Maria Brent felt the warm California air caressing the softness of her naked body up beneath the pale yellow material of her summer beach dress. It was a typically hot western afternoon. Too hot, and she could feel the heavily pressing heat inflaming her sex-starved body even more than already. She was walking alone on the beach and had purposefully worn no panties or bra beneath her dress because of the heat. But it still was doing no good. She had to strip herself naked and plunge into the ocean for a moment, she just had to do it to cool herself off both psychologically and physically.
Her husband, Phil, had been away too long, locked up in that horrible prison on a charge he didn't deserve. He had merely protected her one night from the insults of another man when they had come to a cocktail lounge and she had refused to dance when the man asked her. Unfortunately, in his anger at the insults, he had killed the man with one punch and had been sent up for two years on manslaughter and she was getting awfully tired of opening her own legs and satisfying herself with her fingers or a vibrator at night. It just was not natural for a young voluptuous thirty-two-year-old woman to be alone. No one had the right to keep her man away from a full-bodied and passionate female at that age, and that included the California prison authorities, also.
Lord, it was so hot she could hardly stand it.
She moved closer to the gently lapping water's edge and let the sun beat down on her, her body soaking up the hot, but soothing rays. Her face was finely chiseled, like Farrah Fawcett's, and tanned to a smooth dark bronze that fairly radiated health and gave her a clean, unblemished aristocratic look that sometimes almost drove men to rape her right out in the public eye. She looked up and down the long Marin County beach that she lived on the far end of to make certain there was no one around to disturb her nude reverie and then began undoing the buttons at the bosom of her dress.
Her firm, full breasts jiggled heavily from side to side as she pulled down the top of her dress from her shoulders and they were exposed to the sudden slight cooling breeze that wafted over them. They were huge, firmly curved and topped with light brown nipples that hardened almost at once as she sifted her hands over them. She cupped and pressed them gently inward until their tips almost met before she unbuttoned her dress front from her small, deeply indented navel all the way down to the hem. She shimmied from it, the thin material sliding down the full length of her sleek thighs and pooling by her feet as it left her completely naked, her voluptuously curved beauty gleaming seductively in the sunlight of the day.
She was of medium height and sensuously built, with thighs and calves that could have been formed by the creator of Venus himself. The softness of her thin young pussy curls glistened like honeyed silk at the juncture of her legs and was so sparse it scarcely hid the tight, fleshy little slit of her cunt beneath. Gently, lovingly, she stroked it for a moment and felt the small chills of a recently, almost constant, desire ripple upward through her breasts.
"Oh, Lord," she muttered to herself, "I'd better be getting in that water fast or I'll be lying down on the sand and finger-fucking myself to a screaming orgasm right here in front of God and everyone!"
Looking up and down the beach once again to check being alone, she walked through the soft sand to the ocean's edge and felt the small, rippling waves licking coolly up over her calves, thighs and belly. A moment later, the fully rounded flesh of her breasts were submerged in the refreshing salt water, the wondrous balm calming the heated lips of her naked young cunt as it lapped softly up between her joyously scissoring legs.
Then, diving beneath the first whitely cresting wave that approached her, she moved with long clean strokes through the water on the other side, kicking her feet hard to build up her speed as the Catalina flying fish scattered and glided gracefully through the air before her smoothing churning body. With graceful strokes, she cut a wide circle, apexing a hundred yards from shore and started back towards the beach again.
Her thoughts wandered as she swam lazily through the afternoon stillness of the sea. She, of course, could continue satisfying herself with her own fingers for another few weeks. Then Phil would be finishing his sentence and be coming home. He could just fuck her crazy when that seemingly endless time finally arrived. Scissoring her legs as wide apart as she could in the water, she imagined his long thick cock and the way it thrilled her when it drove deep up inside her hot, desire-slickened cunt. She thought of its heavily throbbing head, all wet and glistening with her love juices, as it pressured far up between her legs, beating an incessant rhythm of passion through the tightly clinging little mouth that was surrounded by the soft curls of her pussy hairs.
She was so engrossed with the delicious reverie of feeling his lust-heated cum washing far up inside the core of her belly that she didn't hear the car bearing Phil's probation officer pull up behind a dune on the beach and stop. It was only when the car door slammed hard shut that she pulled herself from her dream of her husband's homecoming and swam swiftly as she could toward the spot on the beach where she had shed her dress.
But, by the time she had reached it, it was too late. The heavy, muscularly built man was standing there with an appreciative smile on his rugged, world experienced face. Painfully conscious of his male eyes roving over the nakedly exposed curves of her body, she struggled into the thin summer dress she had so innocently discarded only a few minutes before.
Her flesh was soaked, and the top two buttons of her dress resisted all efforts on her part to hook them together. The thin, diaphanous material molded itself erotically to her dripping curves. She tugged at the top of her dress to cover her breeze-hardened nipples and finally sighing with exasperation at the hopelessness of the task, she turned to face the unwelcome intruder.
Simon Ross, the area probation officer, had been dropping around to visit Maria since her husband had gone before the parole board and had been given a release date some two months back. He was to be in charge of Phil's life when he was released and used the excuse that he had to get to know the ex-con's family so he could be better able to help the man. Maria had tried to think of ways and excuses to keep him away, but it had been hopeless. He had the law on his side, and Phil's whole future in his hands, so there was nothing she dared do to outright insult him.
He controlled his probation area with an iron fist and few of the men under his jurisdiction ever skipped out on him. He always cut their paroles short before they got the chance if he had the slightest inkling they were about to run. All the ex-prisoners were deathly afraid of him. With their wives, it was a totally different matter. His reputation as a cocksman and his cool self-assuredness made him most attractive to the lonely women who were waiting for their men to be released. He moved in and out of the bedrooms of Cranston Village Beach with a fair amount of ease because he was a good-looking and handsome man in a rough, egotistical way. He was built like a pro linebacker, perhaps a few years over the hill, but nevertheless he still had that rugged appearance that turned women on. Particularly those prone to a little masochistic violence in their lovemaking.
His dark brown eyes could reflect sympathy when it was called for, but now there was a cold, hard look in them as he walked toward Maria and they roved her wetly dripping body. The sun, setting out over the Pacific behind her, silhouetted her firm thighs through the thin fabric of the dress and the tightly clinging dampness of its material covered her breasts without doing much to conceal them from his view.
He eyed her openly, making no attempt to hide his lewd interest in her voluptuous, near nudity. For a long moment, his eyes lingered on the large shadowy circles of her nipples outlined clearly against the wetness of her dress. He tongued his lips with a slow meaningful gesture and then locked eyes with her.
"Missus Brent," he said roughly. "You've got yourself a big problem."
Maria felt instinctively afraid. She knew deep down within her that it had something to do with her husband's, Phil's, coming parole. He hadn't gotten along well in prison, and she had tried to plead with him to watch his step with the guards and other prisoners. But, he wouldn't listen and sometimes let his temper get the best of him.
"What's wrong, Mister Ross?" she asked, holding her breath.
"Your husband's gone and hit another prisoner in a yard fight," Ross answered brusquely. "It could mean the board reversing their decision on letting him out in a few weeks."
Maria almost choked on her words. "But he's just excited about coming home," she said. "His nerves must have gotten to him. You know he's never been locked up before."
"Piss!" Ross spat. "He's got a mean streak in him a mile long. All them cons are the same, too short a fuse to be let loose in the world."
Maria grimaced. She would never get used to hearing people call Phil a con, but it would do no good to argue with the man who held his whole future in his hands.
"Now, I gotta go and make a recommendation to the board after talking it over with his family. If I think he's coming out into the proper atmosphere, I'm supposed to recommend they overlook his little mistake. But I haven't seen anything yet that would be in his favor. Not with his wife running around swimming naked on a public beach. I gotta tell them to keep him a while longer." His eyes roved lecherously over her body again.
The voluptuous young blonde turned almost white. "Oh, Lord, no!" she blurted, tears welling up in her eyes. "It would kill him to have to stay in there any longer. Please give him another chance to prove himself."
"And what would you be willing to do if I did?" he leered suggestively.
"I'll do anything," she said, her lower lips trembling.
Ross' face hardened. This was his moment -- the one he had been waiting for. One corner of his mouth turned up in a victorious leer.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded suddenly.
Terrified, she complied. Was he going to make her beg? Did he want her to plead with him?
But the probation officer had something else in mind. He stepped toward her. Then suddenly his hand shot out to grab her long golden hair. His fingers tangled in it, twisting cruelly until her lips tightened in pain. It felt like he was going to yank it out by the roots.
"Please," she whimpered, "You're hurting me."
The officer laughed -- a harsh guffaw which came up from his belly. "Not as much as I'm about to," he said cruelly. "If you don't do like I tell you." Pulling viciously, he brought her lips against the front of his pants. "Now, take my cock out and suck it!"
Maria was trembling. The man was capable of killing her, and she knew it. It wouldn't be the first time he shot or beat somebody to death in the line of duty. She wished Phil was here to protect her. To grab the bigmouthed bastard by the back of his neck and kick the hell out of him. But he wasn't and there was no time to think things over. His hand was twisting, pulling her hair so hard that she had to struggle to keep back a scream.
With shaking fingers, she reached for the tab of his zipper. She could see the front of his trousers rising and falling with the pulsating beat of his stiffening prick. The movement was ominous -- like the restless stirring of some prehistoric animal. But deep down in the furthest recesses of her mind, it intrigued her
She couldn't help wondering what his cock was like, how it would feel in her hand. It had been so long since Phil was home, so long since she felt the massive strength of a male penis. In a daze she unzipped the front of his pants.
Like a mighty charger which had suddenly been released from captivity, his prick sprang forward. Impatiently, it stabbed at the air in front of him, bobbing up and down as it pulsed. Maria's eyes widened at the sight of it.
His cock was huge -- gigantic! It must have been at least ten inches long. And it was as big around as her wrist. The shaft was pinkish, crisscrossed with pulsating blue veins which twitched as the warm air washed over it. But the head was a deep shade of dark crimson. It was thick and round, its swollen tip bisected by a taut littl pink slit. A thick bead of moisture formed at the opening, glistening in the California sunshine.
"Suck it," he growled impatiently. To punctuate his command, he yanked angrily at her hair, bringing a sob of agony from her lips.
In spite of her horror, Maria felt her body respond to the sight of his alien hardness. Her nipples to press anxiously at the front of her wetly clinging summer dress. Her pussy started to involuntarily secrete, its soft, furry lips becoming thick and slick with its oily secretions.
His hand continued twisting and pulling at her wet hair. She found it impossible to think. There wasn't any choice. She had to do as he demanded.
Slowly opening her mouth, she brought it to the head of his cock. She could hear his chuckling as he watched her surrender. Bumping forward with his hips, he nudged at her lips with its hardness. For an instant, she resisted, and then gave in completely.
Shielding her teeth with her lips, she allowed his alien cock to enter the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Ross' fingers still clutched at her hair, but as she reluctantly closed her lips around his throbbing shaft, he loosened his grip. Determined not to give him any more than she had to, she kept her lips stiffly oval and tried not to nibble as she sucked. But, even so, as she moved them mechanically up and down the length of his rod, she could feel it responding. It seemed to swell even under the grudging caresses of her mouth. It was beating harder and more rhythmically.
Involuntarily, her tongue flitted across its smooth, silky underbelly. His cock had a masculine, desire-inciting taste like Phil's. But there was something else there, too. The hot, piquant taste of another woman's cunt! This must be his second visit today to one of the prisoner's wives. Only he had obviously fucked that one's pussy, as Maria could taste her female cum on it.
When her tongue rolled over his rubbery cockhead, the officer grunted. Then, letting go of her hair, he took her ears in his hands and worked her head slowly up and down over his hugely pulsing hardness. She glanced up to look at his face. It was beaming with ecstasy, his eyelids pressed tightly together. But his lips were still twisted in a characteristically angry snarl.
Her entire mouth was filled with the flavor of his maleness. There were thick, slippery secretions flowing now from the tip of his prick. The thought if it gave her a sense of revulsion in the pit of her belly. Yet something more lewd and primeval within her made her press her pointed tongue-tip against the small cum-slit at the tip. And that same something made her lick hungrily at the masculine juices flowing there.
It had been so long since her passions were satisfied by a real man that she almost found herself desiring Simon Ross to push her down on the sandy beach and fuck her. The sounds of lustful pleasure that came from his throat were exciting her. The heat which emanated from his thickly quivering rod was spreading to her trembling body. It warmed her pussy and filled her groin with tingling waves of sexual hunger. She tried to turn herself off, but she couldn't. Her mind was filled with a vision of his glorious cock and how it must look as it slithered in and out of her mouth.
Uncertainly, she reached up to cup his scrotum with her hand. It was heavy with boiling sperm and hot to the touch. Gently, she cradled the softness of the testicles which swayed inside it. Without being urged, she rolled and juggled them in her fingers. Once she started, she just couldn't stop. She stroked the gently swaying bag and squeezed it softly in her palm.
Her cunt was on fire. She wanted to throw herself down on the soft sand and lie back and open her thighs to him. She wanted to strip for him and bare her tits and blonde pussy hair to his view. She wanted him to ram his prick deep up into her cunt -- but she hated him. And she hated herself for the salaciously building lust within her.
He was groaning bestially now, his cock buried almost to the hilt in her mouth. She could feel its bluntly rounded end prodding at the back of her throat. It was demanding more stimulation, threatening to choke the very life from her if it wasn't forthcoming and she didn't suck harder and faster.
With a fluttering movement of her tongue, she coated its underside with the moist warmth of her saliva. The surface of his rod felt smooth and creamy. She found herself lingering passionately over the texture and taste of it. As he rolled and lunged his loins against her face, she knew he was aware of her burgeoning need. She had to cover it, to hide it from his smugly egotistical mind.
But the muscular probation officer knew too much about women to be deceived. "Starting to like sucking strange cock, ain't you?" he muttered between rasping groans of pleasure. "How's the taste?" he taunted. "You like it any better than that dick on your convict boy?"
He turned her sweet face up at him so that she could see him watching her. Then he pulled back to slip the length of his cock from her mouth. It hung in the air before her, glistening wetly with a sheen of moisture. She realized that it was her own passion-driven saliva, and was angry with herself. But her pussy still tingled hotly and her tits were still flushed with desire.
"Lick it like a lollipop," he commanded, "while I watch your tongue curl around it."
Maria felt her fair complexion reddening, her skin blushing with shame. She wanted to resist him, but his powerful hands left her little alternative. Aware that his eyes were burning with their gaze, she extended her tongue over the rigid flesh of his organ.
The swollen penis throbbed, another drop of lubricant oozing from its cum-slit. He guided her face, held tightly between his hands, to the pinnacle and held her there for a moment. She realized what he wanted her to do, and tried to fight. But resistance was hopeless. Her body had a mind of its own. Self-driven, her tongue lashed out to flick the pearly liquid of his lust from his cum-hole.
She rolled it in her mouth, savoring the spicy, masculine flavor. Then, with a strangled gasp, Maria formed an oval with her lips and took his cock into her throat once again. She engulfed the throbbing rod with the honeyed warmth of her mouth. She let her tongue loll hotly across its surface. Closing her lips around its circumference, she sucked gently, creating a vacuum with the inner muscles of her hungrily constricting throat.
Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled on his rod, until she could feel the heaviness of it stroking their insides. With both hands she stroked and caressed him. Her fingers moved from his balls to the base of his cock and back again. Without prompting, she tangled them in the curling bush of his cock hair and rubbed delicately over the sensitive skin of his pubis.
Officer Ross was panting uncontrollably, his eyes tightly closed. One of his hands loosened its grip on her ear to begin groping for her nakedly bouncing tits. She felt his fingers closing over her nipples. There was no hiding her arousal from him now.
Ross was beyond caring about reactions, however. He was fucking her mouth as just another cunt and all that mattered was his own pleasure and satisfaction. He rolled the swollen nubs of her breasts brutally in his heavily pinching fingers as he cupped the massive globe of her tit in his ham-like hand.
