Rape is a terrible thing, frightening in its implications, for there is almost no defense against the lust-driven uncontrollable mind that finds its outlet for sexual tension in an attack on the most helpless. Think of how many victims of rape are old women, even in extreme old age, or young girls, scarcely more than infants and certainly not mature enough to understand what is happening to them, or to appreciate the sensual sensations of coitus as would an adult.
Cindy Locke is the victim of just such a rape, attacked at the age when she is just considering the future of marriage, just beginning to look at men as prospective partners in life. Only eighteen when assaulted by a gang of young toughs, most of them barely within puberty, yet mature enough sexually to force their demands on her, to plant their seed within her womb where it will blossom and grow into a living person, Cindy is forced to change her entire way of thinking. No longer does she think of marriage, for men have become something vile-and sex is something shameful, a product of the darker parts of the mind, not to be engaged in much less enjoyed.
But the body is not the mind: it does not think, cannot respond except in the way that our glands dictate. They continue to function, producing necessary secretions; if unbalanced, we become ill. And our glands also control our sexual urges, producing the desire that is intended to assure a continuation of the race. Desire can be sublimated by concentration, but chastity is a difficult goal to achieve, much less maintain.
For many years Cindy does remain chaste, but there is a limit to what her body can accept. In time she is tormented by dreams and waking fantasies of a sexual nature-but she has turned away from adult men. She finds her dream world release in the memory of the boys who assaulted her that long-ago night, in the boys who surround her in her job as a junior high school librarian. At this time all of her love has been saved for her son, Larry-raised for her by her sister, who has two boys of her own. Cindy visits Larry at every opportunity, giving him all that she denies others ... until the moment that her body finally rebels, demands that she give it the release she needs.
She must turn to the first release available ... a young boy. And her experience with him drives her farther down the path of sexual experimentation, seeking all that she has denied herself over the years-finding it at last in the presence of her son!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The sound of a zipper pulled down brought Cindy Locke out of the light doze that had captured her. Pieces of straw were poking into her body in various places, but the bed she had fluffed out was one of the most comfortable she had ever remembered; she moaned lightly, rubbing her hand between her crotch to ease the pressure of her tight jeans between her legs.
Then there was a giggle, and a girl's voice said, "Take it easy, Guy! Hey, not so fast!"
Cindy blinked, and looked at her watch: four-thirty in the afternoon. The late afternoon sun slanted down through the single high window of the hayloft, warming her deliciously even though it was still only mid-April.
"Come on, Amy-help me out!" It was the voice of a young boy. "Christ, you're tighter than a new drum. Open up, damnit!"
"Like that, Guy? Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yeah, that's it! Get your ass up and keep your legs wide open so I can come in."
There was another giggle, and now the last vestiges of sleep were chased from Cindy's brain. She sat up, looking up at the curve of the old hay that was between her and the giggles; now she pulled herself up quietly, until she was peering over the top of the ridge.
"Push back, Amy. Yeah, that's the way! Ohhhhh, Christ, but you're tight-yeah! Squeeze me hard, work your muscles on me! Jesus!"
"I don't think I'm cherry, Guy-I've had a candle almost all the way inside. When you're cherry, you're supposed to have some skin there to stop it, aren't you?"
"Yeah, don't worry, Hey, you are deep! I'm all the way in you, Amy! Can you feel me in there?"
"Sure! There, what does that feel like?"
"Beautiful! Do it ... yeahhhhh! Do it again!"
Cindy stared down into the nest that had been burrowed deep into the hay, a warm enclosure that was six or seven feet long and almost that wide. The hay had been stacked high about it, and now she saw one of Ellie's boys on top of a ginger-haired girl. She recognized thirteen-year-old Guy by the color of his red hair and the freckles sprinkled across his shoulders-for she had never before seen his naked ass. It was astonishingly white in comparison with the color of the rest of his body, two egg-shaped mounds that wiggled around now as he seated himself more firmly between the girl's legs.
Cindy swallowed, feeling the sudden ache returning to her own crotch. She reached down to pull the fabric from her mound-knowing that she was already wet with passion, and hating herself, her body, for so quickly answering the call of lust. She knew that she should say something, stop Guy and the girl from what they were doing-but she could only lay there and watch, wishing that it were she on the bottom!
"Are you cumming yet, Guy?"
"No, silly-I gotta fuck you first! This is just getting ready to fuck."
"Oh. Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing, now!"
And he proved the point by pulling out until his cock was almost free of her-then plunging all the way home. He repeated the move, Amy suddenly gasping, the boy supporting his weight over her on his stiff arms. Now Amy's face appeared from beneath his, her eyes tight shut and face contorted with concentration, and Cindy could see that she was almost as freckled as Guy although a paler blonde than Cindy's own wheat-colored shock. The girl's hands were above her head, squeezed into fists, quivering as the boy made several more strokes into her in ragged fashion. Then he found the rhythm, and began to ride her in a long smooth sliding that carried them together, his ass bobbing deliciously so close to Cindy's eyes yet so terribly far away.
"Ohhhh, Guy!" Amy gasped, and brought her arms around him as he fucked into her now, holding on as tight as she could, forced back and forth by the rhythm of his stroking hips, her ass sliding in a six inch circle in the exact center of the nest.
"This is it, Amy!" the boy said, forcing his words between quick gasps for breath. "This is fucking! Are you satisfied?"
Now Cindy could clearly hear the soft whack as their bellies met, already wet with their sweat and the first juices of their fucking-and she could stand it no longer. Hating herself, hating the children below her for bringing her to such a terrible act, she was working her zipper down in her jeans, forcing the fabric down far enough on her hips until she could probe at the steaming passage of her cunt with her two fingers. She reached inside of herself, grabbing at her clit-and was melted by the sudden explosion of pleasure. Her own gasp broke from her lips, heedless of the noise she was making, unable to restrain herself. Only their own wild passion ride stopped the children below from hearing her.
Cindy's eyes rolled in her head and her face was contorted into a wild grimace as she worked her fingers within her passage-and very quickly felt the flooding of her life juices. She wanted to cry out, relieved at the quick achievement of her climax, breath panting in and out of her heaving chest now as her fingers came free. She was completely wet between her legs, and she knew that she had flooded her jeans as well, but now she was rolling over again, working up to where she could see down into the nest again, see the boy's ass plunging wildly as he rode deep into the girl.
"Oh, Guy!" Amy was crying now with the pleasure that shot through her body. "Please-I can't stand it! I can't take any more-stop! Stop-nooooo! No, don't stop! Do it to me! Do itttttt!"
"Yeah!" The boy had never experienced such a tightness in his ass as he rode into her cunt. "Yeah, Amy-I'm cumming! I'm cumminnnnnnnggggggggggg! Shit! Sweet Shit! I'm shooting! Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhh! Help me! Help meeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The children reached the peak together, exploded together as the woman above them looked down with jealous eyes, envious of their pleasure, hating them for being together, for sharing each other and knowing each other. Guy rode into Amy, his hands moving across the tiny swell of her just-budding breasts, his ass working even as his cock pumped the last of his white life into her ravished cunt. The boy felt her pubescent boniness against his own, staring down into Amy's face as their bodies worked together, milking each other of the precious force of love and life, until at last he could drive no farther, sustain the pace no longer. He collapsed across her then, his boycock still stiff within her cunt, all energy drained from his system, unable to remove his weight even when she complained beneath him until they rolled together. Then he was able to slide off her the rest of the way, his cock coming at last from her cunt, reddened beyond its normal dark flesh tones.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The girl's hand rested across her forehead, while the fingers of her other hand slid down her front to touch the ravished place between her legs. Guy was on his back, too, his cock flopping limply across his thigh; both of them had their eyes closed, or they would have seen the woman above them. Cindy stared, seeing the tiny push of Amy's tits as they started their growth out from her chest, the little nipples sharp-defined in their erection-and seeing more, as she let her eyes slide to the boy, down to the slender rod of his cock.
She swallowed, and let her hand slide down to her crotch again, pushing through the still.-open zipper until she was touching her wet bush. She could see that the girl had almost no hair there, and even Guy had only a light sprinkling of red that was invisible from this point; Cindy thought that his cock was naked.
Christ forgive me! She swallowed again, wishing that she were far away from this place-almost wishing that she were back in the city, even though she had fled that yesterday. Only twenty-four hours ago Cindy Locke had been glad to be at last behind the wheel of her car, running away from the school where she was librarian-running from what Jack Grenwal had done to her. The junior high school was a den of illicit sex, perverted morality-at least to her way of thinking. The "Iron Cunt" they called her-she knew the names the children pinned on her, had always known them. But why shouldn't she be a virgin? Not unfucked perhaps, but a virgin in intent-and that was enough, wasn't it? The only cocks to enter her passage had forced their way in, overpowering her despite her own intentions.
So why was she longing so much for the boy below her-for any boy? Why did she want to rip away their clothing, stare at their naked bodies? The horrible thoughts tormented her constantly, would give her no peace; there was no place in the world where she could find peace!
"Ohhhhh! Take it easy, Amy-that hurts!"
Cindy turned over and crept again to the lip of the hayridge, staring down to see that the girl was fondling the boy's cock, working the foreskin back over the head. Amy seemed fascinated by the very shape of the boy. Now she was getting up on her knees to bend over him, beginning a slow masturbation as the cock stiffened between her fingers.
"Easy!" Guy gasped, and tried to grab her hand. "Jesus, you're gonna break it off!"
She giggled, and bent suddenly to kiss the head of his cock, pressing her lips against his wetness. The boy was up on his elbows now, staring down at her.
"Hey! You gonna suck me?"
"What's that?" she asked, settling back on her heels. Her fingers went between her legs, to tease at the opening of her twat.
"What you were just doing-only you take it all the way into your mouth."
"Naw, I don't think so. It sounds icky."
"Did it taste bad?"
"No," she admitted, shrugging. "Gooey, kinda."
"Well, it won't hurt you then. Come on, Amy-please!"
"What will you do for me back?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me again."
"Sure-after you suck me. And I get hard again."
Amy tilted her head to stare at him. "Will you suck me, too?"
"Sure-how do you want me to do it?"
"I don't know-you're the great expert. You're supposed to be teaching me all about sex, and fucking, and all that good stuff."
"It is good stuff, isn't it?"
"So far," she admitted.
"Okay-you get up over me, kneel over my head. Not that way, dummy-the other way! Get down to where I can lick at your pussy, and you can lie down on me and suck on my cock."
The children arranged themselves, the boy's hands going up to tug at Amy's hips, pulling her down to where his tongue could taste the swell of her mound, probing inside to lick away the vestiges of their passion. He wrapped his arms around her ass, and now her knees were slipping out from beneath her, the girl lying completely across his body, her own mouth going again to his cock while her fingers teased at the tiny tight shape of his balls. She worked the foreskin back with her lips, and sucked hard on the head of his cock, and Guy gasped beneath her. Then he was driving his tongue all the way into her passage, until the roots of it ached, discovering finally the tiny shape of her clit, sucking that first into his mouth, and then between his teeth.
Cindy could stand no more; she rolled away from the lip of the nest, determined to get out of here now. She had to escape, had to get someplace where she would not hear them, know what they were doing. She sat up ... and suddenly the hay was shifting beneath her, undermined by the digging that had built the nest. She tried to scramble to her feet, pull away from the direction of the slide, but it was too late: the hay shifted again, and suddenly slid out from beneath her, carrying her a moment later and dumping her on the edge of the nest. A second later she was tumbling in on top of the children, hay falling around her, although the brunt of the slide was carried to the other side of the nest.
"Hey! What the FUCK!"
The boy was fighting up against the sudden weight of the hay, Amy rolling loose from him, frightened-and then he was hit with the weight of Cindy, her jeans worked just far enough down from her hips that her cunt suddenly landed in the boy's face. He gasped, feeling the hair strike across his nose, choking at the sudden strong cunt smell, face soaked by the juices that were forced from her twat by the shock of landing on him. She felt his mouth open wide, felt his teeth pressing against the soft walls of her cunt, his tongue licking wildly as he tried to force himself free.
"What's happening?" cried Amy. The girl was forced from the boy by the shock of Cindy's landing, thrown into the corner of the nest; now she was struggling out, the hay filling her legs, poking into her cunt.
"Yeah!" said Guy. Now he was breaking free, sitting up, pushing the hay away from his head-and seeing the woman who had landed in their midst.
"Holy Christ! Aunt Cindy!"
Guy struggled to his feet, pushing wildly through the hay-and stopped, looking down at the woman, seeing for the first time her bare hips, recognizing the cunt that had just been in his face. Amy was close to hysteria, but now he put out his hand to her.
"Shhhh! Take it easy, Amy-it's going to be all right."
Cindy moaned, the breath knocked from her by the force of her landing. She brought up a hand to brush hay from her face-and realized that she was looking up at a boycock. Guy was standing directly over her now, and she was seeing the shape of his balls, the underside of his shaft which was just beginning to show the veining of manhood in its erect state. And it was standing tall now, poking out proudly above her.
"What...?" She shook her head. "What happened?"
"Don't you know?" asked the boy.
Their eyes met, and in him Cindy saw that he was aware of her inner desires. Her hand suddenly reached to her hip, finding the gap of her clothing, feeling now the straw that was working into her naked flesh.
"I guess neither one of us want Ma to find out about this," the boy said. "I know I don't-how about you Aunt Cindy?"
"What is it?" Amy demanded. "What's happening, Guy?"
"Be quiet!" he ordered, holding up his hand. "Aunt Cindy and I gotta talk some business. Well? How about it? A pact of silence?"
Cindy struggled into a sitting position, and tried to stand, but her leg sunk into the loose hay beneath her. She floundered for a minute, and at last managed to pull her jeans up into proper position. But before she could snap then shut the boy's hand shot out to grab her wrist, stopping her.
"Well?" he demanded again.
"Well, what?" she countered.
"How much did you see? Everything?"
"Enough," she admitted.
"Enough to get horny yourself," he stated.
"Come on, Aunt Cindy-say you'll keep quiet about this?"
"And if I do?"
It was the boy's turn to study her, to stare down at her, troubled although he would not admit it. Suddenly he was no longer sure that he held the upper hand in the situation.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Are you bribing me, Guy?"
"Yeah-if I can. Come on, Aunt Cindy-what do you want?"
She smiled, and lay back against the hay, looking up at him. His cock had started to soften, was drooping now-but not so far that it couldn't be restored to instant action. Her eyes passed over his body, seeing the youthful swell of his buttocks where all of the baby boy fat was not yet melted into the rangy frame of puberty, even though the change had almost completely captured him. Now she saw his red curls that extended into his cock area, almost a golden color similar to her own in their sparseness. She sighed, the movement raising her tits, and put her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans.
"I want you," she said....
And even as the words came from her lips, she felt that she was in a dream. This didn't really happen-a thirty-two-year-old woman didn't dream of boycock while denying herself the reality of sex, only to have the dream come true. She knew that any minute she would wake up, probably find herself back in the cramped apartment in the city, getting ready for this last day before Easter vacation.
Guy looked at Amy, grinning embarrassedly, his hands suddenly seeming like great weights as they hung by his side. The girl stared at the woman, then slowly lifted her eyes to him.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"What she wants," the boy said. "She wants to fuck me."
He dropped to his knees, hands going out to tug the jeans down from her hips. For a moment he stared at the swell of her tits, but he did not dare reach out to lift away the sweater that covered him. He contented himself with lifting the jeans off her feet, placing them well away. He looked at Amy again.
"You wanted an education," he said. "This is your chance. This is what you'll be like when you're all grown up."
The girl moved toward them, staring between Cindy's legs, but the woman didn't mind-why should she mind what happened in a dream? This wasn't real; Guy wasn't really coming over her now, raising himself above her, his cock standing out its full length and pointing straight at her cunt. Now he lowered himself, and she felt his flesh touching her belly, felt the shape of his cock between her legs-and suddenly she knew that this was not a dream. It was really happening, she was taking her sister's son into her cunt, accepting him between her legs. Her long years of refusing sex with men meant nothing, for she was being taken of her own free will!
She gasped, and started to raise her knees-but the boy was against her now, and entering her on the lubrication of her own fluids. His cock probed between the passages of her cunt, pointing upward until it came up against the tiny arrow of her clit and stopped, the two erections pressing against each other. But his was the superior in weight and in force; Cindy's tiny flesh bent before him, his cock sliding by and into her belly, the touch of him against her firing her entire system.
He was in her now, although not so deep as to probe against her womb. But she felt the shape of his flesh, slender yet throbbing with the heat of his increasing excitement, and her hands went around his naked back, pulling him down against her bound tits, wishing that she could feel him completely with her own nakedness. There was no strain as his cock moved into her cunt, sliding freely until the outer lips had completely swallowed it and were reaching out for the shape of his balls as well.
"Ohhhhh!" She could not help herself-this was completely wrong, but she was a slave to her own desires, her own passions. Her ass quivered as the muscles of her cunt worked against his cock, drawing down on him, masturbating him in a gentle rippling movement that made the boy gasp in return.
Now he was beginning to move, unable to hold back any longer, his ass moving back just far enough to let him throw himself forward again. But there was no more force behind his fucking that he found necessary to keep the movement going, for he was afraid of her, afraid to attack her with the same power that he had used over Amy. Cindy's cunt reached for him, wanting to feel the violence of his ride, but he was so gentle that at last she was forced to take control of the act, forced to begin moving beneath him, riding back and forth under him until at last he was fired with the energy of her fucking, moving faster himself, at last throwing his ass against her, trying to make her feel him as deep as he could.
Cindy gasped, feeling the explosion that started from her belly and spread out over her whole system, then expanded out to take in the boy flesh, the whole world. She knew that this was wrong, that it was a terrible sin, that she had come here to escape just these thoughts; the city was the place of lust that she wanted to forget, leave behind. But she was with the boy now, and he was every boy she had ever dreamed of, every young cock she had ever imagined-even if she had not been forced into this fucking, was not being violated. She wrapped her arms tight about him, remembering how it had been just yesterday....
And then cried out with her passion. "I'm cumming! Fuck me, Guy-I'm cumminnnngggggggg!"
"Yeah!" he gasped. "I'll do it-yeaaaahhhhhhh! Oh, Christ my balls are melting! I'm cumminnnnnggggggggggg! Agggggghhhhhhhh!"
CHAPTER TWO
The boy stood against the single light that flooded into the teachers' lounge, grinning. His thumbs were hooked into the top of his pants, the fingers dangerously close to the exposed tab of the zipper. The thread was gone that held the fly over the zipper, and now the metal teeth gleamed like a row of grinning skull teeth in the light reflected back from the mirror.
Then he came farther into the room, and his features were lost in darkness-but Cindy Locke knew that the grin was still there. She pressed back into the plastic upholstery of the couch, hoping frantically that someone would come in, find them. But by now the school would be empty of everyone-even the custodians must be gone. She would not be here herself if she had not felt ill just before her last class, and come in here to lay down. And now the boy had her trapped.
"Well, now, fellas," he said, in an insolent drawl. "What the fuck do you suppose we got us here? Why, I do believe it is none other than Miss Chastity Belt of 1880! And she is all by her alone-self. What are you looking for, Miss Frigid Cunt-a hero to come riding in on a white charger? Didn't anybody tell you that the day of the hero is gone? Any cock ridin' this territory is huntin' the same thing I'm after-and which I just found me a nice juicy patch of!"
"Please!" Cindy shook her head. "Please leave me alone! I won't say anything-I won't get you in trouble. Just ... go away. Get out of here now!"
"Shit, ma'am, I couldn't rightly do that. Y'see, I got me a horny ol' cock pushin' against my jeans, and it just naturally figures it smells cunt. And when my cock smells that stuff, why it gets so terrible hard and hot that nothin' will do but to dip it inside the cunt. That pretty near always smothers the fire-for a while."
Suddenly he unzipped his pants, the top button flying open to let them sag down, revealing that he was telling the truth. His cock popped up, unbelievably big and hard; Cindy had never seen its like before. Her tongue moistened her lips briefly as she stared at the thing, fascinated despite herself.
"Go on," said the boy. "You can touch it-it won't bite. It might stretch you a mite when it rides into your cunt, but that's nothin' so terrible. A good cock-stretchin' is just what a cunt needs to loosen it up, let the juices start flowin'. Except that I see your juices are already flowin'."
Suddenly he was reaching down to grab her crotch, hands feeling her flooding moisture through the fabric of her skirt and her panties. His weight was against her now, his cock burning hot against her leg as he pushed her flat, forced her to lay on her back, his knee spreading her thighs. Cindy gasped, and tried to fight him off, but he caught her wrists, pinning them over her head and holding them in one hand as he fumbled to get her panties down. Finally he just ripped the fabric, tearing them completely off one leg. Then the freed hand went to her tits, fondling them gently as he nuzzled down against her.
"Get ready for it, honey-"
"What's going on here? What is this?"
The boy cursed, leaping back from her, his tight pants staying up on his thighs even though they flopped completely open. Cindy looked to the door, to see Jack Grenwal standing there-all of the teachers hadn't gone home after all!
