There probably aren't a fucking lot of you who know what it's like to have been thrown out by your family and forced to live alone in a roach-ridden, rat-infested flea-bag hotel.
Oh, some of you may live alone. And some of you may live in rotten conditions, but to be forced to live this way, and by your own family, no less, is the ultimate in physical and emotional humiliation.
Actually, I lied to you. I am not alone. My friend John is with me. My old friend John. John Barleycorn. One hundred proof. Me and the night and the moonshine.
The two of us are having a grand old time, just lolling about on this lumpy bed, pretending that we are one big happy family.
I'm not an unattractive woman. In fact, for a woman of a mere thirty-five, or for any age, I'm downright pretty, if I do say so myself. And I do say so.
I have straight black hair and high cheekbones, for those of you who care. My mother once said that there was Indian in me. Perhaps she ought to know.
Anyway that's what first attracted Tom to me. Thomas Baker. My husband. May he rot in peace.
Actually, he's not dead yet. To me, yes, but to the Bureau of Statistics, no. So I suppose I would have to say he's still alive. Alive and well, probably enjoying himself now that he's run me out of town.
"The scandal," he said. "Think of the scandal." Sure, I think about it. I thought a lot about it. Fucking hypocrites! The whole lot of them. I bet every last member of the damn school board secretly jerks off thinking of what I did. Good for them.
I can't say I didn't enjoy it, though. The act, I mean. Ronnie Warren. Excuse me, Ronald Warren. He hated to be called Ronnie.
Whatever happened to the concept of the punishment fitting the crime? If I enjoyed committing the crime, why can't I at least enjoy the punishment?
No, I suppose society doesn't approve of what I've done. Not that I did anything that was so different from what I know other women have done. I just got caught.
Way back when -- oh, about a month ago -- I was teaching English at Parker City High School.
I was a pretty good teacher. Still am, as a matter of fact. You should have seen the expressions of joy on the kids' faces when they found out that they got me for English. "Wow! I'm in Mrs. Baker's class!" was not an uncommon refrain in the hallowed halls of Parker High.
Ronnie, Ronald, I mean, was just about my best student. He was bright and alert and a teacher's dream. He was also handsome, with a gorgeous body, but you'll hear about that in a moment.
I always was willing to stay late in school to help out my students with any problems they may have had. Not just English problems. They came to see me as their advisor, a sort of Dear Abby.
And I helped them. I really did. No one in the school but me knew that Arlene was pregnant, and I found a doctor to give her an abortion. Anyone else would have thrown her out on her ass, the way they did with me.
Ronald had a dual problem. He was having trouble writing his term paper, and he had just split with his girlfriend. Problem number two caused problem number one.
My office was located on the fourth floor, at the end of a rarely used corridor. The people who assigned offices were obviously jealous of my popularity.
I was busying myself with some papers that my students had just handed in. It was already past the deadline for the papers, and a few, Ronald included, had not completed their work.
There was a rather timid knock on the door. The fact that it was timid was only surprising in view of what I later found out about Ronald's strength.
"Come in," I answered. I looked up, and saw Ronald Warren enter. "Hi, Ronald," I said. "You've brought your term paper, I trust?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Baker." He hung his head in shame.
"No? Really, Ronald, you surprise me. All term you've been doing excellent work. Is there something wrong?"
"Uh, well, yes, Mrs. Baker. You see, I can't write my term paper."
"Oh, why not?"
"Well, my girl Laurie took a look at what I was working on, and said that if I didn't put that book down immediately, she'd never speak to me again. Well, I didn't believe her, and kept on reading it, and now she won't ever see me."
"My goodness. A book can cuase all that trouble? What was the book?"
"Urn, er, it was Lady Chatterley's Lover, Mrs. Baker."
"Ah! I see. And she was offended by it?"
"I guess so. To tell the truth, I had no idea you'd assign a dirty book."
"Ronald Warren, that is not a dirty book. It's a beautiful book."
"But look at some of the words in it." He opened to a page in the middle. "Here, right there. This word."
"What? 'Cunt'? What's dirty about that?"
"Mrs. Baker!" He turned red. I couldn't help but smile. "I don't think you should have us read books like this."
"There's nothing wrong with the book, Ronald. None of the words are dirty. You know what the word 'cock' means. Is your cock dirty?"
"A-A-And this: 'erect phallus'. Mrs. Baker, what would my mother say?"
"Well, she must know what an erect phallus is. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Surely you know what an erect phallus is. In fact, if that were something to be ashamed of, you'd probably cover yourself right now and run out of my office."
Ronald looked down. His cock was bulging through his pants, and getting harder by the second. His face was as red as a vine-ripened tomato.
"So you see, Ronald, there's nothing wrong with sex. It's a perfectly natural thing."
Looking at that handsome eighteen-year-old blushing, with a raging hard-on, had started the juices in my cunt flowing.
"B-B-But Laurie won't speak to me now. She said books like this are evil."
"Then I take it she thinks sex is evil. Tell me, Ronald, have you ever fucked her?"
"WHAT!?"
"Oh, come on, you know the meaning of the word. Have you ever fucked Laurie? You must want to. You have normal masculine reactions. I can tell that just by looking at your fly."
"Uh, um, er..."
"Don't be embarrassed. You know you've always been able to talk to me. You could really please her from the looks of that rather large chunk of meat between your legs. She's the up-tight one, Ronald. Not you, not me, and definitely not that book."
Ronald was beginning to get dizzy. Candid sexual talk had apparently made him feel faint, and he sank down on the sofa.
"You see, Ronald, the fact that talking about sex has given you a hard-on, has only proved that you're a normal healthy American boy. Sex is a real part of us, Ronald. It's not to be hidden. If your girlfriend had been more understanding, you two could have read the book together and made beautiful love."
"B-B-But we're not married."
"That doesn't matter. Sex is pleasurable. It's to be enjoyed. I'm sure you know how much pleasure your cock can give you. I, for one, know the pleasures of having a hard cock sliding into my cunt."
He looked shocked. It's amazing how many kids think their teachers have no sex lives at all.
"My most enjoyed experiences have been when a guy was fucking me. I like to be fucked, Ronald. It's normal. It's normal for both men and women. Tell me, Ronald, have you ever fucked a girl? With your equipment, I'm sure that you'd be a quite satisfying lover."
"Un, er, er uh..."
"That means 'no', I take it? That's a pity, Ronald, because you really do have a big cock down there. It's getting bigger by the second. Your prick looks like it's going to burst through your pants."
Ronald was silent. His dick was throbbing inside his pants, and he was getting all sweaty.
My pussy was leaking so much juice. I could feel it against my thigh. My panties were already sopping wet, and I'd just started to get excited.
I could feel the tension in my tits. My nipples were as hard as his cock was. I felt my whole body tingling with erotic excitement.
He got up. I was afraid he was going to bolt out the door and never return. I hadn't yet convinced him that the book was not dirty.
I blocked the door. "Ronald, please stay. You don't understand. That's a work of art, not dirt." His prick was so swollen, that he must have been in great pain.
In his attempt to get past me, he brushed against me, and his bulging fly pressed against my thigh.
He reeled back. He landed against the opposite wall, and stood there, his whole body convulsed.
I saw a dark spot beginning to appear where his cock-head pressed against the fabric. I realized that that instant contact with my body had made him shoot off, since he was so aroused just from talking about sex.
The spot became larger and larger. He must have shot an awful lot of sperm, because it seemed to be filling up his shorts.
In a while, his writhing stopped, and he sank down onto the sofa, feeling spent and exhausted.
"Are you all fight, Ronald?" I asked him, seeing his head lower and his eyes close.
"I-I-I'm okay," said a soft voice. How unlike Ronald! Such a well-built young man with such a tiny girl's voice.
"Just relax, Ronald. It's normal. It's natural."
"But I... but I got all wet!" he wailed.
"It's nothing. Cum stains can be removed in the wash. You can use my handkerchief and there's a wash basin in the corner over there."
"Thank you," he said. He got up and went to attempt to remove the stains from the front of his pants. I knew he wouldn't be able to get it out entirely -- he had shot too much jism -- but he could do it so that no one would know that there had been a stain there.
He seemed calmer, more relaxed now. The tension from his arousal was gone, and he even smiled as he returned from the wash basin.
"Thanks," he said, handing me back the wet handkerchief.
I smiled at him. He was such a handsome boy. It was a real pity that Laurie didn't know how to take advantage of that fact.
"Do you mind if I stay here until my pants dry off?" he asked.
"No, not at all. Please do. Do you feel all right now?"
"Uh, sure," he said. "I guess I just overreacted, that's all."
"If you don't mind my saying so, it just proves what denial of natural desires can lead to. You were probably so horny that the merest contact made you come. But do you understand my point about the book?"
"I guess so. I'm just not used to reading books with words like 'cock' and 'cunt' and 'fuck' in them."
"They're just words, Ronald. Don't ever be frightened of words. They're only ugly if there's ugliness behind them."
He occasionally adjusted his clothing. The cum inside his shorts was probably making him feel uncomfortable.
"You can change when you get home," I told him. "It must feel awfully sticky."
"It sure does. It's not exactly a new experience, though. I used to jerk off a lot in my pants and walk around all day with my cock swimming in my sperm."
It was good to hear Ronald relax and be able to speak of sex as naturally as he would of baseball scores. Why our society makes people, particularly young people, up-tight about sex is beyond me.
"Do you masturbate a lot?" I asked him. It seemed such a waste of good jism.
"Uh, well, not a lot. Some. I guess I wouldn't do it at all if Laurie were more cooperative."
"How close have you ever gotten to fucking her? Or any girl, for that matter."
"Not very. I guess I'm repressed. Once I tried to just get Laurie to touch my fly when my prick was hard, but she wouldn't. And with other girls, it's been even worse."
"A good-looking, muscular boy like you? They must be really up-tight not to want to do a little necking and petting."
"Thank you," he said modestly. "Maybe there's something wrong with me. I shower every day, and I'm sure I don't have bad breath. Maybe there's something wrong with my technique."
"Possibly, though with some girls, no technique will get you to first base."
"I usually don't even try to kiss a girl on the first date. Maybe I should. I usually wait for the second or third. But then, when I do kiss them, I can feel them waiting for it to be over. I don't know what's wrong. I'm getting hotter and hornier, but all they want to do is go home and go to bed."
"Do you use your tongue when you kiss?"
"My tongue?"
"Sure. It's called French-kissing among other things."
"Well, I guess not. I don't really know what you mean, though, Mrs. Baker. Maybe that's what's wrong."
"Perhaps." I knew then that what I was about to do might not be approved of by my colleagues, but then they didn't fully understand what I was trying to do with Ronald. He was a boy in need, and all I wanted to do was to help him.
"I'll show you," I said. "You'll feel where my tongue's going and what it's doing. Then you'll know. Maybe the girls will need more than that, but at least it's a start."
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Baker! No wonder you're such a popular teacher. You understand that teaching's more than just drilling facts into our heads."
I took hold of his head and pressed his lips to mine. My whole body felt warm and tingly as I did so.
I slid my tongue into his mouth, and began to kiss him passionately. He responded automatically with a similar gesture. I knew then that it wasn't just him. He went out with passionless girls.
The more we kissed, the more our lips and mouths intertwined, and closer our bodies became. We were pressed up tightly against each other, and I could feel that his cock was beginning to stir again as he rubbed his crotch against mine.
Ronald had come a long way in feeling that all human feelings were quite normal. He did not object when I slid my hand between his legs and felt that his prick had gotten quite hard again.
He put his hands up on my tits. My nipples hardened again.
Ronald squeezed my tits. I could hear him sigh as he did, and that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
His young masculinity began to turn me on so much that I could feel my panties getting wet with pussy-juice. I realized now for the first time that I desperately wanted this young man to fuck me.
His cock seemed to be getting harder by the instant. I felt his balls underneath two layers of fabric and I pressed them hard.
He groaned.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I'm sorry."
"No!" he gasped. "It felt terrific. Do it again, Mrs. Baker. Please do it again."
I started to rub my hands all over his cock and balls. I could feel the blood pounding in his tool and I raced to unzip his fly.
His shorts were yellowed with cum stains. I realized that it wasn't the first time he had shot his load into that particular pair of shorts, and I pulled them down to touch his beautiful meat.
I gasped when I looked down. Though I knew his prick would be large, I hadn't the slightest inkling that this lad, a teen would have one of the largest pricks I'd ever seen.
It was standing up proud and erect. His cock-head was a purplish-red and it bobbed up and down as blood pumped into it.
I continued to slowly massage his balls. They were large round balls hanging down evenly on each side of his massive shaft, and as I pressed the palms of my hands against those balls, he swayed and sighed with pleasure.
I realized that he had never before felt a woman touch his prick lie responded with such exquisite delight that it made me all the more excited to know that I was the one who was leading him into manhood.
We continued to kiss. I felt as if my entire soul was entering his body through his mouth and our beings became one.
Slowly, I started to kiss him all over his face. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his ears, his neck. I kissed his lips again and then his chin, and began to kiss his two golden masculine nipples on his well developed muscular chest.
His chest felt hard and firm to my touch, and I licked his belly as I worked my way down to his balls and cock.
His golden cock hairs tasted delicious to me. I knew that I just had to fuck this boy, but the delights of tasting his young prick would have to come first.
He slowly undulated his body, pressing his crotch back and forth against my face. My saliva dribbled out and onto his golden rod as I slowly approached.
I could smell the aroma of jism. It filled the air. Dried cum was all over his cock and balls, and the musky odor of cum made my pussy ooze with delight.
My lips slowly descended onto his cock. I kissed the base of his dick first, and then worked my way along its length until I could feel the bump where his cock-head began.
He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself and, as I got down on my knees, he started to massage my tits again, pressing harder and harder into the tender flesh.
I now licked his prick with the tip of my tongue. It tasted so good. His cock was so young, so fresh, so spirited. And with the aroma of sweet cum, I felt myself getting woozy, ready to open myself up to his golden youth.
The blood raced through his organ, tickling the tip of my tongue as I licked his cock. I tasted his tiny piss-slit at the very tip, and then began to lick the underside of his prick, making sure that not a single spot of his dong remained untouched.
My fingers kneaded his balls harder and harder. I could tell by his sighs and groans that having a woman touch and rub his balls was something that he was especially sensitive to.
I patted his balls with the tips of my fingers. I played a kind of catch with them. I pulled his balls to one side and tossed them to the other where my other hand tossed them back. As his balls swung back and forth, my tongue kept up its flicking action, coating his long hard dong with my saliva.
I moved my hands over his muscular ass until I could feel his bung. As I slid his spear up and down across my lips now, I started to slowly stick my fingers into his asshole.
"Ohhhh!" he cried as my fingers began to plug up his shitter. I wasn't sure if it was a cry of pain or pleasure or some combination of both, but as I continued to finger-fuck his asshole, his cries became louder and louder.
I could not stop, however, hoping that I wasn't hurting the boy. I couldn't even dream of hurting a boy since I have one of my very own, just Ronald's age.
My whole being was consumed with absorbing this boy's body into my own. I wanted him desperately now, and my activities became more and more intense.
The soft moaning sounds that I heard started to make sense to me, as I realized he was softly speaking. I strained my ears to catch what he was saying.
"Liiiiiick my cock," he moaned. "Ohhhh, use your tongue! Ohhhh! My balls! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
He was so soft and gentle that I became the aggressive one in our relationship. I quickly grabbed hold of his prick and thrust it into my mouth.
I have never enjoyed sucking a man's dong as much as I did then. His huge hard-on filled my face with fleshy delight. I wanted to swallow his cock and balls whole.
He started to pump his meat in and out of my face as his balls banged against my chin again and again. I continued my finger-fucking acting in and out of his ass, and I realized that I wasn't hurting him after all. With a great sense of relief, I redoubled my efforts and drilled down even farther into his shit-tube.
"Suuuuuck it," he moahed as I slurped my way all over his prick. "Suck it, oh, please suck it! Ohhhh!! Ohhhh!"
His body swayed back and forth. With each forward motion, his dong entered my mouth even deeper, and with each backward pull, my fingers slid deeper into his asshole.
I started to cry out, feeling a desperate need for a hard cock up my steaming-hot cunt. I craved having this young boy fuck me, but I didn't want to release his prick from my mouth. I wanted two cocks, two boys, right now.
I began to close my eyes and picture my own son, Gary, unzipping his fly, readying himself to fuck his mother. Oh, how many times have I wanted Gary to fuck me! His cock is so long and perfect, his body so hard and masculine! Ever since the time I accidentally walked into the bathroom and saw him jerking off I've wanted that gorgeous cock to be penetrating my cunt.
But now, Ronald's cock was all I had. I wanted it both in my mouth and in my cunt and my greed was turning me on.
The juices dripped out of my pussy as quickly as a rapidly leaking faucet. I was wet, and I was getting wetter.
I stopped sucking his prick and looked up at the pleasure-contorted face of my handsome hero. "Ronald," I begged in a soft whisper, "I want you to fuck me."
He didn't hear me. His body started to tremble as he looked down, wondering why I had stopped eating his meat.
"Suck me, oh, please suck my cock!" he moaned.
I couldn't resist. I had to deny myself the ultimate pleasure, being fucked by my youthful golden God, to satisfy him first. He wanted his cock sucked. His cock shall be sucked.
His meat tasted even better now that I knew I was going to drink his creamy jizz.
His body began to shake. I could, feel a trembling in his balls, and I started to rub them with one hand as the other massaged and caressed his ass-cheeks.
I pulled him hard into me. I suddenly felt as if his prick was going to slide down my throat. It was so long that it touched the back of my mouth and still there was more.
"Ohhh, that's good," he moaned. "Lick me! Ohhhh! Watch me when I shoot, ohhh! I'm going to shoot!"
His prick suddenly started to rock back and forth. I sucked harder and harder, trying to make sure that I would get every drop of his fuck-syrup as it flowed from his dick.
I squashed his balls against my lips, and they slid into my mouth along with his shaft. His body trembled. His fingers pressed into my shoulder, causing exquisite and welcome pain.
"Suck it! Ohhhh! Suck my dick! Ohhhh! Eat it! Ohhhhh! OHHHHHH!" His body shook violently and I felt the first drops of his sperm pouring onto my tongue.
I pulled him into me as hard as I could, and his balls released his huge remaining store of fuck-cream as I felt wave after wave of hot foam spurting into my mouth.
I chewed on the tip of his prick as he came. More and more jism jetted out of his pecker and I used my tongue to lick up every drop.
His balls shook wildly. We swayed to and fro as his sperm endlessly flowed into my body.
His cries filled the air. The sound of pleasure was everywhere.
We twisted and writhed together as my mouth held a firm grip on his shaft and his balls now danced all over the place. I swallowed hard, but there was still more fuck-cream pouring into me.
My pussy was so wet and had been so excited even though there was nothing stimulating it directly, that I started to reel with climactic ecstasy. I suddenly let go of his prick and held my hand against my cunt so hard that I was almost able to fuck myself with it.
The last of his jism shot out onto the floor, and I barely managed to catch it with my tongue. I had wanted every drop, but had to satisfy myself with most of it.
He looked at me with what may have been tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he said. "You've made me finally feel like a man."
CHAPTER TWO
I knew it was only a beginning. Ronald still had that final hurdle to cross, but that was only a small stream, compared to the ocean he had just traveled. To go from having a woman give you head to finally fucking a woman was a much shorter distance than from jacking off to getting a blow-job.
I was still on the floor. I gazed at him with great affection. He pulled his pants up and wiped the tip of his dick with his already cum-stained shorts.
I wished that it had been even more prolonged. Though I was with him mainly because he needed me, I had enjoyed it and wished that my own pleasure could have been heightened, but I knew that there was time for that. To rush things is often to deny them altogether.
He zipped up his fly, though his cock was still in a half-hard state, causing a slight bulge in the front of his pants. He sat down on the sofa and looked at me.
I sat down next to him as I adjusted my blouse and skirt. "You're beautiful," I said, "and I mean that in more than just the physical sense, though you're one of the most physically beautiful men I've ever seen."
