The high rate of divorce in America is ample evidence of the many troubled marriages in our society today. We see more and more cases of people who have split up and remarried, not once, but several times. There has also been an increase in the breakup of older marriages.
Pat and Lew Scott are a typical, middle-class couple who have been married for fifteen years but who find themselves faced with a major marital problem-for the last five years Lew has been impotent. It is only through a series of traumatic experiences for both Lew and Pat that they come to better understand themselves, get rid of many debilitating inhibitions, and salvage their marriage.
And meanwhile they each work to keep up appearances as their lives are thrown into upheaval and they indulge in many forbidden pleasures behind the scenes.
HORNY FOSTER MOTHER-The story of a typical, middle-class American couple who manage to make a go of their marriage, who manage to each find their own form of satisfaction. And if the means they use appear unconventional, who is to say they are wrong? A novel with a message for the couples of today.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Now, thought Pat. He's got to fuck me now. If he doesn't, I'll go crazy.
Lew was stretched out beside her on the bed, naked, and his hands felt big and warm and possessive on her full pointed tits. Feverishly she caressed his broad shoulders, the well-defined muscles of his arms and legs, his taut belly and narrow hips. Lew bent his head to kiss her swelling boobs, and she saw that his tightly curled bronze-colored hair was tinged with silver. She liked that. It made him seem more authoritative to her, more of a father figure, and of course, like all the shrinks say, when a woman picks a lover, she's really looking for Daddy. Pat didn't concern herself much with the psychiatric implications of the scene, however. What she wanted was, quite simply, to get laid.
Lew was taking his time, drawing out the foreplay, which would have been nice enough under ordinary circumstances-but today her need for a fuck was extraordinarily urgent. She tossed restlessly beside him as he tongued one of her light-brown silky nipples. She dug her fingers urgently into the flesh of his shoulders, but he seemed content to go on licking and sucking at her sensitive little nipple, while Pat nearly writhed with frustration, her cunt hot and burning and increasingly wet. She happened to catch sight of herself in the tall mirror of the dresser, and she thought with some amusement how wanton she looked.
Her long, straight black hair lay in heavy, snakelike coils over the pillow, and the normally olive skin of her face was flushed with desire. Her teeth showed white as she panted; her heavy black eyelashes fluttered dizzily over her dark eyes. Even her slender but feminine body seemed to symbolize her nagging lust-her swollen tits standing up straight and tense, her long shapely legs flung wide apart in blatant invitation, the little black patch of her muff damp and trembling. She wasn't displeased with the image she presented. She thought she looked pretty damned good for a woman her age. The question was, how good did she look to Lew?
He was still sucking wetly, noisily, on her nipple, making it go rigid and bumpy and erect in the moist heat of his mouth. She began to caress him again, hoping to speed things up. In contrast to her slender, almost frail body, Lew was all breadth and muscle, a stocky, powerful figure, the image of brute masculinity. A coarse mat of reddish-blond hair covered his big chest and tickled her tender skin as he ground against her. She adored the power in his arms and shoulders, his prize-fighter physique. She wanted to be overpowered, dominated, fucked... But in contrast to his appearance, Lew made love as gently as a lamb, softly stroking, licking, kissing, sucking, as if she were something very delicate and fragile. She clung hotly to him, wriggling impatiently, wondering how to tell him of her urgent need for his stiff cock.
She wrapped her slender legs around one of his heavily muscled thighs and robbed against him. Her hungry cunt trailed its hot sticky cream along his thigh, and surely he could feel the feverish heat of her pussy. Sucking gently on her swollen nipple, he must be able to tell how her tits had grown taut and aroused since he began playing with them. He must feel the delirious mottling of her skin, the glowing warmth of her whole body, as his touch aroused her to impatient horniness. But if he felt these things, he chose not to respond. His pace was slow and gentle, tender and mild...
Pat knew of only one other thing to do. She caressed his broad hard body again, slowly working down over his shoulders and ribs and hips till she cupped the tight muscular rounds of his butt-cheeks. She squeezed them, marveling at his hard fitness, and then she slowly worked a finger between the tight sleek buns, probing delicately till she found the small bumpy mouth of his asshole. Her fingertip drew swift circles around the little clenched bung, and she heard Lew sigh softly. At last she'd discovered something that seemed to excite him. She circled the bumpy little shitter a few more times, then carefully worked the tip of her little finger inside. His asshole was tight, but as she squeezed past, she encountered slick hot flesh, and then she moved more easily. With a gentle but teasing pressure she worked her finger all the way to the last knuckle in his tight slick bung.
Lew sighed louder now, and she felt the ass muscles pulsing and nipping around her buried finger, urging her into motion. She began to fuck her finger in the slick hot sheath of his asshole, prompting him to louder sighs and faint trembling. She pumped faster, exploring the red-hot velvety tunnel of his bowels, and she heard him utter a helpless snort of excitement. Good, good...
Perhaps this would arouse him from his tender respect, his delicate approach to her body. She might look fragile, but she yearned for coarse, brutal action. Goddammit, she wanted to be fucked, fucked hard, right now.
Lew slipped his wet mouth from her rigid brown nipple and hastily transferred to the other nipple, still soft and yielding. He sucked it faster, with more animal urgency, than he had the other. His big hands, beginning to sweat with excitement, started to wander over her body, exploring and caressing. As he'd remarked when they first met, she had a strange and gifted body-very slender and delicate, except in one respect, her very large, firm, well-shaped tits. It was unusual to see such an impressive pair of knockers on such a slender girl, Lew had told her, eyeing her great melon-shaped tits appreciatively. He'd seemed really dazzled with her then. What was holding him back now?
Her little finger flew with wicked speed in his hot clenched bung, but beyond his initial sighing and writhing, it seemed to produce no new excitement. Reluctantly Pat withdrew her finger and explored farther down between his legs, over the moist hot flat, till she touched the rough hairy surface of his large balls. The hot bags were limp and sagging between his thighs, which disappointed her even though Lew had explained that flaccidity of the nuts had no relationship to sexual readiness. It was more related to temperature and climate, he said. If the weather was cold, his balls would be tight, and vice versa. Or was it the other way around? Pat didn't remember. She only felt, perhaps perversely and illogically, that if he was hot for her, his balls ought to be swollen and tight. She felt insulted that they were limp and doughy, utterly unexcited. She began to tickle the big nuts, a feathery but naughty flutter of the fingers that made him snort with pleasure.
Encouraged by his response, she cupped his saggy nuts in her hot little palms and began to squeeze and massage them in a gentle rhythm, as if she might somehow pump hot life into them. Lew sighed and wriggled, showing his appreciation, and she was pleased, again, to have found something he liked. The bristly copper-colored hairs tickled her palms, and the balls felt very heavy and moist and hot. Balls, she reflected, were not the most beautiful objects in the world, but she did get a kick out of arousing Lew this way. Perhaps cunts weren't so damned beautiful, either, but they sure as hell were sensitive to the slightest caress. She thought she could understand the subtle excitement Lew was feeling now, as her expert fingers kneaded and pumped his hot fleshy bags.
He panted, sighed, and occasionally gave a sharp snort of pleasure as she massaged his heavy hot balls. He was totally absorbed in her finger play, and he'd forgotten all about sucking her boobs, her wet nipple having slipped from his lips. That was fine with Pat. She enjoyed having her tits played with, but there was something more urgent on her mind just now. She wanted to get this man so horny that he could think of only one thing-fucking her silly. Because that was what she wanted, too. All the fancy foreplay could wait.
She tightened her palms around his quivering nuts, her touch hot and moist and urgent. She felt the slippery loose outer skin of his balls, the hard throbbing core inside. Nothing wrong here. He was definitely all male, his balls big and coarse-furred and full. They were swelling now in her feverishly hot hands, growing fat and heavy and taut. His big hands were working their way down her sleek slim body, enjoying the silky texture of her flesh, creeping inexorably towards her hot little cunt that creamed and throbbed in anticipation of his touch. But it wasn't his fingers she wanted right now-it was his cock. Her hungry cunt nipped and clenched and creamed in horny rhythm, waiting for the thick deep penetration of his cock she so desperately, needed. Oh, God, she thought, fuck me, Lew. Fuck me!
Lew's strong stubby fingers tickled expertly through the dark soft muff of her cunt mound and played mischievously on the throbbing hot little bud of her clitoris. She gasped and creamed hotly over his playing fingers. He rubbed her clit with her own abundant twat juice, making it slick to his touch, and she felt his gentle but insistent fingers tickling around and around the tiny hot shaft. Sharp dizzying pleasure washed through her, and she was grateful for his skilled play with the most sensitive erotic organ of her body, but it was still not what she wanted. His thick fingers snaked deliciously through the plump pink folds of her pussy lips, making her moan and cream hotly again onto his searching hand, but her excitement reached fever pitch as he approached the quaking wet mouth of her cunt. That was where she wanted him, dammit, right there, nowhere else...
She steadily massaged and squeezed his swelling balls as he played with her snatch, but she almost lost the rhythm when one of Lew's stubby thick fingers shot stiffly into her hungry wet cunt mouth. "Ahhhhh, God!" she cried softly. She said no more. She knew he didn't like her to talk, but that one exclamation had been impossible to contain. She wanted it so badly, this stiff penetration of her famished cunt, the cock-like jerking and sawing of his finger in her aching hole.
It was good, damned good. Now if only she could have the real thing...
"Lie back," he whispered huskily. "Ill eat you."
Pat fought back a sob of disappointment. She didn't want to have her pussy sucked, dammit, she wanted to get balled, FUCKED! She ached for it, her greedy little cunt snapping and tugging at his probing finger, her pussy walls pouring out floods of hot thick cream to lubricate the way for his prick. But it would do no good to tell him. He knew it already. No man could be so stupid and inexperienced that he wouldn't recognize the signs-the arched body, tits swollen and stiff against his chest, the flush that mottled her sleek skin from head to toe, the panting, the writhing, and above all the furiously creaming cunt, hot as a furnace and swollen as tight and plump as his balls. He had to know how ready she was, how desperately she needed his cock inside her gushing twat. Yet he ignored her need. He was gently pushing her back onto the bed, separating her legs, lowering his head towards her gleaming scarlet pussy...
"Wait," she said with hoarse urgency, "just a moment, darling... " She reached out and touched his cock. It was utterly limp, just like always.
He waited a moment, patiently, till her hands slipped wearily from his flaccid doughy prick, and then he slowly lowered his head into her steamy crotch. His tongue slid out to tickle her stiff little red clit, and Pat let her legs fall open wide, lying there limp and submissive. There was a wet sucking sound as his lips met her tender clitoral bud, and she shivered-not with excitement but with dread. Would it always be this way? As he began to suck her aroused cunt, she gave a helpless little sob.
* * *
Patricia and Lewis Scott were thirty-five and forty years old, respectively, and had been married for fifteen years. Though his powerful physique suggested manual labor of some sort, Lew Scott worked as a supervisor in an aircraft factory and rarely lifted anything heavier than a mug of coffee. He'd been fortunate enough never to be laid off during the slack times for the aircraft industry, and so he'd prospered, acquiring two cars, a sailboat, and a large ranch house in one of Los Angeles' many suburbs. Patricia worked, too, from time to time, since they had no children, and the Scotts were quite well off. Except for their inability to have children, they had never known any major disappointments in their marriage-not until the last few years, at least.
Pat was a respectable, modest girl, the epitome of "middle class", and found it difficult to discuss such intimate things as sex. Nevertheless she knew perfectly well that something was wrong, very wrong. Lew refused to discuss it, and she wouldn't have dreamed of discussing it with anyone else, but had she been able to talk about it, she could have ticked off the symptoms accurately and precisely. Lew had never been a passionate, excited lover, but for the first decade of their marriage, he'd at least been able to perform. The lukewarm little screw sessions seemed blissful in retrospect, to Pat, even though at the time she'd felt there had to be more to sex than this. Lew was her one and only lover, she had no one to compare him to, but she still suspected that a man ought to get more excited when he did it. Anyhow, that was all academic. After their tenth anniversary, he'd simply stopped fucking her at all. It came on fairly fast, his inability to get a hard-on-or, if he got one, losing it before he could penetrate her cunt.
She had finally screwed up her courage and suggested that he see a doctor, but his reaction was so violently hostile that she never dared bring up the subject again. Since he refused to talk about his inability to fuck her, she would never know what was bothering him. He did his best to keep her satisfied, using his mouth or tongue or fingers on her cunt to bring her off. She didn't know what he did to satisfy himself, if anything. She only knew that their sex life was over, that she couldn't seem to do anything about it, and this made her profoundly unhappy. Like most women, Pat found that her sexual needs and pleasure increased as she reached her thirties. It was the very worst time for Lew to lose interest in fucking. She had endured the situation for five years, out of her love for him, but she felt she couldn't stand it much longer. She was a normal healthy woman, and she wanted a normal sex life.
But what to do about it? Divorce Lew? Take a lover? Both notions were abhorrent to her. She was satisfied with Lew in all other respects, and she hated the idea of screwing around behind his back. She didn't know what to do, except to go on trying to arouse him, as she'd done today. For a while, she'd believed she was getting somewhere, especially when she felt his big hot balls swelling and throbbing in her hands, accompanied by his excited panting and snorting. But, no, it was the same as always. No matter what kinky thing she did, no matter how excited he got, his cock-the key to the whole thing-was utterly limp. Pat lay back, defeated and weary, while he expertly licked her swollen hungry cunt. Perhaps she would come, perhaps not; it didn't matter. She wanted to be fucked, genuinely fucked, and if she couldn't have that, she really didn't care about the rest.
* * *
Lew Scott was not a hard-hearted man. He was acutely aware of Pat's sexual frustration, and he did his best to take care of her needs, but when it came to the subject of his impotence, he simply couldn't talk with her or with anyone else. It was too private, too painful. He didn't see that there was much he could do about it, either. It was simply a matter of preference, of taste-or so he told himself-and a person should not be forced to act contrary to his tastes. Lew didn't like to fuck any more. What he liked-and he'd die before he confessed it, even to Pat-was to watch other people screwing.
He'd never been too keen on fucking anyhow. He hadn't dated much as a young man, being much more interested in his studies. In college, engrossed in his engineering courses, he'd been pushed into a few blind dates by his fraternity brothers, but he'd found the whole thing sort of messy and tedious. He never made the advances; the girls did. There was something about this physically powerful but shy man that drove them wild. They all wanted to seduce him, as if his reticence were a challenge to their feminine talents. Lew usually obliged and fucked them if they got horny enough, not wanting to be a poor sport, but he saw nothing to get excited about. It was always the same-the panting girl laid out on the seat of the car, her legs spread, her hands clawing wildly at his shoulders as his prick entered her cunt; the squealing and whimpering and moaning, the heavy hot creaming around his cock, the hoarse cries and cuntal spasms of the female climax. Lew's orgasms were never spectacular, because he was too nervous. He didn't like being pressed against another writhing hot body. It felt almost like an invasion of his privacy.
He had decided quite definitely never to marry, and then he met Pat. She was different, a real lady, modest and shy and clean the way a woman ought to be. She didn't try to seduce him. The very fragility and delicacy of her body excited him, because she seemed vulnerable and unaggressive. They got along well together, shared many interests, and Lew decided that, on the whole, a wife like Pat would be an asset. She was pleasant to be with, he'd never be lonely with her, and it would help his career if he were a married man instead of a bachelor. She remained a virgin till their wedding night, which was just as he wanted it. All through their marriage, he had called the shots, he was in charge, and Pat seemed content-content, that is, until he didn't want to fuck any more. She only tried to talk about the problem once, and in his panic he lashed out at her, shut her up. Now she never referred to it, but he could tell she was unhappy. She wanted a normal sex life, and he could hardly blame her, but he wasn't going to fuck her. He never admitted to himself that he couldn't; he just told himself that he didn't want to. There would have to be some other solution for Pat.
Lew had already found his solution. He'd discovered it by accident five years ago, when he was taking his customary stroll after dinner. They'd just moved to the ranch house then, after ten years in the city, and he discovered that out in the suburbs people didn't close their windows and curtains. He walked by house after house with well-lit completely exposed bedrooms, and several times he saw people undressing. First it shocked him a little, but gradually it began to amuse him, and finally he found that he was actually getting aroused by it. What finally turned the trick was coming upon yet another open bedroom window-only this time he saw a couple fucking.
He could hardly believe it at first. He did a double-take, circled back, and gawked. There was no doubting the evidence of his own eyes. A young couple sprawled naked on the bed, feverishly embracing, and as Lew watched in unashamed fascination, the man crawled on top of the woman, who eagerly drew her legs up and out, welcoming his cock into her open cunt. Lew watched his pale stiff prickshaft disappearing up her hair-fringed scarlet hole, watched the swift noisy fucking action, the hard white rod zipping in and out of the quaking little hole, growing increasingly wet with pussy juice. He heard the squishy lewd noise of their fucking, the woman's hoarse little cries, the man's loud panting. It was the first time he'd ever watched anyone else screwing, and he was astounded at how excited it got him. Before he knew it, his cock went rigid in the crotch of his pants, and he found himself helplessly unzipping, drawing out his swollen meat, jacking off like a guilty little boy-except that the guilt was absent. As he kept his eyes on the rutting, gasping couple, he pumped his stiff prick swiftly, and he felt pure joy and pleasure. He saw the man's pale ass going into jerking spasms, humping with lightning speed as he began to come, and he saw the young woman arch her body sharply to meet the swift fuck thrusts, heard her moan deeply as her body, too, began to spasm. As the couple came, Lew came, spraying his jizz wildly over their back lawn. His knees went rubbery, and he almost fell. He struggled not to cry out. It was a much more powerful climax than he'd ever experienced with women, even with Pat.
Afterwards he felt a little amused by the event, but never guilty. He'd known from the moment it began to happen that this was the way for him, the supreme sexual discovery of his life. There was even a name for it-voyeurism. He was not ashamed. It felt right to him, and he would not try to avoid it. If his evening stroll brought him other such moments-and in the next five years it often did-he would enjoy it to the fullest. The only problem was his wife. Soon after his first experience at watching others ball, he didn't want to fuck any more. Soon he couldn't. His cock just wouldn't rise to the occasion, no matter what pleasant things Pat to him. He felt sorry for her, but he wasn't going to violate his own sensibilities. She'd just have to take the best he could offer, his fingers and tongue.
Only that wasn't going to work any more. She'd tried so hard today to get him aroused, to get his cock up, that he knew in advance she wouldn't be content with anything but an actual fuck. Too bad, because that was the one thing he couldn't give her. His prick would rise for others, for strangers, but not for her. He gave it his best, sucking expertly into the dark folds of her swollen pussylips, using his long tongue stiffly, like a miniature cock, to ream and saw in her bubbling red-hot cunt, but all the while he could hear her sobbing quietly. Things had reached a crisis. She wasn't going to be content with halfway measures any longer-and he didn't want to lose her. She was still his friend, he wanted her company, and, most important of all, there was a way that both he and she could find sexual fulfillment-if she was game, if he worked it just right. It was time to propose that solution.
He'd thought about it for a long time now, had investigated it thoroughly, and it would take care of all their problems. The only deterrent would be Pat's modesty, her conventional way of thinking. So he wouldn't reveal the whole thing to her at once. If he got her approval to go ahead with the plan, that was enough for now. Later he could explain its wider possibilities.
He gave up his hot loud sucking of her steamy twat. It wasn't doing any good. He drew away from her crotch, lit cigarettes for them both, and handed one to Pat, who lay quietly looking at him with tearful eyes. She inhaled deeply.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said. "You know there's a problem, and that I don't want to talk about it. It won't be this way forever, I promise, but it could take time. Meanwhile, you need something new in your life, something to keep you busy and happy. How would you like to adopt a son?"
Pat's eyes brightened briefly, then went sad again. "That'd be lovely, Lew," she said, "but you know it's not possible. We tried every adoption agency there is-we're too old, no babies are available. Why bring it up again?"
"There's something we didn't consider," said Lew. "Being foster parents. That's different from adoption, and it's much easier. Of course we still couldn't get an infant-they want younger people for that-but we could have bright, healthy kids to take care of. I had a talk with the county agent about it. They need people to take in teenage boys. Don't worry-these aren't juvenile delinquents, just kids whose parents can't care for them because of illness or poverty. They'd be nice boys, Pat, and we'd be doing a good thing. The agent said we could have one or two kids tomorrow if we want. There's a desperate need for foster parents. What d'ya say?"
Pat smiled at him, sincerely smiled, for the first time in months. "I think it's a wonderful idea," she said, "and I love you for thinking of it. Oh, Lew, let's do it!"
Lew smiled back, just as sincerely. His opening move had succeeded, and now all he had to do was gently introduce the rest of the plan, waiting for the right moment. With a house full of healthy teenage boys, that moment was bound to come, for, as he well remembered, a healthy boy is a horny boy. Pat was still voluptuously attractive, and he'd make sure that the boys were handsome and inviting. She was bound to succumb sooner or later; the chemistry had to work. And then he could watch while they fucked her. It was perfect. He just had to be patient and play all his cards right "Okay, baby," he said, chucking her under the chin, "I'll call the agent right away."
CHAPTER TWO
When Lew called home from work the next day and said that they were to become foster parents to a seventeen-year-old boy, Pat found herself ridiculously excited and happy. "Ridiculous"- because they were not receiving an infant, only a teenage boy who might not even be with them very long. Foster children are not adopted; they live with other families only until their real parents can care for them again. But Pat couldn't help her sense of giddy expectation. Any child was better than none. A child might help drain off the tremendous reserves of energy and affection she'd stored up over the past five years, unable to expend them on the unresponsive Lew. A child might even help distract her from her problems, particularly her growing need for an all-out fuck. She warned herself not to expect too much, but when Lew drove up to the house with the boy, she was almost shaking with excitement.
They came in the side door, into the kitchen where she was fixing dinner, and her first thought was how attractive the boy was, how exceptionally handsome. "Hi, sweetheart," Lew greeted her, giving her a quick hug. "This is Rick. Hell be staying with us awhile."
"Hi, Mrs. Scott," said Rick, smiling and coming forward to shake hands. He was perhaps an inch or two taller than Pat, blond and tanned, with fine features, bright-blue eyes, and a slim but muscular body. He seemed healthy, intelligent, and well-mannered. Pat was very pleased with Lew's choice.
"Call me Pat, please," she grinned, returning the boy's handshake firmly. "Lew will show you your room, Rick, and dinner will be ready shortly. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask us."
Rick thanked her politely and went upstairs with Lew. There was just one thing that bothered Pat about their initial meeting. She couldn't help noticing that the boy's piercing blue eyes kept straying over her body, focusing with special intentness on her full pointed tits. His voice was polite enough, but his eyes told another story. His scrutiny made her feel uncomfortable. But she told herself to forget it, tried to laugh it off. Wouldn't it be normal for a boy that age to gawk at tits? He probably wasn't even conscious of doing so.
Dinner was a pleasant affair, for Rick was not shy and managed to carry on quite an interesting conversation. He told about his family, how his father had been disabled on the job and his mother forced to take up prostitution to support the family. Pat was a little shocked but totally fascinated. "So the county took me away," Rick concluded, "because they said my mother is a bad influence. They don't understand. There's no other way for her to make a living."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Lew asked.
"Nope," said Rick. "Why should it? It's a living, like any other. She never brings any of those guys home, anyhow. I think it's really dumb, having laws against prostitution. Who does it hurt?"
"No one," said Lew. "It's what they call a crime without victims. I agree, Rick, it should be legalized."
"I don't know about that," said Pat, "but certainly they had no right to take you away from your natural parents, not if that's the only way your mother can support the family."
The talk went on, Lew and Pat generally in sympathy with Rick's arguments, till it was time for bed. Pat was just getting into her nightgown when there was a soft knock at their bedroom door. Lew, already in bed, motioned for her to answer. "Yes, Rick?" she said, opening the door a crack and peering out.
"May I talk to you a minute, Pat?" he said.
"Of course. We'll go to your room. Lew's just about asleep."
* * *
Lew was far from sleeping. He watched Pat step quietly out of the room, and he smiled to himself. So far, so good. He had chosen the boy Rick carefully. During his visit to the county juvenile center, he'd asked for a tour of the place, which gave him a chance to study the various boys available for placement in foster homes. He'd spotted Rick at once, not only because of his exceptional good looks, but because the kid could hardly keep his eyes off the young nurse's sweet little ass as she went around conducting a health check. That was the boy for Lew-a bright, horny kid who could charm women. Now that he'd heard Rick's full story, he wouldn't have been surprised if Rick had done some pimping for his mother-but of course he'd never mention the hunch to Pat, who'd be horrified. In fact he'd say nothing at all to Pat, just let her make up her own mind about the boy. He sensed he could trust Rick to make the right impression.
He waited for a minute after Pat had gone, then got out of bed and stepped into the walk-in closet that divided their room from Rick's. He'd prepared tins spying post long before he suggested to Pat that they take in foster children. Safely concealed behind the clothes, he made use of a peephole he'd drilled. It gave him an excellent view of Rick's room. He saw Rick sitting on the edge of the bed, Pat standing before him, talking earnestly. If everything went right, the greatest erotic adventure of his life was about to unfold.
* * *
"You don't have to follow any of our habits if you don't want to," Pat was saying. "Just do what's familiar and comfortable."
"Thanks," said Rick. "I guess it was a silly question, but as I started getting undressed, I wondered if you'd be... uh... offended if I didn't wear pajamas, so I had to ask. I never owned pajamas before." He was lounging on the bed barefoot, wearing just his jeans and T-shirt, his long blond hair slightly tousled. Pat couldn't help thinking how handsome he was, how clean and fresh-looking. She felt a sudden motherly impulse to caress him, but stifled the urge immediately.
"Well, don't worry about it," she said, smiling. "No one cares if you wear pajamas or not. We just want you to be happy, that's all."
