"You're good and wonderful," he repeated, persisting.

"Don't say that!" she admonished sharply, rolling the dough energetically.

"Say what? That you're good ... that you're unhappy ... that I ..."

"Oh, stop it, Eric! I can't stand it. I'm not good! I'm anything but!"

"You were crying this afternoon. I saw your eyes when I came in.

Whoever it was made you cry ... I'd like to kill them!"

"Please Eric!"

"If you were my wife, I would!" he insisted stubbornly.

Kate steadfastly refused to discuss it any more. When the pies were finally done, it was almost midnight. Cole hadn't called and she kept listening, but no sound of a car. Her nerves were pretty shot. Eric's talk about her goodness had unnerved her and brought back the afternoon's guilt ten fold.

"It's terribly late. I think I'll turn in. You'd better get some sleep, Eric."

"But the pies ... don't they have to cool and be put in the freezer?"

he asked desperately, trying to think of some excuse to keep her with him a little while longer. It was the first time he'd had a chance to really be alone with her for more than a few minutes.

"I can do that in the morning. Put out the lights except for the office light, will you?"

"Mrs.--Mrs. Sutherland ...?" There was a plea in his voice that made Cole's wife turn at the foot of the stairs.

"What is it, Eric?"

"Would you come downstairs for a second there's something I want to show you.

"Can't you show me tomorrow? I'm terribly tired."

"It can't wait, Mrs. Sutherland." His handsome young face was agonizingly earnest and he seemed quite desperate ... as though he were hurting inside.

In the bunk room downstairs, Kate turned to him wearily. "All right, Eric. What is it you want to show me?"

His whole body was tensed to the breaking point. Somehow he had to do it. He had to find the courage. With no warning, he forced himself to reach out and grab her, crushing her beautiful body to him and finding her lips awkwardly. She smelled of apple pies and a delicate flowery perfume and her lips were soft and full under his. A surge of power went through him! He was kissing her! Jesus! He actually was kissing her!

Kate gasped as she felt his arms go around her, pulling her against his hard young powerful body. His lips were soft and then desperately hard and pa.s.sionate. Oh G.o.d! She should have guessed. He had a terrible case of puppy love! How stupid of her not to see it. She knew how damaging her laughter could be to him at such a vulnerable age. He was feeling everything so acutely. It hadn't been that long since she had been a teenager and she remembered vividly the agonies of adolescence.

She pulled away gently. "Eric, no ... you'll find a girl your own age ...".

"I don't want a girl my own age. I want you. Oh, Kate ...!" His brain felt as though it were going to explode! He'd kissed her and for a moment, just a moment, she'd kissed him back! Oh, Jesus, his whole groin was on fire! It had never been so bad! A strangled whimper tore out his chest and he pulled her to him roughly, pressing her whole delectable body into his, feeling the fleshy fullness of her soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s mash into his heaving chest. "Please, just let me kiss you again ... I've never kissed a girl before."

Before Cole's wife could stop him, she was imprisoned in the young giant's powerfully muscled arms; his warmly eager mouth followed her twisting face till he caught her lips again. Moans were coming out his ma.s.sive chest and in his eagerness he was almost whimpering in pain ...

the exquisite pain of holding this older woman in a deeply intimate embrace.

The first time, he had said. A surge of pity swept through Kate, remembering the agony and sweet need of being eighteen. And because of this, she responded unthinkingly, parting and softening her lips under his and wrapping her arms around the trembling young giant's slim- hipped waist. After all, it was only a kiss, and what harm can it do?

She was totally unprepared for the boy's fervent reaction or for the strange thrill of forbidden excitement that abruptly shot through her gradually awakening body. I'd better stop him, she thought, then decided to give him just five more seconds. She started mentally counting the seconds, but only got to three before she stopped counting and tightened her arms around his waist.

"Oh, Kate," the boy moaned, "let me be good to you ... let me love you.

