with tears and she had to bite her lip to keep from
screaming.  She was about to scream at the boy to stop, to admit that she
gave in, that she couldn't take it, when the initial pain began to fade
away.  The agony of her body slowly gave way to incredible excitement and
joy.

   She watched his ebony pole driving into her bowels.  It still hurt, but
now there was something very exciting about it and she could feel the
passion growing in her body.

   Laura wondered what Jack would do if he saw her taking a jet black prick
up her ass?  The thought thrilled her!

   "OH!  OOOOOO!!!!!  Fuck me, Matt!  Make me feel that...  OH!  Shove that
cock up my ass?  Fuck meeee!!!"

   Matt stretched his jet black arms and reached around to grab the older
white woman's tits in his hands.  He held one in each hand like a handle
while he drove his hard prick deeper and deeper into her bowels.  Her ass
was so hot and tight!  It was like having a hot hand gripping his dick!

   The inexperienced young boy fucked her instinctively.  His hips jerked
like powerful pistons to send his cock flying in and out of her hot bowels
while he held onto her fantastic tits.

   Laura could hardly believe what was happening to her!  Each stroke of
his black prick in her ass hurt like the devil, yet at the same time sent
waves of joy raging through her system.  How could anything hurt this much
and feel this good at the same time!

   "Should ...  should I shoot off in your ass?" the black boy cried
without missing a stroke.  His balls were already sending warning messages
to his brain.

   "Yes, Matt!" she cried.  "I want to feel your juice in my ass!  Give it
to me.  Fill me with it.  Hurry, Matt!  Hurry.  OOOooohh!!"

   Laura reached back between her legs and grasped the boy's bobbing black
balls in her hand to pump them.  She fondled them and squeezed them as he
sent long, hard thrusts of his prick into her asshole.

   "Hurry, Matt!  Fuck meeeeee!!!"

   Matt couldn't hold out a second longer.  The way he played with his
balls and talked was too much for the virginal boy.  He sent his cock
flying to the depths of her rectum as his balls erupted.

   "Here...  it...  COMES!" he cried.

   Laura felt the first hot jets of his come spurt up her ass and she
thought that she was coming apart!  Her orgasm seemed to explode on the
heels of the boy's.

   "AAAaaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!!  !" she screamed.  "Give it to
meeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

   Laura's climax was so intense she collapsed on her tummy on the bed. 
Matt followed her down, pumping his hard, black prick into her bowels all
the way.

   When his balls were completely drained inside her asshole, Matt slowly
withdrew his rapidly deflating prick from her puckered anus and fell over
beside her on the bed.

   "Golly!" Matt sighed.  "That was sure fun!"

   "Yes, Matt," Laura responded in a low, exhausted voice.  "It was fun."

   Laura wondered if she'd be able to sit down.  Her anus and bowels ached
and felt very sore.  She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it, though. 
Her orgasm had been one of the most intense she could remember.

   "Maybe we should try those other things," Matt suggested.

   "What?"

   "You know," he said with his most winning smile, "make it with Donnie
and Pete.  I'll bet that would be fun."

   Matt was eager to please this fantastic white woman.  She had taught him
bow to swim, shown him what it was like to have his cock sucked, and then
let him shove his prick up her .asshole!

   "We'll see," Laura sighed.

   "All I'd have to do is ask them," Matt said encouragingly.  "Want me to
ask them?"

   At this moment in time, Laura was not anxious to try anything.  She was
in some pain and very tired.  She knew that the black boy was trying to
please her and she didn't want to discourage him.

   "Maybe we could do it tomorrow?" Matt suggested.

   "Not tomorrow, Matt darling," Laura sighed.

   "Then later on in the week?"

   "Yes, Matt," she sighed, "maybe later on in the week."

   Laura turned over on her back and closed her eyes to rest for a moment.
Suddenly she felt something warm and wet caressing her slit and she opened
her eyes to find the black child's grinning face at her crotch.

   Chapter 10

   Laura was surprised when her husband came through the front door while
she was eating a hasty breakfast early Wednesday morning.  Jack dropped his
suitcase in the living room and walked into the kitchen to kiss his wife.

   For one of the few times in her life, Laura Norton was flustered.  The
pain in her bowels reminded her of what she had done the afternoon before
and she felt strangely guilty about it, even if her husband was returning
from what she was certain was a nonstop orgy with his seventeen-year-old
mistress.

   "You're home early," was all she could think of to say.

   "Everything fell into place last night," Jack remarked.  "You know how
those things happen."

   "Did you have breakfast on the plane?" Laura asked.

   "Yeah," Jack sighed.  "They served us and we had to finish between San
Francisco and Sacramento."

   "Coffee?" Laura asked.

   "A cup would be nice," Jack said.  "I have to shower and change and head
for the office."

   Something was wrong, very wrong!  Laura sensed it, but she couldn't
guess what it was.  Jack was very nervous, more nervous than she had seen
him in years.

   "Tell me what's happened with you while I was away," he said as she
followed him to the bedroom.

   Laura spoke very generally about her work, desperately trying to get a
handle on what was wrong with Jack.  They'd been married too many years for
her not to recognize his anxiety.

   Was this all an effort to make peace after their angry weekend before he
left?  Laura didn't think so.

   She saw his hand tremble when he lit a cigarette after showering and
heard his frustrated, impatient sigh when be had trouble buttoning the
collar of his shirt.  Wondering if it was business, she asked him questions
about the Federated account.

   "It was just a silly mix up after all," he assured her a little, weakly.
"They had double-paid us twice and somehow it never was credited to their
account.  That and a territory misunderstanding.  Little things can become
giant messes, can't they."

   "Then you didn't lose the account?" Laura asked.

   "Oh, no!  In fact, the new contract they signed yest ...  last night
calls for an increase in billing."

   Laura heard his near slip and his quick cover to explain why he had
stayed in Seattle last night, but chose to ignore it.  She was glad that he
hadn't lost the Federated account.  That could have been a financial
disaster.

   "I'm glad," she said slowly.

   "Look, Laura," Jack began cautiously, "I know that things have been
strained between us and I want you to know that I'm sorry.  We have to get
back on our old track again.  I've been thinking that we should take a trip
together.  Maybe Hawaii.  We can borrow from our savings.  You've been
working pretty hard."

   "Let's talk about it later, Jack," Laura replied softly.  "I'm late now
and I have to get to work."

   "Swell, honey," Jack smiled.

   Laura shook her head as she drove to the facility.  This complete
reversal in Jack's attitude had her baffled!  And why was he so nervous?

   A trip to Hawaii!  They'd talked about that for years, even saved toward
it.  Why now, she wondered.  Why at this particular moment?

   Had Jack bad a lover's fight with Candy?  Had it somehow come to him how
ridiculous he looked with a seventeen-year-old girl?  Or had Candy tired of
a lover old enough to be her father?  Was that it?  Had they fought?  And
was he now trying to make up at home?

   Laura doubted that.  In the first place, if Candy had told him to stuff
it, Jack would have been desperately down in the dumps--not anxious to make
up with Laura and please her.  And the Hawaii trip was definitely designed
to please her.  Jack didn't care that much about going back to the islands.
He'd been there during the war and wasn't anxious to be reminded of those
days.

   This was the last Wednesday of the month, the.  day set aside for staff
meeting and Laura doodled restless on her pad as she listened to the other
members of the staff outline their progress and problems during the past
month.

   They had lunch at the Denny's across the street and then returned for
further discussion.

   Laura was glad that she wasn't affected by the budget cuts Carl Mersh
announced.  Each staff member protested the decrease of funds available for
certain projects.

