How long had it been since Steve and I separated? Six months, seven maybe, it was hard to remember. It was late in the evening and it was hot. The motel my son and I had booked into some days earlier wasn't the classiest place on earth, nor was it the best insulated. In the room next to ours a man and a woman were doing an awful lot of laughing and giggling. James was asleep. At fifteen he was starting to resemble his father closely, Steve the way he was when I first met him, handsome, dark eyes, soft, straight brown hair, broad shoulders. James was even slung like Steve.
I blushed at my own thoughts. A mother shouldn't see her son that way, especially when mother and son had to share the same double bed to save a few bucks. God, it was hot! I had on a flimsy robe over my bra and pants, and the windows behind the Venetian blinds were wide open. Still it felt close, stifling. The sheet covered James only up to his knees. The boy lay there in his underpants, crouched in the fetal position and dreaming boyish dreams. And the couple next door was laughing less now. The sounds became more intense, more intimate. Occasionally she'd let out a long laugh but it faded into one of those erotic little whimpers. I groaned and tried to close my eyes and ears. No use. The walls were made of paper. How I envied James for being able to sleep so soundly!
Pretty soon the bed next door began to squeak rhythmically. Then she took up moaning and he grunted in unison. The squeaking speeded up, so did the moaning and groaning. I did my utmost to ignore them but in my mind I saw them as vividly as if the wall was made of glass. He was on top of her, a big hairy brute with a rolling brow and hairs growing out of his nose. And she was a little pale thing with large breasts and big eyes, quailing under the force of his powerhouse pounding. His big brown cock would be sliding in and out of her distended pussy and she would feel a mixture of pain and pleasure as her cunt stretched to accommodate so much manhood. If only I was in her place!!!
In the light of the small bed lamp the room looked all the seedier. James had his back to me. His buns pushed against the white cotton of his briefs and his strong shoulders reminded me of Steve again. Could I risk beating off? It had been so long, so terribly long! James and I had been traveling from town to town, always sleeping in motels and sharing the one room if not the one bed. There hadn't been any chances to get away from the boy, not even to play with myself. Before I had married Steve that had been my favorite pastime.
And three years later it was again. I was aching to touch my clitoris, to taste my juices, to caress my breasts in the same old abandoned way, and the steady fucking noises from next door were stirring up all the old pockets of lust in my body. James would sleep through it. He'd never know!
Thus reassured I gingerly slipped my hand down into my panties and squeezed my cunt. From that moment on there was no turning back. My pussy felt so nice in the palm of my hand, so hairy and soft and moist, so sensitive to the touch! Already I could feel the juices sliding down my cunt walls, with new supplies oozing out. The couple next door were going hell for leather. The bed groaned as much as he did now and I expected it to snap in half any minute. Was it my imagination or did I hear wet noises coming from next door? No, it was my own cunt that was smacking its lips. Again I blushed. What if James heard his mother's cunt doing that? He would lose respect for me completely.
But those burning, irritating, beautiful urges had me in their power. My hand rubbed the hairy skin between my legs until it parted and allowed entry to the flooded valley below. My index finger slipped into place, pressing the button and rotating over it slowly. I hadn't lost the knack. Already those warm, thrilling impulses were radiating from my loins to every part of my body. My clitoris grew hard and hot, more sensitive, getting so touchy that I had to withdraw my hand. I used my panties to soften the rubbing and now, masturbating through the nylon, my clitoris started to appreciate exactly what I was doing for it. That early tenderness gave way to a sharp, stinging pleasure that buzzed out in every direction, an alarm that woke up all of my passions. My hips began to undulate in that primitive, familiar motion. My clitoris wanted more! And once again I let my hand slide down into my panties to squeeze and rub and pinch without any intermediaries.
Next door's orgy was shaking the whole motel by this time. He had to be a brute to fuck her so long and hard. She was almost panicking by the sound of her. Every time he shoved his cock up her cunt she let out a gasp, then she drew in another breath quickly with a squeal and again he expelled the air with a mighty thrust. The rhythm stirred my bed and forced me to fall in line with it. Rub, thrust, rub, thrust, rub, thrust, pressing my ear to the wall now and huddling close to catch all I could of their lusty fuck. I was sure I could hear her pussy. His cock dug into her like a stick into a wet bog and withdrew with a slurp. My cunt ran over in sympathy.
Suddenly the few garments I wore began to cloy my body. I checked to make sure my son was unconscious, then shrugged off the nightie and un-snapped my bra. I didn't take it all the way off in case he woke up, and instead of tearing my panties off my ass like I wanted to, I eased them down over my thighs just far enough to give me free access to my pussy. Ah, that was better. Now one hand could get at my tits and the other could caress that horny, moist little slit without interference. The man next door fucked his woman with the pounding rhythm of a slave driver on a galley. Bang! Bang! Bang! Slamming it into her, ripping her open, all that hard, heavy cock burying into her soft, yielding pussy and all I had for mine was a finger or two.
It would have to do. I rolled over on my side, facing my son in case something aroused him, and caressed my cheeks with the palm of my hand. It wasn't long before the objective was reached. The index finger slipped in between the lower section of my cheeks and worked its way into my cunt. No trouble. I just about sucked it inside for want of meat. Another finger joined the index just as soon as there was room. Lovely ... a push, digging in deeper, working my fingers into the warm, soggy flesh up to the knuckles, and then closing my eyes to play pretend. Yes, it was a cock, a big double-barreled cock sneaking up me from behind. The other hand left my tits and moved down the front of my body. With the two inserted fingers pulling back and the other hand pulling the other way, my cunt stretched tautly, excruciatingly! The pressure was on my clitoris now, fingers dove in deep, and the rest of my cunt was getting it from all angles. Thud! Thud! Thud! I felt as though we were all at sea, rolling from side to side, the boards groaning and everything in motion. The woman could only let out plaintive little wails now and then. The man grunted like a fighter throwing punches. And my sexy boy slept on.
I was too horny to be bothered with motherhood and moral obligations. His buns were delicious! I'd always known but it took a little self-abuse to make me admit it. His back was tanned darkly and tapered nicely from broad shoulders to narrow hips, and those tight little buns poked out at me like two tempting apples. I should have taught him to sleep in the nude. My imagination took a small leap and saw him naked, and at once my passions surged forward to drag me into a soupy orgasm. I had to keep a grip on myself to stop from screaming with pleasure. Everything hummed and buzzed, my fingers fucked as fast as they could, the other hand almost twisted the clitoris off its mount, and my body trembled so violently that I almost fell off the bed. "Oh my God!" I gasped, letting go of all those sensitive little parts. "Get a hold on yourself, girl!" My panties had slipped down over my knees, the bra hung down one side, I was sweating profusely. If James had turned at that moment he would have seen quite a sight. But he didn't. I forced myself to take deep, regular breaths until my body settled down some. The couple next door had hit the doldrums. There was some motion and a lot of kissing, obviously an interlude. I knew I ought to pull up my panties and fasten my bra but somehow I couldn't do it. The flesh was too weak. My hands roved about my body aimlessly, just touching, feeling, wiping away drops of perspiration, but eventually they returned to those extra-sensitive spots. At first I didn't agitate them. One part of my mind said I was about to go to sleep. The other suggested I party some more with myself. I couldn't decide.
The slave driver started to pound a faster beat. I ignored it as best I could. But then my son turned over on his back and lay there, mouth open, eyes closed, snoring slightly, and all I could see was the firm bulge in his underpants. Just like Steve! I'd spent so many nights looking at that magical piece, stroking it, eating it until he'd wake up and fuck me with it. And now I was next to his son, my son, trying not to think about how nice it would be to do the same to him. While that was passing through my mind my hands had taken up that familiar rhythm, stroking and nipping, parting my pussy lips and pressing down on the valley with one strong finger. Yes, it would be nice to touch him ... could I do it without waking him up?
Oh fuck him! I couldn't take it anymore. Off went my bra, over the side of the bed went my panties, and I sprawled in luxurious nakedness beside my boy. Let him sleep. Mama had to jerk off at once! Now my hands grabbed hold of my big tits and squeezed the resilient, deep flesh with rare relish. Finger and thumb squeezed both nipples and brought them up to my mouth so that my tongue could rotate abrasively along each light brown aureole. A slight breeze blew over my flesh, just cool enough to set my nerves on edge. With shivers of lust rippling under my skin I reached for my pussy with both hands and kneaded it to my heart's content. And while this was going on my eyes were fixed on my son's cock, X-raying the cotton of his briefs to see through to that pale shaft and pink glans, wondering if it was possible to touch him. The couple next door were fucking to beat the band. A lascivious boldness swept through me. I could always make up an excuse if he caught me at it. I could tell him it was too hot to be wearing clothes, that I was taking his briefs off so he wouldn't smother. Sons were supposed to believe their mothers, weren't they?
I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding in my throat, but I did it. Sitting on my knees next to my boy I eased his underpants down over his legs, his feet, and all the way off! There, now I could see everything. Contentedly I settled down with my back against the footboard and masturbated over the sight of his manly yet boyish body. How long his cock was already, a good six inches if I was any judge. He'd get thicker in time and his balls weren't fully developed yet A light cover of brown hair had sprouted on his pubic bone. It was so sexy, so sweet, that my mouth started to water.
"Oh Jack, fuck me, fuck me!" screamed the woman in the next room. "Drive that big dick up my ass! Oh Christ it hurts, I love it, I love it, shove it up my asshole, yes, yes, OH JACK COME, COME COMMMMMMMMMmmmmm!" Apparently he did. Heavy grunts, alarming creaks and groans of the bed, and a war whoop from her signalled the crescendo. Up her ass? The imagination boggled. It had been so long since any man had put it up my ass. Not that Steve hadn't wanted to, he just didn't know how to do it properly. My anus tingled at the recollection of those special lovers who could fuck a woman from that side and still satisfy her. Still? Who could satisfy her over and over and over! My thumb slipped into my pussy and the index finger wormed up my asshole. Yes, that was approximately the same feeling. That uncomfortable sensation in my asshole, the suppository blues, followed by a deep, lecherous yearning for hot, throbbing cock, the bigger the better, ramming into that little orifice and damaging it excruciatingly.
"Let me lick it clean, Jack," said the woman at the other side of the wall. "I don't want your wife to find the evidence, do you?"
"Go ahead, baby." His voice was deep, resonant, I liked that in a man. In my mind I could see her bending over his hairy loins and fitting that thick, limp hunk of meat in between her lips, putting pressure on it and pulling it back to massage life into it. This was driving me crazy! I was thumb-fucking myself and squeezing my tits black and blue, looking at my naked son's cock, and getting nowhere. He seemed to be having interesting dreams. His cock filled with blood, rose, fell, rose again, and jerked about with rapid, bobbing motions. More was needed!
There had been nights in the past six or seven months when I'd been sorely tempted to invite my son to screw me. Those were feverish nights when the sap backed up and blocked blood from entering my rational faculties. But the temptation had always been manageable. This time I felt myself being drawn toward him with more strength than I had willpower. I wanted to take his long, pale cock into my mouth just as that slut next door was doing to her man. I wanted James to mount me and fuck me, to expend his youthful virility on me in one mad burst of passion! Oh Jesus, I needed it so badly! It was so hot, so close, my cunt felt so empty and my tits so unappreciated!
I found myself getting closer and closer to that bobbing cock. It was three-quarters erect and jerking up and down, like live bait. My lips parted, saliva poured from the ducts, he went out of focus, and all of a sudden his glans made contact with my nose. A sharp thrill ran through me, one of delight, danger, and dare-devilry. Could I go through with it? His smooth skin brushed along my nose, my top lip, and then his knob came to rest against my lower lip. All I had to do was open up a bit further and it would fall into my mouth. I couldn't resist-I wanted to but it was impossible. That throbbing cock, the warm skin, the sensual contours, all demanded entry. With a despairing moan I closed my eyes and opened wide. His glans moved in between my lips and soon bumped against my palate.
At that moment I came like Yd never come before. My body was wracked by explosions of passion, my pussy quivered and dripped, and it was all I could do to keep his stiffening cock in my mouth. James stirred uneasily, adjusting his body to take the pressure off his dick. Then he relaxed totally and muttered something in his sleep. I waited until my insides had settled before indulging myself further. His young cock felt so nice, so smooth between my lips, like a new gun just cleansed of the grease it's packed in. My tongue caressed the rubbery knob, my lips squeezed it, and everything in me began to focus. I lay between his legs, my torso raised by both elbows, my hair tumbling down like a curtain between my face and his, and I began to suck his dick the way I'd done his father's.
His dick was long but not long enough to stop me from swallowing it whole. Steve had taught me how to do that by pressing down on my head whenever I came to a stop. Now I took in those six inches effortlessly and sucked them briefly before clamping my lips about his stalk and moving my head up and down to jerk him off orally. My hands explored his hard, flat tummy and his strong young thighs, delighting in the muscle lying just beneath the skin. There was no layer of fat to contend with, not like Steve's. In some ways his son was better than he had been.
"Ma! What are you doing? What time is it?" I peered through the curtain of hair to see my son sitting up and staring about himself in utter confusion. What was that excuse again? I couldn't remember it. Instead I motioned for him to lie back and relax. He was willing to do that. My cocksucking did that to men. James folded his hands behind his head and looked at me in awe as I continued to lick his dick and suck it. My hands moved back down and started to grope about in my pussy. God, I needed something in me, anything, a broomstick if necessary! His cock in my mouth only served to remind me how I loved to be fucked. But now I was getting ridiculous. It was bad enough to blow your own son, but to fuck him! No, no, I would jerk off while giving him his fun.
My fingers parted my cunt and dug into the yielding, sodden flesh. Each time I pushed in there was an audible slosh of juices and James had to notice that my ass was moving up and down over my own hands. Did he know about masturbation? Well, if he didn't it was high time someone taught him. Besides, it felt nice to be fucking my own fingers. I held three bunched fingers with the other hand, keeping them in place so that each time I drove my cunt down the hole closed around the digits and it felt almost like a real cock. There was no way to carry the pretence through, though. The real thing was in my mouth, rock hard, pulsing with virility and semen, indicating how wonderful it would feel if it was up my pussy.
"James?" I said, taking my mouth away from his cock. He looked at me vaguely, somewhat irritated by the interruption. "James, have you ever done it to a woman?" He shook his head and closed his eyes, he only wanted me to keep sucking. Just like his Dad. But I'd taken the step and nothing could stop me now. I gave his cock one final going over and then lay on my back. My legs were spread wide open, my arms reached for him, and he was very interested. Yet he hesitated. He was fully awake now, able to assess the situation, and it must have seemed odd to him to see his mother naked for the first time, naked and horny and much like a stranger. "Come on, my boy," I said softly. "Let's not spoil this night because it will only happen once."
"Okay," he said and his voice quavered strangely. He got on top of me, then hesitated again, unsure of how to proceed. I reached down behind him and pushed his ass until his cock was in the right position. Then I took his hard, teenage dick in hand and guided it into my yearning cunt One touch was enough to send me reeling off into another climax, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when his knob barged inside me.
"Oh God!" I exclaimed. For the moment I was a cunt from head to toe, or a total clitoris, I didn't know which. All I knew was that his cock was entering me and that my whole body responded with quivering nerves, a tidal wave of feverish lust, and great relief. He was in me, deep in me, his cock throbbed and each pulse was transmitted through me. My cunt, so long neglected, now stretched about tie intruding member and contracted with pleasure. And my nipples stood up straight as if to feed the boy once more. But James had come a long way. He buried his face between my tits and clung to them with both hands while he worked his dick around inside my cunt. He didn't seem to know which motion to employ so he just stirred my juices up. I would have told him to go up and down if it hadn't been so nice.
Besides, he caught on all by himself. Instead of ladling about, his cock started to move with a more well-defined purpose. He drew it back and plunged in, did it again, pulling back further to come in deeper, and my wild contortions told him he was doing it right. Now all of his youthful virility exploded. He became a runaway colt, galloping where grown men would canter, expending energy left and right, headed for a premature finish. But I didn't care. He was fucking me at full pelt and the erotic friction set my cunt on fire, a quick, flickering brush fire that spread throughout my body in seconds. "Yes, yes, yes!" I heard myself cry out in between gasping for air. "Oh James, yes, that's the way, that's beautiful. GO AHEAD, OH YES, YES, YESSSSSSS!!! AAAAAAHHHHH, OOOOHHHH-HHH, OH JAMES, WOW! GO TO IT!" He didn't need encouragement. His cock moved inside me like a piston, fucking with staccato speed until my head felt out of whack and my body dripped like molten lava. One more thrust, one more stroke, that was all I wanted, one to finish me off... and that was the vital stroke that didn't happen.
Just as I was straining toward the terminal climax something warm blossomed inside my cunt, growing larger by the second. It took me a while to identify it, but then James went limp and gasped as if he'd done a three-minute mile, and then I knew. He had blown his wad! His cock was still hard but he didn't know enough about sex to give me my bonus. How could I get over that final hurdle? I couldn't masturbate in front of him, that would be too hurtful. "That was beautiful," I told him as I nibbled at his ear lobe. "You're such a good lover, James, a real man." He glowed with pride and I glowed with frustration. One good thrust! Was that too much to ask?
A woman had to be resourceful. I made him get off me and then I told him to let me see his cock. "We have to make sure it's cleaned after use," I said. "Here, sit on the bed and let me wipe you down." He did as he was told, looking a little tired - and limp, but still interested. And when my tongue lightly spiraled about his flaccid flesh to lick off the mixture of sperm and my cuntal fluids, a new spark of interest lit up in his eyes.
"Are you supposed to do that every time you make it, Ma?" he asked.
"Only the first time," I said. "After that a towel will be all right."
"That's too bad," he sighed. How nice he tasted! And how quickly his cock came back to life. I kneeled down by the side of the bed and licked him up and down, slowly, leisurely, to make sure he would get the kind of erection I needed. Sperm dripped out of my pussy and slid down my inner thighs, growing cold on the way. Inside my pussy the temperature was rising. Six months of negligence!
How had I stood it? Now that Yd had a taste it was necessary to glut myself, and I would, I would! In for a penny, in for a pound. The people next door were of the same opinion. There was grunting and thudding and all sorts of other erotic noises, and their bed pounded against the wall with that slave driver thump. James noticed it, too. His cock grew harder in spurts, enlarging in my mouth until it was as big as before. "Are they making out, too?" he asked. I nodded.
I put the finishing touches to his erection and regarded it with some pride. Splendid, already looking slightly battle-seasoned, and ready to go another round. What was the pound to consist of? I recalled the woman's ecstasy when that unseen brute shoved his cock up her ass, and my mind was made up. "Now I want you to listen carefully," I told my son, "this is a new game and you have to do as I tell you, okay?" He nodded and watched avidly as I lay on my belly.
My hands reached back and pulled my buns apart. "Now stick it into the other hole," I told him. James squatted behind me and ran his finger over my asshole. "Yes, that's the one."
"Are you sure?"
"Just put it in, honey," I said. "Take my word for it and hurry!" Again he made himself comfortable on top of me and his cock searched for an opening. And again I guided it for him. My ass had to be propped up with a pillow and I had to smear some of my juices into my asshole before he had any success. It was worth the trouble. James had an instinctive appreciation of the limitations of the female asshole. His cock eased its way past the strict barriers and moved about to evoke the subtle moisture back there. Only when the sphincters were relaxed and the lubricants had greased the anal canal did my son begin to fuck in earnest. He was a quick learner.
"Do you like that?" I asked as his cock slid up my ass and quivered for a moment before drawing back.
"It's terrific!" he gasped, driving it in deep. "Oh Ma, this is better than anything that's ever happened to me! I think I'm losing my mind, in fact." His cock started to move in faster and deeper, producing that peculiar mixture of sharp pain, queasiness, and sheer bliss that supplied me with the missing final thrust, and then nudged me into a whole new area of sensation. I lay under his bucking, hard body and took the speed and power of his strokes, all of which reverberated through my body to disintegrate the last of my resistance. He was good, very good! That boyish cock seemed to be growing by the second, a ramrod of power bringing me hopelessly, irrevocably undone. His belly slapped against the cheeks of my ass, his hot breath seared against the skin of my nape, and his hands had a grip on my arms to give his every stroke more oomph. It was mad but I loved it.
"Touch me, James," I moaned. "Feel my tits and my cunt, squeeze me and grab me! You're such a great lover, do it all to me, make your mother feel good!" He obeyed at once. One hand got to my left tit and mauled it savagely. The other hand found my pussy and started to finger it. He was good at that but then he was sure to have had some experience at finger fucking. When we were still living in a secure family situation he'd been a very popular boy at school. I'd often see girls smiling at him and talking about him. All those nights at the movies ... a new thrill ran through me as I imagined my son in the darkness of the back row, his finger up a hairless little twat, in and out of virgin flesh while the girl writhed about in confused ecstasy. I took his hand off my tit and brought it up to my mouth. Which finger would it be? The index, of course, always use the longest. I separated it from the other fingers and began to suck on it while my imagination supplied the details of that finger's adventures. Young, innocent pussies skewered by this very finger, my son's finger, the one I was sucking like it was a cock. And in the meantime his real cock kept sliding up my asshole, his knob battered at my most secret erogenous zones, and a new orgasm was swelling inside me like a balloon.
"FUCK!" I heard myself yell. My voice was strident, desperate, I didn't want him to miss this time. "GO, JAMES, GO, GIVE IT TO ME GOOD. DON'T STOP JUST YET, KEEP GOING, KEEP GOING, OH JEEEEEEEE-SUS! THAT'S WONDERFUL, PERFECT, HARDER NOW, HARDER, OH JAMES, OH NO, OH DEAR, AAAAAHHHH!!" He had hit the gong. All the tension, frustration, all the accumulated delights, suddenly melted into an oceanic sense of bliss. I was leveled out, rolled into two dimensions, and I lay under him grinning from ear to ear without knowing what was funny. Vaguely I felt him going hell for leather for a minute or so more, but it was all lost on me. His warm sperm erupted in my ass and a little while later he clambered off and lay down beside me. Next door was quiet, too.
Everything was very peaceful. It didn't even seem as hot or stifling as before. A light breeze blew through the blinds and caressed my sweaty body. James reached for my cigarettes and lit one for me. I lay on my back and smoked it without looking at him. And by the end of the cigarette I couldn't look him in the eye. It suddenly dawned on me what I had done to him. Did I want him to be a deviant? Well, Yd sure set him on the road to degeneracy.
"James, we can't do this anymore," I said firmly, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I want you to forget this episode, hear? No more, this was the end of it."
"Sure, Ma." He sounded sleepy, barely interested. I looked over at him and saw his eyes falling shut. Instead of worrying about him I felt a twinge of disappointment. Was it such a small deal to him that he could just fall asleep as if nothing had happened? What a fool I was! I lit another cigarette and watched the blue smoke curl up at the ceiling. James slept soundly.
My body and my mind were at odds. Physically I felt wonderful, like a car newly tuned. Mentally I was in a shambles. How could I have seduced my own son? I'd let everything get out of hand. Well, I'd made myself clear to him, it wouldn't happen again. And to make sure it wouldn't I was going to see some men, go out on dates, and spend the night at their place if necessary. Until we had more money James and I would have to go on sharing rooms but that was no reason for me to turn into a nun. No, I was thirty-five, at my sexual peak, still attractive with firm tits and thighs, an ass that brought the pincher out in the most blas� of men, and a face once called a baby face, now only slightly marred by crow's feet. But that gave my looks character. A lot of men lusted after me. Well, I was going to lust right back!
My mind was made up and the dilemma resolved. I turned off the light and tried again to go to sleep. For a moment my bare ass touched my son's and an electric charge flashed through me. I would keep my hands off him, I would, I would! But I couldn't resist turning over on my other side and embracing him with my whole body, falling asleep wrapped around him.
CHAPTER TWO
I woke up horny as a goat! My son's body was hot against mine, his hard buns pressing against my belly most suggestively, and before I could stop myself my hand had slid over his hip and clasped his limp cock. How nice it felt, so soft and warm, nothing like the hard weapon with which he had made me so happy earlier. But then I remembered my maternal duties and hurried out of bed and into a cold shower before I did any more damage to his young mind.
Once the cold water splashed into my face and froze my body, I felt a creeping sense of shame for having given in. It was unhealthy. But it was pointless to have regrets. I had to be constructive about the whole matter. And the only way to be constructive was to go out and get laid regularly. I'd had too good a sex life once to just do without. If people could drink for medicinal purposes, then I could fuck for the same reason. Yes, that's what I'd do... and I knew the man to begin with.
He came into the diner every morning for breakfast, and when I served him his food he looked at me hungrily. I knew it wasn't a hunger for food because he was far more interested in peering down my uniform dress than at his fried eggs. How he lusted after me! I shuddered under the shower and rubbed the washcloth against my skin a little harder. He was a beast of a man, big, hairy, with a knotted brow that overshadowed his lustful eyes. All his weight seemed to be concentrated in his back and shoulders, the rest of him was lean, tough, and hard. And his hands were calloused and huge, with stubby, thick fingers that could crush walnuts between them. His name was Tim and the other two waitresses always gave him special treatment for reasons I knew nothing about. Had they slept with him before? I wanted to ask them so I'd have the low down on him before doing anything rash, but we weren't that close yet.
I sighed, turned off the shower and dried myself hurriedly. A glance at the clock made me go all the faster. Jeff, the manager of the diner, wanted his girls to be punctual. As if it mattered in his kind of little league operation. Oh well, he was a nice old thing, and he had given me a job when I needed it most. I dressed and hurried the few blocks to the diner. The other two waitresses were right behind me, and together we swung into action. At seven a.m. sharp the door opened and in came the hungry customers.
Nothing goes through your mind when it's so busy. We all worked like maniacs until the diner was filled with men contentedly shoveling food into their mouths. Then we leaned against the long counter and took a deep breath. "Look at them," said Nelly, the blonde in her late thirties who liked to come on like an amateur hooker, "eating like pigs. I wonder if they rut like pigs, too." She uttered a short, hoarse laugh and lit a cigarette. "Goddamn men," she went on, talking to herself, "I love 'em but I can't stand to see them eat. Except my pussy, of course." This was said with a nudge to me, and I pretended it was funny. Julie, the young girl with the big eyes and bigger tits, stood on the other side of Nelly and looked as though she was lost in her daydreams. Julie had a knack for finding true love every time she turned around.
"Come on, girls, there's a customer waving at you," Jeff reminded us. "He might want to buy something more from me, mightn't he? And the more I sell, the richer I am, which means you girls will get paid more."
"Kiss me between the cheeks, darling," said Nelly, already heading for the waving customer. I leaned back and turned my gaze to Tim, the hairy brute. He was eating but his eyes were on me, and when he noticed me looking at him he threw me a broad wink. I blushed in spite of myself. He beckoned me with a motion of his head and when I came closer he made me bend down to hear what he had to say. Tim didn't believe in noise.
"Bring me another coffee, beautiful," he said, his eyes burning into my cleavage. "And ..." He hesitated on purpose so I'd keep leaning over him a little longer. I made sure he got a good view. My tits had always been a piece de resistance, big, full, round, sagging slightly but only because they were so heavy. And with that support bra I'd put on especially for him that morning, the flesh bulged out at him blatantly. He sighed and licked his lips, then placed his hand low down on my hip. "And what are you going to be doing after work?"
"Well, I've got an audience with the Pope and then Richard Burton wants to take me window-shopping in the diamond district," I said, "but after that I can be all yours."
"All mine?" He repeated the words and stared into my eyes. I nodded and stared right back. "In that case we'll go to my place. How does that sound to you?"
"Great." I turned on my heel and fetched his coffee for him. Nelly had seen the exchange and asked a few prying questions. I took this opportunity to ask her one in my turn. "Did you ever get off with Tim?" Nelly smiled and shook her head.
"No, I didn't get off," she said carefully. I took this to mean that they hadn't slept together; in other words, I heard what I wanted to hear. Now that the arrangements had been made I could hardly wait for my shift to finish. In desperation I struck up conversations with the other two waitresses, and found that they were both nice girls. But I would explore that more later. For the time being all I could think of was that cure for horniness, Big Tim, the bull.
