Francis had an average sort of teenage life. She was a good girl and managed to keep her virginity for a long time. Then she met Judd. It happened at the dance and she couldn't believe the changes that he brought about in her.
If she had been told that she would have wild group sex with a pack of bikers she would have laughed, for after all she would have never guessed that she was cut out for that sort of existence.
But as it happened that was what took place. She was about to lead a life that she would have never thought possible.
Judd was a nonconformist and she knew that from the start. There was the wild way that he dressed and the way that he held her when they danced. Rubbing himself against her crotch filled her with taboo thoughts.
Judd was determined to show her how to live, but his interpretation of a good time was far different from that of the other boys she had ever dated. Whereas anyone else would have taken her out to see a movie and perhaps made a pass, Judd gave her a ride on his cycle and asked her to perform oral acts on him.
This was something which greatly disturbed her, but at the same time, the strangeness of it all and the forbidden aura about it thrilled her.
She soon gave into his desires, and though there was some shame at first, it was soon shed and she was ready to cut loose and let herself do whatever she felt like doing and this led to some pretty raunchy things.
There was Jerome for instance, her own brother and filled with the heat of desire for him, she seduced him and taught him to love her body.
And there were other men, several of them, each with their own way of loving and taking. Francis soon learned how to give, but she also learned to take.
CHAPTER ONE
He came right up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance, and I couldn't believe it. That kind of thing hadn't happened before. He wasn't afraid of what anyone would think. I was almost embarrassed that he had asked me, but at the same time I was glad.
He had to be different, which meant that he was an individual, and that he wasn't afraid to be different. Everything about him smacked of non-conformity, even the way that he dressed.
He had on boots, levis, and a bright red shirt, that was covered by a black leather jacket.
I looked him over and felt a charge of excitement. There was certainly no reason why I couldn't dance with him. So I told him that I was willing to dance with him. He looked at me smiled and extended his hand. I took hold of that hand and we moved out onto the dance floor. He held me tightly and rubbed his groin next to mine. We danced very closely and I felt all sorts of strange shivers shooting up and down my spine. There was something very exciting happening to me, and I wasn't sure what it was.
He told me that his name was Judd and then he asked me what mine was. "Francis," I replied, "but everyone calls me Fran."
"Okay. I'll call you Fran. Come to these dances all the time?" he questioned.
"Yes, pretty regularly. My folks say it's safe. They say I'll not meet any wild kids."
"You mean like me?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, no ... I didn't mean that, honest. I mean ... well ... they're sorta prudish and they think that anybody who isn't in bed by ten is wild. You know how parents are."
"Yeah," he answered. His voice sounded distant.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "Hey," he said excitedly, "I got a great idea. How about you coming to my place. You can change into something and we can go for a long ride on my motor."
"Oh," I said, his enthusiasm rubbing off onto me, "that sounds like fun!"
Hours later, after we had changed clothes at his place, and I had dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a blue shirt, and sandals-which he said I should wear-we had covered about sixty miles and were parked in an old deserted camp site.
Judd reached down into his pouch that was slung on the side of the cycle and pulled out a can of beer. He also brought out a pint of liquor. He ripped of the lid to the can and foam spurted out. From this he drank and then he poured some alcohol into it. After shaking the can around a bit he offered it to me.
As I wanted to please him I took the can and gulped from the small opening. The mixture-unfamiliar to me-burned as it went down, but tasted good, nonetheless.
"Let's rest here a little before we head back," he said, lying down on the thick grass. I sat beside him, a little self-conscious at my innocence and ignorance. I just couldn't be casual as he was being.
We passed the can back and forth, talking little. Each time he gave me the can, I took a big gulp and handed it back.
Shortly, I began to feel warm all over. The beer was beginning to have its effect ... and the liquor.
Judd rolled over to where I was sitting. He reached up behind me and gently tugged my long blonde hair, pulling me backwards onto the grass and into his arms.
As I settled in a flattened position, he raised his head above mine and lowered his lips onto mine.
At first, I was tense, resisting. But he didn't seem to notice. He pressed his warm lips against mine and I could feel the sudden hotness of his tongue, also pressing against my lips.
Slowly, hesitantly, I let my lips relax. As I did so, his tongue crept deeper into my mouth.
Soon, I found the large piece of flesh that was his tongue fully in my mouth.
"Ummmm," he murmured, pulling free from me. "You like that, don't you?"
"It isn't too bad," I said, noncommittally.
Again his mouth lowered over mine. His tongue was more bold and forceful now, poking and prodding into the depths of my throat.
I relaxed and let him have his way. I felt warm all over. I felt good!
His hand, which had been on the side of my head, started to glide down my body. It stopped at my breasts. It pressed them. I wanted to stop him ... but I didn't feel like it.
The warm feeling inside of me was growing, making me feel more relaxed, more willing, more eager...
His fingers started to undo the buttons of the shirt.
"Judd," I exclaimed, alarmed, "don't do that ... "
"Shut up, baby," he cut in. "Shut up and let it happen. Nothing's gonna hurt you..."
He kissed me again as his hands resumed their task, nimbly opening the buttons and pulling the shirt from the jeans.
Then his hand slid around and under me, taking hold of the bra strap and unfastening it, letting the material suddenly fall loose.
His hand was on my stomach, tickling it, caressing it. Little tingling sensations vibrated through me.
Slowly-very slowly-he edged his fingers upward, closer and closer to the bra.
They approached it and slid under it, shoving it easily out of the way, baring my small firm breasts to the cool air and the warmth of his palms.
I knew I should stop him but I wanted the feelings to continue. I had never experienced them before. I had never had a man-or a boy-make love to me.
I wanted to experience it...
Judd's dancing fingers continued to tease and toy with my breasts, exciting them ... exciting me. I felt my body squirm under his hand and heard a moan seep from my throat.
"Yeah, baby," he moaned softly. "Just relax and let it happen ... just relax ... and ... let ... it ... happen..."
I obeyed him. I felt my body go limp again under him. I continued sucking on his wet tongue. I tasted his saliva, and liking it, I swallowed it.
Gently, but firmly, he raised his mouth from mine and lowered it over my breasts.
When his tongue flicked out and touched the firm nipple of my breast, I thought he had touched a burning match to it. My body convulsed.
"Relax, baby ... relax ... relax..." he coaxed.
Again, I tried to obey him. But my body was on fire, and my head was swimming. I felt woozy; I felt good.
Again ... the kiss of fire, but this time on the other nipple. Again I wrenched under him. Again he spoke.
"Aw, come on, baby ... relax ... daddy ain't gonna hurt ya ... he just wants to love ya..."
I collected all my will power and forced my body to relax ... and I succeeded.
"That's the ticket," he said, "that's the way it's done ... just relax and let it happen ... You'll love it ... believe me ... You'll love it ... "
His hot breath was singeing the soft flesh of my breasts. I couldn't help but arch my back to relieve it. In doing so, I pressed my flesh against his wet lips. He took the motion for an invitation, gladly.
The liquid fire of his inner mouth sent my body into vibrant convulsions again.
"Oh, Judd, that's, that, feels..."
"Yeah? How's it feel, baby? Tell daddy, how's it feel?"
"Good," I moaned, "very good, hot, wet and hot and good..."
His hand had left my breast and had slid down onto my stomach once again. Under his light touch, my stomach muscles pulled in, loosening the waist of the already baggy jeans which I was wearing.
Lightly but quickly, his fingers darted to the spot where the material had been. His daunting fingers continued to graze across my skin, his other fingers were busy with the fly of the jeans.
"I'll tell you what," he said, suddenly, "why don't you take your under things off. I'll look the other way if you're embarrassed. That way they won't get ruined or anything."
An alarm went off inside of me. I knew I should have said "no." But my body was gliding to its feet, walking a few steps from him and undressing in the cool night.
I removed my under things as he suggested and then put the shirt and jeans back on, buttoning both, completely.
"Aw," he chided when I returned, "after all I went through to make my little progress you have to button it all up again."
I stood over him, wobbling on my feet, feeling dizzy.
"Come," he beckoned, holding out his hand for me. "Lie back down. You'll feel better. Lie back down, baby. Relax for daddy, again.
The tone of his voice drew me down. I found myself stretching out next to him. My firm breasts pressed against the material of the shirt. It felt good.
Quickly he took up his position beside me with his warm breath covering me.
He reached behind him and retrieved the can.
"Fran," he asked, "would you like to do something for daddy? Huh."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just trust me, please. You know I won't hurt you, don't you?"
"Yes," I said honestly, putting my trust in him.
"Then just lie there and open your mouth and swallow for me. Close your eyes..."
I did as he instructed. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Shortly, I felt his lips come to me. Then I felt the warm liquid draining from his full mouth into mine. I tried to swallow all he gave me.
But I didn't like the taste, now. It was strong and warm. It burned. But I didn't want to displease Judd. He was so gentle...
"There," he announced after several transfusions, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, not really," I confessed.
His hands were on me again. This time I didn't tense. I didn't resist. I trusted him...
The shirt was open.
The fly of the jeans was open...
His hands were all over me, teasing, taunting, coaxing, playing.
"Oh, Judd," I cried, "what are you doing to me?"
But I didn't really care. I had to ask, but I didn't really care. I needed to know, but I didn't want to know.
"I'm making you ready for daddy ... you want to come to daddy, don't you, Fran?"
Silence.
"Don't you? Don't you want to come to daddy the way he wants you to? Don't you want to be my baby ... my love ... don't you, huh?"
"Oh, yes," I blurted out. "Oh yes! I want to come to you, Judd. I really do..."
"Not Judd, baby, Daddy, that's who I am, Daddy, and you're my momma, you want to be my momma, don't you, tell me, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" I answered quickly, excitedly. "Anything you want, Ju..."
"Daddy!" he snapped, cutting my words short.
"Daddy," I went on, "Anything you want, daddy."
"That's better." He was serious-he meant it.
All this while his hands had been busy, roving over my bared flesh, firing it up so that each time he touched me, it felt like a knife being driven into me.
"What does a daddy have that a momma doesn't?" He was still serious.
"I, I, I, don't know," I said thickly.
"Yes you do, baby, yes, you do," he said.
His hand took mind and pulled it down to his waist, where it pressed against his body. My fingers involuntarily closed around a hard mound of flesh.
Another little alarm bell sounded in my brain, telling me to run, to stop, to get up.
But my fingers were curious. They closed themselves around the hardness under them.
"Know what that is, baby?" Judd said to me. "Know what you've got hold of?"
"Your, your," I couldn't say it.
"What is it, baby. Tell daddy what it is, tell him, come on, baby, tell him, what is it?"
"Your," Again I couldn't push the word past my lips.
"Cock!" he spat harshly into my ear, causing it to ring. "That's cock! That's your daddy's cock! Remember that, that's your daddy's cock!" His voice was urgent, tense, excited. It was commanding.
"Yes," I heard myself whispering softly, "it's your cock, my cock, my daddy's cock."
"Yeah, that's it, that's our cock, you're gonna love it, aren't you, baby? Huh? You're going to love it, ain't you?"
"Yes," I answered blankly, not having any idea of what was about to happen. I was innocent and ignorant of the facts.
But I wasn't long in the dark.
He quickly raised his body and turned it around so that his groin was next to me, and his head was next to mine.
His arm came over my body and gently pulled me onto my side, rolling me against his hard body.
"Smell it, baby," I heard him tell me.
I obeyed him like a little child. I took a deep breath, the pungent odor of masculinity filled my nostrils, setting my already heavy head to spinning. Over and over again I sniffed at the material, pressing my nose against it at his urging.
At the same time I could feel his hot breath filling the open fly of the jeans. The warmth crept over my body like honey, slowly covering my whole frame.
"What's the next thing a momma does for her daddy," he asked.
I did not know what to answer, so I remained silent.
"She makes love to it," he told me after a long pause. "She makes love to it, she kisses it and she makes love to it. You want to do that for me, don't you baby? You want your daddy to feel good, don't you? Don't you want to make your daddy feel good by kissing his cock, don't you?"
The thought repulsed me. Even in my condition hot and drunk-the thought of making love to his cock repulsed me. I didn't answer him.
"Don't you?" he repeated, his voice again sounding impatient.
"Yes, yes," I finally managed to say.
"Then, do it, baby kiss it."
All the while he had been talking to me, he had been talking into my groin. The flash of his breath as he hissed out his words were drenching my pubic area with excitement.
And when his tongue touched it, I literally jumped. My body tensed and twitched.
He held me steady. His hard hands clung to my hips, holding me within range as he continued to torment my groin.
I cautiously pressed my face to the hardness beneath the material and kissed it, lightly, experimentally. Then I withdrew my head, thinking I had accomplished my mission.
"Surely, you can do better than that, can't you, baby?" he asked, coaxingly.
The sound of his voice did coax me. I tried again, this time placing more pressure on his cock.
"That's better," he said, "but not as good as I know you can do, if you didn't have the pants to worry about, Don't you think so, baby, don't you think you could do a better job if you didn't have that awful material in your way to hamper you, Huh?"
He was almost talking to me like a baby. It was, somehow, reassuring. I knew I could trust him. I didn't have to fear him...
Tentatively, I reached up and undid two of the top buttons of his jeans. Because the material was pulled so tight, they popped with much force as to pull the third one open, also.
In the moonlight I could see nothing but a black patch. I pressed my face into it and again smelled the strong odor of male perspiration. It was heady. It was exciting. I pressed my face into it further.
"Oh!" I heard myself saying, "Oh!"
"Yeah baby, you like that, don't you, that smell is what you want, ain't it, it turns you on, don't it? A cock is what you've been looking for, ain't it. A hot cock, to lick, to smell,"
He was putting thoughts into my head, but I felt as though these were my own thoughts. I knew I was hearing them come from him, but I felt that I had already thought of them, felt that I had decided that was what I wanted to do...
A third time I lowered my face into the darkness of his groin. A third time I filled my lungs with the strong odor of masculinity.
And then my tongue came out.
It tangled in the coarse hairs. It probed deep into the wiry bush; deeper, until it hit the bottom; deeper, until it touched the flesh from which the hair grew.
"Yeah, baby, go after it, slow and easy, just relax and let it happen, You want it to happen, don't you, you want it, want it, don't you, huh? You want it, tell me, baby. Tell me you want it!"
"Oh I do," I moaned. "I want it, I really do, I want it because you want me to, but I want it."
"Then go after it," he encouraged. "It's all yours, baby, all yours, yours to love, to do with whatever you want, anything, go after it, baby!"
The sound of his muffled voice and the feel of his tongue against my groin drove me on. I don't think I wanted to do it, but I felt compelled. My mind was upside down with sex and drink. What I didn't want, I wanted. What I shouldn't do, I wanted to do.
I shouldn't have had my face on his cock. So, I buried my face deeply in his crotch, pulling at the hairs, pulling at the material, feeling another button hampering me.
I yanked it, fumbling for a minute because I couldn't get the material of the pants away. I wanted to see it, to touch it, but at the same time I didn't. So much confusion rained down on me.
I lowered my face into him still more. I probed with my tongue. I licked at the moist hairs. I could taste the saltiness of his flesh.
My chin rubbed against it.
I raised my head, slightly. But before I could do anything, I heard Judd talking to me again.
"You're getting close, baby, you're getting down to it, cock, baby, cock, your daddy's cock, that cock that makes him feel so very, very fucking good."
"Yes," I heard myself saying, "yes, I want to do it for you, I want you to feel good, I want you to like it." I still wasn't sure what it was. But I knew that I would soon be finding out. I'd been looking for it, hadn't I? A hot cock to lick to smell.
"Then try me, baby, see if you like it."
Though these were my own thoughts, they sounded as if they were coming from his cock.
And I touched it!
I touched the base!
It was hard!
It was firm!
It was fat!!
It was hard flesh, cock!
My lips were on it, slipping back and forth, over the small amount of it bared to me. My tongue was wetting it, licking it, lapping it.
"Yeah," I heard muffled from my crotch, "yeah, go at it, baby, go at it! Make your daddy feel real good, make him like his momma, do it for him."
Oh, how I wanted to please this man, this boy! Oh, how I wanted to do what would make him happier than being from Carolina.
I pulled and tugged at the hardness and it burst free from confinement and stood away from his body-long, fat, stiff.
It was mammoth. It was huge!
It seemed to be at least seven or eight inches long. The head of it was covered with loose folds of skin; and through the loose skin shone a pink dot.
The head seemed to be twice the size of the stem. It flared out and looked like a ball atop a flag pole.
I opened my mouth and covered the huge head with my lips. It filled my mouth. I gagged because of its fullness. But I held myself steady until I quit choking and gagging. I really did want to be his momma.
I touched the head with my tongue. I began to rub it around in circular motions, pressing it lower and lower, down over the hardened ball of flesh.
I felt his hand come down to his stick and grasp it right at my mouth. Slowly it started to move away from my lips, pulling the loose folds of skin with it. Slowly, the pink hot flesh beneath was uncovered, baring the pungent taste of his lubricating juices.
The taste was sweet and it was salty. I couldn't tell which. Both, I supposed. Anyhow, it tasted good. I wanted him to enjoy it, too.
"That's it, baby, Make daddy feel good, love it, suck it for him, make him feel it, love it, love him."
I continued my efforts. I moved my hand back and forth, as I had seen him doing, stroking the length of his manhood. All this while, I clung desperately to his huge knob of flesh at the end of his rod.
Suddenly, he broke free from me and got to his feet and went to the cycle.
He quickly returned and lay next to me once again. This time his face was next to mine.
"You're being very good to your daddy, you know," he said, patting me gently on the head like a puppy. "You're really pleasing your daddy, did you know that? Huh? Did you know that you're makin' your daddy feel good?"
I smiled weakly, and shook my head, letting him know that I didn't know he was pleased; but I hoped that he was.
"Now," he began, "there's one more thing you gotta do if you really wantta make your daddy feel good-if you wanna become my Momma."
His voice trailed off.
"What's that?" My head was still spinning with the delights of his satisfaction and the beer I had drunk.
"You must really give yourself to your daddy. I mean, really give yourself."
"How?"
"You must, give yourself, to me, like I gave myself to you," he said.
"You mean I must let you lick my groin?"
"No, that's not really what I mean," he looked at me for a second. "I mean something more. You must give your womanhood to me so that I really know you're mine. You want to do that for me, don't you?"
I hesitated. I was becoming concerned. Suddenly, I knew what he meant.
"But, I can't!"
"Why not? Don't you want to please me, baby? Don't you want your daddy to feel good?"
"Oh, yes," I said quickly, "but I, I," I couldn't finish.
"But what? What is it, baby, Don't you want to make me feel good? Huh? Don't you?"
"Yes, but, But I'm still, a virgin."
"Yes. I know," he said, saving me the pain of having to say it aloud. "That is exactly what I'm talking about. That's what I want you to give me, pure, untouched womanhood. That isn't askin' too much, is it? Huh?"
I tried to answer. I couldn't. So, I shrugged my shoulders, helplessly.
"Tell you what," he said, thoughtfully, "I'm not supposed to help you at all. I mean, you gotta give yourself to me. But I can make it easier for you, if you'll trust me, you do trust me, don't you, baby?"
The softness and tone of his voice wilted my resistance. I had to please him. I told him so, I told him that I trusted him.
Once again he had me lie flat and he placed his head over me. He lowered his lips to mine. I felt the liquid falling from his mouth into mine. I swallowed, obediently.
But it burned!
I gagged. I choked. Fire seared my throat.
"Relax, baby," he said smoothly. "It's only the vodka. It burns a little at first, but it won't hurt you, really. Trust me, relax."
Slowly I let my body relax again. Again I endured the fire, once, twice, three times until the small bottle was empty.
Then Judd lay next to me and loved me. His hands were roaming all over me, inflaming me on the outside to match the inner flames.
My ears were ringing. The crickets, which I don't remember hearing before, deafened me. I was in a daze, a drunken stupor.
"Are you ready to give yourself to me, baby? Ready to give yourself to your daddy? Ready to make him feel good? Ready to become his momma? Huh? Are you ready?"
"Yes," I answered, thickly, my voice filling my throat like a wad of cotton.
"Now you do exactly like I tell you. It won't hurt at all, trust me."
I trusted him.
He reached down, and unbuttoned the top button on both pairs of jeans. His fitted him snugly, and were pulled apart easily, baring his rampant rod which stood up in the night.
Mine, which fitted more loosely, settled low on my hips. He reached into his back pocket and quickly produced a small pen knife. Deftly, he slit the bottom of the fly on my jeans. The material parted, exposing me to him.
"Now," he said, lying back in the grass with his hands behind his head, "now you must give yourself to me just the way I tell you. Are you ready?"
I nodded my head.
"Get on top of me and lay down, then," he instructed. I did.
"Now, reach behind you between your legs and take my cock, my cock, and press it between your legs." I did.
"Ah, that's it, Now, slowly, press your body down and back against it, come on, it won't hurt you, relax and press back."
Again I obeyed.
"That's it, baby, that's the way to do it, and it doesn't hurt a bit, does it?"
I had to agree with him. It didn't hurt at all. The pressure of his hardened member was pressing at the tightness of my womanhood. But it did not hurt.
"Now baby," he was saying, "press back a little harder, until it begins to feel tight, that's it, back, further, more, more, yeah, feel it? Feel it getting tighter?"
I told him I did. The firmness of his flesh was wedging itself into me, painfully, slowly, insistently. The pain was foreign and almost unbearable. I wanted to scream, to cry. I wanted desperately to draw back to ease the pain.
"Yeah, that's great, I can feel you heating me up already, that box of yours is on fire, hot box you got, baby, hot box, sweet, tight, hot box!"
I heard him through a haze. But I knew that he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself. I pressed back, still harder and in spite of the intense pains. Suddenly, I noticed that while the pain was still present, it was becoming bearable. Why, I couldn't understand; for, it seemed to me that it should be becoming worse. Instead, it was becoming less and less.
It was as though the pain was being swallowed by a growing fire. Inside of me a flame was being kindled, sparked by the pressure of his tool. I had never felt this way before. Strangely, when I thought I should not be enjoying this because my mind said it was wrong, I was enjoying it immensely. My body was warm all over and pleasantly excited. And the sheer growth of this new excitement was an excitement in itself.
I heard him, but he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself. I pressed back, still harder.
"Oh, baby," I heard him say, "You're makin' it! You're really makin' it. Swivel those hips for me now. Come on, work 'em, let me feel you roll them on top of me, roll 'em!"
His voice carried urgency and a tight, impatient control. I knew that I was pleasing him. I knew that I was exciting him, as I was being excited too. I knew, now, that I was arousing him. And, now, I also knew what it meant to arouse a person.
T did his bidding. I rocked my body, rolling it on top of his firmness beneath me. I felt the hardness of his zipper press into my breasts-he hadn't removed his jacket!
But somehow, it didn't seem wrong. For I was more concerned with my own condition at the moment. I wanted to please my daddy....
"Work 'em, baby, that's it, you want me to feel good, don't you, good, work those hips, that's it, keep pressing down, press down, more, ah, that's done it, the head's in there, baby. Now we must topple the walls, mustn't we? We must open the gates for Daddy and make him feel good, we must give ourself to him, mustn't we?"
I pressed back against his manhood-hard and I could feel the resistance within me. I couldn't press back any further.
"It hurts me," I told him. The pain seeming to be a thousand miles away, still was of great concern to me.
"But it's supposed to, baby. You're making the supreme sacrifice for your daddy. You can never do this again. It must hurt you some. Let yourself go. Just relax, grunt, grunt hard, harder. Ah, that's it. Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to give yourself to me?"
I was grunting as hard as I could and I could only nod my head to him. My ears were ringing. My head was buzzing. My body tingled all over.
