MOTHER'S BOY is the story of a teenage boy and his mother. They find themselves victims of the ravages of sexual need, and seek release in the heat of each other's bodies. They have no trouble setting aside the traditional taboo against incest as their lust becomes the most important factor in their lives.
Once they break the taboo, one perversion leads to another until they are enmeshed in a sordid imbroglio of lasciviousness. Their friends are drawn into the web of carnal delight and their lives are devoted to greater and greater pleasures.
This account of sexual aberration is strictly fictional, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real, everyday lives. In these pages, those of us who've had no first-hand knowledge of these practices can get a glimpse of what goes on behind the drawn drapes of middle America.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Rita Hayden had never seen such a big cock. It had to be at least twelve inches--a foot long!
However, the miracle was not just its length. She might have expected to see such a cock in a Playgirl centerfold or a porno movie, had she been the kind of woman who looked at such things. But never in the flesh. Never jutting from the smooth loins of her own teenage son.
Of course, Rita had seen Randy's prick before. But in recent years, only brief glimpses of it when he was getting out of the shower or dressing, and never hard.
Relaxed, Randy's cock looked pretty much like any other male's. It was only when it was engorged with hot blood that it stood out as exceptional. Rita had had no idea her son was so fantastically well-endowed.
He had called out in the night, apparently having a nightmare. Rita had been unable to get to sleep and was in bed reading when she heard his strangled cry. Her mother's intuition had drawn her into his room to see what was wrong. That was when she saw it.
It was hot and Randy was sleeping in the nude. The sheet had gotten tangled around his neck, which accounted for his cry. When Rita gently removed it and her son was completely uncovered, her eyes almost bugged out of her head at what she saw.
"What a beautiful cock," she whispered in awe, struggling with the impulse to reach out and touch her son's throbbing tool.
Randy moaned in his sleep. "Oh, baby, come on and do it to me." His feverish voice startled his mother. "There's nothing to be afraid of, and I want it so bad. You know you do, too."
It was clear. He was having a wet dream. Rita was so excited that she didn't know what to do.
"Take my cock in your mouth. Just try it," Randy persuaded the girl in his dream. "If you don't like it, you can spit it out." Then he smiled in his sleep. "But I guarantee you'll like it."
Grasping his hard-on, Randy held it straight up in the air, thrusting his hips. With a gasp, Rita realized that the fiery head was right under her nose. Even in the darkness she could see the little vertical slit at the tip leering at her. A pearl of cum oozed to the surface, tempting her with its certain sweetness.
"Come on, baby, suck me," Randy insisted. "What are you afraid of? There's no risk. You can't get pregnant just by sticking my cock in your mouth. Even if I come and you swallow every drop."
Rita felt her tongue pass over her lips. She was licking her lips in hunger, hunger for her son's big, thick prick. There was no use in denying it. She had an uncontrollable urge to give him the blow-job he craved. It had been so long since she had sucked a cock.
"If you're afraid, take it slow," Randy said. "Just kiss it at first. I promise it won't bite."
As she closed her eyes, Rita's head fell forward. All of a sudden she could feel a hard knot of warm flesh against her trembling lips.
"Mmmm, that's it, baby," Randy sighed. "Now open your mouth and close your lips over the end."
A tingling sweet and sour taste invaded Rita's senses. When she opened her eyes, the head of her son's cock was in her mouth.
"Farther," Randy pressed. "Take it farther." Rita's lips fell an inch. Then another. She could feel the head of her son's prick plugging her throat now as her mouth slipped down the shaft. "More, more," Randy demanded. Instead of slipping as before, Rita's lips skidded halfway down her son's massive dick. She only stopped when she started to gag.
"Breathe through your nose," Randy cautioned, alert even as he slept.
Rita automatically took his advice. It worked. Suddenly she realized that there was nothing stopping her from taking all of Randy's cock in her mouth, no matter how big it was. She was giddy with excitement as she began working downward toward his churning balls.
Less than a minute later, Rita was deep-throating her son. As her lips nibbled his soft nuts, Randy reflexively twitched his hips. Rita was no longer just sucking her son's cock. He was fucking her in the mouth.
While Randy's stiff prick rose and fell in her throat, Rita crawled on the bed with him. Without even thinking about it, she straddled his face with her thighs, her nightgown bunching around her waist. She could smell her own cunt steaming with passion, as it peeled open to be eaten.
The sucking noises were music to Rita's ears. Randy's lips were nibbling toward her cunt. Then there was a hot, moist flash as his mouth engulfed her pussy. His tongue straightened and shot inside her.
Lifting her ass in the air, Rita dug her knees into the bedding as her son reamed her twat. His rough tongue was like an erotic snake within her, wriggling this way and that. She came in a blinding rush and made his face sticky with escaping pussy juice.
As the mother-son fucking increased in intensity, the bed creaked from overwork. Randy had his squirming tongue buried in his mother's lush cunt, and she wasn't yielding an inch of his foot-long cock. The sounds and smells of raw sex filled the room.
Rita couldn't stop coming. At first, each climax occurred on an individual basis, but now they had all run together in a continuous charge. It had been a long, long time since she had come so powerfully, at least since the divorce from Randy's father.
Her lust heightened to a degree which she had never imagined was possible. Rita craved cum. The thick, rich cream that could only be obtained from a blue-veined cock pushed to its limit. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to drink her son's sweet, teenage jism. Every gooey drop.
Rita began using her mouth the way an artist uses a brush during the final stages of a masterpiece. Every movement was perfection. She knew just when to be gentle and just when to be outrageously bold. One moment she was lightly nuzzling the inflamed head of her son's cock, and then in the next she was orally swooping down to his balls. Somewhere in the course of the action, she found his asshole with her index finger and probed all the way to the third knuckle.
"Oh, baby, I can't hold it anymore!" Randy groaned in his mother's cunt, his words crystal-clear despite the quantity of hair, flesh and juice in his mouth. "I'm gonna come in your mouth! Are you ready for my cum?"
Rita didn't have to answer with words. Her mouth did her talking for her by ramming down to the root of her son's standing prick, her lips a seal against leakage as she waited for the blessed eruption.
Randy's huge cock jerked inside his mother's head, incredibly expanding another inch as it swelled to explode. All of a sudden, there was a hissing in Rita's ears. Her son's cum was flowing in a torrent toward her stomach. It was so sweet. So hot. So damn wonderful!
Rita was determined that not a drop of her son's precious fluid would escape, and none did. She sucked up his jizz like she had a pump inside her. When Randy was finally through coming, Rita's belly was so full of his jism that she sloshed every time she moved.
Suddenly, Rita panicked. What if Randy had awakened during the frenzy of his climax? How could she ever explain to him what had happened?
Holding her breath, Rita inched up toward her son's face and checked to see if he was still asleep. He had a big grin plastered from ear to ear and damp pussy hairs curled at the corners of his mouth. To Rita's relief, his eyes were still closed.
Rita told herself that she should quit while she was ahead and leave, but she just couldn't force herself off the bed. It was reflex that made her twist her body around and return her gaze to her son's crotch.
"God, it's still hard!" she gasped in awe when she saw Randy's cock. The head was still glowing like a piece of red-hot charcoal and the blue veins were still throbbing. The shaft was like a steel girder. Beside herself with horniness, Rita found herself more turned on than she had been in the beginning. She knew at once that she could not leave until she had fucked her son.
Rita let her fingers brush against Randy's prick. Then, stroking it, she drew the taut foreskin back and forth over the pulsing head.
"Randy, your cock is so hard," Rita hotly whimpered in her son's ear as she slowly jacked him off. "Would you like to put it in my cunt?"
Randy stirred. Rita was not alarmed. She would have been disappointed if he hadn't.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Rita purred.
"Yess-sss," Randy slurred.
"I hoped you would," Rita replied. "Now just take it easy and I'll do all the work. You must be tired after coming in my mouth."
Randy abruptly jerked up. Rita caught her breath when she saw that his eyes were wide open. But she did not back off. She had gone too far to quit now.
"Who . . . who are you?" Randy mumbled, staring Rita in the face.
Rita sighed with relief. His eyes were glazed, so she was still dealing with his unconscious mind. It was still safe.
"Who are you?" Randy repeated.
"Just somebody who loves you," Rita answered, fondling his cock and balls with a passionate squeeze. "Can't you tell?"
"Oh, uh, yeah . . . sure," Randy muttered. "Whatever you say."
"I say that it's time for you to fuck me," Rita said firmly.
She swung a leg over his groin, straddling him on her knees. Now she brought her pussy down. Randy's cock was throbbing in her grip, waiting for her. The head slid between the slippery lips of her cunt and wedged inside her. Rita came immediately, spilling so much juice that she could feel it trickling down her spread thighs.
By the time Rita emerged from the funky haze of her climax, her son's big prick was completely engulfed by her pussy. When she looked down, all she could see was a wild tangle of dark pubic hair.
It was impossible to tell where hers ended and Randy's began.
Rita started moving her hips in the classic fucking motion. Randy moaned from the pressure her whipsawing cunt was putting on his cock, a thin film of spit bubbling on his lips. His mother was giving it to him good.
"Play with my tits," Rita directed. "I like a man to play with my tits while he's fucking me."
Randy reached his hands up, his fingers spread out. When they reached the lacy bodice of his mother's nightgown, he tore the flimsy fabric away and clutched at the pillowy flesh that popped out into the open.
Rita had large breasts. She had always been proud of them. But never as proud as she was now, while they were being caressed by her son's hot hands.
"The nipples!" Rita let out a little cry. "Rub the nipples, darling. Make them hard."
Randy caught the buds of scarlet flesh between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and rolled them like lumps of fresh dough. Within seconds, the spongy lumps had turned to stone in his grip.
"Now suck them," Rita told her son.
Randy pushed his mother's tits together so he could take both nipples in his mouth at once. The feeling this created in the pit of Rita's stomach was electric.
Randy was greedy. He sucked his mother's tits so hard that he forced her back. All of a sudden Rita was having to support her backward-bending torso with her hands to keep from toppling.
"You want to be on top, don't you lover?" she eagerly gave in to her son's forcefulness.
Randy grunted hoarsely, sounding much older than he was, as he shifted his muscular body into a dominant fucking position. Rita was thrilled by his masculine insistence-his macho power. He reminded her of his father as a young man. She just hoped it was the only quality of Tom's he had inherited.
Slithering fully beneath her son, Rita stuck her long legs up in the air and then wrapped them around his waist. Her crotch ground against Randy's, as he shoved his long dick into her cunt as deep as it would go.
"Oh, baby, move it in and out," Rita squealed. "Give me that heavy cock action in my pussy. In and out, lover. Back and forth."
Randy's dick was huge. Rita's cunt was deep and tight. The result was inevitable. A shuddering force-field of friction was set up that quickly had both fuckers moaning with joy.
Like a piston, Randy's immense cock did its work. In response, the vise-like walls of his mother's twat clutched it every inch of the way. Every male thrust was answered by a female thrust. The bedsprings were singing.
Squeezing Randy's balls, Rita could feel the cum rolling within them. Then she snaked a finger up into the sweaty crack of his ass and pierced his shitter. He jumped when she gouged at the base of his nuts.
"Come!" Rita cried. "Come in my cunt, you big, strong stud!"
Hooking her finger into a claw, she yanked it out of her son's asshole with a loud pop. On cue, Randy's dick lurched to the depths of her pussy and exploded. All of a sudden Rita was awash with scalding teenage cum. Jizz came flooding out of her, forcing Randy's cock from her cunt. With her pussy unblocked, a gooey torrent spewed from between Rita's legs. She slid her hand up the ravine of her twat and rubbed the cum all over her belly, heatedly sighing.
When she was through massaging herself with jism, Rita looked toward Randy. He had rolled over on his side, his head on the pillow. Once again his eyes were closed. He was even snoring lightly. At first glance it seemed as though the inflammatory images of his wet dream had finally departed his brain . . . except for one thing . . . Randy still had an immense boner . . . Rita couldn't resist checking it out.
"Oh, baby," she murmured with excitement. "You may not know it, but you're still ready to rumble."
She draped her head over his hip and took her son's stiff cock in her mouth. At the same time she shoved a couple of fingers into his asshole.
Sucking and probing, Rita brought the latent fire in Randy's loins to a blaze. God, how she loved it.
Her lips slipped up and down his turgid cock, lubricating their pistoning path with spit. At the depths of his gritty asshole her fingers diddled to utmost effect. Randy was groaning, shuddering from the waist down.
Rita slipped a third finger into his ass. Then a fourth. She could not resist the final one on her hand.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself. Drawing her five fingers into a ball, she made a fist.
"Oh, my God!" Randy lifted his head from the pillow and shrieked as his mother fist-fucked him. Rita was punching to his depths. She loved it. Especially the way his big cock jumped down her throat every time she whammed his ass.
Rita's knuckles were plunging into a morass of hot shit on every thrust. It didn't disgust her at all. Every facet of her son's muscular, young body delighted her.
"Why," Rita asked herself, "have I waited so long?"
Lifted from the depths of his slumber, Randy croaked, "You're too much. I've never met a girl like you." Then he paused. Rita could see his brow waffling. "Who are you?"
"The one who loves you most," Rita answered without hesitation. When she finished speaking, she deep-throated her son's cock, lapping his roiling balls with her lips.
How Randy responded stunned Rita. "Sherry," he gasped. "I knew you'd come around."
Rita knew that her shock was irrational. Randy was a senior in high school. It was to be expected that he would have a keen interest in members of the opposite sex. But to hear it from her son's own lips cut Rita to the quick.
Abruptly, she lost her desire. Listlessly, she let her son's rigid cock slide from her mouth and pulled her greasy fist from his asshole.
However, the damage had already been done. The instant Randy's hopelessly stimulated prick was out of his mother's sucking mouth it erupted in her face. Suddenly exhausted by sex, Rita was too tired to pull away. By the time Randy had finished spilling his cum, her face was dripping with creamy goo.
Her body reeking and sticky with jizz, Rita got up and left the room. Where did she go from here? It was all so confusing. There was one thing for sure, though. She had some serious thinking to do.
Once a mother has fucked and sucked her teenage son, things are never the same. In spite of her better judgment, she wants him all to herself.
Rita's will steeled. Sherry! Who was she, anyway? Rita was determined to find out. And then to eliminate the little bitch permanently. Rita convinced herself that she would be the only woman in her son's life.
Back in her own bed, Rita dropped off to sleep with vengeance swimming in her head. When she woke up the next morning, for the first time since she could remember, there would be a compelling reason to get out of bed. Nobody was going to get her hooks into Randy-but her. She was his mother. It was only right.
Rita swooned as sleep overtook her. She had her hand between her legs, fingering her scummy cunt. She dreamed of her son's big, strong cock fucking her in every hole. Repeatedly Randy told her that there would never be anyone else for him but her.
It was a mother's dream.
Chapter Two
Since the divorce, things had not been easy for Rita. They never are when a passionate woman doesn't have a man to take care of her needs. But Rita had never complained, because splitting up with Tom had been her idea. Sometimes, hating herself, she recalled how good he was in bed and actually admitted that she missed him, though never for long. She always jerked her feet back on the ground by bitterly reminding herself that he was a bum.
However, when she got out of bed the morning after ending a long sexual drought by balling their son, Rita was thinking kind thoughs about her ex-husband. She was so up she wished she knew where he was so she could send him a telegram thanking him for giving her Randy. If Tom Hayden never did another worthwhile thing in his miseralbe life, at least he could be proud of his son.
Unable to resist the lure of Randy any longer, Rita slipped into his bedroom. She didn't plan to do anything rash. She just wanted to gaze upon him. The way she felt, a mere peek at his muscular, young body would probably be enough to get her rocks off all by itself.
But Randy's bed was empty. He was gone.
Rita's eyes swung to the clock. Where could he have hurried off to so early on a Saturday morning?
The name came to Rita's lips like verbal venom. "Sherry!" she poisonously spat it out, her mouth stinging.
Now she remembered her vow of the night before. That bitch's ass was grass. The adrenalin pumped into Rita's veins like high-grade dope. When she looked down her hands were out in front of her, her fingers clenched like she was getting ready to strangle somebody.
Consumed by rage, Rita began going through Randy's things, searching for some clue to Sherry's identity. She was rifling through the bottom drawer of his dresser when the doorbell rang.
Irritated by the interruption, Rita stalked from the bedroom and through the house. She'd get rid of whoever it was quick and get back down to business.
