It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, some hidden desire, a whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In a modern society, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes these dark passions do surface, either with the individual's consent or without it.
HOT TIMES WITH MOM is a dramatic representation of a woman who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. She finds it impossible to continue to keep her fantasies under control, and she plays them out to the fullest. And meanwhile, her day-to-day routine continues. But the nagging doubts increase with her growing depravity, and the woman begins to wonder if she is willing or able to face the consequences of her actions. Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to "let it all hang out."
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Amanda Foster wasn't a bad woman. She had never thought of herself as being particularly wicked. She was a normal, thirty-six-year-old blonde with two children who was trying to survive on a small pension from her late husband's business as well as some insurance money. Amanda was blessed, she felt, with a wonderful son and daughter. She had so much. Why, then, was she greedy for more? Why was she standing at the kitchen sink now, her thighs pressed against the sink, watching the young man from the nearby college raking the leaves of her small back yard?
Her cunt burned. She couldn't deny the hot, wet feeling making her pussy walls slick, buckling in against one another from her rising heat. She rolled her thighs up against the front of the sink, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down as she felt her nipples grow stiff and hard.
She could feel a drop of her juice trickling through the blonde cuntal thicket slowly, driving her mad as she curled her fingers against the formica top and drilled her nails into the smooth white surface. He was leaning against the tree now, his tanned body driving her half mad with desire. Why did he have to take his shirt off? It wasn't that warm out there, although he had been working terribly hard.
She could feel the chilly heat from her cunt radiate out through her belly, out to her skin, making her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. Her thighs ridged with excitement, alternately burning and chilling while her asscheeks tensed against one another like two clenched fists.
"Oh, God!"
Amanda closed her eyes for a moment, trying to drive that burning itch away from her. It was impossible. She would die from this, she knew it. The pulsing between her legs was too strong, drawing all the strength and will from her.
Amanda heard the rake fall against the back patio. Opening her eyes, she saw the young man pulling his red flannel shirt on, loosely buttoning it at the bottom. He was walking toward the kitchen door. Amanda could see he had finished with his chores. Dear God in heaven, he would be here, in the house, talking with her as he had earlier this afternoon. She panicked, her eyes darting around as if they could find something to protect herself from herself.
"Uh, Mrs. Foster, I'm through for the day. It's getting late, and I've got to be getting back to the dorm."
Amanda tried to shake off the hot sheen that coated her pussy, walking to the counter and opening her black leather purse.
"Thanks. This really helps. It's pretty expensive over there," he said, pushing his fingers through his thick black hair and looking straight into her eyes.
Amanda felt her knees knocking together and did all she could to act calm. She was feeling out of sync, woozy, as she turned and stared at the refrigerator.
"You know, I don't even remember your name," she said with a little laugh, her cunt burning now with an itchy heat that surprised her. She curled her toes into her sandals, thrills of pleasure licking up and down her thighs. She thought of them as tongues and wondered how his tongue would feel licking up her long, white shivering thighs until it touched her pussy.
"Mike. Mike Anderson. I'm studying political science, remember?"
"Oh yes, of course, how stupid of me! I've got some things on my mind, I'm afraid. Would you like some lemonade? You look terribly warm."
Amanda wasn't sure if he'd agreed or not. She moved like a robot to the refrigerator, pulling out the large heavy glass pitcher and pouring a glass. He took it from her, his large dark blue eyes burning into hers just for a fraction of a second. But in that fraction Amanda could feel her blood start to boil. Could he see it in her eyes? Could he tell she was aroused, her cunt was winking shut with heat while her body shivered with lust? Amanda tried to pour her own glass but found her hand shaking far too much. She stopped, putting the pitcher on the counter and doing her best to steady herself. "Here, lemme try."
Mike was behind her, his hand touching hers as he raised the pitcher and tipped it, the yellow fluid trickling over the spout into a second glass.
Amanda thought she would faint from her excitement. He was brushing up against her now. She could feel that powerful body against hers, his knees brushing up against the backs of her legs. She fantasized just for a second of how he would take her in his arms, holding her, then fucking her. Fucking! The thought flashed across her mind like summer lightning. It had been so long since a man had fucked her! She thought about it and nearly fell to the floor, easing the pitcher back down to the counter and turning around.
"Thank you. I'm a little out of sorts today. But things should be better. My son Brian's going to be home shortly. And his sister. My, I'm going to have to start dinner in a while...."
Mike was staring at her, his glass to his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something else. Amanda dropped her eyes, feeling her nipples poking up through her halter. She knew he could see the nubs stretching the white cotton material.
Amanda wanted to hide, to throw her arms across her tits and cover them protectively. But something kept her riveted to the spot. Her cunt ached to be touched, the fat, swollen lips folding over one another while juice seeped from her fuzzy hole and wet the front of her panties.
"You know, you sure don't look like you've got a son and daughter, Mrs. Foster. You're a very pretty lady, do you know that?"
Amanda burned under the compliment. Amanda just stood there, feeling her cunt puckering up. She could feel the silken material of her panties quickly soak. She thought she could even smell herself now, smell the musky cuntal juice that seemed to flood from her body. She had to get rid of him.
"I really should start dinner now. How much do I owe you for today?"
Amanda had started to turn back to her purse, about to fish out her wallet when she saw Mike coming toward her. It was a simple move, w one she could have easily avoided. But instead she stood there, her fingers trembling against the leather straps of her purse. She felt his hands over her upper arms, his callused fingers pressing into her soft white flesh while he turned her around and tilted her chin back. Amanda's heart felt as if it were about to burst. She felt his fingers tightening around her shoulders, his hands drawing her to him while their bodies touched.
"No, this isn't right. Please, Mike. We can still stop this," she pleaded, turning her head away from his.
And then she could feel his hot lips kissing her throat, his breath pumping against her neck while his hands crawled up and down her arms.
Amanda groaned, her head dropping back, her long blonde hair sweeping across her ass as she hunched up against his groin. In a moment his lips were on hers, his tongue searching along her mouth, then poking its way in while his hands traced the still boyish curves of her narrow hips.
Amanda moaned into the spit-slicked kiss, fencing her tongue with his as she felt his fingers pressing into the soft resilient mounds of her ass.
Amanda began humping up against him, her hands trailing down his chest, her fingertips feeling the hot tanned flesh while Mike traced his fingers along the leg bands of her shorts. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to touch her cunt, then stick his cock into her pussy and fuck her. Amanda's head spun around dizzyingly as she thought of it, feeling his hands touching her all over.
Mike pulled away from her mouth, kissing her throat once more while she dropped her right hand to his crotch and felt something very hard, very hot throbbing against her fingertips. How good it was to feel a man's cock. How long it had been since she'd felt something that big, that thick before! For a second she thought it was going to tear right through his jeans. Oh yes, yes, she wanted that thing in her, stabbing into her pussy, rodding her! It had been so long!
"Where's your bedroom?"
His voice was low, throaty, self-assured, male! For a moment Amanda wasn't sure if she would be able to walk. With a weak smile, she looped one arm through his, leading the boy from the kitchen, down the small hall to an open door to the right.
Mike closed and locked it, shrugging off his flannel shirt and starting to unfasten his jeans. Amanda stood by the shuttered window that let in filtered daylight, feeling as if she would die from lack of air. Her chest tightened as she watched his belt open, the top button of his Levi's push through the loop.
"I thought about you all damned afternoon, about how you'd look all pretty and stretched out on a bed while I was licking your cunt. I'm gonna do that now, you know that? I like eating pussy. Best meat there is," he said, sauntering up to her and pushing his fingers through her long blonde hair.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me."
It was the only thing she could say. Amanda wanted him so badly, needed Mike the way she needed the air in her lungs. He unhooked the straps of her halter, letting the top come loose around her high-riding tits, then float down like a parachute to the floor.
"Oh yeah, nice tits, nice big tits."
Amanda closed her eyes, whistling through her nose as she felt his hands cupping the rounded bottoms of her tits and squeeze them. When he began strumming her nipples until they became red and turgid, the woman moaned, her teeth grinding against one another while her knees shivered until they threatened to buckle entirely. It was when he started licking them, his tongue lapping over the itchy, tense nubs that Amanda began to sob. It had been so long since someone had done this to her. She wanted it all, and she wanted it at once. Raising her hands, Amanda pushed her fingers through his thick black hair, her cunt so hot she thought it would catch her shorts on fire.
And then he started nibbling on her nipples, his front teeth biting on the half-inch long rubbery nubs while his tongue flicked teasingly back and forth, back and forth. When he started biting down again, Amanda let out a sharp cry, her knees finally buckling.
"Oh man, man you are ready, Mrs. Foster, really ready."
She felt him pushing down her shorts and panties at the same time then shoving her back, back until she found herself tumbling down onto the bed. In a moment he was on her, his hands spreading her knees apart, his tongue licking down her thighs.
She felt the surface of Mike's hot tongue barely graze one cuntlip. She gasped from the unbelievable tickle. Shoving her hands down, she caressed his face, feeling his tongue licking around her inner thighs while his fingers felt all around her asscheeks. He was teasing her, purposely keeping his tongue away from the hot, juicy crack for as long as he could while she got hotter and hotter.
"No ... uhhhh ... oh no, lick me, eat me ... oh yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Mike went back to her cunt just as she'd begged, licking the surface over the jagged wet crack. Amanda's eyes widened, rolling back into her head as she jerked her knees up and drew them together against his body. The sudden, scalding pressure of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly knocked her unconscious. Arching her spine, the woman wallowed her shoulder blades against the crushed pillow behind her as she opened her mouth and let out guttural, strangling sounds of delight.
Mike slid his hands under her ass farther, rolling her ass back until her legs were scissorkicking in the air. Amanda could feel the weight of her body resting on her shoulders and upper back as he dropped his head back into her cunt and began feeding on her pussy.
She loved that hot, wet licking sensation swarming all over her pussy. She could feel his moustache barely tickling her clit while his tongue stiffened and wriggled down into the tight, squiggly tissues of her cunt. Mike was growling like a dog between her legs. Amanda liked that. Her mouth was a tight scar, her eyes shut tight while the cords stuck out against her neck. His thumbs were stretched now to either side of her pussy while his fingers were tracing along her asshole. Amanda liked the daring of it, the young man's complete wildness as he had her spread out there on her bed.
Then he was licking back into her ass-split, his tongue trailing over the crack until it touched her shitter. Amanda's eyes flicked open, rounding as his tongue started licking up and down over her asshole. At the same time Mike was pressing one hand over her swollen cuntal mound, rubbing her cuntlips together until more juice seeped out and slicked down his fucking fingers.
"No, oh God, no, no ... uhhhhhhh!" It felt so devastating, so wonderful. It was as if Mike were all over her body at once, his tongue touching all the sensitive spots at the same time. Amanda rolled her hips up, digging her fingernails into his shoulders while hunching against his eating, sucking mouth. Finally he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He had wriggled out of his jeans during the licking session.
She could see his cock, long, thick, the head purple and at least two inches thick across the top. He was donkey-sized, she thought, dropping her head again against the pillow and thanking God that the first fuck she had had in five years would be from this stud. It made her mind spin around and around as she felt his fingers spreading her thighs farther apart. He was sliding up, pushing himself onto her body until his chest pillowed on her tits.
Amanda turned her head, wanting to suck in a deep breath. She could feel his cock now rubbing over her cuntal crack. The fat head was just above the sensitive bud shrinking back from direct touch. His hands were holding her back as he tried kissing her.
Amanda could smell herself on his cheeks as his lips caught hers, his tongue driving down into her throat. She was open for him now, her legs spread out, her knees raised while her cuntlips unstuck and peeled back flatly. In one mad moment she could feel that fat head picking up the slickness of her pussy and poling in.
Amanda thought she would come unglued. Arching her spine once more, she dug the back of her head into the pillow while jerking her knees together and hugging her lover's body with the insides of her thighs. He drew back a little, then pushed in deep, his cock spreading apart the hot, wet itchy walls of her cunt, forcing them into a broad tunnel while his hands held her down.
Amanda loved it, her mouth letting out filthy words she thought she had forgotten while she felt her belly swelling up with cockmeat. It was so deliciously odd having something that fat and long back in her body again, its heat adding to her own. She rolled her head from side to side, long strands of blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks while a string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She brought her knees down only to jerk them back up again, her ass prancing madly up in the air.
She knew she was trapped, pinned, fucked by a massive prick. She thrashed her ass around a little, feeling her cunt clamping down on the rodding cock for a second. Mike looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers while he reached between their bellies and stroked her pussy. Having her cunt touched like that while he was fucking her was too much. Amanda let out a cry, feeling her pussy relax and let more of his prick in.
"Man, you're hot and wet and fine, just like a woman should be!"
"Really? Oh God, fuck me, fuck me good!"
Her shivering flesh tightened around her cunt while Mike started picking up his fucking rhythm. He ground his hipbones against hers, stirring his cock around inside her cunt while his fingers crawled up to her tits and started pinching her nipples. Her cuntlips were red and hot while her cut seemed to burn like a tiny red jewel. Again and again Mike fucked her, his forward fuck-thrusts making her body shiver against the rocking bed under her.
In a moment the two of them were moving so fast a layer of sweat covered both of them. She was going to cum. Amanda could feel that, feel the swelling mountain in her belly, feel the pressure in her cunt as that itch turned into a throbbing ache, and then into something much grander, much more intense.
Throwing her head back, Amanda stretched her arms up into the air, crying out, her legs tightening around Mike's lower thighs. He fucked down, then pulled up, raising her ass from the bed for a second.
"Cummmmmmm!"
A firestorm raced up and down her thighs, exploding through her pussy, then encompassing her entire body as she came and came and came. Mike was growling, his body shivering and jerking atop hers. Amanda knew he was firing his thick load of white jizz into her cunt. Amanda felt alive again, reborn as she took the last of his cum and lay shivering and twitching on her bed.
CHAPTER TWO
"Aw, c'mon Patty, I don't know what you're saving it for. Most of the girls do it. This is the eighties!"
Patty Foster -eyed Bobby Jackson warily, shrinking away from his touch a second time. They had been fooling around in the school pool even after the others had drifted away. Now they were alone outside, not even Coach Rouselo around to stop them from doing what they wanted.
Patty hitched her top back up, covering her full tits and wriggling her pert little ass over the wet concrete. Bobby had been doing things to her, things that made her unplowed cunt hot as a blowtorch. She had dated Bobby before and had put up with his kissing and feeling around in a car. But in a car he couldn't do much. She was always able to turn the handle and slip her ass off the seat before he had managed to put his hand under her dress and feel her pussy, just like he'd threatened he would.
But here was different. She wasn't wearing very much-just a yellow bikini whose bottom barely covered her virgin pussy. Now, stretched back across the front of the pool, Patty realized anybody could see the shape of her swollen cuntlips through her snugged-back bikini bottoms. She squirmed forward, trying to loosen the material snaking up into her hot little crack. It felt shockingly good, but Patty didn't want to show Bobby that. He was ready to jump on her right here. God help them if the coach or anybody else were to come in and find Bobby trying to tear off her bathing suit.
