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was home! Safe and sound! Home with her and almost for good!

"It'll take another week or so, baby, processing and all that," he'd said, holding her on his lap in his favorite chair while Saul stood by with a great smile lighting his handsome, young face, his breath-taking German shepherd mimicking him with open jaws and beautifully erect ears. "No longer than that, and it'll only be a matter of minutes if I can catch a flight to cover that hundred miles down here to La Berdina before we're together for good!"

"Oh darlinggg," she'd moaned, kissing him passionately on the lips.

"It is super to be home again, right, Captain Mark?" Saul's enthusiastic voice and winning smile had interrupted in almost perfect English. "I don't blame you, Joe! She, your Mrs. Captain, is very beautiful!"

"She's Mrs. Kysa, Saul, and I expect you to look after her until I get back," Mark had said. "Can you and Sergeant handle the job?"

"Yes sir! You know we can, Captain Mark! You bet! Right on, eh?" the boy had exuberated.

"Right on, Saul!"

There had been more before Mark had to leave, and the greater share of it pertaining to young Saul Tsen Dang and his German shepherd, Sergeant. Whether the authorities would allow them to stay in the U.S. was certainly questionable and as well, doubtful. But while he was there, Mark wanted Saul to know what the American democratic way was like! Could she find it in herself to put up with him until something was done?

"Put up with him? My God, darling, I love him already! Both of them!" she had exclaimed, kissing her husband first, then the teenaged live-wire she was presently looking at through the window, as well as Sergeant's massive head.

Kysa backed away from her vantage point, glancing toward the west to see the heavier night shadows creeping onto them. She wouldn't call him. He had been told to come in when it was dark. He still had minutes, but above all, she wanted to know if he would mind her. After all, it was impossible to think of him as a normal boy, at least, as she'd been taught the meaning of the word.

Turning away, the shapely blonde girl in her skin-tight, white shorts and pullover jersey began to take the dishes from the dishwasher and put them in their proper place. A tiny smile of excitement played around her sensuous young lips. It was almost beyond belief that Mark was back and that in a few more days he would be with her for ever and ever! Then, again she thought of Saul. Would she feel the same about him if it were not for Mark? Yes, yes, she would! He was a beautiful boy! My God, in just three days she'd come to have such a strong, warm affection for him! They would adopt him! The authorities had to understand, and although she knew nothing about such things, she felt certain they would agree. Why wouldn't they? Wasn't that better than sending him back to the horror of war? God, no one could be that inhuman! Mark would find a way, especially once he knew how she really felt!

He was so wonderful, her Mark! God, what a perfect marriage they'd had from the very beginning, finding each other sexually that first time, a rarity, she knew, but they had! And the last magnificent night before he'd left her, she'd taken him in her mouth!

Remembering, Kysa had thought both of them were going to lose their senses! It hadn't been a new thing in her mind, only in the doing, and she had, gulping and swallowing the seething, delicious nectar of his excitedly boiling cum right down into her belly! She'd lived a year on that memory, with the occasional help of her fingers, and at that very moment she could think of little else! Days, hours, that was all, and she would do it again!

"We have come in, Mrs. Kysa!" Saul interrupted her sensual reverie, barging through the rear door with Sergeant before him. "The sky is darkened, besides, Kent doesn't believe many things I say. Oh, come off that shit, he says, and I don't know what to think!"

The crude four-letter word struck Kysa with a bit of an impact, but not enough for her to make an issue of it. She reminded herself that she had to remember all of the unbelievable ingredients that went to make up this boy, this entire picture, plus her own accepted responsibilities to him. Besides, it wasn't as if she'd been raised in a household where such terms weren't tossed about. Though her mother had been religious and her father, somewhat, her dad had always shown a tendency toward ribaldry in his remarks, and many of them dealing with sexual aspects. Both of her brothers had been wild, while her younger sister wrote her letters that Playboy wouldn't print.

"I-I wouldn't let anything that Kent says bother you, Saul, if I were you," she casually replied. "These American boys are different and can be pretty harsh sometimes, dear."

"But he is Swedish he says. Did he lie?"

"No. His parents are Swedish. He is an American, Saul, born in this country," Kysa explained, wiping her hands. "Just as your sons will be American, darling, when they are born here."

"Do you think that will really happen, Mrs. Kysa? Will they let me stay?" he questioned excitedly.

"Well, Captain Mark is working on it, Saul. I don't know. Let's hope so, eh? We both want you to remain here."

"You really mean that, Mrs. Kysa?" he almost gasped out, his young mouth and dark eyes agape.

"Of course I mean it, darling,

He bounced forward then and kissed her on the cheek while Sergeant barked in a throaty tone she'd not heard before from him. Saul said: "You make me so very happy, Mrs. Ma'am! I want to dance, but instead I'll go take my shower! Thank you! Thank you!"

His exuberance, his open heart-felt joy, had softened Kysa like a wet sponge. Even her breathing was uneven as she walked to her bedroom. Oh, Mark had to do something! The authorities must be made to understand the necessity of keeping this boy here! His whole future depended on it, and after all, wasn't that the basis of the United States of America?

She began to undress, thinking these things, the pleasant mood her thoughts had woven for her responsible for the little shivers of happy excitement which continued to flutter through her. In the privacy of her shower, those same tiny thrills persisted, and magnifying considerably whenever she let her mind dwell on Mark and what their first night in bed together again was going to be like!

God, she was acting like a wanton little hussy, and reveling in the knowing of it, the sensually incited young woman shamelessly realized as she smiled to herself. And why not? There was certainly nothing wrong in a wife's having erotic desire for her own husband, she happily thought, toweling dry and slipping on her short, green chiffon nightie with its almost see-through overwrap. She would read awhile and hopefully unwind some, but sleep wasn't going to come easily for her tonight, though she was determined not to do it, and tonight he had even left his door open with the light still burning.

Peering around the frame of the opening, the young wife wearing her usual smile, poised her knuckles to tap against the casing, but never did! Instead, her smile seemed to crystallize into a waxen-like expression of stunned amazement, her large eyes widening accordingly as she stared at the unbelievable scene taking place on the bed before her! At first in those rushing flash of seconds, she couldn't quite comprehend that it was actually happening, it was too lewdly bizarre! With the door wide open, and lying there totally naked! But it was! He, Saul was playing with himself, his legs stretched out and locked at the ankles, his nudely exposed young loins straining fervidly upward off the bed to the rhythmic massaging of his hand!

Kysa might have jumped back out of respect for another's privacy had she not been taken so completely unaware by the lewdly shocking spectacle, but as it was there were still a few seconds before Sergeant, lying at the foot of the bed watching his young master's eagerly strenuous actions, saw her and barked his greeting. During that lapse of brief moments before she was recognized, Kysa couldn't help but fasten her widely disbelieving eyes on the focal point of the thick hardened nine-inch penis which he was clasping tightly in a rapidly working fist! She gaped at its bulbous young head being moistly exposed with every vigorous down-stroke, and the size of his excitement bloated testicles resting against his tightly joined thighs, the racy impression that his genitals were the most developed part of his slim young body registering incredibly in her mind.

Though repelled, as well as feeling a wave of shocked anger sweeping rapidly through her, the already sensually keyed-up Kysa couldn't deny the tiny little tingling sensations the sight of his sizably swollen young penis was adding to her own shameful arousal. Her breathing had reflexively quickened with the surge of blood suddenly pounding through her veins and she couldn't restrain the audible gasp which escaped her, announcing her presence to Sergeant.

Abruptly, at the animal's bark, Saul sat upright, his preoccupied face lighting with its usual lavish smile at the sight of her! And to Kysa's stupefied awe, he continued to grasp hold of his lengthy penile hardness and lewdly continue stroking it while he shamelessly grinned at her!

"You have come to say good-night to me, Mrs. Kysa?" he questioned, flashing his white teeth and dark eyes. "So, you see, you have caught me making myself crazy-happy! But I just had to, I am so filled with joy from what you and Captain Mark are doing for me! My cock, it got as hard as a stone, you see? It always does when I am very, very excited about something, and then I have to do this until it shoots out its juice and makes me feel like I am popping open from head to toe!"

The abashed young wife could do absolutely nothing but stand there and stare at the obscenely incredulous sight. Her knees suddenly felt as if they were filled with water! She read the innocence on his handsome, youthful face and immediately wondered if he were some sort of mentally deficient idiot! Yet, at the same time she knew that was impossible, Mark would never have brought a degenerate moron into their home! His casual use of the four-letter word cock, his frank description of the orgasm he was straining toward, plus the inconceivable fact that he had never wholly stopped and was still rhythmically caressing his thickly hardened young cock, was enough to make her wonder if she wasn't losing her own mind!

Later, Kysa concluded that it was probably the intensive flush of blood pounding feverishly through her already wrought-up body which jolted her to her senses when somehow, she heard herself chokingly command: "Stop it! Do you hear me, Saul? Stop that, that horrible thing you're doing to yourself this very instant!"

He did, almost, but not letting entirely free of his husky young, lust-incited hardness, the angered sharp tone of her voice causing his smile to crumble in a hurt confusion. He had only to look up at her usually gentle, beautiful face to know that she was enraged, but for the life of him, Saul couldn't imagine why. He had remembered to close the refrigerator door when he got his glass of milk, had turned off the shower faucets tightly and washed the ring from the bathtub! What else was there that he could have done wrong?

"J-Just what do you think you're doing to yourself young man?" Kysa managed, realizing that she had to say something, that she just couldn't simply stand there gaping down at his exposed young loins. The lewd sight of which was in spite of her shock, beginning to have an uncontrollably lustful effect on her. She had moved into the room and toward the bed where he sat upright, still utterly amazed at his expression of innocence, now, hurt innocence, clouding his good-looking, teenaged face. Either she had to be going insane, or he was really convinced that what she'd caught him doing was perfectly normal!

"B-But I told you, Mrs. Kysa!" he explained, a little quiver in his voice. "I was making myself crazy-happy like I always do when it gets hard."

"L-Like you always do?" Kysa interrupted, repeating his outrageous confession more for her own benefit than his, her mental capacities finally acknowledging the fact that he was openly confiding the truth to her! She sensed her breasts rising and falling unhamperedly beneath the sheer material of her nightie and thin diaphanous robe as she sat down beside his young, naked body on the bed. "H-How often is that, Saul, that you do it to yourself, I mean?"

"Oh, no more than once a day, Mrs. Kysa!" he quickly answered, a glimmer of his warm smile returning. "Although sometimes I have done it twice, and once with the three girls I was able to make it squirt nine times! The three of them were very proud of me and that night I had extra meal rations."

"Oh my God!" Kysa gasped, her mouth slackening, even as she nervously moistened her lips with her tongue tip. There was a horrifying aspect to his obscene confession, and she felt a sense of repugnance at her own self for the tiny sensations of lustful excitement his admission had sent rippling through her. At the same time, the young twenty-three year old woman realized that he obviously was not to blame, at least not entirely. "W-Who were these three girls you mentioned, Saul? Tell Kysa all about them, everything!"

"Yes! Of course, if you really would like to know, Mrs. Kysa." he started, then stopped as she reached out with her small white hand to touch him.

Kysa swallowed tightly. It was impossible for her to fix her mind on anything as long as he continued to even gently stroke his still rigidly hardened young penile flesh the way he was and she reached over to still his slowly massaging fist. She might have touched a shorted electric outlet! The fired wetness of his blood-filled cockhead brushed against the soft palm of her hand, sending a mild current of sensual voltage racing maddeningly through her loins and belly.

Kysa caught at her hitching breath, jerking her hand away as if his young, hardened cock were a white-hot firebrand searing into it. Saul's dark eyes widened in a pleased expression, his teeth gleaming through stretched lips. He said: "You are excited too, eh Mrs. Kysa? I am glad! Now I know you are not and will not be really angry with me! Sometimes, the girls, they became angry for one reason or another, usually when business was not good, but if I offered to let them suck on me they grew very friendly and everything would be all right again! Maybe you would feel better if you sucked it, Mrs. Kysa?"

"Saul! My dear God! Do you realize what you're saying?" the still mentally staggered young guardian spat at him, grasping the muscled sinews of

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his lean, naked arm with her long sharp nails.

He winced, his short-lived smile again shattering, the confusion inside him mirrored in his eyes. What was it that was eating out the ass of Captain Mark's beautiful wife? Fuck, he didn't know, could not understand, and that was for almighty goddamned sure! Maybe, as Captain Mark liked to say, she had a cunt hair crossways up in her pussy! He knew he had not done one thing wrong, not the refrigerator door, nor the bathtub ring, nor,

"Oh God, listen to me, Saul!" Kysa breathed heavily, desperately trying to get hold of herself, surely aware that this went deeper than anything she could ever imagine. There was no vulgar lust or evil degeneracy in those innocent teenaged eyes, only hurt confusion at the moment, and she had to know what under heaven's name, made this boy tick in his strange world of guiltless lewdness! "Please, just sit there and answer my questions. Who-Who were the three girls you spoke of?"

"Kim, Chen, and Lea?" he quickly answered. "Why, they were whores, Mrs. Kysa, and I pimped for them. Kim was my twin sister, but too young really. At fourteen she is very skinny, and even I did not like to fuck her. She had no tits to play with, and guys always like big tits to hold onto while they fuck. We used to pull on them sometimes to make them bigger when there was nothing much to do, but I do not think it helped at all. Even so, the older Joes asked for her because she could suck the cum out of them better than Chen or Lea, but I preferred to fuck her in the ass."

Kysa stared at him as he spoke with an inoffensiveness she couldn't begin to believe. His unconcerned use of four-letter words, his absolutely debauched story handed to her in a half-dozen sentences which included blatant sex, incest, and sodomy of the most abominable nature, was almost more than she could comprehend! On top of that, his tightly curled hand had never stopped fondling and caressing his long, thick teenaged cock, the sight of his openly lewd manipulations making her wonder if all the Western splendors she had visualized for him could even hardly concerned with the democratic way Mark had spoken of, or the least of so-called Western culture! He'd brought his own with him, war-steeped perhaps, but surely inbred, and intoxicatingly so for her, no matter what ever happened from this moment forward!

She gaped down at his swollen, teenaged cock, her green eyes slightly glazed now and fixed on the blood-engorged head in its moistly pulsing state, and the length of its thick-veined hardness below the heel of his clasping hand! God, it was almost the size of Mark's as she remembered it! Maybe not as thick, but as long, or at least, nearly! And his young balls, they had bloated more beneath the never-ceasing working of his hand, filling with his virile teenaged cum, waiting to explode out their dynamic young load of seething cum, but into what?

"You-You keep stroking yourself, Saul! What will you do when it cums! Where does it go?"

"Oh, I have a handkerchief, see? It doesn't squirt up in the air and all over that way," he quickly answered, producing the cloth. "Do you want to watch, Mrs. Kysa? The girls used to, sometimes. And often they would sit back with their mouths open trying to catch it and swallow it!"

"What?" Kysa gasped, hearing every word he'd said perfectly, but the salacious meaning of them reverberating inside her like a tremendous bell that was being rung again and again! She could picture three naked girls sitting close to his lustfully hardened boy-cock with readied mouths, trying to gulp at his squirting cum like fish gulping at butterflies! And then he did for her the totally mesmerizing thing; he lay on the bed, his upthrusting, youthful length of penile hardness thickly caught in his drubbing hand! Kysa heard the tiny whimper escape her as she feasted hungering eyes on his feverishly inciting young loins. While he slowly worked the thin outer skin of it up and down, revealing again and again the moistly turgid head, she watched entranced, the bloated sac of his young, inflated balls dancing and swaying obscenely down between his clasped thighs! She wasn't drunk, at least not on liquor, yet her brain was whirling as if it were thoroughly drenched! Never had she known more wanton desires as were raging inside her at that moment, not even with Mark, she wildly realized, feeding her impassioned eyes on the sight of his youthful, cum-filled young balls pulsating heavily beneath the pumping heat of his stroking hand! Kysa's decisive movements and actions in crawling up onto the bed and rolling toward him, her face level with his stiffened cock-in-hand, were intentional motions which the inflamed young wife blanked from her mind! She caught at his slender wrist and brushed his hand away, watching his rigid naked penis in its teenaged hardness snap downward, hugging at his lean belly. Then, she reached and took it inside her own warmly curling fingers, its throbbing length of solid, thick flesh within her hand at last, unleashing mindless forces of seething lust inside her that she had never before realized were a part of her!

She inched forward, laying her cheek on his smooth, hairless thigh and licked out with tiny, feverish tongue at the side of his whitely swollen young rod, licking as high up its hardness as she could without lifting her head!

"Unnnggghhhh!" Saul grunted, lying back and stretching out almost languorously. "That is super, Mrs. Kysa! You are so beautiful it makes it much, much better! Every man, Captain Mark says, wants a beautiful girl sucking his cock! Will, will you suck mine for me, all the way until I cum in your mouth?"

Kysa had reached such a state of wild, uncontrollable excitement that she hardly cared or knew what she was doing! The only thing that mattered now was to suck this handsome, teenaged penis before her in all of its hot, blood-filled hardness. The burning name of her husband had registered in her thoughts, but not as emphatically as Saul's plea for her to do it to him!

Will you suck mine for me, all the way until I cum in your mouth?

Even as she climbed up over him, kneeling on all fours between his nakedly spread young legs, Kysa knew in the back of her lust-inflamed mind that there was something of Mark which had become a mystery while he had been away, but it hardly mattered at that moment! Nothing mattered, only the sensually erotic delight she was about to mindlessly bury herself in, their young teenaged ward's feverishly hardened cock! The wave of glowing desire swirling erotically up through Kysa's excited young body was not something spontaneous, she knew, nor was the young boy totally responsible for being the factor releasing it. The simmering lust which was driving her mindlessly on was as inbred in her female make-up as the naked youth's innocent lewdness beneath her, only the intensity of the lecherous flames licking over her flesh was a strange new delight she had never before experienced.

God, she was so, so hot! She could feel the heated wetness which had seeped from between her vibrantly flushed pussylips trickling downward in warm little rivulets to moisten the smoothly tingling flesh of her inner thighs as she clutched them tightly together. The natural muscular action caused pressured sensations of erogenous pleasure to ripple through her impassionedly fired loins and belly,

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She kneeled up over him between his slender legs he had spread wide for her, his naked, scantily haired loins directly beneath her lust-incited face. She held the man-sized length of his thickly hardened cock inside the curled enclosure of fingers and small palm, her other hand moving almost tremblingly down to gently cup and weigh his cum-swollen young balls between his legs. The vibrant heat his teenaged genitals sent wildly prickling through her raised a tiny guttural mewl of blind sensuality from deep in her throat. She began to work its tightly clinging foreskin up and down, her sultrily glazing eyes feeding on the tempting deliciousness of its damp, satin-smooth head, the feel of its hot, hardened ridges like sensuous vertebra in her hand. Then her lustful manipulations caused a tiny clear bubble of precum to bead at the little slit of its fiery, mushroomed tip and her eyes staring hungrily, she eagerly groaned out her approval!

Watching from his comfortably reclined position, his head raised by the pillow, Saul was beginning to wonder if the beautiful Mrs. Kysa was ever, ever going to get to the actual sucking of his cock. She was a little shy, perhaps, had not done it much and didn't know exactly how to go about it. Though it seemed odd to him that any girl would need instructions on such a natural thing, remembering how his sister, Kim, had immediately mouthed it and swirled her tongue around it the first time he had ever let her touch it. And knowing Captain Mark, it seemed ridiculous to believe he had never fucked his lovely wife in the mouth!

Almighty goddamn! If only it did not ache so much, his super-hardened cock! It was her soft little hand holding and working the outer skin up and down, while her other warmly cupped his puffed-up, burning balls! And the way she was staring down at it so hungry like, as if maybe she was going to bite off its swollen cockhead!

With that, Kysa suddenly lowered her desire-slackened face to his up-thrusting, hardened penile-shaft, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his young balls. Saul grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick at the drop of seminal fluid oozing from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head!

"Oh darling, so good, good!" the entranced, blonde young wife lustfully whispered, beginning to lick it all over with hot, wetly sweeping tongue strokes.

"Uuunngghhh," Saul grunted in response, his narrow hips lurching reflexively upward at the very second her hot, wet tongue made contact, then began to wiggle into the tiny, slightly cumming slit of his piss hole! Almighty goddamn! She knew how all right, all right! And she was so gorgeous pretty, playing with his hurtfully thumping cock with her tongue tip! Christ, he wished she were stripped naked so he could see how her big beautiful tits stuck out round and firm, and if she had blonde pussy curls all around her cunt! "Unnnnhhhhh!" he groaned again, louder this time, a series of wild chills charging up his spine as he watched her lower her softly pursed lips down onto it, then enclose the wetly glistening head in a warm Up-locking pressure that was unlike anything he had ever known!

Many times the Vietnamese teenager had been sucked and used in sexual orgies by many different girls and women, but never had he felt such warm sensations of excited passion as he did at that moment with Captain Mark's beautiful young wife, and he whimpered out in a small, emotionally breaking voice. Compulsively, he thrust his trembling young loins upward, shoving his blood- engorged hardness deeper up into the warm wet cavern beyond his new mother's ovally clasping lips!

Actually confused by the unfamiliar love-emotions surging through him, Saul watched the lipstick glossed rim of her saliva moistened tips tighten elastically around his inflamed cock, then slip downward onto its sensitive thickness until her nose was brushing tightly into his sparse young pubic hairs, nearly the entire jerking length of it sucked right up into the liquid heat of her honey-filled mouth!

He gaped through flashing dark eyes, amazed now that it was really happening, his youthful breaths coming in ragged, panting gasps. Here he had only been in this new great country but a few days and already his cock was being sucked, and Captain Mark had said it would not be the same in America! Maybe, he had been away so long he had forgotten! But would he forget about his own beauteous Mrs. Kysa? Saul watched in excited fascination as she sucked her lips up off its tip, then began to lick at it hungrily with her wetly moistened tongue, brushing and washing it all over up from his belly to the bottom of its head glistening and sticking out like a ripened plum from its pulled-back foreskin. This was not tike the hustling bitches in Saigon! She was doing it not for money, but to please him and to make her own self happy! He could see that in the lustful expression greedily masking her lovely face, the realization of such knowledge making him feel more joyous and wanted! Oh, he would love her very much and let her suck his cock whenever she wanted to! Shit, she was licking it all over, bathing and loving it with every tantalizing sweep of her hot, wet little tongue! Then, she was going back down the aching length to its thick base once more, and, and even below to his prickling balls! Almighty goddamn! No one had ever done that to him!

Kysa's smoldering belly and loins were a burning inferno of intoxicating passion. Frenzied thrills from the very forbiddeness of her act were madly racing through her. The delicious, sweet taste of his fire-filled young genitals was nearly driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her obscene licking and sucking of them! God, he was so young, handsome and willing, and right then, so completely exposed to her slightest lustful whim! He had to cum for her! She must know the taste of his hot, fresh youthful cum squirting into her mouth! Would it be like she remembered her husband, Mark's, gush after gush of the warmly seething cream flooding into her throat and on down into her feverishly wanting belly? Oh God, she had to know!

Saliva dribbled down her tongue as she licked the softly yielding, flesh of his cum-swollen young balls with warm, wetly painting tongue-strokes. The urge to slide her hands beneath his thighs and lift them upward to get greater access between his legs was more than she wanted to deny. He sensed her desire and helped, drawing Ns knees all the way back against his chest, until she was eagerly gaping at his nakedly revealed little ass! She trailed her wetly exploring tongue excitedly down along the raised pink ridge between his widespread buttock cheeks as though drawn by a magnet. Her brain swimming lustfully, Kysa circled the tip of it around the tiny puckered hole, laving his smooth inner asscheeks with the warmly flowing moisture from her mouth. At last, with a surge of blinding passion, she stiffened her tongue like a tiny baby penis and tried to penetrate the hotly clenched lips of his young ass!

"Ooohhh! Mother, mother!" Saul lewdly choked out, his teenaged hips and buttocks uncontrollably squirming around on tile extended tongue-tip probing relentlessly at his sensitive little ass. Christ, no, never had he known anything to equal what beautiful Mrs. Kysa was doing to him! He raised his head to better see down through his widely spread legs to where her pretty face with its golden halo of long blonde hair was nuzzled tightly up between his completely open buttock cheeks! Then, as she slowly raised her head, again licking upward toward his painfully churning balls, he saw that she had reached back between her own spread thighs beneath her nightie and guessed that she was finger-fucking her own cunt!