However, when Rita answered the door, her attitude abruptly changed. It was Larry, Randy's best friend. He was a nice kid. Rita liked him a lot. And maybe he knew something that could help her. It was worth a try.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. H-Hayden," Larry stammered, unaccountably nervous. "Is-is Randy around?" His lower jaw seemed unhinged and his eyes were blinking rapidly. Rita couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"I thought maybe you might know where he is," Rita answered hopefully, searching the fidgeting Larry for an answer to his discomfort.
Larry vigorously shook his head as if he were grateful for the chance to avert his gaze from Rita. "Nope," he all but gasped. "We were supposed to play tennis today."
Rita decided to gamble. "Maybe he's with Sherry," she said, somehow masking the anxiety she felt.
Larry shook his head again. "That's a new one on me," he shrugged self-consciously, still looking away. Then his words came in a rush. "I've got to go. If Randy shows up, tell him I was here."
By this time Rita was sure he knew something.
She was determined to get it out of him. "Don't go," she said firmly. Larry jumped.
Rita reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, feeling him flinch. "Why don't you come in and wait?" Rita suggested. "Randy will probably be back in a few minutes."
Larry reluctantly followed Rita into the house. They were sitting across from each other, Rita crossing her legs, when she casually asked him if something was wrong.
He gulped. "You're nude," he said. It was as if a shot had been fired in the room.
Astonished, Rita looked down at her body. She wasn't wearing a stitch. She'd been so distracted this morning she hadn't remembered that her nightgown had been ripped off the night before. Then, in her haste, she had forgotten to put on a robe when the doorbell had surprised her. Larry was looking at her now. Straight at her cunt.
Rita jumped up. Larry did, too. For the first time she noticed the throbbing bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He had a hard-on. Rita had always thought of him as just a kid. Suddenly she saw him as a man.
"Like I said, I'd better g-go," Larry sputtered, starting for the door.
"No!" Rita blurted, blocking his path with her naked body.
It was like it had been with Randy all over again. Rita couldn't keep her hands off the mannish boy in front of her.
"Please, Mrs. H-Hayden," Larry begged for mercy. "I shouldn't be looking at you like this."
"Why not?" Rita smirked, as she traced her fingertips down the swelling in his pants. "Don't you find me attractive? Am I too old for you?"
"Oh, no! No way!" Larry spit out his words. "It's just the opposite. You're . . . you're ..."
"Beautiful?" Rita purred, unzipping his fly.
"Yes," the boy moaned as if it were a shameful admission.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Rita poured it on, as she slipped her hand into Larry's jeans.
Before he could answer, Rita had her fingers around his prick. It was a big one. Perhaps not the monster that Randy's was, but it would certainly do.
With Larry's stiff cock out in the open, Rita dropped to her knees. Kissing the pulsing head, she tasted a premature dot of sugary cum from the tip.
"You have a lovely prick, Larry." Rita looked up in the boy's blushing face. "It would be an honor to have it in my cunt. Please say you'll fuck me."
Larry squirmed like he had ants crawling up the crack of his ass. "I can't fuck you, as much as I want to," he protested.
"Why not?" Rita asked calmly. "Your dick is hard and my pussy is wet. That's all it takes."
"But you're my best friend's mother," Larry whimpered. "It isn't right. I can't ..."
"Nothing is wrong between a man and a woman," Rita cut him off, squeezing his churning balls. "And take it from this woman, you're a man. All man."
Continuing to squeeze his balls, Rita dropped her mouth over the head of Larry's cock and swooped halfway down his shaft with a single slurp. He squirmed again, but this time it was different than before. Now his hips were at the center of his wriggling movement. All of a sudden her son's best friend was fucking Rita in the mouth.
Grabbing Larry around the knees, Rita pulled him down to the floor and quickly stripped him. Then, swinging her body around, she pounced on top of him. Her juicy cunt was in his face. He had no choice. He had to eat it.
Rita didn't know how experienced Larry was and she wasn't going to let it bother her in the midst of a perfect sixty-nine. However, she suspected that the magic of his long, raspy tongue inside her creaming twat was the product of reflex rather than savvy. Either way, it didn't matter. Results were what counted, and Larry, whom she had known since he was a freckled-face boy of ten, was an expert cunt lapper. Rita was already coming, and she expected to come a lot more before the morning was over.
With her second boy within twelve hours in her grasp, Rita was on top of the world. Riding high.
For the time being, Randy-and that little bitch, Sherry-had vanished from her mind. All she could think about was now. Getting it on with a gorgeous teenage hunk-sucking, fucking. God, she was hot.
Rita wanted cum in her mouth. Gushing down her throat. Filling her stomach. Right now.
Releasing all of Larry's cock except the head, she sucked the remaining knob of meat as if it were a piece of sweet fruit. With Rita's oral voltage coursing down his straining prick and crackling across his loins, Larry responded like he was wired with electricity. His balls were smoldering. His senses were sparking.
Pushed to the breaking point, Larry shuddered. Spasmed. Shook. Then his hips surged a foot in the air, jamming his prick to the depths of Rita's throat, and he came.
Delirious with joy, Rita felt her cheeks balloon with the creamy load suddenly filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but there was too much. The excess jizz seeped at first from her lips and then escaped in a rush. Spitting the cum all over her lover's crotch, she watched it swamp his pubic hair and turn it snow-white.
Releasing Larry's drained cock, Rita lapped up the cum from his groin. By the time she was finished, she had drunk every drop of the precious fluid after all.
"What do you want to try now, stud?" Rita gurgled through jizz-flecked lips.
She had turned her body around now. Her big tits were dangling in Larry's face. When she swung them back and forth, the erect nipples tickled his nose and made him sneeze.
"Anything," Larry gasped. "I'll do anything you want."
Confirmed as the boss in their relationship, Rita squashed her tits in Larry's face. The large mounds of flesh tumbled over the sides of his head. Rita could feel his ears burning against them. She shook her chest, buffeting him back and forth between her swaying jugs.
At the same time, Rita spread her legs and crammed Larry's revived cock into her cunt. The moment she was through slapping him with her tits, Larry realized that he was getting fucked.
Up until this point, Rita hadn't known whether or not her new lover was a virgin. Now she knew.
Larry was moving his hips, but they were jerking instead of rolling. Zigging when they should be zagging. Rita chuckled to herself. He was cherry. It would be a pleasure to break him in. Every mature woman had a persistent fantasy about being a young boy's first fuck. Breaking him in right, so that every other woman he balled along the line would offer a silent thanks to his original teacher.
"Take it easy, sweetheart," Rita soothed. "You're trying to hard. Just do what I do. Copy me, lover."
She shifted her hips from side to side with fluid grace. Picking up her smoothly rocking tempo, Larry obediently followed suit. The erotic pleasure that hit both partners at once was breathtaking. All of a sudden Larry had been transformed from an awkward virgin into an expert cocksman. And Rita was his flawless seductress. Both were very proud of themselves.
"Oh, baby, your prick is a dream," Rita congratulated her star pupil.
"Your cunt is so wet. So tight," Larry moaned, as he rode the crest of a teenage boy's dream come true. "I've looked forward to it ever since I can remember, but fucking's even better than I expected."
"Just fucking ... or fucking me?" Rita teased.
"You're wonderful, Mrs. Hayden," Larry gushed. "I can never thank you enough for giving me this chance."
"Yes, you can, lover," Rita answered. "Just keep moving your hard cock in my pussy the way you are and I'll be more than repaid."
As Larry's big prick drove up Rita's cunt, the lovers kissed. While their lips branded each other and their tongues darted, Rita dropped her hand to the junction of their loins and treated herself to a fingertip picture of the main action. She could feel the rubbery rims of her pussy tugging back and forth with the ceaseless movement of the prick within her. Her sticky juice flowing in unbroken streams from the sides of her dick-filled gash. Larry's smooth balls bobbing up and down.
"Ah, fucking, it's wonderful!" Rita exclaimed when the kiss was broken. "I can't get enough!"
Larry's hand joined hers at the union of cock and pussy. For a moment their finger intertwined, wetting themselved with the sloshing fluids of raw sex. Then Rita let go and pushed Larry's hand into the crack of her ass.
"Finger my asshole," she rasped in the coarse language that she knew a teenage boy would understand.
At first Larry was cautious, as if he had trouble believing Rita's request. But once the first third of his linger was inside her asshole and he could feel the squeezing reception, he quickly got the idea. The rest of his finger shot up Rita's shitter. When she asked for another one, he eagerly gave her what she wanted.
"How am I doing?" Larry panted for approval. "Just perfect, baby," Rita answered without hesitation.
"I'm gonna blow," Larry panted some more. "My balls are on fire."
"Be my guest," Rita responded excitedly, bracing herself for the onslaught.
The cum shot up inside her like a leaping liquid flame. It seemed to surge beyond her cunt, filling her entire body. She thought she could taste it and hear it hissing in her ears.
Bloated with sweet boy-jizz, Rita lost her balance and toppled from on top of Larry. Landing in a spreadeagled position, she craned forward and sneaked a peek at her cunt. The lips and gash and hair were dripping with white cream. Her thighs were slimy.
Larry had gotten to his feet. Looking down at the cum-soaked mother of his best friend, he suddenly seemed nervous, as if to say, "What do I do now?" Once again his inexperience was showing. Rita was tickled.
"Your cock is still hard," she pointed out.
Larry stared down at his prick. His face registered genuine surprise when he saw that it was jutting straight out in front of him.
"Are you a masturbator?" Rita dead-panned. "Do you jack off like other boys your age?"
Larry nodded dumbly.
"Do it now," Rita urged. "Stand over me and beat your meat. Believe it or not, I've never seen anybody do it before."
Following her orders like a robot, the boy stepped over Rita and stood astride her. With his tireless hard-on casting a shadow up between her tits and across her face, Larry began slowly tugging his foreskin back and forth over his glowing cock-head. An unmistakable blush had pinkened his face.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed," Rita said from the floor. "It's perfectly natural to play with yourself. Everybody does it. Boys and girl ..." She paused. "And women."
Larry's blush faded and his hand moved faster on his cock at the image Rita had created with her purring words. "Do you ever . . ."he stammered with arousal.
"I'm a divorced woman," Rita answered matter-of-factly. "How do you think I've kept my sanity all those lonely nights when I was climbing the walls and there was no man around?"
"Could I watch you do it?" Larry blurted excitedly.
Rita's response was a hand in the well of her thighs. While her fingers delicately spread the lips of her cunt, her thumb found her emerging clit and pushed the magic button. With Larry's eyes following every movement, she came on the spot. The honey-colored juice that spilled from her pussy mingled with the stale cum that was already there, and then completely displaced it at the bubbling center of her thrusting crotch.
As he watched Rita's fingers expertly probe her twat, Larry's own hand became a blur on his blue-veined cock. He was really whacking himself now, the way he did when he was locked up in the bathroom with a centerfold from one of his father's skin magazines.
Gazing up between Larry's straddled legs, Rita motioned with her free hand for him to move forward. When the moment of truth arrived, she wanted him to come right in her face. Just thinking about it propelled all five fingers into her pussy and drew them into a flexed ball. She'd been doing it for almost thirty seconds before she fully realized she was fist-fucking herself.
Larry, of course, had never seen anything like it. Even in his wildest fantasies, he was too young to ever have imagined the more extreme things horny women do to themselves in private.
After receiving the powerfully obscene vision of Rita's pumping fist in her cunt, Larry's brain instantly channeled the resulting excitement to his cock and balls. He didn't even need his stroking hand to come now. Just watching what Rita was doing to herself was enough to make his pulsing hard-on explode.
The jizz shot out from the head of his dick in a glistening arc. When it splashed down, Rita was waiting. She wagged her head from side to side, catching the falling cum from ear to ear and from her hairline to her chin. It dripped from her eyebrows and clogged her nostrils. Trickling down her neck, a shimmering stream oozed its way to the cleft of her tits. She was a mess. She was beautiful.
Larry was standing over her, his drained cock still in his hand. It remained as stiff as ever. A ten-inch rock. He looked like he was capable of coming all over again in Rita's face without drawing a deep breath.
Rita sat up and stroked his balls. "Oh, baby,"
she murmured in awe, "don't you ever get tired?"
"Not when I'm with you," Larry answered immediately.
Rita grinned, her white teeth matching the snowy cum that masked her face. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she giggled like a schoolgirl. The truth was that Larry had her feeling as young as he was. She was ready to fuck some more.
Rolling over, Rita hoisted herself on all fours and spread the cheeks of her ass. She could feel her asshole throbbing and beckoning like a miniature cunt.
"You know what I want," she said.
Larry looked at Rita's puckering asshole and felt his heart pound. Rita's request was almost more than he could believe. He had never thought he would be so lucky.
Clutching his straining cock as if he were afraid it would fly away, Larry knelt behind Rita and fit the head between the cheeks of her ass. Her muscles latched on to the tip of his prick like a suction cup. At Rita's urging, he shoved. The sudden tightness was unbelievable.
"Deeper! Harder!" Rita cried. "Give me your whole cock!"
"You're so tight," Larry responded with alarm. "Won't it hurt?"
"It better."
Larry rammed her. On the way in it felt like he was feeding his prick to a meat grinder. But once it was hilted, he had never known such pleasure.
He was so turned on from having his prick buried in woman's ass that Larry couldn't hold back. He came almost immediately, flooding Rita's bowels.
The force of her lover's spurting jism was so intense that Rita's knees bumped on the floor. Caught in a crossfire of pain and ecstacy, she closed her eyes and let her climax rocket her to the stars. As she soared, the number four kept repeating in Rita's mind. Four times she had made this boy come. Never had she felt so much like a woman.
When it was all over, Larry returned to his normal shyness as he dressed. Rita liked that. There was something about his boyishness that made what had happened between them seem all the more worthwhile. She guessed that she had come to the point in her life where she liked her lovers innocent.
When Larry was ready to leave, he seemed unable to go without saying something that would make the purpose of his visit sound perfectly normal. "If you see Randy, tell him I was here," he muttered as he moved sideways to the door. Then he blushed, realizing the implications of his words. "I mean, tell him I was looking for him, but, uh, don't . . . well ..."
Rita had to restrain herself from reaching up and patting him on the head. "Don't worry about a thing, dear," she said in her most reassuring voice. "What Randy doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Thanks, Mrs. Hayden," Larry said. Then he abruptly leaned down and planted a wet, nervous kiss on Rita's lips. "Thanks for everything."
A moment later, he was gone. Alone once more, Rita realized that she had Randy on her mind again. She wished Larry hadn't mentioned him. For when she thought of Randy, she thought of his unexplained relationship with the mysterious Sherry and couldn't help feel threatened by this secret in her son's private life. It ended an otherwise perfect morning on a sour note.
"The hell with it," Rita hissed under her breath and went to take a bath. But as she was soaking the cum from her body in the tub, she kept goading herself with suspicion. She even began questioning her own motives. Perhaps, she told herself, she had just seduced Larry to get even with Randy.
If this was indeed true, it hadn't worked. By the time she got out of the tub, Rita was just as edgy and upset as she had been before her son's best friend had knocked on the door.
Chapter Three
It was getting dark outside. Rita checked the clock. It was almost eight. Where was Randy?
Rita put down the book she had been trying to read and paced the living room. She was very concerned. Could there be a connection between what had happened the night before and Randy's unexplained disappearance? Maybe he hadn't been asleep at all when they were getting it on. Alarming as it was, it was a possibility Rita was forced to consider. She might have driven him away with her impulsive boldness.
Rita fidgeted almost another hour waiting for Randy to walk through the door, feeding her own alarm. When he still hadn't shown, she was almost in a panic.
She called the police. It was a humiliating experience. They practically laughed at her.
"But my son's been gone all day," Rita told them. "He left this morning without a word and I haven't seen him since. It's been over twelve hours."
"So what?" the bored cop on the other end of the line drawled.
"It's not like him," Rita insisted. "He's a good boy."
"That's what everybody says when their kid splits," she was told. "These kids today specialize in fooling their parents. Just sit tight, lady, he'll probably come dragging in when the party's over. In the meantime, there's nothing we can do."
Rita started to protest, but the phone clicked dead in her ear. "Fucking bastards," she hissed in frustration. She'd have to find Randy herself.
Fifteen minutes later, Rita was cruising the teenage strip in her suburb. The garish lights of the discos and pinball parlors almost blinded her as she checked out the scene. There wasn't an adult on the street. Rita felt like an alien.
When she parked her car, Rita had to force herself to get out and start circulating among the youthful throng. "Uh, excuse me." She lamely approached a long-haired kid whose sex she could not immediately determine. "Do you, uh, happen to know Randy Hayden?"
The kid scratched in three different places. Rita noticed a gentle rise under the loose flannel shirt. Tits. She was a girl.