Mr. Sutherland doesn't care about you. He's awful to you and you re so wonderful. Let me be good to you ... oh G.o.d!"

His hotly zealous young mouth was suddenly sliding down her throat, blazing a trail of sensation so wildly intense that Kate was stunned by its impact. Oh G.o.d! She knew she must stop him at once, but yet she felt an overpowering reluctance to break this ill-advised embrace.

Kate could feel her nerves and skin deliciously tingling, and her suddenly hungry loins were beginning to ache. He was so hard and strong, and his young male body was setting her own wanton flesh alight! "Depraved s.l.u.t," she mentally told herself. Letting a young boy like this kiss her ... leading him on ... being too nice to him ...

using him as a decoy to get her way with Cole about adopting a child!

She must be mad! Her head was whirling and her bones were turning to jelly as the young boy held her crushed against his huge maleness.

"Stop ... no, Eric ... it's wrong. Oh G.o.d ... let me go ... we mustn't ... we can't!" she whispered, not moving her arms from around his waist.

"I'm never going to let you go ... never ... Oh, Kate!" Eric felt her beautiful lips open wide under his mouth, and thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern where he tasted her moans and womanly sweetness.

Abruptly, kissing was no longer enough. He had to hold her big, wonderfully soft t.i.ts that were mashed against him! His hand timidly pressed between their bodies and closed over the heavy roundness that was her woman's flesh! Oh Christ! It was so hot and firm and full; he squeezed it hard, wanting to crush its loveliness to his watering mouth! Even through the cotton shirt and bra he could feel her rounded globe quiver in his hand, and the nipple growing hard and erect.

Kate moaned as she felt the boy's hand close over her breast in a rapturous clasp. His touch sent sensually thrilling licks of flame spiraling from her nipple outward, and the fire was setting her v.a.g.i.n.a ablaze as well! No! No! No! The word screamed inside her skull in an insistent shriek but her flesh was wantonly ignoring it, quaking and swaying under his clutching hands and tenderly f.u.c.king mouth! Oh G.o.d, she was a s.l.u.t to let this teenage boy ... to lead him astray ... and yet ... it was so sad that his young masculine giant's body was so deprived ... that he'd never even kissed a girl before! There was a strange vanity in being the first ... in initiating such a strong virile young bull! Oh G.o.d! Stop it! Stop thinking about it!

At last she tore her mouth away with a supreme effort. How could she even think such thoughts? Yet it had seemed so natural to kiss this handsome blonde giant who thought she was a saint! Saint? It was he who was the saint. Unsullied, virginal, clean ... and strong. She was a s.l.u.t ... she knew that now ... an abandoned harlot!

"Ohhh, Kate ... I've never felt anything so good in my whole life ...

until now ... Ohhhh, G.o.d ... don't leave me ... let me love you ...

I'll die if you don't ... Please ... ohhhh, please!"

Kate shook her chestnut hair, the breath gasping out her flared nostrils. She pushed hard against his great muscular chest. She had to escape this boy who had aroused her so violently. But physically he wasn't a boy ... he was a man ... a hard masculine, huge man!

"You're so sweet, so good ... please don't leave me now ... I can't stand it," he said, moaning into her hair.

"No, don't say that ... I'm not good ... I'm horrible ... horrible to let a decent young boy like you kiss me and try to ... Oh, Eric."

Suddenly the tears came pouring out her eyes and the pain in her breast was a knife. "Can't you see that I'm just a ... a rotten wh.o.r.e ... or worse ... Oh G.o.d ... let me go!" Her head came down in her hands, and all the anguish and frustration and hurt came pouring out in scalding tears on her tightly clenched fingers.

Eric looked at her agony and made up his mind. It was as though something snapped into place inside him; he wouldn't ask her now. He would tell her! In one swift motion he bent and lifted her in his arms and turned toward his bunk. His c.o.c.k was painfully beating, a huge enlarged second heart inside his tight Levi's, and every step was agony. He laid her gently on his bed. "Don't cry, Kate ... it's all right, darling ... shhh," he crooned to her softly, as he tore his clothes off and with shaking fingers swiftly unb.u.t.toned her shirt. She lay sobbing as if her heart were splitting in two.