   "This is just temporary," Carl Mersh assured the group.  "The new
playground equipment we ordered simply threw us over budget.  By fall we'll
be out of this crisis."

   "And into another one," McGrudder commented to general laughter at the
table.

   "Probably," Carl smiled, "but our crises always seem to work themselves
out."

   The talk about crisis made Laura's mind wander back to her husband.  It
was obvious that Jack was experiencing some sort of a crisis and Laura
wished she knew what it was and bow she could help.

   "Laura?"

   "What?  Oh, I'm sorry, Carl," she said.  "I must have been daydreaming."

   "Did you come to our monthly meeting without your NoDoz?" McGrudder
asked.

   "I was asking you what you thought about the Harper boy," Carl said when
the laughter died down.

   "Oh," Laura responded, hoping that she wasn't blushing.  The mention of
Matt's name brought the exciting vision of his black cock to her mind
instantly.  "Well, please remember that this is an unqualified opinion. 
I'm sure that Doctor McGrudder can say much more than I can about Matt
Harper.  I think that there's a good possibility that Matt Harper could
make an excellent adjustment in a white home."

   "Providing the foster family is emotionally ready for a black child, I
agree," McGrudder said.

   "That, of course," Laura said.

   "Do you think he's ready now?" Carl Mersh asked.

   "Well," Laura said cautiously, "I'm not sure about that."

   "I think that he needs some conditioning preparation, as it were,"
McGrudder offered.

   "Laura?" Carl prompted.

   "I think Doctor McGrudder is right," Laura said.

   "If it didn't work out, it could set Matt back quite a bit."

   "I also think it would be a mistake to concentrate too hard on him
alone," McGrudder added.  "He shouldn't be made to feel that he's too
special."

   "Okay," Carl said.  "I think we have the perfect home for him, so I'd
like to go ahead as quickly as possible.  I agree that he shouldn't be made
to feel too special.  My suggestion, Laura, is that you include Matt Harper
in every group you take to your home.  That way, you can give him some
concentrated preparation without seeming to single him out."

   "All right," Laura said with mixed emotions.

   The meeting broke up not long afterward and Laura drove home to find
Jack already home.  She looked at her watch and was surprised to find it
wasn't even four o'clock yet.  Jack was never home this early.

   When she walked into the house, Jack had a drink waiting for her.

   "I was tired," he remarked, "so I came home early.  Working as hard as
you have been, I thought you'd appreciate this."

   "Thanks," Laura said as she noted his hand tremble when he handed her
the cocktail.  She did not remind him that this was the first time in ten
years that he had mixed her a cocktail like this.

   Laura changed into a lounging robe and they sat in the living room
talking.  She had to fight back the urge to ask him what was bothering him,
and they exchanged small talk.  She noted that Jack was interested in her
work and solicitous about how she was doing.

   Every time she tried to change the conversation back to his trip, Jack
clammed up and became noticeably more nervous.

   When she offered to fix dinner, Jack insisted they go out.  Laura
changed clothes again and they went to her favorite seafood restaurant near
the State Capitol.

   By the time, they finished dinner, Laura was exhausted from trying to
get her husband to talk about his trip.  He either avoided her questions or
changed the subject, so she finally gave up.

   As they climbed into bed, Jack remarked, "I felt like making love
tonight, honey, but I'm so damned zapped I can't see straight!"

   "I understand," Laura said kindly.

   Alone with everything else, this remark sent her curiosity soaring to
new heights and Laura tossed and turned for quite a while before she fell
asleep.

   Chapter 11

   Laura learned the reason for Jack's strange reversal early the next
morning, and the solution came from an entirely unexpected source.

   Laura overslept and Jack kissed her good-bye as she came out of the
shower.  It was only seven-thirty, and Laura wasn't due to pick up children
this morning until ten, but all of their married life she bad prepared
Jack's breakfast and it was particularly irritating that she had slept so
long today when-Jack was in such a strange mood.

   The front doorbell rang just as Laura was pouring her coffee.  She
wondered who in the world would be ringing their bell before eight in the
morning.

   Her forehead creased when she opened the door and found Candy Delany
standing there.

   "Missus Norton," Candy began nervously, "I'm sorry it's so early, but I
just have to talk to you."

   "Jack has already left for the office," Laura said in a very cool voice.
The nerve of the girl coming here!

   "It's you I have to talk to, Missus Norton, not Jack.  May I come in?"

   Laura was tempted to slam the door in the seventeen-year-old girl's
face, but something held her back.  The girl was obviously distraught and
highly nervous.  Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

   "Can't it wait until later?" Laura asked, still reluctant to face this
girl alone.

   "It can't wait!" Candy cried.  "Please, Mrs..  Norton!  It's...  it's
important!"

   "All right," Laura sighed.

   Laura stood back and let the girl into the living room.  The girl's
usually erect frame was stooped and Laura could tell that her distress was
very real.

   "How about a cup of coffee?" Laura offered.  "I was just pouring mine
when you rang the bell."

   "Yes, please," Candy said.

   Laura poured an extra cup and brought it into the girl.  Candy sat on
the couch and Laura sat across from her in the large overstuffed chair.

   "I...  I don't know where to begin," Candy said hesitantly.

   "Until I know what's on your mind, Candy," Laura laughed, "I'm afraid I
can't help you."

   "Missus Norton, I'd...  well, I'd rather walk through fire than come to
you like this!"

   "Come now, Candy," Laura smiled, "it can't be that serious."

   "Oh, but it is!" Candy said quickly.  "You see...  well, Jack and I
have...  well, we're..."

   "Having an affair?" Laura offered.  "I know, Candy.  I know all about
it."

   "You DO?" Candy asked in amazement.  "HOW?  I mean, did Jack TELL you?"

   "Never mind that for now, Candy.  I want to hear what you have to tell
me.  Does Jack know you're here?"

   "No!  Heavens, no!" Candy sighed.  "I sat in my car down the street and
waited until he left."

   Laura studied the girl carefully and believed her.  Candy was so
distraught Laura almost felt sorry for the young girl.  But she deserves
it, Laura reminded herself.

   "So?" Laura prompted.

   "The...  the worst thing of all has happened, Missus Norton!" Candy
blurted out.

   "What?" Laura asked softly, almost enjoying this.

   "I'm...  I'm pregnant!" Candy cried.  Laura jolted forward.  This was
something she hadn't expected.

   "You're sure?" Laura demanded.

   "Positive."

   "When?  I mean, how long?"

   "I missed my period by three weeks," Candy said.

   "That doesn't necessarily mean ..."

   "And I went to a doctor and took the test.  It was positive."

   "Oh, I see," Laura said.  "Does Jack know?"

   "I told him last week," Candy replied.  "That's why he took me to
Seattle."

   "And?" Laura prompted.

   "He was very mad," Candy said.  "You see, I lied to him and told him I
was taking the Pill."

   "Why did you do that?" Laura asked.

   "Because I didn't want him to think I was a silly girl who was too young
to even get a prescription for the Pill.  Now he wants me to get an
abortion!"

   "It sounds like the sensible solution to me," Laura sighed.  What a
mess!

   "But...  but I'm Catholic!" Candy cried.  "Abortion is...  is murder!"

   "That's a conflict you'll have to resolve for yourself, Candy," Laura
said, none too kindly.  "Being an unwed mother today is murder itself."

   "You don't understand," Candy said plaintively.  "I want to have Jack's
baby."

   "Then go ahead and have it!" Laura snapped.  "I'm sure your parents will
throw quite a christening party."

   "Please, Misses Norton."

   "Candy, I don't understand why you've come to me with all of this,"
Laura said.  "What do you expect me to do?  Are you here to ask me to be
the child's godmother?"

