Generally speaking, much more care is taken to preserve the virginities of our daughters than of our sons. Of course, there are some saner civilizations where such nonsensical ideas get the treatment they deserve-they are ignored-but among the over polished, over rule ridden societies, the cherries of girls are considered as more treasured fruit than those of boys.
There is, however, one segment of our own culture which does not take this view. People who suffer untold agonies at thinking of their sweet young sons "defiled" by sex.
Their mothers.
Yes, indeed, and no one knows what pangs they do suffer.
In the works of Dr. Sigmund Freud, and in his lectures at super-schools in Europe, the great man freely touched on this phenomenon. For, as he hinted, there is a dark corner in every mother's mind where an incestuous image lives and thrives-and in this teeming soil there grows a weird plant-the image of a mother's love-sexual love-for her son.
Faye Logan, the triumphant figure in this novel of love in our times, knew about this. She knew that the mothers of the lads she craved and seduced would rend her limb from limb if they knew. And still, her craving for sex with these young kids made her defy the odds and the Gods, and take her chances with fury of revengeful mothers.
Fortunately, she knew enough of the real world to stand off the mothers in their parade of righteous anger and jealousy. And she knew enough about the real women hiding behind those masks of anger and revenge to defeat them at their own game, which was terrorization.
This novel portrays the terrible sexual cravings excited in the breasts of ripely mature women by stalwart youth, of adolescents. Everyone recognizes the lure that nubile young girls exert on men in and near middle age. A woman of corresponding age and desires has her tortures as well as her rewards.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Faye Logan sat patiently in her car. It was a warm day, and she was glad there were trees along the street to make shade. Even so, she was perspiring slightly.
But she was hot in another way, too. A most enjoyable way. Her weight compressed her thick, soft, hairy cunt lips under her in a way that gave her a pleasantly itchy feeling, made her aware of her sex. She always loved that. It made her vaginal pores distill their sweet, clear, thick cunt juice, made her interior warm and juicy.
She watched intently as a tall boy came in her direction on the other side of the street. Good! It was the boy she was waiting for, Kevin Boone. The minute she had seen him, she wanted him. And his mother, unwittingly, had given her the key to the boy's pants.
She watched in fascination as the tall kid stopped near the porch of his home and scratched his crotch. A flood of saliva made her swallow quickly. On this warm day, how divine it would be to skin this big kid's cock back and lick the rankly beautiful exudates which gather around any male's cockhead.
Feeling the itchy little pang that was like a needle piercing her cunt, Fay groaned slightly and hunched forward. This young boy was in for a grown up treat.
She didn't worry about her success. Kevin wasn't like some kids, indifferent to sex. She knew such boys, utterly indifferent to the charms of a good looking, thirty-five year old woman, even if she had big titties, plenty of rump and thighs. Either because nobody had turned them on, or because they got all the fucking they wanted from the bright eyed, high breasted girls who made every high school yard look like a sex maniac's dream of heaven.
The boy stood in the shade of a tall tree in his yard, and once again his hand went to his crotch. From where she sat, Faye could see the lump made by his cock and balls as he seemed to be caressing them rather than scratching them.
Marvelous! She was almost panting with eagerness.
She knew this boy, and she knew he wasn't one who was so mixed up with girls of his age that the charms of a woman like herself would seem ludicrous to him.
Her work took her from house to house, showing, sampling, and selling her "His-'n-Hers" line of cosmetics, gifts, and perfumes. An ideal job, considering her fierce obsession to see, feel, smell, handle, taste, and suck on the cocks of young boys. And to fuck them, too, of course, or to enfold them, hard and throbbing, between her big, warm, soft titties. But what she loved best was to have them driven deep into her throat, where her powerful swallowing muscles could milk them of their spurting juice.
She had called at Kevin's home to see his mother, and had sold the woman an ounce of Tiara, the best perfume in the H-H line. Althea Boone was a warm, bubbling, likeable woman who enjoyed meeting Faye. She loved to talk, loved to talk about her home, her family, and her big, good looking son.
She had been so entranced with H-H products that she had blown herself to a couple of lipsticks, a special skin freshener, and a large jar of moisturizing cream. A nice sale, although the money Faye earned was secondary to other benefits.
Like, for example, the big, handsome boy walking into the room, and his proud mother holding his hand and saying: "Kevin, say hello to Miz Logan, darling," and the big kid had given her hand a warm squeeze which had lit a fire in Faye's belly. And it was then that Mrs. Boone had given Faye the key she wanted.
For, after Faye had said, quite honestly: "He's a handsome boy," the mother's pride had caused Althea to respond. Beautifully.
"Why, thank you, Miz Logan. But he's so shy. Girls are crazy for him, but he won't look at one twice. And I know it's only shyness, because he's all boy."
The good-looking, busty woman had said: "You know what I mean, I hope," and had blushed. "He's growing up. Has erotic dreams and all. I guess all mothers know about them, having to clean them up, and then say nothing. Boys get embarrassed so easily! They're so sweet!"
It had almost made Faye cum right then and there, thinking of that big, beautiful kid whose hand she had just pressed, shooting hot, milky streams of jism out of his perfect peter. She had felt a tickling itch of inner heat deep up in the secrecies of her cunt, a squirming of muscle, a sense of filling.
So Faye knew all this about Kevin Boone. Not only his name and where he lived and what he looked like, but that he was gloriously into adolescence, that his hardy young balls filled so full of cum juice that he had wet dreams. How often? Form the way Althea Boone had talked, probably quite often. Shooting that rich, slick, warm load into a dream-pussy!
"He'll get over it, Miz Boone. The shyness, I mean. He's a lovely big boy, but I imagine he's younger than he seems, about sixteen, I expect?" And this was sheer conversation, for Faye had made up her mind-regardless of the boy's age, she meant to have his cock.
And the doting mother, thrilled to have an eager audience while she talked about her darling son, answered: "Yes. Sixteen a month ago. I'm sure he'll get over his shyness soon." And she had smiled in maternal love and pride.
Watching the boy go across his porch and into his front door, Faye felt a throbbing of warmth and fullness in her pussy. Sixteen! What a gorgeous age for a boy! Or a man, really! He was big, and his cock would, by now, have reached almost its final size, and his balls would be at the peak of their power to create that rich, lovely semen, so boldly masculine in its taste, so subtly teasing in its light, strong odors.
The vision of the boy and his prick held her spellbound for a moment, so that Althea Boone had said: "What is it, Miz Logan? Are you all right?"
And Faye had answered smoothly: "Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just need to know what day I should deliver your order." For that was a way of finding out something important to her chain of seduction-was there any day when the mother wasn't on guard over her darling boy? And the mother gave her the answer she wanted, having no idea how much her reply meant to this friendly, well-stacked, young looking woman!
"Any day is fine except Thursdays. That's my volunteer day at the Community Hospital. Every Thursday, from nine to six, I put in as a nurse's aide. It's a long day, but I love it. And Fred-that's my husband-he works late on Thursdays, too."
So here it was Thursday, and here was Faye, eager with the instincts of a hungeress who has tracked down game and is now ready to close in.
She slipped out of her car, feeling a damp spot on her skirt, and laughed. "Girl, you're really hot," she whispered to herself. "Let's go, and good hunting."
She took one of her two brief cases with her, wondering what would happen if she ever made a mistake and showed this attache case, by mistake, to one of her prospects. For it did not contain samples of her products, or brochures. This one was for the boys she pursued. For this one was filled with some of the gamiest and raunchiest of the photo illustrated sex magazines that money could buy.
She boldly stepped up on the porch. Why not? She was a legitimate business woman, calling on a customer. She even had a package under her arm containing the items Mrs. Boone had ordered.
Her heart was beating like a trip hammer as she punched the button of the door bell. She heard the chimes, but there was no answer, no sign of the big boy she knew was inside.
She was boiling inside, now that the moment of truth had arrived. She had no plan of her moves, and needed none. Always, nature seemed to guide her.
She did not press the button again, but simply opened the screen door and went in. There was the distinct possibility that Kevin would be in the bathroom, and this pleased her. Intimacy was a factor in any successful seduction, the past had taught Faye. And what was more intimate than the bathroom?
And intuition informed her properly. Kevin was in the bathroom. His head was buzzing, his cock was hard, he had it in his firm and loving grasp. He was preparing to jerk off.
Masturbation is a solitary sport much of the time, but no boy-or man, either-is ever really alone when he beats his meat. There is always a gay and brightly colored partner in his imagination.
And this was true with Kevin.
Only a few days before, a beautiful lady had come into his life. Obliquely, to be sure. And well fenced away from him by a difference in ages, as well as being a friend-or at least an acquaintance-of his mother. An insurmountable combination, but when you pull your pud, you can have anyone you want as a dream-fuck. Motion picture star, the girl across the street, your best friend's sister. Your own mother for that matter. Or her friends.
The lady he pictured in his mind was even more beautiful in fancy than in real life. For one thing, she was naked, and her big titties were swollen with lust. And, instead of taking his hand in hers, she had taken hold of his cock. Miz What'shername, the lady who sold all that perfume and cosmetic stuff. Boy, was she ever built!
He thought he heard the sound of their front door chimes, and grinned. Whoever it was could just take off. Nothing was going to deprive him of unloading this big wad of jism. He would sit in the tub full of hot and soapy water, draw the soft foreskin back and let the heat of the water caress the trembling head of his cock, just as if that lovely lady, Miz What'shername, was steering it into her cunt.
His hand, squeezing his hard penis, made a convulsive jerking motion as this thought flowered in his mind. He turned off the water and tested it with his toe. Geez, it was hot! Especially for an already warm day. But he could always take a cool shower afterwards, and loping his mule was more fun in hot water.
On an impulse, Fay went directly to the bathroom, after first calling softly: "Anybody home? Miz Boone, are you at home?"
This way, she could always say: "I rang the bell and called out to ask if anyone was home," and thus have a reasonable alibi for doing something so unreasonable.
Her heart leaped when she saw the bathroom door was closed. She had the boy cornered. What was he doing? Using the toilet? Or jerking off?
The mature woman, her pulses hammering, wasted no time-she simply opened the bathroom door.
For a moment, both parties almost went into shock-one, because her intuition had been one hundred per cent correct, and the other because he was frightened, startled, and guilty with the peculiar guilt that surrounds teenagers caught in a sexual act.
But that beautiful peter helped Faye, and its condition helped Kevin. He had never had a fantasy take substance and shape before, but the fact that he already had contemplated this woman in all her glorious nudity made her appearance in the flesh seem not too impossible. Still, he was shaken up.
And Faye, equally shaken, dropped her package and her briefcase on the floor, her tongue suddenly thick with real longing, and held out her arms to the dazed boy, whose cock remained hard.
When he hesitated, Faye simply put her soft, warm hand around the boy's rigid peter and came up close to him, pressing her big breasts on the kid's athletic body.
Somthing about the actuality of the scene, the reality of the woman's soft, substantial body, released the boy from his spell. He had dreamed about these marvelous titties, as big as his mom's, and he put one of his big hands over the left one, his other hand going around and down to squeeze her ass. To him, it was a miracle, but a miracle made of feminine flesh. It was new to him, but instinct told him what to do.
His cock was now between them, pressing on Faye's belly. She could feel it, rigid and hot, through the soft fabric of her dress, and her cunt thudded with a pounding of hot blood to its swollen tissues. And, being in the right position, knowing she would have to teach this boy the nuances of sexual love, she murmured: "Kiss me!" and turned her mouth up to his.
She was surprised and thrilled at the kiss he gave her. She had known about French kissing when she was eleven, and it had not occurred to her that even a shy boy would have picked up the knowledge of how to kiss a woman.
But she found her tongue curled into a mouth of singular sweetness, and felt it sucked as though the boy meant to pull it up by its roots. And, when she in turn sucked his tongue in, to rest and curl around her own, she knew a flood of heat and love that almost blinded her with its purity and heat.
She felt his hard cock throb, felt him squeeze at her ass as if he meant to open it wide to his prying fingers, and she let herself go, leaning against him the better to feel his cock.
Somehow, and Faye was never positive about how it happened, the two of them got out of the bathroom and down the hall to the boy's bedroom. He was panting, half carrying the older woman, and she was following him as if in a dance of lust.
When they got to his room, father than embarrassment setting in, the boy felt a surge of freedom such as he had never known before. "I was dreaming of you," he declared hoarsely, still holding onto one of Faye's warm, heavy titties. "I was fucking you in my dream! How did you happen to come in?"
He asked the question in a dream-like way, and Faye knew that he needed no answer. But she said: "I came to see you, Kevin. I brought the stuff your mama ordered, but it was you I wanted to see. Oh, darling, you're not angry? Or frightened?"
He quickly rubbed his hand down her belly, stopping on the softly padded mound that lay above her split. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said. "I just think I'm dreaming. But it's the nicest wet dream I've ever had."
Fumblingly, he tried to get to the zipper on her dress, then reached for its hem to pull it up. Fay danced away, laughing.
"You want to see," she said softly, and reached for the fastening of her dress. "And I want to show you, baby, believe me! Now, help me out of it. Good! And I'll get out of these ridiculous panties."
The boy was flushed, not with a blush but with simple heat as he watched Faye's smooth, warm breasts bounce out of their place in the dress, their soft flesh jiggling with every move.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped as the kid bent his head to kiss the two big jugs, to suck hard on their nipples. "Who ever taught you these things?" And she hugged his naked body close and hard against her, mashing the sensitive tit flesh between them.
But the tall boy, with a moan of pleasure, dropped to his knees, looking up at her imploringly as he put his hands on her hips, his fingers touching the waist of her white panties.
Faye had never felt so great, standing there with this lovely boy, his sixteen-year old cock as hard as oak, holding the warmth and silken weight of her breasts. "Go ahead," she whispered. "Roll my panties down. Take 'em off! Baby wants to see momma's cunt? Okay, you beautiful child! It's all yours!"
The boy, whose nostrils were filled for the first time with the gaggingly beautiful smell of hot cunt, rolled the panties down in one long move, gasping with delight as the dry bush of blonde cunt hair seemed to spring up from where the nylon had flattened it over the top of Faye's pink slit.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" the kid groaned, burying his face in her crotch. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM! SO GOOOOOODDDD!"
He doesn't dare kiss it, Faye thought, and then, with a surge of heat and triumph, she thought: He needs to know how. He needs to know it's right. He needs me to teach him!
She tugged at his curly hair and pumped her cunt against his face in a fucking motion. "Get up, darlin," he whispered. "Get up and get on the bed.
You were dreaming of me? You said you were dreaming you were fucking me? Oh, please get on the bed!"
As the boy stood up, his flesh rubbed against the front of Faye's body, and she had never believed that all her skin was an erotic zone until now. His heavy cock, trembling in its stony rigidity, came between her thighs, bumped against the soft lips of her sex, where cunt fluids were already leaking out again.
"I had you down," the boy said hoarsely. "Is it too bad for me to say 'fuck'? I had you down, like this!" He laid her on his bed and pulled her thighs apart, kneeing his way between them. His face was stiff as he tried to smile in his effort to combat the excitement which almost unnerved him.
"Let me show you, darling," Faye cooed, taking his cock in her hands. "Let me show you how you were fucking me in that wonderful dream of yours."
She was as hot and ready as she could ever remember being, and the inherent danger in her situation was part of the charm. No matter what anyone said, there was always the chance of the boy's mother coming home early, of his father dropping by for a beer. Or a quickie with the well endowed Mrs. Boone, who certainly looked as if she would gladly participate in an afternoon fuck. So-the danger was simply an added spice.
The feel of the nice lady's warm, smooth hands on his cock added to the boy's sense of unreality. No woman except his mother had ever touched his cock, and that had been so long ago he could barely remember. He had dreamed of a beautiful, hot, compliant woman taking his cock and playing with it. He knew, from conversations overheard, that some girls "put it in for you." And now it was happening to him.
To Faye, it was also the culmination of a dream, for the big boy had not been very far from her central thoughts since the day she had come here to show her wares to his mother.
The hard peter seemed awfully big for a boy of sixteen, and when she guided it into the cuntal entry and gently humped, helping to get it in a little farther, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in joy. Wet with cuntal drippings as she was, the big tool still gave the mature woman a feeling of stretch, the sensation of having her cunt stuffed with hot meat.
She raised her head to watch it go in, and stole a glance at Kevin's rapt face. He, too, was watching his prick slide into a cunt, the very first one he had ever seen, and it was a double joy for the sizzling hot woman to see the look on the boy's handsome young features.
She tried not to wriggle in cum pleasure as she felt the hard rod of meat slide into her tight, sensitive channel, knowing that the boy might be too close to the edge of cumming, and it gave her added pleasure to see the look of love strain his face was set in. This was a boy who would always love sex, if he was not interfered with or damaged by fears and authority.
Now that the big root was all the way in, Faye lay still as she could, although she could not seem to prevent her lush body from heaving gently from the heat within.
She put her arms up and whispered: "Come down here, Kevin. Don't be afraid of me. That's a dear," she purred, as the tall youngster let his body come down on Faye's. "I know you're probably ready to shoot it," she said, "and so am I. Do you want to make it last as long as we can?"
The kid's face was pressed into her neck, and she could feel his warm breath.
"Whatever you want, Miz Logan," he said in choked tones. "But I'm awful close." He let his body move, sliding the tight-fitting cock in and out of her easily, and she clutched him around the body, groaning: "MMMMMMMMMMM! OHHHHHHHH! BE EASY, BABY! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"
She held him tightly, then cried out: "I CANT WAIT! IT'S TOO GOOD! I'M CUUUMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG! AAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH! OH, MY GOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her body was lashing up at him, and instinct told the boy what to do. As she flung her loins hotly up to meet his, he drove back with all the strength of his powerful back muscles, sinking his heavy cock into her until it reached the closed end of her cunt, giving her that glorious pain deep in her guts that a hot woman cherished above all else.
He was thudding against her cervix, hammering a delirious joy into her with every hard stroke, and he was letting out little bursts of pleasure: "OHHHH! OHHHH! OH, MIZ LOGAN! SO NICE!
SO GOOD! THANK YOU, MIZ LOGAN! OHHHHHHHHHH! OH, I'M SHOOTING IT! I'M cumming! Oh, thanks! thank you, Miz Logan! Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!
She felt the hot streams of boiling jism fill her responsive twat, felt his cock pistoning it out to run down her cunt lips, into the crack of her ass, and she longed for the taste of the big load.
She had her strong legs wrapped around Kevin's, and she could control both his stroke and her humping. It was fun to keep his throbbing cock deep in her, its head against the mouth of her womb, and feel his thick, warm seed gush out.
When it was all over, the boy laid his sweating face against her shoulder, and she patted him on the back with a deep burst of maternal affection. Young boys were so nice!
Her cunt gave one last flutter of inner muscle around his stem, and she kissed him on the cheek, whispering: "It's all right, Kevin. Take it out, but slow and easy. I want you to enjoy all of it, as much as you can. Do you want to look at it?"
He laughed joyously, and rammed his still hard cock into her a few times, pleased that he had done what a man does, and to a grown up lady. He had made her cum, just as she had milked the stud juice out of his peter, and he felt a glow of pride.
"I hate to take it out," he said softly. "It feels so good. I feel like I never want to take it out."
"You'd have to take it out eventually," she teased him gently. "You'd have to go the the bathroom."
He laughed again, his face red. "I could pee inside you, you know." He held her close. "When I was a little kid," he confessed, "I thought that was what guys did-stuck it into the girl and peed inside her pussy."
Something pagan and raunchy sprang to life in Faye's mind.
"We can do that," she said in a choked voice. She took hold of his big arms and shook him. "We can do that! You can come to my house, where we'll have plenty of time, and no one to interrupt. Oh, God, it makes me burn just to think of it!"
The boy smoothed the hair back over her sweated forehead.
"It won't work," he said. "If it's hard enough to go in, a guy can't pee. But, boy, it sure would be a hot thing to do, wouldn't it?"
He eased himself off reluctantly, and Faye groaned with the exquisite feeling of having her sensitized cunt flesh turned inside out partway, as he dragged his cock out.
She kissed him hard, and rolled him on his back.
"I'm going to clean you up, my dear," she whispered, her eyes bright with anticipation. "We can't let all that lovely juice go to waste."
She held her buttocks as close together as possible, but she had to bend over him to take his warm, slick cock in her mouth. She opened wide and tried to get it all in at one gulp, not at all put out when it bumped its cushiony head against the back of her throat. How marvelous it would be when she got it up and sucked him, sucked him until his young balls shot another load of their rich protein into her delighted mouth.
She ran her tongue round and round the soft head, reveling in the thick, warm, tasty goo which smeared it. The boy lay still, although his loins quivered when she sucked hard, and she knew it was building new pride as well as new pleasure in him. When there was no more slickness to lap up, she carefully removed the big prick, still half hard, from her mouth, and impulsively pressed it between her big, softly firm titties. This would be another way, she thought, that she could give him pleasure. What a joy it would be, to help an appreciative boy to know himself, to build experience and character!
She was lost in this thought until she heard his plaintive voice above her head: "Hey, how about me? You said I could look, if I wanted to. And I sure want to!"
She hugged him and kissed him, sending a glance at the clock on his dresser. It was four-twenty-still a lot of time, if Althea left work at six, and her husband worked late. But-better to be safe then sorry. Still, a little time wouldn't hurt.
She lay on her back, smiling up at Kevin, and he thought he had never seen anyone so beautiful. He bent and kissed one nipple, and leaned back on his heels to say in a puzzled way: "They look bigger than a while ago."
She held one breast and squeezed it out to a point, lowering her head to touch it with her lips. "They are bigger," she agreed. "When a lady is aroused-gets hot, I mean-her breasts swell with a new rush of warm blood. And after a lady cums, will, they really get big and heavy. They feel wonderful, too," she said. "When you kissed me there, it made me shiver."
He kissed down her belly, then gently pried her thighs apart. He could now see her cunt in all its beauty, for it was so swelled by her passion that the inner lips held the thick, hairy outer lips open, showing the pink inner lining, all the vulva.
"Kee-rist!" he ejaculated softly. "Is that my jism coming out of your pussy? I sure must have cum a lot. Wow! Look at it oozing out!" He licked his lips nervously. "I catch my jism in my hand sometimes and eat it, he admitted. "Would it be all right with you if I licked some of it up now?"
The woman's body stiffened at the mere thought of it. This should have come at the second or third lesson, having the virgin boy suck her out. Now, glory be to the gods of lust, it was coming already, and at his request!
"Yessss," she hissed gratefully, putting her hand under her knees, spreading them wider apart. "Let me pull my legs back, get my pussy up to where you can reach it better."
She pulled her thighs back until they pressed on her boobs, until her cunt was pointing at the ceiling, and saw the look of wonder on the kid's sweet face.
"I never knew they could come up all flat and open like that," he whispered. "I thought there wasn't that much room where your thighs come up to your, uh, your pussy. Wow!"
Bending down, he hesitantly put his mouth vaguely into Faye's steaming cunt, and she took his curly head softly between her hands.
"Don't be afraid to go after it, baby," she panted. "It feels lovely to me, too. Get your tongue out and lick up and down. Right up at the top, you'll see a sort of little bud of flesh. That's my clitoris, all ladies have them. That's like the head of your peter, it's where the good feeling is hottest and best. OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS! THAT'S IT! OH, GOD, SUCK IT!"
Her body was lunging up at the boy's lips and tongue, and all the woman's feelings were concentrated in that hair-framed space where her cuntal nerves were concentrated. A thunder of violent orgasm shook her, and she felt the joy of the sweet burning of satisfied lust.
Kevin had automatically put his arms around Faye's strong thighs, and he held her thrashing body, filled with triumph at the way he had made this grown up woman shoot her wad. He had a new hard-on, not quite ready to stick in her, but almost. The sweetly rank stink of her pussy, the sweaty smell of her asshole, gave him a deep sense of sexual need.
As Faye stopped struggling, and while she was still panting and shivering from the force of her orgasm, the boy held her and looked closely at the valley of reddened flesh so near his face. There was the hole into which he had sunk his cock, only a few minutes before. His first cunt! And so lovely! The hole was convulsing slightly, and drops of his milky white jism were slowly oozing out, making him remember why he had started this-to pick up his seed.
With a grunt of satisfaction, he put his mouth over the hole and the area surrounding it, and sucked as hard as he could. He got a mouthful of his own cum, mixed with the clear, sweet cunt juice that welled from far up inside his new friend. It made him pull back so he could swallow it, and he was aware of the gusty moans of delight that came from above his head.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH, BABY! YOU'RE SUCKING ME SO GOOD! OH, KEEP GOING, BABY! DON'T STOP! OOOOOOOOHHHHHH! AAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"
The repeat of her orgasm shook Faye like a giant hand as her body heaved up at Kevin's licking lips. She was aware of every part of her body-the big breasts mashed by her thighs as Kevin held them, the sweat in her hairy armpits, the nervous tingling of her asshole, so near to where the boy sucked.
She felt as if the walls of her cunt were pulled together by the vacuum created by the boy's suction, and as if all her cum nerves were touching each other. But she was exhausted from this sudden, beautiful experience, one cum following on the heels of another, and now she needed a breather.
She broke the boy's hold on her thighs and gently pushed his head away from her pussy.
"That's enough, baby," she gasped. "You're really eating me alive, bless your sweet heart! Come up here and let me kiss you on those beautiful lips of yours."
She held him pressed against her achingly pleased breasts, his hardening dick pressed flat against her belly. They kissed hungrily, and Faye enjoyed the ripe flavor of her cunt on Kevin's lips and chin and cheeks.
