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CHAPTER ONE
Whenever Bobbi Rogar walked down the street, every male eye, from nine to ninety watched. And who could blame them. Bobbi had the kind of body to incite lust in any male; even those too young to know what lust was all about. Had she walked past a cemetery, the dead males would have risen and chased her. And when she walked past a hospital, all the Y sperm in the artificial insemination sperm bank just ached to find that female egg to fertilize.
Bobbi was five feet, four inches tall, with hair blacker than the dark of night, and skin whiter than alabaster. She had large, questioning eyes that always seemed to be asking, even though she already knew most of the answers. Her nose was short, and seemed to fit perfectly above her heart-shaped lips. Her tight dresses always accentuated her full, firm bosom, while letting the world know she had a trim twenty-three-inch waistline. Her soft, inviting belly, hidden under the dress, had the barest round shape below her navel, just enough to keep it from looking like something cast from concrete. The little roundness to her belly made her look all the more human, and therefore all the more desirable. Her loins were also round and full and solid, and every man who stared at them wished he were between them.
But thirty-year-old Bobbi Rogar was the prized possession of only one man; her husband, Henry Rogar. Henry was a dramatics teacher at a nearby high school, and was able, better than anyone else, to appreciate the prize he had in Bobbi. Henry was handsome with a virile, masculine quality to his face, and he always kept his body in excellent physical shape. He was as much the love object of the women in his community as Bobbi was that of the men. It was therefore obvious to all their friends and neighbors how perfectly suited they were to one another. It was even obvious to Henry, who took advantage of his wife's delightful body twenty six nights every month.
Henry loved pushing his thick, swollen, massive phallus into Bobbi's delightfully tight vagina. He loved the way her inner core seemed to surround and crush his meaty intruder. After all these years, even after having given birth to three sons, Bobbi had a cunt tighter than a snapping rubber band. Each time he pushed into her, it was as if he were de-virginizing her all over again.
The only trouble with all this was, Bobbi felt pain each time he fucked her. She felt agonizing searing hurt each time her husband's phallus, nine inches long, and nearly three and a half inches around, pushed into her. Oh she had her share of orgasms, but the pain accompanying them was as powerful as any pleasure she felt, and she knew almost all the other women in the neighborhood had stopped feeling the pain after their respective wedding nights, while the pleasure inside them was enhanced all the more.
Last night had been that ultimate straw breaking the proverbial camel's back.
Henry always loved to do things a bit roughly. After having finished the dishes, while the kids were still watching TV downstairs, Bobbi wanted to rest a bit. But there was Henry, coming into the bedroom behind her, shutting the door after him.
"Come on, Henry," she begged. "Not right now. It's been an exhausting day. I've been with the PTA, the Women's Auxiliary, and I've even had to drive all three boys to religious school, at different times. Have a heart."
But Henry's arm was around her waist, and when she tried pulling away, she found his grip too tight. Looking into his eyes, she could see the building lust. Each time she looked, it frightened her. She feared he might one day get so carried away by his own emotions, he would hurt her even more than he did, normally. Yet, through the fear, and in spite of the knowledge there would be pain, there was always that hidden anticipation, knowing there would be that ultimate pleasure as well.
"You drive me wild, Bobbi," he muttered. "Every time I look at. you, I feel I have to fuck you. If it weren't for the kids, I'd have you naked the minute I got home, and we'd be scoring in the living room, on the kitchen table, and even in the bathtub."
Bobbi remembered how hectic her first year of marriage had been. Henry had done all those things he'd just described, and more. He used to wake her in the morning and tongue her hot pussy until she came. Then he would stuff that monstrous prod of his into her. At that time, right up until the birth of her firstborn, she was convinced she would eventually stretch wide enough to take him without any pain. But it just didn't happen. Immediately after breakfast he would take her again.
Bobbi's respite would last until lunchtime. The school was right around the corner from their home, and he would be home for lunch every day at twelve thirty. And before stuffing a sandwich into his mouth, he would stuff his phallus into poor Bobbi. Sometimes he would use her mouth, but those times he always came close to strangling her.
At four thirty, after Drama class was over, he'd be back, pounding into her again, fucking her intermittently on and off until it was time for them to go to bed. And the routine had remained that way until after their first son had been born.
If nothing else, Henry had been an understanding husband. He knew she had a lot of things to do after the birth of their son, and tempered his sexual activity accordingly. Nevertheless, he still fed his cock to her at every opportunity, which included their first getting into bed, each night.
Two more sons followed, one right after the other, and Bobbi became even busier, but Henry insisted on giving it to her at least once a night, whenever possible. And Bobbi, knowing how much it meant to him, willingly allowed her wonderful husband to literally ravish her body.
All three sons looked almost exactly like their mother, though all had their father's natural flair for the dramatic. All were good-looking boys. The oldest was now eleven, followed by the next one, nine and a half, the youngest, seven.
Now Henry was holding her close, his firm, strong arms wrapped around her, his mouth nibbling at her earlobe, chewing with just enough pressure to drive her wild.
God, she wanted it. She really wanted it. In spite of the pain, she wanted it. There was something about the way Henry aroused her that made her want to beg for the agony she would feel when spitted on the end of his fabulous cock.
Now, as his lips burned into the side of her throat from behind, she felt his hands gripping her full breasts through her dress. It made her that much more aroused. Lord, but it felt so wonderful. All her instincts told her to stop fighting her own husband and give in. Yet the fear of pain, hiding in the back of her mind, made her shudder.
She knew Henry loved it when she struggled, though her struggling was almost automatic, sensing the agony she would feel when he finally had his way with her. So when she writhed and wriggled, and felt him tug both arms behind her, then grip her two wrists in a large hand, she knew she should have expected it. But being raped, even if it was a willing rape, was something she had never gotten used to in her thirteen years of marriage.
His other hand was holding her face, steadying it so he could burn his lips against hers. She tasted the mintiness of his breath and squirmed beneath the hand now unzipping her dress and moving along her breasts. She felt his fingers squeeze her thickening nipples through her bra, then the hand came out and finished unzipping her dress, pulling it down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Then his hand was back to her breast-filled bra, once again using his fingers to pinch her swelling nipples.
Bobbi pulled her mouth from his, saying, "Henry, now now ... wait until later tonight ... mmmmmmphhhhhh . ... "
His mouth was back on hers, pressing into her lips as his tongue stabbed itself against her teeth and palate, effectively silencing her. His fingers undid the snaps of her bra, loosening it, then taking it off. He pulled his mouth away, then said, "I want it, now. God, Bobbi, I'm so hungry for you I feel I'm going to explode at any moment. Just keep it low. Remember, the kids are all awake, and even if the TV set is loud, if you shout they'll be able to hear you. I can't get enough of you. I'm going to feel those luscious tits of yours, then I'm going to suck on them and chew the nipples. And then I'm going to put my tongue all the way into that hot pussy of yours and ream it out. And after I've made you come at least once with my tongue, I'm going to ram my hard cock into your lovely cunt and fill it up with my joy juice. Just cooperate, and it'll all be over in an hour ... maybe."
"Come on, Henry...."
"Right, Bobbi. I'm going to come on inside you. I'm going to shoot a whole lake of the stuff into you. Not only will you let me do it, but you'll help."
With his foot tripping her, he eased her onto their bed, a bed still made, then lowered himself next to her and began fondling her breasts. He loved the firm way they'd managed to hold up after all these years, and the mere sight of her swollen brown nipples made him drool.
His left hand continued clutching her wrists behind her as his lips slowly surrounded her right nipple. He began to suck like a child nursing at its mother's bosom. Only the way he sucked, one could see he wasn't looking for milk. He wanted to taste the very essence of his wife, slobbering all over her breast as he did. His right hand was pressing against the slightly rounded bowl of her wonderful belly, pressing through the material of her panties.
Bobbi was already enjoying herself immensely, as she'd known she would, having gone through this so many times before. Her husband's mouth was intentionally rough, obviously knowing what seemed to be the best way to arouse her. He tongued her two nipples one at a time, and the furnace of his mouth was making the chocolate tips of her breasts grow and extend themselves, thereby informing him of the success with which his ministrations were meeting, in spite of her pretentious struggles.
Bobbi writhed and jerked, yet her hands pressed on his head, holding his face close to her bosom. She had known all along she would submit to him. Perhaps she wanted the pain. She knew she wanted the pleasure, but she always blanched at the thought of pain. Yet now, being heated up and aroused, she almost wanted that pain in order to feel the thrilling pleasure that came with it.
Although her husband had locked the bedroom door, she kept thinking one of the kids might pound on it and distract them. They had a habit of doing that, sometimes. But she knew it was only eight thirty, and their favorite TV program was on. They'd be rooted to the downstairs floor, watching that program for the remainder of the hour. And then there was another show. No, there was almost no chance of their being disturbed by the children.
Though her arms continued holding his head, pressing his mouth against her well-licked tits, her loins continued fighting the insistent pressure of his hand. They remained tightly pressed together, no matter what he did. But he was much stronger than she, and after awhile it began to tell. Slowly, silently, he forced her thighs apart. His caressing fingers slid up the inner softness of her tender thighs. And all the while, his mouth continued eating the nut-like tips of her large breasts.
Bobbi listened to him sucking noisily, but only barely heard him. Her mind was concentrating on the titillation of his fingers moving up her thigh, moving slowly but certainly toward her moist vagina. The lubricant dripping from her vaginal interior had already soaked into the crotch of her panty, leaving it a soaking mess. Some excess was already sliding down her thighs and ass-cheeks, falling onto the bedspread. Luckily, the colorless fluid dried quickly, and completely disappeared.
In spite of knowing she would shortly receive a great amount of pain, her heated desire was increasing with the passing of each second. In spite of her resolve to resist, she was going to let him fuck her. God! She had to be crazy. The pain was pure agony each time. Yet, she allowed him to fit that thick, rubbery length of flesh-plug into her because there was something equally strong, making the pain almost worthwhile.
She wondered if any other man would cause her this kind of pain. Would a smaller penis cause less pain? If so, would the pleasure be diminished, as well? If so, she knew she had no desire to feel the pain lessened, since she didn't want the rapture lessened.
She felt his lips continue their avid sucking at her breasts, as if her body were yielding some substantive nutrition, urging him on. The heat inside her began building higher and higher.
Uuuhhhhh! His hand was rubbing the sodden crotch of her panties. She writhed, feeling ecstatic tingles at the slightest touch. Then his fingers trickled a little higher and grabbed at the elastic waistband. Little by little he began tugging, rolling the panties down and off. Bobbi automatically raised her hips, making it easier for him. She didn't want the undergarment torn. Henry made a nice living, but she couldn't continually throw away money on panties. She felt him slide it along her thighs, her knees, and down along her calves and ankles before they slid off. He dropped the panties on the floor, as he shoved a knee between her satin-soft thighs, forcing them to stay apart as his hand lightly touched her wet vaginal labia. She felt his fingers tease the outer labia first, then slowly, very slowly, he fingered the leaking lips apart, letting his fingertips move between them. Little by little a finger inserted itself deeper until it was touching her inner cunt lips. It moved around and around, thrilling her, making her feel aflame and anguished. And then it partially withdrew, remaining between her outer labia but not touching the inner cunt lips. Now the ball of his finger moved higher, touching the pearl of her clitoris; her craving bead of delight; the very summit of her sensuality.
Her mind told her to rebel and fight him off. After all these years she still was not in the mood to feel pain. But her body wanted all the delightful physical feelings that went with that pain. The only real pain came from direct penetration. There was no pain when he touched her there with his fingers, or when he licked her there with his tongue. In fact, those times Henry brought her to a climax with his mouth proved to be the best times, because there was nothing hurting her. Yet, because her vagina was empty at those times, she felt as if something were missing. And that could be a horrible feeling, even when she was enjoying her orgasm. She wanted to feel her tight cunt filled, yet without pain. She wanted all the ecstasy with none of the agony.
Lying back, she decided she would once again accept the pain she knew he would inflict on her if only to enhance her eventual enjoyment. Her loins were spread apart, allowing him to probe deeper with his finger. She liked the feel of the finger inside her. God! If only there were a cock as slender as his finger, she would be more than satisfied. To feel a cock like this inside her, spraying its white contents into her heated womb, would be the ultimate pleasure. To feel testicles tickling the bottom of her tight crack, rubbing against her perineum, even feeling them press against her lower asscrack, while a slender penis rode in and out of her, would be complete heaven. To feel such a small billy clogging her vagina would be heavenly. She was certain a small cock could flood her body with as much fluid as Henry's long, thick weapon. Lord! Why did she always have to resort to her imagination to wonder how a skinny penis would feel? Each time he slid his finger into her,, she wished it were capable of shooting that gooey jism into her burning depths.
And then the moment arrived. Her arms clutched his head all the more tightly, now. When he raised his handsome face to hers she found herself kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. She had surrendered herself to him again. Her body had resigned itself to the acceptance of pain.
Henry was dropping his pants now, letting his underwear go with them. And there it was. Nine inches, perhaps a fraction of an inch more, standing out as straight and as stiff as a steel ramrod. More than three inches around, it resembled an old-fashioned barber pole in Bobbi's eyes.
Her pussywalls tightened in spite of the natural oil seeping its way through them. Had Henry tried pushing a finger into her at this moment, he would have found it very difficult.
"Ready?" Henry asked.
There was no use prolonging it. Sooner or later he would push his massive Redwood log into her. Might as well be sooner. She was as well-oiled as she would ever be. There was no way she could get any wetter inside.
"Okay," she whispered. "Fuck that monster into me."
"No," he decided. "Not yet. You're such a tasty piece, I want to lap at that vaginal well of yours for a few moments. I want you to enjoy all of this as much as you can."
His heavy penis knocked against her thigh as she felt it slowly retreat toward her knee. At the same time, his mouth lowered itself to her nipples again, suched each of them once for luck, and then his tongue was licking its way lower, across her rib cage and her belly, tickling her belly button.
Good old Henry. He certainly tried. She loved that tongue licking around inside her. This was one of the reasons why she had never let him know the pain he caused her each time he fucked her.
Now his tongue moved lower, over the soft, slight curve of her belly, trailing through the dark, midnight blackness of her pubic hair, slithering right into her seething nest.
As far as Henry was concerned, there was no need to hurry. He always found his wife deliriously cooperative, certainly at this stage of the proceedings. He could take his own sweet time about drilling his tongue into her syrupy center.
She was his own private slave woman, to do with as he pleased. She was meant for him to completely enjoy her. God! What could be more wonderful?
Her marble-white thighs were wide open, offering the full, convex loveliness of her tasty vagina to his hungry mouth. His hands were under her buttocks, raising them. And he used his close-together wrists as an altar on which to rest his chin as he prepared to assault her feminine portals with his tongue.
Bobbi writhed, then nearly screamed when she felt the smooth, slithery, icy tongue move tantalizingly between her outer cuntal flaps. His lips shaped themselves to her outer labia in order to kiss them as his tongue sliced all the way into her hot, bubbling cave of love. Her juices were running even more freely, as if coming from a hidden spigot deep inside her, and he was drinking it all down his own throat, making an inordinate amount of noise, as if trying to let her know how much he was enjoying the oil coming from her fountain. The tongue was slicing in and out of her tight, seeping snatch.
Bobbi felt her juices starting to flow freely as he licked in and out, his tongue a straight hard scoop. It drilled into her as effectively as a steel pile was jackhammered into the earth, scooping out her fluids and pulling them into his wolfish mouth.
She churned her loins maddeningly in a wild rotation, maintaining an insane pace, keeping time to the way he was tonguing in and out of her.
Every now and again, when his tongue came all the way out of her hot, vaginal interior, it licked down her perineum, straight against her webbed anal entrance. The icy touch of his tongue tip at her rectal orifice made Bobbi shudder. It was always wonderful. One day, he'd had her lie on her belly for more than an hour while he had tongued her ass-hole. The thrill sent mad shivers up and down her spine.
His tongue returned to her volcanic, vaginal interior. It licked through the oven-like interior, touching her hot walls where countless, tingling nerve-endings flashed with each bit of tongue pressure. Her body trembled so, it seemed to be having its own private earthquake. Her hands reached down and tightened themselves in the thickness of his hair.
Her own head whipped wildly from side to side in mad abandon as she gasped out her enjoyment of what was happening. Now his tongue was lapping at her clitoris, driving her mad with passionate delight. If he kept this up, he would certainly tongue her to an orgasm.
The overpowering crisis began building inside her, but before she could feel it slam into her, Henry raised his face from between her dripping thighs. He began moving up, letting his hands press her into the bed as his fingers grasped her huge tits, so he could pull himself higher. His face brushed her nipples, and his mouth paused once more to pay fealty to them, kissing each one for a long time, letting the hard nubbins roll around on his tongue, one at a time. His lips rubbed across their hard, rubbery surfaces making them swell just the littlest bit more. Then he was kissing her chest, her throat, and finally, her lips. Their wide-open mouths clashed together like cymbals, each probing a tongue into the other's mouth, swallowing one another's lips, teeth, gums, and palate. Bobbi felt Henry's breath cover her entire face. And she could feel his hard, monstrous cock rubbing against the top of her thighs. The penial tip was wet with its own secretions. Lord! Her cunt already felt raw and anguished, merely anticipating what was about to happen.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until it hurts," he murmured, unaware the mere entrance of his monstrous cock into her vagina would cuase her pain. "I'm going to ream you out until you bleed."
Except for their wedding night, in spite of the pain she felt from his stretching, Bobbi had never bled. Oddly, Henry was relatively gentle with the way he crammed his monstrous machine into her tenderness, and if he was unaware of the agony he was causing her, he was certainly aware of how tightly he fitted into her.
"You do that, Henry," she urged.
"Just wait until I've fitted all of me into you, honey."
Hell, no! To merely lie there and be a passive participant would have been even more agonizing.
By concentrating on her moving, she was able to take her mind off some of the pain she always felt.
Reaching down, she grabbed his iron-hard thickness realizing for the fifty millionth time how massive it really was. True, she had never had another full-grown penis with which she could compare it, but she was convinced Henry's was one of the thickest and longest in the entire state, if not in the whole country. From the trembling way it shivered and throbbed, she could tell it was more than anxious to screw its way into her. And his anxiety was communicating itself to her, making her forget the pain she would feel. She wanted the thick pole thrust all the way into her, letting her feel the fantastic enjoyment simple words would never convey. Christ! If only this hot pole were the littlest bit thinner, she would be in paradise.
The wedge of his cock-head pressed itself against the tight, dripping slit of her pussylips. The simple pressure of the thick bulb against the seething portals of her tight vagina made her inwardly cringe. She guided it closer, but was terrified of letting it go.
Now the thick cock began moving forward just the littlest bit. It started forcing her fleshy flaps to part. God! He was ready to ease it into her and fill her with it, stretching her vaginal walls beyond reason. He would cause her agonizing pain.
She felt the silken nose of his glans ride up and down, as if trying to sniff out the entrance for which it had been specifically designed. Her nervous fingers inched their way down the shaft of the heavy pecker until they came to the hairy base. She tightened her fingers, literally tugging out short hairs. Henry never felt the hairs come out. At a time like this he felt nothing other than the tantalizing heat of her outer pussy lips as they surrounded his bulbous dome.
Bobbi's fingers began caressing Henry's heavy balls. She could feel how monumentally large they seemed, like leaden counterweights in a heavy leather sack, designed to prevent his massive cock from dropping and falling. They seemed heavier now, as if loaded with sperm. Once his cock was all the way up inside her, it would take almost no time for her to come. But he always took awhile, and that was when she felt most of the pain, because the pleasure quickly faded, but the pain remained. And it would stay there until be shot his balls, releasing the white balm that would flood into her and soothe the raw ache. Eventually though, he always shot that hot sperm into her. She wished the blasting of the hot, white milk would trigger a second orgasm, but it never did, because the heavy pain began canceling out the pleasure.
"Howow!" Henry bellowed, as she rubbed his balls. "Bobbi, you always know what to do. God! I love the way you rub my balls. No other woman could ever be this good."
"How ... uhhhh . . would you ... UHHH ... know?" Bobbi asked. "When was the ... uhhhhh ... last time you were ... aaaah ... with another ... ohhhhhhh ... woman?"
"You gorgeous bitch," Henry smiled, thrusting forward a little, not noticing the painful wince on her face. "You damn well ... ahhhhhhh ... know what I mean. Why would I need another woman when I have you. You're ... URRRGGGHHH ... the best, baby. And you know it. . ahhhhhhh...."
"God! It's like ... uhhhh ... I'm being ... ohhhhh ... torn apart," she gasped.
But Henry misunderstood, thinking it was all pleasure. After all, following so many years of marriage, how could his thick, pulsing penis hurt her when he pushed it into her.
"Fucking into you is like jamming my cock into hot velvet," he gasped, plunging his thick, fat rod a little deeper.
Bobbi felt the searing pain as he stretched her tight vaginal interior. Each time was like the first time, all over again. The blunted head of his phallus was more solid than anything she had ever known. Had someone rammed a doorknob into her, it wouldn't have given her any more pain. True, with the agony came the wonderful ecstasy, but she wished there were some way to avoid the pain.
" U U U UU U NNNNNGGGGGGhhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling him push it a bit deeper. "It always feels so ... aaaggghhhh ... so different in there.
It's never felt the same way, twice."
He slid forward a bit more, feeding another inch of hard, throbbing penis into her clutching vaginal sheath. Her tight cuntwalls clung to that part of him already embedded within as if her membranes were attached to him.
When his throbbing meat was halfway in, Bobbi winced. Not that there was additional pain. What she was feeling hurt enough without there having to be additional pain. But each time he reached the halfway point, she recalled that first night with him, when his thundering cock had driven through her tender maidenhead. Her breathing became heavier, and Henry seemed to sense her remembering, but he remained silent, continuing into the cup of her cunt.
Bobbi felt the thick branch lodged in her teeming quim suddenly plunge forward, and pain, searing pain, followed the cock-head all the way into her infinite depths. She opened her mouth to gasp out her agony, only to have Henry's tongue thrust inside, silencing her, once again keeping him from knowing how much he was hurting her.
"AAARRRRRRMMMMMphhhhhhh!" she gasped, releasing whatever sound there was inside her into the depths of his sweetened throat. His chest was rubbing against her sensitive nipples, making her squirm and writhe, feeling her breastpoints cut into his hard flesh. God! At times like this she was so ultra-sensitive to both, pain and pleasure.
The pain continued charging through her shuddering body, and the joy of it all seemed hidden until he began moving again. He was slamming his thick, massive heaviness even deeper, and her mind was reaching beyond the pain, trying to feel the glorious enchantment beyond. His mouth continued kissing hers, and his tongue madly washed through the gasping interior of her own mouth.
Henry's heavy phallus was sliding deeper, deeper, deeper, as if there was no end to his length, nor to her own depths. And then, suddenly, his pelvis jolted against hers as his dangling testicles hit against the split between her ass-cheeks.
Finally, Thank God! He was finally all the way into her. Maybe now the pain would at least fade into the background and become secondary to the pleasure. But even as she thought this, she knew better. The pain would stay. Fucking was supposed to be something wonderful. Why did she have to suffer, every time?
Slowly, very slowly, his massive cock began its retreat. It tugged back and back, and as it withdrew, she could feel more pleasure and a lessening of the pain as her interior walls attempted to come together. Christ! It was unbelievable how really tight she was, inside. Her vagina always seemed to constrict back to its original virgin width each time his powering pole withdrew. Lord! It was incredible to think his huge log of cock could actually open her up as much as it did. No wonder she always in such pain each time he thrust forward.
A thinner cock. Yes, a thinner cock pushing in, would not put nearly as much strain on her vaginal walls. A thinner cock would definitely give her more pleasure and a lot less pain. She had to have a thinner cock.
But where could she find a thinner phallus? She couldn't go around to all the men she knew, asking them to open their zippers and expose themselves. Besides, no man on earth could have a cock as skinny as the tightness her inner self demanded.
Suddenly she realized the thick cap of his cock was at her inner labia, ready to back out, and in spite of the enormous pain she was aroused to where she didn't want to lose the cock. She wanted it stuffed back inside her.
"Fuck it in," she hoarsely gasped, sucking on his kissing tongue.
Slowly, very slowly, he fed the huge, throbbing dong back into her, and her hot, moist, sucking, grasping cuntal walls once again surrounded it, clinging to it like a second skin. She felt more agony as it slid to the very center of her inner self, but with it she felt more of the lusting, overwhelming delight that mingled with the pain. Yes, yes, she could feel that wonderful feeling building and building inside her, even though the agony remained. The pain rocketed through her, but she was determined to bear it all in order to feel the wonderful "other" sensation. It was almost as if she had become used to the pain, though she knew pain was something to which she could never really adjust. But the sense of thrilling delight rising inside her was becoming stronger, and it helped her to override her inner agony.
