Myra Hawkins entered her living room, plopped herself down on the sofa next to her son, and affectionately ruffled his curly hair. "Anxious?" she asked, placing her bare arm around his shoulders.
Mark swallowed hard as his mother's huge tits bobbled freely and then settled down. In her tight sweater she reminded him of a movie star of the 1940's-big tits that stuck out like they were on a shelf, tight sweater ... He was suddenly extremely conscious that her soft, warm hip and thigh were pressed against him. He felt himself blush, and worried that his prick would get hard right in front of her.
"Maybe a little," he admitted.
"Just think," Myra teased, "tomorrow you'll be a year older." She smiled mischievously. "You'll have to give up your comic books, your baseball cards, and your models, and start thinking of finishing school and getting married."
"Aw, come on, Mom," Mark grinned. "Listen, can I have something to drink for my birthday, huh?"
"Why, of course! We'll have lots to drink. Soda, chocolate milk, fruit juice-"
"You know what I mean, Mom," Mark said. "Come on, can I?"
"We'll see," Myra said. "Now go wash up for supper. Your father's got to get back to the office in another hour."
"Again?" Mark said with obvious disgust. "What's he working on now?"
"I'm not sure, something to do with cooling engines for fuel efficiency."
"Huh! Same stuff he's been talkin' about for a year," Mark grumbled, heading for the bathroom.
Myra agreed with her son-more than agreed with him, in fact. She and Bob had argued many times about his increasing absences from home. And when he returned, he was always so tired. They were even fucking less often, something she'd thought would never happen. Bob loved fucking, as did she, and Myra couldn't understand his recent indifference to her body.
They were fucking less and arguing more. Myra put at least a bit of the blame on sexual tension. She'd been masturbating almost every night for the last few months, but she was sure Bob was too tired to even pound his prick in private. If he was masturbating, it was probably not more than once every week or so, she thought, frowning.
All through supper Mark thought about his birthday. It was less than half a day away, now, and he could hardly wait. His father spent so little time with them, Mark was really looking forward to tomorrow. Even on weekends, it seemed that his father always had to go to the office or take a trip out of town. And the boy knew that his mother often cried herself to sleep at night, for he'd heard her.
Things just seemed to get worse instead of better, and Mark was hoping that tomorrow's party might help things change. He. couldn't understand why his father stayed away from home so much. Mark knew that if he had the chance, he'd sleep with his mother all day long! She was the prettiest and sexiest woman he'd ever seen, and her dark brown hair and wide, cat-like eyes reminded him a bit of an actress he'd seen in an old musical. Mitzi Gaynor, that was her name, only Mitzi's tits weren't as huge as his mother's, and she was probably a lot older, now, too.
Mark knew that most tits as big as his mom's sagged with their own weight. But Myra's stuck out like volleyballs, firm and thrusting, and very, very round-not pear-shaped or egg-shaped, but round and big like volleyballs. He'd never seen her naked, but he remembered the way she'd looked at the beach this summer. She'd worn a two-piece bathing suit, and the upper curves of her tits had billowed over the top, twin piles of dazzling white flesh that shimmered as she walked.
Myra's waist was small, too, but her hips and ass were wide and full. Mark remembered how they'd gone jogging on the sand, and he'd let her get ahead of him so he could watch her chubby ass cheeks wobbling and rolling. He'd seen the same loose, but firm motion when she was working around the house, proving she didn't wear a girdle. Sometimes he suspected that his mother didn't even bother with panties, either, but he never got the chance to find out one way or the other.
Now that he was a teenager, Mark thought it was past time that he see a naked girl. He was tired of jerking off four and five times a day, and couldn't wait until he was able to find a steady fuck like the older guys.
Fifty minutes later Mark was looking at his mother over her plate as his father stood up to leave. There was still food on his plate, and desert hadn't been served. And it was his favorite, too, Mark thought, and he wasn't even staying to taste it!
"Do you have to go so soon?" Myra asked, wincing inwardly as she heard herself. She must have asked her husband that same question more than a thousand times in the last four years.
"Of course," Bob said. "If I don't do it, it won't get done." He gave her quick kiss on her forehead. "Don't wait up for me. See you, Mark."
"So long, Dad."
Well, Myra thought, that's that. Another lonely night. Another night of diddle-twat with Widow Thumb and her four daughters. Already she could feel the familiar warm itch between her plump thighs. The tight crotch of her panties was holding her bulging cunt more lovingly than Bob has in months, she thought angrily. She suddenly jumped up from the table, making her tits jiggle like jellyfish under her sweater.
Mark stared at her. He knew she was about to burst into tears and was leaving so he wouldn't see. The boy watched her hips sway as she hurried into her bedroom. Jeez, if only he could hold her when she was like this, if only he could get his hands on her tits and ass, he knew he could make her feel a lot better.
When Myra reached her bedroom she locked the door and hurriedly stripped. As her big bra fell her globular tits bounced free and, as she peeled down her panties, they swayed pendulously. She. kicked her panties away, spread her legs and looked at herself in the full-length door mirror.
She was still young, still attractive. What was it that kept her husband away from home? Just his job? She looked at her heavy, thrusting tits and then cupped them. Her areolas were exceptionally huge, and a plum red, but they were just the right size for her big white tits. Her nipples were thick and stiff, nearly an inch long, and as she touched them lightly the fire in her weeping cunt was fanned into new life.
As the self-pitying mother watched her fingers in the mirror, she wondered if doing something like this in front of Bob would help. Or was he too old, too tired, too jaded? He's no longer a teenager, she thought, everything excites them! Thinking of teenagers brought Mark to her mind, and she couldn't help smiling at the thought of his walking in on her.
His eyes would pop right out of his head, Myra giggled silently, watching her fingers approach the thick curls of her wet cunt. The pink folds hung, glistening, anxiously awaiting her touch, their plump weight pushing out of the dark bush. Two slender fingers stroked them, parted them, then slipped up into her seething tunnel, beginning to pump. Myra rotated her ass and moaned low in her throat as her thumb slowly massaged her protruding clit, making her pant.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, slipping a third finger into her cunthole.
It felt so good! Her head hung and her eyes were half-closed as she fantasized about Bob's love-making. They'd settled into a routine long ago. He would begin by rubbing and stroking her shoulders and back, and then work his way down to the sensitive mounds of her ass. After thoroughly squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks, he would kiss and lick them, then tongue her ass crack and follow it down to her cunthole. By then she was more than ready, first for his fingers and then for his cock, and he'd turn her over and slip his prick in quickly, fucking her hard and fast.
"Uhhh-h-h-h!" Myra groaned, hunching her hips toward her sliding fingers. Cunt juice was running down her knuckles and dripping onto the floor as her pussy flowered open and accepted the third finger.
She looked around her room, seeking something to use as a cock substitute. She dismissed perfume bottles, her hair brush, and some small ivory statues of Chinese princesses and monks. She wanted something big, something that would really give her hot cunt a workout. Then she saw it-Bob's emergency flashlight! It was a huge, four-battery piece of ridged metal with a big, flaring knob that would keep the fat cylinder from disappearing inside her.
She grabbed it and shivered. It was cold, but her cunt would soon warm it. Holding the flared end, she brought the other to the wet, pouting lips of her hungry pussy and pushed.
"Oh!" she gasped as the cold, metallic dildo sank into her mushy tunnel. She moved it in and out, sinking it deeper each time, and her wet, pink folds smacked and sucked loudly at it. She softly massaged her protruding clit with the first finger of her free hand, coaxing her climax as she began to move her hips.
Myra was hunched forward a little as she fucked herself with the flashlight, and her huge tits swayed gently back and forth. The hot, musky aroma of her cunt filled her nostrils and excited her. Her ass cheeks quivered, her hips swung, and the plump folds of her pussy clung tightly to the ridged metal sides of the imitation cock.
Myra's cunt felt like a time bomb, slowly ticking its way toward detonation. Tick tock, tick tock, fuck in, fuck out . . . She knew that time was running out and that she was going to cum, going ... to ... cum!
"Ah! Ohmigod! Ohhhh-h-h-h, oh! Oh!" Myra gasped loudly, shuddering as her hips pumped violently at the flashlight.
Mark's ear hurt from being pressed so hard against his mother's bedroom door, but it didn't ache half as much as the long, fat cock in his fist. What his eyes weren't able to see, his imagination was more than willing to sup-ply, so he fucked his fist while listening to the strangely exciting sighs and groans of his mother's masturbation. As he caught the hot jets of jism in his cupping palm, the boy wished he was able to make his mother groan like that every night. He knew he wanted to do more than play with himself, and he was sure she wanted more than that, too.
It just wasn't fair that the both of them had to cum alone, he thought.
As Bob drove to the office his thoughts were, as always, on the girl he'd seen in the convent yard a few days ago.
Ever since his early twenties, he'd had a favorite daydream: kidnapping an innocent young virgin and keeping her a captive, teaching her what it meant to be a woman, and making her enjoy it in spite of herself. As the years passed, this daydream grew more and more elaborate, and more and more he searched for ways to make it come true.
She'd been standing in the yard, he remembered, a wispy little teenaged girl wearing the cloths of a novice. But those clothes did little to hide the huge tits threatening to burst free. They were forties, at least, he guessed and were incredibly pointed for their size, even taking into account the molding of a bra. The girl was short, no more than five feet tall, and her waist was small, giving her breasts the impression of even greater size. Bob's mouth had watered and his cock had stiffened at first sight.
Of course, her tits alone wouldn't have fired his imagination in such a way, but her doll-like face with its brown, very large eyes and full, pouty lips endowed her with an irresistible innocent sexuality. Bob was hooked and for the past two days he had been planning how to make his dreams come true. He was, somehow, going to make her a slave to her orgasms, orgasms brought on by him, until she was not only willing, but anxious for his visits!
Little work was accomplished in his office that night, and when Bob returned home Myra was already asleep. Her nipples lifted and darkened the sheet, but he never gave them a glance. His mind was too filled with the thought of seeing the girl tomorrow morning. He was sure he would, for almost every morning she was the one supervising the grade-school orphans as they played. Sometimes Bob would park his car and anticipate the leaping of her massive tits as she chased some giggling boy or girl.
His dreams that night began when he was still awake and able to steer them in the direc-tion he wished. He saw his dream-girl standing waiting for him, her arms outstretched and her milk-white tits swaying slightly as she stepped toward him. His cock stiffened under the sheet, but he kept his hand away from it. He was saving his thick cum for the day his dream-girl opened her legs to him. And with that thought, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
When Myra woke the next morning, the first thing she saw was Bob's hard-on tenting the sheet. She felt her pussy grow warm and tingly, and reached out and slowly drew the sheet from her husband's body. She eyed his hard cock and full balls, then took the thick shaft in a loose grip. Its heat made her palm sweaty, and she became even more excited. She was so horny she couldn't resist throwing one leg over his waist and lowering her dripping cunt onto his bulging cock knob.
"Ahhhh," she sighed happily as the fat bulb entered her steaming pussy. She felt the elastic rim of her cunt-mouth clamp down on his prick.
Gently, slowly, Myra lowered her throbbing cunt onto his hard-on until her ass cheeks touched his balls. She wanted to jump up and down and bring herself off quickly, but she knew Bob would wake up if she did. Controlling herself, she bounced up and down with slow, steady movements, her big tits jumping and rolling in time to her fucking. Her big nipples were standing out long and hard and Myra's fingers began rolling them.
"Ummph ..." Bob mumbled.
Myra panicked. He was waking! Frantic for her cum, she began really pounding her cunt on his cock.
"Umph . . . ?" Bob opened his eyes and sat up quickly. Looking down, he saw that his cock had disappeared in the hairy juncture of his wife's thighs. He turned quickly sideways and rolled her off.
"Jeez! Myra!" Bob said, "Look at the time! Shit, I'm going to be late!"
"But you never fuck me any more!"
"Shit, is that all you think about? I'm working my ass off for you and the kid, can't you control that cunt of yours?"
"I-I couldn't help it. I saw your stiff cock, and all I could think of was how long I've gone without it!" She spread her legs wide. "Remember this, Bob?" she said, spreading her cuntlips with her fingers. "It's burning up for you. I'm dying for a little loving, Bob. Please!"
"Oh, shit! Here, if you've got to get off that bad . . . " He grabbed her hand and forced it between her legs.
"Oh! No, you can't . . . Ahhhhh!" Bob briskly forced her fingers to fly back and forth over her wet clit. She was already so close to coming that she couldn't hold back her orgasm. She closed her eyes and cried as her clit blazed and her orgasm rushed through her cunt.
"There," he said, throwing her limp hand back on the bed. "Now you know what to do when you can't control yourself!" And he stalked out of the room and into the bathroom.
When Bob reached the bathroom he began to feel guilty and ashamed of his actions. Myra was right, he had been neglecting her, but only because he didn't want her to know he couldn't get it up for her any more. She just didn't excite him like she used to. He knew it wasn't her fault, but his. He knew he wasn't being fair to her. He still loved her!
He thought about returning to his bedroom and apologizing. But then he turned his thoughts to the girl at the convent. She was the one he wanted more than anything else in the world.
Chapter Two
When Linda awoke, she sighed happily, then realized that her hand was under her thin cotton nightgown, cupping the hair-ringed pink slit between her legs! Oh, no! she thought, dismayed to find her fingers were warm and sticky. She'd been touching herself again! She curled her fingers into a tight fist, determined not to fall prey to such sinful actions.
Now that she'd entered her novitiate and was helping to care for the orphans at the convent school of St. Maria's, she just had to conquer the demon between her legs. Touching herself there was sinful-even in sleep-and she always felt so guilty afterwards that she knew it must be wrong.
But the itch grew steadily wore, and the plump folds of sensitive flesh down there felt all swollen and hot. Linda clenched her ass cheeks, but that only made it worse. She felt warm juice run from her pussy and the terrible heat grew and grew. Her face felt hot and she clenched her teeth and moaned.
She knew that sexual feelings and the act of love-in marriage-were gifts from God, but they were also a trial and, in many circumstances, a sin. She'd never talked about her problem with Mother Superior or any of the other nuns, and she was too embarrassed to mention it to the other novitiates. What if she was the only one with such a problem?
"Oh!" Without her noticing, Linda's hand had uncurled and her fingers were once again working in the moist center of her soft, chestnut-colored pubic hair. Her large tits jiggled and heaved and she began to tremble and writhe uncontrollably. She felt the hot wetness of her steaming labes surround her fingers.
"Merciful God in Heaven!" she gasped as her back arched and she exploded.
"Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h!" Linda chanted as her virginal cunt pounded out its orgasm.
A few minutes later .thoroughly ashamed by the weakness of her will, Linda was washing the evidence of her body's demands from her fingers. Then she dressed and began thinking of breakfast. But with her every step her sensitive, still-swollen pussylips rubbed together, reminding her of her sensuality. There was a light tapping at her door just as she prepared to leave.
"Linda?" a voice whispered. "It's Mary. Can I come in?"
When Linda opened the door Mary rushed in, a pair of tweezers in her hand and her face very red.
"Oh, Linda," the girl gasped, "you've got to help me! I-I've got a splinter and I can't get it out!"
Mary was also a novitiate, a young blonde with a sweet, oval face and pale, nearly invisible eyebrows and lashes. She was one of Linda's best friends in the convent, but Linda suspected that Mary wasn't as sincere about becoming a nun as she ought to be. Judge not . . . Linda warned herself severely, and asked the girl why she didn't see Sister Paschal, who was the convent's unofficial nurse.
"Oh, I simply couldn't!" Mary said, wide-eyed. ''She'd tell Mother Superior!"
"About a splinter?" Linda asked with mild amusement.
"About how I got it," Linda said. She hesitated. "Promise you won't tell?"
"Of course," Linda replied, wondering what could be so awful about getting a splinter.
"Well, it was so warm this morning that I, uh, didn't dress when I got up and, well, I sat down on the bench in the courtyard." She thrust the tweezers into Linda's hand.
"But how-I mean what's so terrible about that?" Linda asked. "I've been in the courtyard in my nightgown many times. Mother Superior doesn't care."
"Linda," Mary said slowly, "I said I didn't dress when I got up. I wasn't wearing a night-gown."
"You mean you were sleeping in the nude?" Linda asked in a shocked whisper.
"Yes. I often sleep that way. It's much more comfortable."
"And you went down to the courtyard without . . . without anything on at all?"
"Yes."
"Oh, how could you?" Linda cried.
"Well, it was very early, and no one was up, and it just seemed so daring you know? Half the fun, the thrill, was the danger in walking past all those doors in my bare feet. And then it felt so good in the courtyard with the breeze blowing all over me!"
"Merciful Heaven!" Linda gasped. "I'd never have the nerve!"
Mary giggled. "I don't think I'll ever gather up enough courage again, either. When that splinter went in, I let out a yell like all the fiends in Hell were after me. And then I got scared that I'd woke up every one and would get caught, so I fairly flew to my room! I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could get the damn-sorry!-so I could get the splinter out. I just can't reach it."
Linda looked at the tweezers. "Where is it?" she asked.
Linda was struck wordless as Mary turned around, lifted her long skirt above her waist and bent forward. She swallowed nervously at the sight of Mary's thin panties stretched tightly over the bulging curves of her ass. The girl's pubic hair was just a puffy clump of pale fuzz under the sheer panties, and Linda felt her stomach flutter nervously.
"Come on, Linda," Mary whined. "It hurts."
"Wh-where is it?" Linda whispered.
"Oh. Here," Mary said, and tugged her panties down past her upper thighs. "See?"
Linda's breath caught in her throat. She forgot all about the tweezers in her hand. The blinding white expanse of Mary's plump ass cheeks alone would have rendered Linda wide-eyed with shock and nearly speechless, but below the girl's jutting ass was her pudgy pink pussy, plainly visible through its covering of pale golden hairs. It was the source, Linda knew, of all that was forbidden and exciting-and sinful.
Mary looked impatiently over her shoulder. "Don't you see it?" she asked.
Not trusting her voice, Linda shook her head.
Mary's hand reached behind and clutched the lower part of her left ass cheek and part of tier inner thigh, pulling the soft flesh away from its twin. There, halfway between her exposed asshole and the plump folds bulging from between her upper thighs, was a dark spot, no bigger than a pimple.
In spite of her shock and inhibition, Linda was fascinated by her friend's private parts. She'd had no idea you could see a girl's cunt from the back, but Mary's stuck right out, pink and pursed, and not at all disgusting and ugly as she'd imagined such a forbidden part of the body would be. In fact, she thought, as he inched the tweezers forward, Mary's cunt was really quite pretty, in a strange sort of way. But she'd die before admitting such a thought to anyone.
"Ohhh," Mary fidgeted, squirming nervously as the tweezers bumped the splinter and hurt her. "Take it easy."
Linda tried, but found she couldn't use the tweezers effectively unless she used her other hand to pull Mary's flesh away and steady it.
"I-I'm sorry," Linda whispered, "but I'm going to have to t-touch you to get it out. Do you mind very much?"
