Chapter 1
It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigerator and
an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.
Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High School
until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from work. These
next precious hours she had to herself.
Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her
trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach.
Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting weight.
Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the
last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt
disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged
in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn't normal for a thirty-three-year-old
housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about
Madge down the block and Karen across the street. It was no secret that they
were having extramarital affairs. And what about Barbara next door? Judging
by the clothes she wore, you'd think she was a hustler. And once at a party
she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Arlene and
everyone else watching knew what had happened. The mere thought of adultery
made Arlene cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though
her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her
throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm
into her thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside
her seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was her
husband Hal's, the man she loved. And she was determined that his would
always be the only one.
It wasn't Hal, though, who filled her mind at the moment. It was Ralph, a
friend of her son's, a muscularly overdeveloped sixteen-year-old. It had been
he who had bagged her groceries yesterday, and when he had helped her take
the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally brushed against each other.
The fleeting contact had meant nothing to Ralph, but Arlene had been dismayed
to find upon arriving home with the groceries that her panties were soaked
clear through. Though she had struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing,
she had finally been forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had
gone into the bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of
vigorous masturbation.
Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning to
perspire slightly as her fingers neared her vagina. Scattered untidily on the
pillow, her blonde hair reflected the thin stream of sunshine that leaked
between the shutters.
In her fantasy, Ralph had come over for some undefined reason. She was alone
in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost immediately, she had
smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and whispered, "Fuck me!" in his
ear. They had rushed into the bedroom, stripped naked and now lay side by
side on the bed.
Arlene's mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger touched
lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue lashed out and
made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her eyes, and whispered
sexily, "Oh, Ralph!"
She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy puffed-out lips
of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she made rhythmic in and out
strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her tightly drawn stomach to touch
the undersides of her ample breasts. She pushed one breast up as far as she
could, bowing her head down to it. Catching the hardened nipple between thumb
and forefinger, she aimed the bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue
out as far as she could, she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a
sexual tingle grow within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing
nipple.
Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her steadily
probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She straightened
her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes and feeling the
silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.
Her finger ... Ralph's finger ... became more savage as it seesawed in and
out of the now flooded vaginal passage. A very low, throaty moan came from
deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more
intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual abandon.
She pretended it was young Ralph sucking her breast and pinching her nipple
into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at herself,
watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and perspire as her
finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping cunt. It gave her lewd
fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the hidden cave within the forest
of coarse blonde hair. She imagined that Ralph was hovering above her, his
brown eyes peering down at her wanton nudity, his cock hard and swollen and
throbbing.
The normal Arlene - the shy, inhibited, proper housewife - was nowhere
present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in this juvenile
hour of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously sexual, wonderfully
whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking all over the bed
climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and tomorrow she would do it
again because she couldn't help it.
"God!" she whispered. "God, it's so good!"
She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each time she
drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her vagina,
stimulating her swollen clitoris.
She knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which excited her
so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She released her grip from the
breast she'd been feeding into her mouth, allowing the tit to whip back into
its natural position. Rolling onto her side while still finger-fucking her
vagina, she reached out and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She probed
to the backmost part of the drawer, shoving aside the various paperback books
and cosmetics. Her fingers found the silk scarf. Wrapped inside were a
phallic-shaped battery-powered massager and a candle two inches wide and ten
inches long. After a short hesitation, she opted for the candle, leaving the
massager hidden in the scarf where sometime soon - perhaps tomorrow - she
would remove it and use it against her wet and pouting cunt lips and around
the sensitive edges of her quivering clitoris.
While she extricated the candle from its hiding place, her finger played
frantically within the sloppy wet recess of her vagina.
A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she gazed at the thick candle with
lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her mouth, her tongue
lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax phallus because she
deliberately held it just out of reach.
Between her legs, her hand was making energetic plunges into the sucking well
of her vagina. Her legs were spaced so widely that the pressure on the inner
portions of her muscular thighs was almost unbearable. But still she kept
them painfully stretched because the exertion reflected the intensity of her
lust.
She continued to fix her gaze on the flesh-colored candle. She envisioned
that it was Ralph's penis, and the very nearness of it to her wide-spread
lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.
She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while inhaling,
squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed vividly.
Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her anxious lips.
She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so thick that she had to
stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the waxy shaft entered her mouth
she couldn't keep from scraping her teeth against it. She lavished great
amounts of saliva on it and twirled her tongue around the semi-blunt end
where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were forced open, straining the muscles
around her ears. But she licked and sucked feverishly, gulping down the flood
of saliva in an effort to keep from choking. The swampy folds of her cunt
were likewise flooded, and she relished the delicious feel of her juices
gushing out to dribble along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and
below her pussy, to stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the
spread beneath her.
Feeling the walls of her vagina clutching madly at her lone finger, she knew
that she could bring herself to orgasm without much more effort. She
withdrew the candle from her mouth, giving it several circular sweeps with
her agile tongue as it exited.
She removed her hand from between her legs, leaving her cunt to suck angrily
at the sudden nothingness. But she didn't leave herself empty for long.
Immediately she was on her knees facing the head of the bed. She waved one
hand in the air rodeo-style for balance while clutching the massive candle in
the other. She locked her ankles together as she positioned the candle with
its base on the bed between her thighs and its wick end pointed straight up
at her hotly aroused vagina.
Slowly she lowered herself. The end of the candle, wet with saliva, brushed
against her vulva. She rose up again on her haunches, came down then until
the wick tickled her clitoris, rose up, down, up. More moisture gathered at
the entrance to her already saturated cunt. But wet as she was, she knew that
it would be a delicate process getting the instrument inside her vagina. She
had had the candle inside her dozens of times, and each required tender
determination because her pussy had to stretch so much to accommodate the
intruding wax object. But it was worth it, every time had been worth it.
Every time had resulted in one or more heaving, draining climaxes, leaving
her too weak to move.
She circled with her hips, the wick teasing her inflamed cunt lips. Lower.
She felt the pressure of the wax surface against her flushed outer vagina.
She sat down until the stress was too much to endure, then retreated slightly.
She kept the candle in place with her left hand, her arm bent behind her
back, her wrist up under her buttocks. Her right hand came to rest just above
her vagina, and with two fingers she tried to spread the opening enough to
admit the candle.
As she squirmed against the wax vertex, the fingers of her right hand pressed
her erect clitoris and caused her to groan hotly.
"Oh, Ralph!" she murmured, gazing passionately at the spot where Ralph's head
would be had he actually been there. "Oh, Ralph, we shouldn't!"
She pretended that the youth was arching his hips toward her, that he was
determined to sink his cock into her depths no matter how much discomfort it
caused her.
In response to his imaginary lunges, Arlene lowered herself suddenly, feeling
a storm of pain as the candle pressed her pussy lips inward, feeling a
searing agony as her hot flesh was stretched and folded and several of her
pubic hairs were violently uprooted.
She surrendered to the pain and backed off. Then she lowered herself with
greater determination. The pain was less severe, and the entrance seemed to
be more receptive, but still she had to retreat.
With a sudden mad frenzy of activity, she made sweeping circles with her
hips, her firm breasts bouncing as she gyrated. While circling, she pressed
downward. The end of the candle seemed to angle into her squirming cunt, and
she was surprised at the absence of pain.
"Oh, oh!" she groaned from deep within her. "Oh, my God, it's in me!"
She then emitted a series of harsh, breathy gasps as she became accustomed to
the feel of the foreign object inside her lewdly stretched cunt.
"Oh, Ralph, this is so wrong! I shouldn't let you ... but, but ... oh, God,
let's fuck each other!" She whispered so lowly that she could scarcely hear
her own words. She was madly excited by her hot utterances. She had never
said those dirty words to anyone, not even to her husband in the heat of
passion. But she said them freely during these afternoon sessions. She said
them even though she felt ashamed afterward.
She lowered herself until her buttocks rested on her locked ankles. The
candle eased its way deep within her vagina. She deliberately squeezed her
vaginal muscles, imprisoning the staff in her moist well. She began to slowly
ride up and down on the intruding shaft, gripping the candle tightly with her
left hand as she did so.
Mewling outbursts of passion streamed from her parted lips. She rubbed
briskly on her hard clitoris with her right hand, feeling the shivers of
ecstasy pulse throughout her body. Trickling rivulets of perspiration made
their way across her forehead, stinging her eyes and running along the edges
of her dainty nose to her lips. Sweat flowed from between her breasts, from
her buttocks and forearms, from her tense and straining back. She felt as
though she were in a steam bath, even though the room temperature was
comfortable.
Her toes clenched so tightly that she felt pain along the top part of her
feet. Her heels dug into her buttocks as she sat down upon her crossed
ankles, one heel splitting her ass and keeping the cheeks lewdly open. The
lower part of the arm which held the candle was imprisoned between her left
thigh and calf. The candle filled all of her vagina, spreading the inner
walls as far as she thought possible. Her juices gathered more than ever
within her throbbing cunt, oiling the wax surface so that it slid easily as
she ground her pelvis downward.
Orgasm was a certainty. She could feel it approaching, her whole body
quivering, her mind dead to everything but erotic sensations and lewd images,
her clitoris tender and swollen.
"Ralph, Ralph, Ralph!" she chanted.
She churned, increasing her tempo.
Then she came, howling dementedly as she did.
Faster and faster she rocked on the candle and flicked at her clitoris with
her finger until a second and third spasm rocked her. A fourth and fifth in
rapid succession. More, one spasm every second, each seeming more powerful
than the last.
"Oh, fuck it, Ralph! Fuck it really hard!" she screamed.
Sweat bathed her entire body now. Her eyes, glazed, fixed heatedly on the
imaginary boy lover. She threw herself forward, her hands abandoning their
previous positions and stretching far above her head as she lay stiffly on
her stomach. Her fingernails dug brutally into a pillow, her tits throbbed
against the bedspread. She kept her legs widely spaced as she ground her cunt
into the sweat-soaked bedspread, the candle remaining lodged inside her
quaking channel. She drew her ass tightly inward, forming dimples on the
outer sides of the cheeks.
"Oouu, ohh! There, there!" she cried.
Then the contractions of her vagina began slowly to diminish in intensity,
and a minute later she was gasping in the stunned aftermath, satiated and
unmoving, whimpering softly.
Tears filled her eyes, and five minutes later she was sobbing.
* * *
She felt empty, alone, ashamed, disgusted. Fifteen minutes ago she had
masturbated to orgasm, but that wasn't what troubled her most. A simple,
swift fingering of her vagina to bring on the physical release her body
craved - that wouldn't have been so terrible. But she hadn't been satisfied
with so simple an act. She had conjured up in her mind the fantasy that her
son's friend was fucking her, fucking her better than her husband ever had.
And that seemed dirty and perverse, even though in actuality she would never
let the boy, Ralph, so much as touch her. If he ever made even the mildest of
advances toward her she would slap his impudent face and banish him forever
from her son's company. Of course, it wasn't a likely occurrence since Ralph
was the politest of Bill's friends and had never indicated any sexual
interest in either Arlene or her daughter.
Arlene showered.
Afterward she felt cleansed and absolved of wrongdoing. She was somehow able
to drive all thoughts of her recent transgression from her mind. It had to be
that way, because if she continued to dwell on the disquieting matter of her
daily self-abuse, she would be unable to function normally. She had to go on
living. She was Arlene French, Hal's wife - Mrs. Harold W. French - and she
had a designated role in life. Faithful spouse. Respectable housewife.
Dedicated mother. After dressing modestly in slacks and blouse and pinning
her blonde hair behind her neck, she began her housework. She washed the
dishes, vacuumed the carpet, planned the dinner for that night.
It was just before her son and daughter arrived home from high school that
Arlene found the brown legal-size envelope. It had been tucked between two
seldom read volumes on the top shelf of the bookcase. If she hadn't
accidentally jarred one of the books loose while dusting, the envelope would
not have been exposed. Now she examined it with trembling fingers. Even
before she opened the unsealed flap, she knew what was inside. Money. And she
knew it was stolen. Money stolen from her husband's office. It wasn't the
first such envelope she had happened upon. There had been two others, one
containing two-hundred dollars in twenties, another holding two fifty-dollar
bills. Now she stared at this third envelope, fearful of what its contents
might be, remembering how strange Hal's voice had sounded when he tried to
relate matter-of-factly that money was missing from the office. Even then,
Arlene had suspected. A dark, terrible hunch was followed two days later by
the first envelope - the first evidence? She wanted to ask him why, but she
couldn't. She could no more speak to her staunchly proper husband about his
crime than she could tell him about her masturbation. She nervously squeezed
the envelope open and counted five-hundred dollars worth of tens and
twenties. She returned the cash to its secret place, arranging the books so
that the bulging envelope could not be noticed.
Ten minutes later, Arlene was still shaking. She was in the kitchen staring
out the window as she sat at the table. She gazed out into the yard, but she
saw nothing, not even Barbara, the wife next door, who was uprooting tiny
spring weeds from her still brownish lawn while her ass jutted up in the air,
her skirt rising high to reveal her diaphanous panties. At any other time
Arlene would have felt irritation at the sight of the tasteless young
neighbor, but now she thought only of herself and her situation. She felt
guilt - guilt because day after day her lust was driving her to longer and
longer episodes of self-indulgence, guilt because the man she loved, the
righteous, self-assured, moral man she had married, had for some unknown
reason stolen money from his employer. Her hands trembled and she had to grip
the edges of the table to still them.
The front door opened and slammed shut. Judy came prancing happily into the
kitchen followed by her brother Bill.
Judy's first words were, "What's wrong, Mom? You look nervous."
Fifteen-year-old Bill (who had never been as perceptive as his
sixteen-year-old sister) seemed unaware of his mother's emotional state. He
uttered a short "Hi," and went to the refrigerator to pour a glass of
lemonade.
"Nothing," Arlene said in response to her daughter's question. "Nothing's
wrong, Judy. How was your day?" She forced herself to smile and to look
directly at the girl.
Her eyes passed from daughter to son and back to daughter. The sight of her
children was just what she needed to calm her feeling of depression. She had
a beautiful daughter with long blonde hair the same shade as her own. A
daughter who was intelligent and out-going and eager to explore the life that
lay ahead, the way Arlene had been seventeen years ago. Arlene's eyes
lingered momentarily on the hem of her daughter's skirt. She frowned,
thinking that the skirt exposed too much, that it was far too sexy, but she
decided to say nothing. She had been quarreling with her children too often,
she reasoned. Watching her son gulp down the glass of lemonade, she felt
pride in his physique. He was budding into a strong, impressive man, and even
though she disliked the way he dressed and the length of his hair, she was
momentarily proud of his good looks. No matter what else might happen to
threaten her marriage, she still had her children to believe in.
* * *
Arlene avoided Hal's eyes all through dinner. She found it impossible to
accept the fact that despite his tireless sermonizing about honesty winning
out in the long run, he was himself a thief. What if Bill or Judy found out?
It seemed to Arlene that his was the ultimate of hypocrisy. If only she knew
what had caused him to steal the money. But she would never know unless she
asked him ... and she could never do that.
At midnight, with Bill and Judy sleeping in their respective rooms, Hal had
got up suddenly from the sofa beside Arlene. He had virtually marched to the
TV set and flicked off the Tonight Show.
"I want to go to bed!" he announced in his deep, even voice, a voice in
harmony with his husky, virile build.
"All right, darling. You go ahead. I'll be there in a little while," she said.
He stood glaring down at her, weaving slightly because he'd been drinking
vodka all evening, and she detected a savagery in his eyes totally unlike him.
"I want you to come with me, Arlene. I want us to make love like normal
married people! Or are you going to put me off again?"
She didn't think she'd been putting him off. In fact, she felt he was the one
who had been neglecting her. Several nights she'd been desperate for a good
fuck, and he'd been too tired to oblige her. It was true that she wasn't in
the mood for it at the moment, but she could tell by his fierce expression
that argument would do no good.
In the bedroom they stood at opposite sides of the room and stripped. He came
over to her then, and yanked her against him. Without even kissing her, he
shoved her away from him so that she landed on the bed. He was upon her
instantly, staring into her fearful eyes as he forced her legs apart and
drove the head of his large erection against the unprepared fringes of her
vagina.
"No!" she whispered.
But he pushed harder. She was hardly aroused at all, and the forceful jabbing
of Hal's throbbing cock burned against her vulva. He pulled her thighs more
widely apart, gripping the fleshy back portions as he shoved himself at her.
"Hal, no, not yet!" she whimpered, but already the head of his organ was
inside the pained lips of her cunt. Tears filled her eyes; under the savage
assault she felt defenseless; she tried not to sob, but she couldn't help it.
Hal had never treated her this way.
"Open up, bitch! Fuck up at me!" he shouted.
"Shh! Please don't shout, they'll hear us!" she wept. "Please stop, it hurts!"
He paid no attention to her. He shoved his erection all the way in. Arlene
clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. The almost-dry walls of her vagina
rebelled against the rude intrusion, sending waves of agony to her confused
brain.