At two o'clock he pulled up outside the diner in his pickup truck and I rushed to join him. Not a word was spoken. He wheeled the truck around and gave it the gun all the way to his place. My excitement was making me dizzy! I kept glancing at his lap to see how big he was. It was impossible to tell because his pants were too loose, but the way he was driving told me he was as needy as I was. I could almost feel him on top of me, hugging me, fucking me, driving his cock deep into my cunt to still that maddening itch! And then I could go and be with my son platonically once more and we would pretend last night had never happened.
Tim lived in a small run-down house at the edge of town. The interior decoration had that bachelor's touch, lots of empty beer cans and dirty clothes strewn about the place; a few dogs sniffed about the rooms, and the bed sheets hadn't been changed since the last time he had pissed on the bed. But who cared! He kicked the front door shut and in the same motion picked up one of the dogs and hurled it across the room to get it away from my ass. Hot pussy attracted them, it seemed. Then he took me into his arms and held me close to his strong, hairy body, to crush his lips on mine with fierce passion. I melted into him, trusting him, surrendering with body and soul, and when he carried me to his grubby bed I offered him no resistance. He dumped me in the center of it and once more came toward me with his arms outstretched. He was a bear to be hugged and I wrapped myself around him with arms and legs while he went on kissing me and grinding his cock against me through our clothes, dry-humping like he was ready to blow!
"You're beautiful," he said suddenly, and that marked the end of the kissing. His big, powerful hands began to undo the buttons of my waitress uniform, clumsy, slow, and it was agony for me to watch and wait. At last the buttons were undone and the dress came off, leaving me only in my bra and panties. "Look at those tits!" he drooled, grabbing at them with both hands. "Jesus Christ! You got beautiful boobs, baby!"
"Thank you," I said coyly. "Now let's see what you've got for me."
"Don't be dirty." Was that a witticism? His expression didn't change, he just mauled my tits until they popped out of the bra, then he made me turn over on my belly so he could undo the catch. "I get a kick out of undressing women," he growled. "Lie still while I take off your panties now." I did as I was told. Every part of me wanted to open up to him but I lay still for the sake of his lust. He took my panties off slowly, all the way over my ankles, and I lay there with my bare ass poking up at him. A delicious, fearful thrill ran through me as I imagined him jumping me from behind and sticking his mighty dick right up me! He was undressing, I could tell by the rustle of clothes behind me, and I kept a tight grip on myself so as not to look back. I wanted to be ambushed, overpowered, abused! What was keeping him?
"Take a look," I heard him say. His voice sounded timid suddenly, nothing like the authoritative growl of before. With some trepidation I turned over on my side and took a peek. The big hairy hulk stood by the side of the bed, his rugged face twisted in an expression of shyness, which was at odds with his bulging muscles. Slowly it dawned on me that he had put on my bra and panties. Both garments were stretched tautly about his body, cutting into his flesh, and the panties bulged absurdly lap to see how big he was. It was impossible to tell because his pants were too loose, but the way he was driving told me he was as needy as I was. I could almost feel him on top of me, hugging me, fucking me, driving his cock deep into my cunt to still that maddening itch! And then I could go and be with my son platonically once more and we would pretend last night had never happened.
Tim lived in a small run-down house at the edge of town. The interior decoration had that bachelor's touch, lots of empty beer cans and dirty clothes strewn about the place; a few dogs sniffed about the rooms, and the bed sheets hadn't been changed since the last time he had pissed on the bed. But who cared! He kicked the front door shut and in the same motion picked up one of the dogs and hurled it across the room to get it away from my ass. Hot pussy attracted them, it seemed. Then he took me into his arms and held me close to his strong, hairy body, to crush his lips on mine with fierce passion. I melted into him, trusting him, surrendering with body and soul, and when he carried me to his grubby bed I offered him no resistance. He dumped me in the center of it and once more came toward me with his arms outstretched. He was a bear to be hugged and I wrapped myself around him with arms and legs while he went on kissing me and grinding his cock against me through our clothes, dry-humping like he was ready to blow!
"You're beautiful," he said suddenly, and that marked the end of the kissing. His big, powerful hands began to undo the buttons of my waitress uniform, clumsy, slow, and it was agony for me to watch and wait. At last the buttons were undone and the dress came off, leaving me only in my bra and panties. "Look at those tits!" he drooled, grabbing at them with both hands. "Jesus Christ! You got beautiful boobs, baby!"
"Thank you," I said coyly. "Now let's see what you've got for me."
"Don't be dirty." Was that a witticism? His expression didn't change, he just mauled my tits until they popped out of the bra, then he made me turn over on my belly so he could undo the catch. "I get a kick out of undressing women," he growled. "Lie still while I take off your panties now." I did as I was told. Every part of me wanted to open up to him but I lay still for the sake of his lust. He took my panties off slowly, all the way over my ankles, and I lay there with my bare ass poking up at him. A delicious, fearful thrill ran through me as I imagined him jumping me from behind and sticking his mighty dick right up me! He was undressing, I could tell by the rustle of clothes behind me, and I kept a tight grip on myself so as not to look back. I wanted to be ambushed, overpowered, abused! What was keeping him?
"Take a look," I heard him say. His voice sounded timid suddenly, nothing like the authoritative growl of before. With some trepidation I turned over on my side and took a peek. The big hairy hulk stood by the side of the bed, his rugged face twisted in an expression of shyness, which was at odds with his bulging muscles. Slowly it dawned on me that he had put on my bra and panties. Both garments were stretched tautly about his body, cutting into his flesh, and the panties bulged absurdly with an excess of cock. "Do you like that?" he asked.
"Oh God," I groaned but I didn't dare say anymore.
"You don't like it?" He looked disappointed.
"No, no, it's not that... I just wonder what you expect from me."
"Oh, nothing." He lay down on the bed and stretched luxuriously. "This feels so good! Mmmmmmm, so relaxing, I feel warm and pleasant all over, don't you?"
"Yes . . ." It was clear that he wanted to be seduced. After all, he was doing pretty much what I would be doing if I wanted to be laid, everything indirect but all pregnant with meaning. Well, I wanted it and he had it, and if there was a price to be paid I'd just have to pay it. But where to begin? I lay on my side, facing him, and tried to find the best place to start. Tim kept stretching, sighing, displaying his now erect cock in the best light, and it was that massive erection that pulled me over the crest. I reached out and ran one hand along the carpet of hair covering his chest, even though I took pains to avoid my taut bra. Tim seemed to approve. I wanted to remove the bra but first I had to warm him up, so I moved closer and started to kiss him with a deep tongue, distracting him so my hands could get to the catch and undo it. It was hard to unsnap it from that angle but I did it, and once the bra was out of the way I had his whole chest to gambol about with my tongue. He smelled salty, sweaty, and utterly masculine, and now that the shock had passed my pussy started to throb in earnest again. His cock drew me like a magnet. I slipped my hand under the panties and nudged them out of the way so that his dark stalk and flushed knob stood up a little from his hairy belly. My mouth began to water! This was a man's cock. I could excuse his little kinks so long as it remained rigid for me. My body twisted around so that my cunt remained well within his reach and my face came close to his dick. Before I took it into my mouth I wanted to dispose of those panties, and to that end I started to push them down his powerful thighs. Tim objected. He didn't want them to go further than above his knees. Oh well.
I opened up wide and took his cock between my lips, easing it in bit by bit so my jaw muscles could get used to the stretch. His dick was like him, stocky, most of the weight up top, hairy, and strong, and when it entered my mouth the potent pulsing made my eyeballs spin around! I hardly noticed that my pussy went un-tended. He lay as limply as any virgin and let me foreplay him into ecstasy. His groans and the sudden jerky motions of his hips encouraged me to take more of him into my mouth. This was my forte. My cocksucking ability had, I suspected, prolonged my marriage by several years. A little more, relaxing the throat muscles, fighting back a gag, right, now another inch, moving back and forth to wet his cock down and make it all the more slippery. Tim groaned from way down deep when my mouth touched the base of his cock. His hands rested lightly on the back of my head while his hips labored to get more down my throat, but there was no more to go. I rested for a while, wishing I had a snorkel, and then I started the steady, wavy motion of cocksucking, keeping my lips tight about his hard flesh, drawing at the foreskin, and coming back down as soon as my lungs were full of air. I could keep that up all night. Once, for a bet, I had sucked my husband's cock for five hours straight, causing him to blow as many times. He paid me handsomely for that bout although I'd had as much fun as he'd had.
Tim began to shudder and his hands were gripping my hair forcefully. Clearly he wanted to blow his sperm into my mouth but my pussy wanted its share of the fun. I tried to pull away and he wrenched my head back into place. That was very unladylike of him! He was so strong that he really gave me no choice, and so I kept on dipping my mouth over his inflated dick and giving him a good time mainly at my expense. He must have decided to console me, however, because I felt something touch my cunt. Like an over-strung violin it thrilled through my whole body and made me suck all the harder, partly in gratitude now. He had a very unorthodox way of eating pussy, I thought, but it felt wonderful. His tongue licked the full length of my cunt, forcefully enough to part my labia and get right down to the inner parts, but instead of sticking his tongue deep into me the way I would have wanted, he maintained this repetitious motion. Up and down, hard, long strokes that made my clitoris twang and brought a great deal of juice down the chute. I licked and sucked just as hard. Now that I knew he only wanted to be blown it was easier to console myself, especially with his tongue doing such a nice job on my pussy. Something wet and cool was nuzzling my asshole for additional pleasure. Besides, there was always the next time to talk him into fucking me.
Those little, subtle climaxes bubbled up from my loins and made me lightheaded with pleasure. With new abandon I sucked on his rock-hard cock, loving it desperately, passionately! Tim was groaning loudly and his body seemed to be at the breaking point. How could he groan so loudly with his tongue busily licking me? The thought rose briefly from the red miasma of my mind, then sank away again as a honeyed orgasm blew up inside my belly and made me see stars. His cock was way down my throat and I was jerking him off with my epiglottis when he came. It seemed to start from his toes, that climax, building up force and speed on its way up, and as it did so he became more and more tense. His hands pulled at my hair painfully, holding me down on his dick, urging me on to do more, more, more! I tried simply because I was so grateful that he continued licking my cunt without missing a beat in spite of his mounting excitement. And then it came, the flood of salty, hot sperm whooshing down my gullet, straight into my belly. I sucked him dry, sucked him until his dick had shriveled away and only a little thick stump stood out from his balls. And still he licked!
"You're great with your tongue!" I praised him as I pulled away from his retired dick. "Really terrific, Tim."
"That wasn't me," he snorted. "I don't do stuff like that."
"What? Then who ...?" I turned around at at that moment everything fell into place. His goddamn dog! I should have known it couldn't be him!
Oh Jesus, eaten by a dog, where was I going to go next? Incest, bestiality, putting out for strangers, there wasn't much left for me to do. I pulled away and kicked the dog, then rushed into his bathroom and began washing my pussy with hot water and soap, cursing all the while. Tim didn't even see the humor in it. When I came out he had my dress held in front of him and paraded about near the mirror to get a good look at his dream boat. "Goddamn pervert!" I hissed, snatching the dress away from him. I was fully clothed in no time and ready to go. Tim said he didn't feel like driving, that if I wanted to go I could walk. I walked.
I didn't know how to feel about the whole episode. All I knew for sure was that I was as randy as a bitch in heat and that if I didn't get laid soon I'd be molesting my son again. The best thing for me to do was to get some advice. And the person best qualified to advise people on anything to do with sex was,Nelly. I found her sitting in the diner, having coffee by herself. She listened to me sympathetically.
"And you're horny right now," she said when I'd finished. "You want somebody, anybody, to help you over the top, is that right?"
"That's right," I said, shaking my head and sighing. "It's like I've got a red hot coal in my cunt, Nelly, it's driving me crazy!"
"Have you ever made it with a woman?" The question hovered in the air between us. Her blue eyes bored into mine and the tip of her tongue crept along her lips. She wanted me! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. There was lust in those eyes, as much, maybe more, as there had been in Tim's. But I would have to be crazy to ... or would I?
"No, I haven't," I said, playing dumb.
"Then come with me, darling, you're going to learn a few things." There was no decision to be made. Nelly got up and left, and I trailed along in her wake. She lived in a small apartment above the diner, a cozy place dominated by a bed. She told me to lie on it and not to make a move. My son, a stranger, a dog, and now a woman-it was only logical! This had to be the end of sanity, I thought, and if that's the case I'll have to go along with what follows. Nelly was taking off her clothes while I mulled over these new developments. Absently the contours of her body registered with me ... the full white breasts, the dark pink nipples, her flat belly, the narrow hips, the sudden outcrop of pubic hair between her strong thighs, her lean ass; I should have known she was a dyke by her shape. But I didn't think about it then, and now it was too late. She turned to face me, a smile playing about her lips. "Now you're going to find out what you've been missing," she said softly. "You'll never worry about men again when I'm through with you, Le-ona."
Wouldn't I? It was as though my mind was six hours behind my body. What had happened to the diner, to Tim? I felt vulnerable on Nelly's bed, I wanted to run away, but when I made a move to get up she raised a warning finger and told me not to move. I didn't know if I found her attractive or not. Her body was well put together but was it responsible for the heat and wetness of my pussy, or was that due to Tim's negligence? I stared up at the ceiling. The suspense was getting to be too much for me.
"Now then, baby, look at my body," she whispered as she lay on the bed beside me. "Don't move, don't touch, just look at me. See those tits? Big, aren't they? Haven't you dreamed of burying your face between a pair of tits? Men and women are raised on tits but only men get to enjoy them again. Women need tits too. Look at them, think how they'll feel against your face." I did as I was told and they did look very good to me. They rose and fell inches from my face, two billows of flesh that looked so soft and warm and comforting that I felt an irresistible impulse to nestle up between them for a nap. But she wouldn't let me touch her. There was more to be viewed first.
"Now check out my ass," she said, turning around so that her ass stared me in the face. "Think how good it'll be to squeeze those buns and to bite into them. Have you ever felt your own cheeks? They feel good, don't they? You've got a glorious ass, baby, but now multiply that sensation ten times and you'll know how good it is to love another woman's ass. And now for the piece de resistance: my pussy!" She bent forward and spread her legs so that her cunt bulged out at me, opening slowly to reveal the glistening pinkness within the hairy cover. I wanted to look the other way. Women didn't look at women! But she mesmerized me, I had to look, and look some more, and what I saw made my cunt throb like a powerful engine. Her inner lips looked florid and floral, pink petals spreading out to reveal the mysterious dark tunnel beneath, and as that widened so did her asshole. It was small, puckered, a mere satellite to the generous orifice expanding before my eyes. It drew me, beckoned me, made all sorts of rash promises to me, but when I started to go toward it Nelly straightened up and told me not to.
"Remain perfectly still. You know what you've got coming now, so don't be in a rush. Nelly is going to kiss it all better for you." Her voice lulled me back into a passive state, and when she began to kiss me I could hardly respond. Deft fingers undid my clothing and removed it piece by piece, I felt her breasts brush against mine briefly and my nipples tensed up at once, and wherever her flesh touched mine a thrilling shudder sprang up to add to my heavy excitement. She undressed me as though I was a child and I found myself trusting her more, becoming more willing to surrender to her. When I was naked she moved back a little way and just looked at me. The expression in her eyes made me feel proud and sexy. "Wow! That's some body. I always wondered what you looked like under that uniform but I never figured you'd be that good. That's the body of a teenager, not a mother with a teenage son!" she exclaimed.
"You're just saying that," I demurred.
"Let me convince you with action," said Nelly tensely. "Words won't do it, obviously." So saying she let the ends of her fingernails slide along my breasts and down my belly a way, skating along my skin so as to make me writhe in erotic ticklishness. Her legs straddled mine and her pussy hovered over my thighs now like a promise. I felt my eyes roll back and all of my nerves going to sleep as she overwhelmed me with her sybaritic sensuality. Her hands caressed me all over, giving equal attention to every part of me. That was fine for such areas as my neck and knees, but my genitals cried out for more. Slowly she gave it to me.
This was the appetizer. Light kisses, subtle caresses, all designed to evoke my passions but not to satisfy them. I was her victim and her pet, she toyed with me yet she did it with precision. I could appreciate her every move for its appropriateness yet every move took me by surprise. The feel of her lips drawing along my skin just between my thigh and the labia, the touch of her wet, abrasive tongue slithering around a nipple, the curious finger drawing circles around my breasts, and the sudden impassioned kiss on the mouth, all combined to shake me to my soles! There was no need for her to tell me to lie still. I couldn't move. I lay there like a corpse and let her do with me what she wanted to do.
At last her caresses became firmer and her kisses more forceful. She lay on her side, her body pressing against mine so I could feel the rough pubic hair against my thigh and her soft breasts against my arm. She had one arm around my waist and her face was drawn close to my left tit so that her tongue could reach out and lick the hard nipple with leisurely, yet insistent, motions. Fiery impulses were transmitted to my pussy from that nipple, little strokes of lightning that added to the conflagration down there. I yearned for her to go down on me. Never mind my tits, I felt like yelling, eat my cunt! But she was doing it her own way, softly insinuating herself into my life with her lovemaking, and I loved every second of it.
She switched to the right nipple. Her body was partly on top of mine now and I caught the pulsing rhythm of her loins as she ground her pussy into my pelvic bone. Instantly that bone became a sensitive receptor, picking up every fleshy, hairy, moist bit of contact, magnifying it, and sending it up to my brain to make me even dizzier with lust. I couldn't lie there any more, I had to participate! My arms wrapped themselves about her pulsating body and pulled it over on top of me. I shuffled under her to get my pubic bone against hers and as soon as it gnashed into me I let out a wail of pleasure. "Ooooohhh Nelly! You're too good, too good, I'm losing control! Get me off now, give it to me, give it all to me, oh Jesus, it's so nice!" The words came out in huffs and puffs. She had half my right tit in her mouth and sucked at the nipple as if to bring milk up. Her hard, tough body was in the grip of a powerful fucking motion that caused her pubic bone to bang into mine, hooking into my cunt flesh and flexing it against my clitoris to the point at which I could hardly stand it! "Yes, yessss!" I hissed, drawing her body closer to mine and pumping my hips back up at her, "That's good, that's good, OOOOOOHHHH NELLLIHEEEE! GODDAMN THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, YES, YES, HARDER, SUCK IT, FUCK ME, OH NO, NO, I CAN'T, I . . , I . . . AAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHH!!" It was as if a giant hand had picked me up and shaken the lust out of my body with one sharp flick. There was nothing left. I lay underneath her toiling body and slipped away into a reverie of bliss. She sensed that I couldn't appreciate her efforts for the time being, so she got off me and lay on the bed with both her hands between her legs, masturbating slowly, looking at me with a broad smile all over her face.
"And that's only the beginning" she told me huskily. "I'm not letting you out of this bed ever. You're beautiful. Leona, and I want to make love to every square inch of your gorgeous body."
I shuddered with a mixture of fear and joy. Her love slave? Why not? She had made me feel wonderful, she deserved me! But why should she have to do all the work? Without a word I moved over to where her hands were working steadily. I had to steel myself for the initial contact. Nothing in my past had prepared me for this moment, this confrontation with her wet pussy. Did I like it at all? I would never know if T didn't give it a try. She saw what I was doing and took away her hands. There it was, a hairy slit slightly parted, pink showing through the dark folds of skin. A tart scent drifted into my nostrils, making me catch my breath. I wasn't at all sure I liked it. But then I breathed in again and now the scent began to take on more body, a rich variety of subtle perfumes tantalized my senses, and in a moment I was down on her and sniffling up more.
"Oh baby!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Yes, go ahead! But don't feel obliged to pay me back or anything."
I shook my head and continued to press my face into that pillowy flesh, so neatly slit up the middle, so warm and wet and inviting. The perfume filled me with bliss, I couldn't get enough of it. And when the first droplets of her juices rolled down my tongue, past all those taste buds, I was a believer.
This was heaven! Eagerly I reached up to her cunt and pulled at her lips to open it right up. My tongue snaked into her open hole and reached in deep to get at the juices as they oozed from her inner walls. Nelly did her best to assist me. Her legs flailed about in the air, wide apart, and her hips bobbed up and down, horny and hot, ready to give as much as I could take. I no longer needed my hands to hold her open so I let go and reached for my own pussy. My body was alive with lust again, just as though Nelly hadn't yet taken care of my needs. Thick currents of passion coursed through my veins, egging me on to do more depraved things to her. Eating her cunt was no longer enough!
I let my face slip down and pushed my tongue hard against that little puckered asshole. She let out a hoarse cry in disbelief when that happened but I didn't give her a chance to recover from her surprise. My tongue dug in deep and my nose pushed into the soft, yielding flesh of her cunt until it was buried inside her. In that position I started to repay her for every last scrap of pleasure she'd given me.
Nelly had her feet touching the pillows behind her and her hands held on tightly to her thighs so I wouldn't be disturbed. She gasped now and then the way a dolphin expels air, and in between she moaned and came. My tongue was buried in the rings of her sphincters, licking at the smooth inner flesh, conveying the musky sweetness of her orifice, bringing us very close to each other. Just the fact that I was doing this to her brought me undone, and, helped along by my busy fingers, I came all over the place. So did Nelly. Neither of us made too big a fuss about it for fear of interrupting the other. We did it quietly, strenuously holding back our screams so that we almost burst our sides in the attempt. Eventually I shifted around to offer my pussy to her and she dug in with gusto.
From that moment on we were caught up in an orgasmic flux that had us coming and going and coming easily and delightfully. There was no need to apply technique or to worry about the other's satisfaction, all that came naturally. And finally the orgasms became so numerous and so mild that they could be ignored. There was just a lovely undercurrent of pleasure running through our relaxation. My mind drifted from one subject to the next, bobbing among memories that only nudged, never bit. But somehow it got hooked into recollections of the previous night, of James and his wonderful passion, his energy, his virility, and that's when I got out of step. Suddenly the orgasms swelled in size, they careened through my body, smacked against my insides, and made me pull my mouth away from Nelly's cunt just to be able to go on breathing. Nelly naturally stepped up her eating, pleased by my sudden passion, and off I went, yelling, screaming, writhing, carrying on like a maniac.
"MMMMMMM YESSSSSS, GOD IT FEELS GOOD, COME ON, COME ON, AAAAA-HHHHH YESSSSSS, EAT IT, SUCK IT DRY, OH NELLY, NELLY, NELLY, WOW, OOOHHHHHH AAAYYYEEEE!!" The screams resounded through the room, no more words, just noises emitted by my safety valve. James was on my mind, naked, smooth, hard, his hips bucking, his expression Pan-like. How I wanted him! I came once more, with bells and firecrackers and the works, and then it was over. My body couldn't take any more. My cunt hurt, my stomach muscles ached, my nipples were raw, and I just had no more energy left. Nelly knew it and let me go at once. She lit up cigarettes for the both of us and we lay there smoking quietly. I wondered why I had thought of James at the moment of my greatest satisfaction. Couldn't Nelly prevent me from going back to him?
That was a depressing thought. If large doses of sex couldn't cure incest, what could? I was too tired to think about it. Or rather, what energy I had left had to go into finding an excuse to leave Nelly's place. She didn't look so attractive to me anymore. And her lovemaking, proficient as she was, counted for no more than a Chinese meal. Already I felt the urge for cock, long, thick and hard, to shove away the last of my incestuous passion.
CHAPTER THREE
I was afraid to go home. James would be back from school, having his usual snack and watching television, bored as usual. I couldn't face him just yet. Like an aircraft returning to base, I had to drop my left-over bombs first. And since I didn't know where to do that, I decided to have a cup of coffee in the diner before making my next move".
It was quiet there. Julie was doing overtime and Jeff was behind the counter, but for the moment they outnumbered the customers. I made myself comfortable in one of the booths and lit up a cigarette while Julie made me a cup of coffee. I watched her speculatively, taking in her youthful shape under the uniform dress, her long legs, and those immense tits; it all looked attractive to me now that I'd had my first taste of womanly love. Not that I had any intention of making out with her. I'd rather give Jeff a tumble, that big ape with his bald head and the dirty apron tied around his big belly.
"You look depressed," I told Julie when she sat down opposite me with her own coffee. "Hasn't your old man been treating you right?"
"He's not treating me at all," she sighed. "In fact, he's gone. I got the news this afternoon. He said he was sick of this town, but I know he was really sick of me. Still, I don't care. He wasn't good at anything."
"You're taking it very calmly," I said.
"Well, I might have been really upset except for this guy I met the other day. Oh Leona, he's a dream! A real gentleman and he knows how to please a woman as well! Usually guys are one or the other, right, but this one, oh!" She shuddered and gave herself a tight hug. "His name is Bob, you've seen him in here, a tall man with curly brown hair and a moustache."
"That Bob? Oh, he's terrific!" I enthused. "When did he take you out?"
"Last night, actually," she said sheepishly. "I guess that's why Nick left me. Oh well, easy come, easy go. But Bob's the real thing, Leona, I would never cheat on him. You know something?" She leaned toward me and dropped her voice to a whisper. "He's got a cock ten inches long!"
"Ah, get out of here!" I said unbelievingly. "It might feel that big but I'll bet it isn't."
"How much do you want to bet?"
"No, no, I'll take your word for it. What's the time-oh Jesus. I'm late already, got to go! I'll see you in the morning, Julie."
"Okay, bye!"
I knew where Bob worked and where he lived. It was a dirty trick to pull on Julie but it would teach her not to be such a blabbermouth. I hadn't ever taken Bob seriously precisely because he was such a gentleman, soft-spoken, courteous, always ready with a smile. But Julie had shed new light on him. When I reached the hardware store where he was manager, I made no bones about my intentions. I hadn't come for nuts and bolts, only screws.
"Hello, Bob, are you doing anything after work?" I began. He turned slightly red at my abruptness but recovered quickly.
"I was thinking of taking a little drive," he replied. "Why, do you feel like coming along?"
"How long will it be before you leave?"
"Uh . . . Steve, take over the store, would you? Let's go." He ushered me out of the place and into his convertible. I was Overjoyed. Never in my life had I felt so bold, so capable of getting exactly what I wanted. Julie would hate me for this if she ever found out but for the moment that didn't matter to me. Ten inches! Just what the doctor had ordered.
He drove the car out of the town and into the wooded regions surrounding the lake. It was summer and a lot of tourists cluttered the district in camp grounds and caravan parks; they were hiking and cycling and generally getting in the way. But Bob knew the area like the back of his hand. He found a small trail that ran from the main road to the edge of the lake, a small clearing where there once had been a boat ramp. He switched the ignition off and suddenly it was very quiet, very idyllic, and we were alone together.
"This may seem like a silly question," he said, facing me, "but what's behind all this?"
"How do you mean?" I asked in order to stall for time.
"Well, I've been coming to the diner for a long time and you haven't ever taken much of an interest in me. Yet suddenly you can't wait for me to lock up the store."
"It's crazy, isn't it? I was just passing the store and I caught a glimpse of you, and all of a sudden I knew I had to have you. I'm too impulsive, I think."
"Not at all," he said. He was relaxed now that he thought he knew the whole story. "It's very charming." He put his arm about my shoulders and I leaned into him with a sigh of contentment. The aches and pains of the various parts of my bodies were displaced by a throbbing lust. I could see that ten-inch cock in my mind's eye, towering proudly, plunging into my over-sensitive cunt and hitting bottom! I shivered and wrapped myself around him tightly. Bob was tall and lean, and he smelled reassuringly of after-shave lotion and the dry cleaner. He raised my face with one hand and pressed a kiss upon my lips. It was a fine beginning but I had to hold back from forcing the pace. I wanted him so much! My cunt seemed to be opening and closing with sheer lust, my nipples were painfully hard, and the palms of my hands were itching to get hold of his stallion cock. Ten inches!
His hands started to caress me softly, slowly, and he whispered how he had often wondered how it would be to make love to me. "Ever since you started work at Jeff's," he said, "you've been on my mind. But you always seemed so aloof and self-sufficient. I'm really glad you had that glimpse."
"So am I. Make love to me, Bob, I want you so much!"