"Thank you," he said. "You've made me very happy."
I put my hand on his knee. He responded warmly by kissing me gently. He looked directly at me and told me, "It was so much better than jacking off. I feel like I've grown up because of you. The pleasure was incredible."
I smiled. He didn't need to tell me that. The look on his face while I was sucking him off, and the sounds he made were enough for me.
"You really went wild," I said. "You were calling for me to suck you even harder. I know you liked it."
"You mean I was talking?"
"Sure. You cried out a lot. 'Suck it!' you cried. It was a turn-on for me that you did."
"I said those things?" His face got red again. "I've never said stuff like that before. I actually said, 'suck it'?"
"'Lick my dick' was another. Ronald, you were beautiful. You felt it and you said it. I told you that words were beautiful. If the thought's beautiful, the words have to be..."
He was pleased. The way he swaggered when he finally left my office convinced me that I had done more good for him in the last hour than anyone had done for him in his entire life.
"Now finish that paper," I called out after him. "I want it by Thursday or you'll flunk."
"You got it!" he sang out. "Thursday!"
And Thursday he came back with it. He seemed taller when he strode into my office that day. Taller and older. Oh, he was still young and handsome. Still a teenager, but he was mature. He had grown up.
"Mrs. Baker," he said, "I've got my term paper."
"Thank you, Ronald," I said. I glanced at it. It seemed well-written and neatly typed. I knew he could do it.
"How have you been?" I asked him. "How's Laurie?"
"Laurie? I don't know."
"Oh, I'm sorry. She still isn't speaking to you?"
"Nope. She's still mad because I've been reading dirty books. And do you want to know something? I don't care. I mean I do like her, but there's a barrier that separates me from her, and I'm afraid that someone else will have to break it."
"Have you met anyone else?" I asked. "Yes and..."
"Which is it?"
"I met a girl, Anna, and I really dig her. She's falling for me, I can tell."
"Why, that's good news," I said, "isn't it?"
"I still haven't, you know, fucked her."
"Well, you just met her. What did you do with her?"
"She gave me a blow-job, just like you did, except that, well, yours was a lot better. I guess she doesn't have the experience that you have. Oh, uh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I didn't mean that, well, she's young, and..."
I had to laugh. "It's all right, Ronald. I'm quite a bit older, you know. I've had a lot more sexual experiences. And soon, I'm sure, you'll be able to make love to her fully."
"I hope so," he said. "I hope I don't louse it up."
"Ronald, you surprise me. Why shouldn't you be able to do well? Judging from last time, you should have no problems."
"I know, but it's different when you go all the way. Maybe I won't be able to, you know, get it me."
"Ronald, Ronald, are you so lacking in confidence? Why won't you be able to get in? Believe me, the way your prick gets hard, it'll simply slide in. And if it's a little tight, use some..."
"Yes. It's a vagina cream. It helps the guy slide his penis into a girl. It'll lubricate your cock." I reached into my desk drawer and took out a tube. It had been sitting there for a while, but I knew it would still be good. I brought it with me when I was sure I was going to have an affair with Mr. Stone in chemistry, but he took up another position at Hastings High before we ever made it.
"Here, feel it. Don't be afraid to touch it, Ronald. It's just a cream."
"And what do I do with it?" he asked.
"Really, Ronald, I'm surprise at you. You rub some on your fingers, and then rub it into your cock. Make sure your cock's well greased. You could also grease up the girl's cunt to make it even easier. Why don't you try a little on your cock. You'll see."
He hesitated. He put a bit more on his fingers and rubbed it in. "I guess I believe you," he said.
"Are you embarrassed? Shall I turn my back?"
"No," he said firmly. "Of course not." I think he was a bit embarrassed, but my mentioning that made him resolve to try it. As I watched, he slowly unzipped his fly and took out his dick, then tried to rub it into his soft cock-flesh.
"You really should try it when you have a hard-on," I said.
"Uh, could you get it hard for me?" he asked. "Ever since last time with you, I really haven't been able to get my own prick very hard. Jacking off hasn't been the same."
I smiled. "Very well." I reached out and began to stroke his meat. The minute, no, the second, I touched it, his dick started to perk up and get hard. I rubbed a lot of the K-Y into his cock and he started to sigh softly.
"Ahh, that feels good," he murmured. "Yes, it does work. Ahh, that's great. I wish I'd known about K-Y when I was jacking off a lot. It feels as if it'd make me come even more."
"Now don't you go starting to jack off again," I admonished. "That's all very well when you have no other sexual outlet, but you do have one. Anna."
"But Anna hasn't let me fuck her yet," he complained. "Ahh, that feels really good."
I rubbed some more of the K-Y into his prick. He was really all greased up with no place to go.
His warm meat bobbed up and down. He let me rub his shaft over and over again, putting still more lubricant on it. I must confess that I loved touching his cock. It wasn't just to educate him in sexual matters that I was doing this; it was also because of the sheer pleasure it was giving me.
As I stroked his prick, the juices in my cunt started to really flow. I leaned back, crossing and uncrossing my legs in a futile attempt to halt the itching in my horny cunt.
I rubbed his cock so hard, apparently, that he had to stop me. "Don't," he said. "I'll come."
"What's wrong with that?" I asked jokingly. "Are you against coming all of a sudden?"
"It's not that," he said. "But it'll still be masturbation, even if it was your hand instead of mine. It won't feel as good as it used to."
"Then I know how to make you feel as good as you used to," I said, having made up my mind that now would be the time to finish what I had so willing started a few days before.
I could no longer stand, the itching in my cunt, and I spread my legs wide as I pulled him closer to me.
I reached inside his fly and felt his balls. They were even heavier than last time, and I knew that he hadn't shot off yet today.
He was unsure of what to do. Though I knew he was aroused, he still felt that he had a loyalty to Anna, and I think he wanted her to be the first woman to feel his cock inside her.
Still, I could no longer control myself. Whereas I had originally wanted only to help Ronald discover the wonders of the human body, I now had to satisfy my own hungers. I wanted this boy. I had to have him. Ronald had to fuck me.
I know some of you don't understand. "He's half your age," you're saying to me. I know. I know it, and yet I can't help it. A young man, no more than twenty, in the first flower of his manhood excites me more than I can say.
My son Gary had a lot to do with it, as I said earlier. I don't know if that's the real reason, though I look forward to the day when all people will be free enough to relate in all ways to all other people.
I do know that a young male starts the juices flowing in my cunt, and there's nothing I can do about it, except satisfy my desire. Ronald excited me, and I had to have him. His prick was so sturdy and long, that I had to feel it within my pussy. I had to close my cunt around his dick and feel it fucking me.
I quickly slipped out of my skirt. I took hold of his hand and placed it against my tits. That was the right thing to do, because the next thing I knew, he was crouching over me, licking and tasting my fleshy jugs.
He squeezed my tits and tried to force all of my flesh into his mouth. He went wild as I continued to massage his cock. I felt my whole body burning up with fire.
I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my panties. They were so wet that they clung to my crotch as I strained to pull them down.
His prick was thoroughly coated with the K-Y. I lay back on the sofa as he pressed hard into my cunt-mound.
My beaver was sopping wet, and he tried to maneuver his dick into my hole. He kept missing at first, and I had to take hold of his cock and guide it right into my cunt-mouth.
It slid right in. I gasped for breath as I felt his long hard dong penetrating me deeper and deeper, and I knew he was pleased that for the first time in his life he was fucking a woman.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" I cried as his meat entered my fuck-tunnel. "Yes! Oh, Ronald! It's wonderful! Ohhh! Ohhh! Harder, Ronald! Ohh, that's it! Ohhh, Ronald, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
He had entered me so fast that he hadn't bothered to remove his clothes, and I could see that the metal teeth of the zipper were digging into his balls. It must have given him pleasure, because he made no move to change his position or take his pants off.
He continued to lick my tits and nipples. I guess the girls he'd been going out with never even had tits for him to look at, because he was so thrilled with all that flesh.
My pussy walls closed tightly around his cock. I could feel his sausage sliding in and out of my cunt, and I rubbed my fingers against his balls as they slapped against my cunt.
It was as if a fire were consuming me. My whole body was being burned alive and I was loving every minute, every inch of it.
His body twisted and turned and it felt as if his cock was rotating within my cunt. My pussy-lips glistened with my flowing juices.
I clamped my hands around his ass and pulled him into me even more tightly. I wanted that long rod to plunge into my hole as far as it could go.
"Fuck me, Ronald!" I begged. "Fuck me so hard that your cock will drive all the way up my body! Ohh, that's it! That's it! Harder! Faster! More! Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"
I felt a trembling in his body overtake him. He started to cry out with exquisite pleasure. The tong tube that was ramming my hole was heating up rapidly.
He pounded away at my steaming cunt. My lubricating honey poured out faster and faster, and I could feel my tiny clitoris being so wildly massaged that I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.
My ass was pounding against the cushions of the sofa. I was shaking all over with delight. Our bodies were ready to reach the stars together as his balls readied themselves to pour their creamy load into me.
"Are you ready?" I asked, hoping that he'd shoot his jism into me right away. I was crying out for it. I needed it. I needed it so badly that my body felt pangs of hunger. Hunger for the sweet cream Ronald's prick would give me.
"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm going to shoot! Ohhh! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
The two of us cried out in wild abandon. We screamed, shouted and yelled for all the world to hear.
His prick opened up with such a thick barrage of hot creamy sperm that it filled up my pussy and began to flow out, mixing with my own lubricating juices to pour all over my cunt and dribble down the side of my leg.
He screamed with pleasure as his cock spouted a never-ending geyser of cum into my hole. His balls trembled and shook as the flow of sperm seemed to be unceasing.
Even after the last of his jism had shot out of his dong, our bodies twisted and writhed together, causing a second explosion within my craving body.
As he withdrew his prick from my cunt, I took hold of it with my hands and rubbed the juice that had dripped out of my pussy onto the head and fondled his sweet meat over and over.
"It's so good," I kept saying. "Oh, Ronald, you're so good. Your cock is so warm and beautiful. I want you to fuck me again and again, Ronald. Oh, Ronald, your cock made me so happy. Please fuck me again. Please! Please!"
Now I rarely have begged for things in my life. I do not feel that it is dignified for a woman in my position (in my former position, that is. Now I would beg for anything, and I do) to beg for anything. But I begged for his cock. I wanted his balls. I had to have all of his masculinity within me, filling my cunt up with his beautifully creamy sperm.
I pulled his cock up towards my face, and kissed it.
He began to fidget and I reluctantly let the boy edge away from me. Apparently he sensed something wrong. We heard no sound other than the ones emitted at the height of our pleasure, but as Ronald pulled his cock away from my face, preventing my tongue from tasting my cunt-juice at the tip of his cock, I turned my head towards the door.
To this day, I don't know who was the most shocked. Was I, who had never before been so scared? Was it Ronald, who despite his inner strength was still afraid of one person in the world? Or was it the principal of the school, Mr. Pimson, who was staring down hard at us?
"MRS. BAKER!!" he shrieked in his high pitched voice, sounding for all the world like a hack Hollywood actor who had been in too many war movies playing Germans. "Mrs. Baker! You will be in my office at once!" and he clicked his heels, raised his right arm high in front of him, turned, slammed the door and left.
"Mr. Pimson! Oh, Mr. Pimson! Oh, where're my shoes? I'm not dressed! My... my... my fly's open! Ohhh, my God, that was Mr. Pimson! What am I'm going to do? He saw me with my cock hanging out of my pants! Oh, Jesus I'm going to be expelled! That was Mr. Pimson, Mrs. Baker! The principal! I'm in trouble! He's going to tell my mother!"
How like a man! And what about me, Ronald Warren? Oh, I know I led you on. I know you're young and I should have known better. But can't you see beyond your nose? He screamed at me, not you. What about me? What's going to happen to me?
"You are dressed, Ronald," I reminded him. "Don't stand there like some sort of retarded gorilla. Zip up your fucking fly and get out of here. Your shoes are under the sofa. Get out, Ronald. We're both in trouble."
The look of panic on his face was priceless. He should be proud. I'm an attractive woman. He made it with me, not Mr. Pimson, not every pimply-faced sex-starved young man in this hell-hole of a school. He Ronald Warren. What the fuck are you so up-tight about? He'll give you a medal, that's what old Pimmy will do. He'll give you a medal for being a real stud, for doing something that he hasn't been able to do in two hundred years.
How long was he there? How long was old Pimmy, old Pimson, standing in the doorway, his tongue hanging out? Probably since the start of all this, knowing him, the dirty old man.
I didn't notice if he had a hard-on, but I doubt it. I don't think he has anything between his legs. It must have dried up during the war. The War of Independence, that is.
What shall I say to him? What can I say? "Did you like the show?"
Ronald ran out of there like a bat out of hell. Well, he sure was some hot stud. I'll get him again, you just wait and see.
There was no point in even trying to speculate on what to say to old Pimson. Do you know what he did? He called up my husband at work! Can you imagine the kind of scum he is?
Getting fired wasn't half of it. You should have heard old Thomas Baker, self-righteous prick that he is, go on and on and on.
"A young boy! Marianne, how could you?"
"By taking off my dress, Thomas, you old fart!"
I won't bore you with the details. Well, not all of them anyway. Just a few. My dearly beloved husband, Thomas Baker, saying that since I was not a good influence on my children, I had better get out of town fast. He didn't use those words, but that was his meaning.
I was informed that unless I left voluntarily and tried to find some sort of life on my own for at least a while, he would broadcast news of my activities to all the world. I would have to leave anyway.
"Just for maybe six months to a year," he said.
How generous! Neither Gary nor Carolyn know (as far as I know) about what happened.
"Mother is sick and needs a rest," was what they were told. Actually, I think Gary knows. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, because the more I think about him, the more I want to have him where I had Ronald.
So I was banished. Thomas wouldn't give me any money except for a bit to get myself settled. That I lost my job should be an obvious fact to you. I lost it, and my respect in the community. I think a few people know, but so far, word has been pretty quiet.
But here I am, in this fucking lousy dump, the Eagle Hotel, and all I have is myself and my lover, booze.
This stuff is pretty raw, but I guess I like my liquor as young as my men. Why couldn't I lust after ninety-year-old men? No one would bat an eyelash at me then.
Oh, I have a new job. From being a schoolteacher to waiting on tables. Edie's Diner. A real swell place.
I don't have to be at work yet for a few hours. Out here in Valley View there's nothing to do when you're not working. It's the dullest spot in the world.
Christ, just thinking about Ronald makes me want to feel his nice thick hard meat all over again.
I think I would do it all exactly as I did it last time. Well, one small difference. Next time someone wants to fuck me, I'll lock the fucking door.
You had to be there, though, to realize how much that boy turned me on. You should have seen the way my pussy flowed with juice. My cunt was really hot stuff, baby! I was so wet that it was almost like the great flood.
You know, I can even feel my pussy getting warm now, just thinking about how great it was. His cock was so thick and hard. Such a young boy with such a huge piece of meat!
It was so much thicker and longer than the neck of this bottle. Even though this is glass, I bet his prick was harder. His cock was so warm, so sweet, so full of creamy pleasure. It would make me so happy to have it here with me now.
You know, my pussy feels good even as I touch it with my fingers. My fingers could be his dick, couldn't they? They could be fucking my pussy and it could be Ronald fucking me. Ahh, Ronald, if only you were here to please me the way you did before!
My cunt is really hot now. Look at how wet the bed is getting. Christ, I can almost feel his hard-on ramming into my slit! He's really going at it! Oh, Ronald, I want your sweet hard prick to fuck me!
My cunt hairs are sopping wet now. I'm so tot, I could scream. I want a hard cock, oh, do I want a hard cock!
This bottle is hard. The neck is long and I wonder if I could just use the top of the bottle to fickle my twat. Ohh, that feels nice. The bottle is wet, I guess I spilled some whisky on it. It's wet and ohhhh! Just let me slide the bottle neck into my hole! My cunt is ready to take in something hard! Ohhhhh! I want to be fucked! Won't someone please fuck me?
My legs are spread wide apart. Let me take down my skirt and panties. Oh, my panties are soaking wet! Look at my pussy! It's so red and shiny! Let me spread it for you. Now you can look inside and see how luscious my hole is! Please fuck me! Ohh, I want a cock! I want something thick and hard! Please! Won't you fuck me? I know you have a hard cock. I bet it's long and thick and ready to plunge right between the legs of some luscious ripe female! My cunt is ready! My cunt is yours!
The bottle's sliding into my hole, and it feels oh, so good. My cunt walls are closing around the bottle, and I'm beginning to slide it in and out. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! I love it! My body is diving me wild! My pussy is leaking badly now. I can't turn the faucet off! My syrups are pouring out of me! Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Fuck me! I want it! Ohhhh, this bottle is so hard! It's all the way up my pussy now!
FUCK ME! I WANT IT! I WANT TO BE FUCKED!
I wish someone would rub my tits the way I'm rubbing them. I can hardly rub my tits and fuck myself at the same time, but I must do it. I must drive that bottle deeper and deeper into my hole! I can't stand it any more! Ohhhh, someone fuck me!
I can feel my ass pounding against the bed. I bet my ass is turning red from all the friction. I have a really beautiful ass. I want to feel a hard cock fucking my ass, too! Oh, please! Ohhhh, give it to me! Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
I want to get the whole bottle up my cunt. Can I? It's really long. It's over a foot long! Ohhhh, it's going in! The whole fucking bottle is starting to go it!
My God, that hurts! It's so fat! The bottle is fat, and it's splitting me wide open, but I must get it all in! No one has a piece of meat like this bottle, and I want to be fucked by the biggest, hardest thing I can find.
Ohhhhh, I'm going to scream with pain! OWWWWWW! It hurts! Ohhhh! It's going in! Deeper! Deeper! Fuck me! Ohhh, I can't stand it any more! I want a real cock! Oww, this hurts! I can't do it! I can almost get it all in! Ohhhh! I'm so hot! I want cock! Cock! Please fuck me! Someone fuck me!
I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. If only it was cum that I could taste on the tip of my tongue. I want some really groovy guy to unzip his pants and let me taste what's between his legs. I want to be fucked! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I can't get it in any more! I've got to pull it out! My cunt's going to be split apart!
I'm going to have to fuck myself with my fingers. I can really get off on that. This bottle hurt too much. It was fun, but I couldn't get it in all the way. I'll try it again, though. It's fantastic so long as you don't hurt yourself.
I want to diddle my clit until I can climax, thinking of how great Ronald's prick was. His cock was the best piece of meat I ever had! Ohhh, I want his dick! Fuck me, Ronald! Fuck me! Ram your fucking hard cock all the way into my fucking hot hole! Fuck me! Ohhh, I want it! Ohhhh!
Christ, this is wonderful! My right index finger is fucking me. It's going in and out of my slit, and I'm going to climax! Oh, baby, this is dynamite! I want to be fucked! That finger is Ronald's dick. It's long and thick and hard! Fuck me, Ronald! Ohhhh!! OHHHHHH!! I CAN'T STAND IT!! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!!
Ohh, baby, that was good! Now I know how much I miss Ronald and all the boys I taught. Now that I know how good young cock feels, I want to go back to school and have them all. I want young cock. Only a young guy can make me feel this way.
Look at that stain on the bed. It's incredible.
Did my cunt pour out that much juice? It looks like there really was a guy here, and that's his sperm all over the sheets.
I have a few more hours to relax before I go to work tonight. I hope it's not crowded. I'm tired. I think I tired myself out fucking myself. If only young guys came in there. I could invite them into the back and let them do a number on me. I don't care what they would do as long as it involved their cocks and balls.
You know what I miss most about being banished from my own home, my own family? It's Gary. He's such a sweet boy. He's handsome and strong and I'm going crazy not being able to see him. I want him. I want him to be with me and comfort his mother in her time of need.
But the most galling thing is the fact that my husband is really a hypocrite. All this baloney about my not being a good influence on my children. And what about him?