She knew that he was drunk, and she knew why he was acting so cruelly. The
stolen money, the terrible psychological strain. He was tormented and somehow
this savage act ... this virtual rape ... was medicine for his inner wounds.
Even after the pain subsided, she felt little pleasure. But she spread her
legs wide and lunged beneath him, bucking and churning like a mad whore. He
was her husband and she loved him and this was what he needed. Three minutes
after penetration he spewed his full load of searing sperm into her cunt. She
was just beginning to feel the wild sexual urges start within her, but it was
too late to reach an orgasm.
After another two minutes of gasping recuperation, he rolled over and
immediately slept. Arlene remained awake for another hour trying not to cry,
trying to understand.
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Chapter 2
The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling league. A half
hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled out on the couch to
wait for her boy friend. They were going to the movies.
Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her daughter on
the sofa and stopped short.
"You're not going to wear that?" she admonished, scanning Judy's skin-tight
stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed between her
midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair hung straight,
cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl anywhere.
"What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her
mother.
"It's god-awful!" was all Arlene could say.
There would have been a heated argument - the two often fought about what
constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl - but the doorbell rang
before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with
a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside
the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed
"Glad to meet you" at Arlene.
Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to
leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared
himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older
and having a driver's license.
Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy
wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter
have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would
she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been
dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get
between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene
remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter's age. Frequently she
would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy
work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come
that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it
was the extent of Judy's, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she
wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he
might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there
was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was
concerned about her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a
partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly
unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.
* * *
Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his
mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He
couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck
Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter ... Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until
she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone
experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been
screwing - they met an average of twice a week - his sex life had reached
explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently than he could count,
not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married
women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she'd taught him. In
spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he'd had of late, he
never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to
be away on business so often. Good old Sam!
He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.
He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much
he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was
well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five
pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara,
he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and
then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He
dressed.
He was ready.
In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and
left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley,
passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back
door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock
because the sound might rouse the neighbors.
There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he
heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its
origin.
"Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"
When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly
beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the
cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of
her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an
instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back
of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy
was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her
nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long
black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young,
younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match,
leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.
She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an
ashtray.
"Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.
He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the
couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted
lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly
against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill
wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small
straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go,
aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other.
He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy
soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.
While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her
trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the
underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and
forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and
moaned louder.
God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!
Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back,
breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I got so hot
waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you put it in me.
Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest and talk for a
while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?"
While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With
able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand
softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.
"Fine," he said in response to her question.
He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck
sounded like just the right way to get the night started.
He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, "No,
leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!"
She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear.
She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the
couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now,
and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and
wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew
for certain - this fuck wasn't going to last very long. But that was
apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No
holding back.
Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up and
grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He
repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa.
Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between
her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having
become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of
anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended
toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.
Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of
his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina.
She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her
back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just
above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt
lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance.
Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.
The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt
caused her to cry out - a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell
forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her
head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his
chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.
Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the
base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way
into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.
"Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved. "Now, now,
now! Jam it in all the way!"
Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of
his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.
The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her
heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a
furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the
bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury
to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in
pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked
skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing
against her moist inner thighs.
Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping
sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her
hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when
he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an
inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which
had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.
Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and
plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming
up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace
quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once
every second.
A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. "That's it,
Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes,
lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently
beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without
faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean
waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to
the carpet.
Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away.
Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus.
It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her
with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her
tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering
there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her
deep-thrust digit.
His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that
radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen
of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result
of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her
mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot
words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her
raging passion.
"Ffaaa ... yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I'm going
to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa ..." she
wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.
She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them
stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into
Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one
finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her
teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in
Bill's ears.
She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.
Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for
ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of
Barbara's cunt.
"Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww! Nownownow,
give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh,
gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"
After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch,
rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.
Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after
another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her convulsions
continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the
boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from
the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly
over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the
cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been
deposited by the same couple over the past year.
With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill
collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before
Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful, Billy, just
beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"
* * *
A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were
propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual
subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where.
Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate details of his sex
encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and
withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his
accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting
his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.
She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it
had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara's husband
was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill
planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been
intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.
"Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that stuck-up
bitch to spread her legs for you?"
Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday
night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had asked to borrow
Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl
friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car stranded on the side of the
road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic
on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to
assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and
defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her.
When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety
subsided. Molly's problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She
had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several
yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front
seat of Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed
her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded when
she actually returned the kiss.
"Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She reached into
his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect penis.
"Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about
how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop
me. I guess she needed it real bad."
While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically
raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of
his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs,
toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.
She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was crying
awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even say
good-bye."
"Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to her.
Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."
There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say
something that was on her mind.
"Billy?" she said in a whisper.
"What?"
"I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-factly, studying
his face to see what his reaction might be.
Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any
other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never
mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her,
he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived,
though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in
her delicate hand.
"You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.
"I don't care," he mumbled.
"Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites
you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you.
Tell me you want to hear about it."
He almost spoke, then held silent.
"Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail." She felt
his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.
"Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.
"Yes!" he whispered.
"Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."
Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.
"Who'd you do it with?"
"Some salesman. I don't know his name."
The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't know sent
waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her
expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a
voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, "Wh-where did
he do it to you?"
"Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion
which her confession was lighting in her young lover.
"Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.
"He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last statement
was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she hadn't
experienced for years.
"Did he make you come?"
Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up her
spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her
excited clitoris.
"Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly
fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm.
Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled
voice, "Yes, he made me come."
"How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were becoming more
breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers
briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his
incredible lust.
"We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and
didn't want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.
"Did he ... did he fuck you in the ass?"
"Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of
excitement peppered her heaving belly.
This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to
take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and
rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.
He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate
for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.
"Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah ... no, I want something else?"
"What else?"
"I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."
She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. "What do
you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.
"I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly into her
face.
They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the
year they'd been having the affair.
It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara
whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."
They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the
mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the
corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on
the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head
lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was
tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her.
Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on
the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She
squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress
rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly
closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.
"Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.
Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her
asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his
hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck,
she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.
She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."
But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading
phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!"
Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum.
Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and
trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.
Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to
squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately
rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation
caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual
frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara
this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.
* * *
While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next
door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her
vagina.
The next night was Saturday. At seven Hal left for his bowling league. A half
hour later, Judy came into the living room and sprawled out on the couch to
wait for her boy friend. They were going to the movies.
Arlene was walking from the den to the kitchen when she spied her daughter on
the sofa and stopped short.
"You're not going to wear that?" she admonished, scanning Judy's skin-tight
stretch slacks and abbreviated blouse that left her exposed between her
midriff and the top of her low-slung pants. Her blonde hair hung straight,
cascading across her shoulders, not a hint of a curl anywhere.
"What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her
mother.
"It's god-awful!" was all Arlene could say.
There would have been a heated argument - the two often fought about what
constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl - but the doorbell rang
before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with
a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside
the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed
"Glad to meet you" at Arlene.
Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to
leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared
himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older
and having a driver's license.
Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy
wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter
have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would
she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been
dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get
between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene
remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter's age. Frequently she
would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy
work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come
that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it
was the extent of Judy's, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she
wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he
might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there
was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was
concerned about her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a
partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly
unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.
* * *
Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his
mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He
couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck
Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter ... Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until
she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone
experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been
screwing - they met an average of twice a week - his sex life had reached
explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently than he could count,
not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married
women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she'd taught him. In
spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he'd had of late, he
never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to
be away on business so often. Good old Sam!
He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.
He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much
he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was
well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five
pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara,
he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and
then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He
dressed.
He was ready.
In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and
left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley,
passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back
door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock
because the sound might rouse the neighbors.
There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he
heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its
origin.
"Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"
When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly
beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the
cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of
her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an
instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back
of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy
was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her
nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long
black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young,
younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match,
leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.
She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an
ashtray.
"Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.
He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the
couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted
lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly
against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill
wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small
straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go,
aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other.
He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy
soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.
While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her
trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the
underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and
forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and
moaned louder.
God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!
Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back,
breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I got so hot
waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you put it in me.
Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest and talk for a
while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?"
While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With
able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand
softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.
"Fine," he said in response to her question.
He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck
sounded like just the right way to get the night started.
He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, "No,
leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!"
She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear.
She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the
couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now,
and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and
wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew
for certain - this fuck wasn't going to last very long. But that was
apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No
holding back.
Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up and
grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He
repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa.
Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between
her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having
become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of
anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended
toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.
Suddenly she lifted her legs into the air, placing one heel behind each of
his buttocks and using her strong leg muscles to draw him toward her vagina.
She arched her hips off the cushions, letting her full weight rest on her
back and shoulders. The hand that had been above her head came to rest just
above her vulva, and she used her long, slender fingers to spread her cunt
lips. With the other hand she pulled his erection toward her soaked entrance.
Her heels dug more forcefully into his ass, drawing him nearer, nearer.
The first hot contact of his penis against the sensitized flesh of her cunt
caused her to cry out - a long wailing cry of lust and abandon. Bill fell
forward on top of her, supporting himself with an elbow on either side of her
head. He could barely feel her taut nipples scraping lightly against his
chest, only the thin fabric of his shirt between their flesh.
Her hand slid farther down his cock, leaving the tip alone while grasping the
base and making slow stirring motions so that the rubbery head teased its way
into the suctioning gateway to her vagina.
"Oh, God! Shove it in all the way! Fuck me, Billy!" she raved. "Now, now,
now! Jam it in all the way!"
Her heels now locked behind him, her feet scraping over the abrasive cloth of
his trousers, caressing his ass, pulling him into her.
The youth's penis was an inch inside her when he decided to plunge into her
heated tunnel with one swift powerful stroke. He flung himself at her, a
furious lunge of his hips that caused his testicles to slap against the
bottom of his fly, only the cotton shield of his underwear preventing injury
to his delicate balls. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she howled in
pleasure, relishing the feel of the fully clothed boy against her hot naked
skin. She was even aroused by the cold feel of his open zipper rubbing
against her moist inner thighs.
Bill held the position for several seconds, savoring the feel of her clasping
sheath which already made tiny convulsions around his hardened organ. Her
hand was wedged between their groins, having had to release his penis when
he'd jammed it into her. When Bill drew back so that his cock was only an
inch deep in her vagina, Barbara brought the hand up to join her other which
had just begun to fondle and tease her breasts.
Bill drove into the sex-maddened housewife. She whimpered. He drew back and
plunged again, then again. Soon he was fucking her crazily, her hips jamming
up and down on the sofa, his trousered thighs slapping against her. His pace
quickly built to the maximum possible and he was thrusting into her once
every second.
A continuous outflow of lewd words began to pour from her lips. "That's it,
Billy! Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Fuck me so hard, lover, make me go crazy! Yes,
lover, yes, fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Her words were an erotic spur to both of them. She wiggled more fervently
beneath him, and he continued his lunging without losing his timing, without
faltering on a single stroke. Beneath them the cushions bounced like ocean
waves, and several times their frantic movements almost sent them tumbling to
the carpet.
Bill felt the sperm boiling within him, his climax only a minute or so away.
Slipping his hand beneath her perspiring buttocks, he searched for her anus.
It was only then that he realized that Barbara had just reached beneath her
with her own hand and that one slender forefinger was already imbedded in her
tight resilient asshole. His fingers grazed the back of her hand, lingering
there and feeling her tiny bones wiggle as she stirred her rectum with her
deep-thrust digit.
His fucking continued ceaselessly. He delighted in the animal heat that
radiated from the delirious woman beneath him. He could feel the thin sheen
of perspiration that painted her body. His own clothes were wet as a result
of his own toiling. Beneath him he could make out the faint outline of her
mouth as it opened and closed like that of a gasping fish on the beach. Hot
words continued to flow from her lips, less distinct now because of her
raging passion.
"Ffaaa ... yeah, oh, ooo, yeah, ffaaa-fuckkk! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, I'm going
to make it! Don't stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfaaaaa ..." she
wailed, her whole body beginning to tense and tighten.
She threw her legs into the air, bicycling with them, then pointing them
stiff and toward the ceiling. Her stomach tightened. She gasped hotly into
Bill's face. Her hand rubbed lightning-fast across her breasts while one
finger of her other hand dug deeply into her clenching anus. She gritted her
teeth and unleashed a wild, demented scream so shrill that it echoed in
Bill's ears.
She twisted and strained, stretching her legs in the agony of pending release.
Bill was on the verge, too. His testicles ached with the need for
ejaculation. His juices were about to boil over into the steaming recess of
Barbara's cunt.
"Now, baby, now!" she cried. "Aaahhhfaaauucck! I'm coming nowww! Nownownow,
give me your sperm, your jiz, yes, come inside me, flood me, yesyes! Oh,
gaawwddd! Nnnowwwwwww! Ahhggaaaa!"
After that her words were indistinguishable. She came like a mad bitch,
rocking and jerking and hissing hot inhuman sounds.
Bill's semen was suddenly shooting from him, one hot sticky blast after
another scalding the deepest parts of Barbara's vagina. Her convulsions
continued, her own juices seeping from her cuntal walls and mixing with the
boy's spouting sperm. The concoction of spewed lust liquid overflowed from
the throbbing ridges of Barbara's cunt, creaming her thighs, trickling warmly
over the finger which she still held imbedded in her ass, dripping to the
cushions of the sofa to join several other such blotches which had been
deposited by the same couple over the past year.
With the last, weakest blast of sperm having jetted from his penis, Bill
collapsed upon the gasping woman. They lay limply for several minutes before
Barbara got the strength to whisper, "It was beautiful, Billy, just
beautiful! God, it was just what I needed, lover!"
* * *
A quarter of an hour later they both lay on the bed naked. Their heads were
propped up on the same pillow, and they were talking. It was the usual
subject. Barbara wanted to know whom he had screwed lately, how and where.
Six months ago when she'd first pried the intimate details of his sex
encounter with a cheerleader from his reluctant brain, he had been shy and
withdrawn. But when he discovered what an explosive erotic effect his
accounts had on her, he became more willing. And by now he enjoyed recounting
his sexual exploits almost as much as Barbara enjoyed hearing about them.
She had just asked him if he had laid anyone during the past five days (it
had been five days since they had been together, but now Barbara's husband
was scheduled out of town on business for the next week, and she and Bill
planned to take advantage of the situation). Bill confessed that he had been
intimate with Molly Littleton two days ago.
"Molly Littleton!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you ever get that stuck-up
bitch to spread her legs for you?"
Bill recounted in detail how he had been driving along old Highway 8 Thursday
night. Even though he didn't have a driver's license, he had asked to borrow
Ralph's car for an hour and Ralph had consented. He was on his way to a girl
friend's house when he had spotted Molly's car stranded on the side of the
road. He'd pulled up behind the vehicle. Since there was so little traffic
on the old road at night, Molly had been pleased to see the car stop to
assist her. She had been frightened though, because she was alone and
defenseless and she had no idea what sort of stranger had stopped to aid her.
When she recognized Bill, her good friend Arlene French's son, her anxiety
subsided. Molly's problem was that she had two flat tires simultaneously. She
had evidently run across a long board with nails which they found several
yards down the roadway. Bill had offered to drive her home, but in the front
seat of Ralph's car their eyes met and something came over him and he kissed
her. He'd expected her to fight like a wildcat and he'd been astounded when
she actually returned the kiss.
"Didn't she fight you off at all?" Barbara wanted to know. She reached into
his lap and began to gently fondle Bill's partially erect penis.
"Not really. Oh, when I got her panties down she started complaining about
how she was a married woman and how wrong it was, but she never tried to stop
me. I guess she needed it real bad."
While Bill related how Molly had turned into a wanton bitch and practically
raped him, Barbara continued to stroke his thickening cock. In the midst of
his account, he reached across to her and placed a hand between her thighs,
toying with the sperm-drenched folds of her vagina.
She was panting audibly when his account ended with, "Old Molly was crying
awful bad when I got her home. She felt so guilty she didn't even say
good-bye."
"Good," Barbara said. "I'm glad the bitch got what was coming to her.
Maybe she won't act so high and mighty after this."
There was a short silence while Barbara debated whether or not to say
something that was on her mind.
"Billy?" she said in a whisper.
"What?"
"I got screwed this afternoon." She said the words matter-of-factly, studying
his face to see what his reaction might be.
Bill had often wondered whether Barbara got her extramarital thrills with any
other males besides himself. He had long wanted to ask, but had never
mustered the nerve. Now, having unexpectedly heard the confession from her,
he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy. The jealousy was short-lived,
though, and in its place came a surge of arousal. His cock hardened fully in
her delicate hand.
"You want me to tell you about it?" she coaxed.
"I don't care," he mumbled.
"Yes, you care. Your cock just got good and stiff, lover, because it excites
you to think about me doing it, just like it excites me to think about you.
Tell me you want to hear about it."