"Let's not rush it." He kissed me and felt me up like a high-school senior, cautious, careful not to offend me, and all the while I screamed silently for him to fuck me! I played along with him as best I could and even kept my hands away from his cock until the moment called for boldness. All this abstinence caused my fleshly appetites to soar! His kisses made me quail with desire and every part of me that was touched by his hands seemed to glow with sudden heat. At last he started to unbutton me and I chose that moment to place my hand on his thigh, as close to his cock as I dared to go. He didn't move away nor did he move toward it. He just kept undoing the buttons and zippers, patient, kissing my neck and ears, saying nice things, and I wanted to tell him that the time for foreplay was over, that I was seething!
I was undressed right down to my panties. It felt weird to be almost naked in his open-topped convertible, right in the open with the trees and the sky looking down on me. What if there were peeping Toms in the woods? They'd be welcome. It made me feel wildly sexy to be exposed so, and when I saw that he wanted to leave my panties on for a bit longer I ignored the boundaries of good taste and took them off myself. "This is wonderful!" I cried, standing up in the car and looking all around. "I've never been naked outdoors before, Bob, and it's like the wind is making love to me!"
"It's an experience, isn't it?" he agreed. In the spirit of the moment he took off his own clothes, and nature had to play second fiddle for the time being while I waited with bated breath for his. fabled cock to emerge. Shirt, pants, socks, undershirt, everything but his briefs. The bulge was big but not as big as I had expected. Could any man be that well hung? No, it was all balls. But then he stepped out of the car and took off the final garment, and there, right before my eyes, dangled a cock the size of a forearm!
"Holy shit!" I breathed. My knees turned to rubber and I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head. "She wasn't lying!"
"What's that?" He looked at me rather self-consciously. "It's not too big, is it? So many women complain about it."
"You're joking. Oh baby, I'll never complain!" I flung myself at him and landed on my knees at his feet, my face within easy reach of his marvelous cock. Bob leaned back against the car and watched me silently as I expressed my admiration. A smile of satisfaction played about his lips and his cock became perfectly hard when my fingers ran over his hard meat and my face brushed against his balls. He liked that kind of treatment. Well, so did L providing the male party knew when to stop.
I would have to trust Julie's opinion of him. My tongue wrapped itself about his glans, wetting it down before my mouth opened wide and slid down, down, down over his throbbing poker. I clung to his muscular buttocks during the descent and felt them tighten more the further down I went. "Ooohhh baby!" he sighed. "That feels great!"
It did indeed. The inches slipped by my lips and down my throat, six inches, seven, eight ... I couldn't get past that for a while but I wanted to so desperately that I forced the pace and brought number nine home. Just an inch to go! The faint touch of pubic hair against the tip of my nose egged me on. I withdrew briefly, took in a deep breath of air, relaxed my throat muscles as best I could, and then flung myself forward so that his cock lodged right inside my gullet and stuck there. My lips were against his pubic bush, all of him was in me, and I dug my nails into his ass with a kind of vicious joy. He wouldn't forget me too soon. I gave his cock a workout from the hilt back up to the glans, and Bob remained in the leaning position, groaning to himself, his loins restless. He seemed to be happy to stay like that and I began to wonder how I could induce him to go a bit further. But just as I was ready to say it out loud, he took my shoulders and gently raised me until we were face to face and his wet, big cock throbbed against my belly. "How would you like it?" he asked me. "From behind, on the grass, or in the back seat?"
"Oh Bob!" I shivered and almost came right on the spot. "What a choice! Do it just how you want it, that's what I want."
"Okay, you asked for it." He spun me around so that I faced the car and automatically I draped myself over the side. It wasn't too comfortable but all I could take seriously was that dick of his, so hard and big, pointing right at my cunt. He stood behind me and rested both his hands on my ass. His thumbs were almost inside the split between my cheeks and as his knob moved into position he started to pull at my flesh to open my cunt wide. I closed my eyes and shivered again as the cool air hit the inside of my cunt for a second. Then his knob pushed into that little pit and plugged up the hole but good. He felt bigger than he looked. His knob pushed my cunt flesh aside and barged in a little way, only to be trapped by the noose of muscle in there. Patiently he drew back and had another stab at it. Now that my juices were flowing and being distributed more evenly they washed about his knob and my entrance, and suddenly it was no trick to get in any more. A couple of short jabs and my cunt opened up to him like a girl's mouth opens to sweets.
"AAAUUUGGHHHH!" I quavered as the mighty weapon pushed its way up me. There seemed to be no stop to it! On and on it drove, a phalanx of rockhard flesh invading my cunt and stretching it beyond the point of pleasure. Knowing how self-conscious he was about his size I bit my finger to stop myself from crying out any more, and suffered in silence while more and more entered me. I felt as though I was being disemboweled! His impaling monster crawled into my cunt and seemed to be en route to my throat for a reverse blow job. I wanted to cry out desperately if only to get a short break from the pain of it all, but Bob was enjoying himself too much. The Roto-rooter man, I thought with bitter irony. What had made me think that I could take on so much manhood?
He touched bottom and there was a moment of peace. All I felt for that moment was a vague discomfort, the way you feel when there's a turd trapped just behind the sphincters. I only needed that one moment to adjust apparently, because when he moved back a few inches there was no more pain, only an eruption of delight! I couldn't get over it! He shoved it up me again and still it felt grand. Only around the edges of this new joy was there any pain but it acted as a frame to a beautiful picture, containing and defining it. "Yes, that's good!" I heard myself pant. "Oh God that's good! Yes, Bob, give it all to me! I love it, I love it!"
"It doesn't hurt you?" he asked with obvious relief.
"Not anymore!" I cried. "You're my kind of size!" That really loosened him up. No more tentative prodding for my new lover, no more dillydallying, he let loose with a barrage of thrusts that had me crying out in ecstasy and wonder. Great long strokes brought his knob thudding against my womb, his hands held my cheeks wide apart and his pubic bush bashed against my asshole. And all I could do was hang over the side of the car and express my bliss in short, hoarse cries.
After the first battering, he slowed down and started to make love to me in various ways. His cock slipped into overdrive, nice regular strokes that kept my pussy on the boil. One hand reached out and covered my left tit which he began to squeeze in harmony with his rod, the other hand caressed my ass and soon concentrated on my asshole. That did it. The moment he touched me there I began to come all over the place. I did it quietly and without fuss because I didn't want him to think he had taken care of all my needs yet. He had, but why stop him in the middle of his routine? His finger rotated about the periphery of my asshole and I could feel those little muscles dilating lustfully at the approach of an intruder. Anal lust, it was something I had never been at ease with but it was impossible to deny it. Any notion of his immense cock going up there would have terrified me at that moment, but I was more than ready to accommodate a finger or two.
His cock was merely idling when he pushed his index finger up my ass. It slipped in, in spite of my tightness, and once it was in me there was no getting it out. My asshole closed around it with all the energy of a Venus flytrap. Bob seemed to enjoy the sight of his finger up my ass because he kept saying to himself: "Look at that! Wow!" and moving his finger to and fro in there. At this point the side of the car began to cause me real pain and he had to stop while I fixed myself a comfortable spot by stuffing folded articles of clothing between my chest and the door. I folded my arms over the headrests of the driver's seat and told him to go ahead. At once his finger started a new motion, stirring my asshole up as it were and pulling into all directions. He was loosening me up for the introduction of another finger, and in the meantime his cock kept jabbing at the entrance to my womb. He didn't withdraw but kept trying to drive his knob in deeper, much to my delight. And that other hand made my tits feel loved, too. Everything was on edge, simmering, seething, hot, hard, and juicy, and he continued to make love to me as though I was a fine and complicated instrument. There wasn't a zone he overlooked. But, like all good lovers, he concentrated on the most sensitive ones.
Two fingers were up my asshole, digging into my flesh and pulling it up so that my cunt stretched tautly about his cock. I noticed that he was spreading some of the vaginal juices around the sphincters, but that only made it nicer for his fingers to be fucking me there. I felt a deep contentment leavened with sharp, flashing orgasms, and the last of that urgent lust was being eaten away in big bites. At one point I gave myself the James Test. I thought of my son in the most erotic position and there wasn't the slightest reaction!
"Oh Bob!" I moaned deliriously. "You're the greatest! No one's ever made me feel so beautiful! Fuck me some more now, just give me more of your big cock and I'll be satisfied!"
"In a minute," he said in a low whisper. My asshole was several times its normal size thanks to his steady manipulation, and it was glowing with pleasure. He made me feel incredibly sexy by touching me there and fucking me at the same time. But I was far from prepared for his next move. His cock suddenly backed out of my cunt and that big, weighty knob pressed into a vacated asshole. Oh no! James I could manage, but Bob was a full-grown adult and then some!
"No, no please!" I pleaded. "You're too big for that, Bob, no. later perhaps, or with some vaseline, but not like this!"
"I want it so much!" he said hoarsely.
"You really can't wait?" I owed him a lot, after all.
"I really can't." I bent further forward and grabbed hold of whatever was in reach, clenching my fists and teeth, growing tense all over. That thick knob pushed and pushed but made no headway. My asshole had clenched shut, too. I wanted to please him and repay him for all his erotic favors but pain was pain, and it scared me. His fingers dipped into my pussy again and again, smearing the juices along my sphincters and widening my orifice as best he could. It had an effect in the end. To my surprise I felt my anal muscles stretch groaningly, and then his thick knob eased a little way into my body. His breathing became sharp and fast and the motion of his hips more insistent, as he threw his body's weight into every thrust. He wanted to get in there so badly that I felt guilty for being tight. All of a sudden his glans moved in a little further up me, the awning of flesh lodging behind my sphincters. Now there was no getting him out and the pain was tremendous!
"Oh no, no, this is too much!" I whimpered. I shifted about on my feet to try and make it easier on myself but there was nothing to be done. His glans was inside and the rest was following inch by inch. In comparison his first entry had been as easy as slipping in the mud! He had me feeling like a slab of meat, draped over the side of his car and getting that big dong driven up my ass that way, and the further he got up me the worse the pain became. I had to fight back the tears. Even his manifest pleasure didn't console me. While he gasped and muttered his appreciation, I bit my lip and clenched my fists so hard that the blood welled up in my palms.
The pain reached a level of intensity at which it just couldn't go any further. My ass went numb. I didn't care anymore what he did to me, as long as he hurried up and got it over with. But then I learned a lesson which I'd already mastered long ago in cocksucking: once you give up worrying the body is able to adapt! Half his dick was. up my ass when I stopped caring, and right away my sphincters loosened up, some moisture began to be secreted around his invading cock and then, like a warp in my sexuality, the pain doubled back on itself and turned into pure pleasure!
I couldn't get over it! The searing, throbbing pain became searing, throbbing thrills. In an instant my pussy went from being arid to dripping wet, my nipples and clitoris stood up, and the rest of my body sprang back to life to hum and shake in tune with his lovemaking. Bob noticed the change because he began to fuck me with longer, more determined strokes, driving his cock so deep up my ass that it almost pushed my spine out of its mooring. A deep greed overtook me and my feet shuffled further apart and my ass cocked itself up at him for more of that delicious shaft. He gave me all ten inches of it, good and hard, and suddenly pussy-fucking seemed rather tame to me. One of his hands had a grip on my cunt, anyway, and busily titillated my clitoris while his mighty cock sank into my ass and drilled for oil. He was fucking me at full speed, and the friction between his cock and my ass rubbed me up exactly the right way.
"UNH! AH!AH!AH! HOLY SHIT, HUN, HUN!!" he went behind me, banging his dick up me at full pelt. "WOW, SSSSSSSSSSS-UNH" His sound effects were driving me crazy. My body felt as though it was full of live eels, all of them looking for a way out. His cock was digging a hole for them. And suddenly, as though something had switched on the flushing machinery, everything drained out of my body in one mad rush! I heard myself scream from a long distance away and then everything went woozy and I went limp. He kept on fucking me, still tense and excited, close to blowing, but for me the party was over. All I could do was lie over the side of his car and wait for him to finish. At last the douche of sperm broke loose in my ass. a soothing balm, and then he came to a slow halt.
He lay on top of me and his heavy breathing was all I could hear. But when he recovered I became aware of the forest's sounds again, the birds and the wind, the lapping of the waves. What if someone had been watching? As soon as he got off me I looked all around but no one was visible among the shady trees. I got dressed quickly and hopped into the car. Bob had jumped into the lake for a quick dip and took his time toweling down. He kept grinning at me and I wondered why. He'd had his and I'd had mine. All that remained for him to do was to drive me home and to keep quiet about this tryst. Poor Julie, I thought, I shouldn't have done this to her. Then again, I felt so free and in tune that I couldn't regret my bold move.
"When can I see you again?" he asked when he was dressed and back behind the wheel. He lit two cigarettes and leaned back to await my answer. I was surprised that he would ask me such a thing.
"Well.. . what about Julie?" I asked.
"Julie? Oh, I see, you think she has a monopoly on me. Listen, Leona, I'm thirty-five, I've got kids, I'm divorced, and I've seen a lot of the world, so why should I still be forced to act like a teenager? If you want to sleep with me, I'll be delighted. But don't think I won't go to bed with other women in between. So . . . when do we meet again?"
I was impressed with his candor and his logic, but at the same time I realized that if I wanted to see a lot more of him, I would have to be more than logical. "You want everything to be free and easy," I shrugged, "so I might as well be honest with you. My schedule is fairly heavy and I can't say ahead of time when I'll be free. But I'll call you, okay?" His face darkened slightly but he kept it straight. He took my number and started the car. Just to be sure he didn't think I was too uninterested, I rested my hand on his shoulder and said: "But you also have to know that you're the best, Bob, the finest lover of them all."
"Really?" He grinned widely on hearing that and revealed a side of himself that he'd tried to keep hidden before. He was childishly pleased to hear that he'd made such an impression on me, and I knew we were on the way to something more than casual fucking. But that was all I gave him that day. He drove me back to the motel and we took leave of each other like old buddies.
Outside the door I straightened my clothes and glanced into the window glass to see that my hair wasn't a mess, then I walked into the gloomy room where my son sat before the television. No lights were on, the curtains were drawn, and it took me a few moments to notice what he was doing. He had his pants around his ankles and a stiff cock in his clenched fist, masturbating idly over the picture on television. When I came in he didn't look up nor did he say anything, but when he found himself being ignored he changed his tactic.
"Hey, Ma, look what I got," he said, getting to his feet and walking awkwardly toward me. His pants dragged along the floor and the boyish cock (after Bob's) made him look kind of silly. I told him to pull his pants up and to grow up. "What's the matter?" he asked with obvious surprise. "Aren't we friends anymore? I really enjoyed what we did last night, Ma, can't we do it again? Please? Just once?"
"I told you, James, no more," I said firmly. He couldn't take no for an answer, he insisted, whined, pleaded, threatened, begged, and at last I settled for a compromise solution. "Okay, I'll do it for you, but you have to promise not to do this to me again," I said. He was ready to promise me anything just as long as I took care of his hard cock. I made him sit down again and kneeled beside him to get a good grip on his cock. He didn't last long. I jerked him off so that his foreskin rubbed against the lower section of his glans, and a minute or so later the sperm squirted out of his cock to land on my hand. I wiped it off and crashed down on the bed. What a day! I must have been frantic to embark on such a sexpedition! Still, it had been worth it. My mind was fixed on Bob, not my son. If only my son could find someone to replace me.
CHAPTER FOUR
The alarm clock woke us up with a jolt. James got to it first and banged the plunger down with an angry blow. Silence reigned again in our stuffy motel room. Sleepily I realized that there were only five minutes before it would be imperative to get up, and to make the best of it I turned over on my side and closed my eyes for a few more winks. My son came nearer to me, pressing the front of his body against my back, and the hardness against my ass was unmistakably an erection. He wrapped his arms about me so that his hands were on my tits and if I hadn't been so tired I would have pushed him away. But all I wanted was a moment's rest, just enough to prepare myself for the long day ahead.
James took advantage of that moment to insinuate himself even further. His cock was pushing insistently against my nightie, right near my asshole, and his hands were mauling my tits boldly. "Once more, Ma," I heard him whisper, "and then I won't ever ask again. I feel so horny and sexy and you're so pretty, come on, Ma, once more?" I shook my head and he pretended not to notice. "Don't you love me anymore, Ma?" he asked, changing his tactics without interrupting his foreplay. "What have I done? I love you, that's for sure." "It's not that and you know it," I muttered.
"Then let's do it once more, only once and I'll never ask again." His pushing had eased my nightie up around my ass and I could feel his hard, hot knob press in between the cheeks now. How tempting it was! But I couldn't weaken, not after laying down the law last night! He would think I was a pushover. He probably thought so already. A new wave of weariness flooded through me, bone weariness mixed with a sense of luxury and warmth, four more minutes all to myself and then ... work. But not yet! How I wanted to wallow in bed for the rest of my life, just me and James all alone, no one to worry us or provide taboos for us, him and me. I did want him, there was no denying it. My mood was right, my body was lazily sensual, and the time could be stretched to fit him in. Why not? Being strict was all very well but a human could afford to be mortal now and then. Let him, I told myself. His cock was so hard and my pussy so wet, it seemed a shame not to put them together.
"No, honey, leave your mother alone," I mumbled with the last of my strength. He must have heard the undertone of welcome in my voice because his hands left my tits only to hoist my nightie right up over my ass, and further until I had to lift my arms to let him take it off me. "Please, James, don't do it!" I pleaded, but already my pussy throbbed with lust and my nipples poked out like bullets. My little boy was growing up fast. He already knew when 'no' meant 'yes'.
He stayed behind me, fondling my tits and rubbing his cock against my ass. Now that there was no turning back I went along with his caresses and right away my temperature rose dizzyingly. Memories of what his rapid, stabbing cock could do to my system flooded my mind and dripped out from between my cunt lips. When I moved abruptly at one point those lips smacked obscenely and at once one of his hands came down and squeezed that fur ball hard. "Mmmmmmmmm, juicy!" I heard him say to himself. A real little adult! Before I'd recovered from the shock of that he had another in store for me. His body slipped down and, saying that he wanted to see what it looked like in the light of day, he rolled me over on my back and pulled my thighs apart to gaze right into my cunt.
"James!" I cried. "What the hell is this! I'm your mother, you know!" That sounded very lame and he totally ignored me. His face shone with happiness as he drank in the sight of my hairy cunt at his leisure, and after a little while I started to feel the same pleasure. He loved my cunt the way a man ought to, and the flattery was immediately translated into horniness. I couldn't control it any longer. While my boy gazed deep between my lips I started to pulse my box up at him, tempting him, drawing him closer. His face seemed to be drawn to my cunt, inch by inch, reluctant at first but then the fragrance got to him and the last few inches were covered in a rush. His face pushed down into my cunt, nudging my lips out of the way and the next thing I knew he was slurping up my juices with commendable passion. "Oh James!" I cried, but there was no reproof in my voice this time, just approval. "Oh, I love it, I love it! But you really shouldn't!"
Like all good boys he knew better than to talk with his mouth full. He was clumsy at first, just rubbing his face around in the wet folds of flesh, but slowly, instinctively, his tongue went into action. Somehow it found my clitoris and worked it over thoroughly, but then he discovered my cunt hole and once he got his tongue up that there was no getting him away from it! This boy was a cunt freak! He ate and drank it, licked it, kissed it, tried to look into the dark tunnel, and all the while his cock rubbed up and down against my calves, horny and eager like the rest of him.
His pussy munching was eroding the last vestiges of my sanity. I sighed and moaned, and now and then my body stretched luxuriously, as if the pleasures had to be distributed more evenly throughout. At one point I caught sight of the alarm clock and noticed that I was already five minutes late in getting up. James had just found his stride. His tongue was deep inside my cunt, lolling and pulsing, and the feeling was too grand to even consider putting an end to it. His hands worked around and about my cunt, playing with the hairs, squeezing the labia, or just pushing my thighs further apart. It was a wonderful sight to see my son growing up right between my legs.
He licked me into such a state that I reached the heights, the point at which I knew I had to be fucked, at once! "Honey, please, do it to Mama!" I moaned, twisting uncomfortably as streams of desire radiated from my pussy to every part of my body. "Don't wait another moment, I want you so much! Please, baby, please, do it now!" He shook his head and kept eating. His tongue no longer gave me pleasure, only aggravation. "James, listen to me, it's time to make love! Come on, you can have the rest later." Nothing could get him away from my twat. I tried every approach, even promised he could have me again if only he would mount me. But the stubborn devil only dug in deeper and sucked my juices down his throat. I had to be at work in fifteen minutes, there was just time for a good one if I didn't have a shower. If only he would get on with it!
It became clear that James was too fixated to budge. In that case he would have to be budged. While he wasn't looking I grabbed him by the shoulders and quickly twisted him over on his back. His tongue was still sticking out when he landed and he was too astonished to move. That suited me just fine. In one smooth motion I was on top of him, my ass straddled his loins, and with one hand I reached back to grab hold of his stiff cock and guide it into my quaking, drooling cunt. It was in before he could protest and when he did open his mouth I quickly kissed him. His face and spit tasted of cunt, earthy, tangy, delicious, just like Nelly's cunt had tasted the day before. No wonder I'd had to drag him off it! We kissed deeply and my tongue roamed through his mouth to pick up more sap. His cock had slipped right up without resistance. I was too wet, my cunt too greedy, and he was too hard to allow any difficulties. James lay still, his arms around my neck, and he concentrated on kissing me while my cunt moved up and down along his cock and contracted to get a good grip on it.
He let this go on for some time, kissing hard, keeping his cock right on target, but suddenly, when I least expected it, he grabbed hold of my ass with one hand and held it still, and the other hand pushed my legs on top of his. Then he rolled us both over, forced his knees between my legs, and started to fuck me with long, thumping strokes that threatened to drive me through the bed! "Oooooo-ohhh Jaaaaaaaaa-mes!" I squealed, feeling like a schoolgirl who's seeing the woodman's cock for the first time. "Oooohhh baaaaa-by!" His hands were under my ass, digging into the flesh, and my hands rested on his contracting buns to feel the power with which he drove his cock into me. Moisture spurted out of my cunt with a forceful down-stroke, obscene sounds came from deep within, and my boy was hunched over me like a bull in the spring pastures. God, how he was loving me! My head turned from side to side and I noticed that I was late for work already. Fuck work! "And fuck me, James!" I whimpered, submitting my body to his terrible lust.
Once again he demolished me with his boyish vigor and incontinence. There was just no stopping him, and now that he'd had a few brushes with sex the edge had been taken off his lust. He no longer sprinted for the finish. He fucked for the sake of fucking, relishing every stroke and listening to my moans. I sang for him that morning, crooned, caroled and with my every change of mood he changed the pace a little. He was growing up so fast! He even stopped dead when his balls threatened to explode, and while he let his passion subside he fondled my tits, kissed my face and neck, and reached down to my sopping wet pussy to work a finger round and round my clitoris!
"Oh my darling!" I moaned, wrapping myself about his taut body. "You make me feel so wonderful! Kiss me again!" Mouth wide open, tongue searching, entwining, exchanging spit, his cock started its powerful motion again, slurping, sloshing, driving deeper, his pubic bone bashed against mine and my clitoris bore the full brunt of it. Yes, he was the best, the very best . . . bar Bob. The memory of Bob cooled me down all of a sudden. What was I doing fucking my son when a real man was at my disposal? Quickly I tightened my cunt muscles so that they gripped his cock and applied real pressure. And right away James started to lose his timing and finesse. His body jerked in all directions, he began to huff and puff, sweat droplets showered my face, and he produced strange, guttural sounds as his whole body cramped to squeeze out a gush of cream. It hit me right in the belly and slowly dripped down the inner walls of my cunt with a sensual, syrupy sensation while he came to a slow, jerky stop.
"That was very nice, James," I said in my normal tone of voice. I could see he was about to get emotional and I didn't want to hear him commit himself to me. A plan was forming in the back of my mind, a plan as simple as it was beautiful. Julie and James, Bob and me... why not?
"Oh God, look at the time!" I cried, pushing him off me and jumping out of bed. "Jeff's going to have my head for this! Quick, darling, get my uniform ready while I take a shower."
James looked like he was suffering from culture shock but he got into action anyway, and I dove under the shower to wash away the sweat of love-making. I wanted to be as fresh as a daisy in case Bob came in again. Five minutes later I was running down the road to get to the diner. Jeff was pissed but that was nothing unusual. The place was full. I swung into the routine without stopping to catch my breath. Nelly threw me a quick wink, Julie raised her hand in a greeting, but that was all we had time for. Men were clamoring for food, coffee, right away!
The time flew by and suddenly breakfast was over. A few unemployed men took their time over the coffee and cigarettes, they sat in the sun and looked through newspapers. The others were on their way to making another buck. The human lot, I reflected, was a sorry one. For forty hours a week of soul-sacrificing, a man gets to sleep in peace and an allowance of free time which he can squander. The only people who were free all the time were the ones without the money to enjoy it. Still, everyone thought that was part of nature so they rarely questioned it.
"What's the matter with you?" Nelly asked. "You look like you've got the world on your shoulders."
"I have but I'll trade it for a cup of coffee," I grinned. Julie heard me and brought me a cup, and her generosity made me feel all the more guilty. Here I was planning my coup and she was being nice to me! How innocent she was. With her big eyes sparkling she told Nelly about Bob and how well hung he was. I could see a calculating expression come over the blonde waitress's face. Nelly liked to burn the candle at both ends, then. I would have to move quickly if I wanted Bob all to myself.
"Hey, Julie, how would you like to come to my place after work?" I asked while Nellie was out of earshot for a moment. "You can meet my son and have a bite to eat with us."
"Oh ... yes, sure, that'd be fun," she said, obviously confused by my offer. Why should she want to meet my son, after all? But for the time being I only wanted her to come, from there on it would be easier. We got to work on the dirty tables and the day passed rapidly once all the customers came back for lunch. Bob, however, didn't show up. That was a disappointment and a relief. He could have talked Julie into going with him instead of keeping her date with me; but I did want to see his handsome face again.
At two in the afternoon Julie walked with me to the motel. James was in front of the TV but he was reading a book at the same time. When we walked in he didn't bother to look up. The boy was getting surly lately. "James, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Julie, Julie, this is my son James."
"Hi," she said, going over to him and extending her hand. "My, he's such a handsome boy, Leona, he looks just like you!"
James said nothing. His sullen expression vanished when he saw the beautiful big-eyed waitress, and his mouth fell open and he couldn't stop looking at her. As for Julie, she treated James like a boy. He was only fifteen and in the company of his mother, so how else could she act? The fact that she found him handsome was all the encouragement I needed, however, and I made sure the two of them sat together on the sofa when I served coffee.
The conversation began as shop talk but I soon steered it to sex. "I'm worried about this boy of mine," I said jocularly, "and all that he knows and doesn't know. It's so hard to explain the facts of life, don't you think?"
"No, I think that would be easy!" she exclaimed, looking at James. "He looks like a very intelligent, very mature boy to me, and besides that he probably knows more than his mother already." We laughed at that but James looked puzzled. I had explained sex to him years ago, and for the past few days I had illustrated the lessons as graphically as it could be done. He wanted to know what my game was. I winked at him covertly and hoped he'd be smart enough to play along.
"I'd like to see you try it," I challenged her.
"What? Oh no, that's the mother's job, not mine!" she laughed.
"You see, you balked right away."
"No, no I won't cop out, if you want me to do it, TO do it." She took a deep breath and turned to face my son. He looked her in the eyes with a deadpan expression that indicated to me that he'd caught on to my game. "Now let's see, you're a boy and I'm a girl ..." She paused, red-faced, short of breath, "Wow! this is hard! If I had pen and paper I could do drawings for him, Leona."
"Use whatever methods you like," I said. I drew the curtains. It was grey and gusty outside anyway, an unattractive day, and when T turned on the lights it became much cozier. A little soft music couldn't do any harm. Then I sat down again opposite them and watched as Julie tried to find the right words. James sat with one leg on the sofa, the other stretched out so that his cock bulged plainly in his pants. Julie wasn't unaware of it, either. "Look, that thing there makes you a boy," she said, pointing with her finger awfully close to that tempting bulge. Just looking at it made me feel squirmy. "And because I don't have one, I'm a girl. Now when people make love they both get undressed and the boy puts his thing where she doesn't have one.
"You mean there's nothing between your legs?" asked James.