The stabbing penis now began a rhythmic attack and withdrawal. Each time he powered into her, she felt an agony of torture rumble through her. Joining that agony was the sheer magic of inner sensation as rapture also shuddered through her. Each time he retreated, the pain disappeared for a moment, but the rapture remained. Then, when he plunged back into her again, the remnants of the rapture she had felt on his withdrawal, mingled with the delight she felt with him plunging into her, and the combination was almost enough to overpower the throbbing pain she felt, in addition: almost-not quite.
The speed with which his heavy cock moved began increasing, and pubis hit pubis, each bathing the other in a mixture of perspiration and sexual oil. Bobbi could hear the tightness of his hard cock actually squeaking its way into her; the sounds made by the tight, squeezing resistance of her inner tissues and membranes as they rubbed against his flesh. God! The thrills were so wonderful. If only she could be rid of the throbbing, stretching, tearing pain. This could have been so exceptionally superb had it not been for the agonizing pain.
God!! ! How she wished his hard penis was a little thinner. If the strain on her vaginal walls only wasn't so great. The length was something she could bear, but the breadth was always too much. Had he been the littlest bit skinnier, she would have wallowed in this. There would be nights when she would keep him from sleeping, because she knew she would never be able to get enough cock-if only it were more slender.
The length was lovely. She almost enjoyed the way it sank to the very bottom of her seething tunnel, reaching far up into her, even poking its nose into her cervix. He was driving harder, and if it hadn't been for the constant hurt, it would have been wonderful.
God! Bobbi sincerely understood why women felt they belonged horizontal the rest of their lives. Those who received all the pleasure with none of the pain had every right to want to lie on their backs for the rest of their married existence.
The stiff, thick phallus was sinking in and out at breakneck speed. Because it moved so quickly, the pain lessened and the ecstasy heightened. But there was still enough pain there to make her more than uncomfortable. A puddle of love oil oozing from around his cock, dripped down her thighs onto the bed, making her new bedspread wet and discolored.
Henry's fingers were squeezing her rectal cheeks, and the pressure on her buttocks enhanced the pleasure even more. And he steadily shoved his hard prong in and out, continually increasing the speed. That damn cock! It felt so good, yet hurt so much. If only it were thinner.
Her husband was building her to a fevered pitch. The pain was steady and throbbing, but the ecstasy was continuing to swell.
Unable to control herself, Bobbi sank her teeth into Henry's shoulder, biting hard, nearly drawing blood. Her hands caressed his flat behind, pulling on them each time he yanked his cock back in order to enhance his throbbing pleasure inside her, hoping somehow to blot out the pain.
When he pushed in, her hands pressed on his ass-cheeks, trying to ram him in quickly, because the faster his prick sank into her hungering vagina, the less the ordeal of pain. She wanted every last fraction of an inch of his torturing cock, feeling hurt each time he entered, yet lost each time he withdrew.
She could sense the orgasm, now. It was a long, long way off, but the tingling in her scoured vagina was such she could tell she would have one hell of an orgasm. Little by little it began closing in on her as she felt him continuing to torturously pump his solid salami into her. Oh God! It was going to be a stupendous climax. If only he was a bit thinner, so the pain wouldn't be there, then everything would have been fine.
The thrill was continuing to enlarge, growing at an alarmingly wonderful rate. It would continue to swell inside her, and though the constant hurt was almost a deterrent, the feel of the power driving through her was just enough for her to want all this toreach a happy conclusion. Tingles of wanton enjoyment were beginning, and the pressure within was increasing, rippling slowly through her feminine interior. The surge slowly spread through her rectum, making her ass-cheeks tighten as her anus tingled. The pressure was pushing its way along her spine, causing her rib cage to vibrate. Now it left her skeletal structure and began spreading through her nervous system until it filled every bit of her. Thrill after thrill mingled with pressuring hurt as he continued powering his way through her, seemingly sinking farther into her with each thrust.
Her arms surrounded his back and her heels were kicking his buttocks. Loud, gasping sighs were issuing from her mouth, almost as if each push of his throbbing cock into her vaginal vessel was forcing the air out of her. She felt trembling, jagged bolts of lightning blast through her body with each thrust. If the pain weren't there, she would never want this to end.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh yes. "Fuck it all the way in ... uhhh ... yes ... love ... uhhh ... it ... love ... you ... love...."
"It's all yours, Bobbi-baby," he told her. "I'm feeding every last hard bit of it into you ... ahhhhh ... you cock-eating, prick-gobbling, dick-swallowing cunt. God! Ahhhhhh ... I love the way I ... ooooooh ... fit so tightly ... ahhhh ... into you...."
Bobbi slammed her pubis all the harder against his downthrusting thighs. The tower of cock plunging in and out of her had created so much friction within, she would have sworn she smelled smoke coming out of her.
"Henry..." she gasped..."Henry, I'm ... uhhh ... going to ... ughhhhh ... come...."
She whispered it as if it were some special kind of secret.
"Yes," he insisted. "COME, come, right ... uhhhh ... NOW!! ! "
"I'm ... UHHHH ... ALMOST THERE . ... "
"I'm ... OOOOOOOH ... going to pump a full load into you ... arrrggghhh ... I'm going to shoot it so far up into you ... uhhhh ... you'll be spitting it out of your throat...."
Their bodies slammed together more and more energetically, moving more and more quickly as he shortened his stroke to increase his speed even more. He was flashing in and out of her at tremendous speed, now.
"Coming. ... " she gasped. "I'm ... UHHHH ... COMMMMMMIIIGGGG!"
And Bobbi felt her orgasm totally overpower her. For a brief moment there was no pain, only total, thorough, complete inundation of her tissues, membranes and pores with orgasmic wonder. She slammed and twisted and writhed madly, but her husband had her completely pinned solidly under him as he continued pumping into her.
"Gonna come..." he gasped, moving even more quickly, causing her to feel the pain again. At first it was a distant thud, but as her orgasm receded, the pain became all too prominent again. "Get ready," he told her. "Get good and ready. Here comes a bucket of whitewash ... AAAAAAYYYYYAAARRRRGGGGHHH!"
And Bobbi felt the oceans of semen flooding her inner channel, greasing the way, making the pain a little less intense. It all felt so good inside her, had it not been for the heavy pressure of his throbbing cock, she might have had a second crisis.
As he spurted, his phallus began softening. And when it was almost halfway down, Bobbi felt the pressure against her walls disappear. For a moment, just for a moment, now that the pain was gone, she was able to appreciate what was left of her climax. And then it was all gone.
CHAPTER TWO
Later that night, as Henry lay sleeping, Bobbi tossed and turned, realizing she was beginning to reach her peak sexual years. Was she to spend them in pain, as she had spent her other married years.
She loved Henry, and wanted to stay married to him. She would be able to stand the pain, if ... if she could have the pleasure at certain times without the pain. To do that, meant at least one extra-marital affair, maybe more. But once again, the problem came up; how was she to know her potential paramour was constructed thinly enough.
A sound broke into her thoughts. She heard one of her sons up and walking around. He was heading to the bathroom. The bathroom was right across the hall from her bedroom, and she could see the bathroom door from where she lay. Her oldest son, the eleven and a half year old, turned on the bathroom light and went inside, closing the door. A moment later, she heard the splash of urine as he emptied his bladder into the bathroom bowl. Then she heard the flush of the toilet, the sound of water running in the sink as he washed his hands, and then the bathroom door opened. He was still half-asleep or he would have realized his penis was still hanging through the hole in his pajamas. It had been hard from the pressure of the urine filling his bladder, and even now it hadn't yet returned to flaccidity.
Amazing, Bobbi thought, seeing her son's penis for the first time in many years just before he turned off the bathroom light. His penis looked to be just the size she might fit comfortably inside herself. And if he had one that size, it was reasonable to assume other boys around his age were built with similar-sized penises. There was no doubt the sizes varied, but even if one boy was built a bit larger than her son, at the age of twelve or thirteen he couldn't be that much larger. He would probably fit inside her very comfortably. And as a group mother in her oldest son's scout troop, she realized she had access to quite a few twelve and thirteen-year-old boys.
No! Twelve and thirteen was the age where boys began to swagger and boast about their feats. She would be taking too big a chance fooling around with boys that age. But her middle son was in the Cub Scouts, and she served as a den mother there, too. How often had she taken care of a boy until his parents had come to pick him up following a late afternoon meeting? How many times had her sons been elsewhere, doing their homework or playing at a friend's house, and she had been forced to find some way to keep the visiting youngster occupied until his parent arrived? She had usually let him sit downstairs and watch TV. And how many times, in an attempt to do a good deed, did one of the Cub Scouts come over and mow her lawn or help her husband with some chore or other while her sons were too lazy to help? As a matter-of-fact, one of her Cub scouts was coming over the following day, right after school. He was going to clean out her garage. What was his name? Hank. Yes, Hank Abner. He was way past ten already, almost eleven. He was just young enough. Another six months and he would be in the category she would have considered unacceptable. But was it possible to convince a boy to do anything while being subtle?
Bobbi almost broke out laughing at that point. With Hank Abner, anything was possible. He was a camera bug, and was always teasing her about posing for him. True, he hadn't said anything about her posing in the nude. He wasn't forward enough to suggest that, yet. But Bobbi knew it was somewhere in the back of his mind. He had physically matured faster than other boys his age. It was reasonable to assume his sexual desires had matured faster, as well. All she needed to know was, how discreet was he? Could he keep a secret?
While pondering all this, she fell asleep.
The following day, she went about doing her housework while her kids and her husband went off to school. She intended putting her plan into action. Henry would be late that day, staying until nearly five o'clock with his drama group. Her two oldest sons would also be late, staying at school to work on various projects. And her youngest son would be next door playing with his friends. He wouldn't come home until six, supper time.
At two thirty, she took a long, cool shower, then slid into a tight pair of black slacks with an equally tight blouse, really showing off her proportions. Then she waited for Abner to arrive.
And at three o'clock, Hank Abner rang her doorbell, wearing his scout uniform, and with his camera dangling around his neck by its leather strap. It wasn't much of a camera, but it took clear photos. Abner had a whole basement wall lined with the photos in his house.
Hank Abner was a tall boy, about five feet nine inches tall, which for his age was very tall. He had dark blonde hair, dull gray eyes, and a face too handsome for his somewhat dull mind. And when he took one look at Bobbi Rogar, he decided he had to have some photos of her. So he told her as much.
Bobbi had expected it, and went out into her back yard with him, where she posed near much of the foliage. She let him shoot sixteen different photos of her before he was out of film. Then the two went inside.
"Boy," he said, as she gave him a glass of milk. "Those were some keen photos. They're gonna look great on my den wall. Gee, when I grow up, I'm gonna take the kind of pictures I can't leave hanging on any walls."
"What kind of pictures?" Bobbi prompted.
"You know," he shrugged. "The kind where I can get the girl to pose without no blouse on."
"It's easy to talk about, but you know it isn't easy to do."
"Sure it is, if she's willing to take her blouse off."
"No it isn't," Bobbi insisted. "You know all about shadows. The heavier the shadow, the more necessary it is to get the proper pose."
"Nah," young Hank told her, shaking his head. "It'd all be easy to set up."
"Well instead of discussing it, why don't I prove it isn't so easy."
"Huh?"
"Hank, if I prove it to you, do you think you could promise not to tell anyone."
"Well gosh, what is there to tell."
"Promise, first."
"Yeah, well, okay, sure. I promise. I won't say anything to no one."
"You mean you won't say anything to anyone," she chastised, as he put down the empty glass and she led him up the stairs.
"That's what I meant," he nodded as they entered her bedroom.
Before his flabbergasted eyes, she shut the door, unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her bra. She saw his tongue all but fall out of his mouth as he stared at her heaving breasts. Golly! They were big, really big! They were the kind of boobs he'd been wanting to touch ever since he'd heard men liked to feel and suck ladies' knockers. And here was Mrs. Rogar, his group mother, showing them off to him.
"Notice," she said, going over to the window and facing him. "If I posed this way, my body would completely be in shadow and the picture wouldn't be worth very much."
She turned partially to her right, with the sun bouncing off her right breast, but casting the shadow of said breast over her other breast.
"Yeah," Hank nodded. "I see what you mean. Now your left tit is covered ... I mean ... your left breast."
"You would need an artificial light to remove all the shadows," Bobbi went on, her heart pounding in her. She had sincerely believed removing her blouse and bra in front of this young boy wouldn't affect her. But she knew his stare had a great effect on her. She wanted his approval as much as she had wanted that of her husband the first night he had seen her unclad body.
"Boy, would I love to take pictures of you this way," he told her.
"Well, I don't think you're quite ready for that, yet," she told him. "Nor am I ready to pose for pictures."
"Gee, I don't see why not. I mean, you're really gorgeous.
He had walked over to her, and now tentatively raised a hand and touched her right breast. She didn't flinch or pull away, but felt her nipple start to grow as his boyish hand began rubbing it.
"It's nice of you to say that," she replied, shuddering under his touch, and leaned forward to press her lips lightly to his young cheek. Her arms touched his waist, and she found his youthful body solid and strong.
"Look, it's the honest truth," Hank told her. He was panting at this point. "You're gorgeous, really gorgeous, Missus Rogar."
"When we're alone like this, you can call me Bobbi, but only when we're alone."
"Gosh."
"Now, sit on the bed with me and tell me all about your hobby."
Together they sat on the bed. Bobbi had been careful to leave the bedspread folded on a chair nearby. The two sat very close to one another, and Bobbi could see the curiosity mingled with fright in his eyes. But he couldn't stop staring at her full, rich breasts, they stood out so boldly. And when she pulled him even closer, pressing them into his chest while sliding her hands under his shirt, he began trembling.
"Relax," she whispered, rubbing his young back. "Hey, you smell nice."
"Yeah, mom makes me take a bath every day when I come home from school. She makes me use some kind of icky perfumed soap."
"On you it smells good," Bobbi assured him. "And that's the perfect time to take a bath."
"Well, yeah, I mean ... well...."
"Is photography your only hobby? she asked.
"Well, I like playing baseball."
For some reason, he pressed his hand around the nipple he was still holding, and watched her close her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Gee, did I hurtcha?" he asked.
Bobbi was shuddering with a strange, crazy kind of passion. She didn't love the boy. She didn't even feel physically attracted to him. Yet she was determined he should fuck her, and the mere thought drove her wild.
"You have strong hands," she murmured. "I like them. Why not use the other one on my other breast. It's feeling a bit neglected, and it's all your fault."
"Golly, Missus Rogar, I...."
"Bobbi," she corrected. "When we're alone, I'm Bobbi."
Looking down, she saw the bulge in his pants and knew he was very much aroused.
Placing a hand on his leg, she lightly touched his lower thigh. He never seemed to feel her hand, becoming totally absorbed in the touching of her large breasts. He was panting, and his fingers were trembling as they moved over the soft, cream-white flesh, teasing the chocolate nipples. His movements made Bobbi smile as she twitched with anxious anticipation, expecting he might make the next move by himself.
"You'd really like to photograph my breasts, wouldn't you," she told him.
"Gee!! They're so terrific. And they feel so smooth."
"I think I'm very lucky to have you in my den," she whispered, pulling him closer, and whispering into his ear. And he continued playing with her ripe body. She had him. She really had him. There was no way he would be able to back off, now, provided she didn't hurry him. He was still not eleven years old, and he was probably awed by all this.
"Golly, what a gorgeous pair of tits," he muttered.
"A woman loves to hear herself being praised," she said, softly.
"Yeah, well, what you got is worth talking about."
"So you like my gorgeous tits," she teased, almost hypnotizing him by moving her body from side to side, watching his eyes follow her nipples.
He continued staring, his tongue licking his lips. It was obvious he wanted to put his mouth on them. He was all but drooling. "Most men like to do more than touch breasts," she told him. "They like to kiss the nipples."
"Yeah!"
"Nipples were made for kissing and sucking," she told him.
"Yeah," he nodded again, his tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth.
"A woman loves to feel a mouth on her breasts," Bobbi went on, her voice almost mesmeric in its intonation. "Wouldn't you like to tongue my nipples?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured.
"Well then, let's see that tongue of yours. Come on, Hank. Show me your tongue-on my nipples."
Slowly, very slowly, Hank Abner leaned forward and down, pursing his lips. His hands raised her left breast toward his mouth. At the same time, Bobbi let her hand slide up his thighs and touch his youthful penis.
Two electric thrills sizzled through her at the same time. She felt them reach right into her intestines as his mouth automatically began strongly sucking. His youthful lips filled her breastpoint with unbelievable sensitivity. And his hard, slender cock was precisely what she had been looking for. It was just right to penetrate her. Not too small, it was still thin. And the way be was sucking on her nipples made her want to squeeze his head against her body. It took tremendous self-control to keep her hands off him, other than to touch his cock.
Hank wasn't used to her touch, and squirmed away from her. When she reached out to touch him again, he pulled away again.
"Hey," Bobbi whispered. "If you want to go on sucking my nipples, you'll have to let me touch you down there."
Slowly he opened his legs, and Bobbi let her hand slide against his youthful cock.
"Ahh, yes, there it is. It's nice and stiff. And that mouth of yours is terrific. You certainly took to nipple-sucking in a hurry. I'm glad we came up here."
Bobbi felt herself ready to boil over. She could barely sit still, and it took all her willpower to softly caress his phallus without squeezing it.
"Suck on my other nipple," she insisted. "It needs attention."
His mouth transferred to the other one immediately. And the thrilling sizzles she had felt in the one breast began buzzing through the other as his tongue washed over her nipple. He pressed his palm against the one he had been previously sucking to keep it firm and extended.
Bobbi still had a good grip on his throbbing cock, noting he was no longer trying to pull it away from her. She thought she could feel it burning through his pants. God! She was aching to see it. She wanted it out, so it could eventually bury itself inside her.
"Let's finish undressing," she whispered. "Then we can do it. Letting go of his cock, she reached for his zipper. But he became nervous again, and pulled away, out of her reach. He felt it had been all right for her to bare her tits to him, but he was too embarrassed to undress in front of her. Even so, he was so wrapped up in the sucking of her nipple, he refused to release it.
Stay still, Hank," she whispered, as he kept moving his groin around. I'm only trying to make things easier. Don't squirm so. You have a wonderful mouth. Lord, but I'm all shivery."
Her vocal intoning urged him to press harder with his lips, and at one point he even used his teeth, biting her nipples a little. When she straightened a little, he took his mouth off her nipple and said, "Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest, I really didn't mean to hurt you."
'Hurt' her? He had no idea of the meaning of the word. Henry, her husband, hurt her all the time when he stabbed that monstrous peter of his into her. A little nip like that which he had just given her didn't hurt at all. In fact, she'd come close to having a small climax.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "You didn't hurt me at all. I loved it." And she pressed his face to her bare breasts, tangling her fingers in his hair, yanking his head back, and suddenly kissing him full on the mouth, letting her tongue delve between his lips. Her kiss was designed to delay his mouth returning to her breasts. Her mind was in a whirl, and she was feeling more and more erotically aroused. He had the clumsy, almost inept hands of youth, but this very clumsiness added to Bobbi's heat. She could tell she'd pop one hell of a load the minute he finally pushed his staff into her tight vagina.
Hank was fully aware of his ineptitude, but it wasn't his fault he was inexperienced. Everyone started out inexperienced. He was as incapable of controlling his own trembling as he was about making his phallus suddenly shrivel. The taste of her nipples was something fabulous and beyond belief. Her breasts were soft, yet firm, hot, yet chilling, and they were his to fondle.
Hank wasn't used to kissing this grown-up way, but he had to admit he liked it. Her kisses were hot and arousing, especially when she put her tongue in his mouth and gently moved it around. Her breath was sweet, and he wished he had used a mouthwash before coming to her house. But then, he had expected to clean out her garage, and one didn't usually need mouthwash to do that. What the heck! One good deed was as good as another. Besides, this was one good deed he was really enjoying. He loved pressing his open mouth to hers, feeling her tongue tickle his, and even tickling back.
Her hand was rubbing his hard, little cock, and he knew if she kept on doing that, he'd shoot in his pants. Heck! He was almost eleven, and he had been jerking off for three months, now. Not only that, but he was able to shoot the white sperm he had read about in the magazines one of his cousins kept hidden in a garage.
His hands continued tweaking her nipples and massaging her full, beautiful tits. He could feel the light coat of perspiration covering them now, but he was also sweating. He figured she must think he was a real sophisticated kid to want to go this far with him. But he still didn't think it was too cool to let her take off his pants. He didn't mind looking at her and feeling her, but he didn't like the idea of her looking at him.
"Let's go, Hank," she was whispering, her voice edged with impatience. "Let's get those pants off so I can really make you feel good."
"I'm feeling pretty terrific, right now. Man, you have real great tits."
"Just as you like playing with my tits, I want to play with that hot, stiff penis of yours. Not only that, I want to see what it looks like."
"Aw, come on. I mean . ... "
"Come on, Hank. Be a man. Let me feel and see that wonderful little cock."
Damn the boy! She wanted to see his hard little prick. She wanted to convince him to put it in her, and not keep it hidden in his pants.
She actually forced his young body back onto the bed. True, she was a strong woman, but he was nearly as strong. He began fighting back, behaving like a modest little boy. So the two of them rolled around on the bed, and his Cub Scout uniform was getting wrinkled. Not only that, but she was on top of him, and her weight made him perspire all the more profusely, making his uniform wet. Hank was ready to cry for help as she all but smothered him under the firm hardness of her body. Their legs were twined around one another, and he could feel the hard nipples jutting out from her bare breasts, pressing into his young body, seemingly digging right through the shirt of his uniform.
He seemed as desperate to cover himself as she was to make him reveal what he had between his legs. She finally got her fingers on the zipper tab and pulled it down. And then he squirmed out from under her and jumped to his feet. He just stood there, next to the bed, out of breath, his zipper down, not really knowing what to do as she lay there, panting, almost angry.
"Hank," she asked, forcing her voice to remain calm. "What's wrong? What's so terrible about letting me look at you?"
'I ... dunno," he shrugged. "I just never took off my clothes in front of a female before, except for my mother, and that was when I was just a kid."
God! She wanted the little stinker. Why did he have to make things so difficult. She could see he was still staring at her breasts, hungry to feel and suck them again.
Sitting up, she shook her body, letting her outthrust breasts shimmy a little. She took a deep breath, letting her paps appear to expand even more. And as they did so, she saw his eyes widen.
"All right," she whispered, as if defeated. "I'm sorry, Hank. I didn't mean to do anything to offend you. It's just that I thought you were already a man."
"I am a man," he insisted, defensively, his hands now covering his unzipped fly.
She smiled at him, shaking her head, and said, "Not really, Hank. You may have the body of a young man, but you still have the emotions of a boy. A man would never have hesitated to take his pants off. Believe me. We'll get dressed, go downstairs, and you can clean out the garage. We won't mention this to anyone, okay?"
Hank stared back at her, tears welling up in his eyes as the beautiful brunette woman stood, letting the sunlight once again bounce off her breasts. The sheen of perspiration made them shine all the more invitingly. He stared at the way her enlarged nipples refused to recede, and he felt the saliva flooding his mouth again. God! He had loved sucking them. He wanted to suck them some more.
Bobbi saw the hunger in his eyes, and knew she still had him dangling on a hook. There was every chance she might yet save the day.
Turning away from him, she bent over to pick up her bra, letting him see the roundness of her ass press against the tightness of her slacks. She even raised one foot off the floor a little, allowing him a glimpse of the way her puffy vagina pressed into the crotch. In his mind's eye he could almost see the way her squishy cunt lips were rubbing against one another.
Golly! Was it possible, he wondered, if he let her look at his cock, she might allow him to really see her pussy. Oh wow! That would be something super-terrific.
His hands went to his belt buckle, tugging it open, and he undid the top hook of his pants.
"Hank, are you sure you're ready for this?" Bobbi asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, blushing. "I gotta grow up sometime. This is as good a time as any."
"And it'll remain our secret," Bobbi assured him.
"Gosh, Mrs. Rogar ... I mean, Bobbi, you sure are swell."
He dropped his pants and his undershorts, as well. And his skinny, five inch penis came springing out.
"Well, well," Bobbi murmured. "For a boy whose not quite eleven, you really are hung well."
She sat down on the bed and held out a hand to him. He kicked off his shoes and slipped his feet out of his pants and underwear and slowly approached her.