When her fingertips glided over the small portion of his cock still protruding from her lips, he grunted like a wild animal, and when she cradled his scrotum hungrily, even eagerly now in her palms, he roared like a bull gorilla.
He was rising toward his climax. She could feel it building. His cock was pulsing powerfully, and swelling to even bigger dimensions. Her mouth was stuffed with ready-to-cum cock-flesh, her lips stretched tightly around its monstrous girth. Her own responses were matching his. Her cunt was on fire, and not even the river of the hotly flowing juices gushing from it could extinguish it.
The lips of her pussy pouted rhythmically open and shut down between her legs. Her clit was stiff and swollen with the need to be touched. She craved release from the building sexual tensions in her young and passionate body. But at the same time, she dreaded the explosion which she feared was on the way.
If she orgasmed while sucking him, she would be betraying her husband. And that was something that this man could never force her to do. She tried to fight back the flood of mounting desire which washed through her pussy below. But it was looming larger and closer in her consciousness.
The taste of his lubricant was spicier, sharper. She knew that his climax was building; that his tangy semen would soon be on the way. She wanted to pull her face away, to finish him with her fingers so that the hotly gushing semen would spurt out on the ground instead of into her throat. But that primeval something with prevented her from acting.
Hungrily, she sucked and lapped at his rod. Her hands twisted and turned about his cock's base, milking it desperately. Her teeth grazed caressingly over its throbbing surface. As she sucked, she jerked his penis up and down, bringing droplet after droplet of thickly running fluid from its tip.
He made a deep, harsh, gurgling sound in his throat, and she knew that his manly desires had, for a moment, rendered him weak and helpless. She could have broken from him then and run away, but there was something drawing her inexplicably toward the inevitable conclusion. He was going to cum in her mouth. And that primeval sexual devil dancing his lewd dance within her wanted to experience it!
Her hips were churning, working her groin around in tight little circles. Her thighs pressed tightly at the lips of her tender pussy, gently irritating her sensitive clit. The young wife was nearing a climax of her own. Not even the guilt which she felt could work to prevent it.
She sucked harder at Simon Ross' mouth-filling cock, no longer an unwilling participant in the obscene charade. Tilting her head back, she looked up to see a silvery string of saliva dripping from one corner of his mouth. He was lost in a world of arousal, no longer in contact with reality. Any moment now. Any second.
The he exploded. A thick whirling gush of semen jetted from the end of his prick to splatter the back of her throat. And then another. And another. Her mouth filled with the heated cum of his orgasm. It coated her tongue and saturated her tonsils. It oozed between her teeth and titillated her palate. It slid hotly down her gullet.
She relaxed and prepared to let the orgasm wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered shut. Another second! Another instant!
But Ross' cock had shot its load! There was no point in hanging around. The softness which had lit his features at the moment of climax was gone now. It had been replaced by his perpetual look of contempt and anger. Placing the tips of his fingers against her forehead, he shoved her viciously from him. She fell backwards onto the soft sand, her legs shamelessly open and she knew at that moment he could have dropped down between them and fucked her to his heart's content and she would have loved every second of it.
But instead, he spoke: "All right, bitch, you just bought your husband another chance. But it's his last, I'm warning you." Then he added, "I just might drop in to see you again some time soon."
Maria watched in silence as he strode back to his car and drove away. Then brushing herself off with her hand, she headed back down the beach toward the house.
Chapter Two
Later, after showering and trying to wash herself clean and brush the still lingering taste of Simon Ross' cum from her mouth, Maria lay back on her bed in her bedroom. God, she would be glad when Phil was released from that awful cage they were keeping him in and could come home and fuck her like a real woman should be fucked and defend her from things like what happened today.
And there was Jimmy, their fifteen-year-old son, too. He needed a father badly, particularly since he was entering puberty and showing more than a casual interest in girls now.
Sally Joplin, a local girl, had been coming out to use the beach in front of their house regularly and more than once Maria had watched him eyeing her as she lay on the beach in front of the house in that string bikini of hers which barely covered her almost hairless little pussy. She was a year older than Jimmy and that still only made her sixteen, but Maria suspected it was a rather precocious sixteen and wouldn't doubt it at all if she and Jimmy began trying to play 'dirty doctor' together before her summer visit was over. She would have to watch them carefully and not let things get out of hand.
He was such a well built young boy, just like his father, and she had to admit that several times when she had gone into his room at night to check on him and he had kicked the covers away and his young penis was visible through the fly of his pajamas, she had been tempted in her cruelly imposed sexual deprivation to reach out and stroke it into hardness with her fingers and lips. It had taken all her willpower, even though he was her own son, to keep from doing it.
And now, even though her hysterical anger and confusion had subsided from her treatment at the hands of Officer Ross this afternoon, she had to admit that the thought of the man's huge, heavily throbbing cock pumping far back into her throat really turned her on.
After lifting her to the peak of passionate excitement, though, he had left her dangling over the precipice. She felt all nervous and trembly between her thighs. She was wound up like a clock spring and just had to do something to relieve herself.
Resolutely, she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her hands moved tenderly to the burning tissues of her cunt. There was no other way. She simply needed relief.
The lips of her pussy were swollen and distended with lust. As she rubbed them with her fingertips, she moaned in passion. A thick coating of moisture already lubricated the vaginal opening, easing the friction of her masturbating hand. Her eyes were shut tight, memories of Officer Ross' massive cock fucking slipperily in and out of her roundly oval lips haunting her mind. Slowly, she inserted a finger inside her pussy hole.
Streaks of jagged lightning shot through her at the auto-erotic touch. Her cunt became aware of her finger at the same time that her finger became aware of her cunt. It felt good. She began to fuck her pussy with her hand. Scissoring two fingers together, she spread the softly flanged labia to allow the hot afternoon air to wash over her inner membranes. Then, carrying a drop of cunt juice on the tips of her digits, she wet the tip of her clitoris.
The tiny female penis was red with sexual hunger. It tingled with erotic sensation. Each time her fingers nudged its surface, her body twitched in reaction. She rolled it from side to side, coating it completely with the dew of her secretions. Then, taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled it gently up and down.
It was like a miniature cock, throbbing in response to her manipulations. She wished that she could bend forward and suck it, the way she had sucked Phil's probation officer's cock. She wished she could run her tongue over its wetly glistening little head, the way Phil did whenever he was home.
Slipping her fingertip back into the slit of her pussy for another wisp of lubricant, she wet it some more. The sounds of pleasure which were spewing from her throat became louder with each tantalizing stroke. Her cunt was open wide, prepared for the intrusion of the mightiest cock on earth. Ironically, it got nothing more than her own slender fingers.
Nudging at the tiny nipple of her cunt with a knuckle, she fingered hotly down into the far hidden depths of the tiny hole between her thighs. She placed the soles of her feet against the mattress, lifting her buttocks high off the surface of the bed and opening her pussy even further. Pressing her palm flat against the soft of mass of her pubic curls, she buried her middle finger to the hilt in her fragrantly gushing vaginal slit.
It felt good . . almost good enough to let her forget her frustration. But the need for a cock kept intruding on her self-stimulation, she thought of Phil's, all thick and shiny with her secretions. She thought of Simon Ross' thick and brutal looking prong as it protruded from the front of his pants and spit out its excitement.
She felt herself lifted higher on a billowing cloud of excitement. Continuing to fingerfuck her cunt with her right hand, her left began searching the night table beside her for the hand mirror she kept there. Reaching between her wide-splayed thighs, she positioned it to reflect the curl-rimmed mouth of her cunt. The sight of its thin, vertical lips gripping hotly around her fingers excited her still more.
She watched as her cunt kissed the palm of her hand, coating her skin with her sweet, fragrant fluids of passion. Then, taking her fingers from the opening, she lifted them to her nose and sniffed delicately. The aroma lifted her higher. Snaking her tongue quickly out from between her lips, she licked her middle finger. It tasted rich and pungently sweet.
Quickly, she returned her hand to her eagerly waiting vagina. In and out, in and out her fingers plunged. Her hips were grinding in tiny tight circles, her naked ass-cheeks rubbing against the sheet each time she swung down against it. She watched the mirror as her fingers fucked slipperily up into her pussy. She gazed at the swollen redness of her clitoris. Her tension was increasing. The muscles of her thighs drew taut, trembling with fatigue. Her body was in motion, her pelvis rising to meet the cunt-splitting thrusts of her plundering digits. The crisis was approaching. It was beginning to happen.
Like a crashing of a tidal wave, it was upon her at last. Her head spun crazily as the rollicking bolts of ecstasy slapped and lashed at her. Her belly fluttered, her buttocks clenched and unclenched. Rumblings of thunder filled the air around her, drowning her uninhibited screams of delight.
Torrents of rich vaginal fluid drenched her rapidly working hand, making her fingers slick and smooth. She brought her thighs together, wrapping them tight around her fist in a mindless effort to keep it from withdrawing. But her palm was fastened tightly to the free-flowing fountain of her pussy. Like a creature with a will all its own, it reveled in the glory of her completion. In its way, it too experienced a kind of orgasm, and she wished it, too, could cum hard up inside her.
She panted and she moaned, not caring who might hear her cries. A finger-fuck might not be much, but it was all that she had. And her body was making the most of it. Like a skydiver in free fall, she coasted weightlessly while her mind whirled in the throes of self-induced orgasm. The mirror, forgotten, dropped from her hand to strike her thigh and fall to the mattress beside her. Her eyes were shut tight, excluding everything but the ever expanding glow in her cunt. For a while, she thought it would go on forever.
It didn't. When she had finished pouring the juices of frustration from her openly gushing cuntlips, she lay back in breathless silence. She felt better now. She would be able to face another day. But what would she do tomorrow?
Chapter Three
Maria walked dejectedly into the house and put the bag of groceries she was carrying on the kitchen table. It was still early morning and she made herself a quick cup of coffee and drank it down rapidly. She had to have a talk with her son and she knew it couldn't wait another few weeks until Phil was released from prison. She would just have to take the bulls by the horns and explain the facts of life to him herself. Those spots she had found on his sheets were obviously cum-tracks and if he was old enough to ejaculate, he was certainly old enough to get a girl pregnant.
She finished her coffee and putting the cup on the table, walked toward the door. He must be outside playing now and she would call him in and lay the law down. It could not be put off any longer.
She had the door halfway open when a car pulled up to a screeching halt in front of the house. A moment later, Officer Ross was pushing his way by her into the living room. His two assistants, Bobbie Joe Jensen and Len McColl were with him this time and followed him brusquely inside.
"All right," Ross snarled. "Where do you keep it?" Shoving Maria aside, he moved around the living room, inspecting it. His assistants followed closely on his heels. "Where is it?"
"Where is what?" Maria asked timidly, closing the door to turn and face the three men who had invaded her home.
"You know what," the probation officer spat. "The grass. They had a big party in your husband's cell block last night. They all got stoned to the eyeballs and you were the last visitor any of the prisoners had. We figured you took it in last Monday when you went to visit him. We just might have to take you in."
"Me?" Maria echoed. "On what charge?" She was outraged, but frightened.
"Smuggling drugs into a state prison," the officer answered. "We figured you're responsible since you were the last one to visit. Come on, boys, let's look around and see if we can't find any pot growing around here. The garden's the likely place."
"Pot growing?" Maria repeated, her voice a hushed whisper. "You won't find any of that. I don't even know what it looks like!"
"We'll see about that. I bet you smoke it all the time. Come on, let's go outside and take a look."
The three men, pushing Maria before them, made their way out to the back yard and, discovering nothing growing in the garden, pulled her into the small barbecue cabana behind the house.
"None growing out there," Ross growled. "She might have it hidden on her. Bobbie Joe, check them tits and see if she's got 'em padded with grass. Maria tried to back away, but Bobbie Joe and Len grabbed her by the wrists. Ripping her buttons away and looking down her bodice at the full firm flesh of her breasts, the probation officer scrutinized them lustfully. A gleam of sadistic lust flickered to life in his eyes.
"She looks clean, Mr. Ross. Should we let her go?"
Maria was stricken.
"Hell no," Ross responded. "These smugglers are clever. She might have it secreted up between her legs. Who knows? We better have a look."
"Now wait a minute," the young mother began. But the officers ignored her protest. Len, the taller of the two, moved around in back of her. Bobbie Joe Jensen tore at the snap of her jean. She tried to kick out at him, but he only laughed, showing two rows of crooked yellow teeth. Within seconds, he had opened the denim pants and drawn them down to her ankles. She struggled to keep her balance.
Her white panties were brief and lacy. She could feel Ross' gaze burning through them to the thinly exposed little slit of her cunt. She wanted to turn away, but she was shackled by her own jeans. Len twisted a little harder, until the pain made her go limp. She leaned against him for support. The deputy loosened his grip gradually until he was sure she had quit struggling. Then he let go and stepped away from her. She didn't move. Standing there with her pants down around her ankles, she stared down at the carpeted floor. She felt utterly degraded, but was helpless to do anything about it.
The burly probation chief lifted one corner of his upper lips to snarl at her. The he ran his eyes lecherously over her shapely legs. Slowly, he walked around her, appraising her like some whore her might be choosing for the night.
"Nope," he muttered. "She didn't hide it in the jeans, either." For an instant, a look of disappointment flashed across his features. But it faded at once to be replaced by an expression of inspiration. "Strip her," he commanded. "We'll have to check everything out."
Maria gasped. How could they do this to her? She looked mutely at Len and Bobbie Joe, imploring them with her eyes. But their raw and bony faces were impassive. Their chief had given them an order. There was nothing for them to do but obey it. There was nothing for them to do but obey it. Obedience was as close as either of them got to intelligence.
Without a word, Bobbie Joe dropped to his knees and pulled her rumpled jeans off over her feet. She didn't offer any resistance as the officer grabbed at the front of her blouse. With one powerful movement, he tore it open. She heard the buttons fall to the floor. Her lips were drawn tightly together as he worked the tattered garment off over her shoulders.
When she was clad in nothing more than her bra and panties, Bobbie Joe looked dutifully up at his chief. A muscle in Ross' temple was twitching erratically. "Go on," Simon Ross said impatiently. "Get the rest of it."
Bobbie Joe fumbled clumsily with the garment, his hands brushing roughly over her breasts. He couldn't seem to find the catch. Finally he hooked a finger in the thin strip of elastic between its cups and pulled. Maria felt the backstrap straining against her skin, cutting painfully into her shoulder blades. For a moment, she experienced a desire to reach back and unsnap it so that the brute wouldn't have to rip it. But she resolved to do nothing to help the bastards in her humiliation of her, even if she could do nothing to prevent it.
With a loud tearing sound, the bra pulled away from her, exposing her tits. They sprang free, the rosy-brown caps inscribing a pair of circles in the air before her. She heard Ross draw his breath in through his teeth, and was unable to avoid looking up into his face. Something inside her thrilled to his masculine response. She was too much a woman to be unmoved by his obvious arousal.
She moved her feet together as the officer stripped her panties down over her ankles, and then spread them slightly apart.
"Well," she said softly. "Do you see any marijuana on me? Anywhere?"
"Don't know," the probation officer replied, taking off his hat to wipe his forehead with the back of his arm. "I'll have to take a closer look." Stepping towards her, reached out and touched on of her nipples with his finger. "Kinda like this, don't cha?" he asked impudently. Maria didn't answer. "Well? Don'tcha?"
The naked woman felt her nipples throbbing with desire, and hated herself for the uncontrollably erotic reaction. It wasn't enough for them to torment her with their brutality. Now they were torturing her with her own potent sexuality. It wasn't fair. A tear formed in the corner of her eye.
Her tits were flushing a deep shade of rosy pink, and there was simply nothing she could do to hide it. She was aroused. The sigh she emitted couldn't be disguised. She wanted to turn away and bury her face in her hands, but her pride made her look into his eyes. She fought to control the trembling of her lower lip and chin.
"I despise you, Simon Ross," she sobbed defiantly. "Anyway when my husband gets out, he'll get you for this." She could no longer hold back the flood of emotion. She openly wept.
