There was a time a generation ago, or perhaps in the days of our grandparents, when marriage was sacrosanct. The role of husband and wife was well-defined, and each fulfilled that role knowing that their neighbors were constantly on watch for transgressions of the marriage contract. If the husband was less than satisfied with his marriage it was permitted for him to seek release through certain low-level women-but if the wife was dissatisfied, there was nothing for her to do but make the most of a bad bargain. At least she was presumed to receive some satisfaction in sexual matters from her husband's ministrations.
The role of the widow was much less happy, for there was no publicly-recognized channel of relief for her sexual energies other than that of remarriage And that done too quickly would earn disapproval as readily as any extramarital or pre-marital liaison. Our colonial forefathers had much the easier time of it, for in those days it was with winking eye and tacit approval that young men were encouraged to climb through the bedroom windows for the purpose of visiting carnally marriageable daughters.
We can particularly feel sorry for the widow in those days, for it is known that a woman can retain sexual desires even into her eighties, while many men are still potent into their late seventies. Indeed, many marriage counselors and doctors recommend the act of physical love as a way to renew an interest in living for their elderly patients.
What then of the young widow, the woman deprived in her prime of her husband's body, perhaps at the time when she most needs him? Mabel Love, the central character in Thomas Koch's fascinating study of just such a woman, is only thirty-one when deprived of her husband. She is at the very peak of her sexual needs-but during her marriage she has never been anything other than faithful. Indeed, her husband never gave her reason to be other than loyal to him; and for this reason Mabel does not know how to seek the release that she so desperately needs.
But we are no longer living in the days of our grandparents. It is no longer necessary for the widowed wife to withdraw from public life, forced to subsist only on her own inner energies, forced to go completely without satisfaction in such a necessary part of life. Social mores have changed completely during the past quarter of a century, until our parents would be shocked and even humiliated at our present lifestyle. Now it is considered natural for an adult to seek out every release necessary to mental and physical well-being. Indeed, it has even been suggested that, if present sociological trends continue as they have been building during the past two decades, marriage as a common institution and an expected way of living may soon be as old-fashioned as the butter churn. There are millions of young couples today who live together, knowing each other completely, with no intention of marrying now or in the foreseeable future.
Thus the release that Mabel needs is as close to hand as the body of her husband's assistant, Jack Hargren. And she takes every advantage of Jack, gives herself fully to him as she seeks the release her body so strongly demands. Yet she has been too long denied that release, and even the act of love is not enough for her. Instead, she turns elsewhere, seeking additional satisfaction. And it is here that she would earn the disapproval of all past generations, for she finds her further release not in the person of grown men eager to share the physical aspects of love with a beautiful and bountifully endowed woman, but in teenage boys. And not just once, with a single lad; no, Mabel Love finds that she must drive ever deeper into the depths of moral depravation as she seeks to satisfy her bodily hunger. There are six boys readily available to her, and she takes full advantage of each and every one of them.
Is this wrong? Is this the ultimate in depravity, that an adult woman should satisfy herself with teenaged boys? What harm can she do them, to their young minds?
Or is it possible that there is really nothing at all wrong in sharing of sex with the young -who are after all physically matured enough to enjoy such a relation. The author examines these questions fully in this novel, and comes to conclusion that you the reader will find both shocking and provocative.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
He was standing over her now, a bigger man than Mabel had realized. His bulk blocked out the light coming from the open door to the office, but she could see every line of his body clearly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, the thick hair curling over the straps of his undershirt, a black patch reaching up to the line on his throat where he stopped the razor when shaving. And now he smiled again as he slowly undid his belt and then his pants, kicking off his shoes before letting his pants fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, and moved closer to the girl on the couch.
Oh, Christ, no! Mabel shivered, shaking her head and sending the red curls tumbling. She knew now that this time she had gone too far with her teasing. He's really going to do it! He's going to stick his cock into me, all the way into me, and fuck me!
"Okay, girlie." His hands were on his hips, and he humped his groin toward her face, laughing. She couldn't look away from him, had to stare straight up into his eyes. "You wanted to play, I'll give you something really juicy to play with. You've been making eyes at me, trying to see my cock, since the day you first walked in here. Now take off my shorts and get your eyes really full."
"No! Please . . . "
But inside her head she was thinking other words. Yes, yes! Please-do it to me! Make me do everything you want. Christ, yes, I want to see your cock. I want to see what makes you a man. And I want you to fuck me, I want you to shove your cock in my cunt and really fuck me! Make me feel you-fuck the shit out of me!
Her tongue seemed too dry, and her lips wanted to open so those words would come rushing out. But she couldn't speak them, say them so that he would hear. Fuck me, damn it! I want it, I need it, I have to have it! Even as her thoughts were running wild with desire she cowered back into the corner of the couch, hoping that he wouldn't know her cunt was opening hungrily.
He wouldn't be put off by her coy movements. "Come on, Mabel-stop fuckin' around! Get to it!" He reached down and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to slam against his flat stomach, her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jockey shorts.
Then he laughed. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a real cock before? I suppose those kids you run around with don't know what to do with their cocks-the little boys probably still pee in their diapers. But you've got your chance with a man now! So let's see just what you can do for me."
He inhaled, filling his barrel chest with air and flexing his shoulders back so that his musculature stood out strong before her eyes. He let a bit of air out, rippling the muscles in his arms and chest, and at the same time his cock stirred with his shorts. Her eyes caught the movement and went to it, arrested.
Christ, yes! Let me see your cock! His pubic hair was as thick and black as that on his upper body, and a number of stray hairs and even a curl or two were showing around the leg band of his shorts. Mabel moved forward, the tip of her tongue darting over her dry lips, unable to take her eyes from the stirring movements of the cock as it moved out, lengthening, riding up the almost-transparent fabric of the underpants until it was at its fullest attention.
Suddenly he flexed his ass again, humping forward, and she felt the passion-fevered head touch the side of her finger. She jerked, and in the movement pulled his shorts down far enough to let his cock escape. Now she was staring straight on it, the hole in the head like a tiny vacant eye staring back at her. The head was a deep red mushroom, hiding the stem until he made his cock jump for her; then she could clearly see the heavy veins that knotted the underside of the shaft.
Then her eyes were caught by the wrinkled sac of his testicles, drawn up tight now against his growing passion. In every place his cock seemed much redder than the skin on his body. She brought up her other hand, letting the tips of her fingers approach cautiously, then stroked the length of his cock. A droplet of clear fluid welled out of the hole in the tip, and at the same instant she was aware that her crotch was damp with her own moisture.
"You like that, huh?"
His words startled her, so intent on studying his cock had she been. Now she shivered, hunching her shoulders forward so that her tits sagged down.
Do I really like this? Now she was aware of the strong odor coming from his genitals, more than the stink of sweat. The odor was acrid, musky, and should have been repugnant -but rather than disgusted, she was fascinated. Her tongue licked her lips again, then darted out a little farther, as though begging for the chance to touch that hole in the head of his cock.
Yes! She shuddered, then realized that she was slowly working the shorts down over his hips, the fabric bunching in her hands until the shorts were at his ankles and the hair on top of her head was brushing against the bottom of his cock and against his balls. His flesh seemed to burn against her as he lifted his feet for her to completely remove the garment, and suddenly she was off the couch and on her knees, her face pressed against his thigh, lips touching the wrinkles on the side of his other knee.
"Okay, baby." His hands went to her head, the fingers digging into her hair and forcing her to look up at him. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as he twisted his fingers. "Let's see how you give head."
She stared at him, not understanding, and he shoved her roughly, then pulled her face to his crotch, forcing her into contact with his stiff cock.
"Suck my cock, bitch! Damn you! Suck it good!"
Oh, no! She tried to twist away. This isn't what I wanted! I want him to fuck me! I can't do this! It's sickening, I'm going to throw up . . .
But his hands were forcing her lips to touch the head of his cock, wet with its own juices, the glans battering against her teeth. She grimaced, and opened her lips-and he saw the opening, shoving forward suddenly so that his cock penetrated her lips and ran all the way to the back of her throat.
Bastard! Please, don't!
But there was no escape; she had to suck him, had to take him all the way into her mouth even though she gagged around his cock, found it impossible to breathe. Her teeth grated the skin of his cock, earning her an angry cuff, and after that she learned how to hold her lips over her teeth. She sucked him deep into her throat, then rode back until her teeth caught on the rim of the head. And as she sucked she realized that it wasn't a bad feeling at all. In fact, it was pretty damn exciting. She worked the muscles of her ass, feeling the lips of her cunt opening and closing with each movement, longing to know all of this thing that made him a man, made him different from her.
Oh, god, baby! I love it! Is this what I've been missing all these years? Damn it, Mabel, you should have had a man doing this to you long ago! Those punk kids who wanted to stick their finger in my pussy so they could sniff my cunt smell were assholes. This is a man I'm sucking on! And I love it!
Suddenly he was pushing her away, tearing his cock from her eager lips, and she cried out in protest.
"No! Don't take it out!"
He laughed. "I knew you'd love it, once you got a taste of cock. Bitch! Now I'm going to find out what else you're good at."
His hands were picking her up, undoing the buttons on her blouse, removing that and the skirt, and then the panties that were all that she was wearing beneath them. He was awkward in his eagerness, making her cry out in pain as he twisted a nipple.
"Oh, god! Fuck me-please! I can't stand it any longer!"
"Soon, baby. Just as quick as I get the rest of these things off you-then your cunt is going to get a plowing you never imagined in your best dreams."
He bent to kiss the nipple then, making her sigh with pleasure as he sucked the erection into his mouth. She shivered. Take me, damn you! I want it now! Take me-tear my clothes from my body! Rape me, fuck me, fuck me! Now!
He was lifting her back onto the couch now, laying her on her back. Her eyes closed, Mabel sighed, then opened her legs to his touch, to his gaze.
God, my cunt is hot! I feel like I'm drowning in my own pussy juices.
Then he was over her and she rose to meet him coming down. It was as though his weight were crushing her against the worn fabric of the couch. Her arms went around him, pulling him to her, and his cock found the opening to her inner body. The head slipped through the outer portal, a firebrand that sent the message of his passion surging into her every nerve cell.
"Fuck . . . meeeee!"
He paused then, testing his position within her, and she squeezed her cunt about his cock, making him gasp in pleasured surprise.
"Damn you!" She hissed the words through clenched teeth. "Stop teasing me and do it! Do it!"
He kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips, and then lifted his weight above her, balancing himself for a minute on his arms.
"Baby, you are about to get the fucking of a lifetime!"
Then he was moving into her, shoving his cock all of the way into her, penetrating to his full length as his cock spread the soft walls of her inner passage and turned the sensitive flesh into a raging torrent of passion that set her heart to pounding wildly. Her body was burning with the fever of her excitement. He filled her completely, the outer lips of her cunt feeling the crisp cock hairs pressing against their softness, he rising up over her as he thrust even further into her, forcing his cock to its last fraction of an inch within the eager cunt.
Oh god yes! This is the way I knew it would be, the way I always wanted it. Now fuck me, damn you! Fuck me!
He was breathing heavily, working hard to maintain the pace of his fucking.
"Christ, you're deep! And tight as a gnat's ass-but deep, baby! But I've got you now. How do you like having my cock all the way inside?"
She didn't answer for a moment, and his hands went to the sides of her head, forcing her to look at him. But the only sensation she felt was not his nails digging into her, but that of his cock within her. It was expanding now as his flesh became even more engorged with his lust-driven blood. Her breath came in shallow gasps as he lowered his full weight onto her breasts, crushing them, and she tried to work against him, tried to have some control over the act, to make him meet her needs.
He misunderstood her struggles. "You don't like it, huh? Well, that's tough shit, baby! You got it, and now you're in for the ride of your life!"
She managed to force three words. "I . . . like it!"
Christ, yes! Like it? I love it! She humped against him. Stop teasing me, damn you! Fill me, fill my cunt, let me feel your cock against my intestines and all the way in my womb!
"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Fuck me, lover-fuck meeee!"
He rode her then, throwing his weight against her, his chest riding up over her breasts as his balls slammed against the ends of her ass with every finished downstroke. The cock seemed to be still impossibly growing inside her cunt, expanding until there was no other sensation in the world but the feel of his cock flesh against the walls of her cunt. Her eyes closed tight against the labor of loving him, but brilliant colors danced against the back of the lids, wild reds and greens and purples that were shapes she couldn't understand except to know they were obscene.
And now his weight seemed to force the very breath from her body, and would not let it return until the burning in her chest was so strong that she wanted to scream, his cock plunging so hard against her that there was no relief. Her ass slid over the surface of the couch, feeling the outline of the flower and vine design worked into the fabric, and every slippery inch was another explosion of pure agonized pleasure.
Oh damn! Oh shit! Oh Christ! I can't stand it any more, I can't take it any more! It's too much, too much! It's kitting me!
But aloud she cried, "Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
And then the sputtering fuse that he had lighted within her cunt came to the point of explosion, and she was carried up and into an orgasm unlike any she had ever imagined, even in her dreams. No quick sudden spurting of her juices over her fingers as she masturbated herself to sleep-this was a release of pressure more devastating even than the act of taking the cock of a man into her body. It came over her in waves, each peaking higher, shuddering her body and short-circuiting her nerve channels, and at the same moment he began to explode his own load.
"Oh God!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"
"Christ!" He tried to force his cock even further into her opening, into her passage, into the heart and soul of her body. "Here I cum!"
The old couch was shaking with the force of their movements, her arms wrapping completely around him, her ass rising completely into the air to meet his downstroke even as their juices were pouring out, soaking their legs, soaking their bodies, the wet stain saturating the fabric.
"I am cummminnnngggg!" she shrieked.
* * *
A sudden rush of juices coated Mabel's legs, soaking her panties.
"Shit!" Just thinking about Wilbur, about the first time he ever fucked me, made me cum! Goddammit!
She jumped up from the leather chair and stripped off the panties, balling them and tossing them through the open door and into the living room of the apartment. Her skirt had ridden far enough up to save it from showing the signs of her passion, and now she straightened it, checking her appearance in the old bar mirror Wilbur had mounted over his roll-top desk.
She looked at his picture in the silver frame on top of the desk. He was grinning what the women had called his big Irish grin-not knowing that the only Irish blood in Wilbur Love's body came by way of Poland. The photograph showed him as he had been when Mabel first met him, twelve years ago, just weeks before she shocked her family by marrying a man thirty years older than herself.
And now Wilbur was a month in his grave, dead at sixty-one of a totally unexpected heart attack. He had never been a weak man, his energy in bed was as strong as his energy for work right up until the day he died. In fact, they had fucked not three hours before the heart attack.
Now Mabel was cumming in her panties because she was so horny. Christ, I've got to have a man! Wilbur, you know I never fucked around with another guy while you were alive-but you taught me to appreciate your cock. Now I can't live without it. I don't give a shit what anybody says, I have got to get fucked!
Her black suit showed no signs of the passions firing her within. It was properly demure for widow's weeds, except that maybe it showed a bit too much leg above the knee. And the black sheer stockings didn't really lend themselves to the widow's image, even though the color was right in keeping with the sombre appearance a business lady was expected to keep. Mabel was due down at the county courthouse right after lunch, to discuss the renewal of the license to operate the amusement park that was Wilbur's legacy to her-along with the memory of his skill at fucking.
Now she noticed the summer sounds that were coming through the open window of the office, even though Decoration Day was almost two weeks away and office summer more than a month off. She could hear clearly the calliope tuning up in the bandstand in the little park at the end of the midway and, fainter, the tinkling of the giant music box in the merry-go-round.
Mabel smiled now, remembering the shocked look on her mother's scandalized face when she broke the news of her impending marriage.
"It's a sin, Mabel! Are you after his money?"
No, Mama, it wasn't his money-it was his cock. Although I don't suppose you know much about that, considering the dinky thing Daddy had hanging between his legs. Did you ever enjoy fucking Daddy, Mama? I don't remember hearing your bedsprings ever squeak, from the time I was old enough to know about squeaking bedsprings.
But there was no point chasing old ghosts. Mama was deader than Wilbur, for she was gone five years longer. Daddy was dead, too.
I hope wherever you went, Daddy, it wasn't to the same place as Mama. That would really be shitty. If she's in Heaven, then I very definitely want to go to Hell.
But she very much wanted to go where Wilbur was now, whichever place it might be.
Fuck! That's just what I need-to be fucked!
Mabel looked at Wilbur's picture again, seeing him as she had the day she first came to the amusement park office, answering his newspaper ad for a girl of all work. Wilbur was glad to, hire her, for she was pretty and buxom, and her red hair was her own. The top references she carried from her last job were just icing on the cake.
* * *
"Why'd you quit Forman's Construction?" he asked, chewing around his ever-present but always unlit cigar.
"Personal reasons, Mr. Love," she said, looking away as though embarrassed. Which she had very much been, the day that Al Forman's wife came to the office to find her husband backing his secretary into the corner, his cock already out of his pants and hard. She particularly didn't want to admit that her teasing had led to the hard-on, and the interrupted attack on her virtue.
But Wilbur read her mind. "The studs wouldn't leave you alone, huh? What makes you think you'll be any better off with a horny son of a bitch like me?"
Mabel was worried at first that she had made a mistake in coming here. "I don't mind kidding, Mr. Love-so long as it stays at kidding."
He eyed her shape, the heavy swell of her breasts and the generous curve of her hip. "Honey, I don't kid around. When I say something or do something, I mean business."
She was going to refuse at that, but the money was forty dollars a week more than she had expected. Maybe that should have wised me up that he was after more than just my typing skills. For the first couple of weeks they were so busy getting the park ready for the new season that there was no time for either one of them to screw around. But opening weekend finally came, with beautiful weather and a great crowd, and that night at closing time Wilbur was in a mood to celebrate. He broke out a bottle of champagne in the office, pouring Mabel a glass.
The lights were off in the office, the only illumination coming from the open window from the Midway below. He started toward her with the glass, and tripped over something unseen. The champagne spilled, and he stumbled into her, knocking her off balance.
Mabel started to fall, but Wilbur's strong arm caught her and pulled her up. His wrist cut into the undersides of her firm breasts, holding her a fraction more tightly than necessary, and for a few seconds longer than he had to. She smelled his maleness, face pressed against his shoulder, felt the sharp corner of his hip digging into her full softness.
Oh, Lord, what is the matter with me? She closed her eyes, feeling the heat suddenly firing below, the lubricity as her body began to ready itself for the act of love. Even though her entire previous sex experience had been with just three boys, counting Randy, the boy her own age who lived next door the summer she was twelve, she knew at that moment that she wanted Wilbur Love to do . . . it. She wanted to be fucked by an experienced man, to know what it was like to have a cock thrust into her . . . Her left hand came away from his arm, hesitated a fraction of a second, then reached down to his cock . . .
My God, what am I doing?
Her face flushed red, and she stopped herself. But he felt the stirring of her blood, felt the touch of her engorged nipples against his body. His arm had been ready to release her, but now it tightened about her, pulled her close. He smiled as he bent to kiss her, smothering her lips with his.
"Please!"
She tried to break away, but he would not let her go for more than a minute. Then he stared at her, before turning to recover the champagne glasses. He refilled them, and handed one to her, without incident this time.
"A toast," he said. "To the season."
"To the season." She sipped at the bubbly liquor, her first taste of champagne. It tickled her nose.
"And to us."
"To us?"
He drank, then set the empty glass on a table. "I've been watching you since you came here, Mabel-and I talked to Al Forman. I know what you want-what you would have had if Al's wife hadn't walked in on you two."
"No!" She shook her head. "You're wrong! I'm not like that at all."
"Bullshit! Baby, you want cock so bad you might as well have it written on your forehead."
He grabbed her, kissed her again, more violently this time, and at the same time was urging her toward the door to his apartment behind the office. She tried to struggle, break free, but he would have none of it. He had taken his shirt off earlier, to help fix one of the rides, not bothering to put it back on, and now she felt his hairy skin against her soft arms as he forced her into the living room of the apartment, and against the couch. She stumbled, and sat down, cowering into the corner.
"Please, no! Don't!"
"Shut up, bitch! You've been cock teasing all your life-now you're going to get properly fucked!"
He began to undo the buckle of his belt . . .
CHAPTER TWO
The itch in Mabel's crotch was driving her almost out of her mind. She sat down again, and her hand dropped to her cunt, pressing through the fabric of the skirt and against the pouting lips, trying to find the end of the itch that ran all the way back into her womb.
Christ, I'm hot-hot and horny. Jerking off is no good-I've got to have a cock in me. What was it Ellen Sue told me she uses when Harry is off on one of his trips?-a candle! Shit, there aren't any here!
She squirmed her ass around in the chair, rising up first one buttock and then the other, her finger sliding under her skirt now, trailing through the dampness in her pubic patch. She smelled her own strong smell, and her eyes closed and her teeth bit at her upper lip as a low growl of desire escaped from her throat.
"Aaaaagghhhh!"
Shit! I can't stand it any longer!
The need for relief drove all thoughts of her surroundings from her mind as her fingers worked to the lips of her cunt, found the opening to her body and slipped eagerly within. The touch of her finger tormented the itching flesh and sent a fire raging through her veins and past her heart to explode throughout her body with the newly energized blood in her arteries.
Then the tip of her finger brushed against the magic button of her clit and the electric jolt that followed made her arch, her ass rising completely off the chair. Her fingers flinched involuntarily, driving the nails into the soft walls of her cunt as she tried to grab onto the feeling of pure pleasure, and the sudden pain made her gasp.
Oh Jesus Christ almighty! I can't take any more of this! I can't take any more horseshit! I have got to have a man-I have got to have a cock, even if I have to give my ass away to the first male on the street! It isn't fair to leave me feeling like this! I have got to have someone inside of me-I want to be fucked!
Suddenly the loud clatter of footsteps sounded on the outside stairs to the second floor office, and then the door was being jerked open before Mabel could pull her hand away from her cunt. The shrieking of the unoiled hinges stopped suddenly, and she swung the chair around to see Jack Hargren's angry face in the bar mirror. More important, Jack could see exactly what she had been doing, and his eyes were staring straight at her crotch.
