Death affects people in many different ways. In this story Jane lost her child in child birth and her husband a few years later. She was crushed by the deathly blows life had dealt her.
She took a motherly interest in the young boy next door. When his mother dies, she becomes his substitute mother taking care of all of his needs. His needs do expand when he's fourteen and she becomes his lover, thereby substituting him for her son and her lost husband.
The two have a lovely romantic relationship as well as the mother-son deal. She takes the boy to PTA meetings and they have fine sexual relations after each outing.
The plot is complicated when the boy's father and Jane fall in love and after several orgies, get married. Jane is worried that her sexual relationship with the father, who is a vice officer, will put an end to what she and the son have.
Since she loves them both, she does not want to face the fact she will probably have to choose between the son, whose virginity she took, and the father who probably never was a virgin in his whole life!
She is afraid that the father will bust her if he ever finds out that she has been having sexual relations with his son. She finds it extremely difficult to give up her love for the young child ... if she can at all. Yet, she doesn't want to be put away in the slammer for child molesting and daddy sure can do it, being on the vice squad!
She thought about giving them both up. That would mean she would be back to being the lonesome, middle-aged woman who might possibly go mad for lack of love.
CHAPTER ONE
Jane motioned to the thin little boy. She urged him to her naked body. Her crack dripped hungrily and her clit fluttered as the naked child crawled between her legs.
She felt him snuggle comfortably into familiar territory and snub his hot, stiff prick to her hole. She couldn't wait! She heaved her heavy pelvis to the lad and felt the soothing, fulfilling thud of his hard young dick as it sank deeply into her clasping vagina!
She moaned her contentment as she gyrated her pelvis on his blood-gorged prick. Her lusty passions mounted inside her as the lad speeded up his thrusts of hard dick. Her titties jiggled as he pummeled her squishy, slobbering tube. Her belly swayed slightly with the young boy's heaving of cock into her twat.
She looked up to Frankie's sweating face and it made her tingle to see the glazed look in his eyes as he first watched her bouncing boobs and then his jabbing prick. He hunched his back to enable himself to see his whang slide around in her slimy crack. He was breathing heavily, delightedly watching his cock punch in and out of her marshy hole.
She reached up for his thin shoulders but he was too engrossed in seeing her matted snatch and his whang. His long, brown hair hung over the sides of his face and his forehead sparkled of wetness. He heaved his thin, muscle-flexed ass again and again as his hard dong dug deeper and deeper into her sloshy, grasping tunnel.
Jane whirlpooled her pelvis on her chubby cheeks and sucked in his plunging, stabbing penis. She felt his young balls swack her ass crack as he heaved and grunted home his young prick. She wrapped her legs tightly around the lad's tight, firm ass and held onto his sweat-slick body. Her hands clutched his rapidly ricocheting hips and she felt his long, thin dong punch into her uterus.
God, he jammed her a good fuck! She loved every second of the child's ramming prick! She knew he'd lay down on her bouncing boobs just before he shot off his load, but right now he was happy to thrust and heave his dong in ... in ... into her grabbing, spastic hole. He loved to watch his whang slosh around her snatch!
She felt his hands on her boobs and his fingers flicked her rigid nipples. She felt the stinging sensation shoot from her tender titties right to her jiggling clit and her clenching tube. She felt the welling up of her orgasm! She slithered under his thin body and her pelvis swung madly up to meet his jamming hot rod! Her body trickled with little jolts and sparks of passion!
She raised her ass up off the bed and held her spasming hole rigid as she felt her flow of hot, burning cum burst out of her hole bathing the young ramrod!
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.
Her hands clutched the sheets and then dug into his young pelvis as she withered and jerked in her wonderful orgasm.
Frankie leaned over her shaking body and pressed his thin chest to her full, round domes and heaved his stiff dick home! He jammed his spurting cock up tight to her womb as he shot off his long, hot, steaming blast!
"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII!" he screamed.
His fingers dug into her round ass cheeks and he hung onto her as his flood of jism mixed with hers and rolled out of her hole. His nuts were drenched. His pelvis stopped pumping as he pressed his young pelvis tightly against her sloppy, soaked crotch.
He gasped for air and pressed his hot face against her smooth neck.
She felt his young organ wither and die inside her. The smaller his penis got, the more jism dribbled out of her tunnel. She loved it! She liked everything about this young kid and his fuckin'. The way he eagerly thrust his prick up inside her, the way he pumped her twat, the way his dong died and slipped out, the gush of his cum ... it was all simply more than she deserved! He was so young, so innocent ... or had been. Thanks to her motherly, loving instructions, he was now one damned good screw.
His withered dingus fell out of her hole and she quickly squirmed her round body around to his pelvis. She crawled between his legs as he sat at the foot of the bed. She pushed his thighs wider apart and cupped his young organ in her hands. She felt the wet, limp organ and was thrilled that he still had sloppy cum on his prick and that she hadn't waited until it was a sticky dry coating.
She bent her head over his wilted prick and shoved the whole thing into her mouth. She sucked and chewed gently on the little boy's prick and coddled his rocks. Her tongue flicked over his touchy cockhead and she adored the way flinched each time. She wallowed his rubbery prick around in her spit and went on to kiss his sticky balls. She put his testicles into her mouth and slobbered her spit on them.
She never ceased to be amazed at the super softness of his rocks ... the skin so silky. She thrived on the gutsy feeling she got when she lipped one side of a velvety nut and felt the hard, little oval rock move inside each satiny ball! God, she loved eating nuts!
As she laid on her belly eating his nuts, she felt the lad's hands massaging her ass cheeks. She ground her matted pussy against the spotted sheet and ate hungrily at his withered, spent penis.
She felt the limber lad bend over her naked body and kiss her back as his hands dug into her crack and prodded at her asshole. Her whole body tingled with excitement! He was such a good boy!
She licked the last of his young, tender cum from his cockhead and dug her pink tongue into his peehole for the last drop as he kissed and tongued down her back.
She felt goose bumps poke out on her buns and her body shook happily. She delighted in this child's every touch ... of course he'd been well trained!
She felt the lad slip from her grasp and crawl over her body to put his face to her asscrack. She shook with lustful joy when she felt the hotness of his breath in her crack. She felt his fingers separate her ass cheeks and his hot little tongue bum into her asshole! She quivered. The delightful feeling of his hanging whang and balls on the back of her neck thrilled her. She turned her head, licking the last of his tasty jism from her lips, and tried to catch just a slight taste of his swinging organ.
Her asscrack dripped with his spit as he lapped and nibbled at her asshole. She spread her legs far apart and felt his hot breath sear up into her vaginal slit. His tongue dug at her rectum and with much effort, got inside. She felt him wiggle his tongue and her asshole clamped tightly onto the lad's fluttering, flicking tongue.
Her clit fluttered at the touch of his strong, young fingers. The touch of his fingers and hot breath at her hole was nearly more than she could stand. She felt his prick hard against her back and she struggled to her knees.
Young Frankie spun his lithe body around to mount her dog-style.
She rested her head and shoulders on the bed and her full, round breasts pressed against the sheet. Her ass was up in the air and his long rod poked and prodded at her tight, clasping asshole. She felt him pinch and squeeze her rigid nipples as he pushed and pushed his dong to her rectum.
She loved a good assfuck, but it was always so tight a squeeze at first! Once he got his whang past her sphincter muscle, it was great! Until then, his dong hurt like hell! It was all worth the stretching pain when he plunged his dong deep inside her tender ass.
She felt little stabs of pain as the child forced his hard dick in ... in ... in! She took a deep breath of air and relaxed to enjoy the punching she was about to get! His dick felt so big and fat in her ass tube! She adored the feeling of being so crammed full of cock she thought she'd burst!
Her clit vibrated madly as his deft hands moved from her oversized boobs to her pussy and on to her fluttering clit. He slipped his fingers around and around her peaked love bud ... careful not to touch. This drove her wild with passion for when he did touch her clit and tweak it and pinch it and then move his young fingers to her vagina ... all the time pounding a fuck into her asshole!
She moaned and moved her buns slightly. She was so jammed full of the little boy's dick she couldn't really swing her butt. She was delighted at his touch in her sloppy, squashy slit. She tossed her head from side to side in anguished pleasure while the boy pounded his whang into her asshole. His balls slammed into her vaginal crack.
Sounds of marshy suction pierced her ears. She smelled his dried cum on her lips and face. Her nose flared at the smell of her own rank asshole. Such a tight fuck! She could hardly move! Her juices dripped as his fingers worked her cunt. Her crack bubbled with seething, dripping cum along with the new, fresh juices he was getting from her tunnel. Her asshole burned like fire as he fucked. Her clit twittered and she had to cum! Her flooding jism gushed over his pummeling fingers and she jerked as best she could while he jammed his long whang up her ass to where she thought he'd shove it right on through to her mouth!
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she cried.
Her rectum was so stretched it couldn't tighten and spasm on his beating, jabbing dick. She laid there on her upper torso feeling the flow of wonderful, releasing juice ... drip, gush, flow.
Frankie thought his whang was gonna be squeezed off as he plunged in and out of her hunched-up ass. He liked ass-fucking and he gave his mightiest heaves of prick. She was so tight and hot! His piercing cockhead plunged and dug and shot off "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he cried.
His young body jerked and tucked around her hunched-up buns. Every muscle in his thin body tightened and then released as he shot off his load of young sperm. He clung to her well-rounded ass ... shaking, like a dog in his mounting position. He put his head down on her slippery back and moaned as his body continued to shake and jerk.
Jane fell flat on her pussy and moaned her contentment. He was an absolutely delicious fuck! Her little fucker!
She felt squishy and marshy all over. Her pussy thought it was drowned. Her asshole still had a dick in it, but a very limp, rubbery one. She felt the young boy slip on her sweaty back and when he'd move she heard the sound of schlucking suction. His breath was hot on her steaming body. Her short, brown hair was wet enough to have been just washed. She was completely wrung out.
Frankie laid plastered on her back. His dick withered and fell out of her asshole and fell into her well-oiled slit. He lay on her at dead anchor.
They dozed a calm sleep after being lulled to sleep by the rocking, socking fuck.
It seemed to Jane hours must have passed, but in reality it was only a few minutes. She woke and her heart palpitated! It had been beautiful! The whole fucking scene had been glorious! She always woke to panic after it was all over. What if she should get caught? Who was gonna catch her? Nevertheless, she was a very naughty lady!
She had no right to mess around with a child and she knew it! If it wasn't bad enough that she fucked with her fourteen-year-old neighbor, it was bad that his dad was a cop. A vice cop! What he wouldn't do to her if he ever found out that she was fucking his son! All hell would break loose and she'd spend the rest of her life in a slammer for wicked, nasty, sex perverts.
She wasn't a pervert. She was a very common, ordinary, horny lady. Frankie's dad would throw away the key if he ever found out! She constantly had this fear hanging over her head ... fear of being caught with a child in her bed.
Jane didn't think of Frankie as a child any more. He was the best fuck she'd ever had! Of course he was just a baby in reality and he hadn't been easily seduced. She had only succeeded after several attempts.
She tried to rationalize about Frankie to relieve some of her guilt feelings. She didn't want to think of herself as a wicked, nasty old, frustrated lady. Perverts were people who waited in dark alleys and attacked young children. That wasn't her!
Her heart stopped racing as she realized she was safe in her own bed with Frankie, and they were not gonna get caught at anything. His dad was gone to work, and there was nobody to catch them!
She still had to pound down some of the guilt feelings she had. She fought off every guilty feeling with a reason why she and Frankie were doing alright. It was a hard job for her to do because deep down inside she did feel wicked, nasty and lustful for her young neighbor. It was almost impossible to even look at the child without wanting him. She adored Frankie!
She laid back on the bed with the sleeping child in her arms and tried to think back to when she hadn't loved the boy from next door ... Where had it all started, this unnatural love affair with her boy lover?
CHAPTER TWO
Jane remembered where it had all begun. Was it really fifteen years ago that she and Jim had bought the house? Must be since Frankie was fourteen. She and her husband had been so happy. They were both twenty-five and newly married. The house had seemed out of reach for their financial condition.
Jane loved the house from the beginning. The three bedrooms left plenty of room for the dozens of children she wanted. Boys in one bedroom and girls in another. She and Jim planned to put a huge fireplace in the living room when they had the money. The dining room was spacious and joined the kitchen area. Jane had thought about cuddly little children running all over the place! She'd have sweet, soft little girls playing with dolls in front of the mammoth fireplace and older girls cooking and making a mess in the kitchen. Boys would be fixing cars in the double garage or playing ball on the cul-de-sac.
The house itself had been a dream to her. It was a tract house, but only one of a kind. The houses on her street were seven in number and they were the special floor plans for the houses the big company planned to build in a different part of town. So even if they were tract, that particular street had very special, individual 'houses and Jane and Jim bought the most special. It was the cheapest on the street, but with the trees they planned to put in and the fence across the front that would be pillars of unmatched brick with redwood rails connecting them, crawling with roses.
It was over a rose bush that Jane and Jim had met Ben and Mary. Since their yards joined, they decided to go halves on a redwood fence on their common line for the backyards. It was a splendid idea since both couples planned on having children and putting in patios and swing sets and more trees and bushes.
The two young couples became good friends, scurrying back and forth for coffee or drinks or with a small bag of newly acquired seeds. The wives conferred about furniture and decorating, and the guys sweated in the sun over crabgrass.
The street took on a lived-in look and it seemed happiness abounded. Everyone on the street painted houses, even though they were new, to give each house a distinct, individual look.
As the shrubs and trees grew so did the friendship of the young people on the street ... mostly between the two neighboring couples.
It was during the spring that Mary announced proudly to Jane that she was pregnant. She was so happy! She bubbled over with joy!
Jane planted ivy to grow over the small porch on the front of the redwood and brick house. She also stuck in some geraniums. She wasn't pregnant even though she and Jim had tried and tried.
As Mary's belly got bigger, Jane contented herself with her ivy.
When summer rolled around Jane got pregnant and the two wives did nothing but gab about the coming children. They watched each other's figures get all distorted and cumbersome.
The husbands went about their work ... Jim for the gas and electric company and Ben for the police department.
Things were beautiful! The skinny trees had leaves and the vines climbed up over the porch. The flowers bloomed and the grass was green.
The women got fatter and the husbands worked their butts off to get furniture to fit the desired decor of the houses.
Jane and Jim concentrated on cozy, warm early American, and Mary and Ben hauled in the modern.
Summer faded to fall and fall to winter.
Jane was thrilled to feel life in her belly and knew that next Christmas they would have a darling, chubby baby under the tree. She could see the cute little cherub and all the darling presents for him. She pictured little velvet suits and toy horses and blocks and trucks. She dreamed in the flickering lights of the Christmas tree about next year! She and Jim wouldn't be a couple any more, they'd be a family with the young baby! She could almost feel the soft, snuggly child in her arms, smelling of baby powder and sweet oils. She beamed!
It was just after all the gala decorations were put away for another year, January twelfth to be exact, that Mary called Jane and said she was having pains. Ben had night patrol and she was alone!
Fat Jane and her husband Jim rushed Mary to the hospital to have her baby. Frankie was born just before midnight and Jane was the first person to see the sleeping baby. It was a beautiful moment in her life and she patted her own belly, knowing she would soon have her boy, too.
She talked to the sleepy Mary in the recovery room and glowed with happiness for her friend. Mary was too drowsy to know much of anything except that her baby was born and it was a boy!
Ben had rushed to her side and held her in his young arms.
Jane had to hide her tears at such a wonderful event. She and Jim were thrilled for their friends. When Mary came home from the hospital Jane held the new baby on her own tubby gut and prayed her baby would be as beautiful.
Only he wasn't! Jane's baby was born dead.
Spring came and all the greenery burst into bloom. Jane was in shock as she watched the baby next door grow and crawl and coo. She never shed a tear. She was in her own world of grief, and she couldn't seem to shake it.
Everybody tried to comfort her, but to no avail. Jim took her to bed every night and fucked her. He thought she ought to have a baby and soon! They both wanted children so badly!
Springs came and went and Frankie grew like a weed. He was a darling, bouncing boy and Mary and Ben felt almost guilty at having such a lovely child while their friends had none. It looked like Jane and Jim never would have children.
Jane and Jim went to doctors and had tests and nothing seemed wrong with either of them. Except they never had a child. The fireplace never got put in and the cozy house remained a cozy house for the two of them.
Mary and Ben accepted Jane and Jim's help with the baby. They let them baby sit and it was almost as if Frankie had two sets of parents. The baby was so flooded with love from both couples that he grew to think of Jane as a second mother.
She became his first mother when Mary died five years later in a car accident.
Grief struck the neighbors twice ... the death of a new baby five years before and now Mary. It was a stupid accident that happened while she was on the way to the store only a couple of miles from home.
Jane had Frankie with her while Mary had gone shopping. She hugged the child close to her and comforted him and thanked God that the darling, lively boy was safe.
It was only natural that she take care of Frankie while dad worked. She was the next thing to a mother that little Frankie had. Ben worked different shifts and was gone a lot of the time with his police work and meetings and activities.
Frankie stayed with Jane and Jim most of the time. His clothes and things were at his own home next door and he was with his dad whenever he could be. What with Ben working and sleeping, that wasn't always a lot of the time.
Jane took the child to his first day at school and met the teacher. She packed his lunches and saw that his clothes were neat and clean. Jane took the boy to the barber and to the doctor. She had her son even though he wasn't her son.
Ben got more and more involved with the police department and nearly dedicated his life to his work completely.
Jane and Jim took Frankie to the fair and had birthday parties for him. Jane went to parent-teacher meetings and had a scout troop. She took Frankie to his swimming lessons and sat like a proud mother at his every achievement. She got to where she thought Frankie was her son.
She worshiped the little boy.
Jim kept trying to make her pregnant.
Ben worked and slept.
She had been sleeping one afternoon when she had a dream. In the dream she'd been held and loved and fucked by a young boy! She woke just as she had a beautiful orgasm! She sprawled on the bed feeling the excitement in her hole and the lovely warm juice ooze out of her hole. She smiled for the first time in a couple of years.
She was coming alive! She still had feelings in her crotch! She hadn't felt anything so wonderful since Jim had gone to heaven. She'd thought she'd died with him or the baby or Frankie ... Now she'd felt a spurt of life! She wasn't dead. She'd start again!
Only it would be a little different. She was forty. The child she'd loved so much and substituted for her own was fourteen. Ben would be a good place to start since he was about the only adult, single man she knew.
She laid on the bed and wondered what it'd be like to go to bed and be screwed by him? They'd been friends for so long it's be almost like fucking her brother, if she had one. The more she thought about the tall, dark cop next door the better she liked it ... only it was his son's face hovering over her every time she thought about fucking!
That was a repulsive thought ... fucking the kid she'd almost seen born and had practically brought up!
She forced her thoughts back to Ben. Why couldn't she concentrate on his dark hair? Why Frankie's long, waving hair? She had looked into Ben's deep brown eyes so many times and felt their warmth. Why did she keep seeing Frankie's blue ones?
Maybe she was getting senile in her old age.
She got up from her place on her flowered couch and went to the toilet. She sat on the toilet and smelled the pleasant odors of her cum drift up to her nostrils. She put her hand to her pussy and touched the matted hair. Her fingers trailed down her slit to the gooshy, thick jism that bathed her labia.
She felt sparks of excitement all over her body! Her cum tasted delicious as she put her fingers to her mouth. Her clit was peaked when she tweaked it. Her cunt was soft and velvety.
How long had it been?
She sat on the toilet fingering her twat and she ran her agile fingers across her clit again and again ... it felt so good! She sucked in her breath and felt another soft, easy, rolling orgasm flow out of her tube. She jolted slightly. The cum felt so good she could hardly move in her ecstasy! She licked her fingers and stuck them back into her crotch for more sloshing jism. Her hole spasmed tightly and her clit fluttered rapidly. Her gut contracted as she shot out her warm, soothing fluid.
She moaned softly to herself and imagined another hand massaging her slippery, oozing crack. As much as she tried, it wasn't Ben's hand, it was little Frankie's. She felt deliciously warm all over. Her fingers darted from one lovely, warm spot to another vibrating one.
She had forgotten how wonderful she could feel! All her senses were vibrantly alive as she fingered her clit and hole and smelled her cum and tasted her twat juice and felt her matted snatch and heard the sloshing, squishing sounds in her crotch! She held her hand up in front of her face and saw the trickle of jism. It had a magical sparkle!
God, she needed love!
She'd been in her shell for so long and now she burst forth like all her plants did in the spring. Every buried emotion sprang to life and she discovered she was one very horny lady!
Her body shook in the realization it had been neglected too long! She'd call on Ben that very night and tell him of her problem. He was a good friend and he'd screw her! He'd do anything for her! He'd suck her hot, bubbling cunt!
Oh, she thrilled at the thought of a hot mouth on her clit and vaginal opening and a hot, blazing tongue up her tube! She shivered in delight!
Her round domes pressed tightly against her blouse as she gasped in air. She looked and she saw her rigid nipples push even tighter against her clothing.
She got up off the toilet and pulled up her panties. Then, on second thought, she took them off along with her blouse and bra. She didn't want to suppress this lovely, sexy feeling she had! She was gonna hang onto it as she baked cookies for her neighbor.
She walked naked out to the kitchen feeling the dripping of her juices on her round thighs. Her snatch seemed bristly and her whole body appeared to be wired on high intensity!
She took advantage of every feel. When she took the grease from the cupboard and dug into it, she carefully measured the amount to go into the cookies and then took some on her fingertips and pressed it into her seething, simmering crack. She felt the heat of her furry snatch melt the thick, white lard. She was delighted at the added runny juice in her slit. She carefully licked off her fingers and went back to putting the ingredients into her cookies.
She took the vanilla from the cupboard and pressed the slick bottle to her nipples. She poured a little of the liquid over her rigid rosebuds and pretended it was spit from Ben's mouth coating her titties.
She measured the sugar and dumped it into the bowl. She took a little of the granulated stuff and put it on her nipples. She had white, sparkly tits.
She put the flour into the batter and patted some on her pussy.
She laughed to herself as she thought what a tasty morsel she'd be to somebody with a taste for cookies! The very heat from her body was enough to bake the gunk she'd plastered on herself!
She thrilled at each touch to her own body by her fingers, the creamy lard, the rough granules of sugar and the softness of the flour. Each thing seemed to further stimulate each nerve-ending to ecstatic bliss!
She shoved the sheets of cookies into the hot oven and dashed into the bathroom to shower and get perfumed for when Ben ,would come home. She turned on the warm water and even the sprays from the shower seemed to hit right on her nipples and pussy to excite and please her. She lathered herself and crammed the bar of soap between her legs in her crotch and tried to hold the slippery thing tight with her lips. It kept slipping out and falling to the bottom of the fub.
She laughed as the water sprayed her short, curly hair when she bent to pick it up and cram it in her crack again. The water dripped on her face and her hair was drenched. The sprays hit on her buns when she turned around and around in the shower playing with her bar of slippery soap and enjoying every tingling feeling of being alive!
She stepped from the shower and toweled her body to a rosy pink. She took the rough towel and put it between her legs and pulled from the back to the front and back again. The roughness of the towel massaged her crack. She tingled with joy at her newly found zest for life!
She slipped into a brightly flowered, Hawaiian shift. She skipped the underwear because she liked the feel of the material as it brushed against her nipples with her every movement.
She scurried out to the kitchen just in time to get the baked goodies out of the oven. She hadn't baked cookies for such a long time, not since Frankie spent most of his time with her.
There she went again! Thinking about that little boy! Couldn't she get it through her head it was his father she was after? One thing she would have to do was to control her horniness! She couldn't possibly think of taking out her pent up emotions on a child that couldn't even get a hard-on! What the hell was the matter with her?
She put the cookies on a piece of waxed paper to cool and went to the front window. She thought Ben was due home about now. She planned to call him in and fill his gut with his favorite chocolate chip cookies and tell him what she wanted! A GOOD FUCK! What are friends for if not to help in time of need?
She watched excitedly for his car.
She flipped when she saw Frankie coming up the street on his ten-speed. Her crotch was wet already and the sight of the kid in her dream nearly flooded her out!
She watched Frankie get off his bike and push it up against the front of the house next door. He seemed taller than yesterday. It looked to her like his pants tented. That was impossible! A child with a hard-on? He was almost her baby ... not a man!
He liked cookies, so why not? Besides she wanted to get a better look at the child she had reared.
Even from a distance he looked different today. Maybe it was because she was alive with burning passion today. She had always thought of Frankie as her son ... until she'd had that dream. Now she looked at the young boy through different eyes. It was as if he was a stranger, yet her own.
She went to the door and called the youngster over.
Frankie came running on his long, skinny legs.
The minute she ushered him inside he smelled the cookies. He headed for the kitchen and got himself a glass of milk. She pushed the cookies over in front of the boy.
His pants did tent!
She watched him gobble down the cookies and slurp the milk. It seemed such a short time ago when she always had a snack for him when he came home from school. He'd grown up so fast! She missed him so much. She knew young people have so many places to go and so many things to do along with being with his own dad. It would be unfair of her to make demands on his life. She had done for him for years because she'd loved him.
She stared at the youth in front of her and thought he wasn't getting enough to eat at home. He looked too stretched out and thin. Ben wouldn't get proper meals for himself or Frankie. Frankie still needed her to mother him. She noticed he was getting much taller. She watched him chew his cookies and loved the tender softness of his mouth and jaws. He was still her darling, little boy. Only now that she didn't see him so much, she devoured his every movement.
Frankie cleared his throat.
"You all right?" she asked.
He nodded and went on chewing. His hand shook a little as he took his glass of milk.
"You've got whiskers," Jane said laughing at the child.
Frankie licked his lips to get the thick milk.
Jane's crotch throbbed at the sight of his licking tongue. She noticed that the child twitched and kept changing his position at the table. One leg over the other and back again.
She thought he acted rather nervous but that was silly. He was practically her own child. Why should he be upset?
"How's come you look at me that way?" he stammered between bites. "What way?"
"I don't know ... just the way you look at me. "I didn't realize I was looking at you ANY special way," she said.
Was it that obvious? Was she making the child nervous just watching him chew and lick? She wasn't doing too well concealing her thoughts. She didn't have any thoughts for this boy. She was horny for his father! Or was she? The dream had been about Frankie! Her crotch had flipped when she saw Frankie! She was watching Frankie like a hawk! She was making him nervous I When she thought of fucking, it was his soft, smooth face hovering over her ... not his dad's.
She thought she had pushed wicked, lustful thoughts about Frankie from her mind. She was gonna screw his dad, not him!
Frankie stood up quickly and headed for the door. "I gotta go. Thanks for the cookies."
"Frankie!"
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
Jane walked to the lad and put her arm around him and they walked together to the living room. Why was her crotch leaking so? She knew but she wouldn't admit such a thought even to herself even though she knew she wanted to rape this young boy! That was a terrible thought!
"What's the matter, honey? We used to be so close and now you hardly ever come over to see me?" She pressed her boob against the lad's rib cage. He was much taller!
He shrugged his lean shoulders.
She faced the boy. "You know I love you like my own son. I guess it's hard for me to realize that you're almost a man."
"Yeah, I guess so," he stammered. He rocked from one leg to the other.
"Don't you like it over here any more? You used to when you were little."
He blushed. "Yeah, I like it over here." Jane put both of her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in his clear blue eyes. She shook because this was so like her dream! Quickly she dropped her hands. She wasn't talking to her little boy anymore. This lad was a man much taller than herself and he seemed so different. So grown up ... or was that just because of his size? He was still only fourteen.
She didn't have anything to say to him. She just looked at him longingly. She adored him.
She couldn't say what she wanted to say to the boy ... what her crotch said to her! She knew no matter what, she wanted this lad, not his father! That was impossible and ridiculous. Not only that it was immoral, nasty, vulgar and stupid!
"Before you go home, give mama a kiss," she said.
For years the little boy had kissed her hello and good-bye. Now it was a physical strain. He gave her a peck on the forehead and trod softly in his tennis shoes to the front door.
She said nothing as she watched him open the door. Her heart pounded and her jutting breasts heaved.
Frankie turned to wave and she asked him if he wanted to take some cookies home with him or should she bring them over for his dad later on?
Frankie said he'd take them over to his dad. He followed her back to the kitchen. He stood with his hands in his hip pockets as Jane busied herself putting cookies on a plate.
She brushed past his tented pants reaching for the plate. She rubbed against his hard hip with her ass as she chose cookies first from this side of the waxed paper and then from the far corner.
Frankie stepped back out of the way. His face flushed red when she brushed her ass on his young, lean body. He felt the sweat under his arms drench his white T-shirt.
Jane finally had the cookies she wanted on the plate and turned to face the lad and bumped her jutting, warm titties against his slim chest.
"Oops," she said and laughed.
Frankie backed off.
A cookie slipped off the plate and both of them bent to try and catch it at the same time. Frankie saw that she didn't have a bra on as she bent and the low shift bowed out. He looked away quickly so she wouldn't catch him looking at her round breasts. He flushed.
Jane didn't miss a thing. She saw the boy's reaction!
She let him pick up the cookie that hit the floor and walked closer to him so that when he got up his shoulder rubbed up her naked leg and caught under her shift hemline.
He looked up at her with timid eyes and he was red as a beat!
The poor child was embarrassed at touching her on the leg. He must be adult enough to know a leg led to a thigh and a thigh led to a twat!
She smiled a him and bent to loosen her hemline from his shoulder and saw him take a quick look down her neckline. She knew he was ripe. Now if she could just be the one to pluck his cherry!
Frankie lost his balance and splatted on his butt in the middle of the kitchen floor. His body quivered with embarrassment as he got to his feet in a hurry.
She gave him the plate of cookies and pressed her body against his to kiss him good-bye one more time. She knew he felt her warm breasts since the shift material was thin. Her body had to radiate her passionate heat to him. For one added wicked action, she pressed her pussy against his pelvis and was thrilled to feel this child did have a hard-on! How wonderful! He could do it! Her sort-or-boy-child could fuck!
She felt for the lad's timidness as he awkwardly headed for the door, tripping over his own feet. Such a sweet child! She didn't want to attack him and scare him away from her, but, God, how she wanted his prick! She knew he'd be better at fucking than in her dream!
She'd be able to feel him better and know she was awake and really getting screwed. Her dream had been wonderful, but this kid in the flesh would be better yet! She could hardly wait ... but she was gonna have to. She was so uptight and embarrassed and red in the face! He'd absolutely have an ass attack if she touched the front of his tented pants!
She watched, with dripping juice trickling down her inner thighs, as her baby ran quickly home. She felt like a vulture watching her prey ... just wainting for the right time!
CHAPTER THREE
Her time came sooner than she thought!
She was still standing in the living room by the window when Ben drove up to his house. She watched as he helped a blonde out of his red sports car. Jane couldn't figure who in the hell she was. Looked like some sort of tramp he might pick up on the streets to bust for soliciting. He was working vice now and he did meet quite a few sordid characters. Maybe this was one of them! She didn't look like she could do anything Jane couldn't do, only Jane didn't do it and hadn't for years.
