WHITE1.TXT A Polite Word of Caution: If you're too young or don't like it... fuck off. White Lady: The Sexual Adventures of Colin Werth There's nothing like a coke whore. Especially since crack came along. Lots of young women learn to love the White Lady. Mostly they first get introduced to coke by their boyfriends. Helps get'em ready for sex, gets that pussy all wet and slimy, makes 'em feel beautiful, sexually confident. Adventurous. Course now, true love seldom lasts and boyfriends tend to get bored by the same old thing. After a while that leaves an awful lot of lonely cunts around looking for a bit of powder to lighten up the night. What makes a man like Colin Werth possible is that cocaine is illegal and expensive. Colin dealt coke. After a fashion. Meaning he had inherited an enormous fortune when his father died from a heart-attack. Colin could afford to bankroll real dealers. Picking out and supplying small timers with enough cash to move start moving real weight was his specialty. Colin was a handsome man, boyish looking, 22 years old, of slight build, brown hair to his shoulders and usually wore a look most women interpreted as shy, tousled and retiring. That look, which so many women found attractive in so wealthy a young man, concealed a mind forever planning his next sexual atrocity. The beginning of his involvement with Lynn Hawthorn from San Francisco and her mother, Mrs. Alicia Hawthorn, actually began one summer afternoon in the upscale Marina apartment of a dime bag dealer that was hoping to move up in the world on the skirts of Colin's money. The dealer was at work, actually had a day job, and Colin was in the bedroom sitting on the stomach of the dealer's wife. She was laying on the bed watching him masturbate as he looked down at her. They were both still fully dressed, except for Colin's exposed meat, and had shared more than a half gram of Rose cocaine in the last 15 minutes. Her name was Rachel, 27, younger looking than she really was, dark hair, gray eyes, slim figure. In her marriage she was actually the one with ambitions. Her husband, Roy, was a plodding sort who took himself far too seriously and was way too confident of Rachel's faithfulness. Rachel intended to trade Roy in on a better model at the first opportunity. As soon as Rachel had set eyes on Colon she pegged him as her mark, more boy than man, an effortless conquest whose money would come in handy. The three had met the night before at a party in the Potrero Hills section. Roy was, as usual, trying to in his none too subtle manner to convince his social betters of his superior connections. Rachel was dressed in a formal black, fuck-me, evening gown slit up the side nearly to her waist. Her aloof demeanor and arrogant beauty immediately drew Colin's attention. Intuitively he knew the best way to use these two was assume the role of an unschooled dolt, untutored in the ways of the world, easily impressed. Rachel picked up on the gossip about Colin's wealth within 10 minutes after their arrival. When she pointed him out to Roy and mentioned Colin's wealth Roy moved in. And so did Rachel. Colin, wearing an awestruck look, spent hours listening to Roy's boasts of huge, imaginary scores and famous, imaginary clientele. Rachel spent the evening flirting with Colin whenever Roy's attention was elsewhere. Colin, enjoying his role, had done everything but stammer, "Aw, shucks, ma'am" and dug his toe into the carpet in response to her attentions. Feigning being too drunk and stoned on coke and heroin to notice, Colin let himself be taken to their apartment at the end of the night. Each of them thinking of the keys of coke Colin's money could buy. Rachel loved cocaine and saw herself as the kind of woman who could make herself rich on drugs, get out and live happily ever after. After Roy had left for work, telling Rachel to show Colin around town and keep him occupied in anticipation of a large score that night, she'd lured Colin into the bedroom on the pretext of looking at an album of pictures she'd taken at a concert in the park. It wasn't long before they were laying on the bed kissing, not much longer before Colin rolled on top of her. She was mildly surprised when he began touching himself, his hand between their bodies. When he'd sat up and asked in his shy, downcast manner if he could take "it" out she'd thought, "what a baby," smiled up at him and shrugged her shoulders. Rachel was wearing a dark green knit pullover with a plunging neckline that clung to her body as if molded and set her pert little tits off to good advantage. Sitting on her stomach Colin had to turn his head to the side to see, in the wall length mirror to his left, her long legs encased in dark garter-belt and stockings. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs. She was aware of his look at her reflection and stretched her legs further, showing them off, proud of them. She was willing, she thought, to do whatever she needed to get the backing of this sexy, monied young man. Roy could fend for himself. "Can I see your tits, Rachel?," Colin said in a lazy, little boy voice, "I been thinking about 'em since Roy brought me over here last night. You sure are sexy." Lowering her lids in what she thought was the come hither look of all time she smiled up at him, past his hand moving back and forth along the length of his cock. Sliding her long, red fingernailed hands up over her petite breasts she tugged the neckline down till her breasts popped free. The nipples hard, pebbly little rocks. "Nubbins," thought Colin, perfect. Perfect for clothes pins, vice grips, piercing... "God, Rachel," Colin said in apparent wonder still stroking his meat," they're so beautiful. I wish you weren't married to Roy. I don't mean to be crude but I'd love to fuck you. When I think about getting married I picture someone just like you." Colin saw Rachel's eyes widen slightly for just a fraction of an second before resuming her put-on sultry look. He knew she was leaping to the very conclusion he had in mind. "It's OK, Colin. We can do it," she murmured up at him, visions of wealth wrested from this tow-headed man/boy. "I don't love Roy any more. I haven't since the moment I saw you. It's all happening so fast," she said seriously. She was trying and succeeding in looking and sounding sincere, laying beneath him, her tits exposed, Colin beating off in her face from inches away. "As soon as I saw you I felt like I'd been waiting for you my whole life. I know it's crazy. I'm usually real slow about sex but... with you... I can't help it. I love you, Colin." Colin picked up the pace on his meat as if her words were thrilling him to the core. "Rachel, we can't. I've only known Roy for a couple of days but he's my friend. You two are married. I couldn't..." Thinking the boy just needed some encouragement Rachel arched her head up and put her lips around the tip of Colin's dick. "Ohhh... Rachel... Ohhh... that's so good." Colin couldn't actually feel a damn thing. His hand rubbing roughly on his cock for 5 or 6 minutes had by now made his dick a trifle less than excruciatingly sensitive. He looked in the mirror again as she strained to get his dickhead in her mouth and saw she'd brought her legs together, felt them pressed against his back to give herself some leverage. Her skirt was up to her hips showing off her white bikini panties. She put her arms around his waist to hold herself to him. "Ohhh, Rachel... Don't stop. Oh God, I can't believe we're doing this. It's not like we're really doing it, is it, you know, not like I'm really fucking you or anything. I mean, you know, Roy's my friend... Ohhh... God." Colin kept sitting straight up knowing Rachel would quickly grow tired from the strain of her position. He continued beating his meat, now beating his meat into her luscious red lips. As if he were simply growing more and more excited he increased his rhythm. With every stroke his fist landed against her mouth, a fraction harder each time till he was pounding her mouth as hard as he was pounding his dick. Rachel's back and stomach muscles gave out just about the time she began to worry about Colin's fist splitting her lips. Wanting to convince him she was overcome with passion from sucking the end of his dick rather than fatigue she let go of him, fell back on the bed with her auburn hair cascading over the pillow and urgently whispered, nearly whimpering, "Do it, Colin. Please... Give it to me. Roy doesn't have to know. We can run away together. I've never felt like this before about anyone, Colin. Please. Make love to me." Colin arranged a puzzled look on his face and sat back heavily on Rachel's stomach as if needing a second to figure things out. He looked into her pleading eyes, reached into his pants, hauled his balls out and cupped them so his cock was aimed at her, wondering how long it would be before he was able to piss in her mouth. "You mean you and me... together... you'd come with me, Rachel?" "Yes, Colin. Together. You and I. Do it. Put it in me." "Rachel. We can't. It wouldn't be right. We'd never be able to trust one another. We'd be wondering whenever we're apart if