"I dunno," the girl mumbled, like she was high on something. "If you're looking for him, why don't you come to the party? All the kids'll be there. If he's a cool dude, he'll show up sooner or later."
It was a lead Rita could not. afford to pass up. The girl was too stoned to realize she was talking to someone old enough to be her mother. "Sounds groovy," Rita adopted a teenage twang. "I always like to party. Where's it going down?"
The girl gave her an address, muttering something about somebody's parents being out of town. "See ya there," she shirred, as she prepared to weave away down the street. "A good party can never have too many chicks."
Smiling slyly, the girl lingered an extra moment, peeking down the loose front of her shirt. Then, she chuckled knowingly, as she transferred her eyes to the twin peaks on Rita's chest.
"Especially any chick with a dynamite set of knockers like yours, honey," the girl said, before abruptly melting into the surging throng on the street.
Rita was excited. But as she drove around, killing time before the party, she honestly couldn't say whether it was because she might find Randy or because she was still young enough looking to be mistaken for a teenager. In any case, there was no denying that she was intrigued by this chance to enter the secret world of adolescence.
It was after ten. Rita decided to stop stalling. When she drove to the right street, it was lined with hot rods and motorcycles.
The noise could be heard all the way to the end of the block and the sweet smell of marijuana hung in the air like a summer cloud.
Rita knocked at the door of the right house. Nobody answered. Apparently she was expected to let herself in. She did. It was like stepping onto another planet.
Whatever was going on in the outside world was of no concern inside. Stoned kids were sprawled everywhere. Most of them were nude, or getting there. The only thing more blatant than dope was sex.
Rita almost stumbled over a couple fucking in the hallway. When she looked down it was as though she were wearing a head-lamp which trained a light on their joined crotches. A thick, stiff teenage cock was grinding away in a damp, blonde teenage pussy. The boy was telling the girl how tight her cunt was. She was begging him to fuck her deeper.
Rita wandered away from them with a definite buzz between her legs. She was aroused. She had to admit it.
A girl just in her panties came up to Rita. She had small cupcake breasts with cherry-sized nipples. Rita recognized her immediately as the girl she had talked to on the street.
"Find your guy?" she asked Rita, as she sensually swayed in a shaft of murky light. "What was his name? Ricky? Ronnie? ..."
"Randy," Rita corrected her, simultaneously shaking her head that she had not yet located him.
"Well, listen then," the girl said, inching closer so Rita could smell the perspiration on her bare flesh, "why don't you get out of those clothes and come get it on with me and Tony."
"Who's Tony?" Rita gulped.
"He's my boyfriend, and he's just crazy about big tits," the girl told Rita without hesitation. Then, giggling, she ran her hands over the slender contours of her own chest. "As you can see, he likes me for my mind."
Rita didn't know what to do. The girl made the decision for her, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her through the crowd with surprising strength. They wound up in a bedroom. A handsome, dark-haired boy was lying on the bed, waiting. His cock was hard and ready for action.
"Did you find anybody?" he called to his girlfriend.
The girl pushed the dumbfounded Rita into the light. "What do you think, Tony? Did I do good?"
The boy sat up and stared at Rita, his eyes on her chest and his hand around his stiff prick. "I can't tell. She's got all her clothes on."
The girl giggled. "That can be taken care of." She was standing in front of Rita, now. Undoing her blouse. "Oh, wow, a bra," she said. "I haven't seen one of these for ages. But I guess I might wear one, too, if I had anything to hold in it."
For the first time, Rita looked down. Her blouse was gone, and her bra was unhooked and slipping away from her bare torso.
"Mmmm," the girl sighed with appreciation, enviously eyeing Rita's massive jugs. "Listen, I'm not really gay, or anything, but if Tony passes, I'll be happy to get it on with you myself. Maybe what you've got is contagious."
"Cindy, you horny little bitch, get the fuck outta the way so I can check out the chick's body," Tony snapped.
Cindy stepped aside, leaving nothing between Rita and Tony's smoldering gaze. Even though she was still wearing her skirt, she had never felt so naked. However, even as Tony inspected her like a piece of meat, Rita had never been so aroused.
"Not bad," Tony passed judgment. Now, for the first time, he spoke directly to Rita. "You got a pussy, baby?"
"Of course," was the only response Rita could think of.
"Let's see it."
Before Rita could make the decision to strip completely, she felt Cindy's busy hands at the back of her waist, unhooking the catch of her skirt. The zipper whirred down and the garment fell to the floor. Rita stepped out of it in her panties, her heart in her throat and fire in her cunt.
Cindy was around in front of her again, kneeling, with a big grin on her face. Her lingers slipped under the elastic of the panties and rolled them down and away. The pungent scent of her own pussy made Rita's nostrils flare.
Now one of Cindy's hands cupped Rita's exposed crotch. The index finger slipped inside her cunt, wriggling until Rita almost came. When Cindy withdrew, she passed the sticky result under her nose for a smiling whiff, then tasted it with a smack of her lips.
Cindy looked up at Rita. "Mmmm, you're wet," she murmured, with her finger still in her mouth. "And sweet ... I almost wish Tony wasn't here so I could have you-all to myself."
But Tony was there. And now he was off the bed, his big cock looming in front of him as he approached Rita and Cindy. When he reached them, he shoved Cindy out of the way. "Come on, baby," he said to Rita, jerking her by the arm. "Let's go to bed and fuck."
"What about me?" Cindy whimpered. "Get lost, you titless wonder," Tony cruelly hissed.
"There must be somebody out there who has the hots for a human broomstick."
Rita was hustled to the bed and pushed down on her back. Grabbing her knees, Tony pulled her legs apart and peered into the juicy gash of her cunt. Then he crawled on top of her, fitting his hips between her open thighs and burying his face in the pillows of her tits. His dick entered her pussy like a sword, stabbing her to the hilt with a single, brutal thrust. The bedsprings started to creak. They were fucking.
Tony was different than Randy or Larry. In comparison with them, he didn't fuck like a teenager at all. He was tough and hard. He reminded Rita of a sailor on leave. Then, she quickly changed the image to a pirate. Finally, to an animal.
Part of Rita wanted him to slow down and give her chance to get her bearings. But, another part-a dark part deep in her soul-welcomed the sexual pummeling she was taking. The merciless way the saber of Tony's cock sliced into the wound of her cunt. The beastial way he gnawed at her tits.
The dark part took over. "Hurt me, hurt me!" Rita screamed. "Don't let up!"
He didn't. Not for an instant. His cock-thrusts became more and more savage. His teeth surrounded once of Rita's nipples and bit down on the soft tit-flesh until blood was flowing.
The pain made Rita come in a way that was new to her. Instead of soaring as she usually did during a climax, she dropped into a bottomless pit and plunged into eerie blackness. She felt as though she were on her way to a meeting with the devil. Never had sex seemed so dirty to her. So vile. But never had it seemed more wonderful.
Tony jerked her legs straight up in the air and leaned his chest against them, as he sawed his cock in her cunt. Rita felt like she was being split in two. She wasn't sure how much she could take. The answer was a lot more.
Suddenly Tony yanked his prick from Rita's pussy and rammed it into her ass. It was like she had a hot poker inside her. He was killing her. She hated him. And she loved what he was doing to her.
Now Tony returned his cock to Rita's cunt. After a few vicious strokes, he was back in her ass again. When he had switched a few more times, Rita couldn't be sure which hole she was being fucked in at any given time. She might as well have been taking it in her ass and pussy at the same time.
Then, abruptly, Rita was empty. She looked up just in time to see Tony's twitching cock hovering over her. The head was like a ball of fire. It seemed bigger than life.
As Rita watched with wide eyes, the vertical slit at the barbed tip of Tony's hard-on opened up. There was an explosion. A white, creamy explosion of molten goo.
Cum splashed in a scalding torrent against Rita's tits, drenching them. She had never felt such hot jizz.Tt burned like the stuff of hell itself.
"Thank you . . . thank you," Rita babbled deliriously when it was finally over.
Tony just smirked at her, as if to say, "What'd you expect, bitch?" Then he was on his feet and gone. Looking around at the suddenly empty bed, Rita was struck by the impression that what had just happened was all a dream.
Spreadeagled with exhaustion, Rita lay with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to get her head straight.
Soon she was asking herself what she was doing here, repeating the question over and over again in her mind.
She must have asked it out loud. "Maybe you're just waiting for something groovy to happen to you," came in answer.
Rita lurched up. Cindy's grinning face was bobbing up at the edge of the bed like a scrawny jack-o'-lantern. Now she swiftly crawled up to join Rita. She was completely nude. It was clear she had love on her mind.
"Did Tony hurt you?" she asked.
Rita nodded, finding herself weeping from her memory of the pain.
Cindy slipped down past her belly, sliding her head into the well of her thighs.
"Oh, he fucked you really hard. Here, let me make it feel better."
Rita felt Cindy's soft, wet tongue lapping against her aching cunt and ass. It was so soothing that she made no attempt to stop it. Then the tongue moved like velvet against her clit. Rita came.
"I knew you wanted me all along," Cindy purred from between Rita's legs. She opened her own slender thighs in Rita's face. Her pink, young cunt was almost hairless. Rita could not resist putting her mouth to it and eating it. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
Rita quickly discovered that a lesbian sixty-nine did not make the bedsprings creak. They moaned. Like a sensuous wind.
When the lovers had gorged themselves with one another's pussy juice, Cindy turned her slim body around and crawled up with her mouth against Rita's ear. "Have you ever fucked another woman?" she whispered hotly.
"No," Rita admitted.
"Neither have I," Cindy confessed with an irresistible giggle. "Want to try it?"
"Yes," Rita answered without hesitation.
Cindy slipped her hips between Rita's legs. When their cunts touched for the first time, they automatically kissed, each tasting her own pussy juice on her lover's crushing lips and darting tongue.
Rita and Cindy learned at once that they didn't need a man's cock inside them to make fucking wonderful. Penetration was irrelevant with the warm, soft cunt of another woman rubbing between your legs.
Although each was equally beautiful in its own special way, their pussies were in striking contrast. Rita's was wide and hairy, her thick, dark pubic floss reaching almost to her navel and curling down the inside of her thighs. Cindy's cunt was narrow and fuzzy, the surface like the skin of a peach.
When the two pussies squashed together, Rita's wiry hair tickled the hps of her lover's much smoother twat and pricked Cindy's clit. In return for this stimulation, Cindy used her position on top of the action to drive home a series of powerful thrusts that Rita could feel at the base of her spine. The chemistry was perfect. Rita and Cindy came mightily, each pleading for the other to fuck her harder and harder.
And then there were the other contrasts. The tits, for instance. Rita's were heavy and heaving, Cindy's virtually nonexistent. As the lover's welded their nude bodies together, Rita's spiked nipples seemed to scrape bone.
The bodies themselves were totally different. Rita's so lush in its maturity. Cindy's almost splintery in its youth. Rita felt like a giantess as they fucked. When she wrapped her legs around the slim girl on top of her, she told herself she must take care not to crush her.
There was one key thing, however, which was identical in each partner. They came as one. Soon it was impossible to tell where one's climax stopped and the other's started. Rita felt Cindy's orgasmic vibrations as her own, and vice-versa.
When they were through fucking, both pussies were so full of juice that they were as wet and sticky as if a man had actually come in them. Once again, Rita and Cindy drifted into a sixty-nine, cleaning out one another's clogged twats with their ever-thirsty tongues.
They probably would have fucked again, if Tony had not appeared. He was pissed off that he had not been missed. "Fucking dykes!" he spat when he saw the lovers with their faces between each other's legs. "God, it's sickening. Makes me wanna puke."
He marched to the bed and grabbed Cindy by the hair. She screamed bloody murder, as he jerked her up in mid-air and hurled her halfway across the room. Rita was lucky. She was just slapped so hard her teeth rattled.
After Tony had dragged Cindy away like a caveman, Rita forced herself out of bed and wearily dressed. When she walked through the house, she saw that the party was breaking up. Only a few couples were still lingering in the shadowy corners. There was no sign of Randy.
Rita left. She drove home. Randy wasn't there either. Everything had turned sour again.
Exhausted, Rita had no choice but to go to sleep. She didn't even bother to make her way to bed. Fully clothed, she collapsed on the couch and passed into unconsciousness as if she had been struck in the head with a rock.
Chapter Four
Rita didn't know what to do. A day went by. Then another. Randy was still missing.
The police still wouldn't help. "Happens all the time," they told Rita. "Kids get it in their head they want to see what life's all about. There's nothing we can do. Unless they break the law and we nail 'em."
Sifting through Randy's belongings uncovered nothing. In desperation, Rita went through his high school annual looking for somebody named
Sherry. There were a couple, but Rita immediately scratched them as possibilities. One was hideously fat, and the other had acne so bad that her face resembled a pizza. They were too ugly for her son to be interested in them.
Then, Rita had an idea. In the back pages of the annual were the pictures of the faculty. Rita recognized Coach Johnson, Randy's favorite teacher. Maybe he knew something. Rita felt that she had no choice but to find out.
During the summer, Coach Johnson worked for the Department of Parks and Recreation. Rita found him at the pool teaching a swimming class. When she saw his tan muscular body cinched by a pair of brief, wet, form-fitting trunks, the first thought that passed through her mind was how much better looking in person he was than in his picture.
"Buzz," Coach Johnson said when Rita introduced herself as Randy's mother. "Call me Buzz, Mrs. Hayden,"
"Rita," Rita heard herself automatically respond. There was something about Coach Johnson's friendliness that was contagious. She felt better just talking to him. It was easy to see why Randy liked him so much.
"We can talk in my office," the coach said. "We won't be disturbed there."
He led the way. Following behind him, Rita found herself noticing the way the firm halves of his ass rolled in his skimpy bathing suit.
In the office, the coach offered Rita a Coke as she sat down. While he was fiddling with the soft drink machine, she crossed her legs, but the structure of the chair made it uncomfortable. She was in the midst of uncrossing them when Buzz returned. He could not help but notice the flash of her crotch. He dropped one of the Cokes.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm so clumsy!" he blurted, rushing to Rita to wipe away the mess that had splashed all over her skirt and thighs.
"Really, it's all right," Rita protested, but she made no move to remove his hands from the upper part of her legs. In fact, she opened her thighs even farther than they had been. Suddenly Buzz's fingers were brushing against the crotch-band of her flimsy nylon panties.
"You're wet," Buzz said with a catch in his voice. He was no longer talking about the Coke that he had spilled.
"I don't mind if you don't," Rita purred with uncontrollable seductiveness. Her original reason for being here had flown from her mind, replaced by overwhelming desire.
The coach's fingers passed under the elastic of her leg-hole. He was rubbing her cunt. The tip of his index finger slid over the rim of a pussy lip and slipped inside the watery oil of her damp gash.
Buzz leaned down and they kissed, as he gently finger-fucked Rita's squishing twat. She gave him her tongue, telling him with its darting thrust in his mouth that she was his.
Without a word, Buzz undressed Rita. It was only when she was nude and spreading her legs in his face that he spoke. "You're beautiful!" he gasped.
"So are you," Rita answered. She was looking down at the tell-tale bulge in the crotch of his skintight trunks. It left nothing to the imagination. She could see the bold outline of his cock and balls as clearly as if they were out in the open.
He ate her pussy. Rita moaned, coming at once, and then holding the climax at full force until Buzz came up for air.
When she checked between his legs again, the head of his cock had popped out above the waistband of his low-slung trunks.
"Stand between my legs," Rita said to Buzz. "I have some unfinished business to take care of."
With great anticipation, she peeled the wet trunks down her new lover's thighs. She did not expect to be disappointed. She was not.
Buzz's huge prick whipped out. Rita slid out of the chair, and kneeling, began sucking him off.
Buzz was even more aroused than Rita had believed. He shot his wad in her mouth with such suddenness that she couldn't contain the creamy flow. His cum bubbled to her hps and spilled down her chin, dripping to her tits.
"Sorry," Buzz apologized for coming so quick.
"Don't be," Rita murmured, her lips hinged with strands of jizz. "Just as long as your cock is still hard." She looked hungrily at his throbbing boner. "Which it is . . . mmmm, most definitely."
While she was talking Rita had risen to her feet. Now, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed against Buzz, belly to belly. One foot stepped outside of his, then the other. Her legs framed his, her thighs rubbing against his. His stiff prick was flat against her cunt, throbbing in its fleshy slot.
"Stick it in," Rita whispered hotly in Buzz's ear, chewing on the lobe. "Stick your hard cock in my tight pussy and fuck me, you big stud."