As she spoke, she noticed his intent blue eyes drifting over her body again. It concerned her more this time because she was in her nightgown, a rather sheer affair held up by two thin straps and plainly revealing the curved outline of her body. Glancing down, she saw that her tits appeared especially prominent and pointed in the gown, and that her light-brown nipples could be faintly seen through the thin material. It was time to beat a retreat. She didn't want to give the boy any food for fantasy. It embarrassed her terribly to think of him lying awake in the darkness jacking off to a vision of his new foster mother. She would have to remember to wear more modest nightgowns, if there were to be teenage boys in the house.
"Well, if that's all, I'll say good night, Rick," she told him.
"Oh, there was one other thing," he said quickly.
"Yes?" Pat waited, but he chose that moment to continue undressing, as if he were too sleepy to wait. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head, rumpling his thick blond hair, and exposing his sleek tan chest, which was absolutely hairless. The boy seemed almost frail compared to Lew, yet he appealed to her by his very delicacy and purity. She couldn't help gawking at his perfect young body, admiring it wistfully. Then she shook herself back into reality. He had wanted to ask her something.
"Yes, Rick?" she repeated.
Rick was slow in answering, because he hadn't thought of the question yet. He'd said he had a question, but only to keep her with him. He found his new foster mother powerfully attractive, and he wanted to prolong this delicious moment of examining her lovely body through the nearly sheer nightgown. He could see that she was slender and supple, in very good shape for an older woman, which pleased him, but most of all he was drawn to stare at her exceptionally large boobs which poked out firm and sharp and bold under the cloudy material of her gown. He wanted to touch her whole silky body. He could smell her light but expensive perfume; he could see from her well-groomed healthy aura that she took very good care of herself. Rick's only sexual experiences had been with street girls, dirty urchins who'd fuck for a dollar or two, girls who smelled like the gutters they came from. He wondered, longingly, how it would be to fuck a real lady-someone like Patricia Scott. He wondered how difficult it would be, whether she'd enjoy the screw or not, how she'd behave. The questions alone were getting him pretty damned horny, and the sight of her sleek body was doing the rest. But he'd better speak up, or she'd leave.
"Uh... I just wondered what school I'll be going to," he said.
"Oh, of course," said Pat, completely innocent of the horny thoughts running through the boy's mind. "I checked on that, Rick. It'll be the local high school, Central. I hope that's all right."
"Oh, yeah," said Rick, "that's a real nice school." In fact he didn't care what school he went to. It didn't matter, because he skipped most of his classes anyhow. Totally absorbed in his lusty fantasies about Pat, he began to slip off his jeans, glancing surreptitiously at the softly quivering outline of her big full jugs. Christ, if he could only think of a way to turn her on... But he had no experience with women like Pat, didn't know what moves to make.
Pat found herself increasingly embarrassed and uncomfortable. In theory she approved of nudity as being a good and natural thing, but in practice it unnerved her. She couldn't keep from blushing as Rick absently removed his clothes in front of her. No doubt he was used to crowded tenement life with its lack of privacy, and he didn't think twice about stripping in front of strangers, but to Pat it was a very uncomfortable moment. She didn't know where to look or how to behave. She tried to pass it off, to ignore it, but her eyes kept creeping to the boy's crotch. She felt it was wicked of her to stare, but it was like a compulsion. He stripped to his Jockey shorts, and she saw an obvious plump bulge there, but such was her ignorance of adolescent anatomy that she wasn't sure if he had a hard-on. That bulge did seem awfully large-but, then, she'd only seen one cock in her life, Lew's, and Rick's might be bigger.
As she thought of it-a bigger prick than Lew's, an eager erect prick that stuck up stiff and thick and blood-engorged-her pussy grew red-hot with need, and she felt steamy juice trickling from her starved cunt and running down her thighs. My God, she thought, what's the matter with me? Must I always be horny, always thinking of sex? She blushed at her secret shame. She felt she ought to leave Rick's room at once, yet the sight of his superb young body held her there like a magnet, and she couldn't help her quick secretive glances at his bulging crotch. It had been so long since she'd seen or touched an erect cock, far too long since she'd had one in her cunt.
Stop it! she told herself firmly. Stop it at once. You're old enough to be his mother. In fact you're supposed to be his mother, at least temporarily, so act like one! She was thoroughly ashamed of her wicked thoughts. She couldn't explain her lack of self-control, the way his nearly naked body was turning her on.
"Were you born in California?" Rick asked, desperate to keep the conversation going. He was unaware that she was responding to his progressive nudity, but he sensed that she was somehow attracted to him. She was acting kinda funny, that was for sure, blushing and lowering her eyes a lot.
"No... Pennsylvania," said Pat, almost stammering in her nervousness. "And you, Rick? Were you born here?"
"Yep," he said, grimly nodding, "right here in good ole L.A. I've never been anywhere else. Hell, I've only been to the beach twice."
"Well, you'll go places," Pat said reassuringly. "When you're grown up and earning your own living, you'll be able to travel. You'll--" She stopped in mid-sentence as Rick, listening attentively, began slipping off his shorts.
She just couldn't go on; the words seemed to stick in her throat. She thought how odd it was that at the age of thirty-five she'd seen only one man, her husband, without his clothes on. Her dark eyes were hopelessly glued to Rick's crotch as the boy lowered his shorts without a trace of self-consciousness. In Rick's home no one had a room to himself, no one was ever alone, and so he had no idea how shocking it was to Pat to have him undress in front of her. Pat knew this, knew she couldn't scold him, knew she shouldn't stare. Yes, she knew all the sensible things, but she couldn't follow them. All she could do was stare helplessly at his crotch. He kicked away his shorts, and she almost gasped aloud as she saw his pale young cock waving and dangling from his belly. It was the only cock she'd ever seen besides Lew's, and she was fascinated by it.
Though he was only seventeen years old, Rick was very well-developed, and even in its half-hard state, his pale young prick was as long as her husband's. In contrast to Lew's uniform hairiness, however, Rick's body was sleek and nearly nude of hair, a mere glowing blond down covering the base of his pale prick. His balls wobbled before her eyes, round and pink and innocent-looking, sheathed in that same light down, and they, too, were as large as Lew's thick-furred nuts. It had never occurred to her before that her husband wasn't exceptionally well-hung, and Lew had been careful to conceal the fact from her. Now she knew. This boy was already as well-endowed as Lew, and he was still growing. She tried to tell herself that cock size wasn't important, but the mere thought of how big his dick would be in full erection was enough to make her shiver with longing, enough to make her long-neglected cunt swell and cream. Her breathing quickened as she remembered, all too vividly, how good it felt to have her cunt penetrated, stuffed with hard cock. It had been five years, five long years since Lew had fucked her, but she still wanted it so badly that she could almost feel it.
Rick had run out of small talk and was wondering desperately how to keep this lovely older woman with him. She seemed very nervous being alone with him-flushed, shivering, edgy. His words weren't holding her, and he didn't know what else to do besides move in, overwhelm her. He feared the action might be too crude for a refined woman like Pat, but it was the only way he knew, and it had worked with other girls. Forcing a look of confidence onto his face, a confidence he certainly didn't feel in her dignified presence, Rick stepped towards her and pressed his body against her. She went rigid and unbreathing as he slipped his arms around her firm slender body.
"I'm awfully glad to be here," he said softly. "I like you."
Pat didn't know what to think. His words sounded sincere, and she was grateful for them, but they didn't match the action of his body, that all-too-adult embrace. He gently pulled her to him, till her large warm tits softened against his chest, till her delicate cunt mound felt the semi-rigid long line of his cock. He was breathing warmly against her hair, and then he was lowering his head, his mouth was pressing eagerly onto hers... That was when she made her mistake. She should have pulled away instantly, should have told him in no uncertain terms that she was a respectable and faithful married woman and would have nothing to do with him. She didn't. Instead, she melted with a sudden rush of hot lust, melted into his arms and opened her mouth slightly as he eagerly kissed her. His embrace tightened, and she felt his hot slippery tongue gliding into her mouth. She , moaned hoarsely, and the next thing she knew, he was gently laying her down on the bed...
* * *
From his spying place in the closet, Lew Scott watched the whole scene with utter delight. He hadn't dreamed it would work so well, go so smoothly, that it would happen so fast. He'd been afraid that Pat's middle-class decorum and modesty would be difficult to overcome, that no matter how much she secretly lusted for the boy, she'd be very difficult to seduce. He was surprised and delighted when she proved him wrong. He'd held his breath up to this point, noting her longing, her helpless glances at the boy's crotch, but fearing that her stern sense of morality would hold her back. But Rick had saved the situation. Lew had chosen well when he picked that boy. Rick hadn't wasted time with words, hadn't given her a chance to debate the issue. He'd simply moved in and conquered, before she could reestablish her self-control.
Lew watched through the peephole as the boy led her gently to the bed, laid her down, and reached for the hem of her nightgown. Lew was tremendously excited, as excited as he'd been the night of his first, accidental peeping incident. Somehow it was especially arousing for him to see his wife with another man. He felt his cock growing hard and hot in his pajamas, and he slipped his rod out to squeeze and pump it, carefully controlling his rhythm so as to coincide with the scene in the next room. He wanted to come when they came, wanted to jet out his sperm just as Rick's boyish cum spurted into Pat's wet, receptive cunt. He almost moaned aloud with excitement as he thought of his wife getting fucked by the kid...
* * *
Pat felt the cool air of the room wafting over her bare skin-her calves, knees, thighs-as Rick slowly raised her nightgown. He was still kissing her, his tongue deep and busy in her mouth, and this muffled her faint protests. She knew the whole thing was wrong, knew she should get away, but her lusty excitement made her want to linger just one more moment, just a while longer, to enjoy as much as she could. It had been a very long time since Lew had kissed her with real lust or touched her body with the feverish eagerness of a man who really wanted to fuck. Rick's taut young chest pressed down aggressively on her big sensitive tits, and her nipples went bumpy and rigid with arousal. She resisted the impulse to throw her arms around him, to return his kiss, and yet she couldn't bring herself to move. He raised her nightgown higher, uncovering the soft dark hair of her muff, and she knew it was time to stop-and yet she'd die if she stopped now. God help her, she needed a fuck, needed it far too much...
Rick could scarcely control himself as he pawed her wonderfully soft but firm body. He'd never laid a grown woman before, and never had he felt any female so smooth, so well-groomed, so good-smelling. Her little muff was like silk to his touch, her body warm and creamy and delicious to caress. He didn't want to scare her off, he sensed that she wouldn't welcome a sudden animalistic attack, and so he forced himself to be gentle, to go slowly-but, Christ, it was hard. Very hard not to throw himself bodily onto her, wildly and blindly jabbing his prick into her cunt. For his tool was fully erect now, his young cock rigid and swollen with need, the dark-red knob dribbling bubbly white cream onto the bedspread. Trembling with horny urgency, he pushed her nightgown up higher yet, at last exposing the great white wobbling mounds of her tits.
He had to break the kiss in order to have a look at her boobs. Pat gasped as his mouth left hers, she whimpered and panted, but she put up no resistance as yet. Rick raised himself a little and gawked at her huge pale tits with their faint tracery of light-blue veins and their light-brown bumpy nipples. They were easily the most beautiful jugs he'd ever seen, each one almost as big as his head, yet in no sense gross. They were perfectly shaped, very firm, quivering gently with her excited breathing. His hands broke into a lusty sweat as he reached out to cup the big creamy globes of flesh. As he fitted his hands firmly around them, Pat sighed deeply and closed her eyes. He began to squeeze her big tits gently but steadily, delighting in their silky warmth and the way they filled and overflowed his palms. His previous sexual contacts had been quick and brutish, he had never learned tenderness, yet he found himself impulsively kissing her big wobbling tits, gently but hotly kissing them all over as they quivered and swelled in his hands.
Stop it! Pat told herself desperately. Stop before you do something you'll regret. She loved her husband, she had no right to deceive him like this. And Rick was so young, really young enough to be her son. The whole thing was tainted and wicked. These things struck her forcefully, yet her body was at war with her conscience, and so far her body was winning. She ached to be caressed, admired, loved. She ached to be wanted, fucked... It would almost be worth the guilt, she thought, just to feel his cock inside her pulsing cunt, to satisfy that unbearable longing, the pent-up need of five years. At least she could enjoy him a moment longer. She didn't have to let him fuck her. Just let him go on touching her a little while...
Rick's excitement and curiosity got the better of him. She wasn't resisting, so he dared to slip his hand down her silky firm body, into the moist fur of her pussy, to explore her hidden gash. What he felt was very good news, indeed. Her cunt was burning hot and very wet, sure signs of arousal, signs a woman couldn't fake or conceal. She said nothing, she did not return his caresses, but she wanted him to fuck her, he was sure of that. Funny thing, too. Her husband, Lew Scott, looked like a real stud. But maybe they'd been married so long that she was bored with the same old cock. A street-wise kid, Rick knew it went that way sometimes. He made no moral judgment of it; he merely thought how it could play to his advantage. If this beautiful older chick wanted some variety, he sure as hell was the boy to give it to her.
Emboldened by these thoughts, he slowly shifted the full weight of his body onto her, and they sighed almost in chorus as his hot rigid dick touched her silky inner thighs. He was sure she was ready and eager for his cock, and so he didn't hesitate to seize his rock-hard throbbing meat and plunge the dribbling red head into the steamy pink flesh of her swollen gash. He didn't get in her cunt with the first thrust-sometimes it was ludicrously hard to find that hot little hole-but he began to thrust around, certain that his prick would soon slip inside.
Pat stopped breathing in her sharp excitement. She'd been so dizzy with lust that she'd hardly noticed when Rick climbed on top of her, noticed nothing until she felt the hard hot head of his erect young prick against her swollen pussy lips. He poked urgently at her cunt hole but missed the mark. She gasped, and her hungry twat creamed furiously as she thought of how wonderful it would feel when his cock glided into her snatch all the way...
If only Lew could still do this for her, if only Lew's cock felt as hard and long and ready as this one...
Lew.
My God, she'd forgotten all about Lew! He hadn't been asleep when she left; he must be wondering what the hell she was doing in the kid's room. She'd been there far too long. He'd come looking...
"Rick, no!" she cried, pushing violently at his shoulders.
The boy was taken by surprise, he'd been so sure she was dying for his cock. She managed to push him off her quaking body, and he rolled clumsily onto the bed. He was still gawking at her, confused and astonished, as she fled the room. "Shit," said Rick. "SHIT!"
* * *
Rick's anger and frustration were more than equaled by Lew's. He'd been deliriously absorbed in his spying, hungrily jacking his swollen meat as he watched his wife helplessly succumbing to the boy's eager love-making. He'd been hot and horny, just on the verge of coming, when Rick crawled onto her quivering body and began thrusting his rigid young rod between her thighs, into that moist, hairy gash which was no doubt drooling with readiness by now. He watched Pat intently- her flushed face, her dizzy fluttering eyes, the way her long legs stretched and opened as the boy mounted her. She wanted his cock, Jesus, she wanted it-and the kid almost got his prick into her cunt when suddenly, inexplicably, she cried out and pushed him away and fled. The stupid bitch. Crazy, stupid cunt. Lew knew damned well that she was continually horny, had been for five years, and yet she muffed this beautiful chance to get fucked. Could anyone be that repressed, that moralistic? Yes, he thought miserably, his wife could. His decent, modest, perfect little wife.
And to make things worse, he was trapped in the closet. Before he could recover from his surprise and chagrin, she'd run back to the bedroom. He could hardly emerge from the closet with a hard-on. Even Pat would suspect that he had something going in there. A thick curtain covered the closet door, and he crept up to it and peered through a small hole. He looked-and then he grinned. Perhaps the evening wouldn't be wasted after all.
* * *
Lew was gone when she hurried back into the bedroom, but Pat thought nothing of it. He was a light sleeper, and very often he'd get up in the night and go for a walk. She was actually glad of it this time, because she desperately needed to be alone, not only to sort out her thoughts but to satisfy the unbearable craving of her overwrought pussy. There had been times in the past five years when she'd been driven to masturbate, out of sheer sexual starvation, but she'd always been able to wait for a safe time, when Lew was at work. Not now. If he'd been there, she would have gone into the bathroom or the kitchen to do it. She was glad to have the solitary use of their bed. She wasn't proud of what she was about to do, but it was necessary. It had killed her to tear herself from Rick's arms at that crucial moment, and she felt she'd die if she didn't come.
Pat moaned hungrily, closed her eyes, and slowly slid her hand down over her swollen boobs, her sleek ribs and belly, into the moist plump lips of her cunt. She gasped and reddened as she touched her tiny tender red clit, and she began to circle it gently but insistently with her fingertip. As she did this, her thighs opened wider and wider, and Lew, watching intently from the closet, saw the whole scarlet expanse of her hair-fringed slit. He'd never seen her cunt so wet and swollen before, never seen her so desperately horny. The kid had done well, very well. He shouldn't have expected her to give in so easily, to succumb the very first time. Another time would probably do it. Things were going very well after all. The fact that she was driven to frigging herself was very encouraging-and very exciting. Lew found it a real turn-on to watch unseen while his wife moaned and writhed and rubbed her sensitive little clit. He seized his rigid cock again and started to pump it as he watched her.
Pat's voice, normally mild and soft, was husky with need as she touched her rigid little clit, circling the fleshy red shaft again and again. "Ooohhh!" she wailed. "Ohhh, yes, yesss... " She could almost feel Rick's hot hard young body on top of her, feel the rigid pole of his ready cock. In her fevered fantasy, her stiff middle finger became his pale rigid dick, inching with tantalizing slowness towards her nipping flooded cunt mouth. "Yes!" she squealed. "Yes, screw me! Oh, God, put your cock in me... please... " She wasn't ashamed of her lewd words because she thought she was alone. It was an infantile thing, perhaps, to finger-fuck herself and pretend it was Rick, but it was better than committing adultery, better than writhing all night in boiling frustration. She began to slip her stiffened finger into the red-hot dripping mouth of her cunt, but she knew immediately that it wasn't going to be thick enough. It had to be big and thick, like Rick's delicious young cock. She tried using two fingers, then three, and that was enough to carry on the illusion. She jabbed deeply, roughly, into her creamy, blazing cunt, and instantly she was shaken with intense pleasure, a joy so shattering that her cunt cream boiled out in steamy rivers to wet the sheet beneath her. She worked her hand savagely inside her convulsing hole, like a gigantic raping cock, and in moments she was howling helplessly as the first spasms of climax overcame her. Dizzily she wondered if it would have been this way with Rick, if she would actually have let him fuck her... She didn't know, didn't care, not in this moment of wild pleasure.
She didn't see the closet curtain darkening with Lew's powerfully jetted sperm, nor did she hear his light panting as he jerked himself into an intense and deeply satisfying orgasm. She fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the day's tension, and was unaware of her husband standing over her, gloating at the sight of her, imagining the delicious fun she might bring him in the next few days.
CHAPTER THREE
Pat found it difficult to meet Rick's eyes the next morning. Fortunately they weren't together very long before he had to rush off to school and Lew had to go to work. As she went absently through her housekeeping, she thought about her extraordinary behavior of the night before, not really knowing whether to be shocked or amused. One thing she couldn't deny-her long-suppressed need for a real fuck had gotten way out of hand. She'd have to watch herself if there were going to be teenage boys around the house, especially boys as attractive as Rick. She rejected the notion that she might solve her problem by having an affair with the boy. That was out of the question, not something a decent woman would do. There had to be some other way. Perhaps Lew would consent to see a doctor after all, to do something about his impotence. If not, she'd simply have to bottle up her needs, because she wasn't going to satisfy them by screwing a kid young enough to be her son.
All these fine resolves were weakened, however, when Lew and Rick came home for dinner. Rick was bubbling with stories about his first day at a new school, and Pat couldn't help feeling his charm. To make things worse, Lew announced that he had to work overtime and would be returning to the factory right after dinner. Left alone in the house all evening with Rick! She didn't like it at all.
In fact Lew was not working overtime; he merely convinced Pat that she and the boy would be alone. He got in his car and drove a couple of blocks away, then got out and snuck back to the house. It was just getting dark, that confusing dusk in which it is hardest to see, and he was able to creep in by the side door and make it to the bedroom unnoticed by Rick or Pat, who were watching television. Last night's spying place was no good unless they came to Rick's room, but Lew wasn't at a loss. His rich fantasies and long daydreams had provided for such occasions long ago, when the foster-parent scheme was still just a vague wish. In the bedroom closet was a small trap door that led to the attic, and from the attic he could spy on every room in the house, thanks to a series of discreet holes he'd drilled one day while Pat was out. Now he raised himself into the attic, crawled to the peephole over the living room, and lowered his eye to it. He relaxed as he caught an excellent view of his wife and foster son. If you had to be a voyeur, he thought, if was great to be one with brains and foresight.
* * *
The flashy detective series on TV had always been one of Pat's favorite programs, but tonight she merely stared at the screen, seeing and hearing nothing. She was acutely conscious of Rick sitting at the other end of the couch, near enough, almost, to smell and touch. After last night, that was too close. The boy hadn't referred to the incident and hadn't made any improper moves or remarks, but Pat couldn't believe he'd forgotten or that he'd let her forget. He seemed totally absorbed in the television show, but sooner or later the subject of last night was bound to come up. Meanwhile she waited, tense and nervous, unable to keep from glancing at him. She took in his shining blond hair, his tan muscled arms, his handsome profile, and she remembered all too well how excited she'd felt when he pressed his naked body against hers, his rigid young cock poking eagerly in her hot wet gash. It excited her all over again just to recall it. But she was a decent woman, a good wife, and she couldn't possibly allow a repetition of that incident. So she remained nervously on guard, shuddering to think how close she'd come to letting him fuck her.
The detective program ended, and Pat leaped from the couch as if she'd been prodded. "Would you like something to eat before bedtime, Rick?" she said nervously, heading for the kitchen.
"Pat," he said, "wait."
There it was, she thought. She steeled herself for resistance. But when she turned to face Rick, he only smiled and patted the sofa beside him. "Please," he said, "sit down and talk to me. Just for a minute. I've been trying to get your attention all evening, but you kept avoiding me."
Pat felt a little guilty. After all, she was supposed to be taking the place of his mother. She returned his smile, albeit a trifle weakly, and came to sit beside him. He was very close now, warm and smelling faintly of good boyish sweat. "Yes, Rick?" she said. "What did you want to talk about?"
"What else?" said Rick.
Pat glanced at him and blushed deeply. There was a knowing look in his eye which hadn't been there before, something far too mature for his seventeen years. She wanted to run away-but at least he was willing to discuss it, instead of making a crude pass at her. She ought to give him credit for that. "Go on, Rick," she said uneasily.
"Well, I don't know just how to put it," he said, "but I'll try. It just seems to me that we had a great thing going last night, and we shouldn't have stopped. We both wanted it, nobody had to know about it. Would you please tell me, Pat-why did you run away?"
She was blushing deeply. "I... I just realized what we were doing, that's all," she said. "It was wrong, I couldn't go through with it."
"Why was it wrong?" Rick persisted.
"I'm a married woman," said Pat. "I don't want to hurt my husband."
"But what he doesn't know won't hurt him," said Rick reasonably. "Like right now. Hell be at the factory till midnight, he said. That gives us plenty of time. No one would ever have to know. Come on, Pat, admit it. You wanted it last night. You want me."
It was more than she could bear, to be confronted with her own wickedness. Everything he said was true. Blushing hotly, tears of shame rising to her eyes, Pat started to get up, intending to shut herself in her room till Lew came home. But Rick seized her wrist and prevented her from going. Panicked, Pat yanked hard, trying to free her wrist from his grasp, but the slender boy was amazingly strong. He grinned and yanked back, pulling her right into his arms. Before she could halt her fall, he was kissing her, his mouth smooth and hot and hungry on hers. Pat whimpered in protest but did not push him away.
Just like last night she experienced an immediate confrontation between her stem conscience and her sex-starved body. Her opinions on the matter were all settled: It was wrong; she must never touch any man but her husband. But her body felt just the opposite, raging for attention, excitement, fulfillment. Her conscience screamed at her to pull away from Rick, but her body won out, making her dizzy and faint in his arms, her lips soft and submissive under his hard, greedy kiss. She felt her lips parting easily as the boy worked his tongue into her mouth. It was like a replay of last night. She felt paralyzed with pleasure, unable to move.
Pat was wearing a comfortable hostess gown which she felt offered no enticement to adolescent eyes. It had a sensible high neck and it covered her right down to her toes. The only thing was, in the safety of this prim garment she'd felt free to leave off her bra and panties. It was so much more comfortable that way, and she'd never expected to end up necking on the sofa with Rick. Now, as his hot eager hands fumbled over the bounteous warm curves of her mature body, she cursed herself for her omission. What else could he think, except that she was prepared to get laid? Whimpering, reluctant to break their kiss, she caught at his hands and tried to keep them from her big jutting boobs. Rick was not to be thwarted, however. He easily pushed her hands aside and began tugging on the zipper at the back of her gown. Again Pat whimpered, half in alarm and half in lust, but her cries were stifled by his hungry mouth, by his slick tongue inching its way towards her throat. She felt him moving the zipper downward, the cool air of the room touching her shoulders, back, and the plump curve of her upper tits. For some reason she remembered how Lew had loved to play with her tits when they were first married, and the thought awakened all her guilt, all her repulsion at the idea of screwing around on him.
"Rick, no!" she cried, pushing him away.