   "Missus Norton, you have to help me!" Candy pleaded.

   "Let's get one thing straight right now, Candy.  I don't have to help
you at all.  Even if I would, I don't see how I could."

   "You've got to convince Jack that he has to marry me," Candy cried.

   "Marry you?" Laura snapped.  "You seem to forget Jack is already
married. I'm his wife!  Remember?"

   "You could give him a divorce," Candy said.

   "A divorce!" Laura had a strong urge to throw this little redhead out of
her house bodily, but she fought it back.  "Did Jack put you up to this,
Candy?"

   "No!  He doesn't know I'm here at all," Candy replied frantically.

   "Have you discussed this with Jack?" Laura demanded.  "What does he
think about getting a divorce to marry you?"

   "He...  he won't do it!" Candy said with tears welling in her eyes. 
"He...  he says he likes me, but he doesn't love me that way.  He says we
would be miserable, that people would always make jokes about the
difference in our ages.  I told him I didn't care about what people said,
but he just won't listen."

   Relief flooded Laura's system and she felt her muscles relax.  So Jack
wasn't in love with the pretty young girl!  He'd been confronted with the
crisis and wanted to return to his marriage!

   "Jack's right, Candy," Laura said quietly.  "You would be miserable."

   "He's just saying that because of you!" Candy insisted.  "I know it! 
You've been married so long and he doesn't want to hurt you.  If he knew
that you didn't care, that you'd give him a divorce, he'd marry me.  I know
it!"

   "Do you think that you're in love with Jack, Candy?" Laura asked softly.

   "Oh, yes!" Candy cried.

   "You may think you are, Candy," Laura said, deciding to see if she
couldn't bring the girl to her senses, "but you're not.  You're in love
with his hard prick, that's all.  You were a starry-eyed little virgin when
he pulled your pants down and shoved his hard cock up your cunt, Candy, and
you can't get over the joy of sex.  It's sex you're in love with, not
Jack."

   "You bitch!" Candy shrieked.

   "Oh, I know that you can't accept that now," Laura smiled.  "But if
you'll think about it, you'll realize that there's a lot in what I'm
saying. You're a pretty girl and you have a very sexy body, Candy.  Any man
would want to take you to bed.  And Jack's only human.  You swished that
cute tail of yours in front of him until he couldn't stand it.  So Jack
took you out and laid you.  He taught you all about sex, how to suck cock,
how much fun it was to hive your cunt licked, and the two of you had a ball
together this summer.  Now you're pregnant and you want him to divorce me
and marry you.  So when the fun is over and things get serious, Jack levels
with you and tells you that he doesn't love you and doesn't want to get a
divorce to marry you.  It's time for you to grow up, Candy!"

   "Oh my god!" Candy cried, tears flowing freely from her eyes now. 
"You're...  you're awful!"

   "Because I'm telling you the truth?" Laura smiled.

   "You're just bitch enough not to give him a divorce if he wanted it!"
Candy cried.  "Why do you think he ......  he laid me!  Because your cunt
is all dried up and dead, that's why!"

   Laura wanted to pull the girl to her feet and slap her senseless!  She
dug her nails into her palms.  Candy was suffering enough now, and she'd
suffer a lot more before this was over.

   "No, Candy," Laura said quietly.  "Jack laid you for variety, because
you were something different.  You're young and laying you made Jack feel
young again.  He was tired of the same old sex all the time.  And now,
Candy, he's tiring of you."

   "That's not true!" Candy screamed.  "We...  we fucked for three hours
our last night in Seattle!  He's not tired of me!"

   Regardless of the fact that she already knew it, hearing the girl say it
sent a pang through Laura's heart.

   "Wasn't that your farewell fuck?" Laura asked with a smile.

   "No!  We're...  we're going to a motel this afternoon!" Candy announced
defiantly.

   Laura flinched with that remark, but she would never let the girl knew
that it hurt her.

   "Well, have a good time," Laura said.

   "You ...  you don't care!  You just don't care, do you?" Candy demanded.

   "I care very much, Candy," Laura responded sincerely, "but I don't
really see that there is much I can do about it.  I love my husband and
I'll be here waiting for him when he's through with you."

   "You dirty bitch!" Candy screamed as she jumped up and ran for the front
door.  "I'm sorry I came here!"

   "I'll bet you are," Laura said, but the door had already slammed behind
the distraught seventeen-year-old girl.

   Candy ran down the block and climbed into her VW-Beetle.  She was crying
so hard she had to wipe her eyes to see the ignition.  When she turned the
key, nothing happened.  She turned it again and again until she finally
accepted the fact that her battery was dead.

   She had been meaning to buy a new battery, but she kept putting it off
because she spent all of her free time with Jack.

   "How can I face him today!" she cried.  The young girl dropped her head
to the steering wheel and let go to have a good, self-indulgent cry.

   Candy did not want to go to the office.  That bitch of a wife had
probably already called him and told him that she had been there!  Jack
would be furious!

   She couldn't go home and endure the endless questions her mother would
subject her to because she wasn't working.  She cried and cried, wanting to
purge her system so that she could think logically.

   Candy's head was still bent over the steering wheel when Laura backed
the Mustang out of the garage and drove past the parked Beetle.

   Laura herself was so preoccupied she failed to notice Candy slumped over
the steering wheel in the parked car as she passed.

   Chapter 12

   After a few minutes Candy composed herself and walked to the nearest gas
station.  The mechanic drove her back in the tow truck and checked her
battery.

   "It's below normal," he said, "But it has plenty of juice left to start
the car.  Must be the starter that's bad."

   Candy moaned when he told her that he would have to go to the Volkswagen
agency to get a starter.  He offered to let her ride with him, but Candy
didn't like the way he was eyeing her and said she'd rather remain with her
car.

   Thus Candy Delany was sitting in her car when Laura drove back with the
three young boys.

   Candy had little desire to talk to Laura again so she stayed low in the
seat.  Once Laura had passed and entered the Norton driveway, Candy sat up
and idly watched the boys climb out of the car.  Candy was terribly
depressed and gave Laura and the boys only idle interest until something in
the way the black boy moved ran an intuitive bell in her mind.  Was
something going on here?

   "They're too young," Candy said softly, shaking her head and smiling at
herself for being suspicious.

   She watched Laura unlock the door and usher the three young boys inside,
then returned to her own problems.

   Once they were inside the living room, ten-year-old Peter Carlson hit
twelve-year-old Donnie Mason on the arm and accused him of pushing.

   "Boys!  Boys!" Laura snapped.  "Now just calm down.  Why don't you go
out in the backyard and play darts?"

   Laura was definitely not herself today.  She was short of patience and
ready to jump at every little sound.  And it certainly wasn't the
children's fault!

   "Is everything okay?" Matt asked Laura when the other two ran out to the
patio.

   "Sure, Matt," Laura said.  "Everything is fine.  Go out with the others
and I'll be with you in a minute."

   "Okay."

   Laura walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet and took down the
bottle of vodka.  She never drank in the morning, but today was an
exception!  Laura poured a stiff straight shot and downed it.  Candy had
unsettled her this morning.

   Laura could have killed Jack for getting the young girl pregnant!  And
while none of it was her doing, she was involved whether she liked it or
not!  What amass!

   Once again she tilted the vodka bottle, but this time she half filled a
water tumbler with the clear liquor.  If she could just relax.

   So they were going to a motel this afternoon and fuck!  The thought
absolutely infuriated Laura!  If Jack wanted to dump Candy, why didn't he
dump her?  Why keep it alive?  Maybe he thought he was letting her down
gently, but as far as Laura was concerned he was just prolonging the agony
for the young girl.