He almost spoke, then held silent.
"Tell me you want to hear it and I'll give you every juicy detail." She felt
his fingers screwing more vigorously into her hot cunt.
"Do you want to hear all about it? Everything?" she asked.
"Yes!" he whispered.
"Then ask me. Ask me anything you want to know."
Bill hesitated, then formed the words he wanted.
"Who'd you do it with?"
"Some salesman. I don't know his name."
The thought of Barbara fucking some salesman whose name she didn't know sent
waves of lust through Bill's mind. He began to roll his hips beneath her
expert caresses. His penis was oozing lubricant into her warm hand. In a
voice choked with emotion and much deeper than normal, he said, "Wh-where did
he do it to you?"
"Right here on this bed," Barbara said, thrilling to the obvious passion
which her confession was lighting in her young lover.
"Tell me!" he whispered, his voice almost pleading.
"He was good," she confided. "But not as good as you." This last statement
was a lie. The salesman had blown Barbara's mind in a way she hadn't
experienced for years.
"Did he make you come?"
Barbara began to writhe as Bill's fingers sent shivers of desire up her
spine. He was flicking at the flowered-out lips of her cunt and across her
excited clitoris.
"Yes, he did. Oh, God, yes!" Barbara answered, remembering how she had nearly
fainted that afternoon when the salesman had first fucked her to orgasm.
Then, so as not to sound too enthusiastic, she said in a more controlled
voice, "Yes, he made me come."
"How many times did you fuck each other?" Bill's words were becoming more
breathy as Barbara continued to stroke his stiff penis. He ran his fingers
briskly through her cunt hairs, the sticky feel of her vagina adding to his
incredible lust.
"We fucked three times," she said simply. She was enjoying his questions and
didn't want to volunteer any more information than the queries called for.
"Did he ... did he fuck you in the ass?"
"Yesss!" she hissed, beginning to feel wild and whorish as the tremors of
excitement peppered her heaving belly.
This last admission of hers was almost too much for the lust-crazed Bill to
take. Her confessions, coupled with the agonizing way she was teasing and
rubbing his prick, sent him near the verge of climax.
He was squirming frantically now. No one else had ever been able to duplicate
for him the kind of hand-job Barbara was capable of.
"Do you want me to jack you off, Billy?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah ... no, I want something else?"
"What else?"
"I want to do what the salesman did to you this afternoon."
She knew immediately what he meant, but she wanted him to say it. "What do
you mean?" she asked, pretending naivete.
"I want to fuck your ass, Barbara, let me!" he breathed excitedly into her
face.
They had tried anal intercourse only rarely, less than a dozen times in the
year they'd been having the affair.
It was exactly what they both wanted at the moment, though, and Barbara
whimpered, "Yes, Billy, fuck me, fuck my ass! Let's do it now."
They shared a short french kiss, then she leaped from the bed, rounded the
mattress and fell to her knees on the carpet. She crawled forward until the
corner of the mattress was wedged between her thighs. Then, still kneeling on
the floor, she leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bed. Her head
lay sideways, the bedcover feeling soft against her cheek. Her raven hair was
tossed above her head as she waited for Bill to come around behind her.
Suddenly he was there, kneeling in back of her, his knees inside her own on
the carpet. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath on her back. She
squirmed, and her movement caused more pressure as the corner of the mattress
rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.
Behind her Bill eyed the target of his lust. The dark anus with its tightly
closed entrance, wrinkles fanning out in all directions from its center.
"Do it, damn it, I can't wait any more!" Barbara pleaded.
Bill used one hand to guide his erection against the outer edge of her
asshole. She mewled when she felt the contact. Then, brutally, he thrust his
hips forward. Because she had fingered the passage during their earlier fuck,
she felt only a mild amount of agony as the penis ground into her.
She moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oohhh, easy, lover, go easy."
But a few seconds later she became accustomed to the feeling of the invading
phallus. "Now!" she screamed. "Shove it in deeper! Bury it in me! Fuck!"
Bill exerted more pressure, feeling his prick forge its way into her rectum.
Her ass muscles involuntarily rebelled against the entry, convulsing and
trying futilely to expel the intruding penis.
Finally Bill had it all the way in her, and Barbara immediately began to
squirm, bucking back against his cock and gasping hotly. She deliberately
rubbed her juicy vagina against the corner of the bed and the sensation
caused by the firm mattress against her clitoris made her go mad with sexual
frenzy. She fucked insanely, screaming, swearing. And for Bill and Barbara
this was just the beginning of a long week of excitement.
* * *
While Bill fucked Barbara with guiltless abandon, his mother was alone next
door hating herself as her fingers crept across her belly in search of her
vagina.
Re: erotic book - The Seduction Of Mommy by Foster Davis
Chapter 3
It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.
Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene
answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head
begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face.
She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from
his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance
hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were
coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the
police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast
downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a
single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing,
his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched
incredulously as their father left.
* * *
Judy stretched her legs out on the floorboard of the old Ford convertible.
She threw her head back happily. The top was down, and even though the April
night air was a little chilly she felt warm. She sat in the middle of the
seat, her boy friend Jack by her side alternating his attention between her
and his driving. She felt carefree. The past two days had been unbearable.
Her father had been freed on bail almost immediately, but his presence around
the house had not been pleasant. A deadly gloom seemed to pervade the
household, making all but the most essential of speech taboo. Her father had
been fired, and the family's financial situation was in doubt. At school,
Judy's friends had been tactful enough not to mention Hal French's arrest -
but they all knew about it. There was a time when her world would have been
shattered by this unexpected nightmare - a time when she looked upon her
father as the only man in her life. But during the past years Judy had
discovered a new side of herself, a carefree, guiltless, happy, hedonistic
side of her personality which conflicted with her parents' middle class
values. It was for this reason that she found the trauma of her father's
arrest tolerable. She knew her brother shared her feelings - that he, too,
knew better than to feel personally degraded by their father's predicament.
It was her mother, though, that caused Judy the most worry. Arlene was
walking around the house like a zombie. Her eyes had been puffy from crying
for two solid days. Judy wondered what could be done. If only her mother
wasn't so wrapped up in her phony pretense of respectability. Didn't she
realize that there were other things in life besides family pride?
Judy kissed Jack on the cheek and turned on the radio.
The stores and houses seemed to be spaced progressively farther apart as they
journeyed from the city. Soon they were on the highway which led to Scotch
Lake where Ralph's parents owned a cabin. His parents were unaware that their
son, a girl and three other couples were going to use the cabin for an
all-night party.
Judy smiled devilishly as she remembered the party she had attended last
month at the same cabin. There had been just three couples that time - Ralph
and her brother Bill with their girl friends, Jack and herself. For six
people they sure had done a lot of balling, she recalled. It had been one of
the wildest nights she'd ever known. She had come with Jack and ended up
spending most of the hours locked in a small bedroom with Ralph. She smiled
now as she thought about how her mother was always hinting that Ralph would
make such a nice boy friend for her because he was such a fine shy kid. Mom
sure was naive! Still thinking about last month's party, she remembered
staring in fascination while her brother fucked Ralph's girl. It had been
terribly exciting for her, and she regretted that Bill wouldn't be there
tonight. It promised to be a wild party - even wilder than the last one, she
speculated.
Her lustful memories were turning her on. She scooted closer to Jack so her
shoulder was snug against his. Her pulse was racing and moisture was
gathering stickily in the crotch of her panties. She guided her hand to
Jack's thigh and began to slowly caress his trouser leg as he drove toward
Scotch Lake.
Jack's cock had been erect almost from the first minute Judy had got into the
car next to him and its throbbing stiffness surged against the restraining
fabric of his trousers. His driving became erratic and the car drifted
slightly. He was forced to slow down for reasons of safety.
Judy used her hand cleverly, creeping up his pants, circling his groin,
walking her fingers across his lower stomach. She never once touched the
bulge of his penis, but she still managed to start him squirming around on
his buttocks, panting.
She loved to arouse a boy that way; it gave her a sense of power.
The drive to the cabin was only about five miles, but by the time they
arrived, both were excessively aroused. During the last two miles, Judy had
unsnapped her slacks so Jack had been able to slip his fingers inside to feel
her mound through her rapidly moistening panties. Her caresses had become
more aggressive, too. When they pulled in front of the cabin, Judy's hand was
inside his pants, her fingers warm against the taut pulsating flesh of his
penis. Her hand had been working vigorously, causing Jack to slump low in the
seat and gasp loudly while struggling to keep the car on the road. Once
parked, they quickly disengaged their hands from each other's crotches. Judy
zipped up her slacks and smoothed the rumpled material of her blouse which
had become bunched around her stomach. Jack's erection still pushed
forcefully against the front of his pants as he and Judy got out of the car.
They were walking the short distance between the car and the cabin when Judy
stopped short.
"Wow, look at that!" she exclaimed, giggling wantonly and nodding toward a
car parked some twenty yards away. In the back seat, two silhouetted figures
were entwined, rocking back and forth vigorously. Judy recognized the car -
Ralph's. It was his girl friend Vita, she assumed, whose legs were stretched
upward, heels locked on the ledge of the open rear window. The speed of
Ralph's buttocks rising up and down indicated the couple was at the most
heated stage of intercourse.
Judy felt Jack behind her. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and
hugged her back against him as he, too, stared at the erotic sight. His
erection surged against her, pushing at the lower part of her back.
As her eyes focused more steadily on the fucking pair, Judy felt her warm
juices seep through her panties and creep along her inner thighs. She'd been
thinking about the party all day, getting hornier and hornier as the hours
went by. If someone didn't fuck her pretty soon, she was going to go out of
her little mind. Jack was welded to her from behind, and his presence there
did nothing to still her rampaging lust. Suddenly she wheeled around,
breaking his grip on her shoulders.
With sex-maddened eyes gleaming in the faint light of the moon, she groaned,
stood on her tiptoes, and threw her head back to present her soft lips up to
him. The tall youth bowed his head and their lips joined, tongues briskly
licking into each other's mouth. She reached up and entwined her arms around
his slim neck. She could feel the tip of his upthrust penis against her
belly, and the contact sent an earthquake of longing through her body. Their
kiss continued for several minutes, growing wetter, more wanton, more active.
Her own breath came in harsh gasps, harmonizing with Jack's labored breathing
- and the sound of Vita's passionate murmurs from the back seat of Ralph's
car added to Judy's sense of total lustfulness.
She pulled her mouth from his and said, "I can't wait much longer! I don't
know what's wrong with me, I'm just so awful horny tonight!"
She could see the lust gleaming in Jack's eyes. The feel of his tall, thin,
athletic body against hers was turning her on fast and she felt like fucking
him right there on the ground among the leaves and pine needles. Instead, she
took Jack's hand in hers and started toward the porch. They passed within a
few feet of Ralph's car, and the sight of the copulating couple was much more
graphic from this distance. Judy stared right into the back seat of the car
as she passed, and she saw Jack was doing the same. Unconsciously her pace
slowed so she could have more time to take in the frantic action. Ralph's
white ass was squirming around, his buttocks clenching as he drove again and
again into the wildly gyrating Vita. His pants were down around his thighs,
his shirt unbuttoned as Vita ran her hands hotly across his heaving chest.
He's only sixteen and already he's got as much hair on his chest as Father!
Judy thought excitedly, remembering how his hairy chest had tickled her erect
nipples the last time they had fucked. Vita was squealing insanely now, her
bare feet sticking straight out the window, toes clenched and pointing at
Judy. The sight was too much for Judy, and she headed for the cabin, tugging
Jack behind her.
The only light inside radiated from a fireplace in a far corner of the main
room where several logs were burning brightly. Lying on their stomachs side
by side facing the fire, a blanket beneath them, were Connie and Linc. They
were dressed and unrumpled. Even though they had been alone in the cabin,
they were not in the midst of any sexual foreplay. Their voices were low and
serious, and Judy realized they were talking philosophy, as usual. They were
an intellectual pair, and it often seemed they didn't fit in with the rest of
the gang - yet they were two of the most likeable seniors at Washington High.
Sometimes Judy thought that Connie would rather discuss Plato than screw, but
once Connie got turned on, she really got turned on and it took a lot of sex
to cool her off. Judy knew from experience that Linc was an able stud once he
got sexually aroused.
The two on the blanket turned and uttered brief, friendly hellos. Then they
returned to their conversation, ignoring the new arrivals who made their way
into the only bedroom. Jack closed the door, and they were alone in the dark
room. They stood kissing passionately. Then, as if by secret signal, they
made their way arm in arm toward the bed. They sat on the edge and kissed
again, this time holding the embrace for a long while, their tongues making
frantic circles inside each other's mouth.
"Want to get undressed?" Jack asked when the kiss was broken.
"Yeah!" Judy responded in a throaty whisper. "Oh, yeah, baby, do I ever want
to get undressed!" The thought of his nude flesh against hers sent waves of
insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her palm cupping the bulge
of his penis through his pants. Then her hand went quickly up to his belt,
undoing it. She considered undressing him, peeling away his clothing bit by
bit in a slow, teasing manner like she had so many times in the past. But she
was too hot, her panties already like tissue glued soggily against her
quivering vagina. Her hand came back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed
briefly between her thighs, and she smiled a little as she felt how her
juices had leaked through her slacks to form a warm circle around her crotch.
She began to unbutton her blouse with one hand while freeing the snap of her
slacks with the other. She kicked off her sandals, then stood and worked her
pants and undies down over her young hips. It was too dark to see much, and
Jack could barely make out her silhouette. But even that was exciting to him
- the outline of her nude hips and thighs, her blouse hanging open, no bra
beneath, her slacks and panties bunched at her feet. He stood and began
stripping frantically. Judy watched him, finding his haste thrilling; the mad
way he was stepping out of his pants excited her. He practically ripped his
shirt off.
They were both naked.
They melted together, their mouths fusing. Judy stretched up on her tiptoes,
her head tilted, Jack's tongue firm and aggressive inside her lips. Oozing
from the head of his erection was an abundance of sticky liquid. His seminal
fluids clung to her belly as his cock was sandwiched between their heated
bodies. She squirmed against him as the kiss continued. Her tits were crushed
against his lower chest, nipples hardened and throbbing savagely. She groaned
into his mouth like a woman ready to come at any second. She felt it all
gathering within her, a great storm of excitement, a furious raging river of
passion. Her toes clenched against the hardwood floor. She pressed her body
still more forcefully against his until the pressure was delightful and
agonizing at the same time. Their kiss became combative - a miniwar fought
with nibbling teeth and thrusting tongues. She tightened her lips and began
to suck hard, causing Jack's tongue to plunge deep into her mouth, almost to
her throat. No gentleness left in him now, both his hands pulled viciously at
the back of her head. She couldn't stand it any more. She was too hot.
Somehow she managed to free her lips from his and turn her head to one side.
Hotly she whispered in his ear, "Let's get on the bed now, I've got to
..."
"Got to what?" he teased.
Long ago she had learned how Jack liked to hear crude words and phrases
uttered from her trembling young lips. She didn't mind; it excited her, too.
What could be more exciting while fucking than to speak honestly and
passionately from the soul of your sexual being?
She spread her legs a little wider and licked his earlobe, making him squirm
and rub his penis against her stomach. She whispered, "I've got to get
fucked! You've got to fuck me, Jack, or else I'll die! I'm so hot it's
running down my legs! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!"
Her voice was gaspy and uneven. They crashed to the bed together, the old
mattress acting like a trampoline beneath them, causing them to bounce nearly
off its surface. Jack ended up flat on his back sideways across the bed, his
feet hanging over one side, while Judy straddled him, her legs doubled under
and her knees at the sides of his hips. His erection was grazing her wet
cunt, and she wasted no time reaching for the hard cock. She guided the long,
slender erection into the opening of her vagina and immediately began to
circle her hips, until the staff was imbedded all the way into her tight
young channel. She sat still momentarily, savoring the feel of his penis. She
squeezed it with her muscular cunt. Then she hissed loudly, her lips parted,
and started a feverish up and down tempo.
"Jack!" she cried. "Oh, Jack, it's so fucking good!"
She could see the outline of his face, his lips widely parted, great gusts of
breath heaving out of him from his straining chest. Now and then his eyes
reflected what little light there was in the room, and Judy knew his hot gaze
was fixed on her wildly pumping hips. Her own eyes were wet with lust, glazed
over and pleading, and she wondered whether Jack could see the same aroused
sparkle in her stare that she saw in his.
Her fluids filled her cunt, causing less and less friction as his cock
plummeted into the depths of her pulsating vagina.
"Jack, I'm going to come right away - right away, baby, I'm so hot!" Her
voice was an outpouring of alternate high and low tones, garbled sounds and
sobbed syllables. She felt a powerful orgasm welling up within her.
She sat down heavily on his hips and the feel of his throbbing cock, shoved
up her cunt as far as it would go, sent her mind spinning in erotic delirium.
"Aaaa!" Jack groaned as Judy began to move her hips in an increased circular
tempo. "Judy, don't stop!"