"Sure there is, but where yours goes out mine goes in."
"I don't understand that," he said earnestly. He was playing his part to perfection and I almost clapped my hands at his performance. Julie looked at me helplessly and I nodded at her to say she could show him if that was all she could do.
"Okay, TCI show you. Take your thing out." He did that at once and Julie was visibly impressed with the size and hardness of his cock. When it came to her turn to show it she did so with alacrity. Her hands were far from steady and it gave her some trouble to pull up her dress and pull down her panties. James said he couldn't see because her panties were still in the way. "Okay, I'll take them right off... are you sure you don't mind, Leona?"
"Not in the least. You're doing a far better job than I could have done," I said.
"Tell me when to stop, then," she said, hastily shimmying out of her panties. "Oh my goodness, it's so hot in here! Now, James, look closely, see how it opens? That's where you put your thing, your wonderful thing, oh dear, I have to touch it, it's such a lovely cock, so smooth and pink and everything. Leona, do you think I could show him a thing or two about the way people make love?"
"I want him to know everything," I said gravely. James was a quiver with excitement at this point. He managed to get his pants off before Julie could get back to him and then he sat perfectly still, dressed only in a T-shirt and sneakers, waiting for her to show him what he knew only too well. It was a tremendous relief for me to see him take an interest in another woman, and yet it also made me a little jealous. Julie was so young and blonde and big-titted, no wonder he preferred her to me. But I was aware of being silly. Besides, to watch those two beautiful people at play was making me too horny to think about much else but the sweaty sensation between my legs. My clothes felt too tight, the room was like a sauna, and since they were so busy with each other I figured it wouldn't hurt for me to slip out of something uncomfortable.
When, I was completely naked I sank back down into the chair and watched Julie go down on my son reverently. That girl loved to suck cock! The moment his quivering tip touched her lips she turned a bright red and gasped with lust. Then her mouth opened wide and his cock disappeared in her face in one quick, smooth motion. Her lips contracted around the hilt of his dick and moved up slowly, right to the tip of his knob, before going back down again. She repeated this motion several times and my son was losing his cool completely. He couldn't withstand the things she did to him, but then I doubted if a veteran married man could have either. The hectic flush on his face told me he was going to blow soon. I felt as though I'd be joining him. My body shuddered inwardly and I couldn't keep my hands away from my needy pussy. James lay back on the couch; his eyes were closed and he breathed through his open mouth, his arms were dangling by his side, only his cock hadn't gone limp. Julie sucked his dick with such vigor that I began to imagine her sucking my pussy in the same way. That set off a chain reaction of tiny orgasms which wore away the last of my restraint. My eyes stayed riveted on them and my hands dug into my cunt, greedy, brutal, rubbing and pulling at flesh in a desperate bid to keep up with them.
James couldn't take it any longer. His body arched sharply and he let out a long moan, a grunt, and Julie's cheeks suddenly billowed with his load of cream. Some of it seeped through her lips and ran down her chin. She made sure that not a drop was wasted. How she loved cream! I couldn't get over the expression on her face as she licked it all up. She looked at least as happy as my son.
"You must think I'm awful." she said to me when his cock had been cleaned from top to bottom. But then she saw me sitting on the chair, my legs drawn up and dangling over both armrests, two hands groping about in my pussy, and the sense of the situation dawned on her. "Wait a minute, you wanted this to happen! That's why you invited me home to meet your son! I thought that was a little weird but now I understand everything. Wow, Leona, you sure are a strange one."
"It was the least I could do for my boy," I puffed. My masturbation wasn't going too well now that he was limp and she had cleaned the sperm off her face. All I had succeeded in doing was to stir up my needs, and I wasn't getting anywhere trying to satisfy them without help.
"Well, if that's the case I'll keep on instructing him," she grinned. "Hey James, do you know how to eat pussy? Get down over it, that's the way, only turn around so I can play with your delicious little dick. Now bend down, sniff it for a while, check it out, and when you feel you're ready for the dive, dig in!"
"Like this?" asked James, getting himself into position. And when Julie nodded he took in a deep breath, smelling her pussy the way one might enjoy a bunch of roses, and dove in right after. I was almost embarrassed by his loud sucking and licking. No amateur could pick it up that fast! Julie was bound to suspect something. But she wasn't in a suspicious mood. The moment James dug his tongue into her pussy she reclined sybaritically and it took her well on five minutes before she could retaliate at all. Again my lust rose and fingering became more satisfying. His cock was stiffening and when she noticed that she took it between her lips once again to speed the process up. What a beautiful couple they made. In the mellow light their skins glowed golden and their firm flesh rippled smoothly with every movement to add sensuality to an erotic scene. I half closed my eyes so that my lashes created rainbow bands about them, and it was like watching an animated girlie magazine! How sexy they were, how passionate! As soon as my son was hard enough he turned about and got on top of her with his cock pointing directly at her cunt. Julie submitted at once. All the aggression left her, she just opened her legs and spread out her arms to receive him. I felt proud when he stuck his cock right into her without fumbling. And then they were off and running like two thoroughbred young horses.
I lived the fuck with them. Fingering my cunt, squeezing my tits, watching, listening, empathizing, I felt my body going through the same contortions as happened during a power-packed fuck. Orgasms broke out in the strangest places, the juices literally poured out my cunt, my fingers created sloppy, obscene noises down there, everything pumped and throbbed and demanded more, more, more!
James was in fine form. He fucked Julie until she couldn't even cry out anymore. She just lay under him and mewed like a kitten! "Oh baby, baby," I heard her whisper, "you're so good, so strong, fuck me, make love to me, yes, yessssss, oh that's so nice, come on James, hold back for a little while! Oh yes, yes, YEEESSSSSS DON'T STOP, TO THE LEFT NOW, YES, THATS IT, OH JAMES, FUCK ME HARDER, DEEPER, DRIVE IT IN ME, YES-YES-YES, oooooooohhhhhh, AAAAHHHHH, yes darling, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, HARD, MORE, YES!! aaaaaahhhhh . . ." She sank into a mire of climaxes and James had the good taste or luck to come right after. I took a bit longer but eventually that growing bubble in my belly burst, and sent me spinning backward into utter euphoria.
The room smelled of pussy and sweat. It was raining outside. I opened one of the windows behind the blinds and at once long gusts of fresh air suffused the room. Julie and James were barely conscious. She had a lighted cigarette in her hand but seemed too tired to bring it up to her mouth. And James looked like a kid at the end of an exhausting birthday party. I winked at him and he just smiled. I put my clothes on and made coffee for us all, expecting that Julie and I would talk some more.
"What do you do during the day, James?" she asked him in a tired drawl. "I was thinking we could get together sometime when your mother isn't home."
"That's a great idea." They arranged to meet the next day when I would still be at work but Julie wouldn't. What was this, dating already? Again I felt a surge of bile-green jealousy and again I suppressed it. How could I object? Don't date a woman after she's fucked you, my boy, she'll lose respect for you! No, it was absurd. And they did seem to like each other a lot. I began to feel like an intruder. They were gazing into each other's eyes, touching, holding hands, and the coffee went cold.
It didn't come as a surprise to me that night when James didn't make one single attempt to seduce me. He was anxious to get to sleep, probably so as to get into the next day and the next date. My plan had worked . . . but in the dead of night I wondered if I had been wise to give him away so readily.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days later James asked if he could move in with Julie. It took a lot of strength on my part to agree to that, and I made him promise not to neglect his schooling while living in sin. The whole situation was slightly unreal to me. I hadn't seen Bob in three days, Nellie was forever asking me back to her place above the diner, and lately Jeff had been showing an anything but boss-like interest in me. For all that, I could only think about my son. When he put his clothes and books into a suitcase and walked out of the motel room I felt empty and depressed. I had the day off and that only made it worse. Now there was nothing to distract me from my thoughts.
I decided very quickly that I wouldn't sit at home and mope. Hell, I was only thirty-five, with the figure of a teenager, as Nelly had said, and I didn't need a fifteen-year-old boy to keep me company. No, this move was for the best. Now I could bring my lovers home and maybe get to know a couple of them. Yes, I should be glad he was out of my hair! I got up, took a shower, put on a pretty dress, and left the motel room to see what was going on in town.
It was a warm day, clear and sunny, and most of the citizens were hard at work. But as in all towns the cocktail lounges sheltered those who didn't have to work or who plain didn't want to. My eyes had to adapt to the dim light inside the lounge and while they did I stood just inside the door and peered around uncertainly. It was like walking from day into night! A jukebox played a torch song, blue lights glowed over the bar, red neon sign announced liquor brands, and the muffled rumble of moody conversation hit me before I could make out individuals. A half dozen men sat scattered along the bar; a bald man was behind the counter and cleaned glasses with compulsive motions. The best looking guy was a middle-aged businessman in a suit of superior cut. I sat on the stool near his and asked the bartender for a drink. As expected, the businessman told him to put it on his tab.
"My name is Michael," he said, shifting over to the stool next to mine. "And I hope you feel like company because I sure do."
"I'm Leona and I don't mind," I said. He was handsome, greying at the temples, with a square chin, surprisingly clear blue eyes, and a winningly forthright manner. I was ready to take him up on any offer but for the sake of decorum we parried and thrust for a while. It turned out that he was a sales representative and his car was being repaired in a nearby garage. He had a few hours on his hands and eventually he suggested we spend them some place together.
"Let's go to my place, then," I said, downing the remains of my drink. "You must think I'm an awful tramp, Mike, but you attract me, you really do."
"Ah, a mature woman of the world," he said, rolling his eyes heavenward as though thanking somebody. "Let's go, my dear!" The light of day made us both a bit uneasy. He had picked me up and I had been picked up, the tramp and the 'trampee' ... but we were adults after all. As we rounded the last corner before the motel I saw James heading for our room. He had his suitcase with him and swung it so easily that I knew it was empty. What did he go back for? Oh yes, he hadn't been able to take it all. Damn!
"We can't go to my place, not yet," I said, pushing Mike back around the corner.
"Well, we can't wait," he said, glancing at his watch, "Hey, I've got it, let's go to a different motel."
"It's too far away and it might be full, anyway." I looked down the main street, searching for an idea. The movies provided it. "Hey, Mike, how long has it been since you took a girl to the movies?"
"The movies?" He looked at me as if I was crazy, but then the notion began to appeal to him. "You're a strange woman, Leona, but why not? The movies! Jesus Christ, I haven't done that for twenty years!" He laughed to himself all the way there. Gallantly he bought tickets for both of us and ushered me into the darkened theater. It was a typical country town offering, incredible amounts of blood and guts, no story. The audience was sparse and seated well away from each other. Mike chuckled as he led me into the back row. "What time did your mother say you have to be home?"
"Stop it!" I said, slapping him on the arm playfully. We sat in the upholstered chairs and looked at the screen for a while just to make sure we weren't missing anything. Then his arm came over my shoulder and I nestled into him, breathing in the masculine odors of lotion and sweat and cigars that always thrilled me for some reason. My hand unbuttoned his jacket and caressed his shirt. He was getting a bit portly but in a sexy way. I kept caressing his chest until he drew me up to him and kissed me with teenage passion. His passion surprised me but I happily went along with him. Now his hands were stroking my breasts from the outside of my dress. It was all so familiar and yet so new and exciting that I could feel my panties getting wetter with every thrust of his tongue, every caress of his big hands.
"Can I... touch you?" he whispered.
"Oh touch me, touch me!" I whispered back, and at once he undid the two buttons holding my cleavage closed, and one hand entered to squeeze and cup my breasts with the kind of appreciation that sent lightning bolts of ecstasy directly to my cunt. My mind kept shuttling back and forth between the times I'd had to get my licks in a movie house, and the present. How much better it was now that I loved with adults ... but how much sharper and brighter had the sensations been then! At that moment the best parts of both periods seemed to melt together, and as he caressed my breasts and whispered his passion to me, I felt myself drifting into the realm of unmitigated ecstasy. My hand came to rest on his lap and found a large, hard cock idling under the soft fabric. Briefly I looked around to make sure we were safe. There were no others in the back row but an old lady sat ahead of us in the next tier. Still, she looked deaf and senile. I unzipped him and took out his piece.
"It's so big!" I whispered, nuzzling him fondly. "What can I do with all that, Mike?"
"Just hang on to it for a while," he replied. His hand came to my knee and stayed there for a moment as if he expected me to slap it away. I was tempted to just for the sake of the past, but my loins were too hot, I could only wait so long. So he started his gradual progress up the inside of my thighs, moving forward, pausing, moving another inch, and each time he moved his hand up my pussy twinged violently and more sap was secreted. My panties were embarrassingly wet by this time. He would know everything when he touched them! "I want you!" he whispered, his hand an inch from the diamond.
"I want you too!" I said, and right away he touched on third base. Embarrassed or not, my pussy moved forward to press hard against his hand and a second later his fingers had tugged the elastic out of the way and now it was flesh against hairy flesh. His index searched for my hole. Briefly I tensed up, a habit from oh so long ago, and then he slipped it up me. My thighs parted and I embraced him feverishly, kissing him and rubbing his cock with my closed fist. This was almost as good as get- ting laid! The subtle squishy sounds his finger produced were like private music, something only we could relish. As far as I was concerned he could finger me all the way through to the newsreel!
But Mike had more than that in mind. Again he whispered that he wanted me and I made the standard reply. He took my panties off, asked if he could keep them, and stuffed them into his coat pocket before undoing his belt and letting his trousers down to his knees. "Bend over the next row," he whispered, "and I'll put it to you in a way you'll never forget."
"You must be joking!" I exclaimed.
"Ssshhh! I'm not. Go on, just lean over."
"But everyone will see us. No, Mike, sit down, I'll blow you, that's an awful lot safer."
"Just do as I say. There's nothing to worry about, as soon as I'm in you'll sit down and anyone who sees us will think you're just sitting on my lap."
"Well..." I did want him and it sounded plausible, "Okay, but if someone comes along you'll have to let go."
"I promise." As I leaned over the seat in front of me I stole another glance at the old lady. She seemed oblivious even to the movie. Mike had moved in behind me and parted my cheeks to admit a cock of formidable proportions. Elsewhere in the theater silhouetted figures of strangers appeared over the tiers of chairs, all of them focused on the screen. If only they knew what was happening behind their backs! A surge of excitement flashed through me at the thought of that. Already his cock was an inch inside me and I was leaning over the seats lower and lower to let more of him in. Yet none of the audience knew it! I felt wicked and sexy and a little bit crazy as I submitted to Mike's wishes but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. His cock moved into my cunt with short, urgent jabs until my flesh had yielded and fitted itself around his thick stalk. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he drew his cock back and pushed it up me to the hilt!
I almost let out a yell of pleasure but managed to stifle it by burying my face in my folded arms. There was no stopping him now. His cock pushed in and pulled out with increasing speed. His nails dug into the flesh of my ass, and his breathing became audible! I wanted him to sit down now so I could sit on his knee and be less conspicuous. My ass felt like a beacon in the night sticking up like that. But when I tried to push him back into his seat he responded by driving his cock right up me, and from then on I kept pushing back only to get the same penetration. He was a wonderful fuck, laving his cock in me from left and right, top and bottom, and after a while he began to shake my buns so that the flesh flexed hard enough to agitate my cunt even more. The juices were running down my legs and they caused his stroking to become very noisy. Surely someone would hear us! Luckily it was a noisy movie, lots of gun play and yelling, so we went unnoticed for the time being.
He slowed down suddenly and one of his hands moved forward to get at my tits under my dress. His fingers pushed my bra cup out of the way and grabbed hold of my tits with savage strength, mauling them, kneading them, all the while letting his cock ride in and out of my cunt with great restraint. I felt my knees turn to jelly. He was going to have to sit down very soon or I'd fall off his cock! I tried to tell him but the words wouldn't come. My body would, though. I went through all sorts of weird contortions emotionally, not knowing half the time whether I was happy or sad, about to come or cry! He had me spinning like a top but now and then he would deliver a battery of strokes that solved all my problems with a good, hard, clear climax. Oh God, how long was he going to keep this up? Mike was in complete control of me, manipulating me for his own amusement, and there was nothing I could do about it! There was a break in the action on screen. A love scene, soft music, whispered words, and lingering stares. I heard myself sobbing with pleasure and quickly he put his hand over my mouth and slowed down his fucking even more. "Ssshhhh, baby, hold it down for a minute!" he hissed. I tried my best but by this time I was in such a turmoil that it was impossible to control the eruptions of my passion in various parts of my person. He had wound me up and now I could only wait to wind down. The action cranked up again after a little while, not a moment too soon for either us us. Mike was approaching his culmination. His fucking was less smooth, less rhythmic, his caresses were cruel and erratic, and his breathing was positively alarming. Now he started to slam his cock up me with all his might, he forgot about my tits, all he wanted to do was finish us both off. Through my purple haze I glanced at the old lady. She had not only spotted us, she was joining in from the sidelines! I couldn't believe it when I saw the motion under her dress in the vicinity of her lap but after another look I couldn't deny it any longer. She was jerking off to beat the band, at her age! Well, as long as she was happy.
Mike came with a bang, pumped every last drop of his cream into me, and then pulled out to dab at my pussy with his handkerchief. I took it from him, folded it, and put it into my panties to soak up his excesses. When we were seated once more, fully dressed and behaving like most other people in movie houses, he noticed that the old lady in front of us was beating off. "Disgusting!" he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Come, my dear, let us leave this pit of iniquity."
Once outside there was little for us to say to each other. Our eyes expressed how much we had enjoyed our meeting. It had been like a clink of wine glasses, and now it was over. We shook hands, smiled, and parted. I strolled back at my leisure and tried to figure out what had happened. There was no one in the motel room. I threw the sperm soaked handkerchief into the dirty laundry and took another shower, but once that was done I found myself facing the same problem as before. Nothing to do, and no one to do it with.
Briefly I thought of returning to the bar and trying my luck again. But no, that would be stretching it too far. Best to go to the diner for a cup of coffee. At least I knew people there. When I arrived there weren't many customers around. In an hour's time the place would be crammed but until then Jeff and Nelly had little to do but clean ashtrays and table tops.
"What's this I hear," Nelly said when she saw me, "your little boy has moved in with Julie? Is that right?"
"Well, they seemed to take to each other," I shrugged.
"But he's only fifteen! I don't know how old Julie is but she has to be around twenty. Don't you think that's too much of a difference?"
"Five years? Why, I'll bet there's five years between you and me," I teased her. Nelly laughed and got up to get a customer's order. Jeff came over and sat for a bit. The big bald man had a bad case for me. He looked to me like he was about to add pepper and salt to me, but when he spoke he tried to be cool. Lately he'd been taking a certain line with me, the kind designed to let me know he knew I was horny and that he'd be glad to help me out. After all, living without a man wasn't good for a woman. I hadn't responded to him much but now I had another factor to contend with: my fear of being alone. Jeff wasn't much to look at but he was human and he could look after me.
"You sure are pretty, Leona," he said suddenly. I was shocked! He had apparently decided on a new tack.
"Why, thank you Jeff." I gave him a big smile and fluttering lashes.
"I mean it. Listen, now that you're not on duty and I don't have to be your boss ... what do you say?"
"What do I say to what?"
"You know. What do you say to coming out back for a while."
"Is there something you have to show me out back?"
"Yes, yes that's right, I want you to see something there," he said. What a clumsy oaf he was. Still, it endeared him to me in a peculiar way. He wanted me so badly and he didn't quite know how to express it. None of that suave gigolo shit with Jeff. I smiled again and got up to follow him out through the kitchen and into the backyard. There wasn't much to be seen, just an array of garbage bins and an outhouse, and once we were outside Jeff was lost for words.
"What did you want to show me, then?" I asked.
"Er ..." He looked around in a near panic. "Let's go into the bathroom and we'll talk."
"But that's the Ladies'!" I objected. He was blushing furiously and hardly knew what to do with his hands. I was enjoying myself immensely. "Jeff, what's going on here? Are you trying to seduce me or something?"
"No ... yes, I don't know," he fumbled. "Aw fuck it, come on, get in there, I can't do it nicely so I'll do it rough!" His change in behavior caught me off guard. Just as I was starting to see him as a nice big bear he turned into a snarling beast. The blush turned into the flush of fury and before I could flee he had bundled me into the Ladies' and locked the door. "I want you so bad!" he muttered, fiddling with his zip. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you'd never look at a stiff like me but that's not fair. I got feelings too, you know, I like women, like 'em a lot, you got no right to be a smart ass to me! Come on, take off those clothes, I want to see you naked, I want to see your tits and your cunt ... oh Jesus, yes, I want to see your cunt so bad I can taste it! Get them down, Leona, now!"
I was undressing already! He seemed to be in a rapist trance, capable of anything, and that scared me. I hung my clothes on a hook and by the time I was naked he had managed to let his pants down. A thick stub of cock poked up at me, flushed and hard. Now what? Jeff was quick to issue more instructions. "Now sit on the John with your legs wide open. Go on, pull it open, let me see the pink meat. Oh yes, that's beautiful, beautiful, what a cunt. I dreamed about it but it's much nicer in real life. Open it up further, make it move, that's right."
I moved my hips as though a phantom was fucking me and that was what Jeff wanted. His hand went down to his cock in a practiced motion to start beating himself off, and his face was so close to my cunt that I could feel his hot breath brushing along the exposed inner flesh. "Turn around," he panted, "and bend over. I went to see your asshole. Goddamn women pretend they ain't got an asshole but I know they have. All of them do, countesses, movie stars, and all those rich bitches who wouldn't give me a smell of their farts! Yeah, there it is, and it smells like shit, too, just like mine. You're so fucking beautiful and lovely and everything but you shit and you piss like me. Goddamn bitches! Think they're too good for me!"
He kept gibbering in the same vein and at the same time he poked his nose into all my private places. By taking less notice of what he was saying and more of what he was doing, I managed to wring a good time out of the situation. It always amazed me how thrilling men found it to look at my naked body, but it also flattered and pleasured me. His nose poked up my asshole and his tongue tasted my pussy, yet he kept on muttering. There were moments of recurring panic. After all, he was behind me and I had no ways of preventing him from doing me hard. For all I knew he was about to give me the beating of my life! There was danger everywhere. Even his thick stubby cock took on the appearance of a blunt instrument.
"Don't hurt me, Jeff, you know I like you. I don't know what other women have done to you but haven't I been a pal to you?"
"Shut up, bitch!" he said coldly. Fingers pried about in my orifices, he sniffed and tasted, or simply rubbed his face against my buns. The minutes ticked by and my fear of him slowly turned to a kind of blas� weariness. The question became: would he do anything? I doubted it. He was so happy touching me and looking at my ass, storing up dirty pictures for the lonely nights to come, that I doubted if fucking had even occurred to him. But that's where I underestimated him, in part anyway.
"Turn around," he said when he was done with his canine exploration. "I want you to suck my cock and I want you to swallow it!" He looked at me as though he had just asked me to shit on a glass-topped table. For his sake I made anguished faces and pleaded with him not to make me do such a disgusting thing. He was so easy to read. The more I pleaded, the more tyrannical his mien became. "Eat it, bitch! Eat it whole and if you spill one drop of my vital juices you're in real trouble."
"Jeff, no, how will I ever be able to look myself in the eye again?"
"Eat it or I'll blacken both of them!" he yelled. I made sobbing noises, moistened my lips, and got down on him with secret relish. His cock wasn't very long but it was a real mouthful just the same, and I was up for a good bout of cocksucking. My taste buds were ready, just as they were ready for a cigarette at a certain time of day after a cup of strong coffee. And the rest of my body felt warm and easy after his visual foreplay. I would have eaten him whether he had wanted me to or not!
His cock forced me to open my mouth as wide as it would go. It took me a minute or so to get his number and to control my breathing, but once that was in order there were no more difficulties. Jeff leaned against the wall and gazed down at me benignly but with glassy eyes. I was on my knees on the floor, naked, sucking his cock with long bobs and pursed lips. He had nothing more to say. His anger subsided as his blood rose, his eyes fell to, his arms hung limply by his side, and now he was in my power. I licked around and around that hard dick, sucked his balls, kissed all around the stem and plucked his pubic hairs with my lips. He loved every moment of it. My hands caressed his powerful, hairy thighs and the big hard buns of his ass, and it became a pleasure for me simply because he appreciated it all so much. Already I felt his cock contract and pulse violently. His hands were on my shoulders and his fingers tensed at that moment. He must have had a hell of a struggle to fight it back, but he did it. Now I really poured it on. I sucked and licked, loved and lavished his cock with kisses, I ran my tongue down along his pendulous ball bag and further up to the sweaty fold of his ass, I stroked the inside of his legs, reached up to his chest to pinch his nipples and toy with the curly hair there, and the big man melted! He slid down the wall very slowly, and he was aware of it but could do nothing to stop his gradual progress toward the floor. Like a big drunken kid he sat down heavily and remained in that position while I kept on sucking his dick. Now he had no strength to hold himself back. By closing my lips tightly around the base of his cock and moving up and down, I evoked a burst of cream from him that filled me to bursting in an instant. He kept on coming and coming, great bursts of rich, hot cream, and I had to swallow like mad to keep pace with him. His warning rang in my ears: don't spill a drop! I certainly didn't want to.
At last he was dry. I swallowed down the last of his salty, warm cream and looked up at his face to see how he was faring. Jeff looked as though he had fallen asleep. I got up and put my clothes back on, washed my face and, since he seemed to be out of it, sat down to have a quick leak. Of course the hissing sound made him wake up. He looked very happy when I reached between my legs with a wad of toilet paper and wiped myself.
"You dirty old man," I said, flushing the John and hoisting my panties back up.
"How true," he sighed. He got to his feet and asked me to check and see if anyone was watching the bathroom. I told him the coast was clear and he immediately scurried out. But when we came back into the diner Nelly guessed right away what had happened.
"You better give her a raise," she said to Jeff with a wide grin. He didn't answer. I sat down in a booth and sipped a fresh cup of coffee Nelly brought me. There wasn't much on my mind, I was just daydreaming. Suddenly Nelly was by my side. "Come on, get up," she whispered. "Bob came in and you should be the one to serve him."
"What? Why me?" She shook her head, indicating that she knew it all and I should do as I was told. I got up and went over to him to take his order. He looked dishevelled and he stank of liquor. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, or combed his hair, and when he looked at me I saw that his eyes were bloodshot.
"Black coffee," he mumbled thickly. "Lossa black coffee."
He didn't seem to recognize me. I made to get the coffee but thought the better of it. "I'm taking this man home," I told Nelly. She told me where he lived and when I had fished his car keys out of his pocket she helped take him to his car. Bob didn't protest. He kept muttering about women, how faithless they were, how they screwed up a man's life, much the same rap as Jeff had laid on me not long ago except that Bob could get plenty of women and Jeff couldn't. I listened attentively even when his speech became too slurred to be intelligible. Nelly closed the door and I drove off slowly in his pickup truck. What was he really saying? One woman was giving him the most trouble ... but was it me or Julie?
I didn't get the answer to that question until we were at his place. Bob lived in a big, spacious ranch house, messy inside but very comfortable. No one was home but it was clear that a number of people lived there. I dragged him into the bathroom with the last of my strength and when we were in there I let him drop into the tub and turned the cold shower on him. It took him a minute or so to understand what was happening, and then he protested without moving.
The rehabilitation process was a long one. I managed to get his clothes off and let the cold water revive him until he was almost civilized again. Then I let the tub fill with hot water, I brought him a pot of black coffee, and helped him bring the cup to his mouth. He recognized me at last. "Leona, it's you!" He smiled, shook his head, and took hold of the cup with a steadier hand. "Wow, you must be really impressed to see me getting drunk over you."
"Over me?" I asked, my heart beating wildly.
"Yeah, you, who else? Hell, I've never missed a woman like I missed you these last couple of days. I wanted to come see you but my pride ... aw shit, give me more of that coffee, honey."
Now my hands were unsteady. He drank more of the coffee until he could talk without slurring, and he explained to me the reasons for his behavior. His former wife had, apparently, loved him less than he had loved her, and he had suffered so much from that imbalance that he had resolved never to be on the losing side again. When he had met me, some of the same emotions had erupted. "But I was stupid to think I hadn't grown since my first wife," he said. "It occurred to me during a lucid moment in that binge that I can handle such situations now ... and I want you to marry me."