"Ah, Kevin, you're a darling," she whispered. "So sweet, and you fucked me so good! Was this truly the first time for you? I just can't believe it! It must be instinctive."
The boy closed his eyes and smiled dreamily. "It's more than that," he whispered. "I've dreamed about fucking since I was twelve, thought about it when I was beating my meat. I guess that had something to do with it."
She held his cock firmly in her warm hand, and jacked the thick, soft skin up and down. "Some day," she promised, "I'll pull on this lovely peter until it shoots that thick, hot stud juice all over me, my face, my tits, everywhere. Would you like that, Kevin?"
The boy shivered. "I'd love it," he choked.
There was a small sound from the electric clock, and they both jumped.
"Look at the time," Faye said. "Five o'clock. I've got to dress and leave, baby."
He clung to her, squeezing her titties until she could have screamed with gut-deep sexual joy, saying: "Oh, no! Don't go yet!"
But Faye playfully bumped him loose.
"If I leave now, we can do this-or something better-for a long time. If I stay and your mom comes in, it's all over for us," Faye explained. "I'll be by tomorrow to deliver the stuff your mother ordered. You try to be here and we'll see what we can do."
CHAPTER TWO
Holbrook is a small town which outgrew its location. When the township started, no one thought it would be any more than a village along the north bank of Fricken Creek. Therefore, when it prospered and grew, its new residents spread to the opposite bank, and the "new part" of Holbrook became larger than the original small town. A stout, wide bridge was built to connect the two parts, and creek-front property brought a premium as residential sites. A city-owned bus line offered transportation between the two halves of the city, and connected with the big buses that went on to Saint Louis, thirty miles away.
Faye lived in a pleasant old house in the old part of town, although most of her customers lived in South Holbrook. Her dad had left her the home, free and clear, and enough money so she did not have to worry. But the job of selling His-'n-Hers products door to door gave her something to do.
More than that, it gave her many opportunities with young and growing boys who needed help with their sex lives.
And yet, as she had with young Kevin Boone, she had always been extremely cautious. In the first place, Holbrook is a small enough town so that gossip spreads. True, Faye did not need the revenue from her customers, mostly women, mostly mothers, but it came in handy. So Faye tried to keep her nose clean.
And, while she found the adolescent boys eager to learn about sex from an older woman, she knew that, if her hobby became known, her name was mud in Holbrook. The boys might think it was great, but a mother whose teenage boy is seduced is meaner than a hungry bitch wolf.
She was recovering from the long series of orgasms she had shot from her loins under the hard cock and the busy tongue of young Kevin Boone. She was a woman of tremendous vitality and a large sexual capacity. Now, sitting in a puddle of her own cuntal oozings, enjoying the warmth of it, and the scenes it so vividly recalled, she said aloud, "OOOOOOHH! What a wonderful fuck that child gave me!"
She drove along conservatively, but her hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel. "He sucked me like a little man, better than a lot of men I've known!" she whispered, moving her rump slightly to ease the pressure on her thick, soft cunt lips. "God! I wish I owned him!"
She smiled wryly at this. Young boys were sweet and lovely, with their eager, flushed faces, their frankness once they had learned not to be shy. And, above all, their hard young pricks. But there was one drawback.
Once they had overcome shyness, once they had learned that females have sexual needs and interests, they began to look around at the vast tide of young pussy that surrounded them. The firm young bodies, high breasted and round rumped, the full young lips, red with life and moist with desire. And sooner or later, the shy and eager boys that she had "broken in" became bold and predatory young cocksmen. Thus, many young girls who got well fucked and learned to love it owed their good experience to a woman old enough to be their mothers.
Faye accepted such things philosophically. There were always more of the bright-eyed, wet-lipped, hard-peckered boys to feel and see and fuck and suck her mature blonde cunt, to squeeze and pull and suck her gorgeous titties.
It was in this mood that she saw a boy, sitting on a bench under a sign that read BUS STOP.
She gulped as she pulled up at the sign and looked around. No one was in sight, so she opened her window on the passenger side and smiled at the boy.
He was more attractive, in some ways, than Kevin Boone, and Faye had to lick her lips before she could squeeze out the words: "Can I give you a lift?"
He stood up and leaned into the car. Faye's dress was up, and her strong and lovely thighs showed almost to her crotch. In addition, she was sure that the fucky smell from her pleasured pussy filled the car. Would this tall boy know what it was?
She had thought he was attractive. Now, close up, she saw that his main attraction was in his youth. He was skinny, and his face, too old-looking and grave for a teenager, was marred by acne. Nevertheless, she caught her breath at his animal appeal.
"You sure can, lady," he said, gazing at the white, soft flesh of her thighs. "I'm on my way to Saint Looie, and any part of that will do just fine. You're not going all the way, I don't suppose?" His voice was surprisingly deep for such a young kid, and Faye's heart turned over. If his cock was anything like as manly as his voice, this would be the best luck she'd had in a long time. But she was cautious.
"Get in," she invited. "I'm not going to St. Louis right now," she said, emphasizing the "now". She realized her voice was shaky with eagerness. "Maybe tomorrow. Do you live around here? Your home, I mean. Do you live in Holbrook?"
The big boy eased in and sat down, unable to take his eyes from Faye's bare thighs.
"Naw," he said. "I'm from Tulsa, right now. Before that, California. It's hard to get a job in a small town. That's why I'm on my way to Saint Looie. Ought to be easy to get a job up there."
Faye had to lick her lips again. This was too good to be true. "Maybe I can help you," she said, and was surprised that her voice came out sounding normal. She had seen a growing lump along the thigh of his slacks, and the thought of that man-size prick going deep into her throat was making her feel dizzy.
She started the car and stuck out her hand. "My name's Faye Logan," she said. "I live in this town, and I'm on my way home, right now. If you're in no hurry, we can stop at my place and eat, and then I'll take you to where you catch the big bus. The one that goes into Saint Louis. Does that sound all right?"
The tall kid ducked his head. "My name's Billy Dewitt. I'm sort of on the road, I guess you'd say. Miz Logan, I hope you won't get mad at me, but you're a nice lady and you've picked me up and say you want to help me."
Faye's eyes were on the road, but her heart was thumping.
"Get mad?" she asked. "Get mad at what?"
He reached over and tried to pull the hem of her skirt down, and the touch of his warm hand on her flesh set Faye's pulses to hammering.
"You ought not to pick up strangers," he said. "Not and wear your skirts so tight or short. Some guys on the road are pretty tough. You ought to pull your skirt down, anyhow. I'm not one of those bad guys, but I can see where one might sort of, well, lose his head over you."
Faye tried to smile, but was closer to crying. This darling, big kid. He was tough, she could see that, but he was considerate and gentle.
"I'm sorry if it bothers, you, Billy," she said softly. "I guess a grownup young man like yourself would have that sort of problem. Being on the road, you don't have time to meet girls, and-" But he cut her off.
"That's not exactly it, Miz Logan. There's plenty of girls on the road, too. But a nice lady like you, clean and all, well, that sort of gets to a guy. Anyhow," and he smiled at her, "I'm glad you're not mad at me."
There is still a rural quality about Holbrook, especially the part where Faye's old family home was. There are many trees and wide areas where no homes or buildings exist at all. On the road to her place, Faye pulled in among some trees that grew on the green verge of the road. There was another grove of trees just inside a white fence. They were out of sight of the road, out of sight of anyone. She stopped the car and turned to Billy.
"Mad at you for that?" Her voice was slightly blurred. "You were kind enough to worry about me getting raped?" She moved toward him. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard"! Billy, do you want to rape me?"
She had her hand on his thigh, and through the fabric of his slacks she felt a hard cock. It must really be bothering him.
"From the feel of this delicious prick," she said softly, "you need to rape someone. Here, kiss me!" And she put her arms around him, instinctively inching her skirt up, and thrilled when the big kid reached one warm hand for her crotch.
He kissed her warmly, his strong tongue going inquiringly into her mouth, wrapping around hers, while his fingers played in the top of her slit.
"Whew!" Fay exclaimed, "you kiss really good, Billy!" Her hand was fumbling with his zipper, and he helped her, running it down so she could get her hands inside his fly.
When his cock found its way out, with some help from her hand, she gasped. It was a beauty, long, thick, and very hard.
"Listen, Miz Logan," the boy said shakily, "are you sure we're safe here? This is your hometown-maybe it's all right for you, but I'm just one of those tough road kids. A copper would beat my ass off and fire me into jail if he caught me bothering you!"
Faye kissed him, holding onto his hard prick, jacking the thick, soft skin down over the purple head.
"OH, GOD!" she moaned, "I WANT THIS SO BAAAAAAAAD! OHHHHHH! OH, BILLY BABY!"
She was wracked momentarily by a small, sharp orgasm that left her weak but saner.
"All right, Billy," she said quietly. "You're right, of course. But I think you need some help as much as I do. It's only a couple of minutes to my house." She moved away, checked her appearance in the rear view mirror, and started the car.
"I'm just shivering and crazy, I want it so bad," she said in a choked whisper. "I hope you're not mad at me for coming on so strong. Poor baby," and she patted his prick, which he had not tried to put away. "You had more good sense than I had."
She swerved into a driveway and circled the big old house that showed loving care.
"This is my place," she said. "And you're going to love it. Come on, my dear. Don't worry about your lovely prick," she laughed as he struggled to get it back in his pants. "No one's here but you and me."
She ran into the house, pleased that it was hidden by hedges of very old crepe myrtle trees, and held the door open for the tall, skinny kid.
Without waiting, she took off her dress, her big breasts coming into full view just as Billy, somewhat embarrassed, came in.
He came to her at once, grinning, and once again he asked: "Are you sure this is okay? You're not married or anything? No folks to wonder about you?" He was holding her, now, and the warm, smooth flesh of her belly was against the hard dick.
She was leaking from her fat-lipped cunt now, and the warm goo from her pussy was wandering slowly down the inside of her thighs. She held the tall boy close, then stepped back and said hoarsely: "Get your clothes off, Billy! Oh, baby, I need you! Do you like to be sucked off?"
She led him to a bedroom on the first floor as he undressed, and the effect of that was to scatter his clothes from the kitchen to the bedroom. But Faye was panting with heat and need, and she pulled him down beside her as they got to the bed.
"Sure, Miz Logan, I like to get sucked off," the kid said, "but all the girls you run into on the road, that's the way they like to do it. Claim it's a sure way to avoid getting clapped up. So, if you don't mind, I'd rather stick it into your, uh, your regular place. I'm clean," he added. "And I sure want some real pussy."
Faye hugged the tall, slender kid to her. He had the powerful back and shoulder muscles of someone who has worked with his hands, and she stroked down his smooth skin. His craggy features, even his acne, seemed altogether manly and beautiful to her now, and she moaned as he rolled her over on her back, her legs flying apart, exposing the blonde furred cunt between them in all its pinkly dripping glory.
He held the thick, hairy cunt lips apart with his thumbs as he looked into the slick entry to her body, and the woman squirmed in fuck joy as she felt his warm breath on her tenderest flesh.
"PUT IT IN!" she screamed in a choked voice. "HURRY! OH, BABY, I WANT IT SO! FUCK IT INTO ME! QUICK, I'M ABOUT TO CUUUUMMMM!"
The tall boy, a desperate grin on his craggy face, leaned forward until his cockhead just touched the trembling baby lips of her cuntal entry, and then let his entire weight drive the hard tool deep into the tightness and warmth of Faye's cunt.
He felt the close, hot flesh skin his cock, felt it slide into a moving whirlpool of slick membrane and tightly held muscle. The tender head of his cock, which had been nagging for pussy ever since he had first leaned into Faye's car, banged against something slick and hard, then crowded into the closed end of the fuck chute.
He was proud of his prick, and he liked to show it off to women who appreciated it, so he drew his hips back like a slingshot and poured his peter into her again, as hard as he could. Once again, he stretched her cuntal sleeve to its extremities, and brought up with a jar as his long cock could drive no deeper.
He pulled back again, less brutally, and came into her with hard, solid assurance, bumping against that deliciously hard object, his big tool warmed by the quick flow of cum juice his slogging thrusts had brought forth.
He was concentrating on his fucking, now, trying to hold back his load, and he felt his mound touch Faye's at each deep thrust, felt the slow grind of flesh on flesh, felt his big organ pump out her cunt goo.
For Faye, it was a culmination of a desire that had been burning in her pussy the instant she saw the tall boy sitting on the bus stop bench.
She had been thoroughly satisfied by the glorious fuck with young Kevin Boone, but she had gone at that slowly, building for the future. His sucking, too, had contributed to her drained feeling, but she had quickly recovered.
Now, with all the yearning and the capabilities of a hot and mature woman, and with this strange, tough, likeable kid driving his man-sized cock so deep into her that he was striking her womb, she could let go.
She was fucking the moment his big prick sank into her, pumping her beautiful loins in rapid-fire fashion, giving Billy two ups for one down. Now she felt herself sliding into that dark, warm gulf of joy called orgasm, felt her cuntla muscles, the nerves in her vagina and clitoris, merge into one wild, sweet burst of pleasure."
"A AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed. "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE! OH, BILLY BOY, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK IT INTO ME! OH, GOD, WHAT FUCKING! WHAT A COCK! AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
She had become wet and slippery with sweat on this hot afternoon, and the stink from her crotch and the boy's sweated body made the animal pleasure all the deeper.
She felt Billy clutch at one of her big boobs, mashing it with a glorious pang of sexuality, adding to the raging fire in her cunt. And the big kid, breathing noisily, pounded on into her, his cock still encased by that tight, hot fuck tube.
He had not popped his nuts for three nights, since he had been staying at the YMCA while he looked for a job. On the road, in camps and communes and box cars, there were always girls, but he was working on a three-day virginity, so his need was great. And he was turned on, too, by this woman, this "real lady," as he thought of her, with her hot, lush body and her open admissions of lust and desire.
There was a familiar itching, tickling feel of a cum in his nuts and in the head of his cock, and he added to his pleasure and Faye's by reaching under her superb ass and squeezing deep into her crease, his hands sliding in the slickness of cuntal ooze which he was pumping out of her graciously flowing vagina.
Faye clutched him wildly around the neck, screaming in his ear: "OH, BILLY BOY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! OH, BILLY, don't STOP! FUCKFUCKFUCK! KEEP FUCKING ME, BILLY! AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH! VM CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!"
The warm rub of her sensitized body, the pneumatic firmness of her big breasts, and, above all, the massage her streaming cunt was giving his cock were too much for the tall lad.
Gratefully, sucking on Faye's tongue now, squeezing her tit with one hand, her ass with the other, Billy began to shoot his heavy load of warm, slick jism into Faye's pussy.
As she felt the warm deluge of Billy's seed shoot into her guts, as she felt the size of it, and the power, Faye's voice rose again in a choked scream as the boy kissed her: "BILLY, YOU DARLING! YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD! KEEP ON CUMMING, LOVER! OH, MY GOD, BILLY! IT'S TOOOOO GOOOOODDD!"
She reached down and locked her hands in the boy's muscular ass, holding his spurting cock deep within her. It was still shooting what was left of his wad with cunt-stretching throbs, and the long tool was pressed against the mouth of her womb. But they both knew that this third act was coming to its curtain.
Billy took half a dozen thrusts at Faye's relaxing cunt, but the initial tightness had slacked away, and the two balls, dumping their overload of slick, oily semen, had lubricated the hot hole until it felt like a bucket of soft lard. And still, he was so grateful to the lovely woman that he hugged her to him, reluctant either to take his warm cock out of her, or to move away.
It was Faye who gently broke the contact. She kissed the tall kid on his acne scarred cheek, patted him on his hard-muscled back in maternal fashion, and whispered: "That was wonderful, Billy. So sweet, so powerful! Did you like it, too?"
And Billy, sitting up and locking his arms around his knees, smiled like a little boy and said: "It was the greatest, Miz Logan. I'll never forget you."
Faye rolled over to him and put her hand between his thighs.
She found his prick, wilting but still large and fat, and sticky with the semen from his balls and the vaginal juice from her own body.
Without asking, she pulled his arms away from his knees and tumbled him on the bed, grinning at him as she held his cock like a flower, licking around the head.
"Have to clean you up a bit, you know," she laughed. "I don't want to get the name of being a careless hostess. And then do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to fix us a good meal, to sort of keep up our strength, and we'll try it a little different way. Do you want to catch that bus to Saint Louis tonight?"
Billy held her and kissed her, not alarmed by the fact that he was eating some of his own cum. He felt great inside, bigger and stronger and wiser than when he had sat on that bench, hoping someone would come by and give him a lift.
"I ought to go right now," he said. "A friend of mine wrote me in Tulsa that he'd have a job for me. But I'm so tired and, uh, well, if you don't mind me staying all night, I'll do some work around your house to pay for it."
Faye's heart almost turned over. "You bet your life you can stay, tonight and tomorrow night and the next night, if you want to, darling," she exclaimed. "And don't talk to me about working to pay for your room and keep. Silly!" She kissed him on his rather full lips, and bent again to kiss his peter, which was slowly wilting, now that she had sucked all the cum off it. "Listen-I have two questions, and I want you to answer me truly. When did you have a real meal, and how much money do you have?"
The big kid wriggled in embarrassment. "I got a handout at some house about noon," he admitted. "Bread and cheese and a pickle. And I've got just enough money for bus fare to Saint Looie, and a few dimes left over for phone calls."
In a few minutes Faye had sausages browning in a pan, and a big pan of frozen French fries browning in the oven.
Billy, who had slipped into his shorts, was sitting at the kitchen table, watching her with wide eyed wonder.
"I never knew anyone like you, Miz Logan," he said. "You give me a ride, you bring me home and you, well, you gave me something nicer than I ever had before." He choked and blushed, and Faye, who had put on nothing but her panties, blushed, too.
"And now," the kid said, and his voice was choked a little, "you're making me a meal."
His eyes blurred with tears, and Faye went over to where he sat and held his head against her warm, firm breasts. She moved his head and her body until the cone of one of her swollen titties was at his mouth. She used one hand to nuzzle the nipple against the boy's lips, until he began to grin and sucked in as much of the warm, heavy titty as he could get in his mouth.
"That's my baby," Faye crooned, folding her arms around his head. "Suck hard. OOOOOHHHH! JESUS! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
Involuntarily, she pumped her loins in a fucking motion, and Billy, his mood of wistfulness dispelled, put his big hand in her crotch, working a finger in around the narrow nylon strap of her undies, into the hot hole which was crawling with fuck itch.
The slickness, the living warmth of Faye's cunt made the big kid suck harder on her breasts, and his finger heated Faye to her utmost limits.
She broke away from him, dancing back to the stove, and said: "See, I almost burned the sausage."
"They smell mighty good," Billy said, "but nowhere near as good as this," and he drew his fingers under his nose, sniffing at the rankly enticing odor of cunt he had dragged out of Faye.
She turned down the heat to medium and came over to bend down and kiss the hard-faced youth on his cheek. How could I have thought he was ugly and tough looking, she thought.
Aloud, she said: "Billy, you're a beautiful person!
It made him feel, somehow, more like an equal, and he took a big handful of her beautifully molded ass and squeezed it. And, in Faye, it started a new fire going in her twat, with the memory of how that big, hard dick had felt when it had stretched her cunt out of shape, how it had pounded into her.
She scrambled eggs and warmed some sweet rolls to go with the sausage and fries, and they made a feast of this simple fare.
"It's good to sit and watch a man eat," Faye said smilingly. "Ooooohhh, I hope you don't mind me feeling that enormous peter of yours! Wow! He feels like he's getting ready for some more exploring into my pussy. I hope so, anyhow!"
The big boy raised his eyes from his plate. "You're the most, Miz Logan," he said, chewing his sausage and eggs. "Man, this is like heaven! Nobody ever has been so nice to me!"
Faye put her hand on his naked arm and looked at him, her face serious.
"It just struck me that there's something wrong about this," and she grinned suddenly. "I dragged you home, tried to rape you on the way, hauled you into my house and fucked you out of your mind, and I'm still letting you call me 'Miz Logan'. It seems to me, when a guy sticks his dick into a lady's pussy, and pleasures her the way you pleasured me, he certainly ought to be on a first name basis, where the lady's concerned. Why don't you call me Faye? That's my name, and that's what you should do-call me Faye."
The craggy features broke into a grin. "Wow! That's all I need to make it complete. You just don't know what this is doing for me and my morale."
"You finish off that last sausage, and come to bed with me, and I'll do something else for your morale," the happy woman said, and slipped her hand through the fly of his shorts to give his fattening cock a warm caress.
After the last bite was gone, and Faye had scraped the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, she dropped to her knees beside the sitting boy and got his prick into her mouth.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed. "It just tastes so good and feels so good! Do you like to be sucked off? Oh, that's right-you told me that the road girls do that, mostly. I don't blame them!"
She held his cock by the base and waved it around, then took a big, slurping kiss at the red head of it. "I just love the taste of jism," she confessed. "And I love to feel it sliding down my throat. I hope that doesn't shock you."
"Nothing you could ever do or say could put me off where you're concerned, Miz, uh, I mean Faye." He blushed again, and pulled her head toward his waving cock. "You just seem to me to be the greatest lady in the world. And you know something? Your pussy's a whole lot tighter than most of the young chickies I meet on the road. Wow-ee! What are we waiting on?"
He smothered a big yawn, and Faye thought of how tired he must be. He had obviously been hitch hiking, probably sleeping in bus depots and church pews, not getting enough rest. Her maternal heart swelled and she kissed his prick softly.
"Come on to bed, baby," she whispered. "Maybe we won't even try to make it tonight-I know you're tired!"
The big kid laughed triumphantly. "Not that tired, Faye," he said. "Not ever that tired!"
CHAPTER THREE
It was still early, too early to go to bed, and there was nothing worth looking at on the tube. Kevin Boone was restless, and at last his mother said: "Since you don't have any homework, why don't you call one of your friends?"
He had the luxury of his own telephone, a gift from his folks for his sixteenth birthday. Once in the privacy of his room, he dialed a number and waited.
When the answer came, he said: "Hi, Tracy, you wanta talk about pussy?"
The other boy laughed. "Sure," he answered. "Always. But tonight I'm taking the Fifth."
"People standing by, right? So you can't talk. But I can. What if I told you I got some today? Some of the very best?"
The answer came at once, after a short laugh. "I'd say you were lying, but that it makes a good story."
"No, listen, Trace," Kevin said in a low voice. "This is on the level. A grown woman! What a looker! Tits like Sophia Loren! And a real tight pussy! I wouldn't lie to you!"
"Hey, man," the boy called Tracy said, "maybe she's got enough for me. My folks just went into the other room," he said by way of explanation of his boldness. "Geez, I wish I'd been there! Is it anyone I know?"
"I don't think so, Trace, old pal. But you can. And I'll tell you how!"
They chatted, low-voiced, for a few more minutes, and then Kevin said: "Okay, Tracy. You've got it. Let me do my stuff over here. But it'll take a couple of days, okay?"
In the family room, where Althea and her husband had gone, the good-looking woman, almost bursting with her secret, said: "I had to get away from Kevin to tell you this-our 'baby boy' is growing up. When I got home tonight," and she lowered her voice and talked rapidly for a couple of minutes.
"No fooling!" her husband replied. "Damn! It's about time! And if I know you, you couldn't be mistaken."
"No way," Althea laughed. "I smelled it on him when I first got home. Boy, it must have been a ripe pussy! And he must have really cut loose, once he got started. Had it all over him. Whew!" And she held her nose in mock disgust, "When I kissed him on the cheek, I'll swear I could almost taste it!"
Boone hugged her, getting his hand all the way around so he could pull at one of her heavy, soft breasts. "Bully for old Kevin," he said. "You know my motto-'Show me the man who says he won't eat pussy, and I'll steal his girl!" Kids nowadays are marvelous! Wonder who it was?"
Althea gently felt for her man's cock, found it beginning to get up, and stroked it lovingly through the fabric of his slacks.
"I don't think I want to know," the mother said. "The only reason he'd have for telling us about it would be that he had the girl in trouble. I don't think I want that. Oh, dear, Ewell, do you think you should give Kev a little fatherly advice?"
"Shit! You don't think he'd listen to me? I could talk to him about rubbers and he'd think I was some kind of sissy. If he's like I was, he'd say it was like washing your feet with your socks on." Ewell Boone laughed and shook his head. "If the girl doesn't have enough sense to get on the Pill-well, it's her worry."
He dropped his hand to squeeze Althea's solid, good-looking ass, pulling one cheek away from the other so that she felt her pussy stretching wide open.
She leaned against him, still stroking his hardening tool, and said: "Oh-oh. I'll bet I know two people who are going to bed early tonight!"
But she was still thinking of her strong, handsome son and his unknown girl friend, still thinking of the joy the powerful young stud had known, and her motherly heart contracted with a sense of loss. Good thing I don't know who it is, she thought, or I might scratch her eyes out.
And then, shocked at the idea, admitted for the first time, that she had a strong sexual involvement with her son, she went upstairs joyfully and fucked her husband, giving him the wild love she would have given her boy if it had been possible. And, as she humped her lovely loins up to meet her husband's thrusting cock, she thought of the lucky girl whose cunt was, even now, wet and juicy with her darling boy's precious seed. Was she happy? Had it been a great event for her? Would she be thinking of Kevin?
As a matter-of-fact, Faye was not thinking of Kevin at all. Later on, she would, but now she was completely occupied and completely entranced by the change in the tall, craggy featured kid she had picked off a bus stop bench and brought home.
