Heather Brown

Wild housewife

Chapter One

A man in a raccoon costume was roller-skating around the stage and singing "Red Sails in the Sunset" in Pig Latin. As incredible as this sounds, what was even more incredible was that I was sitting there watching it of my own free will.

One of the panel of so-called celebrities gonged him and I felt a stabbing twinge of sadness. I was so depressed these days that rejection, even if it occurred on The Gong Show, stuck me like a knife. For a painful interlude there, I felt like I was the schnook in the ridiculous attire, being told that I wasn't wanted.

As another Gong Show contestant was hustled into the wings, I couldn't help feeling that my only companion, the television set, had betrayed me. At least when Let's Make A Deal had been on everyday nobody was rejected just for being a jerk. Now, on The Gong Show, all the misfits were receiving nothing but ridicule.

The Gong Show was almost over. A woman who had tap-danced underwater to "Fascinatin' Rhythm" was today's winner.

After a half-dozen commercials, a soap opera came on. I couldn't stand those things. Those people with all their problems-it was too much like real life.

Itching with frustration, I switched off the set and got up from my chair. Unfortunately I had nowhere to go but to a pile of dirty socks and underwear that needed washing, or a kitchen floor that needed something drastic done about its yellow waxy build-up.

I decided to pace for a while, smoke a few cigarettes, and try to burn away some of my tension. If I didn't calm down, I might do something desperate.

As I circled the living room, I found myself thinking about my husband. If only he would get a regular job instead of driving those damn cross-country trucks.

Although Ernie was gone sometimes for two or three weeks at a time, I was just supposed to carry on as though he came home every night at 5:30 like other men. When he did show up, he expected everything to be perfect. What if he got in off the road today? The house was a mess.

Over the years I had tried on more than one occasion to let Ernie know how I felt, but it always ended up in a shouting match. He never failed to remind me about all he'd done for me. "What haven't I bought you?" was how he always summed up h is side of the argument.

I couldn't deny that he was right, of course. Ernie was very generous with his hard-earned money. We had a house in the suburbs, and it was full of the latest gadgets. However, what my husband failed to understand was that none of it meant a thing to me.

For one thing I felt totally out of place in the suburbs. All of my neighbors had doctors, lawyers and businessmen for husbands-I felt embarrassed to admit that my husband drove a truck for a living. Consequently, I had no friends.

Now that she was growing up, my daughter was of no help either. Susan was a teenager now and had her own life. She seemed to want to be away from home as much as possible.

So most of the time it was just me, myself, and I. And, to tell you the truth, I was thoroughly sick of my own boring company.

When I was in the middle of my third cigarette, within minutes the doorbell rang. Even though it was undoubtedly just a salesman, I found myself excited. I was so bored that it would be a treat to talk to anybody from the outside world.

The guy standing at the door was a tall, handsome young man, probably in his early twenties. He was much handsomer than the usual run of door-to door salesmen.

"Hello there," he said with a smile. "My name is Brad Stevens and I represent the Mighty Atom Vacuum Cleaner Corporation."

"I already have a vacuum cleaner," I informed him.

"Not like the Mighty Atom," he grinned enthusiastically. "I guarantee you'll want to throw your present model away after you see a demonstration of the Atom. May I come in?"

Why not? I had nothing better to do. Besides, maybe I could get him to do some of my cleaning.

Once he was inside the door, Brad immediately went to work setting up his display model in the middle of my living room. I watched him intently not because I was interested in what he was selling, but because he was so good looking. It felt good being alone in the house with such a handsome man.

"Look at this section of carpet I've vacuumed," he said after scouring the area between my chair and the television set. "See how much brighter the natural color of the fabric is after just a few seconds of the Mighty Atom."

I pretended to be impressed, but that was only so he wouldn't leave. The only thing I was interested in was the company of the salesman, not his product.

Then he was eagerly showing me another feature of the Mighty Atom. "You just flip this switch," he pointed out, "and instead of sucking in, the hose blows out hot air. Perfect for drying your stockings and lingerie when you're in a hurry and it's raining outside."

When he insisted on a demonstration, I passively agreed.

"Feel that air," he said, holding the attachment out in front of him and pointing it at me after reversing the suction. "Isn't it something?"

Abruptly I felt a warm blast between my legs. When I looked down, I saw that my skirt was flying up around my thighs.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the salesman enthused. When I lifted my gaze to his face, I saw that his blue eyes were riveted to my exposed legs.

Immediately I blushed. In my usual apathy, I had not taken the trouble to put on any underwear when I'd dressed this morning. My skirt was within a couple of inches of the bush of my cunt, and there was nothing to stop this stranger from seeing it if I made a false move.

"Is there something wrong, ma'am?" he asked, still aiming the blast of hot air between my thighs.

"I-I think you'd better turn it off," I stammered self-consciously.

"Don't be embarrassed about me seeing your legs, ma'am," he startled me with his frankness.

"I-I beg your pardon."

"You have beautiful legs," he said with obvious sincerity. "I really enjoy looking at them."

"Please," I begged, but before I could stop him, he had raised his sights a few crucial inches. Now my hem was fluttering around my waist and the bearded triangle of my pussy was as obvious as the nose on my face.

I knew I should grab my skirt and pull it down, then order this impudent stranger from my house. However, this was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in weeks. The uncontrollable tingling between my legs told me so.

"I'll bet you get lonely sitting around here all day," the salesman stated as the hot air continued to blow my way.

"As a matter of fact I do," I admitted.

"I'll bet you were happy when I knocked on your door," he said demonstrating a keen understanding of the psyche of a bored housewife.

"Look, I'm satisfied with the vacuum cleaner I already have," I exclaimed, attempting to cut him off before things got out of hand. "And I have a dryer with a special delicate setting for my underthings."

"Is that where your panties are now?" he leered.

"No," I replied. "I just forgot to put them on this morning."

"I'm glad you did. Ordinarily, demonstrating vacuum cleaners can be a very uneventful job, even with a product as versatile as the Mighty Atom."

Now I panicked. It was clear that he was not about to back off.

To my surprise he switched off the motor and my skirt fell back into place. However, when I looked down and saw that the crotch of his pants was tautly bulging I was not so naive as to think that I was off the hook.

"Don't be afraid," he said, closing the gap between us and placing his open hands on my bra-less breasts. "You know you want it, don't you?"

"No, actually the vacuum cleaner I have has three years left on the guarantee," I lamely stated.

"You don't have to play games with me," he said. "I saw the way you checked out my crotch. You don't have to be ashamed that you want to make it with me."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I huffed, trying unsuccessfully to act as though the suggestion of his cock and balls was the last thing I had on my mind. In reality my brain was engorged with the burning image of a long, stiff prick and two throbbing testicles.

"Oh no, baby," he said with brazen confidence, "you've got it all wrong. There's no way you'd have answered the door with no panties on unless you were counting on the outside chance that ten inches of cock was waiting for you at the door."

Ten inches! My pussy started doing cartwheels. All of a sudden my crotch was dripping.

"You're telling me the truth when you say you're not interested in the Mighty Atom," he went on. "But that's only because you're so busy thinking about how much you want me to pick you up and take you into the bedroom and fuck you."

He pushed me back into my chair and lifted the bottom of my sweater. I didn't resist.

"No bra either," he grinned, just before my tits popped free. He gently grasped them, pushing them together so that he had both nipples ensnared in a single hand.

I was speechless. He manipulated me like I was his puppet, tossing my sweater to the floor so I was nude from the waist up. Below, my skirt was bunched again around my hips. My partially exposed cunt blazed like a piece of charcoal at the center of my itching thighs. A trickle of drool oozed from my slit, darkly staining the upholstery.

"Yeah, baby, you're ready for it, aren't you?" he whispered hotly in my ear. "You're like a bitch in heat. Your husband's been neglecting you, and you'll take it from anybody who's willing to unzip his pants."

In a wrenching insight I realized that the reason for my inability to reply was that what he was saying was true. In the last few years my sex-life with my husband had degenerated into something just this side of a big, fat zero. Ernie was on the road most of the time, and when he was home to fuck me it was just a crude slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing. More times than I cared to remember I wound up flat on my back with a pussyful of alien-feeling jizz, twitching with frustration, far short of having come myself.

"It's true, isn't it?" the salesman said, slipping a finger inside my twat and working it gently in and out. My cunt-lips instinctively clung to it as my senses began to boil. "Your husband has forgotten how to satisfy you. He's too busy to pay any attention to your needs as a woman. To your body. Your beautiful tits. To your hot, throbbing cunt. I can feel your pussy begging to be fucked."

Before I could formulate an answer, he dropped his face down to my breasts. His tongue darted out and flicked one nipple and then the other, then both at the same time. A warm, pulling sensation rippled down my stomach until I felt it in my crotch.

Another of his fingers wriggled to join the initial one within my snatch. Automatically I opened my thighs to accommodate his penetration. Losing control of myself, I moaned when he ran his large hand up and down my cunt, massaging and finger-fucking it simultaneously.

"Are you ready for the bedroom now, baby?" he breathed huskily into the cleavage of my compressed tits. "Are you ready to find out what ten inches of steel feels like?"

"Yes!" I blurted, giving in totally to my runaway senses. "Take me to bed and fuck me!"

"Say please."

"Please fuck me!" I exclaimed. "Rip me in two with your huge cock!"

After what seemed like forever, he stood up and began stripping away his clothes. My eyes were glued to his body as though he were the first naked man I'd ever seen.

When his jockey shorts came off, his cock jumped out at me. I'd never seen one so long and thick. It put my husband's prick to shame.

"I-I don't know if I can take that," I stuttered, reaching out in awe to touch his enormous tool. Not only was it ten inches in length, it was easily half of that in circumference. It seemed more like a battering-ram than an organ of the human body.

"You're just scared because you're used to your husband's dinky pop-gun," the salesman arrogantly declared. "Don't worry, your pussy will stretch to fit me."

He circled his arm around the waist of my skirt and ripped it from my body with a single yank. Now I was completely naked and bathed in a steaming sweat from my uncontrollable excitement.

"Carry me," I begged. "Carry me to bed. If we're going to make love, I want you to dominate me."

Picking me up like I was a bag of feathers, he slung me over his shoulder and made a bee-line for the bedroom. I bounced when he threw me onto the mattress.

My pussy burned with unquenchable desire as I lay there waiting for him to crawl between my legs. His tongue passed hungrily over his smiling lips as he sized me up, and I felt more desirable than I ever had in all my years of marriage.

"Please, please," I shamelessly implored, "stick it in me! Fuck me now or I'll die!"

A short while before I harbored a fear that his gigantic hard-on might tear me in two. Now I couldn't wait until it did. I was dying to feel my pussy ripped apart by his wondrously stiff bludgeon.

He eased down and rolled to top of me. He pried my legs as far apart as they would go and worked his cock into the gaping well of my thighs. Abruptly the massive head of his prick was brusquely knocking at the door of my cunt, pushing aside t he rubbery lips so it could get inside me.

"Ooooooh, that feels sooo goood," I moaned. "Put it in farther and really fuck me!"

He had been relatively gentle up until now, but when he saw this was making me impatient, he threw caution to the winds and lurched like he was having a seizure. All restraint was terminated as I felt his prick ram several thick inches within my tight, wet pussy.

"All the way!" I hysterically urged him. "Stick it in all the way and fuck me to your balls!"

Snorting more like an enraged bull than a polite, young vacuum cleaner salesman, Brad Stevens gored me with his big cock. As total penetration was achieved, my cunt throbbed and oozed just like a real wound.

As his cock pulsed inside my pussy, I was certain that its barbed head had surged all the way into my belly. Then he suddenly withdrew the staff all the way out to the crown before plunging it back in once more to the hilt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried deliriously, biting his shoulder. "Fuck me hard!"

"Go ahead and scream, baby," he said, oblivious to the blood I had drawn with my desperately gnashing teeth. "When your old man comes home, you can tell him what it feels like to be screwed by a real cock."

Then he began to jack-hammer me, pounding in and out with his beautiful hard-on with machine gunning bursts. Totally in tune with the furious action, I met each of his thrusts with an upward one of my own. I was performing stunts with my bucking loins of which I had never suspected I was capable.

"This is the best fuck I've ever had," I moaned each time he drove his cock to the elastic limits of my twat. "My cunt will never be the same. Ram that monster inside me! Make me scream! Tear me to pieces! Fuck me!"

I was so horny that I raised my head so I could sneak a peek of his fantastic tool pistoning in and out of my damply spasming cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek phallus in my gash was enough to accelerate my coming until I was experiencing the most profound orgasm of my life.

I began to whimper. Then groan. My pitch became higher and higher until I was bleating at the top of my lungs, pleading to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked and shuddered as I came like I'd never come before.

I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he knelt and buried the torpedo of his hard-on into me like a depth charge.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd already come more in a few minutes with this big-dicked salesman than I ever had with my husband. However, the incredible part was that it seemed like just the beginning for me, even though my cunt was creaming like someone had dumped a quart of mayonnaise between my legs.

When my lungs were burning and I had temporarily ceased to scream, my door-to-door lover pulled his hard-on from my frothing snatch and rolled me over. I sensed that he had read my mind and knew that I would not be satisfied until I had gone farther than I had ever dreamed of.

"Kneel over," he commanded. "I don't ever want you to forget it when I come in you."

I blindly obeyed, thrilled that he had recognized the extreme nature of my desires. I gasped with delight when he promptly hunched over my back to plunge his huge prick into my asshole.

The sensation of the full ten inches of his cock suddenly filling my virgin shit-pit was more than I'd bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. my God!" I yelled. "This is too much!"

"No, baby, no it's not," he whispered hotly in my ear, while he mercilessly cornholed me. "It's just exactly what you want."

How right he was. His prick made moist sucking sounds as it went in and out of my butt. Within moments I was shaking my hips, responding as if I had been taking it anally for years.

There were about forty massive strokes, as I was fucked in the ass even more vigorously than I had been in the cunt. The friction was excruciating.

My lover's breath came faster and faster. It was apparent that he was reaching the ultimate peak.

He gave one last mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in my butt to the hilt. His roiling balls squashed maddeningly against my pussy lips. I could feel the cum within his scrotum just waiting to erupt.

There was no alternative but to scream like I was being branded with a red-hot poker. "Come in me!" I shrieked. "Fill my ass with your cum!"

The response was two-fold. The first was liquid, and of course totally anticipated. The salesman's jism abruptly flooded my rectum. The other, however, was verbal and shockingly unexpected.

"Mother!" my daughter exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?"

As the scalding spunk continued to stream into my colon, I looked with horror toward the bedroom door. There stood Susan, her eyes bugging out of her head at what she saw her mother doing.

I tried to call her name, but how could I be coherent when I was still in the grip of the sexual climax of my life?

"I'm telling Daddy," my daughter bitterly vowed, and then started to run away.

"You don't have to, darling," her father's voice scorched my ears.

He'd just come in the house and she'd run right into him. Now, together, they filled the doorway, looking straight at my cock-engorged ass. Overflowing cum was spilling down the backs of my thighs.

"Wha… what are you going to do, Daddy?" Susan asked her fuming father.

"Beat the shit out of that bastard in bed with your mother, and then take it from there," Ernie bitterly vowed. "Now you go lock yourself in your room, Susie, this is not going to be pretty."

Chapter Two

Divorce, of course, was the only alternative that Ernie would consider. Even though I begged to be forgiven, he was adamant in his desire to end our marriage.

"How could I ever look the other truckers in the eye," he bitterly explained, "when I knew my wife was probably cheating on me while I was on the road. A man who can't control his wife is no man at all."

I tried to tell him that I had only been unfaithful because he was on the road so much and I was so desperately lonely for him, but Ernie had no sympathy for this excuse.

"I just want to be rid of you," was how he summed it up. "Right now all I want to do is to be able to drive my rig without having to think about what my wife is doing at home with any punk who comes along in pants."

"What about Susan… and the house?" I wanted to know.

"Tomorrow I'm finding the best boarding school I can to enroll her in," Ernie snapped with finality. "As for this dump, you can have it. I never want to step inside these walls again."

The days passed with excruciating slowness. Each twenty-four hours was like an eternity. I thought about going out and looking for a job, but I just couldn't work up the gumption. My self-confidence was completely shot, and besides I had no marketable skills anyway. When all the money in the bank account had run out and I was starving, then perhaps I would venture into the outside world-but now I just couldn't hack it.

During the second month of my isolation it all became too much for me. Without a soul to turn to when I felt the need' for human companionship, I became a masturbating wreck.

Around the house I never wore panties so I could finger my cunt on impulse. My thighs were always sticky with congealing pussy juice.

Especially on the weekends I would look wistfully out the kitchen window at the neighborhood wives and their home-from-work husbands. These guys were mostly balding and paunchy, but, God, how I envied the frumpy women who were married to them. Believe me, by the time it was spring, I was as restless as a jungle cat in search of a mate.

I realized that I had to overcome my shyness and establish ties with somebody or I'd go crazy. My next-door neighbors, the Chandlers, seemed to provide as good an opportunity as any to test out the waters.

One day, when I was hanging up a row of panties, the chubby middle-aged man from next door came over to say hello.

"Hi," he gushed, obviously attracted by the brief bikini I was wearing. "I'm Steve Chandler. How come we've never gotten acquainted?"

"I-I don't know," I said shyly avoiding eye contact and inadvertently looking down in the process toward the crotch of his plaid Bermuda shorts. To my shock, there was a significant bulge there.

He noticed me glancing in the direction of his tell-tale groin and started hemming and hawing even more than I had been doing. "I-I'm in insurance," he lamely informed me.

