Such a Cock Whore
(Mm+/F, best, size, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Shortly after twilight Kysa looked out the kitchen window of their ground-floor apartment and saw Saul talking with Kent Jensen, the building caretaker's overgrown son. Like most Vietnamese, Saul was as lean as a whip but with surprisingly large bones, and tall for a fourteen year old, Mark had said. He would probably fill out nicely now that he'd be getting the proper nourishment, but at the moment he looked like a gaunt little boy beside the muscular teenager of Swedish heritage he was laughing and talking with, displaying that enthusiastic carefreeness which had been constantly a part of him the entire three days he'd been with her.

The observing, curvaceous young wife of two years absently brushed at her wealth of straight, long blonde hair, sweeping it behind her shoulders on either side as she let her sultry green-eyes play over the friendly scene the two made sitting side by side, facing the smoldering incinerator where Kent was burning trash for his father. It pleased her that Saul had made a friend so quickly, though she readily understood how and why he would with his young, irrepressible personality. His spirited, toothsome smile seemed almost perpetual, and she doubted that his energy had ever run-down in his whole teenaged life. But probably what impressed her most was the innocence in his flashing dark- eyes, after all the horror he had seen and been through, losing his entire family at the age of seven and spending four years as an orphan in an American Mission School, then running away to become a little ruffian, or whatever, in the Saigon streets for the past three years.

That their new ward wasn't drenched in total bitterness was an amazement to Air Force Captain Mark Keller's stunningly lovely wife. Yet even had he been, the love for him he had immediately kindled inside her would hardly have been less; though she couldn't imagine how he could pull at her heart-strings more than he already had.

Actually, she supposed she was being unnecessarily safeguarding with this peeking out the window or door at him every few minutes, but she couldn't help herself. He was still just a boy in a foreign country to her, and Mark's." Now don't worry about him, Honey, he's very capable of looking after himself," hardly cut any ice. What he'd been forced to do to survive on the streets of Saigon was to be a far cry from his new life in the peaceful San Diego suburb of La Berdina, California. It would take a little time, but she intended that he would know a different sort of life now, one overflowing with love and kindness.

Sergeant, Saul's big German shepherd dog, a fierce appearing, heavy-shouldered animal with an astonishing docile nature, strolled into the scope of her windowed scene to seat himself before his young master, his massive animal-presence bringing to mind the whole story as Mark had unfolded it to her three days before on his return from Viet Nam.

It had been Sergeant's barking in the hold of the plane which had made Mark order an investigation, turning up their pair of stowaways, and both suffering from lack of proper air-pressure. All the same, her handsome thirty year old husband had told her, Saul was grinning, and obviously proud that he had done what he had said he would the day before, not let Mark go back to the United States without him!

Kysa had yet to learn the particulars of how Mark and Saul had become such fast friends. Her pilot husband, even after eleven months in Viet Nam, had had only a few hours to spend with her, and though both of them were frantic to pass them in a more intimate manner, Saul and Sergeant's presence had made that impossible, along with any lengthy private discussions. Mark had gotten special permission to house the boy and dog in his own home while military authorities and immigration people were deciding what was to be done with them. Fortunately, Sergeant had undergone myriad shots and didn't have to be impounded, Saul producing the animal's papers before the commanding officer at March Air Force Base.

"The truth is, that damned dog is better off than I am," Mark had said with his famous (to Kysa) grin. "Here, I've got to go back to the base to get separated and these two wild hunyaks work their way right into the population."

Kysa had been so over-joyed to see him that if he'd said "peanuts" or whatever, she could have laughed herself silly. She'd hugged and clung to him, hardly noticing the strange boy and his dog during those first few minutes. Mark 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 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,

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 think,

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 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.

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!

Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossible, lurid idea, yet 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,


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 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 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 toward him.

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 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-hair