On cue, Buzz dipped his loins, freeing his hard-on from its upright position. Rita's twat muscles pulled it inside her. When she lifted a leg, Buzz took it in his strong hand. When she lifted the other, he grasped it also, holding her aloft as his prick hilted her cunt.
They fucked in a standing position, Buzz supporting all of their weight. Only someone as strong and fit as he could have done it. He was the most powerful man Rita had ever made love with. Also the most gently.
He came in a velvet rush, flooding Rita's pussy with liquid warmth. When he set her down, his jizz was running down her legs in glistening silver ribbons. Already Rita wanted more.
She went to the chair, kneeling and placing her face on the seat. Spreading the cheeks of her ass, she flashed her cock-hungry asshole at Buzz.
"Fuck me in the ass," she said. She didn't have to check to know that his cock was still as hard as a rock.
Buzz came to her with his fingers first. He was too considerate a lover to put his huge prick in a woman's tightest hole without making sure that she was properly lubricated for the act. Unlike so many men, he had no interest in causing pain. The pleasure he brought to a woman's body was all positive.
A spit-covered finger wriggled up Rita's asshole, then another. Gradually, Buzz squirmed the digits in opposite directions, carefully widening the narrow opening so it could eventually take his cock without discomfort.
At last Rita's shitter was ready. When Buzz removed his fingers, the normal speck of a hole had been expanded to the size of a quarter.
Now Buzz brought the head of his prick down into the crack of Rita's ass. When he centered it against her spit-slicked, throbbing hole, Rita swooned with anticipation. She could feel the tunnel of her ass exuding juices, just like her cunt did when it was taking a man's cock.
"Oh, do it to me," she moaned. "Give me every inch of your big, strong dick."
Buzz made fucking a woman in the ass an art form-no pain, no strain-all pleasure. The insertion of his cock in her shitter made Rita think of a knife slicing through soft butter.
"I'm in all the way now," he said. "How does it feel?"
"Heaven!" Rita cried. Then she started moving. Her hips rocked slowly at first. But soon they were swinging from side to side like a pendulum.
Buzz began to groan from the whipsawing pressure on his cock, his balls afire.
"Hold my tits," Rita told him. "Play with them. The nipples."
With his usual contrast of strength and gentleness, Buzz cupped Rita's dangling breasts. When her erect nipples popped through his splayed fingers, he squeezed them.
No one had ever treated Rita so regally while making love. She felt like a queen-a queen of sex.
Already coming from the cock in her ass, Rita experienced orgasmic sensations in her tits. Spreading from her nipples, the tingling vibrated back to her shoulderblades, then her whole torso was affected. It was fantastic.
The upper and lower orgasms eventually met at the crux of her body. Rita jackknifed with pleasure.
Through it all, Buzz maintained a steady stroking rhythm with his cock. Rita had been fucked in the ass before, of course, but never had her second hole responded so much like a pussy. She was creaming inside, and her bowels were fluttering the way her cunt did during a normal fuck.
"Come!" Rita cried. "Come in my ass! I want your hot, sweet jizz inside me!" Her voice increased in volume. "NOW!"
"Here it comes!" Buzz excitedly told her. His face was red. His balls were blue. He had so much cum inside him that he was sure his legs were hollow and had been transformed into casks for its temporary storage.
Buzz's prick jumped in Rita's ass. His balls slammed against her adjacent twat. As he groaned with release, the jizz spurted in a Jetstream that made Rita shudder from head to toe upon impact.
The force of Buzz's erpution was so powerful that Rita was shoved forward. Her momentum made the chair on which her head rested scoot like it was on ice. She tried to hold on to it, but it skidded faster than her reflexes and she lost her grip. After wavering for an instant in mid-air, Rita's unsupported head dived to the hard floor, as her loins buckled from the liquid onslaught she was taking.
When she hit, Rita's cheekbone seemed to shatter. Her tongue was practically severed between her jarring teeth. Suddenly, there was pain. Rita screamed, tasting the sticky warmth of her own salty blood.
In some women, pain is like an addictive drug. An incredibly fast-working drug that hits like a hammer and spreads like an oil-slick. When it strikes, such women want more. Rita was such a woman.
Even though he had just come, she would not let Buzz's cock out of her ass. It wasn't just a plea when she cried for him to start fucking her all over again-it was a demand.
"Only this time," she ordered through bloody lips, "ram me. Punish me. Make it hurt!"
Buzz didn't know how to react. He had always prided himself on being a considerate lover. The women in his life had always appreciated it. He'd never fucked one like this, like Rita. A woman who considered the worst in him to be the best he had to offer.
Impatient, Rita took over. With her face still on the floor and her ass high in the air, she began doing violent things with her hips. Not just moving them, but cracking them like a whip.
Buzz's prick had slackened after it had shot its cum. Now, it straightened out even more rigidly than before. He was responding to the kinky desires of the woman he was forcibly fucking.
Rita was so excited she didn't care that her face was banging against the floor with every stroke in her ass. The delicious pain was coming in lightning bolts.
She was coming. God, how she was coming. And screaming at the top of her lungs. Blood-curdling cries that carried through the walls of the building and rode on the outside wind like a wailing siren.
People heard. They had to. The crowd was suddenly galvanized with terror, as it seemed that someone was being tortured in its midst.
When the source of the horrible screeching was located, a crowd of concerned people virtually knocked down the door of Buzz's office, certain they were coming to the rescue. What they discovered took the breath out of each and every one of them.
The coach, whom everybody had so respected, was on his knees, panting like a beast as he brutally fucked a woman in the ass. A pinkish mixture of blood and cum was gushing down her thighs. Up close, her deafening screams seared the soul.
"You bastard!" the mother of one of Buzz's swimming students raged. She picked up the nearest thing at hand, a baseball bat, and started beating the bewildered coach with it. He was an unconscious heap on the floor within seconds.
Rita tottered to her feet and faced the mob. Sizing up the situation, she realized that as the presumed victim of Buzz's animalistic desires she was in the driver's seat. She had no choice but to take the wheel.
"He-he just attacked me," she lied, in her most convincing stammer.
"We'll call the police," the woman with the baseball bat said.
"No!" Rita blurted. "I-I just want to go home . . . and forget all about what happened. I feel so ... so unclean."
As the crowd gawked, she grabbed her clothing and pushed her way out of the office. Stunned, her unwanted rescuers watched her disappear into a grove of trees, as she hurriedly dressed.
Driving home, Rita cursed the busy bodies who had rescued her. They had ruined everything. Buzz Johnson would lose his job in disgrace and would always blame her for the destruction of his career. Now he would never help her find her missing son. Randy was more lost to her than ever.
It was another sour finish to something that had seemed so right. As she pulled into the driveway, tears of frustration burned Rita's cheeks.
Later, alone in an empty house, Rita would start to blame herself for what had happened. "Why do I always go too far?" she asked aloud.
She didn't have an answer. For Rita knew that, given the same situation all over again, she would do exactly the same thing. Sex made her lose control. Why?
The answer came like the onrush of an orgasm. "I'm a woman," she told herself. "A woman in the prime of life."
She looked down. Her hand was between her legs, the fingers squirming for entry into her hot cunt.
"I need it!" she said defiantly. "I have to have it!"
She began finger fucking herself.
Chapter Five
Rita slept. When she awoke it was pitch black outside, but she purposely did not check the clock. It was enough to know that it was night. A time to prowl.
Her missing son was the farthest thing from her mind, as Rita left the house. She wanted to fuck. To find a man and back him against a wall and force him to give her what she wanted. His cock. In her cunt ... in her mouth ... in her ass.
She drove to the inner city, the worst part of town. By day it was just shabby. But, by night, it was menacing.
Rita got out of her car and walked down a lonely street, listening to the solitary click of her heels. Soon, she had company. Somebody was following her.
Finding a street light that clearly illuminated her movement, Rita ducked into an alleyway and waited. The second set of footsteps drew nearer, increasing in their rapidity. Rita heard hard breathing. She thought she could smell male sweat . . . she was ready.
The man appeared in the space between the two buildings, the dark form of his body a looming hulk in the murky glare of that overhanging street light. Panting like an unleashed guard dog, he had rapist written all over him . . . Rita would not have had it any other way.
Over the years, Rita had attempted to fight the boredom of her uneventful existence in many ways. One of them had been membership at the Y where she had taken karate lesons during one of her community's periodic rape scares. She'd never had the opportunity to test her skill before. Now she did.
The rapist came toward her, snorting like a bull. Grabbing his outstretched arm, Rita flipped him over her shoulder as if he were weightless. When he crashed to the ground, she had he spiked heel on his throat like it was a dagger.
Now the street light was framing Rita. Bathed in its eerie glow, she laughed at her victim's choked pleas for mercy as she began to strip.
Her blouse fell across his face. Then her bra and skirt. Rita kicked them away. Her sputtering victim looked up at a beautiful laughing woman, naked except for her skin-tight panties.
"Who are you?" the man gulped from below.
Rita squatted halfway, bowing her loins so the holes of her panties opened up at the hollows of her crotch. Her pussy hair puffed out, catching just enough light to take on a fiery tinge. "I am the angel of sex," Rita told her victim. "But my home is in Hell."
The man babbled nonsensically. As his overworked lips bubbled with spit, Rita began rolling her panties down her undulating hips.
When her panties were at her feet, Rita snagged them with a toe and dangled them in her victim's face. She could hear him wheezing, as his flaring nostrils took in their pungent scent. Then she kicked them away and eased into a deep squat. When she rocked back, supported by her hands on the man's knocking knees, her cunt vertically leered his way.
"You planned to rape me, didn't you?" Rita said, in a voice so mild that it clashed jarringly with the violence of her actions.
"Yes," the man beneath her admitted. Even if it hadn't been true, he'd have confessed to it anyway. Or anything else that Rita insisted on. She was that terrifying. The trembling would-be rapist was sure his life depended on it.
"Well, this time, the shoe is on the other foot, stud," Rita calmly announced. "This time, you're the one who's going to be raped." She laughed.
Dropping to her knees, Rita unzipped the man's fly with a flick of her wrist. As she loosened his trousers to pull them down, a sour smell was released. Rita laughed again. The man was so scared that he had pissed in his pants. Rita was delighted.
Although she continued to chuckle, Rita stripped her prey with swift efficiency. He turned out to be a hairy bear of a man, with a cock like a scrubby branch, gnarled and crooked. She expected that it would feel like a bull's horn goring in her cunt when she had it fully hard and fucking her. She could hardly wait.
Lowering her wet cunt on the man's prick, Rita began to rub. She could feel her pussy lips lapping against his shaft, stimulating the flow of blood. At the same time, she leaned forward and smothered his face with her immense tits. He twitched. He moaned. Fear left his body and arousal took its place.
Inch by inch, the man's trapped cock was transformed by the magic of Rita's naked body into a hard-on. At last she would feel the throbbing force against her pussy, the knotty head instinctively seeking a moist opening.
Rita tilted her hips. The stiff prick shot inside her. The instant it did, the walls of her twat clamped shut. She had him!
"Fuck me!" Rita commanded. "Fuck me hard!"
The man gasped with awe, and obediently started rolling his beefy hips in the classic fucking motion. Powered by this movement, his rigid cock jumped within Rita's squeezing pussy. The effect ws startling. Rita moaned in erotic relaxation. Suddenly she was just another horny cunt who was getting fucked.
They rolled on the damp ground of the alley, Rita no longer determined to be on top. She wanted the pumping cock in her pussy any way she could get it now, just so long as it kept fucking her to the hilt. Wrapping her long legs around the barrel-sized waist of her nameless lover, she hotly whispered lewd encouragement in his ear, thrilled by his brutishness.
He grunted something in reply. Rita made no attempt to make sense of his words. He was just an animal to her, and animals don't talk, they just make noises.
All Rita was interested in was his cock and her pussy. She moved her legs from her partner's waist and bent them at the knees over his shoulders. This position opened her cunt like a chute. It took a big prick to fill it. To Rita's delight, the one sawing away between her thighs could have passed as a log.
All the while, Rita's hands were busy. She liked to play with a man's equipment, getting the feel of his prick moving in and out of her twat. She felt her pussy lips flapping back and forth from the constant stroking of the big dick between them. In the final analysis, Rita loved every part of the act of fucking.
Now she decided to thrust her forefinger into her lover's asshole. He resisted, squeezing his muscles as she determinedly probed. Then, abruptly, there was a breakthrough. Rita's finger shot into his asshole. She could feel shit. It was tremendously exciting to her.
The man fucking Rita snorted as her finger probed his guts. When she added another finger, he spasmed inside and out.
Drawing her fingers into a two-pronged claw, Rita raked the side of her lover's asshole with her nails. Rita added another finger in his ass. Then a fourth and a fifth.
Her alleyway lover bellowed from the thrusting force in his ass. This time his words were crystal clear.
"God, you're killing me, you crazy bitch!" the would-be rapist cried.
Finally, Rita made a full fist. Then, with a deafening pop, she yanked it out of his asshole. The eruption that followed reminded Rita of an ocean of cream. She had never been on the receiving end of so much cum.
"Don't stop!" Rita greedily exclaimed, as the big prick in her cunt spurted jism in her cunt. "Keep it coming, stud!"
The jizz filled Rita's pussy and womb. Awash with hot cum, she lay on the ground. Never had she come so powerfully.
Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked up, expecting to be alone. But she was not. The man who had fucked her was still in the alley, looming over her. His cock jutted out in front of him like a battering ram. Revenge twisted his lips and made him even uglier than he was ordinarily. Rita expected the worst.
"Thought you could make a fool of Luke, didn't you?" the man growled.
"Luke-is that your name?" Rita said from below, shrinking in his shadow.
"Don't try to make friends," he warned. "You made me look bad. No chick does that to me. I gotta get even or I won't be able to live with myself."
"I understand, Luke," Rita said simply. "I humiliated you. Brought you down. No man can take that from a woman and let it stand."
"Right!" Luke responded enthusiastically. Then, quickly, he caught himself and glowered. "This is a trick," he hissed suspiciously. "You're trying to butter me up."
"No, Luke," Rita insisted. "I just want to be fair. I know what I deserve for what I did to you."
"What are you getting at?" he asked.
"Rape me, Luke," Rita calmly answered, concealing the runaway excitement within her. "It's what I deserve."
He backed off. Rita frightened him. She was like no woman he had ever met.
"Rape me, Luke!" Rita repeated, only this time she was shouting, as she sprang to her feet.
Completely flustered, Luke tried to flee, but Rita stopped him by throwing her naked body at him. All of a sudden, she was kicking and clawing at him, biting and scratching, screeching in his ear.
Luke had no choice but to defend himself. When he did, all of his immense strength was brought into play, just as Rita had intended. He picked her up and slammed her against a wall. Before she hit the ground, she was in his grasp again. He seemed intent on breaking her in two.
As her body was bent in mid-air, Rita felt Luke's cock bumping against her bare ass. It felt like a shaft of hot steel against her flesh. It could do such wonderful damage to her if only she played her cards right.
"Queer! Faggot!" Rita shrieked. "The truth is that you can't make it with a woman unless she calls all the shots. I had you all wrong, Luke. You never raped anybody in your life, unless it was another man. You followed me into this alley because you thought I was a guy."
Summoning all of her strength, Rita squirmed free and backed up against the nearest wall. As Luke advanced, she slowly slipped to the ground, opening her legs as she dropped. By the time she was sitting, she was spreadeagled. Thrusting her hands into her crotch, she snagged the lips of her cunt and pulled them as far apart as they would go.
"Look at my pussy!" she cried. "It's laughing at you! Laughing at your useless cock, you damn faggot!"
Luke looked down at his prick, as if to make sure it was still there. He grinned, his confidence back, when he saw it standing out in front of him. His cock had never let him down before. It wouldn't now. He'd fuck some respect into this bitch if it was the last thing he ever did.
"I'm going to rape the shit out of you," Luke said, in words so charged they sounded like a series of explosions.
Rita said nothing. She knew when to let well enough alone.
Scooping her up off the ground with his hands, Luke literally jammed Rita's cunt down on his prick. Pacing the alleyway, he fucked her unmercifully. His cock seemed twice the size it had been when he had fucked her before. The same ratio applied to Rita's thundering climax.
And it was just the beginning. Luke was a man obsessed. Only through rape could he prove his masculinity. He'd found the perfect victim. Only by being raped in the most brutal way could Rita have a full sense of herself as a woman.
A cunt alone was not enough for Luke's vengeful hard-on. Prying apart the cheeks of Rita's ass, he jerked his cock from her pussy and stabbed it a notch below.
Rita screamed as her tightest hole was suddenly filled with almost a foot of hard cock. Fueled by delicious agony, her orgasm when off the scale.