"Excuse me," he said, a silly grin coming across his face. He did not look at her eyes. "Maybe I should go back downstairs and come up again-this time I'll whistle or something."
Mabel's fingers were slick with her own dampness as she looked at Jack's football hero body, the chestnut hair falling boyishly over the attractive face, the silly smile revealing the even and shining teeth. At first she was repulsed, ready to spew angry curses at him, then she had another idea.
What the fuck, Mabel-you wanted a cock, didn't you? Jack must have something on that order between his legs, considering the way the young cunt follows him around. Go get it girl! Shit, he even has a hard on-you'll never have a better opportunity to take his cherry.
At the same moment Jack could not draw his eyes from her crotch, even though he knew his own cock was standing embarrassingly hard in his pants and making him feel like a kid caught in a crowded school hallway. He knew that she was watching him in just the same way.
Shit, man-this is the opportunity you've been waiting for! She's been waving those big tits in your face for three years now, that twat sucking in hungry air every time she smells your man-smell. The bitch wants it so bad her tongue is hanging out.
He was right-Mabel's tongue could not stay inside her lips, but instead was darting out with quick movements to wet her dry lips.
"You don't have to leave, Jack," she said, smiling and trying to look as though she were embarrassed to be caught with her finger up her cunt.
Don't leave, you bastard-fuck me! I'm so cock-hungry I could rape a boy scout. Or a girl scout, if she's any good at sucking pussy. A month ago I would really have been embarrassed-but a month ago I had Wilbur's cock to satisfy me. Now? Fuck it! I don't want to play with myself, Jack-goddammit, fuck me!
Her cunt was still itching, worse now than before. Her need for a cock was so strong that every civilized thought was pushed from her mind.
Fuck me, Jack-now!
She stood then, and walked over to the table against the front window, pretending to be interested in one of the stacks of paper there. Her tits were standing out strong within the demure white blouse that she was wearing just for this trip downtown-Mabel knew that her tits were one of the best points to her body. Most women started to sag long before they reached thirty, but her two love fountains were as firm and tantalizing now as they had been when she was fifteen and wearing her first D-cup.
And now her nipples were erect, begging for attention, eager to be touched by the firm hands of a lover, to be sucked into maddening ecstasy. The jacket of the suit would hide her full glory when she went downtown, but now her tits were jutting straight out-straight at Jack, as she turned to face him squarely. She sucked in her belly, making the tits jump up.
"What . . . " Christ, I can't keep this up! She licked her lips again. "What can I do for you, Jack?"
He grinned again. "I just wanted to tell you that those last two boys would be over this afternoon for their physicals."
"Oh, yes. I've already called Doc Adams. He'll be here at four."
"Well, okay, then." His hands were clenching and unclenching, and he shifted from one foot to the other. "I guess I'd better be getting back to the school."
Shit! He's as nervous as a high school freshman smelling his first pussy!
Christ, I want into her!
Mabel smiled. How old was Jack-twenty-five? Not much more than that. He had been working for Wilbur the last three summers, being given more authority each season. It was his idea last year to form Love Park's own jazz group of six boys from his own music class at the local school. The boys worked for a dollar an hour plus pooled tips, but last year the pie was sweet enough that they took home more than a thousand dollars apiece when the pool was distributed after Labor Day. Jack kept an eye on them, made sure that they practiced, while doing his lieutenant's duties for Wilbur. And the band was popular enough that Wilbur was more than happy to have the boys back again this year.
But Wilbur was gone-Wilbur and his educated cock.
Shit! Jack, have I got to rape you to get my cunt around your cock?
Her eyes kept dropping to his crotch, making no effort to pretend that she was doing other than measure his potential. And now he took a hesitant step toward her.
"You don't have to be in such a hurry, Jack -stay and have lunch with me." Fuck the license! I can get that tomorrow-today I need cock more than I need a license. Unless somebody wants to give me a license to have cock!
But Jack was shaking his head. "I really do have to get back to school." Play it cool, Jack baby-don't be so anxious! She wants it as bad as you-let her make the first move. Then she'll owe you for the favor.
Mabel was almost ready to reach out and grab him by the crotch. You dumb sonofabitch -is that why you hurried over here, to tell me something that you could have said on the phone? Let's stop kidding each other, Jack. You want me just as bad as I want you. Even while Wilbur was alive you had the smell of pussy-hunger strong enough to choke a skunk. Maybe you're still too much of a kid to have the balls to go after what your balls want-but I want you! I want your cock! And I'm going to get it right now!
"Jack, I want you to know how much I appreciate . . . everything you've done since Wilbur died." Everything, baby-including what you're going to do right now. I'm still a good looking broad-twelve years of marriage to Wilbur didn't change that, even if he was thirty years older than me. I've got a goddamn good body-I know it. I'm proud of it.
"I didn't do anything that anybody else wouldn't have done in the same situation, Mabel."
"But the point is that you did help me-and now I want to thank you . . . in my own special way."
She straightened, and crossed the three paces between them, seeing the blush spreading over his neck as she reached up to cup his head in her hands, pulled his lips down to meet her own. The first touch of his flesh against her own was enough to rekindle the flame in her flesh and blood, send an electric tingle through every nerve. Her eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his, trying to bring his body into her own, to make the two of them a single sexual being.
Christ, yes! I feel your cock-now make me feel it!
Whore! Bitch! You're asking for it!
His arms went around her, holding her tight as his chest crushed her breasts, his hand slipping beneath her skirt and around her ass to cup first one cheek, then the other. He squeezed the bountiful flesh of her ass between his fingers, pinching it until she gasped at the sudden shock of pain, and at the same moment Mabel felt his cock straining against his pants, trying to tear its way out to meet her, held down only by the superior strength of the fabric. Their lips separated then as he pulled up on her ass, almost lifting her off her feet, and she shivered with excitement.
Wilbur, forgive me! I still love you-but you taught me to appreciate cock, to need cock. I'm only doing what I must do!
Jack's fingers were fumbling with the buttons on the back of her blouse now as she ran her hands up under his pullover shirt, feeling the washboard of his ribs and then the strong swell of his pectoral muscles. Her thumbs found his nipples, much smaller than her own -and found that they were as eagerly erect as her own.
Bitch! You think you can tease a man into madness, then when you have an itch in your pussy spread your legs to be satisfied with a quick cock rubbing! Well, whore, you are going to get the surprise of your well-fucked life! You may think you know about fucking, but now I am going to teach you the real thing!
"Fuck me, Jack!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
"Sure, baby. Anything you want. Just say the word."
"Hurry!"
Mabel didn't even know that she was speaking aloud as he now began to remove her blouse, pulling it slowly down over her arms, pausing to run his fingers up the gaping opening of her back. It was obvious that she wore no bra, but he was pleased to have confirmation of that fact through feeling her for himself.
Then her breasts were coming into view, proud and upright yet swelling down because of their great weight, perfect fruits of sensuality, the aureoles a darker brown and the size of a silver dollar, the nipples the same color but protruding in their now state of erection almost three-eighths of an inch, miniature cockheads in their own right.
Christ-she could fuck me in the mouth with those things!
He gathered her into his arms again, hugging her tight, then kissing her long and deep, his tongue probing the back of her throat, counting each of her perfect teeth. Then he was letting his tongue dive into the valley between the globes of her breasts, pushing down with it until the blouse slipped over her nipples. Then he was kissing each of them in turn, sucking them deep, letting his teeth nibble at their hard sponginess as his hands felt her shivering.
Oh Christ! I can't take any more-I'm going to cum! I'm cummmminnnggg!
She felt the juices flooding out of her vagina, flooding the legs of his trousers, but he was so intent on her upper charms that he didn't even know. He was removing the blouse from her now, leaving her completely naked above the waist, and gathering her into his arms again. Mabel worked at his shirt again, pushing up on it, and at last he got the idea and raised his arms so that she could pull the shirt over his head. Then they were together, chest to chest, his hard body scarcely hairier than her own except for the ring of brown around his nipples and the tongue of darker, coarser color that peeked over the top of his pants, arrowing at his belly button.
"Keep your ass together, baby. I'm getting there."
Fucking bitch! I wonder how many times you cheated on your old man-how many times I could have been in you, if I had opened my eyes?
Bastard! I should cut your balls off for this! I ought to make you suffer the way you're making me suffer! Cocksucker-yessss!
"Yessss!" she screamed aloud, as he unbuttoned the side of her skirt and moved his hand down inside, then around to probe at her cunt. He felt the hard elastic of her garter belt, but was happy to know that otherwise she was naked-bare-ass naked, beneath her imagine clothes, as though she was going to flaunt her cunt and her ass at every man she saw on the street.
Whore! Fucking whore-bitch!
He was humping against her now even as his hands were caressing her back, rubbing against her sides, lifting her tits. The skirt was held up only by the pressure of his body against her groin, his cock pushing through the two layers of fabric as it tried to get between her legs.
He moved back, letting the skirt fall of its own weight to the floor. Now he could see the garter belt, a frilly black thing embroidered all the way around with intertwined hearts. He almost laughed as he saw them, for despite the color there was something almost school-girlish about the design.
Then he dropped to his knees, ready to bury his face between her legs-and saw the belt up close. Tiny letters were stitched into each pair of hearts, the left reading Fuck, the right, Me. He ran his hands over the backs of her legs now, marveling at the feel of the sheer black stockings, at the touch of her black high heeled shoes even through the fabric of his trousers. There was something overpowering about the sensation of being on his knees before her, and he pressed his lips now to her vulva, kissing the outer lips, smelling the raunchy odor of twice-cumming, touching his tongue to the spilled juice on her legs.
Mabel arched her back, thrusting her crotch at Jack as though trying to swallow his head into her pussy.
"Please!" she cried. "Fuck me, Jack! I can't stand it any longer-fuck me!"
"Oh, shit, yes, baby!" he breathed, standing again, feeling the weight of her tits pushing down on his face as he got to his feet. They separated, seeming to smother him for an instant, and then he was up and kissing her again, tasting her mouth with the same lips that had just tasted her cunt.
He let his eyes search out every crevice and corner of her body-naked, he thought she was beautiful. Christ, why have you been hiding all that from me? But dressed as she was now in only shoes, stockings and garter belt she was more than beautiful-she was incarnate. His cock was aching now more than he could ever remember it aching-he could wait no longer. He kicked off his shoes and opened his belt to let his pants fall to the floor. He was wearing jockey shorts, but his cock had slipped through the gaping fly, standing straight up against his body. He moved toward her, taking her in his arms again, holding her tightly as he let his lips trail from her mouth down to her breasts, his fingers reaching down to probe between her buttocks to the tight brown ring.
Mabel could think of nothing but the way that his hot flesh burned against her own, the way his cock pressed down on her groin, trying to slip between her legs. She was lost to any other sensation, could not have been aware if the door had burst open to admit a marching band. Her thoughts were only on the fire between her legs and on her need to know that cock fully, to feel it fully within her twat.
Oh shit! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck-fucckkkk!
"Aggghhhh! I can't take any more, Jack! I have to have it now!"
"You're gonna get it, baby-now! Right now!"
He was looking around, looking for a place to take her, to enter her body. But the office was too tiny. Then he saw the door to the apartment, open although Mabel and Wilbur had not lived there since the first six months of their marriage-keeping it only as an emergency place to sleep when the job kept them too close to go home for the night. Now there were boxes and cartons of Wilbur's life piled everyplace, filling the chairs and the couch where Mabel had first known true fucking but the bedroom door was also open. He propelled her in that direction, moving her ahead of him, her magnificent tits going before them as sentinels seeking out the proper place for love.
Jack swept a pile of Wilbur's clothing off the bed, but did not bother to pull down the spread. They sank down onto the sagging mattress, holding to each other as though afraid contact would be lost.
"Aggghhhh, please!" She let her head droop back, her hair trailing down her back, as he nestled his face between her breasts again, licking eagerly at each nipple in turn. Then he was sucking down onto her, his weight forcing her down onto her back, rising up over her so as not to lose those precious pushbuttons to her desire.
Oh Christ baby I love it you love it damn fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucckkkk!
Fuck me, bastard! Now, you prick you cock-sucker you dirty whore sonofabitch! Fuck meeee!
"I'm taking you, baby!"
"Yes, please do it now . . . now . . . nowww! Fuck me!"
His cock was riding across her thigh, the hole in the head welling a pale gold droplet of pre-seminal fluid. Although he was not circumcised, the foreskin was worked back by the excitement of the approaching act; and now the head of his cock was wetting with her juices as he rose up over her, slipped cock between her thighs, found the opening to her inner body. The underside of his shaft was heavily knotted with rough veins, engorged now with his burning blood, his balls a tight knot just outside of his fly. His shorts were staining with the juices on Mabel's legs as he rode into her, penetrated her outer lips, found the entrance to her vagina and slipped in with a sudden smooth motion that carried him all the way down to bottom.
"Oh shit!" she screamed, heaving against him, her nails raking down his back to leave angry red streaks all the way across his ass.
"Fuck mother!" he cried as she flexed her cunt muscles about his cock, trying to draw him in that fraction of an inch farther, as though nothing would satisfy her but to be filled to bursting from head to toe with cock -his cock, Wilbur's cock, any cock at all. Cock was all that existed in the universe that had shrunk to the dimensions of her pulsing cunt.
"Take me baby!"
"I'm doing it baby!"
"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
"Fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Shit! Fuck shit! Christ fuck! Damn fuck!"
"I'm in you baby! All the way in you!"
He fought against her sucking cunt with all the power in his cock muscle, but she dragged him in deeper and deeper, controlling the plunging even though she was on the bottom, forcing him to ride her to her pace, carrying him along on a maddened thundering thrusting working heaving ride that was nothing of love but everything that was sex that was man/woman/fucking passionately being one together. He let her take control then, holding on to her heaving body with sweat-slick hands, feeling her breasts bouncing beneath him, hearing the sucking sound as the flesh of their bellies parted for an instant at the end of the back stroke, the slap as they came together again.
She was working him now with all the passion of a body denied for too long of the release of simple fucking, the muscles of her cunt milking his cock even as he fucked in and out of her, until too soon, too soon he felt the first signals that meant approaching climax, approaching explosion that would be too much coming now before she was ready herself.
"I'm cumming!" he cried, trying to slow the pace of her fucking, trying to hold back.
"Cum, damn you!" she gasped between clenched teeth, digging her nails into the flesh of his back now. "Cum, fuck me, cum into me!"
Then she felt her own signal, her body suddenly coming to burning life all over, a million needles prodding into her flesh from her ears to her feet. Now her womb was pulsating, her cunt throbbing as the juices came again, spurting out to meet his own powerful semen, the two splattering together within the channel of her cunt, to mix together and run out between their legs.
"I'm cumming!" she cried now. "I'm cum-mminnngggg!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mabel was looking Wilbur straight in the eye, and he didn't flinch. Wilbur, do you mind? You know I can't live with the dream of your great cock. I'm thirty-one years old, healthy and horny. I've got to be fucked, Wilbur! What else can I do but take advantage of somebody like Jack, asshole that he is?
Wilbur in his silver-framed photograph was smiling just like always. He seemed to be saying, Go ahead, Mabel-fuck to your heart's content. Shit, I'd do the same if it was me alive and you dead. Men and women are born to fuck, and those who don't take full advantage of the things God put between their legs are just dumb sons of bitches.
Mabel knew that Wilbur wasn't really talking to her, but she felt better just the same. For a time, Jack's cock had satisfied the itch in her cunt, filled her with the juices that drowned her thirst for fucking.
But that was four hours ago, and sweet Jesus, but she was feeling the cunt itch again. Christ, I'm a horny bitch! I never used to be like this-what the fuck is the matter with me? Did going without so long turn me into a nymphomaniac? Jack, come back-I need your cock again!
The license was taken care of for this year, and she smiled as she remembered the hungry looks on the dirty old men on the Board as they looked right up her short skirt and saw her twat. Bet everyone of those bastards would have eaten me out right there. Their fucking eyes nearly popped out of their heads when I opened my pussy for them!
She had changed out of the black suit just as soon as she got back to the office; now she was wearing an almost-transparent crimson-red blouse that showed the clear outline of her magnificent breasts, and a white skirt that was checkered with thin matching crimson lines. She had changed her stockings as well, although the new pair was also black-it had always been her favorite shade for lingerie. Black makes me feel sexy, she told Wilbur. But shit-I don't need anything to help me feel horny now. My cunt is hot enough without outside help.
She touched her cunt; she had deliberately left off the panties when going to the board, and the wicked feeling was so delicious that she decided to go without them all the time from now on. Shit, I may as well give the customers a thrill with their five bucks worth of coupons-
There was a knock on the door. Mabel took her hand away from her cunt and whirled around, to see two tall teenagers standing outside on the landing. Christ-did they see me playing with myself? Then, Fuck it! I don't give a hot shit if they did.
"Come in boys," she called, waving a hand -the one that was stinking of her pussy smell. The redheaded boy opened the door and stepped in first. Mabel liked his looks-she was always fond of people who shared her hair coloring, and they were almost a perfect match.
"Are you from Jack Hargren?"
"Yes'm," said the redhead. "I'm Jerry Wright-this is my brother Tim." Jerry was perhaps an inch taller than his brother, but Tim was stockier, broader through the shoulders; he probably outweighed the other.
"Mr. Hargren said you needed two good side-men in your jazz band," the younger boy said now. "And we're the best!" His hair was chestnut, his complexion a clear gold. Jerry was freckled everyplace that Mabel could see.
"Well, if Jack says you're the best he can find, I'll take his word for it." You're cute, kids. Besides, Jack is making a damn good buck out of this job-he'd better not steer me wrong. But cute isn't enough-how are you at musical fucking?
"You boys know you have to have a physical before you can work in the Park?"
"Yes'm," said Jerry. "Mr. Hargren told us about the insurance. We're ready."
"You can go ahead into the apartment then. The doctor said four, so he'll be here right on time-ten minutes, now. You might as well strip down and be ready for action, because Doc doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Yes'm," Jerry said again, blushing. Mabel grinned as she opened the apartment door for them. She watched them pass by. How old did Jack say these two are? Shit, but they're cute -oh, yeah: sixteen and fourteen. I wonder if they know where it's at when it comes to cock and cunt? Maybe I can teach them something about the old C & C game this year. Jerry seemed younger than his sixteen, and Tim older than his fourteen-even though he was the shorter, the younger boy could well have been a year older than his brother, judging on looks alone.
She closed the door after them, and went back to the desk to get into the paperwork still ahead of her before the park could open for the season. But after staring at the top page for five minutes without seeing a thing on it, she dropped it again; and leaned back in the chair, looking up at Wilbur.
Why did you have to die, Wilbur? Your cock was such a blessing, you'd think God would want to keep something that good down here on Earth. Or has he got you fucking the angels to keep them happy?
Oh, shit! She closed her eyes, touching her finger to the opening of her pussy again, reaching far enough in through the pouting lips to capture the tip of her clit. Sweet fucking Jesus! That is wow! I can feel your prick now, Wilbur-too bad we never had a kid. I wish we had a boy, a nice big-pricked boy. Let's see, he'd only be eleven now, even if we did have one the first chance. That's too young for real fucking. But by the time he was sixteen or seventeen, then he could prime ol' Mama's pump for her!
She glanced toward the closed apartment door. Jerry was sixteen . . .
Suddenly the telephone rang. She jumped, guiltily, then picked up the receiver.
"Mrs. Love?"
"Yes."
"This is Mrs. Adams. The Doctor asked me to call and tell you that he won't be able to make it over this afternoon. There's at least fifteen patients still in the waiting room. He wondered if he could make it next Wednesday instead-we don't have Wednesday hours. That way there would be no conflict."
Shit fuck! But aloud, she said, "Sure, Mrs. Adams. I understand. What time Wednesday? Four?"
"I think four-thirty might be safer. Thank you for your cooperation."
The phone clicked in Mabel's ear, and she hung up slowly. Shit damn fuck! Doc Adams, you raunchy grave-making bastard! How the fuck can you let me down at a time like this? Actually Adams was a good man, although terribly overworked like every one of the general practitioners left. He was an old friend of Wilbur's-Boyhood jerk-off buddies!-so it was only natural that he became doctor not only for the family but for the amusement park as well.
Well, better give the bad news to the boys, tell them they wasted a trip. She got up and went to the apartment door, opening it just in time to hear a startled gasp from one of the boys.
"Hey! Damn you, Tim! Stop that!"
There was a laugh. "What are you gonna do about it, Jerry? You want the Doctor to see your whang sticking out like a flagpole?"
"At least it's not a peanut like yours."
"Yeah? Bend over, big brother, and I'll show you what a peanut I got."
"Come on, Tim! Cut it out! You're getting me horny!"
"Shit, Jerry, you gotta do something about that thing. Jack it down-I'll jack mine, too. That's a good idea, because I can pee better after I jack off. I'll be able to fill the doc's bottle for him six times over."
Sweet horny heaven! Mabel paused with her hand still on the doorknob, listening intently to what the boys were saying. Her face was suddenly flushed, and the lips of her cunt were trailing dampness again. She started to back out of the door to close it again, so that she could knock this time-then she hesitated.
What the fuck, Mabel! So they're only kids -those aren't kid cocks you just saw. Are you going to stand there like a dumb ass broad and let them waste those beautiful hard-ons in their fingers?
Fuck, no! She answered herself firmly, and pushed the door wide open again to march into the apartment. The living room was empty, the boys standing at the foot of the bed, each jay-naked and each with a standing cock. Their clothes were laid neatly on the bed itself and they were standing in profile to her so that she had a clear view of their erect cocks.
"Hey, shit, Jerry-did you see those knockers on Mrs. Love?" Tim was working his hand rapidly on his cock. "I bet she's got the biggest tits in the world!"
"Naw!" said his brother. "Don't you remember that fat lady we saw in the circus last summer. One of her tits would make both of Mrs. Love's."