The young boy sat naked on the bed, his ma.s.sive p.r.i.c.k upstanding like a stone phallus except that it quivered and beat and was impatiently seeping at the tip of its swollen head. He lifted his boss' limply sobbing wife by the shoulders and pulled her blouse gently from her shaking shoulders, unhooking her bra as he went, whispering and kissing her while he worked. As her suntanned b.r.e.a.s.t.s popped free, his breath wadded painfully in his chest! Jesus! It was okay to look at t.i.ts in a magazine, but pictures couldn't begin to capture the warmth and lusciousness of the real thing. In reverence, both his enormous hands came out to gently cup them, and the warmly silken weights were heavy and beautiful in his hands. "Ohhhhh, G.o.d, Kate," he breathed, and burrowed his face between the heatedly trembling mounds, using his hands to sc.r.a.pe them against each side of his face.

Kate felt the sandpaper contact of Eric's beard stubble between her heaving b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she moaned as wildly racing, jagged streaks of ecstasy began flashing across her quaking body! She felt as though her head was a ma.s.s of crossed signals and confused connections! The feel of the ardent young mouth between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sent scintillating sensations raging through her, and strangely enough within the last three or four minutes, she no longer cared whether this was right or wrong.

She was already an adulteress, had already hit the bottom layer of h.e.l.l ... how much farther could she sink?

Her arms went out of their own volition and held the young boy close against her shaking b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she lay for long minutes running her hands down his heavy muscled, brute-strong young back. She listened to his anguished whimpering and felt his hot hungry breath burning against her naked flesh, and felt sorry for him because he had never even held a woman in his arms before. Well, then, let him see it all, let him ...

Kate dug down and found her skirt zipper. Frantically she jerked the skirt down and kicked it off her feet; then she arched her back, lifting her hips, and peeled the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down.

Eric sat up, the breath coming out his mouth now in great gulps like a beached fish, staring at her as she suddenly lay nakedly in all her curvaceous splendor on the bed before him. His expression was as if all the treasures of the earth were spread out for his taking. "Ohhhh, Gooooddddd, Kate ... you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Slowly, as if in a trance; Kate held up her arms to the young boy, her eyes holding his locked. With a deep groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly enclosed her breast, and she jerked and arched her chest up to it fiercely. Young, but oh so good ...

"Yesss, Eric, darling ... Yesss," she hissed, feeling her full, firmly matured t.i.ts swelling even greater under his greedily devouring mouth.

Ohhh G.o.d ... wh.o.r.e, s.l.u.t, harlot, Jezebel! She called herself every dirty name she could remember, but they were only words and words no longer mattered with her flesh in such fiery rapture!

The young boy sucked the warm silken nipple into his watering mouth, and he thought surely heaven was within his grasp! Kate! His woman ... his first ... he was going to have his first woman! He was going to be a man at last! No s.h.i.t from anybody anymore ... He was going to be a man!

He could feel her respond and arch against his exploring mouth as his hands slid down the satin sides to her gently quivering thighs. It was every schoolboy's dream ... all the wet dreams he had ever had rolled into one ... only it was real ... real and here and now! No boy anymore! A man!

Sucking strongly on the throbbingly erect nipple standing at attention, Eric felt as though he were worshipping at the shrine ... it was a ritual ... gaining his manhood and it was an act of charity ... Kate was giving him the priceless gift! He didn't have to ask now! He would take ... take her pa.s.sionately, gluttonously!