Suddenly, it happened!
The calm man under me shot into action. He became an animal. He bucked up under me, driving his hardness into me all the way possible.
Searing pains engulfed my body. I screamed with the sudden, violent pain.
As the echoes came crashing back on my ears, darkness closed around me. I was sinking.
I have no idea of how much time elapsed before I regained consciousness. But when I did, the pain was still there. It was now mingled with a sort of pleasure. There was a strange itching sensation in my groin, mixed with the pain that only friction could satisfy. But friction also had caused the pain.
Judd had rolled me over onto my back. He was now on top of me, breathing heavy. His body was tense.
"There-there-there," I heard him saying to me. "The worst is over now. Now you can enjoy yourself, baby. Now you're really my momma. Your box is mine. You belong to me. You're mine!"
With these words, and after having assured himself that I was again conscious, he began pumping himself down onto and into me. His hardness filled me to more than capacity. I felt as though I was splitting. Each time he would press down on me, I could feel the hardness of him escape against the tenderness of my insides. It hurt! It felt good! And I wanted more and more of it!
His body was wet with his sweat. I knew that he must have been fucking me while I was unconscious. For he couldn't have worked up such a sweat in the few strokes he had taken. Not that I knew of, anyway.
His breath was hot on my face. He continued to talk into my ear, to incite me to desire, to coax me into higher levels of excitement. He didn't know that he needn't, for I didn't bother to try to tell him. I just, listened, felt, and enjoyed.
Suddenly, I realized that we were both talking. Both of us were chattering incoherently. Each of us was talking to himself, and to each other. We were calling to the wind, and the night.
Yet, neither of us was listening to the other.
Because both of us were fucking.
My body thrashed under him, now, working madly, trying to satisfy the intense itching, the new craving, the mad desire within my loins.
My desire surmounted my pain and I pumped back against him. I arched my back, rolled my hips. I did anything and everything to satisfy the feelings that were urging me on.
He rolled off me. Quickly I got over him again, straddling him, finding his throbbing rod and replacing it in the tightness that was now my womanhood-the hot slit that was my cunt, that was my daddy's cunt.
I slammed my body down on his upright shaft. A scream burst from my lungs. This new position bared me to him, completely.
"That's it, baby. That's it, momma." He was groaning beneath me. "Ride your daddy. Take your daddy. Make him feel good. Give him his cunt. That cunt that's all his now. Give it to him. Feed it to him."
His words propelled me. My body was throbbing. I was riding up and down on his cock like a well-lubricated piston. The pain was excruciating. The pleasure was indescribable.
From somewhere deep inside of me a new sensation began. My insides were being tied in knots. My motions quickened as my body tensed. I knew that I was waiting for something-something new-to happen. I moaned.
I didn't know what was about to happen. Judd did. He reached up and took hold of my tit nipples and started pinching them.
"Yeah, momma," he said, "go to it. Give it to me. Take it from me. Let me feel it happen. Ride that cock, momma. Ride that cock. Go!"
I rode his cock, up and down with full strokes. The mammoth head slipped from me time and time again, only to be slammed back into my guts.
The feeling continued to increase. It was more and more like a pressure being built up inside me. Moans broke faster as my lungs and throat tightened. I was bathed in white hot flashes.
Now, I knew it was going to happen. "Now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
As I yelled this, Judd raised his hips, while holding me firmly implanted on his tool. I felt it twitch, throb. And I felt the hotness draining into me. Throb after throb, he poured his fiery liquid into me.
When I thought that he was almost through, I felt it happening to me. Waves of liquid shot down my canal. Hot juices slithered past his throbbing, twitching manhood, fell out of me and matted on our groins. My cunt muscles contracted, pulling at his cock, milking it as I dumped my own juices.
Now I was a woman. My first orgasm as a woman. My first real orgasm with a man. A man with a mammoth cock stabbing me. He was my daddy.
Exhausted, from my first experience, I collapsed on top of him.
We lay there for some time, both of us exhausted. His cock was still lodged inside of me. It was still hard, still rigid, still alive.
Finally, the pain became stronger. I pulled myself off him, making a slushing sound as I did so.
I stood up and screamed.
My groin, the jeans, and Judd's jeans were bathed in matted red blood! I could see it glowing in the moonlight.
"Don't worry, baby," Judd comforted me. "It won't happen again. Just the first time, just when that wall is broken down. Now you're a woman. You won't bleed like that again."
"If you knew this would happen, why didn't you have us take all our clothes off?" I was incredulous, not with the sight of the blood, but with my stupidity and his forgetfulness. And with shock, for I really hadn't expected all this.
"Because, we need them for proof."
"What proof?"
"For the gang," he explained. "I've got to have the blood as proof that you gave yourself to me. That you're really my momma."
I didn't really understand him. But I was in no condition to press the matter.
"Now," he said, "suppose we get you back to town and get you cleaned up. Your parents are gonna be worried about you."
We got onto the motor bike again and started for town.
Judd had retained his hard-on and left it hanging out of his pants.
I held on to him with one hand and stroked it with my free hand all the way back to town. Every once in a while, at his direction, I wet my palm with saliva and massaged the head.
Just as we were approaching the city limits, he instructed me to squeeze the head and pull the skin forward.
I did so. And as I did, I could feel his cock throb in my grasp. When the jerking subsided, I eased my hold on the loose skin which I had been holding and let it pull back. My hand filled with the thick cream which he had ejaculated.
"Now, if you was really a momma and wanted to please your daddy, you'd taste that and tell me what it tastes like," he suggested.
I shuddered at the idea. But as I wanted to please him, I timidly put my dripping palm to my lips and licked.
I gagged and wretched. The smell was awfully strong. The taste was even stronger, and sort of salty. But I made myself take it down-not just a taste, but all of it.
"How was it?" he shouted back at me over the roar of the cycle.
"It's gone," I shouted back at him. "It's gone, like you wanted."
"Good!" He smiled, tucking his cock back into his pants and picking up speed.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, Momma," Judd said to me. He had this thing about calling me Momma, and I had to call him Poppa or Daddy, to be more precise. "It's been a long time, Momma, I mean a long time. Hell, I thought you were my momma, not some chick for kicks, but my momma. I mean three weeks, Momma, is almost a month."
I wanted to tell the truth. I wanted to make him understand. "Judd, I mean, Daddy, I couldn't help it. My parents wouldn't let me out. They made me stay in the house for two weeks."
"Momma, we got to do something, and fast. We can't go on like this. You care, don't you, baby, you care?"
"Of course I care, Judd. I mean, Daddy, but what can be done?"
"We could live together," he said. "Yeah, Momma, you and I could live together at my place."
"Are you kidding? My parents would be over there in a wink. And I'd be home and imprisoned there for months!"
"It wouldn't happen if we weren't in town."
"Uh, well, let's not talk about it now," I dodged his suggestion. "We have the whole evening and I don't have to be home until midnight."
He gave me a hard look, but said nothing.
"Well," he said finally, "Let's finish our soda and head for my pad. What d'you say?"
"All right," I said, agreeing.
When we had finished, and he had paid for the sodas, we left and went out to his bike. I waited while he straddled it, and stomped on the starter. Then I climbed across the back, seating myself directly behind him. We roared off to his place, followed by the envious and admiring stare from the soda jerk.
"Make yourself comfortable," he told me as we entered his apartment.
I looked about me. By nature I am a neat person, so I instantly began to straighten up and make some sort of order in Judd's house before I made myself comfortable.
Also, as his momma, I thought I should pick up his discarded clothes and take the dirty dishes to the sink.
"Ah, you're a smart one," he said as he came out of the bedroom. "You know how to please a daddy, huh!"
"The place is a mess," I stated. "Don't you ever put anything away, or clean up anything?"
"Aw, don't nag me, Momma, don't nag. I can't stand a nagger."
"I'm not nagging, Judd. I just don't understand. You're as bad as my brother. He's a sloppy mess. And his room always looks like a bomb just went off."
"Open up a beer and sit with me. Let's watch some TV or something. What do you say?"
I went obediently to the refrigerator and in silence took two cold cans from it. I opened them and started to get glasses.
"Don't bother with glasses. You'll only have to wash them."
I offered him one of the cans and went into the living room and turned the television on. I took a seat on the couch.
He sat next to me and placed his arm over my shoulder. His arm rested heavily on me and I wanted to shove it away. Yet, I liked it there.
The program had hardly begun when Judd broke the silence.
"Do they know?" he asked. "Who?"
"Your folks. Do they know you're my momma? That you gave yourself to me?"
"A ... no," I said, blushing at the thought.
"You mean they didn't check you out?"
"Why should they? They trust me."
"That's a laugh!" he roared. "Here you go and lose your cherry and you tell me they trust you. What'd you tell them, anyhow?"
"I didn't tell them anything. They didn't ask me and I didn't say. It was that easy."
"Oh." He sounded somewhat disappointed. His hand had slipped down onto my breast. Again, I wanted to shove it away. But again, it felt good.
He started working his fingers over it and I felt the little tingles of electricity shoot through me as my skin pulled tight over my breasts.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said.
"I am comfortable," I replied.
"Aw, you know what I mean," he answered. "You got too many clothes on. Look at me. I ain't got nothin' on but jeans?"
"But, Judd," I protested, "you don't have to cover your chest. You're a man."
"You don't have to cover your chest, either. You're my momma, remember?"
I could not answer him. I sat there blushing.
"Aw, come on, Fran. Wise up. What're you gettin' all uptight for? Hell, after what we did, you shouldn't be even a little ashamed."
"I'm not ashamed, Judd," I protested. "I'm ... I'm embarrassed, that's all! After all, you're the first one I ever did anything with. And I can't just start running around naked."
"Hey!" he shouted eagerly. "That's a great idea. Let's run around naked!" Without waiting for my response, he jumped off the couch and quickly pulled his pants off. He was telling the truth: he had nothing else on.
The sight of his nakedness embarrassed me. But it made me warm all over, too. I decided to join him in his nudity. I stripped off my clothing, fumbling with it in my shyness.
"That's the girl," he said, happily. "That's my momma."
When I had finished laying my clothes neatly out on a convenient chair, I went over and sat next to him on the couch. No sooner had I settled comfortably down than he leaned over and put his mouth to my breast.
I was excited. I was also shocked. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there.
I felt his tongue working over the sensitive skin of my budding breasts, tweaking the nipples. It felt good all over. I felt good all over.
Then he moved to the other one, doing the exact same things to it. I felt even better. And I was more excited than before.
I was beginning to enjoy what Judd was doing. I found myself relaxing and settling back into the cushions. My head lay back on the couch. I wasn't paying any more attention to the television.
He raised himself from me and took stock of my position. He rose from the sofa and, walking across to the television, clicked it off. Reaching up to a shelf above and to one side of the set, he turned on the radio.
"It was distracting anyhow," he announced.
I didn't ask him what he meant. I knew.
Instead of returning to the couch, next to me, he fell to his knees in front of me. He reached out, grasped my legs at the knees, and spread them. He then pushed his head inside my crotch.
I'm sure that I blushed. And my first impulse was to push him away. But I already knew better.
Instead, I tried to relax, and let him do with me what he chose.
Nuzzling his face into the soft hair of my crotch, he slipped his tongue out and made me feel warm and good as he had done the first time.
I felt his tongue slip over the lips of my cunt. It felt hot. It felt slick. I liked it.
I spread my legs slightly further. Judd, seeing what I was trying to do, spread them even further with his hands. With my legs almost as wide apart as they would go, he had more easy access to me, which he took advantage of.
His lips were sucking the lips of my womanhood. He was pulling on them, stretching them, tugging at them, insistantly, constantly. I felt them give, relax, part, and open for him. My whole body began catching the fervor and excitement. And this time I didn't need vodka. I was willing without anything, any stimulants.
"Mmmmm," I said, "that feels good-"
"Like it?" he asked needlessly.
"Yes," I answered nonetheless.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested, rising to his feet. Now, I saw that his cock was rampant, swollen and big. It stood out and up from his body, hard and twitching. It reminded me of the other time, the first night. And sensations started to grow in my groin. Anticipation ... desire ... hunger. Now I had a better understanding of what would happen, and what names to put to these various feelings and needs that Judd awoke inside of me.
I got up from the couch. Before I could pass him, he caught me in his arms and drew me to him, holding me close. His stiff meat was between my legs. He arched his pelvis, slipping it back and forth between my legs.
The familiar itching began burning between my legs. I rubbed my pussy gently across his lower stomach and the base of his prick, scratching myself with the coarse, plentiful hairs there.
"Mmmmm!" The first itchings were satisfied.
"Remember that? Remember that, Momma? It was good, wasn't it? You want some more of it, don't you?"
"Mmmmm," I said again. I rubbed harder against him, forcing my crotch harder against his pubic hairs, scratching away the growing, burning, insatiable itch of desire. "Oh, Judd!"
He led me toward the bedroom, holding my body close to his and walking in step so as not to break our contact.
Once in the bedroom, we fell to the bed, rolling against each other.
"How about trying your mouth on it again?" he suggested. "It was good last time. You was scared, but it was good. Maybe you can do better this time."
Obediently, I turned my body on the bed and brought my face close to his prick. The smell of his flesh filled my nostrils, exciting me further. The pungent odor of his crotch attracted me, drew me, pulled me.
The hairs tickled my nose and cheeks as I approached. But I didn't hesitate. My tongue shot out and onto his stiffened tool. I attacked the head first, licking around it. I pulled the skin back from it and licked it clean. The wetness from it whetted my desire. I licked more greedily. An occasional whimper slipped from my lips.
Judd, meanwhile, was by no means inactive. He was busy with his mouth and hands, stroking my stomach and groin with his fingers, licking my cunt lips along their full length with his tongue. His actions and efforts encouraged me. I abandoned myself to my delightful task.
"That's it, Momma," I heard him telling me. "That's it, make love to it, make it feel good. Lick it, lick it for your daddy. Suck on it. Suck nice. Make Daddy feel good."
He was doing it again. He was coaxing me into satisfying him, taunting me into pleasing him.
But I didn't care. I wanted to please him. I liked what I was doing.
My mouth slipped down the undersides of his stiffened cock and onto the tight, hard wrinkled sac which held his balls. It was drawn up tight against the back of his cock. It felt like coarse leather. The sac was pulled so very tight that the nuts couldn't move when I stroked them with my tongue.
Nonetheless, I soaked them with saliva, back and forth went my tongue until they were wet, slick and warm.
Then I worked my way back up the length of his cock and opened my mouth. I let it slip over the head of his cock and continued to descend over his prick. I took better than half of it into my mouth before gagging.
At which point he interjected, "Aw, Momma, don't choke on it, love it. Relax and love it. Take it all, Momma. Make it feel good. Let me feel your lips all the way down on it. Make Daddy feel good."
I relaxed my throat and pressed my head further down on him. To my great surprise, I felt his hardness inching into my throat, but I didn't choke or gag.
I continued to think of relaxing and continued to work my head up and down on him, stroking my mouth back and forth over most of the length of his prick.
"Yeah, Momma, that's it. Suck it, Momma. It feels good. Oh, Momma, make Daddy feel real good!"
I tried to please him. I tried to shove my head down so that all of it would slide into me. But I couldn't do it. There was at least two inches of his cock that I could not devour.
I pulled off and raised my head from his cock. Saliva dripped from my mouth and was clinging to both his cock and my lips.
"I can't suck it all, Judd."
"Daddy!" he corrected emphatically. "I'm your daddy! Remember that, I'm your daddy, and you're making him feel good. You're his momma, you're making him feel good." On and on his voice droned, seductively, suggestively, hypnotically.
So, I tried again.
I pressed his shaft into my throat and pressed hard. I forced it into the tightness of my throat. I raised off him just long enough to take a deep breath. Then quickly I descended on it again, lodging it deep in the closeness of my constricted throat.
I opened my eyes and could see only a small bit of his cock still protruding from my mouth.
"Almost there-" He was taunting me again. "Almost got it, almost got it all. That's what you want, too, all of it, isn't it?"
I didn't answer him. My efforts answered for me. I shifted my position so that my neck was not bent at such a sharp angle.
Again, I pressed my face into his crotch, my mouth wide open and accepted his manhood into my mouth.
Again I felt the suffocating tightness. Again I pressed on, deeper until I felt something give. I felt the head of his cock slip into my throat.
Then I relaxed. I swallowed over and over, forcing myself to relax with his cock anchored in my throat. The efforts pulled tears from my eyes. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't. So, I continued to swallow. I continued to work my throat about the head of his swollen cock.
"Hot damn!" He was quite excited now. "Momma's got it, she's got all of her daddy's cock. All of it!"
His hands came on my head and raised it off him slightly, only to press it back into him. His groin came up to meet me and I relaxed again.
I wanted to please him. I wanted to eat him, all of him. I wanted to be his momma. I wanted him to be my daddy. I had to please him.
His hips worked steadily, now slipping his dripping cock in and out of my tight throat.
And I fought back the strong desire to retch, to vomit. I forced myself to relax. I thought of nothing but my daddy's cock. I thought of nothing .but what I was doing-sucking his cock.
From somewhere I heard a snapping sound.
"Here," I heard Judd saying, "hold this to your face and breathe deeply. Don't worry, it won't hurt you. Just breathe deep on it."
I trusted him, so I accepted the handkerchief which was wadded. I took a deep breath from it. Immediately I felt a tingling sensation envelop me. I felt myself becoming wobbly, woozy. My body began to hum.
The cloth fell from my face and I saw his cock before me.
I dove for it.
I devoured it.
I ate it ... completely.
Simultaneously, I felt Judd working his fingers around my pussy. I felt him slipping his fingers into me. It hurt. But I didn't care. It didn't hurt that much, or as actual pain. It felt good. It was a good feeling, a good hurting.
It hurt.
It felt good.
It hurt!
I was confused and befuddled. I didn't know whether to scream or moan. But I didn't want him to stop.
I didn't want him to continue, either.
I was mixed up.
My head was spinning.
"Oh, Judd," I moaned, "put it in me. Fuck me, fuck me now! Quickly, please! Oh, please, Judd!"
I don't know what happened, exactly. My only thoughts now were to have him inside of me. I was so relaxed, so limp, so hungry. My muscles tingled. They twitched. I tried to work them. I tried to contract them, but they wouldn't. They were too relaxed. They would only open up and relax more. They would only admit him into my pussy. His fingers-Two. Three. Four.
Four fingers! Four fingers working in and out of my pussy.
But I wanted him deeper.
I wanted him all the way inside of me.
My pelvis began to gyrate. I threw all caution, all reservations to the wind. I wanted to be fucked, now.
"Oh, Judd," I begged, "fuck me. Fuck me now!"
I raised up off him and got to my knees, keeping my legs spread wide. I groped on the sheet for the handkerchief that I had had. I found it at last. I brought it to my face and inhaled.
I breathed deeply.
I became submerged in a sea of desire. I floated in a sky of sensuality. I dripped passion.
I reaked abandon.
My hips were thrashing wildly. I stared down at Judd with unblinking eyes. I looked at his nude form stretched out. I saw his thick, long cock standing up from his groin. I watched his hand slip up and down it slowly.
My eyes traveled up his body to his face. He was staring up at me, watching me. There was an evil grin on his face, a teasing look, taunting, beckoning.
My eyes moved to his shoulder and down the biceps of his arm. It was flexing. His muscles were contracting and releasing spasmodically.
My eyes moved down to his forearm, and then further on, to his wrist and to his hand. His fist was rolled into a cylinder. The fingers were bunched together in an extended position. The force made the tendons on his wrists stand up beneath his skin.
Then his fingers disappeared from sight into me. They were in me. They were poking into my cunt.
Quickly I took another deep breath from the handkerchief. Again I stared, fascinated at the sight of his hand. I stared transfixed.
"What's the matter, Momma? What's wrong?" Only hazily did his voice penetrate the thickness of my daze. I looked at him and mumbled. My words would not form. Incoherent sounds and jumbled syllables fell from my lips. As I continued to try to talk, his free hand took something from a little box. He placed it in the folds of the handkerchief. He raised it to my face.
"Here, Momma," I heard him say, at least I think that's what he said, "this will help my momma to make her mind up. Take it, take it."
I took it from him, clumsily. I almost dropped it on the mattress between us.
"Hold it to your mouth and nose. Hold it close. Now squeeze it hard. Squeeze it and breathe deeply, deeply."
I did as he said. I squeezed. But there was no popping sound.
Almost immediately my nose was filled with the strangeness that the fumes imparted.
An intolerable heat settled over me. My ears rang. My head spun.
I looked at his cock. He was still working it slowly, steadily, hypnotically up and down, up and down. The skin folded over the head of it and unfolded, folded, and unfolded. Smoothly, slowly, steadily.
My eyes moved up over his body again. I reveled in his nudity. I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked into his unmoving, unblinking eyes. I watched the tip of his tongue dart out and glide across his lips. I watched the muscles in his arm flex and relax. I saw his hand raise and lower as it slipped in and out of me. I could feel that, but not see it.
I was impassioned beyond belief. I swam in sex, drowned in desire, suffocated by hunger.
My hips were moving now. They were rising and falling on the hand beneath and inside of me.
I craned my neck to watch the fingers appear, disappear.
Each time they seemed to slip further into me. Each time the feeling became better. Each time I wanted more of him.
Each time I pressed down harder.
Each time more of him entered me.
Each time his fingers disappeared completely. The palm of his hand was forcing my lips apart. My wet, red cunt lips.
His fingers moved in and out; my lips were being forced, stretched, widened. It felt good!
Again, I grabbed the cloth and breathed deeply. Again, I felt the delicious sensations enveloping my body. Again I felt the desire within me getting out of hand, heightening, growing. Again I needed the fullness of my daddy.
Still holding the handkerchief to my face and breathing deeply, I raised myself from the hand beneath me and straddled him. I sank down onto him, devouring his cock with my pussy.
I watched.
I saw it disappear.
I felt it burn as it plunged up into me. I felt my body contort with the pleasurable pain.
I watched his prick as it came back into my sight. And then it quickly disappeared again.
I realized that I was the cause of it.
I was riding him as I did that first night ... wildly, hungrily, with total abandon.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his hands come up to my breasts. I felt the sharp pain as he pinched my tit nipples with his fingernails. I writhed as they pained. I contorted as he twisted and pulled on them.
But I did not stop my bucking. I had to have that hot shaft inside of me.
I breathed on the cloth again, forcing myself to the deepest depths of depravity.
My body ached from my activity. But I couldn't stop.
My stomach ached from the growing tension. It built. It exceeded all previous limits.
Down my channel it came, liquid fire drenching the walls of my cunt, bathing the hot, hard shaft anchored within me.
It glistened as it drained down onto his groin, mingling with his pubic hairs, matting them in thick, glistening, black wads of tight curls.
I adjusted my position so that I was squatting over him. I was no longer kneeling.
I chose to rise as high as I liked and come down as easily or as hard as I wanted.
I chose to rise as high as possible without totally dislodging his rampant cock from my cunt, and fell down on him with all my weight. I sank his cock into me until I could feel it pressing against my lower stomach and against my womb.
I could feel the tenderness in my feminine cavity growing. But it only incited me further.
Again Judd offered me another cloth. I took it, eagerly, impatiently, gluttenously.
I inhaled passion.
I inhaled excitement.
I inhaled sex.
I inhaled desire.
I inhaled depravity.
My body was moving up and down swiftly. I found that by moving further down his body and by changing the angle of his cock in my cunt, I could achieve greater friction on the walls of my channel.
I found, too, that I could see it better. I could see his cock as it disappeared into me right up against the hard nuts glued to the undersides of the base.