"Here's one for you," the probation officer snapped, slapping her viciously across the face with his ham-like hand. "And here's one for your convict husband." He hit her again. Then, turning to his silent, staring sidekicks, he said, "hold her down on the floor. I've gotta check her more thoroughly."
Len was the first to reach her, but when he touched her wrist, she stepped quickly away from him and lashed out his face. Her nails left three bloody trails across his cheek. Angered, the officer punched her hard in the center of her naked belly.
With a grunting rush of air, she sank to the floor. For a minute, she thought she would lose consciousness. She felt the softness of the carpet enveloping her, its thick pile soothing against her nude buttocks and thighs. Everything started to go black. But then she was aware of hands on her, pulling her arms and legs out and pinning her to the floor. She opened her eyes to see Bobbie Joe stroking her breasts with his fingertips. And idiotic grin played over his features.
Their boss' voice boomed. "Out of the way, boys," he commanded. "She's mine. All you get to do is watch me fuck her."
Bobbie looked disappointed, but he obediently moved off to the side. He gripped her left wrist and ankle in his hands while, opposite, Len did the same with her right. Naked, she looked up at the sneering officer who held her husband's future in his hands -- the officer that was going to rape her!
From where she lay spread-eagled, he looked huge and menacing. She realized she was completely at his mercy, and she loathed him for it. But something within her longed for him to get on with it. Her cunt was hot, its outer lips covered with a thick coating of fluid. Her naked tits were throbbing with excitement.
Simon pulled down his zipper and his cock came thrusting out of the front of his pants. It looked even bigger than it had the other day. She remembered the spicy masculine flavor of it, the taste of his hotly flowing cum on her tongue. And she knew it wouldn't be her mouth which felt his presence today.
"Open her legs up a little farther," the big man commanded. "That tight little cunt doesn't look hardly big enough for the Enforcer here."
He gave his penis a playful shake, casting a few flying drops of shimmering pre-cum on her naked tits. She felt it spatter on her heavily inflated implants, burning like heated oil where it touched her yearning skin.
Len and Bobbie Joe pulled back on her ankles, spreading her legs so far back her cunt hurt. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. But there was no escaping the reality of her brutal situation. When she opened them again, Simon Ross was on the floor, kneeing his way towards her widespread cuntal opening.
She willed the lips of her cunt to clench tightly together and bar him entry. But they refused to respond to her conscious command. Instead, they flared outward and blossomed forth shamelessly, like the petals of a rose, drawing back to reveal the soft pink flesh of her warm, wet interior. She bit her lips in frustration, angry at the weakness of her sexual hunger.
Ross' prick was closer to her now, hovering hungrily at the moist-lipped opening to her womb. Reaching forward, he put his hand on the hair-covered mount of her pubis, rubbing in a slow and lazy circle. His touch was amazingly gentle. She couldn't help but respond to it.
Her clit began to harden, its wetly glistening little tip poking out at him from between her fleshy folds of trembling vaginal flesh. For a moment, he toyed with it, his fingertips rolling it around like a solitary little marble in a bowl of melted butter. She heard a sigh of sexual desire and realized to her horror that it was coming from her own tightly constricting throat.
His two assistants laughed. "Didn't take you long to get her going, Chief," Len said. Maria wished for a hole to fall into and pull down around her.
"Never does," their boss answered. "Specially not with a hot-blooded bitch like this one. Why I'll bet when that convict husband of hers is around, she gets it ten, twelve times a day. She must be burning for a dose of my cock." Thrusting his thumb into her cunt, he said, "Ain't that right, Mrs. Brent?"
She closed her eyes and turned away. But the treacherous flow of her pussy juices told the story. He spread the warm, slippery substance over the soft vaginal lips, depositing a pearl of it on the head of her now hotly vibrating little clitoris. Each time he stroked her, she shuddered involuntarily.
"Nice and wet," he said as his fingers wormed up into her again. "Why if this pussy could talk, it would say 'Mister Simon Ross, please give me some cock'."
He shifted into falsetto as he mocked her. Then burst into a raucous and derisive laughter. His assistants joined in the fun, giggling and cackling wildly.
Maria's mind was reeling with hatred and disgust. But her traitorous young body's needs overpowered her conscious. She wished he was dead, yet at the same time, she wanted him. She needed to feel the power and bulk of his huge, almost inhuman fuck-rod tearing into her cunt. She longed for the excitement of a full man-and-woman orgasm. When she felt the tip of his penis pressing insistently at the openly pouting slit of her pussy, she opened her mouth and groaned involuntarily.
Her husband's probation officer moved his hips from side to side, working his cock slowly up into her hotly swollen pussy mouth. She felt a fraction of its tips sliding into her and braced herself for a tearing, plundering drive. He moved slowly, however. A millimeter at a time, his masculine organ worked its way inward. After each jabbing plunge, he stopped to wait for the elasticity expanding walls of her vagina to adapt to his bulk. Then, as her cuntal membranes stretched to fit snugly around him, he drove forward again.
She couldn't stop gurgling and sighing submissively. And she was no longer straining at the hands which held her down. If Len and Bobbie Joe had let go of her ankles, she would have locked them around the big man's waist. She was much too hungry to turn down a cock meal now.
She felt the rounded end of his prickhead lodging tightly in the outer chamber of her vulva. Her labia closed tenderly around it, imprisoning the masculine organ deep up in the heat of her expectantly waiting belly. Rolling his hips, Simon pivoted his cock on the prominence of her pubic bone. The thickly throbbing head rotated far up inside her cock-split snatch. Maria groaned.
Ross' face hovered above hers now. His hands were on either side of her head, supporting the weight of his body. His assistants still held her down, pulling her limbs into the shape of an 'X'. But they were applying less force. It was apparent that she was going nowhere. Now. . . she wanted all she could get from Simon Ross.
She felt the thick crinkly hair of the officer's pubic mound scouring at the soft whiteness of her groin and could smell the excited man-odor of his body as he penetrated her. Their genitals were fusing slowly, his erect manhood sinking deep into her receptively absorbing little pussy-hole. Her cunt-walls were wrapped around him, a third of his cock buried in her pussy.
"I loathe you, you bastard," she gasped. But her body craved more of his prick. Her cunt was crawling with desire. Its heatedly pulsating walls massaged him brazenly. Her clitoris throbbed and trembled, hot blood pounding through its vessels. Even as she spoke, her buttocks were lifting off the carpet to grind her clitoral mound against him. Her words of hate were punctuated by staccato gasps of excitement.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I really like that tight little snatch of yours. You loath me but you love my cock, bitch!"
At least half of his prick was inside her now, its thickness forcing the lips of her cunt even further apart. A low, uncontrollable whine issued from her throat. Her lustful emotions were on display, exposed nakedly to the three men who made sport of her. Trying to choke back her sobs, she bit ashamedly at her lip.
But then Ross' patience ran out. He flung himself forward headlong, dropping all of his weight upon the sensuously squirming young woman. His cock sank to the hilt in the widespread mouth of her pussy. She couldn't hold back the moan of delight which his deeply plundering penetration wrenched from her lungs. But he was too lost in pleasure to pay it any attention.
Rhythmically, he rocked forward and back, fucking his prick deep up into her ecstatically accepting womb. She could feel its throbbing thickness spread her inner cuntal walls wider and wider. She clenched her teeth tightly together in a vain effort to keep from crying out with sensuous desire. But the sounds which bubbled within her found expression anyway. As her husband's probation officer fucked hard up between her wide-spread thighs, she began rising to meet his thrusts.
His hips churned as he worked his lust swollen fuck-tool in and out of her cunt. She could feel his heavy balls swinging forward on the in-stroke. The hair-covered sac which encased them slapped heavily at her upturned buttocks as her back arched to permit even deeper entry. She was a prisoner of her own desires now. All the will to resist was being heartlessly fucked out of her.
Her nostrils flared and her breath came in short gasping pants. She rolled her hips in a circle, bringing the plundering head of his cock into contact with every nook and cranny of her pussy. She felt it nudging at her cervix, sending a rollicking electric shock through her whole body. Oozing little rivulets of vaginal juice trickled down from the corners of her wide-stretched cunt lips, wetting her inner thighs and the carpet beneath her now shamelessly grinding asscheeks.
She felt her anus contracting as his prick rammed her pussy again and again. The climax which was building was going to be a wild one. It was the first time in a long, long time, since anything but her own finger or a vibrator had been inside her cunt. The flood which had been building was about to be unleashed.
Cooing softly, she twisted one of her hands free of the fingers which loosely encircled it. Then reaching between her body and that of the now heavily sweating man, she searched for the wildly dancing sac of his balls. It was sperm-filled and heavy, and covered with the warm, slippery moisture of her cuntal flow.
With passionate fingers, she stroked it. The testicles inside were like two large, well-oiled walnuts. She squeezed them gently, rolling them about in her fingertips so that the big man above her groaned in bestial satisfaction.
Then she realized that she had made a wrong move. Her touch was hastening his climax. He was going to cum before she was ready. Desperately, she ground her pleading young cunt up at him. She had to catch up. She had to climb faster. It was her only chance. And, goddamn it, she had earned it!
But it was too late!
With a victorious bellow of relief, her husband's probation officer's cock exploded inside her. Jetting bursts of jizm flew from its tip to mingle with her own freely flowing lubricants. The heat of it scalded her belly. His semen was thick and congealed. Each whirling spurt struck her like another knee in the groin. He was using her as a receptacle. A spittoon for his prick to spit in. Her orgasm was as far away as the North Star.
Her body growing suddenly cold, Maria lay limp while he pumped out the last of his obscene load into her disappointingly trembling cunt. When he was done, he rose slowly and refastened his pants. She could feel a river of male cum dripping from the well fucked opening up between her legs, but she didn't care now. She had never hated a man more in her whole life.
Ross quickly straightened his clothing. "That man of yours is one lucky con," he said. "Me and my men'll swear that all I did was examine you for drugs. And since I didn't find any, I'm letting you go this time. But if I get one more complaint, I'm running you in." He stopped to let his words sink in, and added, "Is that clear?"
Maria Brent just stared at him, her eyes blurred by tears of bitterness and hatred. "You just leave me alone," she muttered in despair. "I'm going to write my husband about this."
"You do that, and he won't ever get out," the man said laughing derisively. Then, without another word, he turned and headed for the door. When Simon stepped outside, his two assistants followed.
CV lay on the floor for a long time after they had gone. She felt dirty and despoiled. Her body was tense, all her nerves drawn taut. She felt as though she had climbed a mountain only to be stopped a few steps short of its summit.
Her cunt was sore from the pounding which Simon's cock had given it. There were juices dripping from inside her, and lingering heat which kept her pussy tingling uncomfortably. She had to was -- to bathe the obscene residue of his orgasm from her groin, and cool the steaming passion of her body. With effort, she dragged herself to her feet and headed inside, without dressing.
* * * * * *
Jimmy Brent's cock was stiff and erect. He moved his hand lovingly over its surface, making it throb to his softly stroking touch. A slippery drop of moisture was forming at its tip.
Shit, my mother is a good looking piece of ass!
He had noticed it before of course but he had never seen her get really fucked like he had just now!
When he woke up earlier, he had heard an angry masculine voice coming from out in the cabana in the backyard. At first he thought his father might have been released early, but as he listened more closely, he realized it wasn't his Dad's voice. Yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he got out of bed to dress and investigate.
He thought he heard the phrase "dope party," and instinctively stepped lightly as he approached the side of the cabana. He heard his mother say something, but she was speaking too softly for him to make out her words. Dropping to his knees, he peered around the corner for a look at what was going on. What he saw stopped him in his tracks!
There were three men talking to his mom. He recognized them as the Probation Officer and his gooney assistants. He had been warned to stay away from the bunch by some of the kids. And he had always tried to do so.
But they seemed to have some beef with his beautiful mother. The tow goons were holding her while the probation officer spoke to her angrily. They were tearing her clothes and pulling her to the floor. He wanted to do something to help her, but was frozen to the spot by his fear. Before he could react in any way, she was stripped completely nude. The goons were holding her down and the probation officer was standing before her.
His eyes widened as he stared at his mother's naked body. He had never realized how big and well-rounded her implants were. And those hips -- they were dynamite. He hardly noticed the three guys any more. Now his eyes were riveted to her cunt. It was so soft and hairy. Her body was turned so that her feet were pointing at him. When the men began pulling her ankles apart, her cunt winked erotically up at him. It looked all red and shiny -- like she was enjoying what they were doing!
The probation officer opened the front of his pants, and the youngster thought they might be getting ready to rape her. But the expression on her face, and the sounds she was making left him unsure. She didn't seem to be objecting. As the probation officer fell to his knees between her thighs, she sighed passionately. No, it didn't look like she needed any help!
Jimmy's prick was beginning to harden. As he shifted uncomfortably about, it protruded against the front of his jeans, throbbing with youthful sexual exuberance. Unconsciously, he reached down in his jeans and began to stroke it lightly.
When the probation officer moved over his naked mom, Jimmy gasped. But nobody heard him. As the burly man's prick slid slowly into his mother's pussy, the boy pulled more firmly on his now painfully swollen cock.
Ross rammed his cock all the way up inside now, and Jimmy could see his voluptuous young mother's body straining to fuck back at him. The sight of her writhing and moaning as the big man fucked her was almost more than the teenaged boy could bear. His body felt like it was on fire. His head was spinning drunkenly. His cock was so stiff he thought it might shatter. He heard himself moaning involuntarily.
Suddenly the kid's blood ran cold. God, what if they heard me? That fuckin' probation officer was liable to do anything. According to what he had heard, Ross would think of nothing of cracking his head with a club. He had to get out of there before they spotted him.
Moving as silently as he could, he rushed in the house to his room. Closing the door quietly, he sat on the side of his bed and tried to catch his breath. But his lungs just couldn't get enough oxygen.
The recollection of his mom's nakedly fucking body under that man haunted him. She was beautiful. The sexiest woman he had ever seen. Her tits were like melons. And her cunt was so juicy that it looked good enough to eat.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the vision of her lying naked on the floor while his dad's probation officer's huge, cum-bloated cock fucked deep up inside her hotly clasping cunt. He tried to imagine how it felt for the officer to have his mother's sweet, sweet pussy wrapped that tight around him. He closed his fingers tenderly around his prick and tried to duplicate the warmth which Ross must have felt.
Stopping for a moment, he held his fingers to his mouth and covered them with saliva. Slowly, he began rubbing it onto his adolescent prick. It felt good. He imagined himself fucking his mother's pussy with it. Quickly, he slipped out of his pants, got naked, to enjoy stroking himself off.
His eyelids pressed tightly together as his head filled with lustful fantasy. His hand moved up and down with a rhythmic steadily increasing tempo. His other hand cupped his scrotum, to heighten the auto-erotic pleasure. He thought of his sexy mom getting her big beautiful tits fucked off out in the backyard!
Chapter Four
Maria was walking through the house in a daze. She had just been brutally raped, yet there was nothing she could do about it. There was no one she could call on to help her, and no place she could turn for redress. Ross was her husband's only hope. And that made him immune from retribution.
What bothered her most, though, was her own state of mind. She hadn't felt like screaming for help anyway. She felt aroused, excited. As much as she hated Simon Ross for degrading and humiliating her the way he had, she had to admit he turned her on. His cock had fired a spark in her pussy, and the spark had fanned to flame, but he had failed by his own greed to extinguish the blaze.
She knew that her finger couldn't satisfy her this time. She had been too close. To close to pouring the fluids of her orgasm out all over a real man's deliciously fucking penis. Too close to having her pussy explode in cock-stuffed delight.
Now all she had coming was an icy cold shower. And deep down, Maria knew that wouldn't help much either. Lost in thought, she reached for the knob of her son's door to see if he was still in bed and pushed it open. He was sitting on the bed and Maria's eyes grew wide in sudden shock.
