The big cock on the television screen was longer than seven inches, Monika estimated. There was something about its shape--thin, pink and white, with a mouth-watering strawberry-colored head--that caused her to blink rapidly and clench the arms of her deep-cushioned living room chair.
She grabbed the remote control and froze the picture. She studied the image. Her blue eyes narrowed. She unconsciously ran her pink tongue along her full red lips. A muscle in her long, slender neck jumped nervously. Her right foot began to tap the sculptured green-on-green carpet.
Who would send her a pornographic video cassette?
She grabbed up the opened mailer and checked for a return address. Nothing.
Monika looked at the freeze-framed picture on the color console. For some reason, she was afraid. This was an act of aggression. She had no interest in this kind of thing!
But her eyes kept returning to the big cock. She had only played a few seconds of the cassette. All that had been shown so far was the naked loins of a slender young man.
She took up the control pod and started the tape again. As the picture zoomed in on the slender cock, a hand and wrist--thin, small... a girl's hand--entered the picture and began playing with the long cock.
Monika shook her head. Whoever had sent this to her was mistaken about her: she had no reaction to this at all. Her body was dead sexually.
Ever since the accident a year ago...
She bowed her head. Tumbles of her long, wavy, honey-blonde hair cascaded forward. Her throat tightened on a lump of grief. Tears dewed her blue eyes.
She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Tom... Tom... " she moaned. "I didn't see the truck! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... " The memory played again in her mind as it had a million times before.
The incredibly sudden, looming grille of the big semi, the sickening lurch of impact, the scream of torn metal and the scream of her husband as glass and jagged steel penetrated his body.
And she had been unhurt except for a long slash on her left thigh.
But there was a mental wound that hadn't healed. A year after the crash, she was in depression, couldn't sleep decently, couldn't enjoy anything. Couldn't get really aroused and have a climax.
Tom was dead. She was one of the living dead.
Monika threw her head back. Her flowing amber hair flipped gracefully away from her face. Tears tracked down her cheeks.
Her eyes were drawn by the action on the screen. The image wobbled and shifted--out of focus. She realized this was a homemade cassette, made with a handheld color TV camera.
A girl's head had appeared. She was licking the head of the young man's slim, white cock. She popped the head between her wet lips and sucked vigorously.
Monika sat up, staring intently. That girl's face was familiar! Wasn't she one of the neighborhood girls? That upturned nose, the dimpled cheeks, the golden-brown eyes...
Monika watched closely as the girl's lips yielded the cock. The prick head was pink-violet, glistening from her saliva.
The girl's small, soft hand moved the skin, covering the head, exposing it, covering it. She stuck out her pink tongue at the camera, then lowered her head to suck on the long cock again.
The camera angle shifted, moved to reveal the young man's chest, his face-- Monika's blue eyes widened. She grunted with surprise and shock. Her mouth gaped. Blood drained from her face.
It was her youngest stepson, Scott!
The camera zoomed to Scott's face. He grinned his casual, lopsided grin and winked. He brushed his straight blond hair from his eyes. He said something--probably to whoever held the camera--and the view slid back to the girl, who was still sucking and licking at his cock.
The girl looked up and made a face at Scott, as if in response to instructions. She flipped his cock clumsily with her hand and waited for the camera-holder to change position.
The image swooped and lurched drunkenly and then steadied a foot from Scott's cock. The girl stuck her pink tongue out at the camera, then popped the head of Scott's cock back into her mouth. Her rich brown eyes I looked toward Scott's face off-camera as she suckled.
The camera view slid up Scott's body to his face again. He grinned and waved. He said something... exaggerating his lip movements. Was he saying: "Hi, Mom"?
Monika swallowed and stared, stunned.
The camera swooped back to the girl's inexpert cock sucking. She used both hands to pump his skin as she kept only his cockhead in her mouth. She frowned with concentration as she worked.
Abruptly, she jerked her mouth away, eyes wide, lips contorted, a drool of white cum hanging from her lower lip. In her hands, Scott's big cock erupted again with a load of cum that landed somewhere out of the picture.
The image wobbled and, for an instant, showed Scott laughing. Then it showed the girl's face as she spat angrily. She jerked her hands away from his still-shooting cock. His long, stiff prick flopped to his belly.
With trembling hands, Monika switched off the TV. The remote control pod slipped from her fingers to the floor.
She sat in the overstuffed chair and looked dazedly around the large, well-furnished living room. She shuddered. Now she knew why the sight of Scott's long cock had disturbed her: it was as big as Tom's. The same shape. The same delectable-looking strawberry-shaped head.
She licked her full lips, remembering times she had sucked Tom's entrancing cock. He had taught her everything! He'd fucked her for hours, bringing her along from those first, difficult climaxes to the point where she could come and come, like a nympho, till she was ready to fuck him anytime, almost any place.
Tom had over the years awakened her and sensitized her body till she wanted to fuck him every night--wanted his big cock, his wild mouth and tongue, his hands... anything! Even the ticklers and vibrators. Anything he did to her, anything he used on her, she loved. She had adored him. She would have given her life for him.
And instead she had killed him!
Monika groaned and turned her tortured face to the rough upholstery of the chair. The nipple of her large, pointed tit was stimulated through her bra and blouse, and it surged. Her other nipple expanded, too.
And a subtle heat spread through her lower belly.
At first, she didn't realize what was happening. Then she jerked away from the upholstery. She shook her head violently. "No! No! I don't want to be alive again! Stop it!"
But her body continued to feel sexy. She'd not worn a bra for years before Tom died. Now her tits wanted their freedom again.
And her cunt wanted-- Monika flung herself from the chair and began pacing around the house--into the kitchen, down the long hall past Larry's room, past Scott's room, past her room, into the living room again, into the dining room, into the kitchen.
She kept seeing Scott's cock in her mind's eye. She hadn't seen her boy completely naked for years. She was shaken that he was so well endowed. He had Tom's cock!
And what about Larry? A year older than Scott. Did he have a big prick, too? They both had Tom's narrow face, big ears, slim body. Larry was over six feet now, taller than Tom. Did that mean he had a bigger cock than Scott?
Monika cried out helplessly: "Stop it!"
She rushed into the boys' bathroom--between their rooms--and stared at herself in the streaked mirror.
She was a beautiful woman, still. She always attracted looks from men wherever she went. Tall, with big tits, a narrow waist, flaring, sensuous hips, and long legs. Her long, tumbling, honey-blonde hair fell in glossy waves past her shoulders. Her eyes were large and of a peculiar electric-blue that often startled people and drew them to her.
Her eyes and lush figure had drawn Tom Hastings eleven years ago, and they had married after a month of hot courtship. She had just finished college. She had been only twenty years old. She had married a man whose wife had died of pneumonia six months before a man with two children--two sons.
Now she was thirty-one... and a widow.
Monika splashed cold water on her face. It didn't help.
She went into her bedroom and undressed quickly, intending to take a cold shower. But her large tits glowed strangely, and her nipples itched obscenely.
She lifted one of her heavy, sloping, cone-shaped tits with both hands and studied her swollen nipple. Her large, crinkled nipples had always embarrassed her when she was a teenager. She had thought them grotesque and bestial... as if she were an animal suited only to suckle babies.
Monika wet a fingertip and rotated it on the tip of her nipple. The itching intensified. The poor thing wanted to be sucked!
She shook her head violently and stood shivering.
Finally, she flung herself on the bed. Naked, she opened her legs wide. The glow in her lower belly was stronger now, too. Her cunt wanted to be fucked. Her sex zones were alive suddenly. Wanting! Demanding! The animal in her was stirring, reviving. The perverse demon wanted pleasure.
Monika sobbed with frustration and surrender. Her fingers twisted her taut nipples violently. She gasped with pain and lust, and the pain turned to a weird heat that spread through her cunt.
Her hands left her swollen nipples and slid, palm down, to her smooth, flat belly. Her eyes closed. She licked her lips.
Her fingertips entered the amber curls on her cunt mound. She touched the top of her wet, juicy pussy slit. She pressed a middle finger gently against her pouting, slippery cunt lips, and the hot mouth to her cunt seemed to kiss the finger.
She felt sensations she hadn't felt for a year. It was as if a door was slowly opening in her mind/body.
But it wasn't right! She had killed Tom! She didn't deserve pleasure or happiness!
Yet she breathed a soft moan and let her finger sink into her slick, hot cunt. She discovered her clit waiting to be touched--to be turned on.
She dipped her fingertip into the hot dew at the bottom of her cunt slit and coated her turgid clit with the slippery fuck juice. Her rotating fingertip caused shivers of delight she couldn't resist.
She moaned again and delved with the fingers of her other hand into the waiting entrance of her heated cunt.
.
Two slim fingers buried themselves. She touched the hot, wet, rippled walls of her clinging pussy tunnel. She couldn't touch bottom. Her pussy was too deep. Not even Tom's long cock had ever quite touched her deepest place.
She was a big, tall, statuesque woman. She needed a big, tall, muscular man with a huge cock!
Monika whimpered and closed her eyes tighter against the wish... the lust... the need. She whispered: "Oh, God... " She began rubbing her clit feverishly, to distract herself from the yearning emptiness of her cunt.
The sparkling, hot pleasure came immediately. The intensity of the sensations frightened her. She tried to fight them.
But Monika began to pant softly as her loins filled with sweet, hot tension.
She drew her knees up. Her creamy thighs fell open.
Her other fingers remained deep in her cunt--delving, pushing, seeking, buried to the third knuckle. She panted faster, grimacing, gritting her teeth, whimpering, resisting and always losing her battle against pleasure.
Her belly sucked in and locked, then jumped convulsively. She gasped, held her breath, and gasped again.
She relaxed. Her legs straightened slowly. She lay with her hands limp on her wet cunt mound. She stared up at the ceiling.
It wasn't enough.
She needed a hot, stiff, long cock plunging into her guts. Like Tom's wonderful cock. Like Scott-- "No!" She scrambled from the bed as if it were an enemy. She stood shaking, breathing fast, blinking. She finally unclenched her fists and went to the closet for a thin nylon robe. The cool, slick material felt sinful on her naked skin. She cinched the sash tight and walked barefoot through the house again. The hardwood flooring under the wall-to-wall carpeting creaked here and there. It was a twenty-five-year-old ranch-style home.
She owned it free and clear. Thank God Tom had insisted on paying it off ahead of the mortgage schedule.
She drifted into the kitchen. She wasn't hungry... not for food. Her cunt was hungry for long hard hot cock. Her mouth hungered for the taste and feel of a throbbing cock, the silky roundness of a cockhead and the sudden gush of hot, salty cum!
"Stop thinking like that!" She buried her face in her hands. Why were these thoughts flooding her mind like this? Why couldn't she control herself?
She had to do something to quiet the furnace in her cunt. She watched herself open the refrigerator and pull open the crisper... take out the long, hard, green cucumber.
She refused to think about what something in her mind was planning to do.
She methodically washed the cucumber in hot water, warming it a bit. She dried it with a paper towel.
She wandered back to her bedroom, the cucumber dangling from her right hand. She climbed back onto the bed and leaned against the padded headboard. She slowly opened her hot, moist thighs.
She parted her nylon robe and looked vacantly at the far wall as her fingers eased into her pouting cunt slit. Her clit seemed to sizzle and throb with eagerness.
She chewed her lips and moaned as her right thumb began a slick rotation on her stiffened clit. Again, a quaking seized her belly and inside. She came, panting quietly.
But it wasn't enough. She was terribly conscious of the cool, hard, thick length of cucumber lying on the bed next to her right hip. Waiting.
She ground her teeth and flung her head from side to side. Her long, wavy, honey-blonde hair flared and whipped with the violent movements. Her long, plump tits waggled and swayed.
She whispered fiercely, "All right! I'll do it!"
She grasped the long cucumber and nosed it into her wet, pink pussy. She flinched slightly at its coolness. She ran her fingers along the length. There were bumps on it--and, Lord, was it thick! She kept her intense gaze on the wall.
Monika held the thickness at the middle and cupped the palm of her other hand over the end. She pulled.
She grunted as the rounded thick end of the dildo forced its way into the entrance to her cunt. Her insides seemed to clamp down on the foreign bulk as it invaded her body.
The coldness penetrated deeper and deeper into her cunt. She gasped and pulled and pulled. Her cuntmouth was stretched wide--a straining pink O around the dark green shaft.
She rested, with over half the cucumber inside her still-hungry cunt. Another few inches, and she'd be full--stuffed.
She used both hands to twist and corkscrew the cucumber ever deeper in her pussy. It felt strange--that movement inside her pussy-- and she liked it.
She closed her eyes and thought of a great, hulking brute of a man ravaging her, ramming his giant prick into her cunt, slobbering in the darkness of a dirty alley. She could see his face in a stray beam of moonlight. His mouth was twisted into a leering, lopsided grin.
Monika whimpered and wiped the vision from her mind. But her arm strained to push the green monster even deeper into her belly. It was nosing into her cunt, and her sensitive cunt tissues began to quiver at the strange new contact.
She finally let herself look down at her loins. She was astonished at the length of the fake cock remaining outside her pussy. Its size and bulk in her cunt felt incredibly satisfying. She felt terribly ashamed and depraved.
But it was appropriate, she thought, for her to descend to this level--this kind of perversion. It was awful to be doing this and more awful to like it! To be enjoying it!
Monika pulled the long, fat cucumber almost all the way out of her steamy cunt, then pulled it in again. Deep, so wonderfully deep! And slowly out again... and in...
She was surprised at how much effort it took to push and pull. Her hot cunt was tight, clinging, and was beginning to clamp even tighter on the long dildo when it was sunk all the way inside her fuck hole.
She knew fucking a man would be better--his hands would be squeezing her big tits, pinching her giant nipples, and his hungry mouth would feast on her eager mouth as he fucked her--fucked her--fucked her!
Monika realized she was moaning loudly. She continued to drill the cucumber into her hot, slippery cunt.
She worked harder, faster, because the glow was building--the hot, deep glow of a heavy orgasm. Each time she buried the cuke in her pussy guts, the heel of her palm smacked the sensitive pink nubbin that was her clit, and a sweet shock of pleasure zapped through her.
She panted with effort and lust and pleasure. It was going to be good! She writhed on the bed. Her nylon robe had worked loose, was wide open. Her swollen tits poked shamelessly. Her mouth hung open. Her vivid blue eyes lost focus.
Monika's knees were high and wide. Muscles rhythmically corded and relaxed in her arms and shoulders. Her chin was tucked against her breastbone. She was huddled into herself, working hard, totally oblivious to the room, the house, the world.
She was dimly conscious of her panting moans--and didn't care. The bubble was forming--the precious golden bubble of ecstasy that had to ripen and burst and spray her insides with the incredible rapture of a heavy, overwhelming climax.
She used the cucumber ruthlessly, fucking it deeper and harder. She sobbed as the bubble reached perfection in her glowing loins, as it hung, trembling, quivering on the verge of explosion.
She wanted to come! Now... oh, please now... now! Now! Yes! Oh, yes!"
She cried out--unwilling at heart to repress the shrill, triumphant scream, so powerful and shattering were the sensations that wracked her.
Frantic, sobbing, she continued impaling her spasming cunt. She was hunched, head down, glaring, belly convulsing, whimpering and grunting and panting--wringing every iota of pleasure from the receding tides of sensation.
Finally, she uncoiled, sighing, relaxing, becoming aware of her surrounding again and heard the squeal of a floorboard in the quiet house.
Monika froze. Her gaze instantly darted to the bedroom door. She'd left it more than halfway open!
Was someone in the hall? Could they have seen her?
She looked at the bedside clock radio. Two-thirty in the afternoon. Too early for either Scott or Larry to have gotten home from school.
She strained to hear. A sweet terror filled her, replacing the subsiding glow of ecstasy. Her mouth was dry as cotton.
An endless minute passed. Had she imagined it?
She eased the wet, dripping cucumber from her cunt. She closed her robe.
Heart thudding, she explored the house. Empty. She sighed and returned to the bedroom. She picked up the awful, slimy cucumber and took it into the kitchen. She fed it into the garbage disposal.
Monika felt better. The lust in her cunt had been quieted. She was in full possession of herself now.
As she turned to go back to her bedroom to get dressed, she noticed that the back door was slightly ajar. Not quite closed.
She slammed it shut and heard the lock click. But the terror was in her again... a sickening pool of fear in the pit of her stomach.
CHAPTER TWO
That night, Larry went out early, with a "Don't wait up for me, Mom. Got a heavy, heavy date."
Monika nodded and watched through the big front window as he got into his green sports car and buzzed out of the driveway. She reflected that Tom had certainly left them with no money worries; the timber property had sold for thousands of dollars an acre and the proceeds were socked away in Treasury bonds. The interest was enough to-- A small sound behind her caused her to twist around fearfully.
Scott had come up behind her. He grinned lopsidedly. "I guess we're stuck here alone together tonight, Mom."
"I--I guess so, dear." Her throat felt suddenly tight. She couldn't help noticing the tightness of his jeans in the crotch. His cock bulge was big and clearly defined.
Suddenly frightened, Monika retreated from him and almost ran into her room. She locked the door and undressed to take a hot, then cold shower.
Afterwards, her naked body dewy from the shower and plagued by hot flushes of lust, she stood before the big bedroom mirror and stared at herself with haunted eyes. She whispered: "What's happening to me?"
Scott knocked on her door and called: "Mom? You okay?"
"Yes."
He tried the door. "Hey, can I talk with you for a few minutes? I've got a problem."
She grabbed a dressing gown from her closet. "Just a second." She wrapped it around herself and went to the door. As she swung the door open, she realized--too late--the gown was sheer and was plastered to her moist naked skin. Her tits and nipples were starkly contoured. Her belly was covered by the wet second skin.
Scott looked boldly. "Hey, Mom, you've really got"a body!"
She flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. A dreadful heat bloomed in her cunt. Abruptly, her large nipples began to swell and crinkle and itch.
