There are many women like Marsha Bowen in the world, although their cases are not greatly publicized. The feelings of rejection which trigger her actions are well known to most of us, although we may find different ways of coping with our problems. Because her way is not ours is no reason to condemn.
Here we have a quite common situation of a woman in her prime who is deprived of her mate and must seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere. The options open to an older woman are not numerous, as most healthy males of her age are married. Marsha tried to find fulfillment with married lovers, and was unable to do so, as her needs were for love as well as sex. Her deep-seated feeling of inadequacy as her married lover left her for another woman, younger than she, led her into the turmoil of seducing a young boy, trying to find the love and adoration she so deeply.heeds.
This craving for young boys is far more widespread than we may believe. Most women hid this desire, finding release in the arms of a husband or a lover, but for such as Marsha, the desire overcomes their scruples. Marsha certainly fights her compulsion, reasoning that it is wrong according to her society's values, but she is unable to resist, and is plunged into a tragic situation, in which she believes her young lover has betrayed her and betrays him in turn, with terrible results.
Her final salvation is not too hard to believe, given the situation. She is an attractive woman, very appealing to the opposite sex, and Jim Smathers' love for her is understandable. One might argue that she is too lucky, that she does not deserve the final outcome, but it is not our part to condemn the solutions found by others. What is right for some is not right for others, but all must agree that Marsha is a far happier and more satisfied woman at the end of her experience.
The fact that Marsha is driven to her desperate situation is proof enough that help is not readily available to sexually disoriented persons. Perhaps if everyone were as ready to offer help as criticism, the situation would never have arisen! Only by reading her account with compassion and understanding can we help the women of this world who have this not unnatural craving for young boys.
The purpose of this book is to make clear the facts of this condition, presenting them to the reader in an understandable fashion. It tries to show that anyone can succomb to these cravings, and what could possibly happen as a result. It does not attempt to moralize or preach, but merely point out a situation and try to show how one woman's problem was solved. The solution may not appeal to everyone, but it is a valid one.
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Chapter One
Marsha Bowen examined her face carefully in the bedroom mirror, searching for any of the marks and signs of approaching age. It was a face to be proud of, she concluded, thoughtfully smoothing the tiny lines around her eyes. Not many forty-year-old women had so few wrinkles, not many still had the smooth skin of youth. She smiled slightly, letting her full lips part a bit, showing her white teeth. Not bad, she approved. Not bad, Marsha old gal. I look better now than when I was twenty. She picked up the hairbrush and ran it through her still luxuriant blonde locks, untouched by gray. Stepping back, she let the mirror reflect her full length, showing her full breasts and flat stomach. She sucked in her breath, admiring the tight muscles of her'belly, and turned sideways to view the curve of her hips. Her waist was as small as a young girl's despite her child, and her hips still swelled sweetly in voluptuous lines, always the high point of her charms, and was satisfied with their sleekness.
You're still a good looking woman, she told herself. But who gives a damn! With the last words, she flung the hairbrush across the room. It wouldn't matter if you were an old hag! Your life's over!
Marsha's husband had died the year before, and, after a brief period of mourning, she had tried to date again, and had become involved with several married men who made it quite clear to her that she was no more than a roll in the hay, and should be grateful to them for providing her with sexual release. Her last lover had only yesterday left her and his wife to run off with a young girl of twenty. Remembering the many conversations they had held in which he had declared the impossibility of ever leaving his wife for another woman, Marsha felt rage flood her again.
"He was quick enough to leave both of us for that young bitch," she muttered, beginning to pace the room in fury. "What the hell did she have to offer him? Goddamn men . . . always want a younger woman. ... If Bob hadn't died when he did, he would probably have run off with his secretary. ... I knew he was screwing her on the side. ..." Pacing the room like a caged beast, Marsha muttered to herself, slapping her fist against her side. "Oh, shit. What difference does it make. . . ? I'm old now, and I'd better get used to it! Never again will I let myself be humiliated. ..." She threw herself face down on her bed, hiding her face in the pillow. She was quiet for a few moments, trying to let her raging thoughts subside, but she soon realized it was impossible. Rolling over, she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, remembering her last encounter with her lover.
He had just finished screwing her, and they both lay on their backs, smoking the regulation after-sex cigarette. She had felt restless and unsatisfied, with desire still churning in the pit of her stomach, but any sex was better than nothing, and Mark was at least a regular visitor. She looked over at him as he lay beside her, the smoke curling lazily out of his mouth.
He looks like a contented dog who's just got his rocks off, she thought viciously, hating the self satisfied smile that was on his lips. Doesn't ever ask if I'm satisfied . . . doesn't care about anything but his own lousy dick.. . . Still, he was better than her last lover, who had hardly ever screwed her, preferring to be sucked off and then falling into a deep sleep. God, I hate this . . . this humiliating myself to get laid . . . begging for sex, she mused. At the ridiculous thought of one of her lovers ever expressing gratitude, Marsha burst into a laugh.
Richard looked at the supine form of his mistress, the smile changing to a slight frown. She wasn't bad for an old broad, he thought patronizingly, forgetting his own forty-five years. But I guess I'll have to get rid of her. I'll hardly need her cluttering up my time now that I've got Cindy. He let his thoughts dwell briefly on his new girl friend, and the contented smile returned to his lips. "Well, Marsha, we've had some good times," he began.
Marsha suddenly perked to attention at the note in her lover's voice.
"And I'll always be very fond of you, but the thing is, I think we should cool it off for a while. Maybe next year we can get back together again. I mean, it isn't fair to you, meeting like this. You're still a young woman. You should get out more ... find yourself a man who isn't tied down. I could never leave my wife."
Marsha listened to his droning voice with one ear, her thoughts racing, a knot of cold fear forming in her stomach at the thought of trying to find a new lover, one who would overlook her no-longer-young body, one who would visit her as regularly as Richard had. For all his faults, the thought of finding a replacement was far worse than putting up with him.
"Yes, Richard, I understand. No ... no hard feelings. Yes we can still be friends." Marsha made all the polite noises of ending an affair and ushered her former lover out of the house, still hoping he would change his mind.
And today she found out he had run off with his young receptionist, leaving his wife and children as well as her. The shock of being discarded for a young woman still burned in her brain.
Marsha got up and slowly began to dress. Her young daughter would soon be home from school, wanting lunch. "Oh, well," she sighed, zipping her orange slacks over her well-formed hips. "I'll just devote myself to Jo Anne now, no more running around for me!" She pulled a white top over her head and smoothed it into the waistband of her slacks, looking in the mirror. Her image confronted her, full breasts straining at the thin white cloth, voluptuous hips swelling the orange slacks, the image of a sensuous, sexually alive woman, not at all ready to be thrown on the dust bin. Marsha regarded herself solemnly, then shook her head. No ... no more sex for her. No more worries, no more trouble ... no more life! Marsha ran a brush through her hair, remembering....
Her high school days-a blur of dimming memories, highlighted by a few sharply lit scenes ... her first boyfriend, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned her blouse, letting his young eyes feast on her burgeoning tits, running one hand shakily over the firm globes, his voice saying, "Oh, Marcie ... so beautiful... so beautiful...." His adoring eyes mutely expressing his gratitude, his lips worshiping her beauty, paying homage to her tits____
She shook her head sharply, trying to block out the memory, but it persisted, filling her mind with the remembered glories of sex with an enraptured young boy who only wanted to please her, who only asked to worship. When did it all change? she asked herself, when did the men in her life become hard and demanding, only seeking their own pleasure? For it seemed to her as she stood in her lonely bedroom that the only sex she had ever truly enjoyed was when she was adored by her young lovers for the gift of herself. Her husband hadn't loved her that way-he had regarded her as a brood mare and housekeeper, who occasionally had the honor of receiving his sperm. Her recent lovers had certainly not wanted her as an adored mistress-only a receptacle for their lust.
"Why does everything have to change?" she muttered. "Why can't men stay like young boys? Why do they lose their gratitude and admiration? Why do they become hard and uncaring?" There was nothing like the beauty of a young prick, she thought, calling up an image from the past. Trembling, dewy soft skin surrounding the hard shaft-the whole topped by the red mushroom cap, weaving gently as it sought to bury itself in a soft cunt. The soft growth of pubic hair, the tight boyish balls in their smooth sac. Compared to the pristine beauty of a young prick, a man's cock was grotesque-wrinkled, tough skin, harsh scratchy hair, hardened, wrinkled balls. She shuddered visibly, recalling Richard's angry red prick battering at her softness, ripping aside her membranes, showing no mercy. And once a man had cum, that was usually it for an hour or more, while a young boy was always ready, his young dick rising from its orgasm with renewed vigor.
"Well, it's no use thinking about the past," she said, returning with a jolt to the present. "Men change, and that's that. I wonder when Jo Anne will be home.
At that moment, the front door slammed and Jo Anne's exuberant young voice filled the air.
"Mom! I'm starving! Where are you?"
"Coming, dear," Marsha called, taking a last quick glance in the mirror to insure her appearance. "Did you have a good day?"
"Super! Where's the Coke?"
"I think we're out. I'll have to get some." Marsha went down the stairs to join her daughter.
Jo Anne Bowen was a miniature version of her mother, who gave full promise of becoming a beautiful woman. She had the same luxuriant blonde hair, the same sleek legs, the same graceful curve of waist and hips. Her young breasts had not reached full ripeness, but they were firm and pert, perched high on her chast. Right now, the nubile body was slumped across the kitchen table.
"Jeez, Mom, how come we're out of Coke?" Jo Anne asked, turning blue, accusing eyes on her mother.
"I forgot, dear," Marsha said smoothly, looking at her daughter. God, she was a lovely girl, Marsha thought. Did I ever look that fresh and young? She stretched out a hand to her daughter, touching the warm, sun-browned flesh of her arm. "I'll get some later. Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah, like I told you, it was real super," Jo Anne answered. "Can you hurry a little? I've got a date."
"With David, dear?" Marsha asked absently, beginning to make sandwiches.
"Oh, Mom, that was last week!" Jo Anne said disparagingly. "This is a guy I met at the dance last night-really far out!" She rolled her eyes and grinned engagingly. "We're going to the beach, okay?"
"Sure, hon," Marsha replied. "Just don't be too late."
"Oh, I won't. I have a date for the movies tonight. Thanks, Mom." Jo Anne took the proferred sandwich and began wolfing it down.
Marsha stared at her daughter, a wave of jealousy engulfing her. God, does she know how lucky she is? she thought, picturing the endless stream of boys that filtered in and out of her daughter's life. And I bet she doesn't do a goddamn thing with them. Probably a real little prick teaser... little bitch, she thought viciously, watching Jo Anne finish the sandwich in a few gulps.
"Well, dear, enjoy yourself while you're young."
Jo Anne looked up at the strange note in her mother's voice. Why, she's looking at me like she hates me, she thought in confusion, looking at her mother's narrowed eyes.
"Someday you'll remember this as the only good time of your life, and, and ..." to both their surprise and horror, large tears welled up in Marsha's eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"Oh, Mom, don't cry. You're not old. I know you miss Dad," soothed Jo Anne, wondering frantically what she was going to do if her date came while he mother was sobbing.
Miss Dad? If you only knew, thought Marsha, pulling herself together. I don't miss that cocksucker. I want your life ... your youth ... your young boys! With the last thought, she raised her head in confusion, for that was the crux of the matter ... she wanted her daughter's men, not her daughter's youth! She wanted the swarm of young pricks that followed her daughter! Her mouth opened in amazement as she grasped this new idea.
At that moment there was a knock on the kitchen door.
"Pull yourself together, Mom," murmured Jo Anne. "Coming, Donny!"
"Invite him in dear. I want to-uh, get a look at him." Marsha ran her hands over her face, brushing away the remnants of her tears.
"Okay, Mom." Jo Anne looked at her doubtfully, then called, "Come on in, Donny ... the door's open. I want you to meet my Mom!"
The door opened and a tall young man strode in. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bowen," he said politely, smiling at Marsha candidly.
Marsha looked up at the young man, her smile freezing as she took him in. He was bronzed to a deep copper by the sun, his eyes a startling blue against the tan. Her gaze slipped past his shoulder-length brown hair, past the white teeth bared in an engaging smile, past the firmly muscled column of his throat. He had on no shirt, and a few sparse hairs graced his muscular chest, which sloped into a narrow waist. Around his hips a pair of faded denim cut-offs clung precariously, threatening to fall at any moment. Marsha licked her lips slightly, her gaze riveted on the bulge in the denim pants. He's beautiful! A gorgeous young animal! Her excited gaze saw a thin strip of white at the top of his shorts, an area untanned by the sun, and her hands twitched with the effort of not reaching out to run her finger along it. She could almost picture his young cock, nestled in the soft pubic hair, startling against the soft whiteness of his untanned skin. She felt a trickle of moisture ooze from her tightly closed pussy, and she squeezed her legs even closer together, enjoying the friction. I have to say something, she thought frantically. God ... what can I say? I want to suck your cock? I want to lick your little balls until they swell up and give me your cum? "Yes, Donny, Jo Anne has told me a great deal about you,"
Marsha finally managed to get out.
"Jeez, Mom, I only met him yesterday! I told you!" Jo Anne cried in anguish, watching her mother. What was wrong with her? She's just sitting there staring at him like ... like, oh, I don't know. God, this is weird... she's acting really weird! "Well, let's go," she said abruptly.
"Aren't you going to put on your suit?" asked Marsha, her eyes never leaving the young man. "Sit down, Donny, we'll get better acquainted while we're waiting for Jo."
"Sure, Mrs. Bowen," replied Donny, sitting on a kitchen stool, his bare feet casually hooked around the rungs.
"Shit!" muttered Jo Anne, running out of the room. "I'll be back in a minute!"
"Take your time, dear. I'm sure Donny and I'll find something to talk about." Marsha smiled fully at the young boy, letting her full lips part and show her teeth and the tip of her tongue. She scarcely knew what she was doing; she only wanted to continue looking at this boy, imagining how it would be to fuck him. Yeah, that's what you want to do, isn't it? You want to fuck him! A voice whispered inside her head. Well, why not? He'd probably love it-Don't be silly, another part of her answered-I'm an old woman to him, why would he want me if he could have Jo Anne?-Because you can give him what she can't-and you're not old. Marsha firmly shut her ears to the tempting voice. She only wanted to look at him, find out if he was suitable for her daughter.
"Well, Donny... uh, where do you go to school?" she asked.
"Central High, ma'am," he answered. "I'll be a sophomore this fall."
"That's lovely, Donny, just lovely. I mean, you're quite a young man, aren't you? High school and all...." Marsha faltered to a halt, her thoughts churning. If only, she thought, people could say what they mean ... God, what am I thinking of? This child....
"Yes ma'am," Donny said, watching Mrs. Bowen warily. Boy, she is kinda weird, he thought. Good looking ... but what's she getting at? Ah, hell, she's probably just making conversation. He looked at her appreciatively, taking in her rumpled blonde hair, his glance sliding down until it rested on her large breasts. Some tits, he thought, letting his eyes fill with their fullness, wondering what they looked like bare. I bet they don't sag much, either, he mused, noting the slope of her chest. He had watched his own mother in the shower several times, and although her tits were quite as large as Mrs. Bowen's, they didn't point up appetizingly like these. He felt a small stirring in his penis as he glued his eyes on the white-covered boobs opposite him, trying vainly to see through the thin material.
"I suppose you have a lot of girl friends," Marsha continued. "A good-looking young man like you. I guess they just fall for you right and left."
"Yes ma'am ... I mean, I guess so, ma'am," Donny stuttered, raising his eyes to her face. He lowered his eyes again and noticed that she was now leaning forward slightly, letting the tops of her breasts swell over the low neck of her blouse. He swallowed convulsively and licked his lips, trying to tear his eyes away and look at something else, something that wouldn't produce this tightening in his groin.
Marsha glanced casually at the young man's crotch and noticed that the slight swelling had grown and was pressing against the faded denim shorts. Instinctively she leaned even farther forward, letting her breasts spill even more out of her blouse, revealing the whole of the creamy mounds, almost to the nipple.
"Yes, Donny, you're quite a handsome young man," she repeated, letting her eyes rove over his almost nude body. "Jo Anne is a lucky girl...."
"Aw I don't know," he mumbled, mesmerised by the sight of her swelling tits. "She's got a lot of boy friends. I mean, she's pretty popular, you know...."
"Yes, she's a lovely girl," Mrs. Bowen continued, getting up and walking to the refrigerator. She bent over to peer into the interior, knowing that the orange slacks outlined her body flatteringly. "Would you like some lemonade or something? I'm out of Cokes."
"Anything's fine," Donny replied, his eyes lighting on a new target. He watched her firm ass sway as she bent over, the orange material stretched tight over the globular cheeks, hugging the crack of her ass.
Wow ... her ass is really something ... Gee whiz, you can see the crack ... I bet she isn't wearing any panties at all! The bulge at his groin was becoming painful now, rubbing against the fabric, but he couldn't take his eyes from the arousing sight before him.
Marsha shut the refrigerator and walked over to Donny, handing him a glass of lemonade. "I'm sorry I don't have anything else," she apologized, her fingers meeting his as she gave him the drink.
"That's okay. This is great, thank you." Donny drank the liquid in one swallow and handed her back the glass. "Boy, was I thirsty," he said, smiling.
"Yes, it is a little warm in here," Marsha agreed, looking down at him. From where he sat perched on the stool, his head was exactly level with her chest, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead, glued to her tits. She looked down and noted that his hands were clenched at his sides. Why, I'm exciting him, she thought, looking at the throbbing bulge at his crotch. I'm turning him on! She backed up slightly at the thought, confusion racing through her mind. He obviously was aroused by the sight of her body, but what could she do about it? Jo Anne was upstairs, and besides, he was a minor-a child. Visions of corrupted people who molested children raced through her brain. But he wants to fuck you, whispered that insiduous voice in her brain. Surely it couldn't be wrong if he wants it like you do. She thought of how his young body would feel; she could almost taste the sharp tang of young sweat. She caught her breath at the image that rose unbidden to her mind, of his young cock, swaying and eager for her, a drop of pearly fluid at the tip.... i-
Marsha Bowen reached out one hand and let it drop casually on the bronzed shoulder of the youth before her. A tremor ran through his body at her touch and he looked up at her pleadingly.
"Mrs. Bowen ... uh...."
"Mom! I can't find my blue suit!" Jo Anne's voice called.
Snapped back to reality, Marsha stepped back, her hand falling to her side. "Donny," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Maybe you'd like to come over sometime. We could finish our conversation-maybe tonight? I'll be all alone. Jo Anne's going out...."
"Yeah, sure ... Mrs. Bowen I'd love to." Donny stuttered, returning from the sensuous haze that had enveloped him. He looked down at his cock, willing it to subside....
Jo Anne ran into the room, her blonde hair bouncing, her lithe body clad in a red bikini. "I put this old thing on," she said. "Let's go, Donny ... thanks, Mom. See ya later." With a slam of the door, they were gone, leaving Marsha to her thoughts.
Marsha Bowen sank back into her chair, her thoughts awhirl. My God, she thought. I propositioned him! I practically raped him in my own kitchen! If Jo Anne hadn't called... God! What have I done? How can I look him in the face again? What am I going to do when he comes by tonight? What if he doesn't... what if he's laughing at me right now ... horny old woman ... God! He could be telling Jo Anne... I could be arrested.... Moaning she laid her head in her hands, willing herself to calm down. But I didn't really do anything... all I did was touch his shoulder and invite him over... Maybe he didn't even understand, .. maybe he won't even come over.... The last thought was somehow the worst of all-the thought that she would never get to see his nude body, never get to touch his cock. He couldn't have not understood, the voice in her brain said. You practically shoved your tits in his face. Marsha sat up suddenly, a vision of herself and the young boy flashing before her, his eyes fastened on her bosom, his crotch hardening under her gaze.
She felt moisture beginning to ooze between her thighs again, and, glancing down, she saw her nipples stand up under the thin blouse, begging to be touched. She shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs together, trying to still the tormenting itch that was starting in her crotch. Scarcely realizing what she was doing, she slipped one hand under the waistband of her slacks, loosening the zipper, and slid her fingers down to her pubes.
As Donny had guessed, she wasn't wearing panties, and the touch of her fingers on her bare skin made her flesh crawl in excitement. Raising her hips slightly to facilitate the entrance, she let her middle finger grope through the curls of her pussy, searching for her wet slit which was now tingling in anticipation. Her other hand slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting her massive tits fall free. Marsha groaned, letting her body slump backwards in the chair, one hand raised to yher chest, massaging the rich heavy tits, tweaking the hard nipples, the other hand buried between her legs, the fingers probing at the entrance to her womb. As the finger in her twat slid past the muscles at the front of her channel and sank into the wet cavern, she bucked upward with her hips to meet it, simulating the motion of sexual intercourse. In her mind, her finger was' Donny's youthful prick, poised at the entrance to her pussy, sliding into her oozing channel, opening her parts to the joy of release.
"Ohhhhhh ... Donny! Oh, God you're so beautiful! I want your prick, I want your sweet cock in me! Oh, God!" she moaned, writhing on the chair. Her hand mashed frantically at her tits, pulling on the elongated nipples, sending burning sensations along her nerves. "Suck my tits, baby-honey, suck mama's tits."
Her lustful gaze swept the kitchen, searching for something to put in her cunt to assuage the burning waves of desire. Lurching to her feet, she strumbled to the refrigerator and found a cucumber. Falling to the floor, she opened her legs to their fullest extent, and with one hand opening her cunt, she drove the cucumber home, past the hungry hps of her twat, into the moist channel which awaited it. She felt the muscles of her cunt grab at the object with fierce suction, pulling it into her very womb.
"Oh, God," she groaned, thrashing wildly on the kitchen floor, one hand frantically pumping the long cucumber inside her, the other mashing her tits. "So good, fuck me, honey, make me cum!"
She felt the beginning of orgasm knot in her guts, felt the hard knot of pressure form and grow, filling her stomach with unbearable need. She slammed the cucumber harder, feeling the bumps on the skin of the vegetable bruise her tender membranes, sending painful pleasure through her exascerbated nerve endings. She raised her legs even higher, striving for maximum penetration as she bucked her hips up and down. She didn't feel the hard coldness of the linoleum floor beneath her, she felt nothing but the overwhelming need to cum, to unravel the knot of tension building inside her, to pour out her release in a flood of cum.
"Ohhhhhh! FUCK! CUM! FUCK MY PUSSY ... OH, GOD! I HAVE TO CUM! Ahhhhhhhh ... uh-uh-uh-" In a writhing frenzy, her thumb reached to the front of her slit and found the hard nub of her clitoris, pressing it again and again as she pumped the cucumber into her womb. Her orgasm started, triggered by the pulsing clit, starting in her belly, spreading through her cunt, causing her to shake and tremble, blown by the winds of passion. A flood of cunt juice poured from her convulsing slit, gushing down her legs, soaking her hand, running down and puddling on the floor.
"God," she whispered, letting her hand slow and stop, the cucumber still clenched between her pussy lips. "What has become of me?" She moaned faintly, looking around her as if in a dream. She could see her body slumped in front of the refrigerator, her blouse open, her slacks bunched around her ankles, legs spread wideband between them a green cucumber protruding, covered with the sticky aftermath of her lust. She rose to her knees, withdrawing the vegetable and throwing it aside with a grimace of disgust, wiping her sopping pussy with the kitchen towel, drawing her slacks up and buttoning them, all in a dim haze of disbelief. "This can't be," she muttered. "Not me. Jerking off in the kitchen-Aaaagh!" She groaned in self disgust, remembering her contortions, remembering her mad rush to slam anything, anything at all into her demanding twat, especially remembering her mental pictures as she masturbated, the incessant pictures of young Donny that had burned into her brain, searing her mind with lust.
"I must have him!" she vowed to herself. "Anything would be better than this!" Marsha had never masturbated like this before, as a necessity to assuage her cunt. She could see herself drooling over young boys in the streets, then rushing home to jerk off over them. She laughed slightly-it was a ridiculous picture-but surely choosing a young lover and fucking him would be far less degrading than that. "Why I can teach him all sorts of things," she mused, a smile beginning to light her face. "I can make up to him for all the little teeny boppers who won't put out. I can be his teacher in the art of sex!" Feeling immensely cheered, she hummed slightly as she moved around the kitchen. "I wonder what time he'll be by? Jo Anne'll be gone after seven. I better be ready by seven." As excited as a girl on her first date, Marsha Bowen climbed the stairs, planning what she would wear to seduce her youthful lover.
Chapter Two
"What's wrong with you, Donny? You're awfully quiet," Jo Anne asked her companion as they lay on the beach. "You haven't said hardly anything to me since we left the house. Gosh, I thought you were a really far out dude, but now, don't you like me?" She rolled over and stared at her date, trying to see his face.
Donny was lying on his back, his arm covering his face. "Aw, Jo, of course I like you. I've just got a lot of things on my mind." Like your mom, he thought. Gee, I wonder if she really meant what I thought she meant. I mean, she practically showed me her tits, and she must have seen how hard I was getting. Why, she stared at my bone like she'd never seen one before! And she did ask me back-alone! God, she sure does have nice tits for an old woman-I mean, she's as old as my Mom, but my Mom ain't built like that! I could really dig getting a piece of that! He smacked his lips suddenly, thinking of the ripeness of Mrs. Bowen's breasts as she had dangled them in front of him. No, I'm imagining the whole thing. What would she want with a kid like me? Of course, I've heard of old broads who like kids, but-wow, it would be too good to be true!
"Donny! You aren't listening to me!" pouted Jo Anne. Boy, this was some date, she thought disgustedly. First he sits in the kitchen and drools all over my mom, and now he won't even talk to me!
"Yeah I am. What do you want?"
"I bet you're thinking about my mom," Jo Anne said viciously, narrowing her eyes against the sun and looking at him. "Well, you can just forget it! She's got a lot of lovers and certainly wouldn't want a little boy like you! Jeez! You make me sick!" She jumped up, scattering sand. "I'm going swimming! Maybe I can find some guy who'll pay a little attention to me!"
"Okay, Baby, run along," Donny replied, his mind back in the kitchen with Marsha Bowen. He glanced up at Jo Anne. Her figure was nice, but it seemed immature compared to her mom's. And there was probably no chance in hell of getting into her pants, he thought. Not many of the young girls his age put out-at least none that he'd ever dated. The most he'd ever gotten was a quick hand job from a Mexican girl who was new at school. "Maybe I'll call you later in the week," he offered, not really caring. He closed his eyes and settled back in the sand, dreaming of his "date" tonight. He remembered the way her orange slacks had fit her ass, outlining the crack lewdly. No-I'm sure she didn't have any panties on, Donny mused, feeling his prick begin to rise at the image of the older woman in his mind. God, I wonder what it looks like. I bet her twat's really juicy! He groaned and rolled over, burying his loins against the hot sand, feeling the familiar pulsing of lust in his balls.
"You-you don't bother! I don't ever want to see you again!" shouted Jo Anne, running down the beach. "You stay away from my house! You hear? Goddamn KID!"
"Oh, I'll stay away from you, all right. But I'm going to your house tonight." He chuckled, thrusting his hips against the sand, feeling the sand give way before his hardness. He looked around quickly. Except for a couple making out a couple of yards away, he was alone on the beach, as it was getting late in the day. Casually, he slipped his hand underneath him and unzipped his shorts, freeing his prick. "Oh yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you blind," he crooned to himself, carefully turning his back on the couple. His hand stroked his prick softly, his fingers squeezing with practiced ease, for Donny was an expert at jacking his cock. After all, there wasn't much else a fifteen-year-old boy could do. As he rubbed his hard-on, visions of Marsha Bowen's tits swam before his closed eyes. His mouth ached with the need to suckle at those beautiful tits, to run his tongue over her nipples, to bite hungrily into the soft whiteness of the breast. "Ohhh ... I wanna suck your tits, baby," he moaned, running his hand up and down his jumping shaft. "I'm gonna suck those big tits!" He moved his hips back and forth, thrusting into his fist as if it were a cunt. He thought feverishly of how it would feel to pump into Mrs. Bowen's twat, to feel his cock plunging into her depths as his hands mashed her tits and his mouth sucked on her nipple.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Uhhhhhh... !"
His orgasm began; he felt his balls tighten, then release the load of sperm which spurted from the head of his dick, ran through his fingers and gushed onto the sand, sinking into it.