"Yeah, but they aren't beautiful. I'd love to get my fingers under those things."
Long and slender, Jerry's cock jutted straight up, nearly touching his belly. It was nestled in a thick bush of hair that seemed even redder than that on his head, and his balls were drawn up tight in their sack. He was uncircumcised, the foreskin forced two-thirds of the way back from the head by the power of his erection.
The younger boy certainly did not have a peanut, for that matter. Tim's cock was shorter than Jerry's, but it was thick and sturdy, its weight forcing it to point almost straight away from his body. His pubic hair was as dark as that on his head, and the only other hair visible on his entire body. The bush was sparse; if it had been as light in color as his brother's he would have seemed hairless there. Unlike his brother, his foreskin was gone in the ritual obeisance to the gods of cleanliness, and the swollen head was a good half inch thicker than the shaft. His glans was a pale pink next to the darker, almost purple head of Jerry's cock.
Mabel's tongue licked at her lips. Holy sweet fucking Hannah, but I am going to have some of that sweet meat I The two boys presented a pleasing contrast in light and darkness, thickness and thin, both seeming to beg for someone to touch them, use them, love them.
She could wait no longer. She was halfway across the living room now, heading for the bedroom door, the boys so intent on their cocks that they did not see her.
"Boys . . . "
Jesus, but I sound like a sick frog I My pussy is wet enough to say the proper things, though. Come into me, you beautiful fucking cocks!
They jumped together, startled, Jerry grabbing his cock and balls, Tim letting his hands fall to his sides.
"Holy Jesus, Mrs. Love!" The oldest boy made a grab for his clothes, but Mabel stopped him by moving close enough to reach down and touch his arm. Her touch was gentle, barely a caress, but the boy's flesh was flaming hot beneath her fingers.
Christ, Mabel-what the fuck are you doing! Cradle robbing is out-they're only kids! You want to get fucked, go get that bastard, Jack, and drag his ass back here. Why are you reaching for these kid cocks?
She knew that she should stop, get out of here-they were only kids! Christ, they're not even eighteen, much less twenty-one! What's the matter with you? Are you aching to take your pussy into jail, where the only fucking you'll get comes from bulldykes?
Shit, Mabel-you're a fucking sex-maniac! Go get 'em, girl!
She was touching the boys again, both of them at the same time, one hand around each cock while her tongue touched at her suddenly dry lips. She was trembling with her need for these boys-her need for a cunt full of thick, satisfying cock.
"Boys.. . . "
Her eyes closed in inner pain as she felt the hot tubes against the palms of her hands, feeling the excitement that had captured the boys, their blood pulsating beneath her fingers.
"Jesus!" Jerry was trying to back away from her, but Mabel would not let go. The other boy was just standing, stunned-but their cocks were as hard as ever. Tim licked at his lips as he stared at the swell of her tits.
"Quick, boys!" Mabel's asshole was twitching, the lips of her pussy opening and closing hungrily, as though anxious to taste those cock-heads. "Undress me!"
They were awkward, Jerry undoing the buttons on the back of her blouse while Tim fumbled for the zipper at the side of her skirt. But at last the blouse was slipping down her arms, revealing her breasts completely, and the skirt was falling to the floor of its own weight. Mabel let go of the two cocks and threw her shoulders back, lifting her breasts for them.
"Wow!" Tim shook his head as he reached out to touch her, hesitating, as though afraid that this wasn't real, that he was going to be slapped down. Then his finger was brushing the tip of her erect nipple, moving along it, both hands suddenly moving under the weight of her breasts and lifting up on them, balancing them.
"Suck my tits!" Mabel's voice was husky, and she put her arms around the boys now, her hands coming up behind their heads and bringing them down so that their cheeks were sliding across her mountainous expanse of mammary flesh. Tim was the first to do as she had asked, crouching slightly to take the nipple between his teeth as his brother watched. He sucked on her, his cheeks hollow from the vacuum pressure, and Mabel moaned with delighted pain.
"You too, Jerry!"
Now the older boy was following his brother's example. She let go of their heads, moving her hands under her breasts, lifting them up so the boys could suck better. Little stabs of excitement were running through the flesh of her globes, darting toward the twin pair of sucking lips. She wished that she had milk to feed them, something of herself to give them as they worked together, both sucking mightily.
Ah, Christ! This is Heaven-if it isn't Heaven, then who the Hell wants anything more? Take me, lovers-suck me in, bite the shit out of my tits! Let me feel your teeth on my nipples . . .
"Ah, Christ! That's it, boys-suck as hard as you can. Don't be afraid of using your teeth -I want to know you're there!"
Jerry felt almost smothered by the breast in his face. Jumpin' Jesus! the boy thought. The guys will never believe me when I tell them about this! And look at the way Tim's goin' at her! You'd think the silly shit was born suckin' tits!
Tim was having beautiful thoughts of his own. Sweet fuckin' Mama! This is what it's like to be hangin' onto a real pair of knockers! That silly-ass Debbie an' her tiny titties she lets me kiss only if she can hold my cock while I'm takin' a leak are nothin'! Nothin' at all!
It was Heaven, but Mabel needed more; her cunt was on fire now. She gasped, grabbing the boys again, forcing them to stand up straight.
"You're good, boys-what else are you good at? Have you ever fucked a real woman?"
"Jeez, Mrs. Love!" Jerry was looking around. "The Doctor is comin'-"
"No he isn't. There's nothing to worry about -his wife called and said he can't come until next Wednesday. We've got all the time we need to get on with this-till Wednesday, if necessary!"
"We can't stay until Wednesday!" Jerry seemed shocked. He tried to back away from her. "We gotta get home!"
Mabel laughed. Keep that cock hard, honey boy-and you'll take home a memory that will last you the rest of your life-your fucking life!
She reached out to take Jerry into her arms, capturing her lips with his, taking him into the warmth of her kiss. At first he responded crudely, still shocked by the situation in which he had found himself; then his cock was slipping between her thighs of its own natural talent, and he was responding the way Mabel wanted, his young lips melting with hers, his tongue probing between her teeth to count them one by one. She bit down on his tongue, then sucked him in deeply, rising up against his body as his cock tried to probe the lips of her cunt.
Oh God! Wilbur, I think I'm creaming-I am! I'm cumming all over this beautiful boy's cock! Shit, oh holy shit! I need to be fucked!
"Honey! Oh, Jerry honey . . . "
He was moaning as loudly as she as the fever completely took his body, and now Mabel was moving him back, her hands leaving the younger boy completely, forcing Jerry's legs against the mattress as she moved him backward until he was falling onto the bed and carrying her with him. He lay with his hands raised by his head, the backs flat against the mattress as she continued the kiss for perhaps twenty seconds more, smothering his face as she tasted his eyes and his nostrils. Then his arms were going around her and he began to move beneath her, writhing in the fashion of love.
Oh sweet merciful Jesus! The boy was trying to force his cock into her now, humping his groin against her. II this is a sin, forgive me, Jesus-but it is beautiful! I never dreamed it could be so beautiful! This can't be a sin! Fuck! Fucking Jesus! She's fucking me, Jesus . . . I
Mabel moaned again, feeling that hard cock sliding against her, and slid up over the boy until his instrument was slipping through the outer lips of her cunt, probing upward, wet with her juices and his own pre-seminal fluid. The head of his cock cut through her crotch, across her slit, slipping in just enough so that she knew that he was there and ready, and then it was coming out again and up cross the sphincter as though probing for air. Mabel pressed down against him, pleasuring in the feel of the stiff cock between her legs; then she was rising above him and positioning herself athwart the head of his cock. She moved against him enough to let the glans enter the outer lips, then paused, looking down into the boy's face-seeing a strange mixture of delight and fear in his eyes. Then she was using her weight and her muscles to draw him entirely within her cunt, lowering herself again until she was completely against him, tits smashed flat against his chest. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The sigh escaped her, and she suddenly realized that the boy was tensed against her, rising up to aid in the penetration even though he had let her do the work. Now Jerry relaxed, letting his head fall back, his hands touching her lightly on the ribs.
Mabel closed her eyes now, willing herself to relax completely against him, feeling him within her with every nerve ending of her body. Her cunt squeezed against the thickness of his cock, bringing a sudden gasp from the boy. "God!"
She did it again, and moved against him at the same moment, and he tensed once more, rising up against her. But he was unfamiliar with the position, even with the act. He did not know how to move against her, with her. His hands were still holding her lightly when she wanted him to wrap his arms around her, hold him tight.
Okay, honey-I gotta lead you. Hang on!
She began the movements then, first a long pull forward against him and over him, and then a sudden jab back, all the while letting her cunt muscles work against him in rhythm with those movements. She turned her head against his chest and saw that Tim was backed against the wall, staring at them, his cock still standing taut-but now it was wet even though he was not touching himself.
She was riding Jerry fully now, yet forcing herself to hold back from the all-out drive that would have her nails tearing at his body, her teeth digging into his flesh. It was too soon to ride the boy so wildly, show him the terrors of fucking with the pleasures.
Hold me, honey-shit! Keep that pecker moving in me!
She moved against him in measured cadence, riding him until she could feel the juices rising in him, the boy bucking upward against her as he caught the rhythm of the fucking. He began to draw back as she rose against him, meeting then with the explosion of the combined energy of their bodies.
And then he was cumming, cumming, spurting into her once, twice, a third time and even a fourth, his juices flowing into her body as she milked him of all that was to be had from his balls.
"I'm cumminnnngggg!" the boy screamed. His feet were beating against the back of her legs. "I'm cumminnnnggggg!"
"Yeah!" Mabel felt her own juices flowing, flooding out over the boy as she tried to force more from him, until it seemed as though she had drained every drop of moisture from her body. And still she worked her cunt against his cock.
"Yeah, you beautiful fuck-boy! I'm cummminnnnggg, too!"
And then at last she was done, rolling back, his cock slipping out, Mabel dropping onto her back. She closed her eyes a minute, sighing. Sweet fucking merciful Heaven!
Then she looked at Tim. "Come on, honey."
She held out her hand. "It's your turn now."
The boy hesitated only a minute, coming to her and starting to climb over her as his brother rolled to the far side of the bed, exhausted. But Mabel stopped him before he could slip his cock between her legs, pulled him over her tits until his balls were dangling below her chin, the stiff cock angled up over her face. She touched his balls with her tongue, then moved it up the underside of his shaft, lowering him until she could capture the head of his cock between her lips.
"Fucking Jesus!" The boy tried to pull back from her. Dizzy bitch! What the fuck you doin' to me?
"Easy, honey," said Mabel. "Just let me do the work-you'll like it!"
She sucked him all the way into her mouth, the shaft spreading her teeth, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock. The boy tried to fuck into her, and she grabbed at his ass-then relaxed, and let him do it. Soon-too soon-he was spurting his load straight down her throat. He humped against her for a moment, and then tried to collapse.
Oh no you don't, you sweet little prick! You don't get off Mabel that easy!
She was lowering him down the length of her body now, letting him slide down until his cock slipped between her legs. The boy wanted only to relax, but Mabel caught his cock with her lower lips, forced the head into the channel of her vagina. He moaned, but she would not stop until he was all the way in her; then she began to hump against him, fucking him even though he was on top. He could do nothing but hold on to her arms, try to stay with her as she forced his cock in and out of her deep cunt, squeezing his ass in her hands, making him fuck her all the way down.
And now she was feeling sensations within her cunt that even Wilbur had never fired. Mabel worked against the boy, ready to scream as the fire burned through her belly, until at last the flood began again, and kept on coursing out of her belly.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I am cummmiinnnnnng!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The morning sun slipped over the eastern hills and caught Mabel wheeling her Cougar into the parking lot behind the amusement park office. Two more days, and the park would open for the season-and she had a week's work left to do before opening day. But rather than scaring her, the idea only excited her. Two days, and the park would be opening under her control, not Wilbur's. She felt like a little kid.
Two cars were already in the lot; one, an old Chevy, belonged to Andy, the night watchman. The other was Jack's souped-up Maverick.
What the fuck is he doing here so early? The sight of Jack's car pissed her off. That son of a bitch is getting too big for his britches. Just because I let him dip his pecker into my pussy when I get to itching, he thinks he's gonna be Mr. Big Shit around here. Well, Jack Cock-sucker Hargren has another think coming!
The trouble was, she was letting him dip it to her-almost every day for these past two weeks. But steady cock was doing little to relieve her itch for fucking-when Wilbur was alive, once a day was usually plenty. But now it seemed that she had cock on her mind all of the time-sweet cock. Young cock.
Those fucking kids spoiled me. She was climbing the steps to the office. I enjoyed fucking them more than even Wilbur at his best. Christ, I'd like to get them back, go to it again. Two more days until they're here every day of the week-I gotta get them then!
The office door was unlocked, which didn't surprise her, after seeing Jack's car downstairs. She made noise deliberately, slamming the door and kicking an empty carton out of her way. He came to the door of the living room, toweling off his hair.
"Who the fuck gave you the key?" Mabel demanded.
Bitch! Get those dumb-ass eyes off me, you cunt. One of these days the right person will be giving the orders around here-and it won't be Mabel Love!
"You want it back?" He fished his keys from his pocket, found the one to the door, and worked it free. He slammed it onto the desk. "There-you got it back."
Bastard! I'd like to cut your nuts off, Jack-baby-see how high your voice climbs then. I'd like to see what you can do with that silly little meat-stick then.
"One of these days you're going to push me too fucking far, Jack."
"Not so long as I got these, Mabel." He rubbed his groin-and she saw that his cock was already standing hard. And her pussy was getting wet in response.
Oh, shit! What the fuck's the matter with me? Just the smell of cock is enough to melt my insides, turn me silly-assed. My goddamn cunt wants fucking! It doesn't even listen to what my head wants! Double shit!
She wouldn't give in-not this time. It was time to take a stand. "Jack, I want you to get your ass out of here. Right now. I don't want you hanging around here again."
"Yeah?" He moved to her, took her in his arms, his hands pulling her against his chest. His lips moved down into the valley of her tits, his teeth nibbling at the bit of flesh that was exposed above the outline of her blouse.
"Stop it, you bastard!" She tried to break free.
"Take it easy, Mabel. You know you love it."
He was unbuttoning her blouse now, slipping his hands inside to feel her tits, letting his fingers capture the nipples, twirling them until they were pointing hard at his own chest. Her blouse was gaping open now, the tits falling free, and he bent to capture them in turn into his mouth. His hand was moving down the front of her skirt, feeling the hard elastic of her garter belt, feeling that she was wearing no panties again-she hadn't worn panties since that first glorious day of fucking with him and the two boys.
"Who were you planning to fuck this morning, Mabel, if not me? You're ready to be tipped onto any flat surface any place-you'll take any cock waving, won't you?"
"Cocksucker!"
"Not me, honey-you suck cocks. I don't. I might nibble a little pussy every now and then, but I draw the line at taking a chunk of man into my body."
Mother fucker! Shit eater! Dirty whore-son bastard of a turd eater! Get away from me! Get away!
Jack knew he was turning her on despite her protests, that she was loving every bit of it. Now you bitch, you know who's boss, don't you? You know who runs this fucking place, this fucking. I'm going to do you the daily favor of dipping my wick in your slick, and then we're gonna talk some real business, Mabel.
He caught the zipper on her skirt, tore it down, opened the button at the top. His hand went through the opening, went all the way around her ass, cupping the buttock, then squeezing it between his powerful fingers until she let out a yelp of pain. Then his finger found the crack of her ass, worked down to her asshole. He probed at the brown ring, and she broke away, slapping his face.
"No you don't, bastard! That you don't touch! You want to lap at my pussy, get on your knees-but you don't touch me there!"
"Okay, Mabel!" He held up both hands. "I'm sorry-okay! I won't do that again. Stop acting so feisty-you know we're going to end up in bed. Why are we shitting each other?"
Bastard! But he was right. She stepped out of her skirt, which was tangled around her ankles, and let him take her by the hips. He looked down at today's garter belt, saw that it was a line of marching cocks and balls, standing at all different angles of erection and picked out in red thread against the black. He laughed at the sight.
"Who makes these things for you, Mabel? I've never seen anything so horny."
"An old carny friend of Wilbur's," she said. "She sends me a new one every month. It was Wilbur's idea-I must have a hundred and fifty of the damn things now."
"Well, I love them-don't ever stop wearing them."
I'll wear what I fucking please. Who the shit are you to tell me what to wear?
But he was holding her again, sliding the flat of his hand down over her pubic bush to feel the mound, gathering it together as he squeezed his fingers tight. Then his middle finger was working into the cleft, fucking its way through the outer lips, finding the tiny cock that was her clit and lighting it for action. She shivered, grabbing at him, her ass twitching with the need to be working against him, sucking at the juices inside his cock. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him down to where she could take his kiss, her lips forcing his tongue to come into her mouth. He held against her a moment, then began to probe, fucking her mouth with the tip of his tasting organ, his hands slipping away from her cunt to grab at her ass, pulling her so tight that the flesh of her tits was squeezed out, almost up to his chin. He kissed her, held her, until she could wait no longer and bit down on his lip.
"Ow!" He let go of her, pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. "You fucking bitch! What the shit do you think you're doing?"
Christ! He looked down at those tits hanging against his chest, could see over her shoulder and down to the swell of her ass. You may be a bitch, Mabel-but you sure are one hell of a built fucking machine! I've got to give credit where credit is due-I've never found one better. Then he was grabbing at her tit, sucking the mass of flesh into his mouth, biting against her with all of his strength.
"There, bitch! How do you like it?"
You're great, Mabel-but you'll never hear it from me! You're too fucking conceited as it is.
Cocksucker! Mabel was holding onto her bruised flesh, looking down at the marks of his teeth in the globe. Christ, you nearly killed me!
"Bastard! You trying to bite it off?"
"One of these days, Mabel, somebody is going to kick the shit out of you-and I hope to be there to see it. Hell's damnation, you'd think you were the one with the balls! What the shit do you think these things are for?"
He cupped his hand beneath his testicles, lifting them toward her, leaning back. She looked down at him-and then was suddenly on her knees, her hands going around his waist, pulling him forward until his cock slid across her cheek, her lips pressing into the patch of hair around the base. She felt the head of his cock, slick with the promise of things to come, probing against her ear; and moved her head back and forth, loving the feel.
Holy fuck! I'd like to have something like this to play with all of the time! Wilbur, I should have cut your cock off when you died, should have had it stuffed. Maybe with an electric heater inside to make it feel hot like it did when you were alive. Then I could have you and my fucking both, whenever I want!
"Aggghhhhhh! Mabel!" Her hair was rubbing across the sensitive head of his uncircumcised cock, tearing tiny cuts into the desire-engorged and fever-burning flesh. "Sweet merciful Jesus! Don't!"
She settled back on her haunches, looking up at him with a laugh. "That hurt, Jack baby?" She cupped her nails, reached up to touch his balls, gently. How would you like me to dig these in now, bastard?
"Jesus!" he said, touching his cock with his thumb and forefinger, working the juices over the head to ease the pain. "What the fuck have you got-barbed fucking wire?"
She laughed again. "Ol' Mabel's gonna make it feel all better, honey-bunch. Don't you worry your tiny little head-it'll be just as good as new when I get done with it."
Her lips touched the glans, pressing lightly as her hands went up to his hips, holding him as she balanced herself. His balls were half-drawn up into their sac, and now she let the cock ride up her face, across her nose, as she licked down the underside of his shaft until her tongue was circling across the top of his balls. The heavy eggs moved independently, sliding under the pressure of her tongue; she sucked them just within her mouth, one by one, holding them with a light pressure of her lips. Jack's stomach muscles worked once, his balls almost jumping out of her mouth, so she sucked the two of them all the way in, holding them with her teeth, biting down on the crisp cock hairs that fringed the sac.
He moaned, holding her head. "Oh, Jesus, Mabel! Suck my balls, honey-suck 'em good!" Do it for me, you crazy bitch-eat my cock, eat my balls, eat my ass! Ahhhhhh, Christ!
He tried to hump against her, force his cock down and into her mouth, but she had too tight a hold on his balls. Her hands went around his ass, holding him tight against her face, the nails raking through his trousers at the flesh of his globes, digging into them. Jack did not even notice the pain, the sweat beading out on his forehead as his cock throbbed with the desire to be within her, working his will on her tender passages. He clutched at the back of her head, knees sagging, leaning backward and shoulders hunched forward to make a flat s-shape of his body. His eyes were closed as she sucked on his balls, her teeth closing now on the sac itself, working against it, the swollen balls completely captured within her mouth, as though she wanted to bite the sac off, swallow them down into her stomach.
Fucking merciful Christ in Heaven! He worked the muscles of his stomach in a steady rhythm, but she was not ready to let his balls escape. You filthy fucking whore bitch! I'll kill you-fucking kill you!
"Aggghhhhhh, Mabel! Please! Please!"
She released him then, settling back, her haunches riding her heels as she looked up at him, grinning with satisfaction.
"What's the matter, Jack baby? Too much for you?"
"Jesus, Mabel! You're inhuman!"
Animal! You think any cunt belongs to you just because you've got those things swinging below your cock! Well, I could have taken them away from you, Jack baby-all I had to do was bite down hard! Then you wouldn't be a man anymore-that beautiful prick of yours would be good for nothing but a handle for your fingers to hold on to while you're peeing! How about that, Jack-you bastard!
Cunt! I ought to take a fucking rusty file and shove it up that twat! Give you a taste of your own shitty medicine! Dirty cock-sucking whore!
Her asshole puckered, feeling the desire of the slit that ran parallel to it into her guts; she needed his cock now, wanted to feel him against her, working her. But I won't give you the satisfaction of knowing that, bastard! First I'm going to give your cock a working-over I posi-fucking-tively guarantee you will never forget!