"I mustn't wear you out," she was whispering, lying back on two huge pillows, her knees pulled back and opened wide so that Billy could get at her cunt.
She was lying luxuriously on her back while Billy's hands and eyes explored her body, especially her open pussy and her generously contoured, softly sculpted rump.
"There's a lot of my jizz still in you, isn't there, Faye?" he asked eagerly. "I can feel it, so slick and warm. Damn, I wish I knew how it felt to be a woman, to have a hard prick in me, to know how it feels to have some dude blast a load of cum juice into my insides! Whew! Take it easy with my prick, Faye. I got too hot, loving you and kissing your titties and playing with your twat. And you're tight again, so tight that I'll probably shoot my wad as soon as I shove it in."
"I was loose enough a while ago, when we first screwed," the woman laughed, holding the tough kid's big tool with a firm, warm grip. "I felt this big thing just sort of lying in me, and I was so relaxed I knew I wasn't giving you much friction. But you didn't need it then, baby. Did you? OOOOHHH! It's so big and sweet! In some ways, I'd like to just start you cumming, and aim it at my face and my tits, feel that hard whiplash of jism across my big old tender boobs, drink a little. Would you like that, you darling? You could be playing with my pussy, have your fingers 'way up inside me, making me cum while you were shooting all that lovely fuck juice all over me! OOOOHHH!"
She suddenly humped her lovely ass up and down, hard and fast on Billy's long fingers, and her eyes closed as she flushed with the power of a sudden orgasm.
"I can't stand much more of that," Billy laughed. "What you say paints real raunchy pictures in my mind, Miz Logan. I mean Faye. And then, to see you cumming, to feel you cumming down here," and he patted her blonde furred pussy, "that's just about all I need."
"And you want to be a big man and make it last and last, don't you, lover?" Faye crooned, reaching down to caress his sweating forehead, to stroke his dark hair. "There's a way to do that, you know. A way to shove you back from the edge. But if I do that, what do you want to do?"
The tall kid, looking older than his seventeen years, took one of her voluptuous breasts in one big hand and squeezed. "I'd fuck you until you hollered Uncle," he promised her. "But I'm so hot that all I'll need to do is touch you with my cock."
Faye moved her hand, which had been frigging the soft, thick foreskin up and down on Billy's trembling peter. She put her thumb on the under surface of the cock's head, then gripped head and all with her four fingers, the base of her thumb applying pressure on the big tube which stood out from the hard prick.
The boy groaned and closed his eyes, and a ripple of heat touched his body. But this soon passed, and he opened his eyes and grinned.
"OOOHHH, that did it," he said. "At first, I thought I was going to shoot it. But that feeling's all gone."
Faye still held the hard prick in her hand, gripping it softly, not making any effort to frig it any more.
"So, now what?" she asked softly. "How do you want me, baby? On my back, like the other time? Maybe you could suck your jism out of me, afterwards. Or dog-fashion? That's fun, and it gives you a view of all my goodies. And you can sort of lie on my back and squeeze my boobs. INNNHHHHH! I'm driving myself nuts, just thinking of all these things."
"If I'm over that quick-shot business," Billy answered, "I think I'd like to fuck for a while, and then finish up that other way-shooting it all over you." He blushed and hung his hand. "That is, if it's all right with you."
Faye seized him by his arms and shook him. "Haven't I told you," she demanded, "that I want to do it any way that's right for you? You just put it in me lover, and fuck until you feel ready to shoot. Then we'll change, okay?"
She moved down slightly and once again spread her knees, but this time she brought them back against her breasts. It opened her twat to its widest, and the boy groaned with lust.
"Ooooohhh! he croaked. "Geez, that looks so good!"
He bent and sucked at Faye's hole, turning her almost inside out, causing her ass to spiral up off the bed as she involuntarily tried to snare his tongue in her cunt. The boy suddenly gripped her around her strong thighs, holding her pussy to his mouth, sucking furiously, and then let her down.
"I've got an idea," he said huskily. "If I lie on my back, and you get on top, I think I can hold back a little longer. So you can get all you want. And then, when I start to cum, you just pull up and I'll shoot it all over your belly and your tits. And it can drop back on me and you can lick it up. OOOOOHHH," he groaned again. "Now I'm about to cum just from talking about it. Say, Faye, I never had anything so good!"
Faye got up quickly and said: "Get on your back, Billy boy! Oh, my God, this is exciting!"
She quickly flung one knee over the boy's hips and posed herself with her cunt just above the waving head of his cock. A thread of spit leaked from her flooded mouth, and she backed up until she could bend her back and take one good suck at his beautiful young cock.
He shuddered, but stroked her hair as she moved her head from side to side, coming back up off the long cock.
"Goodness," she gasped, flushing, "that went clear down my throat." She moved up again and reached behind one of her ass cheeks in a typically feminine gesture to get hold of his cock and aim it and guide it right into her fuck hole.
She wiped the head back and forth to pick up the pussy juice which was flowing out of her so freely, and sat back slowly, loving the stretchy feel as the weight of her body took her gently down on the big organ.
"Am I tight again, baby?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. "OOOOHHH! It must be tight for you, because you feel so big to me!"
She jounced up and down, gritting her teeth at each lovely bump as the hard, intruding cock struck against the hard mouth of her womb, and watching the play of expressions on Billy's face.
Something about the intimacy of the position, the boyish eagerness in Billy's eyes, gave Faye a rush of tenderness. She got to her elbows, with her lovely ass high and wide, and put her mouth over his, sucking at his tongue, enjoying the feel as her big, warm breasts were smashed against his hard chest.
Immediately, she felt a rise of orgasm begin to flow far up in the depths of her cunt, and she pressed her mound firmly against the boy's, grinding and twisting, with the head of the cock seeming to stir directly in the orgasm-wracked heart of her cunt.
He sensed what was needed. With his big hands, he held the cheeks of her ass, kneading them, spreading them apart in a manner that was both joyful and painful, and fucked up into her interior in long, sure strokes.
Since her mouth was closed by his tongue, Faye could only emit animal noises: "UUUUNNNHHHH! UUUUNNNHHH!"
But her body told its story as the fires of cumming flashed through her loins, and her vaginal pores emitted their slick juice.
When she had stopped hammering and grinding her cunt on the piercing prick, Faye lay, boneless and relaxed, on Billy's chest, laughing and crying, her face and body wet with sweat.
"OH, GOD!" she screamed in a weak and joyful voice. "THAT WAS SO MARVELOUS!" She wriggled her body, and Billy felt her cuntal muscles slip and slide around and up and down on his cock. His balls were getting slippery from the cum juices he pumped out of that wonderfully gripping hole, so warm and active.
In a few moments Faye pushed herself up and sat upright, with the big cock impaling her. She rocked gently, back and forth, closing her eyes in ecstasy at the incredible feel of the stretching tool inside her.
"Oh, dear," she whispered, her hands on her hips as she rode the tall boy's loins, "you had such a great idea. Do you know what you're doing to me? You're way past my womb, and you're pushing hard against the back end of my vagina. If these things weren't so stretchy, you'd be poking holes in my liver. OOOOOOOHHHH! OH! OH! OH! FUCK ME A LITTLE! JUST MOVE IT IN ME! OHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH! HOLD MY TITS, BILLY! SQUEEZE 'EM HARD! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I'M CCCUUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGGG!"
She collapsed again on the boy's chest, and he felt his prick almost go out as she came forward, but he still had her hooked on the end of it, and he moved back and forth, slowly, only an inch at a time, an inch in, an inch out. There was great joy and triumph in his tough young heart, that he could make this mature, experienced woman cry and moan with joy because he fucked her.
He reached his hands under them and lifted her breasts. Now that she was so far forward on his body, he could reach them by craning his neck, and he took a very hard suck at one of them.
Immediately, he felt a response in her relaxed twat, a tightening and trembling of the muscles which gripped the head of his dick, just at the entry to her body. He kept the nipple in his mouth, but put one hand down behind Faye, between her ass cheeks, where he could feel the love-slopped wetness from her cunt, and feel his prick's hardness and size. He fucked up and down with his fingers, loving the feel of the wet hairs around the mouth of her pussy. It must have felt good to Faye, too, for she lunged backward, trying to capture all of his hard prick inside her demanding twat.
He frigged at her wet cunt lips again and again, pulling them tight around the stem of his cock, and felt a throb of heat come back into his cock, which had been so controllable. But he thought he knew what to do.
Faye's cunt was tightest around its opening, and the head of his prick, the tenderest, cummiest part of him, was lodged right in that throat so he simply put his big hands over Faye's hips, and held her, pushing her down until his cock was deep in her again, and let it soak in the heat and slickness.
She, too, was happy over this momentary respite. She was burning inside, her body glowing with love and heat and satisfaction. There was an electric tingle in every fuck nerve in her gorgeous body-in her cunt, around her clitoris and in the dark of her womb, in the sensitive flesh of her big titties. Just have the big cock in her was a joy, whether it moved or not. She could feel the thickness of the base of the big prick plugging up the portal to her cunt, the hairs scraping against the intense feeling in her throbbing clitoris. There was a throat clogging delight in the rich, thick smells of cunt and cock and sweated body and vibrant asshole. With a sigh, she lay flat on the tall kid, burying her flushed face in his unshaven neck. The rankness of his sweat was like a heady perfume to her, and the quiet, small throbbing of his heartbeat in the big neck vein against her cheek matched the silent, small throb in his pecker, buried in her body.
And so the cycle started again. The quiet moment of after-fuck gave her body, her glands, her nerves, all the time they needed to revitalize themselves. There was a gorgeous wealth of cunt ooze stirring around the boy's buried prick, a faint new stirring of muscle which revived her cock hunger.
When this came, the little, delicate muscles inside her began their sliding little caresses on the heavy bar of hard meat inside her cunt. In spite of his mental commands to his prick to cool it, it contracted into a heavy throb, and this throb, imitating exactly the harder throb when the jism bursts out of the cockhead, caused the boy to ram his peter deep into the woman's twat again.
"OH, CHRIST, BILLY!" the woman screamed hoarsely. "FUCK ME, BABY! POUR THAT PETER TO ME! STICK IT IN DEEPER! MAKE ME CUM! OH, BABY, FUCK ME HARDER AND HARDER AND HARDER! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!"
And they were at it like a pair of rutting minks, all feeling concentrated in their locked genitals, all life caught in the driving motion of two people wildly fucking.
The very feel of this beautiful woman's body against his was more than the tough road kid could endure. His cock was now rasped by the slick clinging cunt flesh until he not only could no longer hold back, he no longer wanted to. He felt the power of the gloriously flowing cunt wrapped around his peter, the tender strength of its muscles as they sucked and kissed at his sensitized cock.
He brought one hand up to squeeze the breast that squeezed out between them. His other hand again squeezed her sweetly divided ass, slipping in the thick, clear goo that ran out of the straining, sloshy cunt. It was all a complete picture of just one thing-the fuck lust of two human beings lost in an instant of shock and bliss.
When the jism started up Billy's tubes, making his cock bigger and harder for this momentary throb, Faye started screaming again: "OH, THANK GOD! YOU'RE CUMMING, TOO, BABY! SHOOT THAT JISM INTO ME, HONEY BOY! OHHHH! OHHH! IT'S SO GOOOODDD! SQUIRT THAT JUICE INTO ME! GIVE ME EVERY DROP! A A A R R RGGGHHHH! AAARRRRGGGHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
In the wildness of her frenzy, she jerked her body off of Billy's, but immediately pounced on the spurting cock, getting it in her mouth in time for the second hard shot from his nuts. Her open cunt, still spasming, was on the kid's naked shin as she started to gulp the thick white seed from his prick, and she frictionized her pussy on the boy's ankle and instep, keeping her series orgasm going in a wild, continual fluttering of nerve and muscle inside her.
She still wanted to scream out her pleasure, but the delightful thickness of the richly protein cum made up for it. She was alive with the involuntary rhythmics of fucking and sucking, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked the big peter, feeling and tasting the thick semen shoot over her taste buds, feeling it swell and fill her mouth and cheeks. And, at the same time, her loins were hammering and sliding up and down the ankle and foot of this delightful boy, continuing to give her the cramping pleasure of one orgasmic throb after another. And it seemed that Billy just wouldn't stop cumming.
Throb after throb sent one hard shot after another into Faye's throat, until at last, in play and just for fun, she held onto the thick base and took the hard shooting fuckstick out into the open, where she could aim a couple of lashing spurts against her trembling breasts.
And then, slimy with Billy's fuck goo from head to crotch, she fell on him, her tired and sated body gratefully conforming to the way he lay, her big breasts pushed out by the weight of her body.
When she could get her breath, Faye gently eased down to where his cock lolled between his thighs, and, handling it gently, began to lick all the thick film of their combined fuck juices from head and stem. She was not surprised, it was just an added bonus of good feeling when Billy heaved himself around, opened her strong thighs, and plunged his hard young face between the swollen lips of her pussy, lapping and sucking at the rich treat the two of them had created between Faye's legs, in her red cunt.
Arid a few miles away, two boys were winding up their talk "about pussy," but this time it had more purpose than any of the prolonged but aimless talks they had had during their friendship.
"Let me see what happens tomorrow, and after," Kevin told his short, stocky friend. "I don't think it was accidental, now I come to think about it, Tracy. I think mom told her she worked on Thursdays. Unless she's got a lousy memory, she must have figured I was in the house by myself this afternoon." He giggled nervously. "Wouldn't that be something-a woman like her going after a dumb kid like me? But if it's true, I think I know how we can get her to go after you. Listen, I didn't tell you about that kit she carries, did I? I just got one short look at it, while she was taking a piss afterwards. You know what I mean? After we fucked."
"And that wasn't any sample case! Bro-ther! She had two or three of the damnedest magazines you ever saw-real dirty ones! Every kind of fucking and sucking you ever saw, assholes and all, and every picture a color photograph!"
"Jesus, I'd like to see that," Tracy said fervently.
And tall, curly haired Kevin hit his pal between the shoulders and said: "Wait till you see her naked and fucky! You won't ever give a damn about a picture again!"
CHAPTER FOUR
It was after four in the morning when Faye Logan woke up from a sweet, erotic dream. She had been sucking Kevin Boone's boyishly hard prick while Billy Dewitt was shoving his big tool into her pussy. It was a marvelous dream, too soon over.
There was a stillness in the room which bothered her as she went through the stages of awakening. Her body felt alive, warm, filled with desire, and her first thought was to wake up the big boy by nibbling at his cock, then get astride him and fuck until they were both ready for more sleep. But he was not in the bed, and there was no sign of him, no light from the kitchen, no sounds of movement.
She called out: "Billy! Where are you, darling?" When there was no response, she sat up with a heavy heart.
At this time in early September, the nights in this part of America are more liable to be warm than cool, yet Faye shivered. Involuntarily, she touched the bed where the tall kid's body had lain, and it was cool, no sign of body heat. He was gone.
She slipped into a light robe and went into the kitchen, and got the final confirmation. It was a hastily scrawled note, propped against the sugar bowl on the table where they had eaten their pleasant supper not long before.
It read: "Dear Faye-I'm sorry to run out, but I have to be in Saint Louis by tomorrow. When you picked me up, I thought you were going to take me. Please forgive me. I took a twenty out of your purse, I'll pay it back some day. And I'll never forget your goodness and kindness." It was signed, simply: Billy.
It was a cruel blow. She had really liked the big kid, had, in some area of her mind, daydreamed of keeping him with her. Now he had simply run out, taking her money, and she suddenly felt like an old fool, being used by a smart, tough kid.
She made herself a glass of hot milk and laced it with a generous shot of brandy and went back to bed. On the way to the bedroom, she passed a table in the hall, and saw the package she had taken in to the Boones' home the previous afternoon.
It reminded her of Kevin, and a new rush of warmth and self-confidence came back to her. She went back to sleep with the picture of the curly haired Kevin in her mind.
She timed her return trip to the Boone's so that she would arrive a little after three. She thought that Mrs. Boone was unusually bright and happy, and, as they exchanged merchandise for a check, they chatted amiably. And Faye was pleased by her timing, for Kevin came in just at that point.
"You remember my son, Kevin, don't you?" Mrs. Boone asked. "You met him the last time you were here."
Faye could have laughed aloud in triumph. No, my dear, she said in the silence of her mind, met him the time before last. The last time I fucked him.
But there was a certain warmth in the mother's voice, and Faye, alert to all such nuances, wondered briefly what it could be. Still, she smiled and held out a hand to the boy and said: "Oh, certainly. I surely do remember Kevin. Such a big, handsome boy!"
Mrs. Boone fought down the sudden desire to say: "Yes, and getting very grown-up, too," because that would surely have puzzled the boy. But she admired him for his aplomb when he took Mrs. Logan's hand and thanked her for the compliment.
Faye said, more to the mother than to the boy: "I wonder if Kevin ever does any yard work? I live in one of those big old houses on the North Bank, and the man who did my gardening is on a trip East." She smiled at Kevin, making his heart leap as she looked directly at his crotch. "I have one of those big lawnmowers that you ride, and I pay two dollars an hour."
The broad shouldered boy smiled happily. "Oh, wow! A riding lawnmower! You bet I'd like that. And you won't have to mess with meeting me at the bus line, either-I've got a good little motor scooter that gets me around. Why don't I get over to your place this afternoon? I could get started with the lawn, sort of feel the lawnmower out. And maybe finish up tomorrow."
By this time Faye was ready to leave, it was all settled, and Kevin rolled his little old Vespa out of the shed and was ready to follow Faye. His mother, pleased at the ambitious way her boy had responded to the opportunity to make some money, and the assured way he had talked to Miz Logan, smiled a good-bye.
She pulled off the road in the very place she had stopped yesterday with Bill Dewitt, the driver's seat window open, and leaned out to smile at Kevin as he pulled up on his Vespa.
She held out her arms to him and he came over without a word, his young face eager, and leaned into the car to kiss her.
She sucked on his big tongue, almost dying with pleasure, now that she was certain of his lovely cock. The sedate trip out here from the boy's home had been torture. Her fires were glowing in her cunt, her body weight pressed the fat lips together, so that she had been on the verge of a cum all the way out. Now, so near the end of the dream, she clung to the boy and kissed him frantically.
"Kevin, baby," she said at last, "you were so cool! Come on, let's go home and get it on!"
He pulled right into her room garage with her, and they embraced as she got out of the car, her skirt sticking to her legs from heat, showing her thighs. She could not wait to feel his cock, and when she grasped it through the soft fabric of his jeans, she almost creamed in her panties.
They were in her room in a matter of seconds, and in her hunger, Faye knelt to tug at Kevin's belt, panting to release that gorgeous young cock and feel it, taste it, in her mouth.
When the big, pink and white tool sprang out of the boy's shorts, Faye made a moaning sound and sucked it all in, as deep as she could get it. She had kicked off her shoes as they entered, and now, kneeling on her heels, she felt the hard pressure on her pulsing cunt.
The rippling shock of a near-cum made her realize that she was cheating both of them by waiting, and she stood up, her face flushed and smiling.
While the eager boy watched, she crossed her hands across her hips and lifted her dress over her head. When her breasts bounced out and jiggled with their opulent weight, Kevin leaned against Faye, cupped one of the lush titties in his big hand, and moaned.
She gave him the pleasure of stripping off her panties, and trembled as she felt his hot breath on her cunt. But she was eagerly curious to know which the boy would choose-to fuck or suck.
"My dear," she whispered, rubbing her sensitive breasts on him. "Oh, Kevin! I'm so hot! I want your cock so much! What do you want, darling? To stick it in me, there in my pussy? Or to have me suck you off? OOOOHHH!" and she shuddered in anticipation, "I'm so close to cumming! I'll shoot it as soon as you touch me! OHHHHHH! LET ME HAVE IT, BABY!"
The boy was in such haste that he was clumsy, getting between Faye's opulent thighs, but she took his prick in her hand, spread her legs wide, and whispered: "Push, darling! Shove it into Faye's cunt! OH, MY GOD! OHHHHHHHH! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHHH! I TOLD YOU-I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!"
She was flinging her head from side to side, a flush of heat coloring her beautiful breasts, her neck, her face. And the boy, all his instincts focused on this fuck which had come so quickly, and seemed so natural, felt the jism rise in his nuts as the head of his cock swelled inside the tight pussy. He was hitting the bottom of Faye's twat on each lunge, and his male pride burned higher as the woman screamed her delight.
"YOU'RE SO GOOD, BABY! OH, KEVIN, YOU'RE SO SWEET! FUCK ME HARDER, BABY! OHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!"
The clinging cunt flesh held him in its grip as Faye's inner muscles closed on his pecker, and he suddenly lost his fight to hold back as his load burst from his cockhead. The force and power of his orgasm filled the woman's pussy with hot semen, adding to her joy and bringing cries and grunts of pleasure from young Kevin.
When their sweated bodies collapsed, and the boy's weight mashed down on her blood warmed breasts, swollen by the violence of her cum, Faye gave Kevin a little push and turned with him as he slid off her to one side. They were still facing each other, still kissing, in the aftermath of their whirlwind of lust.
The woman gazed at the young boy with a deep feeling of affection and responsibility. She had seduced many such boys, and had never felt a moment of regret. Boys were meant to fuck, to lose their theoretical virginities. Faye knew she would be castigated by almost anyone in the grown up world, especially mothers, for what she did. But she knew better. "Her boys," some of them now grown and married, with boys of their own, knew that what she did for them was good, a necessary part of their sex education.
She lay silent, her eyes closed, her lush body enjoying the warm contact with the tall, solidly built Kevin. They were kissing in that slow, affectionate way that lovers enjoy after a fuck, their crotches touching each other, their sexual desires satisfied for the moment, but still very much alive.
It was frantic, Faye thought, how much this sixteen-year-old boy had blossomed and matured in only a day. He was as eager as I was, she thought. And as bold. It's almost as if he were taking charge.
The idea made her shiver, it pleased her so. That such a young boy should build so quickly on his basic sexuality. She allowed herself the thought that he might-might, she reminded herself-become the real leader, force her to do his will, rather than the other way around. Would she like that? Her tongue was still roaming in his warm, loving mouth, and she propelled it deeper as she thought of being dominated.
She felt the boy's fat cock, wet and sticky from his semen and her cuntal oozings, and her hunger grew. She put a hand between them, feeling for his big balls, and massaged them with the utmost gentleness as they rolled apart.
"I'm going to suck your darling dickie, Kevin baby," she whispered. "I'm going to clean up all that delightful mess that I created-that WE created."
She squirmed around like a trained seal, deeply enjoying the odors of the boy's manhood, and lipped the fat but softening dick with real tenderness. She felt his hands go to work in her pussy, and her body writhed in joyful welcome as he held her thick, hairy cunt lips open and lightly kissed her on the reddened cluster of inner labia. And again she thought: How quickly he picked up on this tongue-in-cunt method of making love. Why, it's almost as if he were an old, experienced cunt-head. And then she laughed inwardly. Hell, he was just a kid who loved sex; she had known a lot of them. They talked, they listened, they read books that hadn't even been available to adults when she was his age.
She held his nice, fat peter in her fingers as she prepared to lick it clean of its rich mixture of his-and-hers fuck juice. But first, she craved his balls, somehow seeming bigger than she would have expected on a kid this age.
She swallowed hungrily, as spit swelled in her mouth, and took one of the big male eggs into her opened lips. It was crusted with the bitter salt from boyish sweat, and it was sweeter than sugar to the woman whose breasts and twat throbbed with fuck joy.
She bathed it carefully and lovingly with her tongue, feeling the boy's strong body tense, feeling his mouth getting closer and closer to her drooling cunt.
As she carefully removed it, spit slicked and clean, she said in a whisper: "I'm sucking your nuts, baby. Do you like that? does it feel good to my big, strong Kevin?"
The boy giggled. "Suck it if you feel like it," he said royally. "Everything feels good around my prick. You could suck my asshole if you wanted to-I wouldn't mind."
Faye gave a faint shudder, but not of disgust. She had been thinking, only moments before, of how it might be if this boy did, in fact, dominate her. Would she do his bidding, no matter how raunchy his requests might be? She was sucking on the second ball, running her tongue around it, and she realized that her lips were only a fraction of an inch from his anus. What would she do, she wondered, if he offered her his asshole and said curtly: "Suck it!"?
Feverishly, she sucked on Ihe lone testicle, cleansing it completely, and let it go only so she could begin to lap up the tasty mixture of cum juices from his cock. Her breasts were heavy, seeming to tug at her pectoral muscle as she moved, and their sensitivity and fullness moved her to ask: "Will you suck on my titties? Please, Kevin?"
"Oh, wow! Will I?" The boy took one of her big, full breasts in both hands like a grapefruit, putting the hard nipple to his lips. "They're so beautiful!"
He sucked in as much of the soft, moist, warm tit flesh as he could get in his mouth, putting on it all of the suction that he could. The thought that this gorgeous woman had asked him to suck her titties filled him with another wave of pride.
This was something that thrilled him-a grown woman had just about asked him to fuck her, only the day before. She had told him she would be back, and she had come back. To pull a fast one on his mom, and get him over to her house. Wow!
He could see what this could lead to. She wanted him. Maybe even more than he wanted her. But no, that wasn't possible. Every boy dreams about a girl-or a woman-who will spare him the possible embarrassment of being turned down, who will come right out and say: "Let's fuck!" And to have such a woman whenever he wanted her, willing to do it any way he said. Wonderful!
Would she do it for old Tracy, if he, Kevin, asked her? Poor old Trace, too dumb to take a girl out? Well, that wasn't any dumber than himself.