"Jack! Thank God!"
"I asked a question," he said, coming into the room. He was even taller and broader than the boy, his boyish hair tumbled in loose curls about his head. He must have come from the gym, for he wore only a tight-strained T-shirt and a pair of white shorts that strained at the buttons that held them together. Cindy glanced down-and saw to her horror that Jack's cock was out-lined heavily within the leg of his shorts, and even protruded a fraction of an inch below the leg band.
"Nothin's happened," the boy said, surly, his cock still standing strong and tall despite the confrontation with the adult. He made no effort to adjust his clothes, and now Cindy stared from one to the other.
"But something was about to happen," said Jack, looking at the boy's cock, and then at Cindy's disarray. "It looks like you were about to feed about seven inches of that thing to Miss Locke."
"So what if I was? She's a cunt, isn't she? What else are cunts for, if not to fuck?"
"A nice philosophy of life," said Jack. "What do you say to that, Cindy? Do you think a woman is made for something more than simple fucking?"
His cock was growing harder, and now was definitely sticking out the bottom of his pants, the band of the leg riding up over the exposed head. He reached down to adjust it, Cindy and the boy both watching him, but neither of them said anything.
"Well?" he asked. "I'm waiting for an answer, Cindy?"
Now she knew that she was really trapped in a nightmare, that there was no escape. Jack moved a step closer to her, and now he was emulating the boy in unsnapping the top button of his shorts. The others seemed to pop open of their own accord, the force of the man's physical excitement transmitted through his groin until it seemed that the cock was going to tear its way up through his pants.
And now he was easing them down his leg, lifting his cock loose of the binding, holding it a moment, his thumb rubbing against the glans and spreading the first drop of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from the pencil-sized hole there. He licked his lips as he kicked out of the shorts, standing naked except for his T-shirt. Even his shoes had disappeared someplace, although Cindy did not see him take them off. A strange light burned in his eyes as he scratched his balls, then rubbed his cock down again.
"Are the boys right in what they say about you, Cindy-are you really the great unfucked virgin? If so, I think it's time you were introduced to the joys of fucking. And I pride myself that I am tops in my field, when it comes to a practical demonstration of fucking."
"Hey, Mr. Grenwal!" protested the boy.
"C'mon, man-I was here first! I was almost into her-she's my meat, man!"
He looked at the boy, as though he had forgotten his presence; then glanced down at the competitor cock. Cindy could only stare in horror at the two of them standing together, the giant cocks almost a match for each other, knowing that she was going to be fucked by both of them. And now the boy was slipping his jeans down from his hips and stepping out of them, the weight of his cock swinging free over the massive balls. Jack Grenwal might outstretch him in length of cock by half an inch, but the boy's balls hung that much lower than the man's, a great weight in their sac that was sparsely covered with hair, while the man's seemed almost bound up in tight dark wiry curls.
"Shit!" the boy said. "Give me a break, Mr. Grenwal!"
"Have you ever taken a cherry?" asked Jack.
"Sure-lots of times! I popped half the cherries squeezin' cock around this school."
"Okay-take her then. But don't tear her up so bad that she bleeds all over the place. I don't like my cunts screaming when I go in."
"A piece of cake, man."
Now the boy was standing over her again, Cindy unable to do anything to defend herself. Her eyes closed as he lowered his weight onto her, feeling the cock burning again, the boy's whole flesh fever-hot with his burning desire. He lay on her a moment, touching her nipple with the very tip of his tongue, and to her embarrassment Cindy knew that it was standing erect. She felt a small jab of fire run into her chest as he touched the button-and then there was an explosion of pure pleasure as his other finger probed inside her cunt, rubbing against the infinitely more potent magic of her clit. She gasped despite herself, and drew up her legs, opening herself that much wider for his first penetration....
"Hey, are you okay, Miss Locke?"
Cindy's eyes flew open, and she straightened, to see the girl standing on the other side of her desk. A pile of books were waiting to be checked out. Embarrassed, Cindy had to rub the pain from the back of her neck.
"A crick in my neck," she said, and the girl nodded.
"Yeah, sure, Miss Locke. You okay now?"
"Yes, thank you-Mary-Ellen, isn't it? Yes. Are you taking all of these books home for Easter vacation, Mary-Ellen?"
She looked straight into the girl's eyes, wondering if Mary-Ellen knew that the formidable Miss Locke's panties were even now soaked with the orgasm that had come over her just from day-dreaming. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw that the boy who had inspired that particular erotic fantasy was still lounging in a chair, one leg thrown over the arm to reveal the shape of his cock out-lined within his tight jeans. He seemed unaware of the display he made of himself-and in truth, he was by no means so big nor so long as she had imagined him there. Unless that wasn't a hard-on bulging his pants-if that was his cock in its soft state, tumescence still to come, then he must be a giant indeed among men....
Cindy caught herself, forced her thoughts back to the task before her. The girl was staring at her, aware that the teacher's attention was wandering, but did she guess what it was that Cindy was thinking about, why her head had been tilted back that way?
"Yeah," the girl was saying now. "I read a lot at home-vacation is a drag anyway, just a bunch of oversexed boys hanging around all the time." With that, she grabbed her books and was off-leaving Cindy with the realization that the girl knew exactly what had been happening, and what the score really was.
She flushed, and was tempted to call her back, dress her down-explain that she did not consciously desire those horrible dreams. But it was a fact that you could not control the urgings of your body. Sex was a natural thing, and the glands functioned in a certain way under certain stimuli. Cindy's triumph over her body was in not giving in to those urges except in her dream fantasies-she did not let herself think about such matters in conscious moments, and so she could not be held responsible for what her unconscious did.
She did not admit that her thoughts of no more than a minute ago had been in that same direction.
The bell signaling end of the period suddenly chimed, and there was an explosion of boys and girls suddenly coming out of their chairs and couches, hurrying now that the day was at an end, spurred by the knowledge that they would not have to return to the hallowed halls of Alferd Packer Junior High School until a week from the following Monday. It was as though the gates of San Quentin and Folsom Prisons had been thrown open, all of the inmates informed that they could have their freedom if they were outside the walls within sixty seconds.
The boy who had attracted her attention was in no hurry, though. He finished reading his article in the magazine and unfolded himself from the chair, carrying the magazine back to the rack. Then he came toward her, and for a moment Cindy thought that he was going to stop-and then he was by her desk, heading for the door.
"Thomas...."
He stopped, turned. "Yes, Miss Locke?"
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Never mind."
He shrugged at the unexplainable activity of teachers as a class and continued on out of the library, while Cindy held her right fist within the fingers of her other hand to still the quivering of her nerves. She had actually been planning to speak to the boy, to ask him to stay on awhile ... for no good reason other than a desire that was burning within her body!
Her face ashen, she fumbled in the bottom drawer of her desk for her purse, coming up with the bottle of mild tranquilizers that Dr. Zeidman had prescribed last summer. Cindy had not confessed the darkest thoughts that plagued her, but the doctor was wise in his own business.
"You're thirty-two, Miss Locke, and afraid of men. It is obvious that you need extended analysis if you are to discover the root of your problem and overcome it."
Cindy didn't need any such discovery-she knew what her problem was, when it had started. She was eighteen and even then known as the iron cunt of her home town-but that was because she was honestly saving herself for the man who would offer her marriage. She was not afraid of men ... then.
It happened at just this time of year, in mid-April, when she was coming home from the movies. Why she ever entered the park she could not now explain-her thoughts must have been far away from what she was doing when her feet automatically led her into the familiar byway. And she was halfway through the park before there was an intimation of danger.
Suddenly the boys were all around her, four, five, six of them. She stopped, frightened for the first time as they formed a circle about her, still loose; the closest of them a dozen feet away.
"Hey, pretty lady!" He wasn't the oldest, but he seemed to be the ringleader. The other boys laughed. "What you doin' in the park at this time of night? Don' you know this is a bad place to be?"
"I ... I'm sorry," said Cindy. "I didn't know. I won't come here again-"
She tried to push past, but the boy held up his hand, and suddenly the circle was much tighter.
"Hey, don' go! We're jus' gettin' friendly."
She stared at them in turn, turning slowly around. The oldest was perhaps fifteen, the ringleader no more than thirteen, the youngest only ten or eleven-but these were not children. She knew suddenly that they were vicious animals, something apart form the human race.
"Please!" she said, anxious. "What do you want?"
The ringleader laughed then, and the others saw the humor of the joke. He moved one step closer to her now-close enough to reach out with his finger and touch her breast. Except that the cold steel suddenly growing from his fist was not his finger, even though the point found the nipple of her left tit, pressing gently.
"We're good kids, lady. We don' mean no harm. We like you, don' you know that?"
"Certainly!" She gasped as the boy's knife suddenly moved to her arm, slicing up through the sleeve of her blouse to leave the fabric dangling loose over her tits. He repeated the move on the other side, then brought the knife down through the valley of her tits, cutting the fabric of the blouse completely away. Then his other hand was tugging away the material.
"Are them real, lady?" He touched each one in turn with the point of the knife, and Cindy gasped again, suddenly aware of the night chill.
"Yes! They're real!"
He made a small motion with his hand, and suddenly they were all over her, tearing away her clothes, bearing her into the bushes and down on the ground. She felt the cold grass beneath her, and then the ringleader was stripping off his clothes before her. Under his light jacket was only a T-shirt, and under his trousers was nothing. T-shirt went, too, and then he was lowering himself between her legs, his six inch cock lean as it probed against the outer lips of her cunt.
He pushed against her, and found that she was dry. He cursed, and spit on his hand, reaching down to moisten the head of his cock.
"Shit, are you cherry?" he demanded.
"Ye-yes!" she said. "Please-don't!"
"Shut up!', the boy said roughly, pushing against her face with the heel of his hand. "You come into our territory, lady, you pay the price, you gotta fuck us all!"
"No!" Cindy knew she was whimpering, and felt ashamed. But she didn't know how else to act before them. She wanted to scream, but the boy had given his knife to one of the others, and now he was squatting right beside her head, holding the knife loosely as he watched his leader prepare to penetrate Cindy's cunt.
"Christ, you're tight!" the boy protested. "Shocky, you ain't even gonna get in this one."
"Shit, I'll make it, Pablito. I ain't never seen the cunt I couldn't get into."
Cindy could not tell which of the others responded in that way, although another boy was already loosening his buttons and unzipping his trousers, ready to strip for action as soon as the boy between her legs was up. And now Pablito was pressing the slender head of his cock into her channel, riding in a few inches under the force of his pressure. He stopped, drawing back again-then threw himself into her, until he came up dead against her wall.
"Christ, she is cherry!" he complained.
"Want me to pop her, Pablito?" asked another.
"Shit, no. I can get through her if you bastards can. There's none of you can out fuck me. I'm the king, an' don' you forget it!"
He was resting within her now, his hands touching her sides, fingers pressing lightly on her ribcage. Now he made several tentative forward probes with the head of his cock, and then his ass drew back until the glans was barely within the channel, and he threw all of his weight against her as he rode down again. This time the head of his cock reached the barrier and pressed forward, ripping through, the pain exploding across her entire being, burning through her eyes. She would have screamed then, but one of the boys was on his knees and clasping his hands over her mouth just as she drew in the necessary air.
Her breathing cut off completely, her blood pounded through her temples, eyes aching with the strain and pain running through her head. Then the boy was spreading his fingers to let her breath hiss out between them, and she sighed until there was nothing left in her lungs. But the pressure was gone from her head-and now she realized that the pain was gone from her assaulted vagina. She felt only the full length of Pablito's cock within her, a gentle throbbing that was hot, yet very pleasant.
"Ohhhhh!" The sigh of contentment escaped despite her intentions. Her hands moved to the boy's back, moving across him gently as he began to stroke into her, riding her in an easy manner that recognized the need for gentleness. And her body responded to him as the boy's face rested between her breasts, Cindy's eyes closing as he threw his cock all of the way into her now, riding still easy but withdrawing until he was almost out of her before throwing back down into the heavenly ride that was nothing at all like the relief Cindy had known from her fingers, from the fingers of the three or four girls she had played with in the years since she broke into womanhood. The boy on her now was at least five years younger than she, but he moved with the experience of all the ages as he fucked into her, fucked against her, fucked with her.
And soon enough she was feeling the stirring within her loins that meant she was approaching climax-a climax she had known no more than two or three times, when her closest friend had done things to her ... down there, with her lips. Now Cindy was humping against the boy, her hands turning into claws that tried to force more of him into her passage, tried to drag his whole being inside of her cunt. His cock probed into her, barely long enough to reach the opening of her womb, Pablito gasping as he felt her rake him. He increased the pace of his fucking, and soon was riding into her in a fury that carried him up over her, his cock swelling within her cunt until it seemed ready to explode from its own expansion. He could contain himself no longer, his balls working to throw the first of his seed into her, filling her and touching off her own explosion.
Cindy rode with him now, taking control of the wild fucking away from him, pulling down on him as her cunt worked to suck out his spunk, pumping her own vital juices out at the same time until the two forces met and mixed together, flowing together around the riding rod that was his cock. The boy moaned with the fury of his fucking as he tried to stay with her, tried to regain control, but she would not be denied, would not release him until at last there was nothing left in her to pour out. His cock was aching when she finally released him, standing stiffer than any erection he had ever known as he got to his feet, standing over her, standing between her legs. The froth of their mixed cum was over his cock and his balls, tiny bubbles caught in the sparse covering of his hair, the cock almost a burning beacon in the night, its fever almost visible.
"Jesus!" he said, licking his lips. He stepped back slowly, and looked around. "She's one wild fuckin' bitch. Who's gonna be next to blow their balls?"
The boy was ready, stripping out of his clothes even as Pablito moved away. He was dropping between Cindy's legs before she realized what was happening, riding into her quickly on the lubrication of the first fucking. She gasped, and arched her back from the ground as he bottomed out-and then responded to his first wild thrusts.
Half an hour later she finally crawled away from the place where they had raped her-naked, her clothes lost in the bushes. She carried in her belly the seed of the five boys who were old enough to throw sperm ... and among them the fertilized egg that was to grow into her son....
CHAPTER THREE
The lounge was empty when Cindy reached it, her fellow workers as anxious to be free of these walls as the children, now that Spring was finally here. The winter had seemed interminable, dirty snow and slushy roads hanging on forever until even the heart and the mind froze. This winter had been nasty, completely unlike the winters she remembered as a girl when snow was clean and fun.
She found a tumbler near the sink and poured cold water, then swallowed two of the tablets-and a few seconds later a third, just to be sure. Her heart was still pounding wildly, and she turned her back to the sink, leaning against it, her hands pressed against the cold porcelain. Her eyes closed as she willed her heart to slow down, to stop the mad pounding....
But the image of the naked Thomas was there again, leering at her as he prepared to drop his naked weight onto her, the white flesh of his stomach and thighs an obscene halo for his cock....
No!
This had to stop!
A sob caught in Cindy's throat. What was the matter with her? For days she had been fighting the lustful dreams, forced to smell the odor of young boys breaking into puberty all around her, fighting to keep from attacking herself with her fingers. She did not want this! She had not known sex with anyone since the night that she was raped! Why was the devil tormenting her in this terrible way?
She had to get away, and thank God for the vacation week coming up. Once she had finished up a few undone chores she would be in her car and heading out to the country, to her sister's farm a hundred miles away. She'd be away from these boys then, away from the way they looked at her with lustful stares, grinning secretly as they watched the swing of her ass, the lift of her tit, imagining the shape of the cleft mound between her legs....
She was doing it again!
Cindy knew that she couldn't stay in this school any longer-she had to find a job someplace where there wouldn't be so many reminders of the boys who had raped her that night. Each time she looked at one of these boys she was seeing Pablito as he lowered himself between her legs, his cock probing between the outer lips of her cunt, the first cock to ever violate her ...
Jesus! Now her crotch was wet again! Cindy pushed herself away from the sink, deciding in that instant that she would find a job in an all-girl's school, even if it meant going to work for one of the religious orders at a lower salary. She couldn't control her own impulses in this situation, that was obvious-she was just entering the peak years of sexual energy. The only way to control herself was to shut herself off completely from the distractions. Tonight she would have a long talk with Ellie, confess the terrible torments that were driving her to the edge of insanity. Ellie was more than a sister-she was Cindy's closest friend. She had taken the baby boy born of the rape night when she was just suspecting her own first pregnancy, to raise Larry as her own, although Cindy had insisted from the first that the boys know that she was Larry's real mother. But it was a family-kept secret; no one else in the farm community knew the truth.
"Well, I thought I was the last one out. Good afternoon, Miss Locke."
Wheeling in surprise, Cindy saw Jack Grenwal standing in the doorway. He grinned at her and her heart nearly stopped when she saw that he had just come from the gym, was wearing only white shorts and a T-shirt. What kind of madness was this? Was her fantasy of violation coming true?
"I ... was about to leave," she said, nervously. She saw now that Jack wasn't the same as in her fantasy-his shorts were a decent pair of tennis wear, with no strained buttons or obscene bulge along the leg. Probably he was wearing an athletic supporter to protect himself.
"Don't run off on my part," he said, coming farther into the room. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of Gatorade, unscrewing the cap and drinking directly from the bottle. He gasped as the cold fluid slid down his gullet, and sighed. The bottle went back into the refrigerator.
"Any plans for Freedom Week?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm leaving town just as soon as I get finished here."
"Oh? That's a shame. I was hoping we could get together for dinner at least."
"No!" She shook her head. "I-I'm sorry, but it just isn't possible."
"Hey!" He smiled. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I don't bite, really. Not unless I'm asked to chew on something especially soft."
Now he was coming toward her, hands raised. Cindy panicked, and tried to dodge around him, but his arms were going around her, gathering her in. She smelled fresh talc and soap, and saw now that his hair was still wet from the shower and then she felt the bulge along the leg of his shorts as his cock escaped the restraint of his underwear, growing as he nuzzled against her, trying to reach up toward her.
"Please!" She tried to push him away, but his hands pinned her arms down. Now he was capturing her wrists behind her back, holding them in one hand as the other touched her breasts, tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and slid up to touch the hard fabric of her bra.
"Christ, you are the iron maiden!"
But he didn't stop; his hand went down, lifted her skirt, discovered the wetness that flooded her there.
"You phony bitch!" he cried, triumphant. "Pretend to be holier than God, when all the time you want cock so bad you cum in your panties. Well, Miss 'Iron Cunt' Locke, I think it's time you had a royal fucking."
"No!"
She brought her knee up into his groin, catching him a glancing blow that surprised more than hurt. He dropped her wrists, moving back a step, then reached out to grab her again as she tried to break past him.
"No you don't, bitch!"
"Stop! Leave me alone!"
"Shut up!" He was furious now; he trapped her arms again, forcing her toward the couch-the same couch that she had fantasized in her lust-urge. She could not let him take her there!
"You fucking bitch! You think you're too good for cock, but this is one cock that's going to know the inside of your precious fuck channel. You want to play with yourself just to spread your cunt smell, but now you're going to have a taste of the real thing!"
He threw her down on the couch, grabbing at her panties before she could recover and yanking them down her legs and over her shoes. He tossed them over his shoulder as he kneeled between her legs, staring with satisfaction at the exposed entrance. Cindy knew that her cunt was soaking wet from her own juices, and wished that it would dry-but wishing was going to do her no good now. Her only hope to escape Jack's lust was to have someone walk in-but everyone was gone!
He was undoing her blouse now, not ripping the fabric but using enough force to make her understand that resistance was futile. Now it was pulling off her arms, and he pulled her up to reach behind and unsnap the bra. Then that too was free, and for the first time since the night of the rape a man other than a doctor was seeing the shape of her tits.
He licked his lips as he stared down at them, then touched them in turn with the tip of his finger.
"Not bad," he said. "You certainly don't need that iron maiden protector. There's nothing to be ashamed of there." He was cupping them now, squeezing the aureolae between his fingers, and to Cindy's shame, she knew that her nipples were standing erect, a sharp pain running through them at his touch. But it was not a pain at all, it was a recognition of a need for his touch, his caress.
He grinned down at her, and moved back until he could undo the belt of his shorts, and then the button and the zipper. The starched fabric slid down over his thighs, revealing his jockey shorts, and his cock poking from the loose legband of the shorts. It was big, although not so terribly an instrument as Cindy had imagined in her earlier fantasy. The foreskin was worked back over the head, while the base was covered with a thick patch of curls even finer than those on his head. She was unable to take her eyes from it as he slid his underpants down.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
The breath rasped in and out of her chest as she stared in horrified fascination. "Please!" But if he heard the word, he gave no sign; he pulled his T-shirt over his head, and stood completely naked before her, his chest covered with more of the same tight curls.