"No, just get it out," Mary whimpered.
"Don't move," Linda warned.
Her mouth went dry as she touched the girl's soft ass lightly, trailing her fingers over that smooth, warm skin and then sinking them into its yielding softness. Carefully, she tugged one tempting ass cheeks away from its partner, and felt her own cunt twitch anxiously.
Immediately, Linda was ashamed. How could she let herself become excited by another girl's body? she wondered with dismay. But even as she wondered, the excitement of the new sensations imparted to her from viewmg her girl friend's naked ass and touching it as well, made her shiver.
She pinched with the tweezers, trying to hurry in order to get this ordeal over with, to conquer temptation by removing it. But Mary yelped and wiggled her ass and Linda's fingers lost their grip and slipped through Mary's soft pubic hair and into the flesy, moist mound beneath.
"Ohhh!" Linda gasped, pulling her fingers away as if they'd been burnt. "I'm sorry! It was an accident!"
"D-don't worry about it," Mary stammered, trembling and breathing heavily. "Just, just get rid of the splinter. Please!"
Linda's cheeks felt hotter than ever as she realized that Mary's cunt felt just like her own. Mary's pussy was now a bright pink and Linda suddenly realized that the area had become suffused with blood. Her accidental touch had brought a flush to Mary's pussy!
Steeling herself, she once again drew her girl friend's ass cheek away from its twin and aimed the tweezers. Once again, the splinter got away, and Linda realized Mary's ass was slippery with a fine sheen of sweat which had broken out on the girl's smooth skin. She muttered an apology and tried again, but with no more luck than the previous times. Then she drew back and stared, thinking she must be mistaken. Her mouth hung open when she realized that she'd seen movement in the plump folds between Mary's spread legs! Those soft, pink cuntlips were beginning to twitch and open!
"What's wrong?" Mary asked when Linda's fingers didn't return.
"Y-your skin's too slippery," Linda stammered. "The tweezers kept sliding off the splinter. Wait, I'll get a handkerchief and pat you dry."
Mary stayed in position, her hands on her knees, until Linda returned. As she brought the handkerchief near, Linda saw the small, pursed hole at the top of Mary's pussy open slightly. A little dark orifice appeared and a trickle of fluid oozed from it. Linda's nostrils dilated as her friend's steamy, musky fragrance wafted up, and then the handkerchief was there, trying to wipe her dry.
"Ohhhh," Mary sighed, squirming her ass cheeks in Linda's red face. "D-don't rub too hard, Linda, I'm really sensitive there!"
"So am I," Linda answered without thinking, then gasped with new embarrassment.
Mary's groan was interrupted by a giggle. "You wouldn't know unless you've been touching yourself there!" she whispered. "I'm glad. I thought maybe I was the only one."
"Why, that's what I was thinking," Linda said.
While they were talking, Linda absent-mindedly ran the handkerchief in small circles around the damp area. Soon, however, her aim had strayed, and she noticed that the handkerchief was soaked and that her fingers were getting wet. The more she rubbed, the more juice seemed to flow from Mary's little, hair-ringed cunt.
Linda took the handkerchief away and stared at the pink pussy, entranced. Mary was trembling like the proverbial leaf in a windstorm from all the rubbing. Slowly, hardly knowing what she was doing, she let her hand trail over the smooth, warm flesh of her friend's trembling ass.
Her fingers slipped lower and lower, almost of their own accord, until they encountered the silkiness of Mary's nearly colorless pubic hair. The girl whimpered and pushed back with her ass, and Linda found her palm cupping the wet, fleshy little mound. Its heat burnt her as Mary's hips squirmed and she sucked in her breath with a loud gasp.
''Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, and then jerked as Linda's fingers accidentally touched her slippery clit. The oily little bud slid away and Linda, with guilt-tinged fascination, not knowing what that stiff lump was, tried to find it again.
Mary's groan of pleasure was interrupted by the ringing of bells. Both girls were jarred back to reality. "Oh, my God!" Linda,cried, pulling herself away. "What have I done?"
Mary merely looked embarrassed and frustrated as her own hand started toward her groin and then hesitated. Trembling and swallowing hard, she stood and pulled her panties up. Her skirt dropped into place.
"I-I'll have to leave the splinter there," she said in a shaky voice. "It'll serve as a sort of penance."
"Oh, Mary!" Linda cried. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to-to touch you!"
"I-I know you didn't. It was my fault. I knew it was wrong to, to expose myself to you and, I shouldn't have been naked in the first place or nothing would have happened. I'm the one who's at fault. Let's just forget all about this, all right? It just never happened."
Linda nodded, but she knew things would never be the same in the convent again. Every time she saw one of the girls-or even a nun-she'd know what their private parts would feel like, look like and, and even smell like!
She felt her face flame again at the awful thought of smelling a girl's ... her mind hesitated at using the names she'd heard whispered, but eventually she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried not to think of those words, the more they came to her mind. A girl's pussy, twat, and, the worst one of all-cunt!
I touched Mary's cunt, Linda thought, honest enough to admit to herself that, although it was supposed to be sinful and awful, she just didn't feel that way. Intellectually, she knew it was wrong for one girl to touch another's pussy, but emotionally she could feel only excitement and terrible frustration.
As she hurried down to breakfast she found herself wishing that the bells had rung half an hour later. Then both she and Mary would have been satisfied, and neither would probably feel any guiltier than they did now.
A little more than an hour later Linda was supervising the children in the big yard back of the convent. The main road out of town ran right past the yard and Linda had often suggested to Mother Superior that a fence should be built to protect the children from chasing a ball into the road. But there was no money, so Linda kept a close eye on every child.
She was near the edge of the yard herself when Bob's car pulled up to the curb and stopped. He opened the door on the passenger side and called out to her.
"Do you have a doctor here?" His voice wasn't very strong, and Linda stepped forward to hear him better.
"I-I'm having chest pains," he gasped. "I think it's my heart." He groped for air and half-collapsed back inside the car. Linda rushed up to the open door, her long skirts flying.
She had no warning of danger. One minute she was bending over him, about to place her hand over his heart, the next minute he had shoved a wet, strange-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. His other hand held the back of her head, keeping her in place. She gasped and immediately felt weak and dizzy. Fear gripped her and she began to struggle.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not ..."
Bob kept repeating the phrase over and over into her ear as the girl gradually lost consciousness. He felt guilty about this part of it, the terror she must have experienced before the chloroform took effect. But it was the quickest and least terrifying method he'd been able to think of. He had no intention of hurting her, but it would be difficult for him to convince her of that.
He slammed the door and drove off with Linda slumped on the seat beside him. He glanced briefly from the road, taking in the enormous thrust of her tits beneath her habit. He reached out and gave the nearest one a squeeze.
"Ohhh, Jeez," he sighed, feeling the excitement building up in his balls. Her tits were as soft as he'd known they would be!
Forty-five minutes later Bob was in his mountain cabin. He'd prepared it for years, keeping it a secret even from his wife. No one knew he owned it, and there were no neighbors nearer than three miles. He carried Linda inside, placed her on the bed, and began unbuttoning her habit.
"Mmmmm!" Bob grunted, almost struck dumb by the extremely well-developed body of the girl.
Her tits were two enormous white globes of quivering flesh, tautly stretching her bra to bursting. Even through the sturdy material he could see her dark, turgid tips. Quickly, he dragged her skirt from her limp body and bent to kiss the smooth, warm perfection of her belly, and rest his face in the dark brown bush peeping through her panties. He could smell her sweet musk.
Then he used two pieces of thick, soft, slightly elastic cord to tie her ankles to the bed. He stood back and admired his work. The girl's legs were spread widely apart, straining the muscles on the insides of her upper thighs. Curly brown hairs sprouted from the sides of her tight panty crotch, which had slid into the crack of her full ass cheeks, exposing quite a bit of her milk-white, inviting flesh.
Bob rubbed his cock a few times and waited for her to awaken.
Chapter Three
Linda stirred, mumbled a few incoherent words, and then suddenly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times at the bright light streaming through the bedroom windows, and her dazed expression cleared and she saw Bob. Her eyes automatically dropped and she saw the large lump in his pants, straining the fabric. Her eyes grew big and she tried to jump up.
As she did, she discovered her nearly nude state and the fastenings on her ankles. She screamed and screamed as her upper body writhed and twisted painfully.
Bob let her scream. He felt a surge of guilt, but suppressed it, knowing she'd soon come to love him. He kept his distance, waiting for her to calm down. Bringing a chair close to the bed he sat down and calmly folded his arms across his chest. When Linda saw that her screams neither frightened him nor brought help, she became even more terrified. The man's continued silence was more threatening than any direct action.
Finally, as he knew would happen, she couldn't take the ominous silence any longer.
"W-what do you w-want?" Linda stammered, although in her heart, she already knew.
"You," Bob said quietly. "I've wanted you for years, ever since I was a teenager. You are the most beautiful, desirable woman I've ever seen, and I'm going to do my best to make you happy, to make you enjoy being a woman."
"Y-you're going to r-rape me!" Linda gasped, her frightened eyes fixed on his determined expression. Her heart thumped wildly and it was all she could do to keep from bursting into hysterics.
"No, not really," Bob said. "I'm not going to touch you until you ask me to, and I won't fuck you until you beg for my cock-"
"Never!" Linda cried. "Not even if you torture me! I'm going to become a Bride of God!"
Bob smiled. "We'll see. First of all, tell me your name."
"Linda. Linda Smith," she said defiantly.
"Linda. A nice name. O.K., time to get some things straight. Think of me as a father. I don't want to punish you, but if you're bad, I'll have to. If you lie, you'll get punished. If you say no to any of my orders, you'll get punished." He paused, making sure she understood. "I didn't have to leave your hands untied, you know. And I didn't have to use soft elastic to tie your ankles. But I'm not a cruel man. You might find that hard to believe, now, I know, but in a few days you'll understand."
Linda just stared at him, sure he was insane. A few days! Lord, he planned to keep her prisoner for days!
"Sit up!" Bob said, and leaned forward when she did. His throat was dry as the upper swells of her huge, thrusting tits quivered above their cups.
"Now take off your bra," he said, "and show me your tits!"
The blatant order and the vulgar term shocked the innocent girl, although she had been expecting him to rip her last vestiges of decency and modesty away and take her like an animal.
"Oh, God!" she cried, "don't make me do that, please!"
"Would you rather I did it?" Bob asked. "You see, as long as you do as I say, I won't have to touch you. You might think about that, and compare me to the rapists you've heard about."
Linda went red all over and felt a cold sweat break out on her body. Despite her fear and shame, she was still aware of the insistent itch centered between the moist lips of her pussy. She was also aware of the size and weight of her tits as she sat up on the bed.
Unable to look at him, her face burning with shame, Linda reached behind her back to unhook her bra. How could she show her breasts to him? With trembling fingers, and breathing rapidly, thinking of all the tortures the'martyred saints had endured, and praying that she could be as brave, Linda did it. As long as he doesn't touch me, she told herself as the last hook came undone, there is hope. The bra almost flew from her chest, and Linda thought she'd die from shame.
"My God!" Bob breathed reverently.
He adjusted his chair for a better view. Never in his life had he seen a more magnificent pair of tits! Full-blown, heavy beauties, round and very full and pointed toward the tips. They swung and jiggled deliciously, and their nipples, centered on areolas larger than any he'd ever seen, pointed straight out, standing dark and stiff from her pale skin.
Linda felt the man's lewd gaze on her naked tits and gave a low moan. This was the first time in her life that any one had seen her breasts uncovered, and she shuddered with shameful embarrassment while her face grew hot. She stole a glance at him and was immediately ashamed at the strange pleasure she felt at his obvious admiration. Her large areolas tightened, puckering and wrinkling, and she knew that her nipples were stretching out even more. They felt hot and tight and nearly as itchy as her poor pussy.
Bob licked his lips. His cock felt like an iron bar in his pants. "See," he said. "That didn't hurt, did it? And I haven't even touched you. Now, reach down and pull your panties off."
Momentarily, Linda's mouth just hung open with shock. She hadn't let herself believe that such a thing could happen to her. She tried to scream, but fear made her throat constrict. Bob watched as she tossed and struggled on the bed, her enormous tits flopping up and down and rolling from side to side.
"Oh, no, nooooo!" Linda sobbed, finally finding her voice. Tears ran down her upturned cheeks. "Please, oh, please, don't make me do that! I-I took my bra off, you've seen my b-breasts. Won't you be merciful? God will forgive you, I'll pray for you!"
She closed her mouth and cringed as Bob's hands reached for her panties. As she squirmed in terror, her ass cheeks clenched involuntarily. She felt the silken band sink deeper into her crack, then realized that her mammoth tits were flopping wildly about and that the man's eyes were on them.
"See," he said, "there's no escape. I'll have to touch your pretty ass if I take your panties off. But if you do it I'll just sit here and keep my hands to myself."
Bob's lustful gaze settled on Linda's narrow crotchband. It was taut, stuffed to bursting with thick curls. Below he could see her plump ass cheeks where the panties had slid into her ass crack, exposing them. Once more his hands stretched forth.
"No, no," Linda sobbed, holding up her hands. "I'll do it!"
Her face burned with shame as she reached for her panties. She knew the plump lips of her itching, over-stimulated pussy were pouting, just as they had before she'd masturbated this morning. Once again she was ashamed that she had so little control over her body. Her pussy didn't care that she was tied to a madman's bed and being forced to strip herself naked.
She braced herself as her fingers closed around the elastic band of her panties. Arching her back, she lifted her fleshy ass and closed her eyes. Her huge tits sagged slightly sideways. She felt the silken slide of the panties as she pushed them down over each plump ass cheek. Because of the spread of her legs, she couldn't get them past her upper thighs.
She shuddered again, falling back on the bed with a moan as she felt the cool mountain air hit the hot folds of her grossly exposed pussy. Naked, she thought. Oh, God, naked! And before a man!
"Oh, baby!" Bob groaned, staring at the thick cluster of chestnut-colored hair surrounding her pussy. It was thick and curly and glistened wetly, and a thin sprinkling of curls grew in a fine line toward her navel. "What a bush! Why, I'll bet it's two inches deep!"
Linda moaned and her mind reeled with humiliaton. She burst into a fresh flood of tears and turned her face away from him, trying to bury it in the pillow.
Bob felt uncomfortable every time she moaned and cried, but he told himself she'd soon get over it. Soon, he knew, she'd be begging him to fuck her. The thought was his whole world.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Linda whimpered over and over.
She knew he was staring at her exposed pussy, and she now knew what he was seeing, for she had viewed Mary's earlier. She knew that the wet, pink folds of her pussy were pouting from the center of her thick curls, completely visible. And she knew that she was rapidly becoming wetter. He'd see the juice forming on her naked, itching cunt and, oh, God, he'd be able to smell her!
Bob bent down and retrieved a small box from under the bed. He smiled and handed it to her. "This is for you," he said, smiling. "It's a present for your pussy."
The frightened girl's trembling fingers slowly opened the box. Curiously, she peered inside and a puzzled expression crossed her pretty face. A present for her pussy? she wondered, eyeing the two oval, metallic objects resting on a velvet pad. They were connected by a very short cord.
"Go ahead," Bob laughed. "Take 'em out."
Linda lifted the two little eggs from their nest and was surprised to discover that they felt alive in her palm. Startled, she gave a little cry and dropped them.
"Ever hear of ben wa balls?" Bob asked. "Well, these are similar. They're called rin-no-tama in Japan. The one on the left is hollow, the other contains a smaller metal ball, also hollow, but with a few lead pellets bouncing around inside it. They're an ancient Oriental device specifically prescribed for nuns and virgins whose nerves need soothing."
In spite of her shame and fear, Linda was curious. She couldn't see how these funny-looking things could soothe anyone's nerves.
"Pick them up and push them up your pussy," Bob said quietly.
Linda's eyes widened. She looked as if she'd been slapped. Push those things inside her pussy? She drew away from him, pressing her body against the bed and licking her dry lips nervously. She knew there was no escape. He was going to force her to stuff her poor, virginal cunt with those awful things! She just knew she'd die of shame!
"I'm waiting," Bob said warningly.
Slowly, trying to keep her mind blank, Linda picked up the twin eggs. She had to nerve herself up to go through with this unspeakable ordeal. A deep flush brightened her face, neck and the tops of her tits, making the skin feel hot. She turned her head away from him again and forced her trembling hands to approach her pussy.
When the first hollow egg touched the sticky warmth of her pussylips, a wave of faintness made her dizzy. Linda sniveled, wondering if her arm would obey her. Her face was still averted, for she was unable to stand the thought of his witnessing her humiliation, her degradation. She was uncomfortably aware of the cool metal against her steamy pussy.
'^That's right,'' Bob whispered as he'saw the little egg press slightly against the moist folds. The girl's extremely hairy, plump-lipped cunt was as nice as he'd known it would be. Already his cock felt more like a lead pipe than an iron bar.
"Come on," he urged, "they won't hurt you. Push them in, nice and easy, just like you would your finger."
He saw that her pudgy pink cuntlips were parting with the ball's pressure, and saw the delicious-looking, shiny wet, red tissues in the center of the wonderful cleft.
Slowly, panting with shame and feeling light-headed from fear and shame, Linda nudged half of the first egg between the quivering lips of her pussy. She was moist and slippery, and the round intruder sank easily into her split and slid downward toward her tiny pussy. A hint of pleasure from the ball's smooth passage filled her with dismay. She didn't want to feel any pleasure from this awful, sinful act!
The ball came to rest on the virginal, muscular ring, then slipped slowly in. "Ohhhhh-h-h-h!" Linda whined.
What was the matter with her? She couldn't enjoy such sinful, ungodly pleasure! But the wet, throbbing cunt between her legs welcomed the first of the two egg-shaped objects by puffing out, pouting to surround it while already coating its twin with an enormous amount of juice.
Bob laughed when he saw her pussy clench and her ass cheeks tighten. She was breathing so hard that he could hear the rush of air. The second ball disappeared inside her cute pussy and her eyes bulged.
"Gahhh-h-h-h-h!" she cried.
"Starting to feel them, eh?" Bob laughed.
He eyed the marble-like, inflamed-looking clit at the top of the girl's dripping pussy. It was visibly throbbing. So far, his plan was working very well. He wanted her so horny and so weak from cumming that she would be putty in his hands.
Linda groaned again as the two balls nudged each other in the snug tunnel of her pussy, caught between the elastic mouth of her small cunthole and the tautly stretched membrane of her cherry. The little metal eggs quivered and rolled, sending continuous shocks and vibrations into her virginal loins. Without looking, Linda knew that her lump of sensitive clit, the strange little pink finger at the top of her pussy, was growing and burning.
"Nuhhh-h-h!" she moaned, involuntarily lifting her ass off the mattress. Her mouth fell open as her orgasm approached, and she couldn't stop from hunching. "Aaaagggggg-hhhhh-h-h-h! Uhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh . . . uhhhhhhhh!" Her body was thrashing wildly.