Her lips reached for him again, capturing the head of his cock. Again the first pressure was light, as she tasted his juices, smelled the strength of his need in the odor released by his body. Her tongue touched the hole in the head of his cock, pushing against it; then dropped, to circle the exposed mushroom portion of his manhood. Then she was drawing the glans between her teeth, letting her teeth slide over the rim just enough to hold him there without biting down, her one hand cupped around his ass for balance while the other slid up the inside of his leg and teased at his balls. She let the nail of her forefinger scrape gently against the underside of his shaft, tracing the course of the heaviest vein, ticking against a blemish; then her thumb and forefinger were holding the shaft, working it gently as she began to suck it with the lightest possible pressure.
Jack tried to fuck her face, tried to force his cock farther into her mouth; but she would have none of it. She was in complete control. Both hands cupped his ass now, nails digging into the flesh of the globes-and now she finally took his cock all of the way into her mouth, taking it suddenly, pulling against him, so that before he knew what was happening she had him captured to the roots, her teeth pressing against the base, the head battering her vulva. She felt the pain of him in her throat, an ache that she tried to swallow away, and then she began to suck him, riding all the way out on his cock until only the head was captured, again held there by her teeth, then taking him all the way down again.
Oh, God! My guts are boiling-I'm going to be sick! Whore! Dirty whore fucking bitch stinking cocksucking-shit! Jesus shit! Jeesus!
"Oh Christ I'm cumming-I'm cummmmm-innnnngggggg! Mother of Christ fuck me fuck me fuck me! I am cummminnngggggg!"
His cock throbbed, enlarging to the fullest as the first spurt of his cum escaped from his balls and shot out the channel, compressed by the constriction of the cock flesh until it was under the greatest possible pressure. The first globules ran so fast upon each other that they formed a stream, exploding from his cock and against the back of her mouth, the cock working again and again, each blast of his escaping cream made easier by the passage of the load before it, yet each spurting under as great a pressure as the first, until at last his balls were working a dry reservoir, his cock pumping nothing, his groin humping against her face with nothing more to give.
Mabel swallowed, pressed her face all of the way against his groin, her lips counting the hairs that fringed him. Her throat opened wide, accepting all that his cock had to throw forth, swallowing his semen down and working the flesh of his cock for more.
"Oh, Shit!" He humped against her. "Sweet merciful shit! Suck me! Suck me! Suck . . . "
Her cheeks hollowed under the pressure exerted against the shaft of his cock. Fucking Heaven! Beautiful fucking Heaven! Sweet fucking sucking cum-throwing cock-bastard! I love it! I really fucking love it-I can't get enough of it! I want your cum, Jack-I want all of the cum in the world! I want every cock in the world to milk its cum out just for me to drink, to eat, to swallow, to wallow in! Cock! Fucking sucking cock!
He moaned, trying to force his cock through the back of her mouth.
She moaned, trying to swallow the flesh of his cock down with his disappeared load . . .
. . . her pussy was flooding, cumming of its own burning needs, its own thought-inspired desire, letting her juices pour out onto her legs, forming a puddle on the floor as she at last pulled back from his cock, let the softening shaft slide down across her chin to hang suspended in the soft curve before her face, its flesh glowing with the heat of the exploded passion. "Ohhhhh!"
She licked her lips, catching her balance with her fingertips against the rug as she looked up at him.
"Jesus . . . "
He was shaking his head, afraid to touch his cock, afraid to move back from her, afraid to do anything that might turn her loose on his meat again.
Fucking wonderful sweet cock! She sighed. Wilbur, I hate this bastard-but I love his cock! What am I going to do?
Bitch! Jack straightened his legs, moved back until he was leaning against the edge of a table. Fucking bitch cunt! I hate you-Jesus, but I hate you! But you've got the sweetest fucking pussy and sucking mouth I've ever seen! What the fuck am I going to do?
He sighed, his cock and balls hanging limp out of his pants, eyes closed as Mabel stood. She leaned against a chair a moment to catch her balance, suddenly feeling pain in her knees -but her pussy was as hot as ever. It was her turn for action, for his cock to pay its dues.
"All right, Jack-it's my turn now. You think you're the only one who's going to have fun?"
"Jesus, Mabel! My balls are killing me!"
He touched his testicles, lifting them gently, but she snorted.
"No way, Jack baby-you want to keep drawing your paycheck around here, you're going to earn it. I've just given you a promotion-in addition to your regular duties, you're now Chief Cock and Mabel Fucker. Come on! I need that fucking cock!"
He laughed. "Now you know who's the best, huh?"
"Don't get the wrong idea, Jack-you're not the only Mabel Fucker. I'll fuck who I please when I damn well want to, understand that! You're just here to service my cunt-nothing more! Don't get any bright ideas about taking over Wilbur's position-you can't. Nobody will ever be as good as Wilbur."
"Sure, Mabel, sure. Anything you fucking say-including fucking. I can stay with you all you want."
"Just to make sure you understand, Jack, from now on you're drawing a hundred more a week-your fucking money. Now get out of those goddamn clothes and start earning it before I change my mind and fire your ass instead!"
He grinned, and unbuttoned his shirt, his cock and balls still hanging out. Once the shirt was off he kicked off his shoes and lowered his trousers, then slid his shorts down over his ankles. His cock was starting to stand hard again as his blood tingled with the excitement of her watching him, his eyes glued to the mound of twitching pussy that was going to be feeling him. Mabel's legs were coated with her cum, but she was almost quivering with excitement as she waited for him to finish undressing and come to her.
Then Jack was moving to her, his arms taking her arms, pulling her against him for a throbbing kiss. She felt the probing cock between her legs, felt the juices running again in her twat.
Bastard! Mother fucking son of a bitch! "Hurry, Jack! In the bedroom-"
Cocksucker! Prick-loving whore! Only you're paying for it, not selling it, bitch! "No. Here -right here!"
Her tits rode up his chest as he bent her back, forced her down to the floor, his lips capturing her mouth. She tried to protest, tried to struggle against him, but he was paying her back now for what she had done to him earlier. He forced her off balance, until she was held up only by his hands, then lowered her to the floor, dropping after her, his knee between her legs and forcing them apart. Her wrists were in his hands now as she tried to fight him, but it was his turn to be in control. His weight was across her, his cock sliding up the inside of her thigh, its stiff shape finding the gaping vulva and slipping through easily on the lubrication of their combined moistures. Then he was all of the way into her, and relaxing, moving his legs out straight until he was comfortable.
"Cocksucker!" She clawed at his back. "Fucking cocksucker!"
"That's right, Mabel-I'm fucking you. Me, Jack-I'm on top! Open wide, because I'm going to plow you until my cock nails your ass to the floor!"
He was moving into her now, his cock beginning the riding movements, and already he was feeling the cum churning in his balls, excited beyond belief by his position over her.
Bitch! How do you like it, whore! I'm top cock now-me! You've got me all the way in you just the way you wanted! Fucking whore bitch!
"Fuck!" Her nails were no longer digging into him; now she was holding on for dear life as his cock lifted her ass off the floor, slammed into her, lighting the fire that had to burn itself out. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck meeeee! I'm cumminnnnggggg!" I am fucking cummminnngggggggg!"
CHAPTER FIVE
One more day! Unable to concentrate on the figures on the paper, Mabel dropped it onto the desk and leaned back, looking at Wilbur.
One more day, lover! Then this whole fucking thing is coming off-and I did it! They didn't think I could, the bastards-but I showed them, honey! I showed them all. I may have a cunt rather than a cock and balls between my legs-but I can have any cock and balls walking around. All I have to do is hump toward them, and give them one whiff of my pussy juice. They come running then, Wilbur. Not that any of them can stand up to you, but cock is cock. I have to settle for what I can get.
Her cunt was itching again, even though Jack had been in this morning to fuck her properly before he went off to school. But school was out now-even the boys in the band were out scattered around, helping the workers with their last-minute set-ups and checking of equipment.
The boys . . . Jesus, those two kids have sweet cocks. I wish I had them right now, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. Jerry, Tim-come here, you little fucking bastards!
That's what I need-those little bastards fucking!
She sighed, hating herself for thinking of fucking at a time like this; but her cunt was crawling again with the desire to feel a swollen cockhead sliding over the soft flesh of the walls. Those boys are beautiful-and just the right age. They don't think they're God's gift to women just because they're lucky enough to have cocks. That bastard, Jack-I don't know why I put up with his shit. Jesus, I feel like I pissed my pants-but it's only pussy Juice! I need cock!
Wilbur? She looked him right in the eye. I hope you don't mind what I'm going to do -but I am going to get those two kids to come back here and fuck me! It's not as though I was corrupting them, because I already did that. So maybe I'm a fucking bitch, a whore-I can't help myself! I need that cock!
She shoved back from the desk, mind made up, and got up. From the window, she could see the midway street below the office, but nothing more-although the sounds of the workmen carried clearly. She put her head out of the window but none of the boys were visible.
So, shit-I go looking for them!
Just as she was pulling in her head, a small figure came out of the Tunnel of Love, ducking around the corner of the building. It wasn't Jerry or Tim, but maybe the boy was heading to where the others were working. She'd check it out first.
It was a lovely day, warm, the sun shining. If the weather held like this for the weekend, then the opening would be perfect. And the weather forecast was good. So Mabel felt good as she walked along the Midway-her Midway, waving at the workers. About a hundred yards from the gate the road forked into a Y; the pitch games, Fascination concession, ski-ball, were down the left fork. The Tunnel of Love was to the right. The separate strokes curved back on each other, meeting at opposite ends in the little park with the calliope. Mabel took the right fork.
As Mabel walked along her street, she was making up a song in her mind. Sweet fucking Mabel, she was laying on the table, her asshole waving in the air . . . Then along came a fucker, who decided he would suck her . . . She couldn't think of anything properly horny to rhyme with chair, but she hummed the tune over to herself, liking what she had come up with so far. Maybe a good closing line would come to her later.
Fucking Mabel! Yeah, Wilbur, your old
Mabel is a fucking fool, that's for sure!
The Tunnel of Love was one of the largest buildings in the park, but once you got away from the hearts and flowers and Cupids painted on the front and walked around to the side, it didn't look much different from a warehouse or a garage. There was no one in sight in the little alley that ran between this building and one of the two funhouses-Wilbur loved the funhouses best of all, so he built two. The one here was in keeping with the love/Cupid theme, but he had given in to his own imagine and built a more conventional haunted house over on the other street.
Shit! She stopped, looking around. I'm sure that little fucker came in here! Where is the little bastard?
She kept on, to the back of the building, then stopped again as she turned the corner. The boy was there, the youngest-looking one of the six. What's his fucking name ? Oh, yeah Dave. Dave Troller. Let's see, he's fifteen. But he sure as shit doesn't look it-he looks more like twelve.
Dave was standing in profile to her, watching something out at the edge of the field. He didn't see her there, and now he was opening his fly and taking out his cock to take a leak.
Sweet merciful Jesus! Mabel couldn't believe her eyes. Is that thing for real? It looks like that rubber prick Wilbur brought home for a gag that time. Honey, you may look twelve on the outside, but where it counts you are very definitely a man!
The boy was shaking the last drops from his cock, skinning the foreskin back to rub the glans with the ball of his thumb. His eyes closed, his feet moving apart to give him a stronger base for standing, and his back arched to bring his cock forward. Now his fingers were sliding over the surface of his shaft, and Mabel could see it growing harder. He cupped his palm over the head of his cock, fucking into it a few strokes; then returned to jerking off, speeding up now that his cock was standing hard again.
Oh, no! She licked her lips. You're not going to waste that juicy piece of sweet red meat, you little son of a bitch! Maybe you're cherry -shit! I hope you are cherry! Because I'm gonna pick you right off the tree! Hold on, honey-Mabel's coming! Pretty soon we'll both of us be cumming!
Eyes still closed, Dave did not see her as she approached, although she was sure he would hear her heart pounding. Mabel was close enough to touch him now; her tongue darted out over her lips again as her mouth seemed dry. She worked her throat to bring up some saliva as she decided whether to say something-or just grab his cock.
"What?" The boy sensed her presence at last, and opened his eyes-to find that he was staring straight into Mabel's face. "Oh, Jesus --! "
"Don't worry, honey-Dave, honey."
Christ, I can feel that thing pushing my pussy now! Shit, you hired that cock two weeks ago, Mabel! What's taken you so fucking long to get to it!
"Jeez, Mrs. Love-I'm sorry!" He was trying to stuff his cock back into his pants, but the hard-on was too big to fit into his shorts. It was still standing hard-Mabel was pleased at that.
"It's okay, Dave-I don't mind at all. There's nothing wrong with taking a little break when you feel the need to scratch yourself. I always say, if you itch, scratch-and I've got a pretty big itch of my own. Why don't you scratch it for me?"
"Mrs. Love!" What the fuck-does she mean it? The boy was confused. She's talking about fucking . . . I think. I hope! Jeez, maybe this is my chance to get into a real pussy, rather than just rubbing off between Sissy's legs. Shit, Sissy won't ever let me fuck her-she's been reading that crap about brothers and sister producing idiots when they fuck together.
"Don't be embarrassed, Dave." Mabel's arm was around his waist, her other hand reaching down to touch the swollen flesh of his shaft, drawing it back out into the open again. "You've got a nice big one-but I bet all of the girls tell you that." I bet you treat them all right, too-the little bitches! Sure I'm fucking jealous! What woman wouldn't be jealous just knowing that other cunts were getting a taste of a cock like this?
"Mrs. Love, we shouldn't be doing this!" The boy was looking right down into her dress now, seeing her tits. Shit, I can see the nipples. Christ, they're big! I wonder what it's like to kiss them? I wonder what it's like to shove your cock into a real pussy-and fuck? I hope she's going to let me do it!
"Stop, worrying, Dave." Mabel was breathing hard, her tits rising and falling with each intake of air; she was hugging the boy to her now, and he felt the weight of her left tit against his chest. All he had to do was reach up to touch it . . .
Shit, she wants it worse than I do! He let his left hand come up, reaching over to lay his fingers gently on the curve of her tit. But he didn't know what to do next. Mabel looked up at him, smiling.
"I've got an idea, Dave-let's go inside the Tunnel. There's an emergency Exit back here. Nobody can see us in there."
"Yeah." Shit yeah-I sure as shit don't want anybody to see me! Maybe I'm gonna do it wrong, and make a fool of myself! I wish I had some fucking experience-at fucking! Yeah! To fuck, you need fucking experience!
The door was sticking a bit, but the boy tugged it open, and then they were behind the scenery. They had to climb a short flight of stairs to get up above the level of the water-filled channels that carried the boats, and then they were in the storage area for the extra boats. Mabel could see fairly well by the light that came in two windows in the back wall of the building-and then she decided that that was a bad thing.
Shit, the kid is nervous enough as it is. I don't want him to have a fucking heart attack! Although what a way for a kid to go!
She found a place where she could step through the scenery, and into one of the boats that was already in the channel. It rocked heavily as she put her weight into it, bumping against the wooden wall; then she was sitting down, the boy coming in after her.
Dave stepped across her, his cock almost in her face-and suddenly Mabel reached up to grab him, stopping him that way, one foot on either side of her legs. She reached out her tongue to taste the head of his cock, and the boy shivered.
"Oh, wow! Jeez, Mrs. Love!"
"You ever have a blowjob, Dave honey?"
"Uh uh! Never!" I don't count that faggot Kenny in the sixth grade. Besides, I wasn't big enough to cum then anyway. "I've never done anything like this!"
Sweet Jesus, Mabel! He is a virgin!
"You've never had a girl, honey?"
He shook his head. "Not like this."
Mabel sighed, happily-and was suddenly diving down onto his cock, taking it all the way into her mouth. The boy stiffened, his back arching-and then he was shooting his load, spattering her throat, choking. His hands went automatically to her head, holding on tight as he humped against her face until the last of his cock juice was slipping past her tonsils.
Then he sagged away, letting go of her head, ashamed of what he had done.
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Love! How can I make up for that? I don't know what to say-Jeez, I'm sorry!"
Mabel shook her head, clearing her eyes; then she laughed.
"What is there to be sorry for, Dave? The whole idea of the sex game is to get your rocks off. You were kinda of sudden, I will admit-I don't think I've ever seen anyone blow his wad so quickly. But I don't mind."
"Jeez, you don't mind that I came in your mouth?"
"No, honey-I liked it. You've got a sweet taste, one of the nicest I've ever had."
Sweet fucking Jesus! Is she nuts? She eats cum-what other crazy thing is she gonna do ? Shit, Dave, you better get your ass away from this crazy woman! Fuck the band and the thousand bucks!
But Mabel had ideas of her own. She was unbuttoning the top of his jeans now, undoing the buckle and sliding the pants down over his hips. She paused when the pants were at his knees, and pulled his shorts down to the same level. His cock was sticking straight out from his belly, and as she bent forward to pick up his foot, it struck into the valley between her breasts.
Then she had his pants off the one foot, following it with the other, and the boy was standing bare-assed before her. Mabel ran her hands up the backs of his legs, feeling the fine down that coated them even though his hair would have been invisible even in bright light. Here, with nothing but a red emergency bulb for illumination, he was little more than a shadow in front of her-but his prick was plain to see.
Mabel honey, if all boys today are built like this kid, then it's time you gave up men! Boys are better fucking anyway. They can stay with you longer, cum more often, fill you full of their fucking! Shit, what could be more perfect than a stiff cock like this and a horny boy behind it to push into you?
"Aggghhh, God! Dave, honey, how are you at fucking? Think you can work that stick in and out of my pussy without problems?"
"Jeez . . . sure! If you really want me to, Mrs. Love."
"What the fuck do you think we're doing here?" she asked. Then she laughed. "Honey, don't worry-Mabel is going to take care of everything. Skin out of that shirt-I like my boys to be buck naked when they climb inside of me. Fucking with clothes on makes it seem too much like you're doing something sneaky, in a hurry-as though you're ashamed of fucking. And I'm not ashamed of anything I do. How about you?"
"Sure, Mrs. Love-I mean, no! I guess not -I'm not ashamed, no!"
"You're having fun, aren't you, honey."
"Yeah! Sure!"
He was pulling his polo shirt over his head while Mabel undid her blouse, not wanting to wait any longer for him to do it for her. Then she was standing and undoing her skirt, letting it fall to the bottom of the boat. She stepped out of it, the little boat rocking to their motion, and then she lay back in the boat. This one was in the shape of a swan, and the curve at the back was in just the right position for her shoulders to rest against-as though Wilbur had designed the boat for just this purpose.
Is that right, Wilbur-you horny bastard? Did you really want people to fuck their way through the Tunnel of Love ? She was sure that he was grinning down at her from wherever he was, saying, Of course, Mabel! What the fuck else is it good for?
Now Dave was kneeling between her spread legs, holding himself over her as though afraid to touch her. Jeezus, Dave! You're really doing it! Your cock is pointed right at her pussy! Shit, my balls are so hot I think I'll cum without even touching her!
Then Mabel was reaching up to help him, her hands sliding around him, pulling him down to her until his weight was against her tits. She felt his smooth skin against her own, his cock pressing against her belly; and she humped up against him to make him slide down farther. Then he was probing between her legs, his stiff swollen head battering at her crotch without finding the proper location. She let her hands slide down his back, finding the cheeks of his ass and cupping them, then taking his weight and lowering it to the proper position. Then she was bringing him back up again, the lips of her cunt gaping wide to accept the approach of his cock.
Oh, Christ I No! No! I'm in her, I am really in her!
The swollen head of his cock was against the mound now, pressing through the fleshy outer lips, feeling its way to the proper angle and against the proper passage. Mabel pulled down on her groin, feeling the passion surge through her entire body, her tits so engorged that they seemed to be on fire. Then she thrust up against him, suddenly, capturing the head of his cock and sucking it within the channel. Now he was two inches inside her-and then she humped again and he was entering her all the way, bottoming out, his cock riding up through her loins, pressing against her guts, battering at her womb.
"Aggghhhhh, Christ! Do it, honey! Fuck me!
Fuck Mabel! Fuck meeeee!"
Now Dave began to work against her, awkward, not knowing what to do. Mabel tried to hump with him, to control the movement, but her position in the boat did not permit the proper degree of direction. At last she pulled down on his back, sighing.
"Stop, Dave-this isn't right. It's no good."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Love! What's the matter?"
"We need a bed-but there's no bed here. Turn over. Keep your cock in me, but let me get on top."
The manuever was difficult, but at last they were in the position she wanted, Dave resting his head against the back of swan, his arms out on the edges of the boat, his legs pressed tight together and his cock and balls sticking straight up into the air. Now Mabel was lowering herself onto him, kneeling astride him, her hands on his shoulders. She felt his cock at the entrance again, hesitated a moment-then threw herself down against it.
Ah, Jesus! That's it! That's good! That's beautiful! Honey boy, I'm going to teach you how to fuck yet! Hang on, Dave baby-hang on!
"Hold on, Dave-we're going to Hell!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Love-yeah!"
Their bodies slick with each other's sweat, Mabel let herself slide down his belly as his cock went all of the way into her body, forced to the last fraction of an inch by the full weight of her. Her tits were crushed against him until she rose up again, and now she was leaning over him, her breasts going on either side of his face, smothering him. His hands went up as he tried to work free of this breath-stealing mass, and she took pity; then she was feeding the one to his lips, delighting in the cool/hot feel of his mouth as he sucked down on her.
But she couldn't hold the position, as slick as she was with sweat; her body was sliding down on him again, carrying her down onto his cock, the stab of his cock throwing a fountain of delightful fire up into her. She pulled herself up again, with more difficulty this time as the amount of slick increased, and dropped once more. A dozen strokes she managed that way-and then she felt the sensation that meant she was there, at the goal that she had been chasing for all of this time. Her body was ready to release her energy in the one great explosion.
"Honey, hold on! I'm cumminnnggggg!"
The boy was trying to work against her now, trying to fuck up as she was coming down, throwing his own weight into the forceful movement, feeling the outer lips of her cunt sucking at his balls as she bottomed out. And now he knew that his own load was ready to explode. His balls were filled with the tickling pain that meant they could not hold back any longer.
