"Oh, Tommy, would you mind coming in here a moment and helping mother?" Mrs. Raina Wentworth called to her fourteen year old son from her bedroom doorway. "My dress is stuck somewhere, on a corset catch I think, and I'm in a terrible rush, the party's already started."
Tom was in his bedroom doing his homework. He rose and walked across the hall, his eyes popping as he saw his ravishing, mother standing with her dress over her head, the hem coming down just below her ribs. Her arms were inside, and she had been struggling to get them through the armholes. Below the dress her ripe body was jammed to the bursting point into an exquisite long-line white leather corset that came down to cover the upperhalves of her luscious, rotund bottom cheeks. Numerous pencil-thin garter straps ran down over her full-blown thighs, anchored to the expanded tops of her sheer black hose with catches that were embellished with bizarre red satin bows.
Tom stood mesmerized, his eyes wandering like caressing fingers over his mother's luscious legs, excitingly sheathed in blatant black stockings. Lately he had been noticing her in more than the generally accepted mother-son relationship. He couldn't help staring at her monumental teats as they went bouncing by, or trying to peer up her dress whenever she bent over to pick something up she had dropped. Now his eyes were riveted on the luscious flesh of her meaty thighs, blazing in exciting contrast to the jet black bands at the tops of her stockings, for this was the first time ever that he was fortunate enough to witness this fascinating sight.
"TOMMY!" she snapped irritably. "I hear you breathing, will you stop just standing there and help me into this thing!"
When Tom stepped forward he was horrified when he saw that a gigantic protrusion had formed in his trousers, swaying ponderously to and fro with his steps.
"Here, dear, get behind me, see if you can find where it's caught," Raina instructed.
Carefully standing away from her so that his massive boner would make no contact with her, he felt across her wide back under the dress, thrilling to the warmth of the sweet flesh. She turned her head and some of her hair spilled out of an opening somewhere, he almost fainted as the silken, perfumed strands slid across his face.
He found where the dress was caught on her corset, but she was still in trouble for she couldn't get her arm through the hole. She twisted and squirmed a bit, and when she did the enormous white gourd of one breast spilled out, hanging down from the folds of her dress like a great white watermelon.
Tom had to fight back the impulse to pick the great teat up in his hands and smother it with wet kisses. Instead, he grasped the dress on both sides where her head was, and lifted it slightly. She twisted some to help, and her breast slid heavily back and forth. She managed to insert her hand through the arm-hole and the dress slid down a bit, her lovely face coming into view as her devastating perfume flooded over him.
"Thank you, darling," she purred cupping his chin with a scented gloved hand, his senses reeling from the aphrodisiac aroma of gamy leather blended with a fine French perfume. "Would you mind helping me pull it down? I've put on a few pounds since I last wore it."
Tom took the dress at both sides and tried to pull it down, it was incredibly tight and he needed a firmer grip.
"Don't be afraid to yank, dear; the dress is terribly thin, I know, but the material is strong, it has to be to support my breasts.. . oh-h.. . pinch just the dress, dear, not me to if you don't mind."
She wormed and twisted, but she and her son were unable to get the skin-tight dress over her ample hips.
"It's no use," she sighed, it's simply too tight, I'll have to wear another.
Tom helped her pull the dress over her head, and when he did she fell a bit towards him, the steel-hard head of his cock pressing into the foam rubber-softness of her thigh.
"What in the world is that, are you carrying an iron pipe in your pocket?" she asked as she lifted her dress over her head and tossed it onto a chair, Tom almost collapsing on the floor at the sight of his incredibly voluptuous mother standing before him clad only in armpit-length black leather gloves, the bizarre white leather corset, black hose and rapier-heeled pumps, her lovely eyes almost bulging out of their sockets when she saw the awesome bulge in his trousers, a widening wet spot spreading over the material.
"TOMMY!" she shrieked, her gargantuan teats rising and falling like a stormy sea. "You have an erection over your very own mother!"
"I-I know.. . I.. . I just couldn't help it."
"Well, child, I'm going to have to punish you for that, punish you severely," she snapped, opening a dresser drawer and taking out a long birch rod. "Now take your clothes off and lay across my lap!"
When he lowered his trousers, his great cock snapped out like a jack-in-the-box, pounding the air with the rapid fire pounding of his pulse. "We'll take care of that right away," she snapped, striking out with the birch rod, cutting it severely across the shaft.
Tom's cock went down like a felled tree as his mother sat on the edge of the bed, he laying across her silken thighs, his long, soft prick dropping between.
"Now, Tommy, as I switch you I want you to describe in intimate detail just what it was about me that made your penis grow so big, we have to get to the root of this problem . understand?"
"Y-Yes, Mother."
CRACK! the sound of the birch rod cutting into the youth's up-tilted buttocks reverberated around the bedroom. Tommy began to sob as his mother's arm moved tirelessly in the skin-tight leather glove, the birch rod leaving crisscrossing weals and welts in its wake.
"Go on, start talking," she commanded.
"Y-You just looked so sexy standing there with your dress above your waist.. . "
"What was sexy, your skipping parts?" she interrupted. "Y-Your beautiful legs in those black stockings . y-your white thighs."
"Was there anything else?" There was excitement in her voice now, her soft black nylon sheathed thighs closing over his huge soft penis causing him to tremble at the delicious contact.
"Y-Yes, one of your big breasts dropped out of the dress . I-I almost took it in my hands."
"You almost took one of your very own mother's breasts in your hands!" she scolded furiously, her meaty thighs rubbing together, the nylon whispering sweet, sibilant sounds as she masturbated his cock till once again it was a monster boner. Lashing away at his reddened rump with much more vigor, she screamed "And now LOOK.. . you're penis is big again!"
"I-It was your silk stockings, they felt so exciting on it," he sobbed.
"Good gracious, can't I have any contact with my son without him getting an erection," she said icily. "Lay on your back on my bed, there's only one way to stop this or you'll get an erection every time I enter the room."
As Tom crawled onto the bed and lay sobbing on his back, his great cock sprang ceilingwards, the huge head uncapped of its protective foreskin and brilliantly red from a coating of seminal drippings.
"Now, Tommy, what I am about to do to you, you mustn't take in a personal way. Think of me as a doctor trying to cure you of a problem. Everything that I will do will be done in a clinical way, understand?"
"Y-Yes, Mother."
Raina Wentworth was seething with passion, a deep craving burning inside her to have sexual relations with her son. Day by day she had noticed how the bulge in his jeans had matured and grown to fantastic proportions. She had been yearning to see it for months now. The whole thing, the caught dress, everything, had been a trick, a trick to get her son into a compromising situation so that she could punish him. First and foremost she was a sadist, a woman who had to inflict pain to get sexual satisfaction. Her thing was youths, teenage boys with big limber cocks. Although she loved her son, she was fascinated by his sturdy body, his blond handsomeness, the cock that grew day by day in his trousers, unseen by her up till now. She had lain awake in her bed at night, masturbating furiously as she thought about how thrilling it would be to take his great, soft prick between her nylon-sheathed thighs, that wealth of flesh, and masturbate it deliciously till it grew to an awesome size, caning his hard little rump as she did so.
