Joanne Hill walked quickly into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Why did that damned itchy feeling in her cunt always seem worse at night? Joanne leaned against the door, raising her arms and folding them under her big tits as she tried to control the quick-fire spasms that were tickling her twitching clit. Her knees trembled, then grew weak as Joanne rubbed her big tits.
"Jesus!" she moaned, wishing she could rip her bra off. Her nipples hurt. They felt hot and sticky, throbbing in time to the contractions rippling through her twat. It felt so empty in her pussy. Joanne closed her eyes and bit her lower Up as she thought of how a fat, long dick would feel pressing against her cuntlips. The firm-assed blonde groaned as she imagined a throbbing cock sliding into her cunt and stretching the slick membranes of her fuck-hole.
"Joanne? Joanne, are you all right?" Donna Murphy called through the closed bedroom door.
"I-I'm fine, Donna. Just tell the girls to go on playing their bridge, and I'll be back in a few minutes," Joanne said, brushing away a few stray strands of blonde hair from her flushed face.
"It's just that you shot up from your chair so suddenly that I thought you might be sick," the black-haired woman said.
"Please, Donna! Just leave me alone for a few minutes. I'll be all right," Joanne said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice as she felt the deliciously teasing sensation of pussy-juice trickling from her fat snatchlips and oozing through her frazzled cunthairs.
"Okay, but if you need me, just yell," Donna said as she left the hall.
Joanne moaned again, clenching her teeth tightly until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her cunt felt hot and wet. Even when she moved slightly, her pussylips would rub together and more hot juice would seep out. This was the worst her cunt had felt in over six months. Why did she have to tell her husband Mike that she wanted out of the marriage? It was that damned Women's Lib that gave her the idea that she could make it on her own. Joanne felt trapped by a marriage that seemed to go nowhere. Mike came home, ate, fucked, slept. The schedule never varied.
"Fucked," Joanne moaned. She thought of her husband's dick. He might not have been the most liberal husband in the world, but he did have a pretty good fucking technique. And now what did she have? Some alimony and child-support checks from her ex-husband, a lot of rejected job application forms, and two teenage twin sons who kept asking her why she got the divorce in the first place.
"Mmmmmm NNNHHHHHGGGHH!" Joanne groaned as she rubbed her pussylips. At least her twin sons Jimmy and Jack had managed to keep her dreary situation from becoming completely impossible. They were always around, trying to help out as best they could and never complaining about the tight financial situation.
"OhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHfOHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out. She couldn't go back into the living room like this, smelling of snatch juice.
Joanne opened her eyes and staggered across the shag-carpeted bedroom floor toward the bed. The moaning blonde fell face-down on the bed as she felt flames of lust shoot out in all directions from her quivering pussy. She had to bring herself off now, or the women in the living room would begin to wonder why she had to suddenly leave.
"GODDDDD!" Joanne shouted as she rolled over on her back and pulled her knees up. The blonde hooked her trembling fingers around the edge of her short black skirt and hiked the hem above her creamy thighs. Joanne moaned again as she felt a draft of cool air blow against the hot, drooling membranes of her snatch. She felt her bristling pussyhairs. Slowly, Joanne brought her hand down, letting her fingertips gently caress the puffy lips of her jerking twat. Then she peeled the outer lips of her cunt back while she massaged the hot pussy juice into the steamy crack. Joanne groaned louder and louder as she listened to the soft, squishy, wet sound her fingers were making deep in her snatch.
"OHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" the blonde groaned. She didn't want to stop. Squeezing her clit was making her buck and jerk her way to a quick climax. Slowly, Joanne forgot about the gossiping women in the living room. All she could think of now was her cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Joanne moaned desperately as the feel of the scratchy bedspread under her asscheeks prickled her. She spread her knees farther apart, giving her probing fingers more room as the rhythmic spasms increased with every passing second. "Fuck me, fuck meeeee," she babbled as the throbbing itch became more urgent and concentrated. Her long, silky blonde hair whipped over the pillow as stronger and stronger contractions rippled through her juicing cunt.
"Arrrggghhh! Agggghhhh!" the blonde murmured, wishing that she had a prick inside her now, a cock reaming out her cumming pussy and spitting out gallons of steamy, sticky jizz. Suddenly
Joanne's mind was filled with bright lights and thunder as she rocketed over the peak. Her legs flopped loosely down to the groaning bed, then shot back up into the air.
"Cummmmm! Cummmmmmm!" Joanne moaned as she rolled suddenly onto her belly and clamped her thighs tight. Her fingers still squished between her cuntlips. Joanne pumped her ass up and down desperately now, jamming her hot box hard against her fingers in a hard, fucking motion. She thrashed her ass around in circles. The bed jerked violently and groaned loudly as she felt the room slipping away from her.
"UNNGHHHHH! UNNNGGGHHHH!" Joanne screamed into the bedspread, biting hard into the material. Her face was red as she pumped her ass wildly now. God, if only somebody were jamming his cock in her now, biting her tits and dumping his hot load into her!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Joanne moaned as she calmed down. She moved her body slowly across the wrinkled bedspread, rubbing her tits, belly and cunt against the mattress. Fingering herself "off like this helped take the edge off that aching, itching feeling that gripped her cunt almost every day now. But it was coming back with increasing frequency and intensity. Joanne had to do something fast.
"My God!" Joanne whispered as she pushed herself up. The blonde staggered to her feet and walked to the full-length, bathroom-door mirror. She stared, noticing the snatch juice drying on her legs.
"What a mess!" Joanne said, turning away quickly and walking briskly into the bathroom. She started to comb out her tangled hair as she wondered about what to tell the girls. They'd all been talking about her next-door neighbor Kathy Home and the way she was passing her pussy around when Joanne felt that she couldn't listen to them any more.
"That lucky bitch!" Joanne said as she tucked her wrinkled white blouse back into her skirt. The women in the living room were probably still talking about how Kathy had been caught fucking two high-school seniors by her husband. Joanne had to admit to herself that she was a little shocked by her neighbor's behavior. Those boys were just a few years older than Jimmy and Jack and there they were, fucking the brains out of Kathy!
"Oh!" Joanne cried out as she started to open the door. Her clit throbbed slightly. The big-titted blonde wondered why she was still hot? Was she turning into one of those nymphos who practically have to have a barber pole shoved up their twats to keep them happy?
"Joanne, dear. We were just talking about you," Sylvia Porter, a tall spindly forty-year-old woman, said a little acidly.
"I'm sure you were, Sylvia," Joanne said curtly as she sat down with her bridge partners.
"Feeling better?" Donna asked as she picked up her cards and studied them carefully.
"Much," Joanne said, trying to ignore the increasing blasts of heat that were stinging her pussy. For some reason, Joanne kept getting mental images of Kathy and her two sons Jimmy and Jack fucking and sucking like crazy. Why was she thinking of something like that? And why was her mind beginning to concentrate on her own sons and their possible sexual activity? She tried to drive those questions out of her mind by concentrating on the bridge game. But they crept up constantly, making her bid erratically and wish that she could throw all the women out so that she could finger-fuck herself again.
"Well, Hank Home did the right thing, if you ask me," Sylvia sniffed as she laid down her cards in obvious triumph.
"Nobody did, Sylvia," Joanne mumbled loudly.
"I mean, if that whore can't manage to keep her hands to herself, why then it's a husband's duty to throw her out on the streets where she belongs," Sylvia continued, ignoring Joanne's remark.
"But don't you think that's a little hard on her? I mean, he caught her with the two boys. But that's only one mistake," Donna said innocently.
"Once?" Sylvia said in a high-pitched voice. "I've heard that Kathy Home goes down to the high-school and literally looks for young boys to drag home to her bed when Hank's out of town."
"That's a vicious lie!" Joanne said, unable to take any more of the woman's conversation.
"Really, Joanne. Somehow I didn't picture you as that woman's defender," Sylvia said, pushing back her chair and rising slowly.
"I'm not here to defend anybody. It's just that I think it's a cheap shot to talk about someone when they're not here. It's dishonest," Joanne said, putting down her cards. Joanne could almost understand how Kathy could turn to strange young men when her husband wasn't in the sack with her. She couldn't join Sylvia and the others in condemning her.
"Joanne isn't feeling well tonight," Donna said, moving quickly over to her friend and putting her arms around her. "Don't you know that that bitch could ruin your reputation' in this area with a few phone calls?" she whispered in Joanne's ear.
"I don't care," Joanne whispered back, flashing a quick glance at the frowning Sylvia.
"Maybe we'd better go right now," Donna said, backing away from her friend and starting to pick up the bridge cards.
"I'll take care of that. I'm sorry, but Donna's right. I'm just not feeling-right tonight. Please, forgive me. I'll call you all tomorrow," Joanne apologized, smiling as best she could as she watched the women get their coats and file out the front door silently.
"Beware the wrath of God," Donna whispered at the living-room doorway, winking at her friend.
Joanne leaned against the back of the living-room couch and wondered what she should do^next. Finger her clit again? All she was getting from that were tired fingers and a cunt that seemed to grow hotter after each time she popped off. No, she needed a dick. Inches of hot prickmeat jammed up her snatch.
"Jesus!" Joanne said, closing her eyes and clenching her slender fingers into a tight fist. She couldn't believe she was thinking like this. Joanne felt suddenly like a cheap whore. Her thoughts all centered around cock. Her body ached for cock. If
Jimmy or Jack were to walk through that door now, she couldn't be sure that she wouldn't-
"No! No, that's sick!" Joanne said as she turned around and rubbed her itchy cunt against the back of the couch. That was incest, something that made her shudder more and more lately as she started thinking of her sons with more than motherly love. Joanne had heard of women who went to bed with their sons. Was it possible she was turning into one of them?
Suddenly Joanne remembered what Sylvia said-something about Hank next door throwing his wife Kathy out of the house. A cock with no place to go, and only a few feet away!
"Jesus!" Joanne said, wiping off the sweat that flowed down her neck. This would be the first time she'd slept with a man other than her husband. Could she do something like that? Joanne suddenly smiled, then broke out into loud laughter. She'd been thinking about fucking her sons. Sleeping with Hank Home was child's play after something like that.
"No! God!" Joanne said, stopping at the door. Had she been thinking about fucking her sons, or was it just fucking in general? Joanne tried to drive the thoughts out of her mind as she pulled open the door and almost ran down the porch steps. As she crossed the yard, she noticed that the living-room lights were still on in Hank's home.
Joanne reached the driveway and paused for a few seconds. Her heart was beating wildly as she thought of what she was going to do. Me, Joanne Hill, I'm going to make a pass at a neighbor, a friend so that he can fuck me. Joanne stood only a few feet away front the porch steps, debating whether or not she should climb up the steps and give it a try. Then the lights suddenly went out in the living room. Joanne gasped as she felt her heart skip a beat. If she was going to act, she had to do it now before Hank went to sleep.
Joanne took a deep breath, then marched across the drive and up the porch steps. "Who's there?"
"Joanne, from next door." The deep, rough tone of Hank's voice made Joanne's skin crawl with sexual excitement.
"I'll be there in a second," Hank shouted. It seemed like hours before the lights went back on, and Joanne saw the man's silhouette against the curtained window of the front door.
"Hey, come on in. I was just going to bed," Hank said as he pulled the door open and stepped back to let Joanne in.
"I-I'm sorry for bothering you, but I thought I heard somebody prowling around outside my house. Jack and Jimmy are still away at summer camp, and the girls left early from the bridge party. I didn't know what to do." Joanne walked into the dark living room and sat down in the closest chair. She couldn't look at Hank. He was wearing just a short maroon bathrobe that was tied loosely around his waist. Joanne was afraid that the ruggedly handsome man would catch the real meaning of her visit too quickly if he looked closely at her. Joanne wanted a fuck bad, but she didn't want to look too anxious for cockmeat. Somehow, she didn't think it was all that proper for a woman to hop right into the sack with a man she'd never screwed before.
"Prowler, eh? Well, I've got a gun around here that should take care of anybody," Hank said as he walked-quickly over to a desk and pulled open the top drawer.
"Oh don't! I think he's gone," Joanne cried out
"You never know. You're living alone next door, without a man to protect you. Some of the creepos around here could take advantage of something like that," Hank said as he looked at the gun, then put it down on the desk top as he continued to stare at her.
Joanne felt the blood rushing to her face. She stared at Hank and suddenly felt the air grow hot and thick between them. Something was drawing the two of them closer and closer together.
"I-I know. Mike calls me up almost every night and asks me to come back to him," Joanne said, feeling desperate and trying to think of anything to say.
"At least you've got somebody who cares about you," Hank said, his face frowning as he turned away from Joanne.
"I heard about-"
"About those two fuckin' boys? Shit! I couldn't believe it. I come home early and there's my wife with two strange men-not even men! Goddamn! One was kneeling in front of her on the bed with his dick up her twat, and the other was behind her, plowing her asshole with his dick. She bounced from one to the other. I must've been standing in that doorway for five minutes before anybody even saw me!"
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried, growing hotter and hotter over the mental image of Kathy Home being rammed from both ends by a pair of young, jizz-filled cocks. Hank was too wrapped up in remembering the shock of that discovery to notice the blonde's obvious reaction to his story.
"Christ, I guess I was a little turned on by watching her, or I would've stopped it. Shit, it doesn't matter! I threw that fuckin' little whore out of this house, and I haven't seen her since," Hank said, slamming his fist down hard on the desk top.
"Oh! I'm sorry," Joanne said.
"Hey, it's my fault," Hank said, forcing a smile as he picked up the gun and put it back in the drawer. "Want a drink?"
Joanne didn't know what to say. She'd come into the house, determined to get laid by this man. Now here she was, sitting in the middle of his living room, tongue-tied and nervous like some teen-aged giii going out on her first date.
"Something wrong?" Hank asked, walking slowly over to her.
Joanne looked up and noticed something bumping gently against the front of his maroon bathrobe. Her heart pounded so wildly that she thought it would rip through her rib cage. It was Hank's cock, big, thick and flaccid, swaying lazily from one side to the- other with each step he took.
"No, it's just that-" Joanne felt her mouth go dry-There was a definite note of sexual heat in her voice that seemed to strike a sympathetic key in
Hank. The big man stopped only a few feet in front of her. For a second there was a painful silence again, and Joanne could have screamed "fuck me" at the top of her voice. But at the same time she felt completely hypnotized by Hank's deep, brown eyes. She wanted to stand up and lean against the powerful man, pushing her mouth against his and digging her tongue in between his thick lips.
"I think I need a drink," Hank finally said.
"Please-" Joanne said as he turned to walk toward the bar. She didn't have to say anything more. There was something in the tone of her voice that let Hank know the real reason why she'd come over to his place.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Hank said as he stroked the growing protrusion under his robe.
Joanne shuddered and felt her nipples grow into hard, pointed spikes under her tight bra as she watched the outline, of Hank's dick become more and more pronounced. In a few seconds the robe would come apart and his dick would be bobbing in the air. She still had a few seconds to get up and run out the door.
"I don't know," Joanne said softly, her mind dizzy with excitement. She knew she couldn't leave the house-not until her cunt had been filled to the brim with the big man's hot jizz.
"Sure you do, or you wouldn't have come over here in the first place," Hank said as he reached down and slowly unfastened his bathrobe.
Joanne lowered her eyes and riveted them on the rod that was poking against his robe. In a second she'd be on her back, whimpering like a bitch-dog in heat while Hank was toying with her wet cuntlips. The idea almost made her cum right there in the living-room chair.
"Oh, babe!" Hank moaned as he opened his bathrobe, then shrugged his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
Joanne gasped in amazement as she let her eyes travel all over the big man's body. His flat, hairy chest and belly panted with excitement as-his dick jerked and twitched nervously. She felt completely possessed by the man's tight compact body. Joanne wanted to jump up from the chair and run her tongue over the thick matted black hair that covered his body. She wanted to feel his cockhead sinking slowly into her hot fuckhole as her pussylips clamped shut around the driving, thickly-veined shaft.
"Come on, I don't want to be the only one without any clothes on in the room," Hank finally managed to say.
"I want you so bad ..." Joanne finally admitted as she staggered to her feet and walked shakily up to Hank. She felt a hot thrill burn over her skin as Hank's cock dug against her skirt. Joanne brushed against the man's body as she begged for a kiss.
"Jeeze, babe, you need some cockmeat bad!" Hank said, sliding his hands around to Joanne's tits and squeezing the spongy flesh hard.
"Take it off, God, pleeeeease," Joanne moaned as Hank started to unbutton her blouse. She felt his powerful, thick fingers fumble over the buttons, then groping around for the snap to her bra. In seconds she felt the constraining material fall away from her hot skin and fall to the floor.
"All the way, babe," Hank said as he unzipped her skirt, pulling at the buttons until it fell in a heaped puddle around her ankles.
"Hank, fuck me! Oh god, fuck me! I need your cock! Need cock! Need!" Joanne mumbled as she felt her tit-tips rub across his chest. Hot snatch juice drooled out from between her fat, puffy labes and trickled down her thighs as Joanne reached down and started to play with Hank's prick.
His cock was as hard as steel. The blonde sighed happily. She'd almost forgotten what a hot male dick felt like. The head flared out and was spongy when she pushed her fingernail into it gently. Hank grunted and hunched his thighs against hers, rubbing the full length of his powerful rod against her slippery gash.
It'd been so long since she'd had a dick up her snatch. Joanne wondered if Hank's big cock would hurt her.
"Aw, babe, I'm going to freak out with you touching me like that," the man said as he slowly slid his hands down her sides, letting his fingers crawl toward that hot, swampy slit between Joanne's shaking legs.
"Please, let's-"
"Right here's good enough," Hank said, reaching down and brushing her hand away from his jerking prick as he led her toward the living-room couch.
Chapter Two
"But your wife, what if she comes home?" Joanne asked as she squirmed her bare, firm asscheeks on the cool couch cushions.
"It'd do her good to see how it feels to be on the other side," Hank said as he pushed Joanne against the back of the couch. Gently, he spread her legs, then crawled in between them. He carefully avoided touching her cunt. It was as if he wanted to work her up to a fever-pitch before he started playing around with her pussy.
