Since the first crude beginnings of mankind's brief tenure on earth, the topic of incestuous relationships has been a theme of major concern and soul-searching importance. Few, if any of us, have not at one time or another analyzed the efficacy, indeed, the very necessity for the existence of the myriad taboos that exist against such relationships, on the level of pure logic. To be sure, there are claims by geneticists that such relationships are more-likely than others to produce defective offspring. But, why then, is the phenomenon of prejudice against this type of relationship so widespread, even amongst peoples who have not the slightest inkling into the fascinating world of biochemistry? In fact, with the invention of "The Pill," the genetic argument even fails to bear its weight in the modern, technological societies from which it sprang.
Purely and simply, the basic argument against sex within the unit of the nuclear family is a sociological one, even more so than a biological one. The nature of man within his culture is a gregarious one, to be sure to seek out others of his own kind for purposes of marriage and sexual intercourse. But the nature of man is also an outward nature, an expansionist nature. Close, but not too close, is the rule here. And,, the structure of most societies is based on that very premise. Thus, when one violates the incest taboo, one is assaulting the basic assumptions upon which the structure of his society is founded. This was the theme of the ancient Greek story, "Oedipus Rex," and it remains the center of concern today.
Nonetheless, the fact of "wrongness," whether or not it is defined in terms of cultural or scientific parameters, does not alter the desire that certain members of the same family seem to hold for one another. If it is unique to our species to view one another in specific social roles, it is by no means unique of our species to produce members who defy such "codes of conduct" in their search for fulfillment in life. It is not infrequently in nature that members of other species indulge in sexual relationships with members of what we would define as their "families." It is therefore not "unnatural" for such relationships to occur ... Even in our own modern society. Genetically undesirable?
Perhaps. Culturally santionable? Certainly. But not unnatural.
In the following story, author John Lewis has probed the subtleties of a relationship of just this sort. A young mother, wronged by her society's values, Marion Peters turns inward in self-defense. She decides, rightly or wrongly, that her own sense of values are equal to or at least no less critical than those of the culture into which she was born. Alone because of the unfortunate divorce of her husband, who left her for another woman, she is expected to cope with a basically good, but unruly, boy who is almost, but not quite, a man. The conditions under which she must face this considerable challenge are further complicated by a voice from her past. A haunting, chilling voice that first threatens, then finally succeeds in breaking down her las "moral" link with her culture.
It is up to the reader to decide for himself whether or not the young mother's actions are justifiable under the circumstances. In any case, the author has presented his story in such a fashion that it appears not in the least unnatural.
-THE PUBLISHERS
PROLOGUE
"Another Hollywood 'hopeful' , huh?"the big man chortled lewdly behind his desk. "Well, take off that coat and let's take a peek."
The young girl standing before him shifted her weight listlessly from one leg to the other and stared blankly down at his name plate. It read, CREIGHTON HOLT, editor. Creighton, she blinked, uncertain as to how to pronounce it, that's a funny name. Unceremoniously, she began to unbutton the front of her heavy Minnesota winter coat. It wasn't Minnesota, and it wasn't winter, but it was the only decent looking coat she owned.
"A little faster, if you don't mind, little girl," the big man snapped. "I've got three other 'Miss July's' to interview today."
The girl's green eyes misted slightly at the added indignity of being forced to hurry in the removal of her clothes before a stranger with the unlikely name of Creighton. Naive and eighteen she might be, but she knew that it would not stop with the coat. What am I doing here? her mind raged as she attempted a small but futile smile. And then, her stomach yawned again.
My God, look at those knockers! the big man's mind enthused. "Is that all you?" he queried lewdly.
The girl nodded dumbly, letting the wool plaid coat slip off her shoulders to drop to the floor.
"Prove it!"
The girl's pretty face burned hotly with embarrassment as she stood staring down at her penny oxfords and knee-length wool skirt and wishing to God she were dead.
"Listen, kid. You want the God damn assignment, or don't you?"
Again the girl nodded, reaching up once more to unfasten a row of tiny fake pearl buttons that ran the length of her pink orlon sweater.
"The bra, too," Creighton Holt added sarcastically, "if you ever get that far. "
A tiny, imperceptible tear fell slowly from one eye as the young girl reached the last button of her sweater. She let it fall as the coat, into a crumpled heap on the floor, then reached behind her back to unfasten the bra that was a full cup size too small for her blossoming figure. Quickly now she finished the unpleasant task, letting the bra join the rest of her clothing on the carpet at her feet.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" the big man exclaimed, leaning forward in his chair and running his tongue over his greasy-looking thick lips. He'd noticed she was large when the girl had first come to his office, but he'd never imagined she would be THAT big. Christ, he thought, she's an easy D-cup ... and she's got a face like a homecoming queen! Instantly, he leaned forward and pressed a key on his intercom set with one beefy finger. "Miss Beldon," he said, "cancel the rest of today's interviews; we've got our Miss July. "He cleared his throat then, "And tell Bruce to set up the studio as soon as he gets back from coffee. "
Then, turning back to the nervous young girl, "What'd you say, little girl? I ain't Dumbo the elephant, you know; you'll have to speak up."
"I said," the girl repeated, "would it be okay if I got an advance ... just a few dollars?"
The big man softened a little. "You really need the bread, don't you, kid? Well, I'll tell you what let's us go down and grab some lunch while Bruce's getting things set up ... okay?"
TJie girl nodded gratefully at the mention of food. It would be her first since before noon the day before ... the same day her rent had run out at the YWCA in North Hollywood.
"Good, good!" he smiled broadly, his gold-capped teeth instantly brightening the office. "There's a Sambo's across the street on Sunset."
Sambo's Schmambo's, the girl thought indifferently, buttoning up her Minnesota winter coat, I'd settle for flypaper soup and a glass of razor blazes right now!
"Say," the big man asked, opening the door for her, "what's your name again ? "
"Marion..." she was sweltering in the heavy coat. "Marion ... Summers," she lied.
"The readers'll swear I made that up," the big man winked. "Marion Summers...'Miss July'. "
They stepped out into the blistery May sunshine and crossed the street at the corner, slipping quickly inside the air conditioned comfort of the pancake house. Several waitresses, obviously familiar with the big man, smiled a friendly "Hello, Mr. Holt," as they passed on their way to a rear booth.
"Hey, cheer up, kid," the big man soothed as they waited for their cheeseburgers. "This is nineteen fifty-seven for Christ's sake ... lots of girls take off their clothes for the candid camera!" He chucked a heavy finger under her downcast chin, raising her face to his. "It might help your career," he lied hopefully.
The girl swallowed dryly, then took a long sip of her ice water to clear her throat. "I don't care about getting into the movies anymore," she said. "All those men want to do is-"
"Okay," a waitress interjected, "who had the cherry Coke?"
Holt covered the girl's trembling hand with a hairy, well manicured paw. "Just eat your food, kid," he said paternally. Then, almost as an afterthought, "These young kids come out here by the thousands trying to break into the movies. If they make it and believe me, kid, damned few do it mostly has to do with their talents in bed, not in front of a camera." He took a mammoth bite of his cheeseburger, tidily tucking in a stray strand of lettuce with a diamond-studded pinky. "You ain't the first, kid," he said, "and you ain't gonna be the last."
Marion chewed thoughtfully, managing a small smile. "I-I guess it's a tough business," she ventured bravely.
"It's a tough world, kid. "
The girl finished her cheeseburger in silence. She still dreaded the experience that lay ahead, but certainly not as much as when she'd first seen the NUDE MODELS WANTED ad in the paper. Maybe, she thought, I ought to just chuck the whole mess and go back to Northfield ... and Aunt Bernice. Still, the thought of returning to the home of the dowager aunt who had raised her since her parents' untimely death in an auto crash when she was in sixth grade sent shivers of dread up her spine. Aunt Bernice and her bible-spouting self-righteousness, her ten o'clock curfews and absolutely NO dates with boys old enough to shave ... ugh!
"You a runaway, kid?"
Marion started to fabricate a denial, but decided the surprised look that had crossed ha face at the unprompted question had already given her away. She nodded gravely.
Holt took a hearty sip of his iced tea and suppressed a belch. "Look, kid," he started, then finishing, "Aw, what the hell ... you kids don't ever listen to anybody anyway. "
"Go on," the girl pressed, oddly curious now as to what this large man with the urge to be her friend had to say.
"Listen," he said, "you take the five bills you're getting for this assignment and head right back to Wisconsin-"
"Minnesota."
"-as fast as your legs will carry you!"
"I-can't do that, "she said. "My aunt would have me put in a reform school or something."
The big man looked concerned. "You got any friends out here?"
The girl shook her head to indicate that she did not.
"Relatives?"
"No."
"Can you type or file, stuff like that."
"Some. I took two units of typing in school. and I worked for the school library. "
"Have you tried the State--? "
"Employment Agency? Yes. They didn't have anything open."
Holt looked at his watch. "We'd better get going," he said. . .
"Jesus Christ, what a pair!" Bruce stammered through the camera lens. Then, focusing, "That's it, baby ... Hold 'em up like you were offering them to your old man."
Resignedly, the young girl did as she was told cupping her fabulous breasts in her hands and raising them in lewd offering to some unseen lover. "L-like this, Mr. Fleming?"
"Yeah, baby ... just like-" CLICK "-that!" Quickly, he reset the camera for the next shot. "Now, let's try one over by the window ... an art shot, maybe. Mr. Holt, whaddaya think?"
"You're the doctor, Bruce," Holt smiled, immersed in his own fantasies as he watched from a director's chair set up in an out-of-the-way corner. "Call 'em like you see 'em."
Marion was more embarrassed than she had ever been in her entire life. Still, she was relieved that Mr. Holt had decided to sit in on the shooting. He really was a considerate person underneath that bulky no-nonsense exterior, and she was secretly glad that he had decided to show some personal interest in her. It made the operation a little less mechanical like she was human rather than a slice of beef in a butcher's display case.
Bruce Fleming adjusted the cross-lighting to diffuse the unusually intense sunlight that poured through the gauzy drapes. "Okay, sweetheart," he smiled, "sit backwards in that chair there ... Yeah, that one. Right. Now lean forward and hang your knockers over the ... Yeah, terrific. That's just great. Hold it. "
CLICK
"Now, look pensive; like you just heard your boyfriend is still missing-in-action in North Korea ... Nice ... Don't move now..."
CLICK
The last shot was easy. All the girl had to do was pretend she was doing exactly what she was doing.
"Okay, let's try a few on the bed. "
Creighton Holt, semi-secluded in his private corner, straightened the rising bulge in his slacks. Oh, yeah, he thought, this Big Daddy is going to enjoy that little trick a lot ... just as soon as Bruce's done his job and cleared out. He watched, mesmerized, as his star photographer led the unsuspecting young girl through her paces. So I'm a dirty old man, he chuckled silently. It ain't gonna hurt this little shit to be nice to her elders ... Besides, runaways don't usually report rapes anyway.
"O-On my knees, Mr. Fleming?"
"Yeah. Now lower your shoulders down to the bed so's your pretty little ass is sticking up in the air. Perfect!"
CLICK
"Now raise up so just the tips of your nipples are touching the bedspread." CLICK
It was all happening so fast that Marion didn't have time to question Fleming's instructions before she was assuming a new ... ever more fanciful ... position. There were prop shots with a straw hat and straw in her teeth, ala farm girl. There were sultry bedroom shots with heels, garter belt and black nylons. There were candid dressing table shots ... bathtub shots ... topless bikini shots ... most all of them focusing on her enormous breasts and dimpled, almost-boyish buttocks. In two hours, Bruce had taken about forty photographs. Maybe ten would appear in the July issue of RISQUE magazine.
"Okay," Bruce said finally, "that's a wrap."
"Y-You mean I'm through?" the girl stammered breathlessly, slipping into the robe Mr. Holt had brought to her.
Fleming looked at Holt and winked. "More or less, sweetheart," he said. Then, his set-up disentangled, "You gonna need me anymore today, Mr. Holt?" There was a hint of hope in his voice.
"I don't think so, Bruce. Good job. Why don't you take off ... I can handle things from here."
Marion watched the business-like little photographer leave, then turned to Holt, emitting a little sigh of relief.
Coolly and calmly, the big man began to unzip the fly of his expensive gabardine slacks.
"W-What are you doing, Mr. Holt ... I-I thought you wanted to be my friend!"
"I intend to be a lot more than your friend, 'Miss Big Boobs' ... a lot more!" He pulled himself free. "Take a good look at what Big Daddy has got for his little girl!"
Marion felt as if her heart would pound right through the thin, sash-tied robe she was wearing. I should have known! she chided herself. Aunt Bernice was right ... men are all alike!
"Okay," the big man bellowed ominously. "What's it going to be, give or take?"
"Y-You can't ... I won't let you ... I'll-I'll-"
"You'll what, little girl?"
"I'll tell the police!"
Holt began to move towards her, positioning himself between her and the studio door. "You'll tell the police, huh?" he laughed cruelly. "You 'll tell them that you ran away from home and was just up here taking dirty pictures when this naughty old man got the wrong impression?"
Marion swallowed dryly, desperately avoiding the sight of Creighton Holt's turgid penis. Slowly, she began to inch backwards towards the window. "If you try anything ... I'll jump. I swear I will!"
Holt narrowed the distance between them by a few more steps. "Go ahead and try it," he grinned. "It's six floors up with a concrete bottom."
Marion fought the urge to scream. A scream would have brought the police. Her eyes dropped to Holt's swollen cock. God! she panicked. Are men supposed to be that big? Her health science book in high school said that the normal male member was between five and six inches in length in the erect state. Mr. Holt was much, much bigger than that!
"If you play ball, it's-likely to be a whole lot easier on you, little girl. "
The red-haired girl's mind recounted a bit of sage advice she'd once received from an older girlfriend back in Northfield ... a girl who had been "raped" on any number of occasions; "If it looks like it's going to happen, let it ... lie back and enjoy it. There probably won't be any way to prevent it, arid you just might save yourself a beating."
Marion knew she wouldn't enjoy it, but she might save herself a beating from a man big enough to tear her limbs off. "P-Promise you won't hurt me?" she sobbed. "I've never done anything like this before. "
"Hurt you? Naw, I ain't gonna hurt you, kid. What do you think I am, some kind of animal, for Christ's sake?"
Defeated, the young runaway girl approached the bed on trembling legs, removed the robe, and lay back in tearful silence while the big man stripped hurriedly out of his own clothes, letting them fall in a crumpled heap on the floor at the foot of the bed. Somehow, his thick red penis looked even longer now that he was naked. It protruded from beneath his liverish paunch at an obscene angle, a large pearl of pre-coital sap forming at the inflamed coralline slit in its head.
"Okay, little girl, spread those legs ... Big Daddy's coming in!"
The shattered and defenseless young girl spread her long white legs as ordered, revealing the virginal pink slit between them to the big man's lusting gaze. "P-Promise you won't hurt me?" she reminded him. "Please don't hurt me."
Creighton Holt looked down and smiled. "Hey, I told you not to sweat it, didn't I? It'll hurt some at first, then it'll be okay ... you'll see." He chuckled obscenely then, "I hope that redheaded mother-fucker don't bite back!"
Marion was sobbing openly now, frightened as she had never been before in her life. The fear ran deeper than the mere fact of losing her virginity; she was scared for her life, what would happen to her after she had let herself be used like this for the first time. God, what if she liked it? Would she become a whore like Evelyn Johnston, her older girlfriend back home in Minnesota? She hoped not.
The big man loomed suddenly over her then, the bed sagging beneath his heavy knees as he positioned himself between her thighs. He supported his massive torso on one strong arm while he held his cock at its base with his free hand, dipping it experimentally into the rust-colored curls between her legs. Christ, she was beautiful! Deep auburn hair, skin so white it was almost translucent, and not a freckle or blemish anywhere on her fantastic body. And those breasts! God, they were as big as sun-ripened cantaloupes and fully as round and firm, riding high and proud on her young chest, their quivering succulent beige nipples puffed out the size and shape of huge strawberries.
Marion bit her lower lip in heartfelt agony until she tasted blood. She was lost, gone completely. All her childhood fantasies of going to bed a virgin on her wedding night loomed up to taunt her in her moment of shame. She felt the big evil man's prick rubbing between her legs, parting the curly wisps of her pubic hair until his flesh made contact with hers. She could feel the bloated wet head of Creighton Holt's lust-purpled cock pressing and rubbing against the tender outer lips of her vagina in his efforts to spread them until, finally, in desperation, he bellowed, "God dammit, you do it! You're just too fucking tight'"
The frightened teenage girl reached down between her own splayed thighs and drew her outer labia apart for the cruel man with an instinctive knowledge of how it should be done. Oh, dear God in heaven, her mind screamed in broken silence, please don't let him hurt me..."AAAaaaaauuurrrggghhh! OhGod ... OhGod ... OhGod ... Please take it out, Mr. Holt! You're tearing me!"
"Am I?" he flexed inwardly. "Gee, that's tough, kid."
Tremors of icy horror thrilled up the girl's spine then, as she realized that only the head of it had entered her. There were still several inches of thickly-veined shaft to go yet. "Oh God, please stop, Mr. Holt," she sobbed hopelessly. "YYou can keep the money ... just leave me enough bus fare to-"
"Shut up!"
The evil editor levered up above the whimpering teenager then, bringing his knees into play as he used them for leverage to thrust still another painful inch or two into the girl's tightly resisting pussy, and taking her hymen bloodily in the process. "See there, kid?" he panted heavily down at her pain-contorted face. "It went quick, didn't it?"
Tears of anguish rolled down the girl's cheeks. In two bone-jarring thrusts, her entire status as a person had been altered. She was no longer a "good girl." She was a harlot. . . ,a whore! The only precious thing she owned had been stolen from her by a paunchy wicked man who was old enough to be her father ... a man who made a business of the flesh of women! Still, there seemed to be no end to her torment as the vile lying man who had pretended to be her friend continued his relentless assault on her battered sex.
Inch after painful inch he forced into her, until his lust-bloated penis rested deeply inside of her bloodied vagina to its hairy hilt, his heavy prickly balls wedged tightly in the crevice of her ass. She was filled completely, nearly numb with the inexpressible pain his hugeness had caused her. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as he began to saw brutally back and forth over her ravished flesh. Oh God, she sobbed, why am I being punished so? Why this horrid dirty man?
Holt's balding head dropped to one of Marion's creamy breasts then, his mouth engulfing the strawberry nipple to suck it to delicious stiffness. He sucked to match the tempo of his fucking ... hard and deep, never ceasing or slackening his pace, completely disregarding the young girl's agonized pleas.
Somehow, even in her most terrifying childhood fantasies, the result of her spinster aunt's morbid fear of men, Marion had never imagined that the loss of her virginity would entail such sheer physical pain and discomfort. Was it natural? she panicked. Or, the utter size of the wicked man? She did not know, and feared that maybe it was she who was to blame. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was too small to accommodate any man. And that thought, too, helped to shatter her illusions of love and sex. Maybe she would never marry. Maybe she would become like her Aunt Bernice ... afraid even to talk to the postman. Oh God, no! her mind recoiled at the unpleasant thought. Not that ... don't let me become like that spiteful, shrewish old woman! She shut her eyes tightly then, trying to close out the reality of her rape with the fantasy that she was being made love to by a handsome prince on their wedding night. Yes! That was it ... she would make herself like it. She had to!
Then, oddly, to Holt's surprise and delight, the young redhead beban to relax beneath his great weight, all the resistance seeming to flow from her taut young body until she lay soft and pliable to his touch. Hot damn! he thought. Big
Daddy's finally brought you through the woods, eh, little girl? Then, miraculously, the excruciating pain began to subside a little as she actually began to moisten there where their flesh was joined. There became only a dull throb, uncomfortable, certainly, but nothing to compare to the knife-edged sharpness of the initial penetration.
Creighton Holt slowed down his pace a little, letting his log-like purple cock slip sensuously in and out of Marion's freshly-deflowered young pussy that felt like a delicious satin pump. "How's that, kid?" he bellowed suddenly. "What do you think of Big Daddy's cock now?"
It was all right! She could do it! The pain was gone and she could actually feel slight twinges of pleasure here and there where the pain had been. Suddenly the fantasy of the prince seemed childish and unnecessary. She was rapidly coming to enjoy the fact that she was being raped by a fat stranger on a studio bed two thousand miles from home.
"I asked you a question, kid!"
"It-it's okay, Mr. Holt ... I-I think I like it."
Her throbbing vagina was drenched now with the warm moisture that seeped down her splayed thighs to join the copperish stain on the bed. She relaxed completely, reveling for a long moment in the masochistic joy of being used and abused like an old rubber garden glove stretched over a fat finger. Then, nearly imperceptibly at first but gradually increasing, she began to respond with little movements of her own, thrusting her hips up like a rivet bucker to Holt's deep hard thrusts, her dimpled satiny buttocks grinding in tiny concentric circles on the sagging mattress. Oh God! she smiled. It IS good!
Just then, she felt something warm and sticky jetting inside of her. Creighton Holt was cumming! Quickly, she increased her own efforts. She, too, wanted to reach a climax beneath the groaning heavy man. Her body contracted then, her toes curling under as a convulsive spasm overtook her, a glorious shuddering spasm that shook her to her roots. "Oh God!" she screamed. "I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGGG!"
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the big man lay panting and heaving above her, his mammoth weight pinning her to the mattress as she rode the delicious afterwaves of her first tingling orgasm. She knew that she had brought it all on herself by coming to this place of evil. She knew, but she didn't care. It was done. She was no longer a virgin. For the first time in her life she felt like a woman, not just an overstuffed little girl. She had broken her aunt's grasp completely.
Holt lay on top of the young teenager for a long moment, letting his cock soften and slip out of its own accord. Finished at last, he climbed off the bed and dressed quickly, wondering what he would do about the nasty stain on the bed. Marion was suddenly aware of the big man's presence again as he stood fully clothed above her with an enormous wad of money in his hands. He peeled off five one hundred dollar bills and tossed them on the bed beside her. "This is for the pics," he said. Then, peeling off a fifty from somewhere in the middle of the roll, "And this is for a new coat. "
CHAPTER ONE
Marion Peters found herself puffing for breath as she lugged her heavy basket of samples from her Volkswagen Hatchback up the walkway to her suburban home which was also her office and warehouse. It was sweltering hot and sticky, and she thought of what she would give to go for a ten-minute dip in the cool waters down at Dash Point. But this was a luxury she did not have time for right now. Deserted and finally divorced by her husband Harry, she considered herself lucky to have found work in these depressed times, even though it was as a saleswoman with a required door-to-door contact.
Well, it was better than standing in the unemployment line, and once she'd gotten the hang of it, discovered she could make a very good living. She had completed her morning rounds, trying to open up a new territory, dealing mostly with housewives and selling cosmetics. Through the afternoon she would type up the orders, do her bookwork, catch some sleep on the shaded patio and then in the evening go out with an entirely different line of merchandise, one which would sell to men living alone who were usually confused by the thousands of items offered in supermarkets.
