It was nearly noon when Jacky Randolf arose on Saturday, creeping out of the cocoon she'd made of the covers to shield her eyes from the Blaring daylight. She always slept as late as she could on the weekends and it wasn't because she'd had such a wild time the night before that she needed to recuperate. Jacky slept to avoid the loneliness and boredom that seemed to close in around her as soon as she left her little boutique on a Friday evening. Not that she didn't have offers to go out. The salesmen who called on her shop were always trying to get a date with her, as at age thirty-six, she was still a highly desirable woman.
True, the high, firm curves of her body had softened a bit, her large breasts starting to droop just a tad at the round, pink tips, her tummy pouching out more than she liked, her buttocks jiggling a bit more than they used to when she walked, but her waist was still wasp-narrow, her legs still long and marvelously slim.
Jacky could've gotten dates for every night of the week if she'd wanted them. She could've had lovers lined up around the block. But since her divorce of two years previous, the idea of going through the whole ordeal of "courtship," the seeking out of the "right" man, the initial meeting, exchanging life stories, playing coy, not giving him what he wanted right away, turned her off. It seemed like such a monumental effort to her that just thinking about it drained her of all her strength. Not only that, but she was afraid for her reputation. She knew if she started dating the males in her business, especially the salesmen, the word would get around that she "put out" and her shop would suffer for it.
She stepped over to her full-length mirror and made a face at herself, pushing her long, honey blonde hair up over the top of her head and making her lips pout out, Bardot style. Under the bodice of her sheer nightgown, the sleek cones of her breasts shifted. They were supple shadows under the gauzy fabric, and where their tips touched the cream colored nylon, spots of bright pink showed. Her nipples ached. They always ached in the morning. In some ways, for her the morning was even worse than the night. The morning was when she and her ex-husband, Roy, would make love. He always woke up with a huge erection and invariably, he'd turn his stomach to her back so their bodies nestled like spoons in a drawer, and push the shaft of his rigid penis up between her closed thighs, making the upper surface of it slide over the entire length of her labia.
She would just lie there, feeling all that blazing meat against her vagina, her heart pounding up in her throat, and then she'd start to move, to rock his hips, his hands scooping up her throbbing breasts, fingers plucking gently at the stiffened nipples. She always got wet for him immediately, the lips of her pussy puffing up, slipping apart as her warm, thick love juice seeped forth. The tip of his broad bulb would nose into her from behind, pushing aside the trembling walls of her cunt, filling her channel with pulsing flesh, and then they would do it, long and slow, until her voice was shrill and high in her throat, like the voice of some tiny, frantic creature, pleading with him to orgasm, to flood her with his hot semen.
Jacky made a sour face at her reflection. She was standing there, getting all hot and bothered! She turned on her heel and stormed off to the bathroom, where she stripped off her negligee and climbed into the shower. She made the water super hot, scalding herself, punishing herself for thinking about sex ... and Roy.
Thinking about sex never did any good. It only make things worse. And lately, worse was more than she could take. As she soaped herself down, her breasts shimmering, glistening with slick suds, she told herself that it wasn't so much the lack of Roy that was getting to her, but her own advancing age. Somewhere she'd read that women only start to come into their own, sexually, when they get to their mid-thirties, that that's when the sex hunger really takes control. Maybe that was it, she was just feeling the mid-thirty "hots." Regardless of the cause, the symptoms were very alarming to her. She fantasized about sex all the time, using just about every man she met or saw as a "love object." In her mind, she had torrid sex with the young, the old, and with just about everything in between. In all her fantasies she was the aggressor, the seductress, the one who started the ball rolling and kept it rolling. It didn't seem to matter who the men were, what their station in life was, whether they were "clean" or not. She wanted them all, wanted them so desperately that it frightened her and made her retreat further into her shell.
Of all the things Jacky was afraid of, the most petrifying to her was the thought of rejection ... another rejection. She had given Roy everything she had and he still ended up leaving her for another woman, some floozy he'd met in the course of his business. She didn't ever want to be rejected again, and moreover, she didn't ever want to be rejected in public. All of her friends and relatives knew that Roy had thrown her over for his girl friend and the shame of not being "woman enough" to keep him still drove her into fits of depression. She wanted sex, craved it with all her soul, but she didn't want any sort of risk involved. No risk of rejection, no risk of public exposure, no risk to her business. What she wanted, she knew, was to have her cake and eat it, too.
She turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom rug, grabbing a towel and mopping her face. She quickly finished drying herself, then slipped back into her negligee and padded off to the kitchen to start some coffee brewing. As she sat down on a kitchen chair to wait for the pot to perk, she began to have a fantasy.
She couldn't remember when she'd started to think of her sexual daydreams as "old friends," but this was most certainly one of the oldest. It was her "sensual intruder" fantasy, in which a robber breaks into her house and, seeing her clad in nothing but a nightie, decides to help himself to her before he goes after the silver.
For the thousandth time, she jumped at the imaginary sound of the back door opening, then sat frozen to her chair with her back to the service porch, listening to the creak of the door closing again. She wanted to call out "Who's there?! " and, indeed, in some versions of her tale did so, but this time she was far too frightened to utter a sound. There were heavy, shuffling steps coming towards her and there was a sense of menace in the air, thick like smoke. Then she couldn't bear the tension any longer and jumped up from her seat, whirling around to face the interloper.
He was always standing in the doorway when she turned and he always laughed when he got his first look at her, his thick-featured, swarthy face twisting up into a lewd smirk as he took in her lovely nakedness beneath the flimsy garment. A great, hulking giant of a man, he wore a soiled t-shirt and a pair of very tight levis.
"W-what d-do you w-want?! " she cried, her hands jumping reflexively to cover her breasts, her crotch. Even at this point in the story, she was very much aware of the gross bulge in the front of the man's jeans, a huge, fat lump that protruded obscenely from his loins.
"Well, now," he said, his eyes darting over her ill-concealed and lush curves, "when I came in, I thought I might want your money and jewelry, but now I'm not so sure that that stuff can't wait a bit."
Jacky shivered as a thrill coursed through her. She knew what he meant. She panicked, turning, bolting for the kitchen door, for the living room, the front door and help.
He caught her by the hair before she got out of the kitchen and hauled her back, twisting her face up close to his. Then he showed her his knife. It was always the same knife. It had a wickedly curved blade and though the sides of it were tarnished, the edge was bright, honed to razor sharpness.
"You're going to do just what I say," the robber wheezed, "and you're not going to make a sound."
Jacky could not answer. The heat of the huge man's body smothered her, stole the breath from her lungs.
"ALL RIGHT," he growled, shoving her back, forcing her back against the edge of the kitchen table. "UP ON THE TABLE, BABY, AND SPREAD 'EM."
She began to sob, sniveling into her hands, but it didn't do her any good. The man knew what he wanted and was determined to get it. He shoved his hands roughly under her armpits and hoisted her up onto the table top.
"UHHH!" she moaned as he let her drop down hard.
"NOW LAY BACK AND SPREAD 'EM!" he repeated, putting his hand on her breasts, fondling them as he pushed, making her lie down on her back.
When the back of her head bumped into the wooden table top, he brought his knife hand down in a blinding arc. There was a dull impact next to her ear, and when she jerked her head aside and turned it so she could see, she realized that he'd plunged his knife into the table not two inches from her cheek. The ugly blade quivered, still vibrating from the impact.
"SPREAD 'EM!! "
Jacky obeyed, her head spinning, mouth dry. She let her knees slip wide apart, opening her thighs to the robber. She felt his hands, rough, coarse hands, fumbling with the hem of her negligee, pushing it up over her thighs, up over her tummy, exposing her entire crotch to his view.
He laughed again, then, an awful, mirthless sound bubbled up his throat as he gaped at her bare pussy, at the smooth cheeks of her fleshy ass. His hands closed on her knees and he pushed outward, forcing her legs even wider apart, so wide that Jacky whimpered from the strain.
"No sounds," he warned her, his dark eyes flitting to the handle of the knife beside her head.
Jacky bit her lower lips and nodded, her hand moving aimlessly, helplessly at her sides. Then, without a warning, the robber dropped his face between her lewdly parted thighs, dropped his open mouth, his hot mouth down on the lips of her vagina. Her whole body jerked and her back arched up from the hard table as the stranger's lips swarmed over her naked cunt, kissing it hungrily, nibbling at the pudgy flaps, gently pulling them apart. His hands were at work down there, too, clutching her saucy buttocks, prying them apart, fitting the balls of his thumbs to the outer flanges of her labia, the soft fringe of honey blonde fur that rimmed her pink slit, pushing outward, parting the entire length of her vagina, making it flower open like a sultry, sticky orchid. He didn't pause, but threw himself down on the wet slit, shoving the tip of his thick tongue up into her cunt, twisting, turning his head to drive it deeper, deeper.
She clamped her hands over her mouth to keep from crying out. His tongue was huge! Huge and powerful! It thrashed about in the grip of her sphincter, sliding incitingly over the tender bud of her clitoris. And the sounds he made as he ate her cunt raised the short hairs on the back of her neck. Sloppy, famished sounds, sucking sounds, slurping sounds as he drank down the heavy, fragrant juice that rushed from her pussy.
"NUFFFFFF! NUFFFF!! " he grunted, his big hands pulling, pushing on her bare buttocks, making her hips flip, making her pussy sheath slide back and forth over his extended tongue.
Jacky shuddered. He was making her fuck his tongue! Waves of scorching heat billowed up into her face. Everything down between her legs was incredibly squishy, her lubricant and his saliva running all down between her buttocks, her pussy coming unglued from the insistent, clit-rasping friction of his thrusting tongue. In a matter of seconds, he was pouring the whole length of his tongue into her, easily sliding the glistening thing in and out of her cunt, making it flip madly over the rippling walls. And she, despite all her efforts to the contrary, was moving her ass on the table, working with his clutching hands, making her pussy gobble his squirming tool.
Jacky felt like she was caught up in an avalanche, rolling, tumbling faster and faster, the roar in her ears coming not from tons of snow and ice, but from the hot blood pounding in her skull. Her ass was leaping up from the table top, her wet pubis smacking obscenely against his hungrily sucking mouth. And no amount of muffling on her part could stifle the shrill whinny of pleasure and shame that erupted from her throat.
Too soon, the robber pulled his face from her crotch. Jacky was sprinting for the finish, her whole vagina rippling with sensation, her nipples tingling with delight.
"OOHHH! AHHHH," she moaned, her knees thrown wide apart, but no longer held that way by his hands, her friction-roughened pussy yawning open for him, the light fringe of her hairs now dark with slippery moisture, plastered to her swollen labia.
He stood up then, his face shining with slick juice, and unfastened the front of his jeans. Jacky was startled to see that the man wasn't wearing any underwear and even more startled by the size of the penis he pulled from his open fly. The head of it was the size of small apple, shiny, dark red, and from the slit in the face seeped a thick, white goo. The shaft was enormous, like a mocha-colored fire hose, and it was covered with wildly curling black hairs and big, pale warts. All along its underside was a marbling of lewdly throbbing blue veins.
"OHHHH!" she gasped as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him, hauling her buttocks off the edge of the table, wrapping her legs about his waist. The massive, blunt nose of his cock pushed insolently against the open mouth of her pussy. She shivered. It was so big! So hot! Stretched and ready though she was, wet through she was, she knew that she was not nearly stretched or wet enough to easily accommodate that grotesque penis; she knew that it was going to hurt and that once he'd had her, she'd never, ever be the same inside.
He lasciviously rolled his hips, making his cockhead twist in the grip of her sticky slit, smearing her slippery goo all over it, readying it from the penetration to come.
Jacky dug her heels into his buttocks, whimpering as she used her legs to pull his cockhead harder against her tender orifice.
"YOU WANT IT, NOW, DON'T YOU?" he growled, moving his hips forward, giving her cunt a little nudge.
She gasped as her pussy mouth was forced to open wider, as the huge knob tested the power of her quivering sphincter.
"YESSS!" she cried. "YESSSSSSM!"
Then the front doorbell rang, shattering Jacky's fantasy into a million glittering fragments. She sat there, dazed, for a long minute, unable to get up, and then the bell rang again, annoyingly.
"DAMN!" she said, getting up. On wobbly, rubbery legs, she walked into the living room.
CHAPTER TWO
Had she not been quite so light-headed from her fantasy, had the doorbell not rung gratingly a third time before she got to the door, Jacky probably would've thought to pull a robe on to cover herself. As it was, she reached for the doorknob without even peeking out the side window to see who was bothering her on a Saturday. The door opened about five inches, coming to an abrupt halt as the safety chain snapped tight.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," said a young man in his late teens.
Jacky peered around the edge of the door at him. He was a stocky, muscular kid with a shock of haystack wild brown hair and a pair of penetratingly blue eyes. He was wearing a red, tear away football jersey, one of the kind that can be seen through, and a pair of tan corduroy shorts. His bare arms and legs were very tan, totally hairless and smooth.
"My name is Chet," he said, giving her a smile. "I play football over at Amory High..."
Jacky couldn't help but smile back at the young man. He really was a handsome kid, smooth-skinned, with a sexy dimple right in the middle of his square, solid chin. Amory High School was just around the corner from Jacky's house, but she rarely had any dealings with the students as she was always at work when class was in session. Looking at Chet, she had a twinge of regret that she wasn't around home more often.
"You're a running back," she said, glancing down at the big white number 33 on his chest, seeing his flat, washboard stomach through the perforated fabric.
Chet beamed at her. "Say, you know something about football!" he said, taking the large manila envelope out from under his arm. "That's great. Do you ever come to the games over at the school?"
What he was really asking, Jacky knew, was whether she had ever seen him play. "No, I don't get out much on Friday nights," she told him.
"Oh," he said, his disappointment very apparent "Well, maybe you'd like to help our team, anyway?"
Jacky didn't give two hoots in hell about the Amory High football team, but she didn't close the door in the boy's face. Perhaps it was the aftermath of her sex fantasy, the way her nipples still tingled, the way the meat of her pudenda throbbed and burned. Perhaps it was the two years of sexual drought catching up with her, perhaps it was the ripening need of her body, but she just stood there, looking at the young man who was half her age, not thinking about football at all.
"You see, ma'am we're kind of hurting for equipment this season," Chet said, quickly, trying to get in his whole spiel in at once. "We need a bunch of stuff and there just isn't any money in the school budget to cover it. With the gear, we can't play in the city-wide league. So, the guys on the team are going around door to door in their neighborhoods asking people for donations. Do you think you could help us?"
Again, Jacky wasn't thinking about how she could help the team, but how Chet would help her. A lewd thrill coursed over her tummy, licking sensuously at her breasts as she considered the idea of seducing him. Perhaps she could have her cake and eat it, too. A young guy like him couldn't have had all that much experience in the ways of sex ... and he certainly wasn't going to turn down any that came his way, no matter how unusual the circumstances. On the other hand, as a member of the football team, he was a guy with a reputation to uphold, and couldn't very well let it slip out that he'd made love to some strange woman during the course of his collection for the cause ... especially if it appeared to him that his lovemaking was the reason for her donation, payment for services rendered. Before she even thought about it, her mind was made up. She would test him first, to see if he was interested in her, and if he was, she would get him into the house and then let nature take its course.
"I don't know," she said, moving out from behind the door just a bit, enough so the tip of her left tit poked around the edge. Her nipple was stiff as a pencil stub, hot pink under the sheer, gauzy negligee.
Chet's eyes dropped to her breast, to the nipple, and stayed there. Under his suntan, a blush crept into his cheeks. For a split second, she was afraid that he was going to turn and flee, but he didn't move. He stood riveted to the spot, his total attention locked onto her taut bud. Her heart thumped agonizingly in her chest. She had him! She knew she had him!
His jaw sagged as she closed the door in his face. She did this to release the safety chain. His mouth was still hanging open when she re-opened the door.
"Come on in," she said, letting the door swing open as she turned her back to him. "I've got to get my checkbook. Shut the door behind you."
She didn't have to turn to know what he was looking at. She could feel his eyes crawling over the round cheeks of her ass, the salaciously grinding mounds that were visible through the back of her peignoir.
At the sound of the door closing behind her, she said, "Sit down anywhere, I'll be back in a second."
When she returned to the living room with the checkbook, Chet was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped nervously in front of him. As soon as he saw her, front view, the supple cones of her breasts shifting, the dark triangular patch of pubic hair between her shapely thighs, he jumped up.
"Sit, I said," she told him. She had to fight back a giggle at the way he obeyed, dropping like a stone, making the couch creak. His face was burning, beet red and his eyes were darting from breasts to crotch and back, as if unable to decide which was the most delightful to leer at.
The view was having a decided effect on him. There was a great, pulsing lump in the front of his shorts. Through the corduroy, Jacky could see the outline of his fat, stubby cockhead.
"Is something the matter?" she askedingenuously.
"Uhhh, I, uhh," he stammered, covering his crotch with the envelope. Even as he did so, his penis gave a powerful lurch and the whole thing surged forward, bulb sliding down the inside of his shorts leg followed by the thick shaft, bulb nosing pinkly out of the leg, peeping at her from against his thigh.
"You've got a hard on!" she said.
Chet's face darkened further. He nodded miserably. There wasn't much point in denying it
"Let me see," she said, pushing the envelope out of the way, bending down, letting him look down the neck of her nightie at her bare breasts swaying tantalizingly.
His cock throbbed, the face of the pudgy knob glistening with white goo.
"Ooooh, its such a big one!" she said. "Do all you football players have cocks like that?"
"Gee, I, uhh," he mumbled, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal.
"I want to touch it," she said.
"Huh?"
"I want to feel your cock," she repeated, putting her hand on his bare knee, sliding her fingertips up to encircle the ruddy head, squeezing it passionately.
"WOW!! " Chet cried, his adam's apple bobbing furiously.
"OOOH, CHET! HONEY, IT'S SO HOT!" she whined, rubbing the heavy knob into her palm.
"UHH! UHH-WOWM" he groaned, writhing under her expert and exquisite manipulation.
The swollen bulb filled her fist, not only with its mammoth girth, but with its fiery heat, and made her palm ache with longing. She slipped her other hand tight against his crotch, cupping her fingers about the prominent bulge that was his lust-bloated young scrotum, giving it a firm squeeze.
"OOOOOOOH!" Chet moaned, slitting his eyes against the pleasure that engulfed his groin.
"If you want me to stop," she said thickly, "tell me and I will."
Chet clawed at the sofa cushions, shuddering violently as she rhythmically pinched the head of his penis and massaged his balls. He didn't want her to stop. Not ever. When she ripped at his fly, unzipping his shorts and then jerking them down around his thighs, taking his underwear down with them, he made no move to hinder her.
The instant his waistband cleared the head of his cock, the whole rigid rod arched up lewdly, flipping from the horizontal to the vertical in a single movement. His shaft was a pale, almost doughy color and the contrast between it and the much-pinched, fiery pink bulb was shocking. The smooth face of his cockhead glistened with thick fluid.
"OOOOOH, IT'S LEAKING!" she exclaimed, delightedly. With no further ado, she dropped her face and began kissing the bobbing, throbbing knob, smearing the white semen over her mouth and chin.
"OH! NO! NO, STOP!! " Chet squealed, clutching at her silky hair, trying to lift her kissing, sucking lips, her swirling tongue from the madly twitching bulb.
But Jacky would not be denied her taste of his juices. The musty scent, the sticky consistency, the salty flavor assaulted her senses and she had to have it all. Whimpering, the lovely woman bathed the boy's penis with hungry kisses, sweeping away each precious drop of semen as it appeared at his slot while the young man writhed and squirmed in ecstasy.
"God, that tastes so good," she moaned, pushing up from his lap, feeling the sex heat rising in her cheeks, in her nipples, in her pussy.
As she looked into his eyes, she slid her right hand down over his flat muscular stomach, down over the crisp nest of brown pubic hairs, and captured the broad root of his cock between her thumb and forefinger.
"OOOOOOH!" Chet crooned as the feverish fingers closed upon his cock.
"Open your eyes, honey," she said huskily, "I want you to see everything." She was no longer in control of herself. There was an animal inside her, an animal whose savage hunger had to be satisfied.
When Chet did as she asked, she quickly shrugged out of the top of her negligee, pulling her arms out of the sleeves, holding the rumpled up garment about her waist while she bared her lush bosom to him. "Do you like them?" she asked, leaning forward, making the snow white globes hang straight down, making them appear as two delectable cones of flesh.
Chet was speechless. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
"Honey, would you like to suck on them?" she said. "Would you like to squeeze them? I'd like for you to." She wiggled her tits at him, making the cones shimmy and shake, offering them to him.
Chet reached out with trembling fingers and took hold of both of her breasts. He caressed them gently, very gently, as if afraid that they'd break.
Waves of pleasure rushed from Jacky's captive nipples to her clit. "OOOOOOH, HONEY, HONEY," she said, putting her hands over his, mashing his fingers down hard, making them dig into the resilient flesh. "HARDER, SQUEEZE THEM HARDER."
Chet pushed her breasts up against her chest, flattening them out, grinding them and their hot nipples into his palms. He marveled at the way they shifted under his fingers, as if they were filled with heavy, creamy liquid. "OH, WOW..." he muttered, and his breathing came in short, stuttering gasps.
Jacky once again gripped his long, thick cock, pumping her fist up and down, making the velvety outer sheath of skin slide over the rigid inner bone, sending flurries of excitement coursing down his shaft. She leaned further forward, until her heavy breasts were directly over his mouth, then said, "Chet, honey, it feels so good to hold your penis. It's been so long since I touched one ... so very long. Now, Chet, suck my tits now. Please, honey..."
Chet hungrily stuffed the peak of her right breast into his open mouth. Jacky stiffened and sucked air in between her clenched teeth as the heat of his lips, the moisture of his tongue engulfed her nubbin. His mouth made a tight, puckering ring, his cheeks went concave, and then he began to suck furiously, working the stiff stub back and forth with his tongue, stretching the entire reddened peak of her tit far from the milk white dome.