"Jimmy," she blurted out. "What are you doing?" But the answer was plain. For when she looked up, there he was - naked -- with his rigid young cock in his hand. Maria stopped in her tracks. For a moment she forgot that she, too, was naked.
Her son's cock was much smaller than Phil's or Simon Ross'. But it was almost six inches long! And it was hard and erect as nay man's. Speechless, she stared at it. Her lips were becoming dry. The sight of his penis was going to her head and her past thought of incest with Jimmy suddenly returned with a fury.
Jimmy just sat and looked at her, his hand frozen to the shaft of his prick. She could see his eyes sliding down over her nudity. They caressed the softness of her tits and lingered at the still moist slit of her pussy. Then they returned to her face.
The way he was looking at her made her all hot and tingly inside. She didn't understand it, but she was too aroused to ignore it. Inhaling deeply, she filled her lungs with air to make her tits stand high on her chest. She watched his cock twitch in his hand and knew why it did.
"Have you been jerking off?" she asked softly. Her voice was husky with wicked desire.
Jimmy nodded. "I saw you getting fucked by Simon Ross," he answered truthfully. "It got me all turned on and -- I liked watching it."
Maria, unable to stop, ran her hands seductively over her nakedness. "What did you like most?" she asked. Her fingertips were playing with a strand of her soft golden pussy hair.
"Looking at you," he answered simply, his voice cracking. "You're beautiful with all your clothes off." HIs hand was moving up and down on his penis again. His tongue flicked out repeatedly to moisten his parched young lips.
The effect that his mother's body was having on him was obvious. He was even more excited than Ross had been. It was a thrill to be so desired. Her cunt throbbed with sensuous longing.
"Touch me," she muttered. It sounded like a prayer. Walking over to the bed, she nudged his forehead with the point of her tit.
Jimmy's mouth dropped open. He was obviously shaken. Obviously unsure how to respond. He reached up timidly to place his fingertips on her taut tanned belly. But it wasn't what his desire-driven mother had in mind.
"Not there, silly," she whispered. "Here." Taking his hand, she guided it to the swollen curve of her breast. His fingers were trembling. "It's all right. I'm your own mother. You don't have to be ashamed."
Jimmy's hand closed over the softness of her tit. His movements were clumsy, and she wondered if it was the first time he had ever touched a girl there. Then she remembered the cum-tracks on his sheets.
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" she asked quietly. "Tell me the truth, baby."
"No," Jimmy said with conviction. "With girls, yes, but never a real woman."
"Well, I want you to make love to me now," Maria uttered softly. "I need it."
Jimmy let go of his prick to take both of her breasts in his hands. She felt her nipples hardening against the soft, youthful palms. It was good to have a young boy's hands on her. It made her feel even more a woman.
"Suck my nipples," she instructed, placing her hands on the back of his head. She urged him upward with gentle pressure on his scalp until his lips were gliding on their own over the softness of her again erotically trembling breasts. He didn't need much coaxing.
The centers of her aureolae discs stood out regally, inviting the caress of his lips and tongue. His awkwardness seemed to be passing rather quickly. He lapped circles around the erect little nubbins of pink, making her nipples even harder and more sensitive. She heard herself groaning as all the excitement she had felt at Simon Ross' brutal fucking of her began to return. When Jimmy's mouth closed over one ripe, luscious little nipple, she sighed with desire.
"OOOhhh, yesss," she hissed. "Lick me there." Her fingers were tangling in his hair. Her hips were rotating as she ground her pelvis forward.
The boy continued sucking at his mother's titties while his fingers explored her body. She felt him caressing the curves of her perfect tits, and expelled a long sibiliant breath through her teeth. Then he moved on to more erogenous areas.
As he went for her pussy with his fingers, hungrily, she reached for his cock. It was hard and pulsing when she captured it with her anxious fingers. There was only a sparse sprinkling of pubic hair at its base, and what there was of it was soft and downy. Playfully, she tugged at a strand. Then she returned to his twitching cock. A steady stream of cum was oozing from the slit at its tip. She spread it over the skin of the excitedly shimmering shaft.
Jimmy finger was plunging in the walls of her pussy, driving as deep as it could go into her hotly rolling depths. She ground her pelvis forward at him, burying his probing digit still deeper. Her swollen clitoris nudged at his knuckle. He began toying with it.
Withdrawing from the heated mouth of her pussy, he concentrated all his attention on the throbbing little clitty in her cunt. She felt him rolling it between his fingers, and jerking it slowly up and down. Within moments, uncontrolled gasps of pleasure were issuing from her lips. For a child he knew quite a lot, she dimly thought through her rapidly rising passion.
He teased and titillated at the tiny pleasure bud with a practiced hand. She felt her temperature rising. Now two fingers impaled her, driving deep into her pussy, scissoring apart and together as they went. She uttered a low, bestial whine.
"Fuck me," she mumbled mindlessly. "Fuck me with your fingers."
Her son's cock rhythm accelerated at her whispered command. His cock jerked spasmodically in her hand. She caressed it lovingly, cradling it like a bird in the softness of her plam and letting her fingertips run lovingly over its surface. She wondered how it would be to get fucked by her son's young cock.
Jimmy had brought both hands to her now wetly, quivering pussy. The fingers of one framed the delicious, feminine little hole in the center, while the others delved its warm and velvety depths. Now he skewered her with his fingers and toyed with her clitoris at the same time. The combination of stimuli robbed her completely of all her motherly reason.
His lips were back at her nipple -- nibbling, kissing, biting and caressing them. His tongue rolled freely over the sensitive skin of her tits. She bit her lip in an effort to keep from crying out. But all she managed to do was smother the sound, making it throaty and deep. Suddenly she wanted to feel his cock worming around deep up inside her shivering loins.
"Jimmy," she croaked hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to get on top of me and fuck your mother crazy."
At her words, his cock started throbbing again, and expanded in size alarmingly. For a moment she thought it might end right then and there with his prick spouting its cum out like a fountain of youth all over her hand. Desperately, she pinched its neck between her thumb and forefinger in an effort to staunch the torrent. It worked!
All of Jimmy's muscles had tensed as his body fought against the orgasm which had built inside of him. Gradually, he calmed. When he had himself together again, his mother sank flat on her back, legs spread wide, to the plush softness of the bed he was sitting on. Tugging at his prick, she pulled him on top of her.
Her erotically balloonish breasts squashed against his young chest as he lowered his weight onto her. Her nipples drilled hotly into his skin. She lifted her buttocks from the bed to grind her soft pubic fleece up against his juvenile, swollen balls. Her mound was steamy and wet. The softly curling hairs which upholstered it were plastered damply to her sensitive cuntflesh by Simon Ross' cum.
She teased at his smooth young crotchskin with those hairs of her pussy, buffing it up against him until he whined softly. She encircled him with her motherly arms, pulling his chest tight against her tits. She bumped and ground, struggling to work his hard-on up into the thin vertical mouth of her vaginal opening.
He was shorter than she, and her lips brushed against his forehead as he moved. He was so much younger. It was so deliciously wicked to be getting ready to be fucked by her very own child in his bed!
She could feel the head of his youthful prick jabbing impatiently against her crotch. It kept bumping the openly flared lips of her pussy, but couldn't seem to find its way in. Reaching between their bodies, she took it in her hand.
Jimmy sighed when his mother touched his cock again. His eyes were shut, his face contorted with emotion. As she manipulated his prick with her fingers, she watched him grimace with agonized delight. She played a moment longer before inserting her son's prick up between the lips of her excitedly spread pussy.
"There it is," she grunted. "Mommy's hot little pussy."
At first his cockhead stayed where she put it, bathing luxuriously in the wet heat of the tight little hole up between her thighs. Then, as though an electric cattle prod had been shoved up his ass, Jimmy rammed it forward. She felt it tunneling into her, aiming for the tip of her cervix.
But it stopped far short of the mark. His pubic bone had smacked tight against her, and she knew that he was sunk inside her as far as he could reach. She was beginning to wonder whether he was big enough to satisfy her after Ross. But just then he started to fuck her.
His hips undulated around in different directions as he threw his body forward and against her. His cock didn't go far up into her pussy-hole, but his almost hairless little pubic mound rubbed directly against her clit. He rocked forward and back, caressing the sensitive little nipple of her cunt with his hairless groin. He backed off until his cock nearly slipped from her opening, and then drove heavily downward again.
Maria grunted. Her clitoris vibrated like a violin string as his body pulled away from her. She arched her back in an effort to glue herself to him. But his groin remained just out of reach. Only his cock connected them for a brief instant. Its head was grasped tenuously in the now desperately suckling lips of her cunt. Then he fucked into her, once more, smashing into her clitoral titty and grinding his hips around between her widespread thighs for emphasis.
"Oh, yes, fuck my clitty," she sobbed. "Fuck it, my darling baby boy! Fuck it good!" Her eyes were glazed with a patina of lust. Mindlessly, she gazed up into his pubescent face. Her lips were soft and pliant, as she begged him for the fulfillment that Simon Ross had so cruelly denied her a short time ago.
This time when he fucked into her, he kissed her, his tongue snaking out to lick and tease at hers. She threw her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, clasping his young loins wetly against hers. She had him as far up inside her as he would go now and she wouldn't let him escape.
Their bodies rotated in opposite directions, her clitoris bumping and grinding hotly up against the softness of his hairless fifteen year old skin. He spiraled in one direction and then in the other, inscribing a circle inside her tightly grasping pussy walls with the head of his cock. She felt her cunt juicing furiously, the liquid copiously flowing out to wet the softly curling triangle of her pussy hairs to lubricate the contact between them.
He rubbed himself all around against her smooth gorgeous naked flesh while he fucked her, massaging her beautiful inflated tits with his chest as he fucked her cunt. A layer of warm, desire-slick seat was all that separated them. He lacked experience, but he made up for it in enthusiasm and creativity. She felt herself being buoyed up to a new level of excitement.
She could feel the shaft of his penis against the desperate, inwardly clenching walls of her cunt. The rubbery head rammed eagerly into her vaginal opening. But the stimulation of her clitoris overpowered that. The tiny little titty protruded completely from its sheltering sheath with nothing to protect it from the total sensation of feeling his cock against it. Each tingling contact lifted her even higher.
Mindless syllables of desire rippled from her throat as he naked body fused like molten metal with that of her son. Her hands moved over his back, her nails raking at his skin. She reached down to cup his thin young buttocks, pinching them in exuberant fingers. Her ankles locked in the small of his back as she ground her nakedness tightly up against him.
She felt an orgasm beginning deep inside of her pussy, and her first desire was to let it rip. But she forced herself to hold it back. She wanted to feel him explode up inside against the bottom of her belly from which he had come. She wanted to have him cum in her. It would be the most wickedly exciting experience she had ever had. And she could tell that it wouldn't be long.
A trickle of saliva was drooling from a corner of her little boy's mouth as his cock fucked her cunt. He was panting noisily, like a bull in rut.
"Mom! Oh, God, Mom!" he shouted suddenly, his cock hammering her pussy now, taking her with him. "This is it! Going to cuuuuummmm!"
With a mindless howl of bliss, Maria's first cock-induced orgasm in months began. Her son's followed immediately. His balls jerked and pumped together as he spewed out his youthful seed deep up into the snug receptacle of her forbidden snatch. Everything melted in the heat of the moment. Their paroxysms coincided as mother and son became one for an infinite second of time.
His cock continued spurting inside of her while her cunt anointed it in return with the sweetly flowing oils of her own passion-driven ecstasy. Everything else ceased to exist. The mutual orgasm was endless. It was overwhelming.
Even after her paroxysms had ceased, his cock still poured out its remaining cargo of semen into her womb. After the river stopped, the organ stayed hard and fully erect.
When they finished fucking, they just lay there, their bodies joined by his stiff young prick in her pussy. She could tell by the way it felt inside her that it wouldn't be long before both of them were ready for another long, sensuous bout of incestuous ecstasy.
My prayers had been answered, she thought dreamily as she stroked his semen-drained young balls tenderly, lovingly in her hand. Oh God, now I know I can last out the long, coming weeks until Phil gets out of prison! I've got my darling baby boy to take care of me, and that's all I need in the whole world!
Chapter Five
While her father watched in silence, Cerina, his married daughter, shook her shoulders and danced around the room in a lewd, pagan rhythm to make her naked tits swing from side to side. They were huge and gracefully rounded, making her short and otherwise petite body look erotically top heavy like a Jane Russell. There had been a time when she was still living at home when her father, Simon Ross, liked nothing better than to play with them. But lately he was getting harder and harder to arouse.
Tonight she had stripped for him, hoping that a combination of sexy music on the record-player and her teasing dancing would awaken him sexually. But now that she was fully naked, his cock was still only half-erect. She resolved to do whatever was necessary to get it up. It had been such a long time since he fucked her, and her own most-of-the-time traveling husband was lousy in bed.
Shaking her hips in rhythm to the African drumbeat that ran through the music which was playing, she ran her hands lightly over her nudity. Her nipples were rigid, breasts sticking out in front of her like a pair of huge, sun-ripened cantaloupes. She rubbed the flat of her palms over them, moving her hands around them in tight little circles. Then she took the taut tip between her thumbs and index fingers to twirl them back and forth. She thought she saw his limply relaxed rod stirring. Suggestively, she stared at his cock. Her tongue licked slowly at her lips, promising delight.
Cupping one of her own massive titties, she lifted it to her face. It was so big it almost touched her chin. She smiled erotically, giving her Dad a sexy wink. Then, bowing her head, she began licking at the swollen nipple.
The rubbery disc was so dark it looked almost brown. As her tongue glided over it, she could see it becoming even darker. She hoped that he performance was affecting her father's prick, because she was certainly exciting herself. She looked up to see him watching her, and glanced down once again at his groin. She couldn't be sure, but his cock seemed to have grown a little.
Pursing her lips, she drew the rigid nipple into her mouth. She sucked it noisily, deliberately filling his ears with her obscene slurping sounds. Then, turning slightly, she did the same to her other breast. As she sucked their sensitive centers, her fingertips wandered freely over the silken surfaces. They felt firm, in spite of her thirty years. She wished that her Dad would grab them and squeeze them for her.
The music had stopped, but Cerina went on moving without it. Her hips churned rhythmically, swinging forward and back. Her softly flowing pussy hairs waved in Ross' eyes, her cunt opening and closing as she ground her pelvis before him. It was a thin red gash between her thighs, completely covered by a thickly curling growth of shining black pussy hair. Little droplets of excitedly seeping vaginal fluid dotted the feminine fur, a monument to her own mounting excitement.
But her father didn't seem at all inclined to move. He was laying on his back, his head turned to face her, and he was making almost no response to her efforts to stimulate him. She did notice that one of his hands had strayed to his groin and that it was lightly stroking his cock up and down. But the movement seemed idle, almost unconscious. He still hadn't reached the level of excitement she was seeking.
She wasn't ready to give up, though. There were still a few tricks left in her bag. After all, she hadn't grown up in the same house with the man for seventeen years before she married without learning something about him.
Leaning back, she arched her pelvis forward. Her cunt reached out for him, beckoning hotly. She placed her hands on her hips and rotated her pussy slowly. Tensing the muscles of her abdomen, she made her cuntlips open and close like a small, sensuously bearded goldfish mouth blowing heated kisses of desire in his direction. His breathing seemed to deepen.
While he watched in fascination, she began rubbing her pussy with her hands. She knew that this would do it. It always turned her Daddy on. Her cuntlips blossomed open, revealing the wetness of her inner cuntwalls. Her tiny, nipplelike clitoris began to swell.
Slowly she inserted one of her fingers in the softly silkened little opening. She heard her hungrily gaping father gasp softly. Looking at him through half-closed eyes, she slid the probing digit deeper up inside. When her cunt had swallowed it up to the second knuckle, she moved her hand around up between her thighs in a lewd, teasing circle. She could feel her palm brushing heavily over the excitement of her clitoris. She could feel her fingers pressing tight against the soft-furred mound of her pubis.