Bob's eyes were drawn to her enormous heaving tits.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she was making it worse by moving her hips and ass, but she couldn't help herself. She just couldn't stay still!
The mind-numbing sensations shot through her cunt-tunnel and clit again and again. Her glowing, extended, nerve-filled clit seemed to draw the balls' vibrations like a lightning rod. Linda knew she was about to cum again.
The mouth of her pussy felt as if it were yawning. The eggs seemed to swim around inside of her, bumping each other and her mucus-lined walls, sending delicious thrills to her super-sensitive clit. She came again and again, and was barely conscious when she felt Bob untie her ankles.
In a daze, she allowed him to swing her off the bed and onto her feet, and as she swayed weakly with yet another orgasm, she felt him pull her panties up. Then he was pushing her hands into something and she looked down. He was putting what looked like small boxing gloves over her hands!
"Just to keep you from temptation," he said, smiling. "We wouldn't want the rin-no-tama to come out too soon, would we?"
"Awwwww-w-w-w!" Linda bleated as another orgasm rushed through her.
She dropped to her knees, her hanging tits pulling heavily at her chest, and looked up at Bob with glassy eyes. She panted and moaned as another scorching thrill went through her. She dropped to all fours, and her stiffened nipples brushed the floor.
Bob watched as the girl lost all control. She wiggled her ass wantonly, reaching under her body with one gloved hand in a vain attempt to remove the eggs that were driving her crazy. He walked behind her and peered at the deep, inviting cleft of her plump, jiggling ass cheeks.
Linda was hotter than she'd ever been before in her young life. Her constant cuntal spasms weakened her limbs, and she fell face down on the floor. Bob eyed her grinding, shaking ass cheeks as she writhed and sobbed with unwanted lust. Her soft white tits squirted out from beneath her body and her hands scratched at the floor, scuffing the shiny newness of the gloves.
"Ohhh! Ooooooh! Oh, God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" she screamed, helplessly humping on the floor.
She'd never felt so degraded, so ashamed. She couldn't control herself and she could feel her soft, quivering ass cheeks jerking spasmodically. She was shaking her ass in his face, but she was beginning not to care.
"All right," Bob said, "I think you'll be more comfortable back on the bed." And he picked her up and placed her on her back again.
"Jeez," he breathed, "look at that!"
Linda's pussy was pouting redly, the large plump folds distended and wet. A steady flow of juice dribbled from the tiny hole at the bottom of her gorgeous pussy. Some of the juice disappeared into the tight crack of her ass and Bob knew it was coating her asshole.
Linda was quieter now, whimpering and moaning only occasionally. Every minute or so her body quivered violently as another orgasm surged through her. Bob couldn't even begin to count the number of times she'd cum, but he knew she was reaching the point of no return-the point where she would be completely his.
She sighed, turning her head to one side and smiling weakly. Her brain swirled as she began to rotate her hips and grind her cunt into the bed. She wiggled her ass, drunk with lust, her conscience forgotten, submerged in a sort of ecstatic semi-coma. Her tingling nipples dug into the sheets.
Bob reached down and untied the gloves' laces. Then he took them off. "You can take the balls out, now, Linda," he said.
"Nuhhhh-h-h-h ... wha...?".
'' I said, you can take the balls out, now." he repeated.
"N-nooooooooo," Linda slurred, almost drunkenly.
"Shall I touch your pussy?" he asked quietly.
"Mmmphh! Wha . . . ? Yes-s-s-s, touch me, touch me!" Linda panted, hardly knowing what she was saying. Her tongue constantly licked her dry lips.
Eagerly, Bob slid two fingers into her hot, dribbling little pussy. Linda gurgled happily and hunched her ass toward the fingers. The two little metal balls were warm and slippery and his quest for them in her spasming tunnel only increased the helpless girl's already-raging lust. She lifted her yearning cunt to him, letting him sink his fingers as far in as her cherry. Then he curled a finger around the balls' short cord and slowly pulled them free of her sucking passage.
She immediately missed them. Her empty, pouting pussy visibly clenched and unclenched, a little mouth in search of a morsel. Bob slid his thumb three times over her clit, softly.
"Mmmm!" Linda moaned, and opened her eyes just as he took his thumb away.
"N-no, don't stop!" she panted, humping toward the hand.
She had forgotten that this was the man who had kidnapped her, degraded her beyond her wildest imaginings. All she knew was that he was the giver of pleasure, that only through his aid could she quench the awful fire in her loins. Only through him could such unbelievable pleasure return.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
Linda's glassy eyes fastened on his long, hard cock as he pulled it from his pants.
"Y-yes, yes! Anything! Help me, I'm burning up!"
Discovering that her hands were free of the gloves delighted her, and she reached down and began to massage the inflamed lips of her distended cunt.
"Tell me to do it!" Bob demanded. "Tell me to fuck you!"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum-m-m-m!" she wailed.
Bob smiled. He slid his wet fingers under her ass, and let one search her crack.
Linda cooed, a weak, silly smile on her face as the man lightly stroked her asshole. It felt funny, but good to have that little pink dimple polished so gently.
"Mmmmm," she sighed signaling assent. "Mmmmmmmmm, oh, yes-s-s-s, that feels gooooooood ..."
Chapter Four
After Bob left that morning, Myra went in for a shower. She was so upset that she never thought to lock the door, and once she was undressed she was slow in starting the shower. She sat naked on the closed toilet seat, lost in thought, wondering if she had a marriage left to save. She was just about to get up and start the water running when Mark opened the door and stepped in.
Myra jumped up, startled, and Mark's mouth dropped. He hadn't known his mother was there, and now he was simply overwhelmed by her nakedness. Mother and son stared at each other for a long minute, as if they were strangers. Myra saw his eyes travel from her huge, thrusting tits to her hairy pussy, examining her carefully.
"I-I forgot to lock the door," she finally stammered.
"Yeah," Mark said, beginning to back out.
Myra couldn't help noticing the unmistakable lump in the front of his pants. It reminded her of her college days. She swallowed hard and watched the lump disappear as Mark closed the door.
Outside the bathroom door Mark braced himself against the wall. His knees felt rubbery and his throat was dry. He'd seen his own mother naked! He grabbed his hard, aching cock through his pants and squeezed hard. He couldn't forget how his mother's huge, volleyball-like tits had jumped and bounced when he'd walked in. And the memory of her dark brown curls bursting- like a bush from the bottom of her belly made his balls churn.
Mark had been jerking off a long time but he had never felt half the excitement in his groin-even at the moment of climax-that he felt now just from viewing his mother's beautiful body.
Myra, meanwhile, had stepped into the steamy shower, rejoicing in the stinging spray hitting her body, especially her enormous tits and sensitive nipples. She smiled to herself at the memory of Mark's expression, then laughed and wriggled her hips under the falling water. She was still horny, still unsatisfied even after Bob's humiliating method of making her cum. She shook her large, creamy tits, enjoying their pull.
"Mmmm," she sighed, and lifted her hands to her tits.
Hefting their weight, she pressed her thumbs into her dark red nipples, scrubbing her tits and then pinching them between her fingers and thumbs. She sighed happily, but missed a man's touch. The way she felt about her mar-riage, now, it could be any man's touch, she told herself.
She turned in the stall and her full, fleshy ass cheeks tightened as the fast spray stung them. Leaning forward, the mouth of her cunt gaped below, avidly clutching at nothing as she squirmed under the spray, urging her orgasm. Her lips parted as the delicious stimulation of her cunt and asshole continued, varied only by the movement of her hips.
Her face flushed as the strong spasms surged through her belly. She wiggled her fingers over her plump cuntlips and standing clit, and even over the tight ring of her asshole, and finally sagged, drained of tension and panting, to her knees in the tub.
It had been good, Myra thought as she turned off the water and climbed from the tub, but not good enough. She'd grown too accustomed to Bob's massaging hands on her back, followed by his hot, demanding tongue. She'd never been unfaithful to him, but she was beginning to consider it, now. But who did she knew who was safe, and also turned her on?
That question haunted her all day long as she prepared for Mark's party. Earlier in the day, there'd been a few uncomfortable moments between the two of them when she'd emerged from the bathroom in her robe. Mark tried to apologize for walking in on her, but Myra smiled.
"Forget it," she joked. "Just think of it as a sort of unexpected birthday present."
Mark smiled, but he wouldn't forget it. He nerved himself up enough to say, "Prettiest present I'll get, I bet!"
Myra shook her head and felt herself redden, but she was nevertheless pleased. She felt even closer to her son, now, and knew part of the reason was that she was losing-or had lost-Bob.
Lunch delivered another unexpected present to Mark, for this time, Myra, in a mischievous mood, impulsively took off her bra before coming out to serve him. What a gorgeous set of tits! he said to himself as Myra, as innocently as possible, leaned down as she filled his plate.
Mark's eyes bugged right out of his head and he gulped audibly as the neck of, his mother's blouse hung out and her huge white tits swung into view, smooth and dazzling white. He felt her breath against his cheek as he tried to crane his neck for a peek at her nipples. But before he could see those beautiful dark lumps, she had straightened up and was sitting down opposite him.
Mark knew his face was red, but hoped his mother wouldn't notice or, if she did, wouldn't guess the reason why. But his cock was straining the material of his crotch again, bent almost in half by the constricting pants. His balls were aching, too, and he felt more like jerking off than eating.
Myra smiled to herself, feeling deliciously wicked. She knew it wasn't nice to tease, especially your own son, but she hadn't been able to help herself. And, she mused, it was sort of a present for Mark.
Too bad he isn't a stranger, she thought, clenching her plump thighs tightly, trying to squeeze away some of the throbbing. What fun they could have if he wasn't her son! To be fucked regularly again would be wonderful, and she knew he had the equipment to do it with. The lump she'd seen in his pants when he'd opened the bathroom door certainly wasn't any smaller than his father's.
Ohhh, it was terrible to be daydreaming about her own son's cock, but it was Bob's fault! If he'd kept on doing his duty, she wouldn't be this horny. Damn him, it was all his fault that she couldn't keep her thoughts from dwelling on the stiff cock she'd seen tenting her son's pants!
It got later and later, and Mark's guests began arriving. The cake was on the center of the table, surrounded by presents and empty dishes awaiting ice cream, but the candles weren't lit. Myra and her son were waiting for Bob. Some of the kids asked him where his father was, and Mark shrugged, pretending not to care, and told them he was working.
Myra was furious. Mark had looked forward to his party for weeks and Bob was spoiling it. She couldn't delay much longer, or there wouldn't be time for any games before the kids had to go home. Two hours after Bob should have arrived, Myra lit the candles on her son's cake and clapped with the others when he blew them out. Everyone had a piece of cake, some ice cream and soda, but she opened the liquor cabinet for herself. The mood Bob had put her in, she thought angrily, she needed a stiff drink!
There was one girl at the party who Mark had liked for a long time. Her name was Sally, and she was the prettiest little girl in school. Of course, she didn't have tits like his mother, but the lemon-sized lumps under her blouse looked like they'd fit nicely into his mouth. Mark wondered about her pussy, too. He knew she couldn't have a bush like his mother, but was she too young to have even peach fuzz? He'd really like to see a pussy all bare and available to his eyes and fingers.
When the games finally reached number three on Myra's list, hide and seek, Mark was ready. When it was Sally's turn to hide, he kept his eyes open and tiptoed after her.
"Pssssst!" he hissed. When she turned, big-eyed, he put a finger to his lips and warned her to be quiet.
"You're not supposed to look!" she pouted in a whisper.
"I've got a great place for you to hide, Sally," he said. "No one'll ever find you there. Let me show you."
He led her to the attic, took the key from its hiding place under a table lamp, and unlocked the door. He locked it after them. "No one will think we're in here," he said, motioning her to walk up the stairs ahead of him.
"Nice panties," he whispered, lifting her skirt in the back.
"Stop that!" she gasped, whirling around to face him.
"Why?" he grinned, boldly reaching under her dress again and cupping the warm bulge of her pussy. "Don't you want to give me a real nice birthday present?"
Sally's face was bright pink, and her pussy burned and tiched where he'd touched it. She stood still, trembling, her legs slightly parted, protested weakly in barely heard whispers. But when he curled his fingers and tickled the soft flesh under the panties she gasped and abruptly sat down on some boxes.
Mark stayed with her, for his fingers could feel heat and dampness under the panties, and she wasn't doing anything to stop him. His heart raced with excitement. The idea that he was actually touching a pussy-and that he might get to see it-was overpowering. His cock was as hard as it had been when he'd seen his mother naked.
"Sally," he whispered urgently, "let me see it, O.K?" He hooked some fingers under her crotchband and rubbed them against her bare, wet, hot flesh.
Sally giggled, caught her breath and clamped her thighs tightly around his fingers. He kept rubbing, finding her cunt filled with juice. He wriggled a finger into it.
"Aaaaooooooohhh-h-h-h," Sally groaned happily, enjoying the forbidden touch, which was so much better than her own fingers.
Her legs parted again, giving Mark silent assent to do more. He pushed her dress up and, keeping his fingers still busy in her wet pussy, used his free hand to pull her panties partway down.
"Oh, Jeez!" Mark breathed, staring at the little girl's puffy, rose-colored pussylips.
Her cuntlips were silky-looking and shiny-wet, and there was a tiny, darker lump at the top of the steaming pussy. Sally had only a scanty sprinkling of fine hairs around the outer bulge of her pussy, and Mark could easi-ly see the flushed skin beneath them. But it was the pouting gash in the center of that bulge that delighted him, and the inflamed-looking lump at the top.
"Ohhhhhh! Mark!" Sally gasped as the boy rubbed her hard clit curiously.
Mark grabbed it between his first finger and thumb and Sally went crazy, wriggling and flopping and gasping and clenching her thighs around his hand. She came, and Mark was smart enough to know it, and he took,his hand out from between her still-trembling thighs and pulled her legs apart.
The fleshy lips of her pussy were bright red and swollen, as was her clit. The whole area looked larger than it had at first, and then Mark saw the tiny wet hole at the bottom of the little girl's pussy and knew that it was made to grip his cock.
Quickly, he began to unzip his pants. Sally watched him, her red face gleaming with sweat and her eyes round as eggs. She gasped and gaped as he pulled his hard cock out.
"Ever see a cock before?" Mark asked, hauling out his balls, too.
Sally shook her head. Mark saw her lick her lips, and felt sure that she was just as excited as he was. "Touch it," he said, grinning nervously. "It won't bite."
Sally's eyes were already intently inspecting the strange, almost frightening sight. She leaned forward and timidly took hold of his cock. She felt its heat and gently squeezed, glancing from time to time at Mark's face to see if she was hurting him. But all he did was sigh and quiver and shove his cock harder against her soft palm.
"Play with it!" Mark said, his voice urgent. "Rub it up and down!"
She lifted his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other, testing their spongy softness. When she began plucking at the hairs curling from them, Mark groaned and widened his stance, and began pumping his hips like crazy. His cock slid rapidly in and out of her fist, the loose skin sliding back and forth over his prick as her fingers tightened.
"Sall-y-y-y-y!"
The voice was that of one of his guests, a skinny little girl named Alice. He'd never given her a second look because she was built more like a boy than a girl, and showed no signs of blossoming into anything other than a pest. He could cheerfully have killed her, now.
Sally squealed with fear and pulled up her panties. Mark's cock bobbed forlornly in the air as he watched all the goodies disappear. He was tempted to pull himself off, he was so horny, but as Alice's footsteps approached, he angrily showed his cock back inside his pants and zipped up. Alice knocked on the attic door.
"Sally? You in there?"
"J-just a minute!" Sally stammered, walking down the steps. "You found me." She tried to open the door, then gestured frantically to Mark for the key. He threw it to her and ducked out of sight as she went out the door.
"Now it's my turn!" Alice cried happily.
Mark cursed silently, waited until they were gone, and then crept quietly down to join in the new hunt. After all, it was his party, and his mother would be wondering where he was.
Myra was indeed wondering where Mark was. She emptied the glass she was holding at one gulp, aware that she was drinking more than she should, but she needed something to relax her. She was still so angry with Bob for what he'd done to her, and for missing their son's party, that she needed to drink to stay calm. Besides, she was still hot for a real fucking-not fingering-and she knew she wasn't going to get it.
The party was finally over. Myra looked at the mess on the table and decided she'd clean up tomorrow. She just didn't have the ambition to do it now. She smiled at Mark as he returned from saying good-bye to the last of his friends, and held out her arms to him.
"Happy Birthday," she said, and gave him a big hug as he put his arms around her. -Mark felt his face grow hot, and then his cock stirred. He could hardly stand it, the way her huge, soft tits spread across his chest with their hard nipples poking him. His palms on the warm and softness of her lower back also burned, and his mouth went dry. She smelled so nice, even with the liquor ...
"Mom, can I have a drink, now? Everybody's gone, you don't have to worry about their telling ..."
Myra didn't have the heart to refuse him. He'd had enough disappointments for one day. "O.k.," she smiled. "We'll have our own party!" Maybe a few drinks will make him forget what a bastard he's got for a father, she thought, handing her son a glass.
Three-quarters of an hour later Myra was supporting Mark as he staggered toward his bedroom. The boy's eyes were closed and he slurred half-intelligible words that meant nothing at all to her as she half-carried him to bed. He fell backward, his legs dangling over the sides, and she sat next to him, holding him up with an arm around his shoulders. His head fell against the side of one soft tit. He snored.
Myra's heart went out to him. What a birthday, she thought. First, his father doesn't show, and then I let him drink too much. He'll probably have an awful headache in the morning. As his face nestled in the pillow of her tit, Myra was tempted to feed his slack lips her hard, jutting nipple. It was taut and itchy, and she recalled how much he had loved sucking her when he was a baby.
Oh, shit! She had to stop this! He wasn't a baby any longer, the size of the lump in his crotch told her that if nothing else did. As she held him, her free hand stroked his cheek and traced the firmness of his jaw. He was so handsome, such a good boy!
Mark stirred sleepily and mumbled as her hand rubbed his shoulder and upper chest, feeling the strength of his lean body. Her hand continued to make little circles across his chest, rubbing it through his shirt, and after a while Mark's hand lifted and covered it. Myra checked, and saw that he was still sleeping, so she continued to stroke his warm, hairless chest. After a while, she discovered that his hand was guiding hers.
"Poor little boy," she murmured, drawing him tighter to her. "Do you like that?"
But soon the distraught mother noticed that he was pushing her hand around on his stomach. When the edge of her hand touched his belt buckle, she realized that Mark was trying to get the large bulge in his pants rubbed! She stared, entranced, for she hadn't noticed before that his prick was hard.
''Oh, my, Mark!'' she breathed, turning her head to search his face. "How did that happen?"
She had no way of knowing that Mark was dreaming of Sally, seeing again the little girl's fingers wrapped around his cock while her face, inches away, awaited his cum. The image of the little girl soon merged with Myra's body, naked and rippling in the bathroom, and Mark's dream made him mumble and breathe heavily.