"Let me up!" he cried. "Let me up-I'm cumminnnggggggg ! "
He clawed at her back, but Mabel was collapsing against him, dropping down onto him as her cunt flooded out its juices, soaking his crotch, soaking the seat of the little boat. And now the boy's cum was mixed with her own, the two blending together, his spurts rising up through her passage to add the last taste of joy to the act of their fucking. Even though she felt ready to collapse from the strain of the ride, felt as though her heart were trying to explode in her chest, she did not want to give him up, to climb off his beautiful young cock.
At last they stopped working together, were still together, Dave's arms limp around her body, Mabel's face against his shoulder. The burning sensation was gone from her cunt now, the nipples of her tits no longer aching-although sensitive even to the feel of the boy's body beneath them.
"I came," he said. Jesus, I really did it-I fucked her, and I shot my load into her! I really fucking did it! Shit! "I'm sorry-I wasn't wearing anything. But I couldn't help it."
"It's okay," she said, softly, lifting her lips to kiss him gently on the curve of the cheek. "It's all right, Dave-I'm using the pill. I won't get knocked up."
Holy fuck, Wilbur-he's the best one yet! And in this crazy fucking position. What will it be like to have him in a real bed?
She knew that she was going to have him in bed at the very first opportunity.
Shit! I'm going to have them all in bed--every last one of them! There's only three more to go, Mabel-you've already tasted three of the boy cocks. Why stop now? You might as well fuck every kid in the band!
It was a beautiful thought. She milked his cock with her cunt muscles, making the boy gasp; his hands were pushing against her.
"Jeez, Mrs. Love-I can't! Not three times in a row!"
What the fuck have I got myself into? Doesn't she ever get enough, for Chrissake? She'll fuck me to death!
Mabel laughed, patting his ass. "It's okay, honey. We can stop now. We better save some for next time."
Next time? His heart jumped. She's gonna let me do it again! Shit, Dave! She's gonna let you fuck her again!
His eyes closed, his cock jumped in her cunt, almost stirring into hardness-and then there was a sudden and very loud rattling. It stopped, and came again-
And the boat was moving beneath them . . .
CHAPTER SIX
"What the fuck?"
The sudden motion of the boat threw Mabel from the boy, tumbled her in the bottom. She struggled to pull herself up, hanging onto the sides.
"What's happened?" cried Dave, frightened. The jerking start had dumped his ass from the seat; now his knees were sticking straight up, his cock and balls flopping between his legs. "What's going on?"
Son of a bitch! "Somebody started the ride," said Mabel. "Take it easy, honey-don't panic. There's plenty of time for us to get dressed. We won't come out for at least three or four minutes."
She found something now and picked it up -Dave's shirt. "Here," she said, handing it to the boy. "Relax Dave-put it on."
"I haven't got my t-shirt!" he said, fright still in his voice. "Where's my shorts?-the rest of my clothes? Jesus, Mrs. Love!"
Mabel grabbed him, pulled him up onto the seat; then she put her arms around him, hugging him against her soft tits. She kissed him, gently.
"Take it easy, honey," she said again. "It's going to be all right." Her hand touched the limp tube of his cock. "Nothing's going to happen-just don't panic. Here."
Now she found the rest of his underwear, under the seat. She gave it to him. "Get dressed now-hurry."
She was pulling on her skirt, zipping it up; now she found her blouse and slipped into it. The boy was standing up now, slipping awkwardly into his underwear; for a second his cock and balls caught on the waistband as he pulled up his shorts. If the boat hadn't been moving, Mabel would have reached out and captured that beautiful juicy boy-prick with her mouth.
Jesus, Wilbur-were you like that as a kid? I could fuck and suck on that thing all day long!
Now the boy was pulling up his pants, but he couldn't manage the top button until Mabel reached up and tugged the bit of shirt cloth out of the way for him. Then she pulled him down onto the seat beside her, for they were coming close to the exit of the Tunnel.
And now she was getting pissed, first panic forgotten. Who the fuck is playing games? Some cocksucker is about to have his ass in a royal sling!
Then they were at the last set of doors, bumping through them, the two of them blinking against the sudden sunlight. Mabel rubbed her eyes, and looked over at the ride controls. She blinked again-and recognized Jack as the man bending over the motor. A mechanic was on his knees beside Jack, neither of them looking this way.
And then the boat was bumping into the one ahead of it, that was already waiting for the first passenger of the year. Jack turned around at the noise.
"What the fuck?"
He slammed the lever on the control panel and the noise of the cable came to a halt. He stared at Mabel, and then at the boy sitting beside her.
"What the shit is this?"
"That's what I was about to say," said Mabel, deciding to brazen it out. Shit, Jack doesn't own me! I can fuck who I want, when I want, and where I want! Maybe I ought to charge tickets! "Dave and I were checking out the back of the Tunnel when this goddamn thing started up under us. We could've broken a leg or something! Why the hell didn't you holler?"
"How was I supposed to know you were in there?"
Then Jack spotted the disarray of their clothes: Dave's shirt was buttoned wrong, and the boy's hair stuck up wildly where it had rested on the back of the seat.
"You bitch!" Fury blazed in Jack's eyes, and he stepped forward, fist half-clenched and half-raised. "Checking it out-checking what? The size of the kid's cock ? You crazy fucking bitch! Filthy whore cunt! So goddamn cock hungry you fuck little kids! Jesus Christ-I'm not enough for you? Maybe we should get you a fucking donkey-maybe he could fill your cunt-hole!"
"Shut up, Jack!"
Dave was trying to scramble up onto the platform, but Mabel caught his belt, used him to pull herself up. The boy wanted nothing more than to break away, get his ass the fuck out of there-and the minute she let him go he did just that, jumping over the platform and running down the ramp and up the Midway as fast as his legs would carry him.
You dirty cocksucker! Mabel was trembling with her fury. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You don't like the way I do things, Jack-get your ass off my property! You don't own me-you don't even have squatter's rights between my legs! I let you fuck me because I want you to fuck me-and don't you forget that a hundred bucks of your paycheck pays you for just that service! If anybody around here is a whore, then it's you! I only buy-you're the one who sells it!"
Now she noticed the mechanic, who had backed himself into the corner by the motor, staring wild-eyed at the two of them.
"What the fuck are you staring at, Ernie? You got something to say?"
"Noooooo way!" He was shaking his head. "You do just as you want to-boss! I'm here to bang things around with my wrench, nothin' more. I see nothin', I say nothin'-right now I don't even hear nothin', "
Mabel laughed. "Maybe I ought to give you Jack's job-how are you at fucking, Ernie?"
"I got me a wife, Mabel-that's all I can take care of, thank you!"
"Smart man!" She laughed again. "You better smarten up some, Jack-quick! Or your days are numbered!"
She turned away from him, went down the ramp. The dirty bastard! So he doesn't like the idea of me fucking the kids? Well, Mr. Smart-ass Jack Hargren, you don't even know about Jerry and Tim! What the fuck do you say to that?-I had the two of them at the same time! And now I'm gonna get me the rest of the kids, just as quick as I can throw them down onto the ground. Where the fuck are they?
Just then she spotted another of the boys coming this way, carrying a box of light bulbs and a long-handled tool for unscrewing them. What was his name?-oh, yeah: Gary How-land. He's sixteen-but I bet his cock isn't as big as Dave's. Let's find out!
"Gary!"
The boy stopped when she called his name, waited for Mabel to come up to him. "What are you doing now, Gary?"
"I gotta check the red bulbs in the fun houses, Mrs. Love." He was of medium height, a little too chunky for Mabel's taste-probably twenty pounds of that gut was unnecessary.
Maybe I can wear some of it off you, Gary! We'll use Mrs. Love's Patented Fucking Method-Guaranteed to Whip Pounds Off The Gut and Add Inches to The Cock!
"I was just going to check out the Fun House myself, Gary. Why don't you walk through it with me?"
"Sure!" He smiled, revealing a chipped tooth. His hair was coal black, even the heavy shading on his arms; a wisp was sticking up over the sagging collar of his t-shirt, and his tits were heavy against the stained white cloth.
Jesus, Mabel-why not grab those twin beauties? The boys like to suck your titties, maybe this is your chance to find out what's so good about them!
The funhouse here had two huge intertwined hearts for a front, with an arrow stabbing through them. Mabel stepped just inside the Exit doors to throw the switch on the control panel, and then she and the boy went up the ramp and through the first doors. She grabbed his arm.
"It gets dark in here," she said, explaining, as he looked down at her hand.
"Oh, yeah. Sure. I always bring my girls in here-I think it's more fun than the Haunted House."
"Do you have a lot of girls, Gary."
"Yeah, sure."
"How many?"
He seemed embarrassed. Tell me, baby-tell cock-hungry Mabel all about your conquests. I want to hear all the details, including the size of their titties and how good they are at squeezing the cum out of your cock!
"I dunno, Mrs. Love-ten, twelve, maybe. I never tried to count."
"You like girls, Gary?" She squeezed his arm.
"Sure! I'm no faggot!" The first hazard was the rocking floor; it started pitching them back and forth now, forcing her to hold onto him. It was fairly bright in here-bright enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing panties when the air-hose suddenly blew her skirt up. The boy's eyes turned around, and his face reddened. "You like me, Gary?"
"Jeez, sure, Mrs. Love!" What the fuck is this? She trying to make you, Gary? She ain't got nothin' on under that dizzy skirt-and her cunt sure looks hairy! Shit, maybe she wants you to fuck her!
Mabel smiled, holding him even tighter. That's good, Gary-because I sure like you! I wonder how big your cock is ? In just a minute now I'm going to find out.
Suddenly a section of the floor was dropping out, turning into a long twisting slide. Mabel was ready for it, but the boy was not; he landed heavily on his ass, and she would have lost him if she had not been holding on so tight. They went down the metal slide together, forced by the narrow space into a facing position, and now her hands were grabbing at his body, his belt-reaching down to grab at his crotch.
Jesus! She did that on purpose, Gary! She does want you to fuck her!
Mabel was satisfied. Not as big as Dave, but you're big enough, Gary. You won't fall out of my cunt!
Sweet fuckin' mama! She grabs me again and my cock is gonna jump right through my pants!
Now the slide was ending, dumping them into the rotating barrel. Laughing and giggling, they slid together, the boy trying to pull himself to his feet-but Mabel was holding him back, pulling him down, her hand caught in his belt. He fell against her and rolled on top of her, and her legs went around him, grabbing his ass, pulling him down between her tits.
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Love!"
They were tumbling over and over together now; Mabel would not let go. She felt the outline of his cock pressing through his pants and against her cunt.
"What's the matter, Gary-don't you want to fuck me?"
"Shit, yeah! But we can't fuck in this goddamn barrel!"
Mabel laughed. "Okay, honey. Get off me, and we'll get out of here. There must be someplace more comfortable nearby."
Shit, Mabel-maybe you ought to take him back to the apartment. Keep up this fucking in odd places and you're going to end up with an ass full of splinters!
Gary crawled ahead of her, finally getting to his feet in time to jump out the other end of the barrel. He turned, and waited for Mabel, holding out his hand. She caught him, and jumped out; then stood teetering for a moment, until she caught her balance.
Then she was looking at the boy, holding out her arms to him. He stared at her, came into her arms, kissed her heavily on the lips. His tongue probed into her mouth, showing his experience, working roughly against her own tongue as he fucked her there. At the same time he was humping against her crotch, his stiff cock riding up across her mound through his trousers, the fabric outlining the shape of the cock so that it almost filled the length of her slit.
Aggghhh, Christ! It's beautiful! I can't wait any longer-I'm gonna take him right here, right on the fucking floor!
Hell's shit! His lips were sucking against her tongue now, trying to pull it from its roots, trying to swallow it into his throat. You fucking bitch! You think I'm a kid-but you're so fucking wrong, lady! My big sister taught me to fuck when I was four years old, and I've had a lot of fucking practice since! Shit, Carol was the greatest piece of ass I ever had-but even she didn't have knockers like you!
He was taking Mabel's tits into his hands now, lifting first one and the other, balancing the soft weight in his palms. As he held them up the mass of the breast flattened out, turning the aureoles into an oval. Her nipples were like two brown eyes staring up at him, and he felt the fever that was coursing through her body. The blouse was sagging on her arms, and now he was ripping it from her, roughly, the fabric tearing.
You little bastard! Her clawed hands came up against his back, nails digging in as she forced him against her, feeling him crushing her tits flat as their mouths met again. You dirty son-of-a-bitch-you'll pay for ruining that! Shit-now how am I going to get out of here?
But she couldn't worry about that now. The fire was burning in her cunt again, raging all the way back into her womb, heating her passion and burning her skin into a feverish flush. Her heat was penetrating to the boy now as he fumbled for the button at the side of her skirt. He managed to open the zipper, and now his hand was feeling the hard elastic of the garter belt, moving on down to feel her ass. Her buttocks were twitching under his touch, and he could feel her groin moving against his own.
He stepped back, letting the skirt fall to the floor; and then he was bending to lift her foot, caressing the shape of her high heel shoes. He dropped to his knees before her, placing her foot on his right leg, looking up at the swollen tits hanging high above him. His fingers rubbed the side of the shoe, moved up to the ankle, as his tongue came out of his lips.
Jesus, she is beautiful! That cunt is big enough to swallow me whole-and I wish it would! I wish I could feel her cunt squeezing against the sides of my head, taking me all the way into her womb.
"Jesus, Mrs. Love!" He was bending to kiss her shoe, letting his tongue trail up the inside of her leg. "Make me fuck you! Make me eat your pussy!"
Why you queer little bastard! You want me to boss you around, do you! Okay, honey-here goes trouble!
Mabel lifted her foot, shoving him flat on his back. He stared up at her with frightened eyes, but did not try to move away from her.
"What the fuck do you think this is?" she demanded. "What's the fucking idea-you're still dressed, while I'm bare-assed naked. Get those goddamn clothes off, boy!"
He scrabbled away from her, hurried to do as she said. His t-shirt came over his head, his pants came down to his knees with his shorts still in them. Then he was kicking off his sneakers, pulling off his socks and taking his pants off the rest of the way. Then he lay back on the floor, naked except for the watch on his wrist and the ring on his finger, his legs, cocked up slightly, knees spread apart, hands against the floor. Fear was in his eyes as Mabel stood over him, one foot on either side of his shoulders.
"You're a pussy-eater, eh, boy? What the fuck else do you suck-cock, maybe?"
"No! No, Mrs. Love! I don't do dirty things like that!"
"How the fuck do I know you're telling the truth?"
"I swear to God I'm telling the truth! Please, believe me! Don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you!" She laughed. Boy, you're a weird one-but I'm gonna have fun with you! I always wanted a slave boy! "Shit, Gary, you'll be lucky if you get out of here with your balls!"
"Please!" He was whimpering now, but he didn't try to move, not even an inch. The plank flooring felt rough beneath his bare skin, and he was sure at least one splinter was sticking into his ass, but he accepted the pain.
Shit, bitch! Give it to me! Drop that beautiful fucking pussy onto my face so I can suck out every drop of your love juice!
"Are you hungry, Gary?"
"Ye-yes."
"Okay, get ready to eat me!"
Her crotch was wide open as she lowered herself onto his face, the inner flesh livid and slick with her moisture. The juices were already flowing-and now she was on top of him, capturing his face completely, covering his mouth and even his nose with her pussy, rubbing herself up and down on his face until her juices completely coated him, soaking even his hair.
Gary was choking now, his ass rising off the floor and fucking at the air as he tried to breathe. But his hands stayed on the floor, did not try to lift her away. She took pity on him, and rose up so that he could breathe. Then she was dropping down on him again, leaning back, one hand going behind her back to grab at his cock as his tongue began to work in and out of her snatch.
Oh, God! This kid is going to tear out the insides of my cunt! Sweet fucking holy Christly Jesus! Aggghhhh! Jesus, I can't stand itaggggghhhhhh!
"Agggggghhhhhhhh!" The scream tore from her lips as Gary's tongue found her clit, rode across it, then battered it back and forth. Then she was pulling up just enough to let him capture the clit in his lips, let him suck it between his teeth. He nibbled gently on the tiny hard tube, his tongue flicking across the tip.
"Ahhh, Christ!" Mabel was balancing herself now with her left hand flat against the floor, her right hand shoving down into the soft flesh of his gut. Now she was capturing his cock in her hand, the thick shaft burning hot. He gurgled as she put her hand over the head, squeezing it tight between her fingers, but he could not speak against her cunt. Then she was jerking him up and down, not looking but feeling his balls bounce as her fist slammed repeatedly against him.
Oh sweet loving Jesus! This is beautiful! Wilbur, how come you never did this for me? You sucked on my pussy-but it was never anything like this! Christ, I'm going to cum! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Hell's cock and Hell's cunts! I'm cumming!
Her cum flooded out over the boy's face now, running into his eyes, his nose, even into his ears. Then it was coursing down the underside of his chin as he tried to suck in every drop, swallow it down. Mabel was rising up and down on his face now as her cunt shot out its spunk, her hand squeezing so hard at the base of his cock that at last the boy cried out.
"Please! You're tearing it off!"
The breath rasped from her throat as she eased herself back from him, letting her grip on his cock relax. Then she was sliding back, sitting on his chest, on his belly, rising up over him to sit at last on his cock, the throbbing shaft finding its way straight into her snatch as the boy's fingers traced the trail of her cunt juice from his neck down to his crotch. His knees were drawn up behind her, but as Mabel lowered herself heavily he dropped his legs straight out.
Jesus fucking Christ! His tongue licked over his lips, tasting her acrid sweetness, the salt washed from her pores with the flooding of her cum.
"Jesus, Mrs. Love! You damn near killed me!"
"And you loved every second of it, every drop of it, Gary boy! Didn't you?" She squeezed her cunt tight about his cock, making the boy cry out.
"Owww! Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mrs. Love!"
"Not good enough, Gary. From now on when we're alone together, whether we're fucking or not, it's 'Yes, Mistress!' Do you understand?" She cut her cunt muscles into his cock again for emphasis.
"Yes!" the boy screamed. "Yes . . . Mistress!"
"Okay, boy. You know your place. All fucking men should be as smart as you-know that they're good for nothing but to service horny women. Studs, that's all any of you are good for. I promise you one thing, Gary-you're one hung horse that's gonna have all the cunt fucking you can handle!"
"Yes . . . Mistress." Gary said it softly, looking up at her with worshipful eyes. Carol, this is what I wanted you to do to me-this is what I need, a cunt to order me around, make me a willing slave. I'd rather have you, Carol-but she has me now!
"You got any cum in those balls, boy?"
"Yes, Mistress. I think so."
"Well, let's find out. Hang on to the floor, because I am about to fuck it out of you!"
Mabel milked his cock with her cunt again, then rose far enough over him to let her slide her legs down beside his own. Her tits hung above him as she held herself there, until at last the boy understood that she wanted him to suck on her nipple. He took it between his teeth, pulling down with all his suction, as she began to ride him. His balls were already tensed to the exploding point, and it was no more than seven strokes before he was humping up against her, unable to let her do it all.
"I'm cumming, Mistress!" he cried. "I'm cumminnnngggg!"
"Cum, you little cocksucking cunt-lapping bastard! Cum into Mabel, cum into Mama! Cum, honey-cum!"
Eyes closed, she rode him until her own juices were released again, riding up over him on the wings of the explosion of love.
Wilbur! "I'm cummmmiinnnnngggggggggg! Aggggghhhhhhh, Christ! Hold me, Gary! I'm cumminnnggggggg!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gary was a mess, even after the boy had finished dressing; his face was burning red, his ears flaming, and his hair was completely soaked with Mabel's cum.
"Jesus, Gary, I can't let you go back to work like that. You've gotta have a shower. You stink so bad they'll smell cunt on you a mile away."
"Yes, Mrs.-Mistress."
"That's better boy." She looked down at her own ruined blouse. "Fucking Jesus! See what you did to me? I can't go out on the Midway like this!"
"Maybe I could bring you another blouse after I have my shower . . . Mistress," said the boy.
"Shit, no! I'm not going to wait that long."
You little fucking bastard! I should make you pay for this blouse, take it out of your salary-but Jesus, your fucking lips are so sweet on my pussy! I'll make you pay, all right-you'll pay me a thousand times over with your mouth and your cock!
"Come on-we'll sneak around the back of the buildings. I don't think anybody will see us."
Maybe that fucking Jack will see us-and know we've been fucking! Shit, if I thought he would stand still for it, I'd fuck this beautiful boy right in front of Jack. Gary wiU do anything I tell him to do. But Jack is such a bastard, he'd probably try to kill both of us.
She sent the boy under the workings of the funhouse to shut off the equipment; then when he came back they went together to the exit that gave out onto the fields in back. Twenty or so feet away was a tall mesh fence, to keep the animals grazing in the neighboring fields out of the park-admission was free; but once inside the suckers found that everything here had a price tag.
There was no problem at all in making their way along the back of the buildings. The only danger spot was when they had to come around to the front of the office, to reach the stairs. But nobody was in the street, and soon they were inside the apartment, Mabel shrugging out of the blouse and holding it up to see if it was repairable. She was oblivious of the boy's eyes staring at her tits.
"Okay, Gary, the bathroom is in there. Watch the hot water-it goes from cold to scalding very quickly. Ease the knob around until the temperature is right."
Then she looked up, saw that he was staring. "What the fuck are you looking at, boy?"
"I'm . . . I'm sorry, Mistress. It's just that your tits are so beautiful! I've never seen anything like them before."
"Yeah?" She was pleased. "Come here and kiss them."
"Yes, Mistress!" The boy was eager as he came to her, held each breast in his hand for a second, then bent to suck the nipple into his mouth. The pressure warmed Mabel's groin again.
Jesus Christ, bitch! How many times are you going to cum in one day? You've had three cocks in you already, and it's still the afternoon-and you want to get those other two kids, remember, before they get out of here.
But Gary was turning her on, and now she needed his cock. She groaned as she held him to her tits, feeling his hair slick with her cum; now she was lifting him up, undoing his pants again.
"Shit, Gary-get out of those fucking clothes! My hands are too nervous."