Bobbi stared at his upright penis. It truly fascinated her. It was a well-shaped thing, as well-shaped as her husband's, though luckily on a much thinner scale. The veins were not yet pressing themselves against the skin, and the rosy head had a pinkish-red, youthful hue, rather than the rich magenta crowning Henry's phallus. She could see it eagerly twitching from side to side as she stared at it, and though the boy had reddened at first, she soon found him appreciating her stares.
His pelvis was bare, with no hint of the dark blonde curls that would one day adorn it. And his hairless, almost wrinkle-free scrotum sac was so much smaller than the golf balls-wrapped-in-leather sported by her husband. Hank's balls could have been no larger than marbles. And the scrotum encasing them was tight and drawn up into his groin.
When she had diapered her sons, Bobbi had never had any sexual thoughts about their all-but-unformed testicles. There had been nothing sexy about the way their groins had looked. Not so with this youth. She itched to touch his young cock and feel it inside her. But for the moment she thought it wise not to handle him until he got used to looking at her.
He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, and she put one arm around his shoulders, and allowed her other hand to rest lightly on top of his thigh. She could feel him quivering a little.
"That's much better," she said, parting his thighs a bit so she could see his penis all the better. "You have a lovely phallus," she assured him. "It's almost fully grown. It certainly is large enough to keep a full-sized woman happy. Tell me, would you like to put this into a grown woman?"
"Well ... uhhhhh ... sure..." he nodded, his body tensing as she moved her hand over and lightly caressed and petted it.
Golly! he wondered. Was she going to allow him to fuck her? Wow! Wouldn't that really be something terrific. The mere thought made him even hotter, forcing his rigid wand to become even more rigid. As her fingers lightly stroked his penis he shuddered and shivered, hoping and praying he wouldn't shoot too quickly. Hell! If she was going to allow him to bury his hard cock inside her, he wanted it to stay. Bobbi slowly closed her fingers around the throbbing penis. Was it ever hard. It was as hard as anything Henry, her husband, had ever thrown into her. Only this was more slender. This one would give her all the pleasure with none of the pain. Her hand clutched it all the more tightly, and Hank was afraid he might go off right there.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yes," he almost gasped. "I sure would."
"And if you did, it would always be a secret between us."
"Gosh, sure."
"Because if you can keep it a secret, I just might let you fuck me more than once."
"Honest?" It popped out of him spontaneously.
"Cross my heart," she nodded.
Bobbi leaned against the boy, letting him feel her breasts surround his arm before her turned to face her. And then his mouth was on hers, kissing her, hard. He kissed her the same way she had kissed him earlier, only there was nothing gentle about the way his tongue licked through her mouth. He was trying to be savage and overpowering, and had he not been so earnest about it, Bobbi would have smiled.
She pushed him down on the bed again, with his legs still dangling over the side. He didn't fight her this time. He let her push him back as his tongue continued licking into her mouth. And then her mouth was off his, kissing his throat. He could feel her pointed breasts pressing into his smooth, bare chest. Then her lips were kissing his chest as her nipples scraped their way lower, rubbing against his belly.
He sighed when her mouth kissed his navel. It was still a tiny navel, and there was no room for the tip of her tongue. And then she rubbed her full breasts around his penis, trapping it between them, squeezing her tits together and making him gasp and shudder. He could feel her nipples digging into his groin on either side of his balls, and the touch of them in such a sensitive place made him tremble. But he wasn't going to be a baby, this time. He wasn't going to haul ass and take off. Heck, no! He was learning what grown-ups did for fun, and he could tell they really knew how to enjoy themselves.
Then she slid a little lower, and he felt her lips actually kiss the tip of his young cock. Why he didn't shoot then and there would always remain a mystery to him.
Bobbi was fascinated by the small pike. It was like Henry's in every respect, save one. It was smaller and thinner. It wouldn't strangle her, as her husband's so often threatened to do when she covered it with her own mouth. From the way it solidly stood up, she knew he was capable of an orgasm. AN orgasm? He had the energy, vitality, and stamina of youth. She had no doubt he was capable of two, three, or even a half dozen orgasms.
Her chin was rubbing against the point of his hard cock. She could feel the heat coming from the burning tip as her eyes looked up, into his. He was sitting up again, unable to simply lay there and let her do things to him without his watching. It was all so much more exciting when one watched. She would love to taste his youthful seed and compare it to the salty taste of her husband's sperm.
Lord! Her anguished vagina seemed to squeeze its walls together, as if reminding her, the one reason she was doing this was to be able to fill her vagina with a more slender rod. Why was she wasting time, contemplating the swallowing of it.
Well hell, Her tight pussy would just have to wait a little longer. She fully intended to let the boy fuck her, but first she wanted to swallow that upright little stanchion.
"Would you like to do this another time, too?" she asked, talking directly at his shivering penis as if it were a microphone.
"Wow! Do you mean it?" Hank asked, thrilled at the idea of being able to score with the beautiful adult woman more than once.
"Of course," she nodded, blowing on the seeping liquid coming from the slit in the head of his penis.
"I mean it," she nodded, "just as long as it remains a secret between the two of us. If you tell anyone, anyone at all, well have to stop."
"Gee, I wouldn't tell a soul," he promised, then jumped as she surrounded his throbbing penis with the cushions of her lips, slowly letting her mouth slide down until it had enveloped the entire penis.
"Wow! Bobbi!" he gasped.
He was close to a climax, all right. Much as she wanted the straining cock in her tight cunt, Bobbi knew he would blow his rocks the moment he put it in. No, there was only one tiling to do. She had to make him come, now. Then, in a little while, say after he cleaned out the garage, he would be strong enough to raise a new erection.
God! The little cock tasted so good against her tongue. It didn't even reach her throat. She could feel the flexing head swell and recede against her tongue and palate.
Oh God! There was a new pain in her vagina. It was more a mental pain than anything eke, yet she felt it in her pussy as surely as if Henry were drubbing his hard cock through there. It was begging her to let it have the tiny penis. It wanted to be filled with the thin rod, crushing tightly around it, finally knowing how it felt to have the sweet thrill of orgasm without the terrible pain of being stretched. She could feel the lubricant soaking through her panties to her slacks, like tears from a weeping eye. The smooth nylon fabric felt like emery against her anguished skin. Her over-sensitive clitoris felt as if it were being scraped raw. But even as her vagina throbbed, she could feel the pulsations in his penis as it vellicated in her mouth, letting her know he was so close to his own orgasm.
Her mouth went lower, and her tongue scooped up his young balls and pressed them against her lower lip as she sucked on his hard rod of throbbing penis. He was ready to shoot, and she intended swallowing every last tasty drop of it.
"UNNNNHHHH!" Hank grunted, afraid.
It never occurred to him to shoot in a woman's mouth. It felt warm and wonderful, and sent all kinds of crazy sensations shooting through him, but oh God! In her mouth? He wanted to pull back, to tug his penis out, but she had her hands under his young ass and she was holding him tightly in place, her head bobbing up and down, her lips pressing harder, her jaws pulling as her tongue pressed against the underside, sucking madly.
Hank found he couldn't hold back. He had no control over himself. The seed was bubbling up inside him, and there was no way he was going to get his phallus out of her mouth. OH GOD!
"EEYYYAAHH!" he all but screamed through gritted teeth.
Luckily, a nearby neighbor was mowing his lawn with a power mower, and no one heard the scream. The roar just managed to drown it out.
The boy shuddered, thrashing wildly on the bed, his hard cock pumping spurts of seed hidden deep down inside him. He'd never realized he had so much stored inside. His hips jerked convulsively, and he was sighing and gagging, almost as if he were suffering with some kind of epileptic fit.
Bobbi stared at him, watching him twist and turn, and still her circling lips continued pumping, sucking the delicious liquid into her throat, swallowing it. She was able to discern a difference in taste from that of her husband's.
Her own thighs were pressing together, squeezing her outer labia around the extension of her clitoris. God! She wanted to rub her clit with her fingers and give herself some kind of relief, but she couldn't take her hands from his ass and balls.
"Jesus! God! Oh Christalmighty!" the boy gasped. "Oh, wow! What a feeling! OOOOOOOOH!"
She let the penis slide from her mouth for a moment, seeing it was spurting intermittently now, and said, "Thatta boy, Hank. It really feels good, doesn't it?"
"Goddddddd!! ! " the boy gasped. "If it felt any better, it'd hurt."
"And there's a lot more to come," she promised.
She sucked his shrinking penis back into her mouth, licking off a drop of semen, tasting it against her tongue, then letting it slide down her throat. He began writhing about on the bed again, but this time not as strongly. And, as she sucked, she noticed his cock had stopped shrinking. After a while, it began growing and stiffening again. Her husband had never been able to achieve a second erection this quickly.
As she sucked, Bobbi noted she hadn't let a single drop escape. As copious as the boy had been in his shooting, he hadn't released nearly as much as her husband, whose sperm often dribbled from the corners of her mouth because he pumped more into her mouth than she could swallow at any one time.
Taking her mouth from the hardened cock, she began licking his balls, thrilling to the almost-smooth texture of his scrotal skin. Then she tongued his bare pelvis before kissing his inner thighs and removing her mouth.
"Holy cow!" he gasped. "Oh, wow! I've never come like THAT! Gee, that was something really great."
Bobbi stared at him, her eyes glued to his solid little phallus. She was so heated up, she was ready to explode. Now she began quietly chiding herself for having sucked him off without having him do anything for her. Damn it all! This time that was precisely where the cock would be buried.
"Hank," she said, in a soft voice. "The time has come for you to fuck me."
She got to her feet and pulled off her slacks and panties, revealing her perfect body. He stared at her pouting cunt lips, and she could see, even though he'd had had one climax, he was still sexually hungry.
"I've never fucked before," he told her, as if confiding a great secret to her. "You ll have to tell me what to do the first time."
"Don't worry," she assured him. "It comes very naturally."
She lay back on the bed, her long, pillarly white thighs widespread, revealing the deep, infinite pink tunnel between them. Her ass-cheeks were tightly clenched as she humped her body up and down consistently, in anguished need of fulfillment.
"What do I do?" Hank asked.
"Just come aboard," she invited, opening her arms.
Hank was both, anxious and frightened. The fur-surrounded pussy with its pink slit seemed to draw him as a magnet drew steel. He got onto the bed on his knees, then lay on top of her, feeling the soft cushion of her body beneath his. He slowly moved until he was positioned between her lush thighs, and he felt his hard cock rub against the hairy-lipped orifice. "That's right," she whispered. Put it in. There's a hole between my vaginal lips. Just slide the penis in."
Hank felt around with his hand grasping his hard cock. The bullet-shaped nose moved this way and that before finding the long divide. Then it moved down from the top until he found the sought-for hole. He pushed, and found she was really hard to enter.
Bobbi felt chills and thrills trickle up and down her spine. As he pushed, she felt her tight quim slowly open, and then the little glans were sliding into her. Sparkling shudders trammeled up and down her interior. It felt good, really good. Oh God! It felt wonderful. UMMMMPHHH! He was sliding in a little deeper. All those wonderful thrills she'd felt with her husband she was now feeling with this marvelous probing member, but there was no pain. There wasn't a hint of pain.
"Fuck it all the way in, Hank," she whispered. "All the way."
And then he was riding the rest of his length into her hot, anxious, sucking hole, burying the full length of it in her eager beaver. Her tight walls surrounded and clung to it as tightly as it had clung to Henry's thick dong. Only this time there was no anguish, no agony, no hurt of any kind.
"Am I doing it right?" Hank gasped. "Do I have it in the right way?"
He was grunting and groaning, his small boyish body churning frantically as he madly stuffed his throbbing putz into the wet, sucking morass between her columnar thighs.
"Yes," Bobbi assured him. "Yes, Hank. That's just right."
Her arms clung tightly to him, holding him to her shaking body, unable to believe she was feeling all the passionate thrills for the first time with no pain. And the eager way he thrust his little pudendum into her again and again more than made up for his lack of experience.
The orgasm had been in her, just waiting for the right chance to come out, and the way the boy was lancing his hard little phallus into her seemed to urge it right out. It rose in great, billowing waves inside her, and there was no pain to mingle with it. She was feeling the thrilling sensations all by themselves this time.
"AAARRGGH!" she yelled bucking under him.
He moved faster, filling her with his young cock again and again, anxious to feel another climax overtake him. He could feel the tight, dilating pressure of her vulva as it crushed his slender reed of cock.
"AAYYAAGGH!" she yelled, realizing another orgasm was fast following on the heels of the first.
He was pounding into her with maddening energy. She knew he would never be able to maintain the pace.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, in rhythm to the way he was pounding into her.
Each time he slammed forward, she rammed her hips up against him with such power, she was afraid her pelvis might smash his.
"Faster," she urged, "faster."
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... trying..." Hank gasped.
He was surrounded by soft, hot, tight butter. Golly! It was impossible to believe anything in the whole world could feel this good. Oh Golly! This was super-terrific.
His body pounded into hers with all his youthful strength. Bobbi sucked his hot little cock down into the tight, soft funnel of her slavering vagina, hearing the slurping sounds each time he thrust into her. It was unbelievable, but she had just as much sensation from this slender phallus as she'd had from her husband's thicker meat.
This was something about which he'd lain awake nights, dreaming. He had jerked off a thousand times imagining what this would feel like, yet never once, in all his dreams, coming close to just how wonderful it all really did feel. And with a full-grown vagina like this, he had thought he would have fitted in much more easily. He wasn't able to believe how hard he was working to get into her.
"Bobbi!! ! " the boy gasped. "Oh, Bobbi, I'm ... uhhh ... going to come again. I can't control it."
In reality, there was no question about his controlling it. Hank only hoped he would live through it. This was even better than her mouth, and her mouth had been fantastic. He continued madly pumping, slinging his solid little cock into the burning depths of her crushing cooze, feeling the climactic delight swell up higher and higher inside him. In spite of the clutching, grasping, sucking tightness of her squeezing cunt, he couldn't quite reach the summit. She was creaming so heavily, his thin wand seemed to slide right in and out of her.
Bobbi felt the slick, smooth way his youthful cock was working through her body, and realized there was a bit less friction now than when he had first started. Still, the delightful feelings surging through her body had her caught up in a mad whirlwind, and she had no intention of stopping and letting him scoop some of the pussy oil out of her so a greater degree of contact could be maintained. Her own body was responding beautifully, and she knew her own orgasm was almost there. This time it was a roaring tidal wave, sweeping her high into the air, letting her ride the crest as she felt the sensation hit her body with the force of a rocket.
Her mouth opened, but all the wind seemed knocked out of her. She was gasping for air as the sensation totally surrounded her and swallowed her up.
Her cunt lips tightened all the more around his moving cock as she convulsed, and suddenly he was over the top, shooting loads of heavy cream into her again. This time he felt her vagina drain his body, as all four walls pulled with equal vigor, draining the semen from his body as if it were needed nourishment.
And when it was over, for a little while, neither of them could move.
CHAPTER THREE
After what seemed like hours had passed, but was, in reality, minutes, both Bobbi and Hank regained enough strength to dress themselves. Without being told, Hank went and somehow managed to clean out the Rogar garage.
She should have felt a pang of guilt, but Bobbi didn't. True, it wasn't her husband's fault he was so generously constructed, but by the same token it wasn't her fault she was incapable of containing him without suffering the agonies of the damned. She had no doubt almost any other woman would have adjusted to his broadsword, after awhile. Her body seemed incapable of doing so. What Hank had given her, she had accepted after thirteen years of trying to adjust. It wasn't as if she'd made a hasty decision.
The big problem now was, she wanted more of this! She wanted so much more, she knew Hank would be incapable of handling her by himself. But the more people she let in on what was happening, the greater the chance of being discovered.
God! she thought. We live in a rotten world with a rotten set of morals.
If either of Hank's parents discovered what she had done with their son, she'd be called a pervert, a seducer of children, and might even be put in jail for statutory rape. It worked the same for under-age boys as it did for under-age girls. Yet she felt no shame. She felt no sorrow, and she certainly felt no regrets.
Her oldest son was a year older than Hank, but he had his father's set of morals, which, unfortunately were the ones her own parents had taught her. The idea of incest didn't bother her in the least since there was no chance of her having any children at this point. A doctor had inserted an IUD into her two months after the birth of her youngest son, and there wasn't the slightest chance of pregnancy occurring. Had she been able to bring her sons up with her own acquired set of morals, she would have been bedding down with them already. Unfortunately, because she had been forced to adhere to the accepted set of neighborhood morals, which was the same as her husband's set, she would have confused her children.
No sons. Therefore, she had to play with other people's sons. What she really would have preferred would have been to find a man with an undersized member. Men, once past their twenties, were almost always much more discreet than boys. Yet she knew Hank would keep quiet if only because he wanted more of what he had already gotten.
In the next few days, Bobbi had no further opportunity to meet with Hank. But her husband made sure he continued feeding his monolithic marvel into the tightness of her vaginal bog every night, making her crave the thrill without the hurt all the more, since Henry gave a lot of both.
On Thursday evening the scouts held their meeting in her house, and Bobbi, as the group mother, had to sit in. Hank Abner was there, and it was obvious from the dreamy look on his face, that he wasn't thinking of scouting. A picnic was being arranged for the upcoming Saturday, but Bobbi had no intention of running through any kind of park with the kids. She had invited two of the other mothers over, both of whom were willing to oversee the picnic. While listening to the other ladies chat away about how they intended running the picnic, Bobbi felt eyes on her. She thought Hank was staring, but it wasn't his eyes she seemed to feel. On the contrary, the boy staring at her seemed closer to the age of her second son, nine, though she later discovered he was as old as Hank. His name was Alan Silver, and he was as short for his age as Hank was tall for his. Yet there was no doubt about what the boy was thinking. She could read it in his eyes.
Later, when she went into the kitchen to prepare some drinks for the boys, Alan volunteered to help her, along with Hank. Hank was angry that
Alan was in the kitchen, since he had wanted to talk to Bobbi alone.
At one point, when Alan stepped out, carrying a tray of glasses filled with Coke, Hank walked over and said, "I've been going nuts ever since the other day. When am I going to see you again, Missus Rogar?"
"It was that good, huh," she teased.
"Golly! I can't get it out of my mind. Every night I use up half a box of tissues jerking off, just thinking about it. Gee, it was fab."
"I'm glad you liked it," Bobbi smiled.
She had him hooked all right. She had him really hooked. Knowing it, she knew she could take her time, choosing her own time and place to do things.
"Can you get out of going to the picnic Saturday?" she asked. "Gosh, sure."
"Fine. Then suppose you stop by the house Saturday, about two o'clock."
"Gee, that'd be terrific. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Bobbi nodded.
Saturday would be a perfect day. Her husband would be at the movies with her youngest, seeing a triple feature matinee as well as cartoons. Her middle son would be on the picnic, and her oldest would be out either playing basketball or studying at the library. In any case, there was almost no chance of being interrupted.
Hank took a tray of glasses into the living room, where the kids were all sitting on the floor, and Bobbi felt a weight lifted from her. She had been afraid Hank had been unhappy and had no desire to return. Now, knowing she had him where she wanted him, she could start playing all kinds of games with him. Henry, her husband, always wanted to play sex games, but she was terrified of his monstrous penis, and almost always limited him to straight fucking or blowjobs. Once, he had wanted to fit that monstrous prong of his into her ass, and she had threatened to divorce him if he so much as thought of it again.
The meeting lasted another half hour, and then the kids broke up to go home. Bobbi noticed Alan Silver wasn't going.
"Is your mother coming to pick you up by car, Alan?" she asked.
He was about four feet nine inches tall, and very thin. His brown eyes always seemed to be laughing, even when he had thrown lust-filled looks at Bobbi, earlier.
"No ma'am," he replied.
"Well then, scoot, go on home."
"I live almost a mile from here," he answered. "And it's kinda dark out."
"Well how did you expect to get home?"
"Frankie's mother was supposed to drive me, but I guess she forgot about me. I was taking a leak when he got into her car and she drove him home. I guess they thought I'd gone with someone else."
"Oh, come on, I'll drive you," she murmured, a bit put out since she was tired.
After telling her second son to go upstairs and get undressed for bed, she went out to the garage and got the car out. She stopped in the driveway, and Alan got in on the passenger side of the car. Then she backed out the rest of the way and headed toward his house.
"I was listening to what Hank said to you after I left the kitchen," he told her.
"Oh? Just what did you hear?" Bobbi asked, her heart leaping into her throat.
"Well, I heard Hank saying something about using up tissues thinking about what you and he had done together."
"Hank didn't say anything about our doing anything" Bobbi corrected him.
"No, but he did say something about using all those tissues after seeing you. And I heard you make another appointment for this Saturday."
"And just what does all this mean to you?"
"Well, it's like this, Miz Rogar. I'm not the kind of kid who-likes to go talking to other people. I mean, what you and Hank do is really your own business."
"But ... " Bobbi broke in.
"But I'd like to get in on this business."
"Look, if it's tiddlywinks, I'd like to play. And if it's what my wild imagination thinks, I'd also like to play."
"And just what does your wild imagination think?"
"I think you and Hank have been fooling around. I don't know just what the two of you do, but I can imagine."
"Can you?"
"Sure. Look Miz Rogar, I'm not looking to spoil things for you and Hank. But I'd sure like a piece of you myself."
"You don't talk like a nine year old boy."
"I'm just as old as Hank. And I know a lot more, because Hank only looks at the pictures hi his cousin's magazines. His cousin lives down the block from me, and I read the same magazines, and I really read them."
"And you understand them," Bobbi teased.
"I understand enough," the boy told her. "How about it, Miz Rogar? Do I get a chance?"
"This is blackmail, Alan."
"I'm not threatening to say anything to anyone."
"You don't have to say it in words. The implication is there. Look Alan, your knowing about it makes too many people who knows what's happening between Hank and me, and don't ask me to be explicit. I'm probably better off just calling this whole thing off.
"Please, Miz Rogar," the boy said, with tears in his eyes. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I was just kinda hoping you'd ... well ... you know . ... "
"Yes, I know," she nodded. "And what happens when someone else finds out?"
"If someone else is gonna find out, they'll do it whether or not I'm part of whatever's going on."
Bobbi couldn't fault the boy's logic. He was a hundred percent right. She had to admit he was very intelligent for his age.
"All right, Alan," she nodded. "Suppose you come to the house at one forty five. This way, you won't just walk in on Hank and me."
"Golly, sure. D'you mean it?"
"I mean it," she nodded, knowing secretly she had wanted another male lover. The idea of taking them on together was even more appealing. "But don't expect me to come and pick you up in my car, or drive you home for that matter."
"I won't," he smiled, as she stopped the car in front of his house. "Gee, I'd walk a mile for you, anytime."
"I never thought of myself as a Camel," she quipped. "Huh?"
"Forget it. It's just an old joke. Okay, Alan. I'll see you Saturday, at one forty five. Don't be late."
CHAPTER FOUR
There was no way on earth Alan Silver was going to be late. When Saturday arrived, he told the scout leader he wasn't feeling well, and once the scouts were on their way to the picnic, he went to the bathroom and washed himself all over, making sure he didn't miss a single spot on his body. Then he put on his T-shirt and his shorts, not bothering with any underwear, and at twelve forty five, he began to walk to the Rogar house. He walked very, very slowly, but still got there a good twenty minutes before he was due. So he waited down the block and across the street, watching to see if anyone either entered or left the house.
Bobbi felt nervous. Her husband had taken her youngest to the movies almost a half hour earlier, and her oldest had gone to the library. Her middle son had left with the scouts an hour earlier.
The neighbors were never nosy, but she knew it would look suspicious if any of them saw the two boys walking into her house and not walk out almost immediately after. And then, how would Hank take Alan's being there? This whole thing was crazy. Once Alan had spoken to her, she should have backed out of all of it and forgotten the whole thing.
But her body was tingling with anticipation. For some reason, the first session she'd had with Hank had done her a world of good in more ways than one. Aside from the fantastic orgasms she'd received, his fucking her had done something to her vaginal interior. For some reason it seemed to stretch the littlest bit more for Henry, and though she was still feeling pain, it was a bit less intense. At least her brain seemed to say as much. Perhaps it was all her imagination. After all, how could a skinny pecker like Hank's have any kind of effect on the elasticity of her inner membranes.
It was one forty when she heard the timid knock on her front door. Peering out her living room window, she saw Alan standing at the door. She looked around to make sure none of the other neighbors were looking. She could see no one.
Opening the door, she let him in.
"Hi," he smiled, nervously. "I'm here."
"So I see," she nodded.
Her nervousness was a little less intense. She was still the adult, and as a result, she still controlled the situation. She couldn't let him see she was rattled.