"What are you doing?" Joanne asked as he pushed her gently down into the couch.
"Wet your whistle on this jobber first," Hank said, looking down at his purple-headed, throbbing dick.
"But, I-" Joanne almost laughed at the way she sounded. She and Mike had tried a lot of things in the sack, and sucking cock was certainly one of them. It was just that Hank's dick looked much thicker than her husband's. Joanne might dislocate her jaw on her neighbor's prick-
"Come on," Hank-said urgently as he reached over and clamped his fingers around her head, pulling her hard toward his hot groin.
Joanne stared at his cock twitching only inches away from her parted lips. She could feel the heat radiating from the end of the jerking rod, and she knew that Hank was as desperate for her mouth as she was for his prick.
"Ohhhhhh," Joanne moaned as she squeezed her mushy cunt-lips. At the same time the blonde shot her head forward. She was aroused to an animal ftiry, falling on the man like a crazed jackal. She covered Hank's hairy groin with her hot, wet tongue, sloshing and slurping at the hot, hard skin with her tongue and lips as the man swayed and groaned in ecstasy.
"Lick it babe. Oh shit, yeahhhh! Yeahhhh!" "Mmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as her lips zeroed in on his prick. The woman ran her pursed lips along the full length of Hank's cock, giving the hot, tightly-stretched dickskin wet kisses. "Suck it!" Hank insisted.
But Joanne wanted to drag out this session for as long as she could. The blonde pulled her head back slightly and raised her left hand, moving it around to the tip of her neighbor's cockhead. Joanne gasped as she felt the incredible sexual heat almost burn her fingertips. Pre-cum drops bubbled out of Hank's pisshole. She moved her slender fingers slowly around the silky cock-tip, then ran them down the long, thick shaft, twisting and lubricating the taut hot skin of his throbbing fuck-stick.
Hank closed his eyes and threw back bis head, moaning. Joanne felt her snatch growing tighter and tighter as her clit popped out and beat crazily against her pussy membranes. The blonde didn't know how much longer she could play around like this before she had to have something jammed up her snatch.
"Jesus! Take that fuckin' thing in your mouth before I shoot off in the air!" Hank groaned.
Joanne moaned happily, glad that she was driving the man crazy with her mouth. The blonde lowered her head and moved forward, running her tongue sensuously around the base of Hank's massive dark-red prick. She was teasing the man almost beyond his endurance. She licked around her neighbor's leathery balls, sucking and tonguing the -wrinkled hot skin. It was an agony that was delicious to prolong.
"UNNGHHHH! SHITTTT!" Hank groaned. "Mmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she finger-fucked her cuntlips. Her tongue went wild over Hank's jerking cock as she ran her fingertip over her clit. Joanne felt her thigh muscles rippling with tension as her hand worked steadily at her cunt. Her hand glistened now with hot pussy-juice as Hank begged her again and again to suck his cock. "Come on, babe!" Hank cried out, digging his fingertips into Joanne's bobbing skull.
"Mmmmmmm," the blonde responded again.
Enough was enough! She couldn't stand this kind of playing around either.
Slowly Joanne dragged her mouth along the top of Hank's dick until she reached the top. She sucked in a small drop of lubricant that oozed out of the cock slit. Then she dug her tongue into the piss-slit, slowly licking her way up and down Hank's mammoth hard-on.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Hank groaned, swaying dangerously back and forth on the couch.
Joanne's tongue teased the throbbing ridge of Hank's cock. She slid it back and forth until the man screamed out that he was cumming.
"NOW! FUCKIN'JEEEESUS! NOW!"
"Oh God! No!" Joanne groaned as she pulled her mouth away and clamped her hand hard around the thick pole. She could feel the veins throbbing crazily as a shot of cum blew out of the man's purple dickhead. He couldn't be cumming now. Not when she was still sitting on the couch, leaking rivers of cunt-juice onto the cushions.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Hank groaned, closing his eyes and almost falling on top of her. Joanne continued to grip his dick hard. She wasn't about to let any more of his jizz spray into the air. She'd stuff it back in if she had to. But Hank's cum was going to fill up her snatch if she had anything to say about it.
"Okay. I'm okay now," he finally gasped as
Joanne let go of his rigid prick.
"MMMGGGGFFFF!" Joanne groaned as she went back to her cock-sucking. She clamped her lips onto his giant prong, sliding her mouth forward until she could feel the hot tip of Hank's prick in her throat. She started sucking furiously, swirling her tongue around the massive dick as best she could. At the same time, Joanne reached up and ran her hand up and down Hank's cock, toying with the hot, pink skin as her lips clamped down harder and harder.
"Woooooooo! Enough of that!" Hank said, pulling away from the bobbing blonde. "We both know that I want a nice, juicy piece of ass. I don't need this to bring me off."
Joanne felt her cunt ripple with excitement.-The two of them were slowly turning into animals, lusting after one another as if they were in some kind of mating season. She felt hot flashes shoot through all parts of her body as Hank reached over and slowly pushed her down on the couch.
"God, how I want to fuck you," Hank said as his big hands trailed over her tits as Joanne lay down and slowly spread herlegs apart.
"I've been watching your ass for a while-ever since you threw Mike out of the house. And now I'm gonna get a feel of what I've been missing," Hank said as he reached for her snatch.
Joanne watched in fascination as her neighbor's finger worked in between the hairy lips of her pussy. Once he found the sucking hole of her box, Hank rammed the finger deep inside of her.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne groaned, closing her eyes. He was rougher with her pussy than she was earlier that night. But it was a man's hand that was stretching her cuntal membranes apart. It was a man's fingers that were scraping and groping their way deeper and deeper into her juice-slickened fuck-tunnel. Joanne gasped as she felt Hank's thumb bump against her clit-flesh. The man's finger was making sloppy, wet sounds as it dug deeper and deeper into Joanne's jerking cunt. She moaned wildly as she reached up and tugged at Hank's hard-on, trying to drag it closer to her drooling pussy.
"Want it, babe?"
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss! Please, Hank. I want it, I've got to have it," Joanne begged. "Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck me! It's been so long, and I can't stand it any more!"
Slowly Hank let Joanne pull him down on her twisting, sweating body. Every square inch of her hot skin was begging for her neighbor's dick. Joanne felt her pussyUps pursing and puckering as the man's cock inched closer and closer to her horny cunt. -
"Fuck me!" Joanne said huskily. She pulled at Hank's waist, forcing the fat cockhead to batter against her pussyUps.
"Got to have it, don't you?" Hank groaned as he hunched hard against the woman's tight cunt.
"AHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH, Hank. It feels soooooo big!" Joanne groaned as she felt the first few inches of his cock slip past her cunt-lips and sink into her hot hole. Joanne couldn't stop moaning and sighing as the muscular man's thick root forced its way. into her jerking body. Each hot inch of hard dick that he fed her hungry pussy made the blonde moan as she raked his broad, shuddering shoulders with her fingernails.
"Jesus, you've got a nice tight cunt. But that's the way I like it," Hank grunted. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Joanne's inner thighs. She groaned. All she could do was rub her wildly-beating clit against the top of Hank's dick.
"That's right, babe. Fuck back. Give me a good ride!" Hank moaned as the blonde started to buck against his hairy, sweating groin.
"OHHHHHH, YESSS! YESSS!" Joanne hissed between her tightly clenched teeth. Each powerful downward stroke was better than the last. Joanne felt the big man's heavy balls thudding against her upturned ass. The furry sensation of them swinging against her downy buttcheeks added to the hot, clinging lust that gripped her brain. Each sliding motion of Hank's fat sausage sent sharp blasts of pleasure through Joanne's twisting, bucking body until she felt her breath leaving her.
"Go on, babe. Cum. I'm going to make you get off so many times that you'll lose count. So do it!" Hank groaned. The man's promise sent chills up 2nd down Joanne's spine. The big-titted blonde gasped and jerked convulsively as her hot pussy-juice started to spurt more and more out of her.
"Oooooooo ... unnnghhhh! Fuck mei Oh God, ruuuccckkk mmmmeee!" she screamed. Each : terrible, clit-ripping wave of sensation tore at Joanne's mind. She felt her cuntal muscles grow tight, then relax suddenly, only to grow tight again. Hot flashes blasted across her heaving gut as wave after wave of clit-wringing contractions swept over her body.
"Shit, almost made me cum!" Hank said as he pulled back slightly and smiled weakly at her.
"You didn't?" Joanne asked in astonishment.
She felt completely drained of energy. Yet she knew there was enough hominess in her pussy to go on all night. The big man had just started to tap the dam of. sexual frustration that had been building up behind her snatchlips for months. Right now, Joanne felt as if all the bars had been pulled down. She was free now, free for the first time in her life. No marriage bed to worry about. No sons to care about. All she had to worry about was her pussy and how she could satisfy it.
"Like I said, babe, I'm gonna make you cum so many times that you'll crawl bow-legged out of here by morning," Hank said as his thick cock went on ramming into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried out as Hank suddenly yanked his jerking rod out of her sucking snatch. She whined when Hank reached down and dug his fingers into her heaving sides. "What are you doing?"
Joanne and Mike had done a lot of things, but never ass-fueking. Panic gripped her tits as she felt the cushions pressing against her burning tits. Then Hank's powerful hands were running over her firm buttocks and kneading them slowly as the tip of bis cock trailed over the quivering, downy skin.
"No, don't!" Joanne protested.
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not going to ram you in the shitter. At least, not yet," Hank said. He slid his hands under her thighs and slowly pulled her ass up in the air. Then he hunched forward, slipping his fat dickhead over her wet snatch membranes and worming it between her pussylips to find the open groove of her greedy cunt. "Oh, shit, that feels good!" Joanne moaned as her neighbor's blood-filled dick plowed its way into the slick folds of her mushy box. The blonde made a low humming sound deep in her throat as she thrust back against him. Joanne continued to groan like a wild animal as the stiff prick filled her more and more. Hank humped against her bucking body, making her fits away back and forth and scrape over the cushions, He drove his dick harder and harder against her battered pussylips. Joanne shook and twisted as she felt herself rocketing toward another climax. "GODDD! GODDDDD! GODDDDD!" Joanne cried out with every thrust. "Fuckin' bitch! FUUUUCCXKKKK!" Hank answered, clamping his powerful fingers around Joanne's swaying jugs. The blonde moaned happily as she felt him squeeze her tit-tips until she thought she'd piss from the sensation. I'm getting hot again! Ohhhhh, God, I'm-" Joanne couldn't believe that she was getting this close to cumming again. It should have been impossible. She should have been too tired. But there was that wonderful hot glow down in her cunt that was making her moan, scream and shriek for more dick.
"like it, babe? Like it when I fuck you dog-style?" he asked as he slipped more dickmeat into her. Joanne squirmed as if answering him, moaning and increasing the speed of her ass. She let the smooth, silky flesh of her buttcheeks rub against his thick groin hair. "Ohhh, shit, yeah! I can tell that you love it'. Oh yeah, babe, you really digit!"
Hank continued to kneel behind her, his hands still wrapped around her tits while his hips jerked forward, driving his fat cock straight up into Joanne's heaving belly. She squealed like a happy puppy. Her violated pussy was stretched, and her clit was rubbed by Hank's hairy rod. Joanne had never been this aroused in her entire life.
"Unnnghhh! God, it feels sooooo goooood," Joanne whispered as she continued to twist in obscene delight. "Harder! Do it harder!"
"Sure. I'll screw your ass off if you want it that way," Hank muttered. His hunching big cock came faster and harder, and Joanne felt her toes curl and her fingers claw at the cushions as she fought to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs with pleasure.
"How about something in your ass, babe?"
"No! NOOOOO!" Joanne cried out, thinking that Hank was going to slip his dick in her shitter.
"Relax. The cock stays where it is," he said as he pulled his hands free of her swaying jugs. Joanne felt him work his fingers around her cock-stuffed pussy, slicking them down with her bubbling snatch juice.
"God, what are you d-d-DOINNNGGG!" Joanne cried out as she felt Hank's lubricated fingers slip up the tight crevice between her asscheeks and up to her puckered brown bung. Hot bolts of pleasure/pain ripped through her as his thumb-tip pressed hard against her clenched shit-chute.
"Just relax," Hank grunted.
"Onnnghhh ... oh my GODDDDD!" Joanne cried out as her face contorted with pain. She felt her body jerking in response to the sudden ass-penetration. "Take it out! Oh Hank, please take it out! It hurts!"
Hank ignored her as he worked the thumb around and around in the tight grip of her shitter.
"I can't believe that you never tried this out. Not the way you've been buckin' around here like a prowling cat! You and Mike must've tried this."
Joanne couldn't answer him. She was gasping and moaning as his thumb continued to stretch and pull at her asshole. Darts of pain rocketed up the sweating blonde's spine and merged with the bolts of hot pleasure that shot up from her beating clit. Joanne had never felt something this mixed and confused before. Pleasure and pain mixed together and created something that dangled between indescribable lust and horrible agony.
"AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out. She whispered louder and louder, shaking her head in uncontrollable delight.
Hank began to work his thumb in and out of her more rhythmically, imitating the motions of fucking. He reamed out her ass with his thumb as if it were a tiny cock. Joanne's belly shook. Her thick, blonde hair hung down, covering her red face. She couldn't help from responding to the double fucking that Hank was giving her.
"Fuck! I can't hold back any more!" Hank cried out, digging his fingers hard into her shitter.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHH!" Joanne yelled at the top of her lungs as she felt his dick swell enormously in her pussy. She was dangling between two worlds, hanging over the delicious valley of orgasm. The bucking blonde was being driven forward by the lightning strokes of the man's cock. She felt the fat dickhead stiffen and bloat up deep inside her sucking box. Joanne wished that this second cum could last forever. It was that delicious cliff-hanging just before cumming that drove her crazy with lust.
"N-N-NOWWWWW!" Hank cried out, shaking wildly behind Joanne's ass.
"Oh God! GODDDDDD!" the woman cried out as she felt him start to shoot his jizz out of his swollen, contracting balls into her hungry snatch.
"AIYEEE! AIYEEEE!" Joanne cried out. She could feel jet after scalding jet of cum spattering against the walls of her cunt.
"FUCK! CUM! CUM! CUM!" Hank ordered her as he bucked and slammed against her ass.
Joanne gasped as she felt his jizz coat her clit and make the friction of his cock better than before.
"OHHH! OHHHH!" Joanne cried out, feeling herself letting go and suddenly floating up hi the air. Her cunt clamped down shut on the spraying dick, milking the hot, contracting sides of Hank's cock as the first contraction rippled over her clit.
"That's it, babe! That's it!" Hank shouted as he continued to fire more jizz into her.
"OHHHHH! AIYEEEEEE!" Joanne cried out wildly as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her tits ached with each wild spasm racking her cunt. Joanne's pussy kept clutching and milking Hank's rigid, shooting dick.
"More! MORE!" Hank called out as he gripped her bucking ass with his hands and fired more cum into her. Joanne couldn't believe it! He was blasting more jizz. It was like having a garden hose stuffed in her pussy. She could feel the hot, lavalike fuck-juice running down her thighs and soaking into the couch cushions as the man groaned and yelled behind her.
"OH NOOO! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Joanne cried out, feeling the spasms that had threatened to die away come back in full force. She felt the muscles of her snatch clamp tight around, the slippery prong and hold it as she worked and wriggled herself around it. "Oh ... OH! AHHHH! AIYEEEEE! UNNGHHHHHHl"
"Fuck, fuck," Hank moaned as he fell forward and collapsed on top of Joanne, pushing her down hard onto the couch.
"Ohhhhhhh," the woman groaned, feeling every ounce of energy drained from her as she fell onto the sagging cushions. The last animal scream of her second orgasm still rang in her ears.
"Shit, I don't think Kathy ever gave me a piece of ass like that," Hank said.
"And I don't think that Mike made me do those things and enjoy them like you did," Joanne admitted, smiling softly as she squeezed her slackening cuntal walls around Hank's still-embedded cock.
"Maybe we should see one another a little more often," Hank said as he bent his head down and kissed her softly on the nape of the neck.
"Mmmmmm, and I'm just next door. Oh God, there's my sons. What would Jimmy and Jack say?" Joanne asked suddenly, remembering her two boys.
"We'll be careful. Besides, they like me," Hank said, hunching gently against her firm ass-mounds.
"Maybe. But they still love their father. You know, it was almost a toss-up as to who they were going to live with when we separated. The only reason they came with me was because they thought I'd get myself into trouble alone," Joanne said.
"Well, you have, haven't you?" Hank asked, chuckling softly.
"I guess so," Joanne said, smiling as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the full, wet feeling of her stretched pussy.
Chapter Three
Joanne glanced nervously at the living-room wall clock and noticed that it was five-thirty. Her two sons would be home any minute, and she still hadn't started dinner!
"Shit!" she cried as she picked up three stray pillows and threw-them onto the living-room couch, inspecting their covers for any stray traces of cooling cum or snatch juice. Hank had just gotten through nailing her pussy to the floor, propping up her ass with the pillows as he dumped his load of jizz into her box. Joanne could still feel her clit throbbing and beating as she squeezed her firm thighs together. Hank had almost become a regular thing in the past week. He was in her bed almost every night, balling her with his thick, red dick when he wasn't sucking her tits and fingering her drooling cunt.
But both of them knew that this sexual free-for-all had to stop soon. The two boys would be coming home.
"Damn!" Joanne whispered softly as she thought of what she'd be giving up for her sons. Hank was forceful and at the same time gentle, letting her work her way up to a clit-ripping climax before shooting his fuck-juice into her. The two of them experimented with countless positions, each one more exciting than the last.
Joanne could have stayed in bed with the hunky stud all day and all night for the next year. But she had Jimmy and Jack to care for. She loved her sons-Joanne had no doubt about that.
"I love my sons," Joanne repeated to herself as she sat down on the couch. But right now, the blonde wished that Jimmy and Jack had decided to stay an extra week at camp rather than come home early.