"OOOOOOOOH, BABY! BABY!! " she cried as the joy exploded between her thighs, as the nibbling of his teeth on her tender meat sent her clit into throes of ecstasy. In her excitement, she twisted his cock quite hard, causing the dick sheath below her fist to wrinkle, to rumple up about the base of his cock, causing the sheath above her grip to be drawn down tightly over the cockhead, making the flaring cap flatten, the broad bulb elongate. Her powerful, wringing stroke drew forth a turbid pulse of pre-cum from the depths of his balls and the tablespoon of pale fluid oozed from the constrained cap, down over his tightly stretched nerve bundle, to run over the back of her hand in a white wave.
"OH! OH, WAIT! STOP!! " she pleaded, dragging her agitated nipples from his mouth. She lowered her head until her swaying tits brushed the tops of his thighs, until her face was directly over his cock. She relaxed her grip on his root and proceeded to daub and smear the sticky pre-cum all over the knob end of his cock.
"Chet," she said breathlessly, "I'm going to French your cock..."
"Huh?! "
"That's right, honey. I'm going to lick and suck on it until you cum. Until you cum right in my mouth," she told him, dropping to her knees in front of him, bending the head of his cock down toward her lips.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" Chet wailed as he felt her hot breath gust over his balls.
Jacky then inhaled and her nostrils were ravaged by his raw, tumescent man scent. She parted her lips and a streamer of crystal clear drool escaped, falling onto his drum-tight scrotum. Oblivious to the boy's violent, shuddering reaction to her slobber drenching his gonads, she pressed her trembling lips down onto the root of his cock, at the point where it joined the hairy sack. UHHHHH!" she groaned at the feel of enraged penis, at the stark, musty taste of it upon her tongue.
Chet jerked as if she'd given him a dose of electro-shock, his hips bucking up from the couch reflexively, and then began murmuring, over and over, "YES, OH, YES, OH YES..."
The horny woman lapped at his cock hungrily. curling her tongue about it, giving it root to tip slurps like it was some kind of meat popsicle. She bathed the smooth underside with her saliva, sweeping away the residue of pre-cum, lashing her tongue tip back and forth across the pendulous folds of his nerve bundle, making the boy's hips flip spastically.
"OOOOOH, HONEY, I DO LOVE YOUR DICK," she whined, swirling her tongue over the blind face of his cock, seesawing it over his bubbling slit. "I LOVE THE TASTE OF IT, THE FEEL OF IT ON MY MOUTH."
Chet could not believe the thrills she was giving him. Her juicy tongue drooled hot slobber all over his cock, her lips sucked, her teeth nibbled at every inch of it. The sight of her loving his penis with such total abandon, such overwhelming hunger, drove him right up the wall.
"I've got to have it all," she said, popping the shining bulb into her mouth.
Chet's hips bucked and he jerked his whole upper body forward as the marvelous heat of her mouth engulfed his cockhead. "WOW!! " he cried, watching through pleasure-slitted eyes, seeing the way her cheeks puffed out to accommodate the girth of his helmet, seeing the way her beautiful lips smooched down over the fat cap rim.
Jacky held his dickhead still in her mouth for a long moment, wallowing in the sexy sensation, in the way it stretched her cheeks and made her jaws ache, and she loved it, loved the intense heat, the velvety softness of the skin, the rank, salty taste of his sperm. Cock in mouth, she looked up at him and saw that his eyes were glazed with ecstasy. She held him on the very brink of orgasm. The bulb in her mouth throbbed ominously. Slowly, she thrust his cock into her throat, letting it fill her to the point of pain, taking the whole, straining shaft into her gullet until the head bumped against something solid and unyielding deep inside her. Thus impaled, , transfixed by the young man's arching penis, Jacky went into a delirium. Waves of scorching heat washed over her face as she twisted the tightly stretched ring of her lips about the root of his cock, as those moist lips brushed his crisp pubes, as deep inside her body, his cock rubbed over the walls of her throat. Then, whimpering from the fever, she slowly disgorged the dripping, friction-reddened shaft. Her mouth slipped from about the purpling head and a strand of drool momentarily connected them, then broke, falling down over her chin and the side of her neck.
"Do you like that, honey?" she said hoarsely. "Do you like for me to do that to you?"
Chet shivered, his eyes wild with passion, and reached for her ears. Clumsily, he tried to force her mouth back down over the head of his cock, his cock back down into the delicious depths of her throat.
"No, honey," she said, smiling at him, brushing his hands away. "I have something even better ... even sexier ... for you, for us." She scooted her body forward, pressing her tits right into his uptight balls, forcing his cock to slip into her deep, silky cleavage. Then she gripped her own sumptuous tits, mashing them together, trapping his cock between them, actually bending her boobs around his shaft and squeezing them so tightly around it that the head of his cock, protruding from the top of her cleavage, was turned a strangulated purple.
"WOW! OH, WOW!! " Chet croaked as she began to move her hands, as she began to slide her tits up and down his stony hard cock. His cockhead popped in and out of her tits like some mulberry-colored jack-in-the-box and every time the broad rim bumped its way out, it caused the supple domes to jiggle deliciously.
"MMMMMMM," Jacky cooed, bending her neck down and tucking her chin into the hollow of her throat. She thrust her open mouth down on his cockhead, pushing the entire bulb into her mouth until her lips slipped down over the fat helmet rim.
Chet blinked in amazement as he watched her go down on him, as her smooth cheeks went concave, her lips sucking on his cock with mind-bending force, her tongue flipping back and forth across his nerve center, and all the while, her hands were manipulating her hot breasts up and down his cock, tossing him off at an ever increasing speed.
Jacky could feel his excitement peaking, feel it in the pulsations of his penis against her tongue, feel it in the heat of his balls upon her stomach. She nursed on his knob with all her might and whipped her tits faster over the burning rod, actually bumping them up against her lips, coaxing, teasing the precious fluid up the tumescent pipe, up toward her waiting mouth.
Then a drop of something hot and salty spurted over the back of her tongue and she went wild, making frantic, sloppy sucking sounds as she tried desperately to bring on the gooey deluge.
"UHHHHHHM!" Chet wailed, arching up from the bed into a sitting position as his balls exploded in joy.
Suddenly, Jacky's mouth was inundated by his cloudy charge. A boiling gusher of sperm splattered over the roof of her mouth, choking her. Moaning through her nose, the lovely woman held her tits still and the young man screw her cleavage at his own manic tempo, while she kept her lips fastened leech-liked about his spewing bulb. The second wave shot forth and she swallowed it greedily, her adam's apple bobbing furiously to keep up with the sticky tide.
Then, to give him an even more devastating thrill, she allowed the glistening knob to slip from her lips, but held it against her face at the corner of her shining mouth.
"GOD!! " Chet screeched as his penis convulsed with ecstasy, as the third volley spat forth, as thick white sperm fountained over her upturned face, over her puckered lips, her sweet nose, her blushing cheeks.
"OOOOOH, I LOVE IT!! " she gasped, wheezing with excitement as the tendrils of gummy white drenched her radiant features, as she caught the rain of sticky drops on her tongue. "I LOVE IT!! "
As Jacky scooped the pale cum beads from his slot with her sexy pink tongue, Chet went into yet another violent convulsion. Without an instant's hesitation, she pushed his still-cumming cock back into her mouth, driving it back into her throat and forcing her lips down to its hairy base. As her pouty, ovaled lips dove down, they pushed in front of them a white wave of glistening semen.
Whining like a kicked pup, Chet leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, holding her mouth still and finishing the job for himself. He flipped his hips brutally, making his cock dart through the tight ring of her lips, making it slide sensuously through the tight ring of her lips, making it slide sensuously through the narrow passage of her throat, fucking into her beautiful face until the last flurry of pleasure rippled up his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Even though his spurting had stopped, Jacky did not want to give him up. She raised her head, making her lips slide up his shining pole, only to drive them down again, to give them a sexy twist about the root of his cock. He was, if anything, even harder than before, even bigger, and it was all she could do to get him down.
Chet lay back panting, and watched her continue to suck and swallow his cock. His toes curled up every time she bottomed him, every time her puckering lips touched his pubes.
Finally, she let his dripping cap pop from her mouth and his cock snapped to full, straining attention.
"Oooh, honey, that was so good," she told him. "You're a real man and that's the truth." She nuzzled his tightening scrotum, kissing his gonads passionately. In her mind there was no guilt over what she had done; there was only eager anticipation of what was to come.
At the touch of her lips upon his bag, Chet shuddered and threw his thighs wide apart, giving her complete access to his furry balls. "LICK THEM," he said huskily. "PLEASE, LICK THEM."
Jacky had every intention of doing just that, but first she let her negligee slip to the floor. Chet stared slack jawed at her exquisite nakedness, hypnotized by the fat, hairy mound between her slender thighs, by the gaping pink slit that divided it.
She opened her legs a bit, letting him peer at her pussy, at the smooth domes of her buttocks behind it "Do you like my pussy?" she asked.
"Oh, wow, yes!" he exclaimed, nodding his head.
The poor boy was practically chomping at the bit. If he was ever concerned about the correctness of what he and the older woman were doing, that concern completely vanished in the face of his primal need to fuck.
"Chet, I want you to have a good look at it," she said, smiling, swinging her leg up, putting her foot up on the sofa so that her pussy hung a scant foot from his face.
Chet looked up at bare pussy. He swallowed hard. It was rimmed by light brown, curling hairs, an ellipse of hot pink, of glistening flesh. He leered at the pair of outer labia, so swollen, so ready for a fuck that they were actually peeled back, and the inner lips which hung like the flaps of a tiny, moist tent. In the gap between those slick inner lips, he could see the juicy entrance to her tube, the mouth of her sex. The scent of aroused cunt washed over his face and he groaned aloud at the keen, foxy odor. His cock began doing flip-flops on his stomach like a beached whale. Below the tender slit, he could see her ass-hole, a rosebud of flesh that puckered and twitched anxiously as she stood there, peeping out from between her round buttocks.
"Go on, Chet, touch it," she said, teasing his scrotum with a fingertip. "Feel my pussy." With that, she began to clutch at his gonads, milking them greedily in her hand.
Chet slid his hands up the inside of her silky thighs and tentatively touched the angry swollen flaps. Jacky moaned and squeezed his scrotum harder. His cock flexed between them, snapping up and slapping into his chest.
"THEY'RE SO HOT, SO WET!" he groaned, tracing circles around their hairy periphery.
"OOOH, HONEY, HERE!" she said, reaching down and taking his middle finger in her hand. "DO IT LIKE THIS, HONEY." She deftly plunged his finger right up her cunt to the knuckle.
"WOW!! " Chet squealed as the slick, raging folds of her pussy parted over his fingertip, as the sexy woman commenced to whip his finger in and out of her pussy with a vengeance.
"OOOOOH! DO ME, HONEY! DO ME!! ! " she howled, letting go of the finger and returning her full attention to his drum-tight sack.
Chet didn't have to be asked twice. He darted his finger about wildly, twisting it, making it brush the juicy walls of her cunt. Hot lubricant sputtered from her pussy on the back thrusts and rolled down the insides of her thighs.
"UHH! UHH!! " Jacky moaned each time his finger slammed home, each time his knuckle made abrupt contact with the oily little marble of her clitoris. "OOOOOOH, HONEY," she whined, "PUT ANOTHER ON IN ... GIVE ME MORE ... MORE..."
Chet paired his middle and forefingers and corkscrewed them both up her cunt, marveling at the way her pussy stretched to accommodate them, at the stimulating effect the penetration had on her.
"UHHHHM!" she wailed, flipping her round ass into his finger thrust, impaling herself completely on his digits. Then she began to roll her hips in short, pumping strokes, making the fingers fly up her tube. By the third lunge, the fingers were dripping with lubricant and her pussy was sputtering and farting air. By the fifth lunge, she was cumming all over herself. Her hot cuntmouth clamped down on the plunging fingers, milking them in powerful rhythmic convulsions as the top of her head came off.
"OOOH! OOOOHM" she crooned, fumbling under his bag, prodding the tight, red hot ring of his anus with her finger. She was lifted by a wave of pure pleasure to a towering height and then dashed against cliffs of sheer joy. She began to whimper like a lost child as the wave repeatedly lifted and dashed her, obliterating her consciousness.
Chet watched spellbound as the ravenous pussy gobbled his fingers. The angry, blubbering flaps dove down to his knuckles, burying his fingers in hot, buttered velvet, grinding the anguished flesh into them, then darted back, leaving behind a snail's trail of slippery, fragrant dew. As the slick tube swallowed his digits, it squeezed them in wild, fluttering spasms that rippled inward, every inward, as if trying to draw the paired probes even deeper into her body, as if trying to engulf his entire hand.
Jacky bucked and humped, her hips churning, turning the lubricant into a bubbling forth, dragging her orgasm out to its outer limit. "AAAGGGHHH!" she gasped, pulling on his balls frantically, jabbing her fingertip into the tightly closed button of his rectum.
It was all Chet could do to lay still while his scrotum was being attended to in such a passionate manner. Waves of amazing heat washed over his nuts as Jacky tugged on them, massaging the uptight orbs. It made his cockhead throb and tingle something fierce.
When it seemed that Jacky was going to continue impaling herself until she reached a second orgasm, that she was going to rub Chet's balls until he, too, came, the voluptuous woman ceased her violent gyrations. She dragged her broached pussy backward, pulling his fingers from her cunt. A great gout of trapped juice slipped from her font and rushed down her thighs, dripping onto the head of his jerking cock.
"Wow!" he said as the heat and slickness of the love juice registered on the sensors of his cock. The hulking tubesteak commenced to thump agitatedly upon his breastbone.
"HONEY, HONEY," she said softly. "DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME NOW?"
Chet gawked at her dripping, gaping gash.
"OOOH, I WANT YOU TO," she said. "I WANT YOUR COCK POUNDING UP INSIDE ME, TURNING ME INSIDE OUT."
Chet's sock thumped in triple time.
". . . I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU GOOD, HONEY. SO GOOD THAT IT'LL DRIVE YOU CRAZY. SO GOOD THAT YOU'LL BE CUMMING AGAIN IN NO TIME . .CUMMING WAY DEEP INSIDE ME. YOU'D LIKE THAT WOULDN'T YOU, CHET? WOULDN'T YOU?"
Chet's face turned dark red, dangerously red, as the primal fever devoured him. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. He wanted her, all right, wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. He reached up for her hips to pull her down on the couch beside him, to roll her onto her back, to climb up onto her well-padded saddle, to shove his cock into that marvelous channel.
"No, honey," she told him, pushing his hands away. "Not like that. We can't see anything like that." She smiled down at him. "And I do want you to see everything, all of it. To see your big cock going in and out of my pussy, to see what it does to me."
Once again, Chet sat slack-jawed.
"Just sit back, honey," she said, pushing on the chest. "Sit back and spread your knees a little. Give me some room."
She adjusted the placement of his thighs, then crawled up on the couch, straddling his hips, hunkering over his crotch, her knees on either side of his hips, her bare bottom directly over his loins. She sat back then, dropping her widely spread pussy down right on his balls, letting the slick juice wash over them.
"WOW!" he croaked, blinking rapidly, his face full of her smooth tits.
Jacky pressed her breasts even harder against him, lifting her bottom up, reaching back and opening her heavy labia wide, spreading herself for his inspection. She then sat back on his thighs, tipping her fork up, her knees lewdly splayed.
"UHH!" he groaned, as he looked into the creamy pink flesh of her cunt, as he peered right up the juicy tube that was soon to swallow his rigid cock.
Jacky let go of her labia, but they remained peeled back like the petals of a furious orchid. She reached down and picked Chet's cock from his stomach.
"Oh!" he said, as her hand bent his cock up to the perpendicular, aiming the bloated, velvety head toward her pussy. Even turned back as her cunt lips were, even gaping wide open as her pussy was, it seemed highly unlikely that she would be able to shove all his meat into her. The bulb of his penis appeared to be as large as her entire mound.
Holding his cock in one hand and masturbating it teasingly, Jacky fiddled about with the apex of her cunt, searching for and finding the hard nub of her clitoris. She caught the sex nodule between her thumb and forefinger, and as she continued to wring and pump on Chet's cock, she rolled the sensitive tissue in her fingers.
Almost instantly, her soft belly began to ripple and Chet watched in astonishment as her pussy followed suit, as the pouting fuckmouth began to smooch in and out most provocatively, animated by the powerful muscle spasms of orgasm.
"OOOOH, HONEY!" she wailed, sliding her buns up and down the tops of his thighs, making the red hot opening of her cunt bump into the head of his cock, smearing that swollen knob with shining drops of juice.
The brisk self titillation had an immediate and dramatic effect on the flow of lubricant escaping her pussy: instead of merely dripping out a few milliliters at a time, it began to rush out in a torrent, a river of crystal clear liquid that washed over the head of Chet's cock, coating it with shimmering goo.
To Chet, it felt like his wick had been dipped in super-heated, super-viscous oil, oil that rolled down over the shaft of his cock in fat, steaming beads.
"OOOOOH, I'M GETTING SO JUICY, HONEY!" she cried, shaking her ass, grinding her buttocks into his thighs, wiggling her pussy above his tumescent cock. "OOOOOH, I'M SO READY FOR YOUR BIG DICK."
She lowered the mouth of her cunt down onto the head of his cock. The tiny pink tent sat atop his purpling, domed cap like a party hat on an elephant's head.
But the heat of her flaps was truly awesome. Chet clawed at the sofa as the searing flesh caressed his slot, as it spread more slick fluid over the broad bulb, making a squishy, sucking sound.
"NOW, HONEY! NOW!" he hissed, sliding her ass forward and dropping her weight, driving her cunt down over the heavy cap, trying to ram the well-lubed head up into her hungry pussy.
Only the first third of the knob disappeared into her gash ... and even that part didn't really enter her cunt, but merely slipped in under the pendulous drappery of her labia.
"OWWWWWM" she shrieked as her body came to an abrupt halt on the point of his cock. Her large tits jounced at the violence of the impact, as did the supple flesh of her thighs.
Chet groaned, too. Her entire weight came down on the tip of his cock, but the insensate stick of meat refused to buckle. For a crazy instant, her whole agitated sex sort of dimpled around the head and it looked as if the gross bulb would drive right through her, catching outer labia, inner labia, pubic fuzz and most of her well-padded mound on its flaring rim and taking it all right up inside her with it ... but then her battered pudenda bounced off.
"UHHHHHGNNNNN!" she grunted, quickly raising and lowering her hot bottom on his thighs, ramming the head once more into her opening.
Chet felt the stinging impact and then the tip of his cock slipped in a bit. . . not much, barely an inch, but it gave him a taste of the tight, slick thrills to come. "OH, JEEEEZZ!" he moaned as the head of his cock was forced back out of the slippery cavity by her convulsive muscle spasm.
Jacky shuddered and whinnied softly. She'd almost had him that time. So close, so very close. She'd felt the mouth of her cunt begin to enter her. She knew that she'd destroy herself on the huge cock, that it would iron every wrinkle from her cunt ... but she didn't care.
"CHET! HONEY!" she crooned huskily, twisting her smooth bottom, making her gushing cunt churn back and forth over the head of his penis, making the entrance to her pussy squirm over the cap, squirm down over the slippery cap.
"OOOH!! ! " she squealed, biting her lower lips, slitting her eyes against the pain, her entire face twisting up into a sexy little fuck sneer. "OOOOOH, HONEY!! IT'S GOING IN!! "
That was no news to Chet, whose heart was doing its best to kick its way out of his chest. The hot buttered tube of her pussy slipped over the head of his cock and it was glove-tight and so wonderfully slick that it was all he could do to keep from shooting his wad on the spot.
"CHET! LOOK CHET!" she wailed, pointing at the joining of their bodies, at the angry gash of her cunt turning in on itself as his mammoth knob bored up into her. The cap of his cock, clear to the rim, was gone, buried inside her, and all around the thick, cockneck, instead of hot pink lips, which were not so neatly tucked inside her vagina, was a ruff, a ring of wet brown hair.
Jacky leaned into his shaft, forcing the head deeper, making the shining collar of her pubes, the hairy brown donut, tighten about his cock, tighten and slip down to mid-stem.
"OOOHHH!" Chet said, feeling the rubbery folds of her cunt, the slick buttered corrugations and convolutions of her tube squeak down over the rim of his cock, squirm down over the shaft. His libido rocketed to a new altitude. Never had mere masturbation brought him so high, so dizzingly high. He was actually fucking her! Fucking her!! His cock was sliding right up her pussy! He didn't care that he didn't know her from Adam, that he was fucking a complete stranger. In that hormone-drenched moment, all that mattered was that it was pussy, hot and wet and eager.
Jacky stopped bearing down and, whimpering in delight, lifted her cunt, making the tube slide up his cock, making the flattened folds bump over the brim of his cockhead, making the corrugations tug at it, tease it. The friction of all that meat sliding out of her, the terrific suction that it made, drew her whole, seething pussy far from her body, like the lips of some puckering, drooling chimp about a great, greasy red banana.
"OH! OH!" he cried as the heady fumes of her broached cunt wafted up into his face, as the flow of her juice, hot and slick, cascaded down over his tender balls.
"FUCK ME, CHET! FUCK ME!! " she beseeched him, dropping her pussy back down his shaft, her tummy rippling from the thrills the impalement gave her, her tummy actually pushing out visibly from the girth of the tool that inflamed her.
He pussy slid down much easier the second time ... and much, much further down on his cock. No longer were the swollen labia in the way. Both pair of them were plastered back against her mound. The mouth of her cunt smooched down to two inches above the broad root of his penis, where it came to a squeaking halt.
Chet flipped his hips gently, rearing back and thrusting upwards.
"YEEEEE!! " Jacky squealed, as his cock drove home, as he put it all to her, as her tender labia were rasped by the coarse pubes about the base of his cock.
He was in her to the hairs. Her cunt mouth sucked upon the glistening cock root. Waves of pleasure, blazing hot and alive with tingling, electric current, broke over Chet's face, the buried tip of his cock, the tightly clamped ring of his anus.
"SO GOOD ... OH, SO GOOD," he muttered, dragging his cock from her and slamming it back.
"YEEEEEM!" she repeated, as his bristling pubis butted the apex of her slit, bumped right into her hot little clit.