For some reason it made me feel infinitely better that he was so nervous. Unexpectedly I suddenly felt in control of the situation. A surge of unbelievable confidence pumped through me like I was experiencing an orgasm without benefit of sex.

"What else do you do with yourself besides sell insurance policies?" I purred, rubbing against him.

"G-golf," he gulped. "I-I play golf a lot."

"Do you ever fool around, Steve?" I brazenly asked him.

He was struck dumb. And no wonder, I was uncontrollably coming on like a whore on the make.

"Would you like to fool around with me, Steve? Want to fuck me right now?"

"Oh my God!" he gasped with disbelief. I guess it isn't too good for a man to have one of his teenage fantasies come true for the first time when he's fat and forty.

Frankly, when the color drained from his perspiring face, for a moment there I thought old Steve was going to have a heart attack before I got a chance to ball him.

He pulled through, however. I think it was my stroking of the bulge at his throbbing crotch that mostly did it.

All of a sudden I had his throbbing hard-on out in the open, and it was the only meat about which either of us cared.

Steve's dick was even bigger than I'd expected. I hadn't guessed they grew them this formidable in the staid suburbs.

"Quick, in my house," I urged him, yanking his prick. "I just made the bed and the sheets are all crinkly."

I efficiently used the trip from the backyard into the bedroom to strip the bikini from my body. When I jumped joyously into bed and spread my legs for a fuck, I was stark naked.

With his eyes bugging at my flexing, hairy snatch, and his mouth watering, Steve Chandler started removing his clothing, also. Of course, not being as slender as I, and so agitated that smoke was practically coming out of his ears, he was much clumsier than I in the task.

Quite frankly, as I've already suggested, Steve Chandler was not your body beautiful. With all the flab hanging all over him, he was more of a body bountiful.

However, in my lust-crazed condition, he seemed like a sexual superman. Anybody with an available cock between his legs was a Greek god as far as I was concerened.

"Sock it to me, Steve!" I impatiently urged. "Fuck me until it hurts!"

He was completely nude by now, and when he advanced toward the bed, the loose fat jiggled all over his torso. To me, though, it seemed like oiled, rippling muscles.

And, of course, the biggest muscle was between his hairy legs. The one true gem in his anatomical arsenal.

Jumping off the floor, Steve put all of his wheezing energy into a belly flop on top of me. As the breath whooshed out of my lungs from his impact, his hard-on whammed into my cunt.

Curling my toes, I gained imaginary traction for the digging in I was set to do. I was expecting a long, hard, grinding fuck.

Imagine my surprise when the son of a bitch came like a geyser!

"What the hell?" I blurted as his cock recoiled out of my snatch and spurted most of its premature goo all over my belly and tits.

"It… it's a problem I have," he stammeringly apologized. "Premature ejaculation. In other words, I come too quick."

My mind clicked like a computer, instantaneously figuring out his story. The frustration and anger I had felt immediately turned into compassion.

Sheepishly he nodded his head, looking for all the world like a little boy confessing his guilt to his stern mother.

He was trembling, making his outer layer of flab quiver like jelly. I stopped seeing him as an unlikely Greek god and started to regard him as a scared, chubby little boy. Let's face it, I liked frightening him.

"Maybe I can cure you of your problem, I leered. "It could be that you just need a little discipline. Perhaps a spanking."

"I-I won't do it again, I promise," he whimpered.

"Shut up!" I snapped. "I'm running the show here. Bend over my and knee take your punishment like a man."

He meekly did as I ordered. His bulk spread across my thighs, the cheeks of his ass rising like two overripe melons at a produce counter.

With its pinkly dimpled flesh and complete hairlessness, Steve's ass was like a giant baby's. He apparently hadn't developed a muscle other than his cock since infancy.

It was with great pleasure that I began whacking his butt. I loved the way its tender flesh turned crimson from my brutal slaps. For the first time since Ernie had moved us to the suburbs, I felt in charge of things.

While I was spanking him, I could feel Steve's cock hardening to full strength between his body and mine. Needless to say, the knowledge of this caused me not to pay much heed to his verbal protests about the so-called pain I was inflicting on him.

Then, right after an open-handed clout that splayed Steve's buns to the core of his crusty brown asshole, I received another premature surprise. Without warning, his prick lurched and suddenly spewed its second load of cream within mere minutes.

I coolly assessed the situation. "I'm afraid you're going to need a lot of work, Stevie."

"Do it-please do it," he whimpered.

"It's always a pleasure to punish the-cringing," I hissed, and then got into position for the retribution I had in mind.

Placing my knees alongside his neck, I straddled his upturned face. Angling my pelvis downward, I aimed my cunt right at Steve's gaping mouth.

"Have you ever heard of an eye for an eye, Stevie, to make wrongdoers behave?" I suggestively queried. "It means you're punished in the same way in which you offended. You made me dirty with your cock, now I'm going to return the favor with my twat."

Then I pissed on him. A golden shower splattered against his face, and then flowed in rivulets down his flabby chest. By the time I was finished drenching him, he was also crying.

"Oh God, I deserve it. I deserve it," he sobbed. "I've been so bad-so bad."

"Indeed you have, Stevie," I agreed, giving him a quick slap across the face for good measure. "But something tells me, despite your sniveling, you're improving. Ready, perhaps, for a real test."

"What if I fail?" he slobbered.

"You don't have the nerve to displease me," I chuckled. "You're my total slave."

I brought my loins to a spread position over his groin. Even though I'd hoisted my crotch nearly a foot in the air, the head of his stiffly regenerated cock was already brushing my pussy-lips.

Purposely I didn't lower my cunt right away. I wanted to tease him. Force him to be scared shitless of another premature ejaculation.

His lower lip trembled.

"Afraid you're going to come all over my thighs instead of inside my cunt?" I taunted.

I slapped him again, and dropped my crotch for the first few inches of penetration. His entire cock-head plugged the mouth of my twat, and he hadn't come yet.

Now I began wriggling my butt, encircling his prick with twisting motions. He panted.

Four… five… six inches were within me. Over half his cock. My cunt was clutching like a vise and he was still dry.

I would only be satisfied when Steve's cock was in my box to the hilt and he still hadn't shot his wad. When his balls were pressing against my labia, the time would be ripe. At that point I'd make him come all right-but strictly on my terms!

As inch after inch of his prick was swallowed by my pussy, Steve babbled with fear. The poor schnook was so afraid he was going to blow it.

"You're forgetting, Stevie," I reminded him, "I'm not that bitchy wife of yours. I want to see you be a man, not castrate you."

His dick was eight inches into my fuck-hole. It felt like I was sitting on a railroad spike. Before I was through I wanted it to seem as though I were sitting on a baseball bat.

"Hold on, Stevie," I me owed, "because your whole tool is going to feel the inside of a cunt for probably the first time in your life. Don't have a coronary on me."

Literally plopping on the rest of his phallic expanse, I finally took him to the hilt. Every inch of his enormous hard -on was inside my pussy. His nuts were rubbing against the outer petals.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to fuck like a man instead of an inexperienced boy," I said triumphantly.

I began grinding my hips, rotating them in a wide sweep. His cock must have felt like it was being torn loose from its roots.

"Move your ass, Stevie," I instructed him. "Lord knows it's big enough to set up king-size vibes."

When he didn't respond, I took matters into my own hands. Well, actually, a single finger.

Pressing past his cock in my cunt, I slid my right index finger up his flabby crack and found his sweaty asshole. Pulpy with hemorrhoids, his anus provided no resistance for my finger thrust.

When I was fingerfucking his ass to the last knuckle, I altered my stroke downward just enough to strike the knot of his prostate. It was easy to find-enlarged by soft living, the gland was the size of a lemon.

Well, with the kind of action I was giving him, you can bet old Steve moved his hips at last…

And his ass. And his thighs. His belly. And just about everything else about him.

But most of all his cock!

His huge, stiff cock vibrating within my tight fuck-hole felt like a giant-size tuning fork. Never had I enjoyed such friction from a fuck.

Most remarkably, he still hadn't come. He was screwing a woman the right way for a change, and holding the grand finale for the appropriate moment.

I was glad for him, but, of course, I couldn't show it. Obviously all of my power over him derived from fear.

So I slapped him a few more times, called him a turd, and spat in his face. He loved it.

I started to get down to the final business.

"Now I want you to come!" I sharply ordered him. "I'm ready for you!"

Clenching the sinews of my cunt into a noose, I yanked Steve's friction-producing foreskin all the way to the tip of his cock-head. Then I thrust back my ass and abruptly expelled several inches of prick.

Just as abruptly I recaptured it. The noise of pumping suction filled the room and drowned out whatever was going on outside.

Then I was out again. In again. Out again.

Fucking!

Bringing him to orgasm.

Steve moaned deliriously, totally out of control of his own body. His huge dick was more clearly an extension of my body than of his own during these electric moments.

Steve's jizz came just at the instant the smell of burnt meat filled the bedroom. By now the smoke was choking the place.

Then the sirens engorged the previously quiet spring afternoon. The hysterical screams of a middle-aged woman became simultaneously audible.

Steve Chandler's cum was flowing into my cunt while commotion raged outside. My pussy was awash with thick spunk, and climaxing like crazy.

Of course what had happened was that Steve's neglected steaks had finally caught fire while he was in my bedroom fucking me. His wife had panicked because of the billowing smoke and had called the fire department.

Long after Steve's coming stopped, the hiss of escaping liquid continued to fill the air. Fire hoses-drenching my suburban lover's barbecue pit.

"Get out there, you turkey!" I finally regained my wits. "Your wife's going crazy. You'll blow everything."

Sadly I watched his still-dribbling prick pull obediently from my twat.

Oh well, there was always tomorrow…

If that stupid jerk Steve didn't mess up.

After struggling into his clothes, Steve slipped out the front door, and then came running around the far side of my house with a garden hose he'd snatched in a moment of inspiration from my front lawn. "Fire! Fire!" I could hear him yelling, giving me confidence that we'd gotten away with it.

Certain that I had called the shots to perfection, and worrying about nothing, I got up from the bed and started toward the bathroom and a long, luxurious hour or so in a hot tub.

A crying teenage girl was sitting on the toilet seat, holding her face in her hands as she uncontrollably sobbed.

"Susan!" I blurted incredulously to my distraught daughter. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you at your boarding school?"

"I got homesick and ran away," she blubbered.

"Why didn't you call first?" I asked desperately, wishing I could turn back the clock.

All of a sudden the tears stopped. "And miss this?" Susan said with chilling sarcasm, fixing me with an icy stare. I'd never felt so small.

Chapter Three

Susan had seen everything, of course. Sneaking into the house to surprise me, she had walked in on her mother making love with a man other than her father for the second time. Huddling in the hallway, she had witnessed everything between the next-door neighbor and me right up to the point where Steve had filled my cunt with his cum.

The fire engines had sent her scurrying into the bathroom. Once there, however, she was too crest-fallen to try and hide. Instead she gave into her emotions and just sat down and cried.

After our confrontation my daughter refused to talk to me. It was clear she was very hurt. I got in touch with the boarding school, but quickly learned it was no longer a viable alternative for Susan. "Your daughter is too difficult for us, Mrs. Harper," the Dean laid it on the line. "Her adjustment has been extremely poor, and frankly we were relieved when she made the decision to terminate her studies with us."

"Then you won't take her back?" I asked.

"Not under any circumstances."

My next move was to swallow my pride and try to get in touch with Ernie. It was all for naught, though, because his mother informed me that he was on a special long-distance haul to Alaska. He might not be back for a couple of months.

So there I was, sharing a house with a daughter who loathed me so much that she refused to talk to me. I was at wit's end trying to think of a way to get through to her.

In desperation I went to the library and checked out every book on child psychology I could find. I prayed that the experts could at least provide me with some kind of clue as to how to alleviate this unbearable situation.

Through the psychology books I came to realize that Susan's anger was not so much directed at me, but focused inward. At the relatively tender age of fourteen she was still naive enough to take the blame for my unacceptable behavior. She felt she must be a bad girl indeed to have such an awful mother; that she had gotten the mother she deserved.

Armed with my new understanding of her plight, I tried my best to get through to my daughter. And the development on which I was chancing everything occurred in a completely unanticipated fashion. I had never considered the possibility of the door opening while Susan was sound asleep.

"Mommy, Mommy!" I heard her call from her bedroom. "Mommy, something awful is happening!" It was not the voice of a young woman, but that of a small child.

I ran into her room and found her crying, shaking and drenched with sweat in her sleep. Imagining that she was a little girl again and having a nightmare.

"Tell me what happened, darling," I asked.

"It was coming after me," she whimpered.

"What, sweetheart?"

"A… a… man," she verbally stumbled.

"A man was chasing you?"

"No," she shuddered. "Not all of him. Just his… his… thing."

"You mean his penis?"

"Yes, Mommy," she responded to my approach, "his penis was big and hard. Bigger than Daddy's." Her entranced eyes were getting as round as Little Orphan Annie's.

"Why was the penis chasing you, darling?" I delved.

"It was trying to get inside me!" she squealed with fright.

"Inside your vagina?" I asked in an even voice, desperately trying to conceal my inner concern.

"At first," she answered breathlessly, "but then it was trying to get inside my butt, too. The man was trying to get his thing-uh, penis-inside the hole in my butt."

"How far did he get?"

"Just the head of his thing-uh, penis-against the outside of my hole."

"Dear, if you're having trouble thinking of the right words, just go ahead and call them whatever you want. Mommy understands."

"The man's cock was trying to fuck me in the cunt and ass," she graphically stated the plot of her nightmare.

My eyebrows raised as I temporarily lost control of the cool I had struggled so hard to maintain.

No matter how nervous it made me, if anything I should encourage her to go on. If permitting her to talk dirty would put me in contact with Susan at long last, I had no choice but to go along with it.

This was definitely no time to scold her. I must comfort her. Make her feel better. Show her that the Mommy she had thought betrayed her still loved her unquestioningly. Go along with her to the limit.

"I'm so scared, Mommy," Susan responded to my restraint.

"Do you want me to hold you, darling?"

"Could you do something else, Mommy?" she asked. "Something that always makes me feel better."

"Whatever you want, sweetheart."

"There's a little button at the top of my cunt," Susan replied with pink-cheeked innocence.

"What happens when you press this button you're talking about, hon?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm, it feels so good," she gushed. "A lot of times I do it to myself, but it would feel even better if you did it, Mommy."

"Would you like Mommy to do it to you now?"

She vigorously nodded her head "Good," I smiled warmly. "I'll just fix my little girl right up. And when I'm through, you'll be able to sleep like a baby until morning. And then tomorrow we'll have a nice, long mother-to-daughter talk."

"Oh Mommy, thanks a million," Susan smiled for the first time since I could remember. "You're the best mother a kid could ever have."

My spirits soared. Even though Susan was talking in her sleep, I was ecstatic.

"Just relax, dumpling," I soothed my little girl. "lay back and spread your legs so Mommy can reach under your nightie and press your magic button."

Looking intently downward, I watched her sleek thighs part. The nightie rode up around her trim waist. Suddenly my eyes were riveted to the pulsing mound of Susan's wispy fourteen-year-old cunt.

As her mother, I had seen my daughter's developing vagina countless times. However, this was the first time I'd seen it as a sexual organ.

A pussy.

My little Susan's cunt, I thought with parental pride, as I reached between her widely spread legs. After all the pain, what a wonderful moment this was.

Finding her labia, my fingers gently plucked them apart. Susan's pussy lips were like the tender petals of a budding flower.

Now my daughter's twat was open and I was looking inside the hottest part of her fourteen-year-old body. Moist, red tissues sucked at me. Susan's cunt was wet.

"The button I told you about is at the top," she reminded me. "Lick it with your tongue, Mommy."

I didn't even stop to consider where she'd learned about oral sex. Having at last discovered a technique that would bring my daughter back to me, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Keeping the delicate lips apart with my fingers, I lowered my face to my little girl's sweet-smelling crotch. I tongued around the apex of Susan's pussy, seeking her clit.

Suddenly she jumped, her slender hips bucking into the air. "Oooooooh, that's it!" she moaned excitedly. "That's the magic spot, Mommy! Keep doing it! Ooooooh, doing it!"

The instant she mentioned it, I could feel her clit against my tongue. It was hard, feeling like the sharpened end of a ten-penny nail as it gouged into my oral flesh.

Having found Susan's so-called magic button, I stopped relying on just the tip and began to rub the rough, flat of my tongue over the throbbing protrusion. The friction started her compact little ass rolling, just like she was being fucked.

"Mmmmm, I'm coming… I'm coming," Susan murmured. "Mommy, you're making me come sooooo hard!"

God, I was so glad.

And if Susan loved the way I was eating her beautiful cunt, I'd give her even more to come about. Without hesitation I now swung my body back around so that my box, bare as usual beneath my skirt, dripped onto Susan's shining face.

"Ooooooh, Mommy, I want to eat you," Susan said, getting the idea immediately. "Your pussy is so much bigger and juicier and hairier than mine. It looks like a big pie."

"A hair pie, darling," I chuckled. "And you just go ahead and eat all you want. Make a pig of yourself, sweetheart."

I sat on her face without delay. Abruptly I could feel my pussy spreading, the lips sliding wetly across Susan's face while the gorge widened at the center of my straddling loins.

My little girl didn't have to be told what to do once she had a faceful of Mommy's cunt. Immediately she hardened her tongue into a miniature spike and pounded it up my snatch. When she began reaming and pumping me, I started to orgasm right away.

Then she started gnashing her teeth against my turgid clit.

And, besides, Susan's cunt was such a dream. It was the softest and warmest and sweetest part of an exceptionally soft and warm and sweet young woman, who also happened to be Mommy's little girl.

It was a mother's right to lick such a tender crevice. Of that I was sure.