The more Rita came, the harder Luke fucked her ass. It was the perfect arrangement. His cock rammed her, battered her, smashed within her-and she came and came and came. There was no need for Rita to beg for the more. As long as she kept coming, she would get it-jackhammering hard-on in her tight ass.
But there was more surprises. Luke seemed intent on surpassing himself. On making Rita come so hard that it would permanently blow her mind.
Luke tore his cock out of Rita's ass and plunged it back into her cunt. Just as she was coming one way, Rita's climax shifted direction, tying her senses into knots.
But she was not allowed to get used to anything. For, abruptly, once again Luke was fucking her in the ass. Then back in the cunt once more.
Back and forth he went. It seemed to Rita that Luke had a pair of cocks. When she closed her eyes and turned her imagination loose, two men were fucking her. And she was coming like two women who shared the same body.
Then, suddenly, there was no cock at all. Luke had pulled out. He was laughing like a demon as he threw a startled Rita to the ground like a crumpled up piece of litter.
She looked up. Luke was standing over her with his prick in his hand like he was going to piss on her. But the unbroken stream that cascaded from the fiery head of his cock was pure white and as thick as syrup. He was coming all over her.
Bolting to her knees, Rita opened her mouth to catch it. The scalding jizz flowed down her throat, hitting her stomach like liquid flame.
There was too much of it for her to swallow it all. The cum trickled at first from the corners of Rita's mouth, then gushed over her lower lip like the crest of an overflowing dam. Her tits were abruptly coated with the excess. The nipples dripped with the creamy fluid like they were oozing milk.
However, Rita was not permitted to wallow in cum for long. Even after it had shot its jism and gone soft, Luke's cock remained purposefully in hand. The demon in him increased its sadistic laughter. Rita knew at once what was going to happen. This time Luke really was going to piss on her.
The golden stream from Luke's wilted prick washed the cum from Rita's body like a jet from a shower nozzle. She bathed in it without restraint, degrading herself to the ultimate. When it was finally over, she was slicked from head to toe, her damp hair plastered flat against her skull from the downpour and her skin steaming.
"Had enough, bitch?" Luke snarled, as he flicked off the last drops of piss from the tip of his cock in Rita's face.
Even Rita was embarrassed to tell him the truth-that she would have eagerly welcomed more humiliation.
Luke took her silence as an admission of defeat. When he left the alley, he was whistling, a happy man.
Alone again, Rita stretched out in the pool of urine in which she rested and felt its warmth against her face. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her sore cunt and ass. Fingers went into holes and she squirmed. She capped off the experience by getting herself off one more time.
Chapter Six
Her spirits revived by the stimulating experience of being raped, Rita resumed her search for Randy. Having explored the dark side of her own nature, she did not flinch when she considered the worst that might have happened to her missing son. She was willing to go to Hell and back to find him, and realized that she might have to make that very journey. It was a jungle out there. If Randy had entered it, Rita was determined to track him down.
An hour after she had made up her mind to go to any lengths to find her son, Rita found herself on the corner of a garishly lighted street of dives and all-night theaters talking to a pimp.
"I want a party," she told him matter-of-factly.
The pimp rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. Greed was as natural to him as breathing.
"Boys, girls?" he asked. "A combo?"
"Boys," Rita answered without blinking. "Teenagers."
The pimp looked Rita over and then nodded knowingly. He gave the definite impression that he was no stranger to doing business with horny middle-class women.
"It can be arranged," he said, "but first I'll have to see the color of your money."
Rita opened her purse and flashed its contents. It was stuffed with the five hundred dollars in small bills she had just withdrawn from the bank.
The pimp chuckled. "You got yourself a deal, lady. How many bodies you want?"
"How many can I get?"
"A half-dozen on short notice," the pimp told her.
"Send them here," Rita said, handing him the address of the seedy no-questons-asked motel where she had already rented a room. "I'll pay on delivery. And one more thing-nobody over eighteen. Like I said, I like 'em young."
The deal struck, Rita drove to the motel and waited in her room for the rest of her plan to unfold. By the time the knock on the door came, she was more than just a little excited.
The pimp had a Cadillac El Dorado full of boys. Like a coach, he slapped each one on the ass as they passed through the door into Rita's room. When he left, he had all of her five hundred dollars.
The boys looked like normal kids, but their behavior was strange. There faces were expressionless. It was as though they had been programmed. When they wordlessly stripped, they seemed like robots.
"Wait a minute, boys," an all-business Rita said when the pants and shirts started to come off, determined to set things straight. "I know why you think I hired you, but actually I really just wanted to ask you a few Questions. I . . ."
Her voice trailed off when she saw the first teenage cock. Even soft, it was at least eight inches. The balls were round and smooth. A tuft of coppery hair puffed boyishly at the top. In spite of her best intentions, Rita could feel her determination to keep things on an arm's-length basis fading and her desire growing.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Rita had made up her mind not to fool around. Tracking down her missing son was the business at hand, not getting her rocks off. There was a whole lifetime ahead of her foT that. Particularly, when she had Randy back.
The naked boy came to Rita, offering his goods for inspection. When he thrust his cock and balls under her nose, Rita had no choice but to fondle them. From that moment on, she was a lost cause.
"You have a beautiful prick," Rita heard herself saying.
It was as if she were watching herself, as she leaned forward and took the fleshy head in her mouth and sucked. At once the boy's cock began to harden.
Rita dropped to her knees and sucked in the boy's entire dick. He immediately began moving his hips in a classic fashion. Within seconds, Rita was not just sucking his prick, she was literally being fucked in the mouth.
The other boys were completely stripped now, too. They all had big cocks. Big cocks were a feature their pimp was always on the lookout for as he combed the legion of teenage runaways roaming the streets. Experience had taught him that customers were more than willing to pay through the nose for that little something extra.
Despite their tender years, the boys were pros. They were like all-star athletes. These boys knew all the tricks to get the most out of their God-given talents.
Her mouth being expertly fucked by as many inches of hard cock as any woman could want, Rita found herself surrounded by naked young men. They closed in on her, still saying nothing. Words were not important here. Just performance.
With her lips still clutching the original hard-on, two boys laid Rita out on the king-sized bed. The boy fucking her mouth was sitting on her face now, feeding her his stiff prick. The other five teenagers were silently divvying up her body, deciding who would fuck what.
Rita felt her clothes disappear. Naked, she wriggled in the folds of the bedding, stimulated by the air against her bare flesh. She knew she was ready. Ready to take on six boys all at the same time. All of a sudden she had the uncontrollable feeling that she had lived her whole life waiting for this extraordinary event to happen.
Someone gripped her uplifted knees and spread her legs apart. Even with another person's crotch spread across her face, Rita could smell her own cunt.
Strong hands on her thighs braced a muscular teenage body between Rita's legs. When the body eased its way down, the mallet-sized head of a cock crushed Rita's dewy pussy lips. A bucket of hot juice bubbled from her cunt, greasing the way for a fuck.
There was a squishing plunge. Rita wiggled her hips, taking full advantage of the pulsing hard-on that now stabbed to the spasming core of her pussy. Two boys down-four to go.
Somebody sat on Rita's belly, engulfing his rigid tool with her pillowy tits and then rocking his groin back and forth in a steady fucking rhythm.
With three strong-cocked boys vigorously balling her, Rita still felt an emptiness inside. She knew just where it was located. The vaccum of her asshole pleaded for swollen prick to fill it.
The boy fucking Rita in the cunt rose to his knees, spreading his flanks so another boy could crawl between them and reach the untapped opening. The newcomer wriggled into the well of Rita's thighs, then slanted his body sideways, aligning his dick directly beneath the one in her pussy.
When she felt the cock-head at her ass, Rita was unable to resist offering a helping hand. Reaching down, she took the prick between her fingers and gave it a jerk. The barbed tip burrowed inside her, its initial impact sending a ripple all the way up her spine.
With her hand still around the prick, Rita jerked again. This time half the thick shaft engorged her cock-hungry ass. She could feel the pumping dick in her adjacent cunt rubbing against it through the thin wall barely separating her two fuck-holes.
Now Rita's busy fingers moved down to the balls. She squeezed them. The boy they belonged to responded reflexively, his groin bucking from the sudden pressure and his prick lurching forward. When Rita let go of his nuts, his whole cock was buried in her tight, wet ass.
There were two boys remaining and Rita had run out of holes. All she had left were her hands. She knew how to use them.
Out of necessity, Rita became a jack-off artist par excellence. Her stroking digits did everything a pussy or asshole could do, and perhaps more, as she beat the meat of the final two boys. Maybe the fact that she lubricated her fingers with her own pussy juice before she started helped.
With all six bo/s accounted for, Rita was free to enjoy their services to the ultimate. Her body became a dynamo of female movement, as she gyrated in the way that only a woman in heat can do. Every motion stressed a different cock, and Rita ran through them over and over again with squirming enthusiasm.
She would squeeze the muscles of her pussy, concentrating on the way the prick in this fuck-hole stabbed to the farthest reaches of her womb. Then, just as she was coming so hard in her cunt that she thought the walls would melt, the emphasis of her movement passed to the channel of her asshole.
Rita had a pattern. From her ass, she shifted her concentration to her tits. The cock ceaselessly pumping in the narrow crack between the compressed mounds got a workout that could not have been topped by the tightest cunt.
Her throat was being rubbed raw by the prick which choked her ten inches deep. Her lips were being bruised by the balls battering them. Her nostrils were stuffed with wiry clumps of pubic hair that scratched and tickled. She was intoxicated by the musty crotch scent of the sweaty boy fucking her face.
The last two links in the chain of total fucking were Rita's pumping hands. Her strokes never missed a beat, one hand going up while the other one went down. The cocks affected responded with pulsating veins and thrusting hardness, as their foreskins were drawn repeatedly over their sensitive heads.
Although no actual words had passed through her cock-filled hps, Rita's message was loud and clear. Her cunt, her ass, her tits, her mouth and her fingers declared to the stiff pricks in their grasp that the time had arrived for them to explode.
It was like a fourth of July of sex. However, rather than fiery and ear-splitting, the eruptions were wet and hissing. Rita took every scalding drop without flinching. As she wildly climaxed, jizz gushed into her from three directions at once. And, as it flooded down her throat and up her ass and pussy, three more jets of cum bathed her body.
As their cocks were drained, one by one the boys withdrew, finally leaving Rita alone on the bed. The cum that had swamped her had started to leak, and quickly she was wallowing in a widening pool of the sticky substance.
"MORE! MORE!" Rita screamed at the top of her lungs.
The boys looked at each other. Their sordid line of work had exposed them to a lot, but Rita was something else. She didn't even take time to rest. Six cocks at once to her was just foreplay.
Rita's erotic frenzy intrigued the boys. But, more than that, it challenged them. For the first time since their pimp had delivered them to the motel room, one of them spoke.
"I'll take her first," he told the others. They nodded, immediately agreeing to an unspoken plan. They'd fucked her all at once the first time-this time Rita would experience their strong, young cocks one by one.
She eagerly pulled the boy between her legs, sucking his prick within her greedy cunt. Her legs steadily rose until they were sticking straight up in the air. The boy fucking her grabbed her ankles and spread her legs in a wide V, kneeling as he plowed his prick into the hairy slash of Rita's flexing pussy.
"Now that's fucking!" one boy said to another, a professional eye on the action.
"I can do better," the second boy answered. "I'll show you real fucking."
As they were speaking, the boy on the bed came like a geyser. Yanking his prick from Rita's cunt at the last possible instant, he sprayed his syrupy wad all her her face. She licked up as much of it as she could, gulping it down like she was dying of thirst.
Now it was the turn of the boy who had done the bragging to make good on his boast. When he arrived on the bed, he flipped Rita over on her belly and then drew her as up in the air, prying apart the cheeks. His prick went into her asshole, his fist into her cunt. Rita screamed with joy and started shaking her hips.
On the sidelines, the watching continued, interest rapidly mounting.
"Sure, he's good," somebody said of the boy now fucking Rita with brutal efficiency. "But I'm even better. When I'm through balling that chick, she won't even know the rest of you clowns exist."
He was loudly disagreed with. Spirits were running high. Each boy was confident that he knew how to fuck best, that he was the one who could finally satisfy Rita. A competitive hum filled the air.
And so Rita took them all on, each boy trying desperately to outdo the performances of those who had gone before him. When nothing was settled on the first run-through, the gang bang started all over again. Then again and again, until it was a merry-go-round of raw sex.
The boys were young and strong enough to keep coming indefinitely. Rita wouldn't have had it any other way. She was horny enough to wish for an ocean of cum. She almost got it before she was finally fucked into unconsciousness.
The boys left her sprawled like a ragdoll on the bed and caught a cab back to their pimp. But in her feverish mind, Rita was still awake . . . and fucking like there was no tomorrow.
Replaying the gang bang over and over again in her mind, Rita experienced as many climaxes asleep as she had enjoyed awake. It was only when she came to several hours later with her fist pumping in her cunt that she fully realized what had happened.
She sat up in bed, staring at her glistening knuckles, as the truth dawned on her. "Randy," she muttered her missing son's name in a broken voice.
She knew that she had blown it again. Her questions about Randy's whereabouts remained unanswered because they had been unasked. Once more, her uncontrollable lust had blotted out her best intentions. She didn't know any more about where Randy might be than when she had started. She had to face it. Her sex drive was stronger than her common sense.
But Rita would not permit herself to fall into despair, knowing that if she did all was lost. She smiled instead, remembering how well she had spent her money.
"Hell, I can't complain, at least I got what I paid for," she assured herself. "That's all that counts in this dog-eat-dog world."
Defiantly, she stuck her fist back in her cunt and fucked herself until she came and fresh pussy juice was running down her thighs.
Chapter Seven
There was a surprise waiting for Rita when she got home. He was sprawled on the couch in the same condition as the last time she had seen him, five long years ago. Dead drunk.
"Tom!" Rita blurted at the sight of her ex-husband. "What are you doing here?"
He winked, trying to turn on the old charm. But he was so smashed that his eyelid just drooped as if half of his face was falling asleep.
"I was jus' passin' through town," he slurred.
"And the urge . . . the urge to see you . . . hit me. Jus' like that."
Anger rose in Rita. "What about your son?" she snapped.
"Oh, yeah, well him too." Tom struggled for a moment, giving Rita the definite impression he was trying to remember Randy's name. "How is . . . Randy?" he finally asked.
"You're too late," Rita bitterly answered.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"He's gone. Gone for good." Rita laid it on thick, relishing the opportunity to take out her grief on somebody else. "He ran away from home last week." She paused, then sunk in the needle. "We'll never know for sure if he'd have thought there was a reason to stick around with a father to look up to."
Tom's reaction surprised Rita almost as much as his initial appearance. "I'm sorry," he hung his head and said. He was crying.
In spite of herself, Rita felt something for him. And it wasn't just pity. She went to Tom, and before she knew it, found herself embracing him, trying to stop his tears with kisses.
"It's no use," Tom insisted. "I'm just no damn good. I've been a failure at everything I've ever tried."
Suddenly Rita was determined to lift his spirits. "A failure at everything. I don't know about that," she cooed in his ear. "I can remember at least one thing you were always pretty good at."
Automatically, her hand fell to his lap. At the crux of his thighs a tell-tale bulge greeted her. Assured that her fondest memory of Tom was still intact, Rita let her excitement wash over her.
When Tom continued to sob, Rita decided to cheer him up the only way she knew how. She unzipped his fly. When she slipped her hand into his pants, her touch told her that Tom was still in the habit of not wearing underwear. His big, bare cock was throbbing between her clutching fingers like an angry snake.
All at once, Tom realized what was going on. "No," he said, grabbing Rita's wrist. "I can't let you."
"But I want to," Rita purred. Before Tom could resist any further, she yanked his prick out into the open and closed her mouth around it.
As Rita sucked his cock, Tom's head fell forward against her breast. Quickly, he was unbuttoning her blouse, getting to her tits. God, how he used to love to suck them, closing his eyes and pretending that he was a baby. He couldn't count the times he'd thought wistfully of Rita's tits while he was bumming around on the road.
And then Rita was naked from the waist up. Tom's head was between her tits, his wet mouth sliding toward one of her erect nipples. He was sucking it, drawing it all the way down into his throat. Rita came on the spot.
"Let's go to bed," she released Tom's cock and said.
"And do what?" he teased her, with a mouthful of tit.
"Fuck!" she said without hesitation. "I want you on top of me. Your hips moving between my legs." She paused, the carnal expectation building. "Your big cock in my tight, wet pussy."
Abruptly, Tom was no longer drunk. Like a sturdy knight of old, he picked up his ex-wife from the couch and carried her into the bedroom. When he laid her on the bed, he was a young man again in Rita's eyes, as handsome and desirable as a movie star.
