It is an undeniable fact of life that our culture places a premium on youth. The youth mystique has so permeated the fabric of modern life that persons over thirty sometimes find themselves cut off from worlds of experience that they had once enjoyed. Such persons can hardly help becoming deeply frustrated, especially when they have within them the vigor and desire to remain a part of the youthful world.
It is also a fact of life that love and sex are essential ingredients in a happy life. Often, much too often, both love and sex fade away in a marriage, even though said marriage probably began happily. When this happens only despair can result, despair so deep and devastating that only drastic self-evaluation and change can save the psyche.
The book you are about to read deals with a situation in which both of these facts of life become entangled. Marilyn Reynolds, a beautiful woman, a woman whose early youth was spent in the pursuit of pleasure, a woman who is not afraid to seek the delights of sex marries a man in whom she finds everything she could possibly want. And then the tragedy occurs.
Due to some psychological or physical ailment beyond the range of treatment her husband becomes impotent. She is forced to live without sex and therefore without love for years, miserable years during which she begins to feel her youth slipping away. As both parties to the marriage lose interest in each other Marilyn is forced to gratify herself in the sterile act of masturbation.
It is during these acts of masturbation that she sees images of the boy next door, the youngest son of her best friend Joan Davisson. Terry becomes a recurring sex partner in her dreams, taunting her, making her waking hours miserable. Perhaps her interest in him reflects her feeling of isolation from the youthful world she longs to remain part of. Or perhaps he is the embodiment of her desire to have children and thus fulfill what she considers to be her womanhood. At any rate, she is tortured by him.
An intelligent woman, Marilyn discovers the source of her unhappiness and moves to effect changes. She approaches Terry, realizing that he has an interest in her too. She seduces him and is thus relieved of much of her psychic pain. But her experiences are not to be so simple. Terry has an older brother, the possessor of a frighteningly large penis. He is frustrated too due to the instant frigidity his penis inspires in the girls he approaches. He is tortured also by recurring memories of the night of pleasure when his mother seduced him. Terry tells him about his experiences with Marilyn. He and Terry ambush her and force her into an orgy at lakeside.
Marilyn learns that her femininity is a power beyond belief. She conquers the two young men completely and indulges in limitless sexual activities with them-until they are discovered by their mother. The strange situation gives Joan and Marilyn the opportunity to engage in lesbian acts, acts which both had secretly desired. Joan engages in sexual activities with her two boys and Marilyn. They decide to continue their mutually satisfying arrangement in secrecy. Thus Marilyn finds an answer to her agonizing questions and a new way of life.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Marilyn Reynolds stared hungrily at the thick, eight-inch cock resting in the curly nest of hair between her husband's legs. Unfortunately for both of them, his big cock was only resting, as usual. Marilyn was horny beyond belief and wanted his huge cock throbbing away inside her hot cunt. She gazed longingly at the flaccid organ, hoping against hope that it would rise to the occasion. Harold leaned back against the headboard of the bed and looked into his lovely wife's eyes with a pitiful pleading expression that Marilyn would have found funny under any other circumstances.
"All right, Harold dear, I'll try once more. But for fuck's sake, try to get it hard! I want that thing stiff and jerking inside my cunt! I want you to fuck me with your big hard dick just like you used to!" Marilyn said, knowing perfectly well that nothing she or anyone else could do would stiffen Harold's deflated hunk of meat.
"I'm trying, for Christ's sake, honey! You know I try! I even let you shove that fucking vibrator of yours up my ass last night! No fuckin' good. I don't know what's wrong. Just keep trying. That's all I can tell you," he said in a resigned and slightly whining voice that Marilyn had learned to despise.
She poised her pretty head over Harold's exposed crotch and bent to her hopeless task with blind dedication. She had long since emptied her bag of cock-teasing tricks with no result, and could only repeat the techniques that had failed so miserably before. She knew from experience with the boys before she had married Harold that any one of those techniques would invariably raise a rock-hard erection on even the slowest man. How anyone could resist her when she poured it all on was beyond her, yet she had to keep trying. Living without a real man for the past eighteen years had frustrated her so terribly that she often thought she was at the end of her rope. She had to raise his cock, not for his sake any longer, but for her own.
She wondered as she stared at the cock she had once loved how she had been able to remain faithful to this man for so terribly long. Although she had long since stopped loving him, she had never once gone to another man for satisfaction. She had forced herself, for reasons she failed to understand, to gratify herself all those long, lonely years by masturbating. True, Harold would eat her cunt out when she wanted him to, and she wanted him to quite often, but that was a poor excuse for the body-wracking orgasms she had experienced in the past when Harold fucked her long and hard with his huge ramrod.
There was something else missing from her life, something that troubled her and hurt her even more than her lack of a virile sex partner. Marilyn was childless. The doctors had assured her that she was not barren and had placed the blame on Harold's obvious inability to attain an erection even for the shortest time. All the doctors they had consulted had placed the blame on Harold, although none of them could find any physical reason for his impotence. Harold had soon gotten tired of hearing the same old thing from the doctors and had given up on medical treatment, partly because it had been so ineffective and partly because he was ashamed every time he heard the diagnosis.
Perhaps Marilyn had remained faithful to him because of her family upbringing which, though not particularly religious, had placed a premium on strict fidelity after marriage. Perhaps too, her aching loneliness and longing for a child had resulted from her family's adherence to the principle that child-bearing was a necessary part of womanhood. Whatever the reason, the fact remained that for several years she had wanted a child as she had wanted nothing else.
Although she did not realize it, her frustrated sexuality and her natural desire for the fulfillment of motherhood had merged inside her and given birth to desires that would soon change the course of her life. At first she had wanted a child of either sex, but as time passed she began to want a boy more than a girl, even though deep down inside, she knew she would get neither, at least not from poor Harold. She had suggested adopting a boy. Harold had steadfastly refused, claiming that he was only interested in raising a child of his own flesh and blood. Marilyn hated him for that bit of cruelty.
Confused thoughts and feelings swam through her brain as she prepared to tackle the impossible task of raising his cock. She tried to banish those thoughts and feelings. She couldn't help remembering, as she stared at Harold's cock, how turgid and towering his post had once been. She remembered how he had walked toward her on their first night at the Elmwood Motel after shucking his pants, his jutting cock bobbing up and down in front of him as he came toward her.
She remembered how she had sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the tight, reddish-purple head of his dick. She remembered how she had watched the drop of clear pre-cum ooze out through the piss slit in the head of his cock, remembered how she had bent over it and licked the salty droplet away with a flick of her tongue. She remembered how she had sucked his cock with the mind-bending skill she had learned from her free-fucking experience in Bellington High School where she had made it a practice to give herself to any boy who had a big cock and big ideas. She remembered sucking and being fucked by some of those cocks, and she remembered that those happy days were gone and she was tied to Harold's limp prick forever, unless she could make it useful to her.
With that thought in mind, she began blowing a stream of cool breath over the tip of his soft organ. She took the tool in her hand and peeled back the dark, smooth foreskin, exposing his meaty glans. She continued to blow around the head of it, her lips coming closer and closer as she encircled it with her coolly blown breath. She blew up and down the whole length of his cock, blowing at his balls too, rustling his pubic hair and tickling his groin with her breath.
She knew that any other man's dick would have already at least started to stiffen under her influence. She still detected not the slightest stirring in Harold's organ. She brought her lips against the tip of his exposed cockhead. She bit ever so gently the tiny lips of his cock, being careful not to cause him any pain. She began planting delicate kisses all over his cock, being careful not to neglect the ridge of its head. She kissed it all the way down to his groin, holding it gently in her hand.
She lifted the man's orange-sized balls in her other hand and weighed them. She remembered how those heavy soft balls had blown a load of hot semen into her face, into her cunt, between her tits, up her ass every time he had fucked her. They had fucked as many as five or six times in one day, and had enjoyed every minute of it, but now his nuts, although still just as big and heavy, were empty and useless. She played with them nevertheless, and marveled at her lack of effect on him. She squeezed his testicles one at a time until he jumped from pain. Still nothing happened. She poked her finger up under his hairy scrotum and jabbed at him. Still nothing stirred in his balls.
She engulfed the soft head of his dick in her mouth and began sucking it, gently at first and then with ever-increasing violence. While she sucked his dick, she rubbed his legs. She had pushed his blue pajamas down around his knees where they remained in a crumpled pile. He hadn't even bothered to remove them. She had opened his pajama top and alternated between rubbing his hairy legs and stroking his chest and stomach. She remembered how great strength and vigor had resided in his muscular legs and rippling chest. Now he was getting fat. Getting fat! She loathed fat and had managed to keep herself in perfect physical shape all her life, even though her married life hadn't really required it, sexless as it was.
She reached up under Harold's hanging nuts and poked her finger at his asshole. She rubbed her knuckle against his puckered anus, hoping to excite him from behind. It was useless. Her finger even went into his tight hole a little way after she spit on it. It was useless to try to turn him on, even in unusual ways. She had dressed up in high heels and had hit him with whips, to no effect. She had even dressed up in a man's clothes in an attempt to excite him. Nothing succeeded.
She continued to fondle and suck his dick for what seemed like hours. At first she knew he was trying to respond to her. She felt his softening muscles moving from time to time as she stroked him, but the longer she worked on him, the slower his response. After sucking his dick until her mouth was sore, she noticed that his body had slumped. His head was almost resting on his pillow. She looked up at him and saw that the worst had come to pass. He was sleeping. Sleeping! She might just as well have been sucking a dead man's cock. She was insulted and revolted. To think that he could fall asleep while she lavished such attention on him. It was the ultimate indignity! Things had to change.
She somehow managed to recover from her shock and embarrassment and crawled under the sheets, lying next to lifeless Harold. She closed her eyes after casting a last glance at the limp thing between his legs. She was as hot between the legs as a steaming jungle. She was tempted to use her plastic vibrating dildo on her cunt, but resisted the temptation. Masturbation had become a bore after so many years of it. It was late and she wanted sleep.
Even in sleep she was not relieved of the tension and heat between her beautiful legs. In fact, she became hotter and hotter while she slept. As she fell into the depths of her subconscious, a strange dream crept into her mind, a dream in which all her secret desires surfaced. She had been having such dreams with increasing frequency lately, each more real and cunt-moistening than the last. While she dreamed, her hot pussy melted with the fluids of her feminine passion.
She was strolling alone through a grassy park. A gentle breeze rustled the grass and leaves and brought to her the fresh scent of lilac. She saw her dream scene only vaguely as if through a haze. Not far off she saw the late afternoon sun glittering across a small lake. She was filled with a sense of remoteness and safety, as if anything she did in this place would go unobserved. She felt herself drawn toward a copse of willow trees that grew on the edge of the lake. Their long hanging boughs danced in the breeze, beckoning her. Something was waiting for her there, something she would enjoy.
She noticed, as she stepped lightly over the grassy meadow, that she was barefoot. She was not dressed to be outdoors. She wore only a long flowing gown of translucent silk. She wore no underthings. Her golden-tanned breasts caught the rays of the warming sun that filtered through her flimsy garment. Her near-naked body came alive with a golden glow.
Her pussy, too, came alive. She detected a quivering sensation between her long, lithe legs as she strolled through her dream world toward the beckoning trees. She felt luxuriously naked, felt the tall grass tickling her legs, felt the light breeze caressing her face and rustling through her long blonde hair. Perhaps there was something about the seclusion of the place that excited her pussy. More likely it was the knowledge, even in sleep, that the sexual part of her dream, the part that made her dreams so beautiful, was about to begin.
Her feeling of anticipation soon proved justified. She stood behind a tall willow tree and parted the curtain of heavy green leaves, peeking inside the cool, quiet grove. Sitting in the grass, leaning against a tree and facing Marilyn was a little boy of fourteen or so. He sat with his long legs crossed at the ankles and comfortably stretched out before him. Had Marilyn looked at his face, she would have noticed that he bore a very striking resemblance to Terry Davisson, the boy next door, the youngest son of her friend Joan.
Marilyn did not look at the boy's face, not at first. She was more interested in the lower portion of his well-developed young body. Her attention was riveted to the thick hunk of hard masculine cock that jutted up through the boy's unzipped fly. The sight of his fully erect cock filled her with unbelievably powerful sensations. The dream scene was so real to her that she felt that she was seeing a hard cock for the first time in her life. The longer she stared at the stiff young boycock, the hotter her much-neglected cunt became.
The child leaned up against the tree with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed as if in total relaxation and a boyishly handsome grin was on his face. When she could finally bring herself to tear her attention away from the boy's hard dick, she looked at his face more closely. When she realized that the boy was Terry, or at least the spitting image of him, she felt her cunt stir even more urgently.
Terry had been appearing in more and more of her dreams lately, and always under sexually exciting circumstances. When she awakened from those dreams, she always wondered why it was young boys like Terry that stirred her inside. Deep in sleep, she gave no thought to her motivations, only to the real-unreal sexual world in which she found herself.
As she stood there peeking into Terry's private retreat, ogling his cock and balls, she began to feel the surging in her muscles that she always felt when she was violating some sexual taboo. There she was, staring at her best friend's little son and wanting his erect dick to play with. She assumed that he had been jacking off there under the tree. She also assumed that he hadn't seen her since his eyes were still closed and he hadn't moved from his place. Yet the nasty grin on his face bothered her a bit.
She was close enough to the small boy to see droplets of crystal pre-seminal fluid oozing out through the eye-slit in his swollen dickhead. She knew that his cock must have been terribly excited to ooze so profusely all by itself. She soon discovered why. Lying on the grass beside him was a magazine full of blatantly pornographic pictures. In the picture on the cover, Marilyn could make out a pair of lovely feminine legs spread wide and a gaping cunt between them. She quickly realized that he had been playing with himself and staying hard under the influence of those dirty pictures. Marilyn couldn't help thinking that his energies were being wasted on mere pictures when he could have the real thing just for the asking.
It wasn't long before the boy reached down and wrapped his hand around the staff of his throbbing rod. He gave it a few leisurely pumps, still with his eyes blissfully closed. Marilyn quivered when she heard the slurping sound his fist made as it slid up and down over the head of his dripping tool. His hand was covered with his pre-cum. When he had finished pumping his cock, he wiped his wet hand on his pants. Marilyn longed to lap the head of his organ dry with her eager tongue.
She couldn't help reaching down under her filmy gown and rubbing the light furry mound of her naturally blonde cunt. She rubbed her palm over her love-mound and felt the searing heat of her pussy surging through her hand and up her arm into her brain, driving her mad with passion. She became so full of sexually gripping sensations that she almost forgot for a moment about the boy leaning against the tree. Then she was shocked to hear a young voice coming from behind the curtain of willow leaves. She heard the sharp intake of her own breath when she first heard the boy's voice.
"Like what you see, Mrs. Reynolds?" the boy drawled in a purposefully controlled and sexy voice.
She noticed that his eyes were still closed. The grin on his face was even bigger and nastier. Marilyn pulled her hand away from her throbbing pussy and stared wide-eyed at the young boy.
"I've been waiting for you, Mrs. Reynolds. Do you like my big stiff dick? I've been keeping it up just for you," he said, finally opening his clear blue eyes and looking into Marilyn's face with a smile that melted her mind.
"Waiting for me?" she breathed. "Waiting for me?"
"You know I'm always waiting for you. Why don't you just admit it? You love this stiff young cock I've got between my studly legs," he said, his vulgar words exciting the horny woman's wet twat.
"Oh, yesss! Yesss!" she heard herself hiss. "I do want your long boycock. I want it sooo bad! Let me suck it for you. Please let me take it in my mouth."
"You don't have to ask, Mrs. Reynolds. Just help yourself to it," the boy said, still smiling. He reached down again and took his jerking organ in his hand. The tip of the thing stuck out a good four inches from his tightly wrapped fingers. While he held his cock, he began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his rippling young hairless chest and firm hard belly to Marilyn's consuming gaze.
She fell to her knees and crawled toward him through the curtain of stringy willow leaves. She stopped at his feet and looked into his eyes with a beseeching expression.
"Are you sure it's all right, Terry?" she asked. "Are you sure you want me to suck your cock? You're so young, and I'm thirty-eight. I'm old enough to be your mother."
"I wish you were my mother, Mrs. Reynolds. Then we could be together all the time and you could suck my cock all day long. You know it's all right, Mrs. Reynolds. You suck my cock almost every night. Go ahead and enjoy yourself," the boy drawled. He bent his rigid dick down toward Marilyn's face, offering it to her.
She eagerly accepted his treat, and bent so close to him that she could smell the powerful sex-musk wafting up through his open fly, turning her on with the heady scent of the boy's young cock and balls. She felt the drop of salty fluid on his drum-tight cockhead touch the tip of her nose. She eagerly flicked her tongue-tip over his cock and carried the droplet into her mouth. The hot, salty taste drove her wild. The droplet was quickly replaced by another and then another.
She wanted to eat him alive. She plunged her head down over his big organ and tried to accommodate her mouth to his great size. His dick was a far cry from the limp and lifeless little thing she had been sucking between her husband's legs for so many years. When she began sucking it in earnest, the boy removed his fist from his dick and used his hands for more pleasure-provoking things.
He reached out and touched Marilyn's heavy but firmly uplifted breasts. She felt him touching her with his strong young hands, felt his fingers feeling her quivering tit-flesh through the soft, light silk of her gown. Her tits swayed as she began bobbing her head up and down over the boy's crotch. He caught them in his hands and began to squeeze and fondle the heavy globes. Tickling tingles began to travel from her tits into her entire body. Her nipples began to stiffen and stand out from her lightly tanned breasts in hard little peaks of gooseflesh. She felt him pinching her nipples through the silken gown, exciting her beyond belief.
She used her hands to unbuckle his heavy leather belt and unfasten his tight, faded jeans. She was not at all surprised to discover that he wore no underwear. When she opened his pants, a deep, thick nest of curly black pubic hair greeted her hungry eyes. She bared his lower belly and noticed that the hair trailed down from just below his navel and widened when it reached his firm, flat groin. Above his navel he was perfectly smooth-skinned. She ran one hand up his smooth belly and felt the clearly defined muscles of his chest. His virility and youthful power thrilled her. It was a far cry from the fattening weakness of poor Harold's sloppy body.
While he continued to play with her tits, she reached between his legs, which were still crossed and hauled out his balls. They filled her hands with their heavy bulk. She weighed the soft round things, comparing them to her husband's nuts. She was amazed to discover that they were as big as his, if not bigger. She was amazed that such testicles could be found on a boy as young as Terry. She was equally astounded at the size of the cock she still held in her sucking mouth. It, too, was as big as Harold's, and it was alive, not dead like his.
"Here, Mrs. Reynolds, let me get out of these fucking pants," she heard Terry say, releasing her tits from his hold. "Why don't you take my shirt off while I take off my pants."
Marilyn obeyed, easing his light shirt off over his muscular shoulders while he arched his body and pushed down his pants. She bent to the task of removing his heavy leather boots. When she had lugged them off, she tugged down his pants and removed them completely, throwing them in a pile with his shirt and boots. Then she stood up and opened her own garment. She stood over him, displaying her luscious mature body for him.
He smiled with satisfaction as she let her light gown slip from her shoulders and fall around her feet. She was stark naked now, and she felt it. Her glowing flesh was totally exposed. Her huge, perfectly molded breasts were brazenly exposed to the little boy's hungry eyes. They were thrust out from her body proudly. She had good reason to be proud. Although she was thirty-eight she had managed to keep her body as beautiful as it had ever been. She was alluring and she knew it.
She put her soft, smooth hands down below her gently curved belly and held them flat against her body, seductively framing the almost sun-yellow cloud of love-hair that covered her delicious twat. She smiled a comely smile and spread her legs slightly, moving her hands down until they seemed to hold her sex, offering it to the boy who sat buck-naked and rock-hard under the tree. She arched backward and spread her legs farther apart, opening her cunt. With a wicked smile, she opened the outer lips of her sex with her fingers and exposed her throbbing treasure to the boy.
He couldn't resist the offer. He motioned for her to come toward him. She obeyed again, stopping when she was standing straddling him with her legs up against his chest. She felt his small hard nipples poking against her legs, then she felt his lips touching her dripping cunt. He kissed the nest of pubic hair for a while, tangling his tongue in the light bush, licking through it and tickling the flesh of her groin.
He soon began to concentrate his hot, wet kisses on the rubbery flesh of her ragged cuntlips. He sucked the resilient edges of her pussylips into his young mouth. Then he snaked his tongue in between and began to tickle her swollen clitoris with the tip of it. She started to writhe in intense pleasure as the handsome young stud licked and sucked her cunt. He reached up between her quaking legs and opened the inner lips of her sex, spreading it open with two fingers. He inserted his middle finger into her tight wet gash and began finger-fucking her with a passion. He pounded his hard finger into her, his tightly balled fist banging up against her crotch with each thrust into her.
Then he replaced his tongue and started lapping at her musky gash more and more wildly until she knew she could stand no more without cumming in a hot flash of pleasure. He slowed his lapping pace a bit and began squeezing her fleshy asscheeks. He poked his finger between her cheeks and pushed it up against her anal sphincter until she began to mewl with hot passion. He poked his finger into her asshole and began to twist it a little way inside her.
She clenched her buttocks and held his hand there. At the same time she held her legs together and trapped his smooth, handsome young face tight against her fragrant sex. She soon heard him making muffled sounds between her clenched legs. She opened her legs and let him come up for air.
"Shit, Mrs. Reynolds, you've got a nice tasting pussy, but a guy's gotta breathe once in a while," he said.
She giggled and touched his cheek with her fingers, which were still a bit sticky from her own manipulations of her cunt. He kissed her fingers and clamped his hand over her mound.
"How's about letting me shove my dick up your cunt? Would you like that, Mrs. Reynolds? I sure would," he said.
"I'd like nothing better, Terry. I haven't had a cock inside me for years. Please put it in. Please fill my pussy with your hard meat!" she gasped.
"Okay, let's do it the old-fashioned way first," he said. "You just lie down on your back and let me do all the work."
Marilyn looked around to find a soft place in the grass. She was surprised to see a pile of fluffy pillows lying there all ready for her. She fell on her back in the pile and spread her legs for her young fucker. He was quick to respond to her. He stood over her, pumping on his rigid poker a few times. Then he knelt between her legs and reached down to deftly guide the bobbing, jerking organ to the hot pussy gash between her silken legs.
She gasped audibly when she felt the enormous head of it bumping up against her cuntal mound. She began to cry softly when she felt the hard rubbery tip of it sneak inside her rosy gash and touch her tingling clit. In a second it had found its way inside her secret place. She looked up and saw the boy supporting his weight above her, his face twisted into a look of maniacal pleasure. She was not at all afraid of the look. After all, it was only the look of all-consuming passion, not a cruel look at all. Yet he began fucking her so hard and fast that she might well have been afraid.
Rather than taking the time to ease his hard staff into her cunt, Terry had pounded it all into her at once in one firm thrust. Luckily his cock and her cunt were slippery enough from their foreplay to allow the big thing to enter her fuckhole without too much discomfort. Whatever slight discomfort the huge rod had caused disappeared quickly enough and was replaced by a supremely satisfying sensation that not only filled her cunt, but also coursed through her insides like hot lead.
She moaned in pleasure-pain when she felt his engine throbbing away inside her hot channel, filling her belly with its great size. It felt like a hot shaft of lead buried in her belly, moving in and out like a battering ram. There were small beads of sweat on the boy's face as he began to pound it into her with renewed passion. Now that his boycock was buried inside her, he felt more wildly excited than ever. She could sense his ever-increasing inner fire.
The boy's body shook and rippled with power as he bucked his dong into her. Her feminine body was softening and tensing at the same time, as if it would suddenly melt in a vaporizing flash of mind-fucking intensity. She could feel the charge building up between her legs, could feel her orgasm rising somewhere deep down inside her, could feel herself preparing to fall headlong into the chasm of her impending release, the release she had needed for so long.
Yet she was to be bitterly disappointed. Just when she knew she was on the brink of a body-wracking orgasm, the boy pulled his prick out of her cunt and stood up abruptly, his hard cock slapping noisily up against his muscular lower stomach with an audible smack. He stood over her and wrapped his fist around his tomcat, jerking it as she stared at him with tears in her eyes. She saw his rod swell to enormous proportions, saw his hanging testicles move by themselves as he slowly fondled his cock, saw them seethe with heavy power. She expected his cock to erupt with a charge of hot sticky cum at any minute. She longed to see it even if he was not going to shoot it into her, but once again she was bitterly disappointed.