And a loving daughter's right to orally explore her mother's most private part. To taste and learn about the kind of cunt hers would resemble in a few years.

The room was filled with our slurping and moaning. We were eating each other's pussies with greater and greater hunger.

I could feel Susan's young body shaking beneath me. The deeper I poked my erect tongue down her honeyed slit, the tighter Susan's adolescent cunt became. She had muscles down there like steel cables.

She wrapped her legs around my head, locking the ankles at my neck. This made my tongue almost seem to reach her spine, I was orally fucking her so deeply.

An added bonus of Susan's jack-knifing was that her top half shot up at a corresponding angle with the bottom portion of her naked body. In other words, her lurching head lifted my ass into the air. Then her teeth and lips actually entered the chasm of my cunt.

I began coming in a way I had never before experienced. This was my first time with either all-female love or incest, and apparently the twin taboos were ganging up to give me the orgasm of my life.

The harder Susan chomped away at my pussy, the more fervidly I reciprocated with my mouth on hers. The age-gap was melting now-we were just two bitches in lesbian heat.

We chewed and licked, gnashed and lapped. And always tongue-fucked.

It was oral sex at perfection!

But leave it to someone with the gift of youth to top perfection. A fourteen-year-old who hasn't yet learned the adult habit of settling for too little.

Suddenly my little girl's steadily flowing cunt juice wasn't all I was tasting. Another warmer, thinner liquid was at first joining it, and then swamping everything in its path. And the taste was even sweeter.

Susan was hotly pissing in my mouth.

I loved it!

Immediately I flexed my bladder, prompting it to give its all. I was all in favor of putting out a little bit of liquid innocence myself.

Did I say little bit? Hell, I pissed like a horse, drenching my giggling daughter with a copious stream of scalding yellowness.

By the time we were finished drinking, our bellies were both bloated and we were reeking with the bitter-sweetness of freshly spent urine. It was a delicious feeling, and we soon began to take turns rubbing it into one another's tingling flesh.

Then we made love all over again. This time we stuck our fingers inside each other's cunts and made ourselves come that way. I'm telling you, when Susan knotted her fist within my fuck-hole, it felt exactly the same as the head of a huge cock.

Of course I could only get a couple of fingers inside Susan's tighter and younger pussy, but I made them count. Best of all, I made her piss two more times.

What a night! The best of my life.

And I was sure that tomorrow and the next day would be. even better. This was just the beginning.

I had my daughter back.

Chapter Four

I woke up Susan the next morning with her favorite breakfast in bed. She greeted me with a sleepy smile that instantly told me everything was all right. Last night we had performed the miracle for which I'd prayed.

I sat and watched her eat, thrilled by the rosiness that had returned to her cheeks at long last. What a beautiful girl my daughter was.

I hadn't asked her, of course, if she recalled anything from the previous evening. It might unsettle her recovery, and my intention was to fortify it. I was determined that my daughter would experience no stress-just love.

And I had the perfect way to express it in mind. Something that would take Susan back to early childhood when she hadn't a care in the world.

"Susan," I said when she had finished eating, completing her first meal since she had returned home, "do you remember the fun we used to have when you were a little girl?"

"Sure, Mom," she cheerfully replied. "I was so happy then. Sometimes I wish I could be a little kid all over again. Growing up is hard sometimes."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," I soothingly empathized. "That's why it's sometimes a good idea to reach back into the past and do something that you used to love but haven't done for years."

"Like what, Mom?" Susan asked with obvious interest.

"Would you like me to give you an enema?" I revealed my plan. "You know how you used to love them."

"Oh, I did… I did!" she squealed enthusiastically. "I'd give anything to have one now. A big, long, hard one… with hot, hot water."

Leaping out of bed without any further urging, Susan tugged me toward the bathroom. She was like a kid on her way to the tree on Christmas morning.

When we arrived at our destination, I carefully helped her in the tub and stripped away her nightie so she was nude. "Get down on all fours, darling, and spread your cheeks," I gently instructed. "I'll go get the enema bag and turn on the water."

"Make it good and hot, Mom," Susan reiterated. "I want it to tingle inside of me."

"Don't worry, honey," I promised, "I certainly will."

The enema bag was tucked in the rear of the towel cabinet, dusty from disuse. God, what memories it held as I pulled it out and looked at it for the first time in years.

While I let the tap run until the water was streaming, I cleaned off the equipment until the rubber and plastic were gleaming. Then I put a wet bar of soap to the black rubber nozzle.

"Mother, are you soaping the needle up good and slick?" Susan asked from the tub. "You know how I love it when it slides right up my ass with no trouble."

"Yes," I assured her. "I'm getting it on good and thick."

When I was through soaping, I turned my attention to the water gushing from the tap. It was obviously as hot as it could get-140 degrees if I remembered the setting on the water heater correctly.

However, before I engorged the bag with water, I worked some chips from the bar of soap and dropped them into the rubber sack. When the water finally flooded in, plenty of slippery lather was raised with it. The moisture would feel divine in Susan's colon.

By the time I capped it, the enema bag looked like a cow's udder without the teats. It literally throbbed from its liquid load.

"Okay, darling," I said soothingly, "now I'm going to stick the hose inside you. Really spread your cheeks so I can see your asshole clearly."

And then, mmmmm, her beautifully young anus was staring me in the face. Pouting with arousal, it resembled a rosebud glistening with dew. There's nothing more breathtaking than a young girl's ass.

Bringing the nozzle into position, I used its greasy tip to gently push aside Susan's rectal petals. Then, when the soap had formed a ring of lubrication around the insertion, I gave a swift, deft shove.

"Oh Mommy, Mommy," Susan temporarily reverted to her little-girl voice from the excitement of penetration, "it feels sooo good! So hard and soft at the same time."

"This will feel even better," I promised with absolute certainty, unleashing the soapy water by lifting the enema bag high in the air.

A hiss filled the air as the liquid surge raced through the hose into Susan's intestinal depths. Needless to say, it was quickly blotted out by a blood-curdling scream.

"Yeeeeeoooowww!" my daughter howled as the scalding liquid power of the enema hit her colon. "I feel like I'm boiling in oil from the inside out!"

"Now, now, darling," I gave her a motherly pat at the head. "You know that anything worth having is worth suffering for."

"Then I'm suffering enough to become a saint," Susan cringed with joy. "I'm suffering sooo goooood!"

"Good girl," I congratulated her pluck, shifting my free hand from her head to between her thighs. There was no reason why I shouldn't play with her cunt while we were waiting for her ass to explode.

I had not lost my magic touch of the night before when it came to playing with my daughter's girlish pussy. Before the enema hose started to wiggle loose from her butt, I had all of two fingers within her snatch and was hooking them into a double-pronged talon. A combination claw-fuck enema would blow her young mind.

Just as the manacle of my middle knuckles crashed against the door to her throbbing cervix, the hose recoiled all the way out of her rectum. Even with their adolescent firmness Susan's buns quivered like an old fat woman's, as she hunched on all fours waiting for the anal eruption that would take place.

"Arrrggghhh!" she yowled, her colon blessedly collapsing. The soapy water came gushing out even faster than it had gone in, only now it was studded with vibrantly brown chunks of healthy shit.

Through it all, I kept gouging my fingers into Susan's tight cunt. From the way she was carrying on, it was apparent she was orgasming in both her pussy and ass at once.

There was only one thing the matter with the bliss we were sharing in the shit-slippery bathtub. It was in no way complete. After all, I was still wearing my nightgown, and hadn't even come once.

"Okay, Susan," I told my daughter when she'd calmed down some, "now it's Mommy's turn for an enema."

"Can I really give you one, Mommy?" she looked up and asked with the wide eyes of an innocent little girl rather than the sultry young woman into which she was rapidly developing.

"I won't take no for an answer."

"And fist-fuck you, too?"

"Anything you want, sweetheart," I reassured her.

"Oh, wow," she giggled with glee.

Not bothering to get up, I removed my nightgown in the tub, not even caring when it got Susan's crap all over its delicate fabric and then landed in the open toilet on an errant throw. All I could concentrate on was getting on my hands and knees, and having that greasy enema needle jammed up my ass.

Susan was already running the water, letting it get steaming hot again. Soon it would be filling the rubber bag, then rushing into my bowels-bloating me like a sudden anal pregnancy, finally escaping even more violently than it had arrived. Rectal orgasm would soon be mine.

Kneeling on all fours like an animal, my asshole flexed and throbbed. My cunt was dripping, too. For that matter my tits were burning and tingling…

Hell, each and every cell of my body was pulsating with raw excitement!

By now the enema bag was set to go, and my daughter was expertly bringing it to my rear. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my child's face lewdly distorted by a carnal leer.

I expected her not to hesitate. However, to my surprise, the enema needle did not jab immediately into my ass. It turned out that my inventive daughter was in the mood for a little deviation from the standard enema-giving procedure.

"Roll over on your back, Mom," she said crisply. "I want to give it to you from the top. It'll be more like I'm fucking you that way."

Why hadn't I thought of that? I had to admit that when it came to sex, my daughter was an absolute fourteen-year-old genius.

Eagerly I switched to the spread-eagled position Susan recommended. Both my pussy and anus were even hotter than before.

"Oh God, Susie," I rasped with uncontrollable excitement, "do it to me! Stick it in me!"

With quick efficiency, she jammed the long, sleek enema needle between the open cheeks of my ass. Half the hose disappeared on the first thrust. With so much circular rubber in my rectum, it felt like a horny snake had crawled inside my shit-pit.

"Let go of the water!" I implored. "Give me the water! That hot, scalding, soapy water!"

"Patience, Mother, patience," Susan counseled, making it seem as though she were the parent and I were the child. "I'm going to give you a little treat to go along with your enema."

"You're going to fist-fuck me?" I asked eagerly.

"At first I was," she said, "but then I thought of something even better."

"What?" I begged to know.

"You'll see," she purposely kept me in suspense until the end. "Now just relax, Mother, and leave everything to little Susan. You're going to love this. Just close your eyes and pretend you're having a wet dream, and I'll give it to you."

Feeling I had no choice but to obey, I sealed myself in darkness and waited for the promised thrills to begin. I couldn't wait to find out what the little sex fiend had planned for me.

My first clue was when I felt her lithe, young body swinging on top of mine. Then I smelled pussy and opened my eyes to look straight into her wide-open fourteen-year-old crack. I didn't have to be told to start sucking.

While I was hungrily devouring Susan's wispy twat, I felt her mouth begin to suction against my hairier pussy.

So this was it: we were going to sixty-nine while she was giving me an enema. What a delicious idea!

Only after both of us had a mouthful of spasming pussy did Susan raise the bag so gravity would make the water flow. Suddenly it came racing down the tube stuck in my ass with a deafening hiss. When it discharged into the vulnerable cavern of my colon, I felt as though I'd sat on an erupting volcano.

Expanding and expanding, my bowels became unbelievably taut. They must have been holding at least two quarts of hot, soapy, enema water.

Holding it within me as long as I could, I gloried in the bloated agony at the crux of my being. Sex with pain is the ultimate turn-on for a woman of any age.

My water retention reached an end when the tip of Susan's tongue penetrated my cervix and began tickling the ultra-sensitive mouth of my womb. The orgasm that spread through my body seemed to tear every muscle loose from its mooring, and that included the ones responsible for my bowels.

All of a sudden my colon exploded like a water-balloon thrown from a fifth story window. A tidal wave of soapy shit came roaring from my butt, splattering noisily against the porcelain sides of the tub. The stench was ripe, reeking, unbearable, and lovely.

Needless to say, Susan didn't flinch an inch while the molten crap was cascading from my ass. Nothing was going to stop her from sucking my cunt.

Now I had my eagerly awaited anal orgasm. It was shooting off sensory sparks in the same electric fashion as the long standing climax in my tongue-engorged pussy. Then, finally, the two thunderbolts joined into one huge, flashing neon sign of coming.

Long after the enema flow had ceased, Susan and I continued to make passionate oral love in the sloppy tub. The continuous release we shared seemed as though it would never stop. It was the most glorious excitement I had ever shared with anyone. The promise of the previous night had been fulfilled.

Chapter Five

Now that Susan and I finally had it together there was the problem of Ernie. Eventually he would return from Alaska and would want to know why she was living with me. Any confrontation promised to be an ugly one.

We had to get away. But how? The bank account on which I'd been drawing was almost depleted. I had to get some money, and quickly, or the dream world in which my daughter and I were living would come crashing down around us.

"We're in trouble," I admitted to Susan. "We're broke, and your father might return to the city at any time. He might let me have some money so I won't make trouble about the terms of the divorce, but not without insisting that you go back to school."

"No way," Susan firmly replied.

"Then we're going to have to do some brain-storming," I said. "Reality is closing in on us." We both sat and thought in silence. My mind kept coming up a blank. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself depending more and more on Susan's youthful imagination to spark an idea that might save us.

It didn't look good; though. She was slumped listlessly in her chair, as though crushed by the weight of our dilemma.

Then, without warning, she bolted upright. I could practically see a bulb lighting up above her head.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I anxiously asked.

"Sell the house," she declared.

Of course, why hadn't I thought of it myself? I'd always hated the place. And since it was still in my name there was nothing to stop me from unloading it and taking the money and running.

"Okay, I'll do it," I agreed. "The only question is where will we go after we leave here."

"The country," Susan firmly told me. "That's where it's at, Mom. With the money you get from the house, you can buy us a farm. Nobody will bother us out there in the boonies."

Naturally I agreed. Now that I'd seen the light, Susan's idea seemed like a description of heaven on earth.

The house sold quickly. As a matter of fact, I made a hefty profit over what Ernie had originally paid for it.

Susan and I found ten secluded acres in the back country, and settled down there with nobody around us but our animals. We had pigs, a goat, chickens, a big German shepherd named Brute, and a palomino pony named Firestreak.

At last we were as close as a mother and daughter should be on a full-time basis. Every night when we crawled into our big double bed together, I thanked my lucky stars that things seemed to be working out so well.

During the weeks before school started, we were together constantly. Everytime we made love-even if it was the third or fourth time in a day-was better than the last. I couldn't imagine how I had ever lived my life any differently.

Then the leaves started to change their color and fall from the trees.

"I'm taking Firestreak into the village," Susan said to me one morning as I caressed her naked body, thinking we might make love before we got out of bed to face the day.

"What for?" I replied with surprise.

"Have to," she said, swinging up from bed, and greatly disappointing me as she went for her clothes. "I've got to get some school supplies."

"Oh… that."

"I'm not crazy about the idea, either," she said, "but I don't see where there's any choice. If I don't show up at school, before you know it the Child Welfare will be poking around. And considering our life-style, Mother, I don't think we can afford that."

There was no way I could logically argue with her, of course. Susan had hit the nail right on the head.

Once Susan was away at school everyday, I soon learned that living on a farm can definitely have its drawbacks. On some days, without my beloved daughter's companionship, it seemed like the most isolated place in the world.

I was so horny most of the time while Susan was gone that I even resumed my old habit of masturbation. However, it did no lasting good. Even fucking myself with big, thick cucumbers failed to quench my perpetual lust.

Eventually I began taking long walks to help work off my tension. We owned plenty of land, so I decided to explore it. To keep me company, Brute, our German shepherd, followed along beside me.

Together Brute and I discovered a lot of interesting places. Even though it was fall, the weather was still reasonably warm.

"Gosh, Brute," I wistfully sighed more than once to my handsome dog, "I wish you were Susan. Then this really could be perfect."

He was an intelligent dog, and it was clear he could understand that I missed my little girl.

One afternoon we found ourselves in a meadow that was still green despite the season. It seemed like a postcard of the summer I had just experienced. Uncontrollably I started sobbing: from joy because of all the pleasure the summer had brought me; in sadness because it was now over.

Seeing that I was in emotional distress, Brute stood up on his hindlegs and tried to distract me. When I continued to cry, he began licking the salty tears away from my face with his rough but gentle tongue, and wagging his bushy tail.

"What a good boy you are," I said. "I guess I shouldn't be too upset as long as I have a loyal friend like you."

This sent his tail swishing harder.

"Let's lie down in the meadow and enjoy the scenery," I suggested, feeling much better as a result of his concern. "It really is a beautiful day."

Soon we were out in the middle of the meadow and the tall grass was springing up all around us as we reclined.

"Who knows how long the weather will be this good," I said. "Might as well get some sun as long as it's available."

With Brute looking on with more than passing interest, I quickly removed the jeans and sweatshirt that I was wearing and stretched nude across the grass.

The sun warmed my tits, belly and crotch. Automatically I spread my legs to get more between my thighs.

Basking, I closed my eyes and started to take a nap. In a few moments I was dreaming and all my troubles were temporarily gone.

Then, I felt something.

Someone was eating my box.

"Oh, suck me… suck me," I moaned in my dream. "Make me come."

That was precisely what happened when my dream lover inserted several inches of thick tongue into my spasming crack.

"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, "your tongue is wonderful. So big and long and rough. Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Woof!"

"What's that?"

"Woof! Woof!"

All of a sudden I bolted from the horizontal to the vertical. I wasn't dreaming unless the dream included the same meadow in which I was actually lying…

Not to mention Brute.

The big German shepherd had his snout buried in my crotch. "Woof!" he barked again.

He was eating my pussy. And it was no dream.

"Oh my God!" I cried out. However, it was not a cry of alarm.

"Oh my God!" I said again, only this time I moaned it. What the dog's tongue was doing to my cunt was even more exciting in real life than it had been when I'd thought I was dreaming it.

Now for the first time I looked past the animal's shaggy head.

Yes, Brute's cock was hard as a rock!

"Oh, Brute," I sighed, "your prick is so big. I never knew you could… could get it up like that."