His fine blond hair was tousled, his eyes bright with horny excitement. He grinned at her. "Aw, come on, Pat, why not?" As he spoke, he eased the top of her gown down over her boobs, clear to her waist. Pat gasped as she felt the soft material sliding over her tender brown nipples. She looked down and saw her big, bare, wobbling jugs, and she blushed deeply and tried to cover the pale mounds with her hands. Rick laughed and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms out away from her body. This posture made her mammoth boobs lift and jiggle, and the boy stared at them delightedly, then buried his flushed hot face against them, kissing, licking, nuzzling... Pat felt a fiery streak of lust running right from her aroused tits, down her trembling body, to melt her cunt. God help her, she wanted this boy to fuck her, wanted to forget all about her husband of fifteen years. She was tempted, powerfully tempted. Wasn't it true what Rick said, that what Lew didn't know wouldn't hurt him? Of course it was. And, besides, wasn't she entitled to a normal sex life? Hadn't she urged Lew to see a doctor about his inability to screw, and hadn't he refused? So how could he expect her to live without sex? Wasn't that totally unfair?
A wave of longing and self-pity came over her, and she forgot everything but the moment, the chance of fulfilling her pent-up needs. She deserved this, dammit, and she didn't care what anyone thought. She went limp, and Rick eased her back onto the sofa, till she lay supine and submissive. He placed his hot hands on her pale quivering tits and began to massage them gently, feeling the brown nipples rise and tickle his palms. Pat looked very sexy to him then, half-shy and half-lusty. Her fluttering eyelids, her parted lips, told Rick that she wanted him to fuck her, but her blushing and trembling told him she was afraid, too. He liked that, liked overcoming her resistance, her modesty. He squeezed big soft fistfuls of her lovely melon-shaped tits, and Pat sighed and closed her eyes. Rick felt his cock rising stiffly in the tight confinement of his jeans. Jesus, she was beautiful, and it looked as if she'd let him screw her this time-if he was gentle, if he didn't fuck up. Almost reverently he began to tug her gown lower.
From his spy hole in the attic, Lew Scott watched his wife's seduction with growing excitement. He knew her well after fifteen years, and he could almost hear the urgent warnings of her conscience as she helplessly succumbed to Rick's caresses. He knew she was in a hell of indecision and conflict-and it delighted him. He had always considered Pat a little too goody-goody, too straitlaced and prim, and he wanted to see her lose her cool. He wanted to see her reduced to animal lust, to behave like a shameless tramp-to be, in short, human. Before she could understand his problem, before he could ever admit to her his voyeurism, she must have weaknesses of her own. But beyond this, it simply turned him on to see Pat losing the battle with her own conscience. He watched her big creamy tits swelling up with hot arousal as the boy played with them, watched her face twist helplessly with panting lust, and he easily caught her excitement. His prick grew hard and throbbing, and he released it, began to pump it, never taking his eye off the scene below. This was just how he liked it, to observe unseen while other people let themselves go in supposed secrecy. He grinned to himself, and he whispered a message to Pat which he knew would never be heard: "Relax, baby, enjoy. Let the kid in. Treat yourself to a good fuck-and give your old man a show."
He watched intently as Rick's trembling eager hands seized Pat's gown and slowly tugged it down over her gently rounded belly and swelling hips. He saw the first springy pussy hairs popping into view below her navel, saw the gradual exposure of her whole dark muff, Rick pausing to gaze hungrily at the little patch of black curls. Then the boy briskly drew the gown all the way off, over her ankles, and dropped it on the floor. Pat lay naked and blushing and beautiful before him. She opened her eyes in a fluttering of thick lashes, looked at the boy, and blushed deeper still.
"Oh, Rick," she said softly, huskily, "it isn't right... "
"Sshh," Rick said gently. "No one will know. Ill never tell, I promise."
Pat seemed about to protest again, but the boy gave her no time. His tousled blond head dipped down sharply, and Lew could see the startled expression on Pat's face as she felt the sudden slick contact of tongue and cunt. There was a wet slurping noise-Lew could hear it even in the attic-and Rick's shining head began to bob up and down over her crotch. Pat's dark eyes rolled crazily, then fluttered shut, and her wide sensual mouth twisted in an unmistakable leer. Lew could hear her gurgling wetly in her throat, moaning... It was a much better peeping situation than he usually got from standing in someone's back yard. He was closer, more comfortable, and he could even hear the action. As Rick began to eat Pat's juicy little pussy, Lew went feverishly hot with excitement. He jacked his slick hard cock a little faster as he watched his prim wife dissolving in lust, so near to him yet totally unaware of his presence. Christ, it was going to be a good show, the best yet...
Pat couldn't help herself. The moment Rick's stiff burning tongue swished around her hot clit, she was utterly lost to pleasure. It felt marvelous to have her stiff passion bud licked and sucked. It sent waves of melting lust through her pelvis, and all she could do was let her legs fall open, moan softly, writhe to the delicious sensations of having her pussy tongued. When Lew went down on her, she felt only impatience, because she knew a suck-off was all she was going to get. But when Rick lapped her cunt, she allowed herself to enjoy it fully, because it was just a prelude. Tonight, after five years of longing, all her powerful female needs would be met-if, that is, her conscience permitted it. She could allow herself to enjoy Rick's hungry pussy-eating, but when it came to the actual fuck, could she really bring herself to do it? She'd been a faithful wife for fifteen years. Lew was the only man she'd ever screwed. She didn't know, she just didn't know...
Rick's stiff busy tongue left her little red clit erect and burning, then glided down into the sticky hot folds of her pink pussylips. Pat moaned loudly, and her long lovely legs fell wider apart, giving him access to her whole steamy gash. Rick was not keen on lapping cunt, rarely did it for any street girls, but with Pat he felt different. She was so clean and fragrant, he actually felt hungry for her cunt juice. Eagerly he nosed down between her slim legs, using his tongue busily in every plump pink fold and cranny, till he reached the furiously creaming mouth of her twat, a dark recessed little slit at the hot center of her body. He wriggled his tongue inside her hole and was met with a flood of salty fragrant cream. He felt her cunt muscles nipping and squeezing at his tongue, heard her howl with pleasure as he stiffly penetrated her. He wriggled his tongue farther and farther into her pulsing hole, and her boiling cream became even heavier. He felt her fumbling to touch him, her fingers digging lustily into his shoulders. Yes, he was sure of fucking her this time. A woman couldn't get that hot and still hold out. He was convinced of it when she suddenly wrapped her legs around his neck and jammed his face right down in her hotly creaming snatch.
Pat had never behaved so abandoned before, not even in the height of her lust for Lew. She didn't know what had come over her, and at this point she didn't much care. She just wanted the fantastic sensations to go on and on. Rick's tongue was thick and deep in her famished cunt, tickling and probing and sawing, and she was creaming helplessly. She was out of her mind with horniness, and she knew it. It was like being drunk. She kept getting crazy impulses and acting on them, returning the boy's caresses, lewdly throwing her legs around his neck and grinding her pussy shamelessly against his mouth. Now another urge was coming over her, and she didn't bother to check it. What did it matter? She'd gone too far already to retreat. It wasn't likely that Rick would let her forget any of this.
Feverishly she wriggled around in his arms, slowly altering her position, being careful not to dislodge his busy tongue from her grateful cunt, till at last they lay head-to-toe. His rampant, pale young cock was opposite her face, only inches away, and as she gazed at the boy's hard-on she felt hot saliva pooling in her mouth. A modest woman, she'd always been reluctant to touch Lew's cock, let alone play with it, but she didn't feel the same restraint with Rick. Perhaps her lust had driven away all shame, perhaps she simply found the boy more attractive, somehow cleaner and purer and less menacing. At any rate, she wanted to touch his prick very much... She reached out with trembling fingers and gently enclosed his hot, throbbing meat in her hand. His rod was wonderfully silky and slippery on the outside, hard and burning at its core. Unlike Lew, he wasn't circumcised, and she delighted in seizing the wrinkled loose foreskin and working it gently back to expose the engorged red knob and the dark slit which was beginning to ooze little pearly droplets of cream. Amazed at her boldness, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up each little droplet as it appeared, savoring the light, salty taste. She'd never licked her husband's cock before, yet the act seemed easy and natural to her...
Lew noted the action, and it pleased him. He did not feel put out that she'd never gone down on him, that she'd waited fifteen years to do it to an adolescent boy. He didn't care, because he didn't want her as a partner. He didn't want a sexual partner at all. What he wanted was just what he had-that wicked sense of secret power over others, the privilege of watching unseen the most intimate and private human behavior. If Pat was driven to eat the kid's dick, that was great. He liked all the evidence of her helpless lust, her complete seduction. He watched, grinning, as his wife's pretty pink tongue played timidly yet lustily over Rick's stiff prick, tickling from dark-red knob to downy base. He watched with growing excitement as Rick's longer, thicker tongue zipped tirelessly in and out of Pat's drenched hair-fringed gash. He was so close, he felt almost as if he were participating, and in a sense he was, his hot, throbbing meat fucking steadily in the smooth sheath of his own fingers...
Pat was dizzy with pleasure as Rick continued to ream and probe her puffy little slit with his stiff tongue, and she couldn't seem to control her own actions. Her tongue had a life of its own, swishing and licking ever faster up and down the hot, silky length of his long boy-prick, lapping up his bubbling, salty juices. She saw his balls dangling there like ripe rosy fruits, and then she was licking them, too, teasing the soft plump outer skin, feeling the hard nut-core inside. Rick was trembling violently with horniness by now, barely able to continue his swift deep tongue-fucking. He had been surprised as hell when she began licking his dick, for he'd never expected such a thing from this modest restrained woman, but he certainly wasn't knocking it. It felt fantastic. She was new at tonguing a cock, he could tell, and a little clumsy, but he didn't mind. It was great to feel her wet hungry mouth and tongue teasing and arousing his swollen meat, his engorged and aching nuts. He would have to be careful not to come. It was all too tempting to unload right in her face, and if he'd wanted her less, he might have done so. But it was his ambition to fuck her, to feel her writhing helplessly around the long rigid pole of his dick, to see the look on her modest, well-bred face as his cock went into her oozing cunt. Yes, he had to hold out for that-but he couldn't hold out long. She was gaining courage, taking the sensitive drooling head of his cock into her hot hungry little mouth. Jesus, it was good, but he couldn't endure much of that without coming...
Pat continued to be amazed at her lust, at what it led her to do. She'd never dreamed she'd take a man's prick into her mouth, let alone be eager for it. She didn't even plan it, it just happened. She was licking the fat, dark-red head of his cock, reaming out the creaming slit, and suddenly she just opened wide and sucked in as much stiff hot meat as she could. She managed to take in almost all his prick, felt the knob dribbling against the back of her throat, and then she found keen pleasure in sucking on his twitching cockshaft swiftly, vigorously. As she did this, Rick's tongue popped from her cunt, and she heard him gasp for breath. His voice was hoarse, and then she heard his heavy panting, his helpless low moans. It pleased her to excite him. She sucked his dick even harder.
"Pat... " She felt him gently pushing her head away from his hotly pulsing meat. "I love it, but you're gonna make me come," he said hoarsely. "I don't want to come that way. I want it like this... " She watched dizzily as his big gleaming prick slipped from her mouth, wet with her hot spit. He quickly moved into position over her, pressing her down with his sweaty trembling weight. She felt his hard knees pressing between her tender thighs, forcing them apart, felt his naked chest flattening her big hot tits, and then the blazing hot hard tip of his erect young prick pressing eagerly into the steamy tissues of her pussy. It was time for the final decision-whether to preserve her unblemished record as a good wife, or to find the sexual fulfillment she craved. It wasn't a fair decision, she thought desperately. The odds were too much in Rick's favor. His warm sleek body against hers, his excited cock humping nearer and nearer to her hungry cunt mouth, her overpowering need-all made it impossible for her to do anything but close her eyes, moan softly, and welcome his eager cock into her aching cunt. She would feel terrible guilt later, no doubt, but right now she felt she'd die if she didn't fuck him.
Lew's eye glittered at the peephole as he watched his wife's final surrender to the eager teenage boy. He shivered with excitement and pumped his engorged meat swiftly as he saw Pat falling back limp on the sofa, closing her eyes in blissful anticipation, opening her legs lewdly wide. Rick knelt between her legs, and his hand shook a little as he seized his achingly stiff young prick and guided it between the furry lips of her pussy, into the bright-red flesh of her gasping cunt mouth. Lew watched the long pale rod slowly disappear into Pat's hole, saw the boy shivering with pleasure as his thick meat was enveloped in her clinging slick hot sheath, saw the look of utter ecstasy on Pat's face as her cunt was penetrated by a cock for the first time in five long years.
"Ahhhhh, God!" she wailed. "Yes, YES! So good, darling, so good!"
Pat's utter abandon, her obvious joy as she received his cock deep in her seething wet cunt, excited Rick beyond self-control. He'd meant to fuck her slowly, to be in command of the situation, so he could watch her reactions and study her in her passion. It turned out differently. He was so caught up in his own horny pleasure that he had just a glimpse of her ecstatic face before he fell on her with a groan and began fucking her like a madman. It was too good, he just couldn't hold back. Her cunt was deliciously tight, hot as a furnace, and it nipped and milked his prick lustily as he sawed and plunged deep inside her quivering snatch. Her cunt cream boiled around him, bathing his twitching cock and making their fucking slick and noisy and juicy. His swollen balls slapped audibly against her tight little ass as he humped her faster and faster. He couldn't be gentle, he was beyond that. He hammered, pounded, butted her cunt. He was relieved when he found that she liked getting fucked that way. Dizzily he felt her clinging to him, slamming her hot little pussy up to meet his every thrust, heard her shrill cries of pleasure. She was a total surprise to him. The demure housewife had become a wanton screeching slut in his arms. "Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, fuck me hard, Rick! HARD! Ahhhh, God, yessss! I love it!"
Five years. Five years since she'd felt a hard cock sliding deliciously into her wet and ready cunt, five years since she'd wailed to this sweet pounding and sawing and stuffing. That was far too long, and she knew it as she began to come almost instantly. Her body rocked and shuddered to a breathtaking string of orgasms, and she heard her voice like that of a lusty stranger shrieking for more. Whatever guilt she felt later, this fantastic pleasure had to be worth it, it just had to be...
* * *
Lew Scott somehow managed to hold out till he saw Rick's small jerking butt flying into orgasmic spasm, till he heard the boy moan hoarsely as he jetted out his cum into Pat's convulsing cunt. He'd almost come as he watched Pat climax again and again, watched her lose every shred of dignity under the boy's swift, hard fucking. Now he pumped himself into a thunderous climax and had to clench his jaw shut in order not to bellow his pleasure. He shot his load onto the attic floor, trembling and gasping for breath. It was the most intense climax he'd ever had--thanks to Pat, thanks to his good little wife. When he'd caught his breath, he went out the attic window and down the trellis and walked to his car. He'd give them half an hour before he appeared to come home from work. He hummed to himself as he walked the dark deserted streets. His fantasy had come to life, more exciting than he'd dreamed, and there was much more pleasure to come. If Pat could make it with one boy, how would she handle two of them?
CHAPTER FOUR
As soon as Pat looked at Rick the next morning, she knew she couldn't resist him and that she wasn't going to try. Five years without a man was long enough. She was sorry to cheat on Lew, but he showed no signs of conquering his impotence, and, besides, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Though it violated all her moral principles, she decided to treat herself to a quiet little affair with her handsome new "son". Perhaps she would feel guilty about it later, perhaps she would deeply regret it, but for now, she simply couldn't stand any more frustration of her most basic and urgent needs.
From the way Rick looked at her across the breakfast table, with glowing and adoring eyes, she knew he felt the same way. It was hard to imagine that the powerful attraction between them wasn't palpable in the room, but Lew didn't seem to notice a thing. He ate his breakfast and buried himself in the morning paper, just as always. Pat kept risking hot glances at Rick, and she knew from the way he returned her looks that they'd be fucking heatedly sometime today. The knowledge made her so excited that she could hardly sit still. She was ready for him to ball her then and there-but unfortunately he had to go to school. That fact reminded her of their ludicrous situation-a seventeen-year-old schoolboy involved with a housewife old enough to be his mother. Briefly she felt ashamed, but the shame passed as the day dragged on and her sex-starved body yearned for Rick's touch. She was right, she decided, to admit she wanted an affair with him. She wouldn't have been able to resist him anyhow.
At three-thirty, when school let out, Pat went to the window, and in a few minutes she saw Rick jogging towards the house. She had to smile. He knew they had little more than an hour before Lew got home from work, and he obviously wasn't going to waste a minute. He came thundering in the door, tossed his books on the hall table, and stared at Pat. He was already trembling with anticipation, and in the tight crotch of his jeans she could see the telltale lump of his hard-on. At the sight of it, her cunt creamed furiously, soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Pat... " he said hesitantly.
She smiled at him and held out her arms. Rick broke into a radiant grin and ran to her, practically crushing her in his eager embrace. She could feel the iron-hard bulge of his stiff young cock rubbing against her belly, and she was so excited that her knees got rubbery. At last, after so many years of waiting, she could fuck as much as she wanted to. Rick was young and lusty and healthy, definitely up to the task.
He was kissing her hotly, but Pat laughed and drew back. "Let's go in your room," she said. "I'm a little uptight about screwing in front of the picture window."
Rick laughed, too, and hurried her down the hall to his room. They were so eager for each other that they didn't talk much, just started undressing. Rick couldn't keep his eyes off her. She seemed incredibly beautiful to him, with her tall slim erect body, her flawless olive skin, and her long gleaming dark hair, like some dark princess. He wasn't at all conscious of the difference in their ages. He only knew she was the prettiest, cleanest, and most classy woman he'd ever laid. He tossed his clothes aside without noticing them, his eyes glued to Pat's long melon-shaped tits as they swung free from her bra. When she stepped out of her panties and he saw the tiny dark mass of her muff, he couldn't keep his hands off her a second longer. He raced to her and began to lift her in his arms, but again Pat restrained him. She looked him in the eye and said tenderly but firmly, "Rick, before we lose ourselves in this thing, please remember Lew. He's my husband, and I love him, and I don't want him to be hurt. He must never know about this."
Rick really didn't understand why she'd want to have an affair with him if she loved her husband so much, and so he brashly said, "But if you love him, how come...?"
Pat blushed. She knew it would be wrong and cruel to tell of Lew's problem, and so she said lamely, "He hasn't been feeling well for some time, Rick, and so we... we don't do it very often."
"Oh," said Rick. He wasn't at all fooled by her lie. He understood instantly, with a jolt of fear and pity, that the poor guy just couldn't get it up. Weird, because Lew was a powerful physical specimen, the most masculine-looking guy he'd ever seen. Rick prayed silently that such a terrible thing would never happen to him. He also understood Pat's behavior now. In that respect he was glad of Lew's problems, because it played right into his hands. "Don't worry," he said, "hell never find out."
Pat believed him. She saw no reason why he'd spoil a good thing by telling Lew. She smiled gratefully at the handsome boy and melted into his arms. As if by magic they drifted towards the bed, and then they were lying side by side, Rick feverishly pawing and kissing her quivering tits while she played lustily with his cock. His prick and balls seemed beautiful to her, young and fresh and clean, almost pinkly naked under their light blond down. Her hands grew moist and hot with excitement as she played with him, gently cupping and squeezing his rosy nuts, running her fingers up and down the silky hard length of his fiercely erect young prick. The knob glowed a dark red, and the slitted mouth drooled sticky white cream which she smeared all over the slick sensitive flesh, making Rick quiver happily. Soon he was trembling all over with horniness, and he jammed his hand between her legs, seeking to rub her gash until she was hot with arousal. He found it wasn't necessary. Pat's hair-fringed pussy was already hot as a furnace, the tissues plumped up with need and soaked with her cunt juice. He seized her hot slim body and rolled her on top of him, eagerly humping his hips against her, jabbing his hungry hard cock blindly behind her thighs. Pat smiled at him-actually it was a horny leer-and he felt her hot little hand reaching down, seeking out his rigid meat. She gripped his rod firmly and directed it between her legs, into the mushy glowing flesh of her pussy. She jabbed the hard dribbling head into the fiercely hot mouth of her cunt, and Rick gasped with sudden pleasure as he felt his cock gliding into her hole. Her cunt was wonderfully tight and wet and hot, a perfect sheath for his achingly hard prick. He grunted and shoved till his raw knob butted gently against the end of her cunt, filling her snatch completely, and his swollen balls came to rest against her soft inner thighs.
Pat raised herself a little, so that her erect tingling nipples just grazed his chest in a mischievous tickling dance. She grinned at him in unashamed lust, working her wet pussy wickedly around his buried meat. "You have no idea how good that feels," she said huskily.
"Oh, yes I do!" laughed Rick.
" When's the last time you laid a girl?" Pat asked. "Let's see--almost two weeks ago," said Rick, "before they took me to juvenile hall. Man, by the time I got here, I was so horny I could hardly stand it."
Pat laughed wistfully. "Well, sonny, it's been a little longer for me. The last time I got laid was five years ago."
Rick gawked at her. To go so long without a screw was truly a horrible thing in his mind. "Jesus," he said, "no wonder you--" He stopped, fearing to hurt her feelings by telling her how hungry and horny she seemed to him. Instead he laughed and drew her down onto him again. He started stroking his long hard prick in her tight, steamy hole. "Let's make up for lost time," he said.
"Let's," said Pat, grinding her hot little pussy around his rigid tool. "Oh, yes... "
"Just one more thing, okay?" said Rick. "Don't call me 'sonny'."
Pat laughed and squeezed him. "I'm sorry. Let's not talk any more. Just ball me, Rick. Yes, screw me. Oh, God, how I need it... " As she spoke, her hot cunt juice boiled around his gently stroking meat, telling him just how much she needed it. She couldn't keep her pussy still, jerking it convulsively around his dick, signaling her need for faster, harder fucking. Rick responded happily, because he liked screwing that way, too. He held her fiercely close to him and began hammering his greedy young cock in her mushy little hole, as fast and hard as he could. Pat responded by shrieking her pleasure, digging her nails into his sweating back, and matching his hard strokes with hungry thrusts of her slim hips. Her hoarse wailing drowned out every other sound...
* * *
Lew Scott glanced at his watch and frowned. A quarter to four, and he was sure he'd missed Pat and Rick's afternoon performance. From the way they were looking at each other at breakfast, he was sure the kid had run all the way home and jumped right into bed with her. Lew had tried to get off work early to see some of the fuck action, but the day had been too busy. He was needed on the job till three, and then he had to go to juvenile hall to pick up another foster child. At least he'd been able to get the boy of his choice.
The authorities were only too happy to accommodate respectable middle-class couples who wanted to take in teenage boys, the hardest of all children to place in foster homes. Small children were always wanted, and teenage girls could help around the house, but few people wanted the burden of husky, aggressive adolescent boys who'd come from bad homes or been in trouble. So when Lew showed up to say that he and his wife were very pleased with Rick and were willing to take in a companion for him, the juvenile-hall staff responded cordially. They allowed Lew to tour the place again, talking to the children and studying their behavior, and when he chose Sammy, they could hardly contain their relief. Sammy, to put it in non-bureaucratic language, was a colossal pain in the ass. Everybody was glad to see him go.
Lew was equally glad to get him. At fifteen Sammy was not physically attractive-a runty redhead with a beaky nose and runaway hair and dirty fingernails-but he had the cocky, aggressive spirit that Lew was looking for. This was a street kid, hardened to the worst things life had to offer, game for any adventure, taking no crap from anybody. His bewildered parents, already burdened with eight other children, could not control him, and Sammy had already been picked up for various acts of delinquency. As Mrs. Ritter, the social worker assigned to his case, told Lew, the boy needed a "firm hand". This was her pleasant way of saying that Sammy was incorrigible.
Lew found this out as soon as the boy joined him in the car. Sammy looked over the automobile, Lew, and Lew's clothing, then said contemptuously, "Forget it, mister. You cant keep me in line. You might as well send me back."
Lew started the car and headed for the freeway. "I don't know about that," he said. "I can offer you a pretty good set-up. I don't think you'll want to leave."
Sammy regarded him suspiciously. "Whadaya mean?"
"I'll level with you," said Lew. "Even if you repeat what I say, no one will take your word against mine. Here's the deal, Sammy. I can't get it up with my wife any more--" Sammy paled and clutched the door handle, as if about to leap from the car. "You a fairy?" he cried.
Lew laughed. "No, no-calm down. I'm not after you. What I want you to do is screw my wife."
Sammy gawked at him a moment, then burst into raucous laughter. "Aw, come on, mister! You must be some kinda nut. Or you're puttin' me on. You expect me to believe a sweet deal like that?"
"I do," said Lew. "You see, I love my wife very much, and I don't want her to leave me. But since I can't make love to her, naturally she's a little frustrated. I just want somebody to take care of her:"
"And you don't mind?" Sammy said incredulously.
"No, not as long as you keep her content," said Lew. "I'll keep out of the way, pretend not to know about it. In turn, you'd have to behave. No trouble with the police, good behavior at our house."
"How do you know your old lady will go for it?" said Sammy.
"Because I already tried it with another boy," said Lew. "He's a foster child, too, but I don't think he's quite man enough for her. You could easily muscle in, share the action. If you don't like the scene, you can go back to juvenile hall, no hard feelings. What do you say?"
Sammy thought it over. "Mister," he said at last, "I still think you're some kind of nut, but if this deal is like you say, it sounds great to me."
"Good enough," said Lew. He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd taken an awful chance, telling Sammy all those things. He hadn't leveled with Rick that way, because Rick was too sensitive and too principled, likely to be repelled if he knew the real score. But with Sammy it was the right thing to do. Sammy had been through it. He could not be shocked. All he wanted was the truth, and for the most part Lew had given it to him. He just hoped that Pat would accept the wiry ugly little kid as a lover. That was up to Sammy.
He parked in front of the house and instructed Sammy to come along as quietly as possible. As they tiptoed into the living room, they heard the unmistakable noises of fucking. As Lew suspected, Pat and Rick hadn't expected him home early, and they were really hard at it, audible even from the closed bedroom. He turned to whisper to Sammy and found the boy cocking his ears and grinning. Obviously Sammy didn't need any instruction. "I don't usually get home till five," Lew whispered. "I'll go away and come back then."