He lay back, wiping his hand off in the sand, stuffing his dick back into his pants. As always after jacking off, he felt drained, but now he was unsatisfied, for he could feel how much more thrilling it would be to spend his seed in a warm cunt than in his hand. "Tonight," he whispered to himself. "I'm gonna get into some cunt! I know she wants me. God! She has to! She's beautiful! I've gotta have her cunt-cunt-cunt!" Donny drifted into sleep, the late afternoon sun shining on his innocent young face, lingering on the contented smile on his lips.
Marsha drifted around the house in a sensuous haze after Donny left, smiling to herself frequently and glancing at her watch.
"Three hours left," she murmured. "How can I wait that long?"
Jo Anne had come home a little later, and banged upstairs without a word. Marsha wondered vaguely what was wrong with her daughter, but found that she really didn't care-all she cared about was satisfying the unrelenting itch between her legs. As Jo Anne dressed to go out and the hour grew later, Marsha found herself fidgeting and roaming around the house, peering out of the windows at the darkening streets.
"What if he doesn't come? No-don't even think of that," she muttered nervously. "I'll go take a shower and get ready. Jo Anne should be going out soon."
Sure enough, as she mounted the stairs, Jo Anne emerged from her room and sauntered past her mother, giving her a glance beneath her lashes.
"Ready to leave, dear?" queried Marsha pleasantly.
"Yeah, Mom, David should be here any minute." Jo Anne's voice was a dull monotone. "By the way, you made quite an impression on Donny. He wouldn't even speak to me. I think it's disgusting the way he looked at you." Jo Anne looked up at her mother. "You're my Mom and he's just a kid!"
Marsha felt her heart give a tremendous lurch, but she kept her voice calm. "Well, dear, young men are like that. They like to look. It's not something they can control." Inspired by the reason of her tone, she smiled at her daughter. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."
"Yeah. Well, maybe. I guess you know about men and all. But I still think it's disgusting." Jo Anne's voice rose slightly on the last words, but she looked a little happier.
"Just don't be too late, dear." Marsha smiled at her daughter and continued up the stairs, trying to control the accelerated beat of her heart. In her room she paused by the door, clasping her hands to her breast, forcing herself to take deep breaths. I have to be calm, she thought. I don't want to seem too eager-I might scare him off.
She went to her closet and chose a long red silk robe which opened down the front to reveal her firm breasts and which would be' quite easy to remove.
She tensed as the doorbell rang, but relaxed as she realized it was Jo Anne's date.
"'Bye, Mom!" her daughter's voice floated up the stairs.
Marsha Bowen took a deep breath and stared into the mirror. The next time the doorbell rang it would be Donny!
Donny stood nervously on the front porch, trying to get up the nerve to ring the bell. "Ah, hell, what can I lose?" He punched the doorbell, listening to the chime inside the house. "Here goes," he muttered.
Marsha swallowed once and then opened the door. The light behind her outlined the lush curves of her body through the thin silk robe. "Donny? Is that you?"
"Well, do come in! I've been waiting for you!" Marsha laughed and extended both hands. "I've been looking forward to continuing our talk."
"You have?" Donny stepped into the house, a blush mounting his neck and suffusing his face. He stared at her appreciatively, letting his eyes dwell on the deep vee neckline through which he could see the creamy swell of her breast. "Wow, Mrs. Bowen, you look great!"
"Thank you, Donny. Why don't we go into the living room and, uh, get comfortable?" She brushed past him, leaving a trail of expensive scent. He sniffed and followed the trail like a bird dog.
"I guess you're a little young to drink-but why don't you have a Coke, and if you don't mind I'll have a small drink." Marsha was talking fast now, her nervousness mounting. Now that she had him here alone, she couldn't think where to begin. She poured herself a healthy slug of Scotch and sat beside him, forcing herself to sip. "Now, why don't you tell me all about yourself!" She curled up next to him, letting one hand rest on the back of the couch next to his neck.
"Uh-there really isn't very much, uh, to say," Donny began, fixing his eyes on his hands, which were folded in his lap. Gosh, I must be nuts! he thought. She just wants to talk to me! I better watch myself! He sneaked a surreptitious glance at her and saw that she was watching him expectantly, one hand resting casually at her knees, playing with the material of her robe. "I, uh, go to Central High."
"What would you like to do when you grow up, Donny?" Marsha prodded, shifting her knees so the robe rode up over them, exposing the firm flesh of her thighs. She bent forward slightly so that the v-neck slid open more, revealing almost the whole of her breast.
"I don't really know," Donny got out, his eyes caught. He felt his traitorous prick begin its inexorable rise as his eyes drank in her lush charms. He gulped, wishing he were ten years older and had the nerve to reach out and grab her tits. "You sure are beautiful," he murmured.
"Thank you, Donny. You don't know what it means to a lonely woman to have a nice young man compliment her." Marsha smiled and bent forward, allowing him a full glimpse of her bosom, then reached forward to get his glass, brushing her fingers accidentally over the hard mound in his jeans.
Donny almost jumped off the sofa. Jeez! She touched me there! Maybe it was an accident! In wild confusion, Donny looked up and saw Mrs. Bowen's entire bosom filling his vision; the robe had parted completely and the glories of her breasts was apparent. "Gosh," he breathed, instinctively reaching out a hand to touch. "Mrs. Bowen, uh, wow, what beautiful-I'm sorry but-" His hand tentatively touched one of the bursting orbs, then drew back quickly.
"Don't worry, Donny," Marsha murmured, drawing closer to the young man she was seducing. "I'd love to have you touch me." She dropped her hand to the back of his neck and gently pulled his head toward her. "Why don't you kiss my breast?"
Her voice caught in her throat as Donny, needing no further encouragement, lurched forward and dug his face into her bosom, suckling wildly at her tits, slobbering in his eagerness to get the nipple in his mouth.
"Oh yes, suck my tits-cram them in your mouth-your sweet young mouth-" Marsha trembled wildly as her objective neared. She slipped her free hand down Donny's chest to the zipper on his jeans, and, drawing it down, groped inside for his cock.
His young prick burst free. Marsha felt her breath hiss between her teeth at the longed-for sight. It was swelling rapidly with lust, the pinkish head slowly turning a deep coral, the ivory shaft pulsing as the veins filled with blood. A small drop of liquid oozed from the piss hole and clung to the head, pearly white and gleaming. Marsha felt an incontrollable urge to lick the drop of pre-cum, and, with a stifled sound she threw herself forward, her tongue stretched out to receive the precious fluid.
Donny, his head buried in Mrs. Bowen's tits, felt a warm, wet mouth slip over the head of his cock, surrounding it with suction. The surprise completely unnerved him, and he plunged his hips forward, burying his eager prick deep in her sucking hot mouth. "Oh! Mrs. Bowen!" he gurgled, his mouth full of tit. "You're sucking my cock! You've got my prick in your mouth!" With a series of short quick jabs, he plunged rapidly into her mouth, feeling his balls tighten, feeling cum begin to boil in the depths of his prick. "Oh! OH! OH!" he grunted. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth!"
Marsha sucked frantically, her tongue swirling over the head of the cock, her cheeks sunken with the effort to draw his sperm. She bobbed her blonde head up and down, letting his hot cock hit her throat, reveling in the thought that she would soon be swallowing his cum. He had fallen back against the side of the couch, and she was crouched over him, her heavy tits swinging free. He reached out and grabbed her tits, one in each hand, squeezing them.
"Ohhhhh! Suck me! I'M CUMMING!! OHHHHhhh!" Donny gave a last convulsive thrust and his cock began spewing forth his young sperm. Marsha swallowed lustfully, feeling the jism hit her throat, fill her mouth, and run out of the corners of her mouth. She gulped, choked, and gulped again-she had forgotten how much sperm a young cock had! She raised her head, licking her lips, tasting the tang of cum, and looked down lovingly at the softening dick. How sweet it looks, she thought tenderly. Like a sweet little boy, all nested in that soft hair. Almost delirious with success, she bent forward and cleaned the last traces of sperm from his balls, letting her tongue linger in his delicious young crotch.
"Wow! Mrs. Bowen, I never had anyone do that! That was great!" Donny murmured, still in a state of disbelief. Who would ever believe that this sexy creature had just sucked him off?!
"We've just started, Donny," Marsha replied, raising up and grinning at him. "There's so much more we can do."
"Can I-uh-see the rest of you?" Donny ventured timidly. "I mean, your pussy? I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you!" he finished in a rush, looking at her with adoration. Marsha felt her legs grow warm and weak at the tone in his voice.
"Why certainly, Donny. I'd love to have you look at my cunt." Marsha Bowen leaned back, letting the robe fall completely open, revealing her lush charms to the boy's enraptured gaze. She spread her legs, lifting her hips so her cunt opened. With one hand, she reached down and spread apart the lips of her twat, revealing the interior.
"Look at it, honey. That's my cunt. My innermost parts, see how wet it is-that means it wants loving." She thrust her finger into the depths, letting it sink slowly into the mushy flesh, and withdrew it slowly, shining and wet with cunt juice.
"Can I do that, Mrs. Bowen? I want to touch it." Donny stretched out a finger and cautiously touched the side of her gash.
Marsha slid her tongue out and moistened her dry lips. "Of course, Donny, touch it. I want you to. Please, touch it. Sink your finger in my cunt, Donny." She moaned slightly, feeling her cunt fill with juice, ready for the boy's finger.
Donny carefully touched the lips of her cunt, letting his finger slide through the wetness until it found the hole, the entrance he sought. It sure is wet, Mrs. Bowen," he said, watching his finger sink into the softness. "And it feels like it's sucking at my finger!" He giggled and thrust his finger in to the knuckle, digging against the pulsing walls. "Does that feel good?" he asked innocently, looking up at her.
"Oh, oh, yes, Donny. That feels wonderful-run your finger in and out, honey. Yes. Yes, that's it!" Marsha rammed her hips up against the probing finger, grinding her cunt against the boy's hand. Pussy juice began to flow copiously, spilling out of her slot. "Now, try to find the-the little nub of flesh at the front-yes-press it, darling! Ohhhh! Fuck me with your finger! OH, YES! GOD!" As Donny found her clitoris and began rubbing it briskly in unison with the thrust of his finger, Marsha felt an orgasm building in the pit of her stomach ... she looked at the boy's face, saw the delight and interest mirrored on it, looked down and saw his cock was hard again-and then her body exploded, wave after wave of frantic orgasm climaxing through her! Her hips bucked with the exploding force! Her pussy contracted and poured forth a soothing libation to her screaming nerves as she ripped through one of the most frantic orgasms of her life, impaled on a young boy's finger!
Donny watched the liquescent stuff flow out of Mrs. Bowen's cunt, his mouth open in amazement. "Golly-I didn't know women came like that!" he blurted out, licking his lips. He plunged his finger in and out a few more times, watching the walls of her dripping cunt expand and contract around it. "It's all sloshy and wet inside," he exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
Marsha writhed uncontrollably, feeling the last tremors of orgasm race through her pussy, bringing the release she so desperately craved. "Oh yes, darling... that's how it's supposed to be-all wet and sloshy!" She laughed wildly as she repeated his words, feeling a perverse pleasure in his innocence. She felt a sudden emptiness as his finger was withdrawn and she squirmed to a sitting position, disappointed.
"Don't stop now," she began, looking at him, pleading. And then she noticed that he had inserted his dripping finger in his mouth and was thoughtfully licking off her juices, smacking his lips.
"That tastes funny," -he giggled, sucking off her woman cream. "But real good!"
Marsha felt a pang of pure lust rage through her insides. Her voice trembling, trying to control her feelings, she asked, "Why don't you lick me off down there, sweetheart?"
"Gee, Mrs. Bowen," Donny replied doubtfully, looking at her cum-smeared pussy. "I dunno-is that uh, right?"
"Yes, yes of cpurse it is! Didn't I suck your cock? Go on! Suck my cunt!" Marsha was becoming impatient, her whole body yearning for the touch of her young lover's tongue.
"Well, okay-if you say so," Donny replied dubiously, taking a deep breath. "I'll lick you down there."
"Call it by the right name, Donny, Marsha said breathlessly. "Tell me what you're going to do to it-to my pussy!"
"I'm gonna lick your pussy, Mrs. Bowen. Yes, ma'am, I'm gonna suck your cunt!" Donny's voice became more enthusiastic as he stared at the flushed mass of her open gash before him. He stuck his head between her firm white thighs and sniffed at the rich musky odor. "Smells good," he mumbled, a drool of spittle running from his mouth. "Kinda like fresh fish!" He stuck out his tongue and took an experimental swipe at the raw meat.
At the touch of his rough tongue, Marsha's knees buckled as a pang of delight shot through her. "Ohhhhh! God! Suck my cunt! Baby, baby! Suck Mama dry!" she moaned, bringing her knees up so the whole of her pussy lay revealed.
Donny was slightly nonplussed-what exactly did you do with it? Did you just lick, or was there something else expected? Shrugging his shoulders mentally, he stuck his tongue out again and delivered a few fast swipes to the entire cunt area, licking from back to front. He tasted pussy juice for the first time-and found that he loved it! The idea of licking a woman's piss hole was disgusting, but the actuality was a real thrill! He felt his cock begin to harden again as the musky aroma assailed his nostrils and the salty tang of cunt juice touched his taste buds. Encouraged, he boldly plunged his whole face into the open gash and sucked the whole into his mouth, gulping and swallowing the copious juices noisily.
"Oh, yes! Yes! That's the way! Suck it in! Drink my juice! Stick your tongue in it! Ohhhhh...." Marsha groaned in lewd abandon, flinging her legs wide apart and grinding her hips upward, smashing herself against the boy's sucking mouth. "It feels like you're sucking my insides out!" she screamed, bucking her hips up and down, trying to drown his face in cunt.
Donny valiantly forged ahead, his face smeared with lubrication and spittle, his tongue lashing the older woman's cunt. He found the knob of erectile tissue she had pointed out to him earlier, and his teeth clamped down on it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue strummed it like a guitar string. At this move, Marsha Bowen really went wild, her body trembling and shaking as the first waves of orgasm hit her. A flood of juice welled inside her pulsing channel and flowed out, bathing Donny's face in a sticky river. He swallowed frantically, trying to catch his breath through the viscous fluid, and released his grip on her clitoris, searching with his tongue for the hole from which all this liquid was coming. He found it and thrust his tongue in as far as it would go, swirling it around as he licked the walls of the channel. He formed his tongue into a hard cone and stabbed it in and out like a miniature cock, his imagaination running wild. He was in an instinctive frenzy now, some inner source telling him exactly what to do with this cunt that was his, how to lash it until it poured forth its soothing libation into his parched mouth. He felt he was drowning in a sea of cunt juice ... he lapped eagerly, relishing each new sensation, drinking in the flood like a man dying of thirst.
"Cunt! Pussy!" he mumbled, half delirious with pleasure. His cock swelled and lengthened, rising from its nest of pubic hairs, aching to cool its hotness in the well of moisture his busy tongue was evoking. He hunched up on his knees, never losing his mouth grip, and humped wildly against the sofa cushions. "Cunt! Wanna fuck!" he moaned wildly, his mouth still sucking. "Get my cock, Mrs. Bowen! Jack it off! Do something! I'm going crazy! God!"
Marsha dimly heard his voice penetrate the fog of lust in her brain and she reached down, groping for his dick. She was riding the crest of a series of orgasms now, her body shuddering and shaking with the unbearable pleasure ripping through her. She became aware of the burning need to pleasure her young partner, to bring him with her to the heights of passion, and she swung her whole body around, landing over him, her cunt still mashed into his face, her hands reaching blindly for his cock.
"I'm going to suck you, too, Donny," she cried. "I want your cock in my mouth! Oh, darling! I want you to cum in my mouth!"
She found his leaping cock, straining upward, searching for some hole to bury itself in, and she fell upon it with open mouth and tearing hands. She felt her mouth fill with slobber as her lips met the head, then it slipped in ... all the way as she plunged her mouth to the root, the soft young hairs tickling her nose.
She gagged as the head scraped her palate, but quickly tensed her throat muscles, allowing the whole shaft to slide down her throat. Letting her lips cover her teeth to form a hard ridge, she began bobbing her head up and down the length of the young cock, using maximum pressure to pull out his sperm. She wanted it now ... she needed to have his jism pour down her throat and cool the raging in her stomach! Wildly she ground her hips into Donny's face, calling forth more effort from him, forcing his mouth to open wide and engulf the whole of her yearning cunt!
"Suck it, Donny! Eat my cum! It's all for you. Drink it!"
Donny was unable to say anything. His nose and mouth were completely covered with warm pulsating cunt which writhed and grasped at him like a live animal, crushing his face, choking his breath and pouring an endless supply of lubrication down his throat, threatening to choke him! Strangely, this only served to excite him more, and he swallowed with a will, all the time fucking his dick into Mrs. Bowen's mouth, which suckled and gnawed at his root as if she were starving. Suddenly he realized she was starving for his sperm! Somehow he sensed that as soon as he let loose his load, the body above him would convulse again and again in frantic orgasm, triggered by his cum!
"Okay, baby, he cried. "I'm gonna give it to you! I'm gonna come all over your face! Get ready to suck, baby, cause here it comes! Now! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Here it comes!" He smashed his hips upward in a final lunge and felt the cum roll from his balls, traveling the length of his prick to spurt, rope after rope of hot jism spattering into her eager, sucking mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
Marsha swallowed frantically and felt her own final cum begin in her cunt and engulf her entire body. Her hips slammed into the boy's face, her breasts flat against his stomach, her mouth glued to his spurting root, she fucked wildly into his mouth, her body shuddering and pounding with wave after wave of passion. His sperm filled her mouth and ran into her throat. She choked and gulped, gurgling in abandon. Finally she lay face down, covering his body, her mouth still holding the shrinking penis, her tongue tenderly lapping the aftermath of lust.
"Mrs. Bowen. Mrs. Bowen, hey-could you please move a little? You're smothering me!" A plaintive voice came from the region of her thighs. Marsha quickly rolled back and sat up, looking down at her young lover.
"Oh, Lord, Donny! I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked, filled with compunction, remembering the way she had ground her ample hips into the boy's face.
"Gosh, no, it was really great!" Donny grinned, his young face shiny with accumulated pussy juice. "But I just couldn't breathe for a minute! Wow, I don't know what to say! That was really far out! I never thought it would taste like that! You're really a fantastic lady!"
Marsha looked down at him with love, seeing the obvious admiration and gratitude on the boy's face. "It was great for me, too, Donny," she said softly. "You're quite an expert cunt lapper! Was that really your first time?" Despite their intimacy, Marsha felt embarrassed now that it was over and rational thought began to return.
God... he's so young, she thought, looking at the boy beside her, his ingenuous face covered with her secretions.
Donny wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. He was filled with a new feeling of pride-proud that he had turned this sexy woman into a screaming wanton, lusting for his touch, pride that he had made her spend her sexual fluids at the probing of his tongue. "Yes ma'am, it was. But it sure won't be the last!" he boasted, throwing out his chest. "I really made you cum good, didn't I? Gosh-I thought you'd never stop gushing!"
Marsha started slightly at the note of pride in the boy's voice, then shrugged. After all, it was the truth. She had never cum like that before! A flicker of doubt touched her, but surely he wouldn't tell anyone?
"Uh-Donny, um ... this will be our secret now, won't it? I mean, we can have a lot of fun together, but you can't tell anyone about us! They wouldn't understand."
"Oh, gosh no, I wouldn't tell anybody! I love you! I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to do!" Donny looked at his mistress appealingly, trying to look as young as possible. Nobody would believe it anyway, he thought. And I'm certainly not gonna mess up a good thing like this! God-imagine having a pussy all my own I can fuck anytime I want. The other guys'd die of envy! Jesus, anyone else is lucky just to get his hand in a chick's pants, and here I've got this sexy broad who sucks my cock like it's candy and lets me eat her out! I'd hafta be nuts to spill the beans!
"Oh, Donny, you're so sweet," Marsha said, his words balm to her pride. "I love you, too! You're my darling little boy lover!" She reached out and hugged his head to her breasts, rubbing the soft shoulder-length hair.
"Sure, Mrs. Bowen ... uh, do you think we can fuck now? I'd just love to put my cock in your pussy!" He grinned at her
"Are you ready so soon?" she asked, glancing down. His cock was semi-erect already, the energy of adolescence filling his shaft.
"Oh, yeah-anytime," he boasted, reaching down casually and running his hand along her belly. "I can get it up as much as you want!"
Marsha smiled, comparing his eagerness to her older lovers' needs for an hour of recuperation. His young cock may not be quite as big, but it sure was prepared!
And anyhow, Marsha thought, looking at the boy lovingly, I think it's much nicer looking, and it feels just as good! I'm so glad I decided to take this step! I don't care what happens ... I'm going to fuck young boys only from now on!
"Hey, do you think I could call you Marsha now?" Donny asked, squeezing one of her nipples gently. "Now that we're ... friends?"
"Call me anything you like," Marsha replied, not without a pang of loss-it had seemed so deliciously wicked calling her Mrs. Bowen as he pumped his cock into her ravening mouth!
"Okay, Marsha, let's fuck!" Donny scrambled up and stood before her, hands on his hips, his cock pointing straight at her.
"Where? Here?" Marsha looked around her disordered living room, her body beginning to churn. "Wouldn't you like to go...."
"Here's fine," Donny muttered, pulling her off the couch, pressing her down on the floor. "Grab a pillow for your head, 'cause I'm gonna bang you silly!"
Chapter Three
Marsha Bowen lay on her back in the middle of her living room floor, her head resting on a cushion from the couch, her legs spread wide. Her magnificent body was totally nude, her massive breasts sagging slightly to the sides, her heavy hips lifted in readiness. She raised her hands to her chest and grasped her tits, holding them in her cupped hands, offering them to the boy who kneeled before her, his eyes feasting on her lush nakedness, one hand gently stroking his rigid dick.
"Fuck me good, darling," the woman whispered, rolling her head from side to side. "Put it in there nice and slow. Let me feel it go all the way inside. I'm ready for you, sweetheart. I'm all wet down there. My cunt wants you inside. Look how wet it is, waiting for you. Go on! Touch me! Put it in!"
Donny knelt between her marble-white thighs and looked at her oozing cunt, which pulsed with a life of its own. The lips seemed to open and close like a beckoning mouth, calling him to plunge his cock into her moist depths. He licked his lips to relieve their dryness and swallowed, his mouth growing dry with excitement. He held back, savoring the intense anticipation of dipping his rod into the meaty opening before him for the first time. Then, with a groan, he brought the trembling head of his dick right to the slot.
"Hold on, Mrs. B-Marsha. I'm gonna fuck you good! I want you to feel it." He drew a sobbing breath, then slid his cock into the warm hole, sinking, sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the bottomless pit until his balls slapped against the bottom of her ass.
All the way in, he drew back and looked at her flushed face. "Is that the way? Does it feel good? Does my cock feel good in your cunt?" He drew his hips back slightly and rammed them forward, hard, enjoying the contraction of her ass and the gasp of pleasure from her mouth.
"Oh, God, Donny, fuck me! Don't wait! Give it to me!" she cried, trying to force him to ream her out. Her hips moved uneasily from side to side, anxious to begin the driving rhythm of sex.
Donny let her have a few more short strokes, and, as he sensed she was really ready now, began to pump in earnest. He knew that he would cum too quickly if he were not careful, as a young man has a hair trigger orgasm, and he wanted to have her writhing and screaming under him when he poured out his juice.
He let his cock relax slightly, building up strength for this encounter, enjoying the feel of her muscles grabbing at his rigid staff like tiny fingers, seeking to draw forth his juices. He rose on his knees and stroked into the mushy cunt, feeling the juice again begin to form inside her canal, driving in and out, pushing toward the entrance to her womb. The sensation was indescribable-he had never felt so totally involved in anything before. His whole body shook as he pumped into her, his head was spinning with excitement, lustful images floating before his crazed eyes. He looked down and saw her body, glistening with the sweat of lust, her stomach rippling under his onslaught, her breasts rolling from side to side, their dark nipples turgid with desire. He bent forward, and, with a moan of excitement, grasped one of the bouncing tits with his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, and was rewarded by a renewed vigor in the thrusting hips beneath him.
"Ahhhhh, S-s-suck it, baby! Oh, God! I'm going insane! Fuck meeeeee! It's so big! I can feel it! Oh yes! Give it to me!" Marsha writhed from side to side, her hips grinding crazily against his pounding meat, shoving her breast into his mouth, begging for more! She could see in her mind the lewd picture they made-a woman of forty being fucked mercilessly by a young boy, crying for more! For a moment shame filtered through her mind, but it was completely overcome by the need of her body, the need to be filled with cock, to feel his sweet cum lave her tortured insides. She clamped her legs behind his ass and ground her hips furiously, determined to make this a fuck to remember!
"Fuck me harder!" she demanded. "I've got to cum! I want more! More cock! Give it to me! Pound your meat into my snatch! Oh! Oh! Oh, holy shit! I can feel it! Oh, yes ... I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Cunt! More!" A scream built up in her throat, and ripped from her slavering mouth, rending the air. Grunts and groans, the slap of sweaty flesh on flesh, the sucking sounds of Donny's mouth, the wet gurgle of her cunt filled the air.
"I'm gonna cum soon!" Donny warned, his balls tightening with the need to spill his load. His breathing was ragged as he moved steadily forward, approaching his orgasm. His fingers dug cruelly into her soft tits as he drew in great shuddering gasps of air. His hips seemed to pause, then jerked in a series of quick sharp thrusts. He felt the cum boil in his groin and shoot through his prick, spurting wildly from his jumping cockhead. With one last thrust, he buried himself completely in her heaving hot gash, his mouth falling onto his mistress, slobbering into her mouth, sucking her tongue frantically as his boyish balls gave up their load of hot jism.
Marsha felt her young lover's prick begin to spurt, and she slammed her hips upward, drawing him deeper into her, forcing his cock to the very entrance of her womb. Her inner walls pulsed madly with the thrill of cumming as she cried out in lewd abandon.
"Fill me up! Cum all over me! I want your cum! Oh, God! Give me your cum! I'm cumming! Oh it's so good! Good fucking!" She threw her hips up as far as she could and convulsed madly, her pussy pouring forth her own cum to mingle with the shooting sperm from Donny's cock.
Donny slumped forward, drained. His cock still soaked in the wet warmth of Marsha's cunt, and he could feel the tremors of orgasm fluttering in her inner chasm.
"Ohhhhh! Just lie there for a minute, honey. Let it soak in there. It feels so good, I don't want to let it go," Marsha mumbled, her legs imprisoning his shrinking cock. Finally it fell from the lips of her cunt with a slight plop, and Donny rolled over on his back, complete contentment on his young features.
She looked at him fondly. He looked like a little boy on Christmas morning, ecstatic wonder and joy written plain on his face. His cock dangled limply by his legs, a trail of drying sperm glistening against his tanned skin.
"Wow! That was beautiful!" he sighed, opening his eyes and smiling at her. "You sure can give a guy a good time, Mrs. B ... Marsha! Can we do this a lot?"
"As much as possible, Donny," murmured Marsha, beginning to come to her senses. God, Jo Anne would be home soon, she thought, gazing around the room in shock. I wonder what time it is.... She rose on shaking legs and peered at the clock-10:30! "You have to leave now, honey," she said nervously, picking up her scattered clothing. "My daughter will be home soon." She looked down at the bronzed body that had given her so much pleasure and willed him to get up quickly and leave. If anyone ever found out! She groaned faintly at the horrible thought.
Donny stirred sluggishly. All he wanted to do was lie there forever, drifting in a sensuous haze, watching the exciting body' of his older mistress.
"Aw... okay, I'm hurrying," he muttered peevishly, forcing himself to get up. "Where're my jeans. Boy, we just threw everything aside, didn't we?" He grinned hugely, good humor restored at the memory of his hesitation in coming here. "I'm sure glad you invited me over. And to think! I thought you really just wanted to talk! Wow! Nobody would ever believe this!" He pulled his jeans up and buckled them around his slim hips.
"No body, NOBODY must ever know!" Marsha said sharply, glancing at him worriedly. "I'll fuck you anytime, but no one must know! Do you understand? No one!" She was becoming frantic, frantic with the fear of discovery. There were words for people who seduced young boys-ugly words which had no part in the ecstatic release she had felt!