Hunching over from my sitting-up position, I reached down either side of his hairy ribs and automatically grabbed his stiff dick. It throbbed in my fingers like his heart was stuck in his balls.

Back and forth I began stroking, jacking Brute off while he continued to lick my twat with his tongue. Already I was beginning to think about shifting positions so he could actually fuck me.

However, before I could make the maneuver, my design was short-circuited. Brute's hard-on jumped in my hands and the knobby tip abruptly erupted. I had beat his meat too vigorously and he was coming in a sticky torrent.

Dog-cum drenched my bare tits, dripping from the tips of my erect nipples. A thick rivulet passed between my breasts and dribbled down my tummy until it filled my navel and whitely blotched the dark bloom of my pubic bush.

I stood up and walked away, trying to calm myself down by taking a series of deep breaths. Anxiety was torturing me because I was afraid I'd blown it by milking Brute's nuts too soon. His dick was probably as limp as a noodle.

Finally I could stand the suspense no longer, and I whirled around to face my canine lover. To my delighted astonishment, his cock was as long and hard as ever, even as it still dripped with the last of the cum it had just spurted.

And Brute was wagging his tail as incessantly as ever, "I'm ready to fuck you," he seemed to be saying with his subsequent chorus of barks.

Powered by some animalistic impulse raging within me, I got down on all fours. Yes, I was behaving just like a bitch in heat. I could even smell my randy, barn-yard scent.

"Fuck me, Brute, fuck me!"

Jumping on my back, the huge dog sank his claws into my bare skin and took hold. Then, powered by his sinewy flanks, he slammed his furry pelvis against my wide-open butt. His sword-like cock had nowhere to cut except right into the gaping wound of my cunt.

Suddenly my fuck-hole was filled with several inches of thick dog-prick and I loved it. My hips began to move as though they were operated by an internal motor.

Farther and farther Brute penetrated until he had it all the way in. I could feel his fuzzy balls tickling maddeningly against my labia. He was fucking me to the hilt!

Once he had proved he could hump me all the way, Brute set to work pistoning the full extent of his cock back and forth in my tight cunt. The friction produced by his long strokes drove me wild.

"Faster, Brute, faster!" I implored. "Fuck me faster and faster!"

His hard-on increasingly resembled a jackhammer as he tried to keep up with my demands. My twat was being pulverized.

My orgasms were coming so rapidly that it wasn't long before they all blurred into one enormous, continuous release. I couldn't help but wonder if the bitches of his own species felt this way.

The only elements now missing was having my pussy swamped with jizz. A cuntful of creamy dog-juice would be the frosting on the cake.

"Come in me, Brute!" I screamed. "Stop holding back and fill my cunt with cum!"

Brute barked savagely. He sounded like he was on the verge of going for someone's jugular vein. However, I just attributed his fury to his ejaculation. The pressure in his balls had to be excruciating.

But when the barking didn't stop, and no flood of hot cum accompanied it, I realized that something was wrong. Perhaps we were not alone as I'd thought.

Looking up, I focused my eyes. For the first time in several minutes I concentrated on my surroundings.

Grass was parting about a hundred yards in the distance. Actually I could hear it more than I could see it, but it was definitely happening.

Somebody was coming. Brute had been warning me.

Now, with his stiff cock still cemented within my cunt, the big dog turned mean. Growling and snapping, he was psyching himself up to attack whoever was intruding on us.

Then, when he tried to get free of me, he couldn't. A dog's hard-on has a sort of mechanism on it to keep it inside a bitch's fuck-hole when he's screwing. Nature wants to make sure all the jizz gets to the female's ovaries, so a knotty lump automatically rises about a third of the way down the male's tool. It keeps him locked in place in order to assure conception.

This canine phenomenon was happening right now to Brute. The more he tried to struggle free of my pussy, the greater the pressure was against his cock. In trying to end our love making to respond to the danger, he was increasing our fucking motion.

And, meanwhile, the intruder was drawing nearer and nearer. At this rate, whoever it was would come into view just at about the moment Brute couldn't hold back any longer. There'd probably be a witness at the peak of my degradation, with an animal's fresh spunk overflowing from my snatch and dribbling down my legs.

Now the sounds were so close I could make them out. The most noticeable one was a clomp, clomp, clomp.

But if it was a horse, who was the rider? The only person I knew with a horse was Susan, and she was still supposed to be in school.

Or was she?

Suddenly I noticed the position of the sun. To my surprise it was blazing in the Western part of the sky. It was much later in the afternoon than I had calculated. School was out.

Brute's growling abruptly stopped. Apparently he was satisfied that we weren't in danger. Brute's tail began to wag.

"Brute, is that you?" came a familiar voice.

I looked up just in time to see Susan leading Firestreak through the parting green wave of the meadow. She was as naked as a jaybird. I didn't have time to wonder why.

Frantic about my daughter finding me in such a degrading situation, I struggled to get free of Brute's lancing cock. However, his hard-on was trapped in my cunt, and throbbing more intensely by the second.

All of a sudden there was a pelvic lurch from Brute. His huge dick actually expanded an extra inch up my snatch and I knew I had lost the struggle. My daughter would soon come upon me with the humiliation of fresh dog-cum washing down my thighs.

"Brute!" Susan called again, and then she was upon us.

Just at this point, the head of Brute's cock exploded, fragmenting into a million liquid chunks. He was coming like a firehose inside my pussy.

"Oh my God!" Susan shrieked when she saw us. However, contrary to my expectations, there was no anger or disgust in her voice. In fact, in a moment she was laughing.

"S-Susan," I stammered. "I… I can explain everything."

"Wow, here we come looking for a nice, secluded spot in the meadow to get it on, Firestreak, and run into Mom beating us to it with old Brute."

"What?" I blurted incredulously, unable to believe my ears.

"Why do you think I'm not wearing any clothes?" Susan turned her attention to me. "Firestreak loves to fuck me after school. And I love getting it from his great, big cock."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, hurt that she had kept something from me.

"Believe it or not," she chuckled, "I thought you wouldn't understand. But, tell me Mother, how come you didn't tell me about Brute?"

"It's the first time," I answered defensively. "We went for a walk and it just happened."

"If you say so, Mom," Susan smiled indulgently. "But you don't have to be uptight about it with me."

"Are you really-really going to fuck your horse?" Somehow I knew this afternoon in the meadow was far from over.

"Sure," she replied without batting an eyelash. "Want to watch?"

I dumbly nodded my head. Although I was aghast, I realized there was no turning back. If having sex with her palomino pony was part of my beloved daughter's life, then I'd just have to accept it. I certainly didn't want her thinking it was dirty and going behind my back.

"Mom, I'm so glad you approve," Susan smiled warmly, as she came over to Brute and me and took a good look at his cock engorging my leaking pussy. "Mmmmm, looks like you had a pretty good time yourself."

"Yes… it felt pretty good in the middle of a lonely afternoon," I forced myself to admit. "The only problem is that it's impossible to get loose. Brute's prick is like a big hook inside my pussy."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll pull you apart," Susan said, gripping Brute from the rear. "Then you can sit on Firestreak with your wet cunt and ride him bareback while he's fucking me. I've always had this fantasy that you're there with me when he's doing it to me."

This charming admission melted the last of my resistance. Already I could imagine my slick twat sliding erotically over Firestreak's golden fleece. Bucking up and down while he fucked my daughter.

"Hurry up and get me loose, Susan," I gushed enthusiastically. "I can't wait to get started."

Placing the sole of her foot against my ass for power, Susan pulled the dog from my loins. Brute's knotted cock didn't come out without a struggle, however, and when it finally left my cunt it was with a loud, wet plop.

Getting off the ground, I immediately climbed aboard Firestreak. His palomino coat was lathered with sweat and it felt damp and warm and good when I spread the bare cheeks of my ass across his broad back.

Down below, Susan was preparing her pet pony for the fuck. Handling his big red cock without the slightest bit of self-consciousness, she lubricated it with her lips and tongue. Soon the crimson organ was as stiff as a board and glistening with her spit.

"Mmmmmm, you're ready, aren't you, Firestreak?" my daughter cooed to the snorting horse. "Ready to stick your big prick in my tight pussy and fuck me until we both come?"

Letting go of his throbbing tool, Susan dropped to her knees under Firestreak's belly. Then her shapely ass stuck straight up in the air. When she spread her buns, her rear-opening twat was only inches from the head of the beast's cock.

Sitting atop Firestreak, I reacted instinctively. Gouging my heels into the horse's ribs like a cowboy wearing spurs, I urged him forward.

Firestreak slammed his stallion's hard-on on a straight line toward Susan's gaping pussy.

"Oooooooohhh!" my little girl moaned loudly, as the horse's immense cock traveled inch after inch within her.

After Firestreak's initial penetration had buried about half his prick in Susan's cunt, she took the initiative to enclose the rest. Wriggling her ass in a rolling, rocking rhythm of stark sensuality, she gradually drew up backward against the animal's loins, By the time the physical limitations of her fourteen-year-old body forced her to stop, Susan had nearly three-quarters of the stallion's gargantuan male hood stuffed up her tight fuckhole.

Now that both were satisfied with the depth of the insertion, Susan and Firestreak got down to the business of serious screwing. It was apparent from the first lurch of his flanks, and her delighted squeal, that they were very practiced at this.

Perched on the sweaty back of the pony, I bounced up and down, going up in the air higher and landing harder the faster and more furiously he fucked my daughter. Everytime my bare butt struck his back, my pussy loudly squished out juice. It was like sliding around on a freshly shampooed shag carpet.

"I love it," Susan was raspily sighing. "Looooove it! It feels so fucking goooood!"

Well, it certainly looked good. I wished it were me getting it in the tail from this big, strong stud. I was sure I'd have my chances, though.

Then the bucking stopped. Now Firestreak concentrated on making the deepest penetration he could. Obviously he was getting ready to shoot his load.

He whinnied excitedly, and then let go. The orgasm was so intense on an animal this size that I could actually feel the vibrations from his sudden ejaculation.

God, if the impact was this intense second-hand, what must Susan be going through?

The answer, of course, was ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. My daughter was screaming with joy.

At once I had an inspiration. Sliding from Firestreak's slick back, I dropped to the ground. There I quickly launched an oral attack on the union of horse cock and teenage pussy.

Since the cum was streaming in excess from the side of Susan's prick-stretched slit, I was able to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the wonderful stuff. It was sweeter and hotter than anything I'd ever tasted-even better than Brute's splendid German shepherd jizz.

Then, when Firestreak's prick finally pulled out of Susan's cunt, I licked it. It was covered with its own succulent discharge.

Finally I had lapped the horse-cock squeaky clean and was thinking of new fields to conquer. With my last mouthful of jism, I turned around and fell on top of my now-reclining daughter. Kissing her deeply, I transferred the wad of animal cum from my mouth to hers, forcing it down her throat with my ram-rodding tongue.

Our embrace lingered and lingered. Eventually Firestreak and Brute joined in, licking our naked bodies with their long raspy tongues while Susan and I made incestuous love.

"If you want to borrow Firestreak sometime, Mom, it's all right with me," Susan offered.

"Well, now that you mention it," I replied, "I was thinking about giving you a ride in the car to school tomorrow."

Chapter Six

After the kinks were worked out, life in the Country was magnificent. When we weren't making love to each other, Susan and I eagerly got it on with the animals, by ourselves or together. Brute, Firestreak, yes, even the pigs and the goat we fucked and sucked them all, and often.

A little over two years went by with no hitches. It was hard to believe that life could be this wonderful after all I'd been through.

Then one night in winter, with the snow blowing outside, everything went topsy-turvy. In case you haven't figured it out in advance, a man was at the bottom of it. A goddamn man.

Susan and I were lying in bed nude, fondling each other after a long, tiring love-making session, and watching a sitcom on the tube. In the middle of a commercial for floor wax, the broadcast was interrupted by a local news bulletin. A notorious murderer and rapist had broken out of death row and was at-large.

"Say, Mom," Susan said, "isn't the state prison in this county?"

"Yes," I answered. "Just a few miles from here. The authorities figure that if it's out here in the sticks there'll be no place to escape to if someone breaks out."

"Then the guy they're talking about on the TV could be tramping around in these woods," Susan said with a chill, the first time I'd seen her scared in a long while. Now a maturing young woman of sixteen, my daughter was usually remarkably poised under stress.

Suddenly the howling cry of an animal menacingly filled the night.

"Bloodhounds!" Susan gasped. "The authorities do think that bastard's around here!"

The reporter on television was still talking about the jailbreak, and now he said what neither Susan nor I wanted to hear. "Slaughter is thought to be in the Pines Forest area…"

"That's us." Susan gulped.

"… Warden Wheeler of the state prison says Slaughter should be considered extremely dangerous. The warden was quoted as saying that Slaughter probably feels he has nothing to lose because he's scheduled to be executed already, so he's capable of any atrocity… Now back to our regularly scheduled program."

The sitcom came back on in the middle of a pretty funny joke, but we weren't laughing. Susan wasn't the only one who was frightened now.

"Duke Slaughter," I finally forced myself to say. "Isn't he the one who raped all those women and then slashed their throats?"

Susan nodded her head. Her face was pale in spite of all the time she spent outdoors. Poor thing.

"You just wait here, darling," I rose to the occasion and tenderly stroked her. "I'll barricade the door and it'll make you feel a lot safer, you'll see."

Leaving Susan trembling in bed, I got up and started searching for anything solid I could throw up against the doors. Starting on the front entrance first, I piled two chairs and a table against it and was convinced it was impregnable.

It probably was, too. Unfortunately, however, a kitten could still walk through the still unfortified back door.

It was anything but a kitten, though, abruptly stomping around in the kitchen.

Brute came alive and started violently barking at the intruder. But then there was a brutal thwack, the sound of a body falling, and silence except for advancing footsteps. Anybody strong enough to take care of Brute was somebody I didn't want to meet.

Acting instinctively, I ran across the room and scrambled under the bed. In my stark terror, I had temporarily forgotten all about the vulnerable Susan.

By the time I realized I had abandoned my daughter, it was too late to act. A pair of muddy workboots had tromped into the room, and I could hear a man snorting like a bull.

"Heh-heh-heh," he laughed. "Lookie here at this sweet teenage meat. It's like God wanted me to find it. He musta led me here."

Abruptly I recalled that in addition to his other problems, I had read that Duke Slaughter was a religious fanatic. At his trial he'd claimed God had ordered him to rape and kill his hapless victims.

"P-please," Susan was barely able to force herself to speak, she was so terrified. "P-please leave me alone."

"The Man Upstairs wouldn't like that, little girl," Slaughter mumbled thickly, sounding like a low-grade dimwit. "No, The Big Fella wouldn't like that one bit after we went to all the trouble to bring me here. It was like I was one of them three wise men followin' a star."

"Are… are you going to… to rape me?" Susan's voice quavered.

"Damn straight," the big man smacked his lips. "Gonna fuck the living shit outta you, little lady."

"And you claim God wants you to do that?" Susan asked incredulously.

"No doubt about it. Why do you think I broke outta the slammer? To get away from all that sinful homosexuality and find myself the kinda hole to fuck that the Bible says is right. Now you just help me do God's work by opening up your fine legs, little girl."

"And if I don't?" she defiantly asked.

"I'll blow your friggin' brains out with this here gun I took off a guard, and then screw your damn corpse."

Spread your legs, I was mentally screaming to Susan. Do what he wants. It's better to be raped than dead. He probably murdered his other victims because they were foolish enough to resist. Relax and enjoy it, Susan!

After a tense pause, I heard Slaughter say, "Mmmmmm, that's it, honey. You've got a sweet, young cunt. The kind ol' Duke likes best-about sixteen years old I'd guess."

Well, he may have been a moron, but Slaughter was an expert when it came to young pussy.

"My sister was just about your age when I started fucking her," the escaped convict continued. "Her cunt was so tight in them days, it still hurts my pecker to think about it. Too bad she grew up and got married and had all them kids-the last time I screwed her, her pussy was like a damn gas main."

Then all I could hear was Slaughter's obscenely hard breathing. It was interrupted by the screech of a zipper whirring downward. Looking out from under the bed, I could see his filthy pants fall to the floor.

"What do you think of my dick, little girl?"

"It-it's certainly big," Susan choked.

"I know, God made me a special present of it," Slaughter said. "Every pansy on death row was beggin' me to fuck 'em in the ass."

"I-I don't know if I'd be able to take it all," Susan whimpered.

"The harder the struggle, the tighter the fit," the convict lewdly laughed. "I already told you ol' Duke likes a tight pussy. And your little slit looks like a damn dandy, girlie."

All of a sudden the bed started to rattle above me. Apparently Susan was struggling.

No, no, darling, I wanted to implore her. Take it easy. Relax and enjoy it. Let him fuck you and live!

Of course there was no way I could actually speak. Slaughter was far too big and powerful for me. My only chance was to surprise him.

"I see you're a regular wildcat," Slaughter rasped to Susan. "I'll show you how Duke Slaughter handles wildcats. Just like Daniel in the lion's den."

After a split second that seemed to last forever, a chilling smack filled the air. Then the depression in the mattress from Susan's body abruptly lifted. Glancing to my right from under the bed, I saw my daughter landing on the floor from the awesome force of Slaughter's blow. Her mouth was bleeding from the punch, her tawny legs spread from the impact of the fall.

Now the convict's bare limbs came into view, framing my daughter's trembling, naked body.

The stark fear in my child's bugging eyes told me that the sight of Slaughter's hard-on must be fearsome. I found myself wishing he'd turn to the side so I could see it for myself.

Then, my wish came true. For some reason he shifted his position forty-five degrees to the right and was stroking his prick.

Duke Slaughter was a big, big man by any standard-but his cock was even bigger. It was impossible by all standards.

