At any given moment, the majority of the people in the United States probably are experiencing some sort of transitory sex problem. It is something that occurs in a single period or moment of a day or a month or a year, and usually takes care of itself. But sometimes people need help with their problems.
This novel is a proof once again that no matter how skilled the professional, he can be too close to the problem himself to really grapple with it. Such is the case of Annie Brownwell, a woman with the not completely unnatural yen for sex with young boys, and her psychologist husband.
As Annie loses control she is drawn into a web of circumstances which, though they may appear farfetched, are tame in comparison to the truth related on a psychologist's couch.
The fact that the problem develops, that incest and pedophilia become the disoriented base of this woman's life, is simply proof that help is not rendered as readily as condemnation. There is no longer reason to let people suffer as Annie must in this completely humanistic novel of what happens between a psychologist and his disturbed wife.
Although the duty of the author is that of drawing the clear values out of a murky human situation, and crystallizing them so that the lesson is clear to every reader, this does not mean a book must end with murder or turmoil. It can also end with dignity and make the point plain.
This is a book about a desperate situation in America, but we hope it is not a desperate book.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Annie posed in front of the mirror and twirled quickly left, then right, making her skirt swirl up around her hips revealing she had saucy buttocks as well as shapely legs. What am I getting all excited for? Annie asked herself. It's only a birthday party for my son. There aren't going to be any guests over fourteen or fifteen. Why should they even be looking at me?
But as she whirled in front of the mirror, Annie Brownwell knew her answer. Because they were young, horny boys. Because she was still attractive even if she was thirty-three. Because her body could turn any man on-no matter how young he was. And even if Annie had to keep that dark side of her personality concealed-that constant yearning to be in sexual contact with a male-she could still enjoy the lust she inspired in their eyes. Annie loved to be desired. She lived in her fantasies-in their fantasies.
It was no accident that her mini-dress was really mini. There was lots of nice, tanned flesh around the edges. The tops of her breasts were sweet, golden swells of flesh that invited the male eye before plunging under the low neckline of her dress. She wore no bra and there was a nice, soft jiggle and bounce to her breasts under the material of her dress. Her nipples weren't hard yet. It took the presence of a man-usually-to cause them to swell and stiffen. But all the same the little buds were obvious poking at her dress and giving the material sharp pointed peaks.
The swollen globes of her tits shoved her dress out and then it was pinched in to a narrow waist where her figure almost immediately flared her dress out into generous hips-wide and smooth and flat. Her naked thighs, also a golden, tanned brown, projected from under the hem of her skirt. They were round and shapely and long. Looking in the mirror, it even excited Annie to look at her legs and imagine a man's hard hand sliding up the inside of her thigh until his fingers disappeared under her skirt.
Annie shivered. She was thinking those thoughts again. She knew it was a compulsion. Even when she'd been Arthur's patient-before he'd married her-they'd both realized how important it was that she control them.
Annie imagined the boys who were coming to the party staring at her. It started a strange tingling all over her body. She stood in front of the mirror and saw herself as they would see her. Hesitantly, her hand dipped to the front of her skirt and lifted it.
"Oooo," she said, half out loud. Her bikini panties were blue and transparent and she could see the soft nest of brown pubic hair between her thighs. It looked like a little beard of curly brown hair covering the soft, pendulous lips of her pussy.
Just looking turned Annie on. She felt her nipples stiffen and pop out against the smooth pink and green silken material of her dress. Annie knew she shouldn't do anything. She fought with herself, but finally she couldn't restrain her hand from dipping down between her thighs and stroking that soft, warm place. She sighed as she did it.
I'm wicked, she thought to herself. It isn't right, touching myself here and arousing my own lust. It is almost like cheating on my husband.
Pensively, Annie watched her hand in the mirror, darting back and forth on her crotch and agitating the soft, quivery lips of her cunt. She felt a thrill starting up her body from the simple movement of her finger between her pussy lips. She had to stop. Right away. If she didn't, she knew she'd have a wet, smelly spot on her panties and have to change them before she could go downstairs for the birthday party.
Her fingers seemed to be operating all by themselves. Deftly she hooked the waistband of her panties and skinned them down her long, luscious legs. Then, panting as if she'd run a hard race, she lifted her skirt and stared in the mirror. Her cunt was clear under the cover of brown hair. The slit was prominent, a dark shadow that just invited her finger to slide into it. It seemed to beckon to Annie, and she couldn't resist.
With deliberation, Annie stuck her finger up her twat and gasped at the sudden shock.
Feeling shot through her body. The wonderful feeling of her own finger invading her love hole was all it took for Annie to lose control. Her hips suddenly shot back and forth, sawing her vaginal lips back and forth on her solitary finger as she moaned in ecstasy.
"Mmmmm," she sighed. She licked her lips and half closed her eyes, imagining that it was a man's hand on her twat, feeling her up. She began rolling her hips back and forth, jabbing her finger into her crotch as she pushed her hips toward the mirror.
To Annie, she seemed to be fucking herself. Her thoughts grew more heated as her own image in the mirror seemed to fuck her. The short, tousled hair that surrounded the heated face, flush with excitement, didn't look like her hair on her face anymore.
"More," Annie moaned. "More." Her hips flailed in and out faster and faster.
Carefully she inserted another finger, plunging it into her throbbing pussy with full force as she bucked her hips against her hand. Even the slightest pressure of her finger on the swollen lips of her vagina was enough to increase her frantic pleasure.
All she was in need of was cock. That thought filled her burning thoughts. She want-ed-needed-something round and hard and alive pounding into her sex slit. She needed it!
"Aaagghhh," she groaned. She felt her climax rising in her body. Rising, but not high enough. She wasn't going to make it, and she knew it. Her full orgasm would be hopelessly out of reach again. Frantically she plunged her finger hard into her slot. Her hips popped out, her pussy engulfed her fingers with hot, liquid flame and a wild surge of feeling sprayed through her body igniting every fiber of her being.
"Yyyyieee," she cried, as much in desperation as in satisfaction. Her fingers had slid deep into her aching pussy and spread it wide. Wider than she'd ever done herself before. And all she could think about was how much better a big, thick cock would have been. Even as the honey poured from her slit onto her groping fingers.
"Hi, Mrs. Brownwell."
The boy smiled at her and Annie felt all gooey inside. He was about five foot six inches tall, about her own height, but nice and muscular. His face was pleasant, almost pretty, and he had the softest looking long blond hair Annie had ever seen. She was very tempted to run her fingers through it, but hurriedly pushed the thought aside.
"Come on in, Mickey," she said and smiled. Mickey Grant was sort of a stranger. Jerry had brought him home once and introduced him as the school track star, but Annie really knew nothing about the boy. He was new in the neighborhood.
"Thanks, Mrs. Brownwell." He smiled again and slipped past Annie.
She couldn't help it. His smooth, bare arm pressed lightly against Annie's bosom and she went all quivery. She imagined him touching her on purpose, working his fingers over the firm flesh of her tits and tweaking her nipples and she shivered with desire.
She knew she was only imagining the sly expression on Mickey's face. The boy was too young to have felt her breast on purpose. He was only fourteen or fifteen himself!
Desperately Annie shrugged off the overwhelming sense of sexuality that had enveloped her ever since she started thinking about the party that morning. As she followed Mickey back to the game room where the birthday cake was set up on a card table she was shamefully aware of the soggy panties between her thighs. She couldn't smell her own odor yet, but she was sure that she would later-unless she went back to her bedroom and changed. She wondered if Arthur knew how this party would affect her. And if he cared.
"Hurry up, Mom." Jerry was standing impatiently by the cake. The candles were lighted and wax was running onto the icing. The other boys, Tom, Ralph and Billy stood around the table as if impatient for the party to be over. Sometimes it worried Annie that his son was turning fourteen and was still so shy of girls that he hadn't invited any to his party. In a way, she was glad, but she still felt concern that he might not be sexually normal. And Annie knew what it was like to be sexually abnormal.
She squeezed in between the boys. Unconsciously, it seemed, she'd picked a spot between Mickey and Ralph. She only realized what she had done when she felt the heat of the boy's leg against the outside of her own thigh. When the boy didn't automatically move away, she had looked to see who it was.
Mickey was staring at the cake and at Jerry, innocent in his concentration. Annie could tell he wasn't thinking about his leg touching hers. At least, not the way she was.
It was wicked and evil, but feeling the smooth, warm muscles of Mickey's leg against hers made Annie acutely aware of the boy's vibrant, young body. She could only think of the way his smooth, young cock had to be itching to rise under his pants and shorts. Annie knew it would be a beautiful penis. She looked down to see if he had a bulge in the front of his pants, and felt disappointed when she didn't see one.
"Go ahead, Jerry," she said. "Make a wish and blow the candles out."
"Okay, Mom." Jerry pursed his lips, his cheeks filled with air, and huffed his breath out in one puff that extinguished all the candles at the same time.
Mickey clapped his hands and accidentally moved his arm against Annie, rubbing briskly against her tits with his forearm. He didn't seem to notice anything happening though.
Annie didn't say anything. She was hot where the boy had touched her and she sort of wished he'd touch her tits again. Annie didn't understand why, but she knew that her son's friend turned her on more than anybody else that she could remember. She trembled and moved closer. Even the super wetness of her panties between her legs didn't put Annie off. The boy's sexuality was like a magnet and she could feel herself being drawn closer and closer as if she had no will of her own.
I mustn't, she told herself. It's wrong and evil to have sex with a boy his age. He ... he probably doesn't even know how to fuck yet. My own son is as old as he is....
The thought that her own son was as old and as able as Mickey to have sex helped strengthen Annie's resolve. It would be like incest, almost, to give in to the temptation to have sex with the boy. She was instantly ashamed of her wild imaginings of luring the boy up to her room later-after the party-and slowly undressing him. Perhaps stimulating him by licking his cute little pecker. If his penis was little.
Annie realized that it had been a long time since she last saw Jerry without any clothes. She didn't know how big the penis would be on a boy his age. It could be enormous for all she knew. It could stretch her cunt like it had never been stretched before.
Besides, if she did something like that it would be like raping a virgin. Boys of that age were just beginning to fool around with girls. They wouldn't even know how to use their sex rods for another couple of years-and they had to learn that yet. Her thinking was simply an exercise in futility. Like intellectual masturbation.
Annie stood quietly in the background as the boys ate their cake and ice cream and clowned around, giving Jerry his presents. They didn't seem to notice her and Annie was relieved to feel the sexual fever draining from her body. At least she was starting to be normal again. She wasn't going to give in to that terrible urge that seemed to be with her most of her life.
If she had done it, if she had acted on that almost constant daydream she had of fucking one of the sleek young boys who ran around with her son, Annie was sure she couldn't ever stop the word from getting back to her only child and hurting him.
It would be terrible for him to hear that his mother was a nympho. Annie wanted to cry. Desperately. It would be almost as terrible as Annie herself having to admit she was one-a sexually uncontrolled female.
Even Arthur didn't call her that-not yet.
CHAPTER TWO
After dinner, the kids had started their game of Blind Man's Bluff. It was a good thing that Arthur was in Chicago for the night. Annie felt silly taking part in something so childish. The boys are pretty big to be playing such a childish game, she thought to herself. And then she blushed. When she thought big, inadvertently she thought about Mickey's crotch, about the bulge that had appeared in his pants as he rubbed against her as they stood around the birthday cake.
Annie knew she had to rid herself of her obsession. She couldn't go around daydreaming about a teenage boy's cock or wondering about the state of his virility. It wasn't right. She felt the quiver in her hot cunt and added silently, It's dangerous. I'm a thirty-five-year-old mother, she told herself savagely. I'm not some cheap tramp trying to get a cheap thrill out of a young boy's virginity. I'm not. I ... I just like the boy, that's all. It's natural to wonder about him sexually ... That's just being a woman and his being a ... a boy. She tried to believe it. But she knew better and her whole body, from her tense tit tips to her quivering cunt screamed liar! at her.
She couldn't help herself. Annie was enthralled with the idea of seeing the boy's slick young peter. She saw it in her imagination, youthful and white with a rosy pink head and a soft, crinkly looking foreskin. She wondered if he had freckles on his pecker. He had enough of them on the rest of his body. On his hands and arms and face.
Annie shivered. It wasn't just seeing that she wanted. It was doing, too. She wanted his hot, mother-fucking prick in her cunt. She wanted to squeeze her twat tight around it and work it up and down in her slippery tunnel until he squirted her full of hot, white goo. It was a dirty, evil thought, but Annie knew it was the true desire in her life. Even Arthur understood, somehow. He always told her not to feel guilty. Lots of women had thoughts like that. Lots of them. All she had to do was control herself like other women.
Standing in the dark, tensely waiting for Ralph to find her, Annie pressed her legs together, as if she could physically repress her sexual desire. She knew it hadn't been such a good idea, taking part in the game. Standing in the dark this way, she had to let her imagination run rampant. There was nothing else to do. And all she could think about was cock-youthful, teenage boy's cock.
Waiting, Annie debated making it easy for Ralph to find her in the pitch black house. Then she could go into the kitchen and clean the dinner mess up.
The game could go on forever. Each of the boys was to have his turn at being the "blind man" and would be timed. When he caught everybody, the game started the next time with a new boy. The boy that found everybody in the shortest length of time would be treated by the others at the show the following night.
But if she made it easy for him, she might ruin the game for the other boys.
Annie shook her head. While she was making up her mind she felt the feathery light touch of a hand against the naked flesh of her arm. She shivered. "Ralph?" she hissed.
"No, Mrs. Brownwell. It's me, Mickey." The boy's whispered reply was low and husky and it started a tremulous feeling along Annie's backbone.
She stared into the darkness, trying to see. She wondered how he had known it was her. She couldn't see her fingers in front of her own face, much less Mickey.
"Come on," he said, "we've got to get moving. Ralph will be coming down the hall any minute and we can't let him catch us here."
Annie felt herself go all fluttery inside when the boy's hand pressed innocently against her breast for a moment and then slipped across her other breast to catch her arm. She was suddenly very weak and she couldn't protest as he dragged her down the hall and groped open the door in the first doorway they came to. As soon as they stepped inside she realized they were in her bedroom.
Mickey steered her across the room and Annie wanted to pull free, to not be bumping his side and rear as she did so often. It was exciting in a strange way to feel her naked thigh rub against the boy's buttocks or brush her tit against his back. She started to warn him ... and then it was too late!
The boy had steered them into the low, kingsized bed in the center of the blacked out room and Annie felt herself falling. Falling forward against his soft, warm flesh and the spongy mattress that cuddled them together in the middle of the bed.
"Christ, what did I trip on?" the boy said unhappily.
"The bed." Annie struggled to extricate herself from the tangle of his arms and legs. She realized with some embarrassment that one of his arms was wrapped around her big soft tits and that when they had fallen together his leg and been jammed between her thighs and was putting a firm, unrelenting pressure on her sensitive pussy.
"We'd better get up from here," she whispered urgently to Mickey.
The boy shifted on the bed and it seemed that unconsciously he had moved so his leg rubbed more enticingly against her vagina. "No," he said. "It's a good place."
"On the bed?" Annie wasn't thinking clearly now. The touch of his hot flesh-even through his trousers and the sheer nylon of her panties-burned into the swollen flesh of her sex mound. All she could think of was how nice it would be for him to touch her there with his hand or his mouth or his cock without anything in between.
"Sure," Mickey whispered. "He'll never think of feeling across the bed. Ralph will probably just feel his way around the room and through the closets for everybody. He isn't the brightest kid in town. Besides, it's comfortable here." As if to accentuate his last remark, Mickey shifted his hand down from her tits to her hip. It rested hotly on the outward swell where her waist shifted emphasis and instead of tucking in, flared outward to give her broad, flat hips.
Annie caught her breath. The fact that the boy's hand didn't go any further down showed how innocent he was. Annie was prepared to scream "no!" at him if his fingers budged from their place. It would be terrible if he ... if he were to do anything like that.
In the darkness of the bedroom, Annie was acutely conscious of Mickey's heavy breathing, of the heat of his body where he pressed against her. She felt his cock, swollen and hard, pressing against her leg. She tried to move away.
"Shhhh. Don't move," Mickey whispered. His hand clamped down on her hip and his fingers slipped against her rounded buttock. Annie knew it was an accident on the boy's part. He wouldn't do anything that gross deliberately, she thought.
And then she almost cried out loud. His hand had moved. It slipped over her hip and his fingers trailed sensuously across her thigh, dipping down the front of her dress into the natural depression of her crotch.
"Don't," Annie said urgently. "D-d-don't do that, Mickey...."
Suddenly, it was perfectly clear to Annie that the boy would and could touch her there if he wanted to. Because that was exactly what he was doing. The fourteen-year-old's fingers slid commandingly between her thighs and brushed enticingly at the soft flesh of her pussy. And then his hand switched from its position on the outside of her dress to brush up her quivering thigh and clasp tightly over the swollen flesh of her throbbing, pulsating sex mound.
"Ooooh, Mickey," Annie moaned. She threw her arms around the boy's neck and rolled against him, crushing her lips against his. Her tongue darted and jabbed between his boyish lips. His mouth was hot against hers and Annie groaned, grinding her pelvis against his hard, groping hand. His fingers felt nice. They felt great against her cunt.
"Take my panties off," she commanded the boy between searing kisses.
Mickey hesitated only a moment. Then his fingers clasped the waistband of his friend's mother's panties and began furiously tugging them down her long, sexy legs. Mickey had seen enough of those legs before the party really got going to turn him on. Mrs. Brownwell had beautiful tapered thighs that disappeared under her skirt leaving his mouth watering in wonder over the mystery of what her crotch would look like. In the dark he couldn't see. But he could feel. And that was really turning him on.
Annie's cunt was all soft and squishy. Her tender hole was swampy with her lust and she couldn't control it another moment. The touch of Mickey's fingers against her naked crotch was driving her wild. Each of his fingers was like a hot penis searching for the entrance to her twat. His tongue had started to lash back at her. It burrowed and dug between her lips and into her mouth and the boy's enthusiasm was so great it was as if she were being raped orally. Annie was glad of the darkness. She didn't want the boy to see her face contorted with pleasure. She didn't want anyone to see her shame.
She French kissed Mickey back and writhed her body frantically against his. Her hairy pussy sucked at his fingers. She wondered insanely for a moment if he had ever touched a hairy cunt before. Or was he used to those sparsely furred teenage twats that he found at school. His fingers were molten lead in her crevice crack and Annie was irrationally jealous of the boy's other girlfriends. There had to be others because of the easy way he seemed to have with his fingers spreading the petals of her twat and shagging his hot little finger in and out of her gasping cunt.
He was experienced. There was no denying it. But Annie didn't care. So what if her daydream of him as a virgin was washed away. What she wanted now was his penis, his hot little pecker. She wanted that all right-any way and every way she could.
"Fuck me, Mickey," she sobbed. She pulled her lips away from his and fended off his kisses. She couldn't wait any longer. Eagerly her fingers tugged at his belt, then the front of his pants. She got them open without really noticing whether they were zipped or buttoned or snapped. All that mattered to Annie was that she got them open.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," she moaned. Her fingers fluttered inside his pants and brushed against the soft cotton of his shorts. Frantically Annie pushed the waistband down until the hard meat of his cock popped over the edge.
Annie thrilled all over at that moment. Her legs shook and there were quakes in her cunt. Her pussy lips were snapping feverishly at his hot fingers while her own hands cuddled the boy's prick. Slowly, gingerly her fingers worked down his long stem. Annie could feel the juice leaking between her cunt lips as her hand slipped down his wand. She was getting more and more excited as she went further and further. There was no end to his dick. No end! Gone were her fantasies of fucking a little nub of a pecker. Instead it felt like she was holding a thick, endless hose just made to stick up her twat and pump in and in and in until it was turning her inside out.
She was afraid and thrilled at the same time. She wanted him to fuck her deep, deeper than she'd ever been fucked before. It was with a mixture of relief and disappointment that her hand hit the elastic of his shorts. Gingerly she pulled his shorts down and the boy's fat, full balls popped into her hand. They, also, were big. Swollen and soft, like sponges. Annie knew they were stuffed with his cum and that he'd squirt like a fire hose inside her sweltering pussy.
Her whole body tingled. As she squeezed Mickey's dick the boy's fingers went back to work on her flowing cunt with renewed vigor. He squeezed the fat, spongy lips of her vagina and his finger pushed frantically into the squishy center of her hole. In and out, in and out his finger frictioned steadily, sending tongues of flame licking up her pussy. "I'm ready," Annie sobbed. "Don't tease me. I'm ready now."
Mickey rolled her over on her back and his mouth glued itself to her lips. His fingers played with her tits and her cunt at the same time while his tongue drilled into her hot mouth. He pulled it out and asked innocently, "Ready for what, Mrs. Brownwell?"
"I'm ready," Annie cried. "I'm ready for you to fuck me."
CHAPTER THREE
In the darkness, Annie felt the boy's hands moving down her body. She wanted to change her mind, to tell him to get off. But her will was paralyzed by the strong demands her cunt was making on it. She trembled and wished he would hurry. She needed something in her cunt. He had built her up so far that she couldn't come down without being fucked. If her husband had come through the door into the bedroom at that moment and switched the lights on, Annie would still have let Mickey put his virile young cock up her twat.
"Thread the needle," she moaned. "Thread the needle."
In her mind's eye, Annie could see his cock as a sewing machine needle zipping in and out of her cunt, like he was sewing a buttonhole. It wasn't at all like threading a needle, she thought irrationally. She spread her legs wider.
Suddenly there was a coolness across her firm, up-thrust titties. And then her loins were also cool. Mickey had been unbuttoning the front of her dress and now he had her bare naked. His hands were all over her, sliding up and down her front from her cunt to her tits and then back again. He played with her sex hole, his fingers teasing it and then squeezing her rigid clitoris with half-playful promises. His hands clasped her breasts and coned them some more until her nipples were hard points. His hot tongue licked them and then he sucked her soft titties into his salivating mouth. Her nipples were hot in his mouth and she yowled with pleasure when he bit them lightly with his teeth and pulled on them, stretching them erotically.
"Fuck me," she demanded of the boy. "Fuck me."
He was panting heavily. "I'm going to turn the lights on," he said.
"No." Panic flashed through Annie's body. He would be able to see her firm, excited tits stretching up for his touch. He would look at her sex-mad, slobbering pussy begging for his cock. It was too degrading for Annie to imagine or condone. "No," she half-sobbed. "I'll ... I'll leave this room if you do...."
"All right," the boy grudgingly said. And then he had rolled on top of her and Annie was pulsating under the wonderful weight of his body as it pushed down on her and molded itself to her curves and as his knees slipped between hers.
The feel of Mickey's body on hers in the darkened bedroom was sheer heaven. Annie trembled through every inch of her being. She felt his pecker with her fingers, gently squeezing it, molding it. She hadn't imagined a boy could be that big. Boys were small. At least she had always thought that. Her fingers rolled around the slick, greasy head, feeling the first few drops of cum lubricating his skin. He was getting slippery, ready to plunge his penis into a tight, hot hole. And Annie had just the place for it.
Panting like a steam engine, she lifted her hips and guided his cock down toward her slit. It struck her clitoris and set her whole body resonating to the touch. Prickly heat ran from her slot to her toes and back up the sensitive insides of her legs and past her excited pubes to her lust inflamed swollen tits and hard, red nipples.
"Ooooooo."
His cock had struck the right place, that swampy pit between her hot thighs. Immediately Annie raised her legs straight up in the air and clamped them tight around Mickey's narrow hips. Her toes pointed to the ceiling as she felt the bulbous head squeeze her slot open and pop inside her cunt. She writhed with pleasure.
There was something wonderful about the teenage boy's pecker sliding just inside the lips of her twat. He was so ... innocent about it. At least, it seemed that way to Annie. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she entwined her fingers in his hair as she mashed her lips against his and began French kissing him as his cock slid painstakingly into her distended sex hole.
"Mmmmmphhh," she groaned around his tongue as it slipped into her mouth and began to fill her up. It seemed to glide into her oral cavity at the same speed as his pecker drilled her cunt and Annie had the weird sensation of being fucked in both places. Momentarily she even imagined the boy's tongue was his cock, and surprisingly the thought sent currents of feeling sweeping her body.
It didn't matter that Mickey couldn't understand her cry. She was trying to say, "more", but the hot invasion of Mrs. Brownwell's tongue into his mouth and then the way she sucked his tongue when he stuck it back into her mouth turned him inside out.
He wriggled against her, slipping his penis deeper and deeper into the fiery furnace of her twitching twat. His pecker, like his tongue, was ringed by hot, sucking lips.
Mickey didn't have to be told, "more" he knew what to do without being asked.
Annie felt the boy's hot hands wrap themselves around her boobs. His fingers pinched her lust-swollen nipples into full wakefulness and then began to twist and squeeze her breasts into hard, battered mounds of warm flesh.
"That's the way," she cried between clenched teeth. "Do it some more, Mickey. I love it like that. Don't stop. Don't STOP. Please, more, more, MORE"
Whipping his tongue out of her mouth, Mickey had played it around her face and neck. But finally he had dipped his head and fastened his hot lips on one of her lush nipples.
To Annie, it was as if a flame had been lighted at the tip of her tit. It was melting like wax and the feeling made her buck and squirm under the boy's full weight.
Each move of Annie's twisting, throbbing hips was a triumph to Mickey. Her tight cunt lips were stripping and squeezing the hell out of his protruding pecker. His sex meat was bathed in the hot juices of her cunt and her pubic hair scratched against his pelvis.