Monika managed to say: "What's the matter?"
"Well, it's hard to say to you." Scott came into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the king-sized bed. "But you and dad always said to come to you with any problem we had."
Monika was forced to agree. She was forced to sit beside him on the bed and try to be adult and rational and mature while trying not to look at his cock bulge. While trying not to be submerged in a rising tide of her own seething fuck lust.
"See, Mom, I've got this almost constant aching in my... in my balls. And I can't keep myself from being hard practically all the time!"
"Oh." She licked her lips and swallowed. She crossed her arms over her tits.
"I... I jerk off a lot, but it doesn't do any good. And just today, I noticed a red spot. Let me show you." He quickly unbuckled his wide, ornate Western belt.
A lightning bolt of dread slimed her guts. "Scott, you don't have to... " But he had his jeans unzipped and pushed them down in spite of her words. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Monika's blue eyes flared. Suddenly, she was staring down at his beautiful, white and pink cock. His prick was visibly hardening, growing, surging, throbbing. The mauve, strawberry-shaped head inched up his belly, then fell stiffly toward her, to his hip. She couldn't breathe. She watched the balls in his plump, white sac stir and noticed how smooth and strong and tanned his thighs were. He had only a few sparse blonde curls at the base of his cock.
Scott turned wide, guiltless blue eyes to her. "See?"
She couldn't speak. She felt a trembling--hot and sensuous--seize her insides. She heard Tom's voice in her mind, whispering, telling her to stroke Scott's cock... then suck it... then fuck it!
"See this red area? And my whole cock is so hot! I don't think that's natural. Touch it! Come on, Mom, put your hand on my cock and see how hot it is."
"Scott... " Her hand made a slight move toward him, then recoiled.
"Aw, come on, Mom! Don't be a prude!" He reached over, took her hand, and placed it on his cock.
Monika was breathing fast. She tried not to let anything more happen. But the heat of his long cock against her open palm was so tempting. She gave a small cry as her fingers closed on his hard, throbbing prickshaft. It was hot!
"It aches it gets so hard, too!"
His prick was like a thick white bone, it was so hard. And so full of hot blood, that jerked it as if it were alive, as she held it lightly.
Monika asked unsteadily: "How many times... do you... do you masturbate? Every day?"
"Make that every hour if I have a chance. I'm always horny. It gets to be a drag walking around with a hard-on all the time, especially in school. Sometimes it shows, and the girls notice."
"How could they not?"
His cock seemed to fit so nicely in her gentle grip.
He nodded. "Yeah. Well... what do I do about it?' She felt giddy. She wanted to let go of his cock, but somehow, couldn't. Holding his prick was so natural and exciting.
She stared down at his fucker, her lips slightly parted. Finally, she managed to say: "Scott... I think that red area is simply from skin irritation... from too much rubbing."
"Hell, I can't stop jerking off!" She blinked rapidly for a few seconds. "Then you'll have to change hands... use a different grip."
"There's sure a lot I don't know about sex. About a woman's body, for instance." He reached up and boldly closed his hand no one of her sloping, fat, pointed tits. "I sure didn't know women could have nipples as big as you have." His fingers stroked her swollen nipple through the wet pink material of her dressing gown.
Monika felt dizzy. Her hand tightened on his jerking, throbbing, rigid cock. "Scott, you shouldn't... " But she didn't push his hand away. She shivered and closed her eyes.
"I want to see you naked, Mom. It would help me. Maybe it would help you, too."
Her pink dressing gown wasn't fastened closed--just held together by her left hand. Her right hand was clasped around his big, hot cock.
Monika sat with growing horror as Scott gently pried her fingers loose from the gown and slowly eased it open, exposing her heavy, pointed tits, her belly, her loins, her thighs.
"Oh, Scott, no... no... "
"Why not?" He touched a naked, swollen nipple with a fingertip. "It's like sex education." Then his surprisingly warm hand claimed her fat tit. His fingers squeezed deep into her white, blue-veined flesh.
His other arm went around her and slid between her right arm and her body, fastening on her tit. His fingers and thumbs rubbed her nipples, causing them to swell and crinkle and itch even more.
Monika could not open her eyes. She couldn't acknowledge the reality. She kept her legs tight together, in mortal fear he'd see the oozing cunt juices wetting her crotch.
Scott fondled and caressed her tits for long minutes. She could hear him breathing faster. She sat frozen in simmering dread, waiting for his next move.
She felt his hot breath on the side of her left tit, and she inhaled sharply as his hot mouth took her big nipple. Her back arched reflexively, pushing her tit against his face.
Only later did she think she should have shrunk from his hungry lips.
Monika's breath rasped in her throat. She trembled as if from a severe fever. Her right hand tightened on his throbbing cock. She would not open her eyes!
Scott feasted on her big nipples--first one, then the other. He suckled as she guessed an infant might. She and Tom had agreed not to have children of their own.
Scott's suctioning, tonguing mouth was driving her wild! It was driving her wild with lust!
Intermingled with her lust was terror. This could lead to ever-greater liberties. She feared she wouldn't be able to resist.
His hand roamed her body... down... down over her nervous belly to her cunt mound. He was trying to push his hand between her clenched thighs.
"No, Scott, don't... don't touch me there!" she sobbed.
"I'm only trying to help you, Mom."
"No. No. No!"
But he persisted. "Come on, Mom. Let me see. A woman's different from a girl. Let me." He slid a finger through the thick amber curls of her pussy and found the top of her pink cunt.
She couldn't stop him. Her left hand was trapped between their bodies. Her other hand held his hard cock.
His finger probed lower and dipped in between her cunt lips.
Monika wailed as his fingertip grazed over her large, sensitized, sparkling clit. She jerked as if from a jolt of electricity. "Please, Scott! Oh, dear God, please don't!"
"Don't you like it, Mom?"
She couldn't answer. Not truthfully! A desperate plan formed in her mind. "I'll relieve you. I'll do that for you. Once. Just this once. But you've got to stop... touching me... there."
She had to consciously relax her grip on his long, white, powerfully throbbing cock. She began a slow, gentle stroking, moving the skin up and down, covering and uncovering his cockhead.
But Scott didn't stop touching her. His finger stabbed into her pussy, making her belly spasm, making her breathing come faster.
"Ummmm... feels good. Feel good for you, too? You're sure juicy," he said.
Monika hung her head. She breathed through her mouth. She pumped his cock faster, faster, desperate to make him come. But she felt a climax seething in her cunt, made acute and thrilling by the cunning touch of her bold stepson.
The bed squeaked from her quick hand movements. She tried to pump his prick even faster.
But Monika lost the race. The hot pleasure in her loins erupted and blossomed into golden, exploding sensations. She panted and cried out through gritted teeth. "Oh, no... no... " Her belly sucked and convulsed.
Through her climax, Monika kept on frantically jacking Scotty's cock. And even as her ecstasy began to fade, she could tell he was about to come.
Scott gripped her right tit with unconscious cruelty. He pressed his face into the soft flesh.
"I'm going off... " Monika opened her eyes. Her left arm worked free, and she hugged him close, holding his head tight against her tit. Her right hand flew up and down on his incredibly hard cock. She felt him tense. His naked belly washboarded.
Suddenly, she felt a strong pulse, a spasmodic jerk, and abruptly, a plume of white cum shot from the head of his cock into the air. It splattered on his white T-shirt. Then another big gob of white stuff came, and another!
Scott hissed with pleasure. His fingers pressed deeper into her soft tit flesh.
Monika was astonished at the power of his climax. She whipped her hand up and down his prick, flailing away to give him the most pleasure possible. The cum finally only drooled from the tiny piss slit of his scummed cockhead.
"That's enough!" He gritted the command.
She stopped. Her hand was dripping with cum. His shirt, belly, and loins were splattered with it.
"Wow. That was really something."
She stared at her hand. She let go of his cock. It flopped stiffly, not softening. Her pupils were dilated. She held her hand away from her. She was shaking visibly. "Leave me alone."
"Hey, don't you want to do it again? You got off, didn't you?"
"Leave me alone!" she turned her wild, terror-filled blue eyes to him. "Get out of here!"
"Hey, Mom, I--"
"I'm not your mother!" she screamed and flung herself into the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it. She stepped back from the door, staring at it, then slowly slipped to her knees on the cool ceramic tiles.
She wept. She had almost yielded a few seconds ago to an overpowering urge to let him fuck her.
Scott rapped on the bathroom door. "Mom? You okay? I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd flip out."
Monika stared at her slimy hand. She sighed. "I'm all right. I'm just... I'm just going to take a shower."
"I guess I'll take one, too."
She heard him close her bedroom door as he left. She stood up and looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror. Disheveled blonde hair, haunted, weepy blue eyes, quivering lips.
"I'm insane," she whispered. She raised her right hand and licked some of Scott's cum from it.
It tasted sweet and soapy--like Tom's cum had tasted. It would taste much better hot--hot from his spewing cock. Hot into her mouth!
"Nooooo... " and turned on hot water. She washed her hand frantically.
CHAPTER THREE
Monika couldn't get to sleep until nearly dawn. When she awakened, it was past noon. She felt groggy, bleary-minded.
She put on a flowered housecoat and padded out of her room, intending to start coffee.
As she was passing the boys' bathroom, the door opened and her oldest son, Larry, came out--nearly bumping into her.
He was stark naked!
In one startled, greedy look, Monika saw him: tall at six feet two inches, lean at about one-seventy, sinewy muscles.
Imprinted on her mind was the sight of his cock: bigger and thicker than Scott's. Even larger than Tom's!
"Uhh, sorry, Mom!" He grinned disarmingly and glided past her to the door of his room.
"The rule is at least underwear in the hall!" she said angrily.
Larry paused before entering his room, giving her a profile view of his long, wobbly cock as it hung out from his loins. It was a white magnet that drew her gaze.
"I thought you had gone out or something," he said.
"No. And don't just stand there flaunting yourself!" She felt enormous anger.
He opened his door. "You know what they say--if you've got it, flaunt it."
"Larry! Why aren't you in school?"
"It's Saturday, Mom. It's fun-in-the-sun time. You should try it." He grinned and entered his room and shut the door.
Rattled, Monika stood shaken, blinking, almost panting. She finally went on to the kitchen, unable to banish the image of his strong ass cheeks, lean thighs, and that big, long cock! His prick had to have been half-hard to stick out like that.
Did Larry have Scott's problem?
A strange chill shivered her spine and tingled in her cunt. She forced herself to concentrate on making coffee.
After her usual breakfast of peanut butter eaten with a spoon, raisins, a fresh peach, a multi-vitamin capsule, and two cups of black coffee, Monika put on a bright yellow play suit--tube-top and shorts--and went out into the fenced backyard with a movie magazine and tanning lotion.
She didn't get any reading done; the sun was too bright even with sunglasses, and the heat made her lethargic.
She was lying, toasting, shining with lotion, on the chaise lounge when she heard a man call: "Hi, Monika."
She looked around. It was her next-door neighbor, Joel Martin. He was divorced now, from Alicia. They'd had no children. Joel was about forty-five, chunky, balding, and according to Alicia, he was part hermit, part sex fiend, and mostly obsessed with his electronics job and electronics hobby. Nothing else mattered to him.
Monika waved.
Joel came around the hedge that separated their backyards. He wore tight-fitting striped swimming trunks that showed his cock, and an orange T-shirt with "Divorced--And Available Again!" printed on the front.
He squatted next to her chaise. "Want me to put lotion on your luscious body?"
Monika had to smile at his obvious line. It was flattering, in a way. "Where did Alicia move to?" she asked.
"An apartment over on Rampart Boulevard."
"Usually it's the man who leaves the house."
"Oh, no, not me! I've got too much equipment and too many projects going to move. That house is wired and outfitted to its teeth! I've got it automated and computerized. Come on over, and I'll show you. You won't believe some of the things I've done in there."
She considered it. She was bored and dreaded going back into her own house. Scott was in there waiting for her. She was afraid he had ideas again--more advanced than before. He wouldn't be satisfied with her bringing him off with her hand.
She was afraid her body wouldn't be satisfied with a finger on her clit.
Monika had listened to Alicia's complaints about Joel's fucking. "All he wants is to be sucked!" she had said. "And all he wants to do for me is go down on me! That way no children. He's deathly afraid of getting me pregnant. A child would disrupt his precious antisocial life and cost a lot of money that he wants to spend on all kinds of weird computer equipment! He's so selfish!"
Alicia had endured marriage with Joel for ten years.
Monika looked at Joel speculatively through her green-lensed sunglasses. Maybe he could satisfy her.
She glanced down at his outlined cock. It seemed small... but some cocks were very small when soft, and monsters when hard.
She hadn't sucked a cock for a year. Her mouth and tongue began to remember... to want that again. She took a deep, quivering breath. She smiled. "All right, Joel. I'll go look at your trick house."
He was surprised. "Yeah? Fine. Let's go."
It took over an hour for him to show off all the automatics, the devices, the timers, the weird talking machines he had created.
The house was virtually uninhabitable except by him. There were wires running everywhere--walls, ceilings, even floors. The stereo system was incredible. The automatic kitchen could make everything from coffee to a cake. The shower could be preset for temperature. The vacuum cleaner ran itself with radar and lasers and a strange, incomprehensible brain full of chips. The televisions and the VCR machines all responded to his voice commands.
But Monika noticed the sheets on his bed were dirty, and the blankets were on wrong.
She was lying on the king-sized bed waiting for him to make his moves. She sipped the premixed whiskey sour created by his automatic, voice command bartender machine and idly asked if he had any porno cassettes he could play.
Joel looked startled. "I don't like porno very much. I'd rather fuck than watch people fuck."
She sipped and nodded. "Me, too." She smiled at him and slowly licked her full lips.
His brown eyes widened. He moved in on her.
She barely had time to set her drink on a bedside table.
As his eager mouth descended on hers, Monika almost stopped him. She didn't want to do this! She had killed her husband! She didn't deserve any happiness, any pleasures! But this was preferable to what had happened with Scott and what might happen yet.
Joel's kiss was surprisingly sexy. He knew how to turn on a woman with his mouth and tongue. Monika yielded her tongue to his and slowly embraced him.
Shivers raced through her body. Her big nipples surged against the confining, elastic knit of her tube top. Her cunt tingled and came alive.
Within seconds, their kiss was wide-open; all tongue and soft lips, moans and restless bodies.
Joel's strong, stubby fingers came to her tits, burrowing under the yellow knit to clamp onto her fat tits and nipples.
She arched her back and fluttered her tongue in his mouth to encourage him. They were both sucking air noisily through flaring nostrils.
Joel broke the long, passionate kiss. He said huskily, "Let's get naked!" He pulled off his T-shirt with one swift movement and peeled down his tight swimming trunks.
Monika was as eager as he. She opened her yellow short-shorts and wriggled out of them. She kicked them off her long legs. They sailed across the room to land on a litter of electronics parts on the dresser.
Her cunt was already drooling hot, slippery fuck juices. There was a great, hungry void in her lower belly.
She saw Joel's hard cock--disappointingly small. His prick was short and stubby, like his body. The head was like a small purple cap. But his balls were large, hanging in a big hairy sac. She found herself hoping he would spurt a lot when she sucked him off.
He helped her pull her tube top up and off. Her fat, sloping tits and swollen nipples were moist with perspiration from the clinging material.
"I love to suck nipples... and yours are going to be great." He took one of her crinkled, nipples between his eager lips. He sucked it deep into his mouth.
Monika gasped as his tongue and teeth and lips began to work on her sensitive tit flesh. Shivers of pleasure made her hiss and moan. She stroked his balding head as if he were a cat. She urged his left hand to her other, aching tit.
She reached for his cock and played with the head with gentle, stroking fingertips. She watched a drop of clear pre-cum form at the tiny slit. She wiped it off onto her finger and licked the finger. She thought sucking his stubby little cock would be fun. She could take all of his prick and really do a job on it. He'd be shooting his guts out!
Joel slid his hot, wet mouth into the valley between her big, soft tits. He kissed there. He kissed her waiting, hot mouth again. He drew slightly away, his brown eyes heavy with lust. "You're something!"
She smiled. "So are you."
"There's something I have to tell you."
"I know. You're strictly oral. That's fine with me."
"Alicia told you, huh? Jesus!"
"Wives gossip just like husbands, Joel." She continued to gently play with his cock. His prick was jerking powerfully, as hard as it could get. But a part of her mind anticipated that in the seconds before he shot a load of cum into her eager mouth, his cock would be even more hard.
"She left me just because I wouldn't fuck her! Hell, I was working on that! It was going to be her birthday present."
"It was more than just fucking. Alicia really does want a baby before she gets too old to have one."
Joel made a face. "Yeah, well... I don't ever want to be a daddy. I'm not cut out for that crap."
"Then you're both better off." Monika urged him with her hand on his neck to suck her other nipple. "Suckle me some more. Then I'll do you."
"Deal!" He grinned and dove toward her other tit. Both hands molded the warm flesh to an even more perfect cone, and he opened his mouth wide to engulf her long, fat nipple, the surrounding red areola, and part of the white flesh of her tit.
Monika said shakily, "Ummm... you suck me like a famished baby. It makes me want... your hand... fingers... " His left hand obediently left her tit and delved into her simmering cunt. He found her pussy slick with cunt juice. He crudely pushed two fingers into her pink fuck hole. They went in easily.
Monika chewed her lower lip, closed her eyes, and let her hips make fuck movements against his jabbing fingers. He was clumsy, insensitive, and seemingly uninterested in her pleasure.
She wondered ii Alicia had refused his fingers. Maybe he was really good with his tongue. Alicia hadn't given any details about Joel's technique.
After a minute, Monika wanted more than just suckling and fingerfucking! She wanted a climax! Enough climaxes to satisfy her ever-growing needs. Enough pleasure to compensate for the lack of a good, deep fuck!
"Get on your back now, Joel. Let me get my mouth on your cock."