Myra, suffering from too much drink and too much lust herself, allowed her son to guide her hand until it rested over the hard, pulsing lump in his pants. She choked aloud and her fingers instinctively clutched his cock through the strained material.
Mark's whole body moved, hunching up against the cupping palm stroking his aching cock. He groaned in his sleep, and buried his face still deeper into his mother's tit while his hips thrust wildly.
The feel of her son's cock under her hand drove Myra crazy. She could feel the large bulge of his cock head, and couldn't help wondering what that mushroom-capped monster would feel like sliding into her long-neglected cunt. Unable to control her own urges, she slid her arm from around his shoulders and lowered him to the bed, then shoved her freed hand under her dress.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h," she groaned as her fingers pushed her taut, damp panty crotch aside and delved into the soft, hot folds that longed to be penetrated by a cock-any cock!
As she rubbed her jelly-like inner flesh, Myra felt Mark's cock begin to spasm. Her own climax was only seconds away, and she lost all sense of shame as she manipulated her ciit and quickly yanked Mark's zipper down.
"Ohmigod!" she almost screamed as she felt the searing heat of his naked cock. She held "his prick up in the air, feeling the loose skin moving under her palm as Mark's hips lifted and dropped.
"Uhhhh-h-h-h-h ..." Mark moaned.
As Myra's jacking fingers went up and struck the ridge of his cock knob a thick clot of cum boiled out and slid from the eye. She stared. When her hand slid down again, her son's hips lifted and a strong stream sprayed high into the air, coming down on her hand and arm. Her own climax struck, and she rubbed her sparking clit and whined as Mark's jism fountained out again and again.
Chapter Five
The apprentice nun moaned and squirmed with frenzied passion as her captor stroked the tiny, rosy ring of her asshole. The conflict raging within her had never ceased.
"Nuhhh-h-h-h . . . oh, please," she moaned, her own fingers reaching for the puffed-up lips of her pussy, "I've got to cum-m-m!"
Her pussy twitched as her fingers reached it, but Bob grabbed her wrists and held them away from the delightfully wet, pink cunt between her thick, dark bush. He didn't want her cumming that way, not yet. He wanted to fuck her asshole and he wanted her so hot that she'd help him do it. He had her half-insane with desire, now, he knew. She was so horny that she didn't know what she was saying or doing and he wanted her to stay that way for a while.
Linda instantly missed the finger rubbing her burning, pouting asshole, and her cunt now felt full and heavy, and achingly empty. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing with desire, keeping her in the sensual lethargy Bob had imagined all these years.
"Turn around," he said, releasing her wrists. "Spread those lovely ass cheeks and show me your round, brown asshole, Linda."
Although the innocent teenager didn't really understand, the words entered her muddled brain and were translated. Whining with arousal, she rolled over, exposing her magnificent ass to Bob's view. He watched, breathless, as her hands cupped those smooth, plump ass cheeks and drew them apart.
"Oh, yeah!" Bob said as Linda squirmed her over-stimulated pussy against the bed.
Oh, God, Linda thought, her mind in a turmoil. What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind, I must be dreaming ... But the rough masculine fingers she felt investigating the held-open curves of her ass cheeks were not imaginary. They caressed and stroked her warm, sensitive cleft, reveled in the smoothness of her ass cheeks, and then gently poked and prodded at the exquisitely sensitive dimple of her soft asshole.
"Wha ...i .? W-what's that?" she managed to gasp as she felt something cool and slippery being smeared over her asshole.
"Here," Bob said, "taste it. It's Joy Jell." He smeared a little on her lips.
Linda's tongue came timidly out to taste the stuff, and she was surprised by how slippery it was, and how tasty. It was strawberry flavored.
"I picked a color that would match your pretty asshole, baby," Bob said, and Linda's eyes bulged as his soft, warm lips closed over the forbidden, pouting lips of her cute little ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhh-h-h-h," she wailed, arching her back against his face. Her brain whirled again as she lost control of her body and, to her shame, began to bump her ass at his lewdly sucking lips and tickling tongue.
God, my God! Help me! she thought. How could she let this happen? How could she help it to happen? Her fingers never relaxed their grip on the soft, fleshy cheeks of her ass.
Bob was tempted to continue with his delightful task, but wanted her to cum on his cock, not his tongue. He stood up and showed her his enormously erect cock, and began to smear it with Joy Jell as her dazed eyes tried to take the sight in.
Then, kneeling between her parted legs, he leaned forward and steered his big-knobbed prick to her airless, throbbing asshole. Linda had never been hotter in her life, and when Bob asked, "Do you like this?" while pressing gently against her winking asshole, she could only pant and beg for him not to stop.
The helpless girl's asshole, slippery with the jelly, opened under Bob's pressure and half of his cockhead slid into her. He wasn't sure she knew what he was doing, at first. She might have thought it was his finger or tongue again, the way she panted.
"More! Don't stop! I can't stand it! Don't st . . . ung . . . ugh! Ahhhh-h-h-h!"
Bob wormed the rest of his cock knob into the tight squeeze of her nipping asshole. He was past the sphincter and felt the clutching muscle working around the neck of his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh,.-God, it hurts!" Linda wailed. "Please, no-o-o-o-o!"
"Easy," Bob said, dropping his weight against her frantically wriggling ass and penetrating her with half of his hard, thick cock. He heard Linda's breath suck in quickly and then she moaned. Then he felt her muscles give up the fight.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, feeling the pain subside.
She'd never felt such strange sensations. She was sure her poor asshole wasn't meant to accommodate something as large as her captor's cock. But, although the fit was extremely tight, it no longer hurt. In fact, the weird, perverse spreading of her sphincter and the stretching of the sensitive tissues lining her asshole were making her respond!
Oh, God, she thought, she'd never become a nun now! Not after this unholy penetration! She was being sodomized and she'd helped him accomplish his goal and, and she was enjoying it!
Bob pushed his straining prick even deeper into Linda's snug asshole, then fell on her and wrapped his arms around her soft, fleshy body. He could feel his heavy balls tightly scrubbing the widely-stretched ring of her ass and his palms were filled to overflowing with the spongy heat of her huge pointed tits. He was in Heaven.
Linda gasped as she felt the cock slide all the way into her. This is wrong, it must be wrong but, oh, God, how could you let it feel so good if it's wrong? she silently screamed.
Bob began pumping. Her empty, virginal cunt flamed with lust as he burned her asshole with his frictioning. He bounced his belly on her soft, upturned ass, plunging deep into her boiling ass time after time while Linda mewled and whooped and socked her quivering ass back up at him.
"Ohhhh-h-h-h, God! yes-s-s! Give it to me!" she finally screamed.
She was wet back there and, as the pain had diminished, so did her shame. Only the strange distention and wonderful stimulation were left. She undulated her body from side to side, trying to experience every possible sensation as his plump cock knob bounced from one spongy ass wall to the other.
Bob rose to his knees, pulling her with him, and looked down at their joining. He could see the thin, rosy membrane of her little elastic asshole clinging to his prick as he pulled partway out, hugging it as if she couldn't bear for him to withdraw.
There was no fear of that. Bob groaned happily and reached around for her hanging tits. They were bouncing and rolling, hitting each other like fleshy bells and clappers as he gathered them in his palms. He had never felt such beautiful tits in his life-so large, so solid, hanging heavily from her chest, digging their hot, pointed nipples into his sweaty palms.
Bob shoved every inch of his lust-bloated cock between the girl's heaving, white, wiggling ass cheeks, straining deep into her rubbery bowels until she groaned and panted for more. She knelt like a slave, ass high, head and shoulders flat on the bed, and rocked back to meet his every thrust.
Linda's mind was a whirlpool of obscene images and filthy words as her captor battered her quivering ass harder and harder. She saw again Mary's wet pussy, remembered the insertion and removal of the metal balls from her own throbbing cunt, and relived the initial penetration of her asshole by this wonderfully long, thick cock.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she wailed with insane need. "Fuck my ass!"
Bob released her tits and grabbed her shaking ass cheeks. He pulled them wide apart and whipped his cock in and out of her little red asshole as fast as he could. His cock glistened, coated with her hot ass juices, and he moaned each time it went in. Her snug asshole was like the softest, greased velvet oozing over his burning prick.
Linda was moaning and gasping with him, circling her ass and hunching. Her tits swung heavily back and forth, bouncing against each other as he held her ass cheeks apart and pounded her with his prick.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried, curling her fingers into the bed as she welcomed the piercing of her ass by his cock.
She wiggled her ass cheeks faster and faster, loving the way Bob's cock stretched her tight sphincter apart and reamed her dark, forbidden tunnel. Her inner thighs were dripping with cunt juice from her lonely pussy and her asshole smacked and squished wetly around his spearing cock.
Bob's eyes locked on Linda's rippling flesh. She was screwing herself back on his cock, her asshole like a soft, hairless mouth eating his cock, the lips bulging out around it, then gulping his prick back in and sucking on it. Then those pink lips disappeared, vanishing as they rolled back on themselves and making her groan and whimper.
Linda felt it begin to happen. "It's coming! it's coming!" she cried, wiggling her ass for greater stimulation as he continued to pump. Bob plowed the furrow of her ass harder and faster, whapping her cunt with his balls.
Bob felt her asshole clench and suck at him and threw his head back as his balls drew up and the tip of his cock began to burn.
"Here ... it ... comes!" Bob gasped as his cock expanded inside her and began squirting out a torrent of thick, hot jisnu
Linda cried out with him as she felt the hot liquid pouring into her bowels, the first filling of her body with cum! She bawled and squirmed as the scalding spray coated the walls of her ass, intensifying her own orgasm. Her mind spun as the vast pleasure roared through her body.
Bob sagged on top of her and they remained motionless, except for their heaving chests for more than three minutes. Bob felt his shrinking cock soaking in their mingled juices and smiled happily. He and his dream girl had cum together-after so many years he had finally arrived!
Linda felt his weight atop her, but it didn't bother her. She was still experiencing the afterglow of her tremendous cum. She could feel Bob's jism oozing from her still-impaled asshole, trickling down the crevice to the gaping mouth of her cunt, and sighed. His cock, his wonderfully thick, strong cock was dwindling, slipping from her still-sensitive asshole.
"Mmmmmm," Bob sighed, pulling away with a soft plop and gently fondling the full, fleshy ass cheeks he'd just robbed of their cherry. "That was great!"
Linda didn't answer, but responded to his caress by lifting her hips and breathing heavily.
"Did you like it?" he persisted.
Linda turned her face to him and he bent down and kissed her tenderly. To his surprise, she returned, the kiss and their eyes met. Her full lips relaxed, softened, grew wet, and he passionately kissed her until they were both gasping for breath.
' 'Put your tongue out this time," he told her softly, and kissed her again.
He saw her eyes widen momentarily, then grow heavy-lidded as they kissed. Seconds later, he felt her warm lips part and then the soft, wet, timid touch of her tongue insinuated itself against his. His own met it, flicking around it like a snake, delving deep into her sweet mouth. Linda moaned, rolled completely over and threw her arms around his neck.
"Mmmm!" she moaned again as Bob began sucking on her tongue.
He felt her mammoth tits squirt around under his chest as he ground his body against hers. One of his hands was sliding between her parted thighs, gently stroking the puffy wet folds of her dripping pussy. Gently, but persistently, he rubbed, smearing the moisture all over her bloated pink cuntlips, gradually near-ing her straining clit.
Linda squealed into his mouth as he touched that burning bud and clutched him more tightly with her arms. Her legs were spread wider than ever. Bob gently caught her clit between his finger and thumb, let it slip wetly away, then caught it again. Linda's tongue went wild in his mouth and her face was hot against Ms. He was sure that she was even hotter between her legs. Her belly was heaving and she was hunching her pussy against his fingers.
"Do it, d-do it!" she gasped, squirming helplessly, loving the way he massaged the fat, slippery folds of her pussy. "Do what?" he teased. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, hunching at him.
"Did you like what I did before?" "Yes. YES!"
" 'You liked having my cock in your ass?'' he asked, rolling her clit between his finger and thumb. Linda let out a loud gasp of pleasure. "Say it," he said, toying with her hot clit.
"I-I like your cock in my ass! Ohhh! Yes-s-s!" she groaned, spreading her legs further apart. "Yes-s-s-s!"
Bob had his middle finger in the tight mouth of her pussy up to the first knuckle. He felt the hot ring snap at him and began swirling the finger around, reaming her out for his cock. Her puffy, soaked cuntlips surrounded the finger and he rubbed them with his thumb. Linda hunched up and down, mewling helplessly as the finger went in a little deeper and then was stopped by her cherry.
"Oh," Bob said, pretending surprise. "What's this?"
Linda moaned low in her throat and reached down and tried to move his fingers in her again. He backed away. She watched him get up and leave her, and her eyes went wide. He couldn't leave her, not now! She was burning up! She had to cum!
"I'll be back in half an hour or so," he said carelessly, picking up his clothes and heading for the bathroom.
He wasn't worried about her trying to escape. Even if she wasn't so worked up, the doors and windows were locked,, he'd taken her clothes, and there was no phone. Besides, he'd be keeping an eye on her. That was why he'd heated her up before going to the bathroom. He wanted to see this gorgeous, huge-titted apprentice nun play with herself when she thought no one was watching.
Linda tried in vain to control her tingling pussy. She squeezed her ass cheeks together, but that only forced more juice out of her cunt. She sighed as sharp pleasure surged through her.
She reached up to her wobbling tits, rubbing them with her palms and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. The tingle in her poor pussy had grown even worse, and the throbbing of her bruised asshole mingled with it, creating a maddening sensation.
Eventually her fingers approached her pussy. She tried to remember the fear and shame she'd once felt about masturbation, and, although the memory was there, she found she couldn't recreate those feelings. It was almost like the lifting of a burden, she thought with surprise as her fingers began petting the puffy folds of her pussy.
She poked a finger into the tight ring of her pussyhole, working it around like Bob had done, feeling the wet, slippery lining of her tiny cunt and using her thumb to rub the hot flaps of her cunt.
Bob watched through the keyhole and felt his cock twitch and thicken. His one eye bulged, straining to see every detail, every wrinkle and crease of her pussylips. He reach-ed down to milk his prick a bit, then scratched his balls. Taking Linda's cherry wouldn't be half as hard after she'd worked herself up and got her little cunt as creamy as possible!
"Ohhh, yes-s-s," she groaned, sliding her fingers around her pussylips and wriggling one into her cunt. She groaned and tried to work another in alongside the first. Slowly, she made the second one slip in. Her muscular little pussyhole stretched a bit, and ached and burned almost unbearably, but it was the kind of aching and burning that she loved. She touched her clit and felt her cunt-mouth spasm and suck at her finger tips.
Her dripping, gleaming pink outer folds hung heavily from the center of her extremely hairy pussy and in their center her puffy inner lips pouted, nibbling at her fingers. Juice continually drooled out over her knuckles and ran down the crack of her ass until the sheets beneath her were soaked with it.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed as she stroked her hot, straining clit.
Her huge white tits rolled and bounced across her chest as she writhed and hunched. Her clit was inflamed, oily, and slithered away from her tickling finger again and again.
Linda's eyes were closed as she played with her pussy. Her face was as red as it had been when Bob had fucked her ass and her thighs were beginning to twitch as if tiny electric shocks were being run through her. She rubbed her pussyhole faster, delighting in the slippery warmth of her juices and the soft, spongy smoothness of her wriggly pink folds. Her clit was now an almond-shaped lump of inflamed nerve-endings, bulging like a bright red signal flare from the top of her raw cunt.
Bob thought it was time to intervene. He didn't want her coming before he took her cherry. He opened the bathroom door and was standing at the foot of the bed before Linda heard him and opened her eyes. She gasped with shame and embarrassment and tried to cover the livid pinkness of her pussy with both hands.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her cunt aching with built-up tension.
She thought she'd die of shame! She felt his hot stare on her body and knew he had seen her fingers playing with her pussy. And then his eyes lifted, fastening on heavy, quivering white tits and their huge, dark nipples. His cock was once again long and hard, and the slit in the swollen, purplish knob was bubbling with little drops of clear liquid.
Although her mind told her it was wrong, the hot, heavy fullness of her cunt told her she wanted this man to make love to her, to fuck her as he had before. Her asshole twitched spasmodically at the thought of being penetrated by the big cock bobbing before her, but the pleasure she knew it would eventually give made her admit that she wanted it. She was also surprised to feel a sense of pride, of accomplishment, in knowing that his sexual organs responded to her beauty.
She knew she no longer had to be held by force. No longer was she an unwilling partner in depravity. She wasn't sure if she believed what he'd told her-that he'd wanted her for years and that she was the most beautiful, desirable woman he'd ever seen-but so far he was keeping his promise to make her happy, to make her enjoy being a woman.
Linda looked at him for the first time, really looked. She realized that he was a handsome man. The kind of man she used to dream of . . . she wondered if he loved her.
Bob smiled as her eyes wandered over his body. He fisted his big cock. "Ready for this?" he asked, waving it at her.
She surprised him by nodding timidly. "I-I think so," she said, rolling over and spreading her ass cheeks. He stared at her exposed, slightly open asshole.
"Not that way," he said when he found his voice. "This time I'm going to fuck your cunt!"
Linda felt his obscene words ringing in her ears as he reached down and fingered her seething, watery pussy. He was going to make her the woman he'd promised! She was going to lose her cherry, that supposedly valuable membrane she'd never seen and had only occasionally felt. She'd never be the same again!
"Would you like to feel my cock, first?" Bob asked, kneeling on the bed beside her so that his prick was almost in her face.
Linda almost went cross-eyed. How would he ever pierce her pussy with that fat-shafted, apple-knobbed monstrosity? Even now, she could hardly believe she'd had his cock up her ass.
Timidly, her arm lifted, her fingers twitched. Linda watched her hands approach the huge cock.
Chapter Six
After thoroughly investigating Bob's thick, swollen-veined prick and bulbous, drooling cockhead, Linda's fingers gathered up his balls and cradled them gently in her palms, one nut to each hand. She rolled them back and forth and gently squeezed them, enjoying the open-mouthed pleasure of her erstwhile captor.
"It's time," Bob said after more than ten minutes of having his prick played with.
He wasn't sure he could control himself if she kept rubbing her fingers up and down his prick while her other hand poked at his nuts. And he didn't want to blast his cum in her face -at least, not yet.
Linda fell back, opening her legs and bending her knees, and felt his heavy body above her. They looked into each other's eyes as he fisted his cock and guided the swollen bulb to the center of her puffy, wet pussy. Linda shivered and a little bit of fear intruded upon her passion. Oh, God, he was so big! She could feel the elastic rim of her cunt-mouth straining impossibly wide as he pushed at it, and then the fiery pleasure began again, numbing her fear momentarily.
"OH, OH, OH!" she gasped, licking her suddenly dry lips.
She felt her tight pink cunt begin to give and, with a wet, audible plop, Bob's huge cock knob squeezed through and her soft inner lips clamped behind its flared rim. She gasped, staring up at his passion-filled face, and felt her spasming muscles trying to push him out.