the other one was being true. You know I want to... I want you so bad." Coke, greed, conceit and inexperience welled up in Rachel with these words convincing her Colin was hers for the taking. "Let me show you I love you, Colin." Rachel gently took Colin's hands a way from his meat, replaced them with her own and pulled him forward till he was laying over her with his cock in her mouth. Putting her arms around him she pulled him closer till his body covered her head. Placing her hands once again around his waist she urged him forward till he was fucking her face. "Oh, yes, Rachel, ohhh, yes... Rachel, please... Put your hands under us and take your panties off. I want to see you while we do this. I want to look at you and pretend I'm in you down there. Will you, Rachel, please..." Rachel struggled to force her arms between their bodies and Colin watched as she arched the lower part of her body off the bed so she could pull her panties off. Even looking in the mirror Colin could only see the profile of her legs but that was enough for what he had in mind. "Rachel, I'm going to cum. Cum with me. Touch yourself. Let me see you. I want us to come together. Ohhh, god, this is like I've never felt..." Bracing himself against the headboard Colin fucked Rachel's mouth and watched her right hand in the mirror as it moved between her legs. Rachel, in truth, wasn't actually turned on at all yet except from the coke and her own conniving. Colin knew it. She thought Colin was cute but her tastes ran to older men, powerful men with old money. Colin doubted she'd ever masturbated in front of anyone before and knew she'd look back at this moment, regretting it. "I'll wait on you, Rachel, let's come together. Oh, I can see you... you're so sexy doing that... .put your finger inside yourself like it was my penis... ohhh, God... this is wonderful..." Rachel, stoned, feeling omnipotent and generous from the coke, decided to give this boy what she thought would be the thrill of his life. She spread her long legs just a bit, reached lower between her thighs and began to arouse herself in earnest, easing her long middle finger into her cunt. Ignoring as much as possible the dick moving carefully, gently, in and out of her mouth she fantasized about being wrapped in the arms of an older distinguished looking gentleman she'd met at a fund raiser for dolphin research the previous week. Colin was going on and on about how beautiful she looked and Rachel found his constant blathering distracting her from her fantasy. She struggled to concentrate on the feelings she was stirring up in her pussy. Soon she felt herself getting wet and her finger slide in her hole easier with every thrust. It wasn't long before what she really wanted was to slide her finger along the outside of her slit against her clit. But every time Colin saw her hand raise from her mound slightly he surmised her intent and said something to encourage her to keep fucking herself. "Yeah... do it, Rachel, just like your finger's my penis pumping you... uhhh... my penis is fucking your mouth and it's like I'm fucking you in the pussy... and your fingers are ramming up in you like it was my penis... this is so sexy... oh, do it, Rachel..." After a few minutes of this Rachel's pussy had opened up and was pouring juices as much from the frustration of not being able to give her clit the attention it wanted as anything else. She angled her palm up slightly so that with every stroke, as her finger entered her now oozing cunt, her finger scraped along the lower part of her clit. Colin continued watching in the mirror and saw what she was doing. Her breathing became more ragged and she intermittently squeezed her thighs around her hand, now genuinely wanting an orgasm. Colin pulled his cock out of her mouth and eased forward so his balls were against her lips. Rachel's attention was more on her cunt and her fantasy than anything else now but she opened her mouth dutifully and sucked one ball completely inside. "Oh, jeez, I can't believe you're doing that, Rachel... no one's ever done that for me... no one's ever taken my balls in their mouth before...," he said looking down at her face which was tensed from her concentration on her pussy. "If you'd just shut the fuck up...," she thought, reaming herself, "maybe I could get off." Pulling her mouth away from his balls she up looked at him, panting from his weight on her and the rising of her own self-induced passion and said, "Let's cum, Colin. No more talk. I'd do anything for you. I'm in love with you, Colin, I want you come. You and