The sound of her ecstasy made Chet's scalp crawl. He began to work his hips in a slow, even rhythm, slogging his massive cock up her quivering pussy, watching eagerly the effect it had on her.
Jacky, her long stifled hunger finally realized, jerked about on the shaft of his cock like a puppet. Every time the boy drew back his cock, she whined through her nose and clutched her breasts, digging her nails into the stiff nipples, and her stomach rolled rhythmically, causing the slippery sheath of her pussy to suck and milk his cockhead. When he socked his cock to her, driving it in to the hilt, she went completely berserk, snapping her hips wildly, grinding the entrance of her pussy down on his root, begging him to do it again.
"OOOOOOH, HONEY! HONEY!" she said, flipping her hips in a churning oval that forced his cock to slip out of her cunt an inch and then slam back inside. "YEEEEEE!! ! OOOOOH. FUCK ME, CHET! MY STUD!! MY LOVER!! YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR COCK!! IT'S SO BIG! KILL ME, CHET!! KILL MEM"
Chet's hips sped up, making his cock dart in and out in mind-bending, tip to root thrusts. Her pussy sputtered and slid about the driving shaft, sending spray after spray of fragrant lubricant gushing over his balls, his thighs.
"AAAGGGHH!" Jacky howled. "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!! " The gyrating woman's face was flushed a deep red, her eyes looked out, but were unfocused, glazed with fuck fever.
Chet redoubled his efforts, bashing his cock into her jibbering cunt as fast as he could, reaching forward with a shaking hand and putting his palm on her heaving tummy, just above her dewy fuzz. He shivered as he felt his cock pumping, felt it right through the wall of her stomach. He had to bite the tip of his tongue to keep from squirting. Then he moved his hand down to cover the moist, bobbing triangle of her pubic hairs. He slid his thumb lower still, down over the summit of her overstuffed cunt.
"HONEY!! " she cried.
His thumb slipped into the hot, wet apex of her slit and touched the hard button of her clit, nudging it.
"GOD!! OH, GOD!! " Jacky screeched as the unstoppable explosions began. Her whole crotch convulsed; her body was racked by a delicious, turbulent eruption. Totally out of control and oblivious to the hazard Chet's immense cock presented to her tightly stretched pussy, she began to hump like a mad-woman. Her flexing cunt was a diving blur over the boy's cock.
"JEEEEEZH" Chet croaked, stunned by the power of her milking, by the speed with which she fucked him. It was as if there was always a hot pussy spitted to the root of his penis ... that was how fast she screwed him. She made her cunt flip so quickly that he could not tell what was a thrust and what was a parry. All he knew was that the slippery sucking walls of her pussy were rippling over the length of his meat, teasing the orgasm out of him.
By then all the tongue-biting in the world couldn't have kept him from squirting. He was over the brink. Flocks of large birds flapped their way out of his twitching anus, their soft wingtips brushing the inside of his sphincter. His boy's ass leaped up from the bed, slamming his cumming cock into her trembling cunt.
"OOOOOH, YEEEEEEM!" she hissed. "GIVE IT TO ME, HONEY!! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!! ! "
"UHHH! UHHHHHM!" he wailed as the first teeming pulse of cum shot up his cock and hurtled into the quivering depths of her pussy.
"YESSSSSS!! ! " she cried as the white-hot dollop spattered her tubes. She reached behind her pumping ass and clutched his orgasming balls in her hand, milking them passionately. "ALL OF IT!! ! ALL OF IT!! ! " she begged him.
Chet's world dissolved in a haze of red. Tremors of joy raced up and down his cock as he sent volley after volley of bubbling sperm up her pussy. It was a million times better than he imagined. A billion times!
"CHET!" Jacky cried. "CHET, LOOK!! "
The young man stared down at the slipping, sliding meat. All he could see was the glistening red root of his cock and the distended mouth of her pussy.
"LOOK!! " she warbled, tearing her cunt from his still-spurting cock.
Chet gasped as he saw his own penis, completely drenched with a mixture of pussy juice and sperm, aimed right at the ravaged maw of her sex. Even as he tried to hold back, the muscles behind his balls flexed, sending another charge of cum flying up his cock; even as the dammed-up reservoir of semen and lubricant rushed from the entrance to her pussy, slipping in a white wave over her round ass-cheeks, Jacky grabbed hold of the neck of his cock, holding it dead on target.
"YEEEEEEE!! ! " she screeched as the boiling gobbets spattered her peeled back labia, her raging clit, her damp pubes, the whole angry vortex of her cunt.
Chet groaned and her fingers massaged his balls insistently, bringing yet another pulse, and another, and another. Spurt after pale spurt arched into her mound, over her thighs, her buttocks, and every shower of milky egg flesh sent her off into oblivion, tumbling backward and down, head over heels into the bottomless pit.
When Jacky opened her eyes, she was lying on her back on the couch, one leg thrown up over the back of it, the other splayed so her foot touched the floor. Between her lewdly parted thighs was Chet, Chet rutting into her wet pussy, fucking her yet another time. His cock was hard again, if it ever got soft, but it didn't seem so awfully huge anymore, as she had stretched out considerably and was sopping wet from the deluge of his semen and her own flow of juice. His mouth was all over her nipples, sucking, biting at them, pulling them far from the tips of the snow white cones, making them wrinkle up, making them stand up like tiny sausages. The smell of fucking, raw and savage, was thick in the air and the sluicing pressure of his big penis sliding over her clit, filling and emptying her cunt, his balls smacking into her slick buttocks, made her shiver and hunch up into his bone-jarring thrusts, sheathing his cock greedily in her sputtering cunt.
Nothing had ever felt so good to her. All that hard young meat was slamming into her and her hands were clutching his muscular buttocks, guiding them, urging them on as they bobbed and weaved, pumping the rod of stony flesh into her belly. Moaning like a bitch in heat, she lifted her knees, tipping her pussy up for him, giving him access to every inch of her quivering channel.
"UHHHHHHNNNNFFF!" he grunted, his eyes rolling up in his head as the tip of his cock plowed new ground, as it probed the very back of her womb.
To Jacky, it felt like he was going to fuck right through her, like that big cock was going to pop up into her mouth. She whimpered and lifted her legs higher, tucking her knees into his armpits, holding her feet almost straight up in the air.
Then he was cumming again, snorting and sniffing into her tits as he ruthlessly sawed his spurting cock through the fluttering grip of her pussy. The boiling waves washed her cunt again and again, she was thrown over the brink, cumming around the powerfully throbbing cock, her pussy milking, sucking the semen from it with wringing contractions.
She prayed that he'd never stop, that he'd keep on squirting, keep on fucking into her cunt.
Her legs slipped about his back and locked tight about it, holding on for dear life as the skyrockets zoomed between her ears, as the cum joy leveled her consciousness.
Even as she tumbled backwards again, drenched in ecstasy, she heard the boy whining into her glistening nipples.
"I LOVE YOU!" he croaked. "I LOVE YOU!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Jacky was more than a bit awed by her success in the seduction department. She had a real time of it trying to get Chet to leave her alone ... and to leave, period. Every time she'd hint that it was getting late, he'd give her the "moony eye" and mumble something about how much he adored her, how he couldn't stand to take his hands off her. They fucked five times in less than two hours, and though the poor boy was visibly exhausted, his face wan, his cheeks drawn from the effort of the non stop lovemaking, he still wanted more. His cock was plenty hard enough, too, but it was rubbed a bright, fiery red, like it's been slow baked, and every time it throbbed, he winced and groaned softly.
In order to get rid of him, Jacky had to promise to see him again soon. It was five p.m. when she closed the door in his face. She leaned back against the door and giggled, hugging herself, basking in the serene afterglow of her multiple orgasms. After a bit, she went into the bathroom and ran a hot tub for herself. As she waited for it to fill, she examined herself in the mirror, putting her hands under her breasts, scooping them up. There were angry red splotches all over her tits, especially around her nipples. Red splotches from his sucking lips. The more Chet had fucked her, the hotter he'd gotten, until he was like a wild man on top of her. She closed her eyes, remembering how it had been, and had to reach back to steady herself as the wave of sensation engulfed her.
Moaning, she opened her eyes and looked down at her pussy. Never had it ever looked so puffy, so ruthlessly used. The fat petals were swollen tight, pouting out from her fork, offering no obstruction to anything that wanted to go up her much-fucked pussy. Indeed, toward the end, he didn't even have to aim his cock when he plunged it into her. All he had to do was hunch in the general direction of her cunt and like magic, his big rod would slip home. Her whole crotch showed the aftermath of the repeated sex: her pubic hair was matted with dried semen, like clots of library paste, plastered to her pubis with her slippery love juice; there was spent cum all down her buttocks and thighs in gummy rivulets, thighs in gummy rivulets.
It felt good to slip into the hot tub. She immersed herself, sitting back, leaning her head against the back of the tub. As she lay there, enveloped in searing heat, she suddenly began to cum a little bit, not a lot, just a delightful flickering between her thighs.
"OOHHHHH!" she groaned, sliding her hands down over her tummy, down over her fat pussy. For the first time in her life, she realized what it was like to be totally satisfied, to have cum so many times in succession that just thinking about what she had done, what had been done to her, brought on the delicious orgasmic thrill.
She had never really considered that only a young man could give her that kind of intense pleasure. For one thing, her sexual experience was extremely limited. She'd been a virgin when she married Roy. Having no firsthand information, she relied on wives' tales, motion pictures and books to give her the facts. As a result, she ended up subscribing to the much-touted theory that it is an older man who makes the most satisfying lover, an older man who can fuck and fuck and keep from cumming while she cums all over herself, who can hold off until she's climbing the walls. Not so! Chet had shown her that what she really craved was a young stud, repeated male orgasms, jackrabbit-quick fucking, gusher after gusher of lust quenching semen surging up her cunt. That was the kind of action an older man could never pull off ... not without having a coronary in the bargain. Even more exciting than the ability to provide sperm by the bucket was the sheer animal dynamism of his ardor. There was a frantic urgency in the way he'd taken her. . . like a tomcat who'd cornered a pussy in heat in a vacant lot, Chet had sunk his teeth in and refused to let go until his body gave out. Jacky had laid there and accepted it all, wallowing in her own lewd ecstasy, running her fingers over Chet's hard, smooth young body. She had been the ultimate seductress, Cleopatra, Salome, Pelihla, and had loved it.
Jacky was smart enough to know, too, that it was the novelty of screwing a strange woman for the first time that put wings to Chet's beebee butt, as much as any particular talent she possessed. She realized that the fun was in the seduction, the conquest and that fucking Chet again, while it might be diverting, probably wouldn't come up to the initial experience.
Whereas before, she was a woman without clearly defined goals, without a game plan, Jacky was suddenly a lady with a purpose. That she hadn't seen the forest for the trees before he had astounded her. She was living not two blocks away from a high school, a high school crammed with hot young studs, and she'd been too busy with her boutique and feeling sorry for herself to notice, to avail herself of the sweet solace that was there for the taking. The young men of Amory High were perfect for her needs in every respect. They were just coming "of age," almost completely at the mercy of their glands, horny as hell, eager to learn, and above all, naive enough to keep their mouths shut if she told them to. If things got sticky in that regard, she could always cry "Rape!" She knew that would send even the most courageous of them scurrying off with their tails between their legs ... and their lips forever sealed.
A broad smile spread across her lovely face. She knew exactly who was going to be her next "conquest."
When Jacky arose the next morning, her thoughts were only of Lyle Bertram, her paper boy. Sunday, and specifically that Sunday, was collection day for the paper boy. She'd always been intrigued by Lyle. He seemed so backward for a kid his age. He was the same age as Chet, but mentally he was barely into his teens. Most guys eighteen weren't still messing around with nickel-dime paper routes. Their spare time was spent chasing girls ... not new subscriptions. Lyle was a skinny, toe-headed boy who was just beginning to get his growth, to shoot up all ungainly and awkward, his voice getting husky and deep. There was something decidedly surly about him, in the way he snatched the payment check from her, in the way he pretended to be way too busy to spend a minute talking. It was an affected arrogance that didn't seem to fit in with his lack of maturity. Despite his ill manners, he was a handsome boy and Jacky had always felt somehow attracted to him.
All that night, she imagined Lyle having sex, sex the only way a weird, introverted kid like him could have it ... by himself. She imagined him locked in the bathroom, hunched over as he sat on the toilet, his grubby fist wrapped tightly about his thick, ruddy penis, his breath coming in little gasps as he neared the finish. She imagined herself breaking in on him just as he started to climax, dropping to her knees in front of him and begging the awestruck boy to spray her face, her open mouth with his pearly semen. She wanted to take the spurting head between her lips and feel the boiling stuff gush down her throat, to suck his cock and lick his fat young balls until he went crazy, until he started fucking her face, hunching into it like a maniac. Only then, when she really had him going, would she let him put his cock in her pussy.
The idea of debauching such a young guy really got her juices flowing. So much so that by morning, her whole fork was all tacky and matted from dried lubricant. She padded off to the bathroom and used a washcloth to freshen up with. It was only as she was wringing out the cloth that she happened to glance over at the counter top and see a tube of lipstick sitting there. Lipstick! Suddenly she knew just how she was going to drive the little man wild, just how she would get him so hot to trot that she'd do anything she wanted, even to the point of using his teenage tongue on her pussy. She slipped out of her negligee and snatched up the lipstick, putting her bare foot on the toilet seat and turning so she could see herself in the bathroom mirror. She put her fingertips to her pudenda, pushing aside the damp, wispy curls of light brown hair that fringed her petulant pink labia. They were sexy, all right, still puffy from the brutal battering they'd taken the day before, but soon they would be sexier still.
Jacky unscrewed the lipstick, twisting the knob at the bottom of the shiny brass case, making the crimson tip appear in the open end. It was a sharply pointed tip, a dog dick tip, and when she touched the apex of her labia with it, leaving a greasy red splotch, she let out a little cry. It not only looked good; it felt good, too. Moaning balefully, she dabbed at her pussy with the lipstick, sweeping the soft, buttery tip round and round her pouting slit, painting the inner and outer petals of her pussy a lurid, savage red. When she was done, her cunt was a shocking pair of brilliant brackets between her legs, lewdly glistening parentheses, and her knees were shaking with excitement.
So nasty! she thought, shivering, closing her thighs, then throwing them open, exposing the gaudy, crimson target. The red smeared a bit down over the insides of her plump buttocks, but that only made the overall effect more salacious.
The ringing of the doorbell startled her half out of her mind. He was there already! Her heart pounding, she grabbed up a lavender, velour shortie bathrobe and slipped it on as she hurried to the door. She unhooked the safety chain ... there would be no games of that kind this time ... and threw the door open.
"Oh," she said in disappointment.
The young man who stood on her front porch was not Lyle Bertram, though he had the same lanky, sun-bleached blonde hair, the same piercing blue eyes, the same thick, sensual lips. He wore a skin tight black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his shoulders. On his left forearm were tattooed the words: "Born to Lose."
"Hey, I'm Lyle's brother, Larry," he said, his bored expression vanishing for an instant as he gave the leggy, curvy woman the once-over. Then he caught himself. "The brat's sick," he said, "so I'm collecting for him. You owe for the month of August."
Larry was a good three years older than his brother and Jacky could see where the younger Bertram had gotten the model for his arrogant manner. Larry's mouth was twisted by an insolent sneer. He was acting more like a collector for a loan shark than a guy helping out his kid brother.
"Sorry to hear that Lyle's sick," she said. "What's he got?" She stuck her hands in the pockets of her robe, knowing full well that by doing that, she made the lapels flare alarmingly, giving the young man a breathtaking glimpse of her deep, silky cleavage.
Larry looked at her tits, making no pretense of doing anything else. When he spoke, he spoke to her breasts, his upper lip curling back at the corner. "Some kind of flu, I don't know. The brat's barfing his brains out. Mostly dry heaving now." Larry grinned. "Didn't have much upstairs to barf."
Jacky didn't smile at Larry's joke. She was busy thinking, thinking that maybe Larry would do as a "conquest," that maybe he could take his brother's place in more ways than one.
"Do you always come to the door like that?" he asked, smirking at her legs.
"like what?" she said.
He laughed and shook his head. "Hey, I know you ain't got nothing on under that thing. I ain't stupid."
"You're wrong," she said. "I do have something on."
He looked at the little stubs of her erect nipples poking out against the lavender velour and smirked again. "Oh, yeah," he said sarcastically.
"Look," she said crossly, "it really doesn't matter to me what you think." Then she read his mind: "And there's no way you're going to find out for sure. Wait there while I get my purse."
As she walked away from him, she swung her bottom sexily, making her buttocks roll provocatively under the fabric. Of course, she had nothing on underneath it! There was no way the round, firm moons of her ass would move like that if she had so much as a stitch on! She was zinging him, baiting him, trying to get his dander up. She succeeded ... a bit more than she'd counted on.
When she reached the end table by the sofa where her purse lay, a pair of hands slipped around the sides of her rib cage, fingers sliding up over the heavy mounds of her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them familiarly. A thrill shot straight from her captive nipples to her fork, but she stifled it. Not yet, not yet.
"Hey!! " she snarled, lashing out with her fingernails, scratching the backs of the marauding hands.
"Yow!" Larry yelped, jumping back.
Jacky whirled on him. "You bastard! You slimy little bastard!! " she cried, menacing him with her talons.
"Hey, lady! Wow!" Larry exclaimed, protecting his face with his arms. "Wow!" I didn't mean nothing by it!! "
"I think I'm going to call the cops," she said, matter-of-factly, turning toward the phone.
"Holy crap!" Larry groaned. "Lady! It was just a joke! A joke!! "
It was her turn to smirk at him. All his teenage bravado, his tough guy bluster, was gone, and what was left was extremely pathetic.
"Underneath it all, you really are a twerp, aren't you?" she said, her hand on the phone.
Larry swallowed hard. His tan face was very pale. "Yeah, lady," he said, unevenly, "I'm that. Whatever you say."
"Why did you touch me like that?" she demanded.
"Huh?" Larry said, incredulously.
"Why did you touch me?" she repeated, lifting the phone from the receiver.
"I uhh just wanted to see," he said, "if you had anything on..."
"And?"
He grinned, then caught himself. "Nope," he said, trying not to look as smug as he felt.
"Do you go around grabbing the tits of all of Lyle's customers?"
"Look, lady, I really am sorry," he said, not meaning it. "But you got some extra fine looking jugs and I had what you call an 'overwhelming impulse' to give 'em a feel. Man, they are something!"
Jacky wasn't really fishing for compliments from the young man. She was trying to get him to talk about how sexy she was because she knew it would work him up further, giving him a tiny bit of hope that she might be interested.
"I've always thought they were a bit too large," she said. "They make me top heavy."
Larry leered at her tits. "No way," he said. "I swear to God I love 'em."
She gave him a strange look.
"I've never felt tits like those," he went on, talking faster. "Hell, I couldn't even get my whole hand around 'em. And when I squeezed 'em, it was like squeezing big soft pillows. If you hadn't stopped me, I have had my fingers on 'em, I'd have been pinching those hot nipples for sure."
Jacky shivered. She could almost feel his fingers plucking at her buds, twisting and turning the little stubs of meat as his palms massaged her lush breasts. From the look on his face, Larry, too, was getting hot. There was a kind of feverishness to his eyes and tiny beads of sweat appeared just above his upper lip. It was time to get down to business. Jacky felt nervous, but there was no fear. She already knew she had the young man; the look on his face told her that.
"Would you like to see them?" she said, softly.
"Huh?! "
"If you promise to stand right where you are, if you promise to stay there," she told him, "I might let you have a tiny peek."
"Lady, I am nailed to the spot," he said, the flush in his cheeks growing more intense, his breathing deepening.
"Not a muscle," she said, putting down the phone and taking hold of her lapels in both hands. Slowly, she pulled the top half of her robe open, exposing the sleek, fat sides of her tits, then the wrinkly pink nipples, pointing tiny accusing stubs at his face. She pulled the lapels all the way around the outside of her breasts, thrusting her chest out.
"Holy Moley!" Larry groaned, closing his eyes tight, then snapping them open. His fingers were moving anxiously at his thighs and between his legs. The big, protruding lump behind his fly began to pulse ominously.
Jacky scooped up her tits, letting the nipples peek out between her fingers, mashing the silken globes up against her chest, making them flatten out into perfect harvest moons. "OOOOOOH," she said, softly, her eyelids fluttering.
Larry made a growling sound and started to move toward her. The sight of her taking pleasure from fondling herself was more than he could bear.
"No!" she cried, stamping her foot. Even though her tits were cradled in her hands, they flounced delectably like Jello on a plate.
Larry froze. The need in his eyes was awesome to behold. He wanted her in the worst way. The great, throbbing log crammed down his right pant leg was living proof of his animal arousal.
Jacky glanced down at his jean-shrouded penis. Against the faded denim, she could make out the features of it: the fat snout, the thick shaft, even the faint outline of the soda straw veins that marbled it. She raised her eyes to his face.
"I told you not to move," she said.
"I uhh, I uhh," he said, licking his lips, unable to look up from her breasts, his cock pulsing idiotically against his thigh.
"You really are a bad boy," she said, "and I should call the police on you before you attack some poor housewife who can't defend herself ... "
Larry groaned, rolling his eyes up in his head so only the whites showed.
"What's the matter? Don't you want to go to jail?"
Larry squirmed, standing up, like a nightcrawler on a fish hook. She had him, had him but good.
"If I don't call the police, will you promise to really obey me? Do exactly what I say?"
Larry nodded brusquely.
She gave him a skeptical look. "If you mess up again," she said, "I will call them. Got it?"
Again, Larry nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Good. Now get down on the floor. Down on your knees."
The young man just gawked at her.
"Is there something wrong with your ears? Down on your knees."
The young man just gawked at her.
"Is there something wrong with your ears? Down, I said. Down, boy." She pointed an imperious finger toward the rug.
Larry slowly obeyed, going down on one knee and then the other, glaring at her as he did so. Jacky wanted to laugh at him, but she did not, not yet. She had to maintain her control over herself, over him for a little while longer. She was very pleased that the surly young man was so malleable, though. They both knew that the "hold" she had on him was so much bluster, that a complaint by her to the police would come to nothing, but still he willingly was playing along with her, keeping his eyes on the prize. She wondered, and not without a certain thrill between her legs, how far the kid would go to get what he wanted.