I won't even attempt to estimate its length. Let's just say that it definitely exceeded Firestreak's stallion equipment.

Duke Slaughter was one crook who didn't need to arm himself. He had his own deadly weapon growing like a bludgeon from between his legs.

When the shadow of his hard-on was across her face, Slaughter looked down at Susan and growled, "How do you want it, little sister?"

"Wha… what are my choices?" my daughter bravely gulped.

"Asshole or cunt," he tersely answered. I could see her wince, as I felt myself do the same. The prospect of Slaughter's phallic monster up a sixteen-year-old girl's exceptionally tight anus was frightening.

"Okay," Susan wearily gave in. "Go ahead and fuck my pussy. I promise I won't fight you any more."

Good girl!

Maybe things would work out after all. If Susan didn't struggle, then Slaughter would get all wrapped up in fucking her. When he turned his back to me again, I'd crawl out from under the bed and bash him over the head with a lamp or something.

Breathlessly I waited for the rapist to enter the succulent preserve between my daughter's spread legs. Because of the adrenaline pumping through her body, Susan's cunt throbbed invitingly. Slaughter couldn't resist trying to get inside for long.

However, instead of getting down to Susan's level he abruptly reached down and snatched her up from the floor as though she were weightless. Holding her in the air like a doll, he brought her down on a direct angle toward his looming hard-on. Slaughter was going to fuck my daughter in mid-air.

Quickly the escaped convict centered the purple head of his prick against Susan's crotch, sliding its girth into the groove of her pink labia. It was shocking to see my child's beautiful, young pussy invaded by this alien force.

Jerking Susan's trunk toward him, Slaughter brutally slammed several phallic inches home. After he repeated the process, there was sufficient penetration to allow him to remove his hands and still leave her airborne. Yes, the pole of his cock was so strong he could suspend a healthy 16-year-old girl on it.

I knew I was supposed to be concentrating on my plan to put out Slaughter's lights, but the truth was that I was mesmerized by the incredible action. Duke Slaughter must have enjoyed himself plenty on his way to death row.

Once he had her securely locked in place, the fiend amused himself by bounding Susan up and down on the giant prong of his hard-on. Even though only half of his prick was engorging her twat, she was crying with pain because it was already in too far.

With his hands free, Slaughter squeezed Susan's firm sixteen-year-old tits. He pinched them until they were bright red and stiff.

In the meantime, his cock was accomplishing a few extra inches of probing insertion from the constant fucking motion. Eventually, perhaps two thirds of it was torturously filling my daughter's tight pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if even I, as a grown, fully developed woman, could take all of this prick to the hilt without splitting in two.

Apparently Slaughter was satisfied with the depth of his cock. He dropped his hands from Susan's tits to her waist and began jogging her rapidly back and forth. Masturbating with her. Getting ready to come.

A flash of insight abruptly struck me. Now was the time for my attack!

For the first time in several minutes, I looked away from the brutal rape of my daughter. On the track again, I was searching for a weapon.

Finally I settled on the biggest lamp we owned. The base was made out of a chunk of redwood.

While Slaughter snorted, Susan whimpered, and his huge cock pulled noisily in and out of her narrow pussy, I made my move. Scooting out from under the bed, I practically dove for the lamp.

Snatching it from the table top, I wheeled around and smashed it over Slaughter's head just as he turned around to see what was going on. Believe me, I put everything I had into that blow.

Unfortunately, my best had about as much effect on the thick-necked, hard-headed Slaughter as a gnat bite. Without even blinking, he kept right on fucking.

In fact, it even seemed to help him. Just seconds after the crash against his skull, his balls violently contracted and he came like a rocket in my daughter's cunt.

From my place beside them, I had a perfect view of the excess cum gushing from the sides of Susan's fucked twat. Within seconds her usually tan and smooth thighs were coated with the lumpy whiteness of sticky male gruel.

Maybe Slaughter was so absorbed in what he was doing he had forgotten I was even there. Perhaps if I made a break for it, I could reach the shiny gun that I now saw lying on the bed where he'd left it I darted to my right. I got about two feet. It was like running into a brick wall.

Slaughter reached out with one of his arms to stop me the instant I'd moved. Swinging violently, he felled me.

"Oh, Mom, are you all right?" Susan cried from her perch atop Slaughter's enormous cock.

"Don't worry, little girl, your momma'll be all right after I fuck her," the barbarian answered for me. "Nothin' ol' Duke likes better'n humpin' the daughter, and then following it up by screwing the cunt where she come from. I call that real togetherness."

"Leave my mother alone, you animal!" Susan shrieked.

"Whatta you care, little Miss Teenybopper," Slaughter growled, "I already gave you your fair share. Christ, your momma wants it as bad as you did, you little whore."

"Don't argue with the man, Susan," I forced myself to interrupt. There was no point in antagonizing the sadistic escaped convict; pleasing him was the name of the game if we were to survive. "God wants him to fuck me, the same as with you. We don't have anything to say about it. It's God's way."

"But, Mother-"

"Shhhhhh, dear," I softly hissed. "Mother knows best. The Lord works in mysterious ways."

Suddenly she got it. I could see by the expression on her face, and the way she quickly winked at me. Susan realized that if I seemed cooperative by playing into his religious fantasy, Slaughter would finally withdraw the sword of his prick from her suffering pussy and leave her alone. Maybe she could scurry to safety and get some help.

To make certain the plan had a chance, I decided to appear more than just cooperative. Still on the floor, I took advantage of my sprawled position to spread my legs to the ultimate. My pussy was flexing from between my thighs like a hairy fist.

"I'll bet you can't get it all the way inside me," I boldly challenged Slaughter. It was a spontaneous and cunning piece of strategy that put the rapist on the defensive for the first time.

Sliding Susan off his prick, he hissed at me: "You bitch! The Devil sent you to test me, didn't he?" Susan went flying into a corner and bounced like a rubber ball, but at least her punishment was over.

All the while, I was flashing my open twat, daring Slaughter to fuck me. The quicker he accepted my challenge for him to try and take me to the hilt, the sooner Susan could get away.

"Well, come on, Strongboy," I taunted him. "Are you going to fish or cut bait?"

I could tell he was dying to slug me. Steam was practically coming out of his chunky ears. I should have been terrified, but surprisingly I wasn't.

Even Slaughter was smart enough to realize that if he knocked me unconscious he'd never be able to prove to me he could screw me all the way down to his balls. It almost killed him, but somehow Slaughter managed not to clobber me.

"Stop stalling, motherfucker!" I snapped. "Put your cock in my cunt and start fucking me, you big ape." He growled just like the gorilla I had compared him to. When he began to guide his enormous hard-on toward my pussy, he resembled King Kong armed with a baseball bat.

"Hmmmmmppphhh," I snorted contemptuously, playing my role to the maximum. "I've seen bigger dongs thin that on interior decorators."

When he bellowed with rage, the ape became a monster. Slaughter had nothing but destruction on his primitive mind.

Using his huge cock like a battering ram, he blindly rushed me. He was so spaced-out from fury that I could have easily moved to one side and eluded him. However, I didn't move a muscle.

Now he was on top of me, bashing his prick into my cunt. What carnal brutality! I could feel the pain from the tips of my wriggling toes to the top of my tingling scalp.

Slaughter's thrusting probe took my breath away with its sheer power. In fact, his dick was halfway within my twat before I remembered that my plan was to try and retard his penetration so Susan could do something.

So I began fighting back with my pussy muscles, trying to clog the portion of my fuck-hole not yet engorged by cock.

Over in the corner Susan was shaking off her dizziness and trying to stand up. Even from my partially blocked view, I could see that her snatch was black and blue as a result of Slaughter's phallic punishment.

While the convict was raping me, Susan tottered across the room toward the kitchen. When I realized she planned to escape out the back door, I let out a scream to cover up the noise.

It worked. Susan got outside without a hitch. She was going for help. Now all I had to do in the meantime was keep fucking Slaughter. When the search party arrived, he'd be a sitting duck.

Time was a factor, though. I had no idea how long it would take Susan to find the authorities that were roaming the woods.

In other words, the tighter I made my cunt, the harder the fuck would be for Slaughter. The longer it would take, increasing chances that help could arrive before he was gone, and my life might be saved.

I could feel my vaginal sinews twisting like the strands in a steel cable. Believe me, I was giving the biggest of all pricks a real fight.

"You bitch! You filthy bitch!" Slaughter snarled in frustration.

"Tsk, tsk! What would God say about such language," I exclaimed. "You should be praying, Duke, not cursing."

"You're the one'll be praying, slut, after I'm through with you," he replied "Is that a threat or a promise?" I taunted him.

"Fucking whore," he muttered in frustration.

He was starting to get antsy. I realized I'd better let him have a couple of more inches of phallic penetration to calm him down before he separated my head from my shoulders.

I relaxed the muscles of my cunt just enough for Slaughter to make a significant shove. Despite the horrible circumstances of the situation, his cock was starting to feel good in my twat. Very good. My senses were beginning to run away from my intellect.

I'd planned to tighten up my pussy after I'd made my tactical retreat. However, when it came time to cinch up, I couldn't force myself to do it. All of a sudden my sense of danger was dwindling, and I was increasingly contemplating what it would actually feel like to take Slaughter's immense prick to the hilt. Taking advantage of my weakness, Slaughter redoubled his grinding efforts to fuck me to his nuts. If I didn't do something quickly he might accomplish his goal. And if he came too soon, I might be dead before Susan returned with help.

But, by now, I couldn't make myself care. Things had eventually come to the point where all I could concentrate on was the huge dick blasting up my pussy. Fucking was the only thing in the universe.

Needless to say, my pussy muscles never did snap back. From here on in it was clear sailing for his cock.

"Ummmmppphhh! Uuuummmmppphh! Ummmmmmppph!" he grunted as he took advantage of the wide opening between my legs.

But I was impatient. I wanted it faster. All I could think about now was getting Slaughter's cock all the way inside me.

I took drastic measures. I grabbed his egg-like balls and squeezed them as hard as I could, yanking them toward me.

Slaughter yowled in pain. He pitched forward. Abruptly I could feel his hairy nuts roughly scraping against the outer petals of my snatch.

Yes, the ape-like bastard was fucking me to the hilt. No cock had ever screwed me this deeply. I had just reached cloud nine and was orgasmically soaring higher.

"Come in me, you sonofabitch!" I screamed. "Come in my pussy the way you did in my daughter's!"

He was too far gone to speak coherently by now. His reply was a series of snorts and grunts. I was satisfied he was doing his best.

I could feel his huge prick tugging back and forth within my spasming cunt, chafing itself toward ejaculation. I wondered what would happen if I squeezed his scrotum again.

Only one way to find out. Grasping the pulsing sack, I clamped down on the churning orbs for all I was worth.

"Yeeeeeooooowww!" Slaughter howled with pain. However, his most significant response was that his cock simultaneously lurched, temporarily expanding another merciless inch.

I didn't have to let go of his balls. Even with my tight grip, they jumped away from my fingers. The wait was over.

The cum started to flow just as the bloodhounds began baying outside. Susan had arrived with the search party just as I was getting a cuntful of the rapist's jizz.

However, if I was worried about proving an explanation when the cops knocked down the door and discovered me like this, I needn't have. No, after all the risks I had taken, the law was playing it safe.

"We've got this place surrounded, Slaughter!" somebody called over a bullhorn. "Come out or we'll kill you."

"But my mother's in there!" I could hear Susan protesting.

"Shut up, kid," the cop snapped. "We know how to capture our own escaped convicts."

While we were still fucking, I could see Slaughter's normally dull eyes light up. As though I could read his mind through them, I immediately realized he was thinking hostage.

Fortunately, by now my cunt was like a swamp. Even Slaughter's massive dick would slip out easily enough with a good pull.

He apparently had noticed the same thing. Abruptly recolling from each other, we broke our genital lock and both dove for the gun which was still on the bed.

Slaughter was strong and powerful, but he was so muscle-bound he was slow. I easily beat him to the pistol, and had it cocked and pointed at him by the time he came up short.

"I'm taking you out of here," I said, with the gun aimed between his beady eyes.

"Over my dead body," he defiantly replied. "You'll have to kill me first, and I don't think you got the nerve, little momma. God is lookin' out for ol' Duke again. Now just hand over my hog-leg, and I'll be takin' you hostage. Just think of it as me doin' my job."

He reached his beefy paw out for the revolver as though he hadn't a thing to worry about. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the trigger and blew off the top of his head. As I stood there and watched him die, I could feel his sticky cum running down my legs.

Chapter Seven

There was no way we could live on the farm in peace after I shot Duke Slaughter. The publicity was enormous. After all, I, a mere woman, had succeeded in capturing a vicious criminal where half the cops in the state had failed.

The story had made the national news. Curiosity-seekers just wouldn't stop coming on our property to see where it had all happened. The previously isolated farm became a goldfish bowl for Susan and me.

"Let's get out of this place and start all over again," I said to Susan after a few weeks of this. "Move across the country and live somewhere where nobody knows us."

She readily agreed that it was a good idea. However, her rationale went even deeper than mine.

"I think I'm pregnant," my daughter finally confessed, after I'd noticed something was wrong and kept questioning her. "Starting yesterday is the second period I've missed."

"Slaughter?"

She nodded her head. "It has to be him. He's the only man I've fucked. Before him, you and the animals were the only ones I'd been having sex with, That's why I haven't been using any protection."

I couldn't help but flinch. How could everything have suddenly gone so wrong? When it rains, it pours, I grimly thought.

"Mother, are you all right?"

"Sure, honey, sure," I tried to reassure her. But inside I was trembling with apprehension.

One thing was sure. It was obvious our luck had run out here and we definitely had to get as far away from this place as possible. Our life on the farm had turned into a ghastly nightmare.

We sold the farm to a real-estate developer for cash on the barrel head, then loaded our worldly possessions into a van and just started driving. It was sheer flight.

The first couple of days we made six hundred miles by the time we stopped. On the third day, however, Susan developed all the symptoms of morning sickness and we weren't able to leave the motel room until noon. Then, the next day, it happened again.

On the fifth day there was a change in our luck. However, it was for the worse, even though Susan felt fine. In the middle of the most desolate stretch of road I've ever seen, the van broke down.

Neither of us knew the first thing about cam. All we could do was pray for some sympathetic motorist to come along and rescue us.

"When was the last car you saw, Susan?" I hopefully asked my glum daughter as we sat by the roadside in the scorching sun.

"Hours ago," she sighed in something that sounded like utter defeat. "To tell you the truth I can't remember any traffic since we got off the Interstate. I don't even think the Highway Patrol bothers with this God-forsaken highway."

"Somebody will come along," I said forlornly. "They have to."

"What makes you so sure they'll stop?"

"Because it's the decent thing to do," I said with a wavering voice.

"Since when does decency have anything to do with what people do," Susan contemptuously sneered.

"I'm positive you're wrong," I insisted, but inside I was wracked with doubt. My daughter had me feeling as though I were hopelessly naive to hold out a shred of hope.

"Okay," she said calmly, "here's a chance to see who's right. There's someone coming from the east."

I looked to my left. Sure enough, through the wavering lines of heat rising from the broiling asphalt road was the distorted form of something on wheels descending from the horizon.

We waited and waited for the lonely vehicle which seemed to be our only hope. During this interim Susan never displayed the slightest glimmer of hope. I prayed her pessimism was misplaced.

Then, gradually, the motorist neared us. It was a truck. We could see the exhaust of the diesel trailing behind the cab.

I waited breathlessly. Susan, on the other hand, was as cool as a cucumber. She apparently had no doubt how things were going to turn out and wasn't about to excite herself unnecessarily.

"Here it comes," I said with a false show of confidence, and stood up to stretch my thumb in the standard hitchhiking gesture.

Suddenly the cab of the truck was filling up the road. I could see the driver's face as clear as day. He didn't even look my way.

"There it goes," Susan noted glumly.

He hadn't even slowed down. It had been like we weren't even there.

"I hope you're satisfied," I turned and snapped at my daughter, as though she were somehow responsible for the selfishness of the trucker.

"I didn't make the world," she reminded me. "I'm just a realist. People are no damn good-you're not going to get anyone to do anything for you unless they think they're going to get something in return."

I slumped to the ground.

We had to wait at least another hour before a new speck appeared at the top of the horizon. By this time I was just as cynical as my daughter, but willing to make it work to our advantage. With a pregnant daughter as my responsibility, I was prepared to humiliate myself, if need be, to get us to safety.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Susan asked as the approaching car came nearer.

"The only thing I can," I replied, unbuttoning my blouse without hesitation. "If we want a ride, at least one of us is going to have to stop having such a defeatist attitude and work at it."

Her eyes grew big and round as I tossed the blouse to the roadside and started unhooking my bra. For the first time since the van had broken down, Susan's face was showing something besides resignation.

"Mom, are you doing what I think you're doing?" she asked with a kind of awe.

"You're damn right," I replied, sending my bra fluttering into the air like twin parachutes so my bare tits were hanging from my chest. "If the next driver is a man, I'd like to see him pass us by without looking after I'm stripped."

"But he'll think you're willing to have sex with him just for a ride," Susan protested.

"If that's the way the world works, then I'll just have to adjust to it," I summed up the dilemma. "When you're drowning, the worst thing you can do is struggle-and the way I look at it we re drowning on dry land,"

She thought about it while the car drew nearer and I went to work removing my panties from beneath my skirt. My plan was to stand in the middle of the highway and lift my hem, flashing my pussy and jiggling my breasts in plenty of time for the driver to stop.

"Then you're determined to do this, Mother," my daughter nervously concluded.

"Just watch me," I replied over my shoulder, as I walked out into the middle of the highway.