I found myself pulling on my tits. I was tugging at them, twisting, pinching, squeezing.
Judd was stroking my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers. His glassy eyes watched me unblinking and unmoving.
Little droplets of saliva were collecting at the corners of his mouth. Every now and then, his mouth moved and I knew that he was talking, but I couldn't hear him above my groans and moans. I couldn't have heard him over my panting and the heavy breathing. I was deaf to all but my own sounds.
Even I could not understand me, for nothing but incoherent sounds fell from my lips. There were no words.
But my desires were obvious. I wanted cock, cock, cock! Daddy's cock!
I renewed my efforts. I fought off the exhaustion that was trying to claim me. I refused to give in.
Over and over again I felt waves of orgasm immerse me. I felt my juices flow.
Each time my cunt grew more sensitive.
Each time I wanted more cock.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I collapsed next to Judd in a crumpled, exhausted heap.
"What's the matter?" He sounded concerned. "Are you through already? Huh? Don't you want your daddy to feel good, too?"
I mumbled a full two sentences of unintelligible sounds. He took it as consent.
He rolled my body over onto my back. I could not resist. I could not move. I was limp, spent, exhausted.
Still, desire burned in me. Visions of cock swam in the thickness of my mind. Wavy sensations clouded my thoughts. They commanded and controlled my body.
My eyes were focused at the ceiling. I saw a mammoth cock flying there. It was aiming itself at me. It was making its descent. It was coming closer to me. Closer, closer.
I felt it.
Judd's cock touched my hypersensitive lips.
I willed myself to accept him. I willed myself to devour him.
Deeper he went. Deeper, deeper. In and out, in and out.
"Yeah, Momma, yeah!" He was moaning directly into my ear. "That hot, wet, slimy cunt. It's all mine."
I wanted him to have it. I bucked my hips up to him as he lunged down on me and into me. His stiff shaft probed its full length, pushing, stretching, scraping at my hole.
His rhythm was steady, forceful.
His rhythm was forceful.
His rhythm was pounding, pounding.
The feeling was fantastic! I could feel it throughout my entire body. My whole being throbbed with it.
My head swam. My ears rang. My body twitched with spasmodic reactions to the sex and the drug.
I was in heaven-joyful, exotic heaven. There was no pain. There was no hurt. There was only pleasure ... and Judd.
He was fucking up into me for all he was worth.
I could feel myself approaching that moment again. Another climax was overcoming me. I told Judd.
"It's coming, it's coming!" My words hardly made sense to me. "Oh, I'm going to do it again. It's going to happen again."
"Let it!" His full, heavy voice rang sensually in my ear. "Let it, Momma, let it happen! Let
Daddy have it!"
I felt it well up deep within me, like a ball of fire it shot down my canal from my womb. It felt like a leaden ball as it rolled, gaining momentum, force, strength, power.
Then it hit Judd's cock. It triggered his orgasm. I felt the head of his cock swell and explode. A million pieces, each tearing into my inner flesh, ripped a little more of me apart.
It was followed by the heavy sweetness of exhaustion. I felt bliss and contentment.
Judd's motions slowed and stopped. I went limp. But still, I could feel it happening.
My cunt twitched and squeezed his cock. Each time it did, his throbbing tool spat into me once more. Slowly, as I milked him, it spewed its thick cream against the clinging walls of my hole.
Completely spent, we lay in each other's arms, gasping for air.
Slowly, our senses returned.
Slowly, our breathing slowed and calmed.
We lay in silence. I was thinking.
"Judd," I said softly, after a long silence, "where would we live?"
"I know of a place," he murmured softly. His hand squeezed my thigh, affectionately.
"When?"
"Whenever you're ready," he said calmly, as though he had already given it great thought and had come to a decision.
"Give me a week ... Daddy." I was hesitant and unsure if it would be enough. On the other hand, I had been thinking, it could prove to be disastrously too much time.
"You're on, Momma," he answered, squeezing my thighs again.
CHAPTER THREE
As it happened I decided that the best thing to do was to live with Judd and leave my folks, but I didn't know how it would work out. What would happen? I kept asking myself. What were my parents going to do?
I was in my room thinking about these things. My parents had gone out for the evening and I was left at home with my brother, Jerome. He was in his room.
I began to have thoughts about Jerome, the kind of thoughts that most sisters shouldn't have about their brothers. He had just turned sixteen and he was healthy and had a good body. The good body was a result of his constant interest in sports. It seemed like he was always doing something, running, jumping, playing baseball, basketball, whatever.
The more I thought about him and his body, the more that I wanted to find out just how good that body of his was.
I knocked on the door to his room and went in. He was sprawled out on his bed, reading a body-building magazine. There was this picture of a well-muscled Atlas on the front of the magazine.
Jerome was on the bed and he was naked save for a pair of cut-off jeans. His body was revealed to my eye and I watched as his muscles rippled with the movements that he made. I knew that he wasn't wearing anything under his jeans because of the way his cock was hanging.
I sat on the bed near him.
"What are you reading," I asked casually, picking up one of his many magazines. As I flipped through it, I saw that there were many photographs-all of men, all nude.
"Oh, just looking through some mags that Larry loaned me."
"They look interesting."
"Yeah, some of them are." I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was embarrassed.
"Nice photography, too," I commented as I looked at a full page photo of a healthy teenager. The body was clean of hair, except in the crotch. The skin of the boy in the picture was shiny-as though it had been well oiled. Even the cock glistened.
I shot a glance at Jerome to see what his reaction was. It showed interest, but noncommittal.
"Have you ever posed for stuff like this?"
"Me?" He sounded quite surprised.
"Why not. You've got a good body, haven't you? It's as good-or better-than these."
"Do you really think so?" He was interested now.
"Why, certainly. Stand up. Let me look at you."
He scrambled off the bed and stood on the floor, self consciously.
"Strike a pose," I instructed him.
"Like this?" He took up a position similar to one of those in the magazine, the one I had been looking at.
"Hmmmmm." I nodded my head approvingly. "Not bad. If you were oiled and shaved, you'd look as good as him-even though you've got pants on." I paused, calculating his reception to my thought. "You could even make it look more sexy by opening those two buttons," I said as I reached over and popped them open.
He jumped, not expecting my sudden movement. But he didn't stop me. I saw the color rising in his face.
I also saw life come into his crotch.
"That isn't bad at all!" Casually, I looked down at the bush of dark curly hair showing in his open fly.
Jerome continued to stand in his posing position, waiting for me to instruct him further.
"How about standing a little straighter. That's it. Now, spread your feet about a foot and a half apart." As he didn't quite understand me, I knelt before him and placed his feet for him. Then I took his hands, placing them on his hips.
"Okay, now shove your hips a little bit forward." He did so that it was only a few inches from my face. The scent of his young body excited me. My groin began to tighten and twitch.
"If we just do this," I continued as I reached up and opened another of his buttons, "it will look even better."
Opening the button revealed the base of his cock, which was much more than I had expected. His cock was fatter than Judd's. The veins stood out, excitedly.
Grazing the flesh of his cock with my hand-deliberately-I ostentatiously ran my hand down his leg.
He stood motionless. Was he teasing me or testing me? I looked up at his face. He was smiling down at me and I returned his smile.
"For another shot," I went on, determined to play out this little game, "you could have your pants part way down. I've always considered it sort of sexy." I grasped his cuffs and pulled. The material slid easily over his body as the waistband crept lower over his hips. And the opened fly revealed more of Jerome's beautiful cock, which only excited me more.
I couldn't stop now. My mouth began to water. I felt hot inside. I thought about Judd, and I could taste the sweet, the saltiness of his flesh.
I wondered how Jerome, my brother, tasted . ...
I acted. My hand went to his prick. I began stroking his stiff member.
"Sis!" He didn't move, although he sounded quite shocked. I smiled inwardly. This was only the beginning.
"What's the matter? Haven't you ever had this done before?" I continued stroking his cock. Lightly, holding my fingers straight, I pressed them against the flesh.
"But ... you're my sister! Isn't this incest?"
"What does that have to do with it?" My hunger was forcing me into a casual and matter-of-fact attitude. I had to have him!
"But-but Oh, I don't know. It doesn't seem right. Somehow it's wrong!" His conscience was bothering him. I suppose he felt guilty.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Well, what's wrong then? It feels good.
And you like it. And I want it. What's wrong?"
"Well-nothing-I guess-But, what if the folks were to come in?"
"Oh, that." I was deliberately contemptuous, partly to quell his guilt and fears. "They're not due home for hours yet. Besides, we can hear them when they drive in. So there's nothing to worry about."
My voice was tight with excitement. My mind raced. The very thought of seducing my own brother was stimulating. My pussy grew moist as passion grew inside of me.
Each time my fingers moved over his cock, they felt it twitching. It pressed hard against the remaining material.
Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, exhaling heavily through my mouth against the material still covering his cockhead.
The restrained member jerked, bobbing against my parted lips. I raised my arms, putting them around to the cheeks of his ass. I could feel the muscles tighten against my palms, becoming convex as his hips slid forward ever so slightly. He was teasing me, coaxing me to become bolder.
Thrilled, I accepted his challenge. Roving across his ass, my hands moved down, taking the material down with them. The unsupported shorts fell down around his ankles.
As my hands touched the bare flesh of his firm, young ass, I felt his hands settling, one on each side of my temples. He pulled me gently against his groin.
Moaning, I rubbed my face up and down, up and down.
"Oh, sis." He shoved his hips more boldly against me. "That's good! It feels great!"
Without changing position he lifted first one foot, then the other, and let his jeans fall off his feet. He now stood naked. And his stiff cock pressed hard against my chin.
My tongue snaked out and licked. Convulsively, his hips twitched.
Again, my tongue. Then I began working and kissing and licking up one side of his gorgeous staff, moving gradually toward the head. Upon reaching it, I found a pearl of liquid had formed over the tiny slit.
"Oh, Jerome!" I moaned as I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. His hands still resting on the sides of my head, began urging me further down on his prick. Even though he was larger in girth than Judd, he was only seven or so inches long. Swallowing him was easy after Judd's monstrous length.
I swallowed him whole. With my nose nuzzling deep into his pubic hairs, his hips began a slow, grinding motion. He rotated them, mostly going back and forth, forward and backward, backward and forward.
The muscles of his butt tensed and relaxed with each complete rotated movement. I slipped one hand further around the back, in between his hot, wet flesh, and sought out his balls.
I found them hanging loosely under his cock, which was well buried in my throat. I stroked them. I tickled them. I tugged at them.
I worked them around in my hand, manipulating them between my fingers and thumb.
I rolled them around in their sac.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, "That's great!" And he began to gain confidence. His growing agitation began to take over.
I took my mouth from his swollen cock. "Why don't you kneel next to the edge of the bed?" I scrambled back onto the bed and lay down with my head hanging over its edge right in front of his tool.
I reached over my head and pulled his hips forward. His cock moved easily into my mouth as it bent forward. Keeping my eyes open, I watched it as it disappeared into my throat. His balls came closer and closer. And I closed my eyes as they finally nestled, one lying on each eyeball, divided by the bridge of my nose. I liked the sensation of heat they caused on my eyelids.
He resumed his grinding rotations, which pulled his prick almost totally from my throat and mouth at each gyration before shoving it back in.
As this was experimental on my part, I found I was having difficulty swallowing the collecting saliva. Each time Jerome withdrew, he took most of it with him. By tightening my lips as he reentered, I found I could leave most of it on his cock, leaving his prick free to remove more on the next round.
"Oh, sis," he groaned passionately, "suck it, yeah! Suck it good! Wow! You're good! Suck it!"
His motions became jerky, more excited. But I didn't want him to come yet. I didn't want it to end so soon.
So, I reached up, found, and placed his hands on my tits. He curled his fingers into the yielding flesh. He understood what I wanted and began to work his fingers in and over my breasts.
He dug at them.
He pinched them.
He pressed them.
He squeezed them.
I ran my hand all over his body, wherever I could reach. I touched him. I tickled him. I poked him, gently.
Up to his chest, I tickled and lightly pinched the tiny nipples of his firm masculine chest. Quickly they went hard and taut.
Reaching up further, I could touch his neck. I could tell by the position of his chin, which I reached with my fingertips, that he too was watching his cock as it worked in and out of my mouth.
Arching against him, I spread my arms across his slightly hunched shoulders. I slid my hands down over his biceps. I felt them flexing as they moved in rhythm with his fingers. I relaxed back down on the bed, bringing my hands down over his arms, his wrists, and finally his hands. For a moment I rested mine over his, moving my fingers with his as he worked on my tits.
"Oh, baby," he moaned softly, "you're great! You're wild! Suck it! I haven't had that done for a long, long time. Suck it."
Mouth and throat working frantically, I swallowed, squeezed, gently bit, worked his meat deeper and deeper into my throat. Simultaneously I forced my nose into his groin and pressed it against the hard muscle there, leading into his cock. It slid back and forth over my nose as he drove his cock into and out of me.
His hands left my tits and roved down, kneading my flesh as he worked downward. His warm fingers slid slowly, sensuously down over my abdominal muscles, pushing and pulling at the soft belly flesh as they progressed toward my pussy.
My hips ground out their own rhythm, rising and falling on the bed. I thrashed back and forth, wanting, needing, demanding something in there.
I wanted contact.
I needed his fingers.
I demanded attention in my pubic area.
His eager hands finally arrived. Gently, hesitantly he began probing. His fingers touched the lips of my cunt, one on either side. He slid them down the length of my lips, pressing against them. The pressure curled the lips, baring the pinkness of my inside pussy flesh.
"Wow! Look at that slit! Look at it-" He was talking to himself. "It's wonderful, wild! Fantastic! It's all wet and juicy, slick and shiny! I'll bet that's been fucked good? Huh, sis? I'll bet you've had some hot cocks in there loving it? Huh, sis?"
His fingers and his voice gave him away. He was really hot.
He pressed hard into me with both hands, spreading my cunt. He worked his hands back and forth, kneading the tender flesh.
Then the itching started deeper inside, causing me to twitch as well as undulate.
His fingers, his hands moved, kneading, rubbing, stroking. Closer and closer to my hole. I ached with desire and itched with need. I spread my legs apart, further than before. I arched higher into him, trying to tell him by gesture to move his fingers-some of them at any rate-inside of my slit.
He took the hint.
"There it is," he exclaimed, almost as though he'd discovered a new thing. "There's your clit!" ' I felt him take hold of my clit with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it experimentally. I jerked convulsively, my stomach muscles pulling in taut. My head lunged as my back arched, jamming his cock further into my throat-further than I had thought possible.
A moan slipped from my mouth. It sounded more like a wet gurgle as it boiled up through my accumulated saliva.
But Jerome understood and squeezed my clitoris again, harder this time. Again my body convulsed. Again he pinched. And again I lunged at him.
At the same time, he still worked the fingers of his other hand into my cunt, slipping them in and out in a quickened rhythm. It felt as though he had at least two, or perhaps three, fingers inside of me. I loved it. My hips continued to rise up to him, increasing the depth and pressure of his thrusts. He continued to stroke and squeeze my clit, which kept my body thrashing beneath him.
Both of our excited bodies were passionately working.
I slipped his cock from my mouth. Immediately, I reached for his balls. With a little arching on my part and a short forward shift-aided by my guidance-I got hold of the sac and was able to suck both balls into my mouth. I worked them around with my tongue. Alternately I pressed them against my cheeks, and toothed them lightly. I didn't try to hurt him, only excite him more, stimulate him more.
I pressed my nose into the crack of his ass. His odor was strong, pungent, attractive to me.
It drew me. Eagerly, I probed deeper, searching the crack, seeking for the source. Using my hands, I parted his cheeks, baring his crack to the wetness of my face.
Releasing his balls, I shot my tongue up his crack toward his delectable ass-hole. The tight pink, ring contracted. But now, I wouldn't be denied.
Pulling his crotch higher onto my neck, I allowed my head to push higher, reaching further up his crack, and his ass-hole.
My lips descended right over his hole, making it slippery enough for my tongue to begin entry. After a few thrusts, I could feel his ass relaxing. I was making headway, probing into his rectum. I began searching its depths, desiring to wet it with a thick film of my saliva.
The bed squeaked from the violence of my movements. In trying to increase the rhythm, I intensified the sound.
I worked harder.
I worked faster.
"Yeah, sis. Work that cunt for me-Let's see if I can make it feel as good with my hand as a cock can. Grind it up to me. Let me feel the hotness of that hole-Let me feel the hotness-Suck my ass while you're at it-suck it out-Open it with your tongue-Wet it good-Make it feel good-"
Jerome was highly excited. His cock twitched and thumped against my breasts as I lunged at his ass with my tongue.
I felt his fingers pressing into my hole. The fingers of his other hand twisted and pulled at my clit. They pinched, stretched, rolled it. It excited me. It maddened me. It depraved me.
"Oh, Jerome! Fuck it-Fuck me-Fill it up-Make it feel good-please-"
"I gotta better idea." He got to his feet.
I rearranged myself on the bed and watched him. I stroked my cunt with my fingers as I did so.
He picked up two magazines and left the room. I heard water running. Then silence. He returned, carrying the two magazines, now soaked in water and rolled into a cylinder. He covered the roll with a condom. The result was a warm dildo, two inches thick and about eleven inches long.
He got onto the bed next to me and pressed it against my cunt lips. I spread my legs, pulling the lips apart for him.
Also, I reached up and stroked his cock. I let my hand slip up and down the full length of it. I watched the head swell as my hand moved toward the head. The slit would open, and in two or three strokes, it had managed to form a large drop of clear lubricant.
With the tip of my finger I transferred the liquid to my mouth, licking the finger. The taste was warm, sweet, salty, delicious. I wanted more.
I felt the warm pressure of Jerome's homemade dildo creeping into me-slowly-slowly-slowly.
His eyes shone as he stared, fascinated, as the pliable shaft grew shorter and shorter as it disappeared inside of me.
I felt it going deeper. It eased the flesh aside as it slid, spreading the walls of my cunt and opening me up.
I pressed my hips up toward him. I was showing him that it didn't hurt. I was helping him and letting him know that I wanted more.
"Oh, Jerome!" My hands clutched tightly to his rampant cock. "Fuck that damned thing into me-It's so good-warm-hard-And it's deep-deep inside of me-Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
He complied, shoving it into me with steady strokes until he hit bottom. Then he would remove it, slowly and steadily. I felt the walls and lips of my pussy clinging to its slickness.
I looked down, seeing them being pulled out and from me. Then when he would shove it back into me, they would skin down the length of the fake cock, clinging to it and holding it firmly.
"Let me," I said suddenly. I reached out and took the dildo from him.
Holding the shaft between my legs, I arose and stood on the floor next to him. He lay down on the bed with his face near my cunt, watching me.
My hips began undulating as I steadily inserted the dildo into myself. When I felt it touch bottom, I almost fainted. I held it in place by squeezing my cunt lips. I took the opportunity to fondle my tits with my hands. I worked with them roughly, pinching and pulling on them. I worked my hips in front of my brother's fascinated face, letting him see me make love to his dildo.
Back and forth he worked the cock in his hand, pulling the skin down and rubbing his fingers over the sensitive glans. The head became a dark shiny purple and ooze formed on the mini lips. His hand moved up and down making it swell and pull. The cock was an enticing piece of meat.
He reached out with his other hand and held the stub of the dildo firmly. Then he twisted it from side to side, around and around. I could feel it moving inside of me, relieving the, now incense, itching and burning. It was wonderful!
My hips continued to work on his artificial tool. Hungrily, they slipped back and forth on it-eagerly, as he kept holding it for me.
"Wow!" he murmured, "that's really something! That's really a sight! Nearly that whole damned thing's up your snatch! Nearly all of it! The whole damned thing!"
He continued to work, edging it still further, pressing it harder against the base of my womb.
So strong were the sensations that they were paralyzing my hips. My cunt and lips went limp and numb. I realized I was pinching my tits with my nails. I was creating needles of pain, hard pain, which shot downward and joined the numbness in my stomach.
"Oh, Jerome, fuck me-Fuck it into me-Fuck me with it-Fuck me-Fuck me-" There was no stopping me now! Pains were becoming pleasures. Sensations stimulated me into mad pelvic gyrations.
It occurred to me, oddly, that the scene would have been obscene to onlookers. But that thought only spurred me further. The sight of my brother lying there, jacking off while fucking my cunt with his magazine dildo, drew my hips to him. I saw that his hand was wet from my juices. That did not deter him, and he continued to work on me.
"How's that feel, sis?-like a real cock?-like a hard, stiff cock up there? like it-Feed good-Want it?"
I pressed downward, bending my knees and twisting my lower body to accommodate the shaft. I came lower down on the shaft.
"Take it-take it all, if you want. I'd like to see all eleven inches of it inside you-I'd like to be able to stick my finger in you-I'd like to be able to get a finger up that hole and feel it up in there-I want to see it disappear-Take it, sis-Take it, all of it-Come on, you can do it-Take it-Take it-"
I continued to press down on the dildo until my knees touched the floor. His eyes never left my snatch. His hand kept arching the magazines into me. The sensations continued to enslave my hole. They increased its desire. I wanted to consume more and more of it.
"Yeah-You're getting it-You're making it-Take it-Come on, sis-Take it-You wnat it-I know you do-You can take it-Take it-Come on, baby-Take it-Fill that snatch-Suck it up."
My sucking, pulling cunt drew the shaft steadily into me. The pressure increased as I bore down on the makeshift cock. I wanted to please Jerome. I wanted him to feel all of it inside of me. I wanted to see his reaction.
"Shit!" he exclaimed suddenly. "There it goes! It's all in, sis! You've got it all-All of it-It's up that cunt. Babe, you've got it all. You've got it all! I can feel it up there-way up there-That whole fucking cock is up there!"
I knew it.
I could feel it.
I ground my body, pulled my tit with one hand and scratched flesh with the other. My hand glided over his body, onto his arm, down the arm, to his hand. I felt two fingers extended, poking up into me. My fingers followed them into my hole. I touched the base of the soggy shaft!
His other hand worked rapidly on his stiff meat.
He beat it.
He whipped it from side to side. He slipped his hand back and forth with such speed that it was blurred to the sight. "Damn!" he shouted. "I can't take it anymore! I'm going to come. I can't hold off! I'm going to pop!" His body went into the preliminary convulsions of orgasm. His cock throbbed twice.
Then it disappeared into my throat! I wanted to have his come. I wanted to feel it spill into my mouth. I was going to eat my brother. I wanted his hot, young cream.
It jerked once-twice-
And I tasted it.
It began with a spurt, but quickly became a steady flow. My mouth filled and I swallowed. As swiftly as I swallowed, he caught me again. His ejaculation was immense. It seemed endless.
But I continued to suck it away from him. And he continued to poke his fingers into me. He jabbed them against the dildo, shoving it roughly against my lower stomach. Each time shivers of passion raced through me.
My peak was coming. I felt my body tighten. The walls of my cunt gripped the invader.
It happened for me.
My channel filled. It overflowed. It ran down the length of the slick-sided dildo. It fell from my cunt and into the convex palm of my brother's hand, filling it.
I continued to lap and suck and swallow his cream. It was hard, lumpy, hot and sweet. It had a delicious salty overflavor. I loved it!
When his throbbing and draining had subsided, I raised up off his prick and looked down at my crotch. His hand was full of my juices. I looked at him. Our eyes met-and held.
Slowly, his hand came upward, holding the bulk of my orgasm cupped in his palm. He stopped moving it as it came level with his chest, as I saw out of the corner of my eye. Too, I saw the smile growing on his face-a leer, a dirty grin.