"Heck! I won't tell!" he promised. "When are we gonna screw again? Can I come over tomorrow?" he looked at her eagerly, already envisioning another bout of fucking. , "No, I mean yes.... God, I don't know! I'll call you! You've got to get out of here. Jo Anne will be home soon!" Marsha handed the boy his shirt and almost pushed him toward the door. The complications of her new affair were beginning to overwhelm her, and her only coherent thought was to get him out and get the room cleaned up before anyone saw it. "God! I must be a mess!" She ran her hands through her hair with one hand, leading Donny out with the other.
"You're beautiful!" Donny said enthusiastically, and Marsha's heart melted agian. "Can I kiss you good night?"
Marsha moulded her body against his and drew his head to hers. "Thank you, darling, it was wonderful. I'll call you tomorrow," she murmured, her lips meeting his in a deep kiss. Donny strained her body to him eagerly, mashing her breasts against his young chest, and Marsha felt his penis begin to harden again against his her.
"Oh, I wish I could stay," Donny breathed rapturously. "I'd like to fuck you all night!"
"Me, too, but you have to go now." Firmly, Marsha disengaged herself, feeling the treacherous warmth in her stomach. "Good night. I'll call you."
"I love you!" called Donny as the door closed. "Wow! What a night! No one would ever-boy! Am I ever lucky!" he smiled jauntily and walked off whistling, already planning the events of the next night.
Marsha slumped against the door, Donny's last words echoing in her ears. He loved her! And he probably really did, for she was the first to initiate him into the joys of sex. She smiled, recalling the gratitude and adoration on his face as he poured his sperm into her willing receptacle. His expression was balm to her soul, which had been wounded so often by her lovers. Never before had anyone offered her this trusting admiration, this dawning wonder at the pleasure she could bestow. Her body felt drained and exhausted, but satisfaction flowed in every part of her being for the first time in years.
"Thank you, Donny," she whispered. "Thank you for making me feel wanted again!" She turned slowly and made her way to the disordered living room, seeing in her mind an endless vista of adoring young lovers, eager for her sexual ministrations. She straightened her shoulders, feeling more vital and attractive than she could remember. She could hardly wait for the next visit from her virile boy lover!
Chapter Four
Marsha looked at her watch nervously and sighed. Only a few more hours ... but wait! This was Friday, and Donny had told her he wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Oh shit, she thought. I haven't seen him for three days now! I don't know... her thoughts trailed off as she paced the room, frustration making her nervous as a cat. Any way-he's been getting out of hand lately-coming over when I haven't called for him-pushing me around! I don't go for that crap! That's why I seduced him in the first place ... to have a complaisant lover! She remembered how he had been in the beginning of their affair, warm and trusting, eager to do anything she wanted. But now, his young manhood was beginning to assert itself. Maybe, she considered, he's getting tired of me! Maybe he's found a young chick who'll fuck him! Oh, God! I want him now! I can't wait until Monday to be screwed. I need it now! She walked back and forth, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. So far, she had been very lucky with the affair. No one had suspected a thing, and Donny had shown up regularly to fuck her into oblivion with his tender young dick. Marsha was now ready to throw caution to the winds. She wanted to get fucked in the worst way! Angrily, she strode over to the phone and dialed Donny's number.
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson? Is Donny home? This is Jo Anne's mother. I need to talk to him." Her breathing was jerky as she forced herself to remain calm. "Well, call him! Yes, I know studying is important, but this is an emergency! I have to speak to him!" She drummed her fingers impatiently on the table. "Hello ... Donny? Is anybody listening? I have to see you, darling! Right now! What do you mean you can't! I said I have to see you! I need you," she wailed into the phone, oblivious to the fact that anyone could pick up the extension. Donny's voice came faintly to her ears, mumbling excuses-study, exams....
"Don't tell me that! You've got another girl! You get over here right now!" she screamed, her control breaking.
"I can't, Mrs. Bowen, really, I can't! My mom's making me stay in all weekend! Please! I'll try to get by tomorrow!" The young voice pleaded with her, and finally Marsha admitted defeat and hung up. Slumped in her chair, she cried softly, almost in despair. Finally, the ringing of the doorbell penetrated the fog of sadness, and she stumbled to the door, wondering who on earth that could be. Little prick, she thought viciously. He's getting awful high and mighty. Oh, Lord! What am I going to do? She opened the door abruptly.
"Paper boy, Mrs. Bowen! You owe four dollars," the boy began.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on in, I'll get it," Marsha said abstractedly, motioning the boy inside. "How much did you say?" She turned and looked at him closely for the first time.
Billy smiled at the tall woman in front of him. He was quite used to seeing the housewives on his route dressed casually, but this one! His lips formed a soundless whistle as his eyes swept her voluptuous form, clad only in a sheer black robe. "F-four dollars, ma'am," he stuttered, narrowing his eyes, hoping to get a glimpse of her tits again as she bent over. Oh, please, lady, please bend over, he prayed, keeping his eyes glued on the front of her robe. Billy was thirteen years old, and the sight of a woman's breasts excited him immensely. He was always spying on his mother and sisters, hoping wildly to see their bosoms, but he had only caught a few stray glimpses so far.
Marsha returned with the money and bent over to hand it to him when she noticed the glassy intensity of his gaze. Glancing down, she saw that her robe was unfastened, allowing the top slope of her big breasts to fall out, revealed to the little boy's eyes. Oh-ho, she thought to herself, excitement beginning to stir in her loins at his lustful gaze. Maybe he'd like to see a little more. Casually, she loosened her sash, letting the neckline gape open, exposing for an instant the full glory of her ripe bosom. She heard the boy gulp audibly as his eyes were filled with the sight of her breasts, and, looking down, she noticed that he had slipped his hand into his pocket alongside the small bulge in his pants.
"Here's the money, sugar," she said teasingly, handing it to him. "It must be real hot out there today. How would you like a glass of milk before you go?"
"Yes'm, I'd love it," Biljy answered in a rush. Golly, he thought, this is really something! Maybe she'll let her robe slip again! Breathing deeply, his little hand busily rubbing his boyish prick through his pocket, he followed the statuesque beauty into the kitchen, eyes fixed on the sway of her firm ass.
Marsha watched the boy carefully as he gulped his milk, her panties already sopping wet with anticipation. I'll just tease him a little, she promised herself. Just get myself good and horny and jerk off.
She closed her eyes, swaying slightly at the lustful thought. If only I could see his little prick ... God, I'd like to see it! An idea lit in her fevered mind, and before she could consider the consequences she burst out, "How would you like to take a quick shower? You look awful warm ... Maybe you're getting sunstroke or something."
Billy looked at the older woman in surprise. She was acting kind of funny, breathing heavily and propping herself against the table.
Maybe she's crazy ... aw, she's probably drunk! Billy thought with all the wisdom of his years. Anyhow, what can it hurt. I'd like a shower, and maybe I can see her tits some more!
"Sure!" he replied, setting down his glass of milk, running his tongue over his pink lip to remove the white milk moustache.
At the sight of the greedy young tongue, Marsha was lost, beyond caring. "Follow me," she said curtly, leading him to the upstairs bath. "Just help yourself. There're the towels. If you need anything, call me." And she was gone, leaving the boy alone in the large bath.
Funny lady, Billy mused, shucking his clothes rapidly. Who cares? He looked down at his slender young body, giggling as he saw his prick bob free, pointing at the ceiling. He ran his hand up and down the miniature root, jacking it a few strokes, envisioning the sexy body of the lady downstairs, then stuck his head into the shower, adjusting the water to a warm stream and stepping in. This would give him something to jerk off over for weeks to come, and he promised himself that he'd give it his full attention tonight. It was quite rare for him to have a real-life object for his masturbatory fantasies, and he was going to enjoy this one to the hilt. Whistling cheerfully, he stood under the water blissfully soaping himself.
Marsha quietly crept back to the bathroom. Good, he was in the shower now. She peered around the open door and saw that she could clearly see his young form through the glass door. Breathing rapidly, trying to be as quiet as possible, she positioned herself against the wall, where she could see plainly and still get out quickly when the water shut off. Holding her breath, she narrowed her eyes against the steam and gazed lewdly at the boyish body, taking in the details of his slender hips and narrow waist, letting her eyes caress the firmness of his tanned thighs. Almost unwillingly, she let her vision rest on the thing which drew her like a magnet-his curving young prick! It jutted from his lower belly, a full five inches in length, sloping gracefully from the root to the gently bobbing head. She watched avidly as the boy soaped himself slowly, and her eyes widened as he carefully drew his fingers over the protuberance, running his fist up and down.
"Oh, God," she whispered. "He's beating off! Oh, how beautiful!" Slowly, her own hand crept under her robe, inching up her legs until it found the seat of her desire. Her middle finger impatiently pulled the wet nylon panties aside, seeking her moist hole. "Ohhhh, lovely little boy," she mumbled, sinking her hand into her cunt. "Pull your pud. Jack off for me, sugar, let it come all over the shower. Feel it, baby, beat your meat for mama!" Lost in the red fog which accompanied her passion, Marsha slumped back against the wall, fingering her wet pussy, her eyes glued on the boy in the shower. She thrust another finger into her hole and drew them in and out, imagining his young cock buried hard in her snatch. Her pussy oozed more and more moisture, sliming her hand with sticky juice, and soft squishing sounds filled the steamy air.
Billy continued his shower, oblivious to the voyeur outside. His hands were slippery with soap as he ran them over his hard young body, carefully soaping his dick and balls. With a will of its own, one hand rubbed up and down his rising cock, sending lustful twinges through his veins. He threw his head back under the water, enjoying the cool splashing against his hot cheeks, opening his mouth to let the water enter his mouth and wet his dry tongue. He was reveling in the cooling spray, one hand busily engaged in beating his meat, when suddenly he got soap in his eyes. "Oh, darn!" he muttered, groping blindly for a towel, reaching outside. When he couldn't locate one, he stuck his whole head outside the shower door. Through the eye that wasn't stinging with soapsuds, he saw an incredible sight-the lady of the house was slumped against the wall, her robe high around her hips, one hand buried deep in her hairy snatch, staring at him in absolute horror.
His mouth dropped open in amazement. The two stared at each other for a full minute, her face a mask of guilt and terror, his a study in surprise.
Marsha was completely dumbfounded. She had been lost in pre-orgasmatic bliss, her hand sending her into delirium, her eyes fixed on the sight of the young boy jerking off in her shower, when suddenly his hand had emerged, followed by his head! Too stunned to do anything, she remained where she was, terrible visions of being hauled off to jail entering her mind. The tremors of her passion were stilled, completely doused by the icy shock of discovery, but her hand still feebly moved in her pussy, unwilling to admit this shameful exposure. Oh God! It's a dream ... a nightmare! Marsha thought, wondering what she could possibly say or do. The boy was staring at her with open mouth, obviously stunned. Maybe he's horrified. He'll run screaming into the street. Her imagination boggled at the thought of what he would do.
But Donny wasn't staring with horror or disgust-quite the contrary! He was hypnotized by his first sight of a grown woman's pussy! He stared wildly, burning the image of cunt on his retinas. His inexperienced eyes lit on the curling brown bush which grew in a neat triangle, drifting down the sides of her white thighs in an obscene contrast, making the whiteness even more pale. He noticed in delight that her fingers were deep in the dripping maw, holding the lips wide apart and exposing the flushed interior to his gaze.
"Oh wow," he breathed, his hand falling involuntarily to his cock again, squeezing the tip.
"Cunt! That's a real live cunt! Wow____" He stepped out of the shower, forgetting the soap burning in his eyes, forgetting his former hesitation to have anything to do with this crazy lady, forgetting everything at the glorious vision of his first cunt. All he wanted, all he could imagine, was to get nearer, to look closely into this thing he had only seen in pictures.
Marsha backed up at his approach, dropping her hands and letting the robe cover her. The spell was broken. Billy stood in the middle of the floor shaking his head in a puzzled fashion. Suddenly, he realized that he could get in trouble over this. After all, he was standing in a strange lady's bathroom stark naked, looking at her bare pussy, and who would believe that she had been diddling herself? Nobody, he told himself, putting his hands behind his back like a small boy caught in mischief. I'm gonna get it now! I'll probably be sent away to a home for perverts! He gulped in terror, for he was from a very strict family who viewed any form of nakedness as a sin.
"Uh, gosh, I'm sorry ... can I go? Gosh I'm sorry! I didn't mean-" he stuttered, looking wildly around for his clothes. Maybe I can just grab them and run, he thought. I've gotta get out of here before she calls the cops ... or my mom and dad!
Marsha's own fear retreated as she noticed the boy's obvious terror. She could plainly see that this boy wasn't about to tell anybody anything. He was scared he'd get the blame! She felt her insides relax, and the lustful thoughts her terror had driven away began to return. He's so cute standing there, all scared that I'm going to punish him! she thought, a smile curving her full lips. Since I've gone this far, I may as well have some fun. She walked over to the boy and put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Billy," she said softly. "There isn't anything wrong with sex. Why, it's the most beautiful thing in the world! I bet this is the first time you've ever seen a lady's pussy hole, isn't it?" At Billy's miserable nod, she continued, "Well, I'm sure you'll see many, many more. You're quite a handsome boy, you know, and I'm sure there'll be dozens of girls who'll give themselves to you. You're a little man now, yes, you're quite well developed for your age! You're definitely ready to be shown about sex. I can't think why no one has thought to educate you!" Speaking firmly and gently, Marsha tried to make the episode seem the most natural thing in the world to have happened. "I'd be happy for you to look at my pussy dear. I'd be proud for it to be the first one for you. You needn't be shy with me. Wouldn't you like to look at my pussy again?"
Billy nodded, his eyes downcast. Things were moving a little fast for him. The events of the last half hour blurred together in his mind. He couldn't imagine why this lovely lady was taking the time to talk so nicely to him, especially after the awful way he had stared at her! As to why she had been in the bathroom exposed to his view in the first place, he had no inkling. He must have misunderstood what she was doing! At any rate, she didn't seem to be angry. In fact, she was offering to show him that exciting opening again, offering to be his teacher.
Billy raised his eyes firmly, and with only a faint break in his voice said," Oh, yes, Ma'am. I surely would. I'd love to see your thing again!"
"Let's go into my bedroom where we can be more comfortable," Marsha replied breathlessly, her heart starting to pound in excitement. She led the boy to her wide bed and seated him at one side. "Now I'm going to take my robe off, Billy, so you can see me clearly." Suiting actions to words, Marsha slowly let her black robe open and fall to the floor. Kicking it aside, she walked in front of the boy, turning slowly so he could see her charms. She raised her arms so that her breasts stood out in full globes, then ran her hands over them caressingly, making the two nipples pop up like miniature cocks.
Billy stared at her. He had never in his wildest dreams conjured up anything like this. This full figured woman stood before him, exhibiting herself to his eyes alone! He let his eyes rest on the curve of her tits, aching to bury his head there and suckle like a baby. "Oh, Mrs. Bowen ... your breasts!" he said, feeling his pecker stand at rigid attention. The woman was now running her hands down her sides, fondling her fulsom hips, turning slightly so that he could see the luscious curve of her ass as her fingers disappeared into the crack. "Your skin looks so soft," he said, hypnotized.
"Now watch, Billy, I'm going to open my pussy for you." Marsha said, her chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths. Her fingers twined in the rich curls of her pubic hair, stroking it nervously. She could feel moisture beginning to ooze from the tightly closed lips of her cunt as the thrill of this lewd exhibition came to her. She felt that this was what she had always lived for, to show her body to a young boy who had never seen a woman before, to introduce him to the beauties of the female animal. Slowly she rotated her pelvis, stroking herself languorously.
"I'm going to sit on the bed, dear, so that you can see my cunt," she breathed, scarcely knowing what she was saying. She lay back, lifting and spreading her legs so that the whole of her cunt opened to Billy's gaze. "Look at it, darling, this is my cunt!" She stroked her finger lovingly up and down the dripping gash. "These are the lips," she pointed out the rosy petals. "They are kind of like the outer door, and this is the clitoris . ".that's like a woman's cock, dear." She rubbed the tip of her finger gently on the side of the nubbin of flesh. "And her... this hole is the entrance to my womb. This is where you put your little cock." She sank her finger into the open hole and withdrew it slowly, twitching with the pleasure her finger evoked. "Do you see how wet it is? That's how you know a woman's ready for sex. When she wants a cock buried in her, her cunt gets wet and drips like this, to make it nice and easy for the cock to slip in." Marsha shivered at the sound of her hoarse voice whispering the words of sex, and her already moist twat pulsed steadily, sending forth a new flood of love juice. "Now, Billy, why don't you show me what you've learned. Go on, point out the different parts of my pussy. Don't be afraid, dear, it won't bite you!"
She laughed throatily, her tone catching in her throat. She was lost now, lost to the obscenity of her seduction, lost to the moral values of society which called this evil. She craved the touch of the thirteen year old's finger with her inner being. Only his young finger could still the torment of lust in her aching hot cunt.
Billy slid forward on the bed, avidly watching his instructress' probing finger. "I'll try, now," he said confidently. "That's your ... cunt ... and the lips are like a door."
"Touch them, Billy, go on ... touch it!" Marsha groaned, turning her head from side to side. She held her breath as the boy reached out a cautious finger and brushed the fleshy lips of her cunt. "Don't be so shy. It won't hurt me! Feel it!" she rasped.
Billy boldly stroked the quivering flanges of Mrs. Bowen's open cunt, enjoying the way they quivered and fluttered with a life of their own. "Oh, gosh, it's so soft!" he marveled. "And I see your... uh, what did you say it was called?" He curiously touched the tiny nubbin of flesh inside the fat lips. It jumped at his touch, rising slightly and throbbing.
"Ohh! Uhhh, the clitoris ... oh, yes ... rub it a little, darling, there on the side. Ahhh, yes! That's it! Tickle it good. It makes me all hot for you, darling!" the older woman raved. "Now run your finger down to the hole. Find my cunthole, dear, run your finger in and out, just like you were fucking me!" As Billy complied with her instructions, sinking his middle finger into her oozing hole, Marsha thrust her hips upward, causing his finger to plunge to its knuckle.
"Wow! It's really wet! That means you're horny, huh? You must really be horny; it's so wet my hand's all squishy!" Billy enthusiastically rammed his finger into the mushy hole, wondering how it would feel surrounding his cock. He looked down at his crotch, observing that his peter was raring to go, fully engorged and throbbing, a drop of clear liquid lubricating the head.
Golly, I sure hope she lets me put it in there, Billy thought. I'd really dig fucking her. Her hole is so warm and squishy. Bet it would really feel fantastic on my pecker! He ran his finger in and out of the clutching hole, drawing back in fear as the woman suddenly convulsed, clamping her thighs around his hand and bouncing wildly on his finger. Oh, no! She's having a fit or something! I knew she was nuts! I've probably killed her! Billy tried desperately to free his finger, only to find it firmly entrenched in the throbbing mass of flesh. "Are you okay, Mrs. Bowen!" he shouted.
"Oh ... uh ... aggghhhh!" Marsha grunted, her orgasm whipping through her. "Yes, I'm fine... don't move your hand ... I'm cummingggg! Pump it harder, boy! Come one!" She ground her hips frantically, then slumped as her release hit her.
"Oh, that was good, darling," she whispered, a trail of spittle running from the., side of her mouth. "Don't be scared; that's what happens when I cum." She smiled at the boy reassuringly and drew him down beside her. "Now, why don't you lie on top of me and put your dickie where your finger was? Wouldn't you like to do that?"
"Oh, shit yes!" the boy said fervently. He scrambled hastily atop the supine figure, hurrying lest she change her mind. "Where is it?"
Marsha reached under and grasped the boy's cock, guiding it to her hole. "Just put it in there dear," she whispered, "and rub it back and forth like you did your finger."
Billy was in heaven. His chest mashed into the two biggest, softest boobs he'd ever seen, his lean young hips pillowed on a pair of hips as soft as pillows, his virgin cock sliding into a dark, wet cavern that promised immeasurable delights. As his dick broached the hole and slid home he groaned in ecstasy, then, with an instinctive shove, buried his shaft to the balls. "Oh, Mrs. Bowen!" he moaned. "I've never felt like this! I feel like I'm gonna explode! My insides are all mushy! Ohhhh!"
Marsha clamped the muscles of her cunt tight around the boy's immature pecker and began to move her hips easily. She knew he'd probably cum in a very few strokes, but she didn't care. The thought of having his virgin cum hit her womb was enough to insure her ecstasy! Run it in and out," she crooned. "Rub it against the walls of my cunt. Let me have your sperm, dear. Shoot it hard. I want you to cum in me, darling. My darling little cock. Darling little boy ... child. She moved her hips again, bringing his cock in even deeper, and rotated her ass so it scraped the sides of her aching channel.
"Is this right?" Billy panted, jerking back and forth, his hips automatically assuming the age-old motions of intercourse. "Ohhh I feel so funny! My head's spinning! Ohhh! I can't see! I'm gonna cum! Oh, Mrs. Bowen, here it comes!" The boy suddenly pounded frantically into the waiting cunt, his sweet young body trembling uncontrollably as he poured his first load into a pussy! As Marsha felt the first gobbets hit her channel, she too convulsed, her body grinding furiously as her pussy poured forth the juice of its own cum! "Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cum so fast," Billy said.
"That's all right, dear, I want you to. Young boys always cum like that. I'll teach you how to control it later. But for now, it's enough," Marsha murmured, lying back, her tormented cunt still grasping the boy's pecker, drawing out every trace of sperm.
"Did I do it right, Mrs. Bowen?" Billy asked anxiously. He didn't know much about sex, but he did know that women liked to be fucked for a long time before the man spurted. He had heard his parents screwing often enough to know that. He could often hear his mother imploring his father not to cum so fast. And here he'd cum in about five strokes! He hoped Mrs. Bowen wasn't mad at him. He wanted to make her as happy as she'd made him. "I'll do better next time" he promised resolutely.
"Don't worry about it, I said," Marsha said sharply. The pleasure of her orgasm was fading slightly and she began to wonder what she had done. God ... practically raped a virgin! her inner voice exulted. This is even better than Donny. He had a little experience! This time you're really robbing the cradle. The boy's only thirteen! You may as well go ahead now, go on suck his little pecker! Get him to put his sweet face in your smelly old cunt and eat you out! You love it, you know you do! Marsha moaned to herself as the voice taunted her, exposing her pleasures for the obscenity they were. But it's so good, being loved and wanted like this. I can't live without it! I have to have a young cock. She sat up, her firm tits swaying, the sex flush still reddening her chest.
"You aren't pissed off, are you?" Billy repeated, eyeing her worriedly. Women were really strange, he thought. One minute she's screaming and yelling she loves me, now she's looking at me like she hates me. "I'm sorry ... really I am! You wanna try it again?" The young boy looked at her pleadingly, hoping he hadn't blown the whole thing by cumming too fast. He wanted to get inside that wonderful hole again and show her what he could do.
"I'm not mad, darling. Heavens no! You were wonderful," Marsha assured the boy. "But why don't we try something different this time. Let me show you another way we can make love." Without further preliminaries she swung around so that her head was even with his hips, her mouth near his little pecker. "I'm going to-what's the expression you young people use?-Give you head, dearest. And I want you to kiss me down there, too. I want you to lick my cunt while I blow your dick."
She reached out and grasped his cock firmly, reveling in the feel of it. So young, so tender and sweet, she thought deliriously, lapping delicately at the ivory shaft. She tasted the mixture of his cum with hers, sticky on the shaft, and she nuzzled lovingly at the root of his cock, cleaning his hairless balls with her tongue, lifting them carefully and rolling them with her tongue.
At the touch of her wet tongue on his cock, Billy felt a pang of pure pleasure hit his guts, and the limpness of his spent dick immediately became rigid again with the resilience of youth. Wow, that's really something, he thought feverishly. She's licking all along my cock like a kitten ... her tongue feels all scratchy! This is a million times better than jacking off! I'm never gonna do that again now that I know what it's really like!
Marsha raised her head from her ministrations. "Go on, lick my cunt, Billy. Just lick it back and forth and suck it a little."
Billy turned his attention to the swampy object by his face. It was very red and very wet, a strong odor of mingled cum rising from it to assail his nose. His nostrils twitched at the smell. He didn't know if he wanted to stick his face in that or not. It looked really strange close up like this. It filled .his whole line of vision, pulsing faintly like it was alive. "Gee, Mrs. Bowen ... I dunno," he said doubtfully.
"Go on and lick it, Bill," Marsha commanded, "or I won't suck you off!" She drew back, knowing she couldn't carry out the threat even if he refused. She wanted to suck his cock in the worst way!
"Well ... okay," Billy said, willing to undergo torture to get her mouth back on his dick. Bravely, he put his face next to the waiting gash, closing his eyes and holding his breath, as if he prepared to dive into an unknown pool. He stuck out his tongue and licked, meeting only air, then thrust his mouth even closer and swabbed the entire area, pretending he was licking an ice cream cone. To his surprise, it wasn't unpleasant at all. The moist surface gave to the touch and felt delightfully warm. He unblocked his nose and sniffed cautiously. The sharp salty tang was no longer disgusting. He licked again, encouraged, and tasted the juicy cunt. It wasn't half bad. He slid his hands under the woman's hips to get a firm grip and lowered his head again, sucking in. A gob of mingled sperm and pussy juice slid down his throat, moistening it nicely. He ran his tongue into the tight hole, feeling the tiny muscles which had so eagerly milked his cock spring into action, pulling at his tongue. He decided then and there that eating pussy was a great occupation, and he would be happy to spend his life doing it.
"That's it!" called Mrs. Bowen. "Suck it out, dear! Just keep sucking and I'll cum all over your face! Stick your tongue in! That's great!" She dropped her mouth onto his childish prick and slurped the entire length into her gullet, swirling her tongue around the engorged head.
Billy groaned loudly through the mushy cunt which filled his mouth. He could feel her wet mouth engulfing his prick. He could almost see her full lips straining to admit him and closing firmly on his shaft, rubbing against the pulsing veins, sucking and gurgling as they crawled up and down the length of his root. He gulped a new mouthful of pussy fluid and bucked his lithe hips into the encircling rubbery lips. He felt like his entire body was being stroked to orgasm by a thousand fiery hands as he plunged his untrained tongue into the swampy depths, reveling in his first taste of cunt cum as his dick was sucked off expertly.
Marsha speeded up the tempo of her sucking mouth as she felt the young body begin to tremble with the familiar signs of orgasm. She hoped she could bring herself off at the same time in his mouth so they could have the pleasure of a mutual orgasm, and she shifted her hips slightly so his teeth would brush over her clitoris. But Billy had already figured this out. He remembered her telling him about the slippery nubbin and its similarity to a man's cock, so he searched for it and found it, hiding in its sheath. His teeth carefully nipped at the elusive knob, sucking it from its hiding place. He was rewarded by the spasm that ran through Marsha's body, causing her to lunge forward onto his prick, slurping wildly. Hot Dog! There she goes! he exulted, proud of causing this commotion. She's cumming now. Boy, does she gush! He swallowed eagerly, then frantically as the copious fluids ran down his throat, at the same time feeling his balls tighten and gather, preparatory to shooting his load.
"I'm gonna cum!" he gurgled, half choked with the lubrication from her cunt. "I'm gonna shoot my wad! Down your throat! Here it comes! Ohhh SHIT! FUCK! CUM! Aaaaggghhh!" The foul words burst from his mouth as he rode out his first blow-job, stabbing frantically into her soft throat, spewing forth gobs of white sperm. Marsha gulped and swallowed, determined not to lose a drop of the delicious boy fluid she had worked for. She felt the convulsive shudders of her own orgasm peak and wane in her body, leaving behind a delectable languor. She stretched luxuriously, the perverse desires of her cunt satisfied for the time being, her mind at peace.
Billy lay back on the bed, his face glistening with woman cum, his little pecker lying limply to one side. "Oh, wow," he said softly, staring into space. "Gee! Far out...wow!" He was satiated, replete with sex, confident that he was really a man now. He had reamed out a beautiful pussy, then had his cock blown by a beautiful lady while he ate her pussy! He was convinced that life could hold no more thrills to compare with this, his first sexual experience. Gratitude filled his mind, gratitude for the wonderful woman who had initiated him. "Thank you, Mrs. Bowen. Really, thank you so very, very much. It was just fantastic!"