It felt so itchy down there between her shivering legs. Bobby had known just how to kiss her, just how to touch her. But when he had managed to pull her halter nearly all the way off Patty panicked, moving away from him. Right now she wasn't all that sure she wanted him around.
"Maybe some girls do it," she sniffed, turning away and making a face. "But I'm not every girl. Go with Susan Farley if you want somebody who's fast."
Susan Farley was the class tramp, bragging all the time about the way she fucked. She once said she let her cousin eat her out three timesthree times, and her own cousin.
"Aw, c'mon, Patty. Nobody's gonna say anything."
He was smoothing the backs of his fingers over her thighs, drawing close to her again. Patty would have liked to have trusted Bobby. They'd been friends ever since pre-school, laughing and talking all the time. It was just lately he'd changed, dogging her as if she were some piece of meat. It was kind of scary and kind of flattering at the same time. Maybe she should talk to Susan. She didn't particularly like the girl. But at least she knew the score about guys and girls.
"It's getting late. I've got to be going home. My mom's gonna be worried," she said, starting to get up. Bobby held her back.
"You know, there's nobody in the massage room near the guy's gym. Come on. We can make out there," Bobby said, scrambling to his feet.
Patty looked up, finding herself eye-to-prick with his cock sticking straight out against his white bathing suit. She drew back, almost laughing and yet at the same time feeling a lump in her throat. She got to her feet, picking up her blue towel from the floor and starting to walk away from him. Patty hesitated, feeling doubt cross her mind. What would it hurt to make out a little bit? She might even let him touch her down there. She was feeling daring, about to go off some deep end. Sex education class could only go so far. She wanted to go farther right now.
Bobby grinned, slipping on the wet tiles, taking her by the fingers and leading her past the dressing rooms to the inner sanctum of the gym. It was so dark and quiet. Patty looked around, feeling her heart beating so fast and hard she thought she would die.
"Are you sure nobody's around?" she whispered, her flesh crawling around her pussy and tits.
"Naw. C'mon. Over here."
They were in a smaller room now. It had been left open, just the way Bobby said it was. There were two tables in it, both of them kind of high and draped with long white sheets. Patty laid her towel carefully down over the back of one chair as Bobby closed and locked the door. It was so dark. She breathed soft and low, unsure of what to do, unsure of what Bobby would do.
They both looked at one another for what seemed like a second. Bobby seemed so slow. And then he touched her waist, bringing her up against him. Patty tilted her face up, parted her lips slightly and remembered to lick them a second before his mouth came down.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
It was good feeling him against her. Her pussy burned like a bonfire, the silken material of her swimsuit rubbing back and forth against her clit, stimulating it until the rounded tip was red and glowing. Patty found herself standing on her tiptoes, leaning against Bobby while her fingers smoothed over his broad shoulders. He was fumbling with the top of her bikini again, still trying to get it off.
Patty curved her body against his chest and belly. Her thigh was hot where his crotch was. She could feel the stiff swelling of his cock pushing out from his bathing suit. A hot flash burned through her skin. She left her hip there and cinched her thin arms around his neck. He was searching her lips shyly with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohhh, wow, Patty. You're the most. I mean it."
She felt her palms burning where she held them flat against his back. When he kissed her again, she let him have her mouth, opening it farther than she ever had before. The daring of it, the touch of his tongue as it searched deeper caused a ripple of feverish tingles to course over her skin. Just when he was pulling her tight against him, she teased her mouth away.
"Don't ... we're going too far too fast," she panted, pushing the flat of her palm against his chest.
"It's good, isn't it?" he gasped.
"Yes, but ... but, I don't know. Don't make me do this, Bobby. Maybe we should quit."
"Quit? Are you kidding?"
"Then, you've got to want something, right?"
Why was she saying these terrible things? Where were these words coming from? The small room seemed to close in on them as they swayed together, their bodies rubbing against one another. She wasn't struggling that much against his fingers now as they reached for her halter and started tugging it down. She felt the pull of the material, felt the soft silk rubbing up against her pink stiff nubs.
This time Patty did nothing to stop him. She groaned into his mouth, rubbing her thighs against his while her feet slipped against his. With another cry of delight, she felt the top slide down, puddling around her ankles. He gingerly touched her tits, molding them, kneading them, rubbing them against one another while diving down into her mouth and battling with her tongue.
Patty had never felt anything like this before. The sensation was overwhelming. Sparks seemed to fly from the hard little nubs, making her cunt shut, relax, then snap closed once more. She kept thinking about his prick, that cock rubbing up and down against the front of her bottoms. That fired up her little cunt, making her clit twitch and pulse. She could hardly breathe thinking about what it all meant.
Just as she thought about bolting from the small room and picking up her remaining respectability, Bobby covered her mouth with his again, their lips squirming slickly together. He was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump asscheek. Even through the covering of nylon, it felt awfully good. She rocked her hips, feeling his cock gouging into the softness of her lower belly. Some of her former fear was evaporating under the rising heat of her pussy.
"Ooooooooooh!"
She didn't care if the coach or anybody else heard her right now. Her body was on fire, twisting and rubbing up against Bobby's. She could feel his cockhead gouging up against the damp front of her bikini bottoms while her feet slipped over the carpeted floor. This was good, way better than anything she could have possibly imagined.
Hunching up against him, she felt him pushing her back in the half-dark room until she felt her ass flatten up against the table. He bent her back, pushing her up onto the table. When she tried to squirm off in a moment of panic, Patty felt his tongue raking over her nipples again, his mouth closing in on the nubs and sucking while his fingers fanned out against her heaving belly. He took one tit in his mouth while squeezing the other, rubbing the stiff nipple against his stubbly cheek.
It was more than the teen could stand. Letting out a gaspy sigh, she fell backward, her fingers grasping for the stud hovering over her. She loved it, loved it all. God in heaven, it was too good for her, she thought, feeling his hipbones bumping up against hers.
She felt her legs swing around until they lay prone while her ass flattened against the table. He was on top of her, his knees spreading her legs apart while his hands still kneaded her tits. Patty liked it. She especially liked it when he turned her tits around and rubbed her nipples against one another. She thought she would pee in her panties when he did that.
Squirming on the table, hunching up, the young blonde teen felt herself coming apart as Bobby's greedy hot hands crawled up her inner thighs and began squeezing them. When she felt his fingers bunching up the silken material of her bikini bottoms, Patty stopped him, curling her slender fingers around his wrist and pulling away from that awful, wonderful tonguing kiss.
"No, leave my bottoms alone, Bobby. I don't want you ... don't want you touching them."
She was surprised how her voice carried some authority. He shrugged, moving his hand away for the moment. There was some more movement. Then she felt something awfully hot and hard up against her right inner thigh. Patty stiffened. Bobby had slipped his trunks off while they were wrestling around on the table and now was naked against her.
Terrified, the young teen was afraid to move. He might do something. She thought about how strong he was. She could feel his hard muscles even now working up against her slim body. He could hold her down easily, cover her mouth and rape her without her being able to do one thing.
The thought excited and horrified her at the same time. Patty was about to say something when she felt his hands cupping her head gently, his tongue licking her chin. No, he wasn't that kind of rapist, that kind of guy. He thought enough about her to keep himself from going nuts. She sighed, grateful for his consideration as he continued gouging his cock up against her cunt.
"Uhhhh, oh, Bobby ... oooooooh!"
Her voice was so low and throaty. It excited even her. Lord only knows what it was doing to Bobby who kept on moaning into her ear. She loved it when he licked his tongue into the waxy canal. She shivered, working her hips from side to side, shifting them against the table and feeling the sexy rub of his thick hot cock against the wet front of her bikini bottoms. Bobby was trying to pull them off again.
Saying nothing, Patty shoved her ass down hard against the table while bringing her hands between their bellies. She had to feel that cock. She had to curl her fingers around that thick hot prick and pump it. She had heard some of the girls talking about how much fun doing something like that was, how the guys went crazy when you touched it.
Sucking in a deep breath, Patty began searching, pushing her fingers in until she could feel that hot hard cock rubbing against her finger tips. She had never thought Bobby had something that long, that big. It had to be at least eight, maybe nine inches. And it was like hot steel to the touch. He moaned a little when she trailed her fingertips along the edge, feeling the pulsing blue veins. Her cuntal walls buckled from sexual heat while the sensitive places between her toes tingled. She worked her ass around in tight little circles again.
"Oh yeah, you touch it real nice, real nice," Bobby whispered in her ear, sliding his fingers under her elastic leg bands again and touching her pussy.
It seemed freaky to feel a guy's hand down there, petting her swollen cuntlips, pushing the hot, spongy flesh back and forth. But still she didn't have to worry about his stabbing her with his cock.
When he started poking her clit, rubbing it gently while dipping another finger into her cunt, Patty thought she was going to die. Her knees jerked up, hugging his thighs while she petted his feet with her toes. When she started hunching like crazy again, Bobby pulled back, nibbling on her nipples until she thought she was going to scream. It was especially good when he caught her nipples in his front teeth, lifting her tits up from her heaving chest.
Then she reached down and greedily milked his cock with her fingers. She felt it throbbing and jerking around in her hand like a tiny frightened animal, something very warm and wet trickling through her fingers. Guys had juice just like girls.
"Ooooohhhhh!"
He rubbed his cock against her cunt again, this time trying to slip it under her leg band. She wasn't thinking of what she was doing right now. Her hand seemed to know just what to do as she reached back and fondled his balls, feeling the shape of them through the wrinkly skin of his sac. When she squeezed them gently, she could hear Bobby's breath catch. He stopped dry fucking her, his body trembling while his knees braced against hers and tried to open her up.
Patty tried to be cool, sophisticated. But when she felt his fingers grabbing at the underside of her cuntal mound, she panicked, sucking in a deep breath and digging her chin into his shoulder. He was heavier than she was, forcing her against the table while his weight was keeping her open to him.
She knew he wanted to get her bottoms off. She knew he wanted to fuck her. It was the old drive of a cock wanting to get into a cunt. He was humping her hard now, his hands holding her almost painfully while his ass pumped up and down frantically. He was trying to penetrate her.
"No, don't...."
He slowed, smoothing his hands down the sides of her body. His cock had slipped lower, under her cuntal mound. She had soaked her crotch with hot juice. As he pumped his cock against the cloth-covered crack, she could tell where the crown of his prick was. Patty closed her eyes, sucking in her bottom Up and rolling her ass from side to side to increase the friction of her cuntlips against Bobby's cock. Her flooding membranes were soaking him with a slickness too. She knew it was exciting him. Patty rolled her head to one side, sucking in more air, feeling her mind reeling around. She felt so slick and swimmy down there. She let Bobby shove her thighs apart. And now she couldn't be sure what had happened to her bottoms. They were still on, she knew, but her cunt had gotten slick and hot. The rubbing of Bobby's cockhead seemed so real. "Bobby...."
Patty froze. She touched his cock and balls, then finally found the steamy place where her cuntlips had been mashed to the side. Her crotchband had been twisted to one side too, stretched into the hollow between her thigh and one plump cuntlip.
Bobby's cockhead was really touching her cunt. The slick tip was sliding up and down over her pussy. Wild with fear, Patty tried sliding the fabric back over her cunt, but the slick material eluded her grasp. Bobby's cock gouged steadily at her.
"Bobby, you've got to stop now. Listen to me!"
He couldn't stop. She whimpered when he caught her face, smothering her words with a kiss. Her nostrils flared in fear and confusion as he bore down, fucking his hips against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Patty beat at his back with her small fists. Oh, God, he was going to fuck her, going to tear through her cherry! Patty went wild. Screaming, beating at him, she also felt the building tension, the mounting thrill that invaded every cell of her twisting body. The fever of the insatiable itching pleasure was becoming something far more intense, more concentrated. Patty knew what it was and thirsted after it even when she was terrified of the consequences.
"Oh God, Patty...."
She could hear him moaning. Then there was the rush of something very hot and sticky and wet gushing over her cunt, over her thighs. He was cumming, his cock spitting out gouts of his white cum and slicking down her flesh with it. The girl screamed, her world exploding into bright yellows and whites as a powerful white-hot sensation throbbed through her cunt. She felt herself melting into Bobby. At the same time she could feel her cuntlips being smeared with his hot steaming jizz. He was still frantically trying to get inside her. But the thick, spurting jizz frothing around her cunt made that impossible. She wriggled her ass to feel his cock rubbing her clit again. Bobby grabbed at her ass and pumped like a maniac, his fingertips nearly bruising her flesh.
When it was over he pulled himself up from the small massage table, shaking the sweat from his eyes. Patty looked up at him, feeling a warm, wonderful glow slip over her.
"Wow, that was the best thing I ever felt!" she babbled.
"Me too," he whispered, kissing her mouth while still feeling off her ass.
CHAPTER THREE
"Brian, you really should ... well, be more careful," Amanda warned, hanging up the phone and eyeing her son with disapproval. She had just spoken to a sobbing young girl who pleaded with her to talk some sense into Brian.
"Aw, Mom, Cindy's just overreacting. God, we only had a few dates and she already thinks we're gonna get married," he said sulkily, folding his hands together and refusing to meet her steady gaze.
Amanda sighed, feeling the small muscles around her neck cramping painfully. She shouldn't feel so protective. Soon he would be graduating, going on to college, leading his own life. But still this poor young thing on the phone sounded as if she were coming apart. Amanda froze, feeling her blood turn to ice. Was she....
"Brian, you didn't do anything to make her ... well, make her feel as if you were going to get married, did you?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"This is the eighties, Mom. Come on, Cindy's been reading too many of those damned romance novels. She'll be okay. I just don't want to settle down-not yet, for Christ's sake."
Amanda still wasn't assured about her son. But at least he didn't have his head in the clouds. He had a strong future ahead of him-his grades in the sciences were outstanding, even if the ones in fine arts were lacking somewhat. He would go off to school, and then she would have only Patty to deal with, shunting her off so she could enjoy men like Mike who she felt were going to be a strong part of her life from now on.
"It's just that I don't want to see you hurt, or for that matter, hurt anyone else," Amanda said softly, sitting next to him and brushing aside a lock of hair that hung rakishly over one eye.
"Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Cindy's the exception. Most of the girls understand that."
Something strange was happening here, something stranger than learning about her son's flings in school. As she sat there touching his hair she found herself thinking of Mike, of his strong, hard-muscled body pressing down onto hers while his cock slipped into her cunthole. And then suddenly the fantasy switched. It wasn't Mike fucking her any longer. It was her son holding her down, pushing his meat into her cunt while driving his tongue down her throat. The image startled Amanda. She pulled her hand down as if she had just touched a burning stove.
"You don't look so hot. Patty's upstairs studying. If you don't have aspirin or something I know she's got plenty of stuff," Brian said, looking concerned.
Amanda smiled, brushing off her son and standing up. She knew then she was aroused. She could feel her cuntlips folding over one another and feeling all hot and prickly while her nipples poked deliciously against her bra. This was ridiculous. She struggled into the kitchen, feeling half drunk with desire. She caught herself on the refrigerator, pressing her burning forehead against the cool white sides.