He thinks he's such a moral and upstanding citizen, but I have news for you. He had an affair with his secretary. Yep. That son of a bitch also fucked around. So why did he pick on me? All I wanted was a young boy with a hard piece of meat. I didn't want to marry the guy, for Christ's sake. Just a piece of cock, that's all. Is there anything wrong with that? Do we all live by a double standard?
CHAPTER THREE
I found out about my husband and his secretary only by chance. I was cleaning out the den one day and came across a bundle of papers all neatly wrapped up with a ribbon.
I opened them. I couldn't figure out what it could be. We never had stationery like this, all pink with a blue border. Lovely.
"Dear Tiger." (Don't you love it? Thomas, a tiger!) "I just had to write you to tell you I miss you, and I wish I didn't have to go away on my vacation with my mother, because I want to be with you so we can play nookie together. I love playing nookie with you. You make me feel good all over, especially inside my 'nestle' and I want to lick you and I'm licking this pen thinking it's your lollipop. I can't wait to get back to work and crawl under your desk again, to have a bite to eat. See you next week. Love, Snookums."
How did that girl ever get released from nursery school? There were more letters, all addressed to my husband at his office. I wonder what he wrote to her.
Anyway, the others were more of the same, and when I confronted Tom with the evidence, he laughed.
"Oh, that's Nell."
"I know who it's from. Is it true, or is she off the wall?"
"Look, Marianne, I don't want to discuss it. That's my office that's involved, and I don't want to talk about it. You know I don't like to talk about my work at home."
"I'm beginning to understand why," I said. This was years ago, mind you, and I loved him very much. I figured he was having an affair with his secretary, but so long as he kept me happy, I didn't mind. He did know how to please me with his cock and balls.
He refused to discuss it, and when he tried to take the letters away from me, I kept them and hid them. It proves that he is a real hypocrite, especially as regards to the children. He brought her home one night and fucked her when I was away, but Gary and Carolyn were at home.
Of course his secretary would go wild over him. I did, too, years ago. Tom wasn't always as stuffy as he is now. He and I used to carry on so beautifully together that I still occasionally feel tenderness toward him when I think of him. You'll notice I said occasionally. Well, maybe once every six months, and that was before he pulled this trick on me.
He was glad to get rid of me. If Ronald hadn't existed, Tom would have had to invent him. It was a convenient excuse so Nell, his secretary, or whoever he's fucking these days, could come over and ball with him.
Don't think I don't know about his women. Not just Nell, but a whole parade of women, from Fern, the next-door neighbor to Adele, one of my friends. The only girl I think he hasn't fucked yet is Carolyn, and that's only because our daughter is too quick for him.
The first night that Tom asked me out, oh, so many years ago, I was quite taken with him. I knew he was something of a rake. His reputation preceded him for miles around.
I didn't really care, though. I was so thrilled to be asked out by Thomas Baker that I would have done anything he asked me to, and, as a matter of fact, I did.
He was supposed to pick me up at eight, but he was late. I was not upset at his being late, it was wondering whether he had changed his mind about me.
He honked the horn of his car at about nine or so. I dashed out of the house all dressed up in my nice new pink dress expecting to go dancing, and he was sitting behind the wheel in a T-shirt and jeans.
I was disappointed, but I hid it well. The fact that he had asked me out was enough.
"Okay baby, let's go!" he said and he revved the engine and off we were. He drove into Lakeside Park and he stopped the car along a deserted strip of road.
He reached over to kiss me. I was somewhat taken aback, and I guess it showed on my face, because he pulled away, making some sort of crack about my being up-tight.
"Okay, baby, I'll take you home," he said. He started up the car and we drove out of the park.
I was in a state of panic. I couldn't believe that my life with Thomas Baker was over. I desperately wanted to remain part of his life, and as we drove, I put my hand on his thigh.
"Well, that's better," he said. He continued to drive, and in desperation, I started to rub his fly.
I hadn't noticed that he had a hole in the front of his jeans, right near his fly. He hadn't been wearing any underwear, and when I began to caress his fly, his cock started to poke through the hole.
I turned red. He realized that I was embarrassed and he stopped the car right in the middle of a crowded street.
The horns of the other cars were honking, but he paid them no mind. He was just interested in what I was doing.
"You've never seen one before, have you?" he asked. Well, that wasn't true. I had seen my father naked and I knew what a guy had between his legs.
"Yes, I h-have," I stammered. "Whose?"
"M-My f-father's," I said. I so hoped he wouldn't laugh. He laughed.
"Hey, you're all right! You made it with Daddy! Good for you!"
"I j-just saw it," I mumbled. "We didn't do anything?"
"Ohhhh, you a virgin-type girl?"
"I g-guess so."
"Well, well. I can take care of that for you. No need to worry. Dr. Baker will make you feel all better again."
He started up the car and drove back to the park. I was frightened of what I thought he might do.
When he parked the car, he slid over to my side of the seat. He put his arms around me, and I shook with fear.
"Do what you were doing before," he told me. "What was I doing?" I had really forgotten. "You know. Touch me here." He pointed to his fly. I tentatively reached out and gingerly put a single finger on his zipper. He laughed really loud this time.
"No. Not like that. Do to me what I'm going to do to you," he said. "I'll show you just what to do." He put his hand on my thigh and then reached inside my dress. I could feel his hand approaching my cunt, and I wanted to scream. I was sure he would hurt me.
He crept closer and closer to my panties. I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I didn't care about Tom any inure.
"Take me home! Please! I want to go home!" But he just laughed.
"Not till I show you something," he said. He grabbed hold of my hand and put it right where the bulge in the front of his jeans was.
I felt something stir. The hole began to spread as the tip of his cock poked through. I turned away, but he kept my hand on his fly, and made me touch his cock-head.
"Feel it, baby! Oh, baby, I know you're gonna love what I'm gonna give you! It feels good, don't it, baby?"
"Y-Y-Yes, it f-feels good." I didn't know whether it felt good or not, but I figured that saying it might make it so.
"Oh, baby, it feels good to me. Look at that cock go!"
His prick was getting harder by the second, and it was slowly starting to come through the hole. His cock was so long, and it just kept sliding out of that hole in his pants. The more I rubbed, the harder and longer it got.
"That's it, baby, rub that cock! Come on, Marianne, I know you just love cock! I could see it in your eyes! You want it, baby! You want my prick and balls, and I'm going to give it to you."
I was terrified. I didn't know what he was going to do with his cock and balls, but I had a good idea that whatever it was, it was going to hurt me.
"Rub it, baby!" he cried. "Ohhhh, baby, that cock is so hard! Look at how hard it is. Try to wrap your hands around it. It's thick, baby, it's so thick you can't do it! Oh, baby, I want this dick to slide all the way up your fucking cunt!"
He now unsnapped the top of his jeans, and he pushed my hand against his crotch. "Reach inside and touch my balls! Come on, don't be shy! Touch my balls! Ahh, that feels good!"
I rubbed something soft and fleshy. I did it because it gave him pleasure, but I didn't know what it was supposed to do for me. It didn't do much, at least right then.
With one hand I rubbed the long shaft outside his jeans, and with the other, I caressed his balls inside them. He leaned back against the seat and let me masturbate him as he sighed and groaned with pleasure.
I still wanted to go dancing, and I thought that when he had enough of my rubbing his cock, he would take me to the Casino, where the guys and girls danced all night long.
No such luck. I continued to rub, and his cries got louder and louder.
"Do it faster! Ohhhh! Do it faster! Rub my cock! Squeeze my balls! Ohh, Marianne, make me come! Ohhhh! I want to come! Rub it up and down in long fast strokes! Rub me harder, Marianne! Jerk me off! I want to shoot!"
I did as he said, and then a very strange thing happened. I had never seen a cock ejaculate before, but when I started to rub his prick really hard, he suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, and this strange milky white stuff came pouring out of his prick.
"Ohhhhlih!" he cried. "I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Jerk me off! Ohhhh! I'm shooting! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
He cried with delight for several moments. The thick cream kept pouring out of his meat, and I felt my hand getting all sticky and wet, as the sperm poured all over me.
He was still for a few minutes. I was at least pleased that he hadn't tried to do something with my cunt. I knew it would hurt, and I thought that now was the time to go dancing.
"Wipe your hands," he said. "I don't want to smell the cum all over the place," he said as he finally came out of his semicoma. "Clean yourself up."
I looked around, but couldn't find anything to wipe my hands with. I finally had to use my new pink dress to clean myself.
The sperm still dripped off the tip of his prick, and I watched it slowly get soft and shrink back against his jeans.
He didn't adjust his clothing to get his cock back inside, and I sat there waiting for him to do so.
"Could we go dancing now?" I asked.
"Dancing? What are you talking about?"
"I thought we were going to go dancing. It's not important. It's only important that I be with you."
What a jerk I was in those days! What made it so important that I be with that schmuck? How was I to know, being a naive virgin, that his reputation for being a great romantic lover meant only that he was a good lay? I had read too many soppy novels and seen too many bad movies.
Tom grinned. He knew that all the girls wanted nothing more than to be with him. He knew that all he had to do to get a girl slobbering at his feet was to fuck her, and she would beg for more.
"You're a funny girl," he said.
"Thank you," I replied, not realizing that he was not complimenting me. I though he meant that I had a sense of humor.
"I mean that you're strange. What's this dancing bug that's gotten into you? You're all dolled up in some pink frilly dress and you think we're going to waltz in the moonlight?"
"Couldn't we?"
"No." That ended it once and for all. With Tom, I knew that we would never be the romantic couple I had so longed to be.
"Well," I finally said, "what would you like to do?"
He grinned again. He pointed down to his crotch and said, "This."
"Okay," I answered, wondering why he seemed to like my stroking his cock so much.
I began to fondle his dick even though it was sticky and covered with cum. He let me rub it until it started to get hard again. When I started to rub it really hard, waiting for the moment when his cock would erupt again, he stopped me.
"No, this time it's going to be different," he said. "This time I'm really going to slide my meat up your hole."
"My hole?"
"Your cunt, baby. Don't tell me you don't know you have a cunt. All girls have 'em. Golden ones, red ones, dark ones. You've got a dark one, I know."
"How do you know?" I asked, trying to joke.
Inside, however, I felt sick. I so wanted him to like me, and yet I knew that what he wanted to do with me was wrong.
"Baby, your hair is dark and that means all your hair is dark. Your pussy's going to be covered with your dark hair. But underneath that hair, baby, is going to be the hottest, juiciest piece of meat I know."
I started to tremble. I trembled both with excitement and fear. I wanted him to do whatever it was that he wished, but I was afraid that he would do just that.
I had never been fucked before. Oh, you probably won't believe that, looking at me now, would you? Well, it was true. Back in the days when I was young there was indeed a time when no man had penetrated my vagina, and I didn't even know what a guy really wanted from a girl. I know now. Boy, do I know now!
He put his hand on my dress and started to rub the area near my cunt. I felt a vague dizziness overtaking me. I let him touch me all over, until he started to reach underneath my dress and press the palm of his hand against my panties.
I could feel his finger pressing the silk into my gash. It thrilled me a bit because I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, but at the same time, I was afraid that he was going to hurt me.
"No, don't!" I said as he started to take down my panties.
"Don't what? Hey, Marianne, I thought you wanted it as much as I did. I didn't know you were a lesbian."
"A what?"
"A girl who likes girls."
"Well, sure I like girls. I like all my girlfriends. There's Alma, and she and I are very close, and there's..."
"Never mind..." He began to toy with my pussy hairs, and I let him. Everything I did or said seemed to irritate him, and I couldn't figure it out. Now, of course, I know it was because I didn't just rip off my clothing and beg to be fucked. It was both a blessing and a curse.
It was a blessing that I didn't crave to have his cock inside my cunt, because I became a challenge to him and he ultimately grew to like me and he married me. It was a curse for exactly the same reason.
I glanced out of the windows of the parked car. No one was even remotely in sight. I wished that a cop would pass by and shine a flashlight into the window. Anything to prevent my being hurt.
He pulled my dress up over my head. It covered my face and I couldn't see anything.
"Well, take the damned thing off!" he snarled when I complained.
I clumsily began to remove my dress, while he sat there impatiently. "It's off now," I said at last. "I can see that," he answered grumpily. He started once again to massage my bush underneath my panties, and, as he slowly pulled my panties down, he squirmed along the seat to climb on top of me.
"Oww! You're hurting me!" I complained as I felt his entire weight pressing down on my body.
"Christ!" he swore, and shifted his weight. His dick was really hard now, and I could feel it beginning to touch the tips of my pussy hairs. I was trembling inside, and trying to appear calm on the outside.
"Okay, baby, I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to love it. Just relax, baby, and let my cock ram the shit out of you."
"What!"
"Relax, it's just an expression. I'm going to make you feel really good, baby. Close your eyes and spread your legs."
I could feel the tip of his dick beginning to enter my pussy. It felt good at first, and I began to relax. Perhaps everything was going to be all tight after all.
His balls were still wet, and when I started to rub them, he began to plunge deeper into my hole. I felt a series of sharp pains, and I begged for him to stop.
"No way, baby!" he cried. "This time it's for real!" He started to press harder into my cunt, and I felt as if I would die.
"Stop! Help! Oww! You're hurting me! OWW!"
The expression on his face was one of sheer glee at my pain. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.
In fear, I pressed my fingers into his shoulder, not intending to hurt him, but just to relieve some of my own tensions. Apparently I had not trimmed my nails in weeks, and I cut into his flesh. He screamed so loud. I thought my eardrums would burst.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?" The blood started to trickle down his back and he withdrew his cock immediately from my pussy.
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" I shouted when I saw that he had been injured. "I didn't mean..."
"You didn't mean what? If you didn't want me to fuck you, why didn't you say so? Why do you have to go around hurting people? What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?"
He was furious. I had done it. He would never speak to me again, and we would never become friends. What was there about him that made me want him so much? More to the point, what was there about me that made me want him so much? He was, and is, a full-fledged card-carrying prick.
His cock was poised right up above my cunt. It bobbed and pulsed there, and the two of us lay together unmoving.
Without saying a word, he started to rub his dick slowly up my body away from my pussy until he was pressed up against my chest.
"Come on," he finally said as he moved his cock back and forth between my tits, "push your fucking tits together around my cock. That's it. Come on, don't act as dumb as you look."
I squeezed my breasts together and he rubbed his dick up against my flesh. It did feel good and I wondered why all guys didn't fuck all girls this way. It sure felt better than the other way.
The more I squeezed my tits together, the faster Tom started to pump. His prick was sliding back and forth along my chest, and I could feel his balls pressing into my skin.
His breathing got heavier and heavier. I knew from the last time that this meant he was close to coming, and I started to massage his balls as they slid along my body.
The tip of his cock became redder and redder as he tit-fucked me. I clasped my arms around his body and pulled him even closer into me. I really was enjoying this. I was sure I now knew what sex was all about.
"Baby, when I come, you better shut your fucking eyes!" he cried as he began to hump even faster. "I'm going to shoot gallons of cum at you!"
His dick seemed to be getting longer and harder. I could almost see the blood being pumped into his dick and I felt the heat permeating through my skin.
His cock rocked back and forth rapidly. His balls quivered with excitement. He was going wild.
Suddenly, he screamed wildly. I felt the hot sticky sperm shooting out of his dick and jetting into my face.
"I'm coming!" he screamed. "Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Get fucked! I'm coming! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!!"
The thick goop shot out at me. I became covered with sperm. I felt it sliding and dripping all over my face.
"Lick it up!" he cried. "Lick up my fucking cum!"
My entire face was awash in sperm. My mouth was soaking in it. It was into my hair and up my nose. I couldn't escape it. His cream was everywhere.
"Come on!" he begged. "Lick it! Drink that cream, baby!" He tried to force him sperm into my mouth. He pushed it between my lips and ordered me to swallow it.
I tried to resist. I didn't know what that substance was. He began to get really mad and started to slap my tits with his cock, telling me that he was going to tam his dick up my hole so hard it'd rip me apart if he didn't get his scum eaten.
I had no choice. I didn't want him to fuck me, and I began to lick the hot sperm.
It didn't taste so bad, and as I dipped my fingers into his cream and then licked off my fingers, I was actually pleased that he had forced me to do it.
"That's it, baby!" he cried. "That's it! Lick that goo, baby. Lick it. I'm gonna give you more of it, too. I'm going to give you so much cream that you'll drown in it!"
His cock still dripped. I didn't know how many times a guy could shoot sperm at me. I guess at that time I thought he could do it endless numbers of times.
I was now soaking wet. His cum had dripped all over me, and I felt encrusted as it began to dry.
"You look great," he said to me. "You are hereby pronounced the cum-queen."
I smiled. He seemed to be genuinely warm to me now.
He climbed off my body and undid his pants. I thought it was because he was now going to fuck me, but he put his cock back into his jeans and told me to get dressed.
"Next date I'll fuck you for sure," he said, though kindly this time. "You'll enjoy it. You won't be hurt, I promise you."
"Couldn't we do this again?" I asked. "I liked it."
"Oh, we will, we will. But we'll do everything else, too. You know, Marianne, I like you. You're the first girl I didn't fuck on the first date, and I think that I like you because of it. I'll still have something to look forward to."
I was so pleased. He was going to ask me out again! I guessed that the first date with such a popular young man was just going to be the only painful one. After this one, everything would be simply peachy.
He did fuck me on our next date, and, I might mention, it hurt like hell. It even hurt after he broke my cherry. I hurt for days. But do you know what? On our third date, he took me dancing.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom was something in those days. He was handsome, dashing, and, I might add, a good lay. I knew, after the first time that he fucked me, why all the girls loved him so much. His cock could bring such exquisite pleasure to a girl's cunt, that I personally know a dozen girls who would have died for him. I, of course, was the only one who did. I married him.
Things started to sour shortly after our marriage. Oh, I knew he liked other women, but it took a few years to realize that he not only liked them, he loved them. He fucked just about every girl he laid eyes on.
And that's what I really can't stand about him. The hypocrisy. "The scandal, think of the scandal," he said when he found out I had been fucked by one of my students. What scandal? He was the one who threatened to turn it into one. He was going to broadcast it to the world if I didn't get the hell out of his life and fucking fast.
I guess he wanted to bring all his little girlfriends home. He will be able to now that I'm no longer there. And if you think that our children will inhibit him, think again. Not on a bet. "Why, Carolyn, want to see your father fuck? Come on in and watch. Then I'll fuck you."
Well, that's a bit hypocritical of me. After all, I shouldn't criticize him on that score. What I wouldn't give to make it with my son Gary!
Damn! It's time to get to work, and I haven't even finished this fucking bottle of booze yet. Well, here's to me. To you. To us.
You know, I was a schoolteacher. A teacher! I was looked up to in the community. I had respect. I had prestige. And I was a good teacher. A fucking good teacher (no pun intended). And look at me now. A drunken, whining, slobbering slut. Would you want your children to be taught by me? Not now you wouldn't.
Tell me honestly. What did I do that was so wrong? I didn't kill anyone. Murderers get away scot-free nowadays. I didn't steal. I didn't hurt anyone. I just offended the community's sense of morality. And I did it to help. Not for pleasure, though it was pleasurable. I did it to help Ronald Warren. He was so unaware of his own body, his own sexuality, his own manhood. He's a better man today because of what I did, and I've been destroyed by it.
Can I honestly say that I had no idea of what the consequences for my action would be? I didn't think about it. My sole desire at the time was to help Ronald become aware of himself I did not calculate or weigh the advantages or the disadvantages of letting him fuck me. I just let it happen. I am not a calculating woman.
And for my pains I am destroyed. I cannot teach. I cannot live with my family. By now, I'm sure my children hate me. God knows what lies Thomas has told Carolyn and Gary. He told me that he would say I had contracted some disease and needed a rest. He probably said that I was some moral degenerate and had to be put away for my own sake and theirs. God, do I hate that man!
So what do I do now? Instead of teaching, I wait on tables. Instead of instructing the young, I serve the old and decrepit and creepy. Edie's Diner does not attract the carriage trade.
Edie is a remarkable woman, though. She runs the place with great efficiency and enthusiasm. And charm. She's a great woman. I stay there only because of Edie.