She had him crazy for it now, and that knowledge - the knowledge that she was
driving him insane with her wild whorelike motions - made her
incomprehensibly hot. She had such power. She could slow her pace and make
him plead. She could jerk her groin around furiously for thirty seconds and
make him shoot his load of scorching sperm right into her dripping cunt.
Beneath her was well over six feet of muscular male animal, and she could
control it. Sex seemed so glorious to her. Two people dependent on each other
to achieve the single most rewarding experience in life. Sex was beautiful -
and right.
Her hands moved to her breasts, her palms rubbing briskly across her hard
young nipples. The buds were alive with sensual ticklish delight, sending
waves of arousal all across her body. Her whole being seemed sexually
ignited. Every part of her seemed to tingle with sexual awareness. She felt
like she had never been so hot - and yet she knew better. Every time she
fucked, she felt hotter than she had ever been before. That was the beauty of
fucking.
Jack reached up and placed his hands atop Judy's. He rode the backs of her
hands, feeling her tease and fondle her pretty young breasts. He tightened
his thighs, arching his hips upward and lifting the twisting girl with him.
Her juices leaked from her cunt to the base of his erection, puddling there,
acting as a glue which united their wet and tangled pubic hair.
There was no up and down rhythm now. Jack kept his hips arched high, and Judy
ground down against him as hard as she could. Each of them felt a thundering
climax approaching. All movement was stopped. Jack let out a deep, loud
animal groan as he felt the sperm boiling in his testicles. Judy held her
breath, then hissed violently. Jitterish jerks began in her thighs and belly
and spread.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh ... oh ... oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, Jack, it's
happening right now! I'm coming! Aaahhhh!"
She tore her hands out from under his and pressed them against his sparsely
haired chest. She leaned down, supporting her weight against him with her
outstretched arms. Like an enraged mare, she threw her head back and bellowed
her lust toward the ceiling. Jack's body was rigid. Only his feet and
shoulders anchored him to the bed. Judy's knees were no longer on the
mattress; she was being lifted up, way up. Her cunt was contracting, great
clutching spasms one after another. Her buttocks tightened and loosened in
time with her orgasm.
"Shoot it into me!" she begged, and just then he did.
The first jet of hot sperm left his balls and shivered up the length of his
staff. It hurled forcefully from the split in the tip of his cock and slammed
against the quivering insides of her climaxing cunt.
"It's coming out!" he blustered. "Want me to pull it out of you? Want me ...
shit, it's too late! Fuck, oh, fuck, I've got to give it all to you!"
Jack's cry sent new thrills to Judy's brain as her climax continued.
Sometimes she and Jack had broken their connection at the moment of his
ejaculation, and he had come all over her breasts and belly. They had done
that to avoid the chance of pregnancy. She realized now, though, that her boy
friend couldn't withdraw even if he wanted to. And it didn't matter. The time
of the month was right for her - no chance of conceiving. Not that she would
have let him pull it out, anyway. Her orgasm was too intense.
"God, I'm still coming!" she shouted, not remembering the last time an orgasm
had lasted so long.
There was a momentary pause between the first hot blast of Jack's semen into
her vagina and the next shot. He still kept his hips up high, straining in
blissful agony as the next cannonball of jism fired from his tautly drawn
balls. His feet pushed down on the side of the mattress, his curled toes
dangling over the edge. The second fiery blast of sperm jetted from his cock,
joining the sticky pool of secretions already in her cunt. The third and
following spasms came more rapidly from his penis, flooding Judy until the
sperm poured like a river from her vagina, along the upper parts of her
thighs, and dripped to the blanket.
As if by some mysterious mutual signal, they both abandoned their frozen
positions. They began to gyrate intensely, Jack falling back to the mattress,
Judy jerking and twisting madly like a spineless puppet. She threw herself
flat on top of him, her breasts bulging and smashed into his chest, her legs
stiff above his, her toes scratching across his shins. He lifted his head to
her, turning it sideways to find her mouth. Her tongue was dancing wildly
between his teeth as she twisted her pelvis frantically against him, sapping
the last of his sperm and feeling the final tremors of her own orgasm ripple
in her belly.
He grabbed her ass tightly in both hands and pulled her down harder against
him while spearing up at her with his still-spouting erection. They kissed
and groaned and fucked until the terminal convulsions ebbed. Then they lay
glued together with sweat and sex juices until they finally rolled apart.
"I'm so tired, Jack, so tired!" Judy whispered happily as she began dressing.
"Not too tired, I hope! The party's just starting!"
She smiled, a wickedly satisfied smile that went unseen by Jack because of
the darkness. "You don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'll be ready
for more fun when the time comes!"
It wasn't just the sex that made her feel wonderful. There was something
overwhelmingly exciting about fucking - but, then, everyone knew that. It
was more than the fucking, though, that turned her on. It was the whole scene
- everyone balling without anyone being exploited, nobody uptight, no one
feeling ashamed and dirty. It was so obviously beautiful that she wondered
why there were so many people in this world, people like her own mother, who
couldn't see how fabulous sex was.
* * *
As soon as Jack and Judy had left the bedroom, they discovered that a
squabble of sorts was in progress. Ralph and Vita were in the cabin now,
standing with Connie and Linc by the fireplace. The four of them were in a
line with their backs toward the fire. Facing them, waving his hands irately
as he spoke, was George Benson, a physically well-developed but mentally
immature youth who had been invited to the party for one reason only: to
furnish the marijuana. Usually grass was easy to come by. But several of the
group's pot-supplying friends had left the city recently. For the time
being, George was their only contact.
"A virgin!" Connie exclaimed, lifting her oversize thin-rimmed glasses to
stare cutely at George. "This isn't the kind of scene to bring a virgin to -
you know that!"
"Yeah, you were supposed to bring Bobbie," Ralph reminded him.
"Bobbie's old lady is sick, so she had to stay home," George said flatly. He
obviously felt ill-at-ease, and he shuffled his feet nervously. He scratched
his head several times, messing his long, disorderly hair even more. He made
a deliberate point of looking no one in the eye.
"You're a fucked-up kid, you know that!" Connie said, shaking her head in
disapproval and bewilderment.
Line leaned over and elbowed her gently in the ribs as if to say: Easy, baby,
this dude's got the grass!
George's mouth fell open. His expression became shocked, then defensive, them
embarrassed. His eyes mirrored the hurt he felt at the unexpected rejection
coming from a girl he had considered a friend.
Judy clutched Jack's hand tighter. She felt sorry for George. George was a
fucked-up kid, but he was a human being with feelings, and Judy disliked the
way Connie had addressed him. She clung to Jack's hand as the scene before
them unfolded. There was a long silence, George staring at the others and
those four looking right back at him. Connie glared defiantly, taking on the
appearance of intellectual superiority. Linc was expressionless. Ralph and
Vita had their arms around each other's waist. Their clothing and hair were
disheveled. Both were flushed, evidencing the wild fuck they had just had in
the car outside the cabin.
George was fighting back tears when he finally whined, "Well, do you want me
to bring her in or not? You don't have to act no different just 'cause she's
cherry! She ain't a prude!"
"You bring the grass?" Linc asked.
George nodded.
"Okay," Connie said more softly. She stepped forward and touched George
affectionately on the cheek. It was a sincere gesture, because she was
obviously feeling a little ashamed of her earlier hostility. Hostility did
not become her philosophy of love and, like all the others in the group, she
considered herself a loving person. "Bring your virgin inside, George. This
might be interesting."
Jack and Judy looked at each other and smiled uneasily.
Susan was the virgin's name. She was a pretty blonde who didn't act at all
timid. When Connie and Linc stripped in the center of the main room, everyone
was watching Susan, expecting to see her show signs of shock. But she merely
leaned against a wall, her eyes riveted to the couple as they disrobed. Just
as George had said, Susan was no prude. She was a sophomore who simply hadn't
had the opportunity to shed her virginity under circumstances which she felt
were appropriate. This gathering of eight young people in a cabin, all of
them frank and open about sex, was just the situation in which she had always
dreamed of surrendering her virginity. When Connie lowered her nude body to a
blanket in front of the fireplace and the naked Linc descended upon her with
a gigantic erection in his hand, Susan realized that she was being watched by
those around her. George was watching, and Jack and Judy and Vita and Ralph.
What did they expect her to do? Go screaming from the cabin? Did they think
every virgin was a reluctant prig who had to be raped that first time? Susan
was eager to experience her first act of intercourse. The sight of Linc
rubbing the head of his penis in the wet hairy slit between Connie's long
legs made her own passion boil within her. It had been fifteen minutes since
she'd sat in the car outside with George, welcoming his crude but impassioned
advances upon her almost fifteen-year-old body. He had kissed her savagely
and rubbed her tits and worked his hand up under her miniskirt, and she still
felt the heat of sexual longing throughout her body. She watched as the lean,
handsome Linc steered his erection into the opening of Connie's vagina.
"Aaahh!" Connie moaned as Linc's cock slid into her passion-drenched orifice.
She threw her hands against his shoulders to brace herself as he lowered
himself toward her. She spread her legs wide, feet flat on the blanket, knees
pointed upward. She made brisk, involuntary sweeps with her tongue around her
lips as Line's cock worked deeper and deeper into her saturated vagina. He
hovered over her, supporting himself with his arms above and to each side of
her head. His hair, longer than hers, cascaded down to tickle her forehead,
his blond hair tangling with her jet-black tresses. Line sunk his groin
between the open thighs of the mindless girl, his cock sinking into the
churning warm depths of her vagina. Connie was so hot for it that she began
to jibber, crazy insane sounds pouring from her mouth, exciting her young
lover as well as the other six people in the room who were watching. Her
belly began to flutter. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, gliding down
along his back to his ass where she grabbed his flexed buttocks and drew him
closer against her.
Without anyone giving a signal or saying a word, the six young voyeurs
gathered around the blanket where Connie and Line were fucking. First Ralph
and Vita fell to their knees at the blanket's edge. From a distance of about
two feet, they glared with obvious erotic interest as the couple began to
twist and strain in an initial effort to establish a fucking rhythm. Vita
threw her arm around Ralph's waist and leaned against his strong young
shoulder. She was perspiring, her thin blouse clinging to her skin, her
clothing rumpled badly from her earlier act of intercourse in the back seat
of Ralph's car.
As if drawn toward the blanket by hypnotic command, Judy stepped trancelike
across the room, pulling Jack along behind her. They reached the blanket and
slowly fell to their knees directly across from where Vita and Ralph knelt.
Judy's eyes feasted on the writhing, perspiring forms of the copulating Line
and Connie. The flaring, unsteady light cast upon the couple by the fire made
the sight seem even more erotic than it would have been had the light been
constant and brighter. The shadows crawling across the fucking couple, the
fingers of gold firelight, seemed somehow to dance in time to their now
leisurely strokes. But the motions wouldn't remain cautious for long.
Everyone in the room sensed that Connie and Line were on the verge of losing
control, that any second they would give up their teasing, tentative
movements and start making wild, abandoned sexual lunges.
Judy noticed that George was now kneeling at the head of the blanket, and at
the lower end, where Linc's and Connie's feet were planted, knelt the virgin
Susan. All six of the onlookers virtually held their breath as the two on the
blanket continued to make slow circles with their glued-together pelvises.
Everyone knew it was going to happen any time now. Explosive, animal,
frenzied sex. At any second there would be a thunderous surge of activity.
The young voyeurs were eager and apprehensive.
Judy gurgled in spite of her efforts to kneel quietly as she watched. Her
panties were flooded, not just with Jack's spent seed, but with a renewed
flow of her own lubricants. It was so thrilling to watch. Her eyes focused on
Connie's face. The girl's large-lensed funky-looking glasses were falling
across her forehead exposing her eyes which were glazed over with mad lust.
Her mouth was twisted, her firm pink tongue licking frantically across her
lips as if she were practicing fellatio on an imaginary cock.
Judy groaned again. She couldn't help herself. Her own tongue licked across
her lips in a manner just as feverish as the girl on the blanket.
Jack was breathing heavily now. The couple kneeling on the opposite side of
the blanket was becoming restless, too. Ralph was working one hand playfully
up and down Vita's thigh, and she was reciprocating by letting her palm cup
the bulge where his erection thrust against the front of his pants. At the
head of the blanket, George was almost wheezing as he watched Connie squirm
more heatedly while working her cunt up around Linc's implanted erection. At
the other end of the blanket, George's virgin girl friend was going out of
her head with lustful longing. It was the first time she'd ever seen two
people fucking, and she couldn't restrain her own hand from making soft
contact with her inner thighs up above the hem of her miniskirt.
Judy shifted her gaze from the slowly copulating pair on the blanket to the
virgin. Susan was really turned on, Judy knew. The girl's young, firm breasts
bulged against her flimsy blouse, surging and retreating as she breathed
laboriously. She's so hot! Judy thought. Just the way I was the first time I
watched two people making it! I'll bet her panties are really hot! I'll bet
she's dying to get fucked! Suddenly Judy realized that the girl was staring
back at her. Their eyes met and they smiled warmly, a silent affirmation that
they were both women and they both knew exactly what sexual feelings the
sight of the couple on the blanket was arousing in their respective young
bodies.
Suddenly Connie cried, "Oh, God, fuck me hard!" Her voice was hoarse and
desperate. Her eyes were coated with a thin film of temporary lust-inspired
insanity. She was bucking up at Linc, and suddenly her movements were crazy
and abandoned, and the force of her sexual feeling was transmitted to
everyone gathered around the blanket.
Everything exploded.
Linc frantically began to raise his hips and slam himself into Connie's
sopped hungry cunt. The brisk, rapid smacking sound as their bodies collided
was an erotic spur to the other six people. Judy began to strip,
unconsciously aware that everyone around her was doing the same. Clothes
were flying in all directions - shirts and blouses and pants and skirts and
shoes and panties and underwear. On the blanket, Connie and Linc were fucking
like crazy.
"Watch me, everyone!" Connie screamed. "Watch me get fucked. Please!
Please, watch me!"
Connie's hot words served to incite the others in the room. Naked now, they
grouped around the blanket, male hands reaching for cunts and nipples, female
fingers beginning to touch stiff penises.
Judy felt someone grab her breasts from behind. She wheeled to throw herself
at whatever male was fondling her, only to find herself kneeling into and
french-kissing George. She didn't really like George. He was always making an
ass out of himself at school, striving to get attention. Maybe in a few years
he would mature socially and ... and ... Geez! she thought, feeling his cock
spear against her belly button. Geez, he's got a beautiful body - so big and
firm and I want him to fuck me! She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth.
She gasped, she ground against him, her hard nipples digging into his hairy
chest.
The sound of Connie getting fucked thrilled Judy. Con was always so high and
mighty with her Socrates and Plato. Hearing Con beg for it, groaning and
screaming like a mindless female animal, Judy felt a certain smugness sweep
over her. When it gets right down to it, Connie baby, Judy said to herself as
she dueled aggressively with George's probing tongue, you're just horny like
the rest of us!
Connie was babbling incoherently. Her hips were arched off the blanket, her
vagina frozen to Linc's well-oiled cock. They ground their groins tightly
together, and Con threw her arms over her head and waved them frantically.
"Yesss!" she wailed. "I'm coming already!"
Judy glanced over George's shoulder as she continued to kiss him. Susan was
on the hardwood floor near the foot of the blanket. She lay on her back with
her legs widely spread. Between her thighs was Ralph's head, his tongue
teasing her pink pouting cunt lips. Susan raised her feet off the floor and
locked her heels behind Ralph's neck, drawing his whole mouth flush against
her passion-soaked labia. Her head rolled from side to side, sending her
straight blonde hair flying about. Her mouth was twisted in a lewd grin, her
hands on her lower stomach, fingers straight out pulling her vagina open.
God, Judy thought, for a virgin that girl sure doesn't waste any time!
Across the blanket from where she and George were kneeling and kissing, Judy
saw her boy friend Jack being expertly mouthed by pretty, short-haired,
athletic-looking Vita, whose tongue made swift circles around the crown of
his penis, her lips sucking at the foreskin as she knelt between his thighs.
A series of hot murmurs crept from her throat as she sucked avidly on the
groaning, squirming Jack's upthrust penis.
Still kissing George hotly, Judy fastened her eyes upon the strenuously
copulating pair on the blanket. Connie was howling shrilly with each thrust
of her boy friend's huge cock into her cunt. She bucked up at him like a wild
whore, her belly tightening and untightening spastically as she experienced
the last crests of her orgasm. Her heels hammered brutally into the rough
wool blanket, her arms stretched above her head, her hands made into tight
fists of passion. Linc managed to maintain control through Con's hot,
straining climax, and as her convulsions ended, he increased the tempo of his
fucking, secure in the knowledge that he could bring her to many more orgasms
before he pumped his scalding sperm into her insatiable little cunt.
The sights, the smells, the sounds all around her made Judy crazy with lust.
She sucked hungrily on George's tongue. Everyone was so hot. Everyone was so
near to her, just a few feet away.