"Lower!" she snapped, indicating that he should put his hands on the floor and bow his head in a gesture of subservience.
This he did, dropping his chin to the floor and glowering up at her from under his eyebrows. He didn't look at all happy.
"Comfy?" she asked.
Larry made a grumbling sound.
"Good. Now, I'm going to show you something nice," she told him, moving back, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa's well-padded arm. Again, she felt like laughing. He was truly a ridiculous sight with his butt sticking up in the air and his face to the rug and his stony hard cock throbbing all the way down to his knee. She didn't laugh, though. Instead, she took hold of the lower part of her robe's lapels, the part that still covered her waist, hips and thighs, and let it slip open a bit.
"OOOHHH!" Larry moaned into the rug, nearly breaking his neck trying to get a gander at all those smooth legs, at the faint hint of silky butt-cheeks beneath.
Jacky kept her legs crossed and parted the robe further, until she sat there with nothing covering her. Even though her legs were tightly closed, a few downy wisps of pubic hair showed at her crotch, feathering up over her flat lower tummy. Though she was naked below the waist, she wasn't showing him what he wanted to see ... which was everything.
"Damn!" the young man croaked, the muscles in his face jerking from the strain of trying to look up while keeping his chin pinned to the floor.
"Nice, huh?" she said, stroking her long, slim thighs.
Larry only groaned.
"And you were wrong about me not having anything on," she said.
He was staring right at the light brown hairs, at the beginning of the swell of her pubis; he thought he knew better. "Come on!" he said. "The only thing you could be wearing down there is a goddam postage stamp!"
"Wrong!" she said, flinging her knees wide open without warning, flashing her bare cunt at him, showing him the bright red lipstick on the ragged petals.
"Jeez!" he gasped, blinking.
Before he could get a second look, she'd closed her legs.
"What did I tell you?" she asked.
He swallowed the thick saliva, the anticipatory drool that flooded his mouth and said, "Let me see again, please."
"Why not?" she said, parting her thighs, holding one knee up and out, making the lewdly painted lips smirk at him from amid their nest of soft hairs.
Larry made a harsh inarticulate sound and came scooting forward across the rug, his chin pressed tight to the pile. He only moved a foot or so before he realized that he'd committed the big No-no. He meekly scooted back, his eyes locked onto her fat pussy, to the dark, mysterious crack of her ass beneath it.
"That's better," she said, glaring at him. She put her hands to the insides of her thighs and began to stroke upwards, visibly shuddering with pleasure as her fingers neared the pouting slit.
"Dammit!" he moaned into the rug.
Jacky's fingers framed her pudenda, thumb tips touching over her pubic fan, fingertips touching the cheeks of her ass. "Is something wrong?" she asked, giving her whole cunt a lascivious squeeze.
"Let me come closer!" he whined. "Please!"
"Why? What do you want to do?"
"Anything!" he whimpered. "Anything you want!"
"And if I want you to kiss it?"
Larry scooted forward again, his chin cutting a furrow in the deep fuck.
"Wait!" she said, holding up a hand to him. "You have to do exactly as I say, remember?"
He whimpered again.
"I want you to kiss the rug, to lick it all the way over to me," she said, her heart pounding up under her chin, her pussy tingling with sensation. "And then I want you to stop."
The young man hurried to obey her, burying his face in the rug, kissing it passionately, sweeping his tongue over the nap. He looked like a dog hot on a fresh scent and when he finally reached her feet, he'd left behind a snail's trail of drool, a straight line from where he had been to where he was. . Jacky could hear him panting into the rug, but only barely over the roar of the blood in her ears. He was bowing to her! Bowing like a slave! A sexy young slave!
"What I want you to do now," she said, thickly, "is to do the same thing to me. To start at my feet and kiss and lick your way up my thighs. I want you to stop when I tell you, understand?"
Larry nodded into the rug.
"Start!"
The young man pressed his lips to her bare feet, smothering her little painted toes with moist, open mouthed kisses. The feeling was indescribable! Jacky's whole body jerked violently and a tiny spark blossomed between her legs.
"LICK!" she beseeched him. "LICK ME!! "
Larry fell on her toes in a frenzy, sweeping his hot, wet tongue over them, between them, bathing her feet in his slippery slobber. The more he licked, the more excited he got, until he not only looked like a dog on a fresh scent, but sounded like one as well. He bulged, he snorted, he keened, as he worked his way up her slender ankles, up to the smooth flesh of her calves.
Jacky couldn't sit still. She was writhing, squirming, moving her hips on the sofa arm, wiggling whichever leg was not being lapped in the air. It was too tasty, too sexy, and the sloppy sounds of his wet mouth on her knees, behind her knees made chills race up her spine.
"GOD! GOD!! " she gasped, reaching back to support herself as her ravenous lover slathered up to the inside of her thighs, his nose a scant two feet from her gaudily adorned pussy. She lifted her legs and flung them wide apart, giving him access to everything she had.
For the first time in many minutes, Larry opened his eyes. He stared into the greasy lips of her cunt, groaning at the sight of the shining wetness at their nadir, at the seething smell of her aroused pussy. The outer labia were drum-tight, pooching outward, showing the slick inner edge down their entire length. At the bottom of her slit, at the very mouth of her vagina, everything was all sticky, gleaming with love juice. It smeared over her already lipstick-smeared buttocks as she gyrated lewdly. Keeping his eyes on the prize, the young man started sucking his way closer and closer to the lurid gash.
"Yes!" she hissed, trembling to her very core as the tip of his tongue, pointy, red, mobile, lashed an inch from the jutting mound between her legs. Her thighs were spread as far apart as she could possibly spread them, the flat plane of her pubis obscenely offered up to the snuffling teenager. When he buried his nose in the hollow between thigh and buttocks, his tongue sweeping tantalizingly over the latter, Jacky stiffened. A wave of sheer joy engulfed her pussy. Then her tummy started rippling. She was cumming! Cumming already!
Hearing the sudden, shrill intake of air, and knowing the reason why, knowing that his chance was at hand, Larry quickly lifted his face, moved it over a couple of inches until his mouth was directly over the buttery slit, then lowered his head.
Jacky seized his hair in her hand and wrenched his head back before he could get his mouth on her pussy.
"YOW!" he complained.
"I told you," she said, fighting through the delicious surges of pleasure that were drowning her, "to do only as I said."
Larry hadn't been told to whimper, but whimper he did, his nose not three inches from the fragrant, juicy maw, his eyes crazy with hunger. Jacky held him there while she continued to orgasm, reveling in the feel of his hot breath gusting over the tingling flesh of her pussy. Only when she finished did she let him go, and only then with a warning: "Don't move!"
Larry knelt there, slobbering all over himself, wanting with all his soul to plunge his tongue into that slick furrow, to taste the pungent lubricant that welled out of the mouth of her cunt, but holding back because she had demanded it of him.
Jacky felt more alive at that instant than she ever had in all her life. She had totally wiped out the brash young man, turned him into a quivering heap of jelly. It had been so easy! She couldn't help but think that the fellow's bravado was just a front, a cover-up for the weak-willed young twerp he really was. A laugh came bubbling up from her throat at the thought and she didn't stifle it this time. She let it come roaring out, laughing right in Larry's face, holding her pussy under his nose.
As soon as she saw his face darken, she knew she should stop, but the laughter just kept on coming and his fury only made the whole thing funnier. She was adding insult to injury, making an enemy of the guy, but she was practically hysterical.
"COME ON!" she said gaspingly, trying to catch her breath between peals of mirth. She lay back on the arm of the sofa, keeping one foot on the floor and throwing the other across the cushion, splaying her crotch wide open, leaning her arm on the sofa back for support. She was tipping her pussy up for him, offering him everything she had. "KISS IT! SUCK IT!! "
Larry swallowed whatever small bit of pride he had left and threw himself down on her cunt, burying his face in the pliant, sticky petals, the soft, curling hairs. He pressed his mouth to the entrance to her vagina and swept his tongue over the juicy aperture, ticking up the heady lubricant straight from the font.
"UHHHH!" he moaned, rolling his head about madly between her legs, rubbing his lips and tongue over the slick meat.
Jacky writhed shamelessly against the sucking lips, the swirling tongue. He was so hungry! His hunger for the flesh of her pussy, his seething animal passion, was infectious. Jacky shuddered violently as the broad face of his tongue swept over the petulant lips of her pussy, parting them. Feeling like the complete slut, a love goddess, she reached in under her buttocks and put her fingertips to her own wet pussy, pushing it open wider, holding the mouth of her vagina open for him.
Larry didn't have to be asked twice. He stabbed his tongue into her cunt, groaning from the heat, the slickness of the snug passage, corkscrewing it deeper and deeper, lashing over the hard button of her clitoris.
"UHHHH" she howled, her tummy tightening as the wiggling probe pushed up into her cunt, sawing over her thrill center. Her hips started shifting anxiously on the sofa arm, ticking into his face, gently bashing her hairy mound into his forehead.
The young man took the hint and started moving his tongue about faster, pushing it in and out of the gradually stretching channel. In a matter of seconds, she was so wet, so loose, that he was darting his tongue in and out at top speed. When the muscles of his mouth started to fail him, he held his tongue stiff and bobbed his head, using his neck to force the pointed probe in and out.
Jacky let go of her labia. There was no way he could miss her gaping slit now. She grabbed hold of his hair and continued to hunch up from the sofa, driving the rippling sheath of her cunt forward and back over the deeply stabbing tongue, fucking his face maniacally.
It was too much: the squirming tool rasping her clitoris, filling and emptying her cunt, the nasty grunting and groaning between her parted thighs, the hot slobber trickling down over her anus. Jacky shrieked and arched up from the sofa arm, her pussy once again caught in the throes of orgasmic spasm, her mind alight with skyrockets.
"YEEEEEE!" she squealed, the muscles of her tummy going rigid, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on his tongue like an iron fist in a hot buttered velvet glove.
Larry let out a shrill cry, his eyes popping wide open, then he jerked his head back, trying to pull his tongue from the crushing grip of her cunt. All he succeeded in doing was stretching his tongue out like a thick red rubber band. Her pussy held him fast, tugging insistently as climax coursed over it.
Jacky hunched, panting, bashing her pubis into his face, even though his tongue would no longer go in and out She was long gone, tumbling downward in a tight spiral, downward into the abyss.
The young man endured the punishment, though his eyes brimmed with tears. He took it until her pussy relaxed, until the vise-grip about his tongue weakened, then he jerked back, freeing himself.
Jacky peered down at him from over her heaving tummy, her legs were still lewdly splayed, her slick pussy yawning, gaping wide open. The sight of his tears did something to her, something she did not understand. He was fumbling frantically with his fly, moaning as he tried to free the straining length of his cock. She knew that he wanted to fuck her, knew that her pussy was begging for it, but she knew that she wasn't about to give it to him. To her way of thinking, he didn't deserve it. He was too weak-willed, too spineless. What he did deserve was her contempt ... and even more humiliation.
"No!" she snapped, rolling off the sofa and landing on her feet.
Larry looked at her in shock, disbelief, his jaw agape, the red lipstick smeared all over his face.
"I want you to leave now," she said, her hands on her hips, the whole front of her lush body exposed to him.
The young man growled and jammed his hand into his fly, groping for the neck of his rigid penis.
"NO!" she shouted, pulling her robe closed, stomping over to the front door and pushing it open. "Get out! Get out this second or I'll call the police!"
She had used the threat to brow beat him into serving her lewd needs, and now she was using the same threat to drive him away. For an instant she was afraid that she'd gone too far, that threat or not, he would jump on her, attack her, rape her, and in that instant, she was more excited than she'd ever been in her entire life. The pressure in her skull was awesome and she couldn't seem to suck in enough air. She knew that she'd been baiting him all along for a reason, that she couldn't help herself, but she didn't know why. She still didn't know why, but she did know that she was quaking all over at the thought that the worm might turn, that he might resort to violence to get what he wanted.
Then the ecstatic tension lifted. The worm would not turn.
"You stinking prick tease!" Larry cried shrilly, his voice breaking horribly on the last syllable.
"I'm going to count to three," she warned him.
He glared at her, but said no more, zipping up his pants and slinking out the door. He paused on the porch and half turned toward her, every vein in his arms bulging every tendon taut, his hands clenched into fists. It was just beginning to dawn on him how callously he'd been used.
Jacky paid no attention to him. She looked past him, in fact, past him to the street. There was a light blue van parked in front of the house next door. On the side of the van was painted: "SpeeDee Plumbing Service." Jacky wasn't looking at the van so much as the young man who was hefting a tool box into its rear. The guy, who was about Larry's age, had shoulder length, straight blonde hair, and was wearing a pair of white bib front coveralls. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had a gorgeous bronzy suntan.
"Help! Mister! Help, please!" Jacky called to him, much to Larry's dismay and embarrassment.
The plumber turned and squinted over at them, then started walking across the lawn with a purposeful stride.
As the plumber was a good half foot taller and fifty pounds heavier than him, Larry decided that it was time to leave. "You'll get yours, prick tease," he promised her. "I'm going to see to it that you get yours."
Jacky laughed at him. "Tell Lyle I'm sorry he didn't come to collect himself this month," she said. Then she added nastily, "I'm sure he would've collected more than you did."
Larry wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and spat "Stinking cunt!" he snarled.
"Say! What's the trouble here?" the plumber said, coming up the stairs.
Larry pushed past him and took off down the street with murder in his eyes.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Are you all right, lady?" the plumber asked, looking over his shoulder at the fleeing Larry. "That guy didn't hurt you or anything, did he? If you want, I can go drag him back while you call the heat."
Jacky wasn't thinking about the police anymore. And she wasn't thinking about Larry, either. The young man in front of her was really handsome. He had clean, even features and the bare skin of his shoulders, arms and sides was satiny smooth. He was not muscular in a bulky way, but wiry and lithe. He looked like some sort of young, bronze god. She smiled at him fetchingly.
"No. No, thanks. I'm all right," she said. After a pregnant pause, she added, "Now."
The plumber nodded as if he understood, but there was confusion in his blue eyes. He glanced at the womanly swell of her breasts, then looked at his boots, scratching his head, showing her the tuft of light brown hair under his arm.
Jacky felt a sudden, almost overpowering urge to bury her pretty face in that fuzz, to inhale the keen, musky fragrance of his young body. She fidgeted with the lapel of her robe.
"Well," the plumber said, "glad to be of service." He gave her a small smile and turned to go.
"Wait! she said, the word coming out almost too urgent, too desperate. She touched his arm. The silky feel of his skin, the rock-hard meat of his muscle beneath made her dizzy as hell. Jacky felt like she was falling, like her downward course was a continuation, like she had been caught up in some kind of emotional avalanche ever since her experience with Chet. The bottom had dropped out of her world and she was plummeting through the blackness, out of control. She wanted this young man, wanted him with a frantic hunger.
"Ma'am?" the plumber said, looking at her fingers on his shoulder, then at her face.
"Oh! I'm sorry," she said, jerking her hand away. She felt a flush rush to her cheeks. She didn't want to frighten him off by coming on too strong at first. She wanted to get him into her house, where no one could see them, where she could seduce him. "You are a plumber, right?"
He gave her a strange look. "That's what it says on the side of the truck," he said, a little impatiently.
"Oh! Yes! I'm sorry," she said, blushing further. She was blowing it and knew it. She took a deep breath. "What I mean is, are you free right now? I have a pipe I'd like for you to look at."
He gave her the strange look again, then said, "Well, ma'am, we're not supposed to work that way. The trucks are radio dispatched and we're not supposed to go anywhere but where they send us."
Her stomach dropped down around her ankles. She couldn't, she wouldn't let him get away! "It's almost lunch time," she said. "If you took your lunch break while you were looking at my pipe then the company would never have to know and I could pay you under the table. I know you don't get much of the hourly rate."
"Amen!" the young man said, shaking his head. "The company gets sixty percent of the twenty-five bucks an hour."
"Then you'll do it?"
He winced. "I shouldn't because I could get in trouble," he said. "Even fired."
"Please."
The young man licked his lips. "OK, OK," he said. "But if the job runs over a half hour, I'm going to have to leave it."
Jacky smiled at him. She knew that he wouldn't be able to walk away from the job she had in mind for him.
"I have to call the dispatcher and tell him that I'm taking my break," the plumber said. "Be right back."
"I'll leave the door open," Jacky said as he turned to go. "Just come right in."
She walked back into her house and went straight to the kitchen, her head spinning, her pussy tingling. She was going to have him! With trembling fingers, she removed all the odds and ends from her formica kitchen table, the salt and pepper shakers, the napkin holder, everything. She wanted to give him plenty of room to work.
Jacky shivered with excitement when she thought of Larry storming off. He had to know that she was going to fuck the plumber, that she wouldn't fuck him, but was going to fuck the newcomer. He had to know that what he'd done, essentially, was juice up her pussy for the cock of another man. She told herself that the arrogant little bastard deserved every twinge of humiliation.
"Lady?" said the plumber from the porch, calling through the open door into the house.
"Come in," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "In the kitchen."
The plumber stepped into the room, carrying his tool tray. "Where's the problem?" he asked.
Jacky moved to the kitchen sink. "Under here," she said, bending down and opening the cabinet doors directly under the sink, showing him not only the drain pipes and garbage disposal, but a good portion of her sleek breasts as well. The sound of a throat being hastily cleared told her that the view was startling to him, if nothing else.
The plumber quickly bent down, squatting beside her, trying to look at the pipes and not her tits. "What's the matter?" he asked.
She stood up, remaining quite close to him, sticking her hands in the pockets of her robe. Once again the front of the garment flared open, the full length of her smooth legs, from ankle to upper thigh, becoming visible in the yawning gap.
"Don't you know?" she said.
The plumber looked up, first at her face, then at her long legs. His adam's apple bobbed, his cheeks took on a rosy glow beneath the tan. "Now, look, lady..." he began.
Jacky didn't give him time to say anything more. She opened her robe wider, showing him her naked tummy, hips, the downy fluff of her pubic hair, the fat sexual hummock. She did, however, keep her thighs closed.
"OOOOHHH," the young man croaked, jumping to his feet.
"Don't panic," she told him, reaching out, putting her hands up on his shoulders, stroking them as she leaned into him, mashing her big breasts into his chest. "Relax."
The plumber's eyes closed and he inhaled gaspingly. His nostrils flared. The feel of her tits moving sensuously against his body made his face turn beet red. He made no move to touch her back, nor to move away.
"This won't hurt a bit, I promise," she said, unfastening the buttons that held up the bib front overalls.
The garment slipped from his torso and he groaned as she pulled open the top of her robe and pressed her bare breasts against his skin, as the hard, hot nipples teased his flesh.
"OOOOOH, YES," she cooed, dragging her tits over him as she worked the overalls down over his hips. "THAT'S NICE, ISN'T IT?" She could feel the sudden surge of heat coming off his crotch, the pulsing length of his penis pushing against her hip and thigh.
"Lady," he protested weakly, his hands covering hers but not stopping her from pulling down his pants.
Jacky was in near terminal heat, and when she got a look at the plumber's cock, her libido went right through the roof. It was huge! Huge and smooth and pink! The head had a great spongy rim and the skin covering it was drawn so tight that it looked like an over-inflated balloon; it had a gleaming sheen to it. It was thick, too, especially at the root, where a dense mat of light brown hair ringed it and half-hid the wrinkly pink bag of his scrotum. Moaning like a banshee, she threw her body against his, trapping his penis between them, trapping the bulbous, burning head between her ample breasts.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHH," he howled, his arms slipping about her waist, his hands fumbling with the hem of her short robe, slipping in under it, then cupping the saucy, bare mounds of her ass.
She kissed him, then, sticking her tongue into his mouth, licking his tongue, the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth in wild swirling caresses. When she pulled back, they both were panting hard, their eyeballs glazed, bloodshot from the fever raging in their veins.
"My pipe," she said, huskily. "I want you to look at my pipe."
The hot young plumber blinked at her, again not understanding the game, still, thinking that the problem was with her sink instead of her pussy.
Jacky put her hands to his chest and pushed free of him, turning, letting the robe slip from her shoulders as she stepped over to the kitchen table.
"Man!" he gasped, as he took in the sleek curves of her body, the narrowness of her waist, the rounded smoothness of her womanly buttocks, the length of her legs. His cock was a lewdly pulsing tree limb sticking out from his loins at a right angle; his balls were snuggled uptight to his crotch, ready to squirt.
She turned toward him, standing on tiptoes as she put her buttocks up against the table. She squirmed onto the table, using her hands to push herself back from the edge and into its center. Her heavy-tipped breasts swayed delectably. Her thighs rubbed together incitingly.
The plumber let out a choked groan as the lovely woman lay back, as she opened her legs to him. He stared into her silky fork for a long moment, eyes bulging as he took in the fat, pinkly parted lips of her vagina, the obviously just sucked lips still shining with love juice, the slobber-matted curls of her pubic hair, and, above all, the smeared lipstick that covered not only her whole pubic mound but the insides of her thighs as well. He could see everything she had, even the tiny ring of her anus nestled in the deep bun valley below her gaping slit, and it moved him. His eyes snapped shut, then opened, and his hand dropped to the shaft of his cock, wrapped around it tightly and began pumping. Beads of milky white appeared in the slot in his bobbing cockhead and the head, itself, was darkening, taking on a purplish color from the strangling grip of his fingers.
"Can't you think of anyplace else you'd rather put that?" Jacky asked, peering around her uplifted thigh at him.
The plumber's big cock lurched in his grip and a big drop of pre-cum broke free of the slot and rolled down the underside of his bulb, down through the angry drapery of his thrill center and over the back of his hand.
"I bet you can think of someplace else," she said, opening her knees a bit more, making the whole plane of her pudenda flatten, making the lips of her pussy slip further apart, showing him the creamy pink flesh of her tube.
The plumber lunged at her, bending his cock down, ready to slip it right up her pussy.