"Damn," he sighed as his pelvis pounded down and against Annie's soft lower belly. He was ecstatic about the way her hot cunt lips grabbed his cock and the feeling he had as his shaft plunged down into her twisting, writhing vagina. It was like shoving his cock down a tight, greased chute. Her clasp on it was so firm it was mind bending.
"Ohooooo, uh, ohooo," Annie squealed. His big pecker sliding up and down her cuntal tunnel felt so good it was something she seemed to have waited years to happen. She wished, irrationally, that she could see the boy's face twisted with pleasure as he slammed his big rod in and out of her aching twat. It would have been even better if she could have seen him experiencing the joys of fucking her big, hairy pussy.
"More," Annie cried. "Deeper. Deeper. Fuck me deeper."
Mickey dug his knees into the yielding surface of the bed and plunged harder and harder against Annie's bouncing, twisting body. His cock ground wildly in her grasping hole, reaming her out vigorously. His prick was a match head inside a fire box. The boy thought his penis was going to be burned off by the heat of her hole. As he slammed into her, feeling Annie rise up and present her hole in perfect position, each jab of his cock was a perfect lunge. He filled her twat, making her lips bulge out and around the swollen base of his peter. His balls pounded like soft, water filled balloons between her spasming legs. Her crotch was fevered, sweaty. Mickey was plunging in and out of a bottomless swamp. His penis couldn't reach bottom no matter how hard he strained and stretched.
Annie wrapped her long, beautiful legs around the boy. Her calves caught his buttocks and rammed him down harder and harder against her swollen pussy.
She sighed each time Mickey plunged his hard cock into her slit, like the wind was being driven out of her and Mickey was frightened that he had hurt Mrs. Brownwell. But he had done something far from it. His pulverizing cock in her pouting cunt had practically shaken Annie loose of her sense. All that concerned her was the boy's hard rod.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeee," she screamed feverishly.
"I am," Mickey practically cried. His pecker was floating around in her hot hole and he tried to sink it deeper, but to no particular avail.
"Faster," Annie mumbled through lust drenched lips. Her mouth was dry. Her whole body was dry except for that wonderful feeling between her legs. There she was sweaty. She was drenched with liquid and even though she couldn't see Mickey's pecker zipping in and out of her pulsating hole, she could feel it. It was an electric thrill and seemed to pulse up and .down in intensity. At times the strength of her feeling threatened to lift her off the bed and then it would fade away and she panicked least it disappear altogether and then his pecker shot back into her and she was riding on the crest of her sexual orgasm.
She wanted him to shoot inside her. She knew if the boy ever turned loose with his steamy white liquid, splashing the insides of her hot-fleshed cunt with it, Annie would soar on sexual wings. It would be the next best thing to heaven. Or even hell.
"Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Brownwell, I can't hold it. I can't." Mickey's voice lifted in a high-pitched whine as his hips flailed faster between her legs.
Annie tried to pull him down into her. She stuffed her crack with his cock and then wrapped her legs around his buttocks and tried to push more of the boy into her hole. The soft, spongy feel of his balls pushing against her crotch made her even more fluttery inside. Insanely, Annie wished she could stuff those up her crack, too.
"I'm coming, Mrs. Brownwell. I'm coming."
Mickey twisted and writhed in the hot grip of Annie's beautiful thighs. He couldn't help it. He had to come. He felt her legs tighten around his buttocks, forcing his pecker into her cunt and he couldn't stop her as she guided him.
In and out. In and out. His pecker was a ram opening her cunt lips wide and shooting down into her fuck well and out again.
Her legs were slipping. They clamped around his buttocks and forced his cock to slam into her quivering hole, but they were slipping in the rivers of sweat that poured off of him and going down his thighs.
Desperately Annie moved her legs and threw her cunt up at his soft hard intruder.
Mickey felt the movement and responded. "I'm coming," he shouted again and threw himself against Annie as hard as he could. His chest bucked against her soft, quivery breasts. His legs skidded wildly between Mrs. Brownwell's tight gripping thighs. His cock rammed with full force up her spasming, begging, drooling cunt....
"Ohooooo," Annie cried as she felt him penetrating her to her deepest recess.
"Fuck!" Mickey exclaimed as the full force of her cunt muscles closed hotly around his probing pecker. And then it was finally happening, he was coming in her beautiful grownup body. It started with a tingle in his battered balls and throbbing-pulsating along the length of his rigid cock buried to the balls in her snatch. And then he, too, was screaming with ecstasy as the flaming liquid poured out of his penile hole.
Annie, too, was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm. She felt his cock swelling in her passion-deadened cunt and she heaved her ass up to extract the last drop of feeling. Then there was a hot, lusty feel deep in her belly where the knobby head of his sprouting prick was buried. She was high with excitement and sex and a second seemed to stretch for hours.
And then the waiting broke-like a rubber band snapping.
Mickey was coming. His cum was spraying through her cunt, burning hot and clinging to her cunt walls like hot grease. She loved it and her cunt convulsed in response to his steamy liquid. She was being douched out with hot semen and Annie practically swooned as it was happening.
"More, more, more," she crooned happily as she felt Mickey's hard rod soften and start to drop out of her post-orgasmic spasming hole.
"More," she said into the darkness as the boy collapsed against her throbbing body.
"More," she murmured even as she dropped into a light nap.
CHAPTER FOUR
Annie's head snapped up with a start. Mickey's hot body pressed against hers and his half-soft cock brushed against the tender lips of her cunt. She rubbed up against him and couldn't understand the strange, savage thrill that ran through her pulsing body.
Something was different in the pitch-black room. They weren't alone.
And then she heard the harsh breathing. It wasn't Mickey. It was somebody else in the bedroom with the two of them and Annie was suddenly desperately, terribly frightened.
What if they find us like this? She couldn't brush away the thought that gnawed at her. What if the other boy, Ralph, entered the bedroom looking for them and found them like they were? Naked, twined together. She could feel Mickey's leg wrapped around hers, his knee jammed between her thighs and rubbing energetically against her plump vulva....
The thought made her blush with shame. She felt the color flooding through her body, turning her naked skin a rosy red even in the dark. Somebody was in the room with them and suppose he turned on the light. That was the fear that consumed Annie.
There was an unexpected jolt against the bed. Annie barely had time to react. She clamped her hand over Mickey's mouth before the wakened boy could say anything in his sleepy state. Annie wasn't sure how he'd wake up-or even when.
In the meantime she listened to the searcher stumbling around the walls, groping in the closets and stumbling over chairs as he looked for his quarry.
Annie almost giggled, it was so funny. She and Mickey were in the center of the room. A blind man couldn't miss them if the lights were on-a contradiction in values, if ever there was one-but to all intents and purposes true. And in the meantime, Ralph was stumbling around like a blind bear in the darkness. Mickey had been absolutely right.
Annie experienced a strange, forbidden thrill. Slowly she reached out with her hand and felt for Mickey's soft, sticky prick. When she grabbed it, the boy's body stiffened, but not enough to make noise and tip Ralph off to what she was up to.
Slowly, painstakingly, Annie crept down the bed until her face was in position. The kids' word for what she was going to do was "giving head," but it didn't matter to Annie.
What she felt was desire-and the thrill of doing something forbidden ... and dangerous.
Slowly Annie bowed her head over the teenager's symbol of male dominance.
Mickey stiffened at first. He too heard Ralph probing around the comers of the room. But when he felt Annie's cotton soft mouth, slick with her hot saliva, close over the end of his throbbing hot peter, he relaxed and resolved to help her. He'd never had his cock sucked off and the boy couldn't think of a better place or time for it to happen to him for the first time. He was exhilarated by the fact that Ralph was in the room close enough to watch and see everything if the light was on. The thought made his penis extra hard.
Annie wasn't aware of what passed in the teenager's mind, of course. But she was impressed by his sudden acceptance of what she was doing. He moved slowly and without noise-as was imperative. He wanted her to suck his dick. He couldn't tell her to stop. It would have destroyed him to do that. In his mind he could visualize her hot lips, full and juicy red, wet and gleaming with her saliva, descending on his big knob. And when her lips actually closed on his joint, it was twice as good as sinking it in her super soft pussy.
He was also excited by the fact that he was going to get his pecker sucked clean after it had been in Mrs. Brownwell's cunt and it was covered with the gooey remnants of his whitish semen and her own pussy juices. It was dirty. Something perverted and the boy realized in a way that was why he wanted it to happen because it was perverse.
Annie moved down on the bed and eagerly cradled Mickey's balls in her hands while her lips found his erect cock. The moment of truth had arrived for both of them.
In the darkness, the smell from his pecker floated up to his nostrils. He just knew for sure that she could smell it too, the mingled odors of their two sex organs. Mickey was being driven wild by it and he also realized that the fact that her mouth would be on it in seconds licking everything off would make it better.
The boy circling the bed in the dark stumbled and said, "Damn."
Annie and Mickey didn't move. They froze together, even though Mickey's finger was lancing up into her vagina exciting her to tremendous gyrations of pleasure as it diddled around in her hot box.
It became a war of nerves. Annie couldn't move a muscle, even though she was feverish to do it. Hesitantly she lowered her mouth to his cock. Silently she slurped and sucked at his pecker until it edged its way into the tight, hot recesses of her mouth.
Once she held it between her lips, Annie faced a new kind of challenge. To drive the boy crazy even as he was doing, finger fucking her cunt-yet keep him quiet.
Mickey's finger twisted and turned in Annie's twat. She heard Ralph moving around the bedroom and she didn't dare move-but she was lighted up inside. Her cunt was turning into a crescendo of feeling and fireworks and Mickey's fingers were becoming more impossible as he realized what he was doing with them-jamming into her tight twat with them and twisting and squeezing her pink clitoris until it throbbed.
She wanted to moan with the pleasure of it. And she silenced herself by sliding her mouth over the bulbous head of his prick. Her lips tracked down the long, vibrant shaft, seeming to stick to the soft flesh as she felt the head of his cock poking at the back of her throat. Taste flooded her mouth. The flavor of his semen and her cunt mingled and spread throughout her mouth and permeated the essence of her saliva.
Stirring and twisting on the bed, Mickey conveyed his silent pleasure to her. His rigid cock in her mouth did too. His hips were insistent, pushing his pecker deeper into her mouth until it seemed he would be ramming it down her throat in just a moment.
Excitement flowed through Annie's body in a continuous wave. And what made it even more intense was the knowledge that Ralph was walking around in the darkened room looking for them-literally a few feet away and oblivious to what was happening on the bed.
Attacking Mickey's cock with her teeth, Annie nipped and worried at it causing it to swell and lengthen in her hot mouth. Her tongue wrapped around it and Annie was atremble with the knowledge that she was actually sucking the teenaged boy off. All the times she had thought of holding a boy's cock in her mouth, caressing it with her lips, now it was coming true. She was doing it and nothing could stop her. She was fellating the smooth, ungnarled boy's penis and hoping-praying that he would ejaculate in her mouth so that she could swallow down the hot river of sweet, youthful semen.
Cocksucker, Annie thought shrilly to herself. I'm a fucking cocksucker!
The admission of her depravity was like a prick rammed up her twat. She was suddenly twice as sexually receptive to Mickey's fingers in her cunt. She wanted to tell him to suck her off, but she didn't dare. Ralph was still in the room. He'd hear. But Annie was desperate to get the boy going the right way. She wanted her climax-her orgasm.
With one hand she reached down and grabbed Mickey by the hair and pulled his face against her sweltering, hairy pussy. She forced his lips to touch it-hard.
The boy stiffened as his nose was driven over the smelly pit of Annie's seeping sex. The odor overwhelmed him. Then his lips were rubbing against the slick, smooth lips of Annie's cunt. It was like she was kissing him back despite the strange pussy taste that coated his lips like a fine oil. The boy couldn't resist the invitation. He gingerly stuck his tongue out as he had when he was kissing Annie's mouth and began to French kiss her cunt.
"Aaahaaahaaah," Annie groaned. The swift, smooth sliding of Mickey's tongue between her hair pussy lips into the depths of her aching, quivering vagina set Annie's body aflame. His tongue was so hot and firm lancing into her hole that Annie wasn't sure she wouldn't die from the sensation. She loved it. The young boy's tongue stuck up her snatch was almost more than she could bear. The fact that it was a young boy's tongue made it even better than if it was a man's. She didn't understand herself, and she'd never really revealed to her husband the fantastic yearning she always had to have a boy fuck her, but it was very real. Real enough that now Annie was uncontrollable. She didn't care that there was another boy in the bedroom. It was enough that Mickey was there. That his hot tongue was there, pushing into her crotch, sliding hotly over the folds of her cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohh, fuck, fuck meeee," she groaned in ecstasy.
Mickey was hot, too. His pecker was being stretched and sucked off so expertly he couldn't feel anything else except for his tongue digging and coiling itself in Mrs. Brownwell's hot twat. His nose was jammed against her slit and her pussy hair tickled his lip-but what was driving him crazy was the way her cunt squeezed and milked his tongue. It was like a hand was trying to jack his tongue off instead of his prick.
From his penis to his mouth, Mickey felt like one big prick being rubbed to orgasm. He pulsated and throbbed and loved the slippery feel of her lips stroking his saliva slick cock. Cleverly his tongue bored into her cavern and stroked every inch of her vagina walls.
Ralph had stopped moving and the only sounds in the room came from the bed.
Annie was crying out and bobbing her head frantically up and down on Mickey's cock, swallowing it to the balls. Faster. FASTER. The feel of his boyish cock sliding in and out between her vibrating lips was an aphrodisiac to her whole body.
Mickey's tongue was a hot probe that seemed to reach up to her tonsils but lit her cunt on fire. She was twisting her hips around his impaling flesh. Loving it.
"Mmmph," she gasped around his swollen cock flesh. The pressure was building in his balls and she used her hand to stroke them. He was hot, ready. He was going to erupt. To blow his load in her hot, sucking mouth. Mickey couldn't think about anything else except that. "Suck it," he cried. "Suck it, suck it, suck it."
Annie groaned around the big stalk in her mouth. It stretched her lips way out so that she could barely hold his penis in her mouth. Her tongue swirled wildly around it. Faster and faster. Her cheeks caved in and she sucked the bulging head and licked wildly at the tip. His cock head was a hot glow in her mouth as it shimmied in and out between her lips. It really turned her on.
Mickey's fingers were churning in her cunt. Stretching, tearing, pulling her apart. It felt delicious. Annie flailed her hips up and down in a frantic effort to move his fingers in and out of her gyrating slot faster.
She barely heard the sound of Ralph moving across the room over the blanketing sound of her panting and groaning. Besides, it wouldn't have mattered to her anyway-in the state she was in. She heaved her cunt lips against Mickey's mouth and felt her cunt stretch open, pulled by the boy's frantic fingers to make room for his fantastic tongue.
It was the first time Annie had ever had a tongue in her sex hole. And she knew it would be the best time. She twisted her ass and rose to even greater heights when she felt Mickey's tongue slide past her pussy and up between her buttocks and rap against her asshole.
The boy's tongue in her behind was unbelievably erotic. She moaned and flailed her hips back and forth, twisting and quivering. His tongue paused on the very rim of her asshole, teasing her, and then plunged in like a bar of molten steel.
Sucking desperately on the boy's cock, Annie didn't even cry out. At the same time, Mickey had rammed two fingers violently into her convulsing cunt and she was flooded with sexual joy. She was coming. COMING. She was being split in half between her lush, beautiful thighs and it was tremendous.
At the same time, Mickey squealed. His cock throbbed and suddenly Annie's mouth was bulging with the hot flow of semen that she had to swallow with gusto. She was floating in an unnamed heaven. Her cunt throbbed with dull joy. Her mouth was filled with sweet, boyish semen and Annie was happy.
And then the light flashed on.
And Annie, seeing herself in the mirror, choked off a desperate scream of agony....
CHAPTER FIVE
Annie was mortified. There was no other word to describe it.
Ralph, the sweet dark-haired boy about fourteen or maybe only thirteen, stood at the light switch paralyzed by what he saw. Mrs. Brownwell was sprawled on the bed with Mickey, and she was half naked. Her dress was rumpled and twisted around her waist and her tits were free and her long, sexy legs were naked to her hips. She didn't even have on the skimpiest pair of panties.
But that wasn't what was paralyzing Ralph. It was the fact that her lips had been wrapped around Mickey's turgid pecker and Ralph could see the telltale marks of white cum on her juicy red lips and he knew Mrs. Brownwell had just sucked Mickey's pecker off until it exploded in a white hot fountain of sticky fluid.
Ralph hadn't ever done anything like it. He'd heard about such things, but the closest he'd ever gotten was jacking himself off in the darkness of the bedroom while he thought over what the other-older-boys had to say about sex.
It was shameful, what he was seeing. Ralph wanted to run home. But he couldn't with the big, growing lump forming in his pants. There was no way.
I was looking for you two," the little boy said lamely.
"Goddamn, get out and look for us somewhere else," Mickey growled at the boy.
"Where?" Ralph asked, bewildered. "I caught everybody else."
He couldn't take his eyes away from their entwined bodies. He licked his lips and stared again at Annie's gaping, hairy pussy like he had never seen one before.
Annie's scream of shrill protest died in her throat. What she saw in the mirror was enough to shock her into silence. Her dress tucked up around her waist and her naked pussy and tits were bad enough. But the fact that one little boy had caught her with another, older child doing a sixty-nine....
There was no explanation, Annie knew, that could really justify her behavior.
Mickey's soft prick folded against her cheek. She felt foolish as she sat up and noticed the boy's gaze going to the soft, soppy, gaping entrance of her pussy. Fear raced in waves through her body-and something else. She recognized it as excitement, anticipation.
"Ralphie," she said sweetly, "you won't tell anybody, will you?"
The boy looked at her blankly, his mouth hanging half open as if he didn't understand.
Annie squirmed and opened her legs wider. Her pussy pulled open with a wet smacking sound. Ralph's eyes automatically locked in on the target of her cunt lips.
"You could ... hide with me this next time," Annie said teasingly.
There was a light in the boy's eyes. He gulped and suddenly looked like he understood.
"Would you like to hide with me?" Annie smiled and spread her legs. "Would you?"
"Yeah," Ralph said. He gulped and his adams apple bounced. "I sure would, Mrs. Brownwell." He licked his lips again and his eyes returned to the hot insides of her thighs.
Quickly Annie slid off the bed and pulled her clothes on. Some of Mickey's gooey semen rolled down the inside of her leg; but she ignored that. "Get dressed," she ordered Mickey. The teenaged boy hurried to comply.
When they were ready, Annie smoothed her dress down her body with the flat of her hand and felt her hot palm pass over her still inflated and puffy sex mound. It reminded her of how good Mickey's cock had felt pushing in and out of it. How super good it had felt and she treasured that memory. It made her feel wonderful all over again.
"Remember, Ralphie," she said, "you won't say anything about this and you'll get to hide with me this time and we can have a lot of fun, can't we?"
The boy nodded eagerly. Annie wanted to nod, too. Ralph was a nice, innocent appearing boy with short brown hair and soft blue eyes and a wistful expression around his mouth that made Annie want to mother him. She couldn't help but wonder what his lips would feel like wrapped around her pulsating tit. Good, she told herself confidentially.
As they all went out of the room and groped their way down to the playroom, Annie was absolutely positive of one thing. She and Ralphie were going to have a great time together. And she only hoped they could find a good hiding place this time, because she wanted to make it really last with the sweet youngster who looked too young to fuck.
Fervently she hoped he wasn't too young. Because if he was, the way she felt she was going to have to make him grow up in a great big hurry. A real hurry.
Annie was smiling by the time she joined the other boys in the game room and she was pleased to see that Mickey didn't look very much different from when they were there last, and that she probably didn't, either. The other boys weren't suspicious and Ralph kept his mouth shut, so Annie knew everything was going to be all right. It really was.
It was Mickey's turn to be it and when Annie left the game room she smiled at her son, Jerry.
He smiled back at her. "This is really super fun, isn't it Mom?" he asked.
"Yes, it is, Jerry. I've got to admit, you kids really know how to have fun."
Then Jerry was gone and Annie was slipping through the darkened house and right behind her she could hear Ralph, keeping as close to her as she could in the darkness. They went through the dining room and Annie was relieved to hear her footsteps on the linoleum of the kitchen floor. The curtains iii the kitchen were thin and gauzy and a little light came in, just enough so Annie could make out the shape of Ralph's body as he stopped next to her.
"What are we doing in the kitchen, Mrs. Brownwell?" the boy asked. "There's no place to hide here. I looked already."
Annie put her arm out and rested her hand on Ralph's warm shoulder. She thought about sliding it down to his crotch and feeling the small, boyish bulge that she knew was there, and then decided against doing anything like that-yet.
"Come on, Ralph," she said conspiratorially. Annie opened the broom closet door and gestured the boy to go in ahead of her.
"Gee, it's dark in there, Mrs. Brownwell," he said doubtfully.
Annie slid her hand down his back to the tight, smooth roundness of his buttocks and urged the boy forward. She couldn't stop herself from taking the opportunity to slide her fingers between his legs and feel for the hot, taut swelling of his little balls from the rear.
She felt them, and Annie almost juiced on the spot. Her female lips were slick with her sex slot moisture and she imagined with excitement what the boy's cock would look and feel like once she had her hands on it. She pushed again and Ralph stepped into the broom closet, walking gingerly as if he was going to trip over something.
Annie stepped in behind him and immediately was squashed up against the boy. Her breasts pushed against his back and her pelvis pressed against his rounded buttocks.
Go in further," she commanded Ralph. "It's deeper than it seems."
Although the closet was barely wide enough for the two of them to walk forward, and they both brushed against towels and things hanging from the walls, it seemed to go on forever.
When they had gone far enough, Annie stopped Ralph by suddenly wrapping her arms around the boy's neck and crossing her arms across his chest to allow her hand to play with the full bulge of his genitals in front of him. She had to lay against him and press her breasts against his back until they were flattened out, but Annie enjoyed the feeling.
The broom closet was a freak of construction in the house. A miscalculation in the plans had left the two-and-a-half foot wide, six foot deep cavity where there should only have been a two foot deep closet for brooms and cleaning tools and Annie didn't think any of the boys groping around in it in the dark would step all the way inside. Besides, if Mickey did find them, Annie was sure that she could convince him to leave her alone with Ralph for a while. It wouldn't be too hard to do, she was sure.
"Hey," Ralph said uncertainly, "it sure is dark in here, isn't it?"
"It sure is," Annie whispered in his ear. She leaned against him in the dark and her fingers continued to play with his pecker and Annie could feel it growing harder and longer as her hand warmed it and pulled it and squeezed it. She wished she could see the boy's cock. She knew Ralph was the youngest of the boys at the party and his penis would be the most innocent. In her mind she imagined it being all white and pink and stiff, like a little kid's. And hairless.
Eagerly Annie unsnapped the front of his pants and dipped her fingers into his crotch. Her fingertips glided down his slick, smooth groin and slowed only when they encountered the hard projection of rigid flesh. Excitedly, her fingers encircled it.
Annie's cunt was throbbing with fierce desire. She'd been right. Ralph's prick was all but hairless and she knew she had to feel his sweet pecker gliding in and out of her hairy pussy. She had to.
"Turn around," she said. "And ... and take off your pants."
Ralph loved the hot feel of Annie's fingers on his cock and when they loosened, he hurried to comply with her instructions. He want-ed her to start feeling his pecker once again however she wanted to do it. It was the first time a girl had ever touched his rod and Ralph was sure of one thing-he liked it. And he didn't want it to stop. Not yet.
Annie hadn't put her panties back on and it only took her a moment to hike her skirt to the waist and guide the boy's fingers between her legs to feel of her sweltering cunt. She even rubbed his hand back and forth, starting his fingers to frigging her hole.
"That's what I like," she moaned. "Finger fuck my cunt. That's the way, Ralphie." Annie squirmed and pressed her soaking wet twat against the boy's eager fingers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned. "Stick your finger in my cunt. Stick it all the way up."
Ralph was ecstatic with Annie's instructions. His fingers burrowed around in the tight slick hole between Mrs. Brownwell's thighs. He could feel his own pecker throbbing in response to the firm feel of her twat gripping his fingers. He wished it was his pecker and not his fingers in her grasping cunt. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Please, Mrs. Brownwell, show me how to fuck. I've never done it before. Please, Mrs. Brownwell . .
Annie felt her heart reaching out to the boy. His plea was one of agony. It came from the depths of his soul. And it suited her own needs almost perfectly. She wanted to fuck him. In fact, she needed to feel his little peehole squeezed up her cunt and working wildly back and forth in her hot tunnel. She was throbbing and pulsating inside her hot twat so wildly she couldn't stand it a moment longer. Her cunt was pouring out its slick fluids.
Panting hard, Annie spread her legs as far as they would go. They bucked up against the narrow walls of the closet and she pulled Ralph to her in the darkness. His thighs hit against her legs. His knees pressed against her and even when he squeezed his own legs between Annie's nothing happened.
Annie brushed her hand down his front. She played with the velveteen softness of his cute little penis. And she pushed her pelvis forward to impale herself to the hilt on Ralph's wildly throbbing, flaming hot cock.
Her wet pussy lips rubbed lovingly against his shirt where it covered Ralph's upper belly. Her pussy hair thrust yearningly toward his cock, invisible in the darkness below.