"Oh, yeah!" Bob groaned. "Squeeze it, baby!" And he fed her another inch.
"Oh, God!" Linda gasped, rotating her hips in an attempt to relieve the enormous pressure of his big, spongy cock knob. The mouth of her cunt felt spread wide open, and she could feel its muscles gripping around the neck of his prick.
"OH-H-H-H," Linda moaned. "Ohhhhhh, oh, oh, oh!"
The pressure had increased as his massive cocktip nudged her cherry. The fear returned as her virginasl membrane stretched, bringing a strange mixture of pain and pleasure to her steaming, hungry cunt. Even if she wanted to stop him, she knew it would be impossible. That immense, fleshy prick was going to plunge all the way into her little pussy. It was going to rip past her cherry with its fat knob and batter the back of her cunt until it spewed a torrent of jism to match the load still swirling in her asshole.
Even with the thought, Linda's tissue-thin cherry was torn apart and Bob's cock sank like a battering ram into her agonized cunt. Linda shrieked and thrashed as her tiny cunt expanded to take in the fat cock. She felt like she was splitting open and she wailed again. Every single nerve in her tightly stretched pussyhole seemed as if it was being rubbed raw.
With a final thrust, Bob sank his aching prick all the way to its balls in the teenaged girl's hot, rippling cunt. He saw her enormous painted tits swim violently across her chest, and dropped his mouth over one. With a throaty growl he sucked in one long, hard nipple and pulled on it with his lips and teeth even as he skewered her squishy pussy faster and faster.
After a few minutes of furious fucking, Linda noticed that all that was left of the awful pain was a throbbing, aching sense of fullness. She could feel his balls whapping the wet, open crack of her soft ass, bouncing again and again against her pouting, forever-stretched asshole. He was fucking her more gently, now, giving her hot, tight pussy long, slow strokes that made her hungry for more.
"Ahhhhh, oh, yes-s-s-s!" she hissed, relaxing and making the first tentative movement to match his rhythm. She experimented happily, rolling her hips from side to side and lifting her ass off the bed every time he thrust down.
"Oh, shit!" Bob gasped. "You're a natural, baby! I won't have to teach you anything. You fuck like you were born to do it!"
"Oh, I love it, I love it!" Linda cried. "Fuck me, keep fucking me! Don't stop!"
Linda gave up the last little thought of ever leading a celibate life. She had to have cock, now, she realized. Never, never, never could she live her life without being fucked each and every day!
Bob switched tits and lightly nibbled her other nipple as Linda's head tossed wildly from side to side. As he fucked, he noticed the difference between the girl and his wife. Linda's heavy mat of thick pubic hair cushioned his blows much more than Myra's curly bush, and Linda was so tight.
"Still want to be a nun?" Bob asked with a grin as he ground his cock far into her squirming pussy and mashed her hot clit.
"No-o-o-o, no!" Linda choked as her pussyhole began its rhythmic contractions. She could feel his hot, spongy cock knob battering something at the far end of her tunnel.
"Why not? Tell me why?" he said, groaning as her hot, near-virgin cunt began collapsing around his straining prick.
' 'N-nuns don't f-fuck!'' Linda cried, on the verge of her orgasm.
"Right!" Bob said, and began fucking her hard and fast. "Wrap your legs around me!"
Linda threw her legs around his waist and locked her ankles over his lower back. Then she threw her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her. Every time he thrust down, she helped him push deeper by pressing with her heels.
She hunched her ass wildly, bawling and whimpering, and Bob reached back and slid his finger into her asshole with one quick movement. He saw Linda's screwed-up eyes pop open with amazement, and then her body thrashed and flopped wildly.
The teenaged girl thought she'd die as her cunt convulsed around Bob's fat cock, squeezing it tightly. She shuddered and sobbed, and then felt the first hot spurt of cum land in the back of her cunt. One thick, hot wad after another squirted forcefully against her rippling pussywalls, trickling down to soothe her torn cherry with liquid warmth.
Bob poured his jism into her for what seemed a full minute before sinking wearily onto her soft body. He felt his limber prick ooze from her slippery cunt and rolled off her. Linda sighed and moaned, a dazed smile on her flushed, sweaty face. He watched his blood-stained cum pour from her small, hairy cunt. It made a small puddle on the bed between her fleshy asscheeks.
"Pretty good, huh?" Bob smiled, reaching over-to stroke a big, soft tit, Her large areola and nipple were relaxed.
"Ohhhh ..." Linda sighed. She looked at him. "What's your name? I don't even know what to call you."
"Bob."
"Bob." She tasted his name, then reached down and touched the inflamed opening of her pussy. She seemed awed by the sight of his blood-stained cum. "Ohhhh, Bob, it was wonderful. It sounds crazy, but I'm glad you . . . you kidnapped me. I would have made a terrible nun. My pussy was already getting me into trouble."
"It was? How?"
"Oh, you know, my fingers and, uh, just this morning I touched another girl there. I didn't mean to, it just happened. My God, only this morning! It seems like years and years."
"It has been years," Bob said, looking at his watch. "We've been here all day and half the night. You know, it's after midnight! Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"Damn, I forgot! Today's my kid's birthday. Or, yesterday was. I missed his party! Shit, Myra'll kill me, too."
"Y-your wife?" Suddenly, Linda was afraid.
"Yes, but . . . maybe not for long." He looked at her. "All you know about me is that I kidnapped and practically raped you. Not a great way to start a relationship, and I'll bet the police are looking for you now. But, what would you say if I asked you to stay here and wait for me until tomorrow?"
"You're going home to your wife?" "And my son," he said. "It's strange. I love^ you. I've loved you since I first saw you, but I still love Myra. But it's not the same kind of love. I don't have the urge to sleep with her, any more, and that's not fair to her. She should be free to find someone who can take care of her."
"You mean, you'd divorce her?" "If I thought you'd stay with me." "Oh, Bob!" Linda cried, throwing herself against him and hugging him.
He felt her huge tits squash and ooze between them. She pressed her mouth to his, her lips wet and parted, and beat him by a split second in using her tongue. They kissed and fondled each other for a long time, but Bob finally tore himself away and began to dress. "We'll have a lot to talk about, tomorrow," he promised as he opened the door to leave. "There's lots of food in the refrigerator, and a radio on the closet shelf." He grinned. "Keep it hot for me!" and pointed at her pussy.
Linda giggled and hunched her hips at him. She could hardly wait for tomorrow to come. She could hardly wait to cum tomorrow.
It took Bob more than two hours to drive from the cabin and through town to his house. It was, as he had expected, dark. Myra wasn't waiting up for him. In a way, he was relieved. He didn't feel like explanations, recriminations and arguments tonight. He didn't want anything to spoil the happy frame of mind the day's delights had put him in.
He tiptoed through the door and went straight to Mark's room. He loved his son, and was ashamed of himself for forgetting all about the boy's birthday. Mark was used to being neglected, he told himself guiltily. Maybe he'd see more of his son after the divorce ...
Bob wondered how the boy would cope with the pain of a divorce, then realized that it probably wouldn't make that much difference in his life. With visitation privileges, Mark would probably see more of his father than he had in the last five years.
Bob smelled the liquor even before he reached his son's room, so he wasn't too surprised to see his boy sprawled out on the bed. But he was surprised to see his kid's cock hanging out of his fly and lolling over his balls.
Shit, Bob thought, the kid was so drunk he jerked off right on the bed! He grinned, thinking how Myra would have yelled if she'd caught him.
Bob threw a sheet over Mark's body so his mother wouldn't walk in and see his prick, then he took off his shoes and walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife-but not for much longer, he thought. Linda's face and ripening body floated before him as he undressed. There'd been no need to tiptoe. Myra was out cold, a drunken snore his only greeting. In a way, it was a relief to see her that way, but Bob knew he was the reason she'd gotten drunk.
The next morning at breakfast Bob knew Myra was extremely angry with him. He didn't blame her, but that didn't make the situation any more bearable. He couldn't discuss anything with her because she was hung over and giving him the silent treatment.
"Listen, Mark," Bob said when he saw his son, "I'm really sorry about missing your party. It wasn't intentional, and if it makes you feel any better, I feel like a piece of shit. I-I don't think things are going to improve between your mother and me, but whatever happens, I still love you. Can you understand what I'm saying?"'
Mark mumbled an assent, feeling awkward about listening to his father's apologies. And
Mark was surprised to hear him say he loved him. He'd never said that!
Bob told Myra's back-because she wouldn't look at him-that he was leaving, and squeezed Mark's shoulder. They assumed he was going to work, but he'd taken his vacation time and was again heading for the cabin.
When she heard the front door close softly, Myra turned to Mark, She felt terrible this morning, and wondering if he had any memory of what she'd done wasn't helping. But her son didn't act differently toward her, and she gradually relaxed.
When she saw him take a couple of aspirin, she said, "Sorry you asked for a drink last night?"
Mark grinned just a little. "Naw, it's only a regular headache, nothin' special. But I sure slept good!"
Myra felt herself blushing. She was sure it was more than the liquor that had made him sleep so soundly. A good hand-job, she thought, that's what a growing boy needs to stay healthy! She almost giggled aloud at the revolutionary idea.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Mark asked. "You sure looked funny, just then."
"Oh,nothing, I was just thinking."
And I've got to stop it, she told herself.
Sexual frustration is no excuse for incest, and that's what jerking Mark off could lead to. And it wouldn't be at all difficult imagining him as a sex partner, not with that fat cock of his. But she mustn't allow it to happen, no matter how horny she was. He was only a boy and he wouldn't understand all the problems it could cause, all the hang-ups she might give him.
But-would jerking him off while he slept be so awfulT Playing with her pussy while feeling the hot strength of his prick against her palm was soooo thrilling! His cock was so thick, so hard, and by the way it pulsed she could tell it was powerful. And now that Bob wouldn't fuck her, she needed to at least feel a man's cock in her hand. And Mark was a mans now. After last night, there was no denying that.
One thing about Mark, he would be a kind, gentle, considerate lover. She remembered how he'd looked at her naked body in the bathroom, and thought about how nice it would be to have him look at her again-how nice it would be to see him admire her heavy tits and hairy pussy, and how especially nice it would be to feel his hands on her.
Ghhhh, I've got to stop this! Myra screamed at herself. I can't keep thinking such thoughts!
Mark spent most of the morning studying
Ms sexy mother's pretty face and voluptuous body. She still reminded him of Mitzi Gaynor, especially with her high cheekbones and quivery tits, and he slid the loose skin over his hard cock every chance he got. Myra was usually facing the other way when he fisted himself with a hand in his pocket, so he found himself staring at her wide hips and full, fleshy ass cheeks, which suited him fine. He knew those big ass cheeks would be soft by the way they wobbled when she walked.
She came to the dining room where a pitcher of martinis was already stirred up and poured herself a drink. It went down quickly, and then she found herself groaning and rubbing her hot cunt against the arm of the sofa. Damn, she thought, I can't even remember the last day I didn't jerk off! Fingers weren't bad occasionally, but for a married woman to have no other choice but masturbation was not only cruel, but humiliating.
Before heading for her bedroom, she poured herself another drink. The warmth of the gin and vermouth went straight to her bloated cuntlips and Myra squeezed her thighs tightly together. Hot pussy juice oozed from her hairy cunt and she sighed, imagining a tongue, and then a cock, swabbing that hot, pink crease.
Mark heard his mother's quick steps, and then the closing and locking of her bedroom door. He wondered if she was going to undress, and hurried to the keyhole.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw his mother unbuttoning her blouse and pushing up her bra as she lay on the bed. Her huge, white, perfectly round tits pointed up at the ceiling, jiggling firmly. Myra looked at her tits, taking pride in their size and pneumatic thrust. One hand stroked across them, gently rolling the soft, spongy flesh around, changing their shape. She felt their hard nipples slide sharply under her palm and was tempted to roll them between her fingers.
Mark heard his mother's breath quickening as she flicked her swollen, extended nipples back and forth with the tip of one finger and moved her gorgeous tits around. His cock twitched and hardened almost instantly. Then she moaned and he saw her hands slide down her belly and one of them disappeared under her skirt.
"Ohhhhhh," he heard her moan.
Without taking his eye from the keyhole he unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff prick. Jeez, he'd never dreamed he'd get a chance to see his own mother jerk off! But there couldn't be any other explanation for the way she was groaning arid fondling herself.
"Ooooo, ooooo, ooooo," Myra crooned to some pleasure that her son couldn't see.
Chapter Seven
Myra's knees were pulled back, almost touching her huge tits, and widely parted, exposing the whole, heavily haired delight of her wide-spread pussy to her son's wild stare. In this position, her ass was- rolled back and the cheeks parted, showing him her wet, puckered asshole. The tiny pink ring was nestled deep in her plump ass and winked in time to his mother's fingerings.
"Ohhhhhhh, ahhhh," Myra groaned again as she hunched her hungry pussy up to swallow two fingers. They disappeared into the protruding, mouth-like pinkness of her plump-lipped cunt with a wet, squishy sound. Mark saw her inner thighs flex.
Her fingers plunged into the center of her hairy cunt, digging into her juiced-up pussy. Mark was going out of his mind with lust. This was the best birthday present ever! If she'd thought seeing her naked in the bathroom had made him happy, she had never considered the exalted peaks his happiness could reach!
Even her bed was bouncing-she was fucking back at her fingers so hard. Mark couldn't tear his eye away from that shaggy, thick mound of chestnut-colored hair that was being so enthusiastically penetrated. For the first time in his life, the young boy heard the wet sounds of a fucking pussy and the cries of a shamelessly aroused woman. That the woman was his mother only increased the boy's excitement.
Myra's cunt hair was not only thick, it stood up high on her plump pussy mound. Stray, curling brown hairs clustered at the creases of her thighs, also, but Mark could see that her heavy growth tapered off before reaching her asshole. From this distance, her ass looked hairless, and he dreamed about someday getting close enough to know for certain.
He could see her juice frothing up from her plunging fingers, and the thought that he'd been born down between those plump thighs and exited from her pink, hairy pussy made the sight all the more exciting. All that clear, bubbly juice was flowing over her pink folds and sliding down the cheeks of her bouncing ass to puddle on the bed. Mark licked his lips.
Myra, unaware that her young son was watching her as she masturbated so furiously, moaned and whimpered again and again, squirming lewdly, her hips gyrating, flinging her ass and cunt toward the keyhole. Mark had never been nearer to rape. It was almost as if his mother was asking for it, he thought, then realized that in reality she was. She wouldn't finger herself if she had a cock.
Mark's whole body, not just his fist, thrust back and forth as he jerked off, mentally imagining his mother squirming lewdly under him. It wasn't her fingers, but his fat, glistening cock running in and out of her hungrily gulping cunt, and she was gasping for him. Oh, Jeez, how he wished he could run into her bedroom, throw himself on her, shove his cock into that pretty pink pussy and pump his boiling j ism into her!
Myra's legs hung in the air, her feet dangling as she finger-fucked herself with one hand and shoved one heavy, creamy tit up to her mouth with the other. Mark saw his mother's full lips part hungrily and close over the large lump of her nipple. Her cheeks hollowed and he knew she was sucking on that hot, sexy-looking bump. That her tits were large enough to reach her mouth had never occurred to Mark before, and he realized that he had a lot to learn about not only fucking, but the way women jerked off.
The bedsprings were creaking, now, keeping time to his mother's shaking body, and her wild moans filled the room. He'd never heard such sounds before and he wondered if this was the hardest she'd ever jerked off.
"Awwwwww," Myra groaned loudly, and Mark watched as her free hand left her tit- which she still kept locked between her lips- and reached down to her ass.
"Oh, shit!" he breathed as he watched her fingers run up and down the deep crevice of her ass, probing for the dimple of her asshole. When his left eye began to water, he quickly switched to his right. Myra's middle finger was rubbing and prodding the tiny, winking hole between her ass cheeks, and he noticed that her pussy-plugging fingers were slowing down as she investigated her wet pucker.
He heard his mother grunt suddenly, and saw that the very tip of her finger was digging into the soft, rubbery ass ring. His own asshole sympathetically tightened as he saw her squirming her finger around to loosen the sphincter before drilling even deeper.
Myra's face was really red as her fingers pumped her pussy and attacked her asshole. The sight of that tight-looking, rubbery opening being ravished by his own mother's finger shocked the boy more than her tit-sucking and masturbating had. He wished he'd thought of checking Sally's asshole out yesterday, and made a mental note to try the next time he got her alone.
Mark's cock was oozing great amounts of pre-cum as he rubbed its throbbing length. He imagined it wasn't his fist, but his mother's cunt or asshole that was wrapped around his prick. So what if she was his mother? She was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen and he knew he could make her happy if she'd give him the chance.
He perked up, hearing her breathing more heavily. She was squirming and grunting and whining louder than ever, her mammoth tits heaving like crazy. Her ass humped high to meet,her fingers. The heavy curls surrounding her dripping cuntlips and swallowed fingers trembled as if a stiff breeze were blowing over them, and Mark remembered how soft and mushy and hot Sally's nearly hairless pussy had felt. His mother's cunt would feel so much better!
Myra's mouth opened and her spit-sliekened nipple popped free to quiver stiffly in the air. She rammed her fingers in and out of her clinging cunt harder and faster, and twisted and curled the one in her ass, "Yeahhhhh! Huhhh-h-h-h! Awww-w-w!" she cried as her legs kicked wildly and her whole body trembled. She arched her back and squeezed her cunt around her fingers as hard as she could, then sank back, completely exhausted.
Mark stared as Myra clamped her thighs around her fingers, leaving them inside her hair-covered cunt while her "whole lower body throbbed with satiation. But the moment of exquisite bliss passed much too quickly, and Myra finally pulled her fingers from her hot, clinging asshole and her sloppy cunt. She rolled over, burrowing her head into the pillows, and then reached down to tug a sheet up over her wide, quivering ass.
"Shit!" Mark cursed as the sight of her twin, white ass cheeks and juicy-shiny flesh was cut off. His cock throbbed worse than ever in his hand.
Now that the spectacle was over, the horny boy decided to masturbate in comfort. He felt like cumming all over his mother's door, but controlled the urge. Instead, he went into his own room and lay down on the bed. His balls hung out, caught in the crease of his thighs, and his long, fat cock pulsated skyward.
Not far away, Myra roused herself from an orgasm-induced lethargy and sat up. What was that? Then she heard the faint creaking of springs and realized that Mark must be jerking off in bed! She couldn't suppress the wave of lustful excitement that washed over her at the thought of seeing that beautiful fat cock again. Quickly, without bothering to dress, she crept toward his half-open door.
Her eyes widened, sparkling happily as she peered around the corner. Mark's long, fat-shafted, bulbous-knobbed cock was thrusting three-quarters above his gripping fist! That broad, mushroom-shaped cock knob that she remembered so well was a bright, shiny purplish-red, and was gleaming wetly from what appeared to be gallons of pre-cum. His whole fist was dripping and his balls were coated. She could even see the tip, where his gaping piss-slit drooled out more of the slippery stuff!