I knew what he wanted-
Slowly-very slowly-I leaned forward, still holding his gaze, and approached his full hand. My tongue came out of my mouth and touched his wrist, tenderly, but eagerly. It crept upward toward his hand, soon finding the puddle of warm fluid.
I kept watching his face. His eyes glinted in the lamplight. His teeth reflected the light. His lips were pulled back, the corners turned down.
He was being cruel.
He was being dirty.
And that's exactly what I wanted!
I remembered the dildo, still lodged deep in my cunt. My hips moved. I still stared at my brother. Neither one of us spoke a word.
I hovered over his palm, the tip of my tongue dipped into the thick wetness lying there.
He lowered his palm, just out of reach.
His sneer increased. "Want it?" His voice was barely audible-but plainly taunting, sneering, deriding.
My head jerked slightly in affirmation.
"Work for it, baby. Work those hips-Grind them-I want to watch you screw yourself-Let me see you love that cock in there. Work, baby-Work-Fuck."
I began working my hips in large circles.
He moved his hand away, down toward his cock. The palm turned down. The liquid spilled onto his shaft. Taking his cock in his hand, he slushed the juice all over it as he began jacking off.
My hips were working large circles. My vaginal passage caressed the magazines within me. The dildo with its wet stiffness, pushed and stretched, probed and poked at me.
I was getting excited all over again!
Our bodies were again in motion. Both were working. Both of us were lost, abandoned, immersed in sex.
Our gazes still locked, we were both reading things from each other: thoughts, ideas.
But it wasn't enough this time. I wanted more.
Suddenly, stopping the rotating, I pulled the dildo out of me and tossed it away, careless of where it landed.
This time it would be all or nothing! Incest, my pussy!
I leaned forward, coming up on my knees. Reaching both arms out, I placed them on my brother's shoulders. I used him as a lever to hoist myself up onto him, over his prick.
Jerome started when he realized what I was going to do. He tried to pull back. He didn't want to screw his sister! The little coward, I thought. He had been cruel. Now it was my turn!
Before he could pull back, I had landed on his groin. I did it all in one smooth series of motions. To feel a cock-a real cock-inside of me. I moaned with delight as I sank swiftly down onto his prick.
Then I convulsed my hip muscles. Jerome's grimace gave way to a pleasurable delight as he experienced cunt-action.
At first, I just rocked back and forth-back and forth. Then I switched to sideways motions just like I'd read one did on a camel. At last I started to gyrate, and increased the rhythm.
"That's it, baby! Go-Go-Go-Go-Go!"
He started to buck under me. With my thighs I clung to him as he leaped and jumped about on the bed.
His hands found my breasts. They commenced squeezing and massaging my tits. His fingers dug into my tender, sensitive flesh, harder with each stroke.
As my thighs tightened and loosened, so did my cunt and ass muscles. Jerome was quickly being reduced to a state of a frenzied animal, just as I was.
Our speed grew, so did the passion. Now his hands were up on my shoulders. Again his fingers were digging into my flesh. It hurt, but I enjoyed this pain.
Taking a firmer grip on his hips, I slid my hands down to his nipples. Grabbing one in each hand, between thumb and forefinger, I pulled at them, pinching hard.
"Yawwwwww!" He yelled with the sudden pain. "Shitballs! It is great!! ! "
Again I pulled and pinched, harder this time-much harder. In response his hands bit deep into my shoulders. He let one hand slide back down to a breast. Grabbing it, he jerked it with a twisting motion.
My back arched back from the pain. I groaned, stopping all motion.
"Keep working, baby." It was a command, not a request.
I began again, slowly, building back up easily to our previous ecstasy.
"Faster."
But I refused to speed up. So my brother was forced to slow down to match my rhythm.
At a less frenzied pace, I was able to enjoy-no, love-the excitement of sex with Jerome. He really wasn't experienced. But he knew intuitively, what worked and what didn't.
His hands were both on my tits now. He was alternately squeezing them with his fingers and flattening them with his palms. And he kept up a twisting-rubbing motion against my nipples with his palms the whole time. It was wonderful, great. It was fantastic.
I ran my hands up and down his chest, combing my spread fingers through the fine, adolescent down that was just beginning to grow there. I would, at the top of a stroke, curl my fingers about his muscular shoulders, massaging them. Then I would pull my back and shoulders back, dragging my hands, palms last down through his chest hairs. And on down to his ridged guts, down to where my body joined with his.
Then, I would push forward, up toward his shoulders. By resting much of my torso weight on my arms, I created friction between my palms and his flesh. Each time it left a reddened trail or goose flesh up his torso.
Each time I changed my body position slightly, I raised up off him, only to slam back down onto him in the reverse stroke.
Jerome's face had relaxed; his eyes closed. He was enjoying this. So was I!
We went on like this for some time-or so it seemed.
Finally, he let his roving hands rest on the upper swell of my hips. As I came down off a stroke, he flexed his arms, jamming me down onto him. He held me down there while increasing the speed of the rhythm. I now began gyrating. We were rocking around, back and forth, up and down together. Faster and faster, harder and harder we went.
"Take me-Take me!"
And I cried, "I'm coming, too!! I can't stop it!"
Our orgasms were perfectly matched; for as soon as his subsided, mine, too, had reached its end.
I collapsed again and fell onto Jerome, burying my head and face into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my back and held himself inside of me. We lay still for several moments, recovering from our mutual experience.
"Wow!" he gasped. "Now that we know, we'll really have a ball next time!"
I wanted-so desperately-to tell him that there would be no next time.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was ready to move out and I chose an evening when I knew that no one would be about. Judd and I did the whole thing without any hitches. It was simple and now I was free.
He borrowed a car so that we could drive to the town. The town was a hundred and fifty miles away. He had gotten a nice little apartment that was located over a store. It was in a quiet section of the town.
The apartment itself had a living room and a bedroom. There was a kitchen and a bathroom. There was even a small back balcony. I thought that the place was nice and homey and I was happy to find that it was furnished well.
For the first three or four days he and I lived a normal life and it was almost as if we were married. There was a quiet domesticity about those first days that was very pleasant. He was good to me and attentive and considerate. Oh, his mind was on sex a great deal, but that was okay with me.
"Well, momma," he said one evening, rather late, "tonight's the night."
"What do you mean?" I wondered what he meant by "the night."
"Tonight's the night you're to meet the rest of the gang."
"The gang?"
"Yeah, you have to do your thing for them, tonight. It's the rule."
"What do you mean? What thing? And what rules?"
"You know," he said.
"No! I don't," I snapped. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. And I'd like to know!" His casualness irritated me.
"Well," he began, "remember that first night? Remember, I told you I had to have the jeans as evidence? Well, you've had your waiting period, sort of to let you get used to it, and all. Now you have to put out."
"Put out?" I was puzzled.
"Sure, momma. You gotta put for the rest of the fellas. How else d'you suppose you can join the club?"
"Join what club?"
"Oh, come on, momma. You know you gotta join the club. I can't run with you unless you're on the inside."
"You mean our staying together depends upon whether I give myself to the gang, or not."
"Sure does."
"Judd! How could you!"
"Don't look at me, momma," he said innocently. "They're not my rules. I just abide by 'em. And you gotta, too, if we're gonna stay together."
"And if I don't?"
"We're through."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that." Judd snapped his fingers.
There was little emotion in his voice. And certainly no feeling. I didn't understand him. I thought he loved me. I thought we were together, no matter what. He had never told me about the club-or any club, for that matter. We hadn't even discussed it.
He turned me to him and took me in his arms, tenderly. He rubbed his body against mine. He was excited.
"Not now, Judd." I felt dull, sort of stupid. "I don't feel like it." I shoved him away.
"You might as well get in the mood, baby. They're due here any minute."
Even as he spoke, I heard a roar from the street. It was the sound of several motorcycles coming to a halt quite near-almost below us.
Then, there was silence.
And then, the doorbell rang.
In all, I counted six. I disliked all of them, immediately. They were all so cocky, dirty, ill-mannered. None of them was at all like Judd.
When they were introduced to me, they hardly gave me a look. Each merely mumbled something I couldn't understand, and hardly heard.
Beers were opened and passed around. The room was quiet. But I could feel the electricity in the air. We all knew what would happen-one way or another.
Judd was the only one to show any life. He kept the conversation going. He talked about his motor. He drew the others into conversation. In doing so he ignored me.
Finally, he turned to me. There was a smile on his face. It was different than I had seen him wear. It was hard, cold, impersonal.
"Fellas, there she is. What do you think of her?"
There were several comments. I suppose most of them were compliments of one sort or another. But as I could hardly, again, hear them, I couldn't tell. I did catch a few words such as slick, good lay, dumb broad with good looks.
I was insulted. I had expected at least a half-attempt at decent politeness. But apparently my feelings didn't count.
"Harry, since you are the president and leader of the pack, you get first whack. According to the rules, she's got twenty minutes to give herself, right?"
"Right!" Harry's voice was sharp, but impersonal.
Hurt and frightened, I fled the room into the kitchen. I couldn't stand any more of this.
Judd was right behind me.
"Momma, you gotta go through with it. Really, you do. If you don't do it willingly, they're gonna force you. That's the rule. But if they have to force you, you're out. What say?"
It came as a shock to me, but Judd was pleading with me. That was something he'd never done before. I knew he had to care for me. And maybe he didn't like sharing me with them, either, I thought. But he had to, if I wanted to join this club.
I looked at him. Yes, he was pleading. But words wouldn't come. I couldn't think of anything to say to him. I stared at him, my face blank. I know my mouth was hanging open. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"Listen, momma," he continued. His eyes, his face were all pleading now.
"It's only this once. After this, they can't lay a finger on you, no matter what!"
He paused. His hands rose to my shoulders. He gripped me hard, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Do you know what that means? If you give yourself now, you're safe. You'll be mine and safe. If they have to take you, you're public property if you stay here. You can live with me, but you're public property. If one of those guys wants a piece at any time, he has the right to claim you and, by the rule, I can't stop him. Now whaddya say? Be a sport, give it to 'em now, momma. Just this once."
He continued looking at me, pleading. I felt he really did want me for his own and didn't want me to ruin it.
But I couldn't. I couldn't willingly give myself to that group of dirty slobs waiting in the next room. I just couldn't!
Judd reached into the cabinet and pulled the vodka bottle out. He offered it to me.
"Here," he suggested, "I think you'd better ply yourself with this. It'll help. And, these, too." .
He handed me two small yellow capsules.
"Take 'em. It'll help you to relax. Remember, if you fight, I can't help you, at all!"
I took the bottle and the pills. Pouring myself a large glass of vodka, I threw the pills into my mouth and drank the whole glass.
My throat burned. My eyes watered. But I emptied the glass.
I turned to go back into the living room and my knees buckled.
Judd, who had left, came running back when he heard the crash.
"What's the matter?
"Nothing. I slipped. That's all." I was sure that I wasn't going to let those pigs know that I was sick! "I'm all right." I got up unaided, but had trouble keeping on my feet.
My head spun. I couldn't focus my eyes. The room swam.
"Oh, Judd." I buried my head in his shoulder and began crying as my morale collapsed. "I can't. I can't do it. I just can't."
"But, momma, you just gotta. You've only got ten minutes left. Sit down and relax. Take it easy for a second. It'll pass. It always does hit with a bang. Just relax."
I sat down, willingly. I leaned forward, resting my head on the table. I just wanted to close my eyes and die. But I couldn't. My eyes refused to close. The buzzing in my ears wouldn't let me relax. I was wide awake. But my joints were all jelly. I couldn't control my body.
I was roaring drunk!
"Time's up," I heard a squeaky voice shout from a distance. "Party's on!" That had to be Larry. He was a tall, skinny kid with an acne face, and quite dirty.
The swinging door opened. Harry stood there.
"Okay, doll," he said, "What's it gonna be? You gonna go through with it or do you wanna fight?"
I raised my head and looked at him through a pink haze. I tried to say something. But again, nothing came out. I had no voice now.
"That's better, for you. But, personally, I like a little resistance."
He scooped me up in his arms like I weighed only a couple of pounds and carried me through the living room into the bedroom. He dumped me unceremoniously on the bed, which had been stripped of everything but a clean white sheet. There were no blankets, no pillows. Just the bed, the sheet, Harry and me.
I glanced around the room. Everyone had joined us, to my horror. This wouldn't even be private. They had brought chairs, and were now forming a circle around the bed. Judd was among them. He looked at me distantly, curiously.
Harry began stripping. He peeled off his T-shirt, baring a huge, barreled chest, matted with dark curly hair lying flat against his skin.
He pulled off his boots and socks. Then he opened his fly. At once, I could see that he wasn't wearing shorts. As the pants slipped down, his huge cock popped into view. At first, I shuddered. I couldn't imagine that deformed thing being stuffed into me.
His cock hung limp, pendulously between his legs. His sac hung almost as low. Although soft, his cock appeared to be approximately seven inches long. But it was crooked, twisted. The head of it was flat and flared out grotesquely.
Naked, he approached the bed. I shuddered again.
"How ya want it?"
Even if I had wanted to answer him, he didn't give me time. He shoved me back onto the bed, pulled my legs apart and crawled between them. When he was in place, he spat into his palm and worked the liquid onto his cock head. With his other hand he reached for my cunt. He began stroking it, roughly pushing his fingers into my crack.
At first it hurt. I was dry and it did hurt. Then I remembered Judd's words: "Relax," he said.
I tried.
It was a little easier.
Soon I felt Harry shift his weight. His body came up and hovered over me. I couldn't move. Suddenly, I didn't care any more. I didn't care what happened.
I felt the hotness of his cock flesh pressing against my pussy lips. As the pressure increased, my lips were brutally forced apart. He was ramming a space for his huge cock head.
Suddenly the tension relaxed. I knew it had slipped into me. I could feel it on the inside now. I could feel that breadth of his cock head sinking deeper into me. I could feel the crookedness of his cock as it followed the immense head.
Part of me wanted to enjoy it.
But another part of me wanted to vomit.
The sight of that awful cock stayed in my mind. I pictured it cork-screwing into me. And
I could feel it as it began distending my cunt, stretching it. I felt as though I were being torn apart.
"Boy! Is she ever stoned!" Harry said to the rest of the room. "What'd you give her, Judd? She's as relaxed as a bucket of whipped cream. I can't feel nothing."
But Judd didn't answer him.
Hazily, I rolled my head in his direction. He was watching me. I saw him wink, but he didn't smile.
I was pleasing him, I thought. But I couldn't be certain.
Then somewhere inside my head, Harry's words took on meaning. Inwardly I chuckled. It was true. I was relaxed. I was loose. Actually I couldn't feel a thing except the barest sensation of his cock as it poked its way into me.
I couldn't even feel his heavy body, actually. But I knew the weight was there because my breathing was impeded.
I could not feel his weight.
I could not feel his cock.
My legs were suddenly pulled tightly together.
"Ah, that's better," I heard him saying. "Now I can at least feel it. And enjoy it."
"You're not suppose to enjoy it," I heard Judd say. "You're only supposed to do it."
"Oh, I see. You really dig the broad, huh? Well, rules is rules. Right now, and until I pop, baby, she's mine. And I can enjoy all I want until I pop. That's the rule."
His body was sifting from me and pressing back into me, pulling that awful cock from and slipping it back into me.
Although there wasn't much sensation, I could tell that I was lubricated for his cock was slipping easily. It was working more smoothly in and out of me.
As best I could-without being too eager-I tried to help him. I tried to encourage him, to excite him. I wanted to get him to come so he would get off. I wanted to get this whole business over with as quickly as possible.
But I couldn't move.
"How's it feel, baby," I heard him mumble down at me. "How's it feel, good? Everybody-likes Harry's cock once they get used to it. You're getting used to it. How's it feel?"
"I don't feel it at all," I heard myself saying as if from far away. I was surprised to hear my own voice.
"Well, ain't that tough shit!" He spat in my face. "Ain't that just too fuckin' bad!"
I knew that I had angered him. He began slamming his body against mine, knocking the wind out of me with each thrust.
"For that," he went on, "I'm gonna take my sweet time. I'm gonna plow that furrow until you tell each of these guys how good it feels to be fucked by Harry's cock! I wanna hear you tell 'em. Hear? Tell 'em how good it is!"
His voice was becoming impatient. He was very angry, and he could, I reasoned, in my drunken haze, be very cruel if provoked at the wrong time.
"Tell 'em!" He slapped his groin against my passive form beneath him emphasizing his order.
"It's good," I mumbled. "Louder!"
"It's good," I repeated the words louder this time.
"How good."
"Real good."
"What's it feel like?" He was persisting.
"It feels like you're filling me up all the way. It's burning my cunt, stretching it. Making it feel real good."
As I said these things, I felt his cock grow harder and probe deeper. He needed the stimulation of talk to keep him going.
"It feels like a stud cock in me. A real stud cock-fucking me good-real good."
"Yeah, baby! You better believe it's good." His hips moved faster. He lunged into me hungrily. "That's a stud cock you got in you, cunt. A hot stud cock. Feel it? You feel it up there? Tell me you feel it up there. Come on, tell me!"
"Yes, I feel it up there," I agreed. Then I lied, "It feels good, too. Hot and hard and big way up there. Stud cock. Stud cock."
Repeating the phrase, I realized, excited him. I repeated it in a low, steady rhythm. Each time he heard it, his breath rasped as he inhaled quickly.
His cock began to swell inside of me. I could feel it as it slipped in and out, getting
"Oh, shit!" he spat. "She's gonna get it, fellas! She's gonna get my spunk! All of it!"
The head of his cock opened and four huge spurts of thick liquid burned into my channel.
Almost as quickly as he came, he rolled off me. His limp cock slipping from me with a loud slurping sound. He had spent all.
"All right, Mike," he said as he arose from the bed, "Let's see you take her on-'cept I don't see how anybody's gonna enjoy her after you're through with that dong of yours. She may be even torn apart! Who knows?"
I turned my head, sluggishly, and looked a Mike. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about him. His build was quite normal.
As he removed his shirt, I saw that his body was covered with a thick dark blanket of kinky hair. Not only was it on his chest, but also on his shoulders and most of his broad back. He reminded me of a mangy brown bear.
Beneath all that matted hair, I could see that he was well muscled and a bit heavy. But on the whole, his body was quite well-built.
When he removed his tight jeans, I saw that his legs were covered, as well, with the thick hair mat. His legs were thick. His thighs were tight and firm.
He was wearing jockey shorts. In his groin rested a large bulge. His cock was soft and limp. I had the feeling that he wasn't interested in me. I felt that he was doing this because it was expected of him.
He looked down at me almost passively. I could have been anyone-young, old, good, bad, indifferent. It would have made no difference to him. Or so I thought.
He bent forward, taking my breasts in his large hands. He closed his fingers as he scooped one tit into each hand. When he had them firmly in his grasp, he began pulling upward on them. They stretched away from my body.
At first I didn't mind. But soon, the pain became evident. In order to alleviate it, I shoved my breasts forward and lifted my body some off the bed. It was all to no avail. As soon as I would relieve the pressure, he would increase the pull again.
"Ow," I moaned, lazily, "you're hurting me.
"Yeah?" He increased the pull on my breasts. The pain increased.
My body started to ache. I brought my hands up to his and held him by the wrists. I hoped to reduce the pressure and pain.
"Does it really hurt?"
"Yes, please, don't."
As I said this, he reacted. He yanked on my tits harshly, lifting me fully off the mattress. I screamed.
"That's it, baby," he moaned softly, "show me a little life to Mike. Don't just lay there like a bump on a log. Show a little of that life.
Understand?"
I looked hopefully, toward Judd. He was sitting there, watching every move. He didn't show the slightest indication of concern. I was distressed.
Suddenly I screamed!
Mike had jerked and twisted suddenly on my breasts, causing sharp intense pains to shoot back through my flesh and across my shoulders and beneath my armpits.
"There, now. That's what it's all about, baby," he said to me. "Sex isn't eating a cream puff, you know. Sex is fun! It's alive! Show me you're alive!"
He pulled on my breasts again. Again I screamed. It felt as though my breasts were being torn from my body.
I clawed at his hands, trying to remove, them.
The slap across my face that he administered sent my head reeling. Stars filled my eyes. The stinging sensation immersed me. I tasted blood in my mouth. I guess I was about half-conscious. I felt as though I were falling, falling, falling.
It was a pleasant feeling. But it ended abruptly as my head hit the bed, which was suddenly hard instead of soft and yielding. But it wasn't the bed, it was Mike's knees. And it jolted me back into consciousness.
I opened my eyes. Mike appeared before my eyes. He loomed up above me, but upside down. And my scalp hurt. But I was more alert now. I supposed he must have released his hold on my breasts and grabbed my hair, swinging me up and over until my head collided with his bony hard kneecap.
"Now, bitch," he leered down, "see what's in store for you." And for emphasis, he twisted my breast again. Cruelly. He hadn't released both breasts at all, I realized as I screamed in pain and horror.
He dropped me abruptly. I fell back to the bed. I looked, inadvertently, at his groin. I was amazed, shocked, frightened.
It had swelled to immense proportions. The tight material contained him, but only just. It was stretched so tightly, and was pulled away from him so far that the elastic of the waist was pulled away from his stomach.
"Know what's in there?" He leered at me again, enjoying himself. Enjoying my pain. "That's my secret weapon! That, dear little cunt, is what I call my tamer."
I looked up at him and terror grabbed me by the neck. I was terrified by what I saw. His face was a mask of satanic delight. There was a cruel sneer on his lips. His dark eyes glinted with cruelty. There was a smirk on his face, a smirk of domination and it told me that I was going to feel more than pain and he was going to enjoy my agony.'
He reached down, and, grabbing my breasts again, he twisted on them. When I writhed from the pain, he suddenly yanked me to a sitting position. Using them as levers and handles, he hauled me to the edge of the bed. I was positioned so that my legs dangled over the edge and my face was parallel to his prick. I was ready to collapse the moment he turned loose of me. But he did not. "Kiss!" he spat.
I looked up at him. I was puzzled for I didn't know what he wanted me to do.
"Kiss!" As he repeated the command he hauled forward on my breasts, pulling me toward him.
My head rolled forward. His groin was so close that I could no longer focus my eyes on it. But I could smell it-hot.
My head rolled forward. His groin was so close that I could no longer focus my eyes on the damn thing. But dammit all, I could smell it ... masculine ... sweaty.
Even in my semi-stupor, I was tempted and tantalized.
I made contact with the soft material. I pressed my lips to it.
Underneath, I could feel the change that had taken place. I could feel the huge snake waiting there, coiled up into a firm ball. It just waited to be released.
"Kiss it," he said. He yelled at me now, administering a clout to the side of my aching head.
He released my tits, only to grab my ears. He ground my face into his crotch and pressed it hard against him. The soft material scratched as it scraped across my face.
I kissed as best I could.
"Better!" he ordered.
I tried to kiss better. I failed.
Again, he hit me. This time he almost knocked me over. I would have fallen had it not been for his other hand holding onto my other ear.
He took up his grinding motions of my head again. He pulled on first one ear, then the other to turn my face from side to side. He pulled me into him, increasing the contact between our bodies which were separated only by the jockey shorts.
I wanted to faint again. I wanted to escape this ordeal. I tried to relax and let the spinning of my head take me away. But it would not and I could not achieve fainting. It was just as well, for he would only have brought me back with a more torturous kind of devilment.
"Pull 'em down!" his voice was hard and venomous.
I took hold of the material at his hips and tugged it downward. It moved. His shorts were coming down.
When I had the elastic down over his ass, I could feel that it was covered with the same thick matting of hair that covered his body. I could feel the hard, hot flesh. It was tensed, as though to jump at any moment.