Pursing her full lips into a fine oval, the redheaded woman strode with long, flashing suntanned legs toward her house, her skirt flaring up to bare her twitching ass-cheeks as a sudden gust of wind swept through the area. Her full, tip-tilted breasts jiggled under her thin summer blouse and she laughed at the wind, her green eyes sparkling as she unlocked the door and brought the sample basket inside.
It hit her as soon as the door banged shut ... the silence of an empty house-- ... her son Randi was still not home from school ... or was probably out with his biker pals. For a moment, she thought of running back out and making more calls, but decided instead to stay and wait for her truant son, meanwhile typing all the paperwork that had to be completed.
It was times like this when she realized that, despite her son, she was a very lonely woman; and for a moment she wished that a man had been waiting for her ... a man who loved her and would take her in his arms and comfort her and fulfill all her womanly needs. There had been many men offering themselves in the two years since Harry had left her for another woman, older but richer. But somehow they had all reminded her of him, with his dark good looks and smooth ways, and through the entire time she had remained chaste.
It had not always been easy, and there had been times when, although feeling a terrible guilt, she had hidden away from her sleeping son in her own bedroom and had touched herself, running her trembling fingers over and finally deep into the hot, wet recesses of her cunt, probing and finally finding release as the warm, thick fluids of her arousal seeped through the auburn-fringed tight slit and the sweet aroma of her excited vagina filled the room. Her mind had fantasized partners not worldly-wise slick men like Harry, but young and as innocent as she herself was, despite the fact that she was thirty-five. She wanted tender lovers with whom she could identify.
At one point she had seriously considered going to a psychiatrist to help her solve her "illicit" emotions, but rejected the idea finally. She knew that, if she waited long enough, the right man would come along.
He would fill her yearning body, kiss her secret, sensitive flesh, and after they'd had sex, would hold her and caress her and make her know she was loved. And for such a one, she would do anything. Even the unspeakable things with her mouth that Harry always had wanted.
She knew now, too late, that to take a man's penis into your mouth and suck him to completion was not abnormal. It seemed from her talks with other divorcees and housewives she had met that it was the accepted thing. And Marion often thought she might have done it, even learned to like it if Harry had gone about it differently. But, half-drunk after a "few" drinks after work with his buddies, he had manhandled her, trying to force his rigid staff into her tightly-compressed lips and screaming obscenities at her. "Suck my prick, you proud bitch!" he had raved. "Give me a lot of those hot lips, and use your tongue! Lick my balls!"
She had clawed him and fought him off and finally he had left her for an older woman who apparently would do those things ... and who also had a lot of money he planned to help her spend. The whole thing had been sickening to the lovely redhead. For months she had cried herself to sleep at night, supporting herself and her son on a small inheritance from her parents, having no one but her old Aunt Bernice to turn to, and whom she would never turn to, until finally she was literally destitute and absolutely had to find a job of some kind. The worst part was that she couldn't understand it. She was convinced she had been a good wife and mother.
The house was spotless, well-cooked meals were always ready, even if Harry didn't show up until hours later, and she had always been ready to part her long slender legs and respond to his rampant maleness, even though there were things she would absolutely not do, like suck his penis. Why should he even want such a thing, when her pussy was so eager to take him? Why would he want to do it to her mouth? And even, in his more drunken moments, try to turn her over on her smooth white belly and put it between her ass-cheeks? That had been the most revolting thing of all! More than once, she had run nearly naked from the house to jump into her car and blindly drive through tears into the night.
Well, that was in the past, and, as she opened her portable typewriter and fed an order form into it and brushed her silken hair back from her eyes, she sadly thought it was for the best. What kind of woman would she be now if she'd submitted to her husband's perverted carnality? No better than a common prostitute! He had been so vile in his demands ... if only he had been gentle and loving, she thought that maybe ... just maybe she would have at least tried some of the things he wanted her to do, even though it was strictly against her conservative upbringing. After all, she knew that it was the duty of a woman to serve her husband and family.
Serving and obeying your husband is one thing but being forced to perform obscene, degrading acts is another, she had told herself many times. Sometimes in the night she wondered if her desperate attempts at self-gratification through masturbation were not as bad as what she had given up her marriage to avoid, and the guilt lay heavy on her in the long predawn hours. But the still lovely woman had rationalized these feelings to some extent, telling herself that if she didn't at least partly satisfy them by caressing her full, wide-set breasts and the silken-haired tight slit of her pussy, she would only fall into the trap of taking a lover, and surely that would be more sinful. And what would she do if her son had ever found out about such a thing?
"Oh, damn!" Marion muttered, and began to type up the day's orders, which she herself would deliver. One of the company's strong points was that by being door-to-door people, they would thus firmly establish personal contact with their customers. It was a successful philosophy, and led to repeat sales, but it was hard work. She had been doubtful about the job when in desperation she had taken it, but it had been surprisingly well paying, even though she had to leave her seventeen year old son alone much of the evening. At least she didn't owe any bills and had been able to put a substantial down payment into this house, when she and Randi had had to move out of the much bigger house after the divorce.
Furiously, in frustration, the lonely divorcee hammered the typewriter until it almost jumped off the table, her fingers a blur over the keys. In a surprisingly short time she was finished, and then went to the garage to make up the orders from her stock. Some items she would have to pick up from the central warehouse in the city, but there was no hurry on that, since she always gave a week or so for those orders. Next, she made up the basket for her late rounds, the items for the single male customers ... college students and bachelors.
The beautiful and love-starved divorcee checked the time. She had just enough time to take a shower before going out on her early evening rounds. Running into the house, she stripped off her clothes as she went into the bathroom and turned on the water. Again, as she was standing under the stinging needles of the shower spigot, she slowly became aroused thinking about having a man to take care of her needs, and she quickly terminated the invigorating and refreshing shower.
The lovely redhead dressed quickly but with care, in a minidress and gleaming leather boots. She used no makeup and tied her hair back so she looked closer to twenty than her actual thirty-five years of age. She knew that the type of customer she would be calling upon in the evening would be more-likely to buy from a young girl than an older woman. She ate a hard-boiled egg and drank a cup of instant soup for sustenance, took her basket and headed out on her route for the evening. It brought her close to the city, into one of the new high-rise developments. The company had gone to the trouble of collecting a list of residents of the apartments in the newly developing area, and classifying them. Before Marion Peters pushed a button, she had a pretty good idea of who was going to answer the door, of how many people lived in the place and of what their income was. She knew where to expect to find a student, or a rising professional man, or a young couple shacked up. The latter she avoided, because the girl, seeing her long, smooth legs and the fullness of her breasts would instantly decide she was a threat. Two students were pure gold because they would take one look and fall all over themselves to buy her products in the futile hope of getting a date and eventually getting her into bed. The professional men, young lawyers or engineers or doctors or the like would be slower but usually bought more.
I'm a whore, Marion sometimes thought. I dress in a sexy way and lead them on and really give nothing. Except that what they buy is good. I don't cheat them like the magazine subscription gang. It's not my fault they want to get me into bed!
She put her basket of samples and her catalogues into the Hatchback and went to work. But it turned out to be a poor evening. The heat of the late summer day had evidently driven most of her prospective customers out of their apartments to the communal swimming pools or beaches or air-conditioned bars or someplace else. Few were at home, although she did manage to raise were willing to buy at least a few items, if only enough to give her a few more dollars toward her home and family. It was certainly not enough to send her laughing all the way to the bank in the morning. Finally she decided that the young men who lived in the high-rise apartments were fleeing from the still hot son, as she wished she could, or were off somewhere with their girlfriends, and she was wasting her time. Perhaps a family neighborhood would be better. Families stayed home more often. She threw her things in the Hatchback and drove to a suburban neighborhood which she usually canvassed in the mornings and began ringing doorbells.
Although she found more families at home, this was no more productive. Housewives took one look at Marion in her short dress and compared her freshness with their own drabness and closed the door in her face before their husbands could get a look at her.
I'm going to have to wear longer dresses, the long-legged redhead thought wearily. She calculated her commission for the evening. It came to less than five dollars, and she had only a little bit longer to work. A lousy day, but then the days were usually much more productive and it all balanced out. This was a stinker hot day for Washington, she admitted, and people were so irritable. Including herself. She would have kicked a dog just out of frustration. "Damn, Damn, Damn," she whispered as she drove slowly through winding, tree-shaded streets, looking for a likely house to make a final call. After which she would call it a day. She would try one more time to sell her products and then to hell with it, she would go home! The air conditioner was running in the car, blasting cold air over her. She suddenly realized that her unsuccessful selling trip had left her frustrated and her. cunt was burning again. And her hand was so inadequate! She pulled to the side of the street and directed the stream of frigid air between her legs as she pulled aside the crotch band of her panties and bared the fleshy lips of her throbbing pussy. She pushed the button that made the seat recline and lay back, her long legs lewdly opened and squeezing her breasts through her dress with urgent fingers, making the long nipples come up hard while her cunt lips opened to the refreshing blast of air. Marion's clitoris throbbed and through her mind flashed passages from books she had read on witchcraft and demonology and the black arts.
Copulation with Lucifer. His penis was supposed to be ice cold. "Fuck me, Lucifer," she groaned. "Fuck me!"
The lewd words brought release as the frigid air streamed over her burning-hot pussy. She undulated in orgasm, the wetness streaming over her sleek thighs, and finally collapsed back against the soft, sweet-smelling leather of the seat, spent and, for the moment, satisfied.
It was the first time she had cum without using her hands, and she could not understand it. Shamed at her carnality, the auburn-haired woman found a Kleenex in the glove compartment and wiped between her legs, trying to scrub away the evidence of her lust.
She was suddenly consumed with fear. Marion knew she was going to do something bad ... and would not be able to stop herself. She had no idea what it might be, except that it would have to do with her own terrible sexual need. She would sooner or later yield to her body's carnal wants, and yet this was the last thing she wanted to do. For two years she had gone without the driving force of a penis ... Gone without the love of a man ... She had denied herself in a way she knew was as unnatural as her fingering herself, or the strange ecstasy she surged with in the stream of cold air. The question was, how long could she hold out ... could she find a man, and be good to him before she broke down completely?
Dusk was closing in and there were lights in the houses of the neighborhood now. She tossed her head and figured, What the hell? It's too late now to catch anyone receptive to buying anything ... at least, it will be as long as this heat wave holds ... Maybe, just maybe, I'll take off a couple of days to spend with Randi ... maybe we'll go to the beach, maybe ...
* * *
"Hey, Randi! Get a load of this!"
Randi looked over the older boy's shoulder. "Jesus," he said, "that's quite a set of knockers!"
Joe Danielson chuckled lewdly. "My ol' man's got a whole truckload of these things in his office. He's even got the first issue of Playboy."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
"Does he know you take his magazines out of his office?"
"Shit no, he'd kick my ass from here to breakfast if he ever found out."
Randi grinned broadly. Somehow he couldn't imagine anybody kicking his older pal's ass not even his old man. "Turn the page, man. Let's see what the fold-out looks like."
Joe turned the page. "Looky here! This bitch's boobs are even bigger than the other one's!"
"She's got a nice ass, too. What's the date on that mag?"
Joe looked at the cover. "March, fifty-nine."
"Hey, that's a real 'golden oldie,' isn't it?"
"Yeah. All they could show in those days was tits and ass. You don't see no pussy hair or anythin' like that."
"They're still some foxy-looking bitches ... What time is it?"
Joe looked at the place on his wrist where his watch would have been if he'd chosen to wear one. "Lemme see, now ... the big hair's on the freckle, and-"
"Aw, fuck you! Hey, Anita, what time is it?"
Anita Ramirez, the young Mexican waitress, stepped back into the kitchen area to look at the Guadalajara Cafe's only clock. "It's ten minutes to six," she chirped happily. She was always happy when Joe was there; she was in love with the handsome nineteen year old with the big "chopper" and the wickedly smiling white teeth.
Randi stood up and started to zip up his summer-weight motorcycle jacket. "I gotta get a move on, Joe. My ol' lady will really get uptight if I don't get home pretty soon."
"Hey, man," the older boy teased, "what you gonna do, turn into a pumpkin, or something?"
"Aw, c'mon, man, give me a break."
"Tell it to your pretty mama, baby. Hey, Anita, gimmee a bowl of chili."
Randi fumed in silence. He couldn't just take off like a punk-assed kid, for Christ's sake. He sat down again.
Anita dimpled at him. "You want some, too, Randi?"
He sighed resignedly. "Yeah, let me have some."
As Anita stood ladling out the peppery concoction at the other end of the counter, Joe leaned toward his friend and spoke softly. "Hey, man," he said, "you wanna have some fun tonight?"
"What's up?"
"That," Joe nodded toward the young Mexican girl.
"Hey, get serious, man. Anita's got eyes for you only."
"I don't care nothing about no Chicano bitch.
Are you with me or not?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Her folks are down in Los Angeles for a week. I thought we'd all split over to her place after she gets off, smoke a little grass and fuck her 'til she can't stand up."
"Who's we?"
"The guys."
"Chuck and Eddie, too?"
"Yeah. Sure. They're down pickin' up the stuff right now."
Randi scratched his tousled head of red-blonde hair and stared longingly at the beautiful petite Chicano who sat his and Joe's chill down in front of them. He waited until she was safely out of earshot before giving his answer. "Yeah, sure, why not?" he blustered. "What kind are the guys getting?"
"Panama Red, baby!"
"No shit?"
"No shit."
"This chili's hotter than a mother-fucker."
"No shit."
"What time's Anita get off?"
"About six-thirty, or so whenever the other girl gets in."
The windows of the Guadalajara Cafe reverberated to the sound of two motorcycles then, as Chuck Aaker and Eddie Flores rode up and parked their machines out front. Chuck, the larger of the two, was a big blonde kid with a build like a weight-lifter. Eddie, short and dark and brooding, was rapidly putting on the fat. Both young men wore black leather jackets, despite the weather, like Joe inside. All wore their hair nearly shoulder length and unkempt.
"Hey, hey, hey," laughed Joe as his friends entered, "whadaya say!"
"We got the shit," said Eddie. Joe smiled broadly, his gleaming white teeth lighting up the room. "Panama Red."
"You bet your fucking boots."
"Sit down and have a bowl of chili or tacos or something. We still got some time to kill."
Apart from the occasional trucker or cab driver, the filthy four, as they called themselves, usually had the out-of-the-way cafe to themselves at this time of the evening, as they did this day. Chuck and Eddie sat down flanking the pair at the counter.
"Hey, Joe," Chuck drawled. "Lemmee see your magazine."
Joe slid the magazine down to his blonde buddy. "Don't get cum all over it," he said. "I got to take it back to my ol' man's office."
Randi smiled with amusement. Joe was tough, there was no doubt about it, especially with the amount of control he exerted over the larger boys. Still, even in Joe's presence, the younger boy felt a little intimidated by Chuck and Eddie, but specifically Eddie. In the few months he'd been palling around with the three older bikers, he couldn't remember Eddie once smiling. He was about the same age as Joe and Chuck, nineteen or twenty, but he seemed a lot older somehow. In any case, Randi made a conscientious effort to minimize his direct contact with the humorless Chicano.
Anita brought over two more bowls of chili and set them before Chuck and Eddie at the counter. She was smiling broadly, beaming in her joy of being with the boy she loved. She knew it was risky letting the guys come over to her house to smoke their dope, but it was worth it if it gave her a chance to be with Joe. Every time she looked at that rugged face, she got goose bumps. He was from a fairly good family, and he had the personality and qualities of leadership that would have allowed him to choose any career he wanted. But career wasn't where his head was at. Joe chose the road, the street, the hairy dangerous life that gave him a sense of individual freedom that he knew he would never be able to achieve in the confines of a business. Joe Danielson had long ago decided that he would be his own man ... even if he did have to occasionally ask his own old man to bail him out of a jam once in a while.
"Holy fuck!" Chuck stammered suddenly to no one in particular. "Look at this pair of tits!"
* * *
Marion looked up from the day's dishes at the sound of a passing motorcycle, hoping against hope that it was Randi. She was angry with him for staying out, but she was worried, too. He was her son, her only child, and all that was left of her marriage, and she loved him. It made her sick that he'd started to pal around with Joe Danielson and his hoodlum friends, but what could she do? Randi was much too old for a spanking. It probably wasn't fair of her to be so protective, but how else could it be with her own youthful experience to draw upon? He was a boy, though, and perhaps most of the dangers she imagined were out there lurking for him were largely the product of her own imagination. Christ, he was nearly a man, already! An easy six-foot-one and close to a hundred and eighty pounds, he was nearly as big as his real father, Creighton Holt.
Marion shook that unpleasant fact from her mind as she had repeatedly for the past fifteen years. like the dream of which it was a part, it was her darkest secret. She shuddered to think of what Harry would have done if he had ever found out during their marriage! God, she sighed, the irony of it all! Her mind drifted unwillingly back to the afternoon of her rape, to the afternoon she limped back to the YWCA in
North Hollywood to pick up her things. "The State Employment Agency called while you were out. You've got a job interview tomorrow at Consolidated Aircraft ... The man said it was for a receptionist's position."
It was at Consolidated Aircraft that she had met, and after a whirlwind three week courtship, married a dashing young salesman by the name of Harry Peters. God, she didn't even realize she was pregnant until the second week of their Jamaican honeymoon! And she thanked God that her new husband had been transferred up to Washington, and so she was able to have her baby far from the city in which her "unfortunate" pregnancy occurred.
Idly, she dried her last dish and set a pot of stew for the errant Randi on the stove to simmer, and then wandered into the bathroom to ready herself for bed. Dammit, she thought, where is that kid!
* * *
"Hey, man," Randi laughed delightedly, "this is some super shit!" He took another long hit and handed it back to Joe Danielson. "That's for real Panama Red, huh?"
Joe took the reefer in pinched fingers and nodded. "The best on the West Coast, man." He took a deep drag and held it down, then handed the tightly-wrapped little cigarette to Anita.
The five teenagers sat in a tight circle on the floor in the young Mexican girl's living room. They were high, stoned, all of them. Anita took a hit and passed it to Eddie, flinching when the repugnant fat boy took a second too long to take it from her fingers, his greasy fingers touching hers. Still, she was willing to put up with Eddie or anybody else to be with her guy.
"Hey, Anita," Chuck proposed as he took the reefer from Eddie, "why don't you show us your titties?"
Anita blushed at the big boy's jesting. "They're pretty small," she smiled, looking at Joe for approval. "I don't think they'd give you much of a thrill."
"But they got a nice shape!" the blonde-haired biker persisted.
"No, Chuck ... I don't think-"
"Show him your fucking boobs!" Joe snapped suddenly.
Randi took the joint from Chuck and waited in stony silence to see just what Anita's response would be. Jesus, he thought, that Joe's got more balls than any guy I know!
"Are you gonna take that blouse off, or not?"
Any TWO guys!
Anita blinked tearfully, stunned, unable to fathom the reasons for her true love's sudden coldness. This had to to be some kind of joke. she hoped. Her eyes searched Joe's for a sign of humor, but found them coolly unresponsive, glazed with drugs and meanness. Okay, she choked. If he thinks I don't have the guts, I'll show him! Quickly now, the young girl's trembling fingers found their way to the top button and began to unfasten their way down. "Sure, Joe," she sobbed, haughtily tossing back her mane of sparkling blue-black hair, "whatever you say!"
Randi took a quick pull on the cigarette and passed it to Joe. He didn't know why, but his friend's cool meanness to the innocent little waitress was beginning to give him a tremendous hard-on. Shit, he thought, I bet she'd fuck a snake, if he told her to! He watched in drug-fogged admiration as the tiny girl stripped tearfully out of her blouse and tossed it into the center of the circle, then reached back to unzip the catch at the back of her short skirt. Christ! She was going to take everything off!
Indeed, they weren't. A proud and conically-shaped B-cup, they rode high and jiggling beneath her white lace bra, her generous pinkish-beige nipples threatening to seep right through the gossamer fabric.
Anita reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, her golden-skinned breasts swinging slightly apart as she freed them. Then, quickly, she began to roll her panties down over her slim, golden hips, kicking them into the pile as well, once they'd reached her delicate sandal-shod feet. Her big black eyes as dark as midnight and brimmed with tears glistened with an eerie determination as she leaned back on her slender arms and spread her legs for all to see. "Okay," she said, "who wants to be first?"
Randi swallowed tightly in disbelief. Christ, even Joe didn't know what to say! It was Chuck, finally, who was the first to speak. "Shit, I'll go first!" he offered. "Can I fuck you between the titties?"
Anita shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Quickly, the big blonde boy was on his feet and stripping out of his grease-stained Levi's. Letting them and his underwear fall where they may, the burly young man stepped over the pile of clothes in the middle of the circle and stood directly above the lewdly displayed young Mexican girl, still wearing his sleeveless T-shirt, his long red cock poling out at an obscene angle.
Anita did not even look in Joe's direction. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and cupped her breasts in her hands for the muscular young man who was moving swiftly into position astraddle her chest. Dropping down to his knees, Chuck levered himself into position, his beet red cock resting in the smoothly perspiring cleavage between the young girl's breasts. Unprompted, she pressed her succulent breast flesh together tightly around the boy's swollen penis, forming a lewd sandwich. Then, to Chuck's surprise and delight, she leaned down and planted a lingering wet kiss on the leaking head of his cock as it poled up in rigid entrapment. Below, she spread her smoothly tapering legs still wider, exposing the full pink glory of her tender young vagina, contrasting beautifully with her burnished-gold complexion.
Randi couldn't remember when he'd seen anything quite so exciting as the scene now unfolding before his young eyes. Anita was absolutely beautiful even more so than he'd imagined when he ogled her in the Guadalajara Cafe. And now, watching her eagerly accepting Chuck's long scarlet cock between her luscious titties, he was concerned whether or not he could pull his weight when it came his turn ... so the other guys wouldn't realize that it was his first time at bat. He knew he wouldn't have any trouble keeping it up; hell, it was so hard now he thought it would pop if somebody looked at it the wrong way. No, he just didn't want to look like a punk-assed kid who didn't know any better. He hoped they were all too stoned to notice his mistakes.
Eddie stood up then and handed the best part of a freshly rolled joint to Randi. "Here, punk," he grunted as he stripped hurriedly out of his soiled chino trousers, "take it. I'm gonna try this little puta out."
Randi watched as the fat boy ambled over to the lewdly writhing couple on the floor. "Hey," Eddie said. "How about a blow job?"
"Get lost, man!" Chuck blurted. "I ain't gonna smell your funky ass while I'm popping her between the boobs!"
The fat boy grimaced evilly. "Roll her over on her belly on top of you then, and I'll fuck the bitch dog-style."
"Hey, Joe," Chuck started to protest. 'Tell this fat mother-fucker to get lost, will ya?"
"Go ahead and roll over," Joe tossed back indifferently. "It ain't gonna kill you." He turned to Randi, and took the joint from between the younger boy's pinched fingers. "You better hop in line, man. When those two get done with her, she won't be able to sit down for a week."
"What about you, man?"
"I've already screwed her four times. I'm getting tired of the bitch."