What Ben saw in this blond floozy Jane couldn't see. Oh, she could see it, the full breasts poking out over the tight, short, mini skirt and the full, well-rounded legs hanging out the bottom. God, she had a small waistline! And all that long, blond, straggly hair! Surely Ben could do better than her! For God's sake, she looked like she'd just crawled out of one bed and planned on crawling into his. Jane saw every facial detail fully due to the heavy layers of makeup and the dark eye shadow and long, thick lashes. Maybe she didn't just crawl out of bed. It would take hours to get that much makeup on. Where'n the hell did a nice lookin' guy like Ben get such a frizzled looking chick?
It was none of Jane's business, but she was concerned about Frankie's welfare. What would an innocent child like him think of the blonde that clung to Ben's are as they entered the house?
She wasn't Ben's type! Jane remembered his dead wife and how sweet Mary was. This chick didn't have a sweet look about her at all! What was Ben thinking about?
Well, this ruined Jane's plans to go trotting over in her flowered shift complete with a homey apron and ask if he liked his cookies.
So much for asking her friend for a screw tonight ... and probably every night! She wasn't gonna play second fiddle to the jail's overflow of hookers.
Jane felt ashamed of her thoughts. Ben wouldn't bring a hooker home! He had better sense than that! He'd be a good vice cop and bust her. She'd known him too long to ever think he'd pick a tramp! Just the same, no cock that fucked her hole was ever gonna fuck Jane's! That was dumb, too. How did Jane know Ben would screw some dirty, smelly tube that that fat-assed lady had? He'd be more careful than to risk VD, wouldn't he?
Jane thought her mind was in the gutter due to her newly found sexual desires. Maybe the lady was from the PTA. Or a music teacher for Frankie and his new guitar.
Jane walked away from the window and mumbled to herself that the blonde looked like a street walker and no street walker was gonna use Ben's prick and then leave it for Jane! No way!
Even if Ben wasn't particularly careful of what he balled, Jane was. She wanted a fresh, young, clean dick ... like Frankie's. There she went again thinking about that young boy. She was gonna have to stop that or she really would go through with her intentions of screwing that child. It was a marvelous idea, but nasty, perverted, and wicked! She loved it!
Jane decided to lay on the couch and watch a little television before she got herself something to eat for dinner. Her plans were shot for seducing Ben tonight. She might as well content herself with something else.
She fell asleep during the boring movie on television. She didn't care for the boob tube that much anyway. She slept restlessly on the couch. She'd wake up and the dumb movie was still on so she tried to doze again. One thing she knew, television was better later in the evening. She'd eat then while she watched something like "The Rookies" or whatever detective program was on. She didn't pay that much attention to the scheduling of programs. She did always watch the cops and robbers when she remembered. She loved them because Ben was a cop and a good friend. She couldn't think of him being anything but noble, conscientious, and honorable.
Where, then, did he get that damned floozy?
She was depressed about her plans to fuck the noble cop so she closed her eyes tight and tried to sleep through the rest of the stupid movie.
She rested her hands on her boobs. Such a waste! To have to touch her own titties was a genuine waste when there had to be somebody out there in that horny world to touch them for her. Somebody older than fourteen and not a cop with a dumb broad in his house.
Maybe the vice scene had got to Ben? She'd seen it happen on her television set. She just knew he'd never let a hooker get away from being busted so he could take it out in trade! Not her good, good friend!
He was a man with a sex drive, wasn't he? If the tables were turned and she was a vice cop and some pimp with a bulge in his pants that matched her fat ass and boobs ... would Jane bring the dude home? Might be tempting but definitely out of character for her. She couldn't imagine herself in such a situation. She was a frumpy housewife and had never even seen a pimp with a bulge, much less a whore. Then how could she think old Blondie over there was anything but a nice lady?
Jane turned over on the couch and tried to force sleep upon herself. She couldn't, so she just tossed and turned until she heard a knock on her front door.
She was so lonely she'd even welcome a salesman at this point. She went to the door and opened it and there stood Frankie!
Her heart jumped frantically!
She ushered the boy in. She was so happy to see him! He'd come back for awhile.
She watched him slump on the couch and stretch out his long skinny legs. He wasn't smiling as he rested his soft, smooth face on his hand. He propped up his head on his elbow-bent arm.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. She went to sit beside him.
"Oh, nuthin'," he said, mumbling.
"Have you eaten dinner?"
He shook his head.
Jane went to the kitchen and urged the slim boy to come out with her. She rummaged through the fridge to see what she could come up with. She wanted to please the child since he ate with her so seldom. She set to work brewing a pot of spaghetti sauce with peppers and mushrooms. She knew he loved that and garlic bread.
She jabbered to the boy how glad she was he'd stay to dinner with her. She hated to cook for just herself. It was very dull and boring to live alone. She missed him so much since he stayed home so much.
She opened a coke for him and set it on the table as she bustled around the warm kitchen. Momentarily she forgot her horniness. She was so thankful she had her Frankie for awhile. She detested being alone. The evenings were so long and in general her life dragged by instead of being full. Maybe he'd stay for a while after dinner and visit. Then she wouldn't have to drag through another tiresome evening of watching television alone and going to bed alone and getting up to the big, empty house. She lived in a huge casket all by herself.
It was different now. She had her lovely baby with her and once more the music banged from the stereo and delicious aromas filled the house. The lights were on throughout the big house and life was in it!
Jane beamed as she cooked for her baby. She babbled on and on to Frankie as he sipped his coke.
Frankie told her his dad had brought home a girl friend.
Jane nodded. She had seen. Why didn't Frankie stay over there and talk to her and his dad? Maybe his dad was lonely. Lord knew, Jane knew how that was. Maybe his dad was thinking of getting married. Jane hadn't noticed that Ben brought women home before.
Frankie agreed that his dad hadn't brought anybody home before. He hoped to God this wasn't the one he was gonna marry ... if he was gonna marry at all! Frankie thought that if his dad married anybody it ought to be Jane. She was his mother! Jane was all he could remember as having for a mother and if he had his choice, she'd move in with his dad and him!
Jane was flattered and warmed by the boy's words. She hugged him to her full boobs.
Frankie took a peep down her neck to observe her rounded domes capped with rosebuds.
Jane asked Frankie what he didn't like about the "lady" his dad had brought home.
He shrugged his slender shoulders. She just wasn't like a "mom" should be. He couldn't think of her as anything but a friend of his dad's. They were all gonna eat over there and this lady, her name was Marge, didn't know how to cook so his dad sent out for chicken. If the two of them could ever quit drinking booze, maybe they'd eat. Frankie didn't know. The two of them just looked at each other and clinked glasses and drank. They looked at each other funny. Like in some smoochie, gushy movie. They didn't talk to him at all. He bet they didn't even notice he was gone!
Jane smiled knowing that they were well aware that he was gone. She wondered how long it would take them to hit the floor or the bed?
She assured Frankie that he was important to her and that she noticed when he was with her and when he was at home. She said his dad did, too. Ben loved his son, she said, said.
Jane knew what it felt like not to have one living soul care about you, where you went or if you went. Loneliness was carved across her heart in great big letters! She didn't want this nice boy to feel what she'd felt for so long. She'd felt it even more since Frankie had tried to get closer to his dad. Maybe now, they never would get close if Ben was gonna bring girls (?) home along with his work and sleep ... what time would he have for his son?
She was happy that her morbid life was brightened by the boy, but she didn't want him to feel alone. There was no worse feeling!
She assured Frankie that, even though his dad was drinking with Marge, his dad wouldn't get bombed out of his head. Ben could hold his booze, especially since he'd started on this vice business. He knew what he was doing. He always could drink, and now that he was getting practice almost every night, she imagined he could hold it better than ever! Ben was no fool and he did love his son.
That's what she told Frankie. In her mind she knew she was gonna have a talk with Ben the first chance she got. The idea of him ignoring his wonderful son for some hussy! It was disgusting!
She stirred the sauce and started to cook the noodles. She set the table for two and put a candle in the middle. She said it was a special candle for special occasions and this was one!
Frankie squirmed uncomfortably. He felt guilty that he hadn't come over to Jane's more often. He knew she was lonely and it made him feel guilty that he'd ignored the lady he knew as his mom.
She had a way of making him think that when he didn't show up regularly he didn't love her ... and he did! She probably meant more to him than his dad! Jane was the one that had fixed all his hurts and helped him with his homework and gone to all his ball games. His dad didn't have the time. Oh, yes, he loved Jane very much.
The young boy told Jane that his dad and Marge were going out, maybe, if they didn't get bombed. Otherwise they were gonna stay home and listen to the stereo. He didn't wanna go home just in case they stayed home. He wanted to stay with her just like when he was little. He still couldn't see why his dad and Jane didn't get married and then they'd be a family, especially if his dad was gonna start bringin' women like HER home!
Jane dished up his spaghetti and topped it with the thick sauce and big clumps of hamburger. She cut the garlic bread and sat across the table from the boy.
She lighted the candle and it was special! As it burned it dripped different colors of wax down over the wine bottle she had put it in. The candle light made their dinner more like a celebration and Jane glowed inside as well as outside.
Her low scooped shift rubbed across her nipples as she reached for the pepper and salt. She felt the thrill of her nipple stimulation react in her crotch. Or was it that she had Frankie with her and the candle light and the whole romantic bit? That was stupid! He was a child! What would he know about candle light and romance? He was a lonely child that needed her love AS A MOTHER!
She had to smile to herself as she though about MOTHERFUCKERS! She'd love to love him like that! MOTHERFUCKERS AND COCKSUCKERS! How delicious!
Also, how dumb! Still her crotch wouldn't behave. Her clit tingled and her tubed spasmed for no reason. She felt drippy wet and squishy. She was horny!
She fought the feeling partly because it wasn't right and then because his dad was a vice cop. It was alright for him to fuck a slut at his house but he'd blow a fuse if she fucked his son! What was the difference?
That blonde chick was years younger than Ben and that was alright. For her to screw around with a young boy was all wrong. It wasn't fair! If Frankie had the equipment and would use it, why not? He could ball some girl at school and never get into any trouble but to mess around with someone her age was a no-no. A cunt's age made it right or wrong?
It was wrong to even be thinking such thoughts. Even if she was so lonely and horny she could just die and Frankie was, too. The two of them weren't right for each other ... even for one night. And tonight would be perfect! They both needed somebody to hold and reassure them.
Oh, well, back to the spaghetti. It was delicious! The way Frankie wound his tongue around some of the loose, stringy noodles was fantastic. She imagined what a talented tongue like that could do for her hot box. She sizzled.
Frankie watched the candle drip ... drip ... drip, and wondered if his dad would marry that woman he had over there? He felt pretty bad about that idea. If he had anybody for a mother it should be Jane! She had snuggled him time and time again against those full tits of hers.
He moved uneasily as he looked at her full, jutting boobs pressing against her printed shift. He was sure he saw her nipples. He blushed in the candle light at his own thoughts. He hoped she didn't see his red face. Being the motherly type she was, she'd wonder what was wrong with him and he'd hate to tell her ... he couldn't!
After dinner Jane piled up the dishes. She wasn't gonna waste good time washing them when she had somebody to talk to. The dishes could wait.
She told Frankie that if he wanted to take a shower before the movie on television to go right ahead ... or if he wanted, wait. Whatever he wanted to do was fine. They could have pop corn later or she still had some cookies and milk. She also had ice cream and some chocolate cake. Whatever the boy wanted was fine. After all, he knew where everything was and to act like it used to be when he was a little boy.
She showed him the room he slept in before. She still had it the way he'd wanted it. The red, white, and blue bedspread on the single bed. All his childhood toys that she and Jim had bought for him, his little school desk in the corner ... they were all there.
In his younger years Frankie had had two complete setups, one at home and one at her house. When he'd spent more and more time at home with his dad, she'd just left the room the way it'd been. She still had her bedroom and another to spare. She wanted to keep his room the same ' forever. Even if he wasn't her own son, it was as thought he was.
She looked at young Frankie and watched him try out his bed. A tear came to her brown eyes as she remembered the times she'd tucked him into bed and listened to his prayers ... to take care of mommy in heaven, and daddy and Aunt Jane and Uncle Jim. Then when Jim had died, the prayer changed to both mommy and Uncle Jim in heaven. He must have said a private prayer after she'd left the room for his daddy to marry aunt Jane since that was his obsession now. She smiled.
To think she could think anything but nice thoughts about this kid made her sick. How could she possibly want to fuck him? His crotch did pooch out as he laid on the bed. It was only because she was so lonely that she'd think of messin' around with this child.
All she had to do was use control tonight, and tomorrow she could go look for stud service. She wasn't gonna be the wicked troll that dragged young boys into her bedroom and fucked them. And his dad was busy, so that let that little possibility out. Shit!
Frankie looked up at Jane and smiled a contented grin. This was his home, too. He was loved and wanted even if his dad was busy tonight with that lady. He noticed from the angle he hung over the end of the bed that he could see up past Jane's knees to her thighs. He could almost see her snatch! He better move or she'd catch him lookin'.
He sat up on the bottom of the bed and picked up his old football that was on the counter. He tossed it nervously in the air. His face was flushed either from hanging his head over the end of the bed or what he saw.
Jane sat in his little, wooden rocker and watched the youngster toss the football. If her child had lived he'd be just slightly younger than Frankie. How wonderful to have a son like this child! She wouldn't be alone in the big house she'd thought of filling with laughing, bubbling kids. Her life hadn't worked out the way she had planned at all. Her baby had died and so had her husband. She thought maybe someplace in the back of her mind she'd thought of marrying Ben and being a family to rear Frankie. That hadn't worked out, either. Of course she hadn't done anything to promote an affair or stimulate Ben into thinking of her as anything except a good friend.
She looked down at her body and sighed.
Frankie asked what was the matter.
She explained to the child that she could in no way compete with that floozie over at his house. What did she have to offer? She was too fat and had short, brown hair and didn't wear the makeup. She wore a dumb shift with an apron over it ... and the apron wasn't even seductive! If Frankie thought she and his dad ought to get married so the three of them could live happily ever after, she'd have to make some drastic changes! It would take her forever to get a skinny waistline like that blonde chick had. She hated diets! She loved to cook and thought that was what men liked ... good food, a contented wife, a clean house along with the bedroom privileges.
Jane thought it over. Ben had everything except the bedroom deal. He had paid a woman to clean his house and Jane always sent over hot, steaming dishes of food and the cleaning lady did the washing and ironing. All he needed was a broad and tonight he had one!
Jane was upset about it! She never thought one way or the other about Ben's sex life or her own. She'd been dead in the ass for years; now she was alive and wanted Ben, only he had somebody. What'd he done the years before? He must have been very discrete about his affairs. Now that he brought this dingy blonde home, maybe he had serious plans?
Jane was depressed as she talked to young Frankie.
Frankie was upset because she was. He got off the bed and sat at her feet as she rocked, rocked, rocked in his little chair. He almost cried at having her upset and distraught over his father. He hugged her awkwardly and rested his face on her knees. He said if he had his choice for a mother it would be her and that she was pretty and wasn't THAT fat! So her hair was short and not long and blonde like the lady's next door, so what? Long hair didn't make up for the years Jane had put in taking care of him ... AND HE LOVED HER! His dad ought to, too!
Jane patted his soft, brown hair and told him things didn't always work out the way she thought they should. She had to fight back the tears.
Frankie hugged her knees and said when he got married he'd like his wife just like Jane.
Jane patted the child and her crotch was wet thinking what it'd be like to have a husband like this youngster. He'd love her no matter if she did look plain and frumpy. This boy loved her inner self. She felt the lad's hot breath sear up her mini that hiked up as she sat in his rocking chair. She tingled at the feel of the boy's hot face on her bare knees and his tears dripping down her legs and his hot breath up between her thighs.
She knew Frankie didn't know what he was doing to her in her horny condition. He drove her wild with lust! His long hair felt so silky soft on her legs.
She should move and get this kid away from her legs ... but she didn't want to! She could imagine his startled reaction if she made a pass at him. He was so young and having her do anything that wasn't motherly at this point would not be good for his emotional welfare. No matter what she had dreamed or wanted, she must use control!
The child was left out at home and needed her comforting, not her hot, simmering hole!
She got up and walked out of his bedroom leaving him sitting on the floor. Her frustrations mounted. Every step she took made her round ass swing and set of a chain reaction of the moving material on her titties and pussy. She felt her snatch rub against the printed dress. She should of worn her bra and panties and then she wouldn't feel the rubbing material.
She wanted to be satisfied by Frankie's stiff little whang, to feel loved and held, to have a good fuck! She couldn't rape this child that loved her like a mother. What would he think? What would his dad think? She'd be a horrible woman in the eyes of everybody! A lonely, middle-aged lady who was too round, sleeping with and sucking the cock of a fourteen year old? She ought to be tarred and feathered for her lusty thoughts.
Who knew what she thought? Nobody'd tell Ben. Surely not the boy. What would the boy think?
Frankie followed her out into the living room like a good, little boy and sat beside her on the couch.
They ate popcorn and drank Pepsi just like any mother and son would do. Only both were sad. It wasn't a fun-type evening with her crotch running wet with desire for the boy and the boy wishing the lady over at his house would leave so his dad could marry his dear aunt Jane.
They watched "Rockford Files" and "Police Woman" and Frankie was tired. He didn't wanna go to bed and leave his substitute mother alone. He'd done that too often. Funny how she was always there when he needed her, though.
His head drooped and nodded.
Jane told him to scoot over next to her and she'd hug him and hold him like she had for so many years before.
He scooted over and snuggled to her full boobs like he had before. He felt funny about it because he knew he wasn't a baby any more and he was very much aware of her heaving titties. She was so comfortable and warm and soothing the way she stroked his hair. His eyes closed in absolute comfort. He sure didn't know why his dad didn't want her round domes! She was so soft and loving! He opened his eyes long enough to peek down her low scooped dress and see the bulges of her jutting breasts. He sighed, knowing his dad was stupid! If he was a man, he'd love Jane!
She hugged the boy and felt his hot breath tickle down her neckline to her bare boobs. Her nipples stood erect. Her belly contracted and her sloppy crotch tingled with desire. She held the boy, soothing away all his cares and loneliness. Her heart pounded as she wished his young mouth was just a few inches closer to her nipples. Oh, his hot, young mouth would feel delicious on her rosebuds!
She watched him as he fell asleep in her arms and was torn between the love a mother gives her son and her lustful, gutsy craving to be loved and fucked and held tightly.
She rested her head on the boy's and dozed during the news. Her warm arms encircled the boy's tired, sleeping warm body.
Her body was limp in sleep and she fell back on the couch into a reclining position with the sleeping boy on top of her. Her legs hung to the floor and his were pressed tightly against hers. His face was on her belly just below her jutting boobs..
They slept.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane stirred in her sleep and awoke. She felt the boy's head on her gut and his hand on her hip as he hugged her loosely. He'd curled his feet up on the couch and slept on her pelvis and belly.
The television set was all fuzzy with no picture. She reached up and flipped off the table lamp at her head. Her hand went to the lad's long, flowing hair and she touched his soft, young face. He felt warm, just like he had as a child sleeping in her arms. She hugged the sleeping boy tightly and pushed his hot face to her crotch. She felt his breath sear through her flimsy, flowered dress. In her reclining position, her skirt was hiked up to just below her pussy. His face was so close! If she could just pull her dress up a couple of inches, he'd be breathing hotly into her pubic hair!
She squirmed slightly and got the dress from under her round ass and released her bear hug on the kid's shoulders just enough to tug her dress up in the front. Her curling, thick pussy pooched free. She rocked the young boy back with a hug to where his face was on her snatch.
She felt fevered and squashy just at his hot breath. She moaned. She felt his young, firm had on her hip. God! She wanted to feel his tongue in her slit! She adored this child!
She wanted to fuck him and such his cock and have him bite her titties! She wanted to do anything and everything to this youngster and finally quell her lusty, wicked, desirous passion for his cock! She breathed heavily and rocked her twat up and down, up and down under the lad's warm face.
Frankie twitched in his sleep and she hoped he'd wake up! This was just an accidental position they had both fallen into while asleep. If she couldn't get him to fuck, she wouldn't feel put down. It had simply happened.
The child turned his head, pressing his nose against her curling, hot nest and the slobber in his mouth oozed out and ran seeping into her marshy slit.
GOOD! GOOD! THE NEXT BEST THING TO A TONGUE IN HER SLIT WAS HOT SPIT! Her clit vibrated madly and her tube spasmed and clutched!
She felt the boy suck in a big breath of air and awaken, startled. He picked up his head in a jerk!
His face was out-lined softly by the night light on the television.
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" he said horrified.
"That's all right, honey. I was asleep and didn't notice until a minute ago...."
Frankie looked down smack into her dark mat of hair. He dropped his head and his forehead rested on her belly. "I'm really sorry ... I didn't mean ... really...."
He was embarrassed completely.
Jane sat up and hugged the lad to her jutting breasts.
"Don't be sorry. Your face felt nice on my pussy. It really did. I felt so sorry for myself before we fell asleep, and when I woke up your warm face felt so good I couldn't move. I coulda moved if I didn't like it, you know. I did like it!" She cuddled the shaking lad to her boosom.
"That's terrible! I ... never did ... anything like ... that...." he stammered still quivering in shame.
"It's all right! After all, Frankie, if you wanna mess around, it's all right!" she said shifting the blame to the child.
"No ... I don't wanna ... I mean, I don't ... know how ... I got down ... there...."
"It's fine with me. Really it is."
Frankie sat up and said he had to go to bed or home or someplace. He had to leave.
Jane protested to this. She said if he had the nerve to mess around while she was asleep and get her all horny when she woke up, he certainly shouldn't just trot off. That wasn't fair to her or him!
Frankie said he didn't mean to get her horny.
She asked just what effect he thought he was gonna get sticking his face in her crotch? After all, she was human.
He argued in a stammering voice that he didn't know his face was there. He'd been sleeping. He didn't know how her dress got pulled up across her belly. Honestly he didn't!
She lay there on the couch with her snatch out while she argued with the youngster. She saw that his eyes dropped quick glances to her nest in the dim light. He was looking.
She made no effort to cover up her naked pelvis.
She told the boy she didn't mind that he wanted to hug and kiss her muff, it was just that he shouldn't leave mama so uptight! It wasn't fair to her and she knew he must have a hard-on, so it wasn't fair to him, either.
She reached for the crotch in his pants and felt his stiff whang. Boy, did he have a rigid hunk of meat!
He squirmed, protesting that he didn't have any nasty intentions. He dropped his head to the back of the couch and moaned his argument.
Jane said to fuck was not nasty! It just meant that two people thought a lot of each other and didn't he love her like she loved him? There was nothing dirty or vulgar about it. She understood that young boys sometimes had the desire to screw their mothers, and since she was the closest thing to a mother that he knew, SHE UNDERSTOOD!
The boy had to admit that he'd been ogling her tits and maybe in the back of his mind he had intended to fuck her.
She had succeeded in turning the situation completely around!
She told him that it wasn't nice to get a person all hot and then try and back out of the situation. He should be more honest with her. After all she'd always been honest with him and if he wanted to fuck, and had gone so far as to stick his tongue into her snatch, and get her all turned on, he oughta go ahead and fuck her.
Frankie squirmed and said he didn't know he'd stuck his tongue any place so private. He didn't really wanna fuck, 'cause he'd never done it before. He started to cry at his frustrating situation.
Jane told him to touch her nest and see if he didn't feel his slobber and spit. She said he had nothing to be ashamed of, that a sex drive was completely normal. She did object to being led on and then have him chicken out. After all, it had been years since she had a piece and was highly sensitive to his touch and thought he ought to make it right with her!
She took Frankie's hand and put it on her curly snatch and sure enough, he felt his own slobber. As she pushed his finger down her slit he was amazed at how wet he'd gotten her. He didn't know she'd lubricated herself with her own juices. She sizzled at his touch as she ran his fingers across her clit to her hot, bubbling hole. He felt so damned good! She'd keep talking all night if necessary. He wasn't gonna get away without a fuck and she had to have his prick as soon as possible. She was ready to blow right now. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's hand in her slimy crotch and now to have this young, virgin boy with his fingers poking around. Fantastic!
Frankie marveled at how soft and warm she was down there.
She held his hand in hers and pushed his fingers up her twat and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his two fingers that dug into her soft squishiness.
She laid on the couch with one leg over the side and one leg over the back with the child sitting between. He had a good view of her spread cunt crack.
He moaned when he felt her tube squeeze on his fingers.
"Just imagine how good that'd feel to your young cock...." she said.
She felt frantically passionate at the fell of his long, thin fingers in her hole. She told him if he really wanted to give a girl a thrill, he should use his thumb to tweak her clit. Her clit was that small erection thing that stuck up in front of her crack. She told him that was just about the equivalent of a man's penis and just as sensitive! You touch that little peak and you've got it made with a girl. Not too many girls can say no once a guy touches her love-bud! Just like a guy, with a hard-on, and a girl plays with his cockhead. It's just a plain passion button!
Frankie leaned forward to better see what he was touching and the smell of her crack drifted up to his flared nostrils. He thought the odor was disgusting, but she assured him he'd get to like it.
She directed his hand around her runny crack and in and out of her hole and around her clit. She told him to pump her pussy with his hand because that was almost as good as a fuck!
She felt trickles of sweat drop from his forehead onto her belly. She smiled as she humped her pelvis up to meet his quick, little, darting jabs. She pulled her shift up over her head and threw it on the floor. Her hands caressed her boobs and Frankie watched as he pumped her hole.
She took his other hand and pressed it against her jutting tittie. She let him find his own way around her soft mound of flesh. She tingled when he fingered her nipple. She rotated her pelvis and let the child watch her movements. She quivered and shook with lust and desire. She was gonna shoot off before this kid could even get his dick to her hole.
She urged him to take off his pants and shirt.
He hesitated and squirmed and fevered. He couldn't do that!
She didn't know why not? She'd seen him naked for years. She'd kissed his little, round, fat butt when he was a baby.
He stood up and wiggled his buttons on his Levi's. He fumbled and finally dropped his pants to the floor.
She urged him to smell his fingers and lick them. That's what it was like to suck cunt and she loved it!
He didn't. He couldn't stomach the idea of having all her dripping juices in his mouth.
She smiled. He'd come around. She looked at his virgin organ pressed up rigid against his super flat belly and a tear came to her eyes. She wanted his prick so bad she could taste it! She didn't remember ever fucking a virgin before and she wanted him to have the very best first screw. Should she suck his cock or just let him bang off! Then, too, she wanted his face in her slit tonguing around! That gave her more of a kick than actually fucking. There was so much to teach the young boy she didn't know where to begin! He looked so luscious to her as he stood over her with his knees shaking. His balls were high and soft as she felt for them.
She didn't wanna smash his face in her hot box and turn him against licking slits, but she tingled with desire for his tongue. She'd let him do what he wanted and not force a thing.
He waited on rubbery knees for her to tell him. Poor baby. He was so shy and awkward. If it was up to him, he'd be a virgin forever.
She took his hand and put him between her solid thighs. Her high boobs pressed into his bare chest. She felt the warmth of his body on hers and the piercing hotness of his whang snubbed to her spasming hole! She had to have his virgin, young, innocent cock! Later for the play games. She was ready to blast and he must be, too.
"Come on, baby, push it in!" she whispered hotly in his young ear.
Frankie hesitated and then slowly inched his long, hard dick up her canal. He moaned a sigh of pleasure as he pumped her hole. She felt so hot and good he couldn't believe it! His soaking balls banged and sloshed around her crack.
She had his tender, fresh, virgin cock stuck up in her hole! She was thrilled and her gut contracted to push her hot pussy against his matted, sparse pubic hair. Her tunnel reeked of smelly juices as he pushed and wallowed his punching pecker inside her. She quivered and shook with excitement as the lad worked her seething, bubbling cunt. Her titties were smashed in the sweaty slime of their two bodies. She felt his hands all over her fevered body, on her ass, hips, tits, and shoulders!
She grabbed onto his thin shoulders and clutched the boy tightly to her nakedness. She slid her hands to his slim waist and onto his tight, firm buns. Her legs encircled his ass, and she locked her heels as if he might attempt to get away.
She heard Frankie grunt and moan and smelled his jism as it flooded her wildly spasming land of paradise. He jerked and moaned his first cum with the wildness of an untamed animal. His fingers dug into her back as his blood-gorged peter sank home.
She felt his every young spurt of sperm as he belted it to her! She was so thrilled and her heart pounded so loudly that she could only hear the roar of waves in her head. Her vaginal muscles squeezed every drop of his hot, torrid cum from his penis as she shot off her lovely, wonderful, relaxing orgasm.
Their cum mixed in her tube and oozed out of her hole and down her greasy slit, bathing his rocks on the way to her asshole. She moaned her contentment and let her legs drop from their death grip on the lad's thin butt. Her arms fell to her sides and she closed her thickly lashed eyes in peace.
As his peter withered, the lad slipped it out of her hole and crawled off and onto the floor. He sat beside the couch and hung his head just as his dead prick seemed to hang over his soft balls.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Did you like it?" she asked in a soft tone.
He nodded.
"Well, baby, that's only the beginning! If you liked it, we'll do it again. We'll fuck all night if you wanna. Are you sad because you're not a virgin any more? Is that it?" She stroked his damp hair.
He shrugged his shoulders.
His long, dark hair fell over his face and hid it from her view. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. She cussed herself under her breath for seducing the child. Apparently he wasn't ready for such an experience. How could she have done this to her beloved child? He was just young enough and inexperienced enough to tell somebody about the whole fuckin' incident. She hoped to god he didn't tell his dad! His dad'd have the whole damned vice squad on her butt!
"Come on Frankie, tell mama what's bothering you...."
"I don't know, only we shouldn'ta done it-...."
She argued with the child that they hadn't hurt anybody, only loved each other! She listened to his voice as he said she wasn't his substitute mother anymore, she was his woman. She almost laughed in his face. Just because she fucked the boy was no reason to get so carried away with emotions!
She was still Jane and he was still Frankie. He could still come to her with any problem he had and she'd help him, only now she'd help him with his fuckin' frustrations as well as anything else.
They had a beautiful relationship going for them, if he didn't blow it. They hadn't done anything wrong!
In her mind she could have kicked herself in the ass! She'd taken a baby's cherry and now he was feeling guilty when she was the one that had maneuvered the whole thing. Even if he did like it, maybe he'd never fuck her again due to his feelings. So what if every boy did or didn't fuck his mother? Big deal. She needed his love and he needed hers. Now why all the fuss?
She tilted the boy's young face to hers and looked into his blue, set eyes. She tried to make him understand that the only ones that knew about it was them. It was a private thing between two people who loved each other. No one else should know about it ... especially his father.
She hugged his lithe body to hers and kissed his soft, young face and neck. She adored this child, and now maybe she'd really screwed him up.
He clung to her and sobbed if only she'd been anybody else....
She patted his shoulders and explained that his first sexual encounter would have affected him this same way no matter who it was. He was just uptight.
She told him how good he was at fucking and kissing and loving. She praised his every movement and kissed away his tears, just like when he was a little boy. She finally got him to smile and relax. She rubbed his back as he sat beside her and her fingers traced down to his asscrack.
He shivered at her touch.
She caressed his belly and down through his pubic hair. She touched his young, sticky organ and felt it come alive in her hands. As he trembled, she massaged his soft, velvety balls. Her deft fingers moved from his hot rocks to his stiff penis. She traced a finger up one side of his slender stub and down the other, stopping to finger his sensitive cockhead.
She heard him breath easier as she touched away all his fears and cooed soft words to him about how wonderful he was and that he was still her baby.