Just when he was about to shoot his load, he stepped into his pants and pulled them up over his strong legs. He forced his hard, dripping dong down his leg and zipped up his jeans with considerable difficulty. Marilyn stared hungrily, tears filling her eyes, at the hard mass of boyfuck flesh extending down his leg inside his pants. His jeans were soon wet at the end of the hard bulge where his cock seeped pre-cum. She looked up at him, begging for an explanation.
"But you know this is just a dream, Mrs. Reynolds. I like fucking you, sure as hell. But if you want to cum you'll just have to go after the real thing when you wake up," he said, his voice becoming unreal, quavering and fading out like a strange echo.
Marilyn suddenly remembered how it had been in all her dreams. She remembered that they had all ended in the same frustrating way. She remembered that they had always tortured her, that this boy Terry had always raised her to the brink of orgasm and then left her horny and unfulfilled. Slowly the boy faded away before her eyes. The grass and trees faded away, too, and she was slowly aware that the pile of pillows on which she had fucked was not really a pillow pile at all, but her own bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Marilyn tried desperately to cling to her dream, reaching out for Terry's cock just before he faded away completely. Try though she might, she was unable to hold the dream to her. She felt herself awakening and soon found herself wiping the dream from her eyes and sitting up in bed.
She couldn't help considering how. cruel her dreams had been to her lately. She couldn't help hating the way she was encouraged by her subconscious, and then plunged into the despair of sexlessness. Yet this time something vague lingered in her mind, something that had burned into her and filled her with something similar to hope. She remembered Terry's final words before he faded away: "You'll have to go after the real thing when you wake up."
She thought that perhaps her subconscious was trying to tell her something. Perhaps she really should go after the real thing. There were many men who would jump at the chance to get into her well-filled pants. She was a crotch-grabbing cunt and she knew it. If only she could break herself free from Harold! The idea had never really entered her mind before, at least not as a possible course of action with any basis in reality. Could she really do it? Could she seek to satisfy her long frustrated passions with another man?
The more she thought about the possibility the more clearly her inner thoughts revealed themselves to her. No, she could not go to another man. Another man was not what she had wanted lately at all. She wanted not a man her own age or a little younger, but a boy, a young boy, a boy just like the boy in her dreams. It didn't take her long to realize that the boy she wanted was Joan's sexy young son.
In the past she had always dismissed Terry's appearance in her wild dreams as insignificant in itself. She had always thought that he represented the youth and virility she craved and that any other boy with similar physical attributes would have played that dream role just as well, but now she realized that this was not true at all. Terry had somehow become more to her than an image in a dream that faded with the night. His memory had remained with her during her waking hours, too, although until now she had refused to admit it to herself. She was astounded by her self-discovery.
A great deal of her emotional discomfort disappeared when she came to at least a partial understanding of her fantastic dreams. Yet these troubled thoughts were soon replaced by others even more puzzling. Why did this boy have such a powerful effect upon her in the first place? Had he noticed her interest? Had her interest been outwardly obvious even though she was essentially unaware of it herself? How could she hide that interest from Joan, whom she saw almost every day? What could she do to save herself in this dilemma, if anything?
Those were weighty problems, and ones she knew she had to eventually resolve, but at the moment she was concerned with her immediate problem, the hot problem between her legs. Her dream had left her extremely horny. She noticed just as she awakened that she had been pinching her excited clitoris while she had been sleeping, something she had never done before. Her excitedness was unbearable as she lay there naked, beside her sleeping husband.
She cast a glance in his direction to be sure that he was indeed sleeping, then she reached down between her beautifully sculptured legs and began touching the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her fingers soon began to move uncontrollably closer and closer to her throbbing box. She shivered involuntarily when she felt her fingers pressing against the dual mounds that swelled slightly on either side of her steamy gash. Her fingers began to move almost by themselves, as if they had intentions of their own. She was powerless to stop her self-manipulations.
She took the soft rubbery lips of her cunt in her fingers and began to gently twist and pinch them. She opened the inner lips of her sex and began poking her fingers around inside her rosy hole until her musky secretions began to flow with ever-increasing plenty. Her tiny yet incredibly sensitive clitoris seemed to attract her fingers to it like a small fleshy magnet. Her entire body responded when she first touched her clit, her legs opening slightly, her nipples hardening, her big firm breasts tingling inside.
The longer she played with her clit, the more violent became the uncontrollable spasms that began to shake her mature body. Before long she writhed so violently that she was afraid she might wake her sleeping husband. She tried to control herself while continuing to excite her cunt with her fingers. She began to drift slightly, due perhaps to the fact that her sexy dream had awakened her before she had gotten any real rest. Yet she did not actually fall asleep while she played with herself.
Joan Davisson appeared before her eyes first, the woman she considered her best friend and with whom she had shared a thousand confidences. Marilyn was concerned that Joan was occupying her thoughts at that particular moment. There she was, after all, lying in bed playing with her excited pussy while she thought of dear Joan. It seemed somehow perverse to her.
She saw her friend clearly in her mind's eye, saw her as real as life, her dancing hazel eyes smiling at her, her young-looking face open and friendly. She remembered meeting Joan for the first time only two years before. Joan and Terry had just moved into the neighborhood. She found out later that Joan's husband had died three years earlier in a plane crash. On the morning of their meeting, Marilyn was sitting down for breakfast while Harold remained in bed sleeping like a log. She was startled almost out of her wits when she felt a hand fall on her shoulder from behind. She turned around abruptly and was about to scream when she saw her new neighbor.
She asked to use Marilyn's telephone since hers hadn't been installed yet. Under any other circumstances, Marilyn would have been upset at the intrusion. After all, she didn't like people, even her neighbors, walking in on her unannounced. But she was struck immediately by the incredible charm and grace of this woman. There was an amazing openness about her that was not only totally disarming but immediately ingratiating. Marilyn knew within an instant that she and Joan would be the best of friends. Joan got the same impression from Marilyn. .
It was not Joan's attractive personality that occupied Marilyn's mind at the moment. For some reason unknown to her, she found herself dwelling on her best friend's physical attractiveness, an attractiveness that Marilyn was willing to admit had always, even from their first meeting, had a mysterious power over her. She had always taken Joan's advice in everything and had always felt a strange urge to accommodate her in every way. For her part, Joan had never once taken advantage of Marilyn's obvious admiration and had shown a similar warmth toward her.
Marilyn couldn't help wondering what was the underlying cause of her intense, perhaps unnatural feelings for Joan. She had given it much thought before when images of Joan had flooded her mind while she masturbated. She had thought at first that perhaps Joan had become for her the sister she had never had, but she had come to realize eventually that her feelings for Joan went far beyond sisterly love, especially now that her son was entering into Marilyn's fantasies and therefore into her relationship with Joan in an all-pervading way. As much as she wanted to get to the real cause of her deep feelings for Joan, the powerful sensations that burned between her legs soon curbed any intellectualizing on the subject.
She could only close her eyes and daydream about Joan's lovely body, imagining her in situations that became more and more sexually stimulating the longer she lay there playing with her hot cunt.
Joan carried herself like a dancer. Her body was softly sculptured and lithe rather than full and lush like Marilyn's. Joan had in fact danced ballet semi-professionally in college and had kept her trim figure even after the birth of her two sons. Perhaps for that reason Marilyn began imagining her standing atop an ivory pedestal, turning on one foot while Marilyn stood below, looking up and admiring her naked, pale pink body.
In response to Marilyn's beckoning, she descended from the pedestal and stood before her, cupping her breasts in her small hands and presenting them to her. Marilyn saw herself reaching out to touch Joan's delicate shoulders, saw her hands gliding down over her soft skin and falling on her lovely breasts. In her horny imagination, she held the quivering globes in her hands, kneading them with the gentleness that only a woman could appreciate. She felt Joan's tiny nipples hardening under her thumbs as she rubbed them gently, felt the gooseflesh that encircled her hard peaks.
She hid her face between Joan's tits, inhaling the perfumed fragrance there. She looked up and gazed into her eyes, finding that she was open to her advances. She reached down and touched the firm flesh of Joan's belly, slipping her hand down until her fingers met the dark brown hairiness of the woman's pubic bush. Her hand slid down even farther, moving downward until she could feel the juicy opening between her best friend's legs. She dug her fingers into her rosy gash and manipulated the moist lips of Joan's responding cunt.
She imagined Joan parting her legs slightly, resting her hands on Marilyn's shoulders while Marilyn dropped to her knees and began lapping between Joan's legs. She imagined herself worshiping the musky sex that held the source of her intense passions. She could almost taste the heady moisture of her steaming cunt. She lapped at Joan's twat until she began to quake all over. She heard Joan cry softly as her orgasm flashed and surged through her hot body. Marilyn felt herself rising to the brink of her own climax, felt herself being consumed by her hot imaginings.
Even though her self-manipulations had brought her close to a climax, there was something missing. She still needed something hard and pulsating in her cunt, something to throb against her inner channel and excite her to the ultimate. She had to be satisfied. She had no man to satisfy her and a woman was out of the question, for now at least. She had only the half-hearted tongue of the useless husband who lay beside her in bed, ignorant of her burning needs. She had no man but she did have something vaguely resembling a cock. She had her electric pussy-stuffer, her trusty dildo that had brought her through many sleepless nights with at least the semblance of relief.
She lifted the sheet covering her tense body and carefully got out of bed. She tiptoed to her dressing table and took the big vibrator out, cradling it between her palms in a prayerful attitude as if holding something precious. She glanced back at Harold and tiptoed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
Standing before the full-length mirror inside the bathroom door, she felt more relaxed, safer, more at peace with the strange feelings that had been bothering her.
Her beautiful body looked back at her from the mirror and she couldn't help admiring herself. It was at times like these when she looked upon her own feminine beauty that life didn't seem so terrible after all. She still had what many women her age had already lost. She still had her youthful beauty. There was not a sag or a fat area anywhere on her body. Not one visible wrinkle marred the perfection of her clear, smooth skin. Her breasts, though huge and heavy, were still uplifted firmly, her darkish nipples still clearly defined and eager to stiffen and stand out under the merest thought of sex.
She still had what many women had lost, and it made her more self-assured to know it. She was still a sexy piece. She knew she could attract any man with balls between his legs, and hold him indefinitely with her fine, feminine charms. She had been approached so many times that she no longer even paid any attention to the advances, simply refusing with a shrug of her shoulders. So far she had managed to run the daily obstacle course without letting herself get caught even once, but now she was beginning to wonder what good it was to run at all. Perhaps she should let herself get caught. Perhaps she should do the chasing herself. Perhaps she should take the advice of the boy in her dream. Perhaps she really should "go after the real thing" when she woke up. She was awake and she decided to go after it. And the real thing, as far as she was concerned, was Terry Davisson himself.
She flicked on the electric cock and touched the vibrating head of it to her cheeks, running it all over her face and even putting it into her mouth and sucking on it. Her inner cheeks and tongue tingled wildly as the big thing filled her face with hard, humming, cock-shaped plastic. She imagined how Terry's cock would feel inside her mouth. Of course she hadn't even seen his organ, at least not naked and exposed the way it had been in her dream, but she had caught herself eyeing his crotch on several occasions. She hadn't been able to help herself. His young boy's crotch always bulged so obviously that she wondered how any woman could resist a second glance, if not a bold stare.
She let her dildo slip from her mouth and glide over her skin down to her glowing breasts. She brought the thing against the light brown shadow of the gooseflesh areolas that encircled her already hard nipple peaks. Her tits tingled wildly as the insistent humming of the big hard imitation dick stimulated them. She held her tits in her hands while she alternately used the dildo on the nipples. She pinched her tits and kneaded the flesh, imagining that it was Terry who held her charms in his strong young hands. She imagined too that it was Terry who was rubbing his hard dick over the hard tips of her tits. She imagined feeling the silken lubricant that she knew would be oozing from the head of his turgid, youthful staff. She imagined that staff sliding in and out between her huge mammaries, slickening them with pre-cum. She could almost feel the heaviness of Terry's hard cock and big soft balls resting between her tits.
She knew that Terry had a big cock between those trim young legs of his. She knew it because it always showed so clearly through the tight pants he always wore. She remembered dropping by Joan's place one morning while she was washing Terry's clothes. She remembered asking where all his underwear was. Joan had told her with a laugh that he had stopped wearing underwear years ago. She had known that bit of personal information about Terry for a long time, and knew why his obviously long dick showed so clearly under his pants.
Just yesterday he had met her on the street on the way home from the community swimming pool, wearing only his trunks and carrying a towel over his tanned shoulder. She had seen him coming far down the sidewalk and had tried valiantly not to let her attention rest between his naked legs. He walked toward her with his usual cocky walk, a walk that caused his tightly encased organs to move from side to side with each step. He smiled a handsome young smile and she said hello to him, wanting to pass him as quickly as possible. Just as she was about to move on, he called her back. He stood before her on the sidewalk and raised his arms high over his head, opening his body to her.
"How do you like my new trunks, Mrs. Reynolds?" he asked, staring her straight in the eye.
"They're very tight....." she said. She was mortified. She had intended to say "They're very nice, Terry." The slip of her tongue made the blood rush to her face. She closed her eyes and corrected herself, feeling horribly embarrassed.
"Yeah, Mrs. Reynolds, I guess they are pretty tight." He grinned, looking at her with a peculiar gleam in his eye. "How do you like my new slogan?" he asked, pointing down to his crotch.
She forced her eyes to travel down his torso and stop at his groin. She blinked again and again, involuntarily, as she tried to look between his legs. She had seen a brighter spot of color there as he had walked toward her. She saw now that he had had a patch sewn onto his trunks that said "Try it, you'll like it," in bright orange letters.
"You boys!" she said in a voice that sounded a bit too high to be natural. She knew her eyes hesitated a while before she could tear them from the big bulge between the boy's legs.
"Just for fun, Mrs. Reynolds." He grinned at her. "I'll see you later."
Marilyn walked on and went about her business that day with the sight of the bulging cock and balls beneath Terry's tight trunks lingering in her mind and making her incredibly horny all day. She was excited by that incident even now as she continued to rub her dildo over her tits. She slowly moved it down to her stomach and lingered at her navel, tingling it with its incessant vibrations. She let it move slowly down the front of her body, let it explore her as if it had a mind of its own. She kept her eyes blissfully closed while she remembered another incident in which Terry had seemed to purposefully excite her.
Once again the incident had seemed, from outward appearances at the time, to have been relatively innocent, but now that she reconsidered it, perhaps it hadn't been so innocent after all. She had called Joan very early one morning to see if she wanted to do some early shopping. Joan had been asleep but said she would like to go along. She told Marilyn to go right over. Joan was going to get dressed. Marilyn was to let herself in as usual and go up to Joan's room, if she wasn't ready when she got there.
She did as Joan asked. She found the house quiet. Apparently Joan and Terry were not stirring yet. She went upstairs to Joan's room. On the way she knew she would have to pass Terry's bedroom. She looked down the long hall and saw that his bedroom door was wide open. She tiptoed down the hall a little way and then noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom at the far end of the hall. She thought that her friend was taking a shower. She wished she didn't have to pass the boy's room on the way to Joan's at the end of the hall. She had no choice, however, and continued to tiptoe down the hall. She was only two or three yards from Terry's door when she was suddenly frozen in her tracks.
To her complete surprise, she saw the bathroom door fly open. Terry walked out into the hall. He was sopping wet and buck-naked. He held a towel down at his groin and was rubbing himself there absent-mindedly as he strode briskly toward his room. He was looking down at the floor and hadn't seen Marilyn at first. When he finally did look up, he had a shocked look on his face for only an instant. It was replaced immediately by the slightly wicked grin she had seen him flash at her many times before. He just kept walking toward her as if nothing had happened, still slowly rubbing his wet lower belly.
"Hi, Mrs. Reynolds! How's it goin'?" he said. "I guess you want to see Mom. She's still in bed, I think. Why don't you just go right on in?" he said, apparently noting that Marilyn was in no condition to say anything. He disappeared into his room.
Marilyn couldn't force herself to move for a moment or two. She stood riveted in place for a while, unable to move at all until he was out of sight in his room. She heard him whistling as if nothing had happened. And indeed nothing really had, at least not yet, but to her the effect of seeing his wet, glistening body nearly totally exposed to her was a powerful one. Her heart had stopped completely when she had first seen him, now it was racing wildly. Her breathing was fast and short. She noticed that the boy hadn't even bothered to close his door behind him. She held her breath and walked quickly past the door.
She didn't know why at the time, but she couldn't resist casting the briefest sidelong glance into the boy's room as she passed the wide-open door. She could not forget even now the' sight she saw that morning. Terry was standing with his back toward the doorway, totally naked and more beautiful in his nakedness then she had ever imagined. She remembered the sight of his slightly damp back, rippling with youthful muscles, as he briskly toweled his head of curly brown hair. She remembered catching sight for an instant of his masculine perfectly sculptured buttocks, hard looking and smooth. She saw his buttocks tensing and noticed that he was standing on his tiptoes, stretching as he dried his hair, his long legs flexing with male power. She could even see the shadow of his young balls dangling between his legs. She wanted to stand there and stare at him until he turned around, but she knew it was impossible. She passed the door in an instant and the incident was only a memory.
It was a memory that stirred her now that the electric cock was buried between her quaking legs. The humming head of the sculptured plastic cock tingled her clit and sent waves of fire coursing up her belly. She imagined a real cock inside her cunt. She imagined Terry's hard erect poker fucking inside her with crazy strength and vigor. She imagined how huge his young cock must be to make such a big bulge in his pants. She imagined how that big thick poker would feel jammed up into her belly. She imagined how hard and unyielding it would be, the cock of a boy so young. She imagined how it would arch up inside her cunt strong and stiff. And it was under the influence of these hot images that she finally flashed in a mad orgasm.
She closed her eyes even tighter than before and threw her head back when she first felt the burning flood of her climax. She let her head rest on the clouds that seemed to surround her, that seemed to buoy her up and carry her away for a while. All her energies drained away and left her in deep tranquility. She felt a slow flowing of moisture inside her pussy. She shoved the cock into her all the way and left it there all by itself, humming away inside her while she collapsed in a state of consciousness approaching sleep.
When she regained her self-control, she found herself kneeling on the floor, her head resting against the mirror. Her pussy had relaxed and let the dildo slip out and fall to the floor, still humming. She looked down at it with repulsion. She felt herself flush with embarrassment. Although she had desired desperately the relief of an orgasm, she hated herself for letting it happen this sterile way every time. She glared at herself in the mirror. Never again! Never again!
She was a beautiful woman, willing to search for pleasure and free of any real moral obligations to her passionless husband. Why shouldn't she enjoy her life? She would! She had to. She would never again resort to masturbation to achieve her much-needed pleasure. She picked up the heavy bathroom scales and smashed it down on the still humming plastic cock. She smiled in peace when she heard the plastic crack and shatter and the humming stop.
In that moment of indignation and newfound hope, she vowed to herself that she would jump headlong into the whirlpool of her own desires. She would strive from that day forward to satisfy her sexual urges in whatever way she could as long as she hurt nobody in the process. It seemed a philosophy of pleasure that she could live with. It would be the cornerstone of her new life.
CHAPTER THREE
Marilyn remembered in the morning that Harold was leaving that very day to attend a business conference in Florida. She had forgotten about his trip completely. It struck her as hilarious that she could have completely forgotten that her husband was about to leave her for two weeks. It demonstrated graphically her total lack of interest in the helpless man. He asked her, almost begged her, to go with him at the last minute, but she declined, making no excuses for her refusal. She welcomed the opportunity to be rid of her burden for a while.
She didn't even accompany Harold to the airport, preferring instead to take leave of him at their door with the usual meaningless kiss, which this particular morning was colder than ever. While she watched him striding down the sidewalk away from her, her thoughts were not of him at all. She looked out and down the street at Terry Davisson's bedroom window. She decided that this was just the opportunity to put her vows of the previous night to the test. This would be the first day of her new life of abandoned sexuality.
She wanted to seduce Terry Davisson in the worst way. She half suspected that it wouldn't take much if his behavior in the past was any indication of his feelings toward her. She decided to call him up and get him over to her house under some pretense and proceed from there. She was going to show him that she could match him intention for intention.
She called the Davisson house and was surprised when a strange voice answered the phone. It was a deep husky voice with the same carefully controlled sexy drawl Terry used when he was trying to be provocative. And yet it was definitely not Terry's voice. It was an older voice. She was distracted for a moment from her mission and tried to imagine who the voice might belong to. She knew that Joan had a great many sex interests, but this voice seemed too young to be one of her fuckers.
"Is Terry there?" she finally asked, after the voice had said hello several times.
"Yeah, I'll call him. You one of his chicks?" the voice said.
"No ... not exactly...." she stammered.
"If you're not one of his chicks what the hell are you botherin' him for?" the voice continued.
"I ... I want him to do some work for me. I'm Marilyn Reynolds from next door," she stammered. The conversation was taking an unexpected and uncomfortable turn.
"The girl next door, huh? Oh, yeah! Marilyn! Hey, I've heard about you!" the voice said, a note of sexual connotation in it. "I'll call him."
Marilyn just sat there in shock, the phone almost slipping from her hand. Whoever that young man was on the other end of the line, he was able to stir her up inside and leave her drained. She had intended to pour on all her charm to begin seducing Terry, but now she wondered if she could even carry on a sensible conversation with him or anybody else. And what had he meant by saying he had heard of her? Was he just joking? Or was there more to the comment than a bit of rude fun? She had felt an almost instinctive dislike for the voice, but it did something to her that she herself would have been hard pressed to explain.
She heard Terry's voice and put the receiver shakily to her ear. She had half a mind to hang up and call back when she had regained control of herself.
"Hi, Mrs. Reynolds! You there?" she heard him ask.
"Yes ... Yes, I'm here, Terry," she said, her voice still quavering slightly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Oh, nothing ... nothing at all, Terry," she said, trying to get control of her voice.
"My big brother give you a hard time?" he asked.
"Your brother?" she asked.
"Yeah, Mrs. Reynolds. That was Jack. He's going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks," he said, obviously pleased. "Don't let him bother you. He's a cut-up. Whatever he said, I apologize for him."
Marilyn was silent for a few seconds. In the time she had known the Davissons, nobody had ever spoken about Joan's eldest son. Marilyn had wondered why his name was never mentioned. She would never have known of this eldest son's existence had she not found a-birth certificate in the bottom of an old trunk Joan had given her to reline with velvet. She had asked about this mysteriously absent son of hers, but stopped questioning when she noticed Joan's extreme discomfort. She had broached the subject on several occasions and had gotten the same results. Each time Joan had gotten suddenly nervous, something highly unusual for her, and had changed the subject immediately.
"Mrs. Reynolds?" she heard Terry say.
"Yes ... I'm sorry, Terry. I just wanted to know if you could come over to my house sometime this morning to help me move some furniture," she forced herself to say. It was as good a way as any to get him into her house, although she was still not certain what, if anything, she would do with him when she got him there.
"Sure, Mrs. Reynolds. Any time!" Terry said.
"Thank you, Terry. You know how my husband's back has been bothering him lately. He always seems to have some ailment or other. He's gone away for two weeks, and I do need to get things straightened around. It would be nice to have a big strong boy like you to help me around the house once in a while," she said. She was amazed at her own boldness.
"Well, sure, Mrs. Reynolds," he said, his voice deepening. "I'D be glad to help you any way I can. Maybe I should bring Jack over. I think he'd like to meet you," he said.
"No! No, Terry," she almost shouted without thinking. "I mean, it won't be necessary to bring your brother. There isn't much to move really, and I think you can handle it all by yourself." There was something about this brother of his that she was not ready for. Besides, his presence would surely ruin her efforts at seduction, if she could bring herself to make any.
"He sure would like to meet you, Mrs. Reynolds," Terry said, insistently.
"He said he had heard all about me," she said, not knowing why.
"Aw, he says that to all the girls." Terry laughed.
"I'm not exactly a girl any more, but I appreciate the compliment. Unfortunately, I'm just not properly dressed to meet anyone new at the moment," she said, wishing she hadn't said it. She knew that she wasn't handling the situation very well. She struggled to collect herself. She had wanted to sound as sultry and alluring as possible, and not give any impression of insecurity. She wanted Terry to know exactly what she was after before he came to her. That would make it easier for her, she hoped.
"Are you sure you're dressed to meet me then?" he asked.
