Long a taboo subject in Western Civilization, pedophilia (the erotic desires of adults for children) has become of late an open and liberated subject for many writers, psychiatrists, and scholars. In a remarkably frank and forward-looking book published in the mid-sixties, Dr. Lars Ullerstam-a brilliant Swedish writer and medical doctor-underscored the need for more understanding of what he termed in the book's celebrated title, the erotic minorities.
It was Ullerstam's unique thesis that much too much venemous hatred and prejudice has been leveled at every corner of the sexual arena which deviates in the smallest way from the ancient Christian-Judaic limits. It is unfortunate, perhaps that his views have been so little accepted, publicized, or respected-particularly in the special area of pedophilia.
Even the most rudimentary knowledge of Freudian theory emphasizes the simple facts of human sexual nature. Infantile sexuality is a strong, important phase of the total development of a human animal's later life. If sexual love is extended to the child, or in the case of the novel you now hold in your hand, to the pubescent male or female, by the parents themselves, it is to be genuinely wondered if those lives would not be better, fuller, and more productive.
Naturally, the old ideas and Puritanical codes must be respected in the context of evolutionary morality, but a new dawn is breaking-not on the theological or even scientific lines per se, but on the gathering collectivism of human activity itself.
In this novel, the shock value of the author in choosing specific scenes of pedophilic activity, including analism, fellatio, coitus, and cunnilingus, brings home better than any dry text could the innate possibilities of honest, open sexual behavior within the family unit, rather than outside of it.
The novel may shock some readers, but others are as sure to welcome its philosophic and cultural implications as earlier generations welcomed and applauded the ideas of Plato, Voltaire, and Darwin, all of them as revolutionary and advanced in their thinking as yesterday's scholarly investigation of what people do and do not do within the privacy of their homes.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The phone rang sharply three times before Mary Archer could get to it, but when she did, she instantly recognized the husky young voice. "Hi, lady, gonna let me fuck your hairy cunt today?"
Mary felt the same wild prickle of both fear and fascination that she had experienced each time the caller expressed himself in such crude, bold terms. The calls had been coming regularly for the past week, but she had yet to report them to the phone company, the police, or to anybody else.
"Who is this?" she demanded, her voice a bit husky and ragged.
The caller chuckled softly, his breath almost steamy over the phone. "Hey, honey, what's in a name? Like the man said, it's what a guy has hanging between his legs that counts. I've got eight inches of the hardest, horniest, teenaged prick you'll ever curl your lips around. I'll bet that starved old pussy of yours is dripping right now just thinking about a good work-out with my cock."
Mary could feel splotches of color on her cheeks. Not only that, but there was something happening between her legs. She could feel her vaginal lips swelling out against the tight crotch band of her nylon panties, the hairs tingling and stinging against the sensitive folds of her thirty-five-year-old slit.
But something prevented her from expressing anything to the insulting voice at the other end of the phone except the most reserved resistance.
"Q-quit calling me!" she whispered.
The young male voice chuckled again. "Sure, let's not call, let's ball, baby! My prick's standing up right now just thinking about how hot and juicy your twat'll be. I'll bet that silly bastard husband of yours can't even get his dick up any more. You need a young stud like me, sweetie. I can go four or five times in one afternoon. Think about it-just think about getting your cock-starved pussy pumped dry as a desert well! And I guarantee to make you cum as many times as you want to. So how about it, Miz Archer-WANTA FUCK??"
It was the very first time the dirty phone-caller had used her name, and the sound of it ripped through her nerves like an electric shock.
She was speechless!
"C'mon, honey," the insistent male voice whispered, "lemme stick my tongue all the way up your horny cunt! Lemme suck your big clit! Lemme chew on your tits and-"
With an almost involuntary gasp of disgust, she threw the receiver back into place, cutting off the filthy connection.
Although the voice was no longer whispering those evil things in her ear, the echoes remained. Despite what her brain told her about modesty and decency, her body was telling her something entirely different. Her pussy was throbbing with sultry need, and the tips of her mature tits were firm and pointing into the tight bra cups under her blouse.
"God," she said, resisting the temptation to reach under her dress and rub the maddening itch which had gathered between her thighs like a swarm of bumblebees, "what is wrong with me! How can I even let some sick little juvenile delinquent talk to me like that!"
She thought-as she did each time-of calling the police, but she didn't. Instead, she called her best friend again. After all, Ronda Benton was the only person in the whole world she could tell anything and everything to without fear of being laughed at or punished.
She stabbed at the dial, then held the receiver to her ear with both hands, her mind racing with the old fear that somehow her husband and her two children might one day pick up the phone and hear that lewd voice husking his vile proposals. Seconds before her friend answered the phone, she found herself wondering if fear of exposure to her family was her only real concern!
"Hello, Ronda?"
"Is that you, Mary?"
"Yes. He called again!"
She heard her childhood friend sigh. "My God, Mary, the little rascal's burning up the wire, isn't he? What'd he say this time?"
"T-terrible things, Ronda."
"Like what?"
"Just things, Ronda, obscene, sexual things."
"How old is he?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe sixteen, maybe even younger."
She heard Ronda Benton giggle drily. "Well, I guess it is awful, in a way, but I know some women who might consider it some kind of compliment, Mary. I mean, I haven't been bothered with dirty phone calls since we were in high school. It must be nice to think somebody out there wants you."
Mary swallowed, fighting back the impulse to agree with her best friend. "You're just as awful, Ronda," she said. "Whoever's calling me might not be one day older than my own Billy."
"Fourteen is old enough, as males go. You know perfectly well that all any fourteen-year-old boy thinks about is sex. And I'll bet a silver dollar that includes your charming little Billy!"
Mary was accustomed to Ronda's blunt talk, but she shoved the image of her son out of her mind at once. As far as she was concerned, Billy was still just a baby!
"Do you think I should report the call this time?" she asked.
She could almost see Ronda shaking her head at the other end of the line.
"Don't be silly, Mary," Ronda purred. "You know what would happen if you called the police. They'd probably say something to your husband, and then he would say something to you. You know men and the old bit about smoke and fire. I'd let well enough alone."
"You mean do nothing?"
"I think that's the best bet. Listen, it's just some horny little bastard trying to get his kicks. He'll probably find himself some girl in a day or two and forget all about you. Besides, we both know how innocent sex can be when you're that age, or have you forgotten Mr. Parks already?"
The mention of the Parks name drove another sharp stab of pleasure and guilt through Mary's loins
"N-no," she whispered, softly, "I don't think either of us will ever forget Harry Parks."
"See what I mean? And we didn't think a thing about it at the time, did we? I mean, nobody would ever give us medals for behavior when we were just learning about sex back in those days!"
Mary pursed her lips piously. "I always considered Mr. Parks a dirty old man, Ronda."
She heard her friend chuckle. "Uh-huh, but a dirty, nice old man. You enjoyed all that fooling around we did with him just as much as I did, and don't you dare deny it!"
Despite herself, Mary had to smile. She had enjoyed Harry Parks when she was barely fourteen years old, and at the time both she and Ronda had not considered it at all abnormal to let the middle-aged man do the things he had done with them.
"So just don't get all hot and bothered," Ronda was saying, her voice humming over the wire like a kitten's, "you know you don't want to get some teenaged boy into a lot of trouble for nothing. Like I said, he's probably a perfectly nice boy just like your Billy. He's just horny. Besides, nothing can happen over a telephone. I mean, I never heard of anybody getting raped or pregnant from a phone conversation!"
"But he's so-so crude," Mary said.
"Wake up, honey. This generation isn't nearly as hung-up on morality as we were. I'm sure the boy doesn't think of himself as anything but a healthy, over-sexed young animal. And like I said, you ought to thank your lucky stars that you've still got a body that can turn a young male on!"
Mary sighed. "Honestly, Ronda, you sound as if you think I should encourage dirty phone calls from teenaged boys."
Ronda laughed. "Well, don't knock it if you haven't tried it!"
"Ronda!"
"Look, honey, I've got to run. Just keep in mind what I said. Just remember how awful it would have been if we'd have let our parents know what we were doing with Mr. Parks back then. Lord, as I remember, we did everything under the sun to keep our parents from knowing. To say nothing of thinking about reporting the old coot to the police!"
Mary knew it was easy for Ronda to talk so philosophically, since she had never married, but the responsibility of having a husband and a teenaged daughter and son to think about did put her in a slightly different category. She wasn't, after all, as free as she had been at fourteen.
Mary also knew it was useless to try to argue with her strong-willed friend. "All right, Ronda," she said, finally, "I'll call you again tomorrow."
"Sooner, if he calls you again. God, listening to your confessions of your dirty phone calls is practically the only sex life I have these days!"
Mary grinned. "You're terrible, Ronda."
"Yeah, that's what all the traveling salesmen I meet down at the shop say, after we've sacked out!"
Mary laughed again softly, said good-bye, and hung up the phone.
Then she sat by the phone, listening to the silence of the big, empty house, wondering as she had many times how her friend Ronda could stand to be alone in the world.
Her thoughts seemed to mock her a bit at the moment. After all, she was alone now, too. With Billy and Cindy both in school and her husband, Dave, at work, she was just as alone and vulnerable as any old maid!
The thought of her twelve-year-old daughter Cindy brought back the memory of Harry Parks again. It made her wonder with a slightly crawling fear if maybe there wasn't another Harry Parks in the school where Billy and Cindy attended, another dirty old man who was looking at young girls with the same greedy, grinning appetite!
When she was fourteen, Mary had thought of Mr. Parks as an old man, but actually he had been only in his middle forties, and happily married. Not only that, he was one of the most popular teachers in school, and despite the fact that everybody made fun of his bald head and clipped little mustache, the students adored him.
Then one day Mary found a completely new reason for liking Mr. Parks, a reason that had nothing at all to do with his ability to make American History sound so wonderfully interesting in the classroom.
She had discovered Mr. Parks' other talent through her friend Ronda.
One day after school, Ronda asked her to stay behind in the girl's restroom so they could talk, and it was that little talk, and the bubbling, salacious enthusiasm of her friend, that had provided the first key to Mary's awakening sexuality.
Ronda had made sure the restroom was empty except for them before whispering her secret into Mary's ear.
"Do you want to have some fun?" Ronda crooned, her pink, girlish cheeks literally glowing. "Doing what?"
Ronda took a deep breath. "You promise not to ever tattle on me?"
"You know I won't!"
"Well, we can have some fun with Mr. Parks."
Mary hadn't understood at all, and demanded to know what Ronda was talking about.
"I'm talking about what boys like to do with girls, silly. Only it's a lot safer with Mr. Parks. He wouldn't tell on us the way boys would."
"Y-you mean-?"
"I mean sex, dummy."
Mary paled, but as her friend recounted what had happened to her only the day before, the color not only came back into her cheeks, but she felt a strange, itchy feeling between her legs, an itch that centered itself in the softly haired, pouting crease of her pussy.
"You let him do what?" Mary whispered in disbelief.
"Lick me," Ronda purred, her pubescent eyes glittering. "He loves to do it, and it's more fun than you could even imagine! Want to let him do it to you?"
Mary knew she would never have had the nerve to consent to such a wicked plot if it had not been for her best friend. But the delicious little smile twinkling in Ronda's eyes had carried her over the brink of fear or resistance.
"Y-you let him do it to you first," Mary said.
"You bet," Ronda said and giggled, "and you can watch, but he wants you, too."
Mr. Parks's interest in her had made Mary blush with pleasure!
Both girls had left the restroom and made their way to the office of the history teacher. The school was almost empty by then, and it was the safest time of the day to do what they had in mind.
When Ronda tapped on the office door, Mr. Parks admitted them with a smile. He looked in both directions down the hall before shutting the door and locking it behind him.
Mary remembered feeling a thrill of wanton joy at the new way the popular teacher now looked at her. He seemed to undress her with his eyes as he let his gaze linger on her legs and hips before moving to the more experienced one of the two, Ronda Benton.
Mary waited, her heart thumping hard against her breasts as Ronda pulled Mr. Parks down so that she could whisper in his ear.
At once, the bald-headed lecher grinned and flushed, and then gave Mary a side-long, covetous glance that thrilled her all over again.
There was a big leather chair in the corner of his office, one of those business-type chairs that swivels back, and Ronda headed for it as if she had performed the ritual a dozen times before.
With Mary almost holding her breath from excitement as she watched, Ronda peeled down her skimpy little panties and crawled up on the chair. She hooked both her legs over the chair-arms and pulled her dress up past her navel.
Both Mary and Mr. Parks spent a few seconds staring at the wonder of a beautiful, fourteen-year-old pussy, a softly pouting, lightly fuzzed little cunt that was mad to be eaten!
Without a word, Mr. Parks went quickly to the chair and knelt like some giant slave in front of the smiling girl. Mary and Ronda both watched as the lascivious, middle-aged libertine began to gently lick the tender lips of Ronda's willing slit.
Mary had never seen or dreamed anything like it!
She stared with the strange new itch deepening into a fiery rash between her legs as Mr. Park's long, slightly bowed tongue lapped greedily just inside the sleek, spreading folds of Ronda's pussy. The tip of his lecherous tongue parted the virginal crack over and over, probing a bit deeper each time.
Mary moved closer, glancing sometimes at what the teacher was doing to her friend's smoldering young quim and at other times at Ronda's face. She had never seen her friend in such deep ecstasy!
With flushed cheeks and parted lips, Ronda had closed her eyes to savor the delicious, constant joy of such heavenly titillation. The big tongue was moving like a worm in and out of her pulsing, wet young cunt. The hairs on her freshly budding hole seemed to stand out like antennae-moist and hot themselves!
"UUUUMMMMnnnn," Ronda moaned, throatily.
The sound of lust coming from her slender throat seemed to turn the history teacher on more than ever. He pushed his amorous tongue into her pliant pussy to the root, moving and rotating it until still further moans of joy escaped Ronda's lips.
Mary moved even closer, her vaginal walls tingling with envy!
Mr. Parks had both of his large, hairy hands cupped under Ronda's trim, smooth young buttocks. He seemed to be holding the firm cheeks of her youthful ass like a velvet cup as he quaffed and sucked the honied sweetness of her thighs.
Ronda pushed her minx-like slit hard against the invading mouth, moaned a few more times, and then threw her pretty head back with a final, lustful groan of pleasure.
Mary didn't understand what was happening, except that her friend was obviously enjoying that particular moment much more than the former dragging minutes. Mary knew that only too well from the scarlet flush of raw pleasure on Ronda's cheeks, and the way her small tongue seemed to lag out of the comer of her mouth as Mr. Parks slurped ravenously between her legs.
The bald head pulled back. His tongue and mouth left Ronda's pungent pussy with a little slurping sound, leaving the swollen, pinkish lips of her cunt distended and moist.
Mary could see the hot juices gleaming just inside her friend's cunt, and blinked in wonder as the same juices began to dribble and trickle from the lower part of the freshly eaten gash.
Mr. Parks waited only a few seconds for Ronda to recover her breath, then he gently helped her out of the chair-giving her satisfied young pussy one or two pats with the palm of his hand.
Then he looked at Mary, and grinned.
"How about you, Mary?" he asked huskily. "Want to have some fun, too?"
She did!
With trembling hands, Mary skooted out of her panties and took the same position in the chair that Ronda had.
The itch between Mary's legs was so powerful by now that when the grown man glued his mouth over her untried cunt, she gasped with a harsh sound of pleasure.
"Oh!" Mary giggled. "OOOoooh! All!"
This second young pussy being offered to his venal appetite made a real satyr out of Harry Parks. With his tongue already thick and greedy from having sucked one girlish snatch to a climax, he began to work on Mary's maidenly hole with the relish of a balding Don Juan!
He drove his roguish tongue deep into her quivering cunt, loving the virginal hotness of a young pussy that had never been explored before.
Mary closed her eyes, her body tingling all over as if a million little hungry minnows were nibbling at her, but it was the deep, burning pleasure between her legs that focused her joy to a fine point. She had never felt such rapture before! She had never in her young life known what fun was before this!
Harry Parks brought both of his paw-like hands up and spread the spicy folds of Mary's teenaged cunt widely apart. With his tongue sticking as far out of his mouth as he could humanly manage, he began to actually fuck her with it. With an almost monotonous regularity, he hammered his strong tongue in and out of her stimulated twat until she was twitching under his attack like a purring kitten!
Then, to bring her to her first orgasm, the rakish teacher did something that turned Mary into a demanding little whore.
He pushed one of his fingers gently but deeply up between the slim cheeks of her ass, fingering her tiny, succulent anus at the same time he sucked powerfully on her surrendering cunt.
The pleasure doubled and tripled for Mary, and in only a few seconds of such bestial, wicked titillation, she threw back her head and spasmed wildly.
Her whole pussy seemed to explode in a voluptuous rainbow of joy, drenching the madly licking tongue with a spray of warm liquids!
Mr. Parks kept his finger inched up Mary's asshole as he calmly lapped up her pruriently pouring cunt, taking special care to gently lick the glistening outer lips of her sex until she was clean.
When he stood up, there was a huge bulge in his pants, although he did not ask either of the girls to touch him.
Later, on their way home, Mary, still flushed from the madly exciting experience, asked her friend about the urgent bulge in the nice man's pants.
"That's his prick," Ronda said, grinning.
"Prick," Mary echoed, fascinated.
It was much later that Mary learned what men like to do with their pricks, and it made getting her pussy sucked seem like child's play!
CHAPTER TWO
The instant Ronda Benton hung up the phone, she turned and gave the grinning young boy sitting opposite her a wink.
"What did she say?" he asked.
"That you had called her again."
The boy gulped, his eyes popping a bit in his cute, sixteen-year-old face. "Hey, does she know who I-?"
"Of course she doesn't," Ronda said and smiled. "Mary doesn't know you from Adam."
"Jesus," the boy groaned, "for a second there I thought maybe she recognized my voice. Hell, my old man'd kill me with a shovel if he thought I was calling up women and asking them to screw."
Ronda smiled again, taking in the sprawled body of the sexy young male with her greedy eyes. "Why? Would your father be jealous?"
The boy grinned back slackly, giving Ronda's mature body the same kind of searching glance she was giving his. "Hell, he'd probably shit a horse if he knew what you and me have been doing the past two weeks. He wouldn't understand. But what I don't understand is why you keep wanting me to make all those dirty phone calls to your best friend. You gonna tell me, or what?"
Ronda winked at him again. "I might be persuaded, if you think you can keep a secret in that handsome young head of yours."
"Christ, who would I tell? So what's the deal?"
Ronda moved her insatiable, well-kept, thirty-five-year-old body almost lazily around on the sofa, and faced the boy. She was dressed only in a pegnoir of bright pink with little white bows at the neck, and her bare feet were only slightly nudged into furry slippers. Her nipples had been hard ever since Chuck Bates, the boy, had been sitting on the sofa with her, and had grown especially hard as she had listened to him make another filthy call to Mary Archer.
"You'll have to persuade me to tell you what the deal is," she said huskily.
He blinked, almost innocently, and gave her that half-shy, wonderfully sexy look that she had learned to love from him. The kind of look that promised all kinds of good fucking from a male young enough to be her own son.
"I'll bet I can talk you into it," he said, flatly.
She grinned. "Who said anything about talking, honey?"
Chuck was dressed in wheat jeans and a T-shirt, his usual school attire, and no clothes had ever been designed to show off to better advantage the marvelous possibilities of teenaged boys, at least in Ronda's opinion.
She watched as her sultry, suggestive invitation to a kind of raw romance began to work its effect on the young boy. The quickening bulge in Chuck's jeans was the kind of testimony to her charms that always interested Ronda.
Her nipples hardened into bullets and the oval rim of her experienced and ambitious pussy began to thicken moistly. Like a mole burrowing upward through soft, warm sand, her large, dissolute clitoris began to rise. It was her fang of lust, and she loved to have it pleasured in any way the oversexed young boy could devise.
"Want me to take off my clothes?" he asked, huskily.
She gave him a slitted, seductive glance. "Is a bone hard?" she purred.
He smiled at her sluttish response, and stood up.
She watched with her pores opening all over her adulterous body as he pulled off his T-shirt and began to unbutton his jeans.
She had long ago grown addicted to the bodies of boys from fourteen to seventeen, and nothing else in the whole world of sex interested her in the least as much as the teenaged muscularity and virile youthfulness of males that age.
She drank in the revealed torso of Chuck Bates, admiring with a deep, joyous need the smooth, hairless chest with the flat coins of male nipples. She especially liked his still developing pectorals and biceps, and the boyish flatness of his stomach. There was not an ounce of fat on his fuckable young body!
Then the smirking young lout began to hitch off his jeans as she watched. He knew how much she lusted after his virile flesh, and he seemed to luxuriate in the momentary frustration. He took his jeans off slowly, pulling one leg at a time free. He was wearing tight Jockey shorts and his already hard prick pushed out the front of them like a fist.
He turned to lay his jeans on the end of the sofa, giving her a good view of his delicious, coltish young body. Her eyes fell hungrily on the protruding bulge of his shorts, and she almost licked her lips in anticipation of enjoying mouthing what he had visible between his legs!
He strolled over to her with his shorts still on, the size and outline of his stiff dick very obvious under the tightly stretched Jockey shorts.
"Want me to take off your gown for you?" he asked, smiling down at her, his good-looking face framed in a mass of longish hair.
She felt a wicked stirring in her cunt, as if somebody had inserted a rubber spatula deep into her pussy and was slowly moving it in circles.
"I can manage," she said.
She really loved to have Chuck take her clothes off for her-to touch her here and there with his eager hands, to squeeze a tit and pat a hip-but now she was in a hurry.
She needed some satisfaction, and fast!
Before she removed her gown, she reached forward and hooked her thumbs into the top of his shorts. She yanked the garment down over his lean, almost bony young hips-and the smooth, pink glans of his large prick popped into sight like a turtle's head.
They both grinned, and she finished taking his shorts off.
His cock plopped forward, as sturdy and stiff as a bar of thick iron. There was one large vein traversing the column of his organ, and it seemed to come out of the small bush of dark pubic hair at the root. Beneath that root were his balls-two bigish, lovely young bags filled with the kind of smoking-hot teenaged sperm that could make her old pussy broil with lust!
She eyed his oversized, horny young prick for a few seconds, by-passing the temptation to simply take it between her whorish lips and suck the sweet hell out of it-something she had done many times in the past two weeks!
Instead, she quickly got the white bows untied at the top of her gown and wriggled out of the offending garment.