"You do that," said Sammy, starting down the hall.
* * *
Pat recovered from one body-racking climax only to begin another. She was doing just what Rick suggested, making up for lost time. Her capacity for fucking seemed endless, and no sooner had her howling orgasm ended than she was working her drenched pussy furiously in time to Rick's deep swift strokes, aching to come again. She managed to do so in less than a minute, screeching her joy without inhibition, and her strong cunt muscles milked and squeezed Rick's achingly full cock, bathing it in fiery pussy juice.
"Oh, Christ," whined Rick, "I can't hold out... Gonna come... "
"Then come in me, darling," Pat whispered breathlessly. "I want it!"
She felt the sizzling bath of his sperm flooding her convulsing cunt, overflowing it to pool on the bed beneath them. She felt utterly happy and fulfilled as Rick subsided, panting and sweaty, beneath her. Her happy mood didn't last long, however, for the bedroom door suddenly flew open, and in stepped a strange red-haired boy.
"Oh, my gosh!" he said. He stood there wide-eyed, gawking at them.
Rick and Pat sat up quickly. "Who are you?" Pat demanded. "What are you doing in my house?"
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry," the boy said, hanging his head. "I musta got the wrong place. Juvenile hall sent me out to a foster home-a Mr. and Mrs. Scott. And--"
"Oh, my God!" said Pat.
Lew had spoken of taking in another boy, and Pat had absentmindedly agreed, but she hadn't thought he'd do it so soon. She'd been so absorbed in Rick that she'd forgotten the talk, and frankly she didn't want another boy now, not when she had something going with Rick. Another kid would just be in the way, hampering their action. It was too late to consider those things now, though. The boy was here-at the worst possible moment. She wondered how in God's name she was going to deal with this horrible situation.
There seemed nothing to do but tough it out. Rick was going to be no help. He just sat there, pale and frightened, staring at the intruder. Pat said as calmly as she could, "What's your name?"
"Sammy," the boy said. He was homely and short, younger than Rick.
"Well, Sammy," said Pat, "you've come to the right house. I'm Mrs. Scott. My husband will be home later. You see, Sammy, you've caught me in rather an awkward situation. I'm going to have to ask a big favor of you... " Sammy didn't need to hear the rest. Everything was going just as he wanted. His little acting performance-the feigned innocence and meekness -had gone over perfectly, for he'd sensed that bullying wasn't the right approach. He also admired the way Mrs. Scott came right out with the truth and asked his cooperation. This was a woman he could deal with. And he was overjoyed to find her so attractive. He'd expected some fat old hag. This chick was a real dream, stacked and graceful and pretty. He was going to like this set-up a lot.
"And so, Sammy," Pat was saying, "that's all I ask of you. Please don't tell my husband about this. You'll have a nice home here, so let's do nothing to break it up. You'll share this room with Rick." She indicated the handsome blond boy, who still hadn't found his tongue. "He's our other foster son."
"Yeah," said Sammy, "they told me there was another kid." He closed the bedroom door and walked over to the bed where Pat and Rick were awkwardly sitting, trying to pretend they weren't naked, trying to ignore the thing Sammy had seen-the two of them humping away like crazy as he'd walked in. It was pretty funny, but he knew better than to laugh. He had the advantage now, and he must take care not to lose it. He sat down beside Pat and put his hand on her bare thigh. Her skin was warm and very smooth. She flinched a little as he touched her, and when he knowingly looked her in the eye, she blushed hotly.
"I like this place," Sammy said. "I think I'd like to stay here. Ill promise not to tell your husband what I saw, but you gotta do me a favor, too. I gotta get something out of this." He slid his hand up her leg till it rested on the soft moist black curls of her little muff. Her eyes widened, and she blushed even deeper. Sammy grinned at her. "I guess you see what I mean," he said.
"Oh, Christ." Rick had spoken at last. "Now, listen, man--"
"No, you listen," said Sammy, his young face suddenly going hard, tougher and cruder than seemed possible for a boy of fifteen years. "You got two choices. You either cut me in on the action, or I tell her husband. There ain't no other way."
* * *
Bravo, thought Lew. Sammy was a boy after his own heart. From his spying place in the closet, he had watched the whole scene, greatly pleased with the way Sammy had handled things. He had lied to Sammy, of course. He hadn't gone away, but had merely gone out the front door and come in the back, hurrying to the master bedroom to take his place at the peephole. He had chosen excellently in Sammy. The boy was ready for any kind of kinky adventure. He would know how to handle Pat, too, as Lew had discovered from reading the kid's file at the juvenile hall. Three times Sammy had been in trouble for "contributing to the delinquency of a minor", a blanket term covering many things- but in Sammy's case it meant seducing young girls. Two of them had gotten pregnant. Sammy wouldn't be the fumbling naive lover Rick was. Rick had been necessary to Lew's plan, because Pat was most likely to surrender to a boy like him, someone who was sensitive enough to discover her scruples and ease her over them. But now that she'd accepted Rick and admitted her uncontrollable lust, she was ready for someone like Sammy, whose sensuality knew no bounds. At least Lew guessed this was the case, and he waited anxiously at the peephole to see how she'd answer Sammy's ultimatum. If she surrendered, as he'd planned, he was going to be the happiest voyeur in history.
* * *
"There ain't no other way." Sammy's cold pronouncement rang in Pat's ears. Miserably she knew he was right. She couldn't bear to have Lew know of her infidelity, the shameless way she had fucked a teenage boy whom she was supposed to treat as a son. She couldn't stand his hurt, his contempt. She didn't want Sammy-she wanted only Rick-but his unwelcome attentions were far better than losing her husband.
"Well, there's one other way," Rick said angrily. "I could beat the shit out of you." He didn't want to share Pat with this cocky little kid. That was all he could think of.
"You just try, man," said Sammy, balling up his fists.
"Boys, no," said Pat, holding out her arms to separate them. "I'm afraid we have to do it Sammy's way. Please understand, Rick. I don't want to, but I can't let my husband find out. I just can't."
Rick looked sullenly at her and said nothing, but Sammy grinned and said, "Well, all right!" To Pat's horror, he jumped up and began to take off his clothes. She hadn't expected she would have to fuck him right away, and the idea appalled her. She needed time to adjust to the incredible fact of having two teenage lovers. "Sammy," she said, "my husband will be home in about half an hour. Maybe we should wait."
"That's plenty of time for what I want," Sammy grinned.
He tossed aside his sweaty clothes, and Pat was dismayed when she saw his naked body. The boy could be no more than fourteen or fifteen. He was shorter than she was, wiry but slender, a scrawny little punk. His skin was pale white with a peppering of reddish-brown freckles, not nearly as attractive as Rick's smooth tan. In contrast to Rick's nearly hairless purity, however, Sammy had a bristly patch of red chest hairs and a thick crotch bush of auburn curls. His cock and balls were small but grossly ready, the nuts tight and swollen, his prick hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. He was circumcised, and the naked purple head of his small stiff cock was drooling thick white juice. Pat realized that the boy's initial performance had been faked. He was by no means innocent nr meek or naive. He'd been powerfully turned on by what he'd seen, otherwise he wouldn't have such an aching hard-on. She felt repulsed by his wormy-white skinny body, his cocky manner, and when he approached the bed, naked and grinning, she couldn't help moving away from him.
Sammy simply followed her, leaving Rick isolated and glowering on the other side of the bed. Sammy ignored him completely, his eyes getting hot as he approached Pat. He settled down beside her and reached out to play with her long olive-skinned tits, squeezing them roughly and possessively.
"Let's get it on, baby," he chuckled. "You really turn me on, you know that? I didn't expect you to look tins good."
Pat wanted to slap him away. His touch was loathsome to her, and her flesh crawled as he pawed her boobs with his sweaty, dirty little hands. She knew that would be a mistake, however. She saw hardness and cruelty in his narrow green eyes, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to tell Lew everything if she didn't cooperate. She forced herself to lie there limp and submissive while Sammy eagerly squeezed and pumped her big soft tits. That was bad enough, but he kept leering at her in that knowing way.
"Hey, don't look so grim," he said. "We're gonna have lots of fun together. I may not have a very big tool--" he glanced mockingly at his hard little prick "-but I know how to use it. I bet I can fuck you better than pretty boy here."
Rick sputtered angrily and moved towards Sammy, but Pat caught his eye and shook her head urgently. Rick had all he could do to retreat again to his side of the bed. It was killing him to watch Pat's lovely body being pawed by this ugly little creep. He wanted to kill Sammy. But he recognized how desperate Pat was to keep her husband from finding out. All he could do was sit there and watch, ready to come to her rescue if Sammy got too rough.
Sammy was quickly bored by foreplay, and after a minute or so of playing with Pat's pretty pointed tits, he seized her hand and placed it on his hot, drooling little prick. Pat flinched, but he held her hand on his rod and grinned at her while his swollen knob oozed more sticky juice onto her palm. He rubbed her hand up and down his rigid cock, forcing her to feel its hardness. "It's gonna be good, huh?" he leered.
Pat gave a low sob but said nothing. Talk would do no good. She had to fuck this nasty little creep whether she wanted to or not. Sammy grinned and studied her pretty face as he rubbed her reluctant hand up and down his rock-hard prick. Her obvious disgust excited him. All his life he'd been bitterly poor, barely able to suppress his envy and rage toward middle class people, those who were better off than he was simply because they were educated and had rich parents. He recalled one time in the supermarket when he just couldn't contain his anger. There was this classy chick in a tight-fitting pantsuit and carefully coiffed hair, probably the wife of a dentist or lawyer or some other hot-shit job. Sammy had leered at her, and the young woman had cast him a look of such contempt and loathing that he couldn't stand it. He'd snuck up behind her and goosed her, then fled from the store as she screamed. Actually what he'd wanted to do was fuck her. He wanted to make his cock a weapon against all those cold-eyed smug bitches with their jewelry and perfume and haughty manners. He recognized Pat as one of those women, and he could hardly wait to plunge his stiff meat into her cunt, to see her face as she was forced to fuck him.
And there was no reason to wait. He knew her secret, and he could do as he wanted with her. He pushed her legs apart and scrambled onto her lush hot body. Pat flinched, and tears of humiliation formed in her lovely dark eyes, but she didn't try to escape. She merely closed her eyes and waited. Sammy glanced at the other boy, Rick, and saw that he was red in the face and trembling but not about to interfere. Then he turned his attention to Pat. She had a really beautiful snatch, dainty and sweet, the flesh bright pink and fragrant of bath powder. Sammy shivered with happy anticipation as he seized his hard little dick and wedged the creaming purple tip into the shadowed mouth of her little cunt. Remaining on his knees so he could observe her, he pushed his cock slowly into her hole, sighing again as he felt his hungry little dick enveloped in the delicious wetness of her cunt.
"Baby, you're hot in there," he taunted, "real hot and tight. Your old man don't ball you much, huh? Well, I'm gonna take care of you from now on. I'm gonna take care of you real good... " He saw the repulsion on her face, and it only spurred him to greater arousal. He wanted to fuck this snobbish bitch silly. Grunting in his excitement, he began to hump his stubby little cock rapidly in and out of her mushy hot little hole. She'd just fucked the other guy, so her cunt was really wet, and the noise of Sammy's hard fucking was obscenely loud, a slurping, squishing sound that made her blush with shame. Sammy was further turned on by her obvious embarrassment. He dug deeper into her snug little pussy, sawing and probing swiftly with his rock-hard little prick. "I'm in no hurry, baby," he said cruelly. "I'm just gonna keep balling you till you like it. I bet that won't be long, either."
Pat reddened but kept her eyes closed. The fact was that his rigid little prick, jerking hard and swift in her long-starved cunt,, was beginning to feel really good. She'd die before she admitted it, of course. She'd never give this repulsive kid that satisfaction. But she was having trouble controlling the hot juicing of her invaded cunt. Dammit, his cock felt so nice, really nice...
* * *
In the closet, his eye pressed to the spy hole, Lew was beginning to sweat and tremble. Things were working out exactly like his fantasies. The kid Sammy was giving Pat a good clicking, and Lew, who knew her so well, saw her tits beginning to swell with arousal, her lovely body flushing in horny heat. His darkest daydreams were coming true. "My God," he whispered excitedly, "my God... " And in the darkness he reached down to touch his swelling cock...
CHAPTER FIVE
Yes, dammit, his prick was feeling good. Pat couldn't deny it to herself, though she struggled not to reveal it to Sammy. She didn't like this cocky little kid, his aggressive arrogance, the way he leered at her. But she did like his cock. With considerable shame she had to admit that much.
Pat's shame would have increased, had she known that two hungry pairs of eyes were watching her getting fucked. Besides Lew in the closet spying place there was also Rick, whose existence she'd forgotten in the excitement of the moment. Rick hadn't known what to do except wait and watch, in case Pat should need his help. At first he'd been disgusted and angered with the whole thing-a strange kid popping in and taking his girl away. As he watched Sammy's brutal but effective balling technique, however, that pale, stubby prick zipping in and out of Pat's wet, hair-fringed little cunt, he found himself curiously aroused. It was hard to understand. He'd thought only creeps got off on watching other people screw. But the sight of Pat flushed and panting as Sammy fucked her mercilessly-well, it was weird, but it was making him sweat, making his young cock wake up again.
Caught up in this strange excitement, Rick moved closer for a better look at the action. No danger of the others observing him; they were completely absorbed in their wild fuck, like bitter enemies in a battle to the death-Pat struggling not to show her enjoyment, Sammy working tirelessly to turn her on. Rick crawled over to the middle of the bed and peered shamelessly at the rutting couple. He noticed for the first time that cocks seem too large for cunts. Sammy wasn't exactly the most well-hung guy in the world, but even his plump little dick seemed too thick for the tiny shadowed hole between Pat's legs. Rick noticed how the plunging rod stretched and stuffed her tiny cunt almost to bunting, the pink flesh parting widely to admit the thick shaft. He wondered if it was hurting her, until he saw that every time Sammy's rigid little cockshaft emerged from her hole it was wetter with her cunt juice. Rick glanced at Pat's face and saw that she was clenching her teeth, trying to restrain some emotion. She didn't deceive him. He knew the signs of her arousal by now. The little creep was getting her hot, all right, and she didn't want to show it. Rick didn't blame her. What kind of woman could get turned on to a dumb little shit like Sammy?
What kind of woman? Rick had never really pondered the question before. Pat was there, she wanted him, and that was enough. He knew her old man wasn't giving her any prick, and he could dig how horny she must be. But how could she get hot for a kid like Sammy? Why would she want two men? Rick eyed her thoughtfully-the flushed face, wildly rolling eyes, big heaving tits-and thought, There's something wrong with this chick. He knew there was a word for it, nympho something. A chick who just couldn't get enough cock. With this realization, he lost his tenderness for Pat and began to view her as just another cunt. By God, if she was like that, why waste any feeling on her? Why not just use her, get as much snatch as he could?
He moved closer yet, and he saw that the hot cream was gushing steadily from Pat's tiny cunt hole, heavier than before. She was enjoying getting fucked by the punk, all right, even if she wouldn't admit it. Rick felt his young prick twitching with renewed arousal, and he felt the impulse to knock Sammy out of the way and take his place atop Pat's lush body. That was all he wanted, to get his rocks off with the bitch. His cock hardened between his belly and the sheet, and he licked his lips, trying to summon the patience to wait for his turn. He wasn't going to be tender this time. Hell, no, he was going to ball her raw... That was what she wanted, wasn't it? She didn't care who she fucked, as long as she got her cunt reamed.
* * *
Pat's husband was more charitable toward her. From his spying place in the closet, Lew watched the scene with intense interest, but Pat's performance did not harden his heart. He loved her for it. She was making all his wildest fantasies come true. He even felt glad for her, finally getting well laid after so many years of frustration, and he hoped she was enjoying the fuck as much as he was. He noted Rick's increasing interest, and this pleased him. He'd had his doubts about Rick, considering the boy too conscientious and moral to participate in a group-sex scene. It looked as if he was wrong, and that was excellent. The more the merrier, in Lew's opinion. He wanted to see his wife getting dicked by all kinds of men, preferably several at once. He could never get enough of watching.
He clutched his achingly hard cock and rubbed it gently as he watched. He didn't want to come too soon, but he didn't want to lose his sharp horniness, either. It required just the right touch. When Sammy and Pat reached the peak of their excitement, he wanted to be right with them. He admired Sammy's stamina. They'd been screwing a good five minutes now, but the kid was managing to hold out, determined to get some show of interest from Pat. Sammy .kept up the pace, too, fucking her like a pile driver, never letting up. Pat's cunt juice was coming so thick and steady now that the noise of their fucking grew very loud, a slurping, squishing sound that Lew could hear even through the closet wall. The bedsprings were creaking wildly, and Sammy was panting loudly. Only Pat was absolutely quiet-but from the way she was clenching her teeth, Lew could tell that she restrained her cries of joy only with the greatest difficulty. "Come on, baby," he murmured, "let it out. Enjoy... " He watched Sammy's tight little ass bouncing furiously up and down between Pat's legs, saw the beads of sweat on the kid's thin freckled back. How long could he hold out? He knew Sammy was stubborn and determined, a scrappy little street fighter, a guy who just didn't give up. Good. If anyone could break Pat's resistance, make her open for every kind of odd sexual experience, it was Sammy. As Lew began rubbing his engorged cock faster and faster, he found himself silently cheering the kid on. "Give it to her," he whispered fiercely. "Make her beg for your cock... " But just then, to his intense disappointment, Sammy stopped fucking.
* * *
Pat noticed it at once. No more fierce, hot sawing in her aroused creaming cunt, no more hot rubbing of Sammy's thin hips between her tender thighs. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Sammy kneeling between her legs, his cock still deep inside her twat and very hard. Sweat was pouring down his homely face, and he was panting. He caught her eye and sneered at her.
"You phony bitch," he gasped. "You're digging this, but you're too chicken-shit to tell me. Well, you might as well tell me, because I ain't gonna quit. I'm gonna ball you all night if I have to, but you're gonna tell me. Just wait'll I catch my breath.
"Oh, just get it over with," Pat said, her voice catching in a sob. "Just do it. I don't have any choice. I have to do what you want. But I can't pretend to enjoy it."
"Bullshit!" Sammy hissed. "Your cunt's wet, baby. Wet and hot. You want it."
"No!" Pat wept. "For God's sake, just get it over with!"
"Not a chance," said Sammy. "Let's see how you like this."
He seized her plump red little clit and began kneading it between his fingers. The movement was so sudden that Pat had no chance to guard against it. She gasped with sudden sharp pleasure, and her lovely body flushed all over with arousal. Stinging joy buzzed from her tender clit to all parts of her body, making her writhe and moan. Her pussy cream gushed out hotter and heavier than ever, soaking Sammy's deeply buried cock. He felt it, and again he sneered at her. "You lying bitch," he said contemptuously. "Don't tell me you don't want to get fucked."
"Oh, please," wept Pat. "Don't do this to me."
Sammy laughed harshly, and suddenly he slammed his hips forward with all his strength, sending the sharp, hard tip of his cock brutally against the end of her tender cunt. Far from hurting her, it made Pat flush even deeper with need. After so many years without a fuck, she needed this kind of force and unrelenting action. Sammy repeated the action, slamming his hard little dick into her pulpy snatch again and again, and Pat felt herself losing control. Compared to Rick's tender fucking, this was a brutal rape, and yet she loved it, craved it... She closed her eyes in order not to see her brutal attacker, pressed her lips tight together so as not to cry out, but it was an uphill struggle. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to let go, to enjoy wildly, to forget everything but this amazingly tough kid and his tireless fucking. Above all, her maddened cunt cried for relief, hugging and nipping Sammy's hard-driving little dick, juicing in hot torrents. His stiff fast humping forced the hot cream from her tight snatch to splatter on her thighs, and the friction of cock and cunt seemed red-hot, unendurable. She could not hold out. God help her, she could not control herself. She moaned hoarsely and let her long legs fall wide open, surrendering herself to the furiously humping boy.
"That's better," Sammy panted. "Yeah, open your legs, baby. Let my cock in deep. Tell me about it. Good for you?"
Pat flushed and shook her head miserably, but she wasn't fooling him or herself. She couldn't keep from panting now, couldn't restrain her hoarse cries of pleasure. Never had she had a fuck so hot, so prolonged. Her hips seemed out of control, rutting wildly in perfect time with Sammy's hard fuck strokes, and she could barely suppress the urge to seize his ugly little body and hold it tight to her big heaving tits. Please, she thought, leave me some dignity... But she didn't know whom she was addressing, except her own body, and that body was out of control.
Sammy had an uncanny sense of her needs. Without being asked, he flopped heavily down on her, his hard skinny chest rubbing against her big creamy tits, flattening them, making them slick with his sweat. In that position, his rock-hard little prick rubbed right on her clit, and the stinging pleasure was almost more than she could bear. Her cries became louder, hoarser, and she gave way to all her horny urges. She threw her arms around the boy's sweaty body, hugging him fiercely to her. That wasn't enough, so she wrapped her long legs around him, too, digging his hard hot meat even deeper into her famished creaming cunt.
"Uh, uhhh," she cried, straining against him, "uhhhh!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Sammy panted. "Tell me how much you want my cock!"
She wanted to slap him for his arrogance, to push him away in indignation-but even more, she wanted him to go on with his hard swift fucking. He was an egotistical little bastard, bursting into her life and taking over, but she had to have him. She had to have the merciless balling that only he could give. Again she clenched her teeth and tried not to display her pleasure, but that was becoming increasingly hard to do. What was the point, anyhow? She was already clinging to him like a leech, with arms and legs, already creaming floods of cunt juice, working her horny hips in time to his strokes. What more did she have to tell him?
But Sammy wanted words, and he was determined to get them. He wanted this cool bitch to go to pieces underneath him, to cry shamelessly for his cock. He also wanted to come-oh, Jesus, did he want to come-but he wasn't going to be defeated. Years of fending off bullies twice his size, of defying teachers and cops and all adults, had hardened him for battle. Her cunt was deliciously tight and fiercely hot, and he wanted nothing more than to spew his jizz into her nipping hole right then and there-but that wasn't victory, it was defeat. Panting, sweating, near exhaustion, he nevertheless found the strength to fuck her even harder and faster than ever, to rasp, "You like my cock, doll? You want more?"
Pat made a wild gurgling noise in her throat as she tried for the last time to deny her pleasure. She summoned up all her will to stop her wildly humping hips, her nipping cunt, her clawing fingers-but it was no use. His hard fat little prick felt too damned good as it bored relentlessly into her quivering twat. She threw back her head and moaned loudly.
Sammy grinned savagely, not knowing that his grin was reflected on the face of a secret watcher in the closet. He didn't even notice Rick, who was leaning very close, his eyes glued to Sammy's hammering prick, his face beet-red with horny excitement. Sammy knew only that this beautiful classy chick, this snobbish bitch, had surrendered to him, begged him to go on balling her. His victory was complete. No reason to hold out any longer, except to bring her off. He wanted her to remember this fuck.
"Come, baby," he hissed. "Dig it. Let go."
His words somehow triggered her climax, almost as if he'd pressed a button. Pat shrieked hoarsely as she felt the first delicious waves of orgasm rocking her body. She began to buck wildly against Sammy, making their sweaty bellies meet in loud slaps, and the runty little street kid felt her deliciously hot tight cunt gripping his meat like a vise as she came. He watched her with glee-the rolling eyes, the lolling tongue, the ecstatic grin that spread over her face as he put the prick to her. But he didn't watch long. He couldn't hold out. He groaned as he felt his red-hot sperm shooting out into her steamy hole, and he slammed his little squirting cock into her spasming cunt as deep as he could to deposit his load, yelping and grunting as he came.
There was no tenderness in Sammy. He'd hardly shot the last drop of his load into Pat's seething quim before he roughly pushed her arms away and rolled off her. He lay there propped on an elbow, panting and leering at her. "Pretty good, huh, baby?" he said sarcastically. "Am I a better fuck than pretty boy here?"
"Hey, knock it off, man," said Rick angrily. "You got what you wanted. Why be a bastard about it?"
Sammy turned to face the tall handsome blond boy. "You wanta make something of it?" he said, his voice lazy but full of menace. "I'm ready anytime."
* * *
In the closet Lew felt his stomach muscles tightening with apprehension. Damned kids, why couldn't they get along? He'd just had a delicious come, perfectly timed with the mutual climax of Sammy and Pat, spraying his thick Jism over the closet wall -... and he would have liked to relax. But the situation looked dangerous. He might have to pretend to come home, to break up the fight before it got started. He sighed impatiently. He understood where the boys were at, their young male jealousy and possessiveness, because he'd once been there himself. He remembered how it was to want a woman exclusively for himself, that primitive urge to monopolize her body and soul. But he'd passed beyond that. Now he wanted to share. It was a much bigger hit to give Pat away, because then he could observe all kinds of sex action he might otherwise never see. If only the kids could understand that, understand the fun they were missing... More important, if Rick and Sammy couldn't get along, then Lew's wonderful new world would be destroyed.
"Don't fight," he whispered desperately. "Understand. Understand that both of you can fuck her... "
* * *
Rick looked into Sammy's mean little eyes and considered the situation. He wasn't afraid of a fight, and he thought that because of his superior size and strength he might even win, though Sammy would prove a tough opponent. But, hell, why go through that? Why possibly get his nose busted and his ribs kicked in, just for Pat? She was nothing but a slut in fancy clothes, a whore with refined language. She wasn't worth the pain. He wanted to go on fucking her, all right, but that didn't mean he had to fight for her. What did it matter if she screwed Sammy, too? In fact it had been a kick to watch them ball. There were plenty of exciting possibilities in this situation. He found himself grinning at Sammy.