Hank arrived at five minutes past two, and those were five agonizing minutes for Bobbi. She wondered if he'd forgotten. When she told Hank about Alan's overhearing their conversation in the kitchen, Hank was all for punching Alan in the nose. Bobbi explained it wouldn't help the situation. The two of them would have to share her.
Hank seemed sullen about the whole idea, but Bobbi assured him she had more than enough for the two of them. Then she led them upstairs, after first locking all the doors in the house.
"Well, gosh," Alan asked, "how do we begin?"
"We begin by undressing," Bobbi told him. "We should get used to looking at one another without feeling any kind of embarrassment."
Alan looked at Hank, not wanting to get the taller boy really angry, afraid of what Hank might do to him when they were alone later on.
"Look," Hank told him. "We're members of the same scout troop. We're brother scouts. I guess it's all right, just as long as you don't go finking on us."
"Heck, I'm not crazy," Alan replied. "This is too good to let the rest of the world know about"
"So well do things together. Just you and me and Bobbi."
"Bobbi?" Alan asked.
"That's me," Bobbi replied.
"Oh!" Alan nodded, breaking out in a wide grin. "Hey, that's really great."
"Now suppose you undress," Bobbi insisted. "I mean, I can't exactly do anything with you boys if you have your clothes on."
Alan was less shy than Hank had been when he'd first been with Bobbi. His hand was already opening his belt, and the only reason he stopped was, he had his first good look at Bobbi's breasts. He simply stood there, staring at her nipples the way a cat would eye two saucers of milk; not knowing where to start.
Hank knew the faster he stripped, the faster he would begin enjoying Bobbi. While Alan was still staring, he was stripping. In almost no time he was down to his bare skin, his wiggling cock pointing straight out in front of him. Looking at Alan, he saw the smaller boy staring, his penis making a hard bulge in his pants. Reaching over, he yanked Alan's zipper down, and because Alan was wearing no underwear, his shuddering penis popped right out into view.
"Watch it!" Alan snapped, covering himself with his hands.
Looking at Hank, he remembered he was supposed to be getting undressed, as well. He quickly shucked his clothes, then turned and stared at the magnificent, naked woman now stretched out on the bed in front of him.
Bobbi was staring at Alan. He was both, shorter and even more slender than Hank. His tiny balls inside their little sac were no bigger than a single ping pong ball.
Patting the bed beside where she lay, she said, "Up here, Alan."
Alan wasted no time in lying down next to her. He wanted to clamp his thighs together, not so much because of Bobbi, but because of Hank. He didn't like another male looking at his genitals. In a way, he was able to understand why Hank hadn't wanted him in on this. He was certain Hank felt equally embarrassed about Alan looking at him.
Bobbi wriggled down on the bed and rolled over, parting his thighs and looking at his youthful member. God! The smaller they were, the more succulent they appeared. She could have fitted two of these into her mouth without any kind of trouble.
Alan wanted to look at her breasts some more, but they were pressed into the bed and all he could see was the hungry way she stared between his thighs. Golly! He hoped she wouldn't bite it off. He watched as she lowered her head and slowly sucked the tiny head of his penis into her mouth.
This time, Bobbi wasn't worried about the boy coming off in her mouth. Even if he did, she had a spare penis all ready and waiting.
Her lips held his corona between them for a moment, then she slowly wobbled her head from side to side, licking the underside of his dome, making the small boy squeal with delight. Her tongue moved up and down, just touching the underside of his cock-head, and nothing more.
Alan, who had not yet become fully acquainted with the art of masturbation, was feeling tingling thrills course through him beyond anything he had ever dreamed possible. He gasped and shuddered as her lips pressed the flanged rim of his corona all the harder.
"Relax," Hank told him. "Just let her do the work for now."
Slowly, Bobbi's mouth began sliding to the bottom of the short, skinny stick between her lips. This time, when her lips pressed against the boy's bare pelvis, she felt the head in the middle of her mouth. Opening her lips more, she was easily able to suck his youthful balls in, as well, and even then there was enough room for her tongue to tickle his perineum.
Alan jumped when her lips touched his pelvis, then, remembering Hank's advice, relaxed. This gave Bobbi the opportunity to move her head up and down, up and down, sucking and slurping on the little prick as if it Were a peppermint stick. Her head bobbed quickly, taking on a regulated rhythm, and soon Alan was able to counter her movements with his hips, thrusting them up into her face as her mouth came down, then retreating as her lips slid back. He loved the feel of her lips against his bare pelvis, and he thrilled to the sucking of his balls on each downstroke. Her lips sucked hard, and each time her mouth reached the base of his small, smooth cock, they tightened in a hard ring of pliant flesh. At one point she even gripped his throbbing cock with her teeth and bit a little.
"Ouch!" Alan bellowed. "Watch it."
Bobbi eased her oral hold on him and went back to stroking his slender penis with her mouth using long, oral, sucking licks. She knew the boy was very close to coming. He was totally unused to anything like this, and this first climax would be a real quickie for him. Her lips could sense the pulsing in the base of his tiny phallus. She placed one hand on his tiny balls, squeezing them lightly to try milking his seed out of him, while her other hand pressed flatly on his belly, feeling the quivering pulsations within. She swallowed strongly each time her head went all the way down, compressing his phallic head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Alan had lost all control of his body the instant her mouth covered his little cock. He rammed his pelvis into her face again and again, his mind totally unaware of what was happening, as his body responded to the pulling pressure of her sucking jaws. Bobbi felt him fucking into her mouth with irregular strokes as he continued breathing raggedly. His chest was heaving up and down as he lost the last little bit of control he had over himself, and began screaming and shouting, "I feel it!! ! Oooooh, I can really feel it. Uhhhhh ... gosh, I'm ... uhhhhh ... CONQNGGGG ... EEEYYAAHH!"
"Wow!" Hank muttered, watching the way Bobbi was enjoying what her mouth was doing to the smaller boy. Alan was bouncing and bucking and humping, gripping her hair with both his hands as he wildly thrashed all over the place.
And then Bobbi's hand was reaching out and grabbing Hank's slightly larger penis, caressing it, letting him know enough to get ready, as she would be shortly using his, while Alan recovered.
Hank was ready and waiting. He had been ready and waiting every since Bobbi had made this appointment with him, and he wasn't going to allow Alan's presence to take the edge off his enjoyment.
Alan, on the sidelines, had his hands cupped over his groin and was groaning and sighing. What he felt was so overpoweringly delightful, he couldn't 'decide whether he was in pain, or in heaven. The few drops of spermdribbling into his palm reminded him most of his seed was now in Bobbi's belly, because her mouth had so delightfully caressed his shuddering cock.
Hank was now lying next to Bobbi, sucking on her right breast. His lips pulled hard, tugging her nipple out to its full length, forcing more blood to flood into the nipple's sacs, making it even longer than it had been, before.
Alan, though smaller than Hank, seemed to have a reserve of stamina flooding through him, and as he watched Hank suck on Bobbi's nipple, he decided he wanted to taste some of her, as well. He was on her left side of the bed, and so leaned over and began sucking on her left nipple, emulating Hank's oral attentions. This made Bobbi pull her shoulders back, forcing her full breasts to swell and appear even more full. They seemed to enlarge and move higher, and the two boys moved with her. Each pressed a hand into her lightly rounded belly, while holding onto her spine. With her weight on the palms of her hands, she was now sitting up, her thighs spread wide apart. This gave Alan the opportunity to sit on her left leg, rubbing her knee into his own groin, and Hank sat on her right thigh, pressing his cock and balls into the velvet of her thigh flesh.
Reaching out, Bobbi used her hands to pull the backs of their heads against her body, feeling then-eager mouths suckle her nipples more anxiously than any of her sons had done when she'd breastfed them. Hank was far more experienced when it came to nipple-tasting, and he was sucking as if he expected to pull nourishment from her nipples. He was sighing and groaning, writhing around on her thigh, pressing his hard member and doughy testicles all the more solidly against her.
Alan's penis was still shriveled, but Bobbi received a thrill feeling it rub against her body. Two small penises, both of which she would be able to fit into her body without causing her pain. At this particular moment Bobbi wished neither boy would grow any taller or longer. She wanted these penises for herself for as long as she was able to enjoy sex.
This was when she realized, she would be doing things like this, fooling around with younger boys, for as long as she could, unless she was caught.
There were ways of doing it without being caught. Of this much she was certain. All she had to do was be careful. And by the time the two boys grew large enough to possibly hurt her, they would probably have become tired of her. She would have gone on to other boys.
Alan's erection was slowly starting to take shape. She could feel it growing against her leg. It rubbed and swelled. But no matter how long it grew, it couldn't match Hank's, which she felt was just the right size for her. Taking a deep breath, Bobbi sighed, shutting her eyes, enjoying the way the boys worshipped her breasts with their mouths. Their tiny young tongues licked across her sensitive nipples, making her squirm with delight. She could sense the difference of each mouth. Hank had the larger mouth and sucked all the more strongly, but Alan had the more sensuous mouth. His lips seemed to linger in one place a bit longer, and his tongue seemed to tease a little more delightfully.
Once Alan's tiny penis was erect, he began humping it back and forth against her thigh, pressing the head into her belly. At one point, he was shoving the helmeted head in the crevice where her thigh joined to her torso. Hank was bouncing a little too wildly to fit his phallic probe into the crevice on her other side. Bobbi had to press her hand flat against his bobbling cock, rubbing it into the firm flesh of her white thigh.
"UUUGGGHHH!" she gasped, unable to remain silent.
The two youthful penises rubbed back and forth, while each of them continued sucking her nipples, driving her wild with enthralled delight
"Fuck me," she whispered to Hank, "fuck me now!"
God! She had to have the thin, hard penis buried inside her as far as it would go. She had to feel it rubbing her interior walls, probing into her, bringing her the trillion delights she had discovered could be enjoyed without the addition of unwanted agony. Yes, she needed to be fucked, and now. She wanted to feel him plunge into her.
Hank's hand was already crawling between her thighs, reaching beneath the rich black cuds covering her swollen mons to touch the ripe, pink lips of her teeming vagina. His fingers slid across the lips, and his middle finger seemed to move between them and slide right into the sucking groove of her hot, swampy pussy.
Bobbi thrilled to the pressure of his finger moving in and out, her tight, elastic interior adjusting to the skinniness of the finger, surrounding it, sucking on it, pulling it ever deeper into her until she felt his palm press against her outer labia. Even then, she wanted more and more of him inside her. She writhed with delightful sensation as her four vaginal walls closed in on the finger, feeling it rub and massage her, internally.
"Let me do it, too,", Alan whispered. "C'mon, Hank."
"Hey," Hank snapped at him. "I've been pretty good to you, so far. You've already come once, and I've still been looking for my first blast. Now come on, Alan. Let me have mine."
"I can't help it," Alan told him. "I'm hot all over again. I don't mean to horn in, but I sure could use more."
"I have enough for the both of you," Bobbi assured them. "But I did say it was Hank's turn. I'd love him to fuck me. You'll get your turn, Alan."
"Well, gee," Alan said. "Why don't we both fuck you together?"
"You mean in different places?" Bobbi asked, apprehensively.
"No," Silver replied. "I mean both of us in the same place."
The two penises, combined, weren't as thick as her husband's. And though Bobbi was a little frightened by the idea, she thought it might be something worth trying. If it hurt, she could always make them stop.
Looking from one to the other, seeing the light in both pairs of eyes, she finally nodded and said, "Okay. We'll try it. But if I tell you boys to stop, you stop. Right?"
"Right," the two boys agreed.
"Which one wants to go in first?" Bobbi asked, thinking she would sit on one boy, then bend forward and let the other boy fit in. Alan had a different idea.
"Lie on your side," he suggested, and Hank seemed to know just what he had in mind.
"Yeah," Hank nodded. "This way we can really get into you together."
"Just what's going through your devious little minds?" Bobbi asked.
She lay on her right side, facing Hank, and she could feel Alan pressing himself against her back.
"It'll be simple," Hank explained.
Reaching down, he raised her left thigh, pressing the dome of his superheated cock against her steaming slit. At the same instant, she felt Alan's smaller penis probing from behind, until the two penile extensions touched, head to head. Now they began maneuvering about, until both heated tips were pulling her sucking lips apart in an attempt to jointly slide into her.
Bobbi felt a wild surge through her. The two penises would fit, of that she was certain. They would slide right into her, with a bit of difficulty at first, but they would fit.
"Now!" Hank yelled.
Together the two boys pushed, and the two cocks slowly began sliding into her and stretching her inner walls. For a moment she feared they might hurt her, then felt a curious sense of thrilling pleasure overwhelmed her. Her interior was definitely being stretched, but not nearly as much as when Henry powered his siege engine into her. They shoved together, and were more than two inches into her flaming tunnel before stopping for a moment.
Bobbi was panting, breathing heavily, almost gasping with the delightful pleasure she felt.
"Does it hurt?" Hank asked.
"It feels totally different," Bobbi told him. "This is crazy! I've never felt anything this wild before in my life."
She could feel the distinct impression of the two separate phalluses. Each even radiated at a different heat.
She began squirming, trying to shove the two of them deeper. They pushed harder, sliding a bit deeper into the simmering interior of her blistering quim. Bobbi's only discomfort was in having to keep her left leg raised. She finally rested her foot against her other knee. And all the while her tight vaginal elasticity continually surrounded the two throbbing penises, now sucking them all the deeper into her. They shuddered and twitched against one another, and Bobbi could sense their unequal lengths and different thicknesses. Hank's felt so much larger than Alan's, yet the smaller, thinner cock was just as important, pushing deeper and deeper. It was curious to feel a prick-head where she expected to feel only a shaft. The two created the feeling of a double headed cock, with one head below the other.
The two boys began working together, almost as if they might have practiced this before. They stroked back, then plunged forward, sinking in a bit deeper. Back again, then slammed forward again. This time they moved in a bit deeper, then pulled back and shoved into her again, sinking in as far as the two, together, could go. Alan's left thigh was on top of Hank's tight thigh as they pushed in again and again, their scrotums rubbing one against the other, pressing harder and harder until the two pairs of balls were pressing flatly into each
"OOOHHUUHH!" Bobbi gasped.
Alan, who was behind her, reached around and cupped her left breast, tweaking the nipple between his inexperienced fingers. Meanwhile, Hank's mouth was sucking on her other nipple, building additional fires in her already burning in her anxious body. Then the two of them tensed themselves and began moving back and forth in concerted unison.
Together, they slammed into her shuddering body, a motion they couldn't keep smooth because of the two different pressures. But they stroked again and again and again, their asses powering forward a little more strongly each time.
"Feel it?" Hank was asking. "D'you really feel it?"
"I feel all of it," she gasped. "Keep squeezing and sucking my nipples while you fuck."
They obeyed her, Hank chewing on her right nipple, and Alan toying with her left tit, pinching the nipple between his fingers. Hank's thicker phallus dictated the speed at which they thrust into her. Their phalluses rubbed against one another as well as inside the slushy, squeezing, tight confines of her slavering feminine container. The friction of cock against cock would have burned up both penises had Bobbi not emitted enough juices to cool them both off. She often felt herself stretched to the edge of pain, yet never once did the pain come.
Bobbi felt her tight vaginal tract being unevenly stretched, yet clinging tightly to the strange shape of the thrusting penises. She felt them twisting and contorting their bodies to keep their penises from being bent out of shape. n
Bobbi felt a delicious satisfaction no single phallus' could have given her. They continued plunging into her, building a tightness that spread through her entire body. Though she missed feeling either boy sink his total length into her, she loved the feeling of the two slender penises trying to pull and stretch her labia without tugging hard enough to cause any kind of hurt.
She felt the two of them jointly pushing into her, maintaining their timing, closing their eyes, trying to hold off their own orgasms as long as possible. To each, the feeling was fabulous. They pounded into her as one, solidly, continuously, and Bobbi gulped, closing her eyes, trying to keep herself in the right position to feel the maximum enjoyment, while offering both boys as much as possible. But this was a position she would not be able to maintain for any length of time. The strain of keeping the one leg out of the way was beginning to tell. Her hands tightly clutched Hank, the larger boy, to her, her fingers digging into his back, making him writhe in unexpected pain.
Hank wriggled and gasped, feeling the way her inner chamber pressed his solid young cock tightly against that of Alan. He could feel the heavy orgasm building in his youthful body, though this time it was building more slowly. His body shivered and trembled, his balls tightening.
"I don't ... uhhhhh ... know if I can hold it," he told her.
"You have to hold it," Bobbi gasped. "I'm ... oohhhh ... not ready, yet...."
The two boys heaved their bodies against hers, knifing their two phalluses into her repeatedly, trying to hold themselves back. Bobbi knew she should urge Hank to reach his orgasm, because she would be having more than her share of them. She could feel the heavy, overpowering sensation hitting her, making her quake and spasm, and she opened her mouth and screamed, "EEEYYAAGH!"
She could feel the two small pumps slam into her, building her orgasm even higher, moving as she came so her total enjoyment was far greater than anything she had anticipated.
Bobbi moved wildly, ecstatically, thrilled to feel all this delight without having to suffer any accompanying pain. Thrill shattered against thrill inside her as tumultuous spasms struck her with repeated violence, making her body shiver, tremble and quake. She tugged Hank against her full breasts, pulling Him as her inner vaginal walls squeezed both phallus, hard. Her tongue protruded from between her teeth, and Hank was sucking on it as he violently threw himself into her all the harder, making Alan speed up his movement, as well.
"I'm going to come," he gasped. "Oh God, I'm going to COME! I can't stop myself ... uhhhhh . ... "
"I'm not ready," Alan squealed. "Wait for me."
"Don't wait," Bobbi urged. "COME!"
"SHITTTTTT ... AANNGGHHH ... MY BALLS ARE BURNINGGGG...." Hank screamed, splashing his flood into Bobbi's tunnel.
Alan could feel the jism squirting against his thrusting nail as he continued knifing it back and forth into Bobbi's steam cavern, keeping the rhythm Hank had set. Then a funny thing happened. He could feel Hank softening while he remained hard.
Bobbi could feel the longer, thicker spike lodged in her teeming quim suddenly soften and start shrinking. But her cunt began adjusting, tightening as Hank softened, so the pressure against her interior remained constant. Even when Hank finally softened to where he could no longer remain inside her, and he popped out, falling away, Bobbi felt her interior now tighten and squeeze itself around the smaller boy's phallus. Alan felt her tight vagina clasp his cock tightly, and new thrills began surging through his body. He had never before known the ecstatic bliss of his entire little cock being tightly pressured by the four walls of a slurping cunt.
His two arms were around Bobbi, both hands cupping her full breasts, feeling her nipples dig into his palms. His face was buried in her neck, and he humped wildly now, feeling mad thrills as he pounded into her again and again.
Bobbi couldn't believe how tightly her crushing pussy could clasp his pencil-thin prick. She rolled over onto her belly, letting him mount her from behind. His knees moved between her thighs as he lay against her buttocks and back, feeling the hillocks press into his youthful thighs as he dug his knees into the bed and slammed into the roiling center of her swamp-like interior over and over.
"Oh-WOW!" he gasped. "I never dreamed anything in the whole world could feel this good."
Bobbi closed her eyes and gasped as she felt the heat of the younger body press against her back. He was all but lying on top of her, feeling the tickle of her smooth thighs and the tantalizing tease of her vulva, as he powered his miniscule length into her again and again, letting her soft, warm vaginal walls discern the red-like shape of his lancing member. The lubrication of Hank's sperm made his plunging into her that much easier, in spite of the fact that her hot cunt held him, tightly.
His ass pulled back again, then powered forward, once again sinking the full length of his small cock into her creaming cunt. She reached behind her and used both hands to grip his ass tightly, telling him, "Don't move, Alan. Don't move an inch. Just lie there until I say otherwise."
Alan did as instructed, his complete length buried into her teeming vagina from behind. His balls were all that remained outside, and had it been possible, in that position, to sink his balls into her, he would have done so. He could feel her hairs tickling his bare pubis as he kept himself solidly corked inside. His body shivered and his hands pressed against her breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could, feeling the spiky nipples dig into his youthful palms. His face pressed into her back, because he wasn't tall enough to reach her neck, and he began kissing her spine. He could taste the salt of her sweating flesh, and he trembled as her pores seemed to have tongues of their own and lick back at his mouth. God! He wanted to hump. He wanted to slam his small cock in and out of her as fast as he possible was able, but she had told him to remain still for a moment, and he did as she instructed.
He could feel the strain on his youthful cock, making it expand as it had never done before. It was broadening without moving, growing as the burning flames from within her heated oven penetrated his small, youthful pole. And then he realized her already tight cunt was squeezing even more tightly, surrounding his tiny penis so solidly, it created the impression he was enlarging. He could touch all sides of her heated walls, and he felt her sucking all the more strongly on his tiny whang. It was as if her burning vagina was the heated vortex of a sucking whirlpool, pulling him deeper and deeper and deeper. He was almost fight her now, feeling the rubberiness of her ass-cheeks press into his flat belly, making him tighten his own buttocks, snapping his ass-hole tightly closed. He could no longer restrain himself. He began moving his small cock back and forth, just a little at a time, but he was moving it, and he could feel the wonderful friction sending more and more thrills through him.
Bobbi's hands gripped the bedcovers and she sighed. She wished the smaller boy was in front of her, so she could hold him. And the reason she wanted to hold him was totally ridiculous. She wanted to force all of him into her hot cunt. She wanted to reverse the process of childbirth, pushing a child into her. God! She felt as if her entire body was one oversized cunt. She was split from forehead to toes, and she wanted to cram something into her. She wanted more than one boy. She wanted both boys. She wanted to feel one pressing against her left wall, and the other pressing against her right wall. As it was, both vaginal walls, anxious to continue feeling the massage of the boy's thin cock pressing them, squeezed more tightly around the phallus as they felt the boy starting to stroke again. He was pulling back all the more swiftly now, and plunging into her with greater rapidity. The movement increased with each knifing stroke, until he was once again jabbing the full length of his small dong into the tightness of her blistering kiln.
Bobbi gasped, feeling him slam against her lungs, all but forcing the breath from her body. Her blood pounded madly through her veins as a haze seemed to cover her eyes. God! For a little, unknowing boy, he was doing exceedingly well. Her own husband could not have done better, had he been as slimly equipped as the young boy.
"Yes, that's it, Alan," she whispered. "Yes, yes, fuck me, then fuck me again and again and again."
"Oh you'd better believe it," the small boy's voice came to her from behind. The words were being gasped out, letting her know how much energy he was expending in fucking her. "Golly! This is something fantastic. Oh, wow!"
He slammed himself into her without mercy, losing awareness of everything other than the hole into which he was re-burying his cock again and again. Now he felt as if her luscious cunt was actually swallowing him up, balls and all, and he figured if he had to die, this was as good a way as any.
Hank, who had been watching this entire tableau while recovering from his own previous orgasm, suddenly felt his cock stiffen, and realized he wanted one more orgasm, himself. Hell! Alan was on the verge of coming a second time. There was no reason why he shouldn't have his own second coming.
Kneeling on the bed, he crawled over to where Bobbi lay, then saw she was face down, with Alan riding on top of her, knifing his hard cock as far into her teeming cunt as he could reach. Bobbi was oblivious to everything.
Moving around in front of her, he slid his thighs around her head, pushing himself further and further forward. And when she raised her face for a moment, he pushed his groin underneath.
Bobbi had been totally unaware of Hank's presence at that point. Seeing his hard, solid cock slide beneath her face, she automatically opened her mouth and let her tight lips encase the phallus from tip to base, allowing her tongue to lick along the underside. She could feel the new cock shiver, and was now doubly thrilled. The penis in her hot cunt was working at breakneck speed, and the one in her mouth was sucking itself-into the back of her throat, expanding and rubbing against her inner cheeks and palate. She sucked strongly, her teeth nibbling on the base of his shuddering, solid cock, and then her licking tongue was washing his wrinkled scrotum, making his balls tremble violently against one another in their protective sac.
Bobbi sucked so strongly, she refused to pick her head up. Just as her hot cunt had sucked Alan's shimmering pecker all the way in and held it there, so now did her mouth keep the full length of Hank's trembling prong buried to its full length within. Her tongue licked the underside wickedly, making sparks shoot through his system, and Hank bucked back and forth, trying to move his hard cock through her leeching mouth. At the same time, Bobbi could feel Alan picking up even more speed, and she knew her orgasm was mere seconds away.