Kysa wished that she had stripped naked so that her desire- swollen breasts could hang free to sway down against his thighs while she sucked him, but she didn't want to stop now to do it. Her pussy was so hot and wet! She had to caress it, and had spread her dampened thighs, reaching back up between them to moistly draw a finger through the wet, sensitive flesh separating her passion-flushed cunt lips! Ooohhh Goddd! It felt so heavenly, she groaned, trembling as she directed her fingertip to gently stroke the erectly quivering bud of her tiny flaming clit, flashing sensations of intensified pleasure rippling through her lust-infused body.

Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his cum-bloated, young balls and up along the solid lance of long, thick flesh to its throbbing head, slipping her roundly ovaled lips wetly down over it once more. Oh God, it was even more wildly intoxicating than she remembered with her husband, Mark, this exotic feeling of his swollen teenaged cock totally filling her greedily sucking mouth! Yes, they would do it again and again when Mark was away, oh, so many, many beautiful times!

Saul sucked in his breath with the burning sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing frantically through him. He could suddenly think of nothing except the delightfully erotic act his new mother was performing on him. Shivers rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his young throat. She brought her liquid, soft lips down all the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock once more in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled fullness clasping tightly just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, fluid shelter of her mouth.

"Almighty goddamn!" he choked, rifting his head higher to stare down at her snugly clasping lips. He vaguely wondered if Captain Mark might kill him if he knew! Somehow, he didn't think it would be the same as his sister Kim sucking the Captain, though he, her own twin brother, never minded. But American Joes were different, though he could not think about that now! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the lewd sensations he was experiencing a hundred times! Oh shit! He had better not ever let Captain Mark know! She sucked him too well, and he would surely want her to do it again! She was probably the best in the whole world, and the prettiest! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, cum weighted resilience of his aching balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his rigid cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down.

Saul could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling crazily around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her slowly bobbing head below, his cock hurtfully throbbing to the depths of his groin. Hot goddamn! She was going to draw his whole insides right out through the tiny hole in his cockhead!

Saul knew that she sensed his frenzied reactions by the way she began to suck with mounting intensity, the tips of her even white teeth scraping gently into the resisting hardness of his screaming cock. He could see their little white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin! Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins up tighter to her bizarrely slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with mounting fervor around his expanding cockhead and Saul realized that he was quickly heading toward that unraveling point of crazy-happy joy as she suddenly took nearly all of it up into her hungrily working throat! Goddamn, he had always been amazed when they did not choke on it, but none ever seemed to, nor was Mrs. Kysa as she groaned out and sucked on and on!

Blinding waves of rising heat were wildly building in the intricate depth of his cum-churning balls. Excitedly, he watched her white goddess-face toiling with a hungry, omniverous passion above his furiously fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from beneath her long blonde hair and down her cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum bubbling below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper up into the heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips clinging tightly to his pulsating hardness. No, sweet fuck! It had never been like this before for him! Never, never! And, and oh shit, it was time to go all crazy-happy!

A boyish groan gutturally arose from somewhere in his chest as he felt the scalding, white cum starting its furious charge from deep down in the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting out in hot fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his spewing cock, her Adam's apple visually reacting in her avid swallowing of the warm, flooding gushes. Hungrily, she continued to suck his white, hot jism into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth while his hands reached down to clutch at the sides of her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum- splitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper up into the depths of her greedily milking throat!

Once, Kysa choked and coughed but quickly regained control, moaning around his squirting hardness fucking into her mouth and throat, while her own mind-shattering climax overwhelmed her as she plunged her rhythmically skewering fingers deeper up between her thighs into the wet, wildly exploding flesh of her cunt! Desperately, she flicked and stroked her tiny, palpitating clit, still sucking and nibbling hungrily on his deflating young cock long after it grew limp and useless in her wet, cum-coated mouth!

Sleep was a total impossibility for Kysa though she had gone shamefully to her room, plunged it into darkness and crawled onto the bed to avoid looking at her own conscience-stricken face. That she had not only let it happen, but had even encouraged it was now so incredible to her as to be like the living unreality of a nightmare one finally awakens to bathed in cold perspiration, except that this was no bad dream, it was the horrifying truth!

She couldn't cry. It might have helped, but venting tears had never been a part of her character. Though how in God's name she could ever face her husband again after the obscene lechery of her act with the young boy was at that moment beyond all reasoning. Her brain felt like the main-spring of a watch that had been wound too tight and unable to perform.

How long she lay there in an almost numbed state of bitter remorse before getting up again, slipping on her robe and quietly going into the kitchen, the guilt-filled, young wife had no idea. Her slender hands trembled as she poured Bacardi into a glass, filled it with ice and added Cola, the only alcoholic drink she had ever been able to stomach, and certainly she had to have something before that main-spring helplessly snapped! She carried her glass into the living room to sit in the darkness near the front window, unable even in her wretchedness to deny the tiny sensations of lust still lingering inside her from her lewd sucking of Saul's young virile hardness!

The handsome teenager had shockingly amazed her in every respect, Kysa thought as she sipped rapidly at her Cuba Libre. His genuinely innocent immoralness, lying there openly stroking himself, and the obscene things he had told her, God, it had all been too much for her in the smoldering, sensually fired existence she'd been struggling through, waiting forever it seemed, waiting for Mark, And what was there about her pilot husband which had suddenly given her an uneasy feeling, as if there were some shady mystery connected with him?

Kysa emptied her glass and quietly went to the kitchen for another. Saul would know, she felt certain, if he would tell her. She returned to her chair in the darkened shadows of the living room, deciding that she would question him as soon as possible, tomorrow morning, perhaps, if she could face him.

He'd actually been sleeping when she had finally raised her head from his cum-drained young loins, a trace of his inevitable smile fixed on the handsome lips of his contented, teenaged face. She hardly remembered how long she'd lain there with the spent flaccidness of his long, softened penis still between her gently nibbling lips, futilely struggling against the wave of anguish she knew was going to overwhelm her, and it had. But now, with the soothing warmth of the Bacardi working into her blood-stream, she was beginning to unwind a bit and her pangs of guilt lessening.

By the time Kysa had finished her second drink she'd concluded that she could live with her sordid skeleton, but that she must have Saul's sworn promise never to reveal their secret, and to never do anything like that in front of her again! In fact, she would insist that he vow to stop his lewd playing with himself altogether! And then, she smiled to herself in the darkness. Of course, it would be impossible to hold him to that, being that he was a very lusty young man, but he surely could be more discreet about it just as she would have to be if he were to remain with them!

A little tremor of excitement rippled through Kysa's soft, susceptive body at the latter thought, and she arose intending to go to the kitchen for one last drink. They'd tasted so good besides lifting her spirits, but she was no drinker and two were plenty she decided. Anyway, she knew she could sleep now.

Naked to the waist with his skin a rich tanned color, the broad-shouldered, thick-chested blond teenager straightened up from his yard work to look at Saul sitting on the rim of his wheel- barrow. He licked at his red, wormish lips with thick tongue, his small blue eyes narrowed in a doubting expression;

"You sure've got an awful lot of shit, Saul, for one little guy," he partially sneered. "How the hell old did you say you were?"

"Fourteen, almost fifteen!" the slender Vietnamese replied, surprised at his new friend's put down.

Kent Jensen's sneer became a one-sided grin. "Well, I'm sixteen and almost seventeen, buddy, and if I'd laid just half the dolls you say you have I'd figure myself a real cock-hound."

"Cock-hound? What is that, some sort of animal?" Saul innocently questioned.

"Yeah, human animal!" Kent said, sniggeringly wondering if the scrawny fink actually thought he believed all the crap he'd been trying to hand out about fucking, pimping, and getting sucked-off everytime he turned around. "The way I see it, you Vietnamese must run around with your stiff cocks in your hands all the time so you don't wear out the flies of your pants!"

Saul thought about that, finally deciding his big friend was making a joke. Kent was laughing, so he laughed with him. Then, he said: "No, it is not quite like that, Kent, but I do not lie to you. In Saigon things are very different than her in La Berdina. There is always a girl ready to fuck or suck you, but usually for a price. It is the way she gets money to eat, or help take care of her family. There are always many Joes who pay well and because I use to bring them to my girls, Kim, Chen, and Lea, were very generous with me, especially when business was slow and they were high on yum-yum."

"High on what?" the big boy interrupted.

"Yum-yum. It is a drug, an aphrodisiac the girls take to make them very hot so they will do a bang-up good fuck job on Joe and make sure he comes back!" Saul explained.

"Never heard of it," Kent said, his doubting expression returning. "Sounds to me like more of your shit, Saul."

"Is not shit!" Saul snapped, feeling anger for the first time with his new friend. "Is almighty goddamned truth! Yum-yum is an ancient drug used in my country for centuries! Really, its name is Dhattura! The girls put it in their tea and fuck all night without ever stopping they are so hot! The Joes who have been there all know! You ask any Joe!"

"Huh! I don't know any Joes," Kent said, bending back down to his work and still not convinced that he should believe the skinny little bastard. "Anyway, you better keep that cock of yours in your pants around her, buddy, or somebody might blow your lousy head off."

"Who would do something like that, blow my head off?" Saul questioned, amazed that anyone should get that angry over such a natural thing.

"Ha, just about any chick's old man who might catch you slipping it to his daughter, is all," Kent sneered, wondering if the goddamned dope was as stupid as he pretended. "You want to let laid, fellow, you better high tail it back to Vietnam and your yum-yum broads, 'cause you can bet no American dolly's going to fuck or suck you!"

To Saul, there was suddenly no question but what the big teenager had meaningfully insulted him. His emphasis on the word you had separated Saul from all others, and he knew it was because of his Asian blood. He was hurt, but more enraged than anything. Now, he wished he had brought Sergeant outside with him instead of leaving him so Mrs. Kysa could feed him. He would order the big animal to take a fat chunk right out of this grinning sonofabitch's almighty goddamned ass!

"So, maybe you're wrong like hell, Mr. Kent!" Saul spat at him, getting to his feet. "Because Saul's already been sucked until his balls almost burst like a fucking mortar shell, and by an American dolly, too!"

"Here we go, more shit!" Kent sneered, then chuckled as he wagged his big blond head.

"Let's see you explain your way out of this one, yum-yum boy? Just where the hell you been to meet any American girls, eh?"

"Right here! Where in the almighty goddamned hell do you think?" Saul swore, too angry to say more as he started toward the front gate to the street.

"Hey, wait a minute, Saul! Where are you going?" the husky teenager called after him, his lustful interest really fired this time by the other's insistently honest tone. "Come on back and tell me about it! I believe you, no crap."

"No crap is right!" Saul snapped, for the first time feeling he had the upper-hand with this big oaf he no longer was sure was his friend. He would have to walk to the park and think about that, for friends were very important to him, such as Captain Mark and Mrs. Kysa. In Saigon, one always was skeptical of so-called comrades. Too many times they would turn out to be just that, the enemy, but he had thought all American were buddies. Now, he didn't know what to

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Kysa had slept, but not restfully. She had dreamed insensible, sordid things which she barely remembered upon awakening to a brilliant sunshine. Evidently, she'd cried in her sleep, too, for her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed when she'd opened them. The soothing effect her midnight drinks had taken was long gone, though, the warm glow of a new California day helped. She immediately thought of her obscene performance with the young boy, but forced herself not to dwell on it. Then Mark and the mysterious "whatever" surrounding him raced into her mind and she bolted from the bed, remembering she intended to question Saul.

Quickly, she splashed her face, brushed her hair and slipped on her robe, going over in her mind how she would approach and draw the information she wanted, as well as the pledges she would insist he make. She trembled nervously as she walked into the kitchen, the thought of facing him for the first time since, since their sinfully forbidden act the night before having its full impact on her.

"Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Kysa!" his voice radiantly greeted her like an elated clarion call. He stood near the back door with his hand on the knob, ready to open it. "I have eaten and am going out to join my friend, Kent, if it is all fight? I-I hope you slept well, Mrs. Ma'am?"

As always, with everything he had done since being there with her, his greeting, warmth, and smile overwhelmed the young, blonde wife. For a moment, she did little more than gape at him, then down at the almost laughing German shepherd staring upward at her with great brown eyes, his ears gallantly erect. She said:

"H-Has Sergeant eaten, Saul?" all the things she had readied in her mind to discuss with him a sudden conglomeration of confusion.

"No, Ma'am! I know he is hungry, too! You can always tell by the pathetic gleam in his eyes!"

Kysa couldn't help but smile, for certainly the great dog was expressing just such a took. She said: "Well, leave him here with me, dear, and you go ahead. I'll feed him. We'll give him some of that roast from last night."

"If you do, he will be your friend for life, Mrs. Kysa!" Saul said, grinning. "I will be outside with Kent."

"All right, darling, and, and there's a park two blocks from here if you'd like to walk there, but don't go any farther. Promise?"

"Yes, Ma'am, of course! What ever you say!"

At the slam of the door behind him, Kysa sighed heavily. She'd said none of the things she wanted to, but she wasn't sorry. Later, once she got her bearings about her there would be plenty of time. She'd passed the most critical moment of all, she'd faced him, and he, her, as if nothing had ever happened between them the night before!

She watched Sergeant ravenously gulp at the entire remainder of the roast she'd cut up for him while she sat at the table with coffee, for the first time in her life enjoying one of Mark's favorite drinks, coffee royal. How he loved it, invariably smiling at her as he splashed the cognac into the cup and reminding her that she didn't know what she was missing. Very soon, all of those little splendors would be happening between them again, and they would be so happy. Oooohhhh, what was this uneasiness eating at her concerning the one man she loved and wanted with all her heart! God! She'd love him as much even if he were the nation's number one wanted criminal! Wouldn't she? Yes! Yes! Then why was she letting this ridiculous bit she'd built up in her mind gnaw at her so? Damn, she wouldn't, She absolutely would not! Mark Keller meant too much to her to toy with! He was her whole life, and now, there was Saul to think of,

The curvaceous, blonde young wife made herself a second, then a third coffee

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royal before returning to her room carrying it. Through the living room window she glanced to see Saul and Kent, a little thrill of excitement rippling through her at the sight of her ward's handsome, teenaged smile. Sergeant's almost silent treading behind her reached her ears and she smiled back at him.

"You coming with me, darling? Well, okay, but I'm going to take a shower, Guess I did make a lifelong friend after all with that roast, eh?"

Kysa paused to pet him, pleased at his warm, loving whimper for her. She laughed and entered the room, setting the coffee cup in the adjoining bath before coming back and quickly slipping out of her robe and tiny nightie. She moved to the right of the open window to catch its draft, a sense of well being filling her with the refreshing breath of clean, cool air brushing over her satiny nakedness. At first, Sergeant seated himself to watch her, then dropped prostrate, stretching out his front paws and she smiled down at him as his eyes rolled up at her.

"Lecher," she whispered, walking toward the door to close and throw the locking bolt for certain privacy. "If my husband could see you watching me naked now."

Kysa laughed once more as she walked toward the bathroom, determined to keep her pleasureful mood all day, no matter what. She flitted about the tiled room doing personal things, her sultry green eyes at last catching her own nakedly tanned curves reflected in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

For a moment, she stood unmoving, consciously, admiring her symmetrical shape, the full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into the flared arch of her seductively curved hips and smoothly rounded thighs. Mark raved over her long legs, the shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet until she was embarrassed. Though he was always fascinated by the white outline her swimsuit halter left across her breasts, it was the white stretch of her hips and lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse, blonde hair began to sprinkle over her pubic mound and vaginal lips that mesmerized him most, and at that moment too, Was causing tiny shivers of excitement to ripple over her!

Oh Mark, lover! Please hurry home! I need you so badly, darling!

Kysa sighed, smiling sensually to herself. Those damned coffee royals, she thought. They certainly had a kick like a mule and a sexy one at that! She stepped into the shower-stall, regulating the water, the fine spraying needles exciting her naked, soft flesh, the whole uplifting process adding to her happy mood.

She remembered her Mark's often spewed philosophy that nothing was ever as bad as it first appeared and felt confident that Saul was not about to tell Mark and hurt her. He loved her and there was little question about that, then after seeing him by the door earlier, her fears along those lines were rapidly leaving her. Yet, even so, it must never happen again! She'd already made her mind up to that, still, she couldn't quite imagine what had ever taken place in her chemistry to make her lose so complete control to throw herself into the wildly abandoned act of sucking him to completion, and then, then swallowing it,

Distinctly, the entire lewd scene passed through her mind in compelling review, graphically reminding Kysa that it'd been as if she'd had absolutely no command over her desire to possess him to feel and stroke his hardened young cock in her hand, and then suck it like a street whore into her mouth! A quiver of excitement fluttered over her curved nakedness as she remembered the sweet taste of his swollen young cock, and the hard, maddening feel of it to her experimenting tongue! But when he'd finally shot his delicious, virilely fresh young cum into her mouth and throat and she'd swallowed it. Oooohhh! Damn, she better stop thinking this way! Her sinful thoughts were keying her right up again! Even the feel of her own hands as they soaped the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, stomach and thighs were causing tiny, electric-like prickles to dance teasingly up between her warm, sensitive legs! Oh God, enough of this nonsense, she decided, even as she sensuously raised bubbly suds over the silken curls and fleshy lips of her stimulated vagina, forcing herself to ignore the provoked excitement which thoughts of Saul's youthful nakedness and hardened thick cock had quickly aroused in her.

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Through sheer will power, Kysa rinsed off and toweled dry, a series of tiny tremors still rippling over her naked, soft curves with every step back into the bedroom.

Sergeant whimpered and she smiled down at him where he still lay watching her every move. He wagged his tail and animalistically licked at his jaws, and her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent downward, petting his great head. She couldn't help but wonder if, or what, he was thinking as his big brown eyes seemed to rake over her, almost lustfully ogling her nude body. It gave her an odd sensation of exhibitionism as she stood there for a long moment almost tauntingly posing before his gleaming animal eyes. Then, with a final smile and pat, she picked up her manicuring set and walked to the bed, climbing onto its middle with intentions of making dainty her feet which Mark raved so much over.

The task required an almost lewd sitting position with legs widespread, and bent at the knees and the curvaceously exposed Kysa couldn't resist looking at her reflection in the mirror of the vanity. As she did, Sergeant's sudden leap up onto the bed took her completely by surprise, not only startling her but causing her to gasp out and lose her balance, falling backward onto her elbows. With that, the big animal immediately moved forward between her open legs, almost as if she had spread them for him in obscene invitation, and Kysa could do little more than gape up at him in shocked wonderment,

Sergeant's unexpected advance between her naked spread-open, legs hardly frightened Kysa as she still lay propped on her elbows where she had fallen back in surprise, for although he was a massive dog he had never shown the slightest ferocity. She was simply awed by his abrupt move and unpredicted position between her openly spread thighs. She stared at him, her sultry green eyes reflecting the bewilderment inside her, watching as his rounded brown ones continued to sweep over her exposed curves almost as if he were feasting on them before taking his sexual fill! And then, he moved in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out with a liquid, hot tongue against the smooth flesh of her naked white stomach!

Kysa couldn't help but gasp out at the astonishing contact and she swallowed tightly as the full length of seething animal- flesh began to lick moistly over her reflexive, muscle-tightened belly! Again and again, he did it while she continued to lay there beneath the spread length of its taunting, wet caresses, his feverish licking causing incredible lewd sensations to begin weirdly spiraling through her.

My God! Wh-what was he trying to do to her? Her eyes widened as she gaspingly watched his long fleshy tongue licking heatedly upward over the quivering smooth lips of her navel! Higher and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them toward their tiny, pebble-hardening nipples, and at last, there! She couldn't restrain the excited little moan escaping her lips when his burning, moist flesh actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising buds again and again to send wildly arousing spasms whipping through her now tremulous, unresisting body!

Ooohhh! What was happening to her, anyway? She must be losing her mind! The damned liquor had numbed her so-called thinking capacities! Good Lord, she had to put a stop to this, this bestial performance before it went any further! But, but, she didn't want to move with the inconceivable rising heat his eagerly licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, his gleaming brown eyes raised to meet hers, their obvious, desire-fed glow level with her own. Kysa felt her breath quicken when he moved upward and startlingly began to run his warm, liquid tongue in swirling caresses over her face!

Oh God, she shockingly realized, he's actually kissing me!

A feeling of gentle warmth filled Sergeant's powerful body as he tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of Kysa's white flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her beautifully appealing face very much intrigued him. She was unlike the other female humans he had known and been trained to perform with.

Her warm eyes reflected emotions which not only made him happy inside, but avidly excited his natural mating instincts in a manner he and not experienced before except with his own kind, its unique sensation spurring him on.

Kysa reactively turned her head to move her face away from the huge animal's hot, licking strokes. There wasn't any question in her roused mind but what he was actually kissing her, showing her in his own way his affection for her! She closed her eyes and abruptly he stopped. Then, she felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and she opened them to see him backing down between her still openly spread legs! Mesmerized, she watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly parted thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath taunting the fringe of soft, blonde pubic curls there! His cool, wet nose brushed against the sensitive, warm flesh of her inner thighs, and finally, the puffy, flushed lips of her undeniably excited pussy! She heard his almost mewling whimper as he sniffed her rising female heat, taunting her susceptibly naked loins as though he were making an actual seduction!

Once more, the urge to stop this shameful act before it went any further raced through Kysa's lust-glazing brain, but was quickly forgotten as she felt his cold, damp nose suddenly probing wetly into the smooth vale between her partially spread buttocks, and finally down against the tiny puckered ring of her anus!

"Oh, oh you devil!" she choked, lurching uncontrollably beneath the erotic contact. "Y-You better stop, and right this minute! Ooooohhhhh!"

His exploring tongue had snaked out to lick up and down the smooth crevice surrounding her tightly clenched little ass, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its baby-like lips!

Kysa wasn't sure whether it was shame or the tantalization itself that made her try to squirm her naked loins away, but when the no-longer docile brute raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly stopped! Fear of him, she knew then for the first time, and she froze as he lowered his great head once more, the wet, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs! She began to tremble and groan uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over the full length of her openly spread pussy. Ooohh God! The lewd sensations were stabbing wildly inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her shamefully fluttering belly!

Again he did it, this time, his raging, fiery tongue spreading through the yielding, hair-fringed lips of her cunt like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay wide the pink sensitive flesh, pausing at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her moistened, dilating vaginal passage! "Oooh God," she gasped and spasmed convulsively, dropping her head back on the bed and writhing in reactive bodily contortions to his oral rape, but he never stopped, and she wasn't sure that she wanted him to now as she mindlessly drew her legs back to give him greater access to her responding vaginal plane.

At that intensively breathtaking moment, the nakedly enchanted Kysa was not sure of anything but the sudden thrill of erotic passion his mercilessly ravaging tongue was generating through her lasciviously vulnerable young body. Her moans unrestrainably increased, while her mind slipped deeper and deeper into an unknown spell-binding oblivion of sensuality that she could not and did not want to fight! Again and again, his pleasure bringing animal-tongue grazingly bathed her exposed loins, from the snug, eagerly reacting lips of her rhythmically flexing little anus, upward through the glistening, liquid crevice of her erotically aroused pussy. At its peak, it maddeningly hesitated, almost as if trained, she wildly thought, then, it penetrated to flick with that same knowing at the trembling bud of her tiny clit, irresistibly magnifying her building passion a thousand times!

Kysa lost all track of time, and how long it went on she had no way of judging, only that it did, the heavenly seating tongue licking relentlessly through and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and writhing her whole naked body insanely on the mattress beneath it!

"Oooohhh, oohhhhh!" she chokingly groaned as he flicked the tormenting length in a hot, Just-keening curt up into the clutching little mouth of her sizzling vaginal channel. "Ooohhhh, yes, yes, lover! Do it for me! Make me cum, Sergeant darling! Please, lick me more, more, oohhh, lick me! Lick me, you beautiful brute!

Kysa hardly knew what she was saying, her overwhelming desire had built to that intensity, but abruptly, she realized the loss of his delightful tongue and lifted her head to gape in confused disappointment.

"Oh please, please don't stop, lover!" she almost pathetically hissed down at him, suddenly grasping hold of his huge head with gentle hands. "More, baby, lick it more, please?"

He let her guide him back down between her quivering, anxiously spread thighs, a whimper an animalistic groan of her own, the blonde, lust-intoxicated young wife drew her knees back to her breasts, pulling his nose back tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina!

His loving tongue flicked up the fire-filled passage like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he fiercely lashed and penetrated again and again into the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks.

