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Chapter 1

The boy on the beach was only about 15 years old. This caused Alice's cheeks to flush at the lewd thoughts flitting unbidden through her mind. After all, her own son was nearly that age. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of the boy's slightly plump, downy belly.

Just like a ripe peach, she thought. I want to bite that golden fruit.

Horrified at her lustfulness, Alice rolled her petite body over onto her stomach in the warm sand. Her large breasts pillowed under the pressure of her body, as her hips did a slow rotation, digging deeper into the sun scorched earth. She couldn't wedge her mind away from the image of the boy's round buttocks rolling beneath his form-fitting bathing suit as he chased his Frisbee into the water.

Alice rolled back into a sitting position to gaze at the waves and maybe straighten her head a little. It was then she saw a large piece of driftwood in the lapping waves. Getting up ever so slowly, controlling the rise and fall of her hot melons, Alice quietly moved up behind the young boy.

"This is such a beautiful piece of wood and it would look great sitting in my garden," Alice lied to the boy. "It's much too heavy for me to carry. Would you mind helping me get it to my car?"

As the soft young boy turned his clear blue gaze upon Alice's lovely face, she anguished What am I doing! Nevertheless, her lips parted into a smile when the boy answered shyly that he would be glad to help her.

Alice's seriousness was very much with her on this particular day. However, she didn't feel at all proper. Her nervous condition was getting worse, and Alice was afraid she knew why. Sex seemed to be all she could think about lately, especially with handsome young boys like the one helping her drag the driftwood up the beach. It was as if some evil imp had taken up residence inside her and was forcing her to drool over the alluring bulges in the crotches of every good-looking young boy she saw. Heaven knew she didn't want to.

Alice's troubled mind had begun to channel the strong desires of her healthy body toward innocent young boys, for they had always been wholesomely appealing to her. She'd allowed her subconscious mind to trick her into thinking there was no harm in merely lusting after the untried bodies of countless boys, because there was safety in numbers, and never in a million years had she actually intended to do anything about it. Alice was a lady, first and foremost, and she simply hadn't been able to conceive of herself seducing and corrupting the morals of any youngster.

Now she knew that she'd been playing with fire, and she feared she was about to get burned. Her nerves were a tingle. The obscene imp in her head had her conscience knocked down and was happily kicking it senseless, leaving her without a competent mental policeman to protect her against the sudden fit of insane lust which was flaming up within her love starved body.

I've got to get hold of myself! Alice scolded silently as she and the boy dragged the wood close to the car.

Alice had stayed late at the beach. There were few cars left in the parking area as the sun was just setting. Alice was disconcerted that no cars were near hers. She felt that she was doomed to carry on with this charade that started with her lie about wanting the driftwood. Opportunity was rife. The attractive boy had ogled her and then blushed while he'd been tugging on the wood with her. Alice knew he'd thought of her in a sensual way. Indeed, it was his sweet embarrassment over being caught admiring her bounteous breasts that had set Alice to real excitement in appraising the youthful good looks of this bashful c***d.

"It's the seventy-two Ford right over there," she said. "We can just put this in the back seat, if you don't mind."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, struggling with the heavy load.

Lord, how I'd like to get my hands on him! Alice admitted to herself as she stood by watching the tanned boy bend to his task. He was leaning onto the car, carefully placing the wood on the floorboard of the back seat, with the muscles of his luscious rump rippling beneath their covering of tight bathing suit. Just the sight of him was making Alice feel reckless and lightheaded. She moistened her soft, full lips with her tongue and gripped the sea shell she had picked up in the sweat-dampened palm of her bind. I've got to touch him! Nothing more, though! What can it hurt?

"The driftwood might topple over while I'm driving," she said, her voice crackling with excitement "Could you put it over toward the middle a little more for me?"

The youth replied courteously that he thought he could. As he began rearranging the wood, bending lower now, Alice slipped in closer to him, between him and the car door. On the pretext of pointing to where she wanted the wood placed, she leaned over the desirable boy's body and put one hand lightly on his back. Her heart thumped wildly. She'd never done anything like this. The warmth of his back against her palm felt lovely. This was as far as Alice had intended to go, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Every jangling nerve in the cock-starved woman's curvaceous body cried out for a more intimate physical contact with the body of this adolescent male. Impulsively she fell onto him, letting out a little yelp of feigned surprise so he would think she'd lost her balance. It excited her terribly. The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, but she made the most of it by flattening her soft, womanly breasts against the startled lad's back and pressing firmly against his out-thrust buttocks with her lower belly and her tingling loins.

"How clumsy of me!" she exclaimed, the lewd thrill careening about within her causing her voice to crack.

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. A rush of vertigo ... Did I hurt you?"

"No, ma'am," he said, backing out of the car and shutting the door. "Vertigo?"

"A sudden dizzy spell," she explained, stretching the truth considerably. "I think I nearly fainted. Isn't that silly of me?"

"No, ma'am," he said, taking her hand in hopes of steadying her. Releasing his grip, he stood there looking at her with puzzled concern. "Are you all right now, ma'am? You look flushed, and you're shaking all over. Are you sick? I could call a doctor, if you want."

He's so naive ... so beautifully innocent! Alice thought, realizing that she was indeed flushed and shaking. But it was caused by her surge of sexual arousal, not illness. He has no idea how he's affecting me. What a precious c***d he is!

Her hazel eyes attached themselves to the prominent bulge in the crotch of his skin-tight swim suit, and she had to make a fist to keep her hand from reaching out for it. She glanced furtively around the beach and saw that no one in the area was paying them any attention. Should she dare? No, she didn't, but she knew she was going to anyway. Her conscience was outraged by what she was thinking. It screamed at her, demanding she resist the insane urge to cuddle the boy and fondle his sexual organs.

"I'll be okay in a minute," she said, her hand fumbling at the handle of the driver's door. "I don't need a doctor, but I would appreciate it if you would sit in my car with me for a moment ... just until this dizzy spell passes. Could you? Would you mind?"

"I ought to be getting back home, ma'am, but ... Yeah, sure I will, lady. A couple of minutes won't matter." He opened the door and helped her inside, then stood there unsurely.

Alice slid across the seat to make room for him. Her beach robe hiked halfway up her shapely, well tanned thighs. Out of habit, she started to tug it down. Then she noticed the boy's interest in her feminine limbs, and she immodestly pulled her dress up instead of down, revealing to the bug-eyed youth the expanse of warm, tanned flesh, and finally the alluring vision of dark pubic hair, in view now because she had removed her swim suit when she had showered at the beach rest room.

"I feel feverish," she explained truthfully. "Get in, please."

The k** gulped audibly as he slid in under the steering wheel, and Alice knew she was showing him a sight he'd never seen before. He closed the door. The sun had set now, and they were alone iii the semidarkness of her car.