I. Together." Colin sat back as if in shock, his weight on her forearm keeping her from continuing to masturbate. "Will you marry me, Rachel," he said after a moment with all the sincerity her could muster, looking directly into her eyes. It was Rachel's turn to be shocked. Genuinely. Did he mean it? "Right now, Rachel. Before Roy comes back. We could take my jet to Vegas and be married today. Forever, Rachel. You and me." "Are you... Colin, what are you saying?" Visions of immediate wealth war red with the coke and the hunger in her pussy. "I love you, Rachel. I guess I've loved you from the minute I saw you. No one's ever treated me like this before. Every one just wants my money. No one's ever wanted to do the things that I like. They want me to do their stuff... treat me like a kid. I know I'm still pretty young and I don't know a lot of stuff but... no one's been willing to do anything for me like you said. That's how I feel about you. I'd do anything for you, Rachel. That's what love is, I guess. Will you marry me? Right now? Today?" "Yes, Colin," Rachel said solemnly keeping the surge of triumph that welled in her stronger than any orgasm from showing in her eyes. "I'll marry you." With that Colin slid back a few inches and eased his dick back into her mouth. "Let's come now, Rachel. Both of us. No more waiting. I love you." Raising her head from the pillow Rachel took his dick into her throat as deeply as she could and pushed two fingers up herself at the same time. Colin began fucking into her mouth and she began pumping her cunt with her hand. He was careful not to shove himself too far past her lips and she felt the come rising in her quickly, her mind nearly blank with a confusion of thoughts and plans. Just as the tide of her orgasm was about to engulf her Colin's dick slid in just a fraction of an inch too far. It barely touched the back of her throat, gagging her slightly, making her body spasm with tension and throwing her orgasm off. But then immediately he was again moving just the right amount inside her mouth and she was again straining toward her come, her fingers moving openly along her slit dragging her cunt juice over and around her clit. Pressing three fingers against the top of her mound she began to masturbate her clit directly. Rachel felt her orgasm about to overtake her once again. Again Colin's dick brushed lightly against the back of her throat. Again her orgasm was delayed. Forcing her left arm back up between their bodies she grasped the shaft of his cock to keep it from entering her mouth again too far. She wanted to cum. She wanted to get it over and fly to Vegas to be married to this unsophisticated, rich young man. As soon as her hand circled Colin's dick she felt it pulse in her fist. Suddenly his come sprayed out of it with the force only very young men high on cocaine can muster. It shot into her mouth in geyser like pulses of the thickest sperm she'd ever encountered. Her other hand flew away from her cunt in surprise grabbing unconsciously at the back of his shirt as his cock continued to spew in her mouth. The spurts hit the back of her tongue flowing into her throat filling it. Inhumanly, he continued to come emptying his balls into her mouth as if he would never stop. Forced to swallow to keep from drowning she felt a spurt shoot past her tongue and down her throat. Finally she felt the pulses slow, end and a stream of thin semen pour from his come hole in an oozing flow. At last he pulled out of her mouth and sat back on her stomach, panting, regaining his breath. He had come so hard because of what he knew was coming next. Aware of the difficulty she would have dealing with the abundance of sperm he always shot had added to his pleasure. Rachel, to keep from sucking his sperm into her lungs, had been forced to hold her breath during the entire time he was shooting into her mouth. She, too, was panting, regaining her breath, trying to deal with the acrid taste of his asparagus-enhanced cum without showing her distaste. Cupping his balls as he looked down at her Colin was finally able to say, although with still bated breath. "Rachel, that was the best ever. I guess it's because I love you." "Oh, Colin," she said, struggling to keep the disgust at his taste from her face and voice, "it was... it was great." "Can we get married now, Rachel? Like we said?" The last doubt that this was really happening vanished from Rachel's mind. She would marry Colin, spend as much of his money as she could get her hands on then divorce him and take the rest. All for the price of one