Kate pulled the boy closer into the bed beside her, his mouth still heatedly attached to her heaving breast, his tongue pulling and sucking and slathering, drawing the very soul out through her abandoned flesh that rapturously writhed and vibrated to his every touch! The heat of his hot male body was burning through her whole side, and she could feel his ma.s.sively pulsating instrument--that gigantic, rigid, velvet- skinned c.o.c.k--pressed into her flesh like a fiery brand! It was burning straight through her body! She marveled at the instinct that led him to her flowing breast like a parched man to a hidden spring.

"Ohhh, Kate ... Christ! ... You're the most beautiful ... OHHHHH ...

Jesus," Eric moaned, as his eagerly seeking mouth moved over to the neglected breast and his big hands began kneading the glistening softness of the other t.i.t. His wildly throbbing c.o.c.k was jerking like a wild beast, blinded and starving and enraged, so blood-engorged that it had swelled to monstrous size as it pounded at the woman's satin- skinned hip. He wanted to devour Kate whole, eat her alive! His tongue shot out and began hotly licking her shivering nipple hard as a chipped diamond and glistening with his saliva, until it shone like a polished marble stone sculpture!

Whimpering, Kate reached down and found the mammoth fleshy organ along her hip and enclosed it softly in her hand. It jerked and pulsed like a thing alive ... so huge and questing that she could hardly hold its immensity! Oh G.o.d! She squeezed. It was as hard and rigid as steel ... a steel rod that was going to ram her to heaven and back!

The first contact between her wonderfully warm hand and fingers on his aching c.o.c.k sent the young boy rising almost off the narrow bunk!

"G.o.ddd ... Oh, G.o.ddddd!" Instinctively, he thrust forward in her hand, feeling the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her tightly gripping fingers.

"Eric, it's beautiful," she crooned, "a big beautiful hard c.o.c.k."

The lewd words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them. Oh G.o.d ... she was truly depraved, depraved and lost, and her wanton body was leading her into even more wicked actions It was as though once lost, she kept sinking into the depths of a lurid l.u.s.t that controlled her, body and soul. Shivering streaks of hungry antic.i.p.ation streamed through her heated flesh at the touch and feel of the young teenaged body lying beside her. Her pelvis had begun to frantically undulate, and her filled and straining b.r.e.a.s.t.s were on fire from his instinctively sucking mouth. Ooooooh G.o.d, she had to have it!

"Oh, Kate. Can I ... Can I ... I ..." he whispered, afraid to voice his request, and in his youthful innocence unsure of what to do next with this experienced and beautiful woman.

"Ooooooh, yesss, come here, Eric, my baby!" Kate purred as she took his trembling hand and placed it over the soft resilient curls of her warmly quivering v.a.g.i.n.al mound. Automatically her hips began moving in impatient little circles. "Feel here ..." She guided his outstretched middle finger to her gently pulsating c.u.n.tal lips and let him feel the moistly heated love juice seeping from within her depths.

"Oh Jesus! You're all wet there ... All slippery and hot and wet ...

Ohhhh ... Kate!"

His finger needed no more guidance but went exploring on its own, sliding the tip of his middle finger up and down the swollen thinly bearded slot of her l.u.s.t-enflamed p.u.s.s.y. At his touch, more and more lubricant flowed out of her heated c.u.n.t until a small viscous stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth inner thighs.

Suddenly Eric sat up and looked down over the voluptuously naked body of the older woman laid out for him in offering. He saw the full fleshy mountains of her wondrously quivering t.i.ts, the smooth taut plain of her rippling belly, the "V" shaped forest of her softly curling chestnut p.u.s.s.y hair, and the fertile "Y" of her eagerly trembling thighs. He watched his own hand exploring the warm c.u.n.tal cavern up between her firm legs; this was the promised land of his own manhood test ... a battle ground where both opponents would emerge victorious. A great surge of restless hunger shook him, and he groaned as he leaned down to kiss the moistly puckering p.u.s.s.y mouth.