Randi could hardly believe that anybody could get tired of anything as pretty as that ... not even Joe Danielson with his choice of half the girls in King County. He'd never figured her for a whore though, unless she was just trying to get even with Joe for pulling a fast one on her. Yeah, he decided, that's got to be it. I can't figure her for putting up with that fat fucking Mores unless she was trying to let Joe know she didn't play no shit.
Chuck rolled over on his back, taking the unresisting little waitress with him. He repositioned his cock between her now-hanging golden breasts so that her head and shoulders were lower than her wavering satin-skinned buttocks. Eddie, his pudgy red cock curving wickedly out from beneath the babyish overhang of his flaccid belly, dropped to his knees behind the kneeling girl and pressed his sweaty loins up tightly against her wavering ass until his swollen flesh was firmly embedded in the warm crevice. Lewdly, willing herself not to recoil from the soggy, unclean touch of the obese biker, she wiggled her soft behind back on his thick pole of flesh. Tears were brimming her big deer eyes, but she was determined now to see the thing through to its final completion. If Joe wanted her to be a puta--a whore--then she would be a puta! "Go ahead and put it in, man!" she announced. "What are you waiting for?"
"You want me to rupture myself, or something?" the lewd fat boy rejoined. "You ain't even wet yet!"
He spat unceremoniously into the palm of his hand and anointed the head of his cock, providing a sticky lubricant as his saliva mingled with the thin thread of pre-coital sap that seeped from the inflamed slit in the head of his cock. "Okay," he said finally, raising back up off his flabby haunches, "open it up!"
Anita reached back with her small hands and lewdly spread the smooth cheeks of her ass to the dirty boy who never smiled.
Randi sat in stunned silence, awaiting his chance in the batter's. box. His teenage balls churned thrillingly in their wrinkled sac as he looked on, mesmerized by the wicked scene unfolding before his eyes. In part he was dreading the jibes of his comrades if he fucked it up, but he was anxious to prove himself, too, to show them that his cock was bigger than any of theirs. Shit, yes, he'd taken enough showers in high school to knew he was well hung. Christ, he was even a little bigger than Joe ... and Joe was huge! He didn't know where he came by such a big one, but he guessed it must have been from some distant ancestor on his mother's side of the family, since he'd once seen his old man's and it wasn't big at all.
Eddie lunged forward, slicing the tender pink flesh of Anita's velvety soft interior before him as he entered her in the obscene dog-style position. "Ooowwww!" she wheezed at the brutal assault. "Slow down, man ... it hurts!"
Eddie gripped the protesting girl tightly by her slender waist, stepping up his pace even more. He didn't mind if he caused her pain. Hell, he liked to cause people pain; it made him hard. Quickly now, he slid his pudgy fingered hands back from her narrow waist to squeeze and fondle her nakedly exposed posterior, his digits molding the sweetness of her flesh with such force that ridges of it rippled up between them.
My God! the young girl winced. He is not long ... but so very hard and thick! Then, unavoidably, she remembered the stiff red cock between her conical warm-skinned breasts. Slowly, voluptuously, as she grew increasingly accustomed to Eddie's rabbit-like ministrations at her backside, Anita pressed her chest tightly against Chuck's cock in front. It wasn't as thick as Eddie's, but it was decidedly longer, and flushed a deep scarlet nearly purple in its lust. The fish-like opening at its tip pulsed and quivered, gaping wickedly open on the upstroke like it was emitting a tiny scream. Anita could look right into the little coralline opening, could see the viscid moisture accumulating there. Suddenly, her mouth flickered open again and her precious pink tongue darted out to dip into the inflamed scarlet pit in miniature parody of the hammering fuck she was receiving from the rear. "Sweet fucking Jesus!" Chuck blurted in lewd delight. "This bitch really knows what it's all about!"
She should, Joe smiled silently, I taught her everything she knows.
Randi was becoming increasingly aroused by the second. He'd never witnessed anything so mind-boggling in his young life not even the time Joe had made his father's secretary suck him off in the office that time, and cost her her job in the process. No, this was different. Anita was taking on two guys at a time, and as soon as there was an opening, he, too, would get his chance. In no further need of encouragement, the tousled-haired boy stripped quickly out of his Levi's in anticipation of his own turn with the girl. Jesus, he could hardly wait to get his hands on her, and, from the way Eddie was going about it, he probably wouldn't have long to wait ... !
The fat Chicano hammered into the slender young waitress with a near maniacal fury, his thick flabby paunch slapping against her dimpled buttocks with such force that her entire mouth was forced down over the uncapped scarlet head of Chuck's cock fucking so wonderfully between her breasts. She could feel the fat boy's balls mashing wickedly against her passion-distended clitoris on the in-stroke and the sensation was maddening. In minutes, the whole idea of revenge, of spiting Joe for his lack of loving reciprocation, was forgotten. She was a willing conspirator in her own delicious ravishment, masochistically thrilled with the knowledge that there was no way to stop it once it had begun!
The fat boy felt the thickness of his cock begin to quiver and throb in its heated expulsion of his vile seed. Anita's tender pussy, milking and squeezing his turgid organ, drained him of his heavy load in mere seconds, but left her highly aroused and unsatisfied as he slipped softly from her warm sheath. "Hey, c'mon, you fat bastard!" she protested. "I'm almost there!"
Joe grinned wickedly and reached over to tap Randi on the shoulder. "Go on, man," he said. "Eddie's already done half your work for you. Let's see if you can bring her across the bridge."
* * *
Marion yawned broadly. God, girl! she thought with a start as she caught her weary reflection in the mirror over the medicine chest. You look every day of your thirty-five years tonight! She turned then and turned off the water in the tub. Well, we'll just have to see if a hot bath can provide the necessary therapy.
Slipping quickly out of her clothes, the young mother tested the bathwater with a pink-lacquered toe and found in satisfactory.
She stepped into the bubbly bath, then sat, letting its soothing warmth envelop her. It felt good, relaxing, like the tender caress of a gentle lover. Harry had been a cruel lover, but nonetheless a good man, and, God, sometimes she wished they were still together so he could straighten out their boy. She just couldn't handle that kid anymore. There was just no way to intimidate him. He could be almost ruthlessly inconsiderate at times ... like ... like Creighton Holt.
She shivered coldly at the thought, then snuggled deeper into the tub to warm herself, then elevated her coppery-haired pelvic region in the process. Idly, she picked up a washcloth and began to lather it up with a bar of beauty soap. Then, the soapy washcloth in hand, she began to scrub her abdomen and upper thighs. She scrubbed hard, as if to erase the disturbing thoughts from her mind. She scrubbed until her pale white flesh tingled warmly from the effort. Oh, damn, she panicked, all I have to do is touch myself down there and I'm thinking dirty again. It's got to stop, it's got to stop ... She dropped the soapy washrag and began to pinch her tender inner thighs in frustration, as if the self-inflicted pain could in some way diminish her tingling desire. It didn't. Indeed, the sharp nipping only seemed to flame the darker masochistic side of her nature ... a side newly discovered. Oh, my
God! she gasped in self-realization. I LIKE it to hurt! Oh, God ... it feels goooood!
And then her soapy middle finger slipped quickly into the wispy pubic curls that covered her sex, parting and teasing the rapidly swelling nub of her clitoris with the tip of her long fingernail, while the remaining hand continued to pinch and tease her pliant flesh. Unable now to stop herself, her vivid mind began to conjure up bizarre erotic fantasies in livid detail. Yes, oh God, yes! Someday I'll do it! Someday III go out to a bar and let myself get picked up by the first man who offers to buy me a drink!
A second soapy finger joined the first as she continued to build on her erotic pipe dream. I'll wear a short skirt ... maybe hot pants ... and my highest heels, so I'll look as whorish as possible ... and a skintight sweater, without a bra, of course something very, very thin so everyone will be able to see my nipples...!
Her fingers entered, stretching the delicate pink flesh of her pussy apart before them as they wiggled deeply up to the palm of her hand. He'll take me to some run-down motel ... Maybe he'll be fat or ugly or mean ... Yes, he will be mean ... he'll spank me first with his wide-leather belt ... then we'll fuck ... hard and fast ... and his cock will be big and shiny and very, very stiff!
Her long-nailed fingers plummeted ever-faster in and out of her rapidly moistening vaginal sheath, the tender flesh there clinging warmly to them on the out-stroke. She placed her feet firmly on the bottom of the tub and arched up so that her entire middle was raised above the level of the water. Oh, God, she thrilled, in another minute ... I'm going to cum in just one more minute!
At precisely that moment when she hung suspended between heaven and sweet hell, her reverie was broken by the sound of a deep-throated motorcycle coming up the drive.
Oh, no! she sobbed. Oh, God ... not NOW!"
* * *
Randi scrambled quickly behind the still-kneeling form of the young Mexican waitress as soon as the fat boy softened and fell back with his heavy sides panting. Anita was more than ready and she wriggled her pretty dimpled ass back in salacious invitation to her next lover. "Come on, Randi," she pleaded. "Stick it in!"
The young biker instinctively grabbed his large virginal organ by its base and began to rub the swollen head of it in the moist crevice of the young girl's buttocks. It felt good! Hot and wet and smoother than he'd imagined anything, in this world could be. He set his knees a little farther apart on the carpet and shoved.
"Aaauuuurrrgggghhhh!" the girl screamed. "T-Take it out! It's too big! Randi, please stop ... please!"
Randi looked over his shoulder at Joe for the instructions. The older boy smiled noncommittally and shrugged his shoulders. The ball was back in Randi's court. It felt good. He shoved again, burying himself to the hilt.
Anita whimpered loudly. She had brought this on herself, asking these boys over in the first place. There was little she could do but accept her fate. She ceased resisting. Then, after several slow preliminary strokes by the young first-timer, she actually began to arch back at him. It was big and uncomfortable, but it was a cock. And, God, she wanted a cock!
"You really got her hummin' now," Chuck offered encouragingly from his position in front of her face. "She's sucking like a dream!"
Impaled deliciously on the pair of youthful cocks poling into her at both ends, the young Mexican waitress raised her torso up in front so that she could take more of Chuck's deep scarlet organ in her mouth. In a masochistic way, she was even beginning to enjoy the painful pleasure of the overgrown cock fucking into her from behind ... especially since Joe was right there in the room watching. Yes, she could be as wild and as wanton as any ten-dollar whore in her family's old hometown, Tijuana, if that's what Joe liked. And, if that's what Joe liked, then who was she to argue?
Randi felt Anita's sudden change of heart, and smiled proudly. With each new thrust he gained a little more confidence. He'd show that short-cocked sadist, Eddie ... and Joe and Chuck, too, just what a young stud like him could do with a girl! He lengthened his strokes, no longer concerned with the possibility of jerking out, and increased the tempo of his fucking as well until he found a pace that fit both his desire to make it last and his youthful enthusiasm. Hell, he thought, I must be a fuckin' natural-born cocksman! He watched with lewd glee as the tender pink flesh of the girl's vagina clung like a satiny second skin to his turgid pole of meat on the out-stroke, then puckered inward in slippery acceptance when he lunged back in. She was tight. God, she was tight. He wondered if there had been anybody else before Joe, and just now Eddie. He could feel every beat of her passion-aroused pulse, every sudden new burst of natural lubricants issuing wetly forth from her ravished pussy.
"Oh, God!" she gasped suddenly. "I-I'm going to ... AAAUUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
She was cumming. Randi Peters had brought her across the bridge!
Quickly now, the young boy raced to complete his own climax while Chuck, up in front, had shoved his cock back into the gasping girl's open throat so far that she nearly gagged on its sticky length. Still, she sucked, and continued to hammer her smooth buttocks back upon the impaling flesh at her rear as she shook with the tingling afterglow of her climax.
Randi looked across the kneeling form of the young waitress to see his buddy, Chuck's, face tightening in anticipation of his impending orgasm. Then, quickly, he was cumming as well, jetting long thin streams of cum far back into her receptive oral cavern.
Anita swallowed greedily, not wanting to lose a single drop of the burly motorcyclist's hot pungent sperm. Was Joe watching? She hoped so. God, she really hoped so.
Randi felt his own release coming upon him then, as his thick balls began to churn in their prickly hirsute sack. Anita's warm ass felt like heaven itself as it bucked against his hairy young belly in time to his fucking in and out of her delightfully seeping cunt. He felt beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, then dropping onto the dimpling small of the writhing girl's back. "Oh, shit!" he yelled. "I'm cumming ... ! "
Joe Danielson looked upon the obscenely cumming threesome with anger. Somehow he didn't like the idea of a cherry kid showing him up with the ladies. He watched Chuck finish and pull away, and watched Anita go off again before Randi had time to soften and pull out. He didn't like that. He didn't like that it at all ...
CHAPTER TWO
Randi silently cursed himself for forgetting to cut the ignition off before he'd gotten to the driveway. Then with a shrug, he wheeled his big machine into the garage and walked nonchalantly into the house. What the hell, he reasoned, the old lady's probably up anyway . . ... and hopping mad to boot. So what?
He'd had a good time, hadn't he? Besides, he was a fuckin' man now, for sure!
"Is that you, Randi?" a voice snapped from behind the bathroom door.
"Yeah."
"Where in the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is."
"Out. Yes."
"What?"
"I said I smell stew. Is there any left?"
Marion straightened sharply as she finished toweling off one satiny leg. So that little smart alec thinks this is some kind of joke, does he? she fumed. Well, we'll just have to see about that! "We're going to have a long talk about this when I get out of the bathroom, young man!" she threatened.
Randi shrugged, then opened the door to the refrigerator and peered inside. Fuck stew, he'd just chug-a-lug a glass of moo-juice and hit the sack. He was tired. He was a man, and he was tired. He didn't want to listen to no bullshit at eleven-thirty in the night.
"Did you hear me, young man?"
Randi took a healthy swig of milk directly from the carton and left it sitting open on the counter while he stripped out of his jacket and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair.
"Randi!"
"I heard you."
"Well?"
"I'm going to bed."
Marion finished toweling quickly, then slipped into her flimsy terry cloth robe. Damn that kid! she raged. Just who the hell does he think he is! "Okay, you little-" she started, flinging the door open. He was gone. That little s.o.b. had taken off for his room!
Marion flew quickly down the hall to the door to Randi's room and tried it. It was locked. "You'd better let me in there, right this minute!" she pounded.
Silence.
"Randi! Let me-"
Suddenly the door flew open. He was standing there in just his Levi's, an angry look etched across his rugged young face, his hairy young chest heaving mightily. "Don't give me no shit, woman!" he snapped. "I'm not in any mood for bullshit!"
Marion took a stumbling half-step backwards, her mouth hanging slack in shock and rage. My God, is this my son ... my own baby, talking to me this way? She was hurt, and stunned. And angry. Her hand shot up to slap his face, but he caught her slender wrist and held it easily with one powerful hand. "Don't," he advised calmly.
Tears of rage and frustration brimmed the red-haired mother's eyes. "Randi ... please let me go."
The young man released his mother's hand, then stepped back into his room and shut the door. Marion, shattered by the terrifying experience, crumpled to the floor and began to sob brokenly into her trembling hands. "What am I going to do? Dear God, what am I going to do?"
Rising to her feet, Marion heaved a deep sigh and meandered down the hall in the direction of her own bedroom. God, she felt tired.
* * *
Marion wasn't certain whether it was the brightness of the early-afternoon sun, or the ringing of the front doorbell that had awakened her from her fitful sleep. Either way, she was relieved, since she had just started to have that dream again. She had gotten quite a bit of sleep, though, and that was the important thing. She managed to get to her feet and slip into her slippers just as the bell was sounding for the third time. It had to be her neighbor, Stephanie Morgan; she'd know her impatient ring anywhere.
"Oh, hi, sugar! Did you just get up? You certainly look a lot better. Did Randi get in yesterday? I thought I heard his bike late last night."
Oh, my God, Marion grimaced inside. Our busy neighborhood gossip was keeping tabs on us last night. Damn it! "Come in, Stephanie," she yawned, "I was just getting ready to fix some lunch."
"Oh, I can't stay, sweetie. I promised Lucy Shipman I'd take her shopping this afternoon. You know Darren and Lucy, don't you? They just moved out here from Colorado, and Lucy doesn't have her Washington driver's license yet."
Marion yawned again. "Oh?"
"Anyway, sweetie, that damned plumber still hasn't gotten here, so I thought maybe I could get you to keep an eye peeled for him.".
"Yeah, sure, Stephanie."
Stephanie turned to leave. "Thanks, honey. It's the downstairs bathroom. I left the back door unlocked. Bye."
"Good-bye, Stephanie," you silly bitch!
Marion shut the door and wandered into the kitchen, muttering an obscenity at the carton of milk left standing on the counter to go bad. What damn day is this, anyway? she wondered confusedly, looking at the little chef wall clock as if it could supply the answer for her. Then, idly, she reached up and brought down a can of tuna from the top shelf of the cupboard. If it's Saturday, then it must be tuna, she mused. Then, on second thought, she reached up and brought down an extra can. Better play it safe; that kid's been eating like a dock worker lately. She meandered over to the electric can opener and began to cut the lids off. Oh, shit, I guess I'd better go wake Randi up for lunch, she yawned.
Randi stirred restlessly in his bed. First it was the God damn sun beating through his open window, then the doorbell, then Stephanie Morgan's sugary squeal, and now it sounded like somebody was running a drill press in the kitchen. Christ, it was enough to wake the dead!
And then, as if that weren't enough, he had an erection hard enough to scratch glass. Quickly, he rolled over and attempted to drown out the offending noise and light by covering his head with his pillow. But, in so doing, he only made himself more aware of the erection by rubbing it against the smooth muslin sheets. Somehow, the damned thing had worked itself out of the fly of his undershorts while he was sleeping. Was that why he'd been having that stupid fucking dream? he wondered. It was strange. He had started out dreaming about Anita Ramirez about how good it had felt to fuck her and then she started to blur, but he was still fucking. And then ... then she started to take form again ... Only ... Only it wasn't Anita he was fucking anymore. He shuddered at the thought. No, this girl had enormous white breasts, and coppery red hair, and a handspan waist, and ... and she was his mother!
Still, he had to admit that in some bizarre way, the dream had been beautiful. He had been taking her dog-style, the same way he had taken Anita the night before, and when her blurred image had become recognizable, she had turned her head back to smile at him with her perfect teeth flashing lewdly, her lips forming a silent, "Fuck me, son!" Jesus Christ!
He rolled back over onto his back and kicked the covers off. He stared at the ceiling for a long time with his long hard penis poling lewdly upward before, finally, his hand found it and began to stroke it gently up and down as he recalled his pleasant dream. Christ! I must be some kind of pervert, thinking about Mom that way! he anguished. Still, he couldn't shake the bizarre images from his impressionable young mind. He could remember how she looked when she had come to his room before to give him hell about staying out all night. Damn! Her tits looked like they were going to pop right out of that fucking bathrobe! His hand stroked his turgid flesh a little faster.
Marion looked down at her handiwork and smiled. If eight sandwiches weren't enough for the two of them, then somebody would just have to go on a diet! Licking a stray flick of mayonnaise from the back of one finger, she crossed to the fridge, opened it, and studied its contents for a long moment before deciding that yesterday's lemonade would go quite nicely with today's tuna fish sandwiches. Quickly, she filled two tall glasses, then opened a bag of potato chips and emptied them into a large bowl in the center of the kitchen table. "There!" she said proudly. "That ought to do it!"
She rinsed her hands off at the sink, then left the kitchen in the direction of Randi's room. She'd learned long ago not to bother shouting; Randi invariably ignored all but direct confrontation at mealtime. When he ate, he ate like a horse ... when he was ready.
She walked slowly since she was still feeling a little lightheaded from her trying previous night. In her soft-soled slippers, she made not a sound, as she padded down the hall towards her son's room.
Wickedly exciting visions of his mother's perfect white breasts pressed lewdly around his swollen cock, like Anita's had been around Chuck's, danced deliciously through Randi's head as he continued to stroke himself to granite hardness. Jesus, I'd like to screw Mom! his young mind churned excitedly. I wonder if she let guys fuck her when she was my age?
He shut his eyes tightly and envisioned his mother, white and naked, coming to him in the darkness some beautiful imaginary night. No, she isn't naked either ... not completely. She's wearing ultra-high heels and sheer nylons ... and dangling rhinestone earrings, like ... like a cheap whore! He spat in his hand, then anointed the head of his cock with the saliva; mingling it with the leaking pre-coital fluids that dripped from the coralline head to form a crude and sticky imitation of the pussy juices that had bathed his cock last night when he'd fucked Joe Danielson's girlfriend. I bet she's never had anything like THIS before! he thought proudly, elevating his buttocks so that his cock poled out even farther from his muscular teenage loins.
Marion paused just outside of her son's bedroom door, her hand raised to knock, her ear cocked to identify the strange sound coming from within that had held her hand in the first place. There it was again! A moan! Was he sick? Maybe ... Maybe he was having one of those wet dreams she'd read about teenage boys having in their sleep! She turned to leave, her face flushing at the awful thought, then stopped. What if he really IS sick? she worried, raising her hand again to knock. Again, something stayed her hand. Furtively, almost embarrassedly, she dropped down to her knees and peered through the keyhole. She'd decided it would be better that way, to avoid causing either one of them unnecessary embarrassment.
The large room was so bright with sunlight that it took several seconds for the young mother to identify her son's naked form lying on his bed. Well, she thought, studying his handsome young face, lie doesn't LOOK sick ... Why, he's even smiling! She started to get to her feet, but something else caught her eye. A movement lower on the bed. Quickly, she adjusted her position so she could focus on her new center of interest. "Oh, my Go-" she started to gasp out loud, her hand flying to her mouth in shock to stifle the sound before it had left her lips. Randi was ... he was playing with himself! And his thing ... his penis ... it was HUGE!
Oblivious of his unsolicited "audience," Randi continued his fanciful masturbation without the slightest fear of discovery. He felt his thick and hairy scrotum churn with its heavy load of semen as his young brain concocted scheme after imaginary scheme for the seduction of his mother. Maybe, he thought, he could encourage her to have an affair with another man, and then threaten to leave her to live with Dad blackmail her.' Or, perhaps even more fancifully, he could wear a mask and break into the house some night and rape her! It was mean and thoroughly evil to be thinking of his mother in such terms, and he knew it. It was also very exciting! Jesus, he could just see her dancing on the end of his huge organ ... like a beautiful butterfly impaled on a giant pin. God, he might even make her suck him off!
Marion Peters sat frozen to the floor on her hands and knees, unable to speak, unable to move. Her green eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets, riveted to the enormity of her son's erect cock. It was the very cock of which she had been dreaming all these past years. It was Creighton Holt's cock ... an exact replica ... from the bloated mushroom head at its tip to the vein-webbed purple hardness of the nine inch shaft below. It was identical, but for one exciting difference ... it was attached not to a paunchy middle-aged man, but to a powerful muscular young man ... a young man who just happened to be her own son! Still, she could not move. She was fully cognizant of the fact that it was her own son's penis that was sending shudders of unwanted excitement up and down her spine, but she couldn't move. She couldn't.
