"Psychoanalytic investigation teaches us that many, perhaps most children, at least the most gifted ones, go through a period beginning with the third year, which may be designated as the period of infantile sexual investigation ... The investigation directs itself to the question whence children come."
Thus Sigmund Freud in high-flown academic language tells us what every four year old-indeed, any three year old-knows. The two young protagonists of An Orgy For Mom could certainly tell us that children want to know where babies come from, and that they make every effort to find out. Our young heroes would also deny Freud's theory of the "latency period"-that is, the idea that from about five years of age to puberty children are not much interested in sex and make little effort to find out about it. Ron and Jon Worth, the fourteen-year-old boys featured in this novel, know better. But while their knowledge is perhaps more up-to-date than Freud's, the reader might not consider Ron and Jon "normal" children.
Ron and Jon are the products of a broken home, which in itself is not so unusual in modern America. What is "abnormal" about their childhood is the almost complete lack of guidance and discipline they received from their parents, so that the boys reach the age of fourteen with no clear-cut moral principles and no emotional or physical inhibitions. Many American children can, alas, be called "undisciplined" or "bratty," but Ron and Jon go beyond this. Working as a team, absolutely loyal to each other, they get into various kinds of mischief which would make the average parent shudder; and because they are adolescent boys, with all the developing instincts common to that age, most of their mischief involves sex.
How did they get that way? What factors produce the undisciplined and unruly youth of modern society? In general the experts agree that lack of firm parental guidance is the major cause. This is easily shown in the case of Ron and Jon Worth, whose mother abandoned them as infants, and whose father lacked the energy and courage to keep them in line. On the death of their father, the boys go to live with their mother, Trudy, who reaps the consequences of their formless unbringing. Trudy not only finds that the boys are unmanageable, she also discovers herself-much to her horror-helplessly slipping into an incestuous involvement with her own sons. What the boys need, and have always needed, is a strict and consistent father-figure in their lives, someone to pattern themselves after. It is only with the appearance of such a man that Trudy and her sons are saved from physical and emotional degradation.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Damn," muttered Trudy Worth as the 707 made its descent over Los Angeles, "damn, damn it all."
"I beg your pardon?" said the woman next to her.
Trudy blushed. She hadn't been aware that she was speaking her thoughts aloud. "Oh," she said lamely, "I just discovered a run in my stocking. Fine time for that to happen."
The woman smiled sympathetically, and Trudy turned away to look out the window at the smog-sheathed city. She hadn't wanted to come back here, hadn't wanted to interrupt her thriving career as a news reporter in New York. Above all, she did not want the burdens of motherhood. At forty she felt far too old and set in her ways for so abrupt a change. Yet there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Fourteen years earlier Trudy had divorced her husband, a dull man named Howard, leaving their twin sons with him so she could pursue her career. Now Howard was dead, and Trudy had to take the sons she hadn't seen in over a decade. She was very unhappy about it, but there was no one else to care for her boys.
Marriage and motherhood-the ideas seemed so foreign to her. Since her divorce, Trudy had scarcely dated any men, let alone thought of remarrying. She lived a solitary, independent life. That isn't to say that she never thought about sex or never needed it-on the contrary. It seemed to Trudy that her sexual needs grew stronger and more persistent with each passing year. This year, her fortieth, was the worst of all. She couldn't get to sleep at night till she'd relieved the nagging lust with her own hand, and although she was ashamed of masturbating, it was still better, she believed, than complicating her life with a love affair. Men had no place in her free-wheeling, adventurous life; they only held her back, took up too much of her time and energy. She had hoped to be free of traditional female responsibilities forever, but now this blow had come, Howard's death, saddling her with the care of twin teenage boys.
"Fuck," said Trudy.
"Oh, dear," said her fellow passenger, "don't take on like that. If it bothers you so much, I can lend you a pair of stockings."
Trudy stared at her, momentarily forgetting the lie she'd just told. "Oh," she said at last, "that's all right. I have another pair in my bag. I guess I'm just in a rotten mood."
"Well, traveling upsets everybody," said the woman. "Thank goodness we're landing now."
Trudy didn't share her relief. She had only a few hours of freedom left now. She left the plane, rented a car, and began the drive to the Los Angeles suburb where the twins were being cared for by a neighbor. As she drove, she recalled her long-ago marriage and wondered what had ever possessed her to marry in the first place. It was the only big mistake she'd ever made.
Trudy had been raised on a farm, remote from the nearest town, and had grown up without the company of other children. Only when she went away to college to become a teacher did she spend much time with her peers. Thus she was eighteen when she was exposed to the opposite sex for the first time. Boys both fascinated and frightened her. She didn't know how to act around them, but she felt a strange attraction to them which was very hard to resist. Sometimes, sitting in class, she would look at a handsome boy and feel an odd melting sensation in her loins, and the crotch of her panties would grow wet with her pussy juices. She didn't understand that this was sexual need. She hadn't even masturbated before, had never even been kissed. She didn't understand any of this until she met Howard.
Howard Worth was the same age as Trudy and was also studying to be a teacher. They became acquainted in their senior year of college, when both of them were twenty-two. Howard didn't scare Trudy like the other boys did. He seemed quite gentle and harmless, a tall, awkward man with thick horn-rimmed glasses who spoke barely above a whisper. Looking back, Trudy realized that Howard was more dangerous than all the other men, if only because he lulled her fears and was able to get close to her. Yet the process was so slow and gradual that she'd never felt any alarm.
Howard began by buying her lunch, then taking her to the movies, and before long Trudy was asking him up to her apartment after their dates. That was when the necking began. When they had been dating several weeks, it seemed only right that she should let Howard kiss her, and the kissing led to other things. Trudy could remember vividly how excited it made her when Howard used his tongue in her mouth, when he embraced her and made her big breasts go flat against his chest, when his thin hands wandered all over her body. She'd been easy then, because she was so dumb and innocent. She'd also been very horny. Everything Howard did to her seemed an incredible turn-on, although years later she realized that he was a lousy lover. When she was twenty-two, she simply hadn't known any better. She just followed the instincts of her body, instincts too powerful to resist.
One night she and Howard came back to her apartment after seeing a very sexy foreign movie which had gotten both of them hot. The kissing and fondling began almost at once, but this time it seemed more exciting than ever. Held tightly in Howard's arms, feeling his hands brush timidly over her breasts, Trudy almost fainted with lust. Her belly seemed to be on fire and her vagina leaked steady streams of hot cream, soaking the crotch of her panties. She didn't recognize this as a simple need to be fucked. She thought she was in love with Howard.
Presently Howard grew bold, bolder than he'd even been before, and started to unbutton her blouse. Trudy knew this was wrong, but she said nothing. She wanted him to do it, wicked or not. Her heart pounded as his thin fingers fumbled with the buttons, and when he stared admiringly at her white D-cup bra, she was actually proud. One thing she'd learned since coming to college was that she had exceptionally large breasts and that this fascinated boys. She was glad that she had something to attract Howard with. She discounted the beauty of her pert sun-tanned face, her glossy chestnut hair, and her long shapely legs. She felt rather homely, in fact, except for her tits. She could tell by the flushed, gawking expression on Howard's face that her breasts were really extraordinary.
"My goodness," he said awkwardly, "I had no idea you had such large-uh-" He broke off in embarrassment, and Trudy said nothing. She knew quite well what he meant, but she only smiled. Encouraged by her smile, he reached behind her, and Trudy felt his sweaty hands fumbling with the hook of her bra.
Again her conscience told her that it wasn't right for him to do that, and again her body answered that she wanted him to do it anyway. In the heat of her lust, she seemed totally without moral scruples. She sat there flushed and panting while Howard worked at the tight clasp, and at last he succeeded in unhooking her bra and drawing it off along with her blouse. Naked above the waist, free of restraint, Trudy gave a long sigh. Her great long melon-shaped breasts flowed heavily out of their confinement, pale and blue-veined and wonderfully ripe. Howard's eyes glittered behind his thick glasses. He stared and stared at her pale mountainous tits, for what seemed like minutes on end. Trudy was glad he was pleased, but she began to wonder if he was going to do anything else besides stare.
"Oh, wow," he said at last. "Wow."
Trudy almost laughed. It seemed ludicrous to get so excited over a pair of tits. She'd seen them every day for years when she took her bath, and she saw nothing to get excited about. What Trudy didn't understand was that her huge full, firm breasts were like something out of a horny adolescent fantasy. Howard, and millions of boys like him, had day-dreamed for years of fondling a pair of boobs like hers, enormously large and full and tight, each breast' as big as his head, great fistfuls of creamy soft tit flesh. Howard gawked blissfully at her ripe pale jugs with their big pretty pink nipples, hardly able to believe his luck. He'd known, of course, that Trudy was stacked, but she always wore such demure and bulky clothes that he'd had no idea her tits were that big. It was fantastic, like discovering a gold mine in your own yard.
At last he summoned the courage to reach out and place his sweaty nervous hands on her breasts. Trudy flinched a little and blushed-it was the first time a boy had ever touched her tits-but she didn't move away. She found his touch very exciting. Her cunt spat out another flood of cream and she felt it soaking right through her panties and into her skirt. Ordinarily she would have been embarrassed by this, but now she paid no attention. She was absorbed in Howard's clumsy fondling of her virginal breasts.
He blinked, sighed, and blushed as he increased the pressure of his hands on her soft hot flesh, gently squeezing and releasing the great doughy mounds of her tits. He eased his thumbs over the big strawberry-pink nipples and began to rub them hesitantly. The effect on Trudy was instant and sharp. She discovered that her nipples were extraordinarily sensitive to erotic stimulation. As Howard rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, a keen sensation of pleasure rippled through her whole body, and again her vagina gave a violent contraction and flooded out its juices. The back of her skirt was soaked now, and still more cream came running out as Howard played with her breasts. He and Trudy stared, mesmerized, as her bright pink nipples rose and swelled under his caressing thumbs, growing long and pointed and bumpy. When they were erect, they felt even more sensitive.
"Oh, my God, Howard," she said huskily, "that feels so good...."
Howard moaned and slumped forward, his weight pushing Trudy down on the sofa. She gasped, then gasped again as she felt something deliciously hot and wet and slick closing over her right nipple. Looking down, she saw that Howard was sucking her nipple like a baby, making a wet slurping noise, mouthing the bumpy flesh feverishly. At first she thought this was rather silly and naughty, but it felt so good that she soon decided not to protest. My God, it felt good. She sighed and relaxed, letting Howard lie warm and heavy on top of her, allowing him to suck her nipple until her whole lush body quivered with hot lust. He moved to the left nipple and sucked it, too, till Trudy was writhing and moaning with horniness. Still in her innocence, she didn't realize where all this was leading. She didn't understand that her hotly creaming pussy, her moans, her dizziness, signified the very basic need to be balled. She only knew that she was having incredible fun with Howard and that she didn't want it to stop.
After a very long time Howard raised his head from her huge heaving breasts. His hair was tousled, his glasses crooked on his nose, and her rosy nipples were wet with his saliva. He had a very strange expression on his face, a feverish boldness she'd never seen before. Always he was so timid and gentle and meek. He seemed like a stranger now, yet Trudy wasn't afraid. She felt bold and hot, too, She wondered what delicious thing he'd do to her next. At twenty-two, a virgin who hadn't even been kissed before, she hadn't the faintest idea what men and women did together, what lovemaking was all about, but she was eager to learn.
Seeing no sign of alarm or rejection on her face, Howard rose off her body, and kneeling beside her, very slowly slid his hands under her short skirt and up her creamy smooth thighs. Trudy waited, fascinated, to see what he intended. She felt his sweaty fingers brushing the pubic curls around the leg band of her panties, then easing farther up, till he had the waistband in his grasp. He looked at her intently, as if seeking the answer to some question, but Trudy didn't know what to say. She didn't know what he wanted. So she only smiled. Howard grinned happily and began to pull down her panties. For the third time her conscience shrieked a shrill No, but Trudy ignored it. Perhaps Howard was doing something slightly naughty, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun.
He tugged her soaked panties all the way down over her feet and tossed them onto the floor. Then he began to raise her skirt. Trudy felt pretty embarrassed to have him looking at her bare pelvis, especially at the small reddish-brown triangle of mons fur at the base of her belly. No one, not even her mother, had seen that part of her before. She felt she should tell him to stop, but she was too excited, too eager to learn what he was going to do next. She had waited twenty-two years to learn the mysteries and pleasures of sex, and she didn't intend to lose this chance. She closed her eyes and waited.
Howard raised her skirt to her waist and tucked it there, keeping it out of the way. Nothing happened for a long moment, and Trudy knew he was staring at her mons fluff. That embarrassed her, but if it pleased him, if it turned him on, then it was okay. She wanted him to have as much fun as she was having. Finally the sofa creaked under her as Howard moved, and she felt his hot moist breath on her belly. He buried his flushed sweaty face in her springy patch of mons curls, and even though she found this rather obscene and kinky, it felt nice. His fingers snuck through the fluffy curls, and she felt him gently prying apart the fleshy lips of her mons to uncover the tiny bright red bud of her clit. She was aware that her clitoris existed, for sometimes when washing herself she would accidentally touch it and feel a sharp sensation of pleasure. She just wasn't sure what that funny little red bump was for.
She soon found out. The small sensitive bud was teased with Howard's hot moist breath, and then he touched it with the very tip of his tongue, tickling and teasing it. "OH, GOD," moaned Trudy. Her body arched up sharply to meet his stiff tongue tip, her pussy gushed rivers of hot cream. The sharpest pleasure of her life shot through her pelvis, making her more violently horny than she'd dreamed possible. She realized now what her clit was for. It was the pleasure center of her body, the most sensitive organ she possessed. A man's touch there would instantly arouse her, making her wild to fuck. Howard proved this with his tongue. He eased his rough wet stiff tongue tip down along the slick shaft of her clit, circling and caressing the quivering little bud, until Trudy whimpered and writhed with pleasure. Her pussy juices poured out to puddle on the sofa, and she began to work her hips back and forth, matching the steady rhythm of his busy tongue. The pleasure was dizzying, making her almost faint with joy. If this was sex, she wanted a lot more of it, as much as she could get.
"Open your legs wider," Howard panted.
Trudy obeyed instantly, and she felt his tousled hair tickling her inner thighs as he dipped his head even lower. His tongue raced hot and slick down from her erect throbbing clit through the tender pink folds of her labia, snaking wickedly into the flooded mouth of her virgin vagina. She felt his stiff tongue tickling and worming its way steadily into her narrow hot cunt, and she wailed with pleasure. Faintly she heard her conscience telling her that this, too, was evil and wrong, but she couldn't bear to have him stop. She flung her legs as far apart as she could, letting one of them fall off the edge of the sofa and throwing the other up over the back, exposing her scarlet slit lewdly to the panting boy. Howard responded by planting his wet lips on the gushing mouth of her little cunt and sucking loudly, lewdly, eating her juices. Trudy screamed shrilly as violent pleasure rocked her lush young body. She had never dreamed that such joy could exist. She prayed that Howard would go on eating her, it felt so good, but then, to her great disappointment, he raised his head from her crotch.
Trudy blinked and looked up at him. He still had that feverish bold look on his face, and now his glasses were steamed over, his mouth and cheeks wet and sticky with her cream. He was grinning crazily, all his reserve and timidity gone. As Trudy watched, wide-eyed, he drew off his shirt, revealing a pale, narrow, hairless chest, and then began unbuckling his belt. Trudy swallowed hard in her excitement. She'd never seen a naked man before and had only the vaguest idea what male genitals looked like. She was eager to find out. As Howard lowered his pants, she watched intently, and what she saw was an enormous bulge in his Jockey shorts. These, too, he tugged down, with some difficulty, and out popped his long hard pale white cock, his hair-covered balls wagging behind it.
Trudy stared without shame. So that was how it looked. She hadn't expected it to be so big, so fat, so-well, ugly. The shaft was wormy-white with a tracery of small blue veins, and the circumcised tip was a vivid purple, fat and slick, with a tiny dark hole at the very end from which dribbled sticky white cream. His balls seemed hugely swollen, like great ripe sacs covered with bristly dark hair. For the first time, Trudy felt a little frightened. What if he tried to put that enormous thing into her body? Surely it would tear her in half.
Years later Trudy knew that in reality Howard had quite a small penis. That night, however, she'd thought it was monstrously large because she'd never seen another to compare it with. She stared and stared at it, while Howard grinned at her, obviously pleased with her admiration. Then, while she was still gawking at his erect pale prick, he knelt between her legs and touched the sticky wet head of his prick to the tiny soaked mouth of her virgin cunt.
"Howard, wait," she said, suddenly frightened.
"No," he moaned, lowering himself onto her, "let's do it. Oh, Jesus, I have to have it now. I can't wait." His hot sweaty naked body pressed against her, flattening her huge quivering tits, and she felt the sharp hard head of his erect cock poking insistently around her tender vulva. My God, she thought, this is it. He's going to do it to me.
She hadn't really intended to lose her virginity that night. She'd had vague ideas that a girl ought to save it for marriage. She was afraid it would hurt. None of these things held her back, however, because suddenly she was overcome with a lust so powerful that she didn't give a damn about anything else. She just had to find out what fucking was like, and every cell of her horny young body urged her to go all the way, to satisfy that strange urge which gripped her and made her cunt cream crazily. She kept her legs wide open, and Howard managed at last to find her tiny cunt mouth. She felt the fat pressure as his hard cock entered her and slowly pushed up her vagina, filling her with his hot swollen meat.
There was no pain, no fright, only the keenest pleasure she'd ever experienced. She was so horny, so soaked with cream, that even her very first fuck didn't hurt. His bloated dick felt marvelous in her hungry little hole, and as he pushed it in all the way to his balls, Trudy wailed her pleasure and embraced him tightly, slamming her hips against his.
"Oh, yes, Howard," she shrieked, "yes, it feels so good. Do it to me, do it to me. Oh, God, YES."
Howard was too excited to be gentle. He began working his fat cock back and forth in her juicy little hole very fast and violently. He panted loudly and moaned and whinnied as he dug and sawed in her wonderfully tight little cunt. His shaggy balls slapped sharply against her ass as he balled her, and even that bristly contact aroused her. Trudy arched her body up to meet his, and before a minute had passed she gave a shrill scream as she experienced her very first orgasm. She'd read a few books and knew what it was, but she'd never dreamed it could feel so good. There was no other joy to compare with it. She wailed and humped and convulsed as the powerful pleasure rocked her body. Howard was only seconds behind her. She heard him yelp, felt his hips begin to move with blinding speed, and then her womb was bathed in a heavy hot flood of cum. It occurred to her that she might get pregnant, but in her blissful climax she didn't care.
After that, Howard wouldn't leave her alone, nor did she want him to. All they could think about was fucking, and they did it several times a day. There was barely any time left for studying, but somehow they managed to graduate and earn their teaching certificates. Bound together by lust, they couldn't stand to be separated, and so they got married right after graduation. Trudy followed Howard to his first job, in Los Angeles, giving up her own career plans to be with him. Being a housewife bored her, however, and she was thinking seriously of going to work until she discovered that she was pregnant. When she was twenty-six she gave birth to identical twin sons, Ron and Jon. Before the babies were a year old she realized several things-that being a wife and mother bored her shitless, that she wasn't in love with Howard, and that she wanted to be free to pursue a career. Her marriage had been a terrible mistake. All she and Howard had in common was sexual attraction, and that was wearing off quickly. He agreed to a divorce, agreed to keep the children, and Trudy was free. She left L.A. and didn't return there for fourteen years.
Now Howard was dead of a heart attack, and her whole life was changed. Her sons were her responsibility, whether she liked it or not, and she definitely didn't like it.
CHAPTER TWO
"Boys," said Ada Montgomery, "here comes your mother. I HOPE."
Mrs. Montgomery, a neighbor who was watching Ron and Jon till their mother could retrieve them, was more than delighted to see the boys go. The fourteen-year-old twins were more than a handful, they were positive devils. In the three days since their father's death, they had eaten everything in her house, wrecked a considerable amount of furniture, and driven poor Mrs. Montgomery up the walls. She prayed that the strange woman coming up the front walk was their mother, Trudy Worth. If so, she didn't envy her.
Ron and Jon were lounging on the sofa, watching TV and eating enormous ham sandwiches. It was a kick having an excuse to stay out of school, and the boys were making the most of it. They had felt little grief at their father's sudden and unexpected death, for Howard Worth had ceased to be much of a presence in their life for some time now. Meek, mild, and too timid to discipline the twins, he had become only their cook and source of money, a shadowy figure who kept out of their way and let them run wild. Poor old Dad, as they usually thought of him, didn't like arguments, didn't like violence, and so he just ignored the twins' mischief and did nothing to guide or correct their misbehavior. Consequently the boys were rude, undisciplined, and totally without moral principles. Teachers dreaded having the Worth twins in their classes, and the neighbors had given up trying to stop the damage the boys did to their cars, houses and yards. As Mrs. Montgomery remarked later, the departure of Ron and Jon ought to become a day of celebration throughout Los Angeles.
"Boys," she repeated, "I think your mother is here."
The twins finally looked up from the TV-she still couldn't tell them apart, they seemed so completely identical in all respects-and paid attention to what she was saying. Tall, lanky, handsome boys with brown hair to their shoulders and alert brown eyes, they grinned at her with identical smiles.
"Oh, yeah?" said one of them. "Let's have a look."
"Let's," said the other.
They raced to the window, heavy feet rattling Mrs. Montgomery's expensive china. "Holy shit," said one of them, "will you look at the boobs on her?"
Mrs. Montgomery blushed scarlet but said nothing. In three days she'd learned that if she scolded the boys for bad language, they would reply with even worse. She just stood aside and prayed that the woman was their mother and would take them away instantly.
Ron and Jon saw a tall middle-aged woman with chestnut hair and nice legs coming up the front walk. She was a little heavy, perhaps, but still had a super body. Even in her prim wool suit, her huge heavy breasts poked out prominently, swaying and jiggling even in the confinement of a bra. She had a handsome but cold face, was expensively dressed, and didn't seem very pleased to be there. She extended a gloved finger and rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Montgomery literally flew to open the door. "Mrs. Worth?" she said eagerly.
"Yes," said Trudy, "I'm Mrs. Worth. You must be Mrs. Montgomery. Are my sons here?"
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Montgomery said grimly. "Please come in."
Trudy stepped inside and saw the twins grinning at her-or, more exactly, at her tits. They seemed quite open and unashamed about it, their bright brown eyes glued to the points of her large full breasts. Trudy thought it was rude of them, but she didn't want to start their relationship by scolding. She stared back, rather pleased at how healthy and handsome her sons appeared. They were almost as tall as she was, slim but muscular, halfway between childhood and manhood. Their height and build came from Howard, but their chestnut hair and handsome features were Trudy's. She smiled and said, "Well, hello, Ron and Jon. I'm your mother, Trudy."
"Hi," said one of the boys.
"Hi," said the other. They grinned at her. Trudy saw right away that she had a problem, there seemed no way to tell the boys apart. Would she have to write their names on their foreheads? Well, that problem would have to be solved later. There was a lot of business to take care of today, including getting moved into their new house. Trudy had decided to settle in Los Angeles, since the boys were used to it. She wouldn't have to work for a while, since Howard had left her quite a bit of money, and before finding another job she and the boys could become acquainted. She prayed they'd get along. None of this was going to be easy, for her or for the twins.
"Well, get your things," she said, "and let's go. I have an appointment with a real estate agent to see a house."
The boys scurried off to their room to get their luggage. "Man, oh, man," said Ron, "she's got the biggest tits I ever saw."
"Maybe they're falsies," said Jon. "Anyhow, we'll find out soon." Both boys snickered.
The grateful Mrs. Montgomery helped carry the luggage to Trudy's car, and they were off. "Where's our new house?" said Jon. "Is it in this section of town?"
"Yes," said Trudy. "I've arranged it so you can keep going to the same school. You won't be separated from your friends."
The twins looked at each other and shrugged. They hated school and they didn't have any friends. Their peers considered them trouble-makers and bullies. Ron and Jon formed a tight little society of two. They just hoped their "new" mother would leave them alone to do thenown thing, the way poor old Dad had done.
Trudy drove up to a large white stucco house with well-kept grounds, and almost before she had the car stopped, Ron and Jon were jumping out and whooping with delight. "Oh, man, what a great house!" said Ron. "It's got a swimming pool. Can we go swimming right now, Trudy?"
"Sure," said Trudy. "Go right ahead." It would get them out of her hair for a while, while she talked to the real estate agent.
The boys dragged the luggage indoors, and when Trudy entered the house she found Ron and Jon stark naked in the living room. She stopped still and blushed deeply. "Boys," she said, "the real estate man may be here any minute. Don't you think you should put on your bathing suits in the bedroom?"
"We're not wearing suits," said Jon nonchalantly. "They're no fun. Come on, Ron, let's go!"
The boys took off through the house, and Trudy heard loud splashing as they dived into the pool. She stood still, feeling rather strange. She'd seen them naked for only a minute, but she couldn't get the image out of her mind. Their identical young bodies were so sleek and tan and handsome. She could still see the newly broadening shoulders, the flat bellies, the wispy dark pubic hair just forming at their crotches. Even more vividly she could see their half-grown pale limp cocks, with wrinkled, uncircumcised tips, and their flaccid rosy hairless balls. She remembered how their little white pricks had bounced and flopped when they ran, remembered their tight small asses-and to her wonder and shame, she felt a sudden glowing hotness in her cunt, then a great spurt of pussy juice that soaked right through her panties and trickled down her thighs. My God, what was the matter with her? She'd been turned on by her own sons, innocent boys only fourteen years old.
