Mom’s Boy Hunger

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Mom’s Boy HungerChapter 1He was so young. Couldn’t have been more than eighteen. And here I was old enough to be his mother. Lord, my own c***dren were his age.Why was I doing this? It was insane. Respectable women don’t do things like this with the young boys they hire to cut the grass.But his cock was so big. I’d noticed it right away in the crotch of his tight jeans when he’d come to the door politely asking if I wanted the lawn mowed. I just couldn’t stop myself from seducing him.My cunt had been itching for days, without me really admitting it to myself. Frustration had been building. And then, there on the front porch with sandy hair, freckles and a smile, was the unexpected answer to my dilemma. I knew he was the solution the instant I saw that throbbing bulge in his pants.I’d immediately agreed to his offer to work in my yard. Then, while he was out there pushing the mower under the hot sun, I’d made my move.I went outside and watched him work for a few moments, noting the healthy sweat that trickled from his handsome face and stuck his T-shirt to his muscular back. Even at s*******n he was a hunk.I knew I wanted him. Had to have him. Would do anything.I walked over to where he was toiling. “You look hot,” I said. “Why don’t you take your shirt off?”He mumbled something and then drew the soggy cotton over his head. I had to suppress a gasp at the sight of his bare chest. The scent of male flesh had never turned me on so.When he went back to work, I sat on the steps and watched his rippling muscles play against each other. With the sweat drenching his skin, his sinews were glistening. He looked as powerful as a jungle cat. After waiting a few minutes, I got up and approached him again. There was no way I could leave this magnificent specimen alone.”Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested. “Come in the house and have something to drink. I’ll fix you some lemonade.””Okay,” he shrugged. “I was getting kind of beat. The weatherman says the temperature is going to set a record today.”Once I had him inside the house, I situated him on the couch while I went into the kitchen to prepare the promised lemonade. It was when I was mixing it in the pitcher that I got the idea of dumping about a pint of vodka into it.”Say,” he said enthusiastically after a couple of gasses of the concoction, “this stuff is great. You make great lemonade, Mrs., uh. . .””Lawrence, Mrs. Lawrence. But you can call me Betty. What do they call you?””Well, my real name is Horace,” he replied with embarrassment. “But I’d appreciate it if you’d call me Buzz.””Buzz it is,” I reassured him. “You’re certainly no Horace.””Thanks a lot, Mrs., uh . . .”Betty,” I reminded him. “Betty.””Will you have some more lemonade, Buzz?” I smiled.Chapter 2A little background.I was your typical housewife. You know, the traditional bored variety.I had everything a woman is supposed to have to be happy. A nice house in the suburbs. A hard-working husband. Two healthy c***dren.. A stationwagon in the garage for my own use. A generous household allowance.And, of course, I was thoroughly miserable.I wanted to fly, not have my feet planted firmly on the ground. And the new permissiveness of the 1970’s had not made my life any easier.I would watch these talk shows. You know, the ones with Masters & Johnson and Xaviera Hollander on them, and think. Is this all there is? There’s something missing in my life.For all our prosperity, my life was devoid of excitement. When all was said and done, I was just a glorified maid. The sum-total of my existence was wrapped up in cleaning and cooking and meeting the demands of other people.What about me? What about Betty?I’d had such romantic dreams when I’d married. I’d been certain that Ted was my Prince Charming. That we would always be blissfully happy.But living happily ever after just occurs in fairy tales, as I’d ruefully learned. Life is a struggle, even for a member of the American middle-class.Especially a female member.Your k**s, your husband-they’ve all got the outside world to go to. But a housewife? She’s stuck.The home is like a prison. More and more lately, my goal had been to break out.But how?For all my complaining, I still loved my husband and k**s. The last thing I would ever do was abandon them. Somebody had to take care of them, and that was my job.If there was only some way I could still be a wife and mother and get my kicks at the same time. Some way for me to achieve inner fulfillment as a woman, while still caring for my family.I was sitting around thinking about this after Buzz had left. There was a ton of laundry to be done, floors to be waxed, and grocery shopping to be done, but my sanity was at stake. And something told me that the answer to my dilemma might be wrapped up in my adventure with the teenage gardener.My interlude with Buzz had .. been unique because, while it was happening, I had actually been spiritually and emotionally transported away from my daily drudgery. I had always assumed that if I ever had an affair I would be consumed by guilt. On the contrary, however, I felt especially good about what I had done.In fact, if the truth were known, I couldn’t wait to try it again.Maybe, I dared to think, this is the answer. Fooling around. After all, hadn’t I seen so-called experts on television talk shows maintaining that extramarital sex could sometimes help a stagnant marriage? I hadn’t believed them up until now, but maybe….I mean, no marriage was more stagnant than Ted’s and mine.And I had to admit, Buzz had made me feel fantastic. What could possibly be wrong with that? With feeling good for a change?Then, as I sat there pondering my situation, it began to dawn on me. If I had the courage to go and follow my instincts, there was a way out of my domestic prison. And, best of all, I didn’t even have to physically leave it. I could still do the cooking, cleaning, and all the rest of it, and he happy besides.”A secret life,” I whispered the logical alternative in awe. “Nobody will know but me. Nobody will be hurt.”I quickly convinced myself that it could only help the family. If I was happier, then it only stood to reason that Ted and the k**s would be happier. And, who knew: my sex life with my husband might even improve.Feeling like a new woman for having arrived at this conclusion, I jumped out of my chair and charged into my household duties. The quicker I polished them off, the sooner I would be free to plunge into my new life-style. Euphoric with my dramatic decision, I was already horny again, even though I had just finished fucking a teenage boy.The laundry and the floor-waxing went easier than they had in years. I just whizzed right through them. In a couple of hours I had completed these tasks, and still had most of the afternoon in front of me. Only grocery shopping remained, and in its case I had decided to combine business with pleasure.In the past I had always done my marketing at a nearby shopping center, where everyone knew me. Now I drove across town, looking for a store where no one would recognize me. Needless to say, I had more on my mind than roasts, detergents and vegetables.I found what I was looking for in the frozen foods section-and I’m not talking about TV dinners. There was an incredibly handsome man there, looking at the meat pies. Immediately I wanted him.”Are you a bachelor?” I sidled up next to him and broke the ice. “You don’t see many men in the supermarket at this time of day.”He laughed, making himself even more attractive. “No, my wife and k**s are out of town. I’m having to take care of myself for the first time in years.””Maybe I could help you,” I said. “If there’s one thing I know about, it’s shopping for groceries.””All right,” he agreed. “What’s better-the beef or the turkey pies?””Neither,” I laughed. “The best I can say about any of this stuff is that it’ll keep you alive. Since you’re on your own, why don t you treat yourself to something special. A fling.””I never thought of that,” he shook his head. “Why not?””Come on,” I took him by the hand. “I’ll show you where the fresh meats are. And the vegetables. Cheeses. And how about a bottle of wine?”I was charmed by his enthusiasm. By the time I had helped him fill his cart with goodies, he was bubbling with excitement, just like a k**.”I think I’ll go right home and cook all of this stuff,” he said. “I can’t wait to eat it.””Oh, do you know how to cook?”His ecstatic expression abruptly drooped.”What’s wrong?””I forgot about that detail,” he muttered. “Cooking. I’m afraid I can’t even boil water. All this food will go to waste once I put my hands on it.”It was time to make my move. “I’m not doing anything this afternoon,” I said. “How about if I tag along with you and cook it for you? After all, I talked you into buying all this stuff-the least I can do is show you what to do with it.”A man doesn’t often receive an offer like this. I could tell it made him nervous, but my persistent smile melted his apprehension.”Okay,” he finally went along with my suggestion. “I guess I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”I followed him to his place in my car. He lived in a suburb on the other side of the city from mine. In other words, the location was perfect, nobody would know me there. When I finally left, nobody would know that I bad been in his house but him and me.Once we were inside his ranch-style home, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Actually I didn’t have to use the toilet, but I was anxious to remove my underthings. When I made my move, I didn’t want any bra or panties in the way.Out of the bathroom, I marched right into the kitchen and prepared a gorgeous meal. Maybe I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but I poured whatever I had into this one.We ate heartily, polishing off the bottle of wine in. the process. We were both feeling exceptionally comfortable when we sat down on the sofa for after-dinner conversation and drinks. Considering the good time we were having, there seemed nothing out of the ordinary that we were sitting so close together we were touching.He’d said his name was Hank. Maybe it was an alias for the occasion, I don’t know. I say this, because I’d told him my name was Andrea instead of Betty. Andrea sounded sexier, and besides it would further obscure my actual identity.”Whew,” Hank exhaled, “I can’t remember when I’ve eaten so much. I feel as though I’ve gained ten pounds.”I looked down at his belly. Sure enough, it was straining at his belt with all that food inside it.”Why don’t you loosen your pants,” I cunningly suggested. “I’ll understand.”Ordinarily I suppose he would have looked at me askance. However, Hank had a half a bottle of wine and most of his after-dinner drink inside him, so his inhibitions were considerably diminished. He didn’t even mind when I undid his belt for him and unsnapped his trousers.”There,” I said. “I’ll bet that feels a lot better.””Thanks,” he grinned, “it sure does.”I engineered a pause, during which I looked at his lap. Then I struck: “I know something that would feel even better. Especially with your wife away, and all.””You’re the boss,” he grinned some more.There was no point in saying it. I just did it.Before Hank could guess my intention, I dropped my hand into his lap and unzipped his fly. I had his cock out before he could move.It was a big one-just like I’d planned on. It wasn’t hard yet, but I had plans for that, too.”Wha-what are you doing?” Hank stammered, but he certainly didn’t sound as though he wanted me to stop.”Just think of it as an after-dinner treat,” I cooed, and then dropped my face to his crotch. The first taste of his prick made me orgasm all by itself.He squirmed on the sofa, but he didn’t try and move away. And even if he had been so disposed, he couldn’t have my oral grip had already descended halfway down his quickly stiffening shaft.I sucked his cock all the way down to his nuts. Nuts that were now out in the open and churning.”Mmmmm,” I announced when he was fully erect. “I love your prick. I hope you’ll like my pussy. Lord knows, ft’s wet enough.”He automatically reached for the crux of my thighs. I had manipulated him into a position that by now no red-blooded male could resist. When I pulled up my skin, my bare twat was there waiting for him and he was a goner.”Stick your fingers inside,” I told him. “I’ll suck your cock some more while you fingerfuck me.”I didn’t wait for an answer. Hungry for prick, I closed my lips over his standing organ once again and swallowed it to the hilt. At the same time, Hank introduced three of his fingers into my slit and began probing.We kept this up for several minutes, getting hotter and hotter. By the time we decided to go on to better things, my mouth was working like an oral cunt and Hank had his entire hand in my creaming snatch.”Time to fuck.” I released his hard-on. “My pussy s so hot I think I’ve got blisters on my thighs.”Hank was breathing hard, too aroused to talk. His wordless reply to my proposal was to grab my blouse and rip it from my torso. Here my bra-less condition paid off, as my lover was presented with the immediate sight of my bare, bobbing breasts.”How do you like my tits?” I proudly inquired, noticing that my turgid nipples resembled fresh strawberries.Still mute, Hank thrust his face between my heaving jugs and clasped them to his cheeks. While he was doing this, I grabbed his stiff cock and began pulling it toward my fuck-hungry cunt.”Do it to me, Hank!” I implored. “Fuck me while you’re eating my tits!”As I slid down on my back, Hank worked his way between my legs. Right away the head of his prick rubbed against my ultra-sensitive labia, searching for the dewy slit of my soul.”Stick it in!” I cried. “Jesus, I want it so bad!” He gave it to me. With a violent pelvic surge, Hank rammed his tool to my depths on the first try. I wiggled my ass from the tight, tight fit.Now we really began fucking. All the while Hank kept his mouth on my tits, using his tongue and lips all over their tingling expanse-especially the nipples.I wrapped my legs around him, making his phallic penetration even deeper. Hank’s cock felt even bigger than Buzz’s had. I couldn’t help but wonder if he made love to his wife with as much passion as he was doing to me, a complete stranger.The head of his cock was maddeningly chafing within my womb. Hank’s teeth were gnashing against one nipple and then the other. I was experiencing orgasm both downstairs and upstairs.And now it was my lover’s turn to come.”Let go, Hank!” I screamed. “Fill my pussy with your hot, sticky jizz!”His cock lurched within me, seeming to penetrate all the way to my spine. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his phallic lunge had cracked my vertebrae. Hank’s big moment was here.”Oooooohhhh!” he released the air from his lungs, as he simultaneously released the cum from his nuts. There was an explosion between my legs and my cunt was abruptly swamped.I scissored bun, trying to tighten the muscles of my pussy so I could keep all of his glorious gunk inside me. It was so hot-felt so good-I didn’t want to sacrifice a drop of the precious fluid.But there was too much of it for one woman to hold. After it had engorged every nook and cranny of my fuck-canal to the depths of my uterus, the cum-flow reversed direction and came spewing out. In fact, the force was so great that Hank’s prick was pushed out of my cunt in the outpouring.Suddenly my thighs were awash with the milk of my lover’s seed. I was hemorrhaging with sperm.Orgasming to the point of delirium, I twitched and writhed until I toppled off the sofa. When I came up for air, I was on my knees and looking straight at the vertical smile of flank’s prick.Yes, yes, his cock was still as hard as ever. So far he was matching the teenage Buzz in sexual energy. I just knew his wife couldn’t do this for him..I kissed his prick, lapping away the gooey remainder of his first ejaculation. Then I said: “How do you want to fuck me next?”He looked at me as though he’d just discovered buried treasure. Obviously Hank hadn’t been getting many offers like mine from his wife lately.”Wh-where would y-you like it?” he self-consciously stammered, apparently unable to believe his good fortune in hooking up with me at the supermarket.”Wherever you feel like sticking that great big prick of yours,” I left it up to him. “Anywhere and anyway you want to fuck me is what’s going to make me come the most. All I want to do is please you.He slipped off the couch and joined me on the floor. “I-I’ve always w-wanted to do t-this,” he muttered, placing his hands on my shoulders and forcing me down to my elbows so I was on all fours, resembling a bitch in heat.When I was positioned in the way he preferred, he moved around behind me. There, he sunk his fingers into the crack of my ass and pried my buns apart. I could feel his hot breath wafting against my exposed anus, as he poked his face in for a close peek at my most intimate orifice.Then there was a finger, a finger probing my rectum. Sliding within me and wiggling around. I felt an immediate spasm all the way up to my colon.”More fingers,” I pantingly told him. “Spread the hole apart so your dick will fit when you get ready to fuck me.”Two, three fingers crammed within my tight shit-pit. The two outer ones spread, whit the third pushed forward. I moaned with pleasure.When Hank removed his fingers from my asshole, I told him to lick it. “Make it sloppy with your spit,” I instructed. “The wetter you make it, the easier your dick will slide in.”At last he was ready for the phallic descent. It was his cockhead between the cheeks of my ass now, and it was knocking at my door.”Shove!” I screamed, wanting it as badly as I’d ever wanted anything in my life.”Ooooommph!” he grunted, and his dick took over. It jammed inside me like a spike, ripping up the narrow canal to my bowels.”Deeper! Deeper!” I begged. “All the way!”Even with the preparations, it was an extremely tight fit, Hank’s cock was so big. However, neither of us would accept anything but the ultimate. This meant he had to keep pushing and straining, and I had to endure a pain so intense it felt as though I were being disemboweled.I loved it. God, it hurt so good!Then, when I could feel his balls roiling against my backside, I knew we had done it. Hank was fucking my ass to the hilt. Now it was time to relax and enjoy it.He was even better at cornholing me than he’d been servicing my pussy. His huge cock felt even more immense and longer in my anus than it had a notch below. And the friction created by his steadily pumping motion was an orgasm-giver of a stellar degree.I couldn’t see the action, so I closed my eyes and imagined it. Imagined the sight of Hank’s stiff dick whipping in and out of my tightest orifice. My anal ridges tugging like a noose around his pistoning shaft. His balls contracting and contracting, drawing up within him as they prepared to force the cum out with their extreme pressure.I wanted to scream, sing, cry, bay at the moon. Shout to the world that at last I had found a to get what I deserved out of life.”Come! Come!” I gave in to my desire to let it verbally all hang loose. “Come, you big-cocked bastard!”Hank responded to my epithet as I’d hoped he would. The more passionate the lovemaking, the more vigorously the partners seem to respond to obscenity. I’d learned that lesson by talking dirty to Buzz, and now I was going to the well again with my second fling of the day.”I want your cum!” I shrieked. “Fill my ass! Cum from your big, big prick, son of a bitch!””Whore!” Hank got into the swing of things. “Only a filthy whore likes it in the ass!””Right!” I readily agreed, at the top of my lungs. “I’m nothing but a whore, and you’re my fucking pimp!”That bit of spontaneous invective turned the trick. Hank’s prick expanded that extra bit so well known to women as the harbinger of ejaculation, and then did its duty.This time the cum seemed like shrapnel, as it tore into my tenderest depths. Having your womb flooded with jizz is one thing; but the irrigation of your colon is something even more. It feels like someone has poured hot lead up your ass.Once again I tried to keep it all inside me. And, once again, it was impossible.The flow dramatically reversed itself, squirting out with even more intensity than it had entered. For the second time during a fuck, Hank’s hard-on was expelled by the pressure. Cum was shooting from my ass through the air, and then pooling as it landed on the floor.When it was finally over, Hank’s cock was finally wilting. Well, he’s no teenager, I thought, but he makes up in quality what he lacks in quantity.”Sure,” he beamed. “I think I could drink the whole pitcher.””Please do. After all, I made it just for you.”Within ten minutes all of the lemonade-and the vodka contained therein-was gone. To my delight my teenage gardener was laughing and flushed.Stumbling over his words. drunk. And vulnerable. “Hadn’t I better get back to work, Betty?” he asked.”Oh, take your time,” I replied. “You still look kind of bushed. Why don’t I sit down on the couch next to you and you can tell me a little about yourself. I always like to know a little something about the boys who work for me.Before he could think about it, I had walked across the room and slipped down beside him. Our thighs were pressing and I could feel how strong he was.”Are you active in any sports, Buzz?” I started the interrogation innocently enough.”Yeah,” he smiled proudly. “Basketball.””You don’t seem that tall,” I cooed, rubbing his leg.”Well, I’m a guard. You don’t have to be too tall to play that position.””Do you score a lot of points?””I averaged fifteen last season.””Do you mind me rubbing your leg?” I abruptly changed the subject.”Uh, no-no,” he boyishly stammered. “It feels good.””Would you like to rub my leg, Buzz?””C-could I? I-I mean, do you think it would be all right?””It would be perfect.”Then I pulled up the hem of my skirt to show him it would be. When he hesitated I gently seized his wrist and plopped his hand on my exposed thigh.His rubbing was kind of hesitant, so I decided to give him a little encouragement. “Would you like to go higher, Buzz?””I-I beg your pardon,”” “Betty,” I-firmly insisted. “You-you re sure you don’t mind, Betty?””I’d be offended if you didn’t, Buzz.”To emphasize my eagerness, I lifted my skirt even higher. The crotch of my panties was now showing it was damp.Buzz’s fingers began to trek up the inside of my thighs. A tingling sensation was rippling through me, making my pussy even wetter and causing my womb to spasm. I was orgasming just from his mere touch.He stopped his digital probe just short of my snatch. While, on the one hand I appreciated his politeness, on the other hand, I was disappointed he wasn’t more aggressive. I had already made up my mind that I was going to fuck him, and the fact that he wasn’t as determined as irritating.”Would you like to feel my cunt, Buzz?” I came right out with it. “I’ll play with your cock if youNice boy that he was, he was struck dumb, of course. This suited me just fine because it gave me the opportunity to completely capture the initiative. If I had to **** him to get his cock in my pussy, I’d do it.Guiding his fingers into the well of my crotch, I used my free hand to unzip his fly. To my delight Buzz wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock came springing out like the blade of a knife. God, it was hard!The instant his exposed hard-on had thrown all pretense asunder, Buzz gouged his fingertips into my snatch. Pushing the panties into my crack, he began vigorously feeling me up the way he might some date in his carat the drive-in movie.”I could get naked,” I played my ace in the hole. “Then you could take off your pants and make love to me.”You mean, f-f-fu. ..””Yes, Buzz, fuck me,” I sweetly smiled. “I’d love to feel your big cock in my tight cunt. We could go into my bedroom and do it on the bed. I’d wrap my legs around you and give you the ride of your life.”drunkenness destroys the inhibitions of even the most decent people. And Buzz was as drunk