This she had now done, but that wasn't all that Raina Wentworth had dreamed about, the thing her entire being screamed the most for was to have her son's long, hot meat buried in her loving mouth, and now she was licking her carmine laden lips as she prepared to do so. She had set it up so beautifully, he had no idea of the dark urges that were burning inside her. "Now child," she said softly as she deposited the great round globes of her bottom cheeks on the bed beside him, taking the swollen head of his cock in a warm gloved palm,-as she jabbed the birch rod into his balls. "I'm going to have to cure you of this incestuous fascination you have for your mother. I'm going to have sex with you, wonderful sensuous sex; do the tantalizing things to you that you've been dreaming about, masturbating about no doubt. Then you will find that all such naughty thoughts about your mother will disappear and you can concentrate on the pretty little girls your own age.
Little Tommy's eyes rolled to the whites as his mother's leather-clad hand, lubricated now by the seminal fluid that was oozing out of his cock head, began to move easily up and down on his hot, hard meat, the room filled with slap-slapping sounds as she cracked the birch rod into his sperm-laden balls, rocketing delicious little pleasure-pains through his vitals. "Oh my precious little baby has such a beautiful big penis . so-o-o clean and wholesome. I can tell by the way he's pulsating in my hands that he loves the sensation of soft, perfumed leather on him. I can tell by the way you're wriggling about that you want me to go a little faster.. . like this.. . and squeeze a bit harder.. . like this.. . oh my goodness, it's growing even larger in your mother's loving hands. If you feel that you're about to come, don't try and hold back, precious, just let it go. I'll bet that you'll hit the ceiling with your delicious hot sperm. Let it go all over your loving mother, drown me with it if you can. What a simply marvelous way it would be to go.. . here I'll jerk a little harder, faster.. . m-m-m I can feel you tensing, let it go, sweetheart."
She was masturbating her son with long, violent thrusts of her leather-clad fist, pulling it up till only the bloated head remained in her tenacious grasp, then ramming her hand back down to his sperm-filled balls, his swollen veins pumping hot blood to the swollen head. Her glove was sopping wet now, filling the bedroom with wet, squooshing sounds as her hand raced madly up and down.
Little Tommy tensed, and as he let out a wild cry of fulfillment, his pulsating cock sent a great, gushing fountain of sperm almost to the ceiling, Raina Wentworth had just masturbated her son!
CHAPTER TWO
"That was what you wanted son, wasn't it?" Raina asked softly as her son's sopping wet prick softened in her grasp. "You did dream of having your mother masturbate you, didn't you?"
"Y-Yes, Mother, but I dreamed of other things too," he moaned. "Other even more wonderful things."
"I'll do them to you, precious," she purred, beginning to once again stroke his soft, floppy prick with her warm, sperm-covered, gloved hand. "For we must get this fixation you have about me out of your mind for good. Some might call it incest, but if that is the only way, and I sincerely think that it is, your mother will be only too happy to oblige you."
"Oh my GOODNESS but you have marvelous recuperative powers, it's starting to grow once again in my hand," she exclaimed, her lovely black eyes blazing with carnal passion as she stopped stroking, and squeezed his swelling prick at the root, his great cock expanding and sliding out of her black leather-clad hand, looking like a white snake exiting its lair in a coal pit.
She hunched over him, her enormous globes resting warmly on his thigh, and as she began to smack his big balls with the birch rod, she leaned down and flicked her long pink tongue over the satiny surfaces of his bloated cock head.
As his ravishing mother opened her lush, painted lips into the widest O possible and slid them wetly over his pear-shaped gland, a wildness was beginning in Tommy; there was an enormous joy, and shame at the same time. His beloved mother, his incredibly beautiful, aristocratic mother was sucking noisily on the cock of her son, and apparently enjoying it immensely, not to mention the fact that she was pounding away with the birch rod on his swollen balls with equal relish.
And later, as Raina sat with her son's head buried in her crotch, she instructed him on how to eat pussy, while she lacerated his buttocks horribly with a nail-studded quirt. He moaned in ecstasy and her smile was one of triumph.
Raina Wentworth had been a widow for five years. Her husband had left her a vast estate, and a bank account that ran into seven figures. Torturing young boys, and having sex with them at the same time being her thing, she had started a school for wayward boys, most of whom were sent to her by the state. The one thing she insisted on was to have the right to give them a physical examination and reject those she didn't think fit. She had a one way mirror installed in a room that adjoined the examination room.
When each applicant would arrive, she would be in the little room, looking through the mirror as the doctor examined him. Their size, their color, their attractiveness, mattered not to the raven-haired enchantress. All that she was concerned with was whether their cocks were large enough to interest her. If it didn't, she would fail him for medical reasons. Consequently, by these selective measures, the headmistress had gathered together a magnificent assortment of studs.
One day Raina sat expectantly in the little room, her breathing increasing when she saw a giant negro youth enter the examining room.
"M-m-m.. . Jonah.. . Jonah Williams, I'll bet he passes," she mused as she leafed through a batch of applications. "WOWEE-E-E does he EVER measure up!" As the black slipped off his trousers, her exclamation was brought on by a gigantic limp cock that dangled limply down between his powerful legs almost to his knees, his balls resembling fleshy cannon balls as they hung down loosely in their long, stringy sacs.
Before going to class that day, Raina took more time than usual preparing herself for her first meeting with Jonah. She stuffed her vast assortment of ripe curves into a white silk sheath that was three or four sizes too small for her, the tissue-thin material stretching so taut over her great gourds that one might expect it to explode at her slightest movement, soft white flesh spilling over its nipped-in top.
Occasionally, just as a treat, just to torment her gaping students all the more, Raina would wear a pair of armpit length black leather gloves, making the excuse that she was going to a party after class. She would thrill secretly as she worked the gloves upwards over her soft arms in front of the class, her great teats jiggling buoyantly, as she saw the massive bulges take shape in their trousers. She had had experiences privately with each boy in class, developing carefully in their psyches powerful fetishes for leather by wearing gloves, corsets and boots crafted of the finest leather that money could buy.
She entered the class, carrying her gloves in one hand, smiling when she heard the boys gasp under their breath. She spotted Jonah sitting to one side of the class in the front row. She swished up to the front of her desk, her nylons whispering sensuously as her meaty thighs rubbed together. Thirteen pairs of eyes drank in her matchless beauty, her bountiful curves, then centered on her hands as she slid one into a glove opening, then worked the exquisite kid around each finger individually in that maddening way women have. Their breathing increased as she tugged the superfluous leather upwards over her full-fleshed arms, finally tugging the glove taut under her armpit.
All the while she was doing this she was working her gloved fingers obscenely together in spasmodic jerks, as though gripping some unseen prick. Every boy in the room, including Jonah, imagined that it was his cock that she was working on so lasciviously and that was what the clever Raina intended them to imagine.
Silently, no sound in the room except the youth's excited breathing, she repeated the delicious process with the other glove, meticulously buttoning the gloves closed at the wrists, then carefully smoothing out the tiny wrinkles that had formed at elbow and wrist.
Raina sat back on the desk top, exposing a few inches of each soft thigh blazing in exciting contrast to the expanded charcoal-black bands at the tops of her dusky stockings. She moved further back and spread her luscious limbs just enough for them to see that she was pantyless, her furry black cunt nestled warmly between her thighs.
There were thirteen massive boners in the room, Jonah's by far the largest, an awesome ramrod that projected far above his desk top, stretching his trousers to the limit. The knowledge that there were thirteen pricks hard with pulsing desire for her in the youths' trousers pleased Raina, warmed her, caused her pussy to overflow and drip onto the desk top before their very eyes. At that moment, she would have willingly lain back on the desk top, raised her luscious black nylon-sheathed limbs, parted them widely and taken them all on in gang-bang fashion. However, she knew that this never could be, word of the incident would most certainly get back to the state examiners, and her license would be lost.