Everything Annie did was intended to seat his cock in her cunt like a sword in its sheath. She wanted-she needed-the smooth, exciting feeling of the boy's pecker making the long glide up her sex tunnel.
Only as Annie's hips twisted and bobbed furiously, seeking the sweet invader, she knew it was futile.
The problem was, Ralph was too short-or Annie was too tall.
Annie couldn't get fucked unless they got together. And for that, Ralph needed a pair of elevator shoes....
CHAPTER SIX
"Wait," Annie panted. She twisted in the narrow closet and turned around in the pitch darkness until she was facing where the door was. Then she leaned forward and hiked her dress up around her waist.
It took Ralph only a moment to get his hands on her hot, naked butt and start squeezing and feeling her round, soft cheeks.
Annie trembled with suppressed excitement. She was glad the boy couldn't see her in the pervading darkness. She knew her ass was lewdly exposed, sticking up higher in the air than her head. She knew, too, that her cunt lips projected back between her thighs like an obscene, split hairy mound and it would have shocked the boy to have seen them.
She started at the sudden feel of the boy's hand rifling the hair on her pussy. The air was cool as he disturbed the layer of fur that covered her cunt. And her pussy juices had dampened the entrance to her snatch, making it twice as cool and sexy. It was like a cool hand running over her fevered flesh, calming it. Only Annie wasn't being calmed.
Cupping her round asscheeks, Ralph's hands ran all over Annie's butt and into the crack and even slid enticingly over the puckered anus between her cheeks. It convulsed and throbbed when his fingers touched it, and Annie was surprised at the heat of her own reaction. She wiggled her fanny impatiently and Ralph's fingers drifted on-downward.
The contact of his fingertips with the silky folds of flesh that guarded the opening of her vagina sent shivers drifting down Annie's backbone. That was what she wanted, that hot finger and she moaned softly for him to hear her. And then Ralph's finger had glided up the slot of her cunt and was sinking into the fleshy swamp of her sex hole.
"OooooooOOO."
The sound burst from Annie's lips. It was pure heaven feeling the boy's finger in her slot. She wanted more. A lot more. She was too hot to wait for him to build up to it.
"Fuck me," Annie demanded savagely. "Ram that cock of yours into my cunt, Ralphie. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee." She twitched her hips and luxuriated in the sensation of his finger plunging involuntarily into her pulsating fuck hole.
"I don't know how," the boy said mournfully. "Really, I don't."
Annie swayed uncertainly, her wide hips brushing uselessly against the sides of the closet. It was too big a confession. She was being consumed by hunger for the boy's smooth, slippery penis and he was telling her he didn't know how to fuck, how to fulfill her need.
Shakily she stabbed her hand back between her hot thighs and groped in the darkness until her fingers brushed against his stiff, pounding cock. She could tell by the feel that although Ralph didn't know what to do, he and his body were ready to do it.
The swollen crown of his pecker was already wet with pre-seminal juices as she guided it toward her ripe cunt lips. Ralph pressed forward until his belly was slapping against Annie's naked, upturned butt. And then she had him where she wanted him.
triumphantly, Annie steered the boy's rigid pecker into her sweltering cunt hole.
"Aaaaagghh," the boy groaned. The sound was wrenched out of his mouth as he automatically pressed himself tighter against the soft globes of Annie's ass while his prick sank between her hairy pussy lips like a hot knife through butter. The boy was experiencing a special kind of ecstasy. It was a million times better than jacking off. Her cunt lips were so soft and delightful around his jabbing pecker that Ralph wanted to let go right away.
Resolutely the boy restrained himself. He bit his lip as he resisted the fantastic pull of Annie's pussy muscles around his fiery prick. He could feel the hot fluid start to rise in the tube that ran through his cock but he willed it down. Ralph was only thirteen-but he knew enough that girls weren't interested in guys that shot them full of stuff in only a minute or two. They liked to ride men's cock for ever and ever. And Ralph suspected that Mrs. Brownwell might be disappointed if he shot too fast and had to stop too soon.
Besides, Ralph wasn't only thinking of Annie's desires. The boy stirred his penis around in the soggy depths of Annie's cunt and was overwhelmed by the buttery feel that seemed to swirl around his fuck tool. It made him wonder if she hadn't sucked his pecker into her mouth and was tonguing it until the boy couldn't stand it anymore.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Annie chanted in a kind of frenzy. She twitched her butt and felt the boy's long, slender penis slipping around in the slimy grasp of her cunt. She pushed back harder and harder against his probing meat. She wanted it shoved up her twat all the way. She wanted him to split her in half with his virile young pecker. She wanted to stretch and stretch and stretch around it until she was going to be torn open.
Harder and harder Annie flailed her hips back, impaling her shamefully exposed cunt on the hard nail of Ralph's penis. She sank her passion pit around his cock until it hit bottom and his hard, round balls were bouncing against her vagina opening and sometimes knocking on the tender nubbin of her clitoris.
But it was no use. Annie swayed her hips back harder and harder.
"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," she gasped with each lunge of her beautiful soft buttocks against his hard, young body. His pecker zipped in and out of her slit with startling speed. But it was almost like Annie couldn't really feel it. There was enough heat and movement to tease her. The in and out sliding of his pecker in her sex slit was like a hungry man nibbling on Jello. It whet her appetite to have something bigger, more substantial ramming her blatantly exposed cock box. She wanted to be fucked bigger and harder so it almost hurt. She wanted a pecker pushing in and out of her swollen cunt lips until it brought tears to her eyes and stretched her gushy cunt muscles until they hurt.
And then she remembered the funny feeling his finger had had against her throbbing, writhing asshole....
Annie knew some women took peckers in their butts. She'd even thought of it before, but never seriously. She knew her asshole was too small. Besides, it was a terrible thought to stick something-some man's cock up there and ream out her backside.
But, not for the first time, thinking about doing it started a wild tremor in her tail.
Ralph was oblivious to Annie's unsatiated hunger. His penis was sliding wonderfully in the greasy chute of Annie's vagina. He didn't want it to be anyplace else. His pecker head was on fire from nudging against the resistant, heated walls of her sex tunnel. His balls were swollen from pounding against her hairy cunt lips. Her cunt could have been tighter. If she hadn't fucked Mickey's big rod, it would have been. But Ralph didn't know that and as his prick slipped and slid through the gooey debris of Mickey's semen and her sex juices, the boy thought he was getting the tightest, greatest ride in the world.
The boy was jabbing his slender wand in and out of Annie's slit and then, suddenly, it was waving in the air. The cool air of the night was all that circled it, that stroked it.
Ralph was frantic. The boy .didn't know what to do and he was filled with relief when he felt Annie's hot fingers wrap around his sex staff and guide it back to its target.
For a long moment, Ralph struggled and pushed as his cock head seemed to hang up against her hole. He was frantic to get it back inside her throbbing slot. He wanted the overwhelming warmth and sloppy wetness to engulf his pecker once again. He needed it. The hot surging of his juice had risen in his cock tube and he had felt on the verge of coming. He knew what that was. When he was jacking off, he was ready for that explosive moment when his hot seed spewed out of his penis end and splashed across the room. That's what he wanted and in his eagerness, Ralph was determined not to be cheated.
Urgently the boy flexed his hips. His fingers clawed at the jiggling round flesh of Annie's buttocks and then he lunged and jammed his pecker into her, all the way.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh," Annie cried as the burning, plunging length of the boy's cunt lubricated pecker ripped deep into her asshole....
It wasn't like her cunt. Not at all. Bent over and taking the lancing penis directly into her bowel, Annie could really feel it. There was a sharp burning around the entrance to her asshole and a fierce pressure along the length of her rectum. He couldn't move his cock an inch in the rear without sending electrical impulses racing through Annie's body.
I mustn't let him, Annie thought. I mustn't let him fuck my asshole. It's dirty and shameful. Her moralizing would have been more effective, though, if the boy hadn't suddenly started jazzing his pecker in savage delight in and out of her impaled asshole.
"Oh, oh, oh," Annie groaned breathlessly as each stab of his hips sent his cock sliding up her asshole with railway express speed. It was better than her cunt, she told herself wildly. A million times better. Annie couldn't resist the savage assfucking for long. Every movement of the boy's hips had an equal reaction in her crotch and she was completely at the mercy of her feelings and emotions. "More," she said. "More, more, MORE, MORE!" She humped back furiously, twisting Ralph's pecker in her hot rectum.
She was getting there. Her climax was building in her toes and she was getting set to orgasm. All it would take, she knew, was a hot stroke or two in her asshole and she'd be there. And she was amazed. She couldn't believe that she was going to come because of a penis sliding in and out of her butt hole. But she was. She WAS.
Annie gasped a deep breath of air, feeling it fill her lungs and spread the oxygen through her body like alcohol, making her giddy, making every nerve ending hypersensitive. She was getting ready for the crucial strokes when it happened....
The closet door was flung open and the dim light from the kitchen flooded the depths of the closet and a head poked in and a voice said amiably, "Well, here you are."
And then the flashlight clicked and Annie cried out sickly.
"Just a minute," Mickey said. Then he stepped into the closet and in the light of the flashlight Annie could see that he was unbuttoning the front of his pants and holding out his penis for her. For her!
She wanted to tell him, No, that she wouldn't do that. Not now.
But she looked at the stiffening piece of meat. It was so long and firm and sweet looking she couldn't very well refuse it. Hesitantly, Annie opened her lips and with her hands bent it a little so the smooth, fruity head popped into her mouth and she was savoring the taste as it washed through her entire mouth.
The light flashed out and she was left in the dark with Ralph's slender cock rammed up her sweet, aching asshole and with Mickey's massive prick in her mouth, stretching her lips.
"Please. Please, Mrs. Brownwell, move your ass," Ralph pleaded. "I want to come, Mrs. Brownwell, or I'll explode. Honest. Please, please...."
Annie hesitated only for a moment, and then she was bucking her hips up and down and her head just naturally seemed to bob up and down too on Mickey's hard pecker. She, too was only strokes away from coming. And when Mickey bent down and his fingers wrapped around her loose hanging tits and stroked her hot nipples, Annie was that much closer to orgasm. Closer and closer. Harder and harder her butt pounded back swallowing Ralph's cock until she was literally raping the young boy. And then her lips were biting down, her asshole was clenching tightly around Ralph's pecker, and she knew she was coming for real. Her whole being was experiencing the ultimate pleasure.
Mickey sensed it before it happened and his fingers cruelly squeezed her dangling breasts and diamond hard nipples sending a fantastic surge of sexual excitement rolling through her whole body as she-felt Ralph's endless semen pouring into her rectum, spraying hotly inside her. Like explosive surf against the rocks.
At the same time, Mickey's pecker erupted in her mouth and a fresh flow of gooey white stuff plopped into her mouth and inundated her taste buds.
Annie was being lifted to ecstasy on the spurting cocks of two virile teenagers.
The magic chariot ride to heaven was almost too much for her. Her whole body trembled in sympathetic response to the waves of feeling that consumed her body. She was absorbed by the shock waves of feeling that made her nerves twitch even after Mickey's cock fell out of her mouth and Ralph's slender, loveable penis pulled from her rectum with a soft plop.
"You're the last ones," Mickey said proudly. "I managed to find all the others first." He opened the closet door and let them out into the kitchen.
Annie stumbled as she came out of the closet. The tile floor seemed to wave under her feet and the ceiling swam dizzily above her head. She had a hard time listening to what Mickey was saying. It buzzed in and out of her head like a loud fly.
"This time it's Jerry's turn to look," Mickey was saying. "So we'll go back and then hide together. I've got a place he'll never find us, Mrs. Brownwell."
Annie pulled herself together. "No," she said.
"But ... but, we've got to," Ralph said. "I'm still hot."
"No," Annie repeated. She shook her head and knew she had to stick to that. She could just see the three of them hiding somewhere, fucking lasciviously when her son found them, intertwined. How could she ever face her family after that? She couldn't. And, besides, Annie knew she was all fucked out. It had never happened before and was probably just a temporary mood. But she knew she had to take advantage before her insatiable hunger was back on her.
She didn't want to have her son find her with her naked legs wrapped around his teenaged friend's body perhaps while Ralph was plugging her asshole or her mouth and spurting his semen in her and on her. She couldn't face that.
"No," she said and she straightened her dress and went back into the game room and announced even before Mickey and Ralph had gotten into the room that she was sick and was going to have to go to bed.
The boys groaned, but Jerry smiled at her. "It's all right, Mom," he said when she tried to apologize for ruining his party. "It was a stupid game anyway."
Annie left then and went up to her bedroom and locked the door and drifted off into a dream troubled sleep as she heard the boys leaving the house....
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Annie got out of bed in the morning, her husband was snuggled up against her, his butt pushing warmly against her hip. It felt good. Secure. She wanted to shake him and make love to him. She wanted him to blot out the awful memory of the previous night with the point of his pecker stirring around in the depths of her cunt.
But she didn't. Annie was too torn by guilt and recriminations to wake Arthur.
My God! she thought to herself. I didn't douche. Suppose he rammed his penis into me and felt all that goo? Suppose he realized he was fucking in somebody else's play pen?
Annie shivered with sudden fear. He might forgive her-and he might not.
Hurriedly she rushed into the bathroom and filled the douche bag with warm, soapy water. Shedding her clothes-her nightie and her panties-she hung the bag and gently inserted the plastic end into the almost dry lips that guarded her vaginal opening.
"Ooooo." She quivered as she felt the first warm surge of soapy water welling up into her uterus. It was delightful-so tender and soothing it was like she was rubbing her insides with baby oil. Annie couldn't say how much she loved it. It was too good.
In a sort of wild ecstasy, she squirmed her butt around on the toilet seat, twisting the plastic end in her hairy pussy like a hard finger. The sudden passion literally engulfed her brain and body and made her hips buck. She was fucking the nozzle of the douche bag.
"God ... I ... was ... right," she mumbled to herself as she gritted her teeth and tried to get the plastic to do the one thing it couldn't do-turn into a real life prick.
The water filled her insides and weighted her down. She was all sloppy and wet inside, practically seasick, and the nozzle intensified her feelings. She was rising to the edge. It didn't take much to push her to the edge, but once there, Annie couldn't do it. She couldn't go over in the searing, flaming leap that would complete her orgasm.
Harder and harder she stabbed her nozzle up her twat. Harder! Still she couldn't get relief. She had been right. If she'd given in to the boys again, she couldn't have stopped. Not ever. She would have had youthful peckers jabbing in her hot box all through the night until she couldn't move for the wonderful feeling that lanced through her.
"Annie?" The rapping had stopped on the bathroom door.
Annie froze in sudden confused shame. Her twat begged for attention while her brain worked wildly, trying to put her back together....
The voice was Arthur's and Annie imagined him standing by the bathroom door, naked, listening to the strange sounds she was making while he tried to get in. He could think she was hurt from the sounds. Maybe she could pretend to have had a fit.
"Yes, Arthur?" Annie was proud of herself. Her voice hadn't quavered.
"Aren't you done yet? I've got to take a pee, darling."
Flustered, Annie yanked at the toilet paper and pulled a big gob off. "In a minute, darling," she said. She patted her cunt dry with the toilet paper after removing the plastic nozzle. Then she pulled her panties back up her legs, aware of her body's reaction to the snug feel of nylon around her distant-feeling pussy lips. Even when she opened the door, she knew she was still painfully horny and there was no way she could even stem the feeling.
"You took your time," Arthur said. He winked at her lasciviously.
Annie forced a smile to her lips and arched her naked breasts for his inspection. For a woman her age, she had a marvelous pair of jugs. They were full without being flabby. Her breasts were rounded instead of bottle-shaped the way some women went after having babies. Her nipples were hard, brown-red diamonds topping each soft mound.
Arthur licked his lips and Annie examined her husband in turn. He had black, tousled hair that wouldn't comb and a mat of black hair on his chest and between his muscular thighs. His skin was dark and stretched tautly over the muscles of his chest and belly and slid down his groin.
It was Annie's turn to lick her lips. Sticking straight up out of the thatch of fur at his ' crotch was her husband's dick. It was a beautiful thing. Solid and just as muscular as the rest of Arthur's body it evoked old memories in Annie. She remembered how it had plowed numerous times in the short furrow between her legs, how he had dug deeper and deeper. And the feeling she had when he was so deep he was tearing her apart.
"Is it a pee-hard?" she asked him, almost holding her breath for the answer.
Arthur winked. "It's too hard to pee with," he told her jauntily.
"Is it too hard to do something else?" Annie smiled, but her eyes didn't leave his beautiful cock. It seemed to swell under her gaze even though she didn't touch it.
"It's never too hard for that, baby," Arthur said. It was his turn to smile.
"Well," Annie slid past him toward the bed, Her breasts pressed against his chest, flattening on his pectoral muscles, her nipples sharpened and dragged like nails across his skin. "What are you going to do about it, darling?" She slid into bed.
Her husband turned away from the bathroom and followed her to the bed where he stood looking down at her. His eyes sparkled as they ran over her soft curves and caressed her warm body. Finally they focused on the bulging crotch band of her panties.
"Is that all you're going to do, Arthur? Just look?" Annie spread her legs.
"Hardly. What is it that you have in mind, sweetheart?"
"We might get further faster if you'll start by warming me up." Annie opened her arms and spread her body out on the bed like an offering to be scooped up and carried away.
Arthur didn't do that, exactly. He looked at his wife's tempting, lovely body and grinned and then he got to his knees beside the bed. His hands began caressing her, starting at her shoulders and working their way down across the smooth curves of her tits over the concave of her belly. When his fingers hit her panties, he stopped.
"Keep going," Annie murmured. She didn't want him to stop. She was too turned on. Every muscle in her body was twitching from repressed desire. Annie wanted him to plunge against her, to rub his fingers over her sex hot pussy, to cool the fantastic itch in her crotch. She arched her back and offered her tits up to him-as a gift.
"What do you want, baby?" His fingers played with her belly button.
"Take ... take my panties off," Annie responded. "Take them off."
"Like this?" Arthur's fingers hooked in her waistband and slowly stripped the panties down her smooth, long thighs.
"Ahhhhhhhaaaa," Annie sighed. The moist crotch band peeled away from her cunt lips and it was a sensual feeling as it did. It was a feeling that Annie enjoyed fully.
The panties were whisked off her legs and over her feet and then Arthur was back, leaning over her pelvis. His eyes were trying to penetrate the thick hair over her snatch. His fingers riffled the moist hair and exposed the bare flesh underneath.
With anybody else, Annie would have died of shame. But her husband's touch was so reassuring that she managed to lie still, even though she knew he was staring at her most secret places. Even though he was fucking her with his eyes.
"Do it to me, Arthur." She licked her wet lips. She was waiting for the next step. The one that started that wonderful tingling in her soppy cunt. It was the height of her life to feel that. And Arthur knew how to do it so that she really enjoyed it.
"Do what, darling?" His voice was innocent and bewildered.
"Touch it. Stick your ... your dirty old finger up my pussy and swirl it around and warm my cunt up. You know what I want you to do," she said.
Arthur's voice was teasing. "All right, darling," he said. "If you wish."
Annie squinted her eyes closed and let her breath out in a spontaneous whoosh. His finger had suddenly jabbed against her clenched cunt lips and the wished-for stroking was heavenly. She squirmed her butt on the bed as his fingertips traced the tight groove between her aching cunt lips. Slowly he started to worm his finger into her naked box.
"Ooooooo," Annie cried. Part of her wanted to run away. What was happening was evil and lecherous. It was broad daylight and she was letting her husband have his way with her naked body and she was loving every instant of it. In fact, Annie's biggest problem was keeping her ass still enough for Arthur to do it right.
His finger hooked in her snatch and twisted and turned eagerly between the hot, slick walls of her sex. Her hips humped up and drove his finger harder into her hungry cunt. Annie was so hot her pussy was ready to swallow anything. As long as she could get it rammed up her snuffling hole, she would fuck it. Practically anything.
"How do you like that, darling?" Arthur whispered to her. His finger was a blur as he jacked it in and out of her cunt. She spread her legs to make room for his fast moving fingers and tightened her snatch down around his digit. It was feeling so good down there that her hips twisted and pressed back against his diving finger as she sought more and more of it fucking into her.
"Give it to me, honey," Annie whispered between sobs. She humped her ass and impaled her soft, juicy snatch on his probing finger. "Give it to me," she sobbed. "You know. Give me the other thing. Please, Arthur. I really need it now."
"What other thing?" he asked innocently. His fingers in her snatch slowed.
Annie raised her head and looked past her naked breasts at the puffy mound of her snatch and the dark intruder his arm was, his fingers bunched and shoved into her love hole. Somehow that made it seem even better.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You know," she said hoarsely. "Your tongue. Stick your tongue up me."
Annie fell back onto the bed groaning in ecstasy. Arthur's fingers had started knifing in and out of her stretched cunt and being able to see his fingers stretching her wet, juicy opening up was squirmy. Seeing those fingers made it seem like each one was attached to a particular nerve between her legs and as they moved he was playing her like a guitar.
Annie's cunt was feverish. And then she felt the coolness of lips. They were gliding down the soft front of her lower body toward the hairy defense of her cunt. Closer and closer it got and she twitched her hips, rolling the redlined mounds of her cunt up at his nose, as if she could hurry him up. Faster, she thought. FASTER.
She wrapped her fingers around her husband's naked shoulders and squeezed hard. She had a grip. She was ready for what was going to happen-she thought.
And then Arthur's tongue stroked across the hard bump of her clitoris. Annie convulsed. Everything seemed to drop out through the escape hatch of her twat and leave her with a sudden vacant feeling. Her fingers clawed into Arthur's shoulders.
"Tongue fuck me," she moaned. "Tongue fuck me, Arthur. Give it to me. Stick that wet, slimy beautiful tongue up my twat. Oh, I need it, darling, I really do."
Annie squirmed in anticipation and then finally she felt it. His tongue was curled and stiff and it wrapped gracefully around the lips of her cunt even as she shoved her crotch up at him. "Lick it," she screamed. "Tongue fuck it, darling. Do it for me."
Her hands thrashed about and finally her right hand caught the firm out-thrust spear of cock flesh next to her. Eagerly she began jacking her hand up and down on it, crudely but efficiently stoking the flames of her husband's own desires.
He groaned and his mouth engulfed her whole vulva. His teeth nipped cunningly and hard at the bobbing pink head of her clitoris. His tongue sought the juicy pink slot and pushed into her crack and dug almost full length into her vagina.
Annie squealed. It was like having a long snake in there. A snake that twisted and turned and stretched her open and sucked out every pungent drop of fluid in her twat.
Although her hips bobbed frantically up and down, Annie could not force her husband to tongue-fuck her hard enough to bring her to climax.
Her grasp tightened on her husband's pecker. He was hot. Swelling with semen. "Harder. Harder," she gasped and stroked his penis with all her strength.
His soft, pink tongue flashed in and out of her hole. It had slurped away all the moisture and she was super-sensitized. It was a combination of velvet and sandpaper doing the motion between her cunt lips. She opened and closed her legs in a frantic effort to catch his tongue and force it to do what she wanted it to do-to spear her cunt even harder.
Arthur wanted to. His whole focus was on his tongue sliding in and out of his wife's hairy pussy and it was beginning to fatigue him. He was afraid she wouldn't let up until he jazzed her into a mind-blowing climax. And if he got too tired, he'd have to do it.
But for the moment, Arthur was holding out. He wanted to shove his hot rod into her cool twat. He'd married Annie fifteen years earlier knowing that he'd never see or suck a more beautiful pussy on a woman. It seemed crass thinking it, but after fifteen years he was still in love with the woman he married-despite her sexual hangups.
Launching his sloppy tongue into her grasping cunt, Arthur made a face. Any other psychologist would call him a liar. He didn't know any who hadn't been divorced at least once and most more than that. And sometimes he felt guilty, too.
Pressing his face against his wife's soft, quivery lower belly and inhaling the ripe odor of her cunt, Arthur wondered if he couldn't cure her problem faster if he had her go to somebody else. A psychologist who treated himself or his family had a fool for a practitioner. He knew that. And yet, what they went through was so confidential and sensitive he didn't know if they could go to anybody else. It was too traumatic....
"Fuck me, Arthur," Annie moaned. She had finally given up her effort to feel his tongue bring her to a surging climax. Her hands had wrapped themselves securely around his ears and she was pulling his head up her body.
Arthur's wet lips trailed up the length of her body. They touched her tense breasts and flipped her extended nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and chewed on it for a moment, pulling it like taffy and making her breast stretch excitingly.
And then he was sliding on the bed, his knees between hers and his hands catching her legs and bucking them up until she was folded in half with her ankles on his shoulders. They both liked it that way. He felt between their bodies and separated the sticky lips of her fully swollen cunt. Her pussy stuck out-defiant and ready for him. He moved tight behind her upswept thighs and leaned forward to press his lips down against his wife's and he knew he was going to experience fucking the way it was really intended to be.
Annie was ready, too. Her heart was pounding so hard in her breast she was afraid it would burst. There was no turning back. She was helpless in this position and it was just like being wrapped-there wasn't a single thing she could say or do that would change the inevitable, so she could lean back literally and enjoy being screwed in the cunt.
Her husband's hot lips descended on hers and then his tongue was worming its way between her clenched lips and at the same time his cock was penetrating her tight cunt.
"Mmmmmpphh," she mumbled around his probing tongue.