As always, Chuck's eyes glittered at the sight of her lushly mature, pink-creamy, scented body with the heavy tits and the long, pointing nipples-and the thickly haired cunt in which he had grown to love exercising his constantly hard prick.
"Jesus," he whispered, grinning jerkily, "you sure seem hot for my joint today."
"I am."
"Uh-want me to screw you right off, or-?" His voice trailed off, as it always did when he wanted to eat her cunt. For some reason, he was not quite experienced enough to just come right out and tell her that he enjoyed sucking her piping-hot pussy. He still seemed to feel that there was something a little perverted about sticking his tongue up into the sappy hotness of her fuck slit. He had done it many times, and he always ended up making a real little hog of himself down there.
"Eat my cunt, honey," she crooned, raggedly.
His boyish cheeks flushed with pleasure, and a stubborn throb of pure lust went from one end of his erected penis to the other!
Ronda leaned back into a comfortable position on the sofa, drawing both of her legs up high so that the heels of her feet were tucked under each one of her trim, robust buttocks. That left her whiskered cunt pushed out over the edge of the sofa, and in easy reach of the boy's hands and mouth.
Then, as he was kneeling in front of her, she reached over and picked a cigarette out of the tray by the sofa. She got the cigarette lighted just as he pulled the heavy lips of her sluttish pussy apart with his fingertips.
She blew a slow whorl of smoke out of the corner of her smiling mouth as she watched the boy bring his nose to within an inch or two of her , strongly fragrant cunt. He liked to smell her pussy, and that was just as exciting to her as it was to him!
He sniffed softly along the hair-rimmed folds of her slit, his nostrils flaring like a young animal's as the musky odor of her horny gash filled him with lust. As he crudely sniffed her pussy, her clitoris reached its final state of erection, pushed up through the upper part of her cunt like a large, fat, pink jellybean!
Chuck groaned softly as he rolled out his strong tongue and began to lap the meaty softness that lay like a deep crease between the widow's peak of cuntal hair. The pungent taste of her pussy excited him to a high pitch, and in only seconds he was licking deep into her core.
Ronda lay back, smoking, watching the envy of dozens of high school girls as he ate greedily at her cock hole. Besides being such a devout lover of cunt, Chuck was one of the best-looking young bastards Ronda had ever seen, and it always tripled her pleasure just to see his marvelously handsome young face down between her legs.
He sucked her cunt for several long, delicious minutes, building both of their lusts to a fine point. Once or twice he almost buried his face out of sight in the trough of her thighs, pushing in so deep that his ears burned against the insides of her legs and her heavy bristle of pussy hair formed a beard around his jaws and chin.
She could feel his brawny young tongue sucking very deep up against the grainy, hot, wet walls of her cunt, and she knew that he was wishing he had a tongue twelve inches long!
With her nerves prickling with delight, she reached slowly down and tangled the fingers of one hand into his hair, holding his head as it bobbed back and forth in the ritual of eating her molten twat.
"Higher," she whispered. "Do it the way I taught you, baby, you know what I mean!" He knew, all right.
He stroked his tongue wetly up into the highest part of her sex, and found her fanged clitoris.
He began to chew and suck on the love-muscle exactly the way Harry Parks had done it those long years ago in high school. Only instead of a dirty old man servicing her fourteen-year-old cunt, she now had a sixteen-year-old boy eating her much older, much hotter snatch!
"UUUMMMmmm," she purred, closing her eyes and feeling her toes curling involuntarily in against the bottoms of her bare feet. "Yes ... yes! Suck my slit like that! Eat me ... eeeaaatttt meeeeee!!"
She had taught him another trick, too, and as he felt her clitoris turning stiff and tingling under his tongue, he brought one hand up and stuck his finger deep into her scalding cunt. He brought the finger back out wet and slimy with her gathering juices, then lowered it to the bottom of her curved and lifted butt. He found her brown, budded asshole with the tip of his finger and inserted the whole of his finger deep up her anus. He stopped sticking the finger up her ass only when he could get it in no further.
Having her asshole plugged while her clitoris was being sucked and licked put the final triggering to her climax.
With a deep, throaty grunt of lecherous pleasure, Ronda shoved her hairy pussy hard against the boy's working mouth and spasmed!
Her cunt poured hot juices rapidly and wildly down over Chuck's lips and chin, and he greedily lapped and sucked every drop he could catch!
Her whole vagina seemed to hang open hot and wet, like an oven full of steam. Every matted hair circling the outer lips of her pussy stood out like the quills of an aroused animal, and the nipples of her tits were so gorged that they pointed in opposite directions like large, red cherries.
She was ripe now to be fucked.
Chuck continued for a few seconds to find more delight in licking her briefly satisfied cunt. Like all males of any age, he seemed to find something very exciting about playing his tongue around the pouting, moist lips of a pussy which has just climaxed.
Finally, he pulled his finger out of her softly puckered asshole and drew his smacking lips away from her twitching slit. He rose to a crouching position and moved the bursting head of his strongly erected young prick into the liquidy hotness of her fuck hole.
The folds of her oozing channel seemed to clasp the boldly introduced glans of the boy's cock, as if sucking on it.
Despite the fact that Chuck Bates had a very large penis for a boy his age, her cunt was so hotly lubricated that he had little trouble inching the whole column of his prick smoothly up to the hairs in her sex. The last half-inch or so required a bit of thrusting on his part, but before he stopped he had the entire length of his horsy cock rammed up between her legs, so that nothing of his genitals was visible but his balls.
Like the young sexual acrobat he had become under her tutoring, he began to slowly and deliciously fuck her.
He rode his lustful prick in and out of the gently clasping lips of her greased cunt, allowing it to make soft, clucking sounds, and letting his balls slap lewdly against the bottom of her buttocks.
Her cigarette burned forgotten in her fingers as the fresh titillations of being screwed by the handsome boy's large prick filled her with a lust that was literally indescribable!
As her passion grew white-hot, she thrust her tits up at him, using both her hands to push her wanton nipples together like a bouquet of evil.
"Suck 'em!" she hissed. "Fuck and suck both!!"
He leaned forward and dropped his mouth down to her elongated, torrid tits. He began to suck both her tortured nipples with deep-stroking pulls of his mouth, running his tongue lightly over the tips each time he sucked.
The pleasure of his mouth on her tits was also transferred to her sultry cunt, and her vaginal muscles began to constrict hard around his delighted penis. As his lust also mounted, he began to fuck her harder, humping and pumping his bestial cock into her pussy with a savage, stubborn greed.
She brought her hands up to his smooth young chest. She found his nipples with the tips of her fingers and began to excite them into hardness. The more she pinched the small nubs of his breasts, the stiffer the little paps grew.
His cockhead hardened into stone as it hammered in and out of her frothing pussy. His stroking grew deeper and stronger until he was pounding his prick into her cock slit like an iron rod.
"Ah!" she husked. "All! All-HA!!"
With a few final thrusts, she felt his climax approaching. Like the brazen bitch of fucking she was, she wrapped her plump legs around his hips and began to squeeze his swollen boycock from the root to the head inside her cunt.
The effect couldn't have been more electrifying on the boy's already exploding nerves.
With a harsh growl of male lust, he dug his hands into her buttocks and ramrodded his excited cock high up into her gulping womb as his sperm began to shoot.
Ronda froze in a moment of extreme rapture as she felt Chuck's balls explode with the copious flow of teenaged passion. His spunk shot like lava into her cloying, sucking pussy, and she worked her loins whorishly, milking ... milking ... milking the hot boyfuck honey from his body into hers!
He continued to pump his prick like some mindless robot until the final drops of his nectar had been surrendered to her demanding cunt, then he sighed and relaxed, panting with the expended pleasure of yet another riotous screwing session.
Like all boys his age, his prick remained stony hard for a few minutes, throbbing lustfully in the wet prison of her pussy. Then, very slowly, it softened enough for him to pull it out.
The lips of her sultry sex seemed to cling to every retreating inch of his cum-slick dick, and when he finally got the glans free, her fluttering hole trickled with the mingled juices of both of their pleasure.
"Jesus, that was good fucking," he whispered, grinning sheepishly as he wiped his veined and dripping cock with a handkerchief.
Ronda smiled, too. As she watched the sexy boy dutifully clean off the big cock he had so willingly serviced her with, she felt still another distant, demanding itch inside of her.
"Now aren't you glad you came to my door that day," she asked.
He grinned. "Hell, yes. Boy, and all I thought I was gonna do was clean up your yard!"
"You're much too well equipped to waste your time doing that kind of work."
He flushed with shy pride, then sat down on the edge of the sofa and began to gently pat her cunt with the same handkerchief he had used to wipe the cum off his prick. He cleaned the thickly swollen lips of her snatch very carefully, as if he wanted to preserve her for another day!
"What about those phone calls?" he said, suddenly remembering the phony trick she had used to make him fuck her.
Ronda smiled wickedly. "I have two reasons for having you call my friend, and one is for your benefit."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"I thought if you enjoy having me any time your horny little spirit gets the urge, you might enjoy having another woman."
Chuck grinned. "You mean, you really think this Mrs. Archer would let me fuck her?"
"She might, in time."
"Fine with me," he said. "And don't worry about there not being enough left over for you. I'll bet I could fuck four or five women in a row!"
She grinned at him. "Yes, I'll just bet you could, at that!"
He frowned. "And so what's in all this for you?"
"Mary Archer's son Billy."
She watched the information register on Chuck's young face, and saw the guilty flush pass through his cheeks. There was also a small sign of jealousy there in the boy's eyes, which pleased her even more.
"How old is this Billy character?"
Ronda took a small breath. "He's fourteen."
Chuck whistled softly through his teeth. "Wow, you do like 'em young, don't you? That's the same age as my brother."
Ronda perked up on that. "You didn't tell me you had a younger brother," she said, huskily.
"Hell, you never asked me. Sure, his name is Joey. He might even know Billy Archer. Want me to ask him?"
"I-uh-I guess not," she murmured. Then she took an even deeper breath. "Would your brother like me?"
The boy gave her a quick, sour glance. "Jesus, Ronda, are you kidding? If my dad ever found out about me, it'd be hell enough to pay. But Joey is only fourteen!"
She grinned slyly. "So let's not tell your big, mean daddy."
Chuck let that sink in for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Joey is okay, I guess. I mean, he knows what sex is, and all, but I don't know if he's ready to fuck, and everything."
Ronda let her hand glide over and rest on the firm knee of the young stud sitting beside her. "Who said anything about Joey fucking?" she purred, softly.
Chuck blinked. "What'd you have in mind, then?"
In the next twenty minutes, Ronda explained what she meant.
She explained by sucking Chuck's beautiful, big, boyish prick until he had filled her throat with a feverish new supply of sperm!
"Oh," he said, when it was over, grinning like a flushed young fox, "yeah, I think Joey might really go for something like that, Ronda!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mary Archer had an interesting dream. She remembered it quite vividly the second she was awake.
She drank her early morning cup of coffee sitting huddled and alone at the breakfast table downstairs, thinking about the erotic dream again. She kept the images of the dream quite small in her mind, as if her husband and children who were sleeping upstairs might see and hear what she was thinking.
She had dreamed about Harry Parks fucking her, just as he had those years ago when she and Ronda were in high school, but something else had been added to the whorish dream, that extra something that now had Mary's eyes wide with apprehension.
Not only had she been powerfully and lengthily balled in her dream, the bald and corpulent body of Mr. Parks had changed in the middle of her panting, dream-state orgasms into a young boy!
Mary sat with her coffee cup clutched in her hands, staring dreamily into the distant corner of the kitchen ... remembering.
In her dream, she had been fourteen again, pretty and winsome and charming, with her softly budding young breasts peaking nicely and her pussy just a soft muffin of barely mossed flesh.
She had been in Mr. Parks' office again, once more with her panties off and her legs hooked over the sides of the old leather chair. The lecherous teacher had just finished sucking her swollen young cunt, making it juice and throb under the stroking pleasure of his long, fat tongue. In her dream she had been like a camera lens, being able to pull back and see herself as the man ate her.
She could still see the vivid images of Mr. Parks as he lapped greedily between her slender legs, how his immoral tongue moved the tender folds of her pussy back and forth and forced her girlish twat to swallow his tongue to the root over and over and over. Then Mr. Parks had pulled back and stood up, boldly and suddenly naked.
Even now, in the broad open daylight and waking state, Mary flushed with a wicked joy at what she had experienced in her dream. It was as if she really were fourteen again, and her tiny fingers were curled around the brutal, huge prick of the history teacher!
In her dream, Harry Parks had sported a cock the size of a hugh braunschweiger-long, oily, veined, hairy, and with a head on it the size of an oxen's heart!
She remember eagerly spreading her hot young legs apart, making a small but pliant hole of her teenaged cunt. Parks had grinned in her dream, one of those sly, shameless, lustful grins that dirty old men always give pretty little girls they want to fuck. Then the older man had forced his enormous penis into the tight, twitching slit between her thighs.
It had been like forcing a baseball bat between the legs of a rubber doll!
She had loved every lewd inch of his incredible cock!
Her dream fantasy had included feeling his great, hairy balls pressed like coconuts against the smooth, ivory cheeks of her small ass, and the lusty thrill of his great shag of dark pubic hair riding high up over her tummy.
The vicious old bastard had calmly fucked the hell out of her. He had ridden the great, smoking nut at the tip of his cock deep up into her quivering womb on each and every thrust, filling her young body with such incredible joy that she had spasmed constantly for him!
In the middle of such dreamy screwing, she had changed into what she was now, a thirty-five-year-old bored housewife, and the penis fucking her had been transformed into the organ of a handsome young boy.
"I-I wonder why that happened?" Mary asked aloud.
She took another sip of her coffee and remembered all over again how excited she had felt when her mature, plump legs spread wantonly wide for the nameless young boy, and how joyfully and lustfully he had thrust his strong prick in and out of her thickly haired, frothing cunt.
She was still thinking of how vibrant and exciting that salacious dream-lover's cock had felt when Billy and Cindy came bounding into the kitchen for breakfast!
Billy was the image of his father, a very good-looking little blond with blue eyes and a nicely developing body. Even at the age of fourteen his arms and chest had filled out rather well, and he already had the legs of a good little football player.
Cindy was more like her mother. Frail and pretty, with large, innocent, mossy gray eyes that always looked a little bit hungry. At twelve, Cindy had yet to know the real hungers of life, and Mary was glad she was still in that blissful, virginal state.
"Hey, Mom," Billy yelped, seeing that no breakfast was yet on the table, "what's to eat? I'll be late for my gym class!"
Mary sighed and rose to do the chores she both loved and hated....
The phone call came right before it was time to take Billy and Cindy to school. Fortunately, her husband Dave had already left for work, but it was unnerving enough to have Billy and Cindy standing in the hall only a few feet away from the phone as the same, husky young voice whispered obscenely in her ear.
"I woke up with a hard-on this morning, baby," the voice said, breathing heavily, "and I sure could use you to take care of it."
Mary glanced at her children, but they were paying no attention at all to her. She turned around again, cupping the receiver with one hand.
"I can't talk now," she said.
"Hey, does that mean you wanta talk later? I'll have a hard-on all day, anyhow. C'mon, lady, lem'me fuck you. I'll bet you'd love a young cock like mine pumping your pussy. I can screw two hours without stopping!"
"I-I have to go now," she managed, a little weakly.
The voice chuckled at the other end. "Sure, but I'll call back this afternoon and tell you how big my cock is. Baby, I'd sure like to get a good blow-job from somebody like you. You can suck my peter any hour of the day."
"Good-bye," she said, softly.
When she put down the receiver she was tingling all over with the same wildly stimulated feeling she had experienced in the dream. She knew who the phantom young fucker in her dream had been, the boy on the phone!
She took Billy and Cindy to school, then tried to calm her nerves down by taking a drive.
She thought once of going by to see Ronda where she worked, but knew that she couldn't really talk to her friend at the busy dress shop. So, instead, she drove out to the edge of the city and took the by-pass for the long way home.
It was just at the far edge of the city that she saw a boy standing by the side of the highway, hitchhiking.
He was neatly dressed in jeans and boots. He had moderately long, dark hair and a smiling, friendly face. He was holding up a little square of cardboard with OHIO printed on it.
The wheels went around so fast in Mary's brain that she barely had time to consider all the possibilities before she braked the car to a halt a dozen or so feet beyond the boy.
With a grin and a wave, he picked up his small bag and came running to her car.
Mary's heart was pounding like mad as she reached over and opened the door on the rider's side.
When the boy stuck his head in, she saw that he was even younger than she had thought, not a day over sixteen!
"Hi, ma'am," he said, smiling to show perfect teeth and cute dimples, "you wouldn't be going all the way to Ohio, would you?"
She smiled back. "Sorry, no. But I can take you to the other side of the city. I think you might have better luck by that big truck stop over there."
"Great," he said, happily. He piled into the car beside her and she pulled back onto the highway.
"My name's Tim Taylor, ma'am," he offered, actually sticking out his hand to shake hers.
She reached over and took his hand, glad that it helped break the ice by actually touching him. "Glad to know you, Tim," she said. "I'm Mary Jones."
Instinctively, she held his hand just a wee bit longer than was necessary, and even gave it a small squeeze before releasing it.
The boy was silent for a few seconds, but Mary was aware that he was looking at her, probably sizing her up and trying to figure out if the little squeeze of his hand had meant to convey something.
It had!
"You-uh-live in the city?" Tim asked, finally.
"Yes."
"Married?"
"Yes."
That information made the boy silent again, and Mary knew she had said the wrong thing, and that she had very little time in which to say the right things!
"Do you have a girl?" she asked, her voice sounding strange even to her.
"Naw, I guess I'm like my big brother."
"How is he?"
The boy grinned. "The girls think he's fine. What I meant was, I'm like him because I play the field."
She glanced at the handsome, well-built young man. "You're a little young to have played very much, aren't you?"
Their eyes caught, and an understanding passed between them like the pleasant clinking of wine glasses.
"I can do anything I have to," he said, smiling. "Or anything there's time for."
Mary took a ragged breath. Without looking at him, but keeping her hands firmly on the steering wheel, she said, "What is there time for, Tim?"
"A good blow-job, maybe," he answered, huskily.
Mary felt her face flushing, but more from excitement than fear!
She had taken this chance, she told herself. She had picked up an unknown young man on the highway and she had done it for one thing only. To satisfy the itching curiosity about boys which had been planted in her head by that whispering, teenager voice on the phone!
She glanced over at the boy beside her and saw that he was smiling knowingly at her. He had certainly been around, and it made her wonder how many times before he might have been picked up on the highway by love-hungry, sex-starved older women like herself!
"I've got a big one, ma'am," he whispered, quietly. "If you've got a good place to go, I'll be glad to fuck you with it. Otherwise, you can go down on me. I'll never turn down a good suck."
His crude, honest language excited her!
He was talking just like the boy on the phone, using the four-letter words that said it exactly the way it was!
She lifted one hand off the steering wheel and placed it over on his leg.
He immediately improved on the situation by pushing her hand further over on his crotch, and her trembling fingers closed over the large, long lump in his jeans.
She squeezed his sheathed penis exactly the way she had earlier squeezed his hand, letting him know that she was more than casually interested in his body.
"You know a place?" he demanded, softly. "Is there a good park or something around the city?"
"There's a state park," she said, hoarsely.
He grinned. "Hell, let's go to it. I'm horny as a wildcat."
Mary drove almost recklessly to the end of the by-pass, then turned off into the large state park. That early in the morning, the park was almost deserted, and she easily found a snug corner hidden by trees and bushes.
When she killed the engine, the boy already had his jeans unzipped.
"Want a quick fuck?" he asked, gamely.
"I-no, I think-"
"You wanta blow me?"
"Yes."
With a friendly smirk, the eager young stud reached into his jeans and pulled his large cock all the way out. It rode head-first from his crotch, a long, brown, boyish banana of a prick!
Mary gasped softly at the size of the boy's penis. Somehow, she had thought it would be small, but it was every bit as thick and large as her husband's!
The boy casually stroked his horny tool a few times, then let his hand drift away. His fully stiffened cock stood up out of his fly like a club, and Mary felt a wanton twitch go through her cunt just looking at it.
"Suck it," he said huskily.
With blood pounding savagely in her head, Mary leaned over and gently ovaled her lips over the smooth, flared head of the big thing. The pink glans of his warm, pungent prick filled her mouth like a large egg!
She wormed her tongue teasingly around the bulbous shape of his meatus, exploring the exciting contours with the flat of her tongue and the softly nibbling edges of her lips.
"Wow," he husked, happily, "that really feels good, lady!"
She sucked a bit harder for a few seconds, liking the way his coltish cock throbbed lewdly against the roof of her mouth. She brought one hand over and curled her fingers greedily around the base of his hard organ, holding it so she could lick and kiss it better.
"I'll bet talking dirty turns you on," the boy whispered above her. "I sort of got that idea back there on the highway. Want me to talk to you while you eat my dick?"
"UUUMMMM," was all she could manage, but it signaled her willingness to be treated like a whore!
"Yeah, suck on that hard sonofabitch," the boy crooned, softly. "Show me how much you like eating cock ... lick it good, you hungry bitch ... tongue it ... work for my goddamn jism!"
His libidinous words floated down into her ears like sparks, sizzling into her aroused mind and making her stroke his horny tool with ravenous need.
"Go down on it all the way," he hissed, sliding one hand over the nape of her neck and his other hand over the top of her head. "Suck the shit out of my hot fuck-meat!"
With a kittenish moan, Mary pumped her stretched mouth all the way down over his prick. She felt the marvelous inches of his youthful, boyish penis fill her throat to capacity as her lips touched lewdly against the zipper of his fly.
She rode her tongue and lips back up, leaving every inch of his lust-maddened cock gleaming with her warm saliva.
The boldly gorged head of his rod was a dark purple now, pushed up like a huge, ripe plum for her to lick and suck.
She held the sides of his delicious cock with the tips of her fingers and lovingly lapped on just the pink helmet of flesh at the tip.
"Oh, shit," he groaned, softly, "I love that! Lick it, baby! Tongue the hell out of my dick!"
She lost count of the number of times she swallowed his demanding prick to the root, but each time she went down on him the big organ seemed to grow harder and longer in her throat. She closed her eyes and thought of the boy's cock in her dream, and sucked with wanton, slurping strokes.
She had never known how good a cock could taste!