His cock came into sight. I was immediately sorry I had so willingly lowered his shorts. I knew, now, what was going to happen, and I didn't want it. Not at all!
But I was powerless.
I could not avoid it. I wanted Judd desperately and this was the price. I wanted Judd to hold me. I wanted Judd to seduce me.
I didn't want what I knew was coming.
Mike stepped out of his shorts. My head was still pressed against the hard upper side of his cock, which pointed downward, far below my chin.
His cock was huge. It was bigger even than Harry's. It was mammoth. And it was ugly. It was grotesque! I know it was all of three inches in diameter and no less than nine inches long.
But it was not a straight cock. It curved downward, sharply at almost a forty-five degree angle. I couldn't imagine my pussy accommodating such a monstrosity.
"Lick!"
My tongue came out, slowly, sluggishly, reluctantly, making contact with his hard flesh. I slid it back and forth across the breadth of his pecker, raising and lowering my head at his direction.
He took one hand from my head. Grasping his tool, raising it against his stomach, he bared the underside of it for my face.
I could see the veins sticking out on it. They webbed it all over, and they throbbed with the blood that was coursing into his cock, making it erect.
Again I caressed it with my tongue. I could feel the hardness of it. I tasted the saltiness of his sweat.
In spite of myself, I was beginning to enjoy it. For a moment I forgot the room full of men. Mike dominated my consciousness-he and that awful monstrosity that he called his cock.
I continued to lap at it until it glistened wet and shiny from my saliva. As yet, I hadn't touched its head. He hadn't let nie. Each time that I would approach it, he would tilt my lips away from it or move his hips so that I could not reach it.
Consequently, the entire shaft of his member was slick and wet, but the large pink deformed head remained untouched.
"Now, my little cunt," I heard him telling me, "comes the best part: the head. Look at it!"
I looked at it. It was hard and swollen, shiny from the tension of his erection. It was also wet from his excitement, a drop of which still clung to the puckered hole.
"I want you to love that head, baby, and love it good. If you do a good job, we may make it a little easier on you. But if I feel a single tooth, you're in trouble! Got that?" Saying this, he yanked my head up to face him. The pull hurt my ears.
I tried to nod my understanding. I was fighting to stay calm. I must stay relaxed, for there was no other way that I could possibly have taken that head and not touched it with my teeth. And I wasn't too sure that I would be able to do it, no matter how relaxed I was.
It might be physically impossible!
"Let me see you open your mouth." He held my head steady so he could watch me.
I complied. I opened my mouth wide, training my attention on concealing my teeth.
"Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all. Now, let's see how you are on the job."
My head was being pressed against his cock now. The firm but pliant flesh was pressing against my mouth. It was prying its way into my face. It was spreading my lips.
I fought to open my mouth so that my teeth would be out of the way. It continued to press against me. It continued to enter me, yet, I couldn't relax. I had to fight to keep from biting it.
It touched my tongue. Immediately, I started caressing the crown of his member with my tongue. I slipped it in quick little circles, licking up his moisture and wetting the whole head.
When I felt the head slip fully into my mouth, I was able to relax. I knew now what I had in my mouth. I could gauge myself so as not to use my teeth. It wasn't as bad as I had feared.
I held still, unmoving. I kept my lips pressed tightly around his manhood.
Suddenly I wanted to vomit. I wanted to throw up. I needed, desperately, to puke. The sadistic bastard was pissing in my mouth! I didn't swallow.
My mouth continued to fill.
"You better take it. There's an awful lot more of it where that came from."
I closed my eyes tightly, fighting back tears and sickness. With all my might I strove to stay calm.
But I could not. Not with my mouth full of his urine.
Even as fortified with alcohol as I was, I couldn't accept the thought. Something inside of me continued to rebel.
"Swallow!" he shouted. "Swallow it! Take it!" I could tell by the sound of his voice that he meant business.
Inhaling a great amount of air through my nostrils, I swallowed. Hard. Fast.
It was gone.
There was left a strange flavor. It was a taste I cannot describe. The liquid I had worked down my throat was at once hot and cold-tepid.
There was a distinct salty taste. But there was another one which I couldn't identify.
Before I could relax, recuperate and give any thought to what had just happened, I felt my mouth filling again. And again I felt the cool warmness of his urine filling me. Again I swallowed.
The flow was slower, steadier. I found that by swallowing regularly, I could keep up with the flow. I could also feel the liquid running down into my stomach. Although I hated the whole thing, it didn't stop me from doing it to keep Judd.
Mike continued to hold my head steady. He held me away from him so that only the head of his cock was lodged in my mouth. He continued to piss.
It seemed like he pissed for hours. During that time, I became oblivious of the world. I found that I was concentrating on the effort of swallowing. Somehow, too, I found that I was beginning to like it.
But then the flow of his fluid began to diminish. There was not as much to swallow as before. Nor was it as hard to swallow as before.
As the flow subsided, his cock grew harder. The head swelled more. My head was being pulled back and forth over it. The movements were short, stroking only into the mouth.
Suddenly, I had an uncontrollable urge to plunge down on that cock head. I tried, but the hands held me steady. They controlled my movements.
My hands had been roaming over Mike's body. I had been stroking the hardness of his muscles, tickling him by teasing the hairs which covered him.
His body tensed and he became more excited.
"Oh, no! Shit, no! Not this way! Not now! Not yet!"
I felt his cock begin to throb. I, immediately and happily, began working my tongue over the head. Frantically, I stabbed at his piss hole and rubbed the underside of his cock head.
It worked!
He reached orgasm. Huge globs of his sperm shot into my mouth. I could taste it. I could feel it. I wanted to be sick, but I was beyond all that. I had been caught up in his excitement.
I let his cream fill my mouth to nearly overflowing. Then, I swallowed, taking from him all the liquid that was discharged in my mouth. I drained him of all that he gave of his masculinity.
He continued to stroke into me, however, trying to keep his erection. But he could not. With each stroke I felt him soften a little more.
Suddenly he pulled away from me. Shoving me back onto the bed, he began to crawl on top of me.
"No, you don't!" Judd was on his feet shouting. "You came!"
"But I ain't had a chance to fuck her. She only blew me! I still get to screw her."
"Now you don't. Not now. You came and that's it!"
"Rules is rules," Harry intoned. "You've had it, fella." Harry's word was law. He adhered to the rules and expected his members to do so as well.
Reluctantly and slowly, Mike crawled off me. He was working his cock in his hand, trying to retain a hard-on.
"It's no fair," he complained, almost wailed, "I didn't get to sample the pussy, and that's what we're here for."
"The rule is that if you come, you've had it. Now, abide. You came, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Mike was sullen. I wondered if he would try to cause trouble over me at some later date.
"Well," said Harry who was getting impatient, "what the hell are you complaining for?" Turning to the others he said, "Who's next?"
CHAPTER FIVE
One after another, as if I were no more than a target at which they were shooting, they fucked my body. Each had his own way of fucking, each his own way of coming. I accepted them with my body, opening and letting it slide in. There was nothing to it really, my body was made for such things, but my mind which was probably in a state of shock didn't adjust as easily. I tried to block out their existence and now I remember very little of any of them with the exception o Larry.
Actually it was a very funny scene and in spite of the fact that I was very drunk, I couldn't help but chuckle, but my laughs were heeded by no one but me. Larry was last and I had to feel a little sorry about him, but it still struck me as being funny.
He had gotten very hot from watching the ordeal and had worked himself over with his own hands. He hadn't shot, but he had gotten himself really worked up.
He looked down at me and then climbed on, as if I were a horse on a merry-go-round. His cock bobbed up and down and before he could get it in my cunt, just as he touched my spreading lips, he shot. The white gism splashed over me and hit my belly as well as my pussy lips.
He was quite amazed, more so than the rest of us. And he was nearly as persistent as Mike.
"But, fellas," he protested, "I didn't even get a chance to tease her. I didn't get to do nothing!"
"Tough shit!" Judd jumped to his feet, defending me. "You came. And that's the end of you." He turned to the leader, "Right, Harry?"
"Right." Harry sounded as if he didn't altogether agree. And for an instant I was fearful. But he went on, "Rules is rules."
Larry didn't say anything. He stuffed his wilting cock back into his pants and stalked out of the room, followed by the rest of the gang.
I couldn't move. I was too weak, too drunk, too sick, too exhausted to care. I just lay there, numbly listening to the chatter from the other room. Harry's voice rose above the hubbub.
"Shut up! Damn it! Ain'tcha got no respect for order? I say the broad made it. I don't like the way she did it. But she ain't broke no rules. She gave inta all of us and we popped. Even if it wasn't just the thing we wanted to do, she did give in."
He turned to Judd, "So, Judd ... " he paused. "She's yours and she's in. Nobody lays a hand on her unless you allow it. Izzat understood, you guys? No fuckin around with Judd's girl! No fuckin' with Judd's momma!"
I heard a chorus of answers, "That's the rule."
Then there was a long silence.
Then there was much more chatter. But I couldn't make out what was being said. It was too much of an effort even to try.
Finally, vaguely, I heard the door open and then close. There was silence, followed by the muffled roar of motorcycles, growing softer as it dimmed. They were gone. They were leaving on their bikes.
I was relieved. I had survived my ordeal. I was Judd's. All his, and they couldn't touch me!
But what was more important, I could stay with him. He was mine.
My thoughts were interrupted by Judd. He had re-entered the bedroom carrying a bottle of vodka.
"Well, momma," he said, a broad smile on his face, "you made it. You're free and you're safe." He paused, looking at me. "It wasn't so bad after all, was it?"
I shook my head lazily from side to side.
"Let's celebrate." He poured the clear liquid into the two glasses in his other hand and handed me one.
"Bottoms up!" He turned his glass up and emptied it.
I smiled weakly and brought the glass to my lips. It is said that vodka has no odor. But I smelled it. My stomach churned. I didn't want to disappoint Judd. He seemed happy, pleased, relaxed, care fee.
I managed to empty my glass. The sting of the alcohol brought tears to my eyes. I felt the ball of fire roll down into my stomach.
Judd came over, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly.
"Now, how about us, momma?" He stroked my cunt. "Got some left for me, some hot cunt for your daddy, huh?"
My body relaxed. His touch was like the flicking of a switch. I couldn't refuse, not now, not after what I had suffered to win him. I wanted him.
Silently, I slowly nodded my head. I spread my legs, offering him full access to my womanhood.
He kissed his way down over my breasts, onto my stomach, and continued until his lips were pecking at my cunt lips. His warm mouth teased me. He was taunting me without words. I wanted him now and badly.
"How'd you like something nice and big in there, now," he whispered seductively in my ear.
"What?" His exact wording brought me the memory of my brother and the magazine dildo.
"Cock, momma," he said soothingly, "hot cock. What else do you think I'd give you after what you've done for me, tonight? Cock, momma, cock."
I felt the vodka fulfilling its purpose. My head was swimming. Everything became hazy once again. My joints would not respond to my efforts. Movements came, instead, without my conscious awareness. My body was moving of its own accord. It was expressing itself. It was offering itself.
I realized that my hips were pressing up against Judd's hand. They were pressing hard. In my mind I could imagine the hotness of his flesh within me. I could feel it penetrating me deeply, lovingly, manly.
"Yes," I heard myself saying, "whatever you want, Judd, I'm here for you. I'm yours, Judd. That's what Harry said. I'm yours."
"And, so you are," he smiled. "So you are. And you want to please me, don't you, momma. You want to make me feel good, don't you, huh?"
His verbal seduction was successful. Certainly, I wanted to please him. Yes, I wanted to make him feel good.
I reached into his crotch and fondled his flesh. I felt the firmness resting against his stomach. It was confined by his levis. I knew he was excited, and he knew I was excited.
Now, we could have each other.
My thoughts were shattered by the abrupt presence of Mike. He was standing in the doorway as if he had suddenly materialized. I thought that he had left, and I thought that we were alone, but no, Mike was still there!
As my body tensed, my mind raced. Mike and Larry were the two who hadn't actually fucked me. Was Mike returning to take what the rules hadn't allowed him earlier?
Then I saw that Judd was looking at Mike and smiling!
"You remember Mike, don't you, momma?" He turned back to face me.
My tense body acknowledged the fact.
"Well, then, relax, momma. Relax. Mike's a friend of mine, a good friend. And he's gonna be your friend, too, momma. Somethin' you're gonna love, know that? You're gonna love Mike before very long."
"But Judd," I said, cutting off his hypnotic, droning voice, "he said nobody could touch me now, I'm yours. He's not supposed to touch me any more."
"Oh, that. You just didn't listen to him close enough. He said unless I agree, and momma, I agree, wholeheartedly. You've never seen him turn a broad on with that cock of his momma. But you're gonna feel it because I want you to, because if you do, it'll make me feel good. It'll please me. You do want to please me, don't you, momma, huh? Don't you?"
Again I agreed with him. I didn't want to. I wanted to protest. But Judd had found the way around me. He had found a way to melt me down to his pleasure. He could do it like nobody else I knew could. Still, I did resist for a while as I remembered Mike's deliberate cruelty. His wanton torture at my expense. Harry had been rough and demanding. But Mike had fiendishly tried to degrade me. I think he hoped that I would refuse, then he would have had me at his mercy any time he wanted me-regardless of what Judd could have done-because of the rule.
"I'll do it for you, Judd. But ... " I paused as Judd frowned. His eyes narrowed. Swallowing, I continued, "Only if Mike promises not to torture me and do things like he did earlier. I'm your momma, Judd, not Mike's piss pot!" I might be drunk, but I wasn't going to put up with that stuff from anybody-not even Judd, for whom I would do almost anything.
Judd and Mike exchanged glances. Then Mike smiled. "Okay," he said.
I nodded acceptance.
"Then be a sweetheart, momma. That's a good girl. Don't be difficult. And don't displease me, you don't wanna do that, now, do you? Huh? Do you?"
Again I indicated that I did not. I did want to please him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted what he wanted, but would Mike-
I looked at Mike. He wore a hard smile on his face, now. But it wasn't a cruel one. His eyes were drinking in my nudity. His one hand hung loosely at his side. His other hand was already undoing his fly. He worked slowly, confidently, deliberately.
"You only got one trouble," he said. I looked at him questioningly.
"You're too good a cock-sucker. And while I don't mind that, I like pussy. Judd says you got a good one. How about it. Is he right?"
I know I must have looked stupid. Any answer to such a question would have sounded dumb. Besides, the vodka was very effective at this time.
His fly being open, he crossed his arms in front of him and took hold of the edge of his T-shirt. With a single smooth motion, he pulled it up and over his head and stood stripped to the waist.
I knew there was no way out of this. I was going to get fucked, whether I wanted to be or not, by Mike.
"Yeah, momma," I heard Judd's voice again, "Mike's a real cunt lover. He can have almost any broad in town once they've felt his technique. Ain't that right, Mike? In Judd's voice I could hear the admiration that he felt for Mike. And suddenly it all clicked. Mike had acted the way he did before out of jealousy. Mike could get anyone he wanted, but Judd had gotten me first! Now that he could share with Judd, he wasn't jealous!
"Like I said earlier, my tamer does it to 'em. Once they've felt it, there's nothin' like it, nothing."
I resolved to prove him wrong! I knew that I would in any case enjoy Mike, but I would be sure not to enjoy too much. Just to spite him a little, I could do my damnest to be "Mike-resistant."
Judd was naked now. He lay next to me, fondling me, stimulating me out of my passiveness. I was responding, although I still held to my resolutions.
But they were fruitless!
Judd talked to me, coaxed me, teased me. He tantalized me until I was almost ready to rape Mike!
"Judd," I slurred softly and drunkenly, "promise me that I can have you after Mike, promise me, promise."
"Momma, I don't have to promise you a thing like that. That cunt of yours is mine, all mine. What do you think I'm gonna do to it? Why, fuck it like it oughtta be fucked, that's what! You know that, don't you, huh? After you've felt his cock and he's tamed you, after
I've seen you squirm around on his shaft, after you've really worked out."
My mouth was dry. I reached for the bottle. I tipped it up to my lips, drinking heavily from it. I felt fire, but ignored it.
"Hey! Go easy on that. It's one-hundred-proof. It'll numb you and knock you on your ass for sure. Easy!"
He took the bottle out of my hands and away from my lips. Almost immediately, though, I felt warm. Abandonment covered me like a cloak. I felt all reason, resolve and restraint dissolve.
In my drunken mind I saw sex. Depraved sex. Cocks, an ocean of them, big ones, all of them. Hard. Erect. Moist. And in the middle of this ocean I couldn't help myself dashing madly from one to another. I would squat on this one and then race to another bigger, better one. Taking one in my mouth as I squatted on another, then racing on to better and bigger ones.
I rolled toward Judd. Groveling in his crotch, I found his hardness and ate it. It crawled into my throat-stiff, hard, moist, tasty-just like the ones in my hallucinations.
My pussy came alive. It itched, twitched. It began contracting. It needed something. Cock. It needed cock!
I reached out, blindly, and grazed the flesh next to me on the bed. My hand moved over it, around it, getting bearings. I followed the rigid muscles of the stomach down to the groin, down to the tufted mats of thick hair and out onto the flesh that protruded from it.
Mike's cock. That's what Judd had said I wanted. And I wanted it now, in me deeply, to the hilt.
I didn't care about the size or shape of it. I just wanted it to be inside of me.
With one hand I reached for my cunt and spread the puffed swollen lips, baring the moist inner pinkness to view. I hoped to tantalize Mike into crawling onto and into me. I hoped to have it filled, stretched, stuffed. But I was impatient.
Taking my head from Judd's saliva-covered cock, I looked around at Mike. He was standing there, feet spread, hands on his hips, looking down at me. There was a leering smile on his lips.
"How hot are you, sweetheart?" His voice was slow and smooth.
"Real hot. Real hot. Fuck me."
"Are you ready to take this?" He brandished his swollen cock at me. In my condition, I didn't think of the deformity as a serious obstacle or even as a deformity-that was cock. That's what I wanted.
"Yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
"Then come, sit on my lap." He took a comfortable position in a leather-covered easy chair. "Let me see you take it. All of it. All by yourself. Show us you really want it."
I looked at Judd. He consented. I could see it in his eyes.
I scrambled off the bed, staggering. I wobbled over to Mike and crawled onto the arms of the chair, spreading my legs to straddle them. I worked my body so that I was directly over the stiffened pecker.
I placed one hand behind Mike's head for support and began lowering myself.
I touched him.
I touched the head of his cock.
It was hot. It was wet. It felt good!
I lowered myself still more. The pressure increased. I could feel the lips of my cunt spreading, opening, making room for the invader, willingly, eagerly, hungrily.
I could feel his hardness crawling up my canal, shoving them into position so that he could proceed. His monster forced them to conform to the angle of his shaft, which was shoving harder toward my backbone and my guts.
"Ohhhh ... " my sullen voice croaked and cracked as I expressed my joy. "More. More. Oohhhhh!"
"Yeah, momma." That was Judd. "Take it for me. Imagine that it's me. Imagine that it's your daddy doin' it to ya. Slip down on it, momma. You've hardly got anything. You just barely got the head. Take it for me. Go on, take it. Take it."
I responded to his coaxings. The muscles pulled in my legs, spreading my cunt. The lips were held wide apart and stretched taut around the big piece of meat that was crawling sweetly up into my cunt. I wanted more, more. I lowered myself further onto his prick. Further ... further ... further.
"Another five inches," I heard Mike say.
I looked at him. He was looking intently, watching the penetration, watching his cock fill me as it forced its way into me. Deeper, ... deeper.
"Oh, fuck me." I was lost in passion. I could overcome the accompanying pain now. I could overcome anything! So long as it would intensify the pleasure, anything would be easy to overcome!
I took my hand from Mike's neck and placed both, one each behind me on the ends of the chair's arms. By pushing I could raise my body and my cunt, of course, until I was almost off him.
Then I relaxed the pressure. My body fell of its own weight on the phallus waiting patiently. I submitted to it, sank onto it, enveloped it.
The first sensation of pain hit me, clearing my head. But as quickly as it came, it passed into pleasure-sheer exquisite pleasure.
I repeated the process, raised myself, and plunged down on his dick.
He did not move. He didn't need to.
My hunger and desire was enough for both of us. My aching itching cunt was the only power needed.
I knew delight. The feeling, the sensations were indescribable.
But I was insatiable.
Judd had awakened an unknown hunger in me, for when I knew I'd reached bottom, it wasn't enough. I wanted more!
His hardness poked at my back. It poked at my stomach. But I wanted more!
Over and over I rose and fell on his rigid staff, each time sinking its full length into me. Wonderful!
"She's somethin' else! Once she gets goin', she's a regular fuckin' machine. Can you see her, Judd? Can you see her takin' it all-every fuckin' bit of it? She's got it all, except for the balls!"
"Yeah!" Judd said. "That's my momma. She wants what I want done. If I told her to stop, she'd stop. But, if I told her to turn around, I'll bet she could do it without taking it out of that cunt of hers. She's my momma and she wants to please me." Judd turned more toward me.
"Ain't that right, momma? It feels good, don't it, huh? Feels good, huh? You like that cock up there, don't you. Way up there in your little box, pokin' away at your baby pussy. Scrapin' at the walls, huh, momma? Don't it feel good? Huh?"
"Hell! It's heaven! It's like I've never had! It's like a god inside me! It's like it belongs there! It's part of me, mine, I wish I could snap it off and keep it there forever and ever. Never have to take it out! To always feel it squirming and sliding."
I didn't know what I was saying, or if I was speaking at all.
Sensations emanated from my groin. They were almost too much to bear.
I continued my lunges down onto his cock. I continued slamming his flesh into me. Each time I felt his hardness stretch me inside, stretch me a bit, shoving my flesh brutally aside.
It came to me that Judd had suggested turning around, facing the other way.
I placed my hands-one facing forward and one backward-more securely on the arms of the chair and leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to be able to raise one leg high enough to get it over Mike's head.
Being aware of what I was doing, he bent his head forward to make it easier for me.
Then, I was sitting sideways on him with both legs over on the same side, both over the same arm. I found that this position enabled my legs to help my arms more, and so I paused for an instant to rest my tired arms a little.
In this new position, I could feel the angled pecker change position, location, and direction. I could feel it pressing against my side, scraping the sides of my cunt. It was stretching me, shoving me sideways, as before.
This new sensation was inciting!
But I had to turn the rest of the way. I didn't want to, not just yet, but my balance was awkward and unsure.
Quickly I shifted myself again. At first I simply straddled Mike. Then I got my legs back up over the arms of the chair. Now I faced in the same direction as he did. I was facing Judd.
In this new position, his cock pressed forward against my stomach, against the flesh of my tummy.
I could press my hands-sitting this way I didn't need my hands as the arms of the chair conveniently sloped up and held my legs-to my tummy and feel his hardness within me with my fingers. I could feel its movements when I raised and lowered myself.
"Wow! What a sight! That fuckin' dong stuck in that fuckin' cunt is really something to see! How's it feel now, momma?" Judd's eyes were large and round. I guess I must have really surprised and pleased him, but mostly surprised him.
"Heaven! Nothing could feel better right now. Nothing but this cock going deeper."
"But, momma," Judd said, amusement in his voice, "you can't get any more. You've got it all now. Every last fuckin' inch of that tamer is in you. How's it feeling?"
"Like a rough telephone pole! like a shovel handle with spikes, slipping in and out, in and out of my cunt. It's on fire. It's burning up. I want more! More! I want more of it!" I screamed with the desperate need.
"Didn't I tell ya? Once it's in there, you don't ever want to let go. You can only want more. Now you know what I meant by tamer. Now you know why the cunt goes crazy just thinkin' about it. like you're doin' right now. Suckin' it. Fuckin' it. Ridin' it like a fuckin' whore."