"Ummmmm," Joanne moaned as he remembered that bolt of disappointment when Jack called and told her the news about coming home. She had tried to sound enthusiastic. But Hank was lying next to her, hunching his hot, taut-skinned dick against her while he fingered her tits gently with his right hand.
Joanne sighed as she felt her cunt flutter again. She felt her pussylips getting puffy again. Hank was coming back soon, all right, but with her two sons in tow. He promised to drive to the train station in downtown L.A. to pick up Jimmy and Jack while she straightened up the house. Their last fuck had been a kind of farewell to the past.
"They're here!" she cried out suddenly as she heard a car pull into the drive. Joanne ran to the front window. Hank was climbing out of the driver's side of his car. She felt her snatch fire up like a coal stove as she saw his powerful, muscular legs flash into view.
Joanne closed her eyes and clenched her fists for control again. "
"Hey, Mom! We're finally home!" Jimmy cried as he threw open the door and stood at the entranceway with both feet spread widely apart.
"You've been gone so long. I don't think I can recognize my own sons," Joanne said, smiling
. broadly at the handsome young blond boy. Joanne didn't know why, but her heart was beating faster and faster as her son walked into the living room.
Jimmy's long blond hair was almost white now after a summer of swimming and hiking at camp.
Joanne inhaled sharply as Jimmy put his arms around her slender waist and gave her a playful hug. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could feel something hard and hot between his legs.
Joanne could feel the ripples in her son's muscular arms and chest as he gave her another playful hug, then backed away.
"My! I'm glad to see that you're happy to be home," Joanne gasped as she fought to control the hot, tight feeling in her cunt. She looked into her son's bright blue eyes and noticed a mischievous twinkle. Did he know what he was triggering off in her pussy?
"Where's Jack?" Joanne asked as he tried to shake the thought of her son's cock from her mind.
"Coming up now. Hank's helping him with the bags. Jack hurt his right hand yesterday playing baseball," Jimmy said.
"Ohhh, is it bad?" Joanne asked as Jack walked into the living room. She saw the big bandage around her son's hand and almost burst out crying.
"Hey, Mom. Take it easy. It's not broken or anything. Just a bad bruise. The people up at camp said that everything will be okay in a couple of days. They just bandaged it up like this to be super careful," Jack said as he walked up to his mother and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Well, you're going to take it easy for the next few days," Joanne said as she stepped back and looked at her two sons. They may have been twins, but they didn't look alike at all. Jack was huskier than Jimmy and had black curly hair. His eyes were dark, almost black, and they sparkled with nervous energy.
Jack was wearing a blue flannel shirt that was open to the waist, revealing a thick mat of hair. He was just sixteen, and he already had the body of a man in his twenties! Joanne couldn't help wondering how all that hair would feel scraping across her soft, hot tender skin.
"Well, this is the last of it!" Hank grunted as he pulled in the last few suitcases through the door and deposited them next to the couch.
"Hey, thanks for picking us up," Jimmy said, turning around and shaking Hank's hand.
"Yeah. I'd shake too, but. . ." The boy looked down at his injured hand and laughed softly.
"Joanne, you've got two fine sons here. They're already men. Your mother's been worried about prowlers lately. Seems she's heard them on several nights," Hank said, giving Joanne a quick wink. "Why didn't you call us?" Jack asked. "Yeah, or Dad? We would've been down here in no time flat," Jimmy said, obviously upset.
"I didn't want to spoil your fun. Besides, Hank here was good protection until you two came back," Joanne said, flashing Hank a warning look to keep quiet. She didn't want her two sons to suspect that anything was going on between her and the man next door. Joanne was afraid that they might get upset and leave her for their father. She wanted her sons, especially now. The blonde didn't want to take any chance on losing them.
"Well, gang, I'll let all of you talk alone. I've got to be getting on home," Hank said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. Home," Jimmy said as he picked up his bag and started up the stairway for his bedroom.
"I hope things get better for you and your wife," Jack said cheerily.
"Well, we'll see," Hank said, frowning suddenly and shaking his head.
"Jack!" Joanne said. "You shouldn't..."
"It's okay. I guess everybody knows by now. Well, I've found some compensation in the whole thing," Hank said, flashing a broad smile at Joanne before he turned and walked down the porch steps.
Joanne flushed a deep red, knowing what Hank was referring to.
"You should have called us," Jack said again.
"I'm sorry. But let's not talk about that now. I'm just glad the two of you are home," Joanne said, smiling broadly at both her sons.
"Let's go out and celebrate," Jimmy suggested as he continued up the stairs with his suitcase.
"Good idea. I didn't cook anything," Joanne said.
"God!" Joanne groaned as she leaned against the kitchen sink and poured herself a stiff Scotch and water. She put the bottle down with a loud clatter, then grit her teeth. Joanne didn't want her sons to hear her. They were probably asleep in their beds now.
"Mmmmmm," the blonde murmured as she felt the hot liquid ease down her throat. -
Joanne carried the drink into the darkened dining room, trying to forget about the gnawing feeling in her snatch. All through dinner Joanne could only think about cock, cock and more cock. She pictured Hank crouched over her, sinking lower and lower as his dick pushed against her split, puffy wet labes.
"Ahhhhhh," Joanne moaned again as she climbed the stairs quickly and walked into her own room. She stumbled toward her nightstand, fumbled for the light switch on the big lamp next to her bed.
"Hank," the woman sighed as she flipped on the light, then sank down on the bed. Joanne never felt so lonely in her life. She lifted the glass to her lips and took another long swallow of the Scotch. The blonde felt drained and desperate. Joanne looked at the empty bed, and she thought it reminded her of the desert. She ran her hand over her firm thighs, knowing that Hank should be there, waiting to ram his cock up her cunny.
"Shit!" Joanne said, suddenly wishing that she could throw the glass against the wall in frustration, run down the stairs and out the door to Hank's home. But there were her sons-
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"Damn them!" Joanne said, feeling her blood warming up fast from the effects of the alcohol. It was putting her into a mellow, horny mood with no cock to take care of it. She put the drink down on the bedstand and undressed quickly. Joanne slipped on a sheer dressing gown, belted it loosely around her waist, and picked up the glass of Scotch, draining the last of it before going to the bathroom.
As she stepped out into the hall, Joanne noticed a light shining under the door of Jimmy's bedroom. It was after one in the morning, and a little late for him to be awake. Joanne tip-toed to the door to investigate. Her head felt light and buzzy. The blonde felt hot and cold at the same time as she approached the door.
"Jimmy?" Joanne called out softly as she knocked on the door. No answer. The blonde inhaled sharply, then lowered her right hand to the doorknob. Her fingers felt like ice and they were trembling as she pushed on the door.
"Oh!" Joanne cried out softly, letting go of the door and automatically clutching her tits in surprise. Jimmy's bedside radio was playing softly, and he was stretched out sound asleep. What stopped her like a brick wall at the doorway was the fact that he was stark naked.
-52
Joanne stared in amazement. She hadn't seen him this naked since he was five years old. Now, the sight of her son's body glowing with powerful sensuality made her feint from the hot lust blasting away in her twitching box. Joanne studied every inch of Jimmy's smoothly muscular body.
His body was smooth and muscular. His cock was a smooth narrow spear unblemished by any knobby veins or wrinkled ugly foreskin. The head flared out like a mushroom cap. What particularly excited and attracted Joanne was that her son's big dong was in a state of hot-blooded erection.
She felt her body throbbing with a strange excitement as she moved into the room quietly, shutting the door behind her. Joanne stood beside the boy's bed. His swollen cock, inflamed with blood and lust, lay stretched and twitching slightly across his flat belly. The reddened skin was drawn tight around the big rod, while a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the head.
Joanne's eyes widened when she saw that droplet of sperm. The blonde closed her eyes and swayed back and forth as her clit erected.
Joanne felt her tit-tips hardening into spikes of steel as every square inch of her body begged for her son's dick. Her clit throbbed in time with every beat of her heart.
Joanne looked down at her son's cock for a minute, not moving a muscle or saying a word. All the frustration and pent-up lust that had been eating at her snatch surfaced inside her and was gradually taking over. Staring at his swollen prick, Joanne let out a low, quavering moan and then impulsively bent over her son.
"Jimmy?" Joanne whispered huskily as she moved her lips over the shining, pulsating dickhead. Joanne wished that her son would wake up and see her panting like a bitch dog above bis cock. And at the same time, the blonde prayed that he'd stay asleep and let her have her way with, his prick.
"Jimmy?" Joanne called out softly again.
The boy gave no answer. Slowly, she sank down, sticking her tongue out. Joanne moved her tongue around the hot cockhead, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of his jerking prick. Her tongue slid around and around, teasing and stroking the hard shaft. The taste of the boy's cum was salty and sweet. It drove her to higher levels of excitement.
The boy stirred slightly on his bed, hiking his hips up slightly and driving his cock into Joanne's mouth.
Joanne backed away for a second. There was still time for her to get out of the room. Jimmy was still asleep. She hadn't really done anything. But in a second, she'd be sucking her son off. Jimmy shifted again, driving his cock up toward her parted lips again.
That was too much for her! Joanne groaned. She shoved her mouth as far down Jimmy's thick shaft as she could. Joanne felt her loosely-belted robe fall open, letting her big tits swing free. Her lips milked at Jimmy's throbbing erection as she felt the flaring head of his prick bump against the back of her throat.
Joanne was amazed that Jimmy could stay asleep through all this. She was hoping that he'd spring awake now and see his mother sucking at his cock like a little girl with a lollypop. Joanne backed away, almost drawing her mouth off his jerking cock. Then she drew the head back between her lips, sliding her tongue over the surface. She drew off the beads of cum that were beginning to leak more freely from the piss-slit. She teased the opening and tasted new salty fluid seep out into her mouth.
"Unnnnghhhh!" Jimmy moaned. "AWihhhh!"
Joanne backed off, sensing that Jimmy was about to spray out his load of tightly-packed jizz even though he was asleep. The boy arched his back, lifting his body slightly off the bed as he attempted to drive his cock deeper into his mother's mouth.
"Oh God!" Joanne said, reaching up and pulling the sheer gown off her trembling, sweating body. She looked down at her son's quivering prick. It jerked frantically. The veins in his cock looked like they were ready to tear through the taut, pink skin. Beads of cum mixed with Joanne's spit, glistening on the pulsating, purple head of Jimmy's cock.
Joanne slipped her right hand under the boy's taut buns. Fingers crawled toward her son's fuck-sac. In a second she felt the hot, leathery skin. Joanne squeezed his balls gently.
"Unnnghhhh!" Jimmy cried out again.
Joanne lowered her head, wrapping her lips around the boy's balls. She started to massage the sac, driving her sleeping son higher and higher toward cumming. Joanne ran her tongue back and forth across . the . boy's balls more frantically, probing and circling the hot outer skin.
"Unnnghhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Jimmy cried out as Ms eyelids flew open.
"Oh God!" Joanne cried out, looking up and seeing the horrified expression on her son's face.
"I thought I was dreaming! My God, I thought I was dreaming!" the boy whispered huskily.
"Oh God!" Joanne moaned again, holding the boy's throbbing dick and sliding her hand up and down the spit-slick cock as she stared hotly into Jimmy's eyes. "Did you dream that I was doing it to you?" she murmured, straining to get her eyes into focus. "Oh, Jimmy. I'm sorry. But I looked in to see how you were and ... you were lying here naked. You looked so beautiful and hunky and ... well, I couldn't help myself. I tried, but I just couldn't stop."
"You really did it to me! You really went down on me and tried to suck me off!" the boy cried out.
Joanne wanted to crawl under the rug. She was sure that the boy was going to shout the walls down. The blonde waited for the first accusation. She pictured Jack running into the room to see what had happened. Joanne imagined how the boys would scream obscenities at her, then pack up and leave. How could she explain something like this to them, to her husband, to Hank? It wasn't just the liquor. That was just the trigger that got it all going. Something had to have been brewing deep in her pussy for years to set her snatch going like this.
"Please, try to understand," Joanne murmured, not sure if she could understand what had happened herself.
"Oh, Mom," Jimmy moaned, stroking her cheek gently. His cock remained as hard as a bar of iron in her fist. Joanne continued to pump his cock slowly as she stared into Jimmy's restless blue eyes. Slowly, the blonde began to forget about apologizing for what had happened. She was forgetting about their mother-son relationship. All she could think of was that Jimmy was a man and she was a woman, hot for dick. Waves of sexual lust swept over her beating clit, making her cunt contract sharply as she felt something hot and wet ooze over her fingers.
Joanne looked down and saw more cum leaking out of the boy's piss-slit and trickling down the rod to her clutching hand. No matter what Jimmy might have thought about her when he woke up, he was now obviously in a state of high arousal. The boy's eyes widened, then started roaming all over Joanne's hot body.
"Do you want me, Jimmy? Do you want me as bad as I want you?" Joanne blurted out. She could tell from the increased throbbing in his dick that he did.
"We'll have to be quiet," Jimmy whispered, motioning to the wall behind him. "Jack's not all that heavy a sleeper."
Joanne felt her heart skip several beats as Jimmy lay back on the bed and spread his legs wide apart. The boy had accepted her advances and was even encouraging them now.
"My son!" Joanne gasped. There was a lush hotness glowing from her belly down to the fat, swollen lips of her cunt. Her clit and her nipples were so sensitive that Joanne thought they'd explode and rip off her body. She felt the hot flesh of Jimmy's cock throb harder and harder. The thick streams of fuck oil ran down the hard dick, making her palm slippery. As the meaty prong throbbed, Joanne greedily squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down, making Jimmy groan.
"Oh, Mom, get on that rod!" the boy groaned, heaving a sigh of pleasure. "Jesus, you want that cock, don't you. Suck it again. Oh please, Mom. Suck my cock!"
In an instant Joanne was back on his dick. The thick dick-oil bubbled out of his cockhead into her mouth, making her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a thick film of the boy's jizz.
"Shit! Ohhhhh, fuck!" Jimmy cried out, his fingers digging into the mattress. Joanne moaned. Her tongue continued to lave over the invading cock. She flicked it at the thick tube.
"Lick it! Tongue it! Suck it!" Jimmy whispered loudly as he drove his cock deeper into his mother's sucking throat. Joanne could tell from his thrusts that the boy was close to shooting his jizz. As much as she wanted to bring him off, the blonde had better plans for her son's bubbling jizz.
Chapter Four
"Sooooo smooth and hard," Joanne cooed as she kissed and sucked teasingly at her son's jerking cock. She had to be careful. He was close to cumming. Joanne could tell from the way his hairless body twisted and dug into the mattress every time she lapped at the hot, tightly stretched prick-skin that his jizz was only minutes away from spraying into the air.
"Mom. Mom, careful, Mom," Jimmy moaned as Joanne bobbed her head up and down, lapping the underside of his cock like a cat lapping up a dish of milk. Her big tits swayed back and forth with every motion she made, then they brushed up against Jimmy's inner thighs. "Oh God, you're beautiful, beautiful," the boy whispered hoarsely as Joanne slid her tongue along the underside of his mammoth prick.
"So hot, so hot," Joanne whispered as she stuck her right forefinger into her steamy snatch. She felt the hard, hot little bump of flesh at the top of her wet puffy labes.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out as sparks of sexual electricity seemed to jump from her throbbing clit to her fingertip. She was hot for fucking. Joanne moaned and jerked on the bed, hunching her belly up and down as her snatch spasmed out of control.
"Christ, Mom!" Jimmy cried, watching his mother twisting and hunching on the bed like some two-dollar whore. "You really need some cock!" "Oh, yesssss! Cock, cock, cock!" Joanne groaned.
"Jesus, you can smell it in here! All your fuckin' cunt-juice is almost chokin' me," Jimmy said, chuckling hoarsely.
But Joanne could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn't in the mood for joking. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
"Ohhhhhh, you're beautiful," Jimmy said again, propping himself up on his elbows, then reaching forward and pushing his mother's head away. "Cumming?" Joanne asked worriedly. "Hell no," Jimmy said, smiling broadly as he pushed his mother down gently. "What...?"
"Just let me handle this. I'm not as young as you think," Jimmy said as he positioned his mother on her back.
Joanne watched her son in amazement as he crawled between her widely-splayed legs and stroked the hot flesh of her trembling thighs. Occasionally the boy teasingly let his fingers inch toward her pussy hairs. Every aching nerve-ending in her box strained toward the creeping fingers. But the boy playfully backed off, moving his fingers back down her thighs as his mother groaned louder and louder.
"Shhhhhhh! Jack's right next door," Jimmy warned.
"Ohhhhh, I don't care," Joanne said as she tried to get control of herself. The truth was that she did care. Obviously, Jimmy didn't mind fucking his mother. But Jack might be another story. To lose one son would be just as bad as to lose both. Maybe he'd understand; maybe he wouldn't. Joanne just didn't want to take the chance. She swore to herself that she wouldn't scream or groan-too loudly.
"Mmmmmm, good pussy-flesh," Jimmy moaned as he backed down the bed slightly, then lowered his head.
Joanne could feel his hot, heavy breath blasting through the tight blonde curls of her snatch as the boy continued to finger her puffy labes.
"Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Joanne hissed. His face was inching closer and closer to her trembling box. Joanne bit her lower lip so hard that she thought she'd drawn blood. The woman didn't know if she could keep that promise to herself. Any second now she might open her mouth and scream the walls down.
Suddenly Joanne felt the pressure of her son's lips and she let out a low, trembling moan. Fresh drops of hot pussy-juice dribbled out of her cunt and ran down the crack between her firm asscheeks. Jimmy's lips moved lower and lower, kissing and sucking at the blood-engorged flesh until Joanne thought she'd scream with lust. "Touch it! Suck it!" Joanne whispered. "Mmmmmm," Jimmy said, continuing to lick at her furry labes and stroke the insides of her hot thighs.
"Oh God, suck my clit!" Joanne groaned. "Jesus!" Jimmy groaned, still not paying any attention to his panting mother.
At last Joanne couldn't wait any more. Her hands darted down between her thighs and nearly poked the boy's eyes out.
"Hey, watch it!" Jimmy cried, pulling away. Joanne slid her fingers down either side of her sloshy slit, moving them to one side and hooking her forefingers inside of her slick pussy folds.