She could hear him still muttering above her, his hands clenched around her neck and head. The work SUCK seemed to be the only word he was saying, and it drummed in her ear hotly as she fought to force the hot sperm from his young balls.
She knew when his climax pulsed closer. He let her know that he didn't have long to wait by sprawling his legs wide apart and crudely pumping back at her suctioning mouth!
Each spicy thrust of his invigorated prick brought him a little closer to an orgasm, and she could already taste the salty juice oozing freely from the tip of his horny boy fuck tool.
"AAAHHH!" he groaned, bucking his young hips upward as he forced every inch of his cock deeper into her mouth. "Take it, honey! Suck off my nuts! DRAIN 'EM!"
As the wildly throbbing column of his penis signaled his climax, she gobbled at the head of it, licking, kissing, sucking to make him cum every drop he could.
With a husky cry of lusty joy, he pushed her head down on his heated flesh and began to shoot off his balls.
The sperm came rocketing up into her windpipe in three or four savage gluts! So powerful was his horny discharges that the sides of her throat bloated out a bit with each salvo of thick, white boy fuck cream!
She sucked his twitching dick madly, swallowing as she sucked, taking every drop of his sweet boycum hotness and then sucking for more!
His hands fell away from her head and he lay back against the seat, his cock throbbing lustfully as she continued to gently stroke up and down on the swollen, wet length of it. She milked a few more drops from the tip, then used her tongue like a soft brush to clean every inch of his meat.
His prick softened very slowly, and even when it was down as much as it would go, it was still large and inviting.
She raised back up finally, her face flushed and happy. She glanced at the boy and saw that he was still in the dreamy stage of complete satisfaction. His mouth was parted in a grin and his eyes looked smoky from the slowly fading heat of his white-hot lust.
"That was great," he said, finally, looking down at the way his large, lax peter was lying sideways over on his leg. "You must suck boys off all the time. You sure as hell seem in practice."
She grinned a nervous grin, due to the disquieting itch she suddenly was aware of between her legs. During the cock-sucking she had not really noticed how crazed with passion her pussy had grown, but now she did!
The boy seemed to read her problem in her eyes and in the flushed color of her face, and he grinned again.
"Lem'me eat you ma'am," he said, flatly. "Get your panties off and I'll give you a real good quickie."
She didn't have to be propositioned twice!
With all the speed of a harlot, she raked off her panties and allowed the eager young hitchhiker to get down on the floor in front of her.
His head disappeared under her dress, and a second later she felt his warm young tongue forcing its way into her hot cunt!
It didn't turn out to be a quickie at all.
He sucked her relaxed but burning pussy for ten or fifteen minutes, bringing her to one voluptuous orgasm after another. Each time she thought he would stop, but he seemed drunk on the copious flow from her mature slit, and he only buried his face deeper into her hairy trench with each spasm of completed lust!
After a full hour in the park, they were finally finished fucking with each other.
She drove him to the big truck stop and let him off, giving him ten dollars as a going-away present.
It was only as she was driving back home that she realized something about herself that frightened her even more than what she had just done in the park with a teenaged boy.
Her pussy itched now more than ever.
And it itched for a little boy!
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mary got back home she took a long, hot, soapy bath. She lay in the water with her well-developed breasts floating in front of her, the long nipples still firm and flushed from the exciting adventure in the park. By closing her eyes, she could still feel the naughty, experienced tongue of the boy twiddling and sucking hotly up between her legs!
She smiled secretly in the privacy of the bathroom and let one hand wander down over her slickly soaped stomach and into the wet, hairy cleft of her cunt.
She fingered herself for a few moments, permitting her clitoris to grow thick and firm as she recalled every second of the incident concerning the sexy young hitchhiker.
He had been so nice!
Now she felt a little cheated that she hadn't figured out some way to make the teenager fuck her, or why she hadn't let him fuck her when he wanted to!
Her mind drifted lazily and passionately to the always stimulating possibility of the boy on the phone.
He would be only too willing to fuck her cunt!
She felt herself brimming toward a wasted orgasm and pulled her finger reluctantly out of her soapy fuck hole. She didn't want to expend her sexual energies on girlish masturbation!
After her bath, she dressed in her best pants suit and combed her hair. She was just applying her make-up when the phone rang sharply in her bedroom.
"Hello," she said, trying to keep down the tremble in her voice.
"Hi, lady, it's me again. The Pussy Man."
She felt her heart jump, and at once the crawling itch returned to her frisky cunt. "Where are you?" she said, more evenly, "and who are you?"
"I told you, baby. I'm the Pussy Man. I've got what you need to make your snatch happy."
She took a ragged breath. "Listen, you dumb little bastard, I may be ready to let you fuck me, but I'm not amused by your snide, silly jokes."
For once she had him speechless!
Before he could say anything else, she continued with her voice lowered to a husky whisper. "If you think you can keep your mouth shut, then I'm willing to meet you, but you'd better be as good as you say you are!"
She heard the boy gulp at the other end. "Jesus, yes," he wheezed, "I'm good fucking. When can we-?"
"How big is your cock," she cut in, casually.
"I-uh-about seven or eight inches, I guess. Hell, it's big enough!"
Mary found herself being moderately amused for having the upper hand with the arrogant young caller, and she poured it on even thicker.
"Do you promise to make me cum?" she demanded.
"Hell yes! Sure, I do!"
"How many times?"
"I-uh-"
"Can you fuck me until I'm satisfied? Can you make me cum four times?"
"I can damned sure try, lady!"
"Will you eat my pussy?"
"Wow, yes!"
"Will you let me suck your prick as much as I want to?"
"Whew! WILL I!"
She grinned, running the tip of her tongue sensuously over the lower side of her lip. "Where can I meet you?" she asked, huskily.
For a moment there was no answer, then Ronda Benton's voice came on at the other end with a delighted little chuckle. "You can meet him over at my place, Mary, come on over!"
If the phone had suddenly turned into a python, Mary couldn't have been more surprised or shocked!
"RONDA!" she gasped, blushing scarlet from her toes to her tits!
"Guilty as charged," Ronda said and giggled. "I've been listening in on my extension to everything you've said to Chuck. Honey, you're even hornier than I am!"
"Ronda," Mary husked, shamefully, "I could kill you for tricking me like this! You knew all along that-"
"Sure I did. Who the hell do you think put this cute young stud up to calling you? I knew I had to bring you out of your dumb shell some way!"
"Y-you mean it's not just a trick?"
Her friend chuckled throatily. "Oh, Chuck is a trick, all right, about the best-looking piece of teenaged trick you're likely to run into in this town. But if you mean does he really mean it about screwing you, just come on over and find out!"
Mary's ears were still burning, but there was another kind of burning going on in her body, too. The burning itch to have her pussy pleasured again by a young boy!
A slack grin pulled up the corners of her mouth as she took full stock of what Ronda and her youthful lover had done with her. It was a crazy joke, but one which promised to have a very happy ending!
"You're still awful, Ronda," she said.
"You mean I'm a dirty old lady, and something of a lusty bitch, to boot. And now that we've got me labeled, are you gonna march your fanny over here or not?"
"Need you ask?" Mary purred, smiling.
In less than ten minutes after she hung up the phone, Mary was pulling up to the apartment building where Ronda lived.
In all of the thousands of times she had ridden up the elevator to Ronda's apartment, Mary had never been as excited as she was today. She could feel the lips of her cunt swelling out stickily, and her tits were firm and coned snugly into the large bra cups under her blouse.
She rang Ronda's buzzer with an insistant stab of her index finger. She was still ringing it when her friend pulled the door wide open.
Ronda grinned. "You must've flown over here on a damn broomstick."
Mary stepped into the apartment, glancing to the right and left. Seeing nobody, she turned and glared at Ronda. "Where is he?"
Ronda put her hands up like a traffic cop. "Whoa, slow down your hormones, honey. I sent him down the hall for some Cokes. I wanted to talk to you a second before I turn that little rascal over to your lecherous claws."
"Talk about what?"
"About Chuck and his little brother."
"Is Chuck the one who-?"
"Yes, he's your dirty phone caller, and I put him up to it. It's his kid brother I'm interested in. It seems his little brother is a horny fourteen, and I-"
"Fourteen?" Mary gasped. "My God, Ronda, that's the same age as my Billy!"
A cunning, wanton grin spread across Ronda's face. "So sue me," she slurred. "Fourteen is plenty old enough!"
"But what has that got to do with me?"
"Plenty. I want you to help me seduce Chuck's little brother, and since you know more about boys that age than I do, I thought-"
"I won't do that, Ronda. A sixteen-year-old boy is one thing, but a baby like-"
"When was the last time you saw Billy naked?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me. When was the last time you saw your son without a blessed stitch on?"
"Well, I-"
"That's exactly what I thought," Ronda purred, grinning. "Maybe I do know more than you about it. Don't you know that in some societies a fourteen-year-old boy is considered a man. Honey, he's got hair on his cock, and he can cum a country mile!"
"Ronda!"
"Don't look so damned shocked, Mary. I didn't say I wanted to screw Billy. I just said that a boy his age is fair game for anybody looking for good, healthy, steady sex. And I am!
Mary was still feeling a bit shocked, her cheeks suffused with a rosy glow, when the buzzer sounded at the apartment door.
"That's Chuck," Ronda said, giving her friend a sly wink. "I think after you get a taste of this beautiful little stud, you'll find yourself wondering the same thing I did, if there are any more at home like him. The answer to that horny question, sweetie, is yes!"
Mary felt her heart thumping as Ronda strolled to the door and yanked it open.
One of the cutest teenage boys she'd ever seen walked into the room, holding two large Cokes in one hand and a package of potato chips in the other.
Mary's eyes circled the boy's body with a shameless swing, and zeroed in quickly on his crotch. There was a formidable bulge there, which made Mary wonder if her friend Ronda had not been doing something naughty with the youth even before she arrived.
"Chuck, this is Mrs. Archer-or Mary," Ronda said, making a small joke out of the flushed look which had come into Chuck's cheeks at the face-to-face confrontation with the woman he had been talking so lewdly to on the phone.
"Hi," Chuck said, a bit huskily.
Mary smiled and felt a little flutter of enjoyment as she saw the boy's eyes dart lustily at her breasts, then down to her hips.
"Chuck was just going to get out of some things," Ronda purred, giving the boy a grin and a small pat on his ass.
Chuck smiled and nodded, then headed for Ronda's bedroom.
When he had shut the door behind him, Mary shook her head in disbelief. "My, he is a good-looking thing, isn't he?"
Ronda nodded. "I told you he was something else, and he showed me a picture of his little brother. If anybody ever painted a horny little angel, it's his brother Joey!"
Mary laughed softly, unable to withstand the blunt, heated manner of her friend's talk.
"I told Chuck to get ready for us in there, and we're supposed to get ready for him out here."
"Meaning-?"
"Get out of every stitch you have on, dear. Boys these days don't like to screw with their tennis shoes on, the way they did in our day."
"Oh, Ronda," Mary said and chuckled.
In only a few moments both women had their clothes off, and found themselves casting curious, envious glances at each other.
"And I thought I was the well-preserved one," Ronda said. "My God, Mary, what have you been doing, push-ups and leg-bends?"
"Thanks for the compliment, but I'll bet you've been getting a lot of the real fun kind of exercise with a boy like Chuck around."
"I do what I can!"
They went together to the bedroom, as naked as a couple of whores, and Ronda tapped lightly.
"Come on in!" Chuck called.
They entered the bedroom, and the first thing Mary saw was a view of Chuck in the dead center of Ronda's bed. He was buck naked, swigging on one of the Cokes!
Mary felt the crazy itch begin in her cunt again as she drank in the sight of the sixteen-year-old boy. His body was just at that perfect stage between boyishness and manhood. A light sprinkle of gold hair ran from his calves to a point a bit higher on his legs. He had no hair on his chest, but a dark, exciting tuft of it under each armpit, and there was a nap of the same dark hair at the root of his well-developed penis.
Ronda turned and whispered into Mary's ear. "I forgot to mention it, but I told Chuck we would be his sex slaves today, think you'd like that game?"
"Anything!" Mary whispered back, hotly.
The grown females circled around the sides of the bed and sat down, facing the lucky boy from both the right and left.
"You tell us what you want, Chuck," Ronda crooned.
His horny young prick was already wriggling up the side of his leg, thickening and elongating by the second.
"Both of you suck on my prick," he said, his breath halting and broken with the growing desire to be pleasured.
Ronda grinned, then swung around so that her head was facing Chuck's cock. Her hair spilled over his stomach as she curled one hand around his steadily stiffening tool. She held the beautiful, strongly developed boycock in her hand like a big ice-cream cone as she glanced over at Mary and winked.
"C'mon, pal," Ronda said, huskily, "let's treat this sexy young stud to something new!"
Mary swung into position from the other side of the boy, bringing her head to within only inches of his brawny prod.
Just the sight of two grown women, both naked and very attractive, hovering over his loins with the intention of sucking his peter made Chuck Bates groan softly with a deeply felt adolescent lust.
His prick grew hard and perpendicular within Ronda's grasping hand. Before they even touched his meat with their tongues, it had developed into a roaring hard-on of almost eight inches!
Ronda moved her mouth over against the spongy, pink head of Chuck's cock and began to gently lick on it. Her wanton, experienced tongue began to titillate the sensitive underside of the boy's glans, making it flare and turn very much firmer!
Mary nosed a bit lower down on the handsome boy's penis, licking with the flat of her tongue along the hard column of velvet-smooth flesh. She covered every inch she could, and her soft, furry tongue felt the hotness of his erect cock respond to each touch.
They worked on his boldly throbbing prick for several long minutes, trading positions now and then so the feel of a different tongue in different places would pleasure the horny young stud as much as possible.
Chuck had imagined many times what it would be like to have one or more hot tongues licking and sucking on his cock, but the reality of it was almost more then he could take!
He groaned steadily, moving his legs as wide apart as he could so they could lap on his smooth, brown balls. He could feel his nipples growing hard with venereal lust as the two stroking tongues played games with his organ.
Once, when both Mary and Ronda ovaled their mouths around the bursting head of his sturdy dick, he had to push them away to keep from cumming!
If anything, the two sluttish females were enjoying eating his prick even more than he was having them eat it. They slurped greedily over every inch of the piping-hot toy, lewdly licking around and between his swollen, firm balls until both his fleshy boycum globes gleamed with moisture.
"I-I'm gonna cum" he whispered, finally.
Like any hostess should, Ronda offered Mary the first choice of taking the boy's hot sperm. She watched with a flushed, grinning face as Mary ovaled her lips tightly over the head of his marvelous young prick and began to suck it with slow, demanding strokes.
Then, just as his orgasm began to roar to the surface, Ronda dipped down and lightly teased his quivering nuts with the tip of her wet tongue.
Chuck's over-heated balls exploded with a delicious, throbbing blast of spunk. He filled Mary's gently sucking mouth with what seemed to her like a quart of thick, smoking boynut cream!
She swallowed once, then twice, and still found her throat wallowing with the stringy, hot nectar from his boyish testicles!
She kept sucking his dick and was delighted when the youthful, virile cock remained as hard as ever.
Now she knew what it was she liked about boys.
They were endlessly arousable!
When Mary finally pulled her wet lips off the slick head of Chuck's prick, it was standing up like a hard bar of stone.
"I want to watch him fuck you," Ronda said, wickedly.
The news was like a symphony of lust to Mary's ears!
With all her modesty completely gone, Mary crawled up on the bed and lay down on her back, opening her shapely legs wide. She could feel the hairy lips of her cunt pulling open, moist and hot, and her clitoris was already firm and sticking up like a thumb out of the upper folds of her slit.
"Fuck her, honey," Ronda whispered. "Prove to her that you meant everything you said on the phone!"
Like the salacious young monkey he was, Chuck repositioned himself on the bed above Mary. His lewdly stiff cock stuck out from between his boyish legs like a club. It was perfectly obvious that much of his stimulation was due to at last getting to pump his prick to a strange pussy. A pussy that wanted him every bit as much as he wanted it!
Mary gasped with pleasure as she felt the first thrust between her legs.
Chuck rode half of his coltish cock up into the whiskery gash with the first thrust, then thrust a couple of more times until he was horsed in Mary's cunt to his balls.
She moaned lazily as she felt the whole length of his teenaged prick soaking in the hotness of her vagina, and her cuntal muscles constricted lecherously to hold his hard meat inside her.
It also began to dawn on both Chuck and Mary that Ronda had not been entirely selfless in suggesting that her friend be the first one fucked. Indeed, the wanton female was taking delicious advantage of Chuck's position.
She had moved around behind the boy and was delighting in the pornographic sight of his raised, naked buttocks and balls, and in the even more exciting view of how his stout cock was pushed to the hairs between Mary's sprawled legs.
Then Ronda began to kiss Chuck's ass.
She gave him wet, slurping kisses along the firm roundness of both his ass-cheeks. She slid her tongue lasciviously between the crease of his buttocks, tickling his brown anus with the tip of her tongue at the same time her fingers played gently along the fullness of his balls.
With a grunt of almost savage lust, Chuck began to fuck Mary!
What he lacked in finesse, he made up for with enthusiasm!
Mary had never been screwed with such energetic, thrusting passion. The iron-hard column of boyfuck flesh rubbed and massaged the length of her broiling pussy!
To stimulate his need to fuck even faster and better, Ronda deepened her own involvement in the orgy. She glued her mouth to the boy's charming asshole and rode up and down with his pumping action, sucking humid kisses from the unique hole between his sweaty buttocks!
Mary was soon lost in a whirring rapture of lustful joy. Her brazen, insatiable cunt yawned and slathered as it swallowed the demanding young cock over and over. She gloried in the fist-like head of the boy's penis as it rubbed high up against her womb and sent one sputtering thrill after another through her loins.
Finally, with a long sigh of contentment, Mary dug her hands into the biceps of her fucker's arms and spasmed with heated, reckless pleasure.
Chuck continued to pump lustily for a few more seconds, his prick being held in a vise-like grip by Mary's foaming pussy, then he released his bolting spurts of boyfuck juice.
Ronda's reward for all of this was a loud fart delivered in her face as Chuck spasmed with uncontrollable fury.
Ronda pulled away from the glowing buttocks of the teenaged boy, grinning and rubbing her nose like a rabbit, and barely bothering to conceal her rabbity pleasure at being next on the cock-getting list!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where were you all afternoon?" Dave Archer asked, looking up at his wife from his newspaper. "I tried to call you a dozen times."
Mary felt the icy tingle of guilt go through her body, but it was more than erased by the nice memory of what she and Ronda had done with the yardboy. She just hoped that the glow in her cheeks didn't signal anything of the kind to her husband!
"Ronda and I went shopping," she lied, easily. "Wasn't Ronda working this afternoon at her shop?"
"She-uh-took off."
Dave Archer sighed and rattled his newspaper. "Well, I was trying to call you to ask if you'd like to go with me this weekend. The boss tells me I've got to go shake up the real estate deal in Barton City. We could farm out the kids to somebody, and-"
"I'm sorry, Dave," Mary cut in, quickly. "I don't think I'm up to a trip. Besides, farming out your children, as you put it, is an easy way to make enemies."
Dave shrugged. "I'm sure Ronda wouldn't mind looking after Cindy and Billy."
Mary got a fast mental picture of how Ronda might decide to "look after" Billy!
"Nope," she responded, emphatically, "we've imposed on Ronda too much. I don't want to lose my best friend."
"Okay, but it could get pretty lonely for you sitting here the whole weekend without your hero."
Mary smiled, and gave her husband a quick peck on his cheek. She was immediately reminded of the difference between the smooth, apple-cheeked beauty of Chuck Bates and the rougher texture of her husband's shaved face. She knew without even thinking about it that she preferred a boy's skin.
"Hey, where are those damn kids, anyway?" Dave growled. "I'm starving."
"I think Cindy's still taking her bath," Mary said.
"And what's keeping that hungry little son of ours from the dinner table? He's usually down here wolfing up everything on the table."
Mary checked the roast once more, checked also to see that Dave was settled momentarily back into his newspaper, then went upstairs to raise the troops.
Sure enough, Cindy was splashing around in the big tub in the bathroom. She had her hair tied up, adult-fashion, but she spoiled all that by also having the old rubber duck she had played with since she was six. She was splashing it around when Mary entered the bathroom.
"Hi, Mom," Cindy said, smiling up with those same gray eyes her mother had, eyes that could drive the Harry Parks of the world into an instant hard-on!
"Hurry up, Cindy. Your father's hungry."
"Okay, Mom, I'm finished. Hand me a towel, please."
Mary handed her daughter a towel, and watched as she rose from the soapy water like a little nymph.
Mary could not help but notice how Cindy was developing, how much she had come along in the last year. Her small breasts were much plumper and the little nipples were like the tips of baby's thumbs in the center of the amber areolas. But the thing which really gave Mary a start was the bit of golden fuzz covering Cindy's virginal young pussy. It was as light as the down on a pubescent boy's cheeks, but it somehow gave a very erotic emphasis to the pouting little lips of her sex.
"Hurry and dress, dear," Mary said, not glancing back again as she left the bathroom.
"Make Billy hurry up, too," Cindy called after her, insistently. "He's locked himself in his room for some reason!"
As Mary made her way down the hall, she thought about what Cindy had said.
Billy almost never locked the door of his bedroom, and that aroused a delicious little curiosity in Mary's head.
She had intended to bang on her son's door, but instead she stopped just outside his bedroom as quietly as possible. She looked in both directions down the hall to make sure neither Cindy nor her husband were in sight, then knelt quickly down and put her eye to the keyhole.
What she saw made her blood jump in her veins.
Billy was lying on his bed, jacking off!
Mary felt her nerves gathering like metal filings to the magnet of her cunt at the sight framed in the keyhole.
Billy had his prick out of his pants, and he was gently, almost lazily jacking it up and down in his fist as he looked at a magazine of some kind. Instinctively, Mary knew it had to be a dirty magazine, one of those filthy things you saw all the time on the newsstands these days.
It wasn't the pornography which riveted her attention as she knelt with shameless interest at her son's door. It was the size and hardness of his fourteen-year-old cock!
Mary couldn't believe how large it was. Every bit as big as Chuck's penis, and maybe a tiny bit longer!
At any rate, the smooth, pink head of Billy's prick stood up far above the place where his fist clasped the column of his tool.
It was the kind of horny young peter that any boy-crazy girl-or woman!-would love to get her hands on!