It was as if they were in a little world all their own. At a distance, Alice could see people walking around on the beach, but no one was near them. She was as nervous as the virgin she'd been on her wedding night, only much more excited. Illicit thrills rippled up her spine. She'd never seduced a boy before, and didn't know how to go about it now. The boy was nervous, too. He didn't know what to think, and was obviously embarrassed by all the womanly goodies she displayed to him. His ignorance of sexual ways made this innocent c***d all the more desirable to Alice. She experienced an overwhelming urge to possess him.

"Feel how fast my heart is beating," she whispered, taking the boy's hand and lifting it to her bosom, fitting his fingers over the large mound of her resilient left breast and pressing it into his palm.

"Yeah," he gulped, his hand starting to tremble and his breath catching in his throat. "It's beating awful fast. Are you having an attack of some kind?"

Yes, she thought, taking the lad's other hand and carrying it down between the bare flesh of her upper thighs, I am having an attack, you adorable c***d! I want you desperately! Lord, this is so depraved! I should be disgusted with myself but I'm not! I can't fight it any more! Oh, damn it, it's too strong!

"Don't pull away from me! I need to feel you close! Put your hands on me! I want you to! Touch me! Anywhere you want!" She drew the boys hand up to her steaming groin and began rubbing her hairy hole with it. "THERE, THERE ... OHHHH ... MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE DARLING ... CUP IT TIGHT AND AAAAAHH ... RUB IT GOOD!"

"Ma'am: Ma'am?" the shocked youngster sputtered.

"Don't be afraid of me," Alice cooed, snaking her hand down between his legs and fondling the firmness of his automatically rising penis. "I won't hurt you! All I want to do is take out your dick and hold it in my hand! She grasped his zipper and tugged it down. "Hold still, damn it! I'm not going to hurt you!"

She thrust her hand in through his open fly and worked it inside his bathing suit, her nimble fingers locking around the boy's erecting pecker.

"Ooooh ... oh, what are you doing, lady?" he gasped. "You're not sick! I thought ... ohhhhhh what do you want from me?"

"THIS!" she husked, nearly drooling at the mouth as she wrested his boyish peter from the confines of his clothing and pulled it out into the open. "THIS IS WHAT I WANT! she panted, her hand working up and down on his swelling organ. "OHHH, IT'S LOVELY! YOU'VE GOT A NICE ONE! DOES IT FEEL GOOD?! DO YOU LIKE WHAT I'M DOING TO YOU?!"

"MMMM! YES, BUT I'VE GOT TO GET HOOOME!"

Alice, hotter than ever now that she had his pulsing peter in her hand, clung to him as he squirmed fitfully about and leaned toward the door, his hand reaching for the handle to open it.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE! OHHH, DON'T LEAVE ME NOW!

"BUT I'VE GOT TO ... AAAAAH ... GO, LADY! MY MOM WILL BE WORRIED!"

"ALL RIGHT, JUST A MINUTE, THEN!" Alice pleaded. She swung her knees up onto the seat and began bending over the boy, her lust-glazed eyes staring hungrily down at his exposed pecker as she lowered her head toward his lap. "JUST LET ME KISS IT FIRST! THEN YOU CAN GO! I WANT TO PUT MY LIPS ON YOUR COCK ... AND LICK IT FOR YOU!"

Alice's own words slammed luridly back into her feverish brain. It was incredible to her that she was capable of uttering such a filthy statement.

DEAR LORD, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME?! she moaned inwardly, her lips parting, her tongue playing over them as she brought her face closer and closer to The hypnotizing sight of the boy's turgid column of standing sex flesh. OHHHH THIS IS INSANE! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE TOUCHED THE TEMPTING BODY OF THIS BEAUTIFUL YOUNG BOY! I SHOULD‘VE KNOWN BETTER! GOD HELP ME! NOW THAT I'VE STARTED ... OH, DAMN IT ... I CAN'T STOP! I'VE GOT TO HAVE HIM! SOME WAY! OHHHHHH ... PERVERSION BE DAMNED BECAUSE I ACTUALLY WANT TO TAKE IT IN MY MOUTH AND TASTE IT ... AND SUCK IT! FORGIVE ME, OH PLEASE FORGIVE ME, she groaned mentally, BUT I CAN? HELP MYSELF? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

It was a lie, what Alice was telling herself because she knew exactly what she was doing. But it was a necessary lie, for her conscience was roasting her alive, and deluding herself provided a soothing balm for the infuriated mental guardian of her virtue. This was a terrible moment for the prim Alice, an ordeal that no decent woman should have to suffer. But it was also wildly exciting, and she loved it.

The strong-scent of the boy's aroused masculinity wafted up to her descending head. The musky odor stung her delicate nostrils and set her mind to spinning. She whimpered, closing her eyes and pursing her red lips.

Smack! came the wet report as she planted a ides on the tip of his skinned-back dick. The taut skin of his bare dickhead felt smooth as velvet to Alice's tremulous lips. She could hear the c***d's labored breathing could feel his body trembling, and she knew he was becoming as caught up in this sordid act as she herself was. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. She kissed his glands penis repeatedly, her passion soaring as she realized he was just sitting there shivering, letting her have her vulgar way with him.

"MMMMMM! IT'S SWEET! I LIKE TO KISS IT! DO MY LIPS FEEL GOOD? HOW ABOUT THIS?"

Her shaky hand clinging to his fat stem, Alice extended her pink tongue and licked all over the sleek bulb of his cock crown. The salty flavor of his enlarged cockhead assaulted her discerning taste buds, evoking from her an involuntary moan of delectation. She could hardly believe the nasty thing she was doing to the naive young boy. Her excitement roared in her shell-like ears. For a second, she feared she might pass out. Yielding to this unspeakable perversion was giving her a thrill such as she'd never dreamed existed.

IT'S UNNATURAL ... SUCH A DIRTY THING TO DO! her conscience railed as she held the boy by his prick and lewdly tongue-washed the whole pungent surface of its bloated head.

There was no turning back. Alice was out of control now, losing herself to the ungodly wild thrill which nothing in the world can produce except plunging headlong into a purely wicked and perverted sexual act.

And plunge she did. Emitting a whimper-like sob of surrender to her fit of unholy lust, the heretofore proper Alice forgot all about her own two c***dren. Of her own volition, she took into her sin-seeking mouth the entire four inches of the pump boy's pulsating pecker.

"MMMMM, MMMMMMM!" Alice moaned around her mouthful of flavorful prick.

WHAT AM I DOING? she groaned inwardly as she wrapped her soft red lips firmly around the sturdy young stalk and began instinctively bobbing her pretty head. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME! HE'S A TOTAL STRANGER ... AND I'M SUCKING HIM OFF! OH! FATHER IN HEAVEN I'M DOING FOR THIS BEACH BOY WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS TOO GOOD TO DO FOR MY WONDERFUL, LOVING HUSBAND! I MUST BE LOSING MY MINDDD!!!