He was sucking the big, warm titty with less force, now, just loving the feeling of having the nipple in his mouth. He put one arm all the way around her smooth, solid body, enjoying her warmth, and his prick, now licked clean and fresh by Faye's loving tongue, throbbed with new life.
The woman felt a great surge of tenderness. The flame of her sexual needs could never blind her to the fact that this was, after all, a young boy. She craved his cock as a starving man craves food, but there was a fierce maternal feeling in that raw sexual desire.
"My dear," she whispered above his head, "we mustn't try to do everything at once. Remember, we've got tomorrow. And I'm afraid your mother may worry if you don't get home pretty soon."
For just a moment, she felt an envy so deep that it was almost hatred for Althea Boone, and then she cast it out, knowing she could never keep a boy like this for long.
"Gee, Miz Logan," Kevin said, his young face glowing, "I know you're right, but I sure hate to go."
He lay beside her, his curly head on her shoulder, playing with her breasts, making small sounds of pleasure. He thought about his pal, Tracy Farr, as he put his warm hand over Faye's cunt and pressed in on it.
"Is it true," he asked, "that a lady can go on screwing a lot longer than a man? You know," he said naively, "a guy can only cum just so many times, but I've heard that a lady could cum maybe forty times and not be worn out. Is that so?"
Faye hugged him. "Yesterday," she said amusedly, "you almost had me crying enough. But I didn't make you stop for a minute-I was liking it too much, myself. But you're right. A woman doesn't use up her sexual energy the way a man does. Yes, a lady-some ladies, at least, and I'm one of them-never gets tired of peter, and never gets too much."
A new thought almost choked her. A boy this age would certainly have a friend in his same fix. Eager, hot, thinking about cunt all the time, and not yet lucky enouth to find the right circumstances to get his first piece of pussy.
She stroked the boy's cock, loving its warmth and size. If he had a friend like himself, she thought, it would be lovely. The same thing happened often with her "students" which was one of the reasons that Faye so seldom went for long at a time without her rations of red-tipped, hard, tasty peter.
When Kevin got home that afternoon, he showed his mother two one dollar bills Faye had given him. "I didn't really work a full hour," he said, laughing inwardly. They had fucked and sucked for an hour, but that wasn't work. "All I did was start the mower, and look around the yard. Wow, that's a big lot! I can't do it in a day. Miz Logan wants me to come back every week, wants me to be her regular grass cutter!"
After his mother had smilingly congratulated him, he said casually: "Do you think that Tracy Farr's mother might like that stuff you buy from Miz Logan? She's such a nice lady, I'd like to do something for her. Get her a customer, or something."
His mother clasped him to her big breasts.
"Oh, darling, that's so thoughtful of you," she said. "Just the way I like you to be. Let's see-Dorothy Farr works three days a week at Hammill's. But I'll call her. You're right, we should do something nice for Miz Logan. I'll call Dorothy right now."
She looked at the tall boy with pride. He was becoming so mature! She could still detect some of that cunty smell about him, but not as strong. Maybe he'd stopped by to see his girl friend on the way home. She felt guilty, almost as if she had been caught opening the boy's mail, but she had a new warmth in her vagina, thinking of her baby boy actually being mixed up in an affair.
Remembering what her husband had said about it being the girl's own fault if she didn't take the Pill, she whispered to herself: "Oh, I do hope she takes it! I wouldn't want my boy to get in trouble."
She could hardly wait to get to the phone and call Dorothy Farr. They were good friends, had known each other for years. Dottie wouldn't think it odd that Althea should recommend a person or a product. And besides, it was so sweet of Kevin to think of it. The dear boy!
"So that's it, Dottie," Althea said, after a brief conversation about His-'n-Hers products and their purveyor. "You know how fussy I am about cosmetics, and this is good stuff, believe me. And you don't need to buy it if you don't like it. Faye Logan's not pushy, at all."
"I'm sure I'd like to meet her," Dorothy Farr answered. "I may be corny, but I sort of like the idea of shopping at home. Shall I call her, or will you have her call me?"
And Kevin, listening, almost hugged himself in silent glee....
CHAPTER FIVE
Faye walked on air after she got the call from Dorothy Farr. She remembered that Kevin had talked about a friend, Tracy Farr, after they had talked about a lady's capacity for fucking. And this was too much to be a mere coincidence. In fact, when Mrs. Farr had invited Faye to come by and bring her catalogs and samples, she chatted easily about Althea's recommendation, and added, in a laughing afterthought, that Faye could thank young Kevin for it.
"Althea's so proud of that boy," Dottie had laughed. "But it was nice and thoughtful of him. I guess all mothers take special pride in their sons. I know I do."
So-there it was. Almost all fitted together, as if Kevin had drawn a puzzle for her to solve. Kevin had a friend, Tracy Farr, had mentioned him after their talk about women and their insatiable appetites. Kevin had suggested to his mother that she phone Mrs. Farr and recommend Faye and her products.
"It's just too much," Faye told herself. She was walking around her bedroom naked, liking the feel of her heavy breasts as they jiggled from her slow walk. She was wishing that that boy across the street, from the family that had just moved in, would have enough enterprise to peep in her window. From what she had seen of him, he seemed the right age, and he had certainly stared at her when she was out on the lawn in her bikini the other day.
There was an older son, too, but Faye did not count him as possible prey. The younger ones were easier to get, not turned off because she was old enough to be their mothers, and were more amenable than the older ones.
The family name was Mack. She had gotten this from her postman, and they had lived on the other side of the creek for a long time. Ten years, the letter carrier had said, happy to exchange small talk with a well built, good looking woman in a thin blouse with no brassiere. He had even furnished the boy's name, Roddy Mack. A pretty name. A strong, boyish name. Well, perhaps with luck, she might find if he had an equally strong, boyish peter.
The thought made her flush with warmth, and she stopped before her dresser with its tall mirror.
"Hi, Toots," she said to herself amicably. "Cool down, now, or you'll be finger-fucking yourself like some silly schoolgirl."
She spread her thighs and thrust her pelvis toward the mirror. She had a feeling of fuck hunger in her twat, left over from the marvelous hour she had spent with Kevin.
"All that lovely friction," she whispered. It had left her cunt half raw, its surfaces extremely sensitive, and she prized this sensitivity as a miser loves gold.
She moved closer to the mirror and took the shade off one of her twin lamps to see better the beloved details of her cunt, the inner labia, their surfaces flushed by warm blood pumping into their tiny veins, the pearly pinkness of the membrane stretched over her throbbing clitoris. Even the blonde hair that grew so thickly on her fat outer lips. The hair around the entry to her body was drying now, standing out crisply with its dried coating of semen and vaginal fluids.
"You pretty little darling!" she exclaimed, feeling a sharp itch all through the aroused area. "Guess I'll have to let you go for a while. You've had enough, anyhow, you naughty little creature," she said playfully, giving herself the pleasure of a soft rub right down the wet center of her cuntal valley.
She went again to the big window, wishing she would see that neighbor boy peeping in. Roddy Mack! What a cute name, and how she wished he were there in the dark, drooling for her pussy.
She adjusted the blinds with great care, so it would seem that she was trying to hide herself, although she knew that the particular prey she was after, a young boy, would not be affected by such nuances. "If I left the blinds wide open, it'd suit a kid like that," she whispered goodnaturedly to herself. "This way, the kid can see in, and still have the thrill of thinking he's getting the best of me."
She fixed herself a hearty meal and ate it, not bothering to draw the shades. "Anyone sees me in my kitchen naked, it might occur to them I'd be good to eat," she murmured, laughing. How marvelous it would be to have Kevin eating her pussy! His sweet young face looking so serious as he approached it, licking his lips, and then the final enjoyment as he buried his lips in the pink, slippery folds of her exposed labia and her fuck hole.
Before she did anything else, Faye put on slippers and stepped, still luminously naked, into the semi-dark of the warm night. She was curious about the boy across the street.
Once outside," she walked to the front of the garage, where she had a good view of the house that had been vacant for a long time, but now harbored a new family. With two sons.
Her eyesight was perfect, and Faye could see, against the light in a front window, the head and shoulders of someone, presumably male, sitting on the old-fashioned front porch. She hoped it was the boy. Young boys might be more timid in the direct approach, but they were far more curious. And, if his curiosity led him to peep at her naked body, well-anything might happen.
She went quietly into the house and through the kitchen, turning out the light as she went into the living room. There were no blinds, no drapes, and she pressed the button which lighted the big overhead chandelier.
For just one long breath, she stood there, perfectly naked, all her womanly treasures bared for anyone to see. "This is pure corn," she whispered to herself smilingly, "but it's the kind of corn that always works."
Turning off the light, Faye went back to her bedroom, now the only lighted room.
She was pleased with her stratagem, and her vibrant body, never completely sated, was pleased with the premonition of what was to follow. For Faye, once she had looked at her cunt and spoken of finger-fucking herself, had known what she was going to do. The only question, and it could wait, was whether or not she would have an audience of one.
From a top drawer in her big old dresser, she took a dildo. It was a fantastic dildo, made of a plastic so perfectly matched to human flesh that any woman-or any man, for that matter-would have said it was real if they had only a glance at it. It was a deep, life-like pink, the bulbous head perfectly shaped, even to the little "eye" which spits fuck juice from a real prick.
Buried in the long stem were batteries, and two switches completed the mechanical penis. On one, a tiny sign read HEAT. The other sign made a fundamental promise: VIBRATION.
But that dildo was for later. It and its supply of slippery cream, which looked, felt, smelled and tasted like the hot seed fired from a lusty male's cock at shoot-off time. First, because she loved the old time goodness of flesh on flesh, came her finger.
There is a certain luxury in privacy, even a privacy which Faye hoped would be violated. For a healthy, hot woman to lie on her back in all her lovely nakedness, to raise her gorgeous legs up and back until her swollen cunt is stretched and open, that is a pure pleasure.
Faye's fingers went unerringly to the precise spot where her pleasure was keenest, the luminously pink membrane immediately around her clit.
And, at that one touch, she forgot Kevin and Billy and the boy across the street in the piercing sweetness of her pleasure at this moment.
She was so wet from the pussy juice that her fingers slid and slipped around in the nerve center of her cunt as if she had been greased. In skillful, practiced strokes and featherlight touches, she skirted the trembling, swollen clit, since a direct touch on it at this critical time would have been too painfully lovely to bear.
In the mirror she could see her naked ass, looking so much wider in the supine position with her knees back against her tumbling breasts. She could feel the warmth of the night air on her moist skin, feel the tiny circles of woman sweat under each breast as it shifted with her movements. There was a feel of life and desire in the soft flesh of her titties, and even her underarms had their borderline joy of sexuality.
But the most stirring sight of all was her cunt, the center of all sensuality for Faye, a possession she had always loved with unflagging loyalty.
In the clear light, she could see every detail, see her first and middle fingers entering the magical little hole at the bottom of her slit, and let her eyes and her sense of feel coordinate the friction of her digits with the nip of her cunt muscles in a divine orchestration of sensuality.
In and out her fingers sped, and, once inside, she swept them in a circle, touching every sensitive spot in the heart of her responsive twat.
There was a stealthy shuffle of feet outside her window, but she did not hear it. She was too engrossed in the pleasure she had so many times provided for herself.
There were the folds just inside her cuntal entry, where the thick, clear juice seemed to concentrate, and she fingered herself in these sweet places with a slow, lubricious enjoyment. Her eyes were now half closed, so deep was she sucked in to the pleasures of her cunt. She felt her fingers go around in a slow, deliberate circle, and involuntarily, her mind directed them to the right places, the places of pure delight, while tiny beads of sweat began to gather on the soft flesh between her thighs. The pressure of her knees on her breasts was increasingly wild, and, as she came to a higher peak with each cramming of her fingers, Faye's body seemed to ripple with responsive feeling.
She was breathing hoarsely, now, but in spite of her being closed away from the world, she knew what to do.
The dildo lay beside her, warmed by the heat of her body. But she slowly let her legs down and took up the weirdly life-like false cock. "Oh, good, good friend," she murmured, caressing the soft, smooth head, the column with the hard core and soft outer covering, so much like the smooth, thick skin on a boy's prick. Over the years, trying new things, becoming better acquainted with the men and women who sold such aids to lonely, needful women, Faye had finally had this inanimate companion custom made. And she had come to love it, to depend on it, without its presence stopping her for a minute from her natural hunt for the real thing hung on strong, healthy young boys.
But she was a woman of constant need, of an unending fuckhunger, and she had long ago lost any shame or disgust at satisfying herself, her warm, demanding fuck system, her slavering cunt with any means at hand. And, because this was the ultimate in dildos, exactly right for her, she loved it.
She held it in her hands, stroking down its long, smooth length, feeling it grow warmer as she touched the heat switch. Her body thrilled and she closed her eyes against the rising cum tide as she moved the vibrator switch to its first position. This was so slow that it was like a heartbeat, a throb of life.
She held it against her warm breasts, letting them feel the life-like softness, the living throb, the warmth, and felt a quiver of pure fire in her loins, deep up her cunt.
She kissed the tip of it, taking it into her mouth, into her lips, and ran her tongue around the head.
It tasted as good and as life-like as it looked.
And why not? The cream that came with it was, ' when warm, so nearly like jism that it was difficult, indeed, to tell the difference. And her own cunt's juices, dried and crusted, added their rankly lovely flavors to the taste of the artificial penis.
There was heavy breathing just outside Faye's window, but she was much too deep into her solitaire session to notice. There was a shifting of feet, a rustle of clothing as a hand grasped a jerking prick and slowly, carefully pulled the foreskin back, then pushed it forward to cover the shiny red head of the boy's cock.
He could see well enough. Faye's own enjoyment was based on sight as well as her other senses. The lighting was excellent.
The kid gasped as the woman lay back again, once more drawing her gorgeously contoured thighs back against her breasts. Strangely, since he had never sucked a cunt, his mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and a long, crystal rope of spittle drooled down his chin and onto his throbbing cock. He did not intensify his motions, but kept up the slow, measured, careful rhythm, letting the saliva lubricate the contacts between pressured foreskin and blood-swollen head. He could have cum at any second if he pressed a bit harder, but he was waiting for a fitting climax.
Not only had he never sucked a cunt, he had never seen one in quite this manner. True, he had had brief flashes of his mother's richly haired pussy, enough to drive a guy nuts. And his sister, a year younger than his sixteen years, didn't seem to care if he saw her naked for a moment or two. And she had plenty of dark, curly cunt hair. An awful lot, he thought, for a kid of fifteen. But he never saw either his mother or his sister lying flat, legs up and back, cunt pushed out and spread open, finger-fucking. And now, preparing to insert that godawful dildo, so much bigger than his own cock. Had they ever done it? Would they do it if they wanted to, or had the chance? There was an entire world he knew nothing about. But now, he was beginning to guess at a few things.
Women, some of them, at least, were as deeply fuck happy as he was. He had always thought himself depraved, thought that women were pure creatures debauched by men. Then, by accident, he found out different.
He watched with thudding pulses while the lovely woman in the bedroom inserted the life-like head of the pink dildo into her twat and began to work it in. He could hear her moaning: "OHHHH! MMMMMMMM! OHHHHHHHH!"
When the big prong first touched her cuntal entry, Faye twisted in delight. This was what she had been after, what she wanted. If she had no male prick, no flesh and blood reality to stuff her urgently craving cunt, at least she had this loveable old standby to enter her cunt, to warm her with its warmth, to drive her half mad with its inhuman vibration. And, at last, to give her not just one rousing cum, but one after another with its tireless mechanical ardor.
Both she and the boy were poised on the brink of a vast orgasm when the simplest of human needs intervened.
Without warning, the boy was racked by the compelling need to sneeze, and the highest sexual feelings gave way as his loud burst of breath struck the night air like a thunderclap.
He could do no more than stand there, and Faye, her sexual heat shortcircuited, came slowly back to reality.
But her mind was fantastically clear, and she knew that the boy, scared half to death, would stand rigidly in his tracks.
She raised her voice slightly as she turned toward the window. "Roddy Mack? That's you, isn't it, Roddy Mack. See, I know your name and who you are. Roddy, you don't have to be afraid. I'm not mad, and I won't do anything to you. I mean it! Do you hear me, Roddy Mack?"
There was a long silence, and Faye could hear her heartbeats pulsing in her ears, but after a few seconds, which seemed much longer, a soft voice said: "Yes'm. I'm Roddy Mack. I'm sorry for this, Miz Logan."
There was the faintest ghost of a chuckle, and the voice said: "See? I know your name, too."
Faye's heart beat faster. The boy was not shocked into uselessness as a stud by sudden shock or fright. She got up slowly.
She walked over to the window. "Do you see me now, Roddy?" she asked softly. "You wanted to look at a naked woman. I like boys who have the guts to do what you did."
She adjusted the blinds slightly, and was able to make out a boy's face in the dim light that shone through.
"Now you can see me better, Roddy. Do you like me? Do you like what you see?" She spread her legs and thrust her pelvis forward, showing her cunt to better advantage. "Do you like that?"
She could hear the boy draw in a deep breath. "Yes, ma'am," his voice came in soft, boyish voice. "I sure do like it!"
"Then, Roddy, will you come in?" Faye asked. "Come around to the back door; no one can see you in this dark."
There was another long pause, and she saw the boy drop his head.
"No, ma'am," the voice said, still softly, but very positive. "I'd be afraid to do that.
She saw a motion in the darkness and knew the boy, in spite of everything, retained his hard-on, and was still gently pumping away with his hand. A bright thought struck her. If I go out to him, feel him up, suck his tongue, he'll come in following me like a baby lamb, her mind said. Oh, God, help me do the right thing!
She whispered: "I'll come out. Wait for me. And don't pull on your peter any more-I'll take care of that!"
She put on her slippers again, and nothing else. She was out of the house and around the garage in a matter of seconds.
The boy was gone from the window, and her heart sank, but she heard his voice: "I'm right here, Miz Logan. In the garage. With that light shining out, someone could have seen me."
She turned, her eyes getting used to the dark, and saw him, a white blur for his face, atop his barely seen body. She drew a deep breath and went swiftly to him.
He didn't flinch as she reached for his dick and she was amazed and pleased to find it as hard as it could be.
"Come here," she said authoritatively, holding out her arms, and she felt the warmth of the kid's body as she hugged him, and felt the hardness and warmth of his cock pressing her naked belly.
"Oh, Lord," the kid said in a hushed voice. "You smell so good! And you feel so good!"
"You like my titties?" Faye asked. "You can play with them, if you like. Squeeze 'em, suck em.
The boy gulped, and in the half dark of the garage, Faye felt his sucking mouth on her big breast, felt him instinctively tongue her nipple. There was an immediate leakage of new cum juice from her excited cunt, and she squirmed against the hard cock. He was getting hot; soon she would lead him around to the back door, and into her bed. If she didn't explode, first. She was terribly hot, and her loins ached from the stored up orgasmic energy.
"Kiss me," she said suddenly, a catch in her voice. "Let me have your peter," and, holding his hard prick in her warm fist, she pressed her open mouth against his.
She should not have been surprised that the young kid shot his tongue into her mouth. Boys this age, still unfucked, always had a detailed knowledge of what to do, based on what the older kids-or wiser-told them.
What did surprise her was the wave of intense heat which flooded her as she sucked on the kid's long, sweet tongue, and the fuck-fire that surged in her breasts as they clung together, mashing the big, soft pillows of living flesh between them. And yet she was helpless to move, helpless to stop kissing, or to stop delicately manipulating the hard peter she held in her hand.
It was only when her knees began to tremble that she realized how near she was to an orgasmic explosion that would wrack her body and send her mind spiralling into the dark fire of cumming.
Somehow, she broke her mouth away from Roddy's, but she could not wait. "I want this in me," she choked, holding his prick against her cunt. She looked around. There, in a dark corner, she made out the riding lawnmower, and turned to that.
She grasped its steering bar and bent over, her beautiful ass spread so wide and so invitingly that, even in the dark, Roddy could make out the pouting lips of the woman's cunt, protruding so enticingly from between her ass cheeks.
Faye heard him suck in his breath, and waggled her ass from side to side.
"Hurry!" she whispered. "Put it in my cunt! OH GOD! HURRY!"
She nearly screamed as she felt the blunt head of the hard organ press blindly into the crack of her ass. Oh, Lord, she prayed silently, let him get it in the right hole!
There was a gut-twisting feeling as he shoved hard against her asshole, but then, by sheer luck, he aimed an inch or two lower, and his cock crammed into her at breakneck speed, all the way in, straightening out every kink in her vagina, ramming into her cervix, so near the front of the cunt in this position.
"OH, GOD!" the woman cried. "THAT'S IT, RODDY! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE IN MY CUNT, BABY! OHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, IT'S SO GOOOOOOOD! FUCK ME, HONEY! FUCK IT INTO FAYE AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"
She was weaving and twisting and shoving her butt back, her hungry cunt gobbling the boy's hard prick like a toothless mouth. There was no doubt about it, in her mind-the real thing was superior to any substitute, no matter how cleverly engineered.
She could feel the kid's balls rubbing against her inner lips, and the length of his prick was stretching her cunt flesh so that her clitoris felt it.
She clung to the steering bar on the lawnmower, her breasts hanging down, jolting with each smack of the boy's loins against the generous, softly contoured spread of her ass. When he at last bent over her, trying to get in even deeper, his big hands naturally went around her, and as naturally found her tits.
When she squeezed them, and a finger of flame traced its way from Faye's breasts, across her sweated belly, and into her cunt, she could hold back no longer.
"OH, RODDY!" she cried breathlessly. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING SO GOOD, BABY!
OH, HOLD ON TO ME! SQUEEZE MY TITTIES! OH, YOU BIG MAN, YOU! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOD!"
The last ram of his peter, the final rub of his balls on the flowing, slick surfaces of the woman's cunt were simply too much for the boy. He had no reason to hold back, anyhow, and it would be some time before he would understand such niceties. Only the shock of fright, the unbelievable quality of the entire happening, had kept him from squirting his dammed-up jism long before. The air was perfumed with the subtle scent she had put on this morning but, more important to the boy, the stronger perfume of her cunt was in his nostrils.
His itch to cum had grown hotter and hotter, but he was so intent on every detail of this first experience that even his hands full of warm, heavy tit flesh only increased the feeling of fullness in his nuts, the surge of nerve power in the head of his cock.
Now, though, with Faye cumming, with his triumph at having done such an act, the stores of his seed burst from his balls, and a hot bath of boiling jism flooded the woman's cunt in shot after shot.
"OH, JESUS!" the boy gasped. "THIS IS IT, MIZ LOGAN! YOU'VE MADE ME SHOOT IT, MIZ LOGAN! OOOOOOOHHHHHH! THANKS! THANKS!"
She felt the hot slickness of the boy's rich semen pour into her in giant spurts, and her orgasm, instead of dying away, rose in new bursts of intense flame in the dark of her pussy. She could feel the warm, wet track of semen pumping out with the constant pumping of Roddy's cock, a flood of it, and her own reservoirs of cuntal ooze responded, adding their musky fragrance to the vibrant air.
With her knees spread apart and her body braced to withstand Roddy's fucking, Faye was able to hang onto the mower in spite of the boy's weight.
He sagged against her for a moment, his cock slowly letting off its final, weakening spurts, and he groaned with ecstasy at the feeling of her inner muscles as they licked and squirmed around his highly sensitized cock.
"OOOOOOOHHH!" the boyish voice whispered. "That was so wonderful, Miz Logan. Oh, man! I never came like that in my life! I never knew it could be so good! Listen, ma'am, what do I do now? Do I just take it out? Won't my, uh, my semen run all over you if I do?"
A fierce and gusty desire to add more to this lesson shook Faye like a large, warm rush of wind. She licked her lips, feeling her cunt muscles contract again around the boy's sturdy cock.
"What you're supposed to do," she said in a choked whisper, "is to kneel behind me and suck it all out. That way, you get all your semen back, and some of my juice. It keeps you strong and able to fuck again very soon."
She heard an eager gasp. "Oh, man! I hoped you'd let me do that!" he said fervently. "My brother goes down on women, but he says not all of 'em like it."
"I love it," Faye said, delighted at the result of her instruction. "Can you see all right? Will it bother you to have your nose right in my, uh, my ass? We can do it in the car."
"Oh, no," the boy said happily. "I just want to get my face in there and suck it all out. Hold still, now. I'm going to take my dick out and then, real quick, I'll get my mouth on you and try not to let any run out, okay?"
Faye braced herself again, and felt a momentary pang of loss as the boy's hands slipped off her breasts. Her skin was, as always, sensitized from her fuck, and she felt the rasp of Roddy's clothing as he slipped down behind her.
Almost immediately, she felt the warmth of his face pressing between her ass cheeks, felt his hot mouth cover her cunt hole. There was a fleeting second while the two joined in utter stillness, then she felt her guts writhe as Roddy sucked.
There was a lot of suction in the boy's mouth, and Faye, not so used to this position for cunnilingus, felt the living walls of her cunt draw together, their rasped nerves rubbing in the dark of her twat.
"BAAAAAAABY!" she cried in a trembling voice. "OH, RODDY! SUCK AGAIN, BABY! OH, WOW! OH, WOW! YOU'RE BRINGING ME AGAIN! OHHHHHHHH HHHHHHH! I'M CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!" but the strong young kid had his arms around her legs, his hands scratching around for the hair on her cunt. Fiercely, in native instinct, he pressed his lips on the hole again, gave it his hard suction.