She watched his gripping fist manipulating the loose outer skin of his turgid maleness, capping and uncapping the unseeing eye in its head. And that eye was leaking, dripping a thin silverish strand of pre-coital sap that sheened and glistened the satiny bloated head from which it came as he smeared it around with the palm of his hand on the upstroke. My God! her mind recoiled. I-I can't stay here and watch this ... He-He's my SON ... MY OWN SWEET BABY! ... But he is sooo big and shiny and very, very stiff!
Marion became aware of yet another sensation a tingling erotically stimulating sensation rising from the pit of her stomach to compete with the horrifying reality of her weakness. Her loins began to throb in response to the newer sensation, in part from the obscene spectacle taking place on her son's bed, in part from the unfinished self-manipulation she had been performing when Randi had gotten home the night before. Dear God. she raged silently, what's getting into me? Why am I forever thinking of nothing but sex lately ?
Randi's hand moved swiftly up and down on his thick cock. At the rate he was going, he knew it wouldn't take long to bring himself to a climax. He felt his heavy young balls twisting and bouncing against his hairy legs, adding to the wonderful imaginary fucking of his young mother, and smiled still more lewdly in his reverie. He was a man now, just ask Anita, and the man wanted to fuck the man's mother. Visions of Marion's wealth of auburn hair cascading over his muscular thighs as she knelt before him sucking his cock fused in his already hot brain. He could visualize her massive succulent breasts, too, bouncing and heaving against his prickly balls. Giant German and Scotch-Irish breasts, like mothers used to have in the old days...,before Twiggy and women's lib decided that the figures of ten year old boys were just too-too.
Marion's eyes remained glued to her son's giant penis. Perhaps, she thought, it's even bigger than Creighton Holt's. Her hands crept up to her heavy dangling breasts as she continued to kneel there before Randi's door. Idly, almost absent-mindedly, she tweaked her stiffening nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, carelessly scratching the tender flesh of her nipples with her long nails. Son or no son, he was a man ... a big handsome man ... with a thrillingly huge cock that held her transfixed like some swaying wicked cobra. Her hands left her breasts then, letting the turgid spiking nipples brush delicately against the rough terry cloth nap of her wash-thinned robe. Her hands found her thighs, her inner thighs, and began to pinch and rub there as they had in the tub. Only this time ... this time she pinched for pleasure, not punishment. And, again, a slender middle finger no, .two fingers found the tender outer lips of her pussy and began to part them, flicking maddeningly against the distended nub of her hot clitoris that had slipped wetly forward from the moist protection of its sheath like the miniature cock of a dog. She shivered to the tips of her pink-lacquered toenails, biting her sensuously pouting lower lip to keep from crying out in her obscene desire. Then, almost of its own volition, a single finger, followed rapidly by the second, entered her seething vaginal passage to the palm of her trembling hand. Oh God! she quivered in, silent desire. It feels so good ... if only they were longer and thicker! Her eyes, never leaving the lust-inflaming spectacle of her son's masturbation, went glassy in her excitement. If the young man masturbating in that bedroom had been anyone but her own flesh and blood at that moment, she would undoubtedly have barged into the room and dropped to her knees, begging him to fuck her senseless.
Randi's pumping fist stopped entirely for a long and precious minute as he tried, in vain, to hold back the inevitability of his impending release. It was too late! He could feel his heavy testicles churn for the last delicious time, and knew that there could be no more delay. Quickly, he resumed his pumping, feeling instantly the hot flush of his youthful sperm as it raced the length of his urethral tube to spurt in a lewd high arc. like a fountain of lust it spewed, squirt after seemingly endless squirt, to pool where u splashed on falling, in the tufts of hair on his massive chest and passion-taut abdomen.
The young man's mother's fingers were churning rapidly now, as she watched the thrilling sight of her son's orgasm jetting out of his rigid teenage cock. For one thrilling instant, she almost wished that the massive organ were spewing its load of pungent seed deep within the recesses of her own womb ... the very womb from which the boy had come! It was exciting, God, was it ever! Then, almost before she had time to even register the changes coming over her own passionately-kneeling body, the young mother felt the respondent tingle deep within her loins. Oh, God! she screamed in frustrating snence. I-I m camming too.
So quickly had her climax overtaken her, that the beautiful redheaded mother was again forced to bite her lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure. She tasted the salty trickle of blood her teeth had brought to her mouth, and shuddered, deeply, as the strongest part of her orgasm rocked her back on her heels like a stunned bull in a slaughterhouse. It was too much ... devastatingly too much ... and she thought she would surely swoon from the bone-shaking pleasure of it. From the silken strands of her rusty hair to the soles of her pretty feet, she felt it ... A deep, infinitely satisfying release that had had no match since her first experience with Creighton Holt so many years before. Then, as she knelt there in the shimmering afterglow of her release, her ears began to ring. Loudly. Almost as if the ringing were coming from the direction of the front door. Oh, God! she remembered suddenly, staggering to her feet. I'd forgotten all about Stephanie's plumber!
CHAPTER THREE
Joe Danielson took another secret "pull" from his old man's concealed flask, then shoved it back into the bottom drawer of the massive desk and covered it up with some papers. The old boy wasn't exactly thrilled with Joe's always choosing to wait for him in his inner office any-way, and if he thought for an instant that the boy had been dipping into his private stock, there would have been hell to pay. Even so, his wrath would have been comparatively mild compared to the anger he would exhibit if he ever caught his teenage son taking magazines from his vintage collection.
Joe got to his feet and walked unsteadily towards the massive bookcase that dominated one wall of the impressive tenth floor office suite. From a "secret" place on the top shelf, he extracted the master key to the row of locked cabinets that occupied the lower tier of the case. He unlocked the center cabinet quickly, casting a furtive backward glance over his shoulder at the door. That damned Miss Fredericks the old man had hired as his new secretary was a real pain in the ass bitch. But then, he chuckled at the remembrance, Cathie Harrison, that little cock-teaser who'd lost her job of sucking his cock, was probably more than the old man could handle anyway. As the cabinet door clicked open, Joe reached into his hip pocket and pulled out the rolled nineteen-fifty-nine magazine he'd taken with him to the Guadalajara Cafe the night before. He rolled it the other way, so that it flattened out somewhat, then filed it neatly away in its appropriate position in the middle of one of the several stacks of the dated "for men only" periodicals. Christ, the old man must have two thousand different mags here! he thought with a smile. And I bet I ain't looked at half of them yet!
Quickly, before his father's new secretary came barging in on him, he reached in the middle of a previously untapped stack and brought out a couple of magazines the June and July issues of the now defunct RISQUE magazine. He locked the cabinet again, then returned to his father's desk chair and flipped to the first foldout. "Jesus," he mumbled aloud. "Now, that's some classy number!" He studied the sprawled figure of a dark-skinned brunette in orange pedal pushers and nothing else with interest. "Yeah, man," he smacked his lips, "she's a real live fox!" He glanced hurriedly at the photographs immediately preceding and following the full-color layout, including the title page. Instantly, his interest was piqued. Traffic ticket to "fix" or no traffic ticket to fix, he decided it was all right with him if his father was going to be tied up for a little while in his special Board Meeting this fine Saturday morning.
He studied the remainder of the magazine at his leisure, including a pair of lesser "nudie" features in the front and back parts of the magazine. Then, laying it aside, he picked up the second magazine and began to flip casually through its contents to the foldout. "Holy shit!" he stammered, getting to the center spread. "Just look at those fuckin' jugs!" His leering young eyes remained glued to the enormous breasts of the young redheaded girl in the foldout for a long moment before he flipped hurriedly back to the title page. "Minnesota Miss, " the feature was titled ... RISQUE salutes Miss July ... He read a little farther into the text ... Marion Summers, our toothsome Miss-Marion! Her name was Marion! ... And she had red hair and big tits! He flipped quickly back to the foldout, and reopened it in all its color splendor on the desk. "She's a fuckin' dead ringer," he stammered. "Except for her age ... This chick looks like-" He stopped, then rechecked the date on the cover. "Shit, yes! That's her all right ... nobody else could look that good and have a kid as old as Randi!"
Quickly now, the wickedly-smiling young biker rolled the magazine into a tight cylinder and stuffed it into his rear pocket. Then, returning the other magazine to its proper place in the cabinet, he turned on his heels and fled the room. Shit, yeah, his wicked young mind burned brightly, conjuring up a plan, Randi thinks he's super-stud 'cause he made Anita's toes curt last night? Well, baby, I got news for you; turnabout is fair play!
* * *
Marion took another thoughtful bite of her tuna fish sandwich and stared blankly down at her plate. Unconsciously, she was avoiding as much as possible looking directly at her son's handsome face as he sat eating his own lunch on the opposite side of the table from her. Randi,-likewise, was avoiding his mother's look, and for similar reasons. Both were ashamed of their previous "sins" just prior to the plumber's coming; Randi for thinking dirty about his mother, his mother for becoming so excited watching him playing with himself. Had either of them been aware of the other's thoughts during that episode, neither one of them would-likely have had much of an appetite at that moment. It was Randi, finally, who shattered the icy wall of silence that had gone up between them. "Mom," he said, "you promise not to get 'pissed' if I ask you a question? It's something that's been bugging me for a long time."
"Don't use that kind of language in this house, young man! ... What question?"
"I want to know what you've got against my friends."
Marion's face reddened. "Randi, I told you I didn't-"
"I just want to know what you have against them, that's all," Randi interrupted.
Marion took a bitter sip of yesterday's lemonade and swished it around between her teeth. "They're-They're just not the right kind of boys ... they're not nice boys!"
"What's the matter, Mom? Showing your prejudice?"
"That's not the point, son. I think-"
"You think!" He was furious. "You think I'm still a ... a God damn baby!"
Marion flushed hotly. There was no way she could think of him as still being a baby. She watched him get to his feet and start to slip into his jacket. "Randi, sit down and finish your sandwich."
"Fuck that God damn sandwich!"
"Randi!"
"And the can it God damn came in!"
Marion was stunned. Jesus, that kid's got a temper! Randi zipped up and started for the door. "Where do you think you're going, Mr. High-and-Mighty?" Marion had a temper, too.
"I'm going down to the God damn cafe and get myself a bowl of menudo ... I'm not going to sit here and eat this tripe!"
Marion had to stifle a laugh. Menudo ... was tripe ... a thin Mexican tripe stew. Instead, she teased vindictively, "People who don't like tripe shouldn't eat menudo!"
Randi slammed the door behind him. I'll get even with that bitch one of these days! he promised himself on the way to the garage.
* * *
"Hi, dear. Did the plumber come yet?"
Marion nodded in the affirmative. "Yeah, Stephanie. He said it was the float valve or something. He left the bill on your kitchen table."
"But it couldn't be the float, honey. We just had the float replaced last-"
"Listen, Stephanie," Marion snapped, "I've had a bitch of a day. Please don't add to it!"
Stephanie dimpled sympathetically, remembering that Randi hadn't gotten in 'til late last night. "Sure, honey. Here's your mail, I picked it up on my way over."
Marion took the small fistful of correspondence from her unflappable neighbor and closed the door firmly behind her. "Shit," she mused, thumbing through the stack of incoming bills and circulars. "Mastercharge ... phone bill ... electricity ... What's this?" She studied the front and back of a curious small envelope ... very crudely addressed, with no postmark and no return address. "Hmmmm?" she wondered.
She went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Her long nails stripped the side of the curious little letter open and she shook out its contents a folded note and a small photograph that had been snipped from a magazine. The photo escaped her, fluttering face down onto her lap. She unfolded the note. Whoever had written it certainly had a peculiar childish scrawl. It read:
If you don't want your kid to find out your a bad girl meet me at the Rendevous Motel tomorrow at 3. P.S. It is room 43 ha ha!
"Oh. my God!" the young mother gasped, dropping the vile message. She didn't need to turn the snipped-out photo over to know that it was one of a much younger version of herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following overcast morning brought an end to another sleepless night. Marion, yawning, put on a second pot of coffee and slumped back down in her chair at the kitchen table. Randi had come back later the previous afternoon, only to make a phone call to somebody named Anita, then took off again with an obnoxious, "Don't wait up, I may spend the night." If only he'd quit running around with that bunch of animals, she thought, then a wry and pathetic smile crossed her lips. If ONLY frogs had wings, they wouldn't bump their butts when they jumped!
She buried her sleepless eyes behind the heels of her hands and rubbed. There were no more tears; she'd cried herself out yesterday after she'd gotten that threatening letter. They stung, that's all. They were red and tired and they stung. The past couple of days had been pure hell. And this afternoon when she went to the Rendevous Motel and she really had no choice in the matter she would be topping the whole thing off by having sex with ... Christ, she hadn't the foggiest notion of who had authored her fate. She yawned once more, then stretched. "Ho hum," she breathed. "Maybe I could force myself to catch a few winks," she hoped aloud. "If I'm going to play hide-the-cock with some pervert in a motel room this afternoon, I'd better get my beauty sleep." She got to her feet and half-stumbled over to the stove. There, she pressed the off-toggle under the coffee pot, then staggered wearily into the living room to curl up on the sofa. She was just tired enough that nothing could keep her awake any longer ... not even the threat of rape.
* * *
Joe awakened to the sounds of a blown-out muffler in front of the next unit at just a little past ten in the morning. He muttered an obscenity, then rolled over and started to go back to sleep when he remembered why he'd gotten the room in the first place. With a wicked smile etched on his pretty-boy face, he reached over and snapped on the side lamp. Reaching into the top drawer of the night table, he slid the Gideon Bible to one side and brought out the magazine he was using to blackmail Randi's mother. Quickly, he flipped to the centerfold and laid it out on the bed next to him. "Jesus," he exclaimed as if seeing them for the first time, "what a set of jugs!"
His hand reached under the covers and began to stroke the stiffening length of his teenage cock, his balls churning in anticipation of the day's events. Revenge had never been as sweet as it was at that moment. He was not only going to fuck his young friend's mother, but she was really a foxy lady to boot! Man, he could hardly wait till three o'clock rolled around!
Suddenly, he decided he wanted to hear her voice. He snatched up the bedside phone and rang the front office. "I want to make a local call," he said. "The number is FU 5-1536 ... Yeah, that's right ... Okay, I'll hold."
* * *
"H-Hello?"
"Is this Mrs.. Peters?"
"Yes. Who s this?"
"This is Mister ... Uh, Sunday."
"Mr. Who?"
"Uh, R. M. Sunday. I'm with the Magic Suck Vacuum Cleaner Company."
"Listen, if this is a prank call, I-"
"Oh, nonono! This is strictly on the up-and-up."
There was a short pause. "I-I already have a vacuum cleaner."
"Is it a Magic Suck?"
"No, it's a Kirby ... Say, are you sure this is on the up-and-up?"
"Well, something's sure up!"
A longer pause, "R. M. wouldn't happen to stand for Rendezvous Motel, would it?"
"Maybe. Do you know who this is?"
"No."
"Good. I like surprises, don't you?"
"Listen," Marion softened, hoping to make some kind of a deal whereby she could hold onto her sanity, "if it's money you want-"
"How much you got?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe I could put together a couple of thousand."
"Good. Bring it with you when you come."
"Now, wait just a Goddamn minute!"
"Okay. Fuck the money. You got black nylons and a garter belt?"
"I-I have the black nylons, but all I have to hold them up is a panty girdle."
"That's okay, wear it ... And, on second thought, why don't you come a little early ... Say around noon?"
"Noon! But-"
CLICK
Marion stared at the receiver for a long moment before placing it back in the cradle. Where had she heard the voice before? she wondered. Then, unable to place it, she got up off the couch and went to the bathroom. Jesus, she had to be there by noon now!
She filled the tub with hot water and bubble bath, then went to the kitchen to check and clock. It was not quite ten-thirty. She'd have to hurry. The bath was a quick one, but she paid careful attention to her sex parts. Rape or not, she took a great deal of pride in her personal appearance and hygiene. She drained the tub, then brushed the bitter taste of coffee from her teeth. It was nearly eleven. She had a half hour to dress and a half hour to get there.
In the bottom of a dresser drawer, she found her long unused black nylons and panty girdle. Quickly, she wriggled into them, then smoothed them to perfection before the mirror over her vanity. The panty girdle was totally unnecessary as far as molding her figure was concerned. Her figure was already molded to perfection. Indeed, its only purpose was to support the sheer black nylons that now encased her long slender legs. It was made of clinging lycra, and it had no crotch! God, she thought, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, you really do look like a slut in this rig! For a brief moment, she pondered the relative advantages of covering her nakedly exposed pubic curls with a pair of panties, then decided that the less she wore to the motel, the quicker she was-likely to get the ordeal over with.
She selected a green velour ultra-minidress from the closet, and a pair of stack-heeled white patent pumps with open toes and delicate ankle straps. She slipped hurriedly into them, then crossed to the vanity to apply the finishing touches of her ensemble. A strand of simple beige beads with matching button earrings, a skip of eyeliner and a touch of rouge, a bit of strawberry lip gloss and several strokes of the brush through her silken auburn hair that fell freely from a simple center part to frame her wholesome pretty face, and she was done. Finished. And running only five minutes late, at that. She got to her feet and scourged the hall closet for her blue trenchcoat, then scrawled a "something about shopping at the Mall" note to Randi ... just in case. Well, kid, she swallowed dryly as she headed out to the car, this is it!
* * *
Joe Danielson was peering from behind the edge of the cheap cotton drapes as Marion Peters' orange Volkswagen hatchback made the gravelly turn into the motel parking lot and began to make a slow circle, looking for the appropriate unit. Eventually, after a few false stops, she eased to a halt next to a "chopper" motorcycle in front of forty-three and cut the ignition.
He watched her get out of the car, catching an unguarded glimpse of white thigh above her stocking tops as her very short dress bunched up on getting out. Man, he was really going to enjoy this number! She locked the door behind her, then turned up the collar of her trench coat against the sudden sprinkle that had started to fall from the clouded sky, and darted quickly under the cheap awning that connected the little bungalow-type units. She knocked.
"Come in, Mrs.. Peters, before you get wet."
Good God, it's that nasty Danielson boy!
"I said, 'Come in,' God damn it!"
Her face suddenly red with the embarrassing knowledge that it was one of her son's own buddies who was doing the blackmailing, Marion stepped cautiously inside and took a long breath of air. Oh God, she sickened, don't make me go through with this!
"Take off your coat."
"Listen," the thirty-five year old mother stammered desperately, "about the money."
"Take off your coat."
Marion's trembling fingers found the buckle of her trench coat and began to unfasten it. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she raised no further protest. What choice did she have? She could spend a few hours having sex with this brutally handsome boy, or ... lose what little she had in this world her only son, whom she loved dearly.
Joe stepped forward and slapped her face.
"W-What was that for?"
"For fun, you suck-ass whore. Now get out of the God damn clothes!"
Marion let the coat drop in a crumpled heap at her pretty feet, then reached back to unzip her dress, causing her full round breasts to swell lewdly forward as she did so. "P-Please don't be rough," she whimpered. "I'm here for you to use, but please don't be mean to me."
Joe slapped her again, feeling a tremendous thrill of excitement shoot through his swollen cock that threatened to pop the steel buttons on the front of his Levi trousers. Then, brutally, he grabbed a handful of her thick red hair and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard on the lips, his long pointed tongue thrust deep within her oral cavern, her cantaloupe-size breasts mashed excitingly against his hairless naked chest. "Now take off that fucking dress," he commanded, releasing her. "I want you to suck me off for awhile before I fuck you!"
Marion didn't know what to do. She felt trapped and helpless. She was trapped and helpless. There was no way she could refuse Joe's demands. She somehow managed to resign herself to her fate, chastising herself for ever having posed for those lurid photographs so many years before. For the moment, her son and rigidly moralistic upbringing at the hands of her dowager aunt were pushed into the background. She stripped quickly out of her dress, ready, if not willing, to participate in the demanded sexual extortion.
Joe's prick felt like it was going to explode as he watched his friend's mother's breasts swaying and quivering nakedly on her proud chest. She had chosen not to wear a bra, for the same reason she had chosen to forego the panties, namely expediency. She wanted to get it over as quickly as possible. Still, the egocentric young man did not read it that way at all. Indeed, he took it as a sign of latent eagerness on her part that she had come to him already half-naked beneath her outer clothing.
He couldn't believe her body could be so beautiful all of it but especially her fantastic breasts. They were absolutely gigantic ... cup size double D's, maybe . . but firm, with only the slightest sag in consideration of their massive weight. He'd seen breasts as large before, on women in their sixties and seventies and weighing one-eighty plus ... but never, never, on a woman so young, above a waist narrow enough to do justice to a twelve year old girl!
Marion reached down and started to unfasten the snaps to her garters.
"No, leave them on," he instructed. "I like them. The shoes, too."
Marion straightened, standing nearly naked before the evilly grinning boy. "W-What do you want me to do?" she managed.
"Just sit down on the bed; I'll be with you in a minute."
The young mother sat down on the edge of the bed and watched the muscular young biker strip quickly out of his blue jeans, his only garment. My God! she thought, as his turgid, lust-inflamed penis sprang into view. H-He's nearly as large as Randi!
Marion could scarcely believe the size of the cock before her. Randi's was a little bigger, that was true, but then, Randi was really a much bigger boy ... and he was circumcised! And now, as she watched Joe Danielson moving toward her, his enormous teenage cock swaying wickedly from side to side at a menacing forty-five degree angle to his body, she felt at once intimidated and mesmerized. She'd never seen an uncircumcised penis before and it fascinated her. She watched the boy skin the loose flap of skin back and forth over the bulging purple head with one hand, the other hand resting cockily on his hip like a swaggering sailor until he stood mere inches from her frightened face. "Jack me off!" he barked suddenly, removing his own hand and jutting his lean loins forward until the tip of his cock was but a scant few inches from her startled eyes.
"I I don't know how, Joe."
Joe backhanded her, leaving a livid red welt across her right cheek where his fingers had struck. "Jack me the fuck off," he repeated. "Now!"
Marion, her cheek smarting from the repeated blows she had received from the vicious young motorcyclist, reached out timidly and wrapped her slender fingers around the stalk of rigid sweating flesh that throbbed before her.
"A little tighter, bitch...,No, not that tight ... Yeah, that's good baby ... Gooooood! Now, move your hand up and down "Like you seen me doing a minute ago."
An inexplicably erotic tingle shot through the young mother's loins at the velvety sensuous feel of the boy's flesh in her long-nailed fingers. In some weird and bizarre way, it was almost exciting. She felt the pulsing rigid network of veins and ridges beneath her sweating palm as she drew the wealth of skin downwards, then watched a thick white pearl of nectar form at the bloated hollow in its tip as she milked upwards along its eight-inch length.
"Okay, baby," Joe cooed ominously, leaning forward so that his knees touched the edge of the bed on either side of her, "Lick it!"