Her hand took his and placed it on her snatch. She had told him what to do next before and he remembered as he slipped his fingers into her sloppy, squishy crack. He did well at working her clit and hand pumping her tube.
She gently pushed his head to her belly and down to her matted nest. She felt him swing his pelvis around so he could get his face into her sticky, smelly pussy. His kisses were hot on her body and she pulled his pelvis up over her head.
Once his legs straddled her head, her hands reached for his hard whang and worked it up and down. Her fingers caressed his super soft-skinned balls and her mouth went for his young, sticky cockhead. Her tongue encircled his precious prickhead. She slid her tongue around and around his throbbing cockhead and sucked it into her hot, sloppy mouth. Her tongue whipped around and up and down his rigid flesh as she sucked like a contented baby. She was delighted to feel his pulsating veins with her flicking tongue. He tasted delicious as she licked off the spent cum from his prick. He smelled like he'd been well balled! She pulled his long cock all the way into her mouth until she felt it press against her throat. His young skin was so soft. She nipped tenderly on the child's hard stick and stuck her tongue into his tiny teardrop hole at the tip of his cockhead.
She was very engrossed in her pleasure and nearly flipped when she felt his tongue ease into her sloppy, squashy slit. God damn, his tongue felt hot and good flicking around her clit! She heard the noises of his slobbering mouth at her cuntal mouth. She about freaked out when she felt his young tongue wiggle up inside her dripping, burning hole! Shocks, bolts, crashes of passion pummeled her body. The young boy snarfed up her juices and spit his saliva all over her marshy, puffy slit. His hot tongue pierced her tube and flicked her slit while his hands dug into her asscrack!
She wiggled her pelvis and slithered under his wet mouth craving more and more of his tongue! Shots of lust burst forth from all parts of her naked, sweaty body! She was completely engulfed by the boy's rapidly flicking tongue and she shot off her cum into his gulping mouth. Her hips gyrated and her thighs closed on his head as he kept on and on and on licking, lapping, nipping. His spit and her cum made loud, gushing sounds that thrilled her even more. She couldn't take any more!
She begged the boy to stop but he didn't hear her he was so happily eating her pussy.
She tugged on his whang with her mouth and tasted of his lubricating juices. She nipped his tender cockhead and sucked passionately as she shoved every lovely inch of his young dick into her torrid mouth.
She tasted a drop ... and then a gush of hot, soothing sperm. He splattered her mouth with jism and she gulped as fast as she could to get all of it! How deliriously wonderful! Her baby shot his load into her sucking, licking mouth and she loved it! His balls swacked against her soft face as he humped her mouth. Her chin felt his bristles of hair.
Her hands clutched at his ass crack while she swallowed the last of his jetting jism and licked his wilted prick for more! His whang melted in her mouth and his balls softened against her face.
Frankie took his face from her stinky, cum-filled crack to fully enjoy his own orgasm. He hugged her tightly around the thighs as he laid his fevered head on her matted pussy and shot his jism into her mouth ... to the last drop.
The young boy collapsed on her belly in the sixty-niner position. He was shot! His prick was rubbery. His balls soft.
She laid under the boy gasping for breath and happily feeling his hot breath on her sopped twat.
"YOU ARE GOOD! YOU ARE A NEAT, LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER AND TWAT-TONGUER! GOD, YOU'RE GOOD! MAN, I NEVER HAD SUCH A GOOD TONGUE FUCK BEFORE IN MY WHOLE LIFE!"
Frankie panted and nuzzled into his mother's pussy. He kissed her snatch and laid his head back down to rest.
"YOUR COCK TASTED SO GOOD! YOUR CUM IS DELICIOUS! I LOVE THE WAY YOU TONGUED MY HOLE! GOD, YOU'RE ONE FINE KID! A WONDERFUL FUCKER! I LOVED IT!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane licked the sparkly cum off the fourteen-year-old boy's face and led him into her bedroom for the night. She intended to have his cock for breakfast the next morning!
Frankie slipped between her flowered sheets and fell asleep like a baby. Why shouldn't he? He was one.
Jane laid beside him and put her hand on his sex organ and flicked her fingers through his sparsely -haired pubic area.
Sleep wouldn't come to her!
She was completely relaxed and well fucked, but GUILTY! She had successfully seduced the boy she had seen born and had raised. He was like her own son! Here she was in bed with him! She'd fucked him and sucked his boyish cock and tasted of his young jism. She'd taken his cherry!
What if he told his dad? He'd brag to somebody about the fuckin'. What if he told some of his buddies and they told Ben? Her ass'd be mud! She knew she had done wrong in fuckin' the kid! But she was sooo lonely that she didn't know what to do! She had to have somebody to love and kiss and screw. But did it have to be Frankie? Why hadn't she gone to a bar and picked up some horny guy?
Why did she have to take her horniness out on a fourteen-year-old?
She was not only dumb and stupid, she was wicked and nasty and vile! How could she have been so horny that she couldn't control herself? She felt so ashamed?
Tears came to her eyes. Why had God made her with a sex desire and then taken away her husband and the results of her sex ... her baby? The world wasn't fair to her at all. She hadn't been fair to Frankie that night. She'd made him think the fuckin' was all his idea when in reality, she'd seduced him ... quite deliberately. How could she have done it? How could she lie beside the child now? How could she enjoy playing with his hair and penis? What was the matter with her?
The only excuse she had was that she was lonely and sexually starved.
She knew she should have seduced somebody else ... anybody else! This kid was a minor and she could really get hung for raping a child. She didn't think of herself as a child molester but that's exactly what she was! She'd tried not to be. If Ben hadn't brought that blonde floozy home with him tonight, she'd planned on asking him for a fuck. He'd of understood what she needed and give it to her! This he wouldn't understand at all. His good friend fucking his son? Maybe he wouldn't believe it if he did hear it. She wasn't that type a person. She was a motherly type who had been denied her right to be a mother and wife. She'd been blasted out of everything that she should have had.
So she took what didn't belong to her ... Frankie!
She tossed and turned in bed wondering what the punishment for fuckin' a kid was? She tried to push that thought out of her head. She didn't wanna ruin a perfectly good night with thoughts of her going to the slammer for having a good time with Frankie.
She tried to convince herself that he wouldn't tell. It was hard to do because little boys always talk. She just knew it'd get back to Ben and he'd bust her!
That sure in hell would ruin her chances with him. She'd shot her chances with Ben when she fucked his kid anyway. She didn't really give a damn about Ben except that he'd always been a good friend and maybe they could a got married and lived a normal life. Now all that was down the tube. How could she ever live a normal life with the father when she'd screwed the hell outta the son?
She sure had no life with the son, either! She'd blown it all the way around.
She cried as she turned away from the sleeping child in her bed. She had no future with him and she'd lost out with his dad. He'd be sure to tell his dad if she and his dad ever did decide to marry, and in reality, there was little chance of it anyway!
She turned back to Frankie and hugged the child. She'd think about tonight. Tonight she wasn't alone! Tonight she'd had a ball! Right now she hugged a dear child to her breast and loved him! Tonight was all that counted.
She listened to Frankie breathe his contented tempo. She put her finger to his brow and traced along with tender love and affection. She felt the smoothness of his young face, the softness of his lips. She stroked his long hair as it flared out over her pillow. His thin, naked chest was warm to her touch. It was bare of hair, so smooth was his skin. His penis lay at peace over his balls surrounded by small, sparse patches of hair. Her hand went back to his hip and she snuggled close to his warm body and smelled the sweet fragrance of his warmness.
She absolutely adored this child she had brought up for most of his life. No matter what happened, tonight was worth it! To feel his prick in her hole, the prick she'd seen when he was a baby, was delicious. There couldn't be anything wrong with gobbling up that penis that she'd watched grow all these years. There was nothing about this child that was anything but lovely!
Of course the rest of the world would think differently if they knew. They couldn't know of the love she had for this boy that might have been her own. All right! She did know it was wrong to fuck him! But she also knew she loved him so very much!
The rest of the night she slept peacefully, and if she did wake, she reached to feel the warmness of Frankie next to her. She smiled and returned to a pleasurable sleep. She wasn't alone. She touched the child.
When she woke in the morning, the sun was pouring into her bedroom and her first thought was how beautiful! How beautiful was everything! The sunshine, life! She reached for Frankie and felt nothing. He was gone!
She turned over to stare at the empty bed. What had happened? She'd planned on touching and loving him this morning and now he was gone! No fuckin' this morning! How absolutely horrible!
Maybe he was out in the kitchen. She dashed naked from her bed and searched the house. Frankie was gone!
She sat on the cold, plastic chair in the kitchen and looked out of the window. The sun had faded and rain clouds appeared. She shivered at the cold look outside. Inside she was cold and alone again.
She got up and plugged in the coffee pot and wandered aimlessly to her bedroom and put on a rosy robe. She belted it tightly around her waist and pulled it up around her neck to cover her cold, jutting boobs. She was still cold and the sunshine had not only left the sky, it had left her heart.
She knew he was too good to be true and last. She prayed she hadn't run him off for good. She went back to the kitchen to mope over a cup of hot coffee. That didn't warm the empty cold she felt deep inside.
She wandered into the living room with her cup of coffee and gazed at the house next door. Nobody was around. Ben must a gone to work already and heaven only knew where Frankie was. His bike was gone.
All day there was no sign of life at the house next door. She spent half of her time looking out her front window and saw nothing.
Just as it was getting dark, Frankie rode his bike up and parked it in front of his house and went inside without a look towards her place.
Her heart sank.
Ben didn't come home that night at all. She sat by the window and watched for him or Frankie or something! Frankie didn't call or come over. Nothing!
Jane sat by the window quite late and finally went to bed and cried. Only last night she'd had her sweet child by her side in this bed. Now it was more lonely than ever in the big, queen-sized bed. She tossed and turned on the flowered sheets. She felt the side of the bed where Frankie had slept the night before and the sheet was startlingly cold.
She laid there staring at the ceiling that was covered with shadows of the branches of trees illumened by the street light. The branches danced across her ceiling as the street light swung in the wind and the rain poured down. A big bolt of lightning scratched across the sky followed by a crash of thunder.
She knew Frankie didn't like electrical storms. Yet he was over there at his house alone.
Jane got up and padded to the living room dragging a blanket and her pillow to the couch. She snuggled on the couch on her side and hugged the back of the couch. It seemed to comfort her ... like she was hugging a very big person and wasn't sleeping alone. She propped her belly and legs close to the back of the couch as if curling up to somebody ... anybody. She didn't feel lost in a big bed alone while she hugged the lifeless back of the couch. When she closed her eyes, she'd imagine she was cuddling up to somebody. The tears squished out of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
The lightning jolted the sky and the thunder rumbled and crashed through the night.
The next day was Sunday. She saw nothing next door.
What seemed like an eternity of lonely days passed with no contact with either Frankie nor Ben. Jane rambled around the house. She didn't go out at all. She skipped all her club meetings and tutoring at school.
She was in mourning for herself and the dead feeling that had engulfed her. One more time she was depressed and alone. She had just about given up on ever being anything but alone when one evening just at dusk the doorbell rang.
She answered Ben's ring.
He was in a hurry as usual. She looked over his shoulder to his car and saw a woman in the car. It wasn't the floozy blonde, this one had henna red hair, really a brassy, blazen, gaudy color. She didn't ask anything but did wonder where on earth he was digging up his choice of company.
He asked her if she was going to open house at the junior high with Frankie tonight. He said Frankie didn't wanna ask her because she had already done so much for him, and he thought his dad'd be home. Ben had to go someplace and he wondered if Jane'd go to school like she always did.
Jane assured him that she would.
Ben smiled his devilish little grin and said he had to leave and he knew Frankie was in good hands with her. He dashed out to his car and the cheap-looking redhead.
Jane thought he was carrying his love life a little too far! He was neglecting his own son for really dippy-looking dogs. She was very disgusted with Ben! She never got a chance to talk to him about his son. She'd have to catch him sooner or later and give him explicit hell!
She went and took a good shower and her heart was lifted. She was gonna see Frankie tonight! She sudsed herself thoroughly and let the spray wash all the lather away. She got from the shower and dried herself and dashed to her closet. She wanted to look real nice to meet Frankie's teachers tonight. She wanted the boy to be proud of her.
She wondered why Frankie hadn't asked her to go to school with him? Maybe he was too busy or upset at his father.
She chose a soft green pants suit and pulled it on over her white bra and panties. She was sorry she hadn't had time to get her hair done for this occasion.
She brushed her short hair until it shimmered in the light and still wasn't happy with it. It was too flat. She put on one of her brown wigs that had been styled only the week before. It was a puffy, short shag and looked much better than her own hair.
She clipped on gold earrings and hung a long, gold chain around her neck and slipped into her flat, green shoes that just matched her pants suit.
She looked in the mirror and was pleased except for the lines that crinkled from the corners of her eyes. She was getting terribly old-looking. She was glad she didn't look as old as she felt.
She dashed out to the kitchen to see what she had on hand for a snack for the youngster after the meeting at school. She should a gone to the store instead of moping around the house for those depressed days! She didn't have a thing that Frankie liked. And all those years she had had goodies in the house for the youngster!
She'd surprise him and take him out for a hamburger or something after Open House at the school. He'd like that.
She heard his knock at the front door and ran to open the door.
He stood there with his head hung down staring at his shoes.
She invited him inside.
He came in and fidgeted by the door. His hands were in his pockets and his jacket hung on his thin shoulders. He looked like a little lost boy in clothes that were too big. He didn't look at her.
She asked him what was wrong and he shrugged his shoulders. She knew this wasn't his rightful way of being, so she insisted he tell her what was bothering him!
He took his hands out of his pockets and squirmed from one foot to the other. He said he just couldn't look her in the face after the other night. He blushed bright red.
She asked him why?
He said he'd started the whole fucking incident and had done wrong by her after she'd been so good to him all his life. It was all his fault and he felt really bad about disgracing her.
He hung his hands helplessly at his sides. His head drooped and his long hair hung. He waited for her to give him the devil. He felt he deserved it. He had been so bad!
She went to the dear boy and hugged him tightly. She caressed his long hair and told him it wasn't all his fault! It takes two and she hadn't used the proper discretion. It was not all his fault! She loved him so much and it hurt her to have him feel bad and not come over to see her. She missed him terribly!
He raised his head slightly and forced a little smile because he didn't want to hurt her any more than he'd ahead caused her. He said he wanted to come over ... but couldn't. He felt so nasty!
She said they'd better get going to school and forget the whole thing! She loved him and always would. Nothing he ever did could be wrong and he should feel the same way.
They went out to her car and got in. She drove to the school and parked the car. Like an obedient mother, she followed Frankie from one room to the other, meeting his teachers and observing their plans for the coming trimester.
She watched Frankie, and he seemed to snap out of his guilt feelings. She felt badly that he thought he was to blame, but she didn't correct it. If he thought he had started their fucking, then he was in her power more or less. She was the wronged woman and not the nasty, wicked, lustful, middle-aged woman that she knew she was. And if she wanted to ball the child again, he would remember that it was all his fault! He'd started it. He couldn't very well tell his dad that he'd raped her. If he did, she wouldn't go to the slammer!
It was best if Frankie did feel guilty ... but not so guilty that he couldn't get it up again for her!
by the time Open House was over Frankie was laughing with his friends as he stood by her side. That's what she wanted, a happy child. He'd make a better lover for tonight!
They left the school arm in arm and the boy thanked her again and again for going with him. He really felt obliged to her after what he'd done. To think she still loved him and was still his mother!
She smiled at the boy and drove them to the local hamburger restaurant.
She watched the boy consume a huge hamburger and french fries and a Pepsi. She munched on some french fries and drank coffee. She was gonna have to spark up her appearance some. She was gonna lose weight and remember to get her hair done every week. She felt pretty good about her looks when she had her hair done and her wig had been a life saver. There was nothing she could do about the wrinkles that were around her eyes except say they were laugh lines ... only she didn't laugh that much! She did want to look keen and not frumpy.
She asked Frankie who the woman was that was with his dad and he didn't know. He only knew that his dad was bringing home women or not coming home at all. He didn't like it. He still wanted Jane for a mother.
She told him she never could be after the other night and Frankie sunk into a depressed state again. He had ruined her life! He wanted her for his mother and now she would never even consider marrying his dad.
She said she didn't think his dad had marriage on his mind, anyway. So young Frankie shouldn't feel badly about it. So what if she had to spend the rest of her life alone....
That did it! Frankie really felt he owed her a lot because he had cost her so much.
She smiled to herself. She had her dear, sweet fucker right where she wanted him!
On the way home they chatted about school and his subjects and the fact his dad probably wouldn't be home again tonight. If it wasn't for Jane, poor Frankie would be living alone. She had him feeling so lonely by the time they got to their little cul de sac that it was no problem to get him to come into her house: He all but begged her to take him in. He didn't wanna be alone again tonight.
She said he knew what might happen....
He nodded and said he'd try to behave himself.
That was bad news. She'd maneuvered everything else so she'd work the youngster to where he couldn't behave himself. Her crack was dripping with desire for her young lover and to have him crawl off into his own bedroom would really be the shits!
She said if he did come in and decide to screw around he must promise not to avoid her for days and days and make her feel bad. She loved him so much she COULDN'T STAND FOR HIM TO AVOID HER! Was he sure he understood?
He followed her into the dark house right on her heels. She clicked on lights all over the house and told him to crank up the stereo and they'd have some music. She shuddered at the kind of music he'd put on her stereo.
She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and returned to the living room and plopped down on the flowered couch.
She looked at Frankie and licked her lips at the taste of the wine. She told him there was a Pepsi for him in the fridge if he wanted it. She sipped on her wine.
Frankie asked if he could taste it?
She hesitated. She said she'd be contributing if she let him drink at her house and his dad'd get mad. She said she didn't think he was old enough to handle wine.
Frankie insisted that he was old in many ways, and that all he wanted was a little to see if he liked it. His dad drank, and Frankie wanted to know what it was like.
Jane said a flat no! She knew that when she said no, Frankie would insist. Always the prohibited was the desirable. She was absolute in her refusal to let him drink and said that the only reason she had wine was because she'd been so upset lately. She didn't know why. She'd just been so uneasy. His presence seemed to have a calming effect on her. Why had he stayed away? To punish her?
She worked her words so that poor Frankie thought he was lower than a snake. She didn't say that he was, but by her implications he felt so. She sipped on the wine.
"Oh, go ahead and have some wine if you insist. You think you're old enough for it. Let's see if you can handle it. I don't think you can."
She smiled as the child went out to the kitchen to prove her wrong.
How many glasses of wine would bomb him? She didn't want him completely out ... just not uptight. How wonderful! She'd had him force her to give him some wine and then he'd get out of hand one more time and she'd have a fuckin' ball!
How nasty she was. She loved it! Just to think she'd have her beloved Frankie in bed with her again tonight made her hot box squeeze! She sat in her simmering juices and sipped her wine.
Frankie trotted back into the living room with his glass full of wine, and when Jane told him to sip it, he gulped it. He wasn't a bad kid, but he was typical of the younger generation. He'd prove he was a man and could handle himself in any situation. He could drink. All the guys at school did. He wouldn't get drunk. He'd know when to stop.
Jane sipped her wine and eyed the boy over the top of her glass. She watched him go jauntily to the kitchen and get some more. She'd have to watch him. She didn't want him passed out on the floor. What good would he do her drunk? She smiled wickedly as she watched him chugalug the wine.
Frankie got the giggles. He thought his math teacher at school looker like a french poodle! He laughed and rolled on the floor like a playful puppy. She did have frizzy hair and deep sunken eyes.
Jane supposed from the eyes of a kid the teacher did resemble a dog. She watched Frankie's playful condition and seethed with hotness. He was well on his way to drunkenness. The young boy mimicked his teacher and crawled around on all fours. Then he'd crumble in a heap laughing. He came up to Jane's leg and nuzzled like a dog wanting to be petted. He giggled in French to her and fell back on the floor in hysterics.
Jane sipped her wine and laughed along with the child to urge him on.
He came back to her leg and panted as he laughingly nuzzled against her calf. Then it struck him funny to be a boy dog instead of Miss Weaver. He lifted his leg like he was using Jane's leg as a post to take a leak on. He rolled and laughed at the thought of pissing on Jane's leg.
When he nuzzled against her warm thigh, she suggested that if he was a boy dog taking a leak, he shouldn't have pants on or he'd just get himself all pee-covered.
That struck him funny, too! He took off his pants and tossed them on the floor and crawled to her on all fours. He raised his leg and she screamed!
"Don't you dare!" she said and moved her leg out of the way.
Frankie thought it was funny to have her scared of his' prick so he went after his victim on all threes with his one leg up and fell on his nose-laughing. He rolled over and his prick was hard and his balls high and full. His belly was flat and his asscheeks firm!
Jane's crotch was well oiled as she watched Frankie roll on the floor with his whang pressed up to his gut, all hard and ready to go ... only he was laughing so hard that he'd think a fuck the most hysterical thing in the world!
She watched him attempt to get back up and come after her leg. She loved the way his dick stayed up against his gut and his balls hung tightly to his thighs as he came after her one more time. In his drunken condition she didn't know if he might piss on her leg or would know better! He'd piss on her leg! If he knew better, he wouldn't be crawling around with his pants off....
She pulled her legs up on the couch and let him try to get his leg up high enough to piss on her there. She had to laugh as the child clomped around on his bony knees and staggered when he raised one leg. She loved looking at his blood-gorged prick as he played around.
She asked him if he had to take a leak or he had a hard-on. If he had a hard-on, he should be thinking of mounting her ass from the rear and riveting her asshole like a dog ... since he thought he was a dog!
He sat down on the floor on his ass and looked at his dick. He talked to his whang like it had a personality all its own and asked his dick if it had to piss or wanted to screw. He looked absolutely stupid sitting on his buns discussing his prick's problem with his prick. He flexed his penis muscles and his dick jerked yes to some of his questions and didn't move to others.
Jane watched the kid talk to his dick and if she hadn't been so horny, it woulda been funny! She wasn't drunk and his whang looked so good to her she could almost eat him alive. She licked her lips and slipped her green pants down and off. She quickly took off the green top and sat naked on the sofa while Frankie talked to his upright, uptight din gas.
Frankie looked up and saw her naked body! He tried to look away from her jutting tits and silky pussy. He seemed to sober up immediately! He shook his head ... no ... no ... no....
She laughed and said that posts didn't wear pants suits!
That cracked the kid up and he laughed and went after her again. He got his face to her leg and sniffed for a place to piss and stopped short! He looked her in the eyes and said, "My dick says it don't wanna take a leak, it wants to fuck!" He laughed and clutched his dong and fell to the floor.
Jane put her heels up on the couch and spread her legs apart. She told Frankie that the dog in him better sniff to find a place to stick his peter. After all, dogs were great sniffers!
Frankie crawled back to her and inched his nose up her leg.
She damned near creamed her beaver while he played doggie. She felt his hot breath on her legs and thighs and pussy and twat. His nose bumped along her body as he playfully sniffed over and over her beaver. He bumped his nose onto her clit and sniffed like a pointer at her hot hole!
Oh, God! She mumbled to herself. She felt prickles of passion spark all over her naked body as the young boy sniffed and held his nose to her dripping hole, just like a pointer dog. She felt tingly and desirous of his dong, and he was still playing.
She tried to keep it light as she patted the "doggie" on the head as he sniffed up and down her crack. She asked him if he'd found a place to stick his prick and he nodded, breathing his hot breath into her entire wet, marshy slit.
She told him to point to where he was gonna put his heavy pole. Her fevered face watched his nose go straight for her torridly heated hole. She told him between gulps for air that a good doggie fucked from behind!
She rolled off the couch onto the floor and got on all fours with her titties hanging down. She felt the boy's face bobbing on her buns and into her asscrack! His hot breath drove her wild and she quivered on rubbery knees while the child poked around her rectum and pressed his nose to her asshole!
Her clit spasmed as her tube clenched when he nosed up and down her wet, squishy slit! She begged him to get her hand lotion from the bathroom. She felt weak and her head rested on her forearms while the child trotted to get the thick, creamy lotion. Prickles of sweat stood but on her forehead as she waited with her round ass up in the air.
Frankie came back and handed the hand lotion to Jane.
She told him to rub it all over his whang and her asshole. She watched him lather the thick, white lotion on his long, steaming, ass-button. The thick gunk dripped down her slit steaming, ass-button. The thick gunk dripped down her slit and bathed her vaginal opening and cooled her clit. She felt Frankie massaging the stuff around her tight anus. She could hardly wait for him to ram her asshole even though she knew it would hurt. She loved ass-fucks and feeling so crammed full of cock that she could hardly move!
She felt his scorching rod snub to her hole and she sucked in her breath. The rigid dong slipped away and she relaxed.
She felt him try it again and curse when his dong slid down her greasy slit.
"How'n the hell do I do this?" he asked.
"Just hold your dick solidly to my asshole and push ... easy. My asshole is a helluva lot tighter than my cunt. Once you get that rod of yours inside, I'll relax, but you're gonna have to work it in." She panted.
Frankie snubbed his dick to her raised ass and mounted her butt.
She felt the whang inch in and she felt repped apart. His long pecker squished in a little at a time and once passed her sphincter muscle, she relaxed. Her asshole still squeezed tightly on his ram-rod. She felt his thin prick ooze up her rear tube and the thick cream soothed the burning sensation in her asshole. She felt his prick dig into her and jab and plunge around. She breathed slowly and hesitantly as the child jabbed and poked her tight, squishy rectum. His pecker felt so bitchin'! As she relaxed he increased the pressure of his heaving.
She felt his balls swing and smack her in the cunt as he humped her asshole. His young hard-on pummeled into her and her beaver dripped of thick hand lotion and her own slobbering juices. Her clit was bathed in the mess and her cunt spasmed while the little boy jack-hammered his whang into her asshole!
She shot off, her orgasm coming in spurts and jerks!
The young boy felt tingles of prickly passion from the tip of his jamming cockhead to the bottom of his heavy prick. His balls tightened and wham! He shot off his steaming load into her clenching ass-tube!
"EEEEEEIIHIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
His young body quivered and jerked his release. Gushes of young sperm shot into her hot, tight asshole. He collapsed onto her back enjoying the feeling of being drained!
She felt his peter go limp in her tube and she fell down flat on her belly squashing her full boobs on the floor.
WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS-FUCK! ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! SHE LOVED HAVING HER ASS CRAMED WITH LONG COCK AND FEELING THE DRIP OF ALL HIS LOVELY CUM MIX WITH HER OWN JISM AND THE THICK HAND CREAM! THE SQUISHIER HER CRACK, THE MORE SHE THRILLED! HER CUNTAL MUSCLES RELAXED AND HER THICKLY COATED CLIT RESTED. HER PUBIC HAIR WAS ALL MATTED WITH THE MIXTURE OF SWEET SMELLING LOTION AND THE ODOR OF HIS YOUNG CUM AND HER OWN WOMANLY SMELLS. LOVELY TO BE SO WELL FUCKED! SHE LOVED IT!
"Hmmmmmrnrnrnmmm, I like that," she moaned turning over on her back.
Frankie sat by her side with his rubber dick hanging over his soft balls.
She put her face to his crotch and smelled her own ass smells steam up to her flared nostrils. She coddled his soggy nuts with her warm hands and put her tongue to his wilted cockhead. She tongued around the tip of his soft prick and slowly sucked the rubbery thing into her hot, slobbery mouth. She wallowed his spent dick in her spit and slobbered onto his balls. She licked the length of his shot pecker and went to lap on his soft skinned nuts. She nuzzled into his crotch and nibbled on his loveable rocks. She sucked the soft, velvety rocks into her mouth and cleaned them with her swift tongue. She went back to flicking her tongue across the tip of his cockhead. She dug her tongue tip into his pee hole and whipped on around his flexing prick.
She felt his hot hands on her back inching to her burning asshole. She tingled as he bent to kiss her on the back and work his fingers into her sloshy, sloppy asscrack.
She raised her head and looked at the youngster over her. He was so young ... so sweet ... so adorable! She loved everything about this youngster! The way his long hair hung down the sides of his face in the dim light ... the way HIS YOUNG COCK HUNG DOWN OVER HIS SUPER SOFT BALLS! SHE LOVED HIS PRICK! HIS YOUNG, HARD, RIGID, DICK THAT JERKED AS HE FLEXED HIS MUSCLES! SHE LOVED EATING HIS CROTCH!
SHE ADORED THE TASTE OF HIS SWEET, STIFF WHANG AND SHOOTING SPERM! TO SUCK HIS BALLS INTO HER HOT, STEAMING, SLOBBERY MOUTH WAS SHEER ECSTASY!
THE WAY HE ATE HER CUNT AND LICKED AND CHEWED ON HER FUR AND TONGUED HER TWAT WAS HEAVEN! TO FEEL HIS YOUNG TONGUE UP HER HOT, BUBBLING HOLE SENT HER INTO SPIRALS OF SHOOTING FIREWORKS!
MOST FANTASTIC OF ALL WAS THE WONDERFUL, GLORIOUS PENETRATIONS OF HIS SLAMMING PRICK! THE SWACK OF HIS BALLS INTO HER SLIPPERY, SQUISHY, MARSHY, HOT SLIT WAS FANTASTIC! HIS DIGGING, PRODDING, PLUNGING WHANG MADE HER FAINT WITH LUSTFUL, WICKED DESIRE!
She'd taken his cherry and before she was done with the little boy, she'd rupture his gut demanding more ... MORE ... MORE OF HIS FANTASTIC FUCKING! SHE NEEDED HIS COCK! SHE HAD TO FUCK MORE AND MORE AND GET PUNCHED HARD AND WILD! SHE LOVED HIS COCK!
CHAPTER SIX
Jane was so happy that she and Frankie were back on good terms and that he'd gotten over his guilt feelings about fucking her. One thing she couldn't bear was to have the fourteen-year-old boy not come over to her house.
She'd practically raised the boy, and to lose him would be worse than losing her right arm. She adored the child! Since they'd been fucking and blowing each other she loved him even more. He filled the gap in her life by losing her husband as he had taken the place of her dead son.
She thought of all the lonely times she'd spent. She thought of the inhumane deprival of sexual gratification. She needed this boy so much! He did everything for her that a son and husband could do! He was the most beautiful person on the face of the earth.
He had the innocence of a child in so many things and the know how of a man. He was still enough of a child to do what she said and not argue too much and he was man enough to carry out what she said to do! It was a wonderful arrangement!
Jane was happy for the first time in her life for a good many years. She loved everything and everybody! Her house work seemed a joy and her club meetings were fun. She had time to bake for Frankie, and she was losing weight due to his rigorous workouts! She even took more to her tutoring at school.
She'd look at the tiny, little grammar school boys and think how much pleasure their small, under developed organs would give someday! She could hardly remember how small a boy was at that age. She was so glad her Frankie was as big as he was. She wondered if his dick would get fatter as he filled out.
She found herself singing as she wandered around the house, and her step had an upward swing to it. She was happy. Everything in her life was good and right!
She was singing in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She trotted to the door swinging her round ass and opened it.
There stood Ben!
For a minute she was in a panic. He hadn't been over to her house for so long, not since he'd been bringing home all his choice chicks! After the blonde and redhead, there had been various sizes and sorts of women who'd all looked like whores.