Marsha smiled at him tenderly. "Thank you, dear," she said softly. "You're a wonderful little man ... a wonderful lover. I hope to see much more of you."
Billy rolled over and looked at his goddess. She was propped up on one side, her luscious tits hanging down, her curly brown bush matted and wet with his slobber and her cum. "You mean it? You wanna do it again sometime? Oh, Wow! Any time! Wow!" He beamed at her, admiration plain on his face.
Of course, dear. There are many things we can teach each other. Many things we can do! You're so young, and we have a long time before us!" Marsha thought to herself that it would be several years before Billy would leave her for a young girl, several years before he would become demanding and pushy. In the meantime they could have a lovely time!
Billy was wondering what he could possibly teach this experienced woman, but he didn't really care. The thought that he could have her again and again almost overwhelmed him, filling his brain with lustful pictures of everything connected with sex! He couldn't think of what else they could do, but he'd be happy to do the same things over and over again he couldn't imagine how anything could be any better!
"I guess I'd better be going," Billy said reluctantly. "I gotta collect my paper money tonight. I wish I could stay here forever."
"Yes, I guess it is getting late," Marsha said, looking at the alarm clock by the bed. "Gracious! Four o'clock! My daughter'll be home from school soon!" She sat up, looking around. This was cutting it close-too close! She'd have to watch herself from now on. She'd been lucky in her affair with Donny, and she didn't want to be discovered now with this younger boy!
"You have a daughter?" Billy asked wonderingly. He couldn't imagine this sexy lady as a mother. Mothers were old and dragged out and yelled at you for not cleaning your room! They certainly didn't writhe in passion under the bodies of young boys! I didn't think you were that old! Wow!" He looked at her closely, and saw the faint signs of age on her face and throat. But she's still a really sexy-looking lady, he thought. She looks as good as a movie star.
"Why, thank you, Billy," Marsha laughed self-consciously. "That's very sweet of you."
"Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess I better go. When can I come again?"
"Why don't you just tap on the door every day when you bring the paper. Make me the last stop on your route, no, wait a minute. What time to you get through?"
"Five," he said unconcernedly, buttoning his shirt. "Why?"
"That's too late. How about if you got here about two-thirty or three every day? If I'm home and everything's all right, I'll answer the door. If I come to the door and pay you for the papers, it means I have someone with ... that is, my daughter's home." Marsha gulped her last words, not wanting the young boy to think she made a habit of seducing youths and had a whole string of them.
"Okay, great! Two-thirty or three," Billy replied, knowing he would have to work an extra hour, but willing to do anything to fuck Mrs. Bowen again. He'd tell his parents he'd been given an extra run. "I'll be here, I promise. And if your daughter's home, I'll go away quick" He grinned. "I guess this isn't the kind of thing you want everybody to know about."
"It's not that I'm not proud of you, darling," Marsha said quickly. "It's just that people wouldn't understand. This has to be a secret. Can you keep secrets?"
"Oh, sure. Scout's honor," Billy said solemnly. "There're lots of things you can't tell people about. I know." He smiled wisely, trying to appear grown-up and blase in her eyes.
"Oh, darling! I love you! I really do!" cried Marsha, pressing his head to her. "You're such a sweet, darling, wonderful boy!"
BDly was glad she loved him, but he wished with all his heart he was a grown man so he could run away with her and live with her for the rest of his life! But he knew that he was way too young, and his parents would no doubt come and get him and then send him off to reform school. He sighed. It was better this way, and he'd get to fuck her every day, or almost.
"Yeah ... I'll see you tomorrow, I hope," he said optimistically. "Thanks again. Oh ... Do you have the four dollars for the paper?"
Marsha had completely forgotten why he had come. She paid, feeling slightly as if she had bought his time. Oh well, it was worth it! she thought philosophically. It certainly was!
Chapter Five
Donny straightened up from his leaning stance against the fence as he saw the front door open and Billy Smythe come out. He stepped back, hiding behind a tree as he watched the younger boy bound down the stairs, whistling, and get on his bike and pedal off.
"Bitch," he muttered between his teeth. Donny had snuck out of his house and hurried over to his mistress' house, eager for her warm body, defying his parents to fuck her. When he had arrived, he had seen the paper boy go in, and he had waited, not wanting to embarrass the older woman with his presence. And he'd waited. He had sat outside for over an hour, watching the door and praying it would open and the younger boy come out. As time went by, he had paced back and forth, grumbling to himself, "What the hell is taking so long!" Finally he had walked quietly to the side window and peered in ... and had seen Mrs. Bowen leading little Billy upstairs. He knew her too well to wonder what she was doing. He knew she was going to seduce the boy! He gnashed his teeth in helpless frustration, knowing that Billy would soon be engulfed in the warm vagina he had thought was his alone, would be fucking his mistress' cunt! Jealousy and rage suffused his face as he hung outside the window, unable to see the lustful scenes occurring inside, but seeing them in his mind only too clearly.
"Whore! Dirty cunt! Puts out for everybody. Damn old hag! Bet she fucks every kid in town! Goddamn whore," he mumbled, pain of betrayal raging in his mind. "Ill fix her! I'll call the cops on her. Have her put away! Dirty whore!" He thought of how Mrs. Bowen would look when the cops dragged her outside, her blonde hair tumbled on her heaving breasts. But if they locked her up he'd never get to fuck her again. And he certainly did want to fuck her-treacherous whore or not! In fact, his cock was throbbing even now with the need to slam into her cunt! "I'll fix her, though!" he promised. "I'll fuck her 'til she begs! I'll screw her good, man. I'll have her screaming for mercy! I'm gonna beat the shit out of her! Goddamn whore! 111 fix her ass!" He waited impatiently for the other boy to emerge so that he could go in and confront her. At long last Billy came out and pedaled briskly off. Donny walked up the stairs, and, without knocking, let himself in.
"Is that you, Jo Anne?" called Marsha. She was sitting in the living room, having a Scotch on the rocks to calm her fevered mind and congratulate herself for the successful seduction she had just completed.
"No, ma'am. It's me." Donny stood in the door, thumbs hooked in his belt, looking at her with contempt.
"Oh ... Donny! I thought, that is, your mother, you said," Marsha was flustered at his sudden appearance so soon after the departure of her new lover. "Did you see... ?"
"Billy? Yeah. I saw him come in-and leave an hour later. What were you doing, having one of your famous conversations?" He advanced on her, the hurt in his voice scarcely masked by the sneering tone he'd adopted. "What's the matter, I'm not young enough for you any more? Jesus Christ! Why don't you rape a baby next time!" He stood in front of her, flinging his hurtful words like bullets, seeking to wound her. Marsha sank back, speechless. In her wildest dreams she had never imagained her young lover wildly berating her for screwing another boy.
"Wait! I can explain...."
"I don't want to hear it! I've heard enough crap out of you! I just want to fuck you like everybody else does!" So saying he dragged her roughly off the sofa and ripped open her "housecoat. "How many people have sucked your tits, bitch! You're a whore-a filthy whore!" He grabbed one of the exposed tits in his mouth, biting down hard until she moaned with pain. "I should bite it off," he mumbled. "But first I'm gonna fuck you to death!"
He began to rip her panties off, dragging them roughly down her legs.
"Nooo-don't-not now-I'll do anything you want-but don't fuck me here! Jo Anne'll be home-Oh, Goddd! Nooo!"
. "Shut up, bitch," he grunted, pushing her back. She was squirming wildly, but he was stronger. He shoved her onto the couch, opening her legs with his knee and unzipping his pants. "I'm gonna leave my pants on, whore," he mumbled, grinning at her evilly. "Isn't that how you treat whores? You should know, shouldn't you!" His engorged penis burst free and waved at her menacingly.
"Nooo ... I'm not ready! I can't! Not now!" Marsha screamed, held in place by a firm young arm and knee. Oh, God! I can't move! He's going to rape me. Oh, Jesus! Help me, she thought, squirming wildly to escape the maddened boy. "Please ... don't, pleeeaaasssee." She begged.
"Pretty soon you'll be begging for more! Donny bragged, falling on her body, not caring if he hurt her or not. "Open your goddamn legs, bitch! Come on, you old hag! Give me some action, or I swear I'll tell everybody in town how you raped me! Open 'em up!" He- roughly dragged her thighs apart, spreading her unwilling legs, and punged his raging prick into her dry channel. Marsha screamed in pain as the uncaring prick ripped past her sensitive membranes, rasping her dry pussy walls unmercifully.
"Nnpooo! Oh, God! It hurts! I'm dry! Oh, God please go slower, it hurts, ohhh, nnnngggg." Marsha twisted her hips, trying to escape the battering ram of Donny's prick as it ravaged her insides but it was too late. He was buried to the hilt in her resisting pussy, oviously taking pleasure from the pain she felt.
"Move your ass! You're dry as a bone. Can't you do better than that? Come on, give me some tail, baby! Shake it!" he commanded, plunging in and out the dry channel. He reached down and grasped a tit, squeezing it mercilessly. "Let's see how good you arer-move it!"
Marsha began to feel a faint stir of pleasure, despite her shock and humiliation, despite the fact that her daughter might walk in. She began to move her hips, hoping to assuage the pain of the cock battering her insides. Perversely, the pain began to add to her pleasure, began to be only a part of passion. She ground her hips firmly, screwing against him, drawing his cock deeper. Her juices began to secrete, bathing his digging root.
"Ohhh. Hurt me more-I deserve it. Pinch my tits until they hurt, darling! Fuck me! Ram it home! I can feel it in my stomach. Fuck me harder! Harder! Give it to me!" Marsha bucked wildly, her arms reaching up to pull the boy closer. Her nails slid down his smooth back, leaving gouges.
"Oh, you like it now, huh! Like it rough? Bitch! Cunt! Whore!" Donny muttered, biting fiercely at her neck, her face, her tits, anywhere he could reach with his mouth, while he pounded her pussy as hard as he could. "I'm gonna cum! All in your dirty cunt! Goddamn whore! Here it comes! Feel, bitch! Feel my hot cum!" With a mighty shove, Donny spewed forth his anger and hurt with a stream of cum spurting wildly into the gaping cunt.
"Ohhh! Don't stop! Fuck me more! I need more! MORE!" Marsha cried wildly, tossing her head, trying to strain herself closer, trying to retain the shrinking prick, to make it fuck her some more. Her orgasm fluttered and died in her belly, leaving her aching and unsatisfied. "Don't leave me like this! Please! I love you, Donny! I can explain. Please fuck me!" She begged, past all shame.
Donny withdrew his prick and stared at her in disgust. "I'm not finished yet, don't you worry. You'll do anything I say, won't you? Or I'll tell everybody-I mean it, too! You do what I want, whenever I want, or I'll have you run out of town."
"Yes, yes, I'll do anything, just please fuck me again, jerk me off, do anything! I've gotta cum!" Marsha dug her own hand into her own twat, seeking to assuage the pain of not cumming.
"You really do have to!" Don exclaimed, wonderingly. "You've got to have it, don't you! Tell me what you want, Mrs. Bowen. Beg me a little, and I may fuck you again. Come on, lady, tell me what you want!"
"I want you to fuck me," she wailed, reaching out blindly, intent on nothing but her lust.
"Where? Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Bowen. I'm just a kid, remember? Tell it like it is, baby!" Donny smiled grimly, looking at the flushed face of the woman he had adored and worshiped. "Talk dirty, Mrs. Bowen, use some of those words you taught me, come on, let's hear it!" He fingered his limp cock, stroking it slowly into life. "You want this?"
"Oh, yes. Yes! Please! Give it to me!"
"What? Give you what?" Donny waved his lengthening cock in her face teasingly.
"Your cock!" she shouted. Give me your cock!
Your DICK! Your WHANG! Stick me with it! Ram your cock in my cunt! Fuck me! Cum all over me! Stick it in my mouth! Anywhere! Just give me cock! I've gotta have cock! Fuck meee!" She reached up, seeking to grasp his cock, but he pushed her back.
"No, lady. No, sir. I'm gonna put it somewhere different this time. Maybe nobody's had that yet. Everywhere else is too used to suit me!" He pushed her roughly, turning her on her stomach, her butt pointing in the air. "In the ass, Mrs. Bowen! I'm gonna stick my cock in your shit hole! I'm gonna cornhole you," he muttered, spitting on the head of his dick to lubricate it.
"Nooo, not there, please, it'll hurt too much! Anything but that! I'll suck you! Anything but that-nnnooo-" Marsha thrashed around in terror, her whole being outraged by the thought of anal penetration. That was really perverted. It was evil and wicked ... even worse than fucking boys. She had never had anyone fuck her in the ass before, and she certainly didn't want to start now!
"You said you'd do anything I wanted, and this is what I want! Relax, or it'll be even worse." Danny jacked his prick rapidly, feasting his eyes on her creamy expanse of ass. He'd always wanted to do this to her and never quite dared. Well, he was going to now! Quickly, before he lost his nerve, he placed the head of his penis at the tiny opening to her anal shaft and pressed forward slightly, the head stretching the tight ring of muscles around her shit hole. "Relax, damn it, I'm gonna fuck you there, like it or not, and you better give me a good rise, too, so relax!"
Marsha slumped forward, burning pain ripping through her asshole. She had never experienced pain like this. It felt like a burning hot poker was running into her rear. Tears came into her eyes as she tried desperately to relax, knowing that any resistance would bring even more pain. And I can't take much more, she thought. I'm going to pass out in a minute. Oh, God, it hurts. She lay perfectly still, praying for release from the shattering pain in her rear, and was surprised to find the pain did recede slightly. Maybe I can stand it, she told herself. Then, when he leaves, I'll leave town. I'll move away.
Donny felt the ass beneath him ease in tension, the muscles stretching to accommodate his prick. He took a deep breath and fell forward, ramming the entire length of his prick into the woman's shit hole, feeling the membranes part and tear at the unaccustomed pressure.
"That's it! I'm in! All the way! Hot shit, Fuck it! I'm in your ass! Hold on, Hot Momma, we're going for a ride! Move that ass, baby!" He pulled his prick out, almost to the head, noting the brown slime that now coated it, and pumped in again, slapping his balls against her rear.
Marsha groaned feebly, almost delirious with pain and humiliation. The pain was intense. She could feel her ass stretched to its limit by the battering poker, rupturing her sensitive membranes. "Ohhh, God," she moaned. Despite herself, she felt lust stirring-in her cunt, the juices beginning to flow freely. Her ass muscles clenched at the cock. She felt a tremendous urge to shit, and she shoved her rear end out, trying to empty her bowels. The resulting action grabbed Donny's pecker, making him grunt in surprised lust!
"Yeah! That's it! Oh yeah, baby!" He grunted, pumping wildly into her buttery ass with trip hammer strokes. "I'm gonna cum soon at this rate! Oh boy!"
Marsha wiggled her ass, the pain turning into great pleasure. She wondered why she'd never done this before. It was wonderful! She squeezed her muscles, milking his cock. She shook and twisted her hips, forcing Kis cock to ream out her ass good! She loved the burning tearing sensation ...all that mattered to her was getting him to cum in there to feel his hot sperm lance her bowels! She wanted him to tear her apart with his dick, to spit her on its stake and make her beg for more! Her face pressed into the pillows, she slobbered wildly, grunting like a bitch in heat! "More! Uh-uh-uh-uh! Fuck my ass! Ream out my shit! Ohhh! Fuck my ass!"
Donny reached under the bucking hips and caught her sopping pussy in his hand, squeezing it cruelly. He could tell she was in a frenzy of lust, cumming like a river, impaled on his prick in her ass! "Oh, yeah I'm cumming! Ahhhggghhh! FUCKING CUM!" Donny yelled, rammming home, twisting his hips for maximum penetration. "HERE IT COMES!" He let loose a river of spurting cum, squirting jet after jet of thick jism into her ass, filling it to the brim until it leaked out and ran down her hips. He clutched her ass to keep his balance and pumped wildly as his cock continued to jump and spew forth his lust. Marsha squealed as she felt the hot cum hit her shit hole, triggering her own orgasm, which swept through her, leaving her spent and shaking.
"Ohh so good-any way you want it-any time," she mumbled, lying on her face. She felt him pull his prick from her ass with a loud plop and complained, "Leave it in, darling, it feels so good!"
"Ohhh, mother! How could you! What are you doing! What's he doing here! MOTHER!"
Marsha rolled over and saw her teenage daughter standing at the door, her eyes round with horror as she saw the perverted scene. "Jo Anne," she murmured helplessly, knowing exactly what she looked like, a battered and bruised whore. Donny was standing there, his cock held protectively in his hand, looking back and forth from mother to daughter, wondering what to do.
"You're a whore! You're worse than the women downtown," Jo Anne muttered, backing away from her mother, her hands held out protectively. "Don't come near me. I'm leaving. If you try to find me, I'll tell the police ... I don't want to ever see you again!" Sobbing, the young girl ran out of the room, slamming the door.
"Oh God." Marsha put her head in her hands. "What have I done." Her voice was flat with self-loathing. "Go away, Donny. Leave me alone."
"Sure, Mrs. Bowen," the boy mumbled. He was as horror-stricken as the older woman. He certainly hadn't wanted her daughter to see them! "I'm sorry...." He felt compassion rise as he looked at the face of the woman before him, a face that showed its age for the first time.
"Get out, you filthy boy. Get out." Marsha's voice broke.
Donny began to get mad again-look who was calling who names! "Yeah, I'll leave. But I'll be back!" he promised. "I'm not done with you yet! And you better do what I say, or you'll never get your daughter back! You don't have anyone but me now. You better be nice to me!" Threatening, the young boy walked away, leaving Marsha slumped on the floor.
What else can happen? she thought dully. How her simple desire for love had backfired, making her succumb to perverse desires, and finally losing her her daughter! There's nothing else that can happen to me....
Chapter Six
Marsha had remained in the living room for an hour or more, sitting nude on the couch, her head lying against the back, eyes open and staring. Occasionally she moaned faintly, putting up a hand to rub her face, as if she could erase the events of the day with this simple motion. Her thoughts raced around and around, like a squirrel in a cage, torturing her with vivid recollections of her degradation. She could still see the shocked face of her child, staring at her as if she were a stranger, radiating hate and disgust at the sight of her ravished mother. She could hear the clear young voice screaming at her-calling her whore in a tone of infinite disgust.
I deserve my shame, she thought. I am a dirty disgusting whore, wicked, evil, seducing children. God, the little boy was only thirteen! THIRTEEN! And I seduced him. I put lust in his mind. I corrupted his sweet young body. I stole his innocence. Marsha mentally flagellated herself, wishing she could somehow go back in time. If only it had never happened, I'd be good! I won't do it again! Lord, if only everything could be like it was I'd devote my life to my baby, Jo Anne! Ohhhh ... she's gone! My baby's gone. She hates me.
Marsha Bowen sank back against the sofa, her head in her hands, large tears trickling down her face. Sobs shook her with the force of an orgasm, and she wallowed in her grief, seeking to assuage the pain in her mind. She could see the expression in Donny's eyes as he had raped her, forcing his dork into her, making her scream in pain. And then, I loved it! I wanted him to fuck-anywhere. He reamed my ass and I begged for more! God, I'm a perverted old bitch. I begged him to fuck me. He hated me and I pleaded with him to screw me! He called me a dirty old whore and I loved every minute of it. Marsha cried to herself, rubbing her eyes fiercely, tears dripping through her fingers. She recalled the pain in the boy's eyes as she had destroyed his illusions of her. I'm just a woman. I couldn't help it. Donny, my darling, if only you'd come back, and I could explain. I can't control myself. I've turned into a nymphomaniac. At last Marsha came to grips with her problem-she had an overwhelming need to be fucked, by whom or what it didn't matter. She just had to have her cunt filled with cock, her mouth douched with sperm! She had chosen young boys because of their virility and devotion. She had hoped they would worship her and make her feel loved, and now she had destroyed herself in one of her lover's eyes forever! She felt like she was in a bottomless pit from which there was no escape-she was doomed to remain in the slimy morass of her unnatural desires, deserted by her daughter and her lovers. Oh, I could tell them, I could explain, but no one will listen! Everybody hates me. And I deserve it. I'm contemptible, a dirty piece of SHIT! She pressed her face into her hands and sobbed, heart rending, wrenching cries from the depths of her being.
Time passed. Marsha huddled in the corner of the couch, her legs drawn up under her, curling in the fetal position. She had no idea how late it was-time no longer had any meaning to her. She wished she had the courage to kill herself, to destroy her traitorous body forever, to wipe the earth clean of her obscenity. She no longer had the right to breathe the same air as normal people-her lust for boys had placed her beyond the pale of society. As if in a dream, she heard the front door open. Wild hope coursed through her veins.
"Jo Anne?" she quavered, rising. Oh, if only I could tell her, maybe she'd forgive me, and we could start again "Is that you?"
Donny walked into the room and looked at her. "I've been thinking." He looked embarrassed.
"You're too young for this. You should have some nice young girl to date. I only hope I haven't hurt you too much, that you'll find someone else, someone your age to love, that you'll forget all this soon!"
"No! No! I don't want anyone else! I love YOU! Don't send me away!" In agony, Donny squirmed his face into her lap, his tears soaking her thighs.
"Don't feel like that, dear! You must go away now! This can't go on. You know what I am! It'll only bring pain to both of us!" Marsha reasoned, involuntarily clenching her thighs at the touch of the young boy's head.
"Oh, please ... just one more time! I won't bug you any more! Just give me something to remember!" Donny clutched wildly at the ample hips,-burying his face in her lap, showering burning kisses on her belly. "I love you! Don't turn me down-just this once more!"
No! It was outrageous! Impossible, Marsha thought, trying to remain calm. He has to leave, I can't let myself go again! Her hands grasped the boy's long hair, trying to drag him off of her, trying to stand up and get away from his insidious lips that were burning into her thighs, sending involuntary shivers of passion through her. What's wrong with me! How low can I stoop-oh, God-make him leave me alone! I have to control myself. This is wrong, evil. I know it! Help me!
"Donny!" she cried sharply. "You have to leave! I mean it! This is wrong and it must stop NOW!"
Donny merely burrowed farther into her warm lap, his hands sliding beneath her, probing for her secret places. He knew if he could just get his hand into her passionate cunt, she would be lost to reason and would do anything he wanted.
"Nooo," Marsha wailed despairingly. Her treacherous body was betraying her again, her cunt turning into a demanding maw, her legs weakening, warmth coiling in her guts, making her hips arch. "Please, no, it's evil. We mustn't..." her words trailed off as the demon lust grabbed her and wouldn't let go.
Donny slipped his hand up under her ass, stroking the quivering back entrance to her cunt, while he forced her legs apart with his head. As her cunt opened to him, he glued his mouth to her slimy maw, slurping wildly, seeking to draw forth her juices.
"Aaaagggghhh!" A scream of pleasure ripped from Marsha's throat. Lost to everything but the demand between her legs, she pulled the boy's head to her snatch, pressing his lips into her swampy pit. "Suck it!" she cried hoarsely. "Suck! Suck! Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue! Tongue fuck me! Ohhhh, eat my cunt!" She raised her ass and smashed into his face.
Donny slurped busily, one hand still probing at her ass. He found the bottom hole he had so viciously ravaged, and he slipped his finger into the raw passageway, stirring around. At the touch, Marsha's body bucked convulsively, and her orgasm swung upon her, carrying her off on wings of lust. She felt like she was falling, falling endlessly intp a fiery pit of lust, and she didn't care-she cared for nothing but this sensation! She lived only for the fervor of her cum! She braced her heels on the floor and flung up her gushing pussy, smearing its greasy secretions all over the boy's face. How could I ever say no, she thought. This is my life. I need it. I have to have it. This is my heaven-a boy's tongue in my cunt, drinking my cum! I'm going insane-I want more! She convulsed again, her orgasm heightened by her knowledge of the perversion it was! "Suck me! I'm cumming again! I can't stop! Again! Oh, eat me! I'm gushing all over your face! Ohhh, drink my cum! Drink my pussy juice-my cunt's on fire! Oh, uh-uh-uh ... FUCK! SUCK! EAT MEEEEeeeee!" Marsha's voice rose to a thin scream as the last of her series of orgasms ripped through her, leaving her shaking and weak. She couldn't believe it-she must have cum five times in as many minutes! And she wanted more-she wanted a hard cock in there, punishing her for her lust, reaming her out to the depths!
"Put it in! Stick me! Put your cock in my hole and fuck the shit out of me! Please!" she groaned, pulling the boy from his kneeling position. "Don't undress, no time, just get it in me. I need it! I want your cock! Give it to me!" Impatiently, she jerked his cock free and pulled him to her, her only thought to get it inside her ravening cunt. Her cunt felt like an open maw, wanting to swallow anything to satisfy the burning sensation inside!
Donny lurched forward, driving his peter into the mushy hole, slamming his balls against her upraised ass. "You're the best fuck in town, Mrs. Bowen!" he cried, leering at her strangely. "You really dig it. You can't stop cumming, can you? Bathe my balls with it! Come on, lady, gush all over my prick!" He pounded his dork in and out of her swampy hole, squishing loudly as he drew it out. It was soft as cheese, soft as a tub of lard, so wet there was almost no sensation. The lips lay open loosely, flaccid with too much lust, the swollen interior mushy to his stabbing prick.
"Tighten it up! Use your goddamn muscles, or I'll stick it up your ass again! It's not tight enough-pull in!" Donny yelled at the crazed woman. Obediently, she tightened the muscles of her cunt, but it was too wet-too sloppy with all the fluids that had been poured in there today. "Aaagh, sloppy seconds!" Donny cried. "Oh, well, I don't need much to cum-hold on, I'm cumming!" With a few sharp strokes he discharged his load into her full pussy, not bothering to bring her off. He had her where he wanted her now, ready for anything, all scruples forgotten.
"Okay, guys, she's ready now!" he called, pulling his prick free and wiping it on his pants. "Come on in!"
Mickey and Charles hadn't believed it when their buddy had come by the ball park and called them from their game.
"Listen, fellows," he had said, drawing them aside. "We're good buddies, aren't we?"
"Yeah, sure," the boys replied. "What's up? It better be good. We're holding up the game!"
"Don't worry about that kid stuff," Donny said scornfully. "How'd you like to get laid?"
"Oh, sure. Who wouldn't? Come on, Donny, I ain't got time for this crap." Mickey turned around, disgusted at this bullshit.
"No, I mean it! I know a broad who'll do anything. You can fuck her blind, she'll suck your dick, take it in the ass-anything! How about it?"
"Yeah?" Interest lit the boys' faces. "What's in it for you?"
"Oh, I dunno." Donny hadn't planned this far. He only wanted to humiliate his mistress. "I just thought-we're such good buddies-I wanted to share her with you! She's really prime stuff. A little old, but a really good fuck! I've fucked her a dozen times and she's always ready for more!"
"Okay, but she better be good! Not some old hag!" Charles chimed in. "I don't go for that!" He swaggered a little.
"Aw, shit! You've never fucked anything!" Mickey sneered. He was older and had reamed out a few pussies, and the knowledge made him feel superior. "I'll give her a try," he leered. "I hear these older broads really go wild!"
"Just wait," Donny promised. "Now here's what we'll do ..."
Mickey and Charles hadn't really believed their friend had snared a piece of choice ass for himself and was willing to share, but they didn't see how they could lose-even if it was a joke, it was still good for a laugh! They had followed Donny eagerly, and had stood quietly outside the living room, watching as their buddy cajoled the dejected-looking woman into a mind-bending display of lust. As the action on the sofa mounted in intensity, both boys had unzipped their pants and freed their dicks, stroking them in furious rhythm.
"Jesus*. He wasn't shitting us!" Charles breathed, squeezing the head of his prick and jacking his hand up and down.
Mickey grunted, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. He stared in amazement as Donny ate out the older woman's cunt. He had never done that! Never really wanted to, but it sure looked good! He spit on his hand and transferred the gob of slobber to his dick, greasing his pole. "Hot shit! Look at the tits on that broad!"
"God! I can't wait to sink my meat into that!" Charles moaned, jacking off frantically. "Look at her go!"
The two boys stared, their eyes glazed with lust, as Donny mounted the woman, plunging into her. "Look at him! Goddamn! He's really fucking the shit out of her!" Mickey wheezed, his flying fingers keeping time with Donny's strokes. The two boys leaned forward, mouths open, watching the humping couple, their hands jerking their own dicks in unison.
"Sure hope he hurries. I wanna shoot this load in her cunt," Mickey groaned, trying to hold back his impending orgasm.