"Wait!" she said, covering her yawning slit with her hand. His penis bulb mashed against it. smearing the sticky goo over her knuckles. "What makes you think you can just go barging in anywhere you please?" The plumber frowned.
"You've got to be polite, darling," she said, extending her long legs, hooking the backs of her ankles over his shoulders. She pulled him toward her, making him lean over the table.
"Hey!" he said, putting his hands down flat on the table, pushing back against the strength of her legs once he saw where she was trying to make him plant his face.
She paused, not giving ground, but not trying to gain more. "Well, what's the matter?"
"Huh?" he said, blinking down at her angry cunt.
"Don't you think you ought to kiss it a bit first?" she said. "To show it how much you appreciate it."
The young man made a face and swallowed.
"Well?"
"It looks like someone else has already kissed the hell out of it," he said.
"It could use some more."
"If you think I'm going to put my mouth on that, you're crazy!"
"Why don't you want to? Are you afraid of germs? Are you afraid that it'll taste bad? It won't. It's like sugar. And it won't bite back, either." She gently pulled with her legs.
"No!" the plumber said, resisting her.
"If you want to fuck me," she told him, reaching down and touching the bloated head of his penis, pinching the furious strip of skin just under his wet slot, "you're going to have to kiss it."
"Uhhhh," the young man groaned, his hips flipping automatically as the pinching fingers unleashed a torrent of pleasure in his cock.
"Kiss it nice." She pulled again. This time his resistance was noticeably weaker.
As his nose neared the ruddy flanges of her cunt, his face turned beet red. The scent of her much-aroused pussy was wafting over him, bathing him in its raw funk.
"Kiss it."
The plumber, his chest heaving with excitement, his cock pounding on his chest, the bulb going smack! smack! against his sternum, moved forward without any more prodding on her part. His hands slid up the insides of her long legs, to slip under her fat buns, to cup them.
"OOOOH, THAT'S BETTER! THAT'S IT," she cooed, throwing her legs wide apart and lifting her feet high in the air.
The young man made a garbled growling sound and dropped his head between her thighs, pressing his mouth onto the crisp nest of her pubes. The scent, the flavor of her pussy, exploded in his mouth, racking his brain. It was tart, tangy and very, very musky. He began kissing the fat mound passionately, smothering the downy bush with his lips, his tongue, working faster and faster as he felt the pudgy petals smooching further apart from the pressure of his mouth.
"OOOOOH, YESSSSSSS!" Jacky hissed, letting him do to her as he wished, delighting in the feel of his hands clutching, squeezing her ass, in the feel of his lips kissing wetly so close to her clitoris.
The plumber snorted into her fat pudenda, his cock twanging like a plucked bowstring.
"LOWER, LOVER! LOWER!" she pleaded, shifting her hips. "DO ME LOWER!"
The young man, his nose pressed into the summit of her mound, shut his eyes tight and swirled his tongue lower, over the top of her slit. The tip of his tongue touched super hot super-slick flesh.
"YESSSSS!! ! " she whined, taking hold of his ears and pulling down hard as she rolled herself up, digging her knees into the soft peaks of her breasts.
Even as the flavor rasped his palate, a taste so much stronger than that of her hummock, a taste that set his mouth slobbering and his heart pounding, his mouth was drawn down over the swollen lips of her sex. They were so soft, so pliant, so hot! They parted over the tip of his nose and smooched out over his mouth, smearing a viscous, musky lubricant over his lips, his cheeks, his chin. He stabbed out with his tongue and touched the slippery gully, the seething trough that led to her vagina.
"GET IT! GET IT!! " Jacky cried, lifting her legs higher, mashing her knees into her tits harder, making them flatten, spreading over her chest, tipping her cunt up against his chin.
The plumber's tongue slid down the juicy, funky valley, and found there the entrance to her cunt. It lay there amid the foxy folds like a moist little cave. Moaning through his nose, the young man thrust out, driving his tongue into her cunt. The dripping drapes parted over its tip, as did the sexy rippling walls. In an instant, he had shoved all his tongue to her and was lashing it back and forth, twisting it wildly about inside her, sweeping it across the hot corrugations, the febrile ridges, grinding his chin down on the red hot button of her ass.
Jacky stiffened as he spitted her, throwing her head back, arching her neck, making her silky hair fly. "OOOOOH! OHHHHHHHH!" she wailed, hauling his face into her cunt harder, her hips falling into a lascivious, rolling rhythm.
The plumber could not believe the sensation as her slick pussy began to slide up and down his tongue. Her tube was so hot and wet with juice that he thought he was going to flip out then and there.
"OOOOOH, LOVER ... LOVER, SUCK IT! SUCK IT!! " she bawled, her feet kicking in the air, her fingers interlacing behind his head, holding him tight against her cunt.
The plumber sucked at the flexing hole while he drove his tongue through it. Cunt juice filled his mouth and ran streaming over his chin and down his neck.
"UHHHH!! UHHHHHHH!!!" Jacky yelped, her ass jerking from his grip and bashing violently into his mouth.
The young man could tell she was cumming. He could feel the convulsive spasm upon the root of his tongue, feel the rippling movement of her cunt muscles milking the length of it. He hung on to her butt-cheeks for dear life while the orgasming pussy sprayed juice and slobber all over his face. , She kept on cumming and cumming like she'd never stop. Keening and shrieking, Jacky writhed on the kitchen table, her hips churning and pumping, her stomach rippling with contractions. Standing there with a face full of tumescent pussy, the plumber decided that he liked it a lot. He liked the way it felt on his face, the way it tasted, the way it smelled. He liked it so much that even after Jacky's seizures had passed, after he had removed his tongue from her channel, he continued to lick and gnaw at the puffy labia, poking at the oily marble of her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.
Jacky shivered as she watched him perform on her, watched his smooth, boyish face, smeared with her goo and a faint patina of lipstick, decorated with her stray pubic hairs, burrowing into her gaping flaps, his tongue flipping over her cunt, drawing teasing circles around it. Every time his tongue tip swept in under the mouth of her pussy, tickling between the open hole and the tiny puckering ring of her anus, she let out a little squeak of excitement.
The plumber noticed this ... he couldn't really help it, as each yelp was punctuated by a savage snap of her hips in his direction ... and, his inhibitions apparently gone, put his thumbs to the insides of her buttocks and spread them wide, then dropped his open mouth right on her pore.
"YEEEEE!! ! " the woman screeched, squirming frantically, ecstatically as his tongue lashed over her fundament. He was prodding it, poking it animalishly, as if he wanted to shove right up into her rectum with it. Before he stopped his ass licking, he had brought her off a second time.
Panting, he pushed back, looking up from his funky feast and grinning at her.
"I think it's time we gave...." She reached down and caught the head of his cock again. " ... him a home."
The plumber's eyes narrowed to slits as she tugged on his hard meat. He let her use his cock like a leash to pull him closer. He stood there, his balls resting on the edge of the formica table top, separated from her only by the length of it as she passionately masturbated him.
"SUCH A BIG COCK," she moaned, tugging him closer, brushing the wide head against her sticky labia, her soft hairs. "OOOOH, AND SO HOT!"
He let go of her ass-cheeks and slipped his hands under her knees, grabbing both her tits, capturing her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, pinching them.
"HARDER, LOVER. PINCH THEM HARDER," she cried, slitting her eyes against the pleasure he was giving her.
The plumber obeyed, giving her nipples a much rougher treatment than he would've thought could be pleasurable. He tugged them far from her heavy globes and shoo v them, causing the pale domes to quiver and tremble deliciously.
Jacky's right leg came down and locked about his waist and her fingers pushed his cockhead toward the entrance to her cunt. "How does that feel?" she asked, her eyes blazing with lust.
"God!" the young man said, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth as the amazing heat and slipperiness of her pussy gobbled his bulb.
She sort of leaned against him, throwing her legs out, driving his cock up her slick cunt.
As the first marvelous ridge slipped down over the head of his cock, tugging deliciously at his nerve bundle, the plumber's world disappeared behind a glowing red mist, behind a curtain of fuck fever. His entire consciousness was centered in his groin, in the tingling of his dickhead, in the ache in his balls, in the seething need that coursed through his veins. All he could think about, all he could visualize, was the whipping of his penis inside her until he peaked out, until the febrile nut joy consumed him, until he washed her cunt with sticky waves of white. His hips flipped, slamming his heavy cock to the back of her cunt, bottoming out with a painful thump. with an inch of greasy cock root still showing out side her pussy, between the distended lips.
"YEEEEEM!" she warbled as the bulb bashed into her back wall. She attempted to push him back a bit, to push his cock out of her a bit, but he would not be moved. She only succeeded in getting herself flattened, laid out on the cool table top.
The plumber drove his hips into her and, thanks to the shifting of her hips and a new and improved angle of attack, was rewarded with an audible squish as the remainder of his cock surged up into her. Then he was in total control.
Jacky threw her arms about his neck, her legs about the small of his back as his hips went berserk, causing the thick tool to fly in and out of her pussy, causing his sweating pudenda to jackhammer upon her wet mound, the upper surface of the pistoning shaft rasping over her tender clit.
As the table creaked and complained under the humping onslaught, Jacky lifted her legs, sliding them up over his shoulders, giving him access to everything. He buried his face in her perfumed cleavage, mashing her tits about his cheeks pumping on her cunt for all he was worth.
"UH-HUH! UHH! Uh-HEEEEE!! ! UH-HEEEEEEM!" she squealed as the fifth orgasm of the day lifted off the top of her lovely head. Her hips started rolling in a fantastic, swiveling motion that was just a tad slower than his dick thrusting and therefore, just a bit out of phase. The end result was that her cunt sucked on the darting rod, sucked as the cock withdrew and sucked as it entered.
The plumber withstood the marvelous treatment for only about a half dozen root to tip lunges. Then the flocks of snow geese circling anxiously deep in his ass made their bid for freedom. One by one, the great white birds flapping through his convulsing ass-hole, feathery wing tips brushing the rim, and the young man was cumming. His balls exploded in unrestrained joy and the sperm shot out of his cock in high pressure pulses.
"OOOOOOOOH!! " Jacky groaned as the white hot bullets spattered deep in her cunt. Her pussy went into terminal spasm, rippling muscles urging another and yet another spurt of man juice from his madly lunging cock.
Th ;tud kept pummeling her, even after his initial joy faded, after the last pulse of jissum had exited his cock. As his still-erect penis slogged in and out of her sputtering, fuming channel, the turbid load he'd deposited in her was forced out. It ran down over her smooth buttocks in a pearly wave, pooling on the gleaming table top, spreading out, streaming over the edge to hang in pale, yo-yoing droplets.
Jacky hung there, too, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms wrapped about his neck like some strange, hairless and exquisite creature ... an enchanted lemur ... while he pumped and pumped. She didn't ever want him to stop. The feel of his smooth, powerful young body between her legs, his thick penis jamming in and out of her pussy, was too, too delicious.
Then she noticed that he was picking up speed and she could feel his cock throbbing into an even more bloated, rigid state. She thrilled to the thought that he was going to cum again, that she was going to get to cum around his semen-spitting cock again.
Then the doorbell rang. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on the proceedings, at least from Jacky's point of view. The plumber continued fucking into her cunt, oblivious to the repeated buzzing.
In any other circumstance, locked in a lewd, carnal embrace with a horny young stud, she wouldn't have bothered even thinking about answering the bell, but would've let it ring itself silly. In this case, however, she was concerned. Had one of her nosy neighbors seen the plumber come in? Were they doing a little judicious checking up on her? She knew she couldn't afford not to answer the door ... not answering it would be tantamount to an admission of guilt if the caller knew that she was alone in the house with a young man.
"Stop! Wait! Lover, stop!" she moaned. "I've got to get the door."
The plumber kept on resolutely pumping, his breathing hoarse and heavy into the side of her neck.
"Stop!" she said, pushing up on his chest. "Stop just for a minute, lover. I'll be right back. I promise."
That seemed to get through to him. He slowly disengaged from her and as his cockhead cleared the gaping sphincter of her pussy. It lurched up, gleaming with her juice, its skin rubbing a fiery red from the friction with her snug walls, its veins standing out from the obscenely arching shaft.
Jacky grabbed her robe up from the floor and slipped into it as she hurried to the living room. The front door was standing half open, the way the plumber had left it when he'd entered. Standing in the doorway, waiting for her, was no nosy neighbor. It was someone she knew, though, someone she knew intimately.
"Yes, Chet," she said, crossly, "what do you want?"
The teenager was taken aback by her hostility. It wasn't the kind of reception he'd expected. He pointedly stared into her eyes, his own eyes full of love and vulnerability.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked.
"No. What do you want?"
The boy swallowed the lump in his throat. He was head over heels for her, and to him she was the most radiant, gorgeous thing on earth. A good deal of the "glow" in her cheeks was due to all the orgasms she'd had at the tongues and cocks of other men, but Chet didn't know that, not yet, at least. He knew what he wanted, though, and so did she.
"You said we could get together again," he said, hopefully. "Real soon! I know it hasn't been very long, but it's seemed like a million years to me."
Jacky had to smile at him. He was a cute kid. Then she caught herself. She didn't want to encourage him, not when she had a hotter, harder stud in the kitchen waiting for her.
"I can't see you today," she told him, reaching out for the door. "Some other time."
Chet stuck his foot out so she couldn't shut the door in his face. "When?" he asked. "When can I see you again?"
Jacky opened her mouth to speak.
"Hey!" called a rough male voice from inside the house. "Hurry up!"
No words came out of her mouth.
Chet's face fell, collapsing like a house of cards, all the brightness, the hope crumbling. "Who?! What?! ! " he said, grabbing the edge of the door and jerking it from her grip, jerking it open.
"Go away, Chet," she said, weakly, watching his eyes drop to take in her breasts, the still glistening valley of her cleavage, glistening from another man's saliva.
Chet looked down at her legs, the tendons in his jaws flexing as he saw the lines of pearly white, thick rivulets of cum that ran down the insides of her thighs, her knees, and trickled over her calves.
"Please, go away!" she bawled tearfully.
The teenager's face was a tight, hard mask of anger. "You don't love me," he said, between white lips. "You've got another guy in there!"
Then, as if on cue, the plumber appeared behind her. He was holding a place mat over his naked crotch to cover himself. It concealed his testicles all right, but it didn't come close to hiding the massive, wetly gleaming tip of his cock.
Chet took one look at the engorged cockhead, then snapped his gaze back to her. "You're nothing but a whore," he said, his gaze back to her. "You're nothing but a whore," he said, bitterly. "A cheap, no good whore."
Jacky stiffened as if she'd been struck. An evil gleam appeared in her eyes she regained her composure. "That's right, Chet," she said. "I'm just a whore. Do you want to watch? Come here, lover."
She gestured to the plumber to step closer and when he did, she took the place mat from his hand and let it drop to the floor.
"Damned," Chet snarled as the light of his young life reached out and took hold of the grossly arching penis, as she bent down, lowering her lips to its shining tip.
"I want to eat you," she said hoarsely to the blind dick face. She opened her mouth and pushed the huge bulb between her teeth, forcing her lips to slide down over the flaring rim.
"Man!" the plumber groaned, catching hold of her head as the slick heat of her mouth engulfed his cock, as his hips bucked reflexively into her face.
"Whore!" Chet spat, turning on his heel and sprinting from the porch.
Jacky straightened up, letting the knob slip from her mouth, reaching over to shut the door. Before she closed it, she heard Chet yell from way down the block, his voice booming through the neighborhood.
"WHORE!"
"I could use some more of that," the plumber said, grabbing hold of her face, bending her back down to his cock.
Jacky greedily fell on the fat head, her lips swarming over it, her tongue licking madly.
"Man!" he said, his eyelids fluttering shut, his hands guiding her lips, her tongue over his enraged meat.
"MMMMMMM," she crooned, kissing and sucking at the slimy bulb, licking up the tepid goo that drenched it. Her tongue scrubbed over the cap, bathing it in her hot drool.
Then her mouth opened wide and, instead of taking his bulb inside once again as he expected, it dropped lower, to capture both his aching nuts at once.
"OH, WOW!" he said, as his gonads were washed in searing heat, as her lips nursed at the joining of bag and body. He could see her face, half-hidden under the mat of his pubic hair, see the wild hunger flitting across it. Round and round her tongue swirled, caressing the tender orbs, making his cock thump crazily against his chest.
Jacky was in heaven. The stark flavor of his groin was raging in her sinuses, exploding on her tongue, and she. could feel the heavy testicles shifting against her cheeks, moving up, tightening, getting ready for another spurt session. Moaning, she began popping the fat balls in and out of her mouth, letting the air cool them, then sucking them back into the furnace of her face.
She relinquished his balls with a wet smack and then set about licking at the base of his cock, where cum and pussy juice had formed tangles in his curly hairs.
"GO, BABY, GO!" he said, shuddering with pleasure as she lapped her way back up to the head of his penis.
"I LOVE TO SUCK COCK," she said, taking his by the neck and bending it down to her parted, slobbery lips. She pressed her mouth to the slot nestled in the deep cleft and her cheeks went concave as he started to show him what she meant. She kept right on sucking while she pushed more head in her mouth.
The plumber could feel his throbbing knob being drawn out of shape by the power of her suction and wave after wave of joy coursed down his cock.
For an instant her juicy lips popped over the broad, flaring rim, and she had his whole bulb in her cheeks, but then she drew back and let him slip from her mouth. She pulled the sash loose from her robe and let the garment slip from her shoulders, showing him her ravaged cunt once again.
"Don't you want to suck on me, too?" she said.
"Down there ... after I ... when it's all...? " he stammered, aghast at the suggestion.
"Did it taste bad before? Was it so terrible?"
The plumber shook his head.
"Well, then, what are you afraid of? A little cum?" she teased, reaching down and dipping a fingertip into the gooey morass of her pussy.
Before he could react, before he could pull away, she dabbed the droplet of semen on his mouth, lips, and tongue.
"JEEEEEZ!" she whined, jerking back, starting to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Wait!" she said, authoritatively.
The young man paused and all was lost. It was too late to wipe the stuff from his mouth. He could already taste it. It wasn't the taste that was so bad ... it was merely salty ... it was the texture, like uncooked egg white that bothered him. Still, it was hot as horrible as he'd expected.
"Well, what do you think, lover?" she said. "Don't you want another little taste?" She rotated her mound at him provocatively.
The young man groaned, and as she dropped to the living room rug, he followed. He wanted to eat more of that fat pussy and he didn't care if it'd been dunked in sheep dip. As he knelt on the rug, Jacky rolled flat on her back and bent her head back, arching her neck so that her chin pointed up at the ceiling. When she opened her mouth, the young man realized what she had in mind. He knelt on either side of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth, and then lay down on her belly and put his face between her widely spread thighs.
Simultaneously, his cock slid down her throat and her thighs came up from the rug to lock about the back of his head. The stud was smothered in hot flaps and sticky effluvium. And he loved it. He only gave her pussy a single hungry tongue swipe before he thrust that wiggling tool up her cunt. He locked his mouth down on the sloppy orifice and sent wild, darting tongue thrusts deep inside. The rank, salty taste was powerful, but not as powerful as the scent of the tiny wrinkled pore that winked reflexively under his nose, nor was it as compelling as the ring of juicy lips that sucked furiously at the base of his cock.
"UNNNNFF! UNNNNNFF!" he said, grinding his hips, fucking her throat like it was a pussy, boring his tongue as far as it would stretch, bumping her clit with its tip, prodding her anus with his nose.
Jacky made a gurgling sound about the great, thrusting rod. He was hurting her with it. It felt like the sides of her throat were about to split from the strain and his balls were bashing against her nose and forehead, his crisp pubic hair rasping her obscenely ovaled lips. It hurt like crazy, but she loved it, loved every brutal lunge, loved the rank, stark taste of his maleness flooding her skull. Moaning from low in her belly, feeling like a total wanton, she began to flip her hips, to make her pussy snap up at his thrusting tongue, making it gobble the wiggling meat. The wet slap of agitated cunt against sucking mouth was deafening.
Then it happened. Jacky made a gurgling sound and her cunt clamped down on the root of the plumber's tongue. The sudden constriction sent a wild spray of cunt juice and slobber flying up in his face. She was cumming! Joy blossomed between her legs, joy rushed up her spine and over her tummy. Determined not to be left out in the cold, the young man double-timed his cock thrusts. Caught in a maelstrom of ecstasy, Jacky clutched his hobbling gonads, her fingers palpitating the heavy orbs. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"MUFFFFFFM" he snorted into her open cunt, snapping his hips furiously as he, too, went over the brink.
Hot semen sizzled out of his cock. Jacky's body was racked by a violent coughing seizure as the copious charge surged down her throat, choking her. The plumber gobbled her spasming pussy and gave her another volley. She jerked even more violently than before as the voluminous charge belched into her throat, backing up into her nose.
Fearful that he might be doing her bodily harm, the young man pushed up off her pussy and sat back, pulling his still-spurting cock from her mouth.
"UHH!" she said, frantically, twisting her head, trying to capture the orgasming bulb with her tongue. "UHH! UHHHH!"
The plumber held the knob aimed at her mouth and let the remaining jets of cum fall where they may. Hot sperm gushed over her upturned face, fell on her parted lips, her wiggling tongue, festooned her nose and cheeks in pearly garlands.
Jacky squealed in delight and pressed her fingers to her gooey cheeks, smearing the sticky stuff everywhere.
When he'd unloaded his last drop, Jacky rolled over and put her messy face next to his. "OOOOH, LOVER, KISS ME," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.
The young man looked at the shining beads on her mouth and shivered. Then, groaning, he mashed his open mouth on hers and thrust his tongue down her throat.
Jacky was in heaven. She sucked on the plumber's tongue, squirming her spermy lips over his. She had totally debauched the young man, turning him a round with the sexy allure of her woman's body. She, too, had been taken, used, but the conquest was hers. She was the one who was calling the tune; she was the one in control. Or was she? For a fleeting instant, as she bobbed her head, forcing his extended tongue to slip in and out of her pursed lips, she felt utterly lost, at the mercy of something totally beyond her comprehension. She had a premonition of disaster, too, of the whole sexual blossoming of her middle years turning into a horrible nightmare. Then it was gone. She slipped her hand down over his flat, muscular stomach and caught hold of the softening length of his penis, squeezing it, starting to pump her fist up and down it.