Kate felt the boy's hot mouth gently and tenderly kissing her heated v.a.g.i.n.al lips. It was too unbelievably exquisite to be true. "Ohhhhhh, G.o.d," she moaned loudly, lifting her knees and wantonly spreading her thighs, "yessss that's it, Eric ... kiss me there ... suck it ...

ohhhhh ... shove your tongue in there ... hurry Aaaagggghhh!"

Eric heard her lewd mewlings and they freed him to do what he wanted to do. His eager tongue tasted the slippery syruped moisture of the heatedly quaking flesh between her legs and then curled and snaked into the perfumed depths of her p.u.s.s.y. "Mmmmmmm ... MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!

Beeeeee-u-teefullllll!" It was an obscene shriek of forbidden rapture.

Kate did not know what had prompted her to order the young boy to lick her p.u.s.s.y that way ... she only knew it had to be. Cole had begged her to let him for years, but somehow it had always seemed so animal, so beastly, so depraved ... and now she knew why he wanted to ... it was the most glorious feeling she could ever remember ... that hot stiffened young boy's tongue ramming into her seething v.a.g.i.n.al depths in the ages old primeval oral f.u.c.king that even the ancients had extolled.

Oh, what a fool she'd been ... what a stupid priggish fool! She was beginning to understand why her husband had gone to another woman. She must have seemed so puritanical and stiff and rigid to Cole who knew what delights were to be had this way. Her hips arched up closer to Eric's beautifully kissing, probing, sucking mouth. It was driving her crazy!

"That's itttt ... suck it, Eric ... suck my c.u.n.t ... suckkkkkkkk itttt ... Loverrrrr ...!"

The young boy lapped and drank from the warmly welling p.u.s.s.y spring like a dying man finding precious water in the desert! He wanted to bury his whole face in the heatedly clasping c.u.n.t and dive in after it!

It never occurred to him that it might be a lurid and secret way to make love. If Kate wanted it ... it had to be good ... and it was good beyond his wildest dreams'. It was actually happening ... all of it was real, and he wouldn't wake shaking and unfulfilled as he did every night, the bedclothes sticky with the dreaming c.u.m that shot out of his p.r.i.c.k in his sleep.

Through the seething maelstrom of her obscene l.u.s.t, Kate felt her own mouth beginning to water as she thought of a way to repay the young boy.

"Oh G.o.d, Eric, give me your c.o.c.k ... turn around," she panted, the breath lurching through her tortured lungs in great gasps. "Up there, where I can suck it for you ... oh, give it to me, lover ... put your great big beautiful c.o.c.k in my mouth ... I want to suck it!" The crazed words, l.u.s.ting and lewd, came out her mouth with an advance warning in her head ... but once said, she was glad and knew she wanted it ... she wanted that virile young c.o.c.k flesh pulsating deep in her throat ...

while his mouth sucked her p.u.s.s.y alive and screaming!

Reaching up, Kate impatiently pulled the strong hairy thighs over her head and saw the jutting immensity of his fantastically hard shaft throbbing like a stallion's only inches from her face.

Oh G.o.d! She wanted it, wanted to lick his masculine young pre-c.u.m from the tiny hole at the tip of the velvet-textured head, wanted to taste the boy's liquid love seeping out for her. Lifting her face up to it, she fervently kissed the jerking head right on the end and then ovaled her hotly glistening lips wide to slip them up and enclose it warmly and wetly in her already hungrily sucking mouth.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH ... OH, KATTTTTEEEEE," Eric screamed into her wide-open p.u.s.s.y, his mouth blowing his words into her open c.u.n.t in hot, incredibly sensual, blasts. The feel of her warm, saliva filled mouth around the head of his almost bursting c.o.c.k, sent the boy crazy with l.u.s.t. The fire of need was in him and spreading so fast he was going to c.u.m before he could ever get to f.u.c.k her at all!

Kate's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the fantastic thickness and length of the rigidly throbbing hardness as she frantically began using her tongue around the hotly swollen tip and sensitive underside.