"Jesus! You're really wet!" Jimmy groaned as he watched a river of cunt-juice seep over his mother's trembling fingers.
"Ohhhhh!" Joanne cried out as she pulled her pussylips wide apart, feeling a blast of cool air blow.into her swampy cunt.
Jimmy didn't have to be told what to do. The boy pressed his face deep between her thighs, making Joanne's body buck off the mattress as his stiff tongue dove in and lapped crazily at her stiff, jerking clit.
"AHHHHH!AHHHHH!AHHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out in a loud, hoarse whisper. Somehow she'd managed to keep from shrieking at the top of her voice. But Joanne didn't know how much longer she could keep control of herself. Her son's tongue was wriggling deep inside her sucking snatch.
"MMMGFFF!" Jimmy moaned as he shoved down even harder against his mother's reddened pussylips.
"OHHHH! My baby! Sweet baby!" Joanne cooed as she hunched gently against Jimmy's mouth. "Ohhh, honey, that's right. Ohhhhhh, YESSSS! UNNGHHHHH! Wiggle it around just like that."
As Joanne wriggled around the bed with her son's tongue deep in her box, the woman couldn't believe that this was a boy of sixteen years making her jerk and buck like this. Even her stud husband Mike had to work her up for a long time before she got to the state she was in now.
"Yesss, oh GODDDDD! YESSS!" Joanne cried out.
Jimmy's hands were clamped around Joanne's thighs. He held tightly onto them while his tongue worked up and down her slick, dripping slot. Joanne's eyes flew open when he licked at her clit.
"Mmmmm, good food," the boy said, pulling his head out from between his mother's jerking legs and smiling at her. Pieces of blonde cunthair clung to his lower lip as he continued to stroke the edges of her cuntlips.
"Fuck me! Oh please, do it now. I'm so hot, honey! Mommy's sooooo hot!" Joanne moaned as she felt Jimmy stroke her pussy lips.
"Mommy wants her little boy to fuck her?" Jimmy asked in a little-boy's voice, smirking as Joanne twisted and bucked.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" Joanne hissed, closing her eyes as she pushed up with her trembling thighs.
"Why not, Mommy?" Jimmy said as he started to move forward and down.
"Unnnghhh," Joanne moaned as she felt the boy's thighs flex and the muscles on his arms bulge as he lowered himself on her. Joanne felt the hot head of Jimmy's prick on her cunt. She moaned happily as it slid down until it brushed lightly against her hot hole. "In, put it in!"
"I like to tease," Jimmy said as he ran the full length of his cock up and down her dripping snatch.
"Ahhhhhh!" Joanne cried as her pussy quivered with every inch of dickmeat that slid by.
"Hey, my brother!" Jimmy cried out, stopping his teasing for a second.
"FUCK ME!" Joanne continued to groan, rolling her head wildly from side to side. Sweat poured freely down her forehead. The woman was out of control. Joanne couldn't stop from screaming. It was an automatic reaction to Jimmy's love-making, just like the quivers and spasms in her snatch were natural and uncontrollable.
"Hey, you'll get the whole neighborhood up," Jimmy said in a slightly worried tone. He didn't know how his brother Jack would react to his fucking his mother either. Jimmy stopped his hunching motions, letting his cock throb slightly against Joanne's pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," Joanne moaned, coming down slightly from her level of excitement. She lay quietly on the bed, drinking in the delicious feeling of her son's fat dick pulsating hard against her juice-dripping cunt
"Okay?" Jimmy finally asked, looking into his mother's eyes.
"Uh-huh," Joanne managed to say as her son hunched up and dragged the tip of his mammoth prick across her pussylips.
"SWEET JEEEEESUS!" Joanne cried out, lifting her ass off the bed.
"Get ready," Jimmy said huskily as he positioned himself for the initial thrust. Joanne held her breath as she felt his hot cock bouncing against her upturned buttcheeks. She could feel where his banging cock left tiny splotches of cum on her hot skin as Jimmy reached down and splayed her thighs even farther apart. Every motion he made sent her whirling higher and higher toward cumming.
"Ohhh, yessss! Yesssss!" Joanne hissed as she felt her son's dick pushing up against her sweat-matted blonde cunt hairs. He was making tentative forward jabs as his dickhead inched closer and closer to its target.
"OHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out as she arched her back high off the mattress. His cock was almost at her hot hole. Joanne couldn't wait for Jimmy to make up his mind when to fuck her. She found his prick with trembling fingers. She ignored her son's protesting grunts and groans and pulled on it, guiding it toward her puffy, parted cuntlips.
Jimmy finally gave into his mother's demands and pushed forward.
"NOW!" Jimmy cried out, hunching forward powerfully.
"Oh! OH! OHHHHHH!!" Joanne cried out as she felt his pulsating cockhead shoving, pushing, thrusting against her wet snatchlips. Joanne thought he'd never drive his cock into her waiting, itching pussy.
Suddenly his prick slid all the way in.
"ARRRGHHHHH!" the bucking blonde groaned, burying her face in the topsheet to keep herself from screeching at the top of her lungs.
Jimmy twisted his body back and forth, rotating his sweaty thighs so that his shaft churned and screwed its way deeper and deeper into her pussy. The spongy, hot cockhead reamed out her sucking hole, pushing farther into her gut.
Joanne watched her son's thick prick sink inch by inch into her twat
"Ohhhh, yes! More! More!" Joanne groaned wildly.
"I'll fuck your fuckin' brains out," Jimmy said as he felt his mother's pussy-walls gripping his dickshaft tightly.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Joanne moaned with each stroke.
"Go on, Mama! Cum! I'm gonna pop your brains out so many times that you'll piss on the bed," Jimmy said savagely.
Normally, Joanne would have been shocked by such language from her son. But now it only accentuated the excitement that tore at her tits and her clit. Joanne gasped and jerked convulsively as her slick love-juice gushed out faster and faster. "Ohhhhhh... hunnnghhhh! Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck meeeeee!" Joanne groaned. Each terrible spasm ripped and tore at Joanne's mind. She was twisting and bucking.
"Jesus! Getting close! Close!" Jimmy grunted. "Ohhhhh," Joanne cried out. She groaned like a crazed bitch as his stiff cock probed, churned and sloshed in and out of her squishy hole. Joanne was going out of control again, squealing like a stuck pig with each stroke. Her poor pussy was being stretched and rubbed to a climax she'd never experienced before.
"Close, unnghhhh!" Jimmy cried out again as he reached up and clamped his fingers around Joanne's sweaty tits. The blonde moaned in pleasure/pain as she felt his powerful fingers digging into her nipple. "Feel my balls. Make me pop off by feeling my balls!"
Jimmy pulled his cock almost completely out of
Joanne's cunt. Then he fell forward again, jamming his prick all the way up her juicing snatch.
Joanne reached around her upturned thighs. She felt Jimmy's balls, hot, hairy and swinging. They were slapping against her ass as the boy increased the humping speed of his fucking. Softly and gently she cupped his fuck-sacs as Jimmy groaned.
"Oh, you feel so gooood," Joanne cooed as she felt the leathery, wrinkled skin. The massaging of his balls turned Jimmy into a panting, wild fucking machine. Joanne had to let go of her son's balls. The boy's dick was hammering against his erect, throbbing clit, slamming in harder and harder as he sucked on her stiff nipples..
"Cum! Cum!" Joanne cried out in desperation. She couldn't hold out much longer. "FUUUUCC-KKKK!" Joanne cried as she twisted her hips from side to side and dug her heels into the boy's back. The blonde whimpered louder and louder as Jimmy dug his teeth into the nipple of her right tit.
"I'M GONNA COME!" Jimmy cried out suddenly.
"Yes. Oh baby! YESSSSSS!" Joanne hissed loudly as she felt his cock swell up enormously inside her snatch. She could feel the muscles of his lower back and ass stiffen under her clenching fingers. He was going to blast off in her pussy. The woman began to rock her hips faster and faster as Jimmy plunged deeper into her cunt.
"NOW! NOW!!!" he screamed, slamming his cock like a jackhammer against her ass.
"ARRRGHHHHH!UNNGHHHH!"Joanne cried out as she felt the first spurt of jizz shooting from his pounding cock. She could feel his twitching prick scraping against her slick pussy walls as his steady grunts and gasps turned into a muffled roar of passion. Joanne could feel that he was squirting wad after sticky, hot wad of cum into her cunt.
"NOOOOOOO!" Joanne shrieked as the hot jets of scalding cum triggered her orgasm. She felt a tidal wave of orgasm sweep over her heaving belly, break across her hardened nipples, then blast down into her sucking, dripping cunt. Wave after wave of orgasm racked her cunt, making her trembling snatch-walls grip Jimmy's spurting prick.
"WAWWWHHHH!OHHHHHH!ARRGGG-HHHHHH! UUuuuuunnnghhhh!" Joanne screamed. She felt Jimmy give a final powerful hunch, then collapse completely on her sweat-drenched body.
"Oh, Mom. That was beautiful," Jimmy said.
"Oh, Son. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't plan this. Oh God, if you only knew how I felt," Joanne said. The liquor had worn off, and now the blonde realized fully what she'd done. She'd sucked and fucked her own son. She'd sneaked into his bedroom and aroused him with her mouthjthen finished him off by fucking his big, fat cock and milking every last ounce of jizz from his balls.
"Don't worry about it, Mom. Jesus, I feel just as bad about this as you do," Jimmy said guiltily. "What if Dad ever found out about this?"
Joanne looked at him and saw that he was genuinely ashamed and worried.
"Well, we just won't tell him, will we?"
"And Jack? Jesus, how can I face my own brother in the morning?" Jimmy groaned.
"Oh, baby. I'm sorry I've done this to you, but it was something that we probably couldn't help. Didn't you enjoy this?" Joanne said.
"Oh sure. But is it right?" Jimmy wondered, looking deeply into his mother's eyes.
Joanne felt her tits flare up with lust again. "We didn't hurt anyone, did we? Yes, it's all right."
Joanne smiled weakly as she felt Jimmy hunching back and drawing his prick out of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she felt the flanged tip of his prick pop past her snatchlips. The blonde looked down at the thick mat of blonde cunt hair that bushed around her glistening slit. Gobs of Jimmy's cum stuck to some of the kinky curls, while a white stream of jizz leaked out from her cuntlips.
"Do you think we can do this again, then?" Jimmy asked sheepishly as he stared at his mother's dripping cunt.
"We'll have to talk about it later. But right now, don't you worry about what's happened. It's just between the two of us, all right?" Joanne kissed him passionately.
"Mmmmmmmm, you want me to start up again?" the boy asked as he started playing with her dangling tits. -
"I don't think we can take a chance of waking Jack up again," Joanne said, noticing that her son's dick was twitching its way back up to full hardness again.
"Too bad. But don't forget. We have a date in the future," Jimmy said as Joanne pulled away from him and rolled off the bed.
"I wouldn't forget it for the world," Joanne said as she bent down and picked up her negligee. She blew a kiss to Jimmy as he crawled back under the topsheet and drifted slowly off to sleep.
"Goodnight, darling," she whispered, slowly closing the door behind her.
Chapter Five
"More sausage?" Joanne asked Jimmy as she finished frying up another batch.
"No thanks, Mom. I've eaten plenty," the young blond boy said, smiling secretly at his mother from the table.
Joanne caught his meaning and blushed slightly.
"Where's your brother?" Joanne asked as she glanced at the kitchen clock and noticed that it was already nine o'clock.
"Oh, Jack's always a late sleeper. The camp counselors had one hell of a time getting him up for the morning hike," Jimmy said.
"Well, you boys better start getting onto a regular schedule. School starts in two weeks," Joanne said, turning off the gas and covering the frying pan, then walking over to the table and sitting down next to her son, "You shouldn't even come near me," Jimmy said, putting down his fork and reaching over to grab his mother's right hand. "I woke up with a big, fat hard-on this morning and looked around for you."
"You shouldn't talk like that to me," Joanne said, blushing even more, but secretly proud that her son would still have feelings like that about her.
"I'm not kidding. Shit! If you'd walked in that room then, I don't know what would've happened," Jimmy said, pulling his mother's hand over to his crotch and rubbing her fingers over a hot, growing bulge between his legs.
"Ohhhh," Joanne cried out, closing her eyes and feeling the heat radiate through the boy's tight-fitting jeans.
"It looks like you could use a little too," Jimmy said huskily as he started unzipping his clinging Levi's.
"Your brother!" Joanne hissed, trying to pull her hand away from his hot crotch.
"So what? He probably could use some lessons," Jimmy said, shrugging his shoulders.
"That's not what I mean!" Joanne said, breaking free of Jimmy's grip. "I think I hear somebody coming down the stairs."
Jimmy turned around as Joanne almost ran to the counter, holding onto the edge and trying to catch her breath. She felt her pussylips suddenly flare up and itch unbearably when Jimmy started to rub her hands across his straining cock. The blonde began to wonder if she started something with her son that was going to go out of control. Joanne wasn't sure if she really wanted to ball him on a regular basis. She still felt a little uncomfortable with the fact that she was fucking her own son in her husband's bed.
"Here comes the big boy," Jimmy said sarcastically as Jack walked into the kitchen.
"How's your hand, honey?" Joanne asked as she served up a dish of sausage and eggs and took it to the table.
"Okay, I guess," the boy said sullenly, keeping his head lowered and not looking at either his brother or his mother.
"Something wrong?" Joanne asked, beginning to suspect that her son had heard her and Jimmy the night before.
"Not feeling well," the dark-haired boy mumbled, toying with his food.
Jimmy stared at his mother and shrugged his shoulders. "Jack's always moody like this." Jimmy pushed back from the table and sprang to his feet. "Well, I'm going to look around the old neighborhood for a while and see if the place has changed any," the boy said brightly as he walked out the kitchen.
"It's only been a month since you left," Joanne called out after him as he ran out the front door. She wished that Jimmy had stayed until Jack left. The blonde suddenly felt uncomfortable with the boy. He kept on pushing his breakfast around with his fork, occasionally darting a sharp glance at his mother.
Joanne was almost sure now that he'd heard i something last night and was trying to figure out a way to tell her.
"Sleep well last night?" Jack suddenly blurted out, putting down his fork quietly and looking at her.
Joanne almost hit the floor. She turned a deep red as she looked back at her son and tried to figure out if he really did know something.
"W-what do you m-mean," Joanne stammered guiltily. She could have kicked herself for acting like this. If Jack didn't suspect something before, he sure as hell would now.
"I think-"
Suddenly the phone rang.
Joanne wheeled around and picked up the receiver.
"Hi, babe," a voice said over the line. Joanne recognized it as Hank's.
"Oh, good morning," Joanne said as businesslike as she could, trying to ignore the hot stare from her son. She wondered if Jack even suspected about what had been going on between her and Hank.
"Hey, how about coming over and I can have some buns with my bacon," Hank said, chuckling softly into the phone.
Flashes of heat ran over her skin, making it crawl with excitement as she tried to control her voice.
"Uh, yes, I think I've got some batteries in the drawer. How many do you want?" Joanne asked, turning around and smiling at Jack.
"I get it. The boys must be there. Well, make up any story you want, but get that ass over here pronto," Hank said, hanging up the receiver.
"He's out of batteries for his flashlight," Joanne blurted out, hanging up the phone and running over to the kitchen cabinet.
"In the middle of the day?" Jack asked suspiciously, eyeing his mother closely as she opened the door and looked through the shelves for the batteries.
"Something about the basement. I don't know why he needs them," Joanne said a little irritatedly.
She was beginning to resent this kind of questioning from her son. After all, she was a mature woman and could do anything she wanted to without answering to either of her sons.
"Here they are," Joanne said, trying to hide the growing excitement that was flushing her face red. If she couldn't have Jimmy in the morning, she'd have Hank instead.
As she was shutting the cabinet door, mental pictures of the big stud with his hefty cock flashed through her mind. Suddenly the blonde was aware of the empty feeling in her snatch. Her cuntal lips were swelling as she thought about Hank's drooling dick.
"I'll take them over for you," Jack said, getting up from the table.
"You finish your breakfast," Joanne said, running for the doorway quickly.
"Hurry back. I've got something to talk about with you," Jack said almost commandingly.
Joanne felt a ripple of excitement run. through her as she turned and saw the expression in her son's deep brown eyes. There was hurt, passion, command and suspicion all mixed together. She wished she could put her arms around him and tell him that nothing had happened.
"I'll be back in a bit," Joanne said as she almost ran through the living room.
Joanne felt her heart pounding faster and faster as she ran across her lawn to the front steps of Hank's home. She put Jack's accusing look out of her mind as she entered the house without knocking.
Joanne moved quickly along the hallway. She passed a bedroom, the bathroom, then heard what sounded like low moaning sounds as she came closer and closer to the master bedroom. Joanne stopped just before she got to the doorway.
"Hank?"
"Come on, babe. Come on in. I've been waiting for you," the man said from inside the bedroom.
Joanne walked into the dimly-lit room and saw Hank lying spread-legged on the big king-sized bed. His maroon robe was partially opened, revealing his powerful chest, while a noticeable bulge pushed out the dark-red material.
"I didn't bother to pull up the shades this morning. I had a funny feeling you'd be over," Hank said, grinning like a little boy as he patted the vacant spot on the bed next to him.
"A little too sure of yourself," Joanne said, feeling her snatchlips flutter deliciously.
"Then if I'm so sure, why are you unbuttoning your blouse right now?" Hank asked, chuckling softly.
Joanne blushed slightly as she finished unbuttoning the white blouse and shrugged it off.
"I'm giving in this time only," the blonde said, reaching back and fumbling for her bra snap. She watched Hank stare at her bulging tits as she pushed the snap open. His eyes opened wider as the halter flew off and her tits flopped to her heaving chest with a loud slapping sound.
"Mmmmmm, I can hardly wait to get my mouth on those boobs," Hank said, opening his robe and uncovering his red, throbbing prick.
Joanne licked her lower lip as she reached down and unzipped her clinging black hip-huggers.
Hank watched her like an eagle, smiling and lying back on the bed. He stretched his body until each muscle and rib stood out.