Alice's outraged conscience cried out mutedly, making her feel dirty and cheap. She loathed herself for what she was doing, and yet she couldn't stop blowing the boy, because she loved it, too. At thirty three, this young-mother was having her first taste of cock, and she was finding it to be absolutely delicious.

Something in her mind snapped. It was as if a switch had been thrown, shutting off her conscience and drowning her inhibitions, leaving her free to swallow in the muck of sheer carnality and enjoy without shame the sweet sucking of this adorable c***d's palpitating peter. Alice heaved a sigh of relief and started going down on him with mindless abandonment. Her only regret now was that she'd allowed her good husband to go without ever experiencing the pleasure of having her make love to him with her mouth.

But the boy's tangy little phallus delighted her mature woman's palate and titillated her tingling taste buds and within seconds she could think of nothing except the sweet, sweet dick in her mouth.

"AAAAAAH ... AHHHHHHH!" the teenager sighed aloud. The sex-hungry woman frightened him, but now that her pretty head was bobbing at his loins, he had no desire to run away from her. He shivered with pleasure as her hot, wet mouth drew suckingly on his sensitive peter. He'd only heard of such things. This was all brand new and wonderful and exciting. "OHH, WOW! YEAH, LADY ... OHHHHHHH ... OH, THAT FEELS AWFUL GOOOOOODDD SUCK IT ... SUCK MY DICK ALL YOU WANT TO!"

"MMMM, MMMM, MMMM!" Alice chanted, her lips working fishlike around his shaft and her tongue lapping at the drops of clear fluid oozing from the slitted tip of his swollen glands, her head arcing rhythmically up and down.

There were so many things she wanted to do to and with him, but this was neither the time nor the place. They were in public, with people all around them and cars driving by, their lights illuminating the interior of her car. The boy had to get home. And what if the police came by and caught her sucking him?

Oh, God! she thought with alarm, He's way u******e! They could sew! me to jail for corrupting the morals of a minor! I'd better quit right now! It's too dangerous!

But she couldn't quit. The danger of sucking a boy in the center of the parking area only heightened her lascivious thrill. Alice knew full well she was flirting with public disgrace, but she had no shame now. She could feel the boy's rock-hard penis twitching out of control in her auctioning mouth, like her husband's used to twitch in her vagina before he reached his orgasm.

He's going to cum! Oh, heaven forbid! I've got to stop, this instant, or the next thing I know he'll be shooting off in my mouth! Alice groaned inwardly.

She didn't stop, though. She kept right on sucking. The evil imp within her was forcing her to take the boy all the way. Thoroughly confused, the highly young woman found herself sucking ravenously for the very juice she dreaded to feel squirting into her mouth. A flood of consternation washed over her. One part of her mind screamed out in protest, while another part urged her on. She could think of nothing more vile than to let the boy ejaculate into her mouth. It was outrageously obscene to even consider it, and she knew it would make her feel horribly degraded if she permitted him to actually do it.

Then, before Alice could arrive at a final decision, it was happening. She could feel the boy shuddering just a split second before his blood-engorged organ gave a spastic jerk.

"UNNN, UUNNGGHHHHHH!" he grunted, the back of his skull thudding against the window as his eyes rolled up into their sockets and his head snapped back ecstatically.

His cockhead blew up like a balloon inside her mouth, and Alice knew it was too late then. She shivered with a mixture of disgust and lewd anticipation. His orgasm was starting. She couldn't take her mouth away now, or he might splash his semen all over the seat and soil the seat covers. It would never do for her c***dren to see her car with cum stains on the seat. The only thing to do, she decided, was to let him shoot off in her mouth. She nearly gagged at the thought, telling herself she would only hold it in her mouth and then spit it out on the pavement later, thereby saving herself from the shameful embarrassment of everyone who saw her car knowing what she'd done.

It didn't work that way. The first jet of his pent-up load gushed all thick and creamy into her unwilling oral cavern, and Alice had to fight to keep from gagging on it. Then the sharp flavor of the acrid substance seeped over her recoiling tongue and permeated her taste buds. Alice knew she wasn't going to gag. It came as a shock to her uptight mind, but the taste of cum was in no way repulsive to her. Unlike coffee or beer, she realized instantly that she wouldn't have to acquire a taste for this adult beverage, for she liked its pungency right off.

"OHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned through her passion-flared nostrils, struggling against the strong urge to drink down his sperm as his pounding pecker pumped it spasmodically into her mouth.

I can't swallow it, no matter how good it tastes! she thought with horror. It would be debasing blatantly obscene ... and no decent woman would ingest semen!

And then it struck her—the degrading fact that she had a cum-spewing cock in her previously pristine mouth—and she groaned with the knowledge that she was no longer a decent woman. She'd yielded to temptation and fallen into sin. She was a cocksucking slut, no better than a paid whore. Worse, in fact, because she'd seduced this innocent young boy whose sexual purity was even now spiraling into her greedy mouth.

"OOOOOOMMMMMMM, OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!" It was a nasal sound, a mournful wail, its tone both heavy with shame and ragged with lustful pleasure. A storm of violently incompatible emotions churned within Alice's diminutive, five-foot-one body, for despite her sensation of utter depravity, she found herself reveling in the ecstasy of this sinful moment.

The boy's orgasmically throbbing organ shot her mouth so full of cum that her dainty pink tongue was fairly swimming in a foamy sea of the steaming stuff. It was either swallow or drown. She swished her tongue through the glutinous mass., savoring its heady taste. Then she whimpered and began gulping it down, thrilling anew as the thick cream from his boyish balls washed warmly down her straining throat.

Feeling like a horrible pervert but loving it, she drank his white, hot cum jet by satisfying jet until at last she had taken all he had to give her. There was a glow of warmth emanating from the jiggling pool of fresh sperm in her stomach when his peter began to go soft in her quivering mouth. Sucking down with all her might-and whipping his shrinking cockhead with her tongue Alice drained the boy's spongy organ of its last reluctant drops before she allowed it to slip with a lascivious slurp from between her puffy, sperm streaked lips.

"OHHHHHHH ... OH, DEAR GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" she moaned, hurling herself back from the gasping boy and beginning to pant for breath as her slippery tongue slithered out and licked the strings of sweet-tasting boy cum from her trembling oral petals.

"I can go home and check in with my folks and then I'll be free to go out again, lady," the lad ventured. "If you want to come pick me up, maybe we could well, you know."

"Noo! I didn't know what I was doing! You shouldn't have let me do it! You took advantage of me! Get out! Get out of my car!"

"What'd I do wrong, lady? the teenager whined. "I thought you liked it, and I know I did!" He sat up straight and started stuffing his flaccid rod back inside his pants.

"I'M sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you! It wasn't your fault! Just go away, please! Oh, I feel so dirty!" The youth threw her a puzzled, nervous look as he climbed out of the car. Then he shut the door and ran off across the sand.