She was aroused by her own son. Something had tripped inside her, some trigger had been switched. She was panting like a bitch in heat, her cunt warm and soft, the muscles contracting like an oily fist while her clit started to stiffen up from the surrounding wet flesh. Curling her fingers, Amanda fought to gain control of herself once more. She walked into the hall, the friction of her cuntlips rubbing against one another nearly bringing her to her knees. If only the children weren't there. She had Mike's number. He wasn't supposed to come over until the next day. But she knew he would speed to her home once he heard the thickness of her voice.
Amanda fell over her bed like a teenager, pushing her small fists into the pillow and feeling her knees sink pleasantly into the mattress beneath her. The raging in her blood seemed to grow quiet for a while. She thought of Mike, thought of her late husband Doug, then closed her eyes, drinking in the fresh smell of the pillow cases. Sleep. Yes, that's what she needed. She wanted some rest.
"Everything okay, Mom?"
The sound of her son's voice sent her heart pounding once more. She clutched the pillow, wanting to wheel around and fling it at him screaming. Forcing herself to be calm Amanda muttered something, hoping he would go away. Brian didn't. She heard the door close softly, heard his feet shuffling over the thick blue carpeting. In another moment she felt the bed sagging to one side.
"If it's got anything to do with Cindy, I swear I don't know what got into her. She's usually pretty damned sensible, you know."
"It's not that at all," Amanda said, her heart beating so hard she was sure he could hear it.
"Then what is it?"
She was going to make up something. Maybe the flu. That was always good. But then Brian put one hand between her shoulders, slowly massaging those tense neck muscles, and Amanda fell to pieces. She struggled against herself for a little while, then felt her cunt explode with a dreadful fireworks array of tingly sensations. "Mom?"
He rolled her over, his hands manipulating her body as if she were a doll. When she was on her back, Amanda tried not to look at her son. But there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, his thick-muscled arms bracing his body up from hers. He was so handsome, more handsome now, she thought, than Mike.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
Brian was lowering his head, holding her face steady with both hands while sliding his mouth onto hers. Amanda struggled, whimpering into his mouth while she tried pushing him away with both hands. But her son kept kissing her, moaning into her mouth while drawing his hands down and caressing her body. Amanda felt her body warming, felt her tits swelling while her ass tingled for the touch of her son.
Brian read her mind and started to undress her. She felt the blouse shrugging off her shoulder, her skirt following, dragging over her toes. When her bra straps loosened around her shoulders Amanda hesitated, pushing her son away a third time.
"No, Brian, this just isn't right. Please, don't make me do this."
But it would have been easier to have stopped a freight train. Amanda felt her son's tongue wriggling down her throat while his strong fingers held her pinned to the mattress. She squirmed her ass from side to side, feeling the soft nylon material working up into her sweaty asscrack. Brian's fingers moved over her tits, pressing into the resilient mounds while he pulled his mouth from hers and started nibbling on her chin.
"Oh wow, wow! You don't know how many times I've wanted to do something like this," he whispered, his hair falling over his eyes.
Amanda blinked her eyes into focus, staring up at her all-too-handsome son. She was starting to feel that ache again, that need for a cock sawing through her pussy. It had to be her son's cock, Brian's prick slipping into her tight, hot cunt.
He drew back, pulling off his T-shirt and revealing that thick matting of hair spreading from his erect nipples down his sternum to fan out again around his cock. He pulled off his boots, then opened his jeans and started pulling them off. Amanda held her breath, feeling her head spin as she thought of what she was doing. And when she saw that hefty cock swing up, the double-lobed head heavy with blood, she shuddered. Her knees instinctively pushed apart slowly, her cunt bubbling with juice while her panties worked up into the hot, drooling slit. Smiling softly, Amanda pushed one hand up to her tits. The touch gave her a chill, the sensation becoming stronger as she thumbed her nipple until it grew turgid and tingly.
Wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress, Amanda felt her heart beating faster and faster, the hot sensation between her long white shivering legs growing more and more concentrated. When she rocked her hips as her son stepped from his jeans, she felt the buttery heat spreading, leaking out to dot her pussyhair with more juices. She tightened her cuntal muscles, feeling her cuntlips itching against one another while her clit began to poke its head out from the swimmy flesh surrounding it. She squeezed her fingers around her tits, feeling the nipples poking up around her digits.
"Jesus, yes!" she whispered, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip until it bled. She moved her ass up, letting it hang there for a second trembling, knowing she was going to get fucked by her son and loving the hot anticipation of it.
"Oh wow, Mom, wow!"
Brian was on his hands and knees between her splayed thighs, his cock sticking straight out and pointing at her like a huge tree trunk. Amanda swallowed hard, a pulse leaping through her throat as she stared at the huge thing.
She bucked her ass up, feeling her son's tongue licking up around her right knee. Hooking it gently, Amanda let the leg fall back, stretching open her hot, aching cunt. Slowly she drew her hands around her tits again, squeezing them, thumbing her nipples while gently working her ass back and forth.
Sweat trickled down her forehead, burning into her eyes and ears. Her hair fanned out on the pillow behind her, the woman closed her eyes and shuddered as Brian's tongue licked up around her cunt, then pulled back before touching the hot, hairy hole. It was a teasing sensation Amanda was fighting, working her ass up, wanting him to touch her all over with his mouth.
She felt her son's fingers tightening around the soft spots just behind her knees while his tongue lapped up until her flesh was wet with spit. Then he moved his mouth up, blowing softly through her crinkly cuntal hair. She could feel his warm breath rustling through her pussy fur while his nose gently brushed over her clit. Amanda strained against his hands, arching her spine, wriggling her ass while grunting through clenched teeth. She wanted him sucking her, his tongue slipping between her cuntlips and pushing into her like a small cock. Rolling her eyes, Amanda desperately cried out for him to stick his tongue into her cunt.
"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah!"
And then it happened. She felt his fingers pushing down into the tight, tiny knot of her asshole while he began licking his tongue into her slit. Amanda lay there, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, afraid to move for fear of cumming right then and there in her son's mouth. She closed her eyes, her lower jaw slackening. His tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack while his fingers stretched her open wider and wider. Her clit started to burn from the steady licking friction. Fanning her fingers out along her tits she squeezed hard, pinching and rolling the nipples until she thought she would piss on the mattress from her excitement.
She felt his nose pressing into her nerve-rich clit, rubbing it back and forth while his tongue stiffened and wriggled down deep into her convulsing cunt. She felt her cuntal muscles snap down tight on that thing, holding onto it while her legs trembled. Drawing them together she pressed them against either side of her son's head, rubbing her thighs back and forth against his ears while she felt that tongue foraging deeper and deeper. It was all she could do to keep from exploding in his mouth.
He slid one finger in her pussy, drawing it in and out while wriggling his tongue back and forth against the bottom of her clit. Amanda couldn't stand it, kicking her legs in the air while rolling back. Her ass tensed while her asshole tweaked with the touch of his left hand around her ass. She growled, her head snapping from side to side as Brian slipped another finger into her pussy. Twisting the two around and around while caressing her swollen cuntlips with his thumbs, Brian stretched his tongue down into his mother's cunt as far as it could.
Amanda could feel his teeth scraping over her pussy, touching all the nerve endings and making them tingle and twitch while her cuntal muscles snapped shut again around the probing tongue. It was wonderful, far better than anything she could have hoped for. When his fingernails began scraping against the wet pink membranes of her pussy, Amanda cried out, fanning her toes until they cramped. She rolled her ass up, jerking it up and down in a wild attempt to create more sensation.
Then her son pulled his tongue out from her pussy, rolling her over and sliding in under her. In a moment the confused Amanda found herself on top of him, staring down at her son while her knees were bent at his shoulders. In another moment she felt him lifting her ass, pushing her back until she could feel the teasing scrape of his cockhead against her cunt. He fucked into her, pushing his cock up through her cunt and slipping it in.
Amanda's head fell back, her hair sweeping across her upper back while her cunt split in two. He rocked her, his cock sliding in then pulling out, making slick, sucking noises that made her shiver with hot delight. She could feel the flood of her juice as her son's cockhead withdrew, pulling out more and more cunt cream that wet her asscheeks.
Amanda moved her hands forward, bracing them against her son's broad shoulders while she looked at him. He had his eyes closed now, his lips working against one another while his black hair lay plastered against his sweaty forehead. He was working his hips up and down rhythmically, stabbing his cock into her pussy, raping through the tightly packed cunthole.
Amanda bent down, her tits tickling across his chest as she caught his lips with hers and kissed him. Oh, she liked it this way. It was so daring, so wild doing something like this with her own son, riding his cock like a merry-go-round horse. Brian groaned as she gave him her tongue again. She ground her hips, lifting her body and rocking forward until just the cockhead was inside the convulsing ring of her cuntmuscles. Careful not to tighten down too hard, Amanda made her muscles constrict once more.
Her son groaned, arching his spine up from the bed while rocking his body from side to side.
She thrashed her ass around in tight little circles, feeling those muscles milking his cock like a greasy fist. Brian let out another groan, the cords sticking out from his throat. He clenched his fists, pressing them hard against his hairy sides while trying to rape his cock through her hot pussy once again.
Amanda released her hold on him again, catching her breath before clenching down slowly once more. When her cuntal muscles were very tight around the shaft just behind the head, she tossed her ass around again. Her son sounded as if he were about to die. He jerked his knees up, then let them flop down again. Amanda stopped moving again and loosened her cunt so his cockhead would glide out of her. She let the tip linger between the small inner cuntlips. Prancing her ass around like a wild mare, feeling her son's cock gouging against the sides of her cunt, Amanda felt herself teetering on the brink of climax. She stopped her prancing, her body shivering while Brian gripped her wrists hard. He was pumping like a maniac under her, his balls flattened against her ass each time he shoved up.
"Mom, oh Mom ... wow, wow!"
His face was taut, his lips drawn tightly together, his breathing was shallow and irregular. Amanda fucked down for all she was worth, her body bouncing and jerking while her tits flopped against one another with wet slapping sounds. She tensed, jerked forward then snapped back, feeling the white hot sensation of climax shivering through her cut. She was only a moment away from insanity, just seconds away from the satisfaction she needed.
With a grunt Amanda raped her cunt down over her son's cock, her big ass muscles cramping while her cuntal walls gripped his shooting cock hard just behind his cockhead. It was all he needed. Amanda came hard, her cunt blossoming while Brian shot his load deep into his mother's cunt. The two of them fucked down like wild animals while jizz and cuntjuice spattered around Amanda's ass.
When she finally opened her eyes she found herself lying atop her son, his softened cock still in her pussy. She moaned happily, caressing her son's face with the back of one hand.
"Oh Brian ... oh God, it's so good, so very, very good with you," she whispered, feeling as if her life were going off-track. Fucking her son!
It was enough to make her laugh and cry at the same time.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're crazy, you really are, you know that, Brian? I mean it."
Patty pursed her lips in disgust, shaking her head from side to side while looking at her brother. It was three days after Bobby had tried plowing his cock into her cunt. In school she had heard of her brother's adventures with Cindy and felt as if she had to defend him, even if she did feel sympathy for the girl moping around the school halls all day.
"Aw, come on, sis."
"You know, I think half the teachers know about it. The teachers!"
"You tell me you never fucked around before?"
Patty went white. It was as if he had broken open her diary and read every last page. She stopped kicking her legs back and forth, unable to meet her brother's stare.
"Aha! I thought so! If you can screw around, why can't I?" he asked angrily.
"That's not fair! I never...."
She couldn't bring herself to say the word to her brother, even though just thinking about it made her shudder.
"Fuck? You never had a guy put his cock into you?"
"No!"
Patty tilted her chin up defiantly, sliding down from the fender of her brother's new Chevy Nova. She started for the door, muttering something about him minding his own business. She felt him grab her wrist unexpectedly, catching her off balance and dragging her up against him.
"Brian! Come on. Lemme go. You're acting real weird lately," she said, protesting as she felt one hand slip down over her ass and start squeezing her buns. They had fooled around like this before when they were eight or nine. But now they were a little self-conscious about touching one another.
"What's the matter? You giving it away and not giving some to your own brother?"
"That's real sick, Brian. Now lemme go. Mom's wanting me to help her clean the stove," Patty said, wrinkling her nose up. "And I promised her. So-Brian!"
He had his hand under her shorts now, his fingers snaking up to her cunt. She could feel the tips barely touching the plump fat lips of her cunt. Shocked, Patty tucked her pert ass away, flattening her palms against his chest and sliding back. God only knows what would have happened then if Bobby hadn't shown up suddenly.
Brian let out a long breath, running his fingers through his hair while Patty caught her breath. She wondered if her brother had been drinking or something. She looked strangely at him, adjusting her shorts and smiling nervously at Bobby. He was shuffling his feet, his eyes darting around the garage uncomfortably.
"Just messing around," Brian muttered, grabbing a timing wrench and disappearing under the hood where Patty had found him earlier.
"Come on. I've got something weird to show you ... I mean real neat," Bobby said, stretching out one hand to her.
"See you, Brian," Patty called out uncertainly, glancing at her brother's form bent over the fender. Bobby was pulling her along, past the side door. Inside she could hear her mother rattling around. She knew she should go in, but something in Bobby's voice excited her.
He didn't say a thing, pulling her down the street a block or two until they reached the small park at the end of a cul de sac. It was only three in the afternoon, too early for the kids who usually came there to play on the swings after kindergarten. They passed a small sandbox before he stopped, jamming his hands in one pocket and pulling out a packet. She watched as he tore the foil, pulling the almost transparent membrane out of the package. It looked covered with some kind of oil.
"Just so you won't get nervous or anything."
Patty looked open-mouthed at him.
"You brought me here to show me that and to ... to fuck?"
Bobby grinned sheepishly at her, his fingers rubbing over the thin membrane of that rubber while his cock started tenting up the front of his jeans. He was so sure of himself. He hadn't even worn shorts. Patty half turned around, thinking about bolting back home. It would have served him right for presuming she would be that hot to take him on in the open this way.
But there was something daring about it all, something that appealed to her. She bit her lower lip, looking around. There were no houses about. The place was deserted as if someone had just dropped a neutron bomb.
"But where?"
Bobby nearly dropped the rubber in his excitement. He took her sliding one arm around her waist and drawing her up against him. She felt his lips pressing against hers. Patty moved against the kiss, finally letting him push his tongue between her front teeth.
"Mmmmmm, quit!"
"What's wrong with you anyway? You said...."
"I didn't say anything. Besides, maybe you're being just a little too pushy." She let his finger slide just inside her jean shorts, letting it touch the fine blonde down lining her cuntal slit.
"What's the problem between you and your brother?" Bobby asked, panting heavily.
"There's no problem."
"Well, if he were my brother, I'd sure feel sort of weird. I heard he does things to girls that nobody else does in school."
Patty turned away from him so he couldn't see her flushed cheeks. Just thinking about something like that made her feel naked and breathless. She'd guessed her brother was into different kinds of sex. She could only imagine just what. Patty touched her fingers to her belly, sucking in a quick breath.
"I don't know," Patty said briskly, wanting to end talking about her brother. "I don't care either. What did you call me up here for anyway, a talk?"
Bobby threw back his head and laughed. Stopping, his eyes softened immediately and he shook his head. Patty felt as if she had found a new source of fun, of power. She held herself rigid, feeling as if she were going to a sacrifice, and the thing on the block was her. He drew her closer again, pushing one hand fast under the frayed edge of her shorts.