She groaned softly, partially for his pleasure, and partially her own. Then she started finger-fucking herself in earnest. Her hand flashed as her hotly probing middle finger fucked salaciously in and out of her pussy. Her clitoris quivered uncontrollably with desire. She was good at finger fucking herself to cumming. She had been doing quite a lot of it lately, even when he wasn't watching.
Removing her finger from her openly throbbing little pussy-hole, she placed its tip on the now marble-sized bud of her clitty. She petted and stroked the tiny slippery pleasure bud while her burly father watched and pulled harder on his prick. Then she returned her finger to the tight little fuck-hole below! In and out she finger-fucked herself. In and out, until suddenly, a heatedly glistening sheen of cunt-juice coated her hand. With an obscene auto-erotic motion, her eyes lewd and narrowed, she rubbed the slippery wet liquid all around over her tits. When she bent to lick it off one of her nipples, her father groaned aloud.
She continued titillating herself as she moved closer to the bed. Then, while she probed her pussy with one hand she took his cock between the fingers of the other. Slowly, she stroked it up and down, spreading his seeping pre-cum all over its throbbing surface. Then she changed hands, smearing his cockjuice up inside her pussy with one while she rubbed the honeyed moisture of her cunt over his prick with the other. They sighed in melodic unison.
Simon's eyes were closed, his head turning slowly from side to side. Leaning over him, she licked at his chest. Cupping her tits in her hands, she brought the tips of them seductively against his. She felt his nipples hardening against hers. With an obscene little swaying motion, she trailed the center of her heavily hanging titties over his entire upper body.
Her tits caressed his armpits and his well-muscled shoulders. Her nipples left tingling trails of desire across his throat. She pressed one of them into his navel, rolling the flesh of them sensuously over his belly. Very lightly, she drew them both over his cock and his balls and trapped them between the soft, voluptuous flesh.
Simon's hips were churning, working his body up and down on the bed as his long thick cock fucked fast up between his daughter's breasts. She liked to see him like this. But she was also determined to make it last. So spreading his knees with her hands, she crept on the bed between them again. She would tease him for a moment longer.
Lowering her body, she pressed her tits lower against his crotch, smothering his cock even tighter in the shadowy valley between them. She heard him sigh with pleasure and felt her cunt becoming slick with the juices of desire. The more excited he became, the hotter it made her. Tonight was going to be special. The fun was just beginning.
She allowed her tits to roll softly over the softness of his scrotum. Her nipples teased his swollen balls. Her tits pressed against them like a pair of downy pillows. She felt a trickle of fluid running from his prick to wet the skin of her chest. Moving the upper part of her torso, she rubbed it back into the silky flesh of his cockhead with the nipples of her breasts. Then, again capturing his testicles between her soft, fleshy tits, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his swollen rod. He gasped again.
"Suck it, you little bitch," her father muttered.
Opening her mouth, she took the massive hardness up inside. It tasted pungent and all male, her father's flavor making her belly flutter with sexual hunger. She ran her tongue over its surface while she sucked lightly at its head.
She had straddled one of his muscular thighs and was rubbing her cunt against him as she sucked. Each sigh of pleasure which emanated from his throat turned her on a little more. Each throb of his penis in her mouth made her cunt twitch a little harder.
Moving her head up and down, she massaged the skin of his prick with her lips. At the same time, she sucked and licked at its head. Her actions were taking their toll on him. She could tell. His cock had grown even longer, and was pulsating with a rhythmic irregularity. She moved from side to side, rubbing her titties hotly, salaciously against his groin as his long thick hardness slid in and out of her mouth.
Her cunt was awash with the torrential river of her juices. Her tits tingled wildly with mushrooming excitement. The rigidity of his prick against her lips made her shudder all over. She sucked harder, laving her tongue faster and more anxiously against the muscles of his hugely burgeoning fuck-rod. She rolled her hips passionately, stroking his leg with the inner membranes of her superheated cunt.
An animalistic growl was coming from her throat. The thickness of his cock muffled it, but nothing could drown it out. She was a female in heat. Her body craved satisfaction; her cunt demanded fulfillment. She felt his cock tensing as it prepared to spit out its hotly heated desire. She knew that her own pussy would match its contractions jerk for jerk.
The friction was building. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. She lost sight of the line which separates agony from ecstasy and was hanging by her fingertips to the sweet pain of joy. Her cunt was crawling over him. Her clitoris slithered erotically against his sizzling skin.
She began to moan, a series of lascivious and obscene little sexual sounds to furnish background music for her lust.
"Mmmmmmm," she intoned. "Aaaaannggg! Oooouuhhhhh!" Then it started.
She tasted the piquant, mind-whirling flavor of his semen as it flooded her mouth and throat. She felt the rhythmic throbbing spasms of cock pumping hotly against her tongue. Her pussy went off like a rocket-burst of swirling flame filling her consciousness. She was cumming! He was cumming! They were cumming together!
It felt so wonderful. It felt so fine. She was coasting through zero-gravity space on a magic carpet of orgasm. She was soaring through the air on a sex wind which came from the pleasure center of the earth. She heard sensuous little gurgling sounds spilling from her Daddy's throat as his thickly bubbling load of cum spewed hotly out from his heavily throbbing hardness. For a moment, they were one and frantically they fucked on until all the tension had left them.
His cock was flaccid and her cunt had almost stopped throbbing when the telephone rang. She wished he would ignore it, but knew even before he jumped to his feet, pulling his cock from her lips, that he would not.
"Fuck!" she muttered angrily as he grabbed for the receiver.
"Probation Officer Ross," he said aloud. For a moment he listened impassively to the caller's voice. "Well, good. I'm on the way." Hanging up the phone, he turned to his married daughter. "I'm going to have to go." Offering no other explanation, he began to dress. "Better not wait for me. This may take all night."
Cerina sighed. Well, at least he had cum before the phone call. She had heard what people said about him chasing cunt all over Cranston Village Beach and deep down she knew it was true. Tonight, though, she would have nothing to worry about. After an orgasm like that, there couldn't be anything left for philandering.
Inside Simon Ross' pants, however, his cock was already beginning to stiffen at the thought of what lay ahead of him. . .
* * * * * *
Little Jimmy Brent moaned as Sally Joplin kissed him hotly on the lips. His hands felt hot and eager to roam over her sweet adolescent titties and pussy. But he was doing his best to remain passive, to let her take the lead. So far, it was working out pretty nicely indeed.
The fifteen-year-old boy had learned much from his mother the day before. The most important lesson had been that there was a world of difference between diddling a young girl and fucking a real full-grown woman.
Sally wasn't quite a woman yet. She was only in her early teens, but her body was fully developed. And from what he had heard about her, it was likely she had as much experience as lots of women. Besides, she was accessible. Very accessible.
Sally had a reputation for promiscuity -- a reputation which was well-deserved. It didn't take much to get her started, and once that was done, it took a great deal to make her stop. Some of the local boys called her "quick cunt" even to her face. She never seemed to mind it. In fact, some thought she was proud of the lewd nickname.
Jimmy had seen her around, but never really spoke to her before tonight. So when he called to ask her for a date, he wasn't sure that she's see him. But it was easy. Almost too easy.
"Oooooooh, Jimmy Brent," she had squealed over the phone. "I know who you are. Tina told me all about you. You're the one she gave her pussy to. And you're only fifteen. How exciting. What time should I pick you up?"
When she came for him in her dad's secretly borrowed car, he left everything up to her. It wasn't a mistake. Sally drove straight to Stinson Beach, Marin County's own lover's lane. Within moments, they were out on a beach blanket and she had thrown her arms around him and snaked her tongue down his throat.
"Oooooh, you kiss good," she said, coming up for air. "Are you sure you're only fifteen?" Jimmy nodded dumbly. "How'd you like to lick my titties?" she invited. He grinned.
Swiftly, she undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. Then she pulled the loose-fitting garment open. She wasn't wearing a bra and her titties popped right out at him. They weren't nearly as big as his mom's, but they were nice. Real nice. Her nipples were plump and round, like a pair of purple plums stuck on after her breasts had been molded. Her young, adolescent breasts themselves were firm and cone-shaped.
He reached for them with anxious fingers and began to caress their snowy softness. She cooed softly in his ear. Taking one of the firm-fleshed globes in his fingers, he twisted it gently. Her moans became louder. Sally giggled.
"That's nice," she said. "But I want you to kiss and lick them. Now be a good boy and do as I tell you."
Jimmy's cock twitched. So she wanted to be teacher. Well, that was all right. He could learn to be teacher's pet.
He began kissing little circles around the tiny, hotly quivering tips, his lips leaving a damp trail in their wake. The sounds of passion which she was making brought his prick to total erection. He felt it pressing painfully against the front of his pants. But he kept on kissing her, moving from one luscious titty to the other and then burying his face in the valley between.
"Now, you can suck them," she whispered after a moment.
Quickly he complied. He filled his mouth with the exotic softness of her erect and swollen nipple. Her sexual body smell was heady and sweet. As he rolled his tongue over the distended surface, the aroma of perspiration mingled with its sweetness. She was already hot.
He felt her hands moving toward his groin, stroking and petting, stroking and petting his rigid prick through the thick material of his pants. The suddenness of her approach made him gasp in excited surprise.
"Ooooo, you like that," she exclaimed. "You're already hard." She played with the throbbing organ for a minute and then said, "I want to see it. I'll just have to do it myself."
Her dark eyes flashed in the moonlight. With slender and experienced fingers, she began to work on his fly. In an instant it was open, his youthful cock exposed to the night air.
"Oooohh, you've really got a nice one. Just like my Uncle Bill's. Let's fuck, Jimmy Brent."
She sat straight up and Jimmy watched in surprise as she lifted her ass off the blanket and drew her long skirt up over her hips.
Her pussy was covered by the briefest wisp of material he had ever seen. It ws diaphanous yellow and so narrow he could see the top of her pussy-slit above its elastic band. He licked his lips lustfully as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled it off. Now her cunt was completely naked in all its softly furred glory.
His prick twitched excitedly as she slipped up over him to straddle his body. She at on his lap, facing him with her back to the sea. Unsure of what she had in mind, he busied himself with a nipple, sucking it wetly into his mouth. He could feel her hand moving in his lap, positioning his stiff cock the ay she wanted it.
Slowly she lowered her ass, burying his erectly growing length fully up inside her pussy. It felt all wet and sticky inside there. She had probably cum a few times already. He moaned softly as it slid into her, snuggling his prick in its warmth. Her juices were flowing freely, wetting his entire genital plane. Encircling her in his arms, he began pumping up at her.
"Ooohhhhh," she squealed. "Ooooooh, ooooohh, Oooohhhhhh!"
Her tongue hung out of her mouth to lick and lave at his ears. Her teeth gnawed at the skin of his neck. Her naked tits thrust out at him, jabbing insistently at the front of his throat.
He could tell her climax was approaching. His own was coming, too. With a muffled squeal, she announced it, "Oooooohhhh, I'm cumming! I'm cummminngg! Ahhh, NOWWWWW!"
He started to shoot at once. His cock swelled up and spit, filling her pussy with the lust-heated liquid of his adolescent young loins, and once it began, nothing could stop it. Not even the beam of light which suddenly pierced through the night to shine in his eyes. Not even the pounding foot steps running toward them on the sand. His uncontrollable young cock kept squirting its load in her belly, unable to do anything else. But his mind returned quickly to reality. He was in trouble. Big trouble.
Suddenly Sally Joplin opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw what was happening, she screamed and dove for her panties. Jimmy bound from the blanket, running swiftly off into the night, his frightened young feet pounding hard into the sand of the beach. . .
Chapter Six
Maria stumbled and almost fell as Officer Bobbie Joe Jensen shoved her roughly into the old barn building at the outskirts of town. She turned back to complain bitterly to him, but he was already walking out the door and locking it with a hasp from the outside. She was wild with anger and didn't have the slightest idea of what was going on, but she did know that this time that bastard Simon Ross had gone too far with his little games.
When Phil got out of prison, he would think of some way to get even with the man, even though Ross was going to be his probation officer. Phil had a lot of friends who could pick a casual barroom fight with Ross somewhere out of the county some night and really work him over. That would teach him a lesson.
She had been in the middle of taking a sunbath down on the beach when Ross' assistant had rudely interrupted her and asked her to come with him. When she asked what it was all about he had only muttered something about her son, Billy.
He had forced her to come with him and hadn't even given her time to change from her bikini and beach robe before he has her in the police car. She had tried to fight him, but he had been insistent about her coming immediately. She had finally decided it was useless to resist and had gotten into the car without further struggle.
She had no idea she was going to be held prisoner anywhere until the moment she heard the lock click on the outside of the barn door. But why here? Good Lord, if they were going to arrest her, they could have at least taken her to jail instead of locking her up out here in the middle of nowhere! Besides, she didn't even know if probation people could make legal arrests, but guessed so -- like a citizen's arrest, if nothing else.
She began to pace nervously like a tiger suddenly imprisoned in a too small cage. Except for a couple of wooden milking stools, the small barn was completely empty. She perched on the edge of one of them for a second and then got up to begin pacing again.
A moment later, she heard a key in the lock. She whirled in time to see Ross enter with Bobbie Joe right behind him. The assistant was sweating profusely, as though he had just finished exercising.
"Missus Brent," the burly man began. "This is it! I mean this is really it. I got a county wide alert out on your kid, Billy, and you are in more trouble than you know." Turning to his assistant, he said, "Go frisk her, nobody can hear her scream in here."
The officer's eyes gleamed as he stepped forward. "Turn and face the wall," he said, placing his hands on Maria's shoulders. But she had taken all she was going to take. Lashing out at him with her nails, she scratched him across the face. Bobbie Joe looked surprised.
"You keep your filthy hands off me," she demanded. She was enraged.
Simon Ross was on her in a flash, grabbing both her wrists in one of his powerful hands. He slapped her hard across the mouth, bring the taste of blood on her tongue. Then he shoved he back against the wall. "Stand up on that milking stool," he commanded. He obviously wasn't kidding around. Numbly, she complied.
The probation officer took a length of rope from the wall and tied it tight around her wrists. She tried to stifle a gasp of pain, but didn't quite make it. Lifting her hands high above her head, he slid the rope over a peg which protruded from the wall. Maria had to stand on her toes to keep from hanging by the painfully constricting rope binding her hands.
"Now frisk her like I said," he told Bobbie, stepping back to lean against an empty cow stall.
When Jenson put his hands on her hips, there was nothing she could do. Her arms were stretched high over her head. Every muscle in her body ached with tension. It took all her concentration to keep from sobbing aloud, but she was determined to deprive Ross of the satisfaction of seeing her weep. Grimly, she bit her lip as his assistant patted up and down over her full, sensuous curves.
She felt his hands travel slowly up over her abdomen, his fingers moving from side to side as though he were checking for concealed weapons. When he came to the swell of her breasts, he hesitated and took a deep breath. Then, grinning, he cupped each one through the robe she was wearing using both his hungry hands to knead and squeeze them.
She felt him running his palms over the softness of her titties, his fingertips paying particular attention to the rising buds of her nipples. She wanted to spit in his face, but instead, tried to hold her temper. He rubbed and stroked the softness of her breasts under the skimpy bikini top for much longer than was necessary. Then he ran his hands around to her back and felt all over.
He cupped and pinched her buttocks, hurting her tender skin. He even ran a finger into the valley between them to probe through the folds of her beach robe and thin bikini bottom at her anus. She almost screamed from the shock. When his fingers finished traveling coarsely over the silken skin of her calves and thighs, he turned to face his boss.
"Can't find no guns or nothing," he said. He sounded almost disappointed. "What should I do now?"
Simon Ross sneered. "Never know with these convict-loving bitches," he said contemptuously. "They're liable to pick up all kinds of tricks from their con husbands. Better check her pussy for razor blades."
Bobbie Joe giggled softly at the command. Then he turned to execute it. When Maria realized he was serious, she tried to kick him. But when she swung her leg forward, she lost her balance and toppled from the milking stool. She hung there helpless. The rope jerked at her wrists until she thought she would pass out.