"Oh, don't worry, Terry. I'm ready for you any time," she said. "Just come over any time this morning, the sooner the better, of course. Just bring those big muscles of yours. I'll be waiting for you, Terry dear," she whispered. She hung up the receiver gently and sank back in her chair in relief. She was glad Terry couldn't hear the deep sigh that betrayed her insecurity.
She had taken the first fateful step, the step she knew had to lead her in new directions. There was no turning back now. She had done her best to let him know that she was open to him. If he had really tried to excite her the many times she thought he had, he would surely welcome the chance to have her. If she had imagined his intentions, if he really was innocent of them, he would probably dismiss her remarks as a mere joke. She could only wait.
She didn't have to wait long. In a few short minutes the doorbell rang. She barely had time to undress quickly and put on her sexiest transparent negligee. She also put on a pair of bright red panties with no crotch. She had bought them in an effort to arouse Harold. They had failed miserably. She knew they could not fail to arouse a young boy, especially one as obviously well-endowed as Terry. Her hot pussy began to tingle in anticipation. She stopped in front of her mirror just long enough to quickly assess herself. She sprinkled a bit of her most provocative perfume and decided that she looked ravishing enough to capture the cock she needed. She had misgivings for an instant as she stood at the door with her hand poised above the knob, but they quickly vanished as they had come and left her feeling free to exercise her womanly charms in this new and perhaps dangerous game.
She threw open the door and smiled a comely smile. She knew her huge breasts were glaringly obvious beneath her black lace negligee. She knew too that the boy could not help noticing the fact that she wore very little over her pussy. She looked the shocked and amazed boy in the eye with a look of daring. She knew he had to see the fire she felt burning in her eyes. She saw him blink a few times very quickly. Perhaps she was a little more than he had expected. She saw him swallow a couple of times and saw his eyes darting over her luscious and brazenly displayed body.
"Come in, silly," she said. "I can't stand in the door this way forever. Who knows what people might think." She took him by the arm and led him inside, closing the door firmly behind them.
He stood dumbly for a while, his eyes flashing with excitement, traveling over her body and trying in vain to take her all in at once. She surged inside with the passion that her wanton display provoked even within herself. She couldn't imagine how her appearance was affecting him, a young male with virile urges.
"How do you like my new negligee?" She smiled, putting her hands behind her back and raising her arms. Her tits were out-thrust beneath her flimsy garment her already hard nipples poking at the material. She stood on her tiptoes and tossed her head, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of liquid gold. She suddenly felt very young.
"Jesus!" Terry gasped.
She was glad to see him standing in rapt attention, his eyes raping her. She stood motionless for a while letting him look at her body. She looked at him with the same hunger that showed in his eyes. She gazed at his wide shoulders, longing to touch the smooth, tanned skin that was revealed by his tight tank-top. His upper arms were bulging with carefully built muscles. She could easily make out the clearly sculptured muscles of his hard young chest and the several ripples of power in his firm stomach. Her eager stares soon traveled down his stomach to his lower body, resting beneath his heavy leather belt. She stared hotly at his bulging male organs, hidden in a soft wad beneath his skin-tight Levi's. Her twat began to twitch inside and burn as she stared at the boy's crotch.
She noticed that his breathing, which had been rapid and shallow when he had first seen her naked display, was now slowing down and becoming more natural. It was as if the power of her mature woman's body had first terrified him and then began to soothe him. She knew that she would have to go easy at first, even though she knew now that her imagination had not tricked her when it had told her he was interested in her in more than a casual way.
She walked toward him slowly, her big tits barely moving as she approached him. She saw him looking at her in disbelief and yet with total acceptance of her offer of sex. She wondered if he had ever had a woman. The trembling look in his eyes betrayed an inexperience that she was amazed at, and excited by. Was it possible that this young stud had never used his god-like body to excite and possess a woman before? Could it be that he was still a virgin? Could it be that his almost lewd conduct on several occasions, and his constantly flashed wicked grin, were only part of the usual masculinity games boys his age often played?
The possibilities thrilled her as she stopped before him and touched his cheek. He flinched involuntarily as her fingers touched his face. She looked into his handsome blue eyes and knew in an instant that he was indeed new to the world of sex. She decided that she had to be the one to open that world to him. She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. He followed dutifully, unable to keep his wild eyes off the woman's beautiful ass as it moved seductively from side to side as she walked.
He hadn't said a word so far other than an exclamation of amazement. It wasn't until she had him standing beside her bed that either of the two felt free enough to talk. He looked down at the floor with a look of shame on his face. He was afraid despite his previous displays of sexuality.
"Don't worry, Terry," she said and smiled. "We all have to start sometime. Maybe this is the right time."
"It had better be the right time, 'cause there's no way we can stop now," he said.
Marilyn looked down below his belt and saw what he was probably referring to. During the walk upstairs, his cock had apparently hardened under the influence of her bouncing ass. It stuck down his leg several inches, making a long, iron-hard bulge that throbbed visibly in his pants. It was just what she had been praying for for years, a hard, jerking cock that could fill her pussy and drive her mad with ecstasy. She almost fainted at the thought of how close she was to her dream.
Terry saw her looking hungrily at his cock and looked down too. He shuffled his feet am' moved about stiffly, as if trying in vain to hide his huge hard organ. She put her lovely hand on his shoulder and told him with a touch not to bother hiding it.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, Terry?" Marilyn asked in a soft, gentle voice.
"Hell, sure. Sure ... I mean...." he muttered.
"It's no shame to admit it, Terry darling," she said. "This is the first time, isn't it?"
Terry was silent for a while, still looking down the front of his body in a perfect attitude of shamed youth. "Yeah," he barely whispered.
"But you do want me, don't you?" she asked, knowing his reply even before he opened his mouth.
"Oh, God, yes! I sure as hell do!" he said, swallowing hard. He began to stare wide-eyed at her glorious tits again, his bulging dick seeming to grow larger with every minute.
"And you've been trying to turn me on for a long time, haven't you?" she asked. "Or has that just been my horny imagination?"
"Yeah, I have. I'm sorry, Mrs. Reynolds! I really am! But I just couldn't help it. Damn it! Every time I think about you, I get a...."he faltered.
"You get a what?" she urged, wanting to hear the words from his own lips. "You get a what, Terry?"
"I get a hard-on, Mrs. Reynolds. And then I have to jack off just imagining what it would be like to...." he said, looking down to the floor again.
"What it would be like to fuck me?" she asked, her pussy terribly hot by now.
"Yeah! I've wanted to for a long time! I don't know why, Mrs. Reynolds, but every time I see you I get a hard-on and I just can't help it! I wanted you to know how it was with me! I guess all those times I tried to get you to notice me, I was just trying to make you think I knew how to get women! But I didn't know how to get to you! Sure, I've been out with girls. But, shit, they don't even let me start anything. I think they're scared of my cock. Besides, they're nothing like you! You're so beautiful. I've wanted you for so long!" he pleaded.
"You see how you succeeded in getting to me, Terry," she said. "I don't see how any woman could resist a handsome young stud like you. I've wanted you too, Terry!" she said, looking back at him with bold passion burning in her deep green eyes. "My stupid husband can't get a hard-on any more. Can you imagine that? He's dead between the legs. I haven't had a good fuck for eighteen years. Can you believe it? I need a young man to satisfy me, Terry! I need your young hard dick to stretch my cunt! I want you as much as you want me, Terry!" she gasped. "Let me have you! Let me have your dick!"
The horny young boy and the luscious older woman rushed together in a wild embrace, holding each other tight for a few moments. Marilyn felt her full tits crush up against the tall boy's muscular chest, pressing against the thin material of his tank-top. She felt dizzy when she considered the fact that this was probably the first time he had ever felt a woman's breasts pressed up against him. She wondered how he felt inside. She knew how she felt. It was the first time in years that she had been held in the arms of a strong, urgent male. And it was the first time ever that she had been on the brink of a sexual encounter with a young boy, a boy young enough to be her son.
She felt Terry's rock-hard erection pressing for a moment against her leg. He jumped back when his cock touched her. She moved her leg closer to him, rubbing it up against the hard bulge of his dick. She wanted him to know that anything that happened was perfectly all right with her. She continued to rub her long lovely leg against the boy's hard dick. She could feel the denim of his jeans rubbing against her soft, naked leg, the heat of his throbbing, blood-filled organ emanating from his pants.
Terry's eyes were tightly closed as her leg rubbed against his, her knee pushing against his bulging crotch. He held her in a vise-like grip. She knew he was afraid to let her go for fear the scene would prove to be a wild dream. She understood his fears and proceeded to allay them. She cooed softly and began kissing his smooth face very gently. She pressed her lips gently against his closed eyelids. She nibbled gently on his ear, putting her tongue inside it. She smoothed her silken face against his cheek, all the time rubbing his crotch with her naked knee.
When she had finally succeeded in calming him with her gentle attentions, he released his tight hold on her. She kissed him full on the lips, insinuating her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. Her tongue tickled the roof of his mouth and slid around his teeth. He responded in kind, their tongues entwining in a deep French kiss. Marilyn began to melt inside under the influence of the boy's intensity. She felt his every muscle tensing as the energy built up inside him. She was proud to know that she could drive him wild and control him at the same time.
When she knew that he was ready for anything she had to offer, she stepped away from him and began to untie the negligee that barely covered her feminine charms. She untied it and let it fall in a fluffy pile at her feet. She now wore only the crotchless red panties. She stood before the boy, proudly displaying the great tits that had been her pride all her life. And no wonder. They were the biggest, most beautiful things Terry had ever seen. They were better than anything he had seen in magazines, better than anything the girls he knew had to offer, better even than he had imagined in his wet dreams and masturbation fantasies.
Marilyn held her hands under her breasts, lifting them slightly, offering them to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her big boobs. She began to make them bounce slightly. The yielding full flesh jiggled as she moved her palms up and down under them. She squeezed them too, squeezed her tits until they were somewhat elongated, calling the boy's attention to the smallish, light-brown nipples that crowned them. She moved toward him and stopped at arm's length.
"Do you like my tits?" she breathed. "Do you like these, stud? Why don't you touch them? They're all yours, Terry honey."
"Are you sure it's all right?" the boy rasped.
"It won't be all right if you don't," she said. "You can have anything you see, Terry. Just don't hurt me with those big strong hands, muscle boy."
With a deep sigh, Terry reached out and placed his hand ever so gently on one of Marilyn's warm, fleshy boobs. She felt his finger tremble at first. The trembling stopped after a moment or two and she felt him steadying, becoming more and more sure of himself. He smoothed his hand over her breast while she continued to hold them in her hands. Then he placed his other hand on her other breast and began to stroke it, too. She took her hands away and reached out to touch his shoulders, which were bare in his sleeveless tank-top. She thrilled at the smoothness of his tight skin, letting her fingers glide over the gentle curves of his firm young muscles.
Terry put his hands where hers had been under her tits. He cupped them in his hands and weighed them carefully, not wanting to upset her. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was indeed open to anything he wanted to do with her. He kneaded the warm yielding flesh of her bosoms, thrilling at the resiliency of her tits. They seemed to come alive as he squeezed them, responding to his touch. He began to pinch the hard nipples that topped her luscious jugs, feeling them hard and yet strangely soft at the same time against his fingertips.
"Kiss them, Terry. Kiss my tits," Marilyn said, still feeling the muscles of the boy's strong shoulders.
He needed no further prodding. He had felt the burning desire to suck her tits. He buried his face in the crevice between her tits and inhaled the sexy fragrance of the perfume she had sprinkled there. He felt her grip his shoulders hard when he fell against her tits. He took her globes in his hands and crushed them against his cheeks, rubbing the piles of soft flesh against his cheeks. He began to kiss her between her tits, his kisses traveling all over her until they reached the stiff tips of her nipples. When he took the first nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it roughly, he realized for the first time what a power he had over the woman.
She began to breathe heavily, her breasts heaving. She squeezed his shoulders tighter and tighter.
He instinctively began encircling her areolas with the tip of his eager tongue, driving her crazy. He alternated his sucking between both breasts, squeezing the other while he worked on its twin. He soon felt the woman's hands running up and down his sides, felt her palms rubbing again and again against the hair under his arms, tickling and exciting him.
The sensations in Marilyn's pussy were too strong to resist. She had to have the boy's face buried between her legs. She got control of herself somehow and removed her hands from Terry's body. She put her hands against his cheeks and pulled his head away from her tits.
"I want you to eat my cunt! I want you to suck my pussy until I cum! Here, take it! Suck my cunt! Lick it! Eat it!" she gasped, sitting on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and presented her furry cunt to the hungry boy. The red panties framed her hairy bush beautifully. The soft, golden hair of her twat rested between her long legs like a cloud.
CHAPTER FOUR
Terry got on all fours at her feet and put his face closer to her cunt as he crawled toward her inch by inch. Marilyn sensed that he was still somewhat afraid. Who could blame him? This was the first time, she knew, that he had been so close to a woman's cunt. It had to be an awesome experience for a boy so young and inexperienced, finding himself face to face with a thirty-eight-year-old woman's steamy twat. She would let him take his time, she decided. She would just sit there with her cunt open to him and let him examine her between the legs for a while before she instructed him in the fine art of cunt-eating. She could feel the warm juices flowing inside her cunt.
The boy stopped a few inches away from Marilyn's cunt and stared wild-eyed between her legs. She moved her legs ever so slightly as she sat there; her pussy opening and closing a little with each movement. He stared at the raggedy outer lips of her treasure, marveled at the scent that wafted past his nostrils, marveled too at the moisture that appeared on her pussy. It looked hot and excited. He wondered if it felt anything like his cock did. He wondered if she could really be as horny as he was. He found out soon enough.
He couldn't resist moving his face closer to her cunt. He sniffed around in her golden pubic hair, moving her hairs with his nose. He reached out and touched the soft hair around her cunt, tickling her with his fingers. He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs near her wet gash, letting his instincts carry him away. His eager kisses soon brought his lips to the soft swelling on either side of her wet opening. He pressed his young lips against the responding flesh around her cunt and began to feel more and more in control of the situation. He also began to feel the woman's naked leg rubbing against his crotch again.
Terry felt the woman's foot push up between his legs under his hot balls, her toes cradling his sperm-filled nuts. He wanted desperately to get his pants off and let his throbbing cock out, but he was still not sure enough of himself. He still felt as though he had to let her do the leading. He felt her toes sliding up and down the great length of his aching cock, her big toe rubbing against the knob of it. She was driving him nuts. He suddenly buried his face in her musky cunt and started lapping at her wildly. He licked her all over, not knowing where to start. He lapped at her pubic hair for a while, spitting out the hairs that came out in his mouth. He lapped at her inner thighs. He lapped outside her cuntlips. He started running his tongue up and down the crevice between her lips. She quivered noticeably when she felt his tongue.
He reached out and spread the lips of her cunt open, gazing at her tiny turgid little clitoris. He opened her still farther and looked up inside her very belly. She suddenly felt very wicked and lewd as she let the boy gaze up into her. She reached down and pushed his head against her twat, burying his face between her legs and holding him there. She clamped her legs together and squeezed. She felt his licking increase with renewed vigor. She felt the boy's nose pressing against her crimson gash as he licked her. She felt his tongue finally snake inside her, exploring her inner channel, raising her higher and higher toward a sexual plateau.
"I want you! I want to suck your cock!" she heard herself cry. "Stand up! Hurry! Stand up, Terry, and let me see your beautiful cock!"
He thought she would suffocate him between her legs, she held him against her pussy so tightly. He liked eating her cunt but he also liked the idea of having his cock sucked. All the girls he had approached had been scared to death of his cock, and all he had gotten so far was a few hand jobs. The idea of actually having a woman's sexy lips fastened around his pole was enough to practically make him cream his jeans. He managed to tear himself away from her juicy box and stood up as she had requested, or rather demanded in her obvious excitement.
He immediately began to unfasten his belt. He wanted to get his fucker out as soon as possible. He felt as though his stiff dick would tear his pants open if he didn't release it quickly. She had different ideas, however, and let him know it by brushing his hands away from his belt.
"I want to do it myself, Terry. Let me take your pants off for you, darling. We're not in a hurry, are we?" she cooed, kneeling before him.
"Shit, yes, we're in a hurry! I'm gonna shoot off in my fuckin' pants pretty soon," he said.
"That wouldn't be any great loss, would it?" she asked. "I know how boys your age can get their cocks up almost indefinitely if they have someone like me to help them along."
"Yeah. I wanna shoot in your mouth! That all right? That all right?!" he said, losing whatever self control he had summoned.
"Of course, Terry. Anything goes, but first we've got to get your pants off. I want to take a nice long look at those balls and that big strong cock. I haven't seen a hard one in years," she said.
Terry didn't know what to do with his hands, so he just let them hang at his sides, feeling helpless again He sure hoped she knew what she was doing, because he knew it wouldn't take much to make him shoot a load of messy cum right into her pretty face. The idea of creaming this woman's face turned him on. She was so much older than he was, and so beautiful! It would be almost like shooting a load of sperm at his own mother! He had dreamed of doing just that on several occasions, although he wouldn't think of telling anyone about it.
"I like the clothes you wear, Terry," she said. "I like tight pants on boys with big cocks. I like to see your genitals under your pants. I like your big leather belt too. It makes you look masculine and powerful," she whispered as she proceeded to unbuckle his belt.
Terry could say nothing as she worked on his pants. He could hardly breathe. The only thing he could feel was the hot blood pounding in his jerking rod and the electrical surges inside his young nuts. He heard his belt buckle jingle as she unfastened it and let it dangle in front of his body. He balled his fists in tense anticipation of the ball-busting sensations he knew were about to overtake him. He heard his zipper being slowly pulled down.
"You don't wear any underwear to hide that cock of yours, do you?" she said as she saw his curly black pubic hair coming into view. "Your mother told me you gave up wearing underpants a long time ago. I'll bet you knew your sexual equipment would show up better if you went without underwear, didn't you?"
Marilyn heard him groan in agreement. She was glad to see that she had reduced him to a tense mass of sex-thrilled muscle. He couldn't talk. He couldn't move. She had him just where she wanted him. She stared greedily into his pants, which spread farther and farther apart as his zipper went down, seeming to open itself as it strained with the weight of his cock and balls.
While she tugged down his zipper, she held the bulging head of his dick through his pants, pressing at it with the palm of her hand. She felt the slippery wetness of the pre-cum he had been oozing so profusely while he ate her out. She felt his legs stiffen when she reached inside his pants and let them hang free over the tight V of his well-stretched fly.
She then reached around to his sides and took his balled fists in her hands to comfort him. She kissed his lower belly and began sniffing around in his thick nest of pubic hair, almost fainting with the heavy masculine scent of him. She kissed his throbbing balls lightly, sending a noticeable spasm through his tense young body. She began to lick the sac covering his precious nuts, forcing his boy balls apart with her tongue, licking the parting place between them. Her hot, hairy cunt was dripping with desire. She had to see his cock, had to see the machine that would soon fill her with pleasure.
She let go his hands and began peeling his pants down over his hard body. He made a motion to help her but she brushed his hands away again, proceeding to uncover him herself. With some difficulty she managed to peel his tight Levi's down until they were held up only by the thick plug of hard dick that stretched down his leg. He straightened his body and squirmed a bit while she tugged mercilessly at his pants. Soon enough, the big organ was free. When his pants pulled away from it, the hard staff shot up like a steel trap and slapped hard against his belly. She was almost slapped by it as it jerked up free of its confinement. She looked up where the head of it rested against the thin material of the boy's tank-top.
Terry's entire body was stiff as a board. He almost stood on his tiptoes as if trying to get away from Marilyn's hungry mouth while at the same time aching for her. Her green eyes widened when she gazed upon Terry's jerking post for the first time. It was even more beautiful than it had been in her dreams. She suddenly seized his balls and began tugging at them. He winced in pain as she jerked at his nuts. At the same time it was an almost enjoyable pain. The pain disappeared entirely when the horny woman engulfed the head of his whang with her face.
Terry almost collapsed when she swallowed his dick. He knew that he was going to shoot cum into her face in a second or two. He knew that it had only been a miracle that he hadn't shot off in his pants. He arched his back and thrust his long dick into her face while she sucked him hard.
Marilyn felt her mouth filled to capacity with hot cock. The pre-cum oozed from his dickhead, slickening the inside of her mouth with salty lubricating fluid. She felt his rod banging against the back of her throat as she plunged her head up and down over his hard boycock. It was so huge that she had to resort to grasping the base of his dick with her hand while she sucked it, jerking him off at the same time, her fist slamming again and again against his hairy balls.
Terry wanted to eat her out again. He had loved the taste and scent of the woman's juicy cunt. It was a feast he would never be able to forget or resist, if she ever offered it to him again. He wanted desperately to shove his poker into her cunt and ream her out with it. He wanted to eat her out and fuck her wildly in every hole she had. He wanted to fill her body with his hot gallons of sperm until it came out of her ears. He was almost mad because he could only fuck her in one place at a time. If only he could suck her cunt while she ate his dick.
Marilyn, too, was burning with passion. Her pussy was on fire and crazy surges thrilled her body. Knowing that the boy whose dick she sucked had to be feeling similar urges, she wanted to do her best to satisfy them. She wanted his face buried between her legs again. She wanted to cum with his handsome boy's face between her legs.
"Lie down on your back!" she said, pulling her head off his dick with an audible pop.
Terry obeyed eagerly and fell to the floor, lying on the thick rug with his dick jerking up at the ceiling. He gripped the base of it and pushed it down toward his feet until it stood straight up. Marilyn quickly positioned herself with her big juicy cunt directly over his face, sitting until her cuntlips opened and rubbed against his lips.
"Now eat my cunt while I suck you off," she said.
She heard him moaning in pleasure as she took his dick into her mouth once again. He began lapping between her legs again with ever-increasing vigor. She felt his long tongue rubbing against her swollen clitoris, felt it lapping at her rpsy crevice with power and urgency. The harder she sucked the boy's cock, the harder he licked her pussy. When she took his balls in her hands again and began kneading them, he responded by grasping her full, firm buttocks and squeezing them, pulling her womanly asscheeks apart and running his fingers down the crack of her ass.
Terry began bucking against Marilyn's face, fucking her mouth with wild thrusts. She almost choked each time his cock banged against her tonsils. When she suddenly felt his hardest thrust and saw his back arch up off the floor, she knew that he was about to cum into her. She knew, too, that his lapping at her clit was soon to bring her off as she hadn't been brought off in years.
The boy's cock suddenly swelled as tight as it could possibly get. Marilyn prepared to swallow the load of hot sperm he was about to shoot into her. Just as her pussy flashed with a surge of electricity, she felt his balls explode. She felt shot after shot of hot liquid boycum blast into her mouth, shooting against the back of her throat until she thought she might drown. She hadn't felt anything like it in years, and was unprepared for the sheer volume of the little boy's ejaculation. It began to drip from the corners of her pretty mouth as she tried in vain to swallow it all.
Terry could tell by the sudden quaking of Marilyn's body that she was cumming just as he was. Her cunt moistened and ran with the fluids of sex. He continued to lap at her. He had never felt such a thrill as he felt shooting off into this lovely woman's face. None of the hand jobs his girl friends had given him came close to this. He knew he had to do it again and again. He just kept shooting and shooting more cum as if he would never stop. He felt his sperm dripping onto his balls and into his pubic hair.
The horny fuckers were about to collapse together and drift off on currents of sexual relief when their sexy dream world fell apart.
They were both filled with unutterable horror when they distinctly heard a voice coming from the kitchen. It was Joan!
"Marilyn! Marilyn! Anyone home?" they heard her call.
They were frozen in place for a while as they listened intently to the voice that moved from room to room downstairs.
"It's your mother!" Marilyn gasped.
"Oh, shit!" Terry groaned. "What're we gonna do now?"
"There's a tree outside the window!" Marilyn whispered frantically. "Can you climb down it?"
"Yeah," he replied. "I gotta get out of here!"
Terry jumped up and tried to get his pants on. He tucked his still erect cock into his pants with great difficulty and threw open the window. Marilyn kissed him quickly on the cheek and said she would call him again. He returned her quick kiss and shinnied down the tree in a flash, his unfastened belt buckle making a noisy jingle as he escaped. He hoped nobody would see him leaving a married woman's bedroom under such curious circumstances.