George mumbled into her mouth, "You're really hot to fuck, ain't you?"
Instead of answering, she returned his kiss more vehemently. She could feel
his seminal fluid spreading from the tip of his cock against her stomach. His
penis, sandwiched between his belly and hers, throbbed forcefully, making her
eager to have the erection deep inside her juicy vagina.
She grabbed the bottom of his buttocks in both hands and yanked upward. He
bellowed his displeasure as her fingernails raked his ass, but then she
lessened the pressure. Using only the palms of her hands now, Judy yanked up
on his ass. He got the idea. Slowly, in time with her insistent tugging, he
began to fuck his cock against her belly, up and down, spreading his gooey
emission around the area of her navel. While he continued this rhythm, she
withdrew her hands from his buttocks, placed one on each of his shoulders and
pushed him backwards. He yielded, throwing his arms behind him to catch his
weight as he sprawled to the floor. His legs unfolded and shot out straight,
his ass crashed loudly onto the floor. He was flat on his back with his
shoulders jerking harshly from the contact with the cold wood. But within a
few seconds, he became accustomed to the feel of the floor, and he lay there
submissively, gazing up at Judy who knelt between his legs.
She wasted no time. She leaned forward until her head was hovering over his
hard-on. Her lips opened. She lowered her head more, feeling the heat of his
erect penis as it neared her lips. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she
could and bowed down lower. She tried to take the end of his cock into her
mouth without having any of his flesh touch her. She succeeded at first,
surrounding the first two inches of his tight flesh and breathing hot,
tickling gusts of air onto it. The feel of Judy's warm breath against
George's tingling penis caused him to jerk. Judy's tongue was forced against
the burning skin at the crown of his cock, the salty taste of his semen
driving her mad. She closed her soft lips tightly around the quivering staff.
Her tongue went round and round and she began to slurp greedily.
"Yeah, oh, yeah! You sure know how to blow a guy!" George praised, swiveling
on his hips while pulling her head down farther against his cock with both
hands.
She almost choked as the full length of his penis was jammed to her throat,
but she managed to continue the sucking, working her tongue still faster.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I ain't never had my cock sucked so good!" George hollered.
What bothered Judy most about George's utterance was that it was more a cry
for attention than a cry of passion. He was plenty hot, and he was squirming
around so frantically that she expected him to shoot his load into her mouth
any second. Still, she knew what kind of a person he was, and she knew he was
getting a childish delight in yelling out so everyone else would look to see
that he was, indeed, getting his penis sucked. If Judy hadn't been so damned
turned on, she might have been angry. As it was, the feel of his cock thrust
deeply into her mouth was making her crazy with desire. She wanted to fuck -
fuck like she never had fucked before. All around her the sexual actions of
horny couples added to her runaway stimulation. She gurgled against George's
erection and hoped that he wouldn't squirt his load into her mouth. She
wanted to fuck him. Now. Maybe a good fuck would do this socially
ill-adjusted male a lot of good.
She gave the tip of his cock a final flick with her tongue. Then she withdrew
her mouth.
"Wh-whatsa matter?" George said in a complaining voice.
She crawled over him, her arms stretched down with one hand to each side of
his head, her knees resting at opposite sides of his hips. She gazed straight
down at his face, a bitchy smirk written across her lips. Her young breasts
dangled enticingly above him.
"Whatsa matter, yourself, Georgie!" she mocked, loud so everyone would hear.
"Don't you want to screw - or are you afraid I'm too much to handle."
Ralph, whose mouth was busy lapping at the virgin Susan's steaming cunt, let
out a happy snicker.
Feeling his young manhood had been unfairly questioned, George shot back,
"I'm gonna fuck you, Judy! I'm gonna fuck you good for saying that! I'm gonna
fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before!"
She bent down to kiss him, mumbling, "Promises, promises!"
She let her knees slide back so that her hips automatically lowered toward
George's straining penis. The tip of his cock brushed the top of her fluffy
pubic forest. She squirmed until the crown was touching the sloppy-wet slit
of her vagina. She kissed him madly while working her hips circularly so that
his cock excited her puffy flesh just below her clitoris.
She was aware of the action around her. On the blanket Connie was having
another orgasm, her legs lifted up and pointing straight out away from her
body, her stomach tense, a loud scream of pleasure beginning to trill from
her throat. Linc still kept his pace as he fucked the girl, still determined
to make it a long, pleasurable ride during which he intended to bring Connie
to as many climaxes as he could. Across the blanket from where Judy was
straddled over George's cock, Jack and Vita were still engaged in a
sixty-nine. Jack was grunting heatedly from on top as he thrust his cock
rapidly into Vita's receptive lips. Below, Vita was swept up in sexual
madness. Her hips jumped up again and again to meet Jack's tongue. She
twisted and strained as his lips washed the plane of her vagina, bathing her
hot cunt in saliva and making her erect clitoris throb with her every
heartbeat.
The sounds all around Judy were purely sexual and increasing in volume with
each passing minute. What most caught her attention as she rubbed her cunt
back and forth across the tip of George's swollen penis was the sight of
Susan and Ralph. The couple was only a few feet away from where Judy and
George lay, and Judy realized that she could reach out and touch the other
twosome if she wanted to. No longer was Ralph kissing Susan's vagina. Now he
had taken a pillow from a chair and wedged it beneath Susan's buttocks. He
was on hands and knees above her, ready to jam his abnormally large erection
into the sopped confines of her virgin pussy. Susan was willing and ready to
receive his cock. She was eagerly anticipating being fucked by the strong
manly body of the experienced Ralph. Her legs were stretched out wide apart,
making her vagina easily accessible. Ralph had one hand on top of his penis,
pushing the stiff organ down slightly to line it up with the babbling girl's
vaginal entrance. The hot, crazy sounds that were pouring now from Susan's
lips were louder than any others in the room. She was sex-crazed and
desperate. Her hands were locked behind Ralph's shoulders, pulling him toward
her. Her nipples pointed up erectly toward his chest. She twitched and
quivered, ripples of anticipation making her stomach bulge and retreat in
time with her labored breathing. If ever Judy had seen a girl more ready to
be fucked than Susan, she couldn't remember when.
The sight had Judy so hot she felt she was going to come any time. The soft,
circling contact of George's thick cock against the outer area of her cunt
was more than she could endure. With a long, tortured hiss, Judy used one
hand to guide the groaning youth's penis into her humid channel. She fell
down atop him, her whole body resting flat on his. The penis jammed all the
way into her in one easy thrust.
"Give it to me!" she whispered urgently in his ear. "I've got to have it now!
Please, please fuck me good!"
She gripped his shoulders and began to slide back and forth, their perspiring
flesh supplying a slick surface for Judy to slither. Her cunt began to
contract harshly, gripping his cock time after time as she struggled to
skewer herself more deeply than was possible. She felt his hands on her ass,
then his fingers curling around the sides of her buttocks. First his
fingertips were playing with the flowered-out lips of her pussy where his
penis was jammed into her. Then he danced his fingers the short distance to
her anus. Without any show of tenderness, he jabbed a finger all the way up
her rectum. She cried out, searing pain blinding her because of the
unexpected entry.
She stopped all movement, but George picked up the rhythm when she ceased her
fucking. He made short punches with his hips, screwing into her until the
pain diminished for her and she gleefully joined him in striving frantically
toward a climax.
"God! God, it's good!" she cried, not caring that her voice was piercingly
loud. She wanted everyone to hear just how hot she was. "Fuck, fuck! Move
your finger around in my ass! Yes! Fuck yes, baby!"
She sucked on George's tongue while she twisted her pelvis around like a
demented bitch. Her clit was pulsating like mad, rubbing around on his groin,
becoming more and more sensitive to the excruciating contact with his genital
hairs.
"Fuck, fuck!" she continued to rant. Her mind grew dizzy with lust.
She broke the kiss and gazed madly at the nearest couple, Susan and Ralph.
Ralph had inserted his cock into the virgin's cunt and was slowly feeding the
full length of it into her.
"Aaahhhh! No ... go slow!" Susan whined up at Ralph.
Sensing that he was hurting her, Ralph withdrew several inches, then pressed
into her again, more slowly.
Susan's pained cry alerted George. He twisted his head and saw that his
virgin girl friend was getting fucked.
"Stop!" he shouted. It was tormenting for him to see Ralph easing his cock
into the virgin he himself had hoped to fuck first. "Let me have her first!"
he groaned.
Ralph ignored George. He slipped his cock deeper into the ultra-tight passage
of Susan's never-before-fucked vagina. When Susan heard George's shout of
protest she had looked over at him, seen that he had his erection squarely
inserted into Judy's hot vagina, and turned her attention back to Ralph.
Judy, sensing that George was considering withdrawal of his penis so that he
could pull Ralph away from Susan, began to fuck more vigorously. As
obnoxious as she found George sometimes, she didn't want to quit fucking him
now. She needed him. She was within minutes of a shattering orgasm and she
couldn't deny it to herself. She craved it, she had to have it.
"Oh, don't stop!" she screamed. "I have to come! Please, please don't stop!"
Her stomach was glued to his by perspiration. She remained stretched out on
top of his bulkier form, bucking and squirming so wildly that he lost
interest in the sexual gymnastics of Susan and Ralph. He began to lunge back
mightily at the groaning, gasping girl above him. His finger played wildly in
her ass.
"Keep fucking!" he shouted. "Oh, wild, wild! You're a wild little bitch,
ain't you!"
She answered him by making several powerful clutching contractions around his
cock with her saturated vagina. She hissed fervently, and she knew her orgasm
was getting near.
Across the blanket, Jack and Vita had broken their sixty-nine. The
tan-skinned Vita had rolled onto the blanket and was now kissing Connie wetly
on the mouth as the latter went rigid and experienced another climax beneath
Linc who still seemed to be in control of the situation. Vita was wildly
massaging her clitoris.
Even in her insane state of arousal, Judy noticed that Jack and Vita had
separated. Since she hadn't heard Jack's familiar groan of orgasm, she
wondered why they had dissolved their sixty-nine. Then suddenly she knew.
Her hips were being tugged up. Jack had wedged his fingers between her body
and George's and was gripping her pelvic bone with his strong fingers.
She slowed her fucking momentarily, then found that she was too aroused to
curtail her twisting actions. George's cock was driving into her, inciting
her lust-maddened body to a state of absolute sexual bliss. Even as Jack
lifted her hips until her stomach was separated from George's by a full foot,
she kept churning around. Beneath her George arched off the floor, slamming
his tightly stretched erection hard into the quivering confines of her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she managed to gasp as she felt Jack's hand prying
George's finger out of her rectum. The digit slipped from the elastic
passage, and she felt a cooling emptiness. She tightened her buttocks,
wanting desperately to have something plugged into the hot, convulsing
passage of her ass. While still twisting about crazily, savoring the feel of
George's thick, fucking cock, she removed one hand from his shoulder and
reached behind her. Her fingers crept across her buttocks into the deep
separating valley. But when she touched near her anal opening, Jack gently,
but sternly, pushed her hand aside.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped loudly.
Beneath her a smug George supplied the answer.
"He's going to fuck your cherry ass, that's what! And you're going to love
it!"
It was true, her ass was virgin. Often it had been invaded by a boy's
deep-thrust finger during copulation, and frequently she drove her own finger
up her ass while masturbating. But it had never been fucked, and the thought
that her usually gentle Jack was about to jam his big erection into her
rectum was too much. Her mind spun out of control with a mixture of fear and
eagerness.
"Yeah," she heard herself choke excitedly. "Yeah, Jack, I want it! Fuck me,
fuck my ass!"
She twisted even more aggressively on George, and the boy grunted heatedly as
he surged up at her flooded cunt. So much juice was pouring from her vagina
that Judy could feel a great sticky mass of it running down her open thighs.
Suddenly she was aware of another wetness. Without slowing her pace, she
turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Jack held a bottle of lotion
in one hand and was spreading the gummy cream around her anus with the other.
The cool contact of the lotion with her sensitive ass made her cry out
harshly.
George fucked up at her furiously, his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading
them wide while Jack applied the lubricant.
She was going to come, but she didn't want to. Not yet. Not until her boy
friend's cock was imbedded in her anus.
Things began to happen so suddenly that her mind couldn't keep up with it
all. Jack's fingers played around in the tight opening of her ass, stretching
her entrance, rubbing the lotion around the orifice. Then, while she bucked
down insanely upon George, Jack was up above her, his hands on her elbows to
steady himself. She felt his stomach flush against the top of her buttocks,
his penis brushing back and forth in her anal canyon. Then he removed one
hand from her elbow and she felt him guiding his cock against her puckered,
tight anus.
She cried out in fear.
For a short moment she ceased all movement, but then she felt unable to
restrain herself, and she squirmed and twisted more wildly than ever. While
George held her ass cheeks wide open, Jack made the penetration. The blunt
end of his erect cock pushed her flesh inward. Even with the abundance of
lotion, the entrance was difficult.
"Uunngghh!" Judy wailed as the first quarter-inch of her boy friend's penis
entered her tight ass.
Jack leaned over her and breathed hotly on her neck. Then he kissed her
shoulder lightly, a kiss meant to assure her that everything was going to be
all right. And she felt less afraid. She trusted him.
George was nearly ready to ejaculate. She could tell by looking into his
glazed-over eyes and hearing the way he was wheezing and bellowing his breath
up at her. He was no longer disciplined in his movements. His lunges had
become untimed and choppy as he struggled to climax. It didn't matter to
Judy. She realized that her movements were just as frantic and uncontrolled.
That was what fucking was supposed to be, and it was beautiful.
"Ah, no!" she shouted as Jack's cock sank a full inch into her ravished
rectum. The pain was searing, her anus stretched out beyond its intended
limits.
He stopped his intrusion, leaving his cock imbedded in her by scarcely more
than an inch. She stopped completely in her gyrations, but her cunt still
made voluntary contractions around George's penis.
Jack's lips were near her ear and she could hear his heavy, unsteady
breathing as he began to lose control of himself. All at once he gasped,
"It's all right, Judy, it won't hurt for long!" And with a deep groan of pure
lust, he thrust his pelvis at her.
"Ahhh!" she cried as she felt the walls of her tunnel splitting apart. His
cock was going deep, deeper, and tears of pain came instantly to her eyes as
his staff forced its unwelcome way into her virgin asshole. "No, no, no!" she
wailed, but it was too late.
His phallus was jammed all the way in, the pain shooting in hot-cold flashes
up her spine.
"Don't move," she whimpered. "Don't move, please."
And he didn't, but beneath her George seemed to have less pity. He continued
his wild pumping, fucking her quaking, nearly climaxing cunt more vigorously
than ever.
"Oooo! Oh, no!" she sobbed as the intense pain still throbbed throughout her
abused rectum.
At the same time, Susan groaned in pained ecstasy as Ralph rammed through her
hymen. Susan's hot cry sent shivers of lust raging through Judy. Judy
remembered how it had been when she herself had surrendered her virginity -
that hot, angry pain, the diminishing agony replaced quickly by rampant
desire. It had been so lovely. And there, not two feet away from her, Susan
was experiencing it at this very instant. And over on the blanket Connie was
still engaged in a long, hard fuck that had already brought her four orgasms,
and Vita was hotly sucking Con's breast while Linc panted above. Everything
was so sexy.
Jack's aggressive thrust into Judy's virgin ass had sent her back down upon
George. Jack had caught himself on both outstretched arms and now rested half
of his weight upon Judy. She felt utterly helpless and surrounded as she was
sandwiched between the two sweating young males. Crushed as she was, she
found breathing difficult, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the
absolute, undeniable fact that she was about to come.
Slowly, with measured caution, Jack began to make rhythmic strokes with his
penis. Her ass still ached, but the pain had lessened. Her anus contracted
again and again around his cock in an effort to expel the invading staff, but
gradually these contractions lessened, too. Soon the cock was sliding easily,
the lotion having provided ample lubrication. Then a new, more intense
feeling began to build within her. Judy could only whimper as the thrill of
her dual fucking sent her mind reeling crazily.
"Fuck me, both of you!" she shouted.
Jack increased his pace, drawing his cock out two inches, and then slamming
it back again. He repeated this over and over, his balls slamming against her
juicy outer cunt where George's cock was inserted. George and Jack were both
grunting fitfully. Neither could hold out for long, particularly Jack who had
been sucked just short of ejaculation by Vita and who now was being held
tightly by his girl's never-fucked rectum. Judy's whimpering became loud and
feverish. She was going to come - one more stroke, one more.
Her attention was drawn to Susan who suddenly cried, "Yes, come inside me!"
and went completely rigid, her heels drumming into the hardwood floor, her
buttocks squirming down into the pillow as Ralph unloaded.
Susan was wild. Her head was rolling around as if it weren't attached to her
neck. Her thigh muscles were bulged out, the cords in her neck were prominent.
Ralph jerked mightily as he groaned and pumped his seed into the no longer
virgin girl. His expert technique had been more than Susan had expected, and
now she panted and strained without a trace of sanity.