Ross just looked at her for a moment, then he stepped forward. With a hand which roamed intimately over the curves of her tits, he steadied her and guided her back onto the stool. Without warning, he tore open the front of the robe, ripping the garment from her. Within seconds nothing remained of it or her bikini. She was striped totally nude and vulnerable to their lecherous eyes.
"If you give me any more trouble," Ross threatened, "I'm gonna take that stool away." Speaking to Bobbie Joe, he said, "Now do like I told you. Make her spread her legs and search her cunt."
Maria looked down with cold hate blazing in her eyes s Bobbie Joe Jensen approached her again. She could see her tits rising and falling with the effort of her breathing. She could feel her knees trembling with the strain of keeping her balance. Her cunt hole was a hair-ringed little bull's-eye for the lecherous cop. He zeroed in on it with his eager fingers shaking.
She looked down and, wide-eyed and helpless, watched him spread her cuntlips apart with his thumbs. He pressed them a little too far and it was slightly uncomfortable. Bringing his face close to the softly furred opening, he peered up inside, squinting through one lust-lidded eye. He stiffened one index finger and wormed it salaciously up inside her pussy.
At first, her cunt walls were slightly dry and unyielding as she tensed in silent protest at the indignity which she was being forced to endure. But as he rotated his finger slowly around an moved it in and out, she began to feel them dampen. She cursed the instinctive reaction of her treacherous young pussy at first, but then was grateful for the soothing lubrication it offered.
The officer amused himself with her nakedly spread little cunt-hole, fucking it slowly with his stiffened finger. He looked like he was starting to drool. She was beginning to get dizzy. He added a second finger to the first and scissored them slowly apart and then back together again several times up inside her. Her pussy grew even wetter. She could feel the tip of his thumb teasing unwittingly against the nipple of her clitoris and became horrifically aware of the tiny cunt-titty's gradual growth to erection. Bobbie Joe slipped his now slickly coated finger from up between her thighs to turn and face his boss, she almost groaned at the loss.
She hated herself almost s much as she hated the two gross, crude men. She was getting turned on in spite of her humiliation of being stripped naked before them and treated like a whore off the streets. It seemed to happen every time Simon Ross abused her this way. What was she that she allowed it to happen to her? Was she nothing more than one big walking cunt with arms and legs? A strangled sob escaped from her lips at the horrible thought.
"Nothing in there, chief," Bobbie Joe reported. "But that hot little snatch of hers is getting mighty wet."
"What I figured," Ross said, matter-of-factly. "She's a hot-twatted little bitch. Now, let's turn her around." He stepped forward to help his assistant. Together they lifted her roped-together wrists off the peg and pulled her down from the stool. The they set her down on it and let her hands drop. She tried rubbing them together to restore circulation, but all she could get from them was a numb little tingling sensation. There was a throbbing ache in her wrists from the way in which she had been hanging.
Ross let her be for a moment, and then barked, "Turn your naked little ass around and face the wall!"
Dumbly, Maria complied. Her body hurt and her face was flushed with the shame of what she had to do. But she knew that they could make her suffer even more any time they wanted, and some instinct led her to avoid further pain. At least this way she wouldn't have to look them in the eye.
Before she realized what was happening, Ross grabbed her wrists once again and, lifting her as though she were a feather, hung her wrists once again over the peg on the barn wall. A burning sensation shot through her arms, from her shoulders to the tips of her fingers. She moaned aloud. She heard the two men moving behind her, but lost track of them as she clung tenaciously to consciousness. She heard the probation officer say, "Okay, Bobbie Joe, take a good look up inside her tight little asshole. No telling what she's got hidden up in there."
Involuntarily, she clenched her buttocks together. This she couldn't allow. Not her rectum! It was too intimate. Too personal. It was the only part of her body which they hadn't yet violated. She had to keep them out of it!
When she felt Bobbie Joe's hands on her naked buttocks, she swung her hips to shake him off. Her thighs were quivering with the strain of keeping her tenuous balance on the milk stool, but she somehow managed to keep her buttocks squeezed tightly together. He couldn't touch her there! Oh God, she just couldn't let him!
Then Simon Ross stepped up again and kicked the wooden stool out from under her toes. She swung heavily from the rope. It cut mercilessly into her skin.
"Uuuuuuuhhhh," she moaned.
Within moments, the pain had tranquilized her. She just dangled helplessly, no longer kicking or resisting. Through the blanket of agony which shrouded her brain, she heard the two men laughing at her limply hanging form. She had never felt so naked and humiliated in her whole life. . . not even the last time Simon Ross had fucked her in her own backyard with his two bug-eyed henchmen looking on . . .
"Oohhhh, pleeasssse," she whimpered softly. "Hurts. . .so. . .much."
Finally Simon pushed the milk stool against the wall. Desperately she groped for it with her feet. But it was way off to her left. She could barely touch it with the toes of one foot. Her other clawed in vain for a toehold in the wall. Her weight still hung from the rope.
Ross watched her struggle for a while and then nudged a second stool against the wall. This one was placed to the right of her, about four feet from the other. It took her foot a moment to find it. When she did, she found that she could get her weight up off the rope only by balancing herself between the two wooden stools. The position left her totally helpless. Her legs were splayed wide apart, forming a large, upside-down V. At its peak was the now nakedly spread little circle of her anus.
She realized that her asshole was totally unprotected, and the thought made her cringe with fear and horror. There was nothing to stop him now. Nothing to preserve the sanctity of her anus. He could have his way with her in whatever perverse manner he chose. There wasn't a thing she cold do about it. She was no better off than a helpless slave girl being abused at will by her master.
"Let's get on with it," Ross said to Bobbie Joe. "See what she's got hidden up her snooty little ass."
The assistant jumped to comply, pinching her cheeks between his thumbs and forefingers until she moaned involuntarily. He pulled them apart wider to stare intently at the brownly puckered lips of her anus. She could feel his obscene gaze upon her, soiling her most private little hole with its undisguised hunger. He was so close and breathing so heavily that she could feel his hot breath waft over the tiny brown mouth.
"Can't see nothing," Bobbie Joe complained. "Closed up tighter than a drum."
"Well, stick a finger up in it," Ross ordered. "She won't mind it. Not once you get started." His words stung her like a slap in the face.
She felt the assistant's fingertip probing at the self-protective tightness of her anal sphincter muscle. He didn't care whether he hurt her or not. She tried not to whimper as he screwed the stubby digit into her asshole, but the sound came in spite of her resolve. He buried his finger to the second swollen knuckle and rotated it slowly around in the tightly clenching passage.
She tried to squirm away, but almost lost her balance and fell from the two wide apart milk stools. Gingerly, she transferred her weight from one toe to the other.
Her anal muscles were beginning to adapt to the intruding finger, loosening slightly. The fit was still snug, but it didn't hurt quite as much. Bobbie Joe cackled when he realized it too. "Getting to like it," he announced. "Little hole's sucking at it, asking for more." He wormed his finger deeper, not stopping until his palm was pressed flat up against her nakedly spread buttocks. His other hand reached up to cup and fondle the moist-lipped opening of her cunt.
"Her asshole still looks too tight to me," Ross said. "How'm I ever going to get my cock up in there to fuck it?"
His words made Maria's blood run cold. She wanted to jump forward, pull away from Bobbie Joe's finger, but she remembered how it felt to hang from the cruel chaff of the ropes. Biting her lip, she forced herself to accept whatever was coming.
"Better grease it up," Ross said in a casual tone of voice. "Lick it all nice and slippery for me."
Bobbie Joe immediately pulled his finger from her ass. She felt the tight little lips of the suddenly vacated little hole gape open for a minute, flooding her inner rectal walls with cool, damp air. Then she felt his mouth pressing lightly against it. The tip of his tongue swirled around to wet the outer edges of her anal lips while his hands gripped the roundly indented curves of her hips to hold her in place.
"What does it taste like?" Ross asked.
Bobbie Joe cackled again. "Like warm, buttery honey," he answered. Hungrily, he returned to the small fleshy opening, this time slithering his tongue tip inside it. She felt the lingual probe exploring hotly at her inner rectal depths, and for a fleeting instant ground back against him. Her whole body was starting to blaze and her cunt was suddenly flowing freely.
Bobbie Joe licked at the tight brown opening with the broad flatness of his tongue and then wormed it up inside her once more with its thin pink tip. She felt her ass-cheek muscles relaxing around his face, her rectal walls softening before the animalistic tongue-lashing and she fought desperately to hold back a faint groan of uncontrollable pleasure.
"All right," Ross said. His words were clipped. "She looks ready. Leave her to me. . .her asshole is mine."
"Want me to go outside?" Bobbie Joe asked, stepping away from her.
"What for?" his boss said. "You can stay and watch her get it fucked to her married little ass if you want to. Might learn something."
The dispassionate coldness in his tone made her cringe. Was she nothing than a whore hanging there on a hook to be used a she willed? She wanted to scream and curse at them. But she was already too far gone from the rectal tonguing she had just received. When Ross' fingers began sliding sensuously over the skin of her buttocks, it was all she could do to keep from fainting with sick desire.
She heard the rasp of his zipper as he slipped out of his pants. She tried to look back over her shoulder at him, but the movement brought a twinge of pain to her neck. She remembered his huge, elephant-like cock, and shuddered at the thought of it stuffed up into her virginal little asshole! But the shudder was not from fear alone.
She closed her eyes and tried to banish from her mind the lewd images which were flickering through it. But when she felt the tip of his prick brushing over the nudity of her asscheeks, she saw it all in lurid detail. His hands would pull her buttocks apart while his blunt-nosed prick rammed deep into her anus. She hated him for what he was doing. But she couldn't wait for him to start. Her asshole was throbbing in treacherous anticipation.
Simon held his long naked prick in his hand, sliding it up and down in the moist channel between her buttocks. Her rectal-hole was turning ouward, flowering slowly open in lewd invitation. He probed delicately at it with the moisture-tipped head of his cock. Then, with a hunch of his hips, he buried its pointed nose straight up into the tight rubbery heat of her asshole.
Maria drew her breath in sharply, wincing at the pain of his penetration. His cock was even bigger than she remembered. She was sure it would tear her asunder as it reamed its way deeper and deeper inside her. But amazingly, her tongue-fucked and slickened asshole managed to accept it. He inched inward with short, jabbing thrusts of his pelvis, hesitating after each plunging stab to allow the tight little opening to stretch wider and adapt itself to his lewd fucking of it.
Every movement that he made brought another wave of pain searing through Maria's loins. She wanted to pull away from him -- to lift her body by means of the wall peg to which she was tied. But there was a perverse kind of pleasure in it, too. She was being taken in the most brutal kind of way. And her body seemed to glory in it, as though it was a role which she had been perversely created to play.
When at last, his groin smacked heavily up against her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks, she ground back just the slightest bit. She felt the rope bite into the smooth skin of her wrists, but the sensation was overpowered by the tearing, agonizing pleasure of his penetration. He was in all the way now. There was nothing more he could do to her.
She was trying to keep from screaming out in depraved delight, but she was losing the battle. While he skewered hard up into her anus with his cock, one of his hands reached around to finger and tease at her pussy. His touch was almost tender. She felt a fingertip slithering through the slipperiness of her cunt and then tweaking the sensitive little button of her clitoris. She groaned aloud and twisting her asscheeks lewdly back against him almost lost her balance. She could feel the wiry pad of hair which covered his loins scouring up between her wide-split buttocks and deliberately, obscenely, she rotated her ass salaciously back against it.
She was helplessly trussed, her arms pulled tight over her head and her legs spread wide apart to open both of the tight little holes up between her thighs to him. Her involuntary submission freed her guilt. She remembered the old proverb: When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it! Somehow, she managed to banish all rational thought to a deeply hidden cavern of her mid and she gave herself completely, irrevocably, over to lust.
"Bobbie Joe, kick them stools away."
In a daze, his assistant rushed to comply. Maria felt a rush of terror as she realized there would be nothing to keep her arms from feeling the excruciating pain any more. But the sensuous cravings which were mounting in the pit of her belly made her forget all her fear. It wouldn't matter if she died at the moment -- so long as she died cumming and happy.
She struggled to wrap her legs around him behind her, but her position made it impossible. His cock was swelling inside her anus, stretching the fleshy, tightly clinging membranes even further. And she loved it! Oh, God, how she loved it now!
His fingertip was flicking hotly at her clitoris, making her squirm with mounting passion. Each twisting movement of her ass drove his lust-hardened cock even deeper in her screaming belly. Her cunt was like a steam valve which was opened full blast. The heated liquid of her passion rushed from it, trailing down the insides of her thighs to make her slippery and we all over. But she hardly noticed.
Her clitoris was bigger and harder than it had ever been before. His fingers were playing at it like a finely tuned violin. As he fingered the hotly swollen little button, he simultaneously rubbed and stroked the lips of her pussy. Skillfully he manipulated her until she jerked and twitched about on his heavily impaling rod like a stick puppet. She could feel the thickness of him grinding around deep up in her ecstatically roiling ass channel as he prepared to spurt out his impatiently waiting store of jism into her tightly clenched rectum. She was riding with him, bucking and rolling willingly before the slickly pistoning onslaught of his steel-hard cock.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiyyyyyy," she wailed as her passionate feminine orgasm began. She dropped down onto his cock and then pulled herself off it again, ignoring the ache in her shoulders. She stroked his turgid rod with the lips of her tightly clenched anus, milking jet after jet of hotly searing semen from its tip. She sighed and she sobbed. She howled like a wild banshee in the night and suddenly let a heatedly cascading river of cum-juice roll from the lips of her cunt. His hand was covered in it. Some flowed back to coat the base of his still heavily jerking rod sunk deep up inside her wildly exploding bowels.
For a moment, they were lovers, sharing the ecstasy of mutual orgasm. It was glorious. It was stupendous. It was better than anything she could ever remember. . .
"Not a bad piece of ass, after all. Bobbie Joe, why don't you take a turn while I go looking for Len. Don't think he'd want to miss this."
She groaned once as Bobbie Joe fucked deep up inside her already semen-slickened anal hole, but then the wild demons of passion took over again and once more she was screaming and creaming wildly for all the cock she could get. . .she wanted more. . more. . . more!
Chapter Seven
Phil Brent looked up from the floor he was waxing and polishing as Martha Nixon, the warden's wife, handed him a large cool glass of beer. It was against all regulations to give convicts alcohol, but no one would know in the privacy of the big house. She had requested his assignment as a houseboy in her home until his parole came through. He was now on minimum security and it was allowed by the prison regulations. It went against his grain to have to be nothing more than a domestic servant, but it was still a helluva lot easier than working out on the roads or something equally as bad. He drained his beer and mopped his forehead as he rose to his feet.
"Thanks, Missus Nixon," he said. "You're sure nice to me."
The older woman smiled at the handsome younger man. "I like you, Phil, and I'd like to do more for you. Any particular favors you need?" Her smile was seductive as she said it, and it demoted only one thing, but Phil could hardly believe it. She was a real aristocrat and looked the part in her demeanor and dress. Almost the Grace Kelly type, aloof, but with the kind of beauty and haughtiness a man would like to fuck the hell right out of her and make her scream and plead for more of the same.
"Y-you might find out for me from your husband the exact date I'm to be released," he said with uncertainty. He wasn't quite sure yet what her motives were, but he was so sick of this place he would have asked the devil to do that little favor for him. He knew he was to be released soon, but no definite date had been given him. And he was almost going out of his mind to see Maria and Jimmy again under normal circumstances.
The woman stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray on the coffee table and stared into the smoldering butt. The dim light of the afternoon sun threw deep and exotic shadows over the angular lines of her beautiful face. Her full tits rose and fell as she came to a decision. At last she looked up at him, her soft brown eyes lidded halfway.
"All right," she said deliberately. "I'll find out for you. On one condition. Fuck me -- then I'll find out."
At that instant, Phil thought about Maria. But he forced the image into his subconscious. He was too close now to receiving the information he needed. Too close to let notions of personal loyalty stand in the way.