" Oh, ooohhh, yes! Lick it, lover, lick my cunt!" she lustfully begged, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins and rounded white buttocks frantically up against his hotly flicking tongue.

Sergeant could keenly smell as well as taste the exotic delight of her human female lust, the pungent, aromatic flavor firing his sexual want higher and higher. Though he had known many human shes, none had ever captured his natural impulses as did this soft, white female with the long, sunshine hair. He had sensed her warmth from the beginning, but now he could feel her love flowing through the affectionate, smooth curves of her entire body. Especially, it was there down between her welcomingly spread legs where he licked with his rut-heated tongue that he knew the unhidable, sensitive realness of her. This yielding pink flesh of her open cunt in its flowing poignancy revealed her innermost secrets and as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he sensed the rising heaviness in his own animal loins.

Kysa felt his tongue suddenly desert her lewdly offered vaginal opening with a certain decisiveness, and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off several steps.

"Oh, oh no, darling, what's wrong?" she moaned to his entreating whine. "Please, don't stop? Not now, lover! Wh-What is it you want, baby? Oh God, show me, darling! Show Kysa some way!"

He moved to her side almost as if he'd understood, nosing against her naked hip in an action she realized that she understood! God, he wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! There wasn't any question now in her wildly infused brain but what he had been actually schooled to this! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming from the depths of his great chest!

The very lewdness of the act itself made her do it. Her mind raced in the sensual pool of lustful pleasure he had already created for her. She had to know what was next, she realized in her erotic intoxication, lowering her legs to roll over flat onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her sensually fired mind. Again, she spread her shapely legs wide, sensing that he wanted this as did she, picturing hedonistically her own naked, smooth curves in her mind's eye. She heard his panting, then felt hot breath against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks. At last, she delightedly felt the heat of his long, wet tongue slithering into the smooth satiny crevice separating them!

Kysa groaned audibly, feverish sensations of open lust stabbing ever stronger up through her desire-inflamed cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she reached back behind her self with her small hands to lasciviously spread the lushly-rounded cheeks open, offering him full access to her tiny, palpitating anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was insanely licking against it, again wetly splaying open the thin, curl-fringed lips of her seething pussy to graze the pink, blood-flushed flesh on its lewd upward stroke.

Oh God! She was going to lose her mind completely! She was, truly! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling his long nose beneath her pelvis and making lifting gestures, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken! She raised up, something of obedience flashing through her, elevating her widespread buttocks as she knelt subjectively before the massive beast in complete slavish acceptance of what he was about to do to her.

Once more, as if wanting her to know his deepest feelings, he drew his thickened, splaying tongue upward through the full length of her passionately weeping cuntal crevice, and Kysa gasped out her sensual pleasure. She tried to widen her knees even further to open the pulsating slit between her thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust lovingly, sweeping with a fluid heat through the inner blood-flushed flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly stroking her offered loins to more intensive heat before he moved to a new, and even more shocking position!

She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at her upthrusting hips! Good Lord! He must be mounting her, she thought, wildly twisting her head to look back over her naked back, and he was! Oh, my God! He actually was! He intended to fuck her as though she were just another female animal of his own kind!

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remembered, too, that somewhere she had heard, or read, of such unnatural acts being committed! God almighty! she inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the lewdly growing sensations Sergeant's lashing tongue had set aflame in her palpitating loins. Then, her lust-hazed eyes caught sight of their lewdly locked position in the vanity mirror and she groaned helplessly at the lewdly provocative reflection. The beastial obscenity of the big German shepherd astraddle the white, widespread moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable waves of wildly rising fire searing through her nakedly quivering body.

Abruptly, she gaped at the breathtaking sight of his glistening, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the moistened tapered end slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her maddeningly excited cunt! She felt his strong canine body jerk against the flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his dangling thick length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina!

He whined loudly, his forepaws making new demands against the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly humped forward on his hind legs behind her, desperately struggling to bury the sleekly throbbing shaft up inside her!

Kysa saw it all in the mirror, and with a sensuously escaping moan she shifted her hungrily quivering buttocks back at it in an effort to capture the lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension inside her reaching an almost totally unbearable point! Ooohhh yesss, she wanted it, had to have his long, thick animal-cock buried deep up inside her fire-filled cunt! God, she had to have it racing into her inflamed belly before she became delirious with her building desire! Nothing else mattered!

She reached underneath her breasts back between her full, widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her softly curling pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating head to the mouth of her eagerly waiting pussy! Immediately, he humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he split her vulnerable young cuntal channel wider and wider, sending the tong rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hotly squirming passage between her wide-split thighs!

Kysa watched in the mirror with bulging-eyed fascination as the burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, fierce charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her inhumanely stretched vaginal passage. Sergeant's heavy, cum-bloated balls swung down with a savageness, flatly smacking against her golden pussy-hair, as her breath gaspingly exploded from her lungs.

The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting again through her loins and she grunted gutturally to it, then choked out: "M-My God!" Her widened green eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting, excited animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her from behind. Her head jarring from his every powerful, breast-quivering plunge, Kysa tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of hardness wetly searing into her as she began to lewdly grind her naked buttocks around and move in a slow, lurid tempo backward to meet his brutal, breathtaking strokes!

Unequaled sensations of base-lust filled her sensuously slaying body as she thrust backward onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper up into her raging hot belly from behind! Furiously, his muscular animal beauty battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, widespread asscheeks, his pulsatingly huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep up into the soft, quivering flesh of her belly! With unrestrainable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her rounded, working buttocks back at Mm faster now with an obscene frenzy, grinding her clinging cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal- cock with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.

The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the unmistakable beacon of ecstatic fulfillment! It spiraled through her seething loins like the prickling of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quaking belly with the promise of enchanting rapture. She moaned loudly to the jagged edges of her growing erotic bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the massive dog's wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened jerky animal strokes! She saw her own pink cuntal flesh moistly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside with his heavy, buttock-flattening charge, his heavy cum-swollen balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open lips of her hungrily gaping pussy.

Her brain reeled in the throes of wildly roused passion, her eyes feasting on the sensual spectacle of her full white breasts quivering and swaying like hanging mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing veil of her long blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping pleasure hissing out shamelessly from her pleading lips!

"Oooohhh darling, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like a dog!" she cried back at the furiously humping German shepherd. "Harder, lover, harder!"

It was the waiting lilt in her helplessly pleading cry that made Sergeant know her sexual delight. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind, his basic instincts urging him on. He knew that he was bringing her joy by the way she was eagerly grinding her soft female cunt back onto his heavily aching hardness. The wet warmth of her human vaginal channel was greedily clenching at it as they always did, but this one was like a bitch mate of his own breed, and his heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.

He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down the soft, smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and he saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!

Abruptly, Kysa raised her lust-slackened face to wail out a guttural, animal-like groan from deep in her throat. Her lust glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. "Oh Goddd! I-It's too much, too much! Y-You're driving me mad, lover!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of choked sob and ragged sigh, her head tossing frantically from side to side, her long, golden hair flailing as she began the first convulsions of her climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long, thick rod of canine hardness with a sluttishness that she never realized she was capable of!

The first spasm struck her then and she cried out again, slamming her rounded white asscheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog-cock with a desperate, frenzied lunge. At the same time, Sergeant responded with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew its scalding animal cum deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly with long, hard jet-like spurts.

"Oh God," she moaned, the lewdness of her act drowning her. "Oh God, he's cumming all the way up to my tits!"

Again and again, Kysa wailed and moaned, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the huge heated eruption exploding in her belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her head from side to side in the sensuous joy of her bliss, at last, opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal mouth still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal lover's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran down the smooth tanned columns of her inner thighs, and when she could no longer watch, her stomach filled almost to the bursting point with his warm animal cum, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a great sigh of pleasureful relief,

Kysa lay unmoving for a long, long moment, unable to think of anything but the beautiful, wildly fulfilling orgasm she had just known, feeling his movements on the bed behind and over her. Oh, Saul had been so right about the wonderful brute being her friend for life, but she doubted that just giving him the roast had been totally responsible, God, what had ever possessed her to let him commit such a forbidden, debasing act on her? She'd been no better than a debauched little animal herself, and the way he had gone at her from the very beginning, as if he'd been trained to it!

She knew that she should be feeling repugnant shame, but strangely enough, she wasn't! Why, because she knew he could never tell a soul? Yes, at least, that was undoubtedly part of it. God, what insanely wicked thing had suddenly come over her, anyway?

Then, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks and the small of her back, tiny sensations immediately re-inciting her almost exhausted loins and liquidly filled belly! It stopped, and smiling, Kysa rolled over to see him leap from the bed and trot to the locked door where he stood looking at her with open jaws and wagging tail, knowing then in her heart that it would happen again, that she would never be able to help herself!

"Just like a male," she spoke to him softly, her smile still evident as she arose from the bed. "Now that you've seduced me, you beautiful darling, you want out,

Kent Jensen waited impatiently for over an hour, hoping Saul would come back so that he could question him further about the "American dollie" who he swore had sucked him. In the Asian boy's absence, the oafish teenager had given it almost undivided thought, until finally he was convinced that Saul had told him the truth! Except, he knew that this newcomer to the building had not been anyplace to meet a local girl, which meant that whoever he was referring to lived right there! And the only girl he was most apt to have been that close to in just three days was, was Mrs. Keller!

Jesus Christ! That beautiful, mind-blowing job, with those terrific tits and crazy tight ass going down on a little fink like Saul was almost impossible to imagine! Even to think of her spreading those gorgeous long legs to get fucked seemed sacreligiously unbelievable to Kent, though he knew the Captain damn sure did it when he was home, but it was still beyond anything he could picture in his mind. Shit, she was just too beautiful, like something you simply kept around to look at, almost as if she were above anything to do with sex. But who in hell else was that scrawny little bastard talking about if not her?

The thinking about it alone was enough to stir his loins inside the faded, tight jeans, a rush of blood surging through the long length of his penis to arouse it toward hardness. He worked on, but with increasing glances over the brick wall down the street in the direction Saul had taken. Shit, he had to know more, he suddenly decided, picking up his T-shirt and slipping it over his head as he walked toward the gate. He'd even chance his old man getting up-tight if he found him gone, but that wasn't likely this time of day. He was soused on his beer and probably sleeping in front of the glaring TV. The old bastard, the way he'd ridden him ever since he'd gotten busted for having a couple of joints on him. You'd think the old fart was some sort of model to pattern one's self after! Hell, he hadn't been worth a goddamn since his mom died, and those frigging witches he picked up to bring home in the wee hours of the morning,

Saul probably went to the park, Kent thought, stretching out his long, powerful legs in a quickened gait. Maybe he was screwy, but he really believed the little character, and after logically putting two and two together, who the fuck else was he talking about but Mrs. Keller?

Saul was feeding squirrels in the park from a bag of peanuts when Kent found him, having decided as he walked, to use every ounce of finesse he could muster with the younger, foreign boy. He sat down gently beside him so as not to scare the tamed little animals away, aware that his new acquaintance was intrigued by the way they were accepting the nuts from his extended hand.

"You see, Kent!" Saul explained in a whisper. "They're not afraid of me! They eat right out of my hand! Is not that wonderful? In my country, a squirrel, should you actually see one, is frightened to death! The war has destroyed all the warm, God-given things!"

"Yeah, Sometimes, I come down here and feed 'em, too," the older boy lied.

"You do? Oh, that's nice! Little animals make me feel good inside!" Saul said with his usual exuberance. "You see? I am not angry anymore, and I was when I left you!"

Kent nodded his blond head, studying the other with his small blue eyes. "I'm sorry about that, Saul, but what you were saying about getting sucked, well."

"It is all right. I understand, Kent, but you must believe that I would not lie to you."

"Oh sure! I believe that!" the big teenager emphatically implied. "But you know, you've only been here a few days, and then saying it was an American dollie, well!"

"It is true! And it happened last night, in fact!" Saul said without thinking and catching himself too late.

"Last night? I saw you when you went in last night, Saul." Kent immediately picked up, realizing he had his opening. "The only girl you were with was Captain Keller's wife! Now, how do you explain that, guy?"

Saul swallowed tightly. A squirrel captured a peanut from his hand and ran off. Something of a vacant nature swelled in his lean belly. He remember his own thoughts about wondering if Captain Mark would kill him should he know what had happened, and how he had intended to say nothing so that she would do it again!

"Come on, Saul, you're not trying to make out that a beautiful girl like Mrs. Keller would ever suck your prick, are you?" Kent grinningly questioned, unable to play his finesse game, or hide his mounting excitement as his heavy, boyish cock stiffened uncontrollably stiffened inside his jeans at the mere thought. "Sonofabitch, there you go again, kid, handing me all that shit."

"Is not shit! I told you that before!" Saul angrily spat, taking the rest of the peanuts and strewing them onto the ground. "Saul does not be! And Mrs. Kysa thinks much of me, too!"

"But not enough to suck your puny cock, buddy-boy!"

"Yes! Yes, she does and she did! Last night!"

"I don't believe it!"

"She did, almighty goddamn, she did! How much you want to bet, Joe?" Saul spat at him, irresistibly throwing his Saigon street jargon at the other's taunting face.

"Prove it! Make her do it again, then I'll believe it!" Kent teased, getting to his knees. "Let's see you make her do it again, Saul boy, if you ain't throwing out that Vietnamese shit of yours!"

"All right, I will!"

"When?"

"Tonight! You come by my window and watch! "

"How? The venetian blinds are always closed!"

"I'll fix them! You'll see that Saul does not lie! Then you will apologize!"

"You bet! I'll gladly apologize, Saul, but you've got to prove it first,

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Captain Mark Keller caught a bus from March Air Force Base into the nearest four-corners of Edgemont and chose a little tavern where beer was the strongest drink, perching himself on a stool at the corner of a little patronized bar. The handsome, gray-eyed officer wanted nothing except privacy to think this night. He decided he'd chosen the right place. A jukebox whined out country music and a pair of rolled-up shirt-sleeved, burly men wearing hard, construction hats played a limited game of pool on a special, small table in the center of the room. There were no females. Mark sighed and gulped at the cold froth of his beer.

What the hell was he going to do? Even if Saul and Sergeant were allowed to stay, and it was beginning to look better for them. Could he re-adapt himself, ever in God's world? after the life he had been leading? the sensual world he'd come to know? Christ, he surely didn't want to hurt Kysa! The truth was, he loved her so much that it did hurt! But! Yeah, that was it, all the buts! And how in Christ name did he get over those buts, only to find himself back in a world that would no longer do it for him!

And what the hell was he going to do for a living once he was shed of this uniform? Christ, he just couldn't go back to the hum-drum of drafting, not after the wild, easy life and kind of money he'd been making. On the other hand, operating a string of whores and using boys for pimps wasn't exactly looked upon as being an acceptable profession in the good old U. S. of A. either. Yeah, he'd made a bundle, all of it nicely tucked in his gear at the base, and more than enough to set him up soundly in some legitimate business or other, but what? And how was he about to explain where he'd come by a hundred-grand to Kysa when he was supposed to have been fighting a police action for his country?

Hell, he'd done his share of the fighting; he had no compunctions over that, and he'd been small potatoes compared to a score of other exploiting operators he'd brushed against in Nam, but it was Kysa and how she would react if she knew the truth that was really gnawing the hell out of him. Among all of her other attributes, both intellectual and physical, she had a code of morals that wouldn't quit, or should he say ethics? Christ, he could just imagine the expression on her face if she was ever to learn that her loving, hero-husband had been known on the Saigon streets as Mr. Ace, South Viet Nam's number one whoremonger! But there was little chance of that unless he told her himself, and the more he thought about it the stronger his conclusions became that it would be like cutting his own throat! She would just never understand and he knew it!

The handsome Air Force officer finished his beer and ordered another, while the twangy Western music continued to the solid clacking of pool-bails behind him. He thought of the bars in Saigon where untold numbers of cuddly little teenaged bitches competed for your cock, each one highly, self-skilled at her own sensual specialty and trying desperately to out-do her sisters. Christ, what they couldn't conceive of to make a Joe happy was beyond the sexual imagination. Then, with a touch of yum-yum to fire them even more, goddamn, just thinking about it was enough to set him right off!

He shook his head and gulped at his beer. Damn, if he didn't love Kysa so frigging much, but how was he ever going to go back to their mild forms of love-making after marinating for almost a year in a culture where even eating was secondary to fucking, and the male was king?

The smoldering residue of sensual pleasure both Saul and his beautiful German shepherd had left warming Kysa's voluptuous young body continued to glow teasingly inside her throughout the day. Regardless of what she did to try and occupy her mind, her thoughts invariably returned to one or both of those lewd, erotic episodes, until before the day was passed she had intimately relived them

in every detail a hundred times. This was not to say that she didn't feel like some kind of shameless deviate from the abnormal act of sucking a young teenaged boy to orgasm in her mouth, or being taken from behind by his massive dog; yet God knows, she was neither sorry, nor any longer conscience-stricken!

It actually amazed the young blonde beauty when she finally did realize her total lack of remorsefulness, and the longer she milked at her memories the less self-reproaching she became, even when thoughts of Mark entered into the picture. In fact, it had been under the hairdryer at the beauty shop where she had gone for an uplifting shampoo and manicure, that she found herself defensively referring in her mind to her young husband's mysterious "whatever." Why she had suddenly decided that there was a cloak of shadiness veiling the image of this man she loved so much, Kysa couldn't pinpoint, but she remembered there had been a series of little things said or implied by Saul in his youthful innocence, and then, there was that certain attribute called woman's intuition involved, for whatever that was worth.

It was true; she knew it was, just as she realized that she could never love him less no matter what. But did he have this kind of love for her? What would his opinion of her be now if he knew the truth about her sexual involvement with Saul and Sergeant? God, she shuddered to think of that!

In the living room enjoying her second Cuba Libre, Kysa again checked the window to see if she could catch sight of her handsome young ward and his lovable German shepherd. Not even Kent was anywhere to be seen, and it was getting on toward dinner time. She hoped he hadn't wandered off someplace and perhaps gotten lost, but that was ridiculous, she reminded herself, remembering that he was unlike any boy she had ever known. After what he'd been through, to get lost in a peaceful little suburb like La Berdina would be next to impossible.

Her warm, inward smile was mirrored on her sensuously, full lips as she walked to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for them. She planned to take him to a movie later, and then perhaps they would stop somewhere for ice cream or something. Sergeant would have to stay home and look after things, but they wouldn't be very late. Then, they could sit around for awhile and talk. Perhaps she could begin to carefully draw some of the information from him concerning Mark which was going to plague her until she learned the truth. Then.... Then?

A sensation of lust-incited desire fluttered through Kysa's simmering loins and soft, tingling belly, followed by another of inner-shock as she forced herself to face the truth flashing deep from the hidden recesses of her subconscious mind. She dropped the head of lettuce she'd taken from the refrigerator to rinse, onto the floor with a bouncing, splat-like sound which reminded her of hot flesh against flesh! God! What was happening to her? She, she very definitely had intentions of seducing him, of taking up where they had left off last night! Yes, and somewhere in that obscenely forbidden memory, she had seen Sergeant's long, thick scarlet hardness, both of them together loving her in a wild three-way lust while she gave herself to them both at the same time in a blinding passion of sensual debauchery!

Oh God! Oh God! She must be totally perverted! Never had she felt such a total lack of self-control, nor anything to equal the ever-building flames of erotic desire as those racing through the rounded little bowl of her belly at that

moment! The urge to reach down and finger-fuck herself crazy there was almost unbearable! Instead, she picked up her drink and drained it, quickly making another, and it was then that Saul, with Sergeant, burst in through the back door,

He had been reluctant to do it, but there was no other sure way if he were to prove to Kent he was not lying. So, while Mrs. Kysa was away, Saul had busily made a spoonful of yum-yum powder into a colorless, tasteless, odorless liquid with water and spilled a few drops into all of her liquor bottles. He had also spilled several grains into her tea and coffee for good measure, but being extremely careful not to use too much, well knowing its reaction. Then, he had gone back to the park to feed the squirrels, while Kent's huge, drunken father reprimanded him for leaving without permission.

"You stupid little sonofabitch! How many times do I have to tell you that you don't leave here without asking me first?" the monstrous man with the graying hair and red-rimmed eyes had raged, causing Saul to take several steps backward.

"Aw, Paw, I just took a quick walk down to the park."

"I'll quick-walk you, you dumb ass! I'll let Judge Reynolds put you on ice for a year or so if you don't get on the goddamned ball!" the massive man whose belly was huge and who wore a scraggly gray-beard warned, then gulped from his can of beer. Even Sergeant had shied back, a deep growl bunching in his throat.

Saul had caught his pet by the scruff of the neck and led him away toward their door, the thought occurring to him that maybe Kent wouldn't be able to get out tonight anyway. Well, no matter; he'd go ahead with his plans just the same. The idea of Mrs. Kysa sucking him again was anything but unexciting, though he still couldn't help but think of what Captain Mark might do to him if he knew! And Captain Mark was the best friend he'd ever had, at least, he had been, up until he'd met Mrs. Captain Mark.

Kysa had several drinks from one of Saul's doctored liquor bottles and throughout their hastily thrown together meal, she felt as if a huge raging bonfire had been built up between her thighs! She uncontrollably squirmed downward against the cushioned rim of the dining room chair, forcing its ridge to pressure against the lips of her wetly seeping pussy! She was alive with erotic sensations which were eating sensually at the very lining of her belly! God, what was wrong with her? She'd never been more sexually hot in her whole life!

"So he said he sometimes came to feed the squirrels, too!" Saul went on, watching her rising reaction to the yum-yum and stuffing his mouth with everything in sight. "He is not an easy boy to like, Mrs. Kysa, but I have seen his father, and it is not all his fault!"

"I-I know, Saul," the young, feverishly impassioned woman answered, surprised at her own voice and the words it spoke. God, she could never stand to watch a movie. She'd go insane waiting! At that very moment, in her lewdly fired mind's eyes, she could see his young swollen cock in all of its beautiful hardness, the moist, blood-engorged head filling her hungrily sucking mouth! "I-I thought we'd go to bed early, read, maybe together! Would you like that?"

"Sure! I love to read American books. You have something hot? Something that tells all about fucking, maybe, Mrs. Kysa?" he questioned intentionally with innocence. "I used to read them in Saigon!"

He went on, but the blonde, insanely fired young wife hardly heard him. His use of four-letter words had been like a bellows inside her! She couldn't help herself as she reached over and clasped his slender young hand.

"We, we don't need those kind of books to inspire us, darling!" she sensuously whispered. "We have each other, and our own ways, don't we?"

"You bet, Ma'am, you bet we do!" Saul replied with an enthusiastic gun, wondering if Kent was going to be able to get to the window. "You want to go now, into the bedroom, I mean?"

"D-Do you, Saul darling?"

"Sure! I mean, yes! Let's go get naked together!"

"Ohhhh, you, you luscious young darling!" Kysa exclaimed, getting up from her chair to stumble around and hug his head tightly against the softness of her desire-swollen breasts. She bent down and kissed him on the lips, flicking her tiny wet tongue into his mouth as she held him, fired all the more by the way he accepted and began to suck it! "Ohhhhhhh, God! Go into your room and strip naked for Kysa, lover! Hurry! Please, hurry!"

Mindlessly, she hustled through the apartment to lock both back and front doors, switching off lights as she hurried excitedly into his bedroom to find him standing and waiting for her, still fully clothed. He gunned, then licked out to moisten his young, dry lips as she said: "You're not undressed, darling, like I asked you?"

"I wait for you to do it for me, Mrs. Kysa!" he said, his youthful dark eyes aglow, the bulge in the front of his jeans noticeably stirring. "It is much more bang-up that way!"

A tremor of feverish lust raced through her at his words and the visible sight of his teenaged arousal. She closed in on him, one hand moving gently behind his head while the other reached down between them to grasp his viriley swollen young cock inside his pants between her thumb and teasingly milking fingers.

"Oh, Saul, little lover, it feels so thick and long tonight!" she gasped, incredible sensations of lecherous passion rippling over the hot flesh of her wildly incited body. "I-I can't wait to see it again, hold it naked and hard in my hand! Ummmmm, come on, darling, let's hurry and get undressed, so you can see me totally naked for you for the first time, too!"

Hot damn! That was it, all right! He had to see her all beautifully naked, even if Captain Mark killed him! Shit, he would kiss and suck her delicious white tits, see and feel the silken hair on her hot, fleshy cunt between her legs, with its wet, pink crevice opening right up and sucking inward for him! He would know whether it was blonde pussy-hair like the long golden strands tumbling down around her shoulders! Almighty goddamn, right now, nothing else mattered, because his stiffened cock had already begun to hurtfully throb and there was a dull, tingling ache churning below in his cum-filling balls!