What could he want? Did Frankie tell him about heir orgies? God forbid! Maybe he'd come over to bust her. No, he had a smile on his face. Maybe that was the way vice cops were ... cool. If he intended to bust her, he was in a very friendly mood, but he knew she wouldn't fight him and if she did, he could well smatter her ass all over the place.
She invited him in and he followed her to the kitchen and sat at the table sipping coffee while she did the dishes. "I haven't seen you for a long time," he said.
He watched her round ass jiggle as she scrubbed a pan. "Well, I've been here," she said.
Ben noted that she sounded short and curt. He asked her what was the matter. Had he done something to upset her? Since she was so close to him and Frankie, he knew she'd tell him if he had.
She turned around and faced him resting her hands on the sink slightly behind her. Her boobs jutted forward and he noticed.
Now that she was sure he didn't know anything about her and Frankie, since he hadn't busted her and was asking her what was the matter ... She was gonna let him have it with both barrels!
She prefaced her sermon with the fact that she loved Frankie very much, as she did Ben. After all, she'd known them both for years and years and had been best friends with Ben's wife, Mary.
Ben settled back and noted how pretty her eyes were when she was angry. He'd never really seen her mad before and he was smirking to himself. Why hadn't he noticed over the years that she had such big boobs? Her ass was pretty good, too. He appeared to be earnestly listening to her. He sipped his coffee and watched her heaving breasts.
She told him that Mary would turn over in her grave if she saw the "type" of women he was messing around with. That wasn't enough, he was ignoring his own son to mess around with these women. The blonde was quite obviously a slut and the redhead appeared no better. The rest of his chain of women seemed to be the same sort. What kind a example was he setting for his sweet son? To bring those women home and flaunt them in front of his young boy was an absolute disgrace ... unless this vice business had so warped his head that he didn't know a decent woman if he saw one. She imagined that all he associated with were
"those" women, but they certainly weren't the kind to be a mother to her Frankie. Hell, they'd be the type to fuck the child while daddy was out busting their sister workers! One thing that really pissed her off was for him to take off with one of his dippy broads when he should have showed some interest in Frankie's schooling and gone to the open house.
Didn't he know that a son needs his father? Didn't he understand that Frankie had stayed at home with him to get closer to his father? Why did he suppose Frankie was spending so much time over at her house? The child was neglected and starving for love and attention". He certainly wasn't getting it at home. His poor mother was dead and his father was too busy with first one "lady" and then another.
She accused Ben of picking up his street walkers who he should have busted and bringing them home to fuck right in front of his son! Why else would the kid run to her? Frankie had more decency in his little finger than Ben had in his entire body. Ben really ought to be ashamed.
Ben sat quietly sipping his coffee and showing no reaction to her reading him the riot act. He did notice that as she swung her arms to emphasize a point that she had two delicious points he'd overlooked all these years.
Jane was infuriated! He just sat there and didn't say a word! What the hell kind a man was he? He didn't argue the point as to whether his girlfriends were or were not sluts. He just looked at her!
"You dumb shit! You're throwing away the love of a child because you got the hots for anything with a hole! The resta the time you're pretending to be of perfect virtue ... a man on the vice squad ... a public servant! You're so damned dumb, it's pathetic!" she screamed at him.
"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" he asked. "Haven't you heard a word I've said to you?" she asked hotly.
"I heard. Now I'd like to know if you'd like to go to dinner with me tonight." He lit a cigarette calmly.
She was raging mad. "And what makes you think I'd care to go anyplace with you!"
"Because you're a nice woman and you want me to change my type of women, and you'd be a change-according to you." He smiled.
"You want to use me to perk up your image? I think you're nuts!"
Ben said he didn't need to perk up his image. All he wanted to do was take her to dinner. She was his friend and had done so much for both him and Frankie that he wanted to take her out.
"I don't take payments for things. Do you?" she asked. "I'm really beginning to wonder about you, Ben. You used to be such a-nice guy. When you were in a patrol car you didn't think or act the way you do now ... or at least it wasn't so obvious."
"I have nothing to be obvious about. I have nothing to explain to you or anybody else. I simply came over here to ask you out to dinner and you're making a federal case out of everything I do and say or don't do or say. I doubt if you're a qualified analyst to comment on my activities on or off duty, now, or before, or in the future."
He calmly butted his cigarette and asked for more coffee.
"Do you really think I'd go out with you? After all those sleazy broads? I might get VD or crabs or something...."
"Yes, I think you will go to dinner with me, and is your mind in the gutter? I didn't ask you to go to bed with me, you know. Apparently that's what you want." He smiled sarcastically at her. His trim little mustache curled up when he did.
"You conceited sonovabitch! Get the hell outta my house!" she screamed.
He got up and stretched to his full height and sauntered to her front door.
"What time'll you be ready?" he asked.
She put her hands on her hips in full disgust. "Seven," she said.
"See ya," he said, winking.
He closed the door quietly as he left.
Jane plopped on the flowered couch. She was flabbergasted! Why'd she said she'd go with him? He was so cool and collected. He'd acted like he hadn't heard a word she ranted and raved at him! What the shit was the matter with him, and what was wrong with her? To go out with him after he'd been sarcastic about what she'd said about crabs and VD? He probably had everything there was to have hanging on his dick. The nerve! No, she didn't think about going to bed with him ... not any longer. She had his fresh, clean young son to screw. Why the hell would she want to fuck Ben?
How long had it been since she'd balled a man? Years. It had been only yesterday that she'd fucked a boy, his son. A man? A long, long time.
She settled back on the couch and wondered what it'd be like to be seduced instead of seducing. It had been so long since a man had tried to get into her pants and she'd had to say no-long before she and Jim had gotten married. She wouldn't know how to act with Ben if he did make advances.
She should say no to him out of courtesy to his son. Would she? What would Frankie say about her going out with his dad? He'd probably be tickled pink to think maybe she'd be his mother.
Supposing, just supposing, she tried to land Ben for a husband. She hadn't come across this before. What were the rules at her age. She certainly wasn't a virgin and a young innocent thing. Did that make it okay to fuck with him? Or would he want to be put off and chase her until it was marry her to get a piece of ass? Or was that only in the cases of the very young? He knew and she knew what it was all about. Did that make it right to mess around? She'd known Ben for years. It wasn't like a first date.
What were the rules for conduct, at her age, to catch a man?
She was confused. She didn't know how to act with Ben. They'd been close friends for so long it would seem only normal to warm to his touch and kiss him and hold him tight. He was a neat guy despite all his shortcomings. She did love him like a friend. Might that change if she dated him? And what about Frankie?
She had been contented, perfectly contented with the child. He was a great lover. Was she being fair to him? He'd want to date girls his own age soon, and where would that leave her? Alone again.
She had no intentions of depriving Frankie of his own life, girl friends, a wife, children. She actually had no business in his life right now ... at least not the way she was involved with him. Frankie wouldn't always be fourteen. He'd grow up and grow away from her and she'd be older and alone.
So that brought her back to Ben. How would she act with him? Did she have a chance to nail him? He was more her age, and they could grow old and retire together. They could babysit Frankie's children. Wouldn't that be a crock! The boy she'd screwed so many times, and she was imagining being his children's grandmother? It almost made her laugh. Except Frankie wasn't a laughing matter. She loved him. Because she loved him, she knew she would have to let him go sooner or later. Their affair wouldn't last forever.
She thought she was just jumping to conclusions and letting her imagination run wild. Why wonder how she should behave with Ben? He was just gonna take her out to dinner ... that's all.
She went into her bedroom and looked into the mirror. She was getting more wrinkles every day or so it seemed. She'd be forty-one next June. She'd better start thinking seriously about her life. She didn't want to be alone forever.
The way she was playing the game, she would be.
She could imagine crawling into bed every night with Ben. She tingled when she thought of him holding her close and loving her. He'd be a good husband. How was she gonna make him propose to her and what if he started kissing her and feeling her up? She didn't have any will power to refuse him. He'd think she was just another horny slut like all his other girl friends. She didn't want that!
She'd just have to keep him at a distance. She had no guts at all to say "no" to him ... or probably anybody else. She wondered if she'd ever get to the point in life where she wasn't horny and starving for affection. She couldn't seem to get enough now. Maybe if she had a husband and knew she could get fucked every night and every morning, she'd be able to say no to the milkman or the mailman.
She studied the laugh lines that were getting deeper in her face. It was enough to make her want to sit down and cry. She sure was no kid any more.
It was a good thing she had gotten her hair done yesterday. That part of her at least looked good. What would she wear tonight? She hadn't gone out for so long! As she fumbled through her closet her excitement grew.
She was going on an actual date! She felt like a kid trying to decide what to wear and how to act.
She chose her lavender formal with the long sleeves and low neck. She could wear it now that she'd lost weight and the tight, low neckline showed just enough of her rounded domes to be deliciously tempting. The lavender caught just under the bust and flared to fullness in the long, flowing skirt. She put on sparkly, rhinestone earrings and a sparkly choker. She twirled around in her bedroom like a teen-ager and loved the flow of the skirt that flared out to a flowing ripple. She sparkled like she had real diamonds around her neck and hanging from her ears. Her hair was puffed and curly. She slipped into silver heels and was pleased at the image she saw reflected in her mirror. One good thing about Ben, he was tall and she could wear the highest of heels and still be much shorter than he was.
It was either good that the police force had height requirements or that she had a tall neighbor or both. Anyway, she felt years younger and really pretty. She hadn't dressed like this in years.
It made a difference whether one screwed at home or went on dates.
Ben was pleased at her appearance when he got there promptly at seven. She warmed inside as he had her turn around and show him how lovely she looked. She glowed at being approved of. She had come out of being a frumpy housewife to being an attractive woman. It was like Cinderella, for tomorrow she'd go back to her jeans and shirt.
Right now she was beautiful and she felt it.
She left her house on the arm of her tall, good-looking vice cop. They drove to a lush restaurant on the beach. Ben walked around to her side of the car and opened her door. His sport coat flapped in the soft summer breeze. He never buttoned his coat in case he wanted to get to his .38. Ben didn't look much different tonight than he usually did. He always dressed super-fantastic. Everything he had on reeked of money! Good tweeds were his specialty. Everything he had on was a color coordinate of brown. His dark hair and eyes matched his color scheme. He was a deliciously beautiful man in her eyes.
She felt wonderfully pampered as he took her arm and led her into the restaurant. She was amazed at how the outside was brought inside. The beach with all its sand and palm trees and fallen logs and ships seemed to be separated only by the large glass wall. She and Ben were seated at a rustic table under a beautiful, full palm tree. Their table over looked a garden with a fallen log used as a seating arrangement. The Tiki God over in the far corner was snuggled in a group of short, stubby palms and he sat over looking a small pond of fish. The soft lights of the place reflected on the glass making it difficult to tell if one were inside or out, it was all blended so beautifully. The ships out on the ocean cruised slowly by with their lights twinkling port and starboard., Jane was amazed at the beauty of the place and her mind rambled to the women Ben brought home. He certainly didn't meet them here! And he did know places other than sleazy, honky-tonk bars. He appeared quite at home in this beautiful atmosphere. Maybe he'd brought her here to prove a point. That his vice business hadn't gone to his head. She already knew that ... it'd gone to his dick!
Drinks came by way of a tanned girl in a sarong with a lei of flowers hung around her neck. Her bare breasts poked against the lovely flowers and her nipples bobbed in and out of them. When she walked away, Ben's eyes followed the swinging of her rounded hips as she carried the empty tray at shoulder level.
His gaze came back to Jane and her low-necked dress. He was definitely a boob man! He licked his lips as he gazed at her pushing domes.
Jane felt slightly self-conscious. Ben had never looked at her quite so hungrily before. It made her crotch itch and drip. The more she drank and ate, the less important it seemed to her whether she fucked her little Frankie's father. So what if she did? After the first couple of drinks served by the topless waitress, she didn't even think about her fourteen-year-old lover. His dad was across the table and he looked delicious! She felt his knees against hers and she melted.
They left the restaurant and Jane felt more beautiful than she had earlier. The drinks and the lovely atmosphere went to her head. She staggered slightly and Ben caught her arm.
She turned to face him in the parking lot. She felt his hot face come down on hers with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue tasted wonderfully hot and appetizing. She felt herself melt into his strong arms and she pushed her pelvis to meet his jabbing hips. They stood between cars and he kissed her neck and nibbled down to her full, jutting boobs.
She felt his tongue trace across the protruding titflesh just above the lavender material of her dress. His hands were on her hips pulling her against his hard body. She rotated her pelvis and pushed her hot, simmering pussy against him. She felt his hands groping to pull up her long dress. She put her hand to his zipper and tugged it open. She dug around in his pants for his hard dick and pulled it out!
Her sizzling crotch dripped of her vaginal juices as she felt his hand on her bare beaver. She pulled his stiff whang between her legs and felt the scorch of his poking prick as it dug for her marshy hole.
She felt her ass pressed up tightly against the fender of his car. She leaned back slightly to rest on her buns and lift her legs to encircle Ben's jerking pelvis. She locked her legs around his ass and felt the wonderful exhilaration of his prick as it slid down her squashy, boiling crack and snubbed to her twat hole. When he pushed his fuck-hungry peter into her tight, spasming cunt she moaned happily. Her arms went around his shoulders and she hung on his hearty, plowing cock with her buns pushed against the fender. She pressed her fever face against his neck as he rocked her with jolts and jabs.
She jarred and jiggled as he mightily heaved his blood-gorged peter up and around in her squishy, flexing cunt. She felt his hand push down inside her dress and flip out her jutting boobs. The head of his mouth on her titties thrilled her! His hot, searing mouth' closed over her nipple, first one then the other. His tongue flicked her rigid rosebuds and his teeth tugged.
She heard him grunt and groan when he buried his sweating face between her full, soft breasts. His slobber dripped out of his mouth to coat her jiggling tits.
The steady thumping of his hard prick pummeled her creaming tube. He slammed her ass against the car with every swack of his heaving dick.
She hung onto the big, tall man in a clutching death grip as he pounded her squishy, sloppy hole time after time.
IN AND OUT, JERKING, PUSHING, POUNDING ... WENT HIS ROCK HARD DICK!
"OH, GOD THAT'S A GOOD FUCK!" she said whimpering in her ecstasy!
Ben grunted like an animal as he heaved his throbbing cock in ... in ... in! He felt his sensitive prickhead bump against her womb and jiggers of electric passion pushed him to hump her more, and faster, and harder! He was bent over her hot body sucking her tits and heaving his dong into her bubbling, hot hole. The sweat poured off his forehead! His hands dug into her buns and his head swished back and forth from one bobbing boob to the other. His tongue tasted one nipple and then the other as it darted around her breasts.
Her boobs were sopped with his thick spit. Her rigid nipples tingled in mad delight. Her cunt boiled with desire with every jab and plunge of his burning hot cock!
"I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMM! I FEEL IT! GOD, YOU'RE A GOOD FUCKER! SLAM YOUR DICK IN MY HOLE ... SHOVE IT UP HARDER INTO MY TUNNEL! HOT ... HARD ... FUCK! ILOVE IT!" she moaned.
His every mighty jab of cock pushed against her fluttering clit and plunged deeply into her velvety, soft, squishy hole. He felt the slippery tube tighten and nearly suck out all his sperm. His cockhead tingled and his balls ached as he jabbed, plunged, poked!
"OHHHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMHIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! she hollered.
Ben grunted his hard whang into her shooting hole and felt her hot, womanly juices simmer his rock-hard dick to a boiling point and he shot off his ricocheting, jerking jism. His pelvis ground into her wet, slippery, slick slit.
He moaned and grunted while he shot his seething, sputtering cum up her torridly flaming hole! His pelvis jerked his spasming cum. His fingers dug into her asscheeks. He pressed her against the car feeling his cum and her jism oozed out of her tunnel and gush around his weakening prick.
She felt his head rest on her jutting tit and they stood, hung together on the fender of the car..
She drew in a long breath of air and moaned her happiness. Her head reeled and she was glad when he pushed her back across the hood of the car. She felt his limp dingas fall out of her cum-soaked vagina and his head move down ... down ... down her belly. He worked to keep her long dress up across her waist. He fumbled around with the material and got his face to her flat gut. He moved down her belly to give her some head.
She put her heels up on the fender of the car and spread her legs wide apart. She felt the juices drip out of her spasming hole and her frenzied head whirled. His hot mouth blowing into her matted pussy made her head swirl and swim. She gyrated her hips on the car and the cum mixture dripped on the car's fender. She spread her thighs wide apart to give Ben more room to work her labia with his thick tongue.
She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from shouting her lust when she felt his hot tongue wiggle up her hole. The sounds of his face snorting around in her slimy, slippery crack urged her on to erotic bliss. She humped her pelvis while Ben licked the mixture of cum from her smelly hole and crack ... She went wild with tormented hip movements when she felt his burning tongue inch down to her asshole and lap the oozing juices.
Her naked tits poked upward to the sky and her legs shook with quivering excitement. His nose in her beaver, his tongue in her hole, his fingers digging and prodding at her asshole ... almost more than she could stand and still remain conscious! She moaned her happiness and slithered around on the car hood with Ben's face stuck in her seething crack.
She drew in a long breath of air and moaned her happiness. Her head reeled and she was glad when he pushed her back across the hood of the car. She felt his limp dingas fall out of her cum-soaked vagina and his head move down ... down ... down her belly. He worked to keep her long dress up across her waist. He fumbled around with the material and got his face to her flat gut. He moved down her belly to give her some head.
She put her heels up on the fender of the car and spread her legs wide apart. She felt the juices drip out of her spasming hole and her frenzied head whirled. His hot mouth blowing into her matted pussy made her head swirl and swim. She gyrated her hips on the car and the cum mixture dripped on the car's fender. She spread her thighs wide apart to give Ben more room to work her labia with his thick tongue.
She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from shouting her lust when she felt his hot tongue wiggle up her hole. The sounds of his face snorting around in her slimy, slippery crack urged her on to erotic bliss. She humped her pelvis while Ben licked the mixture of cum from her smelly hole and crack ... She went wild with tormented hip movements when she felt his burning tongue inch down to her asshole and lap the oozing juices.
Her naked tits poked upward to the sky and her legs shook with quivering excitement. His nose in her beaver, his tongue in her hole, his fingers digging and prodding at her asshole ... almost more than she could stand and still remain conscious! She moaned her happiness and slithered around on the car hood with Ben's face stuck in her seething crack.
"I'M GONNNNNNAAAAAA CUUUUUUMMMMMM!" she shrieked.
Ben never let up on his cunt eating for one second! He nibbled on her clit and drove her wild! His hot, blazing tongue whipped around her cuntal mouth and plunged up her hot, sizzling tube. His fingers poked into her slimy asshole and pumped rapidly! His breath was hot and blistering on her fevered beaver!
"EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIA AA AA AA AAAAAA A," she hollered trying to muffle her scream of torrid excitement with her hand. Her teeth bit into her own flesh. Her pelvis whirlpooled and swung up to his mouth as she jerked off her second, glorious orgasm!
Ben never seemed to get enough of her furry cunt. He'd a kept his hot, bobbing head between her legs until eternity if he had his choice.
She collapsed into a withered heap across the car. Her jutting breasts heaved as she sucked in air. Her knees fell apart pulling her hairy slit wide apart. She felt Ben still between her legs licking and sucking up her spurting juices. She couldn't move her ass off the car for anything, not even his tongue. He didn't seem to mind. He snarfed and lapped her sticky, slimy slit and buried his nose in her hairy muff. He loved eating snatch! He kept his tongue working double time digging, prodding and his teeth nibbled on her exhausted clit!
Jane gradually came back to life and realized she had one pair of cold tits. She felt the goose bumps nearly as tall as her nipples! She pulled her dress up to cover her cold breasts and had a difficult time poking her full domes into the fabric.
She sat up on the fender of the car with her knees still wide apart and felt all tingly as she watched Ben's dark head working on her twat.
She felt the gentle flickings of his hot tongue all over her snatch. She rested her hand on his dark hair as he poked his tongue into her damp, marshy hole and couldn't help but feel revved up one more time at his darting tongue movements.
She pulled his head out of her crotch by his hair and looked at his cum sparkled face in the glittering, reflected lights. Her long dress fell down over her smattered crotch and she held his face between her warm hands.
She looked into his dark eyes with longing and lust. The drinks she'd had made her head sizzle and she was dizzy. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. She poked her tongue into his mouth and tasted of soured cum. She licked his lips and nuzzled against his hot, fevered face. He smiled of spent jism and she loved it!
She nosed around to his ear and pressed her tongue into his ear while breathing hard. She felt his hot hands on her round breasts. She nibbled at his ear lobe and slobbered her wet kisses all over the smelly side of his face. Her tongue licked and lapped clean the glistening sparkles from his face. When he lowered his face to kiss her titties, she held his face up to hers.
She felt his fingers slide under her long dress and poke into her matted pussy. It felt so damned good to have him work her clit and clasping hole as she sat spread wide apart for him. She loved a hand bangin', too. She loved everything about fuckin' whether it was by finger, tongue or cock! It was all good!
Her clit fluttered madly and she closed her legs tightly on his jabbing hand. She slipped off the car fender and went to her knees on the concrete parking lot. Her face was went to her knees on the concrete parking lot. Her face was right at his crotch. His prickhead was high and tough as it poked out of his pants fly. She kissed his throbbing cockhead and put her tongue flat against it.
Her hands dug inside his pants for his hot rocks and she gently pulled them out.
Her tongue went around and around his pulsating dickhead and she tongued up and down his throbbing stump, taking special care to nibble gently on the underside of his beating stick. She tongued across his teardrop opening and back down to his balls. She took one luscious nut into her mouth and bathed it in her thick spit and then releasing one, she took the other lovely rock and sucked on it. Her tongue pressed against the side of his silky, soft skin and moved the oval-shaped nut around inside his skin.
He tasted deliciously of her cum and his. She licked back up his pulsating stump and put his pounding, beating cockhead to her opened mouth. She slowly inched his thick rod into her hot, spitty mouth ... a fraction of an inch at a time.
She tasted the dribble of his lubrication that emerged from his tiny pee hole and swallowed the tasty, hot stuff. Her hands massaged his hot balls as she sucked his delectable cock into her mouth. She put his pulsating cockhead against the roof of her mouth and did quick little sucks on his throbbing prick! He tasted beautiful!
She felt his hands pushing back down inside the neckline of her dress and grab onto her full boobs. His fingers pinched her rigid nipples and she singed in her crack.
She sucked his heavy whang harder and nipped at his tender cockhead. She tasted of his first drops of shooting cum and wiggled his dick to her throat. She felt his hot jism blast down her throat as his blood-gorged prick pumped all his cum into her. Her tongue whipped around and around his shooting stump.
As his jerking, withering peter wilted in her mouth, she stuck her tongue into the sweet foreskin and licked around and around to eat the very last of his spent juice. His legs shook and his pelvis quivered. Her hands encircled his firm ass and held his spent, shot cock inside her mouth while he pinched her tits. She wallowed his rubbery dick in her mouth and got every last drop of his precious liquid.
She fell back on her ass on the pavement and panted. His limp whang and balls hung out of his pants as he leaned against the next car gasping for breath. He had his hands on the fender of the car and she saw by the reflected twinkling lights that his forehead sparkled with sweat.
There was a sudden squash in her crotch.
"Oh, shit!" she said.
"What's the matter?" he asked, squatting down beside her.
"My damned period's started! Sonovabitch!"
"Let me see for sure," he said.
He spread her legs apart and hiked her lavender formal up over her bent knees as she sat on the ground. He poked his head back down to her crotch. He couldn't see in that dim light whether she was bleeding or not, but he did smell menstruation.
"Well, you're not on the rag, yet," he said and sat on the ground with her. "Your blood is there, but that doesn't mean a thing. You got no tampax to plug your hole, so I'll plug it for you!"
She felt for his whang and it was gloriously hard again.
"You gonna stick that whang of yours into my bloody hole?" she asked excitedly.
"You bet," he answered, pulling her body onto his thighs.
She sat straddling his legs with blood dripping out a her hole. She took his pounding pole and rubbed it into her bleeding, cum-spattered crack. She whisked his rod over and over her fluttering clit.
The menstrual blood made her crack more squishy and sloppy and he loved it ... and the squashing sounds that came from his hard dick sloshing around her sloppy slit.
She felt herself pulled closer and closer to his thumping prick. She raised herself to her knees on the ground. She straddled his pelvis as he sat clutching her buns. Slowly she lowered her bleeding, sloppy, squashy tube onto his flexing, stiff prick and sunk it in deep.
She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders. The thrill of his hard whang in her bloody hole was almost more pleasurable than she could stand! She hung onto him and slowly moved up and down his hard rod. She moaned her excitement as stars ricocheted through her head.
"SO GOOOOOOOOOD! SO HOT AND SLOPPY! GOD, YOU'RE FUCKIN' MY BLOODY TUBE! SO GOOOOOD! HOT, BURNING ... PRICK ... IN MY ... CUNT ... GOOOOOOOD FUCK!" she whispered while nipping on his earlobe.
She slid her squishing, soft tunnel up and down, up and down, up and down. His penetrating rod slipped easily in her bloody, squishy land of paradise.
With his every jab of hard cock, she felt the blood ooze and trickle out of her vagina and smear her pussy slit. The familiar tuna fish odor was replaced by the stench of hot blood.
The thought of his prick getting all smeared with her blood exhilarated her senses and she bobbed up and down on his rigid flesh. Her wide spread slit splatted down on his balls as well as his stick. She imagined her blood and juices bathing his nuts and she was thrilled!
Her buns were held tightly as she worked his cock up and down with her squeezing, bloody hole. She loved it! His dick squashed and slipped so neatly all over her tunnel ... and when she felt his hot, blazing cum spurt up her tube and drench her already flooded hole, she shot off with him!
She grabbed and clutched his body as she squirmed madly on his shooting prick!
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" she cried against his shoulder.
"EEEEEEEIIIIIIIOOOOOOOO!" he responded as his body shook and quivered under her weight.
They clamped their arms around each other and held tightly as they both felt the torrid , seething climax juices bubble in her tube and mix with her hot, red, smelly blood.
They sat intertwined in each other's arms on the pavement of the parking lot between the cars. They shook and jerked in their mutual orgasm!
"HOW ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! I NEVER IN MY LIFE HAD SUCH A GOOD FUCK! GREATEST SCREW EVER! GOD, I LOVE BALLIN' YOU! YOU'VE GOT SUCH A GOOD PRICK, A NEAT COCKHEAD! REALLY GREAT! GOD, YOU'RE GOOD!" she squealed, happily hugging him.
Ben took a hankie out of his pocket and stuck it up her vagina.
"So you won't ruin your dress," he said, and winked.
His flattened prick he tucked into his pants and they both got up off the ground.
They stood brushing themselves off when they heard a voice.
"You guys done fuckin' around?" a guy said from behind Ben's car.
"Who'n the hell are you?" Ben asked.
"Just watchin'," he said as he walked around to them. His fly was open and his cock was rigidly tall. He was working his dick with his hand. "God, I wish I had a chick like you, lady. My old lady won't let me fuck her when she's bleedin'. She won't hardly never let me touch her. That's why I gotta give me a hand job. I seen your whole fuckin' orgy! Goddamn! You two are a good pair! Cock cuckin' and him tonguin' your hole along with bangin'. God! It was fun to watch!" His hand stroked up and down on his hard dick.
Jane felt so sorry for him. The poor man had watched and hadn't felt the wonderful feelings she had. He was some poor soul that had to get his kicks from a hand job! Poor baby! She watched him work his prick faster and faster! His hips quivered and shook and he shot off his load into the air in a jetting arc. The man shook like a fuckin' dog. He got rid of all his cum and ran his hand over his spasmingly jerking cockhead. He put his hand to his mouth and licked his own cum.
Jane wanted to lick the man's dick for him and coddle his balls and make him feel like somebody cared for him. Ben wouldn't go that route and she had her one fine fucker, so she watched the pathetic man shove his spent prick back into his pants and walk off mumbling.
"Poor man," she said.
"Yeah, but not me! You're one hellova good fuck ... even bleeding like a stuck hog! MY PRICK IS STILL THROBBING FROM FILLING UP YOUR HOLE! GOOD COCKSUCKER, TOO! GOD DAMN!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jane looked forward to the following weekend. Ben had asked her if she wanted to go on a mini vacation with him and some friends of his?
A trip for the weekend in his camper was just what she needed. She had asked if Frankie was gonna go, but he wasn't. He was gonna stay with a friend of his for that time.
In a way that was good. Jane didn't relish the idea of going in the camper with young Frankie and his father, both. She'd be so cock crazy, she wouldn't know who to jump into bed with and no matter which one she chose, the other one would find out. She hoped neither of them found out about the other since she didn't wanna cause a fight between a father and his son ... SHE ALSO DIDN'T WANNA GET BUSTED! ESPECIALLY FOR CHILD MOLESTING!
Frankie would understand if she decided to marry his father, but old vice squad himself would NOT understand about her and Frankie.
It was all gonna work out quite well. She was thrilled and excited about going to the desert and planned what to take and what to wear. Ben had said he'd get the camper stocked so she didn't have to think bout food. That was his baby.
The middle of the week Frankie stopped over to her house for a quick blow job and to ask her if she liked his dad well enough to marry him if he should ask her.
Jane gave his prick a motherly tug with her teeth and coddled his balls with her hot hands. She mouthed up and down his stiff stem, and her wet tongue flicked across his young, tender cockhead.
She'd better answer his question before she got really interested in her cocksucking. She said she did like his father, but what would young Frankie think if she married him and crawled into bed with him every night and fucked him and gave him blow jobs? Would Frankie approve?
Frankie stood on quivering legs and said he wanted a family and it was all right with him if she did marry his father. Maybe once in a while she'd give him a fuck or blow, just for old times sake?
That was a lovely possibility! Marry the father and have a fuckin' good time with the young son for side ballin'! Great!
Jane went to concentrating on the youngster's nuts. She would never tire of feeling his soft, soft skin and kissing his young cockhead! She adored squishing his nuts around and feeling the oval hardness flip and move from one side of his velvety skin to the other!
She took the youth's long, slender cock into her mouth and nipped on its tip. She dug her tongue into the tiny pee hole and returned to flicking her tongue across his cockhead. With every flick of her tongue, the child quivered.
Frankie stood in the middle of her living room with his pants down and. shook as she knelt before him. Her mouth was so hot and wet and the way she sucked was almost as good or better than the feel of her vaginal muscles squeezing on his young dick. He would have pumped her mouth faster and harder, but his knees were rubbery. He loved her cocksuckin' so much he could hardly stand it! He knew he ought to be pinching her tits or feeling up her ass. That did take away from his own personal enjoyment when he had to concentrate on doing something for her. He was getting selfish about having his orgasms. He'd let her blow him and then he'd work her over, but right now, his prick was in her mouth and she was suckin' on it and digging her fingers into his asshole.
The youth stood quivering and shaking, feeling his lust and hunger build up and up and up! He loved the way she massaged his hot rocks!
His cock was bathed in her thick spit and she tugged on it so hard! He rocked a little as his head went dizzy on him! He put his young hands on her head to steady himself and gave a punch with his pelvis! He touched the back of her throat with his piercing penis and he was thrilled! The head of her mouth ... the wetness coating his prick ... the jabbing, the punching, his shaking and quivering! Great!
"I'M GONNA SHOOT OFFFFFFFFFFF!!!"