Beneath Judy, George was coming. He let out a deep grunt and stiffened as his
cock swelled and shot his sperm up into the girl's vagina. The slamming semen
triggered Judy's climax, and she shouted, "Now, now, now!" and reached across
to Susan. She grabbed Susan's hand and squeezed tightly, and the squeeze was
returned. While the two girls came together, hands locked, a woman-to-woman
bond was formed between them.
"Oh, God!" Susan cried. "It's still happening! I'm still... coming! Oh, oh,
oh!"
Judy felt the novel sensation of Jack's sperm jetting into her rectum.
George was still spouting the last of his semen into her cunt, her own climax
making her entire body shudder. Jack's juices overflowed her rectum and
poured along her thighs, joining with George's gushing out of her vagina. She
kept coming, and Susan kept coming, and Ralph and George and Jack.
A boisterous male sigh told her that, on the blanket, Linc was finally
ejaculating into Con's vagina, and Con was coming again. Vita, still sucking
Con's breast, had fingered herself to her own orgasm and was squirming around
all over the blanket. Everyone was coming at once. Everyone's lust had been
ignited by everyone else's. And it was beautiful, Judy thought, beautiful.
She was actually sobbing out her joy as finally the spurting cocks in her
cunt and rectum calmed and began to shrink slowly.
* * *
The whole night was wild and wonderful. It was beautiful for Judy to see how
hotly Susan responded to Linc and Jack and George after having been a virgin
only hours before. It was beautiful for Judy to have fucked Ralph and Line.
Connie had kissed her vagina until she had come, and that had been beautiful.
All the twosomes and threesome and foursomes were beautiful. Sex was
beautiful and natural, and Judy wondered why some people thought it was dirty
and perverted. While sitting with her friends late that night, smoking pot
and recuperating from the wild hours of steady sex, Judy thought of her
mother. If only there were some way to make Mom less uptight. Her father's
brush with the law was really turning Arlene French into a pathetic human
being, and Judy wanted to do something about it. Why couldn't Arlene become
turned on to life and to sex and to beauty the way her daughter was? Judy
tried to picture her puritanical mother in bed with a man other than her
father. The concept seemed shocking, yet ...
Judy passed the joint to Jack who sat naked beside her. She giggled out loud.
A wicked, monstrous, devious, but beautiful plan was forming in her sweet
little head!
It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.
Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene
answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head
begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face.
She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from
his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance
hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were
coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the
police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast
downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a
single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing,
his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched
incredulously as their father left.
* * *
Judy stretched her legs out on the floorboard of the old Ford convertible.
She threw her head back happily. The top was down, and even though the April
night air was a little chilly she felt warm. She sat in the middle of the
seat, her boy friend Jack by her side alternating his attention between her
and his driving. She felt carefree. The past two days had been unbearable.
Her father had been freed on bail almost immediately, but his presence around
the house had not been pleasant. A deadly gloom seemed to pervade the
household, making all but the most essential of speech taboo. Her father had
been fired, and the family's financial situation was in doubt. At school,
Judy's friends had been tactful enough not to mention Hal French's arrest -
but they all knew about it. There was a time when her world would have been
shattered by this unexpected nightmare - a time when she looked upon her
father as the only man in her life. But during the past years Judy had
discovered a new side of herself, a carefree, guiltless, happy, hedonistic
side of her personality which conflicted with her parents' middle class
values. It was for this reason that she found the trauma of her father's
arrest tolerable. She knew her brother shared her feelings - that he, too,
knew better than to feel personally degraded by their father's predicament.
It was her mother, though, that caused Judy the most worry. Arlene was
walking around the house like a zombie. Her eyes had been puffy from crying
for two solid days. Judy wondered what could be done. If only her mother
wasn't so wrapped up in her phony pretense of respectability. Didn't she
realize that there were other things in life besides family pride?
Judy kissed Jack on the cheek and turned on the radio.
The stores and houses seemed to be spaced progressively farther apart as they
journeyed from the city. Soon they were on the highway which led to Scotch
Lake where Ralph's parents owned a cabin. His parents were unaware that their
son, a girl and three other couples were going to use the cabin for an
all-night party.
Judy smiled devilishly as she remembered the party she had attended last
month at the same cabin. There had been just three couples that time - Ralph
and her brother Bill with their girl friends, Jack and herself. For six
people they sure had done a lot of balling, she recalled. It had been one of
the wildest nights she'd ever known. She had come with Jack and ended up
spending most of the hours locked in a small bedroom with Ralph. She smiled
now as she thought about how her mother was always hinting that Ralph would
make such a nice boy friend for her because he was such a fine shy kid. Mom
sure was naive! Still thinking about last month's party, she remembered
staring in fascination while her brother fucked Ralph's girl. It had been
terribly exciting for her, and she regretted that Bill wouldn't be there
tonight. It promised to be a wild party - even wilder than the last one, she
speculated.
Her lustful memories were turning her on. She scooted closer to Jack so her
shoulder was snug against his. Her pulse was racing and moisture was
gathering stickily in the crotch of her panties. She guided her hand to
Jack's thigh and began to slowly caress his trouser leg as he drove toward
Scotch Lake.
Jack's cock had been erect almost from the first minute Judy had got into the
car next to him and its throbbing stiffness surged against the restraining
fabric of his trousers. His driving became erratic and the car drifted
slightly. He was forced to slow down for reasons of safety.
Judy used her hand cleverly, creeping up his pants, circling his groin,
walking her fingers across his lower stomach. She never once touched the
bulge of his penis, but she still managed to start him squirming around on
his buttocks, panting.
She loved to arouse a boy that way; it gave her a sense of power.
The drive to the cabin was only about five miles, but by the time they
arrived, both were excessively aroused. During the last two miles, Judy had
unsnapped her slacks so Jack had been able to slip his fingers inside to feel
her mound through her rapidly moistening panties. Her caresses had become
more aggressive, too. When they pulled in front of the cabin, Judy's hand was
inside his pants, her fingers warm against the taut pulsating flesh of his
penis. Her hand had been working vigorously, causing Jack to slump low in the
seat and gasp loudly while struggling to keep the car on the road. Once
parked, they quickly disengaged their hands from each other's crotches. Judy
zipped up her slacks and smoothed the rumpled material of her blouse which
had become bunched around her stomach. Jack's erection still pushed
forcefully against the front of his pants as he and Judy got out of the car.
They were walking the short distance between the car and the cabin when Judy
stopped short.
"Wow, look at that!" she exclaimed, giggling wantonly and nodding toward a
car parked some twenty yards away. In the back seat, two silhouetted figures
were entwined, rocking back and forth vigorously. Judy recognized the car -
Ralph's. It was his girl friend Vita, she assumed, whose legs were stretched
upward, heels locked on the ledge of the open rear window. The speed of
Ralph's buttocks rising up and down indicated the couple was at the most
heated stage of intercourse.
Judy felt Jack behind her. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and
hugged her back against him as he, too, stared at the erotic sight. His
erection surged against her, pushing at the lower part of her back.
As her eyes focused more steadily on the fucking pair, Judy felt her warm
juices seep through her panties and creep along her inner thighs. She'd been
thinking about the party all day, getting hornier and hornier as the hours
went by. If someone didn't fuck her pretty soon, she was going to go out of
her little mind. Jack was welded to her from behind, and his presence there
did nothing to still her rampaging lust. Suddenly she wheeled around,
breaking his grip on her shoulders.
With sex-maddened eyes gleaming in the faint light of the moon, she groaned,
stood on her tiptoes, and threw her head back to present her soft lips up to
him. The tall youth bowed his head and their lips joined, tongues briskly
licking into each other's mouth. She reached up and entwined her arms around
his slim neck. She could feel the tip of his upthrust penis against her
belly, and the contact sent an earthquake of longing through her body. Their
kiss continued for several minutes, growing wetter, more wanton, more active.
Her own breath came in harsh gasps, harmonizing with Jack's labored breathing
- and the sound of Vita's passionate murmurs from the back seat of Ralph's
car added to Judy's sense of total lustfulness.
She pulled her mouth from his and said, "I can't wait much longer! I don't
know what's wrong with me, I'm just so awful horny tonight!"
She could see the lust gleaming in Jack's eyes. The feel of his tall, thin,
athletic body against hers was turning her on fast and she felt like fucking
him right there on the ground among the leaves and pine needles. Instead, she
took Jack's hand in hers and started toward the porch. They passed within a
few feet of Ralph's car, and the sight of the copulating couple was much more
graphic from this distance. Judy stared right into the back seat of the car
as she passed, and she saw Jack was doing the same. Unconsciously her pace
slowed so she could have more time to take in the frantic action. Ralph's
white ass was squirming around, his buttocks clenching as he drove again and
again into the wildly gyrating Vita. His pants were down around his thighs,
his shirt unbuttoned as Vita ran her hands hotly across his heaving chest.
He's only sixteen and already he's got as much hair on his chest as Father!
Judy thought excitedly, remembering how his hairy chest had tickled her erect
nipples the last time they had fucked. Vita was squealing insanely now, her
bare feet sticking straight out the window, toes clenched and pointing at
Judy. The sight was too much for Judy, and she headed for the cabin, tugging
Jack behind her.
The only light inside radiated from a fireplace in a far corner of the main
room where several logs were burning brightly. Lying on their stomachs side
by side facing the fire, a blanket beneath them, were Connie and Linc. They
were dressed and unrumpled. Even though they had been alone in the cabin,
they were not in the midst of any sexual foreplay. Their voices were low and
serious, and Judy realized they were talking philosophy, as usual. They were
an intellectual pair, and it often seemed they didn't fit in with the rest of
the gang - yet they were two of the most likeable seniors at Washington High.
Sometimes Judy thought that Connie would rather discuss Plato than screw, but
once Connie got turned on, she really got turned on and it took a lot of sex
to cool her off. Judy knew from experience that Linc was an able stud once he
got sexually aroused.
The two on the blanket turned and uttered brief, friendly hellos. Then they
returned to their conversation, ignoring the new arrivals who made their way
into the only bedroom. Jack closed the door, and they were alone in the dark
room. They stood kissing passionately. Then, as if by secret signal, they
made their way arm in arm toward the bed. They sat on the edge and kissed
again, this time holding the embrace for a long while, their tongues making
frantic circles inside each other's mouth.
"Want to get undressed?" Jack asked when the kiss was broken.
"Yeah!" Judy responded in a throaty whisper. "Oh, yeah, baby, do I ever want
to get undressed!" The thought of his nude flesh against hers sent waves of
insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her palm cupping the bulge
of his penis through his pants. Then her hand went quickly up to his belt,
undoing it. She considered undressing him, peeling away his clothing bit by
bit in a slow, teasing manner like she had so many times in the past. But she
was too hot, her panties already like tissue glued soggily against her
quivering vagina. Her hand came back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed
briefly between her thighs, and she smiled a little as she felt how her
juices had leaked through her slacks to form a warm circle around her crotch.
She began to unbutton her blouse with one hand while freeing the snap of her
slacks with the other. She kicked off her sandals, then stood and worked her
pants and undies down over her young hips. It was too dark to see much, and
Jack could barely make out her silhouette. But even that was exciting to him
- the outline of her nude hips and thighs, her blouse hanging open, no bra
beneath, her slacks and panties bunched at her feet. He stood and began
stripping frantically. Judy watched him, finding his haste thrilling; the mad
way he was stepping out of his pants excited her. He practically ripped his
shirt off.
They were both naked.
They melted together, their mouths fusing. Judy stretched up on her tiptoes,
her head tilted, Jack's tongue firm and aggressive inside her lips. Oozing
from the head of his erection was an abundance of sticky liquid. His seminal
fluids clung to her belly as his cock was sandwiched between their heated
bodies. She squirmed against him as the kiss continued. Her tits were crushed
against his lower chest, nipples hardened and throbbing savagely. She groaned
into his mouth like a woman ready to come at any second. She felt it all
gathering within her, a great storm of excitement, a furious raging river of
passion. Her toes clenched against the hardwood floor. She pressed her body
still more forcefully against his until the pressure was delightful and
agonizing at the same time. Their kiss became combative - a miniwar fought
with nibbling teeth and thrusting tongues. She tightened her lips and began
to suck hard, causing Jack's tongue to plunge deep into her mouth, almost to
her throat. No gentleness left in him now, both his hands pulled viciously at
the back of her head. She couldn't stand it any more. She was too hot.
Somehow she managed to free her lips from his and turn her head to one side.
Hotly she whispered in his ear, "Let's get on the bed now, I've got to
..."
"Got to what?" he teased.
Long ago she had learned how Jack liked to hear crude words and phrases
uttered from her trembling young lips. She didn't mind; it excited her, too.
What could be more exciting while fucking than to speak honestly and
passionately from the soul of your sexual being?
She spread her legs a little wider and licked his earlobe, making him squirm
and rub his penis against her stomach. She whispered, "I've got to get
fucked! You've got to fuck me, Jack, or else I'll die! I'm so hot it's
running down my legs! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!"
Her voice was gaspy and uneven. They crashed to the bed together, the old
mattress acting like a trampoline beneath them, causing them to bounce nearly
off its surface. Jack ended up flat on his back sideways across the bed, his
feet hanging over one side, while Judy straddled him, her legs doubled under
and her knees at the sides of his hips. His erection was grazing her wet
cunt, and she wasted no time reaching for the hard cock. She guided the long,
slender erection into the opening of her vagina and immediately began to
circle her hips, until the staff was imbedded all the way into her tight
young channel. She sat still momentarily, savoring the feel of his penis. She
squeezed it with her muscular cunt. Then she hissed loudly, her lips parted,
and started a feverish up and down tempo.
"Jack!" she cried. "Oh, Jack, it's so fucking good!"
She could see the outline of his face, his lips widely parted, great gusts of
breath heaving out of him from his straining chest. Now and then his eyes
reflected what little light there was in the room, and Judy knew his hot gaze
was fixed on her wildly pumping hips. Her own eyes were wet with lust, glazed
over and pleading, and she wondered whether Jack could see the same aroused
sparkle in her stare that she saw in his.
Her fluids filled her cunt, causing less and less friction as his cock
plummeted into the depths of her pulsating vagina.
"Jack, I'm going to come right away - right away, baby, I'm so hot!" Her
voice was an outpouring of alternate high and low tones, garbled sounds and
sobbed syllables. She felt a powerful orgasm welling up within her.
She sat down heavily on his hips and the feel of his throbbing cock, shoved
up her cunt as far as it would go, sent her mind spinning in erotic delirium.
"Aaaa!" Jack groaned as Judy began to move her hips in an increased circular
tempo. "Judy, don't stop!"
She had him crazy for it now, and that knowledge - the knowledge that she was
driving him insane with her wild whorelike motions - made her
incomprehensibly hot. She had such power. She could slow her pace and make
him plead. She could jerk her groin around furiously for thirty seconds and
make him shoot his load of scorching sperm right into her dripping cunt.
Beneath her was well over six feet of muscular male animal, and she could
control it. Sex seemed so glorious to her. Two people dependent on each other
to achieve the single most rewarding experience in life. Sex was beautiful -
and right.
Her hands moved to her breasts, her palms rubbing briskly across her hard
young nipples. The buds were alive with sensual ticklish delight, sending
waves of arousal all across her body. Her whole being seemed sexually
ignited. Every part of her seemed to tingle with sexual awareness. She felt
like she had never been so hot - and yet she knew better. Every time she
fucked, she felt hotter than she had ever been before. That was the beauty of
fucking.
Jack reached up and placed his hands atop Judy's. He rode the backs of her
hands, feeling her tease and fondle her pretty young breasts. He tightened
his thighs, arching his hips upward and lifting the twisting girl with him.
Her juices leaked from her cunt to the base of his erection, puddling there,
acting as a glue which united their wet and tangled pubic hair.
There was no up and down rhythm now. Jack kept his hips arched high, and Judy
ground down against him as hard as she could. Each of them felt a thundering
climax approaching. All movement was stopped. Jack let out a deep, loud
animal groan as he felt the sperm boiling in his testicles. Judy held her
breath, then hissed violently. Jitterish jerks began in her thighs and belly
and spread.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh ... oh ... oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, Jack, it's
happening right now! I'm coming! Aaahhhh!"
She tore her hands out from under his and pressed them against his sparsely
haired chest. She leaned down, supporting her weight against him with her
outstretched arms. Like an enraged mare, she threw her head back and bellowed
her lust toward the ceiling. Jack's body was rigid. Only his feet and
shoulders anchored him to the bed. Judy's knees were no longer on the
mattress; she was being lifted up, way up. Her cunt was contracting, great
clutching spasms one after another. Her buttocks tightened and loosened in
time with her orgasm.
"Shoot it into me!" she begged, and just then he did.
The first jet of hot sperm left his balls and shivered up the length of his
staff. It hurled forcefully from the split in the tip of his cock and slammed
against the quivering insides of her climaxing cunt.