"What?" This was too much for me. He'd only taken me out once and I had acted like a complete slut for him. Now, with several other lovers behind me, I wondered if I could take him up on his offer. "Gosh, Bob, I don't know, this is all so sudden."
"Come into the tub with me," he said, "and we'll think about it together."
"Okay, but are you sure you're sober enough to be making propositions?"
"You mean proposals? Sure I am, and I intend to prove it to you." He sounded confident and capable, and I could hardly wait to get my clothes off and to jump into the tub with him. Once in the hot, sudsy water he pulled me over on top of his body and started to kiss me passionately. My head was spinning, I wasn't ready for any of this. Liquor was on his breath and again I worried if he knew what he was doing. But his caresses were firm and forceful and there was nothing dubious about his erection "Tell me you're not stringing me along," I whispered between kisses. "I'd be really crushed if you were playing with me, Bob." I didn't care if he was drunk anymore, I wanted his word. And he gave it over and over as his strong hands aroused every part of my body. He even set the date, one week from that day, just as soon as the license had matured. When he got down to such details I couldn't help but believe him, and I threw my arms about his neck and kissed him so fiercely that we slipped under water and almost drowned each other.
"And now how about a bit of premarital sex?" he said.
"Isn't that bad luck?" Both my hands were on his hard throbbing cock and squeezed it fondly. I wanted to go down on him but the bath water was too deep. Bob placed both his hands on my hips and moved me back until his cock was right under my cunt. I had tried screwing in a bathtub before and knew how difficult it was, so I sat on his cock in such a way that it fitted neatly between my labia, and started to slide back and forth over it. Bob enjoyed that but he was too intent on fucking to be content with anything else.
"Put it in for me," he said hoarsely. Even though I knew it would cause me pain I was too horny not to give it another try. I got up on my knees and reached for his cock under the water, then pointed it up at my cunt hole. As expected there was far too much resistance to let him in. But Bob wasn't about to give up. He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled my buttocks apart so that my cunt opened wider, and by sheer brute force he managed to belt his cock into me an inch or so. The pain shot through me like a flame, and I gritted my teeth as he continued to batter my cunt with his rod. Why was he doing this to me?
"It hurts, Bob!" I moaned, begging for mercy now. "Put some vaseline on it or something, please."
"It's almost in," he panted. His hands dug into the flesh of my hips and strained to get more of his thick cock into me. Somehow he succeeded, more of his cock barged into my sorely tried cunt, and then he gave it one big shove and lodged the rest of himself up there. He stopped for a moment and pulled me toward him so he could kiss me. I could hardly bend over. His cock felt like a broomstick inside me! While I was there I reached for the plug and raised it surreptitiously. Bob was too involved to notice the water draining out but as soon as it dropped below the level of my cunt I certainly noticed it.
At once my fluids surrounded his cock and made all the difference in the world. That broomstick turned back into a cock, a big hard virile cock that was going to be all mine from that moment on! His motions fitted in with mine easily, his hips lifting as mine dropped, and we fucked among the suds like expelled celibates. He kept me on top of himself for as long as he could but then he obviously wanted to lay into me with more force than that position allowed. I could see it coming and before he could suggest it I was off his impaling cock and draped over the side of the tub to receive him in style.
I loved the feeling of him hunching over me like a bull in heat, driving his cock up my cunt with all his strength, huffing, grunting, sweating on me, and prodding the very depths of my cunt to produce the wildest sensations in my loins. His cock was big enough to make my cunt and clitoris flex with every stroke, there was no need for him to do me with his hands, but he did anyway. He squeezed my tits, stuck a finger up my asshole, titillated my clitoris, a case of sheer overkill. All I could do was hang over the side of the bath and scream my delight! His cock packed a punch that jarred my innards and made my eyes bulge. Those thick inches of his were reason enough to marry him. "Go, Bob, go!" I groaned, my head turning from side to side to let off some of the steam building up inside me. "I love it, I love you, fuck me Bob, I'm all yours! Oh yes, that's so nice, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH WOW! DEEPER NOW, DEEPER, DIG IN, YES BOB, YES, YESSSSSSSS!!" The yells echoed through the bathroom and when I stopped it became strangely silent. Only Bob's grunts persisted, each one accompanied by a deep thrust. I was spent. He had fucked me to the other side of ecstasy.
"Finish it off with your mouth," he whispered. I nodded and when he pulled out of me I slumped over on my back and he presented his oily erection to my slack mouth eagerly. At first it just felt like a sausage between my lips but the taste of my own cunt juices and the potent pulses of his cock aroused a new kind of passion in me, a purely oral one. My whole body was content but my mouth thrilled with desire. All too soon I had licked the juices off his cock. I loved the tart, piquant taste of my pussy, but that was my secret. Now I wanted a substitute, and he had two balls full of it.
I sucked his cock with a zeal that surprised even me. With moans and shivering sighs I wrapped my tongue about his hardness and took it down my throat and caressed his balls, doing my utmost to make him come into my mouth. My taste buds were quivering in expectation. Bob was showing all the signs of surrender. A lick, a nibble, a suckle of his balls, and he began to take in air through clenched teeth. At once I clamped my mouth over his knob and pursed my lips good and tight so that not a drop would escape me. Bob grabbed hold of my head and started to drive his cock down my throat with long, fucking motions. The tenseness of his motions told me it wouldn't be long. And then, with one last mighty shove that pushed his knob down my gullet, he released his load and sent it flooding into me. I climaxed with him, my whole body shaking and trembling, but my head remained steady, attached to his dick. I sucked him till his cock had shrunk away to a shadow of its former self, and even then I was reluctant to let it go.
"That's enough," he said eventually. "I don't want you to get tired of it too soon."
"Ill never get tired of it," I promised him.
"Well, we're going to be finding that out," he grinned. "Forty years from now you may not want to look at it anymore, and then I'll remind you of today."
"No chance," I said, planting a kiss on its flushed little head.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob got the license that same day and made all the necessary arrangements for the wedding. While he was on the phone to the people who handle these matters, his sons started to arrive home. He motioned for them to sit down and wait for him to finish. They were quiet while he talked, and I observed them carefully during that interval. So these were to be my stepsons. They were older than I had imagined Bob's boys to be, all three between fifteen and eighteen I guessed. They were handsome, sturdy boys, and all of them looked a lot like their father. When he introduced me they were very polite and soft spoken, and when he told them I was to be their new mother they gave me a look that least gave me the benefit of the doubt.
Tony was the youngest, fifteen, and I could tell he'd be my favorite right away. Although he had a strong, lean body there was something feminine about him, at least in my eyes. He had long lashes and brown hair that fell to his shoulders, and I sensed that he was a virgin. The middle son was called Mel, seventeen, handsome, bulging muscles in his arms and chest, and a sparse brown beard covering the lower half of his face. The oldest was Gene, tall and rangy, a serious boy. They were all deeply tanned, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, and to judge by the dirt on them they'd been working in the fields. I was going to like being a part of this family.
But that reminded me of my own family. What would James think about this marriage? As soon as I could I left Bob's house and took a cab to Julie's apartment to tell him the news. They were watching TV together when I arrived, and I could tell they didn't really want to be disturbed. Julie had on a fetching little nightie and my son wore only a pair of shorts. The bed hadn't been made in days by the looks of it and there were take-out food cartons stacked in and around the garbage bin. Was this the kind of environment in which my son ought to be raised?
I told them both the news because Julie refused to leave me alone with him. James didn't say a word after he'd heard me out and I was pleased he took it so calmly. Since there was nothing more to be said I got up to leave. James said he'd walk me down the stairs. "You're not serious about this, are you?" he whispered tensely as soon as the door had shut behind us.
"Of course I am. Well be married in a week's time, how could I not be serious?"
"But you don't really love him, you're only marrying him for security, isn't that right? You couldn't love him, I know you couldn't" To my surprise I noticed he was on the verge of crying! "Why not?" I asked. "He's a wonderful man and I'm sure you'll like him a lot when you get to know him. Besides, he's got three sons, kids you could be friends with."
"I don't want to know them and I don't want to know this guy you're marrying. You don't love him because if you do you can't love me!"
"But I do love you!"
"Prove it then," he said defiantly. And when I asked how I could prove such a thing, he said: "Sleep with me the night before you marry him and I'll be convinced."
"Oh, will you," I said. "Boy, have you got a nerve." We were standing in the lobby of the apartment building, staring each other down. I wasn't going to give in to him, not for anything! That boy had to learn his place! Suddenly he embraced me and pressed me into a dimly lit corner of the lobby, and his lips were on mine, crushing and fierce, and his hips pressed into mine with passion. He had caught me off guard and while I tried to work out what was happening he began to fondle me all over. "No, don't!" I cried, pushing him away. But he was stronger than me and pushed me right back into the corner. The pulsing of his loins grew more violent, he was dry humping me right there, and I was defenseless!
It horrified me when he pulled my dress up about my waist and tugged my panties down to my knees. My own son was raping me! "No, baby, don't!" I pleaded. "Let's talk about this. Sure I'll sleep with you the night before the wedding, only ... James, take your hand away from there! What's come over you!" His hand was on my cunt and his fingers were probing me obscenely. I was desperate to escape from this molesting but he leaned into me so I couldn't move. He breathed rapidly and angrily, and his fingers dug into my cunt so hard that my flesh parted and admitted two or three of them. Juices poured down the inner walls, much to my shame. I couldn't face this! "Let me go now before it's too late!" I whispered. "Please James, don't make me scream for help!"
"Don't try it," he said menacingly. His other hand was way up my dress and fumbled with my tits. I was ashamed and mortified, especially when his fingers moved in and out of my cunt and it made sloppy sounds. How could this excite me! James had managed to take his shorts down and now his cock bumped into my cunt with insistent pushiness. I kept looking around the lobby. Blank apartment doors stared back at me. What if someone came out and recognized us? We'd be thrown out of town and Bob would never look at me again! I started to sob silently. He had a hold on my ass with both hands and leaned into me while his cock battered its way into my cunt. He was inside me now, inextricably, fucking for dear life. There was something vicious about the way he shoved his cock up me, banging me with a fury that could only be Oedipal. I was crying and desperate, yet the lower half of my body was on fire with his lovemaking, responding by getting more juicy by the second and hotter, too. He was good, there was no denying that. His smooth cock touched down on all those secret little places inside me that could bring me undone. And he did it, too, providing me with stealthy climaxes there in the lobby.
When he came he lost his edge on me and I pushed him away at once, hitched up my panties, and stormed out of the building. I was determined never to see him again. If he treated his mother like that he wasn't worth knowing! What I was really escaping from was the pleasure he had brought me, though, I knew that even as I seethed with indignation. Bob deserved better than me. When we married I would always be faithful to him, and if my son was going to present me with temptations, then I would just have to turn my back on him.
The week passed slowly. Bob had made me stop working, a move to which I agreed very readily. For the sake of his sons, though, I stayed in the motel for the duration, and he spent most of his time with me. But on the night before the wedding he stayed home and I was left to my own devices at a critical time. It was a hot night and I was restless and horny. Perhaps the temperature affected me that way, or perhaps it was a chronic condition. In any case, I lay on my bed naked and watched TV with disdainful inattention, thinking about Bob, his sons, our wedding night, and other sexual matters, one hand idly caressing the outline of my pussy, the other on my breasts, and every now and then I'd look at the clock to see how near the wedding had drawn. At this point time almost came to a stop. Bob called and that made the time pass, but then it was back to dragging its feet. I didn't have the incentive to masturbate so I left it at titillating myself, just keeping the temperature of my body up at an erotic level.
"Ma! Open up, it's me, James!"
I almost hit the ceiling with shock at the sound of my son's voice. He was at the window and he had stuck his hand through to open the Venetian blinds. I could see him peering through, right at my nakedness, but instead of covering myself I lazily told him to go away. He insisted that I should let him in. A strange feeling of power overcame me. He could look but not touch, and that was just the kind of revenge I'd been looking for. I would teach him to rape his mother! So while he entreated me to open up I wallowed about on the bed and punished him. But suddenly he wasn't there anymore, the Venetian blinds were locked in place again, and my exhibitionism was going to waste. I was disappointed that he had given up so easily.
I lapsed back into that faint euphoria again and forgot about him, only to be disturbed by the sound of a key fitting into the lock. I tried to rush for the door to hold it fast but he was too quick for me. The cunning devil had asked for the duplicate key at the desk and now he was inside. He kicked the door shut and faced me, glowering, ready to rape me again. It occurred to me that he might be stronger but I was older and wiser. So, to throw him off, I pretended to go faint and I toppled back onto the bed. He took his clothes off and came toward me with his cock in hand, rubbing it slowly to get it good and hard. I waited until the last minute and then, just as he was about to mount my prostrate body, I slugged him good and hard right in the stomach.
He was totally unprepared for this. With a gasp and a look of shock he folded double and fell on the bed to roll about in pain. I got up and stood over him with my arms akimbo. "Who the fuck do you think you are!" I said angrily. "You think you can take what you want when you want it? You'd better grow up, James, or you'll always be a child." I wanted to go further in the lesson by throwing him out but it was hard to face a whole night alone. He could divert me until the wedding, Bob need never know. "Now then, I promised you could stay with me on the last night and I'm going to honor that promise-but on my terms only." He nodded weakly, still holding his stomach. There was none of that macho bravado left in him now, he was my little boy again. His erection had disappeared in an instant. My first task was to restore that.
"Relax now and let your mother make you all better," I said soothingly. "Remember how nice it used to be between us? That's how it's going to be tonight." He groaned and made himself comfortable on the bed. I lay with my torso on the bed, my knees on the floor, resting between his legs so that my face was directly over his limp dick. Once again I was struck by its smooth pinkness, its relative innocence. A week or so with Julie had more than likely kept it busy but it was still a boyish cock, and when I closed my lips about his smooth glans I could really tell the difference between his and Bob's. Bob had a thick, gnarled cock, tan and battle-hardened. James would have one just like it one day, but until then I could suckle him and feel a maternal and an erotic thrill simultaneously.
As I sucked him off I played with my pussy, and after a while it was hard for me to tell which excited me more. My fingers toyed with the clitoris and the pudgy lips down there, hidden from James's view and mine, but very much present in both our minds. That pussy was rapidly becoming the center of attention. It was responsive to every kind of manipulation. One hand held the lips apart, the other probed it with long fingers, until I needed to get more depth. Then that hand came in from behind and my ass cocked up higher and the whole of my index finger slipped up my cunt. It felt so nice that I started to ignore his cock, hard as it was, and James soon became impatient with me. "Bring it over here, Ma," he said, "and I'll do that for you."
"Okay." I got on the bed with him and presented my pussy to him happily. At once he shoved two fingers into it and began to finger-fuck me with gusto. In his position he was able to add a hitch to that by licking my clitoris at the same time, which provided me with new thrills and new difficulties. How could I concentrate on his cock when my whole body was humming and buzzing with pleasure? I just wanted to lie back and enjoy it. But James deserved more than that. With an exertion of will I bent over his cock and took his glans between my lips to run my tongue along and into the tiny slit at the tip of the knob. James liked that a lot. He shuffled over to thrust the rest of his cock down my throat but soon brought it back for more. I regaled him with the best I had to offer. All the love I bore for my son came to the fore that evening and he reciprocated in full. We tongued each other, kissed, sucked, licked, fingered, explored and loved the other until our genitals were red, full of blood and passion, and by the time we started fucking an hour had passed.
James was on top of me, softly undulating, his cock deep inside me and jabbing forward. I had my arms about him and I kissed his face while he fucked me. Thoughts of tomorrow's wedding occurred now and then, and at such times I felt myself blush with guilt. What would Bob think of me if he saw me under my son? But then James would do something particularly delightful and everything but our intimacy would be forgotten.
We spent that whole night going at it. I couldn't figure out where my son got the energy. Julie had to be taxing him to some extent. But he kept going and going, five times in all, until his cock refused to stand up anymore, no matter how nicely I treated it. Early in the morning he left my motel room and I began to prepare for the wedding. We hadn't made any arrangements about visiting each other and for all I knew James would not want to see me again. But that seemed unlikely. We were too close to part for any length of time. The only problem we had was that we might be too close.
The wedding went by smoothly and the reception was a small family affair. Bob asked me why James didn't attend and I made up a story for his benefit Sooner or later he would want to know why James didn't move in with us but I would deal with that when it happened. At the reception I met Bob's younger sister, Elaine. She was by far the most interesting person there and the two of us took an instant liking to each other. With drinks in our' hands we stood in a far corner and talked while the men carried on and told Bob wedding jokes.
"You're a brave woman, marrying my brother," she said after a few drinks. "But since you have, remember to keep him on a short leash. He can't be trusted with other women, not for a moment."
"Why do you say that?" I asked, slightly put out. Was she jealous of me for marrying her brother? But that was silly, just because I fucked with my son didn't mean all families were so close.
"For your own good. Bob's good in many ways but he can't resist a stray piece of ass. Of course if you don't mind that sort of thing, you have nothing to worry about. If you do, keep him under your thumb."
"He's his own man," I replied testily. She nodded and took the conversation to another subject to get away from the friction. I found her an unusually attractive woman. She was in her middle twenties and she had almond-shaped eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Long brown hair hung down her shoulders and framed her pretty face in such a way as to bring out her lovely features. She was tall and slender with small, upturned breasts, the nipples of which pushed into her blouse so as to cause little eye-catching impressions. Her husband was at the party also, but they never got closer than twenty feet to each other throughout the reception.
After the reception Bob took me home. His sons had been billeted with friends for the occasion and he made love to me all over the place. The way he loved me gave me no indication of what was to come. No better lover could have been imagined. He fucked me in the kitchen, in the living room, each of the boys' bedrooms, and wherever else it pleased us, he fucked me back and front, sideways, up and down, he ate me out, he sucked my tits, rimmed me, licked my toes, and ran through the entire catalogue of kinkiness. Much, much later, just before dawn, he lay sprawled on the bed, naked and spent, and I lay beside him propped up on an elbow so as to gaze at his face. I couldn't take Elaine's advice to heart right then. He had loved me too well. I had found my man and he had found me.
But Elaine was right. Since Bob was a farmer we couldn't take a honeymoon. What we did have was a full week of fucking in between his fairly genteel work schedule. With three sons to help him and all the modern equipment Bob was more of a gentleman farmer than anything else. That should have left him plenty of energy with which to please me ... but for one reason or another, after that first week very little of it was directed at me!
Three weeks went by. I sat by the side of the pool behind the big house and sunned myself listlessly. Bob hadn't touched me in over a week, although outside the bedroom he had been an attentive, affectionate husband. There was nothing to complain about except for this aching sense of emptiness in my pussy. So I sat there and wondered what had happened, and in the thick of my rumination Elaine dropped by.
"Hello, honey," she said, kissing me on the cheek and pulling up a chair near mine. "You're looking very pensive today, what's the matter?" When I told her she nodded knowingly. Elaine and I had become very close over the past few weeks but nothing more had been said about Bob's habits. Now that I brought it up she could only say that she'd told me so. "He can't sit still," she shrugged. "It's like a character defect" "What, you think he's cheating on me?" I asked.
"I don't think, I know. Right now he's with a woman. That doesn't mean he doesn't love you, far from it, I happen to know that he loves you a great deal. His flesh is just weaker than most everyone's."
She said it coolly, objectively, but I couldn't believe it. Bob vowed his fidelity to me over and over, he loved me too much to cheat on me, so there had to be another explanation for his conduct, or lack of it. I told her so and she threw up her hands and said she was going to fix us a couple of drinks. I settled back in my chair, adjusted my bikini, and turned my face to the sun. My faith in Bob was so complete that her words didn't even upset me. I just wallowed in the sun like a cat and when she brought the drinks I told her to join me for a sun bake.
"I should have brought my bikini," she said, "but what the hell, the boys won't be back for hours and you've got what I've got. I'll sunbathe in the nude if you don't mind."
"Not at all." A thrill ran through me and my mind flashed back to Nelly and what she had taught me about the female body. Elaine was so young and lithe, a succulent sylph, and I watched her through half closed eyes as she stepped out of her shorts. Oddly enough she took her shorts off before anything else, and once they were off she took her time with the rest. It was almost as if she were parading her ass before me! And well she might. Her buns stuck out pert and rounded, quivering ever so slightly when she took a step. And her brown pubic hair was thick and full between her thighs, a deep bush that invited further exploration.
Then she turned her back to me and bent down to undo her shoes, and I was treated to her pussy as it bulged back at me, parting just a little to let the pink shine through, as well as her lovely cheeks and a tiny puckered asshole. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? While she had her back to me I slipped out of my bikini and lay back at my leisure to watch the rest of her strip tease. She was truly a beautiful woman. Her ass curved out from her hips and gave an impression of lean grace. It took her forever to undo her shoe straps, an eternity in which I feasted my eyes on her feminine charms. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and felt the juices ooze past my labia. At last she straightened up and turned back to me. An enigmatic smile played about her lips and she undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, teasingly. Of course she wore no bra. Her tits were too firm and too small to need one of those garments. Hard nipples poked up toward the sky, pink as rose petals and big as bullets. Her tits were hillocks of flesh, evenly tanned in tune with the rest of her body. She was too perfect, too perfect! My eyes ran up and down the slow contours of her shape and I could only marvel at her svelte proportions.
But after that big buildup she merely sat down in the chair beside mine and started to talk about banal matters, everyday housewife things. I listened with half an ear and kept taking sneak peeps at her little breasts. They would fit the palms of my hands exactly and I could imagine how firm and soft they would be to the touch. If only I had the courage to try my luck with her. There was too much at stake. For one, I still half suspected her of being jealous of my relationship with her brother. For another, if she wasn't inclined toward women she would be shocked and tell her brother. In either case it was too risky. As a last resort I tuned into her conversation and found that it had taken an interesting turn.
"My husband Alec is a real businessman," she was saying. "He lives it, eats it, and dreams it, you can't talk to him about anything else. We've been married three years and he keeps getting more involved with it. The problem is, I hate anything to do with business. I like the simple things, flowers, water, earth, flesh, that sort of thing."
"That could be troublesome," I nodded.
"It is, it is. You know, it was kind of funny to hear you complain how Bob hasn't touched you in over a week. For me that's nothing. Alec hasn't even thought about me in months!"
"What? Oh, I don't believe that. No man could resist a beautiful woman like you."
"You think I'm beautiful?" Her eyes lit up for a minute and another thrill of pleasure trickled through my loins. "You've made my day. But that's how it is, old Alec wears me like a carnation in public and at home he dumps me in a vase to keep me nice and fresh. I don't know ... it's all so disappointing."
"Don't you have lovers? I would in your circumstances."
"I've tried that but they were all so dull. Sometimes I wonder if I've just had bad luck with men or if they truly are inept as a species." She laughed dryly to pass it off as a sophisticated crack but I detected an undertone of despair in her voice. That was all I needed. I placed my hand on her arm and caressed that most innocuous of limbs slowly without saying a word. "You've had more experience in that line, I should think," she went on. "Tell me, do you honestly like men?"
"I like everything," I said. Her eyes widened briefly, then she looked away nervously. She wanted me but she couldn't face it just yet. I would have to introduce her to herself gradually. My hand kept on stroking her arm, coming oh so close to her delicately formed tits now and then but never touching. "We're in the same boat, really, two sensual women who haven't been fully appreciated or discovered by their men. What do you think we should do? Should we wait and hope for an improvement? Or do we try new things?"
She turned to face me and her almond eyes were troubled. "I feel like such a pervert!" she whispered. But her hand came to rest on mine and our fingers entwined. "But a woman has needs ... hasn't she?" I nodded and drew her toward me. She came more willingly than I had expected, and when our lips met hers were the first to part. Our tongues flicked at each other like mating snakes. Her skin was incredibly smooth and her flesh was as firm as a boy's except that it yielded more under pressure. I gathered her into my arms and drew her over on top of me, and we kissed all the harder. I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth and caressed her with both hands in order to help her bridge the gap between her lust and me. There were still doubts in her mind. Now and then her tongue would back off and her lips would go stiff, but those moments grew less frequent as her body warmed to mine.
"Have you done this before?" she asked me.
"No, never," I said, "and I never felt like it until I saw you nude." It was a deliberate lie and it worked. She looked me in the eye for a second and then smiled broadly, pleased to have had such an effect on me. We kissed some more and now I let my hands travel down along the smooth incline of her back right down to her buttocks. They were flexed into tight balls of muscle but when I touched them they relaxed and turned into resilient globes of female flesh, the kind that made me want to squeeze them off! I loved the feel of her body on top of mine, her silky skin, the hard nipples pressing against me, and the feel of her warm breath brushing past her cheek. Everything about her felt soft and warm and perfumed. Already I was wondering what she would taste like and how she would sound when aroused.
Step by step we learned what the other liked best. Her tits were very sensitive, much more so than mine, perhaps because mine were so much bigger. She liked to put her face between my tits and to press them together with both hands, just as she liked for me to nibble her nipples. Touching them was like licking my clitoris, and once that was clear I gave her tits a going over she would never forget. I made her stop all the things she was doing to me, and she had to place her arms behind her head, just so I could sit on her and suck her tits. Nothing else, just my lips and teeth on her nipples one after the other, working her over until she was crying for mercy and her body was jerking up and down as though she was possessed. Since she was on her back and I was on top, it was no big switch to go down on her, and as soon as she was on the boil I slipped down to press my face between her slender thighs. Her pussy was more delicious than I could have imagined. Two plump lips appeared from under the bush of pubic hair, and behind them was the ragged flesh of her inner cunt, shocking pink and dripping wet, slippery and sweet, and her cunt hole just about sucked my tongue into itself. All her sexiness was concentrated in that small area, and my mouth both conveyed and received more pleasure than either of us could handle.
The two of us were soon reduced to two writhing, mindless bodies, making love under the sun by the side of the pool in the best of suburban traditions. Before I knew what was happening she had wrenched my body around and fitted her lips into my pussy in such a way as to suck my juices right from the source. At first we were frenzied, eager to satisfy the many needs we had accumulated. But once each had shocked the other's system with a couple of resounding climaxes, we started to settle down. Then it was time for slow loving, caressing the other's smooth skin, breasts, ass, brushing lips along erogenous zones, kissing and touching with a special relish. That, as it turned out, was merely an interval. Now that our husbands' neglect had been compensated for we developed a real yearning for each other.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you at the reception," I told her in between kisses. "You were so sleek and self-possessed that I couldn't help but wonder how it would be to make love to you."
"Did you think I was self-possessed? I wasn't in the least. You had me shaking from head to toe but I wouldn't admit it to myself. Strange, isn't it, how you can tell whether you're going to like someone at first glance."
"Yes, it is." We lay side by side on the deck chair and exchanged pecking kisses, tense, a little greedy, and our hands touched and intertwined to squeeze the other's with a passion. Then they parted and moved to the other's breasts, soft again, to caress deflated nipples back into hardness and to savor the spongy firmness of the flesh. Our intimacy was complete. I could sense what she wanted and she did all the things I wanted her to do. Our hands slid down along bellies, down to those brakes of pubic hair to insinuate fingers into moist, warm slits, and to grope for the mystical orifices. Elaine began to finger me with slow, deliberate movements, working it into me like a slender cock, and I parted my legs with a heartfelt sigh. It was hard to touch her pussy while she was busy with mine so I went back up to her tits. But in the end I had to surrender to her probing fingers.
She moved down to kneel at the end of the chair and rested between my legs so she could watch her finger going in. "This is wonderful!" she enthused. "You know, I've often wondered what a cunt would look like with something in it."
"Then put more in," I moaned, "and make it look even better."
"Okay but I'll be gentle." I could see myself through her eyes, or rather, I could see my cunt. I had often gazed at the reflection of it in a hand mirror, propped up between my legs as I masturbated the morning away, and I had just about turned it inside out in order to see every aspect of it. I loved its contours, its strange, pink configurations, the way it could open and shut hermetically, the way it felt and how juicy it could get. Now another woman was checking it from all angles and her pleasure was contagious. It must have been running over with juice because each time she poked her finger deep in I felt a new rivulet run out and down to my asshole. Two fingers entered me. Elaine was breathing hard and her other hand was between her own legs.