"Strip me," Rita requested. "The way you used to-nice and slow."
He undid her skirt and pulled it off.
With only her sheer panties between her cunt and total nudity, Rita lifted her legs and eased her thighs apart. As her loins spread, the crotch-band of her panties was sucked into the expanding gash of her pussy, until, finally, it was just a slim blue ribbon down the center of her twat.
Tom ran his fingers through the puffs of hair at either side of Rita's cunt, just barely touching the swollen flesh underneath.
Now Tom pulled the sopping crotch-panel of the panties out of Rita's damp slit and tugged the elastic aside. Suddenly, his fingers were replaced by his mouth. He licked from her clit to her asshole, blotting up as much of the oozing female juice as he could with his tongue. Rita swooned and came, creating a whole new flood of pussy juice.
When Tom lifted his face from her cunt to get some air, it was glistening with the juices of Rita's twat. Impulsively, she pulled him toward her and kissed him, tasting her own pussy juice on his crushing lips and darting tongue.
When Tom had finally peeled off her panties, Rita went to work on stripping him. As his body was exposed, she marveled at how young and muscular he still was. From the neck down, she could have easily mistaken Tom for his son . . . especially between the legs.
"Do I still pass the test?" Tom asked, when he saw Rita dreamily eyeing his crotch.
"Oh, God, yes." Rita sighed as she kissed his cock. "You're still the handsomest man I've ever seen."
"And you're the most beautiful woman," Tom immediately answered.
Was he blowing smoke up her ass? Rita didn't give a damn. All she cared about was having this man's big, strong cock inside her cunt. Fucking her until she screamed.
As Tom knelt, Rita clutched his dick in her hand and slid between his legs. With a moist squish she slipped his cock into her cunt and ground her hips.
"Mmmmm," Rita moaned as they fucked, "I've waited so long for this. So damn long. Welcome home, you big, beautiful stud."
Tom responded with a macho thrust, burying his hard-on in the squeezing depths of Rita's pussy. He rubbed his hand around the union of prick and twat, feeling the fleshy hps of his ex-wife's cunt stretching back and forth as they engulfed his pumping tool.
Ah, fucking! Tom joyously thought. This was what their marriage had been all about.
"Nobody can fuck like you," Rita groaned, as she writhed beneath him, his cock in her cunt. "You're the best, babe."
"You really mean it?" he responded to Rita's flattery.
She was charmed by his modesty. "What do you think, stud?" Rita answered, as she scissored her long legs around Tom's waist.
"Have you come yet?" he asked.
"Five times," she said. "Now it's your turn."
"I've been holding it," Tom confessed. "Waiting for you . . ."
Rita cut him off with laughter. But not maliciously. He was so cute. Like a boy.
"Are ... are you sure you're ready?" Tom stammered self-consciously.
"God, am I! Blast me, lover. Fill my cunt with your hot, sweet cum. I've been waiting five years . . ."
Now it was Rita's turn to be interrupted. But not by words.
A gushing torrent of scalding cum shot up her pussy. She wriggled, tipping her body back on her shoulders so she could keep every drop of jizz inside her.
Tom took her legs by the ankles and drove into her. His cock had never spurted for such a long period of time. Every time it seemed he would dry up, another burst of cream surged forth.
Try as she might, Rita was unsuccessful in holding all of Tom's cum in her cunt. There was just too much of it. The instant Tom's cock dried up and the great inward surge was over, the gooey load flooded from Rita's twat.
Tom's cock was pushed away from Rita's cunt by the flow of his own jism. As he knelt and watched, his drained prick dripping, his ex-wife's pussy seemed to melt before his eyes, so thick and sticky was its continuous discharge. Tom knew that the one thing he wanted most in the world was to fuck her again right away.
Rita felt Tom roll her over on the bed. When his fingertips lovingly explored the crack of her ass, she knew their fucking had just begun.
"Just relax," he said. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
Rita's pulse quickened. "Oh, God, give it to me, Tom!" she pleaded excitedly. "Give me your big, strong cock in my ass!"
"Got to get you ready," Tom answered.
He spit on his fingers and rubbed the moisture around the puckering rim of Rita's asshole. Then he penetrated, pushing a cluster of tiny bubbles inside the tiny hole.
"Work your finger around," Rita requested. "Mmmm, it feels so good."
Tom's finger was inserted in Rita's spit-slicked asshole. Now he added another one, just as deep, twisting it in an opposite direction from the first. The walls of Rita's asshole widened until the sides were stretched almost two inches apart. Tom's spit drooled from the center.
"You're ready, baby," Tom announced. "I'm going to put my cock in now."
"Oooooh," Rita moaned with anticipation. "Do it ... do it . . . fuck me in the ass!" She was shouting by the time she finished speaking.
With his fingers still thrusting in Rita's shitter, Tom brought the head of his cock to the wide opening he had created. Slipping the tip in, he withdrew his fingers and shoved. Rita gasped with delight, her asshole plugged with the throbbing crown of her ex-husband's beautiful prick.
"Ram me!" she demanded. "I want it all! Every inch!"
Grunting, Tom powered his groin forward. As he looked down, his hard-on disappeared into Rita's greasy asshole with an oily squish. His balls were pressed against her cunt below, caressed by the fluttering lips and silken hair.
The instant she felt the head of Tom's cock in her bowels, Rita started moving. Her see-sawing hips set up a crossfire in the channel of her ass that had her ex-husband gasping with awe. His prick twisted around almost a full revolution within her and then snapped back like a giant rubber band. Churning, Tom's nuts boiled with the brewing of fresh cum.
"Put your balls in my pussy," Rita instructed. "I want to squeeze them with my cunt while your cock is fucking my ass."
Tom obediently stuffed his pulsating nuts in the foaming gap of Rita's twat, shuddering as they were engulfed with moist female warmth. Then he grabbed Rita's tits, as he draped over her back to keep his cock and balls locked in place, holding on for the ride.
Rita was doing all the work now, bucking like a bronco. She was coming-coming so hard-in her ass, in her cunt, even from her tits, where Tom's fingers pinched her nipples.
But it was still not enough. Nothing was enough. "More! More!" Rita cried. "MORE!"
Since she was generating all the movement in the first place, she honored her own request. Rita began moving her ass to and fro until it was a blur, mercilessly pumping Tom's hilted prick.
Tom could not withstand the pressure any longer without yielding. He had to come. It was as physically necessary at this point as breathing.
His cock jerked inside Rita's asshole. She backed up as far as she could go, the cheeks of her ass squashed flush in the hollows of Tom's groin, her bowels a vessel for the imminent onslaught of jizz.
His cock exploded like a liquid torpedo, rocketing to the depths of Rita's being.
Once again there was too much of Tom's cum for Rita's body to hold. By the time the fucking was over, her inner thighs were streaked with male jism. She rubbed it into her flesh . . . tasted it . . . transferred it to her tits and hair. Tom's jizz was a magical substance to her. She felt like it could make her live forever.
When they finally cooled down, the lovers lay curled around each other in bed. With Tom's face nestled in her crotch and his sticky, limp prick lolling in her mouth, Rita let herself relax and felt sleep begin to overtake her. She felt safe and secure. And, most of all, happy.
"I love you, Tom," Rita cooed to her husband as her eyelids closed. She had completely forgotten about the "ex" part.
Chapter Eight
Rita woke up in bed by herself as the sun was coming up. Assuming Tom was in the kitchen fixing an early breakfast, she padded there in the nude, planning to sneak up behind him and surprise him. But the surprise was hers. There was nobody in the kitchen, or anyplace else in the house.
Tom was gone.
"Got to go," his hastily scrawled note said. "If I stuck around I'd just let you down again. Sooner or later we'd have to get out of bed. Before we knew it, I'd have overstayed my welcome. Let's just remember each other the way it was last night. Love, Tom."
"Goddamn irresponsible rat!" Rita fumed, as she balled the note in her fist. "Motherfucker! Cocksucker! Son-of-a-bitching bastard!" She called Tom the dirtiest names she could think of.
But, down deep, she knew he was right. The only thing they really had in common was the way his dick fit into her body. When they weren't fucking, they would just make each other miserable.
Not that the truth lifted Rita's spirits any. Misery loves company. And Rita had looked forward to having someone to lean on while Randy was missing. Now, once again, she was alone.
Rita was quietly sobbing when there was a thump against the living room window, rattling the pane. Her nerves rubbed raw, she jumped like she had heard a gunshot. However, when she ran outside to see what had happened, there was nothing but the morning paper in the bushes, the result of the newspaper boy's sloppy aim.
Listelessly, Rita gathered the paper and brought it inside. She hadn't intended to read it, but by chance, the rubber band around it snapped and it flopped open to the front page.
"HOUSEWIFE MISSING!" the headline read.
But it was the picture of the missing woman that really caught Rita's attention. She recognized her immediately. Sherry Miller lived with her husband and two young children less than two blocks away.
As she read the article, Rita kept silently repeating the missing woman's name. By the time she had finished it, the last name had been dropped from her lips and she was just saying "Sherry," over and over again.
"Of course," Rita whispered in a hush. "Why didn't I think of it before?"
She had just assumed the mysterious Sherry of Randy's wet dream was a teenage girl. But now she realized that this was not necessarily so. Older woman, no matter now respectable they seemed, often hooked up with teenage boys. If anybody knew that it ought to be Rita.
Rita studied the picture of Sherry Miller. About thirty, and even in the grainy newspaper photograph, damned attractive.
Rita put herself in Randy's shoes. Yes, she couldn't avoid it, Sherry Miller was up to his standards. Something could have been going on between them. Then she remembered Randy had picked up pocket money mowing the Millers' lawn and she was convinced.
Somehow-some way-Randy's disappearance was connected with Sherry Miller's. Rita knew it. She just knew it.
There was only one thing to do. Rita had to talk with the husband. He was the only link.
It was not yet seven in the morning, but Rita had no sense of the time. All she could think about was getting to the truth as she quickly dressed and then rocketed her car out of the driveway.
Jim Miller had sent the kids to their grandparents when his wife had vanished. He was alone in the house, showering for work, when he heard somebody pounding on the front door. In no mood to talk to anybody, he continued to lather his naked body, hoping whoever it was would give up and go away.
Determined to force a break in the riddle of her son's disappearance, Rita boldly walked right into the Miller house when nobody answered the door. It might be better if no one was home, she reasoned. That way she could rummage around for clues without disturbance.
When the knocking stopped, Jim Miller assumed he was alone again as he stepped out of the shower and nakedly padded toward the bedroom. Catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he was annoyed to see that he had a semi-hard-on. Since his wife had vanished, his horniness had been building up without a female outlet. Soaping his prick in the shower had stimulated him just enough to get him stirring.
"Maybe I ought to just beat off and get it out of the way," he muttered with disgust, as he eyed the reflection of his cock in the mirror.
With a sigh, Jim gripped his growing prick and began stroking. On cue, it hardened to full rigidity in his pumping grasp. Quickly, Jim was breathing in gusts, his balls churning with long overdue cum.
Rita swung around the corner at just that moment. She couldn't believe what she saw. A naked man jacking off.
It was too late for Jim to stop. With a groan, he felt the hot jizz in his balls flood into his stiff prick and then erupt.
Paralyzed by surprise, Rita was a perfect target. Sailing through the air in a jetting arc, Jim Miller's flying jism splashed in her astonished face in an unbroken stream. By the time she reacted, Rita was dripping with cum from her hairline to her chin.
Rita tried to speak, but when she did, what seemed like a river of fresh jizz washed into her mouth. It made her giddy with its hot sweetness. When she looked down at Jim Miller's drooling cock and saw that it was still hard, she was even giddier. She advanced toward the startled man.
Now it was Jim Miller's turn to be frozen in his tracks. The female intruder had her hand on his prick. She was caressing his aching balls. She was twisting a finger around a strand of hair in the crack of his ass.
They said nothing to each other. Passion had struck these two lonely people and had completely taken them over. The smell of sex rose in the air in an intoxicating vapor from a fire of lust.
Jim's hands were like claws, as they ripped Rita's clothing from her body. All of a sudden she was as naked as he was. His face was between her bare tits, burrowing. His rigid cock was flat against her belly, throbbing with insistence.
Instinctively, Rita dropped to the floor, pulling Jim down with her. Now he was on top of her, fitting his hips between her parted legs.
Rita moaned with pleasure as the big prick slipped into the moist slit of her cunt. She tongued Jim's ear as he began moving inside of her, fucking her to the hilt.
Wrapping her legs around her newest lover, Rita wriggled her ass, thrusting back as good as she got. The cock inside her was like a piston, pounding to the depths of her spasming pussy. Already Rita was coming, her senses exploding like a string of firecrackers.
Rita stuck her hand down to the union of cock and cunt. There, it met Jim's. Their fingers intertwined, cradling the junction of their loins. Together they felt Rita's pussy lips being tugged in and out of her wet cunt by the jackhammering dick between them.
Gradually, Rita's hand slipped free of Jim's. While his fingers went on to play with her clit, hers briefly fondled his nuts, then squirmed into the crack of his ass. Swiftly, she was probing his asshole, digging with the nail.
Jim moaned from the female claw inside his ass. It stimulated him at just the right spot for maximum male pleasure. He could feel his balls bleeding cum. When he came, it would be like a severed artery of jizz.
With one layer of carnal excitement piling on top of the other, Jim moved closer and closer to the moment of truth. His balls were boiling. His dick seemed to be growing by the second in the deep cunt he was fucking.
At last, he couldn't hold it any longer. He was going to come.
Rita felt the molten jism surging up her pussy like a wave of liquid fire. It boiled in her cunt, creating a climax that blistered her senses. She clutched her legs even tighter around Jim, refusing to give an inch, fighting to retain every previous drop of his hot, sweet jism within her.
Jim's dick refused to stop spurting. He had never shot so much cum. No woman he had ever fucked, including his wife, had ever made him feel like so much of a man.
Rita's cunt was like a sponge. No matter how much cum Jim's cock poured into it, her pussy absorbed every drop.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of continuous spurting, Jim's prick was drained. When he withdrew it, Rita slammed her legs closed, keeping all the jizz inside her twat. When she rolled over on her belly, she sloshed.
Now, slowly, in a prone position, Rita raised her ass. When she parted her thighs from the rear, like a bitch in heat, the cum inside her was finally released. It flowed in silver ribbons down the inner cushions of her spread flanks, gushing from the hairy, pink mouth of her upside-down pussy.
Jim's hard-on restored itself immediately as he gawked at the sticky glory of Rita's silken loins. He was ready to fuck all over again without a rest. He hadn't enjoyed so much stamina since he was eighteen and courting his wife in the backseat of his Chevy at the drive-in.
Rita's fingers clutched the globes of her ass and pulled them apart even farther than they were already. Her asshole opened up, telling Jim what she wanted. His dick . . . pumping away inside the tight channel . . . honoring a woman's most intimate request.
Placing the crown of his prick in the crack of Rita's ass, Jim traced the pucker of her asshole with the tip. A glob of leftover cum highlighted the contact, glistening as it tranferred with a miniature smear from cock-head to asshole.
Now, for the first time, one of the lovers spoke. It was Rita, and she was crying out at the top of her lungs.
"Stick it in!" she shouted without restraint. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock!"
Jim snorted like a bull, then rammed like one. His horn was his hard-on, and it gored Rita's asshole.
"God, it's wonderful!" Rita screamed some more. "It hurts so good! Soooo damn goo-oood!"
Jim's thick tool was hilted in her ass, the head bruising her bowels. Rita could feel the shit gurgling within her, pitching from side to side in a boiling uproar.
Not content to bury his prick to the root, Jim began moving it in the squeezing tunnel of Rita's ass. The friction was unbelievable. With every stroke, both partners could feel the effects of the rubbing pressure of a big cock inside a tight asshole from their toes to their scalps.
Rita was coming even more intimately than she had when Jim had fucked her in the pussy. That time, her climax had set off firecrackers inside her skull. This time it was bombs.
"More! More! MORE!" Rita screeched, her voice rising until it seemed to reach the heavens.
Through it all, Jim was Rita's willing robot. Whatever she wanted, he eagerly gave her. She was like a dream come true to him. Meeting a woman like her was a fantasy he had harbored since the first time he had jacked off and drawn cream.
Jim Miller had always wished for a woman who would let him do anything and everything to her, and still beg for more. Rita was this woman. A female fucking machine.
Jim was congratulating himself on his astounding good fortune when he came for the third time within mere minutes. This time, his hair-trigger cock didn't even warn him, as it erupted entirely on its own.