She sucked his dick harder and her tongue darted around his slender pole. She felt the first luscious spurt of his young cum flood down her throat! She whipped her tongue up and down his stem and held his soft nuts. His jism gushed ... JERK AND SPURT AFTER GUSH, HIS YOUNG CUM DRENCHED HER MOUTH AND FLOODED DOWN HER THROAT!
HER CLUTCHING MOUTH, THE TORRID HEAD, THE SLOPPY SPIT, ALL ON HIS SHOOTING, SPURTING PRICK! GREAT!
His gut contracted and his ass tightened. His balls fed his whang all the good, young, soothing cum and his prick shot it into her sucking, hot mouth!
When he finally stopped shaking, she told him to pull his pants up.
He looked at her kinda funny. Didn't she want a blow or fuck?
She sat down on the couch and licked his spilled juice from her cheek. God, he had good-tasting cum!
He touched her boobs and asked if he could fuck her once he had another hard-on.
She said another time. Right now she had to finish packing. She was gonna go with his father this weekend and she had lots of stuff to do like dye her hair so the gray didn't show. Besides, she explained to the child, it was her curse time and the way she flooded the place, she didn't think he'd enjoy fuckin' her today.
She knew if she didn't wanna clean up the bloody mess, the child could fuck her over the toilet, but she did have things to do today.
She was just so excited about going off for the weekend.
Of course she loved blowing the young boy and she'd gotten her thrill for the day, but it wasn't the same ... just suckin' his cock. She liked a neat ballin' to go along with it and right now she didn't have time. She'd never turn the dear boy down. The very fact he'd stopped in for a quickie blow proved he loved her!
She wondered if she'd slighted him after he left. She wouldn't do that for the world. She adored the darling child. She also loved his fast fuckin' dad!
This was a rotten situation! She loved the cocks of both father and son! It was a hellova mess! She wondered if she could get both their pricks into her mouth at the same time? Perhaps one of them should fuck her and the other stick his whang into her mouth? She could manage to keep them both happy, she knew ... except dear old dad probably wouldn't go for it.
It was a lovely thought ... screwing them both at the same time! The son could stick his cock up her ass and Ben could bang her cunt! WOW! FANTASTIC!
She felt a gush of liquid in her slit and at this time of the month it was difficult to tell if she was creaming her jeans or bleeding. She was having such delicious thoughts it was probably that.
She laid down on the couch and had dreamy thoughts about her and Ben out on the desert all alone. She wondered if it'd be like a modern version of some Sultan and his oasis. Really modern! Ben and his camper. She didn't think he'd have room for all those flowing, chiffon curtains in the back of his truck. She laughed.
She spent the rest of the week not eating, since she wanted to be thin and glamorous, and she also dyed her hair.
Friday night came slowly but it did get there. She was all ready to go! Frankie was over at his friend's house, and she and Ben loaded up and headed out over the foothills to drop down into the valley.
Jane snuggled against him pushing her jutting boobs tight against his rib cage. She whispered hotly into his ear that she wanted him to fuck her, eat her cunt, bite her tits. She blew into his ear and watched him squirm to adjust his crotch.
She asked him where they were going as they drove through the darkness. She wondered if he went to the same place all the time and if there were many other campers out there in no-man's-land?
Ben explained that a group of guys and their wives or girl friends went to the same place along the river. They'd have lots of company and lots a fun! The campfires were really a kick in the ass!
Jane was disappointed. She wanted Ben all to herself so she could keep him in bed for the entire weekend! All her plans for fuckin' and the sand and the moon and constant ballin' were going down the tube as she listened to him rattle on and on about taking the dune buggies and motorcycles out over the sand and swimming in the river and campfires! Shit, that wasn't what she had in mind at all! And all the company he was talking about ... friends of his? She wouldn't know a damned soul! She didn't really give a damn. All she wanted was to have a weekend that was uninterrupted for all the love making she wanted. It didn't sound like that's the way it was gonna be!
She sat and sulked in the darkness with her arms crossed across her full breasts.
Ben was telling her about the good time they were gonna have as he drove through the star studded night. The dash light reflected on his stern, hard-looking face and Jane watched him hungrily. She didn't care about Bill and his wife or Jim and his. She didn't know who any of them were and she could have gone an entire lifetime without finding out! ALL SHE WANTED TO DO WAS FUCK! SHE WANTED TO TASTE HIS HOT COCK IN HER MOUTH AND SUCK THE HEAVY, DRIPPING CUM FROM HIS PEE HOLE! SHE WANTED TO FEEL HIS FACE IN HER SLIPPERY CRACK ... LICKING, LAPPING ... HIS TONGUE UP HER HOT, DRIPPING HOLE ... WIGGLING, SNORTING!
She didn't give two hoots about riding a dune buggie over the dumb sand-unless she could cram the gear shift up her ass!
She had waited all week for this! Her period was over and her twat was hot and smooshie! All she wanted was to fuck, fuck, fuck! And this asshole appeared to be on a health-athletic kick!
She should a stayed home! Frankie would a stayed in bed with her all weekend! She hoped she hadn't rushed the child off by just giving him that quickie blow job. She thought she just might need that kid after putting in a dull weekend with his father! Imagine! Swimming and hiking and riding the sand buggies and campfires ... sounded like she was headed for scout camp!
Ben asked her what was the matter.
She shrugged her shoulders.
He put his arm around her and pulled her warm body close to his. His hand dangled over her shoulder and he touched her full dome under her blouse. His finger traced across and back on her round breast, all the while gettin' lower and lower to her nipple.
Maybe it wouldn't be a total loss ... She snuggled close to Ben enabling him to squeeze his hand down inside her tight bra and finger her nipple which was rigid. He pushed his hand over to her other tittie and squeezed her nipple!
She nuzzled against his warm neck and kissed and tongued her way to his ear. She was careful not to make it difficult for him to finger her boobs! That felt so good, she didn't wanna have him stop!
She took her tongue and flicked it all around his ear and nibbled on his lobe and thrust her tongue into his ear! Her breathing was hot and heavy and her hips rotated on her buns. Her eager slit dripped and she felt her liquids sqash up into her pussy and mat her hair. She fixed her crotch so that her pubic hair wasn't stuck to the bikini briefs and pulled by the elastic. Her clit fluttered in wild anticipation! The feel of his hand on her breasts, squeezing, poking, massaging and pinching felt so good! Her face was hot as she brushed Ben's neck with another slobbery kiss.
Her hand went to his crotch and he moaned. She felt his hard dick through his tight Levi's. Her nimble fingers went to work unbuttoning his tight pants. She cursed whoever put the buttons on Levi's! They did such a good job it caused her to break a fingernail!
She poked around inside his pants and pulled his rigid flesh out of his open fly.
He shoved his booted feet into the floorboard to lift his ass and loosen his pants around the hips.
She wasn't happy with just his hard dick, she wanted his soft balls! She let him help her get his squashed nuts out of his pants because the last thing in the world she wanted to do was maim his sex organ. It ain't that easy to get it all out of Levi's!
Her fingers lovingly traced up and down his blood-gorged prick and encircled his throbbing cockhead! She felt the heat radiate from his pulsating whang and nuts. Her mouth watered and she bent her face to his crotch.
Her tongue pressed to the tip of his rock-hard dick and she thrilled at the little jerks his cock did. She played with his soft, velvety rocks and took his hard dick into her mouth a little at a time. Her slobbery mouth sucked past his cockhead, past the indentation that capped off his prickhead and on down his sturdy stem. She tugged his whang into her spitty, hot cavity until the pulsating cockhead jammed against the back of her throat! She pressed on its sides with her flicking tongue and sucked passionately.
Her fingers darted around his balls and flipped his ovals back and forth under the smooth, soft skin. Her nose felt the bristly, curly pubic hair tickle as she bobbed up and down on his straight, hard peter. Her thick saliva dripped out of the sides of her mouth when she changed her clamp on his hefty dong. It coated his silky balls with a thin dribble which she massaged around on his nuts.
She felt his one hand digging in her bra and squeezing her titties and pinching her nipples. She rotated her pelvis on her solid hip and bumped her pussy against the nothingness that should have been his stiff rod.
Her fevered face ground into his crotch and she nipped up and down his rock-hard dick. Her tongue dug into his tiny pee hole and she sighed happily as she tasted of his first lubricating juices.
Ben was having a difficult time concentrating on keeping the truck on the road! Her hot mouth eating in his crotch, sucking in his eager prick and the feel of her rigid nipples made it difficult for him to pay any attention to the road. He was enjoying the feeling of having his cockhead nibbled on and sucked into her hot, wet mouth. He loved the heat of her breath as it seared into his crotch!
He tweeked her nipples again and again and loved the way she rolled her ass on the seat of the truck! He should stop the truck and stick his whang up her hot, dripping hole but there was no place to pull off the road right now.
She sucked on his cock and he felt the surge of mounting passion in his pecker. His cockhead tingled and he humped his pelvis the best he could while still maintaining control over the truck.
His prick bumped and jerked in her clutching, torrid mouth and he shot off his cum in great gushes which flooded Jane's mouth.
She swallowed rapidly to get every drop of his tasty, delicious whang juice. Her mouth and throat were bathed in his slick, thick, creamy jism. The drops that oozed but of her sucking mouth dropped onto his balls and her fingers worked to coat his nuts with the hot, lovely liquid.
HOW DELICIOUS! SHE LOVED TO SUCK THE CUM OUT A HIS ! SHE ADORED LICKING THE SPILLED JISM THAT FELL ONTO HIS SOFT, SOGGY BALLS! SHE THOUGHT IT ABSOLUTELY BITCHIN' TO WALLOW HIS SPENT NUTS IN HER MOUTH AND WHEN SHE HAD DONE THAT SHE STUFFED HIS RUBBERY PETER INTO HER MOUTH AND LICKED OFF ALL THE TINY DROPLETS OF STICKY CUM!
Her heard swirled in her ecstasy as she moved her happy tongue from his withered shaft to his soft nuts! She slurped and swallowed all his sticky, smelly cum and loved it! It was almost as if she planned to devour his whole pubic area! She was like a lustful animal eating, nipping, nibbling, swallowing. Her mouth clamped onto his dick and then his balls and back again all the while her tongue dug for more and more of his spent jism!
Her hips slammed into the air as if she was humping his prick! She felt the trickle of her sensuous, womanly juices seep out of her hole and squish up and down her tightly closed slit. Her clit floundered in all the squishy, juicy liquid that flowed freely out of her cunt!
Ben had a hellova time as he shot off and his prick surged forth all his spurting, gushing cum. He had to watch the road but the truck swerved dangerously as he got carried away with his orgasm. He pulled on the wheel with his left hand to keep it steady down the road while his right hand clutched onto her rigid, little nipple. His pelvis jerked and spasmed and his whang twitched ... shooting ... gushing ... riveting her mouth with his hot, delicious cum!
His forehead was beaded with perspiration partly due to his sexual release and partly due to the fact he'd nearly lost control of the truck and rolled them!
He sighed and relaxed with pleasure after his hearty cum.
He patted her on the shoulder as if to dismiss her from his crotch.
"JESUS CHRIST, YOU'RE GOOD WITH THAT WHIPPING TONGUE OF YOURS! MY COCK FEELS LIKE IT COULDN'T GET ANOTHER HARD-ON FOR SEVEN YEARS. SHIT! YOU BETTER KNOCK IT OFF FOR A WHILE. THAT REALLY BOTHERS ME WHEN YOU WHIP YOUR TONGUE ACROSS MY PENIS AFTER I'VE ALREADY COME! MAKES ME JUMP, AND TWITCH AND STUFF...." He patted her shoulder again. Jane didn't give a damn what he said. She'd sucked a cum out a him but her twat was still dripping and wet and hot and she wanted to screw! Her nipples stood rigid and wanted a mouth on them! Her lust built up to a burning passion!
Ben drove on through the darkness completely relaxed. He wished he could lie down and sleep. He blinked his eyes to keep them open and watchful.
Jane slid out a her tight pants with the wet crotch and put them on the floor of the cab. Her pussy cried for attention! She leaned against the door and put her feet up on the seat of the truck. She let one knee rest on the dash of the truck and the other on the seat. She reached for Ben's hand and put it on her marshy, puffy, red crotch.
"OH, SHIT! I CAN'T FINGER BANG YOU AND DRIVE AT THE SAME TIME!"
"Try it," she said and pushed his hand into her sloppy, squishy slit.
She felt him finger her matted beaver and slide his fingers into her moist, burning slit. His fingers went around and around her vibrating clit. He put his fingers to her marshy, sloppy hole and his thumb tweaked her lovebud.
She rotated her hips and humped her tube to meet his jabbing fingers. She adored the fiery darting of his fingers in her twat and continually flicking her clit! Her already flooded slit was drenched.
Ben worked her clamping, clutching tube with his fingers and kept the other hand on the steering wheel. His eyes left the road in spastic spurts as he tried to see her wide spread beaver and the road, too. He felt her soft, warm, velvety labia and traced his fingers through her pussy. His fingers slid easily in her slippery, slimy crack from her clit to her asshole.
She felt his fingers dig at her asshole and she raised her buns to make the jabbing easier for him. Her rectum was tight and dripped of running cunt juice. Her pelvis gyrated and her head swam in delight at his fingers, here and there in her slit.
She moaned her happiness when he jabbed two fingers up her hole and pounded them in and around her slithering, boiling tunnel. He rapidly fired her tube full of tough, hard fingers and felt her hump to meet every darting jam.
She squealed with delight at the pummeling her greasy, sloppy hole got and as her hips swung to meet his rapidly jamming fingers, she shrieked her oncoming orgasm. Her desire for cock filled her body with every slam of his fingers. Her head swirled and her titties heaved-as her heart pounded wildly. She sizzled her hot, boiling juices from her torridly hot hole. Her clit fluttered and she shot off....
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," she screamed and her thighs tightened closed on his jabbing hand. Her pelvis pushed and heaved against his digging fingers! Her hands clutched his arm. Her fingernails dug into his flesh and her head sky rocketed her whole body into blissful expulsion of cum ... cum ... cum....
"BEST FINGER-FUCK I'VE EVER HAD!" she managed to moan.
She relaxed her knees and let Ben drag his drenched fingers out a her marshy, hot swamp land and she laid there watching Ben from between her knees.
He drove through the darkness, licking his cum-soaked fingers. His profile was illumed by the dash lights.
Her head hurt from resting on the metal door while she was spread on the front seat. Her knees were still apart as she talked to Ben. Whenever he turned to look at her he saw her hairy twat first, and if he looked onward, he'd see her jutting titties and finally her face.
"How much farther we gotta go?" she asked.
"Just a little ways. You'll like all my friends...."
Jane frankly doubted it. She could imagine them sitting around the little scout camp discussing police cases! How dull! She couldn't help it if she was horny all the time and wanted to screw. She knew Ben loved it, too. What was he gonna do this weekend? Tell all his friends that she was his girl and sleep outside in a sleeping bag? It was one thing for him to bring floozies hime, but she doubted if he'd let his looseness affect his job or let anybody who worked with him know he had screws all over town! It would be a very straight and dull weekend.
"Ben, maybe we could go someplace and be by ourselves," she pleaded.
"We're almost there. I promise you, we'll have a good time!"
Jane mumbled as Ben drove off the main road and down miles of dirt track.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane tugged on her tight jeans over her matted snatch and buttoned them tightly over her cum smeared belly and twat. She wasn't happy about putting her clothes back on. Sure, Ben had finger-fucked her hole as they drove along the road in the dead of night. Now they approached a bright campfire in the middle of the desert where all his straight friends were.
She wanted to fuck and have a blow job. The dumb cop next to her wouldn't do that in front of his buddies. He probably wouldn't even go into the camper at night with her alone, fear somebody might think he was human! Shit! She shoulda stayed at home! She'd a had more fun with his fourteen-year-old son! Shit on this mess!
She asked him if his friends were all cops? He had the damnedest way of not answering a thing she asked. He'd go all around the issue and wind up never saying a thing that would commit him to anything! She didn't think he knew what "yes" and "no" words were. By the time he'd answered her question with ten miles of explaining nothing, she wished she hadn't asked whatever question she'd asked. So she didn't know who the dips were that sat around the fire as she and Ben climbed out a the truck.
Everybody left the campfire and greeted them warmly. Hoots and hollers filled the air. Jane thought they must not a seen each other for ten years the way they all hung on Ben and her. They weren't friends of hers, probably just because she was with Ben was the reason they tried to make her so welcome. Well, she didn't like any of them! These friendly bastards were the ones who were keeping her from her plans to be alone with Ben and screw the shit outta him! They were her enemies!
"We all here?" some guy asked.
Roars of the affirmative laughter filled the air.
"Then we can start to eat," somebody else said.
Everybody went back to the campfire and settled themselves around the roaring fire.
She heard snickers and jovial laughter as everybody dug into picnic baskets and flipped the tops of beer cans. She thought it was a little late to be so thrilled about eating. She wasn't even hungry. It must be ten at least! These people were a bunch of nuts!
Some of the guys looked at Ben, and Ben nodded. He got up and took all his clothes off and dumped them in a heap on the ground. All the other guys did the same.
Jane sat in amazement watching everybody strip in the fire light. How strange and thrilling! Her eyes ogled all the naked men with their dongs and balls naked to the world. There must have been at least seven different, wonderful pricks looming up tall and straight in the flickering firelight!
She watched the guys toss their clothes in all directions, and the women followed and stripped naked in the darkness.
Jane looked at Ben and when he nodded, she ripped her clothes off. This might just turn out to be fun after all. The firelight cast mystic shadows on all the naked bodies around the campfire. Some of the people sat in low beach chairs and some on blankets. The bodies weaved back and forth in the shimmering light and pulled goodies out a the picnic baskets.
Jane whispered to Ben and asked him if they always ate naked. Ben shooshed her and told her to just listen and follow along.
Jane didn't like to be told to shut up and do as she was told, but she did like the naked company she was in. She had never dreamed of seeing all the boobs and snatches and dinguses and nuts! She felt a lustful trickle of juice squish outta her hole.
The name of the game was musical butts and What's Your Fetish? Along with eating. She thought a little of Follow The Leader was thrown in there someplace, too.
Ben spread her legs apart and jammed a cold frankfurter up her juicing hole.
Jane was surprised, but not rebuffed. This whole incident was weird! Her vaginal muscles clamped onto the cold frankfurter and her juices bathed it to a slippery, slimy coat. She leaned back on the blanket with her knees widespread. The hot dog barely emerged from her hot hole.
Since everybody else had played the game, it wasn't new to them; however, Jane was a little surprised when all the men moved up on women. She watched the guy in front of her get flat on his belly and crawl up to her seething, dripping snatch and put his face to her crack. She felt him nose into her squashy slit and lick at the hot dog in her hole. Her vaginal muscles contracted at the feel of his tongue in her slit. She was thrilled at the feeling in her hole as the man tugged slightly on the frankfurter drawing it out of her cunt and taking a bite! Her clit fluttered wildly!
She watched the man chew up the meat and sit between her legs. He licked his lips when his bite was gone and moved on only to be replaced by another guy at her crotch!
She continued to lean back on her elbows and watch this man sprawl between her thighs on his belly and nose into her slippery slit! She was so delighted feeling his hot breath sear up into her twat that her vaginal muscles clamped onto the frankfurter and drew it up inside her!
The guy went right after it! He put his warm hand on her gut just above her pussy and pushed down on her pelvis while his tongue dug into her hot hole. She felt tiny nips at her cuntal mouth as the guy nibbled and tugged on the squashed hot dog. She felt fevered and wanton!
HOW ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC TO HAVE GUY AFTER GUY NIBBLE AT HER "Y' AND MUNCH HER HER MEAT! THE TOUCH OF TONGUE AFTER TONGUE IN HER WELL-OILED SLIT SENT HER INTO A SPIRALING ECSTASY! HER VAGINAL MUSCLES CLAMPED FOR EACH TONGUE, AND HER HOT, BOILING WOMANLY JUICES TRICKLED OUT OF HER HOLE!
Just as she was really melting to the guy's nipping at her hole, he got his bite of cunt-cooked frankfurter and moved on, chomping, to the next eagerly awaiting hole! Another guy crawled between her legs and went to work nipping and tonguing her tube! His hot mouth sent trickles of passion pounding up her tunnel! The guy ate at her squeezing, clutching hole and got his bite of frankfurter!
JANE WAS NEARLY CRAZY WITH DELIGHT! ONE HOT MOUTH AFTER ANOTHER CHEWING AT HER DRIPPING HOLE! GREAT! SHE LOVED IT! HOT BREATHS, NIPPING TEETH, WET, SPITTY LIPS ... LICKING, LAPPING, TUGGING AT THE MEAT IN HER HOLE! GLORIOUS!
Her legs shook and her gut contracted. Her titties stood rigid! The last guy got all the juicy frankfurter from her hole and she could hardly wait to see what happened next! Her body quivered as she rested on her elbows! Her clit tweaked and her cunt spasmed hotly!
The guys with the stiff flesh sat down where the girl was and it was the women's turn to have some fun! Each guy had a can of whipped cream and he proceeded to spray the thick, white stuff all over his dong, balls and pubic hair!
OH! SHE LOVED WHIPPED CREAM ... ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE GOT TO LICK IT OFF A HARD COCK! DELICIOUS!
Only one lick was the rule! And Jane licked! First one guy and then right on down the line just like the other women. ONE COCK AFTER THE OTHER WENT INTO HER MOUTH! SHE LAPPED THE CREAMY FOAM OFF ONE COCK AND NOSED RIGHT INTO ANOTHER PILE OF THE THICK, WHITE, BILLOWY CREAM!
The farther down the line she got, the more cock she tasted! She finally got to Ben's prick and it was nearly bare of whipped cream. She lathered her spit onto his rigid, blood-gorged whang and sucked the whole thing right into her mouth. Her hands cradled his balls and she snorted and grunted as she licked up and down his spitty, creamy stump! The whipped cream from his pubic hair settled on her nose as she laid between his widespread legs and sucked his delicious prick! Her hips swayed and her head swam with desire! She wanted to cram his whang up into her hole! She was wild with lust for Ben!
This licking and eating holes and dicks flipped her out a her tree!
Ben shoved her away while the next course was served ... potato salad up the old cunt!
Jane went mad with passion as Ben licked and snorted around her hole to suck out bits and pieces of the smashed salad! His sloshing noises from his mouth drove her wild!
When he didn't get all the potato salad, the guys moved up a hole and another guy wiggled his tongue up her twat and urged her on to near orgasm!
All this fun and games bit was driving Jane wild! Her head swam and her hips gyrated to hump to meet anybody's mouth!
DIFFERENT GRUNTS ... DIFFERENT GROANS ... DIFFERENT TONGUES UP HER HOT, DRIBBLING HOLE ... VARIOUS MOUTHS ON HER CLIT ... NUMEROUS TONGUES LICKING ... LAPPING ... SUCKING....
How much more could she stand? She looked around and everybody was just as up tight as she was! Hips swung, cocks were rigid, pussy furs were wet, heavy balls traced with whipped cream!
If she could get through eating stick pretzels from the guy's assholes, she couldn't take anymore! That'd be it!
SHE HAD TO FUCK OR GO CRAZY! HER DRIBBLING, BUBBLING HOLE CRIED FOR COCK! SHE HAD TO FUCK! She pressed her face into some guy's buns and separated his ass cheeks to nibble at his smelly, rank asshole! Even the distasteful odors of asshole delighted her and made her clit flitter! She laid her tongue right on the guy's asshole and sucked the shitty pretzel out and at it happily!
She made it through lapping two guys' assholes and then she crumbled in a heap on her blanket holding her gut. Her torridly spasming tube clamped and grasped while her clit shook violently! She rolled and tossed on the blanket. Her jutting boobs got crunched as she rolled holding her belly! Sweat spotted her body despite the cool breeze! She moaned and cried out in anguish!
"SOMEBODY FUCK ME! ANYBODY! I GOTTA HAVE A COCK! FUCK ME! SHOVE A PRICK UP MY HOLE! I WANNA CUMMMMMMMMMMM! LORD HELP ME! I GOTTA TASTE A COCK'S CUM! SHOVE A DONG IN MY MOUTH! HELP ME! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME!"
Her short, curly hair was matted with sweat and whipped cream. Her round body dripped with sweat. Her head reeled! Her legs floundered around widespread. Her womanly juices glistened in the firelight. She tossed and turned grabbing for a body! Anybody's body!
"OH, FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! RAM A COCK UP MY HOLE! PLEASE!"
Ben crawled to her on his hands and knees with his rigid peter pressed up to his hair belly. He slid between her legs and raised her ass with his strong hands. He knew his average whang couldn't penetrate the depth she needed so he swung her legs up over his crouched shoulders and snubbed his cock to her leaking hole!
"PUSH IT IN! HEAVE IT TO ME! SOCK THAT COCK INTO MY HOLE!"
She felt Ben's prick thump into her slimy hole with one mighty thrust. With her ass up to his chest and her knees over his shoulders, she felt him rivet her torrid, steaming, bubbling hole with mighty thwacks of stiff prick.
She sighed in relief at the feel of his ricocheting dick. She felt his drenched balls swack into her squishy crack every time he pummeled her clasping, squeezing tube.
"OH, GOD! THAT'S GOOOOOOOOOOOD! I LOVE YOUR COCK! SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDDDDDD! HIT ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I LOVE IT! FEELS SO GOOOOOODDDD ... SO NICE ... I GOTTA HAVE MORE! MORE! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Tears of lust and passion flooded her smooth face. Her head tossed and turned. Her fingers dug into his jabbing hips. Her naked body was jolted and jarred with his every mighty heave of piercing stick!
He hoisted her ass up higher and pummeled the hell out a her marshy, squishy tube. His forehead was beaded with sweat. He jolted his dick into her again ... again ... again....
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed hysterically.
Her body jerked and slithered and bolted with her onrush of gushing cum!
"SGOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD! BITCHIN' PRICK!" she moaned.
Ben felt her hot, boiling furnace explode and the thick cream roll over his pounding, beating, thick-veined dick. His cockhead tingled and he shot off his load to flood her hole even more! He jerked and clenched her tightly as he felt his jism jet into her.
"EEEEEEEEIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as he orgasmed.
Jane was held tight while he shook and quivered like a dog fuckin' a bitch. She felt him lower her legs while his dick was still stuck in her hole. She cried when his dick fell outta her hole.
Like an animal, she was at his crotch hungrily devouring his rubbery, sticky dong and soft, velvety balls. She gobbled his nuts into her mouth and sucked them passionately. She slobbered up and down his limp, hanging whang and pushed the whole penis into her mouth. She ravaged Ben's shot prick! She was insatiable! The more she ate, the more she wanted. Her hips gyrated and pumped against the ground. She felt Ben's hands at her asshole and tingled all the more!
It wasn't Ben's hands that snubbed to her asshole because she was chewing hungrily on his prick and his hands separated her asscheeks!
Somebody else's whang banged into her tight rectum!
She felt the thick thing wedge its way into her asshole and shove! Hard!
She felt gloriously stuffed with heavy prick! She felt the big thing move up and up and up her anal passage! She stopped swinging her hips ... she couldn't move, she was so deliciously crammed with cock!
Her mouth slobbered on Ben's spent dick and she lay spread-eagled on her belly with somebody fuckin' the hell outta her ass! She felt the ass-fucker's hands go around her hips to her snatch and spread her labia even wider apart! His fingers darted from her clit to her vagina. He poked in here and tweaked there! All the while he heaved his pecker with mighty thuds into her asshole! The guy had to be using at least three of his fingers up her twat ... she was soooo stretched!
It felt so good! Her emotions were still pitched over the moon. The more things crammed into her, the better! Fingers in her tube and a prick in her hot, steaming asshole and Ben's tally whacker in her mouth! Wonderful! Beautiful! Great! Her head swam and she felt like she'd explode from all the wonderful fuckin' and finger-bangin' and cocksuckin'.
Her clit fluttered under the constant tweaking of the man's fingers.
She nibbled and guzzled on Ben's prick! Her passion mounted and zoomed and built and KAZOWIEEEE!
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, letting Ben's prick dangle out of her mouth.
She shook and sputtered her cum onto the man's fingers. She felt his whang flex inside her asshole and then spurt forth gushes of sperm! He dug his fingers into her twat and shoved his fingers up her hole full force! He moaned his orgasm as he bit into her buns!
Jane's shaking body collapsed like she was dead. She was rolled over on the blanket and Ben's face was in her crotch licking and swallowing her juicy jism. She couldn't move, she was in such a state of limbo.
She felt so good! She was so relaxed ... two of them had fucked her and brought her back down off her sex trip. She lay dazed, enjoying the hotness of Ben's mouth in her lunch box.
She looked through glazed eyes at the stars in the sky and they all seemed to be shooting this way and that, millions of stars blazing from east to west and north to south, all over the sky.
Ben finished his licking and crawled up on her naked body. He kissed her breasts gently so as not to excite her again and snuggled on top of her to warm her. She felt of cold sweat.
He asked her if she was able to get into the camper with his help. She nodded.
She got up and Ben held her under the arms and lead her into his camper and put her to bed up over the cab. He covered her warmly and went back to get their clothes.
He stumbled into the dark camper with his whang swinging loosely over his balls. He asked her if she was awake.
She said, "Yes."
"You really blew your mind out there," he said, crawling up next to her.
"I've never done anything like that before," she moaned. "I've heard about Mazola parties and all the stuff like that, but I never was to a real orgy before. That was an orgy, sort of, wasn't it?"
Ben nodded against her bare shoulder. He told her he shouldn't have brought her to such a thing; she was too good a person and that he was sorry.
She hugged him to her naked tit and said she understood. He didn't need to be sorry for anything. Everything was all right. She didn't know why she'd gotten so carried away! It'd never happened before! Oh, she'd been hot before, but this was so different ... so far out....
Ben told her that she had been a really good sport about spreading her legs and letting the guys eat her cunt. She was neat about suckin' off their cocks, too. She was a fine person, and he loved her for it!
Jane couldn't help but wonder about Ben's parties. She asked him if it had to do with his being on the vice squad. Before, he'd never been wild and messed around with many females, although she did wonder about some of the women he brought home.
Ben said ever since he'd gotten to be about forty, he'd gone ape for sex; he didn't know why. It had nothing to do with his job. He just had the need to prove himself over and over again. He was in a constant state of horniness. It was very uncomfortable for him because he felt like he was being lead around by his own prick instead of in control of the situation. He didn't know what was the matter with him; maybe he needed a wife to bang every night. Would that take care of his constantly hard whang? He didn't know.
Male menopause? Jane didn't know. Could be. Anyway, she had the same problem-she was never satisfied. Maybe it came from years of living alone.
Why worry about it? Here she was naked in bed, next to a naked man with a hardening peter, out in the boonies. Who wanted to analyze anything?
She reached down between his hairy legs, passed his pubic, sticky hair to his hard dong and gently massaged his whip stick.
"GOD, IT'S NICE TO BE IN BED WITH YOU. I'VE MISSED HAVING A MAN BESIDE ME ALL THESE YEARS. YOU'VE GOT A REALLY FINE PRICK. I WANNA FEEL THAT BEATING COCKHEAD UP MY TWAT AGAIN-AND AGAIN-AND AGAIN! I LOVE IT! YOUR BALLS ARE SO LUSCIOUS! YOUR ASSHOLE IS REALLY NEAT! I WANNA STICK MY TONGUE UP YOUR SHIT HOLE. I WANT YOU TO EAT MY HOT BOX! HOLD ME! KISS ME! KISS MY SNATCH! BURY ME IN YOUR LOVE AND LUST! FUCK ME, BEN?"