I folded my hands behind my head and watched her lazily. My body rocked with the passions her driving fingers produced in me but outwardly I remained calm. It was such a treat to see her beating off both of us. Her face was twisted with the strain of climaxing and fingering me at the same time. Three fingers entered me without warning. My back arched upward and my feet moved back to find support, then I had adjusted. She had the three middle fingers up me so that her palm faced up and the thumb and little finger pressed against both labia. As she fingered me her hand turned from side to side, opening me wider and wider, so wide that it was almost embarrassing. If it hadn't felt so nice I would have asked her to stop!
Her little finger joined the bunch and it didn't make enough difference to make me give in. On the contrary, it felt great to have so much firm flesh up my cunt. When I closed my eyes I could imagine that an over-hung male was raping me and when I opened them I saw a beautiful woman crouching before my cunt, her eyes shining with lust as she guided her fingers into me. I was very sloppy by the sound of it and very loose! There was no sense of strain at all, just an exhilarating sensation of open- ness and freedom, of unlimited capacity. If the king's regiment had galloped up the driveway at that moment I would have invited them all in, along with their steeds.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, checking with me before she went any further. I tried to tell her how great it was but to my astonishment my voice didn't work. So I nodded and kept on taking in great breaths of air. Moans escaped me occasionally, a few gasps, but whenever I tried to express how wonderful it was it became imperative to take in more air. My body seemed to be consuming a vast quantity of oxygen for some reason. Her thumb joined the bunch and at this point my pussy balked ... but not for long. The tips of her fingers fitted in first, then the first set of knuckles, and under pressure my cunt gave another inch and with a sloppy coughing sound her whole fist disappeared up my cunt. At once the cunt muscles contracted to fit neatly about her wrist, and now I had a cunt full of hand. I didn't know how to feel. My head was spinning and the strangest sounds were coming from the back of my throat. It felt uncomfortable and yet it felt erotic as hell. When she began twisting her fist from side to side it became conclusive. I started to yell my head off with pleasure and she joined in, both of us airing our passions vocally while she fist-fucked me and I writhed madly on the chair.
"My God!" she panted when she finally withdrew her fist and watched my cunt resume almost normal dimensions. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I'm still coming like a volcano and in all my married life I only came once."
"When was that?" I panted.
"When my old man was drunk and stuck it up my ass by mistake," she laughed. "I never did tell him about that, he'd have thrown up. Oh, Leona, let's do it again and again. It was such a joy to make love with someone who knows how."
"Anytime," I promised. We let ourselves into the pool gingerly and swam a few lengths to wash away the sweat and shrink our genitals a little. Suddenly Elaine took hold of me and looked me in the eye.
"I can't keep this secret any longer," she said seriously. "Now that we're lovers we shouldn't have any secrets from each other, right? Well, then I must tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"That your husband is in town screwing Annie Barker right at this moment. Oh, Leona, I should have told you sooner but I couldn't rat on my own brother!"
"I understand." A coldness swept through me and bit my heart with frost. "Where does Annie Barker live? I want to see this for myself."
"You can take my word for it."
"I do but before I take any action I have to be absolutely sure. That man will pay if he's cheating on me, Elaine. I was prepared to be faithful to him but if he's not reciprocating he's in for a shock."
"I'll take you there. He deserves whatever you give him, even if he is my brother. Alec has made me see that women have to stand up for themselves."
"Really? Okay, you're helping me now, and later I'll help you with yours," I promised. We dressed and left the premises in her car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Elaine hadn't been fooling me. She took me to a small clapboard house on the edge of town and led me into a neglected yard at the back where, among old tires and prams, we had a good view into the bedroom. I could make out a naked body on top of another but that was all. "Does she live alone?" I asked. Elaine nodded, and as one we snuck around to the back door and entered on tip-toes.
The sounds of, a creaking bed and an impassioned girl reached us the moment we stepped inside. The place was a mess, garbage everywhere, unwashed dishes, clothes hanging from lines strung up in the living room, and the smell of dog shit blended in with all the other stale odors. What would Bob want in a place like this? When we got to the bedroom door, that became clear. The girl was a peroxide blonde with big sagging tits, white with blue veins showing clearly through the skin. She was overweight and badly made up, and Bob had tied her arms and legs to the bedposts so that she was completely immobilized. Not that she cared. A cigarette was stuck between her red lips and she puffed on it listlessly in between making dove-like sounds of passion. Bob was on top of her, his face buried in the pillow, his hips undulating steadily as he drove his prick into the blonde's formidable cunt.
I was stunned, shocked, appalled! The woman was at least forty, trying to pass for seventeen. Since Bob lay at an angle across her body I could see one and a half of her tits washing and slopping from side to side like jelly in skin bags, each time he thrust his cock into her. His hands were under her ass, no doubt digging into her soft, decaying flesh. I had married a pervert! Elaine looked at me and shrugged. At least I didn't have to worry about real competition. Bob would never throw me over for a slut like this! That's what Elaine's look intimated. But I was seething with fury. I could have understood a fresh young girl or a black woman or an oriental lovely, someone who could give him something I couldn't. But an old slattern! That was too much!
He got off the blonde suddenly and untied her hands only to tie them again the other way around. He did the same to her feet and now she lay on her belly. Of course he had stubbed the cigarette out for her first and the woman coughed raucously as my husband fingered her large, misshapen buttocks. White, mottled flesh, red near the split where her buns met, suddenly hairy down further, dark hair in contrast with her head's hair. He squatted behind her and shoved his cock up her asshole. That was one cock that wouldn't be getting inside me for a while! What really hurt my feelings was the way he enjoyed it. He was grunting and grinning, fucking the blonde hard just as I liked it, and she lay there like a corpse! She only showed a sign of life once, when she asked if he would untie one arm so she could have another cigarette.
"Shut up, lie still!" my husband snarled. He hit her about the back of her head and the woman muttered a curse and resumed her passive role. Bob continued to fuck her up the ass for a long time. Elaine and I watched him simply because we had trouble believing our eyes. He got off after a long time and stuffed pillows under her belly. Now her big ass was high up in the air and her cunt glared at us, a red slash amid the dark hair, ragged flesh, an abused cunt. Bob started fucking her asshole, slipped it up her cunt, back into the other orifice, alternating between them until he was bored with that. He got up again and found a length of rope in a pile of garbage in one corner of the bedroom. With that he started to whip her but that wasn't turning him on either.
"Oh fuck it, take out your teeth, Samantha," he told her.
"I can't, you've got my hands tied, remember?" she protested.
"I'll do it then." He twisted her head to the side and took her teeth out. She coughed and opened up wide. Bob kneeled down and shoved his cock right into her mouth, and Samantha took it like a two-car garage lets in a Volkswagen. He got his cock good and wet, then undid one of the ropes holding her arms and then reached for the other.
He wanted to get back to it but she insisted he free her legs as well. Only then did she roll over on her back and again open her mouth. Bob lay crosswise over her face and jammed his cock deep down her throat. He rested his head on his folded arms and started to fuck her face with a fury that I could only covet. In and out, mighty strokes that must have driven his knob into her stomach. Samantha lay there unprotesting and let him do what he wanted. Solitary-looking teeth adorned the bedside table. My husband groaned and carried on like a schoolboy getting his ashes hauled for the first time. Samantha carried on like a trollop doing it for the millionth time.
At last he came. She waited for him to blow his wad down her throat, then pushed him away and walked over to the bedroom window. She opened it slightly, coughed, and spat the lot out. I shuddered to think that we might have been standing there.
"So when are you going to bring your darling boys over, honey?" she said as she flung herself back down on the creaking bedstead. "I'd like to get at their young asses some time soon."
"Don't you talk about them, you harlot!" Bob said with sudden anger. "They'll never have anything to do with the likes of you."
"What's the matter, I'm not good enough for your little tribe? Then how come I'm good enough for you?" She cackled unpleasantly and lit a cigarette.
"I wish I knew the answer to that. In any case, my boys are going to marry virgins so they'll never have the problems I had with my wife. Goddamn women don't know their place anymore. I guess that's why I pay you, just so you'll shut up and let me have my way."
"Don't I give it to you? Come on, Bob, let me introduce your boys to the wonderful world of sex. m make them believers, I promise you." Bob turned red with fury and hauled off to hit her one, but he changed his mind and just shrugged.
"No point talking to you. You're just a cunt hanging off a pair of udders." He started to get dressed and Elaine and I snuck out of the house as quietly as we could. My revenge had been formulated for me. Bob was worried about his sons, and now it was my duty to make him worry even more. That bastard had blotted his copy book from cover to cover. If he had told me of his predilections I could have helped him out. He knew there wasn't much I shied away from. Well, he'd had his chance and he had blown it.
"You see, it's like a sickness with him," Elaine said when she drove back. "He blames it on his first wife now but he's always been the same. He just imagines that she started to screw around because she was too worldly from the beginning of their marriage. You understand that, don't you, Leona? He can't help himself."
"That's bullshit. He could help himself if he wanted to. And since he hasn't I'm going to teach him a good lesson."
"If that's what you want," she sighed, "only let's keep our relationship out of this feud, all right?"
"Of course! I wouldn't dream of involving you in this, darling!" I kissed her affectionately and we held hands for the rest of the way. My mind was turning over: who should I pick first? Tony appealed to me most strongly and he was sure to be the virgin in the group. The others might be but it seemed unlikely to me. Tony had two other merits going for him. He was home more often than the others and he was interested in me more openly than his brothers. The other two tempted me . . . Mel with his muscular body, Gene tall and no doubt well-slung. But Tony was the path of least resistance.
Over dinner that evening I started to work on the handsome boy. My eyes met his several times and lingered, burning into those dark eyes of his until his long lashes fluttered and he looked away. Bob was cheerful and attentive, a good father, good husband, but I had to force myself to be nice to him. There were moments when I felt like stabbing him with my fork! It was Tony's night to help me wash up, and when we were alone in the kitchen I made my first move. The others were in the living room watching TV, talking, smoking, and in the kitchen it was quiet and private. Tony kept looking at me nervously but I was no longer sending signals. However, when he bent down to put away some pans I suddenly grabbed him from behind, and squeezed his balls most gently. He snapped back up and looked at me with wide open eyes but I pretended nothing had happened.
Some minutes later, when the tension in his face had died down, I asked him how he liked having me for a stepmother. His answer was a flattering one and I pressed him a little to see how sincere he was. "We all like you," he told me as we disposed methodically of the washing up. "The first day we met you we agreed that Dad had made a good choice. Do you like us, too?"
"Oh yes, you especially," I said with a wink, the kind that could be pally or sensual depending on the receiver's state of mind. Young Tony's mind must have been attuned to the sensual because he blushed vividly. "You and your brothers are very handsome. I guess the girls are forever chasing you, huh?"
"I don't know," he said. "We don't get to leave the farm much. Dad likes us to stay home, do chores, homework, stuff like that." He sounded resentful and I couldn't blame him. Still, it was good news for me. Three horny boys alone in the house with me! I kept stealing sidelong glances at him, imagining him naked, hard, and in bed with me, lying face down between my legs or on top of me or taking me from behind, and with every new image my desire for him took a leap. We talked on, about school and other matters, and became good friends in the process. Now if I could only get him away from the others for an hour or so!
The men were in the living room, sprawled over couches, idly watching television. Bob had his boots off and a can of beer in one hand. It looked as though he intended to spend a night at home for once. Such a move would have made me happy a day earlier but now it just made me more frustrated. I used all the tricks of self-restraint that I had learned in my previous marriage and so the evening passed by pleasantly. Tony sat on the couch not far from me, Bob was on the other side, and I was torn between the two.
"Time for bed," said the head of the household suddenly. He stood up and stretched, then held out his hand for me to take. He pulled me up to my feet and began to walk toward the stairs leading to the bedroom. I could hardly believe him! Why should I go to bed when he felt like it? But again I swallowed my bile and followed him. "There, alone at last," he said as he closed the bedroom door. "Now let's make passionate love."
"What, again?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hey, don't be mean! I know this past week hasn't put much of a strain on the bed but I was preoccupied with business. Now come here, you big beautiful doll!" He held out his arms and made to grab me, but I dodged him nimbly. "What's the matter, don't you love me anymore?" he asked, half jokingly.
"Of course I do but it's red sails in the sunset this evening," I lied.
T don't care if it's a whole armada! Come here to me and let's make love," he roared, advancing toward me with a manic look in his eyes. One half of me wanted him desperately but the other half was far more impassioned. No, he wouldn't get me, not after digging his dick into that whore, not after lying to me so shamelessly! When I resisted again he began to get the message. "You don't want to, right? You're not bleeding at all, you're just being ornery! Well, Leona, you're my wife and I can take you if I want!"
"If you want me to scream the house down, go ahead." That stymied him. His sons would never understand. He threatened for a bit longer, even lunged at me and tried to rip my clothes off, but I raised my voice and stopped him dead in his tracks.
Finally he got into a sulk and announced he'd be sleeping on the couch that night. I told him good riddance. As soon as he left I took off my clothes and slipped in between the cool sheets. Of course I regretted not giving in to him. I could use his long cock to scratch that wild itch at the bottom of my pussy. If only he hadn't fucked that squalid blonde! Goddamn it, couldn't he have picked a nice, wholesome farmer's daughter? At least I'd be able to understand it.
I heard the boys going to their respective rooms. It was ten o'clock and they were all early risers. In the living room the TV went off. The house was utterly silent, so still that it weighed down on my ears. I felt very lonely suddenly, near to tears, and I thought of my son with Julie, the two of them nestled up in their warm bed. Best to go to sleep. I reached for the light and almost turned it off but then my door opened and someone snuck inside.
"Why's Dad sleeping on the couch?" asked Tony. He had on his pajamas and he looked grave. "Did you two fight?"
"Shut the door," I whispered, "and come over here. I don't want to disturb anyone."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. They never wake up, not even when the dogs bark." But he shut the door anyway and came over to sit on the bed, on the other side from me.
"Yes, your Dad and I had a fight but it's no big deal. And what about you, can't you sleep?"
"No, I can't. Can I sleep with you tonight since Dad won't be here? My mother used to let me do that all the time but when she left... can I?"
"Sure you can, baby," I said, experiencing a rush of maternal feelings and harsh eroticism. "Come on, snuggle up to me."
"Oh, you're naked!" he cried, recoiling from the bed. "My mother always wore a flannel nightgown."
"Then hand me one from that closet and I'll put it on." He kept his back turned to me while I slipped the gown over my head, and when I gave him the signal he got into the bed with me, still blushing. His feelings were hard to hide. He wanted more than comfort from me but he wasn't conscious of his desires. Either that, or he was just shy about asking me. I turned the light down to a mild yellow glow and took the boy into my arms. He lay with his back to me and his hands were on mine. There was no movement once we got into that position. I wondered what to do next. With James it had been relatively easy. He couldn't tell anyone but his mother, and that was me. But with Tony! Could I really trust him?
His body felt hard against mine, warm, breathing, under his pajamas. I turned the light right off, hoping that would stimulate him to action. It did, but not before a long wait. Finally he turned to face me. His arms went around my neck and his body merged with mine. Now there was something really hard against me, something that poked into my belly. Out of habit I reached down and took it in hand. A jolt ran through his body when I got hold of his cock but he didn't try to move away.
Now that he had accepted that, there was no need for me to wait for him. The commitment had been made. Breathless, my heart pounding, hands unsteady, I began to explore further. One hand was down in his pajama pants, fondling his cock. It went down further to caress his balls, tightly packed in a finely corrugated scrotum, further down to his asshole. I let one finger touch him there and it was as though I'd plugged him into a power socket! The boy gave a start and spread his legs wide. Unhappily that stretched his pajama pants so as to restrict my access.
"Let's take off those pajamas," I whispered. He nodded but let me do it for him. "Did your mother do this for you, too?" I asked jokingly. Tony didn't see the joke. Yes, his mother had done that for him. "She did? How long ago was that?"
"Oh, I don't know, years ago," he said absently, "or maybe I dreamed it. It seems real."
"Maybe it was." He was naked now and still huddled into my flannel-covered body. I was dying to get undressed with him but it might make him uncomfortable if I rushed things. His hands were very close to my tits and his hard, slender cock told me he was ready for me. I caressed his back slowly, lingering over his hard, yet squeezable, buns. Whenever my fingers came too near his asshole he gave a funny little jump, and that tantalized me strangely. Without warning him I moved down into the bed and lay with my face over his ass. My thumbs held his buns apart and I lowered my face into the split, breathing in the odors of bath soap, sweat, and a faint tang of shit. His skin was so smooth and taut, his flesh so young and firm, that I couldn't resist going down on him all the way. His breath came hard and fast, waiting for me to do the undreamed-of.
My tongue reached out and touched down on that soft circle covering the tense muscles. There was no hair growing nearby to mar the silkiness of his skin. Tony lay on his stomach, his head resting among the pillows, and he trembled slightly while my tongue went round and round his sphincters. I wondered how I would feel in his position if a stepfather was to rim me with such love. The very idea made me tremble twice as violently as my stepson. His asshole was shut tight against intruders and it took a lot of persuasion to get it to open up enough to admit the tip of my tongue.
I fondled his buttocks and stuck my tongue up his ass for as long as my jaw muscles could take the strain, and when that came to be impossible I gently turned him over and began to lick his balls and cock. He had such a sweet set of balls, hard as nuts and still able to slip up into his belly. Tony seemed to have lost track of what was happening. He kept heaving deep sighs of utter contentment but he took no action at all. He lay there like a happy baby, and in a way I was encouraging such regression. I sucked on his cock with ease. It was half the length and width of his father's dick, and it was a lovely change to be able to suck a cock whole without the slightest strain. Tony thought so, too. A few minutes of sucking made him tighten his stomach muscles; his hands clenched, his trembling grew more pronounced, and his ass moved up and down erratically to push his cock deeper into my mouth.
I didn't want him to blow just yet. As soon as he reached a critical point I took my mouth away from his erection and took to kissing his belly, his thighs, any part of him but the one he wanted me to kiss. Once or twice he tried to stick his cock into my mouth again, muttering something about 'mummy', but I ignored his attempts. That flannel night gown still came between us and my frustration with it grew by the minute. I wanted to feel his body against mine, to receive those super-virile little tremors directly. At the same time I didn't want to upset his routine. "Tony, take my nightie off," I said, kissing his chest and nipples.
"All right," he quavered, but without hesitation. Uncertain hands reached for the garment and began to tug it over my head inch by inch. I had to stop kissing him and everything else while he worked it up with little or no skill. But off it came and when the last of it slipped over my hands Tony threw it aside with a smile of triumph. His eyes fastened themselves on my tits and his hands dug into the big fleshy mounds right away. "Oh boy!" he exclaimed. "They're much bigger than my mother's were."
"You like them to be big?" I asked.
"I love them!" He buried his face between the pendulous dugs and pulled me on top of himself for the sake of losing himself in my flesh. Deep purring thrills coursed through my body. I got up a little and moved my tits from side to side to slap and drag them over his face. The boy responded with expressions of delight and much fondling. He really did like tits, I noticed. By pressing them together he was able to introduce both nipples into his mouth at once, and he sucked at them as if he'd missed nothing but his pacifier these past ten years. In the process he managed to feed my lust enormously. My pussy was quailing with its ecstasy, oils trickled down the insides of my thighs, and my nipples were hard enough to fuck very tiny vaginas with. Tony sucked on noisily, kneading my tits with both hands and refusing to stop for breath.
My needs required him to eat another part of me. My cunt couldn't sit on the shelf any longer, it needed meat, cock, tongue, fingers, anything! Tony didn't want to let me go but I insisted. My loins straddled his face, my cunt hung over him like a black widow spider, and in the faint light filtering in through the windows I could see his eyes widen in amazement at my daring. Only curiosity made him take a taste, just a nip with his lips, a smacking sound, and then he came right up into me to suck at my plentiful juices as if he was parched! I thought of my son, James, and how he had loved that part of me. Tony was a good substitute.
"How do you like eating pussy?" I said through clenched teeth. My head was thrown back, both hands were on my tits to keep my nipples good and hard, and my hips moved my cunt to and fro with short, tense motions. "Have you ever had a mouth full of cunt, Tony?" He shook his head but took out no time to talk. "Then follow my instructions. Push your tongue right in between my cunt lips, that's the way, now move it up a bit higher, higher, until you feel a hard knob-that's it! You've got it! Oh Jesus, have you got it! Yes, lick it, suck it into your mouth, you can bite on it if you want! Oh my baby, yes, that's beautiful, feel how wet I'm getting! Such talent! Suck it in again, take in as much of my cunt as you can and just rest your teeth around my clitoris - oooohhhh dear yessssssssss!!!" I clapped my hands over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure. The boy's mouth was wide open and he had sucked in my whole cunt just as I'd instructed him. My clitoris rolled from side to side, chafing against his teeth on the way, and the wild shooting pangs of pleasure had me rocking out of control on top of his face.
Tony was prepared to keep it up for as long as I liked but after a couple of eyeball-turning orgasms I just had to take us both on to the next stage. He deserved a good fuck! And I needed one. In the v dark he got on top of me and I led his cock right into the warm stable. It fitted me so nicely and in spite of its diminutive size he could pleasure me as well as the biggest stud. That surprised me, too, but it stood to reason. His cock didn't stretch my cunt to the point at which its muscles decided to just hang loose. And so my cunt clamped around his slender, ivory-smooth cock, constricting more and more in search of sharper thrills, and the very act of constriction brought me new and wonderful experiences.
"Do you like to make love to me?" I whispered during a lucid moment. The boy labored on top of me with such zeal that I had to ask the question three times before it registered. Then he nodded and told me it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. That was all the reassurance I needed. My arms were wrapped around his strong back and my legs were up in the air for maximum penetration, and I let him fuck me to wherever he want me to go.
I loved young boys! I loved the way they galloped, heedless of coming too soon or wasting a good erection. What the hell, he could get it up in a couple of minutes even if he blew his balls dry! What did he care? Tony had no technique, no understanding of what he was doing. All he had was lust, lust, and lust, my three favorite qualities in a man. If only Bob would direct all of his energies to me, he'd be just as good as his youngest son. "Fuck me, Tony!" I whispered into his ear. "Go as fast and hard as you like! God, I love to feel your cock inside me, I love it, love it! Yes, stab me with it, stick it to me, oh Tony, you young buck, fuck me all night long!"
"It feels strange!" he gasped suddenly, and a burst of hot cream filled my cunt a moment later. His body twisted desperately as he struggled to stay in the saddle. He couldn't. His cock slipped out of my over-lubricated cunt and large drafts of cream shot along my belly, some of it reaching my tits! I had never seen any male come as much. It kept blurting out in thick streaks, and when it was over he collapsed beside me. But it wasn't out of tiredness. He wanted to figure out what had happened. And while he thought about it I let my hands rub his sperm into my skin with lazy, loving motions. I could smell the sharp wheaty fragrance of it and the smoothness made touching myself all the more sensual.
When it had all been rubbed in I let my hands wander over in his direction, to take his pulse so to speak. His cock had gone limp but at first touch there were vibrations of life fibrillating throughout it, starting up that youthful machine once again, and within the minute he was as hard as ever. The erection was his cue to repeat the same process. I was ready for him to fuck me anally but Tony was a sensitive kid, too much so to introduce him to the whole gamut. Besides, I was more than happy to lie back and let him work on top of me. I loved his energetic rhythm, the way he panted and that big, silly grin plastered all over his face. All I did was rest my hands on his muscular buttocks so as to sense the full power of his masculinity. "Go, baby," I told him in between affectionate kisses, "make your stepmother feel good all over. Can you feel it in your toes? I get all warm inside and tingly too, but only when a man makes love to me beautifully, the way you do it."
"You really like the way I do it? Boy, I've never done this before, I guess it comes naturally!" he panted, not missing a beat. I squeezed his buns and drifted into a nice big woolly orgasm. From there on it was all dessert. He plowed into me until his muscles just couldn't take it any longer, and then his balls emptied themselves out and the boy collapsed on top of me. He was half asleep before the last of his cream had been blown into my pussy but I wouldn't let him drift off too far.
"Come on, put on your pajamas," I told him. He obeyed me sleepily and I slipped the flannel nightie back on. Tony cuddled up against my back and snored softly. I put the light on and picked up a magazine to read myself to sleep. Inwardly I was glowing with triumph and satisfaction. Bob was asleep on the couch downstairs, horny, uncomfortable, and unaware of the fact that I had just fucked his youngest son. What a revenge this was! But it was far from over. Mel and Gene would have their turn on me before I would consider the debt repaid. And then? Would I tell Bob to his face that I had been to bed with his sister and his sons? He'd kill me! No, it was inner satisfaction I was after.
Having concluded that, I tried to get to sleep, but something nagged at me. Would inner satisfaction be satisfying? Didn't I really want Bob to suffer before my very eyes? Yes, a thousand times yes! If I didn't see him in pain I would never be rid of the image of him on top of that blonde slut!
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, reaching for the cigarettes at the same time and quickly lighting one. When I turned around I found Bob standing at the door. He was surprised to see Tony in bed with me but it looked harmless enough. "Your son wasn't feeling too good so I let him sleep with me. I'm sorry, Bob, but there's no vacancy here," I said coldly.
"So I see. Listen, I'll take the kid back to bed and then I'll make it up to you. Whatever I did wrong, you won't remember it by the time I get through. Come on, honey, what do you say, I'm horny as hell!"
He looked kind of pathetic standing there with his pillow and blanket, but I couldn't give in. If he were to find his son's sperm in my pussy he'd go crazy! "Ssshhh, you're going to wake him up!" I whispered. "Look at him, doesn't he look angelic asleep? Let's talk about this tomorrow, Bob."
"I'm horny now!" he insisted. He came toward the bed and I could tell he had rape on his mind as a last but not unthinkable resort. My mind raced from one possibility to the next. I could make a run for it to the bathroom, or better yet, I could tell him I had to go pee. I tried it and he said he wouldn't take much of my time. "Just let me put it to you, baby, look at this erection, you know it won't take long to come!"
I wondered where he got the energy from and then I remembered that blonde slut again, her rancid pussy around his cock. That member wasn't entering any part of me! In that case there was only one thing to do. His cock was out of his pajamas and sticking up like a flagpole, close enough to me to reach out and grab hold of it. Bob smiled broadly and came closer, thinking I was going to eat him. The very idea made me retch. The smell of her cunt was still present, pungent and stale, and I began to worry about infecting my hand.
"Just a handjob, then," I said, making it sound like a giant concession. My fist closed around his hard stem and began to rub the skin up and down.
"Aw come on, at least eat it!" he said.
"Will you keep quiet! What if your son wakes up, a fine sight you'd make, a real example to him!"
That shut him up. It was as though he suddenly got a vision of himself, standing by the side of his bed, his cock sticking out of his pajamas, hands on his hips. I took advantage of his temporary confusion to give his cock a good beating and to get a head start on his lust. He liked it well enough. The meat under the skin felt like a washboard now and the top of his foreskin slid up and down over his flushed knob with a regular beat, and it wasn't long before his face reflected the pleasure he got from my manipulation.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," he said, grabbing hold of the bedside table to steady his stance. "But I'd sure like to put it up your ass. Remember how much you liked it that first day? Boy, I've never seen a woman who liked to get fucked up the ass so much. Come on, honey, get on your hands and knees and let's play doggies again."
"I just hope your son hears all this!" I hissed indignantly. "Then he'd know what a pervert his father is!" Bob blushed again but I couldn't tell if it was out of embarrassment or sexual pleasure. His cock was thickening in my fist, so hard that I couldn't pull it down toward me. I sat up in the bed and rested against a stack of pillows so as to bring him off at my leisure. Bob took advantage of this change in position to fondle my tits through my nightie.
"Why are you wearing that thing?" he asked. "You remind me of my wife in that dreary rag!"
"Do you want me to sleep with your son in the nude, Bob? Jesus, what is the matter with you this evening?"
"Oh hell, you're his mother now, he wouldn't take that amiss," he blustered. I could tell the possibility had suddenly dawned on him that Tony and I might have been fooling around and that he didn't like to think about it. His eyes grew troubled, his cock grew limp, but I wouldn't give him any indication that I understood his distress. "No, that would be crazy," he muttered as if to reassure himself. "The kid accepts you as his mother already."