"You sit right here on the edge of the bed, little lover, and watch Kysa," she hissed, quickly kissing his young lips, her breathing raspy as she leaned down then backed away before him, intensive waves of wantonness goading her wildly on as she began to strip her clothes away before him.

Saul did sit, staring through eagerly anticipating eyes, while her own, which were fired with the burning gleam of lasciviously rising heat, fed on the

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innocence of his youthfully handsome face. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipping out of it, knowing that it was her curved white body in its complete nakedness that his eyes were impatiently waiting to feast on for the first time. Realizing that, she intentionally taunted him with slow, enticing movements, savoring with pleasure the expressions of mounting excitement lighting his handsome young face.

She could see the swollen outline of his hardness jerking furiously inside the imprisonment of his jeans, and she continued to move with the teasingly slow lethargy of a girl undressing in the privacy of her bedroom. She gently slithered her shorts down over her smooth, rounded hips and let them puddle uselessly at her feet on the floor. She heard his little quickened gasp, knowing that he was staring with fixed eyes on the soft, puffy mound between her partially spread legs, undoubtedly seeing the wetness from her moistened vagina dampening her panties and the thinly flattened pubic curls slightly visible through the sheer material. Then, as she teasingly removed her bra, letting it slide with tantalizing slowness down her arms, she saw his dark, young eyes jerk upward, locking there on the jutting, unveiled firmness of her breasts, their tiny buds rising sensitively to the brushing air like little marblish gems. Without looking directly at him, Kysa made them sway and jiggle resiliently by tossing the lacy garment of her bra toward a chair, knowing the impelling intoxication she was boiling up inside him as well as herself.

At last, she rolled her brief bikini panties down over the smooth arch of her full hips and rounded white buttocks, causing the teenager to choke out a gasp of unhidable admiration, sending thrills of sensual delight prickling over her nakedly exposed curves. Breathing heavily now herself, Kysa kicked them away, her lush white breasts dancing as she nearly ran to him to drop onto her knees between his legs.

"Hot balls, Mrs. Kysa, you are the most beautiful girl in the world!" he praisingly blurted, eagerly clutching at one full breast as he hugged her soft, naked loveliness tightly to him and tried to kiss her mouth.

Kysa moaned with the erotic bliss of it all, finding his lips and sucking his young, sweet-tasting tongue between her own, holding him that way for a long, sensuously intoxicating moment before reaching down and unfastening his jeans.

"Lie back, darling! Now, Kysa will undress you and make it 'bang-up' the way you like it!" she ordered in a smiling whisper, and he did.

Saul excitedly lifted his lean, young buttocks and let her slip his pants down, his brain a whirling mass of building entrancement. He raised his arms to let her pull the T-shirt over his head, and then she was pressing him back down onto the bed with gentle hands against his bared chest, those same warm, velvety hands moving down to slip inside the waistband of his shorts to eagerly work them over his hips and down his tensed legs , until he, too, was completely naked! She knelt there between his spread thighs, gaping down at his hardened young cock and cum-swollen balls in the same greedy manner she had the night before, as if she were maybe going to devour the whole goddamned length of it right down into her yum-yummed, little belly!

She was hot like a fucking incendiary bomb! Sonofabitch, he hoped he had not given her too much, but goddamn, he could not worry about that now! He raised up, perching on his elbows to watch her small, white hand slowly encircle his rigidly throbbing, cock to send a tremendous jolt of excitement charging through his loins as she drew it up straight away from his muscle-tautened belly. Then, she began to jack its thin layer of outer fore-skin up and down, pulling it down tight to pop out the moist, pulsating head. Her greedily watching eyes and open-mouthed expression seemed to be caught in an almost hypnotic spell, Saul thought, as he breathlessly watched her, and for a long moment she hardly looked like Mrs. Kysa at all, more like the yum-yummed Saigon bitches who fucked and sucked the Joes until sometimes they had to fight to get away from them! Almighty goddamn, had he given her too much? Maybe, he was just a little bit scared now!

Then, her beautiful face lowered down over it, her long blonde hair brushing tauntingly against his tensed thighs and belly, but he could still see her mouth opening wide as she held his jerking cock right by its root with finger and thumb! Her tiny, pink tongue lashed out, slithering over the smooth bulbous head with a nerve-shattering lick, its heated little tip flicking into the miniature slit at its end to capture the tiny drop of warm wet precum which had bubbled out there!

Spasms of intensive muscular reaction racked Saul's young body and he groaned as he watched her lush, tongue-moistened, lips slip wetly down over his cockhead, sucking it up heatedly with a tightly locking pressure into the feverishly liquid cavern of her mouth!

Mindlessly, Kysa began to suck and lick his delicious young hardness while near-frantic sensations of wildly charging lust raged through her impassioned body. With avid, working tongue, she began to explore the fully swollen length's every ridge and wrinkle, possessively cupping his cum-bloating balls in one palm, the other's thumb and forefinger clasping at its thick rigid base. Oh God! She was going to go stark-raving mad tonight, she thought wildly to the ever-mounting fires incredibly consuming her. Kneeling lewdly between his widespread legs, she visualized the lascivious sight her mouth around his penis must make for him as she slavishly worked her head up and down over his excitedly straining loins! She sensed him lifting his lean hips rhythmically upward to flick his hardened teenaged cock up between her wetly fastened lips and deep into her greedily sucking mouth! Then, she began to swallow in blind, omniverous passion, trying to work its head farther down into her desperately milking throat!

A super-thumping throb began in Saul's lustily fired young loins and muscle-steeled belly. Sweet mother-fuck! Already, she had sucked it into such a hardness-that it felt like a red hot gun-barrel pulling at his groin! He was still propped on his elbows and gaping down in lascivious awe at his Mrs. Kysa's wild, feverish sucking of his burning cock. Last night, she had nearly sucked

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the guts out of him, but tonight she surely would, along with everything else he had inside him! Oh Christ! He hoped that stupid Kent was out there watching! But most of all, he hoped that she did not kill him! Almighty goddamn, maybe he would have to call Sergeant up to help, and he looked apprehensively to where the big animal lay watching from the floor near the foot of the bed. It would not be the first time he had needed his faithful friend to help fuck the fires out of a yum- yummed filled girl, but he would wait awhile longer to make sure.

And then, suddenly she stopped, raising her head to look up at him with crazily gleaming eyes. "Crawl up onto the bed, darling!" she sensuously hissed. "We're going to do other things, too, tonight! Oh God, Kysa's so hot, baby, so hot!" and she followed him, lying down beside him to smooth her hot hand lustfully over his naked, young body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense as she explored all the secret hollows and crevices of him.

Her glistening lush lips which had been fastened around his screaming hardness found his, her tiny cock-flavored tongue darting into his mouth to nearly destroy him. She lifted her silken fleshed, full white thigh on top of his, pressing the soft give of her hot, curl-fringed pussy tightly against his hip with a lewd, undulating motion. "My sweet, baby-lover, I'm going to make you happier than any girl has you've ever made love to!" Kysa gasped into his young face. She ran her slender fingers through his hair and began to inch upward in the bed, until the ripe, full G-cup mounds of her hardened-nippled breasts were even with his face.

She took his young Asiatic handsomeness in her hand, cupping it beneath the chin, the urge to sadistically squeeze it almost uncontrollable as she drew his teenaged mouth closer to the swollen, puffy nipple of one swollen breast. Then, holding the resilient, white mound of tit flesh in the other, she hissed: "Suck it, Saul darling! Take my titty in your mouth and suck it for Kysa!"

Unknown sensations of sadistically edged passion raced through the fire-filled center of desire up between her legs as she watched his eager young lips part. Then, with lustful delight, she pressed the nipple into his sucking young mouth!

"Yes, yesssssss, darling, oh, you know how, don't you? You beautiful cock-boy!" she obscenely gasped, sensually delighting in the lewdness wantonly tumbling from her lust- slackened lips. "Suck it and lick it with your tongue like you would do a Saigon girl, baby! Bite it if you want, only love it and me my darling fuck-love! Y -Y-Yesss, like that, even harder, love! Oooohhhhh Goddddd! Hold it and squeeze it, Saul, suck .. suck!" she choked, smoothing her own hand down his naked chest and belly to fondle his ever hardening cock and cum-swollen balls. She heard and felt his excited moans gurgle against the white, electrified flesh of her breast from his youthful mouth when she grasped the hot, blood-rigid rod his cock offered, and began to stroke it with obscene vigor.

Holy Shit! She did not need yum-yum, this gorgeous almighty woman whom Captain Mark would undoubtedly kill him over! He had sure as fucking hell made a mistake, because she was going to burst all of his red corpuscles! He had never been so cunt- stricken in his life, nor so in love with a girl! He had never even dreamed of that happening to him, for love was simply fucking and sucking, and his life had been filled with little else, but never like this! She was so beautiful! Why would Captain Mark ever leave her to go fight a crazy war, and then become Mr. Ace? How could he fuck and lick all those other girls when she was waiting here for him? Was he sick upstairs, maybe?

"You like that, don't you Saul lover, sucking Kysa's breast while she strokes your beautiful cock?" the passionately infused young wife lewdly whispered, her lust-hazed eyes gleaming salaciously as she watched his lips tighten and relax their sucking action, while his young tongue stabbed and taunted her prickling nipple. Oooohhh, what could she - do next to pacify the wild unreasonable fire eating at her? She'd never get enough tonight, she knew it, knew it! "B-But this is just the beginning, little lover! Your Kysa wants to make you the happiest boy in the whole world!"

Saul realized that he was not his normal self. Hot shit! He had fucked and sucked nearly all night before and never knew anything to equal the sensations his Mrs., Kysa was bringing him, and as well, knew, that he was absolutely no match for her! That was what frightened him, because she was wildly high on yum- yum, and he was well aware of what happened to even a normal, passionate girl when given the drug! Oh balls! Captain Mark would probably bayonet him, cut off his cock and stick it in his mouth the way the Viet Cong did! He had it coming, all right, but it was horrible to think of!

She had pulled away from him, easing the delicious white mound of her breast from between his lips and letting go of his aching cock. But she was moving around in the bed to climb up over him, too, her beautiful tits and ovalled white buttocks jiggling as she half-settled herself just above his throbbing loins, the sensual smile on tier face enough to make him want to fuck her all the way to goddamned hell!

"You have such a handsome young cock, Saul darling!" she spewed down at him as she straddled his legs just below his loins. "Thick and long for such a young boy, I would imagine," she said, reaching down and grasping it again between both of her eager hands.

Saul watched that, but also locked his eyes on the sensuously flushed lips of her golden-haired cunt and the thin ribbon of glistening, pink flesh between! It was really his first true look at the tight, hair-fringed hole up between her thighs. Hot zing! She was taking him apart piece by piece, and it was all his fault with the fucking yum-yum for Kent's sake! But, but he did not care! Captain Mark could cut off his nuts and stupid Kent could die, nothing would make any difference to him tonight! His beautiful Kysa was all things! Almighty goddamn, he was in love!

The naked, lust-blinded young wife's wantonly contorted face reflected the lecherous passion which had taken complete, incredible command over her. She let free of his rigidly throbbing cock and with spread white thighs astraddle of him, kneed herself upward until the silky triangle of her blonde pussy- hair with its glistening pink crevice separating the thin, blood- fleshed lips was above his chest, only inches from his avidly straining eyes.

"Do you like it, little lover, Kysa's hot, naked pussy?" she lewdly breathed down at him. "Is it as enticing as the others you've seen and played with?"

Saul swallowed tightly, gaping at the erotic, mind-bending spectacle of her nakedly displayed cunt at close range. Surely, he had never seen such a breathtaking pussy, for sweet fuck, there could not be another like it in the whole world, he would bet his ass! The delicious sight of it so close to his face made his brain spin in lustful fascination, the way it was so wonderfully centered right up there between her widespread thighs.

"Hot damn! It is the most gorgeous, tight looking cunt I have ever seen, Mrs. Kysa!" Saul sincerely praised with excited gasping breath. "I-It makes me want to fuck it crazy!"

"Oh, you lovable little doll!" she hissed down at him, her breasts rising and failing with rhythmic little swaying movements to the maddening desire burning inside her. "Then, feel of it for me! Look at it closely and play with it, lover! Spread it open and show me how you would do it if I was a Saigon girl!"

Kysa's breathing rapidly increased as she watched his slender young hand move upward between her lasciviously spread thighs, then caught in her throat when she saw and felt its warmth brushing the silken strands of soft pubic-hair lining her hotly flushed cunt-lips.

"Ohhhhh, that's it, my darling! Yesssss, Eke that!" she hoarsely choked. "D-Does it feel warm and nice up between my legs, baby, soft and furry like a little pussycat?"

"Hot shit, yes!" Saul almost frantically exclaimed, amazed at the surge of fiery sensations just the feet of her hot, yielding cuntal flesh charged through him.

"T-That's my little lover, squeeze and play with it for Kysa like she does your little boy dingy!" she breathed, suddenly grinding her naked hips and buttocks around and around with unashamed lewdness, pressing her sizzlingly heated cunt hungrily down against his caressing, teenaged hand. "Ohhhhhhh, that feels so good, darling, mmmmmmmmm. Godddd!"

Saul's heart was pounding with a never before wildness in his chest when he took his hand away, then with thumbs resting on the hot, pouting tips of her hair-fringed cunt, he began to draw them teasingly apart, spreading the soft blonde curls as he opened the tightly clinging outer folds until its smooth inner walls lay completely exposed before the youthful excitement of his dark, fire-filled eyes. Eagerly, he feasted on the not unfamiliar splendor of an exposed inner-cunt, except that this one was more pink and deliciously moistened, its intricate delights and small, inwardly clenching vaginal mouth like no others he had ever explored! His own tight young loins and belly churned passionately, his achingly swollen cock throbbing spasmodically behind her.

"Oh God, darling, shove your finger up my pussy-hole and finger-fuck me!" Kysa begged, lewdly squirming her nakedly spread loins and buttocks above him, abruptly feeling the delicious shock of his long, slender finger slipping up into her vaginal mouth, then on upward into the hungrily grasping channel of it!

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh, another, lover quick, finger me with two fingers, way up, baby, deep inside my cunt, yesssssssss!"

The obscene, heavenly delight of it! The enchanted, lust- maddened wife mindlessly groaned. And she was using him to her own lustful pleasure, that realization adding sadistically to her blinding passion. Yes, she would show him the difference between real American women and his little Saigon sluts! She would use rather than be used, train him to do every lewd thing she wanted of him, train him just as Sergeant had been trained!

"Do you love it, Saul baby?" she rasped down at him.

"Almighty goddamn! I do, Mrs. Kysa! I do!"

"Then kiss it! Lick it for me so that I can watch you! Hurry, Saul! Do it!"

There was a sharp demanding edge to her tone which Saul noted with surprise, almost as if she were suddenly chastising him! Oddly enough, he did not mind, in fact, the idea made his painfully aching cock lurch behind her, and he put his hands on the smooth roundness of her naked white hips to draw her softly moistened loins down closer to his face, which she willingly pressed forward

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He raised his young face without hesitation, knowing the delectable pleasure of licking pussy, especially one you love. With pursed mouth he tenderly kissed one fleshy, hair-fringed lip, the exact closeness sending an aromatic, sensual raciness to his brain, causing his rock-hard cock to hurtfully spasm once more. He inhaled her delicate, pussy aroma, a perfumed piquant scent which wildly taunted his already keyed-up senses! Almighty goddamn! She was sure as sweet fuck going to scramble his dimwitted brains!

He thrust his saliva moistened tongue out until it made contact with the seethingly moist, velvet-like flesh, the smooth liquid feel of it sending crazy chills along his spine, its warm delicate aroma making his young nostrils flare ardently wide.

"Ohhhh, it's beautiful, baby! Yessss, lick it all over and shove your finger back up inside my cunt hole at the same time! Aaaahhh yes, that's the way, darling, like that, like that!" Kysa gasped and squirmed above him.

Saul felt her small hands clutch at his hand, fingers entwining in his hair. She began to moan chokingly, forcefully pulling his face into the wetly splayed crevice of her cunt until his nose was sunk deep in the hot, liquid flesh and he could barely breathe! He lashed his tongue around wildly, probing her secret folds of intimate pussy-flesh, finally licking and caressing the tiny little bud of her excitedly quivering clit and felt her tremor all over, her breaths almost exploding from her lungs.

He knew that she was flailing her head back and forth above him, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them both up into the seething, fluid depths of her naked pussy!

"Ooohhh!" Kysa moaned, grinding her burning wet loins harshly down against the young, handsome face she held locked tightly into the wet inferno between her widespread thighs. Frenziedly, she pressed his mouth into the yielding resilience of the hair-framed flesh, sensing her hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist little sucking action around his young thrusting tongue and finger!

"Dear God, little lover, you're driving me mad!" she gasped out, abruptly raising up to quickly move back down over him and again clutch the full aching length of super-hardened cock-sinew between both of her warmly grasping hands. "But Kysa has got to have something bigger and harder up inside her pussy, something like this wonderful, beautiful cock in her hands, darling!"

"Uuuuggghhh, hot fuck!" Saul lewdly exclaimed to the feel of her soft palms warmly clasping his long and tormentingly thickened cock once more. "I think it is me who is going to go crazy like a loony bird, Mrs. Ma'am! Oh, shit almighty!"

Kysa tittered in the glazed debauchery of her obscene lust, feeling him lurch as she placed the heavy-veined thickness of his rod up between her legs, pressing her hungrily throbbing cunt-lips almost completely around it. She held it there with her fingers as she began to move her hips and buttocks back and forth in a slow, lewdly grinding motion above it.

"Ohhhhh, hot zing! It is going to blow-up between your legs, Mrs. Kysa!" Saul grunted out loudly, thrusting his pelvis, upward to her rocking motions, as she continued to hold his full throbbing penile length tightly between the searing folds of her golden-haired cunt lips.

"No! No, little lover! Not until Kysa is finished with it this night!" she warned, again using that chastising tone. "Look! Your cock is caught right between my pussy-lips, rubbing beautifully up and down against my little cunt hole! Oh God, it's making me so wildly hot I could scream!"

"W-We will both scream, I think! Almighty goddamn, Ma'am! Saul is going to die and this is for certain sure!" he choked, his young voice breaking.

"Oh, sweet little lover!" Kysa said, as if she hadn't heard a single word of his almost desperate plea. "Now, I'm going to fuck you good, little baby!" she added, her lust-glazed eyes swimming in shimmering green pools of lecherous abandon at the feel of his blood-engorged young cockhead rubbing

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nakedly up her hungering vaginal mouth. And she leaned forward down over him, flattening her full, firm breasts against his chest, and found his lips with her own to kiss him hotly. Then groaning in his mouth, she simultaneously plunged her voraciously throbbing cuntal channel hard down onto his upthrusting young cock. She absorbed it to the hilt, deep up inside the wildly seething walls of her gaping wet cunt.

The moment his father had left for the tavern, Kent had beaten a path outside to the particular window Saul had instructed him would be fixed for him to peek through, and he saw that it was! Jesus, he still couldn't believe it! The little inky foreigner was lying through his teeth, but he had to be sure. Anyway, just catching a glimpse of Mrs. Keller in a nightie, or something like that would be worth the effort, But he'd never expected to see anything equal to the wild, fucking sight nakedly taking place on the bed before him!

Christ! She was sucking him! Actually had his cock locked tight in her hungrily working mouth as she knelt there between his legs on the floor, lewdly pumping her head up and down on it. Sonofagoddamnedbitch! He hadn't lied! Goddamn! He'd never seen anything like that in his fucking life! And, and what the hell, they were scrambling up onto the bed and, he was sucking her tit, then, she was spreading her legs and getting right up over him!

Goddamn, but she was luscious! Her firm white tits were even bigger than he'd imagined them, and what a beautifully curved ass she had! Man, that white and tanned skin, like smooth, soft satin! How he'd love to touch it, run his hot hand over those lush curves, and the fucking way she was straddling Saul! S-She must be a hot, hungry bitch all fight!

In jarred, lust-fired awe, the big muscular boy enviously watched their unbelievable, nakedly twisting performance with incredulous, bugging eyes, feeding his own hungrily building drive mostly on the intoxicating beauty of Kysa Keller's nude body grinding obscenely up and down over the stripped boy on the bed! Almost immediately, his own long, thick cock burst into hardness at her every provocative movement, the sight of her displaying her pink, golden-haired cunt wetly above the kid's face, then him feeling of it and finally flicking his tongue out and licking it, nearly blowing his fucking skull! Without hesitation, he pulled open his fly, unleashing his own heavily throbbing length of hardened prick. Oh wow, it felt good to pump it up and down while he watched Captain Keller's wife getting fucked shitless by that scrawny little Vietnamese kid. Shit, he didn't intend to miss one second of this wild, frigging circus,

"Unnnnnggghhhh!" Saul's voice exploded in wondrous delight, feeling the warm clutching heat of Kysa's inner cunt walls sucking like a hungry baby's mouth at the length of his aching cock! His breath had burst from his lungs with the skyrocketing sensations she had sent convulsively through him, those same sensations immediately growing more intense as she raised and lowered her hips and widespread buttocks in a vigorous, rhythmic tempo of fucking. Each resounding slap the soft white moons of her naked asscheeks made against his lean hard flesh a sensual ecstasy all its own!

"I-I'm raping you, little darling!" Kysa gasped in burning salacity, her mouth inches above his as her possessively clenching vagina slithered up and down on his pleasure-bringing young cock, her knees drawn forward on both sides of his rib cage to snugly imprison him there, while his searing rod of hot, hard flesh filled and massaged the viscidly seething walls of her cuntal passage with the obscene up and down movements her wildly rising hunger demanded. "Yesss, Kysa's fucking you with her cunt, raping you, baby! Is it a good little pussy, better than your Saigon bitches? Would I make a good whore for you to pimp for, Saul lover?" She lewdly hissed, her brain whirling in a delicious vortex of lust to which she was abandonly giving herself with total unrestraint.

"Oh, sweet goddamn!" Saul choked out in his own erotic delight as she wildly ground her smoothly curved hips and widespread buttocks up and down on his raging spear of throbbing young cock- flesh in an ever-increasing frenzy! His young mind reeled blankly with the intensity of the pyramiding pressure boiling in his boyishly churning balls, and he said: "Y-You would make the best whore in all Asia, I swear it is so! Mr. Ace would pay ten thousand American bucks for you!" And then, he remembered, knew that he had said

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She sat back upright then, but never slowing down the plunging absorption of her greedily sucking cunt, her long blonde hair disheveled and flailing around her soft, white shoulders, the sight of her supple nipple-hardened breasts roundly jouncing and swaying before him enough, he swore, to melt his back bone! His cock was on fire, even more-so now the way she was fucking it up into the steaming little hole between her thighs almost to her belly!

Saul raised his head to better see, and realizing this, Kysa reached down between her legs with both small hands to spread the fleshy, curl-fringed cunt lips open for him so that he could watch his glistening young cock vanishing wetly up into it. She gasped: "Can you see it all now, little lover?" Then, a more salacious idea struck her and she exclaimed: "Wait, darling! Let me turn around on top of you! You can watch yourself fucking me much better from behind!"

"Almighty shit!" the gaping teenager exclaimed in his smutty street jargon, certain that she would make the greatest whore the world had ever known! He watched her twist about over his genitals, spreading her long shapely legs wide as she again straddled him, then reaching back with both small hands she pulled at her asscheeks, spreading them apart for him so that lie could see not only the complete and crazy-exciting delight of her moistened pink cunt with its flushed, curl lined lips, but the tiny puckered little circle of her ass centering in the smooth white crevice no more than an inch above it!

It was not a sight the likes of which he had never seen before, but it was one unequaled in its fiercely erotic beauty, just as were her beautiful face and smoothly rounded curves to the fourteen year old Saul! And the way she was so shamelessly exposing it all for him provoked fire-filled sensations to lip almost torturously through his teenaged groin, his balls aching to get back at her! She twisted her head around to smile wickedly back at him.

"How does it look to you spread open from behind, sweet lover?" she actually taunted, waggling her buttocks around in lurid little movements before reaching down between her open thighs to grasp his still heavily hardened young cock once more. While he watched with openly bulging eyes, she pressed the smooth, bulbous head into tile eagerly nibbling lips of her vaginal mouth.