Her hands were all over his pelvis digging into his rectum, coddling his balls, fingering his pulsating whang! Her mouth slobbered spit on his chest as she passionately kissed his tits. Her tongue roved around his tiny tits and he managed to moan that he loved it! She nibbled on his nipples and he flinched happily! She nuzzled against his thick, dark, bristly hair and nibbled her way to his belly button. She plunged her tongue into his navel and squashed her spit. Her hands were on his jabbing hips.
She felt his pulsating cockhead bob against her chin while she slobbered into her belly button. His course hair rubbed against her smooth cheeks. Her fevered face inched down to nuzzle his steaming, smelly crotch. She laid her face on his hard hip and took his pounding dick with her hands. She pulled his blood-gorged, burning spike over to where she licked his tender cockhead around and around with her hot, spitty tongue. She flicked her tongue back and forth across his pee hole and whipped it around his yummy foreskin, digging into it to lap up any sticky, stale cum. Her hand clenched onto his whang and worked it slowly up and down while her tongue worked his thumping cockhead!
She moaned her delight as she nipped and nibbled up and down his rigid staff.
"OH, I LOVE YOUR PRICK! YOUR WHANG IS SO GOOOOOOD TO EAT! I ADORE YOUR BALLS! THE SKIN IS SO SOFT ... ALMOST AS VELVETY AS YOUR DELICIOUS FORESKIN! I LOVE IT!" she said moaning.
Ben moaned and grunted as he rotated his humping hips. The feel of her hot mouth on his cock was so bitchin'. The way her tongue whipped around the tip of his whang sent him skyrocketing. He pushed the covers back off of the two of them. He took part of the top sheet and wiped the sweat from his face. He lay spread-eagled on the double bed over the cab and languished in the delicious way she was working and sucking his cock! His hands roamed aimlessly through her short, curly hair and his fingers touched her face. He let one hand slip to her mouth and he felt his cock encircled by her wet, slippery lips. He kept his fingers where he felt his slobbery shaft, her hot spit and her lips tightly clamped onto his penis. He shuddered at her mouth work!
She bathed his beating pole with her saliva and sucked his prick tight against the back of her throat! She tugged to pull the mounting sperm from his throbbing rod. Her flashing tongue darted and spun around his heavy shaft and she sucked....
Ben grunted and shoved his dick around in her wallowing mouth. He felt her hands at his ass crack, punching, poking to get in. He lifted his pelvis, poking his dong deeper into her sucking, gurgling mouth. He felt her finger penetrate his asshole and wiggle around.
He gasped and shook as he shot off a big, hearty gush of sperm.
She felt his burning, steaming cum splash down her throat as she swallowed, ravishing every gulp.
She was delighted for now that he'd had his shoot-off, he'd stick his face in her crack and suck her torridly burning hole. Her slit floundered around in her heavy, womanly juices and her cuntal mouth spasmed for a pecker! She took every bit of Ben's gushing cum and tucked it into her mouth with her tongue. She licked the man's whang and nuts free of all his delicious, wonderful cum.
It seemed to Jane that she and Ben had just crawled into bed when it was time for them to haul ass back to town. Could the whole weekend be gone? Her head was fuzzy and she was deliriously wrecked out! She and Ben had never left the camper. The weekend had been one big fuck! They had screwed and slept, sucked cunt and slept, clamped onto cock and slept, pumped assholes and slept. She didn't remember that they'd even gotten out a bed to eat. They'd eaten each other's meat and slept.
She was exhausted and well-fucked. Her dazed eyes could barely see and her fucked up head didn't register anything but ONE BIG FUCK!
CHAPTER NINE
Jane sprawled naked across her bed. All she needed was sleep. If her bloodshot eyes cleared up and she could drag her body to the kitchen, later she would eat. She was happily satisfied for the first time in one long spell. She didn't know Ben could get a hard-on so many times. She vaguely remembered other men chewing her cunt, or was that around the campfire? Seemed to her it was also in the camper. She couldn't begin to remember the number of times she'd squatted over a stiff hunk of meat and shoved it up her seething, dripping pussy. As she dozed, all she saw were flying pricks and balls coming at her from all directions. She saw her twat as raw hamburger. She was mentally fucked in her dreams like she'd been screwed over the weekend. She was having sexual delirium traumas as she tossed nakedly on her bed.
She looked at the clock at intermittent times through glazed eyes. She slept fourteen hours when she finally dragged her wrecked, snarled snatch out a bed and bathed her exhausted self in the tub of warm, pink bubbly. She smiled to herself in a dazed condition as she lulled herself happily in the water.
Her stomach growled loudly and startled her. She had to laugh at herself. She'd eaten Ben's pole so much it must look like a snagged, ragged wreck, and here she was famished. One good thing, there were no calories from eating his meat! She giggled to herself and thought about going on a straight cock diet, only the rumbling in her belly protested.
She climbed out a the tub and dragged her dripping, naked body out into the kitchen. She frisked the fridge and came up with some left-over spaghetti.
She could see her and Ben married! They'd never get out of bed. Then, too, what about poor Frankie's whang?
The thought of the fourteen-year-old boy stirred her crotch to new drippings. She hadn't seen the child for several days! Well it probably would be several more, too. She couldn't let the little boy see her all marked up from his father's screwing and biting.
That was a dreadful thought! Not to see her baby? Terrible! He was probably horny as hell. The last blow job she's given him was fast and she hadn't messed around with him because of her bleeding. She knew the boy'd be over to see how she liked his dad. The hickies would tell if she never opened her mouth!
The spaghetti was delicious.
She wiped her mouth on a napkin and wandered into the living room. She thought about Frankie and his father as she sat contentedly on the flowered couch.
What was she gonna do about them? She loved them both! She'd fucked them both and neither knew about the other! Ben had said he loved her and Frankie wanted her for his mother. That'd make him a motherfucker, wouldn't it? She vowed if Ben ever did ask her to marry him, she'd never lay it on Frankie again! That'd be terrible, too. She loved the kid's young, hard dick slammed up her tube!
Jane shook her tousled head and tried to think her situation out. What did a kid have to offer except a stiff pecker? He'd soon be off dating and screwin' around with girls his own age. Ben was different. He was older and offered security. Or did he? She knew he wouldn't be faithful to her-he had this thing for orgies. Then he couldn't expect her to be loyal to him, either. He would resent it if the other guy was his own minor child! Ben wouldn't go that one!
How could she live in a house with Frankie and not ball the child even if she was married to his old man? Frankie had feelings, too. If the child came to her with a hard-on, she knew she couldn't refuse him, not only for his sake, but her own. She loved his fresh, young prick!
The whole damned thing was stupid! Ben hadn't asked her to marry him and probably never would! So why worry about it?
She looked down at her full domes and noticed that they were slightly bruised. Ben must have dug his chin into her titties while he was either sucking hickies on her or fuckin' her hole.
God, what a weekend! She never did ride in a sand buggy which was just as well. The number of times she fucked, she'd a had to fuck out in the sand on the dune buggy and then she'd have sand up her ass! She cringed at that painful thought.
Today she was supposed to go to the grammar school and tutor. Shit on the little kids! She argued back and forth in her head and finally got up and went to dress. She couldn't let the little ones down. They liked her and it was a necessity that they learn to read! If she was nothing else, she was dependable.
She trotted out to her car, gave a swift look at the house next door, got into her car and left. She hadn't really expected to see anybody at Ben's since he was at work and Frankie was in school. She just had to look at the next door house every chance she had. It was an obsession.
She didn't like cramming her boobs into her bra, she thought on the way to school. She had gotten so used to the freedom of life around Ben and Frankie. What would the dear, fuddy-duddy ladies of the PTA think if they should wander into the classroom while she was braless? She laughed. She thought the teacher wouldn't mind at all. She had him pegged as a swinger ... the principal, too.
She could managed for this morning to be cramped into her over-the-shoulder-bolder-holder.
At school she walked directly to her classroom and sat waiting for Mr. Smith, the teacher.
She heard a scramble outside the door and ran to see what was the matter. There was a pile of little boys fighting, scratching, and screaming!
She hollered at the pile of kids and immediately they split. Except for one little boy that had been on the bottom of the heap. He seemed hurt and was doubled over clutching his groin.
Jane kneeled over him and asked him if he could move.
He nodded.
She helped the little boy into her classroom and closed the door. She asked him where he hurt and if she could look and see how badly he was crunched.
The little boy said his weenie hurt and started to unbuckle his belt and remove his Levi's. He hauled his shirt up on his chest so it didn't drape over his young, sweet organ. He pulled his pants down and his little penis hung over his small testicles.
Jane looked at the darling, little boy's sex organ and sighed. He was so adorable! Such a tiny, little prick ... to think that someday he'd be fucking with that small thing!
She took his little penis with her fingers and asked him if it hurt when she moved it. Since it didn't, she touched his little, bitty, tiny nuts and was awed by the softness. She asked if that hurt him and he said only a little.
She smiled at the child and asked him if he could stand up straight. He did and groaned slightly.
She said she thought he was all right, and would he like it if she kissed his penis and made it all better?
The child nodded.
Jane bent to the cradled organ and kissed his warm little penis ever so tenderly. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she looked at his boy-prick. She told him to pull his pants up and sit beside her until school started. She was sure he would be all right.
The Utile boy obeyed and the two of them waited for the bell to ring.
Jane cursed herself. Now she was gonna have to sit on her squashy slit until she could get home and find Frankie or Ben or finger-bang herself! Shit!
She should have sent the little boy to the nurse instead of looking him over herself. He had such a darling, smooth, sweet penis! So warm and adorable! She had only kissed it to make it better like all mothers kiss away hurts, only this happened to be his little weenie and she got hot when she saw a prick, even a mini.
Mr. Smith came into the room early and asked Jane why she was hugging the little boy.
She explained to him what had happened and what she'd done and that she was sure the child was fine.
Mr. Smith raised his black, furry eyebrows and asked, "You did what?"
Jane told him again, and he asked her to step into the cloakroom.
Mr. Smith read her the riot act about examining little boys. What would the child's parents do when they found out that she'd kissed his penis? He wrung his hands in despair. This was what happened when the school took part-time volunteer helpers. Mr. Smith was responsible for Jane's activities when she was his helper, and now the sky was gonna fall in!
Jane called the little boy into the cloakroom and knelt in front of him. She explained that if somebody gave him something and then took it back, he wouldn't have it anymore, would he? It was the same thing as if he'd never had it, right? So if she took the kiss back from his penis, it was the same as if she'd never kissed his tiny dingus, right?
He nodded his freckled face and dropped his pants.
Mr. Smith held his head and about flew out of his tree! God, what was she doing now? This pervert was kissing the little boy's whang right in front of him ... the teacher!
Jane told the little boy to pull up his pants, and now it was just the same as if she'd never kissed his little peter, right?
The boy nodded his head and left happily.
Mr. Smith sank to the floor and leaned against the hanging coats and scarves and things the kids had left from the day before. He held his head and shook it. Why? Why did things like this have to happen in his room?
Jane sat down on the floor beside him and explained child psychology to him.
He nodded and nodded, still holding his head. He'd taken lots of psychology in order to become a teacher. He'd put in lots a time studying child behavior and now he was gonna be fired! All those hard years trying to get through college while he worked to support his wife and kids. This was the end!
He rested his balding head on his forearms, which were rested on his knees.
Jane pleaded with Mr. Smith that he didn't understand the mechanics of a child's mind no matter how many books he'd read. The little boy wouldn't say a word about any of it! She'd just kissed him like his mother would in such a case. She did regret having to be an Indian giver. That might upset the lad a bit!
Mr. Smith looked at her in astonishment. "You've gotta be kiddin'!"
She shook her head.
Mr. Smith clutched at his own crotch. He told her that it'd bothered him tremendously to see her kiss the little boy's weenie.
She smiled. "If I do it once to you, I gotta do it twice! Then it's like it never happened. You wouldn't want your wife to think you'd been getting blow jobs in the cloakroom from the volunteer aide, would you?"
He shook his head and unzipped his pants. He spread his legs wide apart and flipped out his balls and rock hard dong. He was ready! One time, two times, who cared? He wasn't a child! He was a horny, middle-aged school teacher that was about to lose his job! He might as well blow it all the way!
Jane's slit was already wet from kissing the little boy's peter, so she welcomed the teacher's hand in her slippery, slimy slit as she bent over his poking crotch.
"The bell was about to ring, so she quickly sucked in the teacher's stiff whang and wrapped her tongue around his pulsating, beating meat. She worked his fat cock rapidly and madly. He wasn't about to have an orgasm! Shit! Her crotch was lathered with her own foam! Her fevered head bobbed as she worked his prick up and down with her wet, hot mouth.
He moaned a couple a times but had no signs of an orgasm.
SHIT! She pulled her pants down off her round ass and climbed onto the teacher's pelvis, straddling his thick, short whang! She slipped his stubbornly hard peter back and forth in her slimy, smelly slit and came down hard with her cunt on his cockhead!
SHE FELT HIS FAT, HARD PECKER THUMP SOUNDLY INTO HER TORRID, HOT, BUBBLING, DRIPPING HOLE. HER VAGINAL MUSCLES CLAMPED ONTO HIS RAM-ROD AND SHE RODE HIS POLE FAST ... UP ... DOWN ... UP ... DOWN ... UP ... DOWN!
With her every downward plunge she splatted her squishy, marshy slit all over his firm nuts! As she moved up his shaft, her cunt muscles tugged and pulled on his hard, blood-gorged prick to stick the cum out!
She rode Mr. Smith's cock until he jerked and spasmed under her humping and shot off his heavy load ... bathing her seething furnace.
She felt his cum and she shot off her load all over his balls and withering prick!
She would have loved to sit across his rubbery whang and let it fall out of her hole and then lick him off and really make a fine fuck of it....
The bell rang.
She scrambled off the teach's pelvis and tugged her pants up.
Mr. Smith got up off the floor and fastened his pants and straightened what little hair he had. He adjusted his thick glasses, pushed in his shirt over his round belly and emerged nonchalantly from the cloakroom to greet his children for the day.
The quickie fuck was over!
Jane straightened herself up and came out of the cloakroom and sat beside the children she was gonna help learn to read. Her pants were a soggy mess!
One little girl asked her if she was wearing a different kind a perfume? She smelled different.
Jane smiled and said she didn't doubt that she smelled odd. She sat squashed in her cum and that of Mr. Smith. She damned near slid off the chair, she was so slippery from spent cum!
CHAPTER TEN
Jane welcomed young Frankie to her house. She hugged the child tightly to her protruding breasts. She hadn't seen the child for ages!
What had he been doing, and why hadn't he come over? She was so interested in her baby's activities. She had missed him so much!
Frankie sat at the kitchen table with cookies and milk. He was all smiles.
Jane asked him what he was so happy about.
Frankie announced that his dad was gonna ask her to marry him! The child was so happy. He beamed. He was gonna have a mother for the first time in years. She'd been a good substitute mother. Now they were gonna make it official! Ben and Frankie were gonna adopt Jane officially into their family and make it complete.
Jane sat down and cried. No more being alone! No more crawling into an empty bed or coming home to an empty, cold house alone. She was gonna belong! Everything she'd lost-her baby boy and her husband-were being replaced. She was so happy she couldn't stand it.
Frankie went on to tell her that his dad had bought a ring and everything. It was a gold band.
That gold band meant the end of her lonely life! She cried and sobbed. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably!
Frankie came over to her licking the cookie crumbs off his young lips. He tried to console her. Awkwardly he hugged her to his lean body. He stood by her as she stayed sat on the kitchen chair.
She buried her face in his loose-fitting shirt and cried it wet. She sobbed that she was so happy!
Tears streamed down the child's face, too.
She nuzzled against the child's chest and one button came undone on his shirt. She felt the smooth warmness of his bare skin. Her clit flicked and her hole throbbed. She had truly missed this child's fuckin' prick!
SHE FELT HIS LONG, SLENDER PETER PRESS AGAINST HER FULL, JUTTING TITS! OH, HOW SHE WANTED HIS DICK! SHE CRAVED HIS THROBBING COCK! SHE TINGLED WITH LUST AND WICKED, VILE PASSION FOR THIS FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD LAD! HIS INVITING PRICK-HIS LUSCIOUS JUICE-HIS PRECIOUS NUTS ... HIS FUCK! SHE WANTED HIM TO STUFF HER HOLE FULL OF THICK, HOT, BURNING, PIERCING COCK!
SHE WANTED TO SUCK HIS BLOOD-FILLED PENIS! SHE ADORED MASHING HER FACE AGAINST HIS SUPER SMOOTH NUTS! SHE WANTED TO TASTE HIS YOUNG, VIRILE CUM!
HER VAGINAL MUSCLES CLAMPED TIGHTLY AS IF ON HIS SLENDER, LONG, PENETRATING PRICK!
SHE HAD TO FUCK THIS CHILD NO MATTER WHAT! EVEN IF IT MEANT THE END OF HER AND BEN! SHE CRAVED, LUSTED, DESIRED, HAD TO HAVE HIS FUCKIN' STICK!
As Frankie stood beside her frying to console her, she kissed the bare flesh that was where his shirt was parted. The dear child's chest was so smooth and hot. No tangled mass of hair came between her and the slim, young skin. She pushed his shirt up from hanging over his jeans and kissed her slobbery, wetness all over the shaking child's belly.
"We shouldn't be doing ... this...." the lad managed to get out.
"I know ... I know ... but I can't help it ... I need you so badly...."
"OHHHHHHHHHH, GOD, I'M GONNA FUCK MY MOTHER AGAIN!" he moaned.
"HMMMMMMMMMMM, and so good a motherfucker you are!"
Jane encircled his skinny hips with her arms and buried her face against his hard gut.
Frankie protested. If it wasn't for the fact she was gonna marry his dad, he'd love to screw the shit out of her. He had so many times before, and he thought it wouldn't make any difference if he did fuck her now, but he'd changed his mind! It did matter, and he wasn't gonna screw his father's wife and his mother any more!
Jane begged the lad for one more ballin'. He said a definite "no". She felt his hard, beating crotch and smiled wickedly. She knew he was having a hellova time saying he wouldn't fuck! If she kept working on him, he had to give in ... for just one more time! She had herself convinced that if she could screw the boy just once more, she'd never bother him again! After all, he liked fuckin' just as much as she did!
She couldn't understand why all of a sudden he had a conscience.
She kissed down the front of his jeans blowing her hot breath against his fly. She burned right through the thick, rough material to his rock-hard prick.
Frankie backed off and said he wasn't about to fuck!
Jane let him go and said he had her all hot and ready!
Frankie said he hadn't done anything to make her hot.
She said for him to feel in her slit if he didn't believe her.
Frankie said "No!"
She let him back off and she went to the kitchen sink where a bowl of fruit stood in its stemmed bowl. She took long, fat banana from the choice of fruit and held it up in front of Frankie. She told him it was his fault what she was about to do! Did he wanna change his mind?
He shook his head and watched her closely. He had an idea what she was gonna do, but he'd never seen it done before and he was thoroughly engrossed!
She slipped her tight jeans off and let them drop to the floor. She tore her blouse off and her bra fell in the heap of clothes, too.
Her naked body looked so inviting to the eager youngster, but he clutched his crotch and backed away a little more.
"OH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE! STAY AND WATCH A FRUSTRATED LADY FUCK HERSELF WITH A BANANA! YOU JUST KEEP YOUR PRICK TO YOURSELF! WATCH ME CUM ALL OVER THIS HARD, STUPID BANANA WHEN IT COULD BE YOUR HOT, BURNING, DELICIOUS PENIS THAT PUMPS AROUND IN MY CLUTCHING HOLE! I GOTTA FUCK! AND THE BANANA GETS IT! YOU WATCH!"
Frankie backed up against the far wall and held tightly to his pulsating prick in his tight pants. His young chest heaved as he saw Jane, his mother, plank her butt on the kitchen table and lean back resting her heels on the edge of the circular table. She spread her thighs wide apart, separating her hairy snatch. Her pink, marshy labia sparkled of wetness. Her puffy lips cried to him! He could almost feel the slippery, wet softness of the creases surrounding her clutching, spasming hole. He licked his tongue like he used to flick her clit.
Jane humped her hips and gyrated her ass on the table top. She took her banana and snubbed it to her greasy, well-oiled hotbox. Slowly she pushed the thick, yellow banana into her clasping tube! It was difficult to get the long, yellow thing in. She worked the fruit back and forth to get it lubricated by her juices. The banana was spiraled around and around in her cuntal mouth to get all her juices and loosen up her clamping muscles. She pushed again and the thing only went in a couple of inches!
"Damn!" she said pulling the stupid thing out of her cunt.
The fruit smelled of her womanly juices and gleamed with wetness. But not enough! She went to the refrigerator and stuck the long, yellow thing into a jar of salad dressing and brought it back out dripping of white, thick mayonnaise.
She spread her legs and stuffed the tip of the greasy fruit up her grabbing tunnel. She eased the thing up ... up ... up!
She got to her knees in front of Frankie and told him to put his face down on the floor where he could see what she was doing to the banana. She held the banana securely against the floor with her hand and lowered her crack onto the fruit until it was crammed flush with her flaming skin! She had pushed and sucked the banana up into her tube.
She got up to her knees and sat back on one leg. The other leg was bent out in front of her.
Frankie looked closely and saw only the tip of yellow at her cuntal mouth which was smeared with the thick, white salad dressing. He was horrified that the banana might get stuck up her hole! Then what?
She pushed with her stomach muscles and the greasy banana eased slowly out of her furnace. Just as it was about to fall out completely, she jabbed the cold thing back into her tube.
One good thing about the banana, its being so cold cooled her hot cunt! She had time to enjoy the fuckin' she gave herself. She felt the cold, thick, yellow thing creep up her tunnel and be pushed back down! It slipped so good! It was a tight fit, but the easing, cold salad dressing made the banana fuck delicious! Just like a man creaming his prick, yet the banana stayed hard and a man didn't! Her torridly hot tube slowly heated the banana as it slipped in and out.
Jane felt herself tingle with wicked excitement as she put on her sexual show for the young boy! She watched him twitch and clutch his hard pole. His rotating hips humped and ground into the air as he watched her plunge the banana in and out of her tube.
"You'll watch me play with myself and your cock is hard and ready to go, so why won't you fuck me? What's the difference?" she said with sweat pouring off her body.
She lay back on the kitchen floor and stabbed the banana back and forth into her hole. The stiff thing felt so good sliding in and out of her squashing, slippery, smelly hole! Not as good as the young dick that Frankie was clutching to cut off the spray of jism into his pants. She wiggled the yellow thing around and smashed it into her gurgling, bubbling hole. With every stab, she made sure the thick, yellow banana whipped past and tipped her fluttering clit. She felt the mounting passion of orgasm pound through her body! Her fingers slipped on the juice and salad dressing as she continued to pump her hole! She tingled passionately as she watched the young boy with his glazed eyes glued to her pumped hole!
She raised her hips to meet the plunging banana and swirled her ass. Her jutting titties bounced. She moaned and shot off her load onto the jabbing banana!
"AAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" She moaned, cumming and screaming.
Her hole bubbled over with hot juice which mixed with the soured salad dressing. The odor was atrocious! She clamped her legs tightly together and laid there and shook through her orgasm with the thick banana stuck tightly in her tube!
Frankie grabbed his tough crotch and ran out the front door!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jane tossed on her bed with the banana stuck in her hole! She wondered if she'd lost her fourteen-year-old fucker forever. Just because he'd said his dad was gonna ask her to marry him, was that any reason for the child to refuse to ball her? Ben hadn't asked her yet!
She probably wouldn't even see Ben for quite a while since he did most of his vice work at night. That meant he'd sleep away most of the day and might drop in about dinner time for a bite to eat or a quick screw or both! Then she'd be alone all evening, probably every evening.
Maybe that wasn't what she wanted! Even if he did ask her to marry him, he'd be gone most of the time. That's not what she wanted! The only way it'd work would be if every night while Ben was gone, she and young Frankie could get it on. From the fact that Frankie had run out of her house and refused to fuck with her, the prospects weren't too hot! Maybe the kid'd change his mind after they spent several evenings at home alone together!
Her plan was to marry Ben and fuck the shit outta him every chance she got and when he was gone, fuck the hell outta his son.
She adored a young, hard screw from her adopted, fourteen-year-old son! He had such a delicious prick and such fine sweet cum!
And Ben, her soon-to-be husband, couldn't be beat when it came to blow jobs and sere win' in general! He was one fine asshole fucker and clit licker!
She loved them both and her life would be perfect if she could get them both to cooperate! Frankie was giving her trouble, though. He'd most likely change. She'd run around the house naked all the time Ben was gone. Could the child resist seeing a naked lady at meal time, at television time, and all the rest of the time? She'd drive that kid wild! She'd sit so her crack was wide-spread and enticing. She'd flick her own boobs across the table from him. She'd finger-bang herself while she talked to him about his school work. Oh, she'd do everything to make him want to ball! If she didn't have the child to substitute for Ben's prick while he was at work, the marriage wouldn't work. Or was Ben the substitute? Anyway she figured it, she had to have both the father and the son to mess around with. One guy just wouldn't make it.
And now all of a sudden, Frankie was playing the puritanical son! What the shit was the matter with that kid? She and Frankie'd had such good times fuckin' around ... and now he was callin' it quits just because of his dad!
Maybe it wasn't just because of his dad. Frankie had fucked her well knowing he wanted her for a mother. Did the child have other interests like some little bitch his own age? That didn't need to interfere with her and the child. So what if he had a girl friend? The little shit probably wouldn't fuck with Frankie, anyway!
Jane tried to remember how old she'd been when she first fucked. Certainly not that young! So Frankie could put the make on some chick his own age and still not get a piece of ass, and then he'd come crawling back to her and her warm, loving cunt!
What if the child was loyal to his dad and there was no other girl? Jane knew she could break him. She'd simply go into his bedroom at night while he was asleep and suck his cock! He'd wake up with his prick in her mouth and he surely couldn't fight that!
She did have to find out what the shit was the matter with Frankie. She didn't wanna lose his love. He was like her own son! She couldn't stand to live in the same house with him and not fuck him.
She knew she'd have to let the boy go eventually, but if by marrying his dad that meant a premature ending to her relationship with the young boy, forget it. The way things were now, she had them both. Maybe she ought to just leave things as they were.
She tossed and turned feeling the coolness of her flowered sheets against the nakedness of her warm body. With her every turn she was very conscious of the stiff banana shoved up her tight hole.
The banana was a constant reminder of a hard cock. She didn't intend to go through life without somebody's hard prick shoved up her hole most of the time! She wondered if she was a pervert. She'd gone so long without a peter in her hole and now she couldn't live without sex! She did have to be careful that by marrying Ben she wouldn't be cutting off all other prospects. That would be sort a dull. Just one dick ... when she could have the kid's and if she felt like it, others!
Maybe marriage wasn't the answer she thought it'd be! She'd have to give it a lot of thought before she said a definite yes. What'd Ben think if he came home from vicing it up and found his wife with a banana up her cunt? She was sure he wouldn't go for that! It'd be a cut to his masculinity!
She'd been a free soul for so long, maybe she couldn't take being told what to do and when to do it and how to do it!
She had to talk to Frankie. That was at the top of her list.
Her mind went around and around thinking of this and that. She grew tired of trying to figure out what was gonna happen ... IF....
She dozed off to sleep. She slept a fretful sleep with dreams that haunted her. In one dream young Frankie had his hard, stiff prick waving high in the air and he was going to fuck her, except some strange power kept pulling him back and away from her sobbing hole. She reached for the young boy and he reached back ... but he was pulled away. His cock dripped of his lubricating juices and her hole was crying and clutching for his stiff rod! He was pulled back, back, and away. The lad cried and Jane tried to get to him, but another power held her motionless and she couldn't get her young lover!
A stream of naked girls walked back and forth between Frankie and Jane. The young girls all looked longingly at Frankie's hard prick and gave Jane a nasty look. First one teenage girl climbed onto the youngster's dick and bounced gleefully and then another. Frankie's hard pecker couldn't be knocked down as girl after girl climbed on, dripping from her young hole. Frankie gave each one of them a hard thump and humped each one until they screamed their orgasm ... but his cock stayed hard and full of blood. The veins stuck out rigidly. Even from the short distance, Jane could see his rigidness and her belly contracted with desire and her vaginal opening spasmed jealously! Her heart broke and she cried and sobbed for her young lover!
Each girl looked at Jane and hollered nasties at her.
"Old lady!"
"Wrinkled cunt!"
"Your face looks like an old prune! Bet your hole is so stretched you'd lose his young, hard prick in all those old, crinkled wrinkles!"
"Why don't you let him go?"
"You're TOO OLD FOR THIS GUY! YOU'RE AN OLD, OLD LADY! FRANKIE'S YOUNG AND SEXY! LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO ... LET HIM GO...."
"OLD HAG! LOOK IN THE MIRROR!"
"THERE'S AN OLD MAN FOR YOU ... THE ONE WITH THE CANE! OLD HAG!"
Jane looked at the old man approaching and it was Ben. His cane was a long, dangling prick that propped him up as he walked on bowed, rickety legs. His white hair bristled wildly from his wrinkled head. His fingers hung onto his penis cane and looked like they were crippled with some disfiguring disease. His whole body was wrecked out!
What had happened to Ben? He was old and wrinkled and flabby....
She looked in the mirror that appeared mysteriously in her hand and gasped in honor! She looked like an old witch with a wart on her nose. She did resemble a prune with all the deep set wrinkles and fly away, white hair. Her boobs hung to her waist and her snatch hair was white!
The old man, Ben, came closer to her and his whang was out of his pants. It was dangling and wrinkled. He muttered something about fucking her with his flabby piece of meat!
She looked at him and then at young Frankie with all those young girls jumping up and down on his young, hard, stiff whang!
She reached for Frankie and Ben dragged her off by the old, coarse, long, white hair. She cried and sobbed for her young lover.
The girls snarled and hissed at her. "CRAZY OLD PERVERT! OLD WRINKLED PRUNE! YOU CAN'T FUCK OUR YOUNG FRANKIE! GET YOUR SMELLY OLD HOLE OUTTA HERE! GO SCREW THAT OLD MAN ... GET YOUR WRINKLED ASSHOLE OUTTA HERE! PERVERT! WICKED, VILE, OLD LADY! CRAZY WOMAN!"
Jane tugged against Ben with her wrinkled, age spotted arms. She cried as he dragged her off ... away ... away from young Frankie. She looked back to her young lover and it was as if he'd forgotten her! He smiled and humped all the young women with the long, flowing hair. He pinched titties and sucked nipples as he bounced the young, slender, smooth-skinned chicks up and down on his constantly hard whang!
Jane knew he'd forgotten her! All she had was snaggle-toothed Ben. He wanted to fuck her but try as he would, he couldn't get a hard-on! So he decided to eat her hot box!
She screamed in terror knowing his snaggled teeth would rip and tear her slit. Some of his teeth were missing and the rest were rotted black! She felt him snort into her dry slit. She'd lost her power to cream up her hole! His teeth weren't gonna slide around! They were gonna rip into her tender, old, wrinkled, leakless hole! She cried!