   And how did he think Laura felt when he was off in a motel balling the
seventeen-year-old girl?  She drained the tumbler and almost gagged as the
burning alcohol raced down her throat into her empty stomach.

   "Just one more," she said aloud as she once again half filled the water
glass with vodka.  Laura knew that they'd have to face it now.  No more
burying it and hoping it would vanish.  Candy had brought it to a head and
she would have to have the dreaded confrontation with Jack--probably
tonight!

   She shook her head sadly and drained the glass of vodka.  Then she
walked outside and watched the three young boys playing darts.  It was a
spirited, highly vocal game and she smiled as she watched them play.

   It was when she got up to walk back into the house for her pack of
cigarettes that the vodka first hit her.  Her vision blurred and her knees
seemed rubbery.  Laura smiled to herself.  She shouldn't have taken so much
on an empty stomach, but she'd be careful and the boys wouldn't know.

   "Can we go swimming, Laura?" Mutt asked eagerly when Laura returned to
the patio.  "These guys don't believe I can swim and I want to show them."

   "Sure!" Laura said brightly.  A swim would be just the thing to help
compensate for all the vodka she had consumed.  "You all change in the
bathroom, but don't go in the water until I come out, okay?"

   "Can't we swim in the nude?" Matt asked.

   "Yeah!" Peter Mason added.  "We want to skinny dip!"

   "Please!" Matt insisted.

   "It's fine with me," Laura laughed.

   "Hey!" Donnie cried.

   "Great!" Mutt said.

   The three young boys began stripping, leaving their clothes on the patio
in heaps as they stepped out of them.  Laura saw Mats give Peter a broad
wink, but she completely missed the significance of the signal.

   The forty-two-year-old woman was too busy watching the nude bodies of
the young boys.  When Peter slipped out of his undershorts, Laura smiled
appreciatively.  The twelve-year-old boy had a nice penis.  It wasn't as
thick as Matt's but it was every bit as long in its flaccid state.

   At the age of ten, Donnie Mason was the smallest of the group both in
stature and genital organs.  His penis was less than three inches long, but
the child's crotch fascinated Laura.  It was almost completely devoid of
pubic hair and his little prick and balls seemed helplessly naked.

   Laura chided herself when she realized that she had been staring openly
at the boys' crotches.  She would have to be more careful!  The trouble was
that she didn't seem to be in complete control of herself.  Her head was
swimming!

   "Hey, aren't you going to skinny dip with us?" Matt asked, coming up to
Laura with his darling black cock swaying between his long legs.  "You said
we couldn't go in the water without you."

   "What?  Oh!  Sure, Matt," she replied.  She needed a dip in that pool in
the worst way to clear her head--and the sooner the better.  "I'll get my
suit."

   "Aw!" Matt exclaimed.  "We're going in nude!"

   "Yeah!" the other two little boys chimed in.

   "Do you want me to go in nude with you?" Laura asked.

   "Sure!"

   "Yeah!"

   Laura smiled.  The precious little boys were so eager.  Even in her
numbed condition she realized that Donnie and Peter bad probably never seen
a naked woman and they wanted her to show them her body.  Why not?

   "Okay!" she laughed, pulling her dress over her head.

   "Gee!"

   "Great!"

   Laura heard one of the boys gasp aloud when she unhooked her bra and
bared her large breasts to their curious, hungry eyes.  She smiled, stepped
out of her shoes and quickly roiled her pantyhose down.  There was another
sharp intake of breath when her thick bush was bared to their young eyes.
Well, let them get a good look!  she told herself.

   Laura trotted on unsteady legs to the edge of the pool and dove in.  The
cool water was a shock at first and helped dear her head.  She swam a quick
lap and then held onto the side of the pool to catch her breath.

   "Okay," Matt, show us bow you can swim!" she called Laura's eyes
followed the black boy's lanky body as he walked to the shallow end.  His
ebony cock seemed to sway like an elephant's trunk between his muscular
thighs as he walked.  Why did she have this fixation on cocks?

   Matt lowered himself into the water and quickly swam three lateral laps
of the pool.

   "Gee!" Donnie Mason exclaimed with envy.  "I thought he was bullin' us,"
Peter said with admiration, "but he really can swim!"

   "Will you teach me, Laura?" Donnie cried excitedly.  "Please!"

   "Me too!" Peter chimed in.

   "Okay, boys," Laura laughed.  They were so natural and uninhibited
standing there naked at the edge of the pool.  "But Matt is going to help
me."

   Laura swam leisurely to the shallow end and stood up.  She noticed both
Peter and Donnie's eyes follow her breasts.

   "I'll take Peter and you help Donnie," Laura said to Matt.  "Just teach
him the way I taught you.  First we have to learn how to float."

   Her choice was fortunate.  Matt's patience began to wear thin quickly,
but ten-year-old Donnie learned fast.  He was relaxed and floating in the
water in a matter of minutes.

   Peter was something else!  The twelve-year-old boy exhibited a fear of
the water and thrashed about instead of relaxing.  His antics got Laura to
giggling and it was all she could do to support him with her hand against
his back.

   Even in her intoxicated state Laura's brain was functioning well enough
to wonder if some of Peter's antics weren't deliberate.  Every time he
began to sink he grabbed for her and his little hands seemed to always find
her breasts.

   It was when she laughingly announced that she gave up that Peter
suddenly learned to relax and float in the water.  Laura had to resist the
urge to playfully goose the little devil!

   Laura climbed out of the pool and stretched out on a lounge chair to
bask in the warm morning sun while Matt took on the task of teaching the
two boys how to kick their feet.  Laura smiled as she watched them.  Matt
was a good teacher, perhaps a little impatient and too serious, but
dedicated to what he was doing.

   At the end of a half hour Donnie had learned to swim almost halfway
across the width of the pool.  Peter was not doing nearly as well.  It's
funny how some seem to have natural ability, Laura mused to herself as she
got up and walked over to the pool to see if she could help Peter.

   She worked with the twelve-year-old boy as well as she could for a few
minutes, but it was obvious that Peter was both tired and had lost
interest.

   "Okay, why don't we just relax for a while?" she suggested.

   Peter stood near her in the water staring openly at her breasts.  Matt
and Donnie frolicked in the water for a couple of minutes and then moved
over to stand around Laura.

   "The guys think you have a real sexy body," Matt said boldly.  "Don't
you, guys?"

   "Yeah!" Donnie cried.

   "You sure do!" Peter remarked.

   "Well, thank you, boys," Laura chuckled.  "You're pretty sexy
yourselves."

   "Well, thank you, boys," Laura chuckled.  "You're pretty sexy
yourselves."

   "Can we touch you?" Matt asked.

   "Well ..." Laura hesitated.

   "Please!" Matt pleaded.  "They've never seen a girl naked before."

   "Well..."

   "Please, Laura!" Donnie pleaded.

   "Okay," she said softly.

   All three of the pre-teenage boys moved toward her at the same time. 
Donnie boldly reached out an placed his hand on her breast.  Then Peter did
the same.  The touch of the gently probing fingers sent sparks flying
through Laura's body.  Within less than a minute, Laura felt six warm
little hands probing every inch of her body.  Matt was behind her and was
caressing her bottom.  Peter had brought his hand up between her legs and
was probing her nest.

   The forty-two-year-old woman closed her eyes for a moment and luxuriated
in the incredible sensation of having six eager little hands caressing her
body at the same time.

   "AAAaaahhhh!!" she mewled as waves of desire began coursing through her
system.

   Laura reached out and grasped two hard little cocks in her hands.  Both
Peter and Donnie were rigidly erect and she could feel their pricks quiver
to her touch.