He rolled over. "You like to suck cock?"
She smiled and nodded. She moved into a kneeling position.
"Alicia didn't. So she wasn't any good at it."
Monika brushed her long, honey-blonde hair back. "I'm going to suck your balls dry and blow your mind." She was amazed at her words. She licked her lips suggestively. She held his throbbing cock gently with two fingers and a thumb. She slowly lowered her head. Her wet lips opened.
She licked his purple cockhead first, this way and that. Long, slithering strokes of her skilled tongue that made him gasp in wonder and excitement. "Shit! You really can suck!"
Monika chuckled and continued her lapping. His cock jumped in her light grip as her tongue-tip stroked over his sensitive nerve endings.
She liked to suck cock. She liked to feel a man's pleasure build, to know he was in gradually increasing pleasure-torment. But above all, she loved to feel a cock take on that special pre-climax hardness. It was an electric tension in the cock. And then would come that first giant spasm-Joel gasped, "Suck my cock! Don't just lick it! Suck, damn it!"
"All in good time," she whispered, smiling, liking his frustration. "This makes the sucking feel better. This helps make you come harder. Don't be impatient, Joel. I know exactly what I'm doing."
Monika saw his perplexed, angry face smooth with acceptance and anticipation. His head lowered to the pillow.
She shifted her attention to his big, hairy sac. She palmed it upward to her lush, open lips and gently sucked the balls into her mouth, warming them, lolling them this way and that with her tongue. At the same time, she tenderly fisted his short, stubby cock and slowly jacked him. She was rewarded with an awed moan from his gasping mouth. "Gawd... no woman ever did that before."
She felt in complete control. She liked to do sensual tricks for him, to show him what a skilled, sexy woman could do for him. She was showing off and realized it. It was just to boost her weak ego.
Monika knew that in the presence of her stepsons, she was a weak-willed, lust-addled tramp.
But now, with this poor excuse for a man--with Joel Martin--she was the teacher, the object of admiration and gratitude. She was important.
She remained crouched over him, her face pressed into the warm, open-thighed grotto of his crotch, her mouth full of his balls, idly shifting them with her tongue, feeling them move of their own accord.
She stroked his hard cock in ever slower movements of her gentle hand, not wanting him to come this way. She knew the enclosing, luxurious warmth of her mouth on his balls could bring on a surge of pleasure that would turn his cock into a volcano spewing hot cum. She wanted her mouth on his cock when that happened.
She decided it was time for the final stage of her cocksucking routine. She gave up his balls and lifted her head. "Did you like that?" She stopped stroking his cock.
"You better believe it. I was getting close."
"I wouldn't let you come that way, Joel. I want to... I want you to come in my mouth."
He goggled at her. "Shit! Alice never--uh, she always hated it when that happened."
"I don't. I love it."
Joel blinked for a few seconds and then said huskily: "Do it, then. Suck my cock."
His cock throbbed in her fist. Only his purple cockhead and an inch of shaft showed above her encircling forefinger and thumb.
Monika shifted position slightly. Her large tits wobbled against his lower thighs. Her big red nipples grazed his white skin, sending tiny ripples of itchy lust and pleasure through her flesh.
She swooped her mouth to his cock and engulfed the head. Her tongue swirled away the drop of pre-cum. Her lips tightened on his cockhead, and her tongue slithered cunningly over the super-sensitive underside.
Joel sucked air and muttered, "Oh, Gawd... "He jerked his cock upward, striving to get more into her devilish mouth.
Monika smiled around the small mouthful. She took her hand away and abruptly, lips clinging tightly to his prick, pressed downward to engulf his whole jerking cock.
He raised his head, gasping, wide-eyed, and hissed with amazement and pleasure. "Fantastic!"
She pressed down farther until her nose was buried in his crinkly brown cock hairs. Her lower lip curled open to let her tongue slide down and waggle against his ball sac.
She still had room at the back of her throat for another inch or two of cockmeat. She tightened the root of her tongue against the underside of his cock and pressed the length of his hot cock against the roof of her mouth.
Monika liked the way his belly worked against her forehead. He was close already! She had a whole string of tricks she wanted to try on him.
She raised her head slowly and began lavishing her twisting, darting, slithering tongue on his cock as she yielded throbbing inches.
She almost succeeded in the following minute in forgetting who he was and where she was. For precious seconds, Monika was in a sweet limbo. Nothing existed except the nice, hard, jerking cock in her mouth. She had no purpose in life but to make the prick spurt, to make its owner scream with ecstasy.
She began slowly bobbing her head, snaking her knowing tongue in swirling erotic patterns, using her inner cheeks, the curved roof of her mouth.
Her long, wavy hair danced in a curtain on his knotted belly, adding an extra dimension of ticklish sensations to the pleasures that were shaking him.
"Ohhh... here... I... go!" Joel gasped.
Monika groaned in expectation. She used a special tongue-flutter caress to drive him howling into orgasm. She gloried in the sudden spasm that jerked his cock. She had all of the super-hard cock buried in her mouth when the first gush of cum jetted into her throat.
She kept her mouth and tongue working as he panted and twisted and as his powerful hips thrust upward in quick jolts. His cock jetted more and more cum--thick, syrupy, salty stuff that forced her to swallow reflexively as it flowed and spurted into her throat. Her mouth and tongue were coated, sloppy, awash with his heavy jizz.
She didn't care that dribbles of the white goo leaked from the corners of her mouth as she kept on plunging her head, sliding his prick in her mouth.
He actually howled! His bellowings were music to her praise-starved, guilt-buried ego. She strove to make him so mind-blown he'd never forget her.
Then his hands brutally shoved her head away. "Oh! Christ! Christ!" He rolled over onto his stomach. "That's too much! Too fucking much!" He drew deep, hungry breaths.
Monika sat up, cum trickling thickly down her chin. She was sultry-eyed with lust and satisfaction. Her cunt simmered and sparkled with need, but she was content for a moment to gather Joel's cum in her mouth and swallow it as if it were marshmallow syrup. She wiped her chin with a finger and licked the finger clean.
Joel watched her, dull-eyed and amazed. "You really do go all the way when you suck cock."
"You're the first man I've gone down on for a year, since... " She closed her mind to Tom's name, to his face in her memory.
"Yeah. Well, I guess Tom's sure as hell sorry by now he's dead."
Monika said flatly, in a dead voice: "I don't believe in an afterlife. Don't mention him again, please."
"Oh, yeah, okay. I just said that. I don't know why I said it. I just wanted to compliment you. That was so wild."
Monika listened to his praise as she settled down beside him and waited for him to realize it was his turn to go down on her. Her pussy was drooling. Her insides were hot and hungry. Her clit was twitching. Her nipples were big, red and crinkled. Her tits were like heated melons.
"Want a drink? Sucking make you thirsty?" Joel asked.
"It makes me passionate. I need you to give me what I gave you."
"A little pussy licking, huh?" He grinned and flicked his tongue. "Guess you've got it coming to you." He chuckled and moved over between her legs. He arranged her thighs and smiled at the sight of her oozing cunt. "Did Alicia tell you I was a damned good tongue man?"
"Yes... but she wanted more than that."
"I was about to give her more than that, damn it! I'll show you what she missed later." He eased his bald head deep between her creamy thighs.
For a few seconds, his fingers played over the long pink scar that marred the perfection of her left thigh. A shard of windshield glass had sliced her there during the terrible seconds of the accident when Tom was killed.
Joel's hands slid upward to her hips, onto her soft belly, and upward to claim her smoldering tits.
Monika sighed as his short, strong fingers pressed into her flesh, popping her nipples outward even more. Then his mouth came to her puffy cuntlips. And suddenly, his tongue flicked into those hot, slippery lips to taste her flowing fuck juices.
She moaned and drew her knees higher and wider, lifting her cunt, parting the slit, giving his tongue greater access to her humid, sensitive fuck hole.
Joel made appreciative sounds as he licked deeper into her pink cunt groove. His tongue stroked over her expectant clit and the sparkle of pleasure brought a gasp from her open mouth.
His fingers tightened on her fat tits, digging in, squeezing, then changing tactics to pink her swollen, tingling nipples.
Monika squirmed and arched her back. Jolts of pleasure lanced from her nipples to her cunt. "Lick me! Faster... harder!" she panted.
Joel complied. His tongue-tip danced over the pink pea that was her clit. It rolled the super-sensitive little organ and flicked it furiously.
She felt herself coming. The pleasure was like a lightning bolt. Her belly sucked and ridged and quaked as her muscles contracted and spasmed. She gasped hoarsely and jerked her hips in savage reaction to the surge of exquisite sensations.
Then, for a moment, she went limp, panting, wanting more.
Joel lifted his head. "That was a quick one."
"I want more."
"Coming right up" He lowered his head into her heated cunt. His mouth quickly fastened leech-like to her wet cunt. His tongue darted inward to delve among the sensitive tissues there.
Monika's eyes closed. Her inner thighs jerked and twitched. His tongue was driving her to an even greater need. She wanted to be fucked, to have a big, fat, long cock now! To feel it come into her cunt, to feel it sliding deep, filling her pussy.
She chewed her lower lip and tossed her head from side to side. Her lovely face took on an expression of intense longing. "Do my clit... " she moaned.
His devilish tongue slid upward in her slippery pussy and found her clit again. He fluttered his tongue-tip as before, torturing the tiny organ. His fingers rolled her nipples cruelly. Flames of lust filled her big, soft tits and lanced again to her cunt. The climax that followed drove her to a whimpering, thrashing frenzy. But it was over in a few seconds, leaving her with that terrible lust for a deep, wild fuck that this man could not give her.
Monika lay sprawled, panting, her hands gripping the rumpled bedding, her legs awry, her muscles quivering.
Joel lifted his head, grinning proudly. "Bingo again."
"Oh, yes. I could come like that all day and it wouldn't... " - His grin faded. "Yeah, I know. I've heard that song a hundred times from Alicia. What's so great about having a prick sliding in your cunt?"
"I can't explain it." In spite of herself, Monika thought of Tom, of fucking him, of holding him as he fucked her so deep and powerfully. He had been a master.
Joel grunted with disgust and climbed off the bed. "You want a royal fuck, I'll give you a royal fuck. I was going to try it on Alicia, but she moved out before I had it ready, so you're the lucky woman."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just lay there for a minute." He pulled out a dresser drawer that seemed full of electronic jumble, and lifted out a weird device on a padded board. The most prominent feature was what looked like a very large molded plastic dildo set into an accordion-like base. There were two wires emerging from the base: one led to a push-button control pod like the pod for altering the TV picture from a video cassette player/recorder, and the other was a power cord.
Joel proudly climbed onto the bed with the device. He set it on Monika's belly. "Here's my Royal Fucker. Patent Pending." He laughed. "Here is the royal prodder--eight inches of majestic prick--and here is the foam saddle upon which you set your ass. Let me plug the RF in." He inserted the plug into the power receptacle in the headboard, "Three prongs, note, for proper grounding. Be assured I used all the care and procedures to insulate everything. No shocks possible. At least electrical shocks."
Monika stared at the rubber cock. Her belly tensed, and the padded board wobbled. The long, fat pink cock wobbled. It was a very realistic cock, obviously from a mold taken from a real cock. She said, her throat tight: "You're crazy." She couldn't take her gaze from the thing.
Joel handed her the control pod. "Observe the options. That slide button for speed. That one for depth of thrust. This one for on-off."
Monika's mouth was suddenly dry. There was a knot in her throat. She began to breathe faster.
The fuck machine rose and fell on her belly.
"Turn it one. See how it works." His eyes glittered with pride and maliciousness.
She hesitated. The control pod rested in her right palm. "You're sick." But she closed her fingers around the cool oval plastic pod and pressed the on button.
The padded board began to hum softly on her belly. The quiet vibration tickled her skin.
She swallowed hard past the lump in her throat and slid the speed control from zero to the first clickstop. The big plastic cock slid forward in the air, weaving slightly, heavily, then retreated. The thrust was only about two inches.
Monika watched it move for long seconds. The pink plastic cockhead even had a small slit in it, as if it could shoot cum.
Her left cheek twitched. She watched the slow-moving cock as if hypnotized. Her red nipples began to surge and crinkle.
She licked her full, sensuous lips. She slid the thrust control three clickstops, and her eyes widened as the artificial cock came toward her face in a long, smooth thrust.
"Each click is an inch more," Joel said. "What's your click rating, Monika?"
She didn't answer. A hot flower of lust was blooming in her cunt! She blinked rapidly and licked her lips again. She moved her thumb on the pod and clicked forward the speed control.
The plastic cock rammed forward--fast! The rate was about three thrusts per second.
Joel shifted on the bed and put his hands on her pointed tits. His fingers sank into her soft white tit flesh. Her swollen nipples dug into his palms. "Try it!" he whispered. "Try it once."
Monika clicked the controls to zero and turned the machine off. It sat silent on her belly. She wanted to do it! She wanted to feel the big cock plunging into her cunt, deep! Every inch... fast! Deep! Fast!
She closed her eyes tight. She swallowed painfully. She was scared. This fiendish device was tempting her--revealing her to herself and to Joel! But she did want to fuck it! Her steamy cunt wanted it!
"I'll... I'll try it if you leave me alone. Leave the room."
Amazingly, Joel agreed. He grinned evilly and got off the bed. "Happy fucking, Monika." He padded barefoot, naked, from the bedroom and closed the door. Now she was alone with her need. She couldn't resist.
She lifted her legs and slide the padded board under them till the leading edge nudged her ass and the swaying cock was a few inches from her juicy, oozing cuntlips.
She lifted her hips and eased forward. She began to shiver when the cockhead touched her crotch. She sat up, held the cool, fat plastic cock in her right hand and moved forward on the padded board while inserting the cock in her hot cunt. Her legs dangled over the foot of the bed.
The padding was formed to hold a woman's ass, like a saddle. And there she sat with two inches of realistic plastic prick in her simmering cunt.
She didn't see the wall-mounted TV camera come to life. It was aimed at the bed.
Monika picked up the control pod with a trembling hand. She turned the fuck machine on. A soft hum transmitted from the machine to the humid flesh of her cunt and belly.
She licked her lips and clicked the thrust control button forward. The cock surged slowly up into her hungry cunt. In... in! And then a slow retreat.
It had just barely touched the super-sensitive area at the end of her clinging, soft-ridged fuck tunnel. A deep quiver shook her insides. The cock was sweeping forward again.
Greedily, she clicked for more inches, more speed.
She hunched forward, sitting in that strange saddle, as the fuck machine powered the fat, long plastic cock into her cunt.
She gasped at the depth. All of the eight inches were sliding into her pussy. There was no stopping the thrust. Arcs of sharp pleasure-pain sizzled through her taut, shocked body. Her nipples inexplicably tightened and hardened even more, adding a thrilling itchy overlay to the sensations.
Monika's thumb pressed the depth-control button, but didn't move it back. She shuddered as the plunging cock penetrated her cunt again to the absolute limit.
She gasped continually as the machine fucked her cunt. She hunched forward even more. Her sloping, pointed tits hung down, and grazed her twitching, naked thighs. She stared, mesmerized, at the plunging cock, at the expanding and contracting accordion-like base that housed the driving mechanism. Her belly spasmed to the fast pace.
She began to whimper and moan as pleasure overcame the pain from the excessively deep fuck thrusts. Her belly glowed with sweet tensions. She was going to come!
Without conscious bidding, her thumb clicked the speed control forward. The long thrusts came faster! The cock buried itself in her cunt--full eight-inch plunges!
Monika rocked and swayed, sobbing, clawing the edge of the bed. The control pod slipped from her right hand. She quivered and spasmed in orgasm. Her belly clenched and bloated. Her long, wavy hair hung in a shimmering, dancing curtain, shrouding the machine and her wide, trembling thighs.
Monika's belly hummed and seethed with pleasure. She drew ragged, sobbing breaths. The shame of using this cunning, tireless machine was burned from her chaotic mind. It was good! So damned good!
She quivered helplessly. Fervent grunts of agonized pleasure were forced from her grimacing mouth. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Oh, God!"
The big cock continued relentlessly, fucking her, thrusting far into her pussy. Her insides were like molten lava. Her womb seemed a bubble of weird, shining sensations she'd never fully experienced before.
Her face and neck and upper tits were flushed pink. Her eyes opened. She tossed her head and flicked the curtain of blonde hair away. She had heard a sound.
She looked around and saw Joel re-enter the bedroom. He was grinning lewdly. He said something, but she couldn't hear clearly. Her guts were hot coils of sparkling pleasure now. Her entire body was involved.
The fuck machine hummed and worked, sinking the big cock in and in and in--pulling it almost all the way out--pressing it in... iN... IN! And fast! So wonderfully fast!
Trembling, shuddering with inner spasms, hot-eyed, gasping, Monika watched Joel approach. He was still naked. He had a hard-on again.
She finally understood what he wanted. He poked his cock at her mouth.
She wanted to suck his cock while this hellish machine was giving her the fuck of her life! She sat in the padded saddle that was slippery with her nervous sweat and the juices drooling from her engorged cunt, and she leaned forward, panting. She took his offered cock into her voracious mouth.
She barely heard him talking to her. Her awareness was in her clenching, furnace-like cunt, and in her mouthful of his stubby, rigid cock.
"Makes you hot as hell, huh? How many times've you come so far? I've been watching you on my TV monitor. Wow, you suck like a pro. Getting fucked while you suck make you more eager?"
She couldn't answer with her suctioning mouth full. Her lips were pressed to his thatch of crotch hair, and her tongue slithered along the sensitive underside of his cock.
A rippling series of climaxes quaked in her belly. Her cunt fluttered on the merciless, fast thrusting of the tireless fuck machine.
Monika moaned around his thick cock. Her arms snaked around his hips, and she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks. She sucked furiously, tongue-lashing his cock, twisting, turning her head.