Looking down, Jim watched the rims of Rita's cock-plugged asshole swell from the cum inside. What did it feel like, he wondered, to take a load of scalding jizz?
"It's wonderful. Fucking wonderful!" Rita blurted out the answer to his unspoken question. "Your cum is so hot! There's so much! It's so thick and sticky! Give me more . . . more . . . more!"
Jim did his best. He squeezed and strained, knotting the muscles that ran from his asshole through his crotch. His balls felt like they were turning themselves inside-out.
At the other end of the creamy onslaught, Rita was certain that she was drowning in Jim's cum. She had the thrilling sensation that his jizz had clogged every cell of her writhing body. Never had she been so overcome by cum.
And never had she been so greedy for more.
When Jim Miller finally stopped fucking Rita in the ass, she was swiftly on him with her mouth, gobbling up his prick before it could go soft on her. Then, when she was sure she had nothing to worry about, she transferred it between her tits. After that it would travel to her belly, her thighs, her cunt, her ass-everywhere-on a trip around her naked body.
Jim's hips never stopped moving in the classic fucking motion. As Rita switched his eager prick from place to place, he got hotter and hotter. In his mind he was a tireless stallion, a stud of studs. He had forgotten everything else about his life-his job that he would be late for, the mortgage on his house, his children, and most of all, his missing wife. All he could think about was fucking this woman whose lush body clung to his in every way possible.
Rita's vocabulary had been reduced to one word. "MORE!" She cried it repeatedly. Jim Miller was always there to provide it.
One second he was fucking her tits. The next, the head of his prick was thrusting in her navel. Then his prick revisited her cunt and ass, massaging her sleek thighs in between penetrations.
Rita had the sensation that there was a legion of cocks crawling all over her. It seemed as if dicks were everywhere. Every time she moved she felt one probing or rubbing in a new place. Yet, still, she could not get enough.
When Jim was ready to come for a fourth time, his cock was between holes. Sensing what was about to happen, Rita grabbed the straining tool and aimed it at her face.
As Jim's jizz split the air, Rita swiveled her head from side to side, taking the gooey load all over her face. When the spurting continued, she lowered the nozzle of Jim's prick, spraying her tits. With the final bursts of cum, she moved down to her belly, and, finally, to the well of her thighs.
The front of her body slimy with cum, Rita embraced Jim. Slowly, she worked her sopping crotch up his sticky torso, until she was sitting on his face. Feeling Jim's raspy tongue lapping away at her scummy cunt, Rita started to come all over again.
They might have fucked again, but Jim's overworked cock had had it. Rita couldn't get it up no matter how hard she tried. She had to be content with Jim's tongue and, when that slackened, the wild lovemaking was over at last.
Snuggled together, the lovers lay on the hall carpet, a dark stain of cum surrounding them. Their awareness softened by a dreamlike state, neither paid any attention to the constantly ringing phone. The outside world simply did not exist for Jim and Rita.
Halfway across the city, Jim's boss was fuming as he unsuccessfully tried to reach the key man in closing the United Industries deal. The deadline for signing the contract was today at noon sharp. Without Jim, everything would fall through, putting his company in desperate trouble.
Somebody else had been calling, also. When they hadn't been trying to reach Jim Miller, they were futilely ringing Rita Hayden's number. Had the calls been completed, the message of each would have been the same. It involved five-thousand dollars for the safe return of a loved one. Ransom.
Jim and Rita didn't know it yet, but the mysterious paths of their missing relatives were about to intersect with jarring impact. The lives of everyone involved were about to be drastically changed.
Chapter Nine
Rita looked up from the floor and glimpsed Jim Miller moving from one room to another in a frenzy. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she recalled that he had gotten up to answer the phone. She sensed that something was wrong.
"What is it?" she called.
Jim appeared, stuffing his shirt into his pants. He was pale. Scared.
"Sherry?" Rita guessed.
Jim shook his head. Now he was working on the tie that dangled around his neck.
"My job," he said. "I've got an hour to get there or I'm all through. My whole career down the drain."
Rita tried to say something, but Jim dashed into the bedroom to grab his coat. Then he was sprinting toward the front door. All of a sudden Rita was alone in a strange house.
The phone rang again. Assuming it was Jim's office, Rita got up to answer it. The least she could do was help Jim out by letting them know that he was on his way.
But the voice on the other end of the line did not sound as if it belonged to anyone's boss. It was too young. Although it tried to be rough, it was definitely the voice of a teenage boy. Stunned into silence, Rita recognized it right away.
"Who is this?" the boy demanded. "Where's Miller?"
Rita couldn't answer. For only by concealing her identity did she have any hope of finding out why her missing son was calling Jim Miller.
"Well, tell him this, whoever you are," Randy impatiently rasped. "If he ever wants to see his wife alive again, he'd better come up with five-thousand dollars."
The word "kidnap" flashed into Rita's head. Then, right on its heels, an even uglier one-rip-off.
Instantly Rita knew that if she was ever going to get to the bottom of it, she had to get home as quickly as possible and wait for the phone to ring. Once she could talk freely she was certain that the pieces of the puzzle would come together at last and she would be well on the way to solving the mystery of her suddenly not-so-missing son.
Rita dashed through the door just as the phone started jangling. This time when she answered she made sure the caller knew who she was by identifying herself by name.
"If you ever want to see your son alive again, Mrs. Hay den," the woman on the other end of the line said grimly, "you'd better get ahold of five-thousand dollars-quick."
Rita knew at once she that she was talking to Sherry Miller.
"I've already got that much cash on hand," Rita lied. "I was expecting something like this. When do you want it?"
"Whoa," the caller said. "Don't get overanxious. It makes us nervous."
The woman started to say something else, but just then a screeching crash in the background drowned her out.
"What happened?" the startled caller asked somebody in the room with her.
"An accident," a young voice said from a distance, just loud enough for Rita to overhear and recognize as her son's. "A school bus got broadsid-ed by a beer truck. Christ, what a mess."
"I'll get back to you later," Rita's flustered caller returned to the phone and hurriedly said, as sirens wailed in the background. "Just sit tight."
The instant the call was over, Rita switched on a radio, twisting the dial until she got a local news bulletin. The accident was already being reported in gory detail by a breathless disc jockey. Rita sighed with relief when he gave the location. She was on her way before the station resumed its regular programming.
When Rita arrived at the scene of the accident, cops and ambulances and bleeding bodies were clogging the intersection. She paid no further attention to them once their presence had confirmed she was at the right place. Her sole interest was in the seedy motel at the Southwest corner.
It was a small, off-the-beaten-track establishment without many rooms. When Rita rented one of them and prepared to sign the register, Randy's handwriting jumped off the page at her. Quickly, she arranged to take the room next to Mr. and Mrs. John Smith.
There was a vent in the wall between the rooms. When Rita removed the grill on her side with a nail-file, she had a clear view of what was going on next door.
A naked woman was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette. One leg was up, bent at the knee, while the other hung over the side of the mattress. Even from across the room, Rita could see that her blonde pussy was glistening with moisture.
"Come on," Sherry Miller pouted, tracing the ridges of her pussy lips with her dangling fingertips. "Stop getting your rocks off on that stupid accident and come over here and fuck me."
"Just cool it a minute, would you?" Randy Hayden snapped from his position at the window. "People are dying out there and all you caii think about is screwing."
"But Mama needs it," Sherry protested. "Look at my pussy. It gets all creamy just from me thinking about your big, strong cock inside it."
To emphasize her words, Sherry Miller stuck a finger into her wide-open pussy and squished it around in the juices.
"Don't call yourself my 'Mama'," Randy wheeled and hissed. "I've already got a mother."
"Does she fuck as good as me?" Sherry purred with a smirk.
Rita waited for her son's answer with baited breath. Did Randy know that his real mother had seduced him while he was apparently asleep?
"Bitch!" Randy thundered. "Don't talk that way about my mother."
Hidden on the sidelines, Rita allowed herself a smile of satisfaction.
"My, my, aren't we jumpy," Sherry crooned, as she arose from the bed and glided toward Randy. "What's the matter, lover, getting cold feet?"
Randy tried to push her away, but she clung to him like glue. Quickly, Sherry's naked body was draped all over him. Her hand had slipped down into his jeans.
But Sherry did anything but. She had his cock in her hand now, and was jerking it off in the crotch of his pants.
"Okay, okay, I'll fuck you," Randy gave in. "Just get your damn hand out of my jeans. I'm old enough to undress myself, you know."
"I knew you'd see things my way," Sherry murmured. However, she made no move to remove her hand from Randy's crotch.
"I told you to get your fucking hands off me!" Randy snarled, before sending Sherry stumbling backward with a ringing slap to the side of her face.
"I love it when you're mad," she said, as she braced herself against the bed, her sleek thighs open.
"Then you ought to be crazy about this!" Randy seethed, something snapping within him.
Suddenly he was all over Sherry, smacking her around as she backed up onto the bed. She squealed from the punishment, but at the bottom of her voice was an underlying tone of sheer joy.
As he rained blows, Randy worked his way be-teen Sherry's spread legs. Even as he pummeled her, she was undoing his pants, getting his exposed cock in her hands, drawing it toward her awaiting cunt.
Rita could see that Shery knew exactly what she was doing. Despite his anger, Randy's prick was as hard as a rock.
All of a sudden, Randy's blows stopped and his bare ass started moving. His cock was nowhere to be seen because it was buried in Sherry's grasping twat. They were fucking.
Now Sherry was openly in charge. She threw her legs over Randy's shoulders and ground her golden crotch against his.
"Harder, harder!" she urged. "Fuck me until it hurts!"
As if giving Sherry what she wanted was the best revenge, Randy brutally slammed his cock home in her pussy. Meeting his thrust at midpoint, Sherry jerked her hips so hard that her ass was six inches off the bed. The crunching sound of bone against bone filled the air.
Randy and Sherry were more like a pair of gladiators fighting to the death than mere lovers. Their violence seemed to fuel their lust even more than his cock in her pussy. They weren't just fucking, they were battling.
As she watched, Rita found herself breathless and wide-eyed with awe. And envy.
Outside, the sirens started to wail again. It was the perfect backdrop for what was happening between Randy and Sherry. Their lovemaking was like a head-on collision. A massacre of raw lust.
Now Sherry was working with her hands, gouging her fingernails into the cheeks of Randy's ass. Quickly, he matched her. Then, she upped the ante by stabbing a finger up his asshole. When Randy equaled this, Sherry added another finger.
It kept going on like this until there were no more fingers left. Both Randy and Sherry had an entire hand up their partner's asshole, in a fist-a fucking fist.
The brutality was electrifying. Randy and Sherry had turned sex-and-violence into a hypnotic art form.
Her eyes glued to the action, Rita didn't notice the activity of her own hand until she felt fingers squirming in her cunt and up her ass. Overwhelmed by desire, she stripped her sopping panties from her gyrating loins with her free hand and dropped her skirt to the floor, continuing to fingerfuck both holes all the while.
In the other room, Randy was getting ready to come. The way he and Sherry were fucking, it was a cinch that he would not shoot his wad in any regular way. Somehow he would turn what was designed to be the crowning glory of the sex act into a moment of degradation for his partner.
Flashing into the open as it popped free of Sherry's cunt, Randy's red prick whipped in a blur toward her mouth. Playing the game, she resisted at first. But when he punched his fist in her ass and made her howl with pain, Randy had the opening he needed. His hard-on plunged down Sherry's throat, disappearing in an instant as his pubic hair matted her face.
Grunting like an enraged beast, Randy came in Sherry's mouth. As her cheeks ballooned, jizz bubbled from her nostrils. Thin ribbons trickled from the edges of her cock-bowed lips, creasing her swollen jawbone.
Even after he had drained his balls, Randy refused to remove his prick from Sherry's mouth. Now he was using his dick like a battering ram, forcing the cum down her throat.
"Swallow it!" Randy bellowed. "Swallow it all, you fucking cunt! you got what you wanted, now drink up every drop of it, even if it kills you!"
Sherry gagged and choked. Her face turned red. Randy's jizz seemed to be strangling her.
And then, all at once, there was a complete turnaround. With a loud gulp, Sherry's bloated cheeks abruptly caved in. She literally spit Randy's cock out of her mouth, replacing it with a triumphant smile. There had never been any problem to begin with. The struggle was all for show. She had swilled down Randy's cum without even trying.
"You're lucky I didn't bite your damn prick off at the root, stud." Sherry laughed, then paused seductively. "But if I had, you wouldn't be able to fuck me in the ass."
"You impossible bitch!" Randy hissed, sounding much older than his years. His face was suddenly lined and craggy.
Rita could see it now. Sherry had aged him. Turned her son into a man. Something she, his own mother, had not been able to do.
When he had fucked Rita, Randy had survived the experience with his boyishness intact. Sherry was the one who had toughened him. And all Rita could do was watch it happen from the sidelines, simmering with regret and envy. But, most of all, raw lust.
Rita was literlly fucking herself with her hand. Her fingers were balled into a mallet that hammered the core of her cunt like a giant cock-head. Pussy juice was running down her crouching thighs. She was coming as steadily as she was breathing.
In the meantime, Sherry was positioning her naked body in an attempt to lure Randy's prick inside her ass. She was on all fours, her hindquarters spread like a bitch in heat. Between the parted cheeks of her downy ass, her asshole glowed like an ember.
"What a beautiful ass," Rita heard herself sighing under her breath. Then she really surprised herself. "Fuck her, Randy," she whispered. "I don't mind. I don't blame you. Stick your big cock in her beautiful blonde ass and fuck her so I can watch."
On the bed in the next room, Sherry backed up toward Randy, her wide-open ass twitching under his nose. Playing the role of temptress to the maximum, Sherry shot a finger up her asshole, then withdrew the sticky result and wiped it across Randy's lips. Randy's tongue swiped across his mouth.
"Taste good?" Sherry purred over her shoulder.
Randy didn't want to answer. But his dick did his talking for him. It was standing out like a flag pole.
"Come on, lover, I dare you to tell me you've ever tasted an ass sweeter than mine," Sherry persisted. "Just dip your tongue in it, if you're not convinced."
The veins were standing out in bold relief on Randy's temples and on his dick. It was obvious that Sherry had his number. Whatever she wanted, she would get.
Lowering his head as if it were being pushed down by an unseen hand, Randy pressed his face into the gaping crack of Sherry's ass. Lapping his tongue against her puckered asshole, he ate her out.
"Stick it inside me, lover," Sherry instructed. "Fuck my ass with your tongue. Make it nice and wet for your cock."
The lapping stopped, replaced by the squishing of penetration. Sherry squirmed with delight, rotating her hips.
"More, more!" Sherry urged. "Deeper!"
Randy's spit was running down her inner thighs now, as he tongued Sherry's asshole. His hands were roaming all over her naked body, touching her flesh as if it were gold.
"Mmmmm, that's goo-ooood," Sherry moaned with pleasure. "Now give me your cock. Your big . . . t]ig . . . cock."
Withdrawing his tongue from Sherry's shitter with a muffled pop, Randy jerked his head free from the crevice of her buns and grasped his stiff prick like it was a sword. With a wicked grin slashing his glistening face, he tensed his muscles in preparation for ramming her with his barbed dick.
"You asked for it, bitch," Randy laughed, a sinister edge to his chuckle.
"You better believe it, stud," Sherry shot back.
"It's gonna hurt like hell."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Fucking goddamn bitch!" Randy hissed and plowed forward.
Sherry's pink asshole was suddenly filled with thick, red cock. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until it was all gone. Randy's balls were slapping against her pussy.
About half of Randy's hard-on reappeared, as he temporarily withdrew to launch another brutal plunge. His subsequent thrust was so intense that it drew twin gasps from the no-holds-barred ass-fuckers.
They were really doing it now. Ass-fucking like it was the key to their existence.
"Harder, harder!" Sherry screamed. "Fuck my guts out!"
"I will if I can!" Randy savgely replied.
His dick was a piston now, hammering in and out of Sherry's tightest hole. A black and blue cluster was spreading from her cock-bruised shitter.
"Hurt bad enough for you, bitch?' Randy asked through gritted teeth.
Squashing her face against a pillow, Sherry grabbed the bedding, clutching it in huge chunks.
Randy drove his cock forward in her ass. As he squeezed Sherry's tits, his mouth flew open.
All the way across the room, the ever-watching Rita swore she could hear her son's spurting cock hissing. Imagining what Sherry must be experiencing with so much cum flooding her bowels, Rita pumped her fist in her own ass. She had switched her fingers from her pussy when the ass-fucking had started in the next room. Even after Sherry and Randy had finished, she continued to ram away, until, finally, she collapsed.