"OOOOOOH!" she cooed in delight as the limp fire hose throbbed in her grip, pushing out to another erection. She pounded his cock so hard that it made him gasp.
"JEEEEEEZ!" he exclaimed.
"You want me again, don't you?" she breathed in his face, her hand wringing out the thick rod.
He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes said it all.
CHAPTER SIX
It was dark when the young plumber finally left. He was going to have to do a lot of explaining to the dispatcher about his four hour lunch break, but he said he didn't mind taking some heat. It had been worth it.
Jacky watched him climb into his truck and drive off, then she closed the front door and locked it. She was surprised to discover that she could hardly walk to the bathroom. In less than forty-eight hours, she had been fucked and sucked more times than she'd been in two years! Her whole pussy was alive with sensation, a warm little oven between her legs. Her labia, much buffeted, much battered, were flowered out from her plump mound like the petals of some wilted hot house orchid.
In an orgasmic stupor, she turned on the shower, slipped out of her robe and got in. letting the hot, stinging spray wash the dried semen and slobber from her hair, her face, her fork. When she was clean, she shut off the water and stepped out of the tub. She dried herself quickly, wrapped a fresh towel around her wet hair, then went to bed. She pulled the covers up, cocoon style, snuggling in the toasty warmth.
Almost at once, she was asleep, asleep and dreaming a sexy dream. She dreamed she was a kind of sexual pied piper, clad in a diaphanous nightie, leading a whole flock of young, handsome men down a garden path. Every one of the nude boys was sporting a monstrous erection. She had just stopped in a little glen and was about to lie down on her back in the soft grass, to spread her legs for the eager fellows, when something jarred her awake.
For the longest time, she couldn't figure out what it was. She was torn between the dream reality and reality, between the circle of erect cocks that ringed her and the awful thumping sound. Then it dawned on her that someone was beating on her front door.
Jacky glanced at her clock and saw that it was only eight p.m. and that she'd only been asleep for an hour or two. She hoped that the pounding would stop, that whoever it was would go away, so she could go back to her lovely dream, but it was not to be. The pounding continued. Afraid that the noise would bring out all her neighbors, she struggled out of bed and pulled on first a nightgown, then her robe.
As she walked into the living room, whoever it was started leaning on her doorbell, holding it pinned so the ringing was non-stop.
"All right!" she said, irritatedly, unbolting the door, but leaving the safety chain fastened.
Standing there on the porch in the dark was a boy. Jacky flicked on the porch light.
"Lyle!" she said. "I thought you were sick."
The boy, who was the spitting image of his older brother, only skinnier, more angular, glanced to the side of the porch, then faced her and said, "Sick?! Who told you that? I've come to collect for the paper."
Jacky was stunned. "Lyle, your brother was here earlier," she told him. "He said you were sick, the flu, I think, and that he was collecting for you."
"That bastard!" the blonde boy groaned. "He ripped me off."
"What?"
"Larry's gone around to all my customers, telling them that same story. He's ripped off my whole month's pay!" Lyle started to blubber, his lower lip sticking out in a pout, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Your own brother?" Jacky said incredulously.
Lyle nodded, tears streaming down his face. He was trying to hold them back, but it was impossible.
She knew she shouldn't have been surprised by the happening. Larry was that kind of boy, nasty, sneaky, not someone to trust. She thought about the changes she'd put him through and she got a thrill. He'd deserved what she'd done to him, the humiliation, the shame, and more!
"The trouble is," the boy went on, miserably, "I have to pay the newspaper company still. I take my pay out of what I collect. I still owe them for a month's papers. I'm going to have to take it out of my savings account. Larry ripped me off twice!"
"You poor kid," Jacky said. She wasn't thinking about his problem, though, not at all. She was looking him over, the hard lines of his chest under the t-shirt, the thin but muscular arms, the scrawny legs in the faded denims. He was just a boy ... a boy like the ones in her dream.
"What am I gonna do?" he asked. "I was saving for Christmas, so I could buy my mom a present"
Right then and there, Jacky should've known something was up. Lyle wasn't the kind of kid who'd buy his mom a roll of toilet paper out of his own money. He might have been saving up for a dirt bike or a go-kart, but never a gift for dear old mom. Jacky was way too wrapped up in her own fantasy of seducing the kid to pay any attention to the lame story he was laying on her.
"Couldn't you get Larry to give it back?" she said, her eyes dropping to the decidedly manly bulge in the front of his jeans. A great lump rose in her throat. The kid was hung and then some!
"He's probably already spent it all," Lyle blubbered. "On booze or dope or some girl."
The earth began to tremble under her feet, to give way. Jacky knew what she was going to do. It was the "irresistible impulse" that Larry had talked about. She was going to get the kid inside her house and then seduce him. It didn't matter that she'd been fucked so many times before that day. Seeing Lyle, his youth, his bulge, she was no longer satiated. She wanted more. More!
"Would you like to come in for a minute?" she said, her fingers shaking on the door.
Lyle gave her a funny look. "Why?" he said.
"To sit down a second and rest," she answered, her excitement rising.
"I'm not tired," he told her.
For a second, Jacky considered pulling the old
"let the robe slip open" routine on him, but she thought better of it. With a kid his mental age, she was afraid that such a blatant sexual overture might scare him off rather than turn him on. She had to be more subtle.
"If you come in," she said, "maybe I can see my way clear to giving you your paper money."
Lyle's face brightened, then soured. "But you already paid," he said. "You shouldn't have to pay again."
Jacky shook her head at him. "You're a good kid," she said, "you shouldn't have to suffer for that awful brother of yours. The money is no big deal to me. Will you come in?"
Lyle looked off to the side again. When he raised his eyes to hers, he let a little smile turn up the corners of his mouth. "All right," he said.
Jacky nearly broke a nail trying to get the chain off the door. Her mind was full of images of Lyle's beebee butt bobbing between her legs, his thick manly cock plowing into her quivering cunt, spurting over and over until her whole fork was awash in his sticky cum.
"I really appreciate this," Lyle said as the door swung open.
Jacky got a delicious thrill at his words. The boy was going to get much, much more than he bargained for! And, as it turned out, so was
Jacky.
"I appreciate it, too," said Larry, stepping into view from the side of the porch.
"Yeah, me, too," said another young man, stocky, tall, with a thick black beard, mirror sunglasses, and a dirty black motorcycle cap on his head.
Jacky tried desperately to slam the door, but Larry reached out and blocked her.
"No!" she cried. "Get out of here or I'll scream!"
The bearded one gave her the once-over. "She's some piece, all right," he said, chortling. "We're gonna have us some fun tonight."
Before Jacky could make good her threat, Larry put his hand to her chest and shoved hard, knocking her off balance, sending her tumbling to the rug on tier back. She landed with a jarring thud, her head hitting the floor hard. By the time she regained her senses, the three young men were standing around her and the front door was closed, bolted, chained.
"Look at that!" Lyle said, pointing down between her splayed thighs.
Jacky's robe and nightie had slipped up and she discovered to her horror that she was giving them a fine view of her angry pussy and bare ass. She locked her legs closed, pulling down the hem of her robe.
"That kid," Larry announced authoritatively, "was a pussy."
"Hot pussy, from the look of it," the bearded one said.
"You can't just come in here and..." she began, her face burning with anger and embarrassment.
". . . fuck the ass off you?" Larry finished for her.
"like hell we can't!" the bearded one snapped, taking off his hat and sailing it onto the couch. He started pulling his t-shirt up over his chest, exposing his rather round beer belly and lots of black, shiny body hair.
"Wait, Trank," Larry said. "Not in here. Let's take her into the bedroom where we can really get down."
Jacky scooted backwards, showing them her nails, trying to evade the hard, cruel fingers. She'd never been more terrified in her entire life.
"Noooo!" she cried. "Leave me alone!! "
All her efforts to escape were in vain. The three of them cornered her, grabbed her, and unceremoniously hoisted her up in the air, carrying her like a sack of potatoes through the house and tossing her on the bed.
Before she could get her wits about her, Larry and Trank were grabbing her wrists, pulling her arms out straight.
"God!" she gasped as she felt them slip loops of rope over her hands. She whimpered as the cords were drawn tight, then tied to the bed frame. Her predicament was becoming steadily more horrible. When they touched her ankles, she lashed out with her feet, trying to kick them where it would hurt the most, but they just let her go to it, let her wear herself out until her blows had no effect. Then they bound her ankles, pulling on the cords to draw her thighs apart. She tried to fight them, to keep her legs together, but it was impossible. Her legs were already exhausted from all the kicking and they were just too strong for her. They tied the cords to the end of the bed, leaving her spread-eagled, totally helpless.
Jacky was frantic. "LYLE!" she moaned. "LYLE, PLEASE DON'T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME!! "
The paperboy was leering at her smooth thighs. When he spoke, it was not to her, but to the others. "When do I get to do it?" he said. "Huh? Can I go first? You said I could do it to her, Larry."
Jacky's heart sank as Lyle moved closer to the bed, as he reached out and touched her inner thigh, pushing up the hem of her robe. His fingers were like ice.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Larry asked the younger boy.
Lyle jerked his hand back.
"Nobody touches her until I get done, understand?" Larry said, giving his two partners in crime a stony look. "I got a little score to settle with this bitch."
"Sloppy seconds is fine with me," Trank said, glaring at Lyle.
Lyle, who was relegated to messy thirds, kept his mouth shut, figuring thirds was better than nothing at all.
"Yeah, you jerks can watch and whack off," Larry said, preening, "while I get my rocks off fucking her."
There was no physical defense Jacky could muster against what was about to happen to her. She was spread, vulnerable, helpless. She did try to steel herself, to defend herself mentally from the assault. She told herself that whatever they did, she would not allow herself to feel it and would not let them know how they were humiliating her.
Larry knelt on the bed, grabbing the hem of her robe and nightie, then throwing it up over her chest. All of Jacky's plans went by the wayside.
"NOOOOO!" she wailed as the cool air rushed over her lewdly exposed pussy.
"YESSSSS!" Larry wailed back in her face, mocking her cry of pain and outrage.
Trank stared down at her ripe mound, his eyes crawling over the furious labia and the soft fuzz that fringed them. "DAMN, BUT THAT'S ONE TASTY LOOKING SNATCH!" he said, thickly, leaning over for a closer view.
Larry put his fingers to her pubic hair, stroking it "Soft as silk," he said, appreciatively.
Jacky shivered as his fingertips grazed over her tender cunt lips. She realized with no small shock that she wasn't shivering from revulsion, but from desire. Larry's gentle touch was making the tingles of joy race over her belly and down her thighs. She didn't want it to happen this way. She wanted to hold back to deny them the pleasure of seeing her cum, to lie there like a hunk of meat, passive, while they rutted on her but. . .
"SONOFABITCH!" Larry exclaimed, pulling his hand back from her pussy. "WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!"
He held his hand up for the others to see. It was shining with her slick juice.
"She's hot for it already!" Trank said. "I think she-likes being tied up."
"Here, kid," Larry said, pushing his wet fingers under his brother's nose. "Take a whiff."
Lyle's face turned beet red and his adam's apple began bobbing like mad.
"Now stay back," Larry warned, putting his fingers back to her cunt, working them into her slit, peeling back her puffy labia, opening up her cunt for further exploration.
When he pushed a finger into her, Jacky began to tremble. The experience was humiliating, and yet she was getting more and more excited by the minute. The strong finger inside her twisted and turned, flipping over her inner folds and recesses, moving forward and back in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
"LOOK AT THAT FUCKING FINGER GO!" Trank said, peering at the action through Jacky's splayed legs. "GIVE HER ANOTHER ONE, MAN! FUCK HER CUNT BUT GOOD!"
Larry, his face turning faintly red from his own excitement, pushed a second finger in beside the first. The fit was much tighter, and when he jammed the digits into the knuckle, her whole pussy dimpled inwards.
"UHHHM" she whimpered, as the paired probes lanced up into her. Together they were as big as any cock she'd ever handled and they stretched the walls of her cunt to conform to their shape, rubbing over her corrugations.
"SHE-LIKES IT!" Lyle croaked. "SHE-LIKES IT!! "
Larry ignored the comments of his brother and concentrated on his finger work. He stuffed his digits in and out of her in a brisk rhythm, giving his hand a half-twist as he withdrew, making her outer genitalia smooch out, puckering, pouting about his fingers.
Jacky closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening to her, tried to block out the sensation of being tied down, of being penetrated against her will, but she could not. It was too powerful, too terrifying, too exciting. With every powerful lunge and twist of his fingers inside her, she could feel herself loosening up, feel her much fucked pussy sending out more and more of the slippery juice to lubricate its passage for the harder, faster fucking to come. Every time his knuckles impacted with the mouth of her sex, those glorious sparks would fly between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from moaning her pleasure and giving herself away.
"I know she's digging it!" Trank said, licking his lips as he bent down low to watch Larry's fingers flip up into her cunt.
"Take a closer look, you jerk!" Larry growled, grabbing Trank by the hair and shoving his face right into Jacky's pussy.
The boy's hairy cheek landed right atop her slit, scratching it. She could feel his hot breath gusting over her sex as he inhaled deeply of its fragrance. Then something hot and moist touched the apex of her folds, squirming in under her little pink tent.
"NUMMMMMMM," Trank gurgled as he searched among her folds for the hard nubbin of her clitoris.
"UHHHHHM" she moaned, her hips doing their best to flip up from the bed as joy exploded in her loins. It was a lewd and degrading spectacle, but she couldn't help herself. She was ashamed and exalted at the same time. The combination of pistoning fingers and tongue tip flicking her clit provided her with more pleasure than she could contain.
Trank licked noisily at her thrill center, his hot slobber bathing the lips of her cunt, his beard tickling her inner thighs, his breathing a hoarse, rasping sound.
"UHH! UHH!" Jacky groaned, her bottom churning, rising, falling in time to the swipes of tongue and the diving digits.
"Would you look at that!" Lyle said, to no one in particular.
Jacky didn't have to look. She could feel the boy's mouth open to cover the entire upper half of her mound, hair, clit and all. His tongue swirled over everything, pushing in between her inner and outer lips, rubbing her clit, dipping into her dewy gully. When he stopped licking and started sucking, pulling all her upper mound into his mouth, Jacky began to weep softly, shaking her head from side to side as she humped. Joy rushed up between her thighs, bathing her in delicious warmth.
Trank, driven half crazy by the feel of hot pussy under his lips and tongue and by the scent of it raging into his nostrils, pushed his face further down on her cunt, sucking up onto only the bottom half of her sex, but Larry's darting fingers as well.
"JEEEEEZ!" Larry groaned in disgust as his running buddy's lips fastened onto his digits and his tongue swirled over his knuckles, licking up the clear, fragrant fluid that kept welling up from the depths of her cunt.
Trank gurgled happily, ignoring his friend's complaint.
Larry yanked his fingers out of Jacky's pussy and out from under Trank's frantically nursing lips. Trank took the opportunity to stuff his tongue right up her cunt.
"OHHH!! ! " Jacky cried, her back arching up from the mattress as the slithery thing spitted her, the white heat of orgasm blossoming in her loins.
Trank whimpered as her pussy clamped down on the root of his tongue. He whimpered again when a very irate Larry grabbed him by the hair and hauled his mouth off her pussy.
"OHHHH," she moaned as the corkscrewing probe deserted her, leaving her pussy to convulse on nothing more substantial than air.
"OWWW!" Trank yelped as Larry shook him by the hair. His face was drenched from chin to eyebrows in her slippery cunt juice and beads of it dripped from the ragged edge of his beard.
Larry flung the young man aside and looked into the sticky, tongue-ravaged maw of Jacky's cunt "DAMN! I WANTED TO LICK HER SNATCH." Larry said, "AND NOW LOOK AT IT! YOU SLOBBERED ALL OVER IT, YOU JERK!"
Trank flinched as Larry raised his hand to strike him.
"AWWW, HELL!" Larry said, lowering his hand. He unzipped his fly and dragged his pants down, around the middle of his thighs. His hard cock flipped out and up, slapping against the front of his t-shirt, leaving a blotch of wet, sticky stuff there the size of a half dollar.
Jacky lifted her head up from the bed and groaned when she saw the size of his joint. Not that it was so very long, but it was thick! Thick like a tree trunk and a dark honey color, turning to a ruddy, orange brown on the underside and nerve bundle. The head was small for the thickness of the shaft and it came to a sharp point at the tip. The diminutive bulb was also ruddy brown and it leaked a single streamer of viscous pre-cum from its slot all the way down to the massive and pendulous balls. His pubic hair was a dingy blonde shade and very thick and coarse.
"Time to eat crow, bitch," he said, squirming out from between her legs on his knees, and moving around to the head of the bed.
"MAKE HER SUCK ON IT!" Lyle said enthusiastically.
That was exactly what Larry had in mind.
Jacky watched as he bent his cock down from against his chest. Up close it was a gruesome looking thing, covered with tiny warts and wild curling hairs. Though the sight of it repulsed her, she found her mouth filling with buckets of hot drool.
Larry locked her head between his knees and pushed his hard meat down onto her face.
"OHHH!" she cried, trying to twist her head to avoid the musty smelling sausage and the sticky fluid that coated its underside.
Larry laughed at her efforts and mashed his oozing knob into her lips, smearing white goo all over them, milking the length of his shaft to draw up even more.
As he bathed her tightly compressed lips with his sperm, dabbing it on with the tip of his velvety cap, Jacky had a powerful urge to open her mouth, to let him push his cock down her throat. She fought down the impulses, even as droplets of his pre-cum rained down on her burning cheeks.
Larry scooted farther forward, dragging his hairy balls over her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, down to her lips.
Jacky groaned inwardly as he lowered his weight upon his scrotum, grinding his heavy orbs into her mouth, forcing her nose to slip up behind them, into the furry crevice of his buttocks.
Larry rocked his hips forward and back, rubbing his balls down to her chin, then back over her lips to bump her nose.
Jacky shuddered as something in between his buns, something blisteringly hot and moist, touched the end of her nose. Not his ass-hole! she thought. Don't let it be his ass-hole! But ass-hole, it was. Asshole winking, gently pinching at the tip of her pert nose. Then on her bare tummy, a sprinkle of hot drops, beads of pre-cum dripping from his slot, falling helter-skelter over her thighs and hips.
Larry stopped his lewd gyrations and pulled back to her head. "Open her up," he said, once again pulling his cock down from against his chest. As he did so, a huge blob of semen broke free of his slot and splattered across her forehead.
The feel of that slippery fluid running down into her hairline, over her temples, did something to her. She had a startling vision of them actually bathing her in their hot cum, coating her in it from head to foot The idea was so staggering, so thrilling, that she changed her mind about accepting Larry's cock in her mouth. She was just about to open it of her own accord when the boys' hands grabbed hold of her head.
Lyle and Trank pulled her chin up and pushed the top of her head down so that her chin pointed up at the ceiling and her crown lay flat upon the bed.
"No, wait ... " she started to say, as one held her chin firmly while the other proceeded to push his fingers into her mouth. Too late! Her jaws came apart and before she could gasp, Larry crammed his thick cock between her lips, pushing it all the way down her throat in a single, gullet-splitting lunge.
She choked and gagged, tears welling up in her eyes, as he began to fuck her face, using it ruthlessly like the cunt of some tired old whore. He slammed the hairy root of his cock into her painfully stretched lips, dragging his scrotum over her nose, rolling his hips so as to make his shaft rub over the slippery walls of her throat.
Jacky hurt horribly. The ache in her gullet was almost unbearable, but the taste of his fresh young cum, salty and nut-like, and the feel of his hot meat pushing over her tongue and between her lips, was exquisite.
"GO, MAN!" Trank cried, watching Larry's glistening cock slog down her throat.
"WOW!" Lyle said in disbelief. "I CAN SEE HER THROAT SWELL OUT EVERY TIME HE RAMS IT TO HER!"
In the midst of her oral agony-ecstasy, she felt a hand close upon her pussy and fingers feeling among her folds for her already stimulated clitoris.
"Cut that out, goddammit!" Larry snarled, drawing his cock from the back of her throat, leaving his small bulb in her mouth. "I swear.
Trank, I'm gonna kick your butt if you don't get your hand out of her cunt!"
The fingers left her pussy, but the sweet titillation they had given her, coupled with the feel of the raging bone in her throat, had already done their damage.
"Wow!" Larry exclaimed, as Jacky's lips tightened about his knob, as her cheeks went concave, as she began, unbidden, to suck his hard cock.
Jacky nursed on the smooth bulb with all her strength, squirming her lips back and forth, cooing with pleasure as her efforts were rewarded by a flood of thick, salty pre-cum slipping over her tongue and down the back of her throat.
"I told you she was digging it," Trank said to the panting Larry.
"Shut your face," Larry told him, reaching down and putting his fingers around the neck of his cock, feeling the moist sucking ring of her lips. "Is she ever giving me some fine head!"
Jacky eased upon her nursing as he pushed his cock farther into her mouth, letting her lips slide down to mid-shaft. The tip of his cock slipped over the back of her tongue and down into her throat. The fit was still far too tight to be pleasurable, but Jacky ignored the ache and continued to suck, reveling in the feel of his hot cum dripping down the insides of her throat.
Larry dragged his cock back until he could see the rim between her lips, then shoved it home, throwing all his weight into the thrust, bashing his pudenda into her teeth.
She whimpered as the knob jabbed into her gullet, and Once again her eyes brimmed with tears, but managed to suck on the entire length of his shaft as it was slowly withdrawn.
"UHHHH!" Larry said, his eyes slitted, his cheeks aflame, as he pulled his aching meat through the juicy stricture of her mouth.
"God, would you look at those lips!" Trank said, pointing at the way they puckered out about the retreating shaft.
"MAN, OH, MAN!" Lyle said.
Once again Larry began to use her throat like a cunt, jerking his cock in and out of her narrow passage, grinding his drool-drenched pubes into her nose and lips.
Slowly, as her nerve ends overloaded and failed to function, the hurt in her throat faded away. Jacky relaxed and let the thick rod flip down her throat, letting it bump to the bottom of her gullet.