Hastily Trudy got out a hanky and wiped the sticky hot cream from her thighs, blushing with shame. She was just lowering her skirt when she heard a car in the driveway. It had to be the real estate man. She tried to compose her flushed face, and she forced a smile when she went to answer the doorbell. There stood a very tall, beefy, red-faced man of around forty, wearing a white Stetson and white cowboy boots. Good God, thought Trudy, what's this supposed to be? Does he think he's John Wayne?
"Howdy, ma'am," he said in a deep voice, "I'm Buck Stevens, from Stevens Realty. I expect you're Mrs. Worth?"
Trudy nodded and shook his huge paw, hardly able to keep from laughing. She led the way inside and said, "I haven't had a chance to look at the house yet, Mr. Stevens-"
"Call me Buck," he said.
"Very well, Buck. I just got here myself, and I haven't toured the house yet, but the boys are delighted with the pool."
"Well, let's just look at the rest of the spread," said Buck jovially.
He and Trudy walked through the house, but she hardly saw a thing. She was having an attack of lust so powerful that she could scarcely stand up. She kept seeing Ron and Jon naked and cavorting, their little white pricks flapping gaily, their rosy balls bouncing. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for getting hot over her own children, but she couldn't seem to help it. She just had to shape up, though, and close this real estate deal. One house seemed as good as another, and she needed a place to stay. At last "Buck" Stevens led the way into the master bedroom, and Trudy forced herself to attend to his words.
"Real spacious," he was saying, "wall-to-wall carpets, drapes, completely furnished. That's a king-size bed. It's a bargain at this price, ma'am, and if I were you-"
"I'll take it," said Trudy. She didn't care what the room looked like, she just wanted to conclude the deal.
"Well, well, you make up your mind fast," said Buck Stevens. "I like that. You know a good deal when you see one." He stood there, towering over her in his cowboy clothes, ruddy-faced and grinning. For the first time Trudy noticed that he seemed interested in her-more than interested. His watery blue eyes were running swiftly up and down her body, focusing hungrily on her great swelling breasts. Suddenly he leered at her in an unmistakable way. "Now that we've got this deal concluded," he said, "maybe you and me could make a private deal of our own. If you see what I mean." He chuckled and moved toward her.
Trudy saw instantly what he had in mind, and her first impulse was to kick him in the balls. He had no right to approach her like this, as if she were a whore. On the other hand, she was so horny she could hardly stand it. She needed to be balled very badly, and Buck looked as if he could handle the job. There'd be no involvement, no aftermath-he was wearing a wedding ring, and his business didn't allow for scandal. She could safely get it on with him, if only the twins would stay in the pool. She knew her idea was wicked and immoral, but she just had to get laid. She was ready to scream with sexual tension. She glanced at Buck's crotch and saw that he had an enormous hard-on. That did it. She had to have him.
"Wait just a second," she said breathlessly. "I have to be sure the kids won't walk in on us."
He chuckled. "You do that. Lock the door."
Trudy peeked out the window and saw the twins splashing happily in the pool. It looked as if they'd stay there for a while. She locked the bedroom door, and when she turned around, Buck was already naked, standing there and grinning at her. He had a very long penis, eight inches at least, and it was enormously thick and bloated, swaying heavily from its thick nest of dark pubic curls. Cream dribbled from his fat purple glans and dripped onto the carpet. Trudy felt her belly melting with lust, felt saliva pooling in her mouth. She could hardly wait to get that huge dong into her cunt. She grinned wickedly at Buck Stevens and began to take off her clothes.
No sooner had Trudy finished looking out the window than Ron and Jon emerged from the pool. Their short swim had been fun, but they were suddenly overcome with a stronger urge, hunger. Like most boys their age, they seemed to eat constantly. "Let's have a look in the kitchen," said Jon. "Maybe she hasn't had time to buy groceries yet, but there's always hope."
"Right," said Ron.
The boys found the kitchen empty. They started to look for Trudy and couldn't find her, either. Noticing the second car in front, they gathered that the real estate man had arrived, and that Trudy was off in another room with him, and they began to prowl the house. Before long they came to the locked door of Trudy's bedroom. Even through the closed door they could hear strange noises-panting, sighing, heavy breathing.
"What the fuck?" whispered Ron.
"Let's peek," said Jon. "Follow me. I think I know a way."
The twins tiptoed into the next bedroom, and there was a connecting bathroom with the door slightly ajar. Now the strange noises were louder. Ron and Jon tiptoed into the bathroom and peeked around the edge of the door. "Oh, boy," whispered Jon, "this is our lucky day."
"Ssshhh," said Ron. "Don't fuck it up."
What the boys saw was a strange man, very big and bearish, standing naked in the center of the room watching Trudy take off her clothes. The twins watched goggle-eyed as their mother removed her bra and her great heavy white breasts bounced into their natural curve. Ron and Jon managed to suppress their exclamations of wonder and delight, but Buck Stevens said, "Holy Jesus, ma'am, you got the biggest, most beautiful jugs I ever seen. Just come on over here and let me play with 'em."
Trudy grinned wickedly and continued to take off her clothes. She was quick about it, though, and soon the boys were gawking at the sweet dark little triangle of her mons fur. Ron and Jon had done their share of peeping in their old neighborhood, but they'd never watched a woman as stacked as Trudy. Nor had they ever seen a couple making love-for in spite of their mischievous behavior and lack of discipline, the twins were still inexperienced in sex. They waited breathlessly to see what Trudy and the strange man would do.
Trudy kicked aside her panties and approached the big beefy man. Her enormous tits swayed and jiggled enticingly, the nipples large and pink. When she got within arm's reach, Buck gave a loud, horny growl and swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the huge bed. He was walking toward the twins' hiding place now, and they could see his long fat prick waving heavily before him, grossly erect, the pale skin taut and strained. To the boys' inexperienced eyes, his cock seemed gigantic, his balls as big as pears. Ron and Jon looked on enviously and wistfully, wondering if their immature genitals would ever grow that large.
"Christ," Jon said despairingly, "it's like an elephant's."
"Ssshhh," said Ron.
Buck set Trudy down on the bed, and she lay there flushed and trembling, looking up at the big, beefy, grinning man. She didn't really like him as a person, she thought he was a phony, but she sure as hell needed his cock. Everything else was forgotten, even the chance that the twins might come looking for her. Her pussy burned and ached with need, and all she could think of was getting Buck's stiff meat inside her. Her large dark eyes glowed with lust, and her hungry vagina creamed steadily, creating a sticky little pool on the bedspread. Hurry, she thought, oh, please, hurry....
Buck sat down heavily beside her, a horny grin on his plump face. His rigid dick stuck straight up in the air. He glanced at it, then at Trudy. "Maybe you'd like a little taste of this meat?" he said. "Before we get down to more serious stuff."
Trudy grimaced. The implication was clear-suck his cock or forget about being balled. She really didn't want to take that gross dribbling thing in her mouth, but she needed to be fucked so badly, she probably would have stood on her head and whistled if he'd asked her to. She swallowed hard, then crawled over to him and dipped her glossy chestnut head into his lap. His furiously creaming cock brushed her cheek, leaving sticky traces, and again Trudy felt repulsion. His cream was strong-smelling, and his huge dick looked far too big for her mouth. But his wishes were clear, and if she wanted any satisfaction for herself, she'd have to blow him first. She fastened her lips around the wet purple head of his penis and slowly sucked inward. The salty taste of his juices assaulted her tongue, and his great girth stretched her lips painfully. He was so long that she could take in only half the length of his great cock. She began to suck him, and Buck Stevens snorted with excitement.
"Aw, Jesus, yeah," he said, "that's right, you just keep doing that, little lady. That's nice, real nice...."
Trudy didn't think it was nice at all. Her mouth threatened to split, and in his excitement Buck was pumping his cock back and forth, butting the back of her throat and making her gag. Her sucking seemed to please him, though, for he dribbled an increasing flood of cream from the bloated hole of his glans, and he panted and whinnied with pleasure. She just prayed he wouldn't cum in her mouth-she didn't think she could stomach that.
"Aw, Christ, yeah, eat my dick," he said, grabbing her head and pumping it up and down on his bloated meat, "suck it hard, sweetheart ... YEAH."
Trudy didn't have to do any work now. Buck had taken over completely, working her head up and down, ramming his giant stiff dick in and out of her tortured mouth, using her like some mechanical fucking device. She felt a moment of panic-he was so strong, he could easily ram his thick meat right down her throat and choke her. Suddenly, however, he gave a great sigh and let her go. Trudy jerked her mouth off his spit-soaked cock and gasped for breath. Buck sat there leering at her.
"Mighty tasty, huh?" he said. "I had to quit, I almost came. Now I'm gonna ball you, little lady. You ready?"
"More than ready," said Trudy with a sigh.
"Then let's GO," bellowed Buck, throwing himself on her. Trudy wasn't expecting the sudden assault, and she felt herself flattened and knocked breathless. The man must have weighed over two hundred pounds. Again she felt smothered and trapped. His huge hairy sweaty body ground her into the bed, covered her completely, and his massive arms locked around her in a powerful grip, his giant paws finding her plump buttocks and pulling her pelvis up tight against his. She started to whimper in protest, but her whimper changed to a shriek of delight as she felt his huge thick penis snaking swiftly, deeply, into her soaked and famished cunt. She threw her head back in ecstasy, let her legs fall wide open, and dug her nails into the slick sweaty flesh of his shoulders.
"Oh, my God, YES," she cried, "yes, yes, fuck me ... Oh, yes, put it into me, do it to me hard. Ahhh...."
"You like it, huh?" Buck said unnecessarily. "Well, I'll do my best to oblige, ma'am."
He began to hump her like a stallion, smacking his plump belly loudly against hers, digging his huge prick deep into her, moving with the speed and force of a pile driver. It was brutal, but Trudy loved it. It was just what she needed after being horny for so long. How long had it been since she'd slept with a man? She could hardly remember. Years, probably, she had so little time for dating. She jerked her hips blissfully in time to his violent deep strokes, clawed his shoulders in helpless passion, and screamed her pleasure hoarsely. She was a little surprised at her unrestrained behavior-it told her how she'd neglected her deepest needs, how her body craved a male partner. She hoped that in the future she wouldn't have to go so long without fucking. She wanted to change her life, take care of her nagging sexual needs. She had waited far too long for this. "Oh, God," she said, "I love it, I loVe it, don't stop ... Ball me, fuck me, yes, YES...."
Buck was more than obliging. He gave her a hard grinding fuck that left her bruised and raw but happy. Her explosive climax was yet another sign that she needed a permanent steady lover in her life, but not Buck Stevens. She wanted more than a good lay. She wanted someone she could love.
The twins watched the whole performance, right through Trudy's screeching climax and Buck's bellowing cum. Then they scurried back to the pool to discuss what they'd seen. "Jesus," said Ron, thoroughly impressed, "that guy had the biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You haven't seen many," said Jon, "but it was pretty big." He sighed deeply. "It really looked like fun, didn't it? Man, we gotta get laid."
"Sure," Ron said mournfully, "but with who? You know those chicks at school. They won't even let you cop a feel."
"To hell with them," said Jon. "Let's make it with Trudy."
"Trudy?" said Ron. "But she's our mother."
"So what?" said Jon. "She likes to fuck, doesn't she? So why shouldn't we give it a try?"
Ron grinned wickedly. "Yeah," he said, "why not?"
CHAPTER THREE
Trudy's climax with Buck, although thoroughly satisfying, had not been without some distraction. She was cumming, clinging to him and screaming her intense pleasure, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Dizzy with orgasm, her sight was blurred, but she was certain that she saw two pairs of bright brown eyes peering at her from around the bathroom door. Those damned kids! She said nothing to Buck, since it was a family matter, but she vowed to punish the boys later. If they were in the habit of spying, it had to be nipped in the bud.
When Buck had left, Trudy put on her bathrobe and stalked out to the pool where the twins were sunning themselves naked. "Ron and Jon," she said sternly, "you spied on me and Mr. Stevens. That was very naughty. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."
Ron and Jon exchanged startled looks. How had she detected them? They weren't used to punishment, either. Their father had never had the courage to tackle both of them at once. Ron looked up at Trudy and said lamely, "Gosh, Trudy, we didn't mean anything by it. We were just taking a piss, and we happened to hear something, so we looked. We didn't look very long, did we, Jon?"
"Nope," said Jon. He calculated no more than half an hour, which really wasn't very long.
"Nevertheless," Trudy said, "you have to learn to keep your noses out of other people's business, and the sooner you learn, the better. I'm sending you to bed early. No dinner, just a quick bath, and then you're to stay in your room. Now, get moving, both of you."
Ron and Jon could hardly believe their ears. Being sent to bed early without supper was for four-year-olds, besides, they'd never been punished before. Trudy turned and started back for the house, and behind her back Jon made a signal that they should push her into the pool. Ron shook his head, signaling his brother to wait until they could discuss their strategy. For the time being they would play along with her.
The boys followed Trudy with apparent meekness, and she led the way to the bathroom and began running water in the tub. "Just a quick wash," she said, "and then to bed. I don't mean to be harsh on our first day together, but I want you boys to understand that I won't tolerate any mischief."
Behind her back, the twins gave her the fuck finger, but when she turned around, they were all smiles. The boys hopped into the tub and began to wash, while Trudy supervised. There was quite a bit of washing to be done, since Ron and Jon never took a bath unless they felt like it, and that wasn't very often. "You'll have a bath every night from now on," said Trudy reprovingly. "I'm afraid your father wasn't strict enough in that department."
Ron and Jon grinned at each other, recalling the last time their Dad had tried to make them bathe. He'd ended up in the tub instead, with all his clothes on, and he knew the boys better than to attempt it again. They pretended to cooperate with Trudy, however, until they could be alone to make plans. If their mother thought she was going to control them, she had a surprise coming. No woman-indeed, no adult-was going to tell them what to do.
Ron and Jon couldn't resist a little mischief, however. They were adept at shocking adults, and the chance was too good to miss. They began soaping their limp white little cocks with great vigor, pumping swiftly with soapy fists, until both of them had acquired an erection. The boys looked quite innocent while they did this, and Trudy could say nothing, although she blushed furiously when she realized what was happening.
"Mine's bigger than yours," Ron said proudly, holding up his rigid little peter for his brother to see.
"Like hell," said Jon. "Mine's a lot bigger than yours. Isn't it, Trudy?" He lifted his stiff little dick from the soapy water so she could see it.
Trudy opened her mouth, but for the moment no words came out. How was she supposed to deal with a situation like this? She'd had the boys as babies for a very short time, only a few months, so she had no experience as a mother. Also she thought their behavior was naughty, but they seemed so innocent and friendly. She didn't know what to say. At last she decided to be calm and sensible, not to make a big deal of it. She mustn't let them know she was upset.
"Well, boys," she said, "since you're identical twins, I suppose you must be exactly the same size. Looks that way to me."
She certainly looked hard enough. She couldn't take her eyes off those two sweet little cocks poking stiffly from the suds. She estimated them to be four, maybe five, inches long, and rather skinny compared to Buck's enormous dick, but somehow they appealed to her far more than the adult model. The twins had barely any pubic hair at the base of their jaunty little pricks, just a faint dark fuzz. Their rosy balls seemed utterly hairless, pure and clean. The boys weren't circumcised, and the glans of their cocks were sheathed in tender pale wrinkled skin. Trudy felt a mad impulse to reach out and play with those cute little peters, and as she thought of it her cunt began to weep hot cream. Dear God, how could she be horny AGAIN? She'd just had a violent fuck with the real estate man, besides, these kids were only fourteen, her own sons. It was evil, disgusting, for her to be turned on by them. Blushing hotly, she turned away and got two large clean bath towels from the cupboard.
"Time to get out," she said.
There was no answer. Apparently the boys hadn't heard her. She was about to repeat herself when she heard one of them say, "I can jerk off faster than you can."
"You're on," said the other.
Trudy couldn't believe her ears. Surely she must be mistaken. The boys couldn't possibly do anything so naughty right in front of her. They seemed far too young to know what "jerking off" meant. She turned slowly, then stopped still and blushed again. The boys were sitting in the water, pumping their small stiff pricks with furious concentration, their fists flying. The swift pumping had worked back the wrinkled foreskins of their cocks and she could see the cherry red glans, sweet and pure and inviting. Tiny droplets of pearl-like cream bubbled from the tiny holes. Again Trudy's pussy went wet and hot with arousal. She thought how much fun it would be to play with those cute little pokers, to pet them, taste them, to lick up the pearly bubbles ... Then she caught herself and blushed. What was the matter with her? Was she so depraved that she could contemplate having sex with a couple of children?
"Boys," she said sternly, "stop that at once. It's wicked."
Too late. Jon gave a little gasp and white glistening cum shot from his twitching little peter, arcing into the air and coming down to splatter on his brother's chest. Seconds later Ron shot his load, effectively splattering his twin. The boys laughed delightedly. "I won," said Jon.
"Yeah, but I'll get you next time," said Ron.
Trudy was too shocked to scold. "Oh, dear," she said wearily, "now you'll have to wash again."
She never knew how she got through the next half hour. The boys had a water fight, drenching the entire bathroom, and they wrestled all the way down the hall. Even when she closed their bedroom door, she could hear the on-going pillow fight, but she was too tired to deal with it. She just staggered away, hoping they'd tire themselves out soon and go to sleep. Motherhood was already proving too much for her. She'd never dreamed it could be such a hassle.
Trudy looked at the shambles of the bathroom and decided to leave it till the next morning. She was overwrought and exhausted from all the strange and wild experiences of the day. She drank a large straight shot of whiskey and fell into bed, going to sleep almost at once. She would face her problems tomorrow-right now she needed to blot them out.
Even sleep gave her no rest, however. No sooner had she dropped off than she began to dream. The dreams were obscene and tantalizing. She dreamed of cocks-big and small, pretty and ugly, limp and stiff, long and short, hundreds of them. She wanted them all, she kept opening her legs and begging for them, but they kept fading away. She tossed and moaned, and in her sleep her hungry pussy grew red-hot and drenched with cream. After years of denying herself a lover, pretending to be too busy, Trudy was paying the price of abstinence. Her sexual needs had surfaced at last, insistent and powerful, and even in her dream she sensed that she'd have to do something about them. Her need for a man, for a regular sex life, had grown more desperate with each passing year, till now she couldn't control it. That was why she'd hopped into bed with an ugly leering stranger, Buck Stevens, and that was why she'd been aroused even by her own sons. She couldn't continue that way. It made her feel too guilty. Somehow she must acquire a suitable lover, a man her own age whom she could love and respect. She was far from solving all these problems in her sleep, though. She only moaned and tossed, tortured by the endless parade of cocks which refused to satisfy her needs.
As soon as Trudy closed the door and left them alone in their room, Ron and Jon took off their pajamas. They'd never liked wearing pajamas and had put them on only as a concession to Trudy. Naked, they lounged on their beds and debated what to do about their new situation.
"Man, she's a hard one," said Jon. "She's really gonna cramp our style."
"Yeah," said Ron, "I got a feeling she's not gonna be like Dad. She's no sissy. So what are we gonna do?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," said Jon. He wrinkled up his handsome young face. "There must be some way to get around her."
"Well, what about your other idea?" said Ron. "You know, making it with her. Maybe that'd make her more agreeable."
"Sure, it would," said Jon, "if we could even get to first base. But, shit, she's so straight. It'd be really hard to turn her on."
"Well," said Ron, "that guy did today. The real estate dude. If he scored, why can't we?"
"Are you kidding?" Jon said scornfully. "He's a grownup. Did you see the dick on that guy? How can we compete with THAT?" Mournfully he glanced down at his limp little peter which, in its flaccid state, was no bigger than a finger. "Fuck," he said disgustedly.
"Still," said Ron, "we gotta try. This scene is no good. We gotta get her more loose, otherwise we won't have any fun. And speaking of fun, how'd you like to play with those boobs of hers?"
Jon whistled. "Oh, man," he said, sighing.
"So do we at least try?" said Ron.
"We try," said Jon. "Let's sneak out and see if she's asleep."
Silently the naked boys opened the door of their room and tiptoed down the hall to Trudy's bedroom. She had left the door slightly ajar for ventilation, and they could see that her light was out and she was in bed. They heard her slow breathing, her occasional sighs. They nodded at each other and snuck into the room, going very slowly and carefully so as not to wake her. With iinfinite caution Jon slipped under the covers on one side of Trudy, and Ron entered on the other side. They grinned at each other in the dim light-they'd discovered that Trudy slept naked.
Trudy lay on her back, deep in her tantalizing dream, her great firm tits creating two tall mountains under the sheets. Ron and Jon knew each other so well that they didn't need words to communicate their ideas. They seized the sheet and very slowly drew it downward till they had uncovered Trudy's whole body. Then they looked. Their eyes were used to the faint light now, and they had an excellent view of their mother's lush curves. She was a big woman, perhaps twenty pounds overweight, but still very, very female and inviting. Her waist nipped in snugly, then flowed out again into the swell of her broad hips. Her legs were long and firm and shapely. Her pale belly was slightly plump but curved down invitingly to the dark fluffly fur patch of her mons. Dominating everything else were her great swelling breasts, each one of them as big as the boys' heads. Her bright pink nipples were almost four inches in diameter, soft and flaccid in her sleep. Looking at her, Ron and Jon felt sharp excitement, and their little cocks began to twitch and stiffen. They'd peeped at naked ladies before, but they'd never actually been next to one, close enough to touch.
At last they gathered their courage and reached out to lay their hands softly on her heaving breasts. Their small hands didn't begin to cover the vast expanse of hot creamy flesh, but it felt wonderful nevertheless. The great quivering globes moved gently up and down under their hands, and her nipples responded unconsciously to their touch, growing rigid and erect against their palms. The boys signed deeply and began to move their hands around gingerly, fondling and exploring her huge hot boobs. In her sleep Trudy experienced sudden pleasure, and she grinned happily. Someone in her dream was touching her at last, as she longed to be touched, playing with her sensitive breasts and responsive nipples. If only it would go on and on....
Ron couldn't restrain himself, and he began squeezing fistfuls of her delicate soft flesh. Jon was soon doing it, too. To their surprise and relief, Trudy didn't wake up. She only grinned more broadly and moaned a little, as if she were having a very pleasant dream. Encouraged by this, the boys began to move their hands slowly down her body, becoming highly aroused as they felt her opulent female curves. Their fingers touched at last in the tight springy curls of her mons. Deep down in the soft hairs they felt her red-hot flesh, and they couldn't resist the temptation to explore there. Neither of them had ever touched a girl's body before, and since they'd paid little attention in their sex education classes, they were ignorant of female anatomy. They were intensely curious to find out what women have in place of cock and balls. Gentle prying fingers opened the plump wet lips of Trudy's mons and fluttered onto the taut little bump of her clitoris.
"Oh, God, yesss...." Trudy said in her sleep.
Ron and Jon exchanged delighted looks. Their very first feel, and they'd hit the jackpot. They had no idea what that funny little lump of flesh was for, but their mother liked to be touched there, that was for sure. They took turns caressing and fingering her throbbing hot clit, and Trudy moaned loudly with pleasure, opening her legs very wide and going suddenly wet all over her hot, hair-fringed slit. As the boys played with her pussy, their fingers got sticky, and it didn't take them long to realize that the more she creamed, the more horny she was.
"Oh, yes, play with my clit," Trudy said sleepily. So then they knew what it was called, that tiny projection of slick quivering flesh, even if they didn't know it's function. They tickled and rubbed it till it was as stiff and taut as an erect cock, and then they moved on to explore deeper between her plump thighs. The flesh of her labia was very hot and mushy, and their fingers were soon soaked as they explored her mysterious folds. At last Ron encountered something he could identify, a wet little hole at the very center of her body. He eased his finger into it as far as he could, and he still didn't reach the end, though he felt his finger tugged and sucked by juicy, clinging walls of flesh. Trudy seemed to like this a lot. She whimpered and sighed, and she creamed scalding juices all over his hand.
"Hey," he whispered to Jon, "I think I found her cunt."
Even though the boys had paid no attention in class, they had listened to the gossip of older boys at school, and they knew what a "cunt" was. That was where babies came out, and that was where a guy stuck his peter when he fucked a woman. They'd been wild to see and touch a real cunt, and so the discovery was keenly exciting to them. Jon snatched his brother's hand out of the way and wriggled his finger up into the mushy hot hole.
"Wow," he whispered, "it's deep. And hot. I wonder how deep it goes?"
"I dunno," said Ron, "I couldn't find the end. You try."
Jon pushed his finger into his mother's soaked vagina as far as he could, and still he found no end to it. As he poked stiffly into her, Trudy moaned and arched her body to take him in farther. In her dream, it was no finger that penetrated her famished vagina. It was a small adolescent cock, just like Ron and Jon's, and she was digging it intensely. In her sleep she felt no restraints of conscience or morality. She felt only the needs of her body, her long unsatisfied lusts, and she dreamed of a handsome teenage boy with long brown hair and big brown eyes lowering himself onto her, sticking his rigid little dick into her. It felt marvelous.