Edie doesn't know about my former life. I lied to her when I applied for the job. "Of course I'm experienced," I said. She meant waitressing. I meant the other thing.
But the customers are something else. God knows where they come from. They are almost all dirty and they are all lecherous. Every one of them has tried to get inside my pants. Literally. Especially Benny. He actually once put his hand right up my skirt and felt me up. I wasn't wearing panties, and he immediately broadcast to all the other guys in the diner that I had a hairy pussy.
Well, I had better put some new clothes on. These all smell like cunt. My cunt-juice is all over them.
Edie always likes it when the waitresses wear something sexy. Even though she knows that it excites her men customers. She does it, she says, because otherwise they wouldn't come in. I guess she's right. If there were no customers, there would be no diner and if there was no diner, there would be no job for me.
Well, at least the one nice thing about this lousy hotel is that there is at least an elevator. It sometimes works, too. There's nothing worse than having to climb up six flights to your room. Six ugly flights. The only other hotels I could afford, though, were now here near Edie's.
At least I can walk to work. It's only ten minutes each way, and if the weather is nice, I sometimes go for a long walk before I finally get there.
Waiting for the damn elevator is another problem, though. I wish they would make it an automatic one. Waiting for Tony to finally get his ass in gear can take all day.
You ring and ring and ten minutes later, he's mumbling and cursing all the way up. You'd think that I'd interrupted something important. Like his drinking. Well, maybe I had.
"Down?" My. He's attractive.
"What happened to Tony?"
"He's drying out." The kid laughed. Everyone laughs at Tony's drinking. It's a good thing he drives an elevator cab and not a taxi or something. The worst thing he can do is to miss the floor and have to go back.
He is cute. And with those piercing eyes, I'm going to enjoy these elevator rides. Maybe I can say I forgot something and go back up?
"Thanks. Oh, what's your name?"
"Frank."
"Marianne." What a smile! Such white teeth. I wonder if he hasn't thought of going to Hollywood and becoming an actor?
If only Edie weren't so strict about being on time. I'd love to find out how this one is in bed. I bet he's dynamite. Just look at how handsome he is! I can almost feel my cunt getting ready and juiced up for him. I bet his cock is big, too.
"Thank you, Frank. I hope you'll be on the job for a while."
"I hope to be, ma'am. I'm working my way through school and I need the job. I have it until Tony comes back."
Should I wish Tony a quick recovery? That would be the decent thing to do. Well, maybe he won't come back after he's well. Then everyone can be happy.
"Hi, Edie."
"Hello, Marianne. How's your ass?" That's Edie's greeting for you. A jolly old soul. She looked like she saw quite a bit of action in her day.
"Hi, gorgeous. What's on the menu today? How's the hot pussy today? Is it fresh?"
"No, but you are, Benny. Benny! Keep your hands to yourself."
"I gave that up when I was a teenager, Marianne. I'd rather keep my hands to someone else."
"Obviously."
"Suzie don't mind when I touch her."
"Then touch Suzie." Suzie is the other waitress. She's young. She doesn't know that she could get a man more attractive than Benny. She giggles when he touches her. Someday he's going to fuck her.
"I'm going out, Marianne. Watch out for any trouble." Edie often leaves the place during the day. I don't know where she goes, but she comes back happy. I bet she has a lover.
I hate it when she leaves, though. The customers get more aggressive. I'd better watch out for Benny. He sure is horny today.
Where is Benny, for that matter. He was just here. He didn't eat yet, so he couldn't have gone. Probably in the john beating off, despite what he says.
"Hey, lady, where's my omelet?"
"Coming right up, sir." He's a new customer. Thinks this is the fucking Ritz. But Edie says service with a smile. Better go check on the chef. What's taking him so long with that fucking omelet?
HOLY SHIT!! "Suzie! You get back to work! Your customers are screaming!" Will you look at that! "Benny, you get out of the kitchen! Customers don't belong here!"
"She invited me."
"Suzie, stop that!"
Benny has his hand up Suzie's dress, and she's loving it. Look at him go. She's longing for it. I can tell a woman in heat. She wants him to fuck her and... Christ! His dick is hanging out. It's hard and she's starting to rub it.
"Don't you dare, Suzie! Stop this at once! This is a restaurant!"
"It's some cheap diner," she retorted.
"Well, you don't have to be cheap, too."
She's doing it! She's getting down on her knees and she's starting to suck him off I can't stop them. If only Edie were here!
"Oh, baby, suck it! Suck that meat, Suzie baby! Suck my fucking hard cock!"
Her lips are closing around his long pecker, and she's slowly moving her face back and forth. His pants are down to the floor, and she's reaching in back of him and starting to rub her fingers into his ass-crack.
"My balls, baby! Lick my balls!"
Her tongue's coating his balls now. She's really going wild. How can she do this on the job?
Benny is reaching into Suzie's blouse. Her tits are really large and look at those nipples! Christ, they look as if they've been sucked on by every guy in the world!
"Ohhhhh!" she's groaning. Look at her move. Her whole face is pressed right up to his body. His balls are about to enter her mouth.
She's not sucking his whole cock. I don't believe it! I'm starting to feel hot myself. My cunt-juice is starting to flow.
Now she's holding his prick in one hand as she licks the tip. Her tongue is going wild, flicking all over his hot meat. She's rubbing his shaft as she sucks it. She's going to make him come all over the place.
She's massaging his balls now. On, I want a cock inside my pussy now. I want it!
I hope Edie doesn't come back now. I want to get fucked. My cunt is so wet now! I'm really hot! Ohhh, I want a thick prick inside me. I want to get fucked!
"Oh, Suzie baby, your tongue's so hot! Lick my balls all over! Make me come in your mouth. I want to shoot, baby! Suck me off! Ohh, eat that cock!"
He's ramming his prick all the way into her throat. She's taking it all the way in. It looks as if she's about to swallow his entire dick. His balls are pressed up hard on her lips. Look at his whole body tremble. Ohhh, if it were only me who was sucking his cock!
"I'm coming, baby! Take it! Eat that cock! Drink my juice, baby! I'm coming! Ohhhh! Suck me off! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
He's smashing his cock into her face. Look at the way his sperm is dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin! He's squeezing her tits while he's shooting.
His cock is still dripping. He's taken it out of her mouth, and he's still coming. Wow, Benny sure had it in him all right.
I can't stand it any more. I want to get fucked. I want someone to slide his cock into me. Ohh, please someone fuck me.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!!" Edie screamed.
"Oh, Edie, we, we were just, we were just checking, checking on Benny's order. Oh, that's all, Edie, that's all!" Suzie is really up-tight now. She's terrified that Edie caught her giving head to one of the customers.
"Benny, you get your dick back inside and get out of the kitchen!"
"Yes, Edie." He has a smirk on his face. What a smug son of a bitch! Ha! He's staining his pants. He'll have to walk about all day with a cum-spot in front of him.
"And you, young lady, get back to work."
"Yes, Edie." She's wiping her chin with a napkin. God, that girl's covered with cum.
I'm still hot, though. Now I'll never get through the rest of the day. Well, I better get that guy's omelet. He's probably so hungry I wouldn't be surprised if he's eaten the dishes.
"Hey! Where'd the guy who ordered this omelet go? Christ, Edie, the nerve of some people. They order food, and then leave after we've prepared it for them."
"Well, don't let it bother you. There are always more customers."
And how! Another new guy, and this one is, Christ, it's Gary! No, it just looked like him. I could have sworn it was my son. His spitting image, that's for sure.
"Hey, that's my table."
"You take mine, Suzie. And don't argue with me. You're lucky you didn't get fired just now."
Good. That takes care of her. "May I help you? Would you like to see a menu? The veal is very good today and so is the clam chowder."
"You mean it isn't good other days?"
He's got a sense of humor. Good. I like that in a man. I even like it in a boy, which he is.
"It's terrific other days. It's just good today."
"What else it good today?"
Baby, wouldn't you like to know! "The stew is good. It's always good."
"Stew is fine. And I want lots of bread."
"Here you are. Anything else?" Please.
"No, thanks. Can't eat too much. Got to get back to work."
"You working around here?"
"Sure. Over at Davis' Construction. Building the new wing to the school. Today is my first day, so I guess I'll be in here quite a bit."
Hooray! "What do you actually do?"
"I'm a carpenter."
"I'd love to watch you work. Would you mind?" Was I being too bold and forward? Good, if I was. That's how you do it nowadays. No pussy-footing.
No beating around the bush.
"Sure. C'mon over now. I mean when I finish eating."
"I'd love to, but I gotta work until four. What time do you stop?"
"Five. You can watch me cut up the planks for an hour. It's boring, though. I warn you."
I wonder if he knows what I really want to do. I bet he does. He's got a brain, that one. Muscles and a head. Delicious!
"Excuse me, but you have a carpenter working here. Dark hair, about six feet tall. Kind of dimply smile." Why is the foreman looking at me like that?
"That must be Paul. He expecting you?"
"Yes. Tell him Marianne the waitress is here."
They won't let me onto the site. I guess he didn't know that when he suggested I could come watch him.
Here's the foreman again. "He said to wait. He'll be done soon."
"Thanks." Okay, so I'll wait. My. Look at all those guys around here. How come I never saw this construction site? I must be blind. Every one of them is more gorgeous than the next. Why are all construction workers so handsome? Do they have to pass an appearance test, a beauty contest before they are given jobs?
There's the whistle. It must be five. They'll all streaming out now. My goodness. I'd love to have each one of them in my bed. Why am I so horny? Is it because of Paul? Or is it because he reminds me of Gary? I can't be normal. It isn't natural for a mother to want to fuck with her own son, and yet I do.
I know Gary has a big cock. I saw it quite by accident when he was in the bathroom and had forgotten to lock the door.
His hand was wrapped around his meat and he was beating it furiously. He was going so wild that he didn't notice I had opened the door. Or did he? Anyway, it was such a turn-on. I waited for him to shoot his load against the wall, and then, as he cleaned it up, I went back to my room and slid a candle up my cunt, pretending it was Gary's prick.
Ever since then, I have wanted to have my son's dick inside my cunt. Whether it's normal or not, though, I want it. What I wouldn't give to have Gary fuck me!
"Hi. I see you remembered."
"Sure, I remembered, I wanted to watch you work, but they wouldn't let me up."
"They'll all go home now, and I've still something to do. It's against regulations, but what the fuck. Just be careful, okay?"
"Sure." I was thrilled. He led me onto the site after the foreman and everyone else had gone, and I watched him as he started to saw some boards in half.
He was getting all hot and sweaty. "You don't mind if I take my shirt off, do you?"
"Why no, go right ahead if it'll make you feel more comfortable." Do I mind indeed! He could take his pants off for that matter. I wish he would, too. I bet he's got a big prick between his legs!
"Thanks. Some ladies feel kind of funny with a guy who's half-naked." I'm beginning to feel funny as he's pulling that T-shirt over his head. Look at those stomach muscles! He's tanned and smooth. My knees feel weak. I'd better sit down.
"Hey, you look a little pale. Maybe you shouldn't be here."
"No, I'm all fight. Hard day's work and all that."
"You have to be careful around here. If you're not quick, you're liable to get hurt."
"I'm all right. Thanks. Could we go up there?"
"Up there? You mean on top of the girders? That's dangerous, you could get hurt, especially the way you feel."
"I feel fine, Paul. Really I do."
"I'm not supposed to be here myself, and you certainly shouldn't. We could both get hurt."
"Please? There's a flat surface it looks like up there, where one of the floors is being built. Right on top, you see it? Let's try."
"Okay, if you're game."
Wow! This view is terrific. I can even see my hotel from here. It's windy, though. I hope the floor is secure.
"Great, isn't it? I love it. I love the way the wind feels against my body. I feel like I'm riding my bike."
"You have a motorcycle?"
"Yeah. Or had. I couldn't meet the payments so it was taken away from me. That's why I had to get this job. I want to get it back."
"I wonder how it'd feel to ride into the wind on a bike," I said. "You look like you're feeling terrific."
"Terrific isn't the word. I'd love to feel that wind all over my body."
We're surrounded by nothing but open air and steel girders. No walls. Just a floor. Not even a ceiling. It's like riding in an open-air airplane.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!"
"My God, are you all fight? You almost slipped. We don't belong up here. I should never have let you in."
"No, no, I'm all right. Thank you for catching me. Let me catch my breath. Thank you. I'm okay."
"Let's go down."
"No, Paul. I want to stay up here. Just hold onto me, that's all. I'll be all right."
"We should sit down. Standing up isn't wise."
"Just keep hold of me. Don't let me go."
"Sure." His grip is really tight. I'm beginning to feel warm and tingly the way he's touching me. I wonder if he's feeling anything. I really can't tell. His pants don't seem to be bulging in front.
His eyes are steely blue, just like the sky. There's something hard and powerful about him. I wonder how he fucks. Probably like a pile-driver.
If I just put my hand on his shoulder. He can't object, can he? I'm beginning to go wild inside. My cunt's so hot it feels like it's on fire. I'm burning up inside. I want him so much. I want Paul to fuck me.
Maybe if I lean back. "I just want to look up at the sky."
"It is beautiful up here," he answered. Good. He's still holding onto me. We're both looking up. Maybe if I snuggled up to him.
Ahh, that feels good. My side is pressing against his. Is he responding at all?
His crotch seems so delicious. If I could just pull down his zipper, just reach in and feel what must be a gorgeous hunk of meat. Would he think I'm crazy? Would he toss me nine flights down?
No. He wouldn't! His hand is slowly moving across the top of my body. I can feel it approaching my tits.
"You're a lovely woman," he said. "You are really beautiful."
"Thank you," I said. I could barely manage to say that. His touch is so firm yet gentle.
Now I see it. I can see the slight stirrings of his prick inside his fly. The tip is pushing up the way a new plant edges up the soil.
"Yes, so beautiful. You're a wonderful woman, Marianne." I can feel his hand reaching into my blouse. He's surprised and pleased that I'm not wearing a bra. I can feel my nipples starting to get hard.
"Oh, that's so good. That's beautiful!" He's caressing my tits now. Ohhh, I'm going to explode inside. My cunt is boiling. My juices are flowing and I can feel my panties getting all wet.
Look how hard his dick is getting! His zipper is going to burst, I can tell. I want to reach out and touch his bulging crotch.
He's bending over me now, and I feel like I'm floating on air. Ohh, his lips are so warm. My nipples are so hard they're brittle. Bite my nipples, oh, please do with me as you please! Do anything at all with me! Touch me, kiss me all over!
I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He's rolled over and now he's licking both my tits as he cups them in his hands.
Ahh, I can touch his zipper. Let me unzip your fly, Paul. Ohh, I feel dizzy! He's big. He's hard. Ohh, that cock feels good.
He must have nine inches at least. And it's thick. I'm reaching in and taking out his prick and I can feel the blood pounding through his veins. His cock is so beautiful.
He's sighing softly as I stroke his meat. His balls seem heavy and laden with juice. I want all of it. I want his long hard cock pounding away within my cunt. I must have it. Ohhh, his cock is warm and juicy!
He's reaching inside my skirt. He'll feel how wet my cunt is. He's going to drown in my pussy-juice.
"Stand up, Paul. I want to see your dick swinging over me. I want to see it."
"Sure," he said. He's grinning. I guess he knows the power of his cock. He knows what he's got.
His balls are as big as oranges. I want all of his jizz. I want to feel every drop of his cum swishing around in my pussy. I want to be filled up with his fuck-cream.
"Take off your skirt and panties, Marianne." He's giving me orders as he stands up above me with his cock standing as straight as he is. I'll do anything, anything for him.
I can feel the wind rushing by my cunt. My pussy feels cool now. The wind feels like it's fucking me. Oh, I want that cock! Don't stand there now with your meat in the air. Fuck me, ohhh, I want it!
"You're more beautiful without clothes," he said. "You are a stunning woman."
"Thank you." I'm offering him my hand. I want to pull him down to me. His cock is bobbing up and down. It's purplish-red, particularly at the head. Look at that piss-slit. It's a large opening. He must shoot a lot of sperm.
Now he's slowly lowering his body against mine. Ahhh, his cock feels good as he tickles my pussy hairs with the tip. My legs are spread wide for him. My cunt's beginning to heat up again. The juices are flowing really rapidly now.
Come on, fuck me! Ohh, please don't torture me like this! Fuck me! I want it! Please! My pussy's so hot!
He's getting up. He doesn't want me! I'm going to die. I'm going to throw myself down nine stories.
"What did you want? Why did you get back up?"
"I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers. Let's see your fingers sliding in and out of your pussy."
Gladly! It's not as good as his dong, but it does feel good. I love to diddle my snatch like this. My cunt-juice is coating my fingers and it's so hot, so wet.
"Come on, spread those legs. Let's look inside while you fuck yourself. Let's see your hot red shiny pussy."
"Please fuck me, Paul. Oh, I want it! Please! Your cock's so thick and long. Please! I've got to have it! You've got to fuck me!"
"I'll fuck you, baby! I wouldn't miss a chance like this. I want to fuck you, but I want to watch you fuck yourself first. Come on, ram those fingers up your fucking cunt! That's it, baby! Fuck yourself really hard! Make yourself scream!"
The guy is driving me wild. My ass is getting sore from so much banging up on the hard wood. I hope I don't break through.
"Fuck yourself with both hands now. Come on. I want to beat my dick while you smash your fucking fingers all the way up your hot slit!"
He's driving me crazy! I can't stand it!
"Fuck me! Ohh, please fuck me! I want that meat! I want that cock! Fuck me, ohh, please I beg you! Please fuck me!"
"Why do you want me to fuck you?"
"Because your cock's so big! Because it's so hard! I want it! Oh, you're beautitul! You're so handsome! Your dick's so big! Please! My cunt's hot for it! I'm hot for your prick, Paul! Please ram it up my cunt! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
Ahhhh, his dick is pressing hard against my pussy-lips. There! Ahhh, it's sliding in.
His balls are squished up against my beaver. His balls must be getting coated with my pussy-juice. I feel really hot, and I know that my twat-syrup is pouring out wildly.
"Deeper! Ohhhh! More! Ohhhh!!"
I can't stand it! He's fucking me really hard! I love it! His dick is slamming right between my legs!
His whole body is pressing hard against mine. He's crushing me, and I love it! I want to be crushed! I want to be loved! I want to be fucked!
"Ahhhh, that's it! Oh, baby, your cock's so hard! Ohhh!"
His tongue is kissing my tits. I love it! I want him to suck hard on my tits and nipples and drive me insane.
Christ, what is he doing? He's reaching underneath me, and starting to slide a finger up my asshole. Ohhh, that's good! I'm getting fucked twice! I love it! Fuck me, ohhhh!!
"Baby, you're good. Your pussy's really hot. Ohhh, I'm going to fill you up, baby! You're going to have hot cum all over the inside!"
"Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, my cunt's boiling over! Fuck me, Paul! Ohhhh, I want it harder! Fuck me more! Ram your dick all the way! Ahhhh! Oh, baby, that's it! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
His long even strokes are making me insane. His cock seems to be able to find new depths every time he plunges in.
Those balls are slapping hard against my pussy. I want to take in his balls, too. I want his whole piece of meat to be sliding into my cunt.
His finger is all the way up my asshole. I can't take it any more. The pleasure is too great!
"Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhh! My cunt's going wild! Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me! Please ram your cock in harder! Ohhhh, it's so good!"
"I'm going to come, baby! I'm going to really smash you! Oh, your cunt's hot! Oh, I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Get fucked, baby! Get fucked good and hard! Ohhhhh! I'm coming!"
I can feel his thick hot fuck-cream jetting out of his dick and filling me up. It's so warm and thick. Ohhhh, it's good.
"Fuck me harder! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I can hardly catch my breath! It was wonderful. "Thank you," he said. He's so charming. His warm all-encompassing smile makes me feel good all over.
His dick is still inside my cunt, and I wish that he'd never need to take it out. I can feel his sperm oozing out of my hole, and it's beginning to slide down my leg. I don't care. I want to be covered with this stud's cum.
"Lou really shot a lot," I told him. "I could feel it coming and coming."