She gasped, feeling him rubbing the puffy cuntlips even as she tried to squirm her pussy away. She could feel it getting very, very warm down there, a concentrated, tight itchy kind of warmth while juice began to bubble out. Bobby could feel it too.
"You're hurrying things, aren't you?" she whispered, kissing the hollows of his neck.
"You know I have a rubber."
She knew the time was coming when she had to make a decision. Bobby's finger had pressed deeper into her flooding crack. He was working it back and forth until her whole ass glowed. It was funny how her cunt excited Bobby so much.
"Ohhhhh, stop right now!"
"Why can't we do it right now? There won't be anybody around here for a long time."
"But it's so ... public out here."
"I know a place down farther ... in the trees."
He was nodding in the direction toward some high ground between two rocks.
"We could hear somebody coming for a hundred yards."
Patty tried to quiet her breathing. Bobby was tickling her inner cuntlips, nibbling at her earlobe again. Oh God, it all felt so good.
"Oh Bobby...."
She turned her opened mouth to him. When his tongue went deep she knew she was a goner. "Yes, yes, if you really want it, yesssss!"
"Come on!"
He was up ahead of her, limping around as he tried to get his cock straight in his jeans. He took her, the two of them looking around as they practically ran up the hill to the spot Bobby had talked about. When she reached the area Patty could see he was right. There were high bushes and fir trees around the place while the grass was cut short, looking so soft and smooth. Patty caught her breath, walking up to him and feeling so naked, so open. She felt him untying her halter, letting it fall in the grass. She unbuttoned her cut-offs by herself and let them puddle around her ankles. Bobby was eyeing her, panting unashamedly. Patty would have laughed if she weren't so excited herself.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Christ yeah!"
He circled her small waist, pulling her against him. Then he let her go and started stripping off his things quickly. His cock looked even bigger, fatter, longer, more threatening in the broad daylight. Patty went over to him again, shy from his blatant hot looks. Reaching forward, she cradled the heavy-hanging cock in her slender fingers. His balls were pulled up tight in their sac. She fondled the leathery skin there and rubbed her fingers over the bulbous cockhead.
There was a little knot of fear in her belly. She knew she was going to be changed forever. She was going to let Bobby break through her cherry, and let him fuck her all the way. She was three weeks past her birthday, and was about to give her virginity away to a guy she didn't really love. He was nice, but he wasn't somebody she wanted to marry. Bobby pulled out the rubber. It looked way thinner than before. More fear built. She started to feel a little sick.
"Ohhhhh!"
Sensing her fear Bobby held her again. He was trembling just as much as she was. Patty smiled, kissing his neck as he lowered her onto her back. He was feeling gently along her cuntal slit with his finger, pressing in against the bunched flesh of her cherry. She squirmed her ass against the grass, feeling the blades prickling her shitter while her legs flew apart. She gasped.
"I thought ... I mean, aren't you...."
"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger," Bobby whispered, pushing harder now. She felt a tiny stab of pain and winced again.
"Who told you that?" she blurted out, clutching his back while arching her spine against the hurting finger.
"Uh, nobody."
Brian! She bet it was her brother. She had heard about him talking to other guys, giving them advice about girls and how to fuck them. Bobby might as well have told her who it was. She could just see her brother telling Bobby, guessing he was about to practice on her. Maybe that was why he was so weird this afternoon. He knew Bobby was going to fuck her today or some time in the near future. She could have scrambled to her feet right then. But then the pain grew. She shivered, squinching her eyes tight against the increase of sensation.
"Don't wiggle around so much."
"You're hurting me!" she whispered.
Bobby's finger was knuckle-deep and still her cherry held firm. She was panting hotly against his left cheek, wishing to God it would be over. It was growing worse and worse now, her ass bucking back while her heels beat against the ground. Then the pain stopped suddenly. She could feel him pulling his finger out. He lay it on the ground next to her shoulder, wiping his hand on the grass. There was blood all over his knuckles. She watched it drying in the sun. A trickle of something hot trickled down her ass.
She was bleeding. She could feel it. Bobby rested his hot body onto hers. She could feel his rubber-sheathed cock pushing into her cunt. He kissed her tits, biting the nipples while sliding down a little to penetrate her. Dappled light filtered through the eucalyptus tree's leaves overhead. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was bone dry. She licked her lips and Bobby kissed her. His cock gouged slickly down her cuntal crack, the domed head pressing against what was left of her cherry. She felt his knees pressing against hers as he angled up for a final penetration. Biting her lower lip, Patty held her breath, waiting for it. She could feel him lunging down hard, his cock fucking her all the way. She could feel the fleshy dome splitting her cherry, sliding down deep. Patty wriggled her slim ass, catching her body on the stabbing prick as Bobby worked it deeper. She could feel a kind of hurt around the rubbery, taut edges of her cunt. But she wasn't thinking about the pain any more.
"Ooooo, it's so ... so weird!"
Patty stopped her thoughts for a moment, concentrating on the hot, filled feeling taking over her pussy and belly. She wrinkled up her forehead, feeling that hot, hard thing rummaging around in her body. It was so strange feeling something like that inside her going deeper. She instinctively spread her thighs a little farther apart, her cuntlips stretching thin from the pressure. She was completely blown away by the way her cuntal walls were being itchily stretched apart for Bobby's poking cock.
"Bobby ... oh God, it's like nothing in the world ... ooooooooh!"
"Beats ... beats the other stuff we've been doing," he stammered.
His front teeth cut gently at her chin. Opening her mouth hungrily, Patty begged silently for more. Their mouths trembled in the panting heat of the moment. She sucked hard at his tongue, never having kissed a boy like that. But now it seemed like the only way. She felt tender and weak and wild at the same time. Slowly, surely, she was learning how her body moved when she was being fucked like that. When she arched her spine and tilted her cuntal mound down, she could feel his cock gouging against the walls of her pussy. He grunted with pleasure, sliding his fingers down over her waist, cupping her asscheeks.
"Yes, yes...."
He was a little awkward, she thought, but still doing this kind of in the right way. He was all the way in her, his balls rubbing up against her cuntlips. She cried and bit at his lips, babbling something that made no sense.
"Oh yeah, Patty, yeah...."
Patty tried looping her legs over the back of her new lover. But she couldn't move her body as much that way. It seemed best when she put her feet flat on the ground, bending her knees and keeping them wide apart. She could wiggle around and tilt her hips, bucking them up and down from the grass. She bit her lip again and concentrated on the control of the strange muscles inside her cunt. She had never imagined she could make them contract, milk that rigid prick. In a second she found she could. She tried it again until at last he gave her a funny look.
"How do you do that, Patty? Oh God, how?"
"Does it feel good?"
"God!"
He pulled himself back, his cock nearly all the way out of her cunt. She could feel the ridged, spongy tip just inside the ring of her muscles. She bore down on him, tightened with all her might. Bobby's face went slack and he closed his eyes. Patty smiled with pride as she worked her slim ass around and around and made her cuntal walls caress the taut rubber skin over his cockhead.
That teasing friction got to the boy fast. He rubbed his chest against her tits and started pumping his cock deep again. She felt his hipbones grinding against hers, felt the hilt of his shaft tight against her flattened cuntlips. Patty was conscious of the hard ground under her, the heavy man above. She felt crushed and helpless and good. She touched Bobby's hunching smooth ass and felt him suck air and start to move differently as she patted him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager in his lovemaking. She hugged her thin arms around his neck and rolled her ass from left to right.
"Oh, how does it feel to you, Bobby?" she whispered in one ear.
"You're so tight ... so damned hot and tight. It feels ... uhhhhh, feels so good...."
His Adam's apple worked up and down as he dragged his cock out of her cunt. Patty felt her insides being tugged out along with it. She could feel her cuntal walls grabbing and sucking in around the hollows and behind the ridged, swollen tip. Then with just his cockhead touching her outer cuntlips, Bobby pushed in again. When she felt his body pressing hard against her cuntal mound Patty squirmed herself down even harder. In a moment he was growling, driving hard into her cunt. Her pussy muscles spasmed, sucking at the invading monster. She knew Bobby was going to cum.
"Can't wait ... damn, gonna...."
"Ohhhhh, wait for me, wait!"
"Patty, damn!"
He fucked her faster instead of slower. He kissed her roughly, peeling her lips back over her teeth, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit glowed while more floods of juice oozed to soothe the friction of the fucking flesh. She bounced her ass off the ground, fucking hard against Bobby's movements.
He squirmed helplessly on top of her. His face was white and twisted. She felt the steady pulsing of his cock as his body tried to unload the boiling cum in his balls. She cramped her pussy muscles, cutting him off in the middle of his climax. Prancing her ass wildly, she watched Bobby's lips almost turn purple while the veins in his forehead throbbed.
She was starting to cum now, feeling the rushing hot tickles that maddened the ruby bulge of her clit. Digging the air with her feet, she felt him raping his prick all the way in, grunting and stabbing her like a maniac. Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers as the final ebbs of her climax took her away from the small park.
When it was over Bobby lay atop her for a while, kissing her lightly on the neck. She knew they would be a mess. She knew she was changed forever. And what a wonderful time she had during it all! Fucking. It had to be the best, finest thing in the whole wide world.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amanda paced the kitchen. Mike was in the backyard. He had done about everything she had wanted him to in the first place. He stood there under the elm with his hands on his hips, sweating through his white cotton T-shirt, staring into the kitchen window.
Amanda trembled, wringing her fingers and debating what to do. Having Mike around was so complicated. Perhaps it would be better just to pay him and send him on his way to someone more his age.
The thought soured on her mind as she opened the kitchen door and stepped outside. She could feel Mike's burning eyes settle on her. The touch of his gaze was enough to make her blood boil.
"That's lovely. It's so nice. Thank you," she said, barely able to keep her voice steady.
"Any time."
He wiped his hands on his sides, striding up to her slowly, his mouth curling up in a wide grin. She could see those perfect white teeth while his chest rippled under the damp T-shirt. Amanda felt her knees weakening as she turned and looked at the neighbors' roofs. Surely she was mature enough to cut this off before it got too complex.
"I want to fuck you bad, Mrs. Foster. Or do you want me to call you Amanda?"
"Please, not here."
"Sure, not here. I think your neighbors would talk if they saw the two of us poking away here on the porch steps," he said with a laugh.
"That's not what I mean," she snapped. "I think ... I think that maybe we should ... well, not see one another. At least, in that way."
Mike's face darkened. He inhaled sharply, his cheeks puffing out as he let out a long breath.
"So, the lady gets her jollies from taking on the handyman once, then throws him away, right?"
It sounded so dirty, so unclean. Amanda shook her head, feeling herself drifting away from what she really wanted to do.
"No, that's not it! Please, I just don't want things going on when my children are so close ... I don't know what to do," she confessed honestly.
Mike shrugged his big shoulders, looking around, then leaning up against the pole. She could feel his breath against her face. Drawing back, feeling her cunt buckle from excitement, Amanda tried to ignore the drop of pussy juice oozing down her inner thigh. If he knew, if he even guessed just how aroused she was now he would drag her into the kitchen and rape her on the spot.
"Nobody never said I couldn't be discreet, especially when I've got a hot lady like you around. Come on, Amanda. You want to get fucked, don't you?"
"Don't talk like that," she said, her eyes darting around to make sure the neighbors weren't leaning over the fence listening.
"You like it, don't you? You like it when I tell you how it feels sticking my cock in you. You practically went nuts when I was biting your nipples while feeling your pussy. And shit, when I started sticking my tongue up your cunt ... Christ! I'm gettin' hard just thinking about the way you jerked your damned ass around!"
"I'm not going to listen to any more. You'll just make a mess of my life, and it's pretty messy the way it is right now," she said, turning and walking briskly into her kitchen.
"Oh, no you don't, lady. You're not going to get away from me that easily. Nobody does."
"Please, let go of me."
She whispered the plea as he took her in his arms in the kitchen. If only his arms didn't feel so good, bands of hot steel around her while his knees were pressing hers apart. His hands were crawling all over her body, cupping her ass, working the asscheeks against one another while he hunched up against the hot, itchy spot between her legs.
She could feel her nipples pushing up from their wrinkly areolas while her clit was starting to stiffen, rising from the soft moist pink flesh that throbbed and glowed like burning gasoline. He kissed her softly on the chin, then moved his lips up until he was tonguing her. They were going to fuck.
Amanda heard the large clock in the living room ticking as she lead Mike down the corridor, feeling all the while she should still push him away and bolt the bedroom door behind him. She still felt that way when he started pulling off her dress gently, kissing her naked slender shoulders, promising her he was going to show her something different this time around.
"Oh, Mike, I don't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, her head spinning around and around as she felt his hot hands pushing her dress off, his fingers slipping under the straps of her loosening bra.
Her heart pounded terribly while she felt the hot seep of her cuntal juices. The hunger inside her was growing more and more, spinning around like a whirling golden ball. Amanda tightened her fingers against one another as Mike stopped at her panties, pushing her gently back on the bed until she was sitting on it.
He unfastened his jeans, pushing them down to his knees and loosening his shorts. His cock bobbed up, hot and ready, thick and long, inches from her eyes.
Amanda didn't have to be told what to do when she felt his fingers slide around the back of her skull. He brought her forward, his cock brushing up against her nose. Amanda tilted up her chin, opening her mouth and feeling his cock slipping over her lips. He pulled her forward until her mouth was pressed against his groin, his cock throbbing up against her eyes. She could feel the power of the man, his cock throbbing up and down, his balls resting against her chin. His fingers curled into her soft blonde hair, pulling her back for a moment.
"Suck it."
The command was so simple, so overwhelming. Opening her mouth, she parted her full lips as the bloated head rested for a moment, then slipped in. Amanda groaned, feeling the warmth of his cockknob resting on the tip of her tongue for a moment. She did nothing, sitting there quietly, feeling her cunt steaming and growing taut while the young handyman pushed in. She started wriggling her tongue slowly back and forth, seeing immediately that Mike liked that sensation.
He bent his knees slightly, his fingers tightening around the back of her skull just behind her ears. His cock jerked around inside her mouth, more jizz oozing from the tiny slit at the tip and coating her throat. Amanda swallowed, then swallowed again, coating her mouth with the slimy stuff. Mike was giving her tiny jabs, drawing his cock nearly all the way out, then pushing it back in a little deeper than before, rocking his hips from side to side.
She liked the feel of his cock, liked the way it fit into her mouth while she wiggled her tongue against the sensitive underside. Amanda could feel those blue rope-like veins wriggling against her lips as the young stud pushed down past her tonsils. In a moment she could feel that hot cockhead brushing against the back of her throat. She moaned, patting Mike on his thighs, signaling him he had gone far enough.
Mike paused, drawing his cock out once more, watching her lips pout outward from the withdrawing pressure. He stopped midway, then shoved in, his hands tightening so much Amanda thought he might crush her skull. She moaned, signaling him again he had pushed in deeply enough. But Mike still shoved down and in, throating her, pushing his meat in until his groin was flat against her nose.