"No, man," he said coolly, "I don't wanta fight. I wanta share. We're here, aren't we? They're our foster parents, so we have to live in the same house. There's two of us, one of her. So why fight? But if you want to, I'm ready."
Sammy eyed him steadily as he spoke, gaining new respect for this pretty boy. He'd thought Rick was soft, but actually he was just smart, maybe smarter than Sammy. This guy was right. They had to live together and get along, if they wanted to stay in this cushy home, so why fight? Why not have fun instead? He glanced at Pat, who was lying dizzy and exhausted between them, at her mountainous creamy tits with their pretty light-brown nipples, the sweet little fuzz of her muff, the perfect curves of her long slim body. Yeah, he wanted that, all right. He wanted lots more of it, and it'd be a bummer to have to fight for cunt when he could get it free.
"Okay by me," he said lazily. "You got a smoke?"
Rick nodded. "In that drawer, by the bed." Sammy lit up and arranged himself comfortably on the far side of the bed, silently giving ground to Rick. They didn't have to put it into words. They'd agreed on a truce, agreed to share this woman, and it was Rick's turn to fuck her.
Not a moment too soon, either. His cock was rubbing hard and demandingly against the sheet, already oozing eager cream. He crawled over to Pat and started to climb onto her flushed body. At that moment, though, she came out of her daze, started, and stared at him. As he began to mount her, his young cock standing rigid and engorged against his belly, she gasped and pushed him away.
"Rick, no!" she cried.
"Why not?" he snapped. "You just screwed him. Am I poison or something?"
Pat blushed deeply. She understood what Rick was thinking. She'd shamelessly fucked Sammy right in front of him, so how could she possibly deny him a lay? Yet in her own mind she hadn't sunk that low yet. She was not to be passed back and forth between a couple of teenage boys, her body used at their will. It was too humiliating to imagine. Sammy had forced her to fuck him, after all. She wasn't the one who'd chosen to screw for an audience, and she didn't intend to do so in the future.
"I just don't want to, Rick," she said angrily. "I have some say in this matter. I'm not a whore, no matter what you may think."
Sammy snorted with harsh amusement. "Aw, cut the bullshit, baby," he said. "You want his cock, all right. And you're gonna get it anyhow, so just shut up."
Pat turned on him in a fury. "Now, just a minute, young man!" she cried. "This is my house, and I'm in charge here. I won't be used like this. I can send both of you back to juvenile hall--"
"Sure," Sammy interrupted, "and we'll tell 'em what happened. How our new Mommy balled both of us while our Daddy was away. We can tell your old man, too. I bet he'd be real thrilled to hear what we did today."
"I won't be bullied!" Pat said angrily. "They won't believe you. I'm leaving now, going to my room, and when my husband gets home, I'll have him take you back--" Again Sammy interrupted her, as if her words were of no account to him at all. "Ill hold her, man," he said to Rick.
Before Pat could react, the runty little tough leaped behind her and pinned her shoulders with painful force. She cried out and tried to get away, but wiry little Sammy was too strong for her. She wept in horror as Rick grabbed her legs and prevented her from rolling out of his way. Her tender blond lover was transformed, his face as hard and cynical as Sammy's. He grinned at her as he climbed between her legs, but the grin was not friendly.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered to the two boys.
"We wouldn't have to," snapped Rick, "if you'd just quit fighting us. Jesus, what's the big deal? You wanta get balled, we know that much, so why don't you just relax and enjoy getting laid?"
"But not with both of you," Pat sputtered. "Not while someone's watching. It's not right."
"It's not right," Sammy mimicked in a prim voice. "So what's wrong with it? Like Rick says, you want cock-and we can give it. Just cut out the phony act, baby. It's boring, you know?"
Pat looked in horror at the two boys. Suddenly she had no command over her life; she was the slave of two heartless adolescents. They would use her, humiliate her, make her their plaything in bed... "No," she said frantically, "no, I won't do this!"
"Baby," Sammy laughed harshly, "you don't have any choice." He glanced at Rick, who was poised between her legs, his long rigid dick drooling thick cream. "Go ahead, man," Sammy said. "Stick it in her cunt. She won't get away, I'll see to that."
"Nooooo!" Pat wailed as Rick inched closer, tighter, between her thighs. She tried desperately to close her legs to him, but he held them apart. She tried to roll away, but Sammy had her shoulders firmly pinned. She was going to be raped, and she couldn't stop it. Whimpering, sobbing, she shook her head in denial even as she felt the hot bulbous tip of Rick's hard young cock worming into the soaked mouth of her resisting cunt. Her snatch was still full of Sammy's abundant jizz, and so Rick had no problem getting his prick in, in spite of her tenseness. His thick long meat glided smoothly, swiftly, up her mushy little hole till it came to rest against the end of her twat. The boy sighed and shivered as he felt his rod enveloped in her blazing hot sheath, the tight velvety walls of her cunt.
"Oh, man," he sighed, "it's about time... "
"Nice an' tight, ain't she?" Sammy said. "Most older cunts are too loose."
"Tight," gasped Rick, beginning to fuck her, "and hot. Oh, man, is she hot. Listen, I've fucked her before, and I wanta tell you, she always wants cock. She never gets enough... " He ran out of breath and concentrated on working his achingly swollen meat in her deliriously snug little hole.
Sammy snickered. "I believe it," he said. "No matter what she says, she's a really hot chick."
Pat closed her eyes and sobbed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Two boys talking about her as if she were some kind of whore, one fucking her while the other watched. It was too horrible. She'd needed a man, yes, but not this cruel, dirty-minded orgy. She wanted to die of shame. Rick's meat was thick, long, much bigger than Sammy's, and he used it more slowly and forcefully, fucking her very deep and steady, in long powerful strokes. If they'd been alone, she'd have been wild with excitement-but that scene was spoiled. There was Sammy's sneering presence, and Rick had changed. Rick no longer cared about her. He only wanted to fuck her. She was all cunt to him, and this knowledge was deeply humiliating to Pat.
* * *
Her humiliation was observed secretly by her husband. He understood, but, like the boys, he wanted her to knock it off, just to relax and enjoy getting laid. "Come on, Pat, baby," Lew whispered in the darkness, "dig it! I've brought you two great young studs. I'm getting off on it, so are they. Don't be the only holdout. Come on, sweetheart, enjoy!" His fevered prayer was accompanied by the fierce rubbing of his cock, which had miraculously revived when the boys made their peace and cooperated in the rape of his sobbing wife. Her resistance excited him, yet he hoped it wouldn't last. Pat had to learn to like her new life. His pleasure depended on it...
* * *
Rick shuddered and sighed as he worked his long pale dick slowly, deeply, in her red-hot little cunt. Sammy watched with some envy-the guy was really well-hung-but also with glee and interest. He liked to see the bitch getting fucked against her will, her tearful humiliation. He loved to ball, but his deep hostility against the rich made him want to hurt and shame Pat, too. The present scene was very much to his liking.
"Give it to her, man!" he hissed excitedly. "Ball her silly! Make her beg for your cock!"
Rick was just angry enough to take Sammy's advice. Pat's tearful, protesting face was banning to bug him. Just a few hours ago she'd screamed with shameless pleasure as he fucked her, so what was her hang-up now? He began to slam his long thick cock brutally back and forth, making her gasp, creating hot friction in her tiny cunt hole. He saw her eyes flutter, felt the first scalding burst of her pussy cream-and he grinned in savage triumph. He was getting her aroused whether she wanted it or not.
"Oh, no," Pat sobbed, "please, no!" But it wasn't Rick she was talking to, it was herself. She felt her cunt responding ravenously to his thick pounding meat, felt herself wanting it more than ever. She didn't want to respond, didn't want to be a shameless slut, and yet it seemed, to her great shame, that the boys were right. She never got enough cock. She could fuck forever and not get enough...
His thick meat made an obscene slurping noise in her nipping cunt, and Sammy snickered. "Yeah," he laughed, "you're gettin' to her, man. She loves it!"
Pat sobbed with shame, but at the same time she felt her cunt going out of control again, responding greedily to Rick's large stiff cock. She let her legs fall open, welcoming the deep penetration of his pistoning tool, and her pussy juice began to spurt helplessly. "Oh, my God," she wailed, "I want it! Fuck harder, darling, harder! Don't stop!"
Even as she began to come, she heard Sammy's mocking laugh...
CHAPTER SIX
Leaning dizzily against the spy hole, Lew watched his wife helplessly corning in the arms of the handsome blond teenager Rick, while freckle-faced Sammy watched with unconcealed glee. What Lew felt was not exactly glee--it was more like euphoria. The longer his experiment lasted, the better it seemed to get. Of course Pat was reluctant. What else could you expect of a middle-class housewife who'd always been scrupulously faithful to her husband? What delighted him was the way her body triumphed over her conscience, the way she helplessly succumbed to the increasingly more daring sex-play of her foster sons. After today, what could she deny them? After today, he could expect to see all kinds of wild things.
Lew held his swollen prick firmly, pumping it in time with Rick's heavy fuck strokes. He watched the boy's smooth tight butt-cheeks jerking up and down, noted their suddenly increased speed and heard the boy's whine of ecstasy as he began to come. Lew timed himself perfectly, jerking off to a trembling climax just as Rick came. It was hard not to cry out, he was so excited. When his spasms subsided, he looked through the peephole again and saw Rick rolling off Pat's body. She looked blissfully content, and Lew thought, That's right, sweetheart, this new life can be fun for both of us...
* * *
"Oh, man!" sighed Rick. "That really did me in. I feel like I couldn't get a hard-on for a week."
"We still got time for more," said Sammy.
Rick gawked at him over Pat's limp body. "You kidding?"
"Uh-uh," said Sammy, grinning at him. "Her old man don't get home for almost an hour. That's plenty of time."
"For you, maybe," yawned Rick. "I've had it."
"Well, get it together, then," said Sammy, "because I need you for this one." His grin turned to a lewd leer. "We're both gonna do it to her at once."
Pat stared at him in alarm, and Rick, thoroughly puzzled, said, "Huh? What do you mean?"
Sammy was remembering a time when he was barely fourteen, and he and a buddy had found a neighbor girl sunbathing on the roof of their apartment building. Her name was Chrissy, she was about sixteen and not too bright, but the fun part was, she didn't have any clothes on. She thought she'd get a better tan that way. Sammy and his friend had spotted her from behind a ventilator shaft where they were smoking pot. They'd sneaked up and burst out in front of her, yelling, "Surprise!"
Of course that got the results they wanted-ole Chrissy screaming and jumping up, her big fat tits bouncing like crazy, not even remembering to wrap her towel around herself. Sammy could remember vividly the big black triangle of pussy fur at the base of her belly, the incredible smoothness of her plump, olive-skinned body. Because Chrissy was not very bright, Sammy and his pal moved and thought much faster than she did, and after enjoying her consternation for a few seconds, they grabbed her and pulled her down on the towel. There was some argument about who was going to fuck her first, and that was when Sammy got his bright idea. He made some kind of threat to Chrissy-probably that she had to do what they wanted or they'd tell her mother she'd been naked on the roof. He couldn't remember. But it worked, and dumb ole Chrissy just lay there and let them do it. Sammy got between her fat warm thighs and fucked her, while his pal, at Sammy's direction, screwed her in the mouth. Sammy had never had a chance to repeat that little game till now. The very memory of it made him grin. He could see that this Rick kid hadn't been around much, because he didn't have the slightest idea what Sammy was talking about. The foster-mother bitch didn't seem too pleased, either, but she was no problem. They had too big a hold over her, she'd have to do as they wanted.
He answered Rick's question. "Man, it's easy. You don't have to ball just her cunt. There's lots of places. Her mouth, for instance."
Pat gasped and flung herself past Rick, off the bed. This was one humiliation she would not endure. She hurried towards the door, thinking that if she could just get to her room, she could lock herself in till Lew got home. Somehow she'd convince him that the boys had raped her. He'd take them back to the home. Then she might not have sex, but at least she'd have her dignity again.
"Hey, stop her!" Sammy yelped.
Pat heard the two strong adolescents racing after her, and she wrenched the door open and ran down the hall towards her room. She managed to get the door open and stumble inside, but that was all. She sobbed as she felt Sammy's iron grip around her waist. She started to claw his arms, but Rick grabbed her hands. "Oh, please," she wept, "let me go!"
Sammy ignored her as usual. He was looking appreciatively around the master bedroom with its expensive furniture and the great king-size bed with its yellow satin spread. "Hey," he said, "let's do it in here. This is real classy."
"Okay," said Rick, whose interest had been considerably revived by Sammy's weird proposal. "We still got time."
"My God, no!" cried Pat. "Not in my husband's bed! That's going too far."
"Aw, lady, cut the crap," Sammy sighed. "You already balled both of us. What does it matter where we screw?" He turned to Rick. "Come on, let's get her over to the bed."
Pat wept and struggled, but she wasn't strong enough to defeat the combined strength of two horny teenage boys. As they dragged her over to the bed, she felt their warm cocks rubbing against her legs, Rick's silky and partially limp, Sammy's tightly swollen and rock-hard again. They pushed her down onto the bed-that wide beautiful bed where she and Lew used to make love, but which for the past five years had been the scene of her frustration. Sammy leaned close to her, his ugly face hard and cruel, and he hissed, "Now listen, bitch, listen good. There's no way you're gonna get out of this, so you might as well just shut up and do it. Don't whine, don't give us any trouble. Just do what we say. Right now, get on your hands and knees."
"Nooooo!" wailed Pat.
"Do it," came Sammy's icy voice, "or we tell your husband everything."
* * *
Meanwhile Pat's husband was desperately trying to find out everything. Pat's rush from the boys' room had taken him by surprise, and in the muffled space of the closet he couldn't hear where she and the boys were running. "Damn it to hell!" he muttered, fighting his way through the hanging clothes. He had to get into the attic and find out which room they were in, before he missed some good action. Damn Pat for running off like that and interrupting his fun! He had just pushed through the tangle of clothes when he heard her voice-sobbing, protesting, very close. His enraged expression changed to a knowing grin. Of course, she'd tried to lock herself in the bedroom, but she hadn't carried it off. That was going to make the viewing perfect. All that separated him from the action was a thin gauzy curtain over the closet entrance. He didn't even have to lift it aside. He had only to stand up against it, and he could see right through.
Moving very quietly, Lew positioned himself in front of the curtain. The view was much better than through the peephole, because he could see the whole room. He could also hear much better, almost smell the action. Pat was on the bed, weeping and struggling, the two boys holding her down. He heard Sammy say, "Do it, or we tell your husband everything." He almost laughed out loud. If only poor Pat knew how empty that threat was...
* * *
But Pat did not know, and she saw nothing for it but to do as Sammy demanded. She couldn't hurt Lew like that, couldn't let him know she'd been unfaithful to him with two men in one day-men young enough to be her sons. What Sammy wanted was repulsive and horrible to her, but it was still better than seeing the look of shock and pain on Lew's face if he found out about her incredible behavior. Weeping, she slowly got into the position Sammy wanted, on her hands and knees in the center of the big bed, her beautifully rounded white ass uplifted, her long melon-shaped tits swinging free.
"Just do it quickly," she wept. "Do it and get it over with."
Sammy laughed harshly. "Uh-uh, baby, we wanta give you time to enjoy it, don't we? We ain't gonna rush."
Rick looked at Pat's lovely face, the heavy mass of her tousled black hair, the perfect slim curves of her lithe body. She looked mighty good to him, the prettiest woman he'd ever balled. He'd balled quite a few, too, for a boy his age, but he'd never fucked in front of another guy, never shared his woman as Sammy suggested. At first the idea had seemed crazy, even distasteful, to him, but when he envisioned how it would be, he found himself sharply excited. Plain old balling was getting a bit stale to him by now, and he wanted more excitement. This Sammy dude was pretty inventive. Together they could have a lot of fun with their new "mother". Rick was quite willing to bury the hatchet, to let Sammy be the leader in these games, as long as it was fun.
"Uh, which end do you want?" he asked Sammy awkwardly.
To Sammy the question was merely practical, not embarrassing. He eyed Pat's slim nakedness appreciatively and said, "I wouldn't mind gettin' my cock sucked, unless you have some big objection."
"No," said Rick. "I'd dig it, too, but I can wait till tomorrow."
Tomorrow! Pat shuddered. How many tomorrows would there be? How long would she be stuck in this nightmare? As long as Sammy held that threat over her, the threat to tell Lew... It could be months, years. There would be no let-up from the boys' tyranny, their selfish exploitation of her body. Bitterly she thought back to her horny fantasies of the past five years. She'd daydreamed longingly of being fucked again and again, as much as she wanted, but the reality was much too crude for her tastes. Yet there was no use "whining" about it, as Sammy put it. What choice did she have?
"Okay," said Sammy, "let's do it."
Pat closed her eyes and wept quietly as she felt the boys climbing onto the bed. If she could just hold onto her sanity for another hour, Lew would be home, and her torture would be ended for that day. Tomorrow they'd be at her again, but at least she'd have a pause for rest and thought. She steeled herself to endure whatever happened in the next hour. She remained absolutely still as Rick's hot sweaty hands pressed against her hips and his hard-muscled legs wedged between her legs. He was steadying himself, getting into position. In front of her she heard and felt Sammy's hot breathing, but he hadn't touched her yet. She couldn't even bear to think about what he was going to make her do. To suck the cock of that dirty little rat-her whole being rebelled at the notion.
Rick paused for a moment to appreciate this new view of Pat's lush body. He'd never fucked her from behind before. She had a really nice ass, not too big and not too small, just two lovely firm globes of silky white flesh that cupped perfectly in his eager hands. In the shadowed crease between her pretty butt-cheeks he saw a light fringe of hair and the little brown mouth of her asshole, puckered and wrinkled and very small. He'd heard some guys tell about balling women in the ass, and it sounded kind of exciting-they said it was very tight. But looking at her bung now, he didn't see how a cock could fit in there. It looked just too tiny. But maybe someday soon he'd find out. With Sammy to back him up, he could probably try just about anything.
Below her little asshole, in the shadowy region between her soft thighs, he saw the rosy bruised flesh of her pussylips, the gleaming juice of his cum and Sammy's as it trickled from her dark cunt mouth. His target was easy to locate, with all that cream leaking out. He remembered how fiercely hot her cunt was, how deliciously snug and clinging, and his cock rose to its full stiffness, a tiny pearl of juice oozing out the tip. He thought what a sweet set-up he had here, a classy house, easygoing foster parents, and this beautiful chick to fuck as often as he wanted. Not many boys his age were that lucky.
Sammy interrupted his reverie. "Come on, man. You gonna ball her or paint her picture? We only got an hour."
"Yeah, okay," said Rick, "I was just having a look."
"Look, hell," snorted Sammy. "All cunts look alike. Let's get on with it."
Rick was ready enough by now. His meat was thick almost to bursting, the pale skin tight and stretched along his rigid shaft, the head a blushing engorged purple. He seized his hard young prick and poked the fat knob into the mushy hot little recess of Pat's cunt mouth. She started and whimpered as she felt his cock pushing into her hole, but Sammy snapped at her to shut up and be still. She obeyed as best she could, and only her hips trembled a little as Rick sighed and eased his long rigid dick up her tight steamy little cunt. He shivered happily as he sank his meat into her juicy tight sheath, and he kept on pushing till his sensitive knob came to rest against the slick end of her twat.
"Okay," he sighed, "I'm in."
"Right," said Sammy briskly. "Take it slow. We want Mrs. Rich Bitch to enjoy it." He seized Pat's head and forced her to look up at him. His grinning face seemed evil and cruel to her. "Hey, baby," he said mockingly, "you ever taken on two guys before?"
Pat sobbed. "Do we have to talk? Can't you just do it?"
"Nope," leered Sammy, "not my style." He pressed her head cruelly hard. "Answer me. Ever make it with two guys?"
"No!" Pat wept. "I never did it with anyone but my husband till now."
"Awww," said Sammy, "ain't that sweet?" Again he applied brutal pressure to her head. "You ever blow him? Answer me!"
"Yes!" Pat sobbed, unable to bear the pain.
"That's good," said Sammy. "You know how to do it. Now you're gonna blow me, bitch, and you'd better do a good job. Just like I was your old man, dig? And I'm warning you, if you use your teeth on my dick, I'll break your neck. You got that?"
Pat nodded miserably. She was sure he meant it. There wasn't a soft place in him, not an ounce of sympathy. She felt Rick's thick hard meat poised deep in her cunt, huge and un moving, waiting for the action to begin. In a moment her mouth would be stuffed with prick, too, and she wondered if she could endure it. Before her helpless eyes loomed Sammy's cock-not big, not long, but grossly engorged and stubby, its purple head oozing a steady stream of thick juice, the fat blue veins standing out on the milky-white shaft. She didn't want to take that ugly little prick in her mouth...
"Open up," Sammy barked.
A feeling of nausea swept over her, but she obediently opened her mouth. She heard Sammy snicker, and then he fed his meat to her, stuffing his fat hard little dick into her unwilling mouth. The strong salty flavor hit her taste buds instantly, making her gag, but he kept on pushing till the whole rod was inside, the drooling tip butting the back of her throat, his coarse-haired little balls rubbing her chin.
"That's right," he said, his voice a little husky with excitement. "You keep the whole cock in there, bitch, and you suck it good. Suck it till I come. Now, get going!"
Never in her life had she wanted less to do something, but Pat reminded herself of Sammy's threat, and she began to suck his cock. She closed her tips tightly around Sammy's stiff little prickshaft and applied the vacuum pressure that Lew enjoyed so much, milking and squeezing the warm rod of flesh that rested on her tongue. But unlike Lew, this boy was not considerate of her feelings. Lew had never forced his oozing meat right into her throat, never held her head in position so she couldn't escape. This was not an act of love, it was a rape. But this fact didn't impress Sammy at all.
He winked at Rick, who was watching wide-eyed. "Nothin' beats a blow job," he laughed. "She sure knows how to suck cock, too. I bet she even likes to eat jizz." The act of sex wasn't complete for Sammy without these taunts to whatever girl he was laying. "Okay," he went on, "you give it to her from that end. I bet she's gonna dig this."
At that moment Pat would have taken him up on the bet, and she would have won. She found nothing pleasurable about having a strong-smelling prick wedged into her throat against her will. But a moment later her feelings began to alter, as Rick began to screw her. His cock was wonderfully long and thick, and in this doggy-style posture her cunt received more friction, deeper penetration. To her amazement she found herself just as quickly aroused as ever, even after hours of fucking. Rick worked strongly, steadily, in her bruised little cunt, pushing deep into her hole, sighing, pulling back for another deep shove. She could hear the wet action, feel the delicious stuffing of her ever-ready pussy, the eager butting of his creaming cocktip against the end of her twat as he touched bottom. It felt marvelous-and for once she wasn't ashamed to admit it. It was the distraction she needed to keep from thinking of Sammy and his rough little prick in her mouth. She concentrated on the delicious slow deep fuck Rick was giving her, and her sucking of Sammy's weeping cock became more relaxed, less repulsive. She did it automatically, drawing in her silky cheek lining, pressing the hard little cock against her slick upper palate, just as she did for Lew. Sammy appreciated the technique, obviously, for he began to whimper and grunt. His sweaty little hands found her shoulders, where he steadied himself in his dizzy pleasure, and he began to hump his skinny body in time to her sucking, feeding his eager little prick in and out of her mouth. His juices bubbled out steadily, trickling down her throat, arid the sweat came heavier from his palms.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" he whined. "Suck that meat, baby! That's good, really good... " Pat glanced up and saw that his eyes were tightly closed as he concentrated on his pleasure, his homely freckled face twisted in a lusty snarl. For once he was off guard, completely lost to reality-another bonus, because maybe he wouldn't talk, maybe he wouldn't taunt her and try to humiliate her. She applied more juicy pressure to his throbbing little dick, sucking it even harder and faster, and Sammy went beet-red with pleasure and whined shrilly.
"Eat me, eat my cock!" he chanted. "Bring me off!"
But Pat was paying no attention now. With Sammy happily occupied, she could concentrate her whole being on what Rick was doing to her cunt. His fat long prick probed deliriously deep in her hotly creaming little twat, and she gurgled in appreciation, raising her soft butt a little higher to get even deeper penetration. She felt her eager cream overflowing her nipping cunt and bubbling out to wet the boy's belly. He was breathing heavily, and his hands trembled and sweated on her hips, a sure sign of his horny excitement. He knew Pat well enough now to catch the signs of her arousal, and when he felt her overflowing pussy juice and the lusty wriggling of her hips, he responded happily, stepping up the pace and force of his fucking. It became a fast, wet, loud fuck, Rick whimpering his delight, Pat gurgling her sharp pleasure. For the first time she was glad that her mouth was stuffed with Sammy's ugly little dick, because it kept her from crying out her shameful thoughts. Instead they raced silently through her brain: Fuck me, Rick, yes, yes! It's good, darling, very good... I want more, I want all you can give... I want your big hard cock in my cunt forever!
And it was true. Five years of sexual starvation had made her insatiable. At one time, in the early good years of her marriage to Lew, she'd been content to get fucked once or twice a week, like any normal woman. But not any more. She was ready for cock every hour, every minute. Her need for screwing never seemed to be satisfied. Sometimes this frightened her or disgusted her, but not now, not when she actually had a good hard cock inside her cunt and was thoroughly enjoying it. Only at such moments could she admit to herself that sex was all she cared about, that she could never get too much. Was her need growing with age, or was she just making up for lost time? She didn't know, didn't care... All that mattered now was the deep, thick thrusting of Rick's hard prick in her thirsty, nipping cunt. She was getting very close to coming, and she began to grunt her pleasure and work her hot little pussy furiously around his rock-hard cock.