Her voyeuristic pleasure was short lived. Only seconds after she put her eye to the keyhole, she heard Cindy scrambling out of the bathroom.
She rose quickly back to a standing position and knocked firmly on Billy's door.
"Billy, come down to dinner right this instant!"
She heard nothing but a guilty, tell-tale silence from the bedroom. She imagined how wildly the little rascal was trying to stuff that big cock back into his tight pants!
"BILLY, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Uh-yeah, Mom, I'm coming in a minute!"
She smiled inwardly at the double-meaning of the remark. She just bet he'd be cumming in another minute!
As she walked on down the hall, she could again feel that maddening itch between her legs. She blushed to realize what she had been feeling and thinking as she watched her son play with himself. She remembered what Ronda had so wisely and sluttishly said: in some societies a fourteen-year-old boy is considered a man ... he's got hair on his cock and he can cum a country mile!
The lips of Mary's horny twat rubbed together as she walked, and she could feel a moist hotness at the center of her cunt.
God, she thought, could it be that I'm wanting to fuck my own son?
She knew how outrageous the idea was, and how angry and shocked she would be to think that her husband might entertain the same kind of lustful thoughts about Cindy.
The suggestion that Dave would be capable of trying to screw their twelve-year-old daughter sent an odd, vibrant ripple of excitement through her!
"No," she whispered to herself, firmly, "the only people who do things like that are low-down white-trash types!"
She also knew as she went weakly down the stairs that what she had done that very afternoon with a boy not much older than Billy was every bit as trashy!
It was in the middle of the afternoon on the following day that Mary had a visitor-or visitors.
She had just finished tidying up the living room when the doorbell rang. She was half-expecting Ronda to come by on one of her usual long, endless coffee breaks, so when she opened the door she was somewhat shocked to see Chuck Bates standing there with one of his high school friends, a tall, black boy in a football jacket.
"Hi," Chuck said and grinned, "mind if we come in?"
"I-I guess not. Yes, come on in."
Her first impulse was to be angry that Chuck would have the nerve to simply appear at her door, and this time without even the formality of a dirty phone call!
"Mrs. Archer, I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine. This is Willy Smith."
The tall, black boy smiled politely at her.
Once they were in the house, Mary lost some of her momentary discomfort, and much of it was due to the quiet, well-mannered attitude both of the young boys had.
"Would you like Cokes?" she said, quickly, "and maybe some cookies?"
"Sure," Chuck said.
She ushered them into the living room, then went hurriedly off to the kitchen to prepare refreshments. While she was opening a package of caramel cookies Chuck came into the kitchen and joined her.
"What do you think of Willy?" he asked softly.
Mary gave him a careful glance. "I think it was a little rash of you to bring somebody over here. You might have called."
Chuck shrugged. "Sorry, but I knew your kids would be in school and your hubby at work."
"Why aren't you in school, too?"
"Willy and I skipped football practice today. Look, if it's going to bug you or something to have us over here-"
"I-I didn't mean that," Mary said, almost pleadingly.
Chuck grinned loosely and one hand slipped up around her hip. He squeezed his fingers suggestively into the firm flesh, sending little electric thrills through her loins.
"Old Willy wants to fuck ya," he whispered, lewdly, "and so do I. I really grooved on what we did yesterday over at Ronda's place."
Mary felt her throat going dry. Just the thought of getting screwed by both horny young boys made her feel a little crazy inside-tingling, moist, yearning!
"W-why didn't you take your friend to see Ronda?" she managed, finally.
Chuck's eyes slitted. "Hell, Ronda's okay, but she doesn't begin to have the body you've got, Mrs. Archer. Maybe you didn't notice, but I got one of the biggest hard-on's I've ever had yesterday when I got on top of you. I'd rather fuck your beautiful pussy any time of the day or night than Ronda-only don't tell her that, for Pete's sake."
"I won't."
"What do you say, then? Will's really a well-hung guy, if you can dig blacks."
Mary felt every pore of her body humming with the growing need to have more of the same kind of fun she'd enjoyed the day before, dangerous as it was to even think about doing it in her own house!
Her mind was being made up for her, however, by the crafty way Chuck was sliding his hands higher up over her body. In moments he was feeling her tits through her blouse, rubbing and manipulating the coned hotness of her boobs with the experience of a born little cocksman. He forced her nipples to harden and stick out like corks!
"C'mon, Mrs. Archer," he husked, softly, putting his teenage mouth close against her ear, "Willy and me are horny as goddamn toads. We'll show you a real good time. I promise we'll both fuck ya better than you've ever had it!"
A trickle of moisture had already formed between the lips of her cunt, and she could feel the lustful pull high up in her womb, a wrathful hole that would be satisfied now with nothing less than two large, sturdy boy pricks!
"Yes," she said, slurringly, "yes, I want both of you to fuck me. Yes!"
"Atta, baby," Chuck whispered back, and to show her how pleased he was, he pushed his body up hard against her buttocks. She could feel the huge outline of his stiffened cock against the sensitive cheek of her ass, and a shiver of wanton greed shot through her thighs.
She reached behind her and took hold of the boy's sheathed and horny penis, feeling every inch of it, longing already to have it buried to the balls in her insatiable snatch!
As she turned to be folded into Chuck's strong young arms, she saw out of the corner of her eye the tall form of Willy Smith. He was standing at the door of the kitchen, watching them with a slack grin on his black face.
The sight of the sexy Negro youth sent another brazen thrill through Mary's body. She had never had sex with a black before, and like every white woman in the world, she harbored in the back of her mind the boiling desire to be possessed by a dark, swarthy prick!
Chuck had his back to Willy, but Mary crooked her finger at the somewhat timid football player, motioning for him to come join the fun.
Willy strolled over and stood just inches away from Mary.
With all the subtlety of a whore, Mary reached down and began to rub the enormous bulge in the black boy's pants.
His cock felt absolutely brutal under the rough texture of his jeans, one of those deliciously long, large, thick organs that could probably fuck a whole troop of girl scouts and still come out stiff, wet, and hot!
"Ummmmmm," Mary purred, stroking the big dick through Willy's pants, "I want this!"
Willy grinned even more, showing a line of perfectly white teeth in his ebony face.
Chuck broke a little away from her, his powerfully aroused cock bulging out the front of his pants.
"Where do you want us to fuck?" Chuck demanded, huskily.
"Follow me, both of you!"
They trailed closely behind her as she went upstairs, like two young male dogs in high heat after a cunt-fragrant bitch!
She led them to her bedroom, then shut and locked the door. Even before she could get the door firmly secured, both oversexed little bastards were climbing out of their jeans!
With her tits hardening to firm peaks, Mary quickly crawled out of her own things. She jerked and raked her panties and bra off, feeling a wild excitement at undressing for the young studs, and knowing that both of them were dying to paw her, kiss her, fuck her!
They had an even more exciting event in store for her, too.
When she turned to them, drinking in their nude, aroused bodies with lustful eyes, Chuck was grinning with the pleasure of somebody about to reveal a happy surprise.
"You know what Ronda and you did to me yesterday?" he drawled. "Well, Willy and me wanta try that with you, sort of show you how much fun it is to have two tongues working on you at the same time."
She was more than willing to help them prove their point!
"Lay down on the side of the bed," Chuck instructed. "Pull your legs up and stick your pussy over the edge."
Mary took one last gloating look at both her finely equipped lovers. Chuck's body seemed even more beautiful to her than it had the day before, just a magnificently proportioned boy with a big prick wagging lustfully between his legs.
But it was the sight of Willy Smith that turned every pore of her body into a hotly jumping atom. The black boy had big hands and feet, but his teenaged body was a sculptor's dream of Negroid perfection. His wide shoulders tapered down to an almost girlish waist, and between his strong, dusky legs-and sticking out a full eight or nine inches-was one of the biggest, strongest-looking cocks she'd ever seen.
Will was hung like a full-grown man, with the pink glans of his oversized tool peeking out of the cowl of dark meat like a plum.
Mary sank back on the bed, weak and trembling, and got into position to have her cunt sucked by both boys.
They came to her quickly, kneeling between her legs like youthful satyrs.
She moaned softly as she felt the hands of both boys pulling the hairy folds of her pussy wide apart to reveal the deeply creased, long slit of her smoking fuck hole. Almost at once she was pleasured by Chuck's hungry tongue darting hotly into her twat!
The horny boy sucked greedily inside her cunt for a few moments, then pulled back so Willy could get his first taste of her mature vagina.
The second she felt the long, demanding tongue of the black boy injected deep into her smoldering pussy, she groaned and wriggled her ass with voluptuous pleasure.
Willy stroked and tongued her pouting cunt until it was prickling with ecstasy!
She moved her wanton legs as wide apart as she could, allowing room for their tongues to feed on her passionate quim. The inner lips of her hot fuck hole turned a dark red as the stabbing, stroking, darting tongues lapped for her pussy juices.
How long they worked on her, she didn't know. The pleasures seemed to dovetail, each spasming thrill deeper and better than the last. While one sucked on her stiffly erected clitoris, another tongue-fucked her, driving spikes of joy all the way up to her tits!
She found herself growing hungry to suck their pricks!
When she was just at the brink of a delicious orgasm, she pushed their heads away and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her pussy yawned open, slack and wet, as she sat with her legs sprawled apart.
The boys stood up by the side of the bed, their furiously aroused pricks standing out between their legs and throbbing with adolescent lust.
She wanted to be fucked, but first she wanted to show them how much she worshiped their dicks.
While they stood motionless with their arms hanging down at their sides, she went from one cock to the other, sucking the hot stiffness of their flesh deep into her throat.
Willy's long, black prick was especially tempting for her, and every time she took it into her mouth she rode as far down on it as she could. Each time she pulled away, Willy's stallion-sized cock seemed harder than before, the ebony meat gleaming wet with her saliva.
Her pussy was a hornet's nest of need, and with a slavering sigh she lay back on the bed and offered her pliant cunt to them to do with as they pleased.
Chuck was first, shoving his boy cock balls-deep into the whiskered folds and holding her up by her buttocks with his hands.
He pumped her willing pussy energetically, making his balls slap like warm pears against the crack of her asshole. With each stroke, her cunt absorbed the stoutness of his organ, bloating and constricting by turns to suit the driving power of his beautiful rod.
Chuck pulled out finally with his cock still as hard as stone, and Willy took over.
As she felt the long, huge prick of the black boy funneling up inside the burning channel of her pussy, she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a low, lustful moan of joy.
She could feel every inch of the swarthy cock riding against the grainy walls of her vagina, massaging her like the large tool of a horse!
"Ah!" she gasped. "Oh-YES! FUCK ME! FUUUCK MEEEEeeee!"
Willy's dark hands held the moons of her ass firmly as he pounded and pumped his immoderately large prick into the sappy, drizzling hotness of her cunt.
He was still fucking her, bringing her closer and closer to a blinding orgasm, when Chuck crawled up on the bed and straddled her shoulders. He forced his rigid young cock between her lips and began to fuck her mouth at the same time Willy fucked her cunt.
She was filled to capacity by two teenage prods!
As her passion mounted into flaming lust, she closed her legs together, squeezing the deeply burrowed black prick over and over until it literally detonated one powerful spurt of viscous sperm after another into her gulping slit.
At almost the same time, Chuck pumped her throat full of his own copious spunk, shoving his cock so far down her gullet that his balls pressed like weights against her chin.
She swallowed every drop of cum from the young studs, using her pussy like a mouth, and her mouth like a pussy!
CHAPTER SIX
The weekend came almost too quickly for Mary to adjust to the blazing temptation of being alone in the house with Billy.
Always before on her husband's long weekend trips she had been indifferent to the attraction of having a teenage boy under her feet, but not now. Not after having tasted the forbidden delights of big-dicked studs like Willy Smith and Chuck Bates!
That afternoon in her bedroom was something she would never forget, and the erotic memories of it hung constantly in her mind like some sweet, poisonous fog. Just thinking about how wildly hot she had felt when Willy's lustfully large black cock had spurted a tribute of sperm into her twitching, whorish cunt still sent thrills spilling down her spine.
Chuck had performed better than he had the first time. Not only had he been able to cum in her mouth while Willy savagely pumped her pussy full of nectar, the lewd little devil had turned right around and fucked her all over again. As she had thought the first time she offered her body to the boy's demanding horniness, what he lacked in experience he more than made up for in amorous energy!
Despite the fun of that afternoon, she knew how dangerous the whole little game could be, and she didn't want to end up in a divorce court with some sour judge glaring down at her and asking questions about her new hobby of fucking and sucking teenaged boys!
Yet ... festering in her mind was the constant, crawling itch to try something with Billy!
It took Ronda Benton to snatch her at the last minute from doing something she considered not only incestuous, but reckless, to provide an alternative which would satisfy her dark craving to experience sex with a male even younger than Willy and Chuck.
The call from Ronda came the Saturday morning that her husband left, with both Billy and Cindy safely out of the house. Billy had gone out to play baseball with some of his pals, and Cindy was visiting one of her girl friends, with the possibility of staying all night with the girl.
Ronda's voice came over the phone with a warm rasp of excitement.
"Know what I told you the other day, about Chuck's little brother?" Ronda said.
"Yes, what about him?"
"Chuck told me last night that it's all set up. We can have him if we want him."
Mary felt a bold throb go through her loins at the news. "Golly, Ronda, do you really think it's safe?"
"Safe as your grandmother's rocking chair, honey. Chuck told me that he talked it all over with Joey. He said the little devil got a hard-on just thinking about getting his bone pleasured."
Mary felt her cheeks flush from the crude language of her old friend, but the possibility of savoring the virginal flesh of a fourteen-year-old boy overcame any modesty and fear she might have ordinarily had.
"How do we-uh-meet him?" Mary asked, haltingly.
"It's all arranged. We'll take him to a motel."
Mary blinked dumbly at the receiver in her hand. "A motel? Why not your apartment?"
Ronda sighed from her end. "I don't think the management would like it. I've already got a couple of dirty looks from some of the old bitches who live in the building here with me. They've seen Chuck come and go so many times they think he's my long-lost nephew!"
"But a motel, Ronda. Isn't that-?"
"Not the motel I've got in mind. One of the traveling salesmen told me about this place out on Range Line, north of the city. He said for a few dollars slipped to the old buzzard who runs the place, you could take in a great dane and fourteen sailors with no questions asked!"
Mary smiled. "It sounds all right. When do we do it?"
"In one hour."
"What?"
"You heard me, sweetie. After all, you can't keep a kid that young out all hours of the night without his parents going into a war-whoop. Don't worry, I'm picking him up in front of a drug store downtown. God, I hope he won't be standing there in short pants with a lollipop in his cute mouth!"
Mary laughed. "Ronda, you'll never change."
"I hope not. When I get to the point that I don't start steaming at my port-hole over a teenaged boy with a hard petey, then you can call the undertaker. I'll be finished!"
Mary remembered the dirty magazine Billy had tucked away in his room, and said, "Mind if I bring along something that might stir Joey's imagination in a naughty direction?"
"You mean your pussy?"
Mary flushed rawly. "No, silly, I mean some dirty pictures."
"Oh, wow, they may not stir Joey, but they will sure as hell turn me on. Sure, bring 'em along!"
After she had finished the conversation with her sensual pal, Mary marched upstairs and rummaged through her son's room like a pirate after buried treasure.
She found the treasure deep under his shorts and gym jock straps!
One look at the cover of the magazine was enough to make Mary's eyes pop. The name of the dirty periodical was Suck 'em! and it had in full color on the cover the picture of a woman with her mouth wide open, about to take between her lips a stiff prick that already looked oily and wet from having been licked and sucked for some time.
Mary flipped through the prurient magazine, her cunt twitching a little wildly at some of the more explicit pictures. One showed a black man with a ten-inch prick fucking a girl very little older than Cindy! Another-and one of the maddest yet-was a double-spread photograph of a grinning young boy having his cock sucked by no less than three females. All of them had their tongues as far out of their mouths as they could, and each tongue was licking on a different part of the lucky little stud's violently raised penis!
Mary shut the magazine, her cheeks burning red with the erotic stimulation of the photos, and with the knowledge that Billy had been mooning over the lewd stuff and jacking off like an animal.
She wondered where he had got his hands on such depraved pornography!
She found a brown envelope to tuck the magazine in, and in only a few more minutes she was in her car and heading for the motel on Range Line which Ronda had promised would be as safe a place as any to discover the delights of a pubescent boy's body!
The second Ronda had hung up the phone, she was on her way to the drug store.
Chuck had told her that Joey would be waiting on the corner, that he would be wearing a blue jacket and had longish blond hair.
Ronda could feel her wanton, almost-over-the-hill pussy bubbling with the mad excitement of Joey Bates. She only hoped he had half the sex-drive of his big brother, because if he did, she fully intended to milk his horsy young balls of every sweet drop of sperm!
When she got downtown, she circled the block containing the drug store until she saw her prey. He was standing on the corner, leaning casually against a parking meter. The sight of his darling young body sent still another lustful throb deep into the core of Ronda's cunt.
He looked deliciously fuckable to her!
She pulled her late-model car right up to him and opened the door on the rider's side. She smiled at him the way Cinderella probably smiled at the Prince!
Joey came over to the car and peered in. "Are you Mrs. Benton?" he asked, his voice a rough approximation between boy and man.
She grinned. "That's close enough-hop in!"
The young boy got into the car, with Ronda drinking in every move he made.
He looked even younger than fourteen to her, but his tight pants showed off his developing young body to great advantage. When he turned and smiled at her through his neatly combed frame of blond hair, she felt a brazen desire go singing through her loins.
Once they were going down the street, she glanced over at him again and caught him oogling her tits.
"You-uh-have a girl friend?" she asked, trying to make the oldest come-on in the world sound fresh.
"A couple," he said casually.
His arrogant reply amused her and she reached over and patted his firm leg high up past his knee.
"What do you like to do with your girl friends?" she asked, her head feeling light as a balloon as she became more comfortably brazen with the handsome little brat.
"Anything they'll let me," he drawled.
"Such as?"
He gave her large tits another greedy look and spots of excitement showed on his smooth young cheeks. "I like to-uh-"
"To what, honey?" Ronda demanded, shamelessly.
"Oh, you know, I like to do anything I can."
His side-stepping of the issue proved the point to Ronda. It was a point that made her sluttish old cunt burn with anticipation. She could feel her clitoris growing firm and thick already!
"Tell the truth, Joey," she snapped, sounding like an old-maid schoolteacher. "You've never had a girl, have you?"
The boy blushed, grinned crookedly, and then shrugged. "Naw, not really, I guess," he confessed, shyly. "But I did. have some fun once with my cousine Maxine. She came to visit us last summer from California."
"And what did you and Maxine do?"
The boy blushed deeper, making Ronda even more excited by his coy, boyish innocence.
"I played a little with her," he said, softly.
"Played with her what? Did you play with her pussy, Joey?"
She saw his mouth open in a ragged grin. "Yeah, a little."
"Did she like it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You used your finger on her?"
The boy glanced at her, looking almost amazed at her knowledge of what boys like to do with girls!
Ronda grinned. "I'll bet she really enjoyed having a cute little thing like you stick his finger up her pussy."
Joe blinked and blushed again, then grinned.
Ronda spied the growing bulge in the boy's pants and it looked very promising, indeed!
She lowered her voice to a husky whisper and put her hand over on the firm, upper part of his leg, just inches from where his fourteen-year-old prick was growing hard as teak wood.
"Would you like to put your finger into my pussy, Joey?" she asked, recklessly.
"Y-yes, ma'am."
Ronda wet her lips and asked the question which had been burning on the tip of her tongue ever since the good-looking, willing young child got into the car with her.
"Do you want to fuck me, Joey?"
The boy gulped with pleasure. "I-I sure do, ma'am!"
Ronda smiled back at him, moving her fingers up teasingly to the heavy lump in his pants. She felt his hard-on throb stiffly and urgently under her lightly touching fingertips, and she knew without question that she and Mary Archer were in for one hell of a good time in that motel room!
At that very moment, Mary was pulling away from her house with the dirty magazine beside her.
She had much further to drive to reach Range Line than Ronda did, and much more traffic to get through.
Her nerves were in poor condition to maneuver the car through the streets, but she managed to reach the by-pass with moderate success. On her way to the motel, she couldn't help but remember her first encounter with a boy the day she had picked up the sexy young hitchhiker. She remembered how hungrily the cute stud had eaten her starved pussy, making her cum several times before he was satisfied!
She only hoped that Joey Bates had the same kind of fun curiosity to taste what she had between her legs as the older boy had. Just the thought of a boy barely into his teens sticking his exploring tongue into her scalding cunt sent a thrill through her blood, and she drove a bit faster!
The highway known as Range Line was a string of cheap motels and bars. The motel Ronda had mentioned was called The Alibi, and when Mary reached it she saw that it was one of the cheapest on the strip. It needed painting and it looked as if nobody would even care to rent a room there, but even this early on Saturday there were already a dozen cars pulled up to the individual units everything from expensive cars to strip-down, teenager jalopies!
She saw Ronda's convertible pulled up in front of one of the units, so she parked her car beside it.
With thumping heart, she stuck the lewd magazine under her arm and hurried to the motel door. It took several demanding raps of her hand to get any response. When Ronda finally opened the door she only allowed an inch or so of her glowing face to show before she let Mary in.
Then Mary saw why Ronda was so careful.
There was a fourteen-year-old boy on the lumpy motel bed, stark naked, his stout young prick jutting up from between his legs in what looked like a perpetual stiffness!
Mary smiled and gave her life-long friend a naughty glance.
As if to admit that she might have indeed started the party a bit early, Ronda grinned back with rosy, flushed cheeks.
Mary knew without asking that Ronda had either been sucking or teasing the good-looking boy's lusty cock, and she could hardly blame her for it. Just the sight of the boyish body sent a wanton need through Mary's flesh.
"At least I didn't climb out of my clothes," Ronda said, casually.
"That's more than you can say for him," Mary said and grinned.
Ronda made some mild introductions between Joey and Mary, and if the boy was embarrassed at having another grown woman waltz into the motel room while he was lying there with his prick roaring madly skyward, he didn't show it!
"Don't let me be a spoil-sport," Mary said, charitably.
Ronda smiled gratefully, already unbuttoning her blouse with nimble, urgent fingers.
In seconds, Ronda was completely naked, and Joey's eyes had followed every movement. His total interest in watching a woman get out of her clothes was reflected in the way his already stony young prick grew even harder and longer. By the time Ronda had stripped off her panties and bra, the strapping cock between the boy's legs was standing straight up!