Joanne pushed her slacks past her thighs and-down to the floor. The crotch-piece of her panties felt cold and damp as it grew wetter and wetter from the leaking pussy juice. -
"Jesus, I keep forgetting how beautiful you are," Hank said as he stared at her tits.
Joanne felt her nipples tighten up and twitch under the handsome man's stare. She kicked her slacks free, then walked slowly over to the bed. The nylon of her panties clung to her twitching labes. Joanne squeezed her tits as pussy juice leaked beyond the elastic legbands of her panties and trickled down to her trembling ankles.
Joanne was hot-so hot that she didn't care what Hank did to her.
"Come on down here, babe," Hank said, reaching over and wrapping both hands around her waist.
"Ohhhhh," Joanne groaned under the man's i
powerful grip. Every nerve in her body sputtered with excitement as Hank dragged her down to the groaning bed.
"Babe, I love doiri' this to you," Hank moaned as he crawled on top of her twisting body and started to kiss her neck, shoulders and tits.
Joanne groaned and rolled her head from side to side as she felt his hard, hot body crushing her into -the mattress. He was smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in. His robe was completely open now, and his cock had slipped up against her nylon-covered cuntal mound.
Joanne groaned louder and louder as panty-crotch was soaked with hot juice. Hank slid his throbbing cock against the nylon-shielded slit. The blonde could feel the crown of Hank's hot cock pushing the sheer material up between her cuntlips. Joanne loved the sensation. Joanne closed her eyes.
"Hank! Oh God! Hank! Fuck me!" Joanne whimpered as the man reached down and sopped up her wet snatchlips with the juice-soaked nylon material. The blonde bucked and whined wildly as she felt the wet panty;crotch rub up her throbbing, red-hot clit.
"Oh God, you feel sooooo good," Hank said.
She felt her panty-crotch being twisted aside.
Hank's drooling prickhead was sliding up and bumping against her pussy. His slick tip was gliding up and down the dripping slash between her reddened outer labes.
Joanne shuddered as she rolled her ass up and tried to spear her snatch with Hank's dick. The big man gouged his cock steadily at her, clutching her slender body tightly as his breathing became more urgent and uneven.
Joanne felt herself melting under his powerful grip. She wanted him to fuck her into complete submission. She wanted to be reduced to a whimpering, sobbing hulk of female sexuality.
"Fuck MEEEEE!"
"Yeah, yeah," Hank breathed into her ear. Already the steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips was driving her to climax.
"Oh Godddddddd!" Joanne moaned as she felt drops of Hank's scalding cum.
Whenever he pushed against her pussy, Joanne tilted her box so that he would slide up along her cunt-hole again, bumping against the pulsing hot mound of her clit. The room spun around and around, becoming blurry. She had to calm down or else she'd blow her wad right here before any cock got into her snatch.
"Lick me off," Hank said, climbing off Joanne and rolling over on his back next to her. He threw his robe onto the floor, then lay back on the bed and spread his legs widely apart.
Joanne got on her knees and crouched on all fours, her heavy tits swaying as she crawled up between the man's powerful, hairy legs.
"Eat anything you like, baby," Hank said, closing his eyes and smiling at her.
Joanne felt her nipples trailing across the cool bedsheet as she slid her tongue up and down the man's heaving chest. She felt the wiry body hairs brush against her lips, and thought that there couldn't be a better feeling than that.
Hank moaned loudly as he felt Joanne's mouth slide closer to his prick. Joanne pulled away and stared at the trail of shimmering saliva that gleamed on Hank's body. Then she dove forward and clamped her lips on the man's jerking cock. She ran her tongue sensuously around the base of Hank's massive dark prick, teasing him almost beyond endurance. Slowly she moved his lips up the taut, hot skin until she reached the head. Then she dug her tongue into the slit, slurping up the drops of pre-cum that oozed freely from Ifie hole. Joanne circled the purple crown sensuously, slowly licking her way down Hank's mammoth dong. Her tongue teased the throbbing ridge, sliding back and forth until Hank screamed that he was going to pop off right there.
"Hey, I don't want a repeat performance of last time," the man gasped as he pushed Joanne's head away from his jerking cock.
"Oh no!" Joanne cried out, just getting into the spirit of sucking his dick.
Gradually, she started to suck frenziedly at the hot meat. Hank lay back and rolled his ruggedly handsome head from side to side, jerking his hips up and down in a fast rhythm as Joanne milked and licked his dickmeat.
She felt her clit tingle and jerk crazily, and she reached down to stroke it as her tongue ran in circles over the man's cockhead. Joanne thought she'd faint from the heat and excitement that gripped her cunt. The man's cock seemed to grow and lengthen, filling up her mouth as it throbbed and twitched with sexual excitement.
"Oh Jesus! Faster!" Hank moaned, carried away by Joanne's tonguing.
She wanted to drive him up the walls. She wanted to make his groin as hot as hers. She raised one hand to his crotch and her fingertips started to trace across his heavy, swinging balls, brushing the bristling hairs that surrounded the thick base of his dick.
"OHHHHHH, SHITTTnTT!" Hank cried out, hunching his hips in the air and thrusting his cock into Joanne's sucking throat.
The blonde backed away slightly, almost choking from the sudden attack. But Hank followed her, ramming the tip of his prick into her hungry, chewing mouth. Joanne gave up, concentrating now on the strumming of her swollen, aching clit.
"Unnnnnghhhh!" Hank said, pushing her head away from his rod.
"Getting too hot for you down there?" Joanne asked, wiping the dribbling spittle off her lower lip and chin.
She looked down at the silken cockhead. It gleamed with a mixture of her saliva and his leaking jizz. Joanne could understand why Hank pulled her off his cock. It looked as if he were about to shoot any second now. The thick veins that wrapped around his jerking dong like thick jungle vines throbbed crazily against the tightly-stretched dickskin. Joanne watched his fat, leathery balls contract, and she realized that the man was ready to blow his load any second now.
"I keep forgetting what kind of mouth you've got," Hank panted, reaching down and gripping his cock.
Joanne smiled. She was glad she got a stud who needed a two-handed grip to control his cock. Already her snatch was eager for that rod.
"Let's forget all this small talk and get down to business," Joanne said huskily.
"Let's get greased down first," Hank said as he rolled over on his right side and fished for something under the bed.
"What are you doing?" Joanne asked, pulling her fingers out from her cunt and lying back down on the bed next to Hank. She raised her knees and spread open her thighs, letting the cool air of the" room blow into her hot pussy.
"A little Kama Sutra oil. It's a real turn-on," Hank said. He began pouring the cool, slippery liquid on Joanne's tits.
"Ohhhhh! It's cold!" she cried, feeling her nipples tighten under the cool oil.
"Sorry. But it'll heat up fast," Hank said, winking knowingly at her.
"Ummmmm," Joanne groaned as she felt him making slow, careful movements on her belly.
He kneaded her quivering muscles, sliding his powerful, thick hands under her arms, then up over her slender shoulders. Then he slowly slid down Joanne's arms, smearing each one with the cool, thick oil until her flesh glistened under the dim light.
"Like it, babe?"
"Ohhh, it feels sooooo gooood!" Joanne said in a heavy voice. She reached down and took some of the oil off her belly. Then Joanne slid her hand up and down his throbbing rod.
Hank poured more oil, smearing it on her tits. Then he moved down, his hands quickly rubbing, digging, probing into Joanne's flat belly, soaking her muscles with the cool, slippery liquid.
The blonde continued to stroke Hank's hot tlick, groaning and sliding her body across the wrinkled topsheet as she felt her body being slicked down. "Oh God! GODDDDDDD!" Joanne cried out as she felt Hank move down her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart.
He started working the oil up the insides of Joanne's hot, trembling thighs. More cunt-juice bubbled out from between her quivering lips and leaked down between her buttcheeks.
She opened her eyes and watched more cum ooze out from Hank's expanding piss-slit as the man continued to spread the fine film of oil over her legs. He moved down her tapering thighs, over and under her knees, caressing her slim calves and digging his fingers into the hot, greasy flesh of the woman's feet.
"Touch my clit!" Joanne moaned as she spread her thighs wide apart.
Hank grinned at her, then moved his hands up farther and farther until his fingertips were only inches away from the frazzled hairs of the woman's aching cunt. Joanne babbled as she slid down the bed, rolling her ass first one way then the other as she tried to spear her snatch with Hank's hand.
"God, you're hotter than you were before," Hank said as his fingers crawled up a little farther.
"Hot, hot!" Joanne panted as she felt Hank's fingers start to plow slowly through her cunt hairs.
The man made circular motions with his fingers, spreading the hot, slick oil on her puffy labes. Hank inched closer and closer to her dribbling pussy.
Chapter Six
"Touch it! TOUCH IT!" Joanne shrieked as Hank playfully ran his oily fingers along the hot, wet, outer edges of her cuntlips. , "Christ!" Hank said as he watched Joanne bucking, humping, twisting and whimpering with sexual heat.
She was out of control again, snapping her legs together, then hunching them up and exposing her dark-red, puffy labes.
"Fuck, me! Fuck meeeee!" Joanne groaned wildly as Hank continued to play teasingly with her snatch.
"Ohhh, baby," Hank said as he put the bottle on the nightstand and dove down between her legs.
The big stud fingered the fleshy folds of her wet snatchlips and peeled them back, exposing the pink, slick membranes of her snatch. The itchy feeling increased with the big man's touch, and Joanne jerked wildly on the groaning bed.
"GODDD! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out as she squeezed her firm asscheeks together and hiked her box high into the air.
"Mmmmmmmm," Hank said as he cupped his mouth over her musky, messy box. His tongue was running frantically back and forth over her trembling pussylips. It probed into the dark, squishy hole, then darted out quickly, running up and down Joanne's hot labes. Then suddenly it was pushing hard against her inner lips, digging at the slick, itching membranes while Hank lapped up what seemed to be quarts of snatch juice.
"AHHHHHIARRGHHHHH! NNNNGHHHHH!" the blonde shrieked. She tore at the sheets and tossed her head wildly back and forth. Joanne couldn't stop herself any more. She'd turned into one big stupid clit again.
"I want to try something different with you," Hank said, backing away slightly.
Joanne didn't care what he did to her any more. She didn't care if he drove a bus up her snatch at full speed. All she wanted was that scratchy feeling in her pussy to be satisfied [as soon as possible.
"FFFFUUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! RAM THAT COCK INTO ME, YOUSHITHEAD.'WAW WW HHHH! NNNGHHHH! FFFFUUUCKKK M-M-MEEEEE!"
"Let's try it from behind," Hank said simply as he dug his fingers under her ass.
"What? Oh God, not the ass?" Joanne moaned.
"What else, your toes?" Hank said, chuckling as he turned the blonde over.
"Please, I've never taken it there," Joanne moaned, feeling Hank's hands start to dig at the crevice between her smooth, downy asscheeks.
"Mmmmmm,* a little tight down there," Hank commented as he slicked down his fingers with some of the oil that dripped from her legs. Then he ran his hand up and down the tight crack, slicking down her ass-skin with the greasy liquid.
Joanne moaned in fear. "Please, do it slow."
She felt his hot breath blast against the back of her neck. His ass-massaging increased as his fingers crawled toward her virgin asshole. Suddenly Joanne felt his finger pressing hard against the brown, wrinkled skin of her bunghole.
"Oh God! GODDDDDD! N-N-NOOOOOO!" the blonde muttered as she felt his fingertip slip past her sphincter and slide into the slick bowel membranes of her shitter.
"Here it comes," Hank warned.
Joanne held her breath as she felt the stiff digit slam into her asshole. Searing bolts of heat and pleasure shot from her hole, making her quiver with excitement. The blonde pressed her hot box against the mattress, gathering the scratchy cool material of the top sheet into the folds of her mushy box as she tried to scratch her throbbing clit.
"Ohhhhh! AHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out as she felt Hank probing deeper and deeper into her bowels. She started to twist and grind her thighs in response to Hank's finger-probing. Suddenly Joanne was aware that the man was trying to jam another finger up her shitter.
"NOOOOO! NOOOOOO!" she cried out as the other finger slid into her tight hole. Hank twisted his fingers, stretching the bucking woman's slick asshole-lining.
"WAHHHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out as two more fingers were jammed up her ass. She couldn't believe this man. Was he going to ram his whole fist up her shithole? She'd heard about women who Hke getting whole arms up their assholes. Did Hank mink she was one of those? Joanne twisted and bucked on the bed, crawling up to the headboard and wrapping her fingers around the Spanish-style backboard. She felt as if she were trapped in some kind of vicious torture.
"Like it, babe? Like it?" Hank groaned as he spread his powerful knees farther apart and lowered his hot groin to the level of Joanne's bouncing butt.
"TAKE IT OUT!" Joanne cried in terror as she felt the hot tip of the man's powerful, cum-dripping prick bounce against the bottom of her asscheeks.
"Sure, sure I will," Hank said, pulling his fingers out with a loud, squishy pop.
Joanne groaned as she felt the tip of Hank's cock press down hard against her assflesh, then slide down into the crack between her buttcheeks as the big man slowly lay down on top of her.
"Ohhhhh!" Joanne groaned as she felt the full length of Hank's prick slide up and down her hot slash. His cockhead drove against her asscheeks, poking up the tiny crevice as his hands slid up her sides then drove under her squashed tits and squeezed her hot boob-flesh.
Joanne fought for breath as the big man kissed her neck, flicked his tongue in her ear and hunched harder and harder against her ass.
"Can't take much more of this fuckin' around," Hank said as he raised up slightly, dragging the head of his dick across her trembling ass.
"Please don't, Hank. In the name of God, don't! DONT!" Joanne cried as she felt him pressing on her bunghole with his dickhead. Her face was contorted with terror and pain as Hank continued to shove.
"Hey, it won't hurt that bad," the man grunted.
"Oh God, I'm afraid." Joanne felt cold chills of fear run up and down her spine.
"Well, old Hank's got the cure," the man said, reaching under the bed again as he rolled off her body.
"What have you got under there, a novelty store?" Joanne asked as she saw him grab something long and white.
"It helps sometimes to have a collection of goodies there," Hank said as he showed Joanne a ten-inch, white plastic dildo.
"God, I haven't used one of those in years," Joanne blurted out, remembering that in college she and the girls in her dorm pooled their money together and bought several of those vibrators. They came in handy when the real thing wasn't around, or they didn't have enough money for a hotel room.
"Thisll help you out," Hank said as he crawled back between her spread legs and turned the switch on. A loud, buzzing sound filled the room.
"My God, it sounds like a jet taking off," Joanne commented.
"With both holes plugged, you won't feel a thing," Hank said as he lowered the vibrator and trailed the quivering, cool tip across her right nipple.
"Ahhhhh!" Joanne cried as she felt delicious tingling sensations radiate through her tits.
"Let's see what this does to you," Hank said as he lowered the dildo, trailing it across her pussy.
"NOOOOO!" Joanne cried as she felt her cunt i
r contract wildly. The big-titted blonde bit her lower lip and tried to keep from shaking uncontrollably as Hank moved the dildo higher and higher. Finally, he slid the full length across her gaping, drooling slash.
"ARGHHHHH!UNNGHHHHH!"Joanne hunched. It was better than when she'd done it by herself. Hank was firing up her box with his fingers now, scraping her slick pussy membranes while he continued to slide the vibrator across her furry mound. Joanne felt every nerve become a sex organ. Hank continued to run the dildo up, down, around and over her begging box.
"Okay, get ready for the big one," Hank said as he positioned the vibrator directly over her cunt, then drove it in with one push.
"AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Joanne's pussy suddenly contracted as the plastic cock buzzed and rumbled inside her sucking cunt.
"Like it, Joanne?" Hank asked as he let go of the dildo and positioned himself once more over her bucking ass.
The woman hunched back and forth on her side, quivering in time to the rapid quivers of the dildo. The big man grabbed her jerking thighs, pressing his legs against hers, to keep her nailed to the mattress as he drove his dick forward.
"NOOOOO! NOOOOO! DONT DO-ARRG-HHHHH!WAWWWWHHHH!UNNGHHHH! WAWWWHHHH!" Joanne felt as if her ass was being ripped apart by hot bolts[of agony. Hank stuck his cockhead into her shitter, and already she was screaming bloody murder!
"Easy, there's more," Hank gasped as he hunched forward again.
"AIYEEEEEE!" Joanne cried out.
The blonde remembered that she'd trotted over here for a hot fucking. Well, she was getting a hot screwing all right-but in the ass, a place she definitely hadn't planned on getting it.
"TAKE IT OUT! UNNGHHH T-T-TAKE IT OUTTT!" Joanne screeched.
She'd never felt anything like this before. Even in their wildest minutes in the sack, she and her husband Mike had never tried anything like this. Once he tried to get into her shitter,.but she screamed so loudly that he backed off. Joanne knew that Hank wouldn't back off if she screamed for the police. He was the kind of man who set his mind on one thing and didn't change course until he got what he wanted.
"Unnghhh!" Hank grunted as he drove his cockhead into her bowels.
"UNNGHHHH! OHHH, GODDDDD!" Joanne cried out.
She felt as if her ass and belly were going to blow apart in some violent explosion. The pain was almost unbearable. She couldn't believe that some people thought this kind of thing was better than snatch-screwing. All she could think about now was the excruciating pain that racked her shithole.
"Hey, babe. You're this far. Don't back out now. The worst part's over," Hank gasped, driving more inches of hot cockmeat into her tight bunghole. He churned the dildo like a butter-stick, making contact with every square inch of Joanne's jerking pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Qhhhhhh!"
Joanne's cries were becoming less and less wild. The blonde was beginning to enjoy the buzzing sensations deep in her pussy. Gradually the pain in her ass diminished, then it turned into something almost pleasurable. The vibrations in her cunt were reaching her asshole.
"Jesus! Your ass is so hot it's gonna burn up my. dick," Hank cried out as he continued to drive more hot inches of his cock up her shitter.