"Unnnnngghh, almighty goddamn!" Saul blurted as she ground her insatiable loins downward to meet his reflexive upthrust, her omniverous cuntal throat swallowing the full length of his surging, hardness up into its hungry sanctuary, his cum-inflated bails smacking hard against its wetly pouting lips. "I think you are going to kill poor Saul, Mrs. Kysa!"

"Aaaahhh, you sweet little lover!" the lust-crazed wife mindlessly whimpered in her wildly rising passion. God, she had actually raped him first, she was convinced! He'd been helpless, just as he was at that very moment .. defenselessly pleading with her now! She could feel his boyish hips strenuously lifting and falling, driving his feverish hard cock with eager thrusts up into her ravenously devouring vagina, but it was not enough!

"Oh God! Fuck it hard, darling!" she obscenely gasped. "Harder! Ram it up into me! Ooohhh!"

Suddenly, she was spreading her knees as wide as possible and raising her head and shoulders on extended arms and hands, until her naked back was hollowed inward like a ski-slope, her lewdly exposed loins and widespread buttocks lowered down on top of him until his cock was bent achingly forward in its penetration!

"Ohhh!" she wildly moaned. "T-Take your hands and spread open my asscheeks as you fuck into me, lover! Y-yessss, that way! Oooohhh Godddddd! Fuck it harder, Saul, harder!"

Harder?" It was almighty goddamned impossible, he frantically panted! He was battering the crazy hell out of her steaming tiger-mouthed cunt, until his poor, beaten little penis was screaming and his raging balls about to rupture! Shit, even her ass hole was throbbing open, its tiny puckered lips working like a baby's pinkly sucking mouth! Now, she had twisted around to see him gaping with raised head, her green eyes like a pair of flashing emeralds he had once seen in a temple idol's head.

"Go ahead, baby! I know what you're thinking. Do it!" Kysa lustfully gasped. "Shove your finger right up me from behind while you fuck my pussy! Kysa wants you to finger fuck her ass!"

Sweet mother fuck! Never in his whole life on the streets had he known anything like this! She was too much for him, for anyone! Probably that is why Captain Mark went to the war, it was a quicker way to die! Almighty goddamn, Sergeant would have to help work the yum-yum out of her like he did in the shows with Mr. Ace's girls! It was no use. He could not do it alone, but first! He gaped at his hurtfully numbing cock pushing and pulling at the hair-lined lips of the wetly glistening cunt up between her obscenely straddling thighs, the tiny coral petals of its inner lips clasping eagerly around his rigidly glistening organ.

He still cupped the smoothly rounded ovals of her asscheeks, spreading them wide apart with the outward pressure of his thumbs and rolling their lush softness upward as if they were on ball- beatings, the pull tugging at her vaginal mouth and drawing her whole cuntal area back toward him in lewd exposure! Excitedly, then, he moved his finger toward the tiny circle of soft spongy flesh that he could make pop partially open when he spread her buttocks wide! He ran his middle finger up and down the length of her ass crevice, collecting moisture from where he fucked into her! Then, pressing his fingertip against it, he watched in lustful fascination as it wormed slowly into the tightly resisting little hole, feeling immediately the smooth rubbery walls of her anal channel clutching greedily at his invading finger! Abruptly, then, she whimpered and a sense of sadistic dominance raced through him! He didn't stop, instead, he pressured the worming digit all the way to the palm of his hand up inside her hot, voluptuous ass hole!

"Aaauugghhh! Ooohhh, y-yessss, little lover!" he heard her gasp and watched her nakedly churning buttocks moving wildly back and forth on his embedded finger and painfully throbbing cock! "D-Don't you move, darling, just hold him there and let Kysa fuck back against both of them, Oooohhh, yeessssss!"

Kent had watched it all, partially mesmerized and partially ready to blow his mind as he continually stroked his long, thick cock with tightly clutching hand, gaping through the window from his voyeur's vantage point. As incredible as it seemed, it was all happening right before his eyes and he knew it! Jesus Christ, what she hadn't done with that little fink wouldn't be worth mentioning! They'd sucked and licked each other, he'd played with her luscious tits, and then she'd begun to fuck him! But it was the goddamned obscene ways she was fucking him that was driving him ape!

With open mouth and lust-charged loins, Kent Jensen vigorously fisted his cock while he watched the naked lewd antics of the curvaceous Mrs. Keller fucking the little Asian bastard in the most erotically lewd ways imaginable! Like some eagerly clutching little mouth, her ass hole gripped at his middle finger, while her wet, pink cunt-opening simultaneously devoured the full length of his cock right up inside her voluptuously working little belly!

Kent could only stare, as her deliciously spread asscheeks and blonde hair-fringed loins plunged down and backward onto Saul's heavily swollen young cock, and stiffened finger, making the overgrown teenager wonder what she'd do if it was his long, husky cock and thick finger she suddenly found her hot

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Goddamn, he didn't care anymore even if they saw him! What could either one of them say, especially Captain Mark Keller's cock-happy wife? Yeah, the bitch, if he used his head, but he couldn't let the old man get wise! Christ, he'd kill him for sure, but maybe, it'd be worth it! Shit, why not? He'd fuck her silly, make her suck him and cum in her mouth, too, and that little foreign bastard could stand right there and watch them doing it together! Man, man , his balls were painfully churning.

"Oh, oh, God, Saul lover, I, I think I'm going to cum, very soon!" Kysa groaned with a rush of sensually gasping breath. "C-Can you, darling? Are you ready to cum up in me, my sweet pet?"

Was he ready to cum? Almighty goddamn! A hundred times he had nearly splintered apart from head to toe! And each time she had done something different to him like no girl he had ever known, the unbelievable sight of her naked curved beauty caught up in some new wildly erotic position reacting like a spigot inside his raging loins, shockingly bottling up his crazy, boiling jism with the overwhelming unbelievableness of it! Now, if it were possible, he was almost wild assed afraid to cum because he knew his brains and all inside his young body had liquefied into scalding sperms and was going to squirt out his raging hard cock like a wide opened fire hose!

But he was extremely happy too, for he had not had to use Sergeant, but had, after all, proudly done it himself! He grinned, staring at her looking back at him with beautiful, lust- slackened face and the glazed, yum-yummed eyes of the most wonderful sex-doll in the world! He glutted himself now on the way she was thrusting her magnificently clinging rectal mouth and hungry, wet pussy back onto his finger and fiercely throbbing cock!

"Yes, yes, holy shit, yes, Mrs. Kysa, Saul is ready to go crazy happy, even if he dies doing it!"

He plunged his finger deeply up into the hot, clasping sheath of her desperately working rectum, rotating and circling around in its tight rubbery walls in tiny teasing massaging motions, at the same time thrusting his burning hard cock up to the very depths of his balls in her cunt, sensing the triggered spheres beginning to pulsate and burst out their scalding cum deep up into her open belly.

"Oooouuggghh!" Kysa cried out in an ecstatic wail of blissful joy, their naked bodies writhing in a wild, uncontrolled series of obscene spasms, the result of their bursting orgasms foaming back and down out of Kysa's ravenously milking vagina in a white, creamy torrent which flooded over the teenager's cock and balls. For a long while they continued to batter against each other in wildly resounding lust!

The effects of the drug which Kysa Keller had unknowingly taken into her body through the Bacardi in her Cuba Libres were still heating the sensually stimulated girl for many hours into the night, long after she had left an exhausted and sleeping Saul to go into her own room. The incessant arousal smoldering in her belly and down between her legs drove Kysa to fingering herself into a series of wild climaxes in the darkness, the last one aided by the handle of her hair brush. With her long legs nakedly drawn up and back until her knees were touching her shoulders, her still swollen breasts flowing over her chest beneath them, she obscenely plunged the brush handle with a wild fucking motion in and out of the hungrily grasping hole in her hungrily upraised loins, while with the other she stroked and caressed the flaming little bud of her erectly palpitatingly clit in an insane effort to put out the lustful, unceasing fire incredulously tormenting her. At last, near exhaustion herself, yet still filled with maddening desire, she had been tempted to quietly steal into Saul's room and coax Sergeant to follow her back to her own bed, the lascivious thought of his long, thick animal-hardness battering into her seething pussy wantonly irresistible, But instead, she realized upon awakening, that she had mercifully lost consciousness.

It was almost noon the following day when she opened her eyes to a smiling Saul who was gently jostling her by the arm. For a long moment, it hardly occurred to the sleep-benumbed Kysa that she lay uncovered on her bed and stark naked. When she did discover the fact, she bolted upright with a start, drawing her thighs up tightly together as she crossed her arms over her lush breasts to feebly shield them from his young, ogling eyes.

"Saul! What're you doing in here?" she embarrassedly snapped, sensing the flush to her cheeks as she gaped at him.

"It is the telephone, Mrs. Kysa! Captain Mark is waiting to speak to you! I knocked but you do not hear me, so I have to come in!"

"Mark is on the phone, now?" Kysa interrupted the explaining teenager who was still avidly smiling at her.

"Yes, very much waiting for you, Mrs. Kysa!" he said, quickly scooping up her green silk gown from where she had tossed it over the chair and handing it to her. "Here, I will look the other way if you want!"

Kysa's memory bank overflowed then, filling her with a wave of scarlet-cheeked confusion, the full impact of shame yet to come. She swung from the bed, slipping the robe around her while he stood with his lean back to her, and then she, too, had to smile when she saw that he was grinningly watching her in the vanity mirror.

"Oh, you lusty young devil!" she reprimanded, but gently enough, the ridiculousness of her sudden modesty at this point absurd even to her. "You and I are going to have a very long talk the moment I hang up that telephone. So don't go away!"

With that, Kysa hustled to the phone, desperately trying to clear and prepare

her mind, "H-Hello, Mark darling?"

"Yeah, where were you, honey, in the bathtub?"

"Yes, yes, I was showering," she managed to lie with a light-hearted tone. After all, it was crowding twelve o'clock noon. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"That's okay. I just wish I'd been there to watch that sexy little event," he said.

"M-Me too, darling."

"Well, it won't be much longer, baby, but listen, Saul and Sergeant have to appear before a special hearing up here at the Base tomorrow morning. They will have to fly up this afternoon. Can you make the arrangements and take them to the airport?"

"Why, certainly, darting," Kysa replied, a feeling of apprehension tightening in her belly. "I-Is there anything wrong, Mark? I mean, how does it look for them?"

"God, hon, I really can't say," he answered, his voice straining for an uplifting tone, she thought. "I'm trying to pull all the strings I can. How're they doing, anyway? Are you all getting along together?"

"Y-yes, yes, of course! W-We're doing fine, dear," Kysa finally got out, guiltily wondering if that might not be the greatest understatement she had ever made to him. Oh God! "But, but, Mark, they just can't send them back, can they?"

"Damn, baby, I wish I could say no, they can't, but the fact is that they can,

"And you believe they will!"

"I didn't say that, Kysa," he hastened to correct."but, well, just don't get your heart set on them staying, It'll be easier to take that way."

"Oh Mark, just the thought makes me ill!" Kysa choked, the mixture of emotions tearing at her inside enough to make her burst out in a torrent of tears. "God, I've come to love them both so much, darling! They just can't send them back there! It would be inhuman!"

"Kysa, for Christ's sake, get hold of yourself, honey!" his voice came sharply commanding over the wire to her. "I know how you feel, but you hardly know them. Saul is just one of millions of boys who have been bred and suffered in their crazy war, except that he's lived like a prince in comparison to some! Look, as much as we both want to help him, yeah, and the dog, too, we're going to have to go by the decision of the authorities! Now, the best we can do is hope, and I swear, baby, I'm doing everything I can for them!"

"Oh, I know you are, Mark darling. I-I'm sorry, I'm over emotional this morning, I guess," the young, strung-out wife apologized, running fingers absently through her long blonde tresses while she stared unseeingly with the tears that had welled up into her eyes.

"I understand, doll. Believe me, I do."

But he didn't, she knew. There was no way he could understand, for even she couldn't analyze the almost frantic love and possessiveness for both the boy and his dog which had taken such a lecherous hold of her! It was not only warped and wanton, it was as addictive as the most depraved drug habit, and though only moments before she had been prepared to admonish her young lover that neither of them could ever let, nor expect such lewd sexual acts to happen between them again, now she was desperately frightened that they wouldn't!

"Kysa, Kysa? Are you still on?"

"Y-Yes, yes, Mark, I'm here, I-I was thinking what would be the best thing to do."

"Well, after you hang-up, call the airport and find out when they can catch a flight up here," he said, detailing her necessary moves. "Try to get something into Riverside and not L.A,. Then, you'll have to call me back and let me know their arrival time. That's all, outside of taking them to the airport, and keeping that cute little chin of yours up the way I remember it. Now, how about it, baby, can you handle it?"

"Yes, of course, I can, darling," she managed, firming her voice for him. "I'll take care of everything on this end. And you, Mark? When am I going to have you for good?"

"Just a few days, angel. Hang tight a little longer if you can. Can I count on you?"

"Y-You bet, lover!"

"Okay, okay, then, let's leave it right there! I'll wait for your call back, and here's the number."

At three-thirty that afternoon, it was a weepy, lonesome Kysa who returned to their ground-floor apartment with a sensation of emptiness she could only compare to walking into her grandfather's home an hour after they had buried that loveable man. Never had she felt such an emotion of loss as she had on that day, for her Grandpa had been very dear to her. But she knew it again now, and there was no Grandma, aunts, uncles and other relatives to help share and minimize it. The morose feeling was one she had to endure alone.

The young wife made herself a Cuba Libre, feeling as if she were rattling around in the empty apartment as she walked into the living room and slumped down into Mark's favorite chair. Her mind, as it had ever since she'd left the airport after seeing them off with kisses and hugs, continued to function along the same fines. It reviewed in intimate detail all she could remember of her lewd acts with Saul, though much of it seemed fogged, and even as she knew remorseful shame time and again, the pain of Saul's and Sergeant's loss by far outweighed it.

She would never see either of them again, she felt certain. Their brief passing through her life had been a meaningful phenomenon, perhaps meant to make or break her! And she lingered on that teeter-board, didn't she? Shame continued to spiral through her like wafts of choking smoke, but she could cough it away, and when it was gone there were all the breaths of sensual excitement that Asiatic street-boy had raised, then erotically satisfied within her!

Oh, the little, lovable devil! With his whores and Joes, and his Mr. Ace! Who was he? Mr. Ace! That absurd alias, or was it a title of sorts? She tried to think of when they had talked about such an individual and couldn't. Yet, the name had registered with her! Mr. Ace, He would pay ten-thousand American bucks for you!

Kysa shook her head and drank heavily from her glass. So much had happened so quickly between them, and Sergeant! God, she thought, her half-morbid, half-invigorated mind racing back and forth between the somber and the sensual, the ultimate realization finally fixing itself that Mark Keller would very, very soon again be her whole overwhelming world!

C-Could they find it together? Now, so much had happened during their separation! She loved him! There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind about that, but, but love was many things, wasn't it? Could he, would he love her as that fourteen year old boy had done, like an innocently smiling little slave, firing her so that she could do the same to him? God, she had never realized the importance of such love-making, where each subjects one's self to the other's passionate delights!

Kysa drained her glass enroute to the kitchen to make another, contemplating changing the mini-dress she had worn to the airport for shorts and halter. The tingling feel of the cool liquid spilling down her throat pleased her, and on the second, she drank half of it right then and there. Damn, she needed an uplift of some sort, and it was nicely doing the job.

Suddenly, she was very confident that Mark would manage something. He loved them

both as much as did she, and even before ! Yes, he would, her darling, Mark, and then, then, she would have all of them around her!

Goddddd!

The bell at the front entrance rang before she had retraced her steps into the living room. Setting her glass down, Kysa walked to the door, tugging it open, annoyed at having her private world interrupted. She had expected an unknown face, a salesman of some nature, but instead she looked into that of the young neighbor boy, Kent.

"Oh, Kent, what, can, can I do something for you?"

Brock Jensen was anything but a gentle person, and aware of it, the massive, bewhiskered man took certain pride in the fact. His own father, a brute who had believed in the wisdom of the horsewhip as well as the evils of education, had been his cruel teacher. He'd hated his father with a passion, and the day he had found him dead in the barn from a heart attack, he had taken the old man's bottle of whiskey from its hiding place and sat down beside the dead body to laugh and drink himself drunk.

As near as possible, he had raised Kent under the same rules of tyranny, except that the law, as well as his wife while she lived, had demanded the boy attend school until he was sixteen. Brock had realized the waste of this, but a poor man couldn't fight the law and a wise man never argued with a bitch-woman. He was only sorry that she had died before their overgrown offspring had been arrested for using and selling marijuana. Christ, how he would've gloated and taunted her with that. As it was, his only satisfaction came in the knowing that he had been right, and his continual punishment of the son whom the court had seen fit to release to him on probation until the boy was twenty-one.

Naturally, Brock had snatched the big oaf out of school immediately and put him to work around the building where he himself had been caretaker for five years. Now with his bitch- wife dead and cold in the ground and the boy to do the work, the fat, barrel-chested father was enjoying his version of the fruits of life for the first time in his half-century of living, drinking his daily fill of booze and wenching with the tavern sluts to his lusty heart's content.

But the goddamned kid was not only lazy, he was sneaky and undependable, traits he'd inherited from his mother. It was necessary that Brock have one eye on him all the while if they were to keep the work up around the building, which was exactly what the grey-haired, bearded man was doing at the moment, only to see his muscular, blond-haired son standing at the open doorway of the Keller apartment talking to the Captain's sweet-assed young wife.

Just what in hell was he up to, anyway? Brock had seen her drive off with the foreign kid and his dog, then come back alone, deciding that it couldn't be him Kent was looking for. Anyway, there was no goddamned time for him to fuck-off with that scrawny little shit! If he didn't have enough to keep him busy, Brock could damn sure find more, But sonofabitch, she was letting the stupid lunkhead in, stepping aside and, sure as hell, Kent was going in and closing the door behind him!

J-Just what in hell was going on, anyway, the powerful man wondered as he swilled from his can of beer, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on the closed door. Hmmmmmm, maybe she's having trouble with that drain again, or the leaky faucet in the bathroom? Whatever, he'd just stand right there and watch for a few minutes, and that fat-headed kid better not be too damned long at it either.

"I-I couldn't imagine who it might be," Kysa said with a questioning little smile. "Y-You know, of course, that I had to take Saul and Sergeant to the airport. They have to be up at March Air Force Base tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, I saw you leave, then come back," the big boy said, shifting his solid weight almost nervously from one foot to the other. His small blue eyes moved wetly over her in a sweeping glance, causing an uneasy feeling to flutter through the blonde young wife. "I-I been waiting to talk to you about something, something important, Mrs. Keller."

"Oh?" Kysa followed with surprise.

"Well, what is it, Kent?"

"I-It's going to take a few minutes to explain, Ma'am, and , and if my Paw sees me standing here, well," he said, hoping she would take the hint.

For a hesitant moment, Kysa stood silently surveying the older boy, well aware of the strict treatment his father subjected him to, and why. She'd never had much contact with the big blond youth, actually having little reason to, and she

wondered if maybe it was not his size that made her feel uneasy around him. However, she knew about his scrape with the law and felt that his father was unnecessarily punishing him, especially after the court had been lenient enough to let him free on probation, besides, he had befriended Saul, and that had found a soft spot with her.

"C-Come in dear," she finally invited, stepping to oneside and holding the door for him, subconsciously fingering the low-cut front of her revealing summer mini. She closed the door and followed, pointing toward a chair. "Sit down, Kent," she offered, easing down onto the arm of another and carefully angling her long legs into an inconspicuous position. "Now, what is it you want to talk to me about?"

Kent dropped onto the davenport and edgily rubbed the palms of his big hands against his thighs. He stared at her, his thick tongue licking out to moisten his worm-like lips. "I-I guess I might as well come right out with it, eh?"

Kysa continued to study him, noting the trace of a half- smile tugging suggestively at his mouth, a feeling of tightness beginning to gnaw at the base of her belly. It was the way he had said it, plus the dull gleam in his blue eyes which she had not noticed before that made his grinning expression one of luridness to her, causing sudden little chills to apprehensively race up her back.

"J-Just what are you trying to say, Kent?" she managed, the strain in her voice apparent.

The heavy-set, blond headed boy leaned forward in his sitting position, once more licking at his thick lips, then said: "I saw it all last night, Mrs. Keller, between you and Saul on his bed, I mean, you sucking him and he licking your cunt, then, the way you got on top and fucked him, like maybe you weren't ever going to get enough! Yeah, I watched it all, Ma'am, and I thought it'd be nice if you did the same thing to me, eh?"

Kysa sensed the blood drain from her face as the impact of his horrifying statement struck her like a severe blow-to the solar plexus. For a moment, she thought she might faint, almost wishing she could! Awe-stricken, she gaped at him, unable to think, move, or speak! She was petrified!

"Hope I haven't upset you, Mrs. Keller," he went on, the lewd grin distorting his oafish face glaring meaningfully at her. "I mean, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone, like your husband, or the fuzz, eh? That is, as long's you're nice to me, Maybe, a good suck job, then a fuck would do, for this time."

"Ooohhh, my God!" Kysa moaned, the full meaning of his intentions shockingly registering in her mind, his filthily spewed four-letter words tormentively bouncing against the walls of her skull! In seconds, rage followed, fuming and born out of growing desperation at his brazenly vile attempt to blackmail her!

"Y-You better get out of here, Kent Jensen, and right this minute before I call your father!" Kysa heard her own unsteady voice breakingly threaten. "I mean it! Get out this minute!"

"Oh shit, lady!" the broad-shouldered youth vulgarly spat with a snigger. "Now just what the hell good would that do you? I've got you cold and you know it! Last night you and that Asian fink went the whole suck-fuck route, and how do you know that maybe I didn't take a few pictures of your little party? But whether I did or didn't, you're sure going to have one hell of an explaining job if I let the word out. And don't think for a goddamned minute that the fuzz couldn't make that little scrawny shit spill all he knows! Anyway, why take the gamble, Mrs. K? All you have to do is just lead the way into the bedroom and strip down, the rest I'll take care of itself, once you get an eyeful of a man-sized cock for a change!"

No, she wasn't going to faint, nor was it as simple as a nightmare she could awaken from! But worse, were the incredible, tiny sensations of ridiculous excitement his obscene demands and use of lewd terms were stirring up inside her! Good God! What insane thing had suddenly happened to her chemistry that she could be sensually aroused by the likes of this overgrown young monster who intended to actually force her into having sex with him? She must be losing her mind for certain! I-It just couldn't be the drinks, could it? She'd had only two, but....

Abruptly, Kent got to his feet, his move frightening Kysa onto her own. She retreated a step with a sharp intake of breath, not trying to hide her open fear. He was still half-grinning, his small, teenaged eyes beady with growing excitement.

"D-Don't touch me, Kent! Don't, Kysa hissed, her green eyes saucered as she took another step backwards, then dropped them to the swollen bulge in the front of his faded jeans. The obvious outline of his thickly lengthening penis was like an irresistible lodestone to them. "Oh God, God! Stay away from me! Y-You horrible young boy, you!"

"And you're a cock-sucking whore!" he spat bitterly, reaching out to catch her by the wrist and jerk her tightly against him, his powerful teenaged arms wrapping around her. "So, I'm a horrible young boy, am I? Well, you don't know the half of it, you child molesting bitch!" he hoarsely added, smothering his young wormish-lips down onto her soft, ripe ones, his meaty hand suddenly twisting into her long, blonde hair from behind.

Kysa reactively struggled against the overwhelming might of him, both revulsed and sensuaIIy stimulated by the wet, tongue-ramming feel of his half-opened mouth covering hers, and the pungent odor of masculine perspiration acridly filling her head! He held her then with one vise-like arm around her hour-glass waist, his huge hand ensnarled in her hair to force her head back and her face up to him. With the other, he plunged it brutally inside the front of her low-cut mini with a little ripping sound, until he was harshly clutching the naked, yielding flesh of one sensitive breast inside her wispy bra! She whimpered against his brutal, slobbering mouth and tongue as he began to animalishly maul the resilient, tender mound, kneading and gouging its defenselessly giving whiteness, finally pinching its tiny nipple into unwanted hardness with an almost savage ignorance.

"Oh God, please, Kent?" she pleaded, twisting her mouth free. "You're hurting it! Don't, ohhhhhh, please, Kent?"

"Please, my ass!" the big teenager leered back at her. "You weren't begging Saul off you last night, lady, and it ain't going to do you any good to try it on me! You're going to put out, damn you, even if I have to rape you!"