blow-job. "Yes, Colin. We'll be married. I love you." "I want you to come, Rachel. You didn't come yet. I want to see your beautiful face when you come. Will you come for me, Rachel? Will you look at my penis and tell me you love me and come?" In answer Rachel put her right hand back between her legs and staring at his dick while thinking of the man from the fund-raiser she began to arouse herself again. Her passion had cooled but if that's what this boy wanted she'd do it and get it over with so they could leave for Vegas. Her concentration single-minded now that she didn't have a cock probing her throat it only took a couple of minutes before she was squirming beneath Colin's weight approaching her long delayed orgasm. The waning effects of the coke seemed to add to her craving and she found she now wanted something buried in her hole. Something big, bigger than the two fingers she was pushing in and out of herself. Colin took her left hand and after kissing the palm placed it softly on her right tit. Knowing what he wanted she began pulling at her nipple, squeezing it hard enough for the sensation to travel to her pussy. Once again she was on the brink of orgasm. She could feel it spreading upward from her midsection and knew she was about to begin the involuntary humping motion that preceded it. Pressing her clit rhythmically toward her hole as if to shove it in her cunt she stared at Colin's dick, her mind between her legs and on the face of the man at the fund-raiser. Just as the damn was about to break Colin suddenly raised up from her stomach destroying once again her incipient orgasm. "Rachel... I," Colin began. "What, Colin!" she answered, completely unable to keep the frustrated irritation from her voice. "I've, well, I've... got to pee." Regaining control over her voice, at least, Rachel said, "Colin, I'm so close, darling..., can you wait just for a minute?" Her fingers moved roughly over her cunt, her thighs squeezing around her hand, her hips moving in a fucking motion. "Rachel, I... I gotta go NOW. I can't help it. Could you... I mean... could I... well, you know..." "Colin, what is it?" Rachel said tartly, her frustration betraying her loving veneer once again. "Well, you know... I mean I've heard sometimes people... if they're in love..." "Colin. I DON'T know. What is it?" "Well... what if I did it here. Right here in Roy's bed. Just you and me. I've never done that." Rachel's hand drifted away from her pussy and she looked up at Colin in total disbelief. "You want to pee here? In the bed?" Colin put on a crushed look of utter hurt. "But, I thought you said we could do anything for each other." Trying to think quickly, feeling like things were slipping out of her grasp, in disbelief, Rachel stammered. "Of course we can, Colin. But we don't have to do that here. You can go to the bathroom. I'll wait for you." Like a petulant little boy denied the very thing he wanted Colin turned his head away, looking at Rachel's hand in the mirror still poised above her cunt. "No. You said we could do anything. That we would both do anything for each other. That's what love is. You don't love me do you, Rachel? You just want my money like everyone else." "Colin, I do love you. I don't care about the money. You could give it all away and I would still love you." "Then why can't I pee here? Is it so bad? What if I ask you to taste it? I'd taste yours. I WANT to taste yours. Because I love you." "You filthy little pervert," Rachel thought. "You vile, immature... No wonder you're still single, you little asshole." Still looking at the wall Colin mumbled, "It's OK, though, Rachel. I understand. We don't have to be married. I like you, a lot. Don't be mad at me, OK?" For the space of a few seconds Rachel lay there looking up him, turning things over in her mind. They could be married in 2 hours in Vegas and divorced almost as quickly. "Colin... if we do this, if I show you how much I love you, will you promise me this will be the only time?" Rachel's voice had involuntarily taken on the tone of a doting mother to her spoiled child. Colin's face spun around like a happy boy who'd gotten his way. "I promise, Rachel. It would be so great. Just this once!" "All right, Colin. But then we have to hurry and leave for Vegas before Roy comes home." "Will you still come for me, Rachel? Will you still look at my penis and make yourself come while I watch? I can wait a minute more. For you, I can." And so Rachel, staring at Colon's dick replaced her hand over her pussy and began playing with herself once more. Her nervous revulsion of