   Laura released the boys cocks quickly and shook her head in an effort to
clear her swimming brain.  A combination of the vodka in her veins and the
six cute little hands fondling her body had her nervous system at fever
pitch!

   She was about to tell the boys to stop and make them get out of the pool
and get dressed when she remembered Candy telling her that she and Jack
were going to a motel this afternoon.  If Jack could climb in bed with his
seventeen-year-old mistress, why couldn't she have fun with these darling
boys?  Jack wasn't the only one who could satisfy his lust!

   "OOOohhh!" she moaned when Matt suddenly inserted his finger into her
vagina.

   "I told the guys we might have some real fun today, Laura," Matt said
quietly, his mouth close to her ear as he stood behind her and held his
hand between her legs.

   Laura hesitated for a minute.  Had she been entirely sober she might
have held back, but the combination of alcohol m her veins and the boys
loving hands made her reckless.

   "Why not!" she laughed, reaching out once again and taking the two young
boys cocks in her hands.  "Oh, Donnie's prick is nice and hard.  And so is
Peter's!"

   "Why don't we get out of the pool?" Matt suggested.

   Laura walked over to the ladder holding both hard pricks in her hands.
The feeling of having two hard cocks in her hands at the same time excited
her an.  made her pulse quicken.  She'd always wondered what it would be
like to have sex with more than one man.

   "OH!" she gasped when, as she was climbing up the ladder, a finger was
shoved deep into her cunt from behind.  Instead of jumping, Laura held onto
the ladder and sat back on the invading finger and rode it for a moment
with an excited laugh.

   When she pulled herself out of the pool, Laura walked quickly over to
the lounge chair and stretched out on her back.  The three young boys
followed her eagerly and she found herself surrounded by delightful young
men with hungry, lust-filled expressions in their eyes as they stared down
at her body.  She also had three hard pricks sticking out above her prone
body.

   "What ...  what should we do first?" Matt asked eagerly.

   "Why don't you lick my pussy while I play with these lovely, hard
cocks?" Laura giggled.

   The forty-two-year-old woman spread her thighs apart and watched Matt's
ebony skin glisten in the sunlight as he quickly knelt between her thighs
on the lounge chair.  Her body trembled in anticipation as she watched his
smiling face lower to her waiting cunt.  His pink tongue darted out between
his black lips.

   "OOOOoooooohhh!!  God, yes, Matt!" she moaned when his tongue
immediately began licking her slit and flicking back and forth across her
sensitive clitoris.  "Move up, boys," she urged as the other two children
edged up on either side of the lounge chair.

   Laura felt a violent tremor sweep through her system when she reached up
and wrapped her fingers around a stiff prick on either side of her.

   "Let me taste this delicious cock, Peter," she said, turning her head to
his side and opening her mouth.  "Put it in my mouth."

   Peter Carlson braced his knees against the cushion on the chair and
leaned down to bring his aching prick to the older woman's open and waiting
mouth.  The twelve-year-old boy was so excited he didn't know if he could
control himself!  Laura had such a sexy body.  Her tits were so big and
firm!

   "WOW!" Peter gasped when he felt the older woman's lips close around his
throbbing shaft.  Her tongue was moving all over and around his stiff penis
and fantastic new sensations were surging through the innocent child's
body.

   Laura's body quaked when she drew Peter's hard prick into her mouth. 
Young cocks were even more intoxicating to her than vodka!  The boy's
virginal penis had a delightful taste and she loved the way she could feel
his pulse beating against her tongue as she swirled it around his rigid
organ!

   She held Donnie's small prick in her hand and fondled and stroked it
while she sucked on Peter's root.  And all the while the black child was
eating her cunt as if he was starved to death!  His tongue lapped up and
down her slit, dipped inside her cunt, flicked across her erect and
quivering clitoris and teased her until she was in a frenzy of passion!

   "Is that fun, Matt?" Donnie asked as he watched his black friend lapping
at the woman's humping sex.

   "You bet!" Matt replied with an almost obscene swipe of his tongue
around his lips.

   "Can I try it?" Donnie asked.

   "Can Donnie lick your pussy, Laura?" Matt asked.

   Laura reluctantly released Peter's throbbing prick from her mouth long
enough to reply.

   "Sure!"

   "Show me how to do it!" Donnie cried as he pulled his prick free of the
older woman's warm, loving hand and crawled up on the chair beside the
black boy.

   Matt reached out with both hands and spread the lips of Laura's wet
pussy.

   "This here is her hole," Matt began explaining.

   "That's where a guy puts his prick when he fucks her."

   "Gee!  Can I feel it?"

   "Sure," Matt replied.  "Stick your finger in it."

   The ten-year-old boy reached out and shoved his finger into the older
woman's gaping hole.

   Laura pulled Peter closer to her and drew his cock deep into her warm
throat while she cradled the twelve-year-old boy's-surging balls in her
hand.  Listening to the two boys between her leg talk about her cunt and
play with it was driving her right out of her mind!  She felt Donnie's
probing finger slide into her vagina and she almost had an orgasm at the
moment!

   "This here is her secret button," Matt said, placing his black finger on
Laura's clitoris.  "This is what you lick and suck when you really want to
make her hot.  Try it!"

   The forty-two-year-old woman's hairy sex fascinated the young boy as he
leaned down to bring his mouth to the pink meat of her pussy.  He aimed his
tongue at her erect bud and licked it as if it was a postage stamp.

   "UUIJUUUuuuuuummmmmm!!!" Laura mumbled.  Donnie's tongue on her clitoris
sent electric charges sweeping through her body as she ran her lips up and
down the length of Peter's deliciously fresh prick.

   Then Laura felt the boys moving around.  She knew that Donnie was
sitting on her tummy because she could feel his hard little packer digging
into her flesh.  She felt Matt's hands under her knees lifting them up.

   "You lick her up there and I'll lick her down here," Matt's voice said.

   Laura felt two mouths and tongues in her slit and her body went wild. 
They were both licking her at the same time!  Matt was running his tongue
all over and around her asshole and getting her good and wet while Donnie's
inexperienced young mouth was probing her clitoris and vaginal opening!

   "Holy...  WOW!" Peter Carlson cried when his balls suddenly exploded to
send their hot load splashing into the older woman's throat.  The way she
pumped his nuts in her hand while she sucked and sucked on his hard root
almost hurt, but Peter loved it!

   Laura's body was writhing all over the lounge chair as she drank the
heady nectar from the virginal boy's prick.  She sucked and swallowed and
felt her own body quake with a violent series of spasms as the two boys at
her crotch licked her to orgasm.

   "OOOOOoooooohhhhhh!  AAAAAAaiiliuieeeeeeeee!!!!" she cried when Peter's
flaccid prick slid out of her mouth.  Laura was so consumed by her intense
climax, she did not hear the sound of the tow truck pulling away from the
curb out front.

   Seventeen-year-old Candy Delany was upset about paying the mechanic
thirty-five dollars for fixing her car and was about to climb in and drive
off when she heard the sound of excited voices coming faintly from the
Norton backyard.  Normally, Candy would have ignored them and driven off,
but something made her want to see what was going on back there.  She
closed her car door quietly and walked around the side of the Norton house.

   The back of the Norton home was closed off by a six-foot, ivy-covered
gate and Candy couldn't see anything at all.  She was about to turn back to
her car when she could have sworn she heard Laura's excited voice cry out,
"Yes, fuck me!"

   Candy's curiosity got the best of her and she began searching for a way
to see over the fence.  There was a tree growing in the corner of the yard
and Candy headed for it.  She'd have to climb the tree.  Candy hesitated
for a moment.  She'd look silly climbing the tree if anybody saw her, but
she didn't give a damn!  She had to see what was going on back there!