At that moment Donny jerked spastically as he came, and rose up, wiping off his dick and calling to his friends.
"Let's GO!" cried Mickey. "I want the cunt!" He ran into the room and fell against the stunned woman, holding his dick in his hand like a sword, slicing into the morass of Marsha's sloppy cunt. "Uuuuggghhhh," the boy groaned, ramming his solid pecker into her. "Fuck! Hot shit! It's burning hot in here!" He drew back and began pumping ecstatically.
"Go on, Charlie boy ... stick it in her mouth! She loves it! She loves to suck dick! Give it to her!" Donny urged, his eyes shining with a strange light. He was standing to one side, watching his buddies swarm over the supine body of his mistress.
Marsha knew it was a nightmare. She had just felt the sudden emptiness as Donny's prick had withdrawn, when another, bigger dick Jjad crashed into her, filling her cunt to its limit, sloshing into the pool of Donny's leavings. And now, there was another penis jutting into her face, a small voice asking her to open her mouth.
"Nnnooo," she protested. "Wha ... what's happening?" As she spoke, her mouth was filled with prick, slamming into her throat.
"Oh, that's good," Charles murmured. He had always wondered what it would feel like to fuck someone's mouth, and now he knew. It was fantastic! It felt like a warm wet cave, filled with tiny fingers digging into his root! "Oh, yeah-suck it, lady!" He drew his hips back and pumped his cock in and out of Marsha's slack lips.
Automatically, Marsha felt her mouth close around the boy's cock, milking his balls. Her hips began to grind with the movements of sex, pounding against the big dick that was ravaging her. She groaned and twisted.
"Suck it, Marsha!" ordered Donny, beginning to stroke his prick to a stand. "Blow him good, baby, and move your hips, give the kid a ride, baby! Bring them off-make them cum! That's it! That's a good girl! Show 'em a good time! Fuck her mouth, Charlie, she loves it! Slam it to her-she's eating your prick like it's candy! She'd do anything for prick! Fuck her, Mickey, open her up and ream her out! Are you enjoying it, Mrs. Bowen? There's plenty more. We've got a long time to party. I bet you want my cock, too, don'tcha? In a minute, baby, in a minute... Want it good and hard!" Donny was in a lustful frenzy, jerking his prick strongly, watching his friends slam their dongs into Marsha's mouth and cunt.
"Uh-uh-uh, I'm gonna cum!" screamed Mickey suddenly. "Open your cunt, baby! Here it comes!"
He began jerking, against her, feeling his prick swell unbearably, then shoot out a stream of boiling sperm into the depths of her womb.
"Go on, Charlie ... cum in her mouth! She'll swallow it! She loves the taste of cum! She loves to eat it! Give it to her!" Donny yelled.
"Goddamn, what a fuck!" Mickey wheezed, falling off the sticky body and rolling to the floor. "You were right, Donny! She's prime meat!" He glanced at the woman's face. "Look at Charlie cum ... it's running all out of her mouth! Swallow it, baby! Eat his cum!" He laughed lewdly as Charlie pumped into the sucking mouth, rivulets of cum oozing out of the woman's mouth in white gobs.
Donny smiled grimly. "Oh, there's lots more she'll do!" he said confidently. "We can do anything we want to her. She loves all of it! You can beat her and she'll beg for more! She's a real cocksucking whore." He strolled over to the group, looming above the exhausted woman. "Eat it all, baby! Show them how you love it! If you're good you'll have all the cock you want!" He jerked a few strokes on his distended pecker, reaching out with his other hand and running his fingers over her face, smearing the cock juice over her cheeks, rubbing it into her hair. As Charlie finished, he said roughly, "Now get down on the floor and clean off Mickey's cock! Lick it off good! Go x]n!" He shoved her to where Mickey lay.
Marsha mewled softly. She no longer felt shame-she no longer felt anything. She was merely a receptacle for the boys' lust. She'd do anything they said-she had to! She was a slave to her own desires, enthralled by her constant need for fucking. She was beyond caring, beyond morals. She crawled on her hands and knees to the boy on the floor, her tits hanging down and bobbling with every move. She slobbered slightly, wanting to taste a new cock, wanting to lick the cum from his balls. She lowered her head and greedily lapped at the sticky shaft, feeling like the lowest whore in town and loving it! She craved humiliation, punishment-surely she deserved anything the boys could do to her!
"Yes, I'll suck your sweet prick, darling," she mumbled. "Do anything you want-beat me, anything. Just give me cock!"
"See, I told you!" Donny shouted triumphantly. "Make her suck you, Mickey. I'm gonna fuck her ass! It's really hot and tight in there! Wait'11 you try it!
"I wanna fuck ljer cunt!" announced Charlie, standing up. "I've never fucked a cunt! Can I, Donny?" He looked at the other boy appealingly.
"Sure! You can do anything you want! But you'd better wipe it out a little, first. It's got a bucket of cum sloshing around in there!" Donny jacked his prick expertly, kneeling down behind Marsha. He reached under her and dug his hand into her cunt, coming out with a handful of sticky fluid.
"Suck it out, kid," Mickey advised. "Let's roll her over so you can get at it. Stop sucking a minute, lady. Don't worry, I'll give it back to you!" He withdrew his half hard cock with a loud plopping noise and laughed. "Some suction! She's almost got it up already!"
Marsha obediently let go of Mickey's cock and rolled over, presenting her cunt to be licked. She was shivering with excitement, despite her degraded condition. This is what she had always wanted, she thought in confusion. Every opening stuffed with cock!
Charles showed no hesitation in plunging his face into the swampy mess of Marsha's cunt. He didn't want to appear inexperienced in front of his friends-and they both seemed to take eating cunt for granted! It couldn't be that bad if everybody did it! He stuck his entire face into the wet cunt and began running his tongue around, cleaning off the white gobs of Mickey's cum. Marsha's body began to tremble and shake as the boy's mouth closed on her private parts. "Ooooo," she squealed. "Eat me!"
"Suck her hard and she'll gush all over your face," Donny said. "Nothing tastes like pussy juice!" He smacked his lips and exchanged a knowing glance with Mickey, who nodded in assent, although he had never eaten cunt before.
The two boys grinned at each other. "What do you want next?" asked Donny. "Mouth or cunt? I'm gonna take the ass this time."
"Aw ... I'll let her finish the blow job," Mickey said off handedly. "I've already had the cunt, and I think Charlie wants it."
"Okay, Charlie, roll her on the side and put it in! We're ready to get to it!" Donny commanded.
Charles raised his face, glistening with slobber and cum. "Aw, I was just getting a good mouthful," he complained. "But I'd just as soon fuck 'er." He pulled the older woman to him and sank between her thighs, burying his prick in her gash. Marsha slid easily onto his rod, rubbing her breasts against his chest and throwing her arms around him.
"Fuck me good, sweetie," she whispered in his ear, enjoying the sensation of a full cunt. She twitched her hips slightly, pressing her full length against his thin body. She was so engrossed in the sensation of a new dick that she almost didn't feel the boy behind her.
Donny was lying behind her, holding his dork in one hand and spreading the cheeks of her ass with the other. "Don't move, bitch," he muttered through clenched teeth. He found her tortured bum hole and thrust his finger to the hilt, digging into the buttery softness of her buttocks, then drew back and slammed his prick full length into the tight dry hole. It was burning hot, and dry as a bone-the walls clasped his prick closely and scraped his sensitive head. "Oh, shit, I'm in," he breathed. "Get ready to fuck!"
Marsha lay perfectly still, pain raging through her ass. Her bum hole was still sore from its previous fucking, and every movement sent lances of pain through her bowels. She felt like she was stuffed with a red hot poker, burning into her vitals, rupturing her guts. As she lay there stiffly, trying not to scream in pain, she became aware of the boy who had his dick in her cunt. He was smiling at her gently, moving his hands over her breasts, smiling into her face.
"You sure are beautiful," the boy breathed. "Would you fuck me now?" He moved his hips suggestively against her, stirring his rod which was buried deep in her fleshy bun. "Don't tell them, but this is my first time." He lowered his head and sucked tenderly at her nipple.
"Ohh, yes, child... Ill fuck you," Marsha answered, lust stirring crazily in her mind. The thought of seducing a virgin turned her on like nothing else. I must be really lost, she thought mournfully, beginning to thrust her hips back and forth, around and around. The pain in her butt was gone now, replaced by a delightful sensation of spreading warmth that suffused her entire rear. She ground her hips down against the fleshy intruder in her ass, overcome by the idea of having two cocks in her at the same time! She could almost feel them rubbing together as they sped in and out of her twin holes, only separated by a thin membrane! She was stretched to the limit, stuffed front and back with cock.
"Fuck my ass! My cunt! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Marsha moaned.
The boys needed no encouragement, they were fucking her for all they were worth, pumping their cocks in and out of her sensitive holes. Donny raised his head long enough to yell, "Mickey! Get her mouth! Put it in her fucking mouth!" then lowered his mouth to the back of her neck, biting wildly as he plunged into her burning shit hole.
Mickey hurriedly knelt in front of Marsha's head and grasped her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth. A bead of spittle drooled down her chin.
"Yesss, cock, I want cock, suck," she mumbled, eyes glazed. Her lips clamped avidly over his root, sucking it into her throat, milking frantically.
"Suck, suck!" growled Mickey, smashing into her face. He had never imagined sex could be like this. He had had no idea there were women who did things this filthy and perverted! He looked down at the threesome on the floor, the woman's body sandwiched between the two boys, her tits smashed against one's chest, her ass shaking under the assault of the other. "Oh, fuck 'em, bitch. Fuck 'em good. Move your hot ass," he groaned, plunging his pecker into her mouth.
In and out. In and out. Marsha was in an endless dream of young cock-cock in her mouth, cock in her cunt, cock in her ass. She ground her twat over the pulsating penis of the boy in front while her ass sucked at Donny's prick, drawing him farther into her vitals. She bumped back and forth, feeling like her whole insides were filled with a giant cock, splitting her apart, clawing into her guts, ripping her apart. She sucked fiercely on the root in her mouth, choking and gasping as the boy thrust unmercifully into her soft throat.
"I'm going insane! I can't bear it ... it's too much ... too too much!" she mumbled, never stopping her abandoned motions. She could feel her orgasm rumbling in the pit of her stomach, and she suddenly wished for more. She wished she had a thousand openings on her body that could all be filled! She felt like one gigantic vagina, stretched to the limit, pulsing and foaming with lust! Her first wave of cum rippled through her, convulsing her insides, knotting and grinding in her guts. "OHHHhhhh" she screamed, barely able to breathe, her nose crushed into Mickey's pubic hair. "I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck meee... I'm cummiinnngggg...."
"Okay, BABY! CUM! SHOOT YOUR CUM! I'M GONNA CREAM IN YOUR ASS!" screeched Donny, lunging forward, burying his prick to the hilt, scrabbling with his fingers at her bouncing, sweat-soaked buttocks, digging his nails in deep, clutching frantically, trying to keep his balance as he poured forth his lustful sperm.
The prick in Marsha's swampy cunt suddenly jumped and twitched, jerking forth gobbets of creamy jism, spattering against the inner Walls of her pulsing channel. "I'm cumming!" cried the boy in a shrill wail, slobbering wildly, trying to suck one of her tits into his mouth. He could feel his buddy's cock pounding in the woman's anal canal, only separated by a thin membrane, and, as it spurted he began to spew, shooting his virgin load into the well used cunt.
"Me, too! You cocksucking bitch! Drink it! DRINK MY CUM!" shouted Mickey, his cock spurting, sloshing his violent cum into her eager mouth. Marsha swallowed spastically, her throat muscles bunching as she strove to get every drop of sperm. Thirstily, she drank from the boy's fountain, gulping great mouthfuls of boiling jism into her stomach. Her legs thrashed weakly, her cunt milking the cock in there, her ass convulsing as her sphincter muscles sucked Donny's dick. Marsha was in heaven or in hell-it didn't matter. Wherever it was, she wanted to stay. She slurped greedily, clamping her cunt and ass muscles on the cocks. "More-more cum-I want more. I could eat it forever. Fill me up to the brim ... cum, sperm. I want your jism ... more," she mumbled, her eyes tight shut. Flashing lights danced behind her closed eyelids and her tired body convulsed in one last orgasm, draining her. "Aaaagghh," she moaned weakly, her mouth loosing its grip, the encased dick slipping out, leaving a trail of cum across her lips and cheeks. She gave a deep sigh and relaxed, her head spinning and whirling, and felt herself slip into restful blackness. She struggled a moment, then went with it, falling into unconsciousness. Her legs still twitched feebly.
Donny pulled his cock from her relaxed ass with a loud plopping sound. He looked at it. It was covered with a brownish slime of her shit mixed with his cum. He wiped it off in her hair, looking at her unconscious body.
"Gee, is she dead?" Charles pulled out quickly, looking scared. x
"Ah, hell no. She just fainted," Donny sneered. "She'll be raring to go again in a minute."
"I dunno. She looks kinda pooped," Mickey said doubtfully. "Shit. I wanted to screw her ass," he mourned.
"Well, go ahead. She won't mind. In fact, she'll never even know," Donny replied. "I'm gonna have something to drink and rest up. I've been fucking all day. You guys have just got started!" He looked at the supine form in satisfaction. All fucked out now, aren't you, bitch, he thought savagely. I told you I'd fix you, and I ain't through yet! When I'm through you'll be begging for mercy. He nudged her motionless body with his toe, wanting to degrade her completely for her perfidy. "Go on and fuck her ass, Mick," he said. "I'll be back in a minute. She'll probably wake up and enjoy it!"
"Jeez, she's all bloody back there," Mickey said, turning the unresisting body on its stomach, staring at the battered ass.
"They always bleed like that!" Donny reassured him. "She bled like a stuck pig the first time I cornholed her, and she begged for more. Go on, she's here to be used! You may never get a chance to do this for free again." With those cryptic words, Donny strolled into the kitchen.
"What the hell! He's right!" Mickey muttered, fitting his prick in her bloody asshole. He lunged forward, burying himself in the mushy hole and stroked in and out quickly, looking around nervously as if he expected to be interrupted. It's like she's dead, he thought in disgust, missing the exciting action he had had in her cunt. "Aw, well... shoot my wad." He pumped energetically into the unconscious woman and spewed forth his load, mixing with Donny's cum that still lay in her butt hole. He drew out his cock, shaking his head in disgust, and wiped off the sticky mess.
"How was it, oP buddy?" asked Donny, coming back into the room holding a can of beer. He took a deep swig. "Go get yourself a cold brew ... cool yourself off," he joked.
"Aw, shit... sloppy," muttered Mickey, getting up. "Felt like fucking a barrel of shit-no action. I'm gonna wait 'til she comes to. I don't like this kinda crap!" He swaggered into the kitchen and opened a beer. "Hey! Let's pour a bucket of water over her! I ain't got much time and I wanna fuck her again!"
"She'll be here tomorrow. I'm gonna rent her out." Donny had just had a fantastic idea. "Five bucks a throw. Since you guys are my buddies, I'll let ya have another fuck on the house! Mickey, you know a lot of guys. How'd you like a piece of the action?"
"Shit, man, how're you gonna get her to stand still for whoring for you? I mean, man, she's an older broad. She'll have the law on you!"
"She ain't gonna do a damn thing," Donny promised. "Her daughter just run off and she's so scared of anybody finding out what a mess she is, she'll do anything I say! You want a piece of the action or not? We can make some good coin and have some great fucking, too!"
"Yeah, count me in," Mickey said.
Charles came over to the other boys. "What're you gonna do to her? She's a real nice lady," he said.
"Lady-hell! She's a whore! So we're gonna set her up in business, that's all," Donny sneered. "And you keep your mouth shut or I'll get you in trouble you wouldn't believe!"
"Oh, I won't say anything," Charles said nervously. "It isn't any of my business. Only ... do you think I could fuck her again? I haven't got five bucks."
"Sure, buddy, go to it... once on the house!1' Donny chortled and slapped the younger boy on his shoulders. "And if you know any guys who want a piece, send 'em to me! I'll fix 'em up!"
Chapter Seven
Marsha lay in the middle of her living room. She opened her eyes and peered around cautiously. She felt like she had been through the wringer. Her cunt was bruised and swollen, her mouth was dry, her teeth had a fuzzy film on them, her throat was sore, her breasts felt like someone had sat on them, but the major pain radiated from her battered asshole. She sat up painfully, wincing as her bum scraped against the floor. She looked around again-the room was empty, deserted. Confused memories assailed her. She vaguely remembered Donny screwing her. She moaned in dismay, recollecting the depths of her humiliation. There had been two other boys. They had swarmed all over her, sticking their cocks into her mouth, her cunt, her ass, pumping her full of sperm. She looked at her body-gobs of drying cum were smeared over her breasts and stomach and there were several bright red welts where someone had clawed her in lust. Worse of all, she remembered her own frenzied reaction. She could hear her hoarse voice begging for cock and cum, pleading with the boys to fuck her everywhere!
"Oh, my God ... what's happening to me?" she muttered, pulling herself to her feet and tottering out of the room. "Sleep ... I've gotta sleep ... take a bath ..'. think about it later." She staggered into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast, stepping under the steaming water, flinching as it hit the raw parts of her body. She scrubbed herself viciously, trying to wash away the marks of her shame and rinse them down the drain. Finally she was done, and she slumped against the side of the shower, wishing she could just die.
Trembling she dried herself off and lurched towards her bedroom, falling spreadeagled on the bed, lapsing into deep slumber.
Later, much later, the light snapped on, hurting her eyes. She cowered back, shielding her eyes. "What-who is it?" she quavered.
"Feeling better? Had a good rest? I want you to be rested for your first customer." Donny strode into the room and grinned down at the woman. "Yes, you look a lot better than you did. Why don't you hop up and comb your hair? Maybe put on a sexy robe-I know you have plenty. Wait a minute. You got a garter belt and some nylons? I bet you'd be a real hit in those!"
"What are you talking about? What customers? Are you crazy?" Marsha shrank back on the bed, covering her breasts futily with one hand.
"Aw, don't hide your tits, baby! They ain't bad for an old whore!" Donny was rifling through her drawers, searching for the outfit he had in mind. "Here. Put it on. Make it snappy! If you hurry, I'll give you a drink before you go to work."
"Work? What are you talking about! You're mad! Get out of my house! I wish I'd never seen you!" Marsha snapped.
"Oh, no you don't. You love young boys, don't you? All I'm doing is making sure you have all you want! Put that on! I'll be right back ... and don't try to get out if you know what's good for you! Anyway, the door's locked." He grinned at her evilly and walked off.
Marsha looked at the flimsy garment in her hands. She thought for a moment of jumping out of the window, of running screaming down the street, but that would only end in disaster. He's probably got ten kids claiming I raped them, she thought bitterly. Ready to send me to jail. Oh, Jesus ... it isn't fair! All I wanted was someone to be nice to me. Marsha conveniently forgot her seduction of the newsboy that had led to Donny's vengeful jealousy, and saw herself as an innocent victim for a moment, then the next saw herself as an evil witch who deserved anything that could happen. The truth was probably midway between those two extremes.
She drew the silky nylons over her shapely legs and fastened them to the black garter belt, then went to the mirror to comb her hair. Despite herself, she was transfixed at the sexy picture she made-her breasts stood up high and proudly, their nipples erect-her hips swelled softly, the wisp of black garter belt setting off their whiteness. Her brown bush peeped out from the front of the garment, looking clean and fluffy, no trace of the preceding day's lust remaining. She raised one leg and peered anxiously into the depths of her cunt. It looked a little puffy and red, but was certainly not the bloody mess she had thought. She straightened up and smiled at herself. After all, she was a good looking woman, and it was even flattering in a strange way to have so many young boys vying for her favors. Maybe I'll even like being a prostitute, she thought. There's nothing much I can do about it so I may as well enjoy it! If I can just get through this, I'll move away and start a new life. Leave boys alone! Even as she spoke, Marsha knew she was lying-the craving for youth was now burned deep inside her and could not be denied. God, I don't know what I'll do. I guess I'll just take it one step at a time, she decided. It can't get much worse, after all. Donny'll get sick of this game pretty quick. Oh, shit, I've gotta stop thinking about it! I wish he'd hurry with my drink! She wandered back to the bed and lay down, arranging herself in a sexy pose, fluffing her hair out on the pillow.
Donny came in and looked at her approvingly. "Not bad! You really are a sexy broad for your age," he said.
"Can I have my drink now?" Marsha asked, her voice breaking with eagerness.
"Sure, honey. Here you go .. " He handed her what looked like a stiff Scotch on the rocks and grinned as she downed it. "Whoa, don't get drunk!
You're gonna have a real ball. Now I want you to give these boys their money's worth. Do 'em over good! If they want a blow job, in the ass, whatever they want! Understand? I don't think anybody'11 get rough, so don't worry. But if you don't treat them right, I'll fix you good, and you know I can, don't you? Well, don't you?"
"Yes, Donny. I'll do good," she murmured.
"Okay, I'll send the first guy in. He's real young. You should really go for him. He's just your type! He may be a little shy, but you can get him going. You're real good at that! Shy little boys are your specialty, aren't they?" He looked at her viciously, his rage at her betrayal of him still apparent.
"Yes," repeated Marsha dully. "Send him in." She remembered how shy and adoring Donny had been. The boy in front of her had changed so much-changed into a vengeful sadist, wanting to hurt her. She groaned to herself, hating herself for the change she had wrought in this boy. What kind of person am I, she wondered. I seduced him and made him love me and threw him aside for another boy. I'm worse than any of my other lovers! I've made him into a monster, and he was such a nice boy! She looked at him sadly, wishing with all her heart she could give him back his lost innocence. And now he wants me to corrupt other little boys. She saw a stream of young boys entering her room and emerging, corrupted by her lust. Unbidden, a finger of desire touched her at this obscene thought, and she found herself growing eager for her first customer. "Yes, send him in," she repeated, licking her lips. "I'll treat him right!"
Donny looked at her in disgust. Old whore ... getting homy already ... well, at least I'll make some bread off her, he thought. He turned and called out, "Okay, John. Ready."
A small thin boy appeared at the bedroom door. "Is that her?" he asked nervously. "Here's the five bucks. She'll do anything I want?"
"Yeah, Johnny, go to it. If you take too long, I'll knock on the door, but don't hurry. There's plenty of time." Donny took the money and winked at the boy, closing the door behind him.
"Wait, Donny! What... oh, hell," the kid muttered, looking at Marsha out of the corner of his eye. "Gee, lady. I dunno if this is such a hot idea after all. Maybe ... maybe...." He backed off uncertainly.
"Don't worry, dear, you've already paid, you may as well come on in. You won't get your money back if I know Donny!" A smile twisted her lips briefly as she set herself to making this boy at ease. I've got to do a good job, she thought frantically. He'll beat me or hurt me again ... "Come here, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. I just love little boys." Marsha smiled ingratiatingly.
"I dunno ... gosh, I've never seen a naked lady before," the boy confessed, drawing closer. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Should I take my pants off now?" He looked at her uncertainly.
"Yes, dear, why don't you take all your clothes off and come sit beside me." Marsha patted the bed invitingly. The boy turned his back and peeled off his clothes, piling them on a chair. Finally he walked over to the bed and sat down, trying to appear unconcerned. Marsha looked down at his lap. His peter was shrunken and tiny, no bigger than her thumb. She sighed and set about seducing him.
"Now, John, these are my tits." Marsha cupped her hands under her boobs and raised them to his fascinated gaze. "Wouldn't you like to touch them?"
"Yes ... may I?" he reached out a tentative finger and ran it across the tips of her breasts, then squeezed a handful of the soft flesh. "Wow, they sure are big," he marveled.
"Kiss them, honey," Marsha crooned. "Kiss it and suck on it. You'll like it, honey. Go on, suck my titties." She squeezed her breasts until the nipples popped out and aimed one at the boy's mouth. He breathed deeply, his hot breath sending goose pimples down her spine, and clamped his lips over the turgid tip, licking it with his tongue.
"Oooooo," Marsha groaned, her womb melting at the gentle touch of the child's mouth. The boy was really getting into it now, bobbing his head back and forth between the two giant tits, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive nipples, turning her on. John mewed like a frantic kitten, licking and slobbering over her breasts.
"Now look, darling, look at my cunt," Marsha gasped, running her hands down her front to her crotch, opening her pussy with two fingers so the boy could see inside her twat. "That's my cunt. That's the place for you to put your little cockie. Touch it, honey, go on and feel how soft it is ... you'll like it____"
The boy hesitantly touched her moist crotch, sliding his little hand over her soft brush of hair, tickling the extended lips. "Your hair's real soft down there," he said wonderingly. "And there's such a lot of it. I don't have half that much." He pointed at his own crotch, where Only a slight fuzz decorated his adolescent groin. His little cock had lengthened now and was stirring in the nest of soft fuzz, his boyish balls lifting and hardening. "Oh, that gives me a really good feeling in my peter," he confided. "Touching you makes me feel all funny ... like I gotta pee!" He laughed, continuing his explorations. "It looks kinda like a mouth," he continued, running his finger between the fat lips.
"You can kiss it if you like, honey," Marsha breathed. "Lots of little boys just love to kiss it."
"Kiss it? I dunno ... is that what I'm supposed to do?" John pursed his lips and planted a smacking kiss on the lips of Marsha's cunt. "Like that?"
"Just run your tongue in there like you did with your finger. I just love to have my cunt licked. It makes me feel really good," Marsha groaned. "Then you can stick your cock in there and fuck me, or anything you want. Just please lick it a little first, honey!"
"Okay," John said. He was quite willing to do anything this lady asked, she was so pretty and smelled so good. It wasn't scary at all like he'd thought it would be when the other kids had dared him to come, taunting him that he wasn't old enough. He'd show them. Wait 'til he told them how the lady had begged him to lick her! He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath, plunging his tongue into the swampy morass of
Marsha's pussy.
Marsha moaned, squirming down onto the twirling tongue. He was good! she thought. His tongue was right in there, driving her crazy with lust! She loved it, loved the satiny feel of his slick tongue as he lapped up and down her quivering pussy. "Suck it!" she ordered, grinding her ass. "Suck, suck, suck meee!"
John complied. He sucked in a mouthful of cunt, lapping up her juice as fast as she exuded it, running his tongue in and out of her hole, feeling her muscles grab it hungrily. Then she was cumming, and he swallowed frantically as the fluid ran into his mouth and nose, dribbling down his chin. He licked and slurped, cleaning up every bit of the sticky cum. Finally he sat back.
"Can I fuck you now? I'd like to!"
"Ohhh yes. Darling child. Yes, fuck me. Put it right there. Just put it in and run it in and out. Marsha reached up and grasped the boy's thin pecker, guiding it to her hole. He sank in to her hips, his little pecker completely swallowed up by her dripping hot cunt.
Johnny wriggled happily. He had never been in a cunt before and he thought it was fantastic! He had no basis of comparison, and he didn't notice that his dick barely scraped the walls of the channel. He thought he was having the best fuck in the~~world! He fucked in and out, his little pecker barely getting past the lips of her cunt.
Marsha loved it, though. She needed a bigger cock, but she was so turned on by her previous orgasm that very little stimulation was needed to make her juices flow. Clasping the boy to her soft breasts, she rose and fell with his strokes, her hips a blur of rapid motion.
"Oh, yes, darling. That's good. Fuck me good! You're doing fine! That's it! That's the way! Fuck! FUCK! Ohhhh!"
Johnny pumped into Marsha's pulsing cunt. He felt his balls tighten and his head spun as his cum wrenched up his pounding dick and spurted wildly. "Oh ... what's happening! I'm cumming! Oh ..," The little boy jerked violently and fell forward onto the pillow of Marsha's chest. "I fucked you," he whispered.
"You certainly did, dear," Marsha said, rubbing the boy's head. "You're a lovely little man, and you fucked me real good."
"Gosh, it's really great! I wanna do it lots more! I'll be back as soon as I get some more money," John promised fiercely.
"Oh, baby, you don't need any more money if you want to do it again," Marsha smiled.
"Donny said I could only do it once," the younger boy said. "And I better do what he says. He's a lot bigger than I am!" He laughed sadly and began to dress. "But I just want you to know, it was really great, ma'am. If you're a whore, then it isn't a bad thing to be!" He blushed vividly and solemnly reached out to shake hands with her.