Marilyn grabbed a towel and hurriedly wiped her best friend's son's sperm from her lips. She bent over quickly and rubbed some of it off the rug where it had dribbled from between his legs. She tried to adjust her negligee and make herself presentable and natural to Joan, whom she could hear just outside her bedroom door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack Davisson pulled his sports car off the dusty country road he remembered so well from his high school days. He let his heavy hand fall to the pretty bare knee of the sweet young thing who sat next to him. He felt her leg tremble a bit. It was a familiar feeling, this slight trembling of feminine flesh, and a feeling he had learned to expect. He had a power over women that frightened and excited them at the same time, and he knew it.
As he looked the girl over, he felt damn proud of himself. He had been in town only three days after an absence of four years, and already he had found himself a sexy little chick to fuck, if only she would let him. He realized that her willingness to be picked up was not necessarily an indication of his success with her. He had learned from experience that many girls would go right along with him until they caught sight of or felt his Gargantuan cock. It was enough to frighten many girls into frigidity, but this was a sexy little piece and he had to try to poke her.
The girl, who said her name was Wendy, was the prettiest little pussy he had seen in town since his recent return. He had met her at Sandy's, a cheap but comfortable hash joint where he had hung out years before. He had stumbled in almost by accident, remembering that he had picked up chicks there in the dim past. He had immediately caught sight of his vision of loveliness sitting all alone and looking as if she needed some male companionship. One look at her creamy legs convinced him that he was just the companion she needed. Wendy hadn't been hard to pick up, although she had protested in the usual coy way. After a few minutes of meaningless conversation, a hand well placed under her short dress had been enough to shatter her pretenses of innocence.
Now that she was his for the taking, now that she sat next to him trembling with excitement, he knew that his task was just beginning. He knew that he had to proceed slowly and deliberately with her. Of course he knew that she was experienced in fucking. He knew from past experience that the free-fucking girls could best accommodate his mammoth dick. And yet he knew that it was quite likely that the club between his legs was far bigger than anything Wendy had tried to accept before. He knew that he would have to excite her more than she had ever been excited before. He would have to excite her until the heat of her cunt overpowered her fear of his cock.
It had always bothered him, this necessity to conquer his women, this foreknowledge that they would be afraid of his sexual machine. He had always had to approach fucking as a game, the object of which was the total submission of the female. He had always wanted a simple relationship of mutual trust and sexual enjoyment, but his longed-for honey fuck had never materialized. To be sure, he had found many girls who could take his monster cock into them in one place or another, but it had always been a battle. He had even resorted to physical force in order to gratify himself. It was these incidents that he hated to think about. He had never seriously hurt a girl, but he had left them crying and in pain from the lust-driven battering of his hard post.
He knew, however, that there was one woman at least who could take his cock and do things with it that drove him crazy, things that he could never forget. She had had him under her spell for only one wild night of totally abandoned sex, but he dared not think of her, dared not let her enter his mind even for a second. The mere thought of her could spell disaster.
Jack looked down at Wendy's long creamy legs. They were crossed at the moment. She bounced her foot lightly as she sat there listening to the soft rock music that drifted from his tape player. She had a slightly distracted attitude that Jack found irresistible. She actually seemed to be listening to the music while he turned her on with his practiced hands. She seemed almost aloof, although he could feel her flesh responding to his touch.
He liked looking at her lovely legs. She wore no stockings to hide the natural hue of her skin. There was a lithe vitality about her body that seemed to reside in her legs. Her legs were perfectly shaped, the slight curves flowing in perfect rhythm. Even in the pale light of a full moon, her legs glowed with a deep pink freshness. The natural glow of her skin seemed to go perfectly with the sweet lightness of the perfume that wafted up from her body. She seemed made for sex, her flesh vibrant and warm, her attitude cool but willing.
As she bounced her foot, Jack reached out and removed her shoe, taking her small bare foot in his hand. He smoothed his thumb over the top of her foot, feeling the unbelievable softness of her skin there. She giggled lightly when he suddenly ran his finger over the bottom of her foot. Her foot jumped away involuntarily. It thrilled him all the way to his balls to feel her responding to his touch.
He moved closer to her and let his eager hand travel from her foot up her warm leg. He held her calf in his hand for a moment, reveling in the warm firmness of her flesh. He slid his hand up behind her knee and tickled her there with his fingers. His hand was pressed between her legs, which were still crossed. She began breathing deeply as his hand ran farther and farther up her leg. He reached out with his other hand and raised her miniskirt, pushing it up her body as far as it would go. He could see the red nylon of her panties and the shadow of dark love-hair beneath the thin material.
She reached out and touched his shoulder, breathing deeply and obviously enjoying everything he was doing to her. He put his hand up between her legs and let his hot palm rest over the soft swelling of her love-mound. Jack felt the heat emanating from the mound of sex-flesh between her lovely legs, felt the slippery nylon of her panties sliding over the hair of her cunt as he ever-so-slowly moved his hand in a tight circle. He could soon detect the slow moistening of her feminine treasure as he stimulated her sex.
With his free hand, he reached out to unfasten her blouse, which strained with the weight of her big boobs. He had been so interested in the chick's legs that he hadn't taken the time to appraise her breasts. Now that he was almost sitting on her and staring between her tits, he couldn't avoid staring at the big beautiful things.
Her breasts burst into full view as soon as the last button of her blouse was undone. He had noticed immediately after he caught sight of her at the diner that she wasn't wearing a bra under her thin blouse. He had wondered how her blouse was keeping all that buxom beauty in place. Her beautiful tits were free of their confinement and open to his explorations. They were glorious beyond belief, those twin, perfectly molded globes of yielding flesh. Jack wanted to dive right into them and suck her tits until she went mad, but he remembered that he had to take his time with her. He had to raise her to a fever pitch.
He took his hand away from her hot box and began to fondle her tits. As he pulled his hand away from the juncture of her thighs, she tried to hold him there for a moment by squeezing her legs together. He gave her cunt one final rub and pulled his hand away. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of his hands roaming over her breasts. Jack could tell she was losing herself by the fiery look in her eye. Her aloofness had vanished and she was no longer listening to the music. She was no longer listening to anything except possibly their own heavy breathing.
Jack's hand roamed over her huge breasts, dropping between them and feeling the softness of her crevice. He put both hands on her breasts and kneaded them slowly, gently, until her breathing became slower, deeper. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened and stood out from the light brown circle of her areolas. He could tell she tingled inside when he touched her erectile flesh. She thrust out her naked bosoms toward him, offering herself to him. Her silk blouse surrounded her tits on either side in a luxurious haze of soft material. Jack rubbed the silk against her flesh for a while before he helped her remove her blouse completely.
She shrugged her delicate shoulders and let the blouse slip behind her. He reached behind and took the thin garment, throwing it into the back seat. When she shrugged her shoulders she looked almost innocent for a moment or two, her skin was so creamy and young. The illusion of innocence vanished however when the pretty little girl reached out to touch Jack's bulging crotch. He caught her hand just in time and started planting wet kisses on the back of it. He was afraid to let her feel the incredibly hard cock that threatened to tear his pants. One feel of the monster would likely frighten her. He had to wait until she was completely out of control.
He trailed kisses up her hand and all the way up her arm until he was lightly kissing her soft shoulder. He kissed her throat on his way to the glowing pinkish globes of her huge breasts. He trailed his eager tongue down between her tits and kissed the inner swellings of her flesh. His tongue found its way around the girl's luscious breasts until it stopped on her goose-flesh areolas. He began flicking his tongue over the hard tips of her tits until she began to squirm with pleasure.
He popped her nipples into his mouth one at a time, alternating between them, being careful to divide his attentions between them equally. Then he started biting her tits, nibbling on her erect nipple-flesh. He caught her nipples between his teeth and pulled on them from time to time, letting them slip from between his teeth and snap back against her breasts like elastic. All the while he held her upper legs in a strong grip.
She soon uncrossed her legs and spread them a little, opening her womanly treasure. He could detect the heady scent of her musky cunt rising and filling his nostrils with the undeniably exciting fragrance of sex. He slid his hand up her smooth leg and let it rest once again over the barely covered mound of her cunt. Her panties were quite wet by now with the freely flowing fluids of her excited sex.
Deftly he slipped his hand up her belly to the waistband of her red panties, letting his busy fingers find their way down under the thin material. His fingers were soon playing in the nest of love-hair between her legs, curling the little wisps of it around his fingertips. His hand descended ever closer to her steamy cunt. He held his other hand on her leg where her red panties met the soft skin of her crotch. While he explored the secret places inside her panties with one hand, he began to sneak the fingers of the other under the material at her crotch. Soon he had reached her sex-flesh with the eager fingers of both hands.
When his fingers touched her pouting cuntlips, she gasped audibly and tensed in every fiber of her body. She straightened up in the car seat involuntarily, the sensations between her legs were so intense. She pressed her legs together momentarily when she felt fingers touching her most secret place. She let her legs relax again when he kissed her full on the lips, his hands still busy between her lovely legs.
While the horny Jack played with Wendy's pretty cunt, she unbuttoned his shirt, opening it and smoothing her feminine hand over his smooth muscular chest. She played with his small hard nipples and let her other hand roam up and down his sides, stopping where his pants rode snugly on his hips. In the faint light of the moon she could barely make out what appeared to be an enormously long thick bulge that extended far down his leg. Jack saw the girl's eyes widen when she finally realized that that huge bulge had to be his cock.
He had managed so far to keep his turgid organ from rubbing against Wendy's naked leg, but now there was no hiding it from her. His heart began to pound. Would she be afraid of the massive thing? Would she scream in terror when she saw his long throbbing, oversize club? Would she start crying and demand to be driven home as had so many other pick-ups? Or would she prove to be one of the rare girls who could take all the cock he had to offer?
He could watch the fear building as he looked into her wide eyes. He felt her legs clamp hard against his hand, which he still worked between her creamy legs. He could sense tension building in every fiber of her body as the fiery sexual excitement struggled with her fear for control of her body and her mind. He knew that he had to do something in a hurry to keep her mind off the size of his dick.
"Let's go outside where there's more room," Jack suggested, removing his hand from her cunt and resting it soothingly on her leg.
She started to shake her head and draw away from him, but he was out of the car in a second and opening her door for her. He took her by her trembling hand and helped her out of the car. She drew her hand away and stood in the cold moonlight, trying to hold her blouse around her exposed breasts. She pushed her mini-skirt down around her and tried to adjust the flimsy garment to cover her modestly. Jack got the impression that it was all over for him. While she was buttoning her straining blouse, her eyes were fixed between his legs where his cock bulged hard and ready.
"What's wrong, Wendy? I thought we were makin' it real good," Jack said, knowing perfectly well what was bothering her.
"You're not using that on me, lover," she said, pointing to his lengthy rod.
"Shit, baby! You've had men before. What's wrong with a big cock? I'll make you feel good, baby, real good," he said, rubbing his dick through his tight pants.
"The last time I saw a cock like that was on a truck driver last year. That bastard took me out just like you did, but he wouldn't stop when I told him to. That fucker made me suck the damn thing! I couldn't even get it in my mouth, but he fucked me in the face anyway. Almost choked me to death! Sure, I've been out a few times. What else has a girl got to do in a one-horse town like this? But when I see a beast like that I draw the line. Now take me home before I call a cop," she said, finally buttoning the last button of her blouse.
"But you've got me so damned turned on, baby! What the hell am I supposed to do about this fuckin' hard-on?" he said, knowing that he could do nothing now short of rape, which was out of the question.
"I guess you'll just have to jack off, or find another girl, Jack. I'm through!" she said, turning and getting into the car.
"How about a hand job?" he pleaded, looking in through the car window at her.
"Not a chance, Jack. I know what'll happen if I get that thing out and start working on it. Pretty soon you won't want just a hand job. Then you'll try to shove the damn fucker up my cunt. I like big cocks, but this is ridiculous," she said, looking into her purse for her lipstick. The more he looked at her, the more she looked like a cheap little bitch. Before very long he had lost the urge to fuck her, although his cock still needed to be worked off.
He drove her back to the diner without saying a word. He watched her pretty little ass wiggle seductively when she got out of his car for the last time and hoofed it down the sidewalk into the beanery.
He was pissed more at his bad luck than he was at her. Had she been a little younger and less experienced, he might have gotten up her pussy with a bit of harmless force, but she knew what a cock the size of his could do to her. It took a special kind of woman to accept and enjoy his hunk of virility. He knew exactly what kind of woman it took. He had found that kind of woman once, or rather she had found him.
He couldn't help thinking about that woman as he drove home. He tried desperately to drive her memory from his mind. He tried to banish the memory of her lithe body that danced through his mind, tried to force back into the shadows of time the sight of her smallish tits, uplifted and firm like ripe melons of flesh. He tried to avoid thinking of her slender arms and sculptured shoulders, tried to forget the way she moved with infinite grace and perfect balance. He tried to forget the sight of her full but smallish buttocks, tried to forget the way the brown tuft of hair around her cunt showed from behind when she bent down to pick up her panties. He tried in vain to forget her luscious pussy, the pussy that had introduced him to sex and left him longing ever since for a second taste of the pleasure she had given him. He tried, too, to forget the beauty of her hazel eyes, tried to forget the way they changed by degrees during their sexual encounter from eyes full of mere warmth to eyes glittering with lust. He tried to forget the woman whose love had changed the course of his life and forced him to wander the country for four years without a home.
He tried to forget the love and the body of his mother. He tried in vain.
Realizing that he could not help thinking about his lovely mother and the wild encounter they had had one night when he had only been fifteen, he reached down and began rubbing his dick through his pants, slowly masturbating while he relived that lusty night as if it had happened just yesterday.
CHAPTER SIX
He had awakened one morning to find his mother sitting on the bed beside him. When his vision cleared, he noticed to his surprise, that she had been staring at the lower part of his body. He lay in bed naked as always, and covered only by a single sheet. He remembered getting a sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized that he had his usual morning hard-on.
Even at fifteen Jack's dick had been abnormally large. It tented his sheet provocatively as he lay on his back while his mother stared at him. He didn't .vant her to know he was awake. It would have been much too embarrassing. He quickly rolled over and lay on his side, his cock pointing away from her. He would have rolled over on his stomach, but his cock was much too hard to do that comfortably. He lay there for a long time, trying to control his breathing to feign sleep. He hoped against hope that he had fooled her.
As he lay there trying to play dead, he began to wonder seriously what his mother was doing sitting on his bed in the first place. At first he was too busy trying to control his pounding heart and heavy breathing. Now that he thought about it, it sure was strange to wake up and find her staring at his cock. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. What was happening anyway?
His mother had been acting kind of funny lately. He knew she was still upset about his dad's death, but that was a long time ago. And yet she seemed to be getting lonelier and lonelier all the time. It seemed that her loneliness was in some way related to her presence on the bed beside him, although he had no idea at the time what the relationship was. All he really knew was that his young cock was getting harder and harder the longer he lay motionless beside her. He was scared shitless. Stronger sensations than fear were gaining control of him at the moment. He tried to fight the strange excitement that was building up inside him under his mother's influence. It was a feeling far more powerful than mere sexual excitement. Not only was his cock aching deep inside, but his body seemed to flutter internally in a way he had never experienced before. He was slightly dizzy. He felt hornier than he had ever felt before.
There was something dirty about having a hard-on while his young and beautiful mother sat watching him in the semi-darkness of his room. There was something taboo about it all, something that intensified the strong but confused sensations that stirred within him. He began to wonder if he was dreaming. Could his mother really be sitting there staring at his barely covered body while he burned with naked lust? If she really sat there on his bed, what were her intentions? What could have brought her into his room as quiet as a cat? How long would he have to endure the embarrassment and ball-busting tension between his young legs?
Jack's questions were soon answered, more or less. As he lay there on his side, he felt a hand fall on his thigh. He felt his mother's hand through the sheet as if he were completely naked. He thought he felt himself jump involuntarily when she touched him. He hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction. He held his breath and wished he could wake up from his sexy but torturing dream. The hand on his thigh was as real as could be, and there was no escaping it, no escaping his lovely mother's clandestine advances.
The young boy felt helpless under his mother's onslaught, helpless and lost. He felt her hand slipping up his body until it rested on his shoulder where the sheet stopped. Her hand caressed his side as it slid up his body. He felt the sheet being drawn down very slowly, felt his body being exposed more and more completely with each second. He dared not breathe now that she was staring at his naked flesh. Soon the sheet was drawn down until another slight movement of her eager hand would uncover his naked ass and his hard dick. He gasped audibly when he felt her uncover his lower body. She pulled the sheet off him completely and let it fall from the foot of his bed to the floor.
He thought she had to know that he was awake now from the way he had sucked in his breath moments before. Yet he still felt that he had to pretend to be asleep. He dared not break the tension that had built up between mother and son, dared not interrupt his mother's designs, whatever they were. She sat there staring at his naked body silently and motionlessly for a long time before she reached out to touch him again. When she did touch him, it was with more than a motherly caress.
She let her hand fall on his buttock, let it slide around on his smooth ass until the boy thought he would go mad with excitement. She insinuated her well-manicured fingers between his buttocks, feeling the softness of his skin. Jack felt her fingernails scraping gently against his puckered asshole as she moved her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. She then let her hand slip down between his legs until she could feel the silken softness of her son's scrotum. She could feel his legs tensing as she explored the secret sex organs between his legs. By now Jack could hardly help responding visibly to her bold explorations. He knew she could feel his muscles flexing with the unendurable tension she was causing with her manipulations. He knew too that her manipulations were only beginning.
While his mother's hand was still on his balls, he felt her bend over him and kiss him behind the ear.
"Jack darling, don't be afraid," he heard her whisper. "It's all right. I wouldn't hurt my little boy, would I?"
Jack had stopped thinking of himself as a little boy long ago. He was fifteen years old and had all the sexual urges of a fifteen-year-old. His mother was arousing those urges for some reason unknown perhaps to either of them. Whatever the reason, the boy felt compelled now to acknowledge his mother's presence, no longer felt afraid of the situation, although he still felt strange and dizzy as he lay there with his pretty mother's hand between his legs.
He rolled over on his back when he felt her hand wrap itself around his iron-hard dick. She pulled on his organ gently as if trying to roll him over by pulling on it. Soon he was on his back, his cock arching up and lying with the head almost touching his navel. Joan's hand was still wrapped around it, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive underside of her son's dickhead. He shivered whenever he felt her fingers moving over his organ.
He tried to smile at his mother but could only manage a half grin that still looked a bit frightened, or at least shy. Joan certainly was anything but shy with her boy. She put her other hand on his hairless, hanging nuts and began to rub them around together with the palm of her hand. While she played with Jack's cock and balls, she swung her legs up on the bed, crooking one under her and sitting with the other outstretched, her pussy facing her son.
Jack had been too busy trying to control himself until now to notice that she was almost naked. She wore only a lime green negligee that hid nothing of her mysterious womanly beauty. Jack could see his mother's pretty tits poking at the material of the garment, could see her nipples small and hard, erect and excited, and he could see her bushy cunt hair between her legs. She was exposing the beautiful treasure to him, offering it in a shamelessly lewd display. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the soft furry patch between her light-complected thighs.
He had seen a pussy before, having managed to get his hands up Joanne Wood's dress on a recent date, but she hadn't let him stare at her nest the way his wonderful mother was letting him. In fact she had put a stop to their lovemaking soon after he had unzipped his pants and dragged out his cock. His mother didn't seem to be afraid of his dick. In fact she seemed excited by the thing that filled her hand with hot meat. Jack felt lucky to have a mother so understanding and bold. He wanted to get a closer look at her delicious-looking cun,.
She seemed to sense his desire to take a closer look at her charms. She straddled him and spread her legs until her twat gaped open, her cuntlips falling open and exposing the crimson flesh of her musky gash. She kept her hand on his dripping cock while she displayed herself for her son. He stared with wide-open eyes at the cock-stiffening sight of his mother's hot cunt.
It was far more beautiful than he had hoped, more alluring than he had imagined. And he had imagined it, although he kept his imaginings a dark secret. He had even jacked off while thinking about his mother's tits and cunt. Now that her hairy pussy was poised directly above his face, it was almost too much to take. He was frozen into immobility for a while. Soon enough his natural instincts took over and directed him toward proper methods of arousal.
Instinctively he stretched out his tongue and let it touch his mother's raggedy cuntlips. He felt her writhe when his tongue touched her fragrant treasure. He marveled at the salty, metallic taste of her sex-flesh, marveled too at the heady scent of her moist cunt. He moved his tongue until the tip of it moved against the inner lips of her open pussy. He could detect a definite increase in the amount of moisture her sex was producing. Her sexual fluids dribbled down her son's tongue and ran into his mouth. He began to lick her cunt rather than simply tickling it with his tonguetip. He lapped at her gash with ever-increasing speed and vigor. She began to move up and down while he ate out her cunt, soon jumping up and down on his face, his chin slapping against her crotch with each downward motion.
Jack could feel her cunt muscles working against his tongue when he inserted it into her. He had some trouble keeping his tongue buried inside her, due to her violent bouncing movements. Her cunt seemed to hold his tongue inside her, however, making his job easier for him. His cock was jerking wildly in her squeezing hand as she rode his face. Each time she jumped up, she pulled his cock violently, making his balls slap together and causing him a pain that he found pleasurable.
When Joan's cunt was dripping wet with her son's saliva and her own fluids, she slid down the front of his body and squatted over his midsection. He grimaced in intimate pleasure when she sat on his dripping ramrod. It slipped inside her without much trouble, although it hesitated when the big, bulbous head of it tried to enter her tight cunt. The sensation was too much to resist. He began to buck his ass up and down, raising both of them off the bed with each upward thrust. His mother responded with motions matching his. His balls slapped up and down against the bed and his mother's ass as they bounced up and down in the bed.
Both mother and son cried out when they climaxed simultaneously after a few minutes of wild fucking. Jack shot a hot load of creamy young cum into his mother's quaking cunt, filling her insides with the hot balm. Joan cried when she felt her own orgasm wracking her lithe womanly frame.
Her tits jumped up and down and her throat contracted violently as if she were trying to swallow something. She fell on her son and breathed heavily while his cock slowly softened inside her, near the very womb that had nurtured the boy. Jack thought his balls had exploded.
They lay there together silently for a long time. But they were far from finished with their taboo fucking. They both wanted to fuck all day although Jack felt he had to let her make the suggestions. She lost no time letting him know what she wanted of him. He felt closer than he dared to feel. He knew she felt the same about him.
That night she introduced him to all the fucking methods she knew. She took her son's enormous dick into her mouth, up her ass, into her twat, between her tits, even under her arms. They both came half a dozen times that wild night, losing themselves in a private orgy of carnal lust. They fucked like hot young lovers, forgetting that they were still mother and son, but in the morning they remembered.
The morning sun entered harshly into the darkened den of lust, awaking them both to the wickedness of their crazy actions. Jack felt ashamed of what he had done to his mother, although they both knew that they had wanted that night of sex. Joan woke up and began crying and screaming, beating her fists against Jack's naked body, not out of hatred but out of fear and confusion. He dressed quickly and ran out the bedroom door, leaving her lying there in his bed. She cried for the rest of the day. For weeks afterward she could not bring herself to even look at her son. It tore him apart to be rejected so completely by his mother. Their relationship had been ruined by their one night of sex.
It was not long after that experience that Jack quit school and left town. He knew that his mother really didn't hate him. He knew that she still felt about him the way he still felt about her, but their being together was out of the question now. He hit the road and made his own way for four years, experiencing more in those years than most boys his age, constantly seeking a woman who could satisfy him as his mother had.
He was back with her again. He had felt the urge to return home after his four years of voluntary exile. He had no intention of staying at home very long, only until he could get settled in town in an apartment of his own. He enjoyed staying in the house again, enjoyed the company of his brother Terry and enjoyed in a peculiar way being close to the mother he had once fucked. He still wanted her, of course, but he tried to control his emotions for both their sakes. He knew she was trying to control herself, too.
Now that he recalled in painfully exciting detail the events of that night, he began to feel guilty about his thoughts, as he always did when the memory came back to him. He was near the house now and he knew he had to try to forget about his mother. His cock wasn't cooperating with him. He had been jacking off while he drove home under the influence of his intoxicating thoughts. He had opened his pants and hauled out his poker. He was near the point of ejaculation but he was also near the house and he could not bring himself to sit in the car in the driveway and pull himself off. He was bold, but not that bold. He forced his unyielding organ into his tight pants and walked stiff legged up to the front door.