Raina had been clever about it, taking on each boy as though he were the only one, swearing him to secrecy, promising him usually while sucking on his cock that if he remained quiet, there would be lots more intimate meetings between them.
She gave the class a chapter to read in their history books, then walked up and down the aisles while they attempted to do so, always conscious of her awe-inspiring figure, their great boners receding not an inch.
"Welcome to our class, Jonah," she smiled as she came up to the giant black youth. "I do hope that you'll enjoy it here."
"I plan to, Ma'm," he replied in beautifully precise English, his black eyes boring into her fantastically deep, shadowy cleavage. "I trust that you will help me."
"Oh yes-s, Jonah, I plan to help you a lot," she teased, devastating him with her most ravishing smile. "In ways that you can't possibly imagine."
"Oh but I can imagine, Ma'm," he whispered back with a toothy white smile splitting his dusky face, his long arm dropping over the side of the desk, his huge hand coming to rest on the lush swell of Raina's nylon-covered calf.
She stood stock-still, not daring to move lest the others see, nervously aware of the huge black hand on her silken calf. He grinned mischievously up at her as his hand moved caressingly upwards over the warm pocket at the back of her knee, up over the back of her thigh, lingering for a tantalizing moment before sliding under her dress onto a hot, naked, palpitating thigh.
"Stop," she hissed quietly, looking nervously around at the other students, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that they all were engrossed in their reading.
"I'll stop when I get there," he grinned again, his huge black hand standing out in startling contrast to her creamy white thigh as it moved up, up, teasingly up, carrying the hem of her skirt along with it.
"Stop where?" she whispered, her voice filled with excitement, her eyes glued to the monster loose in his trousers, wagging heavily to and fro.
Raina hadn't intended anything like this, it was terribly exciting but dangerous at the same time. Yet she felt strangely helpless, unable to reach down and stop his brazen black hand from moving further upwards.
"You know where," he grinned.
"Don't you dare," she mouthed silently to him.
"You showed me your big, hairy pussy, I simply had to touch it." The hand moved onto the foam-rubber softness of her inner thigh, a scant inch from her twitching cunt, warm elixir pouring out of the slit and running down over his hand onto her black hose. Desire flowed over her, desire to have his long black forefinger burried in her hot pussy, a pussy that was pulsing with quick, hot excitement.
Unconsciously her luscious legs spread further apart to give him easy access. He grinned, his lusting eyes capturing hers as he slid his long fingers into the dense black hair that surrounded her big cunt. Her hot eyes wandered greedily over the gigantic bulging ridge of the boner in his trousers, just barely able to suppress the gasp that rose in her throat when his long black forefinger squirmed through the lush nest and skewered into her sopping wet slit.
With a sudden rush of terror, Raina clamped her hot, nylon-covered thighs together, trapping his long finger in her cunt, mouthing frantically to him: "Now stop, it's too dangerous.. . after class, stay behind after the others leave.
"That will be just fine with me," he grinned, sliding his long, wet finger out of her pussy and returning to his book, Raina staggering weakly down the aisle to her desk as though in a trance, her nylons saturated from the sweet elixir that had flowed out of her pussy, shining in the light..
Although it was only ten minutes, it seemed like hours to Raina before the class filed out of the room.
"Close the door and lock it," Raina instructed as she rose, her silky dress clinging like a second skin to her heaving, full-laden breasts, a blistering heat in her creaming pussy. "You were a naughty boy, a very naughty boy today, Jonah," she added as she picked up a whippy switch from her desk top.
"I'm sorry but you asked for it, Ma'm," he replied with a mischievous grin, turning and facing her, his gigantic black cock threatening to punch a hole in his tautly stretched trousers, long tension lines running from the tip down to his groin. "You turned purposely my way when you sat on your desk and showed me that big, hairy pussy of yours.. . then you came to me in the aisle, wiggling your fanny, shaking those big tits at me, your black nylons blazing.. . black is beautiful, you know. How then could I help but put my hand on your leg? And not only that, when I did you spread your legs so that it would be easy for me to finger-fuck you . you were a naughty girl too, teach."
The ravishing temptress stood before the black youth, her passion-drenched thighs trembling from his obscene words, her gigantic bust rising and falling from a decided increase in her breathing, pussy fluid pouring out of her palpitating cunt and running down over her black hose. She craved lascivious descriptions like this, like a man on the desert thirsting for water. That was why the day before she had forced her son to speak to her in much the same way. But this was a different situation entirely. Jonah was a new student, his bold actions in class had showed that he was capable of rebellion. He was larger, much stronger than any of the other boys, a natural leader for them to follow. She had to gain control over him, show him that rebellion was foolhardy, or else discipline in her school would disintegrate, a disaster for her.
"What are you going to do, teach, crack me across the knuckles because I was a naughty boy?" he sneered defiantly.
She didn't answer him; instead she sat back on the front edge of her desk, drawing her knees up and hooking her skyscraper heels over the edge, spreading her gorgeous black nylon-coated legs wide. Her massive crotch area was exposed, the dense black pelt soaring upwards into an inverted V, her pouting pussy lips peering through the forest of curly black hairs, warm fluid dripping down onto the desk top.
"Don't I have a pretty pussy, Jonah?" she smiled wickedly, inserting a leather-sheathed forefinger into her creaming slit and rotating it around lasciviously, perspiration forming on his brow as his big white eyes bulged. "Doesn't it look tasty though? I'll bet you think it looks good enough to eat.. . come and eat me, precious.. . oh ple-e-ease come and eat your headmistress."
He hesitated, his white eyes standing out starkly against the blackness of his face as he stared greedily at the wide open creaming grotto. She teased him unmercifully by forcing a gloved hand under the neckline of her dress, wriggling it downwards till she was cupping the underside of a massive hillcock. Then, with a quick movement she flipped it out of her frock and let it roll ponderously about on her rib cage like a half-inflated beachball.
"While you're having your delicious meal, and I promise you it will be just that, I'll let you touch one of my big breasts," she purred, maddeningly wetting a gloved forefinger with her mouth, then running it around in concentric circles over her huge nipple, the youth gasping as it reddened and grew to a monstrous size before his very eyes.
When she pressed the swollen appendage into the depths of her breast, then let it snap back out, much larger than before, Jonah dropped to his knees between her splayed limbs and rammed his perspiring black face into her hot, hairy crotch, his long tongue seeking desperately to pry apart the secret folds of flesh so as to find the creamy interior. He lapped frantically up and down, applying pressure, her big pussy opening like a moss rose to the early morning sun for him, and immediately he skewered his tongue into the creaming depths.
"Oh YES-YES-S-S!" she shrieked, thrills of erotic pleasure racing down her spine as she yanked up his shirt and began to send the switch into his broad, naked back with all the power in her strong right arm. She pressed forward, mashing her big, hairy cunt all over his face, lifting her limbs as she did so and wrapping her warm, perfumed-smooth, nylon-encased thighs around his head.
Jonah's back was aflame from the sharp bite of the switch as the ravishing dominatrix lashed away in a frenzied madness of bloodlust, reaching down with her other hand, groping frantically for his massive boner. Finding it, she jerked on it madly through his trousers, crying out, "Open your zipper for me, I can't reach down that far!"