The oral sex was so tasty that Larry was soon gritting his teeth, biting his lips to keep from cumming.
"What's wrong, Larry?" Trank asked. "Got a little tickle?"
Larry growled at his pal's witticism, huffing and puffing, staring down into Jacky's widespread fork. The more he looked into her hot gash, the more he wanted to sample it. As the tingling pleasure in his cock and balls increased, so did his urge to press his face into her sopping cunt.
"Hey, man, are you OK?" Trank asked seriously.
"Larry?" Lyle said, with concern. "Larry, you're drooling!"
"Hell!" Trank said, cutting to the core of the matter in a flash. "All he wants is some pussy. Let's help the man out!"
Jacky felt hands grabbing her legs, her thighs, felt the thongs about her ankles being loosened. Then she was suddenly lifted, her lower body raised, while her throat was impaled on Larry's cock. Though her gullet was never meant to bend at quite such a steep angle, bend it did around the rock hard bone. Then she was upside down, her legs held wide apart, high in the air.
Larry didn't laugh when he saw what his brother and his friend were doing. He kept his eyes glued to her gaping slit as it was raised up closer and closer to his face. Then her knees touched his shoulders and her cunt lay right under his nose, hot and juicy. He fell on it like a meal to be devoured, rubbing his face all over the rubbery, pliant flesh, smearing her fragrant goo over his nose, cheeks, chin, licking the soft fringe of hair, the smoldering petals, stuffing his tongue into her fuck ready cunt.
At the feel of his mouth upon her cunt, Jacky locked her legs around the back of his neck and pulled his face down into her folds. Then his tongue was flipping into her, sweeping over the sensitive walls of her pussy, and his lips were sucking on the mouth of her sex. The sensation was so devastating that she orgasmed on the spot.
Joy racked her fork and the rippling convulsions of her cunt milked at the root of Larry's tongue, as if trying to draw it further into her.
"UHHHHFFFM" Larry groaned as the channel closed in on him, pinching him painfully hard. He tried to raise his face from her cunt, but she would have none of it. She dragged him back with the strength of her legs, grinding her ecstatic pussy all over his face.
"Something wrong?" Lyle said, alarmed at the sputtering, gasping sounds his brother was making.
"I think he's drowning in her muff," Trank said.
"Are you OK?" Lyle asked.
Larry shook his head as best he could. He shook it "No."
Jacky gurgled about the root of Larry's cock as powerful hands unlocked her legs from around the boy's neck, spreading them wide. Though they removed her legs, her pussy still held Larry in its slippery grip.
He raised his head, trying to pull his tongue free, but all he succeeded in doing was to stretch his tongue out to a painful length. It was a dark red ribbon tucked in between her pearly pink labia.
"Man, look at her cunt suck!" said Trank. "Imagine that wrapped around your dick!"
Lyle did just that, adam's apple jerking.
"I know how to fix it," Trank said. "Hey, Larry, promise not to get mad?"
Larry let his face drop back against the juicy meat of her cunt. He nodded.
Trank swung around behind Jacky and knelt, so that his face was on a level with Larry's, except on the other side of her body. He moved forward until he was almost nose to nose with his pal, then put his thumbs to Jacky's buttocks and split them wide apart, exposing the fluttering sphincter of her ass.
"Get ready to pull when she loosens up,"
Trank said, licking his hips.
"UHHHHHNNNFF!" Larry said.
"GO GET IT, TRANK!" Lyle shouted.
Trank dropped his open mouth right down on her rectum, sucking the tiny orifice deep into his cheeks and stabbing at it with the tip of his tongue.
Jacky's whole body jerked at the sudden, intimate contact. As the hot, moist tip of his tongue shoved up through the ring of her anus, her mind flashed stark white and her pussy went into a violent seizure.
When he felt the tension slack up for an instant, Larry jerked his head back, dragging his tongue out of her cunt. He touched the tip of it with his finger and winced.
"GO, TRANK, GO!" Lyle cried.
Trank was, indeed, going for broke, bobbing his head, driving his tongue through her tight nether orifice, his eyes closed, nostrils flared.
Jacky continued to cum unabatedly. Never had she been so deeply plumbed anally. The delicious sensation dragged out her joy until she thought she'd go mad. All the while she continued to nurse hungrily on Larry's cockroot, rubbing her nose into his furry sack.
"Enough!" Larry said, bringing the ball of his fist down on the top of the ravenous Trank's head.
The blow made a hollow, thudding sound and its jarring impact knocked Trank from his funky perch.
"Back off!" Larry snarled. "I'm gonna have me some."
At his direction, the boys pulled Jacky back down on her back on the bed. Larry then pulled his cock back from the bottom of her throat, leaving only his knob in her mouth.
"Look at those teeth marks on your cock!" Trank said, pointing at a ring of red indentation all the way around his slobber-soaked root.
"I'd better give the whore one last taste," he said, putting his thumb and forefinger about the base of his penis and squeezing, moving them up the length of his cock, milking all the residual pre-cum into her waiting mouth.
Jacky let the stuff billow out over her tongue and mix with her saliva, then rubbed the unctuous fluid over the knob with her lips.
Larry moaned and pulled his cock free of her marvelous suction. It was either that or shoot his wad down her throat.
When his bulb popped out, a rush of cloudy liquid came along with it, dribbling from the corners of her mouth, running down over her cheeks in sticky rivulets. Whimpering, Jacky lapped with her tongue, sweeping some of the stuff back into her mouth.
"Ain't that pretty!" Trank said.
"Hold those legs apart!" Larry barked, his cock so stiff, the ligaments and tendons so taut that it was drawn into a deep bow.
Jacky groaned as she felt the rough hands on her ankles, rudely pulling her thighs apart, opening her legs so wide that the outside of her knees actually touched the coverlet.
"No," she said, weakly. "You don't have to..."
"Huh?" Trank said, leering down at her.
"You don't have to hold..." she began.
Larry smirked at her. "I know, baby," he said. "I know all about it."
Jacky shuddered violently as he reached down and toyed with her clit.
"We don't have to hold you down," he finished for her, grinning at the way her ass shifted, pushing her cunt against his fondling hand. "Because you're a whore."
She flinched at his words, flinched as if she'd been struck. The truth hurt. She realized in that horrible moment that she wanted them to ravage her, to use her, to abuse her.
Larry quickly peeled back the lips of her pussy and moved forward on his knees, so he could rub the head of his cock up and down her slippery gully, lubricating it for the passage up her tube. When his bulb gleamed with her juice, he pushed it down into the hot pocket of her cunt.
The other boys gazed rapturously at the length of his cock, poised to plunge into her dewy depths.
"FUCK HER GOOD!" said Trank.
Larry lunged, flipping his ass, stabbing his rod into the mouth of her cunt. The orifice yielded reluctantly to the great girth of his organ, with much squeaking on its part and much shrieking on her part.
"NOOOOO, YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!" she howled, as the cock pushed deeper, boring its way into her channel. She struggled vainly against the bonds, the hands that held her pinned, and her squirming and writhing only served to make the thick cock penetrate her further.
"GOD, SHE'S SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Larry croaked, the tendons in his neck standing out from the strain as he strove to bury his penis deeper.
"GIVE IT ALL TO HER!" Lyle shouted, little flecks of white foam at the corners of his mouth.
Larry had every intention of doing just that. He pulled his cock back an inch or so, allowing the seepage from her tube to wash over his cock. then jammed it back in, slamming against her so hard that he lifted her ass up off the bed.
Jacky could feel herself tearing, yielding to the mindless stick of meat. She knew she would never be the same inside. No matter what else happened, she would never be the same.
Finally, Larry managed to wedge his cock into her to the root. The sight of his hairy pudenda jammed up against her silky crotch, her pussy yawning wide open to accommodate the gruesome base of his cock, made the audience of two give out with a whooping cheer.
"Yeeee-hahhh!" Lyle and Trank howled, bouncing on the bed with glee.
Glee was the last thing in the world that Jacky felt at that moment. She bawled like a baby at the hurt between her legs, the terrible pressure on the walls of her cunt. When Larry drew his cock back through her buttery folds, it felt like he was turning her inside out.
"UHHHNNNF!" he grunted, driving back into her tight, hot passage.
Jacky could feel the walls of her cunt parting before the tip of his cock, and when he rammed home a second time, it didn't hurt nearly so much. When he withdrew and her pussy fluttered about his pole, sucking a tit, a flicker of pure joy coursed up her spine.
"UHHHHHNNNNFF!" he grunted again, slogging his meat into her rapidly loosening cunt, bashing his groin into her splayed labia, her exposed clit.
At the impact of groin and clit, at the wall-to-wall filling of her channel, another explosion racked her. She was moved to shift her hips tentatively. It felt good!
Before Larry could drag his cock out of her a third time, she was in high gear, her ass flipping salaciously, forcing her cunt to gobble his hard cock. Her frantic whimpering and whining was suddenly for an altogether different reason.
"LOOK AT THAT BITCH SCREW!" Trank moaned.
Larry couldn't hold out under the insistent, milking caress of her famished pussy. His cock flexed powerfully, his nuts shifted, and joy raged up and down his pistoning bone.
"OOOH, YESSSSS!! " she cried as she felt the first sizzling volley of his cum wash over her pussy.
"OOOOH, NOOOOO!" he growled down at her, mocking her again, jerking his spitting tool from her cunt, letting the thing go off everywhere but where it was meant to, letting the tendrils of egg flesh spatter her damp pubis, her thighs and her heaving stomach.
If the sensation Larry was providing her was intended to be unpleasant, someone had their wires crossed somewhere because the feel of his hot semen spewing over the outside of her cunt, trickling down between her buttocks, pooling in her navel was sheer delight to Jacky.
The other boys gawked at the way she received the gummy payload, at how she shifted her ass from side to side, to allow the spurts to reach fresh and unsullied territory.
Larry was the most stunned of all. He didn't even bother to finish ejaculating on her, but instead, pulled his dripping tool away, wringing it out over the bedspread. Once again, she'd humiliated him. Instead of vanquishing her with his manly cock, of making her cry for mercy, he had her begging for more.
"When do we get to go?" Trank asked.
"Whenever you want," he said in disgust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The bearded young man immediately dropped his trousers. He was exceedingly hairy, like a goat, and he was hung like one, too.
"All right, you guys," Trank said. "Get hold of her real good 'cause I don't want her to miss any of this." He stroked his cock proudly.
Jacky had to admit that it was an impressive hunk of meat. The shaft wasn't round in cross section, but sort of flattened on top and bottom into an oval shape and the head was flat and triangular like a viper's. The shaft was reddish brown in color and webbed by thick blue veins. It was even darker red at the cap and nerve bundle. His balls, what she could see of them under the matted canopy of fur, were great fat things, all snuggled up under his lewdly arching cock, ready to unload their sticky cargo.
Jacky, the divorcee, the liberated wanton, didn't want to be held down, she wanted to participate. She lifted her long legs as he knelt on the bed, spreading them, throwing them about his rather thick waist.
"All right!" he said as the silky skin of her inner thighs caressed his hips.
Lyle and Larry didn't have anything to hold down, but they sat on the bed on either side of her anyway; the younger brother gawking at her plump pubic mound and the angry viper head of Trank's cock, the older brother looking, too, but plainly miserable.
The bearded boy bent his cock down from against his stomach and fitted his bulb between her gaping labia. He shuddered at the feel of her hot buttered velvet sliding over his tender cap.
Jacky shuddered, too, struggling against her bonds, biting her lips to keep from screaming at him to hurry up and prong her to the hairs with that big cock.
She wasn't the only one getting impatient, either.
"GO ON! DO IT!" Lyle said. "DO IT!! "
Trank grimaced at him, but lowered himself into Jacky's plush saddle, smothering her with his boyish bulk. He pushed the hem of her robe and nightie up higher so he could get his hands on her bare breasts. He took a firm, womanly tit in either hand and caught the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. As he tugged on the soft buds, he shoved his pelvis forward, driving his cockhead through the mouth of her pussy and into her blazing depths.
"UHHH!" she howled, throwing her legs up higher on his back, putting her knees into his armpits. The sudden, stinging penetration felt marvelous.
"DAMN! She is hotter than holy hell inside!" he gasped to the others.
"Cut the fucking play by play," Larry snapped. "Who wants to listen to your mouth?! "
"How about hers then?" Trank said, pushing his cock into her farther, wincing at the delicious friction between his cock shaft and the rubbery walls of her pussy.
"Huh?" Lyle said.
"Go on, whore," Trank said. "Tell them all about it."
Jacky said nothing, but kept her eyes tightly closed and her legs tightly locked about the boy's back.
Trank pumped harder, his ass rising and falling, his shaft slamming ruthlessly into her juicy fuck mouth.
"UHH! UHH!" she moaned, as the stinging impact titillated her clitoris.
"THAT'S IT!" he encouraged, fucking her harder, making her pussy sputter about his pistoning cock. "Tell them how sweet it is to be loved by me."
The words came gushing from her lips and with them came a delirious sense of ecstasy. "OOOOH! DON'T STOP!! " she cried, sliding her legs up and down his torso, masturbating the whole upper half of his body. "IT'S SO GOOD! SO GOOD!! "
"Heh-heh!" Trank said, puffing to keep up the brisk in-out action.
"OH, LOVER! LOVER, PINCH MY NIPPLES HARDER!" she moaned, her ass humping up from the bed, up from the spreading ring of wetness caused by her leaking juice, up to meet the lusty lunges of his cock.
Trank did as she asked, pulling her buds far from the peaks of her smooth tits, twisting them viciously until they stiffened into inch long stubs of reddish pink.
"This," Trank said, panting, "is how it's done, kid."
Lyle's mouth was hanging open. He was fascinated by the way the powerful impact made every inch of her body tremble, the meat of her breasts, tummy, thighs quivering like Jello on a plate as the big boy wailed on her.
Larry looked at his brother's gaping mouth and smirked. "He don't know how to screw a chick for beans, Lyle," he said in disgust. "Look at that sloppy ass work. You fucking turkey, slam it to her! That's what she wants!"
Trank did his best to follow Larry's instructions. He pumped for all he was worth, making his cock fly in and out of her slick cunt.
Jacky couldn't believe the thrills she was getting. Trank was so heavy that it felt like he was crushing the life out of her and he was so big around that it made her legs ache at the hip joints to encircle his back, but the pain only made his brutal lunges better. She took every one of them greedily, with a lifting of her butt, and every one of them pushed her closer to the verge of climax. Even after he'd stopped asking her to talk, she continued, babbling at him, begging him to fuck her harder, to tear her apart.
"COME ON, YOU BIG BASTARD!" she wailed, pummeling his sweating ass with her heels. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! "
The frantic blows to his backside made the bearded boy go absolutely berserk. His ass started flipping in triple time, churning her pussy into a frothing dither.
"OOOHHHH," she bawled, as waves of sheer delight engulfed her, as her pussy began to suck rhythmically at the madly pumping penis.
"SHE'S CUMMING!" Trank wheezed.
Jacky thrashed wildly under him, keening like a new widow every time his thick penis rasped her clitoris, every time the seething orgasmic joy exploded between her legs. It seemed to her that she would never stop cumming, but after an eternity, the intense pleasure began to fade. As she came out of her stupor, she realized that the bearded boy was still screwing her full tilt, that he hadn't cum yet.
"You had your fun, honey," he breathed into her face. "Now I'm gonna have mine." Without another word, he wrenched his stony cock from her cunt and sat back on his haunches. "Untie her hands," he told the others.
Larry gave him a doubtful look.
"She ain't going anywhere," Trank assured him.
The older Bertram shrugged and motioned for Lyle to release one hand while he untied the other. As soon as her hands were free, Jacky began touching the boy who had been fucking her, sliding her fingers over his hairy chest, digging her nails into his meaty buttocks.
"Turn over," Trank ordered her.
Jacky shivered, but did as he had ordered. She rolled over on her belly, then pushed up into an all fours position, sticking her sweet ass up in the air, the friction-reddened mouth of her cunt puckering from between her thighs, her whole fork glistening with semen and love juice.
"MAN, OH, MAN!" Trank moaned, jumping into action, throwing himself on her sleek back.
"UNNNNFF!" she grunted as the weight came down on her. His hands reached in under her chest to maul her tits as the tip of his hard cock nosed into her ravaged cunt.
"SO FUCKING FINE!" Trank gurgled, locking his arm around her waist and slamming his cock to her.
"OHHH!" she howled as the rod drove into her to the root. Because of the angle, the penetration was much, much deeper than before. It felt like his cockhead was going to pop right up into her mouth! His balls smacked moistly against the apex of her slit and she dropped her tits to the bed and stuck her ass up even higher, giving him all the access he could ask for.
Instead of dipping deeper into her upturned cunt, Trank pulled back, drawing half his dripping red cock from her gash. He put the palms of his hands to the cheeks of her ass and massaged them in opposite directions, pushing down, forcing her tits flat against the bedspread, rolling her fleshy buttocks over the lower half of his cock. His eyes rolled up in ecstasy.
"Trank, you are one sick mother!" Larry said.
Regardless of what his buddy thought of his amorous style, Jacky adored it. It drove her wild to feel his cock throbbing inside her body and then to have him rub her buns over the slick and steaming root. When he finally stopped his massage, she pushed back impaling herself on his cock.
"OOOOOH-WEEEEEE!" Trank exclaimed, pushing down on her ass, making her cunt slide up to the tip of his cock.
Jacky pushed back, shivering at the ease with which the fat cock speared her. It slid swiftly down her super-stretched, super juicy channel.
The two of them fell into a rapid, seesawing fuck rhythm with Trank pushing her up his cock and Jacky pushing herself back down.
"When is it going to be my turn?" Lyle whined to his brothel". The whole front of his jeans was pushed out of shape from the size of his erection.
Larry laughed. "Go ahead, kid," he said. "Do your thing."
Lyle swallowed hard. "Where?"
"Give her something to suck on," Larry suggested.
"Far out!" Lyle cried, walking on his knees across the bed, unzipping himself and peeling his jeans down. His cock was a bright pink banana, long, thick and cruelly hooked. He reached down, took hold of her hair, and gently used it to lift her face from the bed.
The boy groaned when he saw the expression and condition of her face. Her eyes were huge and wild, her cheeks aflame with fever, her guttural exhortations to Trank animalistic and crude. She was the proverbial bitch in heat!
Jacky didn't pause for an instant. As soon as she recognized the shape of stiff man meat, she scooted forward, making Trank hop along after her to maintain the penetration. She grabbed the delighted boy's balls with one hand and with the other tried to stuff the massive penile bulb into her open mouth. It was a physical impossibility. No matter how she twisted her head and opened her jaws, she couldn't get any more than the tip between her lips.
"SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Lyle demanded, pulling on her hair, trying to make her swallow the unswallowable.
Jacky whimpered in obedience. Her cheeks went concave as she nursed upon his cockhead and then a flood of salty stuff, thick and hot, rushed over her tongue.
"NUMMMMMMM," she said ecstatically, gulping the warm fluid down.
The sight of the sexy woman sucking his brother's cock put wings on Larry's flagging libido and bone to his flaccid cock. His failure of only minutes before apparently forgotten, he said, "Move over, Lyle."
The younger Bertram was horrified. "There isn't even enough room for me!" he protested.
"Bull! She can do us both," Larry said.
Trank stopped panting and thrusting long enough to say, "Damn! I sure would like to see that."
"Move over," Larry repeated.
Lyle obeyed, pulling his cock away from a very disappointed Jacky.
"Uhhh!" she protested, trying to tug his cock back, opening her mouth, wagging her tongue lasciviously.
"Now we get our pricks as close together as we can," Larry said.
The two brothers moved together until their hips touched, then angled their cocks inward, so that the tips of their bulbs bobbed and jostled over each other.
"OK," Larry said, "now move in."
They inched forward on their knees, keeping their cocks at the same angle.
Jacky was overwhelmed by the sight of two hard cocks coming at her. Automatically her hands went to their fuzzy scrotums, and then she was smothering the oozing bulbs with hot wet tongue kisses, nipping one furious nerve bundle, then the other, sipping the pre-cum from one sputtering vent, then the other.
"EAT IT! EAT IT!" Trank howled, punctuating his request with a brutal bash of his cock into her cunt.
Jacky moaned in delight and did her level best to comply with his wishes, moving quickly back and forth from cockhead to cockhead, frantically licking one, then the other, like a kid with a pair of ice cream cones on a blistering hot day.
Lyle and Larry sat back on their haunches and watched her go to town.
"Man!" Lyle said, thickly. "When she bites my dick like that, I could squirt all over her face!"
"It won't be long, brother," Larry assured him, "and we'll both be cumming. We'll drown her in cum!"
To speed things right along, the boys wrapped their hands around the bases of their cocks and began masturbating into her mouth every time her lips closed on the tips of their cocks.
Jacky could sense the cum frenzy building up in her trio of lovers. It had a strange, distinct odor to it, fetid, earthy. As she licked and fucked, it seemed to her that there was no end ahead, that she would continue to tumble into blackness, cumming again and again until her brain was cooked by the awesome fever heat, boiled by pleasure.
Lyle made a shrill, keening sound and suddenly lunged forward, bashing the knob end of his cock into her face, making it flatten against the side of her mouth.
"GO, BROTHER, GO!" Larry said gleefully.
The youngest boy's face was beet red, his fist pumping the loose sheath of his cockskin frantically up and down the hard inner bone, his hips flipping, butting his huge bulb into her parted lips.
Jacky didn't care about the pain. She tried desperately to get her mouth on his jerking cock, but had to be content with merely licking at the flexing head. Then it happened. A deluge of boiling hot semen shot from Lyle's slot, spattering over her mouth, tongue, nose and cheeks in a white wave.
"UHHH!! " she gasped, closing her eyes, opening her mouth so wide that she could feel the corners of it begin to split.
"SWEET JEEEZ!" Trank moaned, as the second heavy pulse jetted forth, pearly gobbets spurting right into the hungry maw.
Jacky made no attempt to swallow the sticky stuff, but preferred to wallow in it, to hold her mouth open and let the goo slide off her tongue and lips, to let it drip down over her chin.