Amanda panicked, unable to catch her breath. She flattened her palms against his thighs, pushing wildly while trying to twist her head around to open her air passage. Mike was growling and groaning, working his hips from side to side while pillowing his balls up against her chin. Amanda could feel his prick way down her throat until she thought he might try to stab it into her belly. She fought harder, making moaning, strangling sounds while Mike kept his cock buried down her throat.
Reluctantly he started pulling back slowly. The woman sighed with relief. She was starting to see stars when she felt his cock sliding out over her tongue. Amanda leaned forward, gasping for breath as the young stud pulled his prick all the way from her mouth. Strings of drool oozed from the frothy corners of her mouth. In a moment she felt the hefty weight of his cock on her lower lip once more while his fingers massaged the tense little muscles in the back of her neck. Amanda sighed happily.
"You like that, don't you? You really dig suckin' cock."
"I like sucking your cock," she corrected, wiping her lips with the back of one hand.
"Get back in bed."
Mike finished undressing, his cock glistening with a coat of her spit. Mike crawled onto the bed.
Mike dropped his head, lapping her thighs with his wonderful long tongue. Amanda shivered, wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress while kicking her legs up and down. She half-laughed, half-cried, jerking her head from side to side, strands of blonde hair whipping over her flushed face. She could hardly breathe. That mouth, that wonderful swarmy, hot, slick mouth pressed up against her cunt was too much for her to stand.
Amanda let out another cry, arching her spine as she pushed her head back into the pillow. Mike slurped up into her pussy, his tongue fucking her like a cock, his moustache tickling her bloated, sensitive inner cuntlips while his fingers held her wide open. She loved being held open that way, the secret dark pink hollows and lumps of her cunt being exposed to his mouth while her clit throbbed crazily under his tonguing attacks.
Amanda shifted her ass from side to side, the top sheet gathering in wrinkles under her ass while Mike ate into her. Letting out a shivery moan, Amanda raised her ass, wagging it back and forth, feeling the tight sphincter winking shut instinctively as that wonderful tongue fucked long and deep into her.
"Uh ... huhhhhh!"
Her broken cries echoed through the large bedroom, sending chills down her spine and Mike's. She could feel the hot chilly heat growing more and more, her cunt winking shut while that wonderful mouth was doing such things to her cunt. That was when Mike stopped, pulling back while gently stroking her pussy. Amanda blinked her eyes clear. Why had he stopped? She looked at his cock, long and thick, the blue veins looking as if they were about to explode through the taut pink flesh.
"Oh God, please, please, fuck me!" Amanda whimpered, rolling her hips pleadingly up.
"Man, you drive me nuts when I hear you beggin' for it," Mike confessed.
Amanda wailed, feeling his fingers gripping her around the thighs and rolling her over. What was he doing? He had her on her belly now, his fingers still hooked around her hipbones. Then he was drawing her up to a crouching position, her knees spread apart, her ass hanging there in the air while her cunt ached for the touch of his mouth.
Amanda could feel his lips pressing against her asscheek, could feel his tongue licking up and down, wetting her asscheeks while his fingers searched along her sweaty asscrack until they found her cunt. At the same time he brushed her asshole with his thumbs, caressing the wrinkled flesh until Amanda started to grunt with approval. The woman wriggled her ass approvingly at the same time she felt him drawing back.
"Oh, fuck me, please fuck me, Mike! God in heaven, I think I'm going to die if you don't fuck me now!" she pleaded once more, feeling her tits pulling down on her upper chest while the nipples scraped the sheets.
She felt him drawing back, felt his fingers tightening around her hipbones. Then he plunged forward, his cock ripping through her cunt, squishing through the tightly packed pussy muscles until he was all the way in her. Amanda let out a cry, her knees having left the bed for a moment while her mind shattered with the sensation of being fucked all the way. He knew what she liked and left his cock buried to the hilt, moving his fingers along her body and feeling her thighs, her chest, her tits.
It was when he started pinching her nipples lightly, rolling them around and around like peas, that Amanda felt her cunt nearly explode. It was so deliciously good feeling him in her, his body draped over her, his cock jerking around inside her while his balls brushed lightly over her cuntlips.
"Oh yeah, Amanda, Christ, you're so damned good and hot and tight in there ... just like some teenager," he panted in one ear, kissing her lightly between her jutting shoulder blades.
"Ohhhhh, really? Oh God, Mike, when you touch me this way, kiss me, I think I'm going to die!"
Amanda could hardly shape the words in her mouth. It was all she could do to breathe. He pulled out slowly, rocking his hips so she could feel his prick reaming her out. Gouts of juice trickled down the backs of her shivering thighs while his fingers still tweaked and pinched her long, stiff nipples. Amanda dipped and plunged her ass while Mike paused halfway, reaching around with one hand and tracing the outline of her swollen cuntlips. Amanda shuddered, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel her cuntal muscles clamping, cinching down on his cock, milking it while he pulled back a little more.
"Christ! That's something else! Man, I can hardly move my ... uhhhh, my cock!"
"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck...."
Amanda could only swear, bobbing her ass up and down while her tits jiggled around. She was going wild now, her mind quickly becoming a blank as Mike stabbed back into her, his fingers drawing long red marks along her sides. Again and again he fucked her, pounding deeper and deeper it seemed until the woman wondered if his cock were going to come out of her mouth. She heard him grunting behind her while sweat dripped from his chin onto her lower back. Amanda curled her spine around, cinching her cunt down again around his cock and trapping it midway in. Jerking her ass around in tight little circles she could hear Mike coming apart behind her as she milked his cock up to a cumming high.
"Christ, don't! Oh, man, you're gonna . , . gonna do it! Man, I'm gonna cum if you keep movin' that ass ... uhhhhhh!"
Mike was holding onto her tight while drilling his cock in in spite of the tightness of her pussy. He was determined to get in, surrendering to the male drive of pushing a cock in as far as it would go. Amanda let out a gasp, throwing her head up in the air as she felt her cuntal muscles catch fire. The flames licked out from her pussy, burning her clit, making the tiny organ shrivel while her thighs ridged with the rising excitement. Mike swore something, lunging forward and biting the nape of her neck. He was hammering her now, his thighs working madly against her jiggling white ass while his fingers pinched her tits mercilessly. Amanda cried, a white-hot fury burning through her cunt, then exploding into her belly.
Amanda couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans, her feverish squirming seemed to set Mike off into yet a wilder frenzy. He made strange sounds behind her, his cock unloading gout after gout of cum until she thought she was going to blow to pieces. Keening whimpers came from her tightened throat as she tossed under the big handyman, her body shivering through yet another climax while the big stud held her down to the bed.
When it was over, Amanda shook the hair from her eyes, finding herself flat and facedown on the bed. Mike had pulled his cock from her slackening cunt and was lying down next to her, smoothing his fingers over her ass while kissing her shoulder. Amanda smiled, grateful for yet another release.
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't see anything wrong with fucking. I don't think you should either."
"But ... I mean, if people find out, your reputation's had it."
Susan shrugged, brushing her hair with one hand while studying Amanda in the mirror. They were in Susan Farley's bedroom now, the class tramp, as so many of the girls liked to name her.
"Plenty of people have found out about me.
Oh, that's all right. You don't have to say anything," Susan said as Patty started to protest. "I know what the other girls say about me. Really, I don't play around that much at all. I went to bed with that snooty Betty Granger's boyfriend and she hasn't been right since, you know?" Susan tapped the side of her head with one finger. "I mean, she's sick. So, she started spreading rumors around that I was fucking everybody in school. I'll say one thing. It sure's given me a whole lot of dates. Good thing my folks are out of town a lot or they'd hear about it."
Patty wondered if it had been such a hot idea coming here. She had looked nervously all around, making sure none of the kids were around when she walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Even Susan was surprised. Not too many girls came over lately. Patty felt she was visiting the town leper as she stepped into the spacious mansion, following Susan up to her room. It was only four o'clock, and yet Susan was wearing a flimsy light blue nightgown. Was she expecting someone? The girl blushed at the thought.
"But I mean, doing it all the time with guys has gotta hurt something, doesn't it?"
Susan put down her brush, laughing with impatience.
"Are you kidding? Where do you come from? A girl's gotta be careful, but it's the best thing in the world, right? I mean, somebody didn't force you into getting fucked, right?"
"Well, no, not exactly," she said, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks flush.
"Hey, you don't have to feel embarrassed around me. This is Susan, right? You wanted to see somebody with experience, right, and you didn't want to talk to your mom, right?"
There was an edge of bitterness in her voice. Patty looked up and saw that Susan had stopped brushing her hair. She was such a beautiful girl-tall, remarkably full tits that showed well under the light nightgown clinging to her body. She worked out all the time, mostly alone because the girls thought she was nothing more than a slut.
"Well, yeah ... I mean, I'm kind of afraid. I've only done it once ... once all the way. I don't want Bobby to get the idea I'm...."
Her words died on her lips. She was accusing Susan, she knew, of being a whore, and doing it right in the girl's own house. How could she be so rash?
"Like me, right?"
Susan smiled bitterly, putting down the brush and leaning back on the table. Her gown had fallen open a little, the edges clinging to the stiff red nipples while parts of her white belly were visible. Patty felt awfully uncomfortable. She had come here uninvited, talking about such sensitive things to a near stranger. It had been a mistake. She would leave right now and let Susan get on with her life.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I ... uh, think I'd better go home and help my mom make dinner."
"Baking cookies? Sweet. No, sit down. You wanted to know about fucking, so I'm going to tell you," Susan said sharply. "You want it more, don't you? Yeah, I can tell by that hungry look in your eyes. Most of you goody two-shoes want to fuck all the time, just like me. But you're too damned afraid. Oh, I'll bet you talked about me all the time behind my back ... just like the other girls."
"No! That's not true, Susan. I swear, I never said a word about you."
That was correct. Even though she didn't appreciate what Susan was doing around the school, she felt everything was the girl's business.
"Well, that's refreshing!" Susan said with a sigh, believing her. "Anyway, you came over for some info. And I'm obligated to give it to you."
"But...."
"Fuck all you want to. You won't get sick, you won't have hair growing out of your palms, you won't go crazy. Just be a little more discreet about it and you'll get away with anything. And," Susan added with a sly grin, purposely opening her gown a little more, "experiment."
"Experiment?"
"Yeah, you know, try it different ways, with different people. You know, doing it the same old way's gotta be a drag. Just like anything else, fucking's gonna get old unless you play around, experiment."
Patty swallowed hard. Susan opened her gown all the way, completely exposing her beautiful naked body. She had seen girls naked before, of course, but not in this context. The girl's cunt was covered with a thick sheen of black hair while her full tits rested like well-formed pendulums on her upper chest. Patty thought she could hear the teen's breathing become shallow, uneven as she stared at her. She got up, wanting to bolt from the room.
"It's been real interesting talking to you, Susan, but like I said before, I gotta go...."
"Like I said, you have to experiment. Why don't we try one of those experiments right now?"
Susan gulped.
"Now?"
"Oh, you know, just fooling around like real good friends do sometimes," Susan said, shrugging off her gown.
Patty was shocked. The girl was obviously aroused. Her nipples were long and red while juice was starting to bubble out from her cuntal crack. Patty felt her cheeks burn while her throat tightened. Susan laughed lightly, letting the gown puddle around her ankles.
"I like you. You're one of the few girls around her who don't ... you know, judge me all the time," Susan began rising from her vanity chair.
Patty stepped back, one hand fluttering to her throat. Susan stopped in the middle of the floor and pirouetted prettily around, showing off her tight rounded ass, her full figure, her big tits and flared thighs.
"Now, you see why some boys like me? You've got a nice figure too. Why don't you show it to me?"
The question was bold. Patty shook her head, swallowing hard a second time. She really had to be going. Her mother would kill her if she came home late. Susan laughed again, walking up to her, her gray-green eyes hypnotizing the young teen. In a moment Susan was in front of her, staring at her, one hand pushed out against her. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, feeling a strange new sensation racing through her blood. Before she could move away she felt the gentle touch of the girl's delicate fingers sliding under her dress, caressing her naked legs.
"No panties? What were you thinking of when you came over here? Did you expect to see me fucking? Did you think I would have a couple of guys sitting in the closet just waiting for you?"
Susan laughed lightly again, that lilting, musical laugh that was so infectious. Patty groaned, feeling her cunt tighten and twitch.
"It's all right. I'll take care of it. Don't move, don't move a single muscle. You won't have to if you don't want to," Susan whispered.
"No, please, don't...."
Patty felt she was wading into dangerous waters. She wanted to run. But she couldn't help but love the gentle touch against her hot cuntlips. Susan was tightening her hold on Patty, using her fingertips lightly like rubbing pads. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, unlike Bobby's rough, hurried fucking. In spite of herself, Patty felt her clit edging to the surface. As Susan's fingers discovered the stiffening bud, she stroked it lightly with a touch like a feather's.
"Oooooh, good, so good."
Patty was whispering this over and over again, leaning heavily against the girl's body. Her head fell onto the naked shoulders while she spread her legs to give those wonderful stroking fingers more room. The girl's tender pussylips trembled under Susan's touch until she began to wonder why she had wanted to leave the house in the first place;
"This can't be right. It just can't be," Patty whispered.
"Maybe not all the time. But like I said, it's time to experiment, right?"
"I ... I don't know."
If the touch of Susan's lips hadn't been so gentle she would have drawn away. Instead she relaxed and let those wonderfully soft lips slip over her mouth. Patty found herself hunching back and forth, her ass tightening while she rose on tiptoes and started kissing back.
"That's it, that's it. Come on, Patty, come on to my bed."
Patty didn't know half of what she was doing. Things were going on so quickly. She felt her dress slip off and float to the floor. Naked, she rolled onto the bed. Patty lay down quietly, looking up quizzically at Susan, wondering what she was supposed to do next. Susan said nothing, kneeling down and sliding up until her cunt was nearly pressed against the startled Patty's face. When the blonde started to roll away Susan gripped her, showing surprising strength.
"Lick me. Lick me and suck me! That's the least you could do to pay me back for the information I gave you," Susan demanded.
"No!"
Patty fought back. But it was too late. She looked at those red cuntlips, now all too visible under the thick black bush of pussy hairs. They looked so big, so ... so evil. She felt her head being jerked forward, her face fitted between Susan's thighs. She froze, holding her breath while Susan held her tightly in place. Oh, how hot that pussy was! The girl's black cunthairs were so soft, much softer than they had looked earlier. Instinctively Patty flicked out her tongue and licked up the slit between Susan's cuntlips.
A second lick softened the grip around her head. A third made Susan shiver, her fingers caressing the sides of Patty's skull. In another moment Patty found her hands caressing the girl's full ass, her fingers sinking into the warm resilient flesh as she kept licking into the girl's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The moan made Patty shiver. She was bringing pleasure to this girl, the town tramp, a girl the other girls instinctively shied from. Patty drew her tongue up and down the jagged wet slot until Susan sounded as if she were going to come apart. The brunette stayed there in that position for a while, tickling Patty's ears, hunching into her mouth, then drawing her cunt away. In a moment she was kneeling down in front of the blonde, turning around until they were lying side by side. Looking up, Patty found herself staring right at Susan's cunt. They were in a sixty-nine position. Slowly the black-haired cunt came down to within licking distance. Patty liked that idea. She felt herself burning up, reeling around and around drunkenly. Just as the red slit spread opened above her she could feel a hot tongue being slipped gently into her cunt. It pushed carefully in, easing past the tense, eager lips.