Jonah did so with dispatch, and Raina jammed her leather-clad hand into the opening and snaked her fingers around his long, thick meat, incredulous when she discovered that she could just barely encircle half of its throbbing thickness. As she drew it out of his fly, his great black cock reared up in the head mistress warm, loving grasp, pulsating vigorously.
She shrieked insanely when he glued his big lips to the tender bud of her swollen clitoris, flicking it madly with his long tongue, her warm, meaty thighs closing tighter over his head, holding it a willing prisoner in a sensuous vise of perfumed nylon.
She came three times in rapid-fire succession, then tore herself away from him, wriggling and squirming out of her skin-tight frock, her great, naked gourds flopping frantically about as he stared in disbelief at the awesome sight.
"STRIP! Get out of your clothes so that I can get at you!" she cried as she stood before him, devastating in an agonizingly tight black leather corset that enhanced the whiteness of her full�blown thighs, long, pencil-thin garter straps deliciously framing the dark tangled mound of her big hairy cunt, her long black hose shining brilliantly in the rays of late afternoon sunlight that were streaming through the classroom windows.
Jonah was mesmerized by the wealth of creamy white flesh strapped to the bursting point with black leather and nylon. He drew his shirt over his head slowly. When his face appeared, the head mistress slashed the switch across it, leaving a deep red weal in its wake from the point of his chin to his forehead, screeching insanely, "FASTER! I'm too hot for it, I can't wait all day!"
"HURRY!" she went on wildly. "I want to suck it so bad. I want my mouth so crammed with cock that my cheeks split.. . GOD how I want it!"
"It's all yours, baby, come and get it," he grinned, much more in control of his emotions than she, taking the thick root of his burly organ in a huge black fist and shaking it obscenely at her, the enormous, purplish head wagging to and fro.
"NO-NO.. . not that way," she cried. "Lay on your back over a desk top. I'll tie you there so that you won't roll off. I really want to make a meal of that big, fat cock of yours, and I don't want any distractions!"
As the giant black youth lay across a school desk, she lashed him to it with some rope that she took from her desk. She always kept it there for just such purposes. Raina was excited, no question about that, but not nearly as excited as she had led him to believe. He hadn't doubted her excitement, so thought nothing of the fact that she now had him in bondage across a desk, completely at her mercy, something the tyrannical head mistress had very little of.
"Now you black bastard, I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!" she sneered ominously, going to her desk once again and returning with a quirt studded with vicious needle-sharp nails.
"W-What?" he stammered weakly. "You're not going to hit me with that thing, are you?"
"I'm not only going to hit you with it, I'm going to slash your black flesh to ribbons. I'll teach you to defy me!" With pin-point aim, the ravishing dominatrix sent the quirt whistling through the air, the horrified youth screaming violently as the sharply-honed spikes sank into the swollen flesh of his cock head, blood squirting out in all directions.
"I'll suck you off, I'm not one to go back on my word," said Raina, her voice lowering as she switched her attack to his chest, slashing the flesh there viciously, steadying his thumping, bleeding cock with her other leather-clad hand. "But first I want to exact a promise from you that never again will you defy my unquestioned leadership of this school. That you will do what I say, follow my orders, even if I ask you to crawl five miles over gravel."
As the dominatrix spoke to the petrified lad, she stroked his great upright tool, a mixture of blood and seminal drippings soiling her glove but lubricating it so that it moved like a well oiled piston.
"I agree, just please stop striking me," he sobbed. "Good, you'll be happy that you did, child," Raina said softly, dropping the quirt, her other hand joining it's mate on his burly shaft, her kid-sheathed fingers snaking tenaciously around his pulsating meat and stroking it sensuously into further rigidity. "For you and I can have lots of fun, because you have the prick of a horse, and I too am big where it counts . right now I imagine your penis head hurts terribly, so I think I'll kiss it all better."
The dominatrix was proud of the way she had handled things, smiling as she leaned down over him, the great pear-shaped head of his prick prying open her luscious, carmine-laden lips, the classroom filled with wet, sucking sounds as she began to pump her head, twisting it from side to side at the same time, her long raven tresses snapping back and forth across his sturdy thighs.
Raina used every ounce of expertise in the gentle art of cock-sucking that she had acquired over the years, for she didn't want this to be the last time she made a delicious meal of the huge black's massive prick.
CHAPTER THREE
Raina sat next to her son at a huge baronial table in her Aunt Matilda's dining room, enjoying a marvelous Thanksgiving day dinner. All of her family were there, a yearly ritual with them. She felt warm and comfortable in their presence, it was nice to get an occasional break from the almost constant sex and beatings at her school, and for a change she had nice maternal feelings towards her handsome son who sat by her side, chewing on a drumstick.
For a change she wasn't wearing long leather gloves, and her stockings were a conservative copper shade, for she knew how much leather gloves and black stockings aroused her son, and above all she didn't want anything like that to happen at a family gathering. Her dress wasn't conservative, for Raina Wentworth owned no conservative dresses; however, it was the most decent one she could find in her wardrobe-a simple black silk sheath that looked, as did all her others, as though she had been poured into it. The neckline wasn't cut terribly low, but nothing on earth could hide her great teats as she occasionally leaned across the table for some food, exposing the shadowy depths of her awesome cleavage, a great amount of creamy white flesh spilling over its nipped-in top.
To her horror, she suddenly felt a warm little hand on a nylon-sheathed thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. It was Tommy's!
"Don't.. . not here!" she mouthed at him silently, brushing the hand away. But the little hand came back, higher up this time, beneath her skirt on the dark band at the top of her stocking.
"I'll beat you," she mouthed at him furiously.
"Oh would you, I'd love that," her little son grinned back, his hand carrying the taut hem of her skirt upwards as it slid onto a lush, warm, naked thigh.
"I'm just dying to eat you."
"Not here you fool!"
"Yes, here, right away.. . I simply have to. Distract their attention or I'll just crawl under the table and they'll all see."
"I won't! she hissed, overwhelmed with anger. "All right then.. . here I go.. . "
"Oh look, everyone, I thought all of the robins have gone south for the winter," Raina exclaimed nervously, pointing out of the window.
"Thanks," Tommy grinned as he slid beneath the table and crawled between his mother's silken legs as the others all turned to look out of the window.
"It must have flown off.. . my goodness where's Tommy?" Aunt Matilda queried when she saw his empty seat.
"H-He excused himself to me. I-I think he had to go to the bathroom," Raina stammered.
"Small wonder, with all that he's eaten," Aunt Matilda laughed, then went on with her meal.
Little Tommy had eaten a lot, but he had saved the best for the last as he slid his little hands under his mother's skirt and peeled her panties down over her full-blown thighs. He licked his lips as her great black pelt came into view beneath the table, her big pussy-lips pouting through the fur. He teasingly snapped a long black garter strap into the soft white meat of a heavy thigh, knowing that the sound would upset her.
Starting at her knee, the impetuous youth began to cat-lick his way upwards over an ivory smooth nylon covered thigh, his little fingers tormenting her to distraction as he ran them caressingly through the dense black hair that encircled her pouting pussy, coming within a fraction of an inch of the pink lips, but never quite touching them.
"The miserable little bastard! He's driving me crazy and he knows it," Raina thought furiously as she tried desperately to appear normal; but an astute person could have seen by the way her monumental bust was heaving, and the perspiration flowing down her face, that something was going on.