Joel whined and grabbed her head. His strong fingers dug into her scalp. "You bitch! Ahhh! You bitch!" He came.
Spurts of thin, watery cum shot into her throat, gagging her, forcing her to swallow convulsively. She accommodated this action, and kept her full lips in a wet clinging ring on his pulsing cock. Her tongue lashed in his stringy jizz, driving him to bellow with evermore keen sensations. His loins jerked powerfully against her face. His hands and arms pulled her head savagely tight to his belly.
Finally, unable to endure the knife-edge pleasures, he pulled his cock from her greedy, possessive mouth. Suddenly, he was haggard, emptied, dead-eyed.
Joel staggered back and found a clothes-strewn chair. He sat heavily, loose-limbed. "Shiiiit." He watched Monika lick her lips with a pink, cum-flecked tongue, then swallow her mouthful.
Her eyes were hot blue pits. She sat hunched over, her face and body twitching, her tits swaying in naked arcs from the twitches and tics of her jerking muscles. Her naked white thighs spasmed against the bulky, padded machine between them, and her belly rippled and knotted and flexed as the machine continued its blind, savage thrusts. Her splayed red cuntlips were bubbly with fuck juices.
The seat of the padded saddle in which she sat was sticky and wet from her cunt cream. As she rocked slightly to and fro, there were sucking wet sounds from the continuous thrusts of the long, fat cock into her wild cunt.
Monika was in a frantic, simmering cauldron of pleasure. She was trapped, unable to free herself from this endless, mind-blowing fuck. Her body was too greedy! It was like an addictive drug.
She gasped, "Turn it off! Please!"
Joel smiled. "Turn it off yourself." He saw that the control pod had slipped off the bed to the floor.
"I... can't." Monika begged him with lust-tortured eyes.
"Then just stand up."
"I... can't!" Tears glistened in her eyes. "Please, Joel!" She lowered her head and panted like a winded animal as another strong climax wracked her. "Oooooo, please! Turn... it... off!"
He shrugged. He picked up the control pod and clicked the control buttons to zero, switching off the power.
The big plastic cock stopped moving halfway into its thrust.
Monika sat, breathing heavily, still quivering in afterglow. Her head, arms, and tits all hung loosely. She whispered: "You're a monster."
Joel bristled. "What do you mean?" She sighed and lifted her head. Her blue eyes, hot mouth, her expression showed intense self-loathing. "Me. I'm the monster."
She lurched to her feet. The plastic cock left her cunt with a slurpy sucking sound. The fuck machine was lifted an inch off the bed, then dropped free of her sticky ass cheeks.
Joel grinned, contemptuous. "Couldn't handle it, huh? Too much fucking for you?"
She began putting on her yellow play suit. Her hands shook. She tried to ignore Joel.
"Drop in again," he said. "I'll let you use the Royal Fucker any time you want. I'll even get a bigger cock for it if you want."
Monika staggered as if the words were bullets. "No... no... no!" She ran from his bedroom and leaned weakly against the kitchen doorframe.
Joel ambled after her, still naked. "Why not? I'll get one the size of that cucumber you used the other day."
She froze. The creak of floorboards! It had been him! "You bastard! Coming into my house and spying on me!"
"I came in to invite you over to see my setup here. Then I heard you in the bedroom and sneaked down the hall to see what was going on." He snickered. "Did I get an eyeful."
Monika felt herself flushing. Prickles of heat glowed in her face and neck. She turned away. She screamed: "Don't ever speak to me again! I don't ever want to see you again!" She ran for the side door.
CHAPTER FOUR
The nightmare was horrifying. Monika twisted and turned in bed early Sunday morning, oppressed by the awful visions in her sleeping mind.
She was with Tom. His face was slashed from the sharded window, his head misshapen from the crushing whip-lash blow to the doorpost, his arm shattered. But he was alive! He was naked with her in bed, and his bloody hands were caressing her tits, leaving red smears on her white flesh.
He whispered in a blood-bubbly voice: "I'm going to fuck you, darling. I'll take care of your needs."
She looked and saw that his loins had been replaced by a fuck machine like Joel's. The big cock was dripping blood. It surged forward-- She screamed and thrashed awake.
"Mom? Hey, what's the matter?" Scott was just inside her bedroom door. He wore only pajama bottoms.
"What are you doing in here?" Monika asked wildly.
"I heard you moaning and screaming." He came forward. His cock was at least half-hard--it poked blatantly out against the thin cotton pajama bottoms.
Her gaze locked on the bulge, then jerked away. "It was only a dream." She realized her night gown was mussed. Her left tit was almost completely exposed. The nipple was an angry red, already swelling visibly, crinkling, tingling, betraying her.
Monika turned away and adjusted her garment. "What time is it?" The sun was up. It was Sunday morning.
Scott came closer. "It's about seven-thirty." He sidled around the corner of the king-sized bed. "I guess we're all alone in the house for awhile. Larry took off at five to go fishing with Max and Johnny Randall."
She watched Scott fearfully with wide blue eyes. Her cunt hadn't had enough of fucking the day before. Now it was getting itchy and hot, making her know its hunger for penetration.
Scott climbed up on the bed beside her. His fly gaped, showing her his stiff, long white cock. He smiled lopsidedly--like his father, like Tom! He reached out to touch her tit. "I sure enjoyed what we did--" Monika shrank from his touch. "No... " But her quavering voice betrayed her. Her nervous hands twitching in her lap betrayed her. Her constant darting glances at his gaping pajamas betrayed her.
Scott knew she could be dominated, pressured to do what he wanted. He knew she wanted it, too.
He shifted so that he was lying on his side. He reached out and closed his strong hand on her nearest wrist. He pulled her toward him, toppling her onto her side next to him.
Monika wailed and let it happen. She stared at her stepson, tears welling in her eyes her body shivering with fear and lust.
He smiled. He pressed her hand into his pajamas. "Let's do what we did Friday night."
Monika felt the throbbing of his big cock against her fingers. She whispered desperately, trying to limit the action, "All right, dear. I'll... I'll relieve you, and then we'll have breakfast." She couldn't say any more. His warm hand was sliding the silken straps off her shoulders.
Her breath came fast and shallow. She watched, hypnotized, as he exposed her to the waist.
She inhaled sharply and moaned in surrender as he fondled a tit and guided the red, thimble-sized nipple to his eager mouth.
Her left hand closed on his big, hot cock. She yielded to her seething needs. Her guilt wasn't fading; she was still horrified at having sexual contacts with her teenaged stepson. But these forces seemed powerless.
She trembled with weird cross-currents of emotion. A terrible feeling of dread suffused her body and mind.
She jerked as Scott's teeth scraped her sensitive nipple. She stroked his long, wavy blond hair. "Don't bite, dear." She caressed his cock. Her fingertips danced on and around his prickhead.
Scott was sucking on her nipple so nicely, now. Just like a hungry infant. Her tits were glowing, swelling subtly.
She swallowed and began breathing through her mouth. She licked her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed. Swirling images came to her mind--sucking his beautiful young cock... watching him mount her and spear his sweet cock into her waiting cunt.
Her hand began pumping his cock, sweeping up and down, brushing his cockhead against the cloth of his pajamas. Her hand and wrist were within his pajama bottoms, tenting the front side with her swift hand movements.
They lay close together, breathing fast. And then Scott slid his mouth from her fat, wet nipple and said: "Mom... suck my cock."
"Oh... no... I can't." But she wanted to!
"I want more than just a handjob."
"Oh, Scott. Please don't." Monika took her hand from his cock. She rose up over him and crouched, dangling her heavy, pointed tits over his face. "You can have my tits."
He smiled as she remembered Tom smiling in a similar situation. A pang of sadness and a surge of lust shivered through her.
Scott took a fat tit in both hands. She lowered herself and fed him the turgid red nipple. His mouth and teeth and tongue worked with greedy ferocity. She shivered and repressed the moans of pleasure that welled in her throat.
Finally, she gasped. Her hips began slow undulating movements. Her cunt oozed fuck juices. Her inner thighs were smeared with slick pussy cream. She yearned to feel a big cock.
Scott switched to the other hanging, swaying tit. He sucked the big, tingling nipple deep into his mouth.
Monika sighed and shivered. She peered under her body, watching him suckle. "That's so nice." She saw his cock had found the gaping fly in his pajamas and was poking out-- white and long and hard, jerking with the strong pounding of his heart.
Scott's hands left her tits. He continued to nurse at her swollen, crinkled nipple.
Monika trembled as his hands worked at pushing her pink, shortie sleeping gown up onto her ass, bunching it at her waist. His hands roamed her naked flesh, over her full, smooth ass cheeks, down the rounded backs of her soft white thighs. "Scott, please don't." He ignored her. His hands traveled up onto her ass again. His fingers delved into her asscrack, tickling her tight, puckered asshole. Then his right hand slipped under her hip to her belly.
Monika swayed and trembled. His fingers were sliding over her drooling cunt, discovering the juicy heat between her cuntlips.
She shook uncontrollably as he invaded her cunt and found the throbbing pink clit. She sobbed openly. Her hips worked her cunt against his hand. She breathed fast and deep, wobbling her warm, itchy tits against his face. A swift peak of ecstasy caused her to whimper and sob brokenly. Her hips made blind fuck moves against his hand and busy fingers.
Scott relinquished her nipple. "You're really worked up, aren't you?"
Monika crouched over the boy, quivering, panting, undulating against his hand. "I can't help it!"
"Why should you? Let it happen. Don't keep yourself bottled up any more."
"Scott! We shouldn't be doing this!"
"Sure we should. You need this." He eased two fingers into her cunt--deep. He began fingerfucking her, meeting the hungry thrusts of her hips. His thumb found her spasming clit and skated over it.
"Ohhhhhh!" She came again, shamelessly, waggling her hips like a bitch in heat, panting hoarsely, bowing her head down.
But it wasn't enough. Her guts wanted the pounding of a long, stiff cock in her cunt.
"No! No!" Monika whispered. She had to relieve Scott and send him out of her bedroom!
She settled quickly on her side next to him. He was lying on his back. His lovely cock rose like a white and pink tower from the gap in his pajama bottoms.
She pushed his insistent hand from between her spasming thighs. "Let me do you now."
"Mom, I want something special. Suck my cock."
Her face was tortured. "I can't! Oh, Scott, don't make me do that!"
"I'll go down on you. No sweat. I mean, I dig eating pussy."
She knew he would! He probably had done everything with his teenaged girl friends. She remembered the video cassette that had been mailed to her. Kids nowadays did it all-- sooner and more often.
But she couldn't suck his cock. Not yet. She grabbed his cock and began swiftly, smoothly jacking him off.
Scott made a face. "I want more! So do you. You know you do. This is kid stuff. Stop!"
Desperate to quiet him, desperate to keep from giving in to his desires and her own, Monika kissed him on the mouth.
The kiss was a shock to them both. The contact was electric. His mouth was sweet and strong, masculine and yielding. Her mind reeled. The sensuous impact sent jolts of seething lust arcing through her hot body.
She moaned and could not end the kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, and she shuddered. A new, intense, passionate urgency compelled them to press together. Her hand slipped off his throbbing cock. She caressed his naked shoulder, his chest, his head. She was falling into the kiss, losing all control.
They both were moaning, fighting for more air with flaring nostrils, wanting never to end the hot, soul kiss.
Monika found herself moving onto her back, found Scott moving on top of her, wedging her thighs open.
She didn't try to guide his cock into her cunt. She couldn't cooperate. She wanted to fuck him, but another part of her cringed from the act.
She moaned and trembled when she felt his big, strong cock poking at her pussy. She moved her fluttering hands along his smooth, lean back, down under the elastic waistband of his pajamas, onto his hard, narrow, tensed asscheeks.
His cock was in her suddenly! His cockhead was in her pussy, poking deeper into her welcoming cunt. He thrust deep!
She jerked as if stabbed. Her head arched back, her throat worked, and she wailed with joy.
"Oh, wow! Oh, wow!" Scott gasped. He began fucking her hard and fast. Deep, solid smacking plunges that sent pulses of pleasure through them both.
Monika's shame and guilt and resistance dissolved in the fiery pleasures. Her fingers dug into his flexing ass, urging him to continue, urging harder, faster fuck thrusts.
His eyes were closed tight against the Sunday morning light, against the sight of what she was doing. Her hips bumped upward to meet his loins, seeking the hot, shattering impact that made her hard clit explode with sensation. She panted and gasped and gloried in the cunt-filling size of his cock. She yielded more and more of herself to what was happening. Year-long barriers were melting away.
Monika's breath caught as her intense pleasure reached the point of no return. She clutched Scott convulsively. Her cunt contracted around his big cock. A storm of ecstasy shook her, made her scream.
Her hip thrusts became savagely greedy, furious with need. Her inhibitions--already in tatters--shredded from her mind and left her blindly seeking the boy's eager mouth in a fervent, breathless tongue-kiss that triggered his climax and rewarded her with the incredible feeling of his cock jetting pulse after pulse of cum in her spasming cunt.
Scott grunted in high-pitched boyish rapture. His fuck thrusts lost coordination. He gritted his teeth as if in pain. He relaxed. He lay on her soft tits and belly, in the warm, slippery cradle of her open thighs, and smiled. "That was fantastic."
Heavy-lidded, heavy-limbed, not wanting to think, Monika nodded and held him in her arms, savoring the diminishing pleasures that eddied in her cunt and belly and tits.
She had just crossed into a forbidden land. She didn't care.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Wednesday. It had been three days since that wild, mind-blowing fuck with Scott. Monika had insisted he leave her bedroom a few minutes afterward.
But she had expected him to be after her the next day.
Yet he hadn't approached her, hadn't said a thing. He acted as if nothing had happened!
Monika was both relieved and confused. What was going on?
She was lying in bed Wednesday night, after midnight, trying to read a new occult horror paperback, when her oldest son, Larry, opened her door and poked his head in. "I saw your light was still on. Do you mind if we talk?"
Monika blinked rapidly, suddenly nervous. Her guts curdled with apprehension. She became conscious of her low-cut nightie. She drew the sheet up over her tits. "Come in. Something wrong?"
He entered. He wore a paisley bathrobe. He was a tall young man, a few inches over six feet, lean as a panther from basketball and track. His hair was dark blond compared to Scott's, and his eyes were a darker blue.
Larry had inherited the same narrow face and big ears from his father. He squinted his eyes the way Tom used to as he approached the bed.
Monika's heart lurched. "What's the matter?"
Larry stood beside her bed, hands on narrow hips, scowling down at her. "Scott told me what happened last Sunday morning."
Monika felt a chill of guilt and dread clamp onto her heart. She couldn't meet his eyes. She , hung her head. What could she say?
"Frankly, I'm disappointed and angry. I know you've been without a man for a year. Scott and I both knew you were in a kind of guilt trip... some kind of masochistic cocoon."
She broke. She sobbed. "I couldn't--I couldn't help myself!"
"We know that. But I'm personally disturbed that if you needed a man you didn't come to me first."
"What?" Monika lifted her head. Her blue eyes widened.
Larry opened his robe. He was naked. He had nearly a full hard-on. His cock was longer and thicker than Scott's. Longer and thicker than Tom's had been.
Monika pressed her fists to her mouth. She couldn't look away from his huge, gorgeous cock. The shaft was so cleanly white and pink, the skin beautifully curled down from the plum-like cockhead, the shape so sleek. His sac was as white as his cock, hanging full and hairless between his lean, smooth thighs.
Larry dropped the robe off his shoulders to the floor. "I'm going to give you what you want, Monika. And you're going to give me what I want."
"N-nooo. Larry, you can't--"
"Yes, I can. I'm going to stick my big fat cock into that luscious-looking mouth of yours, and you're going to suck it till I tell you to stop. And I'm going to stick my big, fat cock into your pussy and fuck you as long and as often as I want. And I'm going to stick my tongue into your pussy and lick your clit until you come and come and come. And I'll leave your bed when I want to." He crossed his arms on his muscular chest. "Now throw those covers down, and get out of that nightie."
Monika gaped at him. His nakedness overpowered her. She wanted to scream, but his eyes transfixed her. She began to shake. Her hands left her mouth and took hold of the sheet and single blanket and bedspread.
With a convulsive fling, she threw the covers away to the foot of the bed. She couldn't tear her gaze from his. Like a zombie, she rose up to her knees and pulled the pink nightie over her head and dropped it to the floor.
She was naked. Larry was looking at her big pointed tits. She could almost feel his gaze tracking down over her soft, fleshy belly to her buttery thighs, to the gorge of her crotch and the V of tight blonde fuzz that masked her pink-lipped cunt.
A hot itchy desire awakened in the depths of her cunt, and she felt the first sticky oozings from her pussy onto her tightly closed thighs. Her large nipples turned a deeper red as they grew and hardened.
She chewed her full lower lip and helplessly dropped her hands, palms up, into her lap. She waited. Her mind was disconnecting, fragmenting. This wasn't happening! This was another woman with another man.
The young man smiled and got on the bed. He pushed her down onto her back. She yielded, accepting, willing. His voice came echoing, reverberating in her mind: "I'm going to fuck you in the mouth first."
She accommodated him as he wedged a pillow under her head. He patiently brushed strands of her long blonde hair from the left corner of her sexy mouth.
He swung over her, his knees straddling her chest, his thighs brushing the heavy sideways bulgings of her tits. And there was his huge, beautiful cock swaying and wobbling, his big cockhead moist from a smeared drop of pre-cum.
"Open wide, Mother."
She'd raised the boys, but she wasn't their mother! Yet they had come to accept her as their mother, and she had accepted the role. In a very real sense, this was her son looming over her.
Monika tried to scream, tried to twist her head away. But with an abruptness and ruthlessness she had never experienced before, Larry plunged his fat, long cock into her open mouth.