"Oh. honev!" Marsha laughed then. "Give me a big kiss! You go tell Donny I said you can out-fuck him any day. I'd rather have you any time!"
"Aw, you're just being nice. I know I'm too little, but thanks anyway. You're a real nice lady!" Johnny shyly kissed her on the cheek and opened the door. "Good-bye."
"Good-bye, dear." Marsha leaned back on the bed. That hadn't been bad at all-in fact, it was marvelous! she thought. I wonder who's next? I'm beginning to enjoy this!
Chapter Eight
Donny's grinning face appeared around the door. "Enjoying yourself? You look like you are. Well, clean yourself up a bit for the next customer. Whoops! Customers! You get a double bonus this time, whore! Have fun!" He laughed loudly and ushered two boys into the room.
Marsha stared in amazement. They were exactly alike! They had the same curly blond hair, the same bright blue eyes; even their clothes were identical-faded Levi's and cotton T-shirts. They stood there regarding her solemnly, looking like a pair of angels.
"Hello, boys," Marsha began uncertainly, embarrassed at the unwavering regard. The cool stare from the twin pair of eyes unnerved her. Oh well... they're just little boys, she thought.
They'll like the same things as the others ... if only they didn't stare at me so coldly!
"Nice tits," one of the two said conversationally to the other.
"Yeah. A little saggy, but good and big! And I like the outfit. It shows her twat real good!" The second boy walked over to her and calmly inserted his finger in her snatch, digging roughly. "Wet already," he commented. "Hey, did ya clean up after the last guy? I don't wanna stick my cock in somebody else's mess!"
"Yes, I have already douched," Marsha ventured, completely nonplussed by the boy's actions. They both looked so innocent....
"Good." He began shucking his clothes, dropping them casually on the floor in a messy heap. "Open your legs. I wanna see your cunt." As Marsha complied, spreading her thighs and revealing the pink maw of her cunt, the other twin came over. He had already stripped and was ready for action, one hand holding his cock.
"Start getting it hard, lady," he demanded. Marsha closed her hand around his pecker and began rubbing it. "Harder! Jesus ... don'tchaknow how to jack a guy off?" He grunted and fucked into her fist. "Spit on it. It's too dry! Damn, Jerry, I dunno if this is gonna be worth five bucks or not!"
"Just hold your horses," advised the other boy. "Why bother with her hand? Donny said she'd take it anywhere! Hey, roll her over. I wanna see her ass!" He pulled his finger out of her twat and pushed her to one side, then on her stomach. "Stick your ass in the air," he advised, parting her buttocks with his hands and staring at her bum hole. "Hey, Jerry, look at that! Nice, huh?"
He inserted his forefinger in the puckered hole of her anus and drew it out again, sniffing it appreciatively. "I'm gonna eat me some of that," he promised, bending down and licking the cheeks of her ass. He sucked violently at the small hole and stuck his tongue in, swirling it around, stirring her shit.
Marsha lay still, her ass poking up in the air, knowing full well the lewd picture she made. Turning her head, she said to the other boy. "Would you like to eat my cunt, dear?"
"Shit no! I don't like that!" the other boy replied. "Nasty. I'll just fuck your mouth for a while until he's done with your ass!" So saying, he brought his now stiff cock to her lips and prepared to slide it in. For a moment, Marsha resisted. She didn't like this scene. She was not in control at all! She felt like she was really a whore now-acceding to whatever demands her customers made! "Open your mouth!" the boy said in a cold voice. "Let's see if you're as good as Donny says! I don't usually have to pay, you know. You're supposed to be something special, really outta sight! If Donny lied, I'll," Marsha hastily opened her mouth, not wanting to know what the frightening child would do. She gulped noisily, engulfing his dick in her slobbery mouth, sucking hard, running her wet tohgue over the head. "Yeeeaaahhh... that's better... suck it, baby!" He thrust his hips forward and back, fucking gleefully into her mouth. "Good suction!" he shouted. "How're ya doing, Jerry? Her ass taste good!"
"Not as good as it's gonna feel!" the other boy replied, taking his mouth off her pink asshole and fitting the head of his young cock there. "Aaaah.... shit! Like a greased chute, man! Just you wait. Boy, it's hot as fire in here!" He shoved his cock brutally into her narrow canal, pressing past the tight ring of the sphincter and lunging into the tightness of her shit canal! It was hot and dry, though slightly moistened by his tongue job, and the walls gripped his cock convulsively as he slid in and out. "Like that, baby?" he called, reaching one hand under her to feel her pussy. "Hey, you really do, don'tcha? Hey, George. She's running like a river! She really loves it. Fuck me, baby. Move your ass, show me how much you like my dick in your butt! Give me a ride. I'm gonna blow my nuts all over your shit! I'm gonna cream your bowels!" Jerry pumped vigorously into Marsha's ass, his hands holding her firmly by the cunt, one finger pressing against her clit. He wanted her to cum. He wanted to feel the contractions of her orgasm clenching his dick.
Marsha gave herself up to the sensations. She could feel the boy ravaging her ass with steady motions, his prick hitting solidly against the tight walls of her anus, hitting all the sensitive nerves, sending rivers of fire through her veins. Her pussy dripped steadily, moisture running down his hand and drenching her thighs. She wished wildly that the other boy would fuck her there, filling the void, but he was intent on her mouth, plunging his pecker in and out of her tight lips, chanting softly to himself. "Suck, suck, suck... eat it, blow me ... eat it... suck me." The drone of his young voice reached her ears. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his, face contorted in an expression of pure lust. His hands held her head firmly, pushing her up and down on his cock. With each stroke he forced it all the way down her throat, making her gag, and his balls squished wetly against her chin. She clamped down, determined to make him shoot so the unrelenting pressure would stop. She wanted to feel the hot cum rush down her throat. She wanted to drink deeply from his cock!
Jerry continued plunging in and out of the upraised rump. "Hot shit!" he cried exultantly. "She's cumming. I can fell the contractions. That's it, baby, milk my cock! Make me cum! That's it! Shake it!"
Marsha couldn't believe she was cumming with such intensity, but she was! Her degraded body humped and shivered, convulsing spastically, her pussy gushing wetly, her ass trembling and bunching, the grabbing muscles clenching the boy's prick. She took a bubbling breath around the pecker in her mouth, drawing the air into her labored lungs like wine, spreading through her intoxicatingly, making her fell more and more passionate! She felt every pore on her body, every nerve. Sweat dripped from her breasts and stomach, making her slippery. She only wished there was something big and hard in her cunt. It was sucking frantically at the boy's hand, trying to draw the whole thing in.
"Your hand..." she managed to grunt. "Stick your hand in!"
"She wants you to shove your fist up her cunt!" cried George to the other boy. He was very near orgasm now, his body trembling as he kept a firm grip on the blonde head at his crotch. He jerked a few quick strokes into her mouth, feeling her teeth scrape the sensitive head of his dick. "Suck it. I'm getting ready to blow!" he warned, twisting deeper into her soft throat. "Use your throat-swallow it! Use your muscles baby, come on!" He felt his balls bloating with pressure, felt the need to cum.
The other boy, hearing his brother's cry as if in a dream, slowly bunched up his hand into a fist and v tried to fit it into her gaping cunt to no avail. Trying not to miss a stroke, unbearably excited at the thought of putting his wHole hand in her cunt, he put in his four fingers, one at a time, stretching the walls unmercifully, then doubled his thumb under and rammed his whole fist into her hot, slippery cunt.
"Aaaaaaggghhh ..." Marsha moaned, her pussy clamping wildly onto the huge invader. She could feel the boy's knobby fist pounding wildly into her. She could feel each separate finger as he clenched and unclenched his fist, spreading her channel unmercifully, sending mingled pain and' pleasure through her body.
"I've got my whole fucking hand in her!" Jerry yelled, sinking his wrist into the marshy cavern. "Goddamn hairy shit. I don't believe it. It's big enought for a fucking army! Oh, shit. Come on, baby, make me cum! I can feel my goddamn hand with my prick! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum! He held onto the slippery body, digging his fingers into the sweaty skin as he fucked mindlessly into her asshole, feeling his hand in her cunt, separated by only a thin membrane. With a final groan he shot his load, falling heavily onto her bounding rear. Marsha continued to shake uncontrollably, her orgasm sweeping her in continuous waves. Her lips clamped like a vise on the prick in her mouth, biting down until the boy cried out in pain. "Goddamn bitch! Leggo! You're biting my prick off!" He jerked back, pulling his dick free, examining it carefully for damage. "Goddamn bitch whore!" he swung and slapped her full across the face, furious at having his cum cut short. "Didn't even get to cum! Coulda bitten my fuckin' dick off!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry ... please, don't hit me. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't know what I was doing," Marsha cried piteously. "I'll do it again-anything-please don't hurt me!" She drew back from the murderous fury in the pale blue eyes that were blazing at her.
"Wha ... what happened?" asked the other boy, withdrawing his fist from her cunt and his dick from her ass with a loud noise. He slapped her gently on her sweating buttocks in appreciation. "Gave me a real good ride," he commented, looking at his shrunken dick in satisfaction. "Must of sent a bucket of cum up her ass! Here it comes now." He looked in fascination as the woman's asshole puckered and exuded a gobbet of white sperm with a sound like a fart. It ran down the crevice, dripping onto the stained sheet.
"Almost bit my goddamn cock off!" the other boy complained, waving his semi-erect pecker in the air accusingly. "Look at that... teeth marks. And I didn't even cum! I want my money back!
I'm gonna beat the shit out of her! Goddamn whore!" He swung his fist viciously and Marsha cowered back, unable to believe what was happening. Her previous lust had drained from her body, leaving her cold and shaking.
"Not in the face. Hell George, Donny'll kill us," reasoned the other boy, grabbing his brother's arm.
"Well... she ain't gonna get away with it! Crap! Pay five bucks and almost get ruined..." muttered George, lowering his arm.
"We'll fix her so it don't show," Jerry continued, a strange light shining in his pale eyes. "Remember that Mex girl? Huh?" He poked his brother in the ribs with .his elbow, grinning lewdly.
"Sure. Yeah, you're a smart one!" approved the other boy. "Don't move, bitch," he admonished as Marsha sought to scramble to the other side of the bed. "Just lie there ... that's it, stay on your knees with your ass up. He ran his hand over the expanse of creamy buttocks and snapped the garter belt straps hard, stinging her. "Don't make a sound, or I'll smash your face in." He reached over and picked up his heavy leather belt, swishing it through the air menacingly. "Now spread your legs, baby ... point your cunt up! You're a dirty whore and I'm gonna punish you for it, right on your smelly cunt. He raised the belt in the air and let it fall, slapping against the wet gash of her open cunt.
As the thick leather hit her tender cunt, Marsha's knees buckled and she fell face down on the bed, moaning.
"Hey! Get up! Aw, shit, turn her over, Jerry, and hold her legs! This is gonna be fun!" He rubbed his cock between his fingers, a strange, faraway look in his eyes. As his brother turned the supine body over and spread her legs apart, he whistled faintly between his teeth, then raised the belt and slashed viciously at her exposed twat. Again and again. He plied the whip with a mindless intensity, watching the tender flesh swell and turn bright red. His hand pulled on his cock as the thrill of hurting someone raged in his groin.
"Oh ... nnnoooo ... you're killing me ... oh it hurts ... oh God ... help me!" Marsha babbled as waves of pain shot through her. She twisted frantically, trying to escape the lashing, trying to close her legs against the assault.
"She's passing out, George," cried Jerry. "Wait a minute. My turn."
"Aw, shit!" the other boy stood back, his arm dropping to his side. "I wanna hear her scream!" He slapped Marsha's face sharply, noting her glazed eyes and open mouth. "Here ... get that bottle over there! She likes it in the ass, well I'll give it to her. He grabbed the bottle in one hand and rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her ass cheeks apart. "This should wake her up!" He grinned, a drop of spittle running down his chin, his blond curls rumpled over his forehead, his blue eyes glazed with strange lust. He shoved the bottle into the tiny aperture, relishing her scream.
"Oh, no, not that," babbled Marsha. The bottle was at least twice as thick as any of the cocks that had reamed her, and she felt like she was ripping apart. "Take it out-you're splitting me in two!" she begged.
"Ha! You love it, remember?" George said, ramming the bottle in and out. "You came all over the place and almost bit my cock off! Well, I wanna watch you cum with this in your ass. Hey, Jerry, spank her cunt some more, just kinda gentle, like. Don't want her to pass out again, do we? This is good, isn't it. Tell me how much you like it or I'll break it off in there!" He gave an especially vicious shove, causing Marsha to jump.
"Oh, yes, I love it... fuck me more ... fuck my ass with the bottle," Marsha chanted, wondering if she could fake an orgasm to satisfy the evil boys. She knew they wouldn't quit until she came, begging for more, turned on by a bottle in her ass.
The bottle began to slip smoothly in and out of her greasy ass, well lubricated by Jerry's cum, and as the membranes adjusted to the huge size of the glass invader, Marsha felt the first tendrils of pleasure stir in her gut, spreading through her ravaged ass and smarting cunt. Moisture began to well in her depths, oozing onto the swollen lips of her cunny.
"Hey! She's getting wet!" Jerry shouted. "She's getting into it. Hey, George-ram her harder!"
"You like it... tell me you want it... tell me how horny you are, how much you wanna get fucked!" crooned George, ripping in and out of her ass with the bottle. "Beg me. Come on, bitch, tell me what you want!"
"Fuck meee! FUCK MY ASS! OHHHhhhh ... it hurts ... good! Give me pain, I deserve it!" Marsha moaned, thrusting her ass against the bottle, reveling in the pain that ripped through her butt. Pain combined with pleasure, pain turned into raging lust. She loved the pain, welcomed it, wanted more. She thrashed and moaned, opening her pussy to the stroking whip, welcoming it like a lover, begging for more, wanting to be whipped to a bloody mess.
"Hit her cunt harder!" cried George in a frenzy, plunging the bottle in and out with one hand, jacking his cock with the other. "Hurt her! She loves it! She's cuming all over the place! Man, look at her go! She's taking the bottle like it's nothing! Goddamn, what a whore! Fuck it, bitch! Fuck the bottle! Come on, give me a show. Show me how you love it! Fuck, fuck, fuck-uh-uh-uh ..." He was doubled up now, fucking his cock with his hand furiously, slamming the bottle in her rear. "I'm gonna take the bottle out and put my cock in!" he wheezed. "I can't stand it, I gotta cum in her ass." He drew the bottle out and fell on her, ramming his cock into the emptied hole.
"Here! Gimme the bottle!" cried his brother! "I'm gonna shove it in her cunt!" He grabbed the slimy bottle and rammed it up the woman, never pausing.
"Oh, I can feel it in there!" grunted George, flailing his hips as he ground into her battered ass. "I can feel the bottle in her cunt!"
Marsha felt the vicious stab as the glass bottle pierced her swollen cunt, then felt only mindless pleasure as her twat stretched and received it, sucking it in. She thought that she could take anything-anything in there. She felt as big as a cavern, willing and able to suck anything into her raging pussy! The boy's prick felt tiny to her now, her muscles stretched from the fucking with the bottle. But it was still good, still enough to send waves of orgasm through her. She humped wildly. Pain had been overcome by a wonderful floating feeling. She was above pain, above pleasure ... in another world, a world of pure lust. She felt like she could look down on the lewd scene, watching as the two boys ravaged her, seeing one bouncing wildly on her ass, the other cramming her hungry pussy with the bottle as he jacked his own cock. She watched as his cock jumped and spewed, sending the thick rivulets of sperm over her, hitting her thrashing body. He slammed the bottle into her cunt one last time and slumped forward on the bed groaning. And finally she felt the prick in her bum hole explode, soothing her tortured insides with the thick cum. She spasmed again weakly, and just lay there, her legs dangling. Her pussy pulsed in a final tremor and the bottle fell out and smashed on the floor.
"Hoooo, boy, what a trip," breathed the boy behind her.
"Yeah. Far out," agreed the other. "She really dug it."
Marsha rolled over, hiding her face. She was deeply shamed at the action of her body. It seemed nothing could stop her. Pain only made her more abandoned, more eager for fucking.
"Jesus, she'd fuck anything," Jerry continued in amazement. "She came like a rocket, and we were beating the shit out of her!"
"Should've broken the bottle up her ass," the other boy muttered. "But I wanted to fuck it real bad-oh, well, I guess' we got our money's worth. And I bet she won't bite anybody's prick again!"
"Naw, guess not. Well, let's go." He stood up and looked at the woman on the bed. "You're a real mess," he offered. "But you're a pretty good fuck for an old lady. Hope we didn't hurt you too much ... but shit! You loved it, didn't you."
"Yes. Yes, I did." Marsha was sobbing softly now. She knew how she must look, covered with sperm, her body bruised and bleeding. "I'm a whore ... a filthy whore ... and I deserved it. All of it____"
"Yeah. Well, see ya around." The two boys gazed down at her, their faces angelic again.
Chapter Nine
Marsha lay there for a moment, shaken by the episode. The pain in her body was nothing as compared to the mental anguish she suffered. She couldn't believe that she had actually had an orgasm while being fucked with a bottle and beaten on the cunt.
Those horrible, perverted boys, she sobbed. How could anyone be like that? At their age ... I never knew people like that existed! And I'm even worse, I enjoyed it! I wanted to be beaten! I fucked that bottle like it was the juiciest prick in the world! I should be beaten. I'm a horrible, evil woman, but what good does it do if I enjoy it? Can nothing stop me? Her thoughts whirled as she lashed herself mentally, hating what she had become. She didn't realize that she was stirred up to a point that her body craved humiliation, actually needing it. If I could only get away, rest for a while, maybe I could control myself, she thought. But how? I'm locked in. How many more will there be? What else can he do to me? I'm so far gone now ... OH, GOD! PUNISH ME FOR MY SINS! "Someone," she moaned weakly. She was beginning to enjoy herself, to enjoy the feeling of deep degradation that swept through her.
Abjectly, she pleaded for someone to punish her further, to grind her into the dirt where she belonged. She pictured herself confessing her sins and being reprimanded severely, being beaten until blood flowed, freeing her from her anguish. If there had been a hair shirt around, she would have gladly put it on, would have gladly smeared ashes on her face and confessed her sins in the streets. She wanted to! She wanted to be scorned and reviled! At her lowest ebb Marsha groveled in her bed of shame, feeling a perverse twinge of pleasure as she wallowed in self abnegation.
But the human body and mind are remarkably resilient, and soon she was telling herself that the worst was over. After all, she reasoned, Donny should have gotten his revenge by now. And if I could take this last experience, I surely can take anything! So what if I'm evil? I'll reform as soon as I get out of here. There's no sense in berating myself-there's nothing I can do! Logically calming herself, Marsha got off the bed and went to the bathroom, intending to take a quick shower. I've got to remain calm-I've got to get out and find my daughter. I'll just forget about that last mess. Hastily she stepped into the shower, blocking her damning thoughts.
"You in there, Marsha?" a voice called. "It's just me. Thought we could have a break together. You deserve it-gosh, I'm sorry about those last two! I didn't know they were nuts. Mickey just told me they broke a Coke bottle in a girl's ass last year."
Donny stepped into the bathroom and looked at Marsha anxiously. "You okay?" "Yeah, you little prick, no thanks to you!" Marsha answered viciously. "They could have killed me and it would be your fault! But I took care of them, don't worry about me! Your little game isn't working, sweetie ... I can take on anything you've got and still want more!"
Donny looked at her miserably. She didn't look like she'd suffered any, he thought angrily. She probably enjoys it. Aw, shit. How was I supposed to know? I thought I'd just have a couple of guys ball her and she'd feel really shitty about it and ... Donny didn't know what he wanted any more. One part of him still wanted his mistress to suffer, but he didn't really want her hurt... not badly. The thought of those two boys and their Coke bottle made him shiver. And now Mickey had taken over, and Mickey was a big boy with rough friends. A few of these friends were in the kitchen now, drinking beer and waiting their turns. He didn't like to think of what they'd do if they didn't get one.
"I'll take care of them, Donny. Just get them in and out fast. Maybe you can help me get away after dark."
"Okay, sure I will! If you could just take care of some of the ... Mickey's friends ... maybe the rest'U leave."
"Hey! Hurry up in there, Donny! Ain't ya popped your nuts yet? There're some pretty horny guys waiting out here!" a loud voice called.
"Yeah, coming, Mick!" Donny answered, glancing at Marsha as if to say "See what I mean?"
She nodded once. "Okay, Donny, I'm counting on you, honey. Just send the boys in as quick as you can, and you can get me out later. If I can just get out, I'll be all right. You don't think any of them will try to stay, do you?" She looked at him apprehensively.
"Naw. Just act so scared that you wouldn't dare do anything-you know?" Donny said.
"Yes, I do know," she murmured. "I still don't want this to come out-but if it has too, that's the way it is. I've gotta get out of here and find Jo Anne! She may be hurt, in trouble." A crazed look began to shine in her eyes.
"Yeah, just take care of the rest of the boys. Gosh, I'm sorry ... I'll give you the money you've made if you want."
"God! Of course not! Don't make me sick!" She laughed insanely. "Is this never going to end? Get out of here, you little creep, get those other boys in here! I want to get this over with!"
"Okay, don't get excited," Donny said sullenly. He considered his offer of the money nothing short of magnanimous, and was pissed at her violent rejection.
"She's okay, good shape, in fact. Sucked me off in no time flat."
Marsha closed her ears to the bragging voice and arranged herself on the bed.
The next hour was a complete blur. She had a vague recollection of a parade of erect cocks she sucked and fucked, swallowing cum until her throat was parched and her vagina sore. At intervals she had staggered to the bathroom and cleansed herself, wiping her sore ass, rubbing off the accumulated filth of myriad sexual encounters. Someone had brought her drinks occasionally, and her head spun from the alcohol. Now she hung over the toilet, hoping that she'd retch, spewing up the gallons of sperm in her stomach. The thought of all the cocks she'd sucked made her ill. She wondered feverishly why she'd ever given her first blow-job. It seemed a horrible thing to do now. She wouldn't care if she ever licked another dick again. However, her pussy was still as lustful as before. It was seemingly insatiable, taking all comers with a magnificent disregard for size or shape, clenching greedily, sucking the jism out of any dick it could and begging for more. She had had so many orgasms she had lost count. And it was no longer pleasant at all, just a reflex spasm of her tortured nerves. No matter how hard she resisted, her body still shuddered and shook with convulsions. Her insides hurt from" cumming so many times, and her pussy felt drained. And she knew there were more. She could hear voices now. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her next ravishers, not caring who or what they were.
"How do you want it, honey?" she asked dully. "Mouth, cunt, or ass. I do it all. Take your pants off and put them on the chair." She held out her arms shakingly, smiling mechanically. There was no answer and she opened her eyes, wondering what was wrong. Her jaw dropped in amazement. There were at least ten boys crowded into her room, of all shapes and sizes. Some of them had already dropped their pants and were stroking their cock? into hardness, others were just watching.
"Wha-what's going on?" she asked nervously.
"Donny said you were getting a little tired, so I thought we'd all have a last crack at you and then let you get a good night's sleep," said one boy, walking toward her. He had a large, thick cock which looked very familiar, and Marsha looked at his face, wondering who it was. "Mickey?" she asked.
"That's right, honey. Good memory-bet she never forgets a cock-you can start with me, honey. Give me a nice blow-job like you did earlier, and no funny business, eh?"
"Oh, no. I'll suck it good," she promised, reaching for it quickly, jerking it a few strokes, then cramming it into her mouth, trying not to gag.
"Eager, aren't you. She don't look tired to me, Donny," he hollered. "Looks like she's in good shape. That's it, baby, suck it. Guys, grab whatever you want." He waved his free hand at Marsha, indicating that she was fair game.
Marsha felt a small pair of hands fasten on her tits, followed by an eager, sucking mouth, while another mouth glued itself to her, followed by a thin cock. Her pussy clamped involuntarily, drawing the cock into its warm folds, and Marsha was lost again. Forgetting her aversion to sucking any more dicks, she lapped at Mickey's thick root, burying her nose in his balls and inhaling the musky odor of sex. She felt another body climb on her back and poke hesitantly at her ass and she obligingly spread her cheeks as far as she could, ranting to feel him enter her asshole. She rocked ']ack and forth, sucking, fucking, her body alive with sensation.
"Here it comes!" shouted Mickey, filling her mouth with his thick cream. "Swallow it, bitch!" He pulled out his dripping pecker and stood aside, wiping it between his fingers. "Anybody want the mouth?"
"I do! I do!" cried a thin youth, dragging his half-erect peter from his pants and aiming it at the woman's wide open mouth. Marsha automatically opened her mouth and clamped down on the newest cock, quickly swallowing the remnants of Mickey's sperm.
Mickey strolled back to where Donny was standing and put his arm over the younger boy's shoulders. "She's a fucking gold mine!" he exulted. "We've made over a hundred bucks, and she's still going strong! Look at her go!" He pointed at the heap of bodies across the room and Donny unwillingly followed his pointing finger. He winced. His former mistress was almost covered by a swarm of young boys ... there was one fucking her ass, one fucking her cunt, one licking her stomach, one sucking her tits, and two fucking into her mouth.
"Two ... Jesus! Would you look at that! She's blowing two guys at the same time!" Mickey said excitedly. "What a broad! Goddamn, look at her, Donny!"
"I am," Donny breathed. He felt his penis getting hard. Despite the grossness of the scene, it was turning him on. He could feel his balls harden and lift with desire.
"Oh, boy!" Mickey exclaimed. "I'm getting me some more of that!" Donny watched as he strode to the bed, pushed off the boy on Marsha's back and climbed on himself, hunching violently. The displaced boy sat for a moment on the floor, rubbing his eyes, not sure of what had happened, then shrugged his shoulders and grabbed one of Marsha's limp hands, folding it around his cock and fucking in her fist.
God! It's a real gangbang, Donny thought, watching avidly. He'd never seen anything like this before! He watched the boys squirming over her whole body, fucking her in every conceivable fashion. One was even rubbing his cock into her hair, jerking frantically as his cock spurted in her face. Marsha didn't even seem to notice. She was too intent on bringing off the two cocks in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. The boy beneath her finished and rolled away, his place quickly taken by another youth who jammed his cock into her steaming hole. The air was heavy with the smell of semen and sweat, and loud suckings and gulpings made the music of sex fill the room. Cries of lust rang out-"Fuck! Suck! Eat it! Cum! Cunt! Whore!" Donny watched wildly, his eyes darting, trying not to miss a single exciting moment. His hand rubbed up and down on his cock, pulling it to orgasm.
"Hey!" yelled Mickey. "Stick it here, Donny! I'm done. Her ass is yours!" Grinning, he held off the clambering boys, motioning to Donny with one hand. "I got it nice and hot for you, ol' buddy!" he crowed. "Come on!"
With a muffled curse Donny ran over and climbed on the bed.
"Fuck," he breathed, opening her ass with his hands. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He plunged in, the hot warmth of her ass closing over him. He felt like he was drowning! It was sloshy and wet in there-filled with the leavings of countless other boys, and he bucked and heaved into the sloppy mess, frantic with lust. "Oh, uh-uh-uh," he groaned. Gone was his pity for his former mistress. He had forgotten his plans to free her. This was too good, too much! His need for a blinding orgasm overcame his remaining scruples and he pounded into the woman's trembling ass, shaking.
"Thataboy, Donny!" cried Mickey. His face was only inches away from Donny's prick as he watched his friend pound his meat into her creamy ass. He ran out an experimental hand and touched Donny's balls, feeling how wet and sweaty they were, swimming in a sea of semen and sweat. "Fuck her, make her scream!" Mickey began to jack his prick again, forcing stiffness. He slapped a hand hard onto the white rump, watching with fascination as the red mark formed. "Goddamn whore," he muttered. "Look at her cum!"
And Marsha was cumming; a continuous series of orgasms ripped through her. She could scarcely tell where one ended and another began. She was stuffed with cock in every conceivable place. Little boys pawed at her breasts, her cunt, cocks stuck her and came and were replaced by other cocks who rammed into her softness and came and were replaced. It was an unending torrent of lust, and she reveled in it, her body trembling and shaking, her crazed mind wanting more cock, more cum. She finished the two in her mouth, swallowing the double load of sperm, opening her mouth for more. The cock in her cunt climaxed and withdrew, the semen running down her legs.... "More, more," she mumbled, licking her lips.