The lights were off in the house. It was later than he had thought. He sneaked in and tiptoed up to his room at the far end of the hall. He was glad he wouldn't have to face anyone with his hard-on bulging so obviously down his leg. He passed his mother's room, catching a trace of the subtle perfume she wore. He suddenly felt his dick surge to new proportions. Just the smell of her perfume was enough to excite him. When he reached Terry's room, he noticed that the lights were off but the door was open just a crack. He sniffed and smelled the unmistakable odor of burning marijuana wafting out through the partially open door. He also thought he heard bed springs creaking and heavy breathing. He knew that Terry had been smoking dope lately, but he was surprised that he would have the nerve to do it only a few feet away from his mother's bedroom. He had a pretty good idea what the heavy breathing was all about.
He opened the door and saw the light of a glowing number floating in the pitch black of the room. He heard the creaking of bed springs come to a sudden halt and knew that Terry had seen him standing in the doorway.
"Just me, Terry," he whispered reassuringly. "Don't you know the damn door was open? Mom might smell that shit!"
"Shit, Jack! I didn't know the fuckin door was open. If she ever caught me smokin' weed, she'd shit!" Terry said, relieved.
"If she caught you jackin' off, she'd probably shit too!" Jack grinned.
"Can't help it, brother," Terry said. "Gotta tell ya about what happened over at Mrs. Reynolds' house. You won't believe it! Goddamn bitch sucked my dick! Thought she'd eat me alive!"
"What's this?" Jack asked, walking over and sitting on a chair beside his brother's bed. "Tell me more." He didn't know whether to believe the story or not, although he knew Terry usually told the truth, at least to him. When Jack sat close to the bed where Terry lay, he could see that he had his dick out of his pajamas and was still working it up and down in his hand.
"That cunt next door has the hots for boys! Yeah, no shit! She'll do just about anything! I've never had a piece like her in my life. Just thinkin' about her makes my dick hard," he said.
He proceeded to describe Marilyn in detail, carefully painting a picture of a sex-crazed older woman in heat. He described her sexy body in glowing terms, describing her glorious tits and the steamy gash of her hot cunt. It wasn't long before Jack had to believe what his younger brother was telling him. This woman sounded almost as sexy as his mother. He couldn't resist unzipping his pants and jacking his rod while he listened to his brother's story. He took a joint off the night stand and lit up. He sucked the acrid smoke into his lungs, getting higher and higher by the minute. His balls seemed to be alive with a fiery life of their own. He listened intently to the descriptions of his mother's best friend. It was exciting beyond belief to think that his brother had actually fucked this woman. He could see her luscious body in his mind's eye even though he had never really seen her. Beautiful though her body was in his horny imagination, his mind also flashed with visions of his mother's lovely lithe body and all the sexy things she had done with it. Terry didn't know about his affair with their mother. When Jack finally shot a wad of hot cum all over Terry's bed, Terry assumed his descriptions had been responsible for his brother's copious ejaculation.
When both boys had shot off and finished their masturbating, they discussed the possibility of introducing Jack into the fuck fun with Marilyn
Jack decided that this hot bitch was just the thing for him. Being an experienced woman, she could probably take his huge rod without too much trouble. The fact that she was hot for boys younger than herself sweetened the proposition for him. If that stupid husband of hers couldn't satisfy her, he could sure do the job!
It was decided that Terry would do his best to introduce Jack to his new-found sex instructor at the earliest possible convenience. Neither of the boys had any qualms about sharing her favors. In fact there was something irresistibly nasty about sharing a woman with a brother, something that turned them both on. Even though they had both jacked off that night, they went to bed with hard cocks and horny in anticipation of the wild fucking that was soon to come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hello, Terry honey. Is your mother at home?" Marilyn breathed sexily over the telephone the next day.
"Nope," Terry said. He held his breath.
"That's just what I hoped, Terry. Since your mother's not at home, why don't you come over to my house and fuck me this afternoon? We were interrupted last time before we even got started. Why don't you come on over to finish the job?" she suggested. "I'm just sitting here all by my lonesome, with my pussy all hot and bothered. I'm just waiting to have you fuck me with that nice big cock of yours. In fact, Terry, I've even got my hand inside my cunt right now. I'm pretending that my hand is your cock. That's how wonderfully horny I am, dear. I'll just bet your pricky is getting hard already. Hurry now." She heard the receiver bang down.
She knew her boy had slammed down the receiver and was running over to her house as fast as his athletic young legs could carry him. She knew that a boy his age had nothing better to do than fuck a sexy piece like her. And she knew that she had nothing better to do than being fucked. In fact, he couldn't think of anything in the world she would rather do at the moment than have a good long fuck with her young stud.
She was glad she had taken the initiative in starting up the fires of their taboo lust. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to take the lead in their new sexual relationship. She wanted to overpower the young boy with her wildly exciting womanly charms. She wanted to teach him everything she knew about sex. She wanted to instruct him in the proper way to fuck a hot, willing woman. She wanted to teach him to excite her until she went mad with ecstasy. She wanted to do for him everything she had always wanted to do for her husband.
She sat on a tall bar stool in her kitchen. The telephone receiver still dangled from her hand. She wore nothing to hide her ample charms. She had been walking around the house all day as naked as a jay, luxuriating in her nakedness. She felt the cold vinyl of the bar stool in contact with her ass and the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. She had been playing with her cunt for a long time, getting it nice and juicy for Terry. All the fingers of her hand were stuffed inside her twat up to the knuckles. She removed them slowly and put the hard plastic receiver of the phone down before the entrance to her twat temple. She pushed the bobby end of it against her cuntlips and moved it around, exciting her swollen clitoris. Her pussy was so wet and juicy with her own lubricants that she was able to force the receiver into her cunt. She twisted it around inside her. The huge hard object stretched the flesh of her eager cunt.
She was oblivious to her surroundings, lost as she was in the whirlpool of her own mad desires. She fucked herself with the black plastic dildo, wishing all the while that Terry would hurry over. She was a bit surprised to look up and see him standing there in the doorway of the kitchen. He wore a dirty grin and a long hard bulge in his pants.
"See how hot I am, Terry? I'd shove the whole phone up my cunt if I could, baby. But now that you're here, I won't have to bother. That's a lot better than anything I have around here to fuck myself with," she said, pointing down between the boy's strong young legs at his aching dick.
Terry stood there with his mouth wide open. He hadn't been prepared for anything quite as lewd as the display she made for him. There she sat, facing him, her legs spread wide, slouching somewhat with a telephone receiver jammed into her dripping cunt. She was all smiles.
"Come over here and take this damn thing out of my pussy, Terry," she said, motioning for him to come closer. "Don't be shy." She laughed.
He approached her, walking stiff-legged due to the hard cock straining inside his pants. She told him to get on his knees before her. He was taken aback by the demanding tone of her voice and the coolly self-controlled attitude of the beautiful woman. There was something awesome and perhaps frightening about her today, something that melted him inside. He knew he would do anything she told him. She knew it too.
"Before you take the receiver out, I want you to lick up some of the juice around it," she ordered.
He kneeled between her legs. She put her hands on his head and held his face in place. He pressed his face up against the plastic intruder and began to lap at the stretched flesh of her cunt, drawing his tongue up around the receiver in circles. The taste of her cunt drove him wild. He took the cord of the phone and pulled on it until the bulb of the receiver began to pull out of her grasping cunt. When it popped out noisily, she gasped and pushed the boy's face flat up against her now empty pussy. The receiver clattered to the floor and was forgotten in the heat of passion. As far as Marilyn was concerned, this boy's tongue was a lot better than some stupid dildo.
Marilyn found that he had remembered his lessons of the day before. He rammed his tongue into her cunt channel and began flicking it around inside her. She worked her cunt muscles against his tongue, driving herself wilder by the minute. She felt his hands on her legs, running up and down her silken skin, making her tingle inside. She felt tension building up inside her pussy. Her clit was on fire. She had to have his cock in her cunt.
"Lie down on the floor," she said, pushing his head back away from her cunt. She could see the moisture from her cunt on his smooth chin.
Terry obeyed gladly, lying on his back on the hard tiled floor. Marilyn towered over him for a few seconds, admiring her young catch. She looked like an amazon, her big breasts ripe and full, her legs firmly planted on the floor and spread wide, hot honey running down her legs from her sex-sweetened cunt. Her nipples were hard and her face glowed with lust. Terry felt small before her, although his cock felt huge between his tense legs.
After a while Marilyn bent over him and unlaced his shoes, pulling off his shoes and socks and throwing them as far as she could. She then bent to the task of unbuckling his pants and pulling them off. He tried to help her but she would not let him, preferring to do the honors herself. He raised his ass up off the floor to make it a bit easier for her. She tugged his pants down over his legs and threw them with the rest of his clothes. His cock almost snapped in two when it pulled free from the leg of his pants. It arched up over his lower belly, dripping pre-seminal fluid and looking every bit as excited as it felt.
Marilyn bent over him and let her huge swaying mammaries brush against the head of his hard dick, spreading the pre-cum over her nipples, slickening the hard peaks. She moved closer to his face, letting her tits hang over his face. She dangled her nipples over his lips until he couldn't resist taking them into his mouth and sucking them. He could taste his own salty lubricating fluid on her nipples.
They grew harder and harder, the longer he sucked. He took turns with them. While the boy sucked her tits, Marilyn played with his cock, reaching behind her and stroking it gently, being careful not to bring him off too soon.
When he had sucked her tits hard and long, she pulled them away from him with a pop and turned around, straddling his body with her cunt over his face. Her face was poised over the long root of his young manhood. She stared at the cock that would soon be throbbing inside her, filling her with jism. The boy stared wide-eyed at the furry cunt that had become the most beautiful thing in his experience.
He marveled at the way her raggedy cuntlips surrounded her crimson gash with yielding rubbery flesh. He marveled at the way her furry cunt seemed to nestle between her creamy thighs like a warm furry animal. He stared up into her cunt when he opened her lips with his fingers, stared into the pink juicy channel in which he longed to sink his cock. The heady scent of her cunt was powerful beyond belief. Her fragrance filled him with desire. It was the most beautiful and mysterious thing in the world, this woman's soft and steamy pussy.
He diddled his fingers inside her cunt while she licked at the head of his swollen cock. He felt her fingers dancing over his shaft and between his spread legs, playing with his hanging nuts. The longer she worked on his dick, the more he wanted to cram all of his hard inches into her quaking cunt.
"Do you like eating my cunt and playing with my pussylips?" she asked. "Do you like to feel my lips sucking the head of your hard tool, Terry? I love your tongue up my cunt! I love my mouth on your dick! Suck my cunt harder! Suck my clit! See the hard thing here in my cunt? Suck that until I tell you to stop! Lick at it! That's the way, lover! Oh, that feels good! Suck my pussy! Eat my clit!"
She began bouncing up and down over his face. She engulfed the young stud's cock with her eager face and started sucking at it for dear life. She didn't care at that point whether he came in her mouth or not. She knew that he could get it up again and again under her influence. She had to have her face filled with his creamy semen. She had to have her cunt sucked until she flashed inside in a wild orgasm.
She was not to be disappointed. Only a few seconds of her abandoned cocksucking was enough to cause the boy's balls to explode. His cock erupted like a hot volcano, shooting blast after blast of molten boycum into her sucking mouth. She struggled to swallow it all as it gushed down her throat. Her cunt exploded too, flames of fire leaping and dancing inside her belly. She quaked and cried a soft cry when she felt the hot flash of her womanly orgasm. She felt lubricating fluids gushing from her cunt and covering Terry's face. He continued to lap at her cunt even after she had descended from the heights of her climax. She continued to suck his softening dick even after she had swallowed all his cum. She could hardly bear to take her mouth away from the boy's cock.
They fell together after a while and rested in the same positions in which they had eaten each other. Terry rested with his face up against the soft hair of Marilyn's cunt. She rested with her face buried in the hair of Terry's groin. Neither said a word for a few minutes. There was nothing they could say. It was mutually understood that they had to have more of the same as soon as they recovered from their first round.
Later Marilyn busied herself preparing a sandwich for Terry. She felt as though she were preparing lunch for her own son. It made her feel somehow richer to be doing something motherly for a young boy. He sat in the living room on the sofa where she had told him to wait for her.
"I hope you haven't eaten yet," she said, handing him a tray with a tuna sandwich and a glass of iced tea.
"I had some cunt for lunch," he said and laughed.
She laughed too and sat down beside him, looking at his cock that rested soft and still between his legs. She watched him eat, wolfing down the sandwich with the appetite of a teenager.
She never wanted him to leave her. Just watching him sitting there enjoying the food she had prepared made her fluttery inside, made her cunny begin to stir. She wondered if his cock was ready to rise again. She soon had her answer.
While he was drinking his iced tea, she snuggled up close to him and reached down to fondle his soft but promising young penis. She felt his warm naked flesh up against her, felt his thighs touching hers. He put his glass down absent-mindedly and reached for her tits. He kneaded her firm breast while she played with his slowly hardening dick. He kissed her tits and licked at the crevice between her breasts. In no time at all, they were both horny enough to fuck again.
Marilyn was surprised somehow to see the boy's dick stiffen and fill out so quickly once it had started to stir again. It shot up from his lap and stood stiff and proud while she rubbed it with the palm of her hand. She could feel her sex tingling in anticipation of the fucking she was soon to get. She felt the boy's hand rubbing against the thick hair of her stirring pussy. Soon his fingers had found the lips of her sex buried between her firm, luscious legs. She spread her legs slightly to give him better access to her cunt while she slowly jacked his dick.
"I want you to stick your cock in my cunt this time, Terry," she purred, her feminine power over him. "Have you ever fucked a girl in the cunt?"
"No, Mrs. Reynolds. They always get scared or somethin'," he said, finding the truth easier than playing the masculinity games he had tried on her earlier in their relationship. "All they'll do is use their hands on my cock."
"I don't blame them for being afraid, Terry. Your cock's so big and hard! But I love it. I'm not afraid of it, Terry. It's just what I need in my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt with it until I go crazy. You do like my pussy, don't you?" she cooed. She fell back on the sofa, resting her head on the arm farthest from Terry and raising her legs. She took hold of her knees and pulled her legs apart, giving him an irresistible and thoroughly inciting view of her gaping cunt.
"Sure I love your cunt, Mrs. Reynolds. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Terry said, swallowing hard. He wanted to fuck her between the legs for the first time but he was afraid for some reason unknown to him. There was something taboo about fucking this sexy neighbor who was old enough to be his mother, something that made entering her cunt even more daring than eating it and letting her play with his dick. He knew that she felt similarly by the way she manipulated her pussylips while he gazed between her wide-spread legs.
"Would you like to pump your big cock into my pussy all the way up to your balls?" she hissed.
The boy swallowed hard. His dick was jerking between his legs, threatening to go off all by itself.
"Get between my legs, Terry!" she demanded. "We'll do it right here in the living room. That's it, honey! Kneel between my legs and put the head of it up against my cunt. See how juicy my cunt is for it! Now just ease it in there. Oh! Oh, beautiful! It's been so long since I've had a cock inside me! Move it now. Move it in and out. Move it faster! Hit my cunt with your battering ram! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she hissed, her words tumbling from her mouth in a torrent of depravity. Just hearing herself use such filthy words made her hot inside.
"You're somethin' else, Mrs. Reynolds!" Terry gasped as he pistoned his prick in her pussy. "Do you like it? Do you really, Mrs. Reynolds? Am I doing it right?"
"It's beautiful, Terry! You're perfect. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she said.
"This is my first time, Mrs. Reynolds. I wanna fuck you forever. Nobody else! Just you! You make my balls ache!" he rasped.
"Gyrate your hips a little! That's right. That makes your cock move against the inside of my vagina. I can feel your big dickhead rubbing inside me! It feels so good!" she cried. Her body was shaking with sexual excitement and even true emotion for the boy who was fucking her so hard and satisfying her as her husband hadn't in years.
Marilyn suddenly felt very possessive, as if she had bought and paid for the boy with her years of tortured sexlessness. She felt him shaking in every limb as he throbbed nervously between her legs. She wrapped her creamy gams around his slender back and held him between her legs. She suddenly felt him redouble his prick-pistoning speed when she squeezed her legs together around him, felt him responding to the physical expression of the love and lust she felt for him. She knew that he was hers body and soul. For the first time in years, she felt fulfilled and deeply satisfied.
She whispered softly, soothingly, while the boy worked his dick in her grasping cunt. She guided one of his hands to her tits. He took a handful of her more than ample tit and squeezed it, a bit too hard perhaps, but with good intentions. He fondled her breasts in turn while holding himself over her body with one hand braced against the back of the sofa. He knew that he could hold out only a few seconds longer. He had to empty his swollen balls into Marilyn's big juicy cunt. He had to ejaculate his hot boy's sperm into the quivering cunt of this mature and beautiful woman who was the closest friend of his mother. He thought of his mother and her close relationship with Marilyn at the moment of his violent eruption into her. For just a split second he saw in his imagination an image of his mother as he had seen her naked before. Only she was wrapped in a tight embrace with Marilyn, the very Marilyn he was shooting his hot sticky boycum into.
Marilyn screamed in pleasure-pain when the shock of her orgasm shot through her sexy body. She felt herself swimming in a sea of pleasure, felt herself being sucked under by a whirlpool of lust. She felt the young boy's rigid penis blast her insides with hard spurts of cum. She felt the hot sex-lava covering her sucking channel and filling her cunt. She looked up and saw an expression of peace mingled with awe spreading over Terry's face as he fell on her, squashing her tits against his chest and breathing deeply against her.
"Did you like that, Terry?" she whispered.
"Oh, shit, Mrs. Reynolds! I didn't think it'd be anything like that! Let's do it again! C'mon!" he pleaded.
Marilyn sat up in the sofa and rubbed her hand around in the thick white cum that covered her cunt. She looked down at Terry's still half-hard cock and wondered if he really could do it to her again already. He wrapped his hand around his dick and jerked it a while, watching her massage his cream into her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her again and she wanted it in a different position. In fact, she wanted it in every possible position. She wanted him to fuck her all day and all night. She knew that he would be agreeable.
"Do you know how to fuck dog style, Terry?" she asked, staring into his eager eyes and tasting the dirty words on her tongue.
"From behind, you mean?" he asked, his eyes glittering. "Yeah, I guess I do. I mean, I guess I could do it. Sounds like fun. Let's do it!"
"Don't be so hasty. Why don't you just suck my cunt for a while first? You got it all messy with your nasty sperm. I want you to lick my pussy clean," she said, trying to look stern.
Marilyn positioned herself so that her cunt was brazenly exposed to the boy, her luscious ass facing him, her hairy pussy open and ready to be eaten out. She looked behind her and smiled at her young fucker. She trembled inside even in her boldness when she realized again that he was staring at a cunt from behind for the first time. She put her hands on the arm of the sofa. The boy leaned back against the opposite arm and began working his tongue over her pouting cunt.
Terry slipped his tongue up her cunt and began lapping at the inner flesh of her sex, licking up a tasty mixture of her feminine juices and his now nutty tasting cum. He flicked his tongue up over her turgid little clitoris and drove her wild. He jammed his tongue up her as far as it would go and tongue-fucked her with a frenzy. His chin banged against her clit every time his face slapped against her flesh on its upward motion.
Marilyn thought she might cum again even before he had a chance to put his dick into her. She tried to bounce up and down on his face, but found that he was already face-fucking her too fast for her to match his movements. She tried instead to work her much-neglected vaginal muscles against the boy's busy tongue as it shot in and out of her, suctioning up his boycum. She wanted his dick and she knew that he was more than ready to enter her with it.
Marilyn reached down between her legs and grabbed the boy's bobbing erection. He responded by rising and kneeling behind her, his rod bumping against her soft warm leg as he stood up. She grabbed his balls and manipulated them while he positioned his poker up against her steamy twat. In a flash he had imbedded his organ in her up to the hilt. She couldn't help screaming when she felt the hard thing shoot into her cunt. It wasn't as much a scream of pain as a cry of delight. Terry didn't catch the difference in his relative innocence. He pulled his dick from her cunt in a quick convulsive movement, falling back against the arm of the chair again as if he had been kicked.
"Did I hurt you, Mrs. Reynolds? I didn't mean to! You've got me so turned on," he said, all seriousness.
"Hurt me?" She laughed. "Hurt me again! I like it!"
She grabbed the boy's rigid stick and pushed it up against her cunt. Her belly trembled inside and her sex burned as she felt the swollen knob of his organ sawing in and out of her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as the boy screwed her. The air was filled with the slurping, sloshing sound of hot fucking, sounds that Marilyn hadn't heard in years. It wasn't long before her excitement brought her once again to the brink of orgasm. She thought she was about to topple from a great height. Her body tensed. She felt flutterings in her ass and pussy as the boy's hairy groin bumped again and again against the cheeks of her butt.
"I'm cumming again! Oh, Terry! I'm cumming! Can you cum at the same time! Please shoot me full of cum! Shoot me full of fourteen-year-old boy spunk. Blast me! Squirt it!" she shouted. She reached behind her and held the cheeks of his muscular young ass, spreading them apart as she pulled his body closer to her. He wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed against her as his hot nuts exploded into her again. His legs flexed and strained when the electricity of his orgasm shot through him. Marilyn, too, quickly tensed all over and suddenly relaxed in unison with her fucker. They both united as one in the wild ecstasy of their climax. They were as one body, rocking gently together, swaying to the silent music of their sudden release.
Of his own volition, Terry licked Marilyn's cunt after they had lain together for a while. She responded by sucking the last, lingering drops of his sweet-tasting boycum right out of the pisshole of his big boycock.
There was no way Terry wanted their fucking to end. All the fine things she kept doing to his boycock and still-growing balls were much too good to miss. What he really wanted was an arrangement where he could spend hours and hours alone with her, naked and cock hard and fucking away.
Suddenly he had a brilliant inspiration and, almost without thinking it all the way through, he asked her to go away with him over the weekend to the family cabin that was near a remote lake far from any neighbor's view.
Marilyn wanted to think about it for just a bit before deciding. Terry kept telling her that they could do anything there that they could do at her house, and with no danger of being caught at it.
Marilyn gladly agreed to spend the next Saturday with him at the lake. Joan had told her all about the place and how perfect it was for relaxing. She had been invited there before but just hadn't gotten around to spending time there. If it was so perfect for relaxing, she thought it would be perfect for fucking too. Just the thought of spending a day or two communing with nature and being fucked by young Terry was enough to keep her pussy tingling until then. She hadn't been fucked in the open air since her early days with Harold. She had loved every minute of it then and knew she would love it even more now. She would become a luscious wood nymph and frolic with her young stud in the grass. The idea was intoxicating.
Terry was intoxicated too. He had ulterior motives, of course. He knew that it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce his brother into their sexual activities. He had thought of simply asking her if she would like to try him on for size, but since she had expressed no desire to meet him after she had talked to him for a minute or two on the phone, he decided to try this sneakier but surer way of bringing them together. He couldn't understand what was the cause of her uneasiness when he had asked if she wanted to meet him, but she had to meet him and she was going to whether she wanted to or not. He felt a bit uncomfortable about making plots behind her back. After all, he felt very close to her now and he knew how she felt about him. He was turned on by the idea of sharing her with Jack and nothing was going to stand in his way. He thought she would go right along when she saw the size of Jack's tomcat. Wasn't that the thing that all women craved after all, a huge dick? That was the idea he had gotten from all the stories he had heard. Only time would tell.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The days dragged slowly for Marilyn until the Saturday of the planned revelry at Crystal Lake. She and Terry didn't see each other in the meantime. Marilyn wanted to be fresh and ready for their day in the country. She wanted to be so horny that she would do anything that entered her mind. She wanted Terry to be in the same state of excitedness. She even went so far as instructing him not to jack off until Saturday. She wanted his young nuts to be full to the bursting point with hot cum by the time Saturday rolled around. She went about her business in the usual way, met the usual people, behaved in the usual manner for the most part, but deep down inside she was no longer the old Marilyn. She was sex-happy now. She had found what she wanted in Terry's cock and he was filling her with a kind of vibrancy that had been lacking in her for years. People seemed to notice something new in her attitude, a new vivacity, a new bounce in her step, a new glimmer in her eyes, a sudden coming to life that made her more beautiful and feminine than ever before.