"Yeah," I agreed wantonly, "Like a whore, a filthy whore, a fucking slut, a cock-hungry slave. Cock. Cock. Cock. Big cock."
"Oh, it's wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Ride it," I heard two voices simultaneously.
I rode. My body was wet with sweat, but I was unaware of it. My motions were so frantic and quick that one could have hardly told that I was moving at all. I was rejecting and injecting Mike's cock so fast that Judd could hardly see it happening.
But, I felt it.
"What d'you say, Mike? Is she all I told you she'd be? Is she as hot and as hungry as you expected?"
"Man! There ain't no cock that could satisfy this skirt, right now. Not even a full fist could make her happy. Look at her go! She's lost! She's turned into a damned machine. She's fucking herself silly!"
He was right. Nothing could have stopped me now. I would have fought to keep that cock up inside my cunt, to feel it slipping and sliding in and out, in and out. I was crazy to feel it push against my belly. I was insane for and with sex.
Judd was enhancing the feeling. He was sitting on the edge of the bed-leaning, actually-on one elbow, working his hard cock with the other hand as he watched us.
I could see his big cock poking out from his fist. My gluttonous appetite grew.
I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my throat, and I wanted the cock in my cunt. I want both of these studs at the same time.
With a quick motion as I was pulling myself up on a stroke, I continued up and leaped off Mike. I heard his slimy cock slap wetly against his stomach as it fell out of me.
I fell on my knees before Judd and devoured his member. It went down my throat quickly and easily. Delighted, I gurgled.
Then, I felt Mike behind me once again. He was on his knees, positioning the head of his still stiff cock against my pussy and pressing. He sank his ramrod into me.
I was getting it from both ends, exactly as I wanted it.
"Relax your hips," Mike instructed me, "Let your back arch."
As he said this, he applied pressure to the small of my back, forcing it downward and at the same time, he forced me to arch my hips and to turn my pussy toward his cock.
He slid into me all of the way. The curve of his cock arched me even more. It was rampant. It was stiff. It was inflexible. It was hot. It was resilient. I could feel his hot poker burning its way back into me-every last inch, and more, he regained.
My stomach was arched far out and forward. I touched it with my hands. The sensation sent me into spasms of orgasmic delight.
Judd had taken my head in his hands. He was working it steadily up and down over his cock as I fucked and was fucked in the face.
Mike held my hips steady as he thrust into me from the rear. My mind whirled. Fantastic drunken hallucinations sprang into my mind.
No matter what physical sounds I heard-whether it was my own slobbering sound or the slush of Mike's cock-I wove it into my spontaneous fantasies. I was lost to any and all reason. In the distance I heard myself whimpering and moaning. At least, I think it was me. But I heard other voices, too. "Whatta cock-sucker."
"What a cunt!"
"Can't get enough. She'll choke to death first, cock-starved bitch. Cock-lapping momma of mine."
"Pussy's like a vise all the way in her womb. Never felt it before, wild, crazy. Fantastic cunt!"
I heard the words, then, but I couldn't and didn't connect them to anything then. Later, I did when I remembered. I couldn't think of anything but the vibrations of sex. Every sound drove me onward. Every moment drove me on. There was nothing that I did not translate into desire and then set about satisfying.
I don't remember when it all ended. The last thing I do remember is a sort of grand explosion-like the whole world had gone up and then-nothing.
CHAPTER SIX
A darkness clouded my mind and I drifted in my sleep. It was all dream. There were people and faces looking down at me. I smiled and then skipped along a barren field. It was white and gray. Formless with form. I floated about as if I were free of the gravity of this earth.
Then with a shock, I jerked my eyes open. It was as if I had been ejected from a jet plane. Whoosh and I was awake. One moment there was deep sleep, filled with dreams, but slowly sinking into dreamless oblivion and the next thing I knew I was awake.
There was no noise, but the breathing of Judd's lungs. He was sleeping peacefully and the air left him in rhythmic beats.
It was dark, my eyes took in a little light and I could see Judd's sleeping form, and I saw that his back was turned to me. He was there and I felt the security of his presence.
There was the silence and I listened to it, drank it in as if it were something voluble, something of substance.
I wanted to wake him and so I shook Judd, but nothing came of it. He was dead to the world and of no use to me. So I turned my head to the right. Another dark form lay next to me. It could only be Mike.
Slowly and unsure in the dark, I steadily moved my hand toward him under the covers. He lay on his back, also dead to the world. But at least, he was accessible.
My hand touched his left hip. I hesitated, for I didn't want to waken him. I wanted to do this my way.
When I was certain that he hadn't stirred at this preliminary contact, I pressed against him a little harder. Still there was no reaction.
I raised my hand, allowing the tips of my fingers to graze along his flesh. My hand climbed the side of his hip and slipped over the flat of his groin. I touched his pubic hairs and stopped.
When there was still no movement, I proceeded with more boldness. I let my hand gently settle. My fingers sank into the thick matted dark hair. They penetrated and touched the warm moist skin beneath.
Still there was no stirring.
Recklessly, now, I moved my hand around groping for his prick. I found it.
His peter was limp, the length of it hanging down between his spread legs. The head almost touched the mattress.
Encircling the muscle, my fingers closed upon this great "tamer." I lifted it from its crotch. I could feel its pulsing warmth heating my hand. The heat ran through my hand, up my arm, my body.
I turned back the covers, exposing his groin. And still he didn't move.
Now, I decided was right. Now!
I released his prick, gently. Silently I raised myself out of the bed, feet first as I slid off the end from between the men. I edged around the bed and approached Mike from the right side.
Kneeling beside the bed, I leaned forward, sticking out my tongue. I stroked my moist hungry tongue along the length of the flaccid flesh, working my way toward the head of the cock.
Being soft, the huge head was spongy and pliable. I liked it that way and sucked it into my mouth, nibbling on it gently. I felt its softness give with the pressure of my teeth.
I was getting excited.
I was becoming passionate.
I felt sexy.
I knew I was depraved, but loved it. I remembered what he had done to me earlier.-
So I slipped the head of his member from my mouth. Supporting the shaft with my hands, I began a slow, steady sucking motion. I drew on him as if he were a straw. At the same time, I would dart my tongue around the head. But mostly I tickled his cock just at and behind the slit.
I continued doing this for hours-or so it seemed. It didn't matter because it was a delicious feeling-wonderful, exciting.
With my other hand I was stroking my cunt. I tickled my clit to excite myself more. My cunt, from all the recent and intense fucking, was extremely sensitive.
With the first touch of my other hand, I responded with tingles of excitement, like sparks shooting through me. My hips twitched and ground onto my fingers.
And I continued sucking.
Finally without warning, I found my reward. His bladder, relaxed in sleep, began leaking. Slowly at first, only in droplets which I easily swallowed, he peed. But then, the flow increased. It was all I could do to keep up with it. I could hear myself gulping in the silence of the room. Even the sound of my swallowing excited me.
I kept on sucking-until he was bled dry. was happy that I had taken everything he had in him. I had drunk him empty.
But I wanted more!
I wasn't satisfied. He still hadn't moved. I felt certain that it would have awakened him, what I had done. But it did not.
Then, it occurred to meJudd.
Quickly, I padded around the bed and lifted the covers from Judd. His cock, now, was also easily accessible. So I took advantage of it.
I placed my lips to the very tip and began to draw on the soft cock. Once again I sucked as though my life fluids were in there.
I wasn't rewarded; for like Mike, at first there was only a small trickle.
But it tasted great!
In a little while however, it became a steady flow. Judd was hot, salty, sweet, sour strong. All of these flavors registered. All they did was to whet my appetite for more.
I sucked Judd-my daddy-until he had no more to offer me.
And still, I was unsatisfied.
I sucked the head of his soft cock into my mouth and pulled it into my throat. It slid in easily. Once lodged there, I simply swallowed it. I milked it, pulling and tugging lovingly on it.
My efforts paid off. It began to grow. It got stiffer. It began to fill my mouth. It dove deeper into my throat. As it stiffened, it became more difficult to suck.
As it achieved full hardness, I felt Judd's hips begin to work. They were slow at first, their motions small and jerky. But then they became more rhythmic, steadier, and larger. The stiff piece of meat was slipping nearly out of my mouth and then deep into my throat on each round. The action was smoothly alternate and steady.
His rhythm and stroking enabled me to breathe easier. I had nothing to do but fondle his tight balls with one hand, and my cunt with the other hand. I wanted to let a long moan escape; I desired to cry for joy. I fought such impulses back. I needed them asleep.
I wanted to suck him off. I wanted to taste his thick cream in my throat. I wanted it in my mouth this time, not my cunt.
Otherwise, Judd didn't move. He continued to lie peacefully asleep in the same position. Only his hips pivoted and dove his shaft into my eagerly awaiting face.
His strokes speeded up and became shorter. As the head was barely in my mouth, I took the opportunity to work it with my tongue, which I slipped around the head. I poked it into the slit on the tip, and waited to give its love to me. I wanted it to shoot. I was forcing it to dump its load into me.
For the third time, I succeeded. I felt the head harden, swell, and then throb. As quickly as it did, I tasted the thick milk that was Judd's orgasm. His gism shot into my mouth and that in great abundance. It filled me.
And I swallowed it. Every bit of it.
His cock stopped throbbing. His hips stopped moving. His tool began to soften. It retreated from the depths of my throat. It went limp, flaccid. Finally, reluctantly, I let it slip from my mouth.
Drained. Daddy was spent. Judd was used. And still I was not satisfied! I wanted-I needed-I must have more! I thought of returning to Mike. But I decided, instead, to go into the living room and sit down alone. Perhaps I could talk myself into a calmer more cool mood. I was unable to cool off. My hands wouldn't stay away from my cunt. It itched and burned. I toyed with, played with it. I slipped my fingers into its moist depths again and again.
Nothing would-or so it seemed could-satisfy me. I still wanted something better in me. I wanted something in my cunt!
As I sat there wondering what I could use, I heard a sound behind me. Startled, I spun around. There stood Mike. He was naked. "What's this?" His voice was almost tender. "What's what?" I felt slightly ashamed of my perpetual need.
"What're you doin' out here-all alone."
"I can't sleep." I wasn't really telling a lie, I thought to myself. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said casually, "just restless, I guess. Have you forgotten that I've had a lot of unaccustomed exercise, tonight. It sometimes makes people unable to sleep." I hoped that I could entice him without him really knowing I needed him-anyone-that badly. I hoped he would jump to his own conclusions.
Mike had taken a seat next to me on the couch. In the softness of the night, I could see his cock. It was hanging limply between his legs. Mentally, I licked my lips. Already I was thirsty for more.
And more!
Mike sat there, quiet and relaxed, eyeing me. What was he thinking, I asked myself. Every second, each tick and heartbeat I got more and more desperate.
I could not wait any longer for Mike to make a move.
On an impulse-a desperate need-I reached forward and took his prick into my hand. "Maybe this would help me," I murmured.
"Yeah? How?"
"In me-" I was moaning. I was starving.
"Yeah?" He reached over and placed his hand on my crotch.
His fingers came alive. Gently he clawed at my crack, scratching and teasing the lips. The motions of his fingers smeared the moistness there onto his hand.
My legs spread. It was automatic, this baring of myself to him. I wanted him to ravage me. My groin twitched forward, pressing against his fingers.
"You're a hot one-Really a hot one, aren't you?" His voice was low, seductive.
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Instead, I squeezed his cock. It began showing life.
I felt his fingers creep into my slit. They poked at my clit and rubbed against it.
Shivers of excitement and anticipation filled me. I had had Mike once before-no twice, no, fucking A, it was three times!-And I knew what he could do. I wanted it, needed him.
"Oh-That's good-Do it some more-Please-Fuck me-Rub me-Ohhhhhh!"
He changed his position on the coach, turning to face me. Putting a leg under his ass which spread his legs, he offered me his huge cock and equally monstrous balls to fondle. He took his other hand and began working it on my pussy. Gently at first, getting it moist and ready.
I was somewhat surprised that he brought his hand to my mouth.
"Lick it clean. It's yours. And there's no sense in wasting it. Lick it good."
I complied. My tongue shot forward and lapped at his fingers. It coiled around them. I pulled them into my mouth, one by one, and cleaned each one in its turn. They were wet from saliva, but clean of my cunt juice.
"Taste good?"
"Ummmmmmmmmm!" I let my hand have its freedom to caress his meat and let my head lie back on the couch. I was excited. But I was also relaxed.
His hand came from my cunt again. I felt his fat fingers pressing against my lips.
"Lick some more, then." He coaxed his index finger between my lips.
I didn't need much encouragement. The finger's moistness and my willingness were perfectly matched. I let him insert it into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it and cleaned it as he wanted. I just felt suddenly lazy enough to let him do the work.
When I finished all of his fingers, he went back to my pussy. But this time instead of teasing the lips, he began working his way into my crack. He found my hole and teased it by probing gently and tentatively into it.
I indicated full consent by spreading my legs still wider.
As his cock had grown stiff, I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth.
"How'd it taste," he asked breaking the silence.
"How did what taste," I asked as I came up off him.
"How'd it taste in the bedroom?" So! He knew! Why had he remained so passive?
"I thought you were asleep." I was glad the darkness could hide the blush that rose up my face.
"Baby, I mean when the good times come, I mean baby there ain't nothing to sleep about, dig? I was awake when you got the first drop. My prick was hard, I mean hard baby, do you know why? I couldn't have pissed with it like that if I were asleep."
"Oh."
"But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to go around and do the same for your old man, huh? You had to suck him empty too, huh? What else did you do for him that you didn't do for me?"
"He came." My voice was tight from the pleasure of his manipulations on my cunt.
"And you liked that?"
"Certainly!" I was indignant at his doubt of my enjoyment. "It was very good."
But I didn't want to talk anymore. There were better things to do with my mouth. I again lowered my head into his crotch, devouring as much of his cock as I could get into my face.
He had managed to work three fingers into my cunt all the way up to the hand.
"Like that?"
I pushed against him. He knew what I meant. In fact, I thought he was rather stupid for even bothering to ask, for he certainly should know by now-
He pulled his hand free and shoved my mouth off his cock. Then he smeared my juices all over the' head of his rampant cock.
"Now, baby, let me see you love that." His voiced showed his growing excitement, which pleased me no end.
He again returned to my cunt, this time using four fingers shoved into a cone formation. My cunt opened willingly. The rubbing and stretching was inflaming me with desire. Again I shoved against his head. I wanted more.
"How much do you think you can take up that snatch of yours?"
I came up for air, taking a deep breath. Without giving it a second's thought, I began telling him what Jerome had done with two magazines and how I had gotten all of that inside of me. I told him how good it felt and how I intended to try it again sometime. I only omitted the last part-the part where Jerome and I. I told him how good it felt and practically begged him to repeat the magazine act.
"How about now?" He moved his hand into my cunt again. "How about fillin' it for you now? Then maybe we'll even fuck you afterwards."
He took my silence for consent. Pulling free of me, he picked up several magazines that lay on the coffee table.
And, as Jerome had done, he went into the bathroom and turned on the water. And as with Jerome, there was silence after.
Now he was back-brandishing a dildo that seemed to be at least twice as fat as the one Jerome had used.
"Let's try it with four. Two isn't much bigger than me."
He knelt in front of me and touched the tip of the warm wet thing to my cunt. It convulsed for him. The lips pushed and then pulled, opening and then closing.
"Just lean back and relax, baby-Just let me attend to the matter. You enjoy it for once. I'll do all the work."
My mind turned briefly back to Mike of the previous evening. This was a different person. like Judd, this Mike was a person I could love. His way was rough, and he was easily made angry. He was violent. But he was compassionate-just like Judd.
Mike applied a twisting pressure against my cunt-and my mind flew back to the absolute present. I could feel the penetration taking place. I felt the awful tightness of my cunt lips as they were pushed apart. They were moved so far out of the way that I feared that I might be hurt.
But the warmth of the thing was soothing, relaxing, encouraging. My fears vanished.
I let him have his way. I relaxed as much as I could, trying to make my body as limp as it could get.
Mike continued his talking, his encouraging, his seduction of my cunt with four magazines. He was twisting my mind, making me think of nothing but the fullness that I would feel. He made me want it-need it-want it-
"Yeah, baby, open it up. That's it, let it go limp. Let me get it in there-all of it-You want it up there, now, don't you, baby?-You want it full up in there-tight-warm-hard-You want it, don't you, baby? Hot cock-way up there, baby-way up there-right?-You want it up there, now-don't you, baby, huh?"
"Yes," I heard a distant voice replying-my voice! "Yes-way up there-all of it-fill it-all of it-"
The sensations were terrific! My cunt had never, never felt so warm, so tight, so full. I loved it! I wanted it! I wanted all of it-way up there-filling my stomach-filling my cunt-filling it-filling it-
The dildo suddenly came to life! My whole body tensed.
"Relax, baby." His voice was low and seductive. "Take it-just relax-It's an idea I got when I saw it in the bathroom-I thought you'd like it-Take it for me, now-Come on-relax."
In spite of myself, and because of my desire, I let his voice control me. I felt my body relaxing. I lowered its resistance to the vigorous vibrations of the warm dildo. I looked down and-I could see only an inch or so of the roll left.
"It is all inside of me?" Thoughts of it all up there excited me.
"You bet it is, honey!" He smiled up at me. "You've most got it all. How's it feel up there? How's it feel in that cunt now, baby? How's it feel-feel?"
I had to answer him. I had to tell him how good it was. I had to tell him how marvelous my cunt felt. I had to let him know that I was floating in ecstasy.
Somehow, I guess, I managed to convey my point.
I knew he knew, for he was encouraged to apply more pressure. It felt its way up in me, pressing against the base of my womb. The dildo was trying to bend the curve of my canal, but couldn't.
My body was wracked with pleasure. It shook with excitement. I thrashed with my legs spread wide. My cunt bobbed and pushed on the warm, soggy dildo inserted inside my twat.
"There! That's it! You've got it in there. All of it!"
Amazed, I looked down. I was overjoyed for I had done it-taken the whole thing. My cunt was being stretched by the size of the magazine roll and battered by the vibrator he had inserted inside the roll. I tingled all over. My tits were hard. My nipples stood rigid and sensitive.
"Stand up," Mike ordered.
Unhesitatingly, I got to my feet. I could still feel it inside of me. The vibrator was driving me mad! I couldn't hold my groin still. I was working it in fucking motions-back and forth, round and round. I felt the dildo pressing against my insides-vibrating them, relaxing them, coaxing them, rubbing them, irritating them. Willingly, I adjusted my speed to that of the machine's. Eagerly, I sought all the motions that would increase my pleasure. Hungrily, I wanted it to go on forever-feeling and stroking my clit with one hand. With his other, he worked on my tits, rubbing the nipples. Then he shifted his eager hand to his cock. Slowly, but steadily, he was catching up with me. Then, crushing my fingers into his tits. I pulled on them vicious. I pinched and twisted his nipples. Then I rubbed his belly hard but moved upward and twisted the nipples with my fingers.
My passions were mounting. The way Mike was twisting and yanking on my clit, causing my juices to flow even more freely. I could feel them forcing their way past the dildo and coming down the lips of my pussy. The thick liquid dribbled down my thighs and Mike's hand.
But I didn't care. I was enjoying this depravity. I wanted it to go on forever and ever-and ever-and ever-
Mike cupped his hand under my cunt, smearing his palm across it to collect my fluids. Then he arose to his feet and offered it to me.
My tongue shot out, hungrily. like a dog lapped at his palm, rinsing it with saliva as I sucked up the thick liquid that came from me.
I took his cock in my hand. I began stroking it furiously, pushing and pulling on it. I smeared the length of it with the leak of his own fluids, making it wet and sticky and slick.
When I had completed wetting him, he spun me around. He bent over me, telling me to arch my back as I had done before. I didn't know how he expected to get his cock in with the dildo, but I trusted him now.
And then he stabbed me-in the ass!
I screamed purely from the shock. It echoed like a roaring bellow in the previously silent room. But it was only a scream.
And it was useless as any means of stopping Mike. His cock was firmly planted up my ass, pressing against the thin membrane which separated him from the dildo. His strokes were long and steady. His cock slid from me and drove back in all the way to the hilt. I could feel his kinky hairy-mat rubbing against my ass checks. And his balls slapped my cunt rear at each inward thrust.
I was certain my ass was split, for the pain was excruciating!
As he continued his pumping into me, the pain began to subside. It grew gradually less, and was being replaced by sheer pleasure. I enjoyed it-so much, in fact, that I began bracing myself and pressing back against him as he advanced on each stroke. I helped him plug my ass. I felt his curved cock bear down on the dildo, which could only press harder against my outer stomach muscles.
And still I wasn't satisfied! I wanted something else-
"Well, well-What have we here?" Judd was standing in the doorway.
Surprised I looked up. He was leaning against the door jamb, his cock, half hard, nestled in his hand. Judd grinned lecherously.
"What's she up to now, Mike?"
"You wouldn't believe-She's got my cock up her ass-all the way!
"And on top of that, she's got an eleven-inch dildo wrapped around a vibrator up her cunt. This broad is some thin' else, Judd!"
"There's no doubt about it, not a bit. Fran is somethin' else! Judd, you really got yourself somethin' here!" Mike's voice was sincere. He really meant it. I felt flattered. I was happy that he thought so much of me-for Judd's sake, that is. I wanted to please Judd so much-so much-
"Come here, daddy," I moaned passionately.
Judd walked around the couch and stood before me. I wasted no time. I sucked his cock into my mouth and began chewing on it to work it up to full hardness.
"Hey, momma," Judd queried, "what'd you do to me before? I had the funniest feeling that I was pissing, but I thought it was a dream. Then I thought I was coming. Again I thought it was just dreaming, like always-But, you know-I feel like it wasn't dreaming. It felt, and feels, like you took me good. Did you-Did you take my cock?"
I didn't bother to answer. His stiffened cock was way down my throat, deeply lodged in my esophagus. I couldn't be bothered to breathe or speak-especially the latter as the former took all my necessary concentration. I wasn't going to faint, just because he wanted an immediate answer. I would tell him all about it later.
But Mike answered for me.
"Yeah, man! She sure did. She not only drained your piss. She popped your nuts for you. I was awake all the time, but she didn't know it. She even drained me. She's real good, you know. Real good!"
The excitement of and in their talking was. bringing me to a peak. Once again I felt myself getting ready to explode. I felt like getting ready to burst from way down my canal.
I worked frantically with my hips, massaging my cunt on the dildo and my ass on the cock. I felt the two of them tug and pull at my insides. At the same time, my movements said just enough to encourage my two men to continue talking.
Then it happened. My knees went weak and Mike had to hold me up by the hips. All at once, it seemed, our united rhythms broke apart. And each of us was pumping and working at his individual speed.
Judd slammed his cock into my throat at such a pace that I could no longer breathe easily. Although it should have made sucking more difficult, I found it most exciting.
Mike plugged my ass at a fast pace. The fullness of his weapon slid in and out of me, tying my insides into knots.
My cunt was aching, twitching, pulling on itself. I could feel liquids draining from me freely. They seeped beyond the lips of my cunt and clung to them, hanging there, before splashing onto the floor. The vibrator was tearing into my cunt.
Then I became light-headed and thought I surely would faint from the sheer pleasure and ecstasy. It was too much for me. I wanted it all to stop-even though it felt exquisitely wonderful.
My stomach was beginning to ache from the hard pressure of the dildo and Mike's cock. And although increasing in sensitivity almost to the screaming point, I did not try to force the objects from either my pussy or my ass.