Patty's knees jerked up, then slowly lowered back to the bed once more. Susan blew her hot breath through Patty's blonde cuntal thicket, tickling her thighs at the same time with her fingers. And then gently, softly, the girl felt Susan fit her mouth onto her sweet cunt and start to suck.
Patty let out a soft sigh, her thighs ridging and trembling with the touch of that tongue and mouth slipping into her pussy. Susan used her fingers to pull those tender cuntlips apart. Inside that red-hot slit Susan ran her tongue, flicking it rapidly in and out, in and out until the clit was fully erect. Patty gasped, her eyes rounding, her nostrils flaring. Susan lowered her cunt a little more, rubbing it against Patty's nose.
With a daring move Patty reached up and curled her fingers around Susan's thighs. Arching her head up, Patty licked the throbbing surface of the girl's cunt, then stuck in her tongue as hard and far as she could. Susan let out a cry, her body trembling and shaking while she pushed down with all her might. Patty knew her touch was driving the brunette wild. Her hips pushed down onto her face, hunching wildly, trying to get more hot, wriggling tongue up her aching cunt.
Susan buried her face frantically in the blonde bush of Patty's pussy. She was working her tongue around and around in the blonde's cunt, her hands massaging and kneading the girl's ass.
Patty remembered what Susan had said-be daring. She drew one hand around Susan's hips, moving it down until her fingers were tracing along the hot sweaty crack between the girl's white asscheeks. Susan let out a sharp cry when Patty moved one fingertip up to the girl's asshole. She prickled at the wrinkled flesh, pushing in her finger when she heard Susan sound as if she were being stabbed.
As Patty wriggled her finger in the tight hole of Susan's ass, she felt her spread cuntlips being tongued again. A hot, slippery mouth opened wide, the lips pressing hard into her cunt. Susan's head bore down, shoving tighter and tighter against her cunt. Patty felt the sucking mouth working on her pussy, pulling the tingly flesh in gentle tugs until it was like having a cock sliding in and out.
"Yes, fuck it out! Oh yes, fuck it out for me Patty!" Susan cried.
Patty tried to oblige her newly found friend sticking her tongue in and out as fast as she could while pushing her finger into the tight contracting hole. Susan responded by doing the same thing, fucking the young blonde with her tongue while caressing her ass with both hands. Susan soon became nearly violent, hunching her ass in circles while pushing down.
Patty pressed her finger in farther and farther until she had it buried up to the second joint. Susan let out a growl, her vocal vibrations rippling through Patty's cunt. The blonde teen let out another cry, feeling her pussy walls vibrating like a struck drum membrane. Her soft tingly thighs closed in around Susan's head, trapping it there while she rubbed her feet back and forth against the sheets.
Keeping one finger up Susan's ass, Patty shoved her to one side, rolling over completely and getting on top. As soon as they were in position and she started hunching down, pushing her tight little pussy into the girl's mouth. She could feel Susan's tongue shoving up and holding rigid. Straddling the girl's head, Patty worked her ass around in a series of short, quick hunches. She learned just how far she could pull up without letting that wonderful tongue pull out.
Patty felt Susan writhe and twist under her. Determined to stay on top, the girl tightened her grip and kept shoving down on the brunette's face in hard, short strokes. She felt as if she were doing all the fucking, fucking herself and fucking Susan at the same time. Her mind whirled around and around until the first of the spasms hit her cunt. She felt Susan hunching wildly as if she were going out of control. Patty wiggled her finger deep inside the tight ass and kept her tongue mashing down onto the struggling clit.
Susan loved it. She felt the wild spasms shake over her. From mouth to cunt they swept, making her hunch wildly and suck desperately. Patty felt the spasms hit Susan's cunt, then suddenly forgot everything but the explosion rippling down through her own tight pussy. Her clit popped into the brunette's sucking mouth and vibrated against the licking tongue. Then Patty came in a rush as violent as any she had felt that time with Bobby. She gripped tightly onto Susan and held her in place as she hunched her dripping cunt onto that stiff, fucking tongue.
When it was finally over, Patty collapsed and lay cradled in the brunette's arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amanda had never felt happier in her life. She had two men, although each of them, of course, didn't know about the other. She had decided she wouldn't tell Mike to leave her life. He was so good to her, and so good in bed. Now watching her daughter leaving on another date with Bobby she wondered about her son. "Mom?"
Amanda shivered, rubbing her forefingers up and down her upper arms. It was funny how her son's voice could make her feel this way. She watched the red tail lights disappear around the corner, hearing her son enter the living room. They were alone, just as she had planned it.
Brian's body was glistening from a hot shower. A white towel clung around his narrow waist. Amanda bit her lower lip. She wanted him so much. She was trembling, her long fingers icy and shivering as she stood there feeling faint with desire. Brian grinned, passing one hand over his flushed face and sauntering up to her. She could see the heavy swing of his cock and balls under the towel.
"Damn it, I'm so fuckin' horny, Mom. I've been thinkin about you all day while Patty was yakkin' around here."
Amanda passed one hand over her face while feeling her cunt start to swell open. She leaned heavily against one end of the couch, her knees trembling against one another. Brian was grinning more broadly at her, dropping one hand to the bulge in the center of the towel.
She looked into his eyes, feeling her body melting. She felt more juices seeping from her cunt, wetting down her pussy hairs. Brian walked over to her, his towel slipping from his waist.
She could see the cloth sliding down, revealing the groove separating his thighs from his lower torso. His nipples were erect while his massive chest rose and fell with each breath he took. He grabbed her gently but firmly around her elbows and drew her closer. She was drawn to her son, feeling her tits pillowing out against his chest while he bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Feeling her thighs warming against his, Amanda groaned again into that wonderful sucking mouth, feeling her son's hands kneading her asscheeks against one another. He spread her legs apart with his knees while kissing her deep. She could feel his cockmeat rubbing up against her dress.
He took one of her hands, bringing it down and forcing her fingers up against his cock. She could feel it, feeling the heat nearly burning her fingers. He was hot, hotter than he had ever been. She shivered, pulling away from the kiss, wanting to do something more for her son.
Slowly Amanda knelt to the floor, her fingers trembling along his naked thighs. She could hear him hissing in breaths as she gently licked her tongue along his smooth, flat belly. When she reached his crotch she felt the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. Cradling his balls, Amanda opened her mouth into a broad O, resting his cockhead on her lower lip, then pushing her head forward until she could feel his prick sliding over the top of her curling tongue.
"Oh yeah, Mom, suck it, suck my dick down! Man, take that mother all the way down your throat!"
Amanda flicked her tongue over and around her son's cock, tasting more and more cum oozing from the slit and washing around her throat. She could feel her cheeks puffing out from the bulk of cockmeat in her mouth while his balls started to pillow against her chin. Amanda sucked hard, cupping one hand around his balls and starting to roll them against one another as she sucked down until her nose flattened against her son's belly.
She could hear Brian above her, could feel his fingers passing through her hair while she drew back once more, wriggling her tongue back and forth against the underside tube through which his cum would soon shoot. She could feel the throbbing of his prick against her puckered lips, and she shivered. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her cunt ached for the feel of his cock rodding through her cunt.
"Mom ... God! You keep doin' that and I'm gonna shoot right down your throat!"
Amanda slowed down her sucking, slowly drawing back until just the bloated head remained in her mouth. She could feel the satiny skin of his cockhead with her tongue.
Amanda pulled back, wiping her mouth as she looked up at him as if he were a god. Reaching down, he pulled his mother up from the floor, gathering her up in his arms and leading her from the living room back to her bedroom. They turned into the bedroom, Brian closing and locking the door behind her.
Brian looked wonderful standing there naked, his cock sticking straight out from his groin, glistening with her spittle. He came up to her, caressing her shoulders, slipping her cotton house dress off.
Amanda sank onto the bed, crawling back while her cunt burned more and more just thinking about what her son was going to do with her. She felt the bed sagging under her ass as Brian crawled forward, his cock swaying softly from side to side, his balls pulled up against his scrotum. Amanda let out a soft little sigh, then fell back onto the bed, expecting her son's tongue to start licking up into her slit.
She wasn't disappointed. In a moment Amanda could feel his mouth around her toes, sucking them while his fingers massaged her tense calves. He was starting out slowly purposely, teasing her while moving his mouth up toward her thighs. Amanda closed her eyes tightly, bringing her hands up to her tits and cupping them hard while trying to jerk her knees up.
Brian kept her from moving too much, holding down her legs and keeping them apart while trickling his tongue farther and farther up toward her cunt. When he reached the sensitive spots just above her knees, he pushed her legs up, bending the knees back, back until they were nearly even with her tits. Amanda could feel the resulting strain pulling open her cunt. She groaned as his tongue trickled along the blood-engorged red flesh, pushing in, then pulling out, barely touching the tip of her clit.
Amanda growled through clenched teeth, feeling his tongue slip back a little farther until it was touching her shitter. She remembered how her pussy throbbed in time with her asshole when she came so hard with Brian before. It would happen again. He was getting her shitter ready, working on it, making the nerves around there stand up and sing while he rolled her legs back a few more inches.
He was doing it, fucking her asshole with his tongue, pushing it in while spreading her asscheeks slowly apart. He was raping her with his mouth, his moustache tickling across her pussy until Amanda thought she would die. Rocking her ass from left to right, she felt the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another.
His fingers played with her ass, squeezing into the white taut flesh while his tongue flicked in and out of her asshole. Looking around her raised knees she could see Brian's fingers jerking up and down on his cockmeat. He was beating off, getting himself worked up while he ate out his mother's ass.
It was too much for Amanda. She shut her eyes and rolled her ass more frantically, feeling the juice frothing from her cunt and running down her asscrack. She was going to beg him to fuck her when she felt his cock in her asscrack, sliding closer to her cunt. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Amanda shook the loose hair from her eyes, waiting for that feeling of the bloated cockhead pushing past her cuntlips and into her hole.
But it didn't happen. Amanda's eyes flickered open while her jaw slackened. His cock was moving down toward her asshole. In a flash of thrilling realization Amanda knew her son was going to fuck her in the ass. She kicked her legs down, pushing her palms against his chest.
"No, Brian! Don't! Please, let me get back down! No, Brian!"
But he held firm, shaking the sweat from his face. He towered over her, his cock jabbing against the puckered flesh of her shitter. Amanda panicked, pushing away with all her strength. But she was too weak and her son too determined to ass-fuck her. The woman sobbed, tossing her head from side to side as she felt her son settle more firmly atop her body.
"Oh yeah, Mom! Yeah, it's gonna feel real good havin' my prick in your ass!"
"No!"
Amanda felt his belly resting against hers, his cock dragging along until it was close, oh so very, very close to her shitter. Her cunt winked open and snapped shut, the tingling muscles engorged with blood and distended while more and more cuntjuice flooded out like melted butter.
She screamed, arching her spine and pushing her head back when she felt his cockhead come to rest on her asshole. There was a moment when she thought her son was having second thoughts.
"No! Ahhhhhh!"
Amanda felt it, felt his cock shove hard down against her shithole. She beat the balls of her feet against her son's lower back, squirming away from that invading cock.
"Hey, Mom, come on, it's something new. Bet you'll really like it," Brian panted, holding her down and trying to jab his cock into her ass.
He spun her around on the bed, rolling her onto her belly, then pressing his fingers down firmly on her shoulder blades to keep her quiet for the moment. She could feel it, feel the drag of his hot stiff cock rubbing against the rounded tops of her asscheeks. Amanda sobbed into the pillow, her fingers digging into the soft case while her cunt rubbed teasingly against the wrinkled sheet under her. When she felt him pulling her up by the hips into a doggie position, Amanda knew what he was going to do. "Please, no!"
He had more control of her now, avoiding her slapping hands as he brought her ass up against his groin. His fingertips dug into her thighs while he moved his knees up until they pressed against the backs of her legs. Amanda's mouth opened, hot rushes of air escaping over her lips while the blonde hair curtained her flushed face. How her cunt throbbed, burned, ached for something to slip into it. And Brian wasn't thinking of that at all. He was holding her bent over, his cock rubbing up and down against her sweaty asscrack.
"Man, it's been a long time since I fucked anybody in a doggie position. It's a real turn-on," he whispered to himself, kissing his mother lightly between her jutting shoulders before bearing down.
She felt his prick wedge hard against her asshole, pushing in the wrinkled flesh and sending a bolt of pain rushing up her spine.
Amanda let out a little whimper, blinking away the tears as she tried to force herself to relax. Sucking in ragged gasps of air, Amanda let her spine curve down, her belly sagging slightly while her son readied himself for her ass-fuck.
She could feel his cockhead pushing in, spreading her shitter lips apart while it slipped down into her bowels. Amanda tossed her head from side to side, her fingertips clawing into the sagging mattress. Her ass muscles cramped while her sphincter cinched down painfully against the invading prick. Brian half bent over her back, kissing her down her back, licking all the bumps and hollows while shifting his crotch from left to right.
Reaching around one hip, he started stroking her cunt with one hand, his fingertips lightly brushing the juice-smeared hairs of her pussy while his thumb kept rubbing up and down over her clit. Amanda let out another sigh, this time one of delight as she felt her cunt snap shut on his probing fingers. Brian smiled, glad to see his mother was still aroused while his cock continued to press up against her asshole.
Amanda let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as Brian pushed in, feeling her asshole relax. It was strange, awful in a way and yet awesome to feel a cock pushing into her bowels. Her knees fell apart a little farther, her ass starting to sag toward the mattress. Brian hefted her back up, pushing down, down into her asshole. Instinctively the woman opened her mouth, licking her lips as if that motion somehow would relieve the terrible pressure in her ass.
Brian paused for a moment, gently slapping his mother's ass, then pushing in again, grunting all the while. After a moment her son let go of her hip, pushing his other hand around to her hanging tits. Amanda liked that, her asshole relaxing again as she felt fingers pinching her nipples. Squealing with delight, the woman rolled her ass around, starting to enjoy the slow intrusion of that wonderful cock pushing down into her bowels.
Brian fucked his mother's cunt with his fingers, pushing two, then three into the drooling, steamy hole while continuing to pinch her nipples. Amanda let out another long low moan, closing her eyes and pushing back for all she was worth. He stroked her clit while fingerfucking her, pushing his cock in all the way until Amanda could feel his balls pillowing against her ass. He was in her all the way, the heat of his fucking cock making her bowels kink and expand itchily.
"Ohhh, I've never felt ... felt anything like this before in my life!"
Amanda could hardly speak, her throat tightening while she thought her heart would crash right through her rib cage. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as she felt his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. Then she felt Brian pulling back, his cock tugging against her bowels while her asshole went into spasms. The reversed tugging sent the woman into spasms, her body shivering and shaking while her clit became bloated and red. She pushed her ass back at her son, wriggling it as he nearly withdrew, then shoved back in, swearing and cursing at her. He started repeating that action, fucking in and out again and again, increasing his speed while riding her down into the bed. His fingers were moving more frantically, more greedily around her cunt while his groin beat savagely against her shivering ass. Amanda felt herself floating from the bed, each forward fuck-thrust blanking her mind more and more until all she could think about was her son and his slick, hot cock and the way it was rummaging around in her ass.
"Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!"
"Aw, yeah, Mom, gonna ... unnnnhhhhh, gonna fuck it out! Gonna cum! Christ, yeah, my prick's burnin' up!" he groaned, resting his head against hers.
Amanda cried out as well, the sliding of his cock sending flashes of heat racing from her ravaged asshole to her cunt. She screamed, feeling Brian's body shuddering on top of hers. In another second she sensed the hot splashes of cum spattering against her bowel lining. He was cumming, his fat, low-hanging balls pumping in squirts of his cum while his fingers stuck into her cunt. It was more than she could take.
Brian kissed her on the back of her neck, licking her and growing more and more slack in his movements while his hands caressed her body. How much life had turned around, Amanda thought, sinking to the bed with a sigh. Now, the son was teaching the mother. And what a teacher he was!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Patty was concerned about her brother, about the uneasy feelings he had stirred up in her. Fucking with Bobby was one thing. Doing that with her brother was another. All through school that day the young teen thought of nothing but her brother. She pictured Brian in his bathing suit, shirtless outside in the back with some of his buddies playing catch with the softball.
Susan came up to her after school, leaning against the locker next to hers. Susan had been giving her fish-eyed looks this past week, and Patty had an idea why. She had enjoyed her time with the pretty, tall brunette, but enough was enough. She didn't want to make sleeping with someone like Susan a regular thing.
"I've got to go. I'm in a hurry," Patty said, feeling her pulse quicken with the lie. She couldn't look the teen in the face. Susan could spot an untruth quickly.
"You don't have to run like your panties are on fire," Susan countered, yawning and pretending to be slightly bored with her presence. "I thought I'd just come on over and let you know what's going on at your house."
"There's nothing going on at our place ... no more than at yours," Patty countered coolly, pleased at Susan's surprise.
"I didn't want to offend you," the girl said, recovering as Patty slammed her locker door. "But I thought you might be interested in what your mom's doing."
"My ... my mother?"
This was a new tack. She had been prepared for everything but this. She had been so wrapped up in her own problems and with her own thrills that Patty hadn't even considered Amanda having a life of her own, let alone a scandalous one.
"Uhhuh," Susan said, proud of her obvious scoop. She narrowed her eyes, turning around and resting against the row of lockers. "You know that guy who's been working around your yard?"
"Oh, him. You don't have to worry about him. I've been around every time he's been over there. Nothing's gone on. My mom doesn't even pay him any attention-"
"That's how much you know," Susan said, arching her thin eyebrows and smiling all the more. "My mom found out from your neighbor, Mrs. Franks. It seems your mom got carried away a couple of days ago and didn't pull down the shades. She saw her and that guy wrestling around against the wall before they fell down. And the real interesting thing was that they were naked."
"No! I don't believe you!"
Patty's mind raced wildly around, trying to remember every thing about that guy. His name was Mike something. All she knew was that he was from UCLA, really good looking, and he treated her like a kid whenever she was around. That was one thing Patty didn't like about him.
"Sure. Ask your neighbor. She's been keeping tabs on your mom. I think the only reason she hasn't told everybody's because she figures your mom would hole up and stop seeing him."
"I don't believe you," she repeated again, this time more softly.
"Besides," Susan said, rubbing up against Patty, sliding one hand around her waist while pushing the other under her shorts until it was touching her bare asscheeks, "Mrs. Franks probably sticks fingers up her cunt and jerks herself off while she watches your mom fuck that guy."
"No!"
Patty pulled away from Susan abruptly, nearly dropping her books. Susan said something, but Patty couldn't hear. She could only think of her mother and that man, topping her, sticking his cock into her, making Amanda jerk and jump with delight as much as she did when Bobby fucked her.
"Patty...."
Patty rushed down the steps, her long blonde hair flying out behind her. She blinked away her tears, not believing her mother could have a satisfying sex life any more. She was too old, too mature and settled to do anything, really. But the closer she ran to home the more she began to suspect that Susan was telling the truth. When she rounded the corner she stopped, catching her breath, hugging onto her books as she saw Mike standing in front of the house. He was rapping at the window and peering in, cupping his hands in front of his face. All the neighbors must be watching now. He might as well have stood naked on the front lawn and screamed out what he and her mother were doing behind those doors. She had to stop him.
Rushing forward, Patty nearly was hit by a car. Mike was standing there gaping at her, attracted by the sound of the squealing tires.
"Hi, your mom at home? I was supposed to finish up out back."
"There's nothing out back to finish ... oh well, come on in."
Patty had to get him out of the view of Mrs. Franks as well as the rest of the neighbors' sight. She opened the door, throwing her books carelessly on the hall table and wondering what she was supposed to do now. Was Susan telling the truth? It sounded as if she were earlier. But now here in the house, Patty wasn't all that certain. The thought of Mike and her mother fucking seemed almost ridiculous.
"What've you got to do back there anyway?" Patty asked, turning around and leaning against the sofa. She would try, she thought, to flirt with him. If he came on strong, then she would have a good idea if he were really a stud. Purposely the girl leaned back, her tits seeming to poke out more seductively than ever while her cunt tingled and grew warm and tight.
"Oh, just a few more things," Mike said, his interest in her obvious. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat while his breathing increased. Patty's heart sank. Susan was probably right. She started to move away from the couch, wondering if she should tell her brother about her suspicions or not when she felt Mike catch her by the right upper arm.
"What are you doing?"
He was grinning down at her, his fingers working over her flesh as he drew her closer. Patty guessed right away what was on his mind and struggled backward, her ass jiggling from the effort.
"You want it bad. I can see that in your eyes," he whispered, drawing her up to him.
Patty was horrified. First her mother, then her. She leaned her head back, her fingers clawing at his T-shirt while her feet kicked against his shins. Mike winced, but still held onto the teen.
In a moment she could tell he wasn't wearing any shorts. She could feel the hot bulge of his cock against her belly. He must have been expecting her mother to be hot to fuck him today. Patty tried wheeling around, screaming at him to let her go. But then Mike jerked her forward, his fingers tightening around her shoulders like vise clamps while he dropped his head down and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Patty felt his tongue piercing into her mouth, wriggling over hers while his body ground against her tits and belly. He was so big, so tall, so overwhelming. Bobby was impressive. But this man was more certain of himself, more mature, driving away all her doubts and fears with that one tonguing kiss. Patty moaned into his mouth, still beating her fists like cotton balls against his chest. But now she didn't mean it. And when Mike let the kiss trail off Patty found herself resting her cheek against one side of his face.
She breathed heavily, hard, feeling herself leaning against him as if she would fall. She felt her heart thudding wildly against her rib cage while his hands moved down, gathering up the hem of her dress and working in hot little circles until she felt his callused fingers sliding up under the leg bands of her panties. In another moment her briefs were down around her knees while his fingers were pressing into her ass, separating the taut pert little asscheeks, then sliding into her asscrack.
Patty moaned, her head falling back as she felt him pushing one finger up against her swelling cuntal mound. The touch of it, the sensation of that finger wriggling back and forth over her hot crack and then slipping in made the young blonde teen wriggle her ass more excitedly than ever. Hot tingly bolts of sexual electricity rushed through her pussy, making her jump up and down while her breath came in hot little gasps.
Mike laughed softly in one ear, flicking his tongue into the waxy canal while his hands were doing wonderful things to her ass and cunt. It was when she felt him pushing one finger into her shitter that the girl bucked her ass forward, letting out lusty little grunts.
"Not here. Upstairs," she whispered, knowing she would draw the blinds fast.
Mike nodded, rubbing her hand first against his crotch. She could feel it, feel that long thick cock throbbing against the warm damp material of his fly. Patty led him quietly down the hall to her room.
"Come on, get undressed."
Mike helped her, walking up and holding her gently by the shoulders while working his fingers against the pearl colored buttons of her white summer blouse. She could feel the garment loosening around her shoulders, then sliding off. Nuzzling his mouth against the base of her throat, Mike worked her bra loose, letting the halter tumble down. She felt his fingers reach up greedily for her tits, cupping the rounded bottoms and squeezing them while he dropped his face and started licking at her pendulous tits.
Patty's knees trembled, knocking against one another. She loved feeling his tongue scrape over her stiff, tingly nubs. Her cunt winked shut, juice trickling down her shivering inner thighs while she curled her toes against the soles of her sandals. She felt drunk, swaying back and forth as she tried to pull in more air through her flared, burning nostrils.
He smiled down at her again, moving up and kissing her hard on the mouth a second time while working her skirt off. Patty threw her thin arms around him in an instinctive move, hugging him close, Mike smiled understandingly and brought them down, walking her backward to the bed.
She was down on it, sliding back, her thumbs around the waistband of her panties. With a sly grin Patty shoved down her panties, kicking them free. Mike's eyes rounded as he bent over and touched her pussy with his fingers.
"Man, I love your cunt."
It didn't take Mike too long to get undressed, pulling off his sweaty, damp T-shirt, then tugging open his jeans and shoving them down to the floor. It was only when he started stepping from them that Patty saw his cocklong, thick, horse-like, enough to split her pussy wide open.
In another second he was in bed, towering over her, bending down while licking her right tit with his tongue. He sucked the whole nipple into his mouth, biting down teasingly while scraping the sensitive nub with his tongue. Patty went wild, squirming her ass against the mattress while arching her spine and pushing her head back.
Grabbing his shoulders, the teen felt herself coming apart. She was letting all restraint go, bouncing her ass up and down until she could hear the headboard clattering against the wall behind her while her legs drummed against the coverlet. Patty felt jolts of delightful pleasure sparking up from her cunt every time he bit down onto her nipples.
Patty couldn't stop herself from moving. Then she concentrated on the hot, hard cock rubbing up and down against her inner thighs. He was working himself up, deliberately crawling up her body until his cockhead was only inches from her wet, throbbing cunt. His grip tightened around her shoulders as his knees pushed hers apart. He was going to fuck her now, his breath heavy against the side of her face.
Patty let out another happy sigh, about to say something when Mike cupped her face and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue all the way until it was touching the back of her throat. She gasped, her legs springing apart while his cockhead started jabbing against her pussy. Patty let out a muffled cry, clinging to his neck as if that would somehow help things. She felt her nipples scraping against his chest hair while Mike muttered something obscene in her ear. She felt one hand slipping under her back. He moved her around, teasing her with his cock, pretending he was about ready to fuck her then drawing back.
Patty whimpered, her cunt getting very hot. Then she felt that double-lobed hot cockhead shoving down into her, pushing apart her cuntlips and working in. Her cuntal muscles contracted, milking at the slick hot invader. Mike's breath caught, his eyes focusing down on her.
"Christ, there aren't too many girls who can do that," he gasped. "Ohhhhh!"
Patty worked her hips more wildly, pleased that she could excite this older man. He was breathing harder now, holding her down while shoving his cock into her harder. Patty rolled her head from side to side, feeling perspiration trickling down the sides of her face.
Curious, Patty brought one hand down and pushed it between their hot bellies, sliding it down until she could feel the ridged glossy cockhead wet with her own pussy juices. She moved her hand up and down, feeling his prick. She could feel the veins, feel the way the thin, taut skin was throbbing more and more each time she touched it.
Mike groaned, his hipbones bumping against hers. In another moment she shivered, her shoulders wallowing against the bed. Mike was fucking her in sharp jerky little moves, angling his body purposely up so his cock would scratch over the top of her clit. Patty came unglued, her legs jerking up then falling back down against the bed, whipping up and down as she writhed against the big stud.
Mike worked her up all the way then kept her there dangling, purposely keeping her from reaching climax. The girl was drenched in sweat, jerking her hips from side to side, rolling her ass around while he cupped her taut buns and started working them against one another. Patty saw white stars exploding behind her rolled-up eyes again and again.
"Going in, baby, going in all the way," he groaned, pushing his cock into her until his balls rested against her ass.
Patty could feel that massive prick throbbing hot and deep inside her. Then he pulled out all the way, her cuntal walls collapsing and wriggling against one another. She bounced her ass up and down, prancing it hotly in the air while Mike continued to impale her on his fat, long cock. She was going wild, demanding more.
The girl felt the hot pussy juices running down her flailing thighs as she kicked her legs in the air once more and cinched down hard on Mike's fucking prick. This time she could only slow him down. He was grunting, his face red with effort, his eyes blazing with determination. He fucked her down deep, his cock throbbing against her womb.
Patty let out a howl, screwing up her ass and holding it there tremblingly in mid-air. She felt the hot spasms of climax rush through her, making her clit burn as if someone had set it on fire. She was cumming, cumming with her mother's lover's cock in her.
Mike bit her throat lightly, tonguing her while letting out a string of obscenities. In another second she could feel something hot and wet splashing around inside her. It was so good feeling his cum burning through her cuntal walls like acid.
The lights of the world seemed to go out when Patty reached the howling peak of her climax. Whipping her legs back and forth, the young girl felt herself falling down a dark, dark abyss as she came and came and came with this wonderful, wonderful man.
CHAPTER NINE
Amanda lay on her bed naked, drawing her fingertips lightly along her thighs. She thought of her son, of Mike, even of her late husband. They had all made her feel so satisfied, so delighted with life. Now the house was quiet. She'd seen Patty's books on the hall table and guessed her daughter had run out for one thing or other. Patty was a good girl. She'd be back in time for dinner.
Amanda sighed, feeling her cunt tighten as she drew one finger over the jagged, moist crack. "Mom?"
Amanda sat bolt upright, looking at her clothes scattered on the floor. It had been a hard day of shopping. She had exhausted herself and now only wanted to lie down and rest for a while. Brian's voice startled her into action. Scratching her dress from the floor Amanda was about to slip it on when the door burst open. Standing there was Brian, and just behind him Mike. Amanda could have fallen to the floor in a faint.
"What ... what are you doing here with ... with him?"
"There's another question that's better. What've you been doing with him, Mom?"
Amanda blanched, wanting to slam the door in their faces. Instead she sat there on the bed, clutching at her dress nervously, draping it over her naked body as she studied the two young men in front of her.
"I saw Patty and him coming out of the house a while ago. She was all bent out. I couldn't figure out why and started to rough him up a little. Patty freaked and ran," Brian explained, stepping into his mother's room and ruffling his hair back with one hand. "But then Mike pushed me back in here and calmed me down. We talked, and he told me a couple of things about him and you. You've been fucking around a long time, huh, Mom?"
Amanda shook her head from side to side. Her carefully structured world had come crashing down around her ears in no time at all. She looked at her son, then at Mike, then back at her son once more. They were studying her the way scientists study small animals in a cage. It was awful. Amanda moved back on the bed, drawing the dress more tightly to her tits.
Mike stepped in behind Brian, closing the door. Brian grabbed the dress, ripping it from his mother's grip and tossing it on the dresser behind him. Amanda threw her arms protectively over her tits, scooting back on the bed while the men approached her. Her son's face was wearing a thin smile while Mike began pulling off his T-shirt.