Something new was happening to Terry, too, although it wasn't at all related to the changes coming over Mrs. Reynolds. He was beginning to realize that there was more to sex than the masculinity games he and his buddies felt they had to play constantly. He had tried to seduce this beautiful and alluring woman by playing the cool stud role. In fact he had succeeded in a way. He had what he had always wanted, the woman's glorious body, but she had done something to him in the process of his seduction of her. She had reduced him to virtual slavery, not that she had taken advantage of him. He knew that he would do anything and everything for her. He knew that she had him in her power, had him trapped in her web, had him believing that her web was the safest and best place to be. He felt like a child when he was with her. At the same time he felt like an adult. When he was pounding away into her grasping cunt, he swam with conflicting emotions, conflicting images of himself and his relationship to Marilyn. Sometimes he felt as if he was fucking his own mother. It was a gripping feeling.
Marilyn had a gripping feeling too when she sat next to Terry in her car. She drove over the lush green southern Indiana hills that Saturday and felt as if she were seeing the countryside for the first time. The gripping feeling, however, was caused not by the picturesque scenery but by Terry's hand snaking its way up her leg under her dress.
Marilyn had wisely neglected to put on any underthings. She was dressed in a very loose printed dress, almost a granny dress, in fact. It seemed just the thing to wear on a frolic in the country. She could feel the rather coarse material rubbing against her silken body. She could feel her bodice brushing against her tits, hardening the nipples, making them stick out, making them tingle and send shivers through her breasts.
She felt Terry's strong leg pressing up against hers, the warmth of his athletic young body passing into her, heating up her pussy until it blazed with excitement. The car windows were wide open. The warm country air rushed over them, tossing their hair and exhilarating them. The hot sun poured through the windshield, warming Marilyn's increasingly exposed leg. She felt his hand only inches from the juncture of her thighs. Her first inclination was to straighten up in the seat. Instead she slouched down, opening her legs.
She gasped when the boy's fingers touched her soft curly pussy hair. She felt him playing with her cunt curls, pulling at them gently. He pushed her dress up until he could see her warm nest. Before long she felt him insinuate his fingers between the fleshy folds of her outer pussylips, spreading her cunt open. She writhed a little when he began diddling her clit, rubbing the flesh with his thumb. He seemed to kindle a sex fire between her legs, a fire that spread through her quickly.
Marilyn wanted to take the boy's dick in her hands and jack him off. She wanted, too, to take the hard thing into her mouth and suck it until it shot boycum down her throat. And she wanted it jerking away in her cunt. She even wanted it up her ass. Unfortunately she could have none of these things at the moment. She looked down at the pole of boyfuck flesh that extended down the little boy's tightly covered leg. She took one hand off the wheel and managed to reach down far enough to touch the bulbous tip of the thing. She cupped her hand over the knob of it and felt its intense heat radiating through his pants.
Terry stiffened in the seat when he felt her hand on his throbbing dick. He hadn't even touched the thing himself except to piss for a week. He thought he would cum in his pants when he felt her warm, loving hand fall on it. He thought Marilyn detected his fear of cumming prematurely. At any rate, he was relieved that she did nothing to his rod except let her hand rest on it. That was all he could take at the moment.
by now his fingers were sticking into her cunt up to the knuckles. They were already wet and sticky from her slowly seeping cunt juices. The young fellow took his hand from her cunt and touched his fingers to his lips. It was still new to him, new and strange, the taste and scent of a hot woman's cunt. He licked his fingers, seeming to forget the horny woman who sat next to him.
Marilyn noticed the attention he was paying his wet fingers. He examined his hand as a child examining something new for the first time. She felt awed once more by the power she held over him. She was introducing this inexperienced boy to almost everything he knew about sex. She was his teacher, and, although he seemed to learn fast, it was her responsibility to teach him well. It made her feel like a parent almost. It more than made up for her childlessness. It more than made up for her lack of a manly husband too. For only a second she wondered how long it could last, her fling with the taboo of boy-woman sex.
The thought vanished as soon as Terry's fingers were replaced in her twat. The rest of the drive to the lake was spent with his hand in or on her cunt and her hand gently resting on the bulging knob of his cock. There was no effort to excite beyond a careless fondling of each other's genitals. Both were already excited enough to cum at the drop of a pubic hair.
Marilyn had to close the windows due to the thick cloud of dust the car was stirring up. At Terry's suggestion, she had turned onto a dirt road that seemed to pass through the middle of nowhere. She almost missed the narrow lane he pointed out to her in the thick dust screen. She soon realized how isolated Crystal Lake really was. She hadn't seen a house for miles and now she was careening through a dense woods on a lane barely wide enough for a horse. Terry told her that the area had once been a munitions testing area during World War II. After the war the government had sold off large portions of it and his grandfather had bought most of the parcels including the lake.
After a while the woods seemed to thin out and become rolling meadow. A few cattle grazed here and there, but there was little farming in evidence. Terry told her that his grandfather had been a farmer once, but was now in retirement. He kept a few animals for his own enjoyment, rather than for farming purposes.
Marilyn was a city girl at heart but it made her feel relaxed and happy to be out in the country on a warm summer day. She almost forgot what she was doing there. She remembered quickly enough when she saw a mare being impregnated by a stallion. She and Terry laughed out loud as they watched the spectacle high on a hill. She pulled the car off the lane and suggested that they get out and stretch their legs. She wanted more than her legs stretched. Terry didn't seem to want to get out there. She was surprised that he didn't jump at the chance to take her in the tall grass that surrounded them like a big soft bed.
Terry suggested that they drive on to the lake itself. He asked if she wanted to take a swim with him. It seemed like a refreshing idea.
"But, Terry, I haven't brought a swimsuit," she said playfully.
"Aw shucks, Mrs. Reynolds, I won't peek," he said and laughed.
"You'd better peek," she said. "In fact, you'd better do a lot more than that!"
"Want me to rape you or somethin'?" he said, feigning shock.
"Rape? Did you say rape?" she cried. She pulled the car off the lane again and jumped from the car. "Rape! Rape!" she screamed, running as fast as her feet could carry her.
Feeling frisky as a colt, Terry jumped from the car and followed her. His big dick was so hard it hurt when he ran after her. The kid threw off his shirt as he ran. Marilyn looked back over her shoulder and saw how close he was getting. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling in the soft tall grass. Terry fell on her in a flash. And in a flash he had kicked off his shoes and socks and shucked his pants. They rolled together as hot as the summer sun that beat down on them.
Marilyn's dress was tucked up until her furry sex was exposed. She was on her back soon, with Terry's hard young body pinning her to the ground. She felt his naked dick sliding hard and firm up her leg until it poked between her legs. He held himself over her and grinned down at her. It was a sexy grin and one that filled her with lust for the boy. She decided to let him do with her as he would. He knew enough now to treat her to a good fuck, and from the look on his face she gathered that he was going to fuck her fast and hard. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her fucker.
She unbuttoned her dress and exposed her bulging breasts to the sun and the boy's hot gaze. Although she had her eyes tightly closed, she could feel his eyes burning into her. Her nipples hardened and peaked with excitement. She took a deep sudden breath when she felt the kid's thick cock poke its way inside her. He began pounding it into her immediately, as if he could wait no longer to unleash his sex-powered battering ram. She felt his face descend toward her as he fucked her with ever-increasing force. She felt Terry's hot breath against her lips, felt his hot dick against her clit. She threw her arms out at her sides and lay there writhing in ecstasy.
She heard her boyfriend growl deep in his throat. She was sure that he was about to cum, but to her surprise he bucked his ass and pulled his stiff penis from her slippery cunt. She looked up at him and instantly remembered the dream she had had so often before she had begun her affair with him. Rather than a cruel face, the face she saw over her was a somewhat suffering face. She could tell that he didn't really want to pull his aching dick out of her pussy. He wanted to squirt his seed into her belly as badly as she did.
"Go ahead and shoot it! It's all right. There's plenty more where that came from. Go ahead and fill me up," she said, her face twisted into a look of depravity.
Terry stood up and towered over her, his derrick dick jutting away from his smooth, boyish loins, his cockhead dripping. He seemed torn between plunging it into her pussy again and holding back for some reason. Marilyn tried to control herself and attempt to read his mind. She noticed that he was shaking like a leaf, becoming more nervous the longer he stood over her. The look on his face was one of confusion and even fear. She got the strange feeling that he was up to something, although what he could possibly be up to, she could not imagine.
His eyes caught hers and for an instant she saw a look of shame there, a look that frightened her. What had he to be ashamed of? Didn't he like everything they were doing? Didn't he realize that their affair was entered into with total agreement on both sides? Didn't he realize that she loved him even more than she loved her husband? The questions tore at her as she lay there. She almost forgot the burning sexual tension in her twat.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Terry shouted, turning abruptly and running over the crest of a high hill.
Marilyn got up and followed him. Perhaps things weren't so bad after all. Perhaps he was just teasing her. Perhaps he had learned that sex was more exciting the longer one prolonged it. She stopped at the top of the hill and saw the lake for the first time. It was with considerable shock that she recognized it from her horny dreams. There was the copse of willows that had shaded her and Terry during their dream-fuck. And there was the crystal clear lake that had shimmered near their naked bodies in the dream.
She saw Terry standing at the edge of the water. His hard young buttocks glittered with beads of sweat. He walked into the water slowly, looking back at Marilyn over his shoulder. She wondered why he kept casting sidelong glances into the grove of willow trees that grew only a few yards away. He beckoned for her to join him. She removed her wrinkled granny dress and stood naked in the warm breeze that blew off the lake. She looked like anything but a granny. Her luscious tits were firmly uplifted, her gently curved belly barely moving as she breathed heavily after her run. She looked lush and luxuriant in her total nakedness.
She walked barefoot down to the edge of the water. The short grass felt moist and refreshing beneath her feet. The grass grew all the way down to the water's edge, dipping over a low bank. She sat on the bank for a moment or two and splashed her feet around in the water. She felt the green carpet tickling her naked ass. Terry bent over and splashed water back between his legs at her. When the water splashed over her tits, she got up and chased him out into the water that was over her waist.
It was the first time she had been in a lake in the nude in years. She had almost forgotten the feeling of exhilaration when the cool water splashed and gurgled between her legs. The feeling of complete and uncaring exposure to the elements excited her. She splashed water over Terry's naked back. She watched the water run down the crack of his ass and drip from his hanging balls. He turned abruptly and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to him in a hot embrace.
He kissed her hard and long, a bit too hard perhaps. He thrust his tongue down her throat and tickled the inside of her mouth in a deep soul kiss. She felt her nipples stiff and pointed, rubbing against his smaller but equally hard ones. She felt his wet cock pushing against the fluffy hair around her cunt. She reached down and grabbed his sopping wet balls. She played with his nuts for a long time, pulling at them and kneading the organs inside their smooth sac. She felt them rolling around all by themselves. They seemed to have a life of their own. They seemed loaded with power, filled with the essence of masculinity, so different from Harold's lifeless balls. His virility thrilled her as much as did his still tender youth.
Terry took the woman's tits in his strong youthful hands and began rubbing them together. They amazed him, these mountains of warm feminine flesh that were at the same time incredibly soft and incredibly firm. He bent his neck slightly and popped a hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it gently like a baby at his mother's breast, but he felt not at all like a baby.
He felt like a grown man in total control of the situation. These were the most beautiful tits he had ever laid eyes on or even imagined. They were his to suck and fondle to his heart's content! Marilyn Reynolds was his to use as he wished! The sense of power turned him on.
The horny kid reached down between Marilyn's luscious legs and felt her wet pussy. They were both standing in water well past their genitals. Terry could feel the hair around her cunt softer than ever now that it was wet. He pressed his thumb between the rubbery lips of her cunt and elicited a cry of delight. Just as his thumb made contact with her hot almond, he felt her wet hand wrap around his rock-hard dick. She pulled on it with the delicacy he had learned to expect from her, making sure to bring her thumb over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead with each outer pull.
It didn't take long at all for the sexy Marilyn to bring the boy dangerously close to an ejaculation. He felt his charge building up in his balls and knew that he would cum if he let her pull on his cock just one more time. He wanted to let her bring him off. He wanted to feel the unutterable pleasure of t his orgasm, but he had good reason to delay it. He had good reason to delay Marilyn's orgasm, too. He j had good reason to keep her hot and bothered, to raise her to the brink of release and keep her there. He was following his brother's orders. Jack was waiting in the nearby copse of willow trees beating off and waiting to be introduced into the activities. He had told Terry to keep her up and make her as excited as possible so that she would be more willing to share her favors.
Terry still had second thoughts about what he was about to do. He had no idea how she would react when she found that they were not alone. He couldn't help feeling that the whole plot was sneaky and perhaps unfair, but she was such a groovy woman and so free in mind and spirit that he thought she would eventually accept what he! and Jack were about to do. Besides, Jack knew a j lot more about women than he did, and Jack had assured him that she would like having sex with two guys instead of just one. The thought of a three-way bang kept his cock jerking.
With that enticing end in mind, he forced himself to pull away from her. He ran out into deeper water, kicking up waves as he ran. He dived in head first, kicking his feet at the water's surface and spraying her as he went under.
"Come and get it!" he shouted just as he disappeared into the lake.
Marilyn was surprised once again at his pulling away from her, but she remembered how much fun she and Harold had had years before when they had engaged in sex play in the water. She wished Harold's memory would stop popping up in her head. She closed her mind to him and dived into the water after her new-found lover.
They could see each other clearly in the clean water of the gravel-bottomed lake. Marilyn saw the thick post arching up against the boy's hard belly and swam for it. Terry saw the woman's delectable cunt, the light-colored hair seeming to flutter in the moving water like underwater moss. He swam for her treasure. They embraced under water, their hands roving hungrily over each other. When Marilyn grabbed Terry's hard poker, he backed away from her and went up for air. She followed, trying to catch hold of his cock.
Just as her head emerged, Terry dived under her and positioned his face between her fluttering legs. She held herself at the surface while he blew bubbles of air over her pussy. The bubbles stuck to her cunt and tickled as they rolled over her sensitive flesh. She soon felt his tongue snaking its way inside her sex, lapping at her creamy gash. She let the young stud lick her cunt for a while, then she ducked under and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it with a frenzy. He quickly pulled away from her and swam farther into the lake. She followed and then he chased her for a while, rewarded with a taste of her warm wet pussy each time he caught her. They frolicked happily for a long time until they were both so sexed-up that one more touch would cause them to flash with a wild orgasm.
"I wanna fuck you in the cunt!" Terry said when they both came up for air. "I wanna screw you in the grass over there," he said, pointing to the willows.
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!" she gasped.
When they reached the shore and emerged from the water, Terry thought that they must be presenting quite a sight for his brother. The water dripped from Marilyn's heaving tits in torrents. Her long hair was matted and glistening in the sun, as was his own. He walked the luscious woman toward the trees where a thick mat of grass seemed placed there just for fucking. Marilyn's full firm breasts jiggled up and down with her jaunty step. Terry's dick preceded him by several inches. He gave himself a few gentle pulls.
When she reached a soft-looking spot, Marilyn fell in the grass, her long hair falling behind her and fanning out on the grass. She looked up at her little boyfriend and smiled a comely smile. She beckoned him to come closer. She wanted his swollen member buried in her belly, but he had other ideas. He spread his long legs and straddled her. She sat up and gave him what she knew he wanted. She ate his prick greedily, engulfing it and sucking it down her throat. She pulled at his nuts while she gave him the blow-job of his life.
"Close your eyes!" he said forcefully. "I've got a surprise for you."
CHAPTER NINE
She did as she was told, thinking that he was about to cum all over her face. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. She waited for the torrent of sperm that she was sure was about to cover her. For just a moment she thought she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her, but she was too engrossed in her cocksucking to worry about it. She waited and waited for his ejaculation.
Then she felt the head of his cock brushing against her lips, but it felt much bigger than before, as if it had swollen to half again its former size. She kept her eyes closed, however, and opened her mouth to suck it. When she felt the amazingly thickened rod pushing into her face, she realized that something was wrong. Even the scent and taste of the boy's cock was different. Terry's cock and groin had the smell of lake water, fresh and clean but unmistakable. It was not Terry's cock that she was trying desperately to accept into her mouth!
She opened her eyes and stared into the thick thatch of hair that covered the groin that faced her. She looked up and tried to scream when she saw that it was not Terry whose cock stuck between her stretched lips. The boy was older than Terry, and, although he bore Terry a strong resemblance, he had a look of lust on his face that frightened her. His was not the face of a young boy who still possessed a degree of innocence. His face was a hard and hungry face, the face of a man who was out to get whatever he wanted.
Marilyn's heart pounded wildly. Her eyes darted about, desperately trying to find a way out of her terrible predicament. She felt like a trapped and frightened animal. She was naked and wracked with fear. Could this really be happening to her? Could she really be about to be raped by this cruel-looking boy with a cock twice as big as anything she had ever seen before? Would he hurt her? Could Terry have had anything to do with the terrible situation in which she found herself?
She felt slightly less frightened when she saw that Terry was still standing beside her. He looked down at her with compassion and a trace of shame in his eyes. She stared pleadingly at him. He kneeled at her side and whispered lovingly in her ear, trying to explain that the cock in her mouth belonged to his brother Jack. It was little comfort to know that his brother was choking her rather than a perfect stranger. She coughed and gagged as the hard purplish cock filled her mouth and throat.
"C'mon, man!" Terry said, realizing that Jack was practically killing her. "You're chokin' her! Back off!"
Terry pushed his brother away from the woman. Jack reluctantly pulled his cock free from the lovely Marilyn's mouth and let her catch her breath. He had every intention of filling her face at the earliest convenience. In the meantime he stood over her with his arms folded and his poker jerking out in front of him. He decided to let Terry smooth things over if he could. He had plenty of time to get what he wanted.
Marilyn couldn't help crying when she was finally able to get her breath. She sobbed while Terry tried to explain why he had tricked her. She quieted down after she had heard a full explanation. She began to wonder what she had been so afraid of in the first place. She didn't quite believe the business about Jack's inability to find a girl who could take his massive dick, but the longer she stared at the thing, the more believable the story became. She began to feel something inside her stirring her up when she realized that she had two boys at her disposal rather than just one. She had two of Joan's children to fuck her. Perhaps she would enjoy a three-way fuck.
After she had settled down and had forgiven Terry for his indelicacy, she began to tackle the problem at hand, namely Jack's almost murderous prick. She didn't really care who the thing was attached to at that point as long as she could have it between her legs. She managed to take it into her mouth, although it was like swallowing a cucumber. Jack didn't seem to care how much trouble she was having with it. He quickly began rocking back and forth, forcing his organ deep into her throat.
Marilyn soon discovered that sucking the thing for any length of time was out of the question. She pointed down to her quivering pussy and conveyed her desire to have the boy's cock in her cunt rather than in her face. At least she knew that her elastic cunt could accommodate him. She expected some pain, but even that was better than choking. He eased his prick out of her face and stood back to examine the cunt she was presenting to him.
She lay on her back and raised her long, luscious legs, spreading them wide and holding them out in front of her. The boy stood between her legs and stared at her offering. Her pussylips parted and closed again and again as she slowly and seductively moved her legs back and forth like a pair of scissors. Her crimson slit was lewdly exposed to the boy. She knew that he could see way up inside her pussy and the knowledge excited her still further. She put her hand down between her legs and parted the fleshy folds of her twat, inserting a finger and poking it in and out of her fuckhole, provoking the fluids of her passion.
She took her tits in her hands and held them up to the hot sun and the two brothers who wondered at her delicious lewdness. Terry kneeled beside her again and bent over her mounds of delicately molded flesh, licking her tits and sucking her stiff nipples and the gooseflesh areolas that surrounded them. Marilyn felt like some pagan sex worshiper sacrificing herself to her own lasciviousness. All that mattered to her was the wonderful burning between her legs and the anticipation of the hot rod that would soon be stuffed inside her.
She screamed loudly and threw her head from side to side when she felt Jack's huge dick push into her juicy hole. The hard thing felt to her like a blazing poker. He jammed it into her with one or two rough bucks of his ass. Already it filled her elastic channel and felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. It almost felt as if something alive was growing inside her, stretching her cunt to the bursting point. The cock kicked and pounded inside her. She looked up and saw Jack's face a few inches from hers. The boy grunted and groaned like an animal, but she was no longer afraid. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast. Nothing else would satisfy her.
Her fear was soon to return.
With a loud grunt, Jack suddenly lurched backward and pulled his cock out of Marilyn's desperately grasping cunt. He stood up and loomed over her, a look of depravity in his eyes. Marilyn felt very small in his shadow. It wasn't until now that she realized how big the young man really was.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, Marilyn Reynolds," he roared. "I'm gonna give you an ass-fuck like you've never had in your life!"
"No!" she screamed. "I can't take it! It's too big! Too big!"
"Sure you can take it, Marilyn! You're a big girl! That's why I'm here, so you can take this fucker," he said, stroking himself.
"But you'll kill me!" she protested. "Don't let him do it to me, Terry!"
Terry was still sucking her tits and jacking himself off. He looked up at her as if he hadn't understood what she said. Marilyn realized that she wasn't about to get any help from him. He was too turned on to care what happened to her. She didn't really blame him for his lack of concern. He was young and easily consumed by his own desires. She knew that she would have to handle the situation as well as she could all by herself. Perhaps she could make things easier for herself by submitting to Jack's demands and bringing him off quickly. It was her only chance to escape the torture of his abnormally huge cock. She could almost feel the tearing pain in her ass already.
She grabbed desperately for his swollen organ, hoping to make him cum prematurely, thus decreasing his animal lust. Before she could reach him, he grabbed her legs in a strong grip and lifted them high in the air. He rolled the tense, frightened woman back in the grass until she was resting on her shoulders, her creamy buttocks upturned and facing him, her moist twat just begging to be sucked.
The sight of Marilyn's deliciously open pussy made Jack forget temporarily his desire to ream her ass with his giant cock. He couldn't remember having seen a more beautiful cunt between two more beautiful legs. Her luscious sex-flesh was freshly pink and tasty looking between her pliant cuntlips. He couldn't resist bending close to her cunt to sample her treasure.
Marilyn couldn't help responding to the young man's closeness between her legs. She resisted at first, due to her persistent fear of being buttfucked cruelly by the powerful boy. Her attitude changed when he began licking between her pussylips. Her writhings changed by degrees from smugglings to writhings of passion. She felt him lapping up her juices with far greater delicacy than she had expected of him. She gathered from the way he nibbled gently at her clitoris, that he knew how to excite a woman beautifully, if only he took the time to let her enjoy herself.
Perhaps the taste of her moist pussy had the same hypnotic affect on Jack as it had on his brother. Perhaps the soft silken touch of Marilyn's skin and the music of her mewlings soothed the savage within him. Perhaps her incredible beauty and the mellowness of her richly curved body had an effect on him far beyond sexual excitation. Perhaps the natural willingness of her body had reached him in some mysterious way, quieting him, reducing him by degrees to the same state of slavery to which she had unconsciously reduced his brother.
Before long Jack had all but forgotten the terrible aching in his balls and the unbearable tension in his jerking cock. His sexual aching was slowly being replaced by an aching within him, a longing to be accepted by this alluring woman. He felt now that he had to earn her favors rather than forcing them from her. He had never engaged in sexual activities with a woman more than a year or two older than himself, except for his one unforgettable night with his mother. Now he was succumbing to the same feeling he had had for her that night. He was so lost in his adoration of Marilyn that he was beginning to feel sorry that he had tricked her into the encounter. He felt the same strange kind of shame that Terry had felt when he had tried to seduce her and had himself been seduced.
Marilyn felt herself opening to the young man who licked and nibbled between her legs. She felt herself opening to him in more than a physical way. She sensed the changes taking place in Jack's mind, the effect she was having on him, sensed somehow that the effect was much the same as the effect she had had on Terry. She felt a surge of pride welling up within her when she realized once again that her womanhood was still wonderfully intact, even after so many years of sterile sexlessness. Her femininity, her mysterious power over men, her mellow sensuality, were her new reasons for living.
She smiled warmly when Jack looked down at her and she saw the pleading look on his face. He suddenly looked much younger and much more confused than he had at first. She took his expression of shame as a plea for forgiveness. She knew he would stop his ravishing of her if she gave the word, but she was beginning to enjoy the tongue-job he was giving her. The feeling of his tongue gently riding up and down the crevice between her cuntlips was thrilling her deep in her belly. His loving cunt-lapping was making her unnatural position almost comfortable. She decided to forgive him as she had already forgiven his younger brother, the younger brother whose face was presently buried between her tits.