The scream was muffled and strangled as his cock sank instantly to her throat, filling her mouth, straining her jaw, making her gag momentarily. With her mouth impaled by the huge, thick cock, she couldn't move her head. She thrashed under his weight, in the vise of his strong thighs. She tried to push him off, but he captured her flailing arms and pinned them to the bed. The struggle was over seconds after it began. "Suck my cock, damn it!" He scowled down at her. "You know you want to. I know you love to suck big cock. I watched you go to town on dad's big cock a couple of times when you thought you were all alone in the house." He smiled lopsidedly, wrenching her heart with his similarity to Tom. He moved his cock in her mouth. "Go on... suck!" His dark gaze sank into her soul, impelling her to do as he commanded.
Tears welled in her eyes and slid toward her ears. She shuddered in surrender. Her mouth came alive with movement--subtle pressures, slow tongue sliding, gentle sucking. She closed her eyes and pressed the remaining tears down her face.
"I know you would." Larry released her hands.
She slid her hands over his naked hips to trail her fingertips over the velvety skin of his hard-muscled ass, up onto his back and over his taut, rippling muscles.
Larry began long, slow plunges of his cock in her clinging, mouth. His eyes flickered. His lips skinned away from his teeth in a pleasure-laden grin. "God! No wonder dad liked to fuck you this way!"
Monika lived memories behind her closed eyes--memories of sucking Tom's cock like this. Tom had liked this mouth-fuck position best of all. And she had liked it, too. Something in this posture satisfied a need in her basic character.
She was free now to move her head slightly, to use her tongue cunningly, as Larry's long, fat cock moved between her straining lips and deep into her mouth. She was getting into a passionate mood, could feel the sweet lust for her sucking that she hadn't known since Tom was killed. Larry was right; she loved to suck a big cock! She loved the overpowering presence of a man over her, the knowledge that he was in control, not her. She wanted to suck Larry's prick all the way, now. Her chest heaved with her sudden lust. .
Her lips and mouth and tongue worked as if she were sucking juice and pulp from an orange. She slid her hands into his crotch and cupped his large, plum ball sac with gentle palms and fingers. She tenderly massaged his fat balls. She thought he would have a lot of cum to shoot into her willing mouth.
The thought excited her and made her suck even more enthusiastically. She moaned softly around his thrusting cock.
Larry was getting close to coming. He gasped: "You're great... what a great cocksucker!"
Monika detected the first tremblings in his lean thighs where they pressed against the soft sideswells of her tits. She felt his cock harden even more and become vibrant with increased blood pressure.
And Larry was losing control! That was what she wanted! His fuck thrusts into her mouth were swiftly becoming erratic, faster, more powerful. His cockhead butted against the back of her throat, triggering reflexive spasms that in turn made his climactic surge of pleasure more intense.
Her head rocked against the pillow. He was trying to bury his giant cock in her mouth and throat. His strong loins jerked forward, plunging his prick in to the limit of her mouth and throat. Her palate spasmed around his silky cockhead, and her hot, greedy lips leeched forward toward the base of his huge cock.
"Ohhh, shit!" Larry gasped. His head jerked up, and he grimaced in the incredible ecstasy of a supreme climax.
Monika gloried in his pleasure. Her intense blue eyes opened, and she watched his agonized face as his huge cock jerked powerfully during its strong thrust to her throat. A jet of thick cum splashed into her throat, causing more spasms as she tried to swallow.
Larry went crazy and fucked her mouth ruthlessly. His giant cock spewed cum like a fountain. He grunted and sobbed.
Monika's head bounced on the pillow, driven by his powerful thrusts. Her mouth was awash with his salty-sweet cum. Her tongue sluiced the stuff over his swollen, battering cockhead as it drove continually, furiously, into her throat. Her clinging, possessive lips sealed around the hot, sliding bulk of his cock, retaining all but a sheen of cum on his skin.
She wanted all of his cum! It .was suddenly terribly important to her. She wanted to capture all of his jizz and swallow it. All of it!
With a last agonized cry, Larry pulled his cock out of her soft, flooded mouth. Monika tightened her lips as his thick, long cock withdrew.
For a few seconds, she lay dazed, her mouth full, a feeling of peace and contentment rippling through her. Then she sensually swallowed the hot cum. She swallowed again. She licked her full lips and sought his dark blue eyes. She smiled.
Larry was awed and a little shocked. "Jesus, Monika!" He climbed off her.
She arched her back and stretched like a cat. "Didn't you get what you wanted?"
"Sure did." He recovered his cool, his determination. He took a deep breath. "You probably give the best blowjob in the whole fucking state!"
She nodded, smiling, and licked her wet lips again. "That's what... Tom... used to say." She could say Tom with less trouble, now. The terrible pang of guilt and loss was less severe.
Larry grinned. "Did he say you were the best fuck in the state, too?"
"Yes." She shivered with her boldness, her shamelessness. "Why don't you find that out for yourself?"
"I intend to." Larry was sitting on his heels next to her on the big bed. He pointed to his wet, half-hard cock. "Suck it up. Then I'll fuck the shit out of you."
Monika shivered. "Oh, yes, darling." She rolled over and greedily opened her wet-lipped mouth to engulf his slimy cock.
She closed her bright blue eyes and suckled on six inches of throbbing cockmeat. She forced his prick deep into her throat and lapped at a sticky tide-line of cum in his curly pubic hair and along his cock's underside, near his stirring balls.
Her throat muscles spasmed lightly on his purplish cockhead. She suckled his cock clean and, in the process, made it harden again.
Larry sat on his heels watching her gobble his stiffening cock. "I envy the next guy who marries you."
She opened her eyes and looked up, head still, throat and tongue stilled, but she didn't give up her big mouthful of hard cock.
"Ummm?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Monika. You're getting turned on to fucking again. I'll bet you have men breaking down the doors in a few months."
She scowled and reluctantly yielded Larry's now-rigid prick. "I don't want them. I don't... I don't deserve a new husband. I couldn't. I can't forget Tom."
Larry seemed about to argue, then closed his mouth. He smiled, curled his strong fingers into her honey-blonde hair, and urged her face down to his cock. "Okay. Let me feel you do that corkscrew sucking trick again."
Monika complied eagerly. She worked her soft hands into his thighs and lovingly cupped his balls. She filled her hungry mouth with his thick, pulsing cock, pressed down for more inches, forced his velvety cockhead into her willing throat, and realized his fucker was fully hard again. No matter how she strained, she couldn't leech her clinging hot lips all the way to the saliva-wet blond curls at his prick root.
She backed off to draw a whistling breath through her nose. She gently massaged his warm balls in their taut pink sac and began twisting her face to and fro as she raised and lowered her head. She closed her eyes again in sweet enjoyment.
Her throat rebelled less and less at the butting intrusion of his big cockhead. Her throat muscles spasmed less reflexively during the invasion. The gag reflex was tamed.
She began to moan with her own arousal as she corkscrewed her mouth on his long, thick cock. Her fingers toyed more fervently with his balls. Her long amber hair fell in constantly shifting waves around his loins. Her large, sloping tits pressed and slid on his thighs, the fat nipples grazing sensuously, tickling, itching.
Suddenly, Larry grabbed her head and forced her to yield his cock. "That's good. Another minute, and I'll shoot it all into your mouth again."
Monika nodded, panting. Her eyes were heavy-lidded. She breathed quickly, open-mouthed. She saw how stiff his cock was now. It jerked heavily, standing straight up from his loins, wet from her mouth.
Her insides fluttered and burned. "How do you want to fuck me?" she gasped.
"Under me." He moved lithely over her--tall, sinewy, strong, watching her face as he reached under and guided the head of his huge cock into her gooey pussy.
Monika blinked fast and returned his gaze. A thrill was permeating her. Larry looked so much like Tom! The same narrow face, big ears, the same prominent Roman nose. It was like seeing Tom when she first met him.
And now his son--not yet out of high school--equipped with a cock even bigger, was going to fuck her! Yesterday, he had called her mother. Now he was thrusting thick, hard inches of cockmeat into her molten, welcoming cunt!
She jerked as he thrust deep. "Ahhhhh! Oh, Larry--"
"Better get used to it! You're going to get more!"
Her pussy was filled! Stretched! It felt like that monster fuck machine of Joel's. Like that cucumber. Only this was better! This was a real man's cock.
Larry lowered his head and kissed her. His mouth was hard and demanding. His tongue probed into her mouth.
Monika sighed and spread her hot lips on his lips, and her tongue met his in a sweet, electrifying dance. Her arms crept around his back, and she hugged him close, loving the feel of his catlike, steely muscles and hard, bony chest on her heated, cushioning tits. His belly was tense on hers, and his big, thick cock was all but buried in her simmering cunt.
Her mind was a welter of memory and wish, of lust and fragmented thought. She slid her hands down along his ridged back onto the taut smoothness of his narrow ass cheeks. Larry slid his mouth aside. "Like it?"
"Yes!" She dug sharp fingernails into his ass.
He laughed and thrust his cock into her as if spurred. There had been a touch of cruelty in his laugh, and a touch of cruelty in the savage power of his fuck thrust. The last few inches of his huge cock pressed into her distended cunt.
She hissed. Pain flashed from her stretched fuck tunnel. But she dug her fingers into his ass again, asking for more. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck--fuck the shit out of me!" And inwardly she urged: Hurt me! Hurt me! The young man in her arms reared and plunged, reared and plunged, drilling his huge cock to the hilt. His narrow hips leaped and plunged smoothly between her opened, upraised white thighs.
Monika gasped and shuddered. Her hands rode his flexing ass like demons, urging him on! Her belly spasmed and her big tits heaved with her heavy breathing, lifting him, digging hard nipples into his rib cage. Her beautiful face became naked emotion.
She expected him to stop after a few seconds of the wild fucking, but he was a young man in his prime who had spent hours each day running, doing sit-ups, pushups, jumping, twisting. He kept up the violent, deep thrusting into her squishy-hot, tightening cunt.
She clutched him in her arms with unconscious strength. Her breath puffed with gradually intensifying moans and cries of pleasure. She was entering a sweet delirium of rapture. Her guts were turning to lava. Her cunt was fire and lightning. Her hips leaped to meet his intense fuck lunges. His cock was slamming into her cunt, jolting her to her toes, to her fingertips, sending electric charges of ecstasy radiating to every cell of her sweat-sparkled body.
Monika lost contact with the world. Her center of existence was her churning cunt.
Her cunt was open, splayed, pouty-lipped, awash with fuck juice, naked to the heavy, fast, smacking impacts of his hard loins and belly. Her clit was a tiny sun of hot pleasures as it was rubbed with each swift surge of his long, hard cock.
The incredible fuck went on and on! Monika screamed as her first climax shattered her inhibitions and exploded within her. She writhed and squirmed under him, clawed him, babbled incoherently, and madly jerked her hips to get more.
Larry was panting, too--sweating and grimacing as the molten sensations gripped him. Adrenalin and lust powered into her gaping, clenching cunt. Deep, deep into the hot velvet sleeve of her contracting cunt--deep to the places where he could feel the resistance, the incredibly tantalizing fluttering of her cunt tunnel.
Monika lost track of everything. She retreated in her mind to the past, to her freedom and sexuality with her dead husband. The floodgates were open now.
She moaned gutturally: "Oh, Tom! God, Tom! It's so good! It's so good! Don't stop! Fuck--fuck--fuck!" She thrashed uncontrollably under him as a second mind-blowing climax shattered her reflexes. She snorted and howled, spasmed violently, flailed her arms and legs.
And Larry was over the edge now, too. He heard her calling his father's name in the throes of her ecstasy, but it didn't have any force in his mind. All that mattered was the coiling, seething, boiling climax that was almost ready to erupt.
He sobbed and became pure animal, pure lust. His huge cock swelled even more, became super-hard, and rifled in and out of her clamping cunt with unrestrained force.
The pleasure unfolded like a hot glowing flower in his guts, in his cock, in his balls. His neck arched upward, and he grimaced at the wall, his face a mask, his eyes rolling. "Ahhhh! Oh, shit! Jesus... Christ!"
His cock jetted cum like a hose. The thick white syrupy goo coated her cunt like oil. He ground his spewing prick into her pussy as far as it could possibly go. Every muscle in his ass and legs and back trembled as he welded himself to her.
Monica was in a frantic rapture as she felt his cockhead press into her cunt. Her insides spasmed and convulsed with weird pleasure-pain.
Larry shuddered in her gripping arms--a long series of convulsions that left him limp and relaxed, almost too tired to move. He lay on her soft, lush body and breathed deep, slow breaths. He was covered with sweat.
Monika held him and caressed him and crooned softly to him. She was as exhausted and satisfied as he. Until she opened her eyes, she was adrift in gradually fading pleasures, adrift in gradually fading wish and memory.
Then Larry sighed: "Christ, what a wipe-out!" He slid off her and sprawled next to her on his back. His long cock was gooey and limp. As he shifted, it left a slippery trail across her hip.
Monika had wailed quietly in complaint as his weight and cock left her. Now she was forced to open her vivid blue eyes and stare at the ceiling. It was Larry beside her. Not Tom.
She whispered in self loathing: "I'm a monster."
Larry chuckled. "Damned beautiful monster."
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. She sobbed hopelessly. "I'm... shameless! Perverted!"
He made a face. "Oh, Monika, knock off the guilt tripping! You're a woman in her prime who needs a lots of fucking. You've been into a self-punishment scene ever since dad died in that accident. Now you're busting out of it. What just happened is a good thing." He grinned lopsidedly and ruffled her honey-blonde hair. "I sure as hell enjoyed it."
Suddenly, she lifted her head, eyes wet and wild, face twisted, neck taut. "I killed him! It was my fault! And now I'm--I'm fucking my sons!"
Larry hauled off and slapped her, hard! The blow rocked her, twisted her head and shocked her to silence. She gaped at him with widened blue eyes.
"Mom, the accident was not your fault. Why are you clutching that lie to yourself so tightly? Think about that. Why is it so damned important to you to be guilty? And Scott and I are not your sons. We love you, we call you mom, but in the real world, we all know it's just habit and convenience. We're your stepsons. We've broken a minor social taboo, not a major one. Neither Scott or I are going to blab it all over school. The only problem is if you go off the deep end with this compulsive guilt thing you have going."
He shook his head with disgust and left the bed. He padded into the master bathroom to take a hot shower.
Monika stared after him. "No... I did kill Tom... I am guilty... " But the belief wasn't as strong as before. She frowned. Was_ Larry right? She tried to cry some more, but there were no more tears.
She sat up and stared down at her sweaty white body. Why did she need so much guilt?
CHAPTER SIX
Monika was in the kitchen slamming the meat tenderizer down into a big flank steak when Scott dashed in from school.
He stopped and watched her pounding the meat. He asked with mock seriousness: "Anybody I know?"
She didn't know how to respond. She couldn't look at him. Her body felt funny. Her mind darted around the stark memory of their fuck.
"Not unless you know a lot of cows in Texas."
Scott abruptly changed the subject. "Hey, Mom, I need to get some new running shoes. These are shot." He lifted his foot to show his tattered shoes.
"All right. We'll go to the shopping center on Saturday."
"Great." He watched her continue to pound the steak. Then he said: "I'm pretty pissed off at you."
"Why?"
"Larry told me what you and he did together last night." She froze.
"How come you'll suck him off and not me?"
Monika trembled. She felt dizzy. She lowered her head. "Please, Scott--"
"No, I want to know! How come he gets a blow job? Is it just 'cause he's got a little bit bigger prick?" He scowled and pressed up against her back. His hands came around and grabbed her big tits.
She stiffened and then began to tremble more than ever. She let go of the tenderizing mallet and pressed her hands flat against the cutting board, surrounding the raw steak. "Don't touch me like that. Please. Please."
She hadn't worn a bra. She had on only a thin cotton button-down white blouse over pink pants. He was pinching her excited nipples, provoking them to tingling thickness and protrusion.
"I should get a blow job, too! In fact, I should get one whenever I want! It was my idea! I'm the one who said we oughta make a cassette and send it to you to break the ice. I started things by getting you to jack me off first."
"Oh dear God--" Scott pulled her away from the counter and turned her toward the breakfast nook. He pushed her down into one of the brown leatherette-and-chrome chairs.
Monika began to relax. Some of the dread left her. She thought he only wanted to talk.
But Scott eased himself onto the plastic table and sat before her, the humped cock-bulge large under his fly. "I want a blow job now, Mom!"
She stared at his crotch like a captive rabbit might stare at a coiling python. She wanted to suck his cock. But she clenched her hands together desperately in her lap and wailed: "I... can't!"
"Why not? You did it for Larry!"
"He--he forced me-me." She knew the instant the words had been uttered, she had given Scott the key to her life.
"Aww shit. Do we have to go through all that crap again? Can't you just dig it? Can't you just admit you want to suck my cock and do it without all this make-me-do-it-so-I-can-make-excuses-to-myself bullshit?"
Monika realized she was helpless; they knew her to her soul, now. Her two stepsons with their keen modern minds, so free of guilt and inhibition, had her character exposed. They were merciless. They were stripping her clean of defenses, of excuses, of lies.
Scott unbuckled his wide, western-style belt and pulled his jeans open. The zipper ran down by itself, and his cock seemed to spring out at her--hard, long, beautifully shaped, the head a lovely deep mauve, wobbling before her eyes, enticing her.
Monika's mouth watered at the sight of it. Her blue eyes dilated. She licked her full lips. She stared at his bobbing cockhead and the little slit-eye seemed to stare back at her.
Scott leaned back slightly and braced his hands on the table. He tilted his head expectantly. "Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it, Mom?"
"Don't call me that. Not any more." She leaned forward. "I'm not your mother--not any more." Her lips drifted closer and closer to the delectable-looking head of his long, slim white cock.
And then--at last--her lips parted, and she yielded to her desires. She enclosed his prickhead with her lush mouth and laved the silky flesh with her tongue. She moaned deep in her chest and leaned closer still. Her hands came to his lean thighs and slid forward on the rough blue denim toward his tall white cock.