"What ... what are you doing?"
"Since you've been fuckin' us one at a time, there's no reason why you can't fuck us together," Brian said, catching one ankle and drawing her back to the foot of the bed.
Amanda was stunned. She could see the bulge in her son's trousers and knew he was hot. Worse, she could see Mike was ready to take her on no matter what.
"I've heard about mother-son things, but this is the first time I've ever seen it. Wild. It's gonna be great doing it with you two."
"No, no, this is insane!"
Amanda once more tried to wriggle free, but Brian held her wrists firmly, breaking the grip only to loosen his pants and wriggle them down. Mike helped him slip out of his boots. In a moment he was naked, his cock half-hard as he slid on top of his mother and started hunching his cock against her thighs. Amanda pulled her head away, her teeth clenching as she writhed in humiliation on the bed. Mike was there, staring down at them, watching as her own son fucked his mother.
"Fuck her," he hissed, stepping out of his jeans and throwing them over the chair.
Mike knelt down in front of them, pushing their legs apart. Taking the hint, Brian raised his body, his cock jerking up and popping against his flat belly. In a second Amanda felt something hot and wet licking over her cunt and slicking the tender skin between her cunt and ass. She let out a long hot sigh, the tickling sensation making her want to snap her thighs together. She hunched her ass up, moaning while she felt the tip of his tongue lick around the stretched edges of her sensitive cunt. The rough surface raked along the tensed red flesh, then darted in.
Amanda panted as she felt the flicking tongue brush the underside of her clit. Brian went wild watching his mother turn into a hot whore under him. He shoved his hips down, trying to get his cock into her tight cunt. He ground down accidentally into Mike's head, pushing him against the woman's cuntlips.
"Oh, no, no, no, nooooooo!"
Amanda couldn't get over the feel of two men fighting over her now, one of them being her own son. She wriggled her ass over the mattress, feeling the material gathering up under her thrashing ass as she felt hands gripping her, feeling her, petting her.
Mike backed away, keeping himself still in the valley of their writhing legs. As soon as his head was out of the way he could hear the squish of Brian's cock sinking into the juicy cunt. Amanda let out another wailing cry, her knees jerking up while her spine arched like a bridge. He reached out and pulled on the woman's thighs, holding her wide open while Brian threw in a few quick hunches.
"Hey, if you want to make it really wild, slide all the way out and lemme eat her pussy in between your fucking."
"Yeah, yeah...."
Brian was panting hard, bracing his body on his knees and elbows. Surging up on the next stroke, he twisted his cock all the way out of his mother's tight hole. His prick sprang free like a broken spring, trembling wildly as he held it away from Amanda's pussy. She ground her cunt up, screaming through clenched teeth.
But soon she felt something else servicing her cunt, something delightful and all-encompassing. Mike was eating her out. It felt so odd when she felt the stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs shut. But Mike had his hands pressing out against her inner thighs, holding her open for his licking.
Amanda breathed in air with long, ragged breaths to feed her burning lungs. It was unbelievable, wonderful feeling her clit being teased by the rough licking surface. She chanted obscenities again and again as her womb and clit and nipples throbbed in time with one another. She begged Mike to eat her while her son licked the base of her throat, finally wriggling his tongue down into her mouth. Spittle frothed around the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and throat while Mike stabbed his tongue in as deeply as he could, tickling her cuntlips with the tips of his fingers.
Amanda felt herself flying up from the mattress as Mike pulled away.
"Fuck her, man. Fuck your old lady good," he commanded, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Brian nodded, shaking the sweat from his forehead and fitting his bloated cockhead into her throbbing crack. He pushed himself down, his eight thick inches shoving into the hot cunt once more.
Amanda loved feeling his cock sinking into her. The slippery tissues of her cunt curled around his prick while Amanda curled her fingers around his upper back and scratched them down his flesh. He bolted like a horse bit by spurs, rearing up while staring wide-eyed at his twisting mother.
"Do it, fuck me, do it!"
Grunting half in pain, half in delight, Brian gave a series of short, rapid strokes. His cock slid down into her tight cunt again and again. Amanda went mad, her ass straining up as she shoved her tight pussy onto the throbbing prick. She could feel her son's body tensing with pleasure, and then shove down, sending his cock careening into her cunt.
She moaned again and again as she twisted her body around in frantic little hunches under him. She could feel his cock slipping around in her pussy with each movement they made. The throbbing fat head of his long cock pushed and probed deep in her cunt. Her nipples burned and throbbed with the same intensity. As they crushed closer and closer together, every square inch of her flesh became alive and hot.
"Hey, don't shoot off yet," Mike said.
Brian knew what Mike wanted. He stopped fucking, pulling out, drawing out gouts of cunt juice while Mike wriggled between them again.
Amanda could feel his tongue lashing around her cunt, getting her hotter and hotter. She could feel the pointy tip running around the straining edge of her cunt before probing deep into her pussy. The woman couldn't believe what her pussy was doing. She groaned, wailing away as the greasy meat of Brian's cock throbbed, the head looking as if it were about to explode. She threw her hips into the air, jerking up and down, bouncing her ass against the shaking bed. She grunted through her teeth, unable to say one word, thinking only of one thing. Cumming. Cumming.
Amanda was going wild. She threw her hips up to Mike's face while she could feel her son's cock rubbing against her belly. Her soft legs fought to close over his head.
Mike had to strain with his hands to keep them from trapping him against her cuntlips. The hotter she got the more he liked it, sticking his tongue all the way in. The feel of her wet pussy lifting up to get licked, sucked and fucked sent tremors racing through the young stud.
"Man, get outta the way. I've gotta fuck her. I've gotta fuck her!"
Brian couldn't wait any longer. The nerve ends in his cock stretched to the tearing point. Holding the hot, twisting woman under him without getting his cock into her was the worst form of torture he had ever felt. Growing wild, he shoved down as Mike slid out of the way. She urged her son on, shoving her hips up hard while he drove his cock in all the way.
Amanda screamed, her body clutching and convulsing while her cunt snapped shut, shaking Brian's cock until his balls started pumping up gouts of steamy white jism. It was more than she could have hoped for.
Mike squirmed out from under them and knelt next to her head. She knew what she had to do, opening her mouth and taking in the full throbbing length of his prick. Mike leaned forward, curling his fingers around the headboard and hunching down while Brian threw more powerful fucking strokes into his mother's cunt.
The last wonderful thing Amanda remembered of that episode was the feeling of her son's cock burying itself in her cunt and shooting out gobs of more and more cum. At the same time Mike leaned heavily against her, rodding his cock into her mouth, spilling his jism down her throat as she licked and sucked down every bit of cum she could pull out.
"Man, oh man, she's nuts, really nuts for cock," Mike gasped, calming down.
"And she's out, man. Mom? Christ, it knocked her out!"
"That's wild. It's good, too. We're gonna go nuts over her for a long, long time."
Yes, Amanda thought, drifting off into another world. It would be nice, incredibly nice to have that happen to her. How good now to have two men, each wanting her. And one was her son. Oh, life was good!
CHAPTER TEN
Patty was confused and terrified. She had seen her brother go wild, he and Mike practically brawling right there in front of her house! She had run, feeling as if she would die if she stood there and kept screaming as she had. Mrs. Frank across the way was on her stoop, gaping at the spectacle of two brawny men pushing one another into the house while cursing. The young girl sniffed, walking slowly along Colorado Boulevard as rush hour traffic thickened on the main drag to her right.
The girl shuffled down the crowded boulevard, not watching where she was going. In a moment she found herself bumping hard into someone, the crash nearly sending her down to the sidewalk pavement.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm ... Bobby!"
Bobby was standing there, boyish, a shock of hair dangling in his eyes. Mike was far more mature, more studied in his fucking. But Bobby wasn't related to the house and its growing problems, she thought with a sigh. She could be alone with him without worrying about her mother or brother or anybody else spying on them. Hooking one arm through his she leaned heavily against him, walking with him toward the shopping mall.
Bobby said nothing for a while, patting her fingers, knowing she was upset about something. When they had passed the mall he stopped, turning her and holding her gently around the waist. Patty felt her heart swell. Maybe she should stay in her own league for a while. Mike represented the adult world, and that sphere seemed too complicated right now.
She stood on tip-toe and kissed him lightly on the chin, feeling him shudder against her thin body. She knew what he wanted. Bobby licked his lips, his eyes narrowing, focusing in on her, boring down into her until her very soul shivered with lust.
"You know, my mom's visiting her sister up in St. Paul, and my dad's still at work. Probably balling the secretary."
The two of them giggled, Patty leaning heavily again against him and sighing happily. The thought of being with Bobby now excited her terribly. She felt like a little animal, wild and free as long as she stayed away from the cage of her house. Smoothing her fingers over her upper arms to knock down some of the goose bumps she nodded briskly, smiling up into his eyes.
"Come on, let's go."
They walked quickly, the brisk pace making Patty breathe all that much harder than before. People passed them, bumping into her at times. But Patty saw nothing except Bobby next to her. She could think of nothing else except his hard body pressing into hers.
When they reached the darkened house, Patty nearly ran up the stairs, stopping herself only because she was concentrating on acting the part of a lady-that is, until they reached his bedroom.
"I thought about you a lot lately. I was hoping I'd run into you like this," Bobby said, his eyes wide with wonder and expectation.
The rest was a blur for the teen. She felt his hands gripping her, holding her while his mouth pressed wetly down against hers. She felt her lips flattening back while his hands rubbed greedily over her plump ass. Clothes slid from her body. She could feel his bare chest now, hot and smooth, pressing against her tits, making her nipples itch and throb all the more.
All that mattered was now the touch of his hands on her tits, the feel of his hairy legs pressing against hers as they tumbled backward onto his double bed. And then there was the touch of his hot cockhead rubbing life into her pussy.
Patty could feel the rush of her juices flowing from her cunt, readying her pussy for his cock. Her cunt was already hot, so very, very hot. It snapped shut with each touch of his prickhead while her asshole winked open again and again. Bobby sensed her growing excitement, reaching around with one hand and milking her ass.
When she felt one finger straying around her shitter she pushed down. Too late. He'd found her asshole, stabbing the digit deep into it until he had the young girl screaming for more. She raised her knees, kicking at the air while Bobby rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of her cuntal mound.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck...."
Patty felt the knob of his cock pressing right over her clit. She sighed, feeling the electric charge seeping from the hot trigger. She brought her feet around, sliding them back and forth against Bobby's thighs as she felt his body shivering atop hers. He was hot, as hot as she was as he dry-fucked her. Sucking and biting at her neck, he was ready to slide his prick all the way in right now.
"Yeah, baby, fuck, gonna fuck!"
He was pricking her shitter with his fingernails, experimenting with her, it seemed, until he jabbed two fingers into her asshole without warning. Patty's eyes flickered open, her mouth wide while she let out strangled, gurgling sounds.
She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding the greasy crack of her cuntflesh over his cockhead. She squirmed, trying to slide onto the thick stalk of cockmeat. She let out another low moan that seeped from her throat. She wanted that cock deep in her. Grinding up, banging her hips against Bobby's, Patty rubbed her nipples against the young man. In that instant, she felt his bulbous cockhead spread her sticky cuntlips apart and start penetrating her pussy.
Patty twisted her head around, pressing one damp cheek against the pillow and feeling the steamy, belly-filling cock push in. She twisted her hips, pressing her cunt up onto his prick more and more. Bobby grunted with satisfaction, shoving forward and up. With a slippery slide, his cockhead popped in.
Patty had never felt so hot before in her young life. She lay there quietly, concentrating on her cunt, thinking about the way her pussy was split wide open right now. He was in her all the way, rubbing his cockhairs against her clit and sending more hot chills exploding down into her belly. She rested on his fat cock. It was throbbing and jerking around in her guts like a tiny hot frightened animal, filling her up, making her open her mouth while Bobby rubbed her tits against one another. Oh, she liked that, liked the way he was forcing her nipples to slip against each other while he started giving her quick, fucking hunches with his cock.
He kissed her hard, groaning into her mouth while the rising heat in her cunt made her move. She could hear the mattress and springs squeaking under her while her body slid on a thick coating of perspiration between her and Bobby. In a moment she could hear herself sobbing and gasping for more, clawing her way up, up, dragging herself up to the top of some invisible wall that kept her from climax.
His fingernails dug into her asscheeks, forcing her rolling hips to meet his while he started fucking her in a long, heavy rhythm. Patty came unglued as she ground her clit against him and loved the sensation of stretching in her cunt. Every bump of his cock against her sent more exciting, exploding bolts of delight rushing through her. She was vibrating, twisting around as she forced herself up on his big cock now.
Patty knew she was close. She moved her ass in tight little circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like a big spoon. The mass of itchy hot tension in her belly was swelling more and more, making her dig her fingernails into his shoulders once again and buck her body up. Patty felt her body floating away from his room as her body seemed to turn into a melting, rubbery mass. The whirling ball of hunger took over completely, her mind going blank until she thought she was going to go mad.
Patty tossed her body from side to side, her brain whirling around and around as she felt climax settle down on her like a terrible red cloud. She blinked her eyes open, staring at the ceiling while the juggling, rocking, pitching motion of the bed tossed the fuck-welded couple against one another. Patty felt the simmering heat climb up higher and higher into her brain, making her skull feel as if she were going to blow to pieces.
"Now, Patty, uhhhh ... oh no, no, can't hold back, can't ... ooooohhhhh yeah!"
She let out a deep, sobbing gasp, pressing tight against him. Her cuntal mouth hurt from all the fucking friction. Still she wanted more, more sensation, more flames burning through her. Her entire body seemed to bulge with excitement as she teetered there on the brink of climax.
Patty exploded, her mind shattering while she wept and struggled, her fists beating against the man atop her. Bobby growled, pinning her down, holding her trapped against the bed while his balls tightened, then started pumping his jizz into her. Patty jerked her head from left to right until it was a blur, her cuntal walls gripping down on the shooting cock like a giant greasy fist.
It seemed to last forever. When it was over, Bobby slumped against her, kissing her softly on the cheek. He seemed more mature in his fucking. He had learned something, something she liked. Patty smiled weakly as he brushed the soft blonde hair from her face. How much she'd learned, Patty thought as she felt her cunt slackening around the boy's cock. And how much she would have to learn before she was really a woman. Well, there was time.
Back at home, Amanda was pulling her lips off her son's cock, feeling Mike's cock slow down its rummaging movement in her pussy. Her knees felt comfortable there sinking into the mattress while her tits brushed softly against her son's legs. It had been nice, sucking Brian off while getting fucked by Mike. The two boys were acting in tandem better now, each one playing off the other while stoking her up to her maximum.
"You'll have to calm Patty down when she comes home," Brian said, his arms folded behind his head as his mother gave his cum-smeared cock another lick before letting it drop down her lips.
"I'll take care of it. Just you two don't forget to take care of me," she said softly while Mike massaged her ass.
The boys laughed. No, she didn't think she would have a problem in that area. Things would go on as normal, perhaps even better than before. Oh, life was so damned good! Amanda could have sung for joy, but instead concentrated on the heat in her cunt. Oh yes, yes, life was good!