Alice buried her tear-streaked face in her shaking hands and gave herself over to a fit of bitter sobbing. Never in all her life had she felt so worthless and miserable as she did now. The heat of the moment had passed, leaving her guilt-stricken and humiliated to the core. It was like a nightmare, only she was awake and it'd been all too real. She could hardly believe the damning truth about herself—that she, a virtuous woman who'd gone to her marriage bed a virgin and had never once in fifteen years of married life ever so much as looked at another man, had on this night tricked a young boy into-her car and then deprived him of his purity by sucking his dick and drinking his cum like a screaming whore.



Chapter 2

Alice thought she would die of shame. She almost wished she could, because she didn't know if she could stand to live with herself after this. The shaken woman started her car and began driving home. As she wheeled her car, she found her shame-ridden mind wandering back to her husband. She knew it was the frustration of being sexually deprived that had caused her to behave in such a desultory way with the boy.

It had been five months since her husband died, and nearly a half year before that since he'd made love to her because of his illness. No wonder she had become sex crazed, but why did she work out some satisfaction in such a disgusting manner?

In her own shy way, Alice had enjoyed having marital relations with her husband. Now that she was getting over her grief, she realized just how much she really did miss the regular sexing of married life. Her physical needs lived on, but she had no man to satisfy them, no socially acceptable sexual outlet. Her proper period of mourning was not yet over, so Alice steadfastly refused to seriously consider dating again. Little wonder that Alice's troubled mind had begun to channel the strong desires of her heal-thy body toward sex.

Now, because of her past uncontrolled act with the boy, she felt she couldn't manage well at all. She had certainly tried to do her best. After paying her husband's medical and burial expenses, Alice had had barely enough money left to buy the small boarding house with which she hoped to support herself and her two fatherless c***dren. Hal was taking the loss like a little man, but Kitty, who was only twelve, sorely missed her father. It wrenched at Alice's heart to overhear her little girl crying herself to sleep, and Kitty was still doing it once or twice a week.

"Oh, my poor c***dren, to have a whore for a mother," she wailed. "And my poor dead husband! To think I did for a stranger what I would never do for him!"

During the early years of their marriage, her dear departed husband had frequently asked her to take his sex organ in her mouth. Alice had stubbornly refused to give in to the perverse act. Not once had she brought her face close to his loins, and never had she even considered kissing his big, hard prick for him.

But it was different with the boy, somehow, because of the boy's innocence and his smaller penis, and with the desire she'd kept bottled up inside her for so long bursting into flames and licking up into her yearning vagina, searing her viscera and driving her out of her mind with lust.

Alice had been crying hard, and now as she drove her car off the thoroughfare into the narrow street leading to her boarding house, her vision was still somewhat blurred by tears.

The shadowy figure staggered off the curb and lurched toward her just as Alice swung the Ford into the center of the street and aimed it toward her driveway. She hit the brakes, but too late. There was a sickening thump against the right front fender. The man screamed horribly as he did a backward somersault in midair. Then he hit the pavement and rolled over and over, coming to rest in the gutter.

Terrified, Alice leaped from the car and rushed over to him. He was lying there holding his back, groaning piteously. His face was a mask of excruciating pain, his features so contorted that Alice didn't recognize him at first glance.

"My back! God, missus darling, my ba-aacckkk! Doc Gordan! Call Doc Gordan!"

"Oh, my God, you're Mister Denton!" Alice cried, finally recognizing the drunk who'd been boarding with her for a month. She could not abide drunkards, even harmless ones like Mr. Denton, so she'd informed the small wiry man he would have to leave. This was the last night of his prepaid room and board, and now this. She'd run over the poor man, maybe broken his back. She felt awful over it, and had to struggle with herself to keep from panicking. "I'm sorry, Mister Denton! Oh, I'm so sorry! Can you walk? Maybe if I help you we can make it to the house."

"Don't move me! My back! Aaargh! Doe Gordan! I want Doc Gordan!"

"Yes! Yes, all right, I'll call him!" Alice promised, and she ran into the house, icy fingers of fear gripping at her palpitating heart.

Gordan, a large portly man of about fifty, arrived within five minutes from the time Alice called him. Together they rolled the pain-racked body of poor little Mr. Denton on a stretcher, and Alice helped lift the moaning victim of her carelessness into the back of the doctor's station wagon. She stood in the street, sick at heart and wringing her hands, watching until the taillights of the doctor's vehicle disappeared from view.



Chapter 3

It was ten o'clock the following morning when the insurance investigator arrived. "Missus Darling?" he asked when Alice opened the door. The grief-stricken woman nodded. He introduced himself and showed her his identification, and Alice took him into the parlor. "Would you like a cup of coffee, Mister Stanley?"

"No, thank you," he replied. He was all business but gentlemanly, for he waited until Alice had settled nervously on the edge of an overstuffed chair before he took a seat on the couch facing her. Despite her guilt over the beach-boy and her remorse over poor Mr. Denton, Alice could not help noticing that the redhead seated before her was a rather handsome man. He looked freshly scrubbed and boyishly wholesome, what with his freckled skin and unruly coppery-red hair. The insurance investigator appeared to be in his late thirties, and even in Alice's troubled state of mind, he appealed to her in a way that no man other than her husband ever had. She knew she looked a mess—her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and red-rimmed from crying—and she regretted this, especially when her inquisitive gaze took note of the band of lighter skin on his ring-less ring finger.

"The police took your statement of the accident?" Alice nodded. "Last night. It was all my fault. I told them so."

His thick red eyebrows drew together in a frown. "I wish you hadn't done that. It makes it much more difficult for us to settle."

"But I ran over the poor man with my car," Alice objected. "I knocked him right up into the air. I could actually see him flipping over in midair! It was horrible, the way he screamed, I thought I'd killed him."

"But you didn't kill him."

"No. His back was badly injured, though."

"So his lawyer claims."

"It was. I could see that. He couldn't move his legs. Have you been to the hospital to see him? Did I break his back? Oh, dear Lord, I hope he isn't going to be paralyzed for life!"

"Mister Denton isn't in the hospital. He's in a room at Doctor Gordan's private office. No, I haven't seen him yet. The doctor wouldn't permit it. He claims that Mister Denton's back is broken, and that he has him in a cast and under sedation."

Alice closed her eyes with a grimace. She'd feared the worst, and now she was hearing it. A choking sob racked her body, but she shed no new tears, she had already cried herself dry.

"When your car struck Denton, Missus Darling, you say the impact hurled him into the air?"

"That's right. I could see him in the air, turning, as if he were doing a backward somersault. And he was screaming! It was dreadful, Mister Stanley. I'll never forget it for as long as I live. I feel like throwing up every time I think about it."

"Yes," he said. "Of course." And then he paused, studying on her words. "It strikes me as odd, doesn't it you?"

"Odd? What do you mean?"

"How fast were you going?"

"Oh, I don't know. Ten or fifteen miles an hour, maybe. I had started my turn into the driveway."