Involuntarily her long, luscious legs began to scissor beneath the table, opening wider and wider, despite her efforts to stop them from doing so. The reason was that it was a lascivious situation, and Raina Wentworth's life blood was lascivious situations. Her passions were aroused, tremendously aroused, her entire being crying out for her son to bury his little face in her big hot crotch and eat pussy.
Beneath the table, Tommy felt his mother's thighs tremble under the assault of his kissing lips and licking tongue and saw the warm elixir begin to dribble out of her pussy, then increase in flow. He knew that he was getting to her and it made it all the more exciting for him.
He had intended to torment her further, but her creaming pussy looked so delicious from his close-up view, that he could resist it no longer, He plunged his little face to the hot V of her hairy crotch, mashing his lips over the delectable slit, his tongue skewering into the syrupy depths.
"Oh-h-h-h," Raina hissed through teeth that were clenched tight in passion.
"Dear, do you have a pain?" Aunt Matilda asked, concerned.
"A . yes, but it's gone now, I guess I ate too much," Raina laughed nervously, having all she could do to keep her rotund rump from hopping all over the seat in ecstasy as her son ate her pussy with great relish beneath the table.
She was so highly aroused that she came four times in quick succession, finally dropping a spoon, and when she bent down to retrieve it she whispered, "When we finish dinner go upstairs to the bathroom. I'll follow you and suck you off. I'm crazy mad for it!"
Tommy grinned and sat back on his haunches as his mother straightened up. He kept her hot by working three fingers deliciously in and out of her syrupy cunt, till finally the family rose as one to retire to the drawing room.
After they were gone a minute or two, Tommy sauntered into the drawing room.
"Why Tommy, we all thought you were in the bathroom," Aunt Matilda exclaimed.
"I was, I came down the back stairs.. . as a matter-of-fact I guess I ate too much, I have to go again.. . will you excuse me?"
"Certainly child."
"I-I think I'd better follow him, he might be ill," said Raina a few moments later, trying desperately to hide her excitement as she climbed the stairs, all eyes on her.
"You mischievious little bastard," Raina exclaimed as she entered the bathroom, unable to finish her sentence when she saw him sitting naked on the john, his trousers down around his ankles, an enormous boner jutting ceilingwards from a little patch of hair that had recently formed on his groin, the huge red head uncapped and swaying to and fro like a beacon in the night.
As always, Raina had to inflict pain to enjoy sex. She took a long hatpin out of her purse and approached her son, holding it firmly in her gem-encrusted fingers, her long, blood-red fingernails blazing sensuously.
"I know I should get even with you, lick you all over, suck on your balls, then drive you insane by ignoring that huge penis of yours," she sighed as she slipped to her silken knees between her son's legs, steadying his swaying cock by taking it in the warm cup of her hand, stroking it gently. "But I just can't; you ate your mother so deliciously downstairs. I've never been so hot to suck anyone off in my entire life.. . then I'm going to fuck you like a jackrabbit."
Raina, filled with a demented craving to suck her son's great prick, leaned down, her luscious, painted lips ovaled widely, the blood-engorged head of his organ sliding between and wedging in the back of her throat. She began to suck lecherously, the veins bulging on his shaft as her hand raced up and down madly on the portion that she couldn't get into her mouth, jabbing his thighs fiercely with the hatpin with her other hand, blood flowing copiously down onto the toilet seat.
Her cheeks puffed out grotesquely as her ripe lips devoured her son's pulsating cock shamelessly. When she felt him tense, she dropped the hatpin and gave his balls a mighty squeeze, assisting the awesome load of torrid sperm on its upwards flight. Spurt, after spurt, after spurt of sperm spewed into her mouth, pouring in torrents down her throat, not a single drop escaping her wildly suctioning mouth.
"Oh that was FANTASTIC!" the dominatrix shrieked, picking up the hatpin and jabbing it into her son's thigh. "Now I'm going to fuck you!"
"RAINA!" It was her Uncle John, Aunt Matilda's husband, in the hall outside the bathroom door, and he sounded terribly angry. "I heard what you said. "I'll see you in my bedroom in five minutes or I'll go downstairs and tell the others just what's going on up here!"
The ravishing dominatrix was devastated. Her Uncle John was one of the few people that she felt close to. He had always been terribly kind to her, and she often had gone to him with problems since her parents were killed in an auto accident.
"What on earth can I do?" she mused frantically as she smoothed her dress down over her full�blown thighs, and primped her hair back in place, then replaced the lipstick that she had deposited so eagerly a few moments before on her son's penis. "He heard, so I can't deny it. What on earth can I DO?"
Then she remembered how she caught her uncle looking at her with more than a casual interest at the dinner table. She had been so distraught by what her son was doing to her beneath the table that she was just barely conscious of the fact that his beady old eyes bored into her cleavage as she reached across the table for some butter. Sex, that was her only possible way out.
"Go down to the others," she hissed to her son as she left the bathroom. "I'll see what I can do about this."
As Tommy went down the stairs, she paused for a moment, thinking, then she peeled down her shoulder straps and broke them, lifting her great, naked gourds out of her bodice. She took a deep breath, then opened the door, saying as she entered her uncle's bedroom, "What a mischievious son I have, Uncle John, he just can't seem to take his hands off me, as a matter-of-fact very few other males can either, so I suppose I can't really blame him.. . but I am angry at him for tearing my shoulder straps."
She pranced into the room on her stilt heels, her nylons hissing sensuously, her massive teats flopping about on her rib cage, the broad sweep of her hips swivelling. Before he could answer her she leaned over and hoisted her skirt, her watermelon-sized breasts elongating deliciously, a few inches of creamy white thigh blazing above her copper-toned nylons, exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, he created a run in my stocking too, oh he's incorrigible!"
As she wet a finger and placed it over the imaginary run, Uncle John, fighting not to look at his niece's lascivious display, said sternly, "From what I heard you say, you were the aggressor, not he."
"I'm not denying that, Uncle John. I'm very passionate as I imagine you are with Aunt Matilda. Suppose for example, she would sidle up to you like this.. . and take your big penis in her hands and stroke it through your trousers.. . like this. I imagine that you would respond, wouldn't you?"
"No I wouldn't, I'm far too old to do.. . "
"But Uncle John," she cried triumphantly, ecstatic when she felt his penis begin to thicken and lengthen in her stroking grip. "You HAVE responded, your penis is getting.. . oh my goodness it IS getting terribly big!"
"B-But any man would respond when a woman does that." He was stammering, on the defensive now.
"That just proves my point, Uncle John," she purred, crawling close so that he could get the full effects of her sensuous perfume, tormenting him with her stroking, gem-laden fingers.
"Tommy is the last person on this earth that I would let turn me on, but he forced himself on me, and when he handled my big breasts and stuck his finger into my pussy . well, it was just too much for me to stand."
Raina was flabbergasted, unexpectedly her uncle's prick had grown to astounding proportions in her squeezing, jerking hands, by far the largest one she had ever touched, larger even than Jonah's. She had always thought that old men's organs shrivelled up from lack of use as they grew older, but her uncle was proving her completely wrong.
Uncle John was completely helpless now, huffing and puffing, perspiration flowing down his lined old face as she stroked his cock into further erection, the whole great mass of it thrusting like some great missile through his trousers.
"Oh, Uncle John.. . darling-g-g," she whispered hotly, leaning forward and mashing a great, naked teat against his upper arm. "I know that I shouldn't even dare ask you such a thing, but you're the one that I've always gone to with my troubles in the past."
"Y-You have troubles?"