"No!" Cindy turned her face away from him, eyes closing as he climbed between her legs again. "Please, no!" But his weight was coming down on her now, covering her completely, his hands moving along her side and up to touch the nipples of her breast, the head of his erect cock pressing finally against the entrance to her cunt, pushing the soft flesh of the mound back. Then he was entering her, the pressure of his weight behind his cock effecting the entrance, sliding between the soft walls of her passage and touching now the terrible erection in her clitoris. Fire danced across her eyes as she felt that tube of male flesh filling her, sliding easily into her until she was completely engorged with Jack's cock, the soft walls of her cunt flexing spasmodically about him and encouraging him to penetrate to the farthest distance possible.
Now she felt him battering against the entrance to her womb, and he relaxed, dropping his full weight onto her, giving no consideration to her feelings, her needs. His chest pressed down into her face, and she felt as though she were about to be smothered by the hairiness of him. She brought her hands up to try and push him away, but there was no strength in them to struggle. Her fingers touched his nipples, and his ass quivered in response, a shudder running over his frame. He lowered his head to kiss her forehead, ass rising off her at that moment and cock at last starting to slide out again.
Now his lips moved over her face, tasting her closed eyes, her nostrils, the corner of her mouth. Cindy moaned as she felt his cock sliding out from her, and her arms went around him, hands holding his sides.
"Bitch!" he said softly, lovingly. "You want it so bad you can taste it, so take it!"
He plunged into her then, forcing a gasp as his cock moved roughly against the flesh of her cunt, hurting now as the passage was forced. Her eyes opened, her face contorted now with fear as she realized the moment of fucking was about to begin. There was no escape, no way out. Jack was in her to stay until his sperm boiled into its climax.
"Please!" she cried. "No!-yes! Yes! Do it! Do it, damn you!"
"What?" he demanded. "Do what, bitch? Beg for it!"
"Oh, please," she moaned. "Please-FUCK me!"
"Yeah, baby!" He breathed triumph. "Right on!"
Now he was moving in her, plunging full into her, filling her passage and penetrating even into her womb. His weight was heavy on her again, crushing her breasts, but her hips were moving in rhythm to his own, riding with him. She felt the pressure of his cockhead as it seemed to expand within her, filling her completely, growing impossibly larger to fill all the emptiness within her body; he fucked into her, and she felt the force of the blow against her heart, within her throat.
Cindy's heart was racing terribly as her body thrashed wildly on the couch, trying to take control of the fucking, working against the man as her cunt tried to capture his cock completely. She moaned again, her fingers raking down his back now, her knees riding up beside his thighs as she tried to raise herself to a position where another fraction of an inch could penetrate within her. But he was too strong for her, too skilled in the art of fucking. He held himself above her, rode down on her, the wedge of his cock splitting her wide open, the pace increasing until the constant explosions of joy coming from her clit as the cocklength rubbed across it were too much to bear. The universe was white, a blinding coruscating dance of brilliance shot through with the red of her blood as it pounded through her system, flooding her brain, making demands on her heart.
Cindy reached up to him with her hands, her body, her cunt, trying to wrap her legs about his bouncing ass, to draw him ever tighter within the confines of her cunt. She knew that she was being violated in a way that she had sworn she would never again know, and in a distant corner of her brain she hated herself for giving in to the lust force of her body. But she was beyond control; hate him for this as she must, she could not stop herself from clinging ever tighter to him.
And as she fucked with him, her thoughts were on all the lustful fantasties she had experienced for those long terrible years since the night of the rape. Now as Jack fucked into her she no longer saw him, no longer recognized him. Now she was back in the park, fucking joyfully, gladly, fucking the boys who had raped her that night, who had taunted her dreams ever since. The cock within her was Pablito and Thomas and every other boycock she had imagined over those years. She rode to the peak of her orgasm, flooding him with her juices just as she had flooded those boys that night so long ago.
"Oh, God!" The cry escaped her lips as she clung to him, doing no more than hold on to him as her loins took over the direction of the fucking. Her body moved of its own volition, riding with Jack, fucking with him, milking his cock, trying to steal his manhood. She felt his balls pressing against the bottom of her cunt as he bottomed out on the stroke, and then the pressure was instantly gone, her womb seeming to be sucked outward as it tried to follow his withdrawing cockhead, only to be forced inward again an instant later as he returned into her, filling her once more.
"I'm cumming!" Cindy surrendered herself completely to him. "Oh, dear God, I am cumminnnnnnnngggggggg! Help Meeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Jack rode with her as he felt her juices flooding around his cock, filling her passage as he withdrew to begin another stroke, sucking wetly now as even the thickness of his cock was not enough to trap them within her. His cock was ripe for explosion, expanding within her, swelling as his balls began their working, throwing his seed forward into her to mix with Cindy's own body-juices. And still he fucked into her even as he felt the working of his cannon throwing the cum deep into her, filling her, reaching into the womb that had born one child and now seemed to expand to hold the new birth of his cockhead.
"Jesus!" he cried, a shout of triumph at his mastery over her resistance. "Arrggghhhhhhhh! Cumming-cumming-cummminnnngggggggggg! Shiiiiiitttt, baby! You've got me, you've caught me, you've milked me! Jesuuuuussssssss!"
They plugged together as their organs worked to empty themselves of the fuck fluids, as their bodies rode to a never-before experienced peak of excitement, hearts swelling within their chests until it seemed that something might, must, explode.
They came once, twice, an uncountable number of times, flooding the plastic of the couch with their out-pouring until they were afloat on a sea of their own cum, adrift in a haze of sexual energy.
"Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah! Baby, yeaahhhhhhh!"
They slowed together, came to a halt together, the movements stopping at the same time, leaving them lying together until at last Jack moved back, softening cock plopping wetly from her cunt. He sat up then, head hanging weakly as he supported the weight of his upper body on his forearms across his thighs.
"Jesus!" He shook his head, and sighed again; then pulled himself far enough off the couch to pick up his shorts, fumbling cigarettes from the side pocket. He shook one of the white cylinders from the packet and managed to place it between his lower lips, although the paper seemed glued there when he tried to move it a bit to light it. He sucked the smoke deep into his lungs, then looked back at Cindy. Her legs had slipped down to come up against his thigh, her skirt bunched into a narrow band about her waist. Her chest was rising and falling slowly, her eyes closed, her one hand pressed against her forehead while the other touched the side of her thigh, feeling the juices that coated her even there. She swallowed, and opened her eyes to look at him.
"Jesus!" he said again. "You're one hot fucking cunt! I don't know why you've been hiding yourself, what you've got against men-you are purely a natural talent when it comes to fucking, Miss Locke!"
"Are you satisfied?"
"Yeah, I am fucked out!"
"Was it ... everything you imagined?"
"It was sweet, Cindy baby, sweeeeeet!"
"Am I ... the best?"
He stared at her a moment before answering. His hand went down to lift his soft cock, studying the inflamed redness; it had not shrunk to its normal flacidity, but was still semi-rigid, as though anxious to start action again.
"I won't say you're the best, for all we've done is just straight old-fashioned fucking. But you are good, Miss Locke-very fucking good."
She pulled herself up until she was kneeling on the couch, staring at his cock. She reached out to touch it, marveling at the heat that still seemed to emanate from it. It was such a big thing! Bigger by far than the boycocks she had experienced that night so long ago. But then, men were naturally bigger than boys, weren't they?
And at that it was not so large as she had fantasized, in the moments when she could no longer control the lustful urgings of her body.
She settled back onto her heels, leaning against the back of the couch, face touching the cool plastic as her eyes closed again. She thought again of Pablito, of the way his cock had felt that night. It was so long ago, and now that she had known the reality of Jack's cock in her cunt, it was no longer easy to summon the sensation of the boy's fucking. Certainly Pablito had not been so wild a driving force as this man.
Her groin ached now, with the fill of cock, the unused workings of her vaginal muscles. Her hand slid between her legs, moving across the soaked hair of her bush, middle finger gingerly pressing the bruised flesh of the mound and then probing between the lips. A sharp pain struck through her at the touch of her finger and then she was feeling the softened shape of her clit, the tiny female cockhead that was so much smaller than the male thing that had just violated her, smaller, yet as fully capable of delicious sensation that could fire the entire system. Her clit was sore, but she moved the tiny head back and forth until she felt the tightness beginning to gather in her groin again, knew that she was bringing herself back to a state of arousal.
She opened her eyes, looked at Jack who was sagging again, smoke drifting slowly from his nostrils. His chest heaved, and he leaned back, letting his own eyes close, until she reached out to touch his cock again, lifting it, balancing it in her hand.
"You liked it, huh?"
He met her gaze, and then Cindy was climbing over him, straddling him until her cunt pressed down on his cock again. Her fingers worked his softness until there was rigidity again, until the head fitted against her cunt entrance and penetrated easily on the moisture still remaining. She sucked breath into her lungs, pulling in her stomach at the same time so that her cunt sucked up on his cock. He gasped, and reached out to touch her upper arms.
"Jesus, baby! That hurts!"
"I thought you liked to fuck," she said.
"Yeah, shit! Of course I like to fuck, but there's a limit to how much a man can stand! You gotta give me a chance to rest up a bit before I can go again. Some jocks can pump and pump all day long and it never bothers them, but I'm one guy who needs a break in between!"
Cindy smiled softly as she moved back from the pole of his cock, settling herself onto his thighs, his cock and balls poking up between her legs. She rubbed the head of his cock with her finger, making him wince.
"Take it easy!"
Suddenly she grabbed his cock, squeezing hard, twisting it around.
"Why, bastard?" she demanded. "Why should I take it easy? You didn't take it easy with me! I ought to rip this thing completely off you!"
Sweat poured from his forehead as he stared at her, suddenly terrified. One hand captured his cock, twisting it around painfully, while the other had his balls, and was exerting pressure on them.
"You want to rape me now, Jack?" she demanded. "Want to fuck me again?"
She laughed, triumphant, but even in her laughter she was remembering the sensation of riding to her climax, feeling the tremendous explosion of pure joy that had accompanied her cumming. She loathed the man who had made her experience it ... and wished terribly that it had been a boycock plunging in and out of her then.
Even now she wanted to feel a boycock....
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy lay quietly in the nest in the hayloft after the children finally found their clothing under the avalanche of hay, and left. For a few moments Amy had not been able to find her panties, the girl growing hysterical, and then Guy spotted them under Cindy. The boy was still embarrassed as he dressed quickly, not knowing what to make of this situation. Although nothing specific was said by either, there was a tacit understanding that each would keep quiet, Amy as well when she returned to her home on the next farm. Cindy was glad to see them disappear, for her own thoughts were troubled.
For fourteen years she had been unfucked, and rarely even surrendering to the satisfaction of her own fingers, yet for the past year her thoughts had more and more turned to sex. But not just sex as most women would want it-the boys around her and the memory of the boys who had fucked her in the park that night were all that turned her on. Occasionally she would fantasize an episode with a man, although only as an added attraction, and such dreams were always of violation, of brutal rape.
Then yesterday she had known just such a rape, when Jack Grenwal attacked her in the lounge. Was it only coincidence that he had chosen that place and that time, after playing such a prominent role in her afternoon daydream? Or had she perhaps given him some signal that she did not herself recognize, advertising that she was available. Some women were supposed to do just that, she knew.
And now this afternoon....
She closed her eyes, seeing Guy standing over her, watching the shape of his cock change before her as he dropped between her legs, feeling him entering her cunt just as she had felt Pablito's cock that long-ago night....
She was doing it again!
Face burning with embarrassment, although there was no one here to see, she struggled to her feet and climbed out of the nest. She glanced at her watch: it was five-fifteen. The entire episode with Guy and Amy had taken little more than half an hour.
She climbed down the splintery ladder, and paused on the ground to remove signs of the tumbling in the hay. Her jeans were stained with a mixture of juices from herself and from the boy, but it was drying; she hoped it wouldn't be noticeable if somebody saw her coming into the house.
She blinked as she came out into the daylight, and headed for the back of the house a hundred yards away. Fred's pickup was in the driveway, although it was early for him to be home from his farm implement agency in the nearby village. Just then the back door opened and Fred stepped out, stopping when he saw her coming.
"Cindy-thank God!"
"What is it?" she asked. "What's the matter? Is it Ellie?"
"Her labor has started. I've got to get her to the hospital. Oh, God, Cindy! What am I going to do? The doctor warned us not to have another baby, and now he thinks that this time it's twins!"
"Take it easy, Fred. Everything will be all right. Ellie is healthy and strong. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No-someone has to stay with the boys. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. I'll take care of everything here."
The back door opened again, and Ellie came out, helped by Guy and Larry; Billie tagged along after them, carrying her suitcase.
"Take my car, Fred, it will be more comfortable for Ellie. The garage called to say that the station wagon won't be ready until tomorrow."
She watched them get into the car, wishing that she had been able to have the talk with Ellie last night. Ellie was sensible; she could tell her the proper thing to do, how to overcome this terrible burden. But Ellie had been too sick last night to talk.
Fred spun gravel from under the wheels as he took off, the car disappearing onto the county road and around the front of the house. The boys came over to her, Billie and Larry coming up close to her, although Guy seemed to be hanging back. He would not meet her eye.
"I hope Ma's ail right," said Billie.
"I'm sure she will be," said Cindy. "Hey, wow! What have you kids been into? You smell like old buffalo."
Billie giggled; he was the youngest of the three, would be twelve on his next birthday. She looked at her own Larry, at his Spanish darkness; although older than Guy by three months, he was a good inch shorter. Yet he was heavier, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Cindy tried to see in him the boy who might have been his father. The boy who had been no older then than Larry was now-but it had been too dark that night for her to capture the features of the boys in the gang.
"Showers before supper," she said now. "All of you. You, too, Guy. GUI"
They piled into the house then, Cindy following more slowly. She paused in the kitchen, to see that Ellie had started the meal; now she quickly went about finishing it up, putting the necessary things on the stove to cook, setting the table. It was fifteen minutes before she could go upstairs, and by that time Billie was coming back down, his tousled red hair slicked down with the weight of the water that had just washed it. He hurried into the parlor at the far end of the house to turn on the television.
A moment later Guy came down as well, pausing in the middle of the stairs to look at Cindy. The boy seemed to have something on his mind, but he did not speak; he pushed by her, and went in with his brother.
Just as Cindy reached the top of the stairs the door to the bathroom opened, and then closed quickly again when Larry saw that someone was out there. Then the door opened just far enough for him to poke out his head.
"Oh, it's you, Mom."
The door opened wide again, revealing his naked body dripping wet-the first time that Cindy had seen her son naked since he was a small boy. Her eyes were immediately captured by the thick black bush at the top of his legs, and the surprisingly thick prick that sprouted from its midst. The skin of Larry's cock was the same olive-tan as the rest of his body, but the foreskin was pulled far enough back to reveal a nickel-sized circle of the glans, which was a pale violet. The hole to the urethra seemed painted on, a narrow black stroke applied lovingly by an artist who appreciated the perfection of the youth's beauty.
"Those clowns used all the towels," he said.
"I think there's some in the closet in my room." Why was her heart climbing into her throat? Cindy felt a tightness in her gut, in her arms.
"Yeah, that's where Ma keeps them." He padded toward her, then by her, Cindy following him into the room that was always hers when she came to visit. She stared at the heart-shaped perfect ass of her son, cleft down the middle with a broad stroke, watched as he found the towels in the closet, and began to give himself a vigorous rubdown. He raised his foot to a chair cock dangling against his thigh and then jumping up and down as he used the towel on his leg.
Cindy busied herself at the dresser, watching him in the mirror. "Do you always prance around the house naked, Larry?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Ma and Fred don't seem to mind. Why, Mom? You think somethin's wrong with it?"
"No, nothing." She turned, forcing a smile, coming over to sit on the bed. "I just didn't know that I had a nudist in the family."
"We don't go bare naked outside, but Ma and Fred don't make a big thing about it around the house. They don't think anything about walkin' from the bedroom to the bathroom with nothin' on. I didn't think that was bein' a nudist, though."
He finished his toweling, and stretched, his shoulders going back to make his pectorals stand out strong. Then he came over to flop down beside her, suddenly grabbing her in a bear hug.
"I'm glad you're here, Mom!" he said, happily. "I wish you didn't have to go back to that junky city. Why don't you stay here with us?"
"I wish I could, honey," she said, softly, her hand touching his still-damp back and feeling the muscles of his shoulders rippling under the tip of her fingers. A warm glow seemed to spread over her, for despite the way in which he had been created, Larry was the one male she could truly love. She returned his hug, holding him as tightly as she could and then jumped up.
"I guess I'd better be getting ready for supper myself."
She undid the button at the top of her jeans, and slipped the sweater off over her head, arching her back to make her tits stand out a bit more, even though she was wearing her usual bra. Then she unzipped the jeans and worked them down over her hips, glad that this day she had not worn panties. She wanted to look at Larry, to see his reaction to her undressing, but she concentrated instead on getting the pants off her feet, after slipping off her shoes. Only then did she risk a glance into the mirror, to see that the boy was staring at her, wide-eyed.
"Unhook me, will you, honey?"
"Yeah, sure."
He got up from the bed and came over to her to unsnap her bra. Was his cock starting to stand out? Cindy watched his reflection from the corner of her eye, sure that there was a stirring down there. She was feeling a sudden ache in her own loins, and as she shrugged the straps of the bra forward and off her shoulders, she knew that her nipples were standing straight out.
"I'm beat," she said, suddenly yawning. "I guess maybe I'll lay down for a couple of minutes. There's no hurry about supper."
Larry backed away and watched as his mother went to the big old double bed, its carved-oak headboard taller than the average man. She tugged down the blanket, tossing it aside, then fluffed up the two pillows; then she lay down, pushing the covers away from her feet.
"Come here and sit beside me," she said to her son, smiling. "We don't have a chance to talk very often, Larry. Come here."
The boy stared at her a moment, and glanced down at his cock, which was definitely starting to stand out now. He looked over at his mother, staring at the thick patch of her golden bush and at her tits that projected up like small mountains, the nipples tiny carved peaks. His hand automatically moved to cover his cock. And then he was coming over as she had asked, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. His left leg cocked up over the edge of the mattress, offering a small protection to his swelling cock even though she could glance down the soft curve of his hairless thigh and see the cockhead pointing right toward her.
"You're growing up, honey," she said, softly. She reached out to touch his hand. "Pretty soon you won't be my baby boy any more. In fact, you don't look like a baby even now."
"I should hope not!" he said. "Cripes!"
The tip of Cindy's tongue touched her lip, bringing a measure of moisture to the dryness there. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, terribly wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She had to go through with this, or suffer a torment worse by far than the knowledge that she had seduced her own son.
Her legs parted, and she raised her right knee. The movement made Larry look down and see that her cunt was gaping open just enough for him to see the soft flesh of her inner lips. The boy swallowed; there was no doubt now about his condition, his cock standing up its full six inches. It was as long as Pablito's cock had been, that night so long ago, but much thicker-almost twice as thick. In fact, he was as thick as Jack Grenwal in that dimension.
Cindy let the fingers of her left hand touch his knee, then walk along his thigh, the boy's stomach muscles rippling with the tension, his heart pounding so heavily that it threatened to burst through his chest. His mother reached for his hand then, capturing it in both of her own and bringing it down to her stomach. Then her fingers separated, pressing the boy's palm against her belly, her tits wavering as she raised up far enough to see his fingers. Then she lay flat again.
"Honey?"
"Yeah, Mom? Larry licked at his lips, staring at his hand and at the two globes flaring just above it. He wanted to reach out and touch them, move his fingers the necessary few inches to feel their weight pressing into him, but he still did not dare take command of this situation.
"Have you had a girl?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well what she meant. "I've been on a couple of dates."
"Have you ever been ... naked with a gril?"
He shook his head, unable to speak. "We're naked, honey. Would you ... like to have me?"
"Oh, Christ!"
Suddenly the boy was reaching out to Cindy, laying across her, his arms going around her neck as his face nuzzled between her tits. She felt the fever of his brow burning there and felt the rod of his cock burning across her leg, her stomach contracting and her legs spreading wide, as though he were already entering her. She let her fingers slide gently over his back, and then up to comb through his hair; then she was reaching down to pull him up farther, until their lips could meet, their tongues probe out to touch for an instant.
She swallowed, her body rippling beneath him, the weight of the boy pressing her down into the soft old mattress until it seemed that she was being swallowed up, completely surrounded by the material of the bed and the material of the boy's flesh. Larry was moving between her legs now, the weight of his cock sliding down her belly, leaving a trail of slick where the pre-seminal fluid moistened the glans, his hands moving to cup her tits, one in each gathering of fingers. His thumbs touched her nipples, playing gently with the spongy erections as Cindy sucked against his mouth, trying to swallow him into her very being. She drove her tongue deep between his teeth in the way that Jack had taught her yesterday, battling with him for a moment; then his own tongue pushed back at her, until she surrendered to the ache of muscles never used in that manner, and accepted the swelling of his taste-organ between her own lips. He fucked into her with his tongue made tubular in the shape of his cock, and she wondered what that instrument would taste like-but before she could follow up on the urge his cock was giving in to the violence of its need, driven by the churning in his testicles to push against her vulva.