Joanne groaned happily, her teeth rattling while Hank continued to pile-drive into her. She stopped bucking, clenching her teeth tightly together as she tried to get used to this new sensation. Gradually
Joanne had to admit that she loved this feeling of having her asshole stuffed full to bursting. Her clit began to twitch. The vibrator was forcing her higher and higher up the ladder of cumming.
"Unnghhhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she felt the shding sensation of Hank's cock still ramming in. "Oh God, how much more do you have?" the blonde screamed. "Oh God, Hank," she squealed again as the man began to move his pelvis in slow, undulating circles.
The flanged tip of his dick made corkscrewing motions inside of her hot shit-chute. Joanne was losing control again. "Shove it all the way in!"
"Right, babe!" Hank said as he hunched back, then shoved forward as hard as he could.
"UNNGHHHHHH!" Joanne cried as she felt every vein scrape past her stretched shithole. Finally the woman felt Hank's balls press hard against her asscheeks, and she knew that his dick was all the way in.
"Goddamn!" Hank cried out as Joanne's sphincter tightened around his big cockshaft. She started bucking again, becoming an obscene fucking machine. Her buttocks worked up and down his spearing prick while the vibrator continued to do its work in Joanne's cunt.
Hank matched his hunching motions with
Joanne's, increasing his pace as the woman increased hers. The blonde moaned and rolled her head on the pillow as the man's fat cock pulled all the way back to the purple prickhead before it slammed home again. Joanne shook her hips. "Christ! Your ass is sucking it out of me!" Hank cried out.
Joanne moaned something back as she felt the heat from his cock radiate through her asshole.
"FUCK MY ASS! BREAK MY ASS APART! OH GOD, BUST ME OPEN!" Joanne screamed as she felt Hank's balls press up against her buttcheeks. He slammed his prick faster and faster into the woman's shitter while he jammed the dildo in and out of-her cunt, making sure that its vibrating surface touched her clit every time it poked into her messy box.
"Baby, I'm gonna shoot," Hank whispered huskily into Joanne's ear.
"Yes! OH GODDDD, YESSSS!" Joanne moaned as she felt her own climax rising. Pussy juice flowed freely out of her cunt-hole now, running down her jerking thighs and soaking into the topsheet. The vibrator was coated with dripping sweat and Kama Sutra oil and cunt juice as her cli:
throbbed.
Hank kept jamming his cock in and out- jabbing, ramming, screwing and shoving it in to the base, pulling it out to the tip of his purple dickhead, then ramming it back into the woman's ass without any mercy.
"CUMMING! CUMMING!" Hank cried out suddenly as his back stiffened and his powerful legs trembled with lust.
"M-MEE T-T-TOOOOOO!" Joanne wailed.
"SHITTTTT! UNNGHHHHH!" Hank groaned as he bit Joanne's shaking shoulder. He dug his fingers into the woman's jerking pussy, almost letting the dildo slip out by peeling back her pussy-lips as far as he could. Hank continued to groan as he felt the thick cum bubbling in his contracting balls. Suddenly it shot down the long tube inside his throbbing dick and sprayed into her shithole.
"MY GODDDD! MY GODDDD!" Joanne cried as she felt her pussy begin to contract.
"OHHHHHHH!" Hank answered as he felt the hot jizz blow out from his balls and into his cockhead. It shot out like massive, white cannonballs through his piss-slit, spattering deep into Joanne's ass. Bolt after bolt of lavalike jizz spurted into the blonde's bowels as Hank pushed harder and harder against Joanne's buttocks. His balls ached as the final load of fuck-fluid emptied into Joanne's stretched asshole.
"WAWWWHHH1UNNGHHHHH! WAWWHHHHHH!" Joanne cried.
The man's climax triggered her own. Her cunt and asshole squeezed tight, clutching her neighbor's probing fingers as an explosion seemed to tear through her belly and blow out through her ass. She felt her snatchlips grip the plastic cock and try to suck it into her fuck-tunnel.
"OHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out desperately. Her body quivered and swayed with [ each spasm that rippled through her pussy. "Noooooo, oh God, nooooo!"
Another series of contractions gripped her pussy and made her lurch forward. Her legs kicked wildly as Hank continued to churn the dildo back and forth. Joanne thought that she'd keep cumming until he stopped playing with that quivering, plastic prick. Every time it rubbed against her clit, it seemed to trigger off another series of orgasmic contractions that sent the blonde spinning off into the delicious world of climax.
Finally, all the contractions and spasms stopped, and Joanne groaned.
"Oh God! God! God!" Joanne whispered huskily as she felt Hank pull the vibrator out.
"I heard about some broad who used one of these things when her old man wasn't home. Seems she got such a big climax that she had a stroke and died. When her husband walked in the bedroom, he found her lying in bed stark naked with one of these things still buzzing off in her snatch," Hank said.
"What a way to go!" Joanne said dreamily as she squeezed her sphincter muscle again, milking Hank's softening dick while she felt tiny rippling waves of pleasure tickling her semi-erect clit.
"Maybe so, maybe so," Hank said, pulling his dick out of her shitter. "What are you doing?"
"You've got a couple of sons waiting for you," Hank said, yanking his limp prick out of her shitter with a loud, squishy sound.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she felt the fat crown of Hank's cock pop past her shithole.
"And they're probably wondering what the hell fneir mother's up to," Hank said, chuckling as he rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Oh Christ. I can't go home greased up like mis!" Joanne said as she looked at her still-glistening body. She seemed to glow like some kind of neon sign.-Joanne imagined what Jack would say if she staggered in like this. He already suspected what she and his brother had done the night before. This would make him think that his mother was a shameless whore.
Joanne heard Hank turn on the shower.
"Hey babe, come on in and let me soap you down," Hank called out from the bathroom.
"Make sure that's all you do," Joanne said playfully as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As she rose, Joanne could feel Hank's jizz drool out of her shitter and down her thighs. She imagined just how shocked Jack would be if he saw her now.
"Come on, lazy bones. You'll have your sons pounding at the door if you don't hurry up, and then you'll have a time explaining yourself," Hank shouted above the sound of the roaring shower.
Joanne laughed, then she ran to the bathroom.
As she walked into the steamy room, she saw Hank's powerful body glistening under the hot water of the shower. She stopped at the doorway and licked her lips. The blonde could feel her violated snatch firing up again. She couldn't believe her own twitching pussy. It seemed as if nothing could satisfy her cunt!
"Like what you see?" Hank said, looking down at his limp prick, then running his soapy fingers over his long, slackened dick until it started to spring to life.
"Hey, wait a second. I came here to wash up, not get fucked again." Joanne laughed.
"Why can't we combine the two?" Hank asked, grinning broadly as he moved to one side to make room for Joanne as she stepped into the tub.
The blonde groaned as she felt Hank put his powerful arms around her waist. She felt his cock rising quickly against her hairy groin. Somehow, Joanne was sure that it would be some time before she could get home to her sons.
"First, I'll wash some of that jizz out of your ass," Hank said, cupping her asscheeks and letting the hot water pour into her ass.
"AHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out. It felt as if a waterfall were tearing into her gut.
"Then we'll clean out the front," Hank said, getting the bar of soap and slipping it into her tight-clenching snatch.
"My GODDD!" Joanne cried as the slippery bar of soap bumped and slid over her rising clit.
"Then we take care of that hole with this," Hank grunted, dropping the soap and bending his knees. He positioned his dickhead under her pussy. The blonde felt the first few inches of Hank's prick push past her swollen pussylips and dig deeper and deeper into her heaving gut.
Chapter Seven
Joanne ran across the front lawn, glancing nervously at her wristwatch. An hour!
Joanne gasped as she climbed up the porch steps quickly and opened the kitchen door. What could she tell Jack? He was already suspecting that something had happened between her and Jimmy. Though he didn't say anything, Joanne could tell from the way he glared at her that he'd heard something that night in his bedroom. And now this! Delivering batteries doesn't take one hour. She was sure that her son would suspect that she and Hank were up to something.
"Jack?" Joanne called out as she brushed back her long blonde hair and looked around the kitchen for her son. "Jack?"
Joanne walked cautiously into the living room. Still there was no answer.
"Oh God!" the blonde moaned, running her slender fingers through her hair and looking around the big room helplessly. She was really scoring points with Jack! First his brother, then the neighbor! "If he's run away from home..." Joanne spun around and ran up the stairs. Her heart pounded with excitement as she ran to her son's bedroom. Joanne cautiously opened the door.
"Jack?" Joanne whispered. "Jack, please, if you're in there, let me know." Joanne hated to throw the door open and barge in. It was her house, but she respected the sanctity of her sons' rooms.
"Just go away," Jack finally mumbled out.
"Honey, where were you? I was worried about you. When I came back you weren't here and-"
"One hour! One hour to deliver a fuckin' lightbulb," Jack sobbed.
"Jack, please, let me explain. Hank and I-I mean, Mr. Home and I were-"
"Go ahead and tell more of those fuckin' lies. But I'm no shithead. I thought that maybe I was hearin' things that night. But now I'm sure that I wasn't!"
Joanne felt bolts of shame and guilt sear through her body as her knees became rubbery. Her face flushed a deep red as she heard her son accuse her of indiscriminate whoring.
"Your own son! How could you, Mom? How could you? I mean, are you so fuckin' horny that you have to go to Jimmy's cock and get relief? Jesus, you're sick!" Jack said in disgust.
"You don't understand," Joanne cried out suddenly. Her guilt and shame suddenly turned to anger. She didn't like the idea of being accused of these things by her own son, even if they were true. Jack was making what had happened between her and his brother" sound like something incredibly filthy. Well, maybe it was to some people. But to Joanne it was one of the most beautiful experiences she'd ever had. She was going to try to make Jack see that. "I understand plenty. I understand that my mother fucks with her own son, then goes over to the neighbor's house to get some more cock!"
"My God!" Joanne gasped.
"So get out of here and leave me alone!" Jack shouted.
"You've got to listen to me!" Joanne shouted back, determined this time to kick open the door if she had to and pin Jack down to the bed to make him listen.
But the woman didn't even have enough time to take one step forward. Jack bolted the door from the other side.
"I'll stay here until you open this damned door!" Joanne yelled.
"No you won't! Your cunt's too hot to let you do that. I'll give you an hour. Then you'll be down the street sniffing after some cock on a guy-or maybe some dog!" Jack shouted.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried out, putting her hand over her mouth in horror. She couldn't believe her own son had said that. Suddenly, the full horror of what had just taken place between the two of them sank in. She'd been so worried about losing her sons. If Jack wanted to, he could go either to the courts or his father and tell them what he knew. God! She wouldn't have a prayer in hell of keeping Jack and Jimmy once the courts found out that she'd been sacking out with one of her sons and the stud next door. Joanne couldn't let something like that happen.
"I said get away!" Jack cried out, sensing that his mother was still there.
"No!" Joanne pounded on the door, then kicked it with her foot at the same time. "You've said some terrible things to me, and I want to answer them. But I won't do that behind this door!"
"Go to hell!" Jack shouted, kicking the door defiantly with his foot.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne moaned in disgust, spinning around and running down the stairs. She had a spare key to every room in the house, and she intended to use the one for Jack's room to get in. She didn't care if her son wanted to see her or not. The big-titted blonde was going to make him listen to reason if she could. Joanne had no idea of how or what she was going to say. But whatever it was, it would have to be said now.
She ran to the kitchen and opened the cabinets just over the sink. Joanne fished around in a large bowl filled with rubber bands, paper clips and keys until she found the right one.
Joanne breathed deeply as she ran back out of the kitchen to the stairs. Her feet seemed hardly to touch the steps as she tried to think of what she'd tell Jack. Her whole future seemed to depend on the next few minutes. As she ran closer to the still-locked door, Joanne's heart beat faster.
Joanne quietly inserted the key into the hole. Joanne heard the lock click open. She hoped that Jack didn't hear the sound. He might try to hold the door shut or something like that if he did.
"What the-?" Jack was shocked as Joanne walked quickly into his room.
Joanne saw that the boy was lying face-down on the bed. And although he hadn't been crying, it was obvious that he was close to it.
"Now you shut up. It's time for your mother to talk. Even the condemned have a chance in court. Why can't I have mine?" Joanne said angrily.
"Okay, talk," the boy said sullenly, turning his head away and burying it into the big pillow.
"I-I don't know where to begin," Joanne said.
"I know you don't, because you don't have anything to say," Jack said, turning around and smiling cruelly at his mother.
"That's not true!" Joanne said defensively, walking forward until she Yeached his bed. She felt Jack's eyes trail upward along her full thighs to her bulging tits, and suddenly Joanne began to wonder if some of Jack's anger was because he was jealous of his brother.
"Okay, I'm listening," Jack said, rolling over on his back and folding his hands behind his head.
"Listen, Jack. I'm sorry about what's happened between me and Jimmy-"
"You admit it!" Jack cried out in surprise, sitting up quickly in bed.
"And between me and Hank," Joanne said, lowering her eyes as she heard Jack's breathing get heavier and harder.
"Goddamn it!" Jack said under his breath.
"But Ijust couldn't help myself. I don't know why I turned to Jimmy first. But it was something I just had to do. God knows how rotten I felt about it that night at first. But then, when your brother started in, I just couldn't-oh God!" Joanne felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"And what about Mr. Home?" Jack asked coldly.
"What about him? I'd think that'd be the least of your problems," Joanne said a little sarcastically. She didn't like the feeling of being put up on this judgnient block by her own son and humiliated in his bedroom. "I'm a normal woman, and he's a normal man. That's all there is to it. I'm entitled to lead my own life, just as you boys are entitled to lead yours."
Jack was a little surprised at his mother's attitude. "Your own life includes all that fucking?"
"If I want to do that-yes," Joanne answered. She couldn't lie to Jack-not now.
"Shit!" the boy said, lowering his head.
Joanne watched as her son gathered the bedspread between his powerful fingers and twisted it in his hands.
1 "Jack?" Joanne asked nervously. She didn't like this sudden turn of events. It was better when he was talking. Now he sat on his bed with his gyes glued to the floor, twisting and pulling at the material.
"Well, if everybody's getting theirs-"
"What?" Joanne said, hardly able to believe her ears!
"You heard me," Jack said, suddenly jerking his head up and staring hotly into his mother's eyes.
"Oh my God!" Joanne cried out, backing away and clutching her tits protectively. Normally she wouldn't have thought twice about hopping in the sack with somebody with Jack's looks. But first, it was her son-something she still had trouble dealing with, even after what had happened between her and Jimmy. And secondly, there was something cruel and intimidating in Jack's eyes that frightened her. He wanted to hurt her as well as fuck her.
"Well, what's takin' you so long?" Jack asked, spreading his legs widely apart as he ran his right hand slowly down his fiat belly to his fly. "I thought you'd be right down there on your knees, Iappin' at my zipper."
"Don't, Jack!" Joanne said, flushing red again.
"Don't give me that! Come on. You're so hot for cock that I can practically smell it way over here," Jack said cruelly as he sneered at his blushing mother.
"Oh God! I don't have to take this," Joanne whispered hoarsely as she spun around and started out of the bedroom.
"Oh no you don't. You don't get out of here until I get what Jimmy, Mr. Home, and probably half the neighborhood's been gettin'," Jack cried out as he leaped off the bed and ran after his mother.
Joanne had just reached the doorway when her son yanked her back into the room.
"Ohhhh!" Joanne cried out as she nearly stumbled to the floor from Jack's sudden move. "You're hurting me."
Jack's fingers dug hard into the tender tlesh of her arms.
"Admit it! You want my cock, right?" Jack said, bending down and hissing the words into her ear.
"Oh God! Don't make me do that, Jack!" Joanne pleaded as she felt her son increase the pressure of his grip. He pushed her slowly down to the floor.
"Say it! Say it!" Jack whispered huskily as he shook Joanne violently, still pressing hard into her arms with his powerful hands.
"G-G-God!" the blonde cried out as her hair whipped across her face. "Yes, cock! I WANT YOUR COCK!" Joanne cried out, twisting herself free and spinning away from him. "I've always wanted your cock! I've wanted it more than I've wanted any cock in the world. I've DREAMED about that dick of yours. And now I'm going to get it!"
Joanne instinctively knew that this kind of admission was hurting Jack, even though he was the one who demanded it. He humiliated her. Now it was her turn to get back-and maybe enjoy herself sexually as well. Joanne hated to treat her son this way. But how was he using her after all?
"You've been waiting for this for years, haven't you?" Joanne said as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open, then shrugging it off. As it floated down, Joanne watched Jack's eyes widen and his mouth drop open. She guessed that the boy hadn't expected things to go this far. Now he was in the bedroom with his half-naked mother, watching her strip in front of him while his eyes were riveted on her tits.
"Well, I hope you enjoy it as much as I hope to," Joanne said as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Mmmmmm, and to think you used to suck on these for milk," Joanne muttered, looking down at her swollen tits as she reached up and started squeezing them gently. Even though she was playing the bitch-role right now, Joanne felt her cunt tighten. After all, it was her son she was teasing now-someone she had secretly wanted to fuck.
"My God!" Jack cried out quietly, moving the palm of his hand gently over the sharp outline of his cock that pushed out his form-fitting jeans. Joanne could see that it was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and ripping away what little clothing she was wearing.
"So, you want to see Mama's pussy, huh?
Joanne said. Her cunt was starting to jerk and throb while her red nipples twitched. How could she play-act while her son was rubbing his dick just a few feet away from her?
"Yeah, Mama's pussy," Jack said as he grabbed the tab of bis zipper. With one smooth move, the black-haired boy pulled down.
Joanne almost fainted with excitement as she watched him opening his fly. She could see the white material of his Jockey shorts, and she had to fight the urge to wrap her fingers around his cloth-imprisoned cock.
"Oh yeah! Yeah!" Joanne said as she moved her head slowly over her flat belly, down toward the elastic waistband of her panties. "GGGG-GAAWWWDDDD!" the blonde cried out as she plowed her fingers under the band. "Mmmmmmm," Joanne moaned as she slid her hand down, rubbing over her fat hot labes. Slowly, Joanne stroked her throbbing pussy-lips. She used the bubbling snatch juice as an ointment to try to stop the delicious throbbing in her mushy, swampy box.
"Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss," Joanne moaned as she spread her legs widely apart, feeling the silky material of her panties cling to her juice-saturated pussy hairs. She couldn't take the playing around any more. Joanne shoved her sticky panties down past her firm thighs to her trembling knees. She felt a blast of cool air blow against her steaming snatchlips.
"Christ!" Jack said, sliding his hand up and unclasping his jeans. The material flew apart, revealing the boy's white cotton shorts and the throbbing outline of his stretched, hot dick. Joanne licked her lips as she gazed at his big, cloth-covered prick. It pushed hard against the material, screaming to tip free and bob heatedly in the air.
"I can't take much more," Jack said, pushing his jeans down and kicking them away from the bed. Joanne was frozen with fear and excitement. She couldn't move.
Jack smiled sensuously, rubbing his fingers over the tip of the throbbing bulge.
Joanne watched as a small dark stain appeared on the crotch of his shorts.
Joanne groaned as she watched more and more cum spill onto his Jockey shorts and spread out.
"Want some cock, Mom?" Jack asked.
Joanne could sense that the boy was deadly serious. He was as worked up as she was. She watched as Jack pulled his T-shirt over his muscular, deeply-tanned chest and shoulders. She gasped when she saw his powerful chest gleaming with sweat. Joanne Wanted to run her tongue along that hairy skin, swallowing all the boy's perspiration that she could while she felt his wiry body hairs tickling her cheeks.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne groaned as she stepped out of her panties and started walking toward the bed. At the same time, Jack lay down and spread his legs farther apart, fingering the tip of his jerking rod.
"Suck me, Mom," Jack groaned.
Joanne didn't need any more encouragement. Dropping to her knees directly in front of Jack, the blonde leaned forward, her titties bumping against the edge of Jack's bed.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned again, sliding her fingers up Tier son's powerful, hairy legs.
Joanne felt her cunt tighten up as she felt Jack's legs jerk.
She kneaded the muscular flesh of his thighs until she was up to the legband of his shorts. Joanne smiled as she slipped her fingers under the band and came into contact with the hot, leathery flesh of Jack's big balls.
The boy groaned, rolling his head slowly back and forth as he hunched his groin. Joanne continued to trail her fingertip across the bottom of his fuck-sac.
"God, Mom," Jack moaned as Joanne slipped her other hand under the other legband, tickling his balls with both hands while she moved her head directly over his quivering rod. Quickly, Joanne lowered her head, then her lips cupped around the hot cotton-covered rod.
"JEEEEESUS!" Jack cried out, jerking as soon' as Joanne had clamped her lips on his prick.
"Easy," Joanne said, pushing him gently back down on the bed. Now, she was in charge, massaging the boy's dick with her lips. Joanne could tell that the feel of her mouth through the cloth was driving her son wild.
"UNNGHHHH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Jack cried out, dropping his hands and trying to push the elastic waistband down to free his jerking cock.
"Not yet," Joanne whispered loudly, then shoving her face back into Jack's crotch. She nibbled frenziedly at the growing bulge in his shorts. A king-sized cock! Joanne thought as she pulled away for a second to take a look.
"UNNNNNNN!" Jack moaned.
"All right, honey," Joanne said, fingering his balls while she lip-massaged his dick methodically. She started at the base of the boy's mammoth cock, working her way up to the top, then sliding back down to the root again. Over and over Joanne continued to milk, tug and suck at Jack's cock as the boy slowly lost control of himself. He started thrusting his hips back and forth frenziedly now, trying to drive his cock harder against Joanne's face.
"OHHHHHH JEEEESUS! OHHH, G-GAWD! UNNGHHHHHH!" Jack cried out as his mother licked, gnawed, and pressed his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," Joanne murmured, wrapping her fingers around the waistband of her son's briefs. The boy was begging for satisfaction, and so was her pussy. "Now for the grand unveiling," she said as she pulled Jack's shorts down.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!" Jack begged, throwing up his arms, then bringing them down on top of Joanne's head.
"Unnnghh!" the woman cried out in surprise, feeling Jack's fingers digging into her skull. She began to wonder about her boys. She'd never met a pair of men so bent on getting their dicks worked on by a hot mouth before.
"JESUS!" Jack groaned, dragging the blonde's head across his groin, then pressing her cheeks hard against his bouncing dick.
"Let me go and I'll do it," Joanne pleaded, turning her head slightly toward her son's dick. She wanted to wrap her lips tightly around that dong. It reeked with power and cum, even more so than Jimmy's. Jack's cock had the width and thickness of a donkey's prick. Thick, throbbing veins like roots of a powerful, old oak. The boy's cock quivered and jerked every second, sending drops of cum drooling out of the purple, silken cockhead. Joanne licked her lips hungrily as she felt the incredible heat radiate out from the base of Jack's dick.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" Jack moaned.
Joanne pulled away for a -second, looking lovingly at the boy's cock before she sucked it. It was a massive cock; it was a hairy cock; it was a cock that pulled up and jerked his hot, hanging balls with every throb that racked its incredible twelve-inch length.
"Suck!" Jack commanded wildly.
"Yes," Joanne answered.
Chapter Eight
"lick those sweaty balls," Jack groaned as Joanne lowered her head to the level of his hot crotch.
Joanne looked at his fuck-sac. Jack's nuts were large and full.
"Oh, yessssssss," Joanne murmured, willing to do anything now. Her legs trembled as more and more cunt-juice oozed from between her fat pussylips. Her first impulse was to dig her fingers into her hot hole and scratch her clit. But the woman decided to let the tight feeling grow more and more. She'd be like a volcano ready to blow when it came time for Jack to sink his dick into her.
"Jesus!" Jack moaned as Joanne started to suck his balls.
The blonde drew in some of the wrinkled flesh, sucking harder and harder at Jack's balls as the boy howled in delight at his mother's moves. Joanne continued to tongue the boy's nuts, bathing them in a thick layer of spittle as Jack rolled slightly from side to side on the groaning bed.
Then the blonde backed away and moved forward, positioning her mouth directly over the pulsating prickhead. At the same time Joanne reached up and wrapped her fingers around his dick, holding the snakelike cock. She noticed that her hand couldn't quite encircle the large root. She gave a few upward tugs, watching Jack writhe on the bed desperately as drops of sticky cum bubbled out from his dick.
"Yes! Oh God yes!" Joanne whispered. Her thick tongue flicked out, licking up the opaque fluid. His cock responded, twitching wildly in her hand. Joanne felt her clit quiver as she felt the veins in his shaft throb wildly.
"UNNNNNNG!" Jack groaned as Joanne licked the head of his cock. She chewed teasingly and lightly on the knob. She nibbled along the silky surface of his cockhead, slobbering spittle on the throbbing tip. Then Joanne slid downward, nibbling along the full length of the jerking prick. Soon, the woman was back to Jack's balls.
"Balls, balls," Joanne moaned as she fondled her son's balls. She lifted his nuts, first one, then the other. With one movement, Joanne popped her son's balls back in her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned as she nibbled the thick root of Jack's cock. Joanne tongued his leathery, wrinkled skin lightly as she felt her pussy beg for quick, immediate relief.
"JEEEEEESUS, MOM!" Jack cried out. He groaned.
Joanne didn't pay too much attention to her son's reaction now. She was too involved with her burning, twitching pussy and the boy's pulsating
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prick. Moving back, Joanne went back to his cock. The blonde lapped at the twitching shaft, drinking up bead after bead of cum. Then she held the long cock as she opened her mouth as far as she could. In a second, the pulpy knob was in her mouth.
"Yes. Suck! Suck! Suck!" Jack groaned as he hunched his hips up.
But Joanne was ready for a move like that. She moved back slightly. When Jack's asscheeks slammed back to the mattress, Joanne drove her head down and sucked more of his cock. Jack's cockhead banged against the back of her throat, threatening to slide past her tonsils and cut off her breath if she weren't more careful.
"More, more," Jack insisted,.reaching out and trying to push his mother's head down hard against his groin. Normally, Joanne would have protested. But this time she obliged her son. The blonde swallowed quickly until two-thirds of Jack's cock was stuffed up her throat.
"MGFFFFFFF!" Joanne protested when Jack tried to hunch in more of his cock. She'd take it when she was good and ready. As it was now, the woman needed time to swallow the incredible length of his prick. She felt a dull ache racking her jaws and cheeks as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside of Jack's cock.
"CHRIST! TAKE IT ALL!" Jack pleaded.
Joanne sighed, then drove down farther. Her mouth edged farther downward, her lips sliding tightly over the knobby veins until she finally reached bottom. Her lips felt the thick, wiry cock hair. Her nose nuzzled against the tangled hair that grew like a jungle around the root of Jack's cock. Joanne inhaled deeply, taking in the heavy man-smells that came from her son's cock. They were like a powerful aphrodisiac to her.
"Suck me off!" Jack pleaded again.
Joanne had no intention of making her son cum in her throat. This was the first time with him. There was something in Jack's movements and tone of voice that assured Joanne. He seemed to have better control over himself than his brother had. As she slurped and sucked loudly, the blonde knew that Jack would stop her as soon as he was ready to shoot. Something told her that he had plans for her cunt.
"UNNNGGFFFF!" the woman moaned happily as jack moved his hips slowly. Joanne started bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, feeling her big tits scraping against the side of the bed. Her throat had quickly adjusted to the huge cock.
"OHHHH!" Jack cried out as his cockshaft
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dipped free of Joanne's sucking mouth.
"Sorry," Joanne murmured as she slid her mouth back down to the cock-root,. sucking as hard as she could. She slid her mouth back up to the dickhead, then down again. She came up for air, her tightly compressed lips dragging up from the root to the head, then sliding back down. Up and down. Down and up. Jack rolled from side to side as he begged for more and more suction.
Joanne groaned, glad that she'd decided to swing on this fat cock. As she sucked, Jack fucked her mouth. Joanne's body melted with pleasure as she felt more and more cum leak into her mouth. The boy drove his cock up hard against Joanne's mouth and throat. His nuts pulled upward toward the base of his cock. His balls were a compact mass that struck Joanne's chin every time his cock was driven up his mother's hungry, sucking mouth.
"I'm close," Jack hissed.
But Joanne didn't hear him at first. She was easily sucking up and down his cock in swift, easy movements. Her hands glided around Jack's hips. Soon she was cupping her son's asscheeks, squeezing the tough, hairy flesh as she continued her sucking. Her lips gave the root of Jack's cock a good gumming. Her tongue lathered his dick with hot spittle. Joanne's mouth was stretched so wide that her teeth occasionally scratched his tender cock-flesh.
"I'm close," Jack murmured again, hunching powerfully up in the air.
But again Joanne didn't hear him. This time the blonde was stroking her clit. The itch had been too powerful for her to scratch. She needed at least some kind of temporary relief. While Joanne continued to bob up and down, chewing hungrily on her son's prick, she stuck her right forefinger up into her mushy box, rubbing her stiff clit. Bolts of ecstasy racked her bucking body as she continued to swing on Jack's drooling dick.
"Eat it! Eat it!" Jack mumbled. "Eat that fuckin' thing all the way down to my balls. Christ, yeah! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK!"
Joanne obliged him, sucking and gumming his dick. She began to wonder if taking her son's jizz down her throat wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. She wanted to see her son cum as soon as possible. Her brain buzzed with excitement as she thought of all that sticky white fluid whizzing into her mouth, past her teeth, splattering against her tonsils before sliding down her throat.
"No, don't," Jack protested, obviously feeling the cum churning wildly in his balls.
Joanne paid no attention to him. She sucked harder and harder, coaxing the cum out of the boy's loaded, fat nuts.
"I'M GONNA BLAST!" Jack cried out, jerking on the bed.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she felt her son's cock shoot out from her lips.
"What the fuck were you tryin' to do? Jesus, Mom, I don't want to shoot like that," Jack said, clamping his fingers around his wildly twitching dick.
Joanne didn't say one word. Her eyes were riveted on her son's cock. It jerked frenziedly between his fingers, drooling more and more cum. A big, sticky drop of jizz suddenly blew out of the expanded piss-slit.
"Christ! Christ!" Jack groaned as his face twisted into a tight, strained expression. He was trying to fight down the urge to shoot:
"Baby, don't," Joanne said, praying that Jack would be able to stop himself. She was sorry that she'd done so well with her mouth. Her tits ached for a fuck. Her cunt demanded one. What could she do if Jack blew his wad now? Oh God, hold down that jizz! Please, God, please.
"Okay, okay," Jack whispered huskily, smiling weakly at his mother while he let go of his dick and reached forward.
Joanne closed her eyes and drew in her breath sharply as she felt his powerful fingers on her stiff nipples. Then Jack cupped her tits. The boy pushed his fingers deep into the spongy, swollen hot flesh. At the same time he worked his hand around to her nipples and squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers.
"OH GOD! YES! SHIT, YESSSSSSS!" Joanne cried out as Jack pulled and tugged at her big jugs.
"Come on up on the bed," Jack said as he dropped his hands and wrapped them around his mother's slender waist. Joanne didn't need much more coaxing. She stood up, then crawled onto the bed next to her son.
"My turn now," Jack said as he rolled on top of her.
Joanne felt her body explode just from the sensation of his hairy, hot, sweaty body pressing down against hers. The woman closed her eyes and grunted as she felt Jack's hairy skin slide over hers, digging and scraping against every raw nerve-ending in her body.
"UNNGHHHH!" Joanne cried as she felt Jack sliding down. Soon he was running his tongue up her heaving belly, straight into the crevice between her titties. She could feel his hot, thick tongue sliding between her swollen, sweaty mounds of tit-flesh.
"OH, NOOOOOO!" she cried out as she felt her son's mouth slide up to her right nipple. The boy's tongue trailed around the hard, red-brown flesh, flicking teasingly at the stiff skin. Suddenly Joanne felt his lips close around her nipple, sucking gently but steadily at it. Then the boy started sucking hard. The feeling was so great and intense that Joanne thought she'd cum right there and then.
" WAWWWHHHH! ARRGHHHHH! WAW-WWHHHH!" the blonde cried out when Jack's teeth bit in, trying to get a tight hold while his tongue lashed ovesdtnd over her itching tit-tip.
"AIYEEEE! AIYEEEEE!" Joanne screamed as her legs trembled. More bolts of pleasure/pain racked her body. The blonde couldn't control anything any more. For all she knew, she was pissing on the mattress from the excitement that was turning her into a fucking machine.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joanne whimpered as Jack still held tightly onto her nipple with his teeth. Then suddenly he let go, diving down quickly to her groin and clamping his lips tightly around her spasming pussylips.
The move was so fast that Joanne's mouth flew open in surprise. First her titties, now her cunt. The ecstasy that had been pent-up in her snatch now broke out, making her clench her fingers into tight fists and beat them hard against her son's heaving shoulders.
"ARGHHH NOO! NOOO! LEAVE IT ALONE! UNNGHHHHH!" Joanne cried out, trying to push Jack away. Her cunt was driving her wild. She couldn't believe the sensations she was getting from her son's mouth. He ate her snatch until she was thrashing and writhing and screwing her pussy all over his face. Her legs clamped over Jack's head, trapping him tightly against her body. She felt her son's large, thick tongue slide up, then rub over her throbbing clit until she thought, she was going to cum crazily in Jack's chewing mouth.
"WOW!" the boy said as he backed away, pulling out strands of wiry cunthairs from between his teeth. Then he reached down and fingered her puffy, slippery snatchlips. Jack watched in amazement as more and more hot pussy-juice bubbled and foamed out from her hot labes, dripping down to the crack of her ass. "You're hot."
"FUCK MEEEEEE! GOD IN HEAVEN, JAM YOUR STIFF COCK UP MY CUNT! I-I C-C-CANT TAKE IT! F-F-FFFFUUUCCCKK MMMMEEEEEE!" Joanne pleaded desperately.
Joanne almost lost consciousness as she felt her son's cockhead push into her slippery hole.
"Now, Mom! Now!"
Joanne gasped and closed her eyes as she felt something hot and hard pushing against her cunt. They were being forced open by the boy's hard, throbbing cockhead. Luckily, her son didn't have much trouble. The jizz that was now leaking freely from his piss-slit mixed with her freely-flowing pussy-juice, lubricating her twatlips.
"OHHHHHHH!" Jack groaned as he felt his dickhead slide past her cunt-lips.
"MGGGGFFF!" Joanne moaned as she felt her son's dickhead push past her fat, trembling cuntlips and sink deep into her hole. It pushed hard against her rumbling cunt-walls as it buried itself in the hot juices of her snatch. Joanne smiled as she could hear it slurping its way in deeper and deeper. She hunched her hips.
"Fuck! Fuck," Jack, groaned as his sweat dripped down onto his mother's face.
Joanne looked up. Jack's face was flushed with excitement and his eyes were glazed over with passion as his cock sank deeper and deeper into her sucking box.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joanne whimpered again as she felt their sweaty bodies coming together.
The boy let out a low groan as he shoved the last hot inch of jerking prick-meat into her cunt.
"YESSSSSS!" the blonde hissed appreciatively as she felt Jack's hands dig into her ass-flesh.
"You want my dick, don't you, Mom? You want my dick more than Jimmy's or anybody's right?"
Joanne suddenly realized that she'd been right. Jack wasn't mad because she liked to fuck. He was mad that he^d been left out of the fucking. Well, she'd make it all ufrtohim right now.
"FFFUUUCKKKK!""Joanne cried out as she felt Jack pull his cock halfway^out^tiien bury it again quickly. ^^-\.
"ARRGHHHHHHH!" the blonde moanedV spreading her legs even farther apart. She loved the feel of her son's hot, slick, leathery cock-skin as it pushed and drove against her cunt-walls. Her pussy was firing up hotter and hotter under Jack's frenzied fucking. Her clit was being rubbed to an explosive climax. Gradually, Joanne was feeling her clit being ignited into climax. . "I'm gonna cum!" Jack cried out.
"Oh, noooooo!"
"Toooooo late," Jack cried as he slammed his cock in and out. His balls were so full of jizz that they ached as they contracted. The boy started moaning as he felt his jizz bubbling up out of his ^alls and spurting down his shaft.