"That's exactly what you'll be doing, raping me!" Kysa gasped, trying to wedge her hands between them and against his deep young chest. "And you know what they'll do to you for that? There won't be any probation like you're on now!"

"Don't try to hand me that crap, Mrs. Keller!" Kent snarled down into her paled, emotion-filled face. "You aren't going to take the chance of turning me in and we both know that. How would you ever explain Saul to your husband, saying nothing of the cops? Now, come on, it's going to be nicer for both of us if you cooperate, but either way, it's going to happen, Mrs. Keller , you're going to suck my cock and balls dry!"

The horrible truth of his words washed through Kysa's brain like a raging, resistance-crushing tidal wave! She was totally helpless against his compromising advances and she knew it as well as did he! There was absolutely nothing she could do but submit to whatever he demanded of her, the shocking realization inciting an unbelievable feeling of subjugation within her, a tell tale, masochistic groan raising in her slender white throat.

Oh dear God!

His hot breath rasped down into her face. He continued to hold her tightly against him, his hand cruelly wound in her, hair, the other gentling as it kneaded and explored her now completely exposed breasts from his tearing of the front of her dress and bra. He mashed his thick young lips down onto her lush, unresisting ones again, spearing his long, hot tongue wetly into her mouth to lewdly lash at her own. Her mind continued to swirl with the incredulity of the situation and the baffling thrills of sensuality his lustful young manhandling of her were shamefully filing in her tense, soft belly and rapidly moistening

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loins. He hauled her tighter to him then, grinding his solid, masculine pelvis against the supple give of her yielding little belly and she felt it, the long, thick hardness of his swollen teenaged penis through the material of their clothing, its unmistakable throbbing presence quickly wiping all else from her unknowingly drugged brain!

A wild sensation of unsolicited arousal charged through Kysa at the feel of its startling hugeness pressuring into the resilience of her excited, round belly. Tiny quivers of mounting desire swept uncontrollably upward along the smooth hollow of her back, a second little masochistic moan escaping her as she slipped her arms around his neck, mindlessly forcing her revering loins tighter to him! God, was he just a boy? She could barely conceive of that any longer with the hot, promising feel of his lengthy rod of thick hardness pulsating against her trembling belly which was now straining smotheringly to it!

God forgive her, but it was happening to her again, just as it had the night before with Saul, the blind desertion of all control at the mere feel of his young, throbbing cock! But this made even less sense to her than her reaction to Saul! There had been a strong feeling, a possessive love for that enchanting, young darling, while this one who was more of a man than a boy she wanted to loathe for forcing her to submit, yet she couldn't help herself! The same insane and lecherous sensations had already reared into being within her feverishly smoldering loins, plus the weird masochistic thrill which was causing her to strain shamefully against him, her breathing shortening in its panting gasps!

Kent sensed the collapse of her weak resistance, a surge of young, wild lust rocketing through him. Hell, it'd been a lot easier than lied expected! She'd just seemed to come unglued the moment he'd ground his hard cock into the hot softness of that rounded little belly of hers! Christ, it was enough to drive him bonkers, but there wasn't any doubt about it the way she was fuming on! She was actually kissing him back now, and sucking his tongue, her sexy, fucking hips and that quivering belly rubbing in little circles against his ever-stiffening cock! Goddamn, her beautiful big tits were burning right into the palms of his hands! He'd had a few girls before, but none of them had tits as luscious as hers!

He jerked his head upright and spoke while he continued to fondle and massage her warm, passion-swelling breasts. "W-Where we going to do it, Mrs. Keller?"

Kysa stared up into the lust-filled, small eyes of his young, excited face, her breathing coming in roused, heaving breast movements. His powerful teenaged loins with the enthralling long thickness of his hardened penis remained burningly pressured against the trembling resilience of her straining belly, and she felt the first sensuous seepage of warm vaginal moisture oozing from between her fleshy pussy-lips to dampen the thin strip of sheer nylon snugged against them between her tingling thighs. No longer did she feel any urge to resist him; that only meant denial for herself, and she had already reached far beyond that point! She had to see it, hold it in her hand, suck it into her mouth just as she had for Saul!

"N-Not here," the impassioned young housewife whispered huskily. She took his hand and he let free of her. "Come on, into my bedroom, If we're going to do it, let's, let's both get naked so we can do it right, that is."

Kent could hardly wait to see her stripped naked again with that terrific voluptuous body of hers, only this time it would be just for him, the remembered sight of her lushly rounded curves just about to orbit him! Christ, he'd never had such a case of hot nuts in his life!

"All right, let's not waste time, darling," Kysa hotly whispered, turning to face him in the center of the bedroom, the rippling, rounded mounds of her full white breasts still erotically exposed through her tom dress and bra, their tiny pink nipples raised into marble-like hardness. "Well?" she pressed, moving closer to begin tugging up his T-shirt, her sultry green eyes sparkling with a gleam he had noticed for the first time.

The husky teenager hadn't realized that he was hesitating, but he was, the wild expression in those sexy eyes of hers temporarily sapping the boldness from him, making him remember that she was a woman, an adult woman, not some scared shitless school girl like the few he had managed to seduce! Goddamn, supposing he wasn't man enough for her after all? Or maybe he'd shoot his load right off like a baby-assed kid! Christ, wouldn't she have the laugh on him though, after all his big friggin' talk?

"Well, Kent? What's wrong, darling?" Kysa urged, catching the flash of apprehension that passed over his face. God, she couldn't let him get cold feet now! And he was, he was! Ooooohhhh! She stepped back and with a minimum effort stripped away her damaged dress and ruined little bra to stand in front of Mm wearing only her tiny black bikini panties. She watched his lower jaw grow slack as she provocatively wriggled them down over the smooth, flared arch of her hips and full tanned thighs, lifting each long leg in turn to step out of them. "There, now don't tell me the boy with the big hard cock isn't brave enough to take what he came for?" she lewdly derided, spreading those long shapely legs slightly apart as she placed her hands on the rounded curves of her smooth, white hips and lustfully smiled at him.

"Christ!" he swore half under his breath, the sound of the weird change coming suddenly over and the word cock tumbling from her moistly ripened lips firing him almost as much as the revealed sight of her curvaceous, naked beauty. She was goading him, trying to make fun of him and he knew it. He felt the perspiration beading out on his forehead as he let his eyes rake lustfully over her mind-bending delights from head to toe and back again, from the golden triangle of curls between her rounded, full thighs, sparsely covering the thin crevice of glistening pink flesh separating her pouting cunt-lips, to the firm white mounds of her hardened-nippled tits he had already made a hand-shaking acquaintance with!

He felt his breathing laboriously increasing in his cotton- dry throat, his long length of hardened prick adding a hurtful spasm in its confinement to his wildly

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building, sensual appetite. The bitch! He'd show her! Tease him, would she? Okay, but nothing was going to go wrong with this deal! He'd show her the difference between a finky kid-cock and something man- sized! Yeah, and she was going to suck it all the way, too, until he shot his goddamned load right into her pretty, taunting mouth!

Kysa intended to torment him further if necessary, but suddenly he was pulling and ripping at his clothes, his oafish face abruptly assuming an animal-like expression of almost frightening lust. She backed away toward the bed, having second thoughts concerning her wisdom in needling him. But there was hardly time for that now, for in seconds he had stripped naked and immediately she was too taken up with the long, rigid thickness of hardened penile-flesh poling out from his young, hairy loins! She gasped at the unexpected bigness of it, her eyes sweeping down to the heavy, cum-bloating sac of his teenaged balls hanging virilely between his powerful legs, and then he was moving toward where she had almost breathlessly dropped onto the edge of the bed.

"Now, goddamn you! You're going to suck it!" Kent luridly blurted. "And you're going to suck it 'till I shoot right in your mouth! So don't try to fight me, or I'll shove it all the way down your fucking throat! We'll see who's afraid, you bitch!"

Fight him? Damn, she could almost cry with the insane craving, the maddening desire torturously burning inside her! Fight him? Dear God, only to get at him and plunge his handsome thick cock into her mouth! Yes, yesss! She had to suck its hot, nectarous cum from the depths of his beautiful, cum-laden balls down into her own hungry throat and belly!

"You understand me, damn you?" Kent snarlingly spat down at her, grasping a handful of her long, golden hair once more for emphasis.

"Yes, yes! I do understand, Kent!" Kysa masochistically whimpered from the sharp pain to her scalp, tiny sensations of mindless lust racing fierily through her drug-incited, susceptible young body. "Please, get onto the bed for me."

"When I get ready I'll get on the fucking bed, bitch!" he coarsely sneered, his sudden sense of power over her charging sadistic waves of new excitement through him. "I-I thought of this all night, lady, just the way I wanted you to do it! And there's more, too! When I watched you and Saul, I couldn't help but wonder how your tits and ass, your hot, wet cunt would feel to my hands, and now I'm going to find out all of it! And you're just going to do every single goddamned thing I say! You got that straight?"

"Y-Yes, yes, darling, but please let go of my hair! You're hurting me!" Kysa begged, and finally he did.

He made a mean grin and straightened above where she sat, moving in closer until his long, thick cock with its moistened, purplish head partly visible from its uncircumcised foreskin was nearly level with and only inches from her face. Kysa gaped at it, its proximity making it seem huge! It was bigger than Mark's in both length and thickness, as were his bullish, young balls! And while she gaped at it, his hand suddenly dropped down to lewdly grasp hold of the thick, hardened organ, then obscenely pulled the loose outer skin back away from the glistening, spongy cockhead!

"Kiss it, Mrs. Captain Keller!" Kent commanded in a hoarse, almost cracking voice. "Kiss it and lick your hot tongue all over the head!"

The passion-inflamed, naked Kysa, not wanting to give away the lustful anxiety which was almost frantically consuming her entire wits, leaned slowly forward. She placed her pursed, warm lips to its hot, rubbery tip and held them there before excitedly letting her little tongue slip between them, its wiggling, wet end stealing the pearlish drop of his youthful pungent semen oozing from its tiny slit. Then, she wormed the very minute point of her tongue into the baby-like opening in his cockhead, causing him to jerk spasmodically, his powerful young frame shuddering from the contact.

"G-Goddamn!" he cursed, thrusting his strong young loins obscenely forward. "You hold it, and take it in your mouth! Suck it for awhile so I can see!"

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Kent watched in sensual fascination her small, white hand reaching up to lewdly curl part way around his thickly swollen hardness, feverish bursts of young, bottled-up lust slashing through him like hot-bladed razors when he saw her lush, lip- glossed mouth open and slip widely over the huge, mushroom-shaped tip of his wetly throbbing cockhead! A knee-jelling quake rocked him from head to toe as her dainty feminine tongue began to caressingly twirl around it, and then her other hot little hand was weighingly cupping his tingling, heavy balls between his spread legs, while her liquid heated mouth and soft, ovalled lips began to work back and forth! Jumping fuck! There it was! The luscious aristocratic-looking Mrs. Keller was sucking him, him, Kent Jensen, taking his overgrown hard cock right into her beautiful, sexy mouth the way he'd pictured it last night and a hundred nights before!

Kysa couldn't contain the moans of delight rising passionately from deep inside her and humming out along the fused veined rod of his hardened cock she was sucking deep into her mouth toward her throat. She felt the sensuous secretions seeping wetly from her smoldering vagina to dribble between her hot, blood-swollen cunt-lips, saturating the bed covering beneath where she sat. If he weren't standing between her widely-spread thighs, she could squeeze them together and deliciously pinch the tiny bud of her erect clit with those sensitive, hair-lined pussylips, but he was!

"W-Wait! Wait! Christ, that's enough of that for a minute!" she heard his command. "Now, lay back and hold your legs up! I want to took at your cunt, Mrs. Keller! I'm going to open it way up wide and look right up inside it! Hold 'em up and back, spread wide!"

Once again, the sensations of servile lust washed over Kysa in a torrent of mind-destroying subjugation. She did exactly as he ordered, drawing her shapely, naked legs back as far as she could and spread them wide so that the flat, gold and pink plane of her exposed loins and upswept buttocks were completely vulnerable to his any warped whim! Unprecedented sensations of blinding salacity raked over the tingling nerve-ends of her nakedly displayed body as she lay obscenely sprawled open for him in the most debauched of positions. She couldn't help but think what a lustfully arousing sight she made for him with her long tanned Jags so luridly drawn up and yawning openly to present to him her feverishly moistened cunt! She could feel the cool brush of air caressing the tiny mouth of her anus between her lasciviously splayed buttocks!

God, whatever it was that had totally destroyed and degraded her, she no longer wanted to know! Only these deliciously abandoned obscenities mattered, and the ultimate pleasures they would bring her!

Kent dropped to his knees, leaning forward between her held- back, upraised legs and full, widespread thighs. Christ! He could see her tiny, pink ass all puckered and inviting, perfectly centered in the smooth, secret crevice between the satiny moons of her taut, white buttocks. And above, maybe an inch away, began the thin, moistened ribbon of pink inner flesh dividing the almost kissing, curl-fringed lips of her fleecy cunt in all its golden wonder! With hot, rasping breaths, the teenager feasted on the glistening, tight delicacy, his large youthful hands moving forward.

With thumbs which caused her to lurch when they touched the hot, pouting swollenness, Kent breathlessly parted the raggedly clinging folds of outer flesh, his eyes simultaneously gaping at the child-like, recessed hole of her dimpled anus, watching its ovalled, tiny lips working like a baby's mouth

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beneath his teasing cuntal exploration. Then, he saw it, her cunt-hole, a viscid coating of sensuous moisture glossing the palpitating opening as well as the delicate little petals above, which he quickly spread apart to find her tiny, glimmering clit erectly quivering!

His ignorant young brain reeled with the raciness of the sensual sight. Fuck, he was going to blow his cookies if he didn't do something to let off the crazy-wild pressure mounting in his aching cock and balls soon! Should he fuck her? No! Another time he'd do that! She had to suck him off first the way he'd planned! Yeah, it was time for her to swallow his cum,

Kysa lay willingly in her obscene position, her quaking, naked body an absolute sensual mystery to her, completely unaware that she had reincited its maddening drugged lust with two uplifting drinks which had added fuel to a never-quenched fire. Her matching brain was sinking further and further into the same hellish heat of masochistic flames this brutal boy's lustful enslavement of her was firing, And she never wanted it to stop! Uncontrollably, she vaguely realized, she was reveling in her vulnerable helplessness, and she moaned out in soul-consuming passion at his youthful handling and fingering of her defenselessly exposed cunt!

Then, abruptly, he bolted to his feet and clambered onto the bed around her, throwing himself onto his back and spreading his strong legs wide apart. "Come on! Get up here between my legs on your knees and suck me off, Mrs. Keller!" he demanded, his thick, young voice still and brittle in its authority. "Hurry up! I want to watch you, see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock and your head bobbing up and down on it! Do it now, damn it!"

In her desire-inflamed haze, Kysa quickly got onto her knees and crawled between his spread legs, feeling the full weight of her hanging breasts erotically rippling and swaying with her movements, her long tresses grazing his muscular thighs and stomach as she positioned herself. There was no revulsion inside her for the oral performance he was demanding of her. It was the very wanton act she had been hungrily awaiting, and for a moment, fearfully thought he was going to deny her! Eagerly, she stared down at his long, ceiling-pointed thickness of towering young cock, then clasped it between finger and thumb at the hairy base of its broadening root. Never hesitating, she drew down its heavy foreskin and plunged her ovalled lips over the moistened rubbery knob of its fire-filled, swollen head, locking them in a pressured suction just below its coronal rim while her tongue began to excitedly lash and swirl.

One of his TV programs had drawn Brock Jensen's attention from the window where he had been watching for the reappearance of his son from the Keller apartment. Almost an hour and three cans of beer later, the huge bewhiskered man remembered, once more beginning to angrily contemplate the boy's long absence.

Just what in hell was that stupid sonofabitch up to all this time? No plugged up drain or leaky faucet should take this long to repair, besides, come to think of it, he didn't have any tools with him! Yeah, there was something mighty goddamned fishy about this, and he intended to find out what it was!

The big man decided on using the back door where he could pretend he'd knocked if he didn't see them through the glass in the kitchen. The front way demanded that he use the buzzer; besides, as building caretaker, he was expected to use the service entrance, which was another thing that bothered him: Kent had gone to her front door. Well, he'd just see what this was all about, and if that goddamned lunkhead was just sitting on his ass in there, pissing away the time, there was going to be hell to pay!

Through beer-blurred, red-rimmed eyes, Brock saw that the kitchen was empty through the glass of the door, then hesitated, giving it all second thought. Christ, did he dare just walk light into a tenant's apartment this way? Shit, it could cost him his job, but that frigging-assed goof-off of his was in there , and for what? Maybe the door was locked anyway! He tried it, quietly turning the knob, No, it wasn't, and he let it swing silently inward!

Brock let another intensely listening minute pass before he took a wary step inside the little kitchen; the whirring sound of the refrigerator was all that greeted his ears. He listened for voices, none! Shit, now that was crazier yet, because he knew the kid was in here, had seen that blonde, sweet-assed beauty let him in herself, unless he'd left through the back door, but where the hell was he if he had?

A moan-like sound reached Brock, then, causing the huge man to prick up his ears. Once more, he was almost positive he'd heard another! Walking stealthily,

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Brock crossed the kitchen to peer into the empty living room of the small apartment. Suddenly, he most definitely heard a gutturalish groan, and it was coming from one of the bedrooms along the little hallway! He moved toward it, peeking into the first empty one, and finally the second! Jesus H. Christ!

Had he been slugged with a crowbar, Brock Jensen wouldn't have been more stunned that he was at the sight taking place on the bed! He'd found him, all right, both of them, and as naked as a pair of fucking jay-birds! Sonofabitch! That luscious, sweet- assed cunt was sucking Kent's cock, plunging her pretty, lush- lipped mouth down on it like one of Maude Tawney's downtown whores, except Maude never kept anything like this curvy bitch in stock!

Brock didn't try to hide his presence in the open doorway, but neither could he move or speak for a full minute, the jolt had been that great! What at first had been a wave of shock and growing rage was rapidly turning into unhideable, raw lust inside the huge, bearded father, plus a never-before measure of respect for the son he'd been certain hadn't brains enough to catch a cold! And goddamn, here he was being sucked off by the most delicious piece of naked woman Brock had ever laid his eyes on! Not only that, but the kid was a real chip off the old block! Christ, he'd had no idea that Kent had a cock on him like that!

Brock locked his small eyes on the voluptuously naked, full rounded moons of Mrs. Keller's gorgeous white ass staring up at him, her smooth, tanned thighs spread just enough for him to clearly see the moist, pink ribbon of flesh between the pouting lips of her blonde, hair-fringed cunt and his own heavy cock gave a mighty lurch inside his pants.

Sonofabitch! Damned if maybe he hadn't had this kid of his figured wrong all along,

"Ooooooh, shitttt!" Kent grunted to the intensive sensations her hot, nursing mouth had sent raging through him. His loins jerked convulsively in an upward, heaving motion, his small eyes riveted in desire-glazed captivation at the sight of her moistened, ripe lips ovally absorbing his thick cock and beginning to slide up and down the blood-engorged rod of the rigidly aching hardness.

"Oh goddamn, he'd fuck her, too! He'd fuck her in the ass and cunt, just as he was in the mouth! She couldn't do a frigging thing but let him! He could fuck her any time and any way he wanted to!

And then, Kent horrifyingly saw the huge, menacing figure of his father filling the doorway, his little red-rimmed eyes glaring down at them like some medieval monster out of a fairy-tale!

Oh, Christ! He was going to kill them both!

Frantically, he tried to struggle up to his elbows and at the same time stop Mrs. Keller who was sucking his cock feverishly like a mad woman, but he saw his father's big hand jerk up toward his bearded face to lay a finger across his lips in a gestured order of silence! Kent stared at him in fretfully petrified wonderment, until the leer twisted his thick lips and he began to pull at the front of his pants!

Shit, this was too much to pass up, Brock Jensen had goatishly concluded almost from the moment he'd first discovered them! He was going to have some of that delicious looking young cunt if it was humanly possible, and he'd fucking-well decided that it was, after considering all the angles! Kent had caught and read his signal and was already laying back with a disbelieving sigh of relief, as if he'd just been granted a reprieve from the gallows. Goddamn, the kid was okay, yeah, okay, and they were going to be a hell of a lot closer from now on! Brock couldn't help but proudly grin down at him grunting and groaning now as the boy watched the top of the bitch's bobbing head and began to uncontrollably rotate his teenaged hips, sliding his husky length of hard cock up in and down out of her mouth with a lewd, wet sucking sound, his young hands suddenly winding in her long blonde hair.

Brock saw her tiny black panties on the floor and reached down, snatching them up, holding them to his nose. They were sheer, sexy things, no more than a wisp of diaphanous nylon, but the blend of perfume mixed with the tangy aroma of her excited cuntal secretions sent wild sensations of lecherous lust charging through his massive body. He watched her sluttish performance while he inhaled deeply from the crotch of the tiny garment, watched in lewd fascination the puffing of her smooth white cheeks as her head bobbed obscenely up and down over his son's husky young cock like some subservient degenerate, and Kent began to ram the length of thick hardness upward between her ovally sucking lips with a new excited fury.

The teenager couldn't believe it was happening, but it sure as hell was! Instead of beating them both half to death, the old man was going to join them! Jesus Christ, the lusty old sonofabitch couldn't resist the mind-bending sight of her naked, upthrust ass and blonde curled little pussy! That was it, all right, and he was stripping, a goddamned look of admiration on his whiskered face, the first one Kent could ever remember seeing there meant for him! Proudly, he grinned up at his father, his own face broadening with every pelvic upthrust into her receptively sucking mouth, while she moaned in ravenous, abandoned passion between his legs!

Kent lifted his head again and watched with lust-mounting eyes as the young naked wife's softly nibbling lips clasped greedily around his growing cock fucking upward into her grotesquely contorted face. Oh what a fucking surprise she was in for, he thought, glancing at his Pa's huge, rock-hard cock cleaving the air when he finally kicked off his shorts and stood naked like a mountain of hairy flesh behind her! Jesus, his old man must have the biggest cock in the world, and he'd lay money it was the meanest, too! But he couldn't concentrate on that at the moment, not with the way she was sucking him!

He watched the tensiled rim of her moistened lips clasping around his painfully throbbing cock as though held there by some unseen force. He gunned salaciously as he fucked her mouth with merciless thrust, gaping at her hungrily slaving,

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sucking and licking his blood-pounding rod of prick-flesh in a frenzy of lust he could hardly believe.

She'd taken both small hands to possessively cup and squeeze his cum-inflated balls, and he could see the sticky, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her widely ovalled mouth in lewd, thinly trickling little rivulets. Stressing sensations were churning in the very depths of him as she omnivorously pulled at his expanding cock, the hardened sinewy length of it like a fusion of her distorted face and his pelvis! He heaved upward with hollowing buttocks, lifting off the bed as he drove it far up into the wet heat of her eagerly sucking mouth and throat, until the wiriness of his pubic hair was brushing the tip of her pretty little nose, while his near-bursting balls danced beneath in her hands in a bloating build-up of tormentively seething pressure!

Kysa was completely oblivious to all but Kent's hardened, thick length of prick throbbing deliciously between her passionately nursing cheeks and tongue, the licking flames of sensual desire raging more intensely with every passing moment within the burning core of her drug-incited young loins. She felt them from the feverishly heated outer lips of her blood-throbbing pussy to the intricate depths of her wildly impassioned belly. The hungering fluid channel of her swallowing vagina-throat pulsed with a desirous greed of its own, while her mind could conceive only of the moment when his intensely hardened young cock would suddenly ejaculate, squirting its thick, virilely youthful cum into the mouth and throat, that single thought driving her wild with sensual anticipation!

Abruptly, a vague sense of reasoning flashed through her passion-dimmed mind as she felt new and additional weight sagging the bed behind her, and she tried to jerk her head upward to look back, but Kent's hands entangled in her hair held her fast onto his hard raping cock!

God! What, who, what was happening?

"Don't get upset, Mrs. Keller!" a harsh, slurry voice came down to her, its familiar ring not registering clearly at first. "Just go on sucking cock and keep your lovely little ass raised high up in the air that way! Daddy's got a present for you back here!"

"That's it Pa! Go ahead, ram it to her!" Kent exclaimed, elated and still hardly believing his new-found camaraderie with the man he'd grown up to hate. "She fucked and sucked that goddamned foreign kid last night and I saw them!"