I could feel Mike's fingers digging into my hips. I could tell by his motions that he was about ready to reach climax. I felt his cock swelling to enormous proportions. Then it throbbed as he spewed forth.
"Hold on, baby," he shouted. "Here it is! Here it is! Take it! Take it all! I'm coming! Shit!"
He lunged violently in my ass and I felt the heat of his milk. I felt it fill my rectum and lower intestinal loop. I felt the rigid cock become a steel shaft and burrow deeper into me. It was certain from the feel of it, that it was already in my stomach-which stomach, intestinal or gastral, I couldn't tell, or couldn't care, either!
Slowly, then, it began a retreat. His motions weakened. His spasms lessened. And I knew that he was empty. He let go of my hips and I sank to my knees.
Judd was still holding my head, forcing his cock into my throat. I wanted him to come, too. So I sucked hungrily, greedily on his tool. I worked my tongue over the length of it, fondling his balls and stroking his under-crotch. It was my effort to bring him to his peak.
Saliva dripped from my chin and fell on my breasts. Every now and then, a soft moan of abandon would escape form my lips.
I realized that I still was working my hips. I still felt the ecstasy the vibrating dildo imparted. Lubricative juices drained from me and contributed, I am sure, to my depravity.
I thought of Judd's orgasm with anticipation. I imagined the feeling of his cock swelling in me. I imagined the taste of his thick cream as it slid over my tongue and into my throat. My taste buds became excited at these thoughts. I renewed my efforts with vigor.
"You really want it, don't you, momma-You're really working for that load, huh?-Really want it-Hot come-That's it, isn't it-huh?"
As I couldn't answer him directly, I indicated my agreement with action. I renewed, again, my efforts, drawing and sucking on his rampant cock. I created as much pressure as I possibly could with the suction.
Suddenly he pushed my head from him and turned it upward. My mouth was only inches from his cock, which was wet and shiny and twitching. I couldn't reach it with my tongue. It was just out of reach. Tantalizingly, just out of reach-teasingly.
"How about a ride, Momma?"
"Anything-anything, Judd."
"Good."
Relaxing his hold on me, he returned to the bedroom where he collected some clothing and brought them back to us. He threw a pair of tight jeans at me and a denim shirt, too.
"Wanna come, Mike?" He slipped jeans over his frame tucking his still stiff cock into them.
"Why not," Mike asked, getting into his own jeans.
"Oh, no you don't!" Judd had seen what I was going to do. "That little toy stays right here where it is! You're goin' to ride with that cock up your snatch, momma-because I want you to really feel it. I want to have that cunt of yours ready for me."
Turning to Mike, Judd continued, "Remember that old road we found a few weeks ago, Mike? The one we thought would tear our motors apart? What say we try it again for our momma-That should wake her up, don't you think? Huh?"
"Yeah! That should give her cunt something to remember for a long, long time! In fact, I'd say she won't forget it. Period."
I could only try to imagine what was in store for me. And I found myself looking forward to it with mixed emotions. Part of me was whispering that I should avoid whatever it was. But part of me was encouraging me to hurry and dress.
Of course, I listened mostly to that latter part of me-
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tight, I mean tight. I felt like the damn pants were poured on me, painted on me. I didn't think that I was going to be able to breathe. There was hardly any room and that vibrating dildo which was still stuck inside of me, wouldn't stop until the pants were removed.
We all left the apartment and went downstairs to the street. They started their cycles and I jumped on to Judd's bike. I slipped my hands around him and felt the hardness of his rod beneath his trousers. It throbbed under the feel of my hand.
With a blast of smoke and sound we were off. Soon we were cruising down the road out of town. We were in the country. It was still night, a peaceful sort of darkness had descended. There was no moon, it was a proverbial sort of inkiness outside and I felt as if I were riding into a giant mouth of blackness. I had no idea where we were going, but it was obvious that the boys knew, so I didn't worry about a thing.
Then we pulled off the highway and shot down a side road. The next thing I knew, we had stopped.
"Okay, momma. It's time to switch. You ride up front. I'll ride in back." I obeyed unquestioningly. The smooth ride with occasional bumps had kept me at a fever pitch. I was ready for anything and everything!
I mounted, and Judd mounted behind me. He shoved me forward on the seat, forcing my cunt against the horn, which pressed on the dildo.
In leaning forward to take the bars, Judd bent my body which forced my cunt down harder on the saddle horn. It was a delightfully painful position.
"How's that?"
"Fine!"
"Boy! She's something else." I distinctly heard admiration in Mike's voice.
"Well, hang on, baby. Here we go!"
The motor shot forward, leaving the smoothness of the paved lead-off. We were now on a dirt-trail full of potholes, ridges, mounds and dips. The motor flew across them, each one causing the seat to vibrate and give a little.
The results were heaven! The unrhythmic variance of pressures and the sudden jars and jabs of the horn at my crotch began to drive me wild. I moaned out loud.
"That's it, momma. Let it all out. I want you to enjoy this ride like you've never enjoyed another. Let it all out. Let's hear it. Let it go."
I didn't know what I was capable of. I began moaning and groaning, screaming at the top of my lungs. I almost drowned the roar of the two motorcycles. I was begging to have it stop. But I begged just as hard to have it continue. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure that I was experiencing. My whole body was being torn apart by this little ride. Whatever the later consequences might be, I was enjoying it now.
"Yeah, man!" I heard Mike's voice in the distance over the roar of the bikes. "She's really hung up. She's really turned on. That's some cunt you got there, Judd!"
"You are my cunt, aren't you, momma," Judd asked me.
"You're hot, ain't you? Real hot. Lovin' it all, ain't you. Ready for anything, now, right? Ready for a hot fuckin', huh? Hot cock up that snatch? Fillin' it, Fucking it?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything. Anything. Anything at all. Anything-do anything. Give me anything. Anything."
The little road we were on twisted its way through the trees and brush. As we progressed the ruts became worse. The holes were larger. There were many more bumps. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I understood why the fellows feared that their motors would fall apart. Every now and then I could hear the engines race as the drive left the ground and dug back into the soft dirt as it landed again.
With each rut, bump, ridge my debasement became more and more complete. That warm soggy thing up my twat was breaking down all resistance I could possibly claim.
Before my eyes large images of huge monstrous cock formed. Each one was better, bigger, fatter than the last before. I consumed them one after another. I forced each one up my cunt, feeling each individual prick fill me, tear at me. I felt the friction against my tightness as they slid into and worked up inside my twat.
I realized that in addition to the roughness of the ride, I was grinding my hips to increase the pain derived from this ride.
Suddenly, the road smoothed out into a clearing and we skidded to a screeching halt.
Judd and Mike jumped from their bikes. I climbed off as quickly as an internal impediment would allow. I turned to face them, Judd's sharp voice freezing me motionless.
"Strip!"
I hesitated.
Thwack!
"Strip, I said!" I had never heard this particular voice of Judd's before. It wasn't seductive or soft, but commanding and brittle. He was impersonal and domineering. I realized that from the way he'd acted during the group session, he was quite capable of vicious brutality. I should have hit on it before, except that my love and preoccupation with other matters prevented me from noticing.
Turning away, I stripped. I turned back to find the boys already naked and waiting impatiently.
"Now, momma," Judd began, "what is it you want most?"
"Cock!"
"Then come and get it. Take your choice."
I looked from one to the other. Both of their cocks were erect. Both were tantalizing. Judd's looked so huge and masculine. Mike's was grotesque and beckoning.
I headed for Judd.
Thwack!
Mike's broad leather belt hit me. "What's the matter with mine, don't you like this prick any more?"
Saying nothing, I turned in his direction and took a step toward his manhood. My mouth watered at the prospect of what was in store. Thwack!
Judd's belt snapped across my body. "So, you'd rather have that big cock than mine?"
Thwack! This blow felled me to my knees.
Somehow, I knew I should be in pain. But I wasn't. Desire, being stronger than pain, drew me into its whirlpool of sadism, willingly.
I turned back to Judd, still on my knees. As I made my first movement toward him, Mike's belt landed across my back. A ribbon of pain cut into me. It hurt, but I didn't mind.
I took another movement toward Judd.
"You fucking cunt!" Mike's voice was like the first time, cold and distant, hard and cruel. And his belt cut into me again.
"You go after that fucking cock because it's your daddy's, but you really want this one of mine, don't you? Don't you? It's bigger, and you want it, don't you?"
"Answer him!" Judd used his belt to force me to answer.
I looked over to Mike. He stood there, spread feet, brandishing his cock at me. He was taunting and teasing me, daring me to try to approach it.
Thwack! Judd's belt lashed across my back and, this time, I flinched. But the pain only exhilarated me.
I had it figured out, now. Deliberately, I approached Judd.
Thwack! My back felt the belt. This time it was Mike.
"Cunt! You need a good lesson, one you'll never forget!" He cut me again.
"Your daddy can't give it to you, 'cause you like him too much. You only want to please him, the easiest way, but not me! No, siree! Not me!"
Although I knew my back was welted, I felt nothing but a delicious warmth.
"Come here, twat. To hell with what your daddy wants." So, I resigned myself. Mike first.
I approached Mike, and felt Judd's belt.
I persisted and found myself on all fours at his feet, looking up at his mammoth cock. It looked even more grotesque from my angle. It incited me to even greater desire.
I began lapping at his calves, licking them. I switched from one to the other as I gradually worked my way up his legs. Across his thighs I left a trail of slobber behind me.
Judd's voice continued to taunt me. He cursed and praised me, damned and encouraged me. I abandoned myself, at his mixed blessing, and gave in to animal hunger and frustrated passion.
I scraped my tongue over Mike's hairy thighs, licking first the left, then the right, the outsides, then the front, and finally the insides. Slowly, I approached his pendulous balls which hung temptingly above me.
"Filthy cunt! That's what you are, a filthy cunt! You're nothing but a filthy cunt! Fuckin' no-good gutter slut!"
I looked over at Judd as he spoke. He stood there, the belt hanging loosely in one hand, while he worked his prick with the other. Little trails of saliva ran down his chin. His eyes shone in the dark. His glance was more debasing than his words, for I knew what he was thinking.
A tickle of hair commanded my attention. I realized that I was nearing Mike's balls-his hairy, huge, low-hanging nuts.
Quickly, I shot out my tongue and licked at them. As they swung like two great weights deep into his crotch, I nuzzled between his legs after them.
My lips wrapped around one and sucked it into my mouth. I pulled as much of the skin in as well as I could manage.
"That's it, bitch! Suck 'em!" Mike whipped his cock, pulling on the skin, making it more difficult for me.
I tried and tried. But without my hands I couldn't do what I wanted, what he wanted me to do.
I came up on my knees and took one hand and pushed his other ball into my already full mouth. My cheeks puffed out like a squirrel in a walnut grove. There was nothing I could do but to work my tongue around in my mouth. I worked it around the hardness of a testicle, first one, then the other.
"That's it, bitch! Suck 'em nice and easy, though. Suck them good!" He turned to Judd, "Look at this fuckin' skirt, Judd. Look at her! She's got both in her fuckin' mouth as nice as you please. And she-likes it! The fuckin' slut-likes it, don't you, bitch?"
Without waiting for me to answer, he landed his belt down the length of my ass. The tip snapped onto the soft flesh of my ass. It stung, but it brought a pleasure that I couldn't place.
Dropping his nuts, I threw myself on the ground. "More! More! More!" I screamed. "Beat me some more-please?"
I'm not sure what possessed me. I didn't really want to be beaten-yet, I had just invited them to pulverize me.
Both men were over me, flailing the belts across my body. One on each side, they crisscrossed my body alternately. My back, my buttocks, my legs flamed. And I burned. The belts stung and I yelled for more.
My begging incensed both of them. They came to their knees, still flailing me.
Suddenly, I felt a cool warmth beginning to cover me. I realized that Judd was pissing again-all over my back, my shoulders, my ass, and my legs, too.
Mike, not to be outdone, began urinating. His flow helped to cool the fiery heat of my backside.
But they did not stop whipping me. They continued the lashing of my prone body. I could hear my voice screaming senseless words, just sounds that came from me. My two tormentors were urged to spend their energy working their belts over my entire back. I was certain that there wasn't an unmarked spot left.
And I suddenly realized that the dildo was still inside of me. Its vibrations had grown weaker, but it still made itself felt.
My hips began thrashing in the soft grass. I ground down as though it was a staff under me, poking up into my guts.
"Look at her! Look at her grovel! She's nothing but a filthy slut! A filthy fucking slut!"
"Yeah," Judd agreed. "A slut-my fuckin' filthy slut-And all because that's what I want her to be-She knows it, too!-She knows what I want-I want to see her reduced lower than low-filthier than filth-dirtier than dirt!"
Then to me, "Right, momma? That's what you want, ain't it? Huh? You want to make your daddy happy and hot, don't you? You want to make me feel good, don't you, huh?"
I mumbled agreement. To my surprise, I was telling the truth. I guess my mind must have snapped. Funny, how it could go-just like that-and still, I'd be aware of it. Three weeks ago I wouldn't have considered this kind of conduct, no matter what. Now, for some reason, I couldn't get enough. Guilt, maybe?
Anyway, my cunt ached from pleasure. My mouth was dry, parched. My back was sore, stiff and tender. My ass was on fire. My legs were cramped.
Yet I could hear my whimpering voice begging for more. I was begging to be made low. I was begging to satisfy them.
"Suck his prick!" Judd ordered.
I raised myself and engulfed the head of Mike's cock. Judd wasn't satisfied with that. Neither was Mike, who grabbed my hair and violently forced my face deep into his groin. His cock wormed its way into my mouth and down my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply.
I began struggling and wrenching. But this only excited him more. He worked my head in circles while holding it tightly in his crotch. I could hear two voices spewing forth all kinds of obscenities and curses, all of which were directed at me.
Finally, he let me come up for air. I gasped in deep droughts of the night air. But before I could relax, he shoved my head back into his groin.
"Come on, baby. Suck it! Suck it all! Show your daddy how it's done, Show him how you love it, how good it is, show him, show him, suck it!" and slid it in some more.
"Yeah," Judd said. "Suck it for him, momma, make him feel good, make him come, suck it good, all of it, lemme see it all go down your throat, suck him!"
I sucked for all I was worth. Eagerly. Hungrily. Chokingly. Gaggingly. Slobbering. But I sucked. My appetite, insatiable as ever, drove me on.
I had to have his big cock in my mouth. I had to feel it lodged in my throat. Even cutting off my wind, myself, was an enchanting thought.
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and slid it in some more.
"Shitballs! Is she some kind of freak? She can't get enough of this fucking dong!
Look at her! It twitched, swelled, and throbbed. With each movement, my desire increased.
Meanwhile, my hands flew over Mike's body. Touching. Feeling. Scratching. Clawing. No part of him within reach escaped. One hand cupped his balls and pulled them forward. Under my chin I tugged at them gently, working them around in the skin with my fingers.
The other hand slid behind his sac into the crevice of his ass. It was smeared with my saliva. I probed and poked.
"Motherfucker!" Mike pulled me deeply into him.
I could feel his reaction with each effort I made. The outer ring puckered and contracted. Then it would relax. As it did so, I would apply pressure, once again pressing it gently until I could feel the tip of my finger slipping into the tight opening. I could feel the ring as it closed about my finger, almost cutting off the circulation. But I persisted. Eventually, I had all of my index finger inside his ass-hole. I twisted and turned it, pushing and pulling, curling and straightening my fingers.
"Shitballs! Is she some kind of freak? She can't get enough of this fucking dong! Look at her, Jud, look at her! She's gobbling it up like it was Christmas dinner! It's just great, I can't stand it, I'm gonna come! I can't hold off, it's coming!"
He ground my face into his pubic hairs. His cock sank its full length down my throat. Only momentarily would he allow me up for air, now. And immediately, he would force me back down. Consequently my gasps sounded more and more like death rattles, so mixed with saliva and pre-come juice they were.
"That's it, momma. That's it! Make my buddy feel good, pop his rocks for him, come on, cunt, suck him and make him know you're there, suck him, eat him out, drain him, let me see him pop, I want to see him break up, suck him, suck him..."
Judd's words added fuel to my abundant store of passion. I renewed my efforts.
"Motherfucker!" Mike pulled me deeply into him.
This was it! I could feel his whole body tense. His muscles grew gigantic and tight. I felt his cock swell and throb. His knees weakened and started to buckle: His ass contracted, gripping on my finger so that I couldn't have pulled it from him even if I had wanted to!
And then, his love drained from him. Huge gushes of it filled my throat. His cock was so far back that I didn't have to swallow. But my throat, by this time was insensitive, so I really can't say for sure. At any rate, I didn't gag or wretch. I sucked and drained, drew and accepted.
Finally, it ended. Mike had drained every bit of his strength into me. He was weak. I could feel his body slowly sinking to the ground. I heard his breathing come in quick gasps-heavy inhalations.
He reached behind him, slowly pulling my hands from his ass. Only when I was completely free of him, did he speak.
"Shit, man! She's a leech! She's killed me, beautifully and I ain't had such a blow job since I can't remember when, and that's the best part, she liked it! She really liked it!"
He was right, of course. I liked it! I loved it!
And I wanted more!
The damn vibrator was dead. There was only the faintest of movements from it, and each time that I moved it did too, but not with its own life. It was jammed up against my cervix and it rubbed every time I moved.
Each time I moved, a new wave of excitement and exhilaration flushed through me.
I was insatiable.
I turned to Judd...
"No, you don't." He moved quickly away from me. "You ain't gonna kill me that way, momma. No! I've got other ideas for you, something you're gonna like!" I had seen just a touch of fear in my love's eyes. Good!
"But, Judd, please, I won't kill you, I war to make you feel good, like Mike, I want to suck your cock again, please."
"I said, I got other ideas for you. I mean it. Let's mount up." Again the little glimmer of fear. I would win, my way!
"Aw, shit, Judd. Lemme rest a minute. I couldn't get up if the world was gonna end in a second. Gimme a chance, buddy."
Hungrily, I reapproached Mike. I lowered my head into his crotch gently. I did not take his cock into my mouth. Instead, I ran my tongue over the length of it. I caressed it lightly. I licked it. I loved it.
Involuntarily, his legs spread and a long sigh of relaxed pleasure escaped from his lips.
Seeing what I was doing, Judd came over to help. He took Mike's feet and raised them into the air, arching and curling his back. This maneuver also raised his ass off the soft turf.
My tongue flicked down and over his balls which hung loosely and limp between his legs. Under them my tongue wandered, wetting him, arousing him, working into every inch of the way as I closed on his ass.
When Judd had pulled him into a bicycle position, with his shoulders supporting Mike's legs, his ass was fully bared to me. The cheeks of his ass spread as his legs were apart, and I was free to probe into his crack.
My slobbering tongue slid the full length of his crack, bringing forth involuntary twitches on each pass. At first, I moved in long passages, then I shortened the movements.
My passes over his ass-hole were more and more frequent now. And I pressed harder with my tongue, letting it slip and slide back and forth across the puckered oval hole.
"Yeah, momma. Make him feel good, do him up right, don't stop, keep at it, lick that ass, lick it good cause I want you to, lick it for your daddy."
That's what I wanted to hear.
I took an ass cheek in each hand and spread them further apart, baring his rectum completely.
I settled my mouth over it. I sucked the little ring of flesh between my lips. At the same time, I pressed against the center of it with my pointed tongue. It sank deeper with each little lunge.
"Oh, man!" Mike was wheezing because of his cramped position. "She's eatin' my ass like a real trooper. Where'd she learn this Judd? Where'd she learn so quick?"
"She learned because I want her to. She knows I want her to please me, and she knows it pleases me to see her making love and making a stud feel good. It does feel good, doesn't it? Huh?"
"Oh, yeah! Does it ever!"
Although their conversation was about me, none of it was directed at me. Nonetheless, it excited me. I dove to a new level of depravity and rose to a new higher level of passion that would be hard to satisfy.
I renewed my efforts. I pulled harder on Mike's ass. I sucked until my lips ached, filling my mouth with his relaxed ass, as at the same time I plunged my tongue into his rectum.
I could feel the softness of his inner canal and the hotness of his entrails.
"Look at that old dong of yours! It ain't hard, but it's leaking like a drippy faucet. Shove it down there so she can have it, Mike. Let her have that juice, go on, man, give it to her."
Mike complied. He reached up and bent his limp cock down between his legs, pulling his balls out of the way to make room.
I could see what Judd meant. A silver thread of ooze clung to it, flowing steadily. It fell from the head to settle on his inner crotch where it began slowly seeping toward his ass, and my mouth.
When it approached close enough, I raised off his ass and quickly slithered my tongue to cover it, tasting its salty sweetness.
But instead of swallowing, I lunged my tongue into the now relaxed ass-all the way-until my tongue could go no further. It ached from the extreme extension, but I didn't care.
"Wow!" was all Mike could say.
"Gettin' to you, Mike? Huh? She's really gettin' to you, huh?"
"Is she ever! like nobody ever!"
I watched the fluid draining steadily from Mike's cock, as it made a little river toward his ass. When it got there, I opened my lips and sucked it into my mouth. The taste of his sex, his excitement, his passion incited me. I moaned. I groaned. I worked his ass feverishly.
"I'm gonna do it again!" As he said this, I saw his cock twitching. The head swelled. The first white glob of come appeared at the slit. There it hesitated, waiting.
It didn't have long to wait. My mouth covered it and sucked the hot flesh into my mouth. I continued sucking as the thick goo slowly emptied onto my tongue.
When I had enough, I rolled my tongue around in it, savoring every bit of flavor it had to offer. When my mouth was full, reluctantly I allowed it to slip down my throat.
After what seemed like hours, Judd released Mike and I moved. Mike just lay there, completely spent. His body heaved from exhaustion.
Hungrily, I reached for Judd.
"You really want it, huh? You really want that cock of mine, don't you? You want your daddy's cock, don't you. Huh?"
I nodded.
"How would you like it, momma, wanna suck it? Or maybe you want it up the ass? Or maybe you just want to beat it off? How do you want it, huh?" Judd was being cruel. But it was up to me to guess how he had decided to let me have it. I took a desperate plunge.
"Up my cunt, please," I begged. "I've gotta have it up my cunt."
"Fine with me," he answered, and I was immensely relieved. "But in that case, we'll have to go for a ride again, you game, momma? You want to go for another ride?"
I didn't say anything. I merely nodded.
"Well, let's get you ready for it, then," he said reaching for my cunt.
At first he stroked the lips teasingly. I couldn't help but respond. My lips twitched. They tightened and closed on his fingers. Each time they did, I could feel the increased pressure on my inner walls caused by the dildo.
Judd continued playing with my cunt. All the while, he watched the expression on my face.
His fingers found my clit and toyed with it. They tweaked it. They bent it. They pressed it. They twirled around it, and twirled it around. No matter what he did to me, I was stimulated by hunger. Full though it was, my cunt was hungry. I wanted something alive in it. It cried for something hot and pulsating. It demanded to be not only filled, but cleansed. I wanted cock. I wanted Judd's cock.
My hips ground against Judd's hand. Pleadingly, it pressed against his fingers. Imploringly, it coaxed and begged for him to slip inside, which he finally did-his fingers though.
Two fingers took hold of the end of the dildo and began pulling gently on it. It started to come out of me. At first my canal contracted, gripping tightly, not wanting to lose it.
With the increased pressure taking it from me, I gradually began to relax and feel it leave me. It left a void, a great emptiness. As the pressure eased, I thought my whole stomach and all my organs were about to fall out.
I looked down. At first I could only see a tiny white stub. But it kept growing. As it did, I felt the emptiness growing within me.