Her sultry blue eyes closed. Her finely shaped nostrils flared with her excitement. She drew a quick, deep, passionate breath. She sucked his throbbing, hot-fleshed cock deeper into her greedy mouth. Her tongue slithered.
"Oh... wow... wow!" Scott gasped. He stared intently down, watching inches of white cockshaft disappear into her deep mouth.
Monika pressed her nose into his lower belly. Her mouth was fully engaged, her tongue sliding and darting toward his virtually hairless sac, but frustrated by the zipper and thick seams of his jeans.
She wanted more of his cock! She made sounds in her throat and used her hands to pull his tight pants down. In a few seconds, she had his jeans pulled down to his knees. And a few seconds after that, her fingers were digging into his naked, wiry thighs as she sucked the whole of his cock and took the sensitive head into the controlled spasming of her upper throat.
Monika sank into the sensuous joy of cock-sucking... the sweeping twists and flutterings of her knowing, cunning tongue, the fluting of her cheeks, the velvety brushings, grazings of her palate on his nerve-rich prick flesh, and the ultimate clenching of her throat muscles on his swollen cockhead.
She sucked and suckled, licked and tickled. She lost herself in the pleasure of giving pleasure.
She didn't hear Larry enter the kitchen or see him smile at Scott. She became aware of him only when he pressed his hand to her neck to keep her from lifting her head. "Keep sucking. I just want to watch," he said.
Monika flushed violently. She opened her eyes, caught a glimpse of Larry, still grinning, sitting down in the chair next to her and leaning over for a close-up view.
She continued sucking! She was amazed and ashamed that she could do it like this. She heard Scott say: "Why don't you haul out your cock? I'm not going to last very long. Wow, does she ever do the throat trick!"
"Better than Audrey?" Larry asked. They both laughed. Then Larry said: "Naw, I'm going to save all my cum for Beth tonight. Don't forget, we pick the girls up at eight. Better not let mom suck you dry."
"Don't worry. I just had to get a sample of this. Ummmmm!"
Monika felt angry and humiliated. They just used her whenever convenient! She was second best to a couple of giggly teenaged tramps! She decided to show Scott just how good she was! She'd suck him off as he'd never been sucked before! He'd compare her to that girl and the girl--Audrey--would pale in comparison! Scott would come to her and beg for another supreme suck-off!
Monika gently stroked her tongue along the sensitive underside of his long, delectable cock. She worked her left hand between his lean, wiry thighs to cup his sac and tenderly squeeze and fondle his stirring balls.
She filled her mouth totally with his hot, rigid cock and continued to kiss his sparse blonde cock hairs. She held his cockhead in her throat--yielding it only to draw wild, ragged breaths every twenty seconds or so and let her gag reflex muscles flutter around his sensitive prick-knob.
She forgot about Larry briefly. She worked on Scott's cock feverishly, intent on giving him the ultimate climax, intent on proving herself better than... Audrey!
She leaned forward in her plastic chair, her eyes closed her face pressed to Scott's naked loins. Her throat, mouth, tongue, palate--all were engaged in caressing the seven or eight inches of hot cockmeat buried in her mouth.
She was moaning with passion, adding another element of stimulation to the boy's increasing pleasure. Scott was arching his back, hunching forward, making faces. His breath caught. His hips jerked slightly. "Ohhhh... do that more! Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Monika became aware of Larry again. He was pushing his right hand into her pants, into her pink lace panties, down past her belly to her warm, moist pussy.
She squirmed and protested, but she didn't try to stop his fingers from reaching the mat of her cunt hair, or from moving still lower to the puffed, slippery drooling cuntlips that burned with itchy need.
She inhaled sharply past Scott's strongly throbbing cock when Larry's fingers entered her hot, juicy cunt and found her hard little clit.
Scott was rocking forward and back on the edge of the kitchen table. His hands clamped on her head, curling into her honey-blonde hair. He was breathing fast and moaning as if in pain. "Keep doing it... keep doing it... keep on... don't stop!"
She was getting strong flashes of pleasure from her clit as Larry stroked it and squeezed it and pinched it and rubbed it this way and that.
Larry whispered in her ear: "Isn't it fun? Dad would have wanted you to do this. You can't lock it up and throw away the key. All this plumbing was built to provide pleasure."
Scott whimpered and hunched forward even more. His fingers clenched in her hair. His cock was super-hard now, jerking and throbbing. The shaft, the head--all felt vibrant and huge in her suctioning, fervent mouth.
Monika knew Scott was coming. She risked a swift suck of air and then went a little crazy as she lashed her tongue, clamped her lush mouth and lips tight and plunged her head up and down, taking every inch of his hot cock, yielding a few inches, taking it all again.
A thick gob of cum shot into Monica's throat. She swallowed reflexively, and that rippling movement made Scott's pleasure more exquisite. He howled. More cum erupted and splashed into her mouth, into her throat.
She sobbed with gratification as more and more cum poured into her clinging, suctioning, flexing mouth. He would never forget this! Larry watched and smiled and continued to work on her swollen clit with two fingers. Her cunt was sopping-wet.
Monika quivered as a lightning-bolt climax sizzled in her cunt and belly and caused her heavy tits to tingle and feel fat and hot. Her nipples were small itchy corks of red-brown crinkled flesh.
Scott's face twisted as if in agony. "Oh! Oh! That's enough! Stop! Mom, Stop!" He tried to pull her head away from his pulsing cock.
He pulled her hair. But she resisted, unwilling to give up the big, wonderful mouthful of cock even as it began softening slightly.
Monika swallowed his cum. She finally gave up his prick, inch by slow inch, licking it clean in her mouth, swallowing again and again.
Too soon, her lips gave up the shrunken prick. His soft cock flopped limply down between his skinny white thighs.
"Wow. I mean wow! I never had it that good before!"
Monika lifted her head slowly. A thrill of satisfaction shivered through her. She clamped her thighs on Larry's hand, which was still in her humid pussy.
She met Scott's wondering, grateful gaze. She smiled and turned her head to look at Larry. His face was very close. She impulsively kissed him on the cheek.
Larry smiled in return. "A lot of progress there."
She felt happy. She was not quite a totally lost creature. Not quite perverted beyond help. Not quite crazy. She at least had a role. She had a function. She would serve her young men any way they wanted. Any time.
Her inhibitions were almost all gone now. She suspected the few tatters of guilt left were soon to be torn away from her psyche by further adventures with Scott and Larry.
She released Larry's hand from her hot wet cunt. She simply got up and left the kitchen without a word, to take a shower.
As she stood under the needling spray, she thought: Let Audrey match that blow job!
CHAPTER SEVEN
That same night, Monika sat in front of the TV and recalled the sweet taste of Scott's cum and how he had howled with the pleasure she had given him.
But now the boys were out on a double date with the Swenson twins--Audrey and Beth-- and she felt left out, neglected. She resented their need for girls. She resented their wanting to date such fluff-minded little red-haired sluts!
She could give them anything they wanted-- fucking, wittiness, good conversation. She was still beautiful!
Monika was lonely. She stirred restlessly on the sofa, crossing and recrossing her long legs, adjusting her thick terrycloth robe, frowning at the absurd TV situation comedy on the screen.
She looked at her small digital wristwatch. Ten after eight. It would be a long, empty night. Larry and Scott would be out with those girls till after two in the morning. It was a Friday night.
The front doorbell rang.
Monika hesitantly went to the door and peered through the peek lens. She saw a rugged-looking middle-aged man on the porch. Neatly dressed.
As she inspected him, he leaned forward and pushed the door chime button again.
She set the guard chain and cautiously opened the big, solid door an inch or two. "Yes?"
The man smiled. He was built like a professional football player--very solid and heavy. His receding brown hair was cropped to a crewcut. He wore green slacks and an expensive brown blazer over a green silk shirt. "Mrs. Hastings? I'm Donald Sotta. I'm the football and track coach at the high school. I coach your sons."
"Oh. What about them? Have they done some--"
"No, no. We're good friends and... they thought it would be good for both of us if we met. I'm divorced. Two years. And... Larry said you might like some company tonight. Sort of a get-acquainted--" Monika recoiled inside. She froze. "No! I'm sorry. He had no right to tell you that! I don't want--I don't need to have my... my young men set up dates for me! I'm not dressed. I'm sorry, Mister Sotta. I'm sure you're nice, but... no!"
She shut the door and stumbled away into the living room. She was shaking, breathing fast for no reason she could imagine.
She went to the dining room window and peeked out through the edge of the Venetian blinds. She saw Donald Sotta walk away and get into a low, racy-looking foreign sports car. He zoomed away.
Monika walked to her bedroom and stood staring at herself in the big mirror there. She opened her robe and let it fall off her smooth white shoulders. She flipped her long, honey-blonde hair till it fell nicely over her shoulders.
She examined her fat, sloping tits with gentle hands. Her big nipples thrust out. Her belly was slightly rounded, smooth, white, sensual as it curved down to her triangle of dark-blonde curls. She could see her provocative, pink-lipped pussy deep between her full, creamy thighs. There was a sparkle of cunt juice there.
She could feel the deep need in her empty cunt. She yearned for a man, and she had just rejected a fine hunk of a man!
She whispered: "Tom... what should I do? I'm turned on again. But I can't!"
She heard Larry's Datsun purr up into the driveway beside her bedroom. She heard Larry and Scott pile out of the car, arguing.
Monika closed her robe and cinched the sash tight. She went down the hall toward the kitchen.
The boys burst into the kitchen, yelling abuse at each other. Scott turned violently, shouting, "Quit your shoving!"
"Then get the fuck out of my way! Asshole!" Larry yelled.
"What are you so fucking mad about? It's not my fault they're grounded! I wanted--" Scott saw Monika enter the kitchen.
She stood with hands on hips. "What's the matter? What's going on?"
Larry looked utterly disgusted. "Beth and Audrey are confined to their house for a week. No dates. No study sessions in the evening. Zilch. Solitary. Death row."
Monika looked to Scott. He said with exaggerated sadness: "Their folks caught them trying to hock one of old man Swenson's power tools."
"Why would they sell--"
"Audrey wanted a certain pair of jeans and didn't have enough money, and Beth needed some special lipstick or something."
"So now we don't get... " Larry's voice trailed off. He cocked an eye at Scott and grinned. "On the other hand, maybe we do."
Scott caught on instantly. "Hey... yeah. Wow. Why not?" He looked boldly at Monika.
She knew. A hot bloom of heat colored her cheeks and neck. She clutched her robe closed at her neck, but knew her nipples were poking out, tingling, and felt a dizzying surge of pure lust that turned her cunt into an aching, drooling void. She felt weak, almost unable to stand.
Monika felt a trembling thrill of joy. Her men needed her. It was humiliating to be the second choice, the last resort. But she knew she could give them so much ecstasy they would soon not even want another woman in their lives, to say nothing of those dumb teenaged redheads!
Then Larry snapped his fingers. "Mr. Sotta! He's coming--" Monika smiled. "He was here. I didn't let him in. I sent him away. I don't want you to try to do me any favors like that again!"
"Yeah, but, Mom, Don's a really nice guy, and we know he'd be right for you. You really need an older guy, and he's in great shape, and--" She shook her head violently. Her hair whipped. "No! I don't want anyone but--uh, I won't be needing an older man." She licked her full lips sensuously. She looked at Larry. "Will I?"
He shrugged and smiled wryly. "Not tonight." He turned and locked the side door.
Scott grinned. "All right!" He pressed against Monika. "We can have an orgy! Okay? I can come six or seven times, and Larry's got that many bullets in his gun." He slipped a hand into her robe and touched her naked belly.
Monika cringed for an instant, then took a deep quavering breath as his fingers skated between her upper thighs. "Yes. Anything you want," she said.
Larry took a step forward and pulled loose her robe's sash, opening the wrap wide. His blue eyes were suddenly hot as he inspected her naked body.
"Maybe we want something you haven't given us yet. Hmm?" He palmed the underside of a heavy, pointed tit. With his other hand, he idly tweaked the big nipple to an even larger, itchy prominence.
Monika was almost too weak-kneed to stay erect. She was dizzy with embarrassment and lust and shock at his casual boldness. Larry was treating her like a piece of meat. What she thought or wanted was of no importance.
Scott's hand was delving curiously, mercilessly, between her trembling, naked thighs. He was tickling her puffy, juicy cuntlips, then sliding a finger inside to toy with her swollen clit. Then he sank his long middle finger into her tight, deep fuck tunnel, feeling the soft, slick walls.
She met Larry's ruthless gaze. "You know I'll do anything to keep you... to keep you and Scott happy," she said.
"We'll see." He stripped the robe from her.
She stood, swaying, breathing fast, totally naked in the kitchen as the two boys grinned at each other and began handling her. She gasped as Scott again poked his fingers into her hot cunt. Then she gasped again as Larry bent over and sucked one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth and grazed the crinkled tissues with his teeth. She arched her back and threw her head back in a grimace of pleasure-pain. He was suckling so hard!
Scott sank to his knees to get a better view of her pussy. He urged her to open her legs.
She planted her feet wide and shook helplessly as the boy ravaged her drooling, flaming cunt with three bunched fingers. It felt like he was trying to force his whole hand into her cunt.
And then she felt Larry's hands sliding provocatively over her ass cheeks, letting his fingers enter the crack. The strange new caress was exciting.
And then Larry's fingers skated around her puckered little asshole, and she gave a little squeal, her hips thrusting forward as she did a little squirming dance. His fingertip had pushed into her tight, sensitive asshole.
Was this what he had meant? Something she hadn't given them yet? They'd fucked her cunt and mouth and hand. Did they want to ass-fuck her?
Monika's heart thudded with dread and a shameful excitement. She continued to squirm helplessly as his bold finger sank farther into her ass, reaming her ticklish ass ring with a slow finger fuck.
A strange exhilaration seized Monika. She felt free now, free to do things--shameless, perverted, utterly sexual things--that had been out-of-bounds before, even with Tom. She was more fully alive now than ever before.
She stroked Larry's hair as he suckled fiercely on her aching nipple. She reached for his cock and could only barely run her fingers over the huge bulge in his jeans.
"Let's go to my bedroom," she whispered.
Larry gave up her nipple. "No, let's use the whole damn house!"
Scott abandoned her cunt. He got to his feet. "Yeah! Let's fuck on the sofa... and the carpet... in the shower!" He began undressing.
Larry took Monika's hand and pulled her into the living room. The TV was still on, playing out another dumb situation comedy. "I've got an idea. Scott, turn off all the lights."
Larry turned down the volume on the TV and adjusted the color and tint controls until the picture was almost pure purples and reds. Then he added contrast and lowered the brightness until weird magenta shapes moved silently on the big screen, shedding a soft, suggestive, erotic radiance into the darkened room.
Monika sat on the deeply cushioned carpet, her legs tucked under her, waiting. Her tits hung full and aching, her nipples swollen hugely. The inner, silky surfaces of her upper thighs were sticky from the oozings of her hungry, juicy cunt.
Her asshole was tingling from Larry's bold fingering. Was he going to fuck her up the ass sometime during the long night ahead of them? Would Scott want to?
She sat and waited, seething with lust.
Scott came to her first. He was naked. His long cock stuck out from his skinny loins like a pump handle. It wobbled as he settled onto the carpet beside her. "Wow, look at that picture!" He was washed with warm purple light, and so was she.
Monika turned to him and discovered he wanted to kiss. She took his mouth willingly, erotically. He knew how to kiss, too! It disturbed her at first to French kiss so passionately with Scott. But the trembling excitement and a surge of passion overwhelmed her reservations. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she embraced him. She quivered as he fondled her tits and thrilled as her fingers closed around his cock to feel it so hard and alive with the pounding of his strong heart.
She lolled her tongue against his, tasted his saliva, clutched his full head of hair with her free hand, and rotated her thumb over the head of his big cock.
Monika felt Scott tremble with arousal. His fingers sank into the deep flesh of her tits. He ripped his mouth free of her hungry, leeching kiss. "I want to fuck you!"
Monika shivered and caressed his cock. "I want you to fuck me!" She sank onto her back on the carpet. Flickering purple light from the TV screen rippled over her lush body. She opened her silky thighs for Scott and didn't try to help him find her cunt.
The boy came over her, his face masked in darkness, only his left side illuminated with purple light. He was breathing fast. He poked clumsily at her slick cuntlips several times, then used a hand to position his rigid cock.
Monika wondered vaguely where Larry had gone. Then she saw him nearby, stripping off his clothes. And as Scott excitedly drilled his long cock into her pussy, she saw Larry's even longer, thicker cock unveiled.
She groaned as Scott's cock sank deep. His slim loins were smacked against her cuntlips, splaying them wide, causing her breath to catch.
"Ohhh, Scott!" she gasped.
He gasped, too, and eagerly drew back to plunge his prick in again. "Jeez! Oh, jeez! Oh... wow!" He reared and plunged, reared and plunged, madly determined to make his pleasure peak, unable to resist the molten sensations her cunt created.
Monika loved the harsh impacts, the jolts of building ecstasy each time he thrust his cock in to the hilt. Her tits quivered with the shocks, her belly rippled, her eyes locked tightly shut. She locked her arms around his wiry neck and drew him lower. She found his panting mouth with hot, hungry lips and kissed him lewdly for a few intense seconds. Then, both of them had to breathe, had to suck air into their starved lungs.
Monika let Scott go. Her palms turned down, and she dug her fingers into the carpet. Scott was pounding her cunt, now, shocking her with savage fuck lunges, bringing her close to climax. Each time her clit was mashed into its juicy valley of sensitive pink cunt flesh, each time her deep cunt was filled, each time his cockhead reached that fist of lust in her belly, she came closer to climaxing.
She groaned and panted and urged him on. "Yes, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep on! Don't stop! All of it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The words came easily, freely. Her belly rippled and clenched. She was trembling from head to toe.