There, in plain view, I straddled the white line and hoisted my dress to my waist. Right away I could feel the sun baking against my exposed crotch. The solar rays were glimmering off the sleek triangle of my sweaty muff.

Here came the car. It must have been doing ninety. By the time I could make out its dimensions it was too late to get out of the road.

"Mom, look out!" Susan shrieked in alarm. "It's a cop!"

As if I couldn't see the lights on top and the black and white exterior. It was probably the worst choice I could have made for my desperate stunt, but it was too late to back out now.

In a split second of terror I could see the face of the driver. His expression turned to incredulity and then alarm under his ten-gallon hat. Then his teeth ground together as he frantically twisted the wheel to the right to force the cruiser off the road and try and keep from reducing me to a grease spot. The squealing of the brakes seemed to ricochet through the air.

The next thing I knew I was enshrouded in a blinding swirl of dust. The acrid stench of scorched brake lining hit my nose like smelling salts.

When the flying dirt settled down and the view was clear, I sighted the patrol car in a ditch. A frantic Susan was pulling open the door on the driver's side, trying to see if anyone was injured.

"How… how does it look?" I anxiously called.

"There's two of them!" Susan yelled back.

"They're both out cold."

"Any blood?"

"A little. But it only seems to be from cuts where their heads bounced against the dashboard and knocked them out."

I walked over to the wreck. Considering the speed at which it had been traveling, it was a miracle the car wasn't tipped over or demolished.

"What'll we do?" Susan wanted to know. "If we stick around they'll find us here."

"But there's no place to hide," I pointed out. "The nearest cover is in those mountains ten or twenty miles away. We've got to make a stand to save ourselves. It's the only way out of this."

It was clear that Susan had no idea what I was talking about. How do two apparently helpless women make a stand against two armed Highway Patrolmen?

Despite my scare, however, I was brimming with confidence. If I was willing to flash my tits and pussy in the path of a speeding car just to get a ride, I was willing to do even more to keep Susan and me out of jail.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Susan gasped with astonishment, as I brushed past her and knelt by the side of the unconscious driver of the patrol car.

She had perfectly good reason to register alarm. I was unzipping his fly.

"It's the only way," I assured her. "We've got to fix it so that when they come to there are no complaints."

"How is taking off his pants going to accomplish that?" Susan wailed.

"Very simple. If you were a man and woke up with a naked woman servicing your prick, would you be angry?"

"No," she admitted. "I'd probably think I'd died and gone to heaven."

"Good girl," I chuckled as I slid the patrolman's trousers and underpants down his legs so I had access to his exposed cock and balls. "This is survival time. We're either winners or losers, Susan. Which do you want to be?"

"A… a winner," my daughter stammered, in awe of my firm resolve.

"Then open the door on the other side of the car," I snapped without hesitation. "Pull down the other guy's pants and start blowing him the way I'm going to do to the driver as quickly as I can wrap my lips around the head of his dick."

If Susan had any doubts I meant business, I immediately dispelled them by shoving my face into the Patrolman's bare crotch. Right away my mouth had engulfed his flaccid genitals.

My daughter was no dummy. She caught on that she had no other choice.

Suddenly her clothes were peeling from her young body and she was even more naked than I. To match her, I removed my skirt. Then both of us began sucking cock in earnest.

"How's yours, Mom?" Susan asked after a couple of minutes of noisy slurping.

"Salty," I replied. "These guys must sweat a lot." "You said it. My cop's dork tastes like a slab of bacon," my daughter giggled. "Is your guy getting hard?"

"I'm making some progress," I reported. "I'd say I've got him up to about a semi."

"Same here. I'm betting this dude'll go about ten inches when he's completely hard. How big does yours look, Mom?"

"The same. Having a big cock must be a requirement for being a Highway Patrolman in this state."

"I'm sure the taxpayers will be happy to hear that," Susan laughed, and then resumed sucking.

With the kind of fervent suction we were applying, it was only a matter of time before Susan and I produced two hard-ons with our oral magic. The two guys on whom we were chewing down would have had to have been dead to avoid responding with turgid erections.

Their pricks grew and grew. When I was on the verge of gagging with mine, I glanced over and saw that my daughter's cheeks were bulging. It was too late to back off now.

My lips were nuzzling balls when my cop's cock finally unfurled to its full extent. Now the question was whether I should continue this way until he came in my mouth, or up the ante. Needless to say, Susan had to be thinking the same thing.

I knew it was my place to lead. After all, I had provoked this affair, so the responsibility for its conclusion rested on my shoulders.

Sliding the Patrolman's stiff dick from my mouth, I hopped up on the seat and sat on his lap, facing him. There was only one sure-fire thing to do.

And that was to fuck him.

Clutching his prick, I slid the knotty crown against the dangling lips of my spread pussy. The sensation of male meat against female meat automatically caused my snatch to gush. When I looked down, the cop's pubic hair was glistening with my dripping cunt juice.

Susan quickly followed suit. The head of her cop's cock sliced through her wispy pubic curls and pressed against her clitoral region. She was already moaning.

"Let's fuck the shit out of these guys," I groaned. "No point in pretending we have any other choice."

I introduced my cop's hard-on into my gaping cunt without further ado. My cunt was so soft and squishy that penetration was immediate and complete. I was sitting on a full ten inches of peter before I knew it.

Just a jump behind her mother, Susan was doing as well. The fit was a little tighter in her sixteen-year-old cunt, but that didn't stop her. let's face it, my daughter knew how to fuck just as well as I did, We started. going up and down like pistons, Susan's loins lifting when mine plunged, and vice-versa.

"Mine's stirring," Susan interrupted. "I think he might wake up. What should I do?"

"Get rid of his gun," I directed. "The only thing you want him to shoot you with is his dick."

She plucked the.38 special and threw it as far as she could across the sand. I did the same with my man's gun.

Now both cops were squirming. The way I had it timed, they would surge to consciousness just as their dicks were spurting in our cunts.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck," I spurred us on.

"In-and-out, in-and-out," Susan elaborated.

We were screwing faster and faster, bouncing up and down on the cops' cocks like we were performing on a trampoline.

The loins of the cops were literally bucking by now, meeting our every thrust with surges of their own. On the downstroke penetration was total. It was deep, deep fucking.

Then, suddenly, a rough pair of masculine hands seized my waist, holding me at full insertion. When Susan came down, the same thing happened to her.

We both looked down and simultaneously stared into open eyes. The Highway Patrolmen had been fucked awake at last. Now it was time for the true test of our femininity.

My guy automatically reached for his gun. I couldn't help laughing when he grabbed a handful of empty holster.

"Your pistol's right where you want it," I said teasingly. "Go ahead and shoot me."

With that, I clenched the muscles of my pussy harder than I ever had in my life.

Yes, I was being come in. The head of my cop's cock was bursting. liquid chunks of molten lead were blasting to the depths of my cunt. It was target-practice time in my fuck-hole.

"You're a real sharpshooter, aren't you?" I moaned to the stunned patrolman writhing beneath me. He looked like a confused chicken. Nothing in his law-enforcement training or experience had ever prepared him for a moment like this.

Susan's quarry was just as humorous. Trapped by a teenage pussy, he was as helpless as a baby despite the muscles bulging under his shirt and knotting his splayed. legs. A sixteen-year-old girl had laid him out like a rug.

"Has he come in you yet?" I asked.

"Like a hydrant," she joyously informed me. "I can't imagine being fucked by a better cock."

"Me neither," I called back

"What do we do now?"

"Make a deal," I tersely stated. "The least these clowns owe us is a ride to the next town."

"But I think they want to arrest us," Susan giggled, looking down into the confused eyes of her prisoner.

"Then I'm sure the judge will be interested in our accusation that they raped us," I said. "They'll be hard put to explain the medical report of fresh semen in our cunts."

"Too bad," Susan sighed facetiously. "Two splendid law-enforcement careers nipped in the bud because of lack of self-control. And all because our pussies are so irresistible."

Our two hostages were fully awake now, but still speechless, With no guns, and imprisoned by their cocks, they were helpless. Susan and I had succeeded in turning a seemingly hopeless situation into one of total female dominance. After all our bad luck lately, it felt as good as hell.

Then Susan came up with something that was so ingenious it made my head swim with admiration. "I'll bet if we let Mutt and Jeff here fuck us in the ass they'll even let us drive this heap ourselves back to town," she said.

"Why not," I agreed. "My crime-buster's cock is still as hard as a rock. How about yours?"

"Like steel," she informed me.. "My asshole's already itching for some action."

"Then let's do 'er!" I exclaimed, popping my cop's prick out of my twat and guiding it back a notch.

The stony head of his cock felt even better against my asshole than it had against my pussy. The shit was already gurgling in my bowels in anticipation of a maximum probe, and I could hear Susan's doing the same.

The Highway Patrolmen were gasping continuously now.

Except for their cocks, our pair of Smokies was as weak as kittens. There was absolutely nothing to stop Susan and me from copping an ass-fuck if we wanted to.

We wanted to.

"Mmmmmm, I'm sticking his cock in my butt," I informed my daughter. "It's even tighter than it was in my cunt."

"Same here," she reported. "I wonder if they'll be able to come again so soon."

"If they don't they'll have to walk back to town," I laughed. Then, for emphasis, I snatched the keys out of the ignition and jiggled them noisily in my hand, just to show who was in charge.

We went to work getting it on. Content with my daughter and the farm animals for well over two years, it had been a long time since a human hard-on had fucked my tightest hole. It was a delight to sample some hetero ass-fucking after so long a drought. Men were jerks, but there was no denying the sweet power of a stiff cock in the right place.

"Oh fuck me, you big stud!" I groaned excitedly. "Fuck me in the ass!" Susan was just as demonstrative, but with guttural rasps and murmurs rather than words. As far as I knew, this was her first cornholing, but she was going at it like an old pro. My daughter never ceased to make me proud of her.

"Deeper, deeper!" I implored the cop pinioned beneath me. "Fuck my shit!"

I could feel the thick inches sliding within me. And when I looked over at Susan, I could witness them doing the same in her butt.

Then nuts were squashing against our grinding buns. Both cocks were in our rectums to the hilt. If my daughter was feeling what I did, the head of her cop's cock was blasting the chunks of crap loose from the walls of her spasming colon.

"Come, come, you bastard!" I cried. "Make me shit jizz for a week."

I reached down and grabbed his scrotum. Susan did the same to her man. We both squeezed for all we were worth. It's a man's world until some horny woman grabs hold of his nuts.

"Arrrrgggghhhh," was the first sound my victim made. Maybe it wasn't a word you can find in the dictionary, but its meaning was perfectly clear to me.

His balls were boiling.

Susan's prey put in his two cents' worth, too. Only he groaned, "Unnnnhhhh." The message, however, was precisely the same. Trust a woman to know.

Okay, time for the crunch. The vise-like sinews of the female asshole don't allow for much lingering. The friction they produce is so intense that no cock can go without shooting its wad for long. Buggery is guaranteed cummery.

I felt my cop's prick expand that tell-tale extra inch in my anal fuck-pit that always spells imminent ejaculation. When Susan rockily bumped, I knew she was experiencing the same sensation.

We squeezed their nuts one more time, just for good measure.

We may have gotten the drop on them, but our two crime-stoppers proved once and for all that they were no slouches when it came to the truly important things in life. Crooks may have had a better than even chance of eluding them, but a tight female asshole would have to take its medicine.

Thick, goopy medicine. Hot medicine. Cum on prescription!

The scalding jizz flooded both our colons. Then, when our bowels were compacted with liquid, the flow reversed itself. Now the spunk was squirting out of our asses as fast as it had poured in. The front seat of the car was suddenly a swamp.

My daughter and I were anally orgasming to beat the band. If a climax in a woman's cunt is dynamite, one in her rectum is a hydrogen bomb.

The ride to town? Well, after we were finished ass-fucking, Susan wanted to handcuff the cops with their own irons and make them think we were taking them into headquarters on a citizens' arrest for raping us. I, however, prevailed.

Tom and Harry, as their names turned out to be, courteously transported us to a garage, telling us about their wives and kids on the way. Harry, the one who had fucked Susan, had a daughter the same age as Susan, Never, before had I realized that policemen are people just like the rest of us.

Chapter Eight

Our van had developed burnt-out valves. It had to be towed in to be worked on, and on the way the idiot driving the truck ran over a pot-hole and bent one of the axles into a pretzel.

"Now, if it was just the valves," the mechanic told me, "we'd have you on your way in a day or so. But this axle… well, that's a different story entirely."

"Get to the point, mister," I snapped with exasperation, sensing I was being conned.

He stopped talking and looked at me as though I were an alien from another planet. Apparently garage mechanics aren't used to women talking back to them.

"Well?" I insisted.

He stopped looking at me like I was from outer space in favor of the kind of gaze one usually reserves for a fresh dog turd. "If you don't like it, lady," he bitingly chose his words, "find yourself another garage."

"But this is the only one in town," I protested.

"Then it looks like you'll just have to shut your trap and wait until we can get the parts for your car," he smirked with obvious pleasure.

"I see," I whispered.

"And the next time you start thinkin' you're so damn smart," he rubbed it in, "just remember one thing."

"Which is?"

"It's a man's world," he clucked triumphantly. "All this Women's Lib trash don't mean diddly-shit in real life. You'll know things have really changed when you run into a dame running a garage-and that'll happen about the same time hell freezes over and there's a lady Pope. Till that happens, just keep a zipper on your lip and do what you're fuckin' told."

I reeled under the impact of his brutal words. What bothered me the most was that there was no rational way to argue with him. He did hold all the cards.

What was worse, he'd started me thinking about the state of my life. What a fool I'd been to think that my daughter and I were free of the male influence.

I had to face it. Susan and I may not have had a man in the immediate family for over two years, but we were just as tied to the masculine will as we'd been when Ernie was supporting us.

We could run to the ends of the earth and the problem would still be there. When you're born without a dick between your legs, second best is automatically what you have to settle for.

In a very real way, this grimy garage mechanic was the king, and I was the slave. If I wanted my car repaired, I had to please him.

"Maybe there's something I could to hurry things up," I said.

"Hah!" he snorted contemptuously. "I've been a mechanic for twenty years. If there was one thing some broad could tell me about cars that I didn't know, I'd eat my wrenches."

"I'd never be so presumptuous," I replied as sincerely as I could. "I just meant… well, there are certain ways a woman can motivate a man."

"Such as?" he eyed me suspiciously.

"Oh," I obviously flirted, "a little favor here and there. You know, if I scratch your back, you'll scratch mine."

"Stop beatin' around the bush, lady," he snapped. "I'm a busy man. What're you gettin' at?"

"I'll let you decide," I cooed, provocatively undoing the top two buttons of my blouse.

By now even a guy this dumb could see what I was getting at. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see my bare tits by looking down the open flap of my blouse.

For the first time his dirty face lost its angry cast. Even though he was a man nearly as hard-bitten and tough as Duke Slaughter, the mechanic began to resemble a confused boy.

His response was my cue to unbutton the remainder of my blouse. Before his bulging eyes, my breasts bobbed completely into view. Through sheer willpower I had made the nipples as erect as miniature spikes.

"Want to fuck me? You can take me right here in the garage if you want to."

My hopes soared as he responded with incoherent stammering. Down below, the crotch of his filthy coveralls abruptly became taut with genital swelling.

"I'll bet you've got a big cock," I remarked on the obvious. "With my tight, wet pussy I could give you a fuck you'd never forget."

"I… I can get all the gash I want," he stammered, but he wasn't at all convincing. I was counting on the probability that his sex-life consisted of routinely plugging a beaten-down wife at home whose twat had dried up and grown flabby from having too many kids.

"You may have screwed a lot of women, but you've never fucked a pussy like mine. And if you turn me down, you'll always wonder."

He was back to stuttering again.

"Want to inspect the merchandise?" I poured it on. "I'll show you my cunt if you want me to."

Then, after a telling pause, I played the ace up my sleeve.

"But you have to beg me."

When he hesitated, I reached forward and stroked the throbbing bulge in his pants. Upon the initial touch it was easy to tell that his cock was as hard as a rock. If this guy didn't go ahead and agree to fuck me, his nuts would be sore for a week.

"Come on," I crooned, expertly rubbing his swollen crotch. "Tell me how much you want to see my pussy.

He was a tough one, though. I'd have to take his prick out of his pants to prove once and for all that I meant business.

It was a big one, and slick with funky masculine sweat. The instant I touched it, my fingertips became sticky.

"Feel good?" I asked him as I slowly jacked him off.

Like a puppet he nodded his head.

"Believe me, it would feel even better inside my tight pussy," I promised him. "Now are you ready for my cunt?"

"Yes… yes," he gasped.

"Beg me."

"P-please," he stammered. The word came hard for him. "Please show me your cunt."

"That's better," I savored my triumph. Then I let go of his hard-on, undid my skirt, and let it drop to the oil-stained floor.

The only barrier remaining between his eyes and my twat was my thin panties. Through sheer willpower I had made my pussy leak enough so that the fabric was clinging to my cunt. The wet triangle between my thighs was like an engraved invitation to fuck.

"Why don't you take them off?" I purred. "Roll my panties down my legs. I want to feel your rough fingers against my skin."

His fluttering fingers hooked beneath the elastic waistband and began excitedly tugging downward.

In his anxiousness he didn't know his own strength. The flimsy panty-coth immediately began to rip under the strain. By the time he had stripped me, the fabric was torn to shreds.

Once my pussy was out in the open, I began provocatively flexing it. Tipping my pelvis upward, I flared the labia and sent thick juice streaming down my thighs.

"Touch me," I commanded. "Touch me down there."

His thick fingers automatically plunged into my seeping crevice His touch was rough and greasy.