He had gotten a mouthful of his own cum, which he often swallowed after a jerkoff. But never, in all his short career, had it had the warmth and sweetness such as he was sucking out of this living chalice. He swallowed and, feeling warm, slick cunt flesh against his chin, he ran his long tongue out and up and down in this trough of soft slickness. And Faye, once more jolted by the fire in her belly, cried out and pumped her ass back against the straining tongue, the sucking mouth.
"I'm so hot, I feel that even walking into the house would make me cum again," she whispered, after it became evident that the well had run dry, and Roddy was simply sucking and licking for the pleasure it gave him. "You stand up now, you darling boy, and let Faye lick you. Fair's fair, you know!"
The boy jumped. "You mean you're gonna, well, lick my dick? Without me washing it off, or anything? I've got a handkerchief, I could clean it up."
"You do and I'll bite it off," Faye said firmly. "Did you want to clean me up before you sucked me out? Well, what you liked about me is what I'll like about licking your lovely cock. Oh, wow! He's so warm and fat and sticky! You just stand still, and I'll kneel, like you did. Here, baby, lean back against the car!"
It was a choking, satisfying mouthful of peter, sweetly slimed by a thick film of cum juices. In the open fly of his pants, she inserted one hand and held his balls as she gently cleaned all the slick, rich goo from Roddy's peter.
When she was through, she stood up, her arm around the boy, and once again put her left hand inside his fly to caress both his cock and his ball sac, almost entirely free from hair.
Affectionately, she drew his mouth to hers and kissed him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth, while she gently frigged his cock up and down. They were both breathless when they broke apart, and Faye had felt a throb of new life in the boy's prick.
"Next time," she whispered, "don't you dare hang around outside my window, peeping through the blinds. Anything I have, you're welcome to look at, to suck, to fuck, anything." She suddenly laughed, a deep, feminine laugh of content, and shook the big kid playfully. "So scratch on the screen and come on in, you hear? You're always welcome. In fact, why don't you come in right now, and let me make you a sandwich, get you a glass of milk. You probably need a little nourishment."
The kid impulsively held her and kissed her, as boldly as if he had been twice his age. "I don't dare," he whispered. "Not just now. I'm supposed to be at home studying, and if my mom comes downstairs-WOW!"
From where they stood in the dark shadows of the garage, they saw a door open at the front of the house across the street, saw a woman's figure walk to the front of the porch and look up and down the quiet street.
"Roddy!" the woman called. "Roddy Mack! Where are you, my dear?" She walked across the porch and they could hear her goodnatured laughter. "Wherever you are, you'd better get in here and hit the books!"
"See?" the boy whispered. "That's what I mean. But I'll get over here when I can!" He shoved his hand under her, between her thighs, pressing against the hairy softness of her cunt, now slowly drying after their lovely time together. "Listen, I saw old Kevin Boone over here today, didn't I? Fooling with your lawnmower? He and I are pretty good friends at school. Is he going to do your lawn for you?" The boy cleared his throat. "If there are any other chores, you could have me do them, couldn't you? That way, I could come over here oftener, and not so many questions asked."
Faye hugged him to her swollen breasts and laughed.
"You can help me make my bed," she said, "after we've messed it up!"
Across town, in the newer part of Holbrook, Tracy Farr was going to bed. His mother, a good looking blonde woman with tits like Sophia Loren's, had come to "tuck him in."
"After all," she teased him, "you're still my baby boy."
Her warm hand went under the cover, felt for his prick, and frigged it gently. Involuntarily, his hands went to her breasts, hanging almost out of the lacy neck of her nightgown, and when she kissed him he gave her his tongue, lunging with his loins against the pressure of her hands.
"You're crazy," he told her with a nervous laugh. "Some of these days, dad's gonna catch us, doing this."
His mother clung to his young prick, now throbbingly hard.
"Move over, baby," she whispered. "Your dad's asleep. It'll take only a couple of minutes."
And she straddled her son's hips, expertly lodging his rigid cock in her tight and crawling cunt. She was right. It only took a couple of minutes for her to draw the jism out of Tracy, and to share his pleasure with a fluttering orgasm of her own.
But before she left, she knelt by the bed, sucking his tool briefly, then kissed him, with his cum still on her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Tracy Farr did not drop off to sleep immediately. He had a lot to think about.
His good friend Kevin had set something up for him, with that beautiful blonde lady, Miz Faye Logan, whom he had often seen on her appointed rounds. He hoped it turned out okay, for any boy would love to have a crack at a lady like Miz Logan. But it might be a little tough.
He had never been able to tell Kevin that he, Tracy, got all the pussy he needed. How do you tell another guy that you're fucking your own mother? Not that Tracy worried over the ethics or morals of the situation. It had come about so naturally.
The first wet dream he had, his mother knew it, of course. After all, she had to make up the bed, didn't she?
That was before she took the job working three days a week at the Central Drug store in downtown Holbrook. So she was waiting for him when he came home from school, with a warm smile on her sweet face. And she had simply taken his prick out and sucked it, first telling him that it was all right, that his having wet dreams was normal, that if he jerked off, that was normal, too.
"But you don't have to do those things any more," she had said kindly. "Unless you want to. "If you feel that way, just come and tell mama, and mama will take care of it."
But naturally, when he and Old Kev started talking about pussy, which had been only about a year ago, he couldn't expose the fact that he knew all about fucking much as he would have liked to. So he had gone along, pretending to be as innocent of having fucked as his pal was. And three days a week, when his dad was at the store, he and his mom, both naked, would spend long, happy hours in bed together, and she would teach him about ladies and their cunts, and where the good feelings lay, and all about licking a pussy, and sucking on titties and between toes. Oh, the taste of pussy! And oh, the joy and pride in making mama cum, over and over!
Her sweet, dark-haired cunt was the one he dreamed of when he had a wet dream, but-and this made him feel disloyal-he often thought of other girls' and ladies' pussies.
Preferably blonde, because the only pussy he had ever had, or ever looked at, or ever eaten, was dark.
He heard his mother call Faye and set up their meeting. It was for a Tuesday, of course. Mama wanted it in the morning, but it seemed the only time Faye had open was around three in the afternoon. He would be home from school! So Old Kev wasn't lying or joking-that exquisite blonde with the big tits wanted him, wanted his cock. But how would she arrange it? She, like Kev, would think he was a virgin. He couldn't tell her, either, about himself and mama. It was all a puzzle, but he went to sleep and dreamed of a blonde cunt rubbing on his face.
Now, on this lovely Saturday morning, Faye Logan stretched luxuriously in her big, soft bed.
The life-like dildo lay between her thighs, having slipped out of her pussy when she had gone to sleep. It had been a wonderful bed partner last night, after young Roddy Mack had gone home, drifting along the dark line of trees which marked her big lot's northern boundary.
She tried not to make any appointments for Saturdays, except for her His-'n-Hers customers who worked all through the week, for she loved the luxury of sleeping late.
She was thinking of breakfast when a motor's coughing start splattered noise all over the neighborhood and into her window. She rolled on her side and looked out. It was Kevin, and he had rolled the big mower out of the garage.
She watched the tall, broad shouldered kid as he carefully avoided looking at her window, delighted that he had come early, and that he had chosen this way of awakening her.
She called his name, loud and clear: "Kevin! Kevin! Come over her to the window!" and he heard it over the motor's roar.
When he was at the window, his chin just above the sill, she threw the sheets back and showed him her naked body. He gulped and smiled and said: "Uh, hello, Faye. Thought I'd come over and get an early start."
She was horny as hell, her cunt still raw with desire after yesterday's and last night's fun, and she felt her cunt pucker with desire as she looked at the clean cut, smiling lad.
"Come on in here," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you, and I need that big, lovely peter of yours!"
She lay on her back expectantly, listening to the boy's entrance into her kitchen, then through the short hall, and looked up to greet him.
Bless the boy! Just the sight of her naked body had given him a hard-on, and he had taken it out of his Levi's as he had come into the house. Faye held out her arms, and the big kid made it to her in two strides.
Today, she didn't have to coach him. He knelt by the bed and kissed her, tonguing deeply into the sweetness of her mouth, and squeezed one of her warm breasts in a big hand.
When their mouths parted, his face was flushed with lust, and his hard-on seemed bigger than ever.
He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and Faye, moaning with desire, said: "Oh, that beautiful peter! Come here to me, Kevin baby, and let me suck him just a little!"
The big kid pushed his hard cock at her face, and she swallowed it until it struck the back of her throat. At the same time, her hand went between his legs and caressed his balls.
When she let his cock out of her dripping mouth, the boy said: "I want to suck yours, Faye. Move around so I can get to it-get your ass over on the edge of the bed, and put your feet on my shoulders."
He watched with awe and a sense of the beauty of the woman as her luscious blonde cunt spread before his eyes. The fat and hairy lips clung together, and, when he opened them with the pressure of his thumbs, they made a tiny noise, and Faye said: "Ohhhh! Oh, baby, how good that feels!"
The sweetly gagging smell of a hot pussy came up to enfold Kevin's face in an invisible cloud as he looked at the revealed clutch of inner labia, pink and shiny with cunt dew, and he kissed among this cluster of swollen lips, getting a fuller fragrance, a gut-swirling taste of pussy juice warmed overnight in a hot cunt.
"You were stuck together," he whispered in wonderment, and Faye laughed with a deep pleasure.
"A lady like me stays pretty warm all night, even if she's asleep. Even when I'm in dreamland, my pussy makes juice. But, since I'm asleep, it just trickles out to the lips and dries. It's what you might call a twenty-four hour maidenhead."
When the kid laughed, she said: "It's just like new. Did it taste too strong? I can wash the nasty thing if you say so."
The boy, kneeling naked on the floor, held his hands around her thighs and opened her up still more before he sank his face into the gloriously hot and steamy cunt. Faye, raised to a peak by her wake-up heat and by Kevin's first pussy-kiss, twisted in the beloved anguish of a quick cum.
"OH, BABY!" she screamed. "OH, THAT'S GOOD! SUCK IT, BABY! OH, WHERE'S YOUR PETER! OH, KEEP SUCKING ME! A A A A A R.R R R R G G G G H H H HH! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHl"
When the boy drew away, after Faye's "gyrating body had come to a slowly twisting indication of her deep pleasure, the big kid said delightedly: "That was nice, wasn't it? I made you really, really cum, just with my tongue, didn't I? Oh, Faye," and he once more buried his young face in her reeking twat, "that makes me feel so good! For you to cum, I mean!"
She twined her fingers in his curly hair, feeling so delectably open in this pose. Her feet were on Kev's shoulders, her knees spread wide apart, and her cunt was open and pointed up to the boy's dripping mouth. He was pantfhg, still licking up and down her crack, around her asshole, occasionally shoving his strong tongue as deeply as possible into her cunt hole, where the screaming nerves danced a jig of soft muscle around it. She was touched by his unselfishness toward her.
"Get up on the bed, Kevin," she said. "Come on, you've done me so beautifully. Now, I want you to have some fun."
When he got up, moving carefully so as not to touch his hard, swollen cock and provoke a premature ejaculation all over the bed, she lay on her side.
"Would you like to fuck me in the head?" she asked. "Really to fuck me down my throat, not just to have me go down on you?"
"Anything you want, I want, Faye," the boy said. He realized Faye was putting him in the driver's seat, letting him call the tune. Right now, he thought, if I said I wanted to fuck her in the ass, she'd say okay. It gave him a thrill of pride to know that he had such power, even if he didn't know exactly how to use it.
Nevertheless, he switched around so that his head was near her crotch, and got his prick up near Faye's mouth.
She almost purred as the big dong throbbed so near her, and she knew, with certainty and gratitude, that Kevin hadn't taken a shower last night or today. The subtle stink of her pussy was still hanging round his prick and balls, and it had grown all the stronger and sweeter in this time.
Faye took hold of the hard cock and looked down across her breasts to Kevin's eager, serious young face. "Here is how we do it," she said softly. "If I simply take it in my mouth, your cock will hit the back of my throat and stop. But when I take it in and throw my head back, like so," and she illustrated her instruction, "then there's almost a straight line from my lips right down my throat. See what I mean?"
"Gee, yes!" the boy exclaimed. "Like a sword swallower-he tilts his head back. I see! I see! Geez, I bet your throat's tight!"
"My pussy wasn't tight enough for you?" Faye asked drily. "You seemed pretty big to me."
"I didn't mean that, Miz Logan-Faye, I mean," the boy mumbled. "I just meant it would be tight, too. Like your cunt."
Faye reached around his muscular buttock and took hold of one of his boyish nuts. "I know," she said. "I was only teasing. Look," she said again, "fuck right into my mouth, let me get the right angle on it."
She opened her lips and took in the hard young organ. At once, Kevin fucked into her, full force, jamming his tool into the back of her throat.
She took it out. "Not so hard, at first," she said. "Let me get my head back." The taste of the unwashed peter in her mouth made her hotter than ever. Once again she took the boy's hard penis in her mouth, gently pushing the foreskin back with lips and tongue, licking the underside of the head, swirling her active tongue around the stem. When it was as she liked it, she patted him on his rump and nodded her head, signifying "okay, go ahead."
He drew back his hips and gently drove his cock into Faye's mouth. And he could tell the difference at once. When she was sucking it or licking it, it was beautiful. But then his cock felt the light, slick touch of lips alone, or the occasional rub of the cockhead along the roof of Faye's mouth. But in this new way, what a difference!
He had been right-her throat closed in on his prick as he shoved it down. There was a slight jog in the straight path, so he felt an extra rub as he straightened out the curve. And Faye's powerful swallowing muscles, which she used as the cock went deep into her, gave him a massage that was like the most active cunt in the world. It was marvelous, but Kevin, who was getting all the action, felt he should be giving as well as receiving.
He slowed his stroke and asked: "What can I do for you, Faye? You're giving me the greatest fuck in history, I'll bet. And I'm just fucking away, doing nothing for you.
For an answer, she took one of his hands and brought it to one of her swollen breasts. Then she patted his cheek and pointed to her cunt, which was sagging part way open as she lay on her side, with one knee over Kevin's shoulder.
He sucked in spit at the luscious sight and increased aroma. He had heard so much about eating cunt, and had thought it was something strange and disgusting. Until just the day before yesterday, when he had found it was one of life's daintiest treats.
Faye was very close to a cum. The rhythmic motion that was driving the hard prick down her gullet was making her open and close her cunt muscles in the same tempo. The smoothness of the skin of the boy's dick, the softness of the cushioned head as it glanced off the back of her throat, gave her a deep, constant bath of sensuality.
As she breathed between the strokes, she thought of how the hot semen would feel when it began to shoot, of how it would taste as it swirled back and over her taste buds.
She felt the boy's powerful arms holding her thighs apart, which meant her cunt was more open, and she tried to scream as Kevin's sucking mouth came down on the long, slick line of her inner lips, from clitoris to cunt hole.
The attempt made a loud humming sound: "MMMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM!" Which caused her throat and tongue to vibrate sharply, giving an extra refinement of sexuality to the great head job she was giving this beginner.
As he plunged his face into the streaming, slick openness of Faye's cunt, her crisp, curly hair brushing his beardless chin, he was so carried away that he began to suck her pink, puckered asshole, feeling her leap at the contact, feeling the sharpness of the vibration around his nervous cockhead increasing.
There was, by now, a great flow of cum juice from Faye's snatch. She was naturally hot, and sucking boyish pricks made her hotter, especially one so richly flavored as Keven's. And besides, she knew he had almost twenty-four hours to rebuild his load, to restock his seminal reservoirs. And most of all, she was enraptured by his sucking. He seemed to have been born with a gift for sucking a woman's pussy, she thought, naturally sensing the hot spots, knowing where to lick and when to suck. And what in the world was he doing to her asshole?
This was something that very few boys ever did, probably because, with them, cunt was so much the main idea that anything else seemed perverted. But not Kevin! He was ramming his tongue deep into her rectum, reaming it out until she could almost have fired a blasting orgasm just from having her asshole tickled and tongued.
She could feel the tension mount in the prick which was cramming her throat, could feel it swelling to an even greater size. In a burst of passion, as the boy pulled his loins back and brought the slick red head back to her mouth, she got her small, strong hand around the stem and sucked the head as if it had been a large, ripe plum, holding it between her pursed lips while she tried to raise the jism from his balls.
It was enough. She heard and felt Kevin's roar as he yelled into the sensitivity of her cunt: "OH, MAMA, GO GOOD! SUCK IT, MAMA FAYE! OH, HOLY JESUS! TOO MUCH! TOOOOOOO MUUUUCCCHHH! OH, GOD! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And, as the richly nourishing cream shot hotly into her mouth, giving her all the flavor and protein goodness in a series of hard shots, it pulled her up into the spiralling wave of orgasm that had been rising, deep in her belly, to a peak of burning hot sensation.
"SUCK MAMA, BABY!!" she cried between gulps of his spurting jism. Another suck, then the cry: "SUCK MAMA!" Over and over as the ripples of fire rose and lapped against her inner self, in her fuck channel, in her rectum, around her womb.
They were a tired and jism-greasy pair when the flames of lust subsided in each of them. There were drops of thick, opaque semen at the corners of Faye's mouth, and a drop or two had, somehow, fallen on one of her big, blood gorged breasts, which looked twice their usual generous size.
She held Kevin's prick in her hand respectfully, swallowing reflexively as she gazed at it with eyes slightly glazed by passion exploded, by lust satisfied.
For a moment, mainly for her own pleasure, she sucked on his nuts, crusted with sweat from riding his motorbike over to this side of the creek. There was a beautiful rankness of taste and smell that hung around his crotch, and she remembered that he had sucked her asshole as they struggled in love's throes. It made her take another gulp at Kevin's ball sac, made her curl her tongue down, forcing into the almost hairless asshole, licking delicately around that high smelling area.
Kevin, surprised and pleased by this unexpected pleasure, squirmed and giggled, dabbling with his fingers in Faye's cum-soaked twat and its matted hairs. But, now that the primal act was completed, he wanted titty, and he wanted it with the same single minded desire that a nursing infant would feel.
He slithered around like a trained seal, and met Faye's eyes in a steady, understanding look. You sucked my asshole and I sucked yours, he thought. Whatever flavor was on her lips, it was his flavor, and he proved his manhood by kissing the older woman with open mouth and probing tongue, loving the way her legs opened to let him lie between them.
Faye put her arms around him and moved her hands down between his buttocks, fondling the balls she had sucked only minutes before, enjoying the feel of having a grown boy lying on her belly, his warm presence solidly between her thighs.
She kissed him again and said: "Get up, lover. I imagine you had breakfast before you came over, but I'm starved. Even that big load of your sweet jism isn't enough for a hungry lady, much as I adore it."
The boy, triumphant at having once again proved his manhood, and intrigued by the thought that this grown up lady seemed to depend upon him for cock, mentally strutted as he watched the naked Faye prepare her breakfast. And once again, the rank thought came into his mind: I can fuck her in the ass, or anywhere else I want to, daytime or nighttime, indoors or out. It was heady fare for a boy his age.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That was a happy Saturday. She put on shorts and a halter and went outside with Kevin to show him what she especially wanted done.
She also showed him her pool, one that had been constructed while her father was alive, and in which she took much pleasure.
She spent most of the time nude, while she was in the house, and would have gone naked in the yard except for scandalizing the neighbors across the street.
She was aware of the boy over there, the sweet lad called Roddy, and she asked Kevin if he knew that the Mack family had moved across the street.
"He's a pretty good kid, Roddy is," Kevin declared. "He's on the football team, same as Old Tracy Farr." He blushed, and it gave Faye a quick little twist of life in her cunt. He and the Farr boy were surely plotting to get some of her pussy for Tracy, she thought, and was touched and amused.
During the day, when she so often had the sweet, serious Kevin between her graciously molded thighs, or gratefully sucked his cock, she thanked her stars for the opportunities she got from her selling job.
She showed Kev the contents of the brief case marked with a tiny white X on it, the wildly provocative magazines, with their sprawling, lecherously posed photographs of men and women, boys and girls, engaged in every possible sexual aberration. She let him figure out for himself that this was her bait for young boys, and hugged him to her warm body when he guessed it.
"But you found me already ready," he laughed. "Geez, I'm so glad you got me before I could jerk off!"
He moved down along her body-they were on a wide sofa in the living room-kissing her tits, her belly, the upper part of her slit, and, finally, right between the parted lips of her sex.
She thought of the boy, Billy Dewitt, the tough road kid, and of how competently and surely he had fucked. I really felt a genuine affection for him, Faye thought, and a tear or two blinded her momentarily.
She moved her thoughts away from him and asked Kevin about his friend Tracy Farr. "I'm calling on his mother Tuesday," she said. "I understand I have you to thank for the suggestion."
If Kev was flustered, he didn't show it. "I knew mama liked your stuff," he said solemnly, "and she's a good friend of Miz Farr. I suggested it."
Of Tracy, he spoke more enthusiastically. "He's not as tall as I am, but he's the strongest guy on the football squad," he said. "He's the easiest guy to get along with that I know. And coach says he's the best offensive tackle in the conference."
Faye had a bright vision for just a moment. An entire locker room filled with stalwart boys, all naked, hot and sweaty and fragrant from their workout. Right in the center of them were big Kevin and Roddy Mack, their fucksticks hanging, long and relaxed. There was another kid there, shorter than Kevin or Roddy, but with big muscles. His cock was longer and thicker than any of the others.
The vision made her cunt seem to open and close with a peculiar fever, and she turned to Kevin, kissing him with her tongue, frigging his fat cock up and down.
In the afternoon, they swam in the pool, rubbing against each other, and Kevin, ever bolder, slipped his hand inside Faye's bikini panties, forcing one long finger into her hot and juicy pussy.
So, when he went home, the chlorinated pool water had washed away most if not all of the cunty fragrance his mother had come to expect the last few days, he had fourteen dollars of Faye's money, too, and, since he was an industrious kid, had mowed most of the acre that constituted Faye's yard.
It was, indeed, a happy Saturday. Especially when, around eight o'clock, Faye's phone rang and an apologetic voice said: "Oh, Miz Logan, I'm so sorry, but I just can't keep my appointment with you Tuesday."
It was Tracy's mother, but, after some conversation, Faye suggested Sunday-"Normally I don't work on weekends, but for a new customer, of course I don't mind," said Faye-and Mrs. Farr was delighted. And Tracy, listening, was also delighted. Both he and Faye had been thinking it was a long time until Tuesday.
It was marvelous on Sunday. Young Tracy was not only a pleasant kid, he was also, as Kevin had said, a stocky, strong-looking boy, and Faye saw that he had a sizeable lump of meat in the crotch of his jeans.
His mother introduced him, and Tracy held on to Faye's hand a great deal longer than the average sixteen year old would have done, which made her pulses race through her warm body, made her cunt feel open and wet and itchy.
She almost fucked herself silly with the dildo that night, and went about her business Monday, her mind on three o'clock.
And Tracy, for once, hurried home from school.
"It always works," Faye ,muttered to herself with a chuckle, watching the boy striding along the walk. She thought of Kevin and his suggestion, thought of how lucky she was that one contact so often led to another. This time, it should be easier, for she knew there had been conversation between Kev and Tracy.
She took the X-marked briefcase in with her, though, for its magazines with their horny pictures made such a great ice-breaker.
She was not as flushed with heat as she had been with Kevin, and not the slightest bit embarrassed when Tracy answered the door.
"My mom's not home," he said, "but come on in."
"I remember now, your mother said she worked three days a week," she said. "Well, it's all right. I'll show you some samples of King for a Night. It's a very sexy cologne for men and boys, since I'm here. But first," and she tried to look strained, "may I use your bathroom? I must have had too much coffee this morning," and she winked at the boy. "You know how it is. Women have to go the same as men. Although it isn't as convenient for us as it if for you lucky old boys." She smiled at him in a just-between-us way, and made a pretense of holding her thighs together in her urgency.
It was a ploy she often used in this situation. Telling a young boy that you were going to take a piss inevitably conjured up a picture of your pussy. It was an act of intimacy, leading to the ultimate intimacy.
After the boy had automatically replied: "Down the hall, first door on the right, light's on the left as you go in," Faye opened the briefcase and said: "Go on, Tracy, and look at the catalogs if you want to. There's some nice stuff for boys in there. And don't hurry. I feel as if my makeup is coming off."
Young Tracy whistled when he saw the cover of the first "catalog." A man, standing behind a naked woman, was squeezing one of her large breasts. She had turned her face back to him and they were kissing in a rather strained position.
And from that point on, he was entertained by picture after picture of lewdness and lechery. To his embarrassment, since he had wanted to stay cool, he felt his cock getting hard. Seeing the blonde cunt of one of the pictured models, spiked on the big tool of a male, he thought of Faye, and realized this was no accident, that she had counted on his reading the magazine.
He was so wrapped up in the raunchy magazine that he didn't hear Faye come in. And for her part, she was overjoyed to see what he was doing, to note the rise of hard meat along the legs of his slacks.
But she had a role to play.
"Oh, dear," she said in a choked whisper. "I'm so sorry! I picked up the wrong briefcase. Now you'll know what a terrible woman I am, my mind filled with such things." She laid her hand on his bare forearm in a mute plea. "I hope you won't feel it's necessary to tell your mother what a wicked person I am!"
The boy was suddenly relieved. I wondered how she'd do it, he said mentally. Boy, is she ever good at this.
He turned toward her so that she could see his hard-on bulging in his slacks. "See," he said, "I'm the bad one. Just look at that! Oh, I just don't know what to say."
Faye eyed him narrowly for a second or two. Was there a touch of comedy in what the boy said?