The hot-assed mother licked her dry lips and swallowed hard. It would be so easy to just rush in and plunge her mouth over his delicious-looking prick! Oh, if only he wasn't her son! she thought, if only she could squat over him and shove his husky prick up her creamy cunt! Shit, she'd only just cum and still the sight of Mark's enormous prick was making her cunt burn and throb again!
Her big tits pulled heavily at her chest as she leaned forward, peering around the edge of the door. She lifted a hand to rub their nipples while she peeked at her masturbating son. What a stud he was!
The boy's fist slid up and down his well-greased cock faster and faster, making his plump nuts bounce. He was lifting his ass up as his fist slid down, and Myra felt her cunt tighten. The way those round, rosy balls were drawing up, she knew he was going to cum, soon. She remembered how much he had shot last night, and how hot it had felt against her skin.
"Huh-h-h-h ..." Mark groaned.
Then his massive cock jumped in his fist and a thick glob of white jism blew two feet into the air, followed by four or five smaller, but still sizable, cum-wads. They fell like kernels of white popcorn all over his thighs and crotch.
"Ohhhhh, Mommmmm . . . " she heard him moan as he milked his still-fat prick lazily, forcing out a few watery, sticky strings over his knuckles.
Myra's mouth was drier than ever and her hand was frozen over one big tit. Had she heard right? Trembling with lust, she forced herself to turn away and head for her bedroom. Oh, God, she thought, he was thinking of me when he came? And then she wondered how she'd ever be able to control her evergrowing urge to seduce him. The thought of Mark fucking her with that horse-cock of his made her cunt loosen and grow heavy again. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have him squirting his jets of hot cum against the back of her cunt, and failed. Bob hadn't cum like that since the early years of their marriage!
She closed her door and slowly dressed, her mind half-numb with what she'd seen and heard. She knew that if she didn't keep a tight rein on herself, she'd someday commit the ultimate sin with her own son. She knew she didn't have the willpower to keep from spying on him when he jerked off, and in the back of her mind was the memory of how it had felt to masturbate him. Maybe she could get away with it again ...
After Mark cleaned up, dressed and left his bedroom, he found his mother back at the martini pitcher. He knew she'd never used to drink alone, or so early, and figured his father was the cause. He sat down across from her and momentarily saw her as she had been an hour earlier-naked and squirming with abandon. It made his face burn.
Myra saw her son blush and look uncomfortable, and took another drink. "Why don't you go out and play with some of your friends?" she asked, hoping to take temptation away for a while.
"Oh, well, you know, they ask things about Dad. Like, why wasn't he at the party, and things like that. Besides, I'd rather sit with you."
Myra finished her fourth drink. She hadn't thought about how Mark was being affected by the problems she and Bob were having. Oh, when he missed the party, yes, but the long-term, daily effects on his relations with other children had never occurred to her.
"Mom, what's wrong with Dad?"
Myra tried to gather her thoughts. "Well, Mark, I-I think your father and I have grown away from each other. It happens, sometimes. Instead of growing closer, some people grow apart. It's not that he doesn't love you. He does, I know he does. But I think he doesn't love me the way he used to . . . I mean, I think he still loves me, but, well, more as your mother and as a friend than as a wife." She took another drink.
"But why?"
"I-I don't know, Mark. He wasn't always like this. H-he used to be so romantic," she mumbled, as if to herself. "Dated me every day, every day ..." She roused herself, took another sip and settled back on the couch. "So exciting," she said, as if she'd never interrupted herself. "I was so nervous, but he was gentle, so gentle. Always rubbed my back before we went to bed. Helped me relax. Used to do it, rub my back. I love that, love having my back rubbed, but never again!" And she began to sob.
"Mom! Mom!" Mark cried. "Come on, don't cry."
But Myra was too far gone into the past for her son's voice to register. "Oh, Bob, Bob! Rub my back, won't you, please?"
Mark saw that his mother's eyes were closed as she slurred her drunken plea. Then he heard her moan and saw that her fingers were fum-bling with her skirt, tugging down the zipper at the side and desperately trying to slide the material down her body.
"Mom, it's Mark," the boy said, rushing to her side and taking hold of her shoulders.
Myra's plump ass was grinding in circles on the cushion, and she lifted it, trying to shove her skirt down. Mark felt his cock stiffen with forbidden excitement as his mother, in her alcoholic dream, confused him with his father and began stripping.
"Ohhhh, my back is so tight, Bob, don't tease, don't make me wait. C'mon, rub it for Myra!"
"L-let me do itr Mom," Mark said loudly, hoping to break through her drunken dream. "It's Mark! Let me rub your back!"
"M-Mark?" Myra slurred. "Y-you don't know how, you're only a little boy. It takes a man to rub my back, to relax me."
"Come on, Mom, I can do it! Let me try!" And he finished unzipping her skirt for her. When he tugged, she lifted her wide ass and he practically tore it from her body.
"The bed, my bed," Myra said, attempting to rise.
Mark got his arm around her waist and helped her up, noticing that she was braless from the way her blouse heaved and rippled. The two of them slowly made their way to her bedroom. Mark was breathing heavily from excitement. He had no idea that a back rub meant more to his mother than the words suggested, but just the thought of massaging her flesh was enough to make his heart-and his pecker-pound.
As she half-stumbled, half-walked, he turned his head and looked down at the round, heavy cheeks of her ass trembling under her panties. The two creamy, meaty ass cheeks wobbled with every step and her panties were thin enough for him to see the shadow of his ass crack. He shivered with lust and, when he noticed that his mother's eyes were still closed and that she was still in some dream world, he quickly pulled out his hard prick.
Finally they were in her room. Mark stared at her huge tits, like twin volleyballs as they swayed and jounced with her movements. His hand slid from her waist, as if accidentally, and mashed into the side of one big tit. Jeez, he thought, feeling its warmth jiggle liquidly at his touch, what tits she's got!
As if sleepwalking, Myra located her bed and stretched out face down on it. "Nice and easy, Bob," she mumbled. "Take your time, rub me slow."
"Mark, it's Mark!" her son said, hurriedly straddling her with his knees on either side of her hips. His cock jutted, hard and livid and thickly curved, over her spine, and a bulbble of pre-cum appeared at the tip of its fat knob.
"Mmmmmm, Mark, what're you doing?" she mumbled as he leaned forward and began massaging the back of her neck and the tops of her shoulders.
"Rubbing your back, Mom, remember? Don't you want a back rub?"
Some of the sense of the words penetrated Myra's drunken haze. Back rub, yes, she wanted her loving young son to give her a back rub, but it was wrong. Wasn't it? Her muddled mind felt his warm hands kneading her soft flesh, and it felt good, sooo good. She relaxed, luxuriating in her son's talented hands, gentle hands, rubbing her, touching her, taking care of her ...
He brushed the soft, bulged-out flesh of one huge tit briefly, through her blouse, but she said nothing. Then his hands were under her blouse, massaging her back directly.
"Ummm-m-m-m," Myra groaned. "M-maybe you'd better stop, honey," she mumbled.
"No, no, I can do it!" Mark pleaded. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Good," she repeated sleepily, "but you shouldn't, you're . . .not Bob?''
Mark continued to manipulate his mother's soft, warm flesh, gradually working lower.
From time to time Myra sighed, murmuring how good his liands were making her feel. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing his cock and jerking off all over her.
"Lower, Bob," she finally mumbled. When Mark saw that if his hands went any lower they'd be rubbing her ass, he didn't correct her mistake. Let her think I'm Dad, she'll never know!
She was squirming contentedly even before Mark's palms slid onto the hot, fleshy mounds of her panty-clad ass. Mark rolled her sexy, spongy ass cheeks around, digging his fingers into them and kneading as he'd never kneaded before. He was even more excited by the knowledge she was enjoying his touch. She was breathing faster, and her sighs were turning into little moans of pleasure. He wasn't sure, but he thought she might be grinding her pussy into the bed.
Myra smiled groggily. Bob had never been so enthusiastic a masseur before. She loved it. "Mmmmm, nice," she breathed.
"like that, Mom?" Mark said, rolling her ass cheeks with glee.
Mom? Myra felt a little warning hell ring in her head and wondered where Bob had gone. Mark? Her handsome young son? Was he the one rubbing her back? Ohhh, she had to tell him to stop. But it felt so good . . . let him do just a bit more. Then she thought about her ass. Why, that's an awful thing for a boy to be doing-especially to his mother!
"Ummmm, Mark," she mumbled. "No, we mustn't ..."
Mark didn't answer, he just kept kneading and squeezing his mother's ass cheeks. Soon, her moans were louder, and her wide hips began to circle. Mark tried to match the rhythm, and then took the bold step of sliding his fingers under the leg band of her panties and cupping her bare ass cheeks directly.
"Ohhhhh," Myra said, wondering if she ought to be embarrassed. His hands were on her ass, under her panties, but they were such nice hands. He was making her feel so good!
Mark slowly pulled his hands from under her panties and then hooked his trembling fingers in their waistband and began pulling them down. Myra moaned drowsily and rubbed her belly against the bed. Then she felt the smooth nylon of her panties being tugged away.
Chapter Eight
Mark was nearly breathless with excitement as he uncovered his mother's gorgeous round ass. Her two quivering, fleshy mounds were pinkened from his kneading and squeezing, and the wildly excited boy could make out some long curls at the juncture where her full ass cheeks met her thighs.
"Oh, Jeez!" he muttered, fighting the urge to fist his cock.
His prick stood out from his groin, quivering and thumping the air, dripping pre-cum on the backs of Myra's thighs. Mark watched avidly as he filled his palms with the spongy flesh of his mother's ass cheeks. He felt like plunging his face into their deep crack, to burrow into her softness with his lips and tongue.
As Mark's fingers dug into his mother's soft ass cheeks, Myra realized hazily that it was her son who was massaging her. And he wasn't missing a spot, so far. Why, his hands were even working on her ass. Her ass-that was forbidden territory, especially the way he kept cupping and squeezing the cheeks in his hands!
"Ohhhh, Mark, no-o-o-o," Myra murmured. What he was doing was making her belly flutter and her aching pussy was already hot enough to take on a regiment of Turkish troopers. Oh, why wasn't Bob here, doing this to her? Why didn't Bob's hands make her feel so breathless and excited?
"M-Mark, I don't think you should be doing this," Myra protested weakly as he began kneading the lower curves of her ass cheeks. She felt her thighs part with a will of their own just as Mark pried open her heavy ass cheeks.
Myra heard her young son's gasp of delight and could almost feel the heat of his gaze in her exposed ass crack. My God, what was happening to her? What was she doing letting him examine her asshole and, God knows what else!
Mark kept his mother's ass cheeks spread as he continued to worship them with his eyes. "Ohhh, Mom, it's so beautiful!" he gasped, trembling with lust as he slid one finger up to investigate her tiny, tightly puckered asshole.
Mark grinned as his mother moaned helplessly and kicked her shapely legs wide, exposing her hairy mound. The thick curls were wet, and he could smell her. Slowly, hesitantly, he moved his hands from her lush ass cheeks to her inner thighs, ignoring her almost incoherent whimpers of protest. He could tell she liked what he was doing. Even her skin felt feverish. The chestnut-colored curls covering her cunt opened with her sensual squirmings, and Mark suddenly found himself face to face with the brightly glittering pink folds of his mother's steamy pussy!
The boy was nearly hypnotized by the sight of his mother's shimmering ass cheeks and the puffy, pouting pink folds in the dark hair below them. The pounding of his blood in his ears was deafening and his body was trembling with tension. His mouth and throat were so dry, he didn't think he could swallow.
When he looked at his mother's perspiring face where it was turned sideways on the bed, he could detect nothing other than her heavy breathing. He'd touched her asshole and was looking at her naked pussy, and she wasn't even trying to stop him!
Inflamed by passion and his mother's passivity, the boy grew bolder. His stroking fingers slid from his mother's thighs and touched the curling hairs on the very edge of her plump, split pussy mound. The hairs were damp with her juice and he licked his lips nervously as he used a firmer touch and peeled the halves of her bulging pussy apart.
"Ohhhhh," Myra moaned, thrilling from head to toe by the unexpected touch. Her cuntlips felt all puffed up with electricity as her son's fingers made contact with the plump sides of the mound framing them. It felt so good it was terrible! Oh, why had Bob let this happen?
Mark checked his mother's face again. The only visible change was that her lips were now parted, smiling faintly. Then she gave a throaty murmur of pleasure.
Without even thinking, Mark leaned forward and peppered her ass with hot, wet kisses. He moved his lips around, caressing her soft, warm flesh with his mouth. Then his tongue came out to lick and taste. When his mother mewled and feebly protested, he ignored her and gently nibbled her trembling flesh with his teeth.
Myra twisted her head from side to side and hunched her ass upward off the bed. Holding her ass cheeks with his palms, Mark ran his tongue through her ass crack and located her smooth asshole.
"Awww-w-w-w!" The lewd, unimaginably thrilling lingual caress made Myra bawl with forbidden delight. "Ohhh-h-h-h, Mark!" she gasped. "How could you?"
His mother's words and sensuous squirm-ings made it quite clear to the boy that she thoroughly enjoyed having her asshole licked.
Myra gasped loudly as her son tongued her wildly. Her cunt burned from the touch of his tongue, its curling length traveling back and forth through the crevice of her pink folds. Her puffy lips pouted and trembled on either side of her cunt as her thighs vibrated with ecstasy. The helpless mother squirmed sensually in the grip of sexual enslavement. She could hardly believe that she was lying there, enjoying the incestuous oral caresses of her own young son. But she didn't have the strength to deny herself the sweet torment, the exquisite thrills his tongue was bringing!
Mark opened his mouth wide and bit down on a large section of her cunt, encasing her drooling pussy and the folds just below it. His nose pressed into the hot crack of her ass. Jeez, he thought, it's like biting into half of an orange! His mouth filled with juice as he gently bit down and Myra groaned and twisted on the bed. The effect of the martinis was rapidly fading as her body reacted to Mark's mouth.
The intensity of his kisses surprised her, and as she sobbed with joy she turned, knocking his mouth from her cunt. Mark immediately shoved his face back into the luxuriant growth of chestnut-colored curls, felt them tickle his cheeks, and then dug back into her slippery, fat folds. Myra gasped as his tongue rooted between her juicy petals and located her large, twitching clit.
Her hips jerked as he circled the base of the gristly bud with his tongue, then spun the tip round and round it, making her clit wobble from side to side. Her ass lifted several inches off the bed, dropped, and then she was poun-ding her quaking ass up and down, fucking his face.
Mark's hands slid up her belly as he ate her sopping cunt. Under the blouse and onto her thrusting tits they went and he grabbed the aching, solid flesh, digging his fingers into their sides while his palms felt the heat of her engorged nipples. The firm, spongy flesh of her tits were then kneaded and rolled into one sexy shape after another.
Myra whimpered blissfully. "Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, Mark!"
His tongue left for an instant as he moved up a bit, and then she felt his lips forming around her stiff clit. She cried out as he sucked hard, lifting his head slowly so his lips slid up its slippery slopes and slurped off.
He caught her clit with his lips again and began twirling his tongue around its tip as he sucked and she thrashed violently with the intense pleasure. Then she felt one of his hands leave her tits and reach down to her cunthole. He shoved a finger into the drooling pussy and moved it around.
''Ahhhhh!" she gasped again. "More! Use more fingers!"
Mark shoved two more fingers into her hot cunt and felt its muscular walls gripping and releasing them. She hunched her cunt at his mouth and fingers, and then felt her other tit being released.
"Wha , . . ?" she began, and then her breath whooshed out in one great gasp as he shoved a finger up her tight, puckered asshole. Her wide, fleshy ass wiggled and swung from side to side as she felt her sphincter burn with his quick, unexpected entry.
"Ohmigod!" she cried. "Oh, Mark, Mark! I'm gonna cum!"
"Wait, Mom, wait!" he cried, leaving her cunt and scrambling up over her body. His cock throbbed, dark and angry-looking, the head a monstrous, bulbous, dripping lump that looked like it could never fit into her. But he was going to try.
"Unnhhh, " Myra groaned, rising to her orgasm. She couldn't have held it back now for a million dollars. "YEAH-H-H-H!"
She wailed with rapture when she felt her son's fat cock sliding around her shaggy snatch, searching blindly for her pussy. Before she could regain control of her body, before she could grip and steer him into her, his prick hit the slippery crease of her full ass cheeks and slid between them. It felt so good to the wildly excited boy to have his prick trapped between two hot, spongy pieces of meat that he kept pumping the furrow of her ass.
"Ohhhh, Mark, " Myra sighed, grinding her ass into the mattress and squeezing her ass cheeks to give him as much pleasure as she could. In an instant, he was blowing his pent-up wad. She felt his hot cum blasting against her ass and the bed, its wet heat spreading down and under her. Too soon, he was limp and drained, and pulled himself from between her thighs.
"Ohhhh, Jeez!" he sighed, panting heavily beside her.
"Next time it'll be better," Myra whispered gently, reaching over to stroke his hairless chest. Oh, God, she thought, I'm already thinking of doing it again!
Mark grinned weakly. "You mean it? You're not mad?"
She shook her head. "You got me awfully excited, you little devil, but I can't say I'm sorry. I've been wanting this to happen for a long time."
"Me, too," Mark said, lifting up on one elbow and looking down at her enormous tits. "It's all right, then, for me to do this," and he kissed her tit. "And this." He sucked on one fat nipple. "And this?" He straddled her chest with his legs and dropped his large, limp, wet cock between her sweaty tits.
"That looks like fun," Myra smiled, and discovered that her eyes were burning with tears of happiness. "You do love me, don't you, Mark?"
"Sure, Mom," the boy replied, a little embarrassed.
"Don't ever leave me. Don't turn out like your father! Stay with me, love me, and-fuck me!"
Mark grinned and pushed her tits around his cock. He began pumping slowly. "It's gonna get hard pretty soon," he assured her.
"Good. You won't cum so fast, this time. Would you like to put it in Mommy's mouth for a bit?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "Would you like me to suck your cock just a little?"
"Wow! Yeah, would you?''
"Mmmmm!" Myra yummed.
'' Ahhhhh, Jeez!" Mark bleated as her warm mouth closed over his husky prick. He felt her tongue licking it steadily, and felt the suction she was applying. Almost immediately his cock throbbed into a full hard-on.
"Mmphh!" Myra mumbled, her jaw aching from the huge amount of cock splitting her lips.
Mark began hunching, fucking her face as if it were a pussy. His fingers twisted in the hair around her ears and he pulled her head toward him as he squatted over her.
"Gluphh, mmmmummph!" Myra protested, her face reddening with the strain of taking half of that fat cock down her throat with every thrust. She grabbed his balls, held them tightly and started rolling them.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she chanted as her wet lips smacked around the thick shaft of her son's cock. When she felt his nuts begin to draw up, she tugged on them until he stopped pumping and let her pull off him.