She woke up and sat up in bed with a jerk! Tears ran down her face and her heart beat furiously! Her hole was sore from the shoved in banana ... not snaggly teeth! She looked at her arms and they weren't age-spotted. The nightmare had seemed so real!
She laid back down and tried to control her panic-filled body. She didn't believe in dreams. This one haunted her, though. It seemed so real! There was a point to it, she knew.
Was it her subconscious trying to tell her to let go of the young boy and marry the man her own age?
Screw her subconscious! SHE'D FUCK THE FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD FOR AS LONG AS SHE COULD! SHE'D SCREW HIS DAD, TOO! FUCK THE DREAM WORLD! TO HELL WITH THE YOUNG CHICKS! SHE COULD DO NO MORE FOR FRANKIE THAN ALL THE YOUNG GIRLS IN THE WORLD! SHE KNEW HOW HE LIKED HIS COCK SUCKED! SHE'D SWALLOWED HIS HOT, YOUNG CUM LOTS OF TIMES! SHIT ON THE YOUNG ONES! THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEIR ASSES FROM HOLES IN THE GROUND! SHE WAS PERFECTLY ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF BEN AND FRANKIE WITH FUCKIN' AND COCKSUCKIN' AND ASS-BLOWIN'. SO SHIT! SHIT ON THE NIGHTMARE! SHIT ON YOUNG GIRLS! SHIT ON THE WHOLE COCK-FUCKIN' WORLD!
She heard a knock on the front door.
She ripped the yellow banana out of her tight hole and laid it on the bed. She grabbed her lavender, quilted robe and pulled it on over her naked body as she walked to the door.
There was Ben.
She motioned him inside and she sat on the couch and he next to her. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked out the window. It was gray and she couldn't tell in her sleepy state whether it was evening or morning. Her nightmare still had her upset and confused. Had she slept all night? Or just an hour or so?
Ben hugged her to him and slipped his hand inside her robe and massaged her full, round tits.
He kissed her tenderly and caressed down her hips.
"I love you," he said between wet, open-mouthed kisses.
Jane melted into his arms and creamed her slit. Why wonder about anything? Ben was here holding her and he wasn't old and feeble.
"Ben? What time is it?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just got off work a little while ago. Must be a little after six," he said nuzzling into her hair and kissing her forehead.
"What're you doing over here? Why aren't you home sleeping?"
"I thought I'd take you out for breakfast...."
The sun hit them both right in the eyes as he drove east in the early morning light.
"I know this nice place...."
Ben drove on and on by the hours.
Jane protested that she was hungry and where the hell was he goin', anyway? She squirmed uncomfortably after the hours of driving. She didn't really care where they were going since she had nothing to do anyway. Her curiosity did flare. She loved Ben so much that she knew he wasn't gonna take her any place bad ... but she did wonder!
They went past the turn-off where they had gone for the weekend in the desert and kept on going. The next possible place to go would be up into the mountains to the ski lodge. When he drove past that turn-off, the next place was a small town down in the valley on the other side. The town didn't have any place special that she could think of. Maybe he was gonna turn north and go to Palm Springs. That was a little expensive for breakfast! He didn't turn.
Shit! He was headed for Arizona! This was a novel experience. She'd be up to eating a horse by the time they crossed the border. She settled back and closed her eyes. She wasn't used to getting up so early and she knew Ben hadn't slept all night. He'd been out doing his thing for the vice squad. Why in the hell did he wanna go so far for breakfast when they could have gone someplace in town?
He was talking to her as she lay back with her eyes closed. He said Frankie thought so much of her.
Ben was rattling on and on about how Frankie needed a mother and he needed somebody to love. He found who he wanted to love and would be a good mother for his son. He had her!
She said he needed somebody to clean and cook for him, too, and why didn't he hire a live-in maid? She could take care of the house and his needs and those of his son.
Ben slapped her on the thigh and told her to knock it off. If he wanted a maid he'd hire one! She was just being sarcastic.
She rolled her head and looked at Ben and smiled. She knew she was being bitchy. She always was when she was being kidnapped at such an early hour. Why couldn't he pick a more convenient time to play games?
Ben said he wasn't playing ... he meant business!
She nodded her head and said, "Sure, sure."
They came to the border inspection station and Ben stopped the car for the inspector. When the uniformed officer asked if they had any fruit to declare, Jane said only the guy driving the car!
Ben didn't think that was very funny and neither did the officer.
Jane thought it was hilarious!
Ben gave her hell when they got through the border station.
He drove to a neat hotel and stopped the car. "Oh, neat! Not even time for a nooner and you're registering at a hotel?" she said sarcastically.
"Listen, dumb shit, why don't you just shut up awhile?"
"Why don't you get your shit together, man?"
"Wait here."
"What the hell do you think I'm gonna do, walk home? You took the keys. If you're not careful, man, I'm gonna have you arrested for taking an innocent girl like me across the border!"
"And if you're not careful, I'm gonna arrest you for resisting arrest. I might even get around to handcuffing you.
Now just sit there and shut up!"
"I'm hungry. You invited me for breakfast, and so far all I got outta the deal is bunions on my ass."
Ben left her in the car and went into the plush motel and registered for the two of them. He came back out and dragged her from the car. They went into the fancy restaurant and ordered breakfast.
Jane looked across the table at him and smiled at him.
"You're really a dumb shit, you know?" she asked.
"Directly after we eat, I'm taking you to jail," he said.
"For what?" she asked.
This whole situation was getting a little ridiculous! She had to laugh at Ben.
They ate their bacon and eggs and sipped on coffee.
"On what grounds are you taking me to jail?" she asked.
He explained to her that she was a loose woman that had left her home state, crossed the state line with a strange man, had registered in a motel so early in the morning and planned to fuck around all day and night while leaving her son at home alone! Deserting her son and skipping the state to screw was enough!
She said one thing she had to agree with was that she was with a very strange man.
They both laughed and chatted through breakfast.
When they left the restaurant, Ben took out his handcuffs and slapped them on her.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" she said giggling.
"Taking you to jail," he said seriously. "It's the only way to make an honest woman outta you."
"What in the shit are you talkin' about?" she said as he opened the car door for her and helped her inside.
He went around the car and got in and drove off.
Jane protested that she was slightly uncomfortable with her hands behind her. She had a shit-fit when he drove up to the Yuma Territorial Prison!
"Come on, Ben. Undo these-damn things!" she pleaded.
He got out of the car and helped her out.
Jane pleaded that there were people around and they'll all wonder what the hell was going on. Even though the prison was only a historical landmark now and had no prisoners, what would the tourists think if he dragged her in there in handcuffs? They'd lock him up! He had to be crazy! His game was gettin' out of hand. She'd die of embarrassment! She begged him to let her out of the metal cuffs!
He laughed and led her through the pay gate and into the museum part of the prison. He led her straight through to the prisoners' recreation yard and onto the old, clinky cells. He took her through the high, metal gate at the end of the cell block and onto an individual cell. He took her inside the cell and clanked "the heavy door shut behind them.
"Now, do you ever intend to go straight?" he asked her. "Damn you, Ben, I'm gonna kill you if I ever get outta these cuffs!"
"Now, young lady, that's no way to talk to an arresting officer. I know too much about you and your nasty affairs. I know for a fact you have orgies on the desert and fuck around ... even with the arresting officer. That could be considered a bribe. You are in big trouble! And now you threaten to kill the arresting officer. How malicious! I could have you sent up for years!" He smirked a crooked smile at her.
"It wasn't a threat! It's a promise! Ben, look at all those people out there looking at us. They think you're nuts, and so do I. What'n the hell are you trying to prove?"
Jane turned away from the gaping people and then her handcuffs were in full view to all the people watching. She told Ben she was gonna die of embarrassment if he didn't knock it off!
The people standing at the cell door entrance laughed and snickered. There were comments from "What did she do?" to "I'd give her life!"
Ben said since she had no idea of being rehabilitated, he'd have to go and get the chaplin to say a few words before she was sentenced ... forever!
He left her in the cell and told the people at the heavy iron cell door not to let her out!
Jane sat down in the corner and wasn't sure what'n the hell he was up to.
Ben returned with a man of the cloth. They both entered the cell. They stood over her and Ben explained the situation to the chaplin.
The chaplin shook his head. It was a shame that such a young woman was gonna spend the rest of her life behind bars. There was only one solution to the whole thing.
Jane had to laugh. She got quite hysterical about the whole thing.
The chaplin looked sternly at her and said she was certainly in no position to laugh. This was a very serious matter!
Ben helped her up off the dirt floor and brushed off her butt. He told her how bad it'd be to spend her life in this cold, dark, damp prison for the rest of her life. Most people didn't live too long in here when the prison was in actual use. The snakes crawled in the cells and since it was in the middle of the desert, the snakes weren't the friendly type. Then, too, the food wasn't too good. And now since there wasn't even a kitchen any more, the food would be worse ... NONE! Where there used to be grouchy guards at the prison, because they didn't like being out there in the hot desert any more than the prisoners, the guards were likely to be abusive to the prisoners. Now there weren't any guards so she probably wouldn't even get her daily walks in the prison yard. Oh, she was in a bad position.
The chaplin had said there was one way out.
Jane was laughing hysterically! She knew Ben had a sense of humor. He had to or else his work would drive him bananas. She wasn't sure it hadn't!
She tried to get the words out, but she was laughing too hard. She wanted to know what the alternative was?
The chaplin stood her beside Ben and hauled out a Bible.
Ben unlocked one hand cuff ... her right one. He clamped the loose one onto his right arm.
The chaplin began
"DUE TO THE SERIOUSNESS OF THIS CASE ... AND THE FACT THIS YOUNG WOMAN IS TOO YOUNG TO BE LEFT OUT HERE AT THE MERCY OF THE WILD LIFE THAT LIVES IN THE DESERT ... I, BEING THE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE ONE SUPREME JUDGE, GOD, DO HEREBY SENTENCE THIS YOUNG WOMAN TO LIFE PROBATION TO THIS MAN. SHE MUST PROMISE TO OBEY HIM AT ALL TIMES AND COMMIT NO NASTIES...."
Jane looked up at Ben. "You gotta be outta your head!"
Ben looked down at her with his beautiful, brown, warm eyes. He whispered into her ear and said that he loved her and would she marry him?
Jane quit laughing and kissed him warmly on the mouth.
The chaplin went on ... "DEARLY BELOVED...."
Ben took the gold band from his pocket and slipped it on her finger.
Tears came to Jane's eyes and she kissed him tenderly. She loved him so much. He was a little weird about this whole thing, but she loved him so that didn't count!
After the ceremony in the tiny cell, she asked to have the hand cuffs removed and he said not until he got her into bed!
Everyone at the cell door hooped and hollered and opened the door to let the newly married couple out.
Jane was astonished at what she saw! In the prisoners rec yard a long table with the white table cloth was smack in the middle. A huge wedding cake topped with a cop with a big gold badge and a bride with a long, flowing, striped, prison dress. The couple were handcuffed together.
All the people that had stood by the cell door were in on the shindig. They were all fellow officers who worked with Ben. Even Frankie was there!
A band was stuck over in the corner and the reception began!
Jane and Ben danced the first dance. It was rather difficult with the handcuffs. Jane said softly in his ear that she'd kill him if it wasn't for the fact she loved him so much!
He asked her if she was sorry it wasn't a church wedding with the wedding dress and flowers and all.
She laughed and said no. This would be a wedding to top all! She would never forget this impressive event! She snuggled close to her new husband and danced with him.
Other couples joined in. The punch flowed and the music blared! Laughter filled the air. Happiness abounded everywhere.
Jane cut the first piece of wedding cake and fed it to her new husband. She thought her heart would burst with happiness! This was the most wonderful day of her life.
She had a husband and a loving son! No more loneliness!
What more appropriate place for a cop to get married than in a prison ... even if the Yuma Territorial Prison was only a landmark now for tourists.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jane and Ben went back to their motel after all the festivities at the prison were over. She sat in the car snuggled close to the man she'd just married.
She had tingled at vowing to be on probation for the rest of her life to the vice cop. How in the world did Ben have time to plan it all out? The reception had been perfect to the last detail. The punch had even been spiked and she felt a little tipsy.
They arrived at the beautiful motel and she slid out of the car on his side ... due to the cuffs.
"Hey, babe, when're you gonna take these things off?" she asked.
"When I get the prisoner to my room and I know she isn't gonna escape."
Jane smiled. She had no intention of leaving his side! She did wonder what people in the motel were going to say, but she didn't really give much of a damn. She had her man ... or he had her, whatever.
They went into the room Ben had reserved for them. Jane was thrilled! She'd always wanted to sleep on a water bed and there in the middle of the huge room was the biggest water bed she'd ever seen!
At least nobody from his department could hang bells from under the springs and hear them ring whenever he humped her! They could fuck quietly on the rippling tide of the swaying water. They were all a good group of people. They hadn't tied stuff to the car or in any way caused them trouble ... except when she was in the cell back at the Yuma Territorial Prison. That had all been in fun!
Right now she didn't feel funny. She was full of love and desire for this man and her most important wish was to get into bed and be rocked on the water bed by his humping of her hot, squishy hole.
She and Ben sat on the side of the water bed and kissed passionately. She fell back on the bed dragging him with her. She could hardly wait to get out of her clothes and let the good times roll!
She felt Ben crawl on top of her to the best of his ability. He snuggled between her legs and with his hand still clamped to hers, took off his pants and hers. He smashed his hard dick to her slobbering tube and rammed his cock securely into her torridly hot, bubbling hole. He humped her with all the might he could muster! His hot balls swacked into her clenching, spasming tunnel crack. She felt extra hot and soft to him and he pushed her blouse up to kiss her jutting tits. He nuzzled and nipped on her pink rosebuds. His tender cockhead felt tingly and his stem beat and thumped with desire!
"OH, HONEY, YOU FUCK SO GOOD! YOUR PRICK IS SO HARD AND HOT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE THE SMELL OF YOUR STICK IN MY HOLE! THE SOUNDS OF SLOSHING THAT YOU MAKE ME DO! BITCHIN'. I NEVER CREAMED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE! I LOVE YOUR HARD PRICK ... JAMMING ... PLUNGING ... DIGGING ... OH, MY GOD! I LOVE YOU! YOU FUCK SOOOOO GOOD!" she screamed.
His soft skinned balls swacked into her sloshy ass slit as he whammed and thumped her seething, bubbling cunt. His breath came heavier with every mighty slug of cock! His mouth was all over her titties and neck. He nibbled and nipped on her earlobes. He squashed his tongue into her ear and deadened every sound except the sloshing of his spit!
She humped her pelvis to meet his every solid thump of whang! Her clit shook with delight!
IN ... OUT ... IN ... OUT ... IN ... OUT!
Her passion mounted as her womanly smells made her nostrils flare! She felt his pulsating organ penetrate deeply into her vagina bump against her uterus. It seemed that his blood-gorged pecker plunged clear up to her gut! She put one leg up over his shoulder to get the full, beating, pounding, pummeling effect of his jack-hammering peter!
The slopping sounds of his walloping prick as it pushed in and retracted slightly thrilled her. She felt gentle drippings of her juices ooze out of her cock-stuffed tube and drip down her slimy crack to puddle at her asshole.
Ben held her one leg up over his shoulder as he crouched on his knees trying to maintain his balance on the sloshing, gurgling tide of the water bed. His other hand went to her asshole and poked. He had to drag her hand with his due to the metal cuffs. His finger poked and plunged into her tight button and he wiggled his working finger around in her tight, wet anus. He felt through the thin skin that separated her anus from her vagina and felt his own ram-rod as it pushed and flexed inside her flaming hole!
"DAMN! SON OF A BITCH!" he said, trying to maneuver with her hand clamped to his.
HE HEAVED HIS PELVIS PUSHING HIS HOT, PIERCING PRICK INTO HER TORRIDLY DRIPPING, MARSHY VAGINA' HE HUMPED HER STEADILY AND SWACKED HIS SWINGING NUTS INTO HER ASSCRACK!
She moaned her happiness. She sweat a good, wholesome, delicious sweat under the pressure of his steady, solid fuck!
"GOOOOOOD FUCK! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR PRICK! I LOVE YOUR SMACKING BALLS! FEELS SOOOOO FINE! KEEP IT UP! FUCK THE HELL OUTA ME! STUFF YOUR FINGERS UP MY ASSHOLE! FEELS SO BITCHIN'. I LOVE IT! OH, BEN, YOU'RE SOOOO GOOD! I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO EAT YOUR COCK!"
Ben wiggled his ass. He jerked violently! His prick shot off his hot, heavy, thick cream into her clutching, grabbing land of paradise.
She was right with him and cried her happy orgasm....
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE...."
She gyrated her hips and clamped her knees tightly to her husband's pelvis to hold him tightly in place.
"HHHHMMMMMMM ... OOOHHHHHHH ... AAAAHHHHHH...." she moaned.
Her belly contracted pushing her pelvis up tightly against his steadily shooting penis. She loved the feel of hot, smooth cum as it shot into her hole and eventually oozed out of her hole around his withering, soggy prodder. The feel of smelly, thick cream dripping down her crack to her asshole made her feel so satisfied!
Ben lay on top of her with his weight resting on his elbows and knees like every gentleman should so as not to knock the wind out of his chick. He looked at the dumb cuffs.
The sloshing of the waves in the water bed slowly subsided as the mad humping quit. Now the gentle ripples of water almost lulled them both to sleep except Ben was quite angry that he hadn't taken the cuffs off of both of them before the fuckin' had begun.
He reached for his pants with his free hand and dragged them up on the bed. He draped them across Jane's naked breasts to hold them with his cuffed hand while his free hand felt for the key.
"GODDAMNED SONS A BITCHES! THOSE BASTARDS TOOK THE KEY! SHIT ON A STICK! WAIT 'TIL I GET AHOLD OF SOMEBODY! SHIT! NOW I CAN'T EVEN TAKE A LEAK WITHOUT YOU! SHIT!"
"We're just prisoners of love," she said and laughed.
The bed sloshed as she rolled around on it.
"We can't even get out of our clothes. Do you know how we could? And if we did, we'd have a hellish time getting back into them! What if there was a fire?"
"The only fire, baby, would be in my cunt and you can splash that out with your cum!" She laughed and giggled.
Ben sat up on the sloshing bed and felt rocked as his butt planked on the gentle waves beneath him. "Shit!"
"I think it's a little late to find a saw shop open tonight," she said.
He nodded.
"You got a gun. Shoot the damned things off!"
"No way."
"Well, then, baby, love me single-handedly."
"Goddamn it! I'm right handed. Now I gotta finger your crack with my left hand! Damn it to hell! This makes me mad!"
"Come on, honey. We'll just do the best we can. We can't let handcuffs ruin our honeymoon!"
Ben scratched his dark head. "I wonder if any of those bastards are still in town or if they all went back?"
Jane said she thought they all said they were goin' to go back that night. Some of them had to go to work. Ben must know which of them had what shift.
He pulled his pants over his limp dingus and helped her do the same. He left the plush motel room dragging his bride with him.
Jane protested all the way. She said the guys were trying to be funny and if Ben did find out who had the key, they wouldn't tell him ... or if they did, they'd still keep the key! She thought the best thing to do was go back into the motel and spend the night the best they could and the next morning get the cuffs pounded off. That'd take the starch outta their little prank!
"And cost me a new pair of cuffs, plus telling them down at headquarters? God, everybody'd have an ass attack laughing about it!"
"So what?"
Ben hugged her close and said she wasn't a laughing matter to him, that he adored her.
Jane melted at his loving words. She pleaded with him to come back inside with her. She tongued his open mouth and pressed her jutting titties against his manly chest. She said that if this was the worst life was going to hand them, they really had it made ... if they could laugh, and it was funny!
Ben had to agree so they went back inside and bounced their butts on the water bed. Ben reached to the bedside table and flicked the light on low. Jane's dark, curly hair looked beautiful against the gold satin sheet as it rippled with the movement of the water underneath.
She asked if they should attempt a shower? Might prove interesting. Besides after all the stomping around at the Yuma Territorial Prison, her feet were just short of black!
They examined their hands and laughed as they rolled on the bed causing a minor tidal wave. The sheets glimmered and shined in the dim light on the rolling waves. Together they tried to get undressed. His shirt came off of him and was pulled down his arm, up hers and off of her. Hers went just the opposite. Her bra wound up going over his arm, until they discovered it was easier to unhook the straps.
They both sat naked on the smooth sheets and looked at each other! She appeared ravishing to him. Her dark snatch curled provocatively between her legs and her jutting tits seemed to invite his hot mouth.
She adored the way his super hard prick stood at attention against his hairy belly with his cockhead beating and throbbing! Her feet might be dirty, but his cockhead could a been covered with ten inches of mud and she'd a licked through to get a taste of his lovely organ!
She leaned to his crotch and whipped her hot, wet tongue around and around his pulsating prickhead. She tipped across his hard, beating tear drop opening and pushed her tongue into his delicious, little pee hole!
Ben shuddered with delight as he watched her head bob around his crotch. He sat with his legs wide spread to give her all the room she wanted since he loved her sucking his cock! Her hot mouth bathed his precious organ in her spit. Her curly hair mixed with his thick, coarse hair that surrounded his prick and curled up his gut to his belly button. That hair met his hair on his chest. It seemed that her fevered face was lost in a jungle of tangled, matted hair. Hair being everywhere, she still found his smooth-skinned prick and lapped up one side and down the other taking special care to nip and nibble on the underside of his thick hard-on. Her moist, buring mouth capped his pounding, veined stick and slid down ... down ... down ... slowly ... inch by lovely inch until she had taken all she could take into her mouth. SHE SUCKED ON HIS BLOOD-GORGED WHANG AND WRAPPED HER FLICKING TONGUE AROUND HIS THICK STEM. SHE PRESSED HIS TENDER COCKHEAD AGAINST THE ROOF OF HER MOUTH AND SUCKED AND RELEASED ... SUCKED AND RELEASED ... TUGGED AND PULLED ... WHIPPED HER DEFT TONGUE ACROSS THE TIP OF HIS COCK AND CRADLED HIS SOFT-SKINNED NUTS IN HER WARM HANDS.
Ben moaned and fell back against the satin sheets. The water gushed from one side of the water bed to the other.
Jane stayed right on top of his delicious prick! Her one hand was out of order being cuffed to his, but the other fingered and massaged his oval rocks.-She adored pressing tenderly on one nut and sending the little oval ball against the other side of his soft skin.
Her mouth lathered his hard pecker with her boiling saliva while her tongue worked his cockhead ... back and forth and around and around! Her pink tongue dug into the soft, velvety foreskin of his rigid flesh and licked around his tough whang. His foreskin was so super soft it was unbelievable! She pressed her warm lips to the pliable foreskin and nibbled so gently on it! She adored soft, lovely, delicious foreskin that housed a hard, beating, pulsating cockhead. She worked her tongue across the top of his prick tip and down the side smothering his sturdy organ in kisses and slobber. Back up the other side to poke her tongue into his piss hole and she tasted the first of his delectable lubricating juices!
HOW DELICIOUS! HIS CUM WOULD SOON BE IN HER MOUTH! SHE SUCKED AND PULLED HIS HEATED, THUMPING COCK DEEP INSIDE HER TORRID, SEETHING, SIMMERING MOUTH TO PULL OUT HIS ONCOMING ORGASM!
HER SIMMERING, FIERY, HOT BOX DRIPPED OF HER WOMANLY JUICES AS SHE SUCKED HIS HARD PECKER! HER CLIT FLUTTERED MADLY AND HER CUNTAL MOUTH SPASMED WILDLY! HER ROTATING HIPS SMASHED AGAINST THE SHINY SHEET. HER HOT PUSSY WAS MATTED TIGHTLY WITH HER GUSHING JUICES!
HER MOUTH SLOSHED DOWN ON HIS PULSATING WHANG AND WHAM!
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" HE SHOUTED.
SHE TASTED HIS HOT, BURNING JIZZ AS HIS CUM SHOT DOWN HER MADLY SWALLOWING THROAT! SPURT AFTER SHOT OF HOT JISM FLOODED HER MOUTH AND THROAT!
She gobbled and swallowed and swished her tongue around on his peter to get all of his delicious, tasty cum. The part of his sperm that splashed out of her sucking, swallowing mouth she quickly lapped up with her flexible, whipping tongue. She didn't wanna miss a single luscious drop of his wonderful juice.
Her own slit was swamped with desirous juices and she whirlpooled her hips against the water bed.
Ben's body jerked and shook with passion as he unleashed all his gushing, flooding jism! His hand held her face tightly to his jetting organ as he humped his stiff stick to her throat!
Jane got to her knees on the sloshing, waving water and stuck her face more securely into his crotch! Her one hand was on his hairy thigh as she licked and lapped around his withering, soggy penis! Her nose brushed against his soggy, thick mat of pubic hair and her chin touched his limp, withered balls! Her mouth was all over his rubbery horn. She bathed his organ in her spit and licked all of his spent cum from his balls and prick. She ate at his crotch like a famished animal!
Ben lay spread-eagled on the gently sloshing bed while she lapped at his pelvis. He flinched every time her hot tongue flicked across his touchy cockhead! God, she was good with that mouth of hers!
He was shot! He closed his beautiful, brown, thickly lashed eyes and would a loved to go to sleep ... just for a refreshing minute, but Jane was slithering all over his hot, sweaty body. She poked her full domes in his face and he absently sucked in one of her rigid nipples.
"Come on, baby, I'm hot!" she said.
"Goddamn, Jane, wait a minute. I can't do anything for you. Shit, look at my whipped pecker!" he moaned.
"EAT MY HOLE! COME ON, MAN, SUCK MY CUNT! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP INSIDE ME AND LET ME FEEL YOU WIGGLE YOUR TONGUE AND BREATHE HOT AIR UP MY TUBE! COME ON, MAN, THAT'LL STAND THAT HARD DICK OF YOURS UP IN SHORT ORDER! THEN WE'LL FUCK AND FUCK AND FUCK AND KNOCK YOUR WHANG DOWN FLAT AGAIN!"
Her naked body slithered and slid around on his matted body hair.
Awkwardly, careful of his hand cuffed hand, he switched around to the basic sixty-niner position and crawled on top of her slimy, slick body.
She felt his hands separate her labia and she tingled at the warmth of his breath on her lower gut. She felt his hot, sweaty face move to her matted pussy.
She screamed in delight when his hot tongue burrowed into her wet, marshy slit and flick on her fluttering clit! Her hips rotated in wild, circular swirls as his face steamed to her bubbling, boiling hole.
She clutched at his dark, curly hair as he thrust his piercing, burning tongue into her tightly clamped hole!
"OH, MY GOD! THAT'S GOOD! TONGUE FUCKIN' IS SO DAMNED GOOD! I LOVE IT! SOOOO GOOOD! DO IT FOREVER! I LOVE IT!" she squealed happily as she humped her pussy up and down.
She felt his tongue in her sloppy, squishy hole plunging, digging. His nose was pressed to her asshole and the hotness from his nostrils melted into her tightly clamped rectum. His chin pressed on her flicking clit. His wonderful, hot face had her complete crotch in a tingling dither! His tongue sloshed and sucked at her gushing, slobbering tube.
He snorted and grunted in her marshy cunt crack!
The smells of his cum and her lathering juices flared her nostrils. Sounds of her own squishy slit thrilled her. He made her so sloppy and marshy! Her tender, little lovebud was smothered by his whiskery chin. The harshness of his unshaven face added thrill upon thrill as he smashed his face around in her flooded, drenched slit!
Her legs quivered and her hips humped and swirled around. Her head was dizzy with passion and her jutting titties were pressed to squashing by his flat belly. She opened her mouth and her tongue tipped his bent-back cock as he lay flat on her sweat slick body.
Ben got up on his haunches to sniff to her asshole. His hot tongue splatted flat against her tight anus. He took his tongue and spiked it to her asshole and dug in.
She tried to relax to make it easier for his rigid tongue to get into her asshole, but that was next to impossible, so she had to settle for his thick tongue rubbing and slobbering at her anus.
While he was up on his haunches, she was better able to nip on his hardening prick. She put her right hand on his smooth rocks and massaged them as his halfway hard whang hung in her face. She felt the warmness of his balls on her cheeks and she tingled as if shocked by electricity!
His right hand was under her full, round ass and clamped to her left hand as he worked her vaginal slit with his piercing, darting tongue!
"I'MMMMMMMMMM GONNNNNNAAAAAA CUUUUUUMMMMMM...." she moaned.
Ben kept his face stuck in her slobbering, flooded crack and licked and lapped as her smelly, thick jism poured out of her spasming, clenching tube! His face was bathed by her gushing juices!
"AAAAHIIEEEE!" she screamed in happy delight as her whole body bounced on the sloshing water bed. Her thighs shook as she clamped them tightly against his sucking head. Her gut contracted and she thrust her pussy up to his hot, wet mouth!
"JESUS CHRIST! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! PLEASE! STOP! GOD! BEN! QUIT FOR A MINUTE!" she hollered.
Ben acted as if he didn't hear a word she screamed at him and kept his face deep in her marshy, sloppy slit.
"OH, BENNNNN, STOP! I CANT CUM ANYMORE! GOD!"
When Ben felt like it, he moved his hot, fevered face from her swimming, gushing cunt and he fell roughly onto the bed.
The waves caused by the big man's crashing body roared back and forth under their naked bodies.
As their breathing subsided to normal, the waves diminished to tiny ripples. They were lulled to sleep by the gentleness of the rippling water under the sheet.
They slept for a short time clamped in each other's arms. Their sleep wasn't for any long length of time. Just enough to get their shit together and get ready for another spree of lovemaking. They had yet to fuck really good! Oh, they'd had the one fuck before Ben had got so mad about the handcuffs.
Jane opened her eyes and the light was still on dim. She looked around the plush room and felt all warm and glowy. He had done everything up so fine. He'd chosen a beautiful room and she'd failed to even see it, she was so horny! All she'd seen was the king-sized water bed.
Actually the rest of the room was quite beautiful but incidental. What held her interest was the mirrored ceiling! She hadn't realized she could see every move her man made just by looking up! How fantastic!
She'd paid more attention to actually looking at his body and what he was doing to her. Now, when he fucked her, she could see the rapid jabs of his pelvis in the overhead mirror. She would watch his tight, firm ass as he jack-hammered his pole into her hole!
She knew that he had picked this room especially because of the mirrors and water bed. One thing she was gonna have to get used to with Ben was that his head worked overtime and he wasn't about to stop and explain everything to her! She was gonna have to sharpen up a bit!
She rolled over to him and kissed his shoulder and down to his armpits. She loved burying her nose in his long, silky armpit hair. She licked down his side to his hip and was happy when he woke up! That was part of her plan!
"Hi," she said softly to him.
He hugged her close to his bare chest and kissed her forehead.
In the dim light she noticed that his face sparkled of dried cum and her womanly juices. He seemed almost the magical lover ... not quite a knight in shining armor, but definitely one with sparkles of love cum all over his face.
She melted with love as she looked at her man all naked and desirable on the golden, satin sheet. His dark hair, his brown eyes, his tanned body, his dark, pubic hair ... the masculine, black, curly hair that covered his body ... all except for his love organ. He was delicious! She could hardly believe she was so lucky as to have caught this big man! How absolutely wonderful!