"So you decided to get a little of your own, eh boy?" Brock questioned, putting two and two together.

"Well, why not, if she's passing it out that cheap? Ain't that right, Pa?" Kent quickly answered and asked at the same time. "Wouldn't you?"

"Ha! I'm here doing the same thing, ain't I, boy?" his father reminded him with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, you sure as hell are! Goddamn, Pa, you're okay, okay, and that's no shit, honest!"

"You're all right too, Kent my boy, but we'll talk about that later, eh?" the naked gorilla-like man said. "Right now, kid, let's give this luscious little bitch a father- and-son double-fuck that she won't ever forget!"

Kysa heard them laugh obscenely between them, even knew that she should be feeling some of the horror of panic or revulsion, and at the very least, shame, but none of these emotions remotely touched her! Only the lustfully burning sensations which were insatiably firing her naked desire mattered! God! They had to love her, to fuck her in every obscene way imaginable, squirt their scalding, white cum into her passionately craving body! It was the only way, only way! She had to have their pleasure-bringing hard penises plunging into her!

Brock's massive cock was already pulsating in its mounting, almost hurting need and he stared lustfully at the warm, and voluptuous, white young body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up the soft inner-sides of her thighs to the sparse, golden- lined lips of her cunt and stared lustfully at the thin pink separation, tracing its moistened slit with a forefinger all the way up between the creamy moons of her buttocks to the hairless, puckered hole of her tiny,

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slightly pulsating anus. Her fleshy cunt-lips, the tiny puffy folds of flushed delight, quivered excitedly to his touch, while the moons of her exotically rounded ass trembled and began to rotate before him in tiny greedily seeking little circles.

Christ! She really wanted it bad, This was going to be the hottest fuck he'd ever had.

Captain Mark Keller didn't dare look over at the beaming Asian boy beside him in their plane seat, afraid that he would start kissing him all over again. And, he could be thankful, too, that Sergeant was below in the hold. He grinned to himself, as pleased as was the shrewd, appreciative boy beside him who had finally settled down enough to look out the window at the peaceful country below them.

The handsome, young ex-Air Force officer was happy now that he had not told his wife all of the truth when he'd called earlier in the day. The facts were that he had been separated from the service that very morning, and had then been informed that Major- General Whip was arriving for an overnight stay at the base and that an emergency hearing had been set up for Saul with the old General setting on the panel. Mark's commanding officer had arranged it all, emphasizing General Whip's influence with the Immigration people. If he took to the boy, and Mark, there was no doubt that he could pull the right strings. The surprise had come when the General dryly insisted that the hearing be held immediately, that he had other things scheduled besides setting on panels having to do with the future of dogs. So less than an hour after Saul and Sergeant had stepped off the plane in Riverside, they had been rushed into the hearing!

Damn, Mark could still hardly believe it! "After all, gentlemen, isn't finding some measure of peace for these war-torn people, especially the young, what we are all fighting for?" General Whip had tossed amongst them, and that was all that had been necessary. Five minutes later it was over, and it had taken them exactly two hours to clear the base and climb aboard this commercial plane which was flying them back south to San Diego and La Berdina.

All in the same day, and what a surprise it was going to be for Kysa when they walked in on her, waiting in the apartment and wondering. Goddamn, she had a son, now! Son and dog, plus a rich husband, who still didn't know exactly how he was going to break that news to her, or how she would take it. But he'd made up his mind to tell her the whole bit, including the history behind "Mr. Ace." It was the only way if they were ever going to make it, a clean slate with nothing weighing on his conscience. As for the sexual end of it? He still wondered how he was ever going to re-adapt himself in that category after knowing the never ending delights of his eastern bunnies, but he was damn sure going to try. His Kysa was more than worth the effort. Yeah, and now that his family had suddenly grown, it was going to need room, a little ranch, maybe, on the outskirts of someplace, half-way up a mountain and with a swimming pool!

Of course, re-educating Saul, as well as Sergeant, away from their sex-oriented patterns of existence wasn't going to be an easy, overnight job. Christ, they were steeped in it, both of them, and a certain Mr. Ace could take a good share of the responsibility for that, which was another reason why he had to lay it all on the table for Kysa. It was going to require every bit of patience and understanding both of them together could find inside themselves to Americanize these two street hellions, and probably then some, which was why he'd suggested that Kysa play guardian to them for a few days once he'd decided to try to help them.

Knowing Saul's innocent use of street jargon, and spiced with four-letter words, he'd had no doubt but what the boy would naturally resort to it on an average of every other breath, and he'd reasoned that if Kysa didn't blow her fuse on that score the young tiger might have a home. And evidently she hadn't! He remembered her reply over the phone when he'd asked her how they were all making it together. "We're doing fine, they just can't send them back, can they?"

As yet, Mark and Saul hadn't found time to discuss the boy's stay with Kysa because of their crammed schedule, but the youth's unsolicited, glowing praise for his young wife was enough to convince the ex-officer they'd managed to hit it off well. That it was all going to work out for them, Mark felt certain. There was just the one problem, sex, and in a few hours he was going to be better able to evaluate their future in that department.

"Spread 'em out for me, honey!" Brock Jensen lewdly commanded the mindlessly keyed-up blonde wife kneeling nakedly between the spread legs of his son. "Reach back with both little hands and pull them pretty asscheeks apart for old daddy, eh?"

Kysa knew that she should be screaming in fear and debased shame, but she felt none of these emotions, though she was nearly dwarfed between these two massive brutes, father and son, both of whom were stripped as obscenely naked as was she! Time after time the delicious young spear of rigid hardness she was passionately sucking had nearly strangled her as Kent rammed it toward her throat with cruel, boyishly excited thrusts, but the incessantly burning desire brought on by the yum-yum powder was greater than any pain they could possibly bring her and she answered with little uncontrollable groans around its long, throbbing thickness.

Now, Brock Jensen's lascivious demand only added new fuel to her sensuously inflamed desire. When she'd first felt him taunting her upraised pussy-lips from back behind her, she knew something wonderful was going to happen to her, additional ripples of erotic anticipation charging pleasurefully through her. And now, as he had ordered, she reached back with both hands while she spread her thighs wider, then lewdly pulled the soft, fleshy ovals of her buttocks apart, nakedly exposing the entire panorama of her seething cuntal slit and anus to the huge, bearded man.

Brock Jensen's red-rimmed eyes were like glowing hot coals of lecherous fire, his heavy length of long, thick cock already beginning to feel as if it were weighted with lead at the sight of her perfectly rounded young ass. She was undulating it seductively around while she did as he had commanded and reached back to luridly draw apart the full, smooth ovals. As she did so, he saw the warm glistening droplets of seeping moisture in the sensitive flesh of her pink, spread-open cuntal crevice! Christ, he couldn't stand much of this! The tip of his cock was beginning to burn like a lighted torch! He inched forward on his knees between the long, tanned legs she had invitingly opened wide for him, grasping hold of his long, heavy-veined hardness as he moved, levelling and pressing its blood-filled tip just inside the nibbling wet heat of her fleshy, hair-fringed cunt-lips. He heard her groan around his son's swollen cock at the electrified contact of his fingertip, and he grabbed the sweeping arch of her smoothly rounded hips brutally in his hands, driving its full, thick length solidly up into the liquid sheath of her throbbing vaginal passage!

Kysa had excitedly felt the huge bulge of his fiery cock- tip slip wetly between the lips of her seething pussy, then, the soaring charge as its long, thick rod of blood-stiffened flesh burst into her from behind, plowing its way deep up into her helpless belly with ferocious delight, crashing savagely against her cervix to shockingly confuse her for a moment with its sharp pain-pleasure, and she grunted helplessly around the pumping, hard cock in her mouth! It seemed for that long moment of sensual torment that her mercilessly invaded vagina was ablaze, impaled on a searing length of white-hot metal, its blunted end smashing half way up to her breasts, and God, yes, she wanted it to!

Oooohhhh! The absolutely obscene deliciousness of it! She couldn't get enough, even between the two of them salaciously fucking into both ends of her defenselessly bent, naked body! Blindly, she thrust her small hand down between her quivering thighs to find the pulsing nerve-center of her tiny clit and flick her fingernail teasingly against it!

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Brock Jensen quickly concluded he'd never had anything to equal the likes of the curvaceous young bitch bent in slavish nakedness before him! The goddamned sight alone of her voluptuous white body in its obscene position, prostrate and helpless beneath his rod-hard length of aching cock fucking furiously up into her, had immediately caused the swirling pressure to begin building in his heavy cum-bloated balls. Christ, they felt as if they weighed a ton! His time was coming damn soon! He could feel the tightly locked cuntal ridges inside her still giving way before his battering onslaught as he tried to tunnel deeper up into her hot, tremulous belly.

He hunched in closer behind her nakedly quivering young body, gritting his teeth in goatish lechery as he fucked into her from behind with long, hard lunges. His heavy buttocks hollowed and rippled flabbily with every brutal thrust, his massive, cum- filled balls swinging down hard to slap against the wet, simmering flesh of her wide-splayed cunt-lips below. Sadistically, he held her upturned, hips in total subjection to his mean, stone-hard cock skewering relentlessly up into her, his own broad hips and pelvis flattening the smooth, white moons of her resilient buttocks with loud, breast rippling smacks. He squeezed her soft, satiny flesh in his cruel hands into thick ridges, small, bloodless hillocks of her untanned hips and buttocks, until when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with white bloodlessness on her creamy, unsunned skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped harder, mauling her sensitive, tender flesh from waist to thigh with sadistic delight, wondering if the cock-happy bitch was completely immune to pain!

He stretched the quivering white ovals of her working ass wider with harsh fingers, watching the sensuous pink folds of moistly glistening cunt flesh clinging tightly around his mercilessly rampaging cock. Then, he levered forward until his knees were partially in under her, and with a loud grunt strained his aching, ever-expanding rod a half inch deeper up into her. He felt the hot, fleshy resistance in the very depths of her fervid little belly give before the blunt turgid head. The added pressure up inside her raised a responsive guttural moan from deep in her throat around his son's husky young cock fucking into her mouth.

Kysa's unseeing eyes opened and closed in a glaze of drug- infused passion. There was, had been, pain from the huge, brutal penis plunging up into her inflamed vaginal channel to the burning depths of her hungrily craving belly from behind, but it had been incredible joy since the beginning! Her brain swam ecstatically and her whole naked body was alive with impassioned, lustful bliss. She lewdly ground her receptive buttocks back hard onto the punishing length of solid thick hardness fucking deeply into her and felt the tiny rivulets of her own viscid vaginal moisture dribbling warmly down the soft flesh of her inner thighs, while the growing bubble in her seething belly and loins signaled of what was soon to come!

Wantonly, she tasted and sucked at Kent's delicious young cock filling her avidly nursing mouth to her throat, the maddening thought of it soon squirting out its hot, youthfully fresh cum driving her on in near-frantic anticipation. Oh God, how she wanted that, spewing wildly into her mouth to dribble down her swallowing throat into her desperately hungering belly, his scalding, sweet young cum!

There was nothing else in the universe except the two long, searing cocks ravagingly flicking into her wanting mouth and greedily throbbing pussy. The very lewdness of her helpless position between them and the lustful mental vision of her naked young body being obscenely fucked at both ends simultaneously flashed again through Kysa's drug-incited brain, causing the

ever-increasing hunger in her insatiable belly to maddeningly chum beyond all measure of control. She ground her offered, naked ass back abandonly onto the massive, penile shaft pistoning up into the liquid inferno of her grasping pussy, squeezing and releasing her cuntal muscles like a hot, velvet-lined fist around the big sinewy cock while at the same time she mindlessly sucked with impassioned joy at the near-bursting teenaged hardness stuffing her mouth to her throat. Her cheeks grotesquely hollowed and bloated outward to the rhythm of her masochistic little moans around it. Her eager tongue licked unceasingly over the blood- engorged head, lashing its sensitive, tiny split at the tip with every opportunity. God, why didn't it squirt his hot cum into her mouth? She had to have it filling her belly, just as the huge cock fucking into her from behind would flood her feverishly milking pussy!

Suddenly, Kysa felt the increased fury of the monstrous penile thrusts fucking up into the intricate depths of her fire-filled belly from behind, plus the naked young hips crushing up tighter and tighter against her perspiration-covered face. She could feel Kent's poling hardness begin to tense and jerk in her ravenously sucking mouth, his hands winding cruelly in her hair. His heaving teenaged pelvis closed in on her as if he were trying to shove his pulsating cock all the way down her throat and she tried to accept it! The pubic hair of his youthful loins tickled her nose as she cupped his bloated, cum-brimmed young balls hungrily in her warm hands and began to gently pressure them!

"Oh, oh shit, pa, I'm going to cum!" Kent gutturally choked. "C Christ! Suck it hard, Mrs. Keller, I'm c- ccuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Abruptly, it erupted like a wild, uncontrolled geyser and Kysa's eagerly slaving mouth was flooded with an unleashing of hot, thick cum which raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of volcanic fire. She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful greed at the white, viscous fluid wildly jetting from his pumping boy-cock, all the way back to the depths of her desperately constricting throat muscles. Passionately, the blonde, naked wife milked his young, pulsing balls for every last drop of his sweet-tasting cum, while Brock watched, the obscene sight almost, but not quite, triggering his own raging buildup.

In her vanity mirror, he had watched it all, and now he saw his son's shriveling, kid-prick begin to slip wetly from her still desperately sucking mouth. She took a deep breath, then swept her tiny pink tongue over her jism-coated Ups, lasciviously capturing the last of the remaining drops of his sticky boy-semen which had trickled there from the corners of her mouth!

Oh God, if only there were more, Kysa hungrily wished as Kent squirmed from beneath her, a never ending stream of the sweet, delectable nectar spilling down her throat to drench the incredulous lustful flames which were eating her alive! Again and again she lewdly licked at her cum-glistening lips, wishing it could go on forever. She spread her tingling thighs wider, working her knees further apart, then thrusting her naked buttocks higher and back against the hard plundering cock fucking with buttock flattening humps between them. With each battering stroke, she felt with near-delirious rapture his immensely swollen, cum-swollen balls spanking with loud slaps the erect, tire-filled bud of her tiny clit, while his thick mass of pubic hair tantalizingly brushed against the sensitive inner-cheeks of her ass. She dropped her perspiration-filmed torso until her swollen breasts were squashed against the satiny bed-covering, the smooth material sensuously taunting their little, hardened nipples. There, she writhed and mewled in lust-blinding ecstasy on the hammering thick cock burrowing its unbelievable full length up into the clutching wet heat of her omniverous vaginal passage from behind.

Its smooth, rubbery head grazed the flat hardness of her sensitive cervix, probing deeper and deeper where nothing or no one had ever before reached! The slavish sensations masochistically filling her were almost as pleasureful as the overwhelming feel of his raging, massive cock brandingly debasing her! She was a lowly serf bent humbly before him while he fucked brutally into her from behind, working animalishly up to that ultimate moment when he would empty his burning

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Lewd bliss surged through Kysa like myriad tongues of licking flame. Oh God! She wanted to be taken this way again and again! Subjected to every obscene demand he, or whoever, could think of to satisfy her naked, desire-racked young body! It couldn't end... it just couldn't!

Jesus Christ, it was time, time! Brock mentally clocked. His goddamned boiling load was right on the verge of blasting into her! The bitch was going to cum, too! She'd suddenly raised her head and begun to flail it wildly from side to side, her long blonde hair sweeping crazily back and forth!

"Oohhh, ooohhh, Goddd, I-I'm going to cummmmm!" she suddenly bleated, her voice dying away in a choking whimper that never stopped!

"Shit, girl, the feeling's mutual!" Brock blurted. "Fuck back hard, baby, daddy's cumming too! Fuck back harrdddd!"

Every muscle in Kysa's voluptuously squirming young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of maddening, sensual rapture spasm through her screaming, drug-keened loins and belly. She wailed and cried beneath the huge battering cock, while the sphincter muscle of her tiny ass clenched and flexed rhythmically opened and closed like a fish's mouth! Her buttocks flexed to tense hardness while again she gurgled a wailing moan when her convulsing body finally unleashed in the earth-shattering moment she had been frantically striving toward! There was no time, no space, no motion in all existence, only the immeasurable bliss of her insanely dynamic orgasm as she was struck again and again with the spasmodic twitching of every straining muscle and cord in her climaxing, young body. Then, Kent's father began spewing his reservoir of seething, thick cum far up into the hidden recesses of her desperately trembling belly in pleasure-bringing spurts of scalding joy, and again she climaxed, screaming and slamming her upthrusted, naked buttocks frenziedly back onto the incessantly spewing length of his thickly jerking cock.

Kysa had heard their lewd chuckling between them as they left the apartment. She still lay on the bed, obscenely sprawled in her wanton nakedness, her lust-hungered belly a pool brimming with the liquid heat of their thick, viscid cum. She thought of crying and couldn't. Mark's semblance fought to penetrate the barrier she'd mentally erected against him, but it could not. She stretched out her long legs and lay on her back, letting her small, slender hands wander down over the curves of her naked, white body to the sensual, lusty cunt mouth between her legs, feeling its still generating heat beneath the coating of lewd wet cum saturating it.

But worse, were the intensive shocks of erotic sensations her exploring fingers sent racing through her yet inflamed young flesh!

Dear God! I'm still alive with the same sluttish want! Why? What's happened to me? Twice I cum, but, but it's not enough! I've got to cum again, and maybe again and again! I'll go mad if I don't, but nothing seems enough! I must be sick! Letting those two animals use me as they did without even a struggle! But even then, they weren't enough! God, I've got to cum again! Either that, or kill myself!

The latter thought, though only a figure of speech when she'd first thought it, grew immediately, until it was all out of proportion in Kysa's torturously confused mind. She found herself thinking of ways to commit the act, even mentally writing the note she would leave for Mark. It actually helped, because it took her up from the bed and she slipped into a wrapper, going to the kitchen where she made herself a Cuba Libre, then slumped in her husband's favorite chair to contemplate in detail her macabre thoughts.

It was not a lightly passing obsession with the young, anguished wife. God, how could she ever offer herself to her husband, let alone face him, after the terrible things she had done in a matter of a few days? She was sick! Mentally broken, and sexually destroyed! Even if she could lie her way through it, the truth was that Mark could never look to, or satisfy these obscene sensual needs which had incredulously swept over her!

But she didn't have the courage, or whatever demented emotion it took to destroy oneself and the beautiful overwrought blonde girl knew it! Instead, she sat in her husband's chair sipping one yum-yum spiked Cuba Libre after another in an effort to drown the unbelievable sensations of continuously pyramiding desire ravenously licking and taunting her nearly naked, curved body with lustful temptations beyond reason. God, it was as if she had been sexually starved for eons, rather than just having sucked and fucked two huge, brutal cocks, the result of their merciless ravaging still filling her craving, hot belly with the warm, liquid pool of their lewd semen! And rather than utter debased shame at the obscene thought of ignorant father and son savagely using her defenseless body in which to vent their animal lust, she felt nothing but the greedy, burning hunger in her unsated loins they had merely fed and left tormentively smoldering there! Whether she was ill physically, or mentally losing her wits, hardly mattered at that moment, only the intensive, passionate sensations which had so quickly rekindled into a glowing furnace of salacity in her hot, cum-swollen belly and the inflamed, throbbing core between her gently massaging thighs held any meaning for her!

She had to do it, had to do something before she went stark raving wild, the whimpering, drug-provoked Kysa blindly reasoned, almost bolting to her bare feet and hurrying back toward the bedroom, her drink still in her hand.

"Now, don't say anything about me coming, Saul. You got it clear?" Mark instructed his new young ward after putting the Asian boy and his German shepherd in a taxi at the airport. "I'll be right along behind you, but I think a dozen red roses would be kind of nice to walk in with, don't you?"

"Sure, if you think so, Captain Mark!" Saul agreed with his usual exuberance. "American women, they like red roses, eh?"

"They sure do, red flowers of all kinds, in fact, and you better remember that if you plan to catch yourself an American girl," Mark advised, grinning.

"Sure, goddamn, you bet, Captain Mark! Saul'll remember for sure!"

"Now there you go again, Saul, swearing already, after the talk we just had," Mark gently reprimanded, reminding himself again that the transforming task wasn't going to be an easy one.

"Oh shit, I forgot! I am sorry as hell!" Saul quickly apologized. "I will try to be very careful from now on, Captain Mark!"

The ex-officer shook his head and laughed before closing the taxi door and instructing the driver where to take them. As they drove off, the handsome, broad-shouldered husband sighed to himself. Christ, he hoped he hadn't bit off more than he could chew with those two hellions,

The bounds of the young Asian boy's happiness knew no limitations as he sat in the rear of the taxi hugging the massive neck of his faithful Sergeant. At last, he had a real home and family, and above all he was going to be an American! He would make Captain Mark and Mrs. Kysa very, very proud of him, but he must remember not to swear or use the four-letter words like fuck or cunt any more, as Captain Mark had said. Though he could not understand why, being that they were words he had learned from the American Joes. It did not make great sense to him when his new guardian said that such words were not openly spoken in American society. In Saigon the Joes seldom used any other words at all! Oh well, he would not question it. Captain Mark knew best. But he was happy that the Captain had not said anything about fucking, though he would find someone else and he would not put his cock into Mrs. Kysa any more. He felt certain that

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his new guardian would not approve of that, in fact, would probably kill him if he knew that he had already done just that as well as let her suck it.

Americans had some unusual ideas when they were in their own land, but he very much liked them and vowed to get used to all of their ways. Right now, he could think of little else but seeing Mrs. Kysa again and telling her everything, and as he climbed from the taxi with Sergeant close behind, he broke into a trot, racing toward their apartment door!

He didn't bother to ring but flung open the barrier and charged inside, rushing through the empty living room to glance into the kitchen, then running toward her bedroom when he didn't find her there. With Sergeant inches behind him, Saul brought himself up short in her open doorway, his young jaw falling loosely open while his dark eyes immediately lighted with a familiar light.

Almighty goddamn! This was almost the way he had left her, beautifully naked on the bed, except that she now had her hand down between her long tanned legs which were spread wide apart so that he could see her slender fingers working in the wet, pink crevice of her golden, curl- fleeced cunt! Her full, rounded breasts were rippling white mounds of marshmallowy flesh, quivering provocatively from her diligent fingering of her sweet, glistening pussy! She had not yet seen him, but he immediately noticed the glass filled with drink on the stand beside her and remembered then, the yum-yum he had spilled into the bottles!

An empty gnawing suddenly gripped at his entrails. Mother fuck! Had she been drinking the goddamned crazy-wild stuff very long? Captain Mark was going to kill him for sure when he found out! Oh, good goddamn!

Kysa saw him then, quickly sitting upright, her own glazed green eyes passionately glowing at the sight of her young, handsome lover! "Oh darlings, you've come back to me! Oh God, quick, come and kiss Kysa! Hurry!"

Saul did, rushing into her held open arms and she hugged him tightly against the full, nipple-hardened mounds of her naked, white breasts, kissing his youthful smiling face while little whimpers escaped her.

"Don't say one word, darling!" she breathlessly gasped, beginning to pun at his clothes. "Just get naked for Kysa quickly, darling! Oh, my beautiful little lover, you, both of you have come just in time! Hurry! Kysa wants to suck and love your delicious hard cock while Sergeant fucks her from behind!"

"Bu-But, Mrs. Kysa!" Saul desperately tried as she practically tore the clothing from him and Sergeant whimpered with great head cocked, his ears erect and twitching, the female heat of her sensual passion filling his keen, animal nostrils.

"Oh darling, we'll talk later! Not now!" Kysa gasped as she tugged his jeans and shorts down at the same time to expose his already hardening, familiar young cock which had brought her so much loving pleasure. "Oh God! It's so beautiful, little lover, so beautiful! Quick get on the bed and spread your legs wide so Kysa can get between them! I'm going to suck the cum right up out of those handsome young balls for you!"

It was this obscene statement and the lewd spectacle of his curvaceous, naked wife lewdly crawling onto the bed between their new young ward's somewhat helplessly spread legs which greeted Mark Keller as he stood in his bedroom doorway holding a bouquet of elegantly wrapped red roses in his hand!

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Total astonishing shock was hardly adequate to describe the sickening sensations which made his legs suddenly feel like strands of wet macaroni! The flowers, forgotten, dropped from his hand as he braced himself by catching hold of the door casing. Christ, was he flipping out or was it actually happening! He shook his head as if to clear it, knowing that Saul couldn't have been in the house over ten minutes!