"Ahhh," she sighed, rubbing her jaw. "What a mouthful! My God, Mark, you could kill someone with a prick that big!"
Mark grinned happily and let her guide him into position over her. When she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing, spit-slick cock, he thought he'd cum right then. But somehow he was able to hold off.
"Push, Mark, push!" Myra groaned as she placed his huge cock knob against the drooling opening of her cunt, Mark felt the wet heat radiating around his hard prick and pushed for all he was worth. He heard his mother groan as the tight opening began to open and then the broad, mushroom-capped cock was sliding through the muscular mouth of her pussy. Her bloated cuntlips were soon stroking the length of his prick.
"Ahhh-h-h-h!" they both sighed simultaneously. Myra hunched up to the fat cock, clenching her ass cheeks and gritting her teeth.
Mark whimpered with joy as he pushed his cock into her cunt right to the balls. He could feel her pussy nibbling at the base of his prick as he began fucking her hard and fast. Her hips circled under him, making the big knob drive first to the right and then to the left as her son pumped happily away. It felt as if he were mashing all of her inner tissues with his great size. Her cunt twisted and snapped around Mark's enormous cock and she began to whimper and mewl as another orgasm built up.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, huhhh-h-h-h," she moaned as Mark's thrusts accelerated and lost their rhythm. She knew he was going to cum!
"Ahhh, Mom!" Mark cried, giving her one final, hard thrust, and then sagged on her.
"Ahhhh-h-h-h!" Myra groaned, blowing over the top as she felt her son's cock jumping in the tight, tingling tunnel of her pussy.
One hot wad of thick, sticky cum after another filled the depths of her cunt as Mark grunted out his ecstasy. The hot cum began pouring from the slack lips surrounding the base of his exploding prick. Jism dribbled down the crack of her ass as he filled her to overflowing.
Myra came so hard that her mad gyrations flopped her son's limp prick from her hungry cunt. More thick, white cum came rolling out and Mark lifted up, staring entranced at the sight of his mother's wide-open, eum-filled cunt. The heavy tangle of hairs surrounding it was wet and matted and the young boy thought he'd never seen anything prettier or more exciting.
Mother and son looked into each other's eyes and caught their breath. Myra was almost purring with contentment. All that hot cum swirling around in her pussy felt so good! What a stud, Mark was, and better yet, she knew she could teach him all the things she liked. With an eager pupil like her son, Myra would become an inspired teacher.
"Oh, Jeez, Mom!" Mark exclaimed, settling back down on his mother's soft, cushiony body, "that was the best ever!"
"It sure was," she said, wrapping her arms around him.
"Mark," she asked, sliding her hands lower to cup his lean young ass and dig her fingers into his cheeks, "would you like for me to teach you lots of different things we can do?"
"Oh, yeah!" Mark mumbled into her neck. "I sure would!"
"Well, get up and let me get a bath, and then we can do some more things, O.K.?"
Mark was anxious for his lessons to begin, and watched the full quivering cheeks of her milk-white ass sway and dimple as she walked away. The hot, ripe smell of her well-fucked cunt lingered behind and Mark realized that some of the aroma was coming from his cheeks and chin.
"Wait for me, Mom," he called. "I'm gonna clean up, too."
Myra was about to draw the bath water when Mark hurried in, his limp cock waving above his dangling balls. His prick looked so inoffensive now, she could hardly believe it was the same monster that had pummeled her pussy into a wet pudding.
"Maybe I could get in with you?" Mark suggested when the tub was filled. Myra agreed that it was a good idea.
Once in the hot water, the boy grabbed her just as Myra had hoped he would. They were facing each other, and he cupped and lifted one heavy tit while his other hand dug into her submerged pussy. Myra groaned and squirmed her pussy onto his fingers.
"Remember how I used to play with my boats, Mom?" Mark asked.
"Yeah," Myra smiled. "You torpedoed ships, sank ships, and even had races. I'll bet your mind's working like mine, Mark. Are you thinking about using me as a harbor for your, uh, luxury liner?" And she fingered his floating prick.
Mark grinned. "I was thinking maybe you'd like to be the sea monster that eats my ship,"
he said, "with this." He gently plucked on the spongy lips of her pussy.
"Can you get hard this soon?" she asked, and then saw a ripple appear on the surface of the water. Mark's cock broke through, rising like some volcanic island, and she grinned. "I'll fuck you, this time."
Mark watched while his mother hovered over him, her wetly splayed pussy touching his upright prick. Slowly lowering herself, she felt the hefty cock push its thickness into her. She was proud of her son for having a cock so big that it made her cunt stretch, and she trembled as she continued down until she was sitting on his lap.
"Grab my ass," she gasped, and began lifting and dropping.
Mark held onto her fleshy ass cheeks, dragging them apart and fingering her asshole as she swung her hips and fucked him faster. He could feel her ass cheeks tightening and loosening as she stroked up and down on his spearing cock and decided to stick his finger up her asshole.
Myra gasped at the dual penetration and flashed her eyes happily at her son. She let her hips go wild and her huge, tight-skinned tits lifted and dropped heavily with her movements. Her nipples were just as stiff and long as they had been before she and Mark had started fucking.
Myra's hips swiveled frantically as Mark's wiggling finger sent searing ripples of flame right through to her clit. She bent and kissed him, and felt him respond. Soon, mother and son were squirming their tongues together, investigating each other's mouth. They came like that, together, as she rode him, and Mark's boiling jism filled her cunt while her spasming pussy walls milked it from him.
Chapter Nine
Bob barely had time to open his car door when he saw the cabin door open and heard Linda giggle. She flew out, running toward him with her arms wide and her huge, pointed tits jumping wildly. Instinctively, he looked around, but the place was just as lonely as usual.
The impact of her bouncy, voluptuous body against his sent him back against the car, and then they were wrapping their arms around each other. Linda attacked his mouth with hers, shoving her tongue in while she grabbed his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Jeez!" he exclaimed. "You look like a monkey tryin' to climb a coconut tree!"
Linda giggled into his mouth and released him. "Did you miss me?" she asked, pushing her tits against his chest until they spread out between them.
"Sure did," Bob said, rubbing her soft ass cheeks.
"Tell me," she said. "Tell me how much you missed me while you rub my ass."
Bob grinned and kissed her face and neck while his hands stroked and squeezed her ass. His fingers went below the crack to tickle the wet mouth of her cunt and she squealed joyfully. Her thighs parted. He could feel the heat radiating from her crotch and backed off.
"Feels like a blast furnace," he joked. He pretended to cool his fingers by blowing on them.
When she giggled again he picked her up, nuzzling her fat tits as he carried her into his cabin. He laid her gently on the bed and put his finger in her pussy. It slid easily around her wet, plump cuntlips and Linda groaned. He kissed her gently, then buried his face in her neck. Linda spread her legs, opening her tingling pussy to his fingers. Her cunt lifted to meet his fingers as they slid faster and faster through her pudgy pink folds.
"G-get undressed," she panted, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
Bob pulled his hand from her wet, hairy crotch and stood up. He smiled down at the girl he'd dreamed of for years, studying her heavy, pointed tits and the curling hair below her slightly rounded belly. He could hardly believe that this young, one-time novice was really his. He pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. When they dropped, Linda reached out and stroked the large bulge in his shorts. She squeezed his cock through the material.
"Ah, ah," he said, stepping back.
"Naughty, naughty. Let me do it."
Linda waited anxiously for the unveiling of her lover's huge cock. She hadn't been fucked since last night and, even though she'd masturbated three times since then, she was more than ready for her tight pussy to be crammed with his prick. And then his prick was free, waving imposingly above her, the head dark and swollen with trapped blood.
"I still can't believe something so big feels so good inside me," Linda said wonderingly as she cradled his prick in her palm. Bob's fingers returned to her pussy, sliding between her slippery lips.
"Ohhhh, yes-s-s-s," Linda hissed, arching her back and taking the finger deep inside her throbbing cunt. His thumb settled on her big clit, finding it oily and stiff, and her head began turning from side to side as she panted and moaned.
"Know what I'm gonna do next?" Bob asked. "I'm gonna kiss ydur tasty little pussy just the way you like. I'm gonna lick and suck your clit and gobble your sweet juice-and then I'm gonna fuck you."
"Oh, yes!" Linda groaned. "Please. Hurry up and kiss me, kiss my pussy." Linda was filled with a fiery lust that made her whole body shake as he ground his long finger deep in her pussy and felt her hot walls clamp down on it.
When Bob slid his mouth down her body, she wailed. She could feel his breath on the quivering lips of her pouting cunt. And then his mouth was kneading her pussylips, pulling on them, sucking them between his teeth and grinding lightly on them. She gasped and moaned and dug her fingers into the bed.
"Now your clit," Bob said, taking a breath.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h!" Linda moaned as she felt wet hear surrounding her straining clit. His tongue rolled around it, wiggling it back and forth, and her hands lifted to grab his head. Her fingers twined in his hair, her ass hunched at his face, and she squealed happily. Even her thighs and belly were quivering with the constant torment of her pussy.
Bob reached beneath her and cupped the full, soft cheeks of her ass, lifting her to his voracious mouth. Linda felt transported to Heaven. She loved it. She was overcome by sensuality, free to enjoy her own wanton urges that for so long had been repressed. She was free of the bondage of the church, well-intentioned as it had been, and now she could embrace her worldly desires and admit her need for sex-glorious sex!
Quickly squirming around, Linda grabbed Bob's jutting cock and stroked it in her fist while her other hand closed around his heavy nuts.
"Ah, Jeez! Shit!" Bob gasped as Linda leaned down and took the swollen head of his dripping cock into her mouth and started sucking.
' 'Mmmmmm, mmmmm!" Linda moaned, sucking quickly, giving herself no time to have second thoughts. She loved him and so loving his cock was part of the deal. She wouldn't give herself the chance to take herself out of it, and shoved her face down into his crinkly hair until she gagged.
Bob stared with wide-eyed amazement. Could this wildly sucking, slavering, moaning teenager be the same innocent girl he'd grabbed from the convent? She was sliding her wet lips up and down his spit-slick cock and fondling his balls like a real pro.
Now that she'd had a taste of his immense cock, Linda found it irresistible. Its pulsating thickness distended her throat on her downstroke, but she loved nursing slowly on his fat, spongy cock knob on the upstroke. She rolled her hot tongue around the dripping bulb, tasting the slippery oozings, and shuddered with delight.
"Ummmmm," she yummed as she felt the sudden jerking and thumping of his cock, and then he squirted the first hot, massive glob of cum down her throat.
Linda gulped, pulling back until the ex-ploding cock knob was resting on her tongue. Another thick, sticky spurt spattered against the roof of her mouth r dripping down to coat her tongue. Her taste buds buzzed with the strange new flavor.
Bob's cockhead ballooned again, and another torrent of the starchy, hot cum filled her mouth. Linda swirled her coated tongue through the sticky mess and felt some ooze out over her lips and cover her chin. She could smell its strong, male odor, and did her best to keep the rest in her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow, gulping noisily around his continuous squirting, wondering how much of this tasty white cream his balls could be holding.
Bob grunted and sighed joyously as he watched Linda's bobbing head coax out the last drop of his cum. He'd never been sucked so enthusiastically! Linda was still nursing slowly on the tip of his prick, trying to suction out a few more watery drops. Finally, she released him and his cock hung down, fat and limp.
"Ohhh, wow, that was really something!" Linda whispered, bending to plant an affectionate kiss on his well-cleaned piss-slit. "Did I do it good for you?"
Bob sighed with contentment. "That was the best blow-job I've ever had!" His limp, drained prick still retained the memory of her soft lips and avid tongue and the way her cheeks had collapsed with the force of her suction.
Linda idly toyed with his soft cock, flopping it up and down in her palm, and tugging it away from his groin. Bob turned and kissed her while he filled his hands with her huge tits. As she played with his prick, he felt the familiar tightening of his balls, the warm surge of blood down the length of his cock. He knew he'd be hard in a matter of minutes.
' 'Are you gonna fuck me, now?'' Linda asked, breaking the kiss momentarily. Her fingers had sensed the trembling of his prick.
"Well, in a few minutes," Bob said. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know."
"You're young enough for me," Linda said,; snuggling against him.
Three minutes later Linda lifted her head to see what her fingers had told her. His cock was up, tall and fat, arid throbbing massively from the hairy clump between his thighs. She stroked it with her fist a few times, feeling its strength and heat.
Bob covered her body with his. He took her big tits in his hands and squeezed them while her hands guided his cock to the wet, pink pussy between her widely spread legs. Linda pulled his cock against her gaping, hungry cunt and raised her ass and felt him start to slide into her.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h, yess-s-s-s!" she hissed. "Ohhh!" He was huge, just as she'd remembered, and she felt her tight tunnel expand around him. He dropped his weight and she screamed with joy, thrashing and jerking in a sexual frenzy.
"I'm in," he sighed, feeling the hairy mouth of her cunt nibbling at the broad root of his cock.
Linda contracted the cheeks of her ass, tightening her hot tunnel, and Bob groaned and began pumping slowly while she squirmed with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her full lips parted, and the wide bases of her huge tits jogged sensuously beneath his grip. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her depths, his fat cock knob parting her tight tunnel until he pulled back, allowing her rippling walls to come together again. Low moans of sheer ecstasy rumbled from her throat as she writhed and bucked and shuddered under him. Her hot, gripping, sucking cunt tunnel clutched at Bob's plunging cock as it plugged her narrow pussy.
Linda groaned deep inside as she felt her cuntal muscles nibble and suck at his straining, inflamed prick. He thrust and worked even harder in her tight cunt, working his cock from side to side, stretching her hot, wet softness wider and wider.
Bob increased his tempo as her ass began to grind wildly against his crotch. Her cunt sucked, milked and quivered around him, swallowing his entire length and making her squeal with pleasure. Her face was flushed, sweaty, but still beautiful as her cunt convulsed from the deliriously thrilling sensation of his deep-boring cock. Searing heat spread to every part of her cunt and ass as she blazed with her biggest cum ever.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h-h! Huh-h-h-h! Unngh-h-h-h!" Linda cried out as her orgasm struck.
His big, frictioning cock had given her the ultimate pleasure. She sank back, panting, as Bob's cock sank down and stayed there, swelling and jumping. She heard him grunt and felt him strain his groin. His hairy nuts tried to sink past the stretched mouth of her cunt.
And then her belly was flooded with spurt after spurt of thick, boiling jism. She felt the heavy gobs of cum coating her quaking walls with soothing warmth. Some of the creamy jizz oozed out of her and trickled into the crack of her ass.
. "Ahhhhh," Bob sighed, and she felt the tension drain from his limbs. She supported his weight happily, enjoying the mashing of her big tits and the soft, spongy feel of his limp prick in her still-quivering cunt. When his prick flopped out, Bob rolled off her.
"Turn over," he said. "Let me kiss that beautiful ass a bit."
Linda eagerly obliged, and felt him grasp her plump ass cheeks roughly. He squeezed them together, grinding the cleft, and then parted them and licked at her asshole. She sighed and moaned as his tongue swept over her smooth, slightly protruding, star-shaped dimple. The rubbery pucker wasn't as tight as it had been, and he managed to worm his tongue-tip inside a fraction of an inch. He thrilled to Linda's joyous squeals as she squirmed her ass back at him.
After a few minutes of this, Linda decided it was only fair that she do something nice for him. She sucked his cock into life again. This time he fucked her tits, greasing their deep cleavage with Joy Jell first. He lasted a long time before he blasted his cum against her forehead, eyes, nose, lips and chin. The last few drops he smeared on the upper curves of her tits. Linda wiped her face with her fingers, then licked them clean.
"I like that," she told him. "I could see your cock get all red and swell up, and just before you came, that little hole in the end opened right up! And I like the way your cum feels on my skin, too! It's so hot, so sticky, but it's slippery, too. I'll bet lots of girls like to feel it outside their pussy, huh?"
"Maybe some, but most of the girls I knew when I was younger wanted to feel it inside. They acted disgusted if they got any on their hands or bellies, and most would have yelled bloody murder if I'd suggested shooting all over their face."
After they'd cleaned up, Linda fixed him a light lunch. He managed to shock her by pushing a strawberry up her pussy and then pulling it out and eating it.
"You know," she said when they were cuddling after desert, "I really should let Mother Superior and the others know that I'm all right. I bet they've got the cops looking for me."
"Oh, shit!" Bob exclaimed. "I forgot all about grabbing you! Some of the kids must've seen me drag you into the car."
"Well, I'll just say they were mistaken and that I went with you willingly," Linda said. "I'm old enough to leave the convent if I choose, and I do."
A little more than three hours later Bob was having an uncomfortable meeting with Linda's Mother Superior. The girl was seated beside him, looking as uncomfortable as he felt. The Mother Superior was looking at him sharply and disapprovingly, and had already made the . point three times that it had been extremely inconsiderate of Linda to cause so much worry and trouble.
"The policeman I talked to," she said, referring to her phone call of a minute ago, "wasn't very understanding. The police are busy enough without wasting their time on false alarms. I am afraid, Linda, that you have completely lost your calling." This last sentence was framed as a question.
"Well, Mother Maria," Linda floundered.
Bob hastily interrupted. "You see, Linda and I want to get married."
"Linda, don't you think you're a little young and inexperienced to make such a decision? It will affect your whole life."
"But she's not too young," Bob said, "to decide to become a nun for life? That kind of thinking's too much for me."
The Mother Superior sighed. "It is a pity, I think," she said to Linda. "To lose your devotion and your calling for a passing urge of the flesh."
"It's not passing," Linda couldn't resist saying, and glanced at Bob and smiled.
"Would you like to say goodbye to some of your friends and teachers before you leave us?" Mother Superior asked.
Linda nodded. "Yes, I would. Thank you." She rose. "I won't be long, Bob. I'm sorry, but you can't come with me."
"That's O.K. I'm sure that Mother Superior has a few things to say to me."
The old woman smiled politely, and spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing him on the church's view of divorce, seduction of innocents, and the torments awaiting him in hell. Bob sat through it all calmly, nodding agreeably from time to time, and let his mind review Linda's spectacular sexual appetite. He was tempted to ask the old nun if she'd ever been fucked before deciding to become a nun, but decided against it.
Meanwhile, Linda had talked to several of her favorite nuns and girlfriends, and was now in Mary's room, hugging her. There were tears in both girls' eyes.
"I just can't believe you're leaving," Mary said. "I thought we'd all be together forever."
"You know even if I stayed, the church would send us to different parts of the country, maybe even to other countries," Linda said.
Mary nodded. "But what happened?" she asked. "This is so sudden!"
"Promise not to tell?"
"Of course," Mary said.
"Well, I'm no longer a virgin," Linda said with a happy smile.
"Oh, Linda!" Mary gasped. "You poor thing!"
"Oh, no, it was wonderful!" Linda laughed. "Bob and I keep doing it, you know, until we get it right ..." She giggled at the expression on her girlfriend's face. "Honestly, you can't imaging what loving a man's like! The things they can do you just wouldn't believe! Things we never heard in Biology class!"