She gasped as his weight rode across her thigh and he settled between her legs, then opened them wide for him, arching her back as her knees went up to wrap around the boy, the lips of her cunt gaping at their widest. And now Larry's prick was coming home to her, lowering into the outer portal of the channel into her gut, moving under the pressure of his pushing ass until the head was well within the passage, foreskin worked painfully back over the glans until the boy's forehead beaded with sweat. Yet he could not stop, must press ever forward, pushing into his mother's cunt as though trying to return to the place where his life had begun.
Now he was perhaps four inches into her with two more to go-but he must stop, must rest, must withdraw enough to ease that pain around the head of his cock. Cindy's cunt sucked greedily at him, as though protesting the withdrawal, but he retreated no more than half the distance, the foreskin at last finding its natural position. He lay flat across his mother, his weight bearing her down, her arms pulling him tight to her chest, and for a minute they lay in that position, neither of them moving. Then Cindy's cunt began to work on his cock, the walls moving just enough to set up a slow excitement, a masturbation that stirred him toward the peak of excitement.
The boy groaned, and moved within her, recovering the lost inches. Then he lay still again, until she began to milk on him once more, demanding obeisance from his cockhead to the altar at the back of her cunt. Her asshole worked and her hands massaged the muscles of his back as the boy responded to the demands of her body, moving into her once more. Yet he still had not reached the depth to which his cock could penetrate, and now he withdrew slightly, and slammed himself against the willing resilience of his mother's cunt, entering her now completely, Cindy feeling the weight of his balls at the bottom of her outer lips.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" She swallowed, and tried to squeeze the life from him with her arms, and from his cock with the strength of her cunt. "Oh, honey! Do it, Larry! Do it to me!"
"Jesus!" The boy kissed his mother's lips, gathering his strength again, his asshole tightening as it prepared for the first withdrawl that would begin the siege of her body, the assault on her total defenses. "Oh, Momma! We shouldn't be doing this...."
But even as he said it, his ass was slamming down, driving his cock completely within her. Cindy jumped under the force of his drive, driven back under the violence of the blow, her hands clutching at him now to hold on to a lifeline in the moment of rapture. Cindy sobbed, and then the boy was driving into her again, finding the rhythm that carried them into the fullness of the fucking act, riding along with him, under him, filled to glorious wonder with the shape of his man's cock, the skill of his boy balls, the knowledge that he was the boy she had been dreaming of for so long-and could have found at any moment within her own reach.
She wanted to open her cunt so wide that he would fall completely within her, return to the protection of her womb, serving her from inside that place, his grown-up cock satisfying her always. With Larry recaptured, within her womb and her cunt always, she would never have to dream about other cock again, give in to the terrible urgings of her body. She rode with the boy, the thick stem of his cock expanding mightily as it pounded down, then falling an instant later to crush the soft globes again. An aching ran through her entire body under the force of his fucking, but it was the most delicious sensation she had ever experienced. He was punishing her, torturing her, but she gave herself willingly to his chamber, to his rack, to the sheer sensual joy of sexual pain. No matter how far he rode into her, how much he filled her with his meat, his manhood, his boyhood, it was not enough. She wanted more, needed more, demanded more.
Larry clung to his mother with the strength of his fingers as he rode up over her, standing above her in the instant when his cock was farthest into her flesh, looking down at her closed eyes, her beatified face. He loved her for being his mother, for having brought him into life, and even though he knew that this was wrong, against all the laws of nature and all the commandments of God, he could not help but love her for accepting him in this way, for giving him this knowledge of complete loving, of the complete potential for pleasure in the human body.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Cindy moaned, throwing her ass up against her son, knowing that it was wrong to be so wanton, to even consider so horrible a thought, but she could not help herself. She needed this release from the torments of the body, the flesh. She needed to be fucked, but not just by any cock, by any boy. She needed Larry in the way that he was serving her now, for in this way she knew again the boy who had fucked her that night so long ago, the boy who had planted his seed deep within her. She felt the rippling of her cunt muscles as the boycock moved in and out and it was a joy greater than she had imagined, had dreamed of, had hoped. He fucked her, a never-tiring fucking machine that would never stop, never cease this glorious heavenly movement until the end of the very world.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She felt his cock, felt his ass, felt his whole body within her cunt. Her hands raked at his back, clawing his flesh, bringing blood to the skin, and the pain penetrated the boy's consciousness. But he could not stop, must keep plunging after the sensation that was even now stirring deep within his balls. He felt it growing there, knew that it was something that he had never before experienced, far beyond the orgasm that followed his fingers working his cock to cumming.
He was cumming now; he could contain it no longer. A scream boiled within his chest as his sperm boiled within his testicles, trying to escape to freedom. He gasped for air, panted for breath, drove into his mother as hard as his muscles and sinew and bone matter would allow.
"I'm cumminnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!" he cried. "Momma, I'm cumminnnngggggggggggg! Help meeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Yes!" Cindy stretched her body to its widest opening, sucking down on him, feeling his cum working, boiling, and at the very instant that the first spirulette found its way into the channel of his cock and exploded outward with the force of a bullet she reached her own peak, found her own climax, began to flood him with her life force.
For a long moment they lay together, drained of energy, the boy collapsed over his mother's body, his chest pushing her tits apart, weighing them down, as his cock softened and slowly worked out from her cunt under the natural flexing of Cindy's body. Their eyes closed, they held gently to each other, the movement of Cindy's breathing raising him up, his own escaping breath rasping against her cheek and down across her neck.
The softening shape of Larry's cock was a marvelous plug in her cunt; Cindy could not help flexing her muscles about it, even though her own movements were forcing him out. She swallowed, and tried to swallow him back with the sucking power of her cunt, fingers tracing a gentle map in the sweat across his back.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" The boy moaned, and shifted slightly, throwing himself back into her cunt. She felt a tingle deep within her vagina, and knew that she wanted him to fuck her again. She worked her cunt muscles once more, massaging the length of his cock, satisfied at last when she felt a stirring, a lengthening.
"Oh, Momma!"
"Was it good, honey?"
"Yeahhhh!" He sighed the word. "I never felt nothin' like that before!"
"I'm glad I was your first. Do you want to fuck me again?"
"Now?" He raised his face, to look into her eyes.
"If you think you can."
Staring down at her, the boy probed experimentally with his cock, not actually withdrawing, but using his ass muscles to work against her cunt. His cock stirred again, but the act was too much: his cock muscles ached completely, begged for relief.
"I can't," he said. "It hurts too much."
"Do you cum very often, honey?"
He seemed embarrassed, did not answer; at last he shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."
"It's all right; I don't mind. I suppose you masturbate, play with yourself?"
"Uh-huh." His reply was almost lost as he nuzzled against her neck.
"Every day?" she persisted.
"Mmmmmm."
"What about the other boys?" He raised up again. "Guy and Billy? What about them?"
"Nothing ... I'm just curious. I want to know everything about my boy-all the things I should have known before. I do love you, you know."
"Sure, Momma. I love you, too."
"You don't mind ... what we did?"
"What's to mind? It was fun."
"Do you ... think you'd like to do it again . ,. sometime?"
"If you want me to, Momma."
Cindy sighed. "Oh, yes, honey! I do want you ... I want you so very much! Let me look at you."
"Huh?" But she was relaxing her cunt muscles now, opening her legs wider, until his cock slipped out of its own accord. She moved his weight from her then, turning the boy onto his back, rising up to stare at him. She touched a finger to one of his nipples, then rubbed it between thumb and forefinger until it was standing hard, a miniature cock that she bent to kiss, to suck, reaching at the same time for his other nipple and playing with it even as she sucked on the first one.
The boy stared down at the top of her head a moment, then relaxed, eyes closing as he sighed. He felt her touch move down his body, to his belly, the finger and then her tongue probing at the exposed umbilicus. She nibbled on the meat of it, Larry wincing when her teeth came down too hard; his hands went to her head, but she read the signal of pain in the stiffening of his body, and eased away.
Then she was staring at the cock, at the still wet tube of flesh that was soft now, the foreskin working most of the way back over the glans, gathering several droplets of their fluid within the small pool it created as the skin turned under to make a ring. His cock lay over his balls, separating them slightly, the sac loosened now that the act of fucking was finished so that the one egg slipped to a lower position than the other. It was the first time she had ever had the chance to study a maturing cock, for Larry had been only a baby the last time he had lain exposed to her like this. She could almost count the hairs around the base, separating them now with her fingers that were slick with their sweat and the juice of their loving.
The boy sighed again, shifting his leg and causing his cock to slide over the one ball, falling heavily against his thigh, to be captured an instant later by Cindy. She lifted the limp flesh into her palm, balancing it, lifting up on it until it stood between her fingers. Her palm pressed down on the wet glans now as her fingers worked the foreskin back, and the full head popped into her grasp.
She used her other hand to hold the foreskin back as she held lightly to the rim of his cock, feeling the heat emanating from it as she felt the heat between her own legs. Larry sighed once more, shifting again, his legs parting and rising so that Cindy could see over the hang of his balls and into the cleft of his ass. The brown ring was there just within her vision, and now the boy's cock was working within her fingers, the muscles drawing back and forth rapidly, as though begging for something too happen. Yet it did not stiffen, go into another erection.
Cindy stared at the tiny eye in the head of his cock, remembering what Amy had done in the nest that afternoon. She bent suddenly, to press her lips to the head of her son's manhood, tasting the wetness and the fleshy boyness that was his own special flavor.
"Ohhhhh!" Larry gasped under her touch. "Momma ... Do that again!"
"This, honey?"
She touched his cock with her tongue now, drawing little circles about the hole with the bare tip, hardly pressing, doing no more than enough to make him know she was there. But it was enough to make him respond. His cock quivered, standing up straight again, lengthening as it returned to the state of erection, the blood rushing in to fill the vessels and the spaces between the muscle tissue. Now with the foreskin worked completely back, the head of his cock was a glistening mushroom.
"Suck me, Momma!" he cried. "Suck me, please!"
She looked up at him, to meet his eyes, to see the pleading there, and suddenly nothing in the world was so important as her satisfying his needs. Larry's chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hands pressed flat against the bed as his head raised to look down at his mother. There was a constant quivering over his entire body, as though every muscle in his being had responded to her touch.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock, kneeling now at his waist, facing his body. She worked the foreskin back and forth several times as a groan escaped from the boy's lips, then bent, the heavy weight of her hair falling around his cock as though to screen the first touch of her lips to the base of his cockhead.
"Aggghhhhhhh, yeah! Christ, Momma-SUCK ME!"
His glans was entirely within her mouth now, filling the space between her teeth, pressing down on the front of her tongue, the taste strange yet pleasurable-the taste of her boy, her son. Cindy's free hand slipped between her legs, probing between the lips of her cunt, finding easy entrance into the passage until it located the erect clitoris, and as she touched herself there, she suddenly sucked down on the boy, taking his cock all of the way into her mouth until the head slammed against the back of her throat, brought pain to the back of her throat.
She swallowed then, the muscles of her throat working around his cock, and began a slow withdrawal that brought the boy arching up from the bed, fingers scrabbling at the sheet, ecstasy shining in his eyes. Her teeth grated across the surface of his cock as her tongue traced the veins along the underside of the shaft, making the boy wince with the sudden pain. But he did not cry out, said nothing, accepting what she was doing as the price for entrance into the heaven of the sensual eternity that she was giving him.
Her teeth caught the rim of his glans, and she stopped a moment, dragging breath through her nostrils Her jaw ached with the strain of encompassing her son's cock, and her fingers moved down now to lift his balls, drawn tight in their sac again. She traced a finger through the hair around the base of his cock, then under his balls, finding the tiny channel that went all the way back to his asshole and following it there. Larry saw her breasts heaving, and wanted nothing more than to reach down to them, draw them into his own mouth. But that wasn't possible in this position. He could do nothing for her but be passive, permit Cindy to assault his cock in whatever way she decided.
Now she was driving her mouth down onto him again, as though she had decided to swallow him completely within her, to tear the flesh from his flesh, the organ from his body, using him as meat to feed her own wild hunger. She drove down until his cockhead was at her throat again, and then was swallowed in, pushing past the barrier. Now he was hers completely, his cock as much a part of her this way as when he had bottomed out in her cunt. She held to him a moment, not able to breathe, throat working around the obstacle of his cockhead, and then the need for air forced her to slide back, almost to release him completely, keeping her lips barely touching the throbbing head of his cock.
"Jesusssssss!" The boy humped up against her. "Oh, Christ, Momma! Suck me! SUCK MEEEEEEE!"
She answered his plea by taking his cock all the way into her mouth again, swallowing it again, then releasing it almost instantly as she began to stroke up and down on the great fleshy instrument. The boy was fucking up at her now, unable to just lay there any longer, his ass throwing his weight against her as she stroked down, the rhythm settling into a constant pounding on his meat that threatened to carry him into unconsciousness. He was supporting himself on his elbows, back arched, head hanging down to almost touch the pillow; his eyes were closed as the blood pounded through him, the factory of his balls working to create the ammunition to throw against her attack.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! God! Oh, Christ! You're tearing me apart, Momma! Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She heard him, but she could not, would not stop; from some unsuspected reserve she found the strength to increase the speed of her attack on his cock, filling her mouth completely, ignoring now the aching in her jaw muscles, the pain that was shooting through the top of her head. There was nothing in the world, in the universe, but her son's cock, filling her completely, driving within her until their two fleshes were as one, joined together and inseparable. Cindy sucked down on him until at last the boy gasped, cried, screamed, the tears pouring from his eyes as the cum spurted from his cock, passing her mouth to fall untasted down her throat. She recognized the working of the cock-tube, knew what he was doing, held him completely within her so that no part of his cum would be wasted, lost to her, unable to feed her insatiable desire.
His words caught in his throat, turned in mid-syllable from a shout to a rasping whisper, died as quickly as they had come. Larry's eyes blinked open, staring up at the carved headboard of the bed, aware now of the ache in his shoulder muscles at the unusual strain. His mother's lips still held to his cock, pressing against the wounded flesh, holding the pain of his violent cumming within the spongy flesh as she pulled up on him until the rim of his glans again caught against her teeth. She held there, chest heaving and body moving up and down as she dragged air through her nose, tits rising and falling three, four inches at a time.
The pain in his neck aching terrible, Larry lowered himself to the bed again, sighing. He wiped sweat from his forehead, blinked tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling the wet trail they had marked across his cheeks. His chest heaved with the exertion of throwing his sperm into Cindy's mouth, and he felt as though he had just run a mile or more, all strength gone from him now. He tried to lift his hand, but the effort was too much; he let it flop again, wiggling his ass a fraction of an inch as his cock softened within his mother's mouth.
Cindy recognized the shrinking of the fleshy tube, followed it down, taking him all the way in again, an easier burden now that the flesh was no longer engorged with blood. She sucked him deep into her throat again, smelling the odor of his sweat in the hair at the base of his cock, her hand going to the flat of his belly as she shifted her own support, knees suddenly aching with the strain. The flesh of his cock gave freely under the pressure of her lips, and the boy moaned, trying to pull away.
"It hurts!" he complained. "Please!"
Cindy relented, let his cock finally slide from her lips, moved up to lay beside him, on her side, facing him. Her finger reached out to touch his nipple again, and then her arm was sliding over him, gathering him in beside her until they were touching, his side against her belly and tits and crotch. Her leg lifted, and slid over his thigh, feeling the limp shape of his cock as she traced down her son's body with a single finger.
"Feel good, honey?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you like that better than ... putting it in me?"
He looked at her. "I like them both-I don't know which I like better. Do I have to choose?"
She laughed. "Not now, anyhow. You know, I've never done anything like that before."
The boy was silent, not answering, and Cindy took that to mean that he had experienced such a thing before. Instantly jealous, she wondered who had tasted his flesh and his sperm. She wanted to share him with no one, keeping him entirely for herself.
Now Larry was touching her tit with his hand, feeling the nipple, following the shape as it swelled toward him. She opened her eyes and saw what he was doing.
"Do you want to suck my tit, honey?"
"Can I, Momma?"
"Yes, certainly."
The boy hesitated another moment, then said, "Would you get up over me, Momma? Up so they're hanging down into my face?"
She smiled, and moved to oblige, the boy's hands going to her waist, holding tightly as her tits were suddenly in the requested position. They hung on either side of his face for a moment, and he brought his hands up to heft them, balance them; then he was bringing the one nipple to his lips, closing down on it, sucking for all he was worth. Cindy felt the pull of his lips as a tiny and sharp almost-pain, and shivered. She let her belly sag until touching his chest, and wished that his cock was within her again.
The boy gurgled around the unexpected lowering of her tit, nearly choking. He turned his head free, gasping for air, as Cindy brought her back up straight again. She sat up then, letting her ass drop onto his chest, legs bent back under her thighs. The boy's hands dropped to her thighs, resting there, his thumbs only inches away from her bush. He looked up at her, and then down at the gaping entrance to her cunt, completely open before him. He could see clearly the inner lips, and even the tiny clit-cock; and now he touched his finger to that, and Cindy shivered again.
"Does that feel good, Momma?"
"Yes, honey, do it again. Better yet, how about sucking me for a while?"
"Sure, if you want me to."
She slid up over him now, Larry sliding his hands and then his arms under her ass, until his face was almost within the maw of her cunt. The boy was completely trapped beneath her, could not move even if he wanted to. But at this moment he did not want to. He looked up at his mother, and then into her cunt, head raising as his tongue darted out for the first taste of her sex. Now Cindy lowered her weight onto his face, until she felt his tongue probe completely within her passage, touching the soft walls and moving beyond them, to lick up at her clit.
Now he was taking that between his teeth, biting down gently, as though recognizing that she needed that stimulus at this moment. Her body quivered above him, and her weight lowered onto him another fraction of an inch, and now he was licking all around the inside of her cunt, pushing his tongue as far back into it as he could. Cindy's fists clenched, and her eyes closed at the thrill of the attack; she wished that she could have his cock and his tongue in her at the same time. She twisted around, to see that his cock was standing hard again, as though it had not already released two great loads of his seed.
Cindy's asshole was quivering, her buttocks grabbing at the skin of his chest. She leaned back, one hand reaching behind her to touch his cock, although she could not properly manipulate him from this position. It was enough to know that her fingers were wrapped around him, however, the end of her fist feeling the hair around the base of his cock. She managed to jerk him up and down a few times in that position, her touch firing the boy and driving him even deeper within her cunt.
"Oh, please!" A sob escaped her lips. "Oh, Larry-aggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh, God! You're burning me up! I can't stand it. Sweet Jesusssssss! Suck me, honey! Suck me. Suck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The boy did his best to oblige, rotating his tongue around the inside of her cunt, his lips sucking between her vulva to fasten to the soft walls, sucking down as though he could turn her cunt inside out. He was nearly choking with the overpowering smell of her cunt, and the hair of her bush was scraping across his forehead and his chin. Tormenting him almost beyond belief. His cock hurt terribly in the uncomfortable grasp that was all she could maintain, but he would not release himself, not fall back until she gave him permission. He sucked on her cunt with all of his strength, even his nose pressed within the outer lips now, pushing into her in short jabbing strokes. His hands were wrapped around her ass, the fingers working together to knead the flesh of the buttocks, to pull her tighter to his face, to his mouth, to his lips.
Now Cindy was tearing loose, unable to take the touch of his tongue any longer. She needed something to fill her, to drive into her womb. She moved down on the boy, rising over his cock, lowering herself until his glans was in the place just vacated by his lips. Her arms went under Larry's shoulders, hands reaching up to grab on to them, pulling down with all of her strength as she slammed herself home on his cock, gasping as it penetrated to the depths of her cunt. She was laying completely across him, her tits squashed against his chest ... and now she raised herself up, ready to begin the driving strokes of fucking.
Larry's eyes were open, staring worshipfully up at her as she paused to gather her strength, and then he gasped, feeling the shock all the way into his balls and down into his legs as she slammed herself down onto the length of his cock, her adult weight taking him all the way into her passage, accepting every ounce of his male sex deep into her body. She held herself there for no more than three or four seconds, then rose up over him again, riding him out until his cock was almost free of her. The boy heard the sucking noise of his cock's outstroke clearly, and then the heavy whack as she dropped down to meet his groin again, wet juices flying from the force of the blow, tiny droplets of earlier cum tossed wide over the surface of the bed in a gentle rainfall of love.
"Oh, Christ! Fill me, honey, give me all the cock you have! Throw it into me!"
He understood her message, and began fucking up against her even as she was coming down, her superior weight cutting his stroke short and throwing his guts down onto the bed again in a wrenching slam. But as soon as she topped out on her stroke, he was rising again to meet her, throwing his extra force into the act of fucking, the act of loving. They pounded together, rocking the old bed, oblivious to the sounds they were making, thinking only of the ineffable pleasure of this instant, of the joy they felt right now. There was no world apart from this bed, there were no other people-there was only Cindy and Larry, mother and son, fucking together, fucking each other, as they tried once more to reach the peak of all possible human excitement.