"You made me hot. Your pussy was dynamite!"
Ah, he's sliding his dick out. I can still see the tip covered with cum. It looks so tempting. If only a guy's cock could remain hard forever and never get soft. I wonder how long it would take him to get hard again.
Some guys can keep a hard-on after sex and fuck again, but after two times, it gets soft. Some guys need a little time, like an hour or so before they're ready to fuck again. And some need days. Or weeks.
Paul is a real stud. I bet he can come three times without stopping. I've heard that some guys come a dozen times in a row, but I wonder if that's true. Somehow, good things like that never are.
"We ought to be getting down now," said Paul. Damn! And I was just beginning to hope that we could stay up here all night and watch the stars come out.
"Couldn't we stay just a little longer?" Is he afraid that he can't get it up again? Could that be why he wants to go down?
Nope. "I'd love to stay and fuck you again, but there'll be a night watchman coming along at six-thirty. I could lose my job. I'd love to fuck you again, though. My prick's getting hard again."
It sure was. It looked as long and as hard as before. I want to reach out and touch it. His balls are so beautiful. They must contain even more jizz. I want some more. Maybe I could invite him back to my hotel. They wouldn't mind over there. Lots of girls bring up men.
"Could we spend the evening together?"
"I'd love to. But I can't."
"Oh." I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Lucky girl.
"I'll see you tomorrow, though. You working tomorrow?"
"You bet. And the food will be even better."
"It was pretty good today. Well, let's get down. I hope this fucking elevator works. I'd hate to have to toss you down nine stories." He laughed. Some sense of humor, that one.
It worked. "See you tomorrow then?"
"Sure."
I wonder how many times we can fuck before he gets tired of me. Why should he want to be with a woman who's older than he is? He must have lots of young girls. Why is it always the young girls who get the young boys? I want a young one all to myself.
I feel really great. That boy did me a world of good. My whole being is alive. There's nothing like a good fuck, if you pardon my being so fucking crude.
I think I'm going to hate going back to my room at the Eagle Hotel, though. The smell of booze will be overpowering. Besides, that's my feel-sorry-for myself room. I don't feel that way now, and I don't want to go back there.
What I really want to do is see my family. I know that if I set foot in Parker City, I'll be run out on a rail, but maybe I'll sneak up behind the house and peer in.
No, that's not a very good idea. They'll recognize my car anyway. As worn as Thomas sees me, he'll call the sheriff.
I haven't done anything wrong, though. Why shouldn't I see my family if I want to? I promise not to do anything I shouldn't. I promise not to cause any more scandals.
No, I take that back. It's just as well I don't go back. As soon as I see Gary, I know what I'll do. Have you ever seen a woman rape a man?
CHAPTER FIVE
What I really would love to do, other than suck off my son, that is, would be to go to the park and wander around at night looking at the stars. It's very romantic. If only I had someone to be romantic with.
It's so deserted here. Unlike some of the big cities, this park is safe. Only an occasional couple, arm in arm, walking around the lake, and a more occasional police officer are ever around.
It's like the park that Tom took me to the first night I went out with him. There I was in my pink frilly dress and he was trying to fuck me. It's funny now, but it wasn't then.
Idly I start feeling the ducks the rest of my orange.
"Hey, lady, you can't do that." What the fuck?
"Oh. Sorry, officer. I didn't know."
"Can't you read?"
"What? Ohhhh, I'm sorry, I didn't see the sign."
"There's a fine for that, you know. Fifty dollars."
I'll have to take you in and give you a summons. "But I don't have fifty dollars!"
"That's tough. Get it. Maybe the judge will listen to your sob story, but not me, sister. What's your name?"
"Marianne Baker. I live at the Eagle Hotel. Look, could we just forget the fine? I'm really sorry, and I can't afford fifty dollars. Here, I have five. Will you take that and forget about the summons?"
"Ohhh, a bribe. Well, well. You think you can offer money to an officer of the law and have him neglect his duty? Is that what you think?"
"Why, no, but..."
"You're really in trouble now. First, you broke the law against feeding the ducks. Two, you offered me a bribe. You're in a fine mess now, lady."
"Hey, don't touch me!" The nerve! "And three, resisting arrest."
"What?"
"You resisted arrest by pushing me away."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just was afraid that you..."
"Yes? That I was what? That I was going to molest you? Is that what you were afraid of? Well, do men always molest you? What do you do to provoke them? You provoke them and then when they respond, you turn them away, making them frustrated. You're not a very nice person, lady. Me and my nightstick don't like you."
He's crazy. Why is he holding his nightstick like that? That billy club is dangerous.
"See here, lady, you're in one hell of a mess. You know, I could have you put away for a long time."
"Why, because I gave a duck a piece of orange?"
"Don't get fresh! Old dickie boy doesn't like fresh women."
"Who is dickie boy?" As if I couldn't guess.
"This club here. We work as a team. And he don't like women with smart tongue, got that?"
Hey! What's he doing with it? He's pushing me up against a tree. I wish there were someone else around. I'm getting scared.
"Now you just relax, lady. Don't you worry about a thing. You're in a mess of trouble, but I think that we can straighten things out."
There's something funny about this cop. I can see it in his eyes. He's weird. He's deranged. Uh-oh. He's starting to push that fucking club at me.
"Oww, that hurts!"
"Oh, lady has a stomachache? This club hurting your belly?"
"Ooooh, let me rub and make it all better." The cop is trying to massage my stomach. Maybe I ought to kick him in the balls.
"Hey, lady, just relax. Don't get up-tight, because it's just going to hurt a bit more if you are. Relax, take it nice and easy."
I'm beginning to feel real fear. Maybe I should scream. I don't think anyone would hear me, though, and he might get frightened and kill me.
"Yes, just relax. Mmm, your body feels so nice through your clothes. I wonder what it would feel like underneath those clothes. Pretty clothes, too. Let me look at them closer. Oh, yes, you're a real pretty lady. Ohhh, no bra? A libber? How nice."
"Don't touch me there!"
"Ohhh? Why not? Is there something wrong with your tits? Why shouldn't I touch them? I think I will now. I love your tits. They're so fleshy and creamy. Ohhhhhh, your nipples are like little sticks. I wonder how they'd feel if I sucked on them."
Christ! I'm going to be sick. He's licking my nipples now. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a pair of brass knuckles!
"Hey, lady, you wouldn't be getting any ideas about pushing me away, would you? Because if you are, I'm going to rap you one with old dickie boy. This here stick is hard. Feel it, baby. Feel my billy club."
"Owww! Don't push your stick there. That hurt!"
"Good. If you'd relax, it wouldn't hurt. Just relax, and feel real good, lady. Come on, let's see what you feel like underneath your panties. You do wear panties, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, let's see if they're nice and warm. I bet you're wetting them. I bet you're already wet with your hot juice."
I could kill him. He's pushing me down on the gound now. "Hey! Get your fucking hand out of there! That's private!"
"Ain't nothing private about you, lady. You look like you're as public as you can be. Now don't fight me. It's only going to hurt you more. Just relax, ahhh, that's it, just let me get my hand inside your panties. Your cunt feels tight, lady. I told you to relax. Maybe this will help you to relax!"
What the fuck! He's pressing his nightstick against my panties. Ohh, no! He's not going to do that! Help! Help! My God, he's going to kill me! He's going to rip me apart!
"Okay, lady, you asked for it. Let's get your clothes off. Come on, you touch me and you'll get your head bashed. I'll rip them off, lady. Okay, there. That wasn't so painful. Now let's see just how your panties are doing. They'd better be wet. It won't hurt so much."
"Ahhhhh! Owwww! That hurts! Get that club away from me! Help! Help me! Someone help me!"
"Ain't no one going to hear you, lady. This stick's going to be shoved all the way up your fucking cunt, so you better relax and enjoy it. You stay tight, and you'll get hurt."
That club hurts! It's two feet long. He can't possibly slide it all the way into me. Oh, my God, he's going to kill me!
"Ohhh, you're going to really get fucked. Look at that stick go! Your pussy's going to feel that stick, baby! You've got a lot of pussy hair, so you better start getting wet. Come on, baby, let's see some cunt-juice on that brown stick!"
"Stop! Owww! It hurts! It hurts!" I can't stand it! That club is being driven deeper and deeper into my body. I want to die! I want to scream. Owwww! My body is racked with pain.
"Ooooh, look at your pussy. It's so sore! It's so red! Wow! I love fucking with my old friend here. Look at him go!"
"What's the matter, you can't get your own stick up?"
"Hey! No one talks to me like that! Feel this! Come on, put your fucking hand right between my lets. I'll show you who can't get what up."
I could rip my nails into his cock. That ought to send him away screaming. I could tear off his fucking prick and balls.
"And don't try no funny stuff, lady. If you do, I'll rip your fucking cunt open! I can do it. That stick can kill you."
He's right. At least if he were fucking me with his own prick. Why does he have to use his nightstick? I am going to scream. I can't help it.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! It hurts! OWWWWWWW!"
"Hey! I said no screaming! Come on, lady, one more time, and you'll be a dead duck that can't eat no oranges. Now feel that cock. Come on, rub your fucking hands all over my fly. Feel how hard it is. It's as hard as my wooden stick. Ahh, that's good. Just rub it up and down. Here, now feel my balls. Come on, feel those balls. They're big and heavy, right?"
"Please don't hurt me. Why don't you just fuck me? I can't take this any more! Just fuck me."
"You didn't answer my question. Tell me how my balls feel to you? Well? Come on, lady. How do my balls feel?"
"Your balls feel terrific. I'd love to feel your cock and balls against my pussy. Please do it."
"You really want it? Okay, just relax. When I see pussy-juice on that billy club, I'll start fucking you. Just rub my cock, that's it. Just rub my balls and cock. Feel how big I am. I'm a fucking big guy and I'm going to fuck the Goddamn shit out of you."
He's sliding that stick in and out of my pussy. At least it doesn't hurt the way it did before. He's starting to slide that stick out. Ohh, that does feel good. My pussy hurts. It's burning. It's all red and sore.
"Ahh, now your pussy's wet. I bet you're glad that I'm going to fuck you, right? Answer me."
"You're right. I do want you to fuck me. I want your cock to fuck me. Please fuck me."
"I knew you'd want it. That's why I use that stick. It makes the women all want my cock instead of trying to push me away. Now you're going to be really fucked. Your cunt's all hot and juicy now. Mmmmm, it looks really good. Now unzip my pants and feel my cock in the flesh."
His zipper is bulging. I hope I hurt him when I take down his fly. Damn! He didn't even wince. His cock is pretty big. It's poking through his fly. He's got a really thick cock. I wonder if it'll feel any better than that stick did.
"You like that cock? It's going to really please you, baby. You're going to feel that meat shoved up between your legs, lady. Now you'll really get fucked!"
His balls are thick and heavy. He's probably been storing it up for a year. If the only way he gets women is to molest them in the park, then I wouldn't doubt it.
"Come on, play with that meat. I don't want it to get soft. Keep your fucking hands on it. Rub it, and nib it all over! Ahhhh, that's it. Just keep stroking my dick when I start to fuck you. And keep your fingers rubbing against my balls. I want to feel really good, and if I feel good, you'll feel good. Got that?"
"Yeah, I got it. Your cock is pretty thick. I bet you please a lot of women." Ha!
"You bet I do. My cock is king. I fuck anyone I want to, and that's why I'm fucking you. I wanted you the second I saw you, and there was no way for you to get away from me."
"So you lied about the ducks."
"Naw, you just made it easier for me. I can still arrest you. I'm an officer of the law."
His prick has started to press into my cunt. I can feel that cock-head sliding between my cunt-lips. It's pretty thick, but it won't hurt me that way that damn stick did.
"Oh! Th-that feels good, lady. Your pussy makes my dick feel really good. Your juices are moving now, lady. Your hot cunt-juice is all over my cock. Ohhhhhh, I'm going to ram you with my meat, lady. Ohhh, that feels so food. Get fucked, lady, get fucked!"
His dick is sliding all the way in. Ohhh, my cunt feels good now. I love a hard cock inside my hole! I love getting fucked.
That nightstick must have prepared my pussy because it's all hot and creamy now. His cock goes in easier than others that aren't as thick. Now my pussy feels great.
His balls are pressing up against my cunt, tickling my beaver. It feels great, but funny, to have such thick balls trying to force their way into my hole. I wonder if it would be possible to get those balls into my cunt. I guess not.
"Ohhhhh, your cunt is hot, baby! Now aren't you sorry you resisted me before? I know my dick pleases you. You have no choice, but I know that if you did, you'd ask me to fuck you."
His dock's all the way into my box, and he's starting to pump his meat back and forth. Ohhh, that does feel good. I can't help it. I love hard cock. It sends shivers of pleasure all the way through me.
"Baby, tell me how much you want my meat. Come on, lady. Talk to me. I want your pussy. Tell me you want your pussy filled with my cock."
His hands are rubbing my tits. Ohhh, I can feel my nipples getting all hard and erect. Pleasure is taking over my body. I feel enveloped by hot ecstasy. Ohhh, that's good.
"I want more! I want more cock!" I can't help myself I do want it. He's a rotten guy, but what a fucker! He sure knows how to please, even if he forces himself on women.
"You're going to get more, baby! More cock! Ohhh, I'm going to ram you so full of cock-meat, you will beg me to fuck you over and over again."
I can feel his whole weight trying to push though my pussy. I want it now. It's driving me wild. I feel like opening up my whole body to this brutal man. I want to really be fucked now, even if he wants to fuck me with his nightstick.
"Ohhhh, your pussy's so hot, baby! It's like a fire."
I can feel my juice flowing rapidly. My whole body is soaking wet, I'm sweating like a pig. I want him desperately now. I really want that hard piece of meat to plunge through me like a knife through butter.
"Feel my tits! Rub them harder! Ohhhh, I want it! Ohhhh, fuck me! Please fuck me harder! My cunt's wide open for you! OHHHHH! FUCK ME!"
I can feel his entire body trembling with excitement. I know he's going to come. I want that fuck-cream inside me. I want to have all of his hot sperm filling me up.
"Ohhhh, get fucked! Ohhh, baby, I'm hot!"
I can feel my ass pounding against the hard ground. I don't care how red it gets. I want to hurt myself now. I want him. He's smelly and ugly and dirty, and I want him. I want that cock so badly. He's got to fuck me even harder!
I'm massaging his balls, hoping to squeeze out every bit of cock-juice from them. I want them. Oh, what balls he has! I want it all!
"Please fuck me! Ohhhhhh!"
"Baby, I'm going to smash you. I'm hot, baby! I'm so hot I'm going to come! Get fucked! Ohhhh! I'm going to shoot! Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Get fucked! OHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I can feel it! Ohhh, does that feel good! His fuck-cream is driving me wild! My clit is hot!
Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I'm still squeezing his balls! Ohhh, my whole body is boiling over!
"Baby, you're terrific! I knew you'd want it! Ohhh, you're so hot! Baby, your pussy's filled with my juice!"
Oh, boy, is it! I'm swimming in cock-cream. I can see it's still red, still hard, probably ready to go at it again. I want it. I want it as many times as he can give it to me. Oh, please be able to come again. Keep it hard, please! I want to be fucked.
"You liked it?" It's funny. He seems like such a little boy now. His whole manner is changed.
"I loved it. I want you to fuck me with that stick now. I could really take that spear up my pussy and feel good. I'm sorry I cried out before. I hope you can do it."
"You mean it?"
"Sure," I told him.
He looks doubtful. I don't know what it is, but whenever someone really thrills me and I want them to fuck me again and again, for some reason or another they can't. I'm beginning to think I'm destined to go unsatisfied and hungry in this world. I want sex. I must have it. I must have cock, and I can't seem to get enough of it. Why is that? I want this man, with his thick cock and huge balls, and now he won't fuck me again.
"Well, I'll see you around. I've got to get on to my rounds. I'll let you get off about those ducks. But next time, if I catch you, I'll really put it to you."
"You can do it whenever you want. I loved it. Please do it whenever you want to. I won't resist. I'll even let you do whatever you want to do with me."
I think that turned him off. Why?
"Look, lady, don't offer me nothing. When I want to fuck you, I'll let you know, and I don't want to hear no arguments about it, okay? So just get dressed before I really ram you one."
He's stranger than I thought. He's getting himself back into his uniform. His cock is still hanging out. I'd let him fuck me, but he has to do it by force, I guess. Maybe I should cry out for help. He'd fuck me again, that's for sure.
"Now don't you go breaking any more laws, lady. You know what'll happen to you if you did."
"Yes, sure. I'm sorry for what I did."
"Well, you ought to be. You got off easy. If I took you down to the station house, all the guys would've fucked you."
I wonder. Well, he's gone now. It seems that the more I get fucked, the more I want to be fucked. I was never like this before. Oh, I enjoyed men before. I loved cock. But I was able to be satisfied with just a few men, even my husband alone for a while. But now I can't stop. I can't go without sex. What's happening to me?
CHAPTER SIX
"Up?"
"Yes, thank you, uh..."
"Frank."
"I'm sorry. How've you been, and, oh, how's Tony?" I don't wish Tony ill, but I much prefer Frank to operate the elevator. He's younger and much more attractive. It makes lire a little better in the rundown building they call the Eagle Hotel.
"He's okay, and so am I. You're looking cheerful." When Frank smiles that way, I get woozy. I can't tell him why I look cheerful. It was that cop's meat that made me cheerful.
"Just in a good mood, I guess." One of these days, I'm going to be the aggressor. I'm going to rape a guy. I know it sounds silly, but it shouldn't. The first one I'll rape would be Frank and then Gary.
This place is beginning to get to me. Whenever I stay here, I get depressed, but when I go out, I feel okay. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm here alone, and when I'm out, I'm with people. Whatever the reason, I'm beginning to really hate this place. I wish I had some other place to go to, but even if I had, chances are I'd wind up in pretty much the same state. You can't run away from yourself, that much even I know.
It's possible that the reason I crave so many men now, is because when I first got married, I had sex only with Tom. I don't ever think I played around. Oh, after we had been married awhile, I did, but by then, I really didn't have much choice concerning who I slept with. Mostly older men, and they weren't really satisfying.
I don't know when I first started being attracted to young boys. Well, young men really. Ronald wasn't the first, though he was one of the most important, not just because I was dismissed from school and my family, but because I helped him find himself. That was very important to me. It still is.
I don't even know when I first was fucked by a kid. It may have been Mike, that delivery boy from Green's Market, but all that doesn't matter now. It's ancient history.
I should have invited Frank back to my room. It's so lonely here. All the euphoria I felt earlier is now gone. God, I hate this room!
Do you think Frank would have wanted to come back with me? I mean, I am older than he is, much older. He's young. He probably has lots of girlfriends. Why would he want to spend time with an old lady like me?
Hell, I'm really not that old. I'm thirty-five. Almost thirty-six. That's young in my book, but perhaps not in his. He might say yes.
Supposing he refused? So what? There are others. After all, Paul can't be much older than Frank. I bet Paul's the same age as Gary, who is eighteen. I really have to get my mind onto other subjects.
Sleep. It's late and I can get to sleep. I have a full day at work tomorrow. It's not usual, but I have to fill in for Suzie. Edie told me a couple of days ago, and I forgot about it until now.
I'm tired. Dog tired. It's just as well I didn't stop and ask Frank to come up here. He's young and gorgeous, but I've had quite enough for one day. I should spend my time concentrating on how to get back to my family, instead of fucking every guy I see.
Ahh, morning. What a beautiful day. Damn! I just remembered I have to spend the whole fucking day at work. Of all the luck! Why couldn't it be mining or something? I should leave this dump early now. I could still take a long walk and get a bit of fresh air.
I hope Paul comes back. You know, sometimes guys say they'll call or see you again and they never do. I wonder if they really intend to call when they say they will. When I say I want to see someone again, I mean it.
Damn! What's taking the fucking elevator so long? I wonder who runs it early in the morning. I rarely get up this early.
Come on, elevator. I don't have all day. I want to have some time to myself before I go to work. If I spend all day right here... Well, it's about time!