what was to come hampered her ability to stimulate herself but she knew she didn't dare try to fake it. Colin's reaction if she wasn't sufficiently convincing was something she didn't want to deal with. Soon the feeling in her cunt began again to spread outward and she knew, really to her surprise, that she would, indeed, under these bizarre circumstances, succeed in giving herself an orgasm. Pushing two fingers far up inside herself she massaged her mons with the flat of her palm and knew she was getting close. Clenching her thighs around her hand there appeared to be very little actual movement going on between her legs. In fact, the rhythmic applying and release of pressure was bringing her to the point of no return. Determined this time to reach her goal she took her left hand away from her breast and forced it between their bodies and down to her join the other at the juncture of her thighs. With the first two fingers of her left hand she filled her hole the best she could while the fingers of her right hand worked frantically on her clit. Colin alternated between watching her hand between her legs in the mirror and looking down at her as she stared at his now soft dick. As her hips began moving involuntarily Colin asked, "Are you getting close, Rachel? You're so beautiful. Are you about to cum?" Looking directly at the cock inches from her eyes she could only murmur. "Ummm..." He knew she on the verge of her orgasm. Leaning up just a small bit he said, "Please, Rachel, just as you start to come, open your mouth for me so you can taste it. This is...I've never done this. I never knew anyone could love me like this. You don't know what this means to me." And cum she did. With a cry and spasmodic arching of her lower body. Moaning, writhing beneath him, "Ahhhhh...," her nipples sticking straight out in ultimate arousal, her whole hand gripping her pussy and she remembered to part her lips for him. He placed the head of his dick in the opening of her mouth and unleashed a torrent of urine. The shock of it cut her orgasm off like a switch had been thrown. She jerked her mouth away from him, turning her head to the side trying to rid herself of the sickening fluid. Unable to entirely spit it out she swallowed some of it, the taste racking her. Colin continued pissing on her, aiming for her tits at first, the stream landing hot and forceful on each of her nipples, then her hair, bathing her face finally. In horrified panic she tried to pull her arms up from between them and ward off the vile flood but Colin's strong legs pinioned her arms to her sides. All she could do was toss her lovely head back and forth trying to avoid the reeking stream. Before he was quite finished he cut off the flow. Reaching for her head he gently turned her face back to him. "I have just a little left. I saved it for you. Will you taste it for me, Rachel? Please?" Hating him now, covering it up the best she could, her eyes closed, Rachel let him put the tip of his meat back in her mouth. He gave her a few seconds to get prepared and then finished urinating in her mouth. Unwilling to swallow any more of it his urine filled her mouth completely until her cheeks bulged outward. The hot liquid sat in her mouth like some kind of fetid acid. Finally the flow stopped, he removed his cock and she looked up at him expecting him to get off of her so she could roll over and spit it out. Colin looked down at her extended cheeks, caressed them softly with the palms of his hands, smiled at her and with puppy love in his eyes and said, "Please, Rachel, only this once. Will you swallow it? For me? I'll never ask you to prove your love for me again." Hard as she tried to hold the rank fluid in her mouth and not let any of it seep into her throat a hot trickle of liquid tickled the very back of her throat. Afraid she would cough and then choke, her eyes widening sightlessly, she accepted the inevitable. Her cheeks hollowed in two stages. The piss poured down her throat in two long gushes. When it was over Colin got off her stomach and she raced for the bathroom and vomited in the john. When she smelled and saw what she was vomiting she dry retched for quite a while. "You fucking bastard," she thought. "I never even got to finish coming. I'm going to take you for every thing you own, Colin. When I finish with you you'll have paid for this 1000 times." By the time she'd had a shower and came out of the bathroom Colin was gone. On the bed Rachel found a note written in an obviously well-trained hand. "Rachcel," the note read, "It could never work out between