Monika felt her head being gripped, turned --felt an intrusion at her lips. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Larry lying close, his torso angled against her head, his extremely long, fat cock aimed like a purple-white torpedo at her mouth.
His hands held her head, and his plumlike cockhead prodded at her partly open lips, throbbing, seeking entrance.
She couldn't speak. She turned her head and reached over his lean, naked hips to dig her willing fingers into his hard, muscular ass, to signal that she wanted the face-fuck.
Scott was reaching his peak. Sobbing cries of ecstasy were wrenched from his contorted lips with each wild, out-of-control thrust of his super-hard cock.
Larry slid his fat, hard cock deep into Monika's eager mouth.
She sucked. She took seven inches of thick prickshaft and cockhead into the clinging, churning furnace of her wanton mouth.
She gripped his vibrant prick at the base and pumped smoothly as he fucked her lewd, flexing mouth. Her throat clasped his cockhead and spasmed insanely.
She was in a world of extreme sensuality. She'd never sucked cock and been fucked simultaneously before! She'd never fucked two men at once! This was blowing her mind! She loved it!
Monika came as Scott grunted, sobbed, and jetted his first wad of cum into the exquisitely pulsing depths of her cunt tunnel.
Her belly spasmed. She snorted and gagged on Larry's huge, fat cock as her mind and body melted in the throes of her strong climax.
Scott poured more and more hot cum into her cunt. His fuck plunges were uncontrolled, erratic, even more punishing than before. The wet smack of his taut belly against her softer, undulating flesh was loud in the living room.
They seemed a many-legged, many-armed, alien creature in the weird magenta radiance.
There were strange, obscene cries of pleasure, pain and lust.
Monika shuddered repeatedly, seared with intense pleasure from her flaring orgasm. And she sucked wildly on Larry's surging cock as he butted into the back of her crazed throat and rocked her head on the carpet. Her clinging fingers wrapped tighter around his cock and whipped the skin up and down.
Her frantic action was effective. Scott was still fucking into her, still wringing the final, almost unbearable seconds of pleasure from the fuck, when Larry was overwhelmed by a swift, irresistible surge of orgasmic sensation.
He groaned and shuddered in willing surrender. The pleasure fountained in his guts, and he spewed hot cum into Monika's soft, pliant mouth.
Even in the throes of her own powerful climax, she knew he was coming. Her fingers, tight around his cock, felt the pre-orgasmic hardness, and she filtered out the quick, erratic, surprised sound of his breathing from Scott's whining sobs and from her own ragged gasps.
Monika feasted on his erupting cock. She whimpered with joy as he filled her mouth full and his body vibrated with the pleasure she was giving. She swallowed his cum as her tongue whipped it to a froth. He had a lot of cum!
Too soon, the magic was over.
Scott pulled out of her clinging, hot, flexing cunt and sat back on his heels, breathing fast, watching her suck the last drops of jism from Larry's shrinking cock.
Monika sighed and licked her lips. She swallowed and lay sprawled, not caring that Scott's cum was leaking drop after syrupy drop from her gaping cunt.
"Shiiit," Scott whispered. Then he met Larry's gaze and giggled. "Wow."
Larry smiled. He laughed. He reached out and jostled one of Monika's big tits and tapped the swollen nipple. "We've got us a glutton for sex here, brother. A real turned-on woman."
Monika smiled up at him.
"I'm kinda glad our double date was scratched tonight. This is better," Scott said.
Monika glowed. She glanced hot-eyed from Scott to Larry. "I'm going to shower, she said. "Then you two can decide what--or who-- comes next."
She cupped her left hand over her leaking cunt and padded toward her bedroom. She headed directly for the shower stall.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Scott followed Monika into the bathroom. "I'm going to join you." He crowded into the cubicle with her and helped adjust the hot spray.
Monika didn't object. She was flattered and happy. She stood in a corner of the stall to keep her hair from getting wet as she put on her yellow plastic shower cap.
With her long hair tucked up in place, she took a big green bar of perfumed soap and thoroughly lathered her hands. Scott had waited and now did the same.
Their eyes met. Monika smiled invitingly. "I'll wash you--and you wash me," she said.
"Sure!" His soapy hands went immediately to her sloping, pointed tits. His slick, wet fondling felt so nice! She arched her back in response, and her hands went to the object of greatest attraction and interest for her. She filled both hands with his slightly softened cock.
She milked his prick sensuously, slickly, moving the skin gently, exposing the mauve prickhead, caressing it with soapy fingers. His large, white fucker hardened and began jerking in her tender grip.
Scott's hands left her tits and slid down to her loins. He resoaped his hands and lathered her dark-blonde cunt triangle. His fingers worked into her pink-lipped pussy slit. Her large, responsive clit thrilled as his fingers slid over it. It hardened to a tingly little knob.
Scott and Monika moved closer. The hot, needling spray pelted them, sending rivulets in many tracks down their bodies.
Monika lifted her face into the spray. She loved it! She loved, too, the feel of Scott's fingers probing into her cunt. She loved his tall, hard male body.
She held his throbbing cock in both soap-slick hands, held it upright against her belly, and slowly, tantalizingly stroked it in a loose, teasing grip.
Scott was restless, terribly excited again. He sought her mouth, and they kissed passionately. His fingers worked ever deeper into her cunt, fingerfucking as far as they could reach.
He broke the sizzling kiss and gasped into her ear: "I'm getting close!"
"What do you want?"
"Suck my cock! Right here!"
She went to her knees on the blue tiles. Hot water beat down on her face and pattered like driving rain on her shower cap. She held his cock reverently, watched spray dance on the white skin. His swollen cockhead jerked impatiently before her mouth.
Monika engulfed his prickhead and sucked passionately. Almost at once, she wanted more of his cock in her mouth. She slid both hands onto his hips, then around to a spread-fingered grip on his ass cheeks. She urged him to fuck her mouth.
Scott got the message. He braced his feet and hands on the tiled wall, and pivoted his hips forward.
She shivered with delight as his cock slid deep into her mouth. She pulled for more and was rewarded with his whole cockshaft and his silky prickhead.
She locked her mouth on his cock, pressed her full lips to the root, laved her slithering tongue down to the tight, trembling sac of his balls, and let her spasming throat muscles drive him over the edge of pleasure into climax.
Scott shouted hoarsely. His hips jerked wildly, as if trying to free his cock of her voracious, clinging mouth and throat.
Monika felt triumph and exhilaration. She felt the spurts of his cum shoot down her throat. She did not try to breathe through her nose. Her windpipe was shut. The warm jets trickled down, down into her stomach. Her throat clenched and rippled on his shooting cockhead, driving him wild, giving him the ultimate blow job.
She felt Scott's legs tremble and bend. He was sobbing over her, shuddering, slumping lower and lower.
She selfishly suckled on his still-jerking cock a few seconds more, until the sweet flow of cum had stopped. Then she gave up the deep mouthful of softening cock by letting it slide out of her suctioning mouth.
He dropped to his knees before her. He was breathing fast, eyes wide and amazed. "Did-- did you used to do that to dad?"
She nodded, licking her wet lips.
"God! God, he must have hated to die!"
A deep pang of sadness awakened in Monika. Tears joined the hot spray on her face. "I--I couldn't help it. The accident wasn't my fault. I tried to save him."
"Hey! I wasn't--we know. We don't blame you. We never did!" Scott hugged Monika. "We love you. You're all we've got left."
The shower stall door opened. Larry stood naked, wet from the other shower, looking down at them. "What's going on?"
"I said something stupid about dad and she's crying," Scott said.
"Come on out," Larry said. He helped Monika to her feet and stood her on a bath-mat. He used a large, fluffy blue towel to dry her. "Dad's gone, and that's all there is to it. No way he can come back. We all have to go on living, especially you, Monika. And you really haven't been alive the past year."
"I know." She stared dully at the floor, reliving yet again the terrible details of the accident.
Larry pulled the shower cap from her head and let her long, wavy blonde hair tumble down to her naked shoulders. He took her hand and towed her into the master bedroom.
"Scott and I are going to drive bad vibes right out of your body." He urged her onto the king-sized bed.
Scott said: "I'm shot for a while. She sucked me off in the shower." He grinned. "Wow."
Larry nodded. "Well, then, I'll take care of her for awhile. You go make us all a couple sandwiches--cheese, ham, peanut butter. And use butter on the bread."
"What are you going to do while I'm gone?"
Larry smiled and casually played with one of Monika's tits. "I'm going to open a new avenue of pleasure for her."
Scott made a face. "I don't think I want to watch. What do you want to drink?"
"Pepsi. What do you want to drink?" he asked Monika.
She answered softly, "Coffee. Strong. There's a jar of instant on the second shelf over the blender."
Scott nodded and swaggered, naked, lean, handsome, from the bedroom. Larry eased onto the bed next to Monika. She was sitting up, embracing her knees.
She asked apprehensively: "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to feast on you. Now open up your arms and let me do some serious eating."
She smiled. "That's not a new avenue for me." She unclasped her knees and let herself lie flat on the bed. She let her thighs ease open.
"Maybe I know some exciting variations." He straddled her, crouched over her, and lowered his mouth to kiss her.
Monika sighed as their lips met, and his tongue entered her mouth to seek her tongue. She played hide-and-seek, laughing in her throat, exciting them both.
She moved her hands between their bodies and found his huge, long, fat cock. His prick hung from his loins like a pulsing white club, its big head grazing the skin of her silky inner thighs, leaving thin moist tracks of clear pre-cum.
She palmed his balls and gently manipulated them as she tenderly grasped his long prick and pumped it slowly. She slid her mouth wetly from his lips. "Let me suck your cock."
"Maybe later." He claimed her mouth again. He devoted his full attention to the kiss.
Monika cooperated. Her excitement flowed into her tits as soft warmth and an urgent crinkling itching in her expanded red nipples.
She felt the excitement in her cunt and deep in her belly, where she hoped he'd plunge his huge cock. That special place needed another battering. Scott's cock, when buried to the hilt, could not reach the end of her cunt tunnel. To experience the kind of sweet, frantic, wild, totally overwhelming orgasm that she knew was possible for her, she needed a wildman with a huge cock... like Larry.
She became restless. She fondled his cock more swiftly. If she could only make him so lustful, he'd want to fuck her now!
But Larry seemed to read her mind. He lifted his wet lips from hers and said: "Stop that."
"Don't you like it?"
"Yes, but not for now." He reached under and pushed her hands away.
She pouted and writhed with sexual tension. "Then do something!"
He smiled. He clamped his lips on her right nipple and suctioned it into his mouth. His hands molded and squeezed her soft tit. His fingers sank inches into her bulging white tit flesh. His tongue lashed her swollen, tingling nipple. His teeth nipped and scraped it.
Tiny shocks of pleasure rocked Monika. The sensations were keen and sharp! Sometimes more painful than pleasurable.
She squirmed and panted. After a minute, she gasped: "Do the other one."
He shifted his greedy mouth to her left nipple. His hands gripped the warm, glowing flesh and formed it into a high cone. He licked her puffed areola and her straining, eager nipple.
Monika arched her back, striving to push her swollen nipple into his mouth. "Don't torture me."
"Makes it better." He continued to tantalize her.
"Fuck me!"
"In good time." He finally took her glistening red nipple deep into his mouth. His tongue and teeth worked on it ferociously.
She hissed and moaned and writhed. A part of her mind was astonished at her arousal, at her intense responses. Only a few days ago, she had been dead flesh, eating and working in a dead life, trying to punish herself for Tom's death.
Now she was alive again! Awakened again! And she was beginning to think Tom would approve.
Her tits and nipples had never been so tingly and hot and responsive. Her whole body was involved now. "Oh, God, Larry! Fuck me!" she panted.
"Not yet." He let go of her hot tit and kissed her belly, moving down her body, crouching, moving backwards. Then he was quickly kneeling at the side of the bed, dragging her toward him, spreading her upraised thighs.
Monika thought he was going to sink his lovely huge cock into her waiting cunt until she felt his lips on her inner thighs, felt his hands pressuring her cuntlips open. He was going to eat her pussy. She lifted her head and watched, breathless, hot-eyed, as his narrow face lowered to her cunt.
She felt his warm breath on her gaping cunt. Then his tongue flickered into her juicy pussy, slewing over her big clit, sending electric thrills arcing through her body-mind.
Monika's hips leaped reflexively and then fell back to the bed. She whimpered and cried gutturally.
His tongue returned to her hot, pink, wet cunt. He flicked the agile tip over her hard, bulbous clit, making her hips leap again, and forcing another whimper from her clenched throat.
Monika watched as his head stayed nestled against her pussy. His big ears brushed her skin; his dark blue eyes caught hers, and he winked lewdly.
Monika flushed and looked away. She lowered her head to the quilted bedspread. She closed her eyes. She felt his wonderful tongue again, slithering into her inner cuntlips, delving in the drooling, heated entrance to her deep fuck tunnel.
That was a strange, rare sensation. Tom hadn't done that very often. Her sensitive little cunt mouth flexed slightly on his tongue. She moaned helplessly. He was driving her crazy! She gripped the quilt with clawing fingers.
Now his tongue was stabbing up in her slippery pussy. Now it was on her swollen clit again! It was dancing on the exquisitely responsive little cunt nub. She moaned and pleaded: "Harder... faster!"
He lashed his tongue more firmly on her quivering little clit. His thumbs parted her cuntlips even wider, bringing her seething clit into greater prominence, permitting more and more coverage by his darting, slithering, snaking tongue.
Monika's belly rippled and undulated ceaselessly. She sucked air and then briefly, mindlessly, groped at her own tits, mauling them with merciless fingers, tweaking her nipples till she emitted panting little cries. Then she flung her arms wide again.
Her loins were charged with the sweet tension of orgasmic pleasure. The crescendo was near!
Her hips jerked her cunt against Larry's face, and she writhed on her back. Her eyes opened--vivid but unseeing. Her nostrils flared for ever more air. Her jaw muscles worked as she clenched her teeth in a pleasure-agonized grimace.
Her climax was a long series of ecstatic sensations that seared her mind. She screamed hoarsely and ground her spasming cunt against his clinging, tongue-lashing mouth. Her soft, trembling thighs closed on his head like a satiny vise.
She gasped over and over: "Don't stop! Don't stop, don't stop!"
Larry didn't stop. He drove her to ever-higher plateaus of ecstasy. He was tireless! His tongue was pressed firmly on her vibrant clit, moving in wet velvet movements that overloaded the thousands of pleasure-nerves concentrated in her clit.
Monika began thrashing wildly, making it impossible for him to maintain tongue contact. He gave up and freed his head from her imprisoning thighs.
She wailed at the loss, but she lowered her knees and lay spread-legged and limp, her belly still rippling, her tits heaving.
Larry climbed onto the bed and said: "Now I get mine!"
Monika panted dreamily. "Take whatever you want."
He levered her legs up onto his shoulders and leaned over her, doubling her over.
She knew he was going to fuck her. "Yes... oh, do it!"
He let his huge, long, white cock dangle onto her juicy pussy. He jabbed lightly, poking his big, purplish cockhead at her cuntlips, teasing her and himself.
There was little Monika could do to make the connection. She was helpless in this position. When she reached to grasp his cock and position it, he pushed her hand away.
"Nature will find the way," Larry said. He continued the tantalizing little insertions.
"Oh, God! Get your cock in!" she panted.
His prickhead nuzzled lower in her slippery cunt. Larry leaned forward more, doubling her until her knees were pressed into the fat cushions of her tits.
Her cunt mouth spasmed around the thick neck of his cock. His prickhead was in her, but he refused to sink more of his shaft into her hungry cunt. She whined: "Larry... more!"
He looked down at her lust-twisted face. "More? You want more?"
Monika was only semi-conscious. Her mind was still swirling from the incredible series of orgasms his tongue had given her. But she knew he was taunting her, lording it over her, that he felt a measure of contempt and superiority.
"Yes, you smug, cock-proud bastard! More! Fuck me! Do it or get off me!"
He smiled, planted a gentle, loving kiss on her nose, and with one savage thrust, slammed every inch of his cock into her cunt!
Jagged pain and pleasure ripped through Monika's consciousness. She grunted loudly, gasping, contracting for an instant on the huge cock that was suddenly buried in her pussy. Then her cunt muscles convulsed like a soft-ridged tunnel, relaxed, tightened down again, relaxed. "Ohhhh... oh! Ohhh! God!" she moaned.
Larry paused briefly and then began plunging his cock into her, jolting her, making the bed creak rhythmically. His heavy cock expanded even more as the pleasure of fucking her intensified.
Monika was jangled by the huge, smacking plunges. This was a different set of sensations, of pleasures. She was being possessed, used, fucked, by this young man who showed no mercy, no consideration. He was animal-like in his fucking. He held her in his power--her knees doubled up into her tits, her cunt wide open to his ravaging cock, his weight and strength locking her into this prisoner position.
He was glaring down at her, his flushed, sweat-speckled face inches from hers. They stared into each other's eyes and recognized the fierce pleasures that were growing in each other.
Monika's expression of resistance and pain crumpled. Her mouth went soft and trembly, her eyes hot and lust-filled again. She admitted she liked this position. She liked the feel of being captured, fucked, forced, not having a damned decision to make. This way, she was not responsible. She could concentrate on enjoying the wonders of his huge, thick cock as it rammed deeper and deeper into her spasming cunt tunnel.
The sensations intensified for her. Her guts glowed with the accumulating shocks of sparkling pleasure each time he slammed his cock all the way, smacking the wet gash of her pussy, squashing and rubbing her clit.
The impacts pushed little grunting squeals from her gaping, contorting mouth. She was almost into climax! She panted faster and faster, her arms clamped around his sweaty back. Her nails dug into his corded muscles. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Larry was into a final series of wild, shuddering plunges. His cock was enormous now, hard as steel, vibrant with heart-pounded blood. He rasped harsh breaths. He grunted as his loins whipped down, up, down, up, down! Spurts of hot cum spewed from his cock as he buried it in her convulsing cunt. His entire body shook in the throes of his exploding orgasm.
