Chapter 1

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

"Gee, even the hair above your pussy is fiery red," Lumar Hopkins said as Nancy Meeks crawled into bed next to him and sprawled out on her back. "You know, it's funny, but I always thought that you dyed your hair-you and your sister, Hanna, both. Yeah-" The boy paused, giggling. "-I sure enough figured that the two of you dyed your hair!"

"Lumar-darling," Nancy said with a little groan. *Will you do me a real favor, sweetheart?"

"Sure thing, Miz Meeks," the boy said, and giggled again. "Anything-anything at all!"

"Will you please shut your mouth-and fuck me!"

The boy's sleepy blue eyes grew big and round. "Ohhhhhhh, Miz Meeks," he said. "I never heard a grown woman say that word in front of me before. It makes me feel-well, all sort of shivery inside!"

"Lumar . ... "

"Course, Inez says it all the time," he said. "Lumar...."

The thing is, she's my sister so I guess that don't really count, does it?" Lumar said. "I mean, she's a full-grown woman and everything. I think she's twenty-eight, but she is my sister and...."

"Lumar-please, darling!"

"Yes, ma'am-I know that I'm talking too much," the boy said with a little shrug of his narrow shoulders. "I guess I'm doing it because-well, I'm a bit on the nervous side. I always start to yak like crazy when I get scared. It drives my sister up the wall. She's always threatening to throw me out of the house on my ear if I don't...."

"DAMMIT, LUMAR-SHUT UP ALREADY!"

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry...."

"Listen, sweetheart, I don't mean to be so bossy," the redhead said as she took the boy's hand and set it down in the valley that lay between the twin mounds of her high, proud, cone-shaped breasts. "I guess that I'm a little on the nervous side my own self!"

"That's pretty funny," Lumar said as he began to trace a little circular pattern against her flesh with the tips of his fingers. "I thought grown people didn't get nervous about sex. I mean, take Inez-she isn't nervous. You ought to hear that sister of mine bark and squeal when she and Wade are going to town in their bed. Mamma says she sounds like a cow that's having a calf. And Wade-well, he ain't much better. You ought to hear that pair, Miz Meeks. Ole Wade sounds like he was having a heart attack-moaning and carrying on!"

Inez Roberts was Nancy's very best friend and she couldn't resist the opportunity to find out a few intimate things about her now that she had Inez's younger brother in bed with her. "I'd sure like to hear them some time," she said.

"Drop by the house any time Wade ain't at work," Lumar said. "More than likely you'll hear it!"

"Do Wade and your sister-that is, do they have sex very often?" Nancy said, and sucked in a huge gasp of air.

The boy shrugged, tugged thoughtfully at his bottom lip. "I guess that depends on what you mean by often, Miz Meeks. I mean, Wade has to have it every morning before he goes to work. He says he'd never be able to get through a day if he didn't get it first thing off like that!"

Nancy frowned. "Every morning, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am...."

"Is that the only time?"

"Oh, no, Miz Meeks," Lumar said. "They do it just about every night, too. And then sometimes, if he's working somewhere close, he comes home on his lunch hour to knock off a quickie. 'Course, on the weekends, now, they really go to town in their room. I don't think they'd get up to eat or go to church if mama didn't make them!"

"It's no wonder Wade's so skinny," Nancy said.

"How's that, ma'am?"

"I was just-oh, never mind, Lumar," the redhead said. "I guess the green-eyed monster got to me. Tell you what! Why don't you play with my titties a little bit, sweetheart? That way we could get started. See how hard they are?"

"Boy, they sure are," the boy said. "And just look at the way they're all a-quiver!"

"That's because they want you to touch them, Lumar!"

"Miz Meeks," the boy said, and then cleared his throat as a tremor set in, "could you sort of give my hand a start? It's even more scared than the rest of me!"

"Oh, Lumar-you goon," Nancy said, and tousled his long hair. "There's not one thing in all this world for you to be frightened of at this moment!"

"My head knows that alright, ma'am-but my belly isn't totally convinced yet, I guess," Lumar said, and then sighed loudly. "It's all hard and knotted, shivering. Boy, Miz Meeks-you sure picked the wrong fellow!"

"Hey, that's silly talk, Lumar...."

At twenty-nine Nancy was almost twice the boy's age. She had picked him because-well, there just wasn't much else to pick from. Most of the men in the county were afraid of her husband, Billy-and with . good reason, too.

She was a tall, slender woman with fiery red hair she kept cropped close to her head. Her face was tall and thin, with high, prominent cheek bones, huge green eyes, a button nose (the result of cosmetic surgery), and thin, pale lips. Her skin was thin and pale, all but transparent.

Her breasts were her best feature, capped by huge, pale areolas surrounding slightly darker, elongated nipples. Her belly was a bit soft, and traces of spongy fat had begun to collect across her bottom, at her hips and on her thighs. She was always promising herself she'd start to exercise before the fat got too bad, but somehow she never seemed to get around to it

"Please, Miz Meeks," Lumar said.

'Nancy took the boy's hand, set it down gently against the crown of her left breast. "There," she cooed, and pressed his hand down tightly against the nipple there. "How's that lover? Do you like that Lumar?"

The boy's lips flapped fiercely but no sound came from his mouth. The woman moaned, began to giggle. "Now, that's about the nicest thing that anyone has said about me in a month of Sundays, lover," she said.

"Well, I-I...."

"I thought you always yaked when you got scared, Lumar," the redhead said. "You're not yaking now!"

"I guess I ain't never been this scared before, ma'am!"

"Well, you just relax," the redhead said as she reached out and curled her fingers around the shank of his long, heavy prick. "I swear, there's really nothing to be afraid of-not a single thing, lover!"

"Yes, ma'am...."

Nancy grinned, worked her way up into a sitting position. She hesitated for a moment, looking down into the raw sense of fear that radiated from the boy s face. "C'mon, lover-will you relax?" she said. "Breathe through your mouth or something like,, that. And spread your legs for mel I need some room to kneel down in front of you!"

"Whatever for?" the boy said and swallowed hard.

"Oh, you'll find out, sweet boy," the redhead said and winked at him. "And I'll just bet that you're really going to like what I'm about to do for you!"

"I-I...."

"In all your vast sexual exploits, Lumar, did you ever have a woman go down on you?" Nancy said. "Did you ever have a woman take your cock into her mouth and suck on it and suck on it until...." She began to giggle as his cock sputtered to full erection in a series of hard, rocking, spasmatic jerks. "Until you shot all your juice into her mouth?"

"No, ma'am-not really," the boy said. "But I sure have thought about it a whole bunch!"

"Is that right?" the redhead cooed as she climbed over his legs and settled herself down on the wedge of vacant bed between his legs. She cupped a hand under his scrotal sac and began to play with his balls, rolling them about until the skin covering those swollen jewels was tight, pulsing so frantically that it actually seemed about ready to burst at the thick, heavy seam that separated his nuts.

"Oh, Miz Meeks-ma'am!"

"You like that, huh, lover?"

"Boy, do I ever...."

Nancy slowly skinned back the foreskin from around the head of his prick and then quickly lowered her lips down against it and placed a long, surging, sucking kiss on the dark and angry face there. She began to giggle as the boy groaned and sputtered.

"You-you ain't going to stop with just one little peck, are you, Miz Meeks?" Lumar said.

"No, no way, sweetheart," the redhead said. "I was just checking to see whether or not you liked it. Did you?"

"Are you kidding?" the boy cried.

Nancy was really fascinated by his cock. It was a lot bigger, a whole lot thicker than many she had seen dangling from between the legs of full-grown men. She kissed it once again and then watched as it began to thrash about wildly, sputtering and jerking, bouncing from thigh to thigh.

"I guess you're ready, lover!"

"Yes, ma'am-but for what?"

"You'll see, sweetheart!"

She lowered her face down against his manhood once again. This time she parted her lips as her tongue darted from her mouth and began to swirl wetly, teasingly across the hard, quivering head of his thundering tool.

"Oh, Miz Meeks," the boy cried out in a voice that crackled with a raw and sprawling sense of passion. "I-oh, ma'am-I-oh, hell...."

She continued to swirl her hot, pink invader all about the face of his tool, twisting and lapping, working her way slowly all around the explosive glans.

The boy cried out in joyous agony as his hips began to snap and shudder, rolling from side to side in undulation, as the redhead moved her tongue to the shaft of his tortured prick, sucking away wildly as she lashed out at his screaming flesh. She moved down one side and then up the other, repeating the process again and again.

That's so-so wonderful," the boy cried.

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, tiger," the redhead said in a deep, sultry voice, "Let's say, we're just now getting started. The best is yet to come!"

"I-I really don't know if I could bear it if it was too much better, ma'am," Lumar moaned. "It's just wonderful, Miz Meeks. So wet and smooth and...."

"LUMAR...."

"I know-shut up!"

Nancy nibbled her way down onto his balls. She lifted the dark, heavy scrotal sac and began to flick the tip of her wet, pink tongue against the flesh there. "Hey, Lumar-raise your buns a bit, will you?"

"Huh-what?"

"Oh, your ass, dummy," Nancy said with a grin. "Cmon, lift your hips and rump off the bed!"

"But-but-but ... "

"NOW, LUMAR!"

The redhead wasted no time in moving the tip of her tongue down against the wildly puckering hole that was his anus. She made her way all about the rim of that dark, convulsive opening, fluttering her tongue closer and ever closer to the center of that wild and explosive thing.

"Miz Meeks-ma'am," the boy cried.

"Is something bothering you, Lumar?"

"Your tongue, Ma'am, it-it...."

The boy's whole body began to tremble as the flesh that covered his bony rump turned as taut as spring steel. The muscles there began to pop and snap, rippling with the wildest sense of expectation.

"Please, Miz Meeks...."

"Please what, darling?"

"You know-do it!"

"But I'd like to hear you say it, sweetheart," Nancy said. "It makes me feel goose pimply all over to hear a man say those sort of words!"

"But, ma'am, my mama...."

"You aren't fucking your mama, Lumar-darling!"

"No, ma'am," the boy said. "But don't think that I ain't thought about that, too!"

"You're changing the subject, lover," Nancy said, "Cmon, tell me what it is you want me to do!"

"Put your tongue in my ass," the boy cried, running all the words together. He closed his eyes and shriveled up his face, as if he expected a heavenly bolt of lightening to strike him dead on the spot-which really wasn't far from the truth. "Please, ma'am, put your tongue up there!"

"Whatever you say, lover," Nancy cooed, and then quickly darted her tongue down inside his bung and began to wiggle it about like crazy.

The boy's body flew up from the bed, began to thrash about like a fish out of water, thrashing about wildly with his arms and legs, and all the while the redhead drove her tongue deeper and deeper into his ass.

"Miz Meeks, Miz Meeks....

Nancy pulled "her tongue from his bottom with a little popping noise and then quickly wrapped her thin, bloodless lips around the head of his cock. The wet, spongy tissue of her mouth closed frantically around that thick, throbbing bulb, holding it prisoner as she moved her tongue around and around the agonized flesh of the sputtering face.

"Sweet mother of God," Lumar cried.

He grabbed the back of her head, moaning frantically, and tried to drive his cock up into her mouth and throat. The redhead fought him playfully, trying to force him to be more masterful, more manly. She had a need to be dominated by her lovers-at least while they were in bed. She continued to wrap her lips tighter and tighter around his tool as the boy cried out in pain and frustration.

"Oh, damn-damn...."

He dug his fingers violently into her scalp, pushed himself up against her mouth with his pelvis as his hips continued to sputter and roll. Nancy began to giggle with amusement, delighted with his wild and frantic response to her little ploy. The kid made up in need and desire what he lacked in experience.

"Cmon, Miz Meeks," he cried. "Please, please!"

The woman's giggle began to vibrate in her throat, demanding release. Her lips started to tremble, un able to fight the pressures that attacked it from both sides, and she began to lose her grip on the head of his tool. Suddenly there was a raw, sucking sort of whoosh as his dork thundered through her lips and lodged itself in her mouth.

"Now suck-suck me, suck me," the boy cried.

Nancy moaned happily. His cock tasted so sweet, so young and fresh and wildly delicious. She began to move her head up and down, up and down, bobbing her lips against the shaft of his pecker at a slow, teasing pace, as she waited for Lumar to calm down enough to settle his hips and bottom back down on the surface of the bed.

Finally the boy stopped thrashing about and the redhead increased her pace a bit, raising her head to a point where the dark, angry face of his quivering dork all but fell between her lips, and then she quickly, frantically drove back down along the sputtering shaft, sucking away happily, until she reached the thick, meaty root once again.

"That's it," the boy cried. "Oh, Miz Meeks-that's really it I-I ... oh, yes. Yes, yes...."

Soon Nancy's head became little more than a whirling blur of fiery red and pale pink as she doubled and redoubled the tempo of her movement.

The boy thrashed about wildly under her, groaning with the wildest sense of joy he had ever known. He bit down hard on his bottom hp, so hard that he drew blood. "Miz Meeks, oh, my God-Miz Meeks, Miz Meeks," he cried out again and again as his toes began to shudder and snap, signaling to all the world that he was about to climax.

He drove his nails down through the meaty flesh at the base of his hands, crying out that he was there, about to come in her mouth. Nancy could feel her own load of frantic need bubbling away wildly inside her snatch. Her bright, syrupy spunk had oozed from the shimmering lips of her tortured quim and was in the process of slowly seeping down onto her thighs and bottom. She sighed once in frustration and then let the boy's tool slip from her mouth. She straightened her head, stared down into the anger and disappointment that flashed hotly in Lumar's eyes. "Poor baby," she cooed and made a clucking sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"I don't think that's very funny, Miz Meeks!"

"It's alright, sweetheart...."

"You sure about that?" the boy demanded. "Really sure?"

"Yes, I am sure, lover!"

"But I was just about ready to shoot my stuff into your mouth, Mizz Meeks," Lumar said in a hot, raspy whisper that reflected his suppressed anger. "I mean, I-I was right there, ma'am!" He covered his face with his hands so that the woman could not see that he was about to cry. "I don't know, it sure seems like a crazy thing to do!"

"Lumar, listen," Nancy said as she curled her hands around his wrists and pulled his fingers away from his face. "I'll do it all the way for you some other time, lover. Maybe even later tonight. And you can come in my mouth as much as you want. I love it, sweetheart. Really! I don't think I have any hang-ups when it comes to sex!"

"Just tell me why you stopped me!"

"Well, I-look, lover, right now I'm like a bomb that's about to explode. Sucking on that sweet pecker of yours just got me so hot and bothered that I couldn't hold off any longer. I just had to have it stuffed inside my snatch!"

"Really, Miz Meeks?" the boy said brightening. "You ain't just saying that?"

"Hey-no way," the redhead cooed. Now, I hope that you are in the mood for some straight balling. You know, old-fashion, face to face, up and down, male dominant, missionary-position fucking...."

"Oh-oh, yeah," the boy said, and stratched his head. "That straight balling!"

Nancy tousled his head, flipped over onto her back and spread her long, long legs. "Come get me then, lover," she cried happily. "Because I've never been so ready for anything in all my life!"

Lumar quickly crawled on top of the woman and nestled himself down carefully between her legs. A twinge of panic hit him but he quickly shoved it out of his mind. After all, he wasn't a virgin ... and just because the pussy under him was a lot older than the stuff he was use to didn't make it all that different And there was none of the bullshit about telling the chick that he loved her and was thinking about marrying her and all that crap.

He pressed his bony knees against the soft, fatty flesh of her thighs, gazing down at the look of rapture that seemed to fill her face. He hesitated for a long moment, sucking air into his lungs, and then slipped one hand down under her back as he slowly lowered his body down against her and began to poke about for her vulva with the head of his cock.

"I-I guess I'll need a little help, ma'am," he said as he shrugged to cover his embarrassment. "I guess I'm still a bit nervous, ma'am!"

"You've got nothing to worry about, sweetheart," the redhead said as she curled her fingers around the shaft of his rod and quickly guided the hard, thundering head to the wet, gooey lips of her love hole. "You're doing just fine!"

"Oh, yeah-yeah," Lumar said miserably. "Are you ready for this, ma'am?"

"Oh, lover-am I ever ready!"

The boy cried out in triumph as he lunged forward with his hips and pelvis, driving his long, hard cock down deeply into the wet, sucking walls of her bubbling snatch.

Nancy's pussy flesh seemed to spring into action, grasping frantically at his love meat, twisting and rolling, trembling against it, and the redhead cried out as she reached out and took the boy's free hand and set it down against one of her breasts. The boy latched onto the hard, throbbing nipple there and began to tug at it with his thumb and forefinger as he lowered himself the rest of the way down into the saddle. He paused for a moment as organ got acquainted with organ and belly button kissed belly button.

"Oh, Lumar-lover," the redhead cooed. "That feels so good, baby, so very, very...."

Lumar drove his tongue into her mouth, cutting off her yaking, and immediately she began to suck at the tip of that slithering invader, moaning deep within her throat as her whole body began to shudder and jerk, turning large patches of her skin to rippling goose flesh. .

The boy waited, a vague sort of fear gnawing at the back of his neck, but finally he began to ease his pelvis forward as his tool exploded against the rippling sensation of her wet, rolling cunt. The redhead cooed happily as she moved her hands down along his lean, lanky body and dug the tips of her nails into his sputtering bottom.

"Oh, Miz Meeks...."

"Yes, lover-yes," Nancy cooed as she raked her nails across his bony ass, raising huge welts on the flesh there, wordlessly urging him to take out all the stops and really ram his pecker in and out of her snatch.

"Oh, that's so good, ma'am ... "DON'T TALK-FUCK!"

The boy pulled out all the stops and really began to wail away at her love hole. All his fear seemed to be gone now, replaced by the terrible need that had his balls screaming. The muscles in his tight, hard belly began to pop as he tried to get the face of his cock to brush against her clit, the way ole Wade had told him to do it. His balls slapped out a crazy sort of counter beat to the rhythm of his cock, swinging against the soft, fatty flesh of her bottom.

"Easy, baby," the woman cooed. I'm afraid you'll break something if you keep that up!"

"I'm trying to get at your clit!"

Nancy lifted her long legs up into the air, curled her soft thighs around his back and began to vibrate her wet, dripping pussy against the wildly exploding probe of his thick, meaty prick.

"Miz Meeks, your pussy," the boy cried. I ain't never felt anything like it before. I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer, ma'am!"

"Don't worry about this girl, baby!"

The boy got up onto his knees, holding tight to her fleshy bottom, as he began to ram away at her snatch. "I-really, I'm so close," he cried, "I-I..

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me....

Lumar lifted his hips still higher, driving away at her pale-pink pussy flesh with every ounce of strength at his command. He lifted her higher and higher from the bed, bending her body like a pretzel under him.

"Oh, Miz Meeks, I ... hey, what the hell!"