"Frank! You work all day and all night?"
"I guess so. I take two shifts. I need the money."
"Well, I'm glad to see you. You're looking good this morning."
"So are you, Mrs. Baker. You're looking stunning, as a matter of fact."
Ohh, when that boy smiles, he drives me wild! He smiles just like Gary. I miss Gary. Every boy seems to remind me of my son. Frank doesn't really look like Gary, at least not as much as Paul, but there is something about his cheerfulness that I really dig. "I'm beginning to talk like Gary, too!"
"Smoke?"
"No, thanks. Hey, I thought smoking was illegal in the elevators."
"So is this." Hey! He stopped the elevator! Hey, what's going on?
"I'm late, Frank. Why did you stop the cab?"
"I didn't stop it, Mrs. Baker. It must have gotten stuck. Sometimes it happens. I can't do anything about it. It ought to get unstuck soon. It usually does."
What's he doing? Christ, he's pressing his thigh against my body. Holy shit! It's nine in the morning, and he's getting horny.
"Uh, Frank, do you think we could at least have a light on? Or did that depend on the same juice as the cables?"
"Yep. Sony, Mrs. Baker. We'll just have to wait."
Uh-oh, there he goes again. I can feel something pressing into me. I can't see a fucking thing. I know I've thought about making it with this boy, but honestly, he's quite young. Hey, come on!
Maybe I had better back off into a corner. I feel as if I'm being attacked on all sides. Why is it that for a long time I was lonely and frustrated. As soon as one guy fucks me, it seems as if there's a never-ending supply of cock. Am I wearing a sign on my back that says "Fuck me"?
Ohh, I can feel his body getting really warm. His hands are touching mine, and he's all sweaty. Don't do this to me now! Not now!
"I know you want it, Mrs. Baker. I've got it and you want it."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, Mrs. Baker. I've seen the way you look at me. I can always tell when a woman's hungry, and you're hungry, Mrs. Baker. You want it, and I can give it to you."
"I haven't the foggiest notion of what you're talking about, Frank. Now would you please get this elevator moving again?"
"No. You can't lie to me. You keep looking at me funny, ever since we first met, and I know what that kind of look means. It means that you're hungry for it. You're hungry for this!"
He's pressing his body into mine. I can feel his cock getting hard. It's getting hard rapidly. Touching me really turns him on.
Oh, but I do want it! I can't help it. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel such a craving for sex, especially with young, very young men?
I've to learn to resist, and yet I can't. I want him, and I don't want him. What am I going to do?
"Touch this, Mrs. Baker. Touch this and you'll know you want it. Come on, don't be afraid. It won't bite you. It'll just make you feel really good."
Oh, my God! He's taken his cock out of his pants and I'm going to have to touch it. Ohhh! I don't want to do it! I must learn to control myself I got fucked twice yesterday. I cannot get fucked again today. I want it, but I know I mustn't do it.
"Go ahead and rub it. I know you're going to love it, Mrs. Baker. Just rub your hand all over it. There, it's good, isn't it? It's big, just the way I know you like them."
How do you know? Who told you? "Please don't do this to me. Please let me go!"
"Why? I know you want it. Don't pretend you don't. I saw the way you kept looking at my crotch all day yesterday when I took you up and down and when we talked. And now, this moment, just before I stopped... I mean the elevator stopped, I saw you staring between my legs. You want what's there, Mrs. Baker. You're a hungry woman and I'm going to satisfy that hunger!"
"No! Don't! Please! Please don't make me do it!" Why am I trying to argue with him? What's wrong with me? Half of me says I mustn't do it, and the other half says yes, do it. I want to fuck him. I am forced to admit it, but why now? Why can't it be romantic with dim lights in a gentle setting? Why here? Why in this elevator?
"Get down on your knees, Mrs. Baker. Take my cock in your mouth!"
"Na! I can't!"
"Suck it! I know you want it. Suck that cock, Mrs. Baker, and then I'm going to fuck you. You want my prick and balls, lady, and you're going to get them!"
Just what the cop said to me. What is there about me? I'd better do it. He controls the elevator, not me. His cock does feel big. I wish I could see what I'm eating.
"Ahhh, that's it, on your knees. Now lick it. Let me feel that hot tongue on my dick, and don't try any funny business, okay? Now just suck that prick, Mrs. Baker, and you'll feel good all dyer."
It does feel good. My tongue is obeying his orders, and they're my orders now, too. I want his cock. It smells so good, so masculine. I've never thought about it before, but I guess I like cock-smell a lot more than pussy-smell.
Some guys tell me my twat smells great, but I smell nothing. It does nothing to me, though I guess that is as it should be. I go wild with the smell of a lusty cock. Maybe it's the years of accumulated cum that drives me wild, I don't know. But I do know now that I'm enjoying every second of this. I really must learn to take the initiative and decide where and when to have sex with someone. I should have taken him up to my room last night.
"That's it, Mrs. Baker. Your tongue's just right. Now lick the tip of my dick. Come on, lick the piss-slit, the spot where all my juice is going to shoot out."
"Ahhhh, that's it, baby! Lick that tip! Make my cock really hard!"
"Your cock's pretty hard now as it is, Frank."
"Yeah, but it can get even harder. My cock is only seven inches long now. It can grow an inch or two more. Now lick that prick, baby! Lick it and make me shoot off in your mouth. I want you to drink that cum when you get it, okay?"
"Sure, Frank." My hands are on his balls now. He's got such delicate and lovely balls, not like the melons that cop had or the oranges that Paul had. It's amazing how different cocks are. I don't think that there's that much difference in cunts. I wonder why that is.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's good. Come on, use your lips more. Press hard against my meat. Don't bite, but close your lips around my shaft. Okay, lady, now long and fast strokes. Just suck hard on my prick, nice and fast. I like fast blow-jobs. I don't want to be here all day you know. Just suck it, and make me come!"
His balls feel so good. I bet I can suck on them at the same time as his shaft. Ohh, that's good. That's very good. His dick is really hard now! I bet it's nine inches long now. Oh, I love this!
"Oh, lady, your tits! You've got great tits, Mrs. Baker. They're so fleshy and ripe!" He's putting his thumbs against my nipples. I feel as if he's going to wrench them off.
"Suck it! Come on, baby, suck my cock! Suck it harder! Up and down! Let's go! Suck that dick! Come on, don't take so long. It's late, and I'm in a hurry!"
Christ, I'm doing my best. What does he want from my life?
His balls are slamming into my face. My saliva is all over his meat and even his cock hairs are soaking wet.
I can feel my pussy heating tip. I'm going wild. Why now? Why couldn't we have done this before? I'm really feeling dizzy now. I want his cock inside me. I'd love to have his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy, but he wanted to fuck me in the face.
"Suck it, lady! Come on, suck my cock! Don't daydream! Suck that cock! Eat it! Baby, I'm going to have to smash my prick all the way down your fucking throat! Now eat that! Suck hard, baby! I'm going to shove it all the way down!"
I can feel his prick trembling in my mouth. I know he's going to shoot. I can feel it coming! His balls are quivering. He's getting hotter by the second. His pulse is racing. His body is all sweaty.
The way that prick is sliding in and out of my mouth is driving me crazy. I want him to come. I want to drink his sperm. I'm going to rub his shaft with my hand as he face-fucks me. That'll make him come even faster.
I love it! I love it! Ohhh, I can't get enough of his sperm! Ohh! Come on, shoot it all! Let me take it all!
Don't take your cock out! No!! Ohh, he's spurting against my face! I can feel that warm fuck-cream hitting me in the face! Let me drink it all! Let me suck it dry!
It's all over his cock now. Even his balls are covered with his jism. It's running down his shaft. Look at the creamy droplets sliding along his meat. Ohhh, his balls feel so juicy. I want to lick them all over. I want to lick off every drop of drying sperm that's on his cock and balls!
I wish I could see how hard his cock is. This darkness is getting to me. I can feel his still-hard dick and wet balls, but I want to see them. I want to see it before it gets soft.
"Do you think the lights wilt come on soon, and we can get out of here? I don't want to be stuck in this elevator all day."
"Oh, I think the lights will come on right away," he said. Funny, how can he know that? Oh, there they are. Now I can see. But what was that clicking sound?
It's beautiful. His cock is still hard, and it's so big. He's ginning at me now. Why?
"I knew you'd like it, lady. I can always tell. I know when a woman wants my meat."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Don't I have a right to be? Tell me honestly, didn't you want it? I know you did, so don't lie."
"I want this elevator to get started again. I'm already late for work. How long are we going to be here?"
I begin to wonder if the elevator had gotten stuck after all. It would really be simple for him to stop it, all he has to do is push a switch or something. I wonder which one it is.
"Well? You ready to get moving again?"
"What? You mean the elevator is working again?"
"It can be. Hand over twenty dollars."
"What?"
"Oh, don't give me that shit. You don't think I'm going to go around pleasing women for my health, do you? I told you I needed to raise money quick, and I want twenty dollars."
"You aren't going to get twenty cents from me." The nerve of him! Me paying to give a guy a blow-job? Who does he think I am?
"Then we'll stay here all day. I can wait here, I'm already at my job. I don't care. Twenty dollars, lady. You loved it so much I ought to charge you fifty, but were such good friends, you get a discount rate."
"Friends! You're no friend of mine. Now get me out of here, before I scream. I wouldn't give you a wooden nickel!"
"Scream. It won't make the elevator move. Twenty dollars, lady. You loved it, and you know it."
"Help! Help! I'm stuck in the elevator! HELP! HELP!!" Now he'll really be in trouble. I'm going to report him to the management.
"Help! We're caught in the elevator!" So that's his game. He's calling for help, too.
Christ, we're moving. Uh-oh, stopped again. "Hey, what gives?"
"Twenty dollars, lady. I can play the same game. They'll think we're really stuck now, because I can scream as loud as you can."
"I'm going to report you. You'll be sorry."
"Don't make me laugh. It'll be my word against yours, and with your reputation, no one will believe you."
Of all the nerve! "My reputation? Just what is my reputation? You are the slimiest piece of scum I've ever laid eyes on! Now you get this elevator moving, or I'll kick you right where it's going to hurt the most! Now move it!"
"Not until you pay me."
"I'll pay you, all right! Take that, you son of a bitch! I'll pay you! Right between your legs!"
"OwwwWWWWW!!"
"My knee can do that again! Get this thing moving!" Right in the nuts! He deserves nothing better!
"Okay!"
Thank God! He's moving this thing. It's amazing what a neatly placed kick can do. I hope I've mined his sex life for good. Probably I didn't, but at least he'll be out of action for a little while. Twenty dollars indeed!
"And I warn you, snotnose, if you try anything like that again, you're going to be up shit creek without a paddle."
Ah, air again. I should have done this to him earlier. Asking me for twenty dollars! Me! I should get paid, for all the pleasure I bring to men. I'm not that old yet. I don't have to pay for it yet. Not yet. No, riot Marianne Baker. My reputation indeed! I could kill the little bastard! I could just kill him!
CHAPTER SEVEN
I don't even feel like working today. Not after that episode. I really enjoyed letting that punk have it in the balls! God, did that make me feel good.
Men have got to realize that they cannot go around treating me like some sort of animal, to be there to fuck and then left alone. I won't stand for it, I simply won't! I've got to be treated like a human being. Just because I've got a willing cunt doesn't mean that I don't have feelings, too. It's about time men realized that.
And now that I'm on the subject, why have I let all these men shit all over me? I think maybe that there's something wrong with me to let these creeps have their way. You know, today was an eye-opener for me. The only way you get anything in this world is to fight for it. No one's going to give you anything for nothing. You've taught me something, Frankie old boy. Thanks.
You know, I've got resources I haven't tapped yet. I think I'm beginning to discover that there's some inner strength in me and that I can win my battles if I don't run away from them first.
What I'd really like to do is go back home. Not just to Parker City, but home. Where I live. I don't live here, not at this Eagle Hotel dump. The hell with my job. I'm a teacher, not a waitress.
I suppose Paul might be disappointed. Nah, he probably won't even bother coming back to Edie's for lunch. He's had his piece of me, he won't want any more.
Sorry, Edie. I'll call you from Parker City. Hope you can manage without me.
I'd like to see my children, especially my son. Gary means a lot to me, and I haven't had any communication with him in ages. I miss him. I miss them both. The only one I don't miss is Tom, my husband. But I'd like to get back home primarily because it is my home. And I'll fight for reinstatement in school. They can't just dismiss me because Mr. Pimple, I mean Mr. Pimson didn't like what he saw. No, he'll have to prove it. I shouldn't have been such a coward. I should stand up and fight.
It's a long drive to Parker City, but I can do it easily. Now that I feel some sense of determination within me, I feel as if I can do just about anything I set my mind on.
I can't say I regret all the time I spent in Valley View. I was at least sexually stimulated more than usual. Yes, I had more than my share of cock.
It feels great to be speeding down the road now, my goal having been made clearer in my mind. I will never run away again. I will never run away again. I must repeat that to myself over and over.
I didn't get a chance to eat yet. I forgot to have breakfast. I intended to eat at Edie's but, well, so long, Edie.
Ah, this joint looks okay. I'll just pull over and get myself some eggs and coffee. I won't take too long. Won't they be surprised to see me popping in. I bet old Tom's eyes will pop right out of his little head! I've got to laugh just thinking about what his face will look like. The joke's on you, Tommy baby!
"Two eggs scrambled, and, um, bacon, and lots and lots of coffee. And don't burn the toast."
"Yes, ma'am." There. I think I'm even hungrier than that, though. Maybe I ought to order more.
"Add an order of French toast, with syrup and sausage. Oh, and a large orange juice. And I want a sweet roll with my coffee."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hey, lady, you sure eat a lot. How come you're not as fat as a house?"
Who said that? Oh, that one. "Yes, I'm hungry. Why is it any of your concern?"
"Don't get up-tight, lady. I was just noticing how much you ordered."
"Well, what's it to you?"
"Nothing." That's what I figured. Fucking busybody. Look at him leering at me with his friends. Assholes! They just better mind their own fucking business. I'm finished putting up with shit from men!
"You're a tough chick, lady."
"That's right, buster. And you better watch your step with me!"
Hey, what are they laughing about? I better listen to them and find out what they're saying. They better not say anything against me, or I'll beat them to within an inch of their lives.
Oh, there he is again. What's he coming over to me this lime for? What the fuck does he want?
"Hey, lady, I've got something for ya. You think you're so tough, well, I've got something that'll show you who's tougher than you. I bet you can't resist it. Here, gimme your hand!"
He's pulling my hand against his crotch. "Let go of me before I bust your fucking face!"
"Hey, I know you want this. You can't fool me. Inside you're just as soft as jelly. I know. All women are like that. They want what I've got."
"I've heard that from guys who are bigger men than you are. So get lost, you jerk!"
"Who you calling a jerk? I could shove this thing right into your mouth if I wanted to shut you up. I could do it, too. I could ram my dick right down your lousy throat!"
"We'll see about that. I bet you can't even get it up for a woman any more. The only thing you can do is lick pussy. I bet you love to lick pussy. I bet the only way you can get a hard-on is for a woman to tell you what to do."
"Oh, yeah? Come on outside this dump and say that."
"I'll finish my breakfast first, and then I'll come out. When every last drop of my breakfast is eaten, we'll see who gives who orders around here."
God, does that feel good! I half expected him to pull out a knife and cut me up or something. You know, I'm beginning to think that half of being tough is simply to act tough. More than half.
Three-quarters.
There! They've been watching me ever since I agreed to go outside with that creep. I'm taking my time now. I won't hurry my breakfast.
I'm just about finished. Let me pay my check, and then we'll see who's boss. I just hope the others don't gang up on me. Then I'll really be lost.
"Okay, buster. Let's go. Or have you changed your mind? Did you turn into a chicken? Let's see you lay an egg, Mr. Tough Guy."
"Don't get wise with me, doll. Any broad who gets tough with me gets her cunt split wide open."
"And what are you going to split me up with? Your friend's dick?"
"This, baby, this!" He did it again. He must be awfully proud of his prick to keep dragging my hand over to his crotch. It doesn't feel so big to me.
"Okay, we're outside. Now what were you going to show me?"
"Not here. Over by the back."
"All right. We're in the back. Now what, buster?"
"Get down on your knees, lady, I've got something for you."
"Get down yourself, big boy. What you've got, I don't want."
"Who are you kidding? Come on over here. Look at this. Come on, just take one good look and tell me you don't want it."
He's unzipping his pants. His friends aren't in sight, but I'll bet you ten grand they're hiding somewhere they can watch us. Well, I'll put on a show for them all right.
Christ, he does have a big dick. Terrific. I'm going to be strong. Have courage, Marianne! A big cock isn't everything.
"You like it? I know you do. Now get down on your knees and kiss it."
"I'd sooner kiss a slimy yellow-bellied slithering toad that touch your cock with my mouth. Put it back in your pants, big boy. I've seen better."
"You ain't never seen bigger, lady. Eleven inches. And it's hard, baby! It's hard for you, and you can't resist it!"
Eleven inches. And it's fat, too. Yesterday I would have crawled to him to suck on his prick, but today and from now on, I am a new woman. I crawl to no man.
Look at him stroking his meat. It looks like it's getting even bigger. Christ, I've never seen such a huge cock. And those balls! Each guy I meet seems to have bigger balls than the next one, but this guy is ridiculous. Grapefruits, not even oranges.
"Yeah, lady, you want my dick! Now suck it. I know you want to lick it, so get right down on your knees and start sucking me off! Don't just stand there with a broomstick up your cunt. Lick my fucking cock and balls!"
"Eat shit!"
"Hey, no dame talks to me like that. Now suck that prick! SUCK IT! Come on, baby, I don't want to have to ram my fucking meat up your Goddamn mouth! Suck it! Suck that cock!"
I wish I could turn away and leave, but this guy fascinates me. He's begging for me to eat him, and I really wouldn't mind sucking him off. I love big cocks in my mouth, but there's no way, repeat, no way, that I'll do it on command. Had he been sweet and gentle to me and made me want to suck him off, I would have done so gladly, and done it over and over again, but I won't do it this way. No sir! I won't suck cock on command, never again.
He's getting up-tight. Not really mad, but up-tight. It's as if he had never encountered a woman who wasn't impressed with his eleven inches. I must admit it is impressive, but not to me.
He isn't quite sure what to do next. He's still rubbing his shaft, hoping I'll change my mind. It's amazing how powerful I've become in the last few hours.
"Just suck on it. Come on, lady. It's good for you. Take my cock into your mouth and lick it. You'll love it."
He's beginning to sound more kittenish. The tiger has lost his stripes.
"No way, baby. If there's any licking to be done, it's going to be your tongue that's doing it, and it's going to be my cunt that's going to get licked. I'm not touching that cock no matter how big and thick it is!"
"Just take it in for a minute. Just feel it. Ohhhh, my cock is really hard, lady! Look how hard it is!"
He's going wild. I wonder if hell rub his prick until he shoots off. Jerking off in front of a woman! How embarrassing.
I'm beginning to feel my pussy-juice starting to flow. Christ, I'm getting wet between my legs. My panties are starting to get soaked.
"I can see you want it, lady. Come on, please suck me off. I'm hot lady. I want you to suck it. Ohhhhh, please suck my cock. Ohhhh, I'm hot! Suck me! Please suck me off!"
Look at his balls swing wilding as he rubs his meat faster and faster. He's going crazy. I bet he feels so hot he's going to burn up to a crisp. That's teach him to order me around. If he'd only been respectful to me. He would have had my mouth all over his fucking cock. I love to suck cock, especially big ones like his.
It's pathetic to see a man beg like that. He's dying for me to suck him off. He's hot, and he has to have my tongue flicking out at his meat. I bet if I were to take his cock in my mouth, he'd shoot that very instant. And then he wouldn't be interested in the least in my own sexual needs, which, as of this moment, are increasing rapidly.
My juices are really boiling over. I've got to get into my car so I can start finger-fucking myself. Ohh, do I want a cock inside my pussy, but not his cock. No way! I'll never take his cock into my cunt!