"What's that under your arm?" Ronda asked, seeing the brown envelope Mary had brought in.
"A surprise for Joey," Mary said, taking the magazine out of hiding.
Ronda whistled throatily when she saw the cover and, as she tossed it over for Joey to enjoy, she glanced again at her friend and whispered, "I've got a little surprise for you, but later. Right now you can either join the fun and games over on the bed, or you can watch. And don't worry, I'm already convinced that our little tiger is going to be able to go and go and GO!"
Mary smiled and began to unhitch her skirt as Ronda strolled quickly over to the bed.
Joe had the magazine open with both hands and was racing his eyes over the lewd photographs. His kissable young mouth was actually hanging open at the electrifying sight of the dirty pictures, and once again his lusty interest was being translated in a most charming way. His prick was throbbing every second or so!
Mary continued to get out of her clothes, but she kept her eyes glued to what Ronda was doing to and with the handsome boy.
With all the aplomb of a whore, Ronda joined Joey on the bed and brazenly straddled his thighs. She reached one of her hands down under her cunt and held his strongly erect cock so she could guide the bursting head into her hairy slit.
Joey's interest in the lurid magazine was forgotten for a brief moment as he trembled under the titillation of having his prick handled by Ronda. When she had lodged just the glans of his formidable tool between the moistened folds of her pussy, he gasped with pleasure to feel her sheathing his tool to the balls up her lascivious snatch.
Mary watched, her cunt glowing and itching with envy as Ronda settled her firm but plump buttocks low over the lean hips of the young boy. She had his prick completely buried in her bristling pussy, and all Mary could see were the soft, brown balls pushed snugly up against the fringed rim of her friend's twat.
Still in an upright position, her large, firm-nippled tits sticking out like sponge-balls, Ronda began to slowly fuck the excited young child.
Mary drank in the incredibly stimulating sight of her thirty-five-year-old friend wickedly mounted on the teenaged body, gently but demandingly screwing his brawny prick as far up into her sultry cunt as she could get it.
Joey's cheeks began to flush with pleasure and he let the magazine fall for the time being on the pillow beside him. As the mounting joy of having his horny young cock exercised in the broiling heat of Ronda's pussy overtook him, he stretched his legs out and wriggled his toes happily!
Ronda pumped leisurely away, careful not to fuck Joey too fast. She wanted to remain completely in control of that gorgeous, stiff rod pleasuring her hole-and the only way to do that was to ball him with an almost sullen pace!
Mary got her panties off, then unhooked her bra.
It excited her when she saw that Joey was watching her undress at the same time Ronda was fucking him. The little devil just couldn't get his eyes full of naked women!
Rather than going directly over and seeing if she couldn't have some fun with what was left of Joey's delightful young body, Mary instead circled the bed, getting this view and that of Ronda's pussy as it humped steadily away.
Mary even crouched at the foot of the bed, taking her time in examining the view of her friend's fat, hairy cunt as it rose and fell on the boy's pubescent prick. The spectacle was well worth the bother. The flanged lips of Ronda's torrid pussy seemed to cling like the twin halves of a ripe, wet Georgia peach as it moved greedily up and down on the solid column of meat. Each time Ronda lifted her searing butt, Mary could see Joey's cock glistening with the cuntal juices already spewing freely from the cloying slit around it.
Mary took as much of the side-line sport as she could, then moved into the action herself.
She decided that nothing would please her quite as much at that moment as to muzzle that Adonis mouth with her hot cunt.
She wanted to teach their cute little goat to eat pussy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary moved around the edge of the bed to within reach of the beautiful boy who was being ravenously fucked by Ronda.
She stood for a moment, watching the deeply flushed face of the handsome little stud, almost sharing his pleasure as his burly young prick was massaged by the experienced, lustful cunt of the woman riding him.
For a few seconds Joey was so lost in his own selfish joy that he didn't notice that another free pussy was so close, but when he did his eyes lit up like small flares.
Reaching one hand between Mary's legs, Joey found the plump hotness of her vagina yielding willingly to his touch. His hand was not very large, and her shaggy, swelling cunt filled his palm like warm liver!
Mary grinned slackly as the boy rubbed and played with her heating quim. She could feel her clit rising like a fang as the eager fingers diddled and petted the sleekly cushioned folds of her wildly wet hole.
As Joey continued to play with the mossy pussy between Mary's legs, his eyes wandered up lustily to her large, pointing tits. Despite the fact that Ronda had larger breasts, with nipples the size of champagne corks, Joe's interest seemed riveted to Mary's firmer, prettier tits.
He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at them, for the simple reason that, at fourteen, he had never sucked a tit!
Mary caught the urgent need in the pretty boy's eyes to suck something, but she wasn't about to waste all that tongue-power on her boobs. She wanted her pussy chewed!
As Ronda pumped with glazed, fixed eyes, Mary did something that the maddest pornographer would have given his balls to record on film. She lifted her right leg and swung it up on the bed, keeping her left leg on the floor. She lowered her hair-fringed cunt down to the cute boy's mouth.
With a soft groan of boyish lust, Joey shoved his mouth into the whiskery maw of Mary's pussy. His beardless, smooth face was suddenly covered with a mask of cunt hair, and Mary felt his strong young tongue searching blindly in the burning matrix of her sex.
"Um," Mary said, a smile spilling lewdly across her face as the pubescent tongue probed higher between her legs, "so nice ... so niceeeee!"
Joey had not completely got his mind off Mary's marvelous tits, and his hands came sliding up over her stomach to feel and fondle the big globes that had always been nothing more than images in his jacking-off sessions.
His eager finger cupped the coned warmth of Mary's breasts, squeezing the nipples as he kept madly sucking at her cunt.
Mary sighed with one greedy, panting breath after another as her tits grew larger and hotter. The nipples literally popped out under the teasing, demanding foreplay of Joey's wicked hands!
There was something about the novel and obscene position in which Mary was getting her pussy tongued that brought her much faster to an orgasm that she might have otherwise.
As her winnowing spasms began on a small scale, she let her head fall back. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to lag wetly out of the side of her lips. She luxuriated for several sweet seconds as Joey gobbled at the inner lips of her slit, and then her climax came with a rapturous flow of juices.
"N-n-nuuuuk!" Mary gasped, making her garbled sounds like a she-ape in heat as one full-throbbing jerk of pleasure after another rode with unleashed fury through her sluttish cunt.
Her liquids poured down over Joey's mouth and chin, giving the handsome lad his first real taste of gushing pussy-cola!
Having a hot cunt spew madly around his tongue and lips was simply too much for Joey, and with a sudden bronco-bucking of his young hips, he climaxed too!
It was Ronda who got the benefit of the boy's powerfully spurting prick. She gritted her teeth with sensual joy as she felt his rigid cock grind high up into her sucking womb and explode with four or five strong squirts of sperm.
Ronda kept fucking the lively penis, milking it over and over until the final drop of spunk had been discharged in her demanding hole.
Only when she could feel some softness in Joey's cock did Ronda un-horse her wet, tufted pussy. The thick, swollen lips of her vagina clung a bit to the head of the boy's peter as she pulled it away, leaving his whole prick glistening with the warm slime of her passionately heated slit.
Mary backed away briefly too, feeling yet more thrills as Joey's lecherous young tongue tried vainly to stay pushed up inside her twat.
Now it was time for new games, and Ronda had something in mind that would transform Joey once again into the little fuck-horse they wanted him to be.
As Mary stood by, her pussy gleaming and her tits pointing strongly forward, Ronda pulled the lusty boy off the bed and pushed him over to the large chair in one corner of the motel room. She teasingly showed Joey how to get into the position she wanted, a position that would have shocked even the most prurient of boy-loving females.
She made Joey mount the chair backward, so his buttocks were raised high in the air and his legs and feet were sticking out in a kneeling position.
Mary knew what Ronda had in mind!
Like two aging vultures in the presence of fresh meat, Mary and Ronda got on their knees in front of the chair and prepared to enjoy the feast of Joey's ass and balls!
Instinctively, they divided the spoils. Mary took the boy's left buttock and Ronda his right. They began to kiss the firm moons of his delightfully coltish ass, stroking their wet tongues this way and that. They met in the middle-at the tasty thin crack of his rectum-and their tongues tangled in the wanton need to suck his anus.
Joey squirmed with growing pleasure as he felt the crude but exciting orgy centering at his rear. Never in his life had he felt wilder joy than now, and his cock began to stiffen again.
Ronda slid her tongue away finally from the dark bud of Joey's asshole and let Mary tongue him as she pleased.
Placing her hands on the boy's feet, Ronda leaned her wanton head down to his balls and began to greedily lick his tingling, hairless nuts. She moved his balls around with her tongue, covering them with warm saliva-nibbling, kissing, licking, sucking!
Joey's prick grew as stiff as stone as the two mouths savored every inch of his rear. Each time he felt his balls being rapidly lapped, the head of his virile cock throbbed lewdly up against his flat stomach.
They had the boy in fucking form again!
It was Mary's turn to experience the forbidden delight of having her cunt skewered by the prick of a boy her own son's age!
Ronda watched as Mary pulled Joey off the chair and forced him to join her again on the bed.
She lay down with the pillow propped under her heated butt and opened her legs wide for him, spreading apart the lips of her hungry pussy with the tips of her fingers.
Joey stood for a moment staring down at the quivering, large, wet cunt that seemed to be winking at him like a demon's eye, then he fell on Mary with a grunt of boyish lust.
His large, throbbing cock burrowed into Mary's slit to the balls!
With a brazen moan, Mary crawled her legs high up over the boy's back and locked her ankles together. She reached her hands down and dug her fingers into the firm mounds of his buttocks.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "UMMMM-FUCK ME HARD!"
Like the little trojan soldier he was, Joey began to pump his amorous young cock in and out of the kinky, frisky pussy. The light nap of soft hair at the root of his teenaged prick mixed with the darker, heavier hair circling Mary's snatch, and his recently tongue-bathed balls slapped lustily against her warm ass.
Ronda watched, idly toying with her cunt as the young stud showed Mary his stuff on the bed.
After several long moments of watching them fuck, and waiting until Joey and Mary were lost in the drumming passion of their screwing, Ronda strolled over to the bed to play a few more games of her own.
She got behind Joey's pounding rump, spraddled her legs, and pushed her hot pussy up against the crack of his ass. She grinned as the novelty of pretending to fuck Joey's butt with her cunt sent lewd thrills through her.
When Ronda tired of that game, she found another one to play, one which was bound to trigger the deepest passions of the youthful libertine. She stood back from the bed then reached out a hand and poked her index finger into Joey's asshole. He was deliciously tight there, but all that mad tonguing had made his tender anus open a bit and Ronda took full advantage of his mildly lubricated state to force her evil finger inch by inch into his shit hole.
Getting cornholed by Ronda's finger was something that was not only new to Joey, but savagely exciting!
He fucked Mary with pounding power as he felt his butt being plugged!
As for Mary, she had never enjoyed getting screwed quite as much as this. Her pussy was like a sucking mouth around the driving cock, and she brought her cuntal muscles into full play to nip and squeeze the horny tool that funneled hard between her legs.
It didn't take too much longer to trigger a climax from Mary and Joey. Mary came first, her cunt bloating out with one exquisite throb after another and pouring a copious flow of hot juices over Joey's prick. Her pussy made sucking sounds as the liquids dribbled down her legs, wetting the balls and cock of her powerful little fucker.
Joey tried to hold back his orgasm but the constricting force of the hot hole he was fucking filled him with such maddening lust that he came like a stallion!
With one or two final thrusts, Joey felt the delicious ache go through his young balls that signaled his release. He poured glut after glut of smoking sperm from his swollen cock into Mary's twat, making her take all of him to the hairs while he discharged.
Ronda enjoyed Joey's climax, too. As he poured his spunk out, the muscles in his adolescent buttocks knotted forcefully, and she felt her finger being squeezed hard as his asshole opened and closed like a vise.
When it was over, Mary and Joey were too exhausted to even untangle themselves from the bed. They lay wrapped together like Cupid and Psyche!
Ronda pulled her wanton finger out of the boy's rectum then bent down and gave his cute little ass a wet smack with her lips, drinking in the sweaty, sexual odor of his mad fucking.
Mary and Joey were still tangled on the motel bed when the tap came on the door.
Mary raised her head, her eyes blinking with fear at the sound.
Ronda only grinned at her friend. "That's the surprise I promised you," she said, huskily.
As Mary and Joey watched from the bed, Ronda opened the motel door and ushered Chuck into the room.
Chuck glanced over at the bed, taking in the position of his little brother on top of Mary. He grinned at Joey, and said, "Hi, you little fucker, I told you, you'd have a good time, didn't I?"
Joey grinned back, blushing a bit at being caught with his pants down!
"Now we can really have a party," Ronda crooned, her hand already between Chuck's legs feeling his dick up without a shred of modesty.
It took less than a minute for Chuck's teenaged cock to grow bone-stiff in his pants.
Mary helped the good-looking young stud out of his clothes as Mary and Joey finally untangled themselves from their fucking position. Joey's prick came out of Mary's pussy almost as big and stiff as it had gone in, and that was the kind of enthusiasm Mary had come to like in boys his age!
Chuck was naked now, his sixteen-year-old prick looking huge and grown-up between his legs, like a preview of what Joey's cock would someday become.
"What do we do now?" Mary asked, keeping her eyes steadily on the lovely new tool jutting out from between Chuck's muscular legs.
Chuck grinned again, winking at Mary. "I wanta fuck ya," he husked.
"Hold on," Ronda snapped. "I'm the one who got this little orgy together and I'm calling the shots."
"Okay, Miss Bitch," Chuck said. "I wanta fuck you too!"
Ronda smiled. "You must be a mind-reader, you cute little bastard. You're going to fuck us, but the way I say, and you're not going to crowd out your little stud brother."
"You name the game," Chuck said, arrogantly.
Ronda took a ragged breath. "The name is ring-around-the-pussy."
"Huh?" Joey whispered, grinning.
"You heard me, honey," Ronda purred. "It's a little game I learned once on vacation in Acapulco. Some Mexican beach boys taught me how to play it one night in my hotel room. Six Mexican beach boys, to be exact, but I think the gamell be just as much fun with you two darling little cocksmen."
"Wow, how's it played?" Chuck asked.
"Easy," Ronda said. "Both of you are going to fuck Mary and me, at the same time."
"Shit," Chuck smirked, "we can't do that."
"That's what you think, hero."
Then Ronda showed the crowd exactly how the erotic game of ring-around-the-pussy was played.
The object was for Mary and Ronda to line up their pussies, and for Chuck to lead the way in fucking them. First, Chuck would stick his cock into Ronda's cunt and screw her for exactly one minute, then he had to pull his stiff peter out-unsatisfied!-and move on to Mary's yawning cleft. As Chuck took his prick out of Ronda, its place was to be taken by Joey's charming cock. Neither boy would be allowed to fuck any cunt for more than a minute, and the round-robin would continue that way until the boys got their rocks off.
"Hell," Chuck said and grinned, "screwing that way, it could take me a goddamn hour to cum."
Ronda grinned lewdly. "Now you're beginning to catch on, you dumb rabbit!"
Both women got into place on the creaky motel bed, pushing their hairy slits out over the edge so Chuck and his brother could have at them easily. The boys got into formation in front of Ronda, who had her watch in her hand!
"Go!" Ronda husked, happily.
Chuck and Joey had furious hard-on's and Joey had to stand a little sideways to keep his prick from nudging up between the buttocks of his big brother!
Chuck pumped his proud cock solidly into Ronda's sappy hole and held her by the waist as he fucked her with a full minute of jabbing, lusty strokes.
"TIME!" Ronda called, finally, her voice husky and ragged with the pleasure of being first.
Chuck pulled his wet, hard tool quickly from between the drooling lips of Ronda's pussy and moved over between Mary's legs. He shoved his rod deep into the second cunt just as Joey took his place between Ronda's thighs.
It turned into a mad, evil game of lust!
Each time a cock was crammed into her whorish quim, Mary found herself en vying her friend Ronda. How the immoral bitch must have enjoyed that night with her Mexican beach boys, Mary kept thinking. Just getting fucked this way by two sturdy young pricks was heavenly, but getting dicked by six hard teenaged tools at the same time would be enough to make a saint horny!
As the game continued, Ronda got more and more laggard in her time-keeping job. Once or twice while Joey's bestial little prick was fucking her, she forgot completely about calling a halt, and had to be angrily reminded of the time by Mary.
The best part of the game was the fact that it was very difficult for Chuck or Joey to get up enough steam to cum, but even more difficult for them to lose their hard erections because of the titillating fun of constantly feeling their pricks being swallowed to the balls by a different pussy every minute or so!
Most of the fun was being shared by Mary and Ronda. Their lascivious cunts reveled in the constant interchange of the boys' big peters. Each cock had a different feel to it, and each one felt better than the one before!
During the fifteen or twenty minutes of the game, Ronda climaxed four times and Mary got her rocks off more times than she could remember, but she could remember how deliciously lustful each spasm felt and how delightful it was to simply squeeze Chuck's or Joey's strapping, boyish prick with her vaginal muscles and hold the column of hard boyfuck meat in place while her juices steamed slowly from the lips of her cunt.
Even a round-robin exercise in fucking can't last forever, particularly when the boys doing the balling are as virile as the two working so hard in the cheap motel room.
Joey came first, of course, shooting his hot cum load high into Ronda's willing slit as he vigorously whammed her for what must have been the fiftieth time!
That meant, of course, that Chuck had won the game, and he was crowned with the laurel of Mary's boiling pussy. It was her cunt that he had yearned to fuck, anyway!
As Mary half-lay back on the bed, her legs sprawled widely apart and her hips raised in greedy joy, Chuck pushed his immoderately stiff prick in and out of her drooling cock hole with an almost savage fury.
As the oversexed young stud neared his searing climax, he grabbed Mary's buttocks in his hands and literally battered her foaming cunt with his cock, cumming deep inside her blazing womb with chafing spurts of white-hot boy sperm!
When it was over, both ravaged pussies hung open pink and wet, the cuntal hairs matted with spunk and the scarlet tips of their clits standing up lewdly through the parted folds of fuck flesh.
Joey and Chuck stood back from the women grinning with the male satisfaction of having conquered their cunts with the weapons between their young legs. Those same tools, veined and swollen and dripping with pussy juice, still retained the kind of hardness that demands even more fun.
"Suck us off," Chuck said, his voice more of a husky grunt than anything else. "Let's play a new game, we can call it PRICKS-IN-THE-MOUTHS!"
The new game took on all the lusty novelty of the first game, only this time it was Chuck and Joey who benefitted from the salacious rules.
Over and over, the two boys stuck their arrogantly stiff and demanding cocks deep into the warm throats of the eager females, allowing them to suck as much as they could in the alloted time.
Mary and Ronda grew ravenous to taste the beautifully aroused tools, and the promiscuous pleasure of sucking first Joey and then Chuck turned them into regular robots of passion.
By mutual agreement, Chuck decided to give Mary his sperm and Joey offered the storehouse of his fourteen-year-old balls to Ronda.
Both boys came at the same time, pumping an almost endless new supply of balm into the gagging, happy throats of the grown women.
They had played the kinds of games that might suggest a future Olympics of sex, with everybody grinning winners!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary had never felt quite so satisfied in her life.
On the drive home from the motel her cunt throbbed gently from the rapacious fucking Joey and Chuck had given it. She kept a secret, charmed smile on her face as she drove, remembering over and over how the boys cocks lad felt inside of her, how energetically they had exercised their lusty natures between her eager thighs, how hard and demanding their teenage pricks had felt, and how wantonly their horny balls had emptied themselves in her sucking pussy.
There was nothing to match the screwing ability of an adolescent male!
Before she reached home, the ends of her tits had firmed again, sticking up almost painfully hard into her bra cups. It worried her a bit to think that she might become helplessly addicted to sex with boys, the way Ronda had obviously done some time ago!
While the pleasure lasted, and the opportunity for it arose, she fully intended to take advantage of it.
She parked the car in the garage then let herself into the house almost guiltily. She hoped her children had not returned. They might ask some embarrassing questions about where their mother had been for so long.
The house was quiet, however, and she took the precious time alone to mix herself a small drink from her husband's stock of liquor in the den. Her nerves were still so sweetly tangled that she thought a drop of gin would smooth things out. She made the drink stronger than she ever had and lay down on the big leather sofa in the den to idly sip it and think again about the marvelous, lewd time she and Ronda had enjoyed in the motel.
She closed her eyes, opened them for another long sip of the drink, then closed them again....
She thought she had dozed for only a moment when her eyes fluttered back open again at a sound coming from somewhere above her.
She blinked, cocking her head like a bird to listen again for the odd noise.
It sounded like the dull creaking of a bed and it was definitely coming from above her-and the room directly overhead was Cindy's bedroom!
After a few seconds of listening, Mary got up off the leather sofa and wandered out into the living room. She listened again and thought she could still make out the suspicious sound of bedsprings moving in a monotonous way.
A sudden twitch went through her skin as she recognized only too well the pattern of the sound. It sounded like somebody up in Cindy's room was getting fucked!
Her first impulse as a mother was to roar up the stairway and scream at the top of her voice!
She did nothing but continue to stand there in the living room like a mute statue as the creaking noise grew louder and louder.
At last she moved, but this time on tiptoe.
It took her some time to get to the top of the stairs and down the hall, and she slowed down even more as she neared the half-open door of her daughter's room. When she was only a foot or so away, she edged along the wall, then peeked like a thief around the corner of the door.
What she saw sent a wanton surge of shock and excitement through her blood.
Billy was fucking his little sister!
Fortunately, Cindy's bed was turned so she could not see anybody looking in the door, and Billy was positioned above her with his naked body faced away from the direction from which Mary was staring.
Billy and Cindy were stark naked and Cindy's slender young legs were sprawled almost lazily apart. Her brother was on his hands and knees above her glowing young body, and he was swiftly and deeply fucking his rather large prick in and out of her small, hairless pussy.
If it had been a strange boy pumping so lustfully on top of Cindy's cunt, Mary would have been outraged, but the sight of Billy generated a completely different reaction in her. She felt a wild ripple of jealousy!
She watched, hardly daring to breathe, as the obscene, incestuous scene continued. She had an electrifying view of her son's firm, nude buttocks as they rose and fell with a steady fucking motion. The dark bud of his asshole seemed to be opening and closing as he thrust his aroused cock between the pink folds of Cindy's pliant pussy, making it ride almost out of sight on each downward stroke.
