His Demanding Mother is, quite frankly, a true autobiography. Antonio Moore is not a real person, nor is the "Tony" of this book real. But the things that happen here, to Tony, are very real indeed.
The mother, cruel and harsh, frustrated greatly by the age of thirty-eight, turned to her own helpless twelve-year-old son for the most perverted pleasures any woman ever demanded from any man. Only Tony wasn't a man ... yet ... just a small, frightened boy child. Mother kept him strung out sexually from that moment on ... kept his frail young body, maturing and growing visibly larger every day, constantly at a stage of sexual readiness, always up and alert and ready to do whatever it was that Mother expected of him ... of his maturing man-boy genitals.
That the exacting sexual tribute she demanded of her son would condition him to such an extent that his already foully mistreated organs would fall additional prey to his two precocious sisters and their near-insatiable sexual appetites was not Mother's intent.
It was only natural that a severe emotional breakdown would take place, a forerunner to what would have been a more serious physical collapse. In the institution, Tony was lucky enough to find a mother substitute in kindly old Dr. Richards, who even went out of her way to make room for Tony's mother and her whirl-wind incestuous visitation.
Yet it was a completely different mother substitute who eventually claimed all of Tony's time and all of Tony's considerable physical endowments and cruelly learned sexual refinements.
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CHAPTER ONE
They started calling me "motherfucker" in school, and everything really turned sour all of a sudden. I guess that's where I ought to start telling you my story ... when they started saying all those dirty things about me, sometimes to my face. I really gave some thought to using this as my starting place; with my twelfth year, that's when we had to move to our new home in a small suburb outside of Springfield, Illinois. We had been more or less forced to move because of all that "motherfucker" business and the scandal back in Ohio where we had lived when they started the dirty talk.
In my childish ignorance, I had confided certain peculiarities of my family to one of my classmates, which I certainly shouldn't have done. He spread it around, and as a consequence, I received beatings almost daily from the other kids, who called me a
"motherfucking" sissy, and my mother a crazy old whore. As the word spread to the older people, it became almost unbearable for all of us to live there. After a couple of months we moved here, my mother finding a job with a big construction company as an accountant.
I was in the seventh grade at the time. Having learned a brutal lesson about the trouble a big mouth can cause, I stayed away from the other kids as much as possible. Some of them tried to make friends with me, but fearing that I might make a slip of the tongue, once we got intimate, I consistently gave the excuse that I had things to do for my mother. I soon had the name of being a mama's boy. I didn't like to fight, and I still don't, but most of them didn't take it any further than a bit of name calling because of my size.
I was big for a twelve-year-old, looking more like sixteen. My whole family, my mother and two sisters, were all tall. My dad had been killed in an automobile accident before my first birthday, so I never knew him.
It was one of those days, about a month after we'd moved in, when I found myself standing on the sidewalk with two other guys, after school. They wanted me to play ball.
"Don't tell us you've got things to do for your mama again!"
"Aw, fuck him, Tommy! He probably couldn't catch a ball if you put it in his hand. Let's get outta here!"
I wanted to hit the little bastard, but I just couldn't do it. Instead I watched them walk off till they had rounded the corner, wishing that I could go with them. Wishing for another that I could keep my big mouth shut.
Dejectedly I turned and headed for home, trying to puzzle out why my life was so different from that of the other kids. My sisters and mother treated me more like a pet puppy than anything else. I knew my life was different from the other guys, but I hadn't seen anything wrong with it. It was only after all the beatings and having the kids tell me to get fucked that I began to wonder. I was even beginning to feel bad about mom's favorite ritual with me every day, although I sort of liked it. Mom didn't make a hell of a lot of money, even though she was a good accountant, because she was a woman. At that time they sort of frowned on women accountants.
I turned into the front walk, feeling a sort of comfort as I walked through the front door, into the security of my house.
"Well, well, if it isn't little Lord Fauntleroy!" Carol was sitting on the couch in her bathrobe, a good-natured smile on her face. She had been painstakingly painting her toes, one foot pulled up on the cushion, exposing the soft whiteness of her thighs. Her face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Hey! How'd you like to finish my toes for me?"
I screwed up my face at her, deliberating whether I should do it or not. Carol was a damn good-looking girl. I always felt a strange feeling of excitement lately, when I'd be around her or my sister, Jeannie. She sneered at me when she saw the look of indecision on my face.
"Aw, c'mon, it's not gonna kill you. Besides, it's a pain in the neck for me to bend over, doing it."
"Okay!" I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of her.
A smile of satisfaction came to her lips as she sat back into the couch, raising her leg and setting her foot on my knee like it was a shoe-shine stand.
Taking the polish she handed me, I very carefully began painting a nail, trying not to get the polish onto the skin. Her toes wriggled suddenly and my hand slipped, running a crimson streak across the flesh.
"For Christ's sake, watch what you're doing, will you?"
I looked up in surprise at the sound of her voice and stared in curious fascination at a sight that was completely new to me. Her bathrobe had fallen open all the way, with her fast contortions, exposing a clump of dark curly hair at her crotch. Her legs were spread in lazy indolence as she frowned down at me. The curly, short hairs almost completely surrounded a mound of puffy, orangish-colored flesh. A wrinkled gash ran down the center, pinkish and glistening like the dew on grass in the morning. A weird, musty smell exuded from it, a light fishy odor that I had encountered several times, in my sisters' and my mother's bedrooms.
As if hypnotized by the sight in front of me, I saw Carol's fingers come down over it, rubbing in the gash, and I became aware that she was smiling at me. I blushed guiltily and looked down at her feet.
"Here!"
She leaned forward and put her fingers under my nose.
"You wanta sniff what it smells like?"
The smell was a lot stronger on her fingers, and they were shiny wet where she'd had them in the pinkish hole. I heard her laugh as I sniffed, and then without warning she wiped the slippery wetness of her fingers over my face! Just then the door opened and Mother came walking in. I went back to painting Carol's toes, my face flaming red with embarrassment, and trembling with a nervousness I didn't understand.
"That's the way, Carol! We'll get our baby trained yet!" Mom said and laughed.
Her laughter made me blush even more. I tried to hide my growing anxiety, by directing all my attention to painting Carol's toes. I noticed vaguely, how pretty Carol's feet were. They were firm but soft, and the toes were straight and well shaped.
"Tony!" I heard Mom call from the bedroom, just as I was putting the final touches on a little toe. "Tony, come here and get your vitamins."
"Time for your vitamins, Tony!" Carol giggled, giving a light shove with her foot, to my face.
I blushed again, because she was making fun of me, and getting up, I walked toward Mom's bedroom. This particular ritual had been the cause of all our trouble in the old neighborhood, or at least the start of it. I sort of liked it though, as I've said, so what the hell.
Mom sat there on the bed in her bathrobe, smiling as I walked through the doorway. Because of the trouble, and my own feelings of humiliation, I had once half-heartedly told her that I was getting too old for that. She had blown up over my reluctance, insisting that it was good for me. I didn't give it a second thought after that, my conscience relieved.
I walked over next to the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her, between her legs. I heard the soft rustle of her bathrobe, as her hands pulled at the top, opening it, exposing the full roundness of a brown-nippled breast. I leaned forward and took the spongy softness of her nipple into my mouth.
My face melted to her soft breasts as her hands caressed my head through the bathrobe she had drawn over me. Because of continuous breast-feeding me, her breasts had held milk for a long time. They had eventually dried up anyhow, but for some reason she insisted on continuing the ritual, long after the milk had gone. The soft warmth of her breasts always gave me a drowsy feeling of contentment. Even the familiar scent of her flesh had a comforting effect on me. I felt the pleased tremors through her flesh as her hands clutched my head to her. A low moan seemed to float from her. Mixed with my feelings of contentment, I had recently begun to experience a strange excitement, which for some reason frightened me.
I found myself becoming more and more uneasy around my sisters too, especially Carol, who seemed to be constantly trying to find little things for me to do for her. Personal things, like painting her toes, or kneeling behind her to straighten the seams of her nylons, at which times she'd manage to "accidentally" bump her butt into my face.
Then too, she was always teasing me about what a fine young man I was getting to be, and grabbing at my crotch. At that time I still didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
Jeannie, my other sister, was almost as bad. She was always kissing me and putting her arms around me, making me dance with her, and rubbing her body all over me. She called me her "sweet baby brother." Lately, she'd been making me open my mouth when she'd kiss me, and she'd slobber her tongue around inside, which she said was a sexy way to kiss. I always got a mouthful of spit, but I didn't mind too much, because for some reason it excited me to feel her tongue moving around like that.
After Mom got through with me, she lay down on the bed for a nap. I spent the rest of that day just doing things for Carol and Jeannie. Nothing too much happened for the next couple of days, till one night after I'd fallen asleep. Everything was as quiet as a church when I woke up, feeling strangely feverish and with a funny trembling feeling, deep down in my stomach. In sort of a daze, I suddenly felt the urge to piss, only it was somehow different. I reached down to grab myself, frantically trying to get out of bed. A sense of shock hit me as I felt how big and hard I was down there!
Halfway out of bed, my body stiffened, and I halted in mid-air, uncontrollably jerking in spasms. A hot flash of dizziness swept over me, a sudden weakness dropping me back to the bed as I felt my thing jumping in my hands, and a hot sticky wetness shooting out over me.
I hadn't pissed, I knew that, but I couldn't figure out for the life of me what had happened. I had some faint stirrings before, but never anything like this. Being as how I never hung around with the other kids, and Mother and my sisters had never really told me about anything, I was pretty dumb about myself. It was quite a while before I went to sleep that night, and I was preoccupied most of the next day at school, trying to figure out what had happened.
After I got home that afternoon, I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I took out my thing and studied it. I twisted it, pinched it, pulled it around, and pulled the skin back from the head, trying to solve the mystery. All of a sudden I felt a rush of heat come over me, and stared in fascination as I watched it grow, rising slowly up till it was standing straight and amazingly hard. I touched it gingerly, and slowly began pulling the skin back and forth over the head-my new-found enjoyment so great, I didn't notice the door open.
"Tony! Well, I'll be damned! We've finally got a man around the house!"
I looked up, startled. IT WAS Carol. It looked like she had been getting ready to take a bath. A strange, animal look came into her eyes as she stared at my cock. She shut the door quietly behind her, never taking her eyes off me, and I heard the metallic click of the lock as it snapped in place.
She undid her robe and let it fall to the floor at her feet. With a superior, knowing smile on her face, she undulated slowly toward me, like the cat stalking the mouse. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open in stunned surprise.
Coming to a stop in front of me, she pushed aside my nerveless hands, gently grabbing my half-hard cock, which had lost some of its steel at the shock of her entrance. Her hands were gentle on me, and the soft feel of her fingers as they manipulated my foreskin soon brought it throbbingly erect again. Holding my cock loosely in one hand, she put the other on my shoulder and pushed me backward.
"Let Carol show you something nice, baby brother," she purred, her voice a low excited whisper.
Her eyes had a muddy, molten look to them now, no longer superior or knowing. She bowed her legs and moved over me, positioning herself directly above my throbbing cock. Her firm full breasts hung directly in front of my face. Unable to resist, I took the hard nipple of one into my mouth, as she began to lower down to me, and suddenly I felt the head of my cock touch something excitingly hot and wet! I sat, mesmerized with the sensation, unmoving, my mouth glued to her breast, a wave of tingling pleasure running through me as I felt my cock completely engulfed in the electrifying, hot balm of her steaming cunt.
I felt the suction of her vagina pull deliciously on my sensitive cock as she raised up, heard the wet, slupping sounds as her hot, meat-squeezing hole worked up and down the shaft. She leaned against me, her breath coming in irregular panting, the soft flesh of her body against me hot and flushed, giving off the erotic smell of sexual excitement. I was in a daze of pleasant discovery as I felt her arms circling my head, holding me tightly to her as she rotated her cunt on my cock, the muscles of her vagina clenching and squeezing on my straining flesh.
I felt her body tense in mid-stroke, her arms crushing my face into her breasts. Her body hung for a moment, and I felt a violent quiver run through her, then her body suddenly relaxing as she slid the rest of the way down on my cock, taking all of me into her.
"Oh motherfucker, Tony! O-Oooh!" Her panting was deep and labored now, as was mine.
My cock felt like it was swelling to bursting inside of her, her juicy, steaming cunt trying to strangle it, milk it with its clutching contractions. She moved slower and slower, halting often, muttering senseless words, as if her mind had slipped. In a veritable blitzkrieg of motion, she suddenly began slamming wildly up and down, twisting and jerking in mid-stroke, wild sounds of furious sexual abandon ripping from her as she sped toward climax. As though lifted on a rocket, my senses soared through a dizzying red wave of blinding ecstasy, as I felt myself deranged with the pleasure of her furiously fucking body. Then I felt my crotch tighten with strain as the still-new feel of my sperm shooting out, had my cock jumping in climactic fever inside of her!
I felt sleepy, still feverish and dazed, happily smothering in the warm flesh of her breasts as she leaned heavily against me. The tide of our passion slowly ebbed off, and with difficulty she struggled up and away from me. There was contented, restful quiet in her eyes, a wan smile on her lips, as she spoke in a whisper:
"You're not bad, little brother!" a devilish smile played on her lips. "I'm really going to show you some things tonight!"
She leaned toward me and gave me a wet kiss. Straightening up, she turned and began running water in the tub. With a queenly air, she shooed me out of the bathroom.
I was in an excited daze the rest of the day, marveling over all the fantastic wonders I'd discovered lately. I felt like someone who had just found the fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and I bet to myself that the other guys in the neighborhood would be happy to have a sister like Carol. The thought suddenly struck me that I'd have to keep my new-found pleasures a secret. None of the other guys would ever be able to understand. It would probably just cause more trouble, and we'd have to move again. I wanted to yell out my happiness to the world-and I didn't dare tell a soul!
When Mom breast-fed me again, that afternoon, I began to understand better the caressing touch of her hands on my head, the muted murmurs of pleasure as I'd suck on her nipples. I realized then that she must not have much fun, like Carol and I had just had. I got a hard-on while sucking her tits, and I squirmed desperately, trying to hide the fact. I thought of how nice it would be to fuck her, but I was afraid she might for some reason get mad at me.
A few days before, while standing in the kitchen, Mom had grabbed my crotch, holding her hand cupped over it, with an intent, searching look on her face.
"Tony, you're going to have to start wearing looser pants. You'll be a man before long." She was of course referring to the bulge I had developed.
Her eyes had held mine for a long time, until seeing my embarrassment, she let go with a laugh. Because of that, I was tempted to ask her now if I could fuck her, if I could show her I'd become a man. But my nerve failed me, and after she'd gotten through with me I left the room in a hurry, my stomach a-quiver with the butterflies inside. I was in such a state, I had to go to the bathroom and jack off to relieve myself.
The night fell, and I readily went to bed, wondering excitedly, what new tricks Carol would teach me. I waited for an eternity it seemed, falling asleep finally despite my excitement.
I groped in the darkness, in a sleepy limbo, struggling to come awake as I felt a soft warm body snuggling up next to me.
"Hiya, lover!"
I felt her warm breath on my cheek, her face next to mine. Her hand touched my body and ran slowly down over it, bringing the goose-bumps to my flesh. Her fingers trailed lightly, caressing my chest and belly, gliding down to my limp cock.
"Remember how you were staring at my cunt, when you were painting my toes?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to find out more about it?"
I didn't answer, my excitement making me mute.
"I could see you liked it. I'm going to let you kiss me down there, and see what it tastes like! She spoke rapidly. "You'll like it, Tony, you really will," she added quickly, as she felt my hesitation, through the darkness that covered us.
I was like clay in her hands, an inquisitive excitement in me that had me trembling in weak eagerness. Her hands moved to the back of my head, and I felt my face pulled into the soft warmth of her breasts. Her hands urged lightly, insistently, on the back of my head, and I felt my mouth being passed down over the soft flesh of her belly, felt her hands clutch my head tightly to her as my tongue ran into the tiny recess of her navel. A tremor ran through her, and she pushed harder on my head, forcing my mouth to the fuzzy beginnings of her bush.
"Go down under the covers, Tony!" she whispered excitedly, an undertone of command in her voice.
I couldn't see anything because of the darkness, but I guided myself down her legs. As I wriggled backward under the blankets, the faint fishy smell of her cunt making me giddy with excitement. Her legs maneuvered quickly, spreading wide around me-her hands, groping under the blankets, pulling at my head, guiding my mouth to the soft slickness of her fragile cuntal mouth.
"Lick me!" she gasped in an excited whisper.
I licked, her cunt bumping at me in shocks of pleasure as my tongue touched the sensitive softness of her love-lips. I wriggled closer, till my mouth was full of the soft, puffy flesh of her lips, my tongue slipping suddenly into the hot, honeyed balm of her vagina. Her hips jerked upward, her pelvis banging against my nose as my tongue touched a vital place.
"Ooh! Oh, Tony! Right there! Right there! Lick me right there!"
Her hands clasped securely behind my head, and I felt my mouth filled, her pelvis jamming into it as my tongue lashed enthusiastically over her bump.
She raised her hips into the air.
"Put your arms under me!" she whispered in a gasp.
I put my arms under her, and felt her soft butt settle on top of them. I felt her hands gripping my arms underneath her, using them for leverage to keep my mouth locked to her crotch. I was firmly secured, my lower jaw buried in her vagina, her hard little clit and pelvis pushing hard against my mouth.
My head moved with her slowly straining, rotating loins, as I sucked on her little prick. The honeyed balm of her overheated love-glands began to flow like the elixir of the gods, saturating me, the creamy slickness of her juices tickling my throat as it oozed its way down. Her breathing was coming heavily, her hands pulling and clutching at my arms as though she would like to cram her goodies right down my throat.
"Oooh, suck it!" she moaned, her body trembling, jerking in short motions.
Suddenly her crotch started banging fast, in staccato fury over my face and mouth, driving me insane with sexual fever. Her pummeling flesh making me gasp in erotic delight, her juicy loins bathing me with their gushing honey. She gave a short cry, and I felt myself jerked roughly sideways, her legs clamping in a velvety vise around my head, imprisoning me as she pulled into a pulsating ball of quivering flesh, lying on her side. Stars flashed in my head with the excitement of her soft flesh enveloping me, a flashing wave of heat absorbing me.
Finally everything was quiet and still. Her soft thighs clasped loosely around my head as I breathed in the heady smell of her heated loins, that I was beginning to like so much. Then her legs spread open, releasing me from the wet, humid confines of her thighs. Her arms pulled at me, urging me back up next to her.
"Come on up, baby," she sighed contentedly.
I moved to crawl out from under the covers, and felt a sticky wetness on the sheets. With dismay, I realized that I had cum, the excitement of eating my first pussy completely carrying me away with erotic heat.
Her arms circled around me as I reached her side, her tongue licking into my pussy-flavored mouth.
"Mmmmm," she murmured amusedly, "you taste like cunt! Now that you know how to do it, we'll do it together!"
She pushed me over onto my back and started crawling over me, her knee bumping my face as she swung her leg over my head.
"Ready?" she asked, once she had gotten into position over me.
Just as I opened my mouth to answer, my breath was cut off by the slick-lipped flesh of her crotch as she plopped merrily onto my head. The lips spread wetly over my face, my nose burrowing deep into the molten flesh.
It had caught me by surprise, and my eyes got wet with her love-juices before I could close them. A shock ran through me, and I forgot momentarily the suffocating weight of her cunt on my mouth. She had drawn the head of my cock into the wet warmth of her mouth!
I strained, my body flexing with pleasure as she sucked madly on me, her teeth nibbling gently on the tender flesh behind the head. All the feeling in my body centered in the electrifying sensations of my cock in her working mouth. I lashed my tongue in a furious fit of passion across her little bump. I had never felt such sensational pleasure in my short life. Fingers of delight thrilled my bones, sending tickling sensations up and down my spine, racking my body with quivering spasms as my organ throbbing frantically in her mouth. Her beautiful suction, the tickling tongue, made me feel as though my nuts themselves would explode in ecstasy.
I jerked uncontrollably, the excruciating peaks of pleasure tearing me asunder. Her hips beat erratically down on me as she neared another climax. Happily drowning in the pungent sweetness of her juice-drenched sheath, my cock swelled and blasted her tonsils with a sizzling flood of cum. She kept sucking till my body had ceased its jerking contortions, her greedy mouth draining the last few pitiful drops from me, leaving me weak and exhausted on the bed. I drifted in a light-headed limbo of contentment.
She moved up next to me, and we lay together in close comfort, resting. After a few moments went by, her hand stealthily crept down my body, quietly and gently caressing me. I felt a terrible ache in my nuts as her cool fingers worked me to a new erection.
"That's better!" Carol purred with satisfaction as my penis valiantly came to a new stand.
I moaned with the pain in my little nuts, as Carol rolled lazily over on top of me. I felt her hand on my shaft, guiding the aching member, and swooned with relief as I felt the liquid warm sheath of her flesh lovingly enclose it in its soothing heat.
She moved slowly, almost imperceptibly above me, till her passions could no longer be contained. I cringed, crying out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, as she began rapidly banging, bouncing on my tortured cock! The bed shook and creaked in such loud protest, I had momentary fears that someone would hear the furious clamor of it. But fears were swept aside as I was spurred on to blinding ecstasy by her wild assault. Relief washed over me like a gentle wave, soothing the agony in my balls as my cock spewed once more, in response to her furious climax!
CHAPTER TWO
Mother and my sister Jeannie had curiously sweet looks for me the next morning as we all sat down for breakfast. Throughout the meal, however, I was bombarded by glances of suspicion from them, and noticed numerous angry looks of jealousy directed at Carol.
I hurried through breakfast with furtive speed, and fearing I knew not what, I slipped out the door as quickly as possible and raced off for school, for once in my life being glad to go. I felt very exuberant throughout that day, and by the time school let out I had completely forgotten my apprehension of the morning. A new kid had moved in, down the street, and himself being sort of a loner, the two of us walked home together, promising to get together some day as we parted.
Everything seemed pretty normal as I walked into the house, except that Mother spent a lot of time talking to herself, as though she were having an argument with some unseen enemy. She seemed especially excitable and nervous as I sucked her breasts that afternoon, clutching me fiercely to her, squirming against me as though about to lose control. She shooed me out of the bedroom after a surprisingly short time, and I heard low moans come from within for perhaps an hour afterward.
Mother was thirty-eight at the time, my sisters fourteen and sixteen, Jean being the oldest. Mother was a big woman, tall and full-bodied. She had dark auburn hair, hot, deep brown eyes, and sort of an agressive attitude developed, no doubt, from the responsibility of raising the three of us by herself. She was a beautiful woman, looking like a well-built Amazon, and I wondered why she hadn't taken another man after Dad had died.
Jeannie and Carol were both near-replicas of my mother, except that their hair was a jet-black, and Carol had gray-green eyes. During the rest of that day my sister Jeannie continuously pestered me, grabbing at my nuts, patting my ass, and chasing me around the house, playfully rubbing against me and Frenching me when she'd catch me. She was getting me quite excited, but I held off, Carol having promised the night before to make a repeat performance that night.
When night came, I had no trouble staying awake, having been stimulated to the point of nervous sleeplessness by Jean's erotic teasing of me. I waited impatiently for Carol, and was relieved at last when I heard the wispy sound of her footsteps on the floor. The covers rustled, and I felt her soft warmth settle in next to me.
"What's new, sweet little brother of mine?"
I almost choked in my surprise as I recognized Jeannie's voice! Temporarily stunned, I didn't hear the other footsteps, or feel her entrance into the bed, till I was imprisoned by the soft warmth of Mother's arms around me!
"You're a naughty boy, Tony, holding out on Mother like that," she cooed. "Especially since Mother's been waiting so long for you to become a man!"
Her fingers stroked through my hair as she spoke, her teeth nibbling my neck and ear-lobes. I felt the soft pillow of her body against my back, much softer than my sister's. Her hand slid down over my body, running down to my penis, which was poking a hole in the blankets with its eagerness.
"My baby's going to be good to Mother. So good!" she purred as her fingers reached the base of my prick.
Mother's and Jean's hands both found my cock at the same time. I felt like a prize piece of meat in a butcher-shop, being fought over, as their hands struggled silently for possession of me. I shivered with the shock of what was taking place. The thought came to me that I had been raised for this one purpose, like a stud horse for a brood of mares!
My prick throbbed in growing heat under their competing fingers, wincing as a stray fingernail would gouge the tender flesh. Mother's hand took possession of me, closing like a velvet talon around my staff, a sigh of triumph coming from her. She pulled me over to face her, her lips brushing in loving and excited fever over my face.
"Just like your dad's," she sighed in pleased satisfaction as her fingers lightly stroked the length of my shaft.
"A lotta good that does me!" Jean mumbled. "What about me?" her voice rose. "What am I supposed to do, masturbate?"
A low, amused laugh came from Mother's lips.
"From what Carol says, Jean, you should know. Our boy has a very talented mouth. Use it!"
I quaked with nervous excitement as I felt Mother's body roll on top of me. A momentary feeling of terror filled me, as I fully realized that I was about to make love with my mother. Despite the numbing feeling of guilt, my cock responded in quivering reflex, as the heated, searching lips of my mother's loins spread tentatively over the head.
I stiffened in pleasure, my cock straining mightily with excruciating sensation, as Mother lunged down on me in one savage, sobbing plunge. A cry of animal satisfaction came from her as I bottomed out in her well. Jean's fingers meanwhile played over my face in the darkness, searching for my mouth as she swung her leg over me. The musty smell of her cunt, pungent as perfume, hung over me like a blanket, and I sensed rather than felt her body hovering over me. Her fingers fumbled with my mouth, spreading it open, while I lay quivering in pleasure, my trembling staff straining, swelling to bursting in the luxurious heat of my mother's teasing, slow-moving cunt. I heard Mother's labored breathing as she rode me, soft moans coming from her, and I waited in suspenseful anticipation for the lush wetness of Jean's crotch to settle on my mouth.