This was heaven. This was what she had always wanted to feel. This was not merely all the pleasure; it was all the pleasure to the tenth power. Every passing second was that much greater to her, making her realize how many good things in life she had missed. Morals and upbringing had kept her from enjoying this, and she'd really had no one but herself to blarrie for knuckling under. Damn the people who were so sexually backward, and who forced their own moral codes on everyone else. Damn them all! Sex was a matter of individual preference. If her husband could have given her the needed enjoyment without the flesh-tearing agony, she would have been content to go through life with no one but him. But Nature had seen fit to make her too tight to contain him. Therefore it was only right she seek additional pleasure on the outside. It was right from the start. The only wrong thing she had done was wait so long. She had missed all these years of wonderful fulfillment, all because of outmoded morals; morals that should never have existed in the first place. And the worst part of it was, her husband, Henry, was still a victim of these morals. She would never be able to make him understand her need for satisfaction without pain.
Bobbi felt the white-hot load shoot into her squeezing cunt, and it seemed to be the catalyst needed to trigger her own orgasm, and she tightened her lips around Hank's cock all the harder, then uttered a loud, "MMMMMMMMM!"
Now Bobbi, feeling the thrilling fireworks invade her vagina, moved her head, bobbing it up and down on the slightly longer penis in her mouth, and she could feel it stiffen and harden until Hank screamed a loud, "YAARRGGHH!" and shot his next load down her throat, letting her swallow the cream. And as she swallowed it, her mind registered the fact that Alan's jets of cream were the littlest bit sweeter than Hank's.
CHAPTER FIVE
The day came to an end all too soon for Bobbi. By five thirty, she had chased both boys out of the house, not wanting to risk their being there when Henry returned from the movie with their youngest son. Then she went and took a long shower, washing out whatever deposits remained inside, knowing Henry would want to use her later in the evening. She had to make sure there was no residue for him to discover.
It had been the most wonderful day of Bobbi's life. And from the happy expression on the face of the two boys, she knew they had enjoyed themselves enough to keep it all a secret. But the whole problem was, it had to be kept secret. Somehow, in some way, she had to make Henry understand she needed outside help in making her feel good. With the boys giving her so much pleasure, she knew she would be able to withstand anything Henry might have in mind. How could she make Henry accept the fact that her cunt needed poling by other, thinner cocks?
There was only one solution. It wasn't the happiest one in the world, but it would work. Besides, if she wanted Henry to be understanding about what she was doing, she would have to accept Henry's being unfaithful, as well. True, Henry had no idea he was about to be unfaithful to her. At least, she didn't think he did. As far as Bobbi knew, Henry was the most faithful of husbands. It was barely possible he was getting some additional action somewhere on the outside, but she doubted it. The regularity with which he fucked her just about precluded his being able to get anything outside.
Yes, her mind was made up. Henry would have to be seduced by some other female. But who?
She would, have liked him to be seduced by some teenage girl, as if to make up for the fact that she was screwing around with pre-teen boys. But her own pussy was so tight that his entry would cause pain each time he sank into her, what would he do to some poor, unsuspecting teenage girl, whose little pussy was not yet full grown?
Her friends? There wasn't a friend of whom she could think capable of seducing her husband. Henry would want someone totally different from herself. True, he would succumb to someone better, but Bobbi instinctively knew there wasn't anyone better. So instead of better, she had to find different. But there wasn't a single woman she knew who was that much different from herself.
That night Bobbi made an interesting discovery. For some reason, fooling around with the smaller boys seemed to have relaxed her vaginal muscles a bit more, and when Henry did enter her, there was almost no pain at all. In fact, there was only the merest twinge.
Oddly, she almost didn't find it out. Having enjoyed herself so much with the boys, she had lost the desire to feel Henry's solid cock buried inside her. And when he made overtures to her after supper, she actually rebuffed him, telling him she just wasn't in the mood. It was really the first time she had all but directly refused him, and it made him a little angry. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them and locking it. When Bobbi opened her mouth to protest, Henry, mild, gentle Henry, tugged her to him and crushed his mouth to hers, palming her skull and forcing her face against his. His tongue sank fiercely into her throat, and she could feel the heated anxiety emanating from him. For the first time since she could remember, she felt a little afraid of him. He was going to rape her. She felt his burning lance pressing through his pants and rubbing its length against her slightly rounded belly. Not even the cloth of her skirt could hide the feel of it from her. His want for her was almost overpowering. She could feel it invading her body, and in a way it thrilled her to know he always wanted her this much. If he wanted her so strongly, it was even more evidence pointing to his fidelity. Any man who had been fooling around on the outside wouldn't have had nearly this much heat shooting through him.
God! Feeling the fire coming from him made her think she had been abstinent, herself. Even though she'd just come away from the fucking of her life, having worn out two pre-teenage boys whose vim and vitality were normally far greater than hers, Bobbi suddenly felt as if she hadn't had a good fucking in months. And it was driving her crazy, because the only fucking she could get would be from Henry, whose cock was so thick, it all but ripped her interior.
Funny, but for the first time in her life, she didn't feel as tense as she always did when she was alone with Henry. True, her inner body felt a greater craving than ever, but her muscles seemed more relaxed, and she was at a loss to explain it.
Henry, on his part, was enjoying himself immensely. Bobbi had never struggled when he'd insisted on getting into her, and he was really getting a kick out of her attempted struggles.
His mouth, kissing hers, made Bobbi melt inside. God! He was a truly superior lover. Having made it with the two, innocent, unknowing boys, had given her an opportunity to appreciate her husband's abilities. His tongue licked through her mouth with soft, gentle, caressing expertise. He could touch every little crevice and cranny inside, and it thrilled him to know he was getting to her.
For Henry, each time with Bobbi was like the first time, all over again. He really enjoyed the retaking of her "virginity". Her tightness always convinced him she was really virginal. His hand felt the silken strands of her black hair covering the hardness of the skull he was gripping. His other hand now gripped both of her slender wrists behind her back, pressing them into the rounded curve of her luscious buttocks. For Henry, there was no need to stray. Bobbi was the best, and to sample anything else would be a step down as far as he was concerned. God! He was glad she was fighting him. It made things so much more interesting. He was raping her, something he had never really done before, and the novelty made him enjoy it so much more.
The sounds coming from the struggling Bobbi would have been curses had not her husband's mouth been covering hers. So the anger and the curses were choked back by her husband's anxious, plunging tongue, almost brutally raping her mouth the way his penis would rape her cunt. His tongue was thrusting in so strongly, Bobbi found it difficult to breathe.
Bobbi felt the pressure of the hand still cupping her skull, and exciting tingles chased one another through her body. She was going to be delightfully, deliciously, wickedly raped. At least the rape would excuse the pain she expected to feel.
She could feel the hot breath pouring from his nostrils against her face. Excitement raced through her as never before. Not even the seduction of the two young boys had seemed as sweet as this attack by her husband on her body. There was a mixture of wonder and terror inside her. Fear mingled with thrills, and frustration, because of expected pain, mingled with wanton desire.
She wanted to be torn apart on the one hand, yet she wanted to be left alone, on the other. This was the most wonderful nightmare she had ever experienced.
Her body could still feel Henry's gigantic phallus rubbing into her rounded tummy, and as he continued rotating his hips in a lewd way, the enormous, pole-shaped wand seemed to burn right through both his clothing and hers, searing her flesh. Tears were streaming down her eyes now, but the tears were happy tears, thrilling to her husband's touch all the more. She was moaning and sighing under the wonderful way he continued kissing her, even though her subconscious kept trying to remind her of the pain she could hope to feel very shortly.
Henry was enjoying the way Bobbi's body was taking its time, submitting to his will. Yet even through her struggles he could feel the way her thigh muscles seemed so much more relaxed than usual. He attributed it to his forcing her to his will, and decided he would have to definitely try other ideas with Bobbi in the future. It made all this so much more interesting.
Her thigh muscles were relaxing even more. Bobbi was aware of it, and couldn't understand the reason for it. Usually, as her husband caressed her, building the passion in her body, she felt her thigh muscles tightening, just as she felt her vulva normally tighten. But this time the muscles were remaining loose. Even her vulvular muscles were relaxed. Henry was getting to her as he always got to her. But this time her muscles no longer seemed under her control.
Henry was feeling wilder and wilder, inside. His mouth continued sucking his wife's tongue, while one hand continued holding her wrists, and the other hand was continually caressing her voluptuous body. He was already visualizing her with no clothes on. He saw those wonderful mammaries attached to that slender, alabaster body. They always seemed like large, pendant fruits, firmly attached up high, always ripe, and always mouthwatering. Her porcelain skin had the faintest tinge of pink to show blood ran through a network of blood vessels inside her, and that she wasn't some statue carved by a masterful Pygmalion. Though he had caressed her alabaster body the night before, it had seemed like ages to him, and he ran his hands over her clothes, feeling the perfect shape beneath, caressing the hills and valleys as well as the hollows and swells. His penis was throbbing madly, anxious to break through the barrier of clothing to reach her, threatening to tear all kinds of holes in his pants and shorts.
And then, Bobbi found herself able to gasp for air as Henry pulled his mouth away from hers. Air came ripping out of her throat, and his hands fell, no longer holding her wrists or running over her body. He was hurriedly removing his clothing as he stood face-to-face with her, his eyes only inches from hers.
Bobbi shut her eyes, gasping, feeling the tingle in her large breasts. Her nipples tingled from having been rubbed against his chest for a length of time. They were swollen, like huge buds, pressing tightly against the thin fabric of her bra and blouse.
"Strip!" he hissed, but Bobbi couldn't move. Her wrists were numb from having been gripped so tightly for so long. So she merely stood there.
"I ... can't," she told him.
"Off," he insisted in a strong, low, commanding voice.
"Not now..." she gasped. "Not now..."
"Now!" he insisted. "Right now!"
He reached out and his fingers ran down the front of her blouse unbuttoning it. Then he tugged the blouse open and pulled the sleeves from her arms, one at a time as if she were some helpless child. Bobbi could only stand there, unmoving. But when the blouse was off, she almost crossed her arms in front of her like some chaste schoolgirl. She was gasping, sighing, full of heat, feeling her muscles refusing to respond to mental commands to tighten. She knew he loved her, worshipped her, yet at this moment, he wanted to use her, not caring about how she might feel. He was making her feel the need for his overlong, overthick cock, but he had no regard for her inner feelings. It just wasn't like Henry. True, he was oversexed. He had always been oversexed. But it just wasn't like Henry to act with total disregard for her feelings. His handsome face was mere inches from hers, distorted with almost unnatural lust. His lean body looked more menacing than ever with his long, thick phallus jutting out like that of a bull o' the woods. He was transformed from a simple, sex-starved male into a mindless, licentious beast, with a need to bury that overpowering instrument of his. And he apparently didn't seem to care just where it was buried as long as it was somewhere inside her.
Bobbi had never realized there could be this side to Henry. Having suddenly discovered it, she understood it would be easier than she had originally believed to have some other female seduce him. All she had to do was find the right female. Just looking at him frightened her a little. He seemed so uncaring about anything save for a hot, liquid center into which he could bury his entire massive length. Patches of dark hair grew in scattered profusion over his chest and arms and crotch and thighs. Yet, for all his animal like looks at that moment, she knew she loved him. And if hurting her body would make him happy, then she was his to hurt, no matter how much pain he caused.
He continued tugging her clothes off, and she let him, not resisting in any way as clothing was all but ripped from her body and flung all over the room. His hands reached out and grabbed her bra, and in a single fluid movement, tore it off and threw it across the room. His behavior frightened her more and more. He had never acted this way before, though she had never refused him before. It was as if this first refusal, after so many years of marriage, had set him off.
"You luscious, bitchy cunt," he snapped, tearing her panties and stockings from her marble body.
"Henry, stop it," she gasped, raising her arms as if to resist, only to have him tear her garter belt off as well.
Determination to resist suddenly filled her, though she would have willingly given herself to him a moment earlier. But even as she intended fighting him, she could still feel the muscles between her thighs remaining flaccid and unresisting.
"Henry, this isn't like you," she insisted. "I ... don't like you this way. Now I want you to stop behaving in this ... this irresponsible manner."
She was whispering, but whispering with strength. Had Henry not been overcome with lust for her at that moment, he might have listened to her and backed off. But this was not to be. His ears refused to hear whatever it was she had to say.
In her mind's eye, Bobbi could see their two naked bodies thrashing together on the bed, he, angry at being repulsed, forcing his thick organ into her to its very limit, and she, writhing in maddening pain. She was all set to sink her nails into him, but he was picking her up instead of trying to hold her arms, and he was carrying her over to the bed where she had only recently sported with the two young boys. He threw her on the bed, and she felt her body slam against the mattress. Her long, flowing black hair became a veil flying across her eyes, and her head snapped down against the pillow. It was as if she were a long-limbed puppet who had no control over herself. Something else was manipulating her, and that something else was the man above her, shaking with a need for her.
Bobbi tried rolling her body into a ball, expecting he might try to be even more violent. At this moment she didn't know what she wanted any longer. Internally, her body was craving more cock. What the boys had given her was not nearly enough. Yet her mind refused to accept the weapon attached to her husband. It had hurt her so much, so often. She had finally experienced thrills without pain, so now she wanted to experience more thrills, but, dear God, she didn't want the pain. Her mind remembered the pain she had suffered every time he had entered her, and this was what she was attempting to avoid.
He was already straightening her out, crawling all over her, sitting on her belly, then on her chest, and finally putting his knees on her arms, pinning her to the mattress as his ass rested on her tits, while his thick cock dangled above her face. It looked more enormous and bloodfilled than ever.
"You made me fight for it, Bobbi," he gasped. "Now we're going to do it my way. You're going to swallow my big cock down your throat and give it a gullet massage, and you're going to keep on doing it until I tell you to stop. You'll lick my balls, lick my ass, and swallow my juices if I say so. Hell! I'll strangle you with rapture."
"Henry," Bobbi snapped. "You stop this immediately, do you hear? This just isn't you. I want you to stop acting so foolishly."
Bobbi was chattering quickly, realizing he could very easily kill her with the full length of hose jammed all the way into her body. And he wanted the full length down her throat, no less. That was impossible. She had sucked his penis before, and had swallowed his jism, but she had never really been able to fit the full length into her mouth. It was so thick, she had never been able to force the head past her esophagus. Was Henry sick? Did he really think she was going to engulf that entire massive penis?
Tears still stained her. cheek, some from happiness at the subconscious idea of being filled with his organ, and some from fear, knowing the pain he would cause no matter which way he went in. Her lustrous black hair spread across her pillow in a wave of billowed tangles.
Henry, staring down at her, realized how much more beautiful she looked every time he got her into bed. Oh, he was going to really enjoy this.
Leaning forward a little, he touched her chin with the point of his bloated glans. It, the head, was sticky with his emissions, drops of which were still oozing out. Now his hand reached down, and his fingers interlaced themselves in her long hair, tugging her pretty face up to meet his swollen, anxious cock.
"Open wide, Bobbi," he urged, looking almost menacing as he stared down at her.
He was in all his glory at the moment, the supreme master of the situation. Bobbi could see his throbbing penis vibrate in wild anticipation of what was about to happen. Veins stood out, almost shining and shimmering in a lace pattern, pressing against the thin layer of loose skin.
Henry was determined to do things his way. As far as he was concerned, he had always been more than reasonable in his demands on Bobbi's body. And until this evening, she had been more than reasonable in allowing him to use her body. That she should say "no" even once galled him. Now he was going to really use her and give her an idea of what it was like. He would stuff the full length of his throbbing cock down her throat, filling her until her lips were kissing his pelvis. Her teeth would yank out some of his hairs.
Bobbi was staring up, completely fascinated by the gigantic pole depending from between her husband's thighs. Her eyes were literally crossed, looking at the way the head was brushing her lips. This close, it was even more immense than it usually seemed. With each throbbing pulsation, another drop of thin liquid seemed to ooze from it and coat the glans, making it shine a brilliant magenta.
"Henry," she gasped, "don't DO this to me! We've been married too long for you to behave so childishly."
"Childishly?" he laughed, lightly slapping her face with his penis. "There's nothing childish about this. Children don't play fun games like this."
Don't bet on it, she thought. J know two children who not only play these games, but play them with ME, making me enjoy them all the more!
Aloud, she said, "Please, Henry..."
"No more horsing around," Henry replied. "I want you to grab my cock, and slowly take it into your mouth, eventually swallowing all of it. I want the full length of it down your gullet. So come on, honey, make hubby happy."
Bobbi opened her mouth, knowing she was going to do exactly as he ordered. Her cheeks were inflamed where he had playfully slapped his pecker against them, but she didn't cry out. She knew if she did, he would regret it later, when he came to his senses, and she loved him too much to want to make him feel sorry for anything, even if she was the one discomfited at the moment.
His weight on her chest seemed excessively heavy, and she was gasping but no sound came from her lips. Silent gasps seemed to heave up from her chest. God! He was really playing the role of mad rapist to the hilt. Had she not been used to her husband, this was something that could have evolved into a nightmare.
His hands gripped her hair all the more tightly, jerking her head up, and she opened her mouth even wider, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased. At this point, Henry was so far gone, he might really strangle her with his thick cock if she tried resisting him. In all the years of their marriage, she had never seen him this angry. It was as though her refusal had knocked all the reason out of him.
"Okay, Bobbi," he whispered."
"just caress it with your fingers, to start. Tease it, finger it, then slowly slide it into that hot fuckable mouth of yours."
Her arms slid out from under his knees and came up to caress his throbbing cock, her long, slender white fingers sliding around the member. She could feel the heat in the palms of her hands, and she stared down at its thickness, her lips trembling, her eyes wide with astonishment and a bit of fright.
Henry felt a bolt of lightning blast through his shuddering cock as her lovely, ripe lips ovaled to form a perfect center into which he could plunge his heated dork. The swollen glans mushroomed with wanton desire, and he muttered a loud, "Oh Christ!" as he felt the heat from her mouth blow all over the magenta head.
With his teeth clenched tightly shut to prevent himself frjam making any loud noises, he stared down at the way Bobbi was introducing his cock into her burning oral cavem, and the sight of those tender lips closing around it seemed to be almost too much. The heat and moisture of her sucking mouth as she slid the log-like meat into her oral cave sent pinpricks of lascivious pleasure coursing through his body as he savored his commanding position. God, What a mouth she had!
As usual, the solid cock was as rigid as steel, but the soft skin surrounding it was like velvet between her lips. She gasped, blowing more hot air over the hard cock, and the vibration of her mouth compressing against his solid meat drew another shudder from Henry. Somehow she had to swallow that entire organ. It was the only thing to placate him.
Her lips compressed around it all the more tightly, and she began sucking more of the thick, monstrous tool into her throat. His heavy balls dangled into her throat, and she cupped them in her palm to keep them from hitting against her pharynx.
"Oh God!!!!!!" Henry shuddered. "Oh God!! ! Honey, it feels so fantastic, like ... you have no idea...."
He was gasping wildly now, his hands caressing her cheeks, touching her lips, tracing her jawline. The fingers of his other hand were still lost in her dark hair. The sight of his lovely wife beneath him, totally subservient and obedient, groveling in essence, as her lovely face filled itself more and more with his length, sent licentious and rapturous thrills shooting through him from throat to crotch.
Damn! Damn! Damn! He should have played Rape with Bobbi a long time ago. It was so terrific. Just the feeling of mastery made him feel good.
Bobbi's fingers tickled his wrinkled scrotum, her nails tracing each line, lightly grazing and scratching at his flesh. With the phallus halfway into her mouth now, she felt overpowering thrills of delight. But then, she'd known right from the start she would feel these thrills. Usually, Henry allowed her to remain on top while sucking his cock, and she was able to control the situation more easily. The idea that he was mastering this situation made her feel different, and though she was scared, she realized she was even more aroused. She had no idea it was this much fun to be mastered. She could feel her entire interior alive with lust as she caressed and cradled her husband's balls in her palms. In her throat, where the bloated mushroom-like head was pressing, she could taste the smooth, sticky liquid seeping from the hole in the head of his penis. She let her mouth slide back now, almost off the cock, feeling the flange of the corona catch at her front teeth. It was soaking with a mixture of her saliva and his secretions. God! She realized she wanted it back in her mouth. More, she wanted it inside her throat. Yes, she wanted the full length of his hot, hard poker buried in the heated, sodden depths of her sucking throat. She wanted to feel the pulsing glans throb inside her gullet. And as she let the penile extension slide back into her mouth, she could hear Henry sighing in rapt appreciation of her lip work.
Henry's fingers continued caressing her cheeks, and he was a bit unsure of himself for the first time since he'd started this rape attack. God! His hot cock felt so fabulous, buried in the wet cave of her sucking mouth. Looking down at her face, he felt flushed with fever, watching the way she hollowed her cheeks, pulling them in until they were rubbing the sides of his anxious, shuddering cock.
Bobbi, realizing the overpowering effect she was having on her husband, merely nodded, as if to let him know she was going to suck his life out through his cock for having subjected her to this attack. Her mouth sucked furiously, working around three-quarters of the length of fleshy extension. It had felt good enough to merely slide the heavy phallus into her mouth, but now that she was nursing on it, pulling on the heated rod with her lips, she was having an infinitely more wonderful time. It was almost as if this was her first attempt at blowing, though she had become an expert fellatrice over the years. God! Sucking on it, with him over her, made her feel as if a large piece of sugar cane had been jammed down her throat. Now she wanted to suck until the slithery juices came flooding out into her mouth.
Her mind suddenly came alive with licentious desire. No longer was she here to merely please her husband. Sucking on his heavy dork was something she always did for Henry's pleasure. When she had sucked the penises of the two young boys, earlier in the day, it was basically to make them enthralled with her. She had enjoyed the sucking, but there had been no overpowering, internal, orgasmic thrill for her. It had been something nice. But now, for the first time, she was feeling all kinds of funny sensations in her throat, and she understood she was getting as much from the sucking of her husband's bloated organ as he was getting. Yes, she really wanted to suck it. His vellicating wand slid in and out of her mouth, the head riding to the back of her throat, then withdrawing to the back of her front teeth.
Little by little her own body, already in heat, was going berserk with sucking desire, until she was certain this was the most important thing she was ever going to do in her entire life. She could tell how much Henry was enjoying it. The more pressure her lips applied to his stalk, the more he seemed to enjoy it. He was groaning and sighing out his pleasure, still caressing her face with his fingertips as he jammed the entire length of his stolid, extended, shuddering cock forward, moving most of it in and out of her mouth.
"Oh Bobbi ... " he was gasping. "You've never sucked ... ahhh ... this wellllll ... before ... ahhhhhh ... ahhhhhh ... ooooooh ... suck it some more ... ohhhhhh..."
To hear was to obey. Bobbi put more pressure with her lips around the mighty, pulsing muscle, feeling it clog her throat as it now tried forcing its way into her gullet. It was pumping in a bit deeper on every forward stroke, filling her mouth with more length than it could handle. Bobbi's fingers still tickled her husband's testicles, but too much of his pulsing cock was being fitted into her mouth for her to be able to hold onto the bole. Her head was lifting and falling, her tongue massaging the penial underside, and the roof of her mouth was compressing around the solid flesh as her mouth truly labored, pulling on the hard cock with all the strength her jaws could muster.
Whenever she had blown her husband previously, Bobbi had done it with the idea of getting it over with as quickly as possible, before he strangled her with his mighty prod. Now, with the heavy glans forcing its way into her esophagus, she wanted him to strangle her. She wanted to feel the thickness block her pharynx. Strange, different sensations were building in her body. These were the sensations she'd felt with the boys. It was unbelievable, but she had the distinct feeling there would be minor pain, if any. Suddenly she wanted that monstrous phallus to hurt her, and she didn't care if it hurt her in the throat or in the vagina. She would glory in the pain. And because she had these feelings, her throat muscles were all the more relaxed, and though she felt the rubbery point blocking every last little bit of space in her gullet, she wasn't choking. A burning thrill was passing through her entire body, and it stretched itself out to its full length behind his seated body, shuddering as an oral orgasm suddenly shot through her, making her swallow all the harder. He was driving in to where her lips were being scrubbed by the curling hairs on his pelvis. And still it wasn't enough for Bobbi. She wanted even more. She wanted to feel his cock in the pit of her stomach as her oral orgasm made her thrash her lovely white body about.
Suddenly Henry pulled his oversized plug from the depths of her throat and tugged the full length of it in her mouth, as well. He began backing away, letting his cock slide along her chin, onto her throat, onto her breastbone, between the mountainous shapes of her full breasts. And trailing behind it was a line of colorless lubricant. It moved between the chocolate-tipped hills of her bosom, then stopped for a moment, the purple head resting in the depths of the valley created by those hills. His shuddering cock looked so dark and dangerous against the white flesh of her lovely body.