a young man as he was a decent one. Under the circumstances, I had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.I led him to the bedroom by the hand. Then, when we got there, I quickly shucked my clothes. His eyes practically bugged out of his head at the sight of my glistening twat and heaving tits.”I’ll take off your pants for you,” I said. “I don’t want anybody touching that big cock of yours except me.”While he stood there mute, I undid the waist and pulled the jeans down his legs. Then, as he stepped out of the pants, I smeared his prick and nuts with kisses, unable to refrain from orally caressing them.When I had tasted enough cock and balls to hold me, I jumped up on the bed. There I flopped on my back and spread my legs. The reek from my open cunt made my nostrils flare. This was the first time in my life I’d ever been so horny I cold actually smell myself.”Get up on the bed with me,” I took advantage of my seniority to command.As though he were my robot, Buzz complied. He was so obedient. I knew I could make him do anything to me that I wanted-nothing like my damned husband.Buzz’s eyes bulged at the sight of my open cunt, and his mouth watered. Best of all, though, an anticipatory pearl of cum appeared at the tip of his dick. I chuckled to myself, knowing there was plenty more jizz where that came from and that I was going to get it all.”Stick your fingers inside my pussy and get enough juice to grease your cock,” I instructed.His hand was shaking, but he did it. I must have deposited six ounces of female cream on his probing fingertips. And come at least three times in ten seconds from his brief touch.Now he smeared the frothy results all over his hard-on. The organ gleamed like it was made of metal. It was so slick with my fluid that penetration would be quick and sweet.I couldn’t wait!”Fuck me!” I moaned and cried at the same time. “Stick your big, hard cock in my pussy and fuck me until I scream!”However, to my dismay, he started to fumble. Apparently he wasn’t as experienced as I had assumed.”You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Buzz?” I stated the obvious.His embarrassment was acute. He turned a vibrant shade of red that would have looked great on my living room curtains. I hadn’t counted on taking his innocence.”Don’t you have any girlfriends?” I asked him.”Y-y-yes,” he stuttered, “but they won’t let me go all the way.”Then you just masturbate?””All the t-t-time,” he nervously acknowledged.”How many times can you come without stopping, Buzz?” I found myself asking.”Three-four,” he hung his head. “I know I shouldn’t, but . . .””There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I reassured him. “You have to relieve, the pressure somehow. I’m just giving you a better way. There’s no problem.”His blush dissolved. “Gee, Mrs., uh-Betty. You make me feel good.””Not as good as you’re going to make me feel when your cock is inside my cunt and you’re fucking me, Buzz,” I etched the bottom line. “Now let’s stop talking and break you in as a man. What do you say, Buzz?”What he said was a gurgling series of excited incoherencies. I was giving him the opportunity that every cherry teenage boy dreams of and we both knew it.”Fuck me, Buzz! Fuck me hard!”I grabbed his dick and guided it between my spread legs. The instant his cockhead flattened against my damp labia he was completely and utterly mine. Buzz’s virginity was soon to be a thing of the past.”Stick it in!”His pelvis lurched as though it had a mind of its own. I was instantaneously penetrated. The walls of my pussy fluttered and then opened for mare.”Shove!”Buzz grunted and lurched. Lubricated with my juice, his prick surged into the sexual maw of my being. I could feel it burrowing into my womb. The next time I glanced between my legs there was nothing but his balls showing.”Move your ass!”He began rotating his hips in the classic motion, fucking me to the hilt. A salvo of orgasms immediately hit me, making me whimper with joy and wrap my legs around him.I pulled him to my groin tighter and tighter. His cock was probably ten inches long, but I made it feel as though it were at least a foot. Since my husband’s was a puny specimen of not more than six inches, and this was my first affair, this was the most phallus I’d ever had within me in my life.In a way, I was losing my virginity, also.I shoved my mouth to his ear and began muttering obscenities. That’s how aroused I was in this, my first extramarital fling. I had no restraint.I must have moaned the word ‘Fuck’ a hundred times, as I flooded Buzz’s consciousness with my filthiest thoughts. I told him to split me in two with his immense cock; screw me until he killed me; fill me with his young, sweet cum.He responded as I’d prayed he would-fucking me harder and harder. After the pathetic efforts of my husband, the lovemaking powers of a teenage boy were a breathtaking revelation.When Buzz came, it was an explosion. And I’m not speaking figuratively. His prick literally erupted within my pussy.All of a sudden I was flooded with jizz. It was hard to believe that so much of it could be the result of one boy’s ejaculation. This k** had been starved for his first piece of ass, and, thank God, I was the lucky recipient. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other cherry teenage boys there were out there who needed me to break them in to the ways of fucking.However, best of all, when Buzz stopped spurting, his dick was still as hard as ever. The shooting of his first wad in a woman’s cunt had just been foreplay. We were just beginning, as the excess sperm began dribbling from my cock-engorged snatch.Like a tireless machine, Buzz just kept right on screwing me. A whole new wave of orgasms hit me during this second onslaught of cock. I was determined to match him stroke for stroke;The bed was shaking like it never had during my married life. It took a teenage boy in place of my husband to make the springs sing.During the peak of his stabbing penetration of my cunt, I put my hand against the back of Buzz’s head and shoved his face to my breast. “Eat my tits!” I commanded him.His mouth found one of my nipples and began sucking like crazy. The nubbin of flesh was erect to begin with, but now it became positively rock-hard. I felt as though I had a miniature hard-on growing from my chest and that he was giving it a blow-job.When Buzz got around to the second nipple, the thrill was even more intense. This k** could suck!And, down below, he was constantly proving his ability to fuck. The second time around was even more splendid than his initial effort. Despite the theoretical odds against it, I just knew that his repeat ejaculation would be even more copious than his first.It was. His cock grew that tell-tale extra inch which signaled the approach of his orgasm, and then flew apart at the seams with liquid goodness. A molten flow was cascading to my furthest depths. My womb was flooded.”God, can you fuck!” I complimented him, however Buzz was too excited to verbally respond. Yes, you guessed it, his dick was still as hard as ever, all the sex maniac wanted was more of my oh-so-willing body.This time I would give myself to him with a difference. My cunt had had enough for a while. After all, I had other holes to satisfy.”Fuck me in the ass!” I pleaded. “It’s even tighter than my pussy.”Before he would have blanched or blushed, but now my Buzz was in the groove. Like a pro, he yanked his stiff prick from my thoroughly drenched twat and dropped it a notch to my second fuck-hole. My anus was throbbing and red, eagerly waiting for his insertion.His inner descent was even stronger than it had been in my pussy. My asshole was narrow, but not so narrow that he couldn’t prong me to the ultimate on his first try. All of a sudden my guts were on fire and Buzz was buggering me to the absolute hilt.”Faster! Faster!” I screamed, begging him to transform his cock into a piston. I wanted him to shake my shit loose from its moorings.I’ve told you how Buzz handled himself like an expert, even though he’d obviously had no experience cornholing. Now it’s time to blow my own horn.That’s right. I was as inexperienced with ass-fucking as my teenage lover. My husband’s idea of so-called love-making was purely slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Ted would have no sooner taken the time to experiment with my asshole than he would have to sit down and figure out Einstein’s theory of relativity.Yet, despite my lack of anal battle stripes, I handled myself like a professional call girl who specialized in such perversion. The deeper Buzz pronged my butt with his knife-like cock, the deeper I wanted him to go. The pain drove me wild with joy.”Come!” I screamed. “Come in my ass! Fill my ass with cum!”I reached down and squeezed his balls. They were churning to begin with. By the time I finished clamping down on them, they were ready to turn themselves inside out.The jizz came hissing out of Buzz’s hard-on. I still swear that I could actually hear it, even though the head of his prick was buried almost a foot in my ass.All of a sudden I was the orgasming recipient of a sperm-enema. The spunk tore into my colon, displacing the crap and making me joyously bloated. My climactic response was even greater than it had been the two times Buzz had irrigated my pussy.Of course I couldn’t hold it all. Just as in an enema, the hot, frothy liquid eventually came pouring out with as much force as it had entered me. Suddenly I was spraying Buzz’s gruel all over the bed, climactically voiding my bowels.The bedding was a mess. While we writhed and twisted, we literally sloshed in the outpouring that had drenched everything beneath us. The room reeked of sex.Buzz had come three times within mere minutes. Oh, these teenage boys, they were everything popular mythology purported them to be.Needless to say, I was burning with desire to see if he could accomplish a fourth outpouring.And what better way to find out than to offer him a fresh hole? My mouth.Pulling his still dribbling tool from my ass, I begged Buzz to fuck me in my face. “I’ll swallow every drop if you can come again,” I promised him.He fell across my head, his pubic hair scratching my eyes and nose. Wrapping around his turgid shaft, my tongue drew him into nip oral cavity, sucking in inch after inch of phallic hardness.This was my first real taste of his cock. I’d briefly kissed it before, but this was the first time I’d had the whole thing inside my mouth. The taste made me giddy.I wanted Buzz to literally fuck me in the mouth, and he did. Laying his loins across my face, he slammed his pelvis into my face, while the head of his prick probed the depths of my spasming esophagus. I loved it!I squeezed his balls before, so now I put my fingers to work on an even more stimulating task. Sliding them up the sweaty crack of his ass, I found his anus and quickly penetrated it with two hooked digits. His prostate was there waiting for me, a throbbing lump at the bottom of his shit-pit that begged to be kneaded.I had never done any of this before. My husband was always too much in a hurry to get his chauvinist rocks off for me to take the time to blow him, let alone fingerfuck his ass. I had never dared try anything out of the ordinary with Ted for fear that he would be furious. Jesus, no wonder I was so sexually frustrated.Buzz and I were breaking ourselves in together in the fascinating byways of lovemaking. I had learned what I had always suspected: that there’s more to lovemaking than just getting it over with. And my teenage lover was learning that an alder woman has as much or more to offer in the sack than those stuck-up cheerleaders he’d probably been wasting his time fantasizing over.He fucked my mouth deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I’d have a sore throat for a week. Every time I coughed from the soreness, I’d think of Buzz.My fingers in his ass had been a forked eagle’s talon all along-now they became the twin prongs of a gaffing hook. I was digging down into Buzz’s anal meat as though I were trying to pull his prostate gland from his body. Imagine the manufacture of blessed sperm this must have engendered.He was moaning and groaning. . Then he began Snorting like an enraged dragon. Buzz was practically breathing fire, he was so hot.Incredibly, his cock grew. Now it wasn’t just in my throat, but extending into my abdominal entrance.I was enough of a woman to know what this meant-coming. My teenaged lover was on the brink of a fourth ejaculation.And this time I would literally feast on the results!I pulled my fingers from his ass as though I were extracting the cork from a bottle of warm champagne. There was a loud pop. A cascade ensued.Cum poured into my stomach; quenching the thirst I had harbored for so long. I had imagined what the male elixir tasted like for so long-but I had never anticipated anything so intoxicating. Had I been an alcoholic, I could have cured myself of the addiction to alcohol by switching to sperm.There had been too much jizz for my cunt and ass to hold. But not my mouth. I retained every drop. of the wonderful stuff, sucking it all down like I had a vacuum cleaner imbedded in my stomach.”Four times,” I added up the score when Buzz finally withdrew from my face. “You came in me four times. You can mow my lawn anytime you want to, stud”Chapter 2A little background.I was your typical housewife. You know, the traditional bored variety.I had everything a woman is supposed to have to be happy. A nice house in the suburbs. A hard-working husband. Two healthy c***dren.. A stationwagon in the garage for my own use. A generous household allowance.And, of course, I was thoroughly miserable.I wanted to fly, not have my feet planted firmly on the ground. And the new permissiveness of the 1970’s had not made my life any easier.I would watch these talk shows. You know, the ones with Masters & Johnson and Xaviera Hollander on them, and think. Is this all there is? There’s something missing in my life.For all our prosperity, my life was devoid of excitement. When all was said and done, I was just a glorified maid. The sum-total of my existence was wrapped up in cleaning and cooking and meeting the demands of other people.What about me? What about Betty?I’d had such romantic dreams when I’d married. I’d been certain that Ted was my Prince Charming. That we would always be blissfully happy.But living happily ever after just occurs in fairy tales, as I’d ruefully learned. Life is a struggle, even for a member of the American middle-class.Especially a female member.Your k**s, your husband-they’ve all got the outside world to go to. But a housewife? She’s stuck.The home is like a prison. More and more lately, my goal had been to break out.But how?For all my complaining, I still loved my husband and k**s. The last thing I would ever do was abandon them. Somebody had to take care of them, and that was my job.If there was only some way I could still be a wife and mother and get my kicks at the same time. Some way for me to achieve inner fulfillment as a woman, while still caring for my family.I was sitting around thinking about this after Buzz had left. There was a ton of laundry to be done, floors to be waxed, and grocery shopping to be done, but my sanity was at stake. And something told me that the answer to my dilemma might be wrapped up in my adventure with the teenage gardener.My interlude with Buzz had .. been unique because, while it was happening, I had actually been spiritually and emotionally transported away from my daily drudgery. I had always assumed that if I ever had an affair I would be consumed by guilt. On the contrary, however, I felt especially good about what I had done.In fact, if the truth were known, I couldn’t wait to try it again.Maybe, I dared to think, this is the answer. Fooling around. After all, hadn’t I seen so-called experts on television talk shows maintaining that extramarital sex could sometimes help a stagnant marriage? I hadn’t believed them up until now, but maybe….I mean, no marriage was more stagnant than Ted’s and mine.And I had to admit, Buzz had made me feel fantastic. What could possibly be wrong with that? With feeling good for a change?Then, as I sat there pondering my situation, it began to dawn on me. If I had the courage to go and follow my instincts, there was a way out of my domestic prison. And, best of all, I didn’t even have to physically leave it. I could still do the cooking, cleaning, and all the rest of it, and he happy besides.”A secret life,” I whispered the logical alternative in awe. “Nobody will know but me. Nobody will be hurt.”I quickly convinced myself that it could only help the family. If I was happier, then it only stood to reason that Ted and the k**s would be happier. And, who knew: my sex life with my husband might even improve.Feeling like a new woman for having arrived at this conclusion, I jumped out of my chair and charged into my household duties. The quicker I polished them off, the sooner I would be free to plunge into my new life-style. Euphoric with my dramatic decision, I was already horny again, even though I had just finished fucking a teenage boy.The laundry and the floor-waxing went easier than they had in years. I just whizzed right through them. In a couple of hours I had completed these tasks, and still had most of the afternoon in front of me. Only grocery shopping remained, and in its case I had decided to combine business with pleasure.In the past I had always done my marketing at a nearby shopping center, where everyone knew me. Now I drove across town, looking for a store where no one would recognize me. Needless to say, I had more on my mind than roasts, detergents and vegetables.I found what I was looking for in the frozen foods section-and I’m not talking about TV dinners. There was an incredibly handsome man there, looking at the meat pies. Immediately I wanted him.”Are you a bachelor?” I sidled up next to him and broke the ice. “You don’t see many men in the supermarket at this time of day.”He laughed, making himself even more attractive. “No, my wife and k**s are out of town. I’m having to take care of myself for the first time in years.””Maybe I could help you,” I said. “If there’s one thing I know about, it’s shopping for groceries.””All right,” he agreed. “What’s better-the beef or the turkey pies?””Neither,” I laughed. “The best I can say about any of this stuff is that it’ll keep you alive. Since you’re on your own, why don t you treat yourself to something special. A fling.””I never thought of that,” he shook his head. “Why not?””Come on,” I took him by the hand. “I’ll show you where the fresh meats are. And the vegetables. Cheeses. And how about a bottle of wine?”I was charmed by his enthusiasm. By the time I had helped him fill his cart with goodies, he was bubbling with excitement, just like a k**.”I think I’ll go right home and cook all of this stuff,” he said. “I can’t wait to eat it.””Oh, do you know how to cook?”His ecstatic expression abruptly drooped.”What’s wrong?””I forgot about that detail,” he muttered. “Cooking. I’m afraid I can’t even boil water. All this food will go to waste once I put my hands on it.”It was time to make my move. “I’m not doing anything this afternoon,” I said. “How about if I tag along with you and cook it for you? After all, I talked you into buying all this stuff-the least I can do is show you what to do with it.”A man doesn’t often receive an offer like this. I could tell it made him nervous, but my persistent smile melted his apprehension.”Okay,” he finally went along with my suggestion. “I guess I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”I followed him to his place in my car. He lived in a suburb on the other side of the city from mine. In other words, the location was perfect, nobody would know me there. When I finally left, nobody would know that I bad been in his house but him and me.Once we were inside his ranch-style home, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Actually I didn’t have to use the toilet, but I was anxious to remove my underthings. When I made my move, I didn’t want any bra or panties in the way.Out of the bathroom, I marched right into the kitchen and prepared a gorgeous meal. Maybe I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but I poured whatever I had into this one.We ate heartily, polishing off the bottle of wine in. the process. We were both feeling exceptionally comfortable when we sat down on the sofa for after-dinner conversation and drinks. Considering the good time we were having, there seemed nothing out of the ordinary that we were sitting so close together we were touching.He’d said his name was Hank. Maybe it was an alias for the occasion, I don’t know. I say this, because I’d told him my name was Andrea instead of Betty. Andrea sounded sexier, and besides it would further obscure my actual identity.”Whew,” Hank exhaled, “I can’t remember when I’ve eaten so much. I feel as though I’ve gained ten pounds.”I looked down at his belly. Sure enough, it was straining at his belt with all that food inside it.”Why don’t you loosen your pants,” I cunningly suggested. “I’ll understand.”Ordinarily I suppose he would have looked at me askance. However, Hank had a half a bottle of wine and most of his after-dinner drink inside him, so his inhibitions were considerably diminished. He didn’t even mind when I undid his belt for him and unsnapped his trousers.”There,” I said. “I’ll bet that feels a lot better.””Thanks,” he grinned, “it sure does.”I engineered a pause, during which I looked at his lap. Then I struck: “I know something that would feel even better. Especially with your wife away, and all.””You’re the boss,” he grinned some more.There was no point in saying it. I just did it.Before Hank could guess my intention, I dropped my hand into his lap and unzipped his fly. I had his cock out before he could move.It was a big one-just like I’d planned on. It wasn’t hard yet, but I had plans for that, too.”Wha-what are you doing?” Hank stammered, but he certainly didn’t sound as though he wanted me to stop.”Just think of it as an after-dinner treat,” I cooed, and then dropped my face to his crotch. The first taste of his prick made me orgasm all by itself.He squirmed on the sofa, but he didn’t try and move away. And even if he had been so disposed, he couldn’t have my oral grip had already descended halfway down his quickly stiffening shaft.I sucked his cock all the way down to his nuts. Nuts that were now out in the open and churning.”Mmmmm,” I announced when he was fully erect. “I love your prick. I hope you’ll like my pussy. Lord knows, ft’s wet enough.”He automatically reached for the crux of my thighs. I had manipulated him into a position that by now no red-blooded male could resist. When I pulled up my skin, my bare twat was there waiting for him and he was a goner.”Stick your fingers inside,” I told him. “I’ll suck your cock some more while you fingerfuck me.”I didn’t wait for an answer. Hungry for prick, I closed my lips over his standing organ once again and swallowed it to the hilt. At the same time, Hank introduced three of his fingers into my slit and began probing.We kept this up for several minutes, getting hotter and hotter. By the time we decided to go on to better things, my mouth was working like an oral cunt and Hank had his entire hand in my creaming snatch.”Time to fuck.” I released his hard-on. “My pussy s so hot I think I’ve got blisters on my thighs.”Hank was breathing hard, too aroused to talk. His wordless reply to my proposal was to grab my blouse and rip it from my torso. Here my bra-less condition paid off, as my lover was presented with the immediate sight of my bare, bobbing breasts.”How do you like my tits?” I proudly inquired, noticing that my turgid nipples resembled fresh strawberries.Still mute, Hank thrust his face between my heaving jugs and clasped them to his cheeks. While he was doing this, I grabbed his stiff cock and began pulling it toward my fuck-hungry cunt.”Do it to me, Hank!” I implored. “Fuck me while you’re eating my tits!”As I slid down on my back, Hank worked his way between my legs. Right away the head of his prick rubbed against my ultra-sensitive yalova escort labia, searching for the dewy slit of my soul.”Stick it in!” I cried. “Jesus, I want it so bad!” He gave it to me. With a violent pelvic surge, Hank rammed his tool to my depths on the first try. I wiggled my ass from the tight, tight fit.Now we really began fucking. All the while Hank kept his mouth on my tits, using his tongue and lips all over their tingling expanse-especially the nipples.I wrapped my legs around him, making his phallic penetration even deeper. Hank’s cock felt even bigger than Buzz’s had. I couldn’t help but wonder if he made love to his wife with as much passion as he was doing to me, a complete stranger.The head of his cock was maddeningly chafing within my womb. Hank’s teeth were gnashing against one nipple and then the other. I was experiencing orgasm both downstairs and upstairs.And now it was my lover’s turn to come.”Let go, Hank!” I screamed. “Fill my pussy with your hot, sticky jizz!”His cock lurched within me, seeming to penetrate all the way to my spine. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his phallic lunge had cracked my vertebrae. Hank’s big moment was here.”Oooooohhhh!” he released the air from his lungs, as he simultaneously released the cum from his nuts. There was an explosion between my legs and my cunt was abruptly swamped.I scissored bun, trying to tighten the muscles of my pussy so I could keep all of his glorious gunk inside me. It was so hot-felt so good-I didn’t want to sacrifice a drop of the precious fluid.But there was too much of it for one woman to hold. After it had engorged every nook and cranny of my fuck-canal to the depths of my uterus, the cum-flow reversed direction and came spewing out. In fact, the force was so great that Hank’s prick was pushed out of my cunt in the outpouring.Suddenly my thighs were awash with the milk of my lover’s seed. I was hemorrhaging with sperm.Orgasming to the point of delirium, I twitched and writhed until I toppled off the sofa. When I came up for air, I was on my knees and looking straight at the vertical smile of flank’s prick.Yes, yes, his cock was still as hard as ever. So far he was matching the teenage Buzz in sexual energy. I just knew his wife couldn’t do this for him..I kissed his prick, lapping away the gooey remainder of his first ejaculation. Then I said: “How do you want to fuck me next?”He looked at me as though he’d just discovered buried treasure. Obviously Hank hadn’t been getting many offers like mine from his wife lately.”Wh-where would y-you like it?” he self-consciously stammered, apparently unable to believe his good fortune in hooking up with me at the supermarket.”Wherever you feel like sticking that great big prick of yours,” I left it up to him. “Anywhere and anyway you want to fuck me is what’s going to make me come the most. All I want to do is please you.He slipped off the couch and joined me on the floor. “I-I’ve always w-wanted to do t-this,” he muttered, placing his hands on my shoulders and forcing me down to my elbows so I was on all fours, resembling a bitch in heat.When I was positioned in the way he preferred, he moved around behind me. There, he sunk his fingers into the crack of my ass and pried my buns apart. I could feel his hot breath wafting against my exposed anus, as he poked his face in for a close peek at my most intimate orifice.Then there was a finger, a finger probing my rectum. Sliding within me and wiggling around. I felt an immediate spasm all the way up to my colon.”More fingers,” I pantingly told him. “Spread the hole apart so your dick will fit when you get ready to fuck me.”Two, three fingers crammed within my tight shit-pit. The two outer ones spread, whit the third pushed forward. I moaned with pleasure.When Hank removed his fingers from my asshole, I told him to lick it. “Make it sloppy with your spit,” I instructed. “The wetter you make it, the easier your dick will slide in.”At last he was ready for the phallic descent. It was his cockhead between the cheeks of my ass now, and it was knocking at my door.”Shove!” I screamed, wanting it as badly as I’d ever wanted anything in my life.”Ooooommph!” he grunted, and his dick took over. It jammed inside me like a spike, ripping up the narrow canal to my bowels.”Deeper! Deeper!” I begged. “All the way!”Even with the preparations, it was an extremely tight fit, Hank’s cock was so big. However, neither of us would accept anything but the ultimate. This meant he had to keep pushing and straining, and I had to endure a pain so intense it felt as though I were being disemboweled.I loved it. God, it hurt so good!Then, when I could feel his balls roiling against my backside, I knew we had done it. Hank was fucking my ass to the hilt. Now it was time to relax and enjoy it.He was even better at cornholing me than he’d been servicing my pussy. His huge cock felt even more immense and longer in my anus than it had a notch below. And the friction created by his steadily pumping motion was an orgasm-giver of a stellar degree.I couldn’t see the action, so I closed my eyes and imagined it. Imagined the sight of Hank’s stiff dick whipping in and out of my tightest orifice. My anal ridges tugging like a noose around his pistoning shaft. His balls contracting and contracting, drawing up within him as they prepared to force the cum out with their extreme pressure.I wanted to scream, sing, cry, bay at the moon. Shout to the world that at last I had found a to get what I deserved out of life.”Come! Come!” I gave in to my desire to let it verbally all hang loose. “Come, you big-cocked bastard!”Hank responded to my epithet as I’d hoped he would. The more passionate the lovemaking, the more vigorously the partners seem to respond to obscenity. I’d learned that lesson by talking dirty to Buzz, and now I was going to the well again with my second fling of the day.”I want your cum!” I shrieked. “Fill my ass! Cum from your big, big prick, son of a bitch!””Whore!” Hank got into the swing of things. “Only a filthy whore likes it in the ass!””Right!” I readily agreed, at the top of my lungs. “I’m nothing but a whore, and you’re my fucking pimp!”That bit of spontaneous invective turned the trick. Hank’s prick expanded that extra bit so well known to women as the harbinger of ejaculation, and then did its duty.This time the cum seemed like shrapnel, as it tore into my tenderest depths. Having your womb flooded with jizz is one thing; but the irrigation of your colon is something even more. It feels like someone has poured hot lead up your ass.Once again I tried to keep it all inside me. And, once again, it was impossible.The flow dramatically reversed itself, squirting out with even more intensity than it had entered. For the second time during a fuck, Hank’s hard-on was expelled by the pressure. Cum was shooting from my ass through the air, and then pooling as it landed on the floor.When it was finally over, Hank’s cock was finally wilting. Well, he’s no teenager, I thought, but he makes up in quality what he lacks in quantity.Chapter 3I didn’t realize how late it was until I got home. However, when I saw Ted’s car in the driveway I knew it had to be after six.Suddenly I panicked. I may have picked up a man at the supermarket, but I’d neglected to pick up any food. There was nothing for dinner tonight.And if there was one thing Ted expected when he got home from work in the evening, it was dinner on the table by six-thirty. He was probably pissed off already, but he’d be furious when he found out I had nothing to serve him even late.Sally, my daughter, was coming out the front door of the house as I started up the steps. I started to ask her where she was headed in such a huny, but she spoke first.”Boy, Mom, are you gonna catch it,” she said. “Dad’s ready to strangle you for not having supper ready. Where’ve you been, anyway?”She looked at me in a funny way when I didn’t come up with an immediate answer. For a brief moment there, I had the notion that she suspected I’d been having an affair.”And just where are you headed in. such a rush, young lady?” I finally found my tongue and verbally covered up my apprehension.”Got a heavy date,” she winked.”But it’s a week night, Sally,” I pointed out.”So what? There’s no school tomorrow. It’s summer-or have you forgotten, Mother?”As a matter of fact, I had. I was very addled.”Aren’t you going to have any dinner, Sally?” I asked after an uncomfortable pause, during which my daughter stared at me as though I were most peculiar.”What dinner?” she made me seem like a fool again. “Daddy wouldn’t be raising the roof already if you’d fixed anything to eat. . The only thing that’s going to be dished up around here tonight is a lot of yelling and screaming.”She was absolutely right, of course. “Okay,” I acknowledged defeat, “go ahead and go. But where’s the boy?””He’s picking me up at Trudy Cooper’s,” she called over her shoulder. “We’re doubling.””Who’s the boy?” I called back across the yard before she could get out of earshot.”It’s a blind date with a guy on the basketball team. He’s a friend of Trudy’s brother. I don’t ordinarily go out with guys I don’t know, but you know me-I just can’t resist a jock.”And then she was gone. Alone, I stood on the porch trying to work up enough nerve to go inside and face my steaming husband. Now that I was no longer talking to Sally, I could hear him yelling all the way from the kitchen.”Might as well go in and face the music,” I sighed to myself. “It’s time to get off the merry-go-round.”However, before I could open the door, it did so from the other side. Don, came bustling out in his customary all-energy fashion.”Mom!” he blurted. “Where’ve you been?””That seems to be the $64 Question,” I sighed some more.”Dad’s in there ready to kill you,” my son reported, as if I didn’t already know. “You know how he gets sometimes.”I certainly did. Ted was a good provider, but there were stings attached. The main one was that when he didn’t get his way, he felt it was his God-given right to erupt like a human volcano.”Where are you going?” I asked Don the same question I had asked his sister.”Over to Butch Hobson’s to spend the night,” he answered. “His mother says it’s all right-they’re having hamburgers for dinner..And they don’t fight, I filled in the rest of it in my mind. Then, when I looked around, Don was gone, too. I felt like I was on a sinking ship.There seemed no alternative but to go in. Maybe, I allowed myself some optimism, I can get a few drinks into Ted and cairn him down before he tears the house down.He was thundering in the kitchen when I entered the house. Pots and pans were crashing, dishes breaking, as he apparently hurled them around the room to vent his anger. Since the kitchen was the room in the house most associated with me, it apparently made him feel better to wreck everything in it.I took a deep breath and went in to confront him. “Okay, Ted,” I said, “I’m here. You can stop breaking things and go to work on me, if it’ll make you feel any better.”He turned; saw me, and practically breathed fire in my direction. Then he lunged at me with cat-like quickness and grabbed me by the throat before I could get away.”This is too much, Betty!” he bellowed like an insane sea-lion. But there his words stopped. He was so angry that he couldn’t talk any more.”You’re turning purple, Ted,” I found the courage to point out. “Remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure. Especially when you borrowed on your life insurance to buy that boat.”That got him where he lived. The grip on my neck relaxed and I was able to wriggle free. “Come on,” I tried to take advantage of the lull in his fury, “I’ll fix you a nice, stiff drink. Then, while you’re relaxing, I’ll get busy on something to eat.”The last part was particularly skating on thin ice, since I didn’t know if there was anything edible in the pantry. However, if I could get Ted calmed down, I could make the rest up as I went along. If I got him drunk enough, I might be able to get away with peanut butter sandwiches.Quickly I had Ted in a chair and switched on the television set, so I could keep him occupied while I poured him a double slug of bourbon. I hoped one of his favorite cop shows was on. blood and guts always seemed to have a calming effect on him.I was in luck. Something even more violent than a cop show was on. The news. They were showing a live-action tape of the bloodbath surrounding today’s skyjacking. Terrorists were being mowed down all over the screen, to Ted’s immediate glee. Finding the bottle of whiskey, I filled a water glass two-thirds full of straight poison and shoved it in my husband’s hand while he drooled over flying bullets. After he took a big gulp, he became as placid as a kitten.Now I excused myself and went into the kitchen to try and find something to fix for dinner. Unfortunately, I put Mother Hubbard to shame. The cupboard was more than bare, it was barren. We were even out of Wonder bread and Skippy peanut butter. There wasn’t even a stale Twinkie in the house.”More whiskey!” Ted called from in front of the TV. Well, I thought, maybe I can just keep feeding bin’, that.I filled his glass even fuller than I had the first time. Ted took a swig like he. was drinking Pepsi. He’d be dead-drunk within minutes.I wasn’t too fond of him smashed, but under the circumstances of this evening I was looking forward to it. At least if he was bombed I could forget about all this dinner nonsense. All I’d have to do to keep Ted happy was keep pouring whiskey into his glass.The news was over by the time Ted was on his third drink, so I switched the channel for him, looking for something good and gory.The network programming hadn’t started yet, so the best I could do was toiler derby. This seemed to satisfy Ted, especially when the woman skaters started bouncing each other’s bodies all over the boards. My husband seemed to enjoy any form of entertainment in which women were abused.I sat in a chair beside him and tried to watch, keeping his glass full the whole time. Pretty soon, though, I wasn’t watching the set, but Ted’s reaction to the violent goings-on polluting the screen.Even though his senses were presumably deadened by alcohol, the spark in his eyes were remarkable whenever one of the female skaters was abused. I started to feel almost uncomfortable in the presence of this sick form of entertainment, and most particularly my husband’s reaction to it.”Where you going?” Ted slurred when I got up because I was unable to watch any more.”Uh, I thought I’d read.””No!” he abruptly bellowed. “Stay put. I want you right here.””But I . . .””That’s an order!””All-all right,” I acquiesced, frightened by his sudden bombast. “But do you think you could change the channel?””I’ll do better than that,” he said, and surprised me by leaning forward and clicking off the set.I didn’t know what to think. “D-do you want to talk?” I ventured.His response was a drunken leer. “No,” he drawled. “You know what I want.”But I didn’t. However, considering his mood, I was afraid to say so.Then I knew. Pushing himself up from his chair, Ted boozily swayed while he unzipped his fly.”Kiss it and make it hard!” he ordered, as he pulled out his limp prick.Ugh, I thought. Never had a cock seemed so ugly to me as my own husband’s at this moment.”Kiss it!” he demanded.As much as I loathed the idea of making love under these circumstances, I couldn’t see where I had any choice. By getting Ted drunk I had sort of painted myself into a corner. There was no telling what he’d do if I didn’t obey his orders.I knelt before him, and moved my face toward his limp tool. But I was trembling so much I couldn’t center my lips properly for the phallic kiss I was supposed to give.He slapped me. “Bitch!” he blustered. “Stop holding back! Kiss my cock!”I knew I had to comply in order to insure my safety-but I just couldn’t get myself together enough to do it. My lips seemed to be turning inward, defensively tucking themselves between my teeth to avoid this horrible task.He slapped me again. This time it was much harder. blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.Another slap, and I toppled from the force. Now I was lying on the floor, and Ted was kicking me. “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” he screamed the same ugly word over and over again.I looked up at him. Rather than being twisted by an angry snarl, his face was beaming. The son of a bitch was smiling. He obviously enjoyed seeing me helpless and in pain.”I don’t need you to kiss my cock any more,” he boasted.I looked down from his face. Sure enough his prick was hard. Cutting through the air like the blade of a dagger.”Now you’re gonna have to suck it,” he declared. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth .. No, **** it!”He fell on me. Because he was drunk and his muscles were relaxed, it was like a ton of bricks.His cock squirmed around on my face like a snake. Then it slithered into my mouth.It began pumping. The head struck into the maw of my throat.I couldn’t breathe. I was choking. Strangling on prick. Gagging.Needless to say, my discomfort was a real turn-on to my sadistic husband. The more I struggled, the harder he rammed his tool down me. His cock had never seemed so big.The whole time he was fucking my mouth, Ted kept calling me vile names. “Bitch! Cunt! Whore! Slut!” he hissed. “You’re getting just what you deserve!”I was beginning to wonder if he was right. Could a husband commit such an atrocity against his wife if she hadn’t been asking for it?I had been complaining to myself for years about Ted’s lack of skill in bed. But I had never stopped to consider how he must have been evaluating me. It was certainly within the realm of possibility that he was just as frustrated as I had been for so long.I had chosen to compensate for our unsatisfactory sex life by having affairs. Who was to say that Ted was any more off-base by attempting to compensate by brutalizing me, especially if I was the source of his dissatisfaction?He probably felt I had degraded him-diminished his masculinity-by not giving him more pleasure in bed. Now he was getting even. Punishing me through the vehicle of sadism.It was so brutal, so savage, as he rammed his bludgeoning cock down my throat to the hilt. However, it was clear from the excited way in which he acted that he was deriving more satisfaction from this monstrous act than he would have from a hundred normal nights of lovemaking.When he came, it was more like hot lead was pouring down my gullet than sperm. My stomach contracted with stark pain from the scalding onslaught.My only hope was that drunk, middle-aged, and in dubious physical condition, Ted would be all used up after one ejaculation. After all, under ordinary circumstances, the poor loser could hardly get it up even once.Not so. These were no ordinary circumstances. When he extracted his cock from my mouth, it was harder than ever. Punishing me had restored his potency to the level of a teenager.”Wha-what are you going to d-do to me, now?” I stammeringly inquired.He just laughed. He sounded like the arch-fiend in some 1950’s horror movie. Vincent Price with a hard-on.Why had I even wasted the breath to ask? Of course he was going to **** me. My own husband was going to **** me.He started by ripping my clothing away. The fabric dissolved in his grip like wet tissue paper. I was nude within seconds.Clasping his hands over my knee-caps, he violently pried my legs open. My pussy was gaping. My nostrils flared from the stench of fear which emanated from it.”Well, well,” Ted chortled, “looks like we’re not as turned-off as we’d like to pretend to be.”What in the world could he mean?”Your cunt is soaking wet.”No, no, it couldn’t be. If it was, I must have uncontrollably urinated during my ordeal.Ted poked a finger between my thighs and ran it up and down the cleavage of my labia. Then, extracting it, he thrust it under my nose.”Smell it!” he commanded.I held my breath, afraid, I guess, of what the scent might reveal.”Then taste it!” he bristled, and shoved the soggy finger between my lips.I tried not to recognize the tell-tale taste, but it was no use. There was no denying the flavor of my own pussy juice. My cunt wasn’t dripping with piss, but with involuntary arousal.”You want me to treat you rough, don’t you, bitch?” Ted played the macho role to the hilt.I couldn’t bring myself to admit any such thing. True, my pussy was marinated in its own juice, but fear can do funny things to you. I just would not admit that being brutalized turned .me on.”Don’t come clean with yourself, then,” Ted laughed derisively. “It’ll just give me more of an excuse to knock you around. I’ll beat you up so bad that you’ll wind up begging for more.”This clinched it for me. No matter what I felt inside, I would never reveal any emotion to my sadistic husband other than loathing. He could **** me all night, I didn’t care. My pussy might cream, but the rest of me would be hating him.”Go ahead and fuck me if it’ll make you feel like more of a man!” I bitingly issued a woman’s most profound dare. “Lord knows, nothing else has made you behave like one.”This wasn’t what he had expected. He reacted by spitting in my face. Then, he punched me with his fists about the head and shoulders. Eventually his knuckles crashed into my tits, causing so much pain that I was on the verge of vomiting before he stopped.”I’ve kept you waiting long enough,” he cruelly chuckled. “Enough foreplay.. Time for the main event.” Clutching his stiff prick like a spear, he directed it between my gaping thighs. The lips of my pussy trembled, as his phallic crown drew nearer and nearer.The first touch was like being branded by a red-hot poker. I couldn’t recall my husband’s cock ever having been so inflamed with desire.He stuck it in as though he were skewering me. Not just the head, but the whole organ. Every inch penetrated in the same savage thrust. He had never fucked me like this before, and the act was just beginning.Then his hips started to roll, his ass started to move. His pelvis became like an engine, powering surge after surge to my furthest depths. I could feel his cock all the way to my teeth.”Lift your legs, bitch!” he ordered. And when I didn’t, he did it far me.Grabbing my calves, he lifted my limbs aver my head, not stopping until my Thighs were touching my shoulders. My cunt opened so wide that he could practically force his balls inside me. His prick felt as though it were at least a foot and a half long.He wasn’t through yet, though. Lowering his head to my chest, he turned his teeth loose on my breasts. Suddenly my breasts were being mangled, with special emphasis on my nipples. Those delicate buds were chewed raw. Finally, fresh blood was streaming down the front of my torso.How long would this go on? How long would I have to endure this before he came? I was being butchered.I decided to challenge him. After all, at this point I had nothing to lose, having been thoroughly degraded. I would see how he responded if I figuratively spit in his eye.”Can’t you come?” I made an end-run around his v******e and questioned the capacity of his loins. “You haven’t done it twice in a night since you were in your twenties, stud.””I’m warning you, Betty,” he seethed, “don’t push me.””Why not?” My confidence grew in the face of his defensive reaction. “You’re the one doing the r****g. The biggest joke of all is an impotent r****t.””I’ll kill you, whore!” he blustered.”Just come in me and I’ll be satisfied that you’re as tough as you pretend to be,” I parried his anger. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think you’ve got it in you.”He didn’t know what to make of me. I’d been beaten, bloodied and humiliated, but still I was fighting back. Women-especially wives-aren’t supposed to do that.”Come in me, you bastard, I dare you!” I cried, riding a crest of renewed confidence.He gritted his teeth. His pelvis crashed against mine.But his dick started to grow mushy within my twat. No matter how hard he tried to do the final number, his cock grew softer and softer.I did something I wouldn’t have dreamed I was capable only moments before. I laughed. Uproariously, in fact.The tide had turned. Yes, I was winning.”Can’t do it, can you, Teddy?” I chortled triumphantly. “You’re all talk and no action. If you’re going to come, I’m going to have to make you do it all by myself.”He stammered. He stuttered. Gasped and gulped. But be didn’t deny my contention.I laughed at him. “What a pitiful excuse you are for a man.”He began to cry. And not just sobbing. Big fat tears were oozing from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.”What’s the matter with the big bad r****t?” I cruelly chided.”P-p-please,” he begged for mercy. “Please stop, Betty.””Under one condition,” I sneered. “You’ve got to come in my cunt before I let you go.” “B-but I-I can’t.” “We’ll see.” “Wha-what are you going to do to me?”The time for conversation was over. I responded from the source of my power over him. I tightened my pussy muscles.Yes, they were like a vise. I could feel them literally clamping around Ted’s pitifully diminished dick. Squeezing it. Choking it like a noose.He struggled, but, of course, it was to no avail. When push comes to shove in the eternal battle between cock and cunt, there is no match for the power a woman possesses between her legs.Tighter and tighter I constricted my vaginal sinews. Ted must have felt as though he had steel cables wrapped around, his member. Anguish left his face and was replaced by the evidence of stark pain.Within me, I could feel his dick responding. My cunt was so powerful that it was sucking the blood from the rest of his body into his organ. And once it was there, there was no way for it to escape. Trapped blood in the phallic tissues spells erection, no matter what the disposition of the cock’s owner. Ted’s prick was inevitably growing. I, and I alone, was making it grow. “How do you like it, Ted?” I asked. “How do you like being ****d by a woman?”He gurgled something unintelligible. The poor man was as helpless as a baby in the savage grip of my pussy.Then I upped the ante. Twisting my shoulders up from the floor, I rolled us over. Now I was on top, triumphantly astride Ted’s cock as though I were a queen perched upon a throne.I began wiggling my ass and undulating my hips, setting up a maddening whipsawing action. The friction generation against Ted’s prick must have been excruciating.He was at full erection now-needless to say, in spite of himself. The rest of my husband was a sniveling coward; however, thanks to me, his cock was standing tall.I was going to make him come on my terms, that’s all there was to it. Grinding away, I worked his hard-on within my tight cunt more and more vigorously. What’s more, I seized his balls with my clutching fingers and pumped them. The cum was roiling inside, being involuntarily manufactured by glands that didn’t know the meaning of fear once they were stimulated.With increasing savagery I applied the pressure. Stretched below me, my husband whimpered in defeat. No act of sex with him had ever pleased me more.His cock and balls could withstand no more without giving. Suddenly Ted’s cock lurched as though it were going to tear loose from his groin and there was an eruption.It was like sitting on top of a jive volcano. Molten liquid came pouring out. My cunt captured every drop of it.Sperm seemed to permeate every interior nook and cranny of my anatomy. Ted’s nuts were being sucked inside-out.Eventually, of course, there was too much for a single pussy to hold. Besides, after so much effort, it was time for me to relax. Easing my muscles, I purposely let the wad in my fuck-hole go. It came pouring out of my snatch in a flood, pushing Ted’s now-useless cock out with it.Since Ted was on the bottom, he was abruptly drenched with his own jizz. I laughed at the sight of his stickiness, reaching down and smearing the spunk all over him in a gesture of contempt. I started laughing over what I’d done. God, how I laughed. What a fool I’d made of him. It made me feel so good. After years and years of being under my husband’s yoke, I had finally turned the tables on him, Here’s the really weird part, though. I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve made no mention of any orgasm on my part. There is a reason for this. I didn’t start coming until after I had left Ted sprawled and sobbing and sticky on the living room floor and was alone in bed. By myself, I slipped my hand between my legs and cunt in wonder, glorying in its perfection. Then I started to come. A long, slow climax that built and built and built until it was overpowering. It wound up being the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Perhaps greater than all the ones I had previously experienced put together.Chapter 4The next morning Ted was out of the house before I got up. This didn’t bother me. However, Sally’s absence was something else.”Don,” I called into her brother’s bedroom, “do you know where your sister is?””Mmmmwwwpppfff,” he murmured sleepily into his pillow.”I don’t think she came home from her date,” I said more to myself than to my drowsy son. “Maybe I’d better call Trudy’s to see if she spent the night there.”But before I could reach, the phone, it rang. When I answered it, it was Diane Cooper, Trudy’s mother.We both asked if the other knew where her daughter was simultaneously. Finally, when we got our signals uncrossed, we realized that the girls were missing.”Who were they with?” I asked.”A couple of basketball players.””You didn’t get their names?” I blurted incredulously.”You know how it is,” she responded defensively. “Those boys-they come and go like the house had i revolving door. Who can keep track of them all. I figured if they were basketball players, they must be all right.”I allowed myself to cool off before I spoke again. I was angry as hell at Diane Cooper, but I realized that showing it wouldn’t bring my daughter home safely.”Well, what do we do now?” I finally calmed down enough to say. Under the circumstances I thought it was a pretty rational response.”Why don’t you come over here,” Diane suggested. “Two heads are better than one. We can decide what to do. Maybe there’s something in Trudy’s diary that’ll tell who these boys are.”I couldn’t think of anything better, so I said rd be over as soon as I could. Not that I approved of snooping in people’s diaries-but this was an emergency.The Coopers lived in the same suburb as we did, so I got over then quickly. Diane was waiting for me on her front porch in her bathrobe, obviously a wreck from worry.”God, I’m glad you’re here, Betty,” she sighed as I came up the walk. “I feel so terrible about letting this happen. I know I should have checked on those boys.I couldn’t let her go to pieces on me, so I reassured her that it was a mistake anyone could’ve made, even though I felt much differently inside.In her house, we went to the kitchen where Diane poured us some coffee. “Excuse me,” she said, reaching up to the pantry and getting a bottle, “but I’m spiking mine with a shot of whiskey. My nerves are killing me and even Valium doesn’t seem to work.”She was so self-conscious about her weakness that I felt obligated to provide her with the company which misery craves. “Give me a hit of that too, Diane,” I said resignedly. “I’m not exactly 100% either.”We drank silently. Even though I had asked for it only to be polite, the whiskey had a calming effect on me. Drinking it wasn’t such a bad idea after alt Several ounces of alcohol this early in the day on an empty stomach changed my worrisome perspective to a significant degree.Diane’s demeanor was even more changed. After gulping down the spiked coffee, she became positively giddy.Clumsy, too. Stumbling forward after tripping over her own feet, she landed in my arms. Holding her for a second until she got her balance, I couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe.”Are you all right, Diane?” I asked, as I released her.”The booze went to my head, I guess,” she giggled. “Sorry I ran into you.””It’s all right.”Then there was a pause. Obviously the incident was not closed for her.”Is there something wrong, Diane?” I nervously broke the silence.”You looked down my robe, didn’t you?” she practically floored me.”I beg your pardon.””You were checking out my tits. Trying to see if they match what you see in my clothes. Trying to figure out if Diane Cooper wears falsies.””Diane,” I said sternly, “do you really think this is appropriate? After all, I’m over here because our daughters are missing. Certainly not-not to”Look at my tits?” she asked accusingly.”Certainly not.””Then why did you look down my robe, Betty? I saw you doing it.””You’re mistaken. If I did, it was an accident.””If you want to see them so bad, go ahead and take a good look. I have nothing to hide.”She ripped her robe open. Suddenly I was looking at her bare breasts.”Now do you think I need falsies?”In spite of my better judgment, I felt forced into evaluating Diane’s tits. It was true they were on the smallish side, however they were perfectly formed. And her nipples were blood-red, sticking out at least an inch apiece.”They’re beautiful.””But you’re still not satisfied, are you?” she charged. Obviously Diane was one of these people who becomes belligerent when they’ve been drinking.”This is insane,” I protested. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.””Now that you’ve checked out my tits,” she continued with her shrill defensiveness, “you’re wondering about my pussy. Wondering if I’ve got something to hide down there.””It-it’s the last thing I have on my mind.”However, to be honest with myself, I was lying. Her provocative behavior did have me curious.Diane undid the sash and opened her robe all the way. My eyes automatically trained themselves between her legs. Her cunt immediately hypnotized me.”Me you surprised I shave it?” Diane asked.”Well, uh, yes. Yes, I am,” I admitted. “I-I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never actually seen one.””You have now,” she replied, walking toward me. “Want to touch it, Betty?”I didn’t know how to respond. Diane’s cunt was a source of fascination to be sure, but how could I bring myself to touch another woman’s cunt? It just didn’t seem right.Sensing my reluctance, she grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand to her crotch. All of a sudden I was running my fingers over pussy flesh whether I wanted to or not.When I withdrew my hand, my fingers were wet. Diane’s cunt was sopping,”Sticky, huh?” she leered. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what it’s like inside. What it tastes like.”I was struck dumb. This situation had developed beyond my capacity to react intelligently.”How would you like to eat it?” Diane crooned. “Have you ever eaten another woman’s pussy, Betty?”I shook my head, indicating I hadn’t.”It tastes good. My sister, Gloria, and I have been eating each other, out since we were little girls,” Diane revealed. “Even though she lives in Ohio now, we still get together a couple of times a year. But, in between those times, I get hungry for a little lesbian action-like now!”What should I do, I thought. This was not why I’d come over here. Diane and I were supposed to be figuring out the whereabouts of our missing daughters.And yet I found myself uncontrollably drawn to Diane. To her naked body that seductively undulated before me now.And especially to her cunt. That shaved patch of glistening pink softness that beckoned me to drop down on my knees and suck it.Yes, I had to admit it to myself, I wanted to find out about her pussy.”Come on, Betty,” Diane hissed, “you want to eat me out, and you know it.”She put her hands on my shoulders and forced me down. I didn’t resist. All of a sudden I was kneeling and looking straight between her spread legs. I could see the pink flanges of her dangling pussy lips dripping with dew.Now her fingers laced at the rear of my head and forced my face forward. My lips squashed against her crotch and I was instantaneously intoxicated with her randy scent and flavor.”Your tongue,” she said from above. “Stick your tongue in my pussy, Betty.”I didn’t hesitate. Snapping from my mouth as though it were being pulled by wires, my tongue directed itself to Diane’s creamy slit and plunged inside. Mmmmmm, it was so warm and soft in there.”Make it hard, Betty,” Diane instructed. “Make your tongue hard in my cunt.”I followed orders without hesitation, turning my tongue into a spear.”Now push. Push in my cunt as far as you can.I would have done it without her telling me. Quite frankly, it was the only logical thing to do.As well as to work it around-which Diane also told me to do at the same time I figured it out for myself. It was occurring to me that one woman’s tongue was made to plumb the depths of another woman s pussy.I was catching on so well to lesbian lovemaking that Diane was able to cease her instructions.. In fact, before long, I had assumed the role of the aggressor. Placing my hands on Diane’s hips, I forced her down to the floor, pinning her down with my mouth when she settled on her back.Harder and harder I tongue-fucked her. I was certain that what I was tasting was the inside of her womb. The flavor was intoxicating. I was drunk with desire.However, the more I got, the more I wanted. When I realized that my tongue had penetrated as far as it could go, I knew we had to up the ante.Swinging my body around a full circle, I straddled my thighs against Diane’s face, swiveling my tongue in her twat in the process. She was looking at the saturated crotch of my panties now, and I mentally begged her to rip them away so she could get to my own pussy and start orally fucking it.Her fingers snaked under the elastic and grabbed the soggy panel. Then, with a vigorous yank, she ripped the fabric away. Now my hairy slit was gaping in her face. “Oooooh,” she moaned, “I want to eat you so bad. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since we met at that PTA meeting.” Just minutes before I would have been shocked to learn that I was the object of such perverse desire. Now, however, I was thrilled. It suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world to have another woman lust after my pussy. My loins came crashing down against Diane’s face. With a muffled cry she signaled that my cunt had sealed her mouth. We were sixty-nining as only two women can. Her tongue immediately rigidified and rocketed into my fuck-hole. The raspy tip knew instinctively where to go, stimulating the most sensitive points. I began coming as though I were on fire. ‘We started to roll, twisting over the kitchen floor. Suddenly Diane was on top, then I had recaptured the dominant position. By the time we were stopped by the kitchen cabinets we had compromised and were side-by-side. Best of all, our orgasms were shared. When Diane came, it was impossible to separate her climax from mine, and vice-versa. It was heaven in a suburban kitchen. We went on like this, trapped against the cabinets, for at least a quarter of an hour. Fifteen solid minutes of ceaseless coming. It hardly even seemed as though we took the time to breath. Under the extraordinary circumstances, how inadequate men seemed.Each female orgasm serves to open the door for the following one, every climax superior to its predecessor. There’s none of this aggravating stop-and-start business you get while making it with a guy. Unlike the finite male organ, the cunt is constructed to operate at full capacity indefinitely.When one woman is making love to another, there’s no worry about your partner losing her potency, as there is with a man. There is no dick to keep hard; a cunt is always wet and ready to go.”Do you want to try something else, darling?” Diane lifted her mouth from between my legs and asked.”What did you have in mind?” I coyly responded.”How would you like to be fucked? Fucked by another woman?””I’d love it. But is it possible?””Anything is possible,” she leered, and sprang to her feet.She went, of all places, to the refrigerator. From there she extracted a long, thick piece of some kind of sausage.”Chorizo,” she said, dangling its foot-long expanse from between her thumb and index finger. “It’s a Mexican delicacy. Exceptionally hot.””Show me how it works,” I giggled, as I flopped over on my back and spread my legs until my knee-caps were brushing against my ear lobes.”Very, very simple,” she smiled. “I just take one end like this-“She shoved it between her labia and several inches up her twat.”Then I flex my pussy muscles-“Her slit became a vise. Reacting to the pressure, the free end of the Chorizo shot up into the air just like an erection.”Then I crawl between your legs and fuck the shit out of you, my darling.””Oh, God, I love it!” I cried; bracing myself for her descent.Abruptly she was on top of me, covering me with her beautiful naked body like an umbrella. I did the honors of guiding the make-shift phallus, winding my fingers around its meaty girth and pulling it to the entrance of my spasming love-hole.It was a toss-up whether Diane pushed it in or I pulled it in. But who cares? Just so long as she was fucking me.I wrapped my legs around her, but in a special way. Rather than merely encircling Diane’s waist, I raised my limbs until the calves were resting on her shoulders, and then locked my ankles around her neck. This position provided penetration that was unbelievable.”Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I screamed.And then, when Diane screamed it back, I realized that with our curious arrangement I was screwing her as much as she was screwing me. Only two women could bring something off as ingenious as this.Deeper and deeper we plunged into one another’s spasming pit. The Chorizo was like an electrical cable, transmitting the voltage of our orgasms back and forth between us.Eventually our passion became too much for the Chorizo, The heat in our cunts made it start to dissolve. The skin ruptured and suddenly we were inundated with Mexican meat. It: was greasy and spicy-thoroughly wonderful,The runaway sausage stuffing was like cum, flooding our interiors with its gruel. It was cooking within us, sending off the most fantastic vapors. This was fucking at its best.We stopped only when there was, no more meat to be dissolved. There was nothing to connect us any longer because our cunts had chopped up every morsel. Sated with lesbian love at last, we kissed, arose and wiped each other off.I had learned something about myself this morning that I would never forget. Betty Lawrence was capable of going both ways.Such a revelation about myself would, have made me break out in a cold sweat before Diane had forced me to see the light. Now it made my heart sing.The secret life I had chosen for myself had incorporated an entirely new and unexpected facet. Discovering bisexuality was like winning the Irish Sweepstakes.Chapter 5Once we had cleaned ourselves off and recovered our wits, it was time for Diane and me to get back to the problem of locating our daughters. “The diary,” my friend and lover reminded me. “Let’s check out Trudy’s diary.”We located it under a pile of bikini panties in the top dresser drawer. However, the diary wasn’t all we found.”Look at this,” I said. “I’ve never seen magazines like these. Look at the pictures.”There were color photographs of people fucking and sucking on every page. The men’s cocks were the biggest, and the women’s pussies the juiciest. You could almost hear the models breathing hard as they socked it to one another.”Where did Trudy get this stuff?” Diane shook her head in concern. “It’s bad enough that this filth is available to adults.””Come on,” I said, pulling her away from the distraction of the magazines, “let’s look at the diary.”There were no pictures in it, but it was almost as explicit as the magazines. Page after page was filled with Trudy’s sexual exploits. And when she wrote about them, she spared nothing in the way of description.For example: “Tom’s cock was as hard as a rock as he stuffed it into my tight pussy. I started to come right away. This boy really knew how to fuck.”Diane grabbed the diary and slammed it closed. “I can’t go on with this,” she said. “It’s too much for a mother to bear.””But we have to,” I pointed out. “It’s the only way we can find any clue about who these boys are Trudy and Sally are with.””That’s easy for you to say,” Diane retorted. “I wonder what your reaction would be if this were Sally’s diary.”She had a point there. However, when I flipped the pages forward, this consideration became more than hypothetical.Maybe it wasn’t my daughter’s diary-but in one of last month’s entries, Trudy had written at length about some action in which Sally had participated on one of theft frequent double dates.It pained me deeply, but I felt if I read the passage aloud the rift that had developed between Diane and me would be healed. Believe me, it wasn’t easy.”I’ve always known Sally had a beautiful pussy,” Trudy had written. “But I wasn’t prepared for the sight of it filled with ten inches of steel cock. As I watched them fuck, it just seemed like my brother’s prick was made for my best friend’s cunt. I had fucked Tom many times before, of course, but I’m sure I never did it with Sally’s perfection. I just had to get down on my hands and knees and stick my nose down there so I could watch the action up close. It was fantastic! And when he came, I licked up the jizz as it dribbled from between her legs.””Well,” Diane sighed when I’d finished reading, “it looks like neither of us have anything to be smug about. We might as well press on. I suppose we’re incapable of being surprised any further.”Page after page recounted the most vivid sexual experiences. Sally’s activities were detailed in almost half of them. It seemed our two daughters really got around.Then I reached the beginning of this week. “Here it is,” I said excitedly. “Sally and I have a chance for a dynamite double date. Basketball players. The school g****vine says these two guys have the biggest cocks in the school. I checked with Tom, who knows them both, and he said it’s true.”What are their names?” Diane excitedly bellowed in my ear.”Shhhh, you’ll make me deaf. I’m trying to find out . . . Ahhhh, here it is.” She read the names.I felt my heart abruptly skip a beat. It felt as though I’d just been shot.”Betty, what’s wrong?” Diane wanted to know. “Who are they?”I tried to speak, but my mouth was paralyzed. Growing impatient with my sudden immobilization, Diane snatched the diary away from me. “Larry Green,” she read the name of Trudy’s date.He wasn’t the one who had rendered me mute.. “Buzz Harper.” He was. “Do you know these boys?” Diane asked.”J-j-just one of them,” I was able to manage a stammer.”Which one?”Instead of answering directly, I posed this question: “Diane, do you suppose there-there could be more than one boy on the high school basketball team nicknamed B-B-Buzz?””I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I suppose it’s possible.””R-read some more,” my voice quavered in apprehension. “Maybe Trudy gives his real name.”Her eyes scanned down the page, and then she flipped it over to the next one. “Yes, here it is,” she said halfway down.”Is-is it, H-Horace?” I trembled to my soul. “Yes, how did you know? It says here: Sally’s date is really named Horace. Yeecchh! I hope for her sake he’s more of a Buzz than a Horace.”I felt faint from the revelation. All of my vital signs seemed to be deserting me from the shock.”Betty, what’s wrong?” Diane grabbed told of me and asked with concern. “You look like you’re going to pass out. Do you know this Buzz k** by any chance?”All I could manage was to nod my head.”How?” she excitedly wanted me to elaborate. “From where? This is the lead we need to find those damn girls.”I tried to speak, but I just couldn’t manage it. It was too embarrassing to admit that I’d had an affair with one of my own daughter’s dates.However, Diane was not going to easily quit. She grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me. “This is no time to play games, our daughters are missing,” she reminded me. “Now come clean. Who is this Buzz, or Horace, or whatever he’s called?””He-he mowed my lawn,” I tried to get off easily.”And?” Diane bulldoggedly persevered. “Some escort yalova k** cutting your grass wouldn’t make you behave like this.””I-I-I . . .” I tried to tell her, but the words wouldn’t come. It was all so humiliating.Diane pulled my face around and looked directly into my frightened eyes. I could tell by her expression that she read me like a book.”You fucked him, didn’t you, Betty?” she softly said.”Y-y-yes,” I acknowledged in a whisper.”When?””Only yesterday.””The same day he and his friend double dated with Trudy and Sally?”She shot up from the bed and paced around the room. At first I thought she was disgusted with me, but then I gradually realized that there was something she wasn’t telling me.”D-Diane,” I finally summoned enough courage to speak her name, “are you holding something back?”She stopped circling and wheeled around to face me. Anguish was etched in her face.”Yes?” I said expectantly.”I-I thought I was the only one!” she blurted.”What?””The only one who fucked my daughter’s boyfriends. I’ve been doing it ever since Trudy stated dating. There’s so many of them to pick from, and some of them are so good-looking-I just couldn’t resist.”The coincidence was insane. So insane that I snapped. All of a sudden I was laughing like a lunatic. There seemed nothing else to do.Diane regarded me suspiciously, and then joined in. It was the only way to relieve the tension.”What do we do now?” I asked when she had calmed down. “We know what we’ve been up to, but we still don’t know about Trudy and Sally.”Diane looked at me searchingly before she spoke. “I guess I’d better level with you,” she said. “The basketball team rents an apartment in the city for their conquests. They call it their pad.””How do you know?””I made it with the center a few times.””Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?””I was afraid you’d figure out the rest.””And you think our girls might be there with these guys?””Most likely.””Then let’s get going.”We went in my car, with Diane giving the directions. Plunging into the heart of the city, we passed though one seedy neighborhood after another. When we got there it was a dump located over an abandoned store-front.”They’re just k**s,” Diane shrugged. “They can’t afford anything better. Although I wish they’d do something about the roaches.”We parked the car and went to the ramshackle building. Diane showed me up the stairs, advising me to be careful, because several of them were loose. Obviously she knew this place like a book.”Look,” she said when we arrived at the top, “this is nothing. You ought to see the place the football team has.”She never ceased to surprise me, If I was a late-comer to a secret life, she had practically invented the concept.”How about the baseball team?” I found myself asking,”They have a mountain cabin,” she beamed. “It belongs to the uncle of the star pitcher.”Then our conversation was abruptly terminated by sounds penetrating through the door to the apartment. A girl was moaning, and even filtered through the wooden panel her voice was familiar.”Sally!” we both declared.I put my ear to the door so I could decipher what was being said inside. “Oh, Buzz,” my daughter was gasping, “you’re such a tease. Can’t you see that Trudy and I are busy?””But my cock is burning for some action,” he replied. “I haven’t even fucked you in the ass yet.””Save it until later,” Sally answered, but she wasn’t too convincing. “Trudy and I want to finish making love.””I can fuck you in the ass at the same time,” Buzz insisted.”Well,” Sally giggled, “if you insist.”I looked at Diane. Let’s go in, our eyes said to each other.Without even trying the knob, I put my shoulder to the door and rammed forward. The cheap lock sprang instantly and Diane and I hurtled inside. Slamming the door behind us to further signal our arrival, we confronted our daughters and their boyfriends.They were all naked, of course. Sally and Trudy were sixty-nining on the bed with my daughter on top. Behind her, the all-too-familiar Buzz was working his giant cock between the parted cheeks of her ass. Over in a chair, Larry, the other boy, was sprawled and jacking-off from the erotic sight of his playmates.Incredibly, they didn’t even seem to notice our sudden presence. Finally I cleared my throat to catch their attention.Sally lifted her head from between Trudy’s legs and lazily looked in our direction. Her face was smeared with glistening stickiness.”Well, well,” she drawled, “look who’s here. The Vice Squad.”The four of them laughed. Obviously they weren’t in the least intimidated by Diane and me.”Hi, Mrs. Lawrence-uh, I mean, Betty,” Buzz guffawed. “How’s your lawn?”They all laughed some more, especially Sally. It was clear that my daughter was well informed about my affair with her boyfriend.”Looks like we’ve got more in common than we thought,” Sally smirked.This said, she wriggled out from between the wedge of Trudy and Buzz, got off the bed, and walked over to me. She was flaunting her nudity, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful naked.”How do you stack up against me, Mother?” she taunted. “Why don’t you strip and we can compare bodies.”All eyes, including Diane’s, turned toward me. I had never felt so self-conscious.”Well, Mother, what do you say?” It was clear that my daughter’s shocking dare was no joke. She was determined to goad me into taking off my clothes.Part of me wanted to flee. But when I tried to move, I was paralyzed. I immediately realized that this was because another part of me wanted to put Sally in her place.”What’s the matter, Mother,” my daughter cruelly taunted, “afraid we’ll laugh at your stretch marks and middle-age spread?”This made me angry. For the first time I was mad. Fighting mad.I may have been well into my thirties-the mother of two teenage c***dren-but my body was in splendid condition. I didn’t have to apologize for it to anyone.”What’s it going to be, Mother,” Sally closed in for what she thought was the kill, “put up or shut up?”From somewhere I summoned a steely coolness. “Sure,” I calmly stated, “I’ll take off my clothes-” Then I looked around the room and watched everybody reel from the impact of my unexpected willingness to display my body.While they gawked, I quickly disrobed. Not only was I proud of my body, I now saw it as my most potent weapon to bring my daughter to her senses. Pardon my language, but the little bitch needed to be put in her place by a real woman.Naked, I advanced toward Sally. She cringed in my path, thoroughly intimated by my unexpected reaction to her frivolous challenge.I backed her up to the edge of the bed, and then forced her down in the breach of the scurrying Trudy and Buzz. She landed with her knees clenched together, but I pried them open. Now I was staring straight into the sticky maw of her cunt.”You think you’re such hot stuff, little girl,” I hissed. “Think you’re woman enough to sixty-nine your own mother?”Sally gasped and gurgled, trying to speak, but the words didn’t come. I smiled with satisfaction, knowing that I was completely dominant.Climbing on top of her, I swung my body around and splayed my legs on either side of her head. My pussy was spreading just inches above her face.”How do you like it, darling?” I called back to her. “Still think the cunt that delivered you to the world is tired and used up, daughter dear?”She was still speechless, of course. This was the last thing she’d thought would happen.”Why don’t you taste it,” I continued. “Tell me it isn’t the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.”I slammed my pelvis down. Abruptly the lips of my pussy were grinding against the lips of Sally’s mouth. Squeezing my vaginal walls, I gave her a faceful of steaming juice.Then it was my turn to taste some twat. The wispy, pink teenage variety. The crotch of my own flesh and blood.I poked my tongue down into it like I was sampling a pot of honey. The flavor was mind-boggling. Sally had been having sex all night long with three partners, and her sticky twat tasted like it.Probing deeper and deeper, I socked my tongue into my daughter’s snatch to the absolute hilt. I was in so far my teeth were scr****g against her girlish labia. Automatically; she began moving her hips.There was no more conversation now. Perhaps Sally and I were at odds, but the generation gap meant little when we were sucking each other’s cunt. Stark arousal transcended our differences, as we began sixty-nining panting, sweating earnest.The bed springs creaked as our passion grew hotter and hotter. Sally’s tongue was just as hard as mine now, and inside me as deeply as mine was in hers. Our wombs were being penetrated simultaneously.The others were watching in awe. Nobody had expected things to turn out like this. All bets were off.As befitting one with her long experience, Diane was the first to coherently react. Maybe she was a little jealous of my sudden rapport with my straying daughter, I don’t know, but something sure jostled her into action.”Come here, Trudy,” I could hear her say to her offspring. “It’s time your curiosity about me was satisfied, too.””Wha-what d-do you want me to d-do, M-Mother?” Trudy nervously responded.”Strip me and you’ll figure it out for yourself,” Diane challenged her. “Once you see my body, I’m sure you’ll think of something, if you’re half as hip as you pretend to be in that damn diary of yours.”I wished I could see Trudy’s face, but I was too busy eating Sally’s sweet young pussy. However, I could visualize its shock, and I was sure my mental portrayal was accurate.”Come on, you little bitch,” Diane poured it on, “strip me! Or are you afraid to see your mother naked? Afraid I’ll show you up?”There was an awkward silence, punctuated only by Trudy’s labored breathing. Diane had her on the run, that was for certain.”I guess if I want it done right, I’ll have to do it myself,” Diane chuckled.The sound of zippers unzipping, hasps unfastening, and cloth dropping was heard. I glanced up from my daughter’s twat just in time to see Diane step out of her panties. There was a collective gasp at the sight other beautifully shaved cunt.”How do you like it’, bitch?” she hissed at her daughter. “Surprised your mother has no hair on her pussy?”Trudy just stared at the fleeceless wonder.”You should see what it looks like with a cock inside it,” Diane taunted. “With no hair in the way, you don’t miss anything.”With that, she went over to Trudy’s date, and grabbed the befuddled young man’s cock. Leading him over to the bed by his prick, she lay down beside me and opened her legs.”Come on and fuck me,” she said to him. “It’s time you screwed a real woman, instead of some silly girl. That is, if you know what to do with that hunk of meat between your legs.”Suddenly her limbs became a giant pair of tongs. Seizing the bewildered teen around the waist, she drew him into the well of her thighs so that his cock plunged straight into her gaping slit.She literally sucked him inside her. His dick had been about semi-erect to begin with, but it had hardened into a pole by the time penetration occurred. Diane had at least ten inches within her by the time the insertion was completed.I was proud Diane was my ally, as she really began fucking her teenage prey in earnest. Her ass was squirming around so vigorously on the bed that it was bumping into Sally’s adjacent hip, as she screwed the boy just inches from my face.Confident that my friend had matters under control, I went back to work on Sally’s snatch. With the dual action, the bed was being see-sawed, tipping back and forth from the two couples vigorously making love.This left Buzz and Trudy with nothing to do. The question was whether they would continue to gape in awe, or respond to the erotic stimulus Diane and I had engendered. Their ultimate reaction would be the true test of whether they were as grown up as they had pretended to be until the avenging mothers had appeared.I could hear Buzz muttering something under his breath to Trudy. “But neither of them is your mother,” she wailed in reply. “It’s easy for you to say they’re making fools out of us when you have nothing to lose.””Well, you can stand around and watch if you want to,” Buzz huffed, “but I’ve already fucked one of these broads once, and don’t see any reason to hold back now.”The next thing I knew, he had joined us on the bed. I could hear him breathing behind me, staring at my bare ass as it bobbed up and down on Sally’s sucking face.”Me-are you g-going to-to.. .” Trudy stammered. “Fuck Sally’s mom in the ass?” “Y-y-yes.” “Why not. I’ve already had enough practice.”While Trudy’s runaway breath rasped like an asthmatic’s, Buzz pushed his strong fingers into the crack of my butt and ripped apart my cheeks. I could feel his eyes burning against my throbbingly exposed anus.”The last time I did it wet,” he said. “This time I’m going to do it dry. It’ll hurt her like hell. Then maybe the old girl won’t be so full of beans.”All of a sudden his huge cock was drilling into my tightest hole. He was right, it did hurt like hell. The pain of his charging penetration was excruciating.My instinct was to lift my head from Sally’s cunt and cry out in pain. However, I stifled the reflex, somehow enduring the torture, knowing that if teenagers think they have an adult on the run they’re beyond your control.No matter how hard Buzz shoved, I refused to react in the way which he had anticipated. It was only after he had hilted my ass that I responded, and then it was in the last way which. Buzz had expected.Instead of cringing, I wiggled my ass as though I wanted even more of his cock inside my tight, dry hole. Rather than screaming out in pain, I sighed and moaned with the sounds of abject pleasure. No teenage punk was going to get the best of Betty Lawrence.”Can’t you fuck me any harder?” I temporarily raised my face from Sally’s crotch and called over my shoulder. “You did a lot better than this, yesterday.””Whore!” Buzz blustered, sounding a lot more like my husband than a teenage boy who mowed lawns. “Rotten bitch, I’ll show you how I can fuck! I’ll fuck your goddamn ass until I split you in two!””Is that a threat or a promise, Horace?” I trillingly put him down by referring to him by his hated real name.”Don’t call me that!” he bellowed.”Just shut up and fuck me,” I threw verbal cold water in his face. “Your cock in my ass is what I’m interested in, not your silly name.”In my final glimpse of him before I returned to my daughter’s succulent honey pot, Buzz’s jaw had clamped down in such fierce determination that his mouth was nothing more than a thin line. He was livid with rage. I guessed he really would attempt to split me in two with his ripping cock.So now only little Trudy was left out of the fray. God, what must have been going through the girl’s mind as she watched her mother, her best friend, her best friend’s mother, and Sally’s and her dates wildly fucking and sucking on the overtaxed bed? Which way should she jump?I could hear her footsteps drawing away, as she went toward the door. She must have turned the knob, because the lock clicked.But the door did not open.”No, no, she muttered, “I can’t let them do this to me. If Sally’s going to be on that bed, her best friend’s gonna be there, too.”The lock clicked back into the jamb, and Trudy’s footsteps retraced their path. Then she was at the bed, hoisting her naked body to join the rest of us.She laid herself between the two points of action, bridging the gap with a human link, Her mouth dropped to the union of Buzz’s cock and my asshole, while her cunt spread across her mother’s face.Now we were a chain. All five of us were getting and giving something. It was an orgy.An orgy that didn’t have long to go before it was punctuated by male eruptions. I could feel Buzz s tool expanding that tell-tale extra inch within my shit-pit that signaled ejaculation, and I guessed the same harbinger was occurring at the depths of Diane’s pussy.The two boys gasped as though they’d been punched in the stomach. Then the juice tore loose from theft loins and they were flooding Diane and me. I could feel the onslaught of male goo in my rectum, and glancing to my right I could see my friend’s vulva abruptly swelling from its liquid burden.However, the cream greasing the links of our chain was not entirely masculine. Not by a long-shot.Sally’s twat had started to explode in my face. All the residue of her previous lovemaking was washed away by a searing outpouring of fresh pussy juice. The taste of her girlish goo cut through my senses like a blade of a knife.Then there was Diane. On a hunch, I strained my eyeballs over to the corners of their sockets just in time to see her twat emitting an amber discharge that preceded the excess sperm which ultimately poured out. She had made her pussy as wet with her own secretion as the boy fucking her had been able to do with his semen.And then there was Trudy. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear it. She had her mother gurgling with the heavy gush of her snatch. Diane must have had to swallow at least a pint of her daughter’s pussy juice to keep from drowning.By the time it was finished, we were all friends as well as lovers. The incredible power of raw sex had erased all our differences. The generation gap had been bridged by the ageless university of cocks and cunts.Today, a daisy-chain of mothers, daughters, and boyfriends. Tomorrow, who knew what?Chapter 6It turned out that Sally and Trudy had more friends than Diane and I had ever dreamed of. Apparently they were majoring in sex at high school.All of them weren’t boys, either. It seemed our girls were just as fascinated by bisexuality as Diane and I. Not only did our two daughters simulate the love theft mothers felt for each other with frequent bouts of lesbian lovemaking, they had other girls in their crowd who were similarly aware of the pleasure that can be derived of all-female sex.I’m telling you about this aspect of this situation because of a particular incident that developed which stands out in my memory above all the others.How does an all-girl orgy sound to you? Well, it happened.But that’s still not the extent of it. Oh, noThere were teachers involved.You know the cliche about girls’ physical education teachers? That they’re all dykes?Well, Miss Parker and Miss Franklin more than filled that bill. They came on stronger than a couple of horny truck drivers.Sally and Trudy were keeping this little secret from us, but when Diane and I kept demanding action that was further and further out they finally gave in. “But you’ll have to go along with some pretty strange stuff,” we were warned. “Miss Parker and Miss Franklin like to do things their way.””How so?” I asked excitedly.”Oh, a little humiliation here, a little degradation there,” Sally chuckled. “They won’t touch you until they’ve tied you up.””You’re k**ding,” Diane said.”Oh, yeah?” Trudy cocked an eyebrow. “Just ask Marcia Smith.””What about her?” Diane and I wanted to know simultaneously.”She was absent for a week recovering from the beating those two dykes gave her,” Trudy gleefully informed us. “She had to tell her parents she fell down some stairs. I’m telling you, you have to know how to handle those two monsters or they’ll ruin you.””And just how does one handle them?” I inquired.”Do everything they say,” Diane and I were told.Needless to say, we could hardly wait. An introduction was arranged for a Thursday after school. We were supposed to meet with the two P.E. teachers in the gym, supposedly to discuss our daughters trying out for the volleyball team.”Will anybody else be there?” I asked.”Just all the girls who hang around the gym every afternoon craving some action,” Trudy said. “Parker and Franklin have half the chicks in school dangling on their string. They may be mean, but they always come across. Besides; it’s a good way to get a good grade in gym. There are a lot of A’s given out in that class.”By the time Thursday afternoon arrived, Diane and I were tingling with excitement. We were expecting the something different that makes a middle-class housewife’s life worth enduring. On the way over there we were as atwitter as a couple of schoolgirls.Sally and Trudy hadn’t been k**ding about the students hanging around the gym. When they saw Diane and me walk right into the office, several of them started giggling. I wondered if we would be seeing any of them a little later on.A massive woman with short blonde hair and shirt sleeves tautly rolled around her biceps was sitting at a desk. “Cooper and Lawrence?” she looked up and greeted us by our last names, as though she were an Army recruiter.We nodded.”I’m Parker,” she nodded. “Franklin is waiting for us in the exercise room. C’mon, follow me.”She got up. As immense as she’d seemed sitting down, she seemed even more formidable standing up. Except for a few suppressed secondary female sexual characteristics, she could have easily been a candidate for the next Olympics.Parker led us down a hall to a room at the end of it. When she opened the door we saw a whole variety of exercise contraptions. Right in the middle of it was a short brunette, who was a lean and wiry as Parker was enormous.”Cooper and Lawrence?” the small woman asked.Parker nodded.”I’m Franklin,” she introduced herself. “Your daughters have told us a lot about you two.””All good, I hope,” Diane chattered nervously.It was just intended as a perfunctory remark, however to our surprise, both Parker and Franklin glared at us.”Is-is the-there something wrong?” Diane suddenly became nervous.Parker and Franklin nodded to each other. They communicated with their eyes better than most people do with words.”As a matter of fact,” Franklin said grimly, “Trudy and Sally indicated that you two have been bad.””Very, very bad,” Parker chillingly interjected.”Wha-what do-do you mean?” I stammered.”Seems as though the roles have been reversed in your families,” Franklin resumed the initiative. “Your girls tell us that they’re more like the mothers, and you two are more like a couple of wayward daughters. The prescription seems to be a little discipline to bring you back into line.”It didn’t take Diane and, me long to ascertain what she had in mind. Particularly when Franklin gestured to a device behind her that was originally intended to exercise one’s arms, but for which she and her confederate had apparently developed a much more sinister use.There were springs coming out of the wall, with straps attached to the ends of them. Down at the bottom were a couple of more harnesses for the ankles. Originally the apparatus had been intended to build up the arms, the idea being to lock the rest of the body into a stationary position while the subject made striking motions against the tension of the springs. However, with a few minor adjustments, the device could easily be employed as an instrument of torture.”Which one of you would like to be disciplined first?” Parker asked, a smile flickering across her tough face for the first time.Diane and I were speechless. Although we’d walked into this bizarre situation with our eyes wide open, the reality of it was far more numbing than the preceding speculation.”You’ll do,” Franklin snapped and grabbed Diane. “This room reeks of your cheapness.”Franklin’s grab caused Diane to involuntarily leap across the floor. Despite the gym teacher’s short stature, she was obviously a powerhouse of strength.She literally slammed Diane against the vertical plane of the arm exerciser. Grabbing her wrists, while Parker took ahold of Diane’s ankles in an astonishingly cat-like movement for a body so huge, Franklin had her spread-eagled.All four straps were quickly secured in place and Diane was hanging helplessly from the wall, as though she had been crucified. The expression on her face was utter terror.I started to protest, but then bit my tongue. I’d suddenly remembered Sally’s and Trudy’s warning: “Do everything they say.””Look at those clothes,” Franklin said snidely to Parker. “Aren’t they just precisely what your basic tramp is wearing these days?””I couldn’t agree with you more,” Parker cluckingly responded, “She looks so cheap.””I wonder if