I beat my hips upward impatiently, trying to spur Mother on to a faster tempo. I almost came, my senses reeling in an overwhelming rush of erotic heat, as Jean's viscous vagina plummeted down on my mouth, burying me beneath the pudding-soft wetness of her cuntal lips. Jean had been well excited before her gash had even found my mouth, and I reveled in the slick abundance of her juices.
The bed became a bouncing battleground, Mother's Amazon body bouncing wildly up and down as she flew on the length of my shaft. Jean's crotch ground furiously on my mouth, her fingers tearing in my hair, so far gone in her excitement that she was almost instantly near the point of cummin g.
"Uh! Uh! Aah-h-h!" Jean wailed, mashing down with brutal force over my mouth as her body jerked in climax.
In a bewildered daze from Jean's battering, I felt the asshole-puckering force of a disastrous climax, as my cock shot spasming streams of hot sticky cum into my own mother's womb. Mother, in the throes of her own climax, was nipping madly at the soft flesh of Jeannie's butt as she squirmed on my head, babbling in ecstatic delirium about her beautiful children!
I fell limp beneath the two of them, drained of all emotion, all energy, wallowing in the abundant flow of Jeannie's cuntal juices as she, finally spent, sagged heavily on my head.
As they slipped weakly off me, a soft laughing voice broke the stillness.
"I told you, Mother, we've got a real entertainer here!"
The bed creaked with the added weight of Carol's body as she slipped in with us. With dismay, I felt her searching fingers gingerly grip my limp prick.
"Carol," Mother spoke softly, "maybe we ought to give him a little rest first."
"Oh, Mom this won't hurt him even a little bit!" she giggled impishly.
I felt the soothing touch of Carol's wet tongue lick gently over the head of my prick, slowly chasing away the numbness of post-climax. Mother lay on one side of me, Jean on the other, nestling my head between the soft warmth of their breasts. Mom trailed her nails across my chest lightly, sending chills of pleasure through me, as I thrilled to the slow, loving touch of Carol's tongue, gliding wetly over my sleeping cock.
I felt the animal between my legs slowly raising, quivering erect under the coaxing artistry of Carol's mouth. As it finally stood straight, throbbing in all its glory, she took the head into her mouth and gave it a long, powerful suck, curling my toes with pleasure.
"His dick's hard, Mom." she whispered softly, taking her mouth away.
Mother sat up next to me, her hand stroking my hair.
"Now you can do for Mother, what you did for Jeannie."
Without further ado about it, Mom twisted, swinging her leg over my chest and straddling me. The weight of her threatened to crush me in its softness, and I gasped for breath. With a quiet laugh, she lifted up, moving her wide hips above my head.
I felt Jean joyously jump on my cock, slamming herself down on it with a screech of pleasure.
"Come here, Carol," Mother purred. "There's no reason why you should be left out."
"Coming, Mother!" Carol quipped sarcastically.
I felt the bed moving under my head as Carol crouched in back of me, her feet spread wide, to either side of my head.
"Oh, Mom!" I heard her sigh as the soft slurp of a lapping tongue, gave away what was happening in the darkness above me.
Mother's crotch which had been hovering over my head, now settled in dead weight on my mouth, mashing my head into the mattress. I gagged on the taste of cum that drained from her frothed up cunt. Her pelvis bore deeper and deeper into my mouth as she squirmed over me, till my lower jaw was in almost to my ears, and the cheeks of her bottom rested heavily on my neck. My head moved with her squirming, writhing body as I sucked desperately for air, her hairy pelvis pressed against the back of my mouth, her stiff, meaty clitoris tickling my tonsils.
My hips jerked involuntarily as Jeannie jerked around in a mad frenzy on my cock, twisting and banging about like a screaming banshee as she neared a third climax. I felt her stop, quivering on ray shaft, then suddenly slam down with all her might, taking my cock in to the balls, her sheath squeezing and milking on my swollen cock as she shuddered through her goodies. My cock spat vehemently, flexing defiantly in the tightly squeezing, demanding grip of Jeannie's snapping cunt. With the last spurt, I was almost battered into unconsciousness, already gasping with the exertion of climax, as Mother, cumming, banged her cunt down furiously upon me in her wild hysteria. Stars bursting in my head, I blacked out for a second or two.
I came to almost instantly, and realized with a touch of panic that they were not yet satiated, and indeed were not even going to allow me a moment's rest. Mother's hands pulled impatiently at my hair, urging me to continue, while she unhaltingly sucked on my weakened and sobbing sister Carol, who was headed for another climax. Jean meanwhile was frantically sucking on my shrunken member, trying with all her skill to get it up hard again.
Being driven near to desperation by their unyielding demands, I was not enthusiastic enough in my oral attentions to Mother, to satisfy her. She twisted off me onto her side, pulling Carol down on top of her. With a moan of anxious lust, Carol was soon cannibalistically paying Mother back in kind, bringing her from one powerful climax to the next, with the artistic abilities of her mouth.
Belatedly I struggled to push Jeannie away. My precocious cock was again rising in her mouth, in a painful, nut-racking hard-on that could be eased only by climax. My brain numb with the pain in my dehydrated nuts, I pushed Jeannie onto her I back, ramming my dong into her in a furious search for release . She screamed in delight as I rammed like a maddened bull into her humping I crotch. Her fingernails tore at my back as she strove to take all I could give her. I felt her cum, her body shaking and jerking with the force of it, her legs wrapping tightly around my back. Again she I came, and again, while the pain in my genitals grew, forcing me to bang with desperate jack-rabbit speed into her. She pushed hysterically at me, screaming in fear of another climax, her body racked by the half-dozen previous. As a new climax tore into her, she banged so vehemently that we fell off the bed, my cock and nuts finally finding relief in the release of their venom.
We both woke up on the floor in the morning, Mother and Carol having gone to bed in Mother's room.
After that night the atmosphere at the house changed forever, never to be the same. When I came home from school the next day, Jeannie's first action as I came through the front door was to pull my prick out of my pants. I watched her as with an impish grin on her face, she knelt in front of me and inspected my member.
"Well, he's still in one piece, anyhow!" she quipped, as she stared at the reddened, raw, swollen state the night before had put me in.
My tender young penis wasn't used to the rigors of sexual marathons as yet, and had suffered severely from the amorous abuses of my sex-hungry family. Jeannie looked up at me coyly as she eased the foreskin back from the red, swollen head, a devilish .look in her eye. Keeping her eyes on mine, she put out her tongue and flicked it lightly around my tender head. My penis was more than sensitive now, and it trembled in her hand from the sensation, bringing a low laugh from deep in her throat. Her fingers lightly stroked the shaft, finally pulling the skin back taut from the head, as my meat began to stiffen. Her tongue flicked lightly, all over the head of my cock, till it was straining in a gallant effort toward her mouth!
I watched it throbbing in her hand, jerking at each touch of her tongue. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, as staring at me, she teased my organ till I was heated to dizziness, my breath coming in gasps. Her face swam below me in my distorted vision, as I felt the tightening of my crotch, felt my nuts straining ominously in the sack. I gripped the edge of the table behind me, my legs shaking so bad I could hardly stand. My asshole sucked in as I tried desperately to hold back from cumming.
My cock began pulsating in great heaving tremors in Jeannie's hand, a silvery drop spilling slowly from the little hole in the head. Jeannie sensed that I was ready to cum. Her laughing eyes dulled, glazing over with lust, her mouth opening wide, tongue licking slowly, oh so slowly, around the bulging head. I couldn't stand it any more!
My cock suddenly bucked in her hand as semen jetted from the head. She jammed her mouth over it, sucking madly, eyes shut tight as, with my cock jumping like a kangaroo in her mouth, I clutched tightly to her head for support. My legs gave out as I felt the last of the cum sucked out of me by Jeannie's greedy mouth. I fell over her and we crashed to the floor in a heap. Just then Mother came in, and laughed in amusement at our unseemly entanglement. Seeing the evidence of what had happened leaking from the corner of Jeannie's mouth, she giggled.
"Better watch out, Jeannie. We don't want to spoil our boy."
Mom stepped over us, patting me on the head as she passed, and walked back toward the bedroom. I put my battered warrior back in my pants, and walked into the kitchen for a snack. I had just finished eating, when I heard Mom call for me.
Having just got my rocks, I didn't feel any need for sex, but after the last couple of days I had come to think of myself as the man of the house. I felt it was my duty now, to take care of my women-at least sexually, if not financially. Especially since it now seemed that I had been raised more or less for that purpose. I walked back toward the bedroom, thinking to myself how incongruous it would be if Mother still wanted to feed me her breasts.
As I stepped into the doorway of the bedroom, I realized that she wanted more than just that. She lay on the bed completely naked, like the queen of the Amazons smiling languidly at me, and patted the bed next to her.
"Come here, Tony. I'm going to give you a better look at what you worked on last night!"
I walked over and sat down next to her, looking to her for instruction. She looked at me with a soft smile, reaching up and stroking my hair.
"Sit down there, where you can get a better look, honey."
I moved down to where she had directed me, between her legs. She spread her legs wider, revealing her fat-lipped cunt, the lips parted and pouting, showing the glowing pink of the inner lips. The outer lips were quite large and fat, with thick, curly dark hair surrounding them, the hair trailing off fuzzily into the crack of her ass.
"Lie down, Tony, so you can get a better look."
I lay down between her legs. The heady odor of her vagina stirred my senses, putting me in a hypnotic daze, as she explained the various parts to me.
"... And this-" her finger rubbed between the cuntal lips-"is the clitoris, the most important part in mouth-sex. Put your tongue to it, Tony, and lick over it, as gently and as fast as you can."
Of course, I had heard about that sensitive bump, but at that time I still hadn't known the proper name of it. I put out my tongue as her hands caught my head, pulling me closer. Her hips jerked upward slightly, as my tongue touched. I did as she had instructed, and ran my tongue as fast as I could over the clit.
"Now," she breathed huskily, "suck the lips, and lick all over it!"
I pulled the pudgy softness of a Up into my mouth and sucked the slippery dew from it. She moaned deeply, her cunt straining toward me, in a slow, reaching motion. I licked my tongue, seriously now, all over the lips, over to the tiny crevice where her puffy lips met her thighs, and back. My tongue glided between the slick folds of her lips, deep into her molten canal. I felt my face pulled forward, pressed into the gooey softness of her, my nose burrowing into her canal. Her cunt moved in slow, up and down movements, her bony pelvis rubbing on the bridge of my nose, and I realized dully, that she was fucking herself on my nose.
I was bumped backward as her hips jumped in reflex. It was hot as Hades between her legs now, as panting heavily, she yanked my head back to her cunt, mashing my mouth onto her clit. I knew she was getting close, and I licked with blitzkrieg speed over the now hard and protruding clitoris. Almost instantly, her hips were beating at me like the roll of a drum. Short, jerky movements that had my head bouncing around like a jackhammer! Her body stiffened, a low wail coming from her throat. I gagged as her pelvis jammed deep into my mouth, her hands clamping me to her with brutal pressure as she quivered and shook through her climax!
I lay between her legs, sucking the slow trickles of juice that drained from her fragrant pussy. She rolled over onto her stomach.
"Be a dear, and rub Mother's back, baby." she sighed contentedly.
I kissed her back, rubbing my hands over her till she had drifted off to sleep. That night was a repetition of the night before, and for the week that followed, there was very little change in the agenda. In even such a surprisingly short time, my pecker had begun to toughen up, actually seeming to grow in size. I came to be almost constantly in the state of a half hard-on as, much of my time being spent in orgiastic activities at home, I seemed to be going from one hard-on to the next, anyhow. Then one day, I was introduced by my mother, to a new thrill.
I had just finished bringing my mother to a climax, orally, which had become a habitual afternoon ritual, and was lying under her, her juice-saturated cunt weighing heavily on my mouth. I had become so excited while eating her, her climax being more dramatic and intensified than usual, that my cock was throbbing wildly between my legs, rigidly pointed in weaving defiance at the ceiling. I was so heated with excitement, that I was half mad with need!
Mother pulled off me finally, her eyes glazing over with lust as she noticed the rigid, throbbing club of cock between my legs. Her eyes flashed with lively interest as she ingested the thoughts of my new lesson. A look of mystery in her eyes, a satanic grin on her face, she moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling with her plump rump pointed out.
"You're father used to like it this way, Tony. I think you will too. Get off the bed and stand behind me!"
There was a flashing look of excitement in her eyes as I moved behind her. She pulled her legs up underneath her, and leaned forward on her arms, arching her posterior up to me.
"Come up close to me, Tony."
I moved up against her, my stiff prick bumping against her crotch. Her fingers gripped the shaft and edged it, to my surprise, up to the tiny brown hole of her ass! I stared in fascination as I watched the head guided to the little hole, completely hiding it as it touched the mark.
"Push, darling." Mother commanded.
I hesitated, believing the task impossible, but throwing caution to the winds, I pushed forward. I grabbed her hips, putting all my force into it, but it was like trying to go through a solid wall. Mother arched more, one hand reaching back, pulling on the soft cheek, trying to spread the tiny hole wider. I braced myself and, pulling back just a fraction, banged forward in a furious lunge. I hit, my cockhead ramming against her anus like an ice breaker!
The tiny fortress held, then gave way, the head of my cock jamming halfway in. A short, fearful wail came from Mother, her body tensing, turning still as a statue, afraid to move. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt her, which seemed impossible to avoid, if I continued.
"Push, damn it!" she gasped in annoyance.
Since that was what she wanted, I decided that I would do a good job of it. I rammed with all my might, holding tightly to her hips, ignoring her wails of pain as my too-big cock battered into her anus, stretching it to the point of rupture as the head of my cock disappeared inside. I rotated, widening the opening, and strained desperately to bury the rest of it into her.
"Aaaaiiee! Aaarrgh!" a hellish scream of agony tore from her as the barricades suddenly gave way, and my prick plummeted to the very depths of her bowels!
All sense of consideration or pity were lost to me in the boiling fire of her ass. Never had I felt such insane pleasure as I received from the molten death grip of her unyielding anus! I rammed with the fury of Thor, feeling my cock swell to the point of explosion in her lava pit. Her fingers played with my balls and her clit as I stroked, her pain lessened as her anus loosened in defeat. The moment came, and I lunged with pile-driving fury into her, my cock blasting fresh hot cum into her insides with the force of a howitzer!
Mother pulled forward slowly. My dick was still half hard, and the separation was like the popping of a cork from a champagne bottle! This new experience was to prove to be one of my fondest preferences, in later years.
CHAPTER THREE
As time went on, the oral aspects of my relationship with my mother and sisters became so casual, so taken for granted, that it was ridiculous. Since I enjoy eating pussy almost as much as being eaten myself, I didn't really mind it too much though.
Through Mother's teaching of me, I had become so adept at cunnilingus, that along with the ritual of eating mother out every afternoon, I was required to service my two sisters as well. Of course, our nightly orgies were a different matter entirely, but eating my mother and sisters had become like an afternoon sociable. They would, all three, lay on the bed, side by side, and I'd go from one to the next, till they were satisfied.
Although I generally found relief afterward, by fucking one or the other, my enjoyment of cunnilingus was so great, that I frequently came on the sheets, before I had even finished them! At times, to show how blase they had become about it, they wouldn't even bother to undress, but would merely drop their panties and line up on the sofa to wait their turn. My infatuation with pussy eating at this period of my life, led to an interesting situation.
On one day, which was a holiday, meaning no school, the new boy down the street invited me to his house. My sisters had gone on some kind of a group picnic and mother had gone out of town to visit my aunt Betty, her sister. I didn't mind being left alone and welcomed the idea of a change in pace. Mother had offered to take me with her, but although I hadn't seen aunt Betty for over three years, I had never liked her and decided to stay at home.
Having a whole day to myself gave me the feeling of an adventurer, as I walked down to Bob's house. His mother gave me a warm, friendly greeting as I entered. Bob was sort of a skinny kid, tall like me, but looking sort of sickly, especially because of the glasses he wore. His mother, like mine, was a big woman, except that she had blonde hair, a fair, peaches-and-cream complexion, and a full cheeked, jovial, German face. Her eyes were a gray-blue with a mischievous glint in them. I couldn't see any resemblance whatsoever between the two of them, which puzzled me.
While I was there, Bob and his mother got into a playful tussle and he ended up on the floor with her on top of him. She knelt over him, straddling his thin chest, laughing, pinching his cheeks and slapping him lightly. Her skirt had pulled up around her thighs, revealing the creamy softness of them, and I flashed in excited jealousy as I pictured myself down there instead of Bob. My immoral thoughts caused my dick to bulge conspicuously in my pants and unnerved me so badly I had to leave the house immediately. As I left I thought I noticed Bob's mother's eyes swing to the bulge in my pants, but I didn't take the time to think about that.
Mother and my sister hadn't gotten back by the time night had fallen, so I took the opportunity and went back to Bob's house. I sneaked around from window to window till I found his mother's bedroom. The shade was drawn but there was just enough of a crack to see through. I settled down to wait for them to go to bed.
I didn't have too long to wait. His mother walked into the room first, followed by her husband. Now I understood where Bob got his sickly looks from. His Dad was tall and gaunt, with thick eyeglasses and an anemic coloring. They began to undress, laughing with each other about something I couldn't make out. My nuts ached with need as I watched Bob's mother get undressed. Her hips were wide and full; long creamy soft legs; full, white breasts with nipples tinted the color of orange, and peaches-and-cream all over. I quivered with lust as I viewed the main source of my interest. The hair of her cunt was the color of straw, sort of a matted brownish gold. The flesh of her cunt, what I could see of it, was an orangeish pink, the lips cherubic in their fatness. She walked over to her husband and playfully pulled at his prick.
His prick looked like a candle, sickly white in color and appearing longer than it was, because it was so slender. With a silly grin on his face, they went to bed and were soon going forcefully at it. Twice during the course of their fucking, his cock slipped out of her juicy cunt. I almost doubled over with laughter at his frantic fumblings to get it back in. The look of deep concentration on the face of Bob's mother, while they were fucking, showed that she was trying to get all, or more than all of him into her. It was all over almost before they'd really gotten started.
Her husband patted her on the ass, a pleased smile on his face, probably proud of the fact that he'd been able to cum, and rolled over onto his side to go to sleep. A sad little look on her face, Bob's mother reached over and turned out the light, laying back to the bed. I stared thoughtfully into the darkened bedroom, wondering whether she had been able to get anything at all out of their sexual farce.
A few minutes had gone by when I caught a movement on the bed and saw the pale form of her leg push out from under the covers. Soon I could see the dim form of her hips and noticed her hand, down by her muff, moving slightly. The movements kept up for a while, and then her body gave a couple of sudden jerks. Her husband stirred restlessly and, with a furtive movement, she drew the covers back over herself.
I got back to the house that night just before my sisters and mother got home. For once they weren't in the mood for sex, but that was perfectly all right with me. I was too busy with my own thoughts to be interested in an orgy. I lay awake half that night thinking about the creamy thighs and the beautiful body of Bob's mother.
The next day was a Saturday, with my sisters being off again, and mother laying in bed sick and wishing to be alone. I walked down to Bob's house, hoping to be able to learn more about his mother. The back door was open when I got there so I walked boldly in, not bothering to knock. The house was unusually quiet so I called out, the sudden thought striking me that everyone might be gone.
"I'm in the bedroom, Tony." his mother's voice came drifting to me from the direction of her bedroom.
I walked toward the back of the house, where the bedroom was located. Fingers of excitement tickled over me, the idea that she might be alone in the house sending an exciting shiver down my back. She lay on sort of a day bed against the wall, one leg propped up and a drowsy look in her eyes. I became suspicious as I noticed her skirt hiked up around her thighs, and smelled the peculiarly exciting scent of a heated vagina.
"Where's Bobby?" I mumbled, searching for something to say.
"His dad took him to a ball game, Tony. I don't really know when they'll be back."
I stood there sort of stupidly for a moment and slowly sat down on the floor, leaning against the day bed. I muttered something about not having anything to do, and being alone. She said that that was a shame, and we talked about nothing for a few minutes.
"You sure are beautiful!" I blurted out, feeling like the town idiot as I spoke, my face blushing a bright red.
She glanced over at me, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Her eyes turned warm as she saw the anxious look on my face.
"Oh, Tony, that's a nice thing to say. You are a nice boy."
Her hand moved toward me and she playfully mussed my hair. The butterflies were dancing in my belly. She sighed lazily and lay her head back, closing her eyes. I stared at the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs. A sudden rush of heat came over me, stealing away my sanity, drawing me to her like a magnet!
As if in a trance, my head moved forward and I tasted the soft, creamy flesh of her thigh. Her body jerked at the touch of my lips and I felt her hands fumbling frantically at my head. Berserk with excitement, I pushed my head under her skirt, my face burrowing between her thighs as she struggled to sit up, trying to push me away.
"What-are-you-doing?" she panted, pawing at my head.
Flashing red waves of pain blinded me as her fists pounded at my head, but I was too far gone to care, too close to my goal. My nose was buried in the soft, curly, fragrant mat of her pubic hair, my tongue straining desperately down to the velvety tongue of her clitoris. Her soft female flesh covered my face like a pillow, the strong musty smell of her cunt driving me mad with hunger.
The tip of my tongue found her clit, causing her body to jerk in sensation and her flesh to tremble against me as she sobbed in nervous excitement. Her forceful hammering on my head subsided, her blows becoming weak and futile. Her body shook convulsively, my face burrowing deeper as her thighs parted slightly. I felt her hands on my head petting me now instead of hammering as her breath came in near hysterical sobs.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned, her hands holding me possessively to her.
With a gasp she fell back, her legs sprawling out wide. I snaked anxiously between her legs, burying my face in the slick, pinkish pudding of her cunt! I felt the temperature rise around my face, her thighs burning up with fever as her passion grew. The soft flesh between her thighs became slippery and wet as her cunt gushed the oils of her excitement. She pulled her skirt way up, moaning to God for forgiveness, spreading her legs wider, and arching her cunt to my face in much the same way that I had seen her humping to take her husband's prick.
Weird clucking sounds filled my ears and I realized that they were coming from her as the all-consuming fires of her loins made her mind wander through limbo. A moan poured out from her and my face was pulled crushingly to her, mashing into the gooey opening of her cunt as her hips danced upward in ecstasy. I sucked her cunt like a mad man, licking all over, trying to devour her all at once as I, myself, was lost in insane lust for her body. I couldn't see for the creams that blinded me, couldn't breathe for the honeyed juices that washed over me!
Suddenly I was lost in a chaos of banging fury, my face battered by the machine gun banging of her cunt as she lunged through the destructive madness of her climax!
She sat up after a few moments and pulled my head from between her legs where I had been sucking out the dregs of her goodies. She took my face in her hands and I felt her eyes studying me as her fingers played at the corners of my mouth. I started to speak, but my throat being wispy with the ticklish elixir of her juices, my voice came out in a sibilant whisper, inspiring her to laugh with glee.
"Is it really that big?" she asked, her eyes intent on mine.
"W-what do you mean?" I stammered, although I was almost sure of what she was talking about.
Her eyes flitted away for a second, a slow flush coming to her cheeks.
"You know!" she whined, her eyes looking down at the pulsating bulge of my pants, where my cock was threatening to burst the seams in its mighty effort to rise.
She stared solidly at me, her jaw set as if in accusation.
"I saw your pecker bulging the other day, and I can sure as hell see it now!"
Her hand dropped down to my crotch, her eyes dulling with renewed excitement as her hand felt the throbbing mass inside my pants. She fumbled for a second and then, using both hands, she madly tore my zipper open, pulling my hefty meat into plain view.
"Oh, my God!" she breathed, "and you're still a growing boy yet!"
Her eyes intent on my prick, she got down onto the floor in front of me and began yanking my pants down. I felt as though I were being attacked. She held my prick in her hand and planted a kiss right on the tip of the head.
"Christ! If only my husband's cock was this big," she moaned.
She stood up and flopped down onto the bed, not letting go of my throbbing prick for a second. She begged me to hurry, pulling at my cock. I got on all fours over her, a gasp of pleasure coming from her, before I had even entered. I felt the head of my cock touch between the well-juiced lips, and gave a terrific lunge! Her head jerked back, eyes shutting tight, mouth opening in a smiling, silent moan of pleasure as my engine tore deep into her, splitting apart the narrow walls of her canal, thudding against the tiny mouth of her womb!
She lay shuddering for a few moments, her fingers clutching at my arms, barely breathing, as I made the first few battering cock lunges into her pussy. I could see the pale veins in her temples pulsing madly, the dew of perspiration come to her brow. I felt myself crushed to her, in the possessive circle of her arms, and suddenly found myself flying wildly in the air as her hips slammed up at me with hurricane intensity.
I felt her teeth bite at my face as she babbled in mindless lust. My cock bucked with sensation inside of her clenching, snapping, wildly thrashing cunt, and suddenly I felt the tiny mouth of her womb give, the head of my cock plunging inside! Her eyes opened in an expression of dazed wonder, her body becoming lifeless. I was hung up in her!
In panic, I yanked my dick free, feeling the pop of the mouth of her womb, only to plunge it back in. I felt her body go into convulsive spasms, her breathing coming in stuttering moans as she came.
Feeling my sperm ready to burst the dams of my cock, I pumped it into her in maniacal fury, the raw and throbbing head of my prick screaming with pleasure as it popped in and out of the elastic mouth of her womb. She screamed like a banshee as a second climax shattered her. She wrapped her legs around me, binding me almost helpless in between them. At that instant, my erupting cock began splashing its venom inside of her in heaving, jerking fits!
She smiled at me later, after we had recuperated somewhat.
"Fuck God! When he can come down here and make me feel as good as that, then I'll like him again."
We lay on the day bed for a while, just doing nothing. She told me she'd met her husband in the hospital, that he was a diabetic, a good man, but weak willed and sensitive. She had mistaken pity for love and married him. She explained that things went worse as time went along because of his sexual inadequacy, which she had been trying to keep from complaining about.