She wasted no more time, this had to be make or break.
She took hold of the hard appendage in his pants, looked him in the eye, and said: "Oh, ho! You are as bad as I am! Tell me, did you like those pictures? No, don't tell me. I can tell from your prick that you do. And now, I'm going to take a chance on you, and let you know just how bad I really am." She was squeezing his cock gently, feeling it getting harder and harder, and she said wistfully: "Please, Tracy, let me take him out and kiss him. Did you ever think you'd have that-a lady kissing your peter? Sucking it is what I really mean. Does the idea turn you off? Some strange lady sucking your peter?"
"No, ma'am!" The boy was very positive, almost defensive. "I've-well, what I mean is, I know about it. It's all right."
She had been working on his belt and zipper as they talked, and Faye, after his zipper was down, reached in to find the fat, hard prick. Whew! she thought. This is better than I expected.
Her senses were alert. He was about to tell me something, she said in the silence of her mind. Oh, dear! I wish we could level with each other!
She jacked the soft, thick foreskin back and forth, watching in fascination as the swollen, dark red head appeared and disappeared.
Without asking again, she fell to her knees and took his big cock in her mouth. It seemed larger than Kevin's or Roddy's; larger, even, than that of Billy, who had left her. And the taste was out of the world. She pushed the skin back and burrowed with her tongue under it, getting a few semi-solid bits like a milk cheese, which she crushed against her teeth with her tongue.
It seemed strange, but the boy did not laugh or moan or show any signs of surprise. She had the very strange feeling, once again, that she was being made fun of, that this kid knew exactly what he was doing. But if he's kidding me, he's kidding Kevin, Faye thought. I couldn't be wrong; Kevin thinks this kid is as much a virgin as he is-or was until Thursday.
But her pleasure in having the hard core of muscle in her mouth, with its outer skin so soft and thick and supple was too keen to leave her thinking long about other things. After all, she was certain that Kevin had known she would go for Tracy's cock. There could be no mistake about that. So, what more natural than that he should tell his friend what he had gotten, tell him what to expect? It was a harmless and expectable conspiracy between two teenage boys.
She stood up suddenly and hugged the stocky kid against her warm body. "Okay," she whispered, "we don't have to fool around. Kevin told you what to expect, so now you know he wasn't kidding. All we have to do is go in your bedroom or your mom's bedroom. As a matter-of-fact, this shag rug looks good to me!"
The boy laughed delightedly. "Gee, you're some sport, Miz Logan! Sure, Kev told me what you might do, but I didn't believe it until you showed up this afternoon."
He made a fucking motion, driving his hard cock into her belly, and Faye said: "You have a lot of knowledge for, uh, such a young boy." She had been about to say "for a virgin boy," but had caught herself. Besides, she wasn't sure he was all that innocent.
She pulled his head down to her breasts, resting so free and loose in her dress, completely unbrassiered, and said craftily: "Do you like to suck on a lady's titties? Do you think that's nice?" Not "Would you like," but "do you like."
When he answered firmly: "I sure do!" the issue of his so-called virginity became more obscured. Oh, well, the hell with mystery, Faye thought. Here's a hard cock and a boy who wants to fuck me-what do I want?
She pumped her body against the young boy's, and said: "We're wasting time. I know your mother works, but she might get off early. Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want me to get all naked, so you can look and squeeze and kiss?"
They were both panting with heat and eagerness as they began to undress. Faye turned her front to the trembling boy, who eyed her cunt with the delight of an explorer finding his life's goal.
He came straight to the woman, his young face in a smile of triumph and delight, and smashed her breasts against him as he hugged her with his strong arms. His hard cock lodged between her legs, its tip pressing on the puffy, cum wet lips of her cunt. She could feel the pressure almost as if he had gained entrance to her body, and she moaned a long, sighing moan. This was always the chancy part of seduction, the time of truth, when some boys broke and ran from what they wanted most.
They sank to the floor together, no more talk or worry about bedrooms and beds. The boy either knew something, or he was an instinctive cocksman, for he began to kiss Faye as they hit the floor, his tongue long and strong and slippery against hers.
She had time to note that he also knew what to do with his cock, for he lifted his loins, fumbled her cunt lips open with his left hand-oh, glorious feeling of certainty for a woman!-and then she felt the first stretch of cunt entry, the first drive of hot meat into her clutching twat.
She hardly needed to wiggle her butt to help him get it all in; he was pounding into her with a man's vigor, and she knew then what she had judged by eye alone, that he had a bigger cock than either Kevin or Roddy. Moreover, he was fucking into her with long, steady strokes, moving his hips from side to side, skillfully massaging all the interior of her cunt as he drove in, as he pulled out.
She felt the stretch of her vagina both at its portal and at its extremity, the boy's solid drives making her grunt as his big, hard cock slammed into her, giving her a happy sort of gut-deep pang as he struck her womb, then caromed off it to meet and strain the closed end of her fuck sheath.
To gain even more contact, Faye locked her legs around Tracy's, bringing her cunt closer to his pubic mound, keeping his balls closer against her convulsing asshole. Their bodies moved almost as one, and the youth let go her tongue to gasp: "OH, GOD, YOU'RE GOOD! YOU REALLY FUCK GOOD! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! I'M GONNA CUM IN A MINUTE! OHHHHHH! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!"
Faye was deep in her own rising tide of lust. She had never felt more totally involved in a fuck. The unexplained cool of this kid who supposedly had never fucked before, his slip of the tongue a moment ago, his expertise in fucking, and his appreciation of what she did, all gave extra bounties to her and to her heated, hungry cunt.
She could feel the big prick driving into her tender twat like a piston, seeming to turn part of her cunt inside out as he drew back, seeming to make it tighter because of his size. There was her own juice pumping out with each stroke, and this thick, clear nectar was trickling down into the opened crack of her ass, teasing her asshole with its warm, wet slide. The smells of lust were thick in the air as well as the sounds of belly slapping against belly, the rustle of bodies on the rug, and the grunts of passion.
There was an electric, tingling sensation deep in Faye's belly, and it was echoed around her clit, down through all her cuntal valley, and around her anus. The heat of the day, the musky smell of cock and cunt joined, the sharp acridity of underarm sweat filled her nostrils, and made the scene all the sweeter.
She locked tongues with the boy again, straining with her strong arms to press his chest closer against hers. Her mauled titties, once again swollen by imminent orgasm and by the rhythmic fire of hard fucking, were flattened between the two. It was a feeling indescribable, joyous, wild with fuck-flame.
When the orgasm began in Faye's guts, it seemed she would explode. There was first the fiery itch around her clitoris, which seemed to throb in a wild life of its own, then the swell of a huge heat bubble inside of her. The bubble swelled and burned and burst, and wave after wave of pleasure rose and churned in the woman's body.
The young boy was moaning steadily as he approached his climax, the broad head of his heavy cock puffed with the drive of hot blood, with the need to explode its long, slick shots of jism into the warmth and slickness of the cunt he was fucking.
When Faye let his tongue loose and screamed: "AAAAIIIIEEEEEE! AA A AIIIIEEEEE! I'M CUMMING!" the boy groaned: "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! WAIT FOR ME! I'M CUMMING, TOO! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
It hurt to feel those hot, fluid shots of his pearly seed swelling her already sensitized vagina, a precious hurt that was far beyond most pleasures she had known. Faye clung to the sweated body of her boyish lover and let the final flicker of orgasm die away around the still throbbing column of hard, hot meat that still swelled in her pussy.
She flicked a drop of sweat away from the corner of her eye and smiled weakly. "I have to tell you, baby," she whispered, "I feel well fucked. You're more of a man than a lot of men I know. Does that make you happy? To know you're a first rate fucker?"
The boy laughed, a deep, husky laugh.
"You better believe it," he said. "That's the greatest thing a guy could hear. My mom-" and his voice choked on the phrase.
"I was going to say," he began again, blushing a fiery red, "that my mom and I have a great relationship, and she tells me about sex, and what I ought to do-or not do."
"And fucking strange ladies is one of the things you ought not to do, right?" Faye asked, although her mind was racing with the possibilities hinted at in the break the boy had just made. It wasn't the first time she had run across incest, if this really was an incestuous relationship between Tracy and his mother.
She humped her loins up to meet the boy. "I hate to be the one to break up such a nice party," she said with a smile. "But I don't want to be lying here, bare-ass naked, when your mom gets home from work. I never knew a peter I more honestly wanted to keep inside me long enough to get it hard for another fuck. We'll do that some day when we have more time and less chance of getting caught. You can do that, you know-just don't ever let it get soft-keep gently moving it until you recover. OOOOOOHHHHH! Is that ever fun! Lying on a woman, with your prick getting a hot bath of your jism and my cum, all slick and slippery and hot. Here," she said, "feel this," and she worked her cunt muscles in a happy little dance on his penis, still fat and half stiff. "MMMMMMMM! I don't know what that tells you, but it tells me I'm still hot!"
"Let's do it again," the boy pleaded. "Do that a few more times, that little kiss you give me with your pussy, and I'll be ready in five minutes."
Faye kissed him tenderly. "I don't want to take any chances on losing you now that I've found you," she said honestly. "And I don't want the anger of your mother or the embarrassment for myself. Have you got wheels?"
"I've got an old Vespa. That's a motor scooter. Sort of like the one Old Boone has. Come on, Miz Logan," and he pumped his prick in and out in the slippery folds of her cunt. "That feels so good!"
Her cunt flesh clung to his cock, even with all that slick juice inside, and the friction gave her a flare of cum interest. But she couldn't take the chance. With a gentle movement, she eased him off her, letting out a groan as the filling slipped out of her pussy.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH! BABY! I hate to break that connection!" She smiled at him, now that they were on their sides, facing each other, instead of him being superposed on her.
She squirmed down and gobbled his fat cock, just as she had with the other boys. It was such fun to teach them this very special little act of love. And it almost always suggested to them that they do the same for Faye. Almost a foregone conclusion, and it was so in this case. She immediately felt her cunt warmed by Tracy's lips pushing their way into the slick and vein reddened channel of her sex, a finish as heavenly as she could have asked for a heavenly afternoon.
Her dressing was simple-pulling her dress over her head, pulling up a pair of white nylon panties, and slipping on sandals.
Expertly, she helped Tracy get dressed, zipping up his slacks as a last office, and kissed him hard, enjoying his tongue and the pressure of his hard chest against tits and belly.
"Wash your face, dear," she said. "And your hands. You don't know it, because you're immersed in it, but you've got the odor of my cunt all over you! And we don't want to excite your mom's suspicions." And I'm sure your mama knows the smell of cunt, she said mentally, especially a strange and unexpected cunt.
"Now," Faye added, "you wash right away. And if, by any chance, I run into your mother, going out, my story will be that I was in the neighborhood and stopped to leave her a catalog. Not the one you looked at, baby," she grinned. "This one," and she handed him a full-color brochure.
She was lucky, and she knew it. She hadn't driven a block before she saw Dorothy Farr walking along from the bus stop just up the street. Dorothy didn't see Faye, but marched along with her dark, good looking head held high, her long, full, lovely tits rhythmically bouncing inside her dress.
Thinking of how much warmth and delight there must be in that dark and no doubt willing pussy, Faye whispered: "If you are getting it from your mom, Tracy baby, you couldn't ask for better. Unless," and she winked at herself in the rear view mirror, "you were getting it from me!"
It was a pleasant drive back across Fricken Creek, and through the old, tree lined streets of Holbrook's Old Town.
Faye counted her blessings.
There were two of her "students" who, she knew, were breaking away from her. And she never hung on to a boy who had tasted the sweetness of a young girl's lips, either set of them. It was against nature. There were a good many older boys who still were glad to come and haul her ashes for her, but they might or might not be available.
But now, she had three brand-new ones, and all in a matter of less than a week.
There was Kevin, who now had an excuse to steer his small motorbike up her driveway at any time. A legitimate excuse. Eventually, of couse, in spite of his running into the house at Faye's urgent calls, he would get the lawn mowed. But there were other things to tell his mother-yard work, helping build a small lath house. "Or I can use something different, say I'm going to Tracy's, or somewhere, he had said Saturday. "It's not really right for you to shell out two dollars an hour when all I'm doing is lying in bed fucking you. Or standing up in the pool, or with you leaning over the mower." He had grinned, a very composed, adult grin, and Faye was almost startled at the ease and aplomb he had gained in so short a time.
He'll be telling me what to do before long, she told herself, and shivered. It was so marvelous to see boys gain confidence, turn into men, and know in her heart that she had helped to speed that growth and maturity. Me and my hot old cunt, she thought with a smile, happy that her body had meant so much to so many young boys. "Knock on wood," she said aloud, rapping her knuckles against the wood grained paint of her dashboard.
And there was the delightfully well grown Roddy Mack, so handy to her. Unfortunately, he had to fear the eagle eye of his mother, but oh, such a lovely piece of peter!
And now, sturdy and strong and just a wee bit of an enigma, there was the tough and competent fucker, Tracy Farr. Him and his mom! What a source of spicy guessing!
An inventory of good fortune and good fucking. But there was one touch of sadness in her recent memory.
Billy Dewitt.
How manly he had been, how mature in his reactions. His taking of her money was a hurt. "I would have given it to him gladly," Faye said aloud. "Oh, God, let him come back soon!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Perhaps it was inevitable that such a perfect balance of need and fulfillment, of demand and supply, could not remain stable for long. And Faye always thought that it might well have been her fault, that she could not keep her marbles in separate sacks.
She would lie in her bed on her back, the dependable old dildo throbbing and buzzing in her cunt, and dream of new ways to enjoy her young boys.
And two of her boys were, in their own manner, trying to dream up new ways to enjoy the bounties of Faye's generously formed body, its big breasts, its cute, rounded stomach, the hair-covered notch at its base.
"We've got to get her when we're both there," Tracy said. "Just straight fucking and sucking is fun, but it gets old." He looked much older than his sixteen years as he said it, and Kevin was faintly irritated.
"For a guy who never had any pussy in his life until a few days ago, it strikes me that you're getting pretty choosy," he said rather sourly. "I go and get you fixed up with a woman who's willing to fuck any way, any time, and that's not good enough for you. You act like fucking and sucking was old stuff to you."
Tracy, who could have said: "Yes, that's absolutely true," once again felt the hampering fact that it was his mother who had kept him supplied with all the sex he could use. Or eat. Much as he would have appreciated the prestige it would give him with Kev-since, after all, his mom was a well built, good looking woman-he couldn't let it out.
He thought for a few minutes and then said: "You've got me all wrong. I don't say that fucking and sucking isn't great, especially the way Faye does both. But you sang the words to my song-Faye'll do it any way, any time-isn't that what you just said? Well, why don't we ask her to try a few new things?"
His young voice picked up a little tempo. He was excited.
"Why can't we all fuck together, for instance? Can't you and I and Faye all fuck together?"
"She's only got one cunt," Kevin answered, but he almost smiled. Old Farr was getting into some interesting territory.
"Sam Parker told me that he and Gary Campbell took one of the Simms twins out to Fricken Creek Park a couple weeks ago. At night. And she went down on Sam while Gary fucked her. Dog fashion. And she was crazy about it. Sucked Old Parker off while Sammy fucked her. Then they took turns sucking her out. God damn! It gave me a hard-on, just listening to him."
And a light went on in Kevin's brain.
He had been a little bit jealous of Tracy's sudden and overwhelming heat, and the way Faye reacted to it. Hell, it seemed to him, sometimes, that Old Farr acted like he was the experienced cocksman, whereas it was he, Kevin, who had first ploughed that field of cunt, and who had fixed Tracy up. But now, he saw a way of reasserting his prior claims.
"Okay," he said smoothly. "Why don't you ask Faye? Why don't you tell her what you've got in mind? Maybe, like you say, she'll do it any time, any old way."
It was a bluff, but it worked in a way to bring joy to Kevin's young heart.
"The hell with that," Tracy said quickly. "You're the head man with Faye. She might slap my face and tell me to blow and not to come back. Nix on that, old buddy. Listen, Kev," the stocky boy said earnestly, "I know you turned up this piece for us, and I owe you something for it. You're the only one to ask her."
Greatly mollified, Kevin slapped the Farr boy on the back.
"Okay, then, partner," he affirmed. "As long as you know who's the head stud around here. But I've got a better idea."
He paused, and smiled as he quickly sorted out his thoughts. It was giving him a beginnings of a hard-on, too-Faye, sucking his cock while he watched Old Far slip that big cock into her pussy. Getting it at both ends at the same time! He could be squeezing her titties, too. Or sticking his finger up her ass!
It was this last idea that excited him most. And I could fuck her in the ass, too, he thought.
Aloud, he said: "Well, all right, then. I know she'll do it if I ask her. She knows we're friends. I even think she knows I fixed it for her to go over to your house that day. I did that, you know," he said, anxious to establish his leadership in this trio again.
"Hell yes, I know that," the stocky boy said quickly. "But why fuck around? Why don't you phone her now and ask her?"
Kevin rubbed at his prick, which was beginning to swell in his jeans, beginning to have that good, fucky feeling. "I have a better idea, I think," he said slowly. "If I phone and ask her, and she says no, what do we do? Nothing, right? But suppose I'm there, with her going down on my prick, and you come along? What does she do? Not a God damned thing. She'll be so hot by that time she'll take it without a word."
He paused, thinking about this bold idea. Would this be the best way? Maybe if Faye was sucking Tracy's cock and he, Kevin, slipped it to her, the plan would be more likely to succeed.
After all, he'd had this feeling ever since he'd first fucked Faye. When was it? Nearly two weeks ago. And he'd been coming around about every other day, or Faye would come for him. He knew that she also had Tracy Farr on a regular schedule. There was even, he thought, another guy. Maybe Roddy Mack. She had come to know Roddy, so why not?
He scratched his head. It was all right with him, no matter how many guys she fucked. As long as he got his share.
He turned to Tracy. "This is Friday, right? You and I can stay out almost as late as we want to. We'll go out there tonight. You and me. And you'll wait in the hedge until I get it on."
Tracy's mother was in nowhere near as good a frame of mind as her strong, stocky son, the one with the big cock and the deep love for his mother and her goodies. There was something wrong between them. Had been for over a week.
Was the boy beginning to develop a puritanical idea of life? Was his late-blooming conscience telling him it was wrong to stick his prick into his mother's vagina?
She thought of this morning. This was Evan's morning to go in to the office early. And she had made his breakfast as a good wife should, thanking her stars for this time she could have with her big, strong baby boy.
She hurried up the steps this morning, as soon as she had waved good-bye to Evan, watched their car disappear around the corner. Her heart was beating fast, and there was a stinging and pleasant itch of cunt juice leaking out of her super charged pussy. She tried to decide whether to shed her nightie in the hall, or to let Tracy take it off. Sometimes he just loved to take it off, slowly, and watch her body come into view.
She held her big, long breasts in her hands, feeling their ripe weight, the glory of fuck feeling that gathered in them. Oh, to have her big baby boy sucking on those nipples! She was so hot that, usually, she could have a little cum or two while they were just getting ready, while Tracy was sucking her tits and she was gently stroking his hardening peter. That was on those marvelous afternoons when her presence wasn't required at the store, and she could, without risk, take off all her clothes. Then, with Tracy pulling and pushing and kissing and sucking, and doing everything he could to learn more about sex, and the sexual parts and preferences of women, what afternoons they had!
Standing in the hall for a breathless second, Dorothy Farr had just a shade of doubt. Tracy either was off his feed, or something had turned him off. His mother didn't understand it.
I douche every other day, she thought. He's always loved the taste of my pussy and its juice, but something must be wrong.
It was a puzzler. If he had been any other lover, an outsider, she could have brought it to a head, demanding to know what was the matter. Another woman? Okay, that could be handled. Growing tired of her? Same thing, easy to face and handle.
But how about when it's your baby boy, and you love him as a mother and as a mistress? Only, Dorothy couldn't face words like that in her mind. She wasn't her baby boy's mistress at all, she would have told anyone who knew: "I'm just trying to help him, an adolescent boy, over a tricky and tough period."
She went into his room, her face automatically lighting in a loving smile as she saw him.
He was lying on his back, the covers kicked off, and his big peter, fat and heavy, lying across his thigh. She pursed her lips and swallowed spit which gushed into her mouth. How wonderful his cock would taste. Enfolded in that marvelous skin, so thick and soft and smooth, all night. It would have sweated, and some of those tiny, tapioca like lumps that tasted like a herring smells, would be in there for her to garner, crushing them against her teeth.
She got on his bed with no noise, so carefully that Tracy wouldn't be awakened. She always loved to waken him by sucking on his delicious cock. Sometimes he didn't wake up until she had brought him to a wild cum, all the juice of a growing boy, shooting into her mouth with the wildest abandon.
Then, how they would frolic and kiss and feel once Tracy awakened and once he realized this wasn't a wet dream but the real thing.
She knelt by his side and lifted her nightie over her head. If he had been awake, he could have enjoyed doing that for her, but this way he could see and touch and finger her cunt, could lick it-and all around it-if he waked up in time.
She nestled into the most comfortable position, right alongside Tracy's sturdy body. He had a few light hairs on his legs, a promise that he would, at maturity, be virile looking with plenty of body hair. She quivered with excitement, thinking of that day. Would he still love his mom in their own, very special way? She hoped he would marry a nice girl, but she had grown so used to his peter. Depended on it, as a supplement to the diminishing rations of hot cock furnished by Evan.
Barely touching his warm cock-she was so close she could see the throb of the big blue vein along its top-she got it between her lips without awakening him.
Glory to God! It began to throb in a minute or two, as she began to suck it, rolling the foreskin back with her tongue as any experienced cocksucker does, to get at the cream and cheese hiding in the moist, tiny wrinkles in the cloak of skin.
But, no matter how hard she sucked, it did not get hard. And it had a peculiar taste to it, too. Like her own cunt, only less aromatic. Or was that her imagination?
And here it came, the impossibility of a showdown with your son. How could she ask: "Have you had your lovely cock in some biddy's pussy?" She couldn't. But then she realized that it might be something normal and natural.
She held his fat cock, so warm and tasty, in her mouth, occasionally running her tongue around the head. In the meantime, she was so hot, and her cunt was so stretched and opened by her elbows-and-knees position that a flood of cuntal drippings oozed out of her, running down her legs, some of it gathering, she was certain, in the dry hair normally above her cunt.
They had been lucky this week. Tracy had come home early on Tuesday, and he had been-what? Almost indulgent with her, in the same way a guilty husband brings home a dozen roses after he's had a little outside nookie. But he'd been great.
They had fucked three times, although they ran the last one awful close, and Tracy was just finishing his third cum when they'd heard Evan's car in the drive.
And, since she knew Tracy would be knocked out in the morning, she had not gone upstairs as soon as Evan left as she had gotten in the habit of doing.
Now, with her cunt so itchy-hot with need she could have screamed, she wondered if she had weakened him on that day, or given him cause to grow tired of fucking. This terrible thought shook her, but she simply could not accept it. A sixteen year old boy, already tiring of cunt? Silly! Especially when it was so freely given, not just a matter of simple lust, but of love.
She let his warm cock slip out of her mouth and sucked up the last drops of his cum.
She was still in the same position, her open and wide spread rump showing her fat cunt protruding out between her buttocks as though it begged for a kiss. She was hoping that her big baby boy would awaken, see the hidden beauty of her cunt, spread open just for him, and slip his long, thick fingers into her. Oh, God, how marvelous it would feel!
But she must have hurt his tender balls some way, for he had awakened with a start, groaned: "What the hell!" and had been very cross with her.
"Geez, mom, you nearly ate the skin off my prick," he had said, when, after all, she had only sucked it softly and sweetly.
Oh, they had made it up very quickly, especially when she had said, with tears in her eyes: "I just wish you could explain to mother, just what it is that I have done? Why you don't want me any more, like you always have."
He had been contrite, and sucked tongues and played with her cunt while she slowly frigged him to a big hard-on. And he had fucked her so well, just as if he were trying to learn new ways to make her feel his tool all through her pussy. But it was strange, the way he had reacted, and she decided that, maybe, they had been fucking too much, too often.
But she could not help worrying about it, finishing off her last hour or two at the drug store on this Friday afternoon. She slowly ran her tongue around her mouth, up outside her front teeth, under her upper lip, and even down under her tongue, along the structure of her gums. That was where her big baby son's jism gathered when he shot his amazing load.
To think of her baby boy's lovely young nuts being able to produce sperm in such quantities delighted her. "So manly," she whispered to herself as she leaned against one of the cosmetics counters, thinking of Tracy.
Well, if it had to be this way, with her having only a once-a-week crack at her son, so be it. At least this way, she could be sure to let his cream build up until it almost choked her, as it had done for two years, now. Excepting, of course, these last seven or eight days.
She had to close her eyes to keep stinging tears from squeezing their way out of her eyes. It was just terrible to think that this might be her fault, that she might been so greedy for her son's cock that she had burned him out on sex at such an early age.
CHAPTER NINE
If it had been a day of doubts and fears for Dorothy Farr, it had been just the wonderful opposite for Faye Logan.
If anything, she was suffering from an embarrassment of riches-Kevin, with the broad shoulders and curly hair, then Tracy, with his strong body and long, thick prick. And finally, the tall kid from across the street, Roddy Mack, whose only problem, really, was that he lived too close. Both he and Faye, in their brief and rather infrequent visits, had to run the risk that his mother might either see him at Faye's, or suspect him of it.