I was tempted to snatch it from his grasp and shove it back into me, but he was my daddy, and he knew what I wanted, because that's what he wanted.
When it was removed, my pussy lips gasped at the sudden vacating. Fluids flowed from me freely. They fell to the ground, making a little puddle between my legs.
"Okay," he said finally, "Let's mount up. Come on, Mike. You're gonna live, let's get with it."
Mike responded by sitting up lazily, stretching and flexing his muscles. The movements excited me. I had to restrain myself from falling down on his crotch and seeing if I couldn't flex another muscle or two.
Quickly and easily, Mike slipped into his clothes. But Judd and I stayed naked.
"Mount up."
Assuming he meant as before, I got onto the bike. Actually, I was hiding a bit of disappointment. I thought Judd was through, and merely taking me and us home. I found out, shortly, how wrong I was.
"No, momma, not that way. How am I going to fuck you if you're backward? Turn around."
Immediately, I knew what he meant. I reversed my position quickly and happily so that I faced the back of the motor.
He mounted in front of me, his hard cock aimed right at my gaping cunt.
"Now, just lean back, momma, and relax. It's going to be all right, just relax."
Cautiously I did so. As I moved I felt the horn pressing into my ass. At the same time, I felt my cunt coming into position for his cock.
When I was fully reclined back across the handle bars, he spoke again.
"Now, here we go."
Without warning the motor shot forward. As it did so, my body lurched and I slid fully onto his cock, sinking in to the hilt. The feeling was excruciating, especially since I had closed my canal and contracted my guts.
But the head of his cock opened up and the heat of his meat relaxed me.
Suddenly we hit the bumps. I knew what kind of a ride he had in mind. I didn't have to do a thing but hang on. Judd did nothing but control the motorcycle over the rough terrain.
"That's it, momma. Just relax and enjoy the ride. It's for both of us."
I began coming almost immediately. Even above the roar of the two motors I could hear his cock slushing and jostling in my cunt. There was no motion from either of us. The rough ride did it all. Because there was no steady rhythm, nothing to become accustomed to, my cunt remained in an almost constant state of contraction. It clung to the slick stick of meat probing into me.
But no matter how hard I clung to his cock, it wasn't possible to hold it still. It continued to poke and jab into me. Sometimes only slightly, sometimes a full lunge would send its full length into me.
"How's that, momma? Better than a dildo up there? Your daddy's cock is always better than that, isn't it? like it up there? like what's happening? Huh?"
I shouted back my passionate acknowledgements and could feel his cock-in spite of the hard ride-throbbing in me. It spewed forth its liquids, slicking the walls of my already slick canal. The erratic rhythm of his penetration must have hastened his coming.
Twice he came in this fashion before we hit the highway. On the other hand, I had been draining almost constantly. And the seat was slick and slimy with our combined love juices.
When we hit the highway, Mike shouted something to Judd that I couldn't understand and sped off into the night, leaving just the two of us.
Judd pulled the motor under a tree. He got up from the seat, pulling free of me. I simply lay there.
"What did you think of that, momma? Was it good? Did it feel good up there after the stretching you had? Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes, daddy," I moaned, still excited, although thoroughly exhausted.
"Well, then, how about cleaning up a little so we can get home and get some sleep?"
I got off the motor and looked in the saddle bags for a cloth. There was nothing inside except our clothes.
"Not with a rag, momma. You don't want to waste all that juice on a rag, do you? How about your tongue? Let me see you clean it all up with your tongue. Lick it up, starting with me. Come on over here and lick me clean."
Eagerly I approached him and fell to my knees. My tongue shot out to bury itself in his matted crotch hairs. I licked and lapped at the stickiness I found there. I savored each taste. Diluting it with my saliva, I licked it from his body.
Going on to his semi-hard cock, I licked that then sucked it into my mouth. At the same time I worked my tongue all over it, collecting every bit of moisture I could find.
Finally I went deep into his crotch. I licked his balls and inner thighs. My tongue worked hurriedly and thoroughly and hungrily, licking up all I could find until he was clean.
"Now, the bike. We can't leave the seat in that condition, can we? Do you want it to be nice and clean? Do you want it to look nice for your daddy, don't you? How about getting to work on it."
Obediently, I went to the bike and bent over the seat. My nostrils were filled with the odor of sex and leather. My head clouded. The aroma of the mixed smells sent my head twirling as I began lapping at the warm leather furiously, gluttonously.
The taste of the leather and the sex was delicious! The feel of the soft padded leather against my tongue was sensual! Although it seemed obscene to be doing such a thing, I couldn't stop myself!
I licked and lapped until there was nothing left. I looked up at Judd, who was standing on the other side of the motor. He was watching while he stroked his cock which had become hard again.
"I've got a little treat for you, momma." He aimed the head of his cock toward the leather seat. I watched as he emptied his cock toward the leather seat. Another thick load of abundant semen, I thought as I marveled at his capacity.
When he seemed to be finished, I first lapped at the tip of his cock to clean it, then returned to the seat.
The liquid was still warm. Because it was thick, I could feel it as my tongue picked it up. I could feel it as I swallowed it. It was salty, delicious! And I was grateful for this "treat." I continued until the seat was completely clean. It glistened in the faint starlight.
When Judd was satisfied that I had done my job well, he took me in his arms and kissed me. We dressed, mounted and headed for home.
We didn't talk much because we were both tired-very tired.
We stripped in silence. Just the sight of his cock made me want to fall to my knees and love him once more. But I thought better of it.
We crawled into bed. Judd lay flat on his back with his legs spread.
I lay next to him on my side. I took hold of his cock, gently, lovingly, tenderly.
"You're really hung up on that meat, ain't you, momma?" He twitched his hips slightly. He wasn't the only one, but I didn't say anything. I had won, after all. Judd and Mike had quit loving. I know I could have gone at least one more round.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, softly, as I nuzzled my nose into his armpit.
There was no further conversation. There was silence.
And sleep claimed both of us, deep, healing sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Shit, Jerome! What the hell are you doing here and how did you find me?" I yanked the door all the way open and looked at my brother who was standing there. He had a big smile on his face.
He walked in and said, "Well, I have to admit that it took a bit of doing, but here I am. I did find you and that's all that really matters, sis."
"What I want to know is what you tracked me down for. Why? I'm happy and I want to stay that way. You know it wouldn't be cool if I went back home."
"But sis, the folks are going crazy with dread. They don't know what's happened. You're really hurting them. They don't know where you are, and they don't know that I have found you. They have the police out and everything. I mean it's a pretty big deal. They don't know what happened and they think that something terrible did. Mom thinks you were killed or kidnapped or raped or something bad like that."
"But Jerome, I don't want to go back home. I'm happy here. They would never accept Judd. And I want to stay with him. He's good to me ... he gives me what I need whenever I want it."
"What does he do?"
I wondered if he really knew what I had meant by my statement.
"He's a mechanic. He makes very good money. He's a good provider ... and he's fun to be with. We have a lot in common-"
"I'd like to meet him," my brother said, emptily. I could tell that his thoughts were somewhere else. "When's he come home?"
I looked at the clock. "In another hour or so. Why?"
"Mind if I wait around and meet him?" His voice carried a definite tone which said that he had made a decision to stay, regardless of what I felt.
"If you like. But promise me ... you won't tell the folks where I am? Will you? Maybe if I send them a card or letter or something. In fact, I could write Alice in New York and have her forward the letter from there. They'd never know."
"Got something to drink?" My brother wanted to change the subject.
"Vodka, scotch, bourbon, gin, rye and-I believe-there's some brandy left."
"How about some vodka and orange juice ... got any?"
"I think so." I rose and went into the kitchen.
"What's Judd like?" Jerome asked from the other room.
"You'll see, soon enough."
There was a silence until I returned with two tall drinks, which I had purposely made strong. The silence dragged on, while both of us tried to appear casual.
Finally, Jerome broke it. "Sis..."
"Yes?" I prompted, eager for conversation to replace the awkward silence.
"Remember that night in my room?" He hesitated, probably knowing it would be a difficult topic to bring up.
"Yes." My answer was simple and noncommittal.
"Well ... I've thought about it quite a bit. I thought, well, I thought it was kind of wild. And I was, well, I was saying to myself that maybe-"
"Maybe it could happen again?" I interrupted.
"Yes. That's it."
"Jerome, you ... you're my brother. For you and me to do anything would be ... incest."
"Ain't it great?" My wicked brother's eyes were twinkling. "Just like you said that night. Then you didn't care. So, how about it, Sis?"
"Oh, for Pete's sake, Jerome! How could you say such a thing? Aren't there any girls you can ball without having to get hung up on me ... your sister?"
"Yeah. But they're all square. All they want to do is lie down and spread their legs. You made it exciting ... and we didn't even get down to it. You're my kind of woman!"
Silence.
Jerome stood. I could see that during the short silence he had been thinking. His crotch was bulging, indicating that he was aroused.
He approached me and gently pulled my head forward to rest it against his hardness.
"What say we play a little ... we don't have to fuck if you don't want to. That ain't important, really. We could just mess around ... maybe like we did the last time. What say, sis?"
"Jerome, Judd is due home soon. I don't know what he'd think. About my own brother and I, I mean."
"We don't have to tell him. We could say I picked you up in town, in the park. Or something like that."
"That would only make it worse. Since Judd and I've been together, I haven't picked up anyone or allowed myself to be picked up. He furnishes all the guys..."
Realizing what I had almost said, I stopped abruptly and hoped that Jerome hadn't caught on. Unfortunately...
"Then, you ball with other guys." He was positively gleeful.
"I didn't quite mean that, Jerome. What I meant is-"
"That Judd furnishes you with studs! That's it, isn't it? He gets all the cock you want, doesn't he?" Jerome's whole body reflected his excitement.
"Jerome, I am certainly not a common whore. We have our little parties, but I don't give myself to just anyone!" As I said this, I remembered my night of initiation.
Jerome unbuttoned his jeans, baring his crotch to me. His cock hung down his leg. All that was visible was the base of his organ and his bush of curly hair.
I was caught by the scent ... I tried to resist it, but I found myself drawn to it.
Slowly my head turned. My nose touched the hairs. I inhaled deeply, slowly, savoring the masculine smell. The juices began churning within me. A thick tightening came back into my stomach. I could feel my pussy beginning to come alive in anticipation.
"Suck it for me."
I obeyed. My tongue slipped from between my lips and probed into the hairs. I picked up the subtle scent and flavor of youthful perspiration, of youthful excitement, of youthful passion.
My tongue touched the column of flesh and it throbbed. Encouraged, my world and consciousness shrank to this one spot, this crotch before me. All else was suddenly insignificant, unimportant and distant.
I relaxed and took my task to heart. I began pulling and tugging on the tight pants, trying to lower them. I wanted to bare more of that hard sweet flesh that was before me. But his legs were spread too far apart. They were immovable.
So I satisfied myself with stroking the insides of his thighs with my fingers. My fingers felt on one side the soft inner thigh on the other, the hard column of prick that extended down the leg. My fingers moved along the length of it until I found the head. I cupped it and felt it throb. I felt it acknowledge my presence.
My tongue was hungrily poking into the open fly, licking the base of his cock. I tried to curl around it, to get under it, to coax it into the open.
But he would have none of that. He wanted to play with me.
He bent forward and touched my breasts, hesitantly at first. Then, seeing that I did not object, he became bolder. He cupped one in each hand and squeezed. He lifted. He twisted.
My nipples had grown hard. Since I wore no supports, they pressed brazenly forward against his palms.
He was far from insensitive to them. His palms began a rotating motion, rubbing them through the material.
Although I didn't really delight in having my tits played with, the sensations shot down to my groin. I could feel the lips of my cunt working, contracting and relaxing, oozing fluid of excitement, of passion.
"Oh Jerome, take them off. Please ... take them off. . . "
He didn't answer, but brought his feet closer together. Still, it wasn't enough. I enjoyed the sensation, the suspense, the waiting; but I was impatient. I wanted to bare his cock. I wanted to swallow it.
I renewed my efforts to pull his pants down. I grabbed them at the waist and tugged downward. The material gave. It slid down over his firm buttocks. Accomplishing this, I returned to the fly and tugged it downward, too. And the material slid, slowly, reluctantly.
But more of his shaft came into view. As it did, my tongue quickly welcomed it. I set upon him-and his prick-and licked it as though it were a long-lost friend, which it was!
Cock!
Suddenly the thought flashed through my mind again. Cock!
I was becoming cock crazy! No matter where I found it, when I saw it, I had to have it, then, there. I wanted it!
My brother had a cock. For that he could no longer be my brother. It was his cock I wanted. Cock!
I tore at his pants, pulling them down off his hips, down to his knees.
My mouth found the head of his rampant member which had popped up to greet me. In one smooth motion I swallowed it ... all of it! After Mike and Judd, it was no problem. I could still breathe.
I sucked and slobbered at his crotch, flicking my tongue out every now and then to lash at his balls.
"Oh sis, you sure can suck. Better than any twat I've found yet. You're hot ... and sweet. Best of all, you really want it!"
"She sure does!" Judd was home!
We both whirled to face the door. There stood Judd with a delightfully evil grin on his face.
"So you finally got yourself a stud, huh."
"No ... this is a ... this is my ... my brother."
"Your brother!" he chuckled. "Well, well, that's even better! It's good to see a family that stays together. Don't mind me, momma. Enjoy yourself while I fix myself a drink. How's yours?"
We both handed him our glasses. Neither of us said a word.
I looked up into Jerome's face. He had a sheepish childish expression as if he'd been caught stealing someone's prize cherries. He still didn't say anything.
I looked down. His cock had wilted. It was soft ... completely soft. So I sucked it into my mouth and went to work on it. At-the same time, I also worked on his balls, sort of half sucking, half licking them. He twitched and started to pull away. But I held him by the hips, holding his groin into my face.
In the background I heard approaching footsteps ... Judd.
"She's pretty good, ain't she?"
"Uh, yes ... She is-"
"My name's Judd. What's yours?"
"Jerome."
"Then relax, Jerome. You're among friends, my momma here, and me. We're liberal. We're tolerant. We can't see why we should turn our backs on a hot brother. Do we, momma? Huh? Not when he's got a nice cock full of thick cream, huh?"
I knew he was goading me and I let him. I could feel Jerome responding to my increased efforts.
I felt his cock swelling and pushing its way into my throat. Since there was no more room in my mouth because I had his balls in there too, I found it hard to breathe.
His hips began moving back and forth in a pumping motion. Each stroke sent his cock into me deeper. The combination of movement and swelling accomplished the task easily. Soon I had his entire length in me.
At some point I felt fingers in my crotch. They could only be Judd's because Jerome was playing with my breasts and working them up to their former hardness.
"Why don't we get more comfortable?" He must have found out that I was wearing panties, which would obstruct his entry.
"I can't quit now. I'm going to come!"
As soon as I heard this, I let go of his manhood, freeing it completely.
Jerome immediately took his rigid staff in his hand and stroked it two or three times.
"Take it," he spat at me.
But before I could get to it, Judd's palm came in between right before the head.
"Let it fly, Jerome," he encouraged. "Dump it right here in my hand."
Jerome needed no encouragement. His cock throbbed wildly. As it did so, it drained itself of a hot, youthful load of thick gism, creating quickly a puddle in Judd's palm.
When my brother had finished his orgasm, he stepped back and stumbled on the hobbles that his downed jeans made.
"Look at this. Watch her work it." And then Judd said to me, "Strip down, momma, we want to see you naked. We want to see your goods. Good cunt, good boobs, come on and strip."
I stripped and sat back on the chair.
"On your knees." He held the little puddle of love-juice just beyond my reach.
Meanwhile, he had removed his clothes. Jerome was doing the same thing.
"Now ... come and get it ... come on." He held it still just out of reach.
I leaned forward and flicked out my tongue, only to have him move out of reach again. I leaned forward further. In doing so, I left the chair and went to all fours. But each time I would approach him, he would move away. But he was always just out of reach, egging me on.
All around the living room he kept this up. " First, he would let me get almost there. Then he would move just out of reach. I would follow hungrily, eagerly. And he would taunt me with it.
"Come on ... come to daddy ... nice love-juice ... you want it, don't you ... come on, keep crawling..."
Suddenly it dawned on me that he wasn't using his usual 'make daddy happy' line. Maybe he thought just his voice was enough, or just the sight of the scum would be enough. Or maybe ... he was jealous! Yes, I thought, and he's really going to torture me ... and Jerome!
I stopped dead. I didn't budge another inch.
Jerome looked at me, then at Judd. Judd looked at me. "Come to daddy, baby. Come. Come!" He waited. But I still didn't move.
"I said, come."
"No ... you just want to hurt me. And this time ... no."
Judd looked astonished. Then he began to get angry.
"Judd, if you're doing this because you're jealous at your 'momma' having taken a side trick, you needn't bother to be. I really am her brother."
Judd looked at Jerome, and there was a sneer on his lips. "Sure you are kid and my fucking name is Saint Vincent de Paul." Then he turned to me and said, "What kind of stupid trick is this?" I looked at him and said that Jerome was telling the truth, that I really was his sister. Judd looked at me and then back at Jerome. There was a shocked look on his face. "Holy Cow, that's ... that's incest," he said.
He paused for a long time and then he sat on the floor. "Don't you know that's sick. I mean that's really sick. I've never heard of such a thing. The two of you fucking like animals. Really, that's sick. That's all I can say. And you want me to go on living with you, knowing that you fucked your own brother?"
"Why not?" I asked. "I've fucked other guys while you were watching, I really don't see the difference."
"But you're related, I mean I would never fuck my own sister. Shit, that's like fucking my mother or something. I just can't believe that the two of you have really been doing something like that. I think it's awful. It's one of the worst things that I've ever heard of.
Shit, shit, shit."
Then he got up and pulled his clothes on, and the next thing I knew, Judd was walking out of the apartment. Jerome looked at me and said nothing, but I knew that he was sorry, that he had caused Judd to leave me.
Shit, I didn't care. Ever since I had been with Judd, he had just used me. He had beaten my up a lot and used my body. All he seemed to care about was fucking me. Hell, I have been fucked by his boys, and have been used by them. He had the balls to tell me that fucking my brother was sick.
The more that I thought about it the more pissed I got. I wanted to get back at him and I wanted to avenge myself on the world. I went to my brother and told him to eat my pussy. He looked up and there was a sort of stupid grin on his face. "Certainly," he said to me. He was on his knees before me, and he was able to put his head on my snatch. His lips closed over my twat and he moved his mouth up and down on me.
He worked his tongue in and out of my twat and I got hotter and hotter. His tongue zoomed into my snatch and I felt myself giving way to his touch. He was melting me with his tongue. Shitballs, I loved what he was doing to me. He worked his tongue up and down on my body some more. The more that he worked his tongue into me, the hotter that I got.
I saw that his cock was getting stiff and I knew that I wanted to give him a blow-job. I wanted to take his hot meat into my mouth and suck on it until he came. My hands reached out and encircled his head and pushed his face down into my cunt.
He worked his tongue back and forth across my angry gash. His lips pulled and sucked on the delicate cunt flaps. My snatch lips flared as he worked his tongue into me some more. I thought that what he was doing, was really delicious and I felt hotter and hotter as he sucked on me some more. I was getting a great sensation out of his lapping job.
My body trembled with delight as he worked his tongue up and down on me some more. Everything that he did to me got me hotter and hotter. I thought that I was going to come just from having his tongue work up and down on me. I loved the feel of his tongue in my twat.
I shook with joy as he found my clitty and took it into his mouth and then he began to suck on it. He moved his lips back and forth on the sensitive pleasure knob. His tongue rolled it around and I could feel myself giving into the pleasure that he was giving me.
I loved Jerome and what he was doing. I thought about the good times and the bad times with Judd, and the more that I thought about them, the more that I wanted to thank Jerome for getting rid of Judd.
Judd was an evil son of a bitch. He didn't give a fuck about me. All he cared about was his gang and his cycle. I was just a side attraction, as if I was a freak in a carnival. "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, see the only girl that lived with Judd and was fucked by Judd and his gang. She walks, she talks, she fucks, she sucks."
I thought about the humiliation that I had to put up with, all the suffering that I had survived just so that I could be with Judd, and the more that I thought about it, the more that I wanted to be back home. I sort of missed my parents, and I really didn't want to hurt them.
What I had done I thought had been a good experience, and I knew that if I had it to live all over, I would have done the same thing. I would have done it, because the experience was great. Now that I think about it I know that I never loved Judd, but was infatuated with him. He was really a symbol for me more than anything else.
But now that I had been out in the real world, and realized how people could really use me for their own pleasures and not really care about me, I wanted to get back to my parents. I wondered if they would understand, if they would be able to accept me back.
From what Jerome had said they would but I knew that it was possible for him to be wrong. There was only one way that I would ever know and that would be to go there myself and find out. Only then would I be able to find out if my parents could take me back without asking questions.
As the pleasure of the cunt-lap increased, turned my attention to my brother and what he was doing for my cunt. He worked his tongue up and down on me some more. He was thrilling me with his tongue and everything that he did seemed to be getting better and better. I loved what he was doing to my body and I thought that I had never been treated as well before.
So what if he was my brother? Was that really bad? It didn't seem to make any difference to him, and the more that I considered it the more that I realized that it didn't really bother me. I liked what he was doing, and regardless of our relationship, whether I was his sister or not, really didn't seem to matter.
He sucked some more on me, and with each flick of his tongue, I came closer and closer to coming. I wanted to come in a deluge of cream, I wanted my body to fall apart with the great sensations of his tongue working in and out of my body. He was giving me such great delight.
His big fingers gripped my flesh and then he placed his tongue deeper into my hole. He worked his fingers up into my ass-hole and then he bit my clit. When that happened, it was if the world had exploded, so intense was my desire, so intense was the sensation.
I came and came and came some more. I must have filled his mouth with my come juices. I was shaking incredibly as he worked his tongue up and down on me. I liked what he was doing and I thought that it was really something.
He flicked his tongue into my cunt a few more times and then he stopped. Now he looked up at me, and his face glistened with cunt juice and bodily secretions.
I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, my tongue slid into his mouth. I smelled my cunt on his face and reveled in the delight that he was giving me. I loved what he was doing and I thought that it was really something else. The more that he kissed me the more that I felt his tongue in my mouth, and the more that I tongued his mouth, the more that I wanted to suck on his cock.
Nothing could stop me now and I leaned down and stroked his penis. He spread out on the floor and spread his legs. I lay my head between his legs and then nestled my lips against his cock. I licked my tongue up and down on his cock. The turgid flesh trembled as I worked my mouth over him. He thrilled to the touch that I gave him and I loved the feel of his firm cock near my mouth.
I pressed my lips to his cock head and then rubbed them back and forth. The more I moved my lips up and down on his body, the more that his peter trembled. Everything that I gave him, everything that I did for him, pleased my brother. I moved my mouth to the top of his cock and then wrapped my lips around his prick. I sucked on it harder and harder and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.
Ah, this was pleasure and I knew that I was giving him what he wanted. I have to confess that I love to suck on cock. I like to be fucked too, but there is something about sucking on a cock that pleases me and thrills me. I worked my mouth up and down on his cock some more.
I thought that he was going to come. The prick throbbed in my mouth and I knew that it was time for him to climax. I squeezed his balls as he throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and then suddenly I felt the juice shoot into my mouth. I sucked on the cock, as one would pull on a cigarette. I took a long deep drag on his cock and sucked all the juice out of him. I felt the gunk in my mouth and then I gladly swallowed it. I let his cock stay in my mouth a few more times and then he pulled it out. We got dressed and then left the house, heading back to my parent's home.