He hurried to do as she said, as Mabel dropped her skirt again. She started to slip out of her shoes, then remembered the boy's earlier reaction to them. Shit, it wouldn't do any harm to leave them on for him.
Now Gary was naked again, the boy coming to her, Mabel's arms going around him. She smelled the strong stink of their earlier fucking, and now she was working him in the direction of the bedroom, pushing him against the bed. Gary let her control him, let her do what she would. He dropped beneath her, and then Mabel was climbing up beside him, reaching for the boy, making him rise up over her.
The boy entered her, his cock standing at full hard again, plunging all of the way into her. But as he looked down he was no longer seeing Mabel's face, no longer imagining his sister. Now he saw only his mother, the one woman he had been longing to enter ever since he first spied his mother and father fucking together when he was a small child. All these years he had wanted to capture her the way his father captured her, make her beg for release from his tormenting passion.
Fuck me Momma! I'm fucking you-fuck me now!
Oh sweet loving fuck! Mabel humped against him, legs wrapped around him, trying to draw the last possible inch of his cock into her cunt. "Sweet fuck! Do it, Gary! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Oh Christ Carol! I wish you were here, I wish I were fucking you and Momma and you were watching me fuck Momma! I wish you were watching me fuck right now!
The boy plunged into her, his cock swelling until it was half again as large as it ever had been before-and then he knew that his seed was boiling, his cum ready to explode again.
"I'm cumming!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot!"
Mabel was almost there; she closed her eyes, panting against the wild ride of the boy, feeling the urge in her gut that meant she was ready to release her passion flood once more. How many times does that make today? Jesus, I've lost count!
"Ride me, Gary! Fuck me, boy! Fuck into me-I'm cumminnnnggggg!"
His cock plunged to the depths of her cunt, filled her with his juice, milked her of the last of her passion, the two of them rising and falling together, riding over the crest of total excitement, hearts pounding, blood surging madly through engorged flesh. He rode up over her, hung above her as she tore out his life, pulled everything that was in his balls, the muscles of her cunt rippling around the flesh of his cock to milk him of his cum.
And then they were finished together, sagging together, Gary collapsing across her, both totally exhausted, fighting for breath. Mabel's chest heaved, her breasts forcing the boy up above her; then he fell back again as her hand traced a gentle circle on his back.
"Oh, Jesus!" The boy swallowed. "Oh, God!"
Mabel lifted her lips to kiss his face. "You're good, Gary. You're very, very good."
They lay together for several minutes, neither speaking, trying to gather the strength to move. Then the boy was rolling off her, laying on his back, one hand resting against her side while the other was flung up at the top of the bed. His cock was hanging limp across his thigh, but it was still swollen, reddened. Mabel reached down to touch him there, and the boy winced.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please . . . Mistress."
"That's better, Gary." She patted his thigh. "Christ, you stink! You better get into that shower."
His chest heaved half a dozen times more, and then he was rolling off the bed, finding his way into the shower. A pile of clean towels was already there, on a shelf over the toilet; now he turned on the water, and was stepping into the billowing clouds of sudden steam.
Mabel breathed deeply, gathering her own strength. Then she sat up, seeing the boy's clothes in a sodden heap in the middle of the living room. She went to them, picked them up; they were in no condition to wear. She went to several of the cartons filled with Wilbur's life, and pulled out clean underwear and pants for him, tossing them on the bed. When he came out, she pointed to them.
"Those were my husband's, Gary, but you better wear them now. Tell your mother you ripped the ass out of your own pants and shorts on a nail or something-say you caught your t-shirt on another nail. Tell her I gave you these to have something to get home on, and that I threw your things away."
"Yes, Mrs.-Mistress."
She smiled. "Okay, honey. You get dressed while I duck in for a quick wash off."
The beat of the hot water against her tits felt good; she arched her back, letting it scour the cum smell from her front, from her thighs. Then she was bringing her folded arms up beneath her tits, letting a lake fill between the globes, until suddenly she took it away and the water splashed down over her belly.
Gary was still waiting when she came out, waiting for her permission to leave. Jesus, Wilbur, I wish he was our kid! Then he would never leave! Mabel made him stand there, watching as she dressed herself, drawing on her stockings and taking out another of the garter belts-this one with tiny hearts each of which encircled an engorged cock and balls. The boy was obviously nervous; his tongue kept wetting his lips. She came over to him once the belt was fastened, lifting her breasts to him.
"Kiss me, Gary."
He bent obediently to do as she ordered his cock standing hard again, tenting up much more obviously in Wilbur's too-large pants. Mabel wanted to reach out, touch him, pull him from his clothes again-but enough was enough.
Jesus, Mabel! Give the kid a break-you'll have him for all the rest of the summer. If you play your cards right, maybe you can have him for the winter, too. Remember, there's still two kids to go-what the fuck are their names? Oh, yeah-Phil and Billy. Hold on to your peckers, you two horny honeys! Mama Mabel's coming for her cum juice! You're gonna earn your dollar an hour today!
She sighed, and lifted the boy's chin; then bent to kiss him on the lips, a gentle sisterly kiss-except that she did not know the passion that went into the kisses exchanged between this brother and sister.
"Go on Gary-get your ass back to work. You've still got to check the bulbs in the fun-houses."
She watched him leave, going to the window to watch him run down the street to the fun-house. She smiled. What kind of fun memories would he take away from that place?
Then she saw Jack, standing across the street. He was watching the boy, too-and now he looked up at the window. He knew she was there; Mabel could read the anger written on his face.
You bastard! What the fuck are you looking at? You want to see something, Jack Prick? Come watch me take the other two boys! Cock-sucker! You're not half the man any one of these kids are now!
She grabbed a skirt out of the closet and stepped into it, then went looking through the drawers for the sexiest see-through blouse she had here. Once on her, it did nothing at all to hide the magnificent shape of her tits; only the sheen of color of the fabric was a sop to modesty. The blouse was a blatant insult to decency.
Fuck decency! Fuck you, Jack! Fuck everybody who doesn't like the way I fuck!
Down on the Midway again, Mabel was conscious of the looks she was drawing from the men who worked for her. She strutted before them, taking the left turn of the fork now the roller coaster was over at this side of the park, its scaffolding vaunting high into the sky before taking a sudden sharp drop. Wilbur had been proud a couple of years ago when the Love Park Cupid's Arrow got mentioned in a national magazine as one of the ten best roller coasters in the country.
I wonder what it would be like to fuck while riding the Arrow? Shit!-even I'm not that crazy! If you could get a cock inside your twat, you'd ride up over the safety bar and fall out of the goddam car!
After the entrance to the coaster came the open-walled shed for the Bump-em cars, and then half a dozen other rides. Across from the Bump-ems was the Skydiver, the two rotating cars balanced evenly now on the ends of the long arm. The Ferris wheel was at the far end, just outside of the little park. Like everything built by Wilbur, it was a super-sized job, thirty-six enclosed cars space around the hundred and fifty foot diameter, each big enough for a dozen people. There was a smaller wheel next to it-the kiddy wheel, Wilbur had called it, even though it went up seventy-five feet. Actually that was the one preferred by lovers, those who wanted to be alone together. But the big wheel got the family business.
And now Mabel found one of her last two target boys there, handing wrenches to the mechanic. The man finished now, and got up, wiping his hands on a rag.
"The big wheel all set, Joe?"
"Sure is, Mabel. Want to test it out?"
"Why not? How about it-Phil, isn't it? Want to go up for a ride?"
The boy stared at her, suspiciously. Jesus, was Dave telling the truth? I don't want her to catch my ass-I don't care if she does like to fuck kids! I remember the pictures in our health book. I won't want to get sick that way!
"Uh, I think I'll pass," he said. "High places always make me nervous."
"Oh, come on!" You fucking little bastard! You think you're gonna wriggle out of Mabel's fingers now? You're wrong, honey bun. "Dead ass wrong! I'm gonna strip those clothes off you and hang you up where I can see your pretty little prick and balls, and then I'm gonna suck on your cock until it's big enough to fill my pussy!
She managed a laugh. "Come on, Phil. Keep me company. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I really don't . . . "
But she had his arm, was drawing him into the bottom cage. He dropped onto the seat as Joe closed the door after them, edging away when Mabel sat down close. Then it was too late to escape; the gears were whining, and the wheel was beginning to turn.
"There now," Mabel said, as they rose up into the air. "Isn't this better than being stuck down there on the ground? Look-you can see for miles up here, Phil. There's a plane just coming into the airport."
She was rising up, leaning over him now, her breasts hanging just below his face. The boy tried to shrink away from her, but those big masses of female flesh followed right after him, sinking down when he slipped down. They were pressing against his face now, catching him under the chin-and to his shame, he knew his cock was getting hard.
Please, God! Don't let her do this to me! I promise I won't jerk off again, ever! I won't have bad thoughts about the girls in school, and I won't ever let another boy entice me into playing with myself or letting him play with me. Please!
But his prayer was wasted. If God was watching, then He approved of what Mabel was doing. As she sat down again her hand rested on Phil's thigh, feeling the shape of his hard tube under her fingers.
"I love it up here, honey," she said. "The air seems so much cleaner up here. Don't you think so?"
He looked at her hand. "Uh, yeah, I guess so -please, Mrs. Love! Don't do that-"
His protest was cut off by a sudden jarring, and then the wheel was stopped, the cage swinging back and forth from the momentum. Mabel looked up; there was only one car ahead of them, just over the top of the circle.
"What is it?" the boy cried. "What's happened?"
"We seem to be stopped," said Mabel. She patted his leg. "Don't worry, Phil-Joe will get us down from here in a minute."
She slid over to the end of the seat, looked down through the lattice work. "Joe?" She cupped her hands, and called again. "Joe! What's the matter?"
The mechanic was moving out from the wheel, back to where he could look up and see her. "Cable broke, Mabel! I'll have to go to the shop and get another one. Be forty-five minutes to an hour before I can get it fixed. You and the boy all right?"
Jesus, I think I'm gonna pee my pants! Panic was on Phil's slender face; he brushed a soft brown curl from his eyes.
"We're all right!" called Mabel. "Don't worry about us, Joe."
Then she settled back, to look at Phil. "No problem, honey-we won't be up here that long. In the meantime, nobody can be hollering at us to get the lead out."
The boy had scooted all the way across the car. Now he looked at her, the fright showing on his face.
"Mrs. Love, Dave told me what you did to him!" The words came tumbling out in a rush. "Please-I don't want to do anything like that!"
Why that loudmouthed little bastard! I'll fix his fucking wagon for that!
"Honey, that's the matter? Come here-" She patted the seat beside her. "Come over here-I'm not going to bite you. Did Dave say I hurt him?"
"No." He shook his head, but he was coming now, staring at her demanding hand, unable not to obey her command. "Mr. Hargren scared him-but he said he liked what you did to him. But I don't want to do it!"
"Why not?" She caught him, pulled him into her arm, squeezing his face against the side of her tit. She rubbed his arm for him. "What's the matter? Dave and I didn't do anything wrong-everybody plays with sex nowadays."
"But women aren't supposed to fuck boys!" he blurted.
She laughed. Poor little bastard! Who's been stepping all over your balls? I bet you got a real bitch of a mama, one who won't let you say shit when your pants are full of it. Poor kid-you're gonna find out right now that there is not a goddamn thing wrong with pushing your cock into a juicy cunt!
Mabel was undressing him now, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. The boy was shivering despite the heat of the day; he wore no undershirt. She dropped his shirt onto the floor of the cab, then was working at his belt. She pulled him to her, lifting up on his ass until at last he was standing between her legs, looking down at the mountains of her tits as she undid his pants, dropping them to his ankles.
Please, God-I can't help myself! She's making me hot! My cock is standing hard by itself. I don't want to do this, I don't want to fuck her, but she won't leave me alone!
Mabel was rubbing his balls through his shorts now, lifting her fingers along the outline of his hard-on. She paused to shrug out of her own blouse, then raised her ass off the seat.
"Undo my skirt, Phil," she said, softly, taking his hand and placing it there. He did as she said, staring in fascination as he drew the skirt down from her hips, looking down at the hairy lips that was her cunt.
Jesus, is that what it looks like? It's ugly. How can anybody stand to touch something like that?
Now Mabel was stripping his shorts down, pulling them from his feet. He let her take off his sneakers, and then he was completely naked, his thin buttocks caught in her hands. The weight of her tits pushed him back, until he had to reach up and touch them, fingers burning at the contact, feeling the resilient softness filling his hands.
And now Mabel was pulling him into her crotch, bringing his hard cock against her cunt. It stood almost straight against his belly, so that she had to use one hand to press down the head, place it between the outer lips. Then she pulled the boy's ass in, forcing him to penetrate her to the depth of his cock.
Oh, God! It feels-beautiful! I've never had a feeling like this before! Jerking off is nothing-letting a guy suck your cock is nothing! Ugly or not, her cunt is beautiful!
His ass was twitching in her fingers. Recognizing the signs of anxiety in the boy, Mabel moved her hands up to his back, bringing him to where she could capture his mouth. At first she only buried her lips against his-but Phil's mouth was opening under the pressure and she could no longer resist. Her tongue probed against his lips, his teeth, was entering his mouth.
Fucking Jesus-what's she doing to me? Shit! I don't give a fuck what she's doing it's beautiful! She can do anything she wants, I'll go along for the ride. Why have I been so scared of pussy ? Dave tried to tell me fucking was fun-why didn't I listen? Screw those goddamn pictures in the health book! The assholes who wrote that are probably queer cock-suckers who never have been fucked in their whole goddamn life!
The walls of her cunt were doing heavenly things to his cock now, crawling up the shaft, working against him. Phil just stood there and then he could no longer resist the instinct of his balls. He began to move against her, Mabel leaning back and sliding down on the seat, his cock doing the job of working against the passage of her cunt now. He was lighting her fires again, no matter how many times today she had already cum. This was beautiful -this was heaven!
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mabel!"
"Fuck, yeah! Holy fucking shit! I'm cumming-I can't help myself! I gotta shoot! I'm gonna cum!"
"Sweet baby! Cum into mama-fuck mama! Yeah, boy! Yeah, baby-fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck-fucking sweet merciful heaven, I am cumming! I'm cumming, Phil! Keep fucking me boy-I'm cumminnnngggggg!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
That's five, Mabel! One more cock to go!
She was slumped across the seat of the Ferris wheel car, the boy still plunged full into her, but collapsed against her, his face pressed against her breasts. Phil's eyes were closed as he remembered the terrible beauty of the feeling when her cunt milked his cum from his cock.
Oh boy! That was great-fucking great! Christ, I'm still hard-I could fuck her again right now! I've never been able to cum twice in a row!
Eyes still closed, he thrust his ass against her once, experimentally. She responded automatically, hands sliding down to his ass, pulling him tight against her, her cunt walls flexing about the shape of his cock, trying to draw the cum forth.
Jesus, Wilbur! This kid is the horniest one yet! Scared shitless to fuck so that I practically had to rape him, but now he doesn't know when to quit! Well, I've never yet seen the cock I couldn't outride!
"Phil, honey! You ready to fuck me again?"
He was embarrassed; he opened his eyes and looked up at her face, nodding rather than say the words. His hands were playing with her breasts, feeling the shape of them, as his nose nestled against her chest, surrounded by the great weights. His cock was tingling again, the way it did when he jerked off too long without cumming, letting his load fall back at the last crucial instant every time.
But I came this time! Shit, what's the matter with me? I want to fuck her and fuck her -I don't want to stop! My cock is already sore, but my ass wants to keep pushing it into her! Who the fuck's boss here-me, or my cock?
Mabel was kissing him now, easily, gently, brushing her lips across his face as she lifted his head from the valley of her tits. His hands were clasping at her nipples, squeezing against the bulk of her mammaries as though trying to force out the milk that should be there, and now his tongue was finding its way into her mouth, doing what she had done before. His cock still in her cunt, his arms went around her neck, holding her tight as he tongue fucked, the boy's back arched against the uneasy shape of Mabel. She felt the strain of the position and began to move over, laying down on the length of the seat, thighs still capturing the boy so that his cock could not escape from her passage.
Phil rose up with her, letting Mabel carry him into the stretched-out position, keeping his position within her with no trouble. As soon as she was settled he probed with his ass against her; his cock was all the way in already, but he slammed against the soft flesh of her mound, making it give way perhaps another fraction of an inch. Then he did it again, not letting his cock withdraw so that he could begin a proper stroking-not wanting to lose the sensation of being surrounded by her cunt.
Oh, Christ I Why was I afraid of this? I want to fuck her-I want to fuck all the cunts that I passed up, thinking that I was too good for them! Disease, shit! It's worth the clap, to have the feeling she's giving me now! I don't care if my cock rots and drops off, I'm gonna fuck her until I can't fuck any more!
Mabel couldn't wait any longer for his teasing to end, the fucking to begin. The boy was light as a feather on her; she felt as though she could carry him forever, strap him to her body so that his delightful cock never had a chance to escape. But she wanted the feeling of the cockhead moving in and out of her cunt, rubbing her clit and the soft walls, firing the sensation straight into the heart of her guts. She bucked against him, once and then again; and at last the boy was getting the message.
He let his cock slide perhaps half an inch out, then threw it back again as though in panic. Once more, almost an inch now; and back again.
But at last he was finding the rhythm, letting his cock slide almost free until her lips were all that was holding him aimed against her vagina, then sliding deep inside her again, the shaft of his cock rising at its natural angle to his body and lighting the electric sensation all along the top of her cunt. The first movements were slow, awkward, erratic; then as she responded to him, rose against him, worked with him, Phil found the natural rhythm of his cock and was fucking steadily now, riding her down in the search for the sensation that meant another explosive climax.
Oh, God, Wilbur! What have you sent me? Gary is great, Billy fun, Jerry and Tim sweet -but this boy is something else again! He doesn't need to be the biggest or the fattest, and maybe he isn't even the best! He is something else again! I love this! I love him-I love every fucking one of these boys! Wherever the fuck you are, I hope you understand, that you love them too!
"Shit! Fuck me, baby-fuck meeee, Phil! You're tearing me apart, ripping me open! Fuck! Don't stop! Fuck me all the way to
"Oh, God!" The words escaped from him in short pants as he tried to do what she wanted, tried to fill her to her satisfaction. "Yes! I'll fuck you fuck you! I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot again! My balls are boiling over! I'm cumming noowwwwww!"
"Oh, Phil-fill me with your fuck! Fill me, baby!"
It was pouring out now, a greater load than before, churning and frothing its way through the tumbled passage of her cunt walls, his cock riding down his sperm like a raft through white water, white cum, the boy's balls and prick throwing everything that he had into the depths of her unquenched fire.
And now Mabel was responding, returning spurt for spurt, spunk for spunk, sperm for sperm, cumming against the boy, cumming with him, cumming over him as her juices spilled out of her twat, flooded across his legs, coated the cushion of the seat with a slick film that made it slippery, made it hard for Mabel to hold position. The cage was quivering about them now with the violence of their movements, rocking back and forth as though it had just stopped; and still the boy was fucking into her although the last droplets of his sperm were spent completely, his balls drained, his system aching with the new experience that was the oldest body response in the history of the race.
But their strength could carry them only so far, and now their systems were burned of energy, drained of the power to keep moving against each other. They collapsed together, at the same instant, the boy dropping across her, Mabel's hand dropping over the side of the seat to dangle against the floor of the cab.
Several minutes passed before the mad pounding of their hearts eased, slowed, became the normal rhythm that was pumping life-giving blood through their bodies. Phil's cock was soft now, shrunk to a fraction of its thrusting size, but it kept place within Mabel's cunt, held there by the strength of her twat. And still the boy did not move, rising heavily and falling again with each breath that she took in to move her great tits up and down. He felt completely drained of energy, lacked even the strength to pull himself from her, collapse by himself on the seat.
"Oh, Jesus." Mabel licked dry lips. "Sweet Heaven. Phil, I feel as though I have been fucked forty ways from Sunday-and a stopover on Monday night thrown in."
He giggled at the idea. "Was I doing it right?"
"Honey, you are a natural." She patted his back. "An abso-fucking-lute natural. You don't need lessons in working your pecker in and out of a twat. Shit, I think maybe I know a few people who would be glad to take lessons from you!"
"I'm glad you liked it," he said, rubbing his face against her tit.
"Honey, I don't for the life of me know why you were scared of some plain old fucking. What's the matter-somebody nasty bite your pecker once?"
"I never did it before-I was always scared. I saw those pictures in the hygeine books, and once when I asked Mama where babies came from she slapped my face and said I was a nasty little boy. Then she washed my mouth out with soap and made me go to bed before supper."
"She was probably jealous of your pecker, honey. I hoped you jerked off in bed just to show her."
"I guess probably-I usually do jerk off when I get in bed alone. I know God thinks its bad, but it feels so good that I can't help myself."
"Where the fuck did you get that notion?" She raised her head to look down at him. "Who said God thinks it's a bad thing to do?"
"Mama. And Grandma."
"Honey, look-God invented men and women, right?" He nodded. "And God gave men cocks and women cunts, intending the two should fit together. Right again?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But that's so babies could be made. He didn't make it for fun, according to Mama."
"Bullshit! Everything on this Earth God put here for a reason-including fucking. There's no signposts in the sky saying Thou Shalt Not Fuck-that was made up a long time ago, by a bunch of frigid and impotent old people who couldn't stand to see someone else enjoying themselves. There's nothing at all nasty about sex-just so long as you keep your cock and balls clean. And good old soap and water will do that for you."
"But lots of people think it isn't right for kids to fuck!"
"Sure, honey-because most kids are too dumb to be careful. They don't understand what they're getting into, so they don't take precautions. Bingo! they end up with a little kid of their own, which teenagers aren't ready or able to take care of. That's the only reason kid sex is frowned upon. Do you know how old Mary was when she had Jesus?"
He shrugged. "She was a woman, and married."
"Yeah-and she was twelve years old when the kid was born. Which meant she was no more than eleven when she got the shot up her twat. Maybe it was an angel-I've never heard anyone say angels can't fuck-and maybe it was Joseph, but all those pictures you see of Joseph as an old man with a white beard are a piece of crap. He was seventeen! Shit, honey, in those days boys were expected to be fathers by the time they were your age now."