us. I could never marry a cum-guzzling, piss-drinking slut like you. Tell Roy I said 'Hi' when he gets home from work. Have a nice day. Colin." Rachel never saw Colin again. She remembered him though. For the rest of her life. Leaving Roy and Rachel's apartment Colin discovered a wonderful sunny San Francisco day. A slight breeze blew from the bay and clouds drifted lazily through the clear sky. Satisfied and at peace he decided to stroll toward downtown and hail the first cab he saw. At the end of the second block Colin walked he saw a young girl, bleached blond, in a tight leather mini, white T-shirt tied under her firm breasts, standing on the corner, obviously hooking. Though it had been fun he was glad now to drop the little boy routine. Approaching the teenager he bluntly asked her price. Underestimating him, as women almost always did, she said,"$200." He countered with, "$1000" and within 20 minutes they were in a cab headed for the St. Francis. In the cab Colin gave her 10 $100 bills from the inside pocket of the light jacket he wore. He pulled her head roughly over his lap as much to avoid having to talk to her as anything else, sure she would know what to do. He handed the cabby a $50 and sat back enjoying the day, relishing his memories of Rachel, while the teenie whore fished his dick out of his pants and began mouthing him. Arriving at the St. Francis, they entered the imposing grandeur and Colin was pleased to see his young charge become just a bit nervous in the luxuriant surroundings, her sluttish attire making her feel out of place and exposed. Colin led her to the elevators and pulled at her tits in their push-up bra on the way up to his permanently held suite. He kept silent hoping to increase what ever nervousness she was feeling. When they entered the suite he led her to the wet bar and sat her at it without a word. Going behind the bar he opened the built-in refrigerator and withdrew a finely crafted wooden box. He set the box in front of the young girl with his hand resting on its lid. "What's your name?", he abruptly asked. "Lynn." Looking at him doe eyed, stunned by his obvious wealth, the street attitude fading quickly in these new surroundings. Colin reached in the box and withdrew a one ounce bag of uncut Peruvian cocaine . It was held together with two thick, black rubber bands and seemed to be one, solid, gigantic rock. "Lynn, if you do everything I tell you to do for the next 24 hours this bag and another $4000 in cash is yours. If this is out of your league get out now. Take the grand I gave you and go away. If you stay I get my money's worth or I throw your ass down the stairwell." Lynn stayed. 10 minutes later Colin was sitting on his spine in a plush armchair while Lynn, stripped, drove her tongue energetically in and out of his asshole, slurping noisily as Colin had wanted. When she'd knelt down in front of him he'd handed her the two thick rubber bands that had held the bag of coke together, told her to entwine them over and over around her sensitive, budding little nipples. They ached deeply as she tongue fucked him. They had already purpled. A crushed pile of rock cocaine was scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Colin had encouraged Lynn to help herself although she needed little encouragement. She had shoved so much of the powder up her nose Colin thought she might OD but the pain in her tits kept her alert and focused, her young heart roaring, cold sweat breaking out all over her body. Idly Colin picked up Lynn's purse which she had dropped on the coffee table when they came in and started going through it as she continued reaming his ass. Gum, $65 in small bills, the 10 $100's he had given her, several condoms, a can of pepper spray... and a wallet full of pictures. Just what he was looking for. Most of the pictures were of typically bland people in typically bland settings. Except one. A truly gorgeous, black-haired woman about 35 dressed in white heels and simple white muslin shift. She was standing on a pier, wind whipping the dress against her tanned legs. She had high cheek-bones, full red lips and was smiling, playing into the camera. Her breasts were heavy against the thin fabric of the dress, the outline of her nipples making clear she needed, and wore, no bra. "Full pussy", Colin thought. "A real woman for a change." Colin grabbed a handful of Lynn's hair and wrenched her face out from under him. "Who is this, Lynn." "No one," Lynn said, unthinkingly, stoned, blinking in the sudden light, her wired eyes glazed, "It's just my Mom." To be continued?