Marion held her pretty face but a breath away from the enormous' column, still a little frightened by its size. Her long coppery hair spilled down over her face like a silken curtain, some of it brushing lightly over Joe's penis as she narrowed the distance between it and her satiny lips and velvet tongue. Gripping him tightly by the root of his cock, the young redheaded mother poked her hot pink tongue out experimentally and lapped at the sticky underside of the boy's turgid shaft. God, she thought, this is absolutely wicked! She lapped again, this time wiping away the pearl of syrup that had formed at its tip. I-It's salty, she noted, but not ... bad.
"Now stick it in your mouth, pig!"
Pig? Was that what she was? Was that why she was starting to feel little chills of excitement mounting up and down her naked spine?
She forced the loose flap of foreskin down firmly over the bulging lust-purpled head of the boy's cock so that it seemed to squirt from its fleshy covering like toothpaste from a tube, leaving it sleek and naked before her staring eyes. Her moist full lips parted smoothly over the giant tip as she took it slowly and voluptuously into her sucking mouth. The swollen, hot mushroom head of it alone seemed to fill her tender oral cavern to capacity as her saliva gushed hotly out, wetting and lubricating the still-growing scarlet shaft beneath it.
"That's it, baby ... Yeah, just like thaaat!" the wicked boy gurgled above her. "You suck like a real pro!"
Did she? she wondered. Did she really suck like a pro?
The sensations of his friend's mother's warmly sucking mouth surrounding the swollen tip of his lust-inflamed glans was driving Joe wild with lewd excitement. Her beautiful auburn hair brushed sensuously across his twisted bloated balls and muscular young belly as it swung freely beneath her bobbing face, and he reached down and grabbed a thick handful of it while thrusting his hips up so tightly that his buttocks dimpled with the effort. He felt his hard flesh suddenly run down the full length of her feverishly licking and swirling tongue, to lodge deeply in the farthest recesses of her throat.
"Whoa, bitch!" Joe snapped suddenly. "Let me get up on the bed, before I cream right here in your face!"
Quickly, he withdrew from Marion's now-receptive mouth and climbed up on the bed. Taking a reclining position in the center, he reached out and grabbed another fistful of red hair and forced her back down on his leaking cock so that her naked dimpled buttocks, as white and smooth as polished ivory, were elevated and exposed behind her wavering form.
Almost involuntarily, Marion tightened her lips around the thickening shaft and sucked inwards with all her might. It was all she could do to keep from gagging, and there was still more than half of it protruding from her mouth.
Joe thrust his whippet-lean hips clear off the bed then, forcing Iris huge penis mercilessly deeper into his friend's mother's mouth. He grabbed great handfuls of her shimmering hair on either side of her bobbing head and forced her up and down on his flesh before she even had time to adjust to the increased amount of meat in her mouth.
Marion didn't know if it was the act of illicit sex itself, the tawdry setting, or her slavish position that triggered it, but there was no doubt that she was rapidly becoming sexually stimulated herself. She was more than ready to do the wicked boy's bidding to suck his cock, or anything else he might ask of her. The knowledge that the entire affair was somehow out of her control, fused with the obscene fact that her mouth was being used like a second cunt by a mean young man sent shivers of masochistic excitement shooting through her belly. Would he make her swallow it when he came? Would she enjoy it if he did? These and other wickedly thrilling thoughts burned brightly in the young mother's brain.
Joe held her head still tighter, then thrust with ever-increasing urgency into her eagerly sucking oral chamber, causing her whole perfect body to bounce up and down on the bed, her heavy breasts jiggling and scraping their now-turgid nipples along the cheap cotton spread. "How do you like sucking a cock that size?" he teased lewdly.
Marion could only nod her pleasure from behind half-closed green eyes, unable and unwilling to part with the sweating lust-purpled cock upon which she sucked.
"Are you ready to be fucked now?"
Again she nodded. Yes, oh God, yes, you dirty boy ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!
Suddenly, Joe grabbed the bedside phone and rang the front office. "Hey, Archie. This is Joe. Remember the deal we worked out on the rent?"
Archie? ... Rent? "Listen, I . ... MMMmmmmmfff."
"Shut up and suck!"
Marion could feel the pressure building more intense and insistent in the young biker's sperm-filled balls, and her hand pumped the base of his cock in time to his thrusts into her mouth. Supporting her weight on her elbows, her dimpled white ass naked and exposed below the crotchless panty girdle, she sucked to please. Thin rivulets of saliva escaped her sucking lips to dribble from the corners of her mouth and run down the swollen stalk of the boy's thick cock. Behind her, she could feel the tender pink bud of her clitoris slip hotly forward to brush teasingly against the wispy pubic curls that fringed the parted lips of her pussy. God, it really was exciting! Then, there was the sound of the unlocked door easing open ... an ominous shadow thrust across the bed ... they were not alone!
"There it is, Archie. Have yourself a ball!"
Marion started to raise her head again in' protest, but Joe's firm grip on her flaming hair kept her from doing so. She was trapped, stuck on the end of a teenage boy's branch-like cock while ... while ... She managed to maneuver her head so as to catch a fleeting glimpse of the person called Archie in the mirror over the dresser. My God! she thought, startled. H-he's nothing but a filthy old man!
"Archie's an old pal of mine, Mrs.. Peters. He manages this joint for a friend of my old man's."
Marion scarcely heard a word of the evil motorcyclist's explanation as she stared in abject horror at the reflected image of the old gray-haired man from the corners of her eyes. God, he was at least seventy, as skinny as a rail, with skin the color and texture of weathered parchment! And his clothes, they were filthy! Greasy, smelly chino shirt and pants and sturdy, oily work shoes ... he looked like he'd just crawled out from under the plumbing in a toilet!
"She's sure got a purty ass, ain't she, Joe?"
"She sure does, Pops," Joe teased venomously. "Why don't you feel how smooth it is?"
NONONONO! Marion panicked, twisting violently in an attempt to escape the wicked boy's clutches. I won't ... I can't!
SLAP!
Joe had slapped her face. Hard. There would probably be a welt there in the morning. "You try that again, bitch, and I'll take a primary chain to your ass! Do you understand? ... Well do you!" Marion nodded in fear. "I don't think you do ... Archie, take off your belt and give her a couple of smacks. If she tries to fight you, let her have it with the buckle!"
Marion's entire kneeling body shivered in terror as she caught the dirty manager's expression in the mirror. "S Sure, Joe," he stammered excitedly. "Anything you say!" My God, he's ... he's actually drooling!
Quickly, the old man removed his thick leather belt and folded it in half. Marion felt her heart would surely stop as she watched him raise it above his gray, crew-cutted head, then bring it down with all of his meager weight behind it.
SMACK!
She could see the front of the old man's chinos poling out tent-like around his rising, ancient erection. Swoosh ... SMACK!!
MY GOD, HE'S GOING TO BEAT ME TO ... SMACK!! !
The old man raised clear up on his tiptoes, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, his parchment lips peeled back in a sickening grin over ancient huge false teeth that were at least two sizes too large for his shriveled face.
SMACK!! ! ! SMACK!! ! !
"THAT'S GOD DAMN ENOUGH!" Joe yelled in anger. "IF I HAVE TO GET UP AND
"Y Yeah, sure, Joe," the cowardly old man whimpered, coming to his senses and dropping his belt. "I forgot. I I sure didn't mean to..."
"Oh, shut the fuck up and screw the bitch!"
"Yeah, sure, Joe. I-I'm sure sorry."
Marion felt an icy shudder coming over her. God, she could only imagine what the sadistic old manager would do to her if he ever got her alone!
Quickly, the lewd old man unzipped his fly and fished around in his chinos for his penis. Working it free with his gnarled liver-spotted hand, he hauled it out into the open. Marion emitted a small gasp around the cock still stuffing her gaping mouth at the sight of the old man's cock. It wasn't big, not compared to Joe's, but it was big enough ... and it was very, very thin ... like a greasy red candle with a wicked curve and a head the size and shape of one of those little red balls that little girls used to play jacks with. And it dripped from its gaping coralline slit onto the cotton spread, while around it, also protruding from his fly, were silvery tufts of long pubic hair. Oh God! she thought. I It looks almost like a dog's penis!
Suddenly, Marion became painfully aware of hands twisting into her hair again. "Who told you that you could stop sucking, bitch!" Joe snapped, thrusting his hips upwards for emphasis. "Get busy, bitch!"
Again, the red-haired mother began to suck upon his swollen flesh, swirling her hot pink tongue around its bloated mushroom head in wet concentric circles. She could feel it filling every hollow and crevice of her face, and ... and she could feel Archie's bony fingers kneading the pliant flesh of her buttocks as he climbed up on the bed behind her.
The old man's hands spread her smooth white buttocks like the twin halves of a sun-ripened peach, then lowered his whisker-stubbled face to the exposed crevice and licked it. He felt the young woman beneath him flinch and tense beneath his probing lingual member as it slid easily along her moist cleft, dipping and prodding into the succulent hollows of her vagina and rectum on the upsweep. Then, his emaciated old body quivering with excitement at her sweet taste, he buried his entire pale face into the exposed valley and began to suck and lick and nibble with his plastic teeth, whatever soft white skin got in the way of his dirty mouth.
Marion flinched, then, almost involuntarily, relaxed as Archie's probing mouth excited her ass against her will. Again she felt the lewd tremors of excitement in her belly, and knew that even this horrible addition to her ravishment could become pleasurable given enough time and under the proper circumstances. Then, without a hint of warning, the aged manager's tongue found the tip of her distended clitoris and began to flick it maddeningly. "OOOoooh!" she moaned uncontrollably around Joe's poling cock.
The old man grinned broadly as the young woman whose name he didn't even know began to succumb to his oral lovemaking He could tell from the subtle but persistent mewlings and backthrusts that she was more than ready to be fucked. Quickly, he clambered back up on his bony knees and situated the rigid length of his red curved penis in the saliva and perspiration-slickened crevice between the parted half-moons of her buttocks. He rubbed there deliciously for a long moment, then centered the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt and shoved, slithering easily in to the hilt in her now aroused vagina.
"OOOoooh!" the redheaded mother gurgled delightedly.
She was skewered like an obscene shish kabob between the cocks of a boy nearly young enough to be her son, and a smelly old man nearly old enough to be her grandfather. It was horrible ... it was wicked ... it was wonderful!
She could still feel her face stinging from Joe's perverted slapping of her, and thick red welts were already rising on her ass from the belt. Still, the very idea that she was being forced to play whore to these two vile men was enough to trigger fanciful masochistic thrills deep within her belly. The mere thought of being treated like a cheap cut of meat, just the thought itself, was enough to cause her clitoris to hotly stiffen.
She could feel every wrinkle and pulsing vein of Archie's cock, the thin warm lips of her vagina clinging sweetly to its filth on the out-stroke, sluicing open like the gates of a dam on the in-stroke. It was wonderful, it was heaven and hell, it was glorious!
Her lips clung tightly to Joe's hard prick upon which she continued to suck her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel the young man's twisting balls seethe and tremble with their need as they bounced against her saliva and mucus-streaked chin. God, she thought, he's going to cum soon . , . and right in my mouth!
The old man gripped her now-bucking torso around her narrow waist, his head arched lewdly forward over her naked back, his tongue lolling from his toothy mouth like that of a rutting beast to drip saliva along the ridge of her spine. His smell, like that of urine and cheap liquor, of dirt and sweat, was enough to make her nauseous ... and terrible, masochistically excited. His talon-like steely fingers nearly tore through the lycra material of her panty girdle as he clawed and writhed in his insane fucking in and out of her red-haired pussy below. She was smooth as silk and he rode her like a cowboy breaking a spirited mare, the rubbery head of his dirty penis crushing painfully against the sweet ball of her cervix.
"How is she, Archie?" Joe groaned from her other end. "How's that sweet ass of hers? "
The old man looked up and grinned, beads of sweat dotting his wrinkled ancient brow. "She'd a good piece of ass, Joe. Almost as good as that little black whore you brung up here two weeks ago!"
Almost as good! Marion reddened. Well, we'll just have to see about that!
Quickly, she raised her ass still higher and began to work it in tight concentric circles, also bringing the interior muscles of her vagina into play as she milked and drew along the festered red cock poling into her dog-style in an effort to please him for the very vileness he represented to her.
Then, suddenly, without a hint of warning, Joe began to erupt. Long thin jets of the young biker's semen squirted into his friend's mother's mouth, nearly causing her to gag in her efforts to swallow it down. In her new masochistic bliss, she didn't want to lose a single drop of the pungent liquor. Oh, dear God! her lust deranged mind sang Forgive me ... but I LOVE IT SO!
Archie, behind her, increased his already-frantic fucking in and out of Marion's creamy, lust-slickened pussy. He, too, felt that he would not be able to hold off his climax for very much longer. He could feel his ancient, wrinkled, red balls churning ominously in their prickly sack, and he knew that the time was close at hand. He loved fucking these pretty young bitches, but they demanded more than his advanced age would permit in terms of lasting power. Still, he poled in and out of Marion's liquid cunt with the energy of a man half his age hard, rippling thrusts that sent the tender interior flesh of the young mother ahead of it in lusty waves of bliss.
Joe groaned the last of his release and pulled his rapidly deflating member from between Marion's sucking lips. For the next few minutes, at least, she belonged exclusively to Archie. It would take the muscular young man but a few minutes to recuperate, and he was far from finished with the delightful redheaded mother. Indeed, he intended to keep her there in that dirty motel room as long as he was capable of erection. Yes, there was several things he wanted to do to her yet ... things that she'd only dreamed of. . . !
Without the bolstering support of Joe's cock in her mouth, Marion's shoulders slumped forward on the bed, causing her ripe round breasts to mash deliciously against the rough cotton fabric of the cheap bedspread. Her thickly distended nipples rubbed and scraped there with maddening frequency, nearly causing her to cry out from the sheer pleasure of it. She could feel the old man's dirty penis thrust inwards to its seven-inch hilt, then withdraw, only to plummet inwards again with bone-jarring intensity. Time and time again it fucked in her. Time and time. . . "Oh God!" she cried suddenly, from deep down in her throat. "I'M CUMMING! ... AAAaaaUUUrrrGGGhhh!! ! "
The old man, too, sensed the final churn of his balls. Quickly now, two or three more rapid strokes, and he, too, was beginning to cream his heavy load of sperm into the writhing and bucking mother's eagerly sucking pussy from behind. "S She's even better than that nigger bitch!" he stammered breathlessly.
Marion's passion-twisted face managed to form a satisfied smile at the old man's words. She had pleased him She had pleased them both!
It would be an interesting afternoon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marion stretched out languidly in the tub, letting the warm and sudsy water swirl around her bruised and battered body. She shut her eyes tightly, but still could not shut out the vivid memory of yesterday's events in that dirty motel room. How many times had they forced her to fuck them ... and suck them? God, she couldn't even remember! It had been nearly dark when she'd finally staggered out to her car to leave, barely able to walk from the soreness of her much-abused vagina.
The warm, soapy water stung the still-tender welts on her satiny buttocks as she idly soaped a washcloth and began to scrub away the shame from her soiled body. It was a futile attempt and she knew it; as futile as trying to deny that she had enjoyed every minute of her so-called rape the day before. A wry smile crossed her lips as she realized that she couldn't even remember getting into bed that night. She had fallen asleep before her head had hit the pillow. But now, with this new-found awakening of her body ... how could she ever go back to the way she used to be? How, she shuddered unwillingly, could she keep her terrible "secret" from her son?
"Hey, Mom, you in the can?"
"Y-Yes, dear. What do you want?"
"What's for breakfast? I'm hungry enough to eat a cow!"
"Wait a sec, Randi. I'll be out in a minute to fix us something."
"How 'bout hotcakes, Mom?"
"Hotcakes are fine, dear. Go ahead and take the stuff out of the cupboard; I'm getting out of the tub now." She leaned forward and pulled the plug.
"Hey, Mom, we got anymore of that strawberry syrup?"
"No, baby. You'll have to settle for honey ... unless you want to hop on your bike and run down to the store."
"Naw, honey's okay. I did enough riding yesterday."
So did I, son! she dimpled ironically. So did I!
* * *
In the Guadalajara Cafe, Chuck Aaker and Eddie Flores sat on either side of their boasting young friend, Joe Danielson, with incredulous expressions on their faces. Eddie, especially, was somewhat skeptical of his pal's claim ... even with the incriminating magazine spread out on the counter before him. He shook his heavy head and looked Joe directly in the eye. "I still say you're full of shit, Danielson," he spat.
Joe felt his face redden at the fat boy's insinuation. "You calling me a liar, fatso?"
Eddie didn't like to be called fatso. Still, he wasn't certain he was ready for a showdown with the smaller, but faster, boy. He looked down at his bowl of menudo. "Naw, man, I ain't sayin' that ... I mean, what the hell, you got the magazine; but that don't prove you did nothin'. "
"Sure sounds like he's callin' you a liar to me, Joe!" Aaker teased, attempting to defuse the confrontation between his two friends.
"Shut up, Chuck!" they responded together.
A silence passed. Joe stirred his coffee thoughtfully. "Okay," he said finally, "we'll just take a run over to the Rendezvous Motel and ask Archie."
Eddie swallowed a large spoonful of menudo, then took a healthy swig of coffee, baring his teeth as it burned his gullet on the way down. "Uh-uh!" he admonished. "That old mother-fucker would say farts don't stink if you put him up to it."
Joe seethed. "You got any better ideas, fatso?"
"Yeah. Let's take a run over to her place."
Chuck brightened. "Yeah, Joe, let's do that. That time I seen her she had great tit-"
"Shut up, Chuck!" Joe scratched his head of tousled hair. "Okay, fatso. You're on ... on one condition."
The fat boy looked at his handsome buddy and blinked.
"If we score, you gotta shine my bike for a week."
Eddie smiled lewdly. "Whatever's fair, man."
"Let me give her a call first, so's she can get rid of the kid."
Eddie nodded in agreement.
* * *
Marion looked up from her morning dishes to wave good bye to Randi as he rolled his bike down the driveway on the way to school.
She pulled the stopper on the sink, then stood idly by and watched the soiled water swirl down the drain. In a way, she was almost saddened to be done with the dishes. Somehow doing them was a very wholesome thing to do this day. She dried her hands on the dishtowel and surveyed the kitchen for something else to do.
Finding nothing worthwhile in the kitchen, Marion drifted idly into the living room. There had to be some wholesome house-wifey thing for her to do that she'd been procrastinating on. The carpets! her mind sang at last. I can shampoo the carpets! Quickly, she stripped off her apron and went to the hall closet to find her coat and car keys. Safeway supermarket rented carpet shampooing machines, didn't they? Well, she'd just pick one up for the day, and ... Ring ... !
Good grief, who can that be?
I'd better answer it, she reasoned, it might be Stephanie seeing if it's okay for her to come over.
"Hello?"
"Hi, lady. It's your ever lovin' R. M. Sunday callin'! "
Oh, God! It was Joe Danielson!
"W-What do you want?" she snapped. "You told me you wouldn't bother me anymore."
"I lied."
"What do you want."
"Where's Randi?"
Marion panicked for a moment. Should she tell him Randi was there, she wondered. No, he'd probably ask to talk to him, just to see if she was telling the truth. "H-He's not here, right now," she managed finally.
"Where is he?"
"He's gone to school."
Joe laughed loudly into the receiver. "Oh, yeah? Then, he probably won't be back before two or three this afternoon, right?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe he-"
"Maybe nothin'! I'll be coming over!"
Marion felt her knees beginning to tremble. "Joe, please ... you promised!"
"You know you ran off without your magazine yesterday?"
Oh, dear God!
"I just thought I'd run it over to you."
"Ms that all?" she queried hopefully. "No."
"Please don't do this to me, Joe. I showed you a good time yesterday, and-"
"I'll be bringing a couple of pals with me."
"No, Joe! You can't! Joe? ... Joe? ... Hello?"
CHAPTER SIX
Marion dropped the telephone receiver back in its cradle, then leaned forward and wept into her cupped and trembling palms. Oh, my God, she shivered in horror, what have I done? Why me? ... WHY ME! Tears fell wetly from her lovely green eyes--eyes the color of a tropic sea eyes that had wept before in fear on nights when she'd had her horrible dream ... and now ... now that dream had become hellish reality. And worse, much, much worse, was the heartfelt knowledge that under the properly wicked tutelage of men like that wicked Danielson boy, she herself was as capable as they in bringing about her own destruction. Yesterday in the motel had proved that once and for all. What had begun as a rape wound up turning her into a hopeless wanton, a slut unfit for the company of decent people. And today, too, she knew would-likely end up the same way. Joe and his-pals would make her do sickening depraved things and she would wind up loving every minute of it. One look at their rigid young cocks and her feet would turn to clay.
With a deep sigh, Marion got to her feet and found her way into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of Scotch from a cupboard. She poured two fingers into a water tumbler, and drained it in a single searing gulp. She poured again; three fingers this time, and an ice cube. Again she drained it. She poured again. She wanted to get drunk. She wanted to die.
Finally, her head pounding from the too-rapid ingestion of the potent Scotch, the redheaded mother heaved another heavy sigh and slowly meandered into the bathroom to put on her makeup. No sense looking like a pig, she admonished herself, taking another hearty sip from the glass she'd brought along with her, just because you're going to gang-bang a bunch of horny teenagers!
She found her lipstick applicator and painted her lips generously, almost slatternly with the reddest shade of lip gloss she owned. Then, in like fashion she smeared a large gob of blue eye shadow over each doe-sized orb. Almost viciously, she tossed down the last of the Scotch and snatched up her hairbrush, nearly pulling her rusty hair out by the roots as she dragged and jerked it through its shimmering loveliness, letting it fall freely from her simple center part. Then, finished, she stuck her drink-thickened tongue out at the slightly blurred image that stared back at her from the mirror over the bathroom sink, and smiled. They want a whore? she laughed. Well, they got one now for sure!
She spun on her heels then, and flung herself down the hall to her bedroom. Determined now to complete her self-imposed image of herself, she rifled through her dresser drawers for those special finishing touches that would complete the picture she intended to present. A black, lacy half-bra. A pair of accompanying lace panties. High-heeled, black satin mules. A whisper-thin baby doll nightie top that barely covered the shimmering copper-colored cleft of her pubic mound. Done!
She was just slipping into her high-heeled mules when she heard the distinctive throaty rasp of a pack of chopper-style motorcycles pouring into her drive. Mustn't keep company waiting, she hurried herself. Then, flying down the hall to the front door, "It's time to fuck, fair lady!" In part from the hastily-imbibed liquor, in part from her own self-pity, Marion Peters was drunk.
"Jesus!" Chuck exclaimed as he entered the living room behind his friend, Joe. He'd never in his young life seen anything quite so breathtaking as Marion Peters was at that moment.
"Come in, boys," she chirped. "I thought you'd never get here!"
Eddie reached out and tugged Joe Danielson's sleeve. "Hey, man," he whispered. "That dumb bitch is drunk!"
"So what," the tougher boy flinched away. "Her pussy's okay, ain't it?"
"Just sit right down anywhere, boys. You can each take me to my room and fuck me one at a time."
Joe took a seat on the couch next to Chuck. Eddie found himself a niche in an overstuffed chair next to a potted rubber plant.