"Yeah, but it doesn't seem right to talk about Jesus and Mary and Joseph that way-as though they fucked just like everybody else."
"They did! Where the hell do you think people came from? In those days it was a sin for a woman not to have lots of babies, and so they did a hell of a lot of fucking."
"Are you saying Jesus fucked?" he demanded.
"Shit, I don't know-maybe he did, and maybe he didn't. He was kind of a special case, if you want to believe the Bible. But he was supposed to be one beautiful guy, so I'll bet he had the chicks of his time practically falling down before him. After all, he hung around the lowest types, trying to redeem them-Mary Magdalene was a whore."
"Geez, Mrs. Love. I don't know what to think."
"Honey, think about the fun we're having--. That's all you have to keep in mind. I know my cunt feels good even with your pecker all soft-I like just having you inside of me. You want to stir it up again, take another ride?"
"I don't know if I can." He humped against her. "It doesn't want to get hard."
"Let me help you, honey. Pull out-that's it. Now lay down on the seat-on your back. Okay, let Mabel go to work on Mr. Peter now, and we'll see if maybe there isn't one more go around in him yet today."
Oh God-Wilbur! Am I screwing up this kid? Shit, I don't give a fuck what anybody else thinks! He was made for fucking, just like you and me. Only I don't have you for fucking any more, so I have to settle for these boys. Not that it's bad settling, Wilbur-I love every fucking one of them. I'd like to keep the whole goddamn band around forever, keep those slippery boy cocks riding in and out of me one at a time, two at a time-three at a time, if I can figure out a way to take that many of them!
The boy sighed as her lips settled over his soft flesh-then gasped as she sucked down, her cheeks hollowed.
Dear Jesus-is this a sin? Do you really mind if I take all the pleasure that is in my body? I still love you-I love everybody. I don't want to see any sadness or or unhappiness in the world. Isn't love enough?
The answer was coming from Mabel's lips as she worked him to the excitement of another erection, brought his prick hard within her soft mouth. She worked the foreskin back over the head with her tongue, tasting the remnants of their combined joy juices. Then she was capturing his balls for a moment, rolling them around on her tongue, and taking cock and balls together as the boy's prick pressed across her face. He was humping against the air now, again, as her tits hung over his thighs, pressed down against his knees, until he was moaning with the strength of his overriding passion.
"Aggghhhh! Oh, Christ-I'm gonna cum again!"
Mabel stopped, pulled from his cock, looked at him. "Not yet, honey-hold it back for a minute yet."
"I can't help it! It wants to bust out of me!"
"Try!" She was climbing over him, her breasts moving up his body, across his belly, over his head. "Keep the feeling pushed back down in your balls, Phil. I want you to cum into me. I'm going to fuck you again. Just hold onto the feeling!"
Now she was lowering herself against him, her body completing covering his, feeling for his cock with the lips of her cunt, finding it at last. She poised herself above him, his cock trying to lay flat against his belly, and slid down on it no more than an inch, until her outer lips could catch it, draw it up to point at the inner passage. Then she was lowering herself again, taking him all of the way into her body.
Oh fuck! Oh wonderful boy fuck! Why have I denied myself these wonderful boy cocks all these years? Wilbur, I thought you were enough-but I wish now that I had shared my cunt with them! Would you mind? Would you be jealous? I hope not-I'll never love anybody the way I loved you! Oh sweet merciful fucking Jesus-it feels good! Oh, Christ, he's boiling my cunt! Aggghhhh!
"Aggghhhhh, Christ! Sweet fucking Jesus! I'm cumming, Phil baby-I'm cumminngggg!"
He rose against her, throwing his cock into her cunt as she tried to hold her position above him, slippery fingers clasping slick cushion on either side of him, her ass throbbing with the violence of her passion as they fucked together, rode together, threw themselves together. Their fucking was rocking the car again, the wet slap of bellies meeting a sharp crack that surely must be heard down on the ground. But Mabel didn't care what they might think on the ground-and the boy was so wrapped up in the glorious sensation of his cock being milked by her terrible wonderful marvelous cunt that he was beyond thinking, beyond caring, his whole body on fire with the desire in his cock and balls, the flame in his blood.
Now the boy was taking control of the fucking from Mabel, throwing himself up against her, shoving his cock all of the way into her, feeling the hairy lips of her cunt pressing down on his groin every time he bottomed out in her. Mabel was shivering and throbbing, eyes closed, heart pounding as though it must burst; and the boy stayed with her, kept her burning, kept his cock ramming heavily into her, his spike nailing her to the sky.
"Aggghhhhhhhh! Phil baby-fuck fuck fuck! Throw it to me, honey! Make me feel you all the way up in my tits my throat my head! I want it! I want it noowwwwwwww! I am cumminnnnngggggggg!"
And then, suddenly, they were finished, done, finally drained of their juices and their passion and their desire for fucking. There was nothing left to them but to collapse against each other, against the seat; Mabel fell on the boy, and then was rolling off him and onto the floor of the cage. She landed heavily, but there was no pain; she was looking up at the sky around the roof line of the cage, and laughing. It poured out of her, coming from her belly, her gut, shaking her as heavily just as Phil's cumming and her cumming had shaken her.
"Oh Jesus! Loving Jesus Christ! I love itI love you, boy I I love every boy in the whole beautiful wide fucking world!"
He turned on his side to look down at her. "Are you all right, Mrs. Love?" He was worried, beginning again to feel a touch of fright.
"Oh, honey, I'm okay. There's nothing wrong-I haven't flipped out. I'm just laughing because I'm so goddamn fucking happy!"
"Mabel! Hey, Mabel!"
She looked straight up for a minute, as though expecting to see the voice coming from above. Then she realized that it was the mechanic, Joe, and scrambled up, going to the edge of the seat to press her face against the latticework.
"Yeah, Joe! How's it coming?" Jesus, Wilbur, talk about cumming! I don't think I've ever in my life cum so fucking much as I have today-or done so much fucking in one single goddamn day!
"It's almost fixed! We're putting the new cable on now! We should have you down in three or four minutes!"
"Okay! Stay with it!"
"Well, honey," she said, dropping back and picking her clothes from the tangle on the floor. "Fun time is over for today. Did you have fun?"
"I sure did!"
"Want to ball me again one of these days soon?"
"Sure, Mrs. Love! Can I really?"
She reached over and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him against her breasts and smothering him in her arms.
"Honey boy, you sure can. Any old fucking time you want to fuck, you just come and let Mabel know. Just as soon thereafter as we can we'll tumble into the hay-and that's a promise, baby!"
They dressed quickly, Mabel smoothing out the fabric of her blouse. It was wrinkled, but she was sure that no one would be noticing that, with the view of her tits that they would have at the same time. The boy's long hair was tousled, and sticking up wildly in several places; but he had a comb in his pocket, and she made sure that he ran it through the damage, finishing just as the wheel started up again with a jerk and a groan. Then they were going over the top and coasting down the other side, Joe bringing the cage to a smooth halt, the gap between the cage and the platform no more than six inches.
"Christ!" said Mabel, stepping out. "I thought you had this thing checked out, Joe!"
"I did, for chrissake," he said. "What the hell you expect me to do-personally guarantee every goddamn cable and belt on every goddamn ride in the Park? You know there's no way to prevent that outside of completely replacing all the belts at the beginning of each season. And neither Wilbur nor you wanted to spend that kind of goddamn money!"
"Okay! Okay!" She threw up her hand. "I'm sorry-you're right. It's a good thing it happened today and not tomorrow-an omen, maybe, that we'll get through the season without another such breakdown."
She looked around; half a dozen of the men were standing there, waiting for her approval of the repair job, but all the boys were gone except for Phil.
"Where are the kids?"
"Gone home," said Ernie. "It's after six."
Shit! Now I can't get Billy! I wanted all six of those cocks today-but I'll have to wait until tomorrow. Ah, well, Mabel girl-I don't know if I could stand another toss in the hay today!
"Do you have a ride home, honey?" she asked. Phil shook his head.
"I was riding with the other guys. I'll have to call my Mama to come get me."
"Never mind-call her, tell her why you're late; but I'll take you home."
At least I'll have the chance to play a little grab-ass with the kid in the car. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
Then she saw Jack. He was standing away from the others, in the shadow of the other wheel. The workmen were drifting away now, to their other jobs, and now Mabel touched the boy on the shoulder.
"Go up to the office and make that phone call, Phil, then go down and wait in my car. I'll be along in a few minutes."
Jack watched the boy out of sight before he said anything, but the anger was etched deep into his face. His teeth were clenched, his fists working his fingers. He turned to look at her.
"Fucking cradle robber! I've been watching you for the last goddamn hour-watching the fucking cage rock back and forth! How many times did you fuck him, Mabel?"
"Are you keeping score, Jack?" she asked, coolly. "Matching the total against your own tally?"
You bastard! You dirty bastard! How dare you keep watch on me? Her eyes closed. Yeah -keep watching me, Jack! How do you like it, seeing me take those kids-the kids you brought to me? You make a good pimp!
His throat worked, but the words would not come. For a minute Mabel felt fear, sure that he was about to strike out at her, hit her. But he wheeled around, walked away, fists slamming together. Her knees went weak with relief.
"Bastard!" she called after him. "Fucking bastard!"
CHAPTER NINE
Opening day! The calliope was sounding off at the end of the Midway, even though the gates wouldn't officially open for another hour. A balloon was tethered just inside the main entrance arch, giving five minute rides up five hundred feet into the sky for two bucks a ticket. It was a special gimmick, here for just this weekend.
Jesus, Wilbur, I did it! Everything's copasetic, ready to roll-and the weather is beautiful! The cars are already pulling into the parking lots-you'd think we were giving away free pussy with every five bucks worth of ride coupons!
Her cunt was aching, both from the tremendous amount of fucking yesterday and from the fact that Jack had not shown up this morning for his toss at her.
Dirty shit-eating bastard! Thinks he owns my twat! Serve him right if I never give him another smell!
Now she could hear the boys, all six of them; they were in the apartment changing into their peppermint striped blazers and bright red slacks. Now one of the boys sounded off on his horn, a wild blast that had the rest of them busting with laughter.
I wonder if they've been comparing notes? I know Dave talked to Phil, and I suppose Phil couldn't wait to tell him everything that happened-but have the others spilled the beans? Then, Shit! I don't care if they do tell each other. I just want to get my cunt around Billy's cock! He's the last of the six, and once I've milked him I'll have had the whole goddamn band!
The apartment door opened, and they were coming out now, pushing and shoving each other just like any kids excited about a big day. The boys looked at her now, grins on their faces; there was nothing showing to tell anybody that they might be thinking about the feel of fucking their boss.
"All set, boys?"
"We sure are!" said Jerry. "Want us to give you a private concert?"
Not with those horns, honey-I want the horns in your pants! "No, thanks. I don't want you blasting the walls out of the place. Keep your horn playing outdoors."
"Well, we gotta get down to the bandstand," said Jerry. "Mr. Hargren wants to go over the program with us again."
So bastard Jack is here-and hiding. Is he afraid of me? Or afraid of what he might do to me?
"Well, you better get moving, then. Oh, Billy-will you stay a couple of minutes? I need a hand moving some of this stuff down into the office."
"Okay, Mrs. Love." Jesus, here it comes-she is going after my ass! Now what the fuck do I do? Shit, I ought to get the fuck out of here -but the other guys all said they loved it! But I don't know what to do! And I don't fucking want them to know that!
The boy was fourteen, the same age as Phil and Tim. He had long blond hair cascading down to his shoulders, so fine that the individual strands almost floated in the air. His features were finely chiseled, without a trace of hair or even down on his cheeks. Yet he was tall for his age, with a well-developed body.
Shit! I hope he's got hair on his cock! Mabel felt her cunt juices beginning to stir, and squeezed her thighs together, as though that would still the itching that was coming from the area of her asshole.
"What do you want me to do, Mrs. Love?"
"Hmmmm?" She dropped the piece of paper she had picked up, not even knowing what it was. "Oh, just give me a hand-there's no hurry. I'm really excited, aren't you?"
The boy was no more than three paces away from her, his hand on the back of the couch; now Mabel went to him, taking him in her arms and squeezing him.
"I'm so happy, Billy!"
The boy felt the breasts pushing against his blazer, forcing it up-those beautiful big boobs the other boys had described as being so incredible. He started to reach up to touch them, even though his upper arms were trapped in Mabel's grasp. Then he hesitated, looking straight into her eyes as she relaxed her grip.
"Mrs. Love? I'm hip-I know what you want me to do."
"Oh?" Wise-ass little bastard! You sound like you're going to grow into another Jack bastard! "What's that, Billy? What do I want you to do?"
It was embarrassing for him to say it. Jesus, I never had any trouble putting it to the girls in school! All you gotta do is say drop your drawers, and they're jumping to fall down for you! "You know," he said. ". . . screwing around."
"Screwing, Billy? You mean screwing in the old-fashioned sense-like fucking?" She was enjoying his discomfiture.
"Yeah, that." He shrugged, looking away. "Whatever you want-I'll do it."
"Suppose I tell you to get down on your knees and kiss my ass?"
"Shit, no!" The boy was shocked. "That isn't what you made the other guys do!"
So the bastards did talk! Might have known they wouldn't be able to keep a secret this juicy. Worse fucking gossips than old women!
"What did I make the other guys do, Billy?"
"You know," he said. "Why do I have to say it?"
"Because I want to hear the words come from your lips. I like to hear boys talk dirty."
"Yeah?" Shit, maybe she is crazy! "Okay, you want me to fuck you and you want to suck my cock. Is that enough fuckin' around?"
"In a hurry to get to the action?"
"Shit, yes! My cock has been hard for twenty minutes, just thinking about it! Can we do it now?"
Mabel clucked her tongue. "I should send your dirty little ass right down the stairs, Billy-but I always was softhearted. I can't stand to see a boy suffer such a terrible thing as a hard-on. Let's see how quick you can get your ass out of those clothes."
"Sure! Anything you say!"
He hurried, but he was careful with the uniform of the band, folding the pants neatly across the back of the couch and shaking the jacket inside out before adding it to the pile.
In a minute he was in only shorts, his cock standing hard; Mabel was glad to see that he matched the other boys in that department, not the world's biggest, but one sufficiently large enough to satisfy her needs.'
"Okay, that's far enough, Billy."
"Huh?"
"I'll take care of the rest. Now come here. I want you to undress me."
He came to her eagerly. As always Mabel was wearing nothing under her skirt and blouse except for the garter belt-although in honor of today's occasion, the blouse was properly demure. Can't shock the fucking paying customers-shit, maybe I should open a whorehouse here and have paying fucking customers. Better yet, I'll open a stud house-and these kids will be my studs! The cunt will come from six counties around just to cum around these sweet fucking boy cocks!
Billy wet his lips. Holy Christ-look at those fucking tits! His hands had the blouse unbuttoned, and now he was slipping it from her arms. The guys didn't lie one goddamn bit! I've never seen anything so fucking beautiful!
His nuts were aching now, his cock a burning shaft of iron, hurting for the need to be buried in her. Sweat beaded out on his forehead as he found the opening to her skirt, unzipped it, lifted it down for Mabel to step out of it. The boy folded her things as neatly as he had his own, and placed them on the couch next to his own.
Oh, God! Those fucking legs are something else! I've never seen anything this good in Playboy! I hope I don't cum just from sticking it in!
Now Mabel was dropping to her knees, her face against his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock and its heat burning against her cheek.
"Ahhhh, Christ!" She moaned the words low, the boy not making them out, and was working her ass around against her heels, her cunt gaping open, eager for his joy stick to come charging in. And now she was putting her lips to his balls, pressing up on them through the fabric of the shorts even as her hands were tugging the underpants down from his hips until they were bunched against the obstruction of her face. The head of his cock was waving in the air now as she worked her hands under his buttocks, feeling the tube that ran from his asshole all the way up into his cock. Her fingers were probing at his balls, and now it was the boy who could not keep his passion restrained.
"Oh, Jesus! Please, Mrs. Love! For Christ fucking sake-do it! Do it!"
She tugged his shorts all the way down with one quick jerk now, and looked up at the shaft of his cock waving around above her face, jumping from the tension in his groin. It was long and red, a sweet-looking lollipop that she wanted to taste. The blond hairs around his cock were almost invisible, almost transparent against his skin, as she rose far enough to capture his cock in her lips, sucking all the way down on it in one smooth motion that had the boy fucking against her face as he felt the cooling lips firing his hot prick almost beyond bearing.
Mabel knew that the boy was already to the point of exploding, and she stopped; then considered that she might as well get this first fast one out of the way. Then she could take her time drawing the second load to her own satisfaction. She sucked down dry him again, taking him all the way into her throat, the boy quivering as he felt her pressure and her sucking against the flesh of his cock. Her hands were pulling his ass all of the way into her mouth now, as though she were trying to pull the cock from his body by nothing more than the strength of her sucking. And now he felt the first spurting shooting out of his stick, rising before he could give warning, tearing from the channel in a silent cool explosion of relief that was tempered by her lips as they kept on sucking, kept on drawing against his meat, pulling him inside out as stars danced in his head and his whole body quivered with the joy of blowing his wad deep into her loving fucking body.
"Agggggghhhh Christ! Suck me, suck me, suck me, cum, cum, cummminnngggggggggg! I am cumminnnngggggggggg!"
Mabel began to work against him with all the force in her lips, throwing herself back and forth on his shaft until the boy's tight nuts were banging against her chin with each down-stroke, her noise battered from banging into his groin. He came once, twice, again, the cream spurting deep into her throat, filling her belly, passing over her tonsils untasted. And it wasn't enough: she wanted more, she wanted to be drowning in cum-boy cum, the cum from her boys, the boys in her band. All six of their wonderful cocks belonged to her now, and to her alone. She knew that she could have them any time she wanted them, that they would drop their pants and fall for her into whatever position she wanted, giving her all of the cum in their balls and the love in their cocks.
"Please!" The boy was trying to draw away from her now, pull his cock free, but she wasn't ready to let him go. This was her food, her need, her liquor, she was drunk on Billy's cum, transported to a high she had never imagined.
Oh fuck! Sweet Jesus fucking, Wilbur! It's beautiful! It's shitting good, it's fucking great! The whole world should know this, have a taste of this! I hope wherever the fuck you are you have pretty young girls to suck and fuck the way I'm sucking and fucking my boys. MY boys, Wilbur! They belong to me, every fucking one of them! Shit on Jack Hargren. Shit on all men! I don't need fucking men when I've got fucking boys!
Billy was sagging against her, knees weakened by the fury of his cumming, drained of energy. At last she took pity on him and pulled back from his cock, letting the now-limp tube slip from her lips to dangle across the swollen bulge of his aching balls.
The boy's shorts were tangled about his ankles. Mabel lifted his feet to pull them off, then stood, taking Billy's weight against her body, letting him sag between her tits, face pressed into her soft flesh. Her arms were around him, patting him.
"You okay, honey?"
"Yeah." The word was ragged as it escaped from his lips, almost a sigh. "Jesus, that was beautiful, Mrs. Love! I've never had anything at all like that!"
"Have you been fucked before?"
"Sure!" He looked up the swell of her tits. "Hasn't everybody?"
Mabel laughed. "Honey, you wouldn't believe how many people are walking around the world unfucked--adults, not just kids. Shit, there's probably more kids screwing today than there are adults. In my time, which wasn't so very long ago, all the kids talked about doing it, but goddamn few of them had the guts to actually go ahead and fuck."
"Did you fuck then?"
She shrugged, the lifting of her breasts making his chin bob up and down. "I thought I did-but I didn't learn about real fucking until I met Wilbur. My husband," she added. "I thought he was the greatest at plain and imagine fucking-but you kids are teaching me fancies that Wilbur and I never even dreamed of!"
"We're good, huh?"
"Honey, I don't want you to get a swelled head-I want all the swelling to stay in your cock-but you boys are the fucking best!" , Now at the compliments she was paying his cock was rising again, standing between her legs, probing up toward her bush and the mound just beyond it. Billy's ass twitched, and he humped up-and his cock slipped into the channel an inch. Mabel shivered at the touch, her whole body quivering.
"Not here, Billy-I don't want you to fuck me standing up! In on the bed."
He withdrew reluctantly, and they hurried into the other room, dropping onto the bed together, laying facing each other, his arms going up to touch those beautiful tits, worshipping them as he caressed them.
"Suck my titties!"
He slid down until his lips were at the proper level and drew the first nipple in between his teeth. He tried sucking her as she had his cock, but the tit wasn't big enough to fill him properly. So he opened his mouth wider, taking as much of her tit flesh as he could manage in, sucking her that way.
"The other one, Billy-suck them both! Jesus, I wish you had two mouths, could suck both of my tits at the same time! Suck me!"
Oh Mama! I remember your titties, Mama -I remember you feeding me! Why did you stop, Mama? I want to suck your titties all of my life! Just because Aunt Susan caught you feeding me after I came home from First Grade that day was no reason to stop! You loved it just as much as I do! I want to suck you, Mama-I want to fuck you! Please, let me fuck you!
Billy groaned, wishing that Mabel was his Mama, his cock slipping between her thighs. He was swollen larger than ever before, and the touch of her dry skin was enough to make him shiver, send darts of pain straight into his guts.
"Please," he said, speaking around her tit. "Please!-can we do it now? Can we fuck now?"
Oh Wilbur! Fuck yes! Sweet fucking boy cocks all in a row! They're gonna fill me, Wilbur, until there is nothing inside of me but boy cock! Jesus!
"Yes! Yes, fuck me, Billy! Fuck me! Shove your cock all the way into me, make me feel your cock in me! Make me know you're fucking me!"
She was turning on her back now, carrying the boy up with her, over her, until he was lying on top of her, his cock battering against the opening to her cunt as his face pressed down on the top of her tits. He moved the one breast up until he could draw the nipple between his teeth, and then he was shoving his cock all of the way into her, reaching bottom on the very first stroke.