"Please! Please! Oh, I know your cunt's hot! I know you want it! Please suck me off! Please!"
His balls are really dancing around. Wow, look at them go! What a big fucking piece of meat. I can't stand to look at his dick any more. I'm getting too hot. My panties are soaked through and through.
Of course, if he were to lick my cunt... I wouldn't mind feeling his tongue penetrating my hole, just so long as his cock stays miles away from me. How can I get him to suck me out without my sucking him off in return? I know, I'll use one of the techniques that men use all the time. I'll lie.
"I'll make you a deal, big boy. I'll suck you off, if you lick out my pussy. You're right, I'm getting hot, but I want my cunt eaten first. Just lick me out, right here, baby, where you see my hands. Want a piece of my pussy, baby? It's right here, all ready for you."
Ahh, that does feel good. I'm taking down my clothes and I don't even care if his friends are watching us from behind the shed over there. Let them see their friend get screwed.
"Ohhhhh, your pussy's wet! I can see your juice! Ohhh, I knew you'd want my cock. Ohhh, let me touch your pussy. Ohhhh, I want it! Ohhhhh!"
"With your tongue! With your tongue! Don't touch my cunt with your hands, buster! Kneel down and start licking!"
He's doing it! By God, this big man is a pussycat. Ohh, his mouth is pressed against my cunt. Ohh, does that feel good!
"Come on, ohh, lick that pussy, baby! Come on, press your whole fucking head into my cunt! Lick it! Ohhh, come on, use your tongue! Lick me out all the way! Come on, baby, suck that fucking cunt!"
I've got to lean against a post or something. I'm beginning to fall down. Ahh, I'll lean against the wall of the shed.
"Let's move over here. I'm getting tired." The more you sneer at him, the more he loves it. He's licking out my cunt and jerking himself off at the same time. I hope he comes so I won't have to get out of the predicament of having lied to him about sucking him off.
"Ohhhh! Oh, you taste so good! Mmmm, your pussy's hot and sweet!"
His tongue has licked every one of my pussy hairs. It's sopping wet. He really has a great technique. Ohhh, that does feel good! My legs are spread as wide apart as they can be, and I want his whole body up my silt! Oh, I'm going wild!
"Suck that cunt! Ohhh, eat me! Eat me out, baby! Ohhhh! Come on, flick that tongue! Suck me! Ohhh! Eat my fucking hot pussy!"
"You bet, baby! You bet, baby! Ohh, it's hot! Your cunt is hot! Ohh! Baby, I'm going to suck you all out. I'll eat up your insides. Your cunt is driving me crazy!"
He's on his knees sucking like mad. My bush is on fire. Just like in the Bible. His tongue has penetrated the folds of my pussy and -- oh, my God! -- he's touching my clit! Oh, I'm going to scream! Oh, the pleasure is too intense! Ohhh, God, his tongue is so hot! Ohhh, ohhh!
"Suck me out! Lick my pussy!! Ohhh, suck it!" He's really jerking himself off now. His cock is so hard I can see the veins in it pounding with blood. Ohh, look at him go!
His lips are trying to munch on my twat-flesh. I want to push my whole body down his throat.
His hands are on my ass now. I shouldn't let him do it, but it's giving me real hot pleasure. Most women won't admit it, but they like feeling something up their asses, if it's done gently. A finger slowly sliding into my shitter is sheer heaven!
It's like he's gnawing on my snatch. He's desperate for cunt-meat. I bet he's going to shoot now. I know he's going to come!
I can feel my cunt walls closing in around his tongue. His tongue must be as long as his cock. It feels as if it's sliding all the way up my fuck-canal.
My whole body is going to encompass his mouth. I'm going to swallow him up through my cunt. I want him now! Ohh, do I want to be fucked!
I mustn't let myself get carried away. Be strong, Marianne! Don't let him get his prick inside you!
He's coming! He's coming! Look at that! Ohhh, my clit's on fire! Lick it out! Ohhhh! I'm going crazy! My pussy can't stop the juices! I want to come forever! Ohh, this is wonderful!
"Suck it! Ohhhh, suck me out! Suck it! Ohhhhhh!"
Look at all that sperm. The ground underneath his prick is so wet, there's a small puddle there.
Christ, I'm still hot. I've got to calm down. Wow, that guy really did know how to suck a cunt. Oooh, I still can't come down.
Ahh, I'm beginning to relax. His tongue was hot, boy, hot!
His dick is beginning to soften. I hope he doesn't demand that I suck his prick now, because I won't, I simply won't.
I'd better get back into my car and get on home. I still can't wait to see the expressions on their faces when they walk in and see me sitting there. I still can get in even without a key. I know where the spare one is and also how to unlock the window from outside.
It's later than I thought, though. I bet Gary and Carolyn will be home from school by the time I get there.
"Hey, lady, where you going?"
"To my car. Where else would I go?" I can feel the adrenalin starting to flow. We're going to have a fight.
"Not until you keep your part of the bargain."
"And what's that?"
"You've got to go down on me. You said that if I sucked you out, you'd suck me off."
"I know I said that, but that was before you shot your wad. Now it's over. Try to have more control next time. And don't stand in my way. I'm late. I've got to get going."
"You just stay here until you've done what you said. Now get on your knees and suck my cock!"
"Eat shit, mac. Get out of my way before I kick you where it will hurt the most. Move it, buster, before I get sore!"
I see he's going to be trouble. Well, I can handle myself. Now that I've convinced myself I can do it.
"You touch me, mister, and you'll get your ass kicked in. Now get out of my way! Move it!"
Okay, he's asking for it. Wow! Right in the balls! Two in one day! Hooray for me!
Uh-oh, I've hurt him, and his friends have come running out of the woodwork, or wherever they were. I knew they were watching. I'd better scram. I can race to my car before they realize I've gone.
Christ, that was close. They're coming after me now. Where are the fucking keys? Here they are. There we go. They've stopped chasing me. Old jerk-off is getting up off the ground. He isn't hurt that much. Too bad. Next time he'll be out for a week. Three cheers for superwoman!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I probably will arrive in Parker City just at three.
Just the time that the kids get out of school.
Unless Gary has swimming practice or something.
Perhaps I should step on the gas and try to beat them home.
No. You know what I'll do? I'll drive around to their school, and see if they've gotten out yet. Wouldn't that be a kick in the ass?
Can you imagine that? Picking them up after school? Just like I did when they first started? Christ, that's a funny image. Boy, I wonder what their expressions will be like when they see me. Will they remember me? They can't forget their mother.
It's just about time. I wonder if Gary has parked his car near the school. Sometimes he drives in, sometimes he walks. It's a long walk, but he's like me. We both love to take long walks.
Ah. There he is! What perfect timing! He's getting into his car. I must have passed this spot several times. I just missed seeing it. I'll follow him home. I don't see Carolyn. Maybe she has cheerleading practice this afternoon. She used to have practice three times a week.
Okay, Gary, you're three cars in front of me. I think I'll stay a safe distance behind him. Don't want him to see me too soon. We'll both drive up in front of the house at the same time. He'll meet me at the front door. What a kick!
That's right, turn left on Elm. Still a couple of cars in front of me. Hey! Now what's he doing? Where's he going? He's not going home. It's right on Rogers Lane, not left. Where could he be going?
Well, I'll soon find out. There he goes now, onto Ocean Drive. It's the way to my sister Elsie's house, but who else does he know in her neighborhood?
He's slowing down. Christ, is he going to visit his aunt? Why does he want to see her? They never got along.
Yep. That's where he's going all right. I wonder why. Well, I'll park my car a couple of houses away. I can still see him. That's it. He's walking up to her front door.
Well, Elsie looks pretty much the same. Oh, no, she's not coming to the door in that tacky bathrobe. Doesn't she have any shame? Greeting her nephew in a bathrobe! Boy, that's the height of something or other.
I really should ring the bell. That'll startle Elsie as well as Gary. She wasn't really too upset when I was run out of town. Well, honey, I'm back. Marianne is back in town!
Maybe I'll wait a second or two. Perhaps he's gone to pick something up. Maybe she has some food prepared. If Tom's away, I bet no one will be doing the cooking. Carolyn hates to cook. Yes, that must be it. I bet Elsie has been preparing food for the two of them.
He still hasn't come out yet. Come on, Gary, I want to get back home before Tom gets back, if he comes home nowadays. For all you know, he fucks around so much he never comes home. His children aren't all that important to him, despite what he says. The only thing that Tom thinks about is Tom and his cock.
Come on, Gary honey. Mother is getting tired of waiting. I really should ring the bell. Love to see Elsie's face when she opens the door.
Silence. Come on, answer the fucking doorbell. More silence. I'll ring until my finger falls off. I know you're home.
Ahh, footsteps. That sister of mine always drags her feet. Get with it, Elsie honey!
"MARIANNE!!"
"Elsie darling, how are you?" No need to stand on ceremony and wait to be invited in. There, I'm in. Elsie has a funny look on her face, and she's even more disheveled now than she was before. I think she's falling apart by the second.
"Un, Marianne, what are you doing here?"
"Visiting you. Why? Surprised to see me?"
"Well, urn, yes, not that I'm not glad, of course, but I hadn't the foggiest notion you were in town."
"Neither did I until this morning. I've decided to come home."
"B-B-But you can't! The scandal!"
"What scandal? The only scandal is the fact that I've let myself be bullied for too long. I'm home to stay now."
"But Tom's job. He can't let the publicity about you get around. It will hurt his job."
"So what? Besides, I always figured he wasn't ordering me out for my own or my children's benefit. Speaking of which, where's Gary?"
"G-G-Gary?"
"Yes, G-G-Gary. My son. Where is he?"
"Uh, I don't know? Why ask me?"
"Because I saw him come in here. Now where is he? I want to talk to him."
"I don't know. Gary didn't come in here."
"Will you come on back here, Elsie love! This thing is going to get soft without you. Now come on back here, or I'm coming out to get you. In fact, I'm coming out now and I'm going to drag you back to the bedroom with your mouth around my -- MOM!!"
"GARY!!"
"Well, Marianne, you wanted to know where he was. He's here."
"I can see that. Now don't you run back into the bedroom. Either one of you. Gary, you get over here right now. Move it!"
I can hear him desperately putting his clothes on. So that's what he came over here for.
"And how long has this been going on, Elsie?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't? I do. Come on, Gary, get your ass in here and get it here fast!"
"Coming, Mom." There he is. All dressed up with a bulge in front of his pants. Couldn't get it down again so fast, huh?
"Well?"
"Well what, Mom?"
"Why Elsie? What about Betty?"
"Betty and I are pffft. Besides, I don't see what business it is of yours. From what I understand, you didn't exactly lead a chaste life."
"What?"
"Oh, Dad told us the whole story. After you left, he said the story of your being sick was fake. You made it with a kid in your class, didn't you, Ma? Don't lie, because both Carolyn and I know the truth about you and young guys."
"How dare you!" There. I slapped him and I'm glad. He deserved it.
"You mean it's not true?"
"No, Gary, it is true. It's true I like them young. But I'm not hypocritical about it. Unlike another parent you have, I'll own up to my own weaknesses."
"Well, gee, Ma, I'm sorry."
"You ought to be. Just don't look down on me, okay?"
"I don't, Ma."
"Perhaps. Anyway, how long have you and Elsie been carrying on?"
"Don't answer her, Gary. Tell her to mind her own business."
That Elsie is really a jerk. No wonder I hated her when we where growing up together. She's as big a creep now as she was then. How could my son want her enough to fuck her? He's good-looking. Surely even if he and Betty aren't seeing each other any more, there would be other girls for him.
"Elsie, lock yourself in the bedroom. Gary and I have things to discuss, and I don't want you around."
"It's my house. You can leave."
"Don't you tell me to leave, Elsie. After all the things I did for you when we were younger. You leave. I want to talk to Gary, and I want to talk to him now! Now get lost, Elsie, before I lose my temper!"
Look at her scurry out of the room! Boy, Marianne, when you get going, you really get going!
"Well, Gary? How long?"
"Not too long, Ma. Just a bit."
"You can do better than her. There must be dozens of girls who would gladly offer themselves to you. Why Elsie?"
"I can't say."
"You must say. Why? I don't mind. Don't think that your mother is an old prude. I bet I've got more things to tell you than you have to to tell me. Now what is it about Elsie?"
"Her mouth."
"You mean she gives you blow-jobs? Pardon your mother's crudity, but is that what you like about her?"
"I guess so." Boy, Gary is something. He's probably groovy in bed, but he's up-tight out of it.
Now this cock I would love to suck. It would freak him out, I'm sure of it. So come sucks him off all the time. I guess women don't always realize how important it is to have a good tonguing technique. Lots more guys like that more than they think.
Elsie is probably finger-fucking herself, I bet. I know my sister. When we were younger, I would catch her fucking herself with whatever she could find that would slide up her cunt. She once fucked herself with a broom handle. It was glorious to watch. Her pussy got so hot and wet, that I started to fuck myself just watching her.
"Can you get all your meat into her mouth?"
He's turning redder still. He never heard his mother talk this way. Well, I'm learning how to be the kind of person I always wanted to be, and it feels good.
His cock hasn't gone completely soft yet. He must have had a raging hard-on when I rang the bell. He's trying to hide his erection from me, but he's not doing a very good job of it. I wouldn't mind seeing that cock again. It looked terrific for that second when he dashed into the living room, not expecting to see anyone but Elsie.
"Tell rue what Elsie does to make you want her."
"You know."
"Tell me. I want to hear it from your own lips. Otherwise I won't be sure that we're talking about the same thing."
"She likes to suck me off. Okay?"
"No. Do you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because she's very good at it. She's better at it than any other woman I've ever known. Even better than Betty, and Betty was tops when it came to cock-sucking."
"So Elsie can really give you head. Well, good for her. And you've been coming here just to get your cock sucked?"
"Mother! Don't talk like that."
"Why not? You do it, so why are you embarrassed to talk about doing it? You're a funny guy, Gary. Sometimes I simply don't understand you. You've got a lot going for you, and yet you don't always take advantage of it. I've learned only recently, but you've got to learn to confront yourself and be honest with yourself. You shouldn't be ashamed to admit that you like getting your cock sucked."
"I'm not ashamed of it. I enjoy getting blow-jobs. That's why I come over here. Elsie really knows how to please me. Her technique is fabulous, Mother. She can really suck a mean dick."
His prick is starting to get hard just from talking about it. Which is really what I wanted. I shouldn't lecture him about honesty when I'm not exactly honest myself. At least, though, I'm honest with myself.
I can see the front beginning to bulge really high. Boy, when he ran into the living room before, his cock was so big! I wonder just how many inches he has?
"Don't turn away from me, Gary. I know you're getting an erection, and that's normal. You wouldn't be a real man if your dick didn't get hard when you thought of getting your prick sucked. And don't think that your Aunt Elsie is the only woman who has a good tonguing technique. Your mother doesn't exactly fall down on the job, so to speak."
Look at that bulge get bigger and bigger. His dick is getting so hard, that he's going to start feeling some pain soon if he keeps his meat confined in his pants. Christ, it's so hard now; I can feel my own pussy-juice getting ready to flow.
He's looking closely at me. He's noticing my breasts. Well, good for you, Gary! Your mother's got tits, or am I not supposed to use that term for fear of embarrassing you? Hmmm, his cock's still getting harder. So are my nipples, for that matter.
"Give me your hand, Gary. Don't argue, just give it to me."
I want him to feel completely at ease with me. He's been looking at my tits for several moments now. There's no reason he can't touch them. I know he wants to; he's just embarrassed because I'm his mother.
"Gary, just relax. Come on and feel this. Feel how warm I am inside. Touch my breasts, Gary. Rub your hands on my tits!"
He's doing it! Good for him!
"Ohhhh," he's sighing.
Good. I know he likes tit, so why should he deny himself?
"Touch them all over, Gary. I want you to feel good. I've wanted you to feel good for a long time, and now we can be perfectly happy together. Touch me, Gary. Make your mother happy!"
I want to reach out and touch his crotch. I'd better be careful not to do it too quickly. He might panic and run out, and that would be the last thing in the world I would want him to do. I want to reach out and fondle his meat. It's so big. I know it's going to give me a great deal of pleasure.
Ahhhh, I couldn't resist. I just had to. It's so hard and warm. And best of all, he's not getting up-tight. He's still rubbing his fingers all over my tit-flesh.
That's right, Gary, lean back and let the waves of pleasure overtake you. Let pleasure be your guide. If you want to do it, do it.
"Come on, rub my tits harder, Gary. I know you want to. Ahh, that's it, Gary."
I'm going crazy. My son is now going wild pressing his hands against my tits. Oh, but does that feel good!
My nipples are hard and stiff, just like his cock. I want that cock now. I want to take his huge cock into my mouth. Oh, that he doesn't run away at the last minute! Just let me unzip that fly, Gary. Ohh, that's good.
"You've got a lot of meat here, Gary honey. Ohh, that makes me feel good just to touch it. Your dick is really hard, sweet."
I can see how red the tip is. He's hot. My son is really hot, and I'm going to taste his cock-cream.
Let me reach in and start to massage his balls. Ohh, that feels good. His balls are so creamy. Ohh, my fingers are running all through his cock hairs. He's a real man. My son is hot stuff!
"Oh, Ma, keep rubbing my cock! I'm going wild, ohhh, that's so good. Rub my prick, Ma! Ohhhh, rub that cock!"
He's sighing with ecstasy now. I knew I could thrill him just like his aunt. She won't be able to hold a candle to me. I know I'll be able to give him a much better blow-job. I can't wait to taste his meat. I know his cock will be really hot and hard and full of juice for me.
"Please lick it, Ma. Please lick my cock. Make my dick hot, Mom. Please make my cock really hot!"
His prick is throbbing now. I can feel the pulses beating through his long shaft in even beats. He's bursting with excitement now.
My tongue wants his cock, too. All of me wants his cock. I ant going to really swallow that prick-meat and make my son really happy.
Ahh, I can taste the tip of his piss-slit where a slight amount of cream has already started to pass through. Ohh, Gary, your cock is so hot, so good, so creamy!
Ohhhhhh! He's putting his hand underneath my skirt. He's going to feel my cunt. It's so wet, still wet from that guy at the diner, and now I'm wet all over again because my son is letting me give him head. Oh, that's wonderful. Feel that cunt, Gary!
Ohhh, that's wonderful!
I can feel his finger slowly starting to penetrate beyond my cunt-lips and working its way all the way up my channel. Ohh, thats good. I want to take off all my clothes right away and let him go wild with me.
There is something extraordinarily exciting about sex with one of your own children. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced anything like it, but take my word for it. It's more than just sex. Other boys stimulate me but only in a physical sense, but Gary... it's as if my whole body, my whole being, wants to be absorbed into his. I want him to totally possess me even more than my husband did. To possess me so completely, that the boy who came out of my body will be going back in, and he and I can become one whole complete person.
I can sense that Gary feels the same way. His body is slowly melting into mine as his cock slowly enters and leaves my mouth in long and even strokes. God, I'd like this to last forever.
"Mother, that's so good! Ohhhh, lick it, Ma! Ohhhh!"
His balls are pressing against my lips. I want to take them all in. I want to swallow them whole! Ohh, my whole body is beginning to burn up.
I can feel every ounce of my lubricants flowing out of my cunt. I never dreamed I could get so wet. Why now? It must be Gary. Only Gary could do this to me.
"Get out of your clothes, Ma. Let's get onto the bed."
Anything you say, Gary dear. Christ, this is better than I had dared to hope. I can barely keep my head clear. I'm swimming around in sheer joyous ecstasy.
"Ahh, this is heaven, Gary. For all the years we've known and loved each other, we've never really understood ourselves until now."
"But we'll never be the same again, Mom."
"No, we won't. And I'm gad, oh so glad."
I can't even express myself well enough to convey the feelings that are deep within me. It's so much more than I have said or even can say. The pleasure is so total, so complete, that if I were to die tomorrow, I would die having lived the fullest life a woman possibly can.
I want to stroke his cock over and over. Whatever I do, I want to do more. His thick shaft is so vibrant, so alive, that I want to own it, to take it in my mouth and never let it go.