He locked his loins against Monika's, pressing, seeking to bury more cock than was humanly possible. His ass gyrated in a frantic corkscrewing movement. His cock pulsed and leaped in her spasming cunt as jet after jet of cum inundated her clenching, milking fuck tunnel.
Monika's fingers shifted and dug into his flexing ass. She worked her hips against him, grinding for more cock, wailing in ecstasy.
A minute later, they collapsed, sprawling on m the wrinkled quilt, when Scott entered the room pushing a serving cart.
He wrinkled his nose. "I could hear both of you from the kitchen. Soup's on." He wheeled the cart to the side of the bed.
Monika was still breathing fast. She felt Larry's magnificent cock shrinking in her cunt. She felt the oozing of his cum.
She was remarkably free of embarrassment. She didn't care if Scott saw her this way. He had been part of an identical scene twenty minutes ago!' She lay relaxed, dreamy. She felt absurdly happy. She felt marvelous! She struggled to sit up and extricate herself from Larry's legs and hips, which were still on top of her.
Larry sighed and helped disentangle her. "Thanks, Scott. I think we'll both have to shower before we eat." He got off the bed and staggered into the master bedroom.
Monika joined him a moment later in the shower. They lathered each other. There was even a slight tingling renewal of sensation in their organs. But nothing sexual happened except fondlings, caresses and a few admiring words.
CHAPTER NINE
All three of them ate the sandwiches, drank soda and munched on cookies in the living room, sitting cross-legged in a small circle before the TV set. The magenta radiance made some of the food look weird.
Monika joked, and was at ease with her young men, even though they slipped occasionally and called her mom, and even though they were all stark naked and she had every expectation that before too long, she'd be sucking and fucking them again.
At last, Larry put down his drained Pepsi and cocked his head at Scott. "Got any ideas for what's next?"
"How about if she's on top?"
Monika watched first one boy, then the other, completely willing to follow their sexual desires.
Scott finally said: "I'll need a little help getting the ol' cock hard... " Monika took the hint. First, she sucked his cock to stiffness. Then she decided to straddle him. She shivered in anticipation. It would be a sweet way to come--her on top, setting the fuck pace, taking what she wanted of his cock, satisfying herself.
Maybe she could come a lot with him in that position! She remembered several times when she and Tom had fucked that way. She'd quickly gotten the hang of the technique, the moves, the muscle coordinations, and had reached a point of pure, continuous rapture. She'd gotten to the point--about the fourth or fifth time they'd fucked that way--that she deliberately kept Tom from coming! She'd bring him up to a near-peak, getting her multiple orgasms on the way, then ease off until she could tell he had cooled off and she could fuck him hard, hot and fast for a few minutes, get in three or four quick, explosive orgasms.
After the last time, Tom hadn't wanted to fuck with her in control. She remembered him saying: "You get too damned greedy, Monika. I don't want to spend three hours on my back letting you play me like a yo-yo, watching you get that awestruck look on your face and hearing you scream every time you come. It makes my balls ache like hell."
Monika smiled and slid on her bare ass on the ticklish carpet toward Scott. He was grinning, sitting on the sofa, slumped low, his thin, sinewy legs open. His soft white cock lay like a fat worm in his crotch.
As she turned onto her knees and knelt before Scott, Larry said: "Your mission, Monika, if you should decide to accept it, is to suck Scott's prick into your hot, skillful mouth, get him hard as hell, climb onto the sofa, sink down on his prick, and fuck the shit out of him."
Scott grinned, "Yeah, yeah!"
She lifted his limp cock in her hand and detected a slight stirring. She inspected his silky cockhead and saw an oozing drop of clear pre-cum appear in the tiny piss slit.
She said solemnly: "I accept the assignment, Chief. I will raise the dead."
Both boys laughed. She popped the head of his cock into her mouth and lolled it on her tongue. She was conscious of both boys watching closely.
She gently applied suction. She drew his prickhead deeper into her mouth and took the pliant, rubbery shaft as well. She laved the whole of his cock with her tongue and velvety palate.
His cock began to thicken and lengthen. "Ummmm! Wow, does she ever know how to suck cock!"
Larry agreed. "You can say that again."
"Wow, does she ever--" Everyone laughed. Monika lifted her head and said sternly: "This is serious business now!" She giggled.
After a minute of settling down, she managed to keep Scott's cock in her mouth without laughing or giggling. She concentrated on making him breathe fast and monitored his belly muscles with a light hand.
For the moment, she sucked like a woman enjoying a delicious delicacy. She savored the feel of his cockhead near her throat, the pulsing throb of his thick prickshaft, the feel of his sparse pubic hairs against her lips.
But she didn't want him to come. She slowly, reluctantly yielded his cock to the air. She settled back on her heels, regarding her accomplishment. Scott's cock reared up from his loins like a stiff snake, weaving and jerking.
Monika got to her feet and crept onto the sofa, her knees on either side of his thighs...
Her cunt was wet with eagerness and anticipation. Her insides simmered with the familiar need to fuck.
She crouched forward and kissed Scott passionately on the mouth. She dominated the kiss. Her tongue swirled in his mouth. He played passively with her dangling, fat tits, making them sway like giant ripe pears.
She reached under and found his rigid cock with her fingers. She inhaled with satisfaction as she felt her cuntlips enclose his cockhead. She pressed lower and grunted softly as his prick-knob was forced between the inner lips of her pussy.
Monika quivered and kept herself from plunging down till the whole of his cock was buried in her cunt. She rotated her hips slowly, adding a slight thrust, rubbing her heavy, heaving tits against his chest.
She kissed the top of his head and looked sideways at Larry, who was watching approvingly. Her voice quivered as she asked him: "Like what you see?"
He smiled and nodded. "Maybe you'll like what I'm planning on giving you in a couple minutes."
Something in his eyes made her guts tremble with a weird anticipation. She dropped her gaze, and for a reason she couldn't explain, she blushed.
She turned her full attention to Scott. The boy was becoming more lusty, more aggressive. He was squeezing her ripe tits vigorously, twisting the puffy swollen red nipples and jerking his hips to drive more of his throbbing cock up into her sticky, drooling hot cunt.
Monika lowered herself carefully, enjoying every hard inch of cockmeat that angled up into her cunt. Then, finally, she was sitting heavily on his hips, shivering from the sensations of his cockhead lodged gently into that special spot at the entrance of her womb.
She wished Scott's cock were an inch longer, a bit thicker. But he was still growing. She cut the thought off. Then faced it. Was she seriously thinking of doing these things with the boys all the time?
They were so willing, so lusty, so potent! The thought of this sexual legacy available to her--and she a sex slave to these young men-- sent hot quivers through her aroused body.
Every night! Oh, yes! It was shameful--but so delightful!
Monika put that thought aside. She began to rise and fall on Scott's big cock, her juicy cunt tightening its soft rings of muscles on it in a sensual, exquisite fuck rhythm.
She threw back her head as she fucked him. Her long, wavy, honey-blond hair swayed and shifted on her neck and bare white shoulders. Strong muscles under smooth, velvety layers of fat contracted and relaxed in her thighs and ass. She moved slowly, savoring the sensations, breathing fast, her eyes closed.
Monika heard Larry shift position beside her. What was he going to do?
Then she heard him get off the sofa. She wanted to open her eyes and look around to see what he was up to. But she didn't have to look!
She felt his warm hands on the flexing cheeks of her round, white ass. His palms squeezed and slid over her silky skin, and his two thumbs rode into her ticklish ass cleft.
Monika gasped and twisted to look at him. He smiled and nodded. Again, she flushed violently. She turned back and hung her head, chewing her lips.
She continued to rise and fall on Scott's lovely, rigid cock. She continued to simmer and sparkle inside on the way to a strong orgasm.
But her attention was now mostly on what Larry was doing. Her asshole was tingling and itching with anticipation.
Larry's thumbs pressed deeper into her ass crack and parted her ass cheeks. Then one thumb press firmly on her exposed ass ring and forced entry, pressing in to the knuckle.
"Oh!" Monika gasped, wiggling her hips desperately. "Oh, Larry, don't--"
"Shut up! This is what you want, and you know it!"
Scott had been watching and had seen Larry's move. He guessed what was happening. "Hey, you gonna fuck her in the ass? Now? Oh, wow. Out of fucking sight!"
Monika squirmed and wriggled on his finger. The truth was, it felt good! It tickled obscenely and was causing a tremendous surge of lust in her guts.
She had only experimented with ass-fucking twice with Tom; she had secretly loved it, but he hadn't enjoyed it at all and had never tried it with her again.
How could Larry know she wanted this? To be ass-fucked! To feel a cock the size of Larry's sliding in her asshole. It would hurt like hell--wouldn't it?
His thumb popped in past the tight ring of muscles, and he had all of his thumb in her ass now. He was bending it in her shitter, making small circular fucking moves.
The intrusion felt strangely pleasant, and she could feel the thumb and Scott's cock so close--a membrane apart. She was turned on as never before.
Monika gasped and squirmed as Larry thumb-fucked her in the ass. She could feel his thumb operating in a gooey slickness, could feel a smear of wetness on the outside of her asshole, in her ass crack.
She began to pant as she wriggled down and up and down on Scott's cock. Larry's spread hands on her ass cheeks helped her move up and down. His thumb slid in and out of her asshole more easily, greased by her fuck juices.
Monika's guts rippled, and she tightened her cunt around Scott's big, hot cock. She came, shamelessly, sucking air and moaning. Her nipples were like hot shifting brands on Scott's chest, pressed against his skin by warm pillows of flesh.
Larry took the opportunity to reach into her crotch from behind and smear his fingers with the flowing, drooling juices from her spasming cunt. He swept the fuck fluid from her cunt.
Scott laughed. "Go, go, go!"
Monika was aware of Larry's hand in her cunt. She was panting heavily, her eyes shut tight. But she felt Larry's fingers and guessed the purpose.
Sure enough, seconds later, she felt him smearing those captured juices into her ass crack, driving a dripping finger into her asshole an instant after his thumb departed. And she also guessed that he was smearing her fuck juices on the length of his cock, preparing it for its invasion of her ass.
She pretended she didn't know what was happening behind her. For some reason, she had to be innocent of the act until it happened!
She gasped to Scott: "Did you come?"
"Naw. I'm holding back as much as I can. I'm waiting for the three-way."
She couldn't pretend not to know! Monika said shakily, "Larry, please be careful!"
"Don't worry. This is my specialty in a way. I've broken in a lot of girls to this.' He laughed. "Of course, none of them will admit it. But they all end up really digging it."
Monika waited breathlessly. She was still glowing from her climax. She continued rising and falling on Scott's wonderfully hard, throbbing cock.
Then she felt the nuzzling pressure of Larry's cockhead in her ass crack, against her cringing, tightening little asshole.
"Relax... " Larry hunched over her back, pressing his steel-hard cock against her spasming asshole. He applied more and more force.
Monika quivered with the instinctive effort to keep her ass muscles tightly closed. Resist the invader!
But the pressure was too strong. The ring of ass muscles was weakening.
"Oh, oh!" she grunted as Larry's cock surged deep into her ass. She had lunged forward reflexively to try to escape the huge impalement, but Larry's strong hands gripping her waist and hips had prevented that move from working. His body simply followed her forward.
She had lunged completely off Scott's cock. "Hey, you lost me!" he complained.
Monika crouched, trembling, feeling the bulk of Larry's big cock in her ass. She panted, her eyes closed tight, absorbing the strange sensations, remembering the time Tom had fucked her ass more than five years ago.
Now his son was doing it, and his son had a bigger cock!
Larry didn't try any further penetration of her ass. He caressed her quivering thighs, her smooth back, her hanging, swaying tits. He soothed her with words. "The worst is over now. It'll feel weird but good from now on. I'll fuck you slow and easy. Relax."
"Easy for you to say," Monika panted. She felt Scott fumbling with his cock, trying to get it back into her hot, wet cunt. "I have to move back a little."
A few seconds later, she felt Scott insert his prick. She had about half his cock in her cunt, and about half Larry's cock in her ass!
This was a new thing for her. Wildly, mind-blowing new! She felt utterly possessed. Used! The idea excited her more than she liked to admit. She shivered and gasped and shook. She moaned helplessly.
"Fuck me, Mom. Move it!" Scott said.
But if she moved down and back to take Scott's cock deeper, she would be impaling her ass harder on Larry's huge, hard cock.
Larry said: "Slow and easy." He pulled Monika's hips back toward his loins. His thick white cock slid two more inches into her tight asshole. Her asshole went into spasms just as Scott's big cock slid to the depths of her cunt.
"Ooooo... " She felt so full in her ass and in her cunt! The two of them--two big cocks-- were pressing against each other, separated only by a thin, slick membrane.
"Wow, I like this!" Scott said. He started to jiggle under Monika, making his cock move in her.
And Larry began sawing his cock deeper into her ass, sliding on a film of her cunt and ass fluids, prodding far into her asshole, providing her with even more strange sensations.
Monika groaned at the invasion. She gasped repeatedly as his cock surged even deeper. It felt as if he were going up into her guts!
She was hunched on all fours, head and tits hanging. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and she trembled and shuddered as the incredible double fuck continued and intensified, as it became wilder and more out of control.
Larry was no longer taking it easy. His hands gripped her hips with savage, selfish force. His strong fingers dug into her hip flesh as he sucked air and smacked his loins against her full ass cheeks. His cock was going into her ass all the way! Each massive fuck thrust reached deep and brought a quick, heartfelt moan from her.
And Scott was busy. Panting under her, his strong hands gripping her thighs, he held her while his loins jerked up, driving his big cock into her flexing cunt--all the way.
Monika was utterly possessed now. The boys had her, were fucking her as she had never been fucked! And she was possessed by the symphony of pleasure caused by the breathtaking double fuck!
Her asshole was glowing, spreading a pulsing warmth through her guts, adding to the wonderful prodding sensations. And her cunt dilated and clenched as Scott's cock reached to her womb and his hard balls slapped against her dripping, puffy cunt.
She was quivering, shaking, as a scalding bubble of rapture grew in her. She couldn't get enough air! She squirmed in place, waggled her hips, fucked with Scott, while great sobbing groans were wrenched from her contorted mouth.
Monika babbled--awful, obscene, perverted words--as the wonderful, seething bubble of orgasmic pleasure grew and grew and grew, became more and more intense.
The boys were into the scene, too. They were driving their supremely hard cocks into her with cruel, ruthless power. The sounds were wet and loud--sucking, slobbering, sticky. They panted and whimpered and howled--as they reached the peak--the supreme climax of their lives!
The moment came for all of them! They all lost control.
Monika was barely conscious. Her whole existence was the two long, jerking cocks that rifled her body. Her head flopped around, her sweat-darkened hair flying, her eyes open but vacant, her mouth desperately wide in wonder and in need of oxygen! She screamed as he molten bubble of pleasure disintegrated into an explosion of sensations. Her eyes rolled wildly, and she screamed in ecstasy. Her ass gyrated insanely with her need to take and take and take!
She felt with exquisite delight the jets of hot cum that filled her ass and her cunt. The boys clutched her so tightly! Their loins jolted up and in!
She screamed again and again, her voice turning hoarse. It seemed the only way to vent some of the agony of intense pleasures the stupendous double fuck had unleashed.
Monika's arms and legs and body yielded to an unstoppable trembling. She shook in the throes of her ecstasy as if gripped by a desperately high fever. She sweated rivulets that dripped onto Scott, unheeded.
Finally, she could not sustain the fuck any longer. The sensations were too keen, too sharp, too intense! She howled: "Ahh! God! Stop! Stop! I can't! No more, no more, no more...!"
The boys were wiped out, too. Larry fell backwards limply. His very long, fat cock, slimed brown and gooey white, slid like a satiated snake from her dilated asshole.
Scott's cock flopped from her cunt like a dead fish, oozing coated with cum.
Larry lay flat on his back on the carpet beside the sofa, sucking deep lungfuls of air, cursing softly in wonder. Scott lay under Monika, fighting her weight for breath, whispering. "Oh, wow! Oh, wow!" he said.
Monika feebly rolled off Scott and ended sprawled on her back, legs wide, her ass and her cunt leaking. She didn't give a damn about the upholstery or the carpet.
She slid forward off the sofa to sit on the floor. A weary, trembling smile played over her soft lips. She listened to her slowing breathing, to her slowing heart. She lingered in a sweet, tingling, sparkling afterglow.
Larry lifted his head and regarded her with solemn blue eyes. He lifted his right hand and made a symbolic gesture. He said without a trace of mockery or humor: "I hereby declare you, Monika Hastings, to be exorcised of any and all ghosts and guilts. You are now a free woman. You may begin your life again."
Monika shivered. She nodded and sighed: "Thank you."
It all clicked into place for her. The TV cassette tape, the seduction by the boys, the progression till tonight and the wiping away of her final reservations, her final guilts.
It had all been planned. Larry and Scott had decided to bring her back from the dead. And they had succeeded!
She smiled to herself. Of course, they had hugely enjoyed the therapy, too!
"Thank you. Thank you both so very much," she said.
Scott had been listening and watching. He sighed. "I'm a little sorry it's over."
"It needn't be over,' Monika said.
Larry said: "No, it's finished. It ends now. You'll have to get out and meet new men. It's a shame you didn't let Mr. Sotta in tonight."
"But I'm sure glad you didn't" Scott said. "Wow, what a finish!"
"We picked him carefully," Larry continued. "He'll be a nice guy to start with."
Scott added enthusiastically: "Yeah! Larry and I shower with him once in a while... and he'd hung even bigger than Larry!"
A spark of interest came to Monika's eyes. She brushed long blond hair from her face. "Is he?" She remembered Donald Sotta's rugged good looks. She decided to call him and apologize for her rudeness.
She winked at Larry and Scott and stood up. She walked to the shower without shame. She began to hum.