Mary stared greedily at Billy's oversized young balls. The perfectly formed, lightly fuzzed testicles seemed to bounce heavily as he fucked, and each time he raised himself in a pumping action with his arms and knees, his nuts dangled like brown pears just beneath the root of his cock.
Mary felt a madly lustful itch crawling through her vagina!
She listened to the sounds of the steadily groaning bed, those noises being mixed lewdly with the squishing, clucking sound of Billy's strong penis riding shamelessly in and out of the tight, moist slit of his baby sister's little fuck hole.
Mary knew she couldn't have taken her eyes off the salacious spectacle for all the tea in China!
Then her ears prickled with wilder excitement as she heard Billy whispering huskily away as he balled.
"You like it, Cindy?" he husked, boldly. "Does it feel better today than it did yesterday?"
She couldn't make out the muted, kittenish reply of Cindy, but she did see the wanton girl move her legs even wider apart as the horny rod of boyish cock meat rammed deeper and deeper into her surrendering cunt.
"I told you fucking was fun," Billy said, moving his oiled young butt even faster, hunching over his sister's willing body until his shoulder blades stood out like the twin shears of a plow. "You won't cry today, will you? You won't cry if I make you cum real good?"
The words hissed into Mary's ears like spitting tongues of flame.
Billy had fucked her for the first time only yesterday!
In a few seconds, she heard Cindy begin to moan, and saw her girlish little fingers come up on either side of her brother's rigid arms, digging into his biceps like claws.
"Oh-oh, Billy! Ooooohhh-aaahhhhh!"
Mary barely recognized her daughter's voice. It came to her senses like the grainy, throaty cry of a little bird being drowned with pleasure.
"F-f-fuck me, Billy! Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
The wanton cries of the twelve-year-old girl stirred an even hotter itch in the core of Mary's cunt. She could feel her brazen clitoris rising through the doughy folds of her pussy like a puppy's nose!
"Try to cum, Cindy!" Billy wheezed, fucking with long, experienced thrusts, completely burrowing his formidable, fourteen-year-old cock out of sight in the humid trench between Cindy's thighs. "Try to cum with me! It's better when we cum together! I'll count to three-and we'll CUM!"
Mary felt every nerve in her body tensing like wires as the mad boy-girl fucking continued on the bed.
"ONE," Billy whispered, jogging his cute little butt like a sailor. Cindy moaned. "TWO!"
Billy was literally pounding his prick home now, his sperm-filled balls slapping softly against the thin crack of his sister's ass.
Cindy lifted her thighs up a few inches off the bed and Mary got a delicious view of Billy's large, wet cock sliding lewdly up to the hairs in the tight muffin of his sister's cunt.
"THREE!!!"
The magic charm of such youthful fucking worked for both children. At the same time Billy's stout, horny prick began to spurt hot sperm into his sister's pussy, the muffled yelp of her pleasure signaled that she was cumming, too!
Mary watched, her eyes wide and glazed, as the copious emission of Billy's balls oozed like warm gravy from the stretched circle of Cindy's cunt. She saw the sticky spunk trickle lazily down into the flushed crack between the cheeks of Cindy's ass, and she continued to stare until she witnessed Billy begin to pull his swollen tool out.
The last image frozen in Mary's brain was the glistening, flared head of her son's husky prick as it retreated from between Cindy's throbbing thighs, pulling the pouting, hairless lips of her budding pussy a few inches forward as it detached.
Mary staggered on tiptoe back down the hall and back down the stairs.
Her cunt was so moist and hot that her panties were ruined!
When Cindy and Billy came down from upstairs, they found their mother still on the leather sofa in the den. Her eyes were closed.
"Hey, Mom," Billy said cheerfully, "are you gonna sleep all day?"
Mary opened her eyes from her pretended sleep and glanced up into the faces of her angelic-looking kids.
Neither of them looked the slightest bit guilty!
There was a rosy glow in Cindy's youthful cheeks and her gray eyes looked almost dreamy with contentment.
"H-how long have I been asleep?" Mary managed, hoping her voice didn't give her away.
Billy grinned. "You were asleep when Cindy and I got home, so I don't know. Boy, you sure must have been hitting dad's booze!"
Mary couldn't resist returning the small insult. "And what have you two been up to?"
Billy's mischievous eyes twinkled. "Nothing much," he answered, a tiny swagger in his voice.
Mary glanced at her daughter and was rewarded with the same kind of pixie smile!
"Hey, what's for supper, Mom?" Billy asked. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."
Or your baby sister, Mary thought, the same prickle of jealousy striding through her body as before!
After Ronda left the motel with Chuck and Joey in tow, she had experienced a much less frustrating time than her best friend.
Both boys were completely fucked out for the day, it seemed, so she dropped them back off at the drug store. She gave them money to buy banana splits with, then drove back to her apartment.
As always, Ronda was not completely satisfied. She had learned a long time ago that the more screwing her old cunt got, the more it seemed to need!
As if in answer to her lascivious needs, she found a very pleasant surprise waiting in front of her apartment door.
It was Willy Smith in his football jacket.
"Where you been?" the black boy said, sounding a bit hurt that she had stood him up. "Didn't you remember you told me to come by this afternoon?"
Ronda had forgotten her black-ace-in-the-hole in the excitement of finally maneuvering Joey Bates into bed!
"I-mh-had to attend to some business at the store," she lied. "Come on in and have a Coke."
The tall boy followed her eagerly into the apartment, pulling off his jacket and tossing it on a chair, even before Ronda could get the door locked.
She turned, admiring for a moment the obviously good body of her young chocolate soldier! She had known Willy longer than she had Chuck, having picked him up one lucky afternoon at a Dairy Queen. They had fucked together so many times that there was no need at all to be coy with each other.
"I hope you're horny," she slurred, wickedly.
"Don't bet I ain't," Willy answered, grinning and showing white teeth behind his sensual, thick sixteen-year-old lips. "I've had myself a big hard-on all day."
"That's nice, why don't you take off your clothes and let me see what I can think up to make it go away?"
"I want sucked first today," the boy drawled, unhooking his belt.
"My pleasure, honey."
Ronda got him a Coke and by the time she had filled the glass of ice and come back to the living room, Willy was sitting on the sofa naked. His very black body made a powerfully erotic contrast to the cream-colored cloth of the sofa. His huge dark prick was already standing up between his legs and the sight of it made Ronda's mouth water.
"Hoss out of your clothes, too," Willy said, taking the Coke but looking at the grown woman's tits.
In only seconds, Ronda had stripped completely out of her things, letting Willy help her with her bra strap and panties. She joined him on the sofa, snuggling her white body up against his swarthy shoulder and letting one hand drop down to fondle his enormous phallus.
The thing which turned Willy on almost more than anything was a woman's tits. Ronda had long-ago discovered that interesting fact about the black stud she was now about to enjoy, and to hone his lust to the boiling point, she pushed her lush, large-nippled breasts craftily into his face.
"Suck on me, Willy," she purred, wantonly. "Make me hot enough to give you the kind of long-lasting blow-job you like!"
The horny young football player didn't have to be asked twice to make a meal out of white tits. He brought his large, black hands up and cupped the twin globes in his fingers. Just having her breasts fondled by him made Ronda's nipples grow long and firm, and even before he touched them with his lips, they were sticking out like lumberjack's thumbs!
Willy took the nearest nipple into his dusky mouth and began to suck it. His long, pink tongue roiled the throbbing pap this way and that before he opened his mouth wider and took in almost half her swollen tit.
Ronda moaned sluttishly and placed one hand on top of the black boy's head. His crisp, wiry hair made the palm of her hand tingle as she pushed him harder down on her succulent boob.
Willy hungrily worked on her burning tits, moving from one nipple to the other, and always leaving the stiffened nubs wet and hot. His pleasure in sucking her was very evident in the increased size of his prick. The big club of dark boyfuck flesh stood up now a full nine inches, and Ronda encouraged it to grow even longer and stronger by a constant, teasing pressure of her fingertips.
At last Willy groaned and plopped his thick lips off the pointing, sultry nipple of one of Ronda's greedy tits.
"Suck my cock, you funky bitch," Willy husked, his eyes slitted with lust.
Ronda grinned and shoved her open mouth hard against the thick, parted lips of her Negro lover. She felt her tongue being pulled deep into the boy's throat and the lecherous joy of being French kissed by the horny black teenager made her clasp his stone-hard cock between her fingers and hold it like a huge bar of licorice candy.
They kissed for several delicious moments, trading their tongues in juicy lustfulness. Willy brought his hands up to the sides of her head arid crudely pushed her wet mouth down over his big black cock.
With a grunt of lubricous pleasure, Ronda ovaled her whorish lips around the uncircumcised cowl of black meat and sucked halfway down the thick column. Her lubricating mouth allowed the huge pink glans to ride free of the foreskin and she came back up, working her dissolute tongue in circles around the tasty bulb.
Willy groaned above her, still holding her head in his hands as she bobbed up and down. On her second try she got even more of his titan prick into her throat, although there were several inches yet to be sucked.
The size and length of Willy's huge black cock turned on the deepest passions in Ronda's already greedy nature. She crammed the stiff tool further and further down her throat, loving the feel of having it clog her gullet like a lead pipe!
"Yeah, baby," Willy slurred, sliding one hand down over her plump, white buttocks, "suck it good! Mouth-fuck it, honey! Show me how much that big, black piece of meat means to you!"
It meant plenty, and she proved it by going down on him in a series of gagging strokes until her stretched lips were actually touching against his smooth, black balls.
To make her hotter for him, Willy snaked his swarthy hand under the mounds of her naked ass and began to finger her cunt. He used his middle finger because it was thicker and longer than the others, and as he poked it up her pussy to the second knuckle, he massaged the swelling, fat lips of her snatch with his remaining fingers.
Having her cunt finger-fucked at the same time she was sucking such a big, brown banana fired Ronda with the kind of all-out lust that is usually reserved for professional whores.
The sides of her face bloated out as she swallowed Willy's long peter over and over, suctioning hard on the upward strokes and using her tongue to bathe every inch of him on the downward thrusts.
The horny black prick grew gristly and hot in her throat, and she was just beginning to feel the delightful throbs of his final pleasure when the damned phone rang.
"Shit," Willy husked.
He obviously didn't want Ronda to answer her phone, but to keep up her good cock sucking. However, Ronda was far too much of a curious gossip to let a phone call go by!
She raised her wet lips off the towering column of Willy's cock and reached over his legs to yank the pink princess phone off the hook. She brought it back and held it to her ear with one hand while she held Willy's stiff, glistening prick with the other. For a moment it looked as if she had two phones in her hand, one pink and one black!
""Lo," she slurred, dreamily.
"Ronda, this is Mary, what's wrong with you? Have you been asleep?"
Ronda stared stared straight ahead, admiring the huge, shiny tool that was only a half-inch away from her mouth. "No," she breathed, huskily, "you caught me trying to eat."
"Oh-well, sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I just had to talk to you. About an hour ago I caught Billy fucking Cindy."
"Ummmm," Ronda crooned, "that sounds promising. Tell me all about it."
As she finished her sentence, Ronda pulled the stiff, dusky prick over into her mouth. As she listened to Mary tell in graphic detail how she had spied on Billy screwing his twelve-year-old sister, Ronda gently but hungrily nibbled on the head of Willy's pungent cock.
"-the thing is," Mary was hissing in whispered tones into the phone, "I've decided that if Billy likes to fuck that much, it's high time we introduced him to something bigger and better than Cindy's dinky little slit."
Ronda couldn't answer. Her wanton, tongue-tip chewing of Willy's overheated prick had brought him to a devilishly quick and powerful orgasm, and even before she could go down real good on his cock, he had filled her mouth with two or three hotly pumped gluts of sperm!
Ronda sucked and swallowed blindly, tears coming to her eyes as the hot cream plummeted down her throat!
"Are you all right, Ronda?" Mary asked, innocently from the other end of the phone.
Ronda got her voice back, finally, and slurped her bruised lips off of the still throbbing black cock just long enough to tell Mary that she was fine, but had simply been caught with a mouth full!
"Then you won't mind seducing Billy, to sort of get the feel of things?"
"Love to," Ronda wheezed. "Just send the stud over!"
CHAPTER NINE
Ronda took off early from the shop, but not before she had put a couple of things on her own charge account.
She bought a dark wig, very conservative, and the pair of smoky, Hollywood-style colored glasses to cover almost all of her face. In fact, with the wig and glasses on, she barely recognized herself in the mirror.
She left the store and drove to a section of the city where there were several adult novelty shops and a couple of those mini-theaters where fuck movies are shown around the clock to high-paying audiences.
She went into one of the book-and-novelty stores, ignoring the curious and interested stares of the grown men who were standing around flipping through the lurid magazines and the hot paperbacks. Instead of concerning herself with the literature, Ronda went brazenly over to the big glass cabinet at the side of the room and carefully looked over the erotica for sale.
The sex equipment was labeled Marital Aid Products, but obviously the people who made and sold the stuff couldn't have cared less if you were married or not. Ronda's eyes flitted over the great variety of gadgets, flesh-colored pricks made of rubber, vibrators, artificial vaginas, creams of various sorts to keep a guy's cock from ejaculating too soon, and pussy-heating preparations that promised to make the inside of a gal's cunt "sting and itch like hot peppers."
The thing Ronda was after was at the top of the heap, all clustered on a big piece of cardboard like toys-French ticklers!
Ronda moved her lips as she read the names of the naughty helpers: Sun Flower, Devil's Horn, Game Cock, Cactus Comfort!
The one which caught her fancy was a fat, dark-pink latex job called Tiger's Tooth. It was bigger than the others and had dozens of extending nodules and antennae of rubbery prongs, including an extra-long finger of hard rubber that was designed to tickle the clitoris.
With a brazen motion of her fingers, Ronda called the young clerk over to the cabinet. "I'll take the Tiger's Tooth," she said.
The clerk, not a day over twenty-one himself, grinned appreciatively and pulled open the back of the cabinet. He fished among the wicked ticklers and came up with the one Ronda preferred. As he wrapped the merchandise, he grinned at Ronda again and said, "Anything else I can do to help you ma'am?"
Ronda grinned back, feeling very safe and secret under her disguise. "Not unless you do home demonstrations, honey," she said.
The young man blushed to his ears, but his eyes sparkled with the age-old lust of a horny male eager to smell around the cunt of an older woman, particularly one who was experienced enough to enjoy being screwed with a tickler as big as the one she was buying.
"Hope you have fun with that thing," he cracked under his breath as he handed Ronda her package.
"I intend to, handsome."
Every male eye in the place followed the spicy bounce of Ronda's hips as she left, most of them feeling a definite swelling in their pants at the thought of the lucky bastard who was going to be using the tickler on such an eager customer!
When Ronda got back to her apartment, she tucked the tickler under the pillow in her bedroom then took a long, hot bath. She emerged from her bathroom glowing and perfumed, and slipped into her most daring see-through gown, not bothering with panties or bra.
She didn't want to waste time when Billy Archer arrived for his lesson in love!
She was just putting a stack of records on her stereo when the phone jangled.
"Hello, Ronda, is Billy there yet?" It was Mary, sounding as nervous as an expectant bitch dog in heat.
"Not yet," Ronda said, "and for God's sake quit calling me up every five minutes. Don't worry, I'll break that young colt in for you."
"I-I just wonder if we're doing the right thing," Mary said.
Ronda smiled. "Honey, you show me a teenaged boy who doesn't want to fuck and I'll show you the man in the moon."
"Well, all right, but remember what you promised."
"What's that?"
"Don't you dare let Billy know I set him up for this, until you're sure he's ready to live with the idea that his own mother is-uh-is-"
"Is hot for his body?"
"Uh-huh."
Ronda grinned slackly, feeling a delightful throb run through her salacious cunt. "No worry on that score, darling. By the time I finish with Billy, he'll forget all about those prissy little girls who probably flirt with him in school. Hell have bigger things on his mind!"
At that moment, Ronda's door buzzer sounded.
"Lord, I think the little stud's arrived," Ronda said. "I'll call you later, sweetie!"
Before Mary could say another word, Ronda snapped the phone back in place and pranced to the door.
It was Billy, all right, and Ronda had never seen the little devil look cuter!
Because she was dressed in such a flimsy, obvious gown, Ronda only poked her head around the door at the boy. It was a good thing she did, because just at that moment a couple of the old bags who lived in the apartment building were strolling by in the hall. Both of them gave her an icy stare.
Ronda ignored the competition by smiling sweetly at Billy!
"Hi, Ronda," Billy said, "Mom asked me to bring over these magazines for you, said you wanted to do some redecorating or something."
Ronda waited until the two old bitches were well down the hall, then opened the door wider. "You're just the fellow I've been waiting for," she slurred, softly.
Billy caught the first glance of her almost naked body, hidden only by the film of pink material, and his cheeks deepened with a very nice blush.
"I want you to help me move some things," Ronda said, casually ignoring the fact that she was practically indecent. "Want to come in for a second?"
Billy stumbled into the apartment and Ronda closed the door behind him, snicking the lock closed, too!
Billy nervously handed her the magazines, discreetly attempting not to look too interested in her tits he could see through the gown, to say nothing of the equally visible patch of pubic hair that looked like a dark valentine between her legs.
She smiled at the boy, drinking in his beautiful face and body. He was dressed in tight jeans and a blue T-shirt with a peace symbols printed on the front.
"What I have for you to do is in the bedroom, Billy," she said.
"The-uh-bedroom?" he echoed.
"Uh-huh, and it's kind of big. Think you're man enough to handle something like that?"
Ronda was fully enjoying the little word game, and the way the boy blinked and gulped made a sadistic little pleasure crawl through her body.
"I'll try to do anything you want me to, Ronda," Billy said. "Just show me what it is and-" Before the frustrated boy could finish the sentence, Ronda reached down and took his hand. It felt hot and sweaty in her fingers!
She practically pulled the teenager toward the bedroom, making sure he was a step behind so he could get a full view of her nearly nude buttocks as she walked.
Even before she reached the bedroom, Ronda's insatiable pussy was growing hot and moist. She could feel the fat, plump lips of her cunt spreading apart, hungry already to get fucked by a boy-man she had lusted after for months!
Billy was in no less a horny mood. Although he wasn't absolutely positive what his mother's best friend had on her mind, he was damned sure certain that she was parading her body in front of him for some good reason, and hard as he was trying, he couldn't control the sudden, jutting hard-on that filled the front of his jeans.
When they reached the bedroom, Ronda turned and closed the door, leaving little doubt in Billy's mind that she was up to something nice and naughty!
"W-what do you want me to move?" he asked, huskily.
"It's under the pillow."
Blinking a bit dumbly, Billy hesitated only a few seconds, then walked over to the bed and fished under the pillows until he came up with the tickler.
He had no idea what it was.
As he stared at the odd gadget, Ronda glanced down at his crotch and was rewarded with the promising sight of his obviously excited cock. It was outlined in his pants like a big bar of candy!
"What is this thing?" Billy asked.
Ronda took a ragged breath and made the final plunge. "It's called a French tickler, honey, and it's made for boys like you to wear."
"Huh?" Billy stammered, blushing again. "Where do I-?"
"On your cute, big prick, baby."
Ronda saw the scarlet flash of excitement ride over the fourteen-year-old boy's face and it made her crafty cunt throb!
Billy licked his lips once or twice, turning the big, knobby tickler over in his hands. "Wow," he said, a jerky grin turning up the comers of his youthful lips, "you mean this thing is for-uh-?"
"For fucking," Ronda crooned.
The bulge in Billy's crotch grew much larger in the next few seconds and Ronda felt the swaggering heat ripple into her loins at the sight of such a big thing in such a young boy's jeans. The damned little bastard is hung like a horse!
Billy glanced knowingly at her again, and waited.
It was like a cue for Ronda. She deftly unhooked the top of her gown and let it ripple to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and walked over to the heavily breathing boy, her large tits sticking out in coned, firmly nippled hotness.
"I want you to put this thing on the end of your cock," she purred lewdly, " and then I want you to crawl on top of me and fuck like hell."
Billy's young ears burned pink at the salaciously whispered invitation!
"Think you can fuck like a man, honey?" she teased, letting one of her hands fall down to gently rub the stubborn hard-on between his legs.
"I-I'll sure try!" he husked, weakly.
"That's nice...."
He stood there, growing more horny by the passing second, as Ronda calmly unbuttoned his jeans and reached her wicked hand deep inside his shorts.
She pulled his hot, hard, boyish prick out of his fly and played with it until it was a horizontal club of lust.
"Uuummmm," Ronda said, "I knew you had a big one, Billy-boy, but I didn't know you had such a long thing, such a large, husky pussy-tickler!"
Billy's stiff peter throbbed hotly between her fingers.
"Jesus, Ronda you won't tell Mom, will you?"
She gave him a cunning grin. "Not if you don't tell her what I'm going to do right now."
Before Billy could even ask what that might be, Ronda dropped greedily to her knees and took half of his brawny young cock into her mouth.
She sucked lovingly on the tasty, stone-hard column of his big meat, inching her stretched lips further toward his fly with each stroke.
Billy stood with his hands hanging limp at his sides as he stared down at what Ronda was doing to him. He'd never had his prick sucked on in his life, and the new experience shot lustful spikes of joy through his loins. He could feel his dick growing stronger, stiffer, thicker as her tongue laved the flared glans.
Ronda took every inch of his dick into her throat, pushing her lips against the metal buttons of his fly and feeling the soft, new hairs at the root of his cock tickling against her nose.
"Christ," Billy said and groaned, "that feels good!"
If he had been older, Ronda knew she wouldn't have dared make him cum so soon, but she knew only too well the capacity of fourteen-year-old boys, and her lusty hunger for his sperm drove her to keep sucking his boycock.
With her mouth still circled possessively around his prick, she used her hands to finish unbuttoning his jeans and shorts. She pulled them down all the way to his ankles and gently slid her hands back up around his firm, naked buttocks.
As she softly moved her warm lips up and down the gristly cylinder of his penis, she pressed the tips of her fingers into his butt.
It took only two or three minutes of such experienced, wanton cock-sucking to bring Billy to a climax. She felt his firm balls swell out just under her chin as she pumped her sluttish mouth into the hairs of his pubic region. She braced herself for the first delicious taste of his nectar.