"Put it in my mouth. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Donny wrenched out his orgasm, spewing into Marsha's bowels, feeling rope after rope of thick sperm fly from the head of his cock and hit the trembling walls of her shit hole. He felt completely exhausted. It had been quite a day. He withdrew himself, groaning and slumped against the wall, watching the orgy. It showed no signs of abating.
Another boy had taken his place and was pumping into her full asshole, grunting with lust. He had never known that people could be such animals-beneath the thin veneer of civilization lay this-this savage lust. He watched wearily as two boys pointed their rigid dicks at Marsha's cunt and entered in unison. He couldn't believe her pussy could stretch to take the both of them! He remembered how tight it had felt the first time he had fucked her. It had fit his cock like a velvet glove and had sucked as gently as a kitten. He could hardly recognize his sophisticated mistress in this lust crazed wanton who was being beseiged from all sides, and loving it! But who was he to complain-after all, it was his idea-and he had fucked her just as enthusiastically as anyone here. Feeling slightly sick, all illusions gone, Donny put his head in his hands and mourned his lost innocence.
Chapter Ten
Billy was crouched outside, watching the door. He didn't know what was going on. He had arrived promptly at two-thirty and knocked on the door and a strange boy had answered it, asking roughly who had sent him.
"Ah ... paperboy," he had stammered, peering around the boy into the house. What was going on? he wondered. There was a crowd of boys inside, milling around. He could hear a few voices saying things that he didn't understand. Things like Boy! Try the ass. It's really something! and She sucked me off twice! and Wait'11 you stick it in her cunt! She's got muscles you wouldn't believe.
"We don't want no papers!" the strange boy said roughly, pushing him backwards.
"Isn't this Mrs. Bowen's house?" Billy quavered, scared but determined. He didn't know what was going on, but the nice lady had told him to come at two-thirty and here he was.
"She ain't here. Go on home, kid. Unless you have five bucks you wanna spend. Show you a really hot time!" The boy leered at him suggestively.
"I don't have any money," Billy said hurriedly, backing away. For he had heard a woman's thin wail from upstairs-and somehow he knew that it was Mrs. Bowen, and these boys were doing something terrible to her.
"Yeah, kid, run on home. You're too young, anyhow," the boy sneered, slamming the door in his face. Billy stood there, rubbing his face thoughtfully, then he walked over and sat under the tree to think. As he sat there, he saw several more boys come along and knock on the door. These were all admitted after a brief conference. Outside it was quiet, the air-conditioning masking any sign of what was going on inside. And something was going on-there was no doubt in his mind-and it concerned Mrs. Bowen.
"Poor lady," he said softly to himself. He knew in his heart that Mrs. Bowen was a good woman, maybe not good in the sense that his mother meant when she said it, but good inside. She had been so nice to him. And he wasn't going to let those mean boys hurt her any more, if he could help it. If only I was bigger, he thought mournfully, wanting to go in himself and rescue her, but knowing the idea was absurd. And he certainly didn't want to go to the police. He'd had enough experience to know that they would probably find the older woman responsible. His parents-he rejected the thought unhesitatingly. They were worse than the cops. He grimaced, cudgeling his brains to think of someone to help Mrs. Bowen....
"My uncle!" he breathed, sitting up straight.
"Uncle Jim!" A picture of his uncle flitted through his mind. Six-two, three hundred pounds, heavy muscles, and a kind heart. In fact, Uncle Jim was one of the kindest men he'd ever known. He had an unfailing talent for listening to and solving his small nephew's problems. Billy jumped on his bike and began pedaling furiously across town. "Gotta hurry! He'll help her. I know he will!" he thought, hope giving his feet wings as he pedaled on.
Jim Smathers was sitting on his front porch, relaxing after a hard morning's work, when he saw his small nephew pedaling furiously towards him. Now, I wonder what's up? he mused slowly. Looks like Billy's in a real hurry! He stood up ponderously, shading his eyes. "What's up, buddy?" he asked affectionately as the small form of his favorite nephew hurtled up the front stairs.
"You ... gotta help ... lady in trouble ... bad boys ... need help," Billy panted, flinging himself on his tall uncle and pulling at his arm. "Come on!"
"Whoa-hold on, youngster! What lady? Suppose you sit down and tell me what's going on." He looked at his nephew searchingly. The boy sure did look wild eyed and excited, on the verge of crying.
"Well," Billy gulped, for the first time wondering how this was going to sound to an adult. "You see, there's this lady ... and she was teaching me how to make love. And she's a NICE lady, uncle, and now some boys have got her and are holding her prisoner or something. I don't know what, but something's going on, and it's bad.
She's screaming and all, and she's a NICE LADY!" he finished, looking at his uncle beseechingly.
"She's teaching you how to make love?" Jim Smathers looked at his nephew in bewilderment. "When did she do this? Teach you, I mean."
"Yesterday. And I was supposed to come back today and I did and all these guys were there ... come on!" Billy said impatiently.
"Wait a minute. I want to get to the bottom of this." He stared at the boy in front of him again, wondering how old he was-oh yes, thirteen last month... "Thirteen!" he shouted suddenly. "You're only thirteen!"
"Yessir. That's right. Now can you come? If you can't, I don't know what to do. I can't tell Dad-he'll kill me. I don't have anywhere else to go." The boy looked at his uncle mournfully. He had been so sure he would help, and here he was, acting like any other grownup.
Jim Smathers was trying to remember his first sexual experience. He had been ... fifteen? No, fourteen. And it had been a mess. He grinned wryly, remembering his own disgust and the disappointment that had taken him years to overcome. He glanced at his nephew. At least, the boy didn't seem scarred by his experience-on the contrary, he was eager to repeat it, it seemed. "Uh ... what did the lady teach you, Billy?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, you know," the boy blushed. "She showed me her ... cunt, and showed me how to fuck her, and then she sucked me and I ate her," the boy finished in a rush. "Could we go now? I know she's in trouble!"
Jim stared at the matter of fact recital. Good Lord, he thought. I didn't eat pussy 'til I was twenty! And I didn't like it for years. I dunno-maybe this is the right way to break kids in. He licked his lips nervously. He didn't have any kids of his own, and the conversation was making him sweat. He didn't know if he were doing the right thing or not-maybe he should call the police and have the woman arrested. After all, seducing minors. Then he looked at Billy's worried face again and decided. No woman who could make a young boy protect her like that could be all bad.
"Is she a whore, Billy? A-prostitute? Maybe those boys are just her customers," he said gently, trying not to disillusion the boy about his first love.
"Oh, gosh no! She's a nice lady! Mrs. Bowen-Jo Anne's mother. You know her." Billy was all indignant protest.
Jim Smathers felt like he'd been hit with a thunderbolt. Marsha Bowen! He had noticed her often, had wanted to ask her out after her husband died, and had never dared! He'd heard through the grapevine that she'd had several affairs with married men, but he'd never suspected she seduced young boys! Maybe she's just started, he thought, confused. Of all people.... He couldn't believe it. "Are you sure?" he mumbled.
"Of course I'm sure! Gosh, I spent the whole afternoon with her! And she's wonderful-really a nice lady. She was real nice to me," Billy concluded, a worshipful look on his face.
Well, that does it! Jim thought. Marsha Bowen! If what the boy says is true-^and I'm sure it is-I've gotta help her, even if she did seduce my nephew. He's right, she's a real nice lady. "Okay, Billy, let's go," Jim said. "How many boys would you say are over there?"
"Oh, gee, I dunno. Twenty or so," Billy said. He was happy now. He was going to rescue his lady, his wonderful lady who had taught him such nice things.
"Well, I'll take care of it. You better go home," Jim Smathers said. Of all things, he had never imagined himself going to the rescue of a seductress of young boys. He wondered briefly why a good-looking lady like that had chosen to seduce his nephew, then shrugged his shoulders philosophically. Human nature and its many quirks were beyond him. Maybe it wasn't wrong-it didn't seem to have harmed the boy. It was certainly preferable to his introduction to sex. "Don't worry about it, Billy," he said.
"No. I want to help," Billy said staunchly. "I'd have gone in by myself, but I'm too little, and it wouldn't have done any good. I want to help you. Anyhow, she's probably scared and all, and she doesn't know you real well. I mean, like she knows me.
Jim looked at the boy in amusement. No, he thought. I guess not. He laughed aloud at the thought-his nephew had seduced the very woman he had wanted for years! The thought might have made another man mad, but Jim was a very tolerant man. He had seen enough in his life to be fair to anybody's mistakes. "Okay, buddy, but it might not be very pretty," he warned. "But you're right. She's your girl friend."
Billy smiled at him gratefully. "No she isn't. She was just being nice to me," he confided in a small voice. "I think she's a real unhappy lady. But she's wonderful. I love her."
Inside Marsha Bowen's house the orgy was still going full blast. Someone had gone out to tap for beer and brought it to the bedroom, and half the participants were pouring the beverage down their parched throats.
"Hey! Give the whore some!" some boy called.
"Yeah! She's doing great! Give the whore a beer!" another chimed in. He was a small thin boy, and he had just shot his second load onto Marsha's pussy. He was feeling very manly as he sat cross-legged on the floor, swilling beer and watching his friends fucking on the bed.
"Pour it on her! She's got a hot body!" another laughed. He was just inserting his short thick root into Marsha's ass. "Whooee! It's burning hot! Hey, gimme a beer man! I'm gonna cool her off!"
Someone handed him an opened can of beer and he raised it high, splashing it over Marsha's plunging hips in a golden stream. She shuddered as the cool liquid hit her buttocks, flinching in reflex action. A small boy knelt beside her and began licking the beer off her back. She groaned at the new stimulus to her nerves. She was a mass of exposed nerve-ends now, her body a quivering jelly of stimulation. She quivered faintly, her muscles spasming. She had never imagined anything like this; she doubted if anyone had. She'd never heard of anyone being gangbanged and enjoying it-but here she was, wallowing under the bodies of five boys, her every orifice swimming in spent semen, her body aching and exhausted, and she still wanted more!
She doubted if she would ever be satisfied. There wasn't enough cock in the world to satiate her. She was one open, hungry cunt, drinking in every new sensation like alcohol. It intoxicated her. She was drunk with lust, addicted to it. She didn't think she could ever stop cumming. She saw no end in sight to the uncontrollable spasms that wracked her. Her body was growing weak and drained, but it still kept on coming. She didn't know how she could have any desire left in her-she should have been drained an hour ago-sucked dry. And still her body responded, weakly, but responding. She groaned feebly, her hps making sucking sounds as she groped for another cock. Someone lifted her by the hair and poured some beer down her throat. She coughed and choked, sputtering. "Cock ... I want more cock," she managed. "In my mouth, cock...." Someone obligingly filled her mouth and she sucked like a baby at a bottle. She was hooked. Her mind no longer functioned except to remind her of the sensations taking place. She was no longer even human; she was the epitome of animal lust.
"Goddamn," a voice said wonderingly. "She's still going! I've never seen anything like it. She shoulda passed out by now." Mickey looked at her, remembering how she had fainted the first time he'd fucked her and he had taken her unconscious body. He couldn't understand how she was still conscious, much less enjoying it. And there was no doubt that she was. Her body didn't thrash around like it had before, but her orgasms were unmistakable. Her skin rippled when one hit her and her hips shook. I'm all fucked out and she's still cumming, he thought enviously. He'd cum four times, and he was drained. Wish I were a broad, he thought, and was beginning to feel a strange affection for this woman who took whatever was dished out and came back for more. She's a real cool broad, he thought, paying her a supreme compliment. He looked at Donny. His friend was sitting with his back propped against the wall, staring into space. He felt sorry for him, and he didn't know why. After all, this had been his idea. "Hey, Donny," he called. "How's it going?" "Okay." The boy's voice was dull. "Ready to wind it up? I think the broad deserves a rest."
"Yeah. Guess so." He didn't move. "Wanna fuck her again?" Mickey leered suggestively, motioning with his eyebrows. "Naw. You go ahead."
"Me neither. I'm kinda tried. It was hard work, getting all these guys together. Anyhow, I fucked her four times." Mickey's voice was defensive.
"Yeah. Well... let's get the guys out of here."
"Yeah. Then we can count the money!" Mickey smiled, remembering the thick wad of greenbacks. "Fifty-fifty, huh? I got the guys, and you got the broad. Fair?"
"Keep it." Donny stood up. "I got what I wanted."
Mickey looked at him, dumbfounded. A really weird guy, he thought. Whole thing was his idea ... oh well, I ain't gonna bitch. "Okay, guys," he called. "Last fuck. Wind it up!"
"Aw!-SHIT!-Oh, no, Mickey!-The nights's young!-We're just getting started!" voices coursed out in unison
"No shit, fellows, fuck her once more and call it quits! Everybody got their money's worth. I don't wanna hear no bitchin'!" Mickey stood up, looking menacing in the twilight. "It's getting late. Wind it up! I mean it!"
There were a few ribald comments concerning Mickey's virility, but the boys obeyed. After all, they had certainly gotten far more than five bucks worth, and most of them were almost fucked out, anyhow. It was much better to leave like this, thinking you could have gotten it up one more time than to slink out with a drained set of balls. They fell onto Marsha's body again, determined to have one more cum.
"Jesus! The place is a mess," Donny said slowly, looking at the disordered room. Beer cans were all over the floor, as well as discarded clothing and crushed cigarettes. He looked at the humping bodies on the bed, his lip curling in disgust. "Animals." He kicked a beer can viciously and strode out of the room.
Mickey was standing there indecisively, wondering whether to try one last fuck or not, when the doorbell rang. The sound was so unexpected that it didn't penetrate at first. It rang again, sharply. "Who the hell?" he muttered, going to the door and opening it. "Oh, it's you. I told ya, we don't want no papers. Go on home."
"I've got some money now," Billy quavered. His
Uncle Jim had thought up this ploy to get them inside when Billy had told him the boy had asked for money before. "How much is it?"
"It's too late, kid, we're closing up for the night. Why don't you save it and come back tomorrow," Mickey said, grinning. He had a sudden vision of wealth ... if he could keep this going. "She'll be here tomorrow if you can wait! You're young enough, you can wait!"
"I can't." A big figure loomed in the darkness. "I want to see the lady now, buster."
Mickey backed up. He hadn't planned on any grown men coming to the house. Oh, well, he thought. They're just like the rest. Maybe I'll up the price if I can get grownups. "I'm sorry, we're closed," he said placatingly.
"I said now!" A big hand met his chest and pushed him unceremoniously back into the house. "Where is she? Upstairs?"
"Yessir, but she's, busy now. If you'll wait a minute," Mickey stuttered, trying to get between the big man and the staircase.
The man looked at him as if he were an annoying insect and pushed him aside, taking the stairs two at a time. He paused at the entrance to the bedroom, then flung open the door. Jim Smathers stood there for a minute, his mouth twisting in pain and disgust, then bellowed in a voice to shake the rafters, "All right! Everybody out! You little bastards, get out! This minute! Move it!" He grabbed the nearest boy by the scruff of the neck and shook him like a dog would a rat.
"Jesus ..."-"Wha' the-"-"Who is it?"-"The cops!"-Lemme outta here!"-the boys scrambled around frantically collecting their clothes, their belongings, and sidling by the big man in the door. In a very few minutes, the room was clear. Jim Smathers walked over to the bed and stared at Marsha's bruised body, then pulled the covers gently over her. Her eyes stared up at him without recognition.
"I, uh, did you want to fuck me?" she asked wearily.
"No, honey, just rest. I'll be back in a minute and we can talk. I'm Billy's uncle."
Billy who? she thought confusedly,, thankfully closing her eyes, letting her troubled mind find refuge in sleep.
Jim Smathers closed the door behind him and walked downstairs. Billy was standing by the door watching as the last of the boys disappeared into the night.
"Is she okay?" the boy asked.
"Yes, she'll be all right, I think-I hope. If any of those little bastards ... oh, God, I'm going to be sick." The older man ran into the bathroom and retched, pouring out the vileness he had seen. "Little boys ... God! I'm gonna get to the bottom of this," he promised. "Let her rest awhile, then I'm gonna find out what the hell's going on around here." He looked at the floor in the hall, picking up a wad of money. "What's this?"
"Mickey dropped it. I guess it's the money the guys paid to-you know," Billy said, staring at the floor.
Jim Smathers took the money and ripped it across in his strong fingers, scattering it on the floor in worthless pieces.
Marsha awoke. She stared around her uncomprehendingly, wondering what she was doing, lying in bed naked but for a flimsy garter belt. As the memory of the day burst upon her, she hid her face, cowering into the covers. Faces spun before her, glazed with lust, mouths slobbering vile words. And penises-a constant stream of erect pricks of every size and shape poking into her, spurting over her....
"Oh ..." she moaned. She looked down at her body. This time she hadn't escaped the ravages of lust. Her smooth skin was marked with angry red welts, her breasts were bruised, her belly covered with drying trails of semen. She staggered to the mirror and stared at herself-at her flushed face, clearly bearing the signs of age in its sagging contours, at her stained and battered body. There was blood on her thighs, drying in reddish-brown streaks. Her pussy was sore and mutilated, her ass a mess of broken flesh. Her cuntlips hung between her thighs looking used. Her fluffy bush was matted and snarled with sweat and sperm. She blushed vividly, remembering how she had been used and used again as a receptacle for the most unbridled lust-and had begged for more! She put her hands to her hot cheeks. The final blow had been the strange man who had so tenderly covered her ravaged body, looking at her with only compassion. She couldn't remember seeing such compassion in a man's eyes for a long time.
"Whoever he is," she murmured to herself mournfully, "after he finds out what /am..." She shivered, not wanting to see that pity change to disgust. "I wonder where he is ..." she frowned slightly. He had looked familiar, like someone she knew but couldn't quite place. "Well, it doesn't matter. He'll leave soon, and I'll be all alone." She began sobbing weakly, thinking of her lost daughter, lost forever because of her lust. Staggering, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was so hot that steam rose, she stepped in. An involuntary mewl of pain burst from her lips as the scalding hot water hit her bruised body, but she forced herself to relax and let the water do its healing work. Gradually the red welts faded and her skin began to return to its normal pink flush. She soaped herself, tenderly laving the raw flesh of her cunt, cleaning away all traces of sperm. She even forced the plastic nozzle of her douche bag between the swollen lips and cleansed herself thoroughly, front and back. Finally she felt a little better. She was still sore, but the raging pain was fading and she felt clean. "If only," she thought bitterly, "I could wash away the whole thing like it never happened." But she knew the events of the day were burned into her brain, a constant reminder of what her lust had led to. She was drying herself carefully when she heard a knock.
"Mrs. Bowen? It's Billy. My Uncle Jim wants to know if you'd like something to eat now."
"Uh ... yes, Billy ... that would be nice," Marsha said. Oh, God, if only Billy weren't mixed up in this! she thought. Somehow, the thought that the innocent thirteen-year-old had seen her humiliation was the worst blow of all.
"Whenever you're ready, just come on down," Billy said cheerfully. He certainly didn't sound dismayed at finding her like this, Marsha thought in confusion. He sounded happy! In fact, Billy was happy. He had rescued his beloved lady friend and his uncle seemed to like her... that was all he cared about.
He whistled as he clattered downstairs. "She says okay, Uncle Jim," he yelled. "She's taking a shower. I guess she's better now!"
Jim smiled at the boy. "That's good, Billy." He hadn't wanted to bring the boy-hadn't wanted him to see the lady degraded. He hoped she looked better when she came downstairs. She had been a mess when he had kicked the boys off her. He whistled soundlessly through his teeth as he prepared supper. He whirled around at the sound of high heels and braced himself.
"Mr. Smathers? I believe I've met you at the club," Marsha Bowen said, stretching out her hand. He looked at her in disbelief-she was a far cry from the disheveled woman he had last seen. Her blonde hair was brushed neatly from her face and secured by a band, her voluptuous body was clothed in a neat black dress, and she was smiling graciously, hand, extended in welcome. Jim Smathers raised his eyebrows, wondering what kind of woman this was, who could forget the events he had witnessed, then noticed that her smile was quivering at the corners of her mouth and her hand was shaking. Compassion flooded him, as well as admiration for her courage. He wiped his hand on his pants leg and took hers, leading her to a chair.
"Yes ... pleased to make your acquaintance again," he said formally. "I'm Billy's uncle. He came to me for help." His voice trailed off in embarrassment. He couldn't seem to connect the two women in his mind-the wanton and the lady-although the evidence was complete.
"Thank you so much," the lady whispered, her control breaking. "I don't know what to say ... it was so horrible . : . what must you think of me!" She looked at him wistfully, tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't cry, ma'am ... please don't!" Billy said suddenly, coming into the room. "You're safe now. We won't let those guys hurt you again!" He looked at his uncle fiercely, daring him to disagree with him, daring him to deride his lady. "I love you ... I told you I did!"
"No, Billy, you mustn't say that. You must forget all that," Marsha said weakly, looking at the tall man. Did he know? she wondered. Did he know that she had seduced his nephew?
"I know you told me not to tell, but I had to! I had to get someone to help me. I'm sorry I told! Will you forgive me?"
"Me ... forgive you? Oh, no! It's you who must forgive me! And you, Mr. Smathers! I have no excuse. I don't know what's happened to me! I'm an evil woman."
"Well, no, I wouldn't say that," Jim said judiciously. "I'm not one to judge-done some pretty bad things myself. Anyway, you haven't hurt Billy any that I can see! Why don't we eat supper, and then we'll talk about what to do. I take it you don't want to prosecute those boys?"
"Oh, no... God, no! It was all my fault!" Marshar said in horror. "And my daughter-she's gone. She saw me with one of them and she left. Oh, God! I don't know what to do!" She looked around in panic, as if expecting to see the peaceful scene disappear and the lecherous boys return, intent on seducing her again.
"Just calm down and eat your supper. You'll feel better after you eat. We'll help you find your daughter, won't we, Billy?" Jim pushed a steaming plate in front of the dejected woman.
"Oh, sure. I'll do anything for you, Mrs. Bowen. I love you!" Billy looked at Marsha with shining eyes.
"I told you-you have to forget that! Too young ..." Marsha mumbled in terror. "Please ..."
"Don't worry about Billy, Marsha," said Jim. "If he loves you, even if society says it's wrong, that's okay with me. There's too little love in this world to try and destroy it!"
Marsha looked at the man gratefully, wondering how anyone could be so understanding, and began to eat her supper.
Chapter Eleven
It was later that night. Marsha had finished her supper, and Jim had shooed her upstairs, telling her to rest for a couple of hours and then they'd talk. Billy had gone home, promising to return first thing in the morning. Jim Smathers sat alone in the living room, wondering what to do. He couldn't condemn her without hearing her story, but the fact remained that he couldn't imagine a good woman getting herself into this mess. Slipping once-that he could see. He could even vaguely comprehend her need for a young lover, but not a horde of them! And to top it all off, he was aware of a nagging desire for her. He had always wanted her sexy body, and now that he had seen her again! The thought of the bare breasts he had seen as he had covered her returned to cloud his mind.
Get a hold of yourself, he admonished himself. Probably the last thing she wants or needs is some damn fool lusting after her! Whatever her part in this, she needs a rest. God, the look on her face. He shuddered as he remembered the slack-jawed lust marring those "regular features. He could still hear her dull voice asking if he wanted to fuck her. "No! I've gotta just be a friend to her. Maybe later sometime, when this mess is forgotten ..." He lit a cigarette and drew the smoke raggedly into his lungs, trying to think of what he would say.
Marsha came slowly down the stairs, unwilling to face the man in her living room. He must hate me, she told herself. No matter what he says! Any normal person would hate me! She thought of the things she had done, the things which had been done to her, and shuddered. Her body had healed now, only a slight trace of puffiness in her pussy remained as a sign of her depravity. But she knew inside her the demon hadn't been stilled. It still waited, ready to grab her and plunge her again into animal passion! Despite her mental state, a feeling of contentment pervaded her, reminding her of her enslavement to lust in any form. "Never again!" she swore, pushing the thought down. "I'll be good from now on. I've got a second chance now, and I've got to forget all that." She strode firmly into the living room and smiled brightly.
Jim unwound his long legs and stood up, motioning for her to be seated and offering her a cigarette. She took one thankfully and faced him squarely. "I know you're wondering what's going on," she began.
"Suppose you just tell me the whole thing-right from the beginning. How long has this been, uh, going on?"
How long ... how long ... Marsha's mind whirled as she tried to think back. When did it start, her craving for young boys? Was it right after the death of her husband or the desertion of her last lover... when? She looked at him in consternation. "N-not long," she stammered.
"Well, who was the first? Billy?" Jim looked at her keenly, seeing her distress and hating himself for putting her through this, but knowing it must be done.
"N-no, it was Donny Johnson," she got out. "I had been having an affair with a married man, and he dumped me." She grimaced, remembering her pain, "... and then Jo Anne brought Donny home, and I don't really know what happened! I just wanted him ... wanted to fuck him." The word sounded strange on her lips, despite all she had been through. "And he seemed so sweet and like he loved me..." Her voice trailed off and she looked up, her eyes flooding. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I must be insane!"
"Ssshh, don't worry about that. You saw the boy and wanted to screw him. That seems normal." Somehow it sounded better in Jim's matter-of-fact voice. "So how did Billy get in on it? And what about the other boys? Did you just see them and want to fuck them, too?" A note of hardness crept into his voice.
"N-nooo, that was all a mistake. I mean, well, Donny and I had this affair for a few weeks, and then I thought he was cheating on me. I know it sounds awful, but I was so jealous and confused, and he was acting pushy and demanding. I was feeling really low one day and he wouldn't come see me, and then Billy came by to get the paper money and I just went crazy. I guess I seduced him." Her voice was almost a whisper now, as she remembered her seduction of the thirteen-year-old boy.
"Well, Billy seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it," Jim commented, "so I'm not going to pass any judgments on that. But those others-?"
"I don't know! Donny came over. He must have seen Billy leave ... he raped me! He forced me. He penetrated my rear." She shuddered. An avid light was beginning to glow in Ker eyes. "He hurt me, and I loved it! And then Jo Anne came home and saw us ... saw her mother fucking a teen-aged boy on the floor." She covered her eyes, trying to wipe out the vision of her daughter's horror. "And then ... God, I don't know what happened! There were these two other boys. They fucked me and sucked me and I blew them ... and ... oh, God! I enjoyed it! I loved it! They fucked me blind and I loved it! And then I think I passed out. The next thing I knew, I was upstairs and they were sending boys in to me to be fucked. I took care of all of them! There were two who beat me and shoved a bottle in me, and I loved it! I begged for more! And then they all took me-again and again-they fucked me in the ass, in the mouth, the cunt, everywhere! And I wanted it to happen! Can you understand? I wanted it!" She broke off suddenly and stared at the tall man, spittle dribbling down her chin. She had become unbearably excited during her recital, pressing her legs together as her remembered lust inflamed her.
Jim looked at her. He was deeply ashamed, for he, too, was excited. The lewd words tumbling from Marsha's mouth had conjured up scenes of depravity that tore into his gut, making his cock swell. He wished he had been there. He was jealous of the boys who had gotten the use of the magnificent body which trembled before him. She was a self-confessed wanton, a child molester, a lust-crazed object of young boys' lust, but he wanted her writhing beneath him, her legs wrapped around him, panting her lust in his ear! He stood up and walked across the room, beginning to understand the power sex had over a person.
"Well, say something! I know you hate me! Say it! Tell me what a horrible person I am! I can see it in your eyes, and you're right! I shouldn't be allowed to exist! And it's worse, worse, you hear! I still want it! Ill always want it! Oh, God!" Marsha screamed, the full facts of her predicament hitting her like a blow. Her panties were wet. Her thighs trembled as she remembered her lust and wanted more! She looked at the silent figure across the room, willing him to turn and see her. As he turned, she saw his eyes and knew he wanted her. She had seen that strange, hot look in too many men's eyes not to know what it meant! Even him, she thought bitterly, as her body jumped in exaltation. That's all they want-that's all I'm good for! And, God help me, I want him, too! As if in a dream, she arose and walked over to him, knowing he was watching every move, watching the firm sway of her buttocks, watching her tits rise in lust. Finally she stood before him.
She raised her head and looked him straight in the eye, daring him to deny her. "Do you see?" she whispered. "I've been denied love for so long all I have is sex. And it has to do. I can't help myself!"