Putting his weight on his knees, he raised his body a little, then gripped his large, thick phallus with one hand and began using it to paint lubricating oil pictures around the dark aureoles of her breasts. He circled them, one at a time, moving the sensitive knob of his cock ever inward until it touched each nipple, in turn. Then he rubbed it against the pillowy underside of each mammary, as if to assure himself her proportions were real.
"Oh ... Henry," she gasped.
Bobbi could feel the wanton tracings on her tender body, more and more able to appreciate the solid length of his throbbing cock as she became more and more sensuously aware of her need for it. God! She really did need it. She needed it as much as she had needed the penises of those two boys.
It's going to hurt, she thought. Let it hurt. No, no, I'm still afraid. I don't want to be hurt. I want that total enjoyment, the same enjoyment I had with Alan and Hank!
She gritted her teeth, feeling cactus needles of pleasure shooting through her body. God! She needed something, and soon. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she had the two boys here and now, either or both of whom were able to dole out so much delight without an iota of agony.
"Uhhhhhh ... " she gasped, breathing her enjoyment out for her husband to hear.
She stared into his face, watching him trail little dribbles of liquid manufactured by his own body all over her torso. His hard cock was working on her belly, and suddenly, his mouth was down and sucking on her nipples, first the right, then the left. He chewed and sucked and licked and bit, applying strong pressure to each nipple, making it stand at rigid attention. He sucked as if the desire he felt inside him was the milk he imagined to be coming from her breasts. He sucked and sucked until she felt she would yell her head off. She felt tumultuous eddies of delight washing through her betraying body. Her nipples had become centers of rapture, and now Bobbi could hear her own interior screaming, and the echoes seemed to bounce within her, slamming from side to side.
Yes, she still feared his monstrous phallus, but the way he sucked her nipples made her conscious only of the prurience shooting through her body.
His mouth was suddenly on hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her alabaster body. She felt his long, knifing tongue stab down into her throat in a long, hard, passionate kiss. Her own tongue was automatically responding, snaking back and forth, moving in and out of his mouth, sliding under his tongue, then sneaking in beside it, and even lashing through his mouth above his Ungual digit. Tongue lashed and whipped tongue, teasing palate while caressing gums. Finally he pulled his lips from hers and said, "Don't you ever hold this body from me again. Your mine to do with as I please."
"Yes, Henry," she gasped. "I'm yours."
"Good. Now get that mouth of yours down there and start sucking my cock all over again.
Only this time, you do it without my having to force you."
Bobbi found herself eager to respond, and as he rolled over on his back, she anxiously grabbed his hard shank between her hands and squeezed it before popping the plum-like head into her mouth, and sucking hard. Little by little she forced the solid length against her tongue, into her mouth. She felt the head press against her palate as it moved deeper and deeper, until it finally pressed into her throat. And the harder she sucked, the louder were his ecstatic moans. Thrill followed thrill in her own body, egging her on, letting her really taste her husband's tangy lubriciousness. She sucked hard on the great pulsing shaft in her mouth, stuffing it deeper and deeper until the entire length was buried down her throat. She was enjoying Henry's cock as she had never been able to enjoy it before.
"Thatta girl," Henry urged. "Ohhhhhh Bobbi, you have the greatest mouth. There's no one like you."
Prior to marrying Bobbi, Henry had known his share of women, many of whom had been excellent cocksuckers, but none could compare to his wife at this moment. Bobbi not only excelled them in this art, but excelled herself, as she had been, previously. The wonderful, marvelous, thrilling pleasure of watching his beautiful wife's face working on his seething cock was a masterful sight to behold. He was only sorry he didn't have a camera to snap a picture and capture the sight of it forever. Her consenting to perform ths so willingly after he had abused her confirmed his suspicions about her enjoying the idea of minor abasement as much as he enjoyed mastery. The more she sucked, the more she seemed to be enjoying herself. There was no doubt but that she was really enjoying every bit of what she was doing. Bobbi Rogar, his delightful wife, working her mouth on his solid prick, was the most beautiful sight in the entire world. God! Staring this way, he'd really lose his cool.
Bobbi was having the time of her life. She lapped with her long, wet tongue, covering every inch of his mighty pole. Her lips brushed and tickled the underside while her tongue licked the thick base, slowly but surely licking up to the coronal rim. She slicked her tongue from side to side where the head met the shaft, driving Henry insane with thrilling delight. His loins slammed upward while his hands pressed down on her head as every muscle in his body tightened.
Her tongue washed its way around the great minaret of bloated cockhead, licking at the slit where all the oil was emitted. The tip of her tongue delved in ever more deeply, trying to dredge out the slick, oily substance. Henry's hands reached for her breasts, and finding the nipples with his fingers, pulled on them, rubbing and massaging them, making them harder than ever.
Bobbi's hungry lips moved down to the wrinkled scrotum, kissing it and licking at it where it joined to the thick root of his upstanding cock. She licked furiously, covering everything with a coating of saliva. With long, wide sweeps, her tongue painted his balls, making him moan all the louder.
Bobbi didn't know why, but for the first time she was fully cognizant of everything she was doing with Henry. She wasn't automatically reacting, but was doing it with feeling, enjoying every second of it. Her tongue ran up and down the length of his hard cock as if it were a peppermint stick, then trailed over his balls as if they were chocolate easter eggs covered with ice cream. Then her tongue returned up the shimmering stalk to the lavender head, making it shine with her spit.
Although Bobbi was unable to understand why she was reacting so strongly to her husband's brutalizing, she accepted it easily enough. Her love for him had been reason enough at first, but now she was doing it for the sake of the act, itself. She was enjoying this as she had never enjoyed cocksucking, before. Not even the penises of the two young boys had tasted this good. Not that she intended giving up the boys. Far from it. Somehow, in some way, what she had done with them was making her appreciate Henry all the more, and she intended seeing more of them, if only to be able to continue this new, wild rapport she was having with her own husband. This made it more imperative than ever that she find a young girl capable of taking Henry's penis. Henry had to be seduced. There was no two ways about it. He had to be caught in the act of fornicating with a young girl. Then Bobbi would be able to justify her taking on the two boys without Henry being able to object.
She felt his thighs lunge up as he rammed the powerful, pulsing, twitching length of phallus into the heated cavern of her sucking mouth. Lord! He was going insane from the ecstasy. He was close now, very close. He could feel the sperm boiling in his balls. Hell! When he finally came, he'd fill her belly with his burning seed.
Bobbi sucked like a starving lamb, pressing her lips tightly as she pulled her head up, moving so slowly she could feel the pulsations inside. This only aroused her all the more, and now she was aware of the heated wetness seeping from between her own thighs. Her erogenous juices were flowing heavily, gushing out from inside her. Without her realizing it, her body had been building to higher and higher planes of erotic delight. This made her suck and pull all the harder, trying to draw that thick, pearl-gray sperm from within his body.
She felt his frenzied hands running all over her body, now. He caressed her face, felt her breasts, touched her back, rubbed her buttocks, and even managed to reach into her hot, wet vaginal chamber with one of his fingers. Tiny jolts of lightning seemed to buzz through her body, making her breasts heave as she continued her voracious mouthing of his throbbing cock.
"Ohhhhhh ... Godddddd ... Bobbbbbbbbiiiiiiii ... " he gasped. "I'm almost there, I'm almost there. Keep those lips working, baby...."
He was babbling now, no longer trying to make sense, and his probing finger, pushing into her tender canal, was digging almost viciously into her. The moans and groans and sighs coming from his anguished mouth let her know just how high he was climbing before he would eventually reach his orgasmic peak. Lord! Bobbi was unable to recall when her husband had ever gotten this carried away.
There was no doubt he was ready to come. She could hardly wait to taste it. Just thinking about the thick streams of gluey spurts made her stop sucking for a moment, and she heard Henry suddenly yell, "DAMN IT, DON'T STOP NOW, NOT NOW!"
He was ramming his finger all the deeper into her, trying to shake her and make her move. Her tight, squeezing cunt gripped his finger, but Bobbi realized her vaginal muscles were still relaxed, and she wasn't putting nearly as much pressure on the finger as she usually did.
She renewed her sucking, and the sight of his cock moving in and out of her mouth sent him into paroxysms of ecstasy. He stared at the obscene way her lips drew out each time her head pulled up, and it made him slam his hips all the higher, shoving the full length of his pole into her mouth.
He could feel the head slide into her esophagus, and he could sense the ring of her gullet close tightly around his throbbing member. He wanted to shoot his sperm into her throat and have it blast right down to her toes. Her face became lined with the hard work she was doing. No matter how much she enjoyed doing it, it was still hard work. Her mouth sucked and her tongue licked, and he could feel the pressure deep in the center of his mouth-surrounded cock. This caused the boiling sperm in his testicles to swirl a little faster, and he realized he was about to unleash all of it.
He stiffened abruptly, then jerked and slammed his throbbing meat straight up, shoving the entire length into the sacred center of her sucking mouth. His breathing was ragged gasping as he felt his balls suddenly spill over. Hot, burning liquid raced into his penis, and from there, it moved up the back tube of his cock until it reached the top. From there it erupted into her sucking, leeching throat. He gagged on his own saliva, then heard her choke as he shot wads of heavy semen into her mouth. The ropes of liquid cascaded down her throat in never ending streams as he shouted, "YYYAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!"
Bobbi had been waiting for him to shoot, but she was totally unprepared for the copious quantity of lava he blasted into her. She was choking and sputtering, fighting to breathe, but the hot seed continued pouring into her throat, and all she could do to save herself was swallow. When she would have pulled away, he clasped his hands on the back of her head to keep her in place as he continued unleashing great quantities of flooding sperm.
After a moment, Bobbi found she was able to breathe through her nose, and now she swallowed anxiously, proud she was able to swallow all his jism without letting it leak out the sides of her mouth. The first few times she had blown her husband, the quantities had not been nearly this great, yet she had been unable to swallow quickly enough. Now she was swallowing continuously, taking down this greater quantity without letting any of it trail down the sides of her face.
Henry felt a million colored pinwheels explode in his brain, as streaks of wonderful sensation managed to open and close every pore in his body. God! He almost felt as if his life might be coming to an end. God! Bobbi had never sucked this proficiently before. He was at a total loss to explain her improved ability. Great as she had been before, she was much greater, now.
His cock shrank quickly, but her mouth remained fastened to it. She vacuumed his balls dry, and continued sucking long after he had stopped shooting.
Afterward, when she finally released his cock and lay beside him, he was certain he would fall asleep from sheer exhaustion, even though he had yet to satisfy her. But for some reason he stayed wide awake, and in less than two hours built a new, equally solid erection. He rolled over and slowly inserted his monstrous phallus into the tightness of her cunt. And suddenly the entire broad length of her husband's solid cock was filling her anxious vagina, and she was coming before he even had a chance to stroke.
And when he finally came again, some minutes later, she had not only had three additional orgasms, but realized the pain had almost totally disappeared.
CHAPTER SIX
Bobbi was unable to understand just why there had been almost no pain the previous night. It had been the first time, and because of her husband's thickness, the orgasms were far more intense than those she'd received with the boys.
That morning, when Henry awoke, before getting out of bed, he fucked her again. This time there was considerably more pain. Her vaginal muscles were tightening again.
The boys! Their having given her so many pleasant climaxes had made her body more receptive to Henry. As a result, her muscles had .relaxed, almost completely. And when Henry had inserted himself into her, she had really enjoyed it. But with the coming of morning, her old subconscious fears were returning. And as a result, his muscles were tightening again, and she was feeling pain. It was obvious she needed more of what Hank and Alan could give her, if only to keep her receptive for her husband. The fact remained, Henry would never accept the idea of her putting out for the two boys, unless ... unless she could find someone to seduce him, first, and catch him in the act.
All through the morning, as she went about doing the washing and ironing, she pondered the problem. And the answer appeared without her having to seek it.
The answer was Carolyn Burns. Carolyn's family lived down the block, having just moved in three months earlier. Carolyn was two inches taller than Bobbi, but she weighed ten pounds less. Only fifteen, she was shy, reticent to meet people, and at first was unable to look anyone in the eye. The Burns family was black. Arthur Burns, who had worked his way up the hard way had been determined he and his family were going to live like human beings. Despite white prejudices, he decided he wanted to live in a white neighborhood no matter how many crosses might be burned on his lawn.
When he moved into the neighborhood, he had expected heavy resistance, and was more than surprised when all he received was curious stares. It took him two months to speak to the neighbor next door to him, and though there was some discomfort for both himself and the neighbor, at first. They gradually became accustomed to one another and were able to accept each other on a neighborly basis. And after a while, Carolyn, his fifteen-year-old daughter, had become friendly with some teenagers, and then her outgoing personality took control over her, and she started becoming friendly with all the neighbors.
Black, white, or yellow with purple polka dots, Carolyn looked beautiful. She was a slender reed with almost no breasts, but with sculptured features. She looked like something carved from black ivory with her chiseled features and bright eyes. When she walked she had a natural wiggle. Her body had developed early, and she looked so much more mature than she was.
Carolyn was naive. Since people seemed to be accepting her even though she was black, she was certain it was because of her mind. It never occurred to her it was mostly the male neighbors who were accepting her. Not that the females rejected her, but the males were actually drooling when she walked by. In her own way, she had a body almost as perfect as that of Bobbi Rogar. But it was different enough to make Henry Rogar look at her each time she walked by.
like all the women in the neighborhood, fifteen-year-old Carolyn found herself with a crush on Henry Rogar. In high school, she joined the drama club just jto be near him, and because she lived so close to him, she was always walking over to his house when she was certain he was home.
like many fifteen-year-old girls, Carolyn thought of herself as having grown up ahead of her time. Therefore she felt she was somewhat more sophisticated than most girls her age. And since when was there ever a sophisticated virgin in the world? All sophisticated women of the world were women who had known men. And since Carolyn yeamed to be a true sophisticate, she was determined to find out what it was like to "know" a man. What better man than Henry Rogar? He was handsome, well-built, witty, and very sophisticated, himself.
This particular Sunday, after church was over, Carolyn claimed a small headache when the rest of the family decided to go visiting some aunts in a nearby city. She remembered hearing Henry Rogar tell his class not to disturb him on Sundays since Sunday was the day he relaxed in his backyard and did nothing. Well, Carolyn intended doing "nothing" with him, hoping to turn it into something.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and her own family had already gone. From her bedroom window she could see the Rogar house, and she waited patiently, watching, knowing she didn't dare go over there while his wife was in the house.
She watched for nearly an hour, and in that time each of the three Rogar children left, going to a friend's house. And then, at two thirty, she saw Bobbi Rogar get into one of the two family cars and leave. Carolyn figured Bobbi was going shopping. Ever since the supermarkets were left open on Sunday, many women saved their shopping for that day. And now Henry Rogar was all alone in that house. And little Carolyn was going to do her damndest to make him want her.
Sliding into a red halter and a pair of equally red hot pants, Carolyn pushed her feet into a pair of sandals and walked to the Rogar home. Perfume, dabbed in strategic places created a seductive air, and she had a feeling this was going to be the day.
Inside, Henry Rogar, who had just about recovered from the early morning bout he'd had with Bobbi, was just finishing a sandwich for lunch. It was going to be a day when he had nothing better to do than relax. He wished Bobbi hadn't gone off shopping, though. With the kids gone he was in the mood for another round of pure and simple fucking. Damn! Bobbi wouldn't be back for at least two hours.
God! That had been something, the previous night. His wife was getting better with each passing day. God, but she had been terrific. Snapping on the hi-fi in the living room, he was about to settle down with a good book when the doorbell rang.
Hell, he thought, getting up, who would be dumb enough to come visiting on a Sunday?
Striding through the front hall, he reached the door and opened it. And he stared right into the big, limpid eyes of Carolyn Burns.
"Hi there," the slender girl said in what was definitely not the voice of a student. "Can I come in?"
Henry was too surprised to move, and Carolyn took advantage of the movement to glide into the house and close the door. She slid by him and went into the living room. He was very much aware of her as she brushed against him. Her perfume lingered in his nostrils, and the halter and hot pants hardly hit a thing, just barely passing for what the neighborhood termed "decency." As it was, he could see almost all of her bosom, small though it was, since her halter was barely larger than a bandana. And the thin material of the hot pants clung tightly to her lovely, curvaceous hips arousing him instantly. He swallowed a bit nervously.
Henry had been completely aware of Carolyn as a female for some time, now. In fact, much of the reason for his continuing to jump Bobbi every night had to do with visions of Carolyn. He had no idea how the black girl would be in bed, but he enjoyed dreaming about it. He had never expected his dreams to come true, but he knew, as he stood there, that Carolyn had not come over to be coached in drama lessons.
"Carolyn," he gulped, staring at the perfection of her figure. "Are your parents aware that you're here?"
"No," she smiled. "And no one is going to make them aware, Mister Rogar."
"Now look here," he said, sounding lame already, "I...."
"I'm looking," she smiled, letting her eyes run up and down his body. "And I like what I see. D'you like what you see?"
"I'm going to be very busy," he lied weakly. "Sure you are," she smiled. "With me. Come on, Mister Rogar, let's stop kidding, huh. You like me and I like you."
"Now wait a minute," he said, but stopped when she pressed herself against him. God! She was sexy!
Terrified he would lose control of himself, he shrank from her touch.
"For heaven's sake," she laughed in a smooth, velvety voice. "You'd think I was a black widow spider instead of a girl who wants to mess around. Come on over here," she smiled, sitting on the living room sofa and patting the cushion beside her.
As she sat, she purposely opened her thighs, letting the pant leg of the hot pants slide up a bit more, letting him see the outline of her groin.
My God! he thought, staring. The girl had no panties on underneath.
Henry's eyes seemed to remain locked on the outline of her puffy-lipped vagina, almost visible against the pressure of the crotch of her pants. And when he saw she knew he was staring, he noticed she spread her young, slim thighs even more. There was a big smile on her lovely lips. He could almost see the pulsations of her vaginal orifice, opening and closing, luring him closer.
Had she been almost anyone else, Henry would have been able to resist her. But having wanted her for so long, now that he was being offered the opportunity, he was going to grab it. The mere contrast of her ebony skin as opposed to Bobbi's ivory flesh made her that much more desirable.
Carolyn looked at him through narrowed lids. Even though she was a mere fifteen years old, she could tell he was hot for her. Knowing he found her desirable made her realize, she had a certain amount of power over him. Golly! She had never had any kind of power like this over a man before, and it felt good, really good. Knowing she had this power also let her know she was definitely going to lose her unwanted hymen.
There was a war going on inside Henry Rogar's brain. He knew she shouldn't be here. God forbid they should ever get caught together, he would be sent up for statutory rape. But at the same time she was so damned desirable. What could he do or say to extricate himself from this situation? Hell! Did he really want to be extricated? A part of him was really aching to reach out and feel the exciting firmness of her slender body. He longed to kiss the moist redness of her provocative mouth. He knew it was all lipstick, but he didn't care. He wanted to kiss that mouth, anyway. There was no denying his want for her.
No! No! He had to resist. First, she was a mere fifteen years old and unaware of what she was doing. Second, he was a married man, with the most luscious, desirable wife any man could hope to have. He couldn't cheat on his wife, certainly no in their own home. God! He had to get this girl out of here.
Before he could object, Carolyn had reached up and pulled him down beside her. Her lithe body curled delightfully against his, and her ripe lips brushed his clean-shaven chin. At the same time, her hands were wandering across his chest, slipping under his polo shirt and rubbing his bare flesh.
"Hey, now, wait a minute," he objected, but his voice suddenly stopped, because he knew he wanted this. In spite of its being wrong, in spite of the possibilities of getting caught, he knew he wanted this.
Words caught in his throat as she reached for his zipper tab and pulled the zipper down. Her fingers deftly reached in and pulled out his solid, stiff whang, exposing it to the warm air of the day.
Falling to her knees in front of the sofa, her sensuous eyes locked onto the palpitating prick and became wide with eager excitement. She stared hungrily at the full length of it.
Her lips blew on the member, letting the warm air from her mouth dry the seeping secretions coating the thick rod, making the rich lavender head shine brilliantly. She was amazed at the size of it. There were rumors that black men were supposed to be excessively endowed, but after having spied on her father and brothers, she knew for a fact none of them could match this marvelous instrument.
Henry was still unable to accept what was happening. It was all happening so fast, before he had time to think. It was impossible to believe he was sitting here, in his own living room, with this lovely negress kneeling on the floor in front of him, seeing the arousal on her face as she stared at the length and thickness of his swollen cock.
Carolyn's slender fingers came up and surrounded the stalk, rhythmically squeezing the palpitating member. Her hand pressured the blood-filled cock, grasping its hard firmness, pulling licentiously at the blue-veined shaft and sending blasts of uncontrolled delight scorching through his body, searing his inner self, making his throbbing cock even harder.
Lying back against the sofa cushions, Henry watched the alluring girl with passion-coated eyes. Her long, lovely black hair, in no way kinky, fell around her face in a cascade of ebony shadow, and her wet, delectable lips floated like a butterfly over the thick, throbbing head of his anxious penis.
Damn! He just couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. Even though he felt and saw the lustrous black girl, he couldn't believe she was really there. This stunning teenager, forbidden to him for many reasons, a pupil of his, actually had long, slender, dusky fingers wound tightly around his desperately naked phallus.
"Honkey," she whispered, "I'm going to show you what a really passionate woman can do for you."
Her voice was a crooning song, and her face seemed a bit mottled. Her eyes widened avariciously as she spoke. It was a lovely cock, and at this moment, for a short while, it was hers to do with as she pleased.
Henry stared at her while mad bolts of lightning shot up and down his spine, his tormented phallus jumping and throbbing in the hot clutch of her delightful hand, his brain racing from a mad jumble of chaotic emotions.
It's wrong! his mind kept telling him. It's wrong!
Sharp, strong reprovals cut wickedly into his conscious thoughts. The very strength of his want for the girl terrified him, and made the weight of what he was doing feel even heavier. How could he, a man with a fantastic wife, suddenly become unfaithful? And when one considered just what he got from that spectacular wife, it seemed even less credible that he was here with this luscious female, right now. He felt the great self-respect he'd built up over the years suddenly begin to crumble. The very pillars of his world seemed ready to collapse, shaken by the weight of this sexual delight.
And then something finally gave way inside him. In a single moment he threw aside his inhibitions, knowing to chastise himself would ruin everything. The simple fact of the matter was, he was going to score with this girl. That she had come to him rather than his going to her had no bearing on all this. If he went around feeling sorry, it would ruin everything. No, no, he was determined to enjoy it. Hell! Since it was inevitable, he'd have been a damn fool not to enjoy it. Here was a beautiful girl, on her knees in front of his exposed cock, in essence begging him to fuck her. And the truth of the matter was, he wouldn't be able to do anything else. If she wanted to be fucked, he would do just that.
Carolyn looked up and saw the change come into his eyes. For a moment she was frightened, thinking she had lost control of the situation. Then it dawned on her, she didn't care who controlled the situation, just as long as she got what she'd been seeking. She didn't say a word when he got to his feet. All she did was stare at his solid cock.
"The bedroom," he told her in a thick voice, offering his hand.
Pulling her to her feet, he led her to the master bedroom. Carolyn needed no coaching. She knew what she, wanted to happen. Falling onto the bed, she stretched her arms out to him.
"Christ, you're fabulous," he murmured, staring at her luscious body.
Leaning over her, he kissed her full lips, hard. Her arms wrapped themselves around him as she pulled him down against her, letting one of his thighs fall between both of hers. She was delightfully lithe, even more so than Bobbi, and her body, for all its lack of excess flesh, was soft to the touch. And now it was glued to his, as if it actually belonged attached to him. He ground his lips strongly against hers as she rubbed a knee lightly into his groin, making his throbbing cock so hard it actually hurt. He could only feel the oily lubriciousness seeping from his cockhead, smearing itself against her thigh, and he was certain Carolyn would be able to feel it as well.
Her fingers held him tightly, rubbing into his back, massaging him as if it were something she had done all her life. She could feel the pressure of the thick penile head, jerking against her, almost letting her know he just might shoot if provoked any more.
Henry could feel the wild sensations building in his balls. God! He felt like a kid himself, and this was ridiculous! Sure the girl was something special, and it was a very good reason to have a monstrous hard-on. But Bobbi was also someone extra special, and having fucked her all these years, one would think his body had become accustomed to a really special woman.
Hell! He was no better than any other man when it came to reacting to Carolyn. He almost felt ashamed of himself.