"Still, for the sake of decency it's best I wear it," I said, and tugged at his cock harder to revive it. That took quite a while. Bob kept looking at Tony, then at me, and I wondered if he had realized how good looking his youngest was. If I would let myself go down on him it would have been simple to get him hard again, but I couldn't do it My fist moved so fast that it became a light blur against the dark background of his cock, and slowly, slowly, I gained ground. New blood pulsed into the erectile tissue, he stopped brooding, and he had to find support again for his wobbly legs.
"That's beautiful," he groaned, working his hips in time with my rapid stroking, "you're very good at that, oh yes, that's it, pull it harder, I won't be long now, go baby, go, beat it for me! Take it in your mouth now, here it comes, open your mouth, suck me off! HURRY! HERE COMES! OOOOHHHH JEEEEE-SUS! COME ON, OPEN UP, I CANT HOLD IT NO MORE, AAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!" I opened my mouth as wide as I could and held his cock above it without touching any part of me. Hot sperm shot out in the first load and from there on dripped down in long, white streaks that fell to my tongue and dribbled down my throat ever so smoothly. Bob was too far gone to notice my reluctance to eat his cock, but there would be questions later. I was more worried about his noisy cries of ecstasy.
"Now get back to the couch," I said as soon as he had tucked his dick back into his pajamas. "I'm dead tired and you must be, too."
"I guess you're right." He picked up his pillow and blanket and left the bedroom. When the door closed behind him I looked at Tony. He looked to be fast asleep. But a minute or so later he raised himself on one elbow and looked me square in the eye.
"You're a tramp!" he said icily. "That was a terrible thing to do! You make love with me and then you do it with my father. You'd do it with any- body!" He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. So there I was, alone! The boy was jealous and he would get over it. I felt sorry for him but at least he'd leave me free to get to his brothers. Everything was working out very well, I thought as I turned the light off and turned on my side to go to sleep. By the end of the week I'd be the focus if not the head of this household.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Can you drive a truck, Leona?" Mel asked me over breakfast. When I looked surprised at the question, he explained: "I have to harvest wheat today and Gene has to go into town with Dad, so if you can drive a truck you'd really speed it up for me."
"Well, yes, I have driven trucks but I don't have a license," I said.
"This is a farm, not a freeway," Gene laughed, and the others joined in heartily-except for Tony, of course. He merely glowered at me, hurt in his eyes. Bob seemed to bear me no grudge, and that made it hard for me to be angry with him. I spoiled him at breakfast with great batches of buckwheat cakes and great coffee, but beneath all that I was determined as ever to go through with my plan. And the opportunity Gene offered me was too good to miss.
We walked out into the area behind the silos where the vehicles were parked. The truck was a monster with countless gears, and he had to explain the more esoteric points to me before I trusted myself to get inside it. He climbed into the cabin of a giant harvester and drove it into the vast wheat fields that stretched the horizon. As we left, Bob and Gene drove away in the pick-up truck, with Tony sitting in the back holding his school books. My pussy vibrated with good omens. Big, strong Gene, the quiet one in the family. I was willing to bet he was a powerful lover, not the most imaginative perhaps but one who could satisfy a woman simply by not stopping until she gave up. I watched as he cut the first straight swath into the golden field, and when he got back he transferred the load from his storage bin into the truck. I drove it to the silo and lowered an enormous vacuum cleaner hose into it, which sucked it all up. Back to the field, back to the silos, working until it was time for lunch. I was disappointed that he hadn't tried anything with me all morning, but we had all day and I hadn't given up by any means.
"Come on in," he said, opening the door to the cabin on his harvester. "It's air-conditioned in here." I scampered up and joined him in there. It was a luxury cabin all right, air-conditioning was just one of its many features. The seats were comfortably padded and upholstered in leather, a stereo played soft, resonant music, the windows had been tinted, a two-way radio connected him with the house, and the dashboard contained a slew of green-light dials all set in lacquered wood. The lunch I had packed us was spread over a small table, and he took two bottles of beer from a cooled compartment.
"This is lovely!" I exclaimed, looking out over the golden wheat surrounding us. "And I thought you farmers had it rough! Boy, I know people who'd kill for a room like this cabin."
"Yeah, I guess," he said, munching his sandwiches and washing them down with beer. Now that we were so close and all alone, I began to look at him with different eyes. Again I was impressed by the strong muscles rippling along his arms, the barrel chest, and the square-cut face that betrayed so little emotion. But there was more to him than that. He exuded a strong sexuality that set my every nerve on edge. I couldn't figure out why he had that effect on me. Perhaps it was his self-assurance or his indifference, in any case my pussy began to water and I began to worry that the juice would soak through my jeans and show up before I was ready to make my move. All through lunch I had to control my hands to stop them from shaking. My nipples were hard and since I hadn't bothered to wear a bra that day, they poked out through the man's shirt I had been given for the occasion. Did he notice such things? His stolid countenance suggested that he thought of nothing but wheat.
I'd like to fuck you," he said suddenly and unemotionally. I've seen the looks you give me and now I want to take you up on it."
"What?" I nearly fell off my seat with shock. "Did I hear right?"
"Let's not play around," he said. "I know you want it and I've got it. How about it?"
"But you're my stepson!" I trotted out a bunch of platitudes but inwardly I blessed him for his forthrightness. He heard me out and repeated his original proposition. "Oh Mel, it's not that I don't want to," I said, "but I don't want to hurt your father, you understand that, don't you?"
"I'm no gossip," he said, brushing his sparse beard to get the crumbs out of it. In spite of the gravity of the situation I started to laugh. It was like the sphinx saying its lips were sealed! "What's funny?" he demanded to know.
"Nothing, nothing. Okay, we'll make love, I'm yours," I said, throwing up my hands helplessly. Then I waited. Mel didn't move. "Well?"
"I don't much like to play sticky wickets and shit like that," he said. "I leave that to the women. All I do is fuck."
I understood. The table was in our way and I packed it behind the seats, then slid toward him and embraced him about the neck. Mel sat still but his lips responded when I kissed him. It felt strange to me to be seducing this grown man. His body was so hard and strong, so big compared to Tony's or James's, that I couldn't quite figure out where to begin. But that came easily enough after a few kisses.
My fingers opened the buttons of his shirt and pushed it out of the way to expose his broad, hairy chest. With a sigh of bliss I rested my face against it and breathed in the scent of his sweat, so acrid, yet so pleasing. Briefly I wondered why I was going through all this trouble just to get him to lay me. I was still more than attractive enough to get what I wanted my way! But the way he stated his case had impressed me. He was a specialist. He fucked! And he had to be very good at it, or else he wouldn't be so sure of himself.
"Do you like what "I'm doing?" I asked in my little girl voice as my hands toiled to undo his thick leather belt.
"You're doing fine."
I unzipped his jeans and looked on with bated breath as his pubic hair emerged. A bit further on the thick base of his cock became visible, then more of his stalk, and more ... and more! He was half hard and his cock lay on an angle over his left thigh, a thick length of brown cable girded by dark blue veins, but his knob was not vet in sight. With a high-pitched cry of frustration and ecstasy, I pulled his jeans down with all my might, and there it was, his knob! I couldn't believe my eyes! Nine, maybe ten inches, as thick as my wrist, inflated before me and bobbed up as in an invitation. "Now I understand!" I sighed.
The music throbbed on and my body began to beat in time with it. The sight of his cock nearly devastated me. I sat there, bent over his snake and staring at it, and I simply forgot what to do next. "One woman in town can take it all into her mouth," said Mel in his level voice. "Nobody else has done that." It was a challenge, of course, and I sprang to meet it as soon as I had removed my clothes. In spite of the air-conditioning I was sweating profusely. Naked, I felt more agile, more able to deal with so much man. My fingertips ran along the hard tube of flesh, so smooth on the outside, so hard on the inside. I felt faint and sort of melted down about his cock with my face. Only half of his shaft made it into my mouth but I was only beginning. First I had to taste what such a big cock could do for my head!
I prepared myself for the onslaught by relaxing every muscle in my body. That wasn't hard since my passions were so hot that everything had gone, gooey inside anyway. Then I ran my tongue in spirals about his cock and made it shine with my spit Mel approved in his tacit fashion. He lounged back and occasionally took a sip of his bottle of beer. His balls were licked thoroughly, his asshole got a going over, then back to his cock, that great big beautiful cock that kept getting bigger the more I tongued it. My mouth opened wide and without touching his dick my lips slid down toward his balls, only stopping when his knob bumped into my palate. I thought of the time a doctor had shoved a small stick down my mouth and I had gagged. Now, with a veritable limb in my mouth, there wasn't the slightest impulse to do that. New energies were in play, produced by my lust I could take all of him and his balls as well!
It took a while. I had to work his formidable knob into my throat with half twists, coordinating his entries with my breathing rhythm. But the time came when his pubic hair brushed against my nose, and soon after that I had hairs tickling my lips. I moved my head back a little, took a deep breath, and let my face drop over his cock to get all of him in. Mel wasn't so cool anymore. He put his beer down and held me by both shoulders while his hips worked his cock deeper into me, making sure not a millimeter of his meat was left out "Well, you're number two now," he said at last, and released me, probably because he thought I was choking. Again I drew back and took in air, but this time I held his ball bag up and stuffed it into my mouth along with his great cock. The strain was terrific but it was worth it to hear him correct himself: "Number one, I mean."
I let his balls go and started to blow him more easily, running my tongue along his knob, cleaving my lips to the sides of his thick shaft, fondling his ass, and doing everything that pleased him. I had almost forgotten about his promised fuck until he tapped me on the shoulder and said: "Hey, listen, I want to fuck you now but I've got to get to work as well. You don't mind if I do both, do you?"
"Er .,. anything you say," I said, too bewildered to think straight. He hoisted me up on his lap and I stood on the floor while he aimed his cock at my cunt. As soon as his knob had been fitted into the hole he pulled me down on it, and I thought I'd expire! It was like jumping out of a plane and landing cunt-first on a telephone pole! "Hey, take it easy! Oh Jesus, no, take it out, take it out, it's too big!" Like father, like son. Only this boy didn't know he was a special case. Instead of releasing me he pulled down on me even harder, and that immense cock forced my cunt to stretch to the maximum. As soon as he was right up me he started the engines and the harvester rolled up to the next line of wheat to be cut.
"You can steer," he said. "Just drive nice and straight." That was easy for him to say. He grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me far enough to give his loins some play. That he used to drive his cock into me with short, hard strokes, and with every stab my eyeballs took a spin. The harvester wasn't hard to control under normal circumstances, but for me it became impossible. I sweated and concentrated on the task but each time I got the thing back on course he shoved his dick up through my belly again, my eyeballs turned a hitch, and the steering wheel seemed to go haywire! It felt so nice, though. I loved the feel of his dick in me, the way it penetrated, the way it throbbed and the pressure it brought to bear on my whole cunt. It felt as though my clitoris had been swallowed up when his cock entered me, and now it was getting chafed and drubbed like he had a special attachment for that purpose. I couldn't enjoy myself fully and drive at the same time so forgot about the latter. My hands stayed on the wheel but it wasn't me driving.
As he made inroads on my inhibitions I bent further and further over the wheel and he followed me up until he was standing behind me and driving his cock into me like a pile-driver! Great thuds heralded each arrival, my juices washed and sloshed about in there, and my clitoris glowed like a light in the dark! "OOOOOOOWWWW!" I heard myself yowl. "OH-AAAHHH OH CHRIST, UUUUGGGHHH, AAAAHHHH, SSSSSSSSSS!" I tried to tell him how wonderful it was but the first letter no sooner came out than he'd give me another shove and that was the end of trying to make sense. I clung to the steering wheel as best I could to keep my footing for him. Mel had his hands on my tits and his thrusts started far back now that he had my number. Each time he drove it up me his belly slapped against my ass and my eyes bugged out. There was something of his father about the way he fucked, and it occurred to me several times how I missed Bob. But the son was a virile young bull so there was nothing really lacking. His cock seemed to be digging deeper with every stroke, opening up new areas of excitement, and I kept hollering and drooling and having a wonderful time, hoping he would never blow.
Many minutes went by, him fucking, me yelling and climaxing, but suddenly we were interrupted by a loud buzzer. "Oh shit!" He pulled out and pushed me over into the passenger seat. "Goddamn storage bin is full!" He pushed some levers and the rotors were lifted above the crop, and he began to turn the wheel around. For a moment he looked bewildered, then he stopped the machine altogether. "Where the fuck are we?" he asked me. When I didn't answer he opened the cabin door and stood on the roof to survey the field. When he came back in he was shaking with laughter. "Damn! You're the worst pilot any man ever had. Go look at what you done, woman!"
A great, tortuous trail had been cut through the wheat, long and nonsensical, completely at odds with the regularity of the fields and the rest of the machine's work. I was red in the face about it but in my condition I could only take work so seriously and no more. My body was in full flight and arrested in mid-climax. "Why don't we stop here and finish what we started?" I asked, but the boy was too busy laughing. I had never seen him so amused.
"That's the funniest goddamn thing I've seen since Dad left the pick up double-parked one time, and he came out to find all the other parked cars had left. There's his truck, right in the middle of the road! Ahahahahaha!"
"You're a peculiar person, Mel," I said. He was getting me annoyed. "Now when are you going to take care of business?" His cock was still good and hard, if he hurried we could pick up right where we had left off. But he started the harvester up and drove it back to the truck. He asked me to help him and the two of us worked at transferring the load by means of sophisticated machinery. Strange to be operating machines while we were both nude. I felt kind of animal and free at that moment, and my eyes kept wandering over to Mel's big cock. It was somewhat deflated but still big enough to do me in. Wheat piled up in the truck. He was obviously going to finish the job before attending to me.
The storage bin was empty and I looked at him expectantly. Mel jumped up on the running board of the truck and peered into the back. Then he held out his hand and helped me up. Without warning he took me around the waist and threw me into the mound of grain. I screamed and tried to get out but he was on top of me in an instant, his hands opening my cunt hole up, his cock banging away at me already. I surrendered at once. His cock entered along with a few grains of wheat but nothing mattered except that he finish his fine fuck. A few thrusts and I had forgiven him for the delay. A few more and I was right back where he had me at the time the buzzer went off.
The grain was deliciously rough against my skin, and as he fucked me with his powerful strokes he drove us both deeper into the pile. The sun shone down on us, loose grains rolled along our bodies, got in between us, scratched and tickled, and slowly covered us. I got lost in all that gold and all that sex. It was like a crazy dream! We sagged down the heap to the side of the truck and the grain kept rolling down on us. When I opened my mouth to let out a yell of bliss, it got in, more got up my nose, and it all seemed to add to the experience.
When Mel came he fucked like a bucking bronc. His limbs shot out in all directions, his cock banged into me left and right, his balls slapped my asshole and his teeth sank into my neck, but best of all his cock released a blast of hot cream that whitewashed my innards from top to bottom. I knew I had been fucked. My body tingled all over and my head felt empty. I didn't want to do anything, not talk, not smooch, nothing, just a cigarette and some peace and quiet. Mel was good at the last two. He rested on top of me until he was all better. Then he got off, helped me out of the back of the truck, and left me to go to work.
Just like that, he was gone. I leaned against the truck and smoked absently as I watched the harvester cut into the wheat field. He would have to work solidly to erase that crazy pattern before his father came home. And I would have to help him, too. I had to unload the truck in the nude because my clothes were still in the harvester. When I got them back I regretted having to wear them. All I seemed to be doing these days was putting my clothes on, taking them off, putting them on again only to drop my drawers again-what was it all for?
Mel and I worked solidly until dusk fell. Way down the field there was still some evidence of our careening trip through the crops, but no one would notice. He said nothing about it to me. We were too hungry for talk, and when it was too dark to work we were too tired as well. But no one cared how tired I was. The dinner had to be cooked, and I was the one who did the cooking. Tony gave me a hand preparing the food. He still wouldn't talk to me but he wasn't as angry anymore.
After dinner I soaked in the tub for a heavenly hour and tried to figure out whether I ought to go straight to bed or if an evening's TV was called for. Elaine dropped by and helped me out of my quandary. "I want you to help me," she said as she drew me aside. "My husband came home and I tried everything to get him to screw me. That limp prick wouldn't do it! I'm desperate, Leona, you have to help me. If he doesn't make it tonight I'm going to leave him and that's that!"
"Don't be rash, you've got a good life with him," I said wearily.
"It's been going on for too long," she said. "Please, Leona, be a friend tonight, help me to seduce him!"
"What good would it do even if we did get it up? I couldn't come over every time you wanted to get laid, could I?" I wanted to sleep, rest, be done with the worries of the world. If Elaine hadn't been so desperate I would have shown her the door, but she insisted on my coming with her.
"You'll think this is silly," she said, "but I want to remind him how nice it was to fuck, I want to provide him with a few sexual fantasies, and maybe that'll get him started again."
"I see ... well, okay, I'll come with you." Bob and the boys didn't mind my going out, but Bob reminded me sharply to be home by bedtime. He wanted to try again obviously but he was going to be disappointed. Elaine drove me over to her place and hurried me along the driveway. She really wanted to get laid!
"Hello, darling, you remember Leona don't you?" she said nervously. Her husband, Alec, looked up from his newspaper and nodded distantly at me. He had on a smoking jacket and horn-rimmed glasses and looked like a throw-back to a '50's situation comedy. His hair was crew cut and he had on sensible black shoes. The question that presented itself to me was: why had she married this asshole? "You don't mind if we sit here and talk, do you?" The top of his head was visible over the newspaper and it shook from side to side. The master granted his permission.
I looked at her to see what she had in mind. Elaine was nervous and fidgety, her fists clenched and unclenched, and I could tell she was making a big decision. After some minutes she turned to me and whispered for me to come into the kitchen with her. In amid the pots and pans she presented her manifesto: "This is it, Leona, boom or bust. We're going to take off our clothes and dance in like a couple of whores in a quiet brothel, and if that doesn't stoke him up nothing will. Are you game?"
"But what if he tells Bob?" I worried.
"Do you think Bob would believe such a story? I mean, it's not as if Alec was a sex bomb of a man."
"Okay, let's do it," I grinned. The idea was kooky enough to appeal to me. We stripped off our clothes and hung them over the counters, then took each other by the hand and took a deep breath. Suddenly we rushed out of the kitchen, singing the Bugs Bunny song, and we danced right into the living room, circling about Alec. He looked astonished and paralyzed. His paper dropped out of his hands and his mouth fell open as his eyes followed our wild, bacchanalian dance. We really put on a show for him, turning round and round, bending over, coming at him pussy first, wiggling our tits, blowing kisses, the works! A red-blooded man would have jumped up and joined us. Not Alec. He watched until we were close to exhaustion, and then coldly told his wife to go put her clothes back on.
"Fuck you!" she said. She was breathing hard from her exertions and her face glowed red. No longer was she nervous or scared. She had thrown off the last of her inhibitions and instead of being the obedient housewife he wanted, she flung her arms about me and planted a kiss smack on my lips!
Now her husband came to life. His face turned red as a tomato and he leaped to his feet with enough momentum to send him bouncing over to Elaine. He grabbed her by the hair, spun her round and slapped her hard across the face. "Don't be disgusting!" he yelled. "Now put your clothes on and tell this woman to go home!"
He made me very, very angry. Elaine was crestfallen and looked about to give in, but I had just begun to fight. "Don't listen to him," I told her. "It's two against one, remember?" She looked at me in surprise, and then the light went on in her eyes. Alec lost some of his poise when we turned toward him. "Look at him, we could do him over with no trouble at all."
"Yes, we could!" she replied, and as one we attacked the man. He was, luckily, too much of a gentleman to punch us, and that left him virtually defenseless. We wrestled him to the floor and beat up on him to our heart's content. Neither of us could hit very hard but a few good blows hit him in places that bled or bruised easily, and within minutes he looked a real mess. "You superior bastard!" I heard Elaine hiss. "I wanted to do this so often, to just slap your smug face good and hard but I never had the guts to. Now you've pushed me too far."
"Get the hell offa me!" he said in a quiet, menacing tone. We paid him no heed. Both of us sat on him and belabored him with our fists until he bucked suddenly and threw us off. "Now, you bitches!" he yelled, flinging himself on top of us. "Now you'll get what you've been begging for!" He grabbed us both by the hair and began to drag us around the room. The pain was tremendous! In desperation I wrenched free and leaped up to charge at him with lowered head. I got him right in the midriff and the man went down with a gasp of shock. Elaine got on top of him again and this time we pulled out all the jambs. We hit and slapped and scratched until our arms were tired.
"Now let's rape the motherfucker," said Elaine. She was grinning broadly and her spirit infected me. Yes, let's rape him. He was ours to do with as we pleased, our helpless, bleeding, scratched up victim. A look of fear glinted in his eyes and he tried to put up some resistance but his spirit had been broken. We undid his preposterous smoking jacket and his shirt, took off his tie, unzipped his pants, both of us laughing and cackling over his defeat.
"Help me take off his pants," she said, and while I lifted his ass she pulled at the cuffs and slid them down his legs. Boxer shorts covered up his privates. I wondered how big this man could be. The moment Elaine removed his briefs I stole a peek and was truly surprised.
"My God, it's an anaconda!" I gasped, looking at the limp, curled up snake in awe. "Why, he makes your brother look like an underprivileged person!"
"Isn't it beautiful?" she smiled proudly. "That's the reason I married him . . . but little did I know how unwilling his spirit was."
"Listen, girls, enough is enough," Alec said feebly. He tried to sit up but his wife promptly pushed him down again. Both of us fingered his cock to our heart's content, and pressed fond kisses upon its rosy knob. Oh, to bring this magnificent tool to life! My cunt quaked at the very idea of accommodating it, and I understood why Elaine should get so desperate to get laid. Having a cock like this in the house was like a million dollars; but to have it limp all the time was to have the money under someone else's lock and key.
"Can you hold him down, Leona?" Elaine said irritably as her husband persisted in his efforts to escape our attentions. I nodded and moved up along his body, straddling him all the way. A look of horror came into his eyes as he watched my pussy come closer and closer to his face. And when I sat on his face he tried feebly to push me away but it was too late. All of my weight pressed my cunt down into his mouth, he had to open up and eat it, I left him no choice. "Yes, that's good," Elaine told me. It certainly was. I sat back a little so he could breathe through his nose but that was the only concession I made. For the rest I moved my cunt about against his mouth so that his teeth chafed against my clit and rubbed me into a state of distilled pleasure. The fact that he had become so passive pleased me, too. So many men had reduced me to that state, now it was my turn. "Yes, very good," Elaine muttered behind me, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of the wash of spit around a cock too large to be sucked.
I turned around and sure enough, she had her mouth wide open and both her hands wrapped around a suddenly fat cock, and she was doing her utmost to take it into her face. No wonder her husband was so passive now. There was enough cock for two, so I turned about on the pivot of his mouth and bent over to get a taste. Elaine reluctantly made room for me, and the two of us kissed the bulging side of his cock, sliding up and down, pecking at his balls, running our tongues about his knob, and generally turning his cock into a cast-iron monument to the universal phallus. It took a lot to get Alec hard but once he was there he was obviously a stayer!
"Beautiful!" I breathed, working my cunt around into his face and caressing his cock with all fingers, teeth, tongue, and lips. Forgotten were the epithets I'd bestowed on him when first we came into the house. A man with such a cock couldn't be all bad. Elaine's mouth was very close to mine and we managed to share long, lingering kisses with his cock coming between us, but Alec couldn't see because he had a face full of ass. He was even doing a little tongue work on me, a most pleasing sensation for which I rewarded him with bucketsful of juice. This was turning into a wonderful party!
We kissed his belly and his balls, we went down on his ass together, and Alec cooperated fully now, lifting himself up, spreading his legs, and eating my pussy full blast. He wasn't bad at it, either. His tongue insinuated itself into all the right crevices and he knew how to lick a clitoris into insensibility. But he wouldn't rim me, and that was a disappointment, especially since we were eating him right out back there.
"Go to it," I said to Elaine, "this looks like your big chance to me, baby." She nodded, gave him a few more licks, and then mounted him deftly. Alec seemed unaware of it. He kept digging his tongue into my cunt with the same regular beat. I moved back a bit to give her room to bounce about but I kept on taking shots at his dick. It felt so good against my lips, throbbing against my flesh, smooth and hot, a loaded pistol! When Elaine got down far enough I was able to combine two pleasures in one. Her cunt was dripping wet and her juices mingled with out spit to cover his cock with a shiny film as if to flavor it. The fragrance of her cunt blended with his sweat; so many sensual delights just for me!
"Push it up me, Alec!" I heard Elaine moan. "Oh God, I need it so much. Yes, that's the way, right in me, right in me, that's where it belongs. Oh darling, if only you knew how it felt!" I was pushed out of the way when she leaned forward, and eventually I got off her husband's face so she could monopolize him. But Alec made sure I stayed near enough for him to finger my pussy even at the peak of his passion. It was a lovely sight to see the two of them fucking so passionately. Elaine's beautiful, slender body writhed about on top of him, working his dick into her body from all angles, to different depths and at varying speeds, working him and herself to get it all just right even while her face was screwed up in ecstasy and she seemed on the edge of losing control. Alec was a different man. He had a hold on her hips and jiggled her about until she looked like a limp rag doll on top of him. This was the kind of treatment she really got off on. It must have felt great! I could just imagine that big cock inside me banging around like a loose clapper!
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, eyes closed, mouth slack, her nails digging into the skin of his chest. "Oh Alec, fuck me, fuck me. AAAAAHHHH DEEPER, DEEPER, YES, YES, OH MY GOODNESS YESSSSSSSSS, OH ALEC, ALEC DARLING, I LOVE YOU!! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" Both of them had forgotten about me. His finger was still inside my pussy but it was no longer moving around. I moved back off it and started to finger myself in order to keep abreast of their passion. Alec lifted his torso off the floor and slowly forced her down until he was on his knees before her and she was on her knees facing him. His clasped both her buttocks in his big hands and moved her to and fro over his mighty dick. Elaine just hung on to his neck and kept her face buried in his shoulder, emitting tiny moans and groans, building up to yet another climax.
I was getting desperate. Their fucking inflamed my passions to the point at which I simply had to have something big and hard up my cunt I looked around for an object that could be used as a dildo, but their household was eminently respectable. I looked into adjoining rooms, and finally checked out the kitchen. I found a large carrot there, which I cleaned thoroughly. As soon as I was back in the living room I wetted the carrot with my spit and, with my eyes on the fucking couple, I started to push it into my cunt inch by inch.
At first it was very easy. I moved the carrot into my cunt in short bursts so that my juices would cover every part of it. But the more of it that got into me, the harder it became. The carrot was a thick one, gnarled and hard, and when I closed my eyes I could imagine a farmer getting on top of me, driving his endless dick into my yawning pussy with tentative but powerful strokes. The moaning and groaning so near to me was a great incentive to put more and more of the vegetable up my box. I felt greedy and horny and wild, and I didn't stop jamming it up myself until only the green bush stuck out. Then, with practiced motions, I started to fuck myself.
They didn't notice me until Alec blew his stack, and by then it was too late to stop me. I was in full gallop, working the long carrot in and out of my squelching, contracting cunt and sighing and carrying on, oblivious to public opinion. I could feel the impending orgasm, it was within reach, but I had to force the pace to get there. Hard and fast, maintaining a deadly pace for the sake of progress, moving the carrot in and out of me until I dripped with sweat and the muscles of my arms ached, pushing, pushing, almost there, couldn't quite make it; I thought of my son James, and with a rush I cleared the hurdle and landed in a mire of bliss!
"Phew! Sorry about your carrot, I'll get another one for you," I said, throwing the used vegetable aside and mopping my brow. "I had to have a little for myself, though, I got so horny watching you two lovebirds making out."
Elaine smiled her understanding but her husband looked at me with saucer eyes. "You mean you couldn't restrain yourself?" he asked, and for once his tone was uncertain.
"No, when it gets this bad you'll fuck anything," I said. I rubbed my pussy gingerly. It was sore from the eating and the beating, and now that the fun was over the pain showed through.