He sighed. "Let's go," he said softly. "Let's go upstairs." He took her by the arm and led her toward the stairs.
In her bedroom, the warden's wife started to undress at once. "I knew you wanted to fuck me," she said as she unzipped the back of her tight-fitting dress. "And I knew it was just a matter of time. In a way, I'm glad it's happening. This is what I wanted all along." She peeled the thin garment over her shoulders and stepped out of it.
His cock was starting to stiffen. Martha was a beautiful woman. He tried to think of Maria as he stepped quickly out of his pants. . . .
* * * * * * *
Maria lay naked, flat on her stomach on her bed. Her legs were spread as far apart as they could go. Her face was buried in the pillow. Jimmy sat with a bowl of warm water and thick absorbent towel. Tenderly he spread her still softly trembling buttocks and bathed the aching little mouth of her anus. Maria was all bruised and sore down there. The inner membranes of her rectum were tender and abused. She tried not to think about the things which had been done to her, but the memories kept coming back.
After Simon Ross finished assfucking her, Bobbie Joe had taken a turn. His cock wasn't as thick as the probation officer's, and only half as long. But he used it brutally. He fucked her asshole repeatedly, jabbing its sensitive inner walls with his hard-on and not caring that her was really stretching her.
By the time he had finished with her, Len McColl was waiting in line. He, too, was uncaring and animalistic in the way he fucked her. While he forcibly sodomized her, the others stood around making jokes.
All the while she was hanging from the peg in the wall. The rope bit painfully into her wrists. Once in a while they put the milking stools under her feet so she could take her weight off the rope. But even when they did, they placed them so far apart that her body felt as though it was splitting right there at the groin.
After a while, Ross ordered his henchmen to turn her around so he could stick his cock in her pussy. It began to look like they would keep on raping her forever. She lost track of the number of times a man's cock spurted up inside her cunt or asshole that night, and she stopped counting the number of prayers she murmured for them to finish and end her misery.
When they brought her home this morning to dump her out at her door, she was more dead than alive. If Jimmy hadn't been home, she might have cut her wrists and ended it all right there and then. But her young son was tender and loving, insisting on bathing and treating her aching pussy and anus.
He kept blaming himself and begging her to let him take her away from there. He said there were lots of places in San Francisco where they could stay. But Maria was adamant. Phil would be out on parole soon and she wanted to be right there when that moment arrived.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned softly as Jimmy smoothed the moist hot towel over the lips of her tender swollen asshole.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked solicitously.
"No," she answered. "Simon Ross did that. Just don't rub so hard."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, bending to kiss the little opening. "Is that better?"
"Hhhhmmmm," she sighed. The touch of his lips upon her was soothing. Comforting. She was beginning to feel better. Careful of her aching muscles, she rolled over to look up at him. He was so young. He had so much ahead of him.
Jimmy stared at his mother's battered nudity, a look of guilty sympathy in his eyes. She saw him wince at the black and blue marks which speckled her titties. When he touched them, it was to heal rather than arouse.
But in spite of her recent gang-rape, Maria felt her nipples growing rigid. After the vicious brutality to which she had been subjected, the tenderness of his touch was a turn-on. She felt her aching pussy warming. An involuntary groan of pleasure issued softly from her throat.
Jimmy looked confused, as though he thought he recognized the sound but couldn't quite believe it. Dipping the towel into the bowl, he warmed it and wrung it out. Then he laid it lightly across the warm puffy mound of her pussy hairs. His mother sighed again.
She could feel the warmth of the compress saturating deep into the flesh of her cunt. It soothed the aching muscles and relaxed her tense and burning tissues. It made her more sensitive, bringing all her nerve-endings close to the surface of her skin. The slightest movement of his fingers stimulated her. Incredibly, she found desire returning to her loins.
Jimmy seemed to sense the change in her attitude. His touch on her pussy became less clinical and more affectionate. He was no longer patting the wounded area, he was petting it now.
She felt the sudden coolness of the air pass over her, making her swollen little clitoris tremble in lewd anticipation. Reaching down, she passed her hand lightly over it. Then she pulled back her knees to spread the soft, fur-fringed lips of her vaginal opening for him. She knew Jimmy could see right inside of it that way. She watched his cock jump and twitch.
Reaching for it, she held it lovingly in her fingers. Then Jimmy allowed her to pull him into position between her waiting spread thighs. His growing cock was just a fraction of an inch away from her pussy, but he was hesitant. He was obviously afraid of hurting her again after the way she had been fucked by all those guys last night.
Lifting her buttocks up off the mattress, Maria raised her cunt up at him. She was offering it for him to fuck and play with as much as he liked, for him to make love to -- for him to screw silly. Tugging at his pecker, she pulled its head against her now wetly moistened pussy hairs. Then, dropping her hands to her sides, she left him on his own.
For a moment, the youngster held back, kneeling obscenely up between his naked mother's legs. Then he pushed himself gently forward. When his prick began spreading the hair-rimmed flanges of her vagina, she moaned softly.
"Ooohhhh, Jimmy, baby. . . "
He froze in place, not moving in or pulling out. After an instant, he pushed it in a little further into his mother's waiting wetness. This time her whimper was of obvious pleasure.
"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, fuck me, my sweet baby boy. I need you more than ever. Fuck me good and help me forget the things that happened."
Jimmy needed no further encouragement. Throwing himself forward, he buried the entire length of his prick in her pussy in one stroke, rotating his hips slightly to screw it as deep up inside as he could.
She gasped at the sudden shock of it and bit her lip to bring the pain under control. But as he moved his penis in and out, the pain faded rapidly. Her cock-battered pussy was suffused in the soft warmth of pleasure.
She remained motionless, allowing him to do all the work. She could feel his cock fucking rhythmically up into her open cunt walls, its shaft barely making contact with the tender inner flesh which Simon Ross' and his henchmen's powerful pricks had stretched so painfully. But it was a comfort just having him in there.
She could feel his young pubis nudging against her again desire-swollen clitoris, and she fought the desire to rotate her hips beneath him. If she didn't move, the pain in her legs was bearable. She sighed hoarsely as he fucked her to a slow and easy plateau of shimmering pleasure.
Closing her eyes, she let the first wave of orgasm pass quiveringly over her. It came more as a relief than a wild ecstatic explosion. But it had a therapeutic effect. With each undulating rock of sexual climax, she felt her strength returning. When she was halfway into it, she felt like a woman again.
It was just at that point that her young son's prick began spurting into her. She felt him filling her with youthful sperm. She let it flow like a warm, soothing lotion through the injured convolutions of her hungrily devouring cunt.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and fused her nakedness up tight against him. It felt so good to be cumming with him. But she wished Phil was here with them to watch each other doing it together. . .
Chapter Eight
Maria was able to get word to her husband about the abuse that Simon Ross was delivering in her. Her husband had thought long and hard about how to get even, no, get Simon Ross gone as well. The answer lay in the much hinted relationship Simon had with his own daughter, Cerina. Prison guards talked and it had filtered down to the prisoners that Simon enjoyed his grown daughter in the lewdest possible way. Making that public would insure his departure from the job, probably the state!
Phil looked over at the huge black sitting beside him in the warden's car as they sped through the night. He had really thrown one into Martha Nixon last night. And he had not only talked her into getting him out, but, through her, had managed to bring Jocko Brown out with them. Brown was a former all-pro defensive tackle who was doing time for ripping a guy to pieces two days after the guy had spent three hours raping his wife. If he had caught the guy in the act, it would have been perfectly legal, but by not catching up to him for two days, then it became murder in the first degree, regardless of what the sonofabitch had done.
"Thanks for coming, Jocko. I appreciate the chance you're taking to help me. If we ever got caught, it could mean time in solitary," Phil said gratefully to the man. They had become good friends in prison, and Phil had promised that after he was paroled, he would do everything he could to get Jocko a new trial. With a new trial based on reduced charges, the chances were good that Jocko could be released on the time he had already served. A lawyer had already confirmed that it looked good.
"It's nothin' man. There's nothin' more those bastards can do to me that they haven't done already. Besides, I haven't had a good piece of cunt for so long. . fucking the living shit out of a lawman's personal property, that's the part I like. They been doing it to me for so long now, I think it's about time I got even."
Cerina Lane was lying on the living room couch stripped completely naked and reading an erotic novel. She had just finished taking a bath and enjoyed lying around without any clothes on. Besides, she could rub her hands all over her naked tits and pussy while she read. Her body craved attention and this was how she satisfied it.
Her husband, who was always on the road as a salesman, was a lousy little mouse-type lover who hardly ever touched her. Her father, Simon Ross, was always diddling with the convicts' wives that lived in the area. When he would drop over, he was most of the time too tired these days to give her a really good screw. This was downright frustrating for a cock-starved woman like her.
She was beginning to find infidelity to her father creeping into her dreams at night and into her daytime fantasies. Sometimes she thought about strange men fucking her when she read the erotic books. She'd be dressed in frilly night clothes and be lying on satin sheets while they touched and kissed her all over. She'd spread her legs willingly while they played with their lust-hardened pricks. She'd have magnificent fantasy orgasms while her fingers or a vibrator flashed hotly in and out the desire-swollen hole of her cunt.
Knowing it was hopeless, she swept her hand over the mound of her pelvis. The erotic book was making her hot. The instant her fingers touched her pussy hairs, her whole groin started tingling. She slid down further on the couch to open her legs wider.
She began cupping her huge breasts with her free hand while she continued fondling her cunt. Her body was becoming warm. Even warmer than the well heated air of the room. She could see her nipples hardening to quiver lewdly upward. She could feel them pucker with longing for touch. For male hands. For any hands! The room's heated air penetrated up inside her there. She started to fuck herself with her hand.
She was immersed so deeply in the pleasure of her autoerotic caress that she didn't hear the two masked men enter the room. But she felt a sudden chill as cool air followed them through the open door. She opened her eyes and gasped when she saw them. One was a black man -- tall and powerful looking. In one hand he held a knife. The other man held an 8mm sound movie camera!
For a moment her heart stopped. Fear clutched at her vitals. Fear of death. Or worse. Then suddenly she was ashamed. Her fingers were still buried in the slit of her pussy. Her hand was still cupped over the swell of her tits. Her eyes closed for a moment and then opened again. Reddening, she turned her face away.
She tried to cover herself with her hands, but realized the impossibility of the task. Finally she let them drop to the couch. She couldn't speak. She just looked at them dumbly. The white man turned the camera on her naked body and she heard it whir into action. The black, still pointing the knife menacingly at her, undid the buckle of his belt.
Cerina trembled. They had come to rape her. And there was no way to stop them. She felt her fingertips grow cold as she saw his massive black cock spring into view. Beneath it, his balls hung in a dark and furry purse. As he stepped out of his pants, they swung forward and backward like two hugely swaying balloons.
She felt her nipples aching with desire. He was going to fuck her. He was going to put that big brutal dick inside and fuck it in and out until her filled her belly with his lewdly flowing nigger cum. And it wouldn't be her fault. Her father could never blame her for it. She wasn't messing around, she was being raped.
"What do you want?" she croaked. Her voice was tense with excitement.
"Don't you know?" Jacko asked in a throaty masculine tone. Phil remained silent, his camera working to record it all.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, gesturing toward the knife.
"Not if you cooperate," he answered smiling ruthlessly, "and do a good job for the fuck film we're making."
"Are . . are you going to rape me?" she asked. Her whole body was trembling. Her skin was covered with gooseflesh.
"Get off the couch. We need room," was all he said. He branbdished the knife before her.
She stood up slowly, aware of her naked tits and buttocks. "You don't need that knife, you know," she said deliberately. "You saw me when you came in. I'm so hot, I'm crazy. I'll do anything you want. Just treat me gentle when you fuck me -- and make me cum!"
The white man with the camera smiled more broadly. Keeping it on her, he said, "Lead us to the bedroom." Jocko waved the knife at her again, but the menacing sneer was gone from his face. She was no longer afraid. As she walked, she felt his gaze upon her swing ass and moved it a little more sensuously to lure him on.
In the bedroom, she turned and reached for his penis, ignoring the knife he held. It no longer frightened her. "My, your cock is so big. Much bigger than my husband's or my father's. My father is the local probation officer, you know. You're going to be fucking a probation officer's daughter. But don't worry, I won't describe you to him. Not accurately, that is."
The man's cock throbbed in her hand, and she felt her pussy sizzle with heat. Placing the knife on the dresser, he led her to the bed.
"What would you like to do to my cock?" he asked her. The question brought a thrill to her womb.
"I'd like to suck it," she said, falling to her knees. "Can I suck it? Can I, please?"
"You want to suck my big black cock?" he taunted.
"Yessss," she hissed in answer. "I've always wanted to suck a big black cock."
Opening her mouth wide, she moved forward and closed it around the smooth, rubbery head. Her tongue swept over it, making audible little slurping noises. The sounds were turning her on even more. She felt liberated. The knife and the two men's felonious intention freed her to do anything she wanted. And it wasn't even cheating on her beloved father or her asshole husband.
She moved her head back and forth, taking the shiny black length of his hardness far back into her warm receptive throat. Her hands reached up to play with his balls, rolling them from finger to finger as she sucked him off. His chocolate colored prick tasted manly and powerful. She jabbed her tongue tip at the tiny cum-slit which bisected its head, lapping away the slippery little droplet that was forming there.
"I'm going to lick your black asshole," she moaned. She felt his prick twitch at her words. It felt good to turn a man on again. It excited her. Made her fel like a real woman.
"Lick it, you bitch," the black growled.
"Mmmmmm," she intoned. "I'm licking it. And it tastes so good." She filled her mouth with the masculine taste of him as she ran her tongue up and down over the visibly throbbing little circle. She hadn't been this aroused in months.
Stiffly, she inserted her tongue in the tight, rubbery opening. It was tight and elastic and stinky. But that excited her still more. She drove deeper, pushing it past the rubbery sphincter muscle and tasting of the mysterious spice of his rectum
"Mmmmmmph!" she mumbled up between his buttocks. "You taste so sexy. Let me be your white cunt."
"All right, white cunt," he said softly, drawing her to her feet and pushing her on the bed. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
Her cunt boiled over with excitement. "I'd like you to put your big cock in my ass! I'd like you to fuck me every way there is. I'd like you to bite my titties and leave marks for my daddy to see. I'd like to smear your nigger cum all over my belly and rub it in my hair." Suddenly a wistful gleam came in her eye. "I'd like you to tie me down to the bed and ravish me brutally."
The man seemed to like the idea. His eyes gleamed bright against his darkly handsome skin. He swept some panties off the top of her dresser and tore them into four strips. Then he moved toward her, reaching out to place his fingertips on her chest. Pushing gently, he shoved her backward onto the mattress as Phil's camera whirred on, capturing it all in both sight and sound.
Cerina spread herself for him, her wrists and ankles pointing to the four corners of the bed. Her breathing deepened as she felt him tying her with the pieces of her uselessly ripped panties. It was happening. Really happening. When he was finished tying her, she stood up and looked at her nudely spread body. His cock throbbed as she studied her tits. His cock throbbed as he studied her tits. Bending over her, he rubbed its now slightly dribbling tip against one of her nipples.
She crooned softly. He was turning her on with the gentle touch of his penis. He was massaging her titties with his cock and balls. She murmured, "Oooooooh, that feels so good. I wish daddy was more like you."
The black man's face lit up with a secret smile whose purpose confused her for a moment. Then the sensation of his caress wiped it from her mind.
He bent to press his mouth to her pussy, kissing it softly with lips that were pursed and wet. "Yessss," she sighed. "Oh, Lord, lick my hot little white pussy. I love it!"
She felt his tongue slide into her, wetting more the openly spread lips of her cunt. She felt her hips rising to him, yearning for still more of his handsome black body. She shoved her clitoris at him, whining when his tongue lashed it to erection.
"My clitty," she sobbed. "My cliiiityyeeee!" She was in sensual heaven. She wanted it never to end.