"Yes I do, Uncle John, terrible troubles," she said, her eyes downcast demurely. Tommy aroused me so much that my pussy's on fire. So much liquid is pouring out of it that it's running down my legs.. . could you help me once again, Uncle John?"
"H-How?"
"Well I was thinking that since you have this marvelous erection, perhaps you might alleviate my frustrations.. . Aunt Matilda need never know." As she whispered her obscene suggestion. Raina's hands were busy at his fly, deftly unzipping him and slipping a hand through the opening in his shorts to wind her fingers around his long, hot meat.
"I would probably pass out."
"Oh no-o-o you wouldn't Uncle John, precious, just leave it in my hands . your wonderful big penis I mean," she giggled, leading him across the room by his rigid organ to the bed, keeping it in that condition by stroking it sensuously.
"I-I don't think we should," he protested weakly.
"Think of yourself as a boy scout doing a good turn for an old lady," she smiled, releasing his fantastically huge cock and laying him down on the bed on his back. "Anyway, if you don't, you know you'll never be able to sleep again nights just from thinking about what you missed.. . for Uncle John, believe me, you would be missing something unbelievable." Raina stared down in disbelief at her uncle's cock. It reminded her of a gnarled old dead tree that stood on the crest of a hill near her home. It's color was a pasty white, liberally covered with swollen purplish veins, the head enormous, and equally purple.
She climbed up on the bed, reeling unsteadily in her skyscraper heels, then she lowered her rump onto his thighs, facing his jutting, wagging cock. He groaned and tossed his head from side to side on the pillow as she took it in her slender, gemmed fingers, her diamonds flashing like fireflies as she began to stroke the taut flesh up and down with a gentle rhythm.
"M-m-m, Uncle John," she purred, wetting her painted lips with her tongue as she increased the tempo of her slow jerk, her fingers tightening around his hot meat. "If only you'd let me know what you were carrying around between your legs all these years I would have been doing this much sooner."
"I-I thought about it, but you're so incredibly beautiful.. . so.. . so fantastically voluptuous.. . I had no idea that you'd be interested," he groaned as Raina began to really beat his meat, the huge prong swelling to even more fantastic proportions in her jerking loving grasp.
"I'll tell you a little secret, Uncle precious, we women don't care about the age of a man," she whispered, leaning down and dragging her monumental teats across his hairy belly, breathing hotly in his ear. "It's his penis we're secretly interested in. If it gets big and hard, the bigger the better, that's our only concern.. . so you see, Uncle, I've struck oil!"
She swooped down then, and jammed the massive machine into her eager mouth, his pulsating meat so huge that the corners of her mouth nearly split. She pulled her head back up pressing her painted lips over the bloated cock-head and feeling it throb in her mouth.
"That feels so goo-o-o-d," he gasped, his bony hands slipping down to loose themselves from sight in the awesome softness of her massive gourds.
Raina felt him tense, saw his great balls curl up tight to the base of his cock, then she felt as though there was an explosion in her mouth as hot sperm spewed out of his throbbing cock-head, her cheeks billowing out with the enormity of his orgasm, thin jet streams, squirting out of the corners of her mouth.
Suddenly Raina's whole attitude changed. She wrenched the spewing prick out of her mouth and leaped off the bed, shrieking, "UNCLE! Do you know what you've just done?"
"N-No, what?" he panted.
"You've just made your loving niece suck you off. Uncle, that's INCEST!"
"B-But you wanted to," he stammered in disbelief, "I just told you what a passionate woman I am, how Tommy takes advantage of that . you just took advantage of my emotions too, Uncle.. . I'm going to tell Aunt Matilda!"
If you had doubted it before, you now know that Raina Went-worth was a very astute woman. Caught in the act with her son, she had cleverly turned everything around so that now it seemed as though her poor old Uncle John was the culprit. He stood gasping and trembling, trying to stuff his still formidable cock into his trousers, pleading, "Please don't tell my wife, she'd leave me immediately . and you know that all of our holdings are in her name for tax reasons. What would I do?"
Raina pretended to consider his request for a few moments, then said sternly, "I'm sick and tired of always being the one that's put upon. I think that I'd better start punishing people who take advantage of me before it gets out of hand. I'll promise not to tell aunt Matilda, but only if you follow my orders."
"Yes, yes.. . anything."
"Good, take off your trousers and be quick about it," she commanded imperiously.
As her uncle struggled to tug his trousers over his shoes, Raina went to his dresser and picked up a heavy silver-handled hairbrush. She wriggled out of her frock, then deposited the great round globes of her ass on the bed, her massive teats bouncing wildly about from the sudden stop.
"Now lay across my knees," she commanded, her lovely black eyes blazing fiercely.
He did so, his long, floppy penis pressing against a silken thigh as the room was suddenly filled with the sound of the hairbrush battering his uptilted rump as she pounded away at it with sadistic fever. The silver top of the brush was deeply etched with scroll-like patterns, and the patterns were transformed to his rapidly reddening rump in the form of deep weals. As she continued to raise and lower her arm tirelessly, the weals began to overlap, and, where they did, blisters began to form. The blisters soon turned to horrible, bleeding lacerations, blood poured down onto the bed and Raina's black hose.
Uncle John took it all stoically, realizing that anything was better than losing his beloved wife, or more importantly, his beloved meal-ticket. The fact that he didn't cry out and plead with her to stop, drove Raina into a sadistic frenzy. She forced him to stand facing a bedpost, tying his hands to it with his necktie. She looked around frantically for something to use on him that would force him to scream with agony, filled with dismay when she found nothing. Her heels, they were six inches long and tapered like rapiers into tiny metallic points. She had used similar ones before when faced with situations like this.
Balancing herself on one leg, she raised the other and jabbed the sharp heel into his beefy rump. It punctured the skin and went in deep, claret-colored blood pouring out of the tiny hole when she removed it. She kept ramming the heel into him tirelessly, but still he didn't protest. Only when she ground the tapered length of gleaming black leather into his anus, ripping and tearing the tendons as she drove it deep, did he scream; but, strangely, it was a scream of ecstasy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Raina was doing something she did quite often at 3:15 P.M. when the local junior high school let out; she was boy-cruising in her Lincoln convertible, her fantasy apparatus working overtime. Boys, boys, boys, in large groups, small groups, and walking alone, most wearing their badges of youth, dirty white sneakers and skin-tight jeans.
Raina's heart began to pound, her gigantic bust heaving as she fantasized, mentally stripping them of their jeans, imagining that they were all walking along with their massive young tools wagging ponderously to and fro in front of them. As always on these occasions, she had a finger buried in her syrupy cunt, working furiously over her clitoris, stupendous orgasms bathing her finger in staccato-like fashion.
The raven-haired seductress knew that she needed therapy, knew that it wasn't considered normal for her to crave youthful cocks to suck and fuck. However, Raina Wentworth would never go under therapy, not for that reason at least, for she knew that if teenage boys were taken away from her she would just wither away and die of sheer boredom. To her, her experience with poor uncle John had been a ghastly one. His gnarled old cock had repulsed her. She had despised sucking it so much that, after she left his room, she went immediately to the bathroom and washed her mouth free of the foul tasting sperm. How much differently a smooth, hairless boy's cock felt in her mouth, how sweet his sperm. It was the ultimate in life as far as she was concerned.