Marion crossed to the kitchen entrance. "You boys old enough to drink?" she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Joe flinched involuntarily on the couch. He wasn't sure he cared for this turn of the cards. Just who the hell does that dippy bitch think she is! he brooded, balling his fists.
"I'll take a beer ... if you got it!" Chuck smiled contentedly.
"Beer? ... What about you in the chair?"
Eddie looked surprised. "Me?"
"I don't think anybody could squeeze in there with you, dear."
"Ha ha ha, hey, Joe, did you hear-"
"Shut up, Chuck!"
"Gimmee some tequila," Eddie barked, his jaws grinding in anger. '"'Cuervo okay."
"Yeah, Cuervo's tops. "Joe?"
"I don't want nothin'. "
Marion poured Eddie's drink, then brought it and Chuck's beer to them where they sat. "Are you sure, lover ... you look like you could use a little something.".
"I don't want nothin'. "
"Afraid it will affect your performance, DAHling?"
Chuck nearly choked on his beer. Joe cut him off with a warning glance. "Just watch your mouth, bitch!"
"How 'bout some nice cherry Koolade? I've got some-"
"SHUT UP!"
Marion smiled softly, but said nothing. Instead, she returned to the kitchen and poured herself another shot of Scotch.
"Never mind the drinks," the angered Joe spat at her back. "We're going to your room now ... all of us!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Okay, you wise-assed bitch," Joe bellowed, his face flushing red with anger, "get out of them God damn clothes! I want to see you buck-ass naked!"
"Make her do it real slow, Joe," Chuck offered wickedly, stepping out of his trousers. "Make her do a strip "
Joe's face thawed a little, then broke into a fox-like grin. "Yeah, why not? ... Eddie, get the door, will ya? "
The fat boy stopped undressing long enough to kick the bedroom door shut. "You want me to lock it? " he asked.
"I-lt doesn't lock," Marion trembled.
"Skip it, Eddie. The kid's gone for the day."
Marion was frightened, perhaps more frightened than she had been the day before at the motel. Her little plan to shame the handsome young biker into sensibility had backfired ... and she feared that her fate was-likely to be only the worse for the effort. Slowly, in time to an imaginary drum roll far off in her mind, she began to slip the filmy negligee from her ivory shoulders.
Joe Danielson smiled smugly, satisfied at last to be back in control of the situation. If there was anything he couldn't abide, it was being second man on the totem ... especially if the first spot was occupied by a broad. She had spunk, he had to give her credit for that. But then, that would only make her crawling to him that much sweeter when the time came. And, after all, as long as he had possession of that incriminating magazine, he held the last trick in the deck ... no matter how spunky she wanted to play it!
Marion shrugged her smooth shoulders and let the baby-doll top slip from them into a liquid puddle at her feet She deliberately avoided looking at the boys' leering faces, knowing instinctively that what she would find there would only add to her mounting fear. Instead, she closed her eyes tightly, and pretended she was stripping before a large, unseen group of strangers. The fantasy was oddly calming, separating her in time and space from the ugly reality of her situation No, she wasn't a whore ... she was an artist ... an erotic artist!
"Take off your bra, " Joe instructed from somewhere in another world. "And do it slowly, we want to enjoy it!"
All three of the young burly motorcyclists sat sprawled on the bedroom carpet as they watched their young friend's mother gracefully and obediently draw her slender arms behind her back, causing her proud full breasts to protrude even further from the too-tight black half-bra, and unfasten the narrow cinching straps. Then, there was an audible intake of breath as they watched the lacy black strip of material hang loosely from the alabaster mounds for a moment before she let it fall. Her bulging beige nipples, despite her fear and anxiety, spiked out immediately against the sudden onrush of chill air.
"Jesus," Chuck stammered, "bend down and let me see if them mother-fuckers is real!"
"They're real enough!" Marion hesitated, her eyes fluttering open momentarily in hostility.
"Bend down there and let me feel them!" Joe commanded hoarsely.
The redheaded mother stepped in front of the lewdly sprawled naked teenager and bent from the waist to allow the boy his feel.
Chuck reached out with thumbs and forefingers, rolling the lushly swollen nipples between them as if he were inspecting fine imported silk Marion flinched slightly at his delicate touch, and started to pull away when she caught the look of warning on Joe's face from the corner of her eye. Her shoulders slumped in resignation. It wasn't that she didn't like the feel of the young motorcyclist's rough, but gentle, hands on her dangling breasts ... it was just an automatic reaction on her part to recoil from a stranger's intimate fondling of her naked parts. Then, almost as if by accident, she let her eyes drop to the swollen red flesh that poled up from the boy's splayed legs.
Chuck noticed the young mother's reluctant but fascinated stare and hunched his firm young hips up lewdly. "You like my prick, Mrs.. Peters? " he teased.
Marion started to close her eyes again in embarrassment, but the strong young biker twisted her nipples cruelly. "Look at it, Mrs.. Peters! Look at my cock!"
Marion's eyes fluttered open again, to gape at the boy's massive scarlet erection There was a tiny silver pearl of pre-coital sap forming in the hollow of its tip and she shivered in a mixture of excitement and dread. Oh God, she fretted, how did I ever get myself into this fix?
"Touch it, Mrs. Peters!"
Obediently, the tormented young mother bent still lower and reached out with her slender fingers to caress the hot red stalk of the blonde boy's penis. It felt rubbery and sticky and hard ... all at the same time. And ... and she couldn't deny the tiny electric tingle in her loins that the intimate contact caused to ripple through her. Quickly, with no further instruction, she milked the thick layer of foreskin down and up again, causing the tiny pearl of nectar at its tip to swell still larger.
"That's enough," barked Joe "Give somebody else a chance!"
Marion straightened, then stopped over Joe's prostrate form and moved in the direction of the fat Chicano boy. With a haughty toss of her beautiful red mane, she hoisted her luscious white breasts in cupped palms and smiled provocatively down at him. "Would you like a feel, too, Eddie? " she asked.
The fat boy, lying flat on his back with his hands folded behind his head, raised up quickly and supported his considerable weight on his elbows. He studied the young mother for a moment, still dressed as she was in nylon panties and high-heeled mules, before deciding "Let me see your ass," he stated flatly.
Marion felt her rapidly-moistening pussy flower open slightly at the lewd boy's words as she turned her back and presented her ass to him. With a shiver of excitement, she bent forward until her hands were level with her ankles and cooed sweetly back, "Would you like to take my panties off yourself, Eddie? "
Eddie felt his short thick prick jerk involuntarily at the young woman's lewd proposal. He scrambled quickly to his feet and began to roll the thin fabric over her jutting white buttocks, letting them drop lewdly to her knees like a flag of surrender when they had cleared the swell. He leaned forward then, and insinuated his turgid pudgy cock in the passion-moistened crevice of her ass and began to rub it back and forth over her tiny pink anus.
"Is that where you'd like to fuck me, Eddie? " she mewed affectionately. "Would you like to stick your lovely cock up my ass-hole? "
Inspired by the alcohol, and the lewd, unexpected words that had just tumbled from her own lips, the beautiful young mother reached out between her slightly-parted legs and seized the fat boy's penis by the base with her long-nailed fingers and lowered it to the entrance of her vagina "Let's wet him up a little bit first, okay? " she explained.
With a bullish grunt of approval, the fat boy shoved, his short greasy penis sliding into her to the hilt
"Oh, my!" Marion exclaimed excitedly, her hands dropping to the floor in front of her to keep from being bowled over. "That's very nice, Eddie!"
Eddie leaned back on his heels, momentarily withdrawing until just the tip of his cock remained embedded in his friend's mother's smooth red-fringed cunt, then pressed forward again until his pudgy little balls pressed firmly against her rapidly distending clitoris "Oh, yesss, Eddie!" she hissed. "That's very, very nice!"
Joe Danielson, himself naked and rigidly erect, smiled evilly at Chuck Aaker. "Hey, man," he whispered unnecessarily, "you reckon we ought to get a little of that? "-
"You bet, Joe!"
Joe got to his feet with Chuck following suit immediately. "You want her mouth or her cunt, Chuck?"
"Her mouth!"
Joe walked over to the bed and lay down on his back with his stiff cock poling straight up into the air. "Okay," he ordered loudly, "Let's get it all together now!"
Marion looked up and smiled. The evil young pack-leader's intentions were perfectly obvious.
"Get your ass over here and climb on top," he instructed. "Eddie can fuck your ass while you ride the pony. Chuck, you kneel next to my head here, so the pretty lady can suck your ugly fucking cock."
like a well-choreographed ballet, the eager participants assumed the required positions. Marion especially was showing a surprising lack of reluctance Was it the booze? she wondered. Or, was she really and truly a died-in-the-wool whore?
Marion climbed up on the bed and placed her long naked legs on either side of Joe Danielson's supinely spread form Eagerly now, she took the base of his threateningly huge prick in her moist hand and guided it to the entrance of her lust-slickened vagina. Then, almost cruelly, she levered downwards with her full weight, sitting back until she had absorbed every lust-bloated inch of him into her seething vaginal slit He was in to the hilt ... all eight turgid inches of him!
Slowly, voluptuously, she levered up and back on the boy's poling cock until she again became accustomed to its great length It was far easier than it had been the day before, that much was certain, but still, a cock the size of Joe's required a definite amount of tender loving care before a young lady could begin to ride it in earnest
Eddie, still following closely behind the red-haired young mother, sat back on his beefy haunches awaiting his turn at her dimpled white ass. Damn, he wanted to sink his fat cock in her ass-hole! He didn't care for that Randi punk anyway, and this would make cornholing the kid's mother that much sweeter!
At last, the fat biker's chance came! Adjusted now to the thickly poling cock in her cunt, Marion leaned forward and again presented her lovely buttocks to the obese Chicano boy. "Go on, Eddie," she encouraged. "Stick your cock in my ass-hole!"
The fat boy needed little encouragement Swiftly, he anointed the fat head of his penis with saliva, mixing it with the sticky juices of his previous dipping into Marion's hot pussy, then centered it on the chosen target of her rectum He lunged, causing a startled gasp to pearl from the young mother's lips. God, it hurt! Hurt, hell, it was tearing her apart at the seams!
"Aaaaaaauuuuurrrrgggghhhh!! ! " she screamed "T Take it out! You 're ... You 're killing MEEEEEEH!"
The fat boy smiled lewdly, then laughed again. He could feel his pudgy little balls twisting excitedly at the sound of the young woman's screams ... driving him to further contortions in order to maximize her discomfort ... and his pleasure
Marion's scream faded to a pitiful whimper as she realized that Eddie had no intention of stopping his obscene rape of the tenderly exposed flesh of her back channel. Added to the stuffed-to-the-brim feeling of the swollen organ in her cunt, and separated only by the thinnest layer of flesh between ass-hole and pussy, she felt like an overstuffed Thanksgiving turkey ready to pop into the oven. And, as if that weren't enough, she became aware of yet another cock waiting to be serviced.
"Okay, bitch," Chuck Aaker chortled, grabbing a thick handful of red hair and forcing Marion's tearful face toward his glistening scarlet erection, "suck my cock!"
Obediently, the frustrated young mother opened her mouth and slipped her soft lips over the uncapped dripping head of Chuck's penis as he knelt beside his friend, Joe, on the bed. As the lust-thickened organ expanded in her throat, Marion realized that her hellish seduction was virtually complete all that was left was for the three cruel bikers to screw her to completion She was on her hands and knees like a common slave kneeling before her cruel and relentless masters, her flushed and dimpled ass-cheeks waving obscenely back at the fat boy who plunged in and out of her ass-hole, her cunt filled to the brim with the cock of the bastardly young man who had started it all in the first place, her mouth sucking whorishly on the cock of a stupid boy with frighteningly huge muscles. God, what could she do? There was nothing ... no way she could reverse that which had already been done. All resistance faded from her. Her only hope was to get the whole thing over with as soon as possible ... and get the evil boys out of her home and her bed before her son came home. She was nothing but a sexual toy to these beastly young men, to be used and humiliated in any and every way they chose ... and she would remain such until they had all emptied their obscenely swollen balls within her body.
Kneeling behind her milk-white buttocks, the soft mounds still bearing the faint red traces of Archie's belt the day before, Eddie felt a sense of power flood through his liverish fat body. He was mean gut mean and he pounded his slug-like body against the young mother's beautiful buttocks with a rippling, excruciating intensity. His fatly leaking cock felt like a balled fist as he hammered into her seething rectum, and he could feel the turgid cock of Joe Danielson poling into her neighboring channel with a fury to equal or surpass his own. Separated by only a thin wall of flesh, he could almost feel the rippling veins and intimate detail of the other boy's prick as he rode the young mother to completion.
Out of utter cruelty, the blathering boy in front of her face withdrew his lust-hardened penis from her sucking lips for a moment and began to smear its swollen, sap-streaked head all over her face. like a hot sponge that had been dipped in a hot thin syrup, Chuck milked his penis slowly to keep up the continuous flow of pungent fluids, and traced the smooth contours of Marion's lovely face until it glistened with the obscene lotion in the dim light of the bedroom.
Oh, dear God in heaven, she prayed silently, her entire body quivering with icy thrills of horror, let them be done with me soon! Still, though she fought desperately to deny the mounting sensation, the very thought of the helplessness of her position was again beginning to send shivers through her pelvic region, causing her clitoris to moisten hotly. Finally, in sheer frustration, the lovely red-haired woman opened her soft lips and captured the muscular boy's cock in her mouth again as it came close, and began to suck out her grief upon it
"Hey, Joe!" the young blonde boy giggled. "Look here at the way she's suckin' me off!"
All hope of somehow returning to a life of normalcy seemed to die in Marion's throat, even as the cock that nestled there with gargantuan authority once more began to slide back and forth, its pungent heady taste never ceasing to leak into her tenderly contracting oral channel. From her encounter the day before, the young mother knew exactly what was expected of her, and she did it expertly, if unwillingly, in her efforts to bring the whole sordid affair to a rapid conclusion ... before she became the same willingly receptive whore she had become the day before ... Her satiny tongue came into play, darting around the lust-inflamed head of the young biker's cock, parting the gaping coralline slit she found there to make it easier for the rich pre-coital sap to ooze into her mouth. The pain in her ravished buttocks had subsided into a low dull throb, but she became increasingly aware of the massive organ busily working in and out of her vagina below.
Joe Danielson arched his pelvis upwards until it felt to Marion like his cock was going to pop right into her womb Only his heels and shoulders touched the mattress as he levered upwards, bouncing back on the taut cheeks of his ass just long enough to rebound back into her on the upstroke She could feel the sides of her pussy begin to flush ever more hotly from the friction of the boy's thrusts, then weep juicily in self-defense. Still, she rode the turgid lance bravely ... like she had done the day before, and now was taking the twin cocks of the boy's friends in her mouth and ass-hole.
Joe tried to increase the speed and depth of his jackhammer thrusts as she writhed and twisted above him in her mounting excitment He ground his solidly thrusting cock upwards into her, hard and deep, going far past the point of maximum penetration that she had ever achieved with her own ex-husband He knew, from his previous encounter with her at the Rendezvous Motel, that she wouldn't be able to resist his violent treatment much longer that she would become again a quivering mass of flesh ready and completely willing to accept whatever pleasures the vile trio would choose to dish out to her. He could feel her lush white buttocks bucking lewdly back against Eddie's pudgy little cock in her ass, and he could see the convolutions of her throat as she sucked Chuck off above him ... and he could see, and feel, her heavy melonous breasts dancing and crushing against his sweaty hairless chest. He reached up then and captured one heaving white globe and drew it into his waiting mouth. With vicious glee, he opened his mouth wide and absorbed one full strawberry nipple, sucking and nipping it with his teeth until he elicited a small moan of delighted agony from the ravished young mother Christ, he thought, this is the same titty that Randi used to suck when he was a baby!
Oddly, almost frighteningly, Marion began to feel those same little butterfly sensations deep within the pit of her stomach that had marked her defeat the day before as she came to the humiliating realization that she was actually beginning to enjoy this particular brand of debasement Oh God, nooo! her mind recoiled at the obscene thought Don't let it happen to me again!
It was too late; a strange masochistic wildness had taken hold of her as she knelt impaled on the triple cocks. Nothing mattered now but the bitter-sweet agony, the swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. "Yessss!" she hissed around the stiffly-probing prick in her mouth. "Fuck me! ... FUCK ME!"
* * *
Randi sensed something was amiss the second when, home early from school, he wheeled his chopper into the driveway and cut off the ignition There, parked next to the house were bikes of his three friends. I wonder what they 're doing here, he mused momentarily. Maybe they stopped by for me and Mom let them wait inside. Yeah, that's got to be it! Still, his intuition told him that it wasn't necessarily the case
He parked his bike in the garage, then walked quietly into the house through the kitchen. "Mom? " he called softly. "Is anybody home?"
Silence.
He went into the living room "Mom?" he repeated. Nothing
Jesus, I wonder where-
"Yesss! ... Fuck me! ... FUCK ME!"
Oh, my God! the boy's young mind registered suddenly. That sounded like it was coming from Mom's room!
Galvanized into action by the sounds of his mother's voice, Randi flung himself down the hall, his long legs covering the distance quickly. He didn't know what the hell was going on in there, but he had the feeling that whatever it was, he wasn't going to like it ... !
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Christ, it's the fuckin' kid!" Chuck, the first to notice the enraged young man in the doorway, responded.
"Oh, God!" Marion stammered in reply. "Oh, dear God in heaven!"
Randi stood frozen with shock and indignation for several seconds before the rage welled up in his throat, galvanizing him into action. Half-running, half leaping across the room, he threw an explosive body tackle into the nearest of his so-called friends, Eddie Flores, knocking the bigger, stronger boy away from his mother's ass-hole and onto the bedroom floor. Caught completely off guard, the fat boy could only raise his hands submissively in an attempt to ward off the two-fisted blows that Randi had begun to hammer on his pudgy face. "Hey," the obese naked biker squealed, "somebody get this crazy mother-fucker offa me!"
Chuck was the next to move, withdrawing his rapidly softening member from Marion's mouth and moving toward a large lamp that rested on the night table. Quickly, he tore the cord free from the wall socket, then raised the ceramic light fixture high above Randi's head.
"No!" Marion yelled. "Don't hit him! Don't hit-"
Chuck raised completely up on his tiptoes, bringing the lamp down on the enraged boy's head, shattering it into a million pieces. Randi, his face purpled with rage, hadn't even seen it coming.
"My God! You've killed him!" Marion blurted out in horror.
"Naw, he ain't dead," Chuck filled in quickly, in an effort to calm her. "He's just out cold. He'll be okay, I ain't never killed no one yet."
Marion continued to watch in horror as the burly biker ripped out the other end of the light cord and tossed it to his battered fat friend on the floor. "Here," he said, "tie the punk's arms and legs. I'm gonna get a chair."
Chuck crossed quickly to the dressing table and took the low-backed chair back to the side of the bed where the boy's mother still lay sprawled on top of Joe Danielson's swelling cock. Together, he and Eddie bound the young man's ankles and wrists behind the chair, then stripped off Randi's own leather belt and gagged him with it. "There!" Chuck breathed at last.
"That oughta hold him!"
Eddie grinned lewdly, despite the painful purplish bruises that swelled on one side of his face from the boy's wild punches. 'That's cool, putting the punk in a chair, man. Now he'll be able to watch the whole thing!"
"Yeah," Chuck rejoined. Then, turning his attention back to the bed, "Last one to pop his nuts rides a Honda!"
Eddie grinned again. Chuck couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his fat buddy in such good spirits. It was like the added touch of sadomasochism had brought him out of his shell. He slapped the bigger boy on the shoulder in brotherly fashion. "What about turning this thing around a little bit?" he queried.
"You mean, me take her in the ass?"
Eddie nodded in the affirmative.
"Sure, why not, man!"
* * *
Randi Peters felt a heavy pounding in his temples as the blood began to flow there once again. He moaned softly, but there was something in his mouth that kept him from forming aloud the Where the fuck am I? that rambled through his throbbing skull. His nose itched, but he couldn't scratch it ... there was a heavy cramp in his right thigh. How long have I been sleeping? he wondered. Why can't I move? Then, painfully, he shook his tousled head to clear it, and opened his eyes.
The light was dim, but to the young man's throbbing head it seemed as if someone had turned a searchlight on in his face. He squinted tightly, barely able to make out the writhing mass before him on what appeared to be his mother's bed. It was strange, almost dream-like. There were people ... naked people! There was a fat boy squatting in front of a woman's face, and the woman had red hair. His mother had red hair. There was a' giant blonde boy kneeling behind the woman's naked buttocks, and the woman's buttocks had a complexion as white as driven snow. His mother had a complexion as white as driven snow. And ... And the woman was lying on top of another naked boy ... a boy who was a dead ringer for Joe Danielson. What was a boy who looked like Joe Danielson doing in his mother's bedroom, squirming nakedly under a woman who looked like his mother?
"Well, well, well!" the boy who looked like Joe Danielson smiled from under the woman who looked like his mother. "Look here who's waking up!"
Jesus! This is no fuckin' dream! That IS Joe ... and Chuck ... and Eddie ... and MOM!
like a madman, the outraged teenager fought the bonds that held him fast to the small chair. He couldn't let those dirty two-faced bastards rape his own mother ... no way, man! The chair raised up and slammed back down hard on the bedroom floor, but still the enraged young son could not free himself. The wire and rubber-sheathed cord that held him was much too strong even for a boy his size. Desperately, tears streaking from his eyes in anger and frustration, he gradually subdued to a whimpering mass of resignation. II only I could get free! he sobbed. I'd kill them dirty pigs! But there was nothing ... nothing he could do to stop the three lusty bikers who had pretended to be his friends...!
Marion, too, was sobbing in rage and humiliation. The fat cock in her mouth was the only thing that kept her from crying out her shame. The pain in her ass, from the outrageous difference in the size of the cock now embedded there, was the only thing that kept her all-too-painfully conscious. Her heart felt sick at the pitiful sight of her son straining against the binding electrical cord in his efforts to save her from her rape, but there was nothing ... nothing she could do in his defense ... except, possibly, hurry them to completion as she had attempted before!
Kneeling behind the helpless teenager's mother, Chuck Aaker gazed down at the full up-thrust moons of her dimpled buttocks. There was a soft feminine roundness to them that set the blood soaring through his already swollen cock. His testicles were fairly churning at the temptingly lascivious sight, causing him to thrust with ever increasing force into the young woman's aching, clasping nether ring. He could feel Joe Danielson's cock, too, sawing in a lewd and ragged rhythm just a fraction of an inch below his own, and knew that the smiling boy below was enjoying the young mother fully as much as he was. Then, looking up, he nearly laughed at the Cheshire Cat grin on Eddie's fat face, as the greasy biker gripped the sucking mother tightly by her flowing mane of auburn hair and forced his short thick cock into her soft oral cavern to its sweating hilt.
Marion closed her eyes and wished to God that she were dead. Saliva filled every crevice of her mouth that wasn't already filled by the pudgy sausage cock of the young Mexican boy who fucked her face.