She expressed her forgiveness by gently dropping her legs to Jack's wide shoulders, letting them dangle there. She let her head fall back on the grass and waited while he assimilated her easy-going acceptance of his cunt-lapping. When he realized that she wanted him to continue, he bent to his task again, going at it with even greater care, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the lovely woman.
The heady aroma of her womanly treasure filled his nostrils when he spread open her cunt. He stared at it for a moment or two, ogling her crimson fuck flesh, wishing that he could bury his head in her vagina. While he stared into her sex, visions of his mother flashed through his mind, from his memory of their night of ecstasy. Marilyn's cunt was so like his mother's, so hot and juicy, so mellow and fragrant. He touched the tip of his tongue to the tiny curved protrusion of flesh that seemed to beg for attention. He felt Marilyn's entire body shake when he began running his tongue around her clit. He popped the tiny hot spot into his mouth and began scraping it gently against his teeth. He felt her push her dripping cunt against his face, wetting his cheeks with her fragrant dew. He was glad she was enjoying herself. He began licking over her clitoris, bringing his tongue all the way up into her love-hair with each loving lap, pausing only long enough to spit out an occasional curl from her hair pie.
Marilyn was understandably in ecstasy. She had a boy lapping away at her excited sex and a boy nibbling and fondling her tits, but she needed something to suck on too. She looked over at her side and saw that Terry's big erection hadn't diminished a bit. It stood up hard and slippery looking between his strong legs as he kneeled beside her. She let him know what she wanted and he was more than happy to give it to her. He straddled her chest and positioned his big dong over her mouth. He backed up a bit and pressed down the unyielding shaft of his dick with his thumb until the head pressed against the woman's rich-looking lips. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the salty head of the teenage cock she had learned to love. She flicked her tongue around the wet shaft of the thing, letting the copious emission of pre-seminal fluid run down her throat in endless trickles.
Jack was nibbling at the jiggling flesh of her inner legs near her cunt. He had put his hand over her sopping wet hole and was rubbing gently with his palm. The feel of the young man's roughish palm against her clit was driving her wild. She reached out and took Terry's nuts in her hands, weighing the heavy things and tugging at them. He reacted powerfully to her manipulation of his young eggs. He started moving back and forth on his haunches, running his pole of flesh deeper and deeper into Marilyn's eager mouth. She moaned as his organ banged against the back of her throat. She wanted him to give up a hot load of cum. She contracted her throat against his dick, something she had learned years ago in her high school cocksucking days. She squeezed his cock inside her throat as she swallowed every hard inch of it.
She felt Jack's hands roving over her asscheeks, exploring her every swelling curve. His hands moved very slowly at first over her butt and down to the soft small of her back. The more excited he became, the faster his hands moved. Soon his hands were flying over her soft warm body as if he were trying to embrace every area of her body at once. His breathing grew heavier and faster. She felt his hands finally grasping her fleshy buttocks, pulling them apart. She felt his thumb pressing against the puckered ring of her asshole, felt his fingers slipping up and down the soft crack of her ass. His fingers trailed out of her crevice and all the way to her cunt, flicking over her hairy mound and then returning to the crack between her asscheeks, exciting both sensitive places with one wide sweep. She was beginning to want Jack's cock up her ass. She was beginning to lose her paralyzing fear of his cock. His attention to her ass was exciting her beyond belief.
She felt a thrill when Jack's finger pushed into her ass. He had spit on his finger first to ease the discomfort. He twisted his finger inside her, pressing it deeper and deeper until it was buried in her anus up to the knuckle. He wiggled it inside her for a while and then removed it as slowly and gently as he had inserted it. He started kissing her ass, licking and nibbling her buttocks, trailing kisses down her ass crack until his lips reached her puckered anal ring. He tongued her asshole, running his tongue in circles around it, all the while rubbing his palm over her juicy cunt. He could see and feel her asshole quivering under his influence. He heard gurgling sounds and looked down to see Marilyn sucking his brother's cock. He had been so wrapped up in his own work that he hadn't noticed what his brother was doing. It gave him an odd but stimulating feeling to watch his brother's cock pounding in and out of the woman's mouth.
"Good goin', Terry!" he said, slapping his brother on the ass.
"It's good all right," Terry replied, his teeth clenched. Marilyn was strangling at the moment and trying to swallow the hot torrents of sperm the boy had suddenly blasted into her throat. She felt spurt after spurt of the creamy boyfuck stuff shooting into her face. The pleasure it gave her to know that she had brought the young boy to another powerful ejaculation thrilled her deep inside. She felt her pussy suddenly flash with fire and electricity, shocks and flames racing up her spine, lightning flashing in her belly. She let her legs fall from Jack's muscular shoulders. He held her ass in his strong hands and lowered her to the ground. Her collapsed body lay on the grass and rested while she drained Terry's cock of sperm.
Even though she had just climaxed beautifully, she wanted more of the two horny boys. She wanted Jack's still hard dick up her ass more than she could express. When the boy's rod softened enough, she pulled it out of her mouth and licked her lips and the dripping head of the purplish organ. She lapped at Terry's balls, licking up some of his thick white sperm that had dribbled there. She felt his nuts hanging loose against her chin. The boy was quiet, his body relaxed and temporarily drained of energy.
"Oh, Christ, Mrs. Reynolds. That's just too much," he whispered, his eyes closed, his face peaceful.
She hugged him to her and kissed his lips with more motherly love than passion. He felt so soft and young in her arms that she almost cried. She looked up and saw that Jack's cock was still jerking out in front of him, just waiting to be inserted in her ass.
"I went you," she said when Terry crawled off her and fell quietly in the grass. "I want that big thing in my ass. Will you put it there for me, Jack?"
"Do you really mean it, Marilyn? Can I really try it?" Jack begged, feeling suddenly as if he were fucking a woman for the first time.
"If you promise not to hurt me too much. It's so big. It's so thick and hard!" she said, marveling at the enormous thing.
Terry settled down to watch the goings on, fondling his soft cock. Jack sat down in the grass, his rock-hard cock thrusting up from his hairy groin like a fleshy lance. Marilyn stared at him for a while and then stood up. She poised her ass over his cock, balancing on her haunches as if she were about to shit in his lap. Although his cock was already dripping and slippery, Jack smeared a gob of spit on the head of it and held his breath while Marilyn slowly sat on his cock.
She felt the swollen knob of it, almost as big as a child's fist, butt up against her asshole. She was glad he was letting her take it in her own sweet time. She still wasn't sure that she could allow the monster into her, although now at least she was willing to try taking it. It took a long time for her to relax her asshole sufficiently to accept the head of his turgid pole. She felt a searing pain when it entered her all at once when he bucked his ass. The flanged head of it was stuck inside her. It was a terribly uncomfortable feeling for a while. Jack had enough control to delay moving his dick until she was ready for it. She eased herself onto the thick post inch by inch until she was impaled all the way up to his balls. She felt the wiry hair of his groin rubbing against her smooth asscheeks.
She couldn't see the look of pleasure that came over his face since she sat with her back to him, but she could tell he was enjoying the incredibly tight ass-fuck. She tried to imagine how her anus felt against his sensitive cock, tight and grasping. She could feel the knob of his cock rubbing inside her anal cavity, stretching her insides, filling her with hard, jerking meat. He began to move slowly inside her. She tried to match his chuffing motions by riding his pole up and down. The longer she rode it, the more used she became to the intruder. She looked down and saw a slight trickle of blood running down his staff, which was exactly what she had expected considering the stretching her asshole had been forced to endure.
Marilyn started bobbing up and down faster and faster, the pain diminishing by degrees the longer she rode his dick. She was having the time of her life, but she wanted some stimulation in her pussy too. By now Terry had raised a big healthy hard-on through his persistent fondling of his cock. She beckoned for him to approach her. He couldn't believe what she wanted him to do. She actually wanted him to stick his cock in her pussy while his brother fucked her in the ass! The thought almost made him shoot off.
Jack peeked around Marilyn to see what was happening when Terry took a position between his legs. He hadn't expected her to take both cocks into her at the same time. He hadn't done much double-fucking, let alone with his own brother, but this was a new kick and it turned him on. If Terry and Marilyn didn't mind, he sure wasn't going to rock the boat.
Terry put his rod against Marilyn's vaginal orifice and rubbed it around against her juicy pussy. She urged him to shove it into her and cried with pleasure when she felt it enter her cunt. She wrapped her arms around the boy and held him to her. Jack wrapped his arms around both of them and the three rocked together on the grass in the wildest fuck any of them had ever experienced.
The boys could feel their rods rubbing together inside Marilyn's hot body, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. Marilyn's vagina and ass felt packed with hard, throbbing boycock. The boys' balls slapped together as they both rammed their organs into her. Marilyn felt her big sensitive breasts crushed against the boy's hard chest, felt her tingling nipples brushing against his sweating skin. A cooling breeze fanned their hot-fucking bodies while the sun beamed down from a clear blue sky. They all felt naked and proud of their unconcealed activities, taboo though they were.
After a few frenzied minutes of rocking in their abandoned fuck, they all came almost at the same time. The two cocks erupted their sex-lava, filling Marilyn's ass and cunt with hot sperm. Their sperm dripped from her two holes and mingled on her body. She rubbed her hands around in their sperm, spreading it over her belly like lotion. She asked them to lick her belly. They balked at first, but soon realized that they would do anything she asked of them. They lapped up their mingled sperm like two sex slaves. She lay back in the soft grass and luxuriated in the relaxing atmosphere nature had so thoughtfully provided for their unforgettable experience.
After the two boys had licked her dry they fell on her again and rolled about with her like children playing after school. Marilyn felt like a child too, and like a woman at the same time. When they were refreshed and rested from their play, they fucked again and again, enjoying it more and more each time, dreaming up all sorts of new, enjoyable things that three could do. They kept up their pace until they were exhausted, fucking blissfully until the sun set.
CHAPTER TEN
Marilyn couldn't quite believe what she was about to do. She stood on the front step? of Mike and Jeannie Peterson's A-frame cottage on Lake Belle, her hand poised over the doorbell, hesitating. She had known the Petersons for several months, having been introduced by Joan. She had attended several parties at the cottage, Scrabble playing bores to which Harold had dragged her, and she would attend a party at their cottage tonight, if only she could bring herself to go through with it. It was not Mike and Jeannie who were throwing this particular party. Marilyn knew perfectly well that this one wouldn't bore her. Loud throbbing rock music shook the glass wall facing the lake.
Marilyn didn't know what had possessed her to accept the invitation Jack and Terry had extended that afternoon at Crystal Lake. The three had gotten so close that afternoon that anything seemed proper at the time. She had protested mildly at first, claiming that she was much too old to engage in such activities with young people. After a hearty laugh, that excuse had crumbled and blown away. She had consented to joining them after they had dismissed all her excuses. They had told her that everyone would groove on her. She hoped they would do more on her than "groove." By the time the sun had set that evening, she had been truly looking forward to the party, but now that she had had time to think it over, it seemed a terribly daring thing to do. A fucking and sucking party with a bunch of high school and college kids? At her age?
Jack and Terry had told her who would be there. She knew some of the kids. She knew their parents. She had even gone to high school with their parents and she had even been screwed by some of their fathers. How could she possibly bring herself to join them in an orgy? Of course she had been fucked and sucked by her best friend's two boys, but this was different somehow. She almost turned to leave when the door opened.
She wheeled about in shock when she felt the throbbing music surge out through the open door. She wasn't particularly shocked at what she saw in the dim recesses of the room. After all, she had been quite the swinger herself at that age and had attended more than her share of sex get-togethers, although she suspected that they were more common now than they had been then. What shocked her was the fact that she would have to make a snap decision. She would either go in and join them in whatever depravity their horny young minds had dreamed up, or turn tail and run as fast as her legs could carry her. The prospect of depravity won out for some strange reason, and she entered the cottage with eyes wide open.
She soon noticed that blouses and zippers were wide open too. The pretty girl who met her at the door was naked to the waist and wearing only a pair of flimsy black lace panties. She smiled approvingly at her and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. The smoke had a peculiar smell about it. It was everywhere. It was a friendly smell, pungent, unlike anything she had ever smelled before. It was an intoxicating and inviting fragrance. She saw what appeared to be glowing embers floating in the shadows and realized that they had to be marijuana cigarettes, the "joints" she had heard about. She wondered what the smoke tasted like, wondered what it was that attracted all the kids to the illegal weed. She wondered if it could be as good as alcohol.
She had only been in the place a few seconds when Jack and Terry jumped up and ran to her from opposite corners of the room. They said they had been waiting for her. She declined to tell them that she had had second thoughts for a while. The party had been in full swing for an hour or so already. Some of the party-goers had discarded their clothes and were either naked or nearly so. The scent of sex was already in the air. Terry suggested that he introduce her to some of the people.
Terry hadn't been attending those parties for very long. He hadn't yet been able to interest any of the girls in his overgrown cock. He had cursed his old man for "blessing" him with such a big cock, but now he had a woman who could appreciate him. And what a woman she was! He led her around introducing her to his friends. He felt considerable masculine pride when the guys all stared at her in disbelief. Micky Thompson, who had always kidded him about his uselessly big cock, said she had to be a model, not the skinny type of course, but the buxom, lush type that adorned the slick girlie magazines.
Some of the girls seemed a bit cowed by Marilyn's indescribable deliciousness. Some of the girls even seemed a bit jealous of her when they saw their boy friends' heads turn. Their attitudes didn't bother her a bit. She rather enjoyed the feeling of being envied by those sexy young girls. She still had it and this was a clear indication of the effect of her mellow beauty. She also appreciated Terry's pride in her. She didn't mind being his sex-possession as long as she was free to sample some of the other boys at the party. She couldn't help wondering if some of the boys were as good with their cocks as their fathers had been in high school. She glanced at Hank Larrisson's well-filled crotch and remembered how his father had stretched her pussy with his big dick. Pattie Daniels' hand was resting over the boy's crotch at the moment, but Marilyn knew from the glazed look in his eye that he was hers for the taking. By the time she had made the rounds of the dimly lighted corners of the cottage, she had become the object of general attention. She could already hear the boys making excuses to get away from their girls. She knew that she would have a busy night.
Jack and Terry sat her down on a pile of silk pillows in front of a huge brass hukkah. The bulbous bowl of the thing glowed warmly with light reflected from a multi-colored strobe that flashed from one of the other rooms. So this thing was the source of much of the smoke that filled the room! The two boys sat down with her and suggested that she take a few "hits" from the brightly colored braided tube that ran from the top of the vase-like vessel. When she sucked in her breath, she heard bubbles inside the vessel and inhaled a thick puff of smoke. The boys told her to take it deep into her lungs and hold it there for as long as she could. She had to exhale almost immediately due to the searing pain in her lungs. It was like inhaling a cigar, something she had done as a child of six as a prank, but the effect of this smoke was considerably different.
After the first few inhalations of the fragrant fumes, the searing in her lungs diminished and she noticed that the smoke was much cooler than she had thought earlier. Terry told her that the smoke was being bubbled through cold wine. For some reason she found that funnier than she should have. In fact, she thought everything was funny. She was swaying to and fro with laughter and hadn't felt better in her life. This weed was better than alcohol, all right!
The boys took turns sucking the thick smoke into their lungs, too. After a few minutes Marilyn began to feel "in tune" with her surroundings in a way she had never experienced before. She began to feel incredibly close to her two boys. She felt strange but pleasant surges of sensation throughout her entire body. She felt a peculiar heaviness inside her head, a funny tugging at her ear lobes, a languid warmth in her legs and arms, and relaxed in every fiber of her body. It wasn't long before the warmth spread to the sensitive spot between her legs. Alcohol had never made her pussy respond in this way. She was amazed. She wondered if the boys were feeling the same delicious sensations between their legs.
She had her answer soon enough. She looked down on either side of her and saw that both boys were sporting fine erections, bulging at their crotches inside their pants. At any other time Marilyn would have been terribly embarrassed by their brazen show of affection, but under the influence of the weed, she was quite taken by their boldness. She couldn't fight her urge to reach down and feel the hard organs the kids sported for her. She did glance around to see if anyone was watching, but it was only an involuntary action. She didn't really care at that point who was watching. She found, however, that the corner of the room the boys had chosen for her was dark and isolated. She could make out couples in the shadows locked in loving embraces, and seeming to be in worlds of their own.
When she reached out for her boys' hard cocks, they moved closer to her and let her feel them to her heart's content. They wrapped their strong arms around her and took a few more hits of weed. The more she smoked of the dope, the more intense became the fire between her legs. Her legs were curled beneath her, her soft silken calves facing Terry, begging to be stroked. She felt his hand fall warm and exciting on her calf. The feeling was not like a touch of flesh at all. It was a deeper sensation, as if the boy's hands were filling her entire body with the same sensations she felt between her legs.
She let Jack put his hand under her tight dress and feel her knees and upper legs. His eager hand roved over her legs, exploring her curves as if for the first time. By the time his hand reached her cunt, she was alive with sexual sensation. She felt his fingers stroking the thin nylon of her pantyhose. She knew they were getting damp with the excitement of her juicy cunt. She wanted his fingers inside her cunt as much as he wanted to put them there.
She stopped kneading the boys' crotches long enough to fall back in the pile of pillows and pull her dress up to her waist. She spread her legs slightly, inviting the boys to peel off her pantyhose. They needed no prodding. They fell to their task with the dedication of slaves. It suddenly seemed to Marilyn as if time had slowed, as if everything the boys did to her lasted longer than it should have, as if every sensation they aroused within her were doubled in intensity. It seemed to take them forever to roll her pantyhose down her legs and remove them, but she enjoyed being denuded so very slowly and under such lewd circumstances.
As soon as her thin garment rolled down over her pussy, Jack buried his face in the lush growth of curls between her legs. He lapped at the fragrant cunt that he had earlier excited with his slow stroking through her panties. Terry continued to remove her garment, trailing wet kisses down her legs all the way to her bared toes. He threw her pantyhose to one side and began gently sucking her toes while his big brother sucked her cunt.
Marilyn felt her cunt gushing moisture as the big boy ate away at her. She felt smooth and easy under the influence of the marijuana. She heard sitar music drifting through the air, a sound she had never heard before. It seemed that the boy was lapping her clit to the beat of quiet drums. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the fire that slowly burned through her from her dripping twat to her brain. It was with some surprise that she felt another head between her legs.
She looked down and saw that Terry, too, had decided to suck at her cunt. He had taken a position between her legs and was licking one side of her pussylips while his brother licked the other side. She opened her legs even more, making room for their joint eat-out. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the tongues playing over her clit and the hot lips of her quivering sex.
When she opened her eyes again, after what seemed like hours of hot pleasure, she felt a cock butting up against her temple door. She exerted some effort with her cunt muscles and helped the big worshiper enter her. She knew without even looking that it was Jack's enormous dong that was stretching her vaginal walls. He moved the huge organ in and out of her very slowly, pulling it out with each stroke until the head almost left her cunt entirely, and then gently forcing it into her again. She loved every minute of it.
She looked up and saw Terry standing over her with his hard young dick sticking out through his Levi's. He kneeled beside her and wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly pulling on it while she watched. A pearl of clear pre-seminal fluid appeared on the tip of his dick. Marilyn saw it glittering in the subdued light of the room and flicked out her tongue at it. She took the drop to her lips and tasted the slippery saltiness of it. She wanted more, much more. Terry pushed the stiff young organ closer to her and she took the head of it between her ruby lips. She tongued the underside of it with great delicacy, very slowly, very gently. She could feel the rod harden more and more, the longer she held it in her mouth. It swelled against her teeth. She took it deeper and deeper into her face until it stuck down her throat a good six inches. Terry gently pushed his body up against her until the whole rod extended down into her sucking throat. She felt the wiry hair of his groin against her face.
"What's happenin', man?" she thought she heard someone say.
She rolled her eyes and looked past Terry's groin to see another boy standing behind and to one side of him. He was stark naked, his cock hanging between his legs soft and inviting. It had been a long time since she had seen a cock other than Jack's and Terry's. She stared at the long thing and wanted it. It was not quite as long or as thick as Jack's or Terry's, but it was perfectly shaped and beginning to stir as the boy looked over Marilyn's proffered body. The boy, who said his name was Hank, sauntered over to her and grinned down at the lovely woman. He asked if she would mind if he joined the fun. Terry glanced down at her and saw no objection in her eyes. He answered for her since her mouth was occupied at the time. Terry slapped Hank on the back and told him he could join the fun.
Hank kneeled down beside Terry and began unbuttoning her dress. He reached inside her bulging bodice and grasped her boobs. They filled his hands with warm, glowing, feminine flesh. Her tits had been neglected by Jack and Terry and she appreciated the way Hank attended to them with loving care. As he fondled them the nipples stiffened and stood out for him, as if begging him to take them into his mouth and nibble at the hard points. And when he did take them between his lips, Marilyn felt a deep tingle that thrilled her more completely under the influence of the marijuana than it would have otherwise.
Hank's face soon descended between her bulging globes, his tongue lapping at the out-curved spheres and trailing down the crevice between her tits. When he had kissed her belly as far down inside her dress as he could, he started kissing her milk-white throat and tickling her chin with his tongue.
While he excited her with his mouth, Hank reached down between her legs and began diddling her clit with his fingers. His fingers rubbed against Jack's stiff poker as he stroked in and out of her. Marilyn felt the new boy's soft penis stiffening and standing up against her side where her dress was opened. She wanted to remove her dress completely, to be stark naked and open to anybody and everybody who wanted her, but she was so firmly impaled in her mouth and cunt, and so heavily pinned down by Hank's heavily breathing body, that struggling out of her dress was out of the question. She looked like a woman being gang-raped, her dress tucked up and almost torn apart, but she was enjoying it. She was flying.
It didn't take very long for the three busy boys to bring Marilyn to her flash point. When she did cum with them, it was an experience like nothing in her life. She seemed to cum twice, three times, all at once, as if her sensations were doubled and redoubled with each charge that flashed through her. She felt Jack shoot off deep within her cunt, felt him fill her up with his manly essence, and she felt gallons of the thick nutty stuff shoot into her face when Terry's cum erupted into her. She felt his cock stiffen in her throat and blast against her tonsils like a shotgun blast. Yet even in her flash of orgasm, she was not out of touch with the mysterious vibrations of the sitar or the scent of the pot and incense in the air. She was even able to control herself long enough to take Hank's hard dick in her hand and pound him hard and fast until he too ejaculated all over her face and throat. The three boys then fell together around the soft, willing woman and rested in peace.
Marilyn gazed off into the shadows and observed some of the hot fucking that was going on around her. Everyone seemed to be either nude or in a degree of undress, and everyone seemed to be participating in some kind of sexual activity, mindless of the partygoers all about them, or rather mindful of them but fucking openly anyway. It was the flagrant displays that teased her and stirred her deep inside.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She recognized little Susan Shaffer, fourteen-year-old daughter of a local dentist. The sweet young thing was as naked as the day she was born. She was pinioned against the wall, being fucked in a standing position by a boy Marilyn didn't recognize. And wonder of wonders, the boy was black! It was a bit of a shock to find Susan, whose father was known as an incurable racist, being fucked so happily by a handsome black stud. She laughed inside, trying to imagine the expression on Dr. Shaffer's fat face if he ever heard about Susan's activities. She was glad Susan was enjoying her interracial fuck. It reflected a healthy attitude she admired in the young people who surrounded and accepted her. They didn't seem to care about age or race or degree of sexual sophistication, just as long as the person was willing to participate. The longer she looked at the young black man's flexing buttocks and glistening muscular back, the more she wanted him too. She envied Susan. Perhaps she could interest the boy in fucking her later.
Her eyes searched the large room for other interesting sexual situations. She found what she was looking for in every corner of the room. Pamela Walters was sitting on the sofa having her cunt eaten leisurely by John Benson, the local high school football quarterback. Pamela was one of the best cheerleaders in the local school. Marilyn had gone to a few of the games with Joan and remembered how graceful Pamela had been when she performed those high jumps with the pom-poms. She started performing 'gracefully on the sofa, too, when another boy stepped up and put his dick in her mouth. When Marilyn looked down between John's legs and saw the thick rod of flesh sticking up through the opening in his underpants, she knew why Pamela was willing to jump so high for the team.