Slim boys, tall boys, short boys, and powerfully built football-type boys, all walking along with one thing in common-limber young cocks that needed servicing. When she went boy-cruising, Raina always dressed to the hilt, putting on all her glamour, her lovely face carefully made up. A metallic-blue eye shadow on her sultry lids, her luscious bee-stung lips painted a brilliant carmine, for she knew that all boys secretly imagined a beautiful woman's painted lips wrapped tenaciously around their cocks.
Today her meaty arms were encased in gleaming black leather gloves, flaring back over her shoulder into bizarre points, her vast assortment of ripe curves jammed to the exploding point into a pale-blue silk sheath, her luscious long limbs in blatant black nylon. As an added inducement to any whom she might lure into her silken, perfumed trap, her legs were encased in highly polished black leather boots to mid-calf.
As she passed slowly by a large group of football-types, Raina's finger ran riot in her creaming cunt as she imagined herself down on her knees, her cheeks bloated with one boys great weapon, her gloved hands keeping the others at the ready by masturbating them one by one till it was their turn to be sucked.
She sighed sadly as she finally passed the youth at the head of the line. She had discovered that it was useless to turn around and repeat the process, for she found that when she did, the pickings were slim as they went their seperate ways, turning off on the many side streets towards their homes. Yes, her boy-cruising was through for another day.
The street led on up to town, and as she drove along the busy thoroughfare, she spotted a powerfully built youth of thirteen or fourteen selling newspapers from a sack over his shoulder.
Raina had a need, a terrible need to have her mouth packed full of boy-cock, and it was driving her out of her mind. But what could she do, stop and ask him if he would care for a delicious blow-job? There was inherent danger always lurking in the background, and she imagined that the entire populace had been warned to be on the lookout for a woman pervert who got her kicks sucking boys' cocks. So she dressed as sexy as possible, waiting for some youth to make the first move. Occasionally it had worked, and the experience that followed had always been devastating.
He wore the usual soiled white sneakers, but his trousers weren't jeans, they were bellbottoms that adhered to his legs like a second skin, clearly outlining an unbelievably huge cock and equally huge balls. He was hung like a bull!
"Son, do you have a Herald?" she asked nervously as she drew the big Lincoln to a halt beside him.
"I have just one paper left, Ma'm, and it's the News," said the youth as he came up to the car, his eyes bulging when he saw Raina's awesome pulchritude threatening to burst out of her frock. "If you take it I'm through for the day."
"Brother, if I get my mouth on that big fat prick of yours you won't be through for the day," Raina mused, then said aloud, "I'll take it. Will you be going my way? I'm heading for Porchester."
It was a fifty-fifty gamble. There was only one main street in the little town, and he had to go one way or the other. The gamble failed.
"No, Ma'm, I heading towards Milltown."
Raina paused, dare she offer to drive him to his home anyway? The fantastically huge impression of his cock forced her into a quick decision.
"Oh get in anyway, I have an hour to kill before I pick my husband up at the train.. . I'll drive you home," she said as cheerily as she could, desperately trying to hide her nervousness, ecstatic when she saw that his eyes were wondering over her like caressing fingers, from her huge, thrusting teats, down over the soft enticing swell of her hips onto the expanded tops of her slinky black hose.
"Why are you looking at me that way, Ma'm?" he grinned confidently as he got into the car and closed the door, twisting in his seat and looking at her.
"W-What way?" asked Raina nervously.
"Oh you're looking at me the same way the richest woman in town did the other day when I was selling papers."
"What way was that?"
"In sort of a sexy way. She came right out and offered me fifty dollars if I'd let her suck my cock."
Raina's vision blurred, she almost fainted. As careful as she had been her eyes had given her away, she'd been discovered. She had to probe further. "We-Well did you let her?"
"Of course I let her, do you know how many papers I'd have to sell to make fifty dollars? You weren't thinking of doing anything like that, were you, Ma'm?"
He spread his legs, grinning mischievously as he took the massive root of his cock in his hand and shook it obscenely at her. Raina was flabbergasted when she saw it instantly leap to erection.
She was trembling all over, knowing that she wouldn't sleep a wink that night if she didn't suck the sperm out of those enormous balls of his. It was obvious that he was seeking another fifty dollars. The money meant nothing to her, it was the humiliation of it all. She was the one who humiliated others, never had she been forced to crawl on her knees for a boy's cock. After all, didn't she have thirteen of them eagerly awaiting her attentions back at her school? Why then was this particular boy's prick so terribly important to her? It was the lasciviousness of the situation, the thrill of conquest, even though she had to pay for it, along with the enormity of the cock that was thrusting up in his bellbottoms like a steel poker.
"Fifty dollars, you said," she smiled, opening her purse and handing him five new tens. "You lead the way."
The youth couldn't believe his good fortune. The woman who had paid him for the privilege of sucking him off had been a fat pig, while the woman who was driving by his side was the most fantastic creature that he'd ever laid eyes on. Her breasts were unbelievably huge, yet jutting out in her frock without a trace of sag despite their awesome weight. Her wasp waist, her lush hips, and her luscious legs so alluring in gossamer black hose and sexy boots made him gasp. He still had the fifty the fat woman had given him, he would willingly have given it to this ravishing creature if she would go down on him. Now he had a hundred, and the experience of a lifetime coming up.
Following the youth's directions, Raina drove along a country road, her mouth actually drooling at the thought that soon she'd have his huge young cock throbbing inside it.
"Y-You have quite a penis for a little fellow," she smiled nervously, reaching out with a trembling leather-clad hand and snaking her fingers around his swollen meat, thrilling as the heat of it permeated her" tissue-thin gloves. "D-Do I get my money back if I can't manage to get it into my mouth?"
"Certainly not, it's your tough luck if you can't. You'll just have to lick it if you can't," he replied with certainty, secretly knowing that he was going to get his long, fat prick into her luscious mouth if he had to ram her teeth down her throat to do so.
She drove off the road and parked behind a grove of trees. Immediately he started to unbuckle his belt.
"Oh let me do that, I'm paying for this so it should be my choice," Raina pleaded as she crawled down between his legs, unbuckling his belt with hands that trembled like a leaf in a windstorm, then unzipped his fly.
He was wearing no shorts and his gigantic white cock charged out of his yawning fly like a great red-tipped missile exiting an underground silo. She stared at it in disbelief, unmindful of the strings of seminal drippings that were splattering in her face. She took the huge length of cock meat in her two gloved hands, looking dreamily up at him before going down on it. Then she realized why she craved him so much, why she simply had to suck him. Obviously her subconscious mind had seen it before she herself did. The handsome boy was a young addition of her son, Tommy. Incredibly, his cock much larger, though.
She simply had to suck boy-cock; but, differently from Tommy, she was bringing no love to it, just animal instinct. She attacked his huge, billowing prick like some wild jungle animal, slamming her lips all the way down to the incredibly thick base, her nose buried in his hair-flecked groin. She drew back up, slowly, her teeth coming into play, the taut skin rippling as it exited, her cheeks hollowing grotesquely. Saliva was pouring from the corners of her mouth as she began to pump her head furiously, frantically, wet, suctioning sounds carried out over the fields by a gentle breeze.
"Oh I love it, I love it, I love it," she gurgled insanely, her head a mere blur in the sunlight as she pumped it with silent fury, her saturated leather-clad hands ripping and tearing at his sperm-inflated balls. When his balls rolled into a knot and he came, it was an avalanche of boiling hot lava, blasting her head away, the second shot hitting her on the side of her nose and ricocheting into her raven locks, gleaming there like tiny white pearls. She clamped her greedy, nursing lips back onto his pulsating cock just in time to receive the third shot, clamping her teeth over the thick ridge at the top of his burly knob so as to retain her grip.
When his cock had wept out its last few remaining drops, Raina drew her arm back, formed a fist, and knocked the startled youth unconscious with a powerful blow to the point of his chin. When he came to he found himself tied upright to a small tree, a series of ropes lashed around his now naked body. One rope was tied around his soft shaft, then tied securely to his balls. If he should have an erection, his cock would raise, drawing the slip-knot tighter into his balls. It was diabolical, but after all, the raven-haired dominatrix was a diabolical woman. Then he saw her, the same ravishing creature, but now she wore only her long leather gloves, a garter belt, hose and boots, a menacing bull-whip in the tight grip of her right hand.
"Make me pay you to go down you, will you," she snarled, taking the sperm-smeared head of his cock in a slippery gloved hand and stroking it, causing his shaft to swell and raise, agonizing pains racing through his vitals as the slip-knot tightened around his huge balls.
The youth tried to think of things other than the stimulating kid-sheathed hand as it moved sensuously back and forth on his sopping wet prick-baseball, classroom subjects, anything that would keep his mighty organ from rising into an erection.
But it was no use, the hills reverberated with his agonizing screams as his cock rose to full erection, the dominatrix ripping at it savagely with her bullwhip, the metallic tip creating deep lacerations. Raina Wentworth was getting her revenge.
The party was in full swing. It was a faculty party, but un-like any faculty party you can imagine. Raina had selected her employees as carefully as she had selected her students, an equal amount of sadists and masochists that would guarantee to make things interesting at just such an affair.
Raina usually threw these parties when her emotions were at a low ebb. She never did discover that the experience she had with the youth in the fields wasn't what it appeared to be. She had left him dangling from the tree in a bloody heap, convinced that he wouldn't have been interested in her if it hadn't been for the money he demanded. It had been a terrible blow to her morale, and afterwards she had spent a long time in front of her mirror searching for signs of advancing age. She saw none, but that didn't do much to alleviate her fears. Oh yes, she would be able to interest men till she was well into her fifties, her monumental bosom alone assured this. But what about boys, even more importantly, what about her son, Tommy? Would he draw away from her at the first sign of age lines beneath her eyes. The mere thought almost paralyzed her with fear.
The affair was being held in the massive drawing room of the estate, the doors bolted to all prying eyes. The teachers hadn't only been selected because of their propensities toward masochism and sadism, but the men because of their formidable cocks, and the women because of their more than generous bosoms. Raina had been careful, however, to make certain that no woman had a bust the equal of hers.
All of the male teachers in the room were totally naked, the women clad excitingly in sexy undergarments, mostly of leather.
Black hose, gloves, and skyscraper-heeled pumps or highly polished leather boots were a must.
Here and there female teachers were down on their knees, nursing greedily on their partner's swollen cocks, their gloved hands busily clasping their sperm-laden balls, or jerking on their slick shafts. The sounds of bullwhips rent the air, as men and women lashed their partners viciously.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Raina went to answer it.
"Who is there?"
"Barbara Haskins."
Raina unlocked the door and the buxom blonde math teacher peeked inside.
"Since there are more women than men here, would it be all right if I brought my new boyfriend in with me?" she asked.
"Does he measure up?" Raina asked pointedly. "DOES he EVER!"
"Hi, gang, I'd like to introduce my new boy friend, Joe Saluto," Barbara called out.
When she opened the door, a hush fell over the assemblage. Women stopped sucking, cocks dropping out of their mouths as they gaped; men stopped beating. The doorway was filled with the shoulders of a giant Italian youth, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. However it wasn't his size that created the silence, it was the size of his mighty cock that stretched in one trouser's leg from his groin all the way down to the top of his knee.
Obviously Barbara hadn't been able to keep her hands off of the monster, for it was in massive erection, the gigantic head thrusting out at his trouser's leg like some great cannon ball.
"And now," Barbara went on proudly when she was certain that all had seen her friend's awesome tool, "I'd like to introduce Joe Saluto's cock . you're in for quite a shock."
Although Joe wasn't quite young enough to interest Raina, she was forced to admit that she was just as eager as the rest to see the unveiling of such a mighty machine.
Barbara did unveil her boy friend's great prick, but with the timing of director. She did it with maddening slowness, purposely fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. Then when she reached inside to draw it out into view, gasping, "Oh, Joe, it's so big . . so terribly bi-i-i-g that I can scarcely hold it, and not only that, it's as hard as tempered steel!"
"For GOD'S sake take it out!" a woman shrieked.
"Yes, give the rest of us a treat," another cried.
"Beg for it," Barbara smiled, teasingly tugging his fly apart and revealing a shaft that resembled a tree trunk.
"Out of the way, you miserable cunt," swore Raina as she stepped forward and smashed the blonde beauty in the face with a hard gloved fist, knocking her unconscious. 'There'll be no teasing while I'm the leader here.. . now big boy let's see what you've got."
Raina was incredulous when she discovered that his cock was so thick she couldn't get her fingers far enough around it to get a secure grip. She cupped her hand over the far side and wrenched it free of his trousers, the clique of sadists and masochists gasping in amazement as the gigantic cock swayed ponderously back and forth, the great weight of his bloated cock-head causing it to actually bend a bit in the middle.
"Joe, you are hereby elected a paid up member of my club," gasped Raina, taking his rampant cudgel in her gloved hands, hefting it, finding it as heavy as an andiron. "But first you must pass a little initiation that every prospective new member has to endure."
Obviously taken with the dominatrix's fantastic charms, Joe submitted meekly as Raina gagged him with a ball that was attached to the back of his head by a strip of rawhide, and also by another strip of rawhide that ran down to a rope that girdled his waist.
She forced him to kneel subserviently before her, then slashed his cock with a nail-studded quirt she'd been carrying. He stared down at his magnificent tool in horror as blood began to flow copiously from numerous punctures.
"I want it.. . I HAVE to have it!" a beauteous blonde shrieked as she dashed forward. Realizing full well that Raina's quirt would slash her to ribbons if she attempted to suck the giant's massive prick, she lay down on her back and wormed her head between his wide-spread legs, picking up an enormous testicle and jamming as much of it as she could between her luscious, painted lips. She placed her hands one above the other on his turgid shaft and began to jerk furiously, Raina puncturing his cock-head viciously with the quirt.
The dominatrix dropped her quirt and bent down. Her mouth widening into the largest O possible, she rammed it down over his upright cock. Her jaw widened and widened till she thought it would unhinge, but to her dismay she found that she could take only about two thirds of the fiery red knob into her greedy mouth.
Pumping her head up and down furiously, trying with might and main to force the swollen appendage into her mouth, Raina's two gloved hands joined the blonde's on his long, fat shaft. Suddenly an unbelievably overpowering orgasm blasted Raina back, spurt after spurt after spurt of hot semen blasting her in the face in machine gun-type fashion.
After that it turned into a wild orgy, all of the women in the room fighting to be fucked by big Joe's mighty organ. He fucked Raina twice, her pussy-lips stretched so far apart that they dangled down between her legs as she sighed and made her way to the door. It had been fantastic. She hadn't known that a man could have a cock so large. But there was something missing, he just wasn't young enough for her. However there was someone young enough for her in the house, and she was thinking about him as she eagerly climbed the stairs. It was her son, Tommy, asleep upstairs in his bedroom but he wouldn't be asleep for long.