And then the cum was generating again, although it took longer this time. But it was there when they needed it, rising to their demands, flooding out of their bodies and against the other's sex organs. Their hearts were swollen in their breasts, their breath choking in their throats, but they were cumming again, cumming together.
"Oh, God!" cried Cindy. "Oh, Larry! Do it! Do it to me, son! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Jesus!" The boy threw himself in wild contortions against the plunging cunt of his mother. "Christ-Jesusssssssssss! I'm cumming, Momma! I'm cumminnnnnnggggggggggggg!"
One final time they threw against each other, hanging suspended together for an impossible moment ... and then they collapsed, drained, blood slowing in their veins so that they could hear something else other than their own heartbeats ... hear the knocking that was insistent on the door.
"Aunt Cindy!"
It was Guy....
CHAPTER SIX
They stared at each other for a frightened moment, wondering how long Guy had been at the door, how much he had heard....
Then Cindy was sliding off Larry's cock, climbing over her son to stand on the floor. She held up her hand to the boy, for silence, and looked toward the door.
"What is it, Guy?"
"It's suppertime," he said, voice muffled.
"Oh!" A sense of relief flooded over her. "Thanks for calling me. I'll be down in a few minutes. Check the pots on the back of the stove, would you?"
"I already have," said the invisible boy. "They're okay. But we're getting hungry."
"Just a few minutes!" she promised.
She listened for a moment, but there were n further sounds from the other side of the door. She looked at Larry, who was sitting up now, his cock limp again but still swollen far beyond its norm size.
"We'd better get a move on, Larry. I got interested in what we were doing that I completely forgot about supper. Besides, you taste better anyhow."
The boy managed a shy grin. "So do you Mom."
He stood, and Cindy suddenly wrapped her around him, squeezing him tight.
"Oh, honey! I'm so glad this happened, Larry!'
"Yeah, so am I." He touched her back, but no that they were through with the act of fucking he seemed embarrassed. He pulled loose then, and grabbed the towel he had been using earlier, wiping the sweat and the cum from his body.
"You'll need another shower before bedtime," said his mother. "I need one, too. But it'll have to wait. Throw me another towel, Larry."
She repaired the damage to her body as best as she could, watching her son in his nakedness. But at last, and too soon for her desires, he was finished, and wrapping the towel around his waist. He looked over at his mother as she pulled clean jeans and another sweater from drawers, and slipped them on, not bothering for the first time in her life with the bra that had protected her chastity for so long. The failure to don panties earlier had been unusual, although not precedent-shattering; but this was a whole new way of life for Cindy Locke. A personal "declaration of independence," she decided, although the feel of the sweater against her bare tits was strange, almost cold.
Larry opened the door as soon as she was decent, slipping out into the hall. The door closed behind him as Cindy put on her shoes, then stopped before the dresser mirror to make sure that her face was straight, her hair not a complete mess. There was a warm glow coming from the region of her cunt, and she shivered deliciously, running her hands up and down her arms. Then she lifted her tits within the sweater, staring at her reflection in profile, deciding that she had nothing at all to be ashamed of in that department.
She opened the door to go downstairs, stepping into the hall and pausing as she heard voices coming from the boys' room down next to the bathroom. They were speaking low, but she could tell that there was anger behind the words. Moving quietly, she slipped up to their door.
"Goddamn you, Guy!" It was Larry, furious about something. "What kind of sneak are you?"
"I'm no sneak, and you know it. It's a miracle you two didn't shake down the ceiling. I know what you were doing in there, Larry, so why hide the truth? Why don't you admit that you were fucking around with her?"
"She's my mother!"
"So? What does that make me? I'm your cousin, and we've fucked around together."
"Yeah, kids jerking off together-damn you! That hurts!"
"What's the matter with you? You never minded me or Billie grabbing on to your pecker before?"
"Well, it hurts now, damnit. Now quit fuckin' around before I get really mad. I didn't bitch at you when you had Amy up in the hayloft, did I?"
"Amy wasn't the only one I had in the hayloft," Guy said, casually.
"Yeah, I know. You had Millicent Morgan last summer. But you didn't even have hair on your balls then, so a lot of good it did you to fuck her. You couldn't even cum."
"I could so. But I'm not talking about Millicent."
"Yeah? Who, then?"
"Oh, somebody you know." He made a funny noise with his lips. "Somebody you've been fucking around with yourself-except that my cock was in her first."
There was the sudden sound of a boy's fist smacking solid flesh and the crash of a chair going over. Although she knew what Guy had been about to reveal, and her stomach was chattering nervously, Cindy forced herself to walk into the room.
"Here, what's this? What's going on?"
Larry was bare-ass naked, his face flushed dark, and Guy was on the floor, picking himself up from the chair that had fallen. He grinned as he saw Cindy, ignoring Larry's clenched fist as he picked up the chair. Larry looked around to see his mother, and his fingers loosened. But the anger was still strong in him.
"Stop it!" Cindy said, sharply. "Both of you stop it! Larry, I don't want you fighting with Guy. And, Guy, whatever you thought you were doing, I want you to stop it! Right now!"
"Sure, Aunt Cindy," he said. "It was nothing, was it, Larry?"
But Cindy's son would not answer him, turning away to pull clean clothes from his drawer. He dressed quickly, his cock flopping loosely as he pulled up his jockey shorts, then tucked it away, his mother, staring until she was sure that his violence was contained. She could not blame him for his anger and knew that it was really directed toward her, not Guy.
Then she looked back at the other boy and saw that Guy's cock was pushing hard against his pants. Guy glanced down, a motion that Larry did not see, and grinned again. There was no way for her to mistake the meaning in that expression.
Cindy let her breath escape, unaware until that instant that she had been holding it. She met Guy's eyes, staring him down, and at last the boy was the one to turn away. In that instant she knew that she had scored a moral triumph over him....
But the damage was already done.
Larry pushed past her now, not looking at her, hurrying downstairs as though anxious to be away from her. Cindy looked at the redheaded boy, studying him until Guy began to fidget nervously.
"Are you satisfied?" she said, then.
"I didn't mean anything by it," he muttered.
"I thought you had the sense to keep your mouth shut, Guy. I thought we were both going to keep our mouths shut. I will admit that I'm not particularly proud of what I did this afternoon, with you-"
"What about what you did with Larry?" he cut in.
"What about Larry?"
"You think it's any better to fuck your son? Christ, I thought you were gonna break the goddamn bed! It's a good thing Ma and Dad weren't here, or...."
"Or what, Guy?"
"I don't know," he said, sullen. "It's just a good thing."
"Guy, did you enjoy what you and I did this afternoon?"
"Yeah, sure...."
"Don't you think Larry has the right to enjoy himself, too?"
"But you're his mother!"
"It's true. I am his mother. But it's over and done with, Guy. Nothing we can do will change it now. So let's be sensible, and forget what happened."
"Would you like it to happen ... again?"
"Yeah, sure!" he said, suddenly excited.
"Well, I started this thing," said Cindy. "I'll have to see what I can do to straighten it out...."
Supper was grim, neither of the older boys speaking to each other, Larry refusing to meet his mother's eyes. Only Billie was his usually voluble self, chattering along at a mile a minute about the programs he had just seen, what he had done in school last week, where a couple of his classmates were spending the vacation period, anything to fill the silence vacuum. But even he realized in time that his words were falling flat across the table, not picked up by the others. His voice slowed to a mutter, and he turned his attention to his food.
The boys were in charge of clearing up the table, Billie loading the dishwasher while Larry carried out the garbage and Guy rearranged things around the table, wiping up after a few spills. Cindy found a package of Ellie's cigarettes in a table drawer, and escaped to the back porch, thankful that it was an unusually warm evening for this time of year. She lit a cigarette, something she did only in moments of great stress or unrelieved boredom, and choked on the first lungful of smoke.
But that lasted her only a few minutes at best; the boys were still inside, and the problem she had herself created was still to be faced. She hesitated another moment, looking toward the' moon just rising, its disc still three days from full, wishing that she were an astronaut at this moment. But the moon offered no escape to her.
Guy was in the parlor with the television, Billie apparently in the bathroom when she went upstairs. A light shone from under the door, although there were no sounds coming from behind it. For a moment she wondered if he were in there jerking off, and the thought made her smile. If so, she hoped that he was enjoying himself.
She found Larry at his desk, painting a car model. He glanced up when she came in, then buried himself in his task. Cindy came up behind him, her hands holding the back of his chair.
"Larry honey?"
The boy grunted, but would not look up. "What?"
"Are you angry with me?"
"Why should I be angry?"
"Because of what Guy said."
"What does he know?"
"Not as much as he thinks, honey."
The boy did look up then, meeting her eyes-but before he could say anything, there was a sudden roar as the toilet next door was flushed. A moment later the door slammed, and Billie came bouncing into the room, literally bouncing, following after a slightly flat basketball.
"Larry, I want to talk to you," said his mother. "Come into my room-please?"
He glanced back at the model, paused to finish applying paint to the detail that had caught him, then got up to follow after her. Billie watched them, wide question in his young face, but he didn't give it voice.
Cindy closed the door, and turned to her son. She started to reach out to him, then thought better of it. Instead, she went to sit on the edge of the bed, where this afternoon's activity had started.
"Come. Sit here, honey."
He did so reluctantly, hunching his shoulders as he sat down a good two feet away from her. Cindy wanted to reach for him, but waited.
"Honey, you're angry because Guy gave you the idea that I ... fucked him, up in the hayloft."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
"But why?" he demanded, his face contorted as though ready for tears. "What's he to you?"
"Nothing, compared to you, honey. Nothing at all, just my nephew. To me, you're the most important person in the whole world. But, Larry ... if I hadn't fucked Guy this afternoon, then I would never have had the courage to do what I did with you! Can't you see that?"
"No." But he did not try to pull away when she slid over closer to him, put her hand around his shoulder.
"Larry, honey, I love you. I love you more than anybody, anything, else. I ... shouldn't have done what I did, but I'm very happy that I did it. I'm happy that I made you happy. I liked fucking you, sucking you. When I caught Guy fucking Amy in the hayloft, it was the first time in my life that I ever did anything like that."
"You must have fucked somebody to make me!"
"Yes, I did," she admitted. But this was not the time to explain to him the truth of his birth. "But it wasn't the same thing, Larry. Not at all. I didn't love him at all. And after that, I never fucked anybody again, until now."
She wouldn't tell him about Jack Grenwal either....
"Larry, Guy is your cousin, but Elbe has raised you to be like brothers. You like him, don't you?"
"Sure!" Then he amended the statement. "At least I did until now."
"Guy is still your brother, Larry, and you should share with him. I ... liked fucking him, too, honey. Not as much as I liked fucking you, but he's jealous of us, don't you see? He knows we have something special between us that hell never have."
"Yeah," said Larry.
"Honey? Do you mind, terribly, sharing me with Guy? I'll save all my love for you, I promise. But I don't mind if he wants to fuck me, too."
The boy was silent a moment, staring down at his hands that were clenched together between his knees. Then he sighed, and looked at her.
"I don't mind, Mom. Guy can fuck you, too."
She smiled. "Thank you, Larry. Remember, you're always number one, and Guy is only a far distant number two, but don't tell him that. We don't want problems with his hurt feelings, too, now do we?"
His son reached up then to put his arms around her neck, kissing her gently. They clung together a moment, Cindy's heart pounding in her breast, and then her hand dropped to Larry's lap, feeling the growing erection there, the tube of his cock lengthening under her touch.
"Wow!" she said, breathless. "You're ready to go again after this afternoon? I should have named you Clark Kent, for you certainly must be Superman in disguise."
"I'm ready almost all the time," said her son, hugging her tightly, rubbing his face across her tits. Cindy fell back, carrying the boy with her. "I must be the horniest kid in school'"
"Your school, maybe," said Cindy, as his hand went up inside her sweater, touching the swell of her breasts. He cupped them in his fingers, the weight of his cock pressing against her leg; then he started to climb between her legs, still dressed.
"Wait." Cindy held him back. "Honey, go get Guy."
"Now?" He seemed about to protest.
"There's no better time than now, Larry. If we're going to fuck, let's bring him in, too, and seal our pacts together."
He shook his head, as though still dubious, but climbed over her leg and stood up. "They say mother knows best," he said, "but I dunno. I sure hope they're right."
He was gone for almost five minutes, Cindy timing his absence by the alarm clock on the dresser, before he finally reappeared, dragging an apparently reluctant Guy. The redheaded boy stopped just inside the door, staring as Larry closed and latched it. Then he looked toward Cindy.
"It's all right, Guy," she said. "I won't bite. And Larry isn't going to stick a knife in your back.
Come on-come over here."
He approached the edge of the bed, Larry right beside him, and stopped almost touching it.
"Yeah?"
"Guy, you asked Amy to do something this afternoon that I ... interrupted." She glanced at Larry, saw that his cock still stood hard within his pants. There was no equal bulge on the redheaded boy's leg. "I want to do for you what she didn't."
He stared at Larry, suspicious, and then back at his aunt. "You mean it?"
"I always mean what I say, Guy."
"But...." He looked at Larry again. "It's okay with you?" , "We're brothers, aren't we?" said Larry. "Maybe we're cousins, but we're brothers, too. And brothers always share and share alike. It's okay with me."
Guy broke into a broken-toothed grin, the freckles on his face seeming to catch fire. "Hey, that's neat! Aunt Cindy, I'm sorry for what I said before supper-really I am. I was just letting my jealousy get the better of me. I didn't mean to cause trouble."
"You're forgiven," she said. "And Larry forgives you, too. So how about skinning out of those clothes? You don't expect to have your cock sucked while it's still inside your pants, do you?"
She sat up then, tugging her sweater over her head. Guy had started to undo his belt, but he stopped as he got his first view of her tits, staring hungrily. Larry continued to take off his own clothes, and was soon naked, his cock poking straight out before him ... and then he noticed the other boy's hesitation. Guy's cock was hard now, bulging satisfactorily in his pants, and Larry grabbed for him, his hand ripping the other boy's zipper down so that the cock popped into sudden view.
"Hey!" Guy grabbed for himself automatically, then straightened sheepishly, remembering that he was supposed to be taking his clothes off. He undressed then, tossing his things on top of Larry's, until he stood once more completely naked before his aunt. Now he was waiting for instructions as Cindy slid off the bed. She patted the place she had vacated.
"Up here, Guy."
The boy assumed the directed position, laying flat, hands facing up at his sides, legs slightly spread apart. The force of his erection carried his cock over to he flat against his belly, and now Cindy climbed between his legs, kneeling there as she reached down to rub her fingers along his cock. It was perhaps a little longer than Larry's, although not more than half as thick; she knew that it would not cause her the trouble that her son's cock had when she tried to take it into her mouth.
Guy was staring at her tits and then Cindy was bending to touch her lips to his cock, taking just the head of it first. She held it there a moment, then suddenly sucked the whole length into her mouth. The boy gasped as her lips pressed against his balls, and half rose; then he relaxed again, letting her do as she wanted. Cindy began a long stroking motion that carried his cock all of the way into her throat, past the point where she had to swallow his glans, then went all the way back in the other direction until there was nothing holding his cock erect against its desire to fall against his belly but the bare pressure of her lips. The boy gasped each time that she bottomed out, until she fell into a more regular rhythm, and he was able to anticipate her movements. His ass raised slightly into the air with each downstroke now, a gentle fucking against her lips.
Sweat beaded on the boy's forehead, and he looked at Larry. The other boy had been standing there, his hand lightly caressing his own cock, but now he came to sit beside Guy, touching his cousin's hand. Guy reached over to touch his finger to Larry's cock, and the darker boy lay down beside him now as Guy began to masturbate him.
Cindy saw the motion of the boy's hand from the corner of her eye, and reached up to stop it, taking Larry's cock into her own hand. She did not want to share him with the other boy, even though he was willing to share her. But Larry was her own son, her own property. She would never share him again.
She sucked down onto Guy's cock, pausing at the bottom of one stroke to let her lips go out around his balls too, tilting her head back until they were locked behind the ridge of her teeth, the boy gasping suddenly.
"Jesus! That hurts!"
Cindy released him, returned to the long stroking mouth movements that were quickly raising him to the point of climax. She felt the stirring within his groin, placed her hand there to feel his guts working as they passed orders to his testicles. She swallowed hard each time the head of his cock went into her throat, and now the boy was fucking up against her with each motion, throwing his cock into her as though it would be possible to penetrate her even farther than she could take him by herself. Guy's chest heaved with the strain of throwing himself, and at last the cry broke from his lips.
"Oh, God! I'm cumminnnnnnggggggg! Agggggghhhhhh!! Jesus! Jesus-Jesus-Jesussssss!! You're killing me fucking meeeeee! Take it! Take it ALL! Eat my cock off me AGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Cindy's hand moved awkwardly on her son's cock as her mouth sucked the life force from her nephew, and now Larry was throwing his load as well, shooting high into the air, fists clenched against his side as his ass humped upward until the hot cream spattered down on his chest, his belly, was thrown by Cindy's uncertain masturbation to spatter against his mother and his cousin. The boys came together, Cindy wishing that she could fuck them both at once-and then she felt her own juices flooding into her cunt....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Guy reached down to cup his cock and balls, moaning, but it was a moan of pleasure at the delight she had given him. His chest heaved several times as Cindy settled back on her heels, staring at both boys now, seeing their cocks go limp together. She brushed at a droplet of Larry's cum on the side of her tit, and then Larry was sitting up, pressing his lips to the tit closest to him, sucking her deep into his mouth.
The other boy watched him for a moment, then sat up himself, doing the same. Cindy threw her shoulders back to bring her tits into greater prominence, raising them up, the boys following with her, their hands going now to rest gently on the sides of the one they were devouring. Now the boys were straddling her knees, their cocks pressing down on her thighs, the weight of their balls a heavenly warmth against her flesh. Cindy cupped the backs of their heads, pressing them tight against her tits, smiling down at them. Larry was the more experienced at this sucking now, and it seemed as though he were trying to pull from her again the milk that he had not known since the first weeks of his birth. He moaned, and shifted forward another inch, his cock hardening again and riding up her thigh to probe at her belly. Guy's cock was hard, too, and following the same route, so she dropped her hands to capture them both, feeling the heat of their erections warming her.
She moaned, and swallowed, closing her eyes as the boys sucked at her, worshipped her. Needle-darts of pain-pleasure were shooting across her tits now under the force of their sucking, and now Guy was beginning to fuck against her belly, his cock sliding over her thigh to thrust its spear-pointed tip into the fold of flesh between her leg and her body. Larry's cock seemed to shiver as she placed the flat of her hand over it, pressing it down into the yielding flesh of her thigh.
"Ohhhhhh!" She could not help herself, could not remain quiet. The two boy cocks were against her as their owners' lips caught at the very life of her body, and now she had to have them within her as well.
"Oh, boys! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!"
Now Larry's right hand was against her cunt, the middle finger probing within to find the passage, and Guy put his hand there an instant later. Larry made room for him, the two middle fingers together sliding up into her cunt now, passing to either side of her clit. Guy stopped then, and came back, rubbing the little extrusion of her sex and pressing it against the side of Larry's finger.
"Agggggghhhhhh, God! Oh, please-ohhhhhh!"
She could stand it no longer; she caught their hands, pulled them down, lifted their chins away from her tits so that she could lay down on the bed, her knees in the air and spread wide. The boys followed her around, stared down at the cleft and looked at each other.
"Fuck me!" she demanded. "Somebody fuck me!"
"Can we both fuck you, Momma?"
She opened her eyes then, to look at Larry and saw that he was serious. "Oh, God, yes! Just get into me. I have to have a cock in me! I don't care which of you is first, Larry! I want you both! Please!"
But the boy had a different idea. "Turn on your side, Momma," he insisted. "Please-we can both fuck you at the same time, then."
"What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious but turning even as she asked the question. Now the boys were joining her, Larry facing her, Guy along her back.
"It'll be easy," said Larry. He reached down to lift her leg, positioning his cock at the entrance to her cunt, and at the same moment Guy slid his cock up until the head was touching Larry's, understanding his cousin's intentions. They lay together a moment, maneuvering slightly for a better position, and then Larry gave the signal:
"Now!"
They pushed into her together, both cockheads slipping two or three inches into her cunt, just past the inner lips. Cindy gasped at the strangeness of the sensation.
"Does it hurt?"
It was Guy, solicitous; she shook her head.
"No. It just feels strange." But now the heat of their cocks was penetrating the walls of her cunt. "But it feels good, too."
"We gotta get the rhythm," said Larry. "Now, Guy!"
They pushed together again, sliding farther into her cunt. Cindy wished that she had some place to rest her leg, for it was uncomfortable this way, the foot barely touching her lower knee. She squeezed the muscles of her cunt against the two boycocks, feeling them quiver unequally within her, Larry's so thick, Guy's so slender. But the boys worked together as though they had practiced the movement, and after two more strokes were buried completely within her, their thighs meeting over her leg, their balls touching, and then squeezed flat against each other.