"Oh, God, fuck me now," she whispered lewdly. "Put your big black cock up in my cunt and fuck me crazy with it! Split me right up the middle with it!"
He assumed his position between her legs, slapping her cunt-trench with the underside of his mighty meat. She strained at her bonds, trying to throw herself up at him. His cock-head found her greedily waiting little fuck-mouth.
"Ooooooooh, yes," she moaned aloud. "It's in me now. Just the head. Just the tip. Deeper," she entreated. "Deeper. DEEPER! FUCK IT DEEPER!"
He fell forward, driving its whole length into her at once.
"Aaaaaahh, yesssss," she wailed. "It's all the way in. You big black cock is all the way up inside my hot twat! And it feeeeellllsssss sssooooo gooooood." She heaved her hips about, pushing her cunt up at him to grasp his cock's base in its fur-rimmed outer lips. "Suck my tits. Suck my tits."
He began to lick her nipples at once, as though he had been waiting for her to request it. Each time his tongue licked over one of her nipples, she sobbed in passion. As he laved the sensitived surfaces of her aureoles, her shout of pleasure grew louder.
He was shouting something. But his words didn't make any sense to her.
"I'm fucking her good now, Mister Probation Officer," he was saying toward the microphone on the camera. "And now that she'd had a REAL man, how's she ever going to go back to fucking you for fun?"
Cerina paid no attention. It didn't matter what he said, or what was on his mind. His prick was taking her on a marvelous trip. She wrapped her pusy around it and rode it wildly to glory. It was bigger and thicker than her father's. And he knew how to use it better, too.
She wanted to throw her arms and legs up around him, but the bonds held her tight. "Let me kiss you," she pleaded. When he lowered his head, she pressed her lips to his, holding him in a long lingering labial embrace. Her tongue snaked out to enter his mouth. Her teeth nibbled hungrily at his lips. She felt his thick balck penis skewering into her belly. She wanted to merge with him completely.
She felt an orgasm building inside her, and she struggled to hold it back. She wanted the fucking to go on forever. Every breath she took was a frantic scream of excitement. The room was filled with the sounds of her insatiable passion.
"I'm going to cum," she shouted at last. "Cum WITH me Cum IN me! Fill my cunt with your red-hot jizm!"
She ground her ass lewdly down against the heavily squeaking mattress as her climax began. She felt her body going out of control. Each inward thrust of his long, thickly plowing cock brought a wave of glistening ecstasy rolling across the plain of her nakedly squirming belly. She felt her emotion spill over, the joy of sexual fulfillment overflowing her.
His cock started to spray, painting the walls of her cunt with his heated black-man's semen. She howled like an animal as it started flowing into her. She could feel its warm, slippery heat bursting far up into her crazily exploding womb. She could feel its wetness greasing his strokes. It would be inside her forever -- arousing her, turning her on whenever she craved satisfaction in her future life.
"Oh, I feel you cumming in me," she told him. "So much. Soooo muuuuch!" She was half out of her mind with sexuality. Her brain spun, her body undulated. She heard thunder in her head. She saw flashes of silvery light zig-zagging across the room.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. And when it ended, another one began. Even after his cock had gone soft, he continued rocking against her, bringing rush after rush of pleasure to her groin. She gurgles and babbled incoherently until, exhausted, she fell back limp against the mattress.
"Oh my God," she said, "will I see you again? Tell me, when will I see you again?"
"Oh, don't worry, Missus Lane. If you got an 8mm movie projector around, you're going to be seeing a lot of me." Jocko smiled over at Phil and the still whirring camera as he pulled his cock from her still tightly gripping pussy to allow Phil to zoom in on the cum-drenched cunt hairs surrounding it up between her open thighs . . .
Chapter Nine
It was exactly thirty days later that Phil had walked from the prison into the open arms of his happily waiting wife. It had only been a week before that the blatant, hardcore stag film entitles "The Probation Officer's Daughter" had hit the stands of Cranston Village Beach's local adult book stores. Needless to say, it was an immediate sellout sensation in the small community. It had taken Simon Ross exactly three hours to flee the state and his henchmen had left for other offices as well.
That night Maria snuggled securely in her husband's arms. He was with her at last and she pressed her lips to his and kissed him warmly. With him lying at her side, there was nothing more for her to fear.
She could hear him breathing. She could feel his heartbeat reverberating against her chest as they embraced. They had already made love three times in the couple of hours since he came back. But her body still ached for him.
Rubbing herself against him like a kitten anxious to be stroked, she reached for his cock. It was soft and flexible, lying across his naked thigh like a sleeping snake. She moved her fingers slowly over its surface, thrilling to the little twitch it gave in response. Pressing her lips wetly to his skin, she kissed his throat and his chest.
He felt so big and muscular. It excited her just to touch him. Her moist lips caressed his nipple, nibbling lovingly at it. Her tongue swept out to glide across it. She loved tasting his manly body. She loved being with him. It made her feel safe and protected.
It would be easy to lie there forever, reveling in his gentleness and sympathy. But there was something he had to know. And the longer she put it off the harder it would be. She had to tell him about her and their son, Jimmy. She had to tell him now. Even if it meant taking the chance of losing him.
She kissed him again, trying to find the words. Trying to find a way to begin. Her fingers remained in contact with his cock. Her hand moved idly up and down. She could feel the heated blood of arousal pounding through his prick. It made her cunt begin to warm up all over again.
"Darling," she said softly. "You were away a long time."
"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. He was playing with her titties, rolling the nipples in his fingers. "Got a lot to make up for." He buried his face in the softness of her bosom.
She could feel him pressing his loins against her, pressing into her nudity with the semi-stiffness of his cock. She stroked it up and down, unable to resist the desire which billowed inside her. The lips of her cunt were parted in anticipation. This was getting more difficult every second.
"Darling, Ross, Len and Bobbie Joe weren't the only ones," she blurted suddenly, "who fucked me while you were in prison."
His whole body seemed to stiffen. Then he let his breath out very slowly. "I was no angle, either," he said at last, remembering the warden's wife.
But she had to go on. Her fingers tightened involuntarily around the shaft of his penis. "No," she said hastily. "Not just that. I mean. . . " she just couldn't say it, but then she did. "It was Jimmy who fucked me," she whispered finally, in a voice almost too soft to be heard.
She felt his prick jump in her hand. "Our son?" he asked , incredulously. His cock seemed to be getting harder. "Our fifteen year old boy?"
She started to cry. "There's no way to explain it," she whimpered. "It just happened."
"More than once?" he asked. His breathing was becoming labored, and there was a faint note of excitement in his voice.
"Yes. More than once. Several times."
His cock was suddenly thick and stone hard. She could feel its rising heat against her fingers. He rolled his hips to rub it against her. Then he whispered, "Tell me about it." His lips brushed lightly over her ear.
Maria's whole body was wrapped in a sudden sensuous chill. He wanted details! The story of their son fucking her was turning him on! She could feel the desire of his excitement coursing heavily through his lust-swollen hardness. She could sense the renewed urgency of his need. It made her pussy tingle in lewd delight.
The thought of describing her incestuous experiences of him filled her with wicked eroticism. Her body was shimmering with lust. She rolled her fingertips over the head of his prick as his hand cupped the mound of her cunt. They lay side by side touching each other's genitals. Her shame and embarrassment were fading.
"The first time," she whispered, "I caught him playing with his cock after he saw Simon Ross fuck me."
Phil exhaled heavily. Rubbing his scrotum lightly with the tips of her fingers, she continued. It was getting easier.
"His cock was so hard," she said. The memory was stimulating her. Her cunt felt Phil's fingers slipping inside it and she ground her pelvis up at him. For a moment she was silent as he probed and tickled the openly spread little mouth.
"I made him touch me," she murmured, speaking from the reverie itself. "His hands on my tits nearly drove me crazy." She stopped to place one of her husband's hands on her breast, writhing restlessly as he fondled it. "He put his finger in my cunt, just like you're doing."
Her husband's breath was coming in a long, low wheezing rasp now. His fingers scissored erotically inside of her. She could feel her juices bathing them. She could feel his knuckle brushing sensuously over the nipple of her pussy.
"He fingerfucked my cunt as though he had been fingering girl's pussies for years. he realllly got me turned on."
Phil was moaning aloud now, the sounds muffled by her tit in his mouth. As she stroked his loins, his hips moved up and down erratically. She had never seen him this excited. She wanted to tell him more. She wanted to tell him everything about their son fucking her!
"I was so worked up I nearly came in his hand," she whispered. "And he nearly spewed out his cum all over my fingers."
Phil's penis was throbbing. The hefty feel of it in her hand made her whine with passionate sex-hunger. But the vicarious thrill of her description kept her talking into his ear.
"Finally, I spread my legs wide and told him to get on top of me and fuck me," she breathed heavily.
"Hhhhhhhmmmmm," Phil keened. His ass was moving frantically, working his lust-hardened cock up and down in her grasp. "How did it feel?" he asked.
"His cock is shorter than yours, but its almost six inches, I swear. I can still feel it sliding in and out of my pussy. Ohhh, my pussy wanted him so bad, baby."
"Like this!" he asked breathlessly. He slipped two of his fingers up into her and moved them in and out in the desperate, rhythmless stroke of an inexperienced lover.
"Oooooooohhhhyesssss," she hissed. "Like that. . . just like that!" She felt his fingers sliding in only as far as the second knuckle. Then it pulled out again. Her cuntlips sucked inward and clutched at it, enfolding it in a moist, lustful little caress. Her clitoris was erect and pulsating now.
Phil's cock jumped about in her fingers. She knew that it was getting ready to spurt forth it's cum. She wanted to feel the jism striking her. She wanted to feel its heated viscosity on her skin. Jerking it with a quick little fucking motion, she aimed its tip at the firm tanned skin of her belly. It was already beginning to spasm.
"When he came up in my cunt," she whispered wheezingly, "I thought it would never stop flowing. He shot me full of his cum, baby! Shot mama a big fuckin' load!"
Her words drove him over the brink!
"Uuuuunnnhh!" he grunted as the first spurt jetted wildly out of his prick. "Oohh, yeaaaahh!"
She felt it wetting her belly and filling the crater of her navel. Although he had already cum inside her several times, the semen gushed from his cock in a seemingly endless torrent of fire. Hearing about her and Jimmy had refilled him with vitality. She couldn't wait to tell him about the other things they had done.
But she was finding it harder and harder to speak. It was all she could do to breathe. The words wouldn't form. She was climbing up the sheer wall of pre-climax. She was going to boil over. Any second. Any instant. Now!
She wailed as her pussy started to flow, wetting his rapidly sluicing fingers with its juice. At the sound of her passion peak, he rammed four fingers into her, their tips coming together to make a bluntly tapering cone. She gasped and sobbed, fighting for oxygen. She had reached a new peak, climbed to a height which she before she had never attained. It was glorious! It was magnificent!
When her cum was finally over, she felt truly fulfilled for the first time in months. She lay with her husband, holding him close to her hot body. When he kissed her, she met his eyes with her own.
Her confession hadn't damaged their relationship as she feared it might. Instead, it had strengthened it. She found herself wondering about the things he had done while away. I was no angel, he had said. Her cunt tingled at the thought of hearing about him fucking some other woman later.
Suddenly there was a knock outside the door, and she started with alarm.
"Don't worry, baby," Phil said, already on his feet to answer the door. "It's Jimmy. I sent him on an errand."
"Should I get dressed?" Maria asked him shyly.
"What for?" Phil answered with a lustful smile. "He's obviously already seen all you've got. And I bet he'll be happy to hear, he'll being seeing it some more."
When Jimmy entered the bedroom, he seemed embarrassed by the nudity of his mother and father. But his face maintained a serious expression.
"I got the champagne like you told me to, Dad," he said, his eyes unable to keep from roving over his beautiful mother's naked, still cum-splattered curves.
"That's a good boy, Son. Now, while I open the bottle for a little celebration for all of us, I want you to take off your clothes."
"Whaaa?" Jimmy started, not believing his ears. His father didn't sound like he was kidding. Had Mom told him about what they had been doing??!!
"That's right, Jimmy boy. I want you to show your dad some of the things you did for your mother while I was away. You know it takes a real man to look after things when his father's not around. No, go ahead, Jimmy. I want you both to pretend I'm not here and you're doing it just between the two of you. It makes it more exciting that way for the both of us."
Phil poured out a large glass of champagne for Maria and she drained it down happily as she watched their young fifteen-year-old son exuberantly strip his clothes away. In a moment, both of them were naked on the bed, mother and eager son, Phil sitting in the arm chair nearby with a glass of champagne in one hand, watching. With the other, he stroked idly up and down on his slowly rehardening cock. He knew that this was going to be the show of his life!
Maria began the incestuous session, reaching over to give her young son's penis a loving squeeze, feeling it leap to almost full rigidity at her first touch.
"Don't forget," she said coyly. "We're not supposed to know your father's watching us. It'll give him a bigger thrill that way."
She rolled over and buried her face in the youngster's almost hairless groin. His ample cock grew stiff and stone-hard as she straddled him upside down in the classic 69 position. She saw its smooth, burgeoning head shining as it instinctively reached for her lips. Stroking her tongue over it, she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
She felt his excited breath laving hotly against its eagerly puckering lips. Then he kissed it. She sighed as his lips made brushing contact with the sensitive flesh up between her thighs. It felt wonderful. Almost good enough to make her forget that Phil was excitedly watching. She fought desperately to restrain the urge to look up. She struggled to devote all her attention to the manly little cock which filled her mouth with the taste of adolescent young manhood. It wasn't hard to do!
Her lips closed around it, bathing its shaft with heated saliva. Her tongue swept over its surface. Through passion-slitted eyes, she saw his scrotum wrinkle and pull upward into his body. He moaned, his vibrating lips teasing her erotically quivering cunt-tit.
Jimmy had his lips around the delicate bud of her clitoris and was sucking it with a noisy slurping delight. Neither of them were thinking about their husband and father now. She ground her loins hotly around above him, wetting his entire face with the openly flaring lips of her cunt-hole. Now and then he wormed his tongue up through the softness of her blonde pussy-hairs and on up into the inwardly clenching well of her pussy walls.
She nipped teasingly on his cock, bringing a moan of pleasure mixed with slight pain from his lips. She teased at his sperm-filled young balls and anus with her fingernails. His body was soon beating a wild tattoo against the mattress, rising and falling to drive his virily hardened young cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel the smooth skin of his pubis grinding hard against her lips. She could taste the youthful flavor of pre-cum seeping from his mouth-fucking hardness!
Her hips rocked up to spread the lips of her cunt wider as she pressed it back tighter to Jimmy's lips. His toongue fucked noisily in and out of it, his mouth nibbling lightly on the nipple of her clitoris. She grunted and ground her pussy even harder down over his face, burying his nose deep up in the wetness of her openly flaring pussy-hole. His tongue was tightly between the now greedily devouring lips of her cunt.
Their love sounds were getting louder in a way that could never have been faked. She was humming aloud with pure, undisguised lust as his tongue skewered unceasingly up into her pussy. Jimmy was sobbing with pleasure as his cock grew bigger and the head of it popped repeatedly through the tight little tonsil-ring at the back of his mother's throat. They were approaching the point of no return!
And then suddenly, as Jimmy's jerking cock began spurting out its hotly spewing offering up into Maria's greedily working throat muscles and her own pussy exploded into wildly screaming orgasm, Phil could stand it no longer!
He leaped from his chair and moved to the side of the bed, stroking his lust-hardened cock as he went. A second later, the long powerful streams of his whitely bursting jizm were spurting out on the nakedness of his wife's rhythmically humping back as she ground out her own orgasm insanely down into the face of their fifteen year old son. Her hungrily devouring pussy lips locked tightly around his tongue as it drove desperately up inside her wildly shivering cunt.
Jesus Christ! Phil thought happily as the last spurt of his cum pooled wetly in the hollow of his wife's nakedly writhing back. It's gong to take one helluva lot to ever break this family up again. Ain't nobody got going what we've got!!