With a groan, Jim reached out and folded her into his arms, pressing her against the full length of his body. He knew she could feel his erect penis digging into the softness of her stomach, and he made no attempt to hide his rising lust. He mashed her breasts against him, straining her lush body to his. "Upstairs," he whispered hoarsely.
"No, no, not there," Marsha replied frantically, not wanting to go into that room again. "Here-here on the couch ... ohhh!" She moaned as the tide of lust swept her, making her forget everything but the need to be fucked. "Hurry, darling! I need it! Now!" She fell onto the couch, pulling him with her, her clothing in disarray.
"No, lady, we'll do it my way or not at all," Jim Smathers replied. "Isn't there another room upstairs? I want you proper. I want you to be in a bed; I want you to do this knowing who I am. I'm not one of your kids!" He swung her into his arms and began carrying her up the stairs, her helpless in his massive arms. Marsha sighed and relaxed, the fierce need abating somewhat. She knew she was going to be fucked, and it would be good-free of guilt and shame, the way it should be! She put her arms around his neck and let herself be transported into a world of guilt-free sex. They were two adults who wanted each other, and it couldn't be wrong!
Jim Smathers carefully lowered his burden onto the bed and looked at her. She lay there trustingly, her breasts heaving with passion, her eyes acknowledging their mutual mood. Slowly she raised her hand to her throat and began to unbutton her blouse offering herself to him. He held himself firmly in check, breath held, forcing himself not to jump on her and ravish her.
Careful, Jim, he told himself. She's been through a lot. Gotta wait for her. He sucked in his breath with the force of a blow as he saw her breasts swell into view, lovely creamy mounds that seemed to beg to be touched. His palms itched with the desire to crush them in his hands, but he restrained himself, not wanting to remind her of the lustful boys tearing at her.
"You, too," she whispered, trying to signal with her eyes that it was all right, that she wanted to be taken. Oh God, she prayed, Help me do this right! I want him to want me as a woman, not just something to fuck. She drew her breath in a little sob as she saw the hot leaping light in his eyes as he gazed at her body, and an answering pit of desire formed in her stomach. She wanted desperately to see him nude, to see his big, muscular body and his jutting penis, to feast her eyes on his beauty. "You, too, Jim. Take off your clothes. Let me see you, my darling!" Her tongue hesitated on the last words, then swept on. "Be good to me, dearest. Love me right... fuck me, darling."
Jim unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his pants, dropping them neatly on the floor, and stood before the woman he wanted, proud of his body, proud of his unabashed lust. He was a big man and a heavy one, his muscular chest supported on huge trunks of legs, bronzed by the sun. She could see a few scars on his sleek skin, perhaps remnants from his service days, and a thick black growth of hair crowned his chest. Breathing heavily, she let her eyes drop to his groin and beheld the rock-hard projection of his great cock springing proudly from a dense black bush. It was a good ten inches from the base to the tip, and pulsed strongly with passion. The head was a huge mushroom cap of purplish red, a drop of clear fluid oozing from the hole in the center, signifying his readiness. He stood still, steadily regarding her, letting his erection speak for itself.
"Oooo, you're wonderful," she breathed, rejoicing at the sight. He was big enough to drive out any lingering thoughts of adolescent boys. Surely, she thought, after this I won't want the other! And he seems to like me. Maybe he'll be the one who can satisfy me at last! And she prayed silently that he would be good to her, wouldn't desert her like her other lovers had. With the flash of blinding insight, she suddenly realized that their defection had been partly her fault-she had regarded them merely as stud horses to assuage her lust and had made no attempt to know them outside of bed. Perhaps she had picked married men for that very reason: because they could not commit themselves, she didn't have to commit herself either! She gasped as this realization hit her, and promised herself she would surrender to this man body and soul if he wanted her. And he had to-he had to want her, for she was half dead with wanting him! She raised her arms to him, silently begging him to come to her.
Jim watched the woman, seeing the various emotions play over her features. He himself was having no earth shaking revelations. He wanted to fuck the woman, sure, and he still felt deeply compassionate towards heir. He didn't want to hurt her, and he wanted her to come to him with no reservations, offering herself freely. He walked to her and sat beside her, running his hand gently down her sleek flank, gentling her like a highstrung mare. "Easy, honey," he murmured. "It'll be okay ... easy now, don't want to rush. Let's just take it nice and slow." He rubbed her stomach, his hand trembling as it brushed against her firm breasts, stroking her with long, calm strokes as if he had all the time in the world for her. Marsha felt herself relax, felt the frantic desire pounding through her frame mellow and change to a warm waiting, free of pressure, engulfing her in deep peace.
"Hold me, Jim," she asked. "I want to feel your body against me. I can't believe you'd want me after ..."
"Sssh, honey," Jim said, gathering her to him, pressing her against him. "I've wanted you for a long time. Guess I'm not gonna let a little thing like that stop me. You're the same woman you were ... just a little bruised, that's all. Just lie still, now. Ill do all the work. Just lie back and love me, baby." He pressed his hips into her so that she could feel his hard penis jumping against her stomach. She was deeply impressed with his control. It was obvious that he wanted her badly, yet he was taking the time to make her relax and accept him fully. She realized dazedly that he wouldn't want her any other way. He wouldn't want a woman by force, he wanted her to join hands with him in this adventure. She moaned and rubbed against him, savoring the strength of his muscles as he held her gently, holding himself in, treating her like the lady he believed her to be. Now his hand was rubbing her back, stroking away the tight-bunched nerves, patting her ass gently, soothing away the soreness.
She pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes and saw that they were shining with compassion and love as well as lust. "Kiss me?" she asked, drawing his lips to hers. And then there was the burning touch of his lips, engulfing hers, kissing away the lewdness and depravity, assuring her that it was all over. His tongue probed at her closed lips and she opened them and met his tongue with hers, losing herself in the blissful soul kiss.
They breathed into each others mouths, drinking in the nectar of their mingled breaths, exploring every crevice of the warm caverns. His hand slipped under her ass and gently stroked her inner thighs, sending thrills of sensations through her tired nerves. He raised his head and grinned down at her, then dropped his mouth to her breasts, kissing them reverently.
"So beautiful," he murmured. "Beautiful lady. Give me your tits. Let me suck them, your lovely titties." Marsha arched her back and her breasts swelled into "his mouth. He ran his tongue teasingly over the nipple, nipping gently with his teeth, making her groan in lust. "Easy, honey," he muttered. "Just enjoy."
She relaxed under the expert manipulations of his tongue. She could feel an orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, but that didn't seem so important now. What was important was the lovingness of his touch, communicating itself through the very slowness with which he was acting. She moved against him, her body trembling. She ran her hands through his thick . hair, caressingly, pulling him even closer to her. His head moved down her body, pausing to kiss each secret place, his tongue sending flames of desire licking at her nerves. He reached her stomach, dipped into the pool of her belly button, tasting the sweat, then moved lower. Marsha caught her breath in a fierce gasp, waiting for the touch of his tongue on her aching vagina.
He went very slowly here, ruffling her pubic hair with his hot breath, nipping a few hairs with his teeth. Finally he was at the seat of her desire. He spread her legs gently, so gently and looked at her exposed cunt for a long time, his hot breath making her shiver with anticipation.
Oh God, she thought. What's wrong? Why is he waiting? Oh, if he doesn't touch me I'll die. Maybe he's having second thoughts ... deciding I'm too used. She moved impatiently, scared to voice her innermost fears. Then she felt his tongue lave her, licking firmly but tenderly, titillating her most sensitive parts. "Oh!" she gasped.
"Beautiful, honey, like to look at it forever. Lovely, lovely lady," his voice came, muffled by her body. "Tastes like nectar. So wet and wonderful..." He was obviously an expert at cunnilingus, for he left no crevice unexplored by his tireless tongue. He sucked gently, then strongly, suctioning the whole of her pussy into his mouth, at the same time running his rasping tongue over the sensitive lips, digging deeply. Then he found the bud of her clitoris and gently coaxed it from its sheath, nipping it with his teeth, rolling it between his lips, sending jolt after jolt of electricity through her.
Marsha shuddered and shook in the grip of uncontrollable orgasm, her pussy gushing, her insides convulsing. But through it all, she remembered the kindness of the man who was bringing her off with his tongue and thanked him for his compassion and loved him for it. "Oooohhh ... Jim! Jim! I love you!" she cried, thrashing against him. "I love you!"
The man never paused in his self appointed task. He kept a firm grip on her clitoris, even when it tried to retreat into its sheath as orgasm approached, sucking it strongly into his mouth. As her orgasm hit, he drew back, knowing that too much pressure would be painful now, and contented himself with licking up the flowing juices, swallowing noisily, some, running down his chin. As he felt her orgasm abate he plunged in again, sucking her dry, running his tongue into the canal like a miniature cock, licking the pulsing walls and bringing her off again. And again. After he had brought her to the shuddering peak of three orgasms he emerged from between her thighs, his face gleaming with pussy juice. He came up to her and kissed her hungrily on the mouth, letting her taste her own cum. Finally he drew back and smiled at her tenderly.
"Oh, Jim, you're great! Wonderful! I never had my pussy licked like that before," she babbled, clutching at him.
"Rather have you say what you did before," he commented. "Don't thank me. It's a great pleasure. You have the sweetest cunt I've ever eaten. Now let's get down to business!" He grinned at her and slid himself between her legs. She flinched slightly as his huge cock nosed at the tender lips of her cunt, and he took note of her hesitation. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take it real slow ... won't hurt you," he grunted. The strain of holding himself in check was beginning to tell on him, but he still remained in control of the lust that threatened to overcome him. He let his prick nestle between her thighs, getting her used to its size and presence, kissing her face and breasts.
At last she gave a tiny motion with her hips, raising herself, opening herself under him, and he knew the waiting was over. He let the lips of her cunt lap at the head of his prick, welcoming him, urging him into her secret places, sucking him into her moist vagina. He pressed slightly forward and the head slipped in.
He raised himself over her, resting his weight on his arms, and smiled into her eyes. "Ready, honey?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes-yes-fuck me, Jim! Darling! Put it in me! Fuck me!" she cried, her voice sounding far away to her ears. "Now! I'm ready for you. I want you! Please fuck me!"
Jim held back a minute longer, feeling the clutch of her pussy betraying her eagerness, teasing her, making her want him more. As she raised her anguished eyes to his, begging him to enter her, he covered her lips with his, at the same time sliding smoothly into her, opening her cunt wide with his huge prick. Her battered tissues parted, and Marsha repressed a scream of pain, not wanting to hurt this man who had been so gentle with her. He shoved in completely and lay above her, his mouth covering hers, his prick buried in her.
Her cunt opened and lay bare to the assault, quivering. She pressed against him, savoring the feeling of being completely filled, her hips beginning to move. He drew back and pulled his root out almost to the head, then plunged forward again, fucking her in long slow strokes, building their passion to the breaking point.
"Oooohhh ... fuck me! Harder! Faster! Give it to me!" Marsha cried, twisting beneath him, trying to drive him faster, to force him to pound into her, bringing her off in a quick spasm. She couldn't stand this slow building of pressure, this steady, relentless drilling. She spasmed against him, her insides quaking, her hands clawing at his buttocks.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted. "I love it! Fucking! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" She looked at him wildly and saw that he was frowning in concentration, holding himself back, determined to give her the fuck of her life. She wanted him to cum now, she wanted his sperm to flood her vagina, to fill her womb. She couldn't take any more-it was too wonderful! She came beneath him again, not believing that he was still screwing her in long slow strokes, his body in perfect control. She wanted to see him lose that control. She wanted him to burst in orgasm, to loose his seed within her.
She suddenly stopped thinking as another wave of orgasm hit her, and she cried out, "Jim! I love you! I love you! Cum with me, darling! I want you to cum! I love you!" And suddenly, she wanted him to cum not for any selfish reasons, but because she wanted him to share in her joy, to join with her in this wonderful experience. "I love you!" she called, and felt his huge muscles bunch as he began to fuck her in earnest, tearing into her, splitting her asunder with his need.
She bounced and thrashed beneath him, meeting him stroke for stroke, matching his furious rhythm, going with him, taking him with her. His balls slapped against her churning ass as she screwed herself up and down his long pole, clutching at the shaft with her muscles, milking him as hard as she could. Jim pumped steadily into her, driving her to new heights with his huge tool, grinding in and out of her until she cried out for release! "Oooohhh ... FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING ..." she screamed, her body spasming again and again in a string of multiple orgasms, each one more intense than the last. She felt like she was being buffeted by the waves of a huge storm-swept sea, and she longed to be thrown up on the shore drained and exhausted.
"That's it, honey," Jim grunted. He was dripping wet now, sweat pouring from his body in huge drops. He could feel his pent-up cum boiling in his balls now, no longer to be denied. "Hold on, baby, I'm cumming. I'm cumming for you, honey. Hold on, here it comes! Feel it! Feel my sperm! Here it comes!" Jim plunged his dick into the steamy vagina one last time, feeling it swell with the force of his impending cum. His balls lifted and rose, pouring forth a torrent of jism, rushing through his impaling prick, spurting from the deeply buried head into the very depths of Marsha's womb.
Eagerly her cunt sucked it in, drinking avidly from the fountain of his prick. Marsha convulsed one final time as the hot jism hit the spasming walls of her twat, and felt the biggest wave of all toss her high into the air. She fell through the air, screaming in pleasure, holding her partner for dear life, falling at last, floating down into the world of reality.
"Oh," she said softly. "I never knew! Oh, how wonderful!" She turned to the man at her side, smiling at him, her soul in her eyes. "Oh, Jim, I do love you! Thank you so much for showing me....
"That's how it should be, honey," the man replied. "Sometimes you hit it. Sometimes you find the right person and it's like that."
She looked at him, hoping, wildly he would say he loved her. She was satiated of sexual desire now, but she needed to hear him say it....
"I love you, Jim," she said, offering herself to him completely.
"Yeah. I love you, too, honey. I don't know what's gonna happen to us, but I want you to know that I love you." He laughed at himself. He had never told a woman he loved her before, and here he was, in love at last, and with a woman who had seduced his nephew, and probably still lusted after other boys. He wondered if he could believe her soft voice or not. He hoped he could, but he didn't know. He looked down at her, smiling at him so trustingly, and suddenly he didn't care-it was enough that he loved her, that he wanted her with him always. He could love her despite her past, despite what she did in the future. He wondered if that was the true nature of love-to give without wanting to receive anything in exchange. He looked at her tenderly.
"Okay, little one? Everything all right now? Ill take care of you now." He gathered her into his arms, and together they drifted into a deep sleep, untroubled by dreams.
Chapter Twelve
Marsha awakened slowly and stretched luxuriously. She had never felt better in her life! She smiled slowly, recalling the night of love in every perfect detail, and snuggled next to the sleeping form of her lover. He was lying on his back, one leg flung over her, his arm around her shoulders, his hand tangled in her hair, Marsha smiled, sure that nothing in the world could compare to waking up next to a man you loved, safe in his arms. As she watched, Jim awoke, and, yawning hugely, pulled her to him, snuffling contentedly. At the ridiculous sound of her contentment, Marsha giggled happily, and her lover came fully awake, laughing with her.
"Oh ... I feel like a young girl!" Marsha cried. "I've never felt so alive before!" She hugged her man with all her strength. He returned the hug, chuckling happily, and then she felt the pressure change and his eyes darken, looking down at her. "Ohhhh," she murmured an answering flame of desire in her leaping to meet his. "Darling." She kissed him fiercely, moving under him, accepting his huge penis like a gift of love, a benediction. Her body quaked and trembling, acknowledging his power over her senses, and she cried out her love and lust, drawing him into her burning cunt. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck me! Oh, God ... it's" so good ... good loving ... fucking...."
The two bodies rolled and thrashed on the rumpled bed, fusing together in passion, her insides melting before his powerful strokes, his cock battering her defenses and breaching them, leaving her wide open to his desire. He rode her furiously and well, calling forth throbs of passion from her responsive body, finally bursting in her with the force of an explosion, triggering a similar explosion in her madly pulsing vagina. He slumped against her, panting with exertion, kissing her breasts, her lips, running his large hands through her hair, memorizing her with his hands and mouth. "Good morning, love," he said finally, smiling down at her, his cock still in her cunt, soaking in her secretions.
"Hi," she answered, wishing this moment could go on forever, drowning in the love in his eyes.
"Uncle Jim? Mrs. Bowen?" a young voice interrupted their reveries. "Where are you?"
The two lovers exchanged a glance, and Marsha tried to get up, to hide from the boy. Jim pulled her back against him. "No more running," he admonished.
"But, Jim, it's Billy ... I don't know____"
"Lie still, honey; he has to know-he has to know that you're a grown woman." He soothed her absently, his mind racing over the possible consequences. Billy might be horrified at his uncle at taking his girl away. He might hate the both of them for what had happened ... but he had to know.
Billy appeared at the bedroom door. He looked at the couple in bed with interest. "Oh, is she teaching you now, Uncle Jim?" he asked naively. "She's a really nice lady-I told you! Don't you think so?" He walked over to the bed and smiled down at them.
"Yeah, she sure is, Billy," Jim agreed cautiously. He hadn't anticipated this calm acceptance on the part of his nephew.
"I guess you won't let me learn any more," Billy continued wistfully. A twinge of; regret and jealousy struck him. He wished he were as big as his uncle and had been able to satisfy Mrs. Bowen as Jim obviously had. He looked at them mournfully, wishing he could continue his fucking lessons, but sure that it was impossible.
"No, Billy, you have to forget all that," Marsha said. She was feeling a little sad herself, and, although she had been well fucked by the man she loved, she felt a shaft of desire for the young boy who looked at her so sadly and adoringly. "It was wrong. You have to forget it ever happened!"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Bowen, I couldn't do that. It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I love you," the boy said fervently, his eyes shining. The older woman and the boy gazed at each other in silence, sadness evident on their faces, regret for the past filling them.
Jim looked at the two and sighed. He hated to see anyone unhappy, especially these two that he loved. And Billy looked like he was about to cry. He sighed again and sat up in the bed, his muscular chest flexing. "I, uh, well, I don't see any reason why you can't have some more-uh, lessons," he said finally, pushing down his jealousy.
"You're kidding. You can't mean it!" Billy turned wide eyes on his uncle. Jim shifted in embarrassment. Marsha stared at him, too, her mouth open in shock. She couldn't understand what he meant--surely he couldn't want her to continue her affair with Billy!
"I don't think any man would be enough for you, Marsha," he said, looking at her directly. "I don't want to share you with somebody I don't know. I dori't want you sneaking behind my back!"
"Oh! I'd never ..." Marsha began.
"You wouldn't want to," he conceded. "But you're a very highly sexed woman, and I doubt that any one man could keep you completely satisfied. And I want you to be happy! I love you! And Billy loves you, too ... and you seem to love him. So, why not? I think the two of us can keep you reasonably happy, don't you?" He grinned at her. "Now don't look so shocked, lady ... it's completely natural to love two men at a time. If you love them, that is. You can't help the way you are. And men can't help wanting to fuck you. You were made for fucking, and I'd be a fool and a charlatan to try and tie you to one man."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears. Here was a man who claimed he loved her and was still willing to share her with his young nephew, admitting that her needs were too great for him to fill alone. She looked at the two men, trying to figure out what to say.
"Oh, please, Mrs. Bowen! Please say yes!" Billy cried. "Uncle Jim wants you to ... and I want you to! I love you! Please say yes!"
"Well," Marsha said, still confused. She looked at Jim, and he nodded encouragingly.
"It'll be all right, Marsha," he promised, "as long as we three love each other. As long as we love equally-nobody left out." He patted the bed and looked at Billy. "Why don't you hop up here and talk to your Aunt Marsha," he said grinning. "I'm gonna take a shower and grab some coffee." He smiled at the two again and vaulted from the bed, walking across the room, proud and unashamed of his nude body. "I'll be back in a little," he promised. A minute later, they heard the sound of the shower. They turned to each other. Billy smiled nervously.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, wetting his lips which were suddenly dry. "I mean, if you'd rather not, I'll just go away." The boy looked so pathetic that Marsha laughed out loud.
"Oh, honey," she said. "How can you think-of course I don't want you to leave. You're the sweetest thing that's ever happened to me."
"Okay, as long as you don't mind," said a small voice. There was silence for a while, then he continued. "Do you think we could, uh, have a lesson now?"
"Sure," gasped Marsha in a broken voice. Despite herself she was crying, tears gushing from her eyes. "Why don't you show me what you learned before?"
"Don't cry," Billy said. "I want you to be happy." He perched on the edge of the bed, looking at her worriedly.
"I am happy, darling," Marsha sobbed, reaching for him.
Billy shook his head at the strangeness of women, and hurriedly peeled off his clothes, snuggling in next to the woman, burying his head in her breasts. Let's see, he thought. She loves to have her breasts sucked and he proceeded to do just that, running his tongue over her hardening nipples, biting gently, bobbing his head back and forth, laving each tit equally. Marsha shuddered at the touch and opened herself completely to the young boy. His soft fingers were playing with her cunt, slipping in and out of the wetness. He rubbed his body against her like a puppy, trying to absorb her. His hands traveled over her body, not expertly, but thrilling in their eager desire to please. Marsha opened her legs and guided him into her wetness, thrilling at the feel of his young penis. Oh, how right Jim was. How good he is! To know what I need and to give it to me. To let me have this wonderful boy to teach ... to love. She felt his tiny penis slip into her cunt, and she clenched her insides, drawing him to her, moving her hips gently in loving fuck movements.
"Oh, Mrs. Bowen," Billy sobbed. "It's so good! I love to fuck you ... I love you so!"
I love you, too, Billy," Marsha murmured, feeling the boy tense as his balls prepared his cum. "Fuck me, baby ... fuck me good ... you're so good ... so good ... that's it! In and out! Fuck me, honey!" She moved beneath him surely, her hips giving him the rhythm, then taking it from him, so they moved in harmony. She felt herself cumming, and she didn't try to hold back. She let the orgasm rock her, sending waves of delight through her brain. "Cum in me, dear, cum in my cunt! Give me your cum," she crooned, pulling the boy with her.
Billy pumped into her, looking at her with love, feeling the heat of her orgasm engulf his pecker, feeling his balls swell and burst. "Oh, I'm cumming!" He spurted wildly into her cunt, shaking and trembling in release.
Finally he lay quiet on her breast as she stroked his hair. He roused and looked at her. "Was it good? Was it okay for you?"
"Yes, it was wonderful," Marsha admitted. She looked up and saw Jim standing in the door, watching them. He was smiling. She closed her eyes in relief-she hadn't truly believed until this moment that he had been serious.
"Uncle Jim! She's great," Billy cried. "I love her-don't you? Isn't she fantastic?"
"She sure is," Jim agreed. "You two want breakfast? Or-"
"Why don't you join us?" Marsha said, blushing slightly. "I'm ready to go again, and I'm sure Billy would like some more instruction. Will you join us?" She held out her hand, beseeching him with her eyes, wanting him to commit himself to the arrangement.
"Hoping you'd ask!" he said, grinning. "That was a good show-made me hornier than a torn cat. Move over, Billy, I want me some of this good loving." He dove into the bed and landed full on the two, grinning into Marsha's face. He kissed her full on the lips and held the kiss for a long time, letting her know the depth of his love. Finally he tenderly asked, "How would you like it, hon?"
Marsha blushed again. This reticence despite her experiences was one of the most charming things about her, Jim thought fondly. "I'd like to take you both at once," she said in a small voice. "I wish you could both get in my cunt, but I don't know if it's possible."
"Won't know 'til we try," Jim said. "Billy, why don't you suck her some and get her nice and juicy. This is going to be a tight fit." As Billy scrambled down to follow his bidding, Jim took Marsha's hand and gently folded it over his cock.
"Oh ... put it in my mouth, darling," she said. "I want to kiss your dick. I want to taste it, put it in my mouth." She pulled him to her, opening her mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, kissing him lovingly, then pursing her lips in a perfect circle and sucking it in, still lashing with her tongue. Jim grunted and drove forward, into her mouth. Behind him, he could hear the slurping sounds of the boy working on her wet pussy. Marsha sucked him good, swallowing in her eagerness to have him all the way in her throat. He pushed forward again gently, and her throat opened and he was in all the way. He ran his hands through her hair and caressed her as she bobbed her head along his shaft.
"How's it coming, Billy?" he asked, craning his head around to see his nephew.
"Fine. She's nice and juicy," Billy said, raising a face gleaming with pussy juice. "Tastes great, too. You wanna taste some?"
"Later. We've got plenty of time," Jim answered. "Right now, let's do what the lady wanted-let's try and both get in her cunt. You ready, Billy?"
"Sure!" the boy replied. Jim pulled his pecker from Marsha's mouth and rolled to the bottom of the bed. She lay perfectly still. She knew that it would hurt, this double entry, but she wanted it so much that she knew she could stand the pain. She raised her hips in encouragement and felt the tip of Jim's monstrous engine slide smoothly between the extended lips of her twat. Her channel was greased and slick with Billy's saliva and her secretions, and the giant prick slid in smoothly, causing her to tremble with excitement. If only ... if only Billy can get in, too, she thought, stretching her legs to their widest, trying to relax her cunt muscles completely.
"Okay, Billy, I'm in. Now see if you can squeeze in beside me-that's it, get it right next to mine. That's it, just slide it in next to my cock." Unbelieving, Marsha felt the head of the second cock enter her stretched pussy, pulling her lips apart. She moaned a little as a sharp pain twinged, but bravely gritted her teeth, knowing that she could take it, knowing she had to take it. Only in this way could she treat the two men as equals in her heart, only if they both came in her cunt at the same time! She raised her hips again and pressed upward, feeling her membranes stretch like elastic to accommodate the two pricks.
"It's in-it's going in!" Billy cried excitedly. He could feel his dick pressed against his uncle's huge tool on one side and gripped by Marsha's pussy on the other. With a final shove, he buried himself next to his uncle and looked up with a wide grin. "We're both in, Uncle Jim. We're both in her cunt!"
"Okay-let's give the lady a first class fucking!" Jim grunted. The feeling of his nephew's prick beside his was strangely exciting and he felt his balls tighten in lust. "Try to stay with me, Billy, nice and slow...."
"I can't do it for as long as you can," Billy confided trustingly. "I feel like I'm gonna shoot right now. Couldn't we go a little faster?" He was in a state bordering on frenzy as he pounded his pecker in and out of the grasping cunt, keeping pace with his uncle. "I'm gonna bust any minute!"
Jim grinned, remembering his younger days. He stroked in and out smoothly, then quickened his strokes. He felt Marsha's responsive cunt adapt to the new rhythm, her hips rising and falling like well-oiled pistons. He looked up at her, seeing by her flushed face that she was on the verge of orgasm.
Marsha whirled her hips under the double onslaught, lost in a dream. She couldn't imagine any pleasure to compare with having two virile men inside her at once, her experienced and virile lover, and his innocent nephew, both intent on giving her pleasure, both receiving pleasure from her brimming cunt. She felt a strange power as she fucked the two men, the power that comes with being able to give pleasure with the full being. "Oh, I'm cumming," she said. "Fuck me, Jim, Billy. My two lovers-fuck me-fuck meeee. I love you-both of you!" She looked at their two bodies moving in unison between her thighs. "Cum in me-both of you-I want your sperm. Your cum! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING!" Her voice rose to a wail as she shuddered in orgasm, her cunt spasming around the two pricks, her womb gushing forth her cum.
"Me, too! I can't hold it. I'm cumming!" sobbed Billy, feeling his young cock jump and jerk as his cum rushed through it, spewing from the head and spattering into Marsha's cunt.
"Okay ... here it comes!" said Jim, pumping in short quick strokes, wanting his sperm to mingle with that of his nephew. With a last mighty lunge his prick jumped and began spurting forth rope after rope of thick white jism, bathing the inside of his woman's channel, gushing over his pulsing prick, oozing out of her well-filled cunt and bathing his and Billy's deflating balls. He slumped ) forward, mind and body drained by the experience.
Marsha looked lovingly at her two men, a wave of happiness suffusing her. How lucky she was, she thought. What woman could ask for anything more? She felt a deep contentment steal over her as she gathered her two lovers into her arms.
"Today we're going to go find Jo Anne," promised Jim. "I think I can explain to her what has happened. I'm sure she'll be glad her mother is to be married again. Maybe someday we can explain to her about Billy ... but for now, we'll just find her and bring her home. That's the important thing-to bring this family together."