It was a wonderful feeling. She was being penetrated at both ends at once and she wanted it to happen. There was nothing quite like it. It reminded her of Ralph and Mickey....
That's dirty, she thought wildly. Comparing my husband's tongue in my mouth to a teenaged boy's tongue in my cunt is low, shameful. It's filthy and evil and I ... I won't do it.
Annie's resolve wavered, however, when Arthur's tongue began sliding in and out of her mouth to the same rhythm of his cock slipping in and out of her hairy cunt. She heated up inside and the faster she went the hotter she got. In and out. In and out. She knew he was going to explode inside her. His pecker would fill her cunt with his burning hot fluid. His cock would stroke a fire into the pit in the middle of her swampy crotch.
But Annie realized that she also wanted the tongue in her mouth to change form and become a prick. There was something better about two virile pricks being in her at one time. And right now, Annie felt she could fuck forever and ever. And it didn't work that way with Arthur. One fuck in the morning and he was done all day. He was older and she knew it wasn't fair to be always comparing-wanting his sex hunger to match hers. But she couldn't stop herself from doing it. That was almost all she thought about anymore.
The rhythm had gotten to her. Annie's butt squished back and forth as she slid her slot on and off of his peter. For that, she was thankful. Her husband's cock was more than adequate. She felt it inside her cunt and she couldn't claim she was being cheated. It scraped her open from wall to wall and each movement inside her vagina was a wrenching, beautiful experience. When Arthur fucked, she knew she was being properly and truly fucked.
"Faster," she sighed when his tongue came out of her mouth.
Arthur was quick to comply. His hips sped up like machines. His pelvis pounded frantically against her crotch. His huge pecker shifted in and out of her cunt at fantastic speed. The head was tearing her cunt walls apart and the sensation was driving Annie out of her head.
Faster, faster, she screamed in her head, lifting her hips for a better angle.
Arthur thudded in and out of her with unbelievable authority. She felt each lunge.
"Now," Arthur panted. "Get ready to come-nowwwwww," he moaned.
He lunged hard against her and Annie almost swooned as the full length of that monster penis sheathed itself to the hilt in her inflamed cuntal hole. He didn't move but ground against her body, twisting and turning his pecker in her slot like he was trying a key in a lock. Only for Arthur it was even better.
His cock was swelling and growing more and more sensitive. It seemed that he could feel every fold in his wife's cunt with his cockhead. He twisted it around and then he was floating on a plunging column of semen.
"I'm cominggggg," he yelled. And then his hot juice was shooting out of his balls and through the long tube of his penis to spray inside his wife's warm, fleshy uterus.
"Ahahahaha," Annie wailed as she felt his sexual tide burst inside her cunt.
She felt like she had been shot inside with buckshot. And it was an incredibly good feeling that pervaded her entire being and made her ache for more semen-and more cock.
Arthur pumped desperately against her and then sagged away from her, his pecker limp and dangling between his legs after it slid out of her slimy cunt.
"Did you like it?" he asked her softly, tenderness in his voice.
Annie dropped her stiff legs from the upraised position they'd been in and wrapped her arms around her husband. "I loved it, darling. I'll always love it-every time we do it."
"I hope so, darling." Arthur kissed her and rolled over on the bed and closed his eyes.
Annie knew the signs. He was getting ready to go to sleep again.
"There's something I want to tell you," she suddenly blurted out.
"What's that, baby?" he mumbled. "Is it important?"
Annie wanted to scream out "of course it's important." But she clamped her lips shut. If nothing else, Arthur had taught her discretion : think three times before talking once. It saved a lot of words, he always told her. And he was one hundred percent right.
Annie shook her head. What was she going to say? That she had played fun and games with two of her son's teenaged friends? Society could put her in jail for that. It was dangerous. And even though Arthur was a psychologist and shared some of her problem with her, Annie wondered if he could really take anything she heaped on him.
Like Saying, last night I sucked off this boy with a big cock while this other little boy jabbed his pecker into my asshole. I enjoyed it. Tremendously. Does that mean I'm a little perverted, Arthur? Somehow, Annie had the feeling that that type of thing wouldn't make things a whole lot better between her and Arthur. Christ! She hadn't ever let Arthur near her asshole, even though she suspected it was one of his secret compulsions to fuck her there. Several times he had made overtures in that direction.
Annie stared down fondly at her husband, her eyes sweeping down to his naked pecker. It was big even in repose. And hard he was a lot bigger than Mickey. A lot bigger.
Thoughtfully, Annie rubbed her asshole and slid a finger into the hot gap. Inside she was all hot and mucky feeling. Her finger had gone in easily enough and the feeling was sort of pleasant. But it didn't really turn her on. Not the way Ralph's pecker had. She remembered with fondness that long, slender wand jabbing up her butt and somehow she was all turned on again. Even her cunt was watering furiously. It was really funny that she couldn't finger fuck her own asshole. But then, she couldn't tickle herself either, so she didn't have the right to expect everything would go her way.
"Wha ... what was it you wanted to say?" Arthur groaned as he slipped half out of sleep and regained a measure of consciousness.
"You have to get in to the office today. It isn't a weekend, you know."
"It isn't?" Arthur was sitting straight up in the bed, stark naked. "I've got appointments," he said. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Not waiting for an answer, Arthur hurried into the bathroom, his semen smeared cock dangling gaily in front of him like a loose hung bell. "Get me my clothes, will you hon?" he called out as she heard the shower running.
Damn, Annie thought to herself as she collected her husband's clothes, maybe that would have helped. Maybe ... just maybe if he stuck that elephantine prick of his up her tight rectum it would drive out all thoughts of fucking little boys.
Annie carried his underwear and pants and shirt to the bathroom and opened the door. A billowing cloud of steam came out of the shower and wetly caressed her naked body. She hung the clothes, and then walked to the shower stall and opened the door.
"What do you want, honey?" Arthur was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and he looked at her in surprise. A light started in his eye. She was still naked and her beautiful body was enough to turn any man on. He smiled. "Want to come in?"
A crazy tingle surged through Annie's body. Without saying a word, but holding her breath, she stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind her.
"This is more like it," Arthur said softly. He put his arm around her.
Annie quivered all over as the hot water poured down in a small rain of hot drops, sensitizing her skin. Then her husband's arm enfolded her and his fingers cleverly ran around her chest and slipped upward to cuddle her boob.
"Kiss me," she said hotly. That wasn't what she'd wanted to say. She'd wanted to tell him to fuck her in the ass. That she wanted his fat, long pecker poking up her petite behind as he gave her an assfuck that would threaten to tear her completely apart.
Unfortunately, her resolve was too late. Arthur had bowed his head and his lips covered hers. His hot tongue wormed its way between her lips and into the steamy vastness of her mouth and Annie was overcome with passion. Her nipples distended and his fingers squeezed and crushed one. Her pussy seemed to get loose and flabby, bigger. In just a moment her whole body had heated up and Annie was a whimpering mass of sexual readiness.
She didn't have the will to say, "No." She couldn't even tell him about her resolution to give him what he wanted, her beautiful soft, voluptuous ass to fuck. His tongue was in the way. She sucked eagerly on it, just like it was a ready to spout cock, and wiggled with delight as his knees forced her thighs open.
Then Arthur was dragging her body against his and his hand was playing with the soft puff of pussy hair between her legs. His fingers were squeezing her cunt lips, playing with the soft, greasy flesh and stirring her to a white-hot sexual heat.
"Yes," she groaned, pulling her head back. "Yes, yes, yessssss."
The shower water beat on them both as Arthur backed Annie against the cool shower tiles. His pecker rubbed enticingly against her lower belly and above-even above her cute, puckered belly button.
She felt it and disjointedly wondered if his cock went that high up inside her. She knew it had to. Even higher. And the realization started a whole new series of wild feelings throbbing through her insides. She knew he was going to fuck her with that prick and jam it up her cunt and twist it around inside her vagina and the thought was sheer deliciousness to Annie. That's what she wanted, all right. Gone was her desire to be fucked in the ass.
"Now," she moaned, squeezing against her husband. "Give it to me now."
His hand fiddled between their bodies, and then Annie cried out in delight.
She felt the first prodding of his massive cock head between the soft, spread lips of her hairy pussy. It felt too big to get in. It was a monstrous intruder and she couldn't take it all, she was sure of that. Vainly she tried to pull back, to get away from it in time.
Her soft, round buttocks nakedly struck against the tiled walls of the shower and a fine spray of hot water hit her breasts. Each spatter of water seemed like a fine needle drumming against her engorged nipples, stirring them to full, aware erection.
And then Arthur was going into her dark sex tunnel with his penis.
Inch by resolute inch Annie felt the long, stiff rod of his pecker slide into her cunt. His rough skin grated pleasingly against the tight lips of her pussy, inflaming the reddened insides even more. Her cunt muscles clamped down tightly around his cock, but inside she was smooth and slick, like silk and velvet and butter.
"Uhhhhhh," Arthur gasped. His pecker had slid to the end of her tunnel and pounded into her with the force of a spike. She was totally impaled on his hard cock and she loved it.
Annie was delirious about the dick rammed up her tight slot. It felt soooo good she couldn't begin to put herself back together. Automatically, she moved her hips and began the almost ritual fucking movements. Sometimes, she thought, what she needed was to find a way to draw sex out longer-to make it last. Screwing her cunt up and down on her husband's cock was too fast. She always came before she was ready-and so did he.
Furiously Arthur pounded his sex rod into her convulsing cunt.
Harder, harder, harder. Annie writhed under his fierce attack, crying with ecstasy as his plunger rammed in and out of her bottomless pit. She was pouring fluid from every pore as she lubricated the shining length of his cock as it thrust into her.
"More, deeper, more, deeper," she chanted as he fucked her thoroughly.
"That's it, baby," Arthur groaned in her ear. "That's the way to fuck."
Every time his pecker plunged into her slot, Annie's ass bounced off the tile and shoved it an extra fraction deeper into her hole. The action was driving them both wild. Annie couldn't control her frantic impulses to fuck. She had to have his cock in her. All of it stabbing and banging in her hole until his pelvis smacked against her puffy vaginal lips as they squeezed up around his pecker and sent a fresh thrill vibrating through her body.
"Oh, yes. Yes. YESSSSS," Annie screamed full strength from the bottom of her lungs. "Yes, yesssss, yesssssss. Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Fuck MEEEEEEE."
Her hips writhed and twisted frantically against her husband's body. She felt his cock inside her flesh hole bending and sliding, lighting the inside of her tunnel on fire. Annie was being consumed by the heat of her own passion and she couldn't stop.
"I'm commmmmmming," Arthur moaned in her ear, pressing against her.
His pecker drove a fraction of an inch deeper, poking against her tender insides, and then he released his semen in a tremendous flood of goo that welled up her canal like boiling water and steamed the inside of her cunt to a fantastic degree. His cock jerked and throbbed and poured more stuff inside her and Annie squealed happily.
She was coming too. Her insides were collapsing into a molten mass of sex flesh. Her cunt constricted down to a tiny opening as she throbbed and burned with the force of his ejaculation inside her channel. Even as her husband's cock shrunk and softened and drew out of her, her own pussy sucked on it and tried to keep it inside of her body.
"Ooooh, that was wonderful," she said weakly. She leaned back from Arthur and let the hot shower water spray both their bodies and wash the sweat and the semen and her own cum down the drain. "I loved that, Arthur," she said softly.
"Me too, darling." Arthur caressed her with a bar of soap and then pulled away and briskly rubbed himself down. "I've got to get going," he said and stepped out of the shower. "Stay here and have a good shower and then go back to bed." He winked at her.
"Arthur...." she began uncertainly.
"Later," he said gaily. "Tonight. I'm late as it is already."
CHAPTER NINE
Getting out of the shower after her husband had left the house, Annie rubbed herself down with a fuzzy terrycloth towel. Her body ached from the pounding of his penis in her cunt, but she was still unsatisfied.
What's wrong with me? She threw herself down on the bed and practically sobbed.
The trouble was, and Annie knew it, she had the classical symptoms of nymphomania-but not the usual, underlying causes. Arthur was trying. She knew that. He did everything possible to help her, from satisfying her needs to forgiving her transgressions.
Only, she shivered when she thought about what her transgression had been.
Boys-practically children, really-and she had lured them into sexual relationships that any judge and jury would think was improper. Annie wanted to cry. How could her own husband forgive her for what she had done when she couldn't forgive herself.
She was unable to stop herself from rolling nude into the bed and thinking about the boys. She could still remember how Mickey's cock had looked when Ralph turned the lights on in the bedroom. It had been so pure and innocent looking. Closing her eyes, Annie was able to visualize exactly what it had looked like.
He had been sparsely haired. His penis wasn't as hairy at the base as Arthur's was, even though the boy's pubic hair had made a good start in his crotch. That was one of the things she noticed. The absence of pubic hair when she sucked the boy's dick. And then the skin of his cock had been so clean looking. His skin had an almost translucent-healthy glow about it. It was pale and the blood pounding under the surface gave it a pink tint and there weren't any wrinkles in his skin. His glans had been a beautifully formed, ruddy mushroom sprouting from the end and Annie licked her lips, thinking about it.
Even now, after all that had happened, she imagined the taste still lingered on her lips. He had smelled so good, and then the wondrous taste of his cum had been like an aphrodisiac. Annie trembled, gripped by the strength of her recollection.
"This won't do," she said out loud to herself. "Get a grip on yourself, Annie."
Giving her ego a firm shake to keep it in place, Annie got out of bed and took a yellow two-piece bikini bathing suit with large blue polka dots from her dresser and put it on.
For a long moment she stood in front of the mirror staring at herself. She had a hard time believing that the events of the past twenty-four hours didn't make themselves visible on her skin or on her body. It was astounding to Annie that the smooth, golden tan of her skin hadn't discolored. She hadn't broken out in pimples and the striking good looks of her face weren't disturbed by some horrible blemish. She just didn't look like a child-fucker and strange as it seemed, to Annie it was as if she had been reprieved.
Glancing at herself again, this time to make sure that the tiny triangle of cloth that spanned her wide hips did its job and no stray tangles of pubic hair curled blackly from under the edge of her bikini panties to embarrass her, Annie decided she was ready for the swimming pool. But even as she turned away from the mirror, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder and admire the saucy sway of her pert buttocks.
Laying on the chaise lounge, Annie luxuriated in the sun baking into her skin and relaxing the tense muscles that seemed determined to tie her in knots. The water was a sparkling blue. Chlorine was a sharp but refreshing odor in the morning air.
She didn't know how long she stretched out in the reclining lounge, rolling on her side and feeling the stretchy plastic straps pressing against her boob. Sometimes she was awake and sometimes asleep. She remembered daydreaming about the bikini top slipping off her lush tit and the end of her breast pressing through the meshed straps. Throughout her troubled sleep, Annie had the same recurring dream, her naked tit sticking through something like a fence or a net and then she dreamt kids coming up to her and sucking her enlarged nipple. Her whole body was engulfed in the tingle she got from that. In her dream, her tit grew longer and bigger and more suckable-because she wanted it to. And in the same dream she was constantly confronted by peckers sticking back through the mesh at her-suckable, young, virile penises that she knew were loaded with hot white, tasty sperm.
"Nooooo," she cried out in her sleep. She thrashed about on the chaise lounge and rolled over until the sun was striking her straight in the face and then she woke up.
When she did, she almost fainted. Annie was no longer alone in the sun.
A dark, cool shadow fell over her face and when she looked up she could see a dark face outlined by the shifting sparkle of the sun flaring overhead like a halo.
"Who?" Annie started to say, raising her hand to shelter her eyes.
"It's just me, Mrs. Brownwell."
Annie felt it then, a persistent pleasant feeling at her crotch and she recognized what had awakened her: lust. Her eyes fell and followed the line of a bare arm down to her quivering crotch. She was surprised to see the fingers manipulating her twat through the crotch of the yellow and blue polka dot bikini panties. Surprised and dismayed.
"Don't ... stop that ... Mickey," she yelped. But it was too late for a mild reprimand.
A widening stain of moisture on the crotch of her panties gave Annie away. She was getting really warmed up. Mickey's fingers had done their work and she couldn't convince the boy that she didn't want him to do it to her. He knew better. Her cunt was telling him the truth-even if her mouth wasn't. It was hopeless to protest.
Annie relaxed and fell back on the lounge and let the feeling wash over her. After all, her backyard was private enough. It was surrounded by a solid six-foot redwood fence and if that wasn't enough, the neighbors on both sides had thick eight-foot Eugenia hedges growing on their sides of the fence. Arthur had often cursed the high shrubs for dropping their small rounded leaves over the fence and in the pool. But now Annie was glad of the extra touch of privacy. She knew she was going to let it happen. She couldn't help herself. It was the thing that was wrong with her, this soaring, building desire for sex.
"Don't, Mickey," she repeated. She almost whispered her protest.
"Gee, Mrs. Brownwell, we didn't get to finish at the party last night," the boy said.
"Last night was last night," Annie replied. She looked up at the boy and remembered how mature his penis had seemed the night before and it started a hunger in her again.
"Sure." The boy smiled. "And it sure was swell. And, I was thinking, there's a lot more we can do, Mrs. Brownwell. I even brought some pictures because no one knows all there is to know about fucking. I mean, I know you know a lot. But there's always more."
Annie struggled to sit up and get her crotch away from the boy's eager fingers. That was hard to do mostly because she felt so weak as her pussy lips slipped from between his tweaking fingertips. He wasn't holding her hard at all. She just couldn't seem to move.
"Stop that, Mickey."
"What?" the boy asked innocently. His fingers gliding over the hot insides of her thigh.
"That." Annie opened her legs slightly and his finger glided down the front of her bikini and rubbed the swollen knob of her clitoris through the cloth, causing her to writhe.
In a moment he's going to be finger fucking me, she thought aghast. In broad daylight in my own backyard. That's ... that's perverse and sinful and ... and Annie's rebellious thoughts trailed off. Her will was no match for the delightful throbbing that started in her cunt as the boy's fingers rolled under the hem of her panties and probed the naked flesh of her pussy underneath. She knew she was going to give in and let him fuck her. The worst part about it was she wasn't giving in to him-she was surrendering to herself.
"You said ... you had some ... pictures," she said, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah," Mickey replied thickly. His eyes were glazed and he was busy watching the movement of his fingers in Annie's slit. Most of the action was under her panties but occasionally the material rolled back and he could see everything. He caught his breath at the sight of his stiff finger pushing between her spongy cunt lips. It was a wonder to him that his finger could sink into her hairy pussy so easily and deeply and it didn't hurt her.
Mickey's penis got hard in his Levi's. The bulge rose in the front of his pants and while Mickey watched her crotch, Annie watched his. She licked her lips and tried to restrain herself-but the daydream that had plagued her sleep in the sun was too compelling. She had to see it again. To determine if Mickey's cock was as beautiful and sweet as she remembered it being. She just had to see it, no matter what, and she reached out with her hand. Instinctively, Mickey moved closer as if sensing her innermost desire.
Annie was breathing heavily by the time her fingers wrestled the stiff metal buttons of his fly open. The buttons even hurt her soft fingers. But when she succeeded she sucked in her breath and conceded the effort had been worthwhile. Mickey's cock jerked out through the opening she made and dangled in a soft arc in front of her innocent green eyes.
"Suck it," Mickey urged her. "Put your hot fucking lips around it and suck it, Mrs. Brownwell. It really feels groovy when you do that. And I'll suck your cunt for you too, if you do it, Mrs. Brownwell." Mickey was excited all over. He forced his cock on her.
At first, she told herself she just wanted to look. But that moment passed and Annie knew that she had to touch, too. Not just touch, but caress.
Her white fingers wrapped daintily around his projecting sex rod and squeezed and Mickey jerked his hips. A drop of clear, white cum rolled out of the end of his cock.
"That's it, Mrs. Brownwell," he gasped. "Jack it off. Jack it off and suck it."
No! Annie's conscience screamed at her. I can't do that. I can't do something so sinful Not here. Not like this, cheating on my husband, on my family. I can't.
Her fingers squeezed down on Mickey's dick until the boy was uncomfortable. His fingers jerked out of her wet snatch in his sudden confusion at the unexpected pressure.
Annie swung her legs off the chaise lounge and stood up. Mickey just stared at her.
"Go home," Annie almost sobbed. She pushed past the boy, feeling her hot skin brush against his, and then she was racing across the short span of hot cement and plunging off the side of the pool into the cool, refreshing water that beckoned to her.
As she hit the water, all Annie was sure of was that she was escaping. Perhaps she was getting away from Mickey-or herself. She wasn't sure. The issue was too complicated. But the swirl of cool, chlorinated water around her body helped to make everything right.
She broke the surface of the water and the heated air seemed like a blast furnace. Shaking her head, Annie sprayed water across the pool. It spattered the surface like shotgun pellets before she dived down again. That's it, she thought, cool it off. Cool my child fucking cunt off before I burn it up from overuse. Yes. That's what I need.
Indeed, the water flowing over her lust swollen breasts was doing its work. Even the water seeping through the crotch of her bathing suit was cutting the heat of her passion like a pleasurable knife. She spread her thighs wide, inviting the pool to work its way into her throbbing cunt and take the heat out of it.
I can turn it off, she thought exultantly. Cool cunt. That's what I need.
Floating to the surface, Annie smiled at Mickey standing hesitantly at the edge of the pool looking down at her. "You'd better go home, Mickey," she said. "That's the best thing. And come over whenever Jerry's here. He likes to see you around."
"But ... but, Mrs. Brownwell...." The boy's voice verged on the pathetic.
Annie stared at the massive cock sticking whitely out of his pants and knew why. She was sympathetic. It had to be hard on the boy, but it was hard on her too. The cool pool water flowing through her bikini panties and over sex swollen pubes wasn't icy enough to take all the feeling out of her pussy. And she discovered she still harbored desires. But those were better left unvoiced-and in the realm of imagination instead of reality.
"Go home," Annie ordered the teenager. "Please. It's the best thing to do."
But Mickey didn't seem to hear her.
He stripped.
And then he plunged into the pool.
CHAPTER TEN
The fountain of white water that splashed into the air after Mickey's wild, naked dive into the water seemed like Annie's personal atomic blast. She was stunned by it.
The shock wave rolled back and forth in the small pool. She bobbed up and down like a cork in the turbulent water and had to paddle like crazy to keep her position in the pool. And then the waves evened out and Annie was staring across a billiard smooth pool.
There was no sign that Mickey had ever dived into the green-blue water.
Frantically Annie spun around. She didn't see him anywhere. Forgotten was the sudden, fierce sexual emotion that had seized Annie. The throb between her thighs was gone under the fierce mantle of fear that gripped her. She couldn't help but think Mickey had struck his head on the bottom of the pool. That he was still there, drowning....
Something slid up her long, slender leg. It slithered up her skin, tickling slightly, and then was warm and caressing between her thighs and up to the crotch of her bikini.
"Booo," Mickey yelled in her ear. The quiet of the pool was broken by the water splashing from the boy's hair as he shook his head like a shaggy dog drying itself.
Annie almost died. The sudden quiet, the fear, the solitude in the water under the hot sun, and then Mickey's sudden appearance made her heart surge and pound erratically.
"Don't do that," she shouted angrily at him. "Don't you ever do that again!"
"This?" Mickey asked. His body floated against hers and as he stared innocently into Annie's eyes, his fingers underwater began touching and caressing her soft sex mound.
"No," Annie said breathlessly. "I mean, don't scare me like that."
"I won't." Mickey smiled and floated closer against her. His hand slid in the front of her tight bikini and it only took him a moment to sink his finger full length into her long sex slit. "I wouldn't think of scaring you," he said quietly and wiggled his finger.
"Nooooo," Annie moaned in despair. Her legs flailed uselessly in the cool water as she felt his finger violating her cunt. She wanted him to stop, but in that instance the urgency that she had been trying to escape descended on her again.
She didn't even object when the boy's hand continued down her body and began to slide her bikini bottoms down over her ample, wide hips. It didn't matter anymore. She was gripped by a terrible need to get fucked. Her hips shimmied under the impact of his hand touching her private parts under water. "Hurry up," she begged him. "Hurry."
Mickey didn't need any urging. The boy pulled her bikini panties free and let them go. They both looked down at the lonely scrape of cloth as it settled to the bottom of the pool.
Annie quivered. Her breasts were still sort of prim and proper in her gaudy bra with its effervescent blue polka dots. But her eyes stared into the crazy ripples of blue-green water and she could have died of embarrassment. Down past the jutting slope of her tits, which were half naked mounds of flesh on top, her flat belly slid past the dimple of her belly button and curved away from her sight. But she could see the even line of black, curly hair that guarded her cunt. And, she realized, Mickey could see it too.
His hand floated up to her belly like a fish. Annie almost came as it settled down and touched her flesh. She was so embarrassed and ashamed she could feel the blush start in her face and flow over her body until it covered the surface of her breasts and seemed to fizzle out against the water that wrapped around her like a knife edge.
His fingers crawled against her flesh and pubic hair. Then they were twitching in her slit and stroking the round, pink rubbing of her clitoris. Electricity lanced through her body making her legs twitch involuntarily. Annie was so ashamed of herself. She reacted to the most primitive, despicable touch of his hand on her twat like some common whore. It wasn't right. It was terrible, sinning like that and she wanted to stop....
"There," Mickey said softly. He was pressing almost against her and Annie couldn't stop from looking into the water at his naked body.