'Agggggghhhhhhh!" Cindy swallowed again as Guy's hand went around her, to cup at her tit. Larry tried to reach up to her, but there wasn't room enough in this position; at last he put his hand over Guy's arm, both boys sliding the hands that were beneath their weight under Cindy's side where their fingers met, entwined.
They threw together into her cunt, a motion made ragged by slightly different force behind their ass strokes, and Cindy gasped again.
"Ohhhhhhh, Jesus! Fuck me, boys! I want to feel your cocks all the way to inside my tits! Fuck meeeeeee!"
They did as she asked, moving together in a steadier rhythm now, Larry dictating the speed of the fucking as his fatter cock seemed to grab hold of Guy's meat. Their cockheads burned together under the unusual friction, but with each outstroke Cindy's cunt flooded them, cooling them down from the edge of pain. Her cunt was stretched unevenly, but molded itself to the strange shape of the two cocks together, the boys learning to keep their asses pressed tight against each other as they drew down from her and in that way avoiding bending their cocks painfully.
Cindy felt a burning in her rectum as the boys plunged together into her cunt, a tightness that seemed to spread over her whole body. It was not a satisfactory fuck for her, because neither one of the boys could throw his full force against her. They had to work together, timing things carefully, ignoring to some extent the demands made as the walls of her cunt tried to signal its wants to their cocks. They fucked into her together, gasping for breath, holding tight to each other and to her, their cocks expanding now with the shared heat of the loving, the fucking.
Cindy swallowed, eyes closed, trying to maintain the position for them, trying to make it as easy as possible for them. But the strain was beginning to tell; she knew that she could not keep her leg in such a strained position much longer. Her hands clenched at Larry's back, fingers digging in sharply and making the boy cry out with the sudden and unexpected additional pain.
And then he was gasping for another reason, feeling the signal in his balls that said his load was about to spew over again, about to boil into his mother's cunt, filling her with another generation of the seed that had created him.
"Oh, Jesussssssss! I'm gonna cum! Guy, I gotta cum! I can't hold it, can't help it! Jeeeeeessuussssss!! Oh, fuck! Fuck, Momma, Guy, fuck meeeeeee!"
The other boy responded, sweat beading out on his forehead, concentrating on the distant signal in his balls that meant he could generate his own load if the will were right. He threw his cock forward, concentrated on making it expand within her cunt, against Larry's cock, wishing it to swell up and begin the contractions that meant his cumming was filling her, freeing him from Larry's needs.
"Yeahhhhhh!" His word was little more than a whisper, and then it was a scream. "Yeahhhhhh! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, too, Larry-here it is! Here it is! Sweet Jesus fucking YaaaYYYGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
The boys threw themselves into her now with all their force, pushing their cocks completely within Cindy's cunt, holding themselves there now, every muscle in their bodies quivering with the excitement of cumming at last, cumming at the same instant, cumming together into her cunt. The head of Guy's cock felt as though it were blowing up like a balloon, expanding over the stem of his meat and forcing the foreskin back painfully far while at the same instant Larry's massive cum pump was contracting and expanding, pushing into her, against Guy, throwing its load of rich sweet boy cum far into her womb. Cindy dragged her son against her tits, squeezing him as her cunt walls flexed against both cocks and squeezed them, wishing that she could gather Guy into the same circle of her reach. Her tongue hung between clenched teeth, Cindy not recognizing the pain, as she worked with the boys, willed them to cum completely, give her all the juice that their balls could make.
Larry cried: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Guy collapsed: "Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!"
The boys together sighed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Jesus!"
The last droplets were thrown out, cockheads quivering together, trying to crawl a fraction of an inch farther into Cindy's cunt....
"Ohhhhhh!" they said together, cocks softening at last. They clung together a moment longer, holding to Cindy and to each other ... and then fell away from her, cocks slipping together from her cunt as the boys collapsed onto their backs, staring at the ceiling as their breasts heaved heavily, hands nearest her still touching the sweat-slickened body, Guy's falling across her ass while Larry's rested at the very entrance to her cunt.
Cindy let her leg straighten, and then was dropping onto her back, forcing the boys a little farther apart. She caught their hands, brought them up onto her stomach, squeezing them happily. Now the boys were turning on their sides, resting their faces on her upper arms, and she reached down to cup their soft cocks, feeling the sticky cum that coated them, pressing the tips of her little fingers into their cock-hair until her fingers and palms were as cum-soaked as the boys' meat. Larry put his hand up to cup her tit, and after a moment, although his eyes were closed and he could not see what his cousin was doing, Guy did the same. The boy fingers found her nipples, squeezing them at the same instant, then gently circling them as the two of them sighed again, their asses flexing and pushing their cocks into her hips.
"Was it good, Mom?"
"It was certainly different," said Cindy, laughing.
The boy raised his head, anxiously. "Didn't you like it?"
"I loved it, honey," she said, softly. "But I wasn't able to cum myself. I still want you to fuck me, one at a time this time. I want to cum, too."
She squeezed their cocks then, and both boys winced.
"I couldn't fuck a creampuff right now," said Guy. "Give me a few minutes to rest."
"How about you, Larry?" she asked. His cock was already stirring again under the pressure of her fingers, and now he made a tentative fucking motion against her hand.
"Christ!" The boy rubbed his face on her arm. "I've never fucked so much in my life-not even that day when we were trying to see how many times we could cum. Remember, Guy?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Who won?" asked Cindy. A moment later she nudged Larry, when neither of them answered. "Well? Who won?"
"Billie...." he said, reluctantly.
"Billie?" Cindy laughed. "You're putting me on."
"Uh-unh," said Guy. "He won, all right. My brother is a horny little shit, although you wouldn't know it to look at him."
"He hardly seems old enough," Cindy said. "After all, he's only eleven."
"He's almost twelve," said Larry.
"Yeah," said Guy. "His birthday is in a couple of weeks. And Billy shot his first load the day before his last birthday."
"Yeah, we saw him do it," said Larry.
Now his cock was standing out again, the glans moving out of the foreskin as it pressed wetly through Cindy's fingers and into her thigh. The boy's ass quivered, and he stroked himself against his mother, rubbing his cock against her sweaty flesh. The pressure of his fingers on her tit increased, squeezing, digging in, and then he was dragging his hand across her slick belly and down to the entrance of her cunt, probing within her again with his finger to capture her clit, and begin masturbating it in rhythm to the strokes of her fingers against his cock.
"Oh, Christ!" the boy said, face still buried against her arm. "Jesus, Momma! Fuck me! Let me get it in you again!"
Cindy pulled her arm from beneath Guy, reached down to where she could get both hands under Larry's arms, dragging the boy up and over her. She held him suspended above her a moment, staring up at his worshipful face, and then down at his throbbing pole. Then his weight grew too much for her, and she lowered him until his hands could support himself, feet turned out as his cock probed between her legs, found the bush and the mound that it covered, probed gently between the outer lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Cindy swallowed, eyes closed as she felt the heat of her son's body warming her own, felt his weight lowering to press into her flesh, felt the shape of his cock as it slid easily into the cunt that was now completely lubricated by more fucking than she could remember, could count. His ass moved once, and his cock was buried completely within her, filling the soft walls of her passage to fullness, charging her senses with the vital electricity of his life.
He moved his ass back again, to throw himself forward once more. She caught at him, caught his cock completely within her, pulling him down until his weight was completely on her body.
"Don't move!" she breathed, softly. "Just lie there, Larry, don't move until I tell you."
He did as she said, filling her completely, the flesh of his sex entirely within the flesh of her sex, only his balls still free and those pressed tight against the bottom of her cunt so that she could feel the hair of them within the outer channels of her passage. Larry's body quivered gently as he lay on his mother, his hands pressed against her sides, moving up beneath her arms, the boy's face resting on top of her tits. Now his lips opened and his tongue licked out at the shape of her tit, tasting the sweat and salt and cum that had fallen there earlier, eating of her substance as he felt a crawling sensation at his asshole. He wanted to fuck her, throw his cock in and out of her, but he lay still as she desired, satisfied for this moment to be doing as she wished.
And now his cock seemed to be growing impossibly larger within her cunt even without the stimulus of fucking, expanding as her sex heat penetrated it evenly from all sides, growing to touch against the entrance to her womb. His asshole was flexing involuntarily now, throwing his cock a fraction of an inch in and out, Cindy's hands pressed tight into the small of her son's back. She wanted to swallow him completely, take his entire body within her cunt, bring it back to the place where it had started. She wished that she were nothing but cunt, big enough to encompass the boy completely, big enough to eat both boys at the same time, so that they could be rubbing against her from the inside, using their hands together to masturbate her clit, body, legs, heads, arms nothing but giant cocks to satisfy her burning need for a complete and total and lasting fucking.
She could wait no longer; the walls of her cunt flexed about Larry's cock, drawing her son's prick in and out as her ass shivered beneath him. He recognized the signals and began to respond, drawing back no more than an inch before moving his cock forward again, the first stroke gentle, easy. The second time he drew back twice as far, threw himself forward with slightly more force, grunting as he bounced his chest against her tits, the pace picking up with each stroke until at last he was almost completely out of her on each back move, throwing his full strength against her with each bottoming. The breath was forced from her, blood dancing crazily through her veins and across her vision as the boy fucked into his mother.
"Oh, God! Fuck me, Larry! Fuck me, son!"
"Yeah, Momma!" The words grated across his lips, a choking whisper stolen from the energy that was driving his ass and his cock. "Yeah! I'm fucking you!"
He threw himself against her, losing awareness of everything else in the room, the house, the world, there was only his mother and her swallowing cunt, and against that his cock and his balls, the fire burning hotly in both of them, his body existing only to service the root of his soul, his sex the only reason for existence.
Guy was watching him plunge down into Cindy, the redheaded boy raised up on one elbow, his own cock flopping up and down as the bed danced under the force of Larry's fucking, his balls quivering. He reached down to touch himself, holding his cock and balls as they started to heat up again, his cock lengthening as he wanted to reach out to the boy and the woman, put his hand between their bellies, his ringers around Cindy's gaping cunt so that he could feel the thick shaft of Larry's cock as it rode down her passage. The boy stared at Larry's falling ass, wishing that he could throw his own weight behind it to aid the other in his assault on Cindy's forces-but Larry needed no help. He was receiving all possible cooperation from his mother as he fucked into her, fucked against her, worked mightily to bring another load of his cum up to satisfy the thirst of her cunt.
Guy was panting as heavily as the other two now, fucking into his fingers, the skin of his cock forced painfully far back, his ass moving back and forth across the bed in time with Larry's fucking. It seemed as though the ride had been going on forever, as though it would never end, the boy powered by an atomic source of energy that kept his cock moving ever into his mother's cunt even though it was expanding now almost more than she could hold, the blood seeming to empty from all the rest of his body, pouring into the interstices of his cock meat.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck Meeeeeeeee!"
"Jesus!" The boy's voice was almost completely lost. "Oh, Momma! Take my cock, Momma-TAKE IT!"
"Agggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
Guy's mouth gaped open, his heart pounding heavily, and suddenly he felt the cum rushing from his balls, pouring up through his cock, thrown through the air to spatter against the heaving bodies of the boy and his mother. But they did not even notice the hot juices, lost completely in their own act of fucking, striving once more to reach the total completion. Just when it seemed impossible for them to continue any longer, when they must stop or die, new energy was found someplace in their flesh and blood, pounds of weight melting away as the body burned its own flesh for the energy necessary to continue with the fucking, the onslaught of boycock against woman-cunt, the unending drive of son into mother, mother swallowing son, cannibals eating each other, thriving on each other, needing each other.
"Jesussssssssss!" The boy felt as though his cock was one screaming piece of nerve tissue, expanded beyond belief, hurting beyond relief, yet he couldn't stop his ride into his mother's cunt. Control of his body had been robbed from him, taken completely away, given to her just as it had been when he was growing inside her womb. His heart was pounding so wildly that it felt like it was going to explode from his chest, while his lungs were almost unable to drag in breath enough to keep his blood and his brain supplied with the oxygen-fuel of life.
"Jesuuuuuusssssss!" the boy screamed again. "Holy sweet fucking mother-fuck me, Momma! Fuck meeeeeee! I am cumming cumming aggggggghhhhhhh! I am cumminnnnnngggggg Mommaaaaaaaa!"
"Yes!" his mother answered. "Oh fuck! Fuck me Larry! Give me give me give meeeeeeee! Fuck meeeeeeee! I am cumminnnnnngggggggg!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Guy's cock ached terribly for having thrown its load into the dry air; he moaned as he touched himself, wishing that he could feel the soft wetness of Cindy's cunt, or even her mouth, about the length of his tube. She was laying with her hands flat against the bed, eyes open and staring up, completely exhausted. Larry was still on top of her, the boy collapsed between her tits, his cock still all of the way into her cunt and kept there only because that was its position when the last droplets of cum had finally exploded from her. His eyes were closed, and he was very close to a warm and delicious sleep.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Cindy swallowed, found the strength to raise her hand to Larry's back, touching him gently. "Oh, honey!"
He mumbled something, and licked her tit, but did not move. It was beautiful just to be laying here, soft cock completely captured by her cunt, a vein in the underside of his shaft throbbing gently in tune to the beating of his heart. He was being carried gently above her with the rise and fall of her breathing, but the motion was not enough to disturb his sense of tranquility.
Cindy glanced at Guy, looked down to see his fingers still wrapped about the base of his cock, the rod still standing strong, head terribly swollen above the white ring of the foreskin. She held out her hand, and he moved to where he could lay his cock across her palm.
"Ohhhhhh!" He touched her wrist as her fingers closed about his meat. "It hurts!"
Cindy pressed her fingers gently into his burning flesh, holding him but not stroking him. After a moment the boy sighed, and closed his eyes, happy to be in her grasp. It was as though his cock had been designed to fit inside her, her fingers now, but also her mouth, and her cunt. The terrible ache was leaving now, cock finally softening as the blood withdrew from the tissues, although it did not shrink to its normal flaccidity.
"My two beautiful cock boys," she said, stroking Larry's back with her free hand. "My two beautiful cocks."
Guy opened his eyes. "Aunt Cindy?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"Anything within reason." There would be very little that would be an unreasonable demand, to repay them for the pleasure they had given her.
"Can Billie come up, too?"
She blinked, surprised. Although it seemed now as though boycocks were the one thing she had always needed, and even though she knew that she loved both of these boys-her son most of all, but Guy as well-she had not thought about the third boy in the family. Despite what the boys said about Billie's prowess, he seemed too young to be sexually useful, boycock attractive.
But why not? She had denied herself for fourteen years, only to discover in these two that she should never have denied herself at all. She felt happy that they enjoyed her so much that they wanted to share her with Billie.
"If you'd like," she said, softly....
What would Billie's cock be like? At least a mouthful, she hoped, even if not a cuntful....
And at that instant the younger boy knocked at the door. "Aunt. Cindy? There's somebody downstairs to see you."
"What?" She looked at the boys on the bed with her, Larry raising his head from her tits. "Who is it?"
"A man," said Billie's muffled voice. "Okay!" she called. "Tell him I'll be right down!"
Who could it be? She knew nobody in this area apart from her family, for the farm had always been a place for her to escape to; she had deliberately kept to herself here, avoiding even Ellie and Fred's friends.
She dropped Guy's cock, pushed up on Larry's shoulder, the boy sliding reluctantly out of her, rolling off to lay beside his cousin. His cock, his crotch, his thighs were soaked with the juices of their fucking, their loving, cock flopping limply over his leg as the boy sighed. Cindy slid over the two boys and stood, then went to the closet for her robe, belting it around her. She found her slippers, and paused to smile down at them.
"Don't go away; we're not finished yet."
Guy groaned in mock horror, looking at Larry. "Help! She wants more of us yet!"
"She can have all of me she wants," Cindy's son answered.
But they were each glad of the chance to rest, watching her until she was out of the room, then their hands going out without spoken word or signal to touch the other's cock, holding gently to each other as their eyes closed.
Billie was standing at the head of the stairs, looking down into the living room when she came out of the bedroom. How long had the boy been out there? Had he heard the noises of fucking, and come upstairs to listen jealously? If so, then he would get his opportunity soon, and as he turned to watch Cindy come toward him, her eyes automatically dropped to the area of his crotch. But if his cock had been hard, there was no sign of it now; she could not even guess at its size, for there was a fold in his pants across the bottom of his fly, hiding it.
She touched Billie's shoulder as she came up to him, and started down the stairs, stopping halfway when she saw the man standing there in the middle of the living room.
"Jack!"
Jack Grenwal looked up to her, smiling. "Hello, Miss Locke."
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I came to see you, of course."
"But ... how? How did you know I was here? I didn't tell anyone where I was going."
"I followed you," he said, then glanced at the boy, his eyebrows raising. "I was hoping we could have a private talk."
Cindy touched Billie's shoulder again. "Honey, run along upstairs, would you? Thanks."
She came down the rest of the stairs, slowly, as she heard the boy moving along the hall. Then she walked over to the big front window, looking out into the early evening darkness.
"What do you want, Jack?" she asked.
"I want you, Cindy Locke." He caught her shoulders, turned her around. "I've wanted you for a long time. Don't you have the eyes to see?"
"No, I don't see. I'm not interested in you-can't you see that? I don't even like you!"
He smiled. "Even after yesterday?"
"Especially after yesterday!"
She turned away from him, but he reached out to catch her shoulders, spinning her around. His hands pulled her in, his arms wrapping her tight as he bent to kiss her and smell the odor of fucking and love.
"Jesus! Playing with yourself again, Miss Locke?"
Her hand stung as it struck his face, and he reached up to grab her wrist, bending it back.
"Bitch! You're so fucking holy when all you want is a big, stiff cock filling your hole!"
Cindy sagged away from him, shaking her head. "Why won't you leave me alone?"
"Because I know you don't want to be left alone, you want a man. And I'm the best goddamn man you're going to find around the Packer school."
Blinking away tears, she said, "If I fuck you once more, will that be the end of it? Will you go away and never bother me again? I mean it, Jack. I don't ever want to see you again!"
"A hundred mile trip for one session in bed, then back home again? That isn't what I figured on, Cindy, but all right. I'll settle for that. You want it right here?"
"No! Not with the boys in the house. Do you have a motel room?" He nodded, and she continued, "Well take them to the late show at the village movies. You can pay for it," she added, viciously.
"Gladly," he said, laughing. "Okay, let's get rolling. I have one aching set of lover's nuts, Miss Locke, and they want to plow your cunt inside out!"
She stared at him a moment, loathing filling her eyes. I wish I had razor blades in my cunt ... or some poisonous juice I could squeeze out to shrivel your cock up, she thought. Then she turned away, to go upstairs and tell the boys that there would be a brief intermission in the love games of the evening.
The stairs became a vision of rigid cocks, side by side, all the way up.
She opened the door to her room, and saw that Larry and Guy were still laying naked on her bed-warm and willing-and the younger boy was standing next to them, his hand down inside the top of his pants and rubbing at his cock. He wheeled around as he heard her, face flaming with embarrassment, hand jerking out of his pants only to have the other two boys leap on him from behind, Larry holding his arms while Guy yanked at his belt and his buttons, pulling his pants down to his knees to show Cindy that though young, there was nothing lacking in that department. He was shorter than his brother, but almost as thick as his cousin, with well-shaped balls that dangled like tempting fruit.
Guy caught at Billie's cock with his two fingers, working the foreskin back over his head now, but Cindy held up her hand.
"Something's come up, boys. I have to go out for a little while. How'd you like to go to the movies? There'll be fun and games when we get back, I promise."
The older boys looked at each other, shrugging. "Sure," said Larry. "We've been wanting to see the show in the village anyhow."
Billie pulled his pants back up, ears flaming, while Cindy shrugged out of the robe, tossing it toward the bed, and the younger boy's ears flamed again as he saw his aunt's tits, the golden hair of her bush, realized that the other two had not been kidding him. He really was going to have a chance to fuck a grown woman!
They dressed quickly, the two older boys and Cindy, she grabbing the first long dress she found in the closet and slipping into her shoes. She took a sweater, in case it should be chilly, but there was no point in making complicated undergarment preparations, when she was just going to be taking her dress off again in a very short time.
They went down to meet an impatient Jack, Cindy pausing to phone the hospital. It was several minutes before Fred came on, and she explained that she was taking the boys out to the movies.
"Yes, that's a good idea." He sounded worried.
"How's Ellie?"
"I'm afraid she's in for a session with this one. The doctor said the labor was false, but he's giving her some medicine to start the real labor. It might be a couple of days before we know anything for sure."
"Will you be home tonight, Fred?"
"No, I don't think so. I think I'll have them set me up a cot here. Tell the boys not to worry, Cindy."
"I will," she said. "Give Ellie our love."