Stanley made a note of this. "At that rate of speed, a pedestrian should be flung to the ground, not hurled into the air, as you say. And your fender isn't even dented."

A blank stare was Alice's only reply, for she knew nothing of such matters.

"Were there any witnesses?" Stanley asked hopefully.

"None," Alice answered, shaking her head slowly. "What are you thinking, Mister Stanley? Surely you don't intend to take this to court and try to avoid paying Mister Denton. I ran the poor man down! I broke his back! He may be paralyzed! I insist that he be taken care of! What do you think I have insurance for? I've kept up the full amount. I used to think my husband carried too much insurance on everything, but when he died, I learned different. Tell me you're not going to try to cheat Mister Denton, please, because I won't let you get away with it."

The investigator smiled for the first time since he'd entered the house, and his voice took on a more friendly tone. "Your attitude is admirable, Missus Darling. But you needn't worry about my company's ethics. I can assure you that if Mister Denton's case warrants it, we'll pay to the full extent of your policy's personal liability coverage, one hundred thousand dollars. But we don't pay out that kind of money without a thorough investigation. Now, suppose you tell me exactly how the accident occurred." He took a cassette recorder from his attaché case and turned it on, then leaned across and extended the microphone toward Alice. "Speak into the mike, and tell it just as it happened, please. Try not to leave out anything, no matter how unimportant it may seem to you."

Having her words recorded made Alice nervous, but she spoke clearly into the microphone and recounted the accident in all its gory detail. When she finished, her hands were trembling. Stanley instructed her to start at the first and tell it again. This irritated Alice, but when he told her that because of her initial nervousness she might possibly have left out something of importance to him in his investigation, she agreed to his request and began plodding through the gruesome details of it once more.

Then Stanley started asking her questions about Denton, and they were personal questions totally unrelated to the accident as such. He wanted to know where Denton worked, where he'd come from, how long he'd lived at the boarding house, what he did for entertainment, how much did he drink, whom did he associate with.

Alice answered as best she could, but she knew very little about Denton. All she could tell him was that Denton had boarded with her for exactly one month, that he apparently had no friends or job, and that he stayed in his room a lot and drank to excess.

"Do you carry an insurance card in your purse, Missus Darling? The one with your policy's limits of coverage listed on it."

"Why, yes I do. Why do you ask?"

"Because I see a purse on the piano. Is it yours?"

"Yes, it's mine."

"Is that where you usually leave it?"

"No, that's not where I usually leave it, but I don't see where that's any concern of yours, Mister Stanley."

He grinned. "Missus Darling, did anyone ever tell you you're downright cute when you get angry?"

Alice blushed and lowered her softening gaze. "No," she laughed, "not for years and years."

"Well, you are, and I hope you'll forgive my impudence in saying so. But the purse, it could be important. I try not to overlook anything. Do you often leave it on the piano?"

"No, not often," she replied, returning her gaze to his face and liking what she saw.

"Sometimes you do though, right?"

"I suppose I must. It's there now, isn't it?"

"And your boarders have access to the parlor?"

"Yes, of course. The TV is here, and we all have to pass through the parlor when we enter or leave the house by the front door. But there are no thieves living here. Nothing has been stolen."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "That isn't what I was thinking. Will you grant me this, Missus Darling? That Denton had the opportunity to examine the contents of your purse?"

"Why, I guess so. But why would he want to do that? As I said, nothing has been stolen from me."

Stanley changed the subject, asked for the cup of coffee she'd previously offered, and remained to chat with her for a moment on what seemed to be a purely personal level. She learned his first name was John, and that he was recently divorced. He left shortly, saying he would be in touch with her again.

The temperature had risen to the high eighties. It felt good, lazy, pleasant. John Stanley was enjoying it while it lasted. In shirt sleeves and tie—his suit coat was in his ear—John paused on the porch of Mrs. Darling's boarding house to-suck his lungs full of the good clean air. A smile crept over his freckled boyish face as he stretched luxuriously. That Alice Darling was some kind of woman, small but stacked, and pretty as all get out. His dong gave an involuntary throb as he imagined what it might be like to bed her. He chuckled, deciding she would be well worth the trouble it would take to lay her. But it would take time, because she was clearly a lady, and business came first. John reminded himself he was on a case. He put the sweet face and desirable curvaceous body of Alice Darling out of his mind and walked out to have another look at her car.

He was glad he did, because he hadn't noticed it the first time, and he doubted the police had either, since they'd made their investigation in darkness. It was almost unnoticeable, the light film of fine dust on Mrs. Darling's Ford. No one would have noticed the faint handprint on the right front fender unless they'd been looking for it. But it was there, between the wheel well and the front end of the car, as if someone had slapped the fender.

John's suspicious mind conjured the mental image of Denton slapping the fender and then hurling himself up into the air with a backward somersault. Perhaps he was wrong, but such things had happened, and he was taking no chances. He snapped a picture of the handprint with his miniature camera. Then he opened his attaché case and began trying to lift at least one clear fingerprint.

There were too many things in this case which didn't add up right, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there'd been no accident. He hadn't told Mrs. Darling, because she had enough on her mind and would find out soon enough anyway, but Denton's lawyer was threatening to sue her for a million dollars. It was a ridiculous sum, of course. Alice Darling couldn't possibly pay it. But if Denton got a court judgment for even a fourth of that amount against the comely widow, he would collect the entire hundred thousand dollars insurance money. He would also get her boarding house, and her car, and any savings she might have.

If Denton's back was really broken, why wasn't he in a hospital instead of Gordan's office? He didn't buy the doctor's statement that Denton couldn't be moved. This whole thing looked like a put-up job to the sharp investigator, a dastardly scheme to defraud his insurance company and fleece a defenseless widow of everything she owned. It smelled rotten to John, and if there was fraud, as he suspected, he intended to prove it, for both the sake of his company and the lovely Mrs. Darling. Thinking of the latter, he strode off toward his car whistling the tune of a song containing the words, How she makes me quiver, how she ma-akes me-ee sighh.



Chapter 4

The temperature rose into the low nineties around one that afternoon, and there was virtually no breeze at all to stir the still air. It became stuffy inside the two-story boarding house, but the weather outside was beautiful. Alice's work was done until four, when she would have to start preparing supper for her c***dren and her remaining six boarders, all of whom were very understanding and sympathetic about the accident. She was alone in the house. Her k**s were at school, and all her boarders worked during the day— with the exception of poor Mr. Denton, who was at Gordan's as a result of her careless driving.

Alice wanted to put Mr. Denton and her troubles out of her mind for a while. She knew it would do her good to get out in the sun. She thought of taking a long brisk walk, then decided against it. But she didn't want to waste this rare summer day. On an impulse she decided a short sun bath would do her a world of good, and she started toward hers and her daughter Kitty's room to put on her swimsuit.