But Sammy could never be left out of things. He was never satisfied to take a back seat in any kind of action. He was really digging her expert sucking of his hard little prick, but even in his excitement he slowly picked up on what was happening. He realized that there was a two-way thing going on here, that he was superfluous. Her sucking was as automatic and mindless as if his cock had been a lollipop or her mouth a machine. He opened his eyes and saw her butt wiggling like crazy as she ground her eager pussy around the blond kid's cock. He watched the tender delight on Rick's face as he screwed her, the delight that comes from arousing and pleasing one's partner. Those two were getting it on together, and Sammy could have dropped dead for all they cared. He felt himself going red with jealousy. Shit, if he couldn't be top dog, there was no fun in it. He had to make them both remember that he was the leader.
He seized Pat's head and jerked her jaw sharply upward, making her face him. Her eyes popped open and stared at him in surprise and alarm. "Suck my cock, bitch!" he snarled. "You ain't doing it fast enough! I said I wanted a good blow job, so do it!"
He didn't wait for her to respond. He began fucking her mouth savagely, banging his hard stubby prick as fast as he could in and out of her lips, stretching her mouth painfully. He saw the tears rise to her dark eyes, the repulsed expression on her face, but that only increased his brutal force and speed. He drove his rigid meat into her throat, tighter and slicker than her mouth, and he fucked her there, reveling in her shocked expression. He sneered at her, and she became the living embodiment of all the fancy rich chicks he hated.
"Keep looking at me!" he panted. "Don't close your eyes. I'm gonna come in your throat, and I wanta see your face when I do!"
Pat kept her eyes locked on his, but she wasn't seeing him. She was determined not to let him spoil this moment for her, and in spite of the cruel stuffing of her throat, she concentrated all her being on her cunt, where Rick was still hammering away, giving her delicious bursts of strong pleasure. She felt his thick meat fucking faster and faster, heard his sharp hoarse cries as he approached orgasm. His excitement kindled hers, and as she felt the first hot blast of his sizzling fuck juice, her own climax was triggered. It was a blinding, dizzying storm of pleasure that cracked all her inhibitions and defenses. She found herself sucking Sammy's hard little prick like crazy, actually enjoying it. She couldn't get enough of its fat presence, and she worked her mouth and tongue furiously to milk and pump the twitching tool. Sammy gave a yelp of pleasure, and suddenly he was squirting his jizz into her throat. It overflowed, backed up to fill her mouth, and she surprised herself again by gulping his cum down eagerly, swallowing it as fast as he shot it. In that crazy moment she knew that she loved getting laid by two men at once-just as she knew she'd be horrified when her excitement had passed.
The gasping trio finally slumped to the bed and rolled away from each other, Pat's cunt and mouth oozing thick jizz. She licked her lips to get the last of it, and Sammy noted the gesture with glee. "What did I tell you?" he said to Rick. "She likes to eat cock. Man, this broad'll do anything."
Pat shuddered and closed her eyes. Perhaps it was true, perhaps she was so shameless that she'd do anything for kicks. But that didn't protect her from the deep humiliation she felt afterwards as she recalled her performance. My God, she thought, I can't go on this way. There must be some way out...
* * *
Lew had almost fallen right through the curtain during the final moments of that strange three-way performance, barely managing to turn aside at the last second and pump his sizzling sperm into a comer of the closet. He'd lost track of how many times he'd come. He only knew that it was a pretty amazing achievement for a man of forty. In ordinary sex, he could never have managed it. But ordinary sex had never gotten him so excited as the pleasure of watching others fuck. He didn't care if he never screwed a woman again, because it was nothing compared to the perverse joy he felt when he spied on someone else fucking and sucking. He was glad, inexpressibly glad, that he'd had the guts to launch this experiment in his own home, with his own wife. He'd taken a terrible risk, but it was going to work. And what worked most in his favor was the thing he'd most doubted-Pat's lust. He knew she was frustrated, but he'd never dreamed she'd want sex this much-so much that even her - stem conscience couldn't hold her back.
He watched with delight as Sammy reached out to play with Pat's big heaving tits and she made no move to stop him, only looked at him helplessly, resignedly. She had accepted her new situation, it seemed, and whatever Lew might devise in the future, she'd probably accept that, too. He wondered how it would be to watch her get it on with three boys, maybe even more...
"How much time we got?" he heard Sammy ask.
"Oh, about half an hour," said Rick.
"That's enough," said Sammy. "I got an idea."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You and your ideas!" Rick laughed. "Well, man, whatever it is, forget it! I've had it for today. I couldn't get a hard-on again for a million bucks."
"No, wait, man," Sammy said eagerly. "Wait'll you hear this. This is the most far-out thing I've thought of yet!"
* * *
Behind the curtain Lew couldn't help grinning. Sammy reminded him of himself at that age, full of piss and vinegar, never content with the ordinary. Lew remembered some of the crazy things he'd done when he was a kid, things that drove his parents to distraction... and suddenly, in the midst of his reverie, he went cold and white with shock. A memory came back which had been long suppressed, almost forever buried, and for a moment he couldn't believe it was true. But as it flooded over him, he knew it was-a memory so terrible that his mind had blotted it out for twenty-five years. Why it should pop up again now, he didn't know, and he wished it would go away. But it persisted, and Lew forgot to watch the scene in the bedroom as the awful knowledge of the past gripped him.
He was fifteen years old and intensely curious about sex. He'd had a few dates, a few sweaty struggles in parked cars when he unsuccessfully tried to lose his virginity, but all he'd done so far was feel a couple of tits. He didn't try harder because, for some reason, girls just didn't get him that excited. He wanted to know what fucking was like, but only out of a kind of clinical interest. Girls were too clinging, too demanding, too-well, close. Nevertheless he wanted to screw a girl, just to find out what it was like. He seemed to be constantly horny, and he'd taken to jacking off in all sorts of places when the unbearable urge hit him-in the John at school, in vacant lots on the way home, in his old playhouse in the back yard. His mind seemed to be filled with sex constantly.
One day Lew came home urgently needing to jerk off. Various things had happened to prevent him from doing it all day, and by the time he entered the house he felt he couldn't wait another second. His intention was to hurry down the hall, toss his books in his room, and go out the back door to the playhouse where he could be sure of privacy. He never got that far. Going quickly but silently past his parents' bedroom, he saw that the door was open and his mother was standing there naked. The next thing he knew, he was rooted to the spot, staring at her.
Lew had never seen his mother naked before. She was a tall, stately, dignified woman, who always seemed to be dressed to the teeth, even when she was only doing housework. She was careful never to let her son see her in her nightgown, let alone with no clothes at all. Lew had always thought his mother the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long, thick wheat-colored hair hung to her waist in a fragrant cloud, and all parts of her-arms, legs, hips, breasts-were neat and perfect. He had not known the full extent of her beauty, however, until he saw her standing naked before her dresser mirror brushing her long hair.
His mother's tits were not large, only average, but they were perfectly shaped, pale round apples that stood out firmly, topped with pretty pink nipples. She was thirty-five at the time, but her body seemed much younger. Her waist nipped in sharply and firmly like that of a teenage girl, and her legs were very long and ideally shaped. Lew took in the sight hungrily, and at last his eyes came to rest on the small golden puff of hair at her crotch. He'd never seen pussy fur before, although he knew of its existence, but right then and there he knew that no woman's snatch could be as dainty and pretty as his mother's. Her very stately dignity turned him on, as he tried to imagine how she behaved when his father screwed her. Did that serene, slightly cool expression ever alter? Did she ever lose her poise and go wild with pleasure? It was difficult for him to imagine her ever letting go and submitting to passion-especially when he thought of his father.
Lew's father was fifteen years older than his mother, a fat wheezy little man with almost no hair. He was very successful at business, and he treated his wife with respect and generosity, but-for the first time young Lew faced the fact-Dad was hardly a sex symbol. He couldn't imagine any woman getting turned on by his old man, certainly not his grave, dignified mother. Perhaps she didn't care about sex and had married only for security. Lew could understand that. If she'd wanted sex, she could have had a handsome man her own age. But what a waste it was, if she didn't enjoy screwing. She was so beautiful. She was made to be held and adored and enjoyed...
As he watched her and thought these things, his mother slowly began to run her hands over her body. Setting down her hairbrush, she contemplated herself in the mirror for a moment, and Lew thought he saw a gleam of warmth in her cool blue eyes. Then she touched her arms and shoulders, running her hands back and forth over the silky flesh, and a little smile came to her lips-a smile of pride? Or of sensual enjoyment? Lew didn't know, but he understood that she liked to touch herself. Presently she moved her hands gently downward and touched her tits. Her eyes fluttered very slightly as she cupped the pretty little white globes and gently squeezed them, feeling the firm silky flesh. She rubbed her palms over her nipples, and Lew saw her lovely body quiver just slightly and a faint blush come to her cheeks. Her hands dipped lower, caressing in long sensuous strokes her ribs, waist, hips, and ass. She made no sound, but Lew somehow felt that she was softly purring as she felt and enjoyed her own beauty. At last her hand strayed to the fluffy golden patch of her muff, and when she touched her pussy, her flushed face grew a deeper pink. It was not embarrassment. Lew was sure that it signified pleasure.
Watching her own movements in the big dresser mirror, his mother gently parted the golden-haired lips of her pussy and revealed a tiny red bud of flesh. At that time, Lew didn't know what it was, though he later learned, with his wife Pat, that the clitoris was a woman's keenest source of pleasure. His mother placed one finger on the small gleaming shaft and began to rub it with infinite tenderness.
As she did this, a strange transformation came over her. She seemed to become a person Lew had never known before. The little smile turned into an actual grin of enjoyment-he'd never seen his mother grin before. Her eyes grew warm and liquid, and her handsome round boobs began slowly to swell up tight and taut, the pink nipples going rigid and erect. All this was disturbing and shocking to fifteen-year-old Lew, for he sensed that his perfect mother was doing something wicked. But the biggest shock came when, after a few minutes of steadily rubbing her snatch, she gave a deep sigh and some kind of liquid trickled down her thighs. At first Lew thought she was urinating, but then he saw that the juice was thick and white. He didn't know what it was, but again he sensed that it was something naughty. His whole world was shaken. His mother had always been very reticent about sex, never discussing it with him or anyone else. To see her turning herself on like this was almost perverse. Yet at the same time, Lew found himself getting powerfully excited by watching her diddle. He knew it was wrong to watch, but he couldn't turn away. He stood there in the open doorway gawking like an idiot, and then to his horror he felt his cock springing up hard and rigid in his pants. Great, just great-what if she turned around and found him standing there staring at her, his crotch grotesquely bulged by a hard-on? He knew he should split, but he seemed rooted to the spot. He could not get enough of watching her.
His mother was totally absorbed in whatever kinky thing she was doing, and now she gently moved her finger farther into the mysterious shadowed area of her crotch. She sighed loudly again and parted her legs a little, and Lew saw a narrow stretch of bright-red flesh, wet and plump and fringed with a delicate trace of blonde hair. His mother slowly moved her finger to the very center of her body, and then Lew saw the finger disappearing up a little hole. Horrified realization struck him. This must be her cunt, as the older boys called it, that sought-after passage in a woman's body where a man was supposed to put his cock. Only Mother was putting her finger there instead, slowly working it in and out, her eyes glowing hotly, her lips separated in a sensual grin that showed her perfect white teeth. Lew then understood that his mother was jerking off-or whatever it was called when women did it. He felt profoundly shocked. He'd heard often enough from adults that jerking off was wicked, dirty, nasty, and all that. How could his beautiful mother do such a thing? He, an imperfect and horny boy, could be excused for frigging himself-but not her. Yet plainly she was doing it and enjoying it. And in spite of his shock, Lew found himself enjoying the scene. Her excitement sparked his, and in the tight confinement of his pants, his young cock grew bloated with need. Just then his mother gave a strange little cry, shrill and inarticulate, like a bird. She made this noise several times, helplessly, while she pumped her finger in and out of her cunt, and the thick white juice ran much heavier now down her wet finger and inner thighs. She began to tremble, and suddenly she jerked her finger out of her hole and walked quickly to the bed.
Lew watched goggle-eyed as his mother lay down on her back and opened her long legs very wide. He saw the whole scarlet expanse of her pussy, a mysterious series of fleshy folds that gleamed with her creamy juice. He could see her cunt clearly now, a tiny shadowed hole that gasped and drooled like a hungry mouth. She settled back with a sigh, and again she moved her hand down her body till she was touching her cunt, rubbing her fingers swiftly over that red wet flesh. Her hips began a rhythmic movement, up and down, to match the strokes of her fingers, and she began to moan softly. Finally she inserted her stiffened middle finger into her wet little cunt mouth, and the pale digit slowly disappeared inside. As this happened, she gave that shrill little cry again, and a real flood of cream spurted from her cunt and pooled on the sheet beneath her.
Lew craned forward for a better look, and it was at that moment that his mother looked up and saw him.
He wanted to die. He knew she'd been doing something shameful, but somehow it seemed even more shameful that he had been watching. He felt like the guilty party. Words of apology sprang to his mind, but his throat seemed tight and he couldn't get the words out. Meanwhile his mother eyed him steadily. She had paled very slightly when she caught sight of him, but otherwise her expression was completely cool and controlled. Her eyes swept up and down him, coming to rest on the hard bulge of his crotch. He knew she saw and recognized his hard-on, and again he wanted to die of mortification. But she didn't frown or otherwise indicate displeasure. Her expression was completely neutral, as it always was in her daily life. Finally she said gently, "Come here, Lew."
He stumbled over to the bed in an agony of embarrassment, blushing like mad. "M-Mother," he stammered, "I'm sorry. I-I--"
"Ssssh," she said. "Don't talk. Sit down here. I want to tell you something."
He was grateful at not having to speak, because he sure as hell didn't know what to say. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for her to chew him out. She'd taken her hands off her pussy now and folded them neatly on her belly, as prim and dignified as if she'd been fully clothed. She studied him for a while, and then she said softly but calmly, "You may not understand what I'm going to say, Lew, not for a long time. But I'm going to tell you anyway, and someday you'll have enough experience to know what it means. I married young, and I married a man much older than me. I thought then that I was being smart in not marrying for love or sex like all the other girls. They always started off excited and in love, and then in a few years things soured, the excitement died, and they got a divorce. I decided to avoid that. I simply picked the man who could take the best care of me, who would be kind and polite and give me financial security. I believe your father was in love with me, but he knew I wasn't in love with him. He accepted that, and we've gotten along very well. The only thing I didn't realize then was that someday I'd come to need sex. In the past few years I've wanted it very much, but your father is too old. We don't make love any more. So I do this. I do what you saw me doing. That relieves the need for a while. You see, I couldn't leave your father and break up the family. That would be foolish, because otherwise we have everything going for us. I prefer to do it this way. Do you understand at all, Lew?"
He blushed scarlet but managed to reply, "Yes, I think I do. But it'd be so much better, Mother, if you had a man who-who, well, could do this for you." He didn't add that her self-gratification seemed perverse and shameful to him.
She sighed and nodded slightly. "Yes, I've often longed for a lover, but it's out of the question. Your father might find out, and it would destroy him. No, Lew, my way is best."
She said nothing more, being a woman of few words, but Lew sensed that the interview wasn't over. She didn't ask him to leave, and there was some strange aura in the air, something he couldn't identify, that told him he was not to go yet. He turned to look at her, at her incredibly beautiful face and body, and she lay there naked before him, making no move to cover herself, looking him steadily in the eye. What he saw in her eyes made him blush even deeper-and made his young horny cock twitch with urgent need. Though she said nothing, he sensed-powerfully, convincingly-that she wanted him to make love to her. The notion was incredible, and yet he was sure of it.
As if in a slow trance, Lew got up and began to remove his clothes. His mother watched him silently and without expression, doing nothing to stop him. The only sign of her emotion was this: When at last he stood naked before her, her blue eyes darted to his stiff pale young cock, and she seemed to breathe in sharply. That was all. Trembling now, Lew got onto the bed and moved towards her, and she merely waited.
He wasn't quite sure what to do, having never fucked before, but he'd read a few books and heard some talk, and he did the best he could with that knowledge. He wasn't thinking of her as his mother, not at all. He thought only of her as a beautiful woman who was going to let him screw her, only of losing his innocence and finding out what fucking was like. That made him very eager, and his nervousness quickly went away. He lay close beside her and reached out to touch her tits.
They were deliriously warm and silky and firm. He sighed loudly as he began to fondle them, and his mother made no sound, but he did feel her sweet round tits swelling up in his palms, the nipples going rigid and bumpy, just as they'd done when she caressed herself before the mirror.
He moved his trembling sweaty hands slowly down her body and found it silky and smooth all over. At last he touched the fine springy hairs of her muff, and he glanced at her to see if she disapproved. There was no expression on her face at all. She simply lay there staring at the ceiling as if she were waiting for something. Lew took the hint Gently separating the furry lips of her pussy, he found the mysterious little red button and began to rub it gently with his finger, just as she had done. After he'd rubbed the slick little nub a few times, her body seemed to grow much warmer, and he felt her pussy juices running again, wetting his hand. She didn't move, however, didn't even sigh. Lew timidly moved his finger farther between her legs till he located the small opening of her cunt hole. It was wet and sticky and almost scalding hot. He wanted to stick his finger all the way inside and explore, but he sensed that she wouldn't like this, and so he confined himself to examining the mouth of her cunt, which he found very muscular and tight. As his fingertip probed gently there, the muscles gripped it teasingly, and little spurts of cream spat out from the tiny hot mouth. V Then came the most awkward part. He knew she wasn't going to move or do anything to assist him, and he felt grossly clumsy as he separated her thighs as gently as he could and crawled between them. As he'd expected, she just lay there and went on looking at the ceiling. She might have been thinking of her housework or watching TV, to judge from the expression on her face. There was no excitement, only dignified patience. Sweating with nervousness, but still acutely horny, Lew seized his achingly stiff young cock and fumblingly inserted the fat red head into the scalding little recess of her pussy mouth. Then with a groan of excitement he lay down on her and pushed into her cunt.
He felt the most delicious sensations of his young life, his needy prick sheathed in slick hot juicy flesh, and he realized at once that balling was far superior to jerking off. His own fist could never reproduce this heat and silky slippery encasement. He moaned helplessly as his cock penetrated her snatch, slowly working into her hole till his young balls rested tautly against her pussylips and he felt the head of his cock encountering the end of her cunt. It felt so good, he almost cried with joy, but his mother didn't move or make a sound-not until he started fucking her, following his instincts which told him to create sweet friction by moving his cock in and out of her tight hole. When he began these instinctive fucking movements, she suddenly came to life, her voice strange and hoarse.
"Oh, my God... " she breathed, her voice catching in a sob of pleasure, "yes, yes... I needed this so much... Don't hurry. Make it last. Yes, that's it, darling. Ohhhhh, yessss... " Lew was both shocked and pleased. It seemed so out of character for his mother to get sexually excited, but it made him very proud. He was glad she wanted it, because he sure as hell couldn't stop now. His nervousness vanished entirely when she suddenly threw her arms around him and held his slim young body tightly to her, when she began humping her hips in time to his strokes, welcoming his young prick into her oozing cunt. Lew sighed blissfully and forgot everything else but the delicious working of his thick young cock in her hot juicy sheath. He wanted to come badly, but he managed to hold out in order to prolong her pleasure. Her pussy juice was coming hot and steamy now, overflowing her narrow cunt and soaking his crotch. He liked the scalding bath, liked the way her strong cunt muscles nipped and tugged and squeezed his achingly full prick. He delighted in pushing his chest against her firm pert boobs, feeling her taut nipples digging against him. She was moaning steadily now, all her cool dignity gone.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good," she whimpered, "it's been so long. My God, I love it... I was a fool to deny it... " Her voice trailed off, and for a moment they fucked in near silence, punctuated only by her little sighs and Lew's helpless moans. Then suddenly she gave a hoarse groan, quite loud, and her lovely body began to shake beneath him as if she'd gone into convulsions. Her voice became shrill and birdlike, and he felt her cunt overflowing with red-hot juice. He was alarmed for a second, until he understood that she was corning-and then he simply stared at her in amazement. This was a part of her he'd never seen, the utterly abandoned cries and the lovely face twisted with passion. She dug her fingers hard into his back and bucked her hips furiously against him as her orgasm spun out. Lew wanted to watch the whole thing, but she set him off with her hot nipping cunt and her violent fucking motions. He yelped ecstatically and began to come, shooting his hot young jizz into his mother's thirsty cunt. The pleasure was so blinding that for a moment he seemed to faint. He didn't know how much time passed, but when he opened his eyes again, his mother had slipped out from under him and was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a neat bathrobe. She had her back to him, and though she sensed that he had woken, she didn't turn to look at him. Her voice was cool and firm.
"I'm deeply ashamed of what we've done," she said. "It was a very evil thing, and it was my fault. It must never happen again, and we must never speak of it. I want you to believe that it never happened, Lew. Blot it from your mind. It did not happen. Now please get dressed and leave me."
Lew felt miserable at the thought of never seeing her lovely nakedness again, never enjoying her body, but he knew his mother, and once she'd made a decision, that was it. He got dressed quickly and went to his own room. It was there that the horror began to creep over him, that he realized what he'd done. He'd fucked his own mother-it was as simple and terrible as that. He had no trouble following her instructions. He couldn't admit to himself that he'd done such a vile thing, and so he blotted it from his mind. By the next day, it simply "hadn't happened", and within a month it was no longer in his conscious memory, nor in hers. But if he didn't remember, the effects had remained with him all his life-his reluctance to fuck a woman, his perverse and sharp delight in watching other people's sexual acts...
Thanks, Mother, he thought bitterly.
And yet, was it so bad? Lew jerked himself back to reality and peered through the gauzy curtain over the closet entrance. He saw the three naked bodies, and the bad memory floated away, replaced by keen excitement in the present. All right, he was a peeping Tom-or, as he preferred to put it, a voyeur. What the hell? He wasn't a child molester, a murderer, a rapist. The things he got off on didn't hurt anybody. On the contrary, a good time was had by all. He was not a "pervert", he told himself insistently, but simply a guy who liked things a little different. In fact he was providing joy not only for himself but for everyone involved. True, his wife was sobbing as the two teenage boys held her down on the bed, but that wouldn't last for long. Just like his mother, she'd show her true colors soon. She'd show that she wanted sex as badly as anyone else...
* * *
"You're kidding," Rick snickered when Sammy described his latest idea. "I mean, would you really get off on that?" Secretly it was something Rick wanted to do, too, but he didn't have Sammy's nerve.
"Sure I would," Sammy grinned. "I hear tell that assholes are a lot tighter than cunts. I'm sure gonna find out."
Pat was staring at him in horror. She'd thought there could be no greater humiliation than she'd already endured this afternoon, but she'd reckoned without Sammy's endless hominess and fertile imagination. He wanted to fuck again, wanted them both to screw her simultaneously again, only this time he didn't propose to use her mouth.
"Well, I'm game," Rick laughed, "but we better get started before Mr. Scott gets home. We don't have much time."
"Right on," said Sammy.
He turned towards Pat, leering, and she cried out in horror and started to scramble away from him. His arm shot out, and she felt her wrist painfully gripped. "Help me hold her!" he snapped to Rick.
The two boys pushed her down on the bed and held her firmly. With their combined strength and determination, there was no way she could get loose, and all she could do was sob helplessly. "Oh, please," she wept, "not this. Anything but this. You'll hurt me!"
"Aw, no, we won't," Sammy said. "Lotsa chicks like getting it in the ass, and if it don't hurt them, it won't hurt you. Don't start that whining act again, baby. We know it's a load of crap."
"Yeah," said Rick impatiently, "you do it every time, and then you end up digging it."
"Well, I won't 'dig' this, as you put it," Pat said desperately. "No decent or normal woman could enjoy a filthy thing like that."
Sammy laughed. "Well, maybe you ain't a decent normal woman, then, sweetheart, 'cause you sure as hell have enjoyed everything we've done so far. You been balling us both all afternoon, and I didn't exactly see you puke when you blew me. You ate my jizz like candy. You got off on both of us fucking you at once. So what's the big deal now?"
"Aw, we're wasting time," said Rick. "You can't argue with her. She's screwy. Let's just do it."
"Right," said Sammy, "but let's put her so she's facing you. I'm gettin' pretty damn tired of looking at that weepy face. Come on, roll her over on her side."
Like I was so much meat, Pat thought bitterly. The boys rolled her over roughly, with no consideration for her feelings or wants, and she heard them laughing and snickering as they prepared to assault her body again. She dreaded the pain to come, yet she knew there'd be no escape from it. All she could do was endure, till Lew got home and put a stop to things. She steeled herself against the awful thing that was about to happen. If she could just hold out another half hour, it would be over.
Rick lay down facing her and pulling her leg over his body. Pat had her eyes closed and was glad she couldn't see the expression on his face. It was sure to be leering or mocking. She lay there limp as a doll while Rick pulled her roughly against him, flattening her big creamy tits against his chest, and quickly worked his rigid young prick between her legs. Her cunt felt bruised and raked, she didn't want his cock in there, but she was so full of juicy cum that he had no trouble getting his hard young cock in her hole. She gasped as she felt the sudden thick stuffing, then bit her lip to remain silent. She was determined not to give these little creeps the satisfaction of seeing her anguish.
Rick was so excited by Sammy's kinky plan that he began to hump her right away, but Sammy said, "Hey, man, hold her still till I get my cock in. This ain't easy."
Quivering with impatience, Rick obeyed, holding Pat's limp body tightly while his friend approached from behind. Pat could barely keep from flinching as Sammy's hard sweaty body pressed against her back and butt-cheeks, and when she felt the slippery hot head of his cock butting against her tiny asshole, she whimpered with fright. Sammy paid no attention to her, of course. She heard his hard excited breathing as he attempted to shove his knob inside her virgin bung. In her fright, however, the hole tightened up so that with all his grunting effort Sammy could make no headway.