"It's coming out!" he blustered. "Want me to pull it out of you? Want me ...
shit, it's too late! Fuck, oh, fuck, I've got to give it all to you!"
Jack's cry sent new thrills to Judy's brain as her climax continued.
Sometimes she and Jack had broken their connection at the moment of his
ejaculation, and he had come all over her breasts and belly. They had done
that to avoid the chance of pregnancy. She realized now, though, that her boy
friend couldn't withdraw even if he wanted to. And it didn't matter. The time
of the month was right for her - no chance of conceiving. Not that she would
have let him pull it out, anyway. Her orgasm was too intense.
"God, I'm still coming!" she shouted, not remembering the last time an orgasm
had lasted so long.
There was a momentary pause between the first hot blast of Jack's semen into
her vagina and the next shot. He still kept his hips up high, straining in
blissful agony as the next cannonball of jism fired from his tautly drawn
balls. His feet pushed down on the side of the mattress, his curled toes
dangling over the edge. The second fiery blast of sperm jetted from his cock,
joining the sticky pool of secretions already in her cunt. The third and
following spasms came more rapidly from his penis, flooding Judy until the
sperm poured like a river from her vagina, along the upper parts of her
thighs, and dripped to the blanket.
As if by some mysterious mutual signal, they both abandoned their frozen
positions. They began to gyrate intensely, Jack falling back to the mattress,
Judy jerking and twisting madly like a spineless puppet. She threw herself
flat on top of him, her breasts bulging and smashed into his chest, her legs
stiff above his, her toes scratching across his shins. He lifted his head to
her, turning it sideways to find her mouth. Her tongue was dancing wildly
between his teeth as she twisted her pelvis frantically against him, sapping
the last of his sperm and feeling the final tremors of her own orgasm ripple
in her belly.
He grabbed her ass tightly in both hands and pulled her down harder against
him while spearing up at her with his still-spouting erection. They kissed
and groaned and fucked until the terminal convulsions ebbed. Then they lay
glued together with sweat and sex juices until they finally rolled apart.
"I'm so tired, Jack, so tired!" Judy whispered happily as she began dressing.
"Not too tired, I hope! The party's just starting!"
She smiled, a wickedly satisfied smile that went unseen by Jack because of
the darkness. "You don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'll be ready
for more fun when the time comes!"
It wasn't just the sex that made her feel wonderful. There was something
overwhelmingly exciting about fucking - but, then, everyone knew that. It
was more than the fucking, though, that turned her on. It was the whole scene
- everyone balling without anyone being exploited, nobody uptight, no one
feeling ashamed and dirty. It was so obviously beautiful that she wondered
why there were so many people in this world, people like her own mother, who
couldn't see how fabulous sex was.
* * *
As soon as Jack and Judy had left the bedroom, they discovered that a
squabble of sorts was in progress. Ralph and Vita were in the cabin now,
standing with Connie and Linc by the fireplace. The four of them were in a
line with their backs toward the fire. Facing them, waving his hands irately
as he spoke, was George Benson, a physically well-developed but mentally
immature youth who had been invited to the party for one reason only: to
furnish the marijuana. Usually grass was easy to come by. But several of the
group's pot-supplying friends had left the city recently. For the time
being, George was their only contact.
"A virgin!" Connie exclaimed, lifting her oversize thin-rimmed glasses to
stare cutely at George. "This isn't the kind of scene to bring a virgin to -
you know that!"
"Yeah, you were supposed to bring Bobbie," Ralph reminded him.
"Bobbie's old lady is sick, so she had to stay home," George said flatly. He
obviously felt ill-at-ease, and he shuffled his feet nervously. He scratched
his head several times, messing his long, disorderly hair even more. He made
a deliberate point of looking no one in the eye.
"You're a fucked-up kid, you know that!" Connie said, shaking her head in
disapproval and bewilderment.
Line leaned over and elbowed her gently in the ribs as if to say: Easy, baby,
this dude's got the grass!
George's mouth fell open. His expression became shocked, then defensive, them
embarrassed. His eyes mirrored the hurt he felt at the unexpected rejection
coming from a girl he had considered a friend.
Judy clutched Jack's hand tighter. She felt sorry for George. George was a
fucked-up kid, but he was a human being with feelings, and Judy disliked the
way Connie had addressed him. She clung to Jack's hand as the scene before
them unfolded. There was a long silence, George staring at the others and
those four looking right back at him. Connie glared defiantly, taking on the
appearance of intellectual superiority. Linc was expressionless. Ralph and
Vita had their arms around each other's waist. Their clothing and hair were
disheveled. Both were flushed, evidencing the wild fuck they had just had in
the car outside the cabin.
George was fighting back tears when he finally whined, "Well, do you want me
to bring her in or not? You don't have to act no different just 'cause she's
cherry! She ain't a prude!"
"You bring the grass?" Linc asked.
George nodded.
"Okay," Connie said more softly. She stepped forward and touched George
affectionately on the cheek. It was a sincere gesture, because she was
obviously feeling a little ashamed of her earlier hostility. Hostility did
not become her philosophy of love and, like all the others in the group, she
considered herself a loving person. "Bring your virgin inside, George. This
might be interesting."
Jack and Judy looked at each other and smiled uneasily.
Susan was the virgin's name. She was a pretty blonde who didn't act at all
timid. When Connie and Linc stripped in the center of the main room, everyone
was watching Susan, expecting to see her show signs of shock. But she merely
leaned against a wall, her eyes riveted to the couple as they disrobed. Just
as George had said, Susan was no prude. She was a sophomore who simply hadn't
had the opportunity to shed her virginity under circumstances which she felt
were appropriate. This gathering of eight young people in a cabin, all of
them frank and open about sex, was just the situation in which she had always
dreamed of surrendering her virginity. When Connie lowered her nude body to a
blanket in front of the fireplace and the naked Linc descended upon her with
a gigantic erection in his hand, Susan realized that she was being watched by
those around her. George was watching, and Jack and Judy and Vita and Ralph.
What did they expect her to do? Go screaming from the cabin? Did they think
every virgin was a reluctant prig who had to be raped that first time? Susan
was eager to experience her first act of intercourse. The sight of Linc
rubbing the head of his penis in the wet hairy slit between Connie's long
legs made her own passion boil within her. It had been fifteen minutes since
she'd sat in the car outside with George, welcoming his crude but impassioned
advances upon her almost fifteen-year-old body. He had kissed her savagely
and rubbed her tits and worked his hand up under her miniskirt, and she still
felt the heat of sexual longing throughout her body. She watched as the lean,
handsome Linc steered his erection into the opening of Connie's vagina.
"Aaahh!" Connie moaned as Linc's cock slid into her passion-drenched orifice.
She threw her hands against his shoulders to brace herself as he lowered
himself toward her. She spread her legs wide, feet flat on the blanket, knees
pointed upward. She made brisk, involuntary sweeps with her tongue around her
lips as Line's cock worked deeper and deeper into her saturated vagina. He
hovered over her, supporting himself with his arms above and to each side of
her head. His hair, longer than hers, cascaded down to tickle her forehead,
his blond hair tangling with her jet-black tresses. Line sunk his groin
between the open thighs of the mindless girl, his cock sinking into the
churning warm depths of her vagina. Connie was so hot for it that she began
to jibber, crazy insane sounds pouring from her mouth, exciting her young
lover as well as the other six people in the room who were watching. Her
belly began to flutter. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, gliding down
along his back to his ass where she grabbed his flexed buttocks and drew him
closer against her.
Without anyone giving a signal or saying a word, the six young voyeurs
gathered around the blanket where Connie and Line were fucking. First Ralph
and Vita fell to their knees at the blanket's edge. From a distance of about
two feet, they glared with obvious erotic interest as the couple began to
twist and strain in an initial effort to establish a fucking rhythm. Vita
threw her arm around Ralph's waist and leaned against his strong young
shoulder. She was perspiring, her thin blouse clinging to her skin, her
clothing rumpled badly from her earlier act of intercourse in the back seat
of Ralph's car.
As if drawn toward the blanket by hypnotic command, Judy stepped trancelike
across the room, pulling Jack along behind her. They reached the blanket and
slowly fell to their knees directly across from where Vita and Ralph knelt.
Judy's eyes feasted on the writhing, perspiring forms of the copulating Line
and Connie. The flaring, unsteady light cast upon the couple by the fire made
the sight seem even more erotic than it would have been had the light been
constant and brighter. The shadows crawling across the fucking couple, the
fingers of gold firelight, seemed somehow to dance in time to their now
leisurely strokes. But the motions wouldn't remain cautious for long.
Everyone in the room sensed that Connie and Line were on the verge of losing
control, that any second they would give up their teasing, tentative
movements and start making wild, abandoned sexual lunges.
Judy noticed that George was now kneeling at the head of the blanket, and at
the lower end, where Linc's and Connie's feet were planted, knelt the virgin
Susan. All six of the onlookers virtually held their breath as the two on the
blanket continued to make slow circles with their glued-together pelvises.
Everyone knew it was going to happen any time now. Explosive, animal,
frenzied sex. At any second there would be a thunderous surge of activity.
The young voyeurs were eager and apprehensive.
Judy gurgled in spite of her efforts to kneel quietly as she watched. Her
panties were flooded, not just with Jack's spent seed, but with a renewed
flow of her own lubricants. It was so thrilling to watch. Her eyes focused on
Connie's face. The girl's large-lensed funky-looking glasses were falling
across her forehead exposing her eyes which were glazed over with mad lust.
Her mouth was twisted, her firm pink tongue licking frantically across her
lips as if she were practicing fellatio on an imaginary cock.
Judy groaned again. She couldn't help herself. Her own tongue licked across
her lips in a manner just as feverish as the girl on the blanket.
Jack was breathing heavily now. The couple kneeling on the opposite side of
the blanket was becoming restless, too. Ralph was working one hand playfully
up and down Vita's thigh, and she was reciprocating by letting her palm cup
the bulge where his erection thrust against the front of his pants. At the
head of the blanket, George was almost wheezing as he watched Connie squirm
more heatedly while working her cunt up around Linc's implanted erection. At
the other end of the blanket, George's virgin girl friend was going out of
her head with lustful longing. It was the first time she'd ever seen two
people fucking, and she couldn't restrain her own hand from making soft
contact with her inner thighs up above the hem of her miniskirt.
Judy shifted her gaze from the slowly copulating pair on the blanket to the
virgin. Susan was really turned on, Judy knew. The girl's young, firm breasts
bulged against her flimsy blouse, surging and retreating as she breathed
laboriously. She's so hot! Judy thought. Just the way I was the first time I
watched two people making it! I'll bet her panties are really hot! I'll bet
she's dying to get fucked! Suddenly Judy realized that the girl was staring
back at her. Their eyes met and they smiled warmly, a silent affirmation that
they were both women and they both knew exactly what sexual feelings the
sight of the couple on the blanket was arousing in their respective young
bodies.
Suddenly Connie cried, "Oh, God, fuck me hard!" Her voice was hoarse and
desperate. Her eyes were coated with a thin film of temporary lust-inspired
insanity. She was bucking up at Linc, and suddenly her movements were crazy
and abandoned, and the force of her sexual feeling was transmitted to
everyone gathered around the blanket.
Everything exploded.
Linc frantically began to raise his hips and slam himself into Connie's
sopped hungry cunt. The brisk, rapid smacking sound as their bodies collided
was an erotic spur to the other six people. Judy began to strip,
unconsciously aware that everyone around her was doing the same. Clothes
were flying in all directions - shirts and blouses and pants and skirts and
shoes and panties and underwear. On the blanket, Connie and Linc were fucking
like crazy.
"Watch me, everyone!" Connie screamed. "Watch me get fucked. Please!
Please, watch me!"
Connie's hot words served to incite the others in the room. Naked now, they
grouped around the blanket, male hands reaching for cunts and nipples, female
fingers beginning to touch stiff penises.
Judy felt someone grab her breasts from behind. She wheeled to throw herself
at whatever male was fondling her, only to find herself kneeling into and
french-kissing George. She didn't really like George. He was always making an
ass out of himself at school, striving to get attention. Maybe in a few years
he would mature socially and ... and ... Geez! she thought, feeling his cock
spear against her belly button. Geez, he's got a beautiful body - so big and
firm and I want him to fuck me! She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth.
She gasped, she ground against him, her hard nipples digging into his hairy
chest.
The sound of Connie getting fucked thrilled Judy. Con was always so high and
mighty with her Socrates and Plato. Hearing Con beg for it, groaning and
screaming like a mindless female animal, Judy felt a certain smugness sweep
over her. When it gets right down to it, Connie baby, Judy said to herself as
she dueled aggressively with George's probing tongue, you're just horny like
the rest of us!
Connie was babbling incoherently. Her hips were arched off the blanket, her
vagina frozen to Linc's well-oiled cock. They ground their groins tightly
together, and Con threw her arms over her head and waved them frantically.
"Yesss!" she wailed. "I'm coming already!"
Judy glanced over George's shoulder as she continued to kiss him. Susan was
on the hardwood floor near the foot of the blanket. She lay on her back with
her legs widely spread. Between her thighs was Ralph's head, his tongue
teasing her pink pouting cunt lips. Susan raised her feet off the floor and
locked her heels behind Ralph's neck, drawing his whole mouth flush against
her passion-soaked labia. Her head rolled from side to side, sending her
straight blonde hair flying about. Her mouth was twisted in a lewd grin, her
hands on her lower stomach, fingers straight out pulling her vagina open.
God, Judy thought, for a virgin that girl sure doesn't waste any time!
Across the blanket from where she and George were kneeling and kissing, Judy
saw her boy friend Jack being expertly mouthed by pretty, short-haired,
athletic-looking Vita, whose tongue made swift circles around the crown of
his penis, her lips sucking at the foreskin as she knelt between his thighs.
A series of hot murmurs crept from her throat as she sucked avidly on the
groaning, squirming Jack's upthrust penis.
Still kissing George hotly, Judy fastened her eyes upon the strenuously
copulating pair on the blanket. Connie was howling shrilly with each thrust
of her boy friend's huge cock into her cunt. She bucked up at him like a wild
whore, her belly tightening and untightening spastically as she experienced
the last crests of her orgasm. Her heels hammered brutally into the rough
wool blanket, her arms stretched above her head, her hands made into tight
fists of passion. Linc managed to maintain control through Con's hot,
straining climax, and as her convulsions ended, he increased the tempo of his
fucking, secure in the knowledge that he could bring her to many more orgasms
before he pumped his scalding sperm into her insatiable little cunt.
The sights, the smells, the sounds all around her made Judy crazy with lust.
She sucked hungrily on George's tongue. Everyone was so hot. Everyone was so
near to her, just a few feet away.
George mumbled into her mouth, "You're really hot to fuck, ain't you?"
Instead of answering, she returned his kiss more vehemently. She could feel
his seminal fluid spreading from the tip of his cock against her stomach. His
penis, sandwiched between his belly and hers, throbbed forcefully, making her
eager to have the erection deep inside her juicy vagina.
She grabbed the bottom of his buttocks in both hands and yanked upward. He
bellowed his displeasure as her fingernails raked his ass, but then she
lessened the pressure. Using only the palms of her hands now, Judy yanked up
on his ass. He got the idea. Slowly, in time with her insistent tugging, he
began to fuck his cock against her belly, up and down, spreading his gooey
emission around the area of her navel. While he continued this rhythm, she
withdrew her hands from his buttocks, placed one on each of his shoulders and
pushed him backwards. He yielded, throwing his arms behind him to catch his
weight as he sprawled to the floor. His legs unfolded and shot out straight,
his ass crashed loudly onto the floor. He was flat on his back with his
shoulders jerking harshly from the contact with the cold wood. But within a
few seconds, he became accustomed to the feel of the floor, and he lay there
submissively, gazing up at Judy who knelt between his legs.
She wasted no time. She leaned forward until her head was hovering over his
hard-on. Her lips opened. She lowered her head more, feeling the heat of his
erect penis as it neared her lips. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she
could and bowed down lower. She tried to take the end of his cock into her
mouth without having any of his flesh touch her. She succeeded at first,
surrounding the first two inches of his tight flesh and breathing hot,
tickling gusts of air onto it. The feel of Judy's warm breath against
George's tingling penis caused him to jerk. Judy's tongue was forced against
the burning skin at the crown of his cock, the salty taste of his semen
driving her mad. She closed her soft lips tightly around the quivering staff.
Her tongue went round and round and she began to slurp greedily.
"Yeah, oh, yeah! You sure know how to blow a guy!" George praised, swiveling
on his hips while pulling her head down farther against his cock with both
hands.
She almost choked as the full length of his penis was jammed to her throat,
but she managed to continue the sucking, working her tongue still faster.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I ain't never had my cock sucked so good!" George hollered.