It was too much for Trank. He whimpered, then gripped her so tightly about the waist that he shut off her breathing. "UHHHNNNFF! UHHHHNNNNFM" he grunted, snapping his hips with all his might, jamming his climaxing cock to the back of her womb.
The sawing pressure on her clitoris, the searing man juice bathing her face, sent Jacky right over the brink. She let out a piercing shriek, her voice quavering crazily from the violent impact coming at her from behind, and her cunt commenced to flutter. Her mind went to stark white, klieg light white. She frantically milked Larry's testicles, trying to bring him off, too.
The older Bertram made no attempt to hold back his orgasm. He just let fly ... not into her face as she had hoped, but over her head. An obscene smile on his flushed face, he raised the head of his penis just as the first heavy spurt shot up it.
"AHHHHH!" he sighed, his fist a pumping blur about the thick rod. The white droplet shot from his vent, arching high in the air, landing with a heavy splat in Trank's beard about three inches from his mouth.
"HEY!" the orgasming boy cried, his eyes full of shock.
Larry kept on pumping and a second blob erupted, following the same course as the first. Trank jerked a hand up and the hot semen spattered over his forearm in a long, pearly streamer.
"YUCK!" Trank said, but his hips kept flipping, his orgasm continuing, his own cock flooding her pussy full of cum.
As Jacky mashed her lips against Lyle's still spurting penis, Larry mashed his cock against her forehead, making the next three gushes of cum surge down over her eyebrows, her temples, to drip down onto her cheeks.
By the time the groaning and snorting stopped, her whole face was washed in semen. It hung yoyoing in long strands from her lips and chin. It lay in white drops in her hair. Trank pulled out of her abruptly and it felt like he'd left a terrible vacuum inside of her, an awful emptiness that begged to be filled again.
"CAN I FUCK HER NOW?" Lyle asked, his fist sliding up and down his still hard cock.
"Knock yourself out," Larry said, panting.
Jacky didn't wait to be told. She quickly rolled over onto her back, spread her legs as wide as she could, and lifted her knees.
"She's really getting into it now," Trank said. "We're gonna have us a time tonight!"
Lyle climbed between her legs and bent his penis down. He was just about to push its tip into the spermy, fiery slit when the sound of breaking glass echoed through the house.
"What the hell?! " Larry said, coming out of his post orgasmic stupor with a start.
The same thought came to the three young rapists at that instant: police! The police had been called by neighbors and were about to come bursting in on them with drawn guns! The sound of many feet running through the kitchen, coming in through the back door, froze the boys and kept them glued to the bed.
Jacky was oblivious to the whole thing. All she could think about was Lyle's big cock. She scooted toward him, trying to impale herself on the fat head.
Then two figures appeared in the bedroom doorway. Larry and Trank exchanged relieved looks.
"What the hell do you want?" Larry snarled. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Trank added, glaring at the duo.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Chet smiled, his eyes alight with cold fire. "Come on in, guys," he said, motioning to the other room.
Larry's face fell as the two teenagers in the doorway were followed by a good dozen others. These weren't pencil-necked high schoolers, either. To a man, they were stout, muscular young men with powerful torsos.
"Meet the Amory High varsity football squad," Chet said as his teammates slowly filled the room. Their presence was menacing, stifling.
Trank shot Larry a worried look.
"This is our party, man," Larry said. "Why don't you guys find your own pussy to fuck."
Chet grinned a tight, hard grin. "You got it all wrong, man," he said. "What you're fucking is our pussy."
Larry tried to grin back, but there was little conviction behind it. "No way," he said. "I came here to teach this prick tease a lesson and I ain't even started yet. I'm not stopping until she's taught but good."
Chet shook his head. "My buddies here have got the same idea. That whore shit on me and they want to help me get back at her. Isn't that right?"
The dozen guys all made low, grumbling sounds and moved closer to the bed.
That seemed to shake Larry even further. "Hey, wait a minute!" he said, waving his hands at them placatingly. "If we all want the same thing, why can't we share her? There's plenty to go around."
"We don't share pussy with the low life like you," Chet said. "Get 'em!"
"Larry!" Lyle howled pathetically as the ring of football players suddenly surged over the bed.
Larry was in no position to help out his younger brother. He and Trank were unceremoniously punched and pummeled into unconsciousness, falling under a sea of pounding fists. Lyle watched horror struck as Larry and Trank were dragged by their feet from the bed, then out into the living room like so much garbage.
Chet grabbed the younger Bertram by the scruff of his neck and twisted his face up. "You're next, wimp!" he snarled.
To the amusement of the assembled throng, Lyle's eyes immediately rolled up in his head and the color drained from his face. He fainted dead away.
"Take him out with the others," Chet said. "Tie them up and stuff 'em in a closet."
Jacky was only dimly aware of what had happened. She had heard the grunts of pain, the sounds of blows being landed, and had felt the bed shift as the bodies of Larry and Trank were removed, but she couldn't pull it all together. Then Chet leaned down and slapped her hard across the face.
"Owww!" she cried, her eyes wide with hurt, the hurt pushing back the fog of lingering ecstasy. She clutched her face in her hands, blinking rapidly as she gazed into the angry face of her attacker.
"I'm back," Chet said.
Jacky nodded. It was a dumb thing to do, but she couldn't think of anything else.
"I brought some friends," he said, gesturing around the bed. "I hope you don't mind."
She looked from face to grinning face. They were all young, all handsome, all flushed with excitement. Suddenly it hit her. There was no doubt as to what was on their minds, what they intended doing to her: mass rape. The idea simultaneously thrilled and horrified her. Surely that many studs, that many hard cocks pounding into her, could maim, or even kill! Even as she stared, her eyes darting from face to face around the bed, strong young hands unzipped jean zippers, pulling out cocks of every size, color, shape, hands pumping the rubbery shafts until they stood up stiff and straining, a bristling ring of hot cock saluting her.
"Cut it!" Chet said, stopping the masturbation. It was his turn to look from boy to boy. "like we already decided, I get to go first."
There was only the slightest bit of grumbling from the boys. They were apparently of one mind.
Chet unzipped and yanked out his hard penis, then said, "Get her!"
Before Jacky could make a move to defend herself, her wrists were caught up in strong hands and she was lifted, kicking and screaming, up over the bed. In that instant, she knew that she didn't want what they wanted, that what they had in mind could destroy her. It was only a fleeting bit of lucidity, however, as a second later she was fighting for her life. Her right foot impacted with something solid and warm, something that gave way under the blow. She didn't see the boy go down from the kick to the chin and she didn't get a chance to unload on anyone else. Other hands caught her flailing feet and she was summarily hauled down on the mattress, so briskly that the air was knocked from her lungs.
"OOOOOF!" she gasped, unable to get the wind up to cry out as the hands pulled her knees apart, exposing the fat hummock of her pussy, making it protrude lewdly from between her silky thighs.
"AAAGGHHH!" Chet groaned as he gawked into her profusely buttered cunt. The sight of her friction-reddened labia pouting from under the semen sodden canopy of blonde hairs drove him wild. Immediately, he sank to his knees between her legs.
Jacky twisted against the grip of her captors, craning her neck to see the muscular young man bending his head down toward her crotch, a look of sheer rapture covering his face. She knew he was going to eat her already cum-soaked cunt, that he was going to rub her spermy petals all over his coarse face and push his tongue up into her sticky channel. A mind-rattling thrill coursed up her spine.
Chet slipped his hands under her buttocks, cupping them. Then, growling low in his stomach, he dropped his mouth full on her cunt, swarming over it with lips and tongue, slavering over it, moaning his pleasure into her clitoris.
The effect on Jacky was instantaneous. Joy exploded between her legs, rushing up over her stomach to her tits.
"UHHHHM!" she wailed, her hips starting to tick, moving with a will of their own.
Sensing her terrible excitement, Chet threw himself into his task with astounding vigor. He began gnawing on her swollen flaps, sucking them up into his mouth and chewing on them, all the while whining through his nose and mumbling endearments to the juicy maw.
"YEEEEM" she cried, her hips flipping up from the bed, bucking uncontrollably into his face. She could feel her control slipping away with every nip of his teeth, every swirl of his tongue over her hard clit, until her bottom was flying up from the bed. Her gaping cunt was beating an even, salacious rhythm against his glistening mouth and flipping tongue.
All around the bed, the other boys broke their silence and began laughing at her sexual antics, pointing at the juicy juncture of mouth and pussy, making obscene movements with hips and cocks.
Though Jacky had enjoyed the rape that had gone on before, even reveled in it, she could not enjoy this. They were laughing at her to such debauchery. The peals of mirth were like knives cutting into the sensitive flesh of her psyche. She found herself divided, slashed into two parts, a body that ached for more pleasure, that burned with an unholy fire, and a mind that was repulsed, shattered by the depths to which she had sunk. She began to cry, even as she continued to hump up into Chet's face and tongue, to bawl like a tiny baby.
Her sobbing only made them laugh louder.
Even Chet, nose deep in her juicy cunt, thought it was funny. He raised his face from her font, his mouth dripping with lubricant and slobber, and brayed at her. His hot breath gusted over her yawning cunt, blowing the keen, foxy fumes of her arousal into her face.
For a single instant, Jacky prayed for death, so that the torture would end. She knew that she'd brought it all down on herself, that she'd asked for it, that she deserved it. The blossoming of her sexual hunger had come too quickly, too suddenly, and she hadn't been prepared to handle it. But all that was water under the bridge. She had had her twisted fun, seducing, then spurning young men, and now there was a horrible price to be paid.
"SPREAD HER!" Chet growled.
The boys responded at once, pulling the startled Jacky's knees up over her head, forcing them down into the mattress on either side of her ears, folding her svelte and luscious body up like a lawn chair.
"NOOOO!" she howled, her chest and lower back burning from the terrible strain, her tits swaying, touching the point of her chin.
For a long moment, the laughter stopped while the boys just stared at her cunt. It was stuck up in the air at a lewd and unnatural angle, sandwiched between her silky thighs, smooching out invitingly. It wasn't just her pussy they could see, either. Below it, peeking out from between her full ass-cheeks was the round pink ring of her anus, visibly flexing as the whole lower half of her body rebelled, muscles contracting, spasming against the contortion.
Chet broke the silence. "How de do?" he said to her obscenely exposed bottom, applying his thumbs to the apex of her labia and opening her up wide, peeling the mouth of her sex apart, allowing everyone in the room to see the bubble gum pink lining of her cunt, the winking entrance to her tube.
Jacky choked on her own tears, coughing, as she watched his open mouth descend on her cunt, his long tongue wagging.
Chet did not pause, but pushed his tongue into her pussy, driving past the searing external drapery and into the quivering channel beyond.
"NUHHHHHH!" Jacky bawled, squirming under the hot, wriggling penetration.
The young man bored deep into her pussy, turning his head from side to side, rolling his tongue over the walls of her cunt, grinding his lips into her slippery gash and his chin into the red hot button of her rectum.
Jacky could stand the probing, the wiggling, but when he began to bob his head, stuffing his thick tongue in and out and bashing his chin into her hole, it was too much. Her crotch exploded with pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue and squeezed it with feverish power.
"YEEEE!! " she whinnied, trying desperately to move her ass. She was unable to budge it for the hands that held her down. That only made it better for her.
Chet drew his tongue out of her and then pointed to her sphincter, showing his pals the rapidly convulsing orifice.
A rain of coarse laughter washed over her even as her cunt quivered. Again, klieg lights went off in her skull as the soul jangling flickers of orgasm racked her loins.
Chet quickly pushed up from his knees and hunkered over her contorted body, straddling it, pulling his steaming cock down from his chest. When he fitted the big bulb to her slit, the whole room could see it, could see they way her cunt puckered hungrily around it.
The boys let out a whoop as Chet drove down with his hips, pushing his cock into her hot pink gash with a vengeance.
"OHHH!" Jacky moaned, thrashing her head from side to side as his great, hot presence filled her up, squeaking down over the corrugations of her cunt, bumping into the very back of her womb.
Chet force fed her pussy every inch of his cock, and when his bush grazed her wet pubis, he let out a low animal moan of his own. Then he started moving his crotch, using not only his hips, but his legs as well, to drive his thick cock in and out of her cunt. The entire assembly could see the way her pussy sucked at his shaft on the backstrokes, the way her labia clung to his meat, pouting far from the surface of her mound, sputtering moistly as the shaft slid home, turning in on itself, wrinkling about the broad cock base.
Jacky could only whimper and take it all.
When the friction against the walls of her cunt, the pressure of the penetration, the agitation of his hairs upon her parted labia, pushed her over the edge, she screeched.
"WOW!" Chet croaked as the pussy that held his great cock began to flutter, to ripple inwardly, to milk the orgasm from his testicles.
"NOOOOOO!" Jacky cried as the heavy tool was ripped from her cunt, leaving it to squeeze nothing.
Chet hopped forward, his dripping cock in hand, and sat down on the backs of Jacky's knees, freeing his buddies from the task of keeping her pinned.
"OOOOF!" she grunted as the weight came down. Then something hot, sticky and velvety smooth brushed her lips.
"EAT ME!" Chet wheezed, brushing his oozing knob over her parted lips.
Jacky did not pause for an instant, but opened her mouth wide to receive the tool that had so recently plumbed her cunt, the tool that reeked from her funky juices.
Chet pushed his penis into her mouth, forcing the head over the back of her throat, pumping on the lower shaft with his fist, making beads of pre-cum roll down her throat.
Jacky was in heaven. She swallowed down the viscous brew and pursed her lips around the fat cap rim, sucking, lashing her tongue under the shaft, massaging Chet's pendulous nerve bundle. She didn't think that anything could be more exciting. She was wrong.
Even as the heavy knob pulsed between her lips, something was happening to her cunt, something wonderful. Mouths, many mouths, swarmed over her upturned crotch, kissing the backs of her thighs and buttocks and sucking at the tender bud of her ass, at the lips of her vagina, at the mouth of her cunt. The sensation was staggering.
"UHHHHH!" Chet grunted as her squirming lips and swirling tongue brought him to climax. He bore down on her face, jamming all of his cock down her throat, heedless of the danger the angle might bring her, wanting only to bury his rod in her hot, tight depths.
Jacky could not believe the hurt. It was turning her throat inside out, but then the first gusher of his sticky cum sprayed her gullet. That stuff was like a balm to her, easing all her pain, turning agony to ecstasy. She relaxed her throat muscles and let him go to town, wallowing in the incredible quantity of sperm he sent spurting into her.
Meanwhile the lips on her cunt had turned to tongues. Tongues twisted, battling to slide into her dewy gully, to dip into the yawning mouth of her cunt, to flick over the blazing nub of her hole, and those that were frustrated in their goal made do by slipping their tongues down between her ass-cheeks and by teasing the flesh of her inner thighs.
Chet's cum welling up out of the corners of her mouth, his cock still spitting threads of hot semen into her, her pussy set upon by a dozen mad tongues, Jacky began to cum as never before. Her stomach muscles rippled convulsively, trying to suck the dick that wasn't there deeper into her cunt. The inside of her head flashed stark white over and over as surges of electric current raced up her spine and burst into sheets of electrifying sparks.
Then Chet pulled his cock from her mouth and rolled off, trailing gobs of his cum over the side of her face and into her hair. Before she could close her lips, another cock, bigger, hotter, leaking a saltier brew, rammed into her mouth and down her trembling throat. She mewled contentedly, sucking on the pistoning bulb, reaching around with her hand to clutch the heavy nutsack.
"OH! OOHHM" the boy cried almost at once, his cock spurting like a runaway fire hose, his hips flipping, driving his cock into her throat until his pubes rasped her gaping lips.
Jacky wallowed in the deluge. As she gulped down the warm sperm, she was being moved, turned over onto her side by many hands. The feeling of helplessness was overpowering. She was being tossed about like a doll. Her premonition of what was to come, the jostling and jabbing, the penetration by many stiff cocks, the forcibly induced orgasms, made her swoon.
The football players didn't give two hoots in hell what her mental state was. All they wanted was IN. IN her mouth, IN her cunt, IN her tight ass-hole. They held her legs wide apart, one pinned to the bed, the other held high in the air, while a smooth-skinned boy clambered between her thighs, shoving his cock into her slick maw and bucking his way into her cunt.
There was no stopping him. He was fucking like a maniac and Jacky had to fuck with him or be ripped open. Even as she struggled to get into rhythm with her attacker, something hot and huge touched her defenseless anus, dwarfing it. The huge bulb pushed against the tight ring, trying to bore past it and push into her bowels.
"NOOO-UMMMMPHHH!" she started to cry, her mouth opening wide, her cry cut off by the head of yet another hard penis.
The boy at her ass gripped her hips and rolled his own, corkscrewing his knob through the tiny ring.
There was an awful pressure and then her body just gave way. All three of them were inside her, fucking her to the tempo of their own hunger. Cock slogged down her throat, choking her, rubbing over the back of her throat; cock pumped in and out of her cunt, making it give up a nasty wet sputtering; cock slipped sensuously up her ass, moving slowly because of the intense friction, going so far into her that she thought she'd be split in two.
She tried to scream, but it came out all garbled around the pumping cock.
The penises working in her crotch began going faster, rubbing over the thin membrane that separated cunt from ass, cock from pulsing cock, churning her into a frenzy.
The others, waiting their turn, could not stand the tension. Their hands went to their cocks and the sound of male panting filled the room.
Something hot and wet fell on Jacky's face and hands. She groaned, only half aware of what was going on all a round her. Then more liquid dropped onto her face, spattering her forehead, her cheeks, running down the line of her jaw in thick beads. Despite her distraction, Jacky
She opened her eyes and saw nine thick cocks circling her face, nine cocks pumped by nine strong young hands, spitting tendrils of gummy white juice upon her.
She pulled the cock from her mouth and threw her head back, opening her mouth wide, wiggling her tongue wildly to catch the sticky down pouring.
The snorting and sniffling, the groaning and grunting in the small room was deafening as orgasm came to one and all. Boiling semen jetted into her torn anus, searing her guts. Powerful spurts shot into her blubbering cunt, and the cock in her hand unloaded, too, adding its five tablespoons of goo to the mess that covered her radiant features.
To the boys, the ecstasy was fleeting, over in a blink, but to Jacky, it kept on rolling, kept on flattening her consciousness. Some part of her mind realized that she was being turned over again, twisted about so that fresh cocks could push up her ass, up her cunt, into her mouth, but the fact did not register. She was lost. Her orgasm would not end. She flipped her hips, making twin cocks slide in and out of her body, then bobbed her head, sucking the full length of the strangling cock, and when those hard tools exploded inside her, then withdrew, she continued to squirm, to writhe on the bed, groping about madly for more hard cock to shove up herself, shrieking at the top of her lungs until she was totally, utterly filled.
Her cried were so shrill, so piercing, that none of the room's occupants heard the crash of the front door being kicked in.
CHAPTER NINE
The police made their presence known ... and felt ... immediately. They stormed into the packed bedroom, shouting and swinging their nightsticks. The boys closest to the door were taken totally by surprise, clubbed down from behind before they could so much as squeak. The others tried to put up some sort of fight, but since they were naked and weaponless, the battle was short and very one-sided.
The policemen clonked heads left and right, dropping the panicked teenagers like stalks of wheat. As soon as one would go down, he was hauled out of the room by his feet and promptly handcuffed.
Chet tried to get out the window, but couldn't get the screen off fast enough. A big policeman came up behind him and hit him once, just behind the right ear. Chet slipped to the floor without a sound.
Jacky didn't understand what was happening. The awesome heat of the male bodies that had covered her was rapidly disppearing and the sweat that they'd left behind, sweat and slobber and semen, was drying, cooling rapidly on her skin. One second she was buried in boys and the next she was laying on her back on the bed, her legs wide open, but nothing between them.
"Damned," one of the officers said, looking at her, tipping his hat back on his head.
"Uhhhhh!" Jacky moaned, her eyelids fluttering shut. It was still happening. She was still cumming.
"It's all right, a lady," an older officer said, reaching down and taking hold of the coverlet, pulling it up over her sperm-washed body.
The rest of the policemen in the room, who, to a man, had been staring at the ravaged meat of her crotch, jerked their eyes away and pretended to be fascinated with the tips of their billy clubs or the contents of her closet.
"I ... uhhh," she groaned, blinking, licking her spermy lips.
"Everything's going to be OK," the policeman told her. "You've got one of your neighbors to thank for it. She heard the commotion over here and called us ... otherwise, God knows what those crazy kids might have done to you."
Jacky only picked up bits of what he was telling her. He said something about the boys in the closet. Or was he asking her about them? She couldn't tell. Her tummy kept rippling and the delicious glow kept blossoming, sweeping over her pussy, over her entire fork, and every time that happened it was like a monstrous eraser brushing over the blackboard of her mind, brushing away all thought, everything.
After the boys had been lugged away, the cop rose from the bed. "Everything's OK," he said for the thousandth time. "I'm going to call an ambulance and we'll have a doctor check you over to make sure you're OK."
"Uhhhmmm," Jacky said, trying to sit up.
"Stacy," the older cop said, "sit here and make sure she doesn't move around too much. She might have internal injuries."
The younger man took his superior's place on the bed and began saying the same kind of soothing things to her. "Everything's OK, lady," he said, patting her hand. "We got all of those punks, every one of them. They must've been on dope or something. They were acting like animals. I've never seen anything like it. But you don't have to worry because we're gonna put them where they won't hurt anyone else ever again."
Jacky wasn't paying any attention to his words. She was looking at his face through the red haze that blurred her vision. He was a good looking young man, even-featured, square-jawed, and he looked great in his black uniform.
"HEY!! " the cop yelped, jumping up from the bed, holding his hand over his crotch. "She grabbed my cock! She grabbed my cock!"
The two other officers in the room gawked at him, then at Jacky, who lay there serenely on her back, staring up at the ceiling with vacant eyes.
"Sure, Stacy," one of the men said, "She looks real interested in you."
"So interested she can hardly stay awake," said the other.
"Man, she liked to yanked my prick off!" Stacy protested.
A faint smile passed over Jacky's lips like a shadow and then it was gone.