"Jesus Christ," he snarled, "will ya relax? All you gotta do is relax, then I can get my dick in."
Pat said nothing, grimly proud of having thwarted him. She kept her ass sphincter as tight as she could, and prayed he'd rub his brutal little prick raw trying to penetrate her bung. She again reckoned without Sammy's determination, however. He growled savagely, "Okay, baby, if that's the way you wanta play it, that's how it'll be. It's just gonna hurt a lot more, that's all."
He reached between her legs and wet his hand with the slick jizz that soaked her pussy. He rubbed it on his cock, making it slippery and gleaming, and then he used his strong fingers to force open her tiny brown shitter. He didn't get it open very wide, but it was enough to allow him to jam his fat purple cockhead inside, penetrating her bung perhaps half an inch. Pat screamed with pain and tried to jerk away from his bludgeoning rod, but Rick held her in place.
"No, NO!" she shrieked. "You'll tear me! Please!"
"Aw, shut up!" snarled Sammy. "I ain't gonna tear you, if you'll just fucking relax! Can't you get that through your dumb cunt head? Take it easy, and it won't hurt at all."
Pat continued to resist, and Sammy shoved forward with all his strength, tearing another inch into her tight, resisting asshole. Again she screamed with pain. She knew she couldn't bear the pain another time, and so, weeping and humiliated, she took his advice and allowed her ass sphincter to relax and open. Sammy grunted and pushed, and this time he managed to lodge half his stubby cock in her butt without too much effort.
"Yeah," he panted, "that's better. That's a whole lot better... " He shoved once more, and this time Pat felt his wiry-haired balls coming to rest against her butt-cheeks. His penetration still wasn't pleasant, but at least the sharpest pain was gone. She steeled herself to keep her asshole relaxed and open, lest he tear her in his excitement. Sammy groaned happily as he felt his prick fully lodged inside her hot butt.
"How does it feel?" Rick asked eagerly.
"Tight, man," Sammy sighed. "You wouldn't believe how tight. Like a baby's cunt." He giggled. "Not that I ever fucked no babies. But this is really far-out."
"I'll try it tomorrow," Rick said.
Like hell you will, Pat thought grimly. Tomorrow, when Lew had been told of things, these little bastards would be back in juvenile hall. She felt Sammy beginning to fuck now, working his fat little prick sensually slow and deep in her tight bung. "Okay, ball her," he said to Rick. "Let's see how she likes two cocks in her belly."
Pat felt intense anger at his filthy remark, but as Rick eagerly began to fuck her, her anger was replaced by a quite different emotion. The quick jerking action of two cocks working together, two stiff young pricks stuffing and reaming her, was incredibly pleasurable. She felt her whole pelvis stimulated and aroused, with twice the jolt of ordinary fucking. The pleasure was so great and unexpected that it completely overwhelmed her, and her body went hot and flushed with arousal. Her pussy instantly flooded with abundant scalding cream, and her two passages, cunt and ass, widened and moistened eagerly to receive the twin pricks that pounded her. The pain of Sammy's ass rape was gone, replaced by a stunning pleasure she hadn't expected. It felt as good to be fucked in the ass as in the cunt-maybe even better because the fit was sweet and tight. Pat fought to quell her rapidly mounting enjoyment but quickly gave it up. It was too much for her, she couldn't help it. She began to moan shrilly and to clutch at Rick's shoulders.
"Jesus," he panted, "she likes it. Can you believe it? She really likes it."
"Yeah, I feel it," said Sammy. "She got real wet and hot. It don't surprise me, though. This broad'll try anything."
Pat was too far gone in pleasure to be shamed by his words. All she could do was lie there and whimper as the two boys fucked her faster and faster. She had never known such powerful joy in her life. Her whole body felt red-hot and melting, and in no time at all she was coming, coming more violently than ever before. It seemed to go on and on, and she heard her own voice shouting hoarsely, wildly, "Yes! YES! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! OH, GOD, I LOVE IT!"
For once Sammy didn't reply with some smart-ass remark. He was too excited to speak. Her gripping slick little asshole was the tightest thing he'd ever fucked, and he just kept pounding into it harder and faster, till he was yelping with pleasure. Rick was equally carried away, for as the boys worked together, he could feel Sammy's hard dick, separated from his only by a thin membrane, and the two cocks rubbing together brought delicious tightness and friction. Like Sammy, he followed his blind instinct to fuck harder and harder, till the three sweaty bodies slapped loudly in their humping contact and the three shrill voices were blended in one inseparable cry of pleasure.
Pat came again and again, without pause between climaxes, until she thought she would faint blissfully away. The pounding digging cocks went on and on, giving her the fuck of her life, seemingly never tiring. She was roughly rocked and jolted between the two hard boy bodies, but she liked the roughness, liked being helplessly fucked from both sides. At last, when she thought her heart would race away with the violence of her coming, she felt the sting of Sammy's cum deep in her ass, and then, shortly after, Rick's hoarse yelp as he shot his load into her cunt. Her whole belly seemed to sizzle and melt with the combined flood, and she took it eagerly, joyfully. No matter how her conscience nagged her later, no matter how much shame she felt, she'd at least have the unsurpassed pleasure of this moment, and she allowed herself to enjoy it to the fullest...
* * *
In the closet, Lew was frigging himself into an intense, dizzying climax. Everything about this scene had excited him wildly. In his reverie he'd missed the first part, when Sammy explained his kinky plan, but he'd caught on quickly enough when the boys sandwiched Pat between them and Rick penetrated her cunt, because that left only one place for Sammy's cock to go. Lew had never buggered a woman and had never seen it done, and he greatly enjoyed watching. Even Pat's screams of anguish turned him on in a perverse way, but not nearly as much as her later enjoyment of the double-fuck. It completely blew his mind to see her shrieking her wild pleasure as the two boys fucked her, stuffing her cunt and asshole almost to bursting. In his excitement he forgot to be cautious, frigging his rigid cock furiously, panting loudly. Only the excited cries of the three lovers kept them from hearing him.
When he came, however, he lost all control. The violence of his orgasm blinded and dizzied him, and he stumbled forward, knocking the curtain aside. That was how he entered the room, naked, yelping, holding his squirting dick in his fist. That was how the others first saw him.
Oh, my God, he thought, my God...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pat stared shocked and speechless at her husband. At first she hadn't even recognized the naked shouting man as Lew, but when she did, she felt sick. It was obvious that he'd been hiding behind the curtain, watching as the boys fucked her in the cunt and ass. Not only had it gotten him perversely excited, he hadn't even come to her rescue. She could think of nothing to say.
Sammy, however, was not tongue-tied. He leaped off the bed and confronted the abashed older man angrily. "Hey, what the hell?" he said. "You were supposed to be at work!"
Lew faced them all-his pale wife, frightened Rick, and defiant Sammy. He hadn't meant for this embarrassing accident to happen, but now that it had, he'd better get control of the situation. It was either that or lose his new world of fun. He set his hands on his hips and addressed them firmly: "All right. Since I've stumbled onto the scene, so to speak, you might as well know the truth. I don't care a lot for normal sex. It bores me. I get my kicks out of watching other people screw." The boys just gawked at him, but Pat turned away and began to weep silently. "Maybe that seems pretty sick to you," Lew went on, "but it's not hurting anybody. In fact, it can be a pretty sweet set-up for all of us. You guys keep your mouths shut, and you can go on living here just like before. You can do whatever you want, as long as I get to watch. That's all I ask."
Sammy and Rick looked at each other. They were still a little stunned. Both of them were thinking that Lew Scott was crazy, and they felt contempt for a guy who didn't want to fuck real women, who only wanted to jerk himself off while watching other people ball. On the other hand, as foster kids they were unlikely to get a better set-up than this-not in a million years. He'd as much as told them that they could fuck his wife whenever they wanted.
"Well, man, whadaya think?" said Sammy. "You gonna stay?"
"Sure, why not?" Rick replied with feigned nonchalance. "It's better than juvenile hall or some other places we might get sent to. How about you?"
"Yeah, I'll stay," said Sammy with the same exaggerated unconcern. "But let me be sure I understand the set-up, mister. Whenever we're balling, you'll be watching?"
"As often as I can," said Lew. "I have to work, of course, but you boys could oblige me by waiting till I come home. It's not such a bad price to pay for board and room, is it?"
Sammy laughed. "Naw, I guess not. But I got a feeling your old lady ain't gonna be too happy about this."
They all looked at Pat, who was still reeling with shock. The terrible reality of her situation was too much to take all at once. She only knew that Lew actually wanted all these awful things to happen, that he wanted them to go on. Her husband was some kind of sexual pervert, and he was going to use her to feed his perversion.
Lew chose his words carefully. Pat was the key to the whole thing, for without her cooperation the whole set-up would be ruined. Oh, he could always divorce her and pay a whore to act out the scenes with the boys, but that wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want contrived sex. He wanted to watch real people with real emotions-and above all, he wanted to watch his beautiful dignified wife succumbing to every kinky sexual variation in the book. In his whole life, only two women had excited him-Pat and his mother. They were so much alike, the cool manner hiding the ungovernable passions. Yes, he had to have Pat...
"Boys," he said, "will you excuse us a moment? I'd like to talk to my wife alone."
"Sure," said Rick, leaping off the bed. "I'm starved, anyhow. How about you, Sammy?"
"Yeah," said Sammy less enthusiastically. He knew they had to behave if they wanted to stay, but he was curious to know what the sickie would say to his old lady. Too bad he wouldn't be able to eavesdrop. He and Rick left the room, and Lew went to sit beside Pat on the bed. He took her hand and said gently, "Do you love me?"
Pat looked at her virile-seeming husband, at the powerfully muscled body she'd craved so much. It was hard to believe that he was impotent with women, that only dirty and degraded sexual experiences could arouse him. "I did love you," she said dully, "up to a moment ago. Now I don't know."
"Nothing has changed, Pat," he said tenderly. "I love you very much, but I simply can't make love to you in the normal way. It's a sickness, I know, and I'm asking you to understand. This new way will solve both our problems. I can get off on it, and I can bring you great young lovers. We'll both have a wonderful time. I know it sounds perverse, but don't be swayed by what the majority says. Just look at it in practical terms. You can have all the sex you want, with attractive partners, and I can have what I need. Please, Pat, go along with me on this. It's very important to me."
"And what about me?" Pat said miserably. "I'm not a whore, Lew. I'm not promiscuous. I just want one good man to love, a man my own age, not an army of teenagers. Do you have any idea how humiliated and ashamed I felt today with those boys?"
Lew nodded. "Yes, I know. I watched it all. But you also enjoyed it, Pat. You were up for it, and you enjoyed it. That's what you have to keep in mind-the pleasure, not the shame. Now, tomorrow I'm going to bring home two more boys-to complete our 'family', you might say--" He stopped because she'd gone white with shock. He cursed himself for having moved too fast in his enthusiasm. "Two more?" she said, aghast. "My God, Lew, no! No, I simply won't do it!"
Lew stood up and walked to the door. "Ill make dinner for myself and the boys," he said gently. "You just relax and think things over. I know you'll agree, Pat, once you see how sensible it is. I know you'll do it for me, because my happiness depends on it."
She stared after him in horror as he left the room.
* * *
Pat remained shut in her room, speaking to no one, for the next twenty-four hours. The lack of food and company didn't bother her, for she was too upset to think of these things. What to do? She loved Lew in spite of everything and wanted to help him, but her whole being rebelled against the filthy plan he'd devised. She knew she'd never survive the humiliation of fucking and sucking with four strange boys while her husband watched and jacked himself off. That was not her idea of marriage, of life. At the end of the second day, she'd concluded that there was only one thing to do, painful as it seemed: divorce Lew, go away, and build a new life for herself.
She put on a neat suit to travel in, and she was starting to pack her bags, when there was a knock at the bedroom door. "Yes?" she said nervously.
"Pat, may I come in?" Lew called.
She supposed it was as good a time as any to say good-bye. "All right," she called.
Lew opened the door, but he was not alone. He stood there strong and handsome and grinning, completely naked, and behind him crowded four naked teenage boys. Pat recognized Sammy and Rick but not the other two. She went red with anger. How dare Lew pull a stunt like this when he knew she was unwilling?
"Get them out of here!" she cried. "The answer is NO, Lew! I've made my decision, and I'm leaving you!"
Lew stepped into the room and gestured for the boys to follow. When they were all inside, he closed the door and locked it. "You've made your decision, Pat," he said with eerie calm, "and I've made mine. I've decided not to let anyone, even you, spoil my pleasure. You haven't a chance against all of us, so I'm afraid you'll just have to do things my way."
Pat stared at him in horror. Even five minutes ago she'd loved this man in spite of his hang-ups, but now her love was gone. That he should do such a thing against her will, that he should violate her body and her conscience, was unspeakable. She would leave him now without a qualm.
"Get someone else for your sick little act," she said coldly. "I'm leaving now." She picked up her bags and started briskly for the door, but Lew and the boys fanned out to block her way. Pat stopped a few feet from them, trembling with anger and fear, and glared at them. They all grinned back.
"Some introductions are in order," said Lew. "Pat, meet our two new foster sons, Don and Billy." He indicated a handsome but mischievous-looking brown-haired boy of about fifteen, and a tall athletic youth with long black hair who seemed to be a few years older. "I've told them all about our set-up," Lew went on, "and they've agreed to accept it, just like Rick and Sammy. I think we'll all get along fine."
"You're insane," said Pat. "You can't possibly believe that I'll go along with this."
"My dear," said Lew, "you don't have any choice."
He nodded at Sammy, who sprang into action, seizing Pat around the waist. "Take those bags away," he barked. "Help me get her to the bed."
Pat screamed as she felt her luggage ripped from her hands, her body propelled back towards the king-size bed. She looked around in agony for a sympathetic face but found none. The four boys were grinning lustily, and Lew, her husband, had backed off to a comer of the room where he seated himself comfortably in a wing chair and watched. Pat met his eye in a last appeal for help, but he looked right through her.
"Oh, no!" she sobbed. "Please, somebody, stop them! I don't want to do this! Don, Billy-he didn't tell you that, did he? That this is a rape, that I want no part of it?"
Don, the elfin-looking fifteen-year-old, only snickered, but tall Billy said coolly, "No, man, he said you really dig it. The other guys said you put up a little fight at first, but it don't mean nothing. Anyhow, I can't help you. I don't wanta go back to juvenile hall, so I'm doing what Mr. Scott says."
By now, in spite of her struggles, the boys had pushed her onto the bed, and eager hands were stripping off her clothes-her prim cotton suit, white blouse, bra and hose and panties. Pat blushed with shame as she felt her naked body exposed to four pairs of leering eyes.
"Oh, wow," exclaimed Billy, "this is some beautiful chick! You guys didn't say she was so far-out!"
"Yeah, pretty nice, huh?" Sammy bragged, as if Pat were his woman and not Lew's. "She really likes to ball, too, if you can believe it," he laughed as he ducked to avoid an angry blow from Pat. "She just likes to fight a little first."
"Well, that's cool," said Billy. "I kinda dig it." He seized Pat's wrists and effortlessly held them in a painfully tight grip. He was a very tall strong kid, perhaps no more than seventeen but already built like a man. Pat couldn't help gawking at his long thick erect prick, which was the largest she'd ever seen. It rose from a thick nest of black crotch hairs to hug his belly in taut erection, and his massive pink balls hung like swollen fruits between his muscular thighs. Beside him stood Don, who didn't seem to be much of a talker, a full head shorter than Billy and still shaped like a little boy. His body was soft, almost cuddly, and his cock no bigger than Pat's thumb, with hardly a trace of crotch bush. But Don's little prick was just as stiff as the others, twitching impatiently and pointing at the ceiling. Four cocks. My God, how would she ever endure it? Again she glanced pleadingly at her husband, but what she saw made her turn away with a sick feeling. Lew was leaning forward in his chair, a crazy gleam in his eyes, and he was fingering his semi-limp prick as he watched the boys strip her. Pat realized that he actually enjoyed her humiliation. There would be no help, no mercy, from Lew.
The boys held her down firmly on the bed, and eager hands began to explore her quaking body. Silent timid Don reached out and touched one of her silky long tits, running his sweaty little palm over the light-brown nipple. He wriggled with excitement and snickered like the naughty little boy he was. The others didn't pay much attention to him, but Pat suddenly heard Lew's voice.
"You'll be interested in Don's history, Pat. He's in juvenile hall because he was caught having relations with his sister, who's twelve years old. Apparently they'd been screwing for years."
Don spoke at last. "Yeah," he said proudly, "I was only eight when we got started. We would'a gone on doing it, too, only my dad caught us."
Pat shuddered. Lew had discovered a kid with a mind as perverted as his own. Meanwhile tall Billy was slipping his hand between her legs, grinning down at her knowingly, and she felt his fingers moving expertly to her clit, tweaking and kneading it. Lew went on with his lecture. "Billy was the star center on his high-school basketball team, but he got in a little trouble."
Billy laughed appreciatively. "Yeah, I got some speed for the whole team, and we really fucked up the championship game. I guess everybody was a little pissed at me. But what the hell. I'd rather be high than win a trophy."
Everybody seemed, amused but Pat. She was in an agony of humiliation as eager young hands pawed her helpless body. Don played with her big soft tits in happy fascination, Billy fingered her little red clit, and Sammy and Rick were running their hands up and down the silky length of her lovely body, digging her softness and warmth. All around her she seemed to see pale erect boy-cocks, dangling rosy balls. Oh, no, she thought, this can't be happening--not to me!
"Well, let's have some action," said Sammy.
"Yeah, who's first?" said Billy.
"We were going to let Mr. Scott decide that," said Rick.
Still feverishly pawing Pat, they turned and looked at Lew, who was sitting blissfully in his chair, gently fingering his partially limp meat. He looked over the boys and licked his lips thoughtfully. His expression was so perverse that Pat had to close her eyes. This was not the husband she knew and loved, this was some kind of sadistic monster.
"I think we'll have Sammy go first," he said. "He's very successful with her." He was remembering Sammy's triumph of yesterday, how the runty kid had turned Pat's repulsion into squealing horniness.
"Right on," said Sammy happily. He was only too glad to show off. "You guys help me hold her. She'll quit this phony protest act pretty quick."
It wasn't phony, Pat thought desperately. She knew it was no use talking to them however. No one here would help or sympathize. She could only endure the hours of torment till they were through with her-and then she could escape. She told herself to go limp, to submit, to get it over with. But when leering Sammy touched her with his dirty, sweat-soaked hands, it was more than she could bear. She screamed and fought, lashing out and catching him off guard, managing to rake her nails down the side of his ugly freckled face.
"Shit!" yelped Sammy. "Give me some help here! Hold her!"
Willing hands seized her body, and under Sammy's barked orders they maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. She thought bitterly that this posture was certainly Sammy's favorite, the posture of a submissive bitch in heat. It excited the other boys, too, to see her long firm tits dangling down and swinging, to see her neat little round ass raised in the air, her scarlet pussy lewdly exposed. "Get her legs apart a little more!" said Sammy. "Yeah, that's good."
There were snickers and giggles as they drew her thighs wide apart and exposed the whole expanse of her gleaming red gash. "She's got a lot more hair'n my sister," Don said. Somebody else giggled and said, "Ah, shut up, kid," in a good-natured way. It was all enormous fun for them, Pat thought bitterly, but what about her? Didn't anyone care about her feelings?
"Great, now just hold her like that," said Sammy excitedly.
Pat flinched and sobbed as she felt his hot sweaty hands gripping her hips. The other boys held her still in spite of her violent struggling, and again she sobbed helplessly as Sammy fitted the fat hard head of his stiff little cock to the dry hole of her cunt. He was breathing hard as he began to push his knob into her snatch. "Shit, she's dry," he muttered disgustedly. "But I'll fix that. Just watch. She'll get real hot in a second."
There was absolute silence as Sammy slowly worked his rigid fat little prick into her resisting cunt, till finally his tickling balls rubbed her inner thighs. Then somebody giggled, somebody else said with husky excitement, "Put the prick to her, man. Ball that bitch."
Sammy grunted with effort and began to ream her tight dry hole with his rock-hard meat. Pat whimpered in shame as she felt the fierce digging, the slap-slap of his swollen balls. The other hands holding her began to move, caressing her shoulders, back, tits, and ass. She felt utterly used. She glanced up and saw a sea of lusty faces, some grinning evilly, some open-mouthed with horny wonder. And in the far comer of the room sat her husband, sprawled back in his chair with a look of shameless excitement, frigging himself as he watched...
"Come on, baby, give me some juice," Sammy panted. "This is like balling sandpaper. You're gonna get four cocks tonight, ain't that nice? So why don't you relax and enjoy?"
Pat shuddered as adolescent giggles and guffaws filled the room. She struggled to blank her mind, to ignore the humiliating rape, but the fact was that after twenty-four hours without sex, her lust had returned in full force. She badly needed a man-if only it didn't have to be Sammy! Her mind utterly rejected him, but her cunt wasn't so discriminating. It enjoyed the stiff friction, the quick jerking motions of his hard little prick, and, with horror and shame, she felt her cunt beginning to cream hotly around his pounding rod. It felt so good... She wanted very much to give in to it, to let herself go and enjoy his energetic fucking, but her pride stopped her. She must never give him that satisfaction. She clenched her teeth and held her body rigid and unresponding, but her mindless cunt continued its happy creaming, giving Sammy's jerking little prick a scalding slick bath.
With her creaming, Sammy's way became wet and easy, and soon the room was filled with lewd sucking and slurping noises made by his reaming cock in her juicy little hole. The boys began to snicker again, and Sammy said proudly, "She's gettin' wet, all right, just like I said. Hey, baby, pretty good, huh? You enjoying it?"
Pat closed her eyes and wept in shame. Always her body betrayed her and dragged her down. But if her cunt was shameless, at least she could hold back her cries of pleasure, cheat Sammy of complete victory. Stubbornly she kept her jaws clamped, and only the hot rosy flush of her body betrayed her enjoyment of his swift, hard fucking. She wanted to come, yes, but she'd be damned if she'd come with this little creep. Her cunt grew flaming hot, she almost lost control-when suddenly Sammy yelped and dug his rigid little dick deep into her twat to shoot his jizz. He withdrew as soon as he'd finished, leaving Pat with mixed feelings-relief that she hadn't betrayed her pleasure, frustration at not being satisfied.
The boys stood gawking at the stream of thick white cum that poured from Pat's rosy little cunt mouth, but Lew said briskly, "Rick next." Pat glanced at her husband and saw that he'd frigged his cock into a taut hard-on but was purposely holding back his climax. Already he'd made his perversion into an art.
"Roll her over," said Rick breathlessly. The boys obeyed, rolling Pat onto her back and holding her firmly in place, and then Rick, his handsome face flushed with horny anticipation, crawled between her legs and quickly pushed his thick rigid meat into the hole just vacated by Sammy. In the days when he was the only boy in the house, he'd have taken time for foreplay and tenderness, but not now. She was merely a fucking machine to him, and he slammed his cock into her cunt rudely, roughly. He was looking down at her-her lovely trembling tits, the neat triangle of her pussy fur-but he wasn't seeing her. He and the other boys watched as his long pale prick glided up her cum-soaked cunt, a slow but full penetration. He began to fuck her in deep slow strokes, and his milk-white shaft was soon gleaming with her pussy juice.
"I bet she digs that," Billy laughed. He had his hand on her boob, molding and squeezing it, while Don played with the other one. Sammy knelt behind her, pinning her shoulders to the bed. "Fuck her deep," Billy went on, his voice a husky chant. "They all like a bellyful of cock."
Pat closed her eyes, shutting out their leers, but she couldn't avoid their giggles and taunting remarks. The stream of filthy comments went on and on as Rick fucked her, and sweaty hands pawed her body, but gradually she pushed these sensations to the back of her mind. What occupied her most was the delightful thickness of Rick's stiff young meat as it sawed relentlessly in her now-famished cunt. She wished to God they were alone so she could enjoy his cock without shame, without this leering audience. She needed a good fuck so badly, and Rick was good... Her cunt boiled out its cream, soaking his probing long cock, spewing out the stretched mouth of her snatch to pool on the bed beneath her ass. As with Sammy, the fucking became lewdly wet and loud, making Rick tremble with horny excitement.
"Man, she's wet," he gasped. "I bet I can make her come. Jesus, she's flooding my dick... " This brought the usual chorus of snickers, but Pat disappointed the boys by remaining absolutely still and silent. She ached to come, but she'd sacrifice her climax to cheat them of their final victory. Rick's long fat cock pumped faster now, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through her pelvis, and her cunt had never been hotter and wetter. Still she managed to hold back her cries, her face proud and stem and tearful. The leering boys knelt closer around her to watch Rick's long pale dick as it picked up speed and the fucking became obscenely louder.- She felt many hands fumbling lustily over her helpless body, felt the hot breath of the excited watchers, and then Rick's hoarse cry of pleasure as his balls released their hot load and his fuck juice sizzled into her box. It overflowed her narrow cunt and gushed out in thick waves, soaking her thighs and the bed. Trembling and flushed, Rick pulled out of her hole, his long pale dick limp and dripping. Billy was quivering with impatience, and he turned to Lew and said, "My turn, Mr. Scott? I bet I can bring her off."
"Yes, Billy, you can be next," said Lew. His voice was like a stranger. Pat had never heard that whining horny note before. Unwillingly she glanced at him and saw that he was red in the face, his eyes glassy, as he sprawled in his chair and slowly pumped his grossly erect prick. He was still holding himself back, even though he was obviously experiencing violent need. What was he waiting for? With disgust and horror, Pat realized that he was waiting for her climax, wanting to time his orgasm with hers. All the more reason for her to deny her cruel audience that satisfaction. She steeled herself not to come, even though her need was growing increasingly desperate.