"SHITTTTT! I'M SHOOTIN' NOW! SHOOTIN' NOWHSfQWWWWWW!" Jack warned.
Joanne suddenly felt the first hot wad of cum spatter into her sucking cunt. She dug her fingernails deep into her son's hunching back, raking the hot skin with her fingernails as she slammed her head into the mattress.
"WAWWHHHHHHH! WQWWWHHHH! ARR-GHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUKKKKK!" Joanne screamed as she felt her gut filling up with her son's spurting spunk. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his shooting cockmeat, milking it for more jizz as wads of hot cum exploded into her snatch.
"MOMMMMMMM! ARNNGHHHHH!" Jack clamped his lips tightly onto Joanne's. That was all she needed. She screamed into Jack's mouth, flailing her arms and legs wildly into the air like a wild woman as she came. Jack had to pin her down to finish his cumming as Joanne continued to thrash, fuck, buck, hunch and shriek.
"NOOOO! ARRGHHHH! WAWWWWHHH! WA-WWWHHHHHH!"
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" Jack moaned as he pulled away from her mouth and licked her earlobes tenderly.
Joanne felt herself floating back to earth after a while. She smiled as she felt her son's hands caress her sweaty boobs and thighs. .
Chapter Nine
Joanne didn't know how long the two of them had been asleep. After that spirited rucking session with Jack, the blonde had gradually drifted off to sleep, wondering what kind of wild, sexy dreams she'd be having. But Joanne really didn't need dreams that day. What she wanted, she had in reality. Jack's warm, hard body was pressed up against hers, and their heads were so close that Joanne could nibble on his lips any time she wanted to.
"Mmmmmmm," Joanne moaned, . stretching slightly.
Jack was still asleep, his long curly black hair hanging over his thick eyebrows almost into his eyes. She stared at her sleeping son. Joanne felt his warm, wet breath caressing her face. She couldn't resist kissing him.
"Mmmmmmmm," Jack groaned.
Joanne smiled, pleased that she could get a reaction from her son while he slept. She tried it again, this time kissing Jack a little too long.
He woke up, stared at her for a second, then opened his mouth. Joanne hunched until her snatch was gently pressed against Jack's stiffening prong. Slowly, Joanne felt her tongue being sucked deep into her son's throat. Gradually, he pushed her back down.
Joanne groaned as she felt the boy's blood-heavy rod press harder and harder into her red-hot gash.
"Please, please," Joanne whispered as she hunched her pussy, tilting it so that the full length of Jack's rod dug deeper into her hole.
"God, God!" Joanne moaned as she felt her son's dick pushing into her silky-haired crotch. The thick, pulpy prickhead rubbed back and forth over the woman's fluttering pussy until it was slippery and glistening with cum and cunt-juice.
"Like it, Mom?" Jack grunted as he drove in more of his prick.
"Unnnnnn," Joanne answered as she felt her swollen cunt-lips being forced apart by the big red head. She felt the thick hunk of meat push and shove into her squishy pussy. Her cunt tingled.
"Ohhhhh, jab it in me! Oh God, Jack! Ram it in me!" Joanne moaned.
Joanne's cries sounded loud in the quiet bedroom. It made Jack more excited as his mother groaned and begged for more of his meat.
"Ohhh, yessss," she whispered in her son's ear as she took the full weight of his body. Joanne's pussy fitted tightly around Jack's cock. Inside her cunt, the sensitive, slippery tissues were stretched widely apart to take in the throbbing inches of the boy's hot meat.
"Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" Jack cried.
The woman nearly passed out from lack of
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breath as she felt the boy's hairy crotch grind into her clit. Thrills and tremors shot through Joanne's pussy and tits. Her sheath clamped tightly around Jack's dick. The ends of her tits itched and tightened up.
"Baby, baby," Joanne moaned as she felt around for her son's swinging balls. She looked up and watched Jack wince as she stroked his hanging sac, then she slid her fingers up until they came into contact with his plunging pecker. The stabbing rod was so hot. She stared hungrily at the shaft as it slid wetly in and out, in and out, of her sucking snatch.
"Jeeeesus, MOMMMMMM!"
Joanne's fingers worked up and down what length of prick she could feel. From time to time she'd tickle the boy's hairy, swinging balls and lift them, warming them in her palm before she went back to tickling his hard shaft. This time seemed to be better than the last.
Before, she and Jack were like two animals, bucking, hunching, twisting and thrashing desperately to get their rocks off. Now, with their lusts somewhat tempered, they were taking it easier and exploring every possible way to heighten their fucking and sucking experience.
"OHHHHHH, J-J-JEEEEESUS!" Joanne stam- mered as she felt her son's fingers brush her clit-fiesh. The blonde pushed wildly up off the groaning mattress as Jack's fingers pinched, tweaked and pushed at her clit.
"Oh, it feels soooooo good," Joanne whispered huskily, twisting and jerking under her son as he continued to drive her up the wall.
"Like it?" the boy asked. His fingers were soaked with pussy-juice. Joanne thrashed wildly on the bed. "Fuck, I'll screw your ass off if you want," Jack muttered.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Joanne shrieked as the lunges of her son's big cock came faster and harder. She felt her toes curl and her fingers claw at the sheets as she screamed louder and louder.
"How about this, Mom?" Jack asked as Joanne felt her son's lubricated fingers slip up between the fleshy cheeks of his ass. His hands were crawling up to her puckered bunghole, pinching her hot butt-flesh.
"UNNGHHHHH!" Joanne moaned, making no move to stop her son. She was so hot that she wanted to experience every kind of sex she could think of. If he wanted to jam his whole fist up her ass, she didn't care.
As Jack's fingers inched closer and closer to her brown, wrinkled shithole, Joanne threw her legs up and tilted her ass to give the boy a better shot at her shit-chute.
"God, do it to me!" the blonde moaned over and over.
Jack chuckled at his mother's reaction, then he shoved his thumb into her slick shitter.
"OHHHHHH, G-G-GODDDDDD!" Joanne cried out. Her body jerked in response to the sudden thrust. "Oh, Oh, OHHHHHHHH!" Joanne moaned - as she felt Jack move his thumb around and around her tight, clutching asshole like a butter churn.
"Did anybody ever do this to you?" Jack groaned.
"NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!" Joanne cried out. She didn't want to tell him about the episode with Hank. She wanted her son to think that he was the first to experiment with her asshole. Joanne wanted to make her son Jack feel that he was a man and a stud who was as good as anyone.
"Well, first time for everything," Jack said as he slipped in another finger.
"UNNGHHHHHHH!" Joanne cried out. She was gasping and moaning as two fingers stretched and pulled at her shitter. Tiny darts of pain raced up the sweating blonde's spine and joined with the ripples of pleasure that came from her throbbing clit The incredible mixture of sensations turned
Joanne into a bucking whore.
"SHITTT!" Jack moaned as he began to work his fingers and thumb in and out of her, imitating the motions of fucking. Joanne's belly heaved and shook. Her thick blonde hair whipped across her contorted face as she felt her body responding to this double fucking.
"Wait, wait, I-I-" Joanne said as she heard someone walking down the hall.
"Can't!" Jack responded.
Standing in the doorway was her son Jimmy.
"P-p-please, Jack!" Joanne cried out, pushing at the boy's hairy, muscular chest.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked confusedly, realizing now that something was bothering his mother.
"Look at the doorway," Joanne said, wondering what would happen now that both boys knew about each other. Would there be a fight? Would they understand?
"Well, look who's, come in from the rain," Jack said, smiling broadly at his brother.
"I felt a little guilty about keeping all this action away from you for a while. But I should've guessed that you'd be in her pants sooner or later," Jimmy said, unfolding his arms and starting to undress.
"Well, come on in and enjoy, brother," Jack said, flashing a smile at his brother, then turning around and planting a long, sloppy kiss on his amazed mother.
Joanne returned his passion, driving her tongue deep into his hot mouth. She was delighted that both boys were willing to accept each other as her lovers.
"Giver it to her good, man," Jimmy said as he pulled off his clothes and crawled onto the bed.
Joanne wondered what he was going to do. Lying flat on his belly, the blond boy pushed his head closer and closer to his mother's cock-stuffed snatch. As he inched closer, he could hear the loud squishing sound of his brother's big cock shoving in and out of Joanne's hot, stretched pussy. Jimmy gently parted Joanne's thighs.
"OHHHHHHI" the woman cried out in surprise. A hot, delicious shivei^shotjhrough her pussy. She didn't know what he was goingfto dQ? but she was sure it would be great. "~^-"^^
To have both sons on top of her at the same time! It was something she'd never dreamed of. And now here it was, coming true at last!
"Ummm," Joanne moaned again as she felt Jimmy's fingers stroking their way upward and pushing her legs farther apart.
As Joanne stretched her thighs apart, Jack gave her a hard, deep thrust. The boy almost blew his wad when he felt a tongue working over the base of his rod. As he hunched his body tighter against his mother's, he felt Jimmy's hands pulling his legs apart too. The pressure of his brother's head against his balls almost made him shoot off the bed.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" Joanne cried out urgently as she felt her stretched pussylips being teased and poked by a wet, flicking tip of a tongue. The incredible sensations made her want to snap her legs together, trapping Jimmy's head between her trembling thighs. But Jack's body kept them spread while she felt Jimmy's flicking tongue lick over her pussy and lave the tender flesh between her cunt and ass.
"Fuck her!" Jimmy hissed as his tongue flicked over her pussy.
"OHHHHHH!" Joanne moaned. Jimmy's tongue licked around the stretched edges of her sensitive pussy.
"ARRGHHHHHHHHH!" Jack panted as he felt the flicking tongue brush the underside of his cock. Without thinking, he tried to get his cock back into the tight grip of Joanne's cunt. His grohr ground down into Jimmy's head, pushing him into Joanne's pussylips. "Jesus. You keep that up and I'll blow my load!"
Jimmy backed away. As soon as his head was out of the way, he heard the squish of Jack's dick sinking into her juicy pussy again. He pulled on his mother's thighs.
"Hey, let's really make it wild. When you slide out, go all the way out and let me eat her snatch in between your strokes!"
Jack didn't say anything. He twisted his dick all the way out of Joanne's tight hole. His throbbing, red meat sprang free and jerked crazily as he held it out of the blonde's pussy. His body arched up high, giving Jimmy plenty of room.
"Thanks, brother," the boy said as he inched quickly up to his mother's twat.
"Noooo!" Joanne pleaded. "Mmmmmmmm-ARRGHHHHH!" She felt the stretched tissues of her cunt being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs shut. Jimmy had his hands pressing outward on her thighs, holding her open for his licking attack. Joanne felt her clit being teased by his rough tongue.
"Give it to her, Jack," Jimmy said.
Jack fitted his swollen cock-head into the throbbing crack of her cunt and shoved himself down. His thick, hard inches pushed into the hot sheath one more time. As it slippery membranes curled around his shaft, he felt Joanne's fingernails lash against his back. The boy shot forward, pushing his dick all the way in.
"Do it!" Joanne pleaded as she moaned and hunched. "Oh God, I need it! Oh God, I NEED IT!"
Grunting, Jack gave a series of short, rapid strokes. His cock slid into her tight box again and again. His body slammed into her harder and harder, pushing her deep into the mattress.
"You're tearin' me apart!" Jack screamed as Joanne continued to rip at his back with her fingernails.
The blonde tried to force herself back into reality, running her hands lightly over her son's back. As she soothed the scratches, she tried to make it better for him by pushing her pussy against his cock. Her ass strained upward, shoving her tight hole onto the throbbing, plunging shaft. She felt Jack's body tense up with pleasure and then shove down.
"Goooood!" she moaned as she moved her body around in desperate hunches. She could feel his dick slipping around in her cunt with each movement they made. The throbbing head of his long, thick cock pushed and probed deep inside her swampy hole.
"Hey, easy, Jack. Don't shoot off yet. I want to eat her cunt again before you get your rocks off," Jimmy whispered. His tongue lashed up again, running around Joanne's snatch before probing deep into the dick-filled pussy. It was a tight fit. Jack's cock had her filled up and stretched so wide that Jimmy had to fight to get his tongue in her. When he finally had it in place, he could feel the spasms running through the meat-filled cunt.
"Hey, enough of this shit," Jack said. He pulled his dick from the tight grip of his mother's pussy. Jack hesitated before he pulled his flared dickhead out. "Shit, I'm close to cumming," he moaned as he eased the sensitive head out of her tight-fitting cunt.
"Unnghhh," Joanne moaned.
"Very nice," someone said behind them.
"Oh God!" Joanne spun around and saw Hank standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Home!" the two boys chorused together, their eyes opened wide in surprise.
"Hank!" Joanne cried out in horror.
"And everyone was horrified by Kathy's behavior," Hank said, smiling at the three naked people.
"I-I," Joanne stammered.
"I really don't think you can explain your way out of this one," Hank said, unzipping his pants.
"But you can take a load off-uh, my mind," the man said, pushing down his slacks and shorts. His cock sprang up into action immediately, throbbing only inches away from the blonde's upturned face. Hank stepped out of his slacks and knelt on the bed, his dick hunching against Joanne's semi-parted lips.
"Hey, that's a great idea! Mom can blow him while you fuck her in the ass!" Jack said to his brother.
"No hard feelings, boys. I've suspected something like this has been going on here. Your mother's too hot a number to be playing the part of a nun," Hank said as he closed his eyes and took in the warm, wet sensation of Joanne's hot mouth.
"That's okay, Mr. Home," Jack said.
"MGGGFFFFFFF!" Joanne cried as she felt Jack's cock sink back into her hot gash. At the same time she felt Jimmy's peter press against her asscheeks, then slide over to the tight crevice that ran between her buttocks. As the boy ground his throbbing shaft deeper between her cheeks, his cock-juice greased down the narrow slot. Jimmy's purple cockhead slipped farther and farther between the soft, spread cheeks until it was pressing against the tightly puckered hole of her ass.
"NNGHHHFFFFF!" Joanne moaned as she felt Hank's cockhead bang against the back of her throat. Jack's insistent cunt-plugging had fired her up again. Her mouth worked like a giant cunt, chewing, sucking, gnawing away at the man's stabbing dick while his leathery balls swung and banged against her nose and cheeks.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Jimmy cried out as his mother's sphincter gave way.
Joanne gave a frantic hunch forward. Desperately she hunched again, trying to get away from the rod penetrating her ass. It hurt incredibly.
"Fuck me, babe! Fuck me," Jack groaned as he felt her body lurch forward. His cockshaft was clutched tightly by her snatch. He twisted his muscular body around, moving his dick inside the tight-fitting lips of her pussy. His nuts drew up. They were so full of cum that they ached.
"Fuck, I'm gonna blow my load!" Jimmy cried out as he kept pushing into his mother's shitter. His ass moved with hers, keeping his dick firmly buried inside her bowels.
Joanne couldn't believe how stuffed she felt! Jack's dick up her twat; Jimmy's cock up her asshole; Hank's peter slamming in and out of her mouth. And all three men grunting that they were about to shoot. She wondered if she'd be the first woman ever drowned in cum.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Joanne screamed as she felt the three dicks sliding in and out faster and faster. Her cunt and ass were rubbed so quickly and hard that she thought they'd catch fire.
At the same time the blonde tasted more and more of the salty cum that leaked freely out of Hank's spit-slickened cockhead.
The men were ready to cum-and so was she. Her clit was rubbed raw now, making her lose consciousness quickly.
"Fuck her ass! Shit, fuck her ass!" Jack cried out wildly.
"Yeah, man! Pussy, fuck, ass, cunt, cock!" Jimmy wheezed and gasped as he rammed his cock deep into her ass. "Get that cum out! SHOOT IT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Joanne felt his sweaty body slam against her back, stiffen, then tremble as if it were racked by an earthquake. He was shooting his load into her bowels* dumping his jizz into her gut! Joanne - moaned wildly and sucked crazily on Hank's swelling dick. ^
"UNNGHHHHHHH!" Joanne moaned.
"MANNNNNN! NNNGHHHHHHH!" Jack
^groaned as he felt his cum bubbling up in his cock.
He closed his eyes as his wads of spunk sprayed out of his cockhead and spattered deep into Joanne's violated cunt. The boy's balls trembled. Joanne groaned and shouted with each bubbling load he blew into her.
"NNNGHHHHHFFFFF!" Joanne moaned again as she felt a sudden wild jet of jizz splash against the back of her throat. At the same time the walls of her snatch shook, clutched and grabbed onto Jack's thrusting cock. The throbbing grew stronger, harder and more violent until she felt herself being swept over by waves of climax. Joanne screamed in agony as more and more cum shot into her mouth, cunt, and ass. Finally, the clit-burning waves lessened, and she collapsed, exhausted.
"Jesus, it's nice to see a family together like this!" Hank finally panted as he pulled his cock out of Joanne's sucking mouth.
"Y-you're not angry?" Joanne stammered as she watched Hank wipe his dick on the sheet.
"Angry? No, hardly. After finding out about my wife, I guess I changed my whole attitude on sex" Hank said, smiling first at Joanne, and then at the two boys.
"What about your wife?" Jack said.
"Kathy? Oh, she may come around. I'm not sure about divorcing her or not. If she comes back, things will be a hell of a lot different, I'll tell you. But in the mean time, what about letting me join this little family for a while?" Hank grinned at the three of them.
"What do you say, Jimmy?" Jack asked, peeking over his mother's shoulder.
"Why not? Mom's got enough holes for everybody," the boy said, laughing long and loud as he kept rubbing his hairy groin against Joanne's smooth ass.
"Fine by me too. And I don't think we have to ask Mom," Jack said, reaching over and stroking his mother's big tits.
Joanne didn't want to answer that. She didn't have to. The blonde looked dreamily up at Hank, then reached over and squeezed his hand.
For the first time since her divorce, Joanne felt confident about the future. She didn't know why, but suddenly she felt as if everything - her emotional, sexual, and professional life would turn out well.
As she heard the three men talking about different ways they could screw her, Joanne was sure that they were all going to have a very nice year. Joanne groaned as she felt her snatch start to fire up again.