"Tighten your lips and suck harder, you fuckin' slut!" the obese boy hissed through his grinning yellow teeth. "Show your kid how a real puta sucks meat!"
Marion responded immediately, afraid for both her own and her son's welfare to do otherwise. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing bloated head stuffing in and out of her mouth.
"Hey, that ain't bad, you stinkin' whore!" the lewd fat boy giggled evilly. "Hey, punk! Look how good your mama gives head to a fat Chicano!"
Randi felt sick to his stomach. Sucking Eddie off was bad enough, but she was taking Chuck in the ass and Joe in the cunt at the same time! And worse, though he cringed at the thought, she didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight!
The way her body was beginning to respond again, bucking and writhing almost of its own volition, her head bobbing up and down so rapidly it was just a blur of satiny red hair, her enormous white breasts squeezed out sideways and spilling over Joe's chest like a fleshy waterfall with turgid pink and beige nipples everything seemed to be conspiring against the boy's very sanity!
Joe Danielson levered up hard, thrusting his vein-webbed purple cock and half his balls inside his friend's mother's tender pink pussy. A cruel and vindictive smile creased his handsome face. So the kid thought he was pretty cool with Anita the other night, huh? Well, take a look wiseacre ... a good long look ... Joe baby's gonna show you how a woman-likes to be fucked ... long, hard, and deep...!
Marion fucked and sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork adrift in stormy seas. Slowly, inevitably, the same bone-chilling transition from conscious rational being to quivering sensate flesh began to ripple through Marion's tortured body as it had before. There was no longer denying the tingling pelvic itch that thrilled through her much-used white body. Even the knowledge that her own son, Randi, was watching was not enough to offset the mounting masochistic sensations. The mere thought of being used like a common streetwalker permeated her mind, causing mewling whimpers of submission to squeak past the lust-purpled flesh that threatened to erupt in her ovaled mouth.
Randi watched in horrified fascination as his beautiful flame-haired mother crossed the thin line between resistance and submission. And, oddly, even in his bound and gagged state, he found the sight lewdly compelling. Her perfect white flesh rippled with a freshness and sheen the-likes of which he'd imagined only in his wildest dreams. Her breasts, round and lovely, appeared larger than life as they bounced against the hairless chest of his former friend. He listened, mesmerized, to the rising sounds of her moans, and knew instinctively that she was beginning to enjoy the brutal treatment she was being subjected to. It was wrong! It was totally evil and corrupt! It was beautiful enough to cause his own vibrant young cock to stiffen in his pants.
"Oh, God, fuck me!" the young mother gurgled around the lunging flesh in her mouth. "FUCKMEEEEEEE. . . ! "
The transition was complete.
Behind the kneeling form of the young woman, Chuck Aaker slipped his massive powerful hands down her smooth sides to grip the tautly quivering flesh of her upper thighs. He remembered with vivid total recall the way she had looked the first time he had ever come to the house to see Randi a few weeks ago. She had been wearing shorts ... very short shorts, indeed ... and he had wondered then what the covered portion of her body would look like. Now, by God, he knew! And, the realization that her ass was his to do with as he pleased filled the big blonde with a savage brutal frenzy.
The shimmering, nearly-translucent flesh of Marion's satiny upper thighs flexed and relaxed alternately in the lewd boy's powerful fingers, oozing around them, yet snapping firmly back in place whenever he relaxed his grip on her. He jerked her harder back on his turgid shaft of penis, and delighted when the head of his quivering organ brushed against her sensitive colon, causing her to flinch. Most of the pain was gone now, as the flexible young mother adjusted to the massive member in her anus at last. Her eyes were once again clenched tightly, and her mouth slavered and sucked at the greasy sausage of a prick she found there. The cords in her graceful neck stood out in bold relief as she writhed and rode to glory the still-bigger penis that was embedded in her velvet-like pussy. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus! her .troubled mind confessed. I do love it so!
Beneath her dangling breasts, Joe Danielson smiled that peculiar little smile of triumph that was his, and his alone. Randi's mother was hopelessly impaled on his and his friends' cocks, twisting and mewling in abandon beneath the triple ravishment of her body. Quickly, he reached down between their lewdly joined legs and began to play and fondle with the contracting lips of her vagina where their bodies met, bringing still-greater moans of delight from deep within her devouring white throat.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed and twisted out her bliss on the ends of his and Chuck Aaker's plunging cocks. His steely long fingers raked and pulled at the tender interior flesh of her pussy with a vicious frenzy that would have done justice to the Marquis de Sade.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she moaned above him, her face twisted into a nearly-unrecognizable masochistic grimace.
He grunted and groaned and quickened his strokes, grinding hard and deep, so that his prick bored far up into her innermost untouched recesses. Her huge white breasts danced and heaved upon his muscular hairless chest with sweat-slickening abandon, her stiffly spiked-out nipples hammering deliciously against his own. Then, quickly and without a word of warning, he saw the long muscles of her throat begin to work feverishly, and knew without having to be told that Eddie had popped his nuts in the young mother's mouth.
As Marion continued to draw and suck on the fat boy's spurting fountain of flesh, she became aware not only of Joe's increased fucking into her from below, but also of Chuck's frenzied stepped-up pace in her clasping rectum. He and Joe would also soon be cumming, spewing their white hot loads of pungent male seed deep within her quivering white body. And, yes, she, too, would not be far behind them.
Joe felt her cunt opening around his passion-swollen cock, warm gush of sticky fluid flooding sweetly around him in preparation for her own release. He thrust faster and harder, digging deep, deep inside of her in his efforts to bring about his own fervently sought orgasm. He wanted the beautiful red-haired mother of his young friend to remember this fucking for the rest of her sweet life!
As Eddie pumped the last of his filthy load into the mother's sucking mouth, Chuck Aaker, busily screwing in and out of Randi's mother's tight but unresisting anus, felt his thighs stiffen and quiver in time to the increased churning in his bloated red balls. Then, in an instant, he too started to erupt, sending wave after wave of his thickly viscid male juices deep inside the helpless mother's defenseless bowels. "Sweet fucking Jesus!" he bellowed, levering forward to the bone-jarring hilt. "I'm cumming toooooo!"
Oh, yes, yesss ... you dirty, dirty boy! Marion's liquor and lust befuddled mind sang joyously. Cum in me ... CUM IN MY ASS. . . ! She swirled her tongue deliciously around the rapidly softening head of the Chicano boy's cock in her mouth, and bucked her smooth white buttocks back lewdly against the spurting prick that fucked delightfully into her there. Two down ... and one to go! she thought excitedly, anxious now to please them all in her masochistic bliss.
Randi stared in shock and rage at the obscene spectacle of his beautiful young mother eagerly absorbing the spurting flesh of his former buddies. Tears of humiliation welled in his eyes at the nauseating realization that she was loving it as much as they were ... if not more so! His mother, his own sweet mother, was a whore!
He watched Eddie's short thick cock slip out and licked the last vestiges of sperm from the now-flacid organ and the dangling purple balls below. Then, her face glistening with the vile nectar, she looked up at the obese and evil boy and smiled her satisfaction. God, it was sick! All of it! The whole fucking world was sick! Then, he remembered the swollen member in his own pants and flushed hotly. He was sick, too! In some weird and horrible way, he found the very sordidness of the affair exciting. Watching his sweet mother turn into a vulgar common whore before his very eyes had exposed a side of his nature the young man had only the faintest inkling even existed. The other night with Anita, he'd become first aware that there was something thrilling in making girls do sexy things against their wills ... but now, with his own mother as the target of his desire ... he felt sick and ashamed. God, he wished he were dead! God, he wished he were free so he could take Eddie's place in her mouth!
Chuck fell back on his haunches in sheer exhaustion then, the last several spurts of his stiff scarlet organ squirting out to fall in a lewd arc on the still-quivering white cheeks postured slavishly before him. Then, quickly following Eddie's lead, he scrambled off the bed and began to dress.
"W Where are you going, boys?" the excited young mother queried anxiously.
"We're getting the fuck outta here, lady," Eddie coughed, slipping into his leather boots. "Thanks for the blow job!" No way did he want to be around when the kid got loose ... or worse, if some nosy neighbor heard all the commotion and called the cops. Rape wasn't exactly legal in Washington, and they don't let you ride bikes in jail!
Marion started to protest, but the thick cock flexing in her still-yearning pussy drew her attention back to the remaining motorcyclist beneath her. Yes! Joe will do it! Joe will make me cum!
Below her, Joe Danielson felt the pretty red-haired mother jerk downwards several times from the pelvis, the lips of her lovely and delicate cunt dipping and drawing at his swollen flesh like a child sucking a too-thick malt through a clogged straw. Her breath was coming in short, almost desperate gasps as he thrust ever more deeply within her tormented vagina. Soon, he thought, soon this bitch will be cumming like ... like..."Oh, shit!" he yelled suddenly. "It's too fuckin' laaaaaaate!"
Marion, too, felt the handsome young biker's untimely release, and moaned in frustration. Oh, dear God! she panicked. Not now! Not when I'm this close! OOOoooohhhhh!! !
There was nothing either of them could do to prevent the young man's cock from emptying its steaming load of cum in Randi's mother's cunt. He held inside for a split second too long when he should have withdrawn. The sensations of her firmly clasping velvet sheath nibbling hungrily at his turgid shaft of red flesh had simply become too much for him to resist any longer. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, sensing her disappointment.
"Oh, Joe ... please!" she begged futilely in response.
Then, quickly, he was done. Finished. His full load lay stickily within her, his penis deflating softly. She hunched down and tried to hold him, but it was useless. "Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh, dear God!"
Joe throbbed his deflating rod one last time in Marion's vagina, then rolled her forcefully off of him. His face burning now from embarrassment over his lack on control, he didn't even look up at her as he joined his friends in dressing. In a few minutes, all three of the burly rapists were fully clothed and heading towards the door. It was a stupid-assed thing they'd just done, Joe brooded; the kid, or the law, or both, would come gunning for them now for sure. He should have let the whole thing drop at the motel yesterday. He shrugged resignedly, then started to follow Chuck and Eddie through the door. Damn! They'd all have to get out of town for a while, until this thing blew over! He stopped and turned, framed by the doorjamb. "I left the magazine on the coffee table, Mrs.. Peters," he smiled toothily, hoping to defuse an otherwise explosive situation.
Marion said nothing. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks and said nothing. The trio of rapists turned and left. She could hear their bikes a few minutes later as they sped down the drive and off to God-knows-where. She didn't care about the silly magazine anymore ... the damage had already been done. No, what she wanted now was a cock. A big, stiff cock. Anybody's cock.
CHAPTER NINE
Randi squirmed against his bonds and muttered another garbled moan behind the restricting leather belt that gagged his mouth. "MMMfff!! ! ! " he raged. "MMMfff ... MMMfff!! ! "
Marion looked toward the sound that was coming from the far side of the bed. Randi! My baby! I'd forgotten all about you!
Quickly, the young mother scrambled nakedly from the bed and approached her bound and gagged seventeen year old son. "Oh, Randi ... baby," she crooned, "I'm so sorry!" She stepped nakedly in front of him and reached behind his handsome head to unfasten the biting strap that bound his mouth, her large white breasts swinging obscenely a single inch from his startled face as she bent forward. His face flushed hotly at the lewd sight, and he dropped his eyes ... and feasted on the sparkling, cum-flecked coppery curls of his mother's freshly fucked pussy. Instantly, another unwanted thrill shot through his still-rigid teenage cock.
Marion unhooked the belt and unwrapped it from her son's head. "There, baby!" she smiled.
"Mom, quick, untie my arms! I can still catch those fucking bastards!"
Marion's eyes dropped unselfconsciously to Randi's lap, as she took a tiny half-step backwards and rested her hands on her naked hips. "Catch them?" she queried. "Why?"
"WHY!" Randi exploded incredulously.
"Yes, dear. Why?"
He could hardly believe his ears. And, why, in God's name, was she staring at his cock like that? "Because they raped you, Mom!"
"Oh, that! ... I didn't mind it. Did you, son?"
"Mom! For Christ's sake-"
"It doesn't look like you minded!" She leaned forward, letting her hand drop to the rising bulge in her son's blue jeans. "It doesn't look like you minded at all!" She leaned forward still further and planted a warm wet kiss on her son's forehead, while her long-nailed fingers teased along the surface of the heavy denim material where the bulge was. It was damp ... damp and slightly sticky. "Did I give you this, son?" she cooed warmly. "Did Mama give her handsome boy a big juicy hard-on?"
Randi clenched his eyes tightly shut in an effort to dissolve the lewd images of what he hoped to awaken to discover was only a bad dream. That flaming-haired wanton, that glassy-eyed slut rubbing his penis through his pants was not his mother at all. No, Randi Peters' mother was an angel ... a beautiful, soft-skinned angel ... not a whore!
"You didn't cum in your pants, did you, dear? It's awfully sticky here."
Randi writhed uselessly against his bonds, the thin strong cord biting painfully into his ankles and wrists. No! his mind recoiled. You're not my mother ... you're ... you're a filthy, evil bitch!
Marion dropped down on all fours between the boy's legs and slowly began to unfasten the row of galvanized buttons that ran the length of his fly. Done, she folded the denim material back in a gaping "V" and pulled the resisting son's jockey shorts down over the swell of his muscular hips. Oh, God! she sobered slightly as his turgid penis sprang into view. This is my son! I shouldn't be doing this!
He was hairy, big and hairy like ... like Creighton Holt. She dropped her hand down and grasped the lust-bloated stalk of his huge penis tightly between her slender fingers, drawing the thin layer of foreskin back to leave its ruby head naked and exposed. She leaned forward, her face directly over his quivering parted loins as she continued her gentle skinning back and forth over his rippling vein-webbed cock.
"Mom! Please don't do this ... please!"
Her lips were but a precious inch away from the tip of her son's prick and she opened them in a gentle "O" and breathed softly against it, letting the hot air tease over the naked cap like a soft caress.
"Oh God, Mom! Don't! It's wrong! You can't!"
Her tongue flicked out, the tip of it coming into warm wet contact with the bulging flared-out hole in the head of Randi's powerful cock. She traced lewd circles around the smooth rubbery flesh, oblivious to his protests and futile attempts to pull away from her.
"Mother!"
Again, the curious tip of the young mother's tongue found the tiny gap in the end of her son's lust-purpled glans and dipped into it wetly. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping up from his balls, and the sharply pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare. Her hands dropped to the base of Randi's huge erection, and she cupped his soft-haired testicles gently in one, while the other cradled the base of the long shaft where it soared up and out from the kinky nut-brown hair that covered his abdomen.
Randi moaned helplessly as he watched with bulging eyes the obscene spectacle of his beautiful red-haired mother milking his foreskin up, then down, until the shiny crabapple head of it squirted out slick and naked above her velvet grasp. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward another two inches and began to plant moist warm kisses around his penis, beginning at the satiny head and tracing a spiral downward path to the root of it, then back up again. She played perhaps a trifle longer than necessary, not quite able to bring herself to take it fully into her hot mouth.
Randi stared down at his mother's kneeling form and felt his balls churn involuntarily at the mind-blowing sight of it. "Oh, shit!" he spat lewdly, his resistance flowing from him as surely as the tide withdraws from the beach. "Suck it, you God damn bitch ... suck it!"
Marion's long red hair spilled down around her lovely face, the tips of her satiny strands brushing teasingly across her son's exposed flesh below the open "V" of his Levi trousers. Then, with a huge gulp of air for courage, the frustrated young mother hovered down and let her moist, soft, lipstick covered lips glide smoothly over the bulging mushroom cap of her son's nine-inch prick.
Randi shivered lewdly against the voluptuous sensations of his mother's lightly hovering mouth. She sucked him slowly, tenderly, like a hummingbird drawing nectar from a honeysuckle. Her subtle, yet persistent touch nearly drove him out of his mind with growing passion. Her satiny hair brushed sensuously against his naked abdomen, her round full breasts resting heavily on his jean-clad knees. God, he was as horny as she was!
Marion felt the smooth lips of her cunt part wickedly and invitingly behind her. As far gone as she was at that moment, Satan himself could have entered the room and fucked her to his heart's content. There was no more sorrow, no more anquished self-pity, no more fear of discovery. What there was, was cock. Her son's cock. Her baby's big, big cock in her mouth. She sucked to please, swishing her tongue wickedly around and around the pulsing beet-red knob of flesh that threatened in its sheer enormity to split the very seams of her mouth. She could feel the mounting pressure in his balls, and she pumped at the base of his organ in time to the pulsing hot contractions of her mouth. The very knowledge that what she was doing was forbidden seemed more deliciously naughty than wrong. Indeed, there seemed a certain indiscriminate "rightness" to the project. For once, she was following her heart, not her head or her stomach. Yes! her mind screamed joyously. It is right, it is!
"Mom, untie me ... please ... I want to fuck you!"
Marion's heart nearly stopped then, with the sudden surge of excitement her son's passionate confession aroused within her. She raised her sucking face to smile warmly up at him, her blue-green eyes sparkling with coquettish delight. "Do you, Randi? Do you really want to fuck your mother?"
"Shit, yes! Fuckin' untie me, will ya!"
Marion sprang excitedly to her feet and rushed to undo the network of loops and cinches that held the binding electrical wire in place around her son's arms and legs. She worked quickly and efficiently, despite the handicap of trembling hands and fingers. At last, the cord fell free, and Randi drew his muscular arms painfully forward to massage the circulation-starved wrists for a moment before getting to his feet. "Get up on the bed, Mom," he ordered, stripping hurriedly out of his clothing. "Now!"
Marion needed no further encouragement. Her eyes dropped and fastened once again on Randi's poling length of rigid teenage flesh. God, what a gorgeous cock it was! She eased quickly into position in the middle of the queen-sized bed, lying flat on her back with her long tapering white legs splayed lewdly open to the young man who clambered quickly after her. "Yes, darling!" she hissed passionately. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Randi knelt between his mother's legs for a lingering half-second, devouring the devastating beauty of her naked body with his eyes. He raked the crowning glory of her russet-colored hair, her soft angelic face, her fantastic beige-nippled breasts. His gaze fell upon her narrow handspan waist, the gentle hollow of her navel, the wispy wedge of flame-red thatch that framed the juncture of her ivory thighs. It was wrong to fuck your mother, his mind recoiled briefly ... even a mother as mind-bogglingly beautiful as his own. Still, he had to have her ... he just had to ... now! ' He fell forward, his hairy young chest smashing her firm full breasts back tightly. He levered forward from the hips at the same time, sending his searing rail of flesh soaring into her burning pussy to the hilt. "Oh, God!" she squealed beneath him. "Oh, God, it's ... beautiful!"
She had never been so completely and deliciously filled with cock in her life ... not even that time so many years before with Creighton Holt. She could feel every pulsing wrinkle and ridge of his stiff young cock as it lay sunk to the balls in the very womb from which it had come. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him, a low moan of abject surrender escaping from her parted lips. Then, tenderly, she reached up with her slender arms and encircled his handsome tousled head and pulled him down to her. "Oh, baby!" she crooned, her mouth showering kisses on his rugged face. "You're the biggest ... and the best!"
Randi captured his mother's lipstick covered mouth beneath his own and kissed her passionately, deeply, like man and woman. His darting, active tongue slithered deeply inside of her responsive oral cavern, and she accepted it willingly, eagerly, her mind aglow with lewdness as she sucked her joy out on it. Then, softly, she began to milk his poling rod of prick in her vagina with practiced muscular coordination. Jesus! he shivered lustily. II feels like ... like a satin pump!
Instantly, Marion drew her long white legs back at the knee until they almost touched her shoulders. The entire plane of her sex was completely open to him now, to use in any way he chose. "Fuck me!" she gurgled around his thrusting tongue. "Fuck me, hard!"
A wicked tremor coursed through the burly young son as his mother's vile words tumbled directly into his open mouth with a passion-choked ring of desperation in them. She not only wanted him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her hard. Quickly, he withdrew until jus the tip of his hard cock lay embedded within her clasping, sucking vagina, then thrust brutally back into her to the bloody hilt. "Oh, yesss!" she moaned beneath him. "Hurt me, if you can!"
God, she wanted him to take her roughly!
His mouth left hers then, trailing a wet row of kisses down her sensitive neck to her billowing, out-flowing breasts. He captured one swollen heavy nipple in his teeth and nipped it cruelly before sucking it fully into his mouth. She flinched at the painful bite, then shivered delightfully as Randi began to nurse softly on the berry-like nipple.
"Oh, yes, baby ... suck me and fuck me!" she moaned.
Randi continued to slave above her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. He grinned at the thought of further humiliation, and slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass until he found her tightly cringing rectum cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and slightly sticky with Chuck Aaker's sperm.
He pushed into it with a sudden movement, violently scraping the tender interior walls with his hard nail.
"OOOooooh!" Marion gasped reflexively. "Not so hard!"
He thrust harder, delighting wickedly now at her cries of anguish.
"God, son ... watch your nails!" his mother protested.
There was no respite. Randi worked his finger around inside, stretching the already once-ravished softness wider and wider as he ground his thick middle finger around in his mother's ass-hole. Then, cruelly, he thrust still another finger into her rubbery rectum, then shoved them both into her to the palm of his sweating hand.
The deep guttural noises coming from the young mother's chest slowly switched to yet-greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.
Randi smiled a smile of triumph above her spiked-out nipples as he felt her begin to slowly screw her rectum back on his probing digits. She was hopelessly, deliciously impaled between her son's throbbing penis in her cunt, and his busy fingers in her bottom. Then, moaning and mewling her satisfaction beneath his massive form, she clenched her eyes tightly and sought in earnest her much-needed release.
The boy slid his free hand slowly upwards from the smooth rounded cheek of her ass to where his cock was slipping lewdly in and out in ever increasing pumps. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds of velvety flesh clasp tightly to his rampaging organ of flesh, and he could sense their softness pulling and squeezing with each stroke. He fondled and played with the contracting labia as if it were a sensitive toy.
"Oh, God, son ... it's SOOO good!" she chanted beneath him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lewdness and perversion.
Jesus! he thought, fucking still deeper into her hungry vagina. The fucked-up bitch digs it all! Then, another icy tremor of evil shuddering through his body at the thought of hurting her, Well, we'll just have to see about this!
He grunted and groaned and shoved still another sharp-nailed finger up his mother's sweet ass. His hips, still pumping violently in and out, began to twist in tight concentric circles until the young mother felt for all the world like she was being reamed out with a Roto-Rooter. He wanted to hurt her ... to punish her for responding so shamelessly to Joe and the others. He wanted to hurt her because it made his penis tingle.
"Mom."
"Yesss, darling?"
"You're ... You're a dirty fucking whore!"
"Yes, darling."
"A fucking filthy pig."
"Oh, yes, darling ... Tell me what I am, tell me!"
Jesus, she must be a God damn masochist or something! "You're the worst fucking whore in the God damn world!"
"Yes ... Oh, yes, Randi!"
Jesus!
Spurred on by the lewd and vile words spilling from the lips of her handsome young son, Marion ground her hips up tightly on his rigid young cock, surrendering totally to the magnificently erotic thrills gnawing at her stomach. There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, nothing ... but the stiff length of her son's poling instrument of lust in her hot cunt.