"Ahhhh, YES," she moaned, "get your cock into me. Fuck me...."
Ron and Jon glanced at each other. She had spoken very clearly in her sleep, and there was no mistaking what she wanted, at least in her dream. Could they possibly do it to her without waking her up? The twins were very excited. They were dying to find out what fucking was like, desperate to lose their virginity. It was a chance they couldn't pass up. The only question was, who would go first?
"Me," said Ron.
"Hell, no," said Jon, "me."
They glared at each other in the dim light. Jon still had his finger lodged all the way in Trudy's hot juicy hole, but now he wasn't moving it, and this caused Trudy some frustration in her dream. The handsome teenage boy, somehow so familiar, who was fucking her, had ceased to move, though her cunt cried out for the swift friction of his stiff young cock.
"Please, oh, please, fuck me," she whimpered.
"Hurry...."
"Goddamnit, I wanta go first," said Ron. "Well, so do I," said Jon, "and I'm going to."
"Up yours."
The result was inevitable. Jon popped his finger from Trudy's cunt and swung at his brother, who was already aiming a fist at him. They punched and grappled right on top of Trudy, who awoke with a start. Dazed, puzzled, she groped for the bedside light and turned it on, only to find her naked, panting sons sitting in bed with her looking flushed and sheepish.
"Boys," she said, "what in the world ...?"
Then she blushed scarlet. She understood what had caused that sexy dream. Both boys had sticky stink fingers, and they gave themselves away, too, by glancing wistfully at her pussy. It was too much. Trudy exploded.
"You little bastards," she cried, "get out of my bed at once! Get back to your room and stay there, or I'll spank your butts raw!"
Jon and Ron flew down the hall. "Man," gasped Ron, "I think she means business."
"Yeah," said Jon sadly. "Back to the drawing board."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ron and Jon awoke late the next morning to find Trudy busily unpacking her things, which had just arrived by moving van. She was still angry at them for their naughty behavior of the previous night, and she wouldn't speak to them except to say, "You'll have to fix yourselves cold cereal for breakfast. I'm busy."
The boys felt very sad. They'd never had to serve themselves before-their meek father had overindulged them-and they really wanted to put Trudy in a better mood. It was no good having her mad at them. She didn't relent, however, and after they'd eaten, the boys wandered out to explore the neighborhood, hoping their mother would feel more friendly by the time they returned.
It was a Saturday, but the twins didn't see many other kids in the neighborhood, just preschoolers who were far too young to play with. It looked like a really dismal scene. They were walking slowly back to the house, bored and depressed, when suddenly a very pretty girl came out of the house next to theirs.
"Oh, man," said Ron, "will you look at that."
"Shit, I hope she lives there," said Jon.
The girl seemed to be just their age, and she was petite, black-haired and had an impish little face. Her raven curls were short and bouncy, and her newly budding little tits were bouncy, too. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra under her flimsy halter. Her shorts revealed shapely, tan legs, and she walked with a mischievous swing of her small tight buttocks. All in all, she looked delicious to Ron and Jon. They stood there in front of her house and grinned helplessly.
"Hi," she said, coming down the walk, "you new around here?"
"Yeah," said Jon breathlessly, "we just moved in next door. I'm Jon, and this is my brother Ron."
"Twins, of course," said the cute girl. "My name's Patty Chase. I live here with my father."
"No mother?" said Ron.
"She died," said Patty. "It's just Dad and me."
"Some coincidence," said Jon. "Our Dad just died, and we live with our mother. Maybe we could get our parents together and be one big happy family." He and Ron ogled Patty's pert little body.
"You guys move pretty fast, said Patty. 'How old are you?"
"Fourteen," the twins said in chorus.
"Me, too," said Patty. "Well, maybe we could get together, but I'm not ready to join your family yet."
"Swell," said Ron, "let's do something now. This neighborhood's a bore. What do you do for kicks around here?"
"Not much," said Patty. "Maybe you'd like to come swim in our pool."
"Right on," Ron said eagerly.
"Oh-oh," said Jon. "We don't have any suits. We always swim raw."
Patty laughed. "You guys are pretty weird, you know? But if you won't be embarrassed, I don't mind. Come on."
"Hey, what about your father?" said Ron. "Won't he object?"
"He went shopping," said Patty. "He won't be back for hours. Come on, I'll show you the pool."
The twins followed Patty around to the back of her house. The Chase pool was a little smaller than theirs, but deeper, and on that hot autumn day it looked very inviting. "Go ahead, jump in," said Patty. "I'll go put on my suit."
She went into the house, and the twins hurriedly stripped. Somehow they felt self-conscious around Patty and didn't want her to watch them undressing. They dived in and swam to the deep part of the pool, so they were immersed up to their necks when she returned. They both gawked. Patty was wearing a blue bikini so tiny and flimsy that they couldn't tell what kept it on her curvy little body. Her small pointed tits, the size of tangerines, were barely covered, and as she walked, the bra of her suit moved around, occasionally baring a bit of light brown nipple. The panties of her suit consisted of one tiny triangle held on by strings and scarcely covering her pubic area. This piece, too, moved around, and the boys got a glimpse of fine dark curls at the base of her taut, tan belly, They didn't get to look long, however, for Patty marched right to the pool and jumped in.
"Jesus," said Ron as they waited for her to surface. "I sure wish we could make some time with her."
"You and me both," said Jon. "But let's play it cool. We don't wanta scare her off."
They didn't have time to say more. Patty broke the surface just a few feet away from them and came up grinning. "You guys sure look funny underwater," she said.
The twins blushed. Of course, swimming under the surface with her eyes open, she would have seen everything, including their naked cocks and balls. This chick was as mischievous and naughty as they were. They'd never met a girl like Patty before.
"Hey, no fair," said Jon. "We gotta get you back for that."
"Right," said Ron. "You won't get away with it."
Patty shrieked and dived deep down in the pool, and the twins plunged after her. She was a good swimmer and led them quite a chase, surfacing and splashing them, then diving out of range. The boys were bigger and stronger, however, and at last they caught up with her, panting and laughing. They cornered her in the deep end of the pool, and though she tried to fend them off by splashing water in their faces, she couldn't keep them from moving in at last.
"Now we get our revenge," said Jon.
He plunged toward her and seized the trailing string-tie of her bikini bra. Patty screamed and tried to stop him, but he got it untied, whipped it off, and tossed it far out into the pool. The twins had a quick glimpse of Patty's wildly jiggling little tits with their coffee-and-cream colored nipples before the giggling girl dived beneath the surface again. Ron dived after her and seized the tie of her bikini panties, and Patty swam right out of them. Gleefully Ron raised the garment for his brother to see, then tossed it as far as he could.
Patty surfaced a few yards away and cried indignantly, "Hey, no fair. Now I don't have any suit."
"So what," said Jon. "Neither do we."
"You looked at us," said Ron, "so now we get to look at you."
The twins splashed toward her, and Patty screamed and made for the ladder. She reached it just before they did, and as they brushed the water out of their eyes, they had a fantastic and delightful sight-Patty climbing the ladder right above them, her little scarlet pussy fully exposed. Between her slim tan thighs they saw a light fringe of black hair surrounding bright red tissues, the pinpoint hole of her girlish cunt, and the light brown bumpy mouth of her anus. Ron and Jon bumped into each other in their eagerness to look, but Patty quickly climbed the ladder and streaked for the house.
"Get her!" said Jon.
"You won't get away!" said Ron.
Out of the water, they were much faster than Patty, and they managed to climb out of the pool and catch up with her before she reached the door. Ron took her arms, and Jon took her legs, and they carried the screaming girl behind a thick bush and laid her down on the soft grass. "Hey, cut it out," said Patty. "Let me go put some clothes on, you guys."
"Aw, don't be embarrassed, Patty," said Ron. "Hold still. We just wanta look. We never saw a girl without her clothes before." This was only a small lie. They'd seen women, but not girls.
"Well," said Patty, blushing but game, "I never saw a naked boy, either. If you promise to behave, I guess we could sit here a while."
"Scout's honor," said Ron.
"Cross our hearts," said Jon.
They let go of her, and Patty moved a few feet away from them, blushing and covering her cute little tits with folded arms. The boys were secretly amused, because she entirely forgot to cover her pussy. They saw now that her body was just budding into maturity, her hips only slightly rounded and her mons just faintly furred with blue-black, delicate hairs. She kept her legs together, so they couldn't see any of the mysterious parts between her thighs. Her face was red, but she looked without flinching at the boys' flaccid pale cocks which dropped in their laps.
"Boys sure are weird," she said.
"It's girls that're weird," said Jon. "I don't understand how you get along without a cock. I mean, how do you pee?"
"We have a hole for it, just like you," Patty said huffily.
"Then let's see it," said Ron.
Challenged, the elfin-faced girl spread her legs, revealing a dainty little snatch wispily fringed with dark curls. The flesh was tender and cherry red, convoluted in mysterious folds of skin. The boys recalled touching similar folds the night before, when they explored Trudy's sleeping body, but they still had no idea what it all was for. Patty pointed to a prominent part of the fold and said, "There-" as if she were proving something. The boys couldn't see any pee-hole, and they remained as puzzled as before.
"Well, if you say so," said Jon.
"I guess it makes sense," said Ron. "They have to pee from some place."
"What about the hole where babies come from?" said Jon. "Show us that."
Patty wasn't so easily fooled. "Uh-uh," she said, grinning. "You had your peek, now it's my turn to look." She crawled over to the boys, her pert little tits bouncing, and eyed their pale limp cocks. "Those are the funniest-looking things I ever saw," she said. "I don't know what you need all that for."
"For fucking," said Ron proudly. "You couldn't fuck without it."
"Oh, THAT," said Patty contemptuously.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," said Jon.
"I suppose you two have tried it?" she said mockingly.
"Oh, yeah, a few times," Ron lied.
"Um-hmmm," said Patty. "But you just told me you'd never seen a girl naked before. So how could you have fucked?"
"We did it in the dark," Jon said hastily. "Couldn't see a thing."
"Well, I don't believe it," said Patty. "I think you're putting me on."
"Want us to prove it?" said Ron. "We'd be glad to show you how it's done."
"Some other time, maybe," said Patty calmly. "Right now I just want to look." She sat there staring from one limp cock to the other, obviously curious about this strange male apparatus. At last she gathered her nerve and reached out to touch Jon's flaccid little dick very gingerly. It felt wonderfully soft and silky, and she found that she liked to pet it. She ran her fingers more boldly up and down his limp shaft, and as she did so, Jon sighed and his soft little cock began to twitch and stiffen slightly. Patty gasped and drew her hand away.
"Hey," she said, "what's happening to it?"
"I'm getting a hard-on," said Jon. "An erection. It has to be stiff before you can fuck."
"Well, I didn't say I wanted to do it," said Patty, "so why is it getting hard?"
Jon and Ron laughed. "A guy can't control it," Ron said. "If you get excited, it just happens."
Drawn by curiosity, Patty reached out and touched Ron's cock, gently stroking it just as she'd done with Jon's. Presently it began to twitch and grow hard under her touch, and soon it was standing straight up in his lap, pointing at the sky. The wrinkled pale foreskin was forced back just a little, revealing a tiny portion of cherry-red glans, and this attracted Patty's attention. "What's under here?" she said.
"Work it back and find out," said Ron, "only please be gentle."
Patty carefully drew back the wrinkled skin and uncovered the whole bright red head of Jon's cock. She admired the gleaming moist flesh and the pinpoint dark hole at the very tip. "Well," she said, "there it is, but I still don't see what it's for."
"See that hole at the tip?" said Ron. "That squirts cum, when a guy is fucking. It makes babies."
Patty seemed impressed, but her curiosity wasn't satisfied yet. She moved back to Jon and fingered his rosy hairless testicles. They felt very limp and soft and funny, but as she went on playing with them, they swelled up tight and fat. "How come they did that?" she said. "What are they for?"
"They're balls," said Jon, "nuts. They hold the cum until you squirt it. Why don't you let us fuck you, Patty, and then you could see how the whole thing works."
Patty licked her lips, obviously tempted, but in the end she shook her head. "I better not. My Dad says I should wait till I'm married."
The twins hooted derisively. "Aw, shit, that's so old-fashioned," Jon said. "Nobody believes that any more. That's just a lie grown-ups tell so they can have all the fun for themselves. Fucking is fun, see, and everybody has the right to have fun."
Patty thought it over. "Well, maybe you're right," she said, "but I still don't think I should do it. It kinda scares me."
"Aw, it's not scary," said Ron. "Here, just let me show you something. Don't panic, I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to show you something else that's fun."
Patty looked nervous, but she allowed Ron to lower her down onto her back and to spread her legs a little. Jon crawled over to see what his brother was going to do. Ron winked at him, then reached down and pried open the delicately fuzzed lips of Patty's plump little mons, uncovering the bright red little bump of her clit. He placed his finger on her tiny joy-button and began to rub it very gently, just as the boys had done to Trudy the night before. He remembered how his mother had moaned in her sleep and begged for more, and he hoped it would have the same affect on Patty. For a moment she just lay there, looking up at the sky and occasionally blinking or licking her lips. She was trying to decide just how it felt to be touched there. Ron went on rubbing and tickling her tiny clitoral lump, and presently he felt it stiffening and fattening and getting rather warm and moist. Then Patty sighed deeply.
"Ohhhh," she said, "that feels so nice...."
The twins exchanged gleeful looks, and Ron seized the tiny lump of red flesh between his fingers and kneaded it faster, more firmly. A gush of juice spat from Patty's tiny cunt mouth, and Ron's hand was suddenly soaked with the steamy fluid. Her slim hips began to move in instinctive fucking motions, and she started to whimper with pleasure. "Ohhh, ohhh," she moaned, "I like that so much ... Ohhhhh, it feels good...."
"Hey, let me try something," Jon said eagerly. "I got a kinky idea."
Since they weren't contesting the right to fuck her first, Ron gave way to his brother, and Jon dipped his shining chestnut head into Patty's fragrant little crotch. Ron dropped to his belly to see what was going on. He saw Jon prying open Patty's tender plump mons lips, then sticking out his tongue to tickle delicately all around the stiff, moist shaft of her little red clit. Patty squealed with pleasure, threw her slim legs wide apart to give him more room, and Jon's chin was suddenly soaked with her squirting vaginal juices. He grinned and tongued her clit more rapidly, swishing his stiff pink tongue all around her quaking little red button. Her cunt juices came out in floods, her young hips jerked convulsively, and her voice was high and shrill with excitement. "Oooo, OOOOO, YES," she cried, "do that some more, please. Ooooo...."
Jon obliged, and the delighted girl creamed fiercely and clawed the grass as his tongue zipped and tickled and swished all around her highly sensitive little clit. "Hey," said Ron, "where'd you dream up that idea?"
"I heard some older guys talking about it," said Jon. "They call it 'eating pussy.' They said it drives a chick wild. I guess they were right."
Patty lay limp with pleasure in the grass, her eyes a little glassy, her cute little pink tongue lolling out. She was panting, hardly able to speak. "Ohhh," she said at last, "I never knew anything could feel so good."
"But that's just the point, Patty," said Ron. "Fucking feels even better than that."
Patty gawked at him. "It does?"
"Sure," lied Jon, "it's a thousand times better." He had no idea whether it was or not, but he played along with Ron's game, hoping to convince the stunningly pretty neighbor girl to go all the way. His cock and Ron's were rampant with horniness by now, sticking straight up from their laps and oozing pearly droplets.
"You'd really dig it, Patty," Ron said persuasively. "Why don't you try it with us?"
Patty was still shivering with the pleasure they'd given her, and she was eager for more. "Well, all right," she said, "but you have to promise never to tell anybody."
"Oh, for sure," said Jon.
"We're not bastards," said Ron. "We'll never tell."
"Okay," said Patty. "Who goes first?"
It was the old question again. Ron and Jon glared at each other and clenched their fists. Then Ron shook his head. "It's stupid to fight over it," he said. "We might blow it again. Let's toss for it."
Jon nodded and picked up his discarded jeans and fished in the pockets, bringing out a quarter. "How do you call it?" he said.
"Tails," said Ron.
The coin flashed in the air and smacked into Jon's palm. It was tails. "Well," said Jon wistfully, "you can't say I tried to cheat you."
"I sure can't," said Ron, grinning delightedly. He leaned closer to his brother and whispered, "When we do it with Trudy, you can be first." Jon nodded vigorously, and then Ron turned and scrambled between Patty's legs, his brother crawling closer to watch the action.
Ron was more than ready for his first fuck. He'd been fantasizing about it for months now, and he was trembling and sweating with excitement. The only problem was, he didn't know quite how to proceed. He understood that he had to get his rigid little cock into Patty's cunt, but where was the hole? In all those juicy pink folds of flesh, he couldn't see it. Cursing under his breath, he seized his stiff young prick and jammed it around in the girl's hot mushy tissues, seeking entrance. His sharp hot touch stimulated Patty's sensitive labia, and she began to moan impatiently.
"Oh, hurry, hurry," she said, spreading her legs even wider. "I want to know what it's like."
"Me, too," Ron said desperately, "but I can't find the goddamn hole."
"Hole?" said Patty.
"Your cunt," said Jon. "Vagina. We can't see it."
"Oh," said Patty, "it's right here."
She reached down and parted her pink moist labial folds, and there it was, a tiny virginal dark mouth, trickling eager streams of juice. Ron gasped with excitement and stuck the shiny red head of his half-grown cock into the slick, inviting valley. He had a dizzying sensation of heat and wetness, of nipping eager flesh, but before he could push his prick inside her cunt, a thundering voice bellowed:
"Jesus H. Christ! Get OFF her!"
The three teenagers jumped a foot in the air, then whirled to see a tall, silver-haired man glaring down at them. His rugged face was red with fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you punks?" he said. "Get off her before I beat the shit out of you."
"Oh, Daddy," said Patty, "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
"Obviously," he snapped. "You get your ass in the house, young lady, and don't come out of your room till I tell you to. Go on." Patty jumped to her feet and raced inside the house. Then the powerfully muscled older man glared down at the twins. "I'm Henry Chase, Patty's father," he said. "Who the hell are you?"
"Ron and Jon Worth," squeaked Jon. "We just moved in next door, with our mother. Uh, sir."
"Then take me to your mother," Chase said grimly. "She and I are going to have a little talk."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Mother-uh, Trudy," said Ron. "Here's a man wants to talk to you."
Trudy turned from her dishwashing and stared. There were the twins, red-faced, disheveled, and frightened looking. Jon had his jeans on backward and Ron's T-shirt was inside-out, as if they'd .dressed in a terrible hurry. Behind them stood a tall, broad-shouldered man of middle age who looked like he was about to have apoplexy. His face was purple with rage and the veins in his neck were pulsing. Oh, God, thought Trudy, now what? It was only her second day as a mother, and already the job seemed like an endless string of crises.
"What happened?" she said.
"I suggest you send the boys out of the room, Mrs. Worth," said the silver-haired man. "I want to talk privately with you." .
"Very well," said Trudy, trying to sound calm. "Go to your room, boys, and I'll talk to you later."
Thoroughly intimidated, the twins obeyed at once. When they were gone, the man turned to her and said, "I'm Henry Chase. I live next door. I came home from shopping and found your sons just about to rape my daughter Patty."
"Rape?" said Trudy, her mouth falling open. "But the boys are only fourteen, Mr. Chase. Surely it couldn't have been that drastic."
Chase blushed. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I think Patty was cooperating a little. That girl's a handful, believe me. My wife died several years ago, and I just haven't been able to keep Patty in line since then. But the point is, Mrs. Worth, the three of them were about to, uh, do it-and I don't think we can allow that. They're only kids. My daughter's just fourteen, too."
Trudy shook her head wearily. "Oh, Mr. Chase, I'm so sorry," she said. "We have rather an odd situation here. My husband had custody of the boys since they were babies, and he died just last week. I hadn't seen the boys for fourteen years, and quite frankly, I know nothing about raising children. I'm afraid I haven't been very successful at disciplining them, but I've only been with them two days. Believe me, I'll try harder in the future. I agree, we can't let this kind of thing happen."
Henry Chase softened. "Well, well," he said, "I didn't realize you were so new to the job. I can understand how hard it is. Please forgive my anger.
I guess I could keep a closer eye on Patty, too. Don't fret about it. We'll work something out."
Privately, he would have liked to work something out with Trudy Worth very much. Now that his anger had passed, Chase was looking at her for the first time, and what he saw was a very sexy, voluptuous woman of about forty, just a few years younger than himself. He could hardly keep from staring at her huge, beautifully shaped breasts, and he felt a tingle of excitement in his prick as he thought of how she might look naked. A successful businessman who usually worked a twelve-hour day, Chase had had little time for women since his wife's death three years ago. He was exhausted when he came home from work, and there was Patty to take care of, so he never dated. That didn't mean he wasn't interested in sex. On the contrary, he missed his wife's presence in bed terribly, and sometimes his lust grew so overpowering that he either had to jack off or visit a call girl-neither one of which appealed to him much. He would much rather have had a regular mistress, or even to marry again, but he seemed to lack the time and energy to get something started. Looking at Trudy Worth, he felt that he might be able to find the time after all. He certainly wanted to get to know her better-much better.
The feeling was mutual. Although Trudy maintained a neutral, calm expression, she was inwardly excited by Henry Chase's powerful body and rugged features. An attractive widower, just about her own age, living right next door-it seemed the answer to all her problems. She needed a man to keep the boys in line and, even more urgently, she needed a man to satisfy the endless nagging lusts of her body. She thought of how it might be to have Henry Chase make love to her, and her whole pelvis melted with hot horniness. If only she could think of some way to attract him, to get him interested in her ... But Trudy had been raised to behave like a lady, never to make advances, so she only smiled.
"You're very kind, Mr. Chase," she said. "I appreciate your understanding. I promise, I'll try my best to keep the boys in line from now on." She wanted to invite him to stay a while, but she thought it might sound too forward.
"Well, thank you," he said. "And now I'd better go have a talk with Patty. She's going to be grounded for a while, believe me." He turned and started for the door, trying to think how he could arrange to meet Trudy again. He stopped, turned, and said awkwardly, "Uh, Mrs. Worth, perhaps if you're not too busy, you and I might go out for dinner sometime next week. Just to, ah, get acquainted."
Trudy blushed happily. "Why, thank you," she said, "I'd love to."
Chase grinned, turned, and walked into the wall with a loud crash. Cursing his clumsiness, he re-directed himself and fled out the back door. Trudy giggled. Already she liked this big man very much, and she was excited about seeing him again. Meanwhile, however, she had a grim task to attend to. She walked down the hall to the twins' bedroom and knocked on the door, then entered. Ron and Jon were sitting glumly on their beds.
"Well," she said sternly, "Mr. Chase just told me what happened. May I have an explanation?"
Jon shrugged. "I guess there isn't much of an explanation," he said. "I mean, it's true, we were making out with Patty. But she wanted us to, didn't she, Ron?"
"Yes," said Ron earnestly, "we didn't force her. We were just having fun."
"Fun?" said Trudy indignantly. "You could have made her pregnant. That wouldn't be much fun for any of us. Really, you boys should have more sense. You're far too young for sex."
Ron and Jon, who had hung their heads meekly up to this point, exploded in protest. "Too young?" one of them cried-Trudy couldn't tell which, they looked so much a-like. "That's bullshit! Why should adults monopolize sex?" The other cried just as fervently, "Yeah, it isn't fair. That's a load of crap. Why can't kids have fun, too? What right do you have to tell us how to use our own bodies?"
Trudy was taken aback. She realized that in some ways the boys were right, but on the other hand, she'd been raised to believe that sex is somehow wicked, that it isn't for children. "But, boys," , she said with a placating smile, "no one's trying to 'monopolize' anything. It's just that at your age, you don't understand the responsibilities involved. It's really an adult thing, don't you agree?"
"Hell, no," said Jon, leaping to his feet. "We can handle it."
"You bet we can," Ron said, getting up and looking indignant. "Let's prove it to her, Jon."
"BOYS." Trudy's brown eyes widened with surprise as she watched her angry sons striding across the room toward her. She didn't know just what they had in mind, but she was frightened. She whirled and ran for the door, but the husky boys were too quick and strong for her. They seized her arms and dragged her over to Ron's bed, forcing her down on her back. Trudy shrieked and tried to fight them off. "Boys," she said, "please, let me go. This isn't right."
"We're not letting you go," said Jon. "Not until we prove something to you. You seem to think we're just little kids, Trudy, but we're not. Maybe we're not full grown yet, but we feel just like a grown man does."
"Yeah," said Ron, "and we're going to show you. You can't treat us like babies. We can do anything adults can do."
Trudy had a terrible feeling that they meant every word they said. Both held her down with one hand, while with the other they managed to strip off their clothes. There could be no mistaking their intent now. Both had fierce erections, their half-grown pale cocks hugging their taut bellies and pointing straight up at the ceiling. Their rosy balls were swollen tightly. Instinctively Trudy crossed her legs and held them tight together. Was it possible that her own teenage sons were going to try to rape her? She'd die if that happened.
"Please, boys," she said, beginning to cry, "you don't have to do this. I believe you."
"Oh, sure," Jon said contemptuously. "You're just saying that so we'll let you go. But we're not letting you go till we prove that we're men."