In the back of her mind, she knew she had fringe benefits back home ... his fourteen-year-old son! Even if the child wasn't filled out in manhood, he was one damned fine screw, too. Her life was truly blessed!
Right now she wanted Ben to fuck the shit outta her! The son she'd ball when Ben was out being a vice officer. He'd be doing his thing and she'd be doing hers!
It was a beautiful world!
Probably Ben wouldn't say so what with the scum he worked with. She didn't have that problem, though. All she had was one lovely world full of fucking! How absolutely fantastic!
She did hope the day never came when Ben would catch her and his son in bed together. As she understood the law, he couldn't testify against his own wife and little Frankie never would! He loved her blow jobs too much!
Frankie was such a darling child! She adored him!
Her mind must not wander. She was here in bed with her new husband.
Ben washed her face with his sloppy tongue and then stuck his tongue deep into her mouth! He wallowed his tongue around in her slippery, stringy spit. His hands were all over her naked body!
Jane turned on her flat belly squashing her full titties against the smooth satin of the cool sheet. She felt Ben's mouth all up and down her velvety skin. She tingled until goose bumps poked out on her buns.
Ben urged her up on all fours. It was a difficult thing to do with the cuffs. His right hand was under her gut clamped to her left wrist. He hugged her hanging breasts with his under the body hand and snubbed his hard cockhead to her sloppy asshole.
"You like dog style?" he whispered hotly in her ear.
"Yeah, but it hurts a lot," she said panting.
Ben urged her to relax and spread her legs apart to spread her asscrack. He poked and pushed at her anus.
Jane breathed deeply and tried to relax her squeezing asshole. It didn't work and she felt his hard cockhead push and prod at her tightness. She collapsed on the smooth sheet and squashed his hand under her belly. The metal cuffs cut into her smooth, slick skin.
"I can't...." she moaned.
Ben was right on her ass between her legs. He knew she was wet and sloppy enough for him to get his prick into her anus if she'd only unclench her button. He was in no hurry, he'd take time ... they had all the time in the world. He pushed and poked at her tight asshole.
She felt his cockhead stretch her rectum and she flinched as he held his peter securely in her hole. She heard his soft words and felt his other hand caress her body as he gently pushed his pecker in ... in ... in.
He urged her to lay flat and relax. Once his heavy prick was passed her sphincter muscle, she'd loosen up and the ass fuck would be tight and good! He kept inching his whang up her ass tube.
She whimpered as he continued to move slowly upward into her anal canal. She couldn't move she was so shoved full of cock and it hurt!
"RELAX, BABY! I'M NOT GONNA HURT YOU! AN ASS FUCK IS ALWAYS HARD AT FIRST' YOU'VE GOT ENOUGH FLUID UP THERE TO GREASE MY COCK' RELAX. I LOVE YOU! IT'S ALL RIGHT! TAKE IT EASY...."
His penis got past her clenching muscle and it seemed to her that all the resistance was knocked out of her. She relaxed and felt the glorious punching of thick prick in and out of her tight hole. It was a good, tight fuck! She couldn't move her hips at all! Her hole was so full of tough whang that all she could do was lay there and take his ass screwing! Her anal juices flowed and soon the sliding movement of his prick was sheer joy! She felt punched clear up to her shoulder blades! Not much liquid squished outta her tube as the prick filled her so full and stretched her so tight that hardly a drop oozed out.
Jane was flat on her gut with her dark head turned to one side. Her fingers clutched at the cool sheet and she was rocked gently by his humping movements on the water bed. She was completely relaxed.
"OH, GOD! THAT'S TIGHT! YOUR ASSHOLE IS SUPER TIGHT ON MY PRICK! SO GOOD! YOU'RE SQUEEZING THE CUM RIGHT OUTTA MY STICK! YOU'RE SUCH A FINE SCREW! GOOD! MY PRICK IN YOUR ASSHOLE! GREAT! TIGHT! FANTASTIC! MY GOD! I'M GONNA CUMMMM RIGHT NOW! AAAEEEIII!"
He shot his hot, soothing jism into her asshole. He didn't jerk or clutch at all for fear of ripping her rectum and making her bleed. He held his body perfectly quiet while his jet stream of cum drenched her clasping anal passage. His hand that was under her belly felt the fearful sweat that dripped off her body.
She felt his whang wither inside her asshole and the sweet, thick cum coated her asshole. Her irritated anal passage was soothed by the heavy cream from his rubbery dong. She sighed relief and closed her eyes in perfect contentment. She had satisfied her lover, if not herself.
Ben rolled her over and kissed her face and neck and breasts. He loved her so much!
The whole night was spent from there on, with his hard, blood-gorged dick shoved into her hot, torrid furnace!
She was fucked time after time after time! She didn't know her man had it in him to get a hard-on so many times! She loved it! Her beaver was matted with the mixture of their cum and her hole was pumped and humped time and time again!
His mouth was on her titties, her nipples and at her hole! Sounds of sloshing, squishing and sloppy juices filled her ears! It was as if she was in a wonderful dream!
SSSSLLLLOOOOSSSSHHHH! SSSSPPPPLLLLUUUUTTTTEEEER!
SSSSQQQQUUUUIIIISSSSHHHH! SSSSMMMMAAAASSSSHHHH! SSSSLLLLUUUURRRRPPPP! SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKK! IN ... OUT ... IN ... OUT ... IN ... OUT!
BALLS SWACKING HER SWEAT-SLICK ASSCRACK! HIS MOUTH IN HER SLIPPERY VAGINAL HOLE! HIS TONGUE SWISHING ACROSS HER VIBRATING CLIT! HIS NOSE AND MOUTH BREATHING HEAVILY INTO HER SNATCH! HER PUSSY DRENCHED! HER ASSHOLE SLOBBERING OF CUM!
HER MOUTH ON HIS POUNDING COCK! HIS HOT, THICK JISM FLOODING HER MOUTH! SHE SWALLOWING RAPIDLY AND GOING BACK FOR MORE! HER TONGUE INSIDE HIS VELVETY FORESKIN DIGGING FOR MORE AND MORE STICKY, SMELLY CUM! HER TONGUE LICKING AT HIS ASSHOLE AND BALLS!
THEY WERE IN A FRENZIED, MAD, LUSTFUL WORLD OF FUCKING! COCKSUCKING! TONGUE PUNCHING! BLOW JOBS! THE PRECIOUS SIXTY-NINER! ALL OVER EACH OTHER IN LUSTFUL PASSION!
"FUCK ME MORE! I LOVE IT! FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... "
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jane and Ben were worn to a frazzle when they dragged their well screwed asses into his car and headed for home. The weather was hot which didn't help their tired condition.
Jane felt like she'd been riding a wide horse for two weeks as she sat on her well worked crack. She didn't think she could ever crave fucking again! Her husband had screwed her so well ... so long ... so many times! She knew his whang had to be hanging to his knees.
She rested her weary head on his shoulder for the long ride home. Usually she was concerned about the mountain road, but today she could care less if the car fell off the road and smashed into a deep canyon. She closed her eyes and slept most of the way back to the city. Her body was so weak she couldn't conjure up a fearful nerve no matter what happened. She was completely exhausted.
She was so glad she didn't believe in women's lib or she'd have to drive part of the way. She was content to let Ben have all the responsibility of the car and everything else! She didn't wanna be boss lady of anything! He was doing just fine at everything!
She had never thought it right to take away the rights of a man and reduce him to a sniveling mouse. Men were men and she thought the stronger of the two sexes. That was fine with her. She wanted her man to be a man and she had no intention of doing one tiny thing to take his manhood away from him! He was boss! The way things were going, she'd have one hell of a time keeping up with him, much less passing him to prove a point. What point? That she was more of a man than he was? No way! She loved the arrangement that men were men and women were dependent on them! She didn't wanna be a plumber or a telephone man or anything else. She would take the aggressive role at times in sex ... but only if she knew he wanted her to.
She felt so secure and loved and finely screwed she wouldn't change a thing! Everything was perfect! She adored her darling husband!
She hoped she could get up enough energy to move out of the car once they got home. She knew if she couldn't, Ben would carry her inside and put her to bed in his bed. How wonderful!
She would never be lonely again or have to worry about the water pipes or the gas leaks or anything! She had Ben and he was her master! She didn't like hacking it alone and now, if she could fuck enough to keep him happy, she had it made. He was just as horny as she was most of the time.
Ben shook her awake when they got home and he helped her walk into his house.
She looked over at her house and it seemed really strange not to be going into her own home. She was gonna have to do something about her house. She'd have to sell it and move all her things over to Ben's.
She hadn't noticed it before but his house was strictly masculine. When she put a few of her things around the place, it'd look more familyish. She had flowers and little doo-dads to feminize the place. Her dishes were china which beat the hell out of his melmac or paper ones. Once more she could dive into the kitchen and fix hot dinners for her two men ... and by the way, where was young Frankie?
She and Ben had a drink and sat on his sofa and looked starry-eyed at each other. He held her hand and the necessity for talking was nil. It was strange. When she'd lived alone, she always wanted somebody to talk to. With Ben at her side, it wasn't necessary to run off at the mouth. She had him close to her and words weren't necessary.
She hadn't really examined his house for quite some time so she did wander through and survey her new home. She discovered that men weren't the best of housekeepers ... even with a cleaning lady once a week. She wanted to get to work and make the house more livable but she just didn't have the stamina right now.
When Ben went back to work and Frankie was at school, she'd get with it.
She looked into Ben's bedroom and sighed. A plaid bedspread and plain white sheets on the bed. She'd fix it so that every time he went to bed he'd think he was in a rose garden. She'd powder the sheets so it even smelled of roses. She loved roses and Ben didn't seem to care what was where as long as he had a bed to fall into.
She had lots a changes to make in her new home and she knew neither of her two men would object.
She went into the bathroom to take a leak and felt the soreness of her crotch. She felt like she was fiery red from the constant friction of his rubbing prick. Her tiny clit stung from her urine.
She hoped Ben would give her cunt a rest tonight. That was another strange thing ... she never thought she'd get enough fucking, but now her crack was so sore she didn't care for him plunging his hard knocker into her aching body for a while! She carefully tapped the toilet paper on her dripping urinary passage so as not to irritate her bottom anymore.
Perhaps if she just took her clothes off she'd feel better. She dropped her jeans and panties onto the floor and removed her blouse and bra. She took Ben's terry robe off the back of the door and slipped it on. She rummaged through his medicine chest and found a jar of Vaseline and thoroughly coated her flaming crotch with the thick jelly. She did feel better than if her tight jeans cut into her vaginal crack.
She wandered back out into the living room to finish her drink with her husband.
Frankie was there beaming! He hugged Jane and told her he was so happy to have a real mother and one that he loved so much!
Jane kissed him back ... only not the kind of French kiss she was used to giving her son. This was a nice motherly peck on the cheek.
Ben was pleased. It was magnificent all the way around. One big happy family! He took his wife in his arms and kissed her tenderly. His open-mouthed kiss was clearly visible to young Frankie.
The child looked the other way and walked off.
Jane sensed something was wrong and called the child back. She hugged him and said she loved him and all would be well.
Frankie hung his head and went to his room. "I thought he'd be happy about our marriage," Ben said confused.
"He is ... or will be. Remember, he's never seen you kiss me or hug me. It might take a little time for him to get used to having me in the same house. You know, I've been his mother for years and he probably thinks that I'm his property. It might take him a while to get used to the idea that now I belong to both of you. Just have a little patience with the boy."
Ben shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I just thought ... he'd be as happy ... as I am...."
"Give the boy a chance to adjust," Jane said.
The day didn't get any better. Frankie stayed in his room playing records all day. He didn't come out for lunch or dinner.
Jane and Ben went to bed early and immediately fell asleep. It had been an exhausting weekend for them both.
The first thing in the morning Ben got up to take a leak and that shot his pee hard prick. He crawled back into bed with his naked wife and chewed on her nipples. It was only a matter of a few minutes until he was rock hard! He nibbled down her flat belly and nosed into her snatch. His hot breath seared into her sloppy crack as she rotated her round, soft hips.
The sleep wasn't even out of her eyes until she was moaning and sighing her happiness with his prick snubbed to her hole.
"Damn, what you got down there that's so slippery?" he said mumbling.
"Vaseline. I was so sore when we got home yesterday that I had to do something! You gave me quite a workout over the weekend. I loved every minute of it, but, man, I was wrecked out!"
"I like the Vaseline. Makes you creamier than ever! Feels good and hot and sloppy on my cockhead! Man, I'm gonna shove my penis so far into your cunt that you'll feel it come out of your mouth!"
Jane clamped her legs around Ben's ass to pull him in tight to her crotch. It was so much better fuckin' with no handcuffs, though it wasn't all that shabby on the honeymoon. She locked her heels behind his buns and felt completely punctured when he stabbed his stiff pecker into her hot, creamy tube.
"OH, THAT FEELS GOOD! I LOVE YOUR PRICK! GOD, THAT'S DEEP! SO SLIPPERY AND GOOOOOD!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! LET ME TASTE YOUR COCKHEAD CLEAR UP IN MY THROAT! I LOVE SUCKIN' YOUR PRICK! BE NEAT IF I COULD SUCK YOUR PENIS AND GET FUCKED AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WONDERFUL!" she said happily.
Her pelvis rotated and she pushed her hot, matted pussy up to his every mighty heave of pecker.
"I'm gonna fuck you all the time! I'm gonna make up for all the years we lost! God, I wished I'd a known how bitchin' your hole was years ago! You're tight and hot and sloppy! So gooood!"
"I LOVE YOUR FUCKIN! I ADORE IT! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR THICK PRICK! BABY, FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!"
She felt herself rocked as he humped her hard and heavy. His greasy balls smacked into her steaming asscrack. Her arms went around his shoulders as his pelvis jack-hammered his whang into her seething, bubbling tube. He ground his hairy pelvis into hers and socked one fine fuck to her steaming, fiery furnace.
"OHHHHHH, I'M GONNA CUMMMMM, " she shrieked.
"CUM, BABY! SPIT YOUR JUICE ALL OVER MY PRICK! LET ME FEEL YOUR HOT, BURNING JUICE SPRAY ALL OVER MY BALLS! CUM, BABY! I WANNA FEEL YOUR TIGHT, SPASMING CUNT SQUEEZE THE CUM OUTTA MY STOCK!"
Ben heaved and thrust his blood-gorged whang into her hole again and again! The sounds of squishing juice turned him on full force!
Jane slithered around under him. Her body jerked and shook. Her legs quivered as her clit fluttered and her vagina shot off a heavy gush of cum.
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" she said hotly in his ear. Her head tossed from side to side as she felt her orgasmic juices flood his still pounding prick, The bed springs squeaked as he rocked into her land of paradise!
She smelled her cum as it flooded out of her hole and bathed his stabbing rod and smacking nuts!
"OH, I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE FUCKING! SOCK MY HOLE AGAIN AND AGAIN! I LOVE YOUR FUCKING!" she squealed.
Ben snorted and his breath was in short gasps as he heaved his dong into her marshy, squishy tube.
"OHHHHHH," he moaned as he pressed his swinging pelvis up against her and his heavy, smelly cum gushed into her tube.
His heavy body wracked and jerked violently as his sperm shot home.
She felt her titties squashed as Ben collapsed onto her naked breasts. She hugged her man tightly, and as she looked over his shoulder, she saw naked Frankie standing at the bedroom door.
The child had tears running down his cheeks and he stood working his young, hard dick with his hand. His young sweet balls were up tight.
Jane's belly did flip-flops as she watched him beat his meat! The poor child! How she longed to go to him and take his delicious, young, innocent stick into her mouth and suck his luscious, tasty cum from his sweet cockhead!
Ben was moaning his undying love for her against her neck and Jane was crying. Her salty tears trickled down her cheeks as she watched young Frankie double time his dingus. Her tears were for the child. She craved his young cock!
She saw the youngster's pelvis shake and quiver and the thick sperm shoot outta his hard whang into his other hand. His pelvis worked like a male dog's! His delicious cum dripped through his fingers as he shot off his load.
She watched her young child put his hand to his mouth and lick away all his hot, young jism. She saw him leave the doorway quietly as he'd appeared ... his, firm asscheeks flexing and unflexing as he walked.
"Don't cry, honey," Ben said. "I'll never leave you. You love my fucking so much! Don't cry!"
Ben kissed her salty kisses away as his peter melted inside her marshy, sloppy tube.
Jane couldn't tell him she wasn't crying for him, but for his son! Her hot box had had enough pumping from Ben. She needed the young boy's hot, fresh shaft! Her tears were from seeing all his delicious, young sperm shoot into his hand and not her twat!
"It's just the emotional strain," she said, sobbing.
Jane and Ben got out of bed and both headed for the shower. The water was hot on their bodies, and the soap he lathered on her jutting breasts and into her slippery, sloshy crack seemed to temporarily soothe her. His fingers felt so good as they shoved soap suds up her burning tube!
She bent in front of him and washed his limp whang. She sudsed his pubic hair and pecker. She took her finger and washed around his cockhead where she'd pulled his velvety foreskin back. She bent to kiss his weak prong and the tears flooded her eyes.
If she lost young Frankie due to marrying his father, she'd die! She thought all the time that was what the child wanted! Maybe it was too much for him to see her getting fucked by his father!
After the shower, Jane fixed breakfast for the family ... only the boy child wouldn't come out of his room.
Ben said he was worried.
Jane assured him that everything would be all right! She'd talk to Frankie after Ben went to work.
As they sat sipping coffee and holding hands, they heard the front door slam.
Frankie had left without a word as to where he was going. This was going to be a little more serious than either of them had anticipated.
Jane kissed Ben and sent him off to work and assured him she'd take care of everything and he shouldn't worry. The child would come around ... just wait and see.
Jane busied herself with cleaning up the breakfast dishes and cleaning the house. She had her doubts about moving her things in. If Frankie was gonna be so upset, she probably never would move in! This just might be the shortest marriage on record!
Instead of feeling the part of the happy bride, Jane was depressed.
When she had done all she could around the house and there was still no sign of Frankie, she decided to go home to her own place. Ben's house was even bigger and more lonesome than her own. Besides, she had to get something on.
She wore Ben's robe over to her house and her place looked wonderful to her! She supposed this was where she'd spend the rest of her life. She cleaned things up and made her bed. She spent the day defrosting the fridge and cussing herself out.
She shouldn't a married Ben in the first place! She had it made when she had her own house and could fuck either the father or the son! She had run Frankie out of his own house.
Wasn't it him that had refused to fuck with her just before Ben had pulled his cute little kidnapping stunt? Frankie had refused her! He'd said there wouldn't be any more messin' around! That's when she'd put on her show for the child with the banana! Frankie had called a screeching halt to fucking, she hadn't! Why was he so upset?
Frankie had been so happy at the wedding over in Yuma.
She couldn't figure him out! Kids were sure difficult to understand! One thing for certain, she had no intentions of fucking up the relationship of a father and a son. Then, too, they didn't have much of a relationship! Frankie'd spent most of his time over at her house when Ben had brought home his floozy friends. The whole thing was screwed.
No matter what ... since she and Ben had returned from Yuma, Frankie hadn't come out of his room except to run away. She'd assured Ben that she could straighten things out. How could she if she didn't see the boy to talk to him? Some shitty deal!
She looked at the gold band on her finger ... the one that meant she'd never be alone again. Shit on it! She was alone and back in her own house! So big deal on the marriage and the whole crappy deal!
She took the wedding band off and threw it across the living room. She sat on her couch looking out the window into the blankness of trees and vines and bushes. She was back to watching the house next door. Nobody came and nobody went. That was supposed to be her house now! She was supposed to be a happy bride with a loving husband and an adoring son! Here she sat! ALONE! Shit on life!
Her heart quickened when she saw Frankie ride up on his bike and park it in front of the house. He had two buddies with him. They all went into the house.
Jane relaxed on her couch again. She bet he'd be happy that she was gone! Tears gushed down her soft, smooth cheeks. Another hour and Ben'd be home. She couldn't talk to Frankie while he had friends over at his house and she decided to hell with the whole situation anyway!
She sat on the couch with her head in her hands and sobbed like a baby. She absolutely couldn't stand to be alone anymore. Thoughts of suicide flashed through her mind. She even got down to planning her own death. It would be pills. That wouldn't be such a mess to clean up.
She didn't hear her front door open she was crying so hard.
"Mom?" Frankie called softly.
She didn't hear. She was sobbing and wondering who'd be at her funeral.
"MOM!" he said loudly.
She looked at the youngster in a startled manner.
"What're you cryin' about?" he asked, and came and sat by her side.
His two friends stood at the doorway.
Jane wiped her tears away and tried to say something to the young boy. The words wouldn't come out.
She collapsed against Frankie's shoulder.
He patted her warmly and kissed her on the forehead. He talked softly to her and told her everything was all right. He was sorry that he'd acted like he did and run out. He was happy that she and his dad were married. It was just a bit of a shock to see them in bed together and kissing the way she and Frankie did. He asked her why she was at her house and not over where she belonged.
Jane sobbed that she wasn't gonna live over there. She was causing too much trouble!
Frankie asked her if she didn't love his dad?
She said she did, but that she loved him, too. She didn't know what to do? She was so upset at seeing him beat his own meat that morning in the bedroom doorway. She loved Ben and all, but she loved Frankie, too! She couldn't let Frankie alone and she was gonna have to if she stayed married to Ben.
She sobbed as she told Frankie that he'd really put her down the day he'd refused her because she was gonna marry his dad. She felt so mixed up she didn't know what to do!
Frankie took her warm hand and asked her where her ring was.
She motioned over in the corner on the far side of the room.
One of his buddies went over to get the ring and brought it to Frankie who slipped it back on her finger.
Jane shook her head in protest. She couldn't wear it!
Frankie said he'd put it on her finger as well as his dad had.
Jane looked through the tears at the young lad. She didn't know what he meant.
He said he meant that she was too full of love to save herself for just one man. He understood now. Just because she was married to his father didn't mean that they couldn't fuck around, too.
Jane asked him if he realized that his friends were listening.
He nodded. They were gonna help him make love to her ... RIGHT NOW! Jane was shocked!
Then she remembered the orgy Ben had taken her to out in the desert. Would he understand? If it was his son and his son's friends?
She was miserable now, so what else could happen?
Frankie leaned over to kiss her with his wide open mouth and she took his tongue hungrily!
Something inside her said this was nasty, wicked and vile! She shoved those thoughts out of her curly head and held young Frankie.
She felt his head go down her neck to her breasts. His hands were inside her robe and pressing on her titties. His mouth was on her rigid nipples, sucking!
She tingled with lust and her crack dripped. She tossed off her robe and sat naked on the couch with young Frankie sucking on first one rigid nipple and then the other. His warm, young hands cradled her breasts as he slobbered from one titty to the other.
She touched his rock hard crotch and passion filled her body!
The two boys at the doorway stepped inside and immediately ripped off their clothes.
Jane watched the two boys while her leaking hole smelled up the room and Frankie's hands slipped to her hips. They were all such darling youngsters with such firm, young bodies! She could hardly wait to touch them all! Three hard dicks just pulsating for her hole!
Frankie pushed her back on the couch and nibbled down to her damp, curly pussy. His hot breath seared into her beaver and made her clit vibrate in mad anticipation! How wonderful! None of the boys were over fifteen! Gorgeous ages! Luscious bodies-a little on the thin side, but new and fresh!
Frankie kept his nose in her smelly snatch while he ripped his clothes off. His hot breath felt delicious in her twat!
She beckoned the other boys over close to her as she laid on the couch with Frankie snarfing around in her slippery, slimy crack. She put a hand on each of the other boys' cocks and felt the blood pounding. Their veins stood out on their rigid posts and the sweet, young cockheads beat with innocent desire!
WONDERFUL! THREE DELICIOUS PRICKS! ALL YOUNG, HARD, STIFF' UPSTANDING COCKS! HOW FANTABULOUS! A LITTLE, SHORT, FAT PETER! A LONG, SKINNY DICK AND HER PRECIOUS FRANKIE'S LONG PRICK!
She could hardly wait to get down to work on them! She'd get the cum outta all three of them! Her twat creamed with lust and wickedness! She touched the precious, young prickheads and stroked them up and down. The thrill of the soft skin made her heart skip a beat! How could anything so hard be coated with such soft skin? She shivered as Frankie snarfed into her slobbering crack and licked her vibrating clit! She felt his teeth nibble on her pink lovebud. His breath seared all over her flooded slit! Her hot, burning vagina spasmed in happy delight!
She pulled one lad over to her mouth and licked around and around his pounding knob. She laid her tongue flat on the tip of his cockhead and her heated slobber burned into the lad's throbbing dick. She kissed up and down his hefty cockstem and inched his fat dong into her mouth, short inch by short inch. She got his whole whang into her mouth and sucked on it while she breathed heavily in his sparse pubic hair.
Her hand stroked and caressed the other boy's long, slender shaft.
She was mad with desire at the feel of Frankie's wiggling tongue up her snapping tube! She rotated her hips wildly and her jutting titties bobbed around on her chest. She felt the boy whose cock she stroked put his mouth to her round domes. His hands cupped her full boobs while he sucked on first one nipple and then the other!
Her body slithered on the couch as she whirlpooled her hips. Her legs w ere spread wide apart so Frankie could eat her pussy and tongue-fuck her hole.
The cock in her mouth sputtered and shot off as the boy's pelvis shook like a mad dog!
"AAHHH, OHHH, GAAAHHH!" he wailed, cumming in her hot, sucking mouth. She tasted his young, shooting cum and ate it as rapidly as she could swallow. Virgin cum! How absolutely delicious! She guzzled shot after shot of his thick, sweet juice, moaning for more.
Smells of hot cum and sex filled the air along with the odor from her sloppy slit. She heard young Frankie slosh around in her wide spread slit ... slosh, slobber ... squish!
Her mouth dripped of young, fertile cum from the one boy and she licked her lips and as far as her tongue would reach to get all of his juicy jism. She licked up and down his wilting stem to get off all the sticky cum. She nosed into his balls and kissed away the dripped juices.
Frankie was ready to fuck! He took his face from her squishy, sloppy, marshy, puffy, red crack and he crawled between her thighs. He jammed his hard cock into her spasming tube and ram-rodded her hole with fast, quick, plunging strokes!
OH, FRANKIE, FUCK ME HARD! I LOVE IT! JAB IT TO ME! YOUR PRICK FEELS SOOOO GOOOD! I LOVE IT!" she squealed in delight!
"YOU'RE SO HOT! YOUR TUBE IS TIGHT AND SLOPPY! YOU FEEL SO DAMNED GOOD! SQUEEZE THAT TUBE ON MY COCK ... SQUEEZE MY CUM INTO YOUR SLOSHY HOT BOX!" he said between gasps for air.
His humping ass dug his throbbing prick into her gyrating tube!
Their bodies were seared together by sweat!
She smelled her own slit juices on the young boy's fevered face as he pressed against her cheek. She licked his smooth face with her cum coated tongue as she heaved her hole up to his plunging cockshaft!
"HHHHMMMMMM, GOOOOODDDDD...." she moaned.
"I'LL FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA YOU! YOU FEEL SO GOOD AND HOT!"
"MY LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER ... SO GOOOOOD!" she sighed as her body was pushed upward on the couch by the youngster's mighty thrusts of cock!
Frankie pinched her titties and sucked on her nipples. His teeth nipped and tugged on her rosebuds as he shoved, thrust, plunged his whang in and out of her slobbering, flooded tunnel.
The other two boys stood clutching their hard, blood-gorged pricks as they watched Frankie fuck Jane. They moaned and stooped to see his whang jam in and out of her hole.
Frankie grunted his stiff flesh home and shot off his rocks to fill her burning, boiling, bubbling cunt with his young, hot sperm! His bod quivered on top of her shaking, sweaty belly.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE," he hollered.
Jane unclamped her legs from around his shaking buns and felt his delicious cum ooze out of her hole. His dong was limp and rubbery. His shot prick fell dripping of cum, out of her squashy cunt.
The other boys wanted in on the fun, too.
Frankie sat on the end of the couch watching his jism flow outta his mother's leaking tube. He saw his friends in agony. He begged his mother to let his friends fuck her, too!
Jane was all for it! She hadn't had her lovely release yet! She stood up with Frankie's sticky cum dripping down the inside of her legs and told one boy to get in front of her and the other in back.
She bent forwards from the waist and told the boy to shove his hard dick up her ass. She felt his hot, piercing prick poke against her tight button and push the heavy hard-on into her asshole! His dick went up inside her rather easily due to the fact it was covered with cum that had dripped from her hot box.
GOD! SHE'D THOUGHT THE LAD FROM THE BACK HAD THE SKINNY ROD! HER HOLE FELT STUFFED FULL OF HOT, YOUNG, BURNING PRICK!
She stood up clenching the boy's whang in her asshole and motioned the other boy to fuck her from the front! She felt his steaming, flaming cockhead nose into her snatch and slide into her burning, hot, sloppy hole.
She stood between the two boys, being fucked from the front and the back, hanging on their two rigid shafts. Each boy jammed and retracted at the same time and she felt their two cockheads hitting inside her, separated only by a thin membrane of skin.
"THIS IS GOOD!" she screamed. "GOD, SHIT-FUCK MEEEEE!"
Frankie got up off the couch with his dead dong hanging over his swinging balls and came to suck her hobbling nipples!
Jane was rocked and swung back and forth on the two jabbing, thrusting peckers and Frankie had a hard time keeping a nipple in his mouth. She felt the sticky cum dry on the-inside of her thighs from the fucking her son had given her. The two boys' nuts swung into her sloshy slit as they jammed her holes full of throbbing, pulsating pricks!
The three boys were breathing so heavily and grunting so hard to give her a good fuck that they didn't hear the front door open!
Jane was hollering her joy so loudly and swinging on the heavy pricks that she didn't see Ben enter.
Ben sat quietly on the end of the couch watching his wife being fucked in the asshole and cunt. He watched his son suck her jiggling nipples. He clutched at his own rock hard shaft as he smiled at the mass rape scene in front of his glazed eyes.
He couldn't take it so he ripped off his pants and let his rigid rod stand in the open. His balls were high and tight!
The lad fucking her ass screamed his shooting orgasm and jerked his shooting prick out of her tight hole. His cum spurted wildly splattering over her mature, hot buns. "AAAAAIIIIIEEEE!" he shrieked in his changing voice.
The lad fucking her slobbering hole shot off and bounced her around on his jetting, quivering pole. "AAAAEEEEIIII," he screamed as his rod sprayed her hole full of hot, seething cum. His body wracked and shook as he jetted his whole load into her squashed full vagina.
Frankie held onto her nipple with his teeth as she was bobbed around on the child's shooting prick.
The fucking boy let his limp prick fall out of her hole and onto his loose nuts.
Cum flooded from all her holes and Frankie shoved his hand into her sloshy, flooded, slimy crack and rubbed his hand back and forth. He took his hand from her stinky, cum-drenched slit and licked off the shot cum and stuck his hand back into her creamy crack.
Ben walked over to his wife who was helping his son lick the spent cum from between his fingers.
"Let a MAN show you kids how it's done!" Ben said and he shoved his hard, stiff, blood-gorged prick into her snatch. His rigid cock slid ever so easily into Jane's sloppy, squishy, hot cunt and he fucked and screwed it deep into her.
"I told you I'd get it all straight with your son," she moaned into his ear.