"Let me have it, Gary! Ohh, let me suck that thick cock, Gary. I want to lick it and suck on it until I've had my fill, filled up with your sweet juice."
"Take it all, Ma. Start licking the tip again. Ahhh, that's good, Ma. Lick my cock from the piss-slit all the way down. I want to feel your lips caressing it, oh, that's good. Suck it, Ma. Suck that cock!"
And his balls are driving me wild. As I'm sucking that spear, sliding my face deeper and deeper along towards his body, I want to take his balls into my face. They are so huge, so filled with fuck-cream, that I must suck on them at once.
He's shaking with pleasure now. I have his cock in my mouth. I have supreme power over him. He's mine now, all mine.
"Suck it! Ohhhhh! Suck it! Suck that cock, Ma! Ohhhh!"
He's starting to tremble violently. I can feel the pulse racing through his entire body. That meat is buzzing with excitement. I can feel its vibrations from the tip down to the base. His whole body is twisting and humping wildly.
His prick is warm covered with my saliva. He's wet, as wet as my cunt. I want that cock inside my most intimate hole now. Oh, I wish I could be fucked now by a dozen sons, a dozen Garys, all with long and thickly hard pieces of meat.
My cunt is overflowing. Now that he's ramming his dick into my face as I'm lying on the bed, my juices are pouring out faster than ever. His body is straddling mine, his ass resting upon my belly, as I move my head back and forth to take in as much of his meat as I can.
I want to play with those balls, those deliciously full balls, as they sway back and forth in slow steady rhythm. But my hands are pressed against my pussy. If I had a dozen pairs of hands, I would touch both our bodies all over, never missing an inch. Touching Gary's flesh is sending me into orgasms of pleasure and I find I am unable to control myself.
"Oh, Gary, please fuck me! I want your cock inside my cunt. Please give it to me! Ohhh, please fuck me! My pussy is hot for you, Gary! Please fuck me as hard as you can!"
If Gary had two cocks, I could really be completely happy. I don't want to release his meat from my mouth, but I must have it in my cunt. I must be fucked. Only Gary give me what I need, what I crave.
He slowly taking his prick out of my mouth. I don't want to let it go, but I must feel it down there, within my cunt. I'm so wet, so hot, that I must have the fire put out before it consumes me, and I am totally destroyed by my own lust.
His cock looks so temptingly wet and shiny as he slides it out of my mouth. I cannot let it go, and yet I must.
I can feel him sliding his balls across my body as he lowers himself so that he can plunge his tool into my nest. I'm wet, oh, so wet, and I can feel myself nearly drowning in my own cunt-juice.
"Oh, Gary, that's it! Ohhh, do it, oh, please do it!" His cock is poised up above my cunt-mouth, and I want to feel it sliding in and out of that hole. "Please do it! Please fuck me, Gary! Ohhh, I must feel it! Ohhh, it's so hard, so long, so good."
My cunt hairs are floating in my lubricating creams. My cunt's ready, ready for his spear to stab me. He's using his fingers to widen my gash, and now his cock-head is starting to plunge all the way into me like a knife cutting through butter.
"Fuck me! Ohhh, it's wonderful! Fuck me, Gary! Ohhh, I want it! I want it so badly!"
His dick is sliding into me now. Ahh, what relief! My cunt walls are surrounding his pecker, pressing hard against his all-too-hard flesh.
His balls are now slapping against my cunt. He's starting to push and pull his dick in and out of me, and I can feel his chest resting upon my tits.
"Lick them, Gary." Oh, that my son will lick his mother's tits. His tongue is so tempting, so warm, so wet. "Lick my nipples. They're as hard as your cock is, Gary. Lick them, and suck out all my milk!"
His mouth is going crazy. My tits are pressed up into his face, and he turns from one tit to the other, sucking madly.
I want him to possess me now. To give me his sperm and make me belong to him totally. He wants me as much as I want him, and together, we can make each other very happy.
"Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
"Ohhh, Mother, I'm going to come! I'm going to come, Ma!"
He's shaking with wild hysteria. I can feel that cock going wild, pounding me faster and harder.
My ass is pounding the bed. My whole body is racked with pleasure, and I cannot control my shaking.
"I want you to come, Gary! Yes, come! Shoot your jism into me! Shoot all of your load, baby, all of it!"
His face is contorted with pleasure. It's finally happened. All of him is fucking me. I can feel his whole body plunging into my cunt.
My God, I can't stand it! I can feel that fuck-cream jetting into me! Ohhh, I want more! Ohhhh! Help me! Ohh, it's too much! His hot cum is flooding me! Ohhhh! My clit is on fire! Ohhh! Ohhhh!
I can't stop shaking. We're rolling over and over. Ohhh, we're going to fall off the bed. Ohhhh, I must keep that cock inside me!
Ohhh, that felt so good! His prick has stopped spurting, but I can feel it still squeezed within my cunt walls. I want to keep it inside me, keep him inside me.
I'm losing him now. He's slowly withdrawing his cock from my hole, and I don't want to let him go. I want to keep him inside my cunt forever.
I can still feel that fuck-cream swimming around inside my cunt. It's mixed with my own pussy-juice, and now it's beginning to slide out of my cunt, oozing down my leg.
Let me scoop up his jism with my fingers, so I can taste what my son's manly cream tastes like.
It's sweet, like milk and honey. Ohh, it's so good. I'm reaching into my pussy and digging up his cream, and I want more, still more.
"Hey! What's wrong?" He's gotten up suddenly. Who's there?
Holy shit! It's my sister!
"Well, Marianne, so that's what you were up to. I might have known!"
"You were spying on us, Elsie!"
"Yes, I was. I had to. You took my nephew away from me, and I had to find out why. I want him back, Marianne. You don't belong here. Get out of my house! Gary and I belong together, isn't that right, Gary?"
"Don't say that, Gary. You're my son. You belong with me!"
"She's crazy, Gary. You're mine, all mine. You said so, didn't you?"
Say something Gary. Don't just sit there like a dummy. Say something. Tell me you belong to me, not her.
"I am nobody's man," he said. "I belong to myself. No one owns me, not you, Elsie, not my mother, no one."
"But you'll stay here, won't you, Gary? You'll stay with me, and send your mother away."
"No. I'm sorry, Elsie. What we had was fun, but nothing more."
I can see the woman is crushed. I feel sorry for my sister.
"Let's get dressed and go, Gary. Let's go home."
"Yes, Ma. But I meant it when I said I belong to nobody. No one can own me. No one can possess..."
"But I possessed you, Gary."
"No. We were with each other, but we didn't possess each other. Now let's go home. Dad and Carolyn will be there by now."
"Don't cry, Elsie. We'll still be friends."
"He's my boy, Marianne. You gave him up. He's mine now."
"No. But we'll spend time together, won't we, Gary? We'll still see Elsie."
Gary's nodding, but I wonder. I really pity Elsie. She never mated. She will never know the true joys of having a son. Even if he fucks her again, it will never be the same. Having a son is the most beautiful experience in the world.
CHAPTER NINE
So now I'm finally going home. I feel funny about that now. It won't be the same home I left so long ago. How will Tom take it? How will Carolyn feel?
I'd like to drive home with Gary next to me, but he has his own car. We'll drive up together. What I wouldn't give to see Tom's face!
"You ring the bell, Gary. You ring and I'll walk in after you."
"Okay."
I can see Tom in the kitchen. Preparing a couple of drinks. I wonder what tart he brought home with him this time. God, the girls he goes out with! Sometimes I can just puke!
"MARIANNE!!"
I've got to laugh. It's amazing how many people are going to be surprised like that.
"Tom, it's good to see you."
"I-I-I didn't expect to see you."
"I daresay you didn't. Well, aren't you going to give me a hello kiss?"
I think he's about to. Look at the indecision on his face. I think he'll do it because it won't mean anything to him anyway.
"Daddy! Are you coming up with my drink or not? I'm thirsty!"
"Carolyn? Carolyn, is that you?"
"MA!!"
I told you. Everyone is startled. Boy, does that make me feel real good!
"Carolyn, how are you? It's good to see you again."
"Yeah, Ma. How come you're home?"
"I chose to return. Aren't you glad to see me?"
Liar. Something very funny is going on. Why is my daughter wearing a bathrobe?
Tom looks embarrassed. Carolyn ran back into her room. I have a very strange feeling that I know what's been going on, all the while Tom was lecturing me on "morality" and "the proper thing to do". Fucking damn hypocrite!
"Gary, is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"What I'm thinking? And don't pretend you don't know, because I'm sure you do."
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Yes, it's true."
"And how long has it been going on?"
"For longer than you'd want to find out."
"You mean before the incident with Ronald at school?"
"Of all the nerve! I'm going to kill that man! I could just wring his fucking neck!"
"Ma! Don't do anything rash! Ma! Come back here!"
I swear that husband is going to be sorry for this! And I believed him! I really thought that it would be best for the children if they didn't know what was going on between Ronald and me, and that's why I agreed to go. And all the time he was fucking his own daughter! I'm going to break his fucking neck!
"Okay, Tom, I think you owe me an explanation. Better yet, you owe me my time. How are you going to repay me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Marianne."
"I think you do. You know perfectly well, doesn't he, Carolyn?"
She's turning white. She's afraid that I've already found out what she and her father have been doing. It's not that I mind what they've been doing, it's the pretense that surrounded it.
"You know, Tom, your boss would be interested in learning how his employees spend their free time. I'm sure you'd become the talk of your company, don't you think?"
"Marianne, you wouldn't spread lies like that. I'll sue you for slander."
"Then go ahead. If you win your case, I'll go to your boss and tell him it wasn't true that you fucked your daughter. How's that? Maybe he'll give you a raise. I'll personally go to all your friends and say I lied when I said you'd been making it with Carolyn for the past three years."
"Three years? It's only been six months."
"Aba! So you admit it!"
"Urn, er, no. I admit nothing."
"Carolyn, answer me truthfully. Have you and your father been in bed together? Don't lie, because I've heard from other sources what the truth of the matter really is."
"Don't answer her, Carolyn! She's a wicked woman!"
"That's what he said about me when he found out I'd been with a boy at school. Well?"
"Yes, Ma, it's true. Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I could die!"
She's really upset. Well, she needed to be shocked like this. I can't believe I was such a jerk for listening to all of them. At least that time spent holed up in such a flea-bag hotel taught me something. I won't be pushed around any more.
"Well, Tom, when I entered, I gather I interrupted something? You were, I take it, planning to make this afternoon one of your encounters with Carolyn?"
"Yes, Marianne, now that you know, I guess there's no point in hiding it any longer."
"Good for you. Well, don't let me keep you from doing it. I hardly mind, you know. After all, what I can do with Gary, surely you can do with Carolyn."
"You've been what?"
"Not what. We fucked. To be blunt. Does that shock you? I hope so, because it'll be the only thing that can shock you."
"When was this?"
"This afternoon."
"But he was supposed to be with Elsie."
"He was until I cam along, but how I did come along is too long a story to go into."
"Well, you might as well know everything. I set up his meetings with Elsie in order to get him out of the house so Carolyn and I..."
"Could fuck?"
"Yes."
"Good. How clever of you. Well, I really don't want to keep you from your appointed rounds. Go to her, Tom. She's waiting for you."
"I don't think I could now."
"Oh, surely you could. You could always get it up. You're a real stud, Tom."
"It's not that. It's just that I don't think now is the proper time to do it."
"Well, I disagree. I think Carolyn heeds you now. Did you see that look on her face before?"
"Uh, yes, but..."
"So go to it, Tom baby! I wouldn't want to see you get frustrated. It isn't healthy, you know. Now get to her, before I start making some telephone calls. I want to watch this. I want to see the big stud perform. I want to watch every tiny detail. Perhaps I'll learn something if I watch your technique. I'll learn how to please a man."
He's actually going to try to persuade Carolyn to let him fuck her. He's not in the least interested in her feeling. I know Carolyn doesn't want him now, but he's so afraid that I'll tell his boss what's been going on that he'll humiliate his daughter to save himself trouble at the office. What a shithead.
Well, let them solve their own problem. Carolyn is big enough to take care of herself. Don't want to spoil her happiness. If she wants to make it with her father, let her. They'll then both deserve each other.
I'll go back to see what Gary's up to. Perhaps we'll go to dinner. I'm quite sure that Tom hasn't worried in the least about dinner, and I'm not about to start cooking and becoming a housewife.
"Did you kill him?"
"With words. It's amazing what words can do. He quivered like jelly when I threatened to call his boss. You should have seen him. Big strong man becomes weak little mouse."
"You see different now, Mom. You were always the image of a schoolteacher, and now you're more like, well, a tigress."
"I don't know if you mean that as a compliment, but I'll take it as one. Thanks. It's just the other part of me that I had kept hidden for so long. But now, that's in the past. I'm going to develop my whole self, and you just wait and see what I can become."
I think Gary likes me more now than he did before. There's a change in him, too. I know I played a major part in it, but I wonder whether it's just because he's growing up. It's no more mother and son. Now we're two very good and very close friends.
He's really such an attractive boy. I mean man. It's hard not to think of him in terms of his being very young, but he has grown up. He's a young man now, ready to make his way in this world.
The more I gaze at him, the more I want to be very close to him. In a way, it's how I felt about Tom when we first started going out. There was an animal magnetism about him, something that drove me wild whenever I went out with him.
And with Gary, even though he is my son, or perhaps because of it, I want him in the same way I wanted Tom. I do want Gary now. He's already fucked me once, but I want him again. I want to be with Gary over and over again.
I think he feels the same way about me. The way he's gazing at my body tells me something. I think I can see that his crotch is beginning to bulge. It's funny. It's harder for a man to lie than it is for a woman. If a guy gets a hard-on, he's given himself away, and if he can't get it up, no amount of words can convince a woman otherwise.
"Come here, Gary. I want you again, I want you like I wanted you before."
He's responding to me. I can feel his body starting to heat up. Even from this distance, I know what he's feeling.
"Touch me, Gary. Make me feel good all over. Ohhhh, yes, that's it, Gary. Please help me be happy."
His cock is beginning to stir. I can see the fabric of his pants starting to push upwards. I know he wants his mother. He wants me as I want him.
I'm rubbing my hand against his fly, and I've been proven right. His dick is hard. I can feel it. He's a very strong lad. I bet he can keep his prick hard no matter how many times he comes.
His balls are still filled with juice. As I reach into his opened fly, I can feel those balls, still heavy with his sperm. His supply of that juice must be endless. And I want it all, every last drop of it.
My nipples are starting to get hard. He can suck them and lick them, and I'll want him even more. That's it, Gary, reach into my blouse and massage my tits. Ohhh, you're making me so happy!
I hear footsteps. It sounds like Carolyn is running away from her father. I'm right. There she is. She was about to burst into the room where Gary and I are, and she's stopped dead. She can't believe her eyes! It's a wonderful sight!
"Carolyn, come back! I won't hurt you! Please, Carolyn, I need you!"
Oh, good old Tom. That's it, Tom old boy. Beg for it! Why don't you come out and crawl?
Ah, here he comes. Racing after her. Maybe he'll fall and break his fucking neck!
I know what's going to happen now. Just you wait and see if it doesn't. Carolyn's going to get really excited watching her brother fuck me. I know it. And then Tom will get what he wants. Well, so be it. I wouldn't deny them their pleasure for all the money in the world.
Gary's cock does feel good. I bet Carolyn has never seen her brother's prick. Well, take a good look, Carolyn. It's hard, like a rock, and you aren't going to have it.
I can feel those juices flowing. Boy, am I hot for it this time. I know what to expect, and it's going to be sheer heaven. It's going to be paradise.
His cock is ready for me. He's reaching out for my zipper, and my skirt is coming down. Take a good look, Carolyn. Learn how to really be fucked.
Ahh, my panties are practically clinging to me now. They're wet, and I'm hot. Come on, Gary, pull down my panties, and let's have that hot, hard dick! I'm ready for it, boy! Come on and fuck me!
I can see Carolyn starting to fuck herself. She's really going wild, pressing her fingers against her crotch. She can't get her eyes off her brother. I bet she's wanted him all this time!
Ohhhh, I can feel the tip of his dick against my pussy. I'm hot, and I want it! Ohhhh, that prick is sliding into me. Ohhh, I can feel my cunt walls surrounding his dick!
Carolyn is starting to stick her fingers into her cunt. Look at her sweet, delicate gash. It's all reddened and moist, and her damp bush is going to offer pleasure to her father. He's getting a hard-on. He's standing there beside her, and his dick's poking out of his bathrobe.
It's fascinating to watch. I wanted to devote all my attention to my son, but I'm enthralled by the sight of my husband getting ready to fuck our daughter. She wants it now, too. I knew it would happen. I told you so.
Tom's rubbing his meat in front of her. She's torn between wanting him now, and wanting to join us. Well, we'll see. Right now, all I want is Gary. I want him and I want him to want me only.
Ahhh, his cock is driving me crazy as it pumps in and out. Look at it go! My whole body is being consumed by him. He's a wild tiger, that one. He knows how to please a woman. My little boy has become a man!
Tom is going wild, too. Look at the way his cock pounds into her cunt. She loves it! She's screaming for it now! What a change! What a fickle girl!
She's watching Gary fuck me, but she's begging her father to do it to her. I wonder if she's aware of what she really wants.
Now she's pushing him away. She really does want Gary. He'll now have to make a choice.
Ohhhh, and what a choice! He's starting to lick out her pussy. Gary and Carolyn are finally getting it on with each other. It's beautiful! Her cunt is so hot and wet, and look at his tongue penetrating his sister's hole! Ohhhh, that's making me hotter then ever!
"Lick it, Gary! Ohhhh, lick my pussy!"
His hands are pressed against her ass, and he's pulling her cunt closer to his face. His tongue is going wild! He's eating out her hole quite wildly. Look at him go!
Tom is pissed. His cock has no place to go. It sure ain't going up my cunt, even if Gary chooses to fuck his sister.
"Marianne, please lick it! Go ahead, Marianne, lick my cock. Ohh, please suck it! Please!"
"Beg for it, Tom. Tell me how sorry you are."
"I'm sorry, Marianne. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. Please! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!"
He'll do anything for cum. At least I know now how to make him crawl. Hmmmm. His cock does taste good, as good as it used to taste so many years ago. Ahhhh, his prick is sliding into my face and he's starting to pump. Ohhhh, I'm going wild! I can't stand it! I'm being fucked by my son and face-fucked by my husband. Ohhh, this is too much!
I can't take this pleasure! It's wild. Gary is still going strong. God, does he have stamina!
"Suck that cock, Marianne! Ohhhh, suck it! Ohhhh, make me shoot my load into your face! Suck it! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
His balls are hot! I can feel them burning my lips. Christ, I bet he's going to flood me. He's going to drown me in his cum. Just like the old days, the good old days.
Gary's going wild. His cock is driving into me so fast! Ohhhh, I'm going to faint with pleasure.
Tom's huge prick is all the way down my throat. I can feel the tip of it pressing against the back of my throat, and I want to swallow it all. I want every inch of that meat.
He's going to come! They're both going to come! The four of us are going to come and all at the same time! I can feel my whole body about to be filled up with hot fuck-cream.
The two of them are fucking me faster and faster. Carolyn is screaming so loud I swear she's had ten orgasms in the last ten minutes.
Gary's body is all sweaty. He's hot, that one. His cock is driving me insane! My pussy is leaking so much juice, it's flooding everything around me.
"Suck it! Marianne, suck that cock! Ohhhhh, drink it! Ohhh! I'm going to shoot! Drink that cum! Ohhhhh! Suck it! Ohhhh, suck my cock! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!!"
I feel plugged up. Hot waves of fuck-cream have poured into me, and I am drowning in sperm. Yet still I want more. What more is there? Don't I now have everything I want?
I feel for the first time that perhaps we can be a family again. I know it will be difficult, but if we all try, if we all make an effort, then who knows? We may even grow to love each other the way Tom and I once loved each other. All we have now is hope, but perhaps that is all there is.