"You've come a long way, stud, since you showed up to mow my lawn." Sherry sighed as she languished in the afterglow of fucking.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with a sore dick, Randy laughed uncertainly. When Sherry started to reminisce, it made him nervous. Sometimes he wished their relationship was still as simple as when he was just cutting her grass.
"Don't look so glum, lover," Sherry teased him. "You're the one who came on strong to me." She sighed. "Gosh, it doesn't seem like it was just last Saturday morning that we fucked for the first time."
It seemed like an eternity ago to Randy. He had jumped out of bed that day with an uncontrollable urge to make good on his secret desire to ball Mrs. Miller, determined that nothing would stop him. To this moment, he didn't know what had gotten into him to push him over the edge. All he could recall was a vague memory of a strange dream he had had the night before he awoke on Saturday morning in a horny frenzy, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
But now it was too late to speculate. Once Randy had made the first move, Sherry had responded like an alley cat in heat.
They had fucked right on the living room floor while Sherry's baby was crying in its crib for its morning bottle. Eventually, every room in the house had housed their passion.
By afternoon they had made the decision they couldn't live without each other and had fled to a motel to cut themselves off from the prying world of their families. The plan to fake a double kidnapping came when Sherry was reported missing and made the front page. She had convinced Randy that ten-thousand dollars would give them the nest egg they needed for a new life together.
Now there was no turning back. As he sat on the bed, Randy realized that the carefree days of his youth were over. If only he'd slept-in that fateful Saturday morning, like he usually did.
"What's that creepy noise?" Sherry interrupted Randy's thoughts.
He listened, hearing it too. It sounded like a low moan.
"It's coming from over there," Sherry said, gesturing toward the far wall. "Go check, it's starting to give me the willies."
Grateful for the distraction, Randy walked to where Sherry was pointing. The noise was filtering through the vent, apparently from the room next door. Stooping, Randy peered through the gate and felt his heart lodge in his throat.
A woman's dripping crotch filled his eyes. She was lying spreadeagled on the floor, her pussy and asshole gaping. It was she who had been moaning.
Although the woman's face was not in sight, Randy experienced a numbing flashback as he stared at her wide-open cunt. It came to him at first like a hazy fragment from the vaguely remembered dream that had been troubling him. Then, it swiftly hardened to a vision from the recent past that was all too real.
Desperately, Randy tried to deny the knowledge that charged his brain, but it was no use. He knew exactly whose pussy he was staring at.
"MOM!" Randy gasped like he was dying.
Emerging from her orgasmic funk, Rita looked up and saw her son's ashen face through the opening in the wall. When she caught the reflection in his bulging eyes, she recognized twin images of her exposed pussy.
As her son sputtered with shock, Rita made no attempt to close her legs. There was no use in hiding anything now.
Chapter Ten
Rita awoke. Stretching and yawning, she looked out the window. It was another beautiful day. Every day was beautiful now.
Sitting up, Rita heard something squish. Pulling away the corner of the sheet, she spread her legs and inspected her cunt. It was clotted with stale cum.
Rita's attention turned to the dozing male form beside her, his head concealed by a pillow. Uncertain who it was, Rita pulled some more of the sheet away to check.
"I'd know that cock anywhere," she chuckled.
Scooting forward, she leaned down and took the limp prick in her mouth and almost instantly sucked it into hardness.
"What's going on?" Jim Miller lurched awake.
"What do you think?" Rita answered with a mouthful of his stiff dick.
Him shook his head. "Don't you ever get enough?"
"Do you?"
Jim shook his head again. This time he laughed.
"Then just relax and I'll start off your day with a dynamite blow-job," Rita said. "Then, after I've primed your pump, you can fuck me."
"What about the others?" Jim asked. "Should we wake them up?"
"Why not?" Rita replied. "You know what they say. Two's company, three's a crowd-and four's a party."
It was a big bed. The biggest they could find. It easily slept four.
Rita and Jim were in the middle. She jostled Randy awake and Jim shook Sherry.
"Oh, wow, is it morning already?" Sherry said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "It seems*like I just dropped off a few minutes ago."
Randy was groggy, too. The four of them had fucked and sucked far into the night. His dick was sore.
"Jim and I were thinking about picking up where we left off last night," Rita said with a twinkle. She held up Jim's throbbing hard-on for the others to see.
"Mmmmm," Sherry murmured appreciatively, her eyes opening wide. "Jim never got it up like that before the sun went down when it was just the two of us."
"Maybe that's because you never started his day off like this." Rita chuckled with an obscene leer.
"Uh-oh, here we go," Randy laughed. "Mom's at it again."
Indeed, Rita was. Her moist lips were nibbling down the head of Jim's cock, while her fingers massaged his balls.
"Ooooh, suck that prick!" Sherry cried. "All the way down."
Rita loved an audience. With a slurping gulp, she deep-throated Jim's ten-inch cock with a single swallow.
As Rita gobbled his tool, Jim reclined on his back and lifted his knees. Quickly, his crotch was thrusting. He was no longer merely getting his cock sucked, he was fucking a delighted Rita in the mouth.
"Give me a pussy to eat!" Jim hornily blurted. The way his mind worked since the drastic change in his lifestyle, one source of erotic stimulation automatically led to an overwhelming desire for another.
Rita would have loved to satisfy Jim's sexual greed, but her new living arrangement had taught her the virtue of cooperation. If Jim wanted a pussy in his face, Sherry deserved the first crack at it.
"I'm game," Sherry said, putting her hand between her legs and sniffing the results, "and gamey."
"The raunchier the better," Jim eagerly responded. "Sit on my face, babe. You'll swear my tongue is a cock."
Emerging in total nudity from under the sheets, Sherry threw a long leg over her husband's head and eased her pungent crotch down against Jim's awaiting mouth. The damp smack of contact filled the room. Then it was replaced by the squishing penetration of a stiff tongue in a tight, wet pussy.
"Ooooh, Jimmy," Sherry crooned in ecstasy, "it's just perfect. It's hard to believe I used to think you'd never learn how to eat my cunt right."
Overhearing this, Rita smiled inwardly as she continued to go down on Jim's surging cock. There was no doubt about it. Her sudden presence in Jim's life had made all the difference. And the best thing about it was that Sherry didn't mind a bit that another woman was responsible for transforming her husband into an expert lover. After all, Randy had been just as influential when it came to Sherry's sexual performances. They were all one, big happy family, each helping to reach their full erotic potential.
"God, I'd like a prick of my own to suck," Sherry hungrily declared. "Think you can get it up for me, Randy honey?"
"I dunno," Randy answered sheepishly, staririg down at his limp tool. "I'm still kind of worn out from last night. I must have come five times."
"Six," Sherry merrily corrected him.
"That's right," Randy scratched his head and boyishly grinned. "I fucked you in the ass after Mom and Jim were asleep."
"If you need a headstart before you fuck my mouth, lover, why don't you stick your cock into your mother's cunt first?" Sherry unselfishly suggested. "Old Rita will get your motor running. Besides, the taste of fresh pussy juice on a man's prick just makes it all that much sweeter."
Rita responded enthusiastically to the idea immediately. Lifting her ass in the air, she spread her thighs and made her upside-down cunt gape invitingly.
Her son moved in behind her, his limp prick in his hand. First he rubbed the soft meat against his mother's fleshy pussy lips. As the moisture from her leaking juice smeared his cock-flesh, a hot rush of blood surged to Randy's groin. Abruptly hard, his dick automatically popped into Rita's wide-open twat.
Rita began moving her hips and squeezing the walls of her pussy around her son's revived cock.
Randy responded with a series of stabbing thrusts. He was already groaning like he was on the verge of shooting his wad.
"Hey, now, don't get overeager, slugger," Sherry giggled. "Come on, pull out and give me a chance at that big, sweet, teenage cock before I scream."
With a slosh, Randy withdrew his hard-on from his mother's twat and scooted on his knees toward Sherry's beckoning mouth. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the luxury of being able to go from one woman to another in mid-fuck.
"Nobody can stiffen a prick like Rita," Sherry said with genuine admiration, as she brought her face to Randy's throbbing boner. "Look at those blue veins. Mmmmm, they even match your eyes, lover."
Then, Sherry stopped talking and started sucking. As she had anticipated, the added nectar of Rita's pussy juice lifted the taste of Randy's cock beyond perfection. While she deep-throated the boy's honeyed tool, Sherry made a mental note to get around to eating his mother's sugary cunt before the morning was over.
With Jim's and Randy's cocks both being orally devoured, slurping filled the room. As their mouths were being fucked, Rita and Sherry seemed to be carrying on an erotic form of communication. Rather than words, they spoke with moist sucking noises. The gist of their dialogue was clear.
Each was boasting that she could make her cock come in her mouth first.
Jim's prick had a headstart, but Randy's was catching up, as Sherry worked her mouth like a suction pump. Rita still had to be favored to win the contest, but it would be close.
Sensing that Sherry was gaining on her, Rita redoubled her efforts to make Jim come. Slipping her hands under his ass, she dug into his crack and then stabbed a couple of fingers inside him. Jim's ass jumped off the bed and his balls jerked up in their sack. It wouldn't be long now.
But Sherry was equally as effective, despite taking a different approach than Rita's. She had let all of Randy's prick except the last couple of inches slip out of her mouth. Her ace-in-the-hole was her tongue. Its raspy tip was performing a magic dance on Randy's cock-head. His balls were bouncing up and down and the globes of his ass were welded together.
Randy and Jim cracked simultaneously, the boy's youth making up for the older man's earlier start. As Sherry and Rita each glanced at their competition, they saw the other woman's cheeks ballooning with an onslaught of hot, sweet cum. The cock-sucking contest was a dead-heat.
There was no jealousy or resentment. Sherry and Rita were each as happy for the other as they were for themselves. A bellyful of fresh cum was its own reward.
Leaving the pricks they had drained, Sherry and Rita temporarily abandoned Randy and Jim and locked their naked bodies together in a squeezing embrace. Lips crushed and tongues darted in a sloppy soul-kiss. Quickly, the remaining cum in their mouths was intermingled. By the time the kiss was broken the effect was as if they had each sucked off both Randy and Jim.
There was no way Sherry and Rita were going to stop with just sharing cum and a kiss. Naked and horny, they immediately began to zero in on each other's cunts. While Randy and Jim watched, the two women positioned themselves in a lesbian sixty-nine and ate one another out so deeply that they were almost up to their ears in crinkly pussy hair.
"Man, look at those two chicks go at it," Randy said with teenage enthusiasm to Jim. "Have you ever seen anything like it?"
"I still can't believe Sherry's the same girl I married," Jim wistfully remarked, shaking his head in awe.
"She's not." Randy grinned. Then he added, "But just think how much all this blows my mind. That's my mom down there."
"Your mother's some piece of ass, son," Jim sighed, tickled by a kaleidoscope of memories of his dick exploring every facet of Rita's wondrously willing body.
"No better than Sherry," Randy returned the compliment. "When I fuck her in the ass I always think she's going to twist my cock off."
"We're the two luckiest guys in the world, I guess," Jim said, clapping Randy on the back in a fatherly fashion.
"Just about," Randy agreed. "Sometimes I just can't believe the way things turned out."
"We have the girls to thank for that," Jim correctly observed. "The four of us being together under the same roof is their doing. But don't ask me to explain how they did it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I thought I'd shit when I found Mom spying on us at that motel where Sherry and I were holed up," Randy said. "I expected all hell to break loose. But Sherry and Mom wound up getting along like they were long-lost sisters or something, once the cards were on the table."
"Maybe the answer is that reasonable people can always come up with a solution to the trickiest situation if they just don't let their hang-ups get in the way," Jim responded in a measured voice.
"You boys talking about us?" Rita said, her pussy-slicked face bobbing up from the well of Sherry's thighs.
"Yes, just a little," Jim answered warmly.
"That's the trouble with men," Sherry joined in the conversation on a teasing note. "You'd rather talk about a woman behind her back than show her how you feel."
"What did you have in mind?" Randy picked up on her remark with a knowing leer.
"As if I had to tell you," Sherry smirked, her eyes pointedly focusing on Randy's crotch.
Now everybody looked. Randy's prick was standing straight out. Jim's quickly joined it.
"Let's fuck," Rita said simply.
The two women got on their backs, their legs spread. Their open cunts brimmed with juice, begging for cocks in them.
Jim took Rita, Randy took Sherry. Side by side, man and boy lowered themselves cock-first between the gaping thighs of their fuck-hungry women.
Penetration was simultaneous and total. With their stiff dicks engulfed by squeezing pussy, Jim and Randy fucked Rita and Sherry with breathtaking strokes.
The giant bed began to rock, as the aroma of raw sex arose in a sweltering cloud. Squirming their asses so vigorously that their hip bones collided, the women moaned with ecstasy.
"Deeper . . . harder!" Rita and Sherry urged as one. "Keep pumping . . . more . . . more!"
As the fucking heated up, Rita and Sherry faced one another, each reading the climax that glazed the other's eyes. It was as though they were transmitting their orgasms from body to body, creating an illusion that they were each being fucked by both Jim and Randy.
Then the illusion was pushed farther. It was a little game that Rita and Sherry had invented.
"Switch!" the girls commanded in the same voice.
Yanking their cocks out of the pussies they were fucking, Jim and Randy crawled around each other and slipped between a new set of thighs. Now Jim was fucking his wife, and Randy, his mother. Sherry and Rita were so delighted with the results that they shared a deep, tonguing kiss as their cunts swallowed fresh hard-ons.
The next switch was the brainchild of Jim and Randy. Responding to a wordless cue, they pulled out their pricks once more. Only this time they didn't exchange bodies. Instead, they switched holes.
"Oh, God, my ass . . . my ass . . . what are you doing to my ass?" Rita blubbered, as her son's thick cock shoved into the narrow channel of her tightest hole.
Sherry was moaning unintelligibly. She had never permitted Jim to fuck her in the ass when they had a conventional marriage. Now, whenever it happened, it blew her mind to think about what she had missed.
The following switch involved both bodies and openings. After trading Sherry and Rita, Jim and Randy sunk their dicks not in cunts or assholes, but in mouths. These were no blow-jobs. It was mouth-fucking at its fiercest. Big cocks jamming down female throats with brutal thrusts.
Their eye-contact interrupted by the male crotches in their faces, Rita and Sherry had to find a new way to share their orgasmic vibrations. Slipping their hands between each other's legs, they communicated their joy with tingling fingertips and throbbing pussies. The dual message came through loud and clear. Both were still coming like a house afire.
In the meantime, Jim and Randy had decided to try their tireless dicks at some tit-fucking. With their mouths freed, Rita and Sherry lapped the cock-heads when they came shooting up from between the compressed mounds of flesh on their heaving chests.
So far, Jim and Randy had been holding back their cum. But now, after their hard-working pricks had visited so many sweet female places, their balls were blue and aching. There was no longer any choice. They had to come.
Rita and Sherry knew it. Their women's intuition was fine-tuned to the frequency of the male crotch. When the nerve endings in Jim's and Randy's cocks and balls became hopelessly frazzled from an overload of fucking, the heralding of an imminent twin eruption came through loud and clear to Rita and Sherry.
"Come!" the jizz-thirsty girls screamed in unison. "Shoot it out! Let go with your hot, sweet cream . . . COME . . . NOW!"
Jim and Randy felt their cocks being gripped by soft female hands. Being jerked off the rest of the way. Aimed toward radiant female faces.
The cum exploded. Dual jet streams splashed between the eyes of Rita and Sherry. As it kept spraying, they wagged their heads, covering their faces with the syrupy goo. It was matting their hair. Dripping from their eyebrows and lashes. Pouring down their cheeks like milky tears.
After being held back for so long, the jism just wouldn't stop spurting. Rita and Sherry transferred the outpouring to their tits, then to their bellies, and finally to their wide-open crotches. When the flow ceased they rubbed the rich male jism into their bare skin with massaging fingertips, reveling in the gooey cum of their men.
With the fucking temporarily over, the four lovers relaxed in the silken afterglow of lovemak-ing. Embracing each other so that everybody touched everybody else, they huddled at the center of the bed in a mass of sticky flesh.
In the minds of the four people caressing and fondling each other, there was no doubt that this was heaven. They had not just done the right thing by throwing in their lots together-they had done the perfect thing.
"I love you," Rita said to the other three.
"We love you, too," they answered back.
The naked bodies squirmed and twitched. Somebody had a hard-on. A pussy made seductive sucking noises.
Rita and Jim and Sherry and Randy started licking and feeling and loving each other all over again. Within five minutes they were fucking once more like there was no tomorrow.