"Right," said Ron. "Let's get her clothes off."
Trudy screamed, but in the thick-walled house there was no chance that any neighbors could hear her. She kicked and clawed, but the boys dodged her blows and began mercilessly ripping off her clothing. Her blouse, jeans, bra, panties, and slippers were torn away and flung aside, and then she was lying naked and blushing on the bed, weeping in protest. "Boys, this is a terrible thing to do to your own mother," she said. "A boy can't make love to his mother. It's against the law. It's immoral."
"Piss on that," said Ron, summing up the twins' attitude. Their father had taught them nothing about obeying the law or respecting society's moral code, because he hadn't wanted to argue with them, so Ron and Jon had made their own laws. Their fundamental rule was that anything fun is good. It looked like it might be a lot of fun to ball Trudy.
Her voluptuous mature body was so impressive that at first all they could do was stare at it. It was the first time they'd seen her naked in full daylight, and her mountainous white breasts seemed bigger than ever, huge jiggling globes of creamy blue-veined flesh, the nipples wide and vividly pink. The boys sighed deeply, and then Trudy felt hot sweaty little hands feverishly fondling her big quivering tits. "Oh, no," she whimpered, "please, no...."
No only was it immoral and illegal, Trudy was frightened because she didn't trust herself to hold out against all this erotic play. She knew herself all too well. She'd gone without a man far too long, and her pent-up lusts could far too easily carry her away. In just a few days' time she'd gotten powerfully turned on by the sight of her own sons naked, she'd responded to their naughty pussy-play in her dreams, and she'd eagerly jumped into bed with a total stranger, Buck Stevens. There was no telling what she might do now, if the boys continued to arouse her. She only knew that if she responded to them even a little, she'd be crushed with guilt later. She was their mother, after all, and it was her sacred duty to teach them morality. She couldn't start off their relationship with incest. It was just too awful, too disgusting.
"Boys, stop," she wept. "Please, let's talk it over, work something out, but don't DO this."
Ron and Jon paid no attention. They leaned heavily on her writhing shoulders, pinning her down to the bed, while they feverishly pawed her huge jiggling tits, the great doughy mounds of soft flesh which dwarfed their hands. Jon bent down and began to tongue her nipple, remembering how much Patty had enjoyed the touch of his tongue, and Trudy felt a sharp dizzying jolt of pleasure that shot from her sensitive nipple all the way to her awakening cunt. She felt her vaginal muscles contracting powerfully, felt the first flow of hot cream, and suddenly she felt hornier than she'd ever been in her life. Her pussy juice bubbled out to make a large puddle on the bed, and she wept with frustration. Ron bent and tongued her other nipple, and Trudy's body went hot with arousal, a mottled pink flush spreading over her creamy skin. Why must she be turned on to the twins? Why did they excite her so? She could never make love to them. That would be incest, and she would never be able to live down the guilt of it.
Still she couldn't stop whimpering her pleasure as the handsome teenagers licked and sucked noisily on her big pink nipples, and she helplessly writhed with lust. Her nipples grew taut and stiff under the boys' tongues, and her hungry pussy ached to be filled, Wtih feverish eyes she glanced back and forth at the erect adolescent pricks on either side of her head, stiff little white fingers with red heads weeping pearly cream. She thought of taking those hot little pokers into her famished cunt, one after the other, of being stiffly and furiously fucked by two eager teenage boys-and the very idea almost made her explode in violent orgasm. Oh, God, she needed it so badly ... She. knew she couldn't do it, however, could never commit such a terrible sin. Somehow she must make the boys stop.
"You go first," said Ron, "like we agreed."
"Right," said Jon.
Trudy opened her eyes and saw Jon seizing his rigid little dick and eagerly eyeing the fluffy patch of her mons. He was getting ready to fuck her, and she had to think of some way to stop him. She knew she couldn't struggle loose because the boys together were too strong for her. If only she could distract them, create a chance of escape....
"Boys, wait a moment," she said.
Ron and Jon looked at her in surprise. Her voice was warm and husky and inviting, and she was smiling at them in an unmistakably sexy way. It appeared that they had turned her on, made her too horny to care about anything else. Trudy grinned naughtily and let her long lovely legs fall open, so they could see her soaked red slit. "I know you want to fuck me," she said, "and I'm just dying to fuck both of you. But let's really have some fun. Just plain balling is kind of a drag. It's a lot more fun if you have some foreplay."
"What's that?" the twins chorused excitedly.
"Oh, all kinds of nice things people can do to each other before they fuck," said Trudy. "Would you like me to show you some?"
"YEAH," said the twins. It was already a lot more fun now that Trudy had decided to cooperate. The boys were eager to learn whatever she could teach them.
"All right," said Trudy. "Jon, come here. I want you to sit on my chest, but not too hard. Yes, that's right."
Puzzled but eager, Jon gingerly straddled his mother's heaving breasts and sat down gently. Her huge tits felt wonderfully hot and cushiony against his naked nuts. When he was in position, his rigid little cock was directed right at her mouth. Trudy grinned wickedly and seized his hardened dick, pulling it down to meet her pink tongue. She lapped up all the oozing cream from his tender glans, and Jon gasped with pleasure. He recalled now how the real estate man had made Trudy suck his cock, how wildly the big man had enjoyed it, and his heart pounded with anticipation.
"Are you gonna suck it?" he asked eagerly.
Trudy nodded. "Yes, dear, I'm going to take your peter in my mouth and suck it till you cum. Don't be afraid. It will feel very nice."
"Oh, wow," said Jon, "I'm not afraid. Please, hurry up and do it, Trudy." In his eagerness, his cock dribbled another stream of juice, and Trudy grinned and licked it all up, swallowing it as if she loved the taste. In fact, to her surprise, she did enjoy it. She'd never liked sucking adult cocks-they were too big and strong-tasting and ugly. But sucking Jon's sweet little dick seemed very exciting to her, and she liked the light salty flavor of his cream. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth as she opened wide and prepared to take him in.
"Will you do it to me next?" said Ron. He fairly squealed with impatience and excitement.
"Of course, darling," said Trudy. "Now just be patient till I finish blowing your brother."
Ron sighed and tried to hold still, cocking his head for a better view of the action. He watched intently as Trudy fastened her lips around the red creaming head of Jon's immature prick and slowly sucked it into her mouth, all the way to the lightly furred base. Jon's pink fat balls came to rest against her chin, and he moaned with sharp pleasure. Then Trudy began to suck his dick, a swift, powerful, noisily slurping action that made Jon whinny with excitement.
"How does that feel?" said Ron, unable to contain himself. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" said Jon shrilly, his eyes rolling crazily. "It's fantastic. Jesus, it feels good. Oh, man, ohhh...." He couldn't say anything more, at least nothing coherent. His eyes closed, his face reddened, and he began to grunt and moan and pump his hips in a swift fucking motion, working his pale little peter furiously in and out of his mother's juicy sucking mouth. His nails dug into her shoulders as he sought to steady himself, and his tight little ass bounced up and down on Trudy's great cushiony tits.
Trudy sucked his cockhead as fast and hard as she could, hoping to bring him off quickly. The idea had been to have the boys cum in her mouth, just to keep their cocks out of her cunt-somehow blowing them didn't seem nearly so evil as balling them. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, but in fact she found that she loved the stiff little presence of Jon's busy cock on her tongue. She was actually looking forward to the hot blast of his boyish sperm. She couldn't understand why this was so, since she hated to taste adult cum, but there it was.
She loved sucking his cock, and her pussy glowed and ached with lust as she busily mouthed him.
"Christ. Oh, Jesus. Oh. Ohhh, OHHHHH!" Jon shouted and bucked his hips with blinding speed, working his frantic little cock in the hot soup of her mouth, completely carried away with the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced. He was so excited, it didn't take him long to cum. He yelped sharply, and then Trudy felt her mouth and throat flooded with his delicious juices. She salivated heavily, then eagerly swallowed their combined liquids, while Jon squealed and humped and shot more cum into her throat. At last his little prick went limp and empty, and the sated boy sighed and rolled off her to writhe on the bed.
"Holy shit," he said, "that was out of sight."
"My turn," cried Ron, leaping onto the bed. "Hurry, Trudy, blow me."
"Let's try it another way," Trudy said, just as eagerly. "Lie on your back." She was rather startled by her own lust and lewdness, but she couldn't hold herself back. She could hardly wait to get at his rigid little cock, and she found herself drooling onto his belly as she lowered her head and fastened her hot lips around his creamy little glans. Ron gasped with delight and flung his legs open wide, giving her plenty of room to work, and Trudy went down on him hungrily, taking his stiff little prick all the way inside her hot wet mouth. His boycock was just the right size for sucking, not to thick to strain her lips, not too long to butt her throat and make her gag. His dick tasted sweet, and she loved the fat, jerking presence of his little prick on her tongue. Her sucking was slurpy and squishy, loud and fast. Jon lay beside them on the bed and watched in total fascination. Trudy's mammoth jugs hung down, swaying heavily, and he reached out to play with them while she blew his brother, but he didn't take his eyes off the main action.
Just like his twin, he grew red in the face, his eyes rolled wildly, and he helplessly pumped his hips in the motions of fucking. His balls swelled up almost to bursting, rubbing tautly against Trudy's chin as she eagerly labored over him, her glossy head bouncing up and down. Ron felt his horny little prick encased in velvety tissues, in fierce wet heat, and it felt so good that he took less than a minute to cum. There was no way he could hold out longer than that, although he very much wanted to. It took him by surprise. His balls clenched almost painfully, and then the cum was rippling up his jerking cock and squirting into Trudy's mouth, load after steamy load. When he went limp, she raised her head, grinned, and licked her lips clean.
"There, boys," she said sweetly, "that should hold you for a while. I have to go finish my dishes. By the way, Patty is grounded, so I feel it's only fair that you should be grounded, too. You're to stay in your room for the rest of the day."
The dazed twins watched her leave the room and lock the door. "I think we were conned," said Jon exhaustedly.
"Yeah," said Ron, "but what a way to go."
Trudy got to the kitchen before bursting into tears of shame and guilt. Even if she had kept the boys from fucking her, she'd still done a terrible wicked thing. To make matters worse, she was violently horny, and she knew she wouldn't be able to think or work till she did something about it. She could bring herself off with her fingers, as she'd done on many lonely nights in the past, but her fingers always seemed inadequate, lacking the full deep penetration she craved. Dizzily she looked around the kitchen and spotted a giant salami she'd bought that morning. With a gurgle of desperate lust, she seized the huge sausage and stuffed it brutally up her wet, hungry cunt, sawing it back and forth like a giant cock.
"Oh, God," she wailed, "yes, yes, YES----"
CHAPTER SIX
"This is a drag," said Jon.
"I hear you," said Ron, "but what can we do about it?"
The boys had been locked in their room all day and evening, as punishment for their little adventure with Patty Chase. Trudy had brought them dinner on a tray but had ignored their pleas to be released. Now it was eight o'clock, dark outside, and they were bored pissless.
"Listen," said Jon, "to hell with this. I can't stand it another minute. Trudy must be watching TV, maybe even in bed by now, and she won't be back. Let's sneak out the window and get ol' Patty."
"Great idea," said Ron, jumping off his bed. "Let's go. We can make dummies out of our pillows, so if she does come to check, she'll think we're asleep."
The boys arranged the beds, turned out the light, and snuck out of the window.
It was a warm Indian summer night, fragrant and exciting. They ran silently across the lawn which connected their house with the Chases' and snuck into the back yard. Looking up at the second story, they saw a lighted window with frilly curtains.
"That's gotta be Patty's room," said Ron. "Give me a boost, then I think I can get up that drain pipe."
"Right," said Jon. He bent down so his brother could stand on his shoulders, and then, with some effort, hoisted Ron high enough to grab the pipe. Ron went up it like a monkey and got close enough to tap lightly on the window. Patty's face appeared almost at once, and when she saw Ron, she grinned broadly.
"Meet us in the back yard," Ron said, and Patty nodded vigorously. He slid back down the drain pipe, and presently Patty snuck out the back door and joined the boys. She was wearing hip-hugger jeans which flattered her taut, tan belly and a red halter so skimpy that the twins could see the brownish shadow of her pointed little nipples.
"My Dad's still awake," she said, "so we can't stay here. He might hear us. Come with me."
The boys followed Patty through the shrubbery, and presently they came to a small playhouse at the back of the yard. They had to stoop to get in the door, but inside their heads just brushed the ceiling. It was a well-equipped playhouse. Patty switched on an electric light, and the boys saw that the place was carpeted, curtained, and even had a small sleeping pallet in the corner.
"Pretty nice, huh?" said Patty. "Dad built it for me when I was a little kid. I don't use it much any more, though."
"I think we could make good use of it now," said Jon, grinning mischievously.
Patty frowned. "Not so fast. You guys got me in a lot of trouble today. I've been grounded for the whole weekend. I'm not even supposed to leave my room."
Ron shrugged. "Same here, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun."
"Just what do you mean by 'fun'?" said Patty suspiciously.
"Well," said Jon, "for openers, we could take up where we left off this afternoon."
"I don't know about that," said Patty. "What if he catches us again?"
"So what?" said Ron. "All he can do is ground you, and that didn't stop you from being here."
Patty thought it over and smiled. "I guess you're right. I kinda like your way of thinking, fellows. You think a lot like I do."
"You mean, not taking any shit from adults?" said Jon.
"Right," said Patty. "Kids should have a lot more freedom."
"We agree," said Ron. "So let's start being free. Let's take off our clothes."
"What does that have to do with being free?" said Patty.
"Well," said Jon, laughing, "it makes you free of clothes, doesn't it?"
Patty laughed, too. "I guess it does. Okay, I'm game."
She began to strip, and the twins quickly followed suit, tripping over their clothes in an effort to undress and watch Patty at the same time. Her slim little figure seemed quite childish in comparison to Trudy's mature body, but it was nonetheless enticing to the virginal boys. Perhaps, with just a little luck, tonight would be their night to score. Patty tossed aside the last of her clothing and stood before them, blushing but brave, her sweet tiny tits quivering slightly.
"Now, this doesn't mean you guys are gonna get away with anything," she said firmly.
"I know, I know," said Jon. "We hear that all the time."
"All girls are a-like," Ron said dismally.
"Just what do you mean by that?" said Patty.
"We mean," said Jon, "that girls lead you on, but then they don't come through. Women are all cockteasers."
"Bullshit," said Patty. "I'm not."
"Then prove it," said Ron.
Patty chose instead to change the subject. She walked over and sat down on the sleeping mat, her pert little tits jiggling, and said, "It sure was a nice warm day. For October, I mean."
The twins were not to be distracted from their mission, however. They approached the sleeping mat and sat down on either side of Patty. Jon laid his hand on her slim, tan thigh, and Ron put his arm around her smooth shoulders. Already the youths' pale young cocks were half erect, just from the stimulus of sitting next to a naked girl. Patty noticed the milk-white organs twitching and swelling, and her eyes widened.
"Hey," she said, "look at that. They're both growing. Does that mean you guys are horny?"
"Yep," said Jon succinctly.
Patty squirmed nervously between the two aroused boys. "Well, I can dig it," she said, "but I still don't think it's a good idea for me to go all the way with you. Daddy gave me quite a lecture today about it. He says I might get pregnant."
"Wrong," said Jon, coming up with a lie almost instantly, "you're too young. We're too young. There's nothing to worry about."
"Right," said Ron. He slid his arm all the way around Patty and touched one of her newly budding breasts, gently fondling and squeezing it. "Come on, Patty," he said soothingly, "let's do it. It'll be a lot of fun."
Meanwhile Jon slipped his hand into Patty's crotch, sought out her tiny moist clit, and began to play with it. The girl looked dizzily from one brother to the other, torn between her father's lecture on morality and the delicious feeling of having her tits and pussy stimulated. She leaned back against Ron's shoulder, so that now he could reach both her sensitive breasts, and she let her slim legs fall open a little wider, so Jon could move his busy hand from her clit through her labia to the wet little mouth of her cunt. It felt so nice to be touched that way, she just couldn't bring herself to stop, at least not for the moment. Dazedly she reached down and gingerly touched both the boys' semi-erect pricks.
"Is it okay if I play with them?" she asked.
"Oh, sure," said Jon. "We like that."
"Just be gentle," said Ron. "Play all you want."
Patty was amazed to find the hard-looking organs very soft and warm and silky, a pleasure to touch. She ran her hand up and down the smooth shafts, and under her fingers she felt the taut flesh growing ever hotter and more rigid. Both little peters rose gradually till they nudged the palm of her hand impatiently and left little wet smears of dribbling cream. Patty curled her fingers around the hard little organs and began to pump them harder, till gradually the wrinkled foreskins worked back and revealed the cherry red glans and the drooling little holes at the very tips. She lazily smeared the oozing cream all around with the tip of her finger, making both cocks shine. Her curiosity led her to reach lower, touching the twins' rosy fat balls, gently squeezing them to test their weight and texture. These, too, were a pleasure to touch.
Meanwhile the twins were getting desperately horny. Patty's innocent touch was exciting them powerfully, as was the sight of her naked, pretty body w-edged warmly between them. Ron bent down and flicked her light brown nipple with the wet tip of his tongue, and Patty moaned happily at the pleasant sensation. He fastened his lips around the soft nipple and began to suck it, and the pretty teenager whimpered with pleasure, her tender nipple growing hot and erect in response to his hungry wet sucking. Jon wriggled his finger stiffly into her narrow wet vagina and began pumping it in and out like a miniature cock. Patty moaned and creamed hotly all around his probing finger, and he felt her powerful young cunt muscles gripping and tugging it, trying to draw it deeper inside her belly. She began to whimper and cream steadily, and the hornier she got, the less she could remember of her father's stern lecture against fucking. It seemed to make no sense that something so delicious could be wrong.
Patty sighed deeply and sank back onto the sleeping mat, oblivious to everything but the beautiful sensations she was getting from her tits and pussy. Lying there on her back, she closed her eyes and grinned lustily as Ron bent over her and sucked her sweet little tits wetly and noisily, and Jon parted her slim legs and began to tongue her bright red clit. Sharp sensations of pleasure radiated from the tender tips of her brown nipples and the erect, moist shaft of her clitoral bud, warming and melting her whole body. Patty had necked with boys a few times and sometimes she'd gotten a little aroused, but never anything like this. For the first time in her young life she felt powerful sexual urges, the need to go all the way. Almost without being conscious of it, she opened her legs wider and wider, giving plenty of working room to Jon's busy wet tongue, and she began to move her hips gently in the motions of fucking. Her tiny virgin cunt creamed hotly and steadily, and she twined her fingers tightly in Ron's long hair as he nibbled and sucked her swollen little boobs. She just couldn't stop now. It felt too good, much too good....
Ron and Jon observed the growing puddle of juice between Patty's legs, which they now understood to be a sign of female arousal. They saw the rosy flush of her sweet little body, the sensual grin on her pixie face, and the way her small breasts and nipples had swelled up under the stimulus of Ron's busy mouth. The scarlet tissues between her legs were puffed up and brightly wet with her pussy juices, and her slim hips moved rhythmically in time to Jon's stroking tongue. It was time. The twins glanced at each other and nodded. There was no debate about who went first, since it was already agreed that Ron would have first crack at Patty, and Jon at Trudy. Winking at his twin, Ron slowly rolled over on top of Patty and settled with a deep sigh between her legs.
Patty felt the warmth and weight of Ron's muscular young body settling down on top of her, and she knew she should call a halt to things at once, but she was too dizzy with pleasure, too eager for more, to say a word. She felt the wet tickle of his hard cockhead as he poked around, seeking her vagina, and still she couldn't bring herself to say no. Then she felt a sudden tightness around the wet hair-fringed mouth of her virgin cunt, felt something slim but rock-hard pushing into her, and heard Ron's rapid excited breathing. She'd heard that it hurt a girl the first time, but she felt no pain, only a delicious sensation of being stuffed and penetrated. She creamed in scalding floods all around his steadily advancing cock, and she instinctively flung her legs around his waist to pull his dick in deeper.
"Oooooo," she moaned, "ooooo, yes, YES, that feels great. I want it...."
Ron was just as excited as Patty. He sweated with horniness as he worked his cock for the first time into a vaginal sheath, delighted to find it so hot and tight and slick. At last his balls came to rest against her firm little ass, and he looked at his brother in amazement and joy.
"My cock's in," he said wonderingly. "I actually did it. I'm not a virgin any more."
"Whoopee," said Jon, not very sympathetically. "Will you for chrissake get on with it, so I can have my turn?"
Ron grinned and fell to work. He wasn't sure just how fast to move his cock once he got it inside her little twat, but Nature soon showed him. He merely followed his instincts, moving his cock in the way that pleased him most, a quick short jabbing motion in Patty's mushy tight little fuckhole, which seemed to delight her as well.
"Oh, yes," she squealed, "that really feels great. Keep doing it fast, hard ... Ohhh...."
She clung fiercely to him, digging her nails into his shoulders, but Ron didn't even feel it. He knew only the wonderful red-hot friction he was creating by digging his hungry young prick ravenously back and forth in her wet velvet tunnel. Hot pleasure shot through him with every stroke, melting his loins, making him gasp shrilly. His small white buttocks flew, his belly slapped loudly against hers, and his rosy balls bounced wildly as he fucked the squealing eager girl for all he was worth. Balling was tremendous fun, and he knew he'd never be content with anything less from now on.
"Oh, man," he panted to his brother, "this is just fantastic, Jon. You gotta try it. Oh, Jesus, wow, aaahhh...."
"I'm sure as hell gonna try it," Jon said impatiently, "if you ever finish."
It seemed like a million years to Jon, whose own cock was ready to burst with horniness, but in fact it was less than a minute before Patty and Ron popped off. The kids were so lusty, so excited, that they couldn't hold out longer than that. First it was Patty, screeching, slamming her pussy back and forth to meet Ron's busily sawing dick, her eyes rolling crazily as she experienced her very first orgasm. She'd heard about "cumming," but hadn't realized how powerful and delightful it really was. She creamed hotly and steadily as she came, wailing her sharp pleasure and working her hot little cunt furiously all around Ron's rigid little prick. This in turn brought Ron off. He gasped as the thunderous climax hit him, and then he was whining and fucking Patty with blinding speed as he shot his boy cum load into her virgin womb. His abundant boycum overflowed her tiny cunt and pooled out to wet the blanket beneath them. He collapsed in her arms, red faced and panting, grinning broadly.
"I did it," he said proudly, "I actually balled a girl."
"Wonderful. Congratulations," said Jon. "Now roll the hell off and let me do it."
Ron was so exhausted, however, that his brother had to drag him off Patty's flushed body. His limp little prick, rosy from friction, slipped from her tight nipping cunt with a loud slurp, then fell sleepily to rest against his thigh. Ron settled down next to Patty and propped his head on his hand to watch the action.
Patty seemed more than eager to take on a second partner. Like most women, she was capable of more than one climax in a short time, and already her lusty young body was eager for more. The puddle of cum on the bed was streaked with her virginal blood, but Patty felt no pain, her lust and enjoyment far outweighing any discomfort. She grinned naughtily at Jon and opened her arms to him. His pale young prick was pointing straight at the ceiling, dribbling hot cream, and as she thought of taking that stiff little sausage into her greedy pussy, her vaginal juices spurted out in a flood, steamy and abundant.
"Hurry, Jon," she said, "I want to make it with you, too."
Jon was doing his best, but was facing a common difficulty. Even though he could see her weeping vaginal mouth, even though he'd touched it and located it before, he couldn't seem to get his cock in there. He lay over Patty, humping and panting, working his rigid dick blindly in her mushy vulva, but the fucker wouldn't go in. He was just about to whine with frustration when, by a lucky stroke, he hit the mark. He felt his hungry meat slipping into a tight hole, well juiced with his brother's fresh cum, wonderfully hot and slick and clinging. Patty was well lubricated from her first fuck, and he quickly plunged his prick all the way up her tiny cunt, his balls sliding to rest against her tiny ass. It seemed to good to be true, and Jon drew back a little to check. Sure enough, his pale rigid prick was lodged in Patty's hair-fringed little fuckhole. She lay there grinning at him, her slim legs flung wide apart, impaled on his prick.
"Oh, wow," he said.
"Isn't it great?" said Ron.
"Jesus, yes," said Jon. "So fuckin' tight-and hot. It's like an oven in there."
"Will you two stop talking?" said Patty, squirming impatiently. "Come on, Jon, ball me. I want it NOW."
Jon and Ron winked at each other, and then Jon eased himself down again onto Patty's hot slim body and began to move his pelvis as he'd seen his brother do, a swift slamming motion that made his rigid little cock jab and poke fiercely in and out of Patty's mushy hot little prick hole. She squealed with delight, and Jon felt the scalding burst of her cream all around his fiercely probing dick. She instinctively used her tight young vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock and get more delicious friction, but she was so wet that the result was an obscene slurping and sucking noise which made everybody giggle.
"Sounds like a cow walking through mud," said Ron.
"Oh, will you shut up?" said Patty, snickering. "We're supposed to be fucking, not cracking jokes. Come on, Jon, DO it to me."
"I am, I am," said Jon, sweating and panting.