He sank his tongue all the way into her mouth, and was once again surprised at the artistic way she sucked on it, arousing him even more, making his cock just a little bit harder, and that much more sore. Her teeth nibbled lightly, short, gentle nips causing wild icicles to tantalize his spine. Damn! He couldn't take much more of this. Christ! If Bobbi walked in now, there would be hell to pay. But unless Bobbi's shopping habits changed, there was no chance of her coming in for more than an hour and a half. God! He wondered how his wife would react to something like this.
"Is your wife a good lay?" Carolyn suddenly asked in a very disarming manner.
"Better believe it," he nodded. "She's the best."
"Boy, I'll bet the two of you really fuck up a storm."
"She knows all the tricks," Henry nodded. "Wow! Think you could teach me one or two of them?"
"That's just what I plan to do."
"Wow!" she breathed again into his ear. "Let's you and me strip down. It'll be easier that way."
Henry suddenly realized she was trembling underneath him. Her thighs were rubbing against his, and he could feel pressure against his groin.
"You are going to fuck me?" she asked.
"There's no way you can get out of this house without it happening," he told her.
"I really do get to you, huh?"
"All the way, honey," he assured her. "And that's just how I'm going to fuck you. All the way."
"For sure?"
"Deep and hard. I'm going to fuck you like you'll never be fucked by anyone else again."
"Gee, let's get these clothes off. I can hardly wait."
Henry got to his feet and began tugging his clothes off. He looked at her as he undressed, and he felt a bit embarrassed. She would be the first female, other than his wife, to see him naked since he'd gotten married. In order to cover up his self-consciousness, he stood there, arms akimbo, his naked hard-on standing out like a mighty bludgeon. He stared down at her, watching as she reached under her and squirmed out of her hot pants, then reached behind her and undid her halter, pulling it off her arms and flinging it away. All she had on were her sandals, and she kicked them off so they fell to the floor, making almost no sound as they landed on the thick carpet.
Looking up at Henry's solid body, staring at his nakedness, Carolyn once again locked her eyes onto his swollen cock. She watched the way it twitched, seeming to cut through the air as the blood-filled head throbbed repeatedly.
"That is gorgeous," she said to Henry. "I want the full length of that thing all the way up inside me. God! I want to be literally screwed onto it."
Aroused all the more by her exciting words, he lay on the bed beside her, feeling an overpowering urge to run his hands over her tawny body. He moved his palm softly between her columnar thighs, and they slid open without resistance. Slowly he moved his fingers between their silken smoothness until they came into contact with the wet, twisted curls growing on her pubic mound. The hair grew darkly, arousingly, seeming to make the pink of her vaginal lips stand out that much more. He attempted to push a middle finger into her virgin tightness, wanting to tease the soft, moist flaps of her sensitive pussy, but she jerked away, reacting automatically. It wasn't that she was rebuffing his move, but the pressure of his hand in so delicate an area had been totally unexpected. It sent a wild shiver through her body, causing her to spasmodically twitch. Warm, trammeling sensations suddenly went shooting through the nerve-ends of her naked flesh.
Now she felt his hands running lightly across her small, dark breasts, then moving down along her flat tummy, across her luscious thighs, and down over her uncovered vagina. His touch brought squeals of delight from her as she clenched her teeth to keep herself from screaming.
Henry felt his own desire mounting as his hands wrung sighing gasps and trembling responses from her lush, naked self. Her eyes opened and looked at him for a moment, their dark color made even smokier the heavy veil of mounting desire now coursing through her body.
Carolyn's thoughts were wafting into a universe of semi-conscious delights. At that moment the only thought in her mind was to enhance the pleasures she was already enjoying. All she cared about was the thrilling sensation coursing through her body. Shuddering delight seemed to run through her mouth, course through her system, and exit between her thighs. In between, she could feel the sensation running through her nipples, making them long and hard, and then the sensation tingled its way through her clitoris, making it hard, as well. The feelings moved through her body the way flames roared through a blast furnace.
"Oh, God!" her voice whispered, not even realizing she was speaking. "I never knew it could be like this."
Henry pressed his mouth to hers again, and instantly felt the heated, moist attack of her lancing tongue as it ran through her mouth, automatically seeking hotter, moister contact with his own tongue. His hands continued running over the satin-smooth flesh of her entire body, running across her breasts, and then slowly sinking between her thighs. This time she didn't react or jump, but simply parted her thighs, letting his fingers move into her virgin tightness so they could reach into the very infinity of her feminine self. Her loins flexed strongly in response to the touch of his fingers.
"Uhhhhhh ... uhhhhhh..." she gasped repeatedly, letting her voice trail into his mouth, her tongue pushing into his and circling around deep inside as if searching for some kind of back entrance to his throat.
Her passion only enhanced his, while he continued refusing to believe this was actually happening to him. This beautiful ebony girl, a student of his, was wriggling and squirming beneath him as if she were his own personal slave, to do with as he pleased.
Unable to remain merely beside her any longer, he rolled on top of her hot, anxious body, covering her like a protective sheet. He could feel her anxiously shivering beneath him, waiting for him to deliver the coup de grace which would transform her into a woman. Reaching down with both hands, he tugged her unresisting thighs apart until the entire plane of her wetly pulsing vaginal orifice was offered to him in obeisant humility. For a long, anguished second he held her thighs apart, then reached down, ready to plant himself into her. At the last instant, he stopped.
He wanted her complete surrender, letting her know he was master of this situation, even if she was the one who had started it. To do this, he had to make her grasp his cock and introduce it into her virgin channel. He knew she would be tight, but his own wife was always virgin-tight, even after all these years.
"Okay," he told her, raising himself slightly, his weight on the palms of his hands. "You started all this. So now you put it in. Go on, put it into that tight, virgin cunt of yours."
He remained poised above her, feeling her reach down with her own long, slender fingers. She did so without hesitation, having waited for this moment for a long time. Oh God! She wanted to nail his fleshy spike right into her tight, hot center. Guiding it toward her hair-fringed labia, she placed the dome against her opening, then paused for a moment. This was it. In the next few moments she would become a woman.
Henry felt her fingers tighten around his rigid pole, then slowly but certainly push. He sighed, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth as she slowly, very slowly began to fit his thick, throbbing pole into the tight sheath of her squeezing cunt. He could feel the soft, curly pubic hairs licking at the sides of his staff as it slowly, very slowly, forced its way into her. God! This was a real virgin, all right. But tight as she was, Bobbi was tighter. His knob was halfway between her tight, sucking vaginal lips. The hot, smooth heat was overpowering, and it was all he could do to keep from simply slamming his entire length all the way into her with a single, flesh-tearing plunge. It took all his willpower, but he exercised it and waited. He waited because he knew this was a new game to her, no matter how much she wanted to have it all happen at once. He waited, even though the waiting was something excruciating. He had conquered her body, and now he wanted her soul, as well. She was his, totally at his mercy, and he could do with her as he pleased. He waited, holding back the plunge that would sunder her hymen, fusing them together, making them flesh of one flesh. By waiting, allowing her interior to accustom itself to his breadth, he was wringing a final admission from her that he was the overlord.
Carolyn lay groaning, tiny, unintelligible sounds coming from between tight lips as her passion-clenched teeth ground together. She gasped the breath from her body, as if she were blasting out short puffs of hot steam from her laboring boiler. Her internal body could feel the beginnings of pain, caused by the broadness of his phallus forcing her flesh to unaccustomed wideness. Even so, she ached with desire to continue. Her thighs and aching loins were wide apart, soaking wet with a combination of perspiration and heavy oil leaking from her simmering cunt. Wonderful pressure was building inside her, and if he didn't continue, she would scream in a moment. God! How long ago was it that he, herself, had placed that hot, thick cock against her vagina? How many eons had passed since she had started inserting it. It seemed as if a hundred million years had flashed by, making her all the more hungry to feel the full, throbbing length of that mighty cock buried inside.
She was starved all the way inside her dilating cunt, as if her vaginal interior were a hungering tiger waiting for the meat to be given it. Christ! She needed to feel it inside.
Slowly, very slowly, Henry began easing himself a little lower, feeling her writhe all the more intensely as he pushed, widening her virgin tunnel, causing more agonizing delight to worm its way through her anxious interior. Her face began to contort, a combination of indescribable delight and shuddering pain as her lips formed a tiny oval, almost shaping themselves to the vagina into which his massive pole was pushing.
Henry looked down between their bodies and watched his gigantic pulsing cock push deeper into the wet, sucking swamp of her pink, wide open cunt. The silky hairs on her pubis seemed to surround the corona as it moved into her, tickling it with its fleeciness. The lust-arousing sight made him thrust all the harder now, widening her virgin interior all the more until he felt that barrier of membrane he had all but forgotten.
Carolyn lurched, feeling the pain as he thrust against her tender hymen. She hadn't meant to react so violently, but the pain was so strong, she had no control over herself. It felt as if someone had slammed into her belly with a sledgehammer.
"Easy," Henry Rogar whispered. "Easy, hon. A thrust or two and the pain'll soon be gone."
He was straining with all his willpower, fighting the strong desire to ram forward at that moment and totally impale her on his thick stake. As it was he was widening her, stretching her young, tender cunt all out of proportion. That was causing pain enough. But now he was pressing against that most sensitive of barriers. The membrane had to be ruptured, and doing so would cause a flashing instant of intense agony. Yet there was no way of escaping it. He had to do it. In addition, he wanted to savor every bit of her; even the rupturing of her tender hymen. Today this luscious black beauty was his to handle as he saw fit.
Staring down at her small, quivering breasts wobbling gently against her ribs, quivering with each little mewling gasp she emitted, he became even more excited. He was glad she didn't have large breasts. Everything about her was different from Bobbi, and he was able to enjoy her as an entity unto herself, and not because she reminded him of his wife in any way. She was exciting, arousing, and distracting. He loved the way her small breasts shimmied, and though there was a very small valley between them, he resolved to fuck his cock between them as soon as he was finished inside.
"Here we go again," he told her, and taking a deep breath, he powered forward, tearing through the slender barrier of membrane. Her hymen shredded, and pain ran through her body as his hard cock steamed the rest of the way into her narrow quim. She thrashed and bucked under him, and opened her mouth to scream, but felt his lips cover hers. Her scream ran into his throat, and she could feel him shiver from the power generated by it.
Tearing her mouth from his, she bit his earlobe, wanting to make him feel some of the agony she had coursing through her.
"Pull it out," she begged. "Pull it out. It hurts too much."
"Only if I get to push it in again before you leave," he insisted, grinding violently into her.
"Yes, yes, anything, only pull it out for now," she sobbed.
Reluctantly he slid his mighty member from her tight, clasping chamber, wishing he could have fucked her then and there. But he was wise enough to realize she needed time to recover.
Pulling all the way out of her, he got to his feet and Carolyn saw the red staining his solid log. Her blood was all over his hard cock.
He ran to the bathroom and returned with two towels, one wet and one dry. After washing his cock off, he pushed the dry towel under her buttocks, then used the moist one to wash the outside of her vagina. The cooling water helped relieve the fiery pain to some small extent, but it wasn't enough. She knew she was going to be sore for a long time to come.
Dropping the moist towel on the floor near the bed, Henry straddled the dusky girl's body, putting his knees on either side of her chest. His hands shook as he reached down and gathered her small breasts in his hands, kneading the resilient flesh between his strong fingers, making his knuckles stand redly out as he squeezed the black velvet of her small paps. With lascivious hunger he squeezed and pulled her tits, as if trying to make them larger. He watched his fingers move through the dark rubber-like quality of her body, squeezing the mammaries, watching them surrender to his pressure, then seeing them pop back into their original shape as he lightened his hold.
Tugging on them, he yanked them together, then told her to use her own hands to keep her breasts pressing against themselves. Carolyn pressed her hands on either side of her breasts until they formed a tunnel of black satin in the center of her body. Then he pushed his massive phallus between them, feeling how they could barely hold him. God! He wished they were the littlest bit bigger so they could trap his cock a little more firmly. She was pressing them hard, pushing her sensitive nipples inward so they rubbed against the thick bole of his prick. Even though he had a tan cock, it looked almost marble-white when contrasted to the rich black of her nipples and small aureoles.
Carolyn felt him keeping his weight on his knees, so even though he was sitting on her, he wasn't putting any pressure on her body, except for the pushing of his cock between her breasts. And with her nipples rubbing against it, she felt more excited than ever, already starting to forget the pain still teasing her cunt. He was rocking while sitting on her, and she felt the penis start sliding back and forth, thrusting itself through the small valley created by her breasts. As he pushed, the huge head of his bulbous phallus appeared at the far end of the hot, tender cleavage and gently tickled her chin. It left a tiny spot of colorless ointment each time it touched her there, and feeling the slick wetness made Carolyn once again feel heavily aroused.
Henry continued his rocking movement for more than five minutes, but he soon realized there wasn't enough friction to make him come. Even so, his enormous cock felt itself expand and enlarge as he felt the maddening softness press against the solid, heated pole. With his fingers he tweaked her nipples, then pressed them all the more firmly against his rigid cock, watching with a lascivious smile as the hard, dark points enlarged even more. And at the same time he studied her face, wanting to see her reactions. He was really getting to her.
Carolyn's eyes were wide open, but they stared at him all but unseeing, mad passion dilating her pupils like some hallucinogen. Her hips and buttocks behind him were wriggling insanely, her long, luscious tapered legs kicking out then pulling back, as if searching for another cock to once again bury itself between them, pain or no pain. She had lost all control over herself, and would accept anything he wanted, just as long as it eventually quenched the fires burning throughout her entire body.
Staring at her pillowed lips, he decided he wanted to compare this girl's sucking ability to that of his wife. He could see she was constantly licking her lips, keeping them moist and gleaming as she lay beneath him feeling unfulfilled desire build higher and higher, and he trembled at the thought of being able to stuff his lust-hardened cock into her mouth, thinking how delightful it would be to have that heated, wet center engulf his member.
He moved his body higher, just as he had moved it above his wife's face, the previous night. His knees were on either side of her neck, not pressing on her shoulders, and his long cock jutted out over her face, just as it had jutted over Bobbi's. God! To have that member sucked by two mouths in less than twenty four hours was really something. He would have never believed it, had anyone told him this would happen, earlier.
Carolyn stared up into his heavy, doughy testicles, feeling the weighty sac already resting on her chin. She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to do it for him. She was willing to do anything, just as long as he eventually put out the fire raging through her body. The fire was so strong it overpowered whatever pain she still felt.
He sat still for a moment, feeling the sharp points of her nipples digging into his buttocks. Not wanting her to be frightened, he remained still, giving her time to adjust to the sight of his monolithic log. He knew he would have to move very slowly, not certain just how far he could go before she actually objected. He also wanted her body even more heated up. This way, he would have his will with her. He would even be able to debase her, and she would love it. Yes, that was what he wanted.
Carolyn sensed his longing, and was more than willing to submit to his desires. The blast furnace in her body was raging madly out of control. She knew she would burn up if he didn't do something to alleviate it. Something ... anything.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bobbi was feeling insane with the need for cock. Between the two boys and her husband, she had been fucked wildly, yet she needed more. And if it meant feeling more pain, then she was willing to submit to whatever her husband wanted. All during her shopping she kept thinking of the three penises she had enjoyed in the past hours, and she knew she needed more. The more she got, the more she needed.
With her car trunk full of groceries, she was all set to hurry home to Henry when she saw Hank Abner standing near the supermarket entrance. He was trying to earn a few quarters by helping the people carry their bundles to their cars.
And then Abner saw her, and she could see him blush. He had really enjoyed himself with her, and she could see a small tent already starting to form in his crotch.
"Hank," she called out. "I need help."
He hurried over to her car and said, "Hi, Missus Rogar. Where are your bundles?"
"In the car," she replied. "I need someone to help me carry them into the house. Will you come home with me?"
"Sure thing," he acknowledged, getting into the car on the passenger's side.
Bobbi got in, started the car up, and drove home. She drove straight into the garage, then Hank got out and closed the garage door.
She was all set to make love to him right there, in the car, in the garage, when she heard the thumping noises. Her bedroom was directly over the garage, arid she knew the thumping could only be caused by someone bouncing on the bed.
Was it possible? Was it just barely possible?
She knew it couldn't be caused by any of her three sons. Each of them was away at a friend's house. And Henry couldn't be simply trying to satisfy himself by hand. He would never settle for anything like that. He had found a woman all by himself.
"Hank," she whispered to the young boy. "I think we're going to catch us a couple of interesting fish."
Opening the door leading from the garage to her kitchen, Bobbi whispered for Hank to follow silently. They walked to the hall closet where Bobbi got out her new Polaroid camera. There was a roll of film already inside. Then she beckoned for the boy to follow her upstairs. They moved quietly, and when she got to the bedroom, they peered in and saw the strange, arousing sight on the bed. Recognizing the girl immediately, Bobbi understood why her husband was cheating. Carolyn Burns had the kind of body and personality to make a saint cheat.
Henry was crouched over the luscious black girl, both hands behind her head, lifting her face toward his hard cock, watching the way his glans palpitated as her lips came closer and closer. He pushed forward slightly, his ass rolling against the nails of her sharp nipples until the tip of his swollen, lavender knob was pushing between her partly open lips. He sighed as he felt the lip stick painted lips tease lightly against the sensitive skin of his swollen cockpoint. He had to do this, if only to compare this girl's oral abilities to that of his wife. God! The mere sight of those cushiony lips were enough to arouse him. At any rate she was accepting what he was attempting to do, and he stared down in delirious wonder as the tight oval ring of her lips closed over the almost painfully stretched flesh of his solid cock. The sensation was something fabulous.
She instantly began using her pink tongue, licking slowly in the beginning, feeling it lick all the way around the head, causing the phallic prod to twitch in her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth, gripping the cock-head tightly like a rubber band, making him go all the madder with heavy pressure. He felt her consistent movement as her lips continued sliding down the thick length of his heavy meat. Her hot mouth surrounded his phallus, soaking it, making him shudder. He loved the pressure from her inner cheeks, and used his fingers to press them even deeper, letting his hot flesh feel even more pressure. The delight was excruciating.
His dusky seductress began sucking and nibbling at the same time. This was the first time Carolyn had ever done anything like this, and she was enjoying it as she never believed she would. The taste of his cockflesh thrilled her more than anything else up to that moment. And though his thickness stretched her mouth, she loved every bit of it. Her tongue licked the bloated glans, curling around it as if doing this was the most natural thing in the world. All the flaming hunger she had felt concentrated in her pussy now moved to her mouth. And even the pain in her cunt was lessening to where it had all but disappeared.
Henry was groaning and sighing above the girl's moving head, his fingers pressing her cheeks all the more tightly. He really wondered if she would be willing to swallow his joy juice once it was expelled from his hard cock. Hell! She had come looking for him. It wasn't as if he'd forced his will on her. If he wanted to shoot into her mouth, that was precisely what he would do, just as he'd done .with Bobbi the night before. No one was going to direct where he would unload his spunk.
He flexed his thighs forward and back, plunging his stiff prick in and out of the oval hole formed by her luscious lips, rolling his buttocks around on the needle points of her hard nipples. Staring down at her beautiful face, he loved to watch the way his glistening cockflesh moved in and out between the wet, wild lips, as if they were her vaginal labia. He wasn't feeding his entire length into her. The cock was very long, and he knew this wasn't his wife, whose gullet could open to easily accommodate all of him. He had to settle for two thirds of his cock being buried in the sweet girl's sucking mouth. God! He could feel every nerve inside him pulsating and throbbing and twitching as he thrust it again and again into the moist, hot cave of her gulping mouth.
At one point he was all set to shoot down her throat, and had he continued pumping, that was precisely what he would have done. Her sliding tongue moved around and around the monumental staff, and he could see she was willing and able to swallow his come. But he decided her tight pussy was the right place to finish what had been started. Even if it meant stretching her cunt, he would be able to impart pleasure.
Tugging his cock from her willing mouth, he slid back down her body. Carolyn felt him moving and knew what he was going to do. Even if it pained her she was willing, because she knew she needed satisfaction. Wasting no time, she parted her thighs, feeling his body coming to rest between them. Once again she reached down with her hands, and once again placed the mighty pole at the entrance to her interior. This time she was ready. This time there would be no hymen to destroy. She could sense the lust-moistened opening of her tight twat throbbing in desperate anticipation of what was to come as his solid member began to slowly push into her.
Once again she felt the pain of being stretched, but she was determined to have the entire length inside her. This time he didn't move too slowly. Little by little he began feeding his entire length into her, moving non-stop, stretching her interior walls until she was certain they would snap wide open. The resistance was wonderful, and with the pain she could feel overwhelming quantities of delight. Her clamp was so tight, she almost made him shoot his wad. Only the greatest willpower kept him from blasting into her.
"Aaayyyaaaggghhhhhh!" she gasped, the sound of her voice effectively hiding the clicking sound as Bobbi took pictures.
Staring, Bobbi wondered how the tight, fifteen year old girl could contain her husband's thick cock. She felt sympathetic pains, remembering how many times he had hurt her when stuffing his sausage into her hot center. Just staring made her vaginal muscles tighten, and she almost tore Hank's fingers from his hand when she realized he was touching her pussy from behind.
"Oooooooh, yessssss ... " Carolyn moaned under him, feeling her entire tender pussy flower open to greet his obtruding cock in spite of the pain she was feeling. Her sucking cunt actually seemed to eat him up, and she began sighing and moaning noisily.
Henry was tired of waiting and being cautious and considerate. The time had come to fuck, and fuck he would. He pounded into her viciously, clenching his teeth, feeling wild, abandoned thrills rumble through him. Her body obeyed his every movement, jerking in wild abandonment under him.
"Uhhhhhh ... Jesus ... uhhhhhh . terrrrrrificccccc ... uhhh..." she gasped, sounding as if she were in deadly pain. Yet her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, tugging his hairy chest into the soft velvet of her small bosom.
Henry slammed his blood-filled muscle deeper and deeper with each thrust, plunging it ever farther into the soft, hot, fleecy depths of her anxious cavern. He seemed to feel her entire inner belly open to his internal massage, and realized, though the girl was a virgin, his cock was flowing back and forth inside her with greater ease than it moved through his wife's tight nest.
Carolyn's slender body jerked and twitched and wrenched itself from side to side as she moaned and sighed, her face twisting as it lined itself with ecstasy. Her lips moved ceaselessly, and her nostrils flared in untamed animal desire, feeling a wild tingling take complete possession of her body. She wriggled and squirmed as if in the throes of epilepsy. Her forehead was coated with heavy beads of perspiration. She could feel her fulfillment was somewhere close at hand, and she intended receiving it. Henry was pounding into her lithe body like an insane madman.
"More, MORE!" she gasped, slamming her slender torso up to meet his down-driving thrusts.
Bobbi stared in wonder at the way her husband was humping into the beautiful fifteen year old girl. She knew this was the way she looked when Henry fucked her, and though she continued taking pictures, she realized she felt more than a little jealous. Not that Henry was really taking anything away from her. Hot as she felt, she also felt tight, and she knew if her husband's cock was filling her, it would really cause her agony. Yet something was filling her.
Suddenly she realized her panties were somewhere down around her ankles, and Hank was standing behind her, pumping his own cock into her tight cunt. She gripped the phallic rod as tightly as she could, squeezing and crushing it, yet staring straight ahead, watching the arousing sight on the bed. Hank's hot cock thrilled her all the more, moving through her as she watched what her husband was doing to Carolyn. She bit her lips to keep herself from grunting. It was one thing for her to catch her husband in the act. It would be quite another thing for him to catch her in the act, catching him in the act.
"MORE, MORE, MORE," Carolyn was shouting, filling the bedroom with the sound of her voice. "Fuck me more.
Henry's strong hands slid under her supple buttocks, cupping them, raising her body a little higher, letting him plunge his hot member in all the harder. His thumbs tugged her buttocks farther apart, and he drove into her cunt as if he intended literally splitting her in two. With his weight on his knees, he plunged all the more solidly into her, using all the strength in his loins, feeling the smooth, sucking flesh of her vaginal interior tighten all the more with each plunge. He almost raised his knees off the bed, plunging into her from the tips of his toes, stuffing the last swollen inch of hard cock into her simmering pocket of pussy. He was bringing new, loud, ecstatic cries from the beautiful girl's weeping lips, letting his solid length slam into her hungry vagina. Her nostrils were flaring widely, and her glassy-eyed gaze saw nothing, staring up into the white of the ceiling. Wild, unfulfilled desires shuddered through her entire being.
Henry was staring at her face, watching her expressions, enjoying the way her loveliness contorted because of the way he was plunging into her. She bucked and churned under him, a total slave to the fuck he was throwing into her. Her arms now slithered down his back, her long nails raking bloodlines to his buttocks. He was continuing to pound maddeningly into the center of her unprotected nakedness, and each movement produced a new, obscene, wet, smacking sound.