It came with blinding power. His boyish nuts seemed to explode with lust and Ronda felt her throat bloating out with the furious jets of his sperm. His prick seemed to fill her whole body with a throbbing hotness as his burning spunk leaped forward.
She sucked and swallowed every honied drop of his first orgasm, rolling her lascivious tongue gently around the head of his boyfuck tool to encourage him to cum as much as he could.
Just as she had hoped, his cock stayed excitingly stiff in her mouth, and she knew she could have sucked him off perhaps two or three more times without stopping!
Instead she pulled her wet lips softly away from his swollen, jerking prick, giving only the deeply flushed head of it a few more loving licks with the flat of her tongue.
"Suck it again," Billy whispered greedily.
Ronda only grinned and told him to get the hell out of the rest of his clothes.
She got on the bed, watching with dazzled eyes as her latest young stud crawled out of his T-shirt, shoes, and socks. He came to her with his bold young prick sticking forward like a billyclub, or more like Billy's club!
"Gimme the tickler," she slurred, wantonly.
He handed her the Tiger's Tooth, and she fitted the devilish toy around the head of his sturdy tool. The sight of a teenaged boy with an oversized tickler trussed on the head of his prick made Ronda's blood boil with lust!
She pulled him on the bed with her with a grunt of amorous need.
"Fuck me, doll!" she hissed, opening her strong thighs until the hairy maw of her cunt yawned open like a mouth. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Her pussy was already hotly lubricated with juices and the inner lips were flushed the color of dark wine in expectation of a good screwing. Her thick, abnormally large clitoris was sticking up at the top of her slit like an unscrewed tube of pink lipstick!
Billy positioned himself between her sprawled legs and spread the folds of her hairy fuck hole apart with the tips of his fingers. The sight of her mature, healthy, foaming pussy made every hormone in his adolescent body hum and pop with passion!
He grasped the root of his young cock and forced the tickler-covered head between the sleek lips of her gulping snatch. It didn't go in easily, but he kept thrusting with his strong, lean buttocks until the rubbery prongs disappeared into the oozing channel of her sex.
Ronda gasped, opening her mouth with pleasure as the dozens of latex nodules rubbed and scratched at the grainy walls of her maddened cunt.
"Push it in!" she husked, reaching down and clasping the sides of Billy's boyish hips. "Get your cock into me all the way! I wanna feel your balls against my ass!"
She was deliberately using the crude language to fire the boy's lust, and it did!
With a little snort of joy, he powered his brawny young cock into her pussy until his pubescent hairs were mingled with the thicker shag circling her cunt.
Already Ronda could feel her fiery liquids trickling out of the rim of her stretched and throbbing vagina!
She arched her thighs up and lifted her legs, crawling her plump calves high up over the stationary buttocks of the darling little child. The position allowed Billy to inch his horny prod a bit deeper into her.
"Now fuck me, you sexy little bastard," she whispered. "Make me cum and cum and CUM!"
Like an obedient young pussy-hound, Billy began to screw her with ramming strokes, massaging the entire length of her hair-rimmed cunt with the sweetly chafing tickler!
"All-All-HA! ARRGGggggg!!" Ronda grunted.
The harder Billy rode his coltish cock in and out of her sappy, ripe pussy the hotter she became. The clit-blipper on the evil tickler rubbed and teased her love-muscle with each inward thrust. In only a very short time she felt her whole vagina constricting around the boy's large prick, and spasming wildly.
It was the first time Billy had ever made a grown woman cum and his bestial young cock throbbed with pleasure as he felt her juices flood the length of his penis and trickle warmly down over his balls.
He continued fucking her even better than before!
Ronda moaned in lazy contentment as the first orgasm dwindled away in little quivers of joy, but already the jabbing tickler was working her toward another, deeper climax.
She crawled her legs even higher over the young boy's body, clasping her feet together at the small of his back and encouraging him to pump even faster. At the same time she pushed her swollen tits up against his hairless chest and enjoyed the friction of her nipples rubbing against his flesh as he fucked.
The only experience Billy had ever had before was with Cindy's tight-lipped little cunt, but there was almost no comparison in his mind about which was better. He found his cock trembling with a much wilder lust as it sawed in and out of the hairy flanges of Ronda's slit. He felt more like a man, and it thrilled him to his balls every time his hard horn of boyfuck meat made the older woman moan with pleasure!
What Billy didn't know, of course, was that the tickler was designed with the female in mind. While her pussy was teased and tickled and stimulated by the crawling legs of the rubber tool, he only felt a mild titillation, and to increase his own selfish needs, he simply fucked harder and longer!
When he did cum, he got his rocks off with all the lustful fury of a young stallion.
Just as Ronda licked her lips over her fourth or fifth completed spasm of lust, Billy fired off his fuck juices. His virile young cock exploded with such a staccato powering of sperm that the tickler shot off his cockhead inside Ronda's pussy!
CHAPTER TEN
"How'd it go?" Mary whispered into the phone.
She heard Ronda give a long, low chuckle. "All I can say, Mary, is that if I had something like Billy living under the same roof with me, I'd turn into a nympho overnight."
Mary felt a throb of pleasure at the happy news. "You mean he wasn't hard to make?"
Ronda chuckled again. "Not after I made it hard for him, sweetie. God, I thought he never would get enough fucking. Don't blame me if I made a hog of myself and asked him to come back again tomorrow!"
Mary flushed with irritation. "Damn it, Ronda, that wasn't part of the deal!"
"So sue me again!"
After a second of silence, Mary asked the question which was really brimming on her heated mind. "Did you-uh-say anything about me?"
"Sure, we talked about how big your cunny is."
"Be serious!"
Ronda laughed. "No, pal, I didn't even bring up the subject, except to assure him when he asked me that I wouldn't breathe a rotten word about how your best friend lured him into sin. Not that it took a helluva lot of luring. Billy is about as horny as a barrel of toads."
Mary could feel the tips of her tits hardening at the whispered, lewd words Ronda was using, but that only increased her frustration!
"I wish I knew how to go about-uh-luring him into bed myself," Mary confessed, finally.
"Simple as pie, you dummy," Ronda said. "Just confront him with that fuck book you found in his room. Tell him you'd like to try out a few positions yourself, and-"
"You're no help at all, Ronda!"
"Then call up Chuck Bates and sort of let Billy catch you two doing it. You don't think the female is the only one who can get jealous, do you?"
The idea appealed to Mary for more ways than one!
"D-do you think Chuck would go along with that?"
Ronda snorted. "Listen, lover, if I know Chuck, he'd go along with fucking his own grandmother, and may have, for all we know. You never get too old to have the itch for something as sexy and well-hung as Chuck and Billy."
Mary felt another quiver go through her ample cunt and hugged the phone closer to her ear. "Help me plan it, Ronda. You're more experienced at this sort of thing, at seducing little boys."
"Thanks a lot! But I suppose you're right, I've been lusting after the teenaged crowd for so long I feel like a goddamn den mother!"
"So hatch up a plan for me."
Ronda thought for a few moments, then her voice came husking back over the phone. "What time does Billy get home from school?"
"That's no good, Ronda. I want to do this before Dave gets back from his weekend trip, and that's tomorrow. Billy won't be going to school until Monday."
"Wow, we do have to work fast. Lessee, I guess tonight would be as good a time as any."
Mary frowned. "Billy is probably weak as a kitten after all he did with you this afternoon."
"Don't be too sure of that, the staying ability of most fourteen-year-olds is the ninth wonder of the world. My guess is, the little devil has a hard-on right this second. When he left he told me he was going down to play fuss-ball, but more likely he and some of his pals are off in a corner trading pussy stories."
Mary grinned. "Well, he'd certainly have something to tell them!"
"Tell you what, why don't you shoo your daughter over to her girl friend's for the night, then you can have a free field. And, honey, if you can't think of some way to get Billy's peter up when you've got him alone in the house for the whole night, then you might as well go buy a chastity belt and stick to Dave's civilized kind of screwing."
Mary swallowed drily. "You're right, of course. If I don't get it on with Billy tonight, then I won't stand too much of a chance when Dave gets back tomorrow."
"Now you're talking, and let me know how you make out, literally and figuratively!"
"Will do, Ronda."
When Mary hung up the phone, she sat with her chin cupped in her hands for several long minutes, trying to make some logical plan out of the horny buzz of desire between her legs.
Slowly a mad plan crept into her mind and she curled the corners of her lips up in a sluttish smile.
"Why didn't I think of that before? It's so simple that Ronda will hate me for not having thought of it first herself!"
It was a whole hour after she had sent Cindy packing off for the night that Billy came home.
As usual, he was hungry as a young bear cub, and she made his favorite, hamburgers and fat fries.
As the handsome boy sat across the table from her, wolfing down his food, Mary kept trying to picture him fucking Ronda. The more the imaginary images filtered into her brain, the wilder her need grew to taste the secret, forbidden delight of her son's sexual talent.
It was, in fact, the strongest urge she had ever felt in her life, even as wrong as she had once considered it!
It took most of the meal for her to work up enough courage to put the plan she had dreamed up into action.
Finally, and with enough theatricality that even Billy couldn't miss it, she groaned softly and arched her back like an alley cat trying to stretch out the kinks of a night on the town.
"Something wrong, Mom?" Billy asked, glancing up at her with his blue eyes blinking in concern.
Mary sighed. "Oh, nothing, really, except that I do miss your father at times like this."
"Like what, Mom?"
"When my back's killing me from scrubbing the kitchen floor. Your father always gives me a good massage."
Her son spoke up innocently, but right on cue! "Gee, Mom, I guess I could do it as well as dad, if you sort of showed me how."
She hammed it up for a second, making a protesting little frown with her face.
"Nobody does it as well as your father," she crooned, piling the psychology boot-deep. "He's got much stronger hands than you, and he knows exactly where and how to pat and rub."
Billy's male pride bubbled to the surface. "Listen, we give each other rub-downs all the time after baseball practice. I mean, rubbing down a guy is probably just the same as-uh-rubbing you down."
Mary smiled, not daring to protest too much at the offer she was being made. "Do you really think you could do it the way I like it?"
"Dang right, Mom. Let me try, okay?"
"Okay."
Billy grinned. "And you can tell Dad when he gets back how much better I am at it than he is. I'll bet he'll be surprised."
"I certainly hope so," Mary said happily!
They went upstairs together and, just as not to rush things, she asked Billy to stay out in the hall until she was ready for him. She went into her bedroom and took off every stitch of her clothes!
She got into bed and pulled only a sheet up over her body, turning over on her stomach before calling for her son to come in.
Billy came bounding into the room like a real masseur!
"Where do I begin, Mom?" he asked enthusiastically.
She had her arms folded under her head and her muffled plea came out to him like a tortured moan. "Start with my shoulders, honey, and make sure you work your fingers in nice and deep."
He came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He began to massage her shoulders awkwardly through the sheet.
"Pull it down," she whispered softly.
"Huh?"
"The sheet, pull it down a little."
She felt his fingers tug at the sheet, peeling it down halfway to her waist. He went at her again, twiddling and dabbing her warm skin with the tips of his blunt, strong young fingers.
She felt her tits swelling like balloons under her, the thick, pink nipples biting into the mattress like bullets!
"Uuuuummmmmm ... that's nice," she purred.
He worked for a few moments more, then she told him to go lower, and to pull the sheet down even more.
He got the sheet down to the lower part of her waist, just at the point where her smooth buttocks made a rise. His busy hands manipulated her heating flesh and each time one of his fingers happened to stray extra low on her body, she felt a tug of need inside her wanton cunt.
"Lower," she crooned, huskily.
She felt Billy's hand hesitate just at the base of her rump.
"Lower, darling," she insisted.
Slowly, like a surgeon pulling back a sheet to view a wound, Billy lifted the cloth and exposed the plump moons of his mother's ass.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Billy."
"Do you-uh-you want me to-?"
"Do it the way daddy does," she cut in, hoarsely. "Rub me good-I love it!"
With only a second more of uncertain hesitation, Billy put his fingertips on the firm mounds of her butt and began to lightly massage her glowing rear.
Her pussy fanned open wetly and her clitoris thickened at the top of her whoring hole!
"Harder," she slurred, moving her buttocks in a swaying motion as his exploring fingers kneaded the hillocks of her ass like baker's dough. "Harder and lower I"
He put one finger gingerly just at the bottom of her asshole, sending a rainbow of lustful thrills all the way up to her womb.
"Lower, LOWER!"
He slid his finger deeper and lower into the soft crack of her rump, touching the few hairs that grew just at the rim of her pussy. He paused, as if waiting to be told what to do next.
She was trembling all over and panting softly into the pillow beneath her head.
"What does Dad do now?" Billy asked, his voice already husky and knowing.
It was the real moment of truth and Mary wasn't about to let it slip away.
She raised her body slightly with her knees and hung there with the spreading folds of her slavering cunt only inches off the sheet.
"He goes lower" she whispered sluttishly.
She tingled all over with urgent joy as Billy's willing young finger slipped over the rim of her pussy and inserted itself into the witchy hotness of her fuck slit.
He moved his finger slowly, stirring the burning center of her broiling cunt, then burrowed his finger deeper, pushing it up inside of her as far as he could.
"Ahhhhhh," she purred, her cheeks flushing with raw pleasure at finally feeling her son's hand playing with her cunt.
The sound of his mother's greedy rapture melted away the final thin barriers of Billy's modesty. He knew what the hell she wanted now and why she had cooked up the dumb scheme about an aching back.
It wasn't her back that was aching, he knew, but her hot cunt!
Something else came winging into Billy's bright mind, making a connection with sharp throbs that traveled all the way to his hard-on.
He cupped his mother's pussy with the palm of his hand, keeping his finger moving like a little prick in the cloying folds of her snatch.
"Did you ask Ronda to fuck me, Mom?" he said, his voice brittle and excited in the silence of the bedroom.
Mary felt a lascivious surge run through her pleasured hole, and her vaginal muscles constricted hotly around Billy's wet finger. "Yes!" she hissed, shamelessly.
"Wow," the boy muttered, huskily. "Roll over, Mom. Jesus, roll over so I can really play with your cunt!"
She did as he demanded, rolling her lush body with only one turn so that his finger stayed well into her pussy as it made a cork-screwing motion.
She looked up into the heated, grinning face of her teenaged son, and smiled.
"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to be balled, Mom?" he whispered softly. "I'll fuck you and Ronda any damn time you want me to!"
She was too aroused to even speak, but the desire to prolong the fun she was about to have with Billy prompted her to hiss out the most debased plea of all: "Eat me first, honey!"
Billy's youthful face broke into a wide grin, his lips jerking back over his white teeth.
"Y-you mean you want me to suck you, Mom?"
She knew he'd never done it before, not even with Ronda, and the thought of his cute, virginal tongue getting its first taste of hot cunt from between her legs made her lustful nature sizzle.
She opened her legs wide, pulling the ripe lips of her pussy apart to show the glistening, pink cleft that hungered for a boy's mouth.
"Eat it," she husked. "See how far you can stick your tongue up my cunt!"
Without asking permission, Billy suddenly whipped out of his jeans and T-shirt. He stripped his shorts down and his horny, almost frightfully large cock plopped out as stiff as stone. Despite all the wild fucking he had done with Ronda only hours before, his prick looked as if it could have battered its way through a regiment of older, sucking, hairy slits!
Mary inched her legs even further apart as the handsome little satyr climbed on the bed and ducked his head down between her legs.
"Suck my cunt," she hummed, slitting her eyes with the overpowering greed to make him do anything she wanted. "Suck it. SUCK IT!"
Billy shoved his mouth hard up against the pliant, mushy lips of her spreading cunt and stabbed his eager tongue to the roots up inside her hole.
"UUUMP!" Mary grunted, grinning hotly as she felt every burly inch of her son's tongue grinding hungrily forward.
Her pussy responded to the salacious sucking by opening and closing like the gills of some panting fish. The cuntal folds, thick with hair, formed into a muff around the chin and jaws of her darling little cunt-lapper, and all she could see was the tip of his nose and his lustfully glazed blue eyes as he stroked and chewed the dewy honey of her pouting, thirty-five-year-old twat.
Mary rocked back and forth, goosebumps prickling out along her thighs and her nipples hardening into pink corks of pleasure. She moaned happily as she felt Billy's hands come up and dig covetously into the glowing moons of her ass, holding her tight as his tongue blistered the walls of her oozing pussy with rapid, ravenous strokes.
"Ahhhh ... ummmmmm," she husked, throwing her head back time and again and closing her eyes to hold in the exquisite joy of such wanton, reckless pussy sucking.
As her rapture grew with mindless leaps, she locked her legs around the boy's strong shoulders and forced him even deeper into the sultry trench of her thighs. She reached down and tangled her fingers into his thick blond hair and held him like a whore holds a drunken sailor, whispering lewdly to suck her cunt faster and deeper!
As for Billy, he was having the time of his young life!
His lips felt the scalding hotness of his mother's throbbing cunt, and with all the energy of his teenaged power he pumped his tongue in worming, demanding thrusts, lapping up the streaming juices that tasted like spiced peppermint to him!
He wanted to make her cum, and to that end he did something Ronda had taught him only that same afternoon.
He brought the index finger of his right hand up and screwed it deep into her lathered pussy as he ate her, then he lowered it to the puckered hole just below her cunt and forced it deep into her asshole!
Mary let out a tortured squeal of delight as she felt her son cornholing her with his finger. Her wet, stiffened clitoris pushed up like a thumb against his mouth, and he began to chew it roughly.
"G-g-g-god!" she wheezed, moaning and thrashing, gripping his head with her legs and using her hands to push his bobbing head deeper and deeper against the quick, delicious spasms that suddenly exploded like rockets through her loins. "I'm c-c-cumming! C U M M I N G! EEEeeeOOOOoooo!"
With her whole body shaking with lust, she shoved her soaking cunt savagely against Billy's mouth, and poured a gush of salty cuntal juices over his tongue!
Slurping and lapping, the wicked boy sucked every drop from her swimming pussy, and dug his tongue in for more!
Mary luxuriated for a few lingering moments in having her smoking, dripping cunt licked clean, but far more interesting possibilities crowded her heated mind than the simple art of being tongued.
She fully intended to fuck Billy, to bury once and for all the drumming temptation between her legs to know the raw excitement of riding his beautiful, adolescent body until it shot her full of piping-hot sperm!
She pushed the boy's rapidly lapping tongue gently away from the moist folds of her slit, then leaned forward and slid her hand under the flat warmth of his stomach.
Her fingers curled demandingly around the strong column of his fourteen-year-old prick and, as she squeezed it with cunning ringers, she whispered into his excited ear the words he longed to hear. "I want you to fuck me, darling, longer and better than you fucked Ronda this afternoon. Put your wonderful big cock into my pussy, and pump me all night!"
Billy almost growled with passion!
Like the little horny wildcat he had become, he followed her body back on the bed, crawling between her legs with his lusty prod standing up from the nap of pubic hair like a saddle horn!
Mary parted her legs and lifted up her slick, wet cunt. The lips of her snatch showed in the center of ringleted pussy-hair like a dark, pink, greasy mouth, hungry to suck the rigid boyfuck pole of Billy's meat until it delivered every ounce of spunk from his heated balls.
The boy joined his cock to her cunt with only two or three lustful thrusts, horsing the entire length of his penis into the hot, twitching oven of her hole.
She could feel his smooth nuts crowded hard against the lower part of her pussy and, with a deep sigh of contentment, she reached down and planted her hands firmly on his nude buttocks.
"Fuck me at last," she purred.
Even before her little son had managed to stroke her yearning cunt even once, her lust-glazed eyes caught the slight movement beyond them at the door of the bedroom.
Mary found herself staring straight into the eyes of her astonished husband!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At the sight of her husband-standing in the bedroom doorway with his suitcase in his hand-Mary made a croaking gulp which didn't quite come out as words.
Billy grinned, unaware of the disaster behind him. "Boy, you're really hot, Mom," he slurred, holding her tits in his firm young fingers and gently massaging the nipples as his prick throbbed lustfully between the hairy folds of her cunt. "I hope I can fuck ya the way you like it, and if I don't do it the way Dad does, just tell me."
The expression on Mary's face finally dawned on Billy. She wasn't feeling pleasure, but pain!
"What the shit, Mom?" he muttered. "Is my cock too big for you? You wanta suck me off again, the way Ronda-?"
Then Mary found her voice. "DAVE!" she yelped.
Billy's eyes popped as wide as half-dollars and he whirled around, still holding her tits in his hands and still with his horny young prod ground into her pussy to the balls.
"Oh, jumpin' Jesus!" Billy barked, snapping his hands back from the quivering, coned knobs of Mary's breasts and trying to hide with those same hands the fact that he had his prick between her legs.
Dave Archer let his suitcase drop with a thud on the floor beside him. He took a ragged, deep breath. "What the fuck do you two think you're doing?" he husked.
Mary gulped. "We-I-uh-" She broke off, her face flushing a deep red and her pussy puckering up around Billy's bone-hard cock like a withered peach!
"You tell me," her husband roared, staring at his naked son as he sat saddled into his mother's thighs. "Explain yourself, you slit-happy little sonofabitch!"
The cruel, slurring words suddenly brought a change to Billy's face. Instead of blinking with surprise and fear, his eyes snapped and blazed with the courage to fight back.
"We're not doing much more than you and Cindy," he spat. "Why don't you tell us, Dad, how you've been sucking Cindy's hot little cunt for her!"
"Huh?" Mary wheezed, her mouth falling open like a bear trap.
"That's right, Mom," Billy chattered, rapidly. "Cindy told me all about it one night. She said that weekend about a month ago when she and Dad went out to the cabin on the lake, he talked her into letting him lick her cunt. She said he kissed and sucked her little pussy all night, then made her jack him off in the morning!"
The outrageous information literally crackled in the air like bits and pieces of lightning!
"Sorry, Dad," Billy said. "I was going to keep quiet about it, but you started making such an ass out of yourself just because Mom and I decided to knock off a little piece."
Mary's eyes glittered as she stared at her blushing husband. "Is it true?" she gasped. "Did you play with your own daughter's-uh-privates?"
Billy gave a short, hoarse laugh. "Privates, hell, Mom. They ain't private any more, not after Dad sucked 'em for about six hours. I've sucked 'em too. Cindy loves to get her pussy eaten, and I'm teaching her how to fuck!"
Mary didn't dare tell what she knew about that subject!