He set to work in earnest, disregarding the loud slurping and sucking sounds as his virgin cock reamed and raked her tiny wet cunt. His hips flew, his balls slapped loudly against her taut buttocks, and Patty wailed with delight and wrapped her legs tightly around him, just as she'd done with his brother. Her pussy slammed back and forth in time to his strokes, her strong young cunt nipped and squeezed his eager meat, and Jon found that it was almost impossible to keep from cumming.
"Oh, Jesus," he whined, "I'm gonna shoot, Can't hold back...."
He did hold back, however, in surprise, as Patty suddenly arched her little body sharply and gave a piercing scream. For a moment the brothers thought she was in pain, but as they watched, she worked her pussy more violently than ever, slamming it eagerly up and down Jon's impaling meat, and she creamed great floods of cunt juice, her childish face twisted in a snarl of lust.
"Oooooo," she shrieked, "I'm cumming again, oooooo, AAAGGGHHH...."
Jon kept fucking her, following the fierce rhythm of her slamming cunt, and in another second he felt his balls tightening, a hot race of sperm up the buried shaft of his cock, and then the blinding burst of pleasure as he began to shoot his cum load, jet after jet, into Patty's gasping womb. He yelped and groaned as he humped her in his frantic final spasms, till at last his balls were empty and his prick slipped limp and exhausted from her tight nipping sheath. He rolled off her with a great sigh of fulfillment.
"Holy shit," he said. "That was even better than I heard."
"Yeah, it was," said Ron. "Really fantastic. Did you enjoy it, Patty?"
"Enjoy it?" she said, wide-eyed and flushed. "I LOVED it. Let's do it again."
Ron and Jon discovered, for the first time, that a cock doesn't necessarily perform on command. Both boys were willing and eager to have another round with Patty, but their pale damp pricks refused to stand up. The twins tried pumping their exhausted dicks with their fists, then had Patty play with them, but it was no go. A certain amount of time was required for recuperation, they realized.
"Shit," said Ron, "I guess we'll just have to wait till tomorrow. Could we meet here again, Patty, as soon as it gets dark?"
"Sure," said Patty, "I'll be here. But in the meantime I have to DO something. I'm so horny I could scream." She glanced wistfully at the boys' sleepy soft little pricks. "Guess I'll have to do what I always do when I'm horny," she said.
"What's that?" said Jon.
"Jack off," said Patty.
"Oh, bull," said Ron. "You can't jack off without a cock."
"Oh, yes, you can," Patty purred as she seized her tiny red clit and began to rub it.
The twins watched in amazement. They certainly were learning a lot about women the last couple of days.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Trudy awoke the next morning feeling strangely unrested, even though she'd gone to bed early and the twins had given her no more trouble. She couldn't understand it, until she felt the aching warmth in her cunt. Horny again-that always made her feel weary, because there was so little she could do about it. She blushed hotly and almost wept with shame as she recalled the terrible thing she'd done the night before in the insanity of her lust, sucking off her twin sons, then bringing herself off with that huge salami. My God, she really must have been desperate to do such an outlandish thing.
Well, she was desperate again, but in the sober light of morning she couldn't bring herself to approach the boys. Certainly they were willing enough to engage in sex play with her, the horny little imps, but Trudy felt almost sick at the thought of making it with her own sons. It was just out of the question. She'd have to masturbate, as unsatisfactory as it was. God, how she needed a lover ... Wistfully she snaked her hand down under the covers and touched the moist springy hairs on her mons. She was just wriggling her finger between the hot meaty lips, seeking out her clit, when the bedroom door flew open and the twins came bounding into the room.
"Good morning, Trudy," they said.
"Oh, good morning, boys," she said. "You're up early."
"Yeah, and we fixed our own breakfast, too," said Ron.
"We thought you might like to sleep in," said Jon.
"How nice of you," said Trudy, smiling affectionately. They might be a couple of devils, but perhaps there was hope for them yet. "It's Sunday, no school," she said. "Maybe we could do something fun together, like ride out to Disneyland."
The boys snickered. "We'd sure like to do something fun with you, Trudy," said Jon, "but that isn't exactly what we had in mind."
"Nope," said Ron, "we thought of something better. We won't even have to leave the house."
The boys bounded over to the bed, one on each side, and slipped under the covers to block Trudy in. She felt eager hot hands creeping over her big swollen breasts, and horniness overcame her in a flood. Oh, please, she thought, don't let me give in....She needed to be fucked so badly, but she just couldn't do it with her own sons, mere kids of fourteen. She'd never live down the guilt and shame of having committed incest. Her body ached for the twins' stiff little pricks, but her conscience protested shrilly.
"Boys," she said sternly, "stop this at once. Get out of my bed."
The sweaty little hands rubbed more firmly over her huge sensitive tits. "Aw, come on, Trudy," said Ron, "let's do it. It'll be so much fun."
You're telling me, Trudy thought miserably.
"No, boys," she said, "I won't do it. It's wrong. A boy can't do it with his own mother, and that's final. Now, get out of my bed. I'm sending you two on an errand, to use up some of that energy. There's a grocery list and some money in the kitchen. The store is about five blocks down our street. Get going, unless you want to spend another day grounded."
They went. They knew by now that Trudy meant business, that she was the disciplinarian their father had never been. Sulkily the twins left the house and started down the street. "Shit," said Jon, "I don't think we're ever gonna score with her."
"She sure is stubborn," said Ron. "I can't figure why she's holding out. She wants it, we want it, so what's the fuss?"
"Oh, some screwy adult notion," said Jon. "They get some real crazy ideas sometimes. It's called 'morality' or some dumb thing."
"Well, there's got to be a way around it," said Ron. "We know we can make her horny, remember that time when she was sleeping? I think we oughta go back and try again."
"Or we could wait till tonight and get it on with Patty," "said Jon. "She's a sure shot."
"You really wanta wait that long?" said Ron.
"Nope," said Jon, turning around and heading back for the house. "No, I don't."
Meanwhile Trudy had watched the boys walk away down the block, and when they were out of sight she returned to her bed, sighed deeply, opened her legs, and began to rub her clit. All she could think of was her powerful lust, and she had to do something about it before she could begin the day's work. She hated to masturbate-it was childish, and it didn't really do the job, but she had to have some relief, no matter how small. Her clit responded readily to her quick rubbing, and her grateful cunt spewed out its hot juices. Trudy moaned with pleasure. She was just on the verge of a much-needed climax when the doorbell rang.
"SHIT," said Trudy.
She looked around for something to wear and grabbed the first thing she saw, a filmy white negligee. She hadn't worn it in a long time, and she'd forgotten that you could see right through it. She tied it hastily and hurried to the front door.
Flinging the door open, she found Buck Stevens standing on the porch, grinning like mad.
"Why, Mr. Stevens," she said, "what are you doing here? I thought we'd concluded our business."
"Call me Buck," he said. "We may have concluded our business, little lady, but we ain't concluded our pleasure."
His watery eyes were bulging as he ogled her voluptuous figure. Shit, you could see right through her gown, and there was plenty to see-the sweet dark patch of her mons, the breathtaking curve of her waist and hips, and the biggest, most beautiful boobs he'd ever had the pleasure of fondling. Buck hadn't really intended to come back again. His fourth wife, a horny little redhead of eighteen, was plenty for one man to handle, and then there was his secretary, an insatiable blonde who'd been his mistress for many years. But he couldn't get Trudy out of his mind. That big cushiony body of hers, her desperate horniness, were things that excited him very much. He just had to fuck her again.
Trudy followed his gaze and saw, to her horror, that her negligee was sheer. She stepped back into the house to hide herself, and as she did so, Buck stepped right along after her. "Now, Mr. Stevens," she said urgently, "please understand that I'm not going to have an affair with you. Once was enough. You're a nice man, but I don't want you coming around all the time. It would be a bad influence on the boys."
"I agree," said Buck, "but I saw the boys heading uptown. So I can't be a bad influence this morning. Just one quick fuck, that's all I want, and I won't bother you again. Come on, baby, let's do it. I bet you want it, too."
As a matter-of-fact, she wanted it so badly she could have screamed. She remembered Buck's huge hard cock, his rough and Vigorous fucking, and if she hadn't had some pride left, she would have thrown herself on the floor and opened her legs to him and begged him to ball her. The very thought of it made her go hot and dizzy all over, and streams of steamy cunt juice ran down her legs. The only thing that held her back was her dignity, which told her that she was not a whore, that she must be above jumping into bed with every man who came along.
"No, Buck," she said, "I won't do it. As a mother, I have a responsibility to behave decently, to set a good example for the boys. You'll have to leave."
"Bullsheee-it," said Buck succinctly.
He lunged for her, his crotch bulging ominously, and Trudy screamed and ran from the room. Buck was right behind her, his big feet pounding, his breathing loud and harsh. "You won't get away, honey," he said. "I'm gonna catch you and give you a fuckin' that'll leave you bowlegged."
Trudy creamed scalding rivers at the thought of it. It was just the kind of fuck she so desperately needed. Her conscience kept her running, however, and she fled down the hall, Buck in hot panting pursuit. She didn't know where she was going, just that she had to escape, and she found herself dashing into her bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it, just as Buck came panting up.
"Stand aside, little lady," he bellowed. "I don't want you hurt when I kick in this door."
Trudy screamed for him to stop, but before she could do anything else, the door burst open and Buck lumbered in, grinning insanely. Trudy screamed again and started backing away from him, right toward the bed. Buck's grin became even broader as he ogled her big ripe quivering jugs and the wet trails of pussy juice that streaked her thighs. She was cornered now. He unzipped his pants and tugged them down over his fierce huge erection, and Trudy's eyes widened as she helplessly gawked at his huge swollen prick. She licked her lips and trembled, and Buck saw another river of hot pussy cream trickling down her legs.
Still she shook her head and protested. "Oh, no, Buck, please."
He laughed good-naturedly. "Now, ma'am, there's no sense in that. I'm gonna fuck you, no matter what you do or say, so you might as well relax and enjoy it."
Trudy screamed and tried to run past him to the door, but Buck reached out with his long arms, seized her around the waist, and flung her face down on the big bed. Her big beautiful ass stuck up in the air, and before she could move, he'd flung up her negligee and rammed his enormous drooling cock between the plump folds of her buttocks.
"Hang on, baby," he snorted. "It's gonna be a rough ride."
The twins were almost back to the house when they saw Buck Stevens' car pull into the driveway. They watched him ring the doorbell, saw Trudy answer it and then back away, saw Buck grinning and pursuing her. "Hey, let's hurry," said Jon. "Looks like some action."
"Right," said Ron.
The twins sprinted the rest of the way to the house, then circled around the side where a French door provided a full view of Trudy's room. She'd neglected to pull the drapes, and the boys, crouching behind concealing shrubs, could see everything that happened.
"Quick," said Jon, "buy me some popcorn before the show starts."
"Oh, shut up," said his brother, giggling. "Here she comes."
They saw Trudy racing into the room, Buck kicking the door open, and his final victory, when he flung up her negligee, exposing her bare ass, and jammed his giant wet cock between her thighs. The French door was open a little, so the boys could hear the action, too.
"Holy shit," said Ron, "will you look at his cock? It must be two inches thick. Big as a horse."
"Shut up," said Jon. "I think he's getting it in."
Trudy's piercing wail told them that this was true. They saw Buck's sausage-thick pale meat nosing into her wet, hair-fringed hole, then slowly disappearing up her hot mushy cunt. The big beefy man was scarlet with excitement, and he grinned broadly and lewdly as he watched his swollen pale prick stretching and filling Trudy's violated vagina. The boys could see Trudy's face, too, and they saw her eyes rolling wildly, watched her pink tongue nip out to lick her lips, saw the slowly dawning grimace of pleasure on her handsome face. She wailed and moaned as Buck's prick slowly penetrated her, and when it was all the way in, his huge hairy balls resting against her thighs, she gave a deep sigh.
"Now, how's that, honey?" said Buck proudly. "A good fit?"
"Oh, my God," gurgled Trudy. "Oh, God, it feels so good...."
Buck chuckled. "Didn't I tell you it would? All that silly screaming and running around, you were just wasting time, baby. But we won't waste any more time. Tell me how you like this."
He began to saw his giant prick back and forth in her mushy, steaming hole, slowly but deeply, thrusting his huge cockhead against her quaking womb with every plunge. She creamed so heavily that even out in the yard the twins could hear the slow obscene slurp-slurp of Buck's huge poker as it reamed her tight cunt and forced out her cock-caressing juices. Trudy was cross-eyed with pleasure, her big boobs hanging down stiff with arousal.
"That good for you, honey?" Buck panted. "Oh, God, YES," Trudy moaned. "Yes, yes, don't stop, Buck, I love it. Keep on fucking me, balling me ... Oh, dear God, I need it so much...."
"See," Jon whispered to his brother, "what did I tell you? She's as horny as we are."
"I see it," said Ron, "but how come she won't make it with US? How come she'll ball him, and not us?"
"Beats me," said Jon, "except for that bit about not doing it with your own mother. She's uptight about that."
"I don't see what difference it makes," said Ron. "A fuck is a fuck. What does it matter who you do it with?"
Their conversation lapsed, however, as the scene in the bedroom got more noisy and vigorous. Unable to hold back any longer, Buck began to ball Trudy like a pile driver gone mad. His fat belly jiggled and slapped loudly against her upturned ass, his wiry-haired balls slapped noisily against her tender thighs, and the lewd slurp-slurp sound got much louder as his giant prick reamed her little cunt of its squirting juices. Buck made a lot of noise when he balled, and so did Trudy-squealing, moaning, shrieking her intense pleasure.
"Hey, what's going on?" a new voice said suddenly. "A cat fight?"
The twins whirled and saw that Patty had come up behind them. She was eating an ice cream cone and looking curious. "Get down, quick," said Jon, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the bushes with them.
"Hey, watch it," said Patty. "You'll make me drop my ice cream." Then she caught sight of what was happening in the bedroom, and she did drop her ice cream. She stared and stared, oblivious to the cold blob which fell into her lap.
"Oh, wow," she said at last.
"That's our mother," said Ron proudly.
"Who's the dude?" said Patty.
"Some real estate guy," said Jon. "Really hung, isn't he?"
Patty swallowed hard. "I don't see how she can stand it, taking that huge thing inside her, I mean. It's just too big. Wow, doesn't it hurt her?"
The twins chuckled. "Are you kidding?" said Ron. "Just watch her."
Trudy's face was, indeed, an interesting spectacle. While Buck balled her hard enough to rattle the whole king-size bed, her handsome features twisted grotesquely with lust and pleasure. Her big eyes rolled aimlessly in her head, her pink tongue lolled out, and her nostrils flared. She kept her broad white buttocks raised high, letting Buck's gigantic cock hammer deep into her, and she clawed the bed savagely. If anyone had still doubted her enjoyment of that brutal fucking, their doubts would have been dispelled by her husky, frantic words.
"Yes, yessss, YES," she gurgled. "DO it to me. Ball me, Buck, oh, yesss ... Aaahhh ... It's so good...."
"I'm mighty glad you like it, little lady," panted Buck, who was scarlet in the face and sweaty from exertion. "But I hope you cum soon. Lordy, I can't hold out much longer. You got the hottest little box I ever balled...." He couldn't say any more, he was out of breath. His eyes rolled back, and he continued to fuck her violently, making her huge tits shake and bounce. Trudy herself wondered how she could take such a brutal fucking, and she knew her cunt would be sore afterward. It seemed to be just what she needed, however, and the harder he did it to her, the more she liked it. Buck was in no danger of cumming before she did. Even as he warned her, Trudy was screeching loudly in a thunderous climax that rocked her lush body. Her pussy juices spewed out to wet his fat belly, and he felt her strong vaginal muscles gripping and squeezing his buried meat in a powerful series of convulsions.
"Holy Jesus," he panted, "you're crushing my dick, baby. Take it easy. Oh, Lordy, ohhhh...."
He gave a shrill whoop and began to hammer his cum into her, overflowing her tight cunt so that their combined juices flooded out to wet the bedclothes. He was banging her harder than ever, but Trudy responded only with a blissful smile. This was the only kind of fuck that could really fulfill her, after all the long years of doing without a man. She just wished she could find a man like Buck-strong, well-hung, and lusty-who also had some brains. She was grateful for this super fucking, however, and when Buck finally collapsed beside her, gasping and sighing, she playfully squeezed his limp wet cock in her hand.
"Hey, little lady," he said, laughing, "what's this? You lookin' to get laid again so soon?"
"No," said Trudy wistfully, "I don't believe in miracles."
Out in the bushes, the three teenagers hadn't recovered from their awe and wonder. "I just don't see how she could have enjoyed it," Patty said. "A cock that size would kill me. Do you think maybe he's built abnormally big or something? A freak?"
Ron and Jon exchanged glances. Both had the secret fear that Buck's huge dick was normal for an adult, and that they would never grow pricks that big, never be able to compete with the burly real estate man in seducing Trudy.
"Uh, don't you think you'd better be going now, Patty?" said Jon. "Your old man is probably looking for you."
"Oh, gosh, yes," said Patty, creeping away toward her own yard. "I'll see you guys tonight in the playhouse. Boy, I'm glad your peters aren't that big."
The twins reddened with chagrin. They would have given anything to have cocks as large as Buck's. "Oh, well," said Ron, when Patty had left, "we've still got some growing to do."
"Shit, I hope so," said Jon. "Hey, look, he's leaving."
After pawing Trudy's great white tits for a while, Buck dressed, popped a cigar in his mouth, and drove off. The twins watched Trudy lying on the bed, sighing wistfully and caressing her bruised pussy. It seemed incredible, but it certainly looked as if she wanted more, as if even Buck's furious powerful fucking hadn't quite satisfied her. Her voluptuous female body was displayed there, hot and waiting, and the teenage twins felt a tingle of excitement in their balls.
"Should we give it another try?" said Ron. "Let's," said Jon.
They began to tiptoe toward the open French door. Meanwhile Trudy lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling, steadily rubbing the sensitive wet nub of her clitoris. How could she possibly still be horny? It just didn't seem possible. Her cunt ached from Buck's bruising cock, and she'd just had a violent climax, yet she wanted more. She felt as if she'd just gotten started. What in the world was she going to do? No man could possibly satisfy a need like hers, and she didn't even have a man. It seemed hopeless. Wearily she rubbed her clit harder and harder, hoping to bring herself off again, so she could get her mind on other things, like making dinner for the kids. They'd be back soon. She'd have to hurry. Rubbing her wet little clit felt nice, but it wasn't doing the job. She needed heavy action, thick stuffing, something more like the real thing. In desperation she jammed a stiff finger up her soaked vagina, but she hardly felt it. She tried two fingers, and that wasn't much better. At last, weeping with frustration, she began working her whole fist into the hot mushy mouth of her cunt, and at last she got something approaching the size she needed.
"Ahhhh,God, yes...."she moaned.
She worked her clenched fist busily in her red-hot passage, and she creamed abundantly, soaking her hand. As she became more and more aroused, she spread her long legs wider and finally flung them up into the air. Her heart hammered, she was just on the verge of her desperately needed cum-when she realized, with a sickening shock, that she wasn't alone in the room. She let her legs fall heavily to the bed, but her fist was still w-edged up her furiously creaming cunt when she saw the twins standing there looking at her, not three feet away.
"Hi, Mom," said one of them. "Something we can help you with?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trudy wanted to die. What could be more humiliating, more awful, than to be caught like this? There she was, her whole fucking fist thrust up her cunt, and her twin sons were gawking and grinning at her. She'd never felt more horrified and ashamed in her life. She jerked her hand out of her soaked vagina with a loud lewd slurp and blushed scarlet.
"Boys," she said faintly, "it's very wrong of you to sneak up on people. I demand some privacy."
The twins grinned more broadly. "Gee, sorry about that, Trudy," said Ron, "but you looked like you needed help."
"I bet we could take care of it," said Jon. "Don't get up, we'll be right with you."
She thought it must be a nightmare, her two young sons quickly taking off their clothes, approaching the bed, preparing to make love to her, but it wasn't. Trudy screamed and leaped from the bed, ploughing past the grinning boys toward the door. She streaked down the hall with the twins in hot pursuit. No matter how horny she was, no matter how painful her lusts, she could never permit herself to take what the twins offered, satisfaction through incest. She wondered how in the world her ex-husband had raised the boys, to make them this way-immoral, without conscience, interested only in their own pleasure. She had to teach them that it just wasn't right to have sexual feelings about their own mother.
These thoughts were brief and fragmented, because Trudy had all she could do to keep ahead of the boys. Her long legs kept her in the lead, but the boys had more energy, and she felt herself tiring. If only she could lock herself in somewhere-the boys weren't as strong as Buck, they couldn't break down a door. Ahead of her, far down the hall, she saw a closet. If she could get there before the boys, she might have a chance. Too late, she saw the shoe someone had left in the hallway, and she couldn't avoid tripping over it. She fell headlong onto the floor, knocking the breath out of herself, and the next thing she knew, eager sweaty little hands were seizing her and dragging her somewhere.
Stunned by the fall, Trudy didn't come to her senses until the boys had dragged her back into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed. She felt some kind of activity, and then her eyes popped open in horror. The twins had found some of her stockings and had used them to tie her ankles to the bedposts. Now they were starting on her wrists.
"Oh, my God, NO," said Trudy, struggling to sit up.
"Hold her down," said Jon. "I've almost got it.
Ron seized his mother's shoulder and forced her back, while Jon succeeded in tying her left wrist to the bedpost. Then with Ron's help it was fairly easy for him to tie the remaining wrist. Trudy wept and screamed and struggled, but it was no use. The boys paid no attention to her frantic protests, and even her full strength couldn't rip the stockings that bound her. She lay on her back, helplessly tied, about to be raped by her own fourteen-year-old sons.
"Boys, for God's sake," she wept, "please, please think what you're doing. This could ruin your lives, and I know it will ruin mine. It's against all morality. Please, don't DO it."
Ron and Jon exchanged looks of amusement. "Aw, Trudy," said Jon, "you know that's a load of crap. We just want to fuck. No big deal. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it? Nobody's gonna know about it, so you don't have to worry."
"Enjoy ...?" Trudy said hoarsely. She couldn't believe it. She cursed her ex-husband for having warped the boys' minds. They were devils, perhaps beyond hope, and she was their helpless prisoner. She realized that crying and protesting would do no good. She could only submit and get it over with, because there was no way she could break loose. She closed her eyes, sick with horror, and waited for the incestuous act to begin.
"I'm first," said Jon.
"Right," said Ron, "but don't take too long. I'm dying to ball her."
The doorbell rang. "SHIT," said the twins, Ron quickly donned his jeans and went to see who was there. Meanwhile Jon held his hand over Trudy's mouth so she couldn't alert the visitor. Ron opened the front door, and there was their neighbor, burly, silver-haired Henry Chase.
"She likes to walk," said Ron. "She says she needs the exercise."
"Good idea," said Chase. "I should do more walking myself. Well, I'll come back later. When do you expect her?"
"Oh," said Ron, "I think about two hours should doit."
"Thanks," said Chase. "Tell her I was here."
"Sure," said Ron, closing the door and racing back to the bedroom.
There he found Trudy struggling violently, straining at the stockings that bound her, and making frantic noises in her throat. Jon was having a hard time muffling her screams. Trudy knew it was a miracle that Henry Chase had happened by, that it was probably her last chance to be rescued, and she could have screamed with frustration when he went away without suspecting anything.
When Jon finally removed his hand from her mouth, she glared at the twins and said, "You little animals, what in the world makes you thing you can get away with this? It's insane."
"Oh, I dunno," said Jon, grinning. "What're you gonna do about it, Trudy? Tell the whole world that you balled your own kids?" He and Ron broke into peals of laughter, and Trudy wept helplessly.
"Well, let's get on with it," said Jon, climbing up onto the bed beside his weeping mother. Trudy couldn't help glancing at his cock, and she was relieved to see that it wasn't hard yet. In spite of his daring words, he seemed a little intimidated by her. In fact Jon was pretty nervous. Making it with silly little Patty had been one thing, but doing it to a grown woman like Trudy was something else. She'd just had Buck's giant prick inside her, could she possibly be impressed by Jon's puny little boy fuck rod? Also, though Trudy wasn't much taller than he was, her body was much bigger, broader, and more lush, so that the boy felt like a dwarf about to make it with an Amazon. He wondered if he was really fit for the job, and he quickly thought of some delaying tactics.
"I want her to be hot first," he said to his brother. "Let's get her horny."
"Right on," said Ron, who was eager for any excuse to touch Trudy's magnificent adult body. He jumped up on the bed, too, and began to pet the springy moist hairs of his mother's reddish-brown snatch. So far Jon had done all the pussy-eating, both with Trudy and Patty, and Ron wanted to have his turn. He squeezed between her plump thighs before his brother could get there and snuggled down till his nose brushed her fragrant slit. It was the best view he'd ever had of a woman's genitals, and he decided to make the most of it, exploring her cunt very slowly.
"Hey," said Jon, "I was gonna do that."
"Tough," said Ron. "You can join me if you want, but I'm not moving."
Jon wriggled in beside his brother, tucked snugly between Trudy's legs, and the boys began to study her mysterious female parts. Ron gently pried apart the plump moist furry lips of her mons and exposed the tiny bright red button of her clit. "What is this thing, anyhow?" he said.
"I don't know exactly," said Jon, "but she calls it her clit. Girls dig being touched there, we know that much."