Her excited eyes wandered to a far corner of the smoke-filled room where she thought she saw two girls locked in an embrace. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. It was true. Two naked young girls of perhaps sixteen were lying in a pile of pillows kissing and fondling each other. Marilyn's head swam. She was confused by this blatant display of perversity. She had heard of such things but had no idea that that kind of thing went on so openly, especially in her own little community. Even though she was shocked by the carrying on between the girls, she was also somewhat excited by it. The more she stared at the two beautiful girls, the more she began to accept them and the hotter she became between the legs.
One of the girls had long blonde hair, something like Marilyn's. In fact her body was not unlike Marilyn's body had been at that age. The girl was endowed with a gorgeous pair of tits, and yet her breasts were not out of proportion to her deliciously curved body. The other girl had smaller tits that stood out firmly and pertly, the tits of a little girl on the body of a girl teenager. Her hair was short and thin, falling over her eyes in light wisps. Her body was somewhat angular and lithe. She reminded Marilyn of someone she thought she knew. The longer she stared at the girl, the clearer the image of her friend became. It was Joan's image. The girl looked enough like Joan to be her daughter!
Marilyn quivered inside when she thought of Joan. She felt afraid in a strange way. Joan's two boys still lay beside her, having fucked her moments before in the mouth and cunt, and now she was imagining her best girl friend, seeing her in the girl who participated in the bizarre and taboo girl-girl sex act. She watched with wide eyes as the lithe girl kissed the blonde girl's shadowed pussy. Soon the girl was licking between the blonde girl's thighs, provoking little cries that Marilyn could barely hear. She tried to imagine the sensations involved in being sucked by another girl. She soon felt that she was being drawn into a whirlpool of emotions that frightened her. Images of Joan continued to dance before her eyes. Tongues of fire danced between her legs. It was one thing to accept what the two girls were doing, but quite another to think of doing it with her best friend.
She tore her eyes away from the two girls in the shadows and found herself staring into the dark curly crotch of the black boy she had been admiring moments earlier. He had kneeled at her side while she was so intently watching the two girls go at it. She couldn't take her eyes off the soft brown organ that hung wrinkled before her eyes. She noted that fresh cum still dripped from the eye-slit. She assumed that he had finished off his fuck with pretty little Susan and wanted to approach her for more of the same. The texture and color of his skin fascinated her. She hadn't had sex with a black man before, not because she had any hang-ups about it but because the opportunity hadn't presented itself in the past. The longer she looked at the boy's dripping cock, the more she wanted to taste his chocolate lollipop.
"How ya doin', baby?" He smiled down at her in a deep controlled voice. "Couldn't help catchin' sight of you! What's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this? Ain't I original?"
"I'm just visiting," she said.
"All this just a little bit new to ya?" he said, honest concern in his voice.
"Only in this atmosphere," she said. "I've been married a long time. I suppose you might say I've been out of circulation too long. Times have changed since I was a girl."
"Shit, no, baby! Times haven't changed that much. We do the same old stuff. It's just that we do it together now! No hang-ups. Y'know the pot's been around a long time too. It's just accepted more now, that's all. And what's this shit about 'since you were a girl?' You think you're old or somethin'?" he said, his eyes roving over Marilyn's naked tits.
"Well I'm no baby any more." She protested, feeling the urge to provoke some flattery.
"Yeah? Who wants ta fuck a baby?" he said and smiled.
"Do you really want to fuck me?" she asked. "An old woman like me?"
"You said it, baby! Oops! I mean you said it, woman!" He laughed.
She was about to see whether or not Jack and Terry cared if she spread herself around a little, but found that they had already left her side. She saw that they were going about their business, Jack sucking a girl's tits through two holes in her black lace bra, Terry having his dick jerked off by a hot little bitch with red hair and a creamy white face. She recognized her too. It was a local preacher's daughter!
The black boy, whose name was Willie, helped Marilyn to her feet. He helped her remove her dress, too. He began smoothing his hands over her breasts, moving them around together and pinching her nipples from time to time. She wanted him to take her any way he wanted her, but she didn't feel quite refreshed enough yet to devote herself to fucking with the freedom of feeling that the activity deserved. Willie seemed to notice her slight discomfort.
"There's a shower upstairs, a nice big one. Care to join me?" he said.
She followed her young black friend up the stairs and across a balcony that divided the high A-frame. From the balcony she could see all the activity that was taking place so openly downstairs. She shivered when she thought of how that very room had been the site of the Petersons' dull Scrabble get-togethers. She felt somehow that that part of her life was behind her. The rest of her life would be lived as she wished. She would endeavor to enjoy herself with whoever she chose, in spite of her meaningless marital obligation to Harold and his limp prick.
Willie rested his hand on her delicate shoulder and shook her from her deep thought. He led her to a large bathroom and turned on the water in the shower, adjusting the spray and letting it run a while to reach an acceptable temperature. He sauntered over to the toilet as calmly as could be and took his still soft cock in his hand. He turned and conversed with the sexy woman while he pissed. She was a bit surprised, but it interested her at the same time. There was something nasty about watching a strange youngster piss.
She leaned back against the bathroom vanity while she watched, her luscious knockers lewdly out-thrust and heavy, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her tits. Her creamy thighs accentuated the downy puff of hair between her legs. Her body was one soft undulation from head to toe. Her breathing was slow, measured, barely perceptible, her breasts moving slightly with each breath. She was the picture of sensuality and she knew it. She gripped the edge of the vanity top and held it tightly for a few seconds. Her moist pussy came alive as she watched the bold black boy performing a function that women were not supposed to see. She was excited by his brazen display and intrigued by the calmness of his manner. Everything he did seemed natural and easy, and yet it seemed calculated to excite.
"Better get this pissin' out of the way before the damn fucker gets any harder," the boy said matter-of-factly. "Almost kills a cat to piss through a boner."
Marilyn looked down at his dick resting half-hard in his fist and wished it was her hand that held it. She watched the stream of yellow piss cascading into the toilet and almost had the urge to reach out and put her delicate hand in the stream. She wondered why she was having such nasty thoughts. She even thought for a moment that it would be fun to piss while he watched her. She wondered if it was the lingering effects of the marijuana that allowed her subconscious desires to surface.
"I'm going to do all kinds of things to you with this black thing," the boy said. "First thing I want to do is let you get in that shower with me and get it nice and hard. You know, just soap it all up and beat me off for a while. I'm going to do the same to your pussy and rub on it to make you nice and hot. We'll just go on from there. How's that sound?" he said, shaking his hardening dick and turning to face the hot-assed woman.
by way of reply, Marilyn smiled provocatively and approached him. She surprised even herself when she reached out boldly and grabbed his rubbery brown cock. She led him into the roomy shower by his cock, her shapely ass bouncing in a way calculated to excite the boy. She felt his dick stiffening slowly under her influence.
Willie took a bar of soap and began smoothing it over Marilyn's soft warm body. Trickles of water ran off her tits and down her legs into the soft nest of her pussy. She felt the water gently stinging her asscheeks as the spray hit her delicate skin. He rubbed the bar over her jiggling jugs, down the deep crevice between them, over her belly and finally against the bush between her legs. By the time he had finished, he had covered her body with a thick mass of slippery lather. Her cunt looked like a cream pie, the suds peaking here and there in the curly down of her love-hair.
Marilyn stepped out of the water and took the bar from him, soaping him up in much the same way. She was careful not to neglect his bulging balls or the hair on his groin. She laughed when she heaped a small mountain of suds on the end of his hard staff. She soaped up the boy's chest, delighting in the mat of small black curls she found there. They played with each other's bodies carelessly for a while, gently fondling each other, exploring. When their hands found themselves roving over their genitals, their lovemaking became considerably more intense.
Willie hugged the buxom woman to him, her soft breasts mashing up against his hard chest, the wet silken globes sliding over his skin in the slippery suds. He let his hands slide down her creamy thighs and into the frothy mass of white that covered her pussy. His fingers were soon lost in the thick froth and exploring the hidden folds of her cuntlips. He made a fist and began rubbing his knuckles up and down her soapy gash, the steady friction on her clitoris making her legs quake. She responded by grasping the head of his black cock and rubbing her thumb and forefinger over it in a twisting motion.
Marilyn felt the young boy succumbing to the mysterious power of her charm. The beauty of her luscious body seemed to overcome even this boy who seemed to be experienced beyond his sixteen years. Willie felt himself succumbing too. He had grown up fast, as everyone did on the south side of Chicago where he had lived before moving to this somewhat dull but pleasant town. Unlike Jack or Terry, Willie had had experiences with older women. He shouldn't have been so excited and overwhelmed by this older woman's feminine beauty, but there he was, feeling his mind melting and his knees buckling.
He fell to his knees before the woman and buried his face in her hot cunt, mindless of the soap that still covered her sex. He parted her inner lips with his tongue and corkscrewed it inside her. He felt her inner muscles working on his tongue, felt her cunt gushing the hot honey of sex. After a while she held his arms and lifted him to his feet. He felt a bit silly. He had actually been unable to tear himself away from her pussy. His face was covered with soap. She blew the suds from his cheeks and joined him in a deep soul kiss.
His big black dick was butting up against her thighs, banging against her every time they moved. She reached down and took the thick poker in her hand, guiding it to her cuntal opening. It was just the encouragement the boy needed. He moved up against her, easing the staff of his hard sex into her grasping cunt. They moved together into the shower spray, feeling the harsh jets tingling against their skin. They began to move together as in a sensual dance, their bodies rocking gently at first and with an ever-increasing urgency.
Marilyn felt Willie's hands grasping the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks, spreading them and inserting a finger into her asshole. She enjoyed the sensation, felt her asshole flexing against his finger. She had the sudden urge to do the same to him. When she did she felt his plunging cock stiffen and swell to even greater dimensions. She stuck her finger up his ass and poked at him until she felt his cock arch up inside her vaginal channel hard and unyielding. She knew he was cumming.
She felt her pussy preparing to meet him at the heights of an orgasm. Just after he shot his heavy load of sperm into her cunt, she flashed from head to toe. They fell against the tiled wall of the shower and lay panting against each other, their fingers still buried in each other's assholes, Willie's slowly softening cock remaining in her cunt until he backed away from her. When he did, she fell to her knees in front of the handsome black boy and took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking the last drops of his virility from his balls.
They were rudely interrupted in their afterplay when the translucent glass shower door flew open. They were discovered in their lewd stance by the two girls who had been sucking each other's cunts downstairs. They stood admiring Marilyn's sexy body for a while. She could feel their glistening eyes ravishing her body. The two girls were so young and beautiful and her mind was still so strangely influenced by the pot she had smoked earlier that she couldn't help feeling something warm within her as she stood naked before the two pretty young Lesbians. She noticed that the buxom blonde was about to speak. Before she had a chance to say anything, Willie grabbed Marilyn by the arm and led her quickly from the shower. The two girls looked peeved at him for taking Marilyn away from them.
"You haven't smoked grass before, right?" Willie asked as he led her downstairs.
"No I haven't," Marilyn replied. "I might have to make a habit of it."
"Sure, it's great stuff, but you got to be careful at first. You might do something you don't really want to. Like gettin' involved in that girl-girl shit," he said, waving his hand back behind him. "I think you'd better stick with the boys, baby. You got too much to waste."
Willie led her back where he had found her and went on his way, finding new partners for his pleasure. Marilyn relaxed for a few minutes, taking a few more hits of dope from the hukkah until she was high again and ready for more fucking. She didn't have to wait long for her pleasure to come her way. In no time at all she was rolling with two young boys who took her in every way imaginable. As the night passed, she fucked and fucked until she fell asleep in the early morning hours, totally exhausted but overjoyed with the freedom of her new life style.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marilyn stood before her bedroom window wearing only a thin white slip and a warm smile. Her window was open and the lace curtain was tied back. She kept it that way, knowing she was always visible from Terry's bedroom window next door. Her night lamp cast a warm yellow glow behind her, highlighting her golden hair and the delicate contours of her face as she stood in profile. The light filtered through her thin garment, making her the vision of grace and beauty. She ran a comb through her hair carelessly. She could see Terry standing at his window jacking off. She knew he was ogling her luscious body. She also knew that he would much rather drop over for a nice fuck that night than stand there beating off. She supposed that Joan was home and that Terry couldn't find an excuse to get away without seeming to be up to something.
She stood there and let him feast his eyes. She put down her comb and lifted her big breasts, offering them to the night, making herself a vision in whatever masturbation fantasies were flashing through his mind. It had been a week since the party at which Marilyn had offered herself to all the hungry young men who had wanted her. Since then Terry had been fucking her whenever he could get out of the house unnoticed. Tonight she would have to go to bed unfulfilled. It was just as well, she thought. Harold was due to arrive home the next day and, although she had no intention of stopping her sexual activities with the local boys, she knew that she would have to cut down on the frequency of her clandestine meetings.
Realizing that her window was visible only from Terry's bedroom due to the density of the foliage that surrounded the house, she felt free to give him a more complete display of her charms. She lifted her slip over her head and stood before the window in her birthday suit. She struck several sexy poses just for fun, then she dipped her hand between her thighs and caressed her clitoris for a while. She thought that she might just as well make the show more interesting. The idea of masturbating in front of an open window while Terry watched and did the same was exciting to her. By now she didn't care what depraved things she did for her sexual thrills.
Before long the honey from her sweet cunt was running down her legs. She rubbed the sole of her hand over her wet mound. She stroked her creamy thighs with ever-increasing vigor until she was as hot as fire. Her tits heaved. Her delicately blushing stomach quivered. She bent over and gyrated her shoulders, shaking her tits, making them move in circles while she continued to diddle her cunt. She looked up and saw that Terry was standing in the window, still jacking off in a hot frenzy then, much to her surprise, he left the window and his light went off.
She was a bit disappointed. She hadn't seen any cum shoot out the window. Surely he wouldn't turn out the light and jack off in the dark when he knew she would enjoy watching him. Perhaps he was tired. Or perhaps Joan had somehow put a stop to his activity by knocking on his bedroom door for some reason. She had raised herself to such a fever pitch of masturbation that she knew she would have to continue her diddling even without an audience.
She crawled into bed, luxuriating in the feeling of the soft silk sheets. She glanced over at Harold's bed and shuddered. She didn't know whether or not she could stomach him again after his three-week absence. She wished she could make his absence permanent. Perhaps he had met some old pussy at the convention who liked limp pricks. Perhaps he would run away with her and live happily ever after in Muncie, Indiana. She knew she was only dreaming.
Her hand fell to her pussy again and her fingers curled inside her hot box. She rubbed a knuckle against her clit. She pinched it. She tweaked it. She stroked it. She inserted all her fingers between her pussylips and buried most of her hand inside her cunt. She began pulling her hand out and shoving it back in. She even balled her fist inside her accommodating channel and pretended that it was the bulb of Jack's cock.
She flailed her legs, pretending that she was being fucked with a passion by one of the boys. She closed her eyes tightly and imagined Terry's muscular young body poised over her, his dick impaled in her cunt, his face over hers, his teeth clenched in pleasure-pain, guttural sounds escaping from his belly as he fucked her like an animal. The longer she imagined it, the more real it became. She could almost feel his long hard penis reaming her cunt, filling her up with hot boyfuck meat. She could almost feel his hot breath against her eyelids as he gasped and grunted over her. She began to moan and cry the little cries of delight that sexual passion always elicited from her, then the strangest thing happened.
She heard a little cry of delight that was not hers. She thought that she was dreaming until she opened her eyes and stared in the direction of the sound. She was shocked almost into a faint when she saw Joan Davisson leaning up against her dresser near the doorway with a blissful expression on her pretty face. Her hand was up under her dress. Marilyn knew perfectly well what she was doing, even though her hand was hidden beneath her garment. Marilyn grabbed a sheet and drew it up in a flash over her naked body. She wanted to cry but couldn't quite bring herself to do it.
"Oh, don't bother to cover up, Marilyn honey," Joan said, dropping her hand from her cunt. "It's just me, just little Joan, your best friend in all the world, your confidant."
Marilyn noticed immediately that she had been drinking, something she almost never did, except when she was deeply troubled by something. Joan walked slowly over to Marilyn's bed and sat on the edge of it. She smiled weakly and put her hand on Marilyn's arm. Marilyn could see now that she had a hard look in her eye, as if she were angry about something but knew that there was nothing she could do about it. She looked as though she had resigned herself to something unpleasant.
"Don't worry, Marilyn. I'm not going to hurt you. It's only gentle, easy-going Joan, a girl everyone loves, your best friend, everybody's best friend. It's just the mother of the two boys you've been fucking every night for three weeks," Joan said.
Marilyn screamed in agony when she heard Joan's angry words. It was as if a knife had cut into her. She couldn't believe her ears. She had been found out. She thought she was about to die in her bed. She shrank back against the headboard of the bed and screamed again. She was terrified, not of Joan but of the shame that tore at her. How could Joan have found out about her? They had been so careful! How would she react? How could she help hating the woman who had seduced her two young sons?
"Don't be afraid, Marilyn. I'm not mad any more. I'm beyond anger now, dear. You see, I've been giving this little matter a lot of thought. In fact, I haven't been thinking about anything else for a long time," she drawled, the effect of the alcohol clearly audible in her voice.
Marilyn felt her fear lessening. The touch of Joan's hand was comforting, not harsh.
"The fact is, dear, I've come to realize that this whole affair excites me," Joan continued. "Do you understand? I actually find it exciting to know that you've taken advantage of my two poor defenseless boys. I can't blame you a bit, Marilyn. I know how terrible it is to live alone. I know how Harold is. I don't have a man either. I know how sexy my sons are, too. It's even hard for me to live in the same house with them, Marilyn. Especially Jack. You know how sexy he is. That big cock of his drives me crazy, just like it does you. There's a lot you don't know about little Joan. Maybe I'll tell you all about myself some time. Anyway, I forgive you for your transgressions, having committed worse ones myself."
"You find it exciting that I've been...?" Marilyn asked, hardly believing her ears.
"Of course it excites me, Marilyn," Joan whispered. "Don't you understand? Doesn't it excite you whenever you have my sons' dicks in your belly? Doesn't it excite you a little bit more when you remember that those hard dicks belong to your best girl friend? Be honest about it, Marilyn. We're big girls now. Be honest, for Christ's sake!"
"Do you really mean it?" Marilyn asked, unsure of herself. She felt her cunt coming alive again.
"Of course I mean it! You know I never fib. Doesn't it make you hot in the pussy just talking about it?" she asked.
Marilyn had to agree with her. They discussed the situation for a long time, confessing all their secret desires, breaking into tears from time to time. Joan even confessed that she had seduced her son years before, and explained Jack's long absence. She also admitted that, now that he was back in town, she was having hot feelings for him again. By the time Joan's drinks wore off, the two women were closer than they had ever been.
Before long they were more than just friends. In the course of their confessions, they had fondled each other, more in comforting than in exciting, but the longer they touched each other, the more sexually inspired became their explorations. They had both been hot between the legs for a long time. Joan had even watched Marilyn masturbating for a while and had joined her in the activity while she waited for her to discover her presence. Now they felt free to engage in girl-girl sex. The barriers had been torn down.
Before long they were lying in bed together, their hands roving over each other's bodies, exciting each other as only another woman could. Marilyn lay back and let Joan fondle her naked tits, trailing her long fingernails over her globes and gently scratching her nipples. Marilyn helped Joan out of her dress and panties. Marilyn found her naked lithe body everything she had imagined it to be. Joan's tits were smallish and uplifted. Her breasts were pale mounds of soft flesh topped by small cherry-like nipples. Her shoulders were soft and flowing. Her belly was slightly curved, forming two shallow valleys where her thighs met at her pussy.
The two horny women fell together, their hands grasping at each other's cunts.
It was this atmosphere that greeted Terry and Jack when they burst into the room unannounced.
Marilyn and Joan screamed when they saw the two boys standing there in the doorway. They were both as naked as jays, their pricks jutting out from their hairy groins like hot lances ready for battle. Their mouths were wide open as they stared wide-eyed and in shock. The air was electrified. Everyone felt that any movement would bring the world crashing down around them. Then Joan and Marilyn broke into shocked laughter. It was so ridiculously shocking that there was nothing they could do but laugh. Everything was turned upside down. Everyone was suddenly thrown into a whirlpool of lust and taboo sensation.
Joan beckoned for the boys to approach the bed. They didn't believe their eyes. They suddenly felt like little children, completely lost and unable to think for themselves. There they were, the woman they had been fucking and their beautiful mother, lying in the same bed, obviously interrupted in what had to be frenzied lovemaking. Their mother was brazenly beckoning them, asking them to join the fuck fun. It was too much to believe. They stood rooted to the spot for a while, unable to break the spell of their amazement.
Jack was the first to make a move. The sight of his mother's pale pink body so lewdly displayed on the silk sheets was too much for him to resist. He remembered the wild night when she had seduced him years before, remembered the unutterable pleasure of their honey-fuck. His cock snapped to attention and bobbed up and down in front of him as he walked cautiously toward the bed.
Terry was much more afraid than his brother. He fully realized how beautiful his mother was, but he had never considered really having sex with her. This was just too much. He looked on the scene with shock and disbelief. He searched the women's faces for some explanation. They offered none, and yet they still beckoned him. He couldn't resist. He swallowed hard and walked toward them, standing beside his brother, his dick as hard as a rock.
He and Jack had wanted desperately to have a go at Marilyn's cunt that night. They hadn't been able to get out of the house without seeming suspicious. Terry had watched Marilyn in her display at the window until Jack knocked on the door. He had turned out the light, thinking that it was his mother. Jack had told him that she had left the house all of a sudden. They both assumed that she would be gone for a while and welcomed the chance to drop by Marilyn's place for a quick fuck. They had no idea that Joan had dropped by Marilyn's too, for much the same reason.
Marilyn had never been so excited in her life. Never had she felt so lascivious. It was the height of depravity. Joan was about to share with her an experience of brazen incest, the most taboo of all sex acts. She was about to let her sons fuck her, and she was about to let Marilyn share eagerly in the dirty fun. Unable to control herself, she reached out to touch the cocks that stuck out over the bed. She felt the heads of both cocks drum tight and glistening. She touched her fingers to Jack's big hard derrick and transferred the salty pre-seminal fluid that she gathered there to his mother's lips. Joan licked her lips and reached out to sample some of that cock for herself.
Jack almost collapsed when he felt his mother's soft hand on the hard head of his dick. Terry almost lost his balance too when he saw his mother fondling his brother's dick and balls. It was much worse for him when she reached over and grabbed his cock with her other hand. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was so dirty, so depraved, so inexpressibly enjoyable that he almost shot off as soon as he felt her hand.
Marilyn ducked her pretty head between Joan's legs and nibbled at her cunt flesh for a while. She wanted her to have a chance at her boys before she joined in with them. She had never before tasted a woman's pussy. Only a few minutes earlier she had considered such things beneath her, now she realized that nothing was tastier than a pussy. Now she knew why men liked to eat her cunt out so much. She thrust her tongue into her girl friend's pussy and reamed it with delicacy. She tickled her clitoris until Joan whimpered with pleasure.
The boys crawled into bed, still held fast in the hands of their mother. They positioned themselves over her, Jack's cock between her legs and Terry's over her face. Marilyn helped by guiding Jack's dick into his mother's dripping cunt. She slid under him when he finally forced the thing into Joan and began licking and pulling at his big, pendulous nuts. Joan wrapped her lips around Terry's swollen dick and gave him the thrill of his life. The four fuckers rolled about on the big bed, trying to hold their positions with varying degrees of success.
Before long the boys had delivered healthy discharges of sperm into their mother. Marilyn licked the dribbling spunk from her cunt while Jack began to explore his mother's body with his lips. Terry's nervous, jerking dick erupted into his mother's mouth. She rubbed the sperm that dribbled out over her cheeks and into her skin like cold cream. The boys were so horny that even an ejaculation did not diminish the tension in their balls. They hardened up immediately and put it to Marilyn, fucking her as if for the first time.
Both women flashed into orgasms again and again that night. They used all their collective tricks to keep the boys' cocks up. The four refused to rest until they were totally exhausted and unable to move a muscle. When they were nearly fucked to death, they lay together and discussed their strange but happy situation. It was decided that they should endeavor to keep up their new relationship. Everyone knew how nasty it all was, but they didn't care at that point. All they cared about was the pleasure they could derive from the arrangement. They agreed to keep their little group a secret, at least from anyone who might find it disagreeable. Marilyn would definitely have to keep it from Harold. Perhaps she could even bear living with him under the new arrangement.
When Harold finally did arrive home the next afternoon, he found Marilyn ready to greet him at the door.