"Y-you've fucked Cindy?" Archer blurted, his eyes twinkling despite the embarrassment he felt at being exposed to his wife and son.
Billy grinned. "Damn sure have, Pop! She digs it, too. Might be a little tight down there for your big prodder, but I'll betcha Cindy would be more than willing for you to shove it to her!"
Nobody said a damned word for a few seconds, then everybody began to babble at once.
"HOLD IT!" Dave shouted.
Billy and his mother's mouths clapped shut.
A ragged, lecherous grin crawled slowly across Dave's face and he scratched his handsome jaw with his index finger. "Okay, okay, it looks to me like we've all had our finger in somebody's pie. So I did play around with Cindy a little bit, but not before she all but begged me to. Hell, she hinted in about forty-thousand different ways when we were driving out to the lake that day that she-uh-wanted to have some fun. Don't ask me where she got the idea, but-"
"She got the idea at school," Billy offered, cutting in with a grunt and a smile. "Christ, don't you older generations know what goes on between classes? Some of Cindy's best friends have been fucking since they were in pigtails! Cindy told me that every boy in her class had begged her at least once to let 'em smell and finger her cunt, and a couple of them even showed her their pricks, trying to convince her they'd be good fucking."
"So Cindy decided the best way to learn about sex was from somebody who'd be nice and gentle with her, her own daddy!"
"Wow," Archer groaned, licking his lips, "if I'd have know that out at the lake that night-"
"You'd have screwed your own daughter," Mary finished, grinning.
Her husband blushed, but his virile eyes twinkled lewdly. "Hell, could you blame me?" he whispered. "She's got the cutest goddamn little cunt on her, no wonder the boys follow her around!"
"Why don't you call Cindy up and tell her to come back home, Dad?" Billy suggested. "It's either that, or stand around with your dick hard in your pants while you watch Mom and me fuck!"
"D-do you think she'd-mh-?"
"She's at Patsy Sue Finton's house," Mary said. "Call her and tell her we both want her to come home. Tell her we're having a little family get-together!"
Dave grinned again, his good-looking, mature face wreathed in the lusty glow of a guy who is about to get what most men just dream about getting, his big, horse-sized cock into the hairless quim of a twelve-year-old girl!
"Call her, Dad," Billy said. "The sooner Cindy learns what a real fucking is like, the happier she's gonna be!"
Dave almost stumbled over his suitcase getting out of the room!
To Mary's intense delight, Billy's prick had not grown even faintly limp inside of her all through the extraordinary scene. If anything, it had grown stronger and hotter as he talked about his little sister's pussy!
The second her husband was out of sight, Mary pulled Billy's eager young body back into the right position, and his hands came like magnets back to the heavy hotness of her tits.
Her cunt squeezed the whole length of his brawny cock, as if trying to milk it like a cow's teat.
"Fuck me, babydoll," she whispered.
As her thighs opened with the lush, surrendering pleasure of a female in high heat, Billy began to pump up and down with all the stubborn lust his teenage body could muster!
Dave Archer was waiting in the hall downstairs when Cindy arrived.
She was dressed in a frilly pink dress, white ankle-socks, and tiny black shoes. She had a big white ribbon in her hair and the sight of her almost virginal body sent a huge throb of pure need through her father's loins.
"Hi Daddy!" the little girl said, throwing her slender arms around his neck and hugging and kissing him on the mouth.
The touch of her warm, pubescent lips on his made his prick begin to grow brutally stiff in his pants!
Cindy pulled her smacking mouth away from his, but held onto his neck. "Where's Mommy and Billy?" she asked.
"Upstairs," her father whispered, "having fun."
Cindy blinked. "What kind of fun, Daddy?"
He grinned, and let his large, friendly hands slip down to hold her firm young buttocks. His fingers spread over her entire rump, almost as if she were nothing but a big doll made of life-like flesh!
'Billy and your mother are having the same kind of fun we had that night out at the lake," he said. "Remember what you let me do in the cabin?"
Cindy's beautiful gray eyes grew warm and moist, and her clever, cute little mouth twitched. "Y-yes, Daddy."
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it! Are we going to do it again?"
"Damn right we are, honey, only this time we're gonna do it even better!"
With a little grunt of joy, Cindy kissed him again. This time he felt her sharp, pink tongue digging deep into his mouth!
He picked her up and carried her into the den, putting her down on the big leather sofa. As he deposited her on her back, he rode one hand up under her dress and felt the plump little muffin of her cunt through her panties. It was warm and pouting out with heat!
He sat on the sofa beside her, rubbing her lovely young pussy with the palm of his hand.
"Take my panties off, Daddy!" she whispered softly.
What Dave Archer had no way of knowing was that Cindy was already hot for some kind of sex. She and her friend Patty Sue had been playing with each other for the past hour, trying to imitate what they already knew about having sex with males. Patty Sue had been pretending that she was a boy, and since they both knew that boys like to put their tongues up between the legs of girls, Patty Sue had been doing just that for Cindy. In fact, she had been licking and sucking Cindy's pungent little pussy when the phone call came for her to return home!
With her father's big hand massaging her strongly aroused young cunt, she was practically delirious with the desire to be pleasured to the end!
Dave hooked his thumbs into the top of his daughter's panties and gently peeled them down as she lifted her short legs to assist him. He took off her shoes and socks, and began to unbutton her dress.
"I'll do that, Daddy," she said eagerly. "You take off your clothes, too!"
Her greedy little invitation sent a voluptuous urge through his balls, and he could feel the hairy things swelling with desire along with his inordinately large, manly prick!
As Cindy piled out of her pink dress, he ripped off his clothes and tossed them into an untidy pile at the foot of the sofa.
At the sight of her father's strongly built, hairy body, "Cindy gave a surprised and delighted little gasp. His huge, wagging cock excited her interest the most. Just the size of it sent a wanton thrill through her tight, moist cunt!
"It's so big," she whispered, her little eyes blinking at the veined, brown monster that stuck out like a tropical banana between her father's legs.
He grinned. "Bigger than Billy's, eh?"
Cindy blushed!
He dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her girlish legs over his shoulders, forcing her plump-lipped young cunt right up to his mouth. He rolled his lecherous tongue out and began to lap the soft, pliant folds of her sex. The golden fuzz covering her still-developing pussy tingled against the wet flatness of his tongue and he could smell the delicious odor of her spunky hole.
"Uuuummmmm," Cindy moaned, kittenishly, ."lick me harder, Daddy!"
He slipped his strong-fingered hands under the small mounds of her ass and pulled her even closer against his foraging mouth. His oily, bold tongue snicked between the tender lips of her dewy slit, driving now and then all the way inside.
The titillations inside the girl's spicy, easily excitable pussy made her thrash and sigh. She wrapped her strong little legs greedily around her father's neck and did everything she could to force him to suck her better.
He had to pull her legs apart time and time again, always to go back to the slick, hairless humps of her sex so that he could tongue her deeper. To vary the pleasure he was giving her, he turned his head sideways and slid his ruthless tongue over to the roots in her piping-hot cunt, worming it in circles and pulled back slowly so she would feel almost the same kind of joy she would in getting fucked!
Cindy's impish little clit, only the size of a pink button, began to grow larger and firmer as he sucked her, and soon it was sticking up at the top of her pussy like a scarlet tadpole!
After a few minutes of constant, lascivious cunt-eating, he was turned into a robot of lust as he heard his twelve-year-old daughter whispering in husky, eager words, "I want to suck on yours, Daddy! Please, please let me suck on your big thing, too!"
His stallion-sized prick throbbed between his legs, riding out from the thick bush of pubic hair like an enormous bar of warm steel.
"Pleaseeeee, Daddy! I want it! I WANT TO SUCK IT!"
As evil as he knew it was, he couldn't resist the begging voice of the little girl crying for a taste of his cock.
He brought his mouth slurping away from the swollen, pink lips of her pussy, and stood up.
His cock had never been harder, and it stuck out between his legs a full nine inches-thick, hairy, and hot. The huge vein traversing the column was gorged and pulsing, and the glans of his oversized penis looked like a small cooking apple.
He crowded his knees against the edge of the sofa and offered his throbbing prick to Cindy's parted lips.
He knew that if he lived to be a million, and fucked another young girl's mouth every day as long as he lived, he would never know the lewd thrill of what he began to experience at that moment.
He watched with slitted eyes as his daughter brought her small hands up and curled her white fingers around the frightfully stiffened pole of meat. She couldn't reach all the way around his tool, but the touch of her soft fingers sent lustful thrills all the way to his hairy asshole!
"Lick it, baby," he whispered, his voice ragged and hoarse. "Suck it for your daddy, suck it!"
He watched as her crafty, wet little tongue came darting out between her lips. She held his prick like a big ice-cream cone and gently licked just the dry, flared head of it. Her feathering strokes made his meatus turn a dark, furious color, and his whole cock grew gristly and stiff under her teasing.
He put his hands behind him on his strong buttocks, feeling his muscles twitch with pleasure as Cindy continued to lap away on just the head of his dick.
She ovaled her tiny lips around the tip of his rod and began to try to suck all of him.
At the same time she was taking lessons in cock-sucking, she discovered the marvel of her father's big balls. They were three or four times larger than Billy's horny little love-bags, and covered with bristling hair. Cindy took each of his firm, horsy nuts in her hands and began to massage them as she sucked.
Archer closed his eyes and a warm grin pulled his mouth toward his burning earlobes. He waited until he could feel the drumming, dangerous approach of an orgasm, then he gently pulled his swollen, jerking prick out of Cindy's mouth.
She followed the retreat of his luscious, large cock, lapping like a little monkey on the head of it.
"Spread your legs, baby," he husked. "Spread 'em wide!"
He watched as she did exactly as he instructed.
The burning lips of her woefully tight little cunt spread apart, but barely enough for a good-sized wiener to enter! The sappy groove between her legs looked much too small for even the head of his titan cock, but he was determined to fuck her, come hell or high water!
After all, she had already had her maidenhead taken by her big brother's lusty tool, he thought, and if he could teach her to take something as big as his, he'd turn his pretty young daughter into a fucking machine overnight!
He half-crouched and grasped the root of his huge peter with one hand. He inched up between her spraddled legs and touched just the gleaming, tongue-wet head of his cock against the thin furrow of her cunt.
He could feel the lips of her pussy nibbling gently on the spongy hardness of his glans.
He pushed the bulbous head slowly between the pliant, yielding folds, taking his time for fear of hurting her.
He didn't know his darling, lusty daughter "More, Daddy!" she said, her cheeks flushed with passion. "More! MORE!"
He drove the head of his cock solidly up into the gulping vent of her girlish snatch, and felt a shudder of joy as her wanton cunt swallowed it like an egg!
"More," she whispered, wriggling her frisky legs and rubbing her calves hard against his thighs. "Put it all the way in, the way Billy does!"
With a grunt of savage lust, he forced his abnormally large prick deeper into her twitching young hole. He rode it halfway in and felt her whole pussy convulse with a tight, sucking action. With a long, drawn-out sigh, she spasmed with an intensity that made his cock feel it was caught in a vise.
He had made her cum!
His thick, stone-hard column of flesh remained stationary as her small cunt throbbed happily, and a wet trickle of juices wandered out of the stretched circle between her legs.
He had her completely at his mercy. With her hot pussy swimming from her own liquids, he drove his cock into her to the balls.
His huge penis throbbed lewdly in the constricted channel of her sex, filling and expanding the grainy walls of her almost virginal cunt like a baseball bat.
His big nuts were touching against the pencil-thin crack of her cute ass as he began to slowly but powerfully fuck her. At first her pussy seemed unable to absorb any movement of his grown prick, but the longer he fucked her the more willing her twat responded.
In only a few minutes, he was screwing her with rapid, ramming strokes that sent the head of his cock all the way up against her womb and back again almost to the lips of her slit.
He began to count the number of thrusts it took to make Cindy cum, and he played a lusty game with her, fucking her jutting cunt just to the brink of an orgasm, then stopping.
Each time he did that, her eyes blazed with the amorous need to complete her pleasure, and she fucked back at him, moving her tender young hips and thighs like a wild animal.
He toyed and teased her willing pussy for a long twenty minutes before he gave her what she wanted, making her little budding tits turn to stone and her cuntal lips bloat outward with the force of his climax.
He filled her sweetly sucking hole with a half-dozen powerful spurts of thick, white cream, and made her cum a final time along with him.
He didn't have to ask her if she liked the cock that was filling her horny quim better than her big brother's!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The early morning sunlight streamed through the narrow window of the cabin and Mary stretched lazily in bed, bumping her knees against the two youthful bodies she had spent the night with.
Chuck Bates lay curled on the right side of her and her son Billy sprawled on the left. All three of them were naked and they had spent almost the entire night in an orgy of endless fucking.
The rim of Mary's satisfied and thickly lipped cunt still smoldered nicely from the marathon screwing from the two healthy, teenaged boys. They had taken turns seeing which could make her cum the longest and best, and both of their stout, horny young pricks had serviced her over and over until they all had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
Mary was awake now, and the musty smell of the two beautiful boys in bed with her made the tips of her tits prickle with a fresh desire. She could actually feel her nipples growing hard and elongating out from the plump aoreolas, mad to be given an early morning suck.
She lifted her head just enough to take a glance at the smooth, placid lake at the edge of the cabin door, and a cunning smile spread up the corners of her mouth. For once in her life she had figured out how to get away from Ronda Benton, and that eternally ringing phone.
What Ronda didn't know about his weekend of lust, she decided, wouldn't hurt her!
The more pressing matter of somehow getting her titties sucked came leaping back into Mary's mind, and to accomplish her salacious need she turned gently toward Chuck Bates.
He was asleep and his handsome, fresh young face looked like an artist's dream of boyish perfection. She studied the light fuzz along his smooth cheeks and the dark, closed lashes of his eyes that only a few hours before had been crackling with passion. The boy's mouth riveted most of her attention. His lips were slightly parted, as if inviting her to do anything with them she pleased!
Slowly, Mary took her right breast in her hand, squeezing it softly until the nipple stood out like a coral knob. She eased it up against the sleeping young child's lips. She moved the tip of her nipple lightly and teasingly just along the slightly parted crease of his mouth, and his nose twitched like a rabbits!
Mary grinned and worked her fat nipple a bit harder into the succulent, adolescent cleft between Chuck's lips. Her pap felt warm and moist there, and it actually hardened even more, pointing out like a blunt spike.
In a moment, Chuck's eyelids fluttered open, and he grinned around the tasty morsel she was offering him.
Without a second's hesitation he closed his mouth firmly around the cone of her swollen boob and began to suck it hungrily. The suction of his strong, youthful lips made the flesh at the base of her large tit crinkle delightfully. She felt a trickle of moisture oozing from the tiny hole at the center of her nipple.
Chuck brought his hands up and held the big globe of warm, firm flesh as he suckled it like an overgrown baby. His cheeks indented over and over as she fed him more of her breast, and he roiled his lustful tongue in circles around the rubbery jutting pap-She was aware of a movement on the left of her, then Billy's hands were fondling her other breast! She lay back so the boys could suck her tits, one pulling at a nipple from the right and one from the left!
The quiet room was filled with only the passionate, wet slurping of the two young mouths, both trying to outdo each other in their desire to pleasure her.
Very quickly Mary felt their hard pricks pressing like lengths of lead pipe against her hips, and she knew the horny little rascals were ready to fuck her again. To hold them to the exquisite interlude of sucking, she reached her hands down under the covers on either side of her and curled her brazen fingers around their throbbing cocks.
Chuck and Billy seemed to have grown larger, as if their tools were being nurtured by the warm juices from her cunt. As she gently squeezed their stiffened peters, they sucked her with even more fervent hunger.
Then, to her wanton delight, she felt the boys slide their hands over between her legs to tease her pussy the same way she was teasing their pricks.
Their boyish fingers tangled a bit as they tried to finger her cunt, but finally both of them got one finger apiece lodged in the pouting center of her cuntal lips, and they stirred her gathering hotness together.
In only a few moments, her pussy grew unbearably itchy!
"Fuck me," she whispered huskily.
Billy and Chuck brought their sucking lips away from the springy hardness of her nipples.
"Which one first?" Billy asked. "Which one gets to poke your pussy, Mom?"
She smiled slackly. "Chuck does," she managed.
She felt her son's wet finger come worming out of her cunt in disappointment, but she reached down and caught his strong hand in hers. She directed his slimy finger to the dark bud between the cheeks of her ass and pushed the tip of it wantonly into her anus.
"You can fuck me there, darling," she hissed.
She could feel Billy's lusty young heart pounding against her ribs.
"Y-you want me to fuck you in the asshole, Mom?" he whispered, his voice trembling happily.
"Yes!"
Both boys got into position, with her sandwiched in between them.
Chuck drove his long, sixteen-year-old cock quickly up into the humid sheath of her pussy, not stopping until he had it horsed to the hairs. To get him even deeper, so the head of his lively prick could touch against her womb, she crawled one leg over his lean hip.
The position she was now in gave Billy an excellent opportunity to cornhole her, and although he had never shoved his penis into such a strange, exciting place, he proved his ability like the hot young tiger he was!
As Mary grunted softly, Billy pushed and fucked his sturdy prick all the way up into the moist, constricting funnel of her ass.
Having two boyish cocks wedged into her musty openings sent one surge of pleasure after another through her carnal body, carrying her right to the edge of a delicious orgasm even before they began screwing!
Billy and Chuck dipped their fingers down to feel how their pricks were crammed into her cunt and ass. Chuck fingered the stretched, hairy lips of her pussy while Billy felt along the furrow of her stuffed buttocks.
The combined titillation of their fingers and cocks sent another greedy spasm of lust through her loins, nudging her almost over the brink of a climax.
Then Chuck did something that made her juices pour like warm, sudsy water over the column of his buried tool. He stuck the tip of his finger high up into her cunt and tickled her fanged clitoris.
"UUUNNNKKK!" Mary gasped, cumming with strong, powerful contractions of her vaginal muscles!
Both boys let her orgasm run its course then they began to fuck her from both ends.
It took some time to get the proper rhythms established, but finally the two pussy-mad little boys worked as a team. When Chuck ram-rodded his cock forward, Billy pulled his back. Then, as Billy pumped his prick ball-deep into her cloying asshole, Chuck rode his almost to the outer lips of her soaked pussy.
She moaned like a whore!
It took a full fifteen minutes of that kind of slow-fast fucking to satisfy them, and while her two buckaroos worked her over, she spasmed repeatedly.
"You about ready, Chuck?" Billy whispered hoarsely, as he pounded his bursting cock between the ruttish crack of Mary's heated butt.
"Yeah," Chuck gasped, "just a couple more strokes! I'll tell you when!"
Mary's cunt foamed and twitched and her ravaged asshole quivered under the combined, final assault of her two young satyrs.
"N-noly!" Chuck grunted, whamming his hot, swollen penis so deep into Mary's pussy that she lost her breath.
On cue, Billy jabbed his exploding cock to the root up her rear, and with both strapping rods buried out of sight in her body, the boys reached a mutual release.
Mary bucked forward, then backward, as she felt the two deliciously hard, lustful pricks spurting boycum as one!
Both boys blew off their balls with such incredibly potent force that it seemed large syringes were gushering her cunt and bowels full of lava!
They rocked and rolled with moans and grunts as the paroxysms of pleasure thrilled pussy, pricks, balls, and her demanding ass!
Then, when all was over, they lay tangled and sweaty together with only their hearts pounding to show that they had survived....
Finally, they stirred, and both boys still hugely swollen cocks came unglued from her body.
Billy sighed and scratched his nuts almost lazily while Chuck stroked the hot, slimy juices off his cock with one hand.
"Wonder how Cindy is making out?" Billy said, smiling.
Mary had almost forgotten that she was not the only female in the cabin that weekend!
"Hey, let's go see," Chuck whispered. "Man, I just love to see that little pussy of hers getting serviced. Hell, I'll bet a horse could fuck Cindy now after what she's been through!"
"Wanta go check out Cindy, Mom?" Billy asked. "Maybe we can get some new ideas about screwing!"
Mary nodded, momentarily satisfied herself!
They crawled out of the narrow cabin bed. Mary got between them, with her hands on their cute, firm butts, and they traveled the short distance to the door. Billy's and Chuck's cocks wagged between their legs as they walked.
There was only one other room in the small cabin, the living room, where Cindy had spent the night with her father and Willy Smith.
In order not to disturb anything the three might be doing, Mary and the two boys slyly cracked open the bedroom door and peered out.
What they saw not only gave them ideas for more fun, but very quickly generated new hard-on's for the easily stimulated teenaged males.
In the center of the living room, Cindy was kneeling doggie fashion with her naked father on his knees behind her. He was holding her flushed, small buttocks in his hands as he generously fucked her from behind.
The voyeurs in the bedroom could easily see the big, veined prick of the grown man oiling like a piston in and out of the swollen, pink muffin of the young girl's cunt. It appeared that he had been fucking her for some time.
What fired their imaginations to the boiling point was what Willy Smith was allowing Cindy to do with his enormous black cock.
He was on his knees in front of her, leaning back so that his dark hands were clasped around his bare feet, and so that his nine-inch, pure black, sixteen-year-old man-sized tool was sticking out between his legs like an oversized sausage.
Cindy was sucking on Willy's enormous prick, moving her pretty, doll-like head back and forth as the glistening, swarthy boyfuck column filled her mouth and throat to capacity.
"Jesus," Billy whispered, "look at Cindy eat that big black bastard!"
Willy had his eyes closed, but his thick-lipped smile indicated that he was enjoying very much the unique thrill of getting his football-player's dick sucked by such a young, willing mouth.
They watched, spellbound, as the orgy continued, with Cindy being royally pumped and pleasured from both ends.
It was only when they saw Willy's cock finally grow as hard as wood and begin to throb between the stretched lips of the twelve-year-old girl that they knew Cindy was about to get her reward.
The pricks of Billy and Chuck were on full hard, quivering stiffly in front of them!
Willy reached his climax and Cindy's ivory cheeks bloated out in circles as the dark dick shot her throat brimming full of viscous blackboy sperm!
"Golly, I want her to do that to me, too!" Chuck said and groaned.
"So do I," Billy said. "Let's go get in line while Dad fucks her!"
"Uh-do you mind Mom?" Billy asked. "I mean, we hate to leave you, but-"
Mary cut off his apology with a wanton grin and jerked her thumb back toward the rumpled bedroom bed.
"Just send Willy back here," she said. "I'll show him where Cindy got her talent!"