"Right," said Ron. "I'll give it a try."
"Better if you use your tongue," said Jon. "That really drives them wild."
Meanwhile Trudy continued to weep softly in protest, but the boys had tuned it out, and she knew it. She could expect no mercy, no rescuer. She had resigned herself to having intercourse with her own sons, but what worried her even more at this point was her own response. If Jon and Ron had just jumped on her and done it quickly, she could have remained unmoved, but the little fiends seemed determined to make her horny first, to make her enjoy it. She feared that she really would get turned on if they began to play with her pussy. That would be the final humiliation, not only to fuck her own kids but to love it. No, no, she just couldn't let that happen, she had to remain cold and unresponding....And yet when she felt the hot wet touch of Ron's tongue on her ultra-sensitive clit, fierce pleasure ripped through her body, and she had to clench her teeth in order not to cry out. His little hot tongue tickled deliciously around and around her wet slick clitoral shaft, and she felt her loins melt with lust. Still she kept silent. She must never let the twins know how much she enjoyed it.
"Ummm, doesn't taste bad," said Ron, licking Buck's cum off the tiny nub of her clit. He could feel it twitching and stiffening, growing hot and wet.
"Try sucking it," said Jon.
Oh, no, thought Trudy, no....
She stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, knowing in advance how great it was going to feel and how hard it would be for her not to shriek her pleasure. Then Ron's hot lips were seizing and tugging her erect little bud, bathing it deliciously in steaming saliva, sucking, sucking....Trudy's eyes rolled crazily, and she gurgled in her throat as thunderous waves of bliss rocked her body. Oh, God, if only he weren't her son, if only she could let go and enjoy the luscious pussy-eating....She managed to stifle her cries of ecstasy, but she couldn't prevent the furious hot juicing of her cunt, the wet swelling of her labia, and the aching erection of her aroused clit. At last Ron took his mouth away and contemplated his work.
"Hey," he said, "it grew." That was true. Trudy's bright red button seemed to have doubled in size, sticking up like a naughty little finger, tightly swollen and weeping hot cream.
"Good work," said Jon. "That means she liked it."
Trudy shuddered, It wasn't right for boys so young to know so much about female sexual response. If the kids were this way at fourteen, she hated to think what they'd be like as adults. She just had to do something about it, but for the moment she was helpless to act.
"What's all this stuff?" said Ron, fingering the pulpy pink folds of her labia.
"Beats me," said Jon, "but I think she likes to be licked there, too."
Oh, damn, thought Trudy.
Again she stiffened her body and clenched her teeth, not a moment too soon. The next thing she felt was Ron's stiff little tongue snaking mischievously back and forth in the sensitive pink convolutions of her labia, driving her almost crazy with pleasure. Though she managed to stifle her blissful cries, she could not prevent her immoral pussy from doing its work again, contracting violently and spitting out loads of hot sticky cream that hit Ron right in the face. He gasped and giggled.
"Does that mean I'm getting her hot?" he said.
"Yep," said Jon. "Keep it up."
"Okay," said Ron, "but I want to find her cunt."
"I think it's right here," said Jon.
Trudy stifled a gasp of pleasure as he seized the horny lips of her labia and pried them apart, uncovering the dark gasping mouth of her vagina. The hole looked very big to the twins compared to Patty's virgin cunt mouth, and they began to understand how a mature vagina could take in a cock as big as Buck's-or, for that matter, a whole fist. Wonderingly, Ron inserted two fingers, slowly pushing up into the steamy hole.
"Jesus," he said, "it's hot. And wet."
"Lick her there, too," said Jon. "She likes that."
Trudy sobbed and protested, but the boys didn't even hear her, they were so intent on their exploration of her pussy. She felt Ron's stiff wet little tongue wriggling into her frantically horny cunt, and she couldn't help moaning aloud. It felt so good, she wanted it so badly....Then she clenched her teeth again, determined not to give the little imps the satisfaction of knowing they'd turned her on. Ron's busy tongue pushed deeper and deeper into the wet furnace of her cunt, she creamed buckets of juice all around it, but somehow, biting her lips, she managed not to cry out.
It didn't do her much good. Even the young twins could tell that she was violently aroused. Ron withdrew his tongue, his face smeared with her cream, and the brothers grinned at each other. Then Ron trailed a finger downward from her weeping vaginal mouth to the brown bumpy surface of her anus. Winking at Jon, he wriggled the tip of his little finger inside the rosebud pucker and began to work it in and out like a miniature cock. He felt the tight mouth gripping his finger, felt the rectal lining going red-hot and slick. Trudy moaned helplessly for a second, then shut up, but not before another ocean of cream gushed from her cunt.
"Jesus," said Ron, "she even likes it THERE."
"Yeah?" said Jon. "Let me try it."
Ron gave way to his brother, and Trudy anticipated the invasion of another mischievous finger, but instead she squealed blissfully as she felt Jon's slick little tongue wriggling into her tight asshole. She'd never felt such intense pleasure before. Slick heat and pressure snaked farther and farther up her rectum, and she creamed helplessly, letting go a monstrous flood right in her son's face. Jon gasped and jerked his head from her pussy, then began to laugh.
"Man." he said, "she almost drowned me."
"Well, at least we got her hot," said Ron. "Let's fuck her now. Hurry, man, I'm dying for my turn."
Jon was still a little nervous about mounting Trudy's big lush body, but he knew he couldn't disgrace himself in front of his brother, and at least he had a cock-stand now. The excitement of playing with Trudy's big juicy slit had gotten him pretty horny. Ron moved away to kneel beside Trudy and watch the action, and Jon clambered up over her, resting his hard little prick against the fierce heat of her aroused vulva. Again he felt like a dwarf getting it on with a giantess-his head came only to her huge tits, and he found he couldn't lie down on her without being smothered. So he knelt between her warm cushiony thighs, seized his rigid little pale dick, and wriggled the very tip into the wide musky mouth of her hot cunt.
Now that it was about to happen, Trudy panicked. She must, at any cost, prevent this act of incest. "Oh, please," she wept, "don't do it. I'll suck you off, anything, only don't fuck me."
"Sorry, Mom," said Jon, "but I won't settle for anything less than balling you. You can blow me some other time."
Trudy reddened and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she felt Jon's skinny hard little prick easing inexorably into her vagina. All her protests were too late, her own son was fucking her, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had only one consolation, she didn't enjoy it. Jon's immature cock was far too small for her wide mature vagina, and she could barely feel his movements. At least she didn't have to struggle to hide her lust. All she felt was frustration. My God, how she could have used an adult prick. There was no way this kid could make her cum, he just couldn't give her the friction she needed.
Jon noticed none of these difficulties. As he eased his eager meat into his mother's creamy red-hot vagina, he was aware that her hole was much wider than Patty's, but it didn't bother him. He was thrilled by her heat and wetness, thrilled to be balling a voluptuous grown woman. He whined and gasped and fucked her like crazy, ramming his young prick stiffly into her with blinding speed.
"Hey, how is it?" said Ron, who was watching intently as his brother's pale little prick whizzed in and out of Trudy's wet, hair-fringed hole.
"Great," gasped Jon. "Hot. Oh, Jesus, ohhh...."
Rather to his chagrin, he came within seconds, helplessly squealing and squirting his sizzling seed into his mother's womb. Faint and exhausted, he rolled off her big lush body, and Ron sprang eagerly to take his place. Trudy hardly noticed the transition, especially since the twins looked exactly a-like. One inadequate cock replaced another, and again she felt faint stiff movements in her cunt, just enough to frustrate her but not nearly enough to bring her off. It was maddening.
"Shit, you're right," said Ron, "she's really hot. And wet. Oh, man, this is good...."
His hips flew as fast as his brother's, and his enjoyment was all too brief. He was admiring the sight of his pale, blue-veined prick, stiff and swollen, flying in and out of Trudy's large hairy fuck slit, when suddenly he shrieked and came without warning. It felt great, but he was disappointed in himself for not lasting longer. Red-faced and exhausted, he rolled off her to lie beside his brother. They watched rather wistfully as their combined cum leaked from Trudy's wide cunt mouth.
"Shit," said Jon disgustedly, "I didn't mean to shoot so soon."
"Me either," said Ron. "Let's try it again."
"Oh, my God, NO," wept Trudy. "Haven't you had enough? Please, let me go now ... I can't stand this."
The twins paid no attention to her distress. Callous, thinking only of their own pleasure, they were busily pumping their limp little cocks in an effort to get new erections. Trudy's big beautiful body excited them so much that they didn't have much trouble, and soon their adolescent pricks were hard and ready again.
There was a brief hassle, however, when the boys simultaneously tried to crawl between her thighs. They bumped into each other, stopped, and glared at each other. "Hey, man," said Ron, "I go first this time."
"Like hell," said Jon. "I'm always first with her, and you're always first with Patty."
"I didn't agree to that," said Ron, clenching his fists.
Jon thought for a moment, then grinned. "There's no conflict," he said. "I just had an idea. We can both ball her at once. There's plenty of room."
Ron laughed appreciatively. "Good thinking," he said. "Let's try it."
Trudy was aghast at this new atrocity, so shocked that she couldn't even speak up to protest. She comforted herself with the assurance that what the boys wanted wasn't physically possible. She reckoned without their determination and ingenuity, however. They adjusted the stockings that held her to the bed, then managed to roll her over onto her side. She felt one hot hard body snuggling up to her front, another in back. She began to panic. Perhaps they were going to manage it after all.
"No, no," she wept, "please, not this...."
Of course the twins ignored her. She felt hot hard little pricks poking around in her tender vulva, heard the boys panting with excitement. One little cock popped slickly into her wide cunt, and Jon squeaked. "Hey man, I got it in," he said breathlessly. He burrowed his head between Trudy's great white jugs and sighed blissfully as he began to hump her.
"Wait for me," said Ron. It's not so easy from behind."
He managed it at last, however, and he moaned blissfully as he felt his eager little prick sliding in beside his brother's, deliciously gripped in Trudy's big hot wet cunt. "Christ," he said, "this is so far out."
"It sure is," said Jon, wriggling happily, "but we gotta work together, otherwise our dicks'll fall out. Ready?"
"Go," said Ron.
The twins knew each other so well that they needed no more communication in order to work in perfect rhythm. The two immature cocks, stiff and fat, worked side by side in Trudy's velvety wet passage, moving swiftly back and forth, sawing, probing and digging deep into her. At last she felt the thickness, the red-hot friction, she'd been craving. Two boy-cocks were equal to one adult prick in size, and the boys had more energy than any grown-up, balling her faster and harder than she'd ever been balled in her life. Her horniness was so great that she simply couldn't hold out any longer. Flushing hotly, her cunt creaming welcoming rivers, Trudy lost all control of herself and began to move her lusty big body in time to the twins' swift fucking. She couldn't restrain the movements of her hips, the juicing of her cunt, or her frantic cries of bliss.
"Oh, God, yes," she wailed, "yes, boys, fuck me hard! I need it, please don't stop. Ahhhhh, that's good...."
Separated by her body, the twins couldn't wink at each other, but they didn't have to. Both felt gleeful triumph at making their mother succumb at last. Her cunt grew hot and gripping all around their busy little pricks, and she wailed and whined her pleasure without restraint. They had won.
Ron couldn't resist rubbing it in. "You see, Trudy?" he said. "We can ball you as well as any grownup."
"Oh, yes, darling," she babbled, "you do it very well. Don't talk, though. Just do it to me. Oh, God, do it to me. Yesss...."
"Do we do it as well as Dad?" said Jon. "I mean, if you can remember back that far."
"Oh, yes, much better," said Trudy breathlessly. "But, please, boys, don't talk. Just fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. That's the way I like it."
Ron and Jori decided to do as she said, rather, their bodies decided for them. They would have liked to have gone on teasing and taunting her, but their lust was too hot and urgent. They were fucking her so hard now that they could hardly catch their breath, let alone talk. There were no more words in the bedroom. Three frantically humping bodies worked together, Trudy's big lush form hemmed in by the slim boys with their wildly jerking hips. The bed rocked, everyone wailed and panted, and then suddenly Trudy was cumming violently. She screamed her sharp pleasure and writhed so powerfully that she broke loose from her bonds at last, tearing the stockings the boys had used to tie her. Her body convulsed in spasm after spasm, and the twins had to cling to her to keep from being thrown off. She gurgled ecstatically as she felt the double jet of sperm sizzling into her womb, and for a moment the pleasure made her faint.
When she awoke again, the boys were kneeling beside her and grinning down at her. "Well, Trudy," said one of them-she still couldn't tell them apart-we gave you quite a fuck, didn't we?"
Trudy clapped her hands over her face and wept. Her lust was gone, she bore the whole horrible weight of reality. She had fucked her own sons and loved it-nothing could change that awful fact.
CHAPTER NINE
"This is really getting to be a drag," said Jon.
"You're telling me," said Ron.
The boys were locked in their room again, punished for their afternoon's mischief. It just didn't seem fair. "Damn it all," said Jon, "she liked it when we were doing it. What made her so pissed off afterwards?"
"I don't know," Ron said miserably. "I don't think I'll ever understand grownups."
"Well, we've gotta get out of here," said Jon. "It's time to meet Patty."
"Do you think we can get away with it?" said Ron. "What if she comes to check on us?"
"We'll use the dummies again," his brother said. "She fell for it last night."
The twins arranged their pillows so that in dim light it looked as if the two boys were curled up asleep. Then Jon tried the window-and cursed. "Sonofabitch," he said, "she's nailed it shut from the outside."
"Boy, she really means business," said Ron. "What'll we do now?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," said Jon.
The twins sat on their beds trying to figure a way out of the locked room, but nothing came to them. The window was composed of many small panes, and to get out they'd have to break every one of them, which would mean even worse punishment from their mother. Jon sighed dismally and threw himself down on his back, and then suddenly grinned. "Hey, Ron," he said, "look up there."
Ron looked. In the ceiling, right above their beds, was a trap door to the attic. It was painted the same color as the ceiling, so they hadn't noticed it before. "Far out," said Ron, grinning wickedly.
"After you, sir," said Jon, leaping to his feet.
"Oh, no, sir, after you," said Ron, crouching below the trap door. Jon leaped onto his brother's shoulders, stood up, and pushed the door open. He hoisted himself up into the dark attic, then leaned down and gave Ron a hand. The boys replaced the trap door behind them and found themselves in total darkness.
"Fuck," said Ron, "I can't see a thing."
"Wait," said Jon, "I think I see a little light over there."
The boys crawled over to the thin line of yellow light in the attic floor. Jon peered into it and snickered. "Take a look at this," he said.
Ron looked, and saw that the light came from a crack in the ceiling of Trudy's bedroom. The boys had an excellent view of Trudy undressing. Looking straight down on her, all they could see was her chestnut hair and her enormous boobs, but the twins considered this an excellent view. They watched, muffling their giggles, till she had put on her nightgown and crawled into bed with a book. "Show's over," said Jon.
"Yeah," Ron said wistfully, "but I'd sure like to make it with her again. Man, her cunt was hot."
"We'd better not risk it," said Jon. "She's really angry at us. Let's go see Patty instead."
"I guess so," said Ron, "but how do we get out of this fuckin'attic?"
"I think I know a way," said Jon. "Follow me."
The boys crawled to. one end of the attic and found a small window, so dusty that no light came in. It was hard getting it unstuck, but at last they managed it and crawled out onto the roof. From there it was an easy matter to shimmy down the drainpipe. The boys sprinted across the lawn to Patty's back yard and hurried to the playhouse. Patty was already there, lying on the sleeping mat and looking bored.
"Well, shit," she said impatiently, "what took you so long? I've been waiting for HOURS. Well, at least half an hour. Where've you been?"
"Aw, we got grounded again," said Ron. "Our mother locked us in our room, even nailed the window shut. It took some doing to find a way out."
"Golly, she's really hard on you," said Patty. "What did you do to piss her off this time?"
The twins exchanged a quick look. "We forgot to take out the garbage," said Jon.
"That's nothing," said Patty. "I think she's too strict. But, then, so's my Dad. He thinks I'm locked in my room, too. I guess he didn't realize that girls can crawl out a window as well as boys."
The twins laughed and sat down on either side of Patty. "Hey, let's take our clothes off," said Ron.
"How original," said Patty, yawning.
"Well, what else do you suggest?" said Jon. "A game of checkers?"
"No," said Patty, grinning impishly. "I was hoping we could do something really exciting tonight."
"Like what?" said the twins.
Patty leaped to her feet and stood before the handsome twins. As they watched, she seized the zipper of her jeans, gave it a quick tug, and shucked the garment. "So what's new about that?" said Ron, nevertheless gawking. "You're just taking off your clothes, like I suggested."
"But that's not all," said Patty mischievously. "You just watch and see."
"We're watching, we're watching," Jon said eagerly.
Patty grinned and seized the waistband of her blue bikini panties. Very, very slowly she inched the garment downward over her taut, tan belly, and then the twins could see fragile dark pubic hairs springing into view. Patty tugged her panties lower and lower, unveiling the sweet little black triangle of her newly budding snatch, and finally stepping right out of the flimsy garment. "I thought you guys might like something to eat," she said.
"Good idea," said Jon. "We're starved."
With shrieks of laughter they seized the pretty little teenager and threw her on the bed, where Ron and Jon proceeded to lick and suck her pussy till Patty wailed with delight. This was just for openers, of course. The night was young, there was plenty of time for groovy experiments.
Trudy couldn't shake the feeling that the house was too quiet. It was only nine o'clock, yet she didn't hear a sound from the twins' room. She decided to investigate. It seemed impossible that the boys could have snuck out, not since she'd nailed the window shut, but she wouldn't have put anything past those two devils. She walked down the hall and opened their door very quietly. The lights were out, the boys seemed to be asleep. Trudy tiptoed over to the nearest bed and peered down at the lump under the covers. She touched it and exclaimed, "DAMN." It was the old pillow dummy trick. But how in God's name had the boys gotten out of the room?
Trudy turned on the light and looked around, but she would never have seen their escape route, had the twins not neglected to close the trap door all the way. Trudy glimpsed a crack of black in the white ceiling, and then she knew.
"Oh, dear, more trouble," said Trudy, sighing. There was no telling where the twins had gotten to or what kind of mischief they'd devise at this time of night. Nevertheless she had to start looking for them. It was her responsibility, now that she'd taken over her duties as their mother. She thought of the trouble they'd caused at the neighbors' and shuddered. Perhaps they'd gone back there, to Henry Chase's house, seeking his daughter Patty. Trudy didn't stop to debate about it. She left the house at once, wearing only her nightgown. If the boys were next door, it was important to stop them before they got into serious trouble with the girl.
Henry Chase was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper when the doorbell rang. He wondered who it could be at that time of night. He was pleasantly surprised to find his attractive neighbor, Trudy Worth, standing on the porch, and even more pleasantly surprised to note that she was wearing only a clinging blue sleeveless nightgown that accentuated her voluptuous curves and showed the entire plump cleavage of her big breasts.
"Well, hello," he said, grinning broadly.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Chase," Trudy said nervously, "but the twins have snuck out of their room-they were supposed to be grounded-and I'm just terribly afraid they've come over here looking for Patty. Have you seen them?"
Henry wasn't paying much attention to her words; his whole concentration was focused on the huge pale swell of her mammoth tits beneath the flimsy gown. "Nope," he said. "I haven't seen them, Mrs. Worth. And they couldn't be with Patty, because she's grounded, too. So-" He stopped suddenly, as an awful thought came to him. "Oh, my gosh. Just because she's grounded doesn't mean she'll obey. I'd better check. Please come in and wait, while I run upstairs."
Henry Chase thundered up the stairs, fished in his pocket for the key to his daughter's room, and flung open the door. Patty was so sure he wouldn't come checking on her that she hadn't even set up a dummy in her bed. The window was open, the curtain blowing gently in the breeze. Henry paled and ran downstairs.
"You're right," he said. "I'm sure of it. She's sneaked out, probably to be with the twins. The question is, where the hell could they have gone? "
"I have no idea," Trudy said worriedly. "I'm new to the neighborhood. Is there a place around here where kids hang out?"
Chase shook his silver head. "I think we'd better check the back yard," he said grimly. "That's where I caught them last time."
"Very well," said Trudy. "Let's get on with it."
Jon had licked Patty's sweet little twat till his face was sticky with her pussy juices, and then his brother took over. Ron found the girl's scarlet slit already puffed and hot and very wet. He spread her slim thighs farther apart, dipped his head into her crotch, and proceeded to lick and tongue her from stem to stern, from the tiny quivering red bud of her clit to the wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole. Patty shivered and moaned with pleasure, and Ron got many a faceful of her fragrant pussy juices as he worked. Jon sat close by, grinning, full of gleeful anticipation. Ol' Patty was really getting hot. It shouldn't be long before she begged the boys to ball her. Her small naked body was flushed with arousal, her eyes wide and bright with lust, and it was easy to see that she enjoyed every tickle and probe of Ron's busy tongue in her sensitive, soaked pussy.
"Oooooo," she wailed, "it feels so good. I just love it. Yes, yes, lick all around my asshole again. That's the best of all."
Ron obeyed, wriggling the tip of his tongue into the tightly clenched mouth of her pungent rectum, and Patty shrieked with delight. Jon was getting a little impatient, however. His young cock stood up rigid and swollen, pointing at the low ceiling of the playhouse and dribbling thick juices. His small rosy balls were puffed up tightly with cum, almost painfully full. He was ready for action.
"Hey, Patty," he said eagerly, "let's ball now, okay?"
Patty cast him a dazed look. "So soon?" she said. "The fun's just starting. I wanta play with you guys, too. We've got all night."
"Play with us?" Jon said impatiently. "Whaddya mean?"
"Move closer," Patty said breathlessly. "That's right. I'll show you."
While Ron still sucked and licked noisily between her out-flung legs, Patty twisted her head to the side and kissed the red-hot shaft of Jon's rigid little dick. He wasn't much impressed by that, but his attention picked up rapidly as she began to run her hot wet tonguetip rapidly up and down his tender stalk, from the lightly furred base to the drooling tip. It felt damned good having her lick the whole length of his cock. "Hey, Patty," he said hoarsely, "where'd you learn about that?"
"I heard some of the older girls talking at school," she said. "They called it cocksucking. Am I doing it right?"
Jon had no idea, since his experience with cocksucking was very limited. He only knew it felt great. However he wanted to sound authoritative. "This is real nice, Patty," he said, sighing loudly as the pretty teenager went back to licking his hot dick, "but there's another way to do it, too. We were spying on our mother and that real estate guy, another time, and we saw her take his cock in her mouth and suck on it. Didn't we, Ron?"
Ron briefly raised his cream-slick face from Patty's steamy crotch. "Right," he said. "She took his whole cock in her mouth. I can't figure how she did it, but he sure looked like he was having fun."
Patty frowned. She felt a certain jealousy of Trudy Worth, the twins' voluptuous mother, and she wanted to outdo Trudy in everything. "Oh, I can do THAT," she said haughtily, even though she'd never blown a man before. Whatever Trudy did, Patty intended to do it better. Determinedly she seized the dribbling slick head of Jon's stiff poker between her lips and slowly sucked it into her mouth. It tasted salty but not unpleasant. The fat silky lump filled her small mouth, and she wondered how on earth Trudy could have taken in that huge dong of Buck Stevens'. She began to suck his cock, strongly and rhythmically, and found that she liked doing it.
Jon liked it, too, very much. "Oh, wow," he said.
"that sure feels great, Patty. Keep doing it, please." His face reddened with excitement, and he closed his eyes, the better to concentrate on the wonderful sensations he felt with his achingly horny little dick in the slick, sucking heat of her small mouth.
Ron looked up from his pussy-eating and frowned. It wasn't fair, he felt, for Jon to get blown while Patty did nothing for him. Then he brightened as an idea came to him. Patty's mouth might be busy, but her cunt wasn't occupied. His half-grown penis was painfully hard by now, leaking its juices steadily, and he shivered with excitement as he thought of plunging it into her steamy tight little boycock nest. He got up on his knees, seized his dribbling little dick, and poked it into the shadowy slick valley of her cuntal mouth. Her legs were spread so wide, it wasn't hard to find the mark this time.
"UUUMMM," gurgled Patty as he pushed his slick dick into her. She looked at him and winked, but she couldn't say anything because her mouth was stuffed with his brother's cock. Jon didn't seem to mind what Ron was doing. He was happy being blown, and he only grinned at his brother. Ron grinned back, then began to work his stiff pale fuck meat slowly, deeply, in Patty's hair-fringed wet little boycock hole. It was a kick, kneeling there and watching the action of his own cock as it worked in and out of her fluttering cunt. With each thrust it gleamed brighter with her pussy juices, and soon it was rosy with friction. Her small vagina wasn't nearly as hot and wet as Trudy's, but it was a helluva lot tighter, much better suited to a boy's immature prick. Ron sighed deeply, blissfully, as he worked his cock in her, picking up speed and force as his excitement grew.
"MMMMMM," said Patty, her voice muffled by a fat mouthful of cock. Her eyes were bright, and her pussy clenched and creamed furiously around Ron's wriggling cock. In her excitement, she sucked harder and harder on Jon's drooling little prick, making him squeal with pleasure. Thus the three young people formed a chain, all connected by cocks, one in Patty's boiling little vagina and one in her greedily sucking mouth. They worked well together, pumping and sawing in perfect rhythm, working each other steadily toward a communal cum. They didn't talk any more. The only noises were their sighs and moans and gurglings, and the gentle slurping sounds as Ron's fat hard cock probed Patty's creamy fuck hole and her saliva-filled mouth sucked hard and fast on Jon's slippery little prick.