"Pull the lips apart," I instructed. "Make my clit pop out so you can play with it."

He did as he was told. Looking down, I saw the pink button of my clitoris surge into the open with turgid erectness. He began pressing it like a doorbell and I creamed all over his hand to the wrist.

While he was doing this, I began stroking his hard-on again. It was throbbing with desire, hungering to get inside me.

"I'm wet, aren't I?" I led him on. "Just think how it would feel to stick your cock in that goo all the way up to your balls."

Snorting like an enraged bull, he abandoned all restraint and pushed me backward. Fortunately I landed on a pile of oily rags or I might have broken my back on the cement floor.

"Fuck me," I reiterated from behind the V of my spread legs.

He grappled on top of me, handling his prick like one of his wrenches. Expertly he slipped it in.

Once contact was made, I no longer had to play-act. A woman's cunt was made by Nature to accept a stiff cock with no questions asked, and that's all there is to it.

It's a man's world; all right. But what woman would complain with a hard dick in her cunt.

"Oooooh, that's it, tiger," I moaned as the mechanic inched- his prick up my fuck-hole. "Ram me all the way. To the hilt!"

He grunted and shoved. Mmmmmmm, I could feel his thick tool surging to the maximum. In just a few seconds his hairy balls were pulsing against my tender labia. "Now, move," I whispered sensuously in his ear "Roll your ass the way I'm rolling mine."

My butt whipsawed from side to side, catching his prick like a handle so that I had full control over the movement of his hips. Instead of the old in-and-out, we were going side-to-side. The friction was wonderfully maddening.

Once I had him moving, I increased my demands. "Suck my tits," I urged. "I'll bet your tongue is as rough as sandpaper."

His dirty face plunged against my bosom. The five o'clock shadow on his cheeks and chin pricked against my tender tits like a million tiny needles.

However, as I'd expected, most exciting of all was his tongue It began scraping against one nipple and then the other. Already I was coming in my breasts almost as intensely as I had been doing for some time in my pussy.

"Push my tits together and suck both nipples at the same time," I encouraged him. "Stick them in your mouth and wind your tongue around them like a snake." I let out a shriek of pleasure as my request was honored The mechanic's mouth was hot and funky from chewing tobacco and swigging beer all day long, and I appreciated it. A man is a man because a woman wants him that way.

Down below, the cock in my cunt was blissfully tearing me apart. To make the thrill even more intense, I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the small of his back. In this posistion it felt as though the head of his prick was probing within my womb.

"Come in me!" I cried without inhibition "Lube my tight pussy with your great, big grease-gun, Mr. Mechanic!"

To make certain I could get my wish, I slipped a hand between us and slid a wiggling finger up the hairy crack of his butt. His asshole was there waiting for me, just asking to be stuck.

With a gooey squish, I was within his shit-pit. Slanting my thrust downward, I attacked the bump of his prostate.

Then I started gouging his swollen gland for all I was worth.

"Come, you bastard!" I urged him on.

"Uh, uh, uh," was his only reply.

He lurched from my stimulation of his most private gland. More importantly, his prick expanded within my twat.

Hooking my finger, I screeched it out of his ass even more vigorously than I had inserted it. I'd pulled the plug on the son of a bitch. There was nothing left for him to do but come.

Suddenly my cunt was flooded with scalding gruel. Then, when my cavity couldn't hold it all, the onslaught backed up and began pouring out of my slit as rapidly as it had gone in. Immediately my quivering thighs were a sticky mess.

He'd stopped coming now, but my orgasm was still straining for more intensity. I probably could have left things as they were and had my car fixed by tomorrow, but if I did I'd never forgive myself.

If the way of the world was for man to dominate woman, goddamn it, any dude who fucked me was going to have to service me until I was totally and absolutely drained. After all, what other advantage is there in being a woman besides getting all the sex you want.

"Try my ass," I urged. "I want you to fuck me in the ass before I walk out of the garage and you get back to work on my car."

Needless to say, he liked the idea. His cock undoubtedly would have wilted under normal circumstances. Not, however, when presented with the opportunity for some corn-holing. If there is one thing a man enjoys more than pronging a woman's cunt, it's letting her have it in the butt. The hole between the female cheeks is the tightest one possessed by the human race, and there's not a man alive who doesn't know it.

"Here, use this for lubrication," I panted, seizing an actual grease-gun that was nearby and handing it to him. "Pack my ass with sludge and then jam your prick in to the balls on the-first try."

Without hesitation, he took the grimy device and jabbed the spout into my rectum. Then he pulled the trigger and instantly inundated my asshole with a pint of slippery grease.

Then the grease-gun was gone, replaced by his hard-on. Warmed up by my cunt, his prick tore into my asshole like a runaway locomotive.

Normally such a phallic surge would have torn my anus to pieces. However, all the grease in there made the hilted insertion seem even more natural than it had in my cunt.

I wrapped my legs around him again. Pulling him toward me until his belly was pressing against my crotch, I sucked the head of his prick to the shitty depths of my colon.

"Come! Come! Come!" I screamed. "Blast my ass with your jizz!"

This time I didn't have to resort to any tricks to ignite the explosion I desperately craved. The horny mechanic was more ready to erupt the second time than he had been the first.

"Unnnnhhhh!" he grunted. His nuts seemed to turn inside-out, transforming his cock into a fire hose that drenched my bowels.

The cum seemed to spurt for almost a full minute. By the time it stopped, the bottom half of my body was wringing wet from its overflowing excess.

When I finally got myself together enough to dress and leave the garage, I didn't bother to inquire about my car I knew it would be waiting for me early tomorrow morning, fully prepared to hit the road, my bill paid in full.

Chapter Nine

Everything has an end. Even the continental United States. We drove all the way the edge of it, until one day we were staring at the Atlantic Ocean.

"I wonder where we go now," I wistfully sighed.

Susan's answer was a wrenching cough. Her 16-year-old body was really too immature to adequately house the baby growing within it, and nausea had become a regular part of her existence.

It was clear that we had to settle down somewhere. Susan had received no medical attention since the discovery of her pregnancy, and it was obvious that her health was deteriorating.

We had been on the road for over six weeks, twisting and turning on a patchwork route across the country. This meant that my daughter was at least two and a half, possibly three months pregnant. With her slender teenage body, it was already starting to show. She had to leave her jeans unbuttoned to accommodate the increasing swell of her normally flat belly.

"Mom," Susan said, "staring into the ocean isn't going to solve anything. Why don't we just get back in the car and drive to the nearest big city and do what I've been suggesting all along."

"No, no," I firmly protested. "We can't risk an abortion. You're underage and you'd have to tell them so much the whole business about Slaughter would be opened up again. I'd rather have a rapist's baby as my grandchild than have to relive what happened on the farm. Don't you see, honey, you can't trust anybody. We've got to take care of our own."

"And that includes an unborn baby that won't see the light of day for at least six months," she sighed. "I know… I know, Mother. I've heard all this before at least a hundred times."

"Then you realize I'll never give my consent for an abortion," I closed the matter. "What we need is a place to settle so you can have your baby in peace.

While Susan was still staring dully at the ocean, I reached into my purse and extracted a quarter. "Heads, we go south," I muttered to myself under my breath. "Tails, north."

The sun came out from behind a cloud and made the coin glisten at the top of its flight. When it landed on the ground, George Washington's profile was shining at me.

"Get in the car, honey," I called to Susan. "We've got to be on our way."

"Where are we going?" she wanted to know.

"I'll tell you when we get there," I cryptically answered.

"Now what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust your old Mom," I winked, and opened the door and slid behind the wheel.

I'd been weary of driving for days, but now I drove like a demon, headed due south. I didn't slow down, except to stop for gas and take-out hamburgers, until a sign with a Confederate flag on it welcomed us at a state line several hundred miles from where we had started.

Now I slowed down, getting off the main highway and searching for a likely place to come to rest. I was determined that when we got out of the car it would be for good-our traveling days would be over.

"Serendipity, North Carolina," Susan read the sign in front of a ramshackle city hall as twilight turned into evening. "What kind of name is that for a town?"

"It means a fortunate and unexpected discovery made by chance," I informed her. "Need I say more?"

I pulled the car over to a curb and cut off the engine. There seemed no need to travel any farther. Serendipity it was.

The town, upon further inspection, seemed to be a place forgotten by the twentieth century. When the new highway had been built, bypassing it by twenty- five miles, Serendipity had been effectively excluded from the outside world.

The isolation was perfect for the kind of life I had mind. I was certain that in Serendipity, nobody would bother us if we didn't bother them. Contacting a real-estate agent, I purchased a house with a traditional white picket fence around it on the outskirts of town. I was certain we had found peace at last.

Susan's health improved almost at once. The bloom returned to her cheeks and she was beautiful again. Beautifully pregnant.

Every morning when I awakened, I pulled away the covers and gazed lovingly at her sleeping beside me. There was no doubt of her condition by now. Anybody who saw her would know she was with child, but of course it was rare anyone did because she hardly left the house. Her pregnancy was private, to be shared only by us. In a way it seemed the ultimate expression of our love for one another.

"You know, Mom," Susan said one day as I soaped her swollen belly in the bathtub. "Sometimes my mind wanders and I almost feel like I'm pregnant with a baby you made inside me."

I was overjoyed with her admission. This was the same experience I had been keeping to myself for so long.

"Do you really feel like I put your baby in your womb?"

"Yes, I have," she admitted. "At night, sometimes, I have incredible dreams about the conception."

"You mean, I'm fucking you?"

She nodded, then added: "And that's just the half of it."

"No wonder you've been waking me up so often in the middle of the night to make love," I said.

"What?" she blurted.

"Are you telling me you don't remember?" I responded with affectionate amusement.

"I honestly don't." She shook her tawny curls. "All I can remember are the dreams-what we did in the dreams."

"Tell me about them, Susan," I eagerly urged as she stepped out of the tub and began toweling her gorgeously nude body.

"Well, okay," she agreed. "But we'll have to go into the bedroom. I need to sit down if I'm going to put all that stuff out of my system."

"We'll lie down beside-each other on the bed," I suggested. "Don't put any clothes on, and I'll strip, too. I'll rub your tummy to relax you."

It was an offer she couldn't resist. My daughter may have been on the verge of being a woman, but as her mother I still knew what was best for my little girl.

My clothes came off during our trip to the bed. There, we pulled back the covers and climbed naked onto the cool sheets. Susan's swollen stomach loomed beside me like a gracefully rolling hill.

"Okay, darling, I'm all ears," I said when we got settled. "Tell me every detail."

"Start rubbing like you promised then, Mom."

My hand spread across her distended navel. When my fingers began circulating in a gentle arc, I could immediately sense the relaxation that softened my daughter's body.

"When it starts," she began, "we meet someplace. We don't know each other it seems. You're dressed like a man and you pick me up while I'm waiting for a bus or something."

"Go on, dear."

"We go to a far-out apartment somewhere," she continued. "I guess it's supposed to be yours. There are mirrors on the ceiling. A water bed. Sexy music coming out of hidden speakers. The works!"

"Yes?"

"Right away you start to seduce me, and start stripping me."

"What about you?" I cooed. "Don't you want it as bad as I do?"

"Oh, I do, I do!" she assured me. "Before long I've got my hand in your fly and it's a question of who's seducing who."

"What happens next?"

"Our clothes come off at the same time."

"And?"

"Here's where the really weird part starts," she warned me. "You're going to have trouble believing this."

"Try me."

"We're both wearing a second set of clothes underneath. You're wearing a bra and bikini panties."

"You're kidding?" I gasped in genuine surprise. "And what do you have on, jockey shorts?"

"No," she shook her head. "A jock strap."

I was momentarily speechless. I just stared at my daughter in wonderment. I'd had no idea her unconscious was so complex.

"Once our roles are reversed, we go after each other," Susan resumed. "Only now you're the one moaning that you can't wait to get your hands on my cock, and I'm telling you all the things I'm going to do to your pussy-just the opposite of the way it was before."

What Susan had revealed so far had undeniably shaken me. She could tell because I stopped rubbing her pregnant belly, completely distracted by her weird tale.

"Keep rubbing, Mom, or I can't go on," Susan told me. "This story is as strange to me as it is to you, and I'm the one who dreamed it."

When my hand resumed its circular pattern, its radius was much wider than before. Now I was gently stroking the abdominal base of my daughter's pregnant belly, brushing against her pussy at the bottom, and her breasts at the top. Apparently it made her feel much better because she was able to continue with her kinky tale.

"We finally strip away the second layer of clothes," Susan picked up the dream.

"We're naked?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Who's what?"

"Now it really gets eerie," she sighed. "We're both each-or, I guess you could say, we're each both."

"Oh my God!" I figured it out. "You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not," she assured me. "We've both got a cock and a pussy between our legs. In other words, we can fuck and be fucked."

"And we do it," I concluded.

"Yes. Violently. The harder we grind away with our hard-ons, the more deeply we feel it inside. It's an incredible sensation. And we can't stop fucking until each of us has come several times-as women, and as men. Pussy juice and cum all over the place."

"I can dig it." My stroking hand stopped at the top of her crotch and fingered her clit. "I can just see myself squirting a hard dick inside your tight pussy. Fucking my little girl."

"While she fucks her mother," Susan reminded me.

"Tell me, which one of us do you think has the biggest prick?"

"I do, I guess. After all, I'm older."

"Well," Susan chuckled warmly, making her clit stiff against my fingertips, "my pussy's the tightest."

"I know, dear, I know," I sighed. "Right now you've got me thinking about that damn dream so much, I wish I really did have a dick between my legs so I could fuck you good and proper with it."

"Go get yourself one of them, Mom," Susan said with hesitation.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I coyly lied, closing my fingers and squeezing my daughter's snatch. The thrill went all the way to her uterus.

"Mother," Susan said with mock impatience, "you know very well there's some Polish sausage in the fridge. Go get it before I come all by myself just from thinking about it."

There was no point in beating around the bush any further. We both knew that we both wanted it-so we might as well get down to the exciting business of really fucking each other with something big, and long, and juicy. Polish sausage would do just fine.

Getting the phallic substitute from the refrigerator, I was immediately seized by the desire to cram my end of it up my twat without delay. By the time I returned to the bedroom, the free end of the sausage was hanging from my crotch like a semi-erect cock. Catching a reflection of myself in the mirror, I was pleased that I actually looked like someone who could fuck.

"Oh, Mom," Susan squealed with delight, "I love your big, thick cock! Come over here and fuck my pregnant pussy with it!"

Advancing on her just like a man stripped for action, I centered the meat between my legs on a direct line to my daughter's spread-eagled snatch. Then, by violently constricting my pussy muscles around the enclosed end of the sausage, I found I was able to make the free end stiffen in the air.

Yes, I had an erection!

"Oh Mom, you've got a hard-on! An honest-to-God hard-on!" Susan babbled deliriously.

"You better believe it," I responded just like a macho stud who knocked off a different piece of ass every night. "And I'm going to fuck your tight, little cunt with it until I make your baby pop out of your belly."

Believe me, there's nothing like a pregnant, spread-legged teenager to get you hot when you've got several inches of firm meat to do something with growing from your groin. I wanted to have sex with my daughter as a man even more than I ever had as a woman.

When I arrived at the bed, I had to maneuver myself over Susan's body so her swollen belly wouldn't bump me off. Then, grasping the big wiener at my crotch, I shoved it into my daughter's hungrily gaping cunt.

"Oh, Mother, that's it," she groaned with abject pleasure. "It really feels like a cock inside me. A big… thick… hard… cock!"

As I pushed in harder and harder, I could feel the tremors from Susan's tight, spasming pussy coursing up the sausage to my loins. It was just like fucking her with a natural hard-on. No real man ever derived as much sensual pleasure from a young girl's cunt as I was now getting from my daughter's.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she was chanting. "Fuck me so hard the baby feels it. God, I love your big cock so fucking much!"

The compliment was appreciated because I was doing my best. However, I couldn't help but notice that the sensation of penetrating Susan's pussy was gradually giving way to something else. The force of my aggression was slowing down.

"Keep pushing back, Susan," I told her when I'd figured it out. "I'm inside you as far as I can go. Now it's your turn to fuck back. Just like in your dream. Fuck me, darling, fuck Mother as hard as she's fucking you!"

Yes, yes, the momentum had completely changed. Now Susan was screwing me, moving her stiff portion of the meat within my convulsing cunt.

It was as close to fantasy as reality could come. My daughter's incredible dream brought vibrantly to life.

"Fuck me harder! Harder!" we both moaned simultaneously.

Inside our hot pussies, the sausage was getting cooked from the erotic inflammation. Its Polish juices were starting to bubble and sweat from its pulsing skin. If the casing ever broke, the greasy outpouring would produce the same sensation as a rush of sizzling male cum.

Sensing the ejaculatory possibilities of a ruptured sausage, I began to work my cunt muscles like the blades of a meat grinder. I wanted some hot, thick juice in my snatch as badly as I'd ever wanted anything. And just as intensely, I wanted to deposit an equal load in my daughter's thirsty teenage gash.

Susan immediately started to employ the same strategy. I could hear the squishing as her narrow fuck-hole closed down on her half of the sausage.

We grunted, sweated, and writhed, doing everything we could to bust the thick piece of meat that joined us. It was fucking at its best-and there wasn't a man in sight.

"Mmmmm, I think I'm coming!" Susan gasped.

"Oooooh, so am I," I gasped.

All of a sudden my cunt was flooded with a scalding ooze. The sausage had burst at my end, flooding me as though it were a spurting cock.

"God, it's happening, Susan, it's happening!" I cried, completely carried away by my orgasmic euphoria. "You're making my pussy wet with your hot juice!"

"Same here!" she gushed excitedly. "My twat is dripping!"