Her cheeks hollowed and she began a fierce sucking, alternating the sucking with gentle nibbles and swipes of her tongue. She felt his fevered return to her v.a.g.i.n.a and his vigorously worming tongue driving in so deeply. Her hands reached up and found his b.u.t.tocks, hard and muscle-fretted to iron slabs of strength and, pulling urgently, she forced the boy's powerfully pulsating staff deeper into her willing throat. She could feel the soft curling blonde pubic hair tickling against her nose as she struggled to get the whole of his warmly throbbing c.o.c.k into her c.u.m-hungering throat! She wanted ... she wanted to taste all of him, and love him, and give him his first beautiful experience. She wanted to burn herself into his memory so that all consequent experiences with women would be tinged with her presence! He would always remember her. She was giving him a fiery birth--a new life--his first.

Eric soon realized that a rhythm had developed, his tongue shooting into the sweetly heated depths of his boss's wife's hotly quivering p.u.s.s.y, while her wet worshipful mouth sucked and tried to swallow his painfully beating p.r.i.c.k! Christ! If this kept up he was going to shoot off before they really got started! He could feel the drawing in of his b.a.l.l.s, the swollen pressure almost bursting them already! How could he possibly hold back? ... how, when her soft lips and warm, wet mouth were sucking and loving him beyond his wildest dreams.

Scouring the whole of her c.u.n.t like a gluttonous bee searching for honey, the boy could feel her jerk and moan around his stiff p.r.i.c.k; so stuffed into her mouth that even her moans were m.u.f.fled to oblivion!

Her beautiful soft throat was stabbed with his pulsating fullness and it was going to drain him! Oh G.o.d! Was he supposed to let go right in her mouth? He didn't know. She'd drown if he did! But the thought of shooting his steaming load of pent-up c.u.m into the back of her throat and down into her beautifully smooth belly was driving him insane. Oh G.o.d, he wanted to ... He had to ...

Kate's hotly watering mouth began working even more vigorously on the young boy's c.o.c.k as she sensed he was close to o.r.g.a.s.m. She tightened her lips around it and then began bobbing her head, stretching her mouth up and down its long pulsating length; her tongue flicked provocatively along the corded ridge on the underside and then swirled experimentally around the huge seeping head.

" ... G.o.dddddd ... Honeeyyyyyyy!" Eric groaned, his head coming up for a moment from the violently quivering depths of her succulent tasting p.u.s.s.y. The exquisite feel of Kate's tongue on his rampaging c.o.c.k drove him right up the wall! He had to let her know; he couldn't c.u.m in her mouth! The boy arched his back and attempted to pull his p.r.i.c.k from her wetly laboring mouth. "I'm close to c.u.mming," he said.

There was no answer from Kate; she loved the feel and the taste of young Eric's warm fleshy rod in her throat. She simply reached up and using the softness of his sperm-loaded t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es as a handle, pulled the p.r.i.c.k even deeper into her mouth. Her saliva flowed freely, mixing with his pre-c.u.m seminal secretions, and she lapped hotly, voraciously at the male pungency as she made a strong, rounded vacuum with her lips. She sucked harder than before, and almost at once she felt Eric arch and cry out in wonder.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH ... I'M c.u.mMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGG ...

AAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!".

Eric felt the dam give and the whole pressurized boiling cauldron of his b.a.l.l.s began shooting down the wildly throbbing length of his p.e.n.i.s sunk so deeply in Mistress of the house's desperately sucking mouth.

The heavy, animal-like sounds coming out his throat were an unintelligible tribute to his first o.r.g.a.s.m and this woman's soft, beautiful mouth! It was his first shared o.r.g.a.s.m of any kind! ... and the singular jacking off seemed a pale subst.i.tute for the real thing!

The great nozzle of his spewing c.o.c.k went on and on and the rapturous ecstasy spurted hotly ... Deeply ... into the ovally rounded circle of her tightly locked lips.