The water seemed agitated by his presence and the teenage boy's pecker stood up rigidly between them. Annie stared at it and licked her lips. Her mouth was separated from it by a couple of feet of water. And yet, she was ashamed to admit to herself, she had a sudden urge to plunge her face into the cool water and suck him off.
"Since I'm already naked," the boy said, "I think you should be too."
Dumbly, Annie nodded her head in agreement. She couldn't stop looking at his prick.
Mickey slipped his arms up her body from her slit. Annie felt almost deserted when she watched his fingers leaving her twat and felt the cold water rush in to take their place between her hot cunt lips. Then his hands were around her and the boy squeezed tight against her front and his pecker rubbed excitingly against her belly.
"Ohhhh, Mickey," Annie moaned. She was helpless in the boy's arms. Her own hands moved enough to keep them floating, but her body was without strength and even as Mickey unclasped her bikini bra she flipped her hips against him, luxuriating in the smooth stroke of his cock against her naked flesh.
She wanted it. She wanted his hard, young pecker up her snatch. Annie banged her body against the boy's. What she was doing was wicked and she knew it-but she didn't know how to stop. She had gone too far and couldn't change what was going to happen.
When her bra dropped on the water, one firm cup settled in the water with a pocket of air trapped in its tip. The yellow and blue polka dot bikini top drifted ludicrously away, like a single tit poking out of the water heralding an invisible siren.
"What do you want me to do now, Mrs. Brownwell," the boy asked.
"Aaaahhhh." The sound gurgled in the bottom of Annie's throat. She was acutely aware of his hand wandering over her crotch and tenderly spreading her lower lips with his fingers. The action let a cool, shocking stream of water force its way up her pussy. She wished it was something else, something hard like a cock instead of just water.
"Well, Mrs. Brownwell?" the boy teased. "Don't you have any ideas?"
Annie's hand burrowed between their two bodies and found his stiff pecker and began to play with it. It pulsed and jerked in her hand and she knew he was hot too. She ringed it with her thumb and forefinger and began to slide her hand up and down, feeling the friction of his skin rolling up and down under her fingers, building to an exciting climax.
"Ohhhh," the boy said. His hips jerked back and forth and he fucked his prick again against her hand. His balls seemed to float back and forth in slow motion in the water as he pounded his engorged pecker in and out of the fake vagina formed by her fingers.
They had drifted against the side of the pool and Annie hung on with one arm. The chill touch of the tiled side of the pool against her bare skin reminded her she was naked all over and almost anybody could fly overhead in a plane or a helicopter and see what was happening, see her bare ass and tits and cunt in the clear, bluish water.
Her hand jerked too hard and her fingers came off of Mickey's pecker and suddenly he was free. Roughly he wrapped his hands over her shoulders and drifted behind her.
"What do you want me to do?" he demanded again, this time in a fierce voice.
"I want you to fuck me," Annie half shouted. "Yes, yes. Stick that big cock up my twat and fuck it, fuck me. Please dick me. Shove it in me and make me come...."
Mickey laughed and his hands slid down her sides and under her arms and he was clinging to her back like an overgrown monkey baby while his fingers cupped her breasts.
Annie almost sank as he transferred his weight to her. Then she grabbed the side of the pool with both hands and hung on. His cock lay against her back. She could feel every inch of it pressed against her skin and she imagined it plunging and lancing in and out of her weepy cunt and she could feel herself juicing between the legs as Mickey clutched her.
The boy's fingers moved with reckless abandon over her tits. They were driving her to distraction. When she looked down she could see her firm, squeezy brown nipples peeking out between his fingers. She could feel it, too. The sensation was wild.
Hanging loose in the water behind Annie, Mickey was practically floating. As his body sank down against hers his pecker nudged softly against her ass cheeks-so softly as first that Annie could barely feel the marshmallowy flesh on her buttocks.
"Not there," she muttered hoarsely when she finally felt the boy's joint forcing open her quivering asscheeks. "Lower. Put it in the other hole and fuck me with it."
In order to make it easier for the boy, Annie pulled her legs up and placed her feet against the wall of the pool underwater and swung her ass out. Just doing that was lascivious enough for Annie. She could feel the complete nakedness of her cunt exposed to the chill water, the seepage into her hole as her cunt lips clasped and unclasped under the unexpected changes of pressure and position. He can't miss it now, Annie told herself.
And then Mickey launched his body at hers and his searching prick sought out its target. His cock was hard, super hard, and the water swirling around his prick helped.
"Owwwww," Annie cried. She couldn't believe it. But it had happened. Mickey had shoved against her and forced his throbbing pecker into her asshole. At least, part way into her burning shit hole. And she had no doubts that he was going to try to get all the way in. In fact, he was already trying and she couldn't stop him.
"Mickey," she sobbed. "Please don't ass fuck me. I'm ... not used to it."
"Shit...." Mickey's growl was of disdain. "You fucked when Ralph was in your behind," he said. "So don't go telling me you don't know how ... or don't like it.
"That was ... different. Really. Ralph's is so much smaller than yours...."
"You just like his more than you like mine," Mickey said accusingly.
"Noooo." Annie denied his charge. She had a hard time concentrating. She was floating in the weightless world of the swimming pool. She had adjusted to the water and it was neither hot nor cold. There was no feeling except between her warm buttocks. And there was a fire. It was a flame, growing hotter each moment.
Annie couldn't see it, but she did feel his penis. It was jammed into the tiny, puckered hole of her anus and she was well aware of how it stretched her asshole. She was stretched so much that tears came to her eyes when she concentrated on the sensation.
"Please, don't fuck me there." Annie writhed and appealed to the boy. "Fuck my cunt, Mickey. You'll like it there. You'll have a lot of fun sliding your dick in and out of my hairy pussy. And I'll like it a lot, too. Honest, Mickey, both of us will."
The boy chuckled and his arms tightened around her and Mickey pressed closer, closer until his body was tight against her back. And his cock....
Dear God, Annie thought. He's tearing me in half with that pecker. I can feel it all the way to my cunt. Jesus, it hurts ... it hurts ... it hurts. It's hot and it hurts....
Suddenly Annie was surprised to discover it didn't hurt. The boy's hips heaved and his penis shot in and out of her rear and then it didn't hurt anymore. It felt good. Like a super fuck. Her whole crotch was turned on and she was amazed. She couldn't tell where his pecker was going in and out of her. One moment she felt the water on her hairy pussy feeling like ice on red hot steel, the next moment she felt her vagina writhing and twisting around what she could only think of as hot steam in her bowels.
"Oh, oh, oooooo, my God," she cried. It felt soooo good. Annie heaved her buttocks back and felt her asshole gobbling the boy's rigid prick. It slide up her shit chute like it was a greased pole and rocked her when his pelvis bottomed against her soft behind. The jolt of the meeting of their flesh literally shook Annie.
"You like it, don't you, Mrs. Brownwell?" Mickey asked teasingly.
Annie felt so helpless in the pool, clinging to the side with Mickey pulled up tight against her, his hands clutching her battered breasts. She stared at her fingers, white at the knuckles she was holding on so tight, and knew she had to tell him how wrong it was.
"Mickey," she moaned. "God ... Mickey...." She threw back her head and writhed as the boy jabbed his burning pecker into her rear. She shoved her butt back to help him.
"God, Mickey," she moaned. "Do it, darling. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and don't stop. Pinch my boobs and fuck my ass, Mickey. Cram me full of your cock."
Annie couldn't stop herself then. She was a twisting, squirming ball of burning flesh. She gave in completely to her perverted desire. The most wonderful thing in the world was the way he plowed into her clenching asshole with his oversized cock.
"I'm going to fuck you out of your mind, Mrs. Brownwell," Mickey promised.
"I dare you," Annie responded. "Try it. Just try it. I'm not some cheap whore."
"Stick your ass further back, Mrs. Brownwell. Hold it up so I can shove my pecker in straight. You know how. Put it up where I can get at it." His fingers squeezed her tits.
Frantic with the sudden feeling that he knew the reactions the assault he was making caused in her body, Annie braced her feet against the wall of the swimming pool and shoved her buttocks backward. The water flowing over her naked asscheeks was like a gentle wind on a balmy day. But the results of the move weren't. She was jolted by a flood of fantastic feeling.
The movement had rammed his cock into her ass to the final depths. It felt to Annie like he had ruptured her asshole. Her rectum trembled . about the huge piece of rigid meat he had squeezed into her rear. She sucked at it with her ass. It felt good. Good.
Annie began to twist and sway her hips in the water. The movement caused his pecker to lance in and out of her tormented rear end. It was a tremendous sensation. She couldn't begin to get enough. She wanted him to pour his sperm into her. She wanted it.
Harder and harder, faster and faster she jazzed back against Mickey's body. Each time she was rewarded by the violent stab of a cock up her ass. She poured it on. Her churning hips whipped the water to froth around her crotch. But all that mattered to Annie was catching that ungnarled, youthful pecker in her squirming butt.
"Huh, huh, huh ... Mickey was breathing hard. Each stab into her rear was heaven. She wanted more. More. MORE. She couldn't stop.
Annie twisted and writhed under the weight of Mickey's body behind her. Her eyes were glazed, feverish. Her asshole was pulpy and sore. But she was getting fucked the way she wanted to be fucked. She wished she could let go of the swimming pool wall and reach back and hold her butt open for his monstrous tool so that he could ram it good and proper up her rectum. She wanted him to tear her apart, to rend her in half.
"I'm coming," Mickey shouted in her ear. "I'm commmmmmming."
His announcement seemed to trigger off a chain reaction in her body. Atom by atom she seemed to dissolve in a fiery burst of heat. Annie was figuratively melting at the core. She was overheated, steaming. She imagined she could even feel the steamy fluids building for her orgasm leaking from under the fringe of pussy hair that guarded her sex. She was contaminating the pool. There was no question about that. And she had to take a pee. And her butt hurt so beautifully that she didn't want it to stop hurting.
His cock flesh got hotter and swelled. It tore more resolutely at her behind and then it was lodged firmly in her ass to his balls while he tightened up.
"Eyoooo," Annie squealed. The hot liquid of his cum spattered the insides of her rear and left her shaky and floating on the sudden jetting fountain of hot semen.
She looked down and couldn't believe her eyes. Mickey squirted spurt after spurt into her asshole until she was so full the milky white fluid of his cum was spurting out of her rectum and gathering in a thin, white cloud in the pool water.
She seemed to be falling out of a plane at ten thousand feet, it felt so good. She was euphoric and didn't care what happened next. She was wrung out by the fantastic ordeal she had undergone. Her cunt lips clasped and unclasped hopefully for his hot peter. She was ready for more, in her front.
Annie giggled. She was reminded of a joke. She turned her head and said, gaily, "Stop me if you've heard this one."
The boy with his pecker up her asshole only nodded dumbly, paying her no mind.
"Well," Annie said, "it goes this way: Dear Mrs. Burnside sat on the far side of her bedside rubbing peroxide into the front side of her backside because on the whole she'd heard gentlemen prefer blondes...." And Annie laughed uncontrollably and Mickey's soft prick fell out of her asshole and left her rear end empty.
"Wasn't that funny?" Annie asked Mickey gaily. "Do you want to hear it again?"
"No, it wasn't a damn bit funny," an angry voice from the edge of the pool said.
Gingerly Annie looked up at her whoever was talking. A shadow loomed over her, but it didn't keep Annie from getting suddenly sick. "Jerry?" she said. "Is that you, Jerry?"
The shadow moved and said, "Yes, Mother. How did you ever guess?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mickey's eyes suddenly widened as he looked up at his school chum. He released his hold on Jerry's mother's tits and fell back in the water. "I ... I ... I...." he stuttered.
"Mother fucker," Jerry spit out, staring at Mickey as the boy paddled away.
Annie wanted to cry. She knew she had hurt Jerry terribly. Tears had sprung up at the corners of his eyes and the thing she wanted most to do was to mother him-to tell him she was truly, really sorry. Gone in an instant was the wonderful glow of feeling from Mickey's prick between her buttocks. Suddenly Annie just felt awfully empty.
Grabbing the pool ladder, Annie climbed out of the water into the bright, hot glare of sunlight. Her son stood in front of her, his eyes accusing. She remembered her nakedness and tried to cover her tits and cunt at the same time. However, her hands were inadequate and it seemed to Annie that she could feel her son's hot eyes boring in on her hair covered pussy. The pussy that Mickey hadn't fucked with more than his finger.
"Why can't I look, Mother?" the boy asked. "Everybody else gets to feel...."
"Jerry," Annie cried. "Jerry ... come in the house with me this minute."
Although she was on the verge of tears, Annie squared her shoulders and held her head high as she wheeled about and strode nakedly across the patio to the sliding glass doors that allowed her to enter the living room. Her heart was thudding frantically. Her tits hobbled up and down, the red tips looking like cherries about to fall. Between her thighs she felt the silky slide of her cunt lips against each other, the light kiss of erotic skin on erotic skin. And her round, wobbling buttocks itched fiercely. She knew Jerry was staring at her rear as she went into the house and she tried to keep her hips from swaying and her asscheeks from making their normal, sexy bouncy motions. But the harder she tried the more impossible control became. She couldn't help but wonder if they gave him a hard-on.
That's wicked, Annie thought to herself. My own son wouldn't ... couldn't get excited looking at me, his mother. I mustn't even think such things. Not even to myself.
She couldn't stop from turning her head, though, as she went into the house and she noticed that there was a telltale bulge to the front of Jerry's Levi's.
Jerry stared after his mother's retreating figure and his mind was still full of the picture he had of her lush, full body as she climbed out of the swimming pool. The even, rhythmic movement of his mother's buttocks had turned him on beyond belief. They were so round and soft he wanted to squeeze them. To stick his prick between them and rub it in there until it was all hot and ready. He realized then that he wanted to fuck his own mother's asshole and cunt. He wanted to rub his pecker between her tits and make her lick it....
Seething inside, he started to follow her into the house. Then he stumbled over Mickey's clothes lying in a crumpled heap on the edges of the pool. Stooping, Jerry picked them up and was about to throw them in the pool when he felt something under his fingers. They were pictures, half sticking out of a hip pocket. Jerry took them out and suddenly his heart pounded faster and cock stuck out stiffer. He could barely believe his own eyes.
"Hey, Jerry, don't...." Mickey screamed. The boy started swimming toward him.
Paying his former friend no heed, Jerry wadded the clothes up and threw them the length of the pool. Desperately, Mickey swam after them as they sank in the deep end. His naked butt was a bright spot in the glittering water.
Then the Jerry strode into the house after his mother. The fourteen-year-old was teeming with rage, and with something else. With his desire to feel his pecker boring into his mother's hot cunt or her mouth or her asshole.
Annie was sitting primly on the edge of the sofa, still totally naked. Her knees were pressed tight together and her elbows were on her thighs and her chin on her hands.
When Jerry looked at his mother, he couldn't help noticing the glimpse of her full, round breasts and the way her soft buttocks squashed out under her behind on the couch. It was so enticing the boy couldn't speak. All he could do was stand quietly and look.
"I want to talk to you, Jerry." Annie stared into her son's eyes even though she was thinking about his prick. Her whole body was a tingle of feeling, lancing from one sexually sensitive part to another. She realized it would have been better if she had put some clothes on first. Talking to him while she was naked was sure to be distracting-to both of them.
"About what, Mother? Fucking?" He stared boldly back into her eyes.
"Well, yes, if you want to put it that way. It's normal to want to ... to have sex. You know that. And you ... you shouldn't think badly because I want to have some too."
"With my friends?" Jerry challenged her. "It's all right to fuck my friends?"
"Don't be cruel, Jerry." Annie looked up at him and started crying. "He ... he made me. I tried to get away in the pool and he forced me to do it with him, Jerry."
"I don't believe you, Mother. You don't look beat up enough for that."
Annie stood quickly, practically springing off the sofa. "I couldn't help it. He ... he touched me and teased me until I couldn't stop myself. You have to understand!"
Jerry shook his head and stared at her disbelievingly. He tried not to be turned on, but his mother standing in front of him was a wondrous sight. "Here," he said. "I know what you two were doing." Grimly he threw down the handful of photographs he'd found in Mickey's pocket. They hit the top of the coffee table and skittered across it in confusion.
Annie caught her breath, shocked. In front of her eyes was a picture of a woman on her hands and knees. She was masturbating herself with a cucumber while she was sucking off an over-sized cock in her mouth. Her lips were curved in an expression of pleasure. It was a grimly lascivious picture and momentarily stunned Annie.
Next to it on the table was a photograph of the same woman lying on her back. A young boy was sucking her tit which she was feeding to him with her hand. Her legs were spread wide and there was another boy putting a long, slender penis into her slimy hole ... Annie stared at her son. "I didn't see these. Honest, Jerry. You've got to believe me. It wasn't anything like you're thinking. I'm your mother. You've got to trust me.
"I know," Jerry said. His voice was grim as he looked from the pictures to her.
Staring in horror at her son, Annie knew she had to convince him, show him that it wasn't all that easy to just say it could be done. He had to understand the power sex had over a person. He had to know what it was like to be caught by passion.
Annie pulled him toward her and forced him to sit on the edge of the coffee table while she sank back down on the couch. And then her fingers began toying with the buttons on his shirt and pants until he was open all the way down the front. His shorts poked up hard from his crotch and her fingers caressed the soft cotton, playing with the flesh underneath until the boy was writhing under her touch.
"Mother," he said indignantly. But Annie noted he didn't try to move away.
Dexterously she peeled his shorts down over his cock and exposed it to the air. She licked her lips and remembered again how naked and defenseless she was as she lowered her head and tenderly licked the head of his rigid cock.
"Oh, wow," Jerry said. He couldn't believe it was happening to him, that he was being sucked by his own mother. The shock of coming home from school to find her fucking his best friend in the swimming pool had shaken him emotionally. But then, looking at her naked body had done something else. It had made him horny. His pecker was rock hard and his balls cramped from the inner heat that had seemed to fill them. His rage had become jealousy and desire.
The boy wasn't aware of all of his reactions. But he did know what he wanted and felt. When his mother had sat him down and opened his fly and taken his penis out to play with it, he had almost come in his pants. And then when she lowered her head and licked the swollen head of his cock it was as if lightening had struck him there.
He looked again at her nakedness. Her breasts quivered as her head slid up and down on his swollen rod. Her red lips seemed to stick to the slick skin of his cock causing and extra pang of pleasure to surge through his body.
It was hard for him to accept, but his own mother was actually sucking him off. And what he was aware of was the hot, buttery feel of her lips and mouth around his stiff pecker.
"Oooooo, Momma," Jerry groaned. His hands dug into her hair and held her head still while he savored the sensation of his penis throbbing in her mouth. The touch of her tongue against his cockhead was electrifying and he wanted to come right then, blowing his load of milky goo into his mother's sucking mouth. But he held back.
Annie's lips slipped eagerly up and down her son's rod. She had started to teach him a lesson. But the lesson was forgotten in the wild, plunging motions of his pecker between her full, sweet lips. She loved the feel and the taste, of her own son's cock in her mouth. It was better than any other penis she had ever tasted. It was delicious with its youthful pungency. The heavy flavor of his cum seeping from the end and filling her mouth was nectar. As her lips slipped up and down his sexual wand she could almost imagine her pussy lips doing the same thing. Thinking about his pale, almost hairless cock riding in and out of her hairy twat, plunging in her swampy crotch, started an exhilaration in her vagina that made her whole body shake. She wanted to suck and fuck her son to completion-whether or not he wanted it to happen. And each stroke of her mouth on Jerry's rigid, throbbing penis drove Annie closer and closer to the realization that she wasn't doing it just for Jerry, she was sucking him off because she loved doing it. She loved the taste and feel of his cock in her hot mouth and she knew she was going to love fucking him.
"Faster, faster, faster," Jerry gasped. His fingers tightened around Annie's head, entwining themselves in her hair as he guided her rhythm. He loved the feel of her lips ringing his pulsating pecker. He was ecstatic about the hot friction of her lips as he moved her head up and down on his turgid pole.
Annie pulled her head up and his pecker pulled free from the softness of her mouth.
"Do you want me to quit?" she asked him. "Should I stop?"
As if he weren't sure that his words would be enough, Jerry guided her head where he wanted it. He directed his heated prick to her lips and practically forced her mouth down over it. And then he sighed as he felt her swallowing his sex organ into her swampy mouth.
"Mmmmpphhhh," Annie sobbed. Her mouth and throat were clogged by his pecker. She couldn't talk around the huge roll of sex between her lips and Jerry wouldn't let her head back off. The boy was frantic with lust. Annie knew that was what was happening. He couldn't stop. He had to pump her mouth up and down on his ready-to-erupt prick.
Annie wanted him to do something to her, too. She wanted him to shove his fingers in her twat and pinch her nipples. She wanted to soar on a blast of sexual feeling that would explode inside of her like a bomb. Urgently she sucked his cock. Her fingers played up and down on the long, sturdy shaft coaxing his orgasm from him.
Please stick something in my twat, she prayed. Her head bobbed up and down and she felt his sex explosion gathering in his balls. And she wanted it. She wanted to taste and smell and drink her son's beautiful sperm as it pumped into her sucking mouth.
"I'm coming, Momma," Jerry shrilled. "I'm coming. I'm commmmmming."
His pecker felt like it was burning up. It was on fire from both ends and felt ready to explode. Desperately he gripped Annie's head and forced her face down on his cock.
Annie's nose pressed against his almost invisible pubic hairs and she inhaled the aroma from her son's balls. His prick forced its way into the back of her throat and it was only an effort of will that kept her from gagging. And then he really was coming....
CHAPTER TWELVE
It seemed to Annie that the flow of his hot, gooey cum was never going to stop. It filled her mouth and made her cheeks bulge. Her nostrils were filled with the odor of his sperm. And she loved it. She couldn't get enough of the sweet sucking of his cock.
Slowly she lifted her head from Jerry's crotch and smiled at him. Her eyes sparkled with the sudden intensity of her feeling. She seemed to radiate the complete love that she felt' for her son, the complete physical and spiritual melding between them.
"That was ... that was great, Mom," the boy said in almost a whisper.
"What was?" she chided him. "Tell momma what was great."
Jerry's face turned red. He stuttered and looked down at his lap and turned redder as he stared at his naked prick, slippery still with her hot saliva. "It was, Mom. You know, sucking my cock. Giving me head. You know...." He looked up defiantly.
"Why didn't you want me to stop?" Annie asked, pressing him for a conclusion.
"Because ... because I liked it too much. It was too great, your mouth twisting and turning around my pecker. I mean ... you were sucking me inside out and I ... loved it."
"With your own mother?" Annie shrilled, her voice risen in mock horror at her son.
Jerry hung his head. She'd made her point. At least, Annie hoped she had.
"How would you like to fuck me, too?" Annie dropped the bombshell with the dignity and aplomb that made it sound like, Would you like me to scratch your back?
Her son looked up at her and for a moment Annie was startled by the hot look in his eyes. It could have been the start of a sudden rage and she was frightened by what it might mean. But then she interpreted it as burning lust because he nodded his head slowly.
Standing, she walked across the room and posed for him like a dancer showing off the grace of her body. Her black hair swished smoothly and she twisted her beautiful, almost perfect body so he could look fully at her without reservations of any kind.
"Do you like my body, Jerry?" She lifted her arms over her head and felt her tits rise, two creamy mounds moving higher and tauter as her arms moved up and pulled her nipples higher too. They were reddish-brown and seemed to fascinate Jerry. "I'll let you suck them, if you want." Gracefully she moved toward Jerry and he stood up to meet her.
Jerry was short enough that when his mother wrapped her arms around his neck he was able to nuzzle her soft, scented breasts. Her body was fresh smelling to the boy. She was clean from the pool and the faintest lingering trace of chlorine perfumed her body.
And then his lips were hot against her skin.
Streaks Of feeling shot outward from her turgid breast as he fastened to the very end, the rigid, upthrust nipple that felt like a diamond in her son's mouth.
"Oooooo," Annie moaned as the first solid stab of pleasure shot through her chest. He was suckling her breast, just as he had done as a child, and the pleasure was exquisite. This time it wasn't a child's simple, sucking mouth on her tit. It was a young man's. This time he didn't only want to be given pleasure, he wanted to give it-and he was.
Annie was so happy that she couldn't really think clearly. When the feeling of urgency descended to her crotch and filled her cunt with an indefinable ache she could only take his hand and guide it there. She held his fingers and palm in place while she showed him how to stroke her hairy pussy, how to extract the utmost in pleasure from her soggy, palpitating vagina. She was wet. Her crotch was a bog with a deep, sucking hole in its center. Annie felt like she could drop a truck in it and her cunt would swallow it without a trace. Or, Jerry's delightful fingers. Because they were doing things to her already.
Jerry's mouth slurped happily at her breasts. First one sharp-pointed cone and then the other. His head bounced back and forth, arousing both her lovely tits. At the same time his fingers speeded their tempo in her gaping slot. Annie felt like she was flowing out through the wide mouth of her hairy pussy along with her own sex juices. The feeling of desire grew and grew in her. She wanted more as each thrust of her fingers stabbed into her sex hole and she thought about the cucumber in the picture. The woman being fucked by that thick, round vegetable while she sucked a sweet prick. It made Annie faint.
"Momma," Jerry said. He pulled his mouth off her throbbing breast with a strong plopping sound, "I want to fuck you. I want to shove my dick up your hot hole, Momma."