The thing between us was no longer a sausage in either of our minds. No, I was fucking Susan, and my daughter was fucking me. We were temporarily blessed with the cum-laden male tool.

As the gruel flowed like greasy wine in our thirsty cunts, Susan and I shook from constantly building climaxes. We had to hold on to each other to keep from falling off the bed, and we did, I came into direct contact with my daughter's pregnant belly.

Quickly we discovered that our meat connection was long enough so that we could still fuck.

Then, at the peak of our coming, the baby started to kick. Poor thing, it was probably rattled by its teenager mother's incessant orgasming.

"Can you feel it?" Susan whispered in awe.

"Yes, a healthy baby. The product of love."

Overcome by maternal intuition, I dropped my face to Susan's tits, sensing I would find something exceptional there. When I suctioned my mouth over one of the erect nipples, sweet mother's milk filled my mouth just as I had anticipated. At sixteen my daughter's breasts weren't nearly as large as mine, but they were certainly adequate for nursing.

Feeling me suck the milk from her left tit, Susan lost no time in trying to return the favor. Incredibly, I could sense my right jug being drained as though a vampire with a breast-fetish had attacked me.

Fucking and nursing without restraint, Susan and I probably would have gone on making love for an hour or so before we unlocked had it not been for the crash. And, believe me, it had to be an enormous disturbance to draw our attention.

Reluctantly pulling away from one another, Susan and I ran into the living room and looked out the window. A huge truck had run off the road and tipped over. It resembled a toppled dinosaur in the distance.

"The driver must have been lost. That's the first big rig I've ever seen in Serendipity," I noted.

"Gee," Susan said in a kind of hush, "I wonder if he's dead."

Chapter Ten

The next day I overheard in a conversation at the store that by some miracle the trucker who'd crashed the night before had survived without serious injuries. He was recuperating at what was laughingly called the local hospital.

There was no daily newspaper in Serendipity, so there was no way for Susan and I to know the name of the accident victim. Ordinarily, of course, it would have made no difference in our lives. However, as were to learn, this was no ordinary trucker. His mishap in Serendipity would completely change our lives.

But I'm getting ahead of my story. Let me just tell you step by step what happened-or how Susan related the story to me.

Susan had to see the town doctor for her monthly check-up. Since it was one of his days at the hospital, she had to go there.

Given Serendipity's small population, the hospital was a tiny one. Really more like an infirmary. The people with serious illnesses were transferred to the big county facility fifty miles to the north.

Therefore, when Susan went to see the doctor, the injured truckdriver was the only patient in the Serendipity hospital. It was probably inevitable that their paths would cross.

The doctor had been called to his office for a few minutes, so Susan was forced to wait. Feeling restless, she started to wander around the all-but-deserted building, looking for a magazine to read or something.

"Hey there, kiddo," the injured trucker said from the bed where he was sprawled reading a girlie magazine from behind the bandages that obscured his burned and lacerated face. "You one of those hospital volunteers that comes around to cheer the patients up?"

"No," she answered from across the room, "I'm waiting for the doctor."

"You sick? A pretty, little thing like you-"

"Can't you tell?" Susan spontaneously giggled, patting her swollen belly.

"Well, now," he chuckled, "who did the damage, your boyfriend maybe?"

"None of your business."

"Doesn't make any difference to me," he shrugged. "It's your problem, not mine."

"Are, are you the guy who was in the truck accident?" Susan tried to change the subject.

"The one and only," he boasted.

"From the neck up you look like Boris Karloff in one of those mummy movies," Susan noted. "What'd you do, go through the windshield?"

He nodded. "Actually I was lucky."

"Did you get hurt anywhere else?"

"Sprained my throat, or something like that, so I can't even recognize my own voice, and just some cuts and bruises," he cheerfully informed her. "Wanna come over here and see one of my best bruises?"

Susan shrugged, trying to feign indifference as she wondered what had become of the doctor. This trucker was getting more and more familiar. She had begun to worry about being alone with him.

"Well, I don't hear you saying no," he said, "so I guess I'll go ahead and show you. It isn't my biggest bruise, but it's in the choicest spot. If you're too shy to come on over, I guess it's big and purple enough so you can see it from where you're standing."

To Susan's astonishment, he lifted up his nightgown past his waist and made himself naked from the stomach down. Indeed, there was an ugly discoloration on his left thigh.

There was also a sturdy hard-on standing stiffly at attention.

"How do you like my bruise, little girl?" he somehow managed to leer through the bandages that swathed his face.

Susan said nothing, wanting to turn and run, but uncontrollably hypnotized by the twitching cock that held her vision.

"I know you like it," he chuckled, "or you wouldn't be staring like that. Didn't your momma ever teach you staring isn't polite?"

"What my mother taught me was not to hang around with strange men," Susan said standing her ground despite the magnetic attraction of the trucker's turgid prick.

"Nothing strange about me," he grinned through his gauze mask. "Except maybe for one little thing-"

"What's that?"

"I like to fuck pregnant chicks."

Now she started to flee, but he jumped up from the bed and caught her. Wrestling her back to his lair, he threw her on the mattress and tied her arms and legs to the bed with some intravenous tubing.

Ripping her clothes off with a couple of animalistic swipes, he fully exposed her spreadeagled, pregnant body. Her swollen stomach was trembling.

"Look at that cute, little pussy," he slobbered over my daughter's forcibly exposed snatch. "I love the way a chick's muff stands straight up on end when she's knocked up. With all that hair standing up, it makes her cunt seem wilder somehow."

Wasting no time, he lowered himself between Susan's open legs and began fucking her. Since he was kneeling, he was free to also rub her quivering abdomen and play with her milk -laden breasts.

Pretty soon he was lapping his big, rough tongue back and forth along the hilly trail of her belly and tits, while he fucked her and squeezed her nipples. Engulfed by sexual stimulation, Susan's resistance began to fade in the face of her rampaging senses. Before long the poor child just couldn't help fucking back.

"That's it, little girl," the trucker rasped. "That's the way to wiggle your ass. Now I can see why you were so popular with the boys."

"Just shut up and fuck me!" Susan snapped, not wanting to hear any of his theories about her pregnancy. "Stop gabbing and just keep pumping your big, hard cock up my cunt, truckdriver."

"My pleasure," he grinned through the bandage, then went back to work on her body.

After a few more moments of unrestrained fucking, Susan was at an orgasmic peak. Her twat was spasming, and her tits throbbing as they leaked thick milk in fitful spurts. Within, her womb was convulsing, making the baby kick in the most violent turn-on of all.

Susan was ready for the trucker's jizz, and now begged for it. "Come in me, whoever you are!" she screamed. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"

Gritting his teeth, the masked trucker drove down into her until the end of his cock seemed to be bumping against the knotty ridges of her spine. His balls jumped… he snorted like a beast… his huge cock lurched…

He came.

Her insides being sprayed with molten spunk, Susan leg out a long, low moan of sheer pleasure. There was no doubt about it, the trucker had rung her chimes.

The doctor still hadn't returned when they were through screwing, so Susan dressed after she was untied and they got acquainted. After the way they had made love, only the knowledge of each other's names kept them from seeming like old friends.

"Ernie," he introduced himself.

"That's a coincidence, my dad's name was Ernie," Susan said.

"Was?"

"Yes, he and my mother split up a few years ago," Susan said, filling him in on some of her personal history. "I haven't seen him since-Anyway, my name is Susan."

"Man, you think you've got a coincidence," the trucker said. "My daughter's name is Susan, too. Looks like we were just meant for each other, little girl. Where do you live?"

"With my mother."

"What's she like? I'd like to meet her-if you know what I mean."

"I'm sure you would," Susan chuckled. "She's a knockout."

"Then let's go!" Ernie whooped. "The sawbones can have the afternoon off."

They came bustling into the house with orgy on their minds. I was just coming out of the bath, stark naked, and innocently called, "Susan, is that you? Did the doctor say you were all right?"

My unexpected reply was a brace of giggles, one set feminine and the other jarringly masculine. Immediately I instinctively smelled trouble.

I couldn't decide whether to flee to hide my nudity or confront them with a towel around me. Finally a combination of fear and modesty got the best of me, so I retreated to a bedroom down the hall. There, with the door open a crack, I had a clear view of what was going on in the living room.

Susan and her bandaged guest were embracing. "I guess Mom's not feeling well," she said to him. "I suppose I'll have to take care of you myself to make up for bringing you all the way over here from your nice, cozy hospital bed. That is, if you don't mind seconds."

Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and unzipped the fly on the pants he'd thrown on before leaving the hospital. Yanking his stiff cock out into the open, she threw her lips over the knotty head and began noisily sucking it.

The man's face was covered with bandages, so of course I couldn't see what he looked like. And his voice was distorted from the blow he'd-taken in the larnyx so it was not recognizable, either. All I could tell about him was that he was tall, seemed about my age, and was hung in a way which immediately caught my eye, even though I had seen lots of bigger dicks.

What was there about him that filled me with dread? Sure, I was jealous that a man was making it with Susan, but this wasn't sufficient to account for the paranoid uneasiness which I felt.

"Gobble it all the way down, baby," he greedily ordered "I want to feel your lips kissing my balls."

Susan sucked him all the way down to the hilt and made him groan with appreciation. He was pleased that she had so willingly obeyed his command, but even more aroused when she took a page from her own book.

She slid his stiff prick out of her mouth until only the tip remained enclosed. As she tickled the underside of his flange with her tongue, his dick stood straight out and I had a perfect view of it.

His exposed cock immediately flipped a switch in my brain. I didn't want to believe it, but I had to.

That cock. I was certain I recognized it. Incredibly, I thought I knew who this man was!

"Ernie!" I gasped. Of course if it really was Ernie, Susan couldn't have possibly realized his true identity when they met at the hospital. Not with those bandages covering his face, and his distorted voice.

In other words, right now Susan was sucking her own father's cock and didn't know who he was.

No, no, I tried to get ahold of myself. It can't be Ernie. It's just a coincidence. It has to be. Cocks aren't like fingerprints-there can be two that are the same.

A coincidence? Then how could I explain away what happened next.

He was getting ready to come and pulled his tensed hard-on out of Susan's mouth. Then stroking it in mid-air, he jacked himself off the rest of the way to orgasm.

It was when he removed his hand, and his straining prick released its creamy load into Susan's eagerly awaiting face that I stopped kidding myself and smacked straight into the brick wall of reality. I'd have known that spurting cock anywhere.

Yes, it was her father coming hard in Susan's face. Spraying her girlish features with thick male gruel that trickled down her chin and dampened her blouse against her heaving breasts.

It was Susan telling her father that his cum was so sweet that she wanted more of it right away. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried, tearing her skirt from her body and opening her legs. "Fuck me in the ass this time!"

I had to stop it. Forgetting all about the fact I was nude, I marched into the living room for the biggest showdown of my life. "Leave your daughter alone, Ernie!"

I was expecting him to jump like he'd just stepped on a stingray. Instead he was as cool as a cucumber. "Long time, no see, Carol," he drawled.

"What's going on?" our confused daughter wanted to know.

I couldn't call myself her mother if I spared her the truth. "This man you've been having sex with is your father," I laid it on the line. "Still want him to fuck you in the ass, Susan?"

She looked at me incredulously, then shifted her astonished gaze to Ernie. Her face was such a blank that it was impossible to tell which way she would go.

"Daddy!" she finally settled it with a girlish squeal, her face splitting into a big grin. "Is Mom telling the truth-is it really you?"

Ernie played the ensuing silence to the hilt. Obviously he relished returning to the traditional masculine role of the familiar center of attention. The way Susan was reacting to him, I might as well have not even been there.

"I told you I have a little girl named Susan," Ernie finally removed all doubt of his identity.

"Oh, Daddy!" Susan gushed excitedly. "Just think, you came in me twice before I even knew who you were. I could feel special vibes from you, though, right from the first-"

"The first time you ever saw my cock," he leeringly interrupted her, still as conceited as ever.

"Right on!" Susan whooped. "I've never told a soul, but in my dreams I've always fantasized about my father's cock. But I never guessed my dreams would come true."

At this point I was ready to give up sadly I realized there was nothing I could do to stop them. What was happening made me ill, but there was nothing I could realistically do about it.

Susan was a young woman now, old beyond her years. Carrying a child. Sexually responsive in every way. It was time for her to make up her own mind about which parent she preferred to go to bed with.

Like a bitch in heat, my daughter was down on all fours now, opening her ass to her father's twitching boner. The scarlet blotch of her beautiful young anus stuck out like a fresh strawberry. It was a sight no normal, red-blooded American male could resist.

I would have walked away right then and there, but there was something I had to know before I left my husband and daughter to their own devices. A question that had to be answered, or it would torment me forever.

"Ernie," I wearily reasserted my presence, "just one thing before you go ahead with Susan."

"Yeah, sure, Carol. What is it?" he responded.

"What are you doing in Serendipity? Did you come here by chance, or were you looking for us?"

"I've been looking for the both of you ever since I got back from Alaska and found out Susan had left the boarding school and you'd sold the house," he said. "I hired a private detective, and he finally tracked you down here. The first opportunity I had, I took a trucking job that would get me to this neck of the woods."

"And your accident?"

"I'd been living on Benzedrine to keep ahead of schedule so I could make a swing over before I delivered my cargo. It got the best of me and I lost control of my rig just outside of town. But I'll tell you-if I'd known in advance how I was going to run into my little girl in the hospital, I'd have done it on purpose. When I saw the way Susan reacted to my cock, I thanked God that I crashed."

"Then you never remarried," I concluded.

"Nope," he laughed kind of boyishly. "How about you, Carol, did you ever find anybody else?"

Because of our impromptu conversation, Ernie was ignoring Susan's invitingly spread buns. She didn't like it one bit. When Ernie wondered if I had had relationships with any other men after him, Susan interrupted and answered for me.

"No, she hates men," she venomously spat. "No man's good enough for her-she's such a dyke. And she's trying to turn me into a lesbian, too. I got pregnant just to show her I was straight no matter how hard she tried to make me like her."

I reeled as though I had been struck with a series of crunching blows. Susan had never spoken to me with such hostility.

What had happened was obvious. Confronted with the father who had never had enough time for her as a child, she was now determined to win his love and approval at any cost.

No matter how much it hurt her mother.

"Daddy!" Susan whined irritably. "Pay attention to me, not that dried-up old bitch."

"I'm talking to your mother," Ernie tried to shush her, showing me more courtesy than he ever had during our marriage.

"Like hell you are, if I have anything to say about it," she hissed, and kicked his shin. "If you think I'm going to let that dyke come between us, you're dead wrong!"

"Go ahead and fuck her," I said, resolving Ernie's dilemma, feeling thoroughly defeated. "You might as well give her what she wants. It's certainly clear now that I haven't been able to."

"What about you, Carol?" Ernie asked.

"I feel like a third wheel," I sighed. "I think I'll go out for some air.

Ernie started to say something, but Susan kicked him again and made him yowl instead of speak. By the time he got his bearings, I'd grabbed a coat and was gone from the house.

I walked around the block several times, trying to think things out. My conclusion was always the same: there was no place for me in a relationship involving my husband and daughter. I just couldn't stand to share Susan.

Noticing that I was passing by the house for the fourth or fifth time, I decided to go up on the porch and peek through the window. Something told me that it was the last time I'd ever see my child or her father again.

As I expected, they'd lost no time in getting down to business once I was out of the house. Ernie's stiff 'cock was plowing like a farm implement up the furrow of Susan's ass. She was screaming from a triple combination of pain, joy, and triumph.

He bucked and came in her. The excess jizz foamed from her anus and poured down the backs of her legs. Then Ernie pulled out his still-spurting hard-on and sprayed the last of his goo all over her back and buns. When Susan flopped over, he smeared the final globs all over the erotic slope of her pregnant belly.

I'd finally seen enough. Turning toward the street, I left the house without looking back.

This time I traveled the road going out of town. When I eventually glanced over my shoulder, the lights of Serendipity were glowing specks in the darkness.

At least, I consoled myself, I'd had over sixteen years with Susan, almost three with her all to myself. I'd seen her grow up-become a woman before my eyes, with a child of her own growing inside her to prove it.

No one could take away my memories of how close I had been to my daughter. But it was clearly her father's turn to love her now, and I wouldn't stand in the way of the inevitable.

I was wondering what the world held for me when the asphalt beneath my feet began to hum from an approaching vehicle. When it caught up with me, the grizzled driver of the battered pick-up truck slammed on his brakes and poked his head out the window.

"Hey, lady," he hollered, "what you doin' out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?"

"Looking for a ride," I told him.

"Sorry can't help you," he said. "I'm just takin' this load of fertilizer out to my farm."

"I'll give you a blow-job for a hitch to the nearest city."

"Glory be, a whore in Serendipity!" he exulted at his find. "I never thought I'd see the day. Lady, you're in the wrong place."

"I know." I went along with his assumption, feeling for all the world as though I were telling the God's honest truth. "I've got to get to a decent-sized city so I can get out on the streets and earn a living."

"That's the American way, lady, the American way," he congratulated me on my pluck. "What do you want for a fuck?"

"Cost you twenty, along with the ride," I said, thinking of how much I could use the money since I'd left everything behind.

"You got yourself a deal," the driver of the pick-up called. "Climb on in."

Scrambling across the road, I trotted around the front of the truck, hoisted myself into the cab, and slammed the rickety door behind me. I felt like I was slamming the door on my past. I was suddenly an entirely different person than I had ever been.

"Charlotte a big enough city for you?" the driver asked with a gap-toothed grin.

"If you're willing to take me there, stud."

I had his cock out of his pants before he'd let out the clutch. I was on my way.

Content

Heather Brown
Wild housewife

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten