Chapter 1

Panic seized Terry the moment she entered the room. But instead of running away as fast as possible, she remained as though paralyzed, rooted to the spot. Her widened, blue eyes rolled over the glossy color photographs that covered the walls from ceiling to floor.

They were lewd photographs, brazenly depicting the sexual posturings of the most unlikely couples. An older woman had her lips clamped tightly over the swollen cock of a teenage boy. A middle-aged man hungrily tongued the hairy, pair-shaped vulva of an ecstasy-gripped pre-teen girl. A huge, black man with a foot long cock-bone speared the narrow slit of a shapely blonde girl.

Terry's eyes remained fixed incredulously on the scenes that depicted three-way sex. One man with two girls, or two men ravishing the willing body and mouth of one girl.

In several photographs, someone had lettered dialogue. Terry winced as she made out the crude mouthing:

"Fuck my creamy, white cunt with that long. black prick," the blonde girl was saying to her negroid lover.

And the teenage boy whose penis was being ravished by an elderly woman seemed to be screaming the words, "Suck my cock, MOTHER!"

The woman who stood by the door in a state of shock and paralysis squeezed her eyes tight as though to reassure herself of a few basic facts.

A few hours earlier Terry North, age 36, recently divorced and the mother of one teen-aged son, had eagerly looked forward to her interview in this office. Replying to an advertisement for a secretary in a computer dating service, she thought the job would solve all of her problems.

Alone after twenty years of marriage to the same man, Terry had found the world of single people both frightening and very lonely. Meeting eligible men of her own age, she discovered, was almost impossible. All she'd met were married men on the make for lonely, gullible women.

She had to have more than vulgar sex. Terry craved love, companionship, respect, and last of all sex. Indeed, in the last years of her marriage, sex had been totally non-existent and she didn't miss it at all. Had she made a mistake and entered the wrong office?

A hurried, anxious glance at the nameplate on the desk assured her that she had, indeed, entered the correct office. The plate read: Agnes Hunsucker, President Hunsucker Dating Service.

There was no sign of anyone in the small, outer office that so openly advertised the real purpose behind the dating service: to match couples up for the kind of sexual intercourse that Terry had never thought possible, even in her wildest imaginings. Throughout her many years of marriage, sex had been an infrequent, almost polite exercise between two people who were fond of each other. Certainly she could not remember when her husband had ever touched her private parts with his tongue. Civilized people simply didn't act like animals, she'd always believed.

If the Hunsucker Dating Service acted as some kind of matchmaker for sexual perverts, she'd have no part of the place.

But, as Terry reached back for the doorknob to move swiftly out, she heard the sound of voices from an adjoining room. For a moment, Terry stood undecided, listening, scarcely breathing.

And then she did something that even surprised herself.

She moved forward towards the door in order to better hear the sounds.

As she tip-toed across the room, the beating of her heart accelerated, the room began to reel about her.

She managed to reach the door and slowly, carefully slide it open a hair. The sounds grew louder.

As the tall, shapely divorcee inched the door open, she kept telling herself that her actions were perfectly justified. She wasn't merely snooping. After all, Agnes Hunsucker had spoken to her over the phone and had given her a definite appointment.

Perhaps there was a perfectly logical explanation for the lewd photographs on the wall in the outer office.

They could be perfectly valid depictions of the so-called Pop Art craze that many business offices adorned their walls with. At any rate, under the circumstances, Terry didn't feel like a snoop or eavesdropper. An explanation was due her!

But she wasn't even remotely prepared for the explanation she received. The images that swarmed across her eyes weakened her knees and compelled her to grasp the door-knob for support.

At the moment, Terry didn't realize there had been a sudden, dramatic change in the temperature and humidity of her pussy. If she had, the divorcee would have blamed it on the horrible, totally disgusting sight.

The sight that Terry automatically described to herself as horrible and disgusting involved two people and one passive onlooker. The two people were, apparently, the couple being matched by the Hunsucker Dating Service. The female was fifty years old, at least. However, Terry had to admit that, the woman was still quite attractive with styled, graying hair, shapely figure, and expensive clothes. There couldn't be any doubt that the female client of this peculiar dating service was a person of wealth and class.

On the other hand, the object of her attention was a boy who couldn't have been any older than fifteen years. He was dressed in rather shabby-looking clothes.

"Sure, I'll suck the old lady," he was saying. "She reminds me of my mother and I used to pump her all the time."

The boy had directed his words to the third party who, Terry guessed, was Agnes Hunsucker, middle-aged and big. She had massive breasts and a prominent rump that a floor-length, faded dress did nothing to conceal. Her eyes looked amused as though she always expected the very worst from human behavior and was seldom disappointed.

"Are you sure you want to fuck my cunt, honey?" Mrs. Hunsucker's client asked.

To use filthy language obviously excited the old woman, Terry decided. She had, of course, heard low and vulgar people using the profane expression for intercourse. Often, she'd seen the letters f-u-c-k scrawled on the walls of buildings. The word had always disgusted her and made her think of the couplings animals engage in. To hear an older and obviously refined woman use such a word in the presence of a young boy angered Terry. She had to restrain an impulse to charge into the room and shame them into ceasing from any further abnormal behavior. But something within her, held her silently in place.

Then Terry gasped. The boy's cock was erecting ! Why, her own son was almost fifteen and she would have been outraged to think of him having intercourse with a woman old enough" to be his mother.

A drop of pussy juice worked its way through her twat trench and became ensnared in the coil of thick, black, pubic hair that adorned the area between her legs.

Agnes Hunsucker spoke for the first time. "You two fuckers are perfectly matched. According to the computer, you'll both blow out the biggest load of your entire lives." Turning to the older client she said, "You've been after me for months to find you a young boy who knows how to fuck and eat cunt. You'll find him something of an anal expert, too. Apparently, he's had a lot of experience when it comes to sucking a woman's ass and spearing her ass-hole with his tongue. And the boy has quick recovery. He'll blow out a load of cock-cream and then bone up again in a matter of minutes. For instance, if you suck him off, he'll immediately stiffen up again if you rub your pussy in his face."

The woman nodded happily. "That's exactly what I want. That old fart of a husband I had knew how to make money. But when it came to getting a stiff bone on, he was completely inept. That's why I divorced him. I should have done it long ago."

Hunsucker nodded. "My clients are divorced women of all ages. And they all had to get their divorce for one reason only. The old man couldn't satisfy the cunt. Finally, they found enough nerve to get rid of him and find a dating service like mine that caters to the special tastes of divorced women."

Terry clutched the knob of the door so tightly, her knuckles whitened. She struggled from shouting out a reply to the foul-mouthed Hunsucker woman. All divorced women were not sex-starved. The last thing she wanted was a sexual affair with a boy. Still, she remained standing very still and observed every bit of movement between the computer-matched couple. She had to confirm to herself that human baseness knew no depth.

Meanwhile, Terry's clitoris erected. The pressure between the head of her female prick and the smooth, velvety cloth of her under-panty generated a sensation that made Terry aware of her own genitals. She quickly chalked up this change to her own revulsion and the excitement of secretly watching filthy-minded people in play.

The action began to heat up.

The boy stood up and, with a knowledgeable smirk over his thick lips, unzipped his fly. Instinctively, Terry's eyes widened until they literally bulged. Despite the fact that her husband had been a mature man, his own penis, in a state of excitement, scarcely measured more than four inches. But the cock-bone on this mere boy had to measure at least eight inches, and perhaps more! The diameter of the penile shaft resembled a baseball bat, and the redness of the skin blazed and dazzled the eyeballs. The thin, smooth skin of the cockhead glistened in the soft light of the room. Thick, bluish veins crisscrossed under the shaft and throbbed visibly as more blood kept pumping into the swelling tool. One drop of cream oozed through the eye on the cockhead and crawled slowly down the skin.

The mouth of the older woman watered at sight of the exposed prick and the drop of cream shot her temperature up until she spread both legs apart to reveal her own pulsating pussy.

The hairs of the exposed cunt leaped into view. They were long, curling, silvery-grayish hairs, and they were thick enough to almost cover a man's face. The sight of the gray pussy hairs had a noticeable effect on the boy.

"Gosh," he whispered in an awed voice. "Just like the cunt hairs on my own mom. She made me eat her all the time. And boy, did her hairs feel good in my face!"

The Hunsucker woman chuckled, softly. "Why don't you give Mrs. Doheny a taste of your tongue. I know she'd just love to feel that long, educated tongue of yours suck the soft inner meat of her juicy pussy. Why not give her a sample?"

The thought of performing this perverse act visibly excited the boy. His penis began to throb even more agitatedly and the skin of his nuts kept inflating and deflating like the throat of a croaking frog.

Mrs. Doheny took to the idea, too. "I've never been sucked off in an office before," she laughed, excitedly. "But clothes sort of dull the fun, don't you think, dear?" she addressed her question to the boy.

The boy nodded. "Yeah. I'd like to look up and see your boobs when I'm sucking. And I want to drop my tongue down and stick it up your ass-hole, too. That's what mom always made me do." Agnes Hunsucker clasped her hands as though she could hardly wait for the couple to disrobe. "Ain't no one here but us chickens," she cackled. "You two kids go ahead and take off all of your clothes. Don't mind me. I love to watch fuckers in action. Besides, I have to know if the computer matched you up right. Pay me no mind at all. Just get in the nude and do your thing."

Rubbing the area of her own genitals, she added. "You don't have to stick to just sucking each other off. If you want to fuck ... be my guest!"

She leaned back in her chair, folded her arms across her lap and waited for the show to commence.

The woman was a voyeur, Terry guessed, and at the moment she was beginning to feel like one herself. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the sight of the older woman and young boy together in a sexual way appalled and disgusted her. There was even less doubt that the obscene language between the couple upset her even more.

Sex, to her, had always meant a comfortable act between two people who were fond of each other. But this sort of behavior between the boy and fifty-year-old woman was animalistic.

And yet ... as much as she wanted to purge such a notion from her thoughts, there was a certain undefinable fascination to the scene, too. Probably, she decided, because it was all so different, so new, and so unexpected.

The moist stain on Terry's panty grew larger.

Inside the room of lust, the temperature accelerated at a dramatic rate. The old woman and boy stood before each other stark naked. Their eyes literally raped each other as every inch of naked body was explored in depth. Despite her age, the woman had to be considered stacked. Her breasts were full and even the way they sagged lent a certain erotic aura to the tit flesh, and the fully extended nipples had turned dark red.

The sides of the woman's body curved inward to a smallish waist which flared out again into a pair of smooth hips and a couple of ass buns which looked edible. The cleavage between the ass cheeks was pronounced enough almost to reveal the inner valley and long, wiry strands of rectal hairs which curled out from the hole. The skin on her legs was still firm. The pubic hair that swarmed up from between her legs seemed to illuminate the entire body. The cuntal lips were thick and were slightly parted to reveal the soft, oystery inner flesh. Her clitoris was in throbbing erection.

Spreading her legs, she patted the hairy vulva area and fingered the cunt hole.

"Eat me," she implored the boy. "Suck your mother's hot cunt. Don't keep me waiting."

The boy had a hard, muscular body that even Terry had to admire. He seemed more of a man than her own ex-husband! A thick tangle of jet-black cock hairs encircled his masculinity; the dangerous-looking tool was getting redder by the second. The sight of his smooth, firm buttocks sent a shiver up the genitals of the young divorcee. This boy seemed to exude sex. Terry felt guilty for even considering the boy as a suitable sex partner. Yet, she didn't avert her eyes from the action that was beginning to heat up considerably.

When the woman spread her legs as far apart as possible. There wasn't a doubt that oral sex meant a great deal to her, but clearly it had to be oral sex from a very young boy.

What Terry couldn't understand was the boy's obvious preference for an older woman, even though attractive. Was he fascinated by the silvery-gray cuntal hairs? Did her advanced age play a part in his sexual excitement? There was no doubt that the boy was greatly excited by the sight and smell of his computer-matched date.

The boy dropped to his knees and positioned his face between the spread legs. His eyes bulged like a couple of ball bearings threatening to leap out of their sockets.

The sight and the odor of cunt gripped him in a state of pure animal lust. Already the hair-framed trench of cunt split apart to let the welling juices spill through and run crookedly down the bared thighs and over the exposed ass-cheeks.

The buttocks of the woman were fully exposed for she had raised up both legs the instant the boy dropped down between them. Once his face was held against her vulva, she dropped her legs over his shoulders and squeezed the thighs against his face, as though she was afraid he might leave her.

From what Terry could determine, there was little chance the boy would leave his position or even attempt to get away. A wide smile, ecstatic and lewd, pulled his lips back as he opened his mouth.

Running both of his hands under the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her up a bit, then he burrowed his face even deeper into the cuntal hairs. The feel of the sharp-pointed pussy hairs excited him, but he luxuriated in this play for only an instant.

What he was really after was the taste of cunt ... an older woman's cunt. His long red tongue shot out and sliced easily through the moist crevice of cunt and into the meaty, inner valley of love.

The woman's head snapped back and her wide, unblinking eyes stared up at the ceiling. Bits of foam bubbled through the corners of her red lips as she moaned.

"That's it! Deep! Stick your tongue deep inside my cunt and eat. Goddammit! Eat!" she cried in a shaky voice.

When his lips or tongue didn't move fast enough to suit her, she threw her mouth open as wide as possible and yelled at the top of her lungs.

"EAT MY CUNT!"

A sharp pang spiraled through the genitals of the young divorcee until she had to try to soothe herself by rubbing the crotch area. When this didn't alleviate the situation, she yanked up her skirt and wriggled down her skimpy undergarment.

Now she could press the palms of both hands over her own pussy parlor.

The touch of her bare hand over the exposed hole blistered her body with goose pimples. Moisture from the inner depths of her fuck furnace began to trickle through the twat trench.

Her fingers moved as though they had a life and will of their own. Instinctively, her thumb and forefinger grasped hold of her turgid, blood-thickened clitoris and began to strum it back and forth. With her remaining free fingers, she shoved deep into the cuntal crevice and proceeded to bang them back and forth as though they were so many stiffened pricks.

Her hips began to sway back and forth and around. Terry couldn't stop the erotic images that kept growing inside of her head, becoming clearer and sharper. She could see herself performing all sorts of exciting acts with a number of partners.

A young boy was licking her white, curving buttocks, and then he was wiping the tongue up and down the crevice, literally wiping her ass with his tongue.

Other males of varying descriptions took turns tonguing her widely distended cuntal crotch, and every now and then an image of a huge cock pumping back and forth between her lips took shape.

She couldn't stop her fingers from pumping back and forth inside her sizzling sex slot. Her knees sagged until her abdomen assumed a semi-squat. This position enabled her to finger-fuck herself with more ease. But" during all of this self-play, her eyes remained glued on the sights in the adjoining room.

The action between boy and old woman grew hotter.

The flushed face of Mrs. Doheny continued to stare up at the ceiling as she mouthed filthy obscenities.

"Keep your hot tongue wriggling up my cunt hole, you little pussy-lapping mother-fucker!"

These epithets excited the boy and stung him into even a more frenzied mouthing. As though attacking an enormous all-day sucker, the upper surface of his tongue ran hurriedly up the hairy cleft, from the base to the clitoris, and then down again, scraping the underside of his tongue roughly along her slit.

Every now and then, on the downward wipe, he let his tongue purposely drop even lower and spear the well exposed ass-hole.

To Terry's utter surprise, she could see herself getting an ass-hole-reaming job from a teenage boy's tongue. Was this her secret ambition? There was no time for dwelling on answers to such questions. Terry was quickly reaching a climax. And so was the woman in the room.

Great surges of heat washed the face of the boy and stung him into the kind of hurried action that would have tired a. thoroughbred racing horse. Clearly, he was after the taste of pussy juice. His narrow eyes grew round and even slicker looking than the sex saliva that was flowing so freely through the old dame's twat tunnel.

Shoving the cuntal lips aside with his face, he darted his tongue so deep within the gorge, his face almost disappeared from view. His jaws kept moving rapidly back and forth as though he was, in reality, devouring the cunt.

In Terry's reeling mind, her own pussy was being ravished by the tonguing efforts of a virile, young boy. And although she tried with much effort to banish such a sight from her mind, the fantasy persisted. Her own fuck furnace continued to heat up. She began to teeter on the edge of a climax.

Her vaginal walls kept fluttering excitedly and she realized she was about to accomplish the most dynamic orgasm of her entire life. Indeed, during her marriage, she couldn't recall ever having hit a true orgasm. This time, there was no doubt that something explosive was going to occur.

The older woman's cunt hit the Big O.

Screaming at the top of her lungs and throwing both legs straight up into the air, the doors of cunt flung themselves as far apart as possible to accommodate the enormous flow of love liquid which splashed and raged through the opening like a river in flood. The thick secretions soaked the boy's face and hair. He tried to milk out every drop of the precious pussy flow by creating a powerful vacuum with his mouth.

Finally drained of every drop, the body of the older woman sagged. Her glazed eyes stared straight ahead but she saw nothing. Her mind was still absorbed with the tongue job.

Agnes Hunsucker lifted the palms of her pudgy hands and brought them together in a series of approving claps. Her applause was never lightly, but now she felt obliged to remark on the quality of the cunt suck she had just witnessed.

"The best piece of pussy lapping I've ever seen so far," she told her clients. "Bet you never hit a climax like that one. You must have shot out a gallon of twat tricklings."

The woman's lips moved soundlessly. She was trying to make an intelligent response but the weakened state of her mind and body prevented her from uttering any words. Instead, a series of groans and grunts bubbled through her lips, and she kept rubbing the outer lips of her cunt with the palms of her hands.

At that moment, Terry hit the jack pot. With one final jab of her fingers, juices began to spray unabatedly through her sex slit until her knees weakened and she staggered backwards to land on the floor. For moments, she sat on her buttocks, knees flexed upward and spread wide apart to accommodate the gurgling outpouring of juice that didn't seem to want to stop.

Never before in her entire life had she ever experienced such a tremendous orgasm!

And the blow-off had been accomplished with nothing more potent than her fingers! On second thought, however, she had to admit that the fantasies helped, and so did the sight in the next room. But the very instant that she made this admission, feelings of guilt and shame flooded through every organ in her body.

Quickly, she leaped to her feet. But before she could hastily wipe off her snatch and arrange her clothing something even more shameful happened. The door opened.

Speechless, Terry found herself staring back at Agnes Hunsucker, the graying woman and the boy.

"Thought I heard a noise out here," the president of the dating service said with a wide, leering smile. "Aren't you the girl who wants to be my secretary?"

Hastily, Terry arranged her clothing although her face continued to blaze red with embarrassment. Finally, she found her voice.

"Never!" she managed to gasp. "I'd never work for such a dating service. Why..." she almost choked..."you match perverts up to have illicit intercourse! I ... I never saw anything so disgusting in my entire life!" Waving an arm about, she almost shouted. "All of you should be ashamed! Even animals don't behave this way!"

Despite Terry's agitated manner and bold accusations, the others laughed. Agnes Hunsucker belched out a reply. "You're just jealous you aren't getting any nooky." And pointing down towards Terry's crotch made an accusation. "Jacking off while you watched the kid and Mrs. Doheny doesn't make you Miss Purity of the year. Your cunt craves that kind of treatment and don't try to deny it."

Still smiling, the unabashed Mrs. Doheny remarked. "Don't knock it until you've tried it, dear. A hot tongue up the snatch from a hot-blooded teenaged boy will make you shoot out gallons of snatch syrup!"

While the three women were engaged in conversation, the hard-faced boy continued to eye Terry in the most lustful, and obscene way.

"I want to fuck her," he told Agnes Hunsucker. "I like the way her ass slopes out. First, I'll stick my tongue up her ass and then pump it out with my prick."

Without another word, unzipped his fly and let the still turgid tool zoom out.

Terry backed away, blushing furiously. "You ... you're all depraved. I'll have nothing to do with you!"

She turned and fled out the door.

Agnes Hunsucker slid over to the door and called out after her.

"You'll be back. You'll be back begging me to match you up with a fuck. You'll be back!"

Terry drove at a reckless speed all the way to the small apartment that she shared with her son. Flying through the door, she made her way to the bathroom where she began crying. She had never seen or heard such abnormal people behave in such an abnormal way. Even as she continued to sob, she prayed she'd never see any of them again as long as she lived.

But deep down in the very depth of her being, she had a gnawing premonition that her ordeal with such people was only beginning.