she’d look any better without those slut clothes,” Franklin smiled sardonically.”Only one way to find out,” was Parker’s obviously stock reply.”My conclusion, exactly,” Franklin said, as she grabbed a fistful of Diane’s blouse. Then, without batting an eyelash, she ripped it to shreds.”No bra, I see,” Parker remarked, as she stared witheringly at Diane’s bobbing bare breasts.”No shame,” Franklin added. “I wonder if the little hustler is wearing any panties.”Without waiting for her compatriot’s answer, she seized a hunk of Diane’s skirt even more vigorously than she had snagged the blouse, and tore it away.I knew that Diane usually wore panties, but they were added sexual paraphernalia, not to cover anything up. In fact, sometimes she wore the crotchless variety, her pussy surrounded by a swirl of gaudy lace. I wondered how the two gym teachers would react if they saw those.They quickly did. That horny bitch, Diane, had worn her sexiest panties for the occasion. The lips of her pussy dangled through the nonexistent crotch.”Will you look at this,” Franklin said to Parker.”Just who does the little slut think she is?” Parker answered, as though their routine were well-rehearsed.”Let’s find out,” Franklin grinned with sinister conviction.She knelt in front of Diane, thrusting her hand between my friend’s splayed legs. All of a sudden Franklin’s fingers were all over my friend’s exposed cunt, squeezing and kneading the helpless organ.Franklin broke out laughing.”What’s so funny?” her partner wanted to know.”The little bitch has shaved her twat. I guess she just can’t keep her hands off herself. Look!”Franklin’s hand clenched around one side of the panties and ripped them down the middle. Diane was abruptly stark naked, the puffy triangle of her pussy throbbing at the crux of her thighs.”It’s basically not a bad looking cunt,” Parker said, “even without the hair. The pussy lips could be a little fuller, though.””I think I can arrange that,” Franklin smirked, grabbing a handful of labia. Then she twisted, eliciting a blood-curdling scream from my horribly abused friend.When she let go, the lips of Diane’s snatch were turgid from the cruel torture. The poor girl looked as though she had just sat on a hive of bees she was so swollen down there.”She’s looking better,” Parker pronounced judgment. “What about her clit? Did you get that?””I was saving it,” she was told by Franklin. “I wanted its pain to be special. Extra-special.”Now she parted the top folds of my friend’s labia with her fingertips. A glimmering pink button popped out, no bigger than a pearl. I shudderingly realized that this was a delicate condition which would not last for long.Franklin plucked the rosy nubbin as though it were the inner bud of some tropical flower. At first she was reasonably gentle, but only until she had a good grip. Then she wrenched the poor morsel of erogenous flesh in a severe 180 degree turn.If Diane’s previous cry had been blood-curdling, its successor practically raised the roof Her eyes were rolling. Sweat was popping out of every pore.But Franklin did not let up on the pressure. Now the clitoral turn became a 360 degree one. Any more twisting and Diane’s clit might be severed from her body.Franklin stopped just short of disaster. When she let go of it, Diane’s clit snapped back into place. However, by now it was at least three times its normal size and a dark hue of Purple.”Must be awfully sensitive by now,” Parker dryly observed.Franklin laughed and ran her fingernail over the bloated lump at the top of Diane’s cunt. There was another scream.However, this time my friend’s agony had a new and unexpected feature. Despite the fact that she was whipsawed by pain, her pussy suddenly glistened from something flowing from within. When Franklin scratched, her nail again there was yet another scream to be sure, but there was also such an outpouring-, of juice that it ran down Diane’s thighs.”It hurts good, doesn’t it, sweetheart.” Franklin picked up on this. “Hurts soooo gooood.””Y-y-yes,” Diane almost floored me with her acquiescence. “Hun me mare!”Parker responded to this invitation like a fullback plunging through the line. Suddenly she was there, seizing my friend’s tits and twisting the nipples. “Your tis are kind of small,” she cackled. “I’ll have to punish them extra hard to make them swell to something near the right size.”She abandoned her fingers and went to her teeth. Pushing Diane’s breasts together, yes, Parker bit into both nipples at once. Diane howled-but I noticed that down below her pussy was absolutely gushing.Franklin immediately took advantage of this. She was through with digital manipulation now, too, turning to her mouth. She began eating Diane’s cunt-sinking her gnashing fangs into her vulva.With dykes chewing her upstairs and downstairs, Diane stopped screaming. A series of low throaty moans ensued.All of a sudden I no longer felt sorry for my friend. I was jealous.Infinitely more so when the two gym teachers began removing their clothing. Within seconds they were naked, and I was gasping at their individualistic beauty.Models neither of them were. But who needed such a narrow definition of beauty? Franklin and Parker, in their strikingly different ways, were all that a horny person could ask of a nude woman.Parker: Enormous tits. But so solid that not an inch of them sagged. Nipples like fresh plums. Powerful muscles that were lissome at the same time. Power and grace. Legs that looked like they could scissor you and choke away your life if their owner had it in for you. But, which could wrap around your waist, and give you a ride to orgasmic heaven if Parker were so disposed.And at the center of this magnificent body, a cunt that seemed to bristle with fierceness. The copper-colored hair seemed like wire.No wonder Parker had become a lesbian. With a pussy like hers, she was probably afraid what she might do to most men’s poor cocks.And Franklin: Just the opposite of her partner, but just as breathtaking. Everything was in miniature. However nothing could be singled out as deficient because of the perfectly proportioned diminutive scale of her scrumptious body.Therefore, even though her breasts were actually smaller than, say, Diane’s, they seemed robust by comparison.Her cunt was the most prominent attraction, though. What a beauty. The hair was so thick and glossy it looked like it belonged to a mink.But despite the luxuriousness of the foliage, her pussy lips were strikingly in evidence. Pink and glossy, they were too turgid to be contained by a mere nest of pubic moss. They were in evidence just as strongly as any man’s hard-on.Parker and Franklin began to rub their bare bodies against the similarly exposed flesh of my entrapped neighbor. They were driving Diane crazy with stimulation.But not as crazy as I was going with envy.I’d read once where some Elvis Presley fan had stated that she had seen a March of Dimes poster of her idol kissing a c***d in a wheelchair and wished that she could trade places with the afflicted girl. This was a similar emotion to the one I now experienced as I watched my helpless friend getting chafed by Parker’s and Franklin’s naked bodies. If only, I thought, I could be in Diane’s place and feel that magnificent naked flesh against my own bare skin.I felt like a fool standing there with my clothes on.So left out.Automatically my hands slid under my blouse and skirt and began stroking my two most erogenous zones. My pussy was wet, drenching the crotch of my panties, and my tits were heaving in my bra. I’d never been more ready for action in my life.Without really realizing what I was doing, I stripped my outer items of apparel away. Clad only in my bra and panties I stood on the sidelines, feeling myself while I watched the others with a hungry look.”It’s not fair!” I suddenly blurted. “I’m just as much of a woman as Diane-I mean, Cooper.”Parker and Franklin looked around to investigate the cause of the dissent.”Hmmmmm,” Parker mused, “I’ve seen worse.””Hurt me!” I begged. “Hurt me, too! I want to be degraded and humiliated!””I like her attitude,” Franklin chuckled. “What do you say I strap her down on the exercise-board while you finish up with this bitch here?”Parker agreed, and Franklin was coming toward me. She probably wasn’t over five feet tall, but all of a sudden she seem to dwarf me. Though the power of her will over me she had convinced me that she could do anything she wanted to me, and I would beg for more no matter how sadistic.I was hustled to a wooden slab, which was outfitted with straps for the feet. Apparently the user was supposed to perform sit-ups, with the legs held down.However, I was positioned on the board in reverse, with my wrists where my ankles would normally be, abruptly my arms were bound above my head.When I was imprisoned above the waist, Franklin went down to my other end. There she took my feet and began raising my legs, stretching my bones and muscles so I couldn’t bend my knees.My straightened legs reached a vertical apex at Franklin’s hands, then began a descent toward my face. Parted at the last second, they straddled my head, as I was bent like a jack-knife. When I looked down, my cunt was gaping like a manhole.Franklin’s nose wrinkled, then her nostrils flared. “Mmmmmm, Parker,” she called to her partner, “you should smell this.”She drew closer for a better whiff. As her nose approached my yawning slit, something told me to turn on the juice and really clear her sinuses.The muscles of my pussy contracted like a vise, squeezing forth every drop of fetid dew at my command. I wanted my cunt to smell and resemble an overly-ripe melon that has been split and left out in the sun too long.Franklin coughed and I knew I was on the right track. The essence of my femininity was catching her point-blank.”Sixty-nine me!” I dared to make a suggestion. “I want it so bad!””Cheeky slut!” Franklin hissed, lashing out with a stinging slap. “How dare you tell me what to do. Is this how you behave when you’re in trouble, Lawrence?””I’m incorrigible,” I encouraged another slap. “I deserve to be punished.”Franklin laughed. “More than punished, dear. Degraded. Totally degraded!”What did this mean? I couldn’t wait to find out. “Sure, I’ll sixty-nine you,” Franklin said. “But in a way you won’t forget.””Anything-anything!” I babbled.”I’m going to pee in your face. And you know what?”I just looked at her beseechingly, desperately eager for whatever humiliation she had in store for me.”You’re going to swallow every drop.””Oh, yes-yes!” I-instantaneously agreed. “It’s just what I deserve.”Satisfied that I was sufficiently contrite, Franklin made the move which I had been so feverishly anticipating. Swinging her body around on top of mine, she hovered her mossy loins in my face while she dipped her head between my radically spread thighs and orally attacked my cunt.Franklin literally ate my box, not sucking it but chewing it. Biting into my tender folds, her sharp teeth simultaneously drew blood and turned me on beyond anything I had ever experienced. God, was I coming!However, it was what happened topside which was the most exciting. Before my bugging eyes, the parameters of her rosy slit parted. I looked straight in at her flexing pee-hole.Suddenly I was drenched with a golden shower. Instinctively opening my mouth, I became a willing receptacle for the gushing flow.What did it taste like?Sweet …But sour.Like some delectable sauce prepared by a master chef of sex.And better than mere pussy juice because there was so much of it. As much as one woman could possibly drink. If this was the epitome of lesbian humiliation, I was at that moment prepared to dedicate my life to same-sex degradation.Franklin’s bladder was like a miniature Boulder Dam. It seemed that the flood would last forever. And when it finally did cease, my stomach was as bloated with piss as a beach ball with air.I gurgled down the last of the urine and begged for her to do something even worse to me. I felt as though all my inhibitions had been dissolved and all that lay before me was to come harder and harder and harder.Maybe she would shit on me. That would be nice!But no, she had something a little more complex in mind. Anybody can shit in your face. However, it takes a queen of sex to come up with something as extravagant as Franklin now delivered.”Girls!” she called. “You can come in now.”The door flew open and about a half-dozen nubile young coeds came bursting into the room. They had apparently been waiting right outside for such a summons.They were all naked, of course, and hot to trot. Three of them went over to Parker and Diane, and the other three joined Franklin and me.”She likes it wet,” Franklin told the trio attending to me.They giggled as they climbed up on the exercise-board. Abruptly, not just Franklin’s cunt, but three additional specimens were spread and hovering over me.What gorgeous cunts! Is there anything as beautiful as the open pussy of a teenage girl?I begged them to drown me with their piss, and they did. All of a sudden I was awash in the golden substance which I craved more than any other. It was like being the recipient of liquid sunshine.During my damp writhing, I glanced over to see how Diane was doing. Spectacularly, the lucky girl!Parker and the three girls were gnawing at her helplessly nude body like a quartet of hungry rats. There were two at her tits, one at her cunt, and the huge gym teacher herself at her ass. The four-way pain must have provided an incredible orgasm.Then, when the pissing and chewing had run its course, Diane and I found our straps unloosened. Suddenly free, we began groping for more, seeking to gather up our multiple lovers in our arms in a greedy exercise of raw lust.Before we knew it, we found ourselves in a hodge-podge in the middle of the room. Nine females-sucking, feeling, tonguing, probing. Orgasms crackled in the air like lightning.The pussy juice was splashing nearly as copiously as the piss had. Everyone’s naked body was sticky with it.And the climaxes. Ahhhhhh!They were all shared. Whenever one of us came, the other ones immediately corresponded. We were shaking the room to the very foundation of the building-not to mention our souls.If Diane and I had been gym students, we would have taken home A-pluses on our report cards. This was the honor society of lesbian sex.Chapter 7My life was a dream. Whenever I turned around there was somebody of either sex to suck or fuck. I was getting more cock and pussy than a legion of whores and satyrs. My secret life had turned into a non-stop carnival of pliantly willing flesh.But then, gradually, reality cut through the ambrosiac haze and I realized that there was trouble in paradise. Something wrong, after all, with doing as I pleased Don. It was my son, Don.At first it was just a little misbehavior, which I incorrectly told myself I could safely ignore. But then the tell-tale signs accelerated. I finally started to take proper notice when he began wetting the bed every night.The clincher was when I got a notice from the school to come speak with my son’s guidance counselor, a Mr. Farraday, about Don. I knew that the news wasn’t going to be good.”He’s fighting,” Mr. Farraday told me with sad eyes which said that this was more than a job to him-he really cared. “I’m sorry to say that for the last few weeks your son hasn’t been able to get along with anyone.””Have you talked with him?” I anxiously asked. “Has Don told you anything?””Nothing,” Mr. Farraday shook his head. “He just clams up when confronted with his behavior. What about at home? Are there any clues?””Well-” I began hesitantly.”Yes?””He-he has been wetting the bed quite regularly,” I reluctantly revealed, certain that it would put me in a bad light as a mother.A whole new expression crossed Mr. Farraday’s face. Where before he had seemed perplexed, now he looked as though he had found the answer to the question which had been puzzling him. “I see,” he said after digesting my revelation. “What?” I gulped expectantly.”Conflict,” he replied with a confidence in his conclusion that emphasized the strength in his handsome face.”You’ll have to explain.””Something is happening in his life so that the poor guy doesn’t know which way to jump. Marital discord can frequently be the cause of this sort of thing. Tell me, Mrs. Lawrence, how are you and your husband getting along?””N-not too w-well,” I stammering confessed.”I see,” Farraday said as though he’d taken my answer for granted. “What seems to be the problem, if you don’t mind me asking? Just remember, my questions are on behalf of your son.,’All of a sudden I was terribly embarrassed. I guess it was because I sensed that Farraday knew the answer in advance. In any case, I found my tongue tied.There was a pause. Then Farraday proved my estimation of his clairvoyance to be correct.”You’re having problems in the bedroom, aren’t you, Mrs. Lawrence?”Burning with abrupt shame, I nodded.”Could you specify, Mrs. Lawrence?”I stammered inconclusively, feeling that the words would never come. But then, all at once, they came in a torrent. I was chattering my innermost secrets.”My husband is like a brute,” I revealed. “He cares about nothing but his own pleasure. Our sex-life is a nightmare.””And this has created tension in your everyday life?” “Enormously.””What is it that you want?””Gentleness. Caring. After all, I’m a woman. I want a man who will make me feel like one. Somebody who will stroke me. Bring me to the heights. Make love to me instead of using me.””I see what you mean,” Farraday responded gently, reaching out to touch me. His fingertips tickled the down on my cheek. Although his touch was tentative, the feeling was electric.”Don’t stop!” I blurted when he started to take his hand away. “It feels so good.”He returned his hand to my body, but this time its target was lower. He touched my breast, quickly sliding his fingers inside my blouse and finding bare flesh.My tits began to throb from his provocative touch. Down below I could feel my thighs being moistened from the instantaneous gushing of my pussy.Oh, I was turned-on.”Inside my bra,” I gasped. “Play with my nipples.”He was abruptly kneading them. They were as erect as miniature spikes, responding with supreme excitement to Farraday’s caresses,I arose from my chair as if I were being pulled forward by invisible wires. Before I knew it I was perched on the desk, writhing my body under Farraday’s expert touch.”Do you want to fuck me?” I spilled forth my desire. “You’ve made me so hot I can’t stand it. My cunt is on fire.”He smiled, accentuating his handsomeness. If the size of his dick corresponded with his rugged good looks, his member would have to be at least a foot long.It was. Perhaps even larger.When he got to his feet, unzipped his pants, and revealed his equipment, I was astonished at its immensity in spite of my grandiose expectations.”Let me suck it first,” I sighed as though I were the heroine in the wettest of all possible dreams.Farraday stood up against the desk and thrust his beautiful cock in my face. It was so hard, so gorgeous-I went down on it without the least hesitation.What a prick! Having it in my mouth was a revelation. It was the finest specimen I’d sucked since my secret life had begun.While I was blowing him, I reached into his pants and extracted his balls. They were hairy and throbbing-the balls of a real man. Already I was fantasizing about the quality and quantity of the sperm which they harbored.I gobbled him to the hilt. There was so much cock crammed in my face that I felt as though my skull were going to split.My spit flowed freely, greasing Farraday’s pole for the eventual switch to my cunt. When he finally got around to fucking me, I wanted the descent to be swift and sure. This hard-on was too sensational to play around with. I’d forgotten all about my stated preference for gentleness.At last things were wet enough for me to proceed to the next stage of our lovemaking. Withdrawing Farraday’s marvelous tool from my mouth, I fell back on the desk-top and spread my legs in his face. The fetid crotch of my ruined panties was reeking at him, making his nostrils flare and his tongue pass hungrily over his lips.His hand reached between my thighs, the fingers slipping under the elastic. Making a fist, Farraday snatched the saturated fabric from my loins. Now the clinging cloth was replaced by bristling hair and pouting pink lips.”Your prick will feel so good inside me,” I moaned. “Stick it in!”I squirmed my ass over to the edge so he could do it while standing up. After all my complaining about my husband’s chauvinistic ways, all of a sudden I loved the idea of the dominant male.The man looming over me, brandishing his cock like a sword. Me, the female, flat on my back and spread-eagled, writhing in a position of complete submission to masculine desire.Farraday handled his cock the way a surgeon handles a scalpel. He wasn’t going to merely penetrate me, he was going to incise me. My cunt would be sliced as though it had never been entered before.The tool slid in with razor sharpness. All of a sudden I was gasping with joy. I’d been pronged to the hilt on the first try.The head of Farraday’s prick was burrowing within my womb. My ovaries were shaking like fruit on a tree in a wind-storm. Coming mightily already, the only eventual orgasmic result I could anticipate was an absolute cataclysm.I wrapped my legs around my lover’s waist and pulled him even more tightly to me. His cock had been inside me all the way to begin with, but with this maneuver it actually seemed to enlarge. If only my husband could fuck me like this!Farraday began pumping faster and faster. Now he wasn’t just going for depth, but for friction as well. There was a play of at least eight inches in his tool as he furiously pistoned back and forth in my tight box.”Come!” I screamed. “Fill my cunt with your hot, rich cum!”He did. Meeting my horny demand to perfection, Farraday turned on the juice without delay. Right on cue. He was the first man I had ever fucked with whom I was in perfect tune.His cock was like a fire-hose, blasting gush after gush of surging wetness into my furthest reaches. My womb, my ovaries, my fallopian tubes-everything was swamped. I’d have to douche under a waterfall to wash it all out.Before long there was too much jizz for my vaginal cavity to hold. Mingling somewhere back in my uterus into a liquid cannonball, the excess spunk made its violent move for daylight.Farraday’s hard-on was pushed out in the overflowing rush. All of a sudden my twat was hemorrhaging with cum. The semen was a white mist in the air as it sprayed from between my gaping thighs.When the discharge was finally over, I returned my attention to my lover’s prick. To my glee it was still as rigid as ever. More like a steel beam than an organ of the human body.And if Farraday was ready to fuck again, so was L All I had to do was decide on a hole.As if there was any doubt which one I would choose. It was a notch below my just-fucked cunt, and throbbing for a pronging on its own.”Do it to me in the ass!” I pleaded. “That’s where I want it!”Farraday chuckled sympathetically. “I never met a woman who didn’t.”He was just as proficient in manipulating his cock toward my shit-hole as he’d been to my pussy. The head flattened against my anal bud and then was pushing within.The fit was much tighter than in my twat, so penetration was slower. This was okay with me, though. It just gave me the chance to savor each and every inch.Not only was Farraday’s hard-on exceptionally long, it was also incredibly thick. Even if he’d had a shortie, I wouldn’t have complained. With so much phallic girth engorging the tightness of my rectum, I would have gotten all the kicks any woman could desire.This time I didn’t wrap my legs around my lover. Instead I began to raise them, lifting my ass so it became the focal point of my body. Had I not been blessed with a cunt, I would yalova escort bayan have been satisfied with merely an anus, the way I felt now.At last Farraday was in me all the way. His balls were roiling against my buns, while his cockhead filled my colon. Other men had fucked me in the ass, of course, but they were all beginners when it came to this man.His hard-on was like a jack-hammer in my rectum, pounding away to my most intimate depths. Getting fucked in the ass is a special deed, and it makes a woman’s heart sing when she finds a man who knows how to do it just right.Hell, my heart wasn’t merely singing. It was operating at a symphonic level.But this wasn’t all I was experiencing.Ever heard of an anal orgasm? Well, swear to God, I was having one. My slit-pit was spasming all the, way to the rear of my bowels.”Mmmmmm,” I murmured thickly, “I’m coming. Coming sooooo hard! Keep fucking my ass, you big beautiful stud.”As if he had any intention of stopping. Farraday’s cock was like a machine. His pelvis was the engine, driving the implement with a machine-gun staccato. Those phallic thrusts were like enormous bullets scoring bull’s eye after bull’s eye.By now my legs were drawn back so radically that my knee-caps were gouging into my shoulders. My asshole had become a sucking pit, completely devouring a cock the size of a log.I had the cake, now it was time for the icing. Hot, sticky icing. The male cream that makes life worth living for a woman.”Come in me!” I pleaded for the second time within mere minutes. “Come in my ass!”This time he took it slow, purposely teasing me-knowing that at a certain point a woman likes to be held on sexual tenderhooks. Sweet, sweet torture.I responded to it as any woman would when the stalling technique was sprung on her at precisely the right moment in lovemaking. I begged, I pleaded for cum-loving every second of my groveling. Things had gone so far that I was proud to beg for my lover’s cum in my ass.I could feel his phallic muscles dedicate themselves to restraint rather than letting loose. The fuck ground on and on. The resulting friction was smoldering.”You bastard!” I complimented his efforts with erotic vileness.”You bitch!” he cheerfully retorted. “Pimp!” “Whore!” How depraved.. How wonderful! Special. Man and woman locked in sexual combat. Doing what God intended them to do.Did Adam and Eve fuck in the ass? How could they have avoided the temptation?With Adam’s big cock in her tight ass, did Eve come as much as I was doing? I doubt it. I doubt that any woman had ever equaled my orgasmic high.But most marvelously, there was still something to look forward to. That cum-that cum that still hadn’t arrived.I’d get it. Get it on my own.Jesus, I’d get it!I tightened my rectal muscles as though they were the cogs of a vise. The orifice became narrower and narrower despite the enormity of the phallus engorging it.My asshole was a noose. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.Finally Farraday showed that he was feeling the pressure. His handsome face contorted into a pained grimace. His nuts contracted.I kept it up. Kept it up until his cock grew that extra inch indicating the imminence of ejaculation that all women savor.When it came time for the goods to be delivered I didn’t even have to vocalize. My constricting asshole had already done all the talking for me.It was an explosion. A withering blast. An erupting flood.So much cum. Hot, boiling cum. Steaming into my colon, and dislodging my shit from the lining of my colon. All of a sudden my bowels were awash with a gurgling emulsion of crap and semen.There was no way I could retain it. It was like getting an enema from a fire hydrant.Suddenly I felt as if I were turning inside out. My colon was a compressed bellows, shooting out its contents with intense fury.Farraday’s cock squirted out first, followed by an immense blast of his cum and my shit. I was spewing all over the place. What a wonderful, glorious mess!After what seemed an eternity the discharge slowed to a trickle. I thought we must be finished. However, when I glanced at my lover’s cock I realized that he had the same sexual stamina as the teenagers he counseled for a living.There was another fuck in him, and I was immediately determined to get it.Mid I had a marvelous spot in mind.Why not my tits, I thought. How would Farraday’s stiff cock feel pumping between them? I could press them together so their cleavage would resemble the tightest and softest orifice.I had never been fucked in the tits. They were virgin territory when it came to cocks. I could have kicked myself for being so blind up until now.Swiveling around on the desk, I presented the top half of my body to Farraday. So he would know what I had in mind, I ripped open my blouse, tore away my bra, and pried open my breasts with the same provocative symbolism that I normally spread my thighs.He couldn’t help but know what I wanted.But I told him anyway. In fact, I took the greatest of pleasure in shrieking it at the top of my lungs.”Fuck my tits!”His cock pushed between, my breasts, laying vertically. For the first time I became aware of its pulsing network of veins. Throbbing against my chest, they felt more like exposed electrical wires than ducts of rushing blood.Compressing my jugs, I transformed their cleavage into a squishy slit. The friction was there instantaneously.Farraday began pumping. The head of his cock became a crimson blur. It Tattooed my chin, striking repeatedly until I was groggy.I could feel his foreskin jerking back and forth. Faster. Faster.Sparks seemed to be flying.It was the best fuck yet.Despite the fact that it was Farraday’s third time at bat within a short space of mere minutes, he came this time with more eagerness than he had in my cunt or ass. The new wrinkle I had presented him had really turned him on.Farraday flexed his cock to the ultimate. The head sk**ded under my chin and popped into my face. I began sucking it just as he came.Sperm gushed down my throat. It was so hot. So sweet. What a man!My pussy and ass had not been able to retain all the jizz that had been spewed into them. However, I was determined to make my mouth a different story.I would swallow every drop. Drink it all! It was a struggle. I had to release my lover’s cock to bring it off, but I did it.My cheeks ballooned, but I would not back off from my objective. Just when my face was on the verge of exploding, my stomach turned on the power, acting like an internal vacuum cleaner.Sucking, sucking, sucking, I pulled it all down. All the cum. Bloating my abdomen. Jesus, what goodness.Finally it was all over. Farraday’s cock deflated at last. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Most of the students would have crapped out long before this.So now there was only one thing to do to make this meeting complete, once my clothes were back on and Farraday’s cock and balls were back in his pants:Put our heads together and figure out what to do about my son, Don.Chapter 8Shower him with love,” Mr. Farraday had emphasized with reference to Don. “When there’s strife in the family and a c***d is reacting negatively to it, the only solution is to convince the teen in the most direct way possible that he is still loved.”I left the meeting with Mr. Farraday determined to devote all my energies to my son’s well-being. My secret life would just have to take a back-seat for a while to the responsibilities of motherhood.At home I began to keep. a close eye on Don, monitoring his behavior so I could find just the right time to approach him. For one thing I wanted to catch him in his most receptive moment to reassure him of my love for him; and, for another, I wanted to make sure we were alone so there would be no interruptions.A perfect setting for my plan occurred one evening near the end of the week. It was Ted’s bowling night, and Sally was having one of her infamous double-dates with Trudy Cooper. Tonight it would be just me and my son.I made Don his favorite dinner and permitted him to watch anything he wanted on television, no matter how violent. Turned out that Don was a big Farrah Fawcett-Majors fan. Practically drooled over her.I hadn’t realized my boy was growing up so fast. If his reaction to “Charlie’s. Angels” was any indication, he had figured out that girls were good for something more than teasing.During a commercial at the middle of the show, Don excused himself to go to the bathroom. When the show resumed and he didn’t return, I began to wonder what had happened to him. The way he’d been following the action, I was surprised that he’d allow himself to miss even a minute of it.I found myself drawn to the bathroom, wondering what he was doing in there. After all, I reasoned, he might have diarrhea, and as his mother I should know about it. k**s will never tell you anything on their own.Halfway down the hall, I could hear Don gasping and groaning, in spite of the closed door. He sounded as though he were in some kind of pain. I started to worry.But I didn’t want to just burst in on him. k**s have a right to privacy just like everyone else.On the other hand, I just couldn’t let this pass. If something was wrong, it was my duty to do something about it.Perhaps a peek through the keyhole would be an effective compromise.Kneeling outside the door, I pressed my eye to the opening in the lock and looked inside. It took me a few seconds to get the correct angle on my son-but, then there he was.He was sitting on the toilet with his pants down, all right, but there was no bowel movement involved. In fact, the lid was down and he was perched on it. Defecation was clearly not his motivation in going to the bathroom.His dick was out, and he was stroking it. It was hard. And much longer than I ever would have guessed.He was jacking-off!Unsurprisingly, the source of his arousal was Farrah Fawcett-Majors. While he beat his meat, he gazed at a picture in a magazine of her. He was talking to the photograph.”Oh, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he was panting. “Put my cock in your hairy cunt. Mmmmmmmm… .”His hand was stroking faster and faster in his excitement. Then he dropped the magazine, sighed, and his prick lurched from his grip. A creamy missile shot from the tip and arched a foot and a half in the air. When it landed, it plopped noisily on the tile floor, literally splashing.He’d come, but he still wasn’t through. Retrieving the magazine, he pressed the photograph of Farrah Fawcett-Majors to the dribbling head of his cock and smeared the rest of his semen all over the glossy surface.”Eat it!” he implored the image of the female of his fantasy. “Suck up every drop!”I didn’t know what to do, Should I leave? And if I did, should I say anything? Drop some hints, perhaps?Or should I just hold my ground? Not beat around the bush, but rather, openly acknowledge to my son that his mother knew that he was growing up and becoming a man?Kneeling there at the keyhole, I was forced to evaluate my feelings. Sure it was shocking to discover my teenage son masturbating. But, on the other hand, wasn’t his action to be expected? Realistically, a mother should probably worry about an adolescent son who doesn’t jerk-off.And then there was something else. Something I didn’t want to admit to myself at first, but which I couldn’t avoid. I could not ignore it.I was hopelessly aroused by the sight of my own son’s erect penis. I’d never thought of Don in a sexual context before, but now this was all changed. When I inadvertently rubbed my thighs together, I felt a tell-tale moistness and realized that the pussy which had borne my son was absolutely sopping from the image of his maturing cock.When he started to put his tool away, I found myself mentally urging him not to do so. I wanted to see more. And maybe even beyond that.My ESP was working. Don stopped pulling up his pants, and began fondling his prick again. It was restored to its previous rigidity almost immediately, as he resumed beating off.While I pantingly watched, the words of Mr. Farraday concerning my son and his troubles came back to me: “Shower him with love,” he had said.And what, I told myself, is a purer expression of love than sex?Why hadn’t I seen it before? This was the perfect moment I had been waiting for to show Don how much I loved him. There could be no more effective therapy for my son’s dangerously low self-esteem than sex with his mother.What better way to show my son how much I loved him than by letting him fuck me?Bolting upright, I quickly stripped. Whatever inhibitions I had remaining were dissolved by the sight of my own naked body. My tits were a blush and heaving, my cunt flexing hairily. The pussy juice was trickling down my quivering thighs.I was totally primed to fuck my son. All at once it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. How had I been so blind as to ignore this course of action?Yanking open the door I stood nude before Don. You should have seen his face.”M-M-Mom,” he stammered.I didn’t say anything at first, deciding that under the circumstances actions would speak louder than words. Going to the toilet, I knelt before my son, took his hard-on in my hands, and crammed it into my mouth.He gasped. He gaped. Panted and swooned.But, believe me, inside, I was doing the same thing.Don’s cock wasn’t nearly as large as the others I’d been sampling since I’d launched my secret life. But its sweetness more than made up for it. God, it was like sucking on a stick of candy.I orally took it all the way down to the root. And when there-was still plenty of space left in my mouth, gobbled up his balls. They were so smooth and round-like sucking on a pair of stones drawn from a river-bed.All the while my son was looking at me as though I were an alien from outer space. And I can’t say that I blamed him. After all, probably the last thing a k** expects when he retreats to the bathroom to jerk-off is for his mother to suddenly appear in the nude and begin sucking his cock.However, radical measures have to be taken by a mother when her son is in emotional peril. Before I was finished with Don, I would make certain he knew I was taking this action for his own good. Not to mention mine.Let’s face it, once I had my lips around it, my son’s prick stood on its own merit in my estimation. Now that I knew how sweet it was, I’d have broken my back to suck him off even if he’d been the picture of mental health.I’d planned to get into the fucking right away, but now I’d decided on a detour to the big event. Why not have Don come in my mouth first? After all, as a teenage boy he had to have more than enough sperm for multiple ejaculations. I’d nurture my stomach before I had my cunt irrigated.My squeezing lips began traversing virtually the entire expanse of my son’s twitching boner. From hilted penetration I want to merely mouthing the heart-shaped head, and then back again.Up and down. Back and forth. Sucking, sucking, sucking. Fucking Don with my mouth and loving it!He still seemed to regard me as a Martian, but now his expression of incredulity was increasingly punctuated by a series of sharp gasps. Clearly, the orgasmic tide was rising within his loins.Come! Come! I mentally implored. Jesus, I wanted his sweet young spunk so badly.His cock lurched in my mouth so I hilted it for imminent eruption. With the head lodged in my gullet, Don exploded in a liquid cataclysm.His cum was like molten lava mixed with sugar. It practically tore the roof off my skull and gave me diabetes at the same time.When I’d sucked Mr. Farraday’s prick, I’d been able to swallow every drop. But not with my son. It was just impossible. There was too much of the wonderful stuff.My stomach got fuller and fuller. Finally it could hold no more and rebelled with a violent contraction.The jizz came up like vomit. All of a sudden I was retching all over my son, showering him with his own semen.But he made no move to get away. Still too stunned, I guess. Can’t say that I could blame the poor k**.While he sat on the toilet goggle-eyed and ripping, I began to crawl up on him. It was a slippery ascent, but I gained traction by digging my nails into him. Before he could react I was sitting straddle-legged on his lap, kissing him and rubbing his still-erect cock against my hairy pussy.My tongue plunged down his throat, while my labia and clit simultaneously chafed his manhood. Mmmmmm, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.I was still soul-kissing him as I reached down for his cock and began fitting it into my cunt. I hoped I could constrict my muscles enough to make it a tight fit.Don only had about six inches of phallic meat, and his tool was slender, but I was more than up to the challenge of creating the conditions for a perfect fuck. The sinews in my twat became like the strands of a noose, closing theft diameter until space was at a premium.”Tight enough for you, honey?” I ended my kiss and nibblingly asked in his ear.He tried to speak, but words were still an impossibility for him. No matter-I would provide, the verbal arousal for both of us.”Fuck me, son,” I obscenely crooned. “Fuck Mom as hard as you can. Move your dick inside me. Wiggle your ass like I’m wiggling mine.”He complied without hesitation. His libido had totally taken over the functions of his body. His mind may have still had some doubts about i****t, but physically he was gung-ho.While he fucked me, I stuck my tongue in his ear and imagined I was tickling his brain-making it as much of an erogenous zone as his more obvious ones. I wanted him with me all the way.Then I took his hand and clasped it to my breasts. I craved his inexperienced fingers massaging my grown-up tits.Taking my nipples and pinching them. Making them even harder than they were already. Black and blue if need be.When his fingers found those magically protruding buds of incredibly tactile flesh, his reaction was divinely predictable. Yes, he squeezed them-one nipple and then the other. Hard ….It hurt so good.Below, we were humping up a storm. Through the sterling adaptation of my pussy, Don’s adolescent cock seemed as thick within me as any man’s. Hell, as any stallion’s.Maybe penetration wasn’t all it could be, however my womb seemed to come down to meet the head of his stabbing prick. When my cervix opened, my spasming uterus was as engorged with hard-on as it would have been with a foot-long specimen.My hands were still free, so I decided to do a little fooling around with his balls. Those smooth spheres that were busily manufacturing the liquid platinum which would be the icing on this fuck. Maybe if I pumped them vigorously enough they would double their creamy output.However, once I had seized his churning nuts, I was not inclined to stop my exploration. After all, didn’t something delicious lay beyond his scrotum?My index finger slid past his gonads into the sweaty crevice of my son’s ass.His anus was there waiting for me. Pouting.I couldn’t actually see it, of course, but there was nothing to stop me from closing my eyes and imagining it: Round. Red. Still free of the ravages of age. A cherry.I gently poked inside. Mmmmmm, such warmth and tightness.My finger wiggled and the tight orifice spasmed. Below I could feel the throbbing lump of my boy’s suddenly gown-up prostate gland. When approached in this fashion, the male anatomy yielded interior treasures that were almost the equal of the female’s.The slant of my digital probing became angled downward. I wanted to test Don’s prostate to the ultimate, forcing the gland to trigger the production of so much cum that my cunt would eventually explode from the onslaught.Then, at what I gauged to be precisely the right moment, I curved my finger into a hook. An eagle’s talon.I yanked it out with a screeching rip. As I had anticipated, it was like pulling the plug on my son’s bloated seminal ducts.The dam broke. An onslaught of jizz came roaring from my son’s dick. It was like the Johnstown Flood between my legs.So much cum. And, so, so hot and sticky. If Don’s girlfriends and eventual wife didn’t use every birth control at their command, I was going to wind up with a whole passel of grandc***dren.Even before he had finished spurting, my cunt had more than it could take. The cum had ballooned my womb so that it was at least three times its normal size. A reversal of the flow was inevitable.Out it came, rushing for daylight even stronger than it had entered. Don’s prick was pushed out by the roiling pressure, quickly followed by the liquid evidence of the force itself,It was beyond my control. The kick of the discharge sent me toppling off the toilet. I landed on the bathroom floor, my legs spread, with my gaping pussy leaking copiously all over the tile.What a mess. What a wonderful, glorious mess!And I wanted even more of the same. Much, much more!”Fuck me again, Don!” I cried when I noticed with excitement that his dick, remained as hard as steel. “There’s still more of Mom to fuck. You’ve Only come three times all together. I know you can make it four.””B-but wh-where?” he stammered, speaking for the first time since the fun had begun.”Well,” I teased him with a drawl, “you’ve come in Mom’s mouth and her pussy-which hole do you think is left, sweetheart?”He thought about it for a moment and then suddenly blanched. From there his face went to the deep blush of embarrassment. The, little rascal was on my wavelength, all right.”Want me to show it to you?” I grinned. “I like showing it off.”I didn’t wait for his answer. Instead I rolled over onto my hands and knees like a bitch in heat and wiggled my ass before his eyes. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, I pulled open my haunches so the crack of my butt would part.By the time I had completed the separation of my buns, I could feel my anus glowing out in the open like a pinkly tinted light-bulb. It might as well have had a big sign pointing to it, saying: “Fuck me hard!”Oh, I wanted it so badly. And, believe me, I let my feelings be known. “Get off the pot and stick your dick in Mom’s butt, Don!” I pleaded with my son. “I won’t be satisfied until you re splitting me in two!””B-but I-I can’t,” he stuttered. “It seems Wrong somehow.'””You’re my lover now, not just my son,” I etched the bottom line. “Nothing is wrong between two people who want to get it on.””Are y-you s-sure?” he verbally staggered.”This is your mother talking!” I fiercely pulled rank. Then, with vivid and sudden contrast, I cooed: “And your lover.””And you-you want my d-d-dick in your ass?””More than anything. And if you won’t do it on your own, I’ll find a way to **** you, stud.”I glanced over my shoulder to see if extreme measures would actually be needed.Don was getting off the pot and moving toward me. His face was still contorted by disbelief, however his loins were fortunately doing the thinking for him. His twitching hard-on was attracted to my asshole as though there were a magnetic field in operation.”That’s it, honey,” I urged him on. “Mom wants it soooo much. Your big strong cock in her tight asshole. Fucking my guts.”He was down on his knees behind me. For the first time since I’d eavesdropped on him masturbating, he was operating his own dick. Holding it in his hand like a dagger, he prepared to gloriously wound me in my tightest and most intimate hole. Bugger Mom until she screamed.Now the head of his prick was between my spread cheeks. Brushing against my anal petals. Mmmmmm, it felt so good!But it would feel infinitely better when it was jack-hammering within me to the hilt. When I was being whipsawed with rectal orgasm.”Push!” I instructed.Don’s cock seemed to surge entirely on its own. It was like a stake plunging into soft turf.There was no hesitation. It was inside me all the way on the first try. My son’s nuts were roiling against my pussy a notch below the point of phallic entry.He was trying for his fourth ejaculation within mere minutes. Could he bring it off as splendidly as he’d done three times before?Believe me, I did my utmost to assure that he would maintain his spectacular track record. The muscles of my ass were like a stroking vise, rippling up and down the total expanse of his tool. I wanted his cum more this time than I had any of the other times. I guess a real woman gets greedier after each eruption.And i****t especially brings out the voracious best in the female character. Particularly when a mother is being fucked by her son in the ass.”Do it!” I cried. “Let go! Come in Mom’s ass!”Don’s cock responded as though it were reacting to a cue. My desperate urging seemed to have even more of an effect on his pistoning tool than my tight ass. For it was instantaneously after I spoke that his phallus surged that tell-tale extra increment, and I knew the fourth ejaculation was going to be the best of all.Don’s ejaculatory surge was not merely the usual inch or so. No, this one actually seemed to expand his cock to the length of a grown man’s.A generously endowed grown man.The explosion came like the detonation of a missile. A liquid rocket was launched in my ass, surging to the infinity of my colonic depths.I literally collapsed from the impact. I’d thought I could take anything any cock had to pour into me-but I’d failed to reckon with the vigor of my teenage son.I was writhing on the floor, Don’s cock no longer within me, and his cum pouring from my shit-pit. Orgasm had totally enveloped me, turning me into a thrashing victim of sensual epilepsy. It’s a wonder I didn’t smash my brains out all over the tile floor and porcelain fixtures of the bathroom.It was magnificent. I’d sought to shower my son with love.And in return he had showered me with cum.Color me Mother!Chapter 9I got a great idea.Sally and Don, like most sisters and brothers, were always at each other’s throats. Their constant sibling rivalry had always been a source of considerable consternation to me. Even though I knew such conflict occurred in most families, its existence in our home still made me feel as though I had somehow failed as a mother.Since I had entered their individual lives as a sexual partner, both of my k**s had been doing splendidly at school and in their social adjustment. However, they were still squabbling at home.So why not bring them together? Introduce them to the common denominator that might resolve their differences?Sex.But, of course, I couldn’t just come out and suggest it. I’d learned long ago that the last thing c***dren want to do is something one of their parents overtly recommends.If you want to accomplish anything with k**s you’ve got to be tricky. Telling them out right what you want almost never works. You have to plant the seed in their minds indirectly.I decided to base my strategy on Don’s and Sally’s natural antagonism for each other. I’d come up with something that would get them bickering, and then in the process they would suddenly become aware of their mutual attraction to one another.It was a simple device I chose, really. Underpants.That’s right. One Saturday morning when Ted had already left the house to play golf and the c***dren were sleeping late, I slipped into the k**s room and switched their underwear. When Sally poked through her top drawer she’d find nothing but jockey shorts; and Don would find a pile of bikini frillies.Oh yes, one more thing. A crucial tactic, I would say.I hid the rest of their clothing. They would discover the switch when they were in some provocative state of undress, and be forced to confront one another with plenty showing. Since one of them was a boy, and the other was a girl, I was certain nature would take its course.In the meantime, I settled down in the living room and nursed a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper, calmly waiting for the explosion. This was going to be fun.Their clock-radios went off simultaneously-I had made sure of that eventuality, too. I could hear them scuffling around in their rooms, preparing to face the day and wondering how their alarms had betrayed them on a Saturday.After a few moments, Sally’s voice was the first one I heard. “What the shit is this?” her astonished reaction to her underwear supply reached my ears.A moment later, Don spat the same expletive for feces from the adjacent room.Now it was a toss-up which one would make the first move. I sat on the edge of my chair, tensely waiting and keeping my eye on the hall.It was a draw. Both of their doors swung open at once and the k**s practically collided.Oh, I’m telling you, it was a classic scene. Don clad only in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms; Sally in her transparent shortie night- gown.An example of each other’s offending underwear was clenched in their fists.I quickly got up and tip-toed behind a curtain so they couldn’t see me and call on me to referee their dispute. This was one argument Mother was going to make sure they had to settle on their own.”What’s this?” Don thundered in an imitation of his dad, as he brandished a pair of pink bikinis in Sally’s face.”I might ask you the same question, creepo,” she retorted with a specimen of her own, hoisting a pair of jockey shorts with her thumbs spreading the elastic waistband. In the process of raising her arms, she failed to notice that the hem of her nightie had risen to the tops of her tawny thighs.They stared at each other’s evidence, trying to figure out what was going on. Each was trying to figure out the most s**thing way in which to assess the blame.”You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Sally charged. “It’s your idea of a practical joke, I suppose.”Sure,” Don bitterly scoffed. “And then I filled my own drawer with your stuff I’ve always wanted to wear girls’ panties.””I wouldn’t put it past you,” Sally hissed. “You-you degenerate.””I dare you to call me that again, bitch!””Degenerate!””Bitch!”They started slapping each other with their underpants. During the action, Sally’s nightie pitched and tossed, revealing tantalizing patches of her naked body. More than once the mossy triangle of her exposed pussy flashed in the open.However, the result of the joust was even more explicit when it came to Don. With all the twisting and turning, the loosely tied drawstring of his pajama bottoms came loose and suddenly the garment dropped to his ankles. He was nude.Sally abruptly stopped hitting him when she noticed. Her eyes slid uncontrollably down his body until they stopped at his crotch.My plan was working perfectly. She was looking at her brother’s cock and balls, and gawking.Don didn’t catch on at first. Then, when he did, he was abruptly embarrassed by his nudity and his sister’s attention to its most striking aspect. A deep blush settled over his bare skin.”Wha-what d-do you think you’re looking at?” he finally managed to stammer.”What do you think?” his sister smirked. “I didn’t know my little brother was growing up so fast.”He tried to turn away, but she stopped him in a most ingenious fashion. Taking the hem, she began to tantalizingly roll the bottom of her nightie up her thighs.”If you let me look at you; I’ll let you look at me,” she imitated a little k**. “Remember how we used to play doctor when we were both little?””We-we can’t,” Don muttered. “What if Mom catches us?””Forget about her. We can always lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms.”He made a move to walk away, but found his feet encased in cement. The paralytic power, of course, was coming from his sister’s rapidly revealed body. Sally had the hem of her nightie just below her pussy now, and was obviously determined to raise it the rest of the way and show everything.Then, with a quick jerk of her wrists, it was out in the open. Her beautiful cunt. So soft and mossy. The teenage cunt of any adolescent boy’s wettest dreams.Even if it did belong to his sister.Don’s dick automatically sprang to attention. One second it was limp and rubbery; the next it was a twitching pole, rippling with a throbbing network of blue veins.Still hoisting her nightie in order to expose the breasts of which she was so justifiably proud, Sally sidled so close to her brother that the head of his cock was grazing her snatch. I could almost see the sparks flying from the first tentative meeting of their genitalia.”We could go in my room,” she changed her tone entirely from before and cooed seductively. “I’d lay down on my bed and spread my legs for you.”Even from across the living room I could see that Don was beginning to sweat. Sally really had his self-control on the run.”You’d like my cunt up close,” she continued to ply her charms. “It’s all soft and juicy. I’d let you stick your fingers into it. Lick it. And then-“”Y-yes?” Don gulped.”When we were through playing around, you could stick your dick inside me. Feel how tight I can make my cunt. You won’t believe how tight I can make it.””T-tighter than Mom’s?” he blurted, letting the cat out of the bag.Sally looked searchingly into his eyes and then laughed uproariously. “You, too, huh? I should have known. Oh, that Mom is a horny bitch. Of course she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off a fresh young stud-even if he’s her own son,Don wasn’t as amused. He seemed to feel betrayed that I had two-timed him with his sister.”Oh, don’t let it bother you, k**,” Sally attempted to calm him. “Just because your mother likes to sleep around with her k**s doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”But he didn’t see things this way. “She’s n-n-nothing but a whore!” he stammered his bitter conclusion.Sally gave him a long, hard look, assessing the situation. Obviously Don was too steamed to talk out of his anger. On the other hand, if he kept venting his spleen like this, he might lose his hard-on, and my horny daughter was certainly in no mood for that. How could she respect his outraged feelings and keep him sexually aroused at the same time?”How would you like to get even with Mother, Don?” she finally asked.”Just name it.””Cheat on her,” she slyly cooed. “And to make it even better, cheat with the very same person she’s been cheating on you with.””You?”Oh, Jesus, that girl was a clever one. I was proud of her.”Let’s go, then,” Don responded through a firm jaw. He was seething so intensely that his lips didn’t even move. However, because of Sally’s ingenious maneuver, his cock was more rigid than ever. He was going to exact his revenge by fucking hell out of his big sister.I couldn’t have been more pleased.They disappeared into Sally’s bedroom, hastily kicking the door closed behind them as they rushed for the bed. I could hear them giggling all the way across the living room behind the curtain. It was clear they were on the verge of getting it on in supreme fashion.Coming out from behind the curtain, I stole toward the bedroom, the imaginary scent of sex flaring my nostrils as though I were a carnal bloodhound. As I moved forward, my thighs slipped together like greasy slabs; they’d been marinated by my dripping pussy.Of course I’d always intended to eavesdrop on the k**s. However, my voyeur’s task was made a lot easier by the fact that the bedroom door hadn’t latched. There was already about an inch of space from the jamb, and it would be no trouble to make the vista to the bed even larger.I got down on my knees to watch them. Don’t ask me to explain why-there was just something about the position that seemed terribly erotic. Maybe being on her knees is just a conditioned reflex for a woman when it comes to sex.Sally had reclined, as she had promised her brother, and was spreading her legs in his face. Her pussy was broadcasting right at him with about 100,000 hot watts.”Fingerfuck me,” she said. “It gets my cunt nice and juicy for the grand finale. Besides, something tells me it’s about time my little brother found out which end is up when it comes to twats. You may have fucked Mother, but Warren Beatty I think you ain’t quite yet, k**do.”As though for my benefit she swung her gaping crotch a few degrees to the left so I had a perfect view. A perfect view of her brother’s trembling fingers poking into the maw of her perfect pussy.”Don’t tease me,” she laughed. “Really stick them in there.””All of them?””Preferably in a fist, Boy Scout.”Don couldn’t believe he was being asked to do this, but his sister was boss. All of a sudden he had a fist at the end of his arm and was ramming it forward.Sally’s pussy lips popped aside just as her brother’s knuckles struck for the essence of her femininity. Apparently having complete control over the muscles of her fuck-hole, she made her slit into a cavern. Don’s fist slid right inside her without an obstacle.”Deeper! Deeper!” she strongly urged him. “It’s like the head of a giant cock in there!”Don’s motions were uncertain at first, because, after all, he was nervous-this was his first try at fist fucking. Even in his adolescent fantasies he’d probably never even thought about this particular nugget of depravity.However, Sally seemed to enjoy the unschooled nature of his movements. The jerky thrusts seemed to give a raw edge to the fist fucking that she dug. Otherwise, why would she have been squealing about how hard she was coming?This unbelievably erotic spectacle had me gasping. It was all I could do to keep the threshold of my panting down to a level where the k**s wouldn’t notice my presence.Then I was interrupted by a splashing sound. Looking down between my legs, I saw that my Pussy juice was splattering to the floor. There was a thickly spreading pool of female cream between my knees.I was wearing just a robe, so it was easy for me to find my cunt. It was blazing. My clit was reaching out to be pressed like the button on a fire-alarm.I gouged it. The sirens immediately went off in my head. A five-alarmer!Back on the bed, Don had finally made his sister come all she was going to with his fist as the male instrument of sex. It was time for them to move on.”Now it’s time for your lunch, little brother. Excuse me, it’s morning-time for your breakfast, brother dear.”Don’s hand was out of her cunt and she was wiggling the hairy, dripping gash in his face by flexing her pelvis a foot off the bed. I couldn’t see my son’s face, but I knew he was drooling. Suddenly he buried his head in the crux of his sister’s open loins. The smacking of the lids of his mouth against the lips of her pussy could immediately be heard. “Tongue me, Don, tongue me!” Sally fervently requested. “Fuck my cunt with your long, raspy tongue.”There was a wet slap and Don’s tongue was lapping against his sister’s cunt like a noodle. Then, like a snake disappearing into its hole, it crawled inside.He was orally probing her and sucking up that sweet, sweet juice at the same time. I wished I were there in his place.However, I had to make do with my own body. The most efficient thing was to just begin masturbating. Sticking my fingers up in my cunt and jerking a few orgasms loose to relieve some of the tension.It worked. I began to come so intensely that I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from crying out.When my sight was restored, the position of the k**s on the bed had changed. Don had his face back to himself and was now stroking his cock in preparation for the final plunge.”Wait, before you stick me,” Sally held up a restraining hand. “Let me make my cunt nice and high for you. That way it’ll make it stem as though you’re even deeper inside me.”She took the pillows and stuffed them under her ass. All of a sudden the top of her pussy was like a hairy ridge. Her twat loomed over all.”Now fuck me,” she beckoned Don toward her. “Fuck me as hard as you can, little brother.”His dick rocketed toward her snatch. Quickly it was foraging up the meaty wound of her cunt, surging in its hungry search. He was in her to the hilt. His balls were slapping against the bottom of her vulva.”Mmmmmmmm, you may be. a k**,” Sally complimented her little brother, “but somebody really taught you how to fuck. I guess you’ve got to hand it to that old Mom.”God, that made me feel good. When a mother gets a heartfelt tribute like that from her teenage daughter, she knows she’s doing something right. They were really fucking now, rocking back and forth on the bed from their series of reciprocal pelvic thrusts. It was simply beautiful.In and out of his sister’s cunt Don’s hard, young prick went. He was showing Sally everything I had taught him about the art of love.And she was responding in kind. Wrapping her legs around him . . . nibbling his earlobe and soul-kissing him. . . squeezing his balls and then gouging a finger in his asshole. Oh, you better believe it, I’d been there!She pushed his face down to her tits. He began biting the nipples, making her squeal with thoroughly enjoyed pain. What a couple they made.It was excruciating to watch them. No normal person could have avoided envy. God, how I wanted to be there with them.But I was afraid of being exposed as a meddler. If I betrayed my presence, the k**s would know I’d put them up to this by exploiting theft sibling rivalry.So I just kept plugging away with my fingers in my cunt. And now that I had my other hand at my tits, I twisted my turgid nipples around as though I were trying to tear them from the mounds on my chest.At the bed, the abused springs were screeching out a metallic symphony. In perfect physical condition, Sally and Don were tireless in their lovemaking.Apparently they liked fucking so much that they seemed to be delaying the final moment of truth. Perhaps the delay pleased them, but it was driving me crazy with frustration.Pretty soon the status quo was no longer enough to contain me. My self-abuse did not satisfy my unquenchable need for orgasm any longer. The lust of my runaway senses seemed to be inalterably drawing me toward my fucking daughter and son.I couldn’t help myself. I began crawling toward them. They would soon know I had been watching them the whole time.”Oh, come in her,” I uncontrollably moaned. “Come in your sister’s cunt, Don!”They both turned to look at me, however in a surprisingly casual fashion. There was no alarm at all. It seemed as though they’d been expecting me.”Well, well,” Sally drawled, “look who’s here. What took you so long, Mother?”I was rocked back on my knees. Her words had stung like a right to the jaw.I felt like such a fool. Had my motives really been so obvious? My trickery so transparent?”H-how did you know?” I laid myself open to be humiliated.”Who else would have gone to all the trouble of switching our underwear and hiding our clothes? Besides . .””Yes?””I saw you playing with yourself by the door while Don was fist fucking me. Have we given you a good show, you dirty old woman?””The b-best,” I stammered, but didn’t avoid the truth. “And now you’re waiting for Don to come.” “Y-yes.” “Then watch this!”She gritted her teeth for a great effort. At the same time the muscles in her stomach closed into an elongated knot that infused her loins with power.Don cried out as the sinews of her cunt clamped his hilted cock at the root. She intended to literally wrench the cum from his balls.He groaned with the exquisite agony of sexual release. She’d taken him over the edge.”Oh, baby, your cum is so hot!” Sally cried out with pleasure, and possibly for my edification. She probably wanted me to know just how good it felt.My eyes were between her legs. Her vulva began to swell. The sperm was building up inside.Then her pussy lips which had clung so adhesively to her brother’s hard-on, abruptly expanded. Don’s cock came backing out, being displaced by his own jizz. After his prick was out of the way, his overflowing goo came pouring out.I couldn’t resist it. I may not have been a participant from the beginning, but it still wasn’t too late to get in on the finish. I ran and bounded for the bed.Shoving my face into Sally’s snatch, I lapped away like a thirsty camel. The excess cum that would have ordinarily dribbled down her thighs and stained the bedding found itself gulped down my throat.Then, exceeding my expectations, Don hornily attacked me from behind, Incredibly, his cock was still hard; and he was anxious to try it out on a different body.He slipped his meat into my cunt from the rear and began pumping. I began to come immediately. Hard . …So hard, in fact, that when the thunder clapped I assumed it was my senses exploding. Orgasmic lightning.Sally, however, was more observant than I. “Looks like rain,” she observed, as she glanced over to the window. “Listen to the thunder.”Sure enough it was gray outside. It was going to rain all right. Cats and dogs.But I didn’t give it a second thought. I wasn’t planning on going anyplace except to the top of the world. What interest could the rest of creation possibly hold for me when I had two naked teenagers in bed with me?I should have been more attentive. I had completely forgotten a cardinal rule about rain: You can’t play golf in it.Chapter 10It turned out that the storm had come in from the west, and Ted was playing in a foursome at the Westside Country Club. Long before we in the bedroom had known of it, he’d been apprised of the inevitability of rain. He had given up the ghost and was barreling along the freeway toward home before Sally, Don and I had heard the first thunder.He walked in ten minutes later. At that time Don had switched his cock from my pussy to my asshole so his sister could tongue-fuck me. I was in ecstasy, greedily shrieking for more.Understandably we didn’t hear the door open and close. Nor the footsteps that padded across the living room carpet.But, the hollering, yes.”Hey,” Ted yelled, “anybody home? I’m hungry!”It was akin to a ravenous grizzly arriving on the scene. The miniature daisy chain on the bed abruptly disassembled, as we all searched for clothing or cover. Ted was heading right for the bedroom.”Hey,” he called, as he approached the door, “anybody in there? I thought I heard something.”The door was hanging open, of course, so he just ambled right in. Boy, you should have seen the expression on his face when he saw what he saw.Naked bodies were flying in three directions. The bedding was glistening with the moist evidence of what we’d been doing. We might as well have left a neon sign saying: This way to the orgy.Ted caught on right away. He didn’t even bother to utter something like, “What’s going on here?” because he knew instantaneously..The three of us cringed. We all knew his terrible temper. What would he do?His face had uncharacteristically become a cipher. Instead of rage seeping out of his pores, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.I expected the worst. When I read the k**s’ expressions, I knew they did, too. Ted was bad enough when he was in a chaotic rage, but what would he be like when he knew what he was doing?None of us wanted to find out what Ted was capable of during a controlled rage, but there was no way out. We’d just have to take our medicine.Our horrific expectations seemed justified when Ted removed his belt. It seemed a beating was in store.But, no. At least not right away.He was throwing the belt aside. Maybe he was taunting us.We all watched on tenterhooks as he made his next move. What was going through his mind?It was as though Sally. Don and I were captives of hypnosis, as we watched Ted’s hand fall to his fly. He grasped the talon and there was a sharp whirr.His pants were suddenly open.”Look!” Sally gasped.Don and I did, and there was plenty to look at. Ted’s swollen cock was pushing the underwear out of his fly. Obviously, he had an enormous hard-on.”Daddy’s stiff,” Don whispered to me. “Is that the way he gets when he fucks you?”In the midst of all this crisis, I blushed. It was the first time I’d pictured myself in sexual compatibility with my husband in a long while, and it was a funny feeling.Don’s attention to me was ended when he saw what his father was doing. That cock was coming out, and it was even harder than it had appeared from the inside.A monster! Bigger than I had ever seen Ted’s prick.Hard as it was, I pulled my eyes away from his prodigious tool and looked up at his face. The mask of concealment was gone. He was drooling like a rabid lecher,It came to me. Nothing bad was-going to happen at all!Ted wasn’t furious, he was turned-on. More turned-on than I had ever seen him. He just wanted to join in on the family fun.He lowered himself between my legs. The head of his cock found my waiting pussy and pushed inside.He was sliding inch after inch of thick cock into my cunt. Then he was moving. I was squirming my ass. We were fucking! Husband and wife fucking!Betty Lawrence’s secret life was over.

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