What bothered Judy most about George's utterance was that it was more a cry
for attention than a cry of passion. He was plenty hot, and he was squirming
around so frantically that she expected him to shoot his load into her mouth
any second. Still, she knew what kind of a person he was, and she knew he was
getting a childish delight in yelling out so everyone else would look to see
that he was, indeed, getting his penis sucked. If Judy hadn't been so damned
turned on, she might have been angry. As it was, the feel of his cock thrust
deeply into her mouth was making her crazy with desire. She wanted to fuck -
fuck like she never had fucked before. All around her the sexual actions of
horny couples added to her runaway stimulation. She gurgled against George's
erection and hoped that he wouldn't squirt his load into her mouth. She
wanted to fuck him. Now. Maybe a good fuck would do this socially
ill-adjusted male a lot of good.
She gave the tip of his cock a final flick with her tongue. Then she withdrew
her mouth.
"Wh-whatsa matter?" George said in a complaining voice.
She crawled over him, her arms stretched down with one hand to each side of
his head, her knees resting at opposite sides of his hips. She gazed straight
down at his face, a bitchy smirk written across her lips. Her young breasts
dangled enticingly above him.
"Whatsa matter, yourself, Georgie!" she mocked, loud so everyone would hear.
"Don't you want to screw - or are you afraid I'm too much to handle."
Ralph, whose mouth was busy lapping at the virgin Susan's steaming cunt, let
out a happy snicker.
Feeling his young manhood had been unfairly questioned, George shot back,
"I'm gonna fuck you, Judy! I'm gonna fuck you good for saying that! I'm gonna
fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before!"
She bent down to kiss him, mumbling, "Promises, promises!"
She let her knees slide back so that her hips automatically lowered toward
George's straining penis. The tip of his cock brushed the top of her fluffy
pubic forest. She squirmed until the crown was touching the sloppy-wet slit
of her vagina. She kissed him madly while working her hips circularly so that
his cock excited her puffy flesh just below her clitoris.
She was aware of the action around her. On the blanket Connie was having
another orgasm, her legs lifted up and pointing straight out away from her
body, her stomach tense, a loud scream of pleasure beginning to trill from
her throat. Linc still kept his pace as he fucked the girl, still determined
to make it a long, pleasurable ride during which he intended to bring Connie
to as many climaxes as he could. Across the blanket from where Judy was
straddled over George's cock, Jack and Vita were still engaged in a
sixty-nine. Jack was grunting heatedly from on top as he thrust his cock
rapidly into Vita's receptive lips. Below, Vita was swept up in sexual
madness. Her hips jumped up again and again to meet Jack's tongue. She
twisted and strained as his lips washed the plane of her vagina, bathing her
hot cunt in saliva and making her erect clitoris throb with her every
heartbeat.
The sounds all around Judy were purely sexual and increasing in volume with
each passing minute. What most caught her attention as she rubbed her cunt
back and forth across the tip of George's swollen penis was the sight of
Susan and Ralph. The couple was only a few feet away from where Judy and
George lay, and Judy realized that she could reach out and touch the other
twosome if she wanted to. No longer was Ralph kissing Susan's vagina. Now he
had taken a pillow from a chair and wedged it beneath Susan's buttocks. He
was on hands and knees above her, ready to jam his abnormally large erection
into the sopped confines of her virgin pussy. Susan was willing and ready to
receive his cock. She was eagerly anticipating being fucked by the strong
manly body of the experienced Ralph. Her legs were stretched out wide apart,
making her vagina easily accessible. Ralph had one hand on top of his penis,
pushing the stiff organ down slightly to line it up with the babbling girl's
vaginal entrance. The hot, crazy sounds that were pouring now from Susan's
lips were louder than any others in the room. She was sex-crazed and
desperate. Her hands were locked behind Ralph's shoulders, pulling him toward
her. Her nipples pointed up erectly toward his chest. She twitched and
quivered, ripples of anticipation making her stomach bulge and retreat in
time with her labored breathing. If ever Judy had seen a girl more ready to
be fucked than Susan, she couldn't remember when.
The sight had Judy so hot she felt she was going to come any time. The soft,
circling contact of George's thick cock against the outer area of her cunt
was more than she could endure. With a long, tortured hiss, Judy used one
hand to guide the groaning youth's penis into her humid channel. She fell
down atop him, her whole body resting flat on his. The penis jammed all the
way into her in one easy thrust.
"Give it to me!" she whispered urgently in his ear. "I've got to have it now!
Please, please fuck me good!"
She gripped his shoulders and began to slide back and forth, their perspiring
flesh supplying a slick surface for Judy to slither. Her cunt began to
contract harshly, gripping his cock time after time as she struggled to
skewer herself more deeply than was possible. She felt his hands on her ass,
then his fingers curling around the sides of her buttocks. First his
fingertips were playing with the flowered-out lips of her pussy where his
penis was jammed into her. Then he danced his fingers the short distance to
her anus. Without any show of tenderness, he jabbed a finger all the way up
her rectum. She cried out, searing pain blinding her because of the
unexpected entry.
She stopped all movement, but George picked up the rhythm when she ceased her
fucking. He made short punches with his hips, screwing into her until the
pain diminished for her and she gleefully joined him in striving frantically
toward a climax.
"God! God, it's good!" she cried, not caring that her voice was piercingly
loud. She wanted everyone to hear just how hot she was. "Fuck, fuck! Move
your finger around in my ass! Yes! Fuck yes, baby!"
She sucked on George's tongue while she twisted her pelvis around like a
demented bitch. Her clit was pulsating like mad, rubbing around on his groin,
becoming more and more sensitive to the excruciating contact with his genital
hairs.
"Fuck, fuck!" she continued to rant. Her mind grew dizzy with lust.
She broke the kiss and gazed madly at the nearest couple, Susan and Ralph.
Ralph had inserted his cock into the virgin's cunt and was slowly feeding the
full length of it into her.
"Aaahhhh! No ... go slow!" Susan whined up at Ralph.
Sensing that he was hurting her, Ralph withdrew several inches, then pressed
into her again, more slowly.
Susan's pained cry alerted George. He twisted his head and saw that his
virgin girl friend was getting fucked.
"Stop!" he shouted. It was tormenting for him to see Ralph easing his cock
into the virgin he himself had hoped to fuck first. "Let me have her first!"
he groaned.
Ralph ignored George. He slipped his cock deeper into the ultra-tight passage
of Susan's never-before-fucked vagina. When Susan heard George's shout of
protest she had looked over at him, seen that he had his erection squarely
inserted into Judy's hot vagina, and turned her attention back to Ralph.
Judy, sensing that George was considering withdrawal of his penis so that he
could pull Ralph away from Susan, began to fuck more vigorously. As
obnoxious as she found George sometimes, she didn't want to quit fucking him
now. She needed him. She was within minutes of a shattering orgasm and she
couldn't deny it to herself. She craved it, she had to have it.
"Oh, don't stop!" she screamed. "I have to come! Please, please don't stop!"
Her stomach was glued to his by perspiration. She remained stretched out on
top of his bulkier form, bucking and squirming so wildly that he lost
interest in the sexual gymnastics of Susan and Ralph. He began to lunge back
mightily at the groaning, gasping girl above him. His finger played wildly in
her ass.
"Keep fucking!" he shouted. "Oh, wild, wild! You're a wild little bitch,
ain't you!"
She answered him by making several powerful clutching contractions around his
cock with her saturated vagina. She hissed fervently, and she knew her orgasm
was getting near.
Across the blanket, Jack and Vita had broken their sixty-nine. The
tan-skinned Vita had rolled onto the blanket and was now kissing Connie wetly
on the mouth as the latter went rigid and experienced another climax beneath
Linc who still seemed to be in control of the situation. Vita was wildly
massaging her clitoris.
Even in her insane state of arousal, Judy noticed that Jack and Vita had
separated. Since she hadn't heard Jack's familiar groan of orgasm, she
wondered why they had dissolved their sixty-nine. Then suddenly she knew.
Her hips were being tugged up. Jack had wedged his fingers between her body
and George's and was gripping her pelvic bone with his strong fingers.
She slowed her fucking momentarily, then found that she was too aroused to
curtail her twisting actions. George's cock was driving into her, inciting
her lust-maddened body to a state of absolute sexual bliss. Even as Jack
lifted her hips until her stomach was separated from George's by a full foot,
she kept churning around. Beneath her George arched off the floor, slamming
his tightly stretched erection hard into the quivering confines of her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she managed to gasp as she felt Jack's hand prying
George's finger out of her rectum. The digit slipped from the elastic
passage, and she felt a cooling emptiness. She tightened her buttocks,
wanting desperately to have something plugged into the hot, convulsing
passage of her ass. While still twisting about crazily, savoring the feel of
George's thick, fucking cock, she removed one hand from his shoulder and
reached behind her. Her fingers crept across her buttocks into the deep
separating valley. But when she touched near her anal opening, Jack gently,
but sternly, pushed her hand aside.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped loudly.
Beneath her a smug George supplied the answer.
"He's going to fuck your cherry ass, that's what! And you're going to love
it!"
It was true, her ass was virgin. Often it had been invaded by a boy's
deep-thrust finger during copulation, and frequently she drove her own finger
up her ass while masturbating. But it had never been fucked, and the thought
that her usually gentle Jack was about to jam his big erection into her
rectum was too much. Her mind spun out of control with a mixture of fear and
eagerness.
"Yeah," she heard herself choke excitedly. "Yeah, Jack, I want it! Fuck me,
fuck my ass!"
She twisted even more aggressively on George, and the boy grunted heatedly as
he surged up at her flooded cunt. So much juice was pouring from her vagina
that Judy could feel a great sticky mass of it running down her open thighs.
Suddenly she was aware of another wetness. Without slowing her pace, she
turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Jack held a bottle of lotion
in one hand and was spreading the gummy cream around her anus with the other.
The cool contact of the lotion with her sensitive ass made her cry out
harshly.
George fucked up at her furiously, his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading
them wide while Jack applied the lubricant.
She was going to come, but she didn't want to. Not yet. Not until her boy
friend's cock was imbedded in her anus.
Things began to happen so suddenly that her mind couldn't keep up with it
all. Jack's fingers played around in the tight opening of her ass, stretching
her entrance, rubbing the lotion around the orifice. Then, while she bucked
down insanely upon George, Jack was up above her, his hands on her elbows to
steady himself. She felt his stomach flush against the top of her buttocks,
his penis brushing back and forth in her anal canyon. Then he removed one
hand from her elbow and she felt him guiding his cock against her puckered,
tight anus.
She cried out in fear.
For a short moment she ceased all movement, but then she felt unable to
restrain herself, and she squirmed and twisted more wildly than ever. While
George held her ass cheeks wide open, Jack made the penetration. The blunt
end of his erect cock pushed her flesh inward. Even with the abundance of
lotion, the entrance was difficult.
"Uunngghh!" Judy wailed as the first quarter-inch of her boy friend's penis
entered her tight ass.
Jack leaned over her and breathed hotly on her neck. Then he kissed her
shoulder lightly, a kiss meant to assure her that everything was going to be
all right. And she felt less afraid. She trusted him.
George was nearly ready to ejaculate. She could tell by looking into his
glazed-over eyes and hearing the way he was wheezing and bellowing his breath
up at her. He was no longer disciplined in his movements. His lunges had
become untimed and choppy as he struggled to climax. It didn't matter to
Judy. She realized that her movements were just as frantic and uncontrolled.
That was what fucking was supposed to be, and it was beautiful.
"Ah, no!" she shouted as Jack's cock sank a full inch into her ravished
rectum. The pain was searing, her anus stretched out beyond its intended
limits.
He stopped his intrusion, leaving his cock imbedded in her by scarcely more
than an inch. She stopped completely in her gyrations, but her cunt still
made voluntary contractions around George's penis.
Jack's lips were near her ear and she could hear his heavy, unsteady
breathing as he began to lose control of himself. All at once he gasped,
"It's all right, Judy, it won't hurt for long!" And with a deep groan of pure
lust, he thrust his pelvis at her.
"Ahhh!" she cried as she felt the walls of her tunnel splitting apart. His
cock was going deep, deeper, and tears of pain came instantly to her eyes as
his staff forced its unwelcome way into her virgin asshole. "No, no, no!" she
wailed, but it was too late.
His phallus was jammed all the way in, the pain shooting in hot-cold flashes
up her spine.
"Don't move," she whimpered. "Don't move, please."
And he didn't, but beneath her George seemed to have less pity. He continued
his wild pumping, fucking her quaking, nearly climaxing cunt more vigorously
than ever.
"Oooo! Oh, no!" she sobbed as the intense pain still throbbed throughout her
abused rectum.
At the same time, Susan groaned in pained ecstasy as Ralph rammed through her
hymen. Susan's hot cry sent shivers of lust raging through Judy. Judy
remembered how it had been when she herself had surrendered her virginity -
that hot, angry pain, the diminishing agony replaced quickly by rampant
desire. It had been so lovely. And there, not two feet away from her, Susan
was experiencing it at this very instant. And over on the blanket Connie was
still engaged in a long, hard fuck that had already brought her four orgasms,
and Vita was hotly sucking Con's breast while Linc panted above. Everything
was so sexy.
Jack's aggressive thrust into Judy's virgin ass had sent her back down upon
George. Jack had caught himself on both outstretched arms and now rested half
of his weight upon Judy. She felt utterly helpless and surrounded as she was
sandwiched between the two sweating young males. Crushed as she was, she
found breathing difficult, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the
absolute, undeniable fact that she was about to come.
Slowly, with measured caution, Jack began to make rhythmic strokes with his
penis. Her ass still ached, but the pain had lessened. Her anus contracted
again and again around his cock in an effort to expel the invading staff, but
gradually these contractions lessened, too. Soon the cock was sliding easily,
the lotion having provided ample lubrication. Then a new, more intense
feeling began to build within her. Judy could only whimper as the thrill of
her dual fucking sent her mind reeling crazily.
"Fuck me, both of you!" she shouted.
Jack increased his pace, drawing his cock out two inches, and then slamming
it back again. He repeated this over and over, his balls slamming against her
juicy outer cunt where George's cock was inserted. George and Jack were both
grunting fitfully. Neither could hold out for long, particularly Jack who had
been sucked just short of ejaculation by Vita and who now was being held
tightly by his girl's never-fucked rectum. Judy's whimpering became loud and
feverish. She was going to come - one more stroke, one more.
Her attention was drawn to Susan who suddenly cried, "Yes, come inside me!"
and went completely rigid, her heels drumming into the hardwood floor, her
buttocks squirming down into the pillow as Ralph unloaded.
Susan was wild. Her head was rolling around as if it weren't attached to her
neck. Her thigh muscles were bulged out, the cords in her neck were prominent.
Ralph jerked mightily as he groaned and pumped his seed into the no longer
virgin girl. His expert technique had been more than Susan had expected, and
now she panted and strained without a trace of sanity.
Beneath Judy, George was coming. He let out a deep grunt and stiffened as his
cock swelled and shot his sperm up into the girl's vagina. The slamming semen
triggered Judy's climax, and she shouted, "Now, now, now!" and reached across
to Susan. She grabbed Susan's hand and squeezed tightly, and the squeeze was
returned. While the two girls came together, hands locked, a woman-to-woman
bond was formed between them.
"Oh, God!" Susan cried. "It's still happening! I'm still... coming! Oh, oh,
oh!"
Judy felt the novel sensation of Jack's sperm jetting into her rectum.
George was still spouting the last of his semen into her cunt, her own climax
making her entire body shudder. Jack's juices overflowed her rectum and
poured along her thighs, joining with George's gushing out of her vagina. She
kept coming, and Susan kept coming, and Ralph and George and Jack.
A boisterous male sigh told her that, on the blanket, Linc was finally
ejaculating into Con's vagina, and Con was coming again. Vita, still sucking
Con's breast, had fingered herself to her own orgasm and was squirming around
all over the blanket. Everyone was coming at once. Everyone's lust had been
ignited by everyone else's. And it was beautiful, Judy thought, beautiful.
She was actually sobbing out her joy as finally the spurting cocks in her
cunt and rectum calmed and began to shrink slowly.
* * *
The whole night was wild and wonderful. It was beautiful for Judy to see how
hotly Susan responded to Linc and Jack and George after having been a virgin
only hours before. It was beautiful for Judy to have fucked Ralph and Line.
Connie had kissed her vagina until she had come, and that had been beautiful.
All the twosomes and threesome and foursomes were beautiful. Sex was
beautiful and natural, and Judy wondered why some people thought it was dirty
and perverted. While sitting with her friends late that night, smoking pot
and recuperating from the wild hours of steady sex, Judy thought of her
mother. If only there were some way to make Mom less uptight. Her father's
brush with the law was really turning Arlene French into a pathetic human
being, and Judy wanted to do something about it. Why couldn't Arlene become
turned on to life and to sex and to beauty the way her daughter was? Judy
tried to picture her puritanical mother in bed with a man other than her
father. The concept seemed shocking, yet ...
Judy passed the joint to Jack who sat naked beside her. She giggled out loud.
A wicked, monstrous, devious, but beautiful plan was forming in her sweet
little head!