Oh Mama! I'm fucking you, Mama! I'm riding on top of your titties, my cock sticking into your cunt, my ass pushing between your legs! It's beautiful, Mama, just like I always knew it would be! I'm gonna fuck you all the time from now on, Mama! To Hell with Aunt Susan and her dirty mind-she probably hasn't fucked Uncle Henry in twenty years! And to Hell with your boyfriends-you don't need boyfriends any more, Mama! You've got Billy and Billy's got his cock to feed you! It will be beautiful, Mama, just like I always dreamed you and me alone, with nobody else to bother us, to horn in on us!
Mabel humped against the boy, and he began stroking in on her, rising up as he came into her, pushing the length of his cock all the way through the soft channel, feeling her juices boiling as he fired her to the greatest intensity of desire. She was milking his cock, her cunt pressing in on it, working against it as he slid back out until only the head was pointed right, held there by her muscles. Then he thrust in again, riding down into her wonderful meaty mass of woman-flesh.
Oh Mama! Sweet fucking Mama! Billy's fucking you now! Feel me, Mama-feel my cock all the way inside your pussy, feel me working my balls so I can fill you with my cum! I want your cum too, Mama! I want you to flood me, drown me, swallow me all the way into your pussy! I don't ever want to be outside your pussy again!
Mabel felt the boy cock expanding within her cunt walls and knew that he was close to throwing his cum-and she felt now the warning that meant she would unleash her own responses. This was the first cumming of the day for her, and it was going to be great, a high trip into the joys of pure fucking love.
Oh Wilbur! How can I stand it? I love them all love every one of their beautiful cocks! I want them all fucking me at the very same instant, want all six boy cocks in my cunt at the same time! It's great, it's heaven-oh Jesus I'm cumming!
"Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me hard! Give me everything you've got! Fuck meeeeeee!"
"I am!" he cried. "I am, Mama!"
She did not hear his words. She only knew that he was redoubling his efforts, throwing his entire strength against her as he pushed in and pulled out, riding on the friction of his cock against her cunt, carried up into the impossible world of his dreams come true. Billy no longer knew where he was, who he was fucking-he only knew the tremendous sensation building in his balls, expanding through his groin and up into his chest, and from there out through his entire body, his legs, his arms, his feet, his hands, his toes, his fingers, and at last into his head, reaching his brain, blowing the roof out of his mind.
"Aggggghhhh, Christ! I'm cumming, Mama! Billy's cumming into your cunt! My cock's cumming cumming cumming! I feel it! I feel it now! I can't hold it, Mama! Jesus sweet fucking Jesus Mamaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Mabel's hands raked at the boy's back as she redoubled her own fucking efforts, riding with him, the first spurt of his cream releasing her own pent-up explosion, her cum shooting down her passage and around the thrusting blocking cock, backing up to fill her cunt, fill her womb until at last the pressure was too much and the walls of the passage expanded to let her fluids move past the cock. Her cum was mixed now with his cum, the two together flooding out of their bodies and carrying them to the peak of their excitement and their pleasure.
"Jesus . . . " She tried to draw the boy cock all the way into her body, her cunt trying to sever it from its roots, swallow it whole.
"Fucking . . The boy threw himself down against her, rode into her, filling her with his cock, his balls, his whole body.
"Christ . . It's too much, Wilbur! I can't take it! I can't stand it! It's killing me! Fuck! Oh Jesus, fuck! Oh fuck meeeeeee!
"Mama . . . " I'm fucking you, Mama! Billy's fucking you! You wanted me, you taught me how to jerk off, told me that sex between two people was the most beautiful thing in the world! But you wouldn't fuck me-and now I'm fucking you! It's everything you said it would be, Mama! It's wonderful, fucking wonderful!
They were cumming, exploding, thrown together until the two bodies became for an instant one, feeling the other's heartbeat, the other's aching, the other's dreams. They rode on and on, fucking together, fucking against each other, until at last their bodies collapsed, no longer able to bear the strain, no longer able to keep up the movements, no longer able to draw upon exhausted strength and exhausted reservoirs of cum.
Oh sweet fucking Jesus! Sweet fucking . . .
CHAPTER TEN
Sweet fucking Mabel, She was laying on the table, Her asshole waving in the air.
When along came a fucker
Who decided he would suck her, So he dived right down into her hair!
* * *
She laughed. Okay, so maybe it isn't great music. But the fucking's great-the greatest ever. Every woman in the world should have what I have now-six beautiful boy cocks of her very own!
The music was filling the night air now, the calliope mixing with the music boxes of the various rides, and over all the exuberant brassy sound of the jazz band-her boy band. But the crowd was already thinning, people hurrying to the parking lots. She looked at the clock, saw that it was coming close to midnight.
And now footsteps were pounding up the outside stairs, and a minute later Jack was coming in.
"Jesus Christ, Mabel!" He was grinning from ear to ear. "You know what the goddamn count is?"
"No, what?" she said, dryly.
"Seventy-eight fucking thousand dollars! That's twenty grand better than the best opening day ever! Jesus!"
The money had him so excited that all of his usual anger was gone. He grabbed her now, kissed her. "Christ, I've already called for a sheriff's car to escort me to the bank for the deposit! This calls for a goddam celebration!"
"It sure does," she said. But not with you, Jack-ass bastard! I got my own celebrating to do!
The phone rang; she picked it up, then looked at Jack. "The escort is here already, but Tony says the final count won't be ready for at least thirty minutes. The sheriff's men will wait, but why don't you take them over to the food tent and see to it they have a good hot supper on us?"
"Sure!" He slammed his fists together. "That's a good idea, Mabel! But don't you tear ass out of here-I'll be back to see you right after making the money drop."
He was gone then, and Mabel went to the window, looking at the last of the people leaving. Already most of the concessions were dropping their fronts-although most of the money was already in the strong room downstairs. It wouldn't take long to gather the rest of it, and then Jack would be out of the way.
And now she saw the boys coming, straggling along, looking as though they were beat into the ground. She smiled. I'm gonna celebrate all right, Wilbur-with my mouth and my pussy around six of the sweetest cocks in the world!
She watched them come around the office corner, and was waiting with the door open as they came dragging up the stairs. As each boy came in she kissed him-and grabbed at his crotch.
"Well, boys, how was it?"
"Great!" said Billy. "We must have taken in almost two hundred bucks in tips-one goddamn drunk paid us ten times to hear Goodnight Irene."
"Yeah!" said Jerry. "I am beat! I can't wait to get home and plow my ass into bed!"
"Right on!" said one of the others, and there were a couple more "Yeans!" as well.
"Oh?" Mabel smiled. "I kind of thought we might have a little celebration-there's champagne in the apartment, and you can each have one glass after you get out of your outfits. Go on in now."
Instruments stowed into the corner, the boys went in to do as she said. Mabel smiled after them. We're gonna have our own private party, boys!
The boys were undressing now, hanging slacks and jackets on the hangers Mabel had provided, stowing them in one closet while the rumpled shirts went into a bag for the laundry man. Tim was the last one into the apartment, and he had closed the door behind him. Now he was the first one to speak up.
"Hey! Where the hell are my clothes?"
"Yeah!" That was Gary. "I can't find mine, either."
"Me either!" from Phil and then from Billy. "What the fuck's goin' on?"
Mabel arranged herself, then went to the door, opening it. The boys were standing around in their underwear-Phil with only his shorts on-and their socks.
"Party time, boys! Champagne is over on the table. Let's celebrate now."
"Hey, Mrs. Love?" Jerry was looking at the other boys, and they all seemed self conscious. "What is this? What's the big idea?"
"The idea is that it's orgy time, Jerry. Every one of you boys has been between my legs now -and now I want all of you at once. Come on, skin out of that underwear-or do I have to rape you all?"
"Jeez!" That was Dave. "I dunno . . . We should be getting home. The last bus leaves pretty soon . . . "
"I'll take you all home," said Mabel. "Once we're done fucking." Which should be just about breakfast time, the way my pussy is sucking air! "C'mon, boys-you're not going to be party poopers, are you? Here-I'll go first!"
She slipped out of her blouse now, unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall-zipper already undone, ready for the action moment. Then she was standing before them, her huge tits welcoming beacons to their desire. Already several of the boys were hard, although a couple of them were trying to hide the fact from their buddies. She went to Jerry, put her arms over his shoulders, pulled him to her. Their lips met, the boy's cock springing hard against her groin.
"There!" she said. "Who wants to be first?"
None of them would speak up, although now she was satisfied to see that every one of their cocks had stiffened appreciably now. "Come on, boys-get out of those things! I'm naked, it's only fair you should be naked too. Come on, Jerry-you were the first one I fucked, so you'll be the first one I fuck tonight."
She was pulling up on his t-shirt, the boy raising his arms now so that she could tug it off; then she pulled down on his shorts, pausing to kiss the head of his cock, then capture the shaft between her breasts, squeezing tight against it. He was burning with his heat, his tiredness forgotten, and now he thrust against her.
Jesus love us, Wilbur! I'm finally going to have all of cock I can take! Six of them, six beautiful boy pricks ready to do me service!
Now she was taking Jerry into the bedroom, the other boys completely naked now, their underclothes laying where they had fallen from their fingers. They crowded into the bedroom after Mabel and Jerry, watching as she sat down on the edge of the bed, Jerry coming down beside her, watching as she took the boy into her arms again, their masses of red hair melding together as they kissed, tongues driving against one another.
Oh, fuck! Sweet fuck! I'm gonna do it! Fuck these other guys-I don't give a shit if they do watch me! I'm gonna fuck her again!
Mabel's hand touched his cock, her fingers curling over the throbbing shaft, feeling his heat, warming his passion. The boy was fondling her tits, his hands sliding over them, and now they were going over together, laying facing each other. He probed against her, between her legs, sliding up onto her thigh as she opened her crotch to him, his cock going into her in that position.
Jesus, they're all watching me, Wilbur! Their eyes are gonna bug right out of their heads! This is beautiful! I never thought it would be so great to have an audience, but I love every fucking bit of it! There, you little bastardscan you see my asshole better now?
Jerry's arms were holding her tight now as his cock thrust all of the way into her pussy, and now they were riding together as they faced each other, the old bed shaking with the steady beat of their movements. Jerry moved easily, his cock sliding up the angle of her cunt, feeling the weight of her breasts across his chest, pushing down on him, her hands holding him tight. Mabel arched her groin against him, forced her cunt to open to its widest as they slid together, fucked together, riding down the first leg of her journey to tonight's Heaven.
Then his hands were grasping at her back, holding tight as the boy gasped. "Aggghhhhh! I feel it-I'm gonna cum! I can't help myself!"
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried, increasing her efforts, throwing herself against him now, taking control of the movements, the boy with all he could do just to hold on to her, hold himself within her. "Fuck meeeeee!"
"Oh, shit!" He threw himself forward. "Oh Christ!" His cock slipped back. "Oh sweet fucking mothe-rfucking! I'm cumminnngggg!"
Mabel pulled against him, squeezed tight about his cock, her nails digging into his back, their bellies slamming together. Over his shoulder she could see Dave and Phil touching each other, their fingers tracing the length of each other's hard cock. No you don't, you little bastards! Those belong to me-nobody but me! I get the fucking, the sucking, the cum! Keep your fucking hands to home!
As though they heard her their fingers moved away then, the two young boys glancing about to see if any of the other boys had noticed. But the other three were too intent on what was happening on the bed before them, on the way that Mabel and Jerry were plunging together as the boy's first load escaped the prison of his balls and flooded into her cunt. He rose against her, upper hand clasping at the air as the scream escaped his lips.
"Jesus! Sweet fucking Jesus! Aggghhhhhh!"
Mabel felt the stirring in her cunt that meant that her own climax was coming-but the boy was slumping against her, already done. She fucked against him a moment longer, wanting to cum-then remembered that there were five more cocks waiting to fill her. There would be plenty of cumming for her tonight.
She rolled away from Jerry, the boy's cock slipping free with a sucking noise, and he dropped onto his stomach, completely spent. Mabel looked around at their audience, and smiled.
"Well? You guys learn anything?"
"Please!" It was Gary. "Let me be next, Mrs. . . . Love?" He remembered that he was supposed to call her mistress, but he did not want to say that word in front of the other boys, his friends. He did not want them to know of his role before her, that she was his dominator. And Mabel did not force the issue, let him keep his honor.
"Come on, honey. Come to Mabel."
She spread her legs, holding up her hands, and Gary came up over her, settling his weight onto her frame. He was heavy, but it was a weight she enjoyed, wanted to feel-she wanted to feel all six of the boys on her at once. She looked at the others, wanting to bring them together-but Gary's cock was already slipping into her cunt, filling her to the fullest, the boy beginning the movements of fucking.
Sweet fuck! They learn fast, Wilbur! Christ, I think he just poked a hole through my womb!
"Ahh, Jesus! That's it, honey-throw it to me! Make me feel your cock! I want it, want it! Jesus yessssss!"
He was riding over her now, in complete command, shaking her body, throwing her back and forth across the bed as his cock plowed in and out of her cunt. His chest slammed against her breasts, crushing them down, and their bellies slapped together, loud wet cracks as their sweat and cum-soaked bodies filled each other to the fullest. Now Mabel felt the fire lighting between her legs, her need to cum summoned back already, knew that she was ready to throw her juice against the boy.
Her juices were flooding out, her hands dropping to the bed as she was drained of strength, hitting against Jerry beside her; but still Gary rode up over her, answering the call of his balls, responding to the need of his body as he fucked against her, in her, with her, pushing her beyond the limits of fucking endurance.
I can't stand it, Wilbur! He's killing me! He's going to throw his cock right through me, rip me straight up the belly! Aggghhhhhhhh, Chirst! He's fucking me fucking meeeeeeeeeee fucking meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And now Gary was at last shooting, his cock working within her soft passages, her cunt exhausted by his fucking so that it could not even milk the juices from him. He rode up over her, gasping for breath, barely able to hold onto her with his sweat-slick hands as his cum poured out into her, filling her, draining him. He was high above her now, supported on stiffened arms, looking down at her fear-filled eyes as his ass worked to plunge against her, filling her with himself, with his cum, with his life.
He screamed as the last of his cum tore from the head of his cock, leaving it expanded, throbbing, filled with pain and love and desire. "Aggghhhhhhhhh, Christ! Christ Jesus! Sweet fucking meeeeeee!"
And now he was collapsing across her, his weight dead on her, completely drained of strength, the two of them sobbing and gasping for breath until Dave and Tim grabbed him, rolled him away so that Tim could climb up to take his place. Gary rolled off the bed, collapsed into the tight space of the corner, eyes closed. He felt the bed moving beside him, but he did not have strength enough to open his eyes and look to see who was taking third place.
"Oh, Jesus!" Mabel opened her eyes, shook her head, as Tim was climbing across her. The boy bent to kiss her breasts, sucking them in deep, nibbling on the flesh.
"Oh, Christ, honey! Give me a break! I gotta rest a minute."
He was disappointed; his cock was standing at its fullest, ready to release its burden, and now he came up over her until he was straddling her belly, sitting back against his heels. He looked down at her and Mabel reached down to touch his cock, gently lift his balls in their tight drawn sac. The boy winced under her touch, the head of his cock dry except for a single drop now welling from the hole.
"Fuck my titties, honey!" She pulled them apart for him. "Stick your cock between them and fuck me."
Tim stared at her a moment, then looked around at the other three who were still standing by the bed; then he looked down at Jerry who was at last coming out of his exhaustion, lifting up on his side to watch what his brother was doing. Jerry shrugged, and Tim rose up over her, letting his legs slide down again as he positioned his cock between her huge globular masses. His belly button was over her chin, and now she licked up with her tongue to touch him there, tracing the convolutions of the inset knot. Her hands went to his nipples, the tips of her fingers tracing them, and then she dropped her arms beside her own breasts, squeezing them together as the boy began to fuck against her valley. His cock was wet now with its own juices and the sweat from her body, and he was panting as he rode up over her. Mabel wanted to see what he was doing, watch the plunging strokes of his ass, but she could see nothing but his sliding belly.
I love them, Wilbur! I love every fucking one of them! Sweet merciful fucking glory, but I love their cocks!
Suddenly she was aware that the boy was shooting already, spurting his load up through her tits and against her chin, the sticky slick-ness tricking down onto her throat. His cum was boiling hot, carried the aroma of sweet fucking boy. She wanted to taste it on her tongue, but there was no way to reach it as he rode over her, gasping for breath, fucking the last of his cum out against her tits until at last he was collapsing as the other boys had collapsed, drained by the energy-sucking magnet of her body, robbed of all possible energy. He collapsed against her, his belly crushing her face, and then he was sliding down the slope of her tits, his half-limp cock battering at her chin and sliding across her lips too quickly for her to capture it as the boy fell in a heap beside her head.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus!" Tim groaned, hands cupping his cock, and now Phil and Billy were pulling him down, stretching him out beside her just as Jerry was on her other side. Mabel's breasts heaved with relief at being free-and then Phil was climbing up over her, his cock probing at her lips, forcing her to open up and take him into her mouth-
"Is this a private party, or can anyone come?"
Phil jerked, his cock sliding back across Mabel's chin, the boy hunching as he looked around and Mabel turned her head-to see Jack standing in the door. The boys were backing away now, looking as though they wished they could melt through the floor.
"Don't go away, boys," said Jack. He was unbuttoning his shirt, then undoing his pants, stepping out of them. His cock was half-hard, the angle lifting even as they watched. "I like an audience for my fucking, just like Mabel. Stick around-maybe I can show you a few things she hasn't taught you."
"What the fuck are you doing here, Jack?" she demanded, rising up on her elbows.
"Getting ready to fuck you, Mabel dear. Or have you forgotten that that is part of my job requirements? A hundred bucks a week to be Chief Cock and Mabel Fucker, remember? Although with all these little boys around, maybe you can't remember what it's like to be fucked like a real man. Bitch!"
"You're not going to touch me, you bastard! Get the fuck out of here-now!"
"Uh uh, Mabel!" He grinned, the triumph clear in his eyes. "You're not giving the orders around here any more. Jerry! Tim! Get your asses off that bed! I need fucking room for my fucking!"
"No!" She tried to scrabble back, get away from him, but Jack's hand shot out, caught her wrist. Please, Wilbur! Help me! Save me from this bastard!
But Wilbur was dead, and now Jack was on the bed with her, rising over her, his cock fully hard now.
"Kiss it, Mabel!" he said, thrusting the head of his cock against his face. "You were just licking that kid's cock-now give me some real head!"
He slammed his cock back into her throat, laying across her, ignoring the hands that were beating at him, the nails that tore at his sides as she struggled for breath. He forced his cock into her half a dozen times, cruelly, throwing his weight against her-and then he relented, withdrew, slid down so that he was kneeling over her. "Turn over, bitch!"
"What-no! You're not going to fuck me there! No!"
His palm cracked across her face. Mabel whimpered, and reached up to touch her bruised cheek, but Jack was forcing her over now, hand twisting her other wrist cruelly, his knees working between her legs. He kneed her now, forcing her ass into the air, and then he was using his hands to spread her cheeks, rubbing his cock across her pussy-slick to wet the head and then pressing it against the sphincter.
"No!" she screamed. "Boys! Help me!"
But the six boys dared not move. They could only watch in fascination as Jack brought the head of his cock against her asshole, pushed against her, the sphincter spreading reluctantly, opening against the unbearable pressure.
"Jesuuuuuuuuuus Help me!"
Now he was in, the ring catching the head of his cock; he paused for breath-and then plunged all the way into her, his balls slamming against the crack of her ass as he ripped across the lining of her intestines. Mabel screamed again at the terrible pain, but there was no relief, no mercy in him. He was plunging against her now, filling her ass with the tube of his cock, violating the most private of her private places.
She sobbed, tears soaking the bedding as he slammed his weight down against the cheeks of her ass. But something was happening now . . . something different, strange. The pain was easing, and in place of it was coming a different sensation, one she had never felt before. Her ass was tight about his cock in a way that her cunt never could be, and he filled her there in a way that she had never known before. It was a rich feeling, a satisfying feeling, and now her inner fires were being set to blazing by this new stimulation. Her ass worked against him, plunging with him, and as he recognized the sudden desire in his movements his plunging became less wild, more controlled, the two of them moving easily together in the final rhythm of the bodies.
"Fuck me!" she cried now, throwing her ass back against him. "Jesus, yes, fuck me, Jack! Fill my ass with your cock! I love it, love it-fuck meeeeeee!"
Oh Jesus, Wilbur-why did you never do this to me? I never dreamed it could be anything like this-it doesn't hurt, it's heaven! His cock is filling me, belongs in me-I'm going to have all of their cocks in me! Oh, this is fucking Heaven, Wilbur! Christ, twelve years together and I never knew what real fucking could be!
Her cum was flooding out of her body now, soaking the bed beneath her as Jack fucked his cock deep into her ass, filling her for the first time in the way she finally knew she was meant to be filled.
"I'm cumminnnggggggg! Fuck me I'm cum-minnnnnnnngggggggg!"
Now he was cumming too, spurting his load deep into her brown channel, filling her with his passion and his love. It was great, it was Heaven-and after Jack there were still the six boy cocks!
I married you Wilbur, for love of your cock because you taught me how to fuck! Now you're gone, and I can't let Jack get away from me-I'll marry him, too! You were older and he's younger, but what the fuck does years mean ? It's ability that counts-fucking ability. And I have Jack-and the boys! The seven greatest cocks in the world, all mine, to fuck me until I can't stand being fucked anymore.
Now he was finished, drained, collapsing against her. They lay together a minute, Jack breathing across her shoulder-and then he was pulling out, rolling away. Mabel at last could look up and see the six boys as they stood around the bed, watching with fascinated eyes.
"Okay, Phil," she said. "You were interrupted before you could get started-so you're next."
She flexed her asshole open, waiting for the shaft that was going to ride her to one more glorious cumming. . . .