Breathing hard, twisting her hips to the driving tempo of his fingers, Annie nodded. "Yes, darling," she gasped. "Stop finger fucking momma and we can do it, baby."
The fingers sliding gushily about in Annie's twitching twat stopped and part of the spell was broken. She could think again even though the first throb of desire never left her. She didn't have to bend to each touch of his hand. She could make decisions.
The decision Annie made wasn't hard. She lay down on the floor on her back and spread her legs. She pulled them wide apart until her pussy lips actually opened under their covering of curly pubic hair. Her whole crotch was a blatant invitation to Jerry. One that the boy couldn't possibly refuse. Annie shivered. It was going to happen. Her son was going to dip his hard prick in her slippery fountain and fuck her out of her mind.
For a long moment, Jerry stood between her spread legs looking down at his mother's naked body. He saw the gentle flow of her body, the swell of her breasts and hips and even the prominent bulge of her pubic mound. And it excited him. The penis which had been momentarily limp, dangling along his leg, was stiffening as he looked. His imagination was putting his cock into the tight, hair-covered hole between his mother's plump thighs and he quivered as he fantasized how it would feel.
Then the boy slumped to his knees. His cock arched straight up in front of him. It was hot and throbbing and the end was practically purple from the force of his blood. He touched it with his fingertips and was thrilled by the alive feeling that he had from it.
Annie looked between her boobs and couldn't take her eyes off his pecker. She'd touched it and even sucked it. But now there was something different about it. Her son's cock seemed to have grown up in just a few seconds. Angry with the force of his blood, the very tip seemed to jerk impatiently. Oh, God, Annie thought looking at it, if it will just jerk like that in me, in my twat. I know will be heavenly. It will be out of this world.
As if reading his mother's mind and noting her impatience, Jerry stretched himself out on her body and his chest rubbed nicely against her upthrust boobs. His prickhead seemed naturally to find the right place. The boy was doubly excited by the scratchy feeling of his cockhead plowing through the tangle of cunt hair that guarded her opening, and then by the slick, slippery feel of her twat actually pressing against his penis. It forced forward, bending slightly under the pressure, blindly trying to find its way into the recesses of her vagina protected by the find folds of pink flesh.
"AAAaaaahhhhh." Annie groaned audibly. His cock was jabbing at her sensitive opening and missing by fractions of an inch. Each touch ignited the fever in Annie's body and she wanted it to slide in and quench her insatiable hunger for being fucked.
Her hand wiggled between their two bodies and worked its way to his rigid prick. Her fingers wrapped hotly around it. And then Annie was guiding his penis with her hand.
Stillness dominated the room for a long time. Like the still life painted by a master, the scene threatened to leap off the canvas into action. Annie was lying very still under Jerry as her hand moved imperceptibly between their bodies. She seemed to be paying no mind to what she was doing. Her eyes focused on the ceiling. Her lips pouted, as if she were thinking of something distant and cool instead of something close and hot.
And then her hand positioned the head of her son's prick at the entrance to her sex tunnel. Her fingers opened the soft, elastic folds of flesh and let their moistness meet.
Jerry was ready. The minute the contact shot into his prick like an electric spark, his hips vibrated back and forth and his penis slid like a nail into a pre-drilled hole.
"Yaaaaa," Annie screamed, releasing the tension that had built in her.
The feel of his cock lancing into her, slamming the depth of her tunnel in one thrust was tremendous. Jerry had violently stretched her cunt lips open and plumbed her depths and the sensation filled Annie with overwhelming pleasure. She was being fucked right.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK," she chanted. Her hips lashed up and twirled her cunt around her son's plunging cock. She frantically rubbed her pelvis up against his, frigging her clitoris against his soft, boyish skin. And all the time she was delirious with the knowledge that it was his pecker drilling her hole, filling her cunt with an incredible sexual buzz. It was a feeling that was consuming her from the inside out.
"Oh, Mother," Jerry cried. His hips swung up and down rhythmically and his cock dipped into her hole with devastating precision. They matched their tempos and each time they came together, his cock sank deeper into her crotch.
Annie couldn't take her eyes off the steady rise and fall of her son's ass over his shoulder. Her fingers encircled his body and caressed his asscheeks. She cupped his buttocks and let her fingertips sink down toward the pulsing center core of his butt.
Annie knew what was there. She could practically feel it before her fingers were all the way down in his crack. His hot, soft anus winking open and shut as he heaved his body up and down on hers seemed to welcome her investigating finger.
"Ooooo." Jerry's voice was surprised as she sank her finger in his asshole.
Jerry drove down with his hips and Annie writhed under the hard pounding. His cock rammed into her like a spike being hammered into her twat. And then he was pulling away and his cock was being dragged out of her sensitized twat and she gritted her teeth to hold back her cries of pleasure. Her fingers clenched around his soft asscheeks, and then her longest finger poked against his asshole and it was sliding back in deeper and this time when Jerry drove down it felt different. It felt like her finger had slid all the way down his asshole and into the stiff rod of his prick.
There was no other way to describe it. The pounding of his cock into her was like an extension of her own finger drilling down into her cunt. Only, to Annie, a million times better than masturbation ever had been or could be.
"Fuck me, fuck meeee," she wailed and lifted her hips.
"MOTHER," Jerry cried. "I'm fucking you and you're fucking me." He raised his ass and invited her to frig his butt before he drove down again and filled her sex tunnel with his hot flesh. His cock tore wildly at her cunt. That was the way Annie wanted it. She guided the fierce pounding her son's penis did to her twat and welcomed it. She writhed under it to feel him slapping every inch of her vagina with his prick head. She twisted her hips to intensify the pleasure of the slippery friction inside her hole.
"Goooood," she moaned. "You're fucking me good. Good. Good."
"Oh, yesss, Mother," Jerry bent his head and clasped her tit in his teeth and bit down and it was like opening the sky to a deluge of feeling. Pain and pleasure shot through Annie. Her body was a conduit for feeling. She was being shredded by joy.
"Oh, God, God, Mother," Jerry groaned. His body tensed. His pecker plunged into her and his asshole writhed wildly around her probing finger. And then he was shooting. His body shook from the intensity of his ejaculation. It shot into her twat like shotgun pellets. She was filled by the thick, burning fluid and the boy's joy was transmitted to Annie in a muted way. She was full of ecstasy as was her son.
"Oh, oh, oh, that's good," she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around his body and held him in the cradle of her thighs and rocked him back and forth, milking his juice into her cunt. Even long after he was limp she held him on her that way.
Her son, she knew now for sure, was a wonderful mother fucker. And she loved it from her toes to her cunt to her boobs. SHE LOVED IT.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jerry had seemed strangely different after they had fucked. It worried Annie. He had said practically nothing, although it was obvious that the emotional impact had been tremendous. Fretting about it, Annie feared it may have been too much for the boy. But she had had to show him that sex was a powerful force, that she wasn't just wanton.
Over and over she asked herself if she had to do it that way. And her answer was never completely satisfactory. Maybe she had done it to share the guilt. She couldn't brush away the aura of sin that accompanied the act. Nor could the feeling of furtiveness over her relationship with Mickey and Ralph be shoved away. Continually she was haunted by the worry that Arthur would discover her desire to have sex with boys-children. She was so ashamed of that. But in her unguarded moments she caught herself mooning over the remembered job of sucking a slender penis. Her crotch ached to have a boy's springy, virile cock shoved up it. She wanted to come and come clutching her son to her breasts.
After she screwed Jerry on the living room rug, he had gotten dressed and then looked at her with his unusually hot eyes before leaving without saying a word. Annie hadn't tried to stop him. She was satiated. Her cunt and her ass and her mouth had been filled with youthful cock and flowing semen and she was exhausted. Her mind had been dull.
Wiping her crotch dry in her bathroom, she had dressed in hip hugger slacks and a sheer white blouse and then wandered disconsolately through the empty house. She was terribly lonely and wished Arthur would hurry home before ... before she did something foolish. And then she thought about Mickey and his big boy's cock and she remembered the feel of it in her hands and how it had pushed against her buttocks seeking to fuck her....
Stop that, she screamed at herself. Don't think thoughts like that. Not now. Not ever.
When the doorbell rang, she was standing at the glass door that led out to the patio and the pool. Thinking. Recalling what had happened, the look on her son's face.
She blanked her mind to those thoughts and answered the door without thinking.
"Mrs. Brownwell, is Jerry home?" Ralph smiled up at her surprised face.
"Why, no, Ralph. He ... he went out and didn't say where he was going."
"Oh ..The boy stared at her as if she were half naked. Hastily Annie looked down at herself for open buttons or tears. There weren't any to be seen. Not one.
Slowly she raised her eyes and stared into Ralph's. He looked away quickly.
My God, she thought, he's thinking about fucking me. He doesn't want to see Jerry. What have I done? How am I ever going to get out of it? Or can I?
While the wild thought banged around inside her head Ralph smiled up at her and said, "Can I wait for Jerry, Mrs. Brownwell. I mean, if I'm not any bother?"
"Of course, Ralph," Annie said, distracted by her thoughts. And then she could have bitten off her tongue as the boy came into the house. His cock was bulging like a rock in the front of his blue jeans and he shuffled as he walked. He sort of brushed against her breasts as he came in the door. Annie was sure it wasn't an accident. The boy wanted to fuck.
What have I done? Annie cried to herself. He's only thirteen. THIRTEEN. And he thinks I'm going to do it some more with him. My God, he's only thirteen....
Annie's expression didn't reveal any hint of her thoughts, though. "Why don't you wait in the game room downstairs?" she asked casually. "You can play darts."
Ralph shrugged and glanced uneasily from the corners of his eyes at her. "If it's all right with you, I'd just as soon stay up here, Mrs. Brownwell," he told her.
Of course, Annie realized what it was. Unlike Mickey, Ralph was shy. He wanted the same thing, but the boy was respectful of her and embarrassed and expecting to be refused. Her heart went out to him. He was cute in his immature way and she remembered the uncertainty when she had jammed his pecker up her asshole. An older boy would have fainted with joy. Ralph had seemed even then apologetic.
He was just too nice.
"Could I get you some cookies?" she asked him, going toward the kitchen.
Ralph shook his head. "No." His answer was flat. Emphatic. "I ... I ... uh ... would you talk to me, Mrs. Brownwell? I mean, about something serious, if I asked you?"
"Surely, Ralph." Annie patted his hand. "Let's sit down and be comfortable and you tell me whatever it is that's bothering you. It's good to talk about things ... certain things." They sat down on the couch and Annie was pleasantly surprised when the boy sat at the far end, too far away to try to arouse her with his hands. Though she had made up her mind not to let the boy even try. He was so cute, so innocent she just wanted to cuddle him.
"I ... um ... It's about last night." He stared at her intently and his eyes sparkled.
"About last night, Ralph," Annie said. "Don't even think about it. We can't do that sort of thing anymore and there just isn't anything to be said. Pretend it doesn't exist."
"Oh no," Ralph quickly said. "I wouldn't think anything like that, Mrs. Brownwell. It's just that, well, it isn't about me. It's Mickey." The boy looked pleadingly at Annie.
"Mickey. I don't understand," Annie said slowly. "You tell me."
"Well, he was at school today and he kept talking about coming over here and ripping off a piece of ass." Ralph averted his eyes from Annie's as the gross words came out of his mouth. "He was telling practically everybody.
He wanted me to come with him."
Annie's heart stopped. "Who," she asked quietly and carefully, "is everyone?"
"Well," Ralph said slowly, "John Wilson and Pete Riley, friends of his."
"He told them he fucked me?" Annie looked at Ralph out of sick eyes and practically begged the boy to make the right answer before she got sick and threw up on the floor.
"Not exactly, Mrs. Brownwell." Ralph looked down at his tennis shoes. "He just told them that he had a good, old piece of ass and how good it was and how he loved sticking his cock up your ... I mean ... this old piece of ass' cunt and if John and Pete were good pals he might share. Honest, Mrs. Brownwell. He didn't say your name to anybody."
"You didn't tell anybody, did you, Ralph?"
"Me? No. Honest, Mrs. Brownwell. You told me not to and I wouldn't do that."
"That's good, Ralph. I really appreciate you telling me. And not telling on me."
"That's all right," Ralph said. He stared fixedly at the bulge in her blouse that was a tit and Annie was uncomfortable at that. She moved and he moved his eyes to follow her.
"Please don't stare at me, Ralph," she said quietly. "It isn't polite."
"I know, Mrs. Brownwell." The boy shifted his gaze and then he suddenly breathed out hard. His eyes had fallen to the dirty pictures on the coffee table. Jerry had forgotten to pick them up when he went out of the house and now Ralph was looking intently at them.
"Oh, wow," he said. His words were like surprised exhalings.
"What's wrong?" Annie moved closer to the boy on the sofa and followed his gaze to the table. He was looking at a picture of a woman eating a man's ass out. The woman's tongue was long and stiff and there could be no question it was poking in the man's rectum just like Annie had shoved her finger in Jerry's butt. With her hand, the woman was jerking the man's cock off. It was a big prick. A real big one and Annie wasn't sure if Ralph had gasped because of the woman's sex act-or the size of the cock.
"It's ... It's that she's naked," Ralph stuttered. "She doesn't have any clothes on." Annie laughed. She couldn't help herself. Of all the things that she imagined would have shocked the boy in that picture, that was the one thing that hadn't occurred to her.
"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman, Ralphie?" Her voice was soft.
"Well, just yesterday when I turned on the light, Mrs. Brownwell. You."
"No, no. I don't mean that. Haven't you ever looked at a girlfriend-or your sister? Haven't you ever really seen a naked pussy up close and sort of ... examined it?"
Sadly, Ralph shook his head. "I don't have a girlfriend-or a sister."
Watching the boy, Annie felt the familiar old excitement rising in her again. She was hot between her thighs. She was hot all over. Even her nipples were jets of flame against her blouse. "Would you like to see a naked woman? Would you like to look at one real close? Real close, Ralphie?"
The boy nodded. His eyes were starry with excitement and his cock bulged his pants.
Annie smiled. "Would you like to look at me, Ralphie. Would you like to see me naked."
"Boy!" Ralph said. "Would I?!" The thirteen-year-old seemed to shine.
No, Annie told herself. Don't do it. I mustn't do this sort of thing.
Unfortunately, she couldn't restrain the burning urge that swept over her from her loins and filled her body with longing. "Come with me," she told Ralph. And she led him to her bedroom where the soft, feminine surroundings made her feel even more sexy.
I'm doing it for Ralphie, she lied to herself. The boy needs to know about sex. About women. It isn't fair to keep him ignorant about pussies and cunts and fucking....
But as she stood in front of the bed and began to unbutton her blouse, Annie secretly admitted that she wanted to do it for herself. As she opened her blouse and watched the boy's delighted expression and felt that fantastic tingle start around the tips of her breasts she knew why she was doing it. Slowly she unsnapped the baby blue hip huggers and pushed them down her legs, stepping out of them and standing proudly for a moment, her legs spread a little so the boy could see her hairy twat before she stretched out on the bed. "Come closer, Ralph." She smiled up into his face and her hands swept up from her sides to fondle her breasts. "These are my tits," she said. Her hands ringed her breasts and her fingers fondled her nipples. She played with them and they swelled even as Ralph watched. The tips grew darker and redder and harder, like little pricks.
Ralph leaned closer. His lips were dry for some reason and he licked them. His eyes stayed glued to Annie's beautiful, creamy breasts with their rigid tips.
"Do you want to touch them, Ralphie?" Annie asked the boy softly.
Ralph nodded. He couldn't say anything. Even when Annie held her tit up for his fingers to stroke and fondle he was speechless.
"Kiss them, Ralphie." Annie squeezed her tit and forced it up toward his mouth. "Kiss it and suck on it, baby. Make me feel good. You'll like doing it. Sucking them."
"Yes," he responded in a small voice. He leaned closer and his hot breath washed over her sensitive breast starting goose bumps on them. Then his lips parted and clamped down like a sucking cunt on her turgid tit tips. His tongue stroked it at the same time.
"Ohohohoh," Annie whimpered. Her resistance was dissolving and she felt her breast melting like chocolate in the boy's eager mouth. She tried to tell herself she was doing it for Ralph. But it was the fantastic sensation of him sucking her that turned her on.
Ralph bobbled his head back and forth faster and faster, from one hard nipple to the other.
His youthful lips sucked and stretched her breasts until her tits were frantic with the throbbing of her blood and satiated with the sucking they had had.
Annie's fingers slipped down her bare front to her crotch. "Look," she gasped. "Look at my cunt, Ralphie." She held the soft, wet folds of her sex hole open so he could stare down into her pink lined hole. "That's my pussy, Ralph. That's the place girls like boys to lick the most. The absolute most. That's the place to stick your lovely tongue."
"In there?" Ralph's voice conveyed a degree of uncertainty at her words.
"Yes. Yessss, darling. I wouldn't tell you a falsehood. Stick your tongue in my twat. Eat my cunt out and I'll let you do anything you want to me later. Anything at all."
Ralph looked at her a little uncertainly. "Just for licking your hole, you'll do anything I want you to do? Does it feel that good, really, Mrs. Brownwell?"
His tongue was almost there and Annie was enveloped in her own lust. "Yes. God yes, it feels that good, Ralph. Stop fucking around. Lick me. Lick my cunt. Stick your tongue up my twat and jazz my hole until I can't stand anymore. But do it before I go mad."
Annie tensed her body. Her knees cocked and raised her off the bed, tilting her crotch up to the right angle to let his hot, slippery tongue slide into her slimy hole.
Ralph paused, staring down at Annie's crotch. His tongue stuck out of his mouth like a wiggly worm. And then he was lowering his face toward her twisting, gyrating crotch and the never ending flow of sex honey that seemed to run from it.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh...."
Annie twisted and bucked as his tongue entered her tight cunt. It shoved in a little ways and then wiggled back and forth making it looser and easier to tongue fuck. To Annie the motion of that piece of flesh in her sex tube was paradise. "More," she moaned.
Ralph was quick to accommodate her. Eagerly his tongue lashed out like a snake and slithered down her cunt. She was spreading and stretching to take it. Her pussy lips thrilled to the swift, satiny slide of his tongue between them. The feeling was so intense she felt like she had to pee. But it was too good for even that. "Oooooooo."
She thrashed her hips up and down. "Suck, suck, suck," she demanded of the boy.
Ralph was trying. His lips rubbed eagerly against her hard, sensitive clitoris. His tongue twisted in her sex slot until she couldn't seem to hold on any longer and then it slipped in and out, back and forth. Harder and harder. Deeper. Faster.
Annie's whole body was attuned to the blazing movement of Ralph's tongue pounding in and out of her hot box. She was in ecstasy over it. She was in love with him, with the thirteen-year-old boy's long, facile tongue and the way he used it on her twitching twat.
"That's the way," she screamed. Her fingers wrapped in the boy's hair and her crotch rose off the bed and rubbed itself against his face. She impaled herself on his never still tongue. She screamed with delight each time he stabbed her harder than before.
"More, more, more," she moaned as her insides dissolved in a sheet of flame.
Ralph tried to give her more. His tongue dove into her box and he licked her juices away as fast as she could make them. He chewed on her cunt lips sending inexpressible waves of pleasure through her body. Her cunt was drooling.
And then Annie was coming. It was like a giant fist knotted in her pelvis around her insides and squeezed, forcing her higher and higher. Annie thought she was going to explode. She couldn't take any more. She was intoxicated with the wild sensation of her orgasm. She screamed and thrust her hips up and felt Ralph's tongue slide-slide down her tubes and touch her button. The button that exploded her into a blistering mass Of sexual flame....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Now," Ralph said, "it's your turn, isn't it, Mrs. Brownwell? Isn't it?"
Annie stared at the boy from dazed eyes. It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. Then it came to her. Ralph meant it was her turn to do what he wanted because she had promised him she would do anything-anything-that he wanted.
A sudden thrill lanced through Annie's body. What did a thirteen-year-old boy know about fucking? And not knowing, how perverse could his imagination be. The thrill of anticipation changed to a shiver of apprehension. Of course she had to do what he wanted. But her hand dipped to her well-sucked cunt and cupped it protectively. "What?" she asked.
Ralph's eyes shifted to the picture he had brought unnoticed into the bedroom with him. Annie saw it lying on the carpeted floor. It looked positively obscene on the white shag rug. Her eyes widened. It was the picture of the woman with the cucumber up her twat while she was sucking a man's cock. Ralph pointed at it dramatically.
"But ... but ... you can put your dick up my twat," Annie said in bewilderment.
"I know." The boy looked at her with a quizzical smile on his face. "But the reason you made me fuck your ass yesterday was because my cock was too small, too thin."
Annie looked into the boy's eyes and saw the hurt there. "You're young," she said, "you'll get bigger. A lot bigger. You're big now for your age and that's something."
"Yeah," Ralph said. "And my cock now is too small. You can't hardly feel it. I know. That's what all the guys at school kid me about-being a peewee cock."
Annie couldn't help but sympathize with the boy. There was no question in her mind that he needed help. He was being eaten up inside because he was too little to fuck good. Probably girls even laughed at his skinny pecker. Girls were a lot crueler than boys.
"Are you going to do it? You said you was going to do anything I wanted. Anything."
Tremors half of fear, half of anticipation rattled through Annie's body. "There's a cucumber in the refrigerator," she said. "In the vegetable bin at the bottom."
Ralph stood indecisively next to her, looking down at her naked body stretched out on the bed. "Okay,' he said finally. "Okay. I'll go get it. It'll be okay, Mrs. Brownwell."
While he was gone, Annie played the small boy's words over in her head. He'd been hurt terribly. And everything she said, it seemed, hurt him even more. She didn't know what to say around him. He was too smart. He picked up every nuance about sex and he understood her even when she was trying to be devious. And it was all because his pecker hadn't developed normally. It had gotten abnormally long early and not very thick.
Annie recalled how it had slid in her hot ass. It felt good, then. It slid and slid forever down her pooper. His timing was perfect and his talented pecker had made a second cunt of her asshole. Just thinking about it started the erotic juices in her cunt to run. She lifted her legs and stared at her black-haired fuck hole. It was still shiny with the boy's avid saliva. First his tongue, but never his penis. She'd hurt him and now Annie wondered if he meant to hurt 'her. It was within the realm of possibilities-in any case.
Suddenly he came back into the bedroom and Annie moaned softly. Ralph was carrying a big, green cucumber in his hand. She knew he had picked the biggest. It was too big for her cunt, she was sure of that if nothing else.
"Get on your knees, Mrs. Brownwell," Ralph ordered.
She didn't know why. It was just something she had promised. Still, she did as he ordered her. She got on her knees and leaned forward like in the picture. She was stark naked and her lush tits draped forward and swept almost against the bedspread.
It was shameful, posing like that. Her cunt was poised in hairy, sinful relief between her thighs and there was an obscene thrill pounding through her breasts.
Ralph stood and silently ripped off his shirt and jeans. And then Annie felt the bed sag a very little as the boy got on it behind her. His skin was hot and greedy against hers as the boy's stomach pressed against her behind. His pecker was a long toothpick irritating her satiny asscheeks. But, to Annie's dismay, the boy wasn't planning on using his cock where it belonged-in her tight, wet little pubic hole. Instead he would use the fruit to turn her on. Annie couldn't say even how ashamed she was that she would let him. Surely her cunt wasn't drooling at the thought that she was to be fucked by a cucumber....
"Hold still," Ralph gritted. And then, miraculously, the boy's pecker was pushed between her legs and giving her fuck hole a transfusion of youthful posture.
Her cunt lips twisted around his boner with evident joy. She was reprieved and she knew it. Even her cunt knew that something special had happened.
In and out, in and out, Ralph stroked his joy into her tight twat. She'd been wrong before. It wasn't big and it didn't give her that special feeling of stretching her cunt apart into torn, burning flesh. It only felt good and warm and gentle sawing in and out of her vibrating hole. "That's it, Ralph," she said. "That's the way I love to be fucked."
Her hips rolled up and down as she impaled her twitching cunt on the hard rod of Ralph's sex. Insides, way down deep, it was super. He went so far into her cunt she thought the boy would take her tonsils out. But it was the outside that gave her special feeling.
Ralph's cock had been zipping insanely in and out of her sex hole and thudding down at the end of her sex tunnel. But suddenly all that ceased. His cock pulled free after plunging into her depths and Annie felt strangely empty. She wanted him to saw his pecker in and out of her and continue the mellow glow of sex. She was enthralled in it. Drowning in it.
"Now, now," he said. His body rested luxuriantly on her naked back while his fingers played happily with her cocky tits. Then they swooped down to her cunt and he was shoving something beautifully thick and blunt and cold against her resisting cunt lips.
"Not the cucumber," she moaned. "Please, not that." Annie had been frightened by the awesome size of the boy's cunt stretcher. She didn't know if she could take it. She wasn't even ready. But once the cold, slick skin of the cucumber pressed against her hot twat she began to soar with tremendous shocks of pleasure pounding her body.
He's going to fuck me with a cucumber, Annie thought. He's going to force that thing inside me and stretch me wide open. He'll tear me apart. It'll hurt ... It ... it ...
Annie's fears roiled inside her head and stopped as she was enveloped by the full sensation of that monstrous thing working its way into her cunt. She tried to pretend that it really was the boy's cock. After the initial shock of the chilly vegetable being forced past her pussy lips left her, it seemed more and more like a penis. Ralph twisted and turned it with his hands as if he really was fucking her. And Annie was getting stretched open so good that she couldn't resist. It was tremendous. She was pulled wide, like she was being torn apart, and she was so full. And still it kept coming into her twat.