There was no one in the house, and her back yard had a high, concrete block fence around it, so Alice felt relatively safe from prying eyes as she emerged from her back door. Clad in her rather skimpy two-piece bathing suit and carrying a blanket under her arm, she walked gingerly on the tender soles of her bare feet out to the center of the back yard. The weather was ideal for sunbathing. She was already out here in her swimsuit, and the warm sun felt lovely on her smooth, tan akin. She shrugged off the fear of appearing ridiculous—no one would see her anyway-—and smoothed out her blanket before she lay down on her stomach with her head cradled in her upraised arms.

"Mmm," she sighed aloud. "Oh, this is nice, whether it would appear that I'm not concerned about Mr. Denton or not."

She began to perspire. It felt good. She stretched, and pressed her loins against the coolness of the good earth filtering up through her blanket. Alice was thinking of John Stanley now, and the pressure against her clefted mound sent a surprisingly pleasant sensation rippling through her abdomen. Automatically she associated the pleasurably sensual feeling with John. She wriggled about, thinking how virile and good-looking John was, wondering how it would be with him. Alice blushed and shoved the indecent thought from her mind. It was entirely unacceptable to her. She was still in mourning, a widow, and after last night, she knew she was going to have to be on constant guard against the sinful nature of her secret inner being.

After about ten minutes, Alice turned over onto her back. She didn't want to burn. About ten more minutes, with the deeply penetrating rays of the sun warming and relaxing the front of her well proportioned body, she would go into the house and take a nice cool shower. She didn't want to spend too much time out here.

It was perhaps three minutes later when Alice got the uncomfortable feeling that hungry male eyes were staring at here. She ignored it for a moment, telling herself that she was only imagining it, but the sensation became all the stronger. Shading her eyes with her loft forearm, she opened her eyelids and peered nervously about.

Someone was indeed watching her, but when she saw who it was, she smiled and relaxed. It was only Jimmy, the thirteen-year-old son of the couple who lived next door. Nothing but his head was visible. Apparently he was seated in a chair at the window of his upstairs bedroom. Alice waved at him, and the k** waved back.

The poor c***d was mentally retarded.

Alice had only a speaking acquaintance with Jimmy's father, but she was getting to know his mother and the boy. She liked them both. In spite of Jimmy's mental retardation, he was physically well developed, a truly handsome little guy, and reasonably easy to manage. As a neighborly favor, Alice had watched after Jimmy a couple of times while his mother had gone shopping. She felt sorry for the boy, and even more so for Ida. All in all, Jimmy was a sweet boy—toilet trained and able to feed, dress and bathe himself—but as a mother herself, Alice knew how heartbreaking it must be to have a c***d who would still be the mental equivalent of an eight-year-old when he was fifty and losing his hair to baldness.

Considering Alice's estimate of Jimmy as a harmless c***d to be pitied, one can easily understand how shocked she was when the physically precocious thirteen-year-old stood up and showed her his prick. And that's exactly what he did. Jimmy jumped up stark naked inside his open bedroom window, waving at Alice with one hand, while with the other he waggled at her a rearing erection that looked ridiculously large for his age and body size.

Flabbergasted, the sunbathing young woman could only suck in her startled breath and stare with openmouthed astonishment at the ludicrous sight. As she watched with a sense of horrified fascination, Jimmy began moving his hand up and down the turgid white column of his oversized penis, exposing to her unblinking eyes over and over again the rosy-red meat of his enlarged dickhead. The little bugger was jacking off right before her eyes!

This was something she would never have expected, from Jimmy of all people. But he was doing it, and for her benefit, too. He apparently wanted her to watch. He seemed to be proud of what he was doing. Was he showing off to her? Did he think she would want to see such a disgusting performance?

Alice didn't know what Jimmy was thinking, but if he thought seeing him masturbate would excite her, he was right! She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was suddenly dizzy with desire as she lay there watching the little k** stroke, his lovely, man-sized organ. She couldn't tear her gaze away. The lewd spectacle held her spellbound. She could feel the juices flowing inside her vagina. She licked longingly at her lips without being aware of doing so. By the time Jimmy's cum spurted onto the screen and began trickling down to his window sill, the crotch of Alice's bathing suit bottom was wet and slick. It had affected her that much and that fast.

My God, what's wrong with me?! she screamed silently, flushing with shame as, belatedly, she snatched up her blanket and ran into the house.

Disgusted with herself, Alice threw the blanket on the bed she shared with her daughter and plopped down with her head between her shaking hands. Her elbows resting on her trembling thighs, she remained motionless for several minutes, her chest heaving as she stared blankly down at her dainty toes and tried to get a grip on herself. She could not, There was a fire inside her sex-starved loins, and it refused to go out ...

Groaning, she flung herself back on the bed and mauled the aching orbs of her luscious big breasts. The soles of her feet dug into the mattress. She ripped off the top of her swimsuit and spread her legs, whimpering and sobbing as she tweaked harshly at the tender, swollen cones of her tumescent, coral nipples, her hips pumping up and down in an almost insane desire to be screwed.

"I'M LOSING MY MIND!" she wailed, leaping off the bed as soon as she realized how horrible she was acting. "I'VE GOT TO HAVE RELIEF!"

A cold shower had never been more in order. If that didn't work, Alice didn't know what she would do. She had never indulged in the solitary sin of masturbation, but Alice was sorely tempted to give it a try now. When she pulled off the bottom of her bathing suit, she saw that the inside of its crotch fairly sparkled with her sticky cuntal fluids. So did her groin. The crisp, dark hair of her pubic triangle was plastered to her skin in shimmering wet ringlets. The lips of her sex stood out all puffed up and red, pouting and quivering.

It was incredible to her how swiftly she'd been excited because she'd watched a mentally retarded k** jack off. The obscene display should've turned her off, not on! In her mind's eye she could still see Jimmy's organ spitting cum. This was terribly upsetting to Alice, because even now she still wished she'd been able to get her lips on him and have his sperm jetting into her mouth instead of being wasted on a damned window screen. Thoughts like this were enough to shake the faith of a morally upright woman such as Alice.

The doorbell rang just as Alice spun on the cold water tap and braced herself to jump into the icy shower. She grumbled to herself as she turned off the water and slipped into her robe. Clutching the intimate garment over her breasts and loins, she padded barefoot up the hall and through the parlor. It was Ida, her next-door neighbor, all dressed and smiling brightly, with her son Jimmy, fully dressed now, standing expressionless at her side.

"Oh, did I wake you, Alice? Were you having a nap? I was hoping you, could look after Jimmy for a couple of hours while I run downtown. Would you mind terribly?"

After what Jimmy had done, Alice most certainly did mind. She was scared, not of the boy, but of what she herself might do if left along with him in her present condition. But how could she refuse without telling Ida that her mentally deficient son was an exhibitionist? She couldn't do it, though her better judgment told her she was making a mistake, because the poor woman had a heavy enough burden to bear already.