   Slipping out of her heels, she reached up for a sturdy branch and began
pulling herself up.  It was difficult, but her youth served her and she
managed to pull herself up to where she could look over the fence.

   The sight that greeted her eyes almost made her cry out!  Less than
twenty feet away four naked bodies were humping and grinding on a lounge
chair.  The black boy was on his back on the chair and Laura was straddling
his body.  The child's ebony cock was buried deep in her hairy cunt!

   Laura had her bead turned to the side and was hungrily sucking the
youngest boy's prick.

   While Candy watched, the other boy came up behind Laura's back with his
cock in his band.  Candy watched the boy clumsily kneel behind Laura and
press his hard cock into her asshole.

   My God, Candy said to herself, she's taking one in her cunt and another
up her ass at the same time!  And all the while she's giving the youngest
boy a blow-job!

   The erotic sight caused a familiar itch between the seventeen-year-old
girl's thighs, but Candy managed to push this aside with the knowledge that
now she had Laura Norton right where she wanted her!  A little reluctantly
she began lowering herself out of the tree to rush downtown to Jack Norton.

   Laura was so excited she felt like an animal in heat!  The feeling of
having two hard pricks fucking her at the same time was the most thrilling
experience she had ever had!

   Matt's hard, black prick was driving in and out of her vagina like a
piston and she could feel Peter's rigid rod digging into her bowels at the
same time.  Their two darling pricks rubbed against each other through the
thin membrane separating her two canals with each delightful thrust!

   Donnie, meanwhile, was standing beside her and jabbing his hard, thin,
little cock into her mouth.  She had three hard cocks inside her body at
the same moment!

   "Fuck her faster, Pete!" Matt groaned as he jerked his hips and sent his
throbbing dick deep into her womb.

   "It's so tight!" Peter grunted as he shoved and shoved on his prick in
her asshole.

   "Boy, is this fun!" Bonnie cried as he stared down to see his aching
little prick sliding in and out of the woman's warm, wonderful mouth.

   The separate sensations were almost too much for the forty-two-year-old
woman.  They melded and blended into a frantic animal like intensity. 
Laura concentrated on sucking Donnie's deliciously young and virginal
prick. She rolled it around on her tongue, caressed it with her cheeks and
grazed it lovingly with her teeth while she fondled the child's naked balls
in her hand.

   "Hey, let's all shoot off together!" Matt groaned.  "We'll all do it at
the same time and she can have all three together!  I'm ready.  How about
you, Peter?"

   "Hell, yes!" the boy cried as he sent his shaft probing the depths of
the woman's hot ass.

   "And you, Donnie?" Matt moaned.

   "Almost, I think."

   "All right," Matt grunted.  "I'll count to three and we'll all shoot
off. Ready?  One..."

   Laura could hardly believe this was happening!  Hearing them talk about
it and get ready to come inside her seemed to double her excitement!  She
wondered to herself if she could wait for them!

   "Two..." Matt moaned.  "Let's really give it to her!  Three!  Now! 
YYYYYYyyyyyyiiiiiiliieeeeeeeee!  I'm shooting!"

   "WOW!  So am I!" Peter cried.

   "Me toooooobooooo!!!!" Donnie groaned as he felt his balls expand and
erupt to send his hot juice into the woman's warm mouth.

   Laura almost fainted!  She felt Matt's black stick explode in her vagina
and his hot sperm filling her cunt.  At almost the same instant, Peter been
pumping his come into her ass.  And Donnie's precious little prick spurted
into her throat!

   She felt like she was being drowned in their hot juices!  It was in her
bowels, up her cunt and in her throat!  Tidal waves of come seemed to sweep
through her body, inundating her every sense and scalding her every nerve
ending!  She seemed to ride each wave and crash against a wall of orgasm
with each quake!

   The alcohol in her veins made her dizzy and she blacked out twice for an
instant.

   "OH...  MY...  GOD!" Laura gasped when Bonnie pulled his now limp penis
from her mouth.

   "Was it good?" Matt asked eagerly.

   "I've...  never....  felt...  anything...  like that...  that...  in ...
my...  life!" Laura said between sighs as she slowly raised her body from
Matt's still rigid cock and sat on the edge of the lounge chair.

   "That was lots of fun!" Peter said.

   Laura wished her head would stop swimming as she rested with the naked
young boys.  Her temples were pounding and she knew that she would have a
splitting headache if she didn't have another drink soon.  Hands were all
over her body again, kneading her heaving breasts and caressing her wet
pussy.  She knew that they wanted to keep going, but the forty-two-year old
woman also knew that she simply couldn't take any more!

   The intensity of her orgasms had exhausted her and she had nothing left
to give!

   The boys were disappointed when she insisted that they get dressed, but
Laura was firm.  She went into the kitchen and had a short drink before she
drove them to Denny's across from the facility and bought them hamburgers
and shakes before delivering them back to the facility for the day.

   Chapter 13

   When she arrived back at the house, Laura showered and changed into a
lounging robe.  She had overcome the swimming sensations in her head, but
she still had a pleasant glow on.

   She sat in the living room sipping a vodka slowly.  Laura wanted to
maintain her glow, but she didn't want to be drunk when Jack came home. 
They bad no choice but to face the issue of Candy and her pregnancy
tonight.

   Laura let out a deep sigh and took a quick sip from her vodka when she
heard Jack's car pull into the driveway.  Instead of going to meet him at
the door, she remained seated on the couch and waited.

   The haggard expression on Jack's face when he walked into the living
room brought sympathy welling in Laura's breast.  He looked like he had
been through seven kinds of hell!

   "I guess we need to talk things," Jack sighed.  "But I need a drink
first."

   "Want me to fix you one?"

   "I'll do it," he replied going into the kitchen.  "Refill?"

   "Please.  Straight vodka," Laura remarked.

   "Yeah, I guess it's a straight vodka talk, isn't it?"

   "Candy came by this morning, Jack," Laura called as he poured the drinks
in the kitchen.  "Did you know that?"

   "She told me this afternoon," Jack remarked as he came in and banded
Laura her drink and took a seat across from her.  "I was furious when I
found out, Laura.  I want you to know that I didn't have anything to do
with that at all."

   "I believe that, Jack," Laura smiled.  "Want to tell me how you feel
about Candy and her pregnancy?"

   "It's a stupid, terrible mistake," Jack sighed.

   "Do you want to marry her?" Laura asked taking a sip of vodka.

   "No," Jack replied immediately.  "And I've told her that."

   "She told me," Laura said.  "She said that you wanted her to get an
abortion."

   "I still do," Jack said.  "It's the only sensible thing to do."

   "I agree."

   "But she won't do it," Jack said in a depressed voice.  "Her goddamned
religion and all of that."

   "So?" Laura prompted.

   "I don't know, Laura!" Jack snapped, standing and beginning to pace the
room slowly.  "I won't marry her under any circumstances.  She'll just have
to face that.  It's a stinking mess!"

   "One that somehow has to be solved," Laura sighed, draining her glass
nervously.  "Would you pour me another vodka?"

   "Sure," Jack replied taking her glass and walking to the kitchen.  "By
the way, did you know that Candy came back here about noon today?" be
called from the kitchen.

   Laura bolted forward on the couch.  Could Candy have seen her with the
boys?  Noon?  Noon?  Oh, my god!  Laura said to herself.  How much does he
know?

   "Oh?" she replied.

   "I don't suppose there's any use batting around with this," Jack said as
he came back and handed her the cocktail.  "Candy told me she climbed up in
a tree and saw you balling three little boys out by the pool.  I can't
believe half what she says at this point, Laura.  It that true?"

   Laura hesitated a long time before she replied.  She took a long sip of
her drink and considered lying to him, but she didn't want that between
them for the rest of their lives.

   "Yes, Jack," she said slowly, "it's true."

   "My god, Laura!" Jack cried.

   "Don't 'my god' me!" she snapped quickly.  "You've been fucking that
little redhead for months!  You've even got living proof that you've
satisfied your lust, Jack!  I saw the two of you on the boat and beard her
talk about how you'd taught her all about sex, for Christ's sake!  So why
does it shock you that I've found a way to take care of my needs?"

   "But...  But those are little children!" Jack protested weakly.

   "How old is Candy, Jack?" Laura shot back.  "And those little children
have nice hard cocks, believe me!  They aren't like that limp thing you
bring to bed every night!"

   "Jesus!" Jack exclaimed as be drained his drink and went out to pour
himself another.

   When he returned to the living room he looked like a beaten man.

   "Jack," Laura said, "we've been married long enough to be honest with
each other.  When you think about it, we've done the same things.  How can
one of us get mad at or blame the other?  Sure, you started it with
Candy--probably before that with others, and I only just began.  But so
what?"

   Laura was angry with herself.  She couldn't seem to get her mouth to say
the words clearly or even express the idea that was fleeting through her
mind.

   "What are you trying to say, Laura?" Jack asked in a soft, depressed
tone of voice.

   "I...  I don't know, Jack," Laura responded.  "I don't know about you,
but I don't want a divorce.  As crazy as it may sound, I still, love you,
Jack.  I guess I'm saying that hell, I can live with it if you can."

   "I...  well, I don't want a divorce, either," Jack said.  "That's what I
tried to tell you when I said I wouldn't marry Candy.  Are you saying that
you think that we can straighten everything out, Laura?"

   "I'm not sure of that, Jack," Laura laughed.  "How are you going to feel
the next time you run into a pretty young girl who wants to be laid?  Won't
you want to lay her?  Be honest!"

   "Christ, you know me, don't you?" Jack chuckled.

   "Sure, you're a human being, Jack," Laura laughed.

   "And how would you react to that?" Jack asked softly.

   "Well, now I think I would understand it," Laura said sensuously.  "We
all need a little variety in our sex life..  But if we're going to remain
married, I don't think we should forsake each other sexually."

   "I agree.  That's been my fault.  Would you believe that I'm getting a
hard-on just thinking about making love to you right now?"

   "Seeing that prick hard would be a welcome change," Laura laughed.

   "Would ...  would you keep on with your little boys?" Jack asked,
sitting down next to his wife on the couch.

   "I don't honestly know," Laura replied.  "If you kept me satisfied,
Jack, and I need plenty of sex, I might not want them.  While they're
exciting, they're terribly young and inexperienced.  The point is, if I'm
willing to accept your occasional flings, are you willing to grant me the
same?"

   "I...  Well, hell, how could I refuse?" Jack laughed.  "Fair is fair."

   Jack reached over and unbuttoned the top of Laura's robe and reached
inside to tenderly fondle her breasts.

   "Ummmnun!  That feels nice," Laura moaned as she placed her hand in her
husband's lap and rubbed the bulging hardness at his groin.  "But before we
get carded away, darling, what are we going to do about Candy?"

   At that moment the front door opened and Candy walked into the living
room.

   "I followed you home and just couldn't wait out there any longer!" Candy
said.  "Have you told her?"

   "Right now," Jack chuckled to Laura, "we're going to fix Candy a drink
and let her catch up."

   "My god!" Candy exclaimed.  "You're playing with each other!"

   "Come over here and sit down, Candy," Laura sighed a little drunkenly.
"But close the door first.  We don't need any more of an audience.  We've
worked things out."

   "Oh!" Candy retorted suspiciously as she slammed the door and walked
over to sit on the end of the sofa.  "I don't think I'm going to like what
you've worked out."

   "Here, drink this," Jack said, handing her a water glass half filled
with vodka.

   "You know I don't drink," she said to Jack.

   "Maybe she's too young to drink, Jack," Laura said sarcastically.

   "You bitch!" Candy snapped, placing the glass to her lips and draining
it in one long swallow.  She gagged and almost choked as the alcohol burned
down her throat.  "Shit!"

   "No, Candy," Jack laughed, taking the glass from her hand and quickly
refilling it, "vodka.  Have another and we'll all be even.  Then we can
work this out."

   "I...I..."

   "Jack, don't make the child drink if she doesn't want to," Laura
chuckled meanly.

   "Bitch!" Candy snapped, draining the glass again in a long, single
swallow again to show them that she could imagine calling her a child!

   Jack refilled their glasses and sat down between his wife and girl
friend on the couch.

   "Laura and I were talking it all out when you came," he said.  "You see,
Laura and I have been completely honest with each other."

   "We've concluded that we're a couple of degenerates," Laura added in a
slurred voice.  "We're sex maniacs, Candy.  We love anything and everything
about sex."

   "I...  I saw that this afternoon," Candy remarked sarcastically.  The
seventeen-year-old girl took a deep breath to clear the dizziness that
suddenly overcame her.  She had never tasted liquor before and because she
had been too upset to eat anything all day the vodka was rushing through
her system.  It was so hot in the house!

   "Did you?" Laura smiled.  "Did you see me take a cock up my ass and in
my cunt at the same time, Candy?  It was fantastic!"

   "Did you do that?" Jack asked quickly.

   "She did!" Candy said, shaking her head as the room seemed to whirl
about her.

   "Did it turn you on to watch, Candy?" Laura asked softly.  "Be honest!"

   "Well...  I guess--a little," Candy admitted.  "It was pretty sexy to
see you with three cocks in you at the same time."

   "Three?" Jack said.

   "She was sucking another boy while the other two fucked her," Candy
said.

   "Jesus!" Jack exclaimed.

   "If it turned you on, Candy," Laura persisted, "doesn't that prove that
what you're in love with is sex and the pleasure it gives you?"

   "I ...  I don't ..."

   "I am," Laura laughed.  "I want to experience everything there is to
experience in sex.  God, it's hot in here!"

   Laura stood on shaky legs and quickly dropped her lounging robe to the
floor and stepped out of it.

   "It is stifling in here!" Candy said, hardly noticing that the older
woman was standing naked before them.  "Can't we open a window or
something?"

   "Take your clothes off," Laura giggled.  "We don't want an audience, do
we, Jack?"

   "God no!" Jack laughed.

   "Maybe you don't want Jack to compare your body to mine, though," Laura
said wickedly.  "I doubt that your tits will match these," she added,
cupping her heavy breasts in her hands and squeezing her nipples out.

   "You must he kidding!" Candy said defiantly, but she made no move to
take her clothes off.

   "Oh, look!" Laura cried.  "Jack has a hard-on!"

   "You'd better believe it!" Jack laughed.

   "Take your pants off, darling, so we can see it!" Laura said, taking
Jack's hand and pulling him to his feet.  She giggled like a school girl as
she helped him take his clothes off.

   Candy was shocked!  They were undressing in front of her!  What in the
world were they thinking of!  She knew that she should get up and run out
of this madhouse, but she couldn't seem to coordinate her brain and her
body.

   Even worse, Candy felt a growing tension between her thighs as she
watched the married couple.  She saw Laura stand in front of Jack and take
his long, hard cock in her hand and openly stroke it!  Were they crazy?

   "Does Candy suck cock better than I do, Jack?" Laura asked.  "Or is she
as inexperienced as she looks?"

   Laura delighted in goading the girl!  She saw Candy's pretty young mouth
drop open at her remark and she smiled.  Laura's knees were trembling and
stopped fighting it and dropped to a kneeling position on the floor in
front of Jack.

   Holding his hard, throbbing cock in her hand, Laura slowly brought the
fat, swollen head to her mouth and slipped her lips around it.

   "Jack, for God's sake!" Candy cried when she saw Laura take his cock in
her mouth.

   "What, Candy?"

   "Are...  are you going to...  to let her do that!" Candy demanded.

   "Of course," Jack laughed.  "It feels great!  Laura can really suck a
cock."

   "Better than I can?" Candy cried desperately.

   "I can't really remember," Jack laughed.  Laura let his cock slide out
of her mouth for a moment and continued stroking it in her hand.

   "Take your clothes off and get down here and let him judge," Laura
suggested.  "I'm not afraid of a cocksucking contest, are you, Candy?"

   "Of course not," Candy snapped before she thought.

   If only her head would stop swimming!  This whole thing was crazy!  They
were mad, absolutely mad!  Then why did she want to show Laura up?  Was she
mad, too?  She was carrying this man's baby.  Didn't they understand that?

   Candy unconsciously began unzipping her dress.  Laura saw the girl begin
taking her clothes off and smiled.

   "She's going to do it, Jack," Laura announced.  "We're going to give you
a chance to judge who's the best at sucking cock.  I thought she'd chicken
out."

   "So did I," Jack chuckled.

   "I'll show you both!" Candy cried defiantly.

   "Wells let me sit down," Jack said.  "My legs aren't too steady at this
point." Jack flopped down on the couch and Laura crawled up into a kneeling
position between his legs.

   "I'll start while she's getting her clothes off," Laura announced,
taking Jack's cock in her hands and bringing her mouth to the throbbing
tip. Laura concentrated on sucking Jack's cock.  She ran her lips up and
down his shaft and ran her tongue all over his throbbing meat in her mouth.
When she felt Jack begin to respond, she began bobbing her head rapidly up
and down and took him deep into her throat.

   "Wow, Laura!" Jack gasped.  "That's real head!"

   "It's my turn!" Candy announced as she walked over and tried to pull
Laura from between his legs.

   Laura reluctantly let the seventeen-year-old girl pull her back.  She
backed down the sofa and watched the pretty teenager kneel between Jack's
hairy thighs.  She has quite a body, Laura remarked to herself as her eyes
moved slowly over the young girl's figure.

   Candy knew she was drunk!  Nothing seemed to work right and.  her
movements weren't well coordinated, but she wasn't going to back down from
this challenge!  Maybe she could show Jack that she was better and win him
away from Laura!

   The seventeen-year-old girl wrapped her fingers around the swollen base
of Jack's prick and drew it into her mouth.  She fluttered the tip of her
tongue against the slit at the head of his penis as she knew excited him.

   "OH!  Hey, that's good, Candy!" Jack moaned.

   Laura sipped her vodka and watched.  She was directly behind the
kneeling.  teenager and looking into her red muffed pussy.  Everything
Candy had was clearly visible to Laura.  The young girl's slit was a pretty
bright pink and glistened in the light of the room.

   There was one thing Laura hadn't tried in sex and she had consumed just
enough vodka to do it!  She wondered what it would be like to make it with
another girl?  Placing her cocktail on the coffee table, Laura stretched
out on her back on the sofa and slowly began sliding up so that her face
was directly below the kneeling girl's pussy.

   A tingle through the forty-two-year-old woman's body as she stared
directly up into the seventeen-year-Old girl's cunt.  Laura lifted her face
and placed her mouth on Candy's slit.  She drove her tongue up the girl's
crack until she had the tip pressed firmly on Candy's clitoris.

   "UUUuuummmmmmmmm!!" Candy mumbled through her mouthful of Jack's
straining prick when she felt a tongue on her cunt.  Sparks of desire began
raging in her veins and she sucked Jack's cock furiously.

   Laura smiled happily when she felt the teenager's cunt begin to vibrate
beneath her probing tongue.  She remembered how she liked to be licked and
she applied exactly that technique to Candy's now wet pussy.  She caressed
the girl's clitoris and nibbled at it gently until Candy's body was
writhing.

   Turning the young girl on like this was fun and Laura attacked Candy's
clitoris with a barrage of loving kisses.

   Candy was on fire!  The tongue in her crack was driving her out of her
mind!  She couldn't stand it!  She was going to ...  going to come!  She
removed her mouth from Jack's delightful cock and looked down to watch
Laura's mouth on her sex.

   "OOOOOOooooooooohhhhhh!!!" Candy cried.  "AAAaaahhh!!  OH...  I'M... 
GOING ...  TO...  COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEcceccccccece!!!!!!"

   Laura kept licking Candy's dripping slit until the girl pulled her
crotch away from the older woman's face.

   "Was that good, Candy?" Laura asked with an obscene lick of her lips.

   "Oh, yes!" Candy sighed.

   "You liked it?" Laura persisted.

   "I've...  I've never had it like that before!" Candy gasped.

   "Was it better than when Jack licked you?" Laura continued.

   "Yes!" Candy replied without reservation.

   "You see!" Laura said triumphantly.  "You're in love with sex, not
Jack!"

   "You...  you may be right," Candy said slowly.

   "Of course I'm right, Candy," Laura said warmly.  "And we can work
things out, don't worry.  We can share Jack for a while and we'll take care
of you."

   "You mean ...  you mean it could be the three of us?" Candy asked in her
alcoholic daze.

   "For a while, Candy," Laura said.  "We both like you and we'll keep that
cute little cunt of yours popping, don't worry.  Jack, why don't you fuck
Candy while she goes down on me?"

   "I'd better fuck somebody!" Jack exclaimed.  "I'm so damned hot I'm
ready to explode!"

   "Come on, Candy," Laura said warmly as she stretched out on her back on
the couch and spread her legs wide apart.  "Kneel between my legs and eat
my cunt like I ate yours.  Jack can get behind you and fuck you while
you're licking me."

   "But...  but I don't know how," Candy protested.

   "I didn't either, Candy," Laura laughed.  "You're the first girl I've
ever gone down on.  Just .do it to me the way you like it done to you."

   Candy allowed Jack to help her into a kneeling position between Laura's
thighs.  She looked at Laura's cunt and thought that Laura had the thickest
bush she'd ever seen.  As she leaned down to bring her mouth to Laura's
crotch, Candy could smell the heavy aroma of the older woman's afternoon
session with the young boys and it excited her.  She used her fingers to
part the thick lips of Laura's cunt and slipped her tongue into the older
woman's wet track.

   What was the difference between this and sucking Jack's cock?  the
seventeen-year-old girl asked herself.

   "Oh, yes!  OOOOooooohhh!!!" Laura cried when she felt Candy's tongue on
her clitoris.

   Jack Norton held his long, hard, straining cock in his hand as he knelt
behind Candy and crawled forward.  This had to be the sexiest situation
he'd ever been in-in his life!  He watched Candy lick Laura's cunt as he
guided his surging cock to Candy's tight young hole.  Jesus, he said to
himself, imagine making it with both of them like this!

   Jack pressed the head of his straining cock against Candy's hole and
thrust hard.

   "HOLY SHIT!" Candy cried when she felt her cunt suddenly stuffed with
Jack's hard, throbbing cock.

   "Feel good?" Laura asked.

   "WOW, YES!" Candy gasped as Jack began fucking her with long, hard
thrusts.

   "Don't worry about a thing, Candy," Laura said soothingly.  "Jack and I
have worked things out and we can work it out for you.  Now lick my cunt,
Candy !" Laura was so happy she wondered if she was dreaming!

   The End
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