"Aaaaaah," she finally groaned. She was so full she couldn't move. Her vagina felt like a stuffed sausage. Every tremor of movement of the cucumber set off a series of minor orgasms between her legs. Annie's cunt was one continually convulsing pair of toothless lips munching on the cucumber slipping up her hole.
"Do you like that, Mrs. Brownwell?" Ralph asked. The boy tried to keep his voice calm, but there was no doubt that he was highly excited. His little hand trembled as it stroked between Annie's buttocks and when he looked at it critically, his cock throbbed fantastically hard. There was something about Annie's creamy buttocks with her slightly spread thighs and the huge cucumber sticking out of her snatch that turned the boy on.
"I'm going to do it now, Mrs. Brownwell," he said.
"That's ... that's good," Annie replied. Her body was satiated with the pleasure of that awful thing in her snatch and she wasn't concentrating. But the image she got from the boy's words started new tremors of desire in her twat. She could visualize his long, slender pecker even though he was behind her. And suddenly it was very desirable. She recalled how innocent it appeared. A long, slick wand just right for reaming her asshole out. And now that her cunt was already full-overfull, in fact-and aching....
"Ralphie," she moaned. "Will you put it in my ass? Fuck my ass for me?"
"Sure! Would I? You bet ... As soon as I get that cucumber out of your snatch."
"No! Leave it in. Just ... just fuck my butt while it's in there. Fuck it good."
There was a long pause while Ralph absorbed her words. Annie scrunched her eyes tight shut and concentrated on the lovely feel of the cucumber between her thick, fat cunt lips and how wonderful it felt. Her asshole was all twitchy, too. Now that she had thought of it, her butt sticking up in the air was as exciting a prospect to her as her strained cunt.
"Can I ... can I kiss it first, Mrs. Brownwell? Can I?"
Annie shivered with almost uncontrollable intensity. Ralph wanted to kiss her asshole and she hadn't even thought of it herself. It was dirty-but exciting. Really exciting.
"Yes, Ralph," she said in a strained voice. "You can ... lick and kiss my butt."
"Oh, boy," Ralph said. And then his face was being pressed against the round, full curves of Annie's delectable ass. His breath swept hotly over the moist, tender rose bud of her rectum and it started wild chills in her asshole. Closer and closer his hot lips moved between her soft, cushiony buttocks and finally they brushed over her anus.
"Aaaiiieeeeee," Annie screamed softly. The sensation was too fantastic. Then, a moment later it was followed by yet another shock.
Ralph's long, twisty tongue slid into her tight asshole and began to screw her butt in fierce jabs.
Buffeted by the continuing shocks of his tongue drilling her anus, Annie almost fainted when she experienced the super strong shock of movement in her stuffed twat. The boy's chin was rubbing with full fury against the end of the cucumber projecting out of her twat. Each movement was like an orgasm. Feeling rippled and rolled through her body and into her nerve endings and skin. She was being turned into one huge anthill of ceaseless pleasure. She didn't know how long she could stand it-or even if she could stand it for long. Everything was in second place to the orgasms that seemed to roll over her like ocean breakers, mauling her senses and feelings, only to leave her stranded and bruised after they passed over-a helpless target for the next surge to overpower her.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, Ralphie," she crooned to the boy.
Annie couldn't move an inch. She was rooted to the spot, savoring the cucumber in her cunt and the boy's tongue in her ass. She thought of the picture and wondered that it had given her a thrill when she saw the other woman doing this sort of thing. But that thrill had been no preparation for the actuality of this incredible assault.
"Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, pushing her butt back to encourage the boy.
Suddenly her butt was empty. She stopped moving and amazingly the sensations bombarding her senses left her. She was just aware of a dull ache around her cunt, a painful-pleasurable sort of feeling. She was sore there. Really sore and she didn't want to move her thighs an inch, but she was also full of pleasure.
Ralph had moved back. He stared at Annie's rear, at her saliva shined buttocks and rosy anus and the green cucumber sticking out of her convulsing hole and the way her red lined cunt lips tightened and relaxed spasmodically around it making the vegetable move in and out in a miniature fucking motion. His hand played with his naked penis. He knew he wasn't big, but he was hard. His cock was a steel pry bar. And long. It seemed to have grown inches in just minutes and he couldn't wait. He eased forward slowly.
"Ah, uh, ah, uh...." Annie's breath was a series of ragged gasps. She had no voice left. When his hard, hot pecker slid into the very rim of her asshole she had screamed for joy. Then he was sliding in and out, in and out. His balls pounded the end of the cucumber driving it deeper and deeper with feather light taps. She was going insane. She heaved and bucked and twisted and came and came and came. Her cum was running down the insides of her silky thighs in sheets. The bedroom was flooded with the musky odor of her unstoppable cum. Her mind was a blaze of feeling and ecstasy that she couldn't turn off.
"Fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!!!" she screamed. And then again.
She was being split open. She was incinerating and splitting into heat and smoke and ash like an atomic bomb. Her cunt was a witch's cauldron of spitting, boiling ingredients.
Ralph chose that moment to come too. He drove his cock into her with trip hammer blows. His long pecker reached for her womb and bruised the insides of her cunt with hard, battering blows that released Annie's joy to experience pleasure.
Annie's voice rose and fell. Ralph cried out, too. His voice was thinner and more savage. He was a male, venting his strength on the female's submissive body.
Annie reared back, trying to swallow every millimeter of his pecker with her juice dripping asshole. And at the same time he spewed his hot sperm up her rectum, flooding her behind with the vital force of life, burning her ass out.
The cucumber was jolted almost completely into her distended snatch and Annie thought for an instant that she would be ruptured-and she didn't care. It would be that final pleasure. One that could be duplicated in no other way. She was high on sex. High on the feelings of her own body surging to the beat of her own incredible sexual responses.
What was happening to her, what had happened, surged through her brain in an instant replay of heat and lust. Animal, savage lust. She wanted to be rent from hole to hole and she was. She felt like her cunt had torn open and merged with her asshole. She was one non-stop vagina from her throbbing clitoris to her expanded rectum. A single slit lady. And she was delirious with the incredible pulse beat of her sexual pleasure.
Annie felt her butt filling with hot juice from Ralph's cock, and then she sighed and fainted, missing the final moment when she fell forward and the boy's pecker pulled out of her and jerked spasmodically and shot huge drops of hot sperm onto her satiny, creamy skin.
Looking at Mrs. Brownwell passed out on the bed under his still pulsating cock, Ralph became frightened. She didn't move when he talked to her. She didn't stir and he was afraid she might have died. Terror made his cock wilt.
Hastily the boy pulled his clothes on. Then he stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching her still form for a long time before fleeing the house.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Annie awoke, acutely aware of the battered condition of her body. The cucumber had slipped out of the spread lips of her throbbing, aching cunt. Her asshole was still tender from having Ralph's penis ramming in it continuously for God only knew how long.
"Well, Mother, what have you done now?" Jerry stood in the doorway.
"Jerry, son," Annie started to say. Then her voice faded. What could she say?
It was obvious to Jerry that she had done something. She looked exhausted. Her usually creamy breasts were discolored from the fierce squeezing they had been subject to. And, most condemning of all, there were semen stains on the spread.
"I ... I know how it looks, son, but I can explain everything...."
There was a pregnant pause while Annie waited for a reply that didn't come.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked her son. Desperately she wrapped part of the blanket over her naked body. It was embarrassing for him to see her like that, naked and violated. And, Annie had to admit to herself, guilty of a terrible, wicked sin.
"There's nothing to say, Mother," Jerry said. "I'm waiting for your ... explanation."
Suddenly Annie began to cry copiously. Her sobs rent her body and made her shudder and shake with emotion. "I can't, darling. There is no explanation. I'm ... just that way. Don't you understand? I thought I made you see what sex is like. Its not my fault I'm like this. I just can't help it." Annie's eyes begged her son to forgive her.
Contemptuously he looked where she covered her cunt. "You're just a whore, Mom." Anguished, Annie sobbed, "I'm not. Jerry, you must believe me. Punish me, but don't say that. I'll do anything-anything-to prove I'm not really like that."
"Sure, Mom." Jerry moved up the bed and stared at her. "I know what you are." The boy's hand went to his fly and he began opening the front of his pants.
Annie stared at his fingers with renewed hope. Even when he fished in the front of his pants and pulled out his pecker, it renewed her faith that her prayer had been answered. Hesitantly she reached for the soft, white meat. She wanted to touch his prick.
He jerked away, though. His hand tightened around his penis and she saw the end swelling slightly. The hole gaped open in the end. His pecker was jerking slightly.
"What are you doing?" Annie asked at last, as she finally understood.
"I'm going to piss on you, Mom. I'm going to pee all over you."
Annie sat very still on the bed and let the blanket fall away from her. A hot flush started in her skin. It ran all over her body as the impact of his words penetrated.
Finally she said, "That's right, son. Punish me for what I've done. Punish me."
She stared directly into the single, opening and closing eye of Jerry's cock. She shivered with repressed excitement. He was doing the right thing, punishing and degrading her in this way. What could be righter. She'd be punished-and Jerry would forgive her.
There was a small drop of yellow urine gathered on the outer edge of Jerry's piss hole. Annie stared at it, fascinated that he should start to pee so slowly and deliberately.
When it started, the boy's pee was a solid yellow stream that arced high into the air and descended in a hot, spattering stream against her soft, quivery breasts.
Annie moaned and cupped her breasts in her hands, exposing her nipples to the solid spray of urine that tingled hotly on her flesh. Her nipples grew hard under the bombardment and Annie ripped the covers entirely away from her body and exposed herself completely to Jerry's punishment.
The fountain of piss splattered down the front of her body and splashed forcibly against the hot insides of her thighs. Wordlessly, Annie opened her thighs and felt the heavy, steamy yellow stream beat against her sensitive cunt lips. She stretched her thighs wider and droplets invaded even the outer entrance of her twat. It soaked her pussy hair.
The punishment was having a strange effect on Annie. As the heat of her son's piss invigorated her cunt, Annie could only wonder what it would feel like inside her twat. There it might be even better. Just imagine, a hard yellow stream of piss shooting up my cunt and splashing against my womb, Annie thought to herself. It practically made her orgasm.
This isn't what I want to happen, Annie told herself desperately. I want to be punished. I want to be stopped from ever doing these evil things again.
As the pee stopped, dwindling to a few last drops, Annie leaned over the edge of the bed and wrapped her lips around the boy's throbbing, swelling penis. She tasted the bittersweet remnant of his urine and savored it even as she began the rhythmic sucking that swelled his cock. She had her son's penis in her butter soft mouth, her lips milked it causing fantastic sensations to shoot through her body. The cycle was starting again.
Eagerly her fingers stripped up and down the soft length of his penis. She loved the soft feel of his cock skin sliding under her fingertips. The slickness of his cockhead in her mouth turned her on. Slowly at first, then faster and faster she began to pump her lips up and down his stiff rod. His cock jabbed at the back of her throat. She moaned and grabbed his hips and pulled him to her. Then she was falling back in bed and he was following his cock as it drew him after her.
Annie didn't know how it happened. One moment she was leaning half off the bed to suck her son's throbbing dick, and the next moment she was on her back staring up at his balls as they dangled just above her eyes. His cock was a solid stick of candy popping sweetly into her mouth. She could only suck on it. And suck and suck and suck.
"MMmmmmphhh," she moaned around the penis between her sucking lips. She had felt the first touch of her son's fingers on her crotch-between her thighs. He was burrowing his finger tips into the hot pit of her sex hole and she floated on the sudden sensation. At the same time she spread her hot thighs further apart. They were both on fire, seared by the awful heat of her building lust and insatiable passion.
Forgotten was the prickly heat of her son's piss drumming against her pussy lips. Instead, Annie was filled with the frantic heat of her desire. Her hairy pussy was a boiling cauldron of lecherous desire. She put her hands on his body and urged his head down. Down.
Jerry resisted. His head was over the gaping cavern of his mother's cunt. He could look into the mysterious crack of her sex. The thick, fleshy lips were pink-lined, almost delicate inside compared to their gross fatness on the exterior. His tongue ached to plunge into that honey hole. He knew it was wrong. Yet the boy thrilled to the idea.
Although his nostrils were filled with the strong, acrid odor of his own urine, Jerry also smelled the heavy scent of his mother's sex. It rose from her hot box and filled his nostrils with the obvious notification of his mother's untamed sexual passion.
He was being torn apart by his mother's mouth twisting and turning on his stiff pecker. Her hands slid lovingly over his velvety balls building a charge of electricity in them that threatened to rip through his body.
Jerry couldn't help himself. He hated his mother for making him so weak. Yet he plunged his red, youthful tongue into her twitching snatch and sank it to the hilt.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Yagggghhhh," Annie screamed around his plunging prick. She was ecstatic. When her son's pounding tongue lanced into her, it started her vagina writhing and twisting with unsuspected power and force. She sucked hard on his throbbing cock. She pulled desperately on it with her mouth, licking it mercilessly with her tongue.
Jerry could barely move against the sudden fury of his mother's oral attack. His tongue was held firm by her clamping, slimy vaginal muscles. He stroked it in and out and flicked the tip hard against her enlarged clitoris. The pale pink nubbin shivered each time he hit it with his tongue and Annie responded throughout her entire body.
Mostly her lips tightened around her son's cock. She pulled harder at his sex tool with her mouth. She squeezed her own breasts with her hands and pinched her own nipples, imagining it was her son doing that. Higher and higher she rose in her sexual fantasy. She was being carried aloft on an excess of passion.
But something was wrong. The hard, steady throb of his cock in her mouth-the regular pumping of his thick tongue in her twat-it was all impossible. She knew it had to be an illusion. It couldn't be happening because it was too gross and evil.
Jerry raised his head. His tongue left her twat empty like a vault yearning to be filled. "I'm coming," he howled. "I'm coming, coming, coming. Mother. MOTHER."
Annie slurped happily. The boy's thick load spilled into her mouth. It filled her cheeks and she gulped and swallowed and luxuriated in the taste of her son's cum.
He was exhausted by his pumping cock. Jerry swung his leg off the bed and ignored his mother as his soft pecker pulled limply from her still sucking lips. He was dry and the touch was irritating.
"That's good, Jerry. That's good, baby," Annie mumbled. She smiled and her tongue licked the last traces of his sperm from her full, cushiony red lips. She didn't really see her son. Annie was dazed. She was overloaded by the demands that had been made on her. She was literally in a waking dream-unable to separate reality from fantasy and what had happened made everything even more unreal. "More," she mumbled.
Jerry stood and looked at his mother writhing nakedly on the bed. "I'll give you more," he said menacingly. "I'll fill your fucking cunt, Mother," He turned and pulled his pants on and started out the door. His mother lay quietly in the bed and smiled after him as if she understood exactly what the boy had in mind-and approved.
Annie was in a light sleep when Jerry came back. She was on her back, smiling at the ceiling, her body in practically the same position it had been in when he left. She looked used-but contented.
The satisfied expression on her face hardened the boy's resolve. He knew what it was that he was going to do. Opening the bedroom door all the way, he motioned with his head and Mickey walked into the bedroom right after him. Mickey was a little nervous.
"It's all right," Jerry whispered. "She said we could do anything. Just to wake her up when we came back with a little surprise. You dig?" Jerry winked at Mickey.
The bigger boy looked doubtful and then grinned. "Sure," he said. "I dig."
Quickly the two boys stripped, throwing their clothing haphazardly around the bedroom. Annie slept on, not even waking to compare the difference between her son's gorgeous cock with its limber, pale shaft and Mickey's thicker, older looking root. Jerry motioned to the other boy to get into bed gently. He slipped onto the sheets on the other side of his mother. For a long moment, there was a time of hesitation-indecision.
Jerry looked across his mother's gently heaving breasts. "I want her ass," he said. "You already got it in the swimming pool. This time it's mine."
Mickey nodded, and then the two boys went into action as if they had rehearsed it.
Jerry helped roll Annie on her side facing Mickey. He wrapped his fingers around her lush thigh and draped her warm flesh over Mickey's hip. And then he watched in fascination as Mickey wiggled against her. His redheaded cock pressed warmly against her lax pussy lips. Jerry was enthralled to watch how it slid in inch by gentle inch. Mickey had a long cock and it kept sliding between Annie's two, puffy lips and up into her body.
"Wow," Jerry said. He forgot his anger at Mickey for fucking his mother first. The boy forgot everything except the slow advance of Mickey's prick until it was stopped by being full length in Annie's pussy. Jerry could hardly believe what he was seeing. His mother's pussy hair was tightly mingled with Mickey's lighter crotch hair. Her soft cunt lips sucked out around the boy's stiff prick, stopped only by the swell of his balls. "Wow," Jerry said again and began stroking his cock with his hand to get it ready.
Everything was fuzzy and soft feeling in Annie's head as she woke from her sleep. She remembered what had happened with Jerry and she was so ashamed she could have died. She still felt the line of hot piss splattering off her body and cunt, heating her sex organs to an incandescent fury.
But she also felt something else. Something more real and immediate. There was something playing with her cunt. And it felt like a beautiful something.
Annie jolted to awareness in small, horny stages. At first she was aware of the boy's fingers playing with her cunt. Then the natural slow movement of his monster prick into her slot was a continuous thrill. Gradually she became aware of her leg cocked over his hip, of the way she thrust her hips forward to swallow more of his pecker with her pussy. She opened her eyes and groaned with delight as she rubbed her naked boobs against his chest. She had thought she was fucked out. But now she knew better.
"Oooh, Mickey," she said. She opened her lips and pressed them hotly against the boy's mouth. Her tongue snaked between his lips and into his mouth, writhing and twisting in their mingled saliva. Mickey lashed back with his own tongue.
She almost missed the movement behind her, the soft slide of a body closer on the bed, the arm that wrapped around her chest and the hand that folded over her full tit. But there was no missing what happened next. There was no way to miss it.
There wasn't a doubt in Annie's mind that what pressed against her asshole was a penis, and she was twice as sure when the squirming body behind her began to drive it up her asshole like it was a nail. It hurt. She was dry back there even if her cunt was swampy enough to drown the boy's cock that was in it. The cock jamming into her butt hurt.
"Oh, oh, oh," she grunted, each move of that cock in her asshole an effort on her part. She couldn't explain, but she wanted it. She was still fuzzy with sleep but her cunt felt warm and cozy around the surprise intruder. Her butt was also sending her signals: twinges of pain that were mostly pleasure. She moved her hips and was surprised to feel the cock slide into her asshole that much easier.
"Fuck," Annie moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass...."
Annie didn't have to encourage them. Both boys were panting hard. Their hips were banging back and forth and she was having their pegs drilled deep into her sex holes.
"Oh, Mickey," Annie sighed. She felt so good. The boy behind her was finally still and his cock was rammed balls deep into her rear just as Mickey's cock was balls deep into her front. She loved the full, stuffed feeling she had, even though nobody was moving. She loved the sensation of two pairs of balls pressing between her legs.
"Oh, fuck," she screamed.
In a moment, suiting her action to her words, Annie was flailing her hips back and forth in reckless abandon. She thrilled to the sawing motion of the cock in and out of her rectum in a kind of gentleman's agreement with the cock in her cunt. She was always being fucked-front or back-and enjoying the ceaseless flow of fuck sensations through her whole body. She was a sexual torch, lighting the way. Annie wished, at that moment, that every woman could be fucked by two young cocks at one time. Her asshole was sore. But it had been sore before and now it was alive with sexual feeling.
"Harder," Annie screamed. "Harder. Fuck me harder." She didn't know who she was screaming to. She just wanted to be fucked right-fully and deeply.
Rapidly her hips machine-gunned back and forth between the two boys. First her pussy then her asshole and then her pussy was impaled on the boys' cocks.
In and out, in and out. Annie's world was a blur of motion and feeling as her tight twat slid up and down over Mickey's pulsating penis and her asshole clasped and unclasped her own son's throbbing cock. It was ecstasy. It was the end of everything and the very beginning. It's wicked and evil, Annie thought, and I must be wicked and evil.
And then she would really experience those two plunging cocks reaming her out front and back and she would change her mind. It was heavenly. It was pain and pleasure and womanhood rolled up into one tremendous explosion that threatened her very existence. Annie was groaning with pleasure and delight. Harder and harder. She fucked the two boys with fury and pleasure and loved the hot throb of their cocks slapping the end of her fuck tunnel. It seemed to Annie she could feel the two pricks inside her vagina and asshole rubbing against each other. The friction of the movement caused her crotch to become incandescent, to make her asshole and cunt begin to boil.
"Fuck me," she moaned. It was her favorite refrain. She had burst from her cocoon to face her own needs. She wanted to be fucked-hard and often and by everybody. She wanted hot cocks up her ass and twat and in her mouth. She needed them.
"I'm going to cum," Mickey gasped. The boy was panting. His hips were slowing in their ceaseless hard pounding against Annie's pelvis. His cock was losing some of its buoyancy. His body against Annie's was slippery with sweat.
"Don't," Annie begged breathlessly. She didn't know how long the three of them had been fucking, and she didn't care. She wanted it to go on forever and ever. When she tired too much she just sort of stopped moving and let the pistoning effects of the boys' cocks slamming into her front and back carry her hips to and fro. Time and again she rose to the heights of her climax, soaring like an eagle escaped from her body, feeling the thrusts of the two cocks in her body like the pounding of the surf on distant rocks.
More and more Annie rose to such heights. And she stayed there longer and longer. Her body and the fucking was nothing more than the instrument to get her there. To paradise. And she didn't want to come completely down again ever. That was what she wanted from life. To soar in sexual ecstasy. To burn herself out with her throbbing cunt.
"Me too," Jerry sobbed. His hips slapped against Annie's wide, soft butt and his cock shot slippery wet into her asshole and twisted and turned and swelled for the one last time. He was worn out, too. And he had to shoot his load into his mother's heaving, twisting butt. He felt like his cock would fall off if he didn't.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Mickey panted. His arms tightened convulsively around Annie's body. His head dipped down and his lips and teeth fastened hard to one of her ripe, hard nipples and crushed and pulled and sucked at it as he ground his cock up her juicy twat.
Annie quivered to the transmitted excitement of his body. The boy was trying to cram everything up her twat, even his balls, and she tried to help. She wanted it that way. Her hips pulled forward and she willed her already stretched pussy lips to open wider.
Jerry, at the same time, felt his mother's asshole pulling at his root. And it was too much. He heaved against her. His pecker drilled into the hot, mucky depths of her ass and then the boy was trembling with an uncontrolled fever. His pecker jerked and throbbed in her butthole while it poured out cupfuls of his hot sperm.
Annie groaned as she felt her butt getting the hot enema of the boy's semen. At the same moment, or an instant later, Mickey jerked and shook against her and he, too, was filling her with a liquid tribute.
Annie swelled inside. She was a sausage being stuffed with hot pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
For a long, quivery time Annie and the two boys lay together as a single lump of sexual contentment. The tension drained from her and was replaced by a sort of maternal love for the two boys. Their hot, naked flesh was a comfort against her body. Their hands on her tits and buttocks and thighs reassured her that it had all been real, not a dream.
Gently she disengaged herself from the two boys and got out of bed.
The mirror revealed to Annie that she was a mess. She hadn't escaped the ravages of almost continuous sex throughout the day without being marked by it this time.
Streamers of semen trailed down Annie's thighs front and back. They tickled running across the flesh. Her breasts were sore and swollen. Red marks marred the surface where Mickey had bitten her tits, or where Jerry had squeezed with his hand and fingers as he vigorously fucked her asshole.
Even the area between her buttocks where her son had rammed his pecker into her was discolored. Her cunt lips were pendulous and looked used.
Annie was half dismayed by her own appearance. But her dismay was tempered by contentment. She had undergone the most severe fucking possible and loved every moment of it.
The visible signs of that fucking were like honor badges or medals.
Her thinking was still muddled and her cunt was so sore that it protested as she walked. Her anus also felt as if something was still rammed up it. Gingerly Annie managed to find her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was so hot it was steaming, she plunged under it and restrained her cries of pain.
The hot water beat against her skin, washing off the semen stains and turning her lobster pink all over. The marks and discolorations on her skin all faded away into the uniform pink and the painful flush of hot pleasure that covered her whole body.
Annie realized then that she was still horny, but even more tired. While standing under the drumming spray of water from the shower, she douched herself-front and back. The hot water pouring into her rectum had its predictable result. She had to scramble from the shower to the toilet and groan as her shit pressed the battered walls of her anus.
When it was over, she felt so drained she could have gone to sleep sitting on the white toilet bowl. But she forced herself to stand up.
She tiptoed past the two boys sleeping in the middle of the king-sized bed she normally shared with her husband. Quietly, she let herself out of the bedroom and went down the hall to Jerry's room where she let herself in and stretched out on his bed. Even as she was sinking down into blessed sleep. Annie had the awful feeling that she had forgotten something. But, she told herself, it couldn't really matter. Nothing mattered.
At least, nothing mattered to Annie at that moment more than the sleep she was missing. She closed her eyes and shut off her last contact with reality as she slipped into a fantasy dream world of cocks and cunts and unending fucking.
When she woke, Annie was covered with sweat. She stank with the dread she had experienced over and over in her sleep: that her husband had walked in on her fucking her son and his friend-and enjoying it with all the force of her being. That was the worst part.