"Like what?" Mary whispered, becoming excited in spite of herself.
"Well, they kiss you between your legs, you know, here," and she touched Mary's pussy through her long skirt. The girl jumped and gave a loud gasp, but didn't make much resistance when Linda's fingers continued to press and rub.
"Remember what happened the other day?" Linda asked. "Want me to see if I can get that splnter out, now?"
"Oh," Mary blushed, "it worked itself out last night."
"Well, don't you think maybe I should check, just in case?" Linda asked, lifting Mary's skirt slightly.
Mary nodded hesitantly, not speaking, and let Linda turn her around and bend her over. She held up her skirts and felt her legs tremble as Linda pulled down her panties. Mary's ass cheeks were smooth and white, just as she remembered, and the bush of hair covering the swelling mound below them intrigued her. She petted the silky curls, pulled gently on them, and heard her girlfriend whimper.
"It's all right," Linda said, "don't make a noise." And she parted Mary's pudgy pink cuntlips with her fingers and tentatively inserted her finger into the tiny, wet pussy. Mary groaned and wiggled her ass and Linda withdrew the finger and touched her little clit.
"Awwwww-w-w-w!" Mary moaned, almost falling forward.
Linda held the girl by her soft hips and bent her face to the stuck out pussy. Slowly, she ran her tongue between the fleshy, slippery cuntlips, sinking it into the tiny pussy. Mary jerked and squealed and her ass wobbled, but she stayed in position.
"Ohhh, ohhh, mmmmmm!" Mary moaned, wriggling her small body as Linda's touch ran under her cleft and hit her clit. "Awwwooo!"
The excited, inexperienced novice gasped and shuddered through one orgasm after another as Linda licked the soft pink petals of her pussy for a full half hour. At the end of that time, Linda's jaw ached and her tongue was tired. She said good-bye by lapping at Mary's hairless, smooth asshole a few times, making her quiver and moan.
Chapter Ten
Myra and her son sucked and fucked each other all day long until Bob returned that evening. When he came to -the door, Myra saw a young, pretty girl waiting in the car. Somehow, it didn't bother her as much as she'd thought it might.
Bob told her that he was moving out, and that he wanted a divorce. He was surprised when she agreed instantly, with no fuss at all. He was suspicious of this unexpected lack of hostility, and wondered if she had a lover. What the hell, if so, she'd need him now. Bob didn't begrudge his wife a good fucking, he just didn't want to be the one to have to do it.
Then he said good-bye to Mark, assuring the boy that they'd see more of each other now than ever. "You're the new man of the house, now, Mark," he said. "It's up to you to take care of your mother."
Mark did his best not to grin when he heard this. He was sorry to see his father leave, and felt tears close to the surface, but he also felt a sense of relief that his mother was now completely his. Now he could sleep in her bed at, night! He could slip his cock into her cunt every time it got hard, sometimes without waking her, maybe! All in all, things did seem to be working out better for everyone concerned.
When Bob left, Myra stood beside Mark. "Well," she said, "I've been doing without him for so long, I guess things won't seem all that different around here."
"He's never been here weekends, before," Mark said. "It's gonna seem funny."
Myra stroked her son's back. She hadn't had any cock for more than an hour and was beginning to feel deprived. "Mark, do you feel like fucking mommy?" she asked, moving her hand over his crotch.
"You bet!" he exclaimed. "Let's do it like when I was rubbing your back. You know, on your stomach. I love looking at your ass!"
"How about right here, Son?" Myra asked, getting on all fours and lifting her skirt up over her ass.
Mark was confronted with his mother's round, plump, naked ass cheeks, and he could see her wet, hairy mound pouting below them. She pressed her cheek to the floor and felt her son kneel close behind her. His cock was out, brushing against her skin, and she felt her cunt melt.
Mark took his time now that the edge was off his horniness. He spread her spongy ass cheeks, peering at her tight asshole. Wetting his fingers in the sopping mouth of her cunt, he smeared her ass with juice and heard her begin to pant. The noises she made when he played with her fucked her excited him almost as much as sticking his cock in her.
"Ahhh, you're driving me crazy!" Myra groaned. "I love it!"
The hot-assed mother was eagerly responding to her handsome young son, willingly giving in to the primeval urging of her creaming cunt. Mark's three fingers mercilessly whacked in and out of her gaping, hairy pussy, splattering slippery juice down her already-slickened inner thighs. Above them, his middle finger continued to stroke her clasping asshole, sliding slowly and knowingly back and forth and grinning as her breath came faster and she shuddered convulsively.
"Want me to fuck you, Mom?"
"Oh, shit," Myra gasped, spreading her dripping thighs even wider. His stiffened fingers slamming into her throbbing, tender pussyhole was reducing her to a state of helpless, seething need. "Yessss, yesss, fuck meeee!"
Mark bent and kissed his mother's satiny ass cheeks. He kissed her ass again and again and heard her moan. Smilingyhe knelt and placed his palms on either side of her soft ass crack and pressed outward. His mother's asshole flared open, exposing the moist, deep pink, inner tissues, smooth and shiny.
"Oooooooh, Mark!" Myra sighed, squirming as he licked gently at her asshole. It was just as good as the last time. He dug in deeply and Myra mewled and couldn't help squirming violently. But Mark's hands on her smooth inner ass cheeks kept her, for the most part, in place.
"Mmmmm," Mark said. "Good ass!" He licked her asshole and the area surrounding it lovingly. He felt her muscles relax as he slid his hot tongue all the way into the clasping, moist warmth of her asshole.
"Awwwww-w-w-w, yes-s-s-s!" Myra felt her son's soft tongue-tip wiggling in her anal depths and felt as if she would die from sheer joy. Never before in her life had anyone made love to her asshole, and now Mark, in his youthful excitement, was burying his sweet tongue to its roots between her lewdly lifted ass cheeks. Then she felt his warm lips surrounding her winking ring.
He was sucking her ass! Her son was sucking her hot asshole and fucking it with his tongue. Her ass jerked and churned against his face as Mark increased the suction on her open, puckering asshole. The small, round opening was throbbing as Mark sucked and stabbed it, and Myra began to groan long and low. His busily working tongue was electrifying her snug anal depths.
Mark was a good son, and heeded his mother's wishes. He skewered her throbbing asshole again and again, lodging as much of his tongue in her as he could while she panted and gasped and begged for more. The young boy's mouth slobbered spit all over his mother's deep ass crack while she sobbed wildly. He'd almost forgotten the fingers in her cunt, but when hefelt that hot tunnel begin to clamp and suck at them he pulled them free. He didn't want her blasting off just yet, not when he was about to fuck her asshole. He slowly withdrew his tongue from her narrow, milking shitter.
"Ohhhh, ho-o-o-o . . ." Myra whimpered. "More, more!" She churned her lovely ass.
"How about in your ass this time, Mom?" Mark asked, slithering forward and nudging her spit-sliekened asshole with his hot, mushroom-capped cockhead.
Myra felt a shiver of apprehension disturb her lust. He wanted to split her ass with that enormous cock! And she was so weak with sick desire for her son to fuck her, that she didn't have the strength to protest.
Mark looked down at his mother's big, shaking ass cheeks with his dark cock knob trapped between them, and felt like drooling.
Her pouting, soft asshole was pointing up at his prick, radiating wet heat, and Mark leaned over and wrapped his arms around her. He sighed happily as he palmed her big, hanging tits and rammed her asshole with his cock.
"Uhhhh! It's hurting!" Myra wailed as her young son pressured the tip of his cock past her straining sphincter. The slippery lips of her ass burned as he increased the pressure and his fat, spongy cockhead squeezed through her narrow asshole.
"Ahhhhhh," Mark sighed, allowing his knob to soak in the mouth of her ass for a moment. He could feel her strong, muscular ring pulsing and sucking.
Myra shivered with the intense burning, stretching Sensation of Mark's fat cockhead resting in her ass. She moaned and panted and tried to relax as her pink asshole clenched automatically.
"Awwww, don't move!" Myra begged her son. "Please, hold still a minute."
The still-horny mother felt filled to the brim and didn't see how she could be expected to take any more. But he still.hadn't really put any of his hefty cock in her! His weight on her back was pleasant, as were his soft fingers digging into her sensitive tits, and as he tried to work his cock knob back and forth just a bit, she felt her asshole soften.
Mark felt it too, and slid his prick deeper, spreading her narrow, heated channel and pushing soft, slick tissues before him. The hot, nibbling mouth of her ass stretched to surround the thick base of his shaft as he plunged all the way to his balls and rested.
"Awwwww-w-w-w, gawd-d-d!" Myra groaned when she felt the entire length of her son's huge cock throbbing against the tight walls of her asshole. His balls were straining against her ass crack, and his kinky pubic hair was scratching the ring of her asshole. She moaned again.
"Jeez, Mom,- your asshole's hotter than your pussy! Oh, what an ass!"
The kneeling mother's asshole was clamped around the entire length of the bpy's throbbing cock, rippling and sucking as he rested against her. He moved in little circles without withdrawing, and felt the thick root spread her ass even wider. In a matter of seconds, she was wet there, making his churning easier. Myra was panting and moaning, involuntarily flexing her naked hips.
As Mark's fat cock knob stirred her guts and Myra felt her nerve centers nudged into life. A warm, pleasant feeling radiated from deep in her bowels and began silently talking to her creamy cunt. She sighed and settled her shoulders lower. Her ass lifted slightly.
"Feel good, Mom?" Mark asked, withdrawing slowly, his thick, shiny cock shaft oozing from the clinging pucker of her ass.
"Oh, God, Mark," Myra whimpered, "it's starting to get to me! You'll make me cum if you do it slow, like that. Oh, yesssss!"
When his mother's fleshy body shuddered, Mark leaned back and looked down at her squirming ass. He saw his hard-on sliding out of her wet, pink asshole and took one hand away from her tits. Reaching for her cunt again, he wriggled his fingers into her soft wet folds and located her pouting clit. He rolled it back and forth and she jumped just as he'slam-med down with his cock again.
"Aghhh! Rub my clit!" Myra cried, moving her wide ass ki circles. She was panting her pleasure as her son began to fuck her ass with enthusiasm. Her free tit swung and bounced. Mark pumped faster and faster.
"Hear that, Mom?" Mark cried with glee. "That's your ass eatin' my cock!"
Myra felt her face burn as she listened to the obscene sloshing and smacking of her wet asshole over her son's rapidly fucking cock. She knew her ass was wet and gaping and was probably stretched so wide it would never recover, and she shuddered. She loved the way his fat cock was battering deep into her soft, hot channel, reaming her most forbidden en-trance, stirring nerves she'd never-know were there. And she loved the constant sinking in and tugging out of her soft, rubbery ass ring and inner tissues.
Mark ran two fingers into her open, dripping cunt and felt his cock through the thin tissues separating the two holes. He could feel the bulge of his fat cock knob running back and forth, and wriggled another finger in and pressed them against her back wall to tighten up his fucking.
"Ahhh-h-h-h, yes-s-s, yes-s-s!" Myra groaned, tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching.
Mark felt his mother's big ass cheeks jiggling softly around the shaft of his long cock on every out-thrust, and took his hands from her pussy and tit. He palmed the sides of her full ass, pressing them together. Myra's body began to shudder and jerk. Her ass muscles began to milk and squeeze.
"Ahhhhh," Mark groaned, and dug his cock deep in her ass. He knew she was about to cum, and was thrilled. The hot, rubbery mouth of her ass puckered and snapped. She squealed loudly and began to thrash around, then collapsed onto her stomach.
"Ughhhh! Ughhhhh!" Myra grunted as Mark lifted his hips high and slammed down. He flashed his burning, throbbing cock in and out of her slack asshole like he would a sword in a scabbard as she lay there moaning, squirming weakly.
"Aghhh! Here it comes, Mom!" the boy cried as he slapped his jerking prick all the way into her guts.
"Yes, yes!" Myra's reply was little more than a hoarse whisper as she wiggled pitifully and felt her insides close around him.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Mark gasped, his belly flattening the spongy hills of her ass as he arched his back, straining to get the last half inch of cock in her nibbling ass.
His jism poured into her, filling her with heat. Heavy wads of cum erupted, splattering in the depths of her ass. Gusher after gusher hosed out Myra's spasming insides, until the overflow burst from her stretched, pink ass ring.
"Ahhhh-h-h-h!" Mark sighed, falling over her sweaty back, gasping for breath. He felt his cum oozing out around his shrinking prick, greasing her sweaty ass crack. Its sharp odor was familiar and pleasant to him.
He lifted up, and the rest of his limber cock flopped out. More white jism bubbled slowly to the gaping, slowly closing mouth of her ass. Mark looked at it, and grinned. He took hold of her flaccid ass cheeks again and squeezed them together.
"Here, Mom," he said. "I'll help you hold it in while you get up."
"Muhhhh-h-h-h?" Myra mumbled, still dazed from the tremendous orgasm she'd experienced. Her asshole tingled with a million tiny needles-hot needles.
"Wow, that was some fuck," Mark said, rolling her ass cheeks around. "You've got a great ass."
Myra was regaining her senses now. "Thanks," she smiled wryly, turning and looking at his wilted cock. Even in its soft, wet, slightly soiled state it still appealed to her. His balls looked full, bulging his nut sac tightly. She hoped he had another load.
"If I suck you, will you get hard again?" she asked, slightly ashamed of herself.
Even Mark was surprised. "Well, maybe," he said. "Let me go wash, first."
But Myra was too horny for even that much delay. She nestled her big tits on his thighs and took his thick, limp cock between her fingers and ran her warm lips over it. She tugged it to its full, soft length as she kissed it, then sucked in its fat bulb. A faint bitter taste quickly disappeared as she sucked and swallowed and gurgled contentedly.
It took the depraved mother more than fifteen minutes, but she finally felt a pulsing, a faint movement in her son's thick cock. She closed her teeth behind the flare of his cock knob and probed his piss-slit with the tip of her tongue.
"Ummmm," Mark sighed, enjoying the way she rubbed her fingers up and down his cock shaft while she nursed on his bulb. He reached out a finger and rolled her clit again. Myra panted hotly around his cockhead and took in more of his prick.
"Mphhh, mphhhh, mhpppp," she panted noisily as she bobbed her head on his still-soft but thickening prick. Mark felt his nuts move, and then his cock began to lift, standing in her mouth without help from her fingers.
"Gettin' hard, Mom!" he said, still fingering her oily clit.
Myra bobbed her head,rapidly, anxious for another ass-fuck. A minute more, and then she slurped loudly off her young son's hard, throbbing cock.
"Now?" she asked, licking her lips.
"Let's get on the bed, this time," Mark said. "I want to try it some different ways."
Myra ran for the bed, hips swinging, ass
-cheeks flapping, big tits lifting and dropping heavily. Mark followed more slowly, grinning as he noticed the little trail of wet dots on the floor. Her ass was still dripping.
The sight that greeted the hard-cocked boy would have blown the mind of a saint. Myra, naked, was kneeling on the end of the bed with her well-fucked ass sticking high in the air. Her big tits were squeezed out beneath her torso, and she was moaning with excitement. Her hands held her ass spread wide, giving him a good look at her loosened, cum-dripping pink asshole.
Mark walked right up to her, his hard-on pointing the way. He walked it right into her ass, for she was at the perfect level for him. She wiggled it slightly as he entered this time with no difficulty and no pain.
"Ooooo, yes," she sighed happily: "Fuck my ass off!"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass and your cunt, this time," Mark said. "And when I pull out, you know, just before I cum; you grab my prick and suck on it, O.K.?"
With her son's beautiful cock thumping in her ass, anything he said would've been O.K. Myra grunted her assent and Mark leaned over her again and started pumping. He gave her asshole five or ten strokes, then pulled out and fucked her cunt for a while. He kept switching from ass to cunt for more than half an hour before his nuts began emptying again.
This time, he was fucked-out for more than two hours. Myra was impatient, but settled for a good pussy-licking. She was going wild with her new toy, her very own cock to play with as often as she wanted, and she couldn't get enough. They fucked again and again, with Myra trying to recall all the different positions she had once seen in a book. Mark was getting a lifetime of fucking and sucking experience in less than a week, and he loved his crash course. He especially loved cramming for a test.
And Myra often tested him, checking his memory for a position they had tried only once hours earlier. Over the months and years that followed Mark expanded his fucking to include other women and girls. And after he graduated from high school his yearbook's photo section was signed with hundreds of loving notes asking him not to forget.
He married when he was twenty-four, but fucked Myra before beginning his honeymoon with his new wife. Myra was teary but happy for the son she'd trained so well.
"Oh," she sobbed, "I'm going to miss you so much!" She squeezed his cock through his pants.
Mark grinned, and she saw in his face the same boyishness he'd had when he first becaue her awkward, young lover. "Lift your dress," he told her, knowing she'd be pantiless. Myra hiked her dress up and grabbed her knees. After so many years, they both knew what the other wanted.
"I guess this'll be the last for a while,"
Myra said sadly as Mark eased his thick prick between the soft, hanging lips of her wet cunt.
"I'll hurry back," he said, pumping slowly, swiveling his hips and churning his cock in her. "And we'll fuck almost every day, you know that."
Myra nodded, panting so hard she couldn't answer. He was making her feel that way again. Her loving son was the best lover ever. She reached back and spread her creamy ass cheeks. "S-shove it in my ass just before you cum, Mark," she gasped. "Shove it hard. Make me remember it a long, long time!"
"O.K., Mom," Mark said, watching his mother's ass cheeks ripple with his thrusts. Her little pink asshole winked at him and he saw the stretch marks proving his constant affection for that part of her body.
Myra's voice rang out with her pleasure just as Mark rammed the full length of his cock into her ass. His hot cum wads Tired into her guts, and his grunts and groans mingled with hers. He stayed inside as long as possible, but eventually had to go home.
"Hurry back, Mark," Myra said, standing, a finger plugged in her ass to keep his jism there as long as she could.
"I will, Mom," he said. Then, "Hey, Mom, I'll be thinking of you, tonight." He chuckled. "After all these years, I can't close my eyes without seeing your cunt and ass, you know?"
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said, Mark," Myra laughed, wiping her tears away.
She kissed him and then pushed him away. Even the best of boys had to leave someday. But she knew he'd keep coming back to her. She smiled.
"You're a good boy, Mark," she whispered as he walked away.
Slowly, she turned and went to her room, her finger still in her asshole. His jism felt so warm, so alive in her ass, she just had to keep it there a little longer. She smiled, thinking how nice it was that Mark and Joan were going to live on the same street. They'd be one big, happy family!
Her new daughter-in-law would never suspect her husband of cheating on her with his mother. But, if she did get suspicious, maybe Joan could be initiated into their select club of two. For the past few years, Myra had been battling the urge to lap a tasty pussy, just to see what it would be like. Joan looked like she'd have a nice, snug cunt, even after Mark's reaming.
It was so exciting to consider what the future would bring!