"Oh, yessss!" she yelled. "Yes, darling ... fuck megooooood!"
She was rapidly approaching her desperately sought orgasm and her body had become something more animal than human. Eagerly now, she drew her legs back still further until her knees pressed tightly against her shoulders. Then, frantically, she locked her slender ankles around her son's neck, dfawing him still tighter and closer into her, and exposing more of her pelvic plane to his pounding thrusts.
Randi drove on mindlessly, oblivious to all but his own pressing need for release. He was almost there, driven by the tiny devils that danced in his testicles. Sweat poured heavily from his bucking body, and he bit down so hard on the nipple in his mouth that he nearly drew blood. He was but an infinitesimal second away.
And then ... then, it happened!
Fighting desperately to maintain his frantic pace, while his churning balls began to spurt their heavy load of teenage cum inside of his mother's body, Randi could only hope that Marion was close enough to pop. He had only a few more strokes before...
"Aaaaaaauuuuuurrrrgggghhhh!! ! " she yelled. "I'm cumming, toooooo!"
In a dance macabre of lust, the creaming mother and son fucked each other to a virtual froth, both of them nearly swooning from the gut-thrilling sensations of wicked delight they took from one another. Marion's rich mane of flaming red hair whirled and swirled around her grimacing face, her lips peeled back wildly over her perfect white teeth. Yes! her mind sang joyously. This is it! This is HEAVEN!
Randi felt his balls churn wildly as he pumped squirt after squirt of his hot sperm into his mother's sucking red-thatched pussy. Never, not in his whole life had he ever imagined that anything could be quite so pleasurable. Even the fantastic orgasm he'd achieved with the pretty little Mexican waitress paled in comparison to his mother's educated pussy. He quivered then, his entire body shivering excitedly as he pumped the last few ropy spurts of his hot seed into Marion's seething channel. Then, exhausted, he rolled his spent form from her body to sprawl panting on his back.
Marion, her legs still pinned to her shoulders and quivering, sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction. Then, like her handsome young son, she drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Awakening slowly from the first real sleep she'd had in weeks, Marion Peters stretched her long arms luxuriously and yawned God, she wondered, how long have I been sleeping? Her green eyes fluttered open to embrace the icy pink and purple fingers of light that crept through the east bedroom window. Sunset? she puzzled. No, the light's coming through the wrong window ... God, I slept right through 'til dawn!
With warm remembrance, her hand reached out to gently pat the place beside her. "Randi? " she called softly. He was gone, but the space was still warm from his body. "Baby? Are you here?" Her heart skipped a beat Oh, God! I hope he didn't take off because we ... because we made love! Then, as if in response to her silent prayer, she heard the strained untutored sounds of him whistling out in the kitchen. She smiled then, and snuggled cozily under the quilt he'd thoughtfully draped over her naked body before leaving the room
* * *
Randi, wearing only his tight-fitting Levi's, pattered around in the kitchen in his bare feet like a fish out of water. Somehow, between burnt toast, broken eggs, and boiled-over coffee, he was managing to construct a crude facsimile of breakfast. Well, he swelled proudly as he poured and scraped the odd assortment onto a pair of plates, I ain't exactly Chef Boy-Ar-Dee, but at least it's hot! He put the plates on a serving tray next to a cup of coffee, hers; and a tall glass of milk, his Well, he reckoned, swooping up the tray and heading for the hall, here goes nothin'.
Stumbling once or twice over his feet in his extreme care to not spill anything, Randi at last gained the entrance to his mother's room and pushed the door open with his toe. "Hey, Mom!" he beamed. "Are you hungry?"
Marion sat bolt upright in bed, a large warm smile instantly brightening her flawless face. "Oh, son ... it's absolutely beautiful!"
"I kinda fucked up the toast"
"It's beautiful!"
"The coffee ain't too good, either."
"It's fine, son!"
"Don't even look at the God damn eggs."
"But I love scrambled eggs, Randi!"
"Yeah, but these are fried, Mom!"
Marion looked up at her son, then back down at the mottled eggs that stained her plate. They both burst out laughing It was the first time they'd laughed together in a long, long time. "T-They're okay, son," Marion managed finally, catching her breath. "But you did forget one thing."
Randi looked puzzled. "What's that, Mom."
"The silverware."
"No, I didn't!" he returned proudly, reaching into his soiled pocket "Here's a fork" He handed it to her, then rummaged around some more. "And a knife." He dipped inside again. "And the keys to my God damn motorcycle."
Marion nearly doubled up with laughter at her son's inept attempt at host God, she loved that kid ... now more than ever! "We'll just have to get by without a spoon, won't we dear? "
Randi looked at his mother with deep affection Jeez, she was really a for real broad! "Mom," he said guilelessly, "I love you"
Marion stopped smiling "I love you too, son."
"I mean for real, Mom Not like a kid and his
"I know, son ... like a man and a woman " Randi nodded his handsome head sheepishly.
"I feel that way, too," she admitted. "But it's wrong, what we did last night"
"Aw, shit, Mom! How can anything so beautiful be wrong? "
Marion reached and ran her fingers through his tousled hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't mean we can't enjoy each other from time to time, Randi What I mean, is that it's just not healthy if we make a steady diet of one another."
He had to admit she had a point "H-How often can we-"
"Shhhh!" the young mother admonished "I said we'd screw from time to time; now let's drop it, okay?" Randi looked disappointed. "Yeah, okay. What about this morning? "
"No."
"Tonight? " he pressed hopefully. "Maybe. We'll see "
Randi heaved a heavy sigh, then got up and meandered over to the bedroom window and peeked through the curtain. "Hey, Mom, your big mouth buddy is coming up the walk "
"Stephanie? "
"Who else?"
"Crap!"
Randi crossed to the edge of the bed again, then sat down quickly and began putting on his boots and socks. "And I think I'd better split for school now."
"Son?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"I meant what I said about not getting too wrapped up in one another."
Randi faked an indifferent shrug and stared blankly at the far wall for a long moment "Yeah, sure, Mom "
Marion set the serving tray aside and reached up to run her hand sensuously over her boy's muscular back. "I want you to find yourself a real girl. Maybe that Anita what's-her-name."
Randi leaned over to slip on a boot "Yeah, fine. Anita's a good kid ... And I guess she's fair game with Joe cutting out "
"That's my boy!"
Randi stood and scooped his shirt up from where he'd left it lying on the floor the night before. "What about you, Mom?" he buttoned.
"I'll find something I probably shouldn't be saying this, but I'll never be able to go back to masturbation as a steady diet."
"Yeah, your finger is real dinky compared to my cock, ain't it, Mom?"
"Son!"
Marion sighed again as her handsome man slipped into his jacket and headed for the door. "Randi?" she called.
He turned to face her, his enormous bulk nearly filling the entire doorway.
"D-Don't forget about tonight"
His face broke into a toothy grin. "Right on, Mom!"
* * *
Dinner over, Marion stood in front of the kitchen sink finishing up the dishes, while Randi sat fidgeting in the living room, supposedly watching T. V. Neither of them had spoken of it through the quiet meal they had just finished, but they were both extremely anxious awaiting the time when they would be able to start their anticipated evening's activities; and, though she was trying to ignore it, Marion was feeling increasingly excited and bothered by the tingling sensations in her stomach and loins.
In fact, all during dinner, Marion had had a difficult time concentrating on the food in her plate; her mind kept straying to the remembrance of the lovely fucking she had received from her virile young son the night before. Again, while still standing in front of the sink, she thought back to the lust-inciting sight of the awesomeness of the large cock that was so very much a part of her new life with Randi Just thinking about it caused her whole body to tremble all over!
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her impatient footsteps and turning, she saw the imposing figure of her son standing there. She glanced up at his face, and saw him staring at her with a hungry, excited look.
"Mom!" he said, and the tone was all man, firmly masculine, commanding "I can't wait any more, I've gotta fuck you!" With a soft moan of surrender, she was pulled tight against his young chest and the soft resilient mounds of her breasts flattened even as the hardened nipples burned She felt his hand slide down the trembling column of her spine and strong fingers lewdly delving into the tight crease of her smooth buttocks, drawing her hard against him so the excited mound of her sex was ground against the thick, rigid length of his penis. He thrust his hips forward, grinding into her belly as his mouth found hers and came down on her hot lips eagerly, his tongue spearing into her gasping mouth She felt his leg moving between her thighs then, the rough fabric of his jeans exciting her sensitive flesh, chafing the smooth columns of her legs.
"Oh, God, son!" Marion moaned, her arms twining around his neck and holding him with an iron grip. "Randi ... so good ... my son!"
Again he brought his lips down searchingly, almost bruisingly hard on her own sensitive, yielding mouth; yet the tiny wet tip of her tongue slid into his own mouth and drove deep in his throat For a long moment her green eyes gazed deep into his, slowly glazing with passion, and then the lids closed and she was grinding her sweet cunt against his cock in rhythm to his own movements as they swayed together in their erotic embrace. His fingers caressed her smooth ass-cheeks and slowly moved to the front, rubbing her thighs and finally probing in toward the tight cleft still obstructed by her panties
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom ... we're gonna fuck now!" he said, breaking the embrace.
Quickly, they rushed through the hall to the young mother's bedroom, slamming the door behind them Randi turned to his mother then, and his hands roved over the lush curves of Marion's body, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress. It whirred and he quickly peeled the dress from her lust-incited body, leaving her wearing only the thin panties which were by now soaked with the sweet-scented wetness of her all-consuming need. Somewhere along the way she had lost her shoes and now she stood almost completely naked before him.
Her wide-set breasts were heaving, the areola dark with the pulsing blood of her own carnal desire. Her eyes could barely focus, and she could feel the juices oozing from her flexing tender cunt lips. She was aware that her belly was rippling as her loins began to seethe with an intense inner fire.
"Just stand there for a minute, Mom I want to look at you!" blurted the young boy in front of her.
She stood erect and slowly ran her fingers through her long, flaming hair while the boy's eyes feasted lewdly on her slender, perfectly sculptured body with its white flesh It seemed an eternity passed while he remained statue-still, his eyes slowly moving over every inch of her She could see his cock pulsing through his skin-tight Levi's and wanted so much to fondle it wantonly, to take it into herself, to be filled to the bursting point again Suddenly, the boy stepped forward and gathered her into his arms again The long-limbed woman almost cried out in lustful frustration as his lips came down on hers. Savagely, she sucked his tongue into her mouth as her hands caressed the smooth-muscled column of his back Her full breasts were again flattened against his chest, and his fingers slid once again to her ass-cheeks and squeezed the resilient roundness of them.
Suddenly his head dipped downward and his lips captured the nipple of her left breast She cried out softly as she felt the hot tip of his tongue swirling and his mouth sucking at the pointed mound Her long legs parted then to invite his pressing thigh between them and she felt the heat and masculinity of him against her cunt and tautly aroused clitoris.
"Oooohhh ... Ahhhhh!" the aroused mother moaned, grinding uncontrollably against her son. "Ooooohhhhh, Randi!"
Suddenly he broke away from her and dropped to the carpet As Marion's eyes blinked open she felt his strong arms encircle her tiny waist and then the moistness of his mouth on her quivering belly. His tongue seemed to be everywhere on her burning body at once. Then he pressed her backwards Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled over the tufted bedspread, legs splaying open, her cunt glistening with her vaginal secretions
"I gotta kiss you, Mom," he panted, "I gotta kiss you some more ... You're so damn beautiful ... You taste so sweet!"
Then he pressed her down and his hot mouth moved to her breasts again, gulping at the succulent flesh until Marion's hands came down to frame his face and tangle in the light mass of his longish hair. She writhed under his strong young body, yielding to her carnal pleasures. In the vanity mirror, she could see their bodies clinging tightly together. And then his seeking mouth left her breast and moved lower to her heaving belly again, and the young mother abandoned herself to the sensuous, lewd delight that her teenage son was giving her. Now her own hands began to caress her flaming-hot breasts, fingers rolling and kneading the nipples until the carnal sensations rippled through her entire body. She could feel herself beginning to cum and held back, wanting .to prolong this delicious moment as long as possible.
Abruptly, the boy slid between her wide-spread legs with a moan of desire, and his face dipped momentarily out of sight between her flexing thighs. Marion cried out softly as he mouthed wet kisses on the sensitive flesh, and she felt the flat of his tongue licking at the juices which had already run from her steaming hot cunt
Randi continued to lick and kiss and she found her own fingers trailing sensuously down the length of her body to caress her undulating pubic mound. The tiny curling red hairs were slickly wet and felt so soft Slowly, as his delving head moved upward along her thighs to the "V" of her loins, Marion found herself parting the blood-engorged fleshy lips in anticipation ... and lewd invitation.
His mouth came down hotly on her cunt, his tongue probing the soft, wet inner lips, slithering up and down the wide-open furrow like a nervous snake. Marion's pubic mound thrust wildly upward until the pressure of his jaw against her pussy was actually painful
"Higher!" she gasped, and with both hands pulled his head up until the flicking tip of his tongue was tantalizing her pulsing clitoris. At the first darting contact, she could no longer hold back. She felt the surge of fire deep in her bucking loins and the spasmodic jerking of her inner muscles, and then the wet, slick heat boiling down the velvety channel of her cunt Writhing, she pushed his head lower until her vaginal entry was at his sucking lips and felt the thick, sweet juices being drained from her. "Oh, God!" she screamed. "This is so wonderful!"
Feeling her excitement and wild with his own unsatisfied passions, Randi sent his tongue like an eel deep into her churning pussy and felt her cunt muscles grabbing and sucking on it At the same moment, he caught her legs and pushed her thighs wide and her knees up until they were flattening her bouncing breasts, exposing the entire plane of her genitals and her wildly gyrating ass-cheeks to his raging mouth. He sucked the soft folds of his young mother's flowing pussy between his lips and furiously speared his tongue into the sweet depths of her vagina
Then, on sudden impulse, he spread her quivering buttocks wide and rimmed the tight rose of her anus with the tip of his tongue The wildly-gyrating redhead gasped at the lingual contact as the searching tip finally pierced her tight rectum and probed its depths. She arched her back and spread her ass-cheeks wider.
Her passion-crazed mind blurring, Marion Peters wondered where Randi had learned such things! From his ex-buddies? Or was it something instinctive, this knowing how to drive her wild? Marion was groaning continuously now, her head tossing, her long auburn hair flailing the pillows as his stiffly-extended tongue probed hotly into her secret flesh and stirred in her amoral feelings she had never thought possible Her back arched as she rolled on the mattress.
And then the hot spearing tongue was slithering up and down the fluttering lips of her cunt again, bringing her up to an even higher peak while the tight little slit hungrily clasped at the arousing length of it. Again she began to buck uncontrollably as another furious orgasm swept through her loins. Her wide-stretched creamy buttocks covered his working face, and Marion felt Randi's tongue moving faster and faster up and down the softly furred slit of her seething pussy.
"AAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!" she cried out as the peak of sensual pleasure claimed her straining body and again the warm, slick juices flowed into his sucking lips and down the crevice of her ass-cheeks to leave a wet stain on the spread. Wildly, she captured his devouring face between her sweating thighs and rocked, crooning softly, against his hot mouth as his warm breath swept over her widely-stretched pussy.
"Oh, Randi ... baby ... Randi. . . ! " the satiated mother murmured as he slowly raised himself from the bed. She lay with her long legs lewdly spread, while he leered down at her.
His eyes fixed on her wantonly-displayed lush figure, the young boy discarded his Levi's and Marion thought, He's finally going to do it! He's going to ... going to fuck me now! She shifted her weight and lay back, waiting for his limber young frame to mount her still trembling soft body. His cock, long and hard, swayed in front of her glazed eyes.
But Randi made no move toward her. Instead, he slowly began to stroke the turgid length of the throbbing rod of flesh, peeling the thick foreskin back over the bulbous head His eyes narrowed to slits as he looked down at her and his muscular chest rose and fell with his tightly-controlled passion. For several moments the young mother stared wide-eyed at her son as she watched him lewdly stroking himself And suddenly she had to have that wickedly pulsating rod, she had to touch it!
"Randi," she whispered lewdly. "Please ... let me ... I'll do it for you."
Slowly she crawled from the bed and stood close to him Her long slender hand reached out and grasped the rampant spear of male flesh. Her fingers began to move up and down it, as his had. She felt the urgent need in him as he thrust into her lewdly groping hand, and then she cupped his hot sperm-laden testicles with her other hand God! But he was so thick and hard ... and so long! She moved closer so the tingling nipples of her breasts brushed his chest and looked down between the quivering mounds to watch the thick shaft sliding between her grasping fingers, each stroke baring the blood-engorged head that was velvety soft to her touch The young son's arms went over her shoulders and he held her close, leaning over her. Suddenly his weight seemed intolerably heavy, and the slender mother found her knees folding as he crushed her to him.
Her soft lips slid down his shuddering body and then her dimpled knees were on the thick carpet She had kept her grip on his stone-hard penis and it was mere inches from her lust-contorted face as she continued to caress it, but now, squeezing harder, she watched the knob-like head bulge and the pearly drop of fluid form in the little hole at the tip "So big," she whispered, her breath blowing lightly but warmly over it through softly pursed lips. Then his hands were stroking her hair, inexorably drawing her beautiful face closer to his loins. The scent of his maleness filled her flaring nostrils and she whispered, "Oooohhh, ooooohhhh. ... Yessssss...! "
The lean young son eased his hips forward, and the full hot length of his rampant cock was caressing her right cheek. Slowly, she felt the velvety hot tip slide under her chin and then up over the smooth white skin of her left cheek.
The top of his penis touched her slightly-parted lips then, and she could taste the sweet saltiness. As with a will of its own, the wet pink tip of Marion's tongue reached out to lick at the bead of fluid, and she heard her young son sigh with pleasure. She looked up at him and saw the urgent need on his boyish face. Slowly she began to lick the warm, smooth head of his cock with the flicking tip of her tongue, and the lingual contact aroused her again.
Slavishly, her tongue extended a bit farther, and with the flat of it she began to thoroughly lick the lust-swollen head, running the fluttering tip endlessly around the rim Her auburn-tressed head dipped as she began to shower tiny hot wet kisses up and down the full length of his staff, even to mouthing the cum-swollen mass of his balls, and then, slowly, back to the tip again Her mouth formed a soft, round "O" and she paused for a moment, kissing the mushroom shaped head
At that instant the teenager, with a groan of animal desire, held her head firmly and thrust his erect young cock directly into the hot wet cavern of her warmly receptive mouth
The subserviently kneeling mother almost choked as the bulbous head pushed its way past her soft, lipstick-covered lips and deep into her throat She felt the thick, rigid staff filling her face and saw it disappearing like the trunk of a tree between her widely-distended lips Her nostrils flared as she fought to breathe around it until, instinctively, her cheeks hollowed as she began to work her tongue around and around the rod of flesh Eyes wide, the panting mother watched the tree-like male member sink deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, and she moaned softly, lovingly.
Randi began to slowly fuck into the beautiful face of his mother's that was crushed tightly to his loins Marion's lips were tightly ovaled around him and her mouth worked furiously as she sucked while his fingers played with the mass of her auburn hair. She was making gulping sounds now, and the whirling of her tongue was driving the teenage son wild!
"Oh, Jesus ... Suck, suck, SUCK ME, MOM!! ! " Randi cried out
Marion Peters couldn't have stopped now if she wanted to. The heat of his young manhood filled her warmly gulping mouth as she tried to find every way to lick and nibble and draw on this beautiful rod of flesh Her arms went tightly around her young son's quivering hips and savagely she worked her clinging, tightly-ovaled lips up and down the sweet tasting male flesh so violently that the entire length of his rampaging cock plunged deep into her throat, past her tonsils. Her cheeks alternately ballooned and hollowed as her head bobbed up and down and her nose burrowed into the male-scented forest of his pubic hair even as his swelling balls slapped against her cheek.
Marion could feel her cunt getting hot again, spilling its aromatic fluids down her thighs as her hair flailed wildly over her face and shoulders and her breasts bounced and juggled against the muscular legs of the young boy who stood above her.
In the vanity mirror, she could see herself sucking furiously, see the thick penis sinking deep into her mouth and her face contorted with lust as it was filled with him. The sight of her young son's cock pistoning in and out of her warmly pursed lips was tremendously exciting to Marion, as were the moans and gasps of pleasure she could hear coming from Randi over the wet slurping sounds of her own efforts She began to massage the bouncing testicles. Teasingly, her fine white teeth scraped lightly along the rigid shaft of flesh, and she began to suck harder and harder. She grasped his slender buttocks and urgently pulled him harder into her driving face as her firm breasts danced and bounced against his legs She could see the soft pink inner flesh of her lips being pulled outward each time her head came up and then jammed back in her seeking mouth as she went down again.
"Jesus! This .is good, Mom! You sure know how to suck cock!" Randi groaned. He writhed until his cock was churning inside the hot, wet cavity of his mother's mouth Eating her, and then having her suck him like this was so good. And he was sure, the way she was ravenously devouring his surging cock, that no matter how many arguments she might come up with in the future, she wouldn't be able to keep herself from having sex with him, her own son
The passionately aroused boy began to pump hard into the softly sucking lips of his mother as she squeezed his aching balls.
"Oh, fuck ... Suck me hard!" he cried. "I'm cummming!"
Marion Peters knew before he told her. She felt his cock swelling and lengthening in her avid mouth and his balls tightening, and then she felt the great surge of the first jets of the hot young sperm along the full length of his wildly-ramming penis. His strong hands grasped her head tightly again and yanked her phallus-swollen face tight to his jerking pelvis as the uncontrollable pulsing began in his trembling body.
Throbbing wildly, his jackhammering cock began to shoot rapid bursts of hot, sweetly sticky sperm deep into her throat Her cheeks ballooned and hollowed as she tried to swallow the spurting stream that gushed down her to spill in a burning pool in her quaking belly. The sudden gushing made her gasp and choke, but she sucked even more wildly and drops of the delicious cum oozed from the tightly compressed corners of her mouth
"Oooooohhhhhh . . , " the passionate redheaded mother murmured around the slowly softening cock as she continued to kneel and feel the youthful excitement of the panting boy. Almost reverently, when she finally let the spent male organ slip from her lips, she slowly laved it clean with the tiny tip of her tongue, not wanting to lose a drop of the warm, life-giving fluid. She was trembling with her own excitement, and she stumbled as she tried to rise from her aching knees. Randi caught her and kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her passion-heavy lips Weakly, Marion stumbled to the bed and collapsed across it Randi joined her, and they lay entwined ... perfectly contented ... and they dozed, feeling the sensual warmth of each other.
And just before she fell into a deep sleep, Marion thought of the tremendous changes that had occurred in the past few days in her and Randi's lives.
Yes! the young mother's mind mused. Everything will be very, very different from now on!
Indeed, it would She wouldn't have to worry about that awful nightmare any more ... and she and Randi had found a new meaning to their "relationship," and she need no longer feel guilty about her feelings.