Meanwhile Billy had stretched himself out on the bed, his huge rigid cock standing straight up from his belly, the thick purple head oozing white creamy bubbles. He was so tall that his feet hung over the edge. He was looking ravenously at Pat's lush slim body. "I'm gonna make her come," he panted, "you better believe it. Once she gets a bellyful of this meat, she won't be able to hold out. The chicks always come with me. I've balled a lotta girls, and--"
"Hey, man, this ain't the time for fairy tales," said Sammy impatiently. "Put up or shut up."
Billy glared at him. "Sure, man. You just watch. You couldn't make her hot, but I will." He said to the others, "I want her on top, sitting on me."
Strong eager hands lifted Pat into position, though she sobbed and protested. She found herself straddling Billy's narrow hips, his huge hard cock tickling her soaked pussy. As the other boys eased her down, she came to rest on her knees, and Billy laughed approvingly, seized his out-size prick, and stuffed it rudely into the wet hair-fringed mouth of her cunt. He jerked his pelvis upwards, and Pat gasped as she felt her snatch grossly stuffed, the end of her cunt cruelly butted, by his mammoth cock. Billy began to ball her savagely, with a force that shook her whole body, and all the while he leered at her. "How's that for fucking, baby?" he taunted. "I bet you never got it that hard before?"
It was true, damn him. His prick was powerful, a hammering thick pole that thoroughly reamed and aroused her silky little cunt. It was all she could do not to cry out in horny bliss. The others watched expectantly as the big boy humped her furiously, and they thought for sure she'd come this time. Her big tits bounced heavily with the force of his fucking, and the juice poured from her thickly reamed cunt to soak his crotch bush. She couldn't keep her jaws clamped any longer, because she was panting with need. Lew leaned far forward in his chair, frigging his cock furiously, wanting to catch the exact moment when she came...
But again they were cheated of their triumph. The red-hot friction of her tiny nipping cunt was too much for Billy, who had been ready to shoot his load even while the others were fucking her. He howled, half in bliss and half in disappointment, as orgasm suddenly overtook him. His spunk streamed from her bruised little cunt, followed by his limp wet meat.
"Shit," he said disgustedly, scrambling out from under her. "This chick ain't for real. I don't think she could come for Superman."
Sammy laughed tauntingly. "Well, I can make her come, smart guy-only it ain't my turn. But sometime I'll show you. Okay, Don, let's go."
Everybody looked at taciturn little Don and his tiny stiff prick, and the other boys couldn't help laughing. "Shit," said Billy, "if he brings her off, I'll eat my cock."
But Don wasn't at all discouraged by their mockery. He was looking lustily at Pat's lovely body, and a little bubble of cream appeared at the rosy end of his knob and trickled down his small stiff shaft. "I don't care if she comes or not," he said quietly. "I just wanta do it to her." He pushed past the other boys and crawled over to Pat. With gentle assurance he started maneuvering her onto her hands and knees, and she let him do it. There was no point turning him down after she'd had all the others, and he was so little, she might hurt him if she struggled. She figured she'd have no problem holding back her climax with him; she'd hardly feel a cock that small.
But to her surprise-and to the astonishment and delight of their audience-Don suddenly stuffed his rigid little prick into the brown bumpy mouth of her asshole. Pat was taken off guard, and his cock was in her butt to the balls before she even gasped. "My sister and I liked to fuck this way," Don explained calmly. Then he shut his eyes, gripped Pat's plump white ass to steady himself, and began humping blissfully away.
For once there were no sarcastic remarks. The others remained absolutely still as they watched Don's tiny but rigid dick zipping in and out of Pat's brown little bung. Pat found herself overwhelmed with intense pleasure. Don's little prick fit snugly but comfortably in her tight asshole, creating delicious friction as it worked in speedy little jabs to ream and stuff her butt. She had never felt any sexual pleasure as keen as this, and in a matter of moments she felt herself spinning dizzily out of control. The stinging pleasure melted her body, and her pussy creamed in hot floods. She began to pant, then to move her hips in hungry fucking motions, drawing Don's sharp little rod even deeper into her hot ass. At last, utterly lost, she began to moan ecstatically.
"Yes, yes, yessss!" she wailed. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! YES!!"
No one spoke. They were too astonished at Don's achievement even to make smart remarks about Pat's surrender. They leaned closer to watch, and Pat felt their hot breath. She glanced at Lew and saw him almost falling out of his chair as he strained for a better look. None of it bothered her now. She was too far gone in pleasure. Another moment, and her lush body was convulsing violently in the long stored-up climax that she couldn't avoid. She wailed her pleasure, and she shook so hard that little Don was almost thrown off her body. But he clung grimly to her heaving ass and continued to fuck her bung furiously. When her spasms finally let up, he sighed, reddened, and shot a sizzling load of cum into her bowels.
Pat didn't know what prompted her, but in the final moments of her orgasm she opened her eyes and looked at Lew. Perhaps she wanted final proof of his perversion, perhaps she wanted to share her shame-but she looked, and she saw her husband pumping his prick feverishly and shooting a long arc of white jizz into the air. His eyes were rolling crazily, but he never stopped watching her and the kid who was fucking her in the ass. Then his cock flopped limp from his hand, and he sighed, smiled and relaxed. He looked Pat in the eye for the first time since the gang rape had begun. You see, he seemed to say, it worked out after all. Everything's going to be fine...
CHAPTER NINE
"Jesus, that's some weird broad," said Billy. "All that balling, and she didn't come-and then ole Don fucks her in the ass, and she goes crazy. Weird, really weird."
"She fought more than she usually does," said Rick.
"Yeah," Sammy agreed, "she usually gets hot right away. Don't worry about it. She'll learn."
Yes, thought Pat, I'll learn, if they keep me chained in this room. But that's not likely... She was waiting for them to tire of her, so she could escape. Once away, she'd never return to this house again. It would be easy to divorce Lew when she told the judge what she'd been subjected to for his perverse pleasure. She only wished she were on her way right now, but she suspected the boys wouldn't be that easily satisfied. And she was right. Billy crawled over to her and began to play with her big creamy boobs. Though he'd just fucked her with all his strength, his huge young cock was already half-hard again.
"Crazy or not," he said, leering at her, "you sure got a beautiful body. I'm gonna enjoy living here, that's for sure. But how come you can't relax, baby? Why do you fight it?"
Pat didn't reply, but she wondered why herself. There was no way she could fight off all these boys, and the sensible thing was to relax and enjoy it. Probably there were women all over the country with her problem, a husband who couldn't perform in bed, or women without men who spent endless nights aching with horniness. Those women would have given plenty to be in her place, with an endless supply of energetic young lovers. Perhaps she was being silly. She had probably several hours left before the boys got tired and left her alone. Why not forget her principles for a change and just take advantage of her bizarre situation? After all, it would be for the last time. When she left Lew, she wouldn't find another man again right away, perhaps never...
Billy was rhythmically squeezing and caressing her large melon-shaped tits, ogling them appreciatively. "I never saw such big boobs before," he confessed. "I didn't know they could get this big. Your husband's a real lucky guy." He snickered harshly. "Too bad he don't know what a good deal he's got."
Oh, he knew, all right, Pat thought bitterly. In spite of his profession of love for her, Lew thought nothing of using her in his sordid games, even though her whole being rebelled at the idea. She glanced at her husband with loathing and contempt-but he didn't see it. His eyes were focused on Billy's busy hands as the tall boy played eagerly with her firm pointed tits. He was getting aroused again, ready for another show. Well, after tonight, he'd just have to get himself another girl.
Timid little Don crept over to kneel on the other side of her, opposite Billy, gently touching her left jug while Billy played with the right. Don didn't confine himself to fondling, however. He quietly dipped his head and shot out his small pink tongue to trace a warm wet line over her sensitive soft flesh. His tongue tip came to rest on her soft brown nipple, and there it began a wicked slick dance, circling and teasing and stimulating. No doubt he'd done that for his little sister in their long hours of incestuous play. Pat didn't particularly care where he'd learned it. She simply knew that it felt very pleasant. She relaxed a little and let her eyes close. Don's hot little tongue moved faster on her sensitive nipple, and she felt a responding warmth in her cunt, a slow awakening, a slight creaming. It was funny how this quiet little kid knew just what pleased her, while the others turned her off with their rough taunting. If she could just combine Billy's body with Don's manner, she'd have an ideal lover. She smiled over this idea, and she sighed as Don suddenly fastened his soft lips around her wet nipple, drew it into his hot wet mouth, and began to suck it. Sharp bursts of pleasure raced from her tits to her pussy, for her boobs were highly responsive to erotic stimulation. Don sucked gently but insistently, just the right touch.
"Aw, ain't that sweet?" mocked Billy. "He's suckin' her tittie like a little baby."
"Yeah, but she likes it," Sammy retorted. "She didn't get turned on when you played with her."
Billy glared murderously at him. "Well see about that," he snapped.
Pat felt her other nipple suddenly sucked into Billy's wide hot mouth. He sucked more powerfully than Don, a rough, almost painful motion, yet it didn't displease her. She liked it both ways. As the dual sucking continued, she felt her nipples responding, growing rigid and erect and bumpy. Her big jugs swelled up even larger, growing full and taut, and her pussy responded sympathetically, growing very hot and wet. Perhaps this was the answer to her struggle-not to struggle at all. She had to endure it, she could not escape, so why not enjoy it? She felt herself growing limp and warm and flushed as the two boys sucked her delicate tits into glowing, swollen arousal. Yes, why not enjoy...
"I know something else she likes," said Rick, getting into the spirit of the. moment. "This'll really get her hot."
Lazily Pat wondered what he meant, but it wasn't long before she knew. She felt the tickle of his long blond hair as he bellied down between her legs and dipped his head between her soft thighs. She quivered with happy anticipation. Rick gently parted the furry lips of her cunt and exposed her tiny bright-red clit, a moist shaft that quivered delicately before his eyes. He shot out his tongue and used the very tip to tickle the small red shaft. Pat moaned softly and let her legs fall limp and wide apart. Rick drew back and saw the tiny red clit-shaft twitching and moistening. He applied his tongue to it again and gave it a vigorous wet lashing, and Pat writhed with pleasure. A thin trickle of cream leaked from her little bruised cunt mouth. Happily, proud of his success, Rick buried his face between her cushiony thighs and began to tongue and lick her little hot clit greedily.
"Oh, Jesus, man," said Sammy, "that's pretty sick, giving head.. I wouldn't stick my face in no pussy."
To everyone's surprise, Lew spoke up. "That's because you don't understand the word 'love' in 'love-making', Sammy," he said quietly. "The act of sex isn't complete unless you turn on your partner. Otherwise it's just two strangers using each other, and it isn't half as much fun."
Pat thought how ironic it was to hear those words from him. This kinky little scene was devised solely for his pleasure, not for hers. He'd taken no account of her wishes or feelings when he started bringing boys home for this purpose. Yet she had to admit that she was enjoying herself now. What woman wouldn't, with two boys sucking her tits and another deliriously tonguing her pussy? She sighed again and relaxed totally, determined to get her share of pleasure for a change. Fighting only defeated her. She might as well grab whatever the situation had to offer, and pride be damned.
Only Sammy held aloof, for he felt it was unmanly to use his mouth on a woman's body. He couldn't help noticing how much Pat was enjoying herself, however. Her lovely face was soft and sensual, her body flushed with arousal, and she was sighing and gently moving her hips in a horny motion. Even more surprising, all the guys seemed to be having a hot time. Billy and Don were red-faced with excitement and sucking her big tits like they were candy. Rick was licking her stiff little bud with enthusiasm. Sammy wondered how it tasted, and he concluded it must be good, otherwise Rick wouldn't be tonguing her clit so greedily. Finally Sammy concluded that he must be missing out on something, so he moved over to join the other guys. He still couldn't bring himself to use his mouth on her, but his hands were eager enough.
Moving in beside Don, Sammy slid his hand under Pat's soft little ass and fumbled around in the hot crease till he located the bumpy wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He wriggled the tip of his little finger inside the tight-muscled bung, and Pat moaned loudly. Yeah, she liked that... He wriggled his finger in farther, encountering tight slick muscular walls and fierce heat, and as he began to pump his finger in and out of her silky asshole, like a miniature cock, Pat moaned even louder and he felt a scalding burst of pussy cream wetting his hand. He worked his finger even faster, deeper inside her butt. He began to understand what the other guys were so excited about, to dig the meaning of Lew's words. It was fun to fuck yes, but it was even more fun to get your woman hotly aroused first. Sammy liked turning the solemn, prim Pat into a sighing lusty creature who obviously wanted to get laid. He liked it very much...
Pat felt her whole body aroused and tingling as the four excited boys worked vigorously at her tits, clit, and asshole. Again she thought how really lucky she was to have four handsome young lovers, while other women writhed in lonely frustration. She felt Don and Billy's hot wet mouths sucking hungrily at her taut long nipples, felt Rick's busy tongue lashing and teasing her red-hot little clit, Sammy's aggressive finger pumping deeper into her aroused shitter-and she was glad she'd decided to relax and enjoy Lew's little orgy. It didn't matter now what they thought of her or how they taunted her, for tomorrow she'd be gone. It didn't matter that her once-loved husband was sitting there watching and frigging himself. Soon he wouldn't be her husband, and she'd blot him for her life. But for now she was going to get every pleasure she could out of the situation. It would be foolish not to.
* * *
Lew sprawled in his chair, watching the scene on the bed with complete bliss. At last Pat had decided to relax and enjoy what the boys did to her. Lew could get pretty excited when they forced her, when she wept and fought and protested, but this sensual submission turned him on even more. It aroused him hotly to see his prim, proper wife turning slowly into an abandoned slut. She was so much like his mother, the volcano under the iceberg. For a moment he almost imagined she was his mother, and he got hot with vicarious lust as he imagined that frosty, golden-haired beauty grinning lustily and shamelessly opening her body to the greedy mouths and hands of four teenage boys... But, no, his mother was dead, and this was Pat, his wife, much different in appearance. In contrast to his mother's golden beauty, Pat was black-haired and olive-skinned and brown-eyed. She didn't look at all like Mother, and yet she was very much like her in that essential way-that combination of cool dignity and hidden lust. That was what really excited Lew, watching the dignity and self-control melt away into unashamed passion. Of course, like his mother, she'd try to deny it later, but he wasn't going to let her do it. If necessary, he'd keep her a prisoner in this room till she agreed to the new life style. His whole happiness depended on her cooperation.
He sensed that it was time to get with the action, to begin his slow arousal that would climax with his wife's orgasm. He picked up his limp cock and began to caress it gently. But he never took his eyes off the bed, where Pat lay flushed and smiling under a tangle of squirming, sucking boys...
* * *
Pat was so hot by now that she couldn't keep still. She writhed and humped in horny abandon, and she moaned huskily, steadily. Sammy's finger was working like a red-hot poker in her receptive asshole, Rick's slick tongue was lapping with blinding speed on her aroused clit, and Don and Billy had sucked her big white tits into stiff erection. It felt sensational, and yet she wanted to get on to more serious action. She could admit to herself that she wanted to be fucked, fucked hard and steadily and for a long time...
Billy popped his mouth wetly from her erect soaked boob. "Hey, you guys," he laughed, "I think this chick is ready. More than ready."
Flushed faces lifted, and they all observed Pat's horny little grin, the helpless writhing of her voluptuous body, the steady stream of thick juice from her small cunt mouth. "Yeah, I'd say so," chuckled Sammy. "I'll go first."
"Like hell," said Billy. "You were first last time. I don't want any wet decks. I'm going first."
Sammy looked menacingly at him for a moment, but then he shrugged. "What the hell? We'll all get our turn." In fact his quick assessment of the giant young basketball player told him that if a fight started, he'd get his ass whipped. Sammy was no coward, but he did have common sense. They'd all get to fuck the broad eventually, so why get his ribs kicked in?
"Well, all right!" grinned Billy. The other boys moved away, and he scooped Pat effortlessly into his arms. "Come on, baby," he said, "we're gonna ball!"
This time Pat didn't resist. She didn't weep or feel ashamed. By God, they had used her enough, and now she was going to use them. Her body ached for complete release, for the unrestrained pleasure of fucking, and the solution was right there before her, in the form of four rigid cocks. She'd use them, all right. She'd use them all night if necessary. Just for once in her life she was going to get enough prick. She was going to turn off her conscience, let herself go completely, and satisfy every horny, kinky urge of her insatiable body.
Billy rolled over on his back and carried Pat with him, the other kids gawking as her long full jugs swayed heavily back and forth. Billy's huge thick meat stood up rigid and drooling from his belly, and he deftly brought Pat down on it, so that the bloated dick plunged right into the dripping, hair-fringed mouth of her steamy little cunt. She came down slowly, deliriously, around his long hard rod, his pale shaft inching its way into her hole, and she wailed hoarsely with the pleasure of his thorough penetration. She came to rest with her legs on either side of him, his cock fully lodged in her famished cunt. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she licked her lips in anticipation of the powerful fuck he was going to give her. Hot steamy juice poured from her hungry cunt and trickled down his big shaft into his thick crotch bush. Billy saw it, and he grinned wickedly at her as she sat poised above him. Pat returned his grin without shame. She wanted that super big cock, and she wanted it badly...
"Hang on, baby," rasped Billy. "We're goin' for a hard ride."
He pulled her hot trembling body down on his, crushing her mammoth tits against his chest, and he began to ball her in stiff deep jabs. Pat wailed and slammed her pussy around his thick pole in perfect time to his swift humping. Lew, leaning forward in his chair, began to pump his half-hard cock in time to the couple's feverish rutting, and he grinned with satisfaction. This time it was going well, very well... Sammy, who was also watching closely, had to admit that Billy was going to get her off this time. She was suddenly a different woman, eager and ready, a willing participant in their little orgy.
Billy's was the largest cock Pat had ever taken, and she enjoyed it enormously, grinding her wet cunt around it, seeking to take it ever deeper inside her twat. She felt he could fuck her raw and she still wouldn't get enough of that king-size prick. Its great thickness raked her narrow cunt walls, and the hard head butted violently against the end of her tender snatch, but she liked the force and brutality of it, the thorough stuffing and reaming of her long-denied cunt. She wanted it-and she wanted more. A paradoxical thing, but though she enjoyed his huge dick completely, it still wasn't enough. Five years without a man had made her insatiable. The biggest cock in the world wouldn't have been big enough for her. Billy's fierce full lunges only whetted her appetite for penetration, teased and aroused her without satisfying her. It was good, it was fantastic, but she needed more, more... "Dammit," she panted, "screw harder! Fuck me harder! It's not enough!"
Billy gasped, "Baby, I'm doin' the best I can! I ain't the Six Million Dollar Man!"
Pat moaned with frustration, and then a bold, wicked thing occurred to her. She wanted more cock, and there was more-three horny boys with achingly stiff pricks, sitting there watching her hungrily, waiting for their turn to fuck her. They'd be more than willing to help her out.
"Don!" she cried huskily. "Get on top! Fuck me in the ass! Quick!"
The others gawked in amazement, but Don quietly obeyed. The elfin-faced fifteen-year-old crawled between the two pairs of outstretched legs, Pat's and Billy's, finding just enough room to kneel. He seized Pat's curved hips to steady himself, and he poked deftly ahead with his swollen half-grown prick, nosing the creamy red tip into the small wrinkled mouth of Pat's asshole.
"Yes! YES!" she wailed. "Stick your cock in my ass, Don! Hurry!"
Methodical Don took his time, however. He frowned in concentration as he pushed the whole red knob of his rigid little dick inside her tight bung. She was wriggling with hominess in her violent fuck with Billy, and Don wanted to be sure his cock didn't fall out. When he had securely penetrated her tight steamy asshole about an inch, he gave a sigh of satisfaction, slumped against her hot plump butt-cheeks, and pushed his dick all the way in to the balls. His babyish face flushed with arousal, and he clung very tightly to her big heaving body as he felt his little prick sliding all the way into her slick pungent bung.
"Ohhhhhh!" moaned Pat. "My God, yesss... Fuck my ass, Don. Fuck it hard!"
Don obeyed, humping his hard little cock furiously in her gripping asshole. Pat squealed with pleasure. Now she had a double-fuck going, a double stuffing and reaming of her belly, that came closer to satisfying her pent-up need. Billy's mammoth long prick plunged heavily, noisily in and out of her furiously creaming cunt, while Don't sharp little pecker deliriously reamed her hot asshole. She felt both cocks working hard in her belly, and she moaned gratefully. Her long lush body slammed between two hard-fucking male bodies, her belly thoroughly stuffed-this was how she wanted it. She realized, without shock, that one man wasn't enough for her any more...
Lew realized it, too, with considerable satisfaction. He knew his wife very well, and the blissful look on her flushed face told him mat ordinary fucking wasn't enough for her now. Like him, she had to have something different, something more exciting. If his prayers came true, she'd get hooked on these orgies, eager for anything he devised-five boys, six, a dozen. He found it hard to control himself as he visualized these things. His hot sweaty fist worked faster and faster on his now erect meat, and when Pat wailed her pleasure, he could barely keep from coming.
Pat, however, was nowhere near climax. She was as powerfully horny as she'd ever been in her life, her need was desperate, yet even the twin fucking of her cunt and ass wasn't enough to bring her over the delicious edge of orgasm. Again the paradox: The homier she got, the more she needed. Even two hammering cocks weren't doing the job. Her pussy was fiery hot, her cunt creaming floods of steamy juice, her voice hoarse with moaning, but still she needed more. Feverishly she longed for a bellyful of cocks, though she knew it was physically impossible... She looked dizzily around at Rick and Sammy, who were watching the furious double-humping with open mouths and wide eyes. Both their cocks were sticking straight up, fat and rigid and drooling. She wanted those cocks-but how?
There was only one way. "Rick," she gasped, "come here! I want to suck your cock."
There was a collective gasp. No one could understand the change that had come over Pat, who'd been fighting like a wild woman less than an hour ago. First she didn't want them to touch her, and now she couldn't get enough. Lew was greatly pleased. Rick was simply dumbfounded. He sat there and stared at her, till finally Sammy gave him a push and said, "Get going, man! The lady wants to eat your dick!"
Dazedly Rick crawled over to the writhing trio and knelt beside Billy's chest, so that his swollen pale meat just grazed Pat's hot lips. She went for his cock hungrily, fastening her lips tightly around the creamy red head and sucking his rod all the way in in one powerful motion. Rick yelped as he felt his meat violently sucked into the juicy furnace of her mouth.
"Hey, take it easy!" he cried. "Don't yank it off! AHHHH! Hey... yeah... Yeah... " His fear changed to intense pleasure as Pat began to suck his prick with hot violence. He understood that she didn't want to hurt him, that she was only famished for his meat. Her cheeks and tongue and palate moved in tightly to squeeze and pump his rod, and he wailed happily as he felt the slick hot silky tissues working around his turgid dick. The noise of her sucking was very loud and slurpy, and his fat young balls banged sweetly against her soft chin. It was the keenest pleasure he'd ever felt in his young life, and he submitted to the blow job gladly, closing his eyes, groaning...
Pat sucked hungrily on the long thick sausage, taking it all the way in, eagerly swallowing his bubbling juices. Now all her holes were thoroughly stuffed-cunt, mouth, ass-and surely she should have been satisfied. To her amazement, she found that she wasn't. Greedy lust overwhelmed her. She wanted every available cock, wanted to have all the boys at once. Her horny mind quickly processed the problem, and in a moment she had the answer. She spat out Rick's spit-slick meat and cried hoarsely, "Sammy, I want you, too! Get on the other side, so I can suck your cock!"
Sammy grinned delightedly. This beautiful chick was the hottest number he'd ever met, with an inventive lust to match his own. How the hell she proposed to take on all four boys at once, he didn't know, but he was eager to find out. He scrambled over and knelt on the other side of Billy, his stiff little prick rubbing its juices on her soft cheek. Pat snapped it up, sucking his rod into her mouth with a violence that made Sammy squeal. She tugged at his trapped meat, forcing him to follow, and he found himself leaning over her, almost knocking heads with Rick. Before he could react, she opened the side of her mouth, sucked in Rick's cock-and Sammy felt his hard little dick rubbing side by side with his buddy's thick meat. It seemed impossible, but she'd gulped both cocks at once, taking both of them completely into her mouth, and now she was sucking on them hotly, wetly, hungrily. Sammy and Rick glanced at each other for a moment, but the pleasure was so intense that they soon forgot everything else. Their eyes fluttered shut, and they knelt there moaning as Pat sucked them quickly towards orgasm.
Now she was satisfied. Now, at last, she felt the stunning waves of orgasm, but as climax after climax swept over her body, she went on sucking cock, went on slamming her wet cunt around Billy's pounding meat, nipping her tight asshole around Don's little jerking prick. She went on and on, because one climax wasn't enough, not nearly enough, for a woman like her. She could admit it now. There would be no shame and guilt afterwards this time. She could at last recognize and accept what she was, a woman whose lust was endless, who needed many men to keep her satisfied. She knew she would not be leaving Lew.
She recognized the genius of his plan, for it pleased both of them. He'd been right all along-they were both "different" but her silly pride had kept her from seeing it. Now she knew-and she was glad.
As the panting boys fucked every hole of her body, Pat looked over at her husband. Unable to hold out, Lew was grinning insanely and pumping a long stream of thick white jizz from his writhing prick. When he was finished, he slumped back in his chair, flushed and smiling, and immediately began pumping his limp meat into another hard-on-it was obviously going to be a long night.
He caught Pat's eye, and this time he didn't look through her. He looked right into her mind, and he saw that her transformation was complete. She had accepted his way. He smiled at her lovingly, and that smile was returned.
Pat closed her eyes and sank down into dark consuming pleasure. She was content. Lew understood.