"But I thought women didn't have such problems," muttered Alec. He had been talking to himself but we both heard him clearly. Elaine and I jumped on him, verbally this time, and it came out that he had never understood that women had independent sex drives, that they got frustrated and horny just like men. "But why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked his wife.
"I naturally assumed you knew," she said. "Oh Alec, do you mean to say you didn't know?"
"It's embarrassing but frankly, no, I thought quite the opposite." There followed some forehead slapping and more talking, and I could see they were limbering up for the next fuck so I asked Elaine to drive me home quickly. She was very excited and told me that this was the breakthrough she had been hoping for. I was glad for her even while I doubted that it would make all that much difference. However, his attitude did explain why he hadn't taken her up on her earlier attempts at seduction. He hadn't known what she was doing! Men! And women! What a bunch of screwballs.
I got out of the car and she immediately turned it round and sped back to her husband to show him more of the light. For a few minutes I stood in the dark and surveyed the house. Would our lives ever fall into place? One more screwball to be screwed and then... the moment of truth.
CHAPTER NINE
Next morning I decided to drop by Julie's place to see how James was getting on. I was still tired when I got into the car. Bob had kept me up half the night with his entreaties, but I had been as firm as he was. No sex until he promised to spend more time at home with me, i.e. until he promised to fuck me regularly instead of when he felt like it. Nothing had been settled. He was mad, I was mad, and sleeping in the same bed had been much like living in different Berlin sectors.
When I reached Julie's apartment I heard the stereo blasting away in there, and I had to bang until my hand hurt before anyone noticed I was out there. James opened up. He had on a bathrobe, open, showing his cock and balls. "What if I had been the police?" I asked hypothetically. He couldn't hear me and I had to walk across the living room to turn the stereo down before he could. "I thought you were the cops," he said nonchalantly.
The place was a mess and his cock looked red raw. There were beer cans all over the apartment and James had a lighted cigarette between his fingers. Clearly Julie was making a man out of him, and very soon she'd turn him into an old man. I had to get him out of there somehow but I could tell by his obstinate expression that he had no intention of doing anything I wanted. Still, I asked if he wanted to come and live on the farm. "The farm?" he said, wrinkling his nose. "What, and walk knee-deep in pig shit every day? No thanks, I'm happy here."
"Okay, I just wanted to know how you felt about that." I stood up and made to leave. James didn't get up. Julie came out of the bathroom at that moment and when she saw me she lowered her eyes. She was nude and her hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in a month. "Aren't you supposed to be at work today?" I asked her.
She bit her Up and failed to answer for a moment or so, then she looked up defiantly and said: "Your son and I have been too busy fucking. So I quit the job and we're getting by on savings. If you want to help us out we'd appreciate it."
"You're both crazy," I said and walked out. It was easy to walk out but not so easy to forget. My poor boy! AH this had happened because I hadn't been able to control my desires. It was my fault and I would have to pay for it. But how? He couldn't be treated like a boy anymore, not since he'd had a taste of sex. WeU, if my plan misfired I'd be joining him soon enough. I sighed and drove back to the farm to see if Gene was around.
I found him in the shed which housed some of the farm machinery and all the tools and spare parts for them. He was under a tractor and did things to it that totally mystified me. "Isn't it running?" I asked sociably, bending down to look.
"Goddamn thing's blown a gasket," he said tersely, and pushed himself out from under the engine. "I'll have to order one and wait for it to arrive before it can be used again." Gene had on overalls and he was covered in grease. He looked at himself in disgust. "Look at that, filthy all over and I'm supposed to be going into town this afternoon! I'm never going to get this shit off."
I heard opportunity knocking loud and clear. "Oh, I can help you there," I said quickly. "Come on, let's go up to the bath and I'll get this stuff off you in a jiffy."
The rangy, serious boy turned to face me and his grey eyes bored into mine as if looking into my motives. "Very well," he said after a brief pause. "If you don't mind, I certainly don't. Besides, I guess it's time we got used to you being the new mother."
That wasn't exactly what I had in mind but it was sweet of him to put it that way. "I'd rather be your friend," I said, walking out of the shed with him. "How old are you now, Gene, seventeen, eighteen?" He nodded. "Well, that's too old to be adopting new mothers. Just as long as I'm part of the family, that's all that counts."
"You got it." Once in the bathroom he hesitated. "Are you sure you don't mind? I mean you won't be shocked or anything?"
"I'll be all right." He flipped the braces of his overalls over his shoulders and they sagged to the floor. That left him with only his boots and a T-shirt on. I pretended not to be looking but while I turned the hot and cold taps on I managed to check if he took after his father or his mother. He was on Daddy's side! What a lovely dong he had dangling between his legs! My mouth watered and I wondered how quickly I could make him see things my way. While the water poured into the tub he took off the rest of his garb and sat on the toilet seat to wait for the tub to fill. There was too much noise in the bathroom to make conversation so he sat there and I went about my business, adding bath salts and getting out the vaseline to loosen the grease. It was deadly still when I turned off the water. Gene came over and carefully stepped into the water. I was on my knees by the side of the bath, stirring the water to make sure he wouldn't strike any hot or cold patches. For a delicious moment his cock dangled within inches of my face and I had the chance to observe every detail of it. I realized at that moment that even without a grudge against Bob I would have gone after my stepsons. They were just too good to resist!
"How's that, hot enough?" I asked when he lowered his ass slowly into the foaming waters. He nodded and clenched his teeth. At last he let go of the sides of the tub and right away a wave of hot water splashed over the side and soaked my jeans. I had deliberately filled the tub to that level for that purpose. "Oh dear!" I exclaimed, jumping up and brushing at the wet material. "What a nuisance! Wait a minute, let me take them off, I hate wet clothes, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess," he said. I gave him the vaseline to apply to the dirty sections of his body, and shed my jeans. Luckily I had put on a pair of panties or I wouldn't have been able to discard my jeans so early in the piece. As it was my stepson got a good look at my pubic bulge and the outline of my cheeks, enough to tantalize him but not enough to forewarn him.
"That's good, now let me scrub you clean." I said. With a brush and soap I got to work on him, scrubbing his hands and arms cruelly. He didn't protest but he winced now and then. Where the grease disappeared there was red skin. It was a sensual experience for me but there was no way of telling how he felt about it. I would have to be a little bolder to get a response. "Hey, stepson," I said in my best California-casual tone of voice, "how long has it been since someone scrubbed your back?"
"Years and years," he sighed. Ah, the lad was willing!
"Then turn away and let me into the tub," I said as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a stepmother to jump into a boy's tub. He obeyed and sat with his face averted while I took off my shirt, bra, and panties. He didn't dare look around when I got into the tub. Another wave splashed to the floor, neither of us cared. The brush foamed with soap and I applied it to his back with the same verve as before, rubbing and scrubbing, telling him to bend forward, raise his arms, until the moment came when he would have to lift a little. "Would you sit on your knees for a while, Gene, so I can do the rest for you?"
"Are you sure ... oh, okay," he said. His ass came up out of the water, a tight ass, two hard-muscled buns that didn't yield even when I scrubbed them hard. I smeared more soap on his skin and worked it into the split between his cheeks with my fingers. That area was too sensitive to take scrubbing! Gene leaned forward and let me have my way with him. That was the sign of surrender I had been waiting for. Now my fingers roved without discretion, soaping his balls, his cock, digging into his asshole aided by soap, but neither of us said a word. He couldn't face me yet and I was glad of it. This gave me a chance to foreplay him into a state beyond reason.
When he was covered in soap I took the shower attachment in hand and moved the nozzle close to his skin before turning on the water full blast. A strong, concentrated stream washed away the soap but that wasn't enough. I directed the stream into his asshole where it splattered and spat and made him shake with indefinable feelings. He seemed to like it. I reached between his cheeks and parted them further with thumb and finger to open his asshole up a little, and pointed the nozzle right at it. At the same time I reached under him and felt for his cock. It wasn't dangling anymore, it stood up straight and pulsed with life!
"Stop! This is like an enema!" he yelled.
"Don't you like that?"
"I don't know, no, take it away," he said, pushing at the nozzle. I redirected the stream to hit my pussy and at once a mad rush coursed through me, Technicolor sensations that made me dizzy. I lifted my pussy further out of the water so that the stream hit it straight on and my clitoris responded frantically. Gene turned around and stared at my cunt with the same serious expression he always wore. He had sat down again but the tip of his dick stuck out like a buoy on the surface, and it was to that tip that I dedicated my masturbation. The water felt so good, so smooth and yet so firm, that I didn't want to take it away from myself. But for his sake I turned it off and laid it aside. "What do you think?" I asked him.
"I think you're beautiful and exciting ... and that my father would kill me if he found us together like this."
"And what are you going to do about these thoughts?"
"I'm going to get out of here right now," he said, and stepped out of the tub. He reached for a towel and for a moment I thought he was going to elude me. His big stiff cock was so close and yet so far away! "Then again, I'm as big as he is so why should I worry?" he said, pausing in the middle of his gesture.
"Good thinking. Bring your cock over here," I said. A dab of vaseline on his knob first. I smeared it on with care, savoring the feel of his hardness as it lost all its friction. Gene waited patiently for me to finish. He sure didn't show much emotion, I thought, but he had a nice businesslike way of going about his chores. As soon as his cock had been greased up he stepped back into the bath. I set the vaseline aside and opened my arms and legs to him, receiving him in style. He lay on top of me and his cock dove into me like a straying submarine. Smooth and easy, dipping into my body and pumping some water into my cunt at the same time. Bells rang in my head: SCORE! All my sons were now my lovers and the balance of power had shifted to favor me. Now let Bob try to assert his independence.
The water splashed all over the place while he fucked me, flooding the bathroom, probably leaking through to the room downstairs. A sense of reckless abandon took me over. I flung my legs about his waist and helped him down for each thrust, lifting my pussy up at him at the same time. Maximum impact! His cock thudded against my womb, his pubic bone banged into mine, and my clitoris received a crushing in between the two. It was all so slippery and sensual! Gene seemed content to let the fuck control the action. His hips moved to a steady beat, in, out, pump some water up me, sprite it out, loving me and washing me, and resting his head on my shoulder. His hands were on my tits and he squeezed them in time with his fucking. Out of the bathtub he might have been boring but in it he was exquisite. It was a mellow fuck, an easy motion from one climax to the next. The sloshing of the water, when I closed my eyes, made it like a fuck on the high seas.
"That's nice," I moaned, holding him tightly to me. "Make love to me, baby, nice and slow, dig in deep, oooohhh now you're doing it right, dig in, mmmmmmmmm! Oh yes, Gene, it feels so good, so thick! You're such a gentle man!"
"Am I now?" he said, and there was an edge to his voice. I looked up just in time to see him pushing away from me. His cock pulled out and water tried to fill the space without success. "Well, that was just the opening. Now I'll show you the real me!" So saying he picked me up and draped me over the side of the bath. The cold tiles pressed into my tits and my ass stuck out. A delicious thrill erupted, the knowledge that he could fuck me any way he wanted to and I would enjoy it. "See how you like this," he growled, jamming his cock into my asshole. "This is what I've wanted to do to you from the first. I've watched you walk around the house with that beautiful big ass of yours, I've watched your cheeks quiver under your jeans, I've seen your panties when you've bent down, and all I've been able to think about since then was your ass. I imagined it naked just as it is now, your meat rippling under the palms of my hand. Oh Jesus, it's much better in real life. Your ass is as tight as a fish's and your flesh, your beautiful flesh!"
The serious boy was losing his cool. His words ran together, he started to gibber, and all the while his cock pumped up me at a relentless, driving pace. The water and the vaseline had made his entrance and my reception easy. Already I felt the Shockwaves of the first anal climax but I didn't let on. "It hurts, Gene, you're too big for that!" I protested.
T know but I love it," he hissed, and then he lapsed into incoherence again. His hands kept on caressing the cheeks of my ass slowly, reverently, and I could tell he was watching the motion of my flesh very closely. It excited me deep down to have him pay homage to my femininity, and for that reason I kept imploring him to stop. Secretly I loved those long, piercing strokes, his cock rubbing against the inner walls with erotic friction, and the way he slammed his loins into my ass to make the flesh move more. The pain caused by the edge of the tub pressing into my chest started to get too much for me. Besides, it sopped me from breathing, so I began to slide over it bit by bit, carrying my humping lover with me. It went smoothly until my ass was over the edge. He almost lost his balance then but he was supported by me. I quickly stuck out a leg and held on, not wanting his cock to lose its place for a second. Slowly we got down on the floor, me on all fours, him hunched on top of me, arms locked under my armpits.
"Mmmmmm, I love the feel of your ass against my belly," he murmured, driving his cock in so deep that it knocked the wind out of me. "Come on now, mother dear, let's go the final round hard and fast! YEEEE-HAAAAAAA! RIDE 'EM COWBOY!" He managed to seat himself on my ass so that his cock remained inside. Both his hands grabbed hold of my hair and held the tresses like reins. His cock dug into my asshole from a very high angle so as to make his knob chafe along the floor of it, and the weight of his body resting on me put a terrific strain on me. But somehow it all came together in one giant thrill. He was humiliating me by riding me round and round the bathroom, and yet I crawled about happily while he sat high in the saddle. He hurt me by pulling my head back sharply with the reins and yet I whinnied obediently. Everything was worth keeping that big cock stuck up my ass! "GIDDYAP! YIPPEEEEEEE! COME ON, GIRL, GIT! EARN YOUR OATS!" He laughed shrilly and kept bumping up and down on top of me to make his cock rub the innards of my asshole into a fury of pleasure. He was playing too rough for me, I couldn't keep crawling about no matter how much I wanted to. My legs and arms gave way and I simply collapsed on the floor. Gene didn't seem to notice. He kept on fucking faster and faster, shoving his cock up my ass with all his strength and withdrawing it only an inch or so each time. The rat-a-tat plunges drove me way over the line. Climaxes burst out of me on all sides, others remained stuck and swelled up immensely so as to leave no room for breathing or thinking or even yelling! Then they popped and ripped to let great waves of emotion flood out, and I'd have a momentary respite before the next balloon reared up. My asshole felt red raw and bleeding but I didn't want him to stop. The pain blended so neatly with the pleasure that it became exquisite. Just to be sure he didn't overstay his welcome I started to contract my anal muscles, and pretty soon he was huffing and sweating and grunting, and not long after that he blew a wad worthy of a bull!
We lay on the cold, wet floor, silent now that all the action was over. Our breathing settled slowly. Every part of me was still running at double speed. When he withdrew his cock the pain began in all seriousness. My asshole felt like I'd shat tacks! I got out from under him and eased myself back into the tub to let it cool off. That didn't help much.
"I'm really sorry about this, Leona," Gene said out of the blue. T didn't mean for this to happen ... but I get carried away, you know?"
"You certainly did, and it was wonderful. Come here, let me kiss you," I said warmly. "You were a terrific lover, everything you did was right."
"Really?" His face lit up. "What a relief-you're not just saying that, are you?" When I shook my head he jumped up and began to towel himself down with energy. "Boy, the first time and you say I'm a good lover, that's really terrific!" "The first time?"
"Yeah, we don't get many opportunities around here. Dad doesn't like for us to go out with the kind of girls that put out. you see, he wants us to date respectable girls. Mel's the only one who gets it at all and that's because he knows this woman in town who lets him have whatever he wants."
"Do you know that woman?" I asked.
"No, he won't tell me who she is or where she lives, but she's a blonde and she's easy," he shrugged. I had a fair idea who that blonde was. I wanted to ask him more questions but someone rang the doorbell. Hurriedly I got out of the tub, dried myself down and wrapped a bathrobe about my naked person, then rushed down the stairs and opened up. My son stood on the stoop, his eyes on the ground, a bag in his hand.
"Well, well, the prodigal son," I said sardonically, "what's the matter, has the painted woman thrown you out?"
"I left her," he said with a touch of defiance. "That bitch was draining me. I couldn't turn around without her wanting to get laid again. That's not normal, is it Ma? I mean, not all women want it ten times a day, do they?"
"Certainly not," I said, a little wistfully perhaps. "Anyway, come in and we'll try to work all this out together." I heard Gene upstairs mopping the bathroom floor. James and I went into the kitchen and I made him some lunch. He told me about his time with Julie and it wasn't a pretty story. They had lived on pizza and soda and spent each and every day in the apartment, either fucking or working up to the next one. James looked pale and thin and I was glad he could live on a farm to get back his health. He no longer wrinkled his nose at the idea of wading into the pigshit, either. Julie had taught him a lesson that he wouldn't have taken from me.
When Gene came downstairs he was dressed in his best suit, and he gave no hint of what had gone on before James arrived. Suspicious people might have connected my wet hair with his, but James was too busy eating. They met and shook hands but Gene had to rush to get to town on time. The bathroom, I found out later, had been cleaned immaculately. Obviously he was a person who could be trusted to always be discreet .. . but what I needed was a little less discretion! My whole plan was worth nothing but fun unless Bob found out about it. How could I get it across to him? How could I let my stepsons know that they had each had a turn on me? No matter how hard I thought, not one idea arose. But then Bob made the final mistake, the one that inspired me.
He called just before dinner to say he wouldn't be home until late. It was business, of course, but I saw the boys exchange winks and besides that I knew he had no business except funny business to attend to. That was the straw that broke the back of my reservations. Bob would find out the hard way. As soon as the dishes had been cleared and washed, I brought out beer and liquor, set it all up in the center of the living room and told my sons we were going to party.
"We're celebrating the return of my son," I said, pouring their glasses full to the brim. "Bottoms up, everyone, we're one big happy family now!" They responded with a rousing cheer and lifted then-glasses high before they downed the drinks. Someone turned on the radio, they helped themselves to my cigarettes, and curtains were drawn. It was an instant party.
After a few rounds of drinks, I decided to make the big announcement. "I have a secret to tell you all," I said, looking directly at Tony. "Now I don't want any hurt feelings because of this, you all must understand that I love every one of you with all my heart. However, I have made love with each one of you, and if you didn't know that I must thank you for being able to keep a secret for so long."
There was a stunned silence. The brothers and my son eyed each other with a mixture of emotions. I wondered if I had made a mistake, were they grown up enough for this? Then Gene said: "I must have been the last one but somehow I don't care. Viva Mother!"
"Viva Mother!" they shouted. Even Tony had forgiven me. He rushed up and planted a kiss on my cheek while the others applauded. The music was turned up louder, more drinks were poured. I felt the alcohol burn in my belly, giving off intoxicating fumes that clouded my mind. What good boys they were, what super-sons! They deserved a treat: me! I finished my drink and jumped into the middle of the floor.
"Put on a raunchy record, Mel," I said, "something to strip by. Tonight I am giving my body to you all as a present, for being the best sons a mother could have!" Much applause. Mel put on my kind of music, smooth with a kick to it, and right away I began to sway before my audience. All I had on was a dress and panties, and I would have to make the best of that. It was shortly before nine. Bob wouldn't be home for another hour. How I teased them with my dress. Even when it was undone and just hanging off my shoulders, I went through a long routine of squeezing my tits and rubbing my nipples against the material, and the boys loved it. Slowly I lowered it, revealing more and more tit. Their flush grew with every inch. They drank and whistled and clapped, sitting in a tight circle about me, and I turned and danced for them as best I could. The erotic side of the situation was overwhelming! The air in the room was hot and stuffy, too many cigarettes, too many people, but it all helped to create the right atmosphere. Already I saw movement in their laps, pants bulged and strained to contain their manhood, and with my eyes brushing over those sensual bulges I continued my act.
The dress was around my waist and I was doing all sorts of things with my tits. I bent over and let them dangle free, shaking them from side to side, straightening up to make them roll like jelly puddings on my chest, and brushing them along the boys' faces. They reached out to touch them but I dodged their eager hands easily. When I had stretched that to the limit I let the dress go down further, a few teases, rubbing myself with the material, pretending to be coming (or was it a pretense?), and finally I let it go. The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, left only with my panties and an enthusiastic audience.
"Viva Mother!" they shouted. Mel took off his shirt and languidly flexed his muscles in a stretch. The others followed suit. It was too hot! Their bare chests thrilled me deeply. I went from one to the other, perching on their laps for a few seconds and throwing my arms about their necks just like a real stripper. My thighs felt their hard knobs sticking up like presented arms, and my hands roved casually over their abdominal muscles, their pectorals, their nipples, all of it feeding my lust. My panties were clammy, stained wet around the crotch, and I made no secret of it. I pulled up the waistband so that the thin material was stretched to the utmost against my cunt, and I let them savor the outlines of my pussy for as long as they wanted. I gave them rear shots, I lay on my back on the floor and spread my legs, I walked up to them with my pubic bone pulsing at their faces, and I even let them run a hand along that wet diamond.
"Take them off!" they shouted. Hands were clapping, feet were stomping, all setting up a compulsive rhythm that overrode the music and got into my blood like jungle drums. "Take 'em off! Get 'em down!" Four pairs of burning eyes were glued to my body, four men were breathing heavily, they were hard for me, their fingers ached to touch me, and all that lust carried over to me to send me into crazy gyrations of passion. My panties came off somehow, and once I was naked I tripped the light fantastic without the slightest effort. I was shameless! I rubbed my pussy into faces, I flung myself at their feet, gave them samples of my juices on the end of my index finger, and they loved all of it. But the time had come when they could no longer sit by and watch. They had to have me!
I felt weak inside when I saw them get up as one. Clothes were removed, hard, large cocks reared up in a row, and suddenly I was a little frightened by the lustful, four-cocked monster I had created. Could I take so much loving? I backed away until the couch hit me behind the knees and made me sit down heavily. A second later they were all over me. Fingers probed and squeezed, someone kissed me, someone else sucked on my tits, and I couldn't see a thing. I was covered in an avalanche of male flesh, hard muscle, hair, the smell of sweat, and I swooned into a miasma of ecstasy. No, I couldn't take this much! Impossible! One man could drive me bananas on the grand scale, four could drive me permanently crazy!
"Please, boys, take it easy on me!" I groaned, pushing at their unyielding flesh. No one took any notice of me. One of them settled between my legs and started to eat my pussy with long licks and greedy sucks. Someone else took one of my tits into his mouth and bit into it with covered teeth, and another boy took the other tit. They snuggled up close and guided my hands to their hard dicks. But what was the fourth doing? It was James who stood up on the couch and leaned into me to feed me his cock. I was proud of him for his initiative. Below him the three brothers were sucking my tits and eating my pussy, but he stood high above them and began to slowly, surely, fuck my face.
I masturbated the boys beside me just hard enough to keep them good and hard for later. My need for a good solid fuck had expanded to include all of them and I wanted no wastage. My son had to be slowed down a bit. He was so anxious to blow that he was using my mouth like a wanton cunt, and so I closed my teeth around his shaft to the point at which he couldn't risk a sudden move. Instead of going fast he rested both hands on the back of the couch and eased his cock right down my throat, moving it back only to let me take a breath. For the rest he was more than happy to feel my warm spit and my tongue around it. It was curiously exciting to have him still in my mouth. All I got was the throbbing of his blood and the sheer bulk of his manhood, but that was enough to keep me hot. I also managed to identify the tit suckers: Tony and Gene had one each, so Mel had to be down on my pussy.
It turned out that he only wanted to prepare it for his penile assault. As soon as I was good and wet, and splayed wide open, he stood up, grabbed hold of my thighs, and hoisted my legs and ass up to where he could insert himself most deeply. His cock deep inside me was just what I needed for balance. Now my whole body was burning evenly, my tits, my mouth, my cunt, and every part in between. I pushed James back a little and let him rest his glans between my lips. I fondled his balls and stroked the firm little buns, but it was all done very absently. There was so much going on inside me that I couldn't focus on much else. Explosions of passion, long flows of delight, sometimes a spasm of pain from my abused asshole, and so much else that was simply beyond description. I let them have their way completely.
Mel came into me with a rush and promptly pulled out to empty his balls on my knees. Gene left my tit and took Mel's position. Once again I was lifted up like a piece of luggage and a long, thick cock entered the now over-lubricated channel of my cunt. For his sake I bore down on my cuntal muscles and he rewarded me with a battering that made his earlier rape seem genteel. I couldn't suck my son's cock anymore and he soon got wind of that. So he took Gene's place at my breast and sucked contentedly while waiting his turn.
How sweet it was! The boys worked so hard and all I had to do was lie back and come! Gene came and Tony hopped in. But he was too small to do much good in a spermy, distended pussy like mine. With a grim motion he lifted me up a bit further and stuck his cock up my ass. The pain almost canceled out all of the bliss they had given me. I let out a yell and hurriedly pulled back to get his cock out of me. But Tony followed me and when I stopped he was still going, so that his cock entered my asshole all the way. Luckily the generous deposits of sperm were leaking out and trickling down around my asshole, lubricating his cock until the pain faded out. Only James was at my tits now. The other two sat by and watched, idly stroking their cocks as if they were trying to start them up for the next round.
Tony finished with a flourish and they all sat back to watch my son mount me. James bravely stuck his cock into my pussy and started to bang away but I was just too big for him at that moment. Mel saw the boy's dilemma and at once he stepped forward to make a suggestion. "Hey, let's play doubles, James. What do you say, Leona, you want to he on the floor for this one?" I complied, moving painfully until I was in the right position for them.
Both boys lay at either side of me, facing each other, and they lifted one leg each over their hips. Then James stuck his cock back in me and waited.
I hadn't really figured out what they intended to do but when Mel pulled my pussy open and maneuvered his cock toward it, I began to see what he meant by doubles. With a deep sigh of contentment I lay back and relaxed totally. The thick cock worked its way in alongside the slender one and suddenly I had more up me than was feasible. My flesh strained to contain them, and when they started to move back and forth in time I thought they were going to rip me open.
"How's that, better?" Mel asked James. James nodded, red-faced, hard as a rock and clinging to me to get the necessary leverage for his dick. It was a brotherly thing to do, I thought, and then I gave in utterly to the strong sensations welling up in my belly. I drifted into a whole new region, self-forgetful, almost neutral corner in the realm of ecstasy in which I turned into a complete cunt and large creatures shaped like dicks kept diving and disappearing into me. The boys fucked me for as long as they wanted and somehow managed to come together. Gene got on top of me and fucked me with nothing but self-indulgence. He held the cheeks of my ass hard together so my cunt dilated around his cock, and sprinted all the way to the finish. I'd had enough.
"Someone get me a wet towel," I said from my prone position on the floor. Tony got one for me and I gingerly dabbed at my pussy and asshole with corners of it. Sperm still dribbled out of me in thick globules, soaking into the carpet and leaving pale marks. Gene and Mel picked me up and laid me out on the couch, then lit a cigarette for me and let me sip their drinks. I wrapped the towel about my loins like a diaper and relaxed.
"What the hell is this!" Bob stood in the doorway and bellowed his question at the world at large. "Are you having an orgy? Are you all mad? Leona, would you mind telling me what you're doing here?"
"The boys and I were bored in your absence," I said tiredly, "so we decided to play parlor games. We had a lot of fun, didn't we boys?"
"We sure did," said they, and faced Bob-a united front.
"This is an outrage!" stormed Bob. "Everybody get out of here, go up to your rooms, I want to talk to my wife! Go on, get!" No one moved. The boys sat down, folded their arms, and gazed calmly at the head of the household. "What's the matter, do I have to kick you upstairs!" he yelled.
"Try it," said Mel coldly, and Gene seconded that. Bob lost his confidence at that point. He looked at his sons, at James, and at me, and suddenly he realized that he was just another member of the family, that he had no special powers and that he had a choice of liking this new situation or lumping it.
"Well, so that's how the wind blows," he said -indecisively. He sat down beside me and poured himself a drink. "You prefer them to me, is that it, Leona?"
"No, I love you all," I said, and added: "in fact, I love you a lot more than that blonde harlot does." He looked at me silently but I knew that he had received my point. "Come on, Bob, don't spoil our fun. You won't go short, I promise you. It'll always be you first."
He was relieved but not convinced. Still, that was enough for me for the time being. There would be plenty of time to bring him around, and no matter what he did I would always have my four strapping sons near me. Bob must have seen that, too, because he suddenly raised his glass to me and said: "Well, the family that sleeps together, keeps together."