"Oh, wow," Jon said at last, "if Trudy could see us now."
"Yeah," said Ron, giggling, "she'd really crap herself."
"She thinks we're too young for sex," said Jon.
Patty couldn't talk, her mouth being fully stuffed by his swiftly poking cock, but she managed to cut a loud little fart to show what she thought of Trudy's opinions. The boys laughed.
"Poor old Trudy," said Ron, fucking Patty faster and faster, "she'd probably have a heart attack if she walked in right now."
Trudy and Henry explored the back yard of the Chase's house with a flashlight but found nothing. "Damn," he said, "I can't imagine where they've gone. I'm really getting worried."
"What's that over there?" said Trudy. "That little house."
"Oh, that's a playhouse I built for Patty, a long time ago," he said. "She never goes there any more."
He and Trudy exchanged a look, then headed straight for the playhouse. Henry switched off the flashlight so their coming wouldn't be detected, and in the darkness Trudy stumbled over a croquet wicket and fell heavily against him. He caught her just in time to keep her from going down, and his blood boiled with excitement as his hands touched the huge hot cushiony globes of her breasts. Sometime, he thought, someday, I must get to know her better. Trudy blushed and moved away from him, and they tiptoed on toward the playhouse. When they were a couple of yards away, they began to hear the noises-panting, sighing, gasping, moaning, and a strange slurping sound.
"Oh, my God," said Henry under his breath.
He wrenched open the door of the playhouse, and he and Trudy rushed inside. They both stopped still and went pale with shock. They'd been sure the kids were up to some mischief, but they'd never dreamed it could be anything so adult and exotic. On the little sleeping pallet Patty lay on her back between the Worth twins, flushed and panting and very, very horny. She and the boys were stark naked, and she was sucking crazily, hungrily on Jon's erect pale cock while the handsome boy grinned blissfully.
Between her out-flung legs knelt Ron, his small ass flying as he humped her for all he was worth, his milk-white young cock zipping noisily in and out of her tiny cuntal mouth. As the startled adults watched in horror and disbelief, the kids began to cum.
"Aw, shit, I'm gonna shhhooot," yelped Jon, his face reddening. His hips jerked violently, and they saw Patty starting to swallow the sizzling load of his cum as he shot it into her throat. Just then Ron wailed in ecstasy, and his pelvis jerked and slammed furiously against Patty's steamy twat, his balls flexing and contracting while he shot out load after load of hot boy cum into her womb. Patty's small body writhed and humped in spasms of cumming, and as Jon's limp dick at last slipped from her mouth, she crooned, "Oh, ohhh, yes, YES, fuck me, keep fucking me, I'm CUMMING."
The kids were so absorbed in their wild pleasure that they hadn't even heard the grownups enter the playhouse. The communal climax went on for some time, while Trudy and Henry watched, too stunned to say anything. At last Ron rolled off Patty, his limp little cock flopping wetly onto his belly, and Patty sighed deeply, contentedly, while rivers of boy-cream flowed gently from her tiny vaginal hole. The kids panted and caught their breath. Only then did they notice that they had company.
"Oh, Jesus," said Ron.
"Holy shit," said Jon.
"Daddy," said Patty in surprise. "Mrs. Worth. What are YOU doing here?"
"Never mind that, young lady," said Henry, finding his voice at last. "You just get your ass up to your room and stay there. As far as I'm concerned, you're grounded for good."
"Ron and Jon," Trudy said angrily, "you're to go to your room, too. This is disgusting, terrible. You'll be punished for this, believe me."
The kids knew when it was no good to argue. They got up quietly, put on their clothes, and quickly left the playhouse. As they marched through the Chase's back yard, Jon said under his breath to Patty, "We'll circle back and meet you here. No grownups are gonna tell us what to do."
"Right," said Patty with equal determination. "Besides, I wanta hear what they say."
"That won't be hard" Ron said.
Even at that distance they could hear their parents screaming at each other. "Just what do you propose to do about this, Mrs. Worth?" came Henry's angry voice. "What are you going to do about those two juvenile rapists?"
"Rapists?" Trudy cried furiously. "What about that little whore you have for a daughter?"
The teenagers stopped and grinned at each other. "Let's sneak back," said Ron. "This is gonna be good."
CHAPTER TEN
The adults came charging out of the playhouse, screaming at each other, and the three teenagers threw themselves into the bushes. Trudy and Henry stormed past, engaged in violent argument, and disappeared into the Chase's back door. Patty signaled the twins to follow her, and they crept into the house, tiptoed down the hall, and discovered the grownups in the living room. The kids remained in the dark hallway, spying on them.
"You don't seem to see how serious this is," Henry was saying, his rugged face purple with anger. "My daughter has lost her virginity, and she's only fourteen."
"I know it's serious," Trudy said, her dark eyes snapping angrily, "but I don't think it's entirely the fault of my boys. Patty looked as if she were enjoying herself. You could hardly call it a rape."
Henry ground his teeth but made some effort to control himself. "It's getting us nowhere to argue like this," he said wearily. "Let's have a drink and try to talk calmly."
"I could certainly use a drink," said Trudy. "And I don't like to argue. I just think you're taking a very one-sided view of the situation. You make my boys out to be the villains and Patty the innocent victim. I don't think it's that simple. Didn't you say you'd had problems with her before?"
Henry sighed deeply and handed Trudy her drink. They flopped wearily onto the sofa. "Yes, I have to admit, Patty's difficult to control," he said. "Or perhaps I spoil her. Her mother used to keep her in line, but somehow I can't do it. She just defies me. I really don't know how to communicate with a girl her age."
"She needs a mother," said Trudy.
"Yes," said Henry, "and your boys need a father. They're a handful, Trudy, and I think you need help with them."
Trudy blushed. It was the first time he'd called her by her first name. "I'm sure you're right, Henry," she said, "but it would take the right kind of man. After all, their father had them for fourteen years, and he made them the undisciplined hellions they are today. I've been trying to be more strict with them, but I need time."
As the alcohol seeped warmly into his bloodstream and relaxed him, Henry found himself gawking at her breasts again. During their violent argument, one of the shoulder straps of her nightgown had slipped down,, and Trudy hadn't noticed it yet. .He hoped she wouldn't notice it. The silky blue garment had slid down the ripe round curve of her left breast, exposing the whole upper half, and was hanging precariously from one pointed pink nipple. Henry felt dizzy with lust at the sight of her great creamy tits, and he felt his cock twitching into life, his balls going warm and plumping up. Control yourself, he thought, this is no time to get a hard-on. He forced himself to look away from her delicious tits, but when he spoke again, his voice came out in a horny croak.
"I understand, Trudy," he said. "You've only had the twins a few days, and you need time to discipline them. But what do we do in the meantime? We've got a real problem with these kids. I don't want Patty pregnant."
"Why don't they just let us fuck," Jon whispered to Ron and Patty, "and let US do the worrying?"
"Right on," said Ron.
"Sshhh," said Patty, "I want to hear this."
The three teenagers crouched together in the hall, straining their ears, Patty in the middle. Ron's arm was around her, groping for a tit, and Jon was tickling gently between her legs. Patty enjoyed the gentle play,' but she was much more interested in what the adults were saying and what decision they'd come to.
"I really don't know, Henry," said Trudy. "All I can do is try to keep the boys in their room, although starting tomorrow I'll have to let them out to go to school." She looked very tired, and Henry noticed that she'd already downed her strong drink. He stood up and took the glass from her.
"Let me get you another," he said. "I'm ready, too. God knows, I need it. Sometimes this whole business of living gets to be too much. I feel like it's been out of control since my wife died."
"You've never thought of marrying again?" said Trudy.
"Oh, I've thought of it," he said, "but I never seem to have time to do anything about it. And you? Were you married only once?"
"Yes," said Trudy. "I've been alone for fourteen years. I'm like you, too busy to do anything about it."
Henry looked at her in amazement as he handed her her glass and sat down beside her again. "Fourteen years?" he said. "My God, that's a long time. I've been alone only three years, and already I get so horny-" He stopped and blushed. "Sorry about that. I mean-Well, frankly, Trudy, how could you go so long without sex?"
Trudy blushed scarlet. The answer was well-known to her-she could NOT go that long without sex, it was sheer torture. Many times in the past she'd fallen into bed with perfect strangers, many of them real creeps, just because she was too horny to resist. She blushed even deeper as she thought of her lewd behavior with Buck Stevens. "Well, Henry," she said, "It hasn't been easy."
"I'll bet," he said, taking a long drink from his glass. "I know it isn't easy for me." He saw that Trudy was blushing again, and he followed her glance to his crotch. Jesus Christ, he had an enormous cock-stand, an obscene bulge in the fly of his pants. He blushed, too. "Well," he said sheepishly, "I guess you can see for yourself."
Trudy licked her lips and stared at the tent of his fly, apparently unable to take her eyes off it. Henry caught himself gawking at her big beautiful breasts. As she leaned slightly in his direction, the nightgown finally slipped from her pointed pink nipple and wafted gently down to expose her whole tit. At the sight of that great creamy melon, gigantic and delicately veined, Henry lost control of himself.
"Oh, my God, Trudy," he said hoarsely, "let's help each other out." He reached out and gently cupped her huge hot breast. It overflowed his palm, and as he squeezed it, it went rigid and blazing, the strawberry pink nipple popping into stiff erection. Trudy gurgled sensuously in her throat and fell back limp against the sofa. She knew she should move away, go home, not act like a whore, but she just couldn't bring herself to resist. She was achingly horny, she was dying to get laid, and, moreover, this man attracted her powerfully. Buck Stevens and the other casual lovers she'd had were nothing to her but cocks, fucking machines to service her hungry body. She'd cared nothing for them personally. With Henry Chase it was different. Not only did his rugged body arouse her violently, but she liked the man-he was honest, intelligent, and good. She could love his mind as well as his body. In short, he was the kind of man she'd been looking for all her life.
Henry felt pretty much the same way about her. She had a magnificent body, that was for sure, but she was also a very nice woman, bright and warm and interesting. He wanted to ball her, but he also wanted to get to know her better. He couldn't keep his hands off her now, but he proceeded gently and kindly, not wanting to blow it. When he saw that she wasn't going to protest, he leaned down and kissed the hot firm flesh of her big tit, then gently tongued the rigid pink nipple. He felt it quivering under his tongue, and Trudy moaned huskily.
"Oh, Henry," she said, her eyelids fluttering, "I don't want you to think badly of me. It's just that I'm attracted to you, and it's been so long...."
Around the corner, the twins exchanged quizzical looks. "So long?" In the last two days she'd balled Buck Stevens twice and the twins a couple of times, too. She was a lot of woman, they concluded.
"No need to explain," said Henry. "You don't have to justify yourself to me, Trudy. You're a normal woman, with normal desires, and that pleases me enormously. I want you, Trudy. Oh, Jesus, how I want you...."
He eased her down on the couch and began kissing and sucking her breasts hungrily. Each of the big creamy globes seemed as big as his skull. He'd never played with tits so big, so firm and perfectly shaped. They wobbled and quivered under his touch, adding to his excitement. Groaning, he lay down on her and rubbed the rigid line of his erect cock against the soft mound of her pussy fur. Trudy moaned huskily and writhed homily beneath him, rubbing her eager pussy against his iron-hard cock. She felt red-hot pussy juice steaming from her cunt, and that reminded her that she wasn't wearing any panties. Oh, dear, what will he think of me? She felt ashamed of her behavior, but she just couldn't stop. All she could think of was getting his hard cock inside her cunt.
Henry moaned and began fumbling with her nightgown, pushing it up to her waist and exposing the chestnut patch of her mons fur. He buried his face in it and kissed her there. Trudy completely lost control of herself. With a crazy growl of lust, she pushed him off her, got to her knees, and began tugging at the zipper of his pants. While Henry gawked in amazement at the transformation of this cool, reserved woman, she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down. His rigid cock popped free of its confinement, standing straight up and dribbling hot sticky cream.
Trudy stared at it, surprised and delighted. His cock was huge, bigger even than Buck Stevens', and enormously thick and hard. It was a dream cock, the impossibly big penis she needed to fully stuff and ream her ever-hungry cunt. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She went down on him ravenously, sucking his enormous hot prick all the way into her mouth and halfway down her throat, gurgling and growling as she began to suck his dick fast and hard.
"Oh, Christ, YES," Henry moaned. "Eat my cock, Trudy. Blow me. Jesus, that's good...."
The spying teenagers could only hear the action, not see it. At Henry's words they exchanged startled looks. Grownups were sure hard to figure out. Just a moment ago their mother and father had been yelling at each other, and now they seemed to be making love. The kids just had to risk getting closer to the action so they could watch. They crept on hands and knees into the living room and concealed themselves behind chairs. Henry and Trudy were far too absorbed in their own pleasure to notice the three pairs of bright eyes which observed them. Henry was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed, his rugged features a perfect picture of sensual bliss. He moaned and gasped as Trudy's glossy head bounced up and down in his lap. The kids could see his huge white cock zipping in and out of her drooling mouth, gleaming brightly with her saliva. With each deep probe it filled her throat. The three teenagers didn't dare even whisper to each other, but they exchanged wondering glances. Henry's cock was mammoth, and it seemed a miracle that Trudy could take it all in without choking.
In fact she felt no discomfort or repulsion at all. She was wild for this man and enjoyed every kinky way of giving him pleasure. His huge dick tasted delicious to her, and every time it slid down her throat she felt hot excitement and her cunt creamed heavily. Henry at last managed to move into a position where he could touch her, and Trudy gurgled lustily as she felt his stiff little finger wriggling into her tiny asshole. To her surprise, it felt great to be probed there. He worked his finger swiftly in and out of her tight rectum, like a miniature cock, and Trudy's aroused pussy spat a flood of steamy juice that ran down her thighs and pooled on the couch. He thrust his finger in to the hilt, and she moaned hoarsely with delight.
Henry felt her steamy saliva running down the shaft of his cock, felt the delicious squeezing and milking action of her strong throat muscles all around his thick meat, and he knew that he'd shoot his load soon if she didn't stop. He was tempted, but that could come later, another time. What he wanted now was to ball her, to make her crazy with pleasure. "Trudy," he said dizzily, "better stop sucking my dick. I might cum."
Trudy raised her head, and his gigantic slippery cock popped rigidly from her mouth, drenched with her saliva. "I don't mind, Henry," she said breathlessly. "You can cum in my mouth if you want. Whatever you like best, well do it."
Henry's brain reeled. He couldn't believe his incredible luck. Not only was Trudy fantastically stacked, she was ready to become his sexual slave, doing any weird thing he wanted. A number of wild ideas popped into his head right away, but he dismissed them. For their first encounter, he wanted Trudy to have as much fun as he did, and he wanted to prove that even in a plain old-fashioned fuck he could give her what she needed.
He smiled and shook his head. "That's beautiful of you, Trudy, but this time I just want to ball. Is that all right with you?"
"Oh, God, yes," said Trudy hungrily.
She sank down on her back and flung her legs wide open for him, draping one over the back of the sofa and letting the other slip to the floor. She was obscenely, shamelessly exposed, and Henry gawked delightedly at her wet scarlet snatch with its bushy fringe of dark hair. Her small clit was rigid and wet with arousal, her labia rosy and puffed, and the dark mouth of her cunt drooled a steady stream of thick white juice. Never had he seen a woman so hot and horny. He welcomed it. Though he'd loved his late wife dearly, she hadn't been much in bed, just lying there limp and submissive while he balled her, doing her duty, not getting anything out of it. Secretly he'd dreamed of having a woman who responded wildly and shamelessly to his love-making, and when he saw the eager sensual leer on Trudy's handsome face, he knew he'd found his dream woman.
"Oh, hurry, Henry, hurry," she said huskily. "I want you so much...."
He grinned and crawled between her wide-flung legs, seized the purple head of his rigid prick, and w-edged it into the dripping, hair-fringed hole of her cuntal mouth. Blazing heat and mushy wetness greeted him even before he penetrated her. He shivered excitedly and began to thrust his huge cock into her very slowly, prolonging the pleasure. As his thick meat gradually stuffed her boiling hungry cunt, Trudy began a shrill prolonged wail of pleasure. Blindly she reached out for him, digging her nails into his broad shoulders. She threw her head back, her teeth gleaming and her eyes rolling crazily, and Henry felt a veritable deluge of blazing pussy juice all around his advancing cock.
"Ahhhh, GOD," shrieked Trudy, "I love it. I love your cock inside me, Henry. Do it to me hard ... fast ... Oh, OOHHHH."
Henry could hardly help but obey. Every powerful instinct of his body urged him to ball her furiously, without mercy. He took a deep breath and began to pound his huge hard dick in her mushy hot fuck passage, slamming it brutally in and out of her, ramming her womb. Their bellies met with a loud smack, and his bristly balls wagged and bounced harshly against her broad cushiony ass with each maddened thrust. The friction was tremendous, and soon his swollen meat felt as red-hot as the clinging, writhing walls of her soaked vagina. He couldn't hold himself back, kept fucking her harder and harder, till her abundant cream splattered out onto his belly. He thought he must be hurting her-but, no, she loved it. She jerked and slammed her hot pussy in perfect time to his strokes, wanting all the brutal friction she could get, and she steadily wailed and screeched her pleasure.
"Yes, yesss," she sobbed, "give it to me, Henry. Oh, God, it's good. The best. Keep it in me, darling, really fuck me...."
To her surprise, Trudy didn't even feel ashamed of her words. They seemed natural and good to her. She felt safe and right with Henry, as she had never felt before with a man. She trusted him, besides, he was far and away the best lover she'd ever had. He seemed to have been specially designed for her needs, giving her the unrelenting savage fucking she'd always craved. In a matter of seconds he brought her to a howling climax, and after that she came again and again till she almost fainted with joy.
Henry held out as long as he could, wanting to bring her off at least a dozen times, but at last the fierce heat and sweet clinging of her cunt proved too much for him. He howled with pleasure and began shooting his load. When Trudy felt the first hot sting of his cum, she grinned, sat up, and whipped his squirting cock out of her steaming cunt, then thrust it into her mouth. While Henry watched in amazement and delight, she grinned naughtily and took a huge mouthful of his cum, rolling it around on her taste buds and gurgling happily before she swallowed it. She repeated the action again and again, while he helplessly came in the juicy nest of her mouth, till at last his prick was limp and exhausted. Even then she didn't let it go, but sat there holding it in her mouth and grinning wickedly at him. Henry leered back at her.
They were startled by a sudden burst of applause.
"Fantastic," said Ron. "Best fuck I ever saw."
"You folks ought to go into the movies," said Jon.
"Honestly, Daddy," said Patty, "I didn't know grownups could do it so well."
Trudy's mouth fell open, and Henry's limp, steamy meat slipped out to splat onto his thigh. The adults gawked at the grinning teenagers who stood not a yard away. Trudy and Henry struggled to speak, but no words came out. Slowly their faces turned beet red. My God, they'd forgotten all about the kids. How much had they seen?
"Uh, been here long?" Henry said at last.
"The whole time," said Patty proudly. "It was really cool to watch."
"Oh, Jesus," said Henry. "I thought we told you to go to your rooms."
"We heard you two arguing," said Jon, "and we were worried. We wanted to make sure nobody got hurt. But by the time we caught up with you, you were doing something else."
"And you stayed to watch," Trudy said numbly. "What in the world possessed you to do such a wicked thing?"
"Aw, come off it, Mom," said Ron. "Don't be a hypocrite. I mean, shit, you just chewed us out for balling, and now you guys are doing it. It's not fair. You can't have it both ways."
"Yeah," said Jon, "why should grownups have all the rights, all the fun? We have the same needs you do. If you can make love, why can't we?"
Henry shook his head wonderingly. "Maybe we are being unfair and hypocritical," he said. "I certainly understand how you kids feel. I'm just worried about Patty getting pregnant, that's all."
"Oh, Daddy, that's no problem," said Patty. "Just let me take the PhD."
"That would be a solution," said Trudy, "but we really wonder if you kids are emotionally ready for this sort of thing. You're so young."
The three youngsters snorted with contempt.
"We'll show you how ready we are," said Jon. "We're not only ready, we're going to join you."
He started taking off his clothes, and Patty and Ron quickly followed suit.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Now, wait just a minute," Henry said, aghast. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You're grounded all of you. Go to your rooms."
"We've had enough of that bullshit," said Ron. "We're not little kids any more, and we're going to prove it to you. Anything you two can do, we can handle."
"We've already made love to Trudy, you know," said Ron. "She loved it. We might not be as old as you, Mr. Chase, but we can do the job."
Trudy thought she would die of shame. Henry stared at her, shocked beyond belief. "Trudy," he said, "this can't be true. Surely you didn't make love with your own sons?"
She hung her head and began to sob. "Oh, my God, Henry, it's true," she said. "They tied me to the bed and forced me, but, God help me, I did enjoy it after a while. I'm so ashamed."
Henry sighed and put his arm around her. "Well, if they forced you, that's different," he said. "I can understand. But there'll be no more of that, boys. It's incest, and it's wrong."
"Why?" said Ron. "What's really wrong with it? Tell the truth, Mr. Chase, wouldn't you love to ball Patty?"
Helplessly Henry stared at his naked fourteen-year-old daughter. It'd been a long time since he'd seen her nude, not since she was small and he'd given her her bath. He was amazed to see how much she'd matured. She was almost a woman. Her body was taking on sweet feminine curves, her tiny pubic bush was beginning to sprout, and her little breasts were round and firm and inviting. She still had that mischievous elfin face under a mop of black curls, just as when she was a baby, but something else had been added-the powerful allure of a lovely, sexy woman. He would like to have gathered her in his arms and hauled her off to the bedroom, fucked her silly, if she weren't his daughter. Even then....
"Come on, Mr. Chase," said Jon, "answer our question. Wouldn't you like to get it on with Patty?"
"Sure," said Henry. "She's young, pretty, sexy. But I won't because she's also my daughter."
"What difference does that make?" said Patty. "Really, Daddy, I don't understand. Why shouldn't parents and kids make it if they want to?"
Henry and Trudy looked at each other and sighed. It was so hard to explain these intricate adult moral laws to kids. "It's just that it's against the law, honey," said Henry, "and it's forbidden by every religion as well, condemned by every society."
"That doesn't necessarily make it wrong," said Ron. "Lots of ideas were condemned in the past and accepted nowadays."
"I say, if it's fun, do it," said Jon. "Who's it hurting?"
"That's just the point, young man," said Trudy. "A lot of things might be fun for you, but they hurt other people."
"Well," said Jon, "who would it hurt if Mr. Chase balled Patty?"
"Maybe me," said Patty under her breath as she eyed her father's enormous cock.
Henry didn't hear her. He replied firmly, "It could be very emotionally upsetting to Patty to get involved with her own father."
"Who said anything about involvement?" said Jon. "We're just talking about a simple fuck. You adults make mountains out of molehills."
"Yeah," said Ron, "you're always getting hysterical about some little thing. Like at school, the teachers crap themselves if you chew gum or wear your hat in class or fart. What's the big deal?"
What, indeed? Henry and Trudy both saw the justice of the kids' argument, recognized that many adults were tyrannical to children, but did that justify incest? Henry decided not. "Look, kids," he said, "I understand what you're getting at, and I even agree with a lot of it, but you want to go too far. Kids and adults shouldn't have sex together. Perhaps Trudy and I shouldn't have interfered with you in the playhouse tonight, but on the other hand, you shouldn't have spied on us. I think we should keep our sex lives separate. I also think the three of you should go to your rooms now. It's a school night, and it's getting late."
"I'll-go along with that," said Trudy.
"Well, we won't," said Patty. "We've got a point to prove and I'm going to prove it, if no one else will."
Taking everyone by surprise, the pretty teenager dashed across the room and knelt before her father. Before Henry could react, she'd seized his limp warm cock and stuffed it into her mouth. There was a loud juicy sucking sound, her jaws worked vigorously. Henry went red in the face.
"Patty," he said weakly, "oh, my God, Patty. Please, baby, you mustn't do that. Ohhhh, Jesus."
"Go, Patty, go," said Ron gleefully. "Suck that meat."
Jon clapped his hands and grinned broadly. Trudy, however, was shocked and outraged. "Young lady," she said, "stop this at once. It's wicked."
Trudy moved to seize the girl and pull her away from Henry's lap, but the twins rushed up behind her, seized her, and dragged her away. "Let go of me," said Trudy, flailing and struggling. "This has to be stopped. It's all wrong."
"What's wrong with it, Mom?" said Jon. "She's only sucking his cock. No big deal."
Ron and Jon lowered Trudy to the carpet and sat on her. Their combined weight was too much for her, and though she sobbed and struggled, she couldn't get free. In horror, she watched as Patty loudly and voraciously sucked her father's long limp penis. Why didn't Henry do something? Surely he was strong enough to handle a fourteen-year-old girl.