Cindy insisted on taking the pickup into the village, Jack giving Larry the money for all three of them before they left the house. The boys stared at him, wondering who he was and why this unexpected generosity to strangers; but they did not argue. They wanted to ride in his Mustang II, but climbed into the pickup when Cindy spoke sharply. Jack followed her into the village; then with the boys safely into the theatre, she followed him to his motel ten miles down the state highway, just beyond the next village.
She entered his room reluctantly yet anxious to have this over and done with. She dropped her sweater and purse into the chair, kicking out of her shoes. She turned to look at him.
"Remember, Jack, after this I never want to see you again!"
"Okay, okay!" He spread his hands. "I dig, Cindy, it's your loss. We ball here, and that will be the end of it. There's plenty of other cunts anxious to get around my cock. So don't think I need you."
"I wish I knew why you wanted me at all," she said, undoing her dress and shrugging it off her shoulders. She paused with it at her waist, tits revealed clearly in the light coming from the motel room's bathroom area, the features of her body in silhouette.
"I guess it's just because you're such an elusive bitch," he said, coming over to take her into his arms, dress held up now by the pressure of his body against hers. One hand touched at her breast, lifting it gently, then capturing the nipple between two fingers, while the other went behind her back, pressing her down as he bent to meet her lips. The kiss was easy, as though he were no longer in a driving hurry as he had been during the rape.
"I don't like to take no for an answer," he said, nibbling at her lower lip. "It frustrates me."
Cindy surrendered herself to him, relaxing completely, not fighting him yet not cooperating in any way. Her hands went to his back for a moment, then dropped to her side, and he noticed the gesture. But he said nothing, letting his one arm trace the curve of her ass now, her dress dropping to the floor as his finger probed between the cleft of her globes. She winced at the touch of him against the sphincter, but he did not try to penetrate. He was rubbing her tits now with the one hand, bending to kiss them, running his lips and tongue over the tops of them, biting at each of the nipples in turn. Then he sucked as much of each tit into his mouth as he could hold, biting into the flesh of them and forcing her to cry out in protest.
He grinned. "You do have feelings. I thought maybe you were a robot."
"Please! Don't hurt me...."
"Don't worry, baby, I don't get my jollies that way. I like to be the boss, but I don't beat up on my women-I just kick their asses until they understand just what's what. Undress me!"
She stared at him until he repeated the demand, roughly. Then she reached out to undo his belt, open the top of his pants. He stopped her before she could pull the zipper, moving her fingers to the buttons of his shirt. She worked with them until it was completely open, then lifted it from him as he shrugged his shoulders back. Then she let him put her hands on his flat belly, beneath his T-shirt, and with that signal lifted it from him, pulling it over his head.
Now Jack made her sink to her knees, slip his shoes from his feet. She returned to his trousers then, undoing the zipper, the material falling away in a wide vee to reveal the bulge of his cock within his shorts. He spread his legs a bit more as Cindy tugged his trousers down, looking up at the weight of his cock and balls over her face. Then she was lifting the pants off his feet, tugging the socks after them, leaving him only with the shorts.
He caught at her arm as she reached for the waistband of his undershorts, pulling her up so that her face and tits and belly slid over the bulge of his cock, feeling it growing within the pocket of his underpants. Now he was wrapping his arms around her to kiss her again even as he led her in the direction of the bed. There, he paused to kiss her once more, his tongue driving deep into her throat, fucking against her teeth, pushing down on her own tongue. Then he was forcing her down to her knees again, her face sliding down his sweat-wetted chest and belly, held short against the bulge of his now-stiff cock.
"Take 'em off!" he ordered, and she reached up to do as he asked, working his shorts slowly over his hips, the elastic catching over his stiff cock and holding there until she at last had to reach up, pull the fabric over the shaft, feeling the flaming heat that came from his organ.
Now it was free, over her, his balls drawn up against the underside by the tension of his desire, the veins out-lined heavily, marching in irregular order over the surface of his cock. In the uncertain light of the room his prick seemed darker than his body, almost black, as she finally tugged his shorts down to his ankles, pulling them from him.
His hand went to the top of her head, pressing her down, holding her at the level of his knee.
"Stay right there," he said now. "Look straight up at me."
She did so, and was staring right at his cock, seeing it projecting at a forty-five degree angle out from his body, the balls an apple-shaped cluster hanging to the bottom of his branch. Cindy touched the back of Jack's legs for support, feeling the thick coating of hair there, seeing the swirling curls that marched up his thighs to the thicker patch at the center of his crotch. Now she could see individual hairs, wiry and standing out, visible against the flesh of his upper body, Jack grinning as he stared down at her with his hands at his hips.
"You look good there," he said. "Bitch! You belong at a man's feet, with a cock hanging over your face. Come up slow and suck my balls!"
A sob caught in her throat, but she rose as he commanded, until the weight of that terrible cock was pressing down into her face. It was nothing at all like the boycocks she had loved this day, almost misshapen in its gross power. Her lips touched the hair of his balls, then pressed against the sac, Cindy almost gagging.
"Take them in your mouth!"
She stretched her mouth as wide open as possible to do as he wanted, biting down gently on the sac, feeling the heavy eggs in her mouth now. She chewed gently, afraid to hurt him, afraid of what he might do to her in return. He sighed, his cock quivering as it rested against her forehead, and she released his balls to run her tongue up the underside of the shaft. He shivered then, and bucked at her, banging her face with his cockhead until she reached up to catch it, taking the swollen glans into her mouth. She sucked on him there drawing down on the shaft perhaps an inch; but she could take no more of him. The throat that had opened so willingly to her son's cock, which wasn't that much smaller than what Jack was forcing on her now, tightened, refused to accept him, rejecting his prick even as he tried to fuel into her mouth. She gagged, and tried to pull completely away, and he relented.
"Bitch!" His hand wrapped into her hair, pulling her up now, his cock dropping its heavy weight through the valley of her tits. He held her there a moment, reaching down to press her tits around his cock, fucking into them a few strokes, but that wasn't what he wanted from her. He was anxious to bury his shaft completely within her tight twat, wanted to make her scream with the agony of accepting his huge prick.
He pulled her up the rest of the way, kissing her roughly, his hands pawing at her tits, and he was pushing her back onto the bed, forcing her over until she lay beneath him, trapped under the weight of his body. His leg was between her thighs, knee pressing against the mound of her cunt as his chest bore her down, flattened her tits, his lips smothering her face with his kisses. Cindy tried not to gag, to choke, wanting to turn away from him, from his breath. But she couldn't. She could not let herself surrender to the disgust that wanted to rise up from her stomach, sickening her at his touch, his feel.
Now both of Jack's legs were between her thighs, he moving down, his cock leaving a trail of wet across her belly and down into her crotch until the head was dropping its heavy weight through the top of her cleft, sinking into her cunt as she opened her legs to him. He found the entrance, probed forward far enough to become set, then slammed his full weight against her, twice the power that Larry could muster, driving his cock deep within her cunt and against her womb on the very first stroke. But his balls were still a fraction of an inch away from penetrating the bottom of her cunt; he drew back, slammed again, and this time was buried completely within her.
"Ohhhhhh!" Cindy could not help herself, had to let the sound escape. It felt as though the hot shaft of his cock were riding straight up the middle of her gut, past her tits and almost to her throat. The burning sensation was all over her body now-not the good burning of the boycocks penetrating to her innermost chamber of desire, but a painful thing that made her want to cry out.
"Bitch!" he said again, the word barely more than a whisper, a triumphant announcement of his superiority. His arm went around her neck, his lips trapping her own and forcing her into another driving kiss that sent his tongue probing, and when he drew back, sucked her tongue between his teeth, where he bit down on them, teasing her, torturing her.
But he could wait no longer. His cock was seated now, and his loins demanded that he began the driving onslaught of his fucking, forcing himself into her with all of the power he could command. He rode back, drove into her, forcing her across the bed, her ass sliding over the cheap fabric of the motel bedspread and capturing the design in her flesh. He stroked into her once, ten times, thirty times-knew that he was at climax, that his seed was boiling from his balls, his guts churning as they threw his sperm deep into her cunt. Still Jack fucked into her, forcing his cock deep into her cunt even as he came, fucked until there was nothing left in him, only the scant breath that escaped from his teeth.
"Aggggggghhhhhh h , shit! I'm cumminnnnnngggggg!" he screamed. "Bitch! Fucking goddamn bitch! I'm cummminnnnnggg!!"
CHAPTER NINE
He held himself over her a moment, then pulled out of her, collapsing to lay beside her. Cindy's eyes opened then, as she heard the harsh breathing of the man, and she looked toward him. Jack's forearm was across his face, his cock half-soft now, across his thigh, but still pointed straight at her. His cum still slicked the head, a trail of off-white caught under a fold of the foreskin, his cock wet with the juices that had been forced from the folds of her cunt. But she had not cum with him-would not let herself cum to his instrument.
But it was over ... She sat up, started to get up from the bed, when he opened his eyes, looked at her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"You've had your romance," she said. "I lived up to my part of the bargain; I'm going home."
"Oh, no you're not!"
His hand reached out to grab her wrist, pull her back, Jack rising to his knees to catch her Cindy struggled, tried to break free, but he had h in both hands now, was forcing her back onto the bed, belly down. He straddled her, his legs wrapped around her thighs, his hands holding her wrist pinned to the bed.
"You'll go when I say you can go!" he said panting. "I'm not done with my fucking yet, Mi Locke! I've got one more load to throw yet. May then I'll let you go. Maybe, if you're fucking nice to me!"
She was sobbing now, but Jack ignored h tears, one hand releasing her to move back down her ass, spreading her globes so that he could inspect her there. One finger probed at her rectum, and she screamed.
"No! Please-not there! Please!"
"All right, bitch. Shit! I was looking forward to dipping my stick in your shit tube, but I don't want you making so much noise that the manager has to call the cops. Shut up, understand?"
He slapped her ass then with his open hand, and Cindy quivered, but bit down on her lip, forcing her words and sobs back into her throat. But the tears continued to come, soaking into the cheap bedding.
Jack moved farther down her legs now, lifting his own to be within her thighs, hands squeezing the globes of her ass as though he could squeeze out more of her love juice that way. He settled back on his heels as he pulled up on her ass, her hips, until she was on her own knees. Then he rose up over her, pointing his cock between her legs, running it into her cunt.
"Spread your knees!" he said, and she moved to oblige, anxious to have this horror over, this assault done with. He reached down to position his cock against the entrance and suddenly threw himself into her, forcing all the way in, his hands going beneath Cindy to play with the nipples of her tits. The violence of his move rocked her forward, onto her face, and the tears started again. But he ignored the sobs, ignored the way her body was trembling with fear, intent only on his penetration of her cunt with his cock.
Cindy felt him ease back, then ride up in her again, and it was as though he were ripping her rectum apart, assaulting it from the other side of the lining. His cock seemed bigger than before, filling her guts now until she could stand it no longer, the force of his expanding flesh shoving up at her and pushing down into her gut at the same moment.
Jack held to her for a moment, his belly across her back, his hands busying themselves with her tits again. When he started to fuck, it was only a short stroke at first, barely an inch in each direction, making her ass quiver, her tits shake. He did that half a dozen times, and suddenly he was pulling all the way back, to throw himself into her full force, almost knocking her forward and off her knees. His cock struck bottom and was instantly flying back through the channel of her cunt until the swollen glans was battering from within at the outer lips. The stroke repeated, the pace of the fucking more furious than when he had taken her in normal fashion, riding heavy on her now, making her bear all the weight of his body as his knees rose high with each throw into her cunt.
Cindy sobbed for breath, her hands tearing at the bedding, pushing back as she felt the imperceptible pause at the backstroke, for she realized that only by making him cum quickly would she be able to escape this torment. At first her cunt was passive, accepting his penetrating cock but doing nothing more than he forced from it to increase his pleasure in the act. But now she began to work her wall muscles, milking down on him, drawing on him as he was plunging full into her, holding him back as he tried to withdraw, making him gasp with unexpected and delighted surprise.
"Yeah, bitch! Do it-keep it up! Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me, baby bitch cunt-fuck mppppppppl"
Now Cindy felt her own responses stirring, although she wanted nothing from this man but to escape from his power. But her body was controlled now by the basic animal responses of her organs, paying no attention to the part of her brain that thought, and planned vengeance. The cockhead was bringing her cunt to life, forcing her toward the peak of ecstasy that would mean the culmination of the act, of the physical loving that obeyed only the pounding of the blood, ignoring the desires of the heart. She was working back at him now with every downstroke, thrusting her ass toward him, pulling away as he started back, the muscles of her cunt so tight against him that there was no chance for even the blood in his cock veins to escape, much less that which maintained the force of his erection.
"Oh, God!" She couldn't help herself. "Please, Jack-fuck meeeeeee!"
"Yeah, baby bitch, Yeahhhhhh rrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! Jesus I'm cumminnnnnggggggg!"
His seed flew into her, traveling in an instant from his balls to the back of her womb, to meet the first outpouring of her own orgasm, hated, unwanted, but there in answer to his manipulation of her body.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God! I'm cumminnnnnnggggggggg!"
"Bitch! Fucking bitch! Take me, cunt, whore! Take my cock, my cum-take meeeeeee!"
Jack slammed into her one last time, holding himself deep within the channel of her cunt, his hands grabbing at her pelvis and forcing Cindy to an upright position herself. Her tits seemed to be drawing her down as he arched her stomach forward, the force of her cumming working the muscles of her belly and cascading from her cunt and out onto her thighs, escaping around his cock and his balls and flooding both sets of thighs until at last the wild spasms of his cock slowed, stopped, ended.
They hung together that way a moment longer, Cindy's fingers splayed along her thighs, her head leaning back beside Jack's face, eyes staring unseen into the darkness of the room. Then the strain was leaving his attitude, the tension draining out. He reflexed, leaning forward, and she followed him, bending as he withdrew his cock. There was a puddle of their cum on the bedding below her, and for a moment she supported herself on hands and knees. Then she began to move toward the edge of the bed, finally getting her feet on the floor, standing, and immediately sitting on the edge of the other bed.
"Well!" Jack went to his pants, pulled out cigarettes. He offered her one, surprised when she accepted it, lit it for her. Cindy dragged the smoke deep into her lungs, her sides aching with the exertion of the just-finished fucking.
"Well," he said again, sitting several feet away from her. "You are some fuck, Miss Locke! Wow!"
"Are you satisfied?" she asked, trickling smoke from her nostrils in a way she hadn't tried since college.
"Yeah, honey! I am drained!"
"I can go now?"
"If you don't want to stick around for a drink."
"I don't want to stick around at all. I meant what I said, Jack, I don't ever want to see you again. Not here, not at school. There's only seven weeks of school left. If you're coming back to Packer next year, then I'm not."
"Hey, Cindy! Don't get so goddamn hardnosed. I said I'd leave you along, and I will. But, shit, I'm not going to quit my job! And you're a goddamn fool it you quit yours!"
"Maybe I've been a fool for years, but I'm changing now! All right, we'll see what happens these next seven weeks. I may quit regardless. I may be doing a great many things in the very near future. Whatever, my plans do not include you!"
"Okay!" He threw up his hands. "Okay, if that's what you want. Good-bye, Miss Locke, and thanks for the great fuck!"
Cindy stood, crushing the cigarette in an ashtray. She looked at Jack a moment, then turned to dress quickly, glad that it was such a simple matter. Then she was hurrying to the door, escaping into the night that was cooling off now. She didn't reply to his last words.
There was an hour left of the movie. Cindy debated buying a ticket to see the last part of it, but knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the screen with the turmoil that troubled her thoughts now. There was plenty of gas in the truck, so she drove around for the best part of the hour, pulling up the curb in front of the theater five minutes before the boys were due out.
They were right on time, laughing and punching each other in the arms as they climbed into the cab, Billie pushed closest to Cindy. The boy looked at his aunt, and suddenly realized that her tits were almost pushed into his face, and he fell embarrassedly silent.
"Enjoy the movies?"
"Yeah!" said Larry. "It was great, but I'm starved! Can we stop at the Copper Kettle for pizza, Mom?"
"Yeah!" agreed Guy. "I feel like I haven't eaten for two months!"
She smiled; it was no wonder they were hungry, considering the demands made on their bodies' energy-store. And she was hungry herself; she agreed readily, and five minutes later they were in a booth in the back room of the local bar-restaurant, the family room. Fifteen minutes after that they were digging into a Special, with heaps of everything except the green peppers that Cindy had veotoed.
Half an hour later they were back at the house....
"I'm beat!" said Guy, dragging himself dramatically up the steps to the back porch. "Worn out!"
"Too tired to finish what we started earlier?" asked Cindy, smiling.
"No way!" cried the boy. "I'm with you!"
"Okay, then, showers for everybody."
"What?" protested Billy. "I had a shower just before supper. I haven't done anything to get dirty!"
"Showers," she repeated firmly, "for everybody-including me."
She let the boys go first, and found that there was almost no hot water left for her own session under the nozzle; but the cool water was refreshing as well, washing the cum and sweat from her quickly. She soaped well between her legs, and into her cunt, and when she was dry, used a generous portion of talc. She heard the boys rough-housing in their room when she came naked from the bathroom, and stopped, to look in and see three young cocks flying about the place as they seemed to be racing over the beds. Three delicious young cocks, she amended, soon to be tasted within her lips and felt within her cunt.
"Hey!" She whistled between her teeth, a trick she hadn't tried since childhood, and finally caught their attention. Larry and Guy were laughing, ready to pelt each other with pillows; but now all three stopped, Billie staring at her as though he still couldn't believe his good fortune.
"Shall we go, my young Romeos? Everybody into bed-my bed!"
Larry deliberately ran into her, nearly bowling her over-then stopped to throw his arms about her again, pressing his face against her tits.
"You're the greatest Mom in the world!"
"And you've got a chance to prove yourself the greatest son in the world, so get your balls ready for another royal workout."
They walked together down the hall to her room, Cindy's arm about his shoulder, Larry's arm about her waist, leaning against her. They found Guy and Billie already sitting in the middle of the bed, covers thrown back over the footboard. Cindy was pleased to see that Billie was already standing hard, although the boy was trying to cover his erection with his hand.
"Well, now," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Larry climbed into the center to join the others, the three of them in a row with their feet tucked back under their ankles. "Billie hasn't had a chance to play yet, so we'll let him be first. Okay?"
"Sure!" the other two said together, although the younger boy's face flamed again. He blushed much more easily than the others, and his complexion showed every increase in temperature much more than it did on Larry's darker skin.
"What shall we do with him?" she asked. "Or to him?"
"Ask him what he wants," suggested Larry.
"All right. What do you want to do first, Billie?"
"I don't know," he said, lifting a shoulder to shrug. "Anything, I guess."
"Have you ever been with a girl?" she asked.
"Only Millicent Morgan, and she wasn't very good."
"When did you have Millicent?" demanded Guy.
"Oh, a while ago," said Billie.
"So you're not a complete virgin," said Cindy. "Well, you have a tasty meat stick there, Billie boy, so why not give me a taste of it?"
He blushed even deeper, and looked at his brother, his head bending. "I'd rather fuck, if you don't mind...."
"I don't mind one bit, honey! Okay, make room for me, guys, I'm coming aboard."
They shifted around as Cindy climbed into the center of the bed, glad that it was such a huge old thing although with four it was reaching its capacity now. But there was room enough, and it was certainly comfortable enough; she doubted that this mattress had seen this much fucking in one day in its entire existence.
Billie was still shy, even with the other boys urging him on, but at last he climbed between Cindy's legs, supporting himself on hands and knees. The boy was staring straight at her tits, and she reached down to take one hand.
"Touch them, honey," she said, softly. "It's all right, I don't have a mouse trap there. You can kiss my tit if you want, and suck on it."
He came up far enough to touch his lips to her then, and withdrew quickly, looking around to see if the others were laughing. But Larry and Guy smiled at him, encouraging him. More confident now, he came back to kiss the nipple once more, and even to suck it into his mouth. Cindy reached up to tousle his hair, as the boy reached his hands up to feel the shape of her tit, his knees drawing farther into her crotch. She looked down at him, beneath his shoulder, to see his cock standing hard, pointing straight down. She touched his shoulder then, and the boy eased himself down to lay between her legs, keeping his position on her tit. He was just long enough for his cock to fit there at the opening to her cunt and looked up with a shock when the outer lips of her cunt opened to take him in, bringing him all the way down into her at the very first movement.
"Oh, Billie!" She sighed. "You feel so good there...."
Her eyes closed, Cindy felt the other two boys moving up to lay beside her. She reached out and found that their cocks were in perfect position for her hands; she grasped them, the boys laying on their sides and fucking into her fingers as Billie began his first strokes into her cunt.
He moved awkwardly at first, trying to look up at her face, trying to hold himself off her, as though his weight would be troublesome. She smiled again, and took her hands from Larry and Guy long enough to pat his back, pressing him down between her tits; burying his face in the valley. The boy fucked into her again, not trying so hard now, and quickly the act became regular, the rhythm established, his cock probing far enough back to make her sigh with pleasure, although he was not big enough to fill her completely.