From his position, Mark could see little else but the obscenely bent-over nakedness of Kysa's curved beauty, the rounded, fleshy moons of her untanned buttocks facing him and spread slightly apart, enough to view the enticing sight of her thin, pink cuntal crevice between her smooth, full thighs. But taking one step to his left was enough to give him a view of her already bloating and hollowing cheeks as she absorbed nearly all of Saul's sizeable, hardened young cock right down into her throat, her hands slipping beneath him to cup his asscheeks and pull his teenaged loins up tighter to her face! Her eyes were closed, her lushly hanging G-cup breasts swaying and jiggling in sensuous delight while mewls of passion hummed from deep in her chest! Good Christ! She was revealing in it like one of his own yum-yummed Saigon bunnies!

He couldn't believe it, but there it was, right before him, his little morals-minded house wren sucking the youthful, if seasoned, hard cock of the boy he'd pledged to give a home to!

Fuck! The whole world was turning upside down, because even as he watched the lewd, impossible scene, his own lusty length of prick-flesh had begun to stretch and jerk! Just the mere sight of his ethical Kysa sucking a young boy's stiffened rod, and especially this case-hardened, young veteran pimp whose very teenaged sister had sucked Mark off nightly with a skill Western girls could only hope to ever attain, was somehow setting him tight off! Tit for tat! And he couldn't seem to hate his obscenely slaving wife or the scrawny, ungrateful bastard beneath whose straining cock she was furiously trying to draw the cum from! Christ, he had to be losing his mind, but truthfully, all he could suddenly think of was that everything was going to be all right for them! Saul saw him then and began to blurt out frightened exclamations in his native tongue, at the same time struggling to force Kysa's hungrily fastened lips and sucking mouth off the length of his hardened boy-cock.

"A little late for that, isn't it, buddy?" Mark spat at him, moving close to the bed.

At the sound of his voice, Kysa's feverishly working head jerked upright to stare in growing, glazed surprise at the presence of the husband whose existence she had temporarily forgotten.

"It is my fault, Captain Mark!" Saul cued, quickly scurrying from the bed to stand nakedly before this man he loved, his young lengthy hardness rapidly losing its rigidity. "You must not blame her! Go ahead, kill me now, I am ready!

"Shut up, you little whore! I'll take care of you in a minute!" Mark ordered, unable to control his anger at catching them this way, even though the obscene spectacle had quickly fired the sensual passions of lust he had gluttonously been feeding daily for the past year. Then, to his wife who had raised up and was sitting back on her naked, curved haunches like some artistically sculpted work of white marble, her lovely face slackened as it gaped upward at him, he hissed: "I think you were putting it mildly, baby, when you said you were all getting on well together! Just how long have you been in the whoring profession, anyway?"

"Oh Mark, darling, please? I-I can't stand it! Fuck me, lover! Right now! I'll go crazy if you don't! Beat me, anything, but please fuck me!" she begged, reaching down with one hand between her slightly spread, smooth thighs to sink an extended finger into the wet, hair-lined crevice of her pinkly flushed cunt and obscenely stroke the wetly glistening inner flesh around the tiny bud of her excitedly erect clit.

The unexpected lewd act caused Mark's hardening, thick ten-inch cock to give a wild lurch inside his shorts, while his brain reeled in a mixture of mounting lust, self-blame, and a fierce urge to punish both of them! Christ, he'd never even known this voluptuous bitch!

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"Please, Captain Mark, listen to Saul! It is all my fault! Do you not see it in her face, her eyes? She is high, on yum-yum!"

The native term for Dhattura slammed into Mark's brain with the force of a clubbed blow! What only seconds before had been building anger and a raging urge for revenge was as quickly wiped away by his immediate frightened concern for his voluptuous naked wife's uncontrollable passion. The aphrodisiac was as old as time, and though non-addictive, a sexual stimulant which swept away morals like a tidal wave as it raged through the female organs! He'd seen his own girls fuck as many as twenty men, one after the other while they slavishly sucked and fingered themselves for additional orgasms in between, stopping only when their young naked bodies were totally exhausted!

"Jesus Christ! How much has she had?" Mark snapped, grabbing the naked boy harshly by the shoulders. "Answer me! How much?"

"I-I do not know, Captain Mark! I-I put it in the bottle of whiskey, but not very much, just a sprinkle!" Saul exclaimed, his young voice cracking.

The urge to slap him hard across the face was almost uncontrollable for Mark, but somehow he held himself back, and the reason was the panting curvaceous girl on the bed, his beautiful naked wife who was still fingering her impassioned young pussy and staring at both of them through desire-hazed emerald green eyes. Goddamn, he'd take care of him later, but right now they both, yes, even Sergeant, had a job to do! It was the only way, even if they had to work in shifts! They had to fuck that potent, mind-blinding drug out of her system if it took them the rest of the day and night! Otherwise?

Mark thought about that for a moment, remembering the fifteen year old girl someone had given a heavy dose to right in his own brothel and they'd found her trying to ram a whiskey bottle up inside her tight, young vagina! Christ! He reached down and ran his hand through her passion-filled, naked wife's long blonde hair. He'd never realized how much he loved her, he thought, as she whimpered to his touch, then grabbed his hand and began kissing it. Wild charges of masculine lust burned through him at the thoughts of the sensual hours before them. Sonofabitch, he was as much, or more of a goatish bastard than the young boy who had admittedly confessed to him!

"Please, Mark darling! Please? Don't make me wait any longer?" she pleadingly begged, clutching at his hand. "Oh God, darling, I need you so bad! But now, now.

"Almighty goddamn! You want to kill me, Captain Mark?" Saul half-whimpered.

"Don't talk like a stupid little ass!" Mark snapped, beginning to pull at his clothing. "We're going to give her the shock treatment, all of us, and hope to Christ that wears her down a little bit!" he added, unable to restrain the lust-filling excitement firing through him at his intentions as he stripped himself naked, watching in uncontainable excitement her slender white fingers working feverishly in the exposed pink flesh of her shimmering wet pussy. He swallowed tightly and ordered in the sadistic tone he knew he had to use: "Get up on your knees, wife! You like your fucking bizarre, don't you? Well, you're going to get it, and in a manner you'll never forget! Because I'm going to punish you for being a bad little girl while daddy was gone! You understand that?"

Lost in the intense heat of her maddening desire, Kysa had no idea what sort of chastisement was in store for her, but well knew as she was aware of her own name that some was coming, and she wanted it! Dear God, she deserved and wanted

it so badly, whatever he chose to do to her! Obediently, she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, bending her head low to again raise the slavishly presented, spread mounds of her quivering buttocks in masochistic, servile delight.

Kysa felt the weight on the bed behind her, and abruptly, the heat of his strong, masculine body as he moved in between her spread legs from behind! Oh God, he, too, was going to do something terribly beautiful to her, she reasoned in her befogged brain. Yes, yes, he was going to punish her! Then, then she felt his big warm hands on her trembling, naked buttocks, smoothing over them and up toward her waist and back down to her thighs, moving in between them to tease the moist, erogenous lips of her inflamed pussy! He leaned over her back, his long, thick cock heavy and poling between her sensitive, inner thighs, pressing against the quivering, hairy pubes of her inflamed, waiting cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Kysa!" he huskily whispered down against her hollowing back. "I want you to know so that you can cringe when I start to worm my cock up into your tight little ass and you'll know what's happening and why! You've been naughty! And I'm going to punish you for it, not gently either! So prepare yourself, wife, because if you make the slightest move to right me, I'll whip your ass until you can't sit down for a week!"

"Oooooohhh, yesssss, yes, Mark darling, do it, do it! Split me open back there! I want you to, lover!" Kysa mindlessly chanted. "Oh God, please, yes! Punish me, baby! Fuck my ass! Hurry, darling, hurry!"

A tremulous jolt of shameful excitement roared through Mark, kneeling animalishly up behind her. Christ, already he was losing his sense of mental balance to irresistible, mounting lust! A year of eastern debauchery was showing its effects and he knew it with those sadistically whetted sensations which were ripping through him, but he could pacify himself in the knowing that it was the only way he could help her, that it had to be done for her sake!

He gaped down at her curved, white nakedness spread lasciviously open for him, the fleshy smooth ovals of her beautiful rounded buttocks waggling in hungry invitation, the tight, little pink mouth of hairless, puckered anal flesh defenselessly exposed before his already throbbing cock. Damn! He couldn't stop now if he wanted to!

He slipped his middle finger up into the liquid heat between the furry, desire-flushed lips of her pouting cunt, beyond its nibbling vaginal mouth up into the sleek, throbbing tightness of her clutching channel. Her upturned, white hips and fleshy asscheeks jerked spasmodically from the erotic intrusion, repeating the tremor when he smeared the warm, viscid moisture over the dimpled little hold of her offered ass. He did it several times before dipping the blood-engorged head of his swollen cock between those wetly saturated pussy-lips, finally nuzzling its rubbery tip snugly up against her tiny, excitedly working anal lips.

It was a terrible thing he had done, Saul realized as he stood naked beside the bed watching Captain Mark's lewd preparation of Mrs. Kysa's tiny pink ass between her upturned buttocks. At the same time he petted Sergeant's big, whimpering head, knowing his animal friend was wondering when, and if, he were going to play a part. They would both be lucky now if they were not sent back to Nam, he reasoned, and it was true that they deserved it. Nevertheless, his cock had grown crazy-hard once more with sensual excitement at Captain Mark's obscenely methodical preliminaries and the sudden, bitter twist to his handsome face. Then, Mrs. Kysa's small hands were clenching into little fists, as if now she were becoming afraid! But it was the only way, Saul knew, and she had to endure it no matter how painful!

And Captain Mark did not look as if he intended to show her any mercy! Abruptly, with the help of his thumbs on either side of her tiny, puckered rectal mouth stretching the babyish lips partially open, he pressed his purple, bulbous cockhead forward against it, squirming his strong, hairy pelvis in an effort to worm the spongy tip inside the tightly clenched little hole!

Mark thrust forward then, and through the haze of apprehensive excitement passionately controlling her senses, Kysa felt and heard the excruciating popping of her torturously stretched anus!

Her breath caught in her throat as an agonizing spasm of pain crashed reality through to her brain and reflexively she twisted, squealing back at him, while at the same time, straining and resisting her naked buttocks to be free of the inhumanely tormentive cock worming up into her expanded nether channel! God almighty! She could never take him there! It was going to split her wide open, she realized in growing horror, frantically thrashing her obscenely positioned buttocks in helpless desperation!

Kysa heard his laugh then, an almost brutal sound reminding her of Kent's father, and felt his strong fingers gouging into the sensitive flesh of her sore thighs the bearded man had bruised before him! He held her in a vise-like grip, her every tiny move only helping to worm the long, thick rod of his burning hardness deeper and deeper up into her defenselessly cringing rectal passage!

"Shove back, damn you!" Mark snarlingly ordered, slapping her sharply across one lush, white buttock. "Come on do it! Shove your ass back onto it, Kysa! I'm not going to stop, and the quicker we get into you the better it's going to feel! Now do it! Shove back!"

Kysa couldn't restrain the tears of pain nor the guttural cries of mind-shattering torment erupting from her throat. Ohhhhh Goddd! She knew he had torn her back there! His raging cock was ripping her rectum apart! But, but, ohhhhhhh, s-she had to endure it! He was punishing her, and, and she deserved it!

"Y-Yesss, darling!" she pitifully moaned. "Y-You're killing me, but I deserve it, want it! D-Don't stop! Fuck it, darling! Oooooh yesss, punish me, fuck my ass, Mark lover!"

She hunched back then with a determined suddenness as he pressed forward, feeling the impaling agony of his long, throbbing hardness worming relentlessly up into her, the bloated, mushroomed head of his thick cock plowing the resistant, virginal flesh of her rectal passage before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge, he ground it all the way up inside the warm, rubbery depths of her obscenely stretched ass!

Dear God almighty! Her brain screamed in her sodomized torment! Then, she felt his hairy pelvis smack solidly into the smooth vale between her lewdly upraised and widely spread buttocks, while his heavy, cum-bloated balls swung hard down against the splayed, feverish lips of her wet, seething pussy below. She was stuffed to the hilt with his angry, chastising cock, unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievably tormentive pressure which felt as if her thighs were about to split apart!

His body stilled momentarily, as if he might have found a tiny fleck of mercy for her, and while the walls of her forever stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust, the burning pain began to subside. She still felt torn and obscenely expanded out of all proportions there from his sodomizing invasion, while at the

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same time she weirdly began to fall back under the sensual captivation of whatever it was possessing her, enjoying a growing sensation of passive atonement.

Mark grunted aloud as his obscenely positioned young wife twisted her head around so that he could see the revived passion on her beautiful face; then she tightened her clutching anal muscles around his throbbing, thick cock buried to its lengthy depths beyond her widely ovalled ass, making it wildly pound. He made another guttural sound when the luscious mounds of her white buttocks began to chum back against him in a slow, grinding undulation. He felt her clutching rectal flesh constrict warmly and tighten around his hard, pulsing cock as he began to fuck it in and out of her, watching with lustful fascination the pinkish ridges of raw anal-flesh clinging to it each time he drew out, then disappear back inside with his smacking, inward thrusts.

She was ready now for phase two, and it was going to be a long siege at best, Mark wildly reasoned.

"Oh! Ohhhhh, darling, what're you trying to do?" Kysa choked out, as suddenly his strong hands caught at her hips and rolled to one side, pulling her bodily back on top of him to raise gasping moans of unexpected pain from her as throughout the acrobatic feat his imbedded length of impaling hard cock tunneled deeper up into her almost acclimated ass! Then, he lay sprawled beneath her, her smoothly hollowed back tight against his hard stomach and chest, her long shapely legs obscenely scissored on the outsides of his, while his rigid length of stiffened prick was interred in its entirety to the very depths of her colon. "Oh, ohmygod!" she groaned again, but not without a strong trace of erotic entrancement in her tone.

"Now, pull your legs way up and back, baby!" Mark ordered. "Higher!" he demanded, reaching up with his hands behind her knees to lever them back tight until they were flattening the white mounds of her full, nipple-hardened breasts into her chest, the strain causing her to whimper and gasp. "Okay, Sergeant! Up here! Your work's cut out for you! Come on, boy!"

"Ooooohhh," Kysa moaned in uncontrollable passion, raising her head to look down between her lewdly yawning legs at the beautiful massive animal moving up over her as Mark spread his own legs wider for him! Then his animal head lowered between her vulnerable open thighs, his hot breath taunting her moistened pubic curls. His cool wet nose brushed against the soft, tingling flesh of her inner thigh, and then the splayed, fleshy lips of her inflamed pussy crevice! "Oooohhh do it, darling! Lick my cunt you precious brute! Lick it for me!"

Saul watched with wild excitement, bending close to see Sergeant's long, thick tongue lick up through the glistening, pink flesh of Mrs. Kysa's beautiful, golden-haired cunt, spreading its puffy lips, which Captain Mark's huge cock rammed up her ass was already stretching open, even wider! She began to tremble and groan crazy-like, while again and again he did it, until suddenly he was mounting her and wrapping his front paws right around her drawn back thighs, and Saul had to grasp hold of his own throbbing hardness to gently stroke some of the ache out of it! He watched Sergeant's wet, scarlet cock slip forward and down immensely from its long, protective foreskin, the tapered end waving like a dripping flag-staff as it dangled forward to probe the moistly readied crevice of her open, pink cunt! Mumbling unintelligible sounds, Kysa reached down, grasping the slippery animal organ to guide its pulsating tip to the nibbling, wet mouth of her sizzlingly waiting pussy! A grunt of sheet delight burst from her as it slithered up her hungrily squirming channel, spreading it wider and

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Horse Blowing

wider to the hot depths of her quivering, fire-filled belly, until finally, she heard and felt his heavy, animal balls smack wincingly into the spread-cheeked flatness of her deeply impaled ass and join the other beautiful, hard cock fucking up deep into her equally stretched rectum. Insane sensations of maddening lust raised continuous moans and whimpers to gurgle in her throat, the twinges of pain their hardened cocks thrust to the hilt up inside the dual passages between her legs, adding overwhelming, masochistic bliss to it all.

"Christ!" Kysa heard Mark swear, his long, thick spear of hardness beginning to plunge furiously up into her rectal canal, while Sergeant's huge, skewering cock raced up into her seething vagina with merciless, humping animal-strokes! Oh, oh, oh oh! She'd never imagined such lust fulfilling ecstasy in her life, and she clung to the neck of the German shephard brute on top of her nakedly offered body, while her husband erotically stroked the undersides of her drawn back thighs, following them smoothly down to the tautened cheeks of her rounded, upturned ass.

"Yes, my sweet darlings, Kysa's your slave!" she passively gasped. "Love me like this forever, sandwiched between you, fucking my ass and my hot pussy! Ooooohhh, where is Saul, my little lover! Come up here beside me, baby, so that I can suck your sweet young cock! Hurry, little lover!"

Mark could see damn little lying beneath the voluptuous naked body of his drug-incited wife, but he'd heard her and felt Saul scrambling onto the bed, then, he saw Kysa's head twist, her face turning to the side as the young hellion's lengthy, teenaged cock burst into view right above him. One of her small hands reached out to curl around it, immediately beginning to work its foreskin back from the swollen fiery-tipped head. Saul kneeled in closer and Mark saw Kysa's lushly ovalled Ups open wide to slip wetly over the blood-engorged knob, her soft hand dropping down between his legs to cup his cum-filling, young balls and draw him in tighter to her. She began to move her twisted head and bloated cheeked face back and forth, her tensiled lips locked snugly around the hardened sinewy length, until Saul excitedly picked up the rhythm and began to grinningly fuck deeper and deeper into her greedily sucking mouth and back toward her receptive throat!

Christ, there was no doubt in Mark's lust-filled mind that it was going to work out for them! Not even the east with all of its sensually skilled bunnies could match this one beautiful girl who was passionately fucking them together, and he'd wager his hundred-grand that they'd never need yum-yum again either! Shit, she was something else! He'd just never known her was all!

Goddamn! He could feel Sergeant's huge, animal-cock through the thin membrane dividing her vagina and rectum, racing frenziedly in and out of her steaming, wet pussy as he increased his own upthrusting strokes into her gorgeously stretched and clutching ass, at last finding a tempo to which she excitedly responded. He visualized the frayed, pink ridges of cuntal and rectal flesh clinging to their cocks like tiny pink tongues wrapped lewdly around them when they pulled out of her, vanishing again when they pistoned back into her, the mere thought goading the building pressure in his belly and aching balls like a needle about to prick a balloon!

Oh God, what heavenly punishment they were delivering into her lustfully craving body, Kysa mindlessly reveled as she sucked feverishly at the delicious young rod of familiar hardness with cheeks, tongue, and swallowing throat muscles. It would cum soon, she reasoned from its throbbing swollenness and the way her young darling was frantically working his pelvis up tighter to her face, its bulbous young head going right down into her throat with his every eagerly grinning thrust! Oooooohhhh! How wonderful it was, and would be for the four of them from now on! Never had she been so happy as she was at that moment, undulating her naked, pleasure-filled buttocks and squeezing with her avidly working cuntal muscles at the long, thick rods of human-animal cock fucking beautifully up into her, knowing she was giving all of these whom she loved so passionately as much joy as they were bringing her!

She writhed and squirmed her deliciously sodomized ass downward to give Mark full access to her sensuously tingling anal passage, and then upward to receive the length of Sergeant's throbbing lance of searing animal-cock racing smoothly up into her tightly grasping cunt. All the while, lust-blinding sensations of love and passive joy intoxicated her young, nakedly offered body. Omniverously, she sucked at the handsome boy's cock stuffing her nursing mouth and throat, anticipating the sweet, youthfully fresh taste of his hot, young jism flooding down into her intensively craving belly. Nothing registered but the three pleasure-bringing cocks of her own loved ones fucking lustfully into her at every bodily entrance, and she rocked with erotic bliss to their loving, rhythmic barrage.

Oh! Almighty godfuckingdamn! Saul inwardly gasped, his boyish grin of happiness changing to one of almost simpering childishness. Shit! He was about to go all crazy-wild inside with that ass-tearing, unraveled feeling! Yes, yes! He sure as shit was! The way Mrs. Kysa was sucking him, his balls, he thought, might turn inside out! Sweet mother fuck! They were all humping into her as if they were raping, goddamned commies, but she did not mind, he could see from the way she was giving them back every powerful cock-stroke they were ramming into her, until everyone, including himself, was groaning like mad and Sergeant's whimpers sounded as if he were going to have pups!

"Oooohhhh! Sonofabitch, Mrs. Kysa, It is going to shoot now! Now, Mrs. Ma'ammmm, nooowwww!"

At his cry, Kysa strained her face closer to him, reaching behind his slender, young body and clutching at his naked buttocks to pull his jerking, teenaged cock all the way down into her throat, holding her breath, her nose-tip brushing his sparse, pubic hair as the virile pumping rod began to squirt its hot, ambrosiac cum in thin, thrilling spurts into her greedily swallowing throat!

Mark watched it all not inches away, gaping in lustful disbelief at the exotic way she absorbed his young thick ten-inch cock down into her beautiful gullet! He saw her cheeks hollowing and bloating, her slender throat constricting as she voraciously struggled to swallow it all. He could see too, Saul's rhythmically pulsing balls and groin as he pumped his boy-cum down into her belly! Shit! Nothing had ever jolted him with a more goatish surge of lust, and he drove his

full aching length of lustfully expanding cock fiercely up her ass, rifting them all inches off the bed! She whimpered loudly around Saul's now quickly deflating young penis in her still working mouth, while Mark delighted in the hot scoring feel of his bloated cockhead reaching the underside of some new, untouched organ within the intricate heat of her soft belly, its brushing tantalization erotically caressing the now hair-sensitive tip of his hurtfully aching cock!

He swore out in his inflamed lust, even drowning Sergeant's animalistic whimpers, as he watched Kysa's tiny pink tongue lick hungrily at her cum-coated lips, then gasp: "Aaaaah, yesssss fuck me, my darlings! Oh God, yes! I can feel you both so beautifully! Your wonderful hard cocks are buried deliciously inside me, Mark darling! I-I love you, will always love you! But, but, fuck me faster, lovers! Harder and faster, please?"

It was immeasurable! Kysa groaned, tears of sensual joy streaming down her smooth cheeks to the rhythm of the two loving lengths of rigid prick slamming into her in unison. She wished that it would last forever, yet knew that it wouldn't. But there would be other, many other times! And now, the room was beginning to vaguely rotate around her like an enchanting carousel! The ever-mounting ecstasy of it, their hands and beautiful furry paws gripping and clutching at the soft, resilient curves of her perspiring, naked flesh, while she lay in helpless delight, impaled from above and below! It was too much for her to endure any longer without something cataclysmic happening! She was going to cum! Her brain swam! The universe stopped! Tremendous sensations of impassioned rapture were about to burst inside her!

"Now! Now! Now!" she suddenly wailed. "Oh God, please? Together, Mark! Cum in me together! Pleasssseee? Fill me with your seed, hurry, I'm cuuuummmiiinnnggg!"

At that precise moment, her young handsome husband clutched tightly at the smooth, upturned ovals of her tautly quivering ass and thrust his expanded, hardened cock mercilessly up into her convulsing rectum, whispering his love for her at the same time into her ear!

Kysa felt his hot, scalding cum squirt deep up into the forever-stretched confines of her back passage, bringing her own hesitating orgasm on in a wild crescendo to send shuddering spasms of ecstatic sensation rocketing through her in muscle-twitching spasms of crying happiness. She could feel every contraction of his thickly pumping cock as it jerked out its load of boiling, thick cum deep, deeep up into her eagerly absorbing belly, even up to her painfully throbbing breasts, it wildly seemed! Then, Sergeant whimpered and growled in the depths of his massive throat, almost a warning, she thought, as she drew her thighs back as far as she could, her breath heaving from her lungs when his exploding animal-cock also began spewing out its thin, powerful jets of hot, devoted jism far up into the recesses of her already cum-soaked belly, her own gushing secretions blending and mixing wetly with his, an almost insane paroxysm of lust-filled joy momentarily overwhelming the lot of them.

"You better sleep," Mark said to Saul. "She'll wake up in a few minutes as hot as a blistering furnace, thanks to you!" he added, measuring his beautiful, young naked wife's condition by the girls he'd so memorably fed yum-yum to. "Tomorrow sometime, it'll be fairly well worn off. Right now, we've still got a man-sized job to do, so talk to that dog of yours, you hear?"