She found herself assuring Ida that she'd be glad to, and telling her not to worry about Jimmy, because he was no bother at all. Then his mother was gone, and she and Jimmy were alone in the parlor, and the boy's dull, almond-shaped eyes were losing their dullness, beginning to gleam lustfully, and he was moving toward her, the front of his trousers tenting way, way out.

"Jimmy," Alice said, clutching her robe together and backing unsurely away from the slowly advancing dimwit, "what you did ... it wasn't very nice. I did not like it. I don't want you ever to do that again. Do you hear me, Jimmy? Don't look at me that way! Stop! Right here! Stay in the parlor and watch TV! I'm going to my room and get dressed! No! you mustn't follow me!"

Jimmy could speak when be wanted to, but he wasn't speaking now. The gleam in his dark, almond eyes wasn't exactly threatening, and he wasn't frying to touch Alice yet, but he wasn't paying any attention to her. He matched her step for step as she backed fearfully into the hallway, keeping distance between them as she made her way toward the safety of the bedroom she shared with her daughter.

Spittle drooled from one corner of the youth's mouth. The expression on his handsome face revealed at a glance what was on his dull mind. He licked his full lips and made a funny noise in his throat, his eyes smoldering as they swept devouringly up and down the robed body of the cringing young widow.

"I want ... want to ... fuck you," Jimmy said bluntly, his speech faltering, the way it did when he became excited.

"Jimmy!" Alice scolded, feeling along the wall for the knob as she neared the door to her bedroom. "For heaven's sake, don't talk that way! It's vulgar ... and you couldn't possibly know what you're saying!"

He grinned, and slipped into the room with her when the shocked young woman opened the door and backed inside. "I know. There was woman ... What used to live ... other side of our house ... and she ... she liked me. A lot. Sandra was good to me ... liked me ... said I have a big cock ... and she let me ... in her bed. I never told nobody ... but you now. And I won't tell ... my mother about ... us, Missus Darling. Won't never, never tell! Here ... look at my cock again! You want to see it! Up close this time?"

"No! Jimmy, don't! Leave that thing in your pants!" But the boy already had his erected organ out. Apparently he knew the power it held over Alice, for he watched her eyes and began skinning his dick back and forth. "You like it?" he asked, stepping to within a foot of her, grinning lewdly as he took her wrist, her robe falling open at the top to reveal her magnificent breastworks as he drew her reluctant, trembling hand down toward his cock. "Touch it," he urged, and placed her palm on the thick, pulsing shaft.

"Nooh ... oh, nooooo!" Alice whimpered, her fingers taking it upon themselves to encircle the circumference of his hypnotizing dong.

Alice didn't want to hold Jimmy's hot penis, but she couldn't seem .to get that message through to her hand. It clung to his shaft, stroking it. She could hardly get her breath. When she looked down between their bodies, she was shocked to see both of her hands eagerly fondling the desirable prick. Her robe hung open all the way down the front, giving the mentally deficient boy a look at everything she had.

"Pretty," he mumbled, his hot little hands roaming her titties and belly. "The bed. Come on. We gonna fuck.. Me and you ... real good, too!"

"This is sheer madness!" Mice whined, forcing her hands to give up the poker-stiff column of appealing cockflesh. "No, Jimmy, we can't! It's out of the question! Please ... oh, please don't!"

Jimmy's breath was labored now, his eyes glassy with lust. He drew down the robe from the shoulder of the shivering, softly sobbing young widow, and let it fall to the floor about her feet. Then he took her beautiful, naked body in his arms and brought his lips to hers, his eyes gazing into hers as he simultaneously stabbed the hot spear, of his throbbing erection into the softness of her belly and drove his tongue into the warm cavern of her yielding wet mouth.

"OOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!"

The agonized groan hurled itself up from the depths of Alice's tortured body, and she knew she was going to let this dull-witted boy skewer her with his big, sweet dick. It felt marvelous boring into her abdomen. There was no use pretending. Despite her shame over the indecency of it, she was wild to have his massive organ inside her, to feel it thrusting into her weeping vagina, where no man but her departed husband had ever been. She uttered a gurgling sound of submission and threw her arms around him, hugging him, rubbing against him and sucking his persuasive tongue hungrily.

Caught up in a steamy fog us lust, Alice was only dimly aware that she was moaning and writhing about on the bed as she watched Jimmy stripping off his clothes.

"HURRY! OH, PLEASE HURRY! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! I'M DYING TO FEEL YOUR COCK PUSHING INTO ME!"

The voice, ragged with passion, belonged to a woman, and Alice's shame nearly scalded her as she recognized the words as her own.

Then Jimmy appeared above her, his bare chest grazing the sensitive tips of her tumid nipples, his turgid penis slapping between her upper thighs and. poking erratically at her groin. A slave to her feverish desire by this time, Alice reached down and took the flopping prong in her hand. She skinned it back and guided the bald dome into the shimmering wetness of her coral cunt lips, tugging at it, wedging the huge crown into her fluted portal.

"OH, GOD, YOU'RE BIGGG!!!" she wailed, wincing with a delicious burst of pain as her hairy slot opened and took in the flesh-splitting head of his member.

"NNN!" Jimmy grunted, lunging downward and impaling her with one vicious thrust.

Jimmy's phallus was bigger than her husband's had been. Alice sucked in her breath raggedly and shuddered with pleasured shock when she felt it ramming deep into her cock-starved belly. The head of his dick banged into her womb, jarring her teeth. A fraction of a second later his mound crashed against her soft mons veneris, jolting her tiny body. His dangling testicles swung forward and made a salacious slap as they whacked into the crack of her quivering ass cheeks.

She threw back her head and vented the ecstasy of her mixture of pleasure and pain with guttural groans from the core of her delighted being:

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Evidently Sandra, the woman Jimmy bad mentioned, had liked her sexing rough, because the big-dicked boy began cramming the cock to Alice hard and fast the instant he'd hit cunt-bottom, He didn't give her time to catch her breath, so she couldn't tell him to slow down and take it easy. He knocked the wind out of her as fast as she sucked it into her lungs. His oversized instrument reamed into the stretched opening of her fluttering, hair-fringed hole with long, rapid thrusts, pushing and pulled at the gripping ring of her cuntal petal, while the hard-rubber head of his rod battered away at the neck of her pear-shaped uterus, bruising the tender flesh of that most feminine of all female organs.

"IT HURTS, JIMMY!" she cried, her hands gripping the bedspread beside her hips. "I CA-CAN'T BREATHE! OHHHHHHHH ... OH, YOU'RE KILLING ME! GOD, IT HURTS SOOO GOOOOODDDD!!!"

This was the first screwing Alice had had in a year, and the roughest, most deeply penetrating one ever. The mentally retarded boy was a wild, panting thing between her out flung legs. The incessant thrusting of his womb-jamming dong into the moist, responsive sheath of her snug vagina kept her grunting and groaning constantly. It was heaven and hell, all rolled into one. This kind of sex was brand new to Alice. There was no love involved, no tenderness, both of which she'd been used to with her husband. Jimmy was taking her ruthlessly, using her body for his own pleasure, rutting his firm young dick into her with blind, raging lust.