It titillated Faye to build her own conclusions on the real motives behind the mother's preoccupation with the boy and what he might be doing. She knew that most mothers feel a twinge of envy and anxiety when their sons grow old enough and big enough to go out after girls. She also knew that there was a strong flavor of incestuous sexual rivalry in those bitter images the harried mothers fixed on girls who intrigued their sons.
Faye had it pretty good, and was grateful for it. On any given night, she went to sleep in the comfort of having been well fucked on that day. Sometimes, when things worked right, it might be two times. Or even three.
Like Kevin immediately after school, since the fiction of his doing "yard work" was still a viable passport from under his mother's maternal wing. What a lovely thing it was, in the heat of an early fall afternoon, to go out to the pool and fuck standing up, when the top of his hard cock seemed to raise her on tippy-toes as it pressed so gorgeously on the upper limits of her cunt. So close to her clit! Oh, gorgeous boy!
Thinking of him on this marvelous Friday afternoon, she knew he would probably be waiting at her home when she returned. The very thought of that hard, hard peter, lifting her in the water, made her shiver with anticipation, made an itchy little crawl of cunt juice ooze out between her thick, blonde-furred outer lips.
"Baby," she said to herself as she headed home across Fricken Creek, "you're as close to having it made as you're ever going to be. Whoo-ee! Three lovely kids, and many, many happy returns of the same sort of luck."
She could have hugged herself.
Jeff Baines, a boy who had been rather easily seduced but who had swiftly gone on to young girls, had stopped her today in Holbrook, and had said wistfully: "I sure do miss those good times we used to have, Faye." How about that? It meant she could still have Jeff when she wanted him, and he was a lovely fuck.
Another name clouded her mind for a moment-Billy, the tough young kid from the road, who had spent most of a night with her. But it hurt to think of Billy so she put him out of her mind. After all, she had Kevin, Tracy, and Roddy. And there were always her "old grads" like Jeff Bains. And new ones yet to meet. Oh this was, indeed, a wonderful life, and Faye duly appreciated it.
She got home early, a little after three o'clock. This was the day she expected Kevin. If he didn't show, she would try to attract Roddy. The hell with his mother!
She didn't take a shower, but put on her bikini and went out to the pool. It was a hot day, and the water felt cool and invigorating on her smooth, warm skin.
As she turned around after swimming one length of her pool, her heart leaped. She had been right-here was Kevin, and she thought she could see the outlines of a hard peter in his jeans.
"Come in, darling," she called in her soft, clear voice. "I want to feel that big thing I see in your pants. Have you been getting it ready for me?"
The boy laughed happily. "I don't have to get it ready for you, Faye," he said. "I just think about you, and about your pussy, how good it feels and how good it tastes, and I'm ready, all at once. Here," he said, "I'll show you!"
And with one long, smooth gesture, he ran his zipper down and produced the big, hard peter that Faye loved so much. Not as big as Tracy's, but Tracy had a cock like a grown man.
He came to the edge of the pool and sat down while he took off his shoes and socks, while Faye took hold of his cock and slowly, softly, jacked the loose, thick foreskin up and down. When he had his shoes and socks off, he slipped out of his jeans, then pulled his knit shirt over his head. He glanced at the enclosing hedge, then grinned.
"I can't get used to the idea that I'm safe here," he acknowledged. "I keep expecting someone to come out from behind that hedge and put me in jail."
"Silly!" scoffed Faye. "Sit right there and put your feet in the water, and I'll do something to get us both arrested. If anyone like a cop came into my yard without permission, which they won't."
It seemed like a picnic treat to Faye as the tall boy sat, leaning back on his strong arms, and she went down on that big stalk of peter which rose, trembling and red, from his lap. There was a richness of odor and taste that sent her senses whirling in response. There existed such a strong tie between all parts of her fuck system that one part heated the other. Swallowing that beautiful pecker caused fuck heat to run all through Faye's generously formed body. When she felt his big cock twisting in her throat, it sent flashes of heat twisting through her cunt.
And to the boy, this good looking woman with the strange buildup of heat was closer to him than his mother.
"Suck me, baby," he whispered. "Oh, God, Faye, that feels good! Don't make me cum too quick, hey? I want to feel it and feel it and feel it! Whoo-eeeeee!"
He put one of his bare feet between her thighs and felt her warm, slippery cunt with his toes. It gave Faye a gust of fuck pleasure, so sweet and strong that she let her weight go and clung to Kevin's legs.
Slowly, wiggling her body to keep the toes tickling in her cunt, she slurped her way back and up off the big cock, now getting red from Kev's heat.
"Keep doing that with your toes," she whispered. "OOOOOOHHH! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT, BABY! UMMMMM! OHHHHH! OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH! CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY!"
Her body gave a violent heave as she lunged up out of the water, losing the boy's toes for a moment, then settled back.
"OH, GOD!" she screamed, and then made a long, loud wail: "AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE!" Her body was now jigging up and down in the water, up and down on the toes of Kevin's right foot. He stared at her in wonderment. He knew enough about sex to know that some women loved it more than others, and now, seeing Faye react to his toes in her slot gave him new respect for her, and new interest in her body.
She clung to the boy's knees, shaking, and shifted her hips to retain his foot between her thighs, his big toe at the portal of her vagina. Then she looked up at him with a quick smile.
"That was just so lovely, I couldn't help screaming," she said. "I just get so hot when I suck your dear prick! Just the touch of your foot made me cum!"
She began to suck his cock again, and young Kevin, jolted into a higher plane of sexuality and heat by Faye's screaming, began to close his eyes to keep his mind blank. He wanted to cum and he wanted to wait, and the steady friction of Faye's tongue and lips on his dick made the sperm seethe in his nuts, made the fuck-itch swell in the head of his cock.
"OOOOOOHHH! TAKE IT EASY!" he choked out as she went down on him so thoroughly that cock straightened out her gullet and went down her throat.
He put both hands on her head, one on each ear, and jerked her from side to side, playfully, then lifted her off it.
"Don't you know what it does to me?" he asked. "Sucking me off so beautifully, and all I have to do is sit here and look at your beautiful tits, wiggling my toe around in your wonderful, tight, slippery cunt! Wow! If I could only suck your titties and your pussy all at once, or fuck you and have you sucking me at the same time!"
"Or," Faye said, smiling, "if you only had two pricks, and could stick one in my mouth and one in my pussy at the same time."
A wave of triumph rose in Kevin's breast. Not only would she do whatever he wanted, she seemed also to anticipate his desires. And thinking of his pal Tracy, hanging on to Faye from behind, sogging his cock into her while his hands squeezed her titties, brought the simmering jism in the boy to a boil.
He grabbed Faye's head as she went up and down on his cock, and she knew by the quick, hard jerk his peter made that he was about to pour his rich seed into her mouth.
With a gulp that almost took in his balls as well as his cock, Faye got his foot between her legs again, wrapped the open part of her cunt around his toes, and sailed off on a high, hard wave of orgasm. She could feel his hands on her head, trying to direct her as he wanted to be sucked, but she was beyond taking any directions from anyone.
She felt the first hard shot of Kevin's thick, warm semen lash against the back of her throat and swirl over her tongue and taste buds. It was so strong and rich in flavor that she hated to swallow it, but she had to make room for the next powerful spurt. This time, she simply held the head in her lips, getting the entire shot in her mouth, then slowly let her head down on the rigid cock, swiftly vacuuming part of the thick load down into her yearning belly.
She was cumming all the time, and while his toes were not as satisfactory as his cock, the fact that she was exploding her sexual energy in a huge, bursting orgasm, made the cock in her mouth and throat sweeter than wine and roses. She swallowed hard and continuously, anxious to preserve every drop of the rich fuck goo that poured up and out of the boy's cock.
When it was over, she clung to the boy and laid her face in his lap, her cheek resting on the big penis, still more than half hard. Her eyes were closed, and the bemused boy could see the pulse beating in the tiny veins on her eyelids. He thought he had never seen anything sweeter that he smile. He let out a long, hard drawn breath.
It made Faye open her eyes, and she smiled up at him. "You were so wonderful, you big, gorgeous lover," she said. "You had such a big load of that hot jism for mama to swallow. I don't think I'll need any dinner tonight, I'm so full of cum!"
The boy stroked her cheek, as soft as a young girl's, and thought back to a part of their wild exchanges during the suck-off.
"You said you wished I had two cocks," he whispered. "One for your mouth and one in your pussy. You said it was because it made you so hot to suck on my prick and have me shoot my jism into all over your tonsils. Isn't that right?"
"Yesssssss!" the woman purred in a choked voice. "Oh, yessss! Sometimes I wish you had four mouths, so you could kiss me and suck on my pussy and on my two titties, all at once!"
A ripple of muscular contraction shook her body, and she said: "See? It makes me so hot just to talk about it that I came a little, just then. Oh, yessss! I wish you had two cocks!"
The boy suddenly moved his legs so that his knees were on her breasts. When he pressed them together, they put a powerful squeeze, a powerful pleasure on her fuck-swollen titties.
She groaned and smiled. "Marvelous," she said. "So wonderful to have a big, strong boy like you. Why were we talking about you having two cocks?"
Kevin drew in a deep breath. This was what he had been waiting for. And counting on.
"Me and Tracy," he said ungrammatically but swiftly. "You sucking my prick, just like a minute ago-I mean, in the water-and Old Tracy fucking it into you from behind. What do you say?"
Faye laughed. "I say you're crazy," she said firmly. "I'm not some teenage chickie to go around fucking two guys at a time. What do you think of me?" Her voice was cool and withdrawn, but she was anything but cool inside. The minute Kevin had steered the conversation to the matter of getting fucked at two ends, her body and her mind had become alert. When he pressed it, she became expectant, and followed his leads right to the revelation.
The idea of it was something she had thought of, many times. But young boys are funny. Insecure, doubtful of their manhood, not able to bear the thought of a rival.
Of course, with Kevin and Tracy it would be different. After all, they were pals. And each of them knew the other was getting it into Faye on a regular basis. For that matter, she was sure that Kevin, at least, knew about her sharing her fuck-hole with the kid across the street. They were friends, too, and maybe it made them all feel better to share their experiences with one another. It didn't strike her as a bad thing for them to do-just the natural desire to be accepted, to have some willing pussy to boast of. And God knows, she thought with a wry smile, I'm certainly willing.
She hauled herself out of the water, laughing. Her bikini bottom had come loose and was hanging around one ankle, so she retrieved it. Her tanned thighs looked gorgeous to the boy, big enough to be womanly, shaped like a statue of some ancient Greek beauty, and the tuft of blonde hair sticking up where the thighs joined her body was a beautiful suggestion of the hot beauty of the cunt the hairs protected.
She hugged the boy to her, kissing him, letting him have a taste of his own semen. He lifted her bikini top up off those magnificent titties and played with them.
Faye thought of his cock again, of how rankly sweet it was, of how it fitted into her mouth and throat. And of the swift fire that raced in her cunt while she was sucking but there was a question in his eyes and in his strained young face, and she kissed him again.
"I'm inclined to turn you down on your invitation. I mean, it would be fun to suck on you and have Tracy screwing it into me from the rear. I meant that, seriously. But a woman, even a woman who loves her nookie, like me, well, she hates to be used just as if she was a piece of liver. Do you know what I mean?"
She had her hand on Kevin's peter, unconsciously frigging the thick, soft skin back to show the shrinking purple head, and her mind was far away.
The boy spoke up, sounding half angry. "No, I don't know what you mean," he said. "You and I and Tracy all know that you fuck us both. If you meant what you said, that you wished I had two pricks, what's wrong with me and Tracy having two pricks? And if it's okay me screwing you today and Tracy fucking you tomorrow, what makes you nothing but a piece of liver if we do it at the same time?"
He paused. He had made a long speech, and he knew he could talk too much. But he thought of one more argument.
"Especially," he said, "if you want it. And remember, I got the idea from you."
Faye leaned far down to kiss the head of his cock, but he pushed her away. It was not the way she wanted it, the two of them being angry with each other, but it irritated her, for some reason.
She slipped back into the pool and stood there, with water just up to her navel, and worked her titties back into the narrow bra of her swim suit. It gave her a moment to think, and she realized there was more sense in Kevin's arguments than in her rebuttal. Indeed, what difference did it make if she fucked the two kids at the same time, or a few hours apart? Especially if they all knew the score, and if she wanted it.
And she knew, with a most excruciating pang of lust, that she did want it, panted for it.
She heaved her way up out of the pool again, water dripping down from the matted curls on her pussy, and placed a hand on Kevin's head.
When he looked up, she saw that his flash of anger was past, and that his sweet face was as eager as it always was. He was sitting up, so that his face was on a level with her cunt, and she automatically leaned toward him, pressing the hot and open lips of her sex against his cheek.
He turned at once and got his mouth on her vulva, kissing and sucking up and down as far as he could get, while she put her legs further apart to help him.
When he had induced one glorious cum, which made her rubber-legged and caused her to collapse beside him, she kissed him hungrily, lapping up the sweet, strong taste of her pussy from his lips and tongue. , She held his cock, now getting comfortably fat, kissed him briefly, and said: "Save it for tonight!"
The happy kid at once jumped up. "You'll do it?" he asked. "Oh, that's so great! I'll go tell Old Farr about it!"
CHAPTER TEN
It could have been a long afternoon for Faye Logan.
Once she had made the decision to give the kids what they wanted-the excitement of a trio, with its many possible combinations-she had lascivious pictures in her mind constantly. Of Kevin's hard prick in her mouth while she bent her body to let Tracy Farr slide it into her cunt from the rear. And other things.
What fun it would be to have Tracy, who had the longer cock, sit on her chest and fuck her between the tits while Kevin was shoving his organ into her fuck hole. "Riding double," she whispered, out of an old memory when she was young. She could fairly taste the slimed head of Tracy's cock-after all, he would have been fucking her during the first round-as she went through her dreams of anticipated fuck-and-suck. Having Kevin grinding away in her spasming cunt while she held her big, warm titties together to make a tight slide for Tracy. And, because his cock was long as well as broad, its head would come out and up to her lips. She licked those same lips now, anticipating the evening. .
She shivered at the bright and sensuous projection, hugging her firm, smooth tits as they lay in their little bikini top.
First the big cock would slide through the smooth titty flesh, dragging just enough to hurt her a little in that highly sensitive spot, enough to give a gorgeous friction to Tracy's fat, smooth cockhead.
Then a little saliva as she took one quick suck after another at the big red head which came sliding out from the tunnel of titty meat.
She would control her titties, how tightly they would compress the boy's organ. And while she was holding them, she would naturally squeeze them hard as the cock slid through and between them, and the other cock was stirring in her guts.
She could fairly feel the jar as Kevin, pumping hard in his position between her legs, struck her cervix one sweetly painful blow after another. It gave her a sickness of sensuality, a deep, gut-wrenching pang of fiery lust as her cunt lips rubbed together.
She would have had to resort to the dildo if it had not been for one wonderful circumstance, a circumstance named Roddy.
She had not put the wet bikini panties back on, but had at last released her bulging breasts from their tiny hammock of fabric. She was holding her taut breasts, one in each hand, and squeezing them tightly. Her index finger on each hand was pressed on a nipple, driving it into the soft, heavy, pneumatically beautiful mammary flesh, wiggling the fingers to make flaming bursts of cum-fire trace their way down her belly and into her cunt.
She was rummaging among her lingerie looking for the strangely life-like dildo when she heard her kitchen door open softly and a boyish voice call eagerly: "Faye! Miz Logan! Where are you?"
Her heart turned over.
She made no effort to cover her complete and lovely nakedness. She didn't recognize the voice, but it didn't matter. It had to be one of "her boys," either Kevin returned early, or Tracy, prospecting along the same lines as his pal Kevin.
But it was the tall, skinny kid from across the street, and she had never been gladder to see a male human being than at this particular moment. And he, very obviously, was equally pleased to find her in her present state, for he already had his young cock out, and it was already throbbing in a big hard-on.
She gasped "Roddy!" and held out her arms, and the tall kid held her so tightly that his cock rammed into her soft belly. And Faye was holding his head between her hands, tonguing him deeply, and rotating her hips so that she was giving the boy a dry fuck, letting him go at momentary intervals to whisper: "Roddy, baby! How good to see you! How long can you stay? And what about your mother?"
The kid laughed and began to unfasten his belt, a chore that Faye was glad to work at, too.
"My mom's over at the big sale at Crawford's," he said. "I wanted to come over this afternoon, but I saw that, uh, someone else was here." He seemed embarrassed, and Faye found herself holding back a smile. As hot as I was, she thought, Kevin wouldn't have had to propose his trio-I would have started it myself.
But she was touched by Roddy's consideration.
"Perhaps it was just as well, darling," she said. "You're too considerate and courteous to walk in on other people."
Secretely, the boy's mind answered: In a pig's ass! If I could have watched, I would have. If I could have joined in, I would have.
When he dropped his clothes in the kitchen, Faye held his hard cock and led him into the bedroom. "Are you sure your mom's still over in New Holbrook?" she asked casually, although her heart was hammering with desire, and her cunt ached to have this boyishly erect peter twisting in her cunt.
"That's the reason I'm here, Mis Logan," the boy answered. "She phoned and said she wouldn't be home for at least an hour, maybe two hours." He was whinnying with eagerness, prancing up and down like a high spirited pony as he pawed at her boobs, dropping a hand now and then to feel her overheated cunt, which was wet all around with her fluids.
"Please, Miz Logan," he urged, "I need to fuck so bad! Oh, God, I'm about to shoot off all over you!"
Faye gripped the head of his peter, pressing hard against the underside of the head. She kissed him, patted him on his muscular rump. "Take it easy," she soothed. "You'll be all right. But I'm like you, I'm hot to get it on!"
She let go Roddy's cock and lay back on her bed. "You can suck me first, if you want to," she panted hoarsely. "And then we can fuck, or I can suck you off. Whichever you like best."
At this moment, she would have sucked him off in Crawford's big corner window, with all the ladies in Holbrook looking on.
Her legs had automatically gone back and up high, so that her cunt popped open, showing the red labia shining with juice.
With an animal growl, the skinny boy suddenly burrowed into the thick, hairy outer lips, nuzzling into them so he could mouth the slick and tender inner lips, which he had basted with his tongue and sucked in as far as he could. He was repaid by Faye's smothered cry: "OH, BABY, BABY! THAT'S THE SPOT! OHHH! SUCK IT SOME MORE! OHHH! OHHH! OHHH! GOD BABY! GOOD BOY! YOU'RE SO SWEEEEEETTT! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She would have been thrashing enough to dislodge the boy, except tha his strong arms were around her big thighs, and his long-fingered hands were tangled in the yellow cunt hair at the top of her slit. He loved the sight, the feel and the taste of this, the only mature cunt he had ever seen, felt, and tasted.
But his own needs rode him, and he got on the bed, pulling Faye's body around with amazing power.
"I want to stick my cock in your fuck hole," he groaned. "Want to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you! OHHHHHH," he cried as his cock slipped into the tight and muscle-working sheath. "OH GOD! THAT'S SO TIGHT! OH, FUCK ME EASY, MIZ LOGAN! I want to squirt my fuck juice into your pussy, but not too quick!" He was humping now, getting plenty of peter in the happy woman's cuntal opening, plunging down as her ass came up to meet his thrusts.
Right in the middle of it, he stopped and began to kiss her.
"Oh, Miz Logan," he sobbed between kisses, "You're so good! So sweet! Look, I'm fucking you real good, and just a little while ago, I was about to come all over you!"
Faye, her own orgasm hanging by a thread, held the boy's strong young body to hers and fucked slowly, carefully, to keep his hard cock slipping in her tightness, so well oiled by her flowing juices.
"You're doing great, Roddy," the woman gasped. "Fucking me so good. But I'm sure ready to spill it. If I cum, just fuck easy, don't get excited, and maybe you won't have to cum just because I do."
"I think I've got it under control, Miz Logan," the boy said in a tight voice. "Just don't go doing any of those wild tricks on my peter-you know, when your pussy feels like it's sucking me off. OOOHHH!" He groaned with the sudden intensifying of his heat. Then he bent and kissed Faye softly, letting his tongue slip easily into and out of her mouth, fucking in rhythm to it. "You go ahead and cum if you want to."
And Faye let go. She could not have done much else. Her hour with Kevin had been sweet, but it had hardly scratched the surface of her need for prick. She had sent the big boy home because her body had suddenly told her it wanted two boys at once, and she wanted Kevin to save his passion and his jism up for this evening's rendezvous.
Thoughts of it had inflamed her twat until she almost came by simply walking, with the outer lips rubbing their pink and tender inner surfaces together.
And then, just as she was turning in desperation to her old and faithful friend, the dildo, Roddy had come to her door.
Roddy, with his sweet and unmarked face in a tight grin as he fought the desire which pulled him into her back door, with his angelic smile gone for the moment as a grownup's flame shot its fire into the boy's balls.
She knew she would come in a couple of breaths, and she suddenly decided that now was the best time. Her flesh puckered around her pink and wrinkled asshole as she gathered the big muscles in her thighs and buttocks to clench the hard, slick dick of the young kid. Let him cum, too, if he has to, Faye thought. I can always suck it up for him if he wants to cum again.
She had begun to breath fast and hard until it almost became a whine of brewing passion, a wolf-like keening that made the boy fuck harder as Faye fucked harder.
"OOOOOOHHH!" The woman's high voice was keening in Roddy's ear. "FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT, AND BOTH FUCKING!!! OHHH! OHHH! OH, RODDY, HOW GOOD IT FEELS! FUCK ME HARDER, BABY! CUM IF YOU WANT TO! SHOOT MY GUTS FULL OF YOUR PALE, THICK, RICH JISM! LET ME HAVE IT, BABY! EVERY DROP!" She was cumming in a long, pounding drive that brought her to one long throb after another, one jolt of cum-lightning following another like machine gun fire.
Her belly was wet and slick with her sweat and Roddy's, and their bodies slid, one against the other, creating another kind of friction that was almost as good as having the boy's lovely peter fucking in and out of her clasping twat.
"AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE! OH, RODDY BABY, FUCK ME, BABY! MAKE ANOTHER BABY INSIDE ME! LET ME HAVE THAT JISM! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Wave after wave of black, wet heat seemed to burst far up inside her, burning its way out of her cuntal opening, until she knew she was embarked on a series orgasm which would leave her flushed and triumphant inside, so that, for the next two or three hours, she could cum just by touching her clit with a finger, or even by pressing her thighs together.
And young Roddy, carried away by the wildness and response of this mature and lovely woman, began to explode his young nuts as he bored and drilled into the yielding cunt flesh with his hard roll of meat.
First the throb, then the swelling of the cock, then the long outpouring of the slick, thick jism which lashed all of Faye's inner spots of tenderness and feeling.
The power of the boy's cumming lifted her to new heights of loving pleasure and the deep desire to give. Her body moved from instinct and memory, but her kisses were sweet with the wine of her affection, her need to share as well as to take.
The boy's groans were coming out between clenched teeth as he felt his cock swell and explode its bombshells of fuck joy.
"OH, MIZ LOGAN, I'M CUMMING!" he cried in her ear, his spit dribbling down her chin and neck. "IT'S SO GOOD TO FUCK! TO FUCK A LADY LIKE YOU! THROW IT TO ME, THROW IT UP AROUND MY COCK! OH, GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHH! OHHHHHH!"
He quieted for a moment as a new rush of hot semen sprayed out of him, and then moaned again: "TAKE IT ALL, MIZ LOGAN! GET ALL MY JIZZ OUT OF MY OLD PETER! OHHH! OHHH! OHHH!"
At last it was all over. The only feeling left in Roddy's prick was a very sharp tenderness which responded to Faye's every heartbeat. And her entire fuck system, raised to a high level of feeling by the bang-bang series of orgasm still inside her, felt a small tremor of cum power ripple through her each time the boy's spent cock gave a reflexive throb.
Faye raised her face and kissed the sweating boy, then pulled his face down to rest on hers, cheek to cheek.
"Oh, Miz Logan, you'll never know how bad I needed you," Roddy whispered, moving his softening cock just a little in the relaxed and love-slopped cunt of the woman.
She stroked his back as she would have some sleek animal.
"Yes, I do know, Roddy," she laughed. "Because I needed you every bit as bad as you needed me. My! Feel all that jism in me! It feels like a quart! You know, Roddy, there's nothing like a good, hard fuck. And yet, I love the taste and richness of cum so much that I always wish I were a contortionist, so I could get to my own twat to suck it all out!"
"Miz Logan," the boy said earnestly, "you know I'll suck it out of you and let you suck it out of my mouth. Whooo-eee! That's a hot idea! And you can, uh, sort of lick my dick at the same time. But don't suck too hard, I'm too tender!"
Her butt spiralled off the bed as the boy clamped his sweet mouth over her drooling fuck hole and siphoned out a big mouthful of his cream. It shook Faye again with a lovely cum, and she was grateful for it.
The flesh of her pussy was still alive with need and desire, and too much fucking or sucking would have thrown her into an uncontrollable fit of orgasm.
But she deeply loved the feel of the kid's sweet lips sucking his own seed from her tenderized cunt. And she loved it even more when he moved up to press his mouth on hers, and their tongues finished the job of distributing the boy's semen back into Faye's eager mouth.
And she was primed for it, too, since she had been gently sucking his sticky young cock, getting all of the thick cream that was on it, plus her own clear, sweetly arousing juice. I still wish I could suck myself, Faye thought in a dark burst of her own kind of humor. Except that I'd keep on until I died!
She kissed the boy again after his last suck at her cunt, his last exchange of fuck juices. He smacked his lips.