Billie rode into her, his almost-twelve-year-old cock working against the same muscles that had so recently been violated by Jack Grenwal. But there was no pain from his fucking, the boy's prick a wonderfully warm rod that penetrated just far enough in her to spread its warmth even farther, through her tissues and into her blood stream.
And now Cindy tightened down on him, used the muscles of her cunt to hold him so that he could not have escaped if he wanted to, capturing the head of his cock when he was at the instant of withdrawal and stopping his backstroke, masturbating his meat as he rode deep into her, working now to get through her, gasping with pleasure at the feeling that seemed to flood through his guts.
"Oh, boy!" cried the boy. "I ... never felt ... anything ... like this! Ohhhhhhh! I think I'm cumming, Aunt Cindy! I am-I'm cumming! Agggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
His perfectly shaped pecker pumped into her, plunging through her cunt as it brought to her the message of his love in his seed. His ass was pounding down on her wildly, their bellies slapping together with a loud noise, the breath panting in and out of his mouth, the boy riding to an excitement he had only imagined in dreams, hoped for in moments of playing with himself and found that the reality was greater than any of the dreams, any imaginations. He fucked into the woman, forgetting that she was a woman, an adult, his aunt, enjoying the sensation that she was sending through his entire body. And Cindy was responding in turn, her orgasm beginning in the same instant that his balls threw out the first tiny spirulettes of the boy's cum, the two of them riding together to the peak of excitement, responding lustily to the age-old signals of body pleasure that was the greatest pleasure of all, the only reason for the human race to continue to exist.
Billie cried out: "Oh, God! Help meeeeeeee! Help me, somebody! My gut's tearing, my balls are melting, I'm falling inside out! Agggggghhhhhhhh!"
"Oh, honey!" Cindy wrapped her legs around his tiny ass, tried to pull him ever deeper into the depths of her cunt, throwing her juices out against him, flooding his cock, his balls, flooding his crotch and his legs, pouring out more juice than she would have dreamed possible.
"I'm cumminnnnnngggggggg!" she cried. "Agggggghhhhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck me, Billie, fuck me! F u c k-f u c k-f u c k-f u c k-f u c k AAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
The breath escaped from their lungs, fled their bodies, emptied against each other, and their brains did not remember to breathe back in, leaving them aching, eyes burning, blood pounding empty of fuel. They rode together to an impossible peak, the boy almost standing between her legs as he plowed his cock up against her cunt, across her clit, lighting the never-ending fire with Cindy's whole being....
And then they slowed, stopped, hung together for an instant of eternity, collapsed....
The boy dropped heavily across her, unable to hold himself in tension another instant. His cock was still deep within her, but it was already softening, shrinking back, coming away. Cindy's cunt relaxed, and Billie's prick popped out, dropping down between her legs, the length of it pressing along the crack of her outer lips as she touched her hand lightly to his back, gasped breath into her lungs.
Larry and Guy touched him then, bringing his head up. He looked at his brother, and then at his cousin, blinking as though not understanding what had happened, where he was. Then he looked up the length of his aunt's body, over her tits, to see that she was smiling down at him.
"Well?" demanded Guy. "How was it?"
Billie smiled, and did not answer. He rested his head on her breast again, feeling too weak to move away, but the other boys had ideas of their own.
"Come on, Billie!" said Larry. "You're not going to hog her all to yourself, you know. We want another chance to fuck, too!"
"Go 'way," the boy mumbled. "I'm not moving. I died and went to Heaven, and I'm gonna stay right here!"
Cindy laughed, and reached down to tug at him, pulling him up now, holding him above her so that his face was smiling down into her own, his knees barely above her crotch, his cock dangling limply, but pointed straight at the target of her cunt, like the needle of a compass returning always to its magnetic home.
"Don't be greedy, honey," she said. "Everybody can have a share of what I've got, and seconds, too. But you have to let Larry and Guy in, too."
Billie smiled, a silly grin, his arms dangling. "Can I go to sleep with my dick in your pussy tonight, Aunt Cindy?"
"Why ... maybe. We'll see. First we'll see if we can wear your pecker right off.
Lowering him, she hugged him tightly, smiling at the older boys ... knowing that in moments they would each be within her cunt again....
CHAPTER TEN
Billie accepted her half-promise, and when she let him down again, rolled over onto his back, legs and arms stretched wide, pecker dangling limply over his thigh. His brother reached to touch him there, making the younger fellow bring up his knee protectively.
"Hey! Damn you, Guy!"
"Take it easy, short cock," said the older boy, laughing. "Nobody's gonna hurt you. I just wanted to see if you could stand up hard again so quick."
"Sure I can!" piped Billie. "You know I can stay hard, no matter how many times I cum. You watched me do it."
Now Larry was sliding between his mother's legs, coming up on her, his cock standing out as his face licked from the top of her slit up her belly, and then between her tits. The boy played with her nipples for a moment, but his cock had completely recovered its strength in the hours at the movie, fueled by the pizza afterward. He could wait no longer: he drove into her then, entering easily, his prick pushing past pudenda and pressing prettily on her clit, then stroking all the way back to the end of her passage. Cindy was sure now that Larry's cock had grown today: it was definitely longer than it had been at first fucking, only six and a half hours ago! It didn't seem possible, so much had happened in the intervening hours. She tried to count the number of times he had cum in that time, but could not, lost with the welter of cock cummings that she had experienced that day-far more than had happened during her entire lifetime.
His hands moved along her arms, and she sighed, knees riding up to open her cunt wider to his cock, back arching naturally as the muscles of her sex tried to drag him all the way inside.
"Oh, honey, fuck me now!"
"Oh, Momma!" He nuzzled against her neck. "I love you, Momma!"
"And I love you, Larry ... son! I love you more than I ever thought I could love anybody ... but I need you as well! Make me feel you, Larry-make me know that you're inside me! Fuck me!"
"Christ!" The boy worked at her tits with the fingers of his left hand, his asshole tightening as he tried to force his cock a little farther into her ... and then he drew back for the first stroke, stomach muscles clenching now as his entire body prepared for the onslaught against his mother's sexual defenses. But this was to be no battle, for she was wide open to him, welcoming him in with every bit of love and desire that her emotions could generate. They hung together in tension for an eternal second, waiting for the signal ... and then Larry was plunging home, driving his cock down against her, returning to his mother all of the love that was within him, giving her everything that he possessed, everything that he could create, everything that he was. They fucked together, rode together, desire fueling them both, holding on to each other as they reached out once more for the climactic human experience, boycock expanding and swelling and growing within the tightening walls of his mother's cunt.
"Oh fuck!" Cindy clawed at her son's back.
"Jesus Christ!" Larry felt his blood pounding heavily as it was fired by her passion.
"Jesusssssssssss! Fuck me, Momma-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! You're tearing my cock off! I can't stand it! Fuck me, Momma! I'm cumminnnnnngggggg!"
They rose together to the peak, balanced there for an eternity, the world the stars the universe a wheeling corruscating pinwheel of blood-crazed colored lights as they revolved with it, against it, over it, everything else going one way while they were off in a direction of their own. Sweat poured from the boy's body, gathered in a puddle on his mother's belly as Cindy gasped for breath, reached up to her son's fucking to drag down the energy to continue her own cunt-working, her own passionate plea for something that was greater than life, better than death, all that would exist for the rest of forever. They flew together, rose together, pumped together until their cum was spewing forth again, filling each other to bursting with the food of their lives.
"Agggggghhhhhhhh!" The boy gave out, collapsed onto his mother, his weight hitting her heavily, bruising her tits with his fists, his forehead striking her chin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Cindy felt him, felt the strength drain from him, felt the pain where he landed on her, but it was a pain no greater than pleasure, for it was caused by the one that she loved most of all.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" they sighed, together, collapsing then, finished at last, done with this fucking....
The other boys watched them for a moment, Billie playing with his cock now, staring wild-eyed, wondering if he had looked like that when he was in the throes of his explosion. Guy touched him, arm going around his younger brother's shoulders to hug him tight. Billie responded by touching his fingers to Guy's thigh, feeling along his kneeling leg to his cock, touching that then, unable to take his eyes from the collapsed pair in front of him. He felt the heat in his brother's cock, looked down to see that it was thrusting up in wild impatient jerkings even when he drew his fingers away, Guy anxious to be in the place just known to the other two boys.
And now Larry was withdrawing from Cindy's cunt, rolling over on his back, collapsing as Billie had collapsed. The youngest boy moved to his side, touched his fingers to Larry's wet belly, traced a path through the cum that coated him....
While Guy moved over Cindy, held himself above her for a moment, looking down until she opened her eyes and smiled her approval of his desire. He lowered himself onto her, his cock slipping quickly along the inner thigh and through the trail of four cummings, two by Cindy herself, and one each from Billie and Larry. He lowered his weight onto her belly, kissing her nipples, sucking in on them as his hands rubbed along her sides, counting her ribs. Cindy reached down to him, her hands taking his upper arms, patting him gently as he paid obeisance to the fount of motherhood, and moved quickly down to her womanhood, licking between her thighs with short jabbings of his tongue, tasting the cum there, picking out the flavor of Billie and the flavor of Larry, settling longest where there was the strongest flavor of Cindy herself. She gasped, knees opening wider to accept him more easily, back arching and ass raising to bring the lips of her cunt into greater prominence so that he could suck as deep into her as he wished.
The boy circled the outer lips of her cunt with his tongue, his cock pressing terribly hard against the sheet below him, his hands tracing the shape of her perlis, moving down to the top of her slit. Now his fingers were opening her wide, his face lifting to let him stare deep into the cunt passage, into the depths of her womanness. The odor of fucking was strong, but he accepted it, breathed it in, glorying in it until he buried his face once more in her snatch, eating hungrily at the juices gathered there.
But now he could wait no longer. He withdrew from her cunt, looked up at her, cum dangling from the tip of his nose. He grinned, his tongue darting out to steal the droplet and drag it into his lips before it could fall, wasted. And now he was climbing up on her, sliding up her length, finding the valley of her tits, their bellies meeting at last as his cock moved naturally into the gaping maw of her passage. She accepted him in, swallowed his cock with her cunt, her hands bringing him up her body until he could advance no farther, caught there on the hook of his cock within her. His ass quivered, fucking up at her with tiny darting motions, and she relaxed to him, willing him to do whatever his cock willed.
Guy hesitated a moment, his cock squeezed by the walls of her cunt, his balls working up and down as his asshole flexed open and close, the feeling sending a shiver up his spine and around into his chest, to his nipples. He felt a crawling sensation in the small of his back, shivering again as he looked down at Cindy, their eyes meeting, her smile inviting him to do what his boy sex demanded, commanded. She held onto his cock with her cunt, her stomach contracting as she tried to pull his farther into her channel, the sharp head of his prick pressing up against the top of her passage, working now with the signals from his balls. But he could hold back no longer: he began his movement within her, holding on to Cindy as his cock slid gently back, almost popped free, stopped only by the tightening of her muscles about the head. Now his cock was growing even larger within her, finding new storage places for the blood that swelled it, drove it, until he was as thick as his younger brother, wishing that he was as thick as Larry.
He fucked into her, cock moving easily, sliding along the lubricated walls of her cunt, meeting no obstacle until its very roots were buried within her, only his groin holding him back from penetrating farther. Chest heaving, the boy fucked into the woman, threw himself now with more force, riding up to the peak of excitement. His breath came in short pants, red curls bobbing on his forehead as his head moved up and down with the long sliding stroking motions, tongue darting between teeth and lips that bit down, trapping the tip there. Swallowing, Guy fucked into Cindy, pushing himself completely within her cunt, pulling himself back reluctantly yet anxiously, knowing that only in withdrawal could he find the place to begin another wonderful driving thrilling stroke into the depths of the woman-flesh, the mother-cunt, the eternal hole in which men would always seek to hide, boys always yearn for in memory of the place that gave them birth.
Soon, too soon, his cum was boiling, the driving prodding head of his prick stirring the woman to answer his summons, finding the key in her nervous system that signaled one more outpouring of her cum, her passion, her very reason for living.
"Agggggghhhhhhhhhh!" His breath-panted, caught in his throat. "Garrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! Oh God oh Jesus oh Christ oh fuck fuck fuck meeeeeeee!"
They exploded together then, Guy pouring his guts into her, Cindy washing him away again with the juice of her loving and her desire, until they finally rode over the top together, collapsed together, fell across the bed in a crumpled heap of exhausted human tissue ... and even then the breath escaped from the boy in a sigh that was pure pleasure accepted and acknowledged and thanked.
Chest heaving, he rolled from her, a wide smile brightening his face as he stared up at the ceiling. His tongue licked over his lips, caught a droplet of sweat, found the vestiges of her taste and took it in eagerly as Billie moved beside him, touching his cock now, repaying him for what he had done a few minutes earlier. Guy winced, his knee raising protectively, but he didn't try to stop the younger boy. Right now they could have cut his cock away and he could not have fought them.
Cindy's eyes closed as she sought the strength to continue with his love game, for she knew that the boys were not yet satisfied. Their energy was young, their strength never-ending; they would want to stay with her until she at last found the way to exhaust them all, although at this moment she could not imagine how that would happen.
Now Guy was lifting himself up to roll over her legs again, burying his face in her still sopping cunt, smelling his own cum and sweat, tasting her juices, licking eagerly at the product of their fucking. Cindy automatically opened her legs to him, but now Larry was jealous, moving beside him, bending to service her as well. The boys licked together, into her hole, Billie getting up onto his knees to peer over their backs, his youngest cock standing strong again. Although he had never considered such a thing, would have made a face if it had been suggested, he saw that the older boys were enjoying this greatly, wanted to dive down with them. And when Guy realized that his brother was trying to get at her cunt too he made room for him, the three boys licking into her in succession, tasting in turn until at last Cindy spewed forth another offering of her love juices, trapped first in Billie's mouth, but in bountiful enough supply that the others could drink their fill as well.
Now Billie was climbing up onto her again, sliding his cocklet into her cunt, floating over her on the surface slick of her love's lubricity until he was completely within her once more. The boy made two or three tentative motions, then was driving deep into her once more, Cindy unable to help him this time, unable to do anything more than lay there beneath him, completely open to him.
"What the fuck is this?"
Her eyes opened, the boys and she looking together to the door, Billie stopping in his fucking stroke and sliding out completely, eyes staring widely as he saw the shape of his father there, leaning against the jamb.
"I asked a question, damnit!"
Fred lurched into the room, rubbing his circled eyes, moving to where he could grab to the bottom rail of the bed for support. He stared down at the boys, saw the evidences of their fucking in the cum-slicks that still coated their crotches; then he lifted his eyes to stare into those of his sister-in-law.
"Whore! Filthy bitch cunt! What sort of insane pervert are you, stealing boys to satisfy your lust?"
The boys were moving away from him now, slipping off the bed, moving into the corner, huddling together for protection. Their cocks were soft now, and Billie was trying to hide himself from his father's wrath, but there was no place for them to go.
And Cindy couldn't escape at all. She had to lie there, staring at the man, unable to find the words to answer his charges, his true charges.
"God!" Now he was unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. In seconds he was dressed only in shorts and his cock poked through the fly of those, and head obscenely red and gleaming, a drop of fluid already welling out of the hole as it pointed straight at her. He let go of the bed, staggering slightly as he dropped his undershorts and revealed his full growth, his cock the largest Cindy had ever seen, larger by far than Jack Grenwal's, almost twice as big as her son's. It was thick, and red over the entire length, heavily veined. Was this the instrument that had planted the seeds of Guy and Billie in her sister?
"God!" he said again, more softly this time, crawling up onto the bed, moving to her. His hands reached out to touch her tits, gently at first, then grabbing at her flesh, digging into her even though she winced with pain, manipulating her roughly. He was between her legs, cock moving toward her cunt, and Cindy opened herself to him, knowing that it would be easier to surrender to him from the first, to accept what he was going to do....
But Fred had plans of his own: he caught at her hips, forcing her to turn over, moving above her, his hands clenching her sides, thumbs digging in to leave deep red marks. He moved his cock against the cleft of her ass, his knees forcing her legs far apart, the head of his prick moving down toward the sphincter.
"No!" She screamed in terror, knowing what he intended, but there was no one to hear but the boys, and they dared not move from their place in the corner. They stared in fascination at the man's cock, his two sons and his nephew, watching him probe between the cheeks of her ass, pause as he was at the gate. Then he stopped, moving his cock between her legs to pick up the natural lubrication already there, and came back before Cindy could hope that he was going to relent. Head of his cock now slick, he paused a moment with it pressed against the brown sphincter, then suddenly broke through the barrier, ignoring the tension in her body, ignoring the pressure she tried to exert to keep him out, ignoring the scream of pain that ripped through the night.
Cindy fainted ... but was unconscious no more than a moment, eyes opening again to recognize that he had come completely into her in that moment, filled her rectum with the meat of his cock. The pain was terrible, a burning sensation that seemed to be splitting her apart....
And then he began to fuck her, words gasping from his lips as he bottomed out with each stroke:
"Do you know ... what it's ... like not to ... know a woman? Damn you! Not to be fucked ... for five months! To ... lie with her ... in bed ... and not be ... able to fuck her!"
She moaned ... then recognized that something strange was happening. The pain was diminishing now, leaving her, leaving only a warm sensation within her rectum as he drove his cock all the way into her. There was a bang of pain when he reached the bottom of the stroke, holding there so long as he held his cock within her. But it was gone again, just as the terrible pain of her ravished hymen had vanished, to be replaced by the warm glow of Pablito's cock filling her cunt. Was it possible that a woman had two hymens, one at each entrance?
"Do you ... think ... I'm not man?"
He roared with triumph then, his climax coming after no more than a minute, no more than thirty strokes into her soft depths.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Jesus! Fucking bitch, take me! Take meeeeeee!!"
And then he collapsed, his cock sliding out as he moved back from her, rolled free of her, laying on his back with one arm over his forehead, the other palm up at his side. His great red cock fell flat against his body, and now his face contorted with pain as he looked at his sons.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesus God, what am I? An animal to fuck before my children? Forgive me, God!"
Cindy moaned then, and tried to gather the strength to get up, but collapsed on her side. She stared at him.
"Fred ... I'm sorry."
"No." He refused her apology. "I'm the one to be sorry. I was drunk, Cindy, a fool. There was nothing more I could do for Elbe tonight, so I went out and got drunk. I came home because I couldn't go to the hospital in this condition. I'm sorry."
"But ... I fucked your boys!"
His eyes flickered, looked to them again. "You're not the first to fuck them, I'll wager ... and I'd a lot rather have it done within the family, where I know who it is, what state of health they are in. I don't care about the fucking, Cindy ... I'm only afraid that I may lose my wife!"
He was crying now, the boys coming to sit on the bed beside him. They reached out at the same instant, all three of them, to touch his arm, press against his leg.
"Hey, Pop!" Guy was nervous, embarrassed. "Ma will be all right, nothing's gonna happen to her."
"Yeah!" said Billie.
"Right," said Larry. "Everything's gonna be all right, Pop."
He sobbed, and swallowed; then raised up to look at them all, look at Cindy. Then he was climbing off the bed, standing unsteadily, holding to the board again.
"I hope you're right...."
He was gone then, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor. Cindy found the strength to stand, to follow him down the hall to the room that he shared with Ellie, finding him collapsed across the bed, staring at her picture on the wall.
"Fred...."
He glanced at her. "It is all right, Cindy. I really don't mind what you have done with the boys. Maybe they're a little young, but they're old enough to do it. I would have fixed them up in two or three years anyway, if they hadn't done it for themselves."
He forced a small smile. "Go back to bed with them, if you'd like. Pray for Ellie if you will ... pray for all of us."
"Will you tell Ellie...?"
"No. Why give her extra problems? Maybe if the chance comes up, and I think she won't mind. I don't think she would mind, really. Don't tell the boys, but Ellie has wondered often what it would be to fuck her own sons, Larry. I'm glad you had the strength to find out."
His eyes closed; Cindy waited a moment longer, then went back to the bedroom. The boys were huddled together, whispering, but they looked up as she came in.
"It's all right," she said, smiling. "Everything's fine. Come on, let's get back into bed!"
Grinning and laughing, they scrambled to be beside her, the older boys winning out, and so she accepted Billie, lifting him between her legs, letting him plant his cock within her cunt to continue if he wanted with the fucking that his father had interrupted.
"Hey, Mom?" She looked at Larry. "Guy had a question. Are you doing something to be careful? To make sure you won't have a baby?"
Cindy smiled, reached down to touch her boycocks, feeling Billie quiver between her legs. "It's all right, honey," she said. "There'll be no problems there."
There wouldn't be any problems ... for she wanted a baby. Fourteen years ago she had been fucked by young boys, and Larry was the result. Now she was being fucked again by young boys ... and if her wishes came true, fourteen years from now there would be another Larry, another son to fuck into his mother. If she were really lucky, and watched her health, that second boycock son might also give her another generation of loving son-fucking....
Her cunt quivered, Cindy certain that another boy was growing there even now....