Annie loved her husband. Yet she couldn't seem to make herself act like it. She was torn by the compulsion of sexual desire and her very real emotional attachment to Arthur. She loved to fuck Arthur. She loved the slippery-slick and glide of his cock in her well-lubricated cunt. She was ecstatic when he put his tongue in her hot cleft and sucked her hole or nibbled at her tremulous clitoris. But she couldn't help herself.
Annie loved little boys. Nice, sweet big-cocked or little-cocked little boys. She loved to suck their sweet little peters or ... or even lick their assholes and feel their little hands playing with her titties and her crotch. She died to feel their cocks squeezing into her hairy pussy-and when they were too small for that, to rub against the tender opening of her asshole. And she didn't know how she could ever explain that to Arthur.
He was a psychologist. But, and it was that that made Annie break out into a cold sweat, he was also a man. What would he say if he ever discovered that she did such sordid things with children? In fact, with his own son?
Annie shivered with the mordant fear that enveloped her. She had something to be afraid about and she knew it. Her crotch was sweaty, and not with her insatiable desire.
The other thing she had realized was what she had not done. She had left the two boys sprawled out in the semen and piss stained bed, completely naked. And she had no idea when Arthur would be home. His hours were erratic, but ... she glanced at the curtained window and her heart plummeted. Outside, it was dark already.
That meant, and Annie tried to pull her disoriented thoughts together, that it was almost seven. SEVEN! I would be a miracle if Arthur wasn't already home. Annie felt her heart thump. It was too late already. It had to be ... and it was the end of her marriage....
"NO," Annie screamed. She ran to the door and threw it open and ran down the hall to her own room. She jerked the door open and ran in, expecting to see the two boys on the bed still-sleeping off their sexual exhaustion just as she had been doing.
Her mouth slumped open. There was nothing on the bed. The covers and sheets were gone and the mattress was covered by its pristine white mattress cover.
Feeling flooded Annie's body. Relief. The boys had cleaned up the room and left it spotless-and all she had to tell Arthur was that she started changing the beds and ... and she had fallen asleep in Jerry's bedroom. Relief flooded Annie and she almost went back out the door to see if Arthur was downstairs. And then she remembered she was practically naked-PRACTICALLY! Annie stared down at herself in horror. She was stark naked. She wasn't covered by a single shred of decency.
As she desperately rummaged through her drawers for panties and a bra and then pulled on a soft, knit dress, Annie was thankful to note that her skin was as soft and beautiful looking as it had always been. Even the most obvious marks made by her impassioned love making had disappeared. That was important. Because Annie had resolved in her mind to make it all up to Arthur that night. To give him the kind of fucking he could never get anywhere else ever-even if she was sore and in agony. It would be her penance. She swore it to herself. And she swore that never again would she ... stray.
Dressed, she swirled in front of the bedroom mirror, acutely conscious of her own lush beauty. The way her breasts bulged out the material of her blouse, the way her hips caused her skirt to flare and stretch were an invitation to any man. And Annie meant it to be a special invitation to her husband.
As if reading her thoughts, the door popped open and Arthur looked in. He stared at Annie for a moment as if bemused-as if he hadn't expected to see her there and he was surprised.
"Oh," he said. "I didn't think you were home." He paused. "I was worried."
"I'm sorry, dear." Annie smiled, a radiant, sexual smile. "I ... I was changing beds and I sort of fell asleep in Jerry's room. I'm ... sorry, darling."
"Oh ... it's okay," Arthur said. "I was just worried. You don't usually go out without leaving a note or telling me...." He looked at her and Annie could see the lust in his eyes. His gaze swept up and down the smooth curves of her body revealed by the dress. "Do you think we could take up where we left off this morning-before dinner, honey?"
Annie felt herself melting. Her cunt was hot with the feverishness of desire. She was sore and yet she wanted nothing more than to have her husband fuck the shit out of her.
"Yes, darling," she whispered. "A thousand times yes."
Annie pressed herself against him and rested her hot lips on his. She quivered with anticipation as his hand slipped to the insides of her quivery thighs and stroked up and down on her hot, dewy flesh. His fingers were close to her cunt lips. They were hot and dry. They were so dry they were gritty as if a desert wind had blown across them.
Arthur's hand was cupping her crotch. His fingers were holding the swollen, soft flesh of her twat lips in a firm embrace and it sent shocks of pleasure shooting through Annie's body. She imagined she could feel a trace of moisture starting in her pussy.
"Yes, darling. Yesssss," she moaned. She writhed and twisted her cunt in his hand. It felt so wonderful that she wanted it to go on forever. She thrilled to the soft touch of his fingers over the buttery softness of her pendulous cunt lips. "Hold me," she softly cried.
Squirming in her husband's firm embrace, Annie managed to shake off the dress after slipping the zipper down her back. The knit material peeled off like a clingy skin down to her waist. The bra snaps popped loose and the cups fell away from her firm, cream skinned breasts.
Arthur wasted no time. His hand rose to cup her tits. His fingers closed firmly on the projecting nipples while his other hand played with the excited flesh of her pussy.
Annie was in heaven. She squirmed her hips and used her hands to push her own panties down her thighs. The once suave dress was a bunch of rumpled material billowing around her waist. It looked like a deflated life belt. But Annie didn't care about that.
Without waste motion, Arthur had managed to slip one of his fingers in the tight gash between her thighs. She was sweating throughout her crotch. Her cunt lips under their fine covering of hair were slippery with perspiration. And his finger slipped in with no trouble at all. There was just a tiny bit of pressure, and then he was finger fucking her.
"Iiiieeeeee." Annie's voice keened loudly in the room. The shock of her husband's finger playing in her grotto was too much for her. She was super sensitive to the cadence of his finger fucking her. But, after the initial impact, the sensation leveled off.
Annie pretended that she was just as enthralled by his finger as she had always been. But it wasn't easy. In that remarkable moment of clarity, she realized that what she had been going through with Jerry and his friends had changed her. Maybe not irrevocably, but at least the immediate present was changed. She was hyper sexed and yet under-responsive. What had been sheer delirium two days earlier was hardly adequate sexual stimulation anymore. She needed more. More....
Annie groaned and slumped against Arthur. "Hurry, darling," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me ... different. This time, darling. Please...."
Her heart was pounding wildly. Annie felt she was being consumed by her needs and yet she was gratified beyond belief by the results of getting her desires. She knew there was a danger that she would burn herself out, that if she continued she would be a destroyed shell. She was like the moth dancing to the candle flame. But she couldn't stop.
She wanted to-she had to-make Arthur happy. She had to give him everything. In Annie's heart she feared what might happen and there was no room to wait for tomorrow.
"Hey, slow down," Arthur said in surprise. He balanced with Annie clinging to him. Her hot thighs opened to clasp at his body and draw it to her. Her twat raised to rub enticingly against him like some bitch in heat, no longer coy or beguiling.
Annie's message was clear. The time had come to fuck. To drown the both of them in the hot, spicy nectar of sex. She wanted his cock to drown in her fevered crotch. She needed him to fuck her, hurt her, rape her, make love to her, to take and give.
And Arthur couldn't resist the demand. It was wrong. He knew that, too. But all along he had tried to reason, to analyze, to balance his relationship with her to make her a well person-and he had failed. He had failed as a husband and as a professional healer of emotions.
Perhaps Annie demanded, but it was Arthur who surrendered....
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Arthur fell back into the bed as Annie swarmed over him, pressing her soft body against his hot skin. His fingers roved over her fine skin, stripping her naked even as she plucked his clothes off, discarding them carelessly about the bedroom.
"Darling," Annie sighed, "fuck me ... like I deserve to be fucked. Do everything to me that you want to. I deserve it. Everything." Annie stared up into her husband's eyes and when she saw how hot and fierce they were she trembled in fear. She was suggesting so much ... and yet she deserved to be treated that way. And Arthur deserved to treat her like that ... Poor, patient Arthur. She cheated with his own teenage son ...
The both of them lay naked on the bed and Annie looked at her husband's prick. It was still soft, bent over. She stroked it and wondered at how small and delicate her hand on his penis was. He had a powerful, massive cock and she was noticing it for the first time.
"I took the blankets and sheets off the bed," Arthur said quietly.
Annie's heart leaped. But her face didn't betray her. Her fingers tightened lightly on the thick, meaty tube of her husband's penis. But she didn't move. "I thought so. Jerry wouldn't have been that considerate," she said in a small voice.
"Jerry ... Arthur said it almost as if it didn't matter. "Just Jerry?"
"Arid two of his friends." Annie rolled over on her front side and pressed her face into the pillow. "Do you want to hit me. I won't scream. Do it right now. Please."
"No." Arthur sat up in the bed. His cock wilted more. "I suspected ... that you were sliding. But ... not with Jerry. I ... I...." He looked at her helplessly and couldn't continue.
"Spank me," Annie demanded. She looked at his wilted pecker and knew she had to be punished, for both their sakes. It wasn't enough to just confess-ever.
"No," Arthur said again. He put his hand on her rounded buttocks and watched the twin globes quiver like Jello. Gently he slapped her ass.
"Harder," Annie demanded. "Do it right, Arthur. You know what you have to do."
"I can't," he said. He slapped her asscheek very, very lightly.
"I let him fuck me in the ass, Arthur. You always wanted that. But I let him do it to me first. I cheated you, Arthur. Cheated you out of your maidenhead."
"I know." Arthur slapped his hand down harder. Annie yipped and craned her neck and they both watched the handprint form on her butt like a red birthmark.
"That was good, Arthur," Annie sighed. "Do it again-just like that."
Slowly, as if against his will, Arthur raised his arm. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft, squishy feel of her butt flesh against his palm. And then he lashed down suddenly. The sound was like a shotgun blast. It filled the entire bedroom.
"Eeiiii," Annie squealed between gritted teeth. The impact of his hand striking her naked behind shot between her thighs and started a quivery feeling in her cunt. It felt marvelous, a hundred times better than his finger had. And Annie was glad, because she was being punished, she was being forgiven for what she had done.
Mercilessly Arthur's arm rose and fell, his hand paddling her-butt while she writhed and squirmed. Her behind was hot. It was rosy red from where his hand had slapped her. And each contact of his palm with her soft rear end energized Annie some more.
"Oh, that's good. Do it some more, Arthur. Spank me some more...."
His hand bounced on her beautiful butt. His fingers slid between her thighs and played with the twin pillowy pads of her vagina. The slap of her husband's hand stung-rightfully so, because he was punishing her. But the after affect was like atomic fallout. Annie's body was being shaken apart by the penetrating, joyful throbbing it started.
Arthur hadn't wanted to spank Annie. It hurt him to bring her pain. But he forced himself. It was a catharsis for them both. He knew that Annie could never forgive herself if she wasn't punished thoroughly and severely. That she was her own worst critic and the punishment she was getting was what she decreed herself deserving of receiving.
And-to his shame, as his hand rose and fell with accelerating fury-Arthur began to suspect that he, too, needed the same cleansing. He needed to punish his wife. He had to bring his rage and frustration into the open by physically molesting her.
His palm smacked with hysterical frequency on Annie's red, raw butt. His fingers flailed wildly on the satin smooth orbs of her ass. Occasionally they whipped down between her thighs and snapped stingingly against his wife's unprotected cunt. And when she flinched and mewed softly, he thought, Take that, bitch, and was instantly sorry. But, the part of it he couldn't control was the feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment he felt.
At first, Arthur had been reluctant to punish his wife. Then the physical activity of actually spanking her harder and harder had released his inner feelings of frustration and emasculation. But as he fatigued, even those were drained away as if by alchemy.
What was left was a warm stroking motion of his arm and hand. Almost automatic, his palm slapped politely at her ass and his fingers curled in Annie's warm crotch slot. His fingertips slid up his wife's sex slit, rubbing her throbbing clitoris and burrowing in the tight, clasping hole of her pussy. He responded to her warm sex organs down to his cock.
Annie stirred against him softly, like some sleepy animal coming slowly awake.
"Oh, oh, oh, Arthur," she moaned. "Don't stop, Arthur."
Shivers of unaccountable pleasure stirred through Annie. She had thought her whole body was numb from the countless shocks of getting her butt paddled. But that wasn't the case. Her cunt lips, battered and swollen from the wicked spanking she had taken, wiggled in ecstasy at the touch of his calloused fingers. She felt swollen to twice her normal size, ten times even. Her cunt lips swelled so big between her thighs she wasn't sure but that they interfered with closing her legs. But Annie wasn't particularly concerned with closing her thighs at that particular moment. In fact, she wanted to open them, to invite more of the fantastic touching Arthur was already doing.
"Deeper," she moaned. "Harder." There was no doubt in Arthur's mind what she meant. Convulsively he clasped tight into her crotch with his crooked fingers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Annie sighed. The feeling was one of pleasure. In the state she was in, even Arthur's finger felt like an elephant cock. She was so swollen and congested that her sex passage was tiny, shrunken down until it almost didn't exist.
"Fuck me, Arthur," Annie begged. In the sudden heat of the moment, she knew that this was what she needed. It would be like a new beginning for her. As if she was giving up her maidenhead for the first time-and to the right man.
Desperately she rolled onto her back, ignoring the baked-in heat that billowed around her ass. She pretended it didn't exist as she arched her back and raised her hips in invitation. She rejoiced at the sight of her pussy leaping up into the air, begging for Arthur to shove his cock into it. The soft, hairy entrance to her sex turned even Annie on.
Arthur wasn't immune to the sight. He was shaken by the violence he had just accomplished. He had been a pacifist all his life. He had abhorred physical violence, and yet he had beaten his wife until her butt was aching and red from the bruising it had received and he was emotionally satisfied by it. And now she was begging him to fuck her.
Arthur looked at her upraised slot and licked his dry lips. He owed her something. He owed her ... Slowly he inched forward and breathed in and filled his nostrils with the musky odor of her sex. He licked his dry lips again and began to lower his head between his wife's upraised knees.
"Oooooooo!" Annie squealed at the first dry contact between her cunt lips and her husband's dry mouth. A flush of heat like a hot desert day spread through her loins. Then his hot, wet tongue was pushing into the tight-tight folds of her cunt.
Carefully Arthur's tongue pushed the petals of Annie's cunt aside as it forcibly enlarged her fuck hole. It was so soft and tender, and yet Annie squirmed at the almost unbearable twinges of pain-pleasure that accompanied the intrusion. She was prepared to be ripped open forcibly by a rutting cock and the gentleness of Arthur's prick was heavenly.
She fucked her hips up and down, wincing as her inflamed buttocks bounced softly on the bed. Stabbing pangs of heat shot from her rear into her front, lighting her thighs on fire as well as the liquid volcano constantly erupting between her fevered thighs.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, ooooo," she cried, twisting and corkscrewing her twat around his flickering, jabbing red tongue. He pushed his tongue tip into that constricted tunnel that was her twat and Annie shuddered with wave after wave of orgasm. She could barely cry, "I'm coming," before she was tied in pleasure knots by the wave of feeling that swept over her. She thrust her cunt up hard and screamed as his nose rubbed her gritty, sensitive clitoris. She heaved and convulsed and cried. The feeling was so good that she was afraid she might faint.
Weakly Annie looked up at Arthur over the twin mounds of her softly swelling breasts. "I want you to fuck me, darling. I want to have your beautiful prick tearing in my cunt, ripping it open and making me feel it. I want to come around your beautiful cock and swallow your cum up my hole. Now, darling. Right away."
Arthur lifted his head and his busy tongue pulled out of her hole and licked the last sweet drops of her juice off her pussy lips. "I thought you'd never ask," he said.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Annie held herself in an iron grip as Arthur shifted his weight and moved up above her. His mouth, slick and smelly with her cunt juice, came down on her lips and his long tongue wiggled into her mouth and caressed her tongue.
It was like being raped. He was so hot and fervent boring between her lips that Annie could only surrender as gracefully as she knew how while her fingers glided down between their two bodies and stroked the hard, long pecker that lay against her inflamed belly.
His weight pushed her tender ass down into the bed and she flinched as her hot butt rubbed against the sheets. Involuntarily she jerked her pelvis up and Arthur's swollen, round penis was ready. The enlarged, purple head nudged against her saliva slick slot and then was shoving inside her portal. Annie moaned even as her cunt poured out a tremendous load of cunt juice on the delightful intruder.
"Ohm, oh, oh, God," she cried out in a blind frenzy. She was being consumed by the fantastic experience of having his pecker penetrating her cunt, stuffing her tight tube with his sex meat. Her vagina was tight around it, like a glove around a finger, and she could feel each exuberant throb of his erotic penis in the depths of her womb.
Then Arthur was pouring his cock to her. Up and down, in and out, his slippery cock slithered in and out of her clasping hole. She was soooo tight each caress was a heavenly dream filling her bottomless well. She closed her eyes and imagined she could see the pistoning of his pecker in her cunt. She knew that his cock was shiny with cunt juice and pink toned with blood. She stretched her legs wide to let him in deeper and deeper.
Arthur plunged down against her and drove her ass into the soft bed. Fire spread through Annie's body. The heat in her loins was matched by the prickly pain-pleasure in her buttocks that seared wildly through her.
Annie loved it. She rolled her eyes wildly and flailed up at Arthur, impaling her soft cunt on his hard prick. She had to remember she was doing it for him. That she was being punished for being a naughty girl. The punishment-the big, tearing penis in her tight slot-was too much like pleasure. She was crying and tearing at Arthur's naked back with her fingers trying to force more and more of his cock inside her hole.
"Give it to me, Arthur," she screamed. "Give your fucking cock to me."
Each movement of her hips encouraged the downward thrust of his pecker and Arthur drove his sweaty body against her naked flesh. His cock slithered eagerly in and out of her hairy pussy. His balls bounced enticingly between her gaping thighs and punished her sensitive asshole and battered asscheeks.
Harder and harder they ground against each other. She was so tight that Arthur could barely keep himself from shooting in her twisting, writhing channel. And he stretched her to the point that she thought he was tearing her cunt open-tearing her soft ass in half.
"I'm going to," Arthur sighed. "I'm going to come. Now. Nooooowwwww...."
"Wait," Annie cried. She hunched her hips up. She wrapped her legs around her husband's waist and opened her delightful slit to his plunging penis to the utmost extremity. She was begging him to saw her in half with his weapon-and he tried.
He plunged her body against the mattress and as she came up on the spring his penis drilled an extra fraction into her slithery cunt. His fingers tore her crotch apart, making it easier for his penis to fill her slathering, trembling sex hole.-
"More, more, more," Annie moaned in an almost sexual delirium. She was loving it, every fucking minute of it. His cock was like a high speed drill buzzing in her hairy pussy. She couldn't get enough of it. She vibrated to the ends of her toes with the surging tide of her orgasm as it built in her.
Arthur's arms tightened around her body. He stiffened and even his penis seemed to grow harder as he rose to the brink of his climax. He stabbed into her cunt. His hard pelvic bone ground with incredible force against Annie's soft-hard clitoris.
Electricity flashed from her clitoris to her diamond hard titties. Her buttocks rubbed desperately against the hard mattress building the heat in her hungry cunt, filling her crotch with deep down, bone feeling. She was going to explode. Her vagina pulsated hotly around his penis, milking it, sucking it, loving it.
And Arthur responded. His cock surged and lunged in her pussy and swelled and the heat started in his tight, tight balls and burned out along the length of his cock to the bulbous, swollen head. He pounded in her and his soft flesh hammered against the silken womb at the end of her tunnel.
And then Arthur erupted.
His hot sperm jetted into her sucking well. His cock pulsated in her sex tunnel and swallowed the almost non-stop outpouring of semen.
Helpless, Arthur wrapped his arms around Annie and ground into her, his hips cradled by the saddle of her thighs catching and holding his body. His bare buttocks trembled as he poured his load into the swampy softness of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," Annie sighed. Her own orgasm flowed over her in smooth ripples that lifted her to small heights and drilled her sensitive hole with pleasure and then dropped her only to raise her again. She was ecstatic.
She cradled her husband and rocked him in her arms and crooned to him. It didn't matter that she was stiff from the spanking, that her sore ass made her almost too tender to lay on her behind. In her own, simple female way she had proved to herself that Arthur loved her enough to overcome her evilness.
She smiled up into her husband's face and he smiled back. And then they kissed and their tongues played hotly in each other's mouths. But for the moment they were satiated. They were full of each other and more sex would have been just wasted frosting on the cake.
For Annie, the world was becoming a sunny place again.
And then she looked up. Her face clouded and a chill seized her heart. Her arms trembled and she tightened them around Arthur's bare back and tried to recapture the rapture that had filled her only moments earlier.
"Gee, Mom, that's really swell," Jerry said. He sneered at her with his voice.
"Get out of here." Arthur raised his voice and stared at his son. "Get to your room where I can talk to you later," he ordered. His voice snapped loudly with the ice in his tone.
"Why don't we talk now, Dad," Jerry said. "I mean, we're going to talk about mom, and she's right here and might as well hear."
Annie was ashamed and embarrassed. Her son was seeing her in sexual embrace with his father-fucking. It seemed too evil and wicked to contemplate. She tightened her hold on Arthur and cried, "No."
But it was too late for that.
CHAPTER TWENTY
"You don't know it, Dad," Jerry said, swaggering into the bedroom. "But mom is the town whore. The best lay on the beach, if you know what I mean."
Arthur was standing up and waiting quietly while the boy came to him. His nakedness or the limpid cock straining over his balls didn't bother him. And Arthur was proud enough of his physical condition to have no hangups over being seen in the nude by his son.
Unfortunately, Jerry didn't realize that. He had the power, the knowledge to make things go his way, and the boy planned on exercising it whether his father liked it or not.
Annie couldn't look. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her legs spread. The hot trickle of semen oozed from her gaping cunt and made her pussy hair a sticky bog.
"I got witnesses, Dad. Everything you need for a divorce. Maybe enough to get her locked up somewhere, if you want. She can't stop you with what I know ..
Jerry was still smirking when his father hit him. The grin was wiped from the boy's face as he spun back and hit the wall. "Goddamn you," the boy screeched in frustrated rage and came off the wall waving his fists. "I was going to help you ... get rid of her. The whore ... the cunt. .
And then Jerry looked surprised and he ran into his father's naked fist and he slumped quietly to the bedroom floor, the sneer gone from his face.
Arthur looked at his wife, dazed by what he had just seen-what he had done.
"Annie," he cried desperately, "what's happening to everything?"
And then he wrapped his arms around her and let her stroke him as she comforted him. After a while, she said, "Jerry is right...." Arthur had his emotions in hand and he sat next to her, glancing at her naked, beautiful body and unable to resist the rise of his cock. His wife was magnificent. Enough to give a plaster saint a hard-on. And he realized what was wrong.
"Darling," he said. "It's my fault. It's not Jerry or you-it's my fault."
"No," Annie said. "Never...."
"Yes." He shook his head at her. "The boy is jealous. All along he's wanted you. He's wanted to fuck and suck you and then, when it happened, it happened to others too. He probably dreamed about you and jacked off. And, when you broke down, when your barriers were overrun he couldn't stand the thought of sharing you. He wanted you to be a plaster saint because he knew he couldn't have you-he shouldn't. And when he did and the other boys were fucking you and sticking their dicks up your cunt, it was too much for him. He even wanted me to side with him against you." Annie bowed her head and held her husband's cock in her hand and rubbed it alongside her face in abject submission and apology. She didn't even notice the trail of shiny semen it left. "It was my fault," she said.
"No, you don't see," Arthur said, shaking his head with a bitter expression on his face. "I wouldn't admit that I couldn't do for my family what I do for others. I had to have it all. So I diagnosed you wrong. I thought you were simply a controlled nymphomaniac...."
"But I am...."
Arthur brushed away her protest. "No," he said. "Perhaps a little oversexed. But that's the way you're made. You personify sex. Boys and men can't help but daydream about sticking a cock into you because you're a real woman. And how can you do anything but want it to happen-because that was what you were made most for: to fuck!"
"I ... I don't understand." Annie kissed his prick and savored the salty flavor of it flooding her mouth.
"It's my fault. I've kept you sex starved-and Jerry was attracted to you like a magnet to iron-he's sexually frustrated all the time, too."
"But...." Annie looked up at him.
"It isn't too late, darling." Arthur lifted her up to his height and kissed her lips and tasted the heavy flavor of his cum on her saliva. "I don't have to be so selfish. I ... I can share you."
"Share...?"
Arthur's eyes moved to Jerry lying on the floor, starting to wake up. "Me and Jerry, are we enough for you?"
"Darling, darling, of course." Annie pressed herself against him and felt her tits tightening, hardening and rubbing erotically against his body.
"We'll share you equally-prove we love each other equally," Arthur said. He reached down to lift Jerry to his feet. The boy looked at both of them, uncomprehending.
"I know just the way," Annie promised. And she put her naked arms around her son and her husband and squeezed them both to her bosom.
In just a few minutes, she knew she was going to go back to bed with the both of them, her experienced, virile husband and her innocent and equally virile son. And then she was going to share her body, her abundance with both of them at the same time. She'd never had two cocks going into her cunt at the same time. But it had to be equal. And that was the way. She could see herself sandwiched between the two of them, both pricks stabbing into her tender vagina, which opened reluctantly to accept them both. Annie knew it might hurt a little. It probably would. But it would be worthwhile to feel both her men filling the aching void that had caused her so much agony for so many years.
She smiled at them and hugged them. "I think," she said, "we can start by getting on the bed together...."