"YESSS ... OH, LORD, YESSS!!! FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!!!" Alice screeched, her head lolling rapturously from side to side as she drew up her legs and began working with him.

She was caught up in the frenzied emotion of this raw sexing. Pleasure bombarded her lust-fogged brain. Illicit thrills raced about in her rippling belly as she started humping her dribbling snatch up to meet the inrushing length of pistoning pecker, making her oblivious of everything else. It no longer mattered to Alice that Jimmy was a moron, and only thirteen, because he had a real big cock and was giving her the most thorough screwing of her life, and it was. glorious.

"AAAAAAHH—AAAAHHHHHHHH!" she squealed, grabbing the muscular cheeks of Jimmy's arcing rump as her loins tightened in orgasmic readiness. A tremor racked her sweat-sheened body as the full impact of her intense climax hit her.

"CUMMING ... OHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH ... OH, JESUS, JESUSSSS GAAAAHHHH ... I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGG!"

Alice clung to the boy's buttocks, shuddering uncontrollably and sobbing brokenly as her insides convulsed rhythmically around his hot, jabbing organ. She'd expected him to thrust it all the way into her and join her in this moment of ecstasy, as her husband had always done. But Jimmy wasn't ready to cum yet He fucked her all the harder, driving his long dong a mile a minute into the squishing canal of her spasmodically clutching sheath. It was ungodly good to be screwed so hard while she was cumming, and cumming, and cumming! Alice thought her soul rending orgasm would never end. She could hear herself screaming with the agonizing bliss of it. And then it was over, and she had found the blessed relief which she'd so desperately needed.

The relief from her widowly suffering lasted no longer than had the outpouring of pent-up sexual tensions which had affected it, however, for Jimmy gave her no respite. He kept powering the hard man meat to her, his sturdy piston pumping the sump of her well-oiled penile receptacle. In less than a minute he'd caught her ebbing passion and fanned the embers of her carnal desire into a new bonfire of blazing lust. Alice was hotter than ever now. The flames of her sexual craving licked searingly up into her rippling, sweat-slick belly.

"OH, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" she whined, burying her face in the crook of the lad's neck.

Her hands sk**ded caressingly over his back. Her legs lifted and coiled around him like two gripping pythons. She locked her trim ankles over the small of his back and began spurring the clenching and unclenching cheeks of his wildly gyrating butt.

The boy had no more to give her. He was already fucking into her like some demented being, and his heavy balls were drawing up toward his groin. His orgasm was imminent and he was lost in the fit of tormenting bliss preceding it.

Alice could feel the boy's stalk twitching erratically as he socked it to her with shorter and harder jabs. It was too soon. His big, lovely phallus had plunged her to the depths of a****l depravity, and when she wanted more than anything in the world to go on fucking for hours, he was going to cum! She pounded his buttocks with the heels of her flailing feet and raked his back with her fingernails, wailing out in anguish: "NOT YET, JIMMY! OH, DARLING, PULEEAEEESSS! DON'T CUM YET! HOLD IT BACK AND ... AAH, AAH ... FUCK ME, FUCK ME. FFUUUCCKK MMMEEEEEE!!!"

For a few seconds longer the k** gave her exactly what she was so shamelessly begging for. Then all at once he rammed his thumping pole taproot deep into the red-lipped gash of her hairy hole. Jimmy squealed shrilly, then began grunting and drooling saliva on her shoulders as his jerking cock spewed a geyser-like stream of hot, sticky cum into the moist heat of her palpitating abdomen. It gushed from his swollen cockhead at point-blank range, and the glutenous mass of streaming sperm splashed luridly over the ultra-sensitive mouth of her fluttering womb.

"NOOH ... OH, NOOOOO!" she whined, shaking her head in protest, for she was nowhere near ready for this. But she could feel keenly his scalding semen shooting into her, and this provided a lesser but purely wicked thrill of its own. She held him into her right up to his balls and began sobbing softly.

When he withdrew his shrinking penis and flopped down beside her, Alice didn't hesitate for a second. His spongy tool glistened wetly with the slime of their mixed sexual secretions, but it was in no way repulsive to her. Indeed not, for in her present state of bitch-dog heat, the flaccid, sex-slick peter looked deliciously suckable.

Alice's gorgeous tits hung down from her chest, juggling enticingly while, she knelt beside Jimmy and lowered her head toward his fragrant genitals. She cradled his relaxing nuts in the palm of her left hand and captured with the eager fingers of her right hand the slippery eel of his deflating peter. The delicate features of her pretty face were contorted-with lust as she lifted the limber organ and took the sperm smeared head into the soft red circle of her puffy oral petals.

"MMMM ... UUUMMMM!" she sighed, holding his stem erect and sucking into her mouth the top three inches, her tongue sliding round and around the leachy tube of secretion-coated dickflesh.

The pungent flavor of their combined fuck juices bit sharply into her tingling taste buds. She moaned and took the whole of his shrunken organ into her mouth, her lips and tongue working greedily to clean it of every delicious drop. Only dimly aware of her licentious action, Alice glued her tender lips to the whimpering c***d's fatty mound and sucked down harshly. Maintaining the strong suction, she lifted her head slowly, letting her lips draw out obscenely around his soft shaft. She pulled up on it, her cheeks sinking in and quivering. She paused with nothing but his tumescent glands remaining in her "hungry mouth, her small pink tongue laying slavishly at the boy's velvet-smooth bulb.

Her urgent need for more screwing had brought the sexually deprived young widow to her knees, and she'd willingly taken his soiled pecker into her mouth. Her primary mission was to coax Jimmy's pleasure giving prong back to a state of full erection, so she could experience feeling it ramming in and out of her sperm-dripping cunt. Her desire to be fucked had never been stronger. But Jimmy had ejaculated twice already this afternoon. His penis was sluggish and slow to respond, so her work was cut out for her.

No matter. In Alice's condition of wild arousal, it was almost as good to have his delicious organ in her hot hungry mouth as in her steaming, snapping pussy. From the top of her pretty head down to the tips of her dainty toes, the comely young widow was nothing but a feverish hunk of slavering female fuckstuff. Her mind was out of it by this time. Alice had no will of her own. The raging need within her body ruled her mind completely. There wasn't an inch of Jimmy's beautiful boyish body that her lips were not eager to sample.

"OH, DEAR GOD, I'M ON FIRE!" she moaned, letting the half-hard tube of his reawakening peter slip from her suctioning oral cavern with a wet, lascivious slurp.

Alice swung between the k**'s legs and began licking his balls and planting wet kisses all over his sweaty groin. Her tongue slithered under his wrinkled scrotum and scrubbed the inch of flesh between his genitals and his anus. She hadn't intended to, and wasn't conscious of how