"Where did you ever learn to do that?" she asked, gazing at me with a starry eyed look.
I stared at her for a moment, perplexed. She stuck her tongue out at me, smiling, and flicked it in and out in explanation. I hesitated for a second but then, seeing as how we were so intimate now, I decided to tell her the truth.
"My mother doesn't have a husband," I said meaningfully.
Her eyes filled with the incredulous look of disbelief.
"Oh, no!" She laughed loudly, her face splitting in a wide grin. "You don't mean you've been fucking your mother? You don't mean she taught you that?"
"And my sisters!" I added, my face blushing scarlet, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her laughter.
"Well, I'll be damned!"
A predatory cunning filled her eyes as she looked at me. The tip of her tongue licked out over her lips as she thought. She knelt on the bed next to my head and pulled her skirt up around her waist, again revealing the treasure of her fragrant cunt to me.
"You do it so good, I think we'll do it again!"
She swung her leg over my head, kneeling on all fours over me in a position for 69. I stared up at the golden brown hair of her cunt above me, the cherubic peach-orange of her vulva, the soft fullness of her posterior. She dropped her hips down to hover over my face, her wet cuntal lips just touching my nose in a kiss. As my mouth opened at her pelvis, my tongue touching her clit, she settled her weight on to me. The soft membrane of her dripping cuntal mouth spread out over my face, burying me in the warm pudding softness of her inner lips. Her pelvis dug deep into my mouth as she settled, her clit pushing snugly against my tongue. My cock tingled dully as her mouth took in the broad head, still being numb and scraped raw from our furious fucking of a few moments ago.
It was difficult to breathe, having to suck what air I could in through my mouth past the grinding, tasty pelvis that filled it. My head seemed to fill like a syringe as my desperate suction drew a stream of her pussy creams up my nostrils. With each gasp for breath, more of her fuck juices were sucked down my throat, her hips bearing down in heat, her cunt mashing wetly on my face as she neared climax!
My breath was cut off completely as I felt my head being driven into the mattress by her powerful lunges as she came in violent spasms! My lungs straining for air, my head swimming in her juices, I felt her body relax, trembling weakly as she came down from her climax. Fresh cool air fanned my face pleasantly as she lazily pulled off of me.
We cleaned up. Willie (her nickname, short for Wilhemina), noticing the time, had decided we'd better bathe before Bob and his dad got back. Finally clean, she led me into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
"You do that so good you'll have to come over all the time!" she said and grinned.
"I don't know how often I'll be able to make it, Willie. My Mom and sisters keep me pretty busy at home, fucking most of the time with them."
She came around to stand behind me. One arm went gently around my neck, one hand playing in my hair.
"Now, Tony, we wouldn't want your mother and sisters to find out you've been cheating, do we? I especially don't think they'd like it if they found out you've been telling people about it! I'm sorry, baby, you'll just have to find a way!"
I shuddered as I thought of the consequences if Mom and my sisters discovered I'd told Willie about it. I didn't think they'd care about me getting a little on the side, but after what happened in our old neighborhood because of my big mouth, this would be a disaster!
Just then Bob and his dad came home. Willie acted as if nothing had happened as she greeted them. I don't think Bob's dad even thought it could have, anyhow. I shot the shit with Bob for a while, then split out for home.
CHAPTER FOUR
With all the female flesh around me all the time, more or less wallowing in it so to speak, I should have been getting tired of it. Instead it was the other way around. My tongue would almost hang out, wanting to get inside the cunts of some of the women I'd see on the street, and especially for Miss Carlisle, the woman who taught my English class.
I can't explain what it was. I guess the more pussy I got, the more I wanted. Being wanted by women built up my ego, I guess. Anyhow with all my preoccupation with sex and the demands that were made on me, I not only didn't get my homework done any more, but I couldn't concentrate while I was at school either.
Miss Carlisle had been eyeing me strangely lately. I don't know if it was my lack of effort or whether she recognized the smell of cunt juice on me. Anyhow I was sitting at my desk one day day-dreaming when my ear was pulled from behind and I found Miss Carlisle staring down at me. It was not too long before time for the bell to ring, ending the school day.
"If you're going to insist on acting like a little boy, day-dreaming your life away, then I'm going to treat you like one. You'll stay after school for a while today. Get over there and sit under my desk!"
My built-up ego shattered to pieces as everyone in the room began to laugh. I was so humiliated I almost cried. I hurried to get under her desk just to get away from the sound of their laughter. A minute or two went by and Miss Carlisle's legs and feet appeared in front of the desk. She wore sexy sheer nylons and open sandal heels. Her feet stabbed on my legs, her knees bumping up against me as she sat down, pulling the chair up to the desk.
The familiar trembling came over me as I stared at her beautiful legs. The bell rang and I heard the tramping of feet on the floor as the rest of the class headed for home. Miss Carlisle's legs shifted in front of me. Her heel hooked on my leg as she nudged first one then the other shoe off to the floor.
Her feet wriggled against each other in relief, one of them pressing into my crotch as she went into a stretch in the chair. I put my face close to her knees and tried to peek up her skirt. I couldn't see anything, because her thighs, in the sitting position she was in, blocked my view.
Miss Carlisle was somewhere in her twenties. She had soft looking light brown hair that she always wore in a French roll. She was about five foot five inches tall with a trim, well-proportioned body. She was a lot different in build than my mother, sisters and Willie, and maybe it was the difference that drew me to her. At any rate, she was a beautiful woman with an angelic face and finely chiseled features.
Tentatively I put my tongue to her nyloned leg and felt her stiffen in surprise. I waited a moment until she relaxed then licked her leg again. She stiffened once more, but I kept on licking all over her legs and even her dainty feet. As I licked back up to her knees her legs fell slightly apart, although she still sat stiffly in the chair. I pressed my face between her knees, burrowing in. Her legs parted very slowly as I continued licking, until I could just barely see the pale color of her panties. I started to lick further up the nyloned legs toward the white softness of her thighs when my head suddenly burst with pain as her knees slammed it tightly between them!
I heard the voice of one of the other teachers then, as well as the creak of the desk as he sat on the edge. With my head between her legs, I didn't care if he was up there or not. I pushed hard, licking madly, and finally managed to reach the perfumed flesh of her thighs, her legs giving way as her strength in them ebbed. I felt her legs clench with renewed vigor as I neared her powerfully scented pantie-clad cunt.
"Why don't you have me over for dinner tonight, Rose?" his egotistical voice came to me as though through a pool of water, partially deafened in the confining prison of her thighs.
"I-I can't make it t-tonight, H-Hank. I've got some t-things to take c-care of tonight!"
"Aw, c'mon, honey, a couple of hours with good old Hank and you'll forget all about it, whatever it is. What's the matter, Rose? You act like you're upset about something."
I felt the soft flesh of her thighs trembling heatedly against my face as she tried to reassure him that everything was all right and get him out of the room. I wriggled my head between the cream-puff thighs, the soft flesh completely enveloping my head, her fragrant cunt just in front of me.
I stuck out my tongue, stretching it to reach her silky panties. The tip of my tongue touched the crotch of her panties. The sharp taste of her drooling cunt juice and sweat dampened panties excited me beyond description! A gleeful sense of amusement struck me suddenly as I felt her struggle to control herself, her hips twitching imperceptibly, her legs trembling with the force of an earthquake. I lashed my tongue furiously against her panty clad cunt, and heard her snap at the man in semi-hysteria, to get the hell out and leave her alone. He mumbled something unintelligible and then I heard him tramp off.
I bounced backward under the desk, my head banging against the back of it! Miss Carlisle, in her haste to remove her panties, had kicked me, almost upheaving the heavy wooden structure. As I moved back between her legs, searching for her naked muff, her hands flew to my hair and yanked my face unceremoniously into her crotch! It was like being splattered into a hot plate of Jell-O! She had become so excited during those first few suspenseful moments when the other teacher was here, the fear of discovery so intensifying the titillation of my tongue on her crotch, that her cunt was just like boiling lava!
"Suck me, you little sneak. Suck me!"
My head bumped the desk as her cunt banged my head around beneath it! She started into her climax-quivering, body straining, her hands clamping behind my head, holding me to her in a tight vise as her fluttering cunt banged at me in staccato vibrations. The force of her climax was so great that her bumping pelvis gave me a bloody nose.
She sat heavily in the chair, recuperating from the awesome impact of her climax. I felt her hands twist cruelly in my hair as she backed out from the desk, pulling me up to face her. She had a fierce and vicious look in her eyes that was suddenly replaced by a gleeful but mocking laugh.
"Come on, boy wonder. We'd better get out of here before someone begins to get suspicious about what we're doing. When we leave here, you go down to the corner and wait for me. I've got to find out just what it is that's making such a lump in your pants!"
She looked around quickly as we entered the hall, gave me a hurried kiss, and took off. I went in the other direction, flying down the stairs. On leaving the school, I headed for the corner. I waited till her shiny new Ford pulled up to the curb, which was hardly a moment after I got there. We didn't have a car and I really felt a sense of jealousy as I climbed into the beautiful vehicle. I promised myself that someday I'd have one like it, only bigger and fancier.
In a short ten minutes, we pulled to a stop in back of a large apartment house. It wasn't a real fancy joint, but it was a hell of a lot better looking than the dump we lived in. We walked into the foyer and she unlocked the inner door leading up to her apartment.
After we'd gotten inside, she looked at me speculatively. Her face softened into a smile.
"If you're old enough for sex, I guess you're old enough for a drink!"
She walked off and came back shortly with two Scotch and soda's. She took a quick gulp of her drink and started undressing right there in the living room. Her blouse and shoes off, she began fumbling with the catch of her skirt. She looked at my fascinated stare with amusement.
"Tony, is this supposed to be a one-way party, or what? Get your clothes off!"
I took a drink of the Scotch, choking on the alcoholic burn, and self-consciously started to undress. I was used to my sisters, mother and Bob's mother, but with Miss Carlisle everything was so sudden I felt confused. She was down to her pink panties and stood watching me while I thumbed down my shorts.
"Oh boy!" She sighed. "It's real, isn't it?"
I looked at her dumbly as she stared at the meat that hung like a pendulum between my legs. She walked over to me, her eyes never leaving my cock, as she thumbed her panties down over her hips. She sat down on the couch for a quick second as she whipped her panties over her feet and, grabbing my hand, pulled me down to the floor with her.
I was so nervous that my cock was still limp. She grabbed greedy hold of it, and tried to make it hard with her hand. After a couple moments went by without a response from my dick, she looked at me with aggravation.
"What's the matter, Tony, don't I excite you enough?"
I really felt miserable when she said that and struggled frantically for an excuse.
"W-well, I don't know. Maybe if you'd kiss it" I blurted out, blushing, "-maybe I'll feel better.
Her lips twisted in derision, her eyes sparkling with wry humor as her fingers toyed with the fat lifelessness of my heavy meat. I saw a look of resignation in her eyes.
"All right. You win!"
I watched as she pulled back the foreskin, stretching it back taut from the moist, darker colored head. I trembled with anticipation as I watched her head bend down to it, her tongue reaching out to touch the very tip of my cock. A pleasant shock went through me as I felt her tongue touch the little hole at the tip! I lay back in expectant excitement, closing my eyes.
I watched in my mind as her tongue glided over my cockhead, her fingers clutching lightly at my balls as she licked. I felt it start to rise in trembling hesitation. I felt my balls sucked into her mouth and tensed with shock as I felt her finger jab into my asshole! The alcohol, the little I'd had, had put me into a relaxed easy state of happiness, and I reveled in the feel of my elongating cock as it rose to quivering stiffness in her mouth. My sublime contentment was shattered as she suddenly leaped on top of me!
My cock was covered by a nerve-busting, lava-like heat as her cunt smashed down, devouring it! I heard a scream of joy come from her as she slammed down on my cock. I was thrown into an abyss of mindless sensation as she flew in wild abandon over me! My shoulders rubbed cruelly on the carpet as her flailing body beat a wild rhythm onto my cock! Her mouth found mine just as I reached the point of cumming and I gasped her hungry breath as I felt the precious juices shoot into her, my spouting cock jerking in its death throes!
She kept on, trembling wildly as she went through the last mammoth spasms of her climax. Suddenly, with a dying groan, she collapsed in a limp heap on top of me. She never moved as I lolled in the pleasant aftermath of cumming. Her body lay limply on top of me, my cock still half hard and twitching inside of her. Her lips nibbled at my ears. Her hips began to work in slow, sensuous movements, the snapping muscles of her cunt manipulating my cock with such an expertness that I soon felt it leaping and straining to a desperate erection inside of her!
Once again, but slower, she devastated my cock. Her cunt clenched it, working on it until I was out of my mind in the pre-eminence of climax! Her cunt was like a slick, swamped Valhalla to my prick as it shot hot cum once again into the depths of her womb!
We lay for quite a while, not speaking, unmoving, her body welded to mine as we gradually came out of the stupor of post climax.
She pulled off of me finally and staggered into the kitchen to mix another drink. I lay in a half sleep till she came back. We sat for a long time on the floor, drinking. I'm afraid I got quite stoned and, during the process, I opened up my big blabber-mouth again. She didn't make any threats as Willie had, but remained thoughtfully silent as I told her about it.
We finally dressed and she drove me down to the corner of my street, letting me out to stagger home as best as I could in my fucked-weak condition.
"Where in the hell have you been?" was Mother's first remark as I entered the house.
Carol seemed to be getting quite a kick out of it as mother interrogated me but, being high as I was, I didn't give a damn about anything anyhow. I told Mom that a couple of the kids at school had given me some wine and that we had been playing ball at the park. She yelled at me that it wasn't good for me to drink and that I should stay away from kids like that. I suddenly surprised myself as I shouted back at her.
"Goddamnit, Mom, at least the kids in this school like me and I'm not an outcast!" I lied.
She seemed shocked that I had yelled at her and repented somewhat as she thought of how friendless I'd been for so long. I told her that I was sick, which wasn't far from the truth, and wanted to go to bed. I was beginning to feel dizzy from the booze and strangely uneasy in my stomach. She put her arm around me affectionately and led me to the bedroom, realizing that my first bout with booze was taking its toll. She even undressed me as though I were a little boy again, and tucked me in, leaving me to sleep it off. The three of them left my prick alone that night, under stern orders from mother.
Surprisingly, I didn't have a hangover the next morning although my mouth felt dry and fuzzy. I went to school as normal. Miss Carlisle wanted to make it again that night after school but I explained to her about the scene I'd had with my mother and she agreed that it might be best to cool it for a few days.
I went home after school, walking with Bobby, and expressed to him how lousy I felt, hoping that he would mention it to his mother so that she wouldn't become too impatient.
Weary from nervous tension, I slipped in the front door of our house and dropped my books on the table.
"Hello, Tony. My God Almighty! You've really done some growing in the past few years!"
It had been a while, but I recognized Aunt Betty immediately.
"Hello, Aunt Betty."
Not knowing what else to say, I stood there feeling like a bug under a microscope while she scrutinized me.
"Come here, Tony."
I shuffled over and stood awkwardly next to her as she inquisitively ran her hands over my arms and upper body.
"Jesus, you're a grown man already!"
Her eyes were sort of slate blue, uncomfortably cold and piercing. She had short hair for a woman, a dark, dyed red. She wore black slacks, a simple white blouse and low-heeled sandals. Mom and Carol came walking into the room with drinks in their hands.
"Well shit, he's home! Since he's already started, he might as well have a drink too, huh, Mom?" Carol laughed pleasantly.
Mom gave assent, and Carol left it to get me a drink. Mom handed a drink to Aunt Betty, and slumped onto the couch.
"Well, Bets, how do you like the way my boy has grown?"
Aunt Betty's eyes played over me like a predator's. An evil-looking smile played on her lips, her eyes narrowing sleepily.
"To be downright frank, Sis, I'm more interested in the tricks you've been telling me about!"
"Well hell, that's no problem, Bets." Mom laughed. "Tony, show Aunt Bets how tricky your tongue is. Give her a good, cunt-licking welcome!"
Her words stunned me like a slap in the face as I realized that she had told about us! I looked at Aunt Betty. Her arms were hooked on the arms of the chair as she sat spread-legged, a sarcastic look of superiority on her face. As I've said, I didn't like my Aunt Betty, and I felt as though I were being forced to do something against my will.
"Well, don't just stand there-do it!"
"B-but she isn't undressed, Mom!" I stuttered in confusion, feeling somewhat humiliated by being treated like some kind of mindless Deasant.
"Well, for God's sake, undress her then!"
"Do it, sweet baby brother!" Carol laughed gleefully.
I took the drink from Carol's hand and took a big swallow. I walked over in front of Aunt Betty. Her leg lifted, her foot planting on my chest.
"Sandals first, Tony," she purred sweetly, her voice as honeyed as a snake's in its viperish softness.
I loosened the strap of her sandal, kneeling down in front of her. As I slid it off, reaching for her other foot, her naked toes came up to meet my mouth. A flush of humiliation numbing me, I licked her toes and the sole of her foot as she pressed it to my face while I undid her other sandal.
After washing her feet with my mouth, I reached up and undid the hook of her slacks, relieving the zipper at the side. She gave me no help at all, making me work at pulling them down over her hips and legs. She laughed at the look of surprise on my face. She wore a man's underwear!
My mind in confusion, I pulled her slacks the rest of the way down. I felt strangely silly, pulling the Jockey shorts down her legs. I stared, stupifyed, at the largest gash I'd ever seen! It looked like a monstrous, viscous mouth, waiting to devour me! I heard Mom coming up behind me as Aunt Betty finally moved, hooking her legs up over the arms of the chair and cocking her hips so that her ass and cavernous cunt were staring me straight in the face. The odor was almost overpowering. Mom's hands clasped on either side of my head from behind, her cool fingers holding lightly on my face.
"Lick it, Tony. Show Aunt Betty your tongue!"
I stuck out my tongue, stretching it to cover the inches that separated my face from Betty's yawning chasm. The cavernous mouth of her cunt hung open in slack looseness, the pink, mucoused, brain-like flesh of her inner vaginal canal quivering and pulsating in plain view. Transparent yellowish white slime of her juices lay in a heavy film over the pinkish cuntal flesh, a trickle oozing in syrupy slowness down the crack of her ass.
I heard a murmur of amazement from Aunt Betty, as she witnessed the unusual length of my tongue. I felt the quivering flesh at the tip of my tongue as it bridged the distance. A trickle of her juice seeped slowly down the center of my tongue. As I felt it enter stickily in my throat, tickling like something live, Mom pushed my head forward, mashing my face into Betty's pinkish, bubbling powerful-smelling glue pot. I felt the stickiness of her all over my face. My mouth, my eyes, even my ears filling with it as I sent my tongue probing deep inside her mushy cunt.
I felt soft flesh crawling over me from behind as Mom climbed over me, standing on the arms of the chair. Carol took Mother's place, holding my face tightly imbedded between the yawning lips of Betty's cunt. I heard a yelp of pleasure from Mom as she settled her cunt to Aunt Betty's willing mouth. The mushy flesh of Aunt Betty's cunt mashed happily over my face, wrenching my head around in circles as she fucked her clit on the bridge of my nose! A veritable flood of her juices had me drowning in her cunt as she climaxed!
I sat on the floor, sucking in breath in gasping convulsions. Aunt Betty watched in amusement as I struggled to pull air into my lungs, my face purple from suffocation.
"Just like a baby in a fit, isn't he?" Betty quipped candidly.
Mother and my sister were so erotically inflamed by what had taken place so far that it was frightful. Just then Jeannie came through the door and the four of them dragged me into the bedroom.
After we'd entered the bedroom I was dumbfounded by the thing that Aunt Betty pulled from the overnight bag she's brought with her. It was shaped like a cock but resembled a swollen billy club in isze! A harness like affair was attached to it, with a short, nubby appendage coming from the other side of the base of the thing. She handed it to mom, who began strapping it on. It looked incongruous, the mammoth dick-like thing hanging from between mom's legs. The nubby part, poked between her cunt lips, was for mom's pleasure, designed to stimulate the clitoris.
Aunt Betty lay down on her back on the bed, her hips at the edge. Carol, with a wild grin of her face, straddled her head as mom drove the enormous club-like thing into Betty's equally enormous cunt! Jean pushed me to mom's backside, guiding my cock into her ass as, burying the tool completely into Betty's cunt, mom leaned forward over her and began Frenching Carol's ass. Mother's flailing lunges as she fucked Betty soon had me gleefully banging into her ass, doubling the force of the assault on Betty's cunt as my lunging drove mom's hips forward with sledge-hammer force. Jean jumped on the bed, standing over mob and Betty, and presented her ass and cunt to me to be licked.
I felt my excitement increasing in mother's flailing ass and felt my cock become super sensitive as I neared the point of explosion. The bed was bouncing fantastically and Jean, hanging on to mom for support, bent over her as I lashed at her cunt and ass with my tongue. She was screaming like a banshee in her delirium. Garbled gurglings came from Betty, under Carol's grinding cunt, as her body flew about on the bed in violent contortions of climax! Carol herself was in the death throes of climax, her body jerking limply about like a rag doll. Catastrophe struck as I felt myself spewing into mother's ass. With a clap like the thunder of Thor, the bed crashed in defeat, giving way under the furious flailing of the flesh it supported!
I was weak as a baby from cumming, my legs shaking as I tried to keep from falling. After we had all become disentangled from each other, Aunt Betty, her face flushed in mad lust, went over to her overnight bag.
"That was fun, but now it's time for the special 'treat' I brought along for Tony!" Aunt Betty laughed as she dug into the bag.
I was appalled as I saw the object she withdrew from it. It was another dildo, although somewhat smaller than the one mom had used to fuck Betty with. I looked around apprehensively at my mother and sisters as they began closing in around me, conspiratorial grins on their faces.
"I'm going to fuck you just like a man, Tony!"
Betty had a vicious look of aggressive dominance in her eyes as she studied me. I turned in desparation to mom, only to find amusement in her eyes.
"Aw, Mom," I mumbled hopelessly, "you couldn't!"
"Don't be afraid, baby, it won't hurt that much. You might even like it!" She laughed as she and my sisters grabbed hold of me, leading me over to the night table.
I was still weak from cumming, and stumbled weakly along in their grip. They leaned me over the night table. Mom pulled my arms around behind me and straddled my back, sitting on me and holding me down to the table. Betty came around in from of me and jiggled the dildo that hung between her legs, obscenely in front of me. She put the tip of it to my mouth and made me kiss the mock member. Betty moved around in back of me, my sisters standing side by side in front of me, backing their asses and cunts to my mouth to be licked. Mom's fingers were twined cruelly in my hair, holding my head immobile as my sisters took turns being licked.
I couldn't contain the scream that came to my lips as I felt Aunt Betty jam the head of the dildo into my rectum! My skull tingled with pain as mother's twisting hands forced continuous licking of the flesh in front of me.
Blindly I licked, the pain from mom's tearing hands in my hair, the block-busting pain in my splitting anus; which was worse was hard to tell at the time! My body went limp with terror, my heart halted in fright, as with a savage lunge, Betty buried her phony prick to the hilt in my ass! It felt as though she had pushed it in to my tonsils! I went into a half faint as she pumped, intermittently giving a lick to my sisters as mothers tearing fingers would bring me painfully back to full consciousness.
I don't know when it was that I passed out, but when I woke up mother was putting salve to my ripped anus. The orgiastic scene had taken place in my bedroom and, since my bed was literally destroyed, I was forced to sleep on the floor. I could have slept on the couch in the living room, but in my state of self pity, I preferred to be in my own room, away from everything and everybody. As I dozed off, I could hear the wild sounds of delight from mother's room, the bouncing of the bed in my sisters, as they delved further into the twighlight pleasures of Lesbianism.
I woke up several times during the night, a continuous aching in my head. A nervous tension filled me as I relived the humiliation of Betty's sodomizing of me. Everything seemed so unreal to me, like a weird, nightmarish fairy tale.
The next day being a Saturday, my sisters, mother, and Aunt Betty still engaged in their Lesbian erotica, I hurried, as though drawn by a magnet, to Willie's house.
CHAPTER FIVE
The house was strangely quiet as I entered, but I was sure that somebody must be home. I called out and received a reply from Willie in answer.
"I-I'm in the bedroom, Tony!"
Her voice sounded erratic with excitement. I walked back toward the bedroom and stopped in the doorway in shocked surprise. Willie lay on the day bed. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist. Her legs were spread akimbo and her juice-smeared cunt was wide open in heat. Bob sat open mouthed on the floor, next to the day bed, his face smeared with whitish streaked cunt juice, his glasses laying carelessly on the floor.
"Oh God!" Willie sighed. "Now I can have a decent piece of cock!"
I walked over to the day bed with a grin, unbuttoning my Levi's. I noticed a sort of dismal look on Bob's face as I dropped my pants to the floor, stripping off my shorts.
"Would you believe it?" Willie spat with disgust, looking at me. "He's no better than his dad! For Christ's sake! He can't even eat it any good!"
I wasn't interested in Bob's deficiencies, the need to fuck her was too strong in me. Ignoring him on the floor, I climbed on top of Willie and put my throbbing cock to the juice-slick opening of her cunt. Her body jumped up to me in pleasure as I rammed my rock-hard pecker into her! A mad shriek of ecstasy ripped from her as I pierced into her womb! Again I was carried by her wildly heaving body, not having to do any work at all, in fact, having to hang on for dear life to keep from being thrown off by her frantically banging hips! I groaned with delight as I felt the delicious squeezing of her molten cunt on my cock. The room swam as my senses were scattered by the overwhelming red waves of sexual fever. I felt the breath squeezed out of me as her legs clamped tightly about me, her body jerking convulsively in climax! I felt myself starting to cum, and jammed my dick in hard, lodging it tightly in her womb as my nuts emptied themselves of hot sticky cum in her!
I rested on top of her for a few moments, letting my hung-up cock shrivel its own way out of her womb. I pulled off, and sat back with a sigh of contentment.
"Oh, damn, that was good!" she panted, her eyes flushed with fever. "Let's do it again!"
There was an anxious look of need in her eyes. I stared at her humorously.
"Jesus Christ! Give me a half a minute, will you? I can't get my dick hard again instantly! Why don't you get me a drink? Maybe that'll help me get a hard-on faster."
She looked at me for a minute with disappointment in her eyes, and then a smile suddenly lit up her features.
"We don't have anything in the house, but it'll only take me a minute to get a bottle from the liquor store. And after you have your drink, I want to see that beautiful piece of meat stand up like a tall timber!"
I sat back in satisfaction as she hurriedly got ready to go to the store. She was gone in a flash, leaving me and Bob to sit in uncomfortable silence. He still sat on the floor, completely crestfallen.
"Don't feel too bad about it, Bob," I said consolingly. "There are a lot of guys whose dicks aren't very big." I blushed as I realized my mistake. "I mean, you're not abnormal because you aren't hung like a horse, like I am!"
He squirmed on the floor where he sat.
"It's not just that!" he nsapped nervously. "I just don't enjoy it. Maybe it's because it's with my own mother, I don't know. All I know is that I just don't like it!"
I looked down at him, feeling sort of sorry for the slob. He didn't have much of a prick. It lay like a limp little noodle between his skinny legs. He looked up at me and a funny look came into his eyes, a flush coming to his cheeks as his eyes riveted on my limp but swollen prick.
"Your dick sure is a lot bigger than mine!" he blurted out.
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm hung like a horse."
His face flushed a deeper red, his eyes wandering nervously.
"Would you mind very much if I touched it?!" he choked.
"Hell no! Go ahead if you want to, I don't care!"
He edged closer to the bed and delicately touched my lifeless prick. I watched his expression as he gently worked the skin back from the reddened head. A funny sort of glaze formed over his eyes and I noticed that his breathing was coming harder.
"It sure is big!" he mumbled with awe.
He wriggled closer and worked the foreskin back and forth over my cockhead in curious fascination. I felt strange as my pecker began to slowly swell in his hand. A vacant look filled his eyes and his head slowly leaned forward. I closed my eyes and felt the wetness of his mouth as it closed over the head! My cock seemed to jump to full height in his mouth, the swelling shaft spreading open his hand! When he saw that I wasn't going to stop him, he began sucking like a leech on the head, moaning as my throbbing member filled his mouth to capacity!
"Well, I'll be fucked!"
I was torn from my pleasure by the sound of Willie's incredulous shriek. Bob jerked back as if shot, ripping his hot hungry mouth off my spit-coated cock.
"So that's it! I shouldn't have known!" she ranted. "Your dad's probably the same way!"
"I can't help it, Mom!" Bob yelled pitifully. "I just don't like girls!"
"Well, I don't give a fuck what you like! You leave him alone till I'm done with him!"
I grabbed the bottle from Willie's hand and took a long swig, chasing away my uneasiness with the raw, burning liquid.
"Shut up and come here!" I said and grinned.
With a sudden gleam of lust, Willie tore off her dress and came eagerly to the bed. She jumped onto me like a tigress, impaling herself on my rigidly standing prick! She began a fast beat, and then suddenly slowed, working herself with excruciating slowness on the length of my shaft. Her face was pressed next to mine and I could feel her excited breathing as she savored each individual sensation of my cock in her. My cock jerked and strained inside of her as her milking actions sent ecstatic shivers of maddening sensation through me, blinding me in the electrifying limbo of lust.
A fusilade of electric shock went through me as she flew into the wild banging of mad heat! Her arms squeezed around my neck possessively as her cunt beat in staccatto fury on my cock! I jerked up to her in frantic need as my cock exploded vehemently, draining the marrow from my bones with its force!
I sort of dozed for a while underneath her, not even aware of her body pulling off me as she left to go to the bathroom. I drifted back to reality to find Bob sitting on the bed between my legs, his cool fingers gently toying with my juice-smeared prick. He looked at me pleadingly as he saw that I was back to normal. "Can I, Tony? Please?"
I was exasperated. What in the hell did they think I was, any how, a sex machine? I looked at Bob's face, at the pitiful pleading look in his eyes, and sighed in resignation.
"Okay. Go ahead. I don't give a damn anyway. I can only die once!"
I'll say one thing. He was gentle with my pecker. He handled it with reverence, his cool fingers lovingly stroking my well-used cock. He lay own on the bed between my legs, licking with slow, loving touches over the whole of it. I felt his mouth suck in my balls, soothing them. A tormented moan came from him and he jammed the soft head of my prick into his mouth.
I saw Willie in the doorway but didn't say anything. She stood there silently, a look of disgust in her eyes as she watched Bob mewing over my cock.
It took a while, but I finally felt the slow swelling of my cock in his mouth. His breathing became racked and sobbing with excitement as my cockhead swelled unavoidably in his mouth, bulging out his cheeks with the size of it. He squirmed on the bed, playing with himself as he waited in impatient torment for the inevitable hot sticky salvo he knew would come.
Willie was watching with interest now, although still remaining quiet. I watched Bob's head jiggle on my cock as it began to flex and jerk around. I felt the sensations approaching, strained to hold back, enjoying as long as I could the maddening feel of my cock about ready to explode. I saw it bulge, straining as the dams came close to giving way. Unable to stand it any longer, I slammed my hands down on his head, holding him to me, and let it all shoot out! I saw his gulping motions as I shot my cum in spasms into his mouth, his own body jerking as he also came!
"What a fruit!" Willie exclaimed, as Bob pulled his mouth off of my chewed up cock.
He looked like he was ready to cry from embarrassment, as he realized that she had been watching all the time. I decided that it would be best to leave before he became even more embarrassed by crying in front of me. I told Willie that I was all used up for a while and that I was going to take off. I got dressed and went to leave. As I reached the back door, I heard a scream come from Bobbie and heard him pleading with Willie not to do whatever it was she was doing.
I shrugged it off and let the door close behind me. Feeling quite contented I walked on back to my house in a wonderful frame of mind. I was still feeling good all over as I entered the front door. I stopped in surprise as I saw the four of them sitting around, waiting for me.
"It's about time you got back!" Betty snapped domineeringly.
They all got up and came around me, pulling me toward the bedroom. I felt a sense of panic at first, cringing inside as I realized that I was going to be called on to cum again. A gradual feeling of resentment came over me then, and I felt myself becoming wild with anger, furious with the habit they'd acquired of taking me and my dick and balls for granted. We got into the bedroom and Betty pulled out her dildo, strapping it on, a vicious look of excitement in her eye.
"Since you insisted on staying away all day, when we needed you, I think we'll start with another little lesson on who's boss around here! And if you think you got a fucking last night, you're really going to get one now!"
I pretended to give in as mom and my sisters took hold of my arms and got me into position. I waited until I felt Betty in back of me and, with a yell of rage, hatred burning my sanity away, I ripped loose from them and spun around. I put all my might behind it, and smashed my fist right into the center of Betty's astonished face! Blood spurted out from her nose and mouth as she slammed backward into the wall.
Shrieks of fright came from my sisters. My mother grabbed at me, pleading with me to calm down. I threw her roughly aside, knocking her into the same wall, and flew at Betty as she staggered to her feet.
"You fucking dyke!" I screamed, completely out of my mind with hatred.
I smashed my fist into her face again as she begged me not to, splattering her bloody nose all over her face. I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the wall, letting her crumble to the floor in a heap. I turned to face my mother and sisters who stood watching me, their faces white with terror.
"All right," I ranted menacingly. "Now we're going to have a little lesson in who's really the boss in this house! All three of you. Line up by the side of the bed. Kneel down and lean over it!"
They jumped to obey me and I went to get the monster dildo that Betty had brought with her. I couldn't have gotten another hard-on at that time if my life depended on it, and anyhow, the huge phony cock was better suited to my purposes. I walked over to mother first, and placed the tip of the huge dildo tight to her asshole. As brutally as I could, I rammed all my weight into it, driving it like a battering ram into her butt. Her body jerked with an agonized scream as the huge dildo ripped her anus open! A strange sort of happiness, or hysteria, came over me as I twisted and rammed the dildo viciously in her ass, her screams of agony only making me drive it harder until, at last, she passed into unconsciousness. My sisters were babbling in terror, too horrified to run away, too petrified to fight it. I did the same with both of them till they too had passed into unconsciousness. I smiled in satisfaction as I took in the sight of the three forms laying limply on the edge of the bed, their anus's ripped and crimson. I only had one more thing to do.
I went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of hot sauce from the 'fridge. Even the monster dildo wouldn't have too much effect on my dyke aunt's well-worn ass. I coated the huge mockery heavily with the hot sauce and, grabbing a pot of cold water, went back to the bedroom. I splashed the water over my mother and sisters, bringing them back to consciousness.
"Who's the boss?" I barked.
There was fearful respect in their eyes as they looked at me.
"You are!" they all chimed in at once.
Betty was beginning to stir on the floor.
"Put her on the bed the way you were!" I snapped.
The three of them minced painfully over to Betty and, with difficulty, led her over to the bed. They leaned her over the edge of the bed and, on my direction, mother and Carol sat on her, holding her tightly pressed to the bed.
I don't know what it was. I guess I just enjoyed my revenge too much. Anyhow, as I put the head of the dildo to her ass and shoved it, I got an immediate erection, and almost creamed as her screams rent the air. Reveling in her pain, I lost myself in the pleasure of tormenting her till finally she passed out and I pulled the burning dildo from her bowels.
Mother and my sisters were quite meek and, following my instructions, they tidied Betty up, got her dressed, and sent her packing back to Ohio.
Once again I was king of the house, but only more so-now that I had asserted my dominance of the household. I felt great pride and satisfaction with myself, my new power making me feel like one of the great conquerors of olden times. Granted, I still had to go to school, and in fact I was still a little boy, but even there my new confidence gained me new respect.
Miss Carlisle seemed to sense my power and became almost like a beggar in her desire for me. Once again she took me to her apartment, only this time she took me to her bed.
We had just finished fucking and were sprawled out quietly on the bed next to each other, smoking a cigarette. I had enjoyed our fuck but something had seemed to be missing. It had seemed too mechanical, too matter-of-fact. She had been too submissive and tender with me. I looked over at her and studied the fluid flow of her body lines, the soft, gentle curvatures of her breasts, belly, the full but trim hips. On a sudden impulse, I put my mouth to her nipple, squirming down on the bed and molding my body to hers. Her hand touched my hair, caressing me. Although I didn't understand my needs at that time, I was well aware of the excitement building up inside of me. The old familiar butterflies were there in my stomach, the feverish red fog numbing my brain.
I felt her nipple become stiff and taut in my mouth and ran my tongue slowly down to her belly, inching my way down under the sheets as I licked. A weak trembling of excitement ran through me as my tongue dipped into her navel. Her fingers twined spasmodically in my hair, clutching me to her. I felt the silky hairs of her pelvis on my lips, damp from our recent fuck, and was overcome with a consistent trembling. The anticipation of eating my own cum out of the cunt I had just fucked blinding me with desire.
My heart pounding like a sledge hammer, I worked myself between thighs, forcing my arms beneath the soft flesh of her ass until I was comfortably nestled between her legs, the smutted and soiled wetness of her stinking cunt in front of my face. Her hands left my head for a second and I felt the blanket being pulled up over my head, enveloping me in darkness, warmth, and the strong smell of excited cunt. I felt pressure through the blankets as her hands pushed my face into the gaping aperture of her flavorful cunt, her legs spreading wide, her vulva offering itself to my mouth to be worshipped.
In a languid daze, I ran my tongue over the slickness of her cuntal lips, her pleasured squirmings and the clutching pressure of her hands on my head putting me in a maddening, sobbing state of excitement. Running my tongue between the wet lips, into the soft buttery pudding of her cunt, I dragged my tongue down over the no-man's land between her cunt and her anus, feeling her crotch tighten in sensation, quivering.
A feeling of servitude washed over me as I felt her ass lift upward, felt my mouth pulled tight to her anus, the puckered little hole furiously against the sheets as I felt her gaping cunt mash mushily over my face. Her pussy moved in slow, fucking motions, the slick goo of her cunt smearing over my face as she worked over it. I felt the tempo gradually increase, her hands crushing my face to her cunt as she went into the beginning waves of climax. I couldn't stand it!
My cock bulged with the contents of my throbbing nuts, threatening to explode at any second. My brain whirled with a kaleidoscope of flashing excitement, making me mindless of anything but the hotly working wetness of the pussy on my face, the pelvis rubbing rapidly over my nose.
I pulled my face from between the lips and clamped my mouth over her pelvis, sucking in fanatic hunger on the hard little button of her clit.
Stars flashed in my head as her cunt slammed at me as, with a tortured moan, she reached for the peak of her climax.
Her cunt banging wildly, battering me into oblivion, I felt my throbbing prick heave beneath me, felt my belly drenched with the sticky wetness of sperm as I came!
Her violent banging subsided and I lay panting between the trembling softness of her thighs, my face laying in the flooded chasm of her cunt. As I came out of the daze of post climax, I slowly cleaned up the juices from her cunt, lapping the overflow from the crack of her ass, sucking the last drop from the soft heated flesh of her bottom. I felt her stir, felt a cool blast of air as she wipped the covers off me.
I looked up at her and felt a sudden sense of humiliation as I saw the laughing look of derision in her eyes.
"You really like that, don't you?" She grinned mockingly. "My God, I thought you were going to eat it right out of me!"
I flushed scarlet and pressed my mouth to her humid cunt, looking down in embarrassment. Her tone of voice changed to a gentle whisper.
"Don't be embarrassed, Tony. I just love to have you do that to me. In fact, I like it so much I think we'll do it some more!"
She pulled away from me and gaily bounced up to a sitting position. She tugged at me playfully, urging me into a position on my back and stood up on the bed over me.
I stared up at her from my prone position and felt a weak, bubbling excitement as I saw the look of impish glee on her face. I watched as she slowly lowered down to me, saw the lips of her juicy vagina open like a cavernous mouth as her legs spread wider in her descent. I felt the heat of her inner body fan on my face as she hovered just over me, the cuntal lips teasing over my mouth, the curly hairs of her cunt tickling on me as she wriggled playfully. Suddenly she dropped onto my face, smothering me with her soft female flesh.
I felt the pudgy, soft lips of her cunt spread over my face and inhaled the pungent odor of her cunt. I immediately began to feel excited again as she suddenly began bouncing lightly up and down on my face, pausing now and then to rub her posterior and crotch over me. I heard her giggling above me as she felt my panting breath on her fanny, my frantically licking tongue on her crotch and cunt. She began to bounce more vehemently, battering my face with the soft lush of flesh of her, grinding her juicy cunt down over my face as though she intended to rub me right into the mattress!
Suddenly she stopped her bouncing and I felt a steady pressure as she bore her cunt down on me, her pelvis digging into my mouth, filling it. I began sucking on her clit, breathing in the juices of her cunt. She stopped her movements, her body sitting heavy and motionless on my head as I sucked. I began to choke on her juices as her cunt began the gushing floods I liked so much. I felt her body begin to tremble, felt her jamming down on me, and once again was excited by "her cunt to an erection. With demoniac fury she slammed down on my head, battering me to almost senselessness as she climaxed, exciting me so much that my pecker shot another load into the air and ray brain whirled with ecstasy. She sat for a long time afterward while I drained the juices from her, her dead weight on my head.
Slowly she pulled off of me and stared curiously.
"You know, I think you'd rather eat pussy than fuck it!"
With her words came the realization that she was probably right. But it wasn't just eating it, it was also the feeling of humiliation that went with it that excited me so much. The feeling of being used, reviled. A sudden sense of fear came into me as I noticed the superior look come into her eyes and I tried to brush the thoughts of my secret desires out of my mind.
"You ate one hole, you might as well eat the other one!" she said thoughtfully, as her eyes narrowed in contemplation.
Her bottom moved above me again and for a split second I saw the puckered brownness of her anus before it dropped down on my mouth. A trembling feeling of humiliation came over me such as I'd never felt before. This was the pinnacle of degradation. I was so enthralled by the magnitude of my humiliation I actually felt sick inside. I felt her fingers twist in my hair.
"French it!" Her words shot down to me.
Trembling badly, I did as she commanded, shuddering with the excitement the vileness of this act gave to me. She remained in her position atop my head for a few moments and, satisfied that she had humiliated me, subjugated me, she drew herself off. Shortly after that she made me eat her cunt one more time while sitting in a chair in the living room and, after climaxing, she sent me on my way. My newly gained respect was totally destroyed and now that she had discovered my perverted weakness, it seemed apparent that she would make good use of it to satisfy her erotic needs.
CHAPTER SIX
I managed to keep my mother and sisters bluffed and unknowing of just how much I enjoyed being humiliated. Miss Carlisle, consequently, becoming my main source of release for my unusual tastes.
It was around this time that Carol and my mother both took boy friends. Although I felt a little jealous, it didn't really bother me too much because I figured it would only be a temporary thing and, at the same time, it gave me more freedom to fuck and suck with Miss Carlisle and Willie. Carol's boy friend was really a big man, quite a bit taller and heavier than myself. He seemed like a nice guy though, and we all got along pretty well when he'd come over. Mom's boy friend was a short, warm-eyed, meek little man that I couldn't stand. For some reason I got the creeps every time he looked at me.
It wasn't long before mom and Carol were having their men stay overnight with us, but as I still had Jeannie, I still didn't mind too much. Jeannie and I had got to work pretty good together by that time. Her cunt acted as though it were actually alive, with a mind of its own, the way it would milk and squeeze on my cock when I'd near climax.
Again it was on a Saturday morning, and I headed for Willie's house to get a little action from the hot-boxed broad. I didn't know it as I walked, but I was in for another big surprise from that family.
Willie was sitting at the kitchen table as I entered, wearing her bathrobe and a sort of dismal look on her face. As she saw me in the doorway, her face lit up with a look of relief and happiness.
"Jesus Christ, I'm glad to see you, Tony! I was just about to go nuts here, all by myself."
She got up from the table and gave me a crushing hug, her mouth flying over my face, her body squirming against mine with desperate need. I had seen her husband's car out in front, so what she'd said about being alone had puzzled me.
"What do you mean, alone? Where's Bobby and your old man?"
A disgusted sneer curled at her lips.
"Them! Come here and I'll show you!" she Spat, grabbing my arm with a contemptuous look on her face and leading me to the back of the house. We came to the doorway of Bobby's bedroom and I couldn't help but laugh as I stared at the incredulous, bizarre sight in front of me.
Bobby was kneeling on the bed with a pained expression on his face, his dad mounted on his back clumsily ramming his white, candle-like prick into his ass! His dad's face was beet red with excitement, sweat running in rivulets down his forehead, his near-sighted eyes glazed with fever. Intermittent grunts came from Bobby as his dad would occasionally ram inconderately into him. Willie grabbed me wordlessly by the arm and led me back toward her own bedroom. She took off her robe immediately and dragged me to the bed, although I didn't need any persuasion.
Whatever uneasiness I might have felt before, of having sex with Willie, the fear of being caught by her husband, was completely vanished. I started to go down on her, kissing her breasts and belly, but her hands grabbed me frantically, pulling me back up on top of her.
"No, Tony! No, please, I need your dick in me!"
Although I enjoyed sucking her puffy-lipped pleasure pit, sensing her need to be monumental, I lay between her silky thighs and touched the tip of my throbbing prick to her eager hungry twat. I rubbed the head lightly against her clit, teasing her. She strained beneath me, her hips reaching upward, her cunt begging for my teasing prick. Her frustration was evident in her flushed face and her agonized moaning. I felt the tingling sensation on her heated juicy canal on the head of my vibrating member as I eased it into the well-lubricated passage.
I held it there, barely moving it in and out of the mouth of her cunt, keeping her body pressed to the bed, massaging her clit with my trembling penis until she was so wild with lust she was impossible to hold down. I winced with pain as she savagely ripped her nails across my back, making me lose my hold of her. Boiling, thrilling fire consumed my prick as her freed hips shot at me, her slippery cunt swallowing my whole great prick in one savage lunge!
I felt myself crushed to her. Her breathing stopped, her body tensed, holding me in the painful possessive clutch of her tightly squeezing fuck hole. Her breath came in a rush and I felt her body relax beneath me, moving slowly-, in tantalizing motions on my prick that came near to driving me mad! I felt her fingertips run up and down my back, tickling over my buttocks. I shuddered with delight as her cunt flexed and tugged on my swelling, straining prick. I lay heavily on top of her letting her do the work, concentrating on the fluctuating sensations her loving cunt gave to me. She moaned, her legs pulling up around my back, her cunt mashing against me, forcing the head of my prick into the mouth of her womb, making a willing prisoner of my prick in the tight little doorway.
I groaned in ecstasy from the contortions of her pussy which had brought my swelling cock to the throbbing ultra-sensitivity that indicated my approaching climax. I felt my cock filling to bursting with the floods of semen her cunt had excited in me and felt the squeamish quiverings in my guts that spell doom. She shrieked in hysterical pleasure as, unable to hold back any longer, I threw myself into her with the force and speed of a machine gun, completely out of my mind with fever as I sped toward my climax! Lightning bolts of shock ran through me as I felt the contents of my nuts spill out into her cunt, my cock jumping like a trapped animal as it shot its hot sticky venom deep into her womb!
I rolled off suddenly uncomfortable, drenched in sweat, panting and hot. A moment went by and she came over on top, of me, pressing a soft breast against my face, running her fingers through my hair with loving tenderness.
"God, that was good, honey!" she murmured, her lips brushing lightly on my forehead.
We lay there for a moment in silence and then, with lazy slowness, she sat up next to me, twisting around and lying on her side next to me, her head next to my hips. Her fingers played gently with my limp and sodden prick, toying casually with the lifeless flesh. I heard a sigh come from her and felt her hand grab at my hip, pulling me over. With a sudden jerk she rolled me over on top of her and I felt my cum-streaked prick and sweaty balls settle heavily on her face. She moaned in erotic insanity and I felt her rubbing her face in my crotch, licking madly at my balls, sucking the flesh of my cock clean of my cum and slick juices of her cunt!
I lay limply on top of her, giving an occasional lick to her juicy muff, thrilling to the anxious mouthing she rendered to my loins. I felt her body quivering with her growing excitement as she mewed and purred over my soiled meat, wetting it down and sucking on it till it started to rise slowly, stiffening and swelling against her face. She pulled hard on my hips, mashing me down to her face, and I jerked convulsively in nerve-jangling pleasure as I felt her tongue dart into my anus! My cock shot up to steel hardness, throbbing defiantly against her face as she went back to sucking voraciously on the broad cockhead. As my excitement grew I raised up slightly, digging my cock in and out of her wetly sucking mouth. I trembled and almost collapsed on top of her as her tongue ran delicately aroung the high-ridged glans, tickling, making it quiver palsiedly in her mouth.
I strained to hold back, trying to enjoy it as long as I could, loving every touch of her tongue, every sucking movement of her mouth, till my whole was one fibrating, quivering mass of flesh ready to explode at any second, to disintegrate into climatic fury! I felt the awesome swell in my balls as they drew up tight to the base of my prick and tensed, hesitating. With the first belching spurt of semen I jammed down with all my might, ramming my cock into her mouth, down her throat, squirming in delight as I felt the swallowing motions of her throat work on my spurting member, finally crumbling in a sodden heap on top of her.
"Let's have a drink, baby," I panted as I rolled off of her.
She gave me a whispy affirmative and took off for the kitchen to mix us one.
Taking a sip of the highball after she'd returned, I began getting curious about what Bobby and his dad were doing. Grinning at her, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along to. Bob's bedroom. We peeked cautiously around the door.
Bob's dad was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread akimbo. There was a vacant, moronish look on his face. He had to be compeltely oblivious of the world around him. Bob sat on the floor in front of him, giving long, slow licks along the length of his dad's anemic looking prick.
I watched the expression on his dad's face betray a multitude of changing emotions as Bob brought him close to climax. I felt Willie begin to pant as she watched her son eating her husband's cock. I was beginning to get aroused again too as I noticed that his dad didn't have far to go before cumming.
All of a sudden Bob began stroking the white pecker furiously, sucking like a leech on the head of the jerking prick. His dad seemed to be in an epileptic fit as he squiremed and twisted on the bed convulsively. Suddenly he grabbed Bobby by the head and his body began jerking in rhythmic fucking motions, ending in trembling spasms as he j came into Bob's mouth!
My dick was hard as a rock from watching and, in my excitement, playing with Willie's cunt as we watched, I had become careless. Willie, about to cream from my finger-fucking of her leaned on the door, and we both went crashing into the ; bedroom, onto the floor, as the door swung open. I looked up to see the embarrassed face of Bob's dad flushing redly at me. "W-what the hell?" he gasped. Willie got to her feet quickly and, standing I spread legged, put her hands on her hips.
"Don't worry, honey," she spat, "he won't tell I anyone!"
I pulled myself to my feet. Bob's dad stared dumbly at me, his eyes finally settling on my I weaving, trembling hard-on. I saw a feverish glaze I form over his eyes as he took in my large prick, drinking from it with his eyes. Willie noticed the look too.
"Come to think of it, he might even fuck you-if you'd ask him!" she said derisevely.
His eyes watered with embarrassment, turning away from me for a moment. His eyes drifted back toward my cock as he cleared his throat, trying to speak. His tongue licked out over his lips and he looked up at me with an apologetic, pleading look in his eyes.
"W-would you?" he muttered, suttering and turning away for a second. "I-I mean if you don't mind!" he blushed again and stared at the floor, looking defeated.
Yeah, why not? I said to myself.
My cock was so damn hard anyhow that it hurt. I would have fucked anything suggested, I guess. I walked over to him and came to a stop in front of him, my pecker waving in the air at his head. A sort of groan came from deep within him and he twisted over into a kneeling position on the bed, baring his skinny ass to me. I came closer to him, touching the tip of my prick to his anus, getting a kick out of his excited squeal as he felt my cock against his ass.
Willie came around in front of us dragging Bobby with her. She shoved him up on the bed and forced him to kneel in front of his dad, with his cock near his dad's face. Willie grabbed his dad's head and pulled it forward, jamming Bobby's small pecker into his mouth, making him eat it. Bobby's face immediately filled with happiness as his dad began sucking on him and I pushed my spit-slicked cockhead against his dad's asshole.
I rammed it forward hard, not caring whether I hurt him or not. He jerked forward, opening his mouth to scream, as I jammed the head of my dick into his ass, but Willie kept his mouth pressed tightly to his son's cock and only a muffled groan could be heard as I suddenly burst into his ass, his anus giving way under the pressure of my prick. I became more and more carried away as I pumped on till I was going at furious pace literally giving him a ride on my throbbing prick. The harder I fucked him, the harder Willie pushed her son against his mouth. I noticed that Bobbie was just about ready to cum. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face and looked like the cat who had just swallowed the canary. I could see his body trembling badly as he strained to hold his cum back.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I staggered and damn near fell as I felt the cum shooting out of me. I felt my cock jumping like an acrobat in his ass! I grabbed hold of him for support, leaning on his back, and saw Bobby's hips suddenly slam forward, hard, his hands gripping his dad's head and his legs shaking violently as he came into his dad's mouth.
I was empty of cum and empty of feeling, completely drained. I suddenly felt sick and disgusted and wondered how I had been able to keep a hard-on while I fucked the skinny man that Bobby called a father. I jerked my shit-coated prick noisily out of his tight hairy asshole. I felt strangely ashamed and couldn't look at Willie as I left the room. I decided that I would wait a couple of days before I'd come to see her again.
I split on back to the house and found Al, my sisters boy friend, and Carol, half laying on the couch, feeling each other up. Like I said, I didn't really give a damn at the time but they gave me some weird looks as I came in, as if they resented my being there. I walked on back to my bedroom and crapped out on the bed.
I waited till Jeannie came home and, hearing her come in the door, got up to see if I could get a little action going. I'll be damned if she didn't tell me she had a date and didn't have time to mess around! I was stunned!
I was so flabbergasted I didn't know what to do, and couldn't even get my voice to working to complain about it. I began to really get worried about my family that night. I slept bad, and had wild dreams of my sisters and mother being carried away by strange, ape-like shapes with wild mocking smiles on their faces, as though they enjoyed being stolen from me. I woke up in a sweat several times that night, shaking and frightened. I was so terribly frustrated that night that I beat my meat, trying to take my mind off my family.
I complained about it the next day to my mother, but all I got from her was laughing advice to go out and get myself a girl friend. I was in a frantic state of mind all that day, unable to concentrate at school.
Miss Carlisle took me aside as school was letting out and told me to meet her in the parking lot in her car. I had only been waiting a few minutes when Miss Carlisle opened the door and slipped in under the wheel. She spoke as she turned the key in the ignition.
"All right, what's the matter? You've been moping and on the verge of crying all day. What is it?"
"Well, you know about my mother, sisters and me," I said. I told her the whole thing, about my sisters' and Mother's boy friends, and my fears of being shoved out of their lives. By the time I was finished telling my problems, we were pulling into a parking lot in a shopping center.
I had just finished explaining to her that it was going to be unusually lonesome this weekend because mom and my sisters would be out with their boy friends most of the time when she interrupted me with a dreamy expression in her eyes.
"Get down there, baby, and do it!"
Her words didn't sink in right away, but as she pulled her skirt up around her hips, the boldness of it hit me like a ton of bricks. I automatically scanned the parking lot, noticing the people hurrying to and from their cars, one or two of them giving a curious glance in our direction as they passed.
"Don't worry about them!" She laughed. "They won't suspect a thing."
Giving another quick glance to make sure that no one was watching at the moment, I slipped quickly down to the floorboards. I looked up at her as I moved between her legs. She was gazing unconcernedly out the window at the passing people, acting bored about the whole thing. She had taken off her panties at the school and I stared at the dark patch of fur between her legs, the pouting cuntlips hanging slightly open, the white creaminess of her thighs.
I worked my arms under her soft bottom and settled my face between her thighs, breathing in the soft woman fragrance of her flesh. The soft hairs of her cunt tickled against my nose. The slightly fishy odor of her cunt enflamed me, deadening my senses and putting me in a dreamy state as I took a slow lick of her slick vaginal opening. A sharp pain hit me as her hand pressed on the back of my head, pulling my face tightly to her cunt. She had turned the large dinner ring she wore around and the heavy stone dug into my scalp as she applied pressure to my head.
The sharp pain of the ring grinding into my scalp kept me alert and diligently licking, the opening of her cunt becoming wet and mushy as the titillation of my tongue on her clit started her juices to flow with excitement. I winced as the ring dug sharply into my scalp and my face pulled in between the pudgy lips of her hole. I felt her pelvis rubbing brutally on the bridge of my nose as she worked her cunt slowly over my face.
I choked for breath. Her juices were sucking up into my nostrils and my face was completely immersed in the hot inner lips of her gushing cunt. The hair almost pulled loose from my head as she yanked my face free from within the folds of her lips and she jammed her pelvis into my mouth! Tears ran freely from my eyes. The pain in my scalp became excruciating as, getting excited to the point of climax, she pulled against my head with herculean force as I gaspingly sucked her hardened clit.
My brain was numbed by a shattering bang of her cunt against my face as she catapulted into climax, her hand raking the stone of her dinner ring viciously across my head! I fell into the black void of semi-unconsciousness, dimly aware of the forceful hangings of her cunt against my face, the pain in my skull becoming mercifully numb and distant.
The fog cleared slowly from my brain and I realized that she had finished her climax. Her legs held limp and motionless around my head, her body inert and unmoving except for the shallow breathing that sometimes follows the satisfaction of sexual climax. I pulled my face from her now slippery and well-lubricated cuntlips, hearing the audible "ship" sound as my mouth pulled free. I stayed on the floor for a second rubbing the soreness from the back of my head, trying to bring my mind back to the present. She gave a sigh as I struggled back up to the seat and, slumping back against the door, presented me with a contented and enormously confident smile.
"You say your mother and sisters will be gone for most of the weekend?"
"Yeah," I answered, "they'll be busy with their boy friends most of the time!"
Even to myself I sounded like a spoiled brat, and I hated myself for it, but I was so disturbed I couldn't help it. I cringed at the laughing look of contempt that Miss Carlisle gave to me. A twinkle came into her eyes all of a sudden and she licked her tongue out over her lips.
"In that case, I think I'll come over this Saturday and give you some private lessons!"
We discussed the time that she should arrive and finally decided on late afternoon, being fairly sure that they would be gone by that time.
Miss Carlisle dropped me off at the corner of my block and I walked down to my house. For some strange reason she insisted on my calling her Miss Carhsle all the time and I never did have the privilege of calling her by her first name.
Disgust soured my stomach as I walked in the front door. Warren, my mother's boy friend, was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.
He had a pair of mother's panties on. His face was made up with rouge and eye make-up, like a woman, and his hands were bound behind him. Mother was slouched into the couch, her legs pulled up exposing her cunt and ass to his mouth, and she held loosely to two bright ribbons attached to earrings in his ears which she controlled him with. She had the nasty look of vindictive pleasure on her face as she manipulated the ribbons in her hands, bringing gasps of pain from Warren as they pulled on the earrings he wore. She was moving his head back and forth, bringing his mouth just close enough to touch on the lips of her cunt which were glistening with the juices of her excitement.
Hearing my entrance, Warren turned his head suddenly, yowling with pain as he forgot about the earrings he wore. Mom looked over at me with an angry expression on her face.
"What the hell are you looking at?" she yelled, pulling Warren's face into her cunt with the ribbons she held.
She closed her thighs around his head and stared thoughtfully at me for a minute.
"I enjoy having a pet, honey. Don't be too angry with Mother for having a little fun. If you weren't so damn much like your dad maybe I'd let you take his place, but I don't think you'd be able to take the kind of treatment I give him."
A sudden uneasiness swept over me as I saw the inquisitive, calculating look in her eyes, the searching question that didn't need to be spoken. My knees shook, a fiery flush warming my cheeks. An amused sparkle came to her eyes, proving that she had read the answer I was afraid to give. I rushed out of the room in confusion, going to the kitchen.
The sandwich I made tasted like a piece of dry wood. Giving in to my desires, I threw it into the trash and walked back into the living room, deciding to give myself up completely to her demands.
"Mom?" I choked, trying to bolster my courage.
"Yes, dear," she purred, the look in her eyes telling me she already knew what I was going to say.
"I want to take his place! I'll do anything you say, anything at all!"
She stared at me with the cold brilliance of confidence on her face, studying me as though I were some kind of a specimen under a microscope.
"Once you take his place, there's no stopping, Tony.. You understand that, don't you?"
"Y-yes, Mom," I muttered, my nervousness making me stutter in confusion.
"What about me?" Warren whined, giving me a look of jealous hatred. "What am I going to do?"
"Don't worry, pet. I won't throw you away. We'll find some use for you!" Mother laughed, slapping him lightly across the face.
She stood up and came over to me, taking me by the arm and leading me to the bathroom. She left me there for a minute, returning with an awl-like thing and sitting me down on the commode. She put her arm around my head, holding me immobile. I sat there apprehensively for a moment and winced as I felt the awl-like device pierce the lobe of my ear. I felt it withdrawn and a metal piece put in its place. She repeated the operation on my other ear and led me into the bedroom.
I quivered with humiliation as she applied make-up to my face and arranged my hair like a girl's. She finished by making me put on a pair of her panties and a bra. I cringed with shame as she shoved me in front of the mirror and made me look at myself. Being made-up like a girl was bad enough, but the effect was made even worse because I was actually pretty! My eyes fell to the floor as I saw the look of laughing contempt on her face. She pointed to the floor, smacking me on the back of the head for emphasis. I dropped to my hands and knees on the floor, the back of my head, still sore from Miss Carlisle's ring, smarting from the sting of mother's slap. I felt her naked foot on my back and felt the wind knocked out from me as I was slammed to the hardwood floor! My arms were pulled around behind me and I felt a silky material wound around my wrists, securing them together. She pulled the material painfully tight and tied it securely, leaving my arms bound helplessly behind me. Keeping me in position on the floor, she attached ribbons to the earrings she had put on me and pulled me up to my feet by them, sending searing torment through my ears and scalp as the earrings pulled on my skewered lobes.
"God, do you look pretty!" she said and smiled, pinching me here and there as I blushed a deep scarlet. "I ought to take you out for a walk and show you off!"
A hilarious scream of laughter burst from her as she saw the look of horror on my face. I was suddenly beginning to regret my decision to play the part of her slave. She took the ends of the ribbons delicately between thumbs and forefingers and, pulling lightly on them, brought my face within a half inch of the nipple of her breast.
"Lick every place I put your face to!" she commanded.
She held my head in that position so that I had to strain my tongue to reach the soft sponginess of her nipple. The pain in my ear lobes prevented me from pressing my face to her breast. She moved me slowly down over her belly, pausing as my tongue tickled into her navel. I absently studied the soft flesh of her belly, breathing in the exciting smell of woman that drifted up from her crotch. Pain shot through me again, yanking me from my dreamy state as she jerked my head down to the furry beginnings of her muff!
I gasped as her knee jabbed upward into my stomach. I winced as I pulled back in reflex and the earring tore painfully in my ears.
"That's just a reminder!" she spat. "When I want you to do something, you'd better jump to do it!"
I watched as she bowed her legs open, hunching her cunt out toward me. The orangeish pink lips hung loosely open, glimmering wetly, the pale, quivering pin kness of her inner lips showing from within her canal, bathed in thickly transparent goo. The strong fish oil odor exuded from her cunt as I felt my head pulled gently forward. I felt my cock harden with excitement as I stretched my tongue out to lick at the lips. She held my head just short of being able to reach her cunt and I was soon going mad with frustration of not being able to reach the juicy flesh. She laughed as I squirmed on the floor and let my head come a fraction closer to her cunt until the tip of my tongue just barely tickled on the silky wet softness of her vulva. I trembled in ecstatic torment as her cunt bumped teasingly at my face. I felt my head pulled down and brought slowly up so that my tongue trailed lightly up between the lips of her cunt.
I felt a tremor through her flesh as she teased herself on my tongue. Time and time again she worked my tongue over her cunt until her juices were flowing freely. Trickles of the slick substance oozing slowly down my tongue and into my mouth, tickling my throat as it trickled down in syrupy slowness. She pulled down on the ribbons, forcing my head down below her crotch so that I stared up at the combined sight of her cunt and ass.
Her bottom lowered slowly till my tongue lightly touched on the no-man's-land between her cunt and anus. I saw her flesh shiver with sensation as I lashed the sensitive area of her crotch with my tongue. Drops of juice from her excited cunt spattered on my forehead and eyes, putting me in an erotic state of trembling excitement that threatened to make me cream all over myself!
The ribbons tugged on my ears, forcing me further back toward her anus. The odorous flesh of her fanny jiggled with ticklish sensation as I ran the tip of my tongue with feather-like softness over the little brown hole, bringing a giggling gasp of pleasure from her. Suddenly she stepped back and, taking the ribbons in one hand, led me in a crouched over position to the living room where we had left Warren. He laughed as we entered, getting a kick out of the way I was made up and the crouching position mom kept me in with my head next to her thigh.
"Laugh all you want, little man. I've decided on what I want you to do!"
She led me over to the couch, making me kneel in front of it and bend over backward so that my head lay on the cushion. She looked down at my juice-smeared face with a grin and, forcing my mouth open, spat on me, telling me to stay in that position. A look of lewd joy filled her face as she turned to Warren. She grabbed the ribbons that dangled from his ears and pulled him over in front of me.
I heard his horrified gasp as he saw what she had intended for him, listened in abstraction to his little boy pleadings. Mom gave a low laugh and I felt his hot face pressed to my groin. Holding him in that position, before my loins, Mom worked her panties off my hips and down around my knees. A nauseated sound of sobbing breath came from Warren as she forced his mouth open and I felt the wetness of it pushed onto my limp prick. I felt it quiver in his mouth as it strained to regain erection.
Holding the ribbons in her hands like reins, keeping him in place with his mouth on my cock, she turned, straddling me, and I saw the beautiful sight of her bottom hovering over me. The soft flesh descended on to me, the oil slick lips spreading out over my face, the soft flesh of her posterior settling in heavy warmth on my head, driving me into the cushion of the couch. I felt her pelvis drop deeper and deeper into my mouth until my jaws were spread wide, her clit pressing against my tongue and my face immersed in the hot balm of her juicy cunt.
The wet fire of Mom's cunt on my face made my prick shoot fo full erection in Warren's mouth! I felt the head of my prick swelling against his cheeks, puffing them out as my great swollen knob became hung up in his mouth. I felt Mom's excitement as she watched, felt the trembling in her flesh as I sucked voraciously on her clit. She squirmed on my face her juice-swamped cunt making slurping sounds of suction over my mouth as her slobbery cunt lips washed over me. My lungs were straining for air as her fevered cunt drenched me with its powerfully scented fluids.
My prick was rumbling ominously in Warren's mouth, pulsating in slow, heaving motions. I squirmed in an agony of pleasure as my prick reached the point of ultra sensitivity, the electrifying moment that precipitates explosion, the annihilation of the senses. Mom's hot bottom thrashed in frenzied motion down on my head as she went into climax, her gushing cunt slipping over my face wildly, jamming down on me with mad deliberation as her whole body shook with the force of her climax! I felt my quivering tool jump like a rattlesnake, flooding Warren's mouth with a multitude of hot sticky cum. I came and came, sobbing insanely under the splashing violence of mother's banging cunt!
I lay there in a semi-daze, an unreal coma, as mother slowly lifted her dripping vagina from my face and my cock withdrew in slow retreat from Warren's mouth.
I looked over at Warren. There was an expression of absolute revulsion on his face. He looked like he was ready to spill his guts all over the place. A thin trickle of my semen dribbled out from the corner of his mouth as he gagged in nausea. Mom gave a scornful laugh and, putting her foot to his face, gave a shove that sent him sprawling into the corner.
She turned to me with an impersonal air, grabbing the ribbons and pulling, jerking me painfully from my reverie, yanking me to a trembling halt at her feet. My ears felt like they were on fire as I licked dog-like over her toes. I was weak from cumming and almost collapsed as she straddled my back and settled down on me.
Holding the ribbons in her hands, she guided me as though I were a horse, making me carry her back into the bedroom. After we had reached the bedroom she made me lay on my back on the bed, my arms behind me, making it extremely uncomfortable. From the dresser drawer she pulled a souvenir of aunt Betty's visit to us. It was a meticulously perfect replica of an erect prick, with a bulbous affair at the base. She also pulled a pair of garters from the drawer-frilly pink lace things. With a preoccupied smile on her face, she straddled my chest and worked the bulbous base into my mouth, having to use force to wedge the large base between my lips. Once it was in it was almost impossible to budge, filling my mouth and keeping my jaws spread painfully apart.
I breathed in deeply as she lifted her weight off my chest and moved around behind me, above my head. She knelt on my shoulders and I felt her soft pudgy lipped cunt settle on my forehead, her thighs framing my face. My earlobes tugged as she did something with the ribbons attached to them. Her fingers fumbled with the ribbons for a few moments and I felt her cunt ease up off my head. If it weren't for the gagging mouthpiece of the dildo, I would have screamed as I felt the earrings almost torn from the lobes of my ears!
She had tied the ribbons to the garters and as she lifted up, holding me down meanwhile, the ribbons were stretched taut, exerting a tremendous pull on my ears. My eyes blinded with tears of pain, I vaguely made out her cunt above me, spreading out over the head of the dildo in my mouth, and slowly devouring it as she lowered back down on it. The pain lessened as she lowered till she had settled soundly onto my head, the soft cheeks of her ass dividing to envelope my forehead, her crotch mashing heavily against my nose.
The pain gone from my ears, I became frantic with another problem. With the dildo in my mouth and her crotch cutting off air through my nostrils, I found I couldn't breathe! Still kneeling on my shoulders but leaning forward over my body, she raised her cunt up on the dildo. I gasped air in through my nose as her flesh left my face and slammed my face up at her crotch as searing pain shot through my ears from the pull of the ribbons attached to her garters!
First the pain, making me slam my face up to her bottom, ramming the dildo into her raised cunt, the jaw-breaking agony of the dildo in my mouth, then the suffocation as her soft bottom blacked out the world around me, engulfing my head in its pillowy warmth.
My head jerked up and down in agony, red waves of pain blinding me as she pumped up and down on the phony cock. Unreal visions flashed through my mind as she accelerated her speed, bouncing my head wildly against the mattress. Shrieking wails came from her as I'd frantically ram the dildo up into her cunt. My world became one of flashing colors, shocking pain, strangulation and brain-jarring battering as she went berserk with pleasure!
With a sudden heart-stopping lunge, she slammed down on my head to stay, her ass grinding down on me, flesh quivering, driving my head into the mattress as she trembled and shook through her climax! My head felt like it was burried in mush, my face and her ass completely drenched in the gooey fluids of her raging cunt. I felt the blackness closing in as my lungs ran out of air, my nose and mouth sucking in nothing but her juices instead of life-giving oxygen.
I woke with a start, my cheeks burning from a series of hard slaps. Mom sat over my chest staring down at me, her eyes still dulled with the heat of her climax. She grabbed the dildo and tore it from my mouth, almost taking teeth and all with it. She gave me a wry grin and turned away from me, kneeling on her hands and knees, her posterior facing me.
"Clean me," she commanded.
Her voice was flat and emotionless, the words spoken in much the same tone as she would use to say "pass the bread." I turned over on my side struggling to get to my knees, my arms bound behind me making it an almost impossible task. I got to my knees, teetered for a moment, then fell forward, my face banging against her rump. Half turning, she swung her arm, smacking me hard across the face. Once again I tried and in my precarious position, awkwardly licked the juices that were smeared over her ass and crotch. Just as I finished cleaning the juices from her she turned toward me and gave me a shove with her foot that sent me sprawling off the bed and onto the floor.
I ached all over, my body sore from falling off the bed and the numerous kicks she had given me. My ears and jaw were on fire, in agony from the pounding and banging of her cunt on the dildo and the savage pull of the ribbons. I had one of those headaches that makes a person want to lay down and die. Mom saw how miserable I was and decided to play it out a little longer.
Gathering her fingernail polish and nail file, she ordered me back up onto the bed, making me kneel by her hips facing her feet. She put the file in my mouth and ordered me to give her a pedicure. She held loosely to the ribbons as I leaned toward her toes. It was a ridiculous task and awkward, utilizing the file with my teeth, but it was made even more difficult as I felt her soft hand stroke and fondle my prick.
I struggled along feeling my prick swell to erection in her hand. I jerked with sensation as she tickled the head of my prick and yelled with pain as the ribbons pulled painfully on my ears, yanking my head back! With my scream of agony I dropped the file, receiving a cuff on the head for my clumsiness. Tears welling in my eyes, she made me pick up the file again with my teeth and continue the pedicure.
Once again she began stroking my prick, tickling the head of it, teasing me until I was a quivering mass of nerves, trying unsuccessfully to keep control of the file in my mouth. Despite my efforts I slipped with the file again and was pulled backward once more by the ribbons, receiving another harder smack as I dropped the file. She replaced the file with the fingernail brush and ordering me to begin painting.
Her merciless teasing of my prick continued until, shaking convulsively with excitement, the brush in my mouth spattering red polish all over her feet, I was yanked back one final time, so brutally I thought my ears would be torn from my head!
Although I was in dreadful pain by this time, her manipulations of my prick had done its job and I was at the point of no return, my cock threatening to shoot my nuts empty at any moment. Through my tear-glazed eyes, I saw her grinning down at me as she continued to toy with my tool. To my horror she moved the ribbons to the front of me and, pulling insistently on them, forced my head down toward my belly!
She sat on my legs holding me in place as she forced me to bend almost double on my side. I saw her grinning obscenely at me, shuddered with nausea as I watched my prick in her hand swing up to point at me. I stared in revulsion at the throbbing head of my prick, the little mouth in the center moist and dilating. I gagged as she forced me closer, rubbing the hot flesh of my own cockhead over my mouth. I tried to think of other things, tried to get my mind off the pleasurable sensations in my prick as she stroked it. I groaned as I felt myself about ready to explode, my prick swelling like a puff adder. Sickness twisted my stomach, bile rising in my throat as my own hot sticky cum spattered over my face from my jerking prick. Mother's shrieking laughter rang in my ears!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mother had tired of her torment of me and had released me from my bonds, taking the brutal earrings from my ears and setting me free till another time. I had passed the night in weary misgiving, feeling sick and ashamed of what I had allowed to happen, but at the same time feeling a guilty fulfillment from what had taken place. All in-all, it was a very uneasy night for me.
The morning passed uneventfully, Mother and my sisters being too busy getting ready to leave. By two in the afternoon I was alone in the house and settled down to wait for Miss Carlisle. The time went by slowly and I found myself becoming impatient, my imagination running wild as I thought of what we would do.
It was about four thirty when I heard her car pull up in front of the house. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I got up to open the door.
"Hello, Tony," she said and smiled, a strangely warm look in her eyes.
She threw her jacket onto the couch and stretched, turning slowly to face me. She gave me that strange smile again, walking slowly to me, until her body was pressed against mine. I felt her arms slip around my neck, her mouth pressing on mine, forcing it open. Her tongue moved languidly in my mouth, lazily, and I felt the temperature go up between my legs as my prick raised in answer to her hungry body. There was a dopey, glazed look in her eyes as she pulled back from me.
"Let's go in your mother's bedroom, honey," she murmured. "I want to do it in her bed."
Whatever her reason, I didn't give a damn. My cock was quickly reaching gigantic proportions and the only thing that mattered to me at the time was to feel my cock buried in the hot luxury of her cunt. I began stripping on the way to the bedroom, relieving the pressure on my swollen prick, letting it jump free of the confinement of my pants.
She gave my heavy dick a quick squeeze and literally tore off the rest of her clothes,, pulling me anxiously to the bed. There seemed to be some desperate need in her. She pushed me over on my back, laying on top of me. She moaned in heat, her body writhing in fevered torment against me.
She lifted, her hand reaching between our bodies, her hand clenching possessively on my heated prick, and I felt her guide it toward the gaping mouth of her buttery cunt. I quivered with delight as I felt her tease my cockhead over the heated slippery smoothness of her cuntal lips.
"Ooooh, fuck!" she moaned, sending an excruciating wave of pleasure through me as she slammed down on my prick, her lush cunt peeling back the foreskin from the head of it, bathing it in the fiery wetness of her torrid vagina! "Ooh God! Love me, Tony, love me!"
She held tightly to me for a moment, my enormous prick buried to the hilt in her clasping body, boring into her womb. Moaning deeply, she began grinding her cunt against me, making me writhe in ecstasy as I felt her hot innards working on my sensitive pecker. I winced as she bit hard on my lip, her hips taking up a slow rotating motion, raising up and down my dick in fervent deliberation. A few moments went by, her body writhing in sensual mania and her breath coming in feverish panting. My body on fire with sensation, my mind in a frenzy of lust, I heaved her off me, throwing myself on top of her begging body. With an insane fury I threw my cock into her, feeling the searing force of my thrust pull on my fevered cock as it catapulted down the wet channel of her fiery hole.
I beat my dick in and out of her cunt with staccatto fury, gone mad with overwhelming pleasure. Her moans turned to shrieks of lust and animal frenzy. Her fingernails ripped over my back. Her hips beat up at me erratically, her legs gripping my back and my legs as she strained for leverage, trying to jamm all of me into her.
Just as I felt my cock heave inside of her, Mother's voice rang out, filling the room with the sound of her fury, destroying the enjoyment of my climax.
"What the fuck's going on here? What the fuck are you doing with that tramp in my bed?"
Her voice was a screech as she came tearing across the room at us. Miss Carlisle came out of her erotic trance as Mom's hands tore into her hair. An elbow slammed into me and I jumped out of the way as the two women went into a mad scramble with each other, screaming curses like a couple of dock workers. A look of astonishment flashed over Miss Carlisle's face as a handful of hair pulled loose in her hand from my mother's head.
"You goddamn fuckin' whore," Mom gasped as she struggled. "I ought to turn you in to the cops!"
Miss Carlisle let out a wail as Mom's fingernails clawed across her breasts.
"Yaaiieee! You slut, you're one to talk, after what y-you did to him!" Miss Carlisle spat.
Mom jerked back, a look of shocked inquiry in her eyes, staring intently at Miss Carlisle. Miss Carlisle jumped off the bed, grabbing for her clothes. Warren stood meekly in the doorway of the bedroom, Carol and her boy friend standing behind him.
"You call me a whore, you fucking bitch, but at least I wouldn't screw my own son!" she screamed. "If anybody should be reported to the cops, it's you! That's incest!"
Mom's eyes flashed over to me, a sudden look of fear in them. She stared down at the bed, thinking for a minute.
"Get out of here," she rasped, her voice dead and empty.
"Don't worry, sweet," Miss Carlisle sneered at her. "I won't tell if you won't!"
She finished pulling her clothes in her clothes in order on her body and giving Warren a playful pinch on his prick as she passed him and went laughing out of the house. Mom's face slowly turned toward me. I felt as though the guts had been drained out of me, feeling guilty about having told Miss Carlisle about us. A cold chill of fear shot through me as I saw the vindictive look in Mom's eyes.
"You just had to do it, didn't you? You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you, even after what happened the last time and we had to move?" Her eyes squinted venomously. "Well, baby, I think it's time you learned a little lesson. Frank!" she screamed at Carol's boy friend. "Come over here and grab this little bastard!"
I turned, looking for a way out, but Frank was on me before I could even think. He pinned my arms behind me, holding me for Mom. My insides shook with fright as I watched Mom approach. A calm emotionless look had come over her face, scaring me even more than the hateful fire it had replaced. She stared at me for a moment then gave me a slap that liked to tear the head off me. Fury flashed in her eyes again for a moment and she walked over to the dresser. She pulled out the silk scarf and the ribboned earrings, coming back to me.
She very ungently skewered the earrings into my ears and went around behind me. Although it was silk, she pulled the scarf so tight on my wrists I felt my hands swelling as the circulation was cut off, turning numb and useless.
"All right," she said to the others, keeping her eyes on me. "Go into the other room and wait, I've got a surprise for you."
She pulled me over to the bed and sat me down on it, pushing me agains the bed post, trying the ribbons tightly around it so that my head was held securely in place. She began applying make-up to me with painstaking care. It took quite a while before she was through. She took adhesive tape, and taped my prick against my abdomen, running it around me so that my prick couldn't get loose. I watched her as she took a pair of frilly panties out of her dresser, cringed as she menacingly cut a small portion out of the back of them.
She forced them onto me, pulling them up high on my waist so that my bandaged prick was completely hidden, except for the bulge of it.
She put her bra on me, stuffing it with handkerchiefs. She put a garter belt and nylons on me and finished by crowning my head with a woman's wig. She undid the ribbons from the post, and prompted me to my feet with a sharp tug, the ribbons pulling on the earrings in my ears. She made me step into a pair of high-heeled shoes, gave me a last inspection, and led me out to the living room, staggering in the unfamiliar feel of the high heels.
Laughter bubbled out from everyone in the room. Frank gave a low whistle and mockingly winking at me. My face was on fire with shame.
"Do a little 'bump and grind' for them, Tony," Mom ordered.
I stood still, wavering in the unsteadiness of the heels. Tears sprang to my eyes as she twisted the ribbons in her hands, the earrings tearing in my ears. Feeling like the misfit of the century, my face burning scarlet, I unsteadily attempted a bump and grind. Their laughter became hysterical as I wobbled through my dance with Mother jerking on the ribbons now and then and making me go into weird contortions and movements.
By the time she told me to stop, I was sobbing openly. Frank came over to me and patted me on the ass in mock affection, ogling me with exaggerated lust. The situation was unbearable. Mom jerked on the ribbons again and I was pulled backward toward the bedroom.
Everybody stripped down. Frank shook his hefty pecker at me with Warren looking at me with a mysterious look of glee on his face. I jumped as Mom's hands came around from behind me, gagged as she jammed the base of the mouth dildo between my jaws. She gave me a kick right in the ass and I went sprawling onto the bed. The bed bounced wildly as the rest of them joined me.
Mom lay on her back and forced the dildo into her cunt, attaching the ribbons to her garters as she had done before. Carol lay next to her and they began fondling each others breasts, necking with each other. I noticed Warren crawl between Carol's legs and soon heard the tell-tale slurping sounds of cunnilingus as he began to devour her cunt. Mom's hips began to heave up and down, her legs moving slightly, pulling on the ribbons and forcing me to bang the dildo into her cunt. I wondered vaguely where Frank was as I struggled to keep my movements harmonious with the movements of my mother's hips, trying to avoid the torturous tearing of the earrings in the lobes of my ears.
I felt the bed move behind me, felt Frank's hairy legs brush against mine, and shuddered with terror as I awaited the onslaught I now knew would come. I became so preoccupied with the threat behind me, I forgot the danger in front, and my whole body jerked in agony as a thrust of Mother's hips yanked my head savagely forward by the ears, my reflex movement slamming my face against her pelvis, burying the dildo to the hilt in her cunt! Mom and Carol were beginning to thrash wildly on the bed, clutching and pawing at each other in feverish passion, Carol near to cumming from the ardent sucking of Warren on her cunt.
I stiffened with horrendous pain as I felt the head of Frank's hard piston split wide the narrow passage of my anus! I became one big sore point, flashing pain centering in my tortured mouth, my ears, searing my anus, traversing through my whole body in continuous shock waves as I was jerked to and fro by the erotically maddened group!
I blacked out momentarily as Frank gave a herculean shove into me that carried his throbbing prick deep into my guts, feeling as though it would split me apart, drive my entrails up to my tonsils! A sort of numb abstraction of consciousness kept me dimly aware of what was happening. The pain seemed far away, the driving of his prick into my ass not quite so terrifying any more, even feeling strangely exciting, putting me even further into a dazed state.
I felt my pecker swelling inside the silken panties, straining against the adhesive tape that held it. I felt as though I were in a nightmarish dream, everything becoming unreal as I felt myself approaching orgasm. Burning fire coursed through the shaft of my cock as my cum spurted out over my belly, the tape making the passage narrow and unyielding to force of spurting cum that shot through it! I drifted into a deep well of blackness, sharp flashes of pain shooting through my skull as mother battered on the dildo in my mouth, through climax, till all consciousness faded, and I was in a merciful, unfeeling coma.
For a moment I didn't know where I was. I felt myself being shifted and moved around, a strange numbness in my arms and a dull roaring in my ears. As full consciousness came back, memory of what had happened returned and I found that they had put a box on the bed, propping me over it so that I was in a kneeling position. Mom sat on my back, holding the ribbons like reins, keeping my head pulled back and up.
A vindictive grin on his face, Warren moved onto the bed in front of me, kneeling so that his loins were directly in front of my face. His fingers toyed with his half hard prick. He had become excited to the point of cumming while eating out Carol's cunt, and some of the cum was smeared over his prick. Carol was eating Frank, working him up to another hard-on.
The ribbons pulled on my ears straining my head backward, forcing my mouth open. Warren moved closer, the heavy odor of his prick nauseating me as it came under my nose. I felt the hot sticky head brush against my mouth, probing between my lips, making me shudder with the queasy feeling of my stomach turning in revulsion and disgust.
Carol had brought Frank to another hard-on, and I prepared for another onslaught as he moved around behind me, his prick waving in the air like a boom of a sail boat. Warren took his prick in hand and rubbed it slowly over my face as the head of Frank's prick began its butt-ripping journey into my ass. I felt myself becoming hysterical with torment and disgust as Warren's prick rubbed over my face, against my nose, pushing into my mouth. He laughed with glee at my misery.
His cockhead pushed all the way into my open mouth and he began a slow fucking motion, stroking his cockshaft with his fingers, leering down at me as it became rock hard, bulging against my cheeks. I felt it throbbing, pulsating in heaving swells.
"I'm almost ready to cum, sweetie," he purred in his wispy voice. "Feel it swelling? It's gonna shoot my fuck cream all over your tonsils any second now!"
Choked screams came from my throat as my hysteria reached the point of insanity. My ass was burning up, my insides turning to watery mush from the furious banging of Frank's prick spearing in and out of me. Warren pulled his cock out of my mouth, moaning and writhing. He rubbed his prick over my face some more. I saw the evil-looking redhead as it pointed at my eye and saw the silvery wetness forming in the little hole at the tip of it. It was trembling violently against my face. Suddenly he hooked his thumbs in my mouth, pulling it open wide and, aiming the head, jammed his prick inside. I gagged as sticky wetness blasted my mouth, clogging my throat in gooey floods. His prick jumped again and again, emptying the contents of his nuts in my mouth.
Finally he pulled it out, his prick quickly shrinking in size. Frank still hadn't cum and while I gagged in nausea, he continued the brutal banging of my ass until once more I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke in darkness. My arms were free but I still wore the frilly underwear of a woman and the earrings were still in my ears. I began shaking with nervous collapse, a wildness in my mind, so emotionally shattered I was on the verge of insanity. The house was quiet. Everybody was gone.
I crept out of bed and found that I was so sore in my rectum that I could hardly walk. I struggled out of the woman's underwear. Wild, unreasonable fury rose up in me as I thought of all I had gone through. I choked down the scream I felt welling up in my throat. Mad rage filled me. I had to get out of the house!
I threw on a raincoat, not bothering to dress, and ran out of the front door. I ran for a couple of blocks, finally stopping in exhaustion. My asshole felt like it would fall out any moment.
I had come to a row of vacant lots, heavily laced with trees. I moved off the sidewalk and sank against a huge oak. I sat there for a few minutes, catching my breath and recounting some more the degradations I'd suffered. I felt the rage building up in me again, setting my brain on fire.
My thoughts were interrupted by the clicking sound of heels on cement from far down the sidewalk. My mind was in a state of mad confusion and I don't really know what my reasoning was at tthat time, except that it was a woman coming down the walk and that it was women that had always plagued me, my own mother who had humiliated me beyond my endurance. I felt an unexplainable hatred growing in me for the woman walking down the sidewalk, a woman I didn't even know.
The footsteps came nearer and my hatred turned to growing excitement with each step that brought her closer. The clicking heels were loud now and I heard a low humming, the woman going over an old forgotten tune to herself as she walked. She came abreast of me and I sprang! A startled scream came from her as she felt my arms close around her from behind.
I clapped my hand over her mouth, pulling her with some difficulty back into the trees. She wasn't a very big woman but she fought me like a tiger, clawing, kicking, biting at my hand! For a moment I had the panicky feeling that she might escape me but she suddenly seemed to give up hope, her body quivering in fright, whimpering sobs coming from her mouth as I tore at her clothes. The raincoat hung loosely around me and my leg between hers. I felt the soft flesh of her thigh against mine. Her pitiful sobbings were beginning to be a nuisance and I smacked her hard across the face. She stopped sobbing and lay rigidly still, her eyes shut tight. Her jaw clenched in fright as I pulled her panties down over her plump thighs.
She seemed to be around her early forties, although I couldn't tell too well in the darkness. Her body seemed firm and healthy through her clothing. Her panties were giving me trouble, making me furious, and I literally ripped them off her body. Her body trembled like a scared animal, her breath coming in a short gasp as my fingers touched her cunt.
As I rubbed my fingers on her cunt, the sudden wetness there told me that she was enjoying the excitement of the attack almost as much as I was. This made me insanely furious and I swung myself around so that my hips were at her head. I decided that I would make a cocksucker out of her for a starter. Jerking myself as I directed it, I put the head of my prick to her mouth, forcing her clenched jaws open with my other hand. A chortled, choking sound came from her as I jammed the feverish head of my prick into her mouth.
Amazement and an unbelievable sensation filled me as I was surprised by the willing and almost cannibalistic suction of her mouth on my cockhead. Involuntary gasps of pleasure tore from me as I felt my prick jump joyously in her mouth! Mixed emotions tore through me. I felt like crying. I wanted revenge so bad and yet my victim was so willing she was putting me to the peak of enjoyment! One moment I wanted to bash her brains in, the next I was in a squirming fit of pleasure as she sucked me toward my climax.
I began laughing to myself as I yanked my spit-coated cock out of her mouth. I put my hands between her legs and they spread willingly, letting me work in between them. I touched the head of my straining prick against the gaping lips of her cunt, rubbing the head over her clitoris, teasing it between her cuntlips and with a slight halt, pulling back just a hair, I rammed my prick up to her asshole!
A surprised grunt came from her as she felt the head of my prick jam against her bottom. I missed at the first shot, bumping against her crotch, and frantically rammed again, this time hitting on target. The sound of sucking air came from her as the head of my prick battered open the tiny hole of her anus, and my hands were too late to stop the scream that came from her mouth as it jammed inside, splitting the tiny hole with it's girth.
I held my hands over her mouth, tightly, jamming my dick in hard, reveling in the painful squirmings of her body as I dug it further and further into her bowels. Having worked my cock most of the way in, I pulled it back and, summoning my strength, slammed it in with all my might, burying my shaft to the balls in her ass! A horrendous scream tore from her that I couldn't stop. Her body twisted as she tried in desperation to pull away from me. A sudden numbness, a cold chill ran through me as I felt hands on my arms, roughly pulling me back, jerking me off the sobbing woman!
A sort of a blank-minded sickness came over me. I noticed the uniforms and, realizing they were cops, felt a strange quivering in my belly. For some reason I remember the smell of Old Spice shaving lotion which one of the cops must have been wearing. I didn't try to fight them. My body just seemed to melt, my whole nervous and physical system disintegrating into jelly.
I felt them pulling me off of her, heard her indignant accusations which she hurled at me now that she had an audience. She had enjoyed part of it and I felt a strange frustration at the thought that no matter what I would say, it wouldn't make any difference. I knew what I had in my mind but none of these other people did and it gave me a supreme feeling of confidence, of superiority. I had secrets that they didn't know about!
I settled into the police car with the feeling of deep calm and serenity, unreasonably satisfied with the way things were going.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next few days were extremely dismal and confusing. After a few initial hours at the police station, I was transferred to the juvenile authorities. Because of the strangeness of my crime, I was kept mainly to myself. They hadn't been able to contact my mother that night, but she saw me the following morning.
I could see that she was terrified of what I might say, and I received indescribable enjoyment from her misery. I had already made it up in my mind not to say anything about our relationship, not because of loyalty to my mother but because of my own reluctance to admit the humiliations I had gone through. Nevertheless I gave her the impression that I was undecided, making her think that I might spill the beans at any minute. The people in charge at the juvenile hall treated her rather coldly too, which added to her apprehension and anxiety.
Evidently they thought I was nuts or something. I went through several sessions with a couple head shrinkers. I still felt that strange calm inside, mixed with a feeling of secret glee at the confusion I was causing. I refused to say anything more than necessary to the head shrinkers and, when I did say anything, I made it so senseless that they couldn't make anything out of it.
They made me look at some odd-looking ink spots-I was supposed to see pictures in them. I didn't see a damn thing in them. Just to get them off my back, I stretched my imagination and came up with some real dillies that had them scratching their heads and wondering. They even made me play with blocks. What for I don't know, but as far as I was concerned I think some of them should have had their heads shrunk instead of me.
For some reason I just didn't seem to give a damn about what happened any more. There was a hearing during which they decided that I was mentally disturbed, and the final decision was that I would be put into an institution for an indefinite period, or until I had been cured of my mental and emotional disorders and I was no longer a danger to society.
I didn't get to say much of anything at the hearing, not that I wanted to anyhow, but when I did I thought Mom would have a heart attack! She really thought that I was going to give her away. I didn't really hate her that much for what she had done, to destroy her, although I relished every minute that I had her squirming.
I thought that I would go to the institution right away, but I was wrong. I was held at the juvenile authority for two more days before I was transferred.
There was a guard at the main gate that we went through. The property was surrounded by high walls, which I laughingly told myself was to protect me from the outside world. I was ushered into the main building and presented to a serious-faced young man in a white uniform. Contrary to what I thought, he wasn't a doctor or head shrinker. He was just an intern, a sort of an orderly. My clothing was taken from me and I was given sanitarium issue. Loose fitting garments that were at least comfortable, if not fashionable.
I was led to a private room and kept in sort of isolation until they could decide what to do with me. I remained in that room the rest of the day, not seeing anyone of importance and even having my meals delivered to me. The walls were padded and were a icky cream color. The ceiling looked like a sieve. I didn't enjoy my new home at all, but somehow I managed to get some sleep.
The next day I was taken to an office at the other end of the building and found myself sitting opposite a very business-like looking woman, with an impersonal, professional smile on her face.
Her hair was drawn back tight from her head and piled on top, giving her a somewhat severe look. She wore little make-up, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, and what looked like a woman's suit beneath a white hospital smock.
I thought she would begin with the ink spots, the blocks, or the third degree, but she didn't. She settled back behind her desk and commented on the weather. She asked me what my favorite hobbies were, looking somewhat surprised when I told her I didn't have any.
"Well, you must have something you like to do more than anything else!" she lid said.
Feeling an evil inspriation, I decided to play my madness to the hilt. I blurted out that I was always too busy thinking about women and their beautiful bodies to care about anything else. I told a little white lie, saying that on a couple occasions I had been fortunate enough to find my face buried between the soft thighs of a young woman, and that I enjoyed nothing more than eating a woman's cunt out, and that in fact I would be the happiest boy on earth if she would let me eat her cunt out!
I expected her to be shocked I guess, and was disappointed when she only looked at me with curiosity. She asked me what I got out of it and why I thought it was so exciting. I began to feel foolish and angry with her for being so calm and cold blooded about it. I told her how I loved to suck the soft, slick lips of a cunt, bury my face in the hot opening, breath in the exciting odor of pussy, and most of all, how I enjoyed feeling a woman's excitement through her body as she would cum.
I thought I glimpsed a nervous flicker in her eye as I described the pleasures I enjoyed in eating cunt, and the pleasures the women enjoyed in being eaten by me, but it was too fleeting to be sure of what she felt. She had me talking to her for quite a while and I found myself becoming highly aroused as I thought of the pussy I had eaten and fucked. I told her of them, although I didn't give names or any leads as to who they might have been.
After what must have been at least two hours, she ended our discussion. I stood up to leave with the orderly and became instantly conscious of the fact that my day dreaming had made my dick as hard as a rock! The loose garments hanging on me stood out like a tent on a long, waving pole. I couldn't mistake the look that flashed through the lady doctor's eyes then! She flushed a bright pink as she noticed that I had seen her lusty need in her eyes, the greedy hunger for my abnormal hunk of cock. For a split second she met my eyes then abruptly turned her back on me.
I was taken back to the isolation room, ramaining there until after another session with a tall man whom I found was in charge of the sanitarium. I found my meeting with him to be quite boring and welcomed the return to my room when he was finished with me. Our conversation was mostly a one-way thing, and I refused to say anything more than necessary, sometimes pretending to not even hear him. It wasn't till the next morning that I was taken to the room which was to be mine for most of my stay there.
It was a small room with a narrow bed, a foot locker, a wash basin and a toilet. The only other articles in the room were a small table and chair. That night for some reason I felt as though the world had come to an end, or at least for me. I had never felt so alone and miserable in my life, spending most of the night awake, imagining all sorts of weird fantasies, conscious nightmares, wishing for death in the depths of my depression.
After the first couple of weeks I became more or less resigned to my situation though, and time ceased to mean anything, the days weeks and months melting into each other as though they were all the same. A constant ritual developed. Breakfast, a thing they called "physical therapy", discussions with either the lady doctor or one of the three other head shrinkers there, lunch, a period devoted to arts and crafts, more discussion with the head shrinkers, dinner, wash time and bed.
The physical therapy was given with the probable idea that a healthy body helped to make a healthy mind, I guess. I also was given certain chores to do but they are not worth mentioning here. Some of the people at the place gave me the willies but most of them appeared to be pretty . normal most of the time. There was one girl in the place that intrigued me. Most of the time she had a vacant look in her eyes, but every now and then I caught her staring at me with a piercing look in her eyes. One day I was absolutely astounded to see her lift her skirt up over her hips, stick her tongue out at me, and bump her cunt in my direction with obscenely wild motions! All of a sudden she dropped her skirt and began laughing uncontrollably, and just as suddenly, stopping and reverting back to her blank-eyed look of mindlessness.
Mindless or not, it was the first time I'd seen anything even suggesting a cunt since my arrival and I almost instantly felt a horny hunger inside of me, growing more desperate with each passing hour. I found that once more I had a purpose, an awareness of life. The next few days were spent in trying to figure out a way to get close to my little mindless admirer. She was a good-looking broad in her late teens, but she would have looked a lot better if she would have taken care of herself. Her hair continuously hung straight down as though she didn't give a damn about it. She just didn't seem to care what she looked like.
Mrs. Richards, the woman doctor, also excited my interest around this time. I noticed that she was becoming more and more nervous during our talks. Almost invariably she would start our conversation with a forced easiness, talking about how I was getting along, this that and the other, and would gradually lead me into elaborating on my sexual experiences. As I'd talk about my infatuation with eating cunt and my love of women's bodies in general, she would become more and more fidgety, averting her eyes, a rosy color coming to her cheeks. More than once I caught her eyes riveted on the area of my crotch, aflame with lust. She asked me if I had preferences in women or whether it made any difference at all. I replied that as long as the woman wasn't ugly or obese, it made no difference, and immediately after answering her question she excused me, a thoughtful look on her face.
It was impossible for me to manage contact with the girl who had flashed her cunt at me during the night, because of the fact that we were locked in at night, but my chance came soon enough. Within the walls of the institution they had their own garden and orchard, which the more privileged inmates were allowed to tend. At one end of the garden was a corn patch. There was an orderly on duty watching over everything, but I had noticed that he was something less than fanatic in his supervision of us.
As soon as his back was turned, I slipped in the cover of the corn stalks, dropping to my hands and knees. The girl was on her hands and knees also, only about ten feet from the place where I hid. She seemed to be absorbed in what she was doing in the garden, but I noticed that she was steadily coming closer to my hiding place as she worked. Without warning, she got up in a crouch and ran the few remaining feet that separated us, plunging headlong into the protection of the corn stalks.
She tossed her head, clearing the hair from her eyes as she looked at me with a conspiratorial glint, I noticed that they were a lovely green. We stared at each other for a few moments and she suddenly leaned back, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt almost to her hips. Her hands paused and she looked at me coquettishly.
"Do you want to see my treasure?" she asked and grinned, her mouth hanging open in what I guess she thought was a sexy attitude. "I'll let you see it if you promise you'll be good to me!"
"Sure, sure!" I said quickly.
I was so horny I couldn't stand it, and I could already feel my pecker up as hard as a rock between my legs. She smiled with a touchingly imperious air, unable to hide the excitement she felt, her eyes flashing with anticipation as she prepared to show me her treasure. Her fingers played teasingly at the hem of her skirt and it slowly pulled up over her hips.
I stared in fascination at her cunt, my guts squirming with the hunger I felt. The hair was soft and black around the puffy pinkness of her cuntal lips. Even from where I sat, I could smell the healthy odor of young cunt. I felt the flush come to my cheeks as I leaned forward and down toward her pelvic area. She lay perfectly still as I neared her cunt. I noticed the dewy wetness between the lips and, with a contented sigh, put my tongue between the puffy, honeyed softness of her cuntal lips.
Feeling the slippery sweetness of her cunt on my mouth, an ecstatic feeling overcame me and I buried my face in the pungent pudding of her hole, breathing in the musty smell of her, rubbing my face in the hot mush of her inner lips. She shifted slightly, pushing her clit to my mouth, and I began paying the homage she demanded. A few minutes passed and I felt her body twitch, a mild trembling beginning to flow through her flesh. I looked up at her to see how close she was coming to her climax and froze momentarily, halting the tongue lashing I was administering to her clit.
Her eyes were glazed with sexual fever but there was a child-like, strangely curious look in them that sent a chill down my back. Her mouth was slightly parted, which only intensified the look of idiocy on her face. I shook the shock from my mind and continued eating her cunt until it was flowing abundantly with her juices and she was squirming and writhing strenuously with her approaching climax. Her hands clutched at my head, soft whimperings coming from her throat, and she came, her cunt bumping and straining against my mouth in steady cycles. First a rapid bumping, then the slow, forceful straining-the rapid bumping then the straining again until she had completely drained her pussy in my mouth!
I grabbed my cock, the poor thing jerking in spasms, on the verge of cuming, and thrust myself on top of her, hoping to feel the hot balm of her cunt on my prick before it lost its steel in explosion. Her fingernails scratched my cheeks and a terrified look came on her face as she saw my intent! I jumped back in surprise.
"You promised you'd be nice to me!" she gasped, horror on her face. "That's nasty! You catch diseases from doing that!"
I was completely flabbergasted. For a moment I didn't know what to say. There I sat in erotic misery, my prick straining with fever and my guts churning with need for release! I gathered my wits and held my prick out of her, pleading to her with my eyes, and asked her if she could possibly do to me what I had done to her. A bright look came to her eyes, a childishly agreeable grin flashing across her face.
"Oh, sure! There's nothing wrong with that. That can't make you sick!"
Without another word she leaned down over my prick and took the bulging head in her mouth, sending a continuous flow of electric shocks through me as her tongue expertly worked over my heaving, heated prick. Almost instantly I felt my cock quake with explosion and I clutched her head to me as I felt over a month's cum build-up begin to blast out of me! Blast after blast of hot sticky cum shot from my prick, ripping me so badly with the force of it that I fell over onto my side, my body jerking in convulsions of sexual ecstasy!
After I had caught my breath I peeked out through the shielding cover of the corn stalks. The orderly had his back turned, idly watching a couple of the inmates as he chewed on weed. I pulled the girl up beside me and shoved her out into the open, following quickly once she was at a safe distance. I felt supremely satisfied with myself even though I hadn't managed to fuck. At least I had gotten my nuts off, and we had crried it off without being caught.
My feeling of exhilaration was completely shattered however when, on the way back to the main house, the guard gave me a knowing wink! A morbid feeling of dread filled me and I tossed and turned all that night, wondering how long it would be before the orderly blew the whistle on us and wondering just how much he really did know.
A couple days went by uneventfully and my anxiety lessened. I was having another session with Dr. Richards. She looked haggard and was extremely nervous. Her eyes shifted weasel-like all over the room, looking everywhere but at me. I began talking to her as always, about nothing at all at first, and then, as she prompted, gradually elaborating on my sexual peculiarities. Her face turned livid, then scarlet with heat. There was a tormented look on her face.
She stood up suddenly and went to the door. She quickly tested the lock then turned to me with a frenzied look of passion in her eyes.
"I can't stand it!" she sobbed. "I can't take it another minute. You've got to do it to me!"
She tore off her hospital coat and began stripping out of her skirt as she walked back to me. I could see her fighting to keep control, to keep from going completely animal with her heat. She dropped her skirt, stepping out of it and thumbing down a pair of pale blue panties. The soft creamy flesh of her thighs billowed out above the smoky confines of her nylons. A tingling ran through me as I saw the mousy colored fur of her cunt as she freed herself of the panties, the flaming lips of her cunt already glistening with damp excitement!
Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from her heat and, with a convulsive quiver, she lost the control she had maintained and flew at me, tearing me from the chair and onto the floor! A sob rushed out from her and her cunt slammed down on my mouth with desperate speed! The wet excitement of her cunt glued itself demandingly to my mouth. In dazed cooperation my tongue licked over the already hard and protruding clit. The wild fishy smell of a woman cuming filled my nostrils as her juicy cunt twisted in slippery fury over my mouth, the molten fire of her cunt burying me in its centigrade heat, the fiery warmth of her soft thighs burning my cheeks as she ground out a climax on my mouth!
My prick was jumping erratically beneath my hospital issue! My brain whirled with erotic excitement as I drowned under the splashing gooieness of her cunt. I drank her pussy juices greedily, sucking madly on her banging box as she worked toward another climax. Unquenchable lust seemed to possess her as she banged on my mouth and face from one climax to the next. Her cunt spread over my face and she rubbed her clit in wriggling, spastically staccatto hangings against my nose!
My head was beginning to ache from the pounding of her gushing cunt, my jaws about to give way in agony from the forceful plunging of her pelvis into my mouth. Her form twisted and gyrated dizzily above me through my juice-spattered vision, my lungs straining for air through my goo-saturated throat. The weak quiverings of over-heated sexual excitement ran through my body as she finally pulled off, my prick waving like a flag pole in the air and my mind running rampant with erotic hysteria.
She turned her back to me, standing over my hips, and came down to my prick, pausing for a fraction of a second to line it up to her cunt before dropping down in a slippery rush onto it! I felt it swell up like a balloon inside of her, the hot buttery depths of her pussy ravaging it with scintillating sensation! She leaned forward over my legs and I felt the maddening strain on my prick as it was pulled down by her body to point toward my toes. I lay writhing in ecstatic agony as she worked her body on and off of my prick, the straining member rearing and bucking in the volcanic heat of her cunt. Searing fire ran through my prick. My nuts were in a vise of pain as I shot my cum into her! Feeling me shoot it, she stiffened, clenching her cunt on me, milding my cum-jerking prick till the last sticky drop was drained!
I felt weak as a baby and lay half asleep under her. She remained on top of me for a few minutes then slowly pulled off of me, taking a handkerchief from her bag and stuffing it into her drooling cunt. She dressed in unhurried contentment. After she'd put herself back together, she looked at me with a smile, leading me to the door.
"We'll just call this 'mutual therapy' until I can think of a better name for it. We're going to have a lot of fun together!"
With that she gave me a pinch on the ass and opened the door before ushering me out.
CHAPTER NINE
I was amazed at my good fortune! Life at the sanitarium was not only bearable, but actually enjoyable, now that I had two females to enhance it. It was a few days before I had another visit with Dr. Richards and, during that time, I tried my best to convince the girl that there wasn't any danger in fucking, talking to her earnestly every time I had the chance. I had a few talks with the other doctors during that time but I continued to let things slip with them, to make them think that I still had a few marbles loose, exaggerating my infatuation with eating cunt and so on.
It was a while before I had a chance to get the girl in the corn field again, but one day I had the good luck to be working in the institution's laundry at the same time she was. There was a huge dryer at one end of the laundry facilities and while the supervisor of the laundry and the orderly were busy with a disturbance at the other end, I pulled her around behind it. I told her I wanted to stick my dick in her, but she wasn't going for it. I begged and pleaded with her to just let me stick it in a little ways so she could see how good it would feel, but her eyes told me that she was still terrified of the idea.
On a sudden impulse I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her skirt. Seeing what I was up to, she eagerly grabbed her skirt from me and lifted it high, baring her cunt to me. She leaned back against the wall to give my mouth better access to her and, as my tongue touched on her clit and my mouth closed over her pelvis, she dropped her skirt over my head, holding my head to her with her hands. I put my arms between her legs and massaged the cheeks of her ass as I sucked on her cunt, occasionally running my tongue down over her crotch until I felt her legs and the flesh of her ass quivering weakly with erotic sensation. I gave one last suck to her fragrant cunt, savoring the juice as it trickled in tingling sweetness down my throat, and pulled out from beneath her skirt.
Her eyes were dull with lust, her hands clutching feebly at my arms for support. This time when I asked to put my prick in her cunt she only gave a weak protest, mumbling in a heated fog of passion. I touched the feverish head of my prick to her cuntal lips and gently worked it in, rubbing it against her clit till she was sagging heavily against me, her breath coming in panting sobs. The hot honey of her buttery cunt had lit the fuse of my cock and my balls were about ready to explode!
I felt the tell-tale jerking of her body against me, her hands clenching on my arms. Short, racking sobs came from her and I felt a liquid fire on the head of my prick that made it spit furiously inside of her! I struggled to keep from ramming my cockshaft into her, cumming with just the head of my dick in the opening of her cunt till I was spent. She definitely wasn't a cherry, but I didn't want to hurt her with my oversized prick and lose the ground I'd gained with her.
I staggered as the last of my cum shot feebly into her cunt and almost lost my footing. I was wiping the inside of my clothing on her cunt, cleaning the cum from it, when I was startled by the sound of the orderly's voice calling our names! My quick wits came to our aid and I pulled her cautiously out into the open, putting a fearful look on my face. The orderly came up to us with a suspicious look on his face and asked us what we were doing behind the dryer. I quickly stammered that we had been frightened by the scuffle at the other end of the laundry and had hidden till it was over.
He still looked suspicious but I don't think he really gave a damn anyhow, because he let it go at that. He was a different one than the one that took us out to the fields, but he was just working for wages like most of the others, and not too interested in the professional side of the business. Once more I felt like the cat that had got the mouse. I'd snuck in some sex again and I'd made a few more victories with the girl.
Due to Mrs. Richards' influence with the rest of the staff, and my gradual drawing out of the shell I had put myself in, I was given more and more liberties and responsibilities. I was made captain of the lavatory and I was in charge of keeping it clean. Granted, that doesn't sound like much, but I had three people under me. In a place like that it's one hell of an honor to have any kind of a title.
I was allowed to roam almost at will now, and even my door was unlocked at night, thanks to Dr. Richards. They still hadn't gotten anything out of me about my mother and sisters. I'd given them no reason to suspect anything concerning them and, in fact, I had almost never mentioned my family at all except when they would bring them up in conversation, at which time I would only say good things about them.
It was around this time that I was surprised to have a visit from my mother.
It wasn't during the regular visiting hours that she came, but my friendship with Mrs. Richards stood me in good stead again and the lady doctor even gave us the privacy of her office so that we could talk without being disturbed. She, of course, had no idea of what the relationship was between my mother and myself.
It had been quite a while since I had seen my mother and I felt strangely uncomfortable, almost as though she were a stranger, as we sat there in the office. I decided to set her mind at ease about her involvement in the situation. I had long ago gotten over my mad at her, and I certainly didn't hate her.
Her relief was almost explosive as I told her that I had not involved her in the problem. Her face softened, the worried look disappearing instantly from her face and her body seemed to melt in the chair she sat in. As I looked at the statuesque figure reclining in the chair I recalled how exciting that soft body was and how much enjoyment I had gotten out of it.
I stood up and walked over to her. A startled look came into her eyes as I approached and, seeing the look on my face, her expression turned to one of nervous excitement.
"Tony, wait," she murmured, her voice slightly slurred. "After everything that's happened maybe we ought to forget about-well, the way it used to be. It's n-not really right, anyhow."
I saw the hot look in her eyes, and knew that her feelings contradicted what she said. The quaver in her voice betrayed the excitement she felt.
I knelt in front of her and slid my arms up under her skirt.
"Mom, you know you've always been the best!"
I felt the trembling in her body as she put her arms around me and pulled me to her, a sigh rushing from her as she gave in to her needs. I felt her lips brush my eyes and cheeks as she murmured softly to me about how much she had missed me. My hands passed over the soft flesh of her thighs above her nylons and I felt the frilly edge of her panties and the pudgy bulge of the fat lips of her pussy through her pants.
I pulled on her hips and, with a moan, she slid off the chair onto the floor with me, laying limply on her back. I pulled at her panties, feeling the bubbling excitement through my flesh. I pulled them down over her feet, removing her shoes at the same time. With a languid movement she spread her legs open, slowly pulling her skirt up around her waist.
The faint odor of fish hit me as I stared at the fat, large lips of the yawning cunt in front of me. A chill ran through me as I remembered the sweet honeyed juiciness of her cunt, the searing heat of her thighs, the forceful banging of her cunt as she'd go into her climax. She lay waiting, her eyes closed, her hands laying limp by her thighs. I couldn't resist another moment!
The butterflies jumping in my belly, I lay between her legs and put my mouth to the soft slickness of her cuntal lips. I ran my tongue with deliberate slowness up the lips, tasting the soft slickness of the oils that covered them. My tongue ran deep into the hole of her cunt, burying itself in the hot balm inside. Her hands closed on my head as her body shifted, her legs pulling up in the air and her hips raising. I slid my arms underneath her ass and pressed my face hard against the gaping opening of her cunt, mashing my face in the oily slickness of the inner lips.
Her cunt ground slowly over my face, her hands pulling my head tightly to her, rubbing me into her cunt, mashing her clit against my nose. Deep moans of heat came from her in panting gasps. Her juices began to flow in abundance with her growing fever of sexual excitement. My ears were filled with the slurping, slupping sounds of my face being worked against her cunt, my mouth filling with the syrupy slickness of her sexual creams. I groaned with excitement and sensation, squirming on my belly. My stiff prick was rubbing on the floor as Mom, pulling hard on my head, tried to jam my face right into her cunt. My face was suddenly battered wildly by her banging cunt, my head held tightly between her hands as she went into her climax! Before she had even finished I struggled out from between her legs and flung myself on top of her, sticking my throbbing tool into the boiling cauldron of her cunt. I hung on to her as she thrashed wildly below me, her hips pumping like a jack hammer up to me, the hot oil of her insides on my prick driving me to the brink of insanity with sexual sensation!
She quivered and collapsed below me, her climax ended in weak inertia. My cock aflame with electrifying heat, my body trembling with pleasure, I desperately rammed my throbbing prick into her, slamming it deep and furious, wanting to destroy myself in the liquid fire of her cunt. Her hands clawed at my back, her body writhing in climatic ecstasy as I drove her to another climax, forcing her to cum again, not giving her a chance to come down from the first one.
Whining wails came from her as she went from one climax to the next and suddenly, her hips beating at me, her cunt slamming at me, I felt my cock heave deep inside of her hot buttery depths, shooting its venom into her womb, jerking in its death throes as it lost its steel and softened, turning limp inside of her cum-filled cunt. She pulled harder at me, trying to jam the shrinking meat of my prick deeper into her, her eyes opening wide in frustrated understanding as she realized that I had already cum.
I fell onto my side on the floor as she angrily shoved me off her. Suddently I saw her dripping, goo-smeared cunt hovering over my face. An instant later I was busily sucking and lashing my tongue into her cunt, her crotch sitting heavily on me, her hands tearing at my hair in animal frenzy as she writhed berserkly on my head, her body jerking stiffly erect as she'd cum. Her weight settled heavily on me as she ended another climax and her body went limp.
She twisted on my head, the soft flesh of her ass rubbing over my face, and she lay on top of me in the position for 69. She pulled her legs up by her sides and pushed her ass back and down until her cunt was firmly mashed down on my face, smothering me in its juicy pudding. Her tasty cunt lips spread out over my face and her pelvis jammed securely in my mouth. My hips jerked upward at her as she took the cummy head of my juice-slick prick into her warm outh, lapping her tongue wetly over it. I gasped for breath, smothering in the gushing mess of her cunt, quivering excitedly from the maddening suction of her mouth on my now hard and straining prick.
Pain flashed through my skull as my head was suddenly battered to the floor, her cunt bumping down hard in driving lunges as she climaxed! Stars flashed, a wild panorama of color bursting in my eyes from the confusing battering of her cunt on my face, the soft flesh of her bottom completely hiding me in its smothering softness. Her hotly gushing cunt had completely inundated my face with juice, grinding the slippery oils and creams into every crevice-my eyes, ears, mouth-drowning me in hot pussy balm!
Peace came to me momentarily as her climax subsided and I became aware once more of the excruciating electrification of her mouth on my pulsating prick. I felt like crying with pleasure as I felt myself getting ready to cum, holding back, trying to prolong the intense pleasure her mouth gave me. Then my senses were battered once again by her lunging cunt, the pile-driving hips battering down at me as she came again. I blubbered with ecstasy, my face mashed under her cunt as I blasted my nuts off into her mouth, cumming and cumming until I was squirming in torment from her demanding suction, her mouth gleaning the last drop from my nuts, sucking my prick bone dry!
I pulled out desperately from beneath her and, making it to the chair, collapsed into it in utter exhaustion, panting like a race horse. She laughed at me with mock scorn in her eyes and made out as though to come after me for some more. Her laughter became hysterical as I shriveled in horror in the chair. I was soon laughing with her though as I realized that she too was satisfied for the time being.
We cleaned up, removing any evidence of our sex play, and sat talking for a few more minutes before mother got up to leave, promising to visit again as soon as she could. As we were leaving the office Dr. Richards caught my arm. Making apologies to my mother, saying that it was time for our periodical talk and would she mind terribly saying good-bye to me there. Mother, not knowing the situation, innocently said adieu and left.
A miserable hopelessness filled me as Mrs. Richards led me back into the office, locking the door behind her and turning to me with a sexually predatory, gloating look on her face. I could see she expected a special performance out of me for favoring me with the private use of her office.
There was no way in hell that I could get another hard-on right away, especially after the marrow-draining suction of my mother's mouth, and I was at a loss for what to do. Dr. Richards began stripping and I did so too, slowly, stalling for time and trying to figure out just what to do about my dilemma. She came to me as though it had been months since she had had a piece of ass, pushing me back onto the couch against the wall and grabbing anxious hold of my limp prick.
She jerked back off me, a bewildered, confused look in her eyes which slowly turned to suspicion and anger.
"All right, goddamnit, what the hell's wrong? Who in the hell have you been making it with?"
The enlightened look of sudden realization came into her eyes and they squinted with unspoken accusation. Seeing no other way out, I told her of my relationship with my mother, knowing that she wouldn't do anything about it because of our own cozy friendship. She listened to me silently and, although I didn't elaborate, it took me some fifteen minutes to tell.
I looked at her as I finished and saw that my tale hadn't appeased her any; her eyes still smoldering with frustration. She stood up from the couch and, yanking me by the ears, forced me to the floor. She settled back onto the couch and, looking up, I was presented with the sight of her cunt staring wide open at me, her legs spread apart and held up in the air. The gaping lips of her cunt hung wide and the gooey dampness of her vaginal canal glimmered between them. The soft curly hair of her pelvis trailed down around the soft pussy lips to end at the puckered little brown hole below.
"Maybe your cock's all used up but your tongue's still good. Use it!"
I had little desire for sex at that time, having been thoroughly satisfied with mother, so I put my tongue to work with slow deliberation. I started low, tickling the little brown asshole with the tip of my tongue until her ass was quivering with ticklish sensation. Slowly I dragged my tongue up over the cunt lips, deep in between, licking up the juice that coated the inner lips. Reaching her clit, I nipped at it, nibbling with my teeth, gently, making her hips jump with sensation as my tongue would dart over it....Little yelping moans came from her as her hips would jerk at me, her cunt bumping up at my mouth. I put my mouth to the yawning opening of her cunt and gave a long suck, choking as a rush of hot juices flooded my mouth and throat. Not being in an excited state, the tickling in my throat of her slow oozing juices had cause to make me feel slightly nauseated, and I paused in my work.
She had no intention of letting me slack off and my face was slammed by her cunt as she pulled my by the hairs, urging me to continue. I listened to her low pleasured moans as I sucked on the lips of her slowly straining cunt, her hips writhing in slow motion, her legs spreading ever wider, opening her cunt to the maximum. I licked down over her brownie again, feeling a quiver run through her as my tongue slid inside her ass then I licked back up between the lips. Her hands pulled at my head and I felt my face burrow deep in the hot, mushy pudding of the yawning openness of her cunt. The musty smell of her cunt was all around me as she rubbed herself slowly on my face, grinding her clitoris over my nose in slippery deliberation.
My brain went numb as she jammed my face hard into her cunt, her pelvis bumping painfully at me. Her cunt bumped in staccatto vibrations as she held my face tightly to her while she came! I heard her grunting from the exertion of her climax, heard the slupping sound of her juice-gushing cunt as it slipped furiously over my face.
Her hands released me, her body going slack. I pulled back a little, my body heaving, panting heavily as I sucked in air through my juice-saturated nose and mouth.
"Don't stop!" she said in a cool voice. "I'm just' starting!"
I looked at her sodden cunt and ass, the flush of sexual fever putting a pink hue to her thighs. Her cunt really looked like a glue pot then. The creamy yellowish white of her juices were welled in the opening of her cunt and quite a bit of it had flooded the crack of her ass. Her whole bottom glistened with the slippery wetness of her pussy juices.
I stared at the quivering pinkness of her open cunt, looking like a heated, slobbery mouth. I was beginning to feel excitement in the pit of my stomach, a slight trembling between my legs. The heavy sexual odor of her cunt had stirred my own sex drive and had rekindled the almost dead flame inside of me. With genuine interest I put my mouth back to her cunt, sucking avidly, hungrily, gorging myself on her goodies. Sensing my excitement, she no longer held tightly to my hair, letting her hands lay slack on my head as I lashed vehemently over her cunt.
The heat became sweltering between her thighs as she started feverishly toward another climax. I groveled with pleasure between her legs, mashing my face into her goo pot, feeling my cock rise to throbbing stiffness between my legs as she pantingly began beating her cunt into my face again.
Sobbing with excitement, I felt my face pulled tight to her as she came and choked happily on the gushing fluids that flowed from her. As she ended her climax, I shoved up from the floor and went to mount her.
"No, damn it!" she yelled, pushing me back down. "You didn't have it when I wanted it. Now you'll just have to wait till I'm ready for it. Keep on eating!"
A trembling agony in my guts, groaning with need, I was pushed back down to her cunt and, in agonized frustration, I sucked the flooded, gooey flesh of her bottom.
I squirmed in blubbering self-pity between her legs, sucking half-heartedly at her cunt, consumed with the need to fuck. Cruelly she teased me, slipping her cunt in sensual movements over my face, cooing to me in sweet sarcasm. I felt her bottom slide up my face, her anus press to my mouth. She dug her fingernails painfully into my ears as I Frenched the puckered brown asshole, suffocating in the flood of juices that filled the crack of her ass.
Numb with the pain in my ears, I was yanked back up to her cunt and felt the mound of her pelvis jammed into my mouth, her clitoris reaching for my tonsils. My cock in a sensitive, throbbing fit, she held me tightly to her, forcing me to suck on her clitoris till she was in another climax. Pulling my mouth suddently off her mound, she jammed my face into her cunt and began fucking herself furiously on my nose. A feverish red wave of excitement numbed my mind as she battered furiously through her climax. I felt my cock jerk between my legs, a small spurt of cum jetting from my over-heated loins. I groaned in disgust, trying to hold my juice back, wanting to cum in the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth.
With a shuddering sigh, she lay back satisfied, finished cumming. With a groan, I flung myself on top of her.
"Wait! Not there," she snapped. "I wouldn't even be able to feel it there now!"
She pulled her legs up high in the air, baring her asshole to me. Grabbing my cock, she grinned at me in cruel sarcasm. She rubbed the over-excited head of my cock against her anus. I pushed desperately and felt the swollen head gouge into the tiny brown hole. She grunted, her face turning into a pained mask for a second. She held my dick motionless in her hand, its head lodged securely in the narrow hole of her anus. I felt the muscular ring of her anus tighten as though to push me out and winced at the sound of her laughter as she saw the look of frenzied agony on my face.
I lunged but her hand holding on the shaft of my prick kept it from going in any deeper and, with a sinking feeling of despair, I felt myself begin to shoot my hot sticky cum, my cock jerking in her hand with each spurt! She squeezed my cockhead out, holding the head of my prick aimed at her asshole. She jerked wildly on my prick, spilling the rest of my cum over her asshole and the crack of her ass! I crumpled in miserable defeat on top of her, my energy drained, completely frustrated by not having satisfied myself by cumming inside of her asshole.
Her fingers twisted in my hair, pushing me down on her until I lay between her legs, facing her cum-spattered ass.
"Now clean it!" she spat, pressing my face to her crotch.
Sickness in my stomach, nausea making my senses swim, I accepted her final spiteful demand, forcing myself to lick my own cum from her ass until it was completely clean.
CHAPTER TEN
Dr. Richards dismissed me right after that, leaving me in a keyed up, frustrated state of mind. For the next couple of days it steadily got worse, my needs growing all out of proportion to the supply, which was nonexistent. I hadn't had any opportunity to be alone with my demented girl friend either, and I was about to go mad for a piece of ass!
We finally had duty out in the institution's garden again and I used the chance to get with her. After our last rendezvous in the laundry, her fears were somewhat abated and although grudgingly, she allowed me to put my dick in her. The slowness of it was driving me mad! I still had to take it easy with her and had to put it in a little at a time instead of jamming it in like I wanted to. Gradually her cunt loosened up, growing juicy and yielding as she became excited.
Her eyes flashed wide open with fear and I froze as I felt two hands grip my buttocks!
The orderly's voice came in a warning whisper, telling us to remain quiet and continue with what we were doing. My mind was in confusion, near to panic as I felt the hot hard head of his huge prick push against my crotch! Even more than the orderly, I was afraid of the girl. She looked like she was about ready to start screaming.
I worked my prick gently in her cunt, teasing her clit, trying to reassure her with a smile I didn't feel. I kissed her as I worked my cock slowly deeper into her cunt, feeling the tension leave her body as she returned to sexual intoxication, her eyes glazing with fevered pleasure.
I choked back a gasp as I felt the man's prick jab into the tightness of my ass. It felt like he would split open my rear end! He jabbed again, driving it deeper into me, and I jerked forward, ramming my cock into the girl, bringing a cry of fear and pleasured pain from her.
A premonition of doom filled me as I felt his enormous prick drive deep into my bowels, threatening to rip my insides. It felt as though I were impaled on a long pole, incapable of any movement of my own. Numbing shocks ran through me as he began banging his cock into my ass. I heard the girl's hysterical cries in my ears as my hips shot back and forth, driving my prick to her womb! Her hands clawed at me as she went into her climax, the hot balm of her discharge making my cock spurt in spasms inside of her snapping pussy.
Suddenly there were hands pulling at me, tearing me off the girl! The orderly was standing there red faced, trying desperately to explain his way out of it. Doctor Lewis and one of the other orderly's took us all back to the main building. Once there, I was put into an isolation room and remained there till the next morning. I had no idea of what was in store of me and, if I had, I think I would have tried to end it.
The next morning I was taken in to Dr. Lewis' office and stood mute in front of his desk while he studied my file, explaining to me in terminology I couldn't understand the seriousness of my illness, and that something they were about to do was for my own good, although whatever it was he was talking about I couldn't fathom. That afternoon I came to understand what it was all about. After being subjected to several examinations, I was indoctrinated to shock treatment!
At first it was terrifying! After the first time the mere thought of it would make me want to crawl in a hole to hide, bash my brains out against the wall-anything to avoid another treatment! To make the situation positively droll, Mrs. Richards retained the duty of having sessions with me periodically, to determine my improvement, supposedly strictly conversational sessions. However, although my situation had changed, her needs had not, and my mind was buffeted back and forth between the shock treatments and her growing obsession with cunnilingus!
Gradually, although I can't explain how, a sort of tranquil peace seemed to take possession of me, as though a restless part of my mind had been taken from me. I began to feel a genuine abhorrence for violence of any nature.
It was during this time that they got the truth from me about my mother and sisters. I don't know what happened to them, or even if they were contacted, as no one would clarify anything for me. At any rate, I no longer felt strong emotional reactions to unexpected or unusual situations. I was perfectly happy to go along with what other people wanted. You might say that the shock treatments had transformed me into a docile and willing vegetable of humanity.
Dr. Richards had, by this time, found her favorite position in which she would have me perform my duties. She would take two chairs and space them close together near the couch. She would sit on them in such a way so that one hip would rest on the edge of each chair, leaving her cunt and ass exposed between them. She would then prop her feet up on the couch and I would lie beneath her, between the chairs that supported her above me.
I still remember the sight of her bottom staring down at me, the cuntlips spread wide, the fatty softness of the cheeks of her ass, the leathery tan color of her crotch, the sightless little brown eye of her anus. I did as she instructed, allowing only my tongue to touch her flesh, running it lightly all over her bottom-across her anus, the soft cheeks, the slick hot lips of her cunt. While I licked, tickling her bottom with my tongue, she would massage her clitoris with her fingers. She would cum several times this way until I was drenched with the dripping flow of her discharge, completely saturated with it.
Near the end she would discard the chairs, dropping down to sit directly on my face, jamming her mound into my mouth, making me suck her clitoris till she achieved her final climax, her cunt slipping wildly around on my face, her bottom banging down on me in a furious frenzy of climax! Afterward, for some strange reason which I didn't bother to try to figure out, she would meticulously lick my face clean of her juices.
Time passed on unnoticed for a while and, before long, it was decided that I was ready for society. Because of my young age, still not being eighteen and able by law to fend for myself, I was transfered to an orphans' institution.
The orphanage is hardly worth mentioning, since I escaped from there after the second day of my arrival.
Never having worked before, not knowing what to do, I was damn near to the point of starvation by the time I finally found a means to survive.
There was a carnival outside of the town I had wandered to. Because of my size, mainly, I was hired on as a roustabout. I made twelve dollars a day plus a place to sleep, which was a God-send at the time. It was a hell of a change from the institution. It was hard work, but I really felt free.
We had just arrived at a new town in Idaho and it was after we had pitched the tents and set up the shows that I went to a nearby restaurant for a bite to eat. It was one o'clock in the morning when I got there and, since they closed at two, I decided to just have a sandwich and fill myself up the rest of the way with beer.
The waitress was a friendly woman somewhere in her late twenties. She was a big hipped, fuD-breasted broad with dark red hair and hazel eyes.
The beer hit me quickly after the hard work of the night and I soon found myself talking to her. She seemed extremely interested in the carnival and the way we lived. Within a few minutes she was laughing hysterically at my description of carnival life and the people in it.
As it came time to close up, she asked me if I'd care to stop over at her place and have some coffee and talk some more. I had no thought of sex at the time but I enjoyed talking to her, so I agreed. On the way to her house I found out that she had a MD, that her mother, who lived with her, took care of the kid while she worked. Her husband had been killed in a robbery at the restaurant a couple years earlier and she'd been running it since. It wasn't a big place, but she made more than enough from it to live on.
Her mother and kid were asleep when we got there and we sat in the kitchen as she made some coffee. She made a face at me and said she had to get out of the uniform she wore, that she would be right back. I was sipping some coffee when she got back, fighting off my drowziness from the beer. I came awake instantly as I saw her. She wore a shorty house coat and, while I couldn't see through it, my imagination ran wild as to what lay beneath it. The rim of her house coat came to just below her hips, revealing full soft thighs with long legs beneath. She gave me a sort of self-conscious smile and sat down to have a cup of coffee. Her name, by the way, was Sheila.
My mind racing with thoughts of sex, I had difficulty thinking of ordinary conversation. Evidently she had her mind on the same thing because she shortly suggested that we sit on the couch in the living room where it would be more comfortable.
The room was lit by one single lamp that shrouded the room in a dim, cozy light. I bumbled through some confused small talk and suddenly she lifted her legs, laying them over my lap and leaning back on the couch with a smile. It had been a long time since I'd had any pussy so, with a groan, I pushed her back on the couch, kissing her neck and mouth and nibbling at her ears.
A small gasp came from her and I felt her arms circle my neck. I felt her tongue dart in my mouth in hot suggestive movements. Her hands ran down my back, a low moan coming from her as she squirmed beneath me. My cock felt like a baseball bat between us, throbbing hotly through my pants against her belly. I felt her fumbling at my pants, and pulled back off of her, stripping myself of them. She insisted I take off the rest of my clothing too, helping me off with my shirt after she'd shed her house coat. She was panting heavily and I smelled the powerful cuntal odor of a woman in heat.
I felt her warm breath on my neck as she pushed me back down on the couch, my prick bumping against her belly. She knelt over me on the couch. Her fingers played at my mouth, forcing it open, and I felt the nipple of a soft breast jammed into it. She settled her weight on me, the soft flesh of her breasts pleasantly smothering me, and I felt her hand on my prick, guiding the head of it across her cuntlips, teasing it. Suddenly she halted the rotating movements of her hips and, lodging the head between her cuntlips, bore down on me, forcing my prick into the slippery hot tightness of her pussy.
Her arms went around my head, holding my face tightly pressed to the soft flesh of her breasts, and began slowly working her cunt up and down on my prick, moaning deeply, quivers and trembling spasms running through her body as she'd bottom out. I felt it become wet and slippery between my legs, her insides like a molten sea on my prick as she became more and more sexually inflamed. My prick was straining mightily inside of her, the tingling heat of her juices on the sensitive head of my prick bringing me quickly toward climax.
I felt my face crushed to her breasts, her hips raised high in the air then plunging down as she rammed herself on my prick. Up and down, up and down in determined, concentrated movement. My prick swelled to bursting as she suddenly began to fly on my cock like a mad woman, and I felt the hot sticky cum shooting out of me like water from a fire hose, blasting into her cunt!
Right at the peak of cumming we slid off the couch onto the floor, laying in a crumpled, panting heap, her legs locked around mine holding my cock firmly in her. She sat up slowly, pulling herself off my still half hard prick and wordlessly took the slimy member in her hands, pulling back the skin and toying with it. Her fingers trailed down to my balls, tickling, and without warning she scooted down between my legs.
An electrifying tingle ran down my spine as I felt her tongue touch lightly on the tip of my prick, running around in slow circles over the head. Her head dipped down suddenly and I felt my prick consumed in the hot wetness of her mouth. My prick seemed to shrink at first, then grow slowly until it was throbbing hotly, brought back to life by the coaxing lashing of her tongue. It felt like my crotch was being sucked out as she took my nuts in her mouth and drew heavy suction on them! I lay there in electrified sensation, my body jerking with each new touch of her mouth on me. I was just about to twist around and chew on her cunt when she mounted me again.
She squatted down over my hips, letting herself down a bit at a time, until she had taken my cock all in. She began bouncing up and down, stopping now and then to turn herself around on my prick in a slow spin, skewering herself. She stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on me, and I felt the walls of her vagina work in squeezing, milking motions along the heavy shaft of my prick, making me cringe with pleasure as my cock strained in the clutch of her cunt. She pulled off me then and lay down on the couch, completely confusing me for a moment. Out of my mind with heat, I jumped to my feet and threw myself on top of her on the couch. A gleeful giggle bubbled from her as I rammed my cock in, quickly replaced by heavy panting as I rammed it into her like a jack rabbit mad with lust!
For some reason it took a long time for me to cum, and I was soon bouncing wildly on her frantically pumping body. Her nails clawed at my back and whimpering sobs came from her as she bit at my neck. I felt myself ready to cum and slammed her down, holding her with all my might as I beat my meat in climactic insanity into her! Her hands tore at my hair and my back. Her body thrashed below me as she begged me to let her free to fuck. Suddenly her legs closed around my back in a vise, her arms clutching around my neck, and I felt the quaking shudder in her body as she came with me, my cock rearing like a stallion in her cunt, spewing gallons of hot cum into her womb!
"I've needed a man so badly!" she whispered later as we lay on the couch, my head cradled against her breasts.
She asked me all sorts of questions. Why I was in the carnival, where I'd come from, how old was I. I evaded answering until she asked me my age. When I told her she almost jumped off the couch. She had thought me to be much older, my size giving me a more adult appearance. She was quiet for a moment and then asked me how long I expected to be in town with the carnival. I "told her that we would be there for two weeks and she suggested that I stay with her until it was time to move on.
Since it was a hell of a lot better than sleeping in the barracks car of the truck, better than a motel or anything else-and I'd have pussy besides-I readily accepted. She took me to her bedroom with her and got my nuts off one more time before going to sleep. The next morning I looked at the world with a different eye. As interesting as the night had been, it had only served to intensify my sexual needs, which had lain dormant for the past few weeks with the carnival.
There was a blonde who ran the shooting gallery during the day that had given me the eye several times since I had joined the carnival. She had gone even further by making obscene gestures at me, making it plain that she wanted to delve in the more cultured aspects of sex than just intercourse. Since everything was set up, I was put to running the moon rocket as relief guy for the regular man, but I found the time to arrange a meeting with the girl from the gallery for later on.
It was approaching dark by the time I was relieved and I set out at once for the tent where they ran the mechanical horse race game. The game was set up in more or less of a room in the front of the tent. There was a space behind the tally board which served as the back wall of the game room about three feet wide, running the length of the tent. There was the smell of straw in the close air of the tent and it was hotter than hell from the heat of the day, but it provided privacy for me and the girl from the gallery.
Qnly a few minutes passed before she came snaking in under the canvass. She was dressed in western fashion because of her job. She wore a cowboy hat, Levi's, cowboy boots, western shirt-the whole bit.
"Hiya, handsome!" she quipped as she came near me. "How's your French, honey? If you don't know how to speak it, I'm going to show you what it's all about!"
I couldn't make her out too well in the darkness of the tent, but I could feel her hands on me, working to undo my pants and strip me of my T-shirt. I wriggled out of my pants and felt her hand grab greedily at my prick.
"Oooh. You got a cock-suckers dream there, honey!" she panted excitedly.
I felt the rough straw on my back as she pushed me down on the ground. I heard the rustle of clothing as she stripped herself of her gunbelt and jeans. I was sweating from the heat of the tent. Her knee bumped against my head, and I felt the sweat dampened fur of her pussy settle on my face as she lay on top of me. Her cuntlips were wet, hot and sticky against my face. She wriggled her cunt around till her cuntlips had spread open and my mouth had found her clitoris. At the same time she had pulled back the foreskin from the head of my prick and had begun licking around the head, slowly bringing me to erection.
Her cunt settled like hot sticky mush on my face. The sweat of her crotch, the slippery fluids of her cunt and my own sweat mingling together to drown me in the smothering heat of the tent. The heavy fish odor of her cunt lay over me like a blanket as she squirmed on top of me, her twat slipping around on my face like an oily, silky sponge. I felt her ass quiver above me and her sucking motions on my prick stop as she lifted herself up on her hands. The weight of her ass settled soundly on my head, stopping my breath as my nose and mouth were mashed into the flooded gooey insides of her cunt. Her hot flesh surrounded my head.
"Goddamn, you do it good," she murmured in amazement, her cunt grinding with sensual excitement down at me.
I was no longer performing cunnilingus, but merely trying to breath! I felt the strangling flow of juices drawn up my nostrils and into my mouth in my efforts to breath. She began trembling violently, her cunt picking up a steady drumming beat down on me. She began squealing with excitement, her ass slamming at me in frenzied insanity! With skull-mashing force she jammed down and held, her ass boring me into the ground in a trembling fit of muscle spasm as she came!
She pulled off me and came immediately around to sit on my chest.
"That was fun, boy. Let's do it some more!"
Without further ado, having barely been able to catch my breath, she raised up and plopped her sodden cunt on my mouth, taking wet grip of my sweat-drenched hair, grinding down until her mound was planted firmly in my mouth, my lower jaw deeply entrenched in the mushy heat of her vagina.
I felt the soft cheeks of her ass spread around my neck, her crotch resting heavily on my throat. A constant expulsion of juices from her cunt drained out over me as she weaved in erotic pleasure above me. I felt faint and weak, the heat in the tent and the humid cauldron of her loins grinding down on me, putting me in a sleepy semi-coma. I felt a deep, pulsing excitement in me, strangly hypnotic. I felt my prick swelling with wet fire. Her mound dug deeper in my mouth until her clitoris was straining against the back of my mouth, my jaws stretched wide to the breaking point, trapped in the molten vise of her cunt.
Her hands pressed hard against my temples, numbing my brain. The cheeks of her ass quivered with tension against my neck, her pelvis bumping in rapid, minute movements in my mouth as her insides exploded, cumming! She lifted up off me, her slippery cunt making a slupping, popping sound as she pulled free of my face. I felt the hot cheeks of her ass brush over my face, her flooded crotch settle wetly on my mouth.
"Lick it, honey. Do it, boy, I like it!"
I did as she asked, her butt squirming as I ran my tongue in and out of the tiny hole. Suddenly she twisted on my head as though she had remembered a forgotten duty, and I felt her mouth greedily devour it. The touch of her hot mouth on my cock was all that was necessary. I felt it jump excitedly, the dam bursting as a flood of cum blasted into her mouth! I heard her gag, but then keep sucking, stroking it, working on it until the last drop of my ball juice was consumed in her greedy mouth.
I suddenly felt disgusted and quite exhausted, completely drained of energy by her demanding mouth. We hardly said a word as we parted. She seemed to sense that I wanted to get away from her. She did say that any time I was ready, she'd be available. I roamed around town for a while and then, as though drawn by a magnet, headed for the restaurant.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sheila's face lit up like a Christmas tree as I entered the restaurant. She acted busy for a while, ignoring me, but as the restaurant emptied for a moment, she ran up to me with a gleeful look in her eyes. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hot and passionately.
It was only around eleven o'clock but to my surprise, she closed up anyhow. We stopped in a bar on the way to her house for a couple. I felt grubby as hell but she didn't seem to care, so I shrugged it off. She even introduced me to a couple people she knew. We'd hardly gotten comfortable before she prodded me back out to the car and we headed for the house. Her mother was up when we got there and I was surprised to see a veritable mountain of food on the table. Acting like a staff sergeant in the Army, she ram-rodded me to the table, saying that a growing young man like me needed good food.
I looked over at Sheila and saw from the guilty look on her face that she had told her mother about my young age. Her mother was a sharp-eyed woman in her forties, looking sort of hard faced and domineering. I found out later that she was quite warm hearted, her outward appearance being just a front. No sooner had I finished eating than, with a knowing smile, her mother left the room, saying that she was going to bed.
I felt pretty comfortable after the meal, sitting on the couch with Sheila and a highball. She sat next to me with her head on my shoulder, her fingers slowly unbuttoning my pants. I stretched, feeling luxuriously comfortable as she toyed with my prick. I felt her teeth nibbling at my ears and her warm breath on my neck. A slow glow began to build up in me as she played with my cock. I moved my hand up her skirt, between her legs. Her mouth rushed to mine and she stood up, unzippering and quickly stepping out of the uniform as it fell around her feet.
With a happy sigh she melted back to the couch next to me. I forced my hand into her panties, reaching for her silky haired cunt with my fingers. She crossed her legs, teasing me, laughing softly as I struggled silently to get my hands on her cunt.
Her teasing only made me more excited, making my temperature rise sharply as my mind ran wild with erotic fantasy. I nibbled at the soft flesh above her bra, running my hand up her back and quickly undoing the hook before her hands could intercept mine.
I stared in curious fascination at the large lightly veined breasts and the delicate orange hue of the nipples, sticking out rigidly with excitement. I put my mouth close, running my tongue lightly around a nipple, feeling it stiffen even more feeling her shallow, expectant breathing through her flesh. Her legs refused to give way for my hand although they were trembling with fever of eros. I ran my tongue down over her belly and felt her hand touch nervously on my hair as I neared the area of her cunt.
Her legs quivered, as if undecided, then suddenly they fell open, leaving a free path for my hand to her cunt. I slipped off the couch to the floor, pulling at her panties, rolling them down over her legs. She lay her head back against the couch, closing her eyes. That old tingling in my guts, I spread her thighs apart slowly, studying with hungry intent the fat orange-hued pudginess of her cunt-lips, slightly moistened with her excitement. A solid clump of dark chestnut color hair grew above her cunt-lips, trailing in sparse scarcity along the sides of the lips and ending in a fuzzy trace in the crack of her ass.
I stared at the pink softness of the inner lips, glowing effervescently with her welling juices. I put my face forward and licked slowly up the length of the lips, lapping up the reservoir of juicy creams that lay in the opening of her cunt. A moan of appreciation came from her lips, her hips squirming in heated pleasure. I felt her hands playing absently at my hair as I lapped at her clitoris, dropping down to suck the soft marshmallow flesh of her ass. With a cat-like purr she pulled her legs up into the air, spreading them wide, and holding my head securely between her hands. She pushed my head down and I felt my face pulled tightly to her spine. I felt my face dragged slowly up her crotch, over her cunt-lips, until my mouth came to rest on her mound. Her hands clamped in back of my head, keeping my mouth jammed onto her mound, and she lay in ecstatic enjoyment as I lashed her clitoris, bringing her to climax!
Just as she went into her climax she freed my mouth from her mound and mashed my face into the wide-open lips of her cunt, her legs closing in a velvety vise around my head, her body jerking in climatic spasm, slipping off the couch and bringing us both to the floor. I lay there in pleasant suffocation for a few moments, her thighs clenching and trembling in climatic vibration around my head. I felt my head crushed in the muscular contraction of her soft thighs; once, twice, three times, and then the limp release of pressure as she ended her climax, her legs holding loosely around my head.
I pulled out from between her legs, pushing myself up until I lay beside her. She smiled at me in languid satisfaction and I felt her fingers gently grip my throbbing prick between her legs. Her tongue licked out over her lips in friendly mockery and I felt her leg cross over my hip, the head of my prick, guided by her hand, rubbing gently against her crotch.
Her eyes closed, a frown of concentration lining her brow, and with happy surprise, I felt the head of my prick pressed deliberately against the narrow hole of her anus. I gave an over-anxious lunge and she pulled back quickly, nervously stroking my prick and telling me not to be impatient, to let her do it. I used all the will power I had and held tight, unmoving as she made a second attempt. I felt the head of my cock being pressed against her asshole and growing pressure as she forced herself slowly onto me.
A low groaning moan came from her as my cockhead painstakingly plowed into the small tight hole. I quivered with lust and erotic sensation. The head popped in, the tight ring of her rectum circling the neck of my prick in a muscular vise. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I grabbed tightly on her hips and rammed inward with all my might, feeling the tearing pull on my foreskin as my cock ripped deep into her bowels! Her body jerked, tensing in rigid petrification, and an agonized scream tore from her lips!
She whimpered, begging me to go easy, pleading with me not to rip her insides with the swollen mass of my prick. I was too far gone in my own pleasure and rammed it in a steady pile-driving rhythm into her ass. It felt warm down there as I pumped and her body turned slack. Low whimpers came from her, grunting sounds forced from her as I'd ram deep into her guts. Absolute insanity took control of me as I felt my dick swell to explosion inside of her. I slammed into her like a jack hammer, feeling her body stiffen and jerk in agony as I came in a flood inside of her!
I pulled my shit-coated dick out, completely satiated, and immediately repented as I saw the reproachful look in her eyes. She struggled to her feet holding her ass. I noticed traces of blood on her fingers and realized that her asshole had ripped because of my impatience and lack of consideration. She refused to say another word to me that night and I crept into bed with her feeling like a little boy who had been naughty.
I still felt guilty the next morning but after a couple hours at work I had more or less forgotten about the situation. My machine had broken down and while it was being fixed I wandered over to the gallery. The blonde looked at me with laughing satisfaction in her eyes.
"I knew you'd be back for more. I just knew it!" she said and laughed.
I looked around quickly. It was sort of slow that early in the day and she didn't have a single customer at the time. I looked back at her and grinned, wondering how she'd take it.
"We sure can't do anything much right now, but seeing as how you're not busy, you could at least give me a quick blow-job to hold me over till tonight!" I said quickly.
An angry, insulted look flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, then looked away.
"Okay," she said, a bargaining look in her eyes as she turned back to face me. "But tonight, you're going to suck my cunt till I can't cum another drop! Okay?"
I nodded yes, with a grin, and she led me back behind the mechanical targets into the back of the tent. I guess she expected me to lie down because she stood there for a moment as if waiting. A quick blush ruddied her cheeks as she saw how I wanted it and, with an impatient gesture, she quickly undid my drawers, letting them fall in a heap around my ankles.
"You just wait! I'm going to rub my ass all over you, boy! And you'd better be there!" she snapped, her eyes narrowing with warning.
She dropped to her knees and took my limp prick in her hand. I watched as she pushed back the foreskin and slowly took the just naked cockhead into her mouth. She played gently with my nuts as she sucked and I watched my prick rise like a sleeping behemoth, slowly swelling until it was standing stiffly outward, the head lodged in the hot wetness of her mouth, throbbing forcefully. I began to feel the trembling of the butterflies in my stomach. I quavered, my legs shaking, and she paused in her sucking to look up at me, placing her hands palm out against my hips. I looked down at the questioning look in her eyes and gently took the shaft of my prick between thumb and forefinger, slowly stroking the now violently throbbing meat of my cock. I saw a glazed numb look come into her eyes as she realized I was ready to cum.
My legs shook violently, the muscles turning to mush, and I let go of my prick, holding onto her head for support. She wasn't sucking any longer, only staring dazedly at me as my cock began to heave with slow fury, turning fiery hot as it swelled to maximum. My brain whirled, I jerked in reflex, feeling the searing blasts of cum shoot through my cock! Her eyes fluttered, her throat working as the flood of cum blasted into her mouth! I fell down over her, holding her head to me until she had sucked my balls dry.
With a laugh I yanked on my pants and left, followed by her yelling reminder of the coming night. It was a pretty easy day for me and I wasn't the slightest bit tired when I headed for the restaurant that night. I anticipated a wild and sexually satisfying night with Sheila.
She seemed sort of cool and thoughtful when I entered the restaurant and I wondered if she was still mad at me about ripping out her asshole the night before. I was beginning to feel pretty low by the time she closed up that night, and wondered if maybe I shouldn't have gone to meet the blonde instead.
When we got into the car to go to the house, she gave me a warm, affectionate kiss, adding to my confusion. Evidently she wasn't mad at me but I was at a loss to figure out what was making her so preoccupied. Her mother had dinner ready for us again when we got there, and immediately after eating we went to bed. Although she was still sore, she pulled me over on top of her and let me have a little. I took it slow and easy, bringing her to a gentle climax, holding still in her and letting myself cum in that position, her cunt milking on my prick until it was drained.
It was then that she put the proposition to me.
"Tony, I know you're a lot younger than I am, but I fell for you the minute you walked into the restaurant. I don't want you to make up your mind right now, but if you think you could be happy with me, I'd like to have you for a husband."
I didn't know what to say at first, and lay in the darkness staring at the ceiling, wondering how to answer her. I felt her hand run over my chest and glide up to caress my cheek.
"It wouldn't be that bad!" she said and laughed nervously. "After, all, I've got the restaurant, and you'd never have to worry about anything. Besides that, I'll give you so much loving you won't be able to handle it all!"
I still didn't answer, and lay awake most of that night after she'd gone asleep, wondering whether or not I should take her up on it. I was highly tempted to. I really did like her and I was more than satisfied with her sexually, but I just couldn't decide. I was still thinking about it the next morning when I went to work. I was so deep in thought I almost ran into the blonde from the gallery. I blushed guiltily as I remembered that I'd stood her up the night before. I was relieved to see a good-natured smile on her face. Evidently she hadn't held it against me.
My mind was made up for me about everything that night just after sundown.
I was walking past the tents, just having been relieved, still deep in thought about her proposal. I was jarred from my day-dreaming by arms grabbing me roughly from behind. A hand clapped over my mouth, silencing me. I was dragged backward into a darkened tent and forced to the floor. I felt someone tying my hands and then a light flashed on.
"You sonofabitch! You think you can make a fool of me and get away with it!"
It was the blonde. Two men stood back in the shadows, watching. I heard a strange whistling sound and saw her arm moving in the dim light. I winced with pain as I felt the bite of the whip she had in her hand! She was really mad! I was near to passing out before she got tired of it. I saw her dim outline above me and then darkness as my face was covered by her cunt and ass, her weight pinning my head to the ground.
Pin pricks of pain tingled through my scalp as she twisted my hair in her hands. I felt her cunt ram brutally down on me and succumbed to her demands, sucking desperately on her cunt. Time went by, time that seemed like hours as she sat on my head, cuming over and over again until my head was a saturated mess of goo and cunt juice. The whole inside of the tent reeked of pussy. Every now and then she would pause, between climaxes, and mash her crotch on my mouth, making me French her anus. She was sweating with fatigue, the first gray streaks of dawn in the sky. She had taken off all her clothes, little by little, as her heated body became uncomfortable, until she was now completely nude above me, rubbing her cunt and ass back and forth on my face with brutal pressure.
I couldn't even see any more because of the cum and juice that lay in a thickly smeared film over my face, clogging my nose, glueing my throat with its honeyed gooeyness. I felt her lift her sweat-and juice-reeking body, and shift herself around. Her body settled over me in a position for 69 and her cunt mashed down once more on my face, her pelvis digging into my mouth. I strained frantically for air and my sucking, the desperate movements of my face in the smothering sludge pot of her cunt, brought her to another climax. With her last act of vengeance she held tightly to my waist and slammed down at my face with all her force as she came, battering me into senselessness-unconscious at last.
The sun was up when I came to on the ground in the tent. She had at least untied my hands. I sat up and winced as I tried to move my mouth. None of my teeth were broken but the inside of my mouth was cut and sore. My face felt like it had been coated in cement-her dried cum and pussy juices making my face stiff as a board. Even my eyes were cred with it.
To hell with it! I decided. Anything would be better than living with a crazy bunch of assholes like the people in the carnival.
I didn't even pick up my pay. I cleaned up as best as I could and went to the restaurant. When Sheila saw me, the condition I was in, she closed up the place and took me to her house immediately. Needless to say, I took her up on her proposition, and it's been four years now since we've been married. During that time she got it out of me, little by little, about me fucking my sisters and mother.
It was her idea that I write this book, and the purpose of it is to give warning to others about the dangers of incest. I was extremely lucky to overcome the influence of incest. Most others aren't.