Henry was strong enough, all right, but he just couldn't bear to cut short this exquisite pleasure. Patty's small mouth made a deliciously tight nest for his sensitive prick, slick and hot and juicy. She sucked his dick fast and hard, quickly awakening his lust even though he'd just had a huge cum with Trudy. He was powerfully excited just by watching the lovely little girl hungrily mouthing his meat. Like most men, he had fantasies of making it with jail bait, delightfully young girls, say twelve or thirteen or fourteen, with fantastically tight pussies. Granted, Patty was his own daughter, but for the moment he allowed himself to forget that and thought of her only as a lusty teenager who wanted his body. It was just too great to turn down.
Her sucking got louder, wetter, hotter, till Henry's recently spent cock was aroused to new lust. It lengthened enormously, grew hard and thick, till Patty gagged and coughed and spat it out, her jaws aching and her lips stretched. "Oh, wow," she said, "it's just too big for my mouth. It was sticking right into my throat. But there are other things I can do, Daddy. I think you'll like this."
She pushed him onto his back, then scrambled between his legs. Henry didn't resist very much, and when he felt the first hot wet flick of her little tongue on his sensitive testicles, he sighed, closed his eyes, and gave in completely to his amoral horniness. Patty went at her work a little inexpertly but diligently, licking the entire quivering surface of his big hairy balls in tiny mischievous strokes. She tongued and lapped into every cranny and over every ridge, bathing his nuts in a delicious bath of her hot saliva. Henry whinnied like a colt, so intense was his pleasure, and he felt his balls rapidly filling with cum, till they were round and tight and bloated almost to bursting. Patty eyed her work proudly, then moved lower down between his legs till her pretty pink tongue lapped teasingly around the tight brown ring of his anus. He felt her hot moist breath there, then the mischievous penetration of her tonguetip, a very slight but delicious invasion of his anal mouth.
"Ohhh, Jesus Christ," he whined. "Yeah, baby, do that. That's great."
"Henry, for heaven's sake," said Trudy. "Come to your senses. It's your own daughter who's doing that." She struggled violently beneath the twins as she saw the wicked little girl extending her pink tongue farther and farther into Henry's pungent ass.
"Aw, shut up, Mom," said Ron, not unkindly.
"Get with it. It's the twentieth century, remember? We don't think sex is nasty and evil any more."
"Yeah, Mom," said Jon, "it's a beautiful thing. I think you know that, too. Why don't you just forget all that morality shit and enjoy yourself?"
"Let me go," Trudy sobbed. "This is all wrong. I want no part of it. Henry might be weak, but I'm not."
Ron and Jon looked at each other. Their mother was being a drag again, and they were tired of it. Once and for all, she had to give up her silly puritanical attitudes, and they thought they knew just how to manage this. Well attuned to each other's minds, not needing to discuss their plan, the handsome twins went into action. Jon threw himself heavily onto Trudy's lush body, pinning her down, and began to suck her bright pink nipples like a greedy puppy. Trudy gasped, both with unexpected pleasure and sharp horror. Meanwhile Ron wriggled between her writhing legs, planted his mouth on her tiny red clit, and began to suck it loudly. Trudy moaned with joy and dismay, if he went on sucking her there, her most sensitive and receptive spot, she was lost.
"Oh, no, boys, please," she moaned. "Please stop. This is a terrible thing to do. Please, nooo...."
Henry opened his eyes to see what all the commotion was about. He saw Trudy writhing and sobbing on the floor while one of the twins sucked her tits and the other ate her pussy. In his dazed state of pleasure, he couldn't understand what the hell she was protesting. It looked like a helluva lot of fun. Anyhow, he couldn't be bothered with it. Patty's slick little tongue, red-hot and speedy, was probing very deep in his tight asshole, giving him incredible pleasure. His big heavy cock pointed straight up at the ceiling, weeping its juices, and his balls felt ready to pop with cum. He was as aroused as a horny schoolboy, and he just wished Trudy would shut up so everyone could enjoy themselves.
"Oh, God, no," she was saying, "please, stop...." t
"Trudy," Henry said, "are they hurting you?"
"Nooo," said Trudy tearfully, "but it's wrong...."
"Does it feel good?" said Henry.
"Well, yesss," she said, panting, "but-"
"Then shut up," said Henry.
"WHAT?"
"Shut up. Don't be a drag. Everybody else is having fun, we don't want to hear you whining. Stop being such a goddamned prude."
Trudy shut up, more out of shock than because he'd told her to. How could Henry have switched his attitudes so suddenly? She'd thought he was on her side, on the side of morality, and now he seemed to be going along with the kids and their wicked games. Or was he right? Was she really a prude? Was it all right to relax and enjoy it while her own sons made love to her? Was it true what the twins said, if it's fun, do it? Trudy's brain reeled. She admired and respected Henry, thought he was a decent man, and yet he contradicted everything she'd been taught about morality. She didn't know what she thought any more, what she should do. She only knew that two lapping, slick little tongues, one on her nipples and one on her clit, were giving her intense dizzying pleasure and that she was losing the will to resist.
Meanwhile Henry's harsh excited breathing and panting filled the room. The rugged silver-haired man was having all he could do to keep from cumming, squirting his jism all over the couch. Patty's slick little tongue was deliciously deep in his asshole, plugged in all the way to the root, and she tirelessly probed and reamed him, melting his loins with pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn't hold out a second longer, she popped her tongue from his butt and grinned at him.
"I hope you liked that, Daddy," she said.
"You bet I did, baby," he said, reaching out to tousle her curly black hair. "Here's the proof."
He glanced at his hugely erect cock, and Patty followed his gaze, gawking at the rigid erect pole, the taut pale skin, and the steadily dribbling purple glans. The whole thing looked impossibly big to her, thick and menacing, yet she felt an irresistible attraction to it. Her mouth filled with hot saliva, and with a horny little whine she bent over her father again, sticking out her cute little pink tongue and licking his giant prick slavishly, hungrily, from top to bottom and back again. She lapped up all his dribbling salty juices and swallowed them, then dug the stiff tip of her tongue into the dark glans hole, reaming it for more cream. Henry watched for a moment, shivering with pleasure, then smiled fondly and reached out for her.
"Come on, little girl," he said. "Time for you to have some fun."
He seized her around the waist and lifted her effortlessly into the air, bringing her down to straddle his face. Right before his eyes was her exquisite little slit, tiny and child-like, fresh and neat. The tissues were red and delicate, the parts much smaller than Trudy's mature lusty twat. A very light fringe of black hair surrounded it all, and the pinpoint mouth of her cunt was so diminutive that he could hardly make it out. He stuck out his tongue eagerly and tickled the small red bump of her clitoris, and Patty gave a howl of pleasure.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, YES," she wailed. "Eat my pussy. I love that."
She dug her fingers into his broad sweaty shoulders and spread her slim legs as wide as she could, giving him more room to work. Henry went at it expertly and lovingly, wanting to pay her back for the powerful pleasure she'd just given him. He began at her tiny red clit, licking and tickling it till Patty squealed with delight and her small shadowy cunt oozed great drops of cream that dripped onto his chest. When her sweet little bud was stiff and swollen and wet, he moved on to tongue and explore the intricate folds of her labia, exciting the girl into more squeals and sighs of rapture. Her tiny twat gushed more hot cream, and now there was a large steamy puddle of it on his chest and chin. He'd had no idea that Patty's lusts were developing, that she could become so aroused. No wonder he had trouble controlling her, no wonder she thought of nothing but boys. The poor little chick was just obeying the instincts of her maturing body, wanting to get laid. It was a perfectly natural thing. Henry stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her tiny quaking cunt, and Patty nearly shot out of his arms, she got so excited. He began poking his long tongue in and out of her convulsing cunt, imitating a cock, and the girl moaned hoarsely and began to work her pussy in time to his strokes, up and down, slamming her tiny mons muff against his nose, soaking his chin with her hot juices.
"Oh, Daddy," she wailed, "that feels so great. Please keep doing it. Make me cum...."
Henry was perfectly willing to do so. Perhaps it was better that way. His giant adult cock was far too large for her baby cunt, and he didn't want to hurt her. Also, in spite of the fun he was having, he wasn't sure that he was quite up to balling his own daughter. He slid his thick tongue swiftly, forcefully, in and out of her hot mushy little hole, trying to bring her off, but suddenly Patty seemed to change her mind.
"No, wait," she said breathlessly, lifting herself up off the slick impalement of his tongue, "I want to really ball, Daddy. I want you to fuck me."
"Patty, honey," he said, "I don't know, I'd be awfully big for you. It might hurt."
"I don't care," Patty said wildly. "I just have to try it." Her tiny cunt ached to be stuffed, his tongue wasn't enough any more. She raised herself high above him, seized his monstrous prick-so thick that she could hardly curl her fingers around it-and stuffed the wet purple head into the moist indentation of her vaginal mouth. Swallowing hard, she began to let herself down on his enormously long fat pole. "Oooooo," she cried, "OOOOOO."
Henry watched, fascinated, as Patty very slowly worked the entire length of his great hard prick into herself. Her eyes bugged, her mouth fell open, and she seemed to stop breathing as she received it. He could see it splitting her tiny cunt mouth, almost tearing her, and he could feel the incredible tightness of her recently virgin vagina all around his grossly fat prick. The fit was so tight, in fact, that he doubted she could get it all in. Somehow, though, she managed it, and he felt his creaming engorged glans come to rest against her tiny slick womb.
"Oh, my goodness," said Patty.
"Does it hurt, baby?" said Henry.
"Nooo," she said, "not exactly. It's tight. I mean, there's really a lot of it. But it doesn't hurt." She sat there for a moment, fully impaled, and then a mischievous grin spread over her childish face. "In fact, Daddy, it feels really GREAT."
She confirmed this by blasting him with a scalding bath of cunt cream. He felt it scorching all around his buried meat, and it was just enough lubrication to permit movement. Patty, grinning shamelessly, began to work her tiny pelvis swiftly up and down his long fat pole, literally fucking him, doing all the work.
"How does that feel, Daddy?" she said.
"Great, baby, just great," Henry sighed. He reached out to play with her sweet jiggling little boobs, but otherwise he let Patty do all the work. He was getting old, after all. Let the kids expend the energy. He grinned lustily at his pretty daughter and gave himself up entirely to the pleasure of their fucking.
Meanwhile Trudy was involved in more than one kind of struggle. She fought to throw off the eager clinging boys as they sucked her big nipples and her twitching little clit; and she fought her shrieking conscience, which told her she'd be damned forever because of this night. Both were losing battles. She couldn't fight the combined strength of the twins, and she couldn't defeat the deep lust of her mature body. Hot wet little tongues aroused her tender nipples to stiff erection, aroused her red-hot clit to hard throbbing life. Her cunt spewed rivers of horny cream, she ached to be penetrated and fucked, fucked silly. She knew she was losing, yet it didn't seem so awful this time. No one else was upset or disapproving. On the contrary, everyone else was having a wonderful time. The boys ate her like hungry infants, their slim bodies hot with lust, and she could feel their stiff little pricks rubbing hornily against her tits and thighs. Through fluttering eyelids she saw Patty sitting in her father's lap, bouncing up and down on the long pale pole of his cock, squealing with joy, while Henry watched with a blissful expression. Was there really anything wicked or evil'in all this? Was anyone being hurt? Would it be wrong for her to relax and enjoy, like the others?
Suddenly she felt something stiff and hot sliding into the mushy sheath of her vagina, and without thinking she moaned her pleasure loudly. She needed that stiff penetration, needed the jabbing, jerking friction which followed. Dizzily she looked up and saw that Ron was fucking her. He knelt between her plump white thighs, watching proudly as his young cock zipped in and out of her mature wet cunt. Trudy gurgled happily and arched her body a little to meet his thrusts and make more delicious friction. His immature prick wasn't as large as Henry's, it couldn't do the job as well, but it felt good, she wanted it. She raised her body even higher, and Jon fell off her chest with a yelp of surprise.
"Hey," he said, "what's going on?" He looked and saw his brother busily and happily balling Trudy, noted Trudy's lusty response. "No fair," he said angrily. "I got left out. I helped you get her hot, Ron, and I want to ball her, too."
"Blow it out your shorts," Ron said happily.
"Now, boys," said Trudy, "there's no reason to fight. You can both fuck me at once, just like you did before. Here, I'll roll over." She did so, taking Ron with her, till she lay on her side. Ron didn't even break his rhythm. Jon still pouted, however.
"I don't want to share with him, he said. I want a place all to myself."
"Well, then," Trudy said lustily, "stick it in my ass."
She wasn't sure what had prompted her to say such an outlandish thing. She hadn't been thinking about it, hut it seemed a reasonable solution. She just wondered if it would hurt. Jon gave her no time to worry. He seemed delighted with the idea and, crawling behind her, he seized his hot little poker and rammed it briskly into her tight anal mouth. v "OOOO," cried Trudy.
Jon began to poke her swiftly, digging his hot little rod eagerly in and out of her slick pungent bumhole. To Trudy's surprise and delight, it felt marvelous, just as good as getting it in her cunt. She moaned and gurgled and wailed, moving her big body in time to the boys' hot and eager strokes, thrilling to the sensation of two cocks working in her at once. Her whole pelvis melted with pleasure, and before very long she was cumming, her lush body writhing and convulsing. As she did so, something prompted her to glance at Henry and Patty, who were just cumming, too. Patty was shrieking shrilly, her abundant pussy juices streaking down the thick pole of her father's cock, and Henry bellowed ecstatically as he shot load after load of hot cum into his daughter's tiny quaking womb. The stuff overflowed her tiny tunnel and dribbled down to soak his hairy belly while Patty continued to ride his jerking prick.
Jon gave a happy squeal, his body twitched, and then Trudy felt red-hot boy-cum sizzling up her asshole. Almost at the same moment, Ron yelped and began to shoot, his young jism spraying deliciously into her cunt. "Yes, you darlings," Trudy moaned, "cum in me. I want it all. Ohhhhh, yes, YES."
Some time later she came back to her senses, and she found herself lying on the rug, a happy boy snuggled in each arm. Ron and Jon played affectionately with her huge wobbling tits, their limp little cocks trailing warm slime on her thighs. She saw Patty lying on top of her father, his long flaccid dick still stuck in her tiny twat. Henry was rubbing her back and she was nuzzling his neck.
"Oh, my," sighed Patty, "my pussy's kinda sore."
"I warned you," Henry said, chuckling. "In the future, young lady, you'd better find a dick that fits you better."
Patty turned to wink at the twins. "What do you guys say to that?" she asked.
"Far out," said Ron.
"Right on," said Jon.
Then they both promptly fell asleep in their mother's arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Trudy gently eased herself out of the sleeping boys' embrace and got to her feet. On the couch, Henry was just laying Patty aside and covering her with his shirt. She, too, was sound asleep. The two grownups tiptoed into the kitchen.
"I could use a beer," said Henry. "How about you?"
"Absolutely," said Trudy. "I'm parched. That was hot work."
Henry got two cold bottles of beer from the fridge, and they both drank deeply. Then he looked searchingly at Trudy. "I hope you're not angry with me," he said. "I mean, for telling you to shut up and all that."
"No, I'm not," said Trudy. "I know now that you were right. I was being a prude. I've been a prude all my life. There's no reason why people shouldn't have some fun, if it's not hurting anyone else. Oh, Henry, all the years I've wasted...."
"Don't think about that," he said. "You've got plenty of good years ahead of you. I'd like to share them. Trudy, will you marry me?"
She gawked at him. "You're kidding. You could have a much younger woman. And you'd have to be a father to the twins, that could be a real headache."
Henry kissed her. "I don't want a younger woman. I want you. As for the twins, they need a father's firm hand. They're basically good kids, they just need to learn a little consideration for others. It'll be all right. And look at how well they get along with Patty. We'd be a perfect family."
Trudy blushed. "I KNOW how well they get along with Patty," she said. "What do we do about that, Henry?"
"You mean about them balling each other?" he said. "Nothing. Put Patty on the Pill, then let them have all the fun they want. Why not?"
Trudy nodded slowly. "I guess you're right. It'll take me a while to get over my silly old-fashioned ideas, but I'll try. There's just one other thing, the kids seem to think it's okay for them to ball us, too, but I think that's a little heavy. I don't think they're ready for that. And neither am I."
Henry nodded. "I agree. We got a little carried away tonight, and maybe we will again, but it should be phased out. I don't think there's a problem. They'll get tired of us, bored with our scene. After all, they're teenagers."
The discussion was interrupted by the muffled sounds of giggling from the living room. Henry and Trudy went to the doorway and looked. Patty was on her hands and knees between Ron and Jon, mischievously licking their limp little cocks. The drowsy boys were struggling to wake up, blinking and confused.
"Hey, man, what's going on?" said Ron.
"I dunno, man," said Jon. "Oh, hey, it's Patty. What're you doing Patty?"
"What does it look like, dummy?" said the saucy little girl.
She dipped her head into his lap and licked his flaccid little peter vigorously, making it flop and bounce. "You're eating my cock," Jon said dazedly.
"No shit," said Patty, turning the other way and giving Ron the same treatment.
"Hey, man," said Ron, "you woke us up."
"Don't call me 'man'," said Patty. "I'm a girl."
"I guess you are," said Jon. "You got tits."
"That isn't all I've got," said Patty wickedly. She bounced to her feet, her cute little boobs jiggling wildly, and spread her legs, lewdly displaying her scarlet pussy. "I've got that, too," she said. "You guys wanta do anything about it?"
"Aw, forget it," said Ron, groaning. "We just came."
"We're too tired," said Jon. "We can't get it up again tonight."
Patty snorted contemptuously. "What is this shit? You guys told me you could do it as well as a grown man. My Dad got it up twice tonight, once for Trudy and once for me. So what's your problem?"
"Oh, Jesus, Patty," said Ron, "you don't really want it AGAIN, do you?"
"Damn right I do," said Patty, "and I want it now."
"Incredible," said Ron.
"Impossible," said Jon.
"You're a couple of feebs," said Patty. "You'll have to do better than this. I'll help you."
She sat down on the floor in front of them, grabbed Jon's arm, and tugged him to a kneeling position. She did the same to Ron, so that the twins knelt side by side, very close together, their little pale limp dicks hanging right in front of Patty's face. She eyed the flaccid organs lustily. "This shouldn't take long," she said.
"HEY," said the twins.
Patty opened her mouth as wide as she could and, to everyone's astonishment, sucked both drowsy little peters into her mouth at once. Trudy and Henry craned their necks to see just how she'd managed it. She had a limp pale cock in each corner of her mouth, and her lips were stretched very wide. She began to suck with grim determination, swiftly and with a great deal of pressure. The boys woke up fast. They blinked, then gasped, and finally started grinning.
"Hey," said Jon, "out of sight."
"Too fuckin' much," said Ron. "That's a really great trick, Patty."
Patty didn't reply, since her small mouth was fully stuffed with boy-meat, but she did grin elfishly. Hot saliva pooled in her mouth, and her sucking became lewdly noisy. She did it hard, tugging and stretching the limp warm meat, and the twins' rosy little balls bounced vigorously. Not content with this extraordinary performance, she reached around the boys' tight little buttocks and wriggled a finger into their bumholes, poking and probing. The twins' eyes widened.
"Sheee-it," said Jon, "I'm gettin' horny."
"Me, too," said Ron. "I didn't think it was possible, but...." He broke off with a yelp of pleasure as Patty thrust a finger all the way to the last knuckle in his tight asshole. She did the same to Jon, who squealed with surprise and delight. All the while she continued her swift noisy wet sucking of their twin dicks, and soon the boys were panting and gasping, rosy with arousal. From the doorway Henry and Trudy watched the spit-wet identical cocks swelling and growing in Patty's hungrily working mouth, till at last even the determined girl couldn't keep them in. They grew too thick for her small mouth, stretching her lips painfully, and with a gasp she opened up and let them pop out. The twin pale pricks slapped against the boys' taut bellies, pointing at the ceiling, rosy and wet from her sucking. The wrinkled foreskins were worked far back, exposing the bright red glans, and the dark holes at the tips oozed pearly cream.
"There," Patty said proudly.
"You did it," said Ron.
"She did it, all right," said Jon. "No doubt about it."
"So let's ball," said Patty.
"All of us at once?" said Ron.
"Sure," she said. "Just like you did it to your mother. One of you take my cunt, the other my ass. I'd really dig trying it that way."
Henry almost spoke up. It was all right for a mature woman like Trudy to try that stunt, he believed, but he was worried that Patty's tiny rectum might be torn. He held himself back, however. She was almost a woman, she had to learn for herself. He vowed never to lay any more adult hypocrisy on her, never to be unfair again. He'd let her be free to find her own way. He slipped his arm around Trudy, and they stood there watching while Patty arranged things to her satisfaction.
"Jon," she said, "I want to try something. You lie on your back. Yeah, that's right."
Jon obediently lay down on his back on the thick carpet, and his stiff weeping little tool pointed straight up, convenient for Patty as she straddled him. She frowned in concentration as she brought her wet little pussylips down to meet his rigid rod. She sighed as she felt the small hard tip nosing into her hungry moist twat, and she let herself down on it with a moan of delight.
"Oh, yeah," she said, "it's in. Really feels good. Now just hold still till Ron gets into position. Ron, you come from behind."
It was a little awkward, but he managed it, kneeling between his brothers legs and seizing Patty's cute little butt to steady himself. There was her tiny light-brown asshole, a clear target, but it looked far too small even for his immature prick. Gingerly he seized his rigid cock and pressed the oozing red tip against the clenched bumpy mouth of her anus. He pushed, but he got nowhere. She was just too small, too tight. He was just about to announce failure, when something weird happened. He saw her asshole open up.
Patty had sensed his difficulty, and she relaxed the tight muscles at the mouth of her rectum. A dark little hole appeared, just big enough to accommodate the slick head of Ron's small prick. He eagerly thrust into it, then squealed as he felt her strong anal muscles sucking him in, up, deep into her rectum. It was deliciously hot and tight and slick in there.
"Fantastic," he said. "Okay, everybody, let's do it."
Patty began slamming her hot little pussy up and down with fierce lust, and with each movement her belly was deliciously crammed with two rock-hard little pricks. She could understand now why Trudy had gone insane with lust and pleasure when both boys balled her at once. Ron and Jon were equally excited, snorting and yelping and panting as they worked their hungry little dicks in her exquisitely tight cunt and rectum. There was no more talk, just a lot of sharp animal noises as the three happy teenagers balled each other silly.
"You know something?" Trudy said huskily. "This is making me incredibly horny." She blushed as she said it. She wasn't used to admitting her sexual feelings, but she felt it was time to get loose, time to join the modern world.
Henry chuckled. "Well, I'll just have to do something about that, won't I?"
"Not if you're too tired," said Trudy.
"Does this look tired?" he said.
Trudy glanced down and saw that his giant cock had once again risen to the occasion, long and thick and waving heavily before him. The fat purple head oozed and dripped thick juices, and the blue veins stood out vividly on his tight-skinned shaft.
Trudy licked her lips hungrily. She was indeed fortunate to have a man like Henry, tremendously well hung, able to get it up any time she needed it. She could hardly believe her good luck. Impulsively she fell to her knees and began kissing and licking his enormous hard length of meat. "Oh, Henry," she said, "we're going to be so happy when we're married."
"I wanta be happy right now," said Henry. "Stand up."
She obeyed, and he got behind her. "So you'll still be able to watch the kids," he said. Trudy wasn't sure just what he was getting at, but she soon found out. The kids stopped humping for a moment, she howled so loud as she felt Henry's mammoth hot cock thundering into her soaked vagina from behind.
"OHHHH, GOD, YES," she wailed. "Give it to me, Henry. YES."
"Way to go, Dad," said Patty.
Henry balled Trudy deeply, forcefully, but still managed to talk. "Say, kids, we've got good news. We're getting married."
"Far out," said Ron happily.
"That's really great," said Jon, "Now we can be one big family."
"Do I get to share a bedroom with the boys?" said Patty.
"Why not?" said Henry. "We want you all to be happy."
"Well, I dunno," said Ron, "sharing a room with a GIRL...."
"Oh, shut up and ball me," said Patty.
"I think we're licked," said Jon.
"But what a way to go," said Ron.
The kids shut up at last, the boys humping furiously at Patty's lusty little body, white pricks flying in and out of her tiny cunt and ass. It wasn't long before the delighted girl squealed and began to cum. Her tight hot nipping cunt and asshole squeezed the boys into simultaneous orgasms, accompanied by much yelping and howling.
Trudy watched, glad to see the kids enjoying themselves so much, but her concentration faded as she grew more and more aroused by the deep powerful lunges of Henry's giant cock in her melting belly. He hammered her from behind, snorting and gasping, and her cream gushed out to scald and lubricate his enormously thick dong.
Trudy screamed blissfully as she felt her climax coming on, and she sank deliriously into Henry's arms as he squirted her full of his sizzling cum.
"A good fuck, huh, Mom?" said one of the twins.
"Super," said Trudy, sinking to the floor as Henry released her. "By the way, boys, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. This is silly, but I still can't tell you apart. Is there any way to tell Jon from Ron?"
The twins looked at each other, then grinned. "I guess we might as well tell," said one. "After all, you're our family." The boys turned their backs, and Patty, Trudy and Henry saw that one of them had a mole on his left buttock. "I'm Ron," he said.
"Great," said Trudy, "but that won't help us tell you apart in public."
"Nope," said Jon. "Guess you'll just have to do it in private."