She could feel his hands squeezing her buttocks, driving her wild, and her sweet cunt now sucked his malebone as surely as her mouth had done not too much earlier. The complete area of her thighs was running with heavy moisture pouring from her interior, overflowing wetly into the crack between her sweet, round buttocks.
Her body was slippery from perspiration, and her wild gyrations increased all the more. Her head flailed wildly from side to side on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath her. Her lips were wide apart in rapturous abandon. She had turned into something insane, with animal like qualities as she bucked and spun and twisted and turned, trying to open her thighs even wider. She wrapped her calves over his back as if to tug him deeper, urging him to fuck harder.
"More, more, more, more, more," she continued chanting, almost wheezing as if in some kind of asthmatic state. She sounded as if she were near death, and realized her orgasm was approaching. She was going to come.
This was going to be a big moment in Carolyn's life. She had never masturbated, though many of her girlfriends had, and so this would be her first orgasm. And it was going to be something spectacular. She could really feel it. She wiggled from side to side, trying to get him to screw his meat even more deeply into her.
"I'm ... uhhhhhh ... going to ... ARRGGHH ... COME..." she gasped.
Her voice had gone to a high-pitched squeal of overpowering rapture as her ankles closed tightly around his body, holding him in a literal death grip. When she would have gasped again, she felt his mouth close tightly around hers, his tongue lancing in to her throat, stopping her from making sounds as she bucked, then arched and remained arched, no longer moving as her hot cunt began squeezing, jerking and tugging in a mad, rhythmic pulsation, spewing her climactic lubricant out around his thick cock against his pelvis. The rest of it ran down her asscrack into her puckered ass-hole. Some of the lubricant soaked his sperm-making balls. The wildness of her overpowering orgasm built a heavy need inside him, and his fingers gripped the rubbery cheeks of her round buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her wither beneath him as he uttered gasps into her throat.
"Unh, unh, arrrgghhhhhh, oooh, ahhhhhh," he sighed and cried, increasing the strength of his plunging, his flat belly smacking heavily against hers as he buried and re-buried the hard length of his cock all the way inside the pink flanges of her wide open snatch. He was pumping into the deepest recesses of her tight box and felt he would shortly shoot. Damn it all, he had to shoot. If he didn't, his entire body would explode. The pain in his balls was killing him. He had to come!
"YAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he screamed into the depths of her mouth, pumping insanely into her slender body, thrusting so strongly it appeared he might break her in half. Blast after blast of his heavy liquid sperm shot into her.
And at that same moment Bobbi felt an orgasm of her own hit her as Hank Abner unleashed his own spunk into the creaming depths of her own forbidden slash. It took all the willpower of the two not to scream and give themselves away.
When it was over, Bobbi stepped out of her panties and used them to wipe the dripping sperm from between her thighs. Then she handed them to Hank and motioned for him to dump them in the bathroom hamper.
Meanwhile, her husband was withdrawing from the chocolate-skinned girl and lying beside her, getting ready to rest. This was the time for her to act.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well now, this is what I call an interesting sight," Bobbi said, coming into the room. "And I have quite a few color pictures."
"BOBBI!" Henry Rogar exclaimed. "OH GOD!"
Carolyn was already sliding under the covers, hiding herself. Had her cheeks been able to redden, they would have done so.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you can explain everything," Bobbi said.
Henry merely reddened, feeling guilty as hell.
"I don't want explanations," Bobbi told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"
"Frankly, I think what's good for the gander is good for the goose," she replied. "And since you like playing around with little girls, I think it only fair I play with a little boy."
"Bobbi," her husband snapped, "you stop talking this way."
"Henry, I see no reason why I can't enjoy myself the way you've been enjoying yourself."
"Hey now, you know better..."
"I know what I saw," she insisted. "Not only that, but I have photos to back everything up. And since you were so nice about letting me watch you and this young lady do things, I think it only fair to let you watch me. Hank!"
Hank Abner came into the room, his face beet-red.
"What the hell is this all about?" Henry Rogar shouted.
"This is called tit for tat," Bobbi replied, pulling off her dress. "And if you try to interfere in any way, I'll circulate these photos all over town. I have some others hidden away elsewhere," she lied, "so even if you destroy these, I'll still be able to use those others. You two are going to watch Hank perform with me. If you feel like joining in, you're more than welcome, but don't try stopping us."
"Come on, Bobbi," her husband pleaded.
"It's no use, Henry," Bobbi told him. "You started this. From now on, I intend having as many lovers as I wish. And as long as it doesn't take away from you, what are you worried about? You'll still get as much of me as you want." And I'll be able to enjoy you all the more, because you won't cause pain, she added, silently.
She motioned for Hank to undress. The boy was reticent at first, but she was adamant, and in a few minutes, he was as naked as she. Being young, he had a lot of stamina, and his cock was already hard, set to go again. But he wanted to put it somewhere else. He had fucked Bobbi's lush cunt already, and she had given him one helluva blow-job. She had taken his "cherry" and he figured it was time for him to take one of hers.
Seeing the thickness of her husband's cock, he was certain she had never been plugged in the ass, and said, "Mrs. Rogar, Bobbi, would it be all right if I fucked you in the ass?"
In the ass? Bobbi had always been too frightened to let Henry try that. As it was, his cock hurt her vagina. It would tear her ass-hole to shreds. If there was any cock she would have wanted initiating her ass, it would have been that of Alan Silver. But Alan wasn't there, and Hank was. Besides, she had to make her husband feel a little jealous, and what better way than to give something to the boy she had always denied Henry.
"All right," she nodded. "In the ass. Now the two of you," she said to her husband and Carolyn. "Off the bed. It's our turn to use the playground."
Carolyn slid out from under the covers. When she would have reached for her hot pants and halter, Bobbi said, "Just leave everything where it is. Let Hank get a good look at that luscious body of yours while he's poling me. It'll help to keep him hard."
"Yeah," Hank nodded, his tongue hanging out.
Bobbi saw Henry was already as jealous as hell. But she didn't care. She wanted him used to seeing her fucked by the boys. This way, she would eventually be able to take his thick cock anywhere inside her body because she would be able to relax all her muscles.
Henry and Carolyn moved over to the dressing table and sat side by side on the small bench, though Carolyn was almost sitting in Henry's lap. Well that suited Bobbi. She wanted Henry heated up again. If she could get him to join in and fuck her while Hank Abner was giving it to her in the ass, she would never have to worry about hiding things from him again.
Standing near the bed, she saw the way Hank's eyes literally bulged until they nearly popped out of his head as he stared at her full breasts. He reached out slowly to touch them. When Henry, her husband, would have opened his mouth, she fixed him with a stare which told him to shut up. She remained unmoving as his palms closed over both of her semi-extended nipples. He began rotating his palms, making the nipples swell and harden. Then he pulled them between his thumbs and fingers, pushing them in, making them almost disappear into her breast, then releasing them and watching them pop out.
Bobbi felt the heat start simmering in her anxious cunt. The fucking-Hank had given her before was only an appetizer. She wanted more and more and more. Wanton lust was shooting through her, and she almost wished it was her husband's expert hands that were touching her instead of the boy's unsure fingers. Even so, Hank was a desirable boy, and as he got older, he would get a lot better.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, knowing the sound of her voice would arouse her husband. It would also arouse his jealousy a bit more, but she was supposed to be teaching him a lesson for being unfaithful to her. Only she knew it was something she had wanted to happen. "You have nice hands," she said to Hank.
"Gee, thanks," he nodded, letting her know he appreciated the compliment.
Hank was the kind of boy who would be domineering when he grew up. Bobbi could tell it from the way he was handling her. Without causing her to feel any kind of hurt, he was tugging her nipples in such a way as to let her know someday he would become boss. His thumbs pressed on the nipples again and again, massaging them, making the blood rush to them, keeping them as hard and as long as possible.
Bobbi was sighing now, and it wasn't simply to make her husband jealous. She was enjoying what he was doing to her. Inner heat made its way to the surface and washed over her, and some of it transferred to Hank, as well. He was perspiring heavily.
They stood that way for two minutes, Hank's fingers continuing to manipulate her breasts, and then Bobbi drew the boy close to her and gave him a long, drawn-out kiss, making sure her husband saw her sink her tongue into Hank's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "when he pushed back with his own tongue, letting it wash across her teeth. And all the while his fingers continued pulling on her elongated nipples.
Slowly they moved apart, but his hands continued caressing her. He wasn't rushing things, and for this, Bobbi was grateful. It showed the boy was very mature for his age. Deep down, she was certain he was worried about her husband beating the hell out of him, yet he was managing to keep himself under control. Yes, Hank would definitely grow to be a superior lover.
Now Bobbi let her own hands move up and down over Hank's youthful body. He had a firm body. True, there was still a bit of baby fat covering it, but that would disappear in time. Her fingers moved like the wings of a thousand moths, reaching down and fluttering over his solid, erect cock. She liked the boy a lot, and even if his erection still had a long way to go before it reached manhood, it was still large enough.
"Oh, Hank," Bobbi whispered. "That's a lovely penis."
She kissed his lips, and the boy responded again, kissing her back. She could taste the salt of his fear, yet he refused to let it become visible. Her hand gripped his erection solidly, and she felt the boy caress her bare buttocks, stroking softly, and with a surprising amount of sensuousness considering he was still relatively new to all this. His other hand cupped her cunt. His palm rubbed against her wet, aching pussylips, and then she nearly jumped as she felt him sensuously slide his middle finger into her.
"Ahhh ... oh ... uhhh ... good..." she gasped, wriggling madly on his inserted finger.
The pressure of the moving finger, spiraling around inside her tightness made her wriggle madly. And then she could feel his young thumb pressing against her growing clitoris, and the sensations made her vaginal muscles tighten their hold on his finger while her own hand all but squeezed blood from his throbbing cock. She thrilled to the way his probing digit moved and squirmed inside her squeezing vagina. And all the while he moved his youthful body back and forth against the gripping pressure of her hand. The thrusting finger built her anxieties to new, delightful heights.
"Wow!" she gasped to the boy. "You're really good."
She shuddered, arching her body toward him, letting his fingers continue the magic they were performing. She was getting hotter with each passing second, and it made her tug on his hard phallus with even more strength.
Abruptly, his hands stopped working on her. He eased her onto the bed and lay down beside her, pulling her willing body to his. He was no longer conscious of the couple seated on the vanity stool, watching them. All he cared about was the pressure of her heavy breasts against his youthful chest. He could feel her round thighs grinding against his young cock, pressing it against his belly as it stood upright. It pulsated there for an instant, trapped between their heated bodies.
Bobbi felt Hank's young tongue stab into her mouth again, and shivering delight danced up and down her backbone like a thousand shattering shards of glass. Her nipples were long and hard like two pieces of chewy candy.
Bobbi wasn't merely hot, she was scorching. The need to screw had become all-powerful inside her, though she was at a loss to understand why. the young boy affected her so. She had sincerely believed her husband was the only one capable of making her react so hotly. Lord, but she felt like a lewd, depraved animal, and yet she reveled in it.
Hank's tongue was licking madly through her mouth, making her passion increase by leaps and bounds. She trembled with anticipation for whatever would happen next.
He stopped kissing her all of a sudden and spun her so she was facing away from him. The sight of her full, luscious ass seemed to get something off deep inside him. It was a lovely rump, all white and shining, and he wanted to plant his cock between those round, gluteal cheeks.
He pressed his rampant cock against her ass-cheeks, letting it rub in the crevice between them. The feel of it made Bobbi even hotter. For the moment she forgot he wanted to put it into her rectum. She rose to her knees, pulling her thighs wide apart, and thought he would jam his meat into her cunt from the rear.
"Shove it in, Hank," she told him.
"Right in, all the way up to your heart," he replied, kneeling behind her.
The sight of her open thighs and up-thrust ass-cheeks, with a beard of soft black down covering her pelvis as she rose to her knees set Hank's body on fire. The beckoning of her pink cunt was inviting him to shoot his arrow of delight into her. His solid prick began shuddering up and down madly, and liquid started oozing out and dripping from the mottled red glans. A similar liquid was coming from inside Bobbi's vagina, making her pinkness glisten.
Fuck me! Bobbi thought to herself. Fuck that cock into me and really make me come!
Hank was already kneeling between her thighs, his own flat belly almost rubbing against her rounded ass-cheeks. He stared at the smoothness of those cheeks, admiring the stretched, taut flesh. Bobbi could almost feel the boy's eyes burning into her rectum as she writhed and undulated her body from side to side, trying to make herself even more alluring.
Then she felt his knees coming forward, and he was gripping his solid young cock in his hand, pressing it against her vaginal opening from behind. But he wasn't shoving it into her. All he did was rub the head against her leaking outer lips repeatedly, then push it forward so his mottled dome teased her clitoris a little.
Stop teasing me, Hank, she thought. Put it in, already!
The thrill of his sensuous penis being rubbed against her ultra-sensitive vagina was becoming too much for Bobbi. Then she felt him tug the cock back, letting it slide along her labia until it touched her perineum. But it didn't stop at that point. It kept moving back, sliding between her full rounded ass-cheeks, and then she felt it softly rubbing against her crinkled anal orifice.
"Get ready," Hank whispered. "I'm gonna shove it into your ass."
Oh, God! Would she be able to take it. She knew Hank wasn't built like her husband, yet her ass-hole was so tight, it would probably feel the same in there, as her husband's cock felt in her cunt. The thought of it burrowing into her rectal flesh scared her, but she didn't dare back out now. Henry and the girl were watching, and she couldn't show them she was afraid. Inside, she trembled, frightened and afraid all of a sudden, even though she was still as hot as ever.
It was too late to think of backing out. She felt him push the thick head of his boy cock against her trembling anus. Still on her knees, she realized how foolish she would look trying to fall down on the bed. Her husband would laugh at her and taunt her, and say she had only been showing off for his benefit, and didn't really intend going through with this.
Her head fell forward and down, pushing into the pillow, and looking back between her widespread thighs she saw everything as it was about to happen. She felt his eyes staring at her tiny pucker as he pushed the point of his youthful cock against it. Her ass muscle was tight and resisting, and she felt the first twinges of pain as his young arms wrapped themselves around her thighs, holding her still as he pumped forward. She tightened her sphincter, reacting automatically, but his young cock was like steel. He pushed, and she could feel the puckered rubber ring starting to stretch, and as she tightened some more, the pain increased. There was even more agony when he finally inserted the very tip into her rectum.
"Uhhhhhh..." she gasped, but didn't dare say more, for fear the onlookers would laugh at her.
She was gasping now, and the perspiration was falling from her body in heavy drops as a cold chill pervaded her body. Staring through her own thighs, she could see Hank's tensed loins, and she realized he wouldn't be content until he'd buried the full length of his youthful pole in her ass.
God!" the boy exploded, feeling the wonderful tight crush of her squeezing rectum as it pressed around the tip of his cock. His hands were gripping her hips tightly, and she felt his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The harder he shoved, the more aroused everything seemed to feel.
"Hank..." she involuntarily gasped. "Ohhhhhh ... WOW!! ! "
"Its ... uhhh ... gettin' in there..." he gasped.
Both of them knew this was one fuck they would never forget. Hell! So far, every fuck with her was one Hank would never forget. She was one helluva fantastic woman.
He pushed his cock a bit harder, lodging it a little deeper now, and as his thick penis moved into her she felt as if he was wedging her ass apart. To Hank, the sight of her ass was that of a beautiful cantaloupe being neatly divided.
"Wow!" he gasped. "Is this ever tight. UHHH! You have a terrific ass, Bobbi. Oh, wow! This is so great."
Soft cries turned to louder whimpers as Bobbi felt her inner rectum searing with hot pain. She only hoped he wasn't tearing her rectal membranes apart, stretching them the way he was doing. She thought her buttocks would literally separate by the time he finished pile-driving his tool into her.
Staring at the way Hank's boy-cock was fitting itself into her, Bobbi had to admit the sight was fantastically arousing. Had she been on her feet, staring directly down at it, she would have helped whoever was doing the buggering to finish. So now, being the one buggered, she could understand Hank's desire to want to complete what he was doing. She could only see the way his balls were dangling, loaded with more semen even after having shot a load into her. The sac wildly swung from side to side as he forced more and more of his thick meat into her tight anus. She groaned as the hot cock continued disappearing into the widened O of her ass-hole, making her gluteal cheeks tremble.
Hank slammed forward a little more, and Bobbi chewed on her lower lips to keep from screaming. More and more of his solid extension was being pushed into her ass. She let all the air whoosh out of her lungs, then took a deep breath, feeling her anal pucker squeeze tightly around the intruding log. It was as if her ass-hole was kissing and sucking the fleshy member. The solid meat in her ass felt so hard, she wondered if it might not actually break if she really applied pressure with her sphincter. Hell! If she suddenly twisted in one direction or another, she would snap the rod off right where it entered her.
"Uuggghhhhhh!" she gasped, as Hank pulled back and slammed his solid meat into her, this time running the full length of it through her tight anal channel. She tried twitching her ass from side to side, hoping she might actually be able to defecate him right out of her. But even as she applied sphincter pressure, she felt Hank lean forward, ramming his meat deeper and deeper into the tightness of her rectum. His hands slid forward under her body and caressed her breasts, gripping them as if they were handles for him to hold as he thrust himself into and out of her. She felt the ponderous staff-start sliding in and out with a bit more ease as his lubricant came spurting out and coating the walls of her ass. Letting go of one breast, she saw him reach under her and grab her vagina, using a finger to massage her tender clitoris, making her hole all the more juicy. He rubbed her oiling cunt until he felt her brandy come dripping out all over his hand and wrist, then he slammed forward again, spiking his solid cock into the blazing depths of her squeezing ass-hole. Her tight ring of anal sphincter made a loud popping noise as it tugged his throbbing dick into her squeezing anal center. She felt the boy slamming it into her with maddening thrusts, listening to the way he was gasping.
Lord! Bobbi thought she would faint from the agony. The pressure of his cock in her ass was as great as the pressure of Henry's cock in her tight cunt. But even with heavy pain tearing at the walls of her rectal interior, she realized she was feeling something else, as well. The incessant moving of Hank's cock, in and out began building a new, licentious satisfaction she thought she would never feel in that place. And then his hand continued rubbing her pussy, the finger titillating her clitoris, and she felt a tingling thrill start to emanate from there, as well.
Relax, she told herself. Relax, and the pain will go away. The whole secret is to relax....
And she forced her body to relax in spite of the desire to tighten up. Now she could feel the young cock moving through her body even more swiftly, and the pain was beginning to fade while the perverse delight was starting to grow. She had become a servant to her own prurience, and now wanted to feel more of the cock thudding in and out of her ass-hole. She could feel it pounding back and forth and she was enjoying it in spite of the heavy pain. God!! ! It was really beginning to be enjoyable.
She felt Hank's bare pelvis bang against the soft cheeks of her rubbery ass. He was gasping and sighing as he consistently slammed his solid meat into the tight, hot depths of her tingling ass. She could see his youthful balls, still dangling, slamming against her shining pussy.
Henry, who had been watching all this time, looked down and realized his own cock was hard and ready for more action. He looked at Carolyn, and he knew she would have been willing, but this time he wanted to fuck his own wife.
Getting to his feet, he walked over to the bed. He lay down, belly-up, then slid under his wife as the young Hank continued slamming his formidable cock into her tight ass.
Bobbi felt Henry sliding under her and opened her eyes. She looked down into the lust-glazed eyes protruding from his head and wondered just what it was he thought he was doing. And then she felt the mushroom of his phallic dome suddenly press against the lips of her tight cunt.
My God! she thought. He wants to fuck me while Hank is still in my ass. Oh, God!
And then the peniel tip was probing between her outer labia, wedging them apart. She was dripping with lubrication, but she was terrified of pain. Even so, she continued telling herself to keep her body relaxed. She had to stay relaxed. Little by little the thick, monstrous pole began easing its way into her, widening her inner lips, separating them and making them form a sucking container for his monstrous marvel. It made Hank's feel like a toothpick by comparison, even with Hank's stuffed in her ass. She shuddered, feeling him reach up and grip her hips, pulling her sucking vagina lower onto his massive reamer. Her interior tunnel continued widening.
No pain, she though. No pain. I must relax.
Her seething box tightly gripped the probe slowly stuffing itself inside, and because of Hank's cock, filling her ass, her unusually tight cunt was even tighter. But with a concentrated effort of will, she kept her thigh muscles completely relaxed, and in spite of feeling completely clogged, she realized there was no pain at all. She was using her cunt to suck on his steel wand, letting her tight box relax and open a bit more to accept more of his penile length. He pressed the weighty rod all the way into her, filling her to capacity.
God!! ! Two cocks, one in her ass, and the other in her cunt, and both stretching her tunnels to the limit. She should be screaming in insane agony, yet she realized there was no pain. She was enjoying it all, shuddering, feeling cold chills, yet also feeling wonderful delights.
Hands held her hips, moving her up to meet the thrust of Hank Abner's slender rod as it powered its way through her ass. Then the same hands pulled her down, letting her feel her husband's meat steam through her vaginal interior.
Carolyn, getting hotter by the moment, decided it wasn't fair for her to be left out in the cold. She wanted in on this action, as well. Rising from the vanity bench, she walked over to the trio, then came to a decision. Leaning forward, she popped one of Bobbi's breasts into her mouth, sucking voraciously on it. It made Bobbi tingle, and she moved her body even faster.
Bobbi felt her body jerk as she was almost pulled upright. Only Hank, with his cock still buried in her ass, kept her from actually sitting up. She was being moved up and down at a terrific rate of speed, and the young girl sucking on her nipples made her feel terrific. Then she felt another movement and opened her eyes.
Henry had grabbed Carolyn's thighs and had pulled her onto the bed. He had made her straddle his head with her loins, and now, as he humped his cock into Bobbi's cunt, he began sucking on Carolyn's pussy. The young girl felt wild, electric tingles shudder through her entire body, never having expected anyone to do this to her. It was so new, even though she was the last one to join the group, she was the first one to come.
"I can feel it," she gasped, "oh Lord, I can feel it. I'm going to come again."
"You do that," Bobbi insisted, humping wildly back and forth between the man and the boy. God! This was wonderful. There was no pain at all now that she was completely relaxed. She was able to take the complete thickness of Henry's cock in her vagina, even with another penis buried in her ass, just because she had learned to relax, and she owed it all to Hank.
"GGGAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, slamming her body back and forth, drenching Henry's face with her orgasmic juices.
Long before her cry died down, Bobbi felt her own orgasms building. There were two at once, and she was going insane, realizing the two were going to hit at the same time.
"YEEEAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, feeling the climax in her vagina strike at the same time the orgasm in her rectum all but vaporized her. She became a helpless rag doll, being buffeted back and forth between the two males, loving every bit of it, but so totally loose she had no control over her body.
And then she felt the blast of thick cream shooting into her ass as Hank screamed a "WAAA-AAAOOOOWWWWW AAAAHHHHHHH!"
The boy pumped fast and hard, shooting a heavy load into her, making the movement of his hard cock even easier, though it wasn't long before his penis began shrinking. But even as it shriveled, she felt Henry, her husband blast his load into her aching vagina as he yelled a long, loud, "HAYYYAAANNNGGGHHH!"
The heavy flood filled her vaginal canal to overflowing, and she was unable to take the pressure. The moment Hank pulled out of her ass, she fell sideways, sliding off her husband's deflating phallus. And as she slowly blacked out for an instant, she saw Carolyn go down on her husband and suck all his juices from around his cock . ...
When she came to, Bobbi felt a tongue licking at her vagina, and was surprised to see the girl drinking all Henry's sperm from her seething interior. The two males lay side by side on the bed, and from what she could see, Carolyn had done a good job of cleaning them both up.
"God!" Henry was saying. "What an afternoon. "I can't remember when I've had such a great time. Bobbi, are you still angry with me?"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Of course not. I guess this is something we'll all have to try again in the near future."
"I'm all for it," Hank Abner agreed.
"And me," Carolyn nodded.
"I guess that makes, it unanimous," Bobbi nodded.
"Heck, the next time I sure would like someone giving me a good workout while you make it with your husband and Hank," Carolyn said.
"I think I can arrange that," Bobbi nodded, thinking of Alan Silver. She couldn't see the boy objecting in any way.
"I still think we should have one female for every male," Henry objected.
"I have a funny feeling well be able to eventually rectify that situation, too," Bobbi nodded, smiling.
No more pain, no more hurt, just a future of good, solid fucking with nothing but pleasure. This was what Bobbi had longed for, and this was what she was finally getting. The future looked very bright indeed.