"Man, that's good!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure glad I had you to show me these things, Miz Logan-I mean, Faye. You know," he confessed, "I still feel shaky and scared, doing these things to a grown up woman. Lady, I mean!"
Faye hugged him to her fuck-swollen breasts. Her hand was on his cock, now as clean and sweet as a baby's little peter after the licking she had given it.
"Is it still too tender to suck, baby?" she asked the boy.
"Oh, no, ma'm," Roddy replied. "But it's getting kind of late. I sure don't want my mom to ruin this for me."
"For us, you mean," Faye said. "I love it more than you do!"
She was on hands and knees, straddling one of his long legs, with his foot sticking up right at her ass, her wide open cunt.
Because she felt such strong affection for this boy, she wanted to make him feel good, so she leaned down, getting to her elbows, to take his warm, sweet peter in her mouth. She knew it couldn't last, that she had to send him home for both their sakes, but a sudden warmth from his young skin made her blaze up in a fresh burst of heat that was very close to orgasm.
From her position, on elbows and knees, she looked up at the boy with a tender smile.
"I'll just suck it a minute, to make you feel good," she whispered, "Then I'll let you go home."
She took the swelling prick in her mouth again, loving the satin smoothness of the head and the outer skin as she worked the foreskin down with her tongue. It was so wholesome, so good, that she gave a little moan of pleasure, and wriggled her body to settle it into a more comfortable position.
To her amazed pleasure, her opened split just fitted over the boy's instep, and her thick, hairy cunt lips folded around the smooth, warm flesh and bone of his slender foot. It made her lift her butt and slide forward, then lower it and go back. Each time her mouth went down on Roddy's cock, her ass lifted. Each time she rubbed backward, feeling the delightful fire that was rising in her loins, she masturbated herself in as beautiful and complete fashion as she had ever known.
Still swinging from the peak she had reached during that long drawn out series orgasm, she felt the swell of another dark wave of cum-fire gathering deep up her cunt. The softly throbbing young prick in her mouth added to her powerful sex urge.
The boy could not cum again so soon, nor did he care. It was enough to look down his belly and see this gorgeous woman in her sweet nakedness, rubbing her wet cunt up and down on his foot, taking his cock clear back to her tonsils and sucking it with gentle fervor.
He could tell by the way her tempo was picking up that she was about to cum, and he reached his long arms down so that he could squeeze her big, firm titties to help her along.
This new burst of fuck power struck Faye just as she was at the top of her swing, her cunt wetly pressed on Roddy's foot, and it was the final fillip needed to bring her up and over the edge of her orgasm, into a dark sea of sensuality.
She clutched his prick in her hand as she began to shoot her wad, laying her smooth cheek on the boy's hairless belly.
"OH, GOD!" she screamed hoarsely. "LET IT CUM! OH, BABY, SO GOOD, SO DAMNED GOOD! OH, RODDY FUCK ME WITH YOUR DARLING FOOT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Her ass was bobbing up and down, and he could feel her cunt juice slowly running down his ankle, down and around, cooling as it got farther and farther from its warm source deep up inside Faye's loveable pussy.
When she was through cumming, and lay on his belly in boneless relaxation, he gently maneuvered her body off and set her on her back. Then, while her hands beat feebly on the bed in a final paroxysm of lust, he held her thick cunt lips apart and sucked her just as she had done to clean him.
When he dressed and left, she was still on her back, her thighs apart, her heat reddened inner lips glowing with the life of her hot body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Faye lay in that position for long, ecstatic moments, letting the warm breeze that blew in from the windows move the hairs at the edge of her cunt idly.
She got up and slipped on a robe, and prepared food for the boys who would be here soon.
"Well all be hungry," she whispered with a grin, "after we get through with all we're going to do."
And, in a bus depot in St. Louis, thirty miles away, a tall, hard-faced kid asked some questions about bus schedules and laid down his money for a ticket to Holbrook. It would be an hour or more till departure, so he went into the coffee shop.
It was not yet dark when Kevin chug-chugged into the drive on his motor scooter, and Tracy was only a minute behind him. Watching the two big kids from her dining room window, still gloriously naked, Faye laughed.
"If that high-and-mighty lady across the street keeps such a close watch on her own darling," she murmured, "what must she think about my steady visitors?"
The two boys whooped with joy when Faye let them in the back door. Kevin embraced her, squeezing her big, softly firm titties and kissing her, but impetuous Tracy immediately began to shed his clothes on the kitchen floor.
Kevin put his hand between Faye's thighs, two fingers between the lips of her sex and fingered her deeply, getting a thin, clear wash of her pussy juice on his hands.
He held the fingers to his lips and sniffed loudly, making Tracy laugh, and then made an elaborate show of licking the juice off. By the time Tracy had finished a rather nervous laugh, Kev was naked, too, and they hugged Faye between them, her big boobs getting a marvelous feel from their hard bodies.
Faye was already hot, still in the clutch of her fuck-nerves as she had been ever since her long playing orgasm with Roddy.
"It won't take much to bring me, kids," she laughed as the boys tumbled her on the bed. "I'm not sure I'm doing a smart thing, throwing a party like this, with two hard-cocked young lovers. But Kevin asked me to do it, Tracy, and I did it for all three of us. Understood?"
Kevin nodded solemnly, but Tracy, prancing around with his cock sticking out in front of him, cried out: "What am I going to do with this delicious piece of meat? I need somebody to stick it into!"
And Faye sitting on the bed, stopped him as he came by and sucked his hard peter briefly, cradling his balls in one hand.
"There, Mister, she said with a pat on Tracy's muscled ass, "That's something to begin with."
She felt gloriously expectant, as high on this feeling of certain sex as she had ever been on liquor, and put her arms around Kevin, who moved in close.
His smile was dreamy, his full underlip turned out like a little boy's, and she kissed him on his belly, just above the top line of his modest growth of pubic hair, then nuzzled her face into his smooth, warm flesh. It reminded her again of what was to come, and she said: "Why are we wasting time? Oughtn't we to be getting it on? I know this is Friday, and that you two can stay out later than usual, but the sooner we start, the more we can get done."
Kevin pushed her down on the bed, on her back, and said: "Okay, you said you'd like to get it from two guys at once. But which is which? Who gets sucked, and who fucks? First, I mean."
His voice was a little ragged, and less full of affection and respect than ordinarily, but Faye put that down to nervousness brought on by this unusual association.
"The last guy in me is a rotten egg!" Faye cried, as she turned and got on her elbows and knees. "Room for two, coming right up! Somebody lies just under my face, and gets a head job. The other gent will find a convenient hole to stick his cock in, right back here," and she touched lightly between her ass cheeks.
There was only a moment of hesitation, then Kevin looked at Tracy, a significant look, and the stocky boy leaped on the bed and rolled under Faye's face, his cock waving and throbbing.
And Kevin, whooping with anticipatory laughter, kneed his way between the woman's legs, staring at her streaming cunt.
He was almost beside himself with excitement, crazy to try it this new and raunchy way. He felt that he owned Faye, in a way. She had been so glad to do this to please him. By rights, Tracy ought to have said: "Go ahead, pal, and pick out which way you want it. After all, she's your girl friend." Still, he knew that Tracy felt some proprietary rights, too.
He was aware of every fine line of Faye's gorgeous body. Her back was so smooth. He had never noticed her back. He had seen her cunt from all angles, but he had never believed it was so close to her asshole. Maybe what Tracy had said-but no, most likely not. Old Trace was always dreaming fucky dreams.
Still, as he pushed his hard prick into the streaming closure of Faye's cunt, and it slipped in so easily, he thought J could just as well be sticking it in her ass. It ought to be me instead of Tracy.
But then the woman took her bobbing mouth off of Tracy's cock to scream: "FUCK ME, KEVIN! FUCK HARD! I'M CCUUMINGG!"
And he, marveling at how quickly all this had made her cum, bent over that gorgeous back, hanging onto Faye's titties, milking them with hard pulls as if she had been a cow.
He continued to fuck into the spasming cunt, bemused at the activity inside Faye's cunt.
She was high on Cloud Nine, feeling her guts seem to blow apart with the force of her orgasm. This business of taking on two kids at once-why hadn't she thought of it before? Then she remembered a long ago time when she had been a young kid, and this same thing had gotten out of hand.
But I'm the grown up now, she thought, and I can manage two teenage Romeos without any trouble. Still, she found the way that Tracy steered her mouth back to his prick a trifle pushy. But she thought: He's just a kid, and maybe it's too much for him, like it is for me. Maybe I had him about to cum.
Her body was tingling, but her mind was under control as she pumped back at Kevin's prick. He had not shot his load while she was orgasming, but now she thought he would. He was once again fucking deeply into her, impressing on her alert body that this evening she was vulnerable, that her lusts might go out of control and leave her at the mercy of two kids who were so fuck hungry they would be unpredictable.
The feel of the hard cock in her mouth, and the pressure of the equally hard cock in her cunt were making her a little bit giddy, feeling high above all mundane things. Except peter.
She had the odd idea that the peters, if they kept on boring into her, might meet, somewhere midway of her body. But she wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything, so she lost all fear as the inner woman expressed her needs by sucking more furiously on Tracy's prick while her animated cunt licked and pressed and sucked on Kevin's. And this time they all came at once.
She had cum so hard the first time that her pussy was still violently concerned, ready to swell and burst in another orgasm even bigger than the first. But, when Tracy's big peter swelled and hardened, and began to spew his thick, warm jism into her delighted throat, the lid blew off the kettle of cum fire blazing inside her, and she fell sideways with the shock of cumming.
And Kevin, his arms locked around Faye's firm body as he hunched and grunted like a rutting pig, fell with her, his cock now pouring forth its hot semen in one giant burst after another.
Her mouth came loose from Tracy's spurting cock, but he was after her so quickly that he lost only one long rope of white, milky cum as it sprayed her neck and breasts and face. Before he could pop another part of his big load, his dick was in her mouth again, pumping his seed into the woman's gasping mouth.
They lay still and silent for a few moments, and then Tracy, with a laugh, said: "WOW! That was so great, I feel like I could do it again in five minutes."
He squeezed Faye's titties with a rather brutal pressure, but she was on a high plane of sexuality now, too high to notice.
"Before we try that again," she said, giggling like a schoolgirl, "I think both of my men ought to take time out to eat a little restoring food."
They ate together happily, unself-conscious in their nudity, and Tracy could not seem to keep his hands off Faye's body, her tits, her belly, the bush of pubic hair above it. He tried to get his hands between her thighs so that his fingers might burrow into her cunt, but she slapped his overeager hand gently and said: "Wait till we're in the pool."
And, on the bus from St. Louis, a tall boy went up to talk to the driver about where to get off in Holbrook.
"Sorry, buddy," the man said. "Company rules. I can't stop anywhere except the designated spot-the depot in town. You can maybe find a taxi. Or you can hang around a service station, maybe catch a ride with someone going your way."
At the pool in the warm Midwestern evening, Tracy was balky.
"I don't see why we couldn't stay in the house," he said. "The way Old Kev was getting it into you looked great to me. Why out here, where I can't even see your cunt?"
Faye soothed him. "I'll turn on the pool lights," and she stroked his big prick, which was beginning to get hard again. These young kids, they were so marvelous! Ready to go again in ten minutes!
She went down the steps into the shallow end, after turning on a couple of big flood lights which guaranteed that Tracy could see every wet hair on her wet pussy. At this end of the pool, it would be perfect. She could bend over and suck Kevin's stiff prick, while Tracy could ram it into her cunt at the best angle. She mentioned this to Tracy, and he said, rather absently: "Oh, yeah, Fine. That's right, isn't it, Kev? Everything's fine?"
The tall kid dropped down to sit on the edge of the pool. He grinned at Tracy, then at Faye, and said: "Come on, Faye baby. Get to sucking while old Trace bangs you from the rear!"
Once again, there seemed to be an insolence toward her from both the boys, but again she thought: They're just overexcited.
She gladly took Kevin's prick in her mouth, and it excited her as the taste of cunt always aroused her. She sucked it gently, holding his young balls in her left hand, letting his prick go now and again to kiss him on the belly.
She felt a'cock rubbing in her exposed cunt flesh, and knew that Tracy was now hard, and she shivered at the thought of that big cock slamming into her. In this position, her cervix would be even closer to her entry than usual, but she expected the mouth of her womb to be banged around, and even wanted it, perversely.
She felt it stretching her cuntal opening, one big and lovely pain which lasted but a second, and then it was all into her, pushing and probing, seeming to hit everything in her vagina all at the same time, an incredibly arousing sensation.
She waggled her ass provocatively from side to side, feeling the big tool striking the sides of her cunt, where pricks seldom strike without help from the girl. And it went in so deep that she felt his balls scraping against the tenderness of her clitoris, exposed as it was, and just above the water.
She sucked on Kevin's responsive prick in a sort of frenzy that came from her cunt, where every nerve was sensitized to the highest possible point. She took her mouth off it momentarily to gasp:
"Oh, darling Tracy! That's so GOOODD!"
She felt the big cock slowly drawn back, and thought: Oh-oh, here it comes again. But she was fooled-Tracy took it all the way out, and the next thing she knew there was a terrible pain in her rectum.
She tried to struggle, tried to scream, but Tracy's hard hands gripped her where her thighs joined her body, so that she could not move. And, even if Kevin's cock hadn't filled her mouth, to whom could she scream for help?
She tried using the heavy muscles of her hips and back, but this only seemed to help Tracy, who seemed determined to fuck her in her ass. It was brutal, it was painful, but there was a wild and fiery joy in it, too, as the thick cock made its progress, inch by hard-fought inch, into her bowel. But the unwelcome joy only made her anger flare brighter.
She tried to aim a backward kick at Tracy's shins, but he fended her off, and she could hear him laughing triumphantly.
"Man, I've got it in her ass," the stocky boy said triumphantly. "Geez, is it ever tight!"
He plunged into her again, and this time it went in easily, since Faye no longer struggled, and her anal sphincter no longer put up its own barriers of constriction.
Faye ached internally with a vast pain, a pain far worse than any terrible bowel movement she had ever had. Her guts felt stuffed, her anus felt as if it would tear into a bloody opening twice as big as usual. But still, there was a horrible, fascinating pleasure that transcended the pain, even making pain a welcome part of this strange rape.
She had gotten her face away from Kevin's cock, but he had such a brutal grip on her breasts that she dared not move. Even the strange urge she had to fuck back, to make her injured, brutalized asshole a part of this weird event, didn't move her.
Until at last, as she felt the big intruder swell to its largest size, felt the warm flow of healing jism in her guts, she thrust two of her fingers into her sagging cunt to wring the last, best drop of pleasure from her body."
It was too much, and she screamed as loud as she could: "NO! NO, GODDAMN YOU! YOU CAN'T FUCK ME IN THE ASS! LET ME GO!"
Vaguely, through her mist of pain and anger, and the queerness of liking that which she cried out against, Faye heard the sound of running feet, and wondered whose feet, and why.
Kevin, now carried away with the arousing sight of his pal violating the shit chute of this gracious woman, had no time to wonder who or why. All he felt was a violent, shocking pain as the leather-tough street fighter kicked him in the side of his head, and he rolled back and fell. His head crashed on the flagstone deck of the pool, but it brought him no new pain. He was out of it, momentarily unconscious from the kick.
It seemed a strange time for Tracy to begin to cum, but his inner trigger had been pressed before Billy Dewitt appeared on the scene, and Faye, filled with anger as well as a sort of delightful pain, responded as her sensitive rectum felt the boy's prick swell and shoot its warm bath of jism into her.
But in that flashing moment of fulfillment when she, too, was cumming, she dimly saw the well remembered features of the road kid, and saw him leap into the pool after Tracy, who fell back.
It is almost impossible to do things rationally when you are in the midst of a heavy orgasm. Tracy Farr was a strong, tough Md, himself, but he was no match for the violence of the boy who had spent so many hard years on the road.
Billy landed heavily on Tracy's cheekbone, and the stocky boy fell in the shallows, looking stupidly as he felt his face, where a scrape of knuckles had left a thin trail of red blood. And Billy, his heart sick with anger, came to where Faye sagged on the pool's edge, and held her with the tenderness of a lover.
She had only time to gasp: "Billy! you've come back!" when Tracy, with a wary eye on Billy, crawled out of the pool and went to where Kevin was trying to get up.
But the two of them had had all they wanted of the super tough, experienced street fighter. Tracy helped Kevin to his feet, and they left without a word.
"Oh, Billy!" sobbed Faye, resting securely in the big kid's arms, "they were hurting me!"
He squeezed one big breast, kissed the woman and said: "Just give those punks time to get dressed and clear out, and I'll take care of what they missed. Lousy bastards!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Tracy Farr who crumpled first, under an avalanche of maternal questioning.
Althea Boone was inclined to buy Kevin's story of a fall off his motor scooter as the cause of the lump on the side of his head, but Dorothy Farr couldn't take the same story from her son, possibly because she had a closer relationship with him. And besides, Evan was working late, so she had gotten Tracy into bed with her as soon as he came in with the beginnings of a lovely black eye. So, as soon as she took his cock in her mouth, she tasted something strange and rank on it, and knew that her big baby boy had been cheating on her.
A call to Althea and a suggestion that her friend should tell Kevin that Tracy had spilled everything completed their work as self-appointed inquisitors. Kevin spilled whatever Tracy had left out, and the two females, their eyes glittering and their voices strained with rage, met to plan a campaign of punishment. Or, as they put it, a plan for leveling "justice" at Faye.
But they agreed that two women would not be enough.
So, they called Elise Mack, since Tracy, in a burst of tormented remorse, had told about the boy across the street, and they enlisted Ellen Bains. After all, she was the one who had recommended Faye Logan and her line of cosmetics and gifts. And she had an adolescent boy. And they added another, Jessica Love, also mother of a growing boy, Their deduction was correct. Young Jeff Bains, confronted with the question by his mother, gave in easily and blabbed his head off about his brief sex life with Faye. So did Joe Love.
So now they had five avenging mothers, and they decided they would wait until tomorrow to confront the seductress of their darling boys. All of their husbands either worked or played golf on Saturdays, so they could attack their problem without having to admit their reasons, thus sparing the boys.
It was nine-thirty when the five of them, in Althea Boone's car, coasted to a halt in Faye's circular driveway.
She had not dressed, since she and Billy had dallied in bed, making up for the fucking and other intimacies they had been missing from each other.
She drew aside a drape in the living room when she heard the sharp ring of her old-fashioned doorbell and recognized each of the five women who stood, grim-faced and threatening, on her front porch.
She turned to Billy and said: "Take your clothes and run upstairs. This is part of my past catching up with me. Don't worry, and don't come downstairs. I can take care of them."
Her anger and contempt for the five women was so great she didn't even bother to snatch up a robe, but went directly to the door in all her statuesque nudity. At least, she thought, it'll give them a look at what their boys liked so much.
But it was a mistake. The sight of the gorgeous woman, so brazenly naked, touched off additional anger in the five who were already seething. They crashed the screen door, led by Ellen Bains, a tall, big boned woman with a hawk's angry face.
Taken by surprise, Faye retreated into her bedroom and leaped upon her bed.
"Get out of my house, you goddamned scarecrows!" she cried. "You can all be arrested for trespassing!"
And, if her voice trembled slightly, it was because she saw, just then, that Dorothy Farr had a short whip, a riding quirt. And no tender woman cares to be quirted by mad women.
Dorothy sneered. "You're not so high and mighty, now, are you, Faye, dear?" she inquired. "Thought you could have your pimp beat up our boys and get away with it, didn't you? Baby, were you ever wrong!" She brandished the whip and the others broke into a babbling chorous of threats and epithets.
"Go ahead, somebody, and drag her down off that bed. Well spreadeagle her and I'll cut that big ass of hers to ribbons!"
Ellen Baines laughed a hoarse coughing laugh.
"I'll get her," she announced. "I'll drag the dirty fucking bitch out of her cave for you!"
She made a movement toward the bed, and Faye screeched at them: "First one in range gets a foot in the face! Do you want to take your teeth home in your purse, Mrs Baines?"
The woman backed away, but her face was stormy.
"Are we going to let this bitch stand off five of us?" she cried. "Get around on the other side of the bed, one of you. Or two. Then, when she kicks at me, throw her down. And Dotty can beat the shit out of her. And you're damned lucky," she said spitefully to Faye. "Some of us wanted to tar and feather you! And we still may," she declared threateningly.
Faye backed up slightly to get her back against the wall. "Okay," she said, with her full lips twisted in a snarl. "The five of you can probably take me, but someone's going to get hurt, someone besides me. And there's another thing...."
She paused and raised her right arm, and even the meanest of the women could see why she had had such power over their boys. There wasn't a really ugly woman among the five, but none had breasts like Faye Logan.
Faye let the tension build and then said sharply: "Sure, you can overpower me and maybe whip me with that quirt. It's a sorry thing, a cowardly thing, for women to do to another woman. Listen to me!
It's true I screwed your darling angels. What do you want them to be? Grown-up sissies, afraid to ask a woman, a girl, for a date, much less a piece of ass? What kind of husbands are you raising your boys to be? Casper Milquetoasts?"
There was a stir among the women, and Dotty Farr screamed: "Get her! Grab her! Let me take the hide off her big ass!"
"Just one more thing, Miz Farr, since you seem to be anxious to stripe my ass with your whip. Let me tell all of you just one more thing. When I go over south of the creek and have a lot of calls to make, I take a motel room for the day just to have a comfortable place to sit between calls. And do you know something? I learned a lot that way.
"Don't think you can assult me, five of you, and I'll keep quiet. Hell, no! I'll file a complaint against each of you. And well all go to court and let it all hang out. Everything we know about each other."
She paused and now she smiled.
"Nobody notices a stranger, but the stranger notices everybody. And I've seen at least three of my customers in motels around the noon hour. Husbands off at work, so noon's the best time for a little hanky-panky. Right, ladies?"
The hawk-faced Mrs. Baines cried: "Give me that whip! I'll cut the legs out from under her!"
But strangely, a couple of the woman said: "Wait a minute. This could cause us a lot of trouble and bad publicity."
And Faye, eyeing them jovially, said: "That's not all, ladies. I happen to know that in at least one case, it's plain old jealousy that's bringing out the bloodthirsty tiger in a desperate mother's breast. Yes, by God! And how do you like that? At least one of you is fucking her own son. Fucking him, sucking him off, playing with his pretty little cockie, telling herself she's helping her darling boy to grow up. Well, damn all of you! That's what I was doing. Helping them! So go ahead, Miz Eagle Beak Bains, and try to whip me!"
But there was no movement, by one or by all the five, to grab at Faye and haul her off the bed. Instead, they moved away, and Althea Boone said clearly: "She never saw me in any motel, and I haven't touched my boy's cock since he was five and I quit bathing him. But Faye Logan's proved to me that she's pretty much of a human being." She turned to Faye, standing naked and along with her back against the wall, and smiled. "You've got guts, Faye, and I admire gutsy women."
Dorothy Farr, her face red with shame, quickly said: "Oh, I think I agree with Althea. And even with, uh, that woman on the bed." She laughed weakly. "After all, we don't expect our boys to grow up as virgins, do we?"
And the grim-looking Mrs. Bains, who had two daughters, let out a full, loud guffaw. "I wouldn't want to bet anything on my daughters' virginities," she boomed. "One of them's twelve and one's fourteen, and I expect that some of us here in this room didn't stay cherry much past fourteen."
One of the other women laughed. "You've got something, I think. I'm ashamed that I came on this trip, and I think we all might not be too far wrong if we apologize to Miz Logan. I know I do," and she looked at Faye and smiled. "I think we may have meant well, but our motivation was all wrong."
"Does a young kid good to get his first piece of tail from an older woman," Jessica Love said hardily. She looked at Faye with her proud breasts, the rounded belly with its profusion of yellow cunt hair, and observed: "Looking at Miz Logan, I just wish I was a sixteen-year-old boy!"
"She's done all of our kids-and us-a favor," Althea Boone said. "And I not only want to apologize to her, I want to get home and apologize to that son of mine!"
In the end, it was almost like a party breaking up, except that the hostess still did not bother to dress.
But she did see them to the door. And she wondered about several things. One was the certainty she now felt about Tracy and his mother. And another was, if Mrs. Boone had never been to a motel, why was she so anxious to hop on Faye's bandwagon?
She went to the stairs and called: "Billy! Come on down!"
The hard case kid, as naked as Faye, came swiftly down the stairs and took Faye in his arms. His face was smiling, and he kissed her with delight.
"You were great," he said. "I heard it all. I wouldn't have let them beat on you, you know. But I knew you'd take care of yourself. Geez!" he cried, "You were so great!"
He put one of his hands between her thighs, moved it up to the hairy softness of her cunt, and whistled.
"Wow! You're sure gushing a lot of fuck oil, baby," he observed. He heaved up slightly, and two of his long fingers crammed deeply into Faye's streaming vagina. "Enough for me to get a meal from, and still leave enough for lubrication!"
Faye lay back on the bed and smiled.
Her big breasts lolled firmly on her rib cage. Her gorgeous thighs were spread wide, so that the shining pinkness of her inner cunt showed between the hairy outer labia. There was a muscular tremor across her softly rounded belly as a cum started up inside her pussy.
She reached for the boy's prick, pulling him gently toward her lips, and leaned forward to suck the big, stiff cock into her eager mouth.
"Get on the bed, baby," she said hoarsely.
She moved her feet out so that there was room between them for Billy to knee his way right up to her, and looked at him with her heart full of love.
Using her thumbs and her